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Go check out my husband’s stream on mixer! He’s playing Ark:Survival right now and I would love it if y’all would support him. This is what he loves to do and I just want to help him out.
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The hostess. The most powerful person in a server's life.
Tonight I got to be the host, because our hostess needed a night off.
Last night our only other male server gave her hell because he had to seat people. Two or three times. He poured it on enough to make her cry.
I do not deal well with that. I reminded him (not so gently) that while he was seating people doing her job, she was busy clearing & resetting his tables so he could keep making money, running take out, taking drink orders for him, running food for him, and she even did one table completely for him because while she isn’t a server she’s happy helping him out while he’s overwhelmed when he gets a 3rd table sat. I didn’t miss the opportunity to mention she was doing some of this while he was resting his ever-expanding ass on the server table in the kitchen. He ran to a manager who reminded me that I was right and he should shut the fuck up. I then suggested to him and the other servers that we should be TIPPING OUT THE HOSTESS when she’s doing so much for us (it isn’t mandatory, I’ve suggested we change that.) Two did (including me.) Four didn’t.
So tonight I’m hosting. And the one girl who tipped out is working and so are three who didn’t. Including Bitch Man who’s mean to 17-year-old girls but doesn’t have the balls to say anything to me when I’m reminding him he’s lousy at his job and a failure at life. Go figure.
I decided to play a fun game. I played “Guess who gets the shitty tippers?”
Here’s a hint: it was the people who didn’t tip the hostess.
The one who did tip out was a little upset with me when I skipped her in the rotation twice because it was apparently going to be destitute welfare night. But when the party of 8 came in (auto-grat! Huzzah!) she got them. When my businessman friend came in and requested my service I informed him I was “just hosting” - but would give him somebody who would take great care of him - she got them. And when a slew of other people came in who I knew were fantastic tippers she got them all.
Because I’m the host, and I have the power to fuck your shit up.
Her section also stayed clean and clear all night while the others struggled to keep up. You don’t appreciate the host position - you clear your own damn tables and run your own damn food.
The girl who did like I suggested? $137 in 3 hours. The rest? The best among them earned $52. Bitch Man made under $25 and was whining about money. Too bad. I think the lesson was far more valuable.
Guess you’d have gotten more tables if your section wasn’t so cluttered and if you’d have gotten people with more teeth than coupons.
Don’t mess with my hostess again.
I was in love with him. ♥
Me too
my only childhood crush that became an attractive adult
he could’ve got it then and he can get it now.
You all know he died in August of 2013 right?
I’m writing this because I have to, not because I want to. My name is Lauren. I’m leaving out my last name because I don’t want any of this linked to my family - this is 100% behind their back and I’m afraid that they’ll kick both myself and my brother out of our home if they find out. I’m Lauren, as I said, and I’m eighteen. But this GoFundMe isn’t about me - I’m making this for my younger brother, Daniel. Daniel is sixteen years old, soon to be seventeen. He wasn’t born as Daniel, and for twelve years even I thought that he was female. But when he was twelve he came out to me, and started to cry, saying that he didn’t feel right and that every time someone called him by his birth name or called him “she” or “her” or any feminine pronouns or words, he’d feel like he had been punched in the stomach. He explained that he hated his body, it felt awkward and out of place. I didn’t understand at first, I was only fourteen myself, and had never heard of anything like this. But we were always close and I comforted him and said whatever he was feeling was ok, and we would figure something out. I started to call him Danny, which is a gender neutral nickname that was close enough to his birth name that our (very, very religious) parents wouldn’t worry about. I began to do research and eventually I helped Daniel through the first stages of his transition. I got him a binder, I took him to cut his hair, and I got him gender neutral and male clothes to wear out in public. Our parents were livid at me and eventually when they found out about what was going on, they had my Pastor uncle come over while my father held me back, and I had to watch my uncle and mother perform an “exorcism” on my little brother. I’m not going into detail on the numerous accounts of abuse (mentally, physically and emotionally) that our parents have made us endure because of this. But we are at our breaking point. We’re leaving. My brother and I will legally be able to move out this year, and I’m not asking for help with the funds to do that. But I want to help my brother fully transition. This money raised will go to getting him new clothes, changing his name, getting him hormones and binders and also helping to pay for his chest surgery. Daniel and I are not in a safe situation at the moment, and I’m still in the process of saving up enough to pay for a down payment on an apartment for the two of us. We are still living in this abusive and toxic household, and meanwhile, Daniel has been forced off his testosterone and been made to “revert” to a “girl”. My parents humiliate him in pink and hyper feminine clothes, calling him very feminine pet names and over all just being incredibly abusive. They’ve told us we were mentally ill, sent Daniel to reform therapists, etc etc.. Daniel has really cut himself off from most people, and even rarely talks to me anymore. I’ve seen cut marks on his thighs. I’ve heard him crying all night into his pillow. I know things are at the breaking point and I need to get him out of here. I’ll have the money to get out soon, but I need help to help Daniel transition. I honestly don’t know what I would do if I lost my brother, I would never forgive myself. That’s the path I fear he’s taking now. Anything helps. A cent, as much as you can give without breaking your wallet. It all counts and will all be put in a bank account for safe keeping until we get enough to purchase clothing and such. Thank you all. If you cannot donate, your well wishes and your sharing of this is very appreciated. I love you all.
Link to GoFundMe here
i hate doing this but everything written here is right. i need help because im going crazy living here.
* thank you all so much for reblogging… but please reblog this version, because lauren messed up and put usd instead of cad and we had no way to withdraw before so we would appreciate a reblog on this one. thank you guys.
fucking rich white people laughing at how poverty is some diet they should try.
are you FUCKING SHIT TInG ME?!
yeah good luck losing weight when teh only thing you can afford to buy is fucking generic fritos you shitstain
Yeah, trying being poor, not having food stamps, being pregnant, having to quit your job because if you don't you'll run a high risk of losing the baby, so your sole income is your fiancé who works 40 hours a week and you have rent and other bills, and only maybe 100 for food a month IF YOU'RE LUCKY. It fucking sucks!
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My hips hurt, my back hurts, my boobs hurt, and I'm having major food aversions. Must be early pregnancy! #earlypregnancy #pregnancyproblems #pregnancy #food #thishurts
Can’t tell if I’m hungry or nauseous… Pregnancy problems.
This feels right now
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