In 24 cities on Monday, fast food workers took to the streets, hung banners from the tops of buildings and even shut down a corporate office in St. Louis.
They had one simple goal: to stop Trump from making fast food CEO Andrew Puzder the top government official for protecting workers’ rights.
Puzder serves as the CEO of CKE Restaurants, the umbrella company that owns Hardee’s and Carl’s Jr. burger chains.
Less than a month ago, cooks and cashiers filed 33 legal complaints against CKE. One complaint says that the company surveilled employees and sent out intimidating memos warning them not to speak to the press.
One woman fought off advances from a manager who, after he was rejected, allegedly told her, “If you don’t start giving me what I want, I’m going to have to start taking it from you.” Read more (2/13/17 8:12 PM)
I wasn’t actually planning to post these because I hate showing my art to people but whatever ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Just a collection of characters that I know of that have either been confirmed in canon/by the creator as being bi, pan or ace, or have evidence supporting it.
Characters are (left to right):
Bisexual: Korra and Asami (Legend of Korra), Bob (Bob’s Burgers), Brittany (Glee), Rose Quartz (Steven Universe), Princess Bubblegum and Marceline (Adventure Time), and Jack Harkness (Doctor Who/Torchwood)
Asexual: Garnet (Steven Universe), and Sherlock Holmes
Pansexual: Rick (Rick and Morty), Deadpool, and Lars and Sadie (Steven Universe)
Roy smiled as you sat there blankly with your only days old son. Collin was fast asleep and Lian kept gazing over every few minutes in awe of the tiny Harper.
It had been a testing nine months as you all struggled to adjust to the arrival of the growing human. He had taken your appetite, your sleep and even your mind some months. And now here he was, in your arms sleeping soundly as you too started yawning.
Roy watched as his daughter offered his son her favourite Batman and felt at peace. Only a few days ago he had broken down into tears that she didn’t want him anymore, because she had a nightmare that they couldn’t keep the both of them. They’d both reminded her then that the only change would be more noise,and funny smells which she kindly volunteered Oliver to deal with.
He frowned as his phone rang on the counter and showed up as Olivers name. “Daddy is it Oliver about the pool again?” Lian asked as she rolled her eyes at the ringtone. “Probably.” He said tiredly ‘If it helps i buried him in mommy’s flower.” Roy spotted a tiny green hand poking out of the flower pot on the balcony and let out a small laugh. “Don’t tell mommy that.” He said as he laughed “Uncle Wally told me i could blame Collin.” She said as she soared her Wonder Woman in the air “Let’s wait until he can walk first.” He said giving her a small smile and refocused his attention back to you “until then lets get mommy to bed.” He said as he ushered his daughter to help convince you.
“Come on sweetie time to sleep.” He said gently while reaching for Collin “No i just need a coffee.” You mumbled in response “You need to rest.” “And i’ve missed caffeine for nine months, now are you going to make it or am i going to kill you infront of our children?” You attempted to joke but your tiredness made it sound ominous. Luckily a small smirk landed on his face as he sighed at you.
As you both stared off at eachother, his phone rang once again and Lian picked up the phone on his behalf. “No he’s dead. Go away Ollie, he’s dead now.”
If Ginny took a pregnancy test every time a magazine decided to speculate about the state of her uterus, she’d probably have bought stock in the company and made a mint already.
But this. This was different.
Staring down at the double page spread, topped with a garish headline (“A Bun in the Oven for Baker?”), Ginny suddenly felt sick to her stomach. It wasn’t just the slight bump each of the photos highlighted, or the fact that she’d been feeling sick to her stomach a lot lately.
No. This was much worse.
The realization came in flashes:
Weird cravings. (Well, not cravings, but that chocolate peanut butter burger with jalapeños the guys dared her to eat in Arizona months ago hadn’t been nearly as disgusting as she’d thought it would be.)
Crying at the drop of a hat. (Literally. Salvi teasingly knocked her hat off and Ginny’d been hard pressed to keep the tears at bay.)
Spotty periods. (They always were, though. The stress of life in the major leagues, as well as having to spend so much time on the road, was no small thing. Jesus, how long had this been happening? Months and months at least.)
Even the slight weight gain. (Ginny thought it was just a function of too much beer and doing less cardio in the gym and more in bed. Not that she had any complaints on that front.)
Each bit coalesced until the picture was clear, solid in her mind.
// Sometimes I wonder if Ultra Magnus is secretly a stubborn as I am??? I hurt my jaw last night–you all remember that? So guess what I eat today…A TWO PATTY BURGER. and you know why? BECAUSE IT’S GOOD. I know I’m hurting myself, and I normally don’t do this! I’ve been eating soup!! SOUP!! SOOOOOUUUUUP!! FOR OVER A MONTH. SOOOOOUP! ASDFGHJKLKJHGFDSA!!!!! I wanted a BURGER!!!!
Needless to say I hurt my jaw in the process of eating a really good burger…I’m hurting really bad. I’m not looking for sympathy…..because I did it to myself……………
but I often wonder if Magnus secretly does this. He knows his jaw is in pain, but he will sneak a burger (or something like that). He only hurts his jaw more, but he’s just happy because instead of something light, he got a full burger!
Danny counts down the last few weeks in a haze of incomplete college coursework, shirked chores, and frantically jerking upright in bed after yet another nightmare of exploding restaurants, jerky future selves, and timelines that no longer existed.
He knows that he’ll never turn into Dan. Ever. He swore it, promised himself and his friends.
But he was making sure that there was never a reason for it to come to that, either.
He, Sam, and Tucker avoid the Nasty Burger for months, just in case a vat of sauce gets too hot from sheer dumb negligence.
None of them even have to say anything. But they all had one eye on the date, waiting for the date of Dan’s disappearance to come and go and leave them in the clear.
Danny isn’t going to breathe easily until he was sure that nothing happens to mess up anything in this time stream.
It is hard enough looking in the mirror and seeing how chiseled his jaw line is becoming. How muscular ghost fighting has made him. How deep his voice has become over the years. His hair he’s kept as short as it has always been. No letting it grow out, and always getting it trimmed whenever the ends began twisting into fiery wisps in ghost form.
He looks more and more like Dan every day but is determined not to let that fate come to pass.
The night of that fateful anniversary, then, is spent at Fenton Works, all of his loved ones around him, showing their support by sitting shoulder to shoulder as they watch Ghost Busters. Danny smiles around the room at his parents fighting over popcorn, Jazz mouthing along to the lines she’d memorized decades ago, and his two best friends, nudging him whenever he anxiously glances at the clock.
Less than an hour left in the day. It’s already technically past the time when Dan would have showed up to destroy Amity Park and everything he held dear, but Danny isn’t taking any chances. He wants the second hand to pass midnight before he stops worrying.