#population us

[darkherolovercroissant]

I’m not one to call a bunch of people out, but when you make comments/posts coming after someone who I respect or care about... then you’ve gained my attention too!

There is a difference between disagreeing and straight up verbal abuse. The thing is... you little keyboard warriors think it’s funny to openly belittle someone all because you disagree.

I honestly find it hard to believe that ANYONE sleeps like a kitten at night knowing they hurt someone. If you say you do, you’re either lying or have an ego so huge that your afraid to tell the truth incase your precious little reputation is destroyed.

You have ZERO right to bully someone because they call people out or disagree with something. You want to message something or make a post about someone, then how about you take two seconds to take a breath and realize that you are potentially going to hurt someone.

Fans will always but heads, but to make comments or posts about someone...how fucking petty do you have to be? Do you honestly think that tearing down someone makes you any better? Cause news flash...it fucking don’t.

Remember those stupid sayings they drilled into our heads as kids...

“Treat others the way you wish to be treated”

“If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all...”

Honestly I’m pretty sure those who bully are the same ones who are all like “support mental health awareness” or “we’re all equal!”

Honestly pull your heads out of your ass because it ain’t a hat.

[darthcontusion]

me, a dumbass: oh boy a kitaro episode about the fuckin bean washing yokai. this’ll be a dumb one.

kitaro, 22 minutes later: ...and that concludes our lecture on the flaws of economic policies restricting the production and importation of foreign goods counter to modern consumer preferences, tune in next time when kitaro and friends face off against some fart monster, and don't forget youtube is somE FUCKING BULLS-

me: ????????????????????????????????????????????

[bloodstainedsarsaparilla]

I hate it when people se me like they see things and they see my opinion and then they decide to click on my profile and the first post I see is me talking about getting railed bill chuck bass  I hate it here

[cherublooking]

»YOU HAVE 1 UNREAD MESSAGE FROM @girlrued​ .

         “ i’ll give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go . ”

he grinds his teeth , just a little . the sound of her voice , the sadness , the desperation . it’s whack and he hates it . she’s been shattered by someone and he’s not the right guy to put the pieces back together but he’s willing  and he doesn’t mind a few cuts from the process . ❝i don’t need ten thousand. i just need one. i need to know i’m not just some guy you fuck when you’re sad - or bored - or whatever ‘phelia.❞ it hurts. it hurts worse than if he’d actually stuck a knife in his gut . the admittance that maybe , just maybe , he’s being used and there’s a type of grief in his chest, he’s never quite gotten used to . nice guys finish last , you stupid washed up virgin .  that’s what it feels like , what it reminds him of . high school bullies and pretty girls from before her , he hears their voices plain as day . haunting him . ❝i just need to know, this isn’t a game or something. i’m - i’m not like those other dudes. i’m - i’m sensitive. and i’m not ashamed to admit that i don’t wanna get my heart broken if you’re just using me for a good time. just one. i just need one reason to stay.❞   that you want me. really want me.

[trashchaser]

It suddenly occurs to me that I've never told the story of how I got engaged, aka the "trash ruins everything you try" story SO It starts with my boyfriend insisting we go out for dinner, which in itself is nothing new, it was his day to cook and we hadnt done dishes in like daaaayyys. To which my response was "you lazy ass you just dont want to do the dishes. Fine but you're paying." He tells me to pick a place. Somewhere nice. At this point im naming off our usual places of cheaply priced family style restaurants and he keeps insisting i pick somewhere NICER. At which point i VERY NEARLY made a "why, you gonna propose?" joke. Probably a good thing i didn't. Anyways the entire time im just kinda. Laying on the floor whining about having to think of a place because choosing is such a chore. I decide on east side marios, which, for the unknowing, is a family style restaurant thats italian New york themed. Not a romantic place at all but i wanted to eat 7 cheese pasta and once that was decided there was no changing it you dont just CHANGE YOUR MIND about 7 cheese capeletti you just dont. Anyways, after wards he tries to say we should go on a walk. There's this scenic as fuck lake near here its real nice but im like. Bitch i just ate a giant ass bowl of 7 cheese pasta and you want me to WALK haha nope im fat and full of cheese ill waddle out to the car take me home so i can take my pants off. Really, REALLY i dont know why he didn't just try again another day but anyways. We're just kinda standing and hugging and boys smell good okay. And he starts going on about how much he loves me and shit and hes usually a sap but hes being super sap and im like. Wait. AND THEN THE FUCKER STARTS QUOTING RICK ASTLEY AT ME. YOU KNOW THE ONE i hit him and the ring didn't fit TRUE ROMANCE GUYS

[autolatrismarchive]

partyciity

              intruders are not uncommon. as a matter of fact, in most cases, they are WELCOMED. fresh meat are otherwise considered fresh SPECIMENS-- new playthings for the doctors to prod around in on their down time.                    there is a certain value placed on OUTSIDERS, born naturally and raised exposed to the harsh conditions of the wastes. that sort of adaptation could never be replicated with the standard artificially created citizens of the vault. 

                   that being said, elisabeth doesn’t even FLINCH at the sound of yelling beyond the confines of her quarters. she figures the vault security is more than capable of fending off and hopefully SEDATING whatever unfortunate soul decided to try and raid her home.                   still, that doesn’t keep her from peering out the door, its metal sliding muffled under the sounds of a struggle. a part of her is UPSET because she KNOWS she’s going to have to clean this up. 

[what-the-stark]

iceandozone

     ”— You say the words so easily; I wonder if you realize what my choices have cost me already.”

"Well, I might have more of a shot at knowing that if you actually told me anything when you're in trouble."

"That hail-fellow-well-met thing you've got going is great, and all, but you're talking to the king of emotional diversion here-- don't think I don't see what you're doing. Let me help you, Thor. Please."

[alliegets-blog]

everything is kind of terrible

Scott brought home what we now know was bad pizza. One little piece for me, three for him and ... not a pretty day for the Seligmans.

At least we got this gem out of it:

Me: Does your stomach sound like there's a small ship sailing around on a roiling sea? Scott: I have many ships in harbor.