Rely on yourself, or be at the mercy of others

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[nerdfighterwhatevernumbers]

List of things to say when someone asks why you don’t want kids

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nerdfighterwhatevernumbers:

I promised my firstborn to a witch and really don’t want to make good on the deal

Well you can have them FOR me if it’s that big a deal to you

I don’t think I could get a good price for em on the black market

Fight me Helen

I can’t be a better parent than Angelina Jolie so why even bother

That’s my nindo. My ninja way.

I literally JUST sat down

Recite “The Highway Man” from Over the Garden Wall

Kids? What are those? I don’t understand. What are these youOH GRAVY WHAT IS THAT!?

Oohhh no, I’ve seen Disney movies, I know what happens to mothers

Centipedes? In my vagina?

*Angrily* YOU SEE!? This is just like that episode of Spongebob! *insert the plot of any episode of Spongebob in excruciating detail*

I heard they’re.. you know.. itchy. Like, as soon as you have a kid. Just totally itchy. Everything.

I’m an Aries

Well, we already got an even number so.. *shrug*

I must first capture the Avatar to regain my honor

I’m allergic

That’s just what the communists want!

I’ve been dead for seven years

Santa didn’t bring me one last Christmas, so I guess it’s no meant to be

I’m afraid they’ll have bad taste in memes

It would be unfair to my cat

I’m chaotic neutral

*long farting noise lasting at least 45 seconds*

“I don’t want to have children, I want to stay single, and let my hair flow in the wind as I ride through the glen firing arrows into the sunset.”

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miscellanyofmusings:

                                       Though we might have precious ʟıттʟε                                                        It’s still precious

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“Usually around closing time. He just likes to be here to count the money at the end of the day. I think it gives him some sort of thrill that he gets from his lack of a social life.” She was pretty sure the scuzzy guy didn’t have a lot of luck women, at least not if he treated them all the way he treated his female staff. “Listen… I’m off just about now, and I know this place where I do some drop in work for a bit of extra money. Want to come with me?” 

Quickly covering up his surprised expression, Curran nodded and gave the lady a small smile. “Sure, thanks. I appreciate it, miss.” he replied, looking relieved. Any coin was good coin, so long as it was money for living. “Curran. Figured if you’re being so nice, you should at least know me as someone other than Desperate Man Looking For Job.” he joked, holding a hand out.

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sabrinaltr:

“Yes, but just this once I’m going easy on ‘ya, if you fuck anything up I’ll kill you. You leave when it’s late enough for you, I can do your job on my own it’s just nice having an extra set of hands around the place,”

“Don’t worry, ma’am. At the very least, I’ll give it a good shake. So want me t’ start now or should I get lost till you need me?”

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"Ew you're gross." -Dallas

one-more-roll-of-the-dice

“You must be staring at your reflection in my beautiful brown eyes, Dally.”

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one-more-roll-of-the-dice:

“Actually, you’re just gross and I’m here statin’ facts. Not only are you gross, but you’re stupid too I guess.”

“If I’m stupid, lord have mercy on you Dally cause you’re gonna have a hard time. And while I’m gross, at least I don’t smell like dingo.”

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everafrost:

continued from here.

singleworkingbrother:

Rearing back at the sudden movement, Curran tightened his grip on the door and watched the girl with a mixture of confusion and worry. Was she head-sick or somethin’? Or was she just pulling his leg? Should he close the door, or let her in? “Well, of course I can see you.” He said slowly, tapping on the edge of the door. “You feelin’ okay, miss?”

Well, she seemed harmless…. As long as she didn’t hit him with that fancy walking stick, if she turned out to be some crazy person and shank him, he’d have the advantage. And maybe she was just the harmless kinda crazy, like Corner Store Pete; just telling weird stories and claiming faeries exist. A bit strange, but not dangerous.

“Look, ma’am, do ya want to come in? You seem a little lost, an’ it’s cold as Frost’s fingers out here.” Curran offered after a few seconds internal debate. Opening up the door a little wider, he stepped aside and nodded towards the inside. “C’mon, I’m making hot chocolate.”

