I think “””””””””””influencers”””””””””” would be significantly less insufferable if THEY ROLLED UP THEIR DAMN SLEEVES LIKE EVERY SINGLE VIDEO THEYRE IN LONG SLEEVES ALL THE WAY UP TO THEIR SECOND KNUCKLES STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!!!!!!!! STOP TAPPING YOUR NAILS ON EVERY SINGLE PRODUCT STOP GETTING PURSES FOR YOUR WATER BOTTLES YOU’RE A PRISONER OF VIRALITY THE EDITING IS EATING US ALIVE YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP YOU NEED TO WAKE UP!!!! WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP SCROLLING TOUCH GRASS PET A DOG HOLD THE DOOR FOR A STRANGER EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU IS WORTH SO MUCH MORE THAN A LIKED VIDEO!!!!!!!! Also seriously please stop cooking/working with food in excessively long sleeves it’s bad for the clothes and idk it annoys me greatly. Emos and scene kids are exempt for this but the rest of yall have ZERO excuse
I've been hearing that a lot of ballots are being rejected for trivial reasons! Please check your ballots online! You should be able to if you look up "Check Ballot [your state]". If your ballot has been rejected call your state's voter protection hotline and try to resolve it! Every vote counts, every single vote.
fuck oh my GOD thinking about being man handled by jaebum is so hot wow??? he’d be so good at man handling you but also making sure you’re comfortable and safe ugh fuck while also whispering dirty things into your ear - jaebum anon
jaebum grabbing at you all over while you dryhump eachother and he talks dirty to you, “kitten, you know you can just say the word and i’ll take my hands off you. but you’re not going to say it, are you? you’re enjoying this too much, don’t you just love it when i touch you roughly?” cause making sure you know youre safe while also making it dirty is... hot. consent is sexy kids
nuka's in the shop right now, getting the struts replaced (kinda need those to keep the tires on) and the guy just called and said that the wheel bearings need to be done too. he said it was making a "wubba wubba" noise when it drove, and I was like "yeah! that's the nuka noise" also that I probably don't want to put too much money into "an old car" excuse u, sir, this car is only as old as me, it's brave and strong and I love it, and you're the old one here anyway so wheel bearings next paycheck, then radiator with taxes
The air around the table was tense at best, and at the worst absolutely frigid. All that could be heard was the sound of clanging of silverware and chewing. There was no conversation, laughter, discussion, things I had come to associate with dinner time. And there hadn't been, not for weeks, months even. But with the tensions running high in the District and the very real threat of open war hanging over their heads, I had hoped that the emergency nature of the situation would at least mend her parents relationship. However the news of impending war had only made it worse.
"Don't you see what they're doing, Kirk??"
I flinched in alarm at her mother's outburst. Alarmed, but not surprised. Her mom had been trying to convince her father as to the evils of the Capitol for weeks, maybe even months.
"You don't know what you're talking about, Cara."
My father's voice was calm, unbothered and unshakeable as it has always been. The wall to my mom's storm, as it were. Sometimes, especially lately, I wondered how they had even fallen in love. And they had been in love, she remembered that, at least.
As much as I hated the silence, though this was millions worse. At least with the silence, I could pretend they were just having a spat, even my loving parents had fights every now and again, but nothing like this.
“There’s plenty of food, plenty of resources, and yet we have no access to any of it. Our people are DYING! How can you still believe them. I believe that I’ve seen the books, Kirk. They invest their money into faster cars and trains, not things we need, like food and shelter.” With every word, her voice got higher in pitch.
"The Capitol only has our best interests in mind, as they always have." He spoke calmly, sounding completely unbothered by the whole situation.
"Don't give give me that bullshit!"
"Cara!"
"Mom!"
For the first time, my father seems affected by her argument. Despite the fact that my was loud and could be brash, she never swore. She often claimed that swear words were the basis of ignorance. I remember how she had once washed my mouth out for saying the word ‘dang’ when I was six.
She continues on as if none of us had spoken, as if she didn't care that her 11 year old daughter was right there. "The man I married wasn't so naive to believe that the Capitol has our best interests in mind anymore!" She sounded almost desperate, her voice pleading for him to understand, to agree.
He never did, though.
"Well, I'm sure you're not the only one disappointed with their choice of a spouse."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a look of horror crossed his face. The silence that rang throughout the room was deafening, far worse than anything I had ever heard before. All manner of expression crossed my mom’s face, varying from hurt, to hysteria, to pure, unadulterated rage.
“Kendall. Go to your room.”
I didn’t wait a second, jumping up and practically sprinting out of the room. I do him one better, though, and make a beeline out of the house.The yelling starts before the door has the chance to close behind me. My mother’s voice, shrill and angry, my father’s quickly matching. As soon as the door is slammed closed. Even if they had noticed, I knew they wouldn’t call me back.
I started running, ignoring the sympathetic looks from the neighbors who had become accustomed to the shouting emanating from my home, if I could even call it that anymore. It had been a long time since it had been a home. Now, it was just a house where three people could barely coexist.
so, I totally love having this blog and I really appreciate that you follow me and talk to me. It's been fun but I just have to say two things.
1) If I don't reply to something you send me, unless it's something ridiculous or offensive, sending me another message to remind me is totally fine! But reprimanding me for not replying is NOT ok. It's not intentional, I have a life outside of the internet and I will be busy.
2) Unless I have said something offensive or have reblogged something of yours that you want taken down, I will not listen to people who tell me how to run my blog. If I'm being too whiny, or complaining, or being annoying and flirty and you don't like it, you know where the unfollow button is.
I'm sounding like an ass and for those of you who have followed me for a while, I really am a nice guy, but those two things seem to be happening often and it's not okay...
