*walks around my house in a tank top and underwear like im the only playable woman in a david cage game*
They’re about to break so many laws it’s not even funny, I can feel it in my bones
It’s about PayPal. This is all about fucking PayPal
He’s still pissed they fired him. He’s still pissed they didn’t like his idea of calling PayPal X
20 years and he has not learned a single thing. He’s still throwing a tantrum about people not liking his bad name suggestion decades ago
I graduated high school in 99.
There was a student at our school named Wayne.
Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.
Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn't even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.
The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.
Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help. He went to guidance counselors for help. He went to the principals for help.
He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.
Wayne's lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.
So... no.
No one in my school talked about being trans.
Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.
i am not calling twitter fucking x
im deadnaming that shit
i feel like im in 5th grade being graded on a english grammar test all over again this is so fucked up
[pronoun] [verb] [adverb] [verb] [noun] [adverb] [letter]
[contraction ([pronoun] and [verb]) ] [verb] [determiner] [noun]
[number]/[number]
[pronoun] [phrasal verb] [contraction ([pronoun] and [verb]) ] [preposition] [adjective] [noun] [verb] [verb] [adverb] [adjective] [noun] [phrasal adverb] [adverb] [pronoun] [verb] [adverb] [phrasal adjective]
you are doing some cocomelon shit to me
nah i'm staying out of this
When will I get a post about how SHE committed atrocities but SHE'S my special little guy and also SHE looked hot while doing it
Limulid Laboratories's Industrial Tea Set (2022)
...You know what, I’ve been trying to motivate myself to go and study, and this is just what I needed.
On the other hand, I have questions
you can tell a lot about someone based on their phone background. it shows what’s most important to them
uss-disaster
Reblog this and put what your phone background in the tags
moth update ! theyre threatening me
WELL, stop being so BIG and LOOKING AT THEM.
sourcefieldmix-deactivated20160
reminder for my followers
sourcefieldmix
not gonna say it again.
New Jersey Gothic
- It’s the weekend, and you mention going to a mall. Someone then begins to ask, which one; “Menlo, Bridgewater, Woodbridge, Brunswick Square, Middlesex…” they continue to list off malls, never taking a breath. Their eyes begin to show fear, but they do not stop naming malls.
- “What’s your exit?” You ask someone. They aren’t from here, and only give you a confused look. “Your exit. What’s your exit?” you ask again. They tell you they do not know. It is now your turn to be confused. You stand there, the same look on your face, completely silent, contemplating what it means to not have an exit. Without an exit, you do not exist here. You are stuck in the void.
- There is no central jersey. There is no central jersey. There is no central jersey. There is no central jersey.
- You share your summer plans with your friends. One of them says they will be spending it at the beach. You do not know what to say, as you do not know what a beach is. You think back to some hazy memory, trying to remember. You do not know the beach. You only know down the shore. There is only the shore in New Jersey.
- There is unrest between the two clans, of the North and of the South. You hear as they move closer, and their once unintelligible chants grow loud and clear. The North are screaming “Dunkin!” and the South are screaming “Wawa!” You must pick a side or be lost amongst the fierce rivalry.
- You are out of state, and someone asks you where you’re from. You tell them, and they instantly reply with “Oh yeah, Joisey!” and laugh. Your face drops, and you hear the voices in your head, pounding, screaming over and over “That’s a Brooklyn accent” You can not escape them.
- As you drive down the dark road, you are tense with fear. Only a few miles from home, you are hoping you will go without incident tonight. Each street light farther, you begin to ease up. But no such luck. As you come around the bend, you see one- with its glowing eyes and gaunt face, it stands solid as marble in front of you, refusing to budge even in the face of your oncoming vehicle. The white-tailed deer.
- A mile from you is a cemetery. A mile from your friend is a cemetery. A mile from your school is a cemetery. Everyone is a mile from a cemetery. There are more cemeteries than parks here. No wonder everyone knows someone with a haunted house.
- It has reopened. The place you heard so many stories about, of grievous injuries, and even death. Of those who were lucky to escape. People told you these stories with a laugh, and a hint of nostalgia. But you saw it. You saw the fear in their eyes when someone said it was returning. Because you know there is something much more sinister there- Action Park.
- He stares at you constantly. His cold, dead eyes and sickening smile track your every move from every bumper sticker, every mug, every keychain, every photo, and from his giant shrine in Asbury Park. You will never escape the gaze of Tillie the Clown.
"Link Legendofzelda would never have sex with anything" absolutely false – if Link encountered a puzzle where solving it required a small cylinder that thing would be out in a heartbeat.