“Oh yeah, fit as a fiddle!” she laughed, still all merry, casually spinning her staff and resting it across her shoulders. “Just needed a bit of rest, and.. well, your porch did good.” Here the girl gave a small shrug, her smile turning a bit sheepish.

To be quite honest, of course she was not lost and the cold was what made it comfortable enough for her to sleep out there in the first place. But the generous offer seemed too much to resist. He did not need to know those facts right away, right?

“Really? That’s awful kind of you!” The girl threw him another bright grin and skipped past him into the house. “Oh, do you have straws, by the way?”

This... might have been a mistake. Watching the unknown girl skip in, Curran closed the door and glanced quickly at the bat he kept beside the coat rack. She seemed harmless, but still. With four children in the house, overcautious is a way of life. 

“Make yourself at home, I guess. You need to call someone to come get you? S’too cold to be roughing it homeless without some kind of shelter this week.” he suggested, heading into the small, somewhat shabby kitchen to get the kettle on. “Excuse the mess, things are crazy here.” Curran added vaguely. Best keep the fact that there were small children in the house quiet, at least until he knew if she was some loon.

“What’s your name, anyways? Seems rude t’be callin’ a young lady ‘You there’.” Curran asked, keeping one eye on the stove and the other on the girl. “’M Curran.”

[rhettandlink]

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rhettandlink:

The only way to use an #Airboard.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

It takes a lot to start over again … But you owe it to yourself.

Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[miscellanyofmusings]

Horror Inspired Starters

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miscellanyofmusings:

“Beg me. Beg me not to kill you.”

“Calm down! Panicking won’t help us!”

“Come out, come out wherever you are!”

“Did you hear that?”

“Do you think—do you think something happened to them?”

“It’s too dangerous out there for you.”

“I want to hear the sound of your bones breaking.”

“Just close you’re eyes and it’ll all be over.”

“No fear is more powerful than fear of the unknown.”

“Running won’t do you any good.”

“Shhh, they’ll hear you.”

“Stop this! This isn’t funny!”

“The oldest and strongest emotion is fear.”

“There are some things people aren’t meant to know.”

“They’re coming. Run.”

“Who—whose blood is that?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“You’re bleeding!”

“You can’t run and you can’t hide.”

“You’re terrified aren’t you? How cute.”

“You—you killed them…You killed all of them…”

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charlie-hightower:

singleworkingbrother:

“Okay wait, please just hear me out. I’m good with my hands, I got people skills, and I don’t mind dirty work. Just… please. If you have anything, I really need a job right now. I’m not picky in the slightest.”

“I’m probably not the best person to ask. I mean… I just work here.” Wiping her hands on the cloth that hung from the pocket of her apron, Charlie chewed on her lip and looked around them. “I could… I don’t know… ask around and see if they need anything. The owner is a creep but I think he’d be interested in free labour.” She felt bad for him, for she was pretty sure she’d stood exactly in his shoes only months ago, begging for work. 

“Do y’know when your boss’ll be in?” Curran asked, glancing around the shop. With his luck, the owner would probably be out on some week-long vacation only to come back and tell him they weren’t hiring. The one week he really needs something lining his pocket, of course is the week his shifts get cut to almost non-existent. “An’ I can handle creepy, so long as he doesn’t stiff me.”

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indecisivebeautyx:

singleworkingbrother:

“Okay wait, please just hear me out. I’m good with my hands, I got people skills, an’ I don’t mind dirty work. Just… please. If you have anything, I really need a job right now. I’m not picky in the slightest.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. My mom’s been looking for someone to do the landscaping, like grass cutting, weed pulling, pool cleaning, those things.. you interested?”

“Yard work an’ stuff? I mean, sure. I’m totally fine with that. Thanks so much, ma’am. I’m assuming minimum wage, right? Which is fine, I mean money’s money. What time should I be there by?”

[roleplaymemesandthings]

Send me ++ to be introduced to a member of my muse's family

[wishtoconfess]

Do it.

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wishtoconfess:

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

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sabrinaltr:

singleworkingbrother:

“Okay wait, please just hear me out. I’m good with my hands, I got people skills, and I don’t mind dirty work. Just… please. If you have anything, I really need a job right now. I’m not picky in the slightest.”

“I know being broke sucks mate so I have pitty on you, you can work the books, all you gotta do is keep track of the names,numbers and cars of the blokes who call,”

“Actually? You’re not playing, right? Thank you so much, I promise I’ll do my best t’not ruin anything. Just, ah... quick question; how late are you gonna need me here? Like, late-late or usual business hours an’ such.”

[silvercr0ssbow]

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banhammered:

bionicpaintbucket:

It’s October! You guys know what that means right?

keepers-of-the-tor

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brucebannerramma:

If you are a ship whore and you know it click reblog.

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☁

everafrost

send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.

Let wanderers lost and grown weary find welcome at my cabin door

Carol From An Irish Cabin - Chamber Choir of Camerata d'Amici

In the neighborhood Curran lived in with his family, there was never any shortage of homeless youth. He’d seen many of them, cold-eyed teens, scared but learning tweens, young adults who had hardened themselves years ago against the trials of being without a home. He knew some by name, but it was hard. One day they’d be here, the next gone and he didn’t know where. All he could hope for was somewhere warm and safe. 

But this girl? She must be new. He hadn’t ever seen her before around this neighborhood, let alone in the usual shelters he stopped by to pick up meals with his siblings when times got really hard. He had opened the door that morning to check the mail, only to find her curled up asleep on the doorstep without any blanket, ID, or anything except the clothes on her back. Pretty standard fare.

After picking his jaw back up off the ground from the surprise of their unexpected visitor (he hadn’t swept out there in awhile, who knew how dirty that porch was? No where a jaw should be, let alone a person), Curran hesitantly reached down and gave her a arm a gentle shake. Nothing. Great.

 “Hey… uh, miss?” he said softly, giving her another shake. “Miss? Time to wake up, alright? It’s kinda cold out, an’ that floor can’t be comfy.”

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everafrost:

Good enough for me, was her simple excuse for staying the night on that random porch, curling in on herself and settling down to sleep. It did help that she had spent the last few days flying non-stop, tearing the sky hundreds of feet above the ground, with the company of the ever loyal north wind. By then, the hard wood did not matter much, and the faraway sounds of the city easily lulled her to slumber.

That lasted for a few blissful hours until someone shook her up.

The spirit let out a muffled groan and hid her face further under her arms. I traveled.. “..early, ‘kay? Still few days left,” she mumbled. Toothiana would be proud, really, she wouldn’t be late this time.

But the shake was insistent, it wouldn’t let her be.

Grudgingly, Jocelyn cracked open her eyes, noticing someone unfamiliar. Huh? A little more alert now, the winter girl sat up, yawned wide, and stretched. Ow. Soreness on her left side.

She gripped her staff–which was another reason for the soreness: sleeping with it wedged between her body and the floor was definitely a no–her gaze settling briefly on the stranger who was looking at her with considerable amount of concern.

..Wait.

“YOU CAN SEE ME!” Her grin was wide, unrestrained delight. Jocelyn practically leaped to her feet, all drowsiness gone. “An actual adult too, aren’t you? Wow. Thank you for believing!”

Rearing back at the sudden movement, Curran tightened his grip on the door and watched the girl with a mixture of confusion and worry. Was she head-sick or somethin’? Or was she just pulling his leg? Should he close the door, or let her in? “Well, of course I can see you.” He said slowly, tapping on the edge of the door. “You feelin’ okay, miss?”

Well, she seemed harmless.... As long as she didn’t hit him with that fancy walking stick, if she turned out to be some crazy person and shank him, he’d have the advantage. And maybe she was just the harmless kinda crazy, like Corner Store Pete; just telling weird stories and claiming faeries exist. A bit strange, but not dangerous.

“Look, ma’am, do ya want to come in? You seem a little lost, an’ it’s cold as Frost’s fingers out here.” Curran offered after a few seconds internal debate. Opening up the door a little wider, he stepped aside and nodded towards the inside. “C’mon, I’m making hot chocolate.”