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So this club in Cologne (Germany) was doing a reputation release party and of course we were hyped. 😍 But what the party actually looked like made us angry. 😒

What they promised:

  • a record release party
  • win a VIP-package
  • free entrance until 00:00h
  • free beer and prosecco until 00:00h
  • goodies and give-aways such as „t-shirts, caps, CD’s, posters and popsockets“

What we (= 8 swifties, one even brought other friends to celebrate her birthday there) got:

  • two Taylor-posters at the entrance, no more decoration at all
  • with VIP-package they apparently meant a table in the club with a bottle of vodka (we didn’t win), nothing Taylor-related
  • at the entrance we had to pay
  • instead of free drinks, they handed out one ‚one-free-drink‘-ticket to everyone, but they apparently forgot it sometimes as not everyone of us got one
  • when leaving some of us (in their opinion not everyone entered the give-away, even though we did how we were told and tagged all of us in their facebook post) got goodies: a poster and the CD of ‚Look What You Made Me Do‘ – this is of course nice, but they promised something different
  • they didn’t do any give-aways at the party itself and when we were asking they told us that they didn’t receive any other merchandise from Universal, but they even showed the other stuff on facebook - wtf!?
  • AND WORST OF ALL: even though we were asking the DJ and the people at the entrance several times, THEY DIDN’T PLAY ONE SINGLE TAYLOR SWIFT SONG! What is this!?

Some of us holding the give-away tickets. That night we were swiftYs… *facepalm*

Doing a Taylor Swift related party is such a nice idea and in Germany we don’t get a lot of Taylor-stuff, besides her official concerts. But tricking people into coming to your club and not keeping your own promises is so rude and fake!

The party itself was not that bad, but as we all were just waiting for Taylor songs, they totally ruined our evening! We left at 02:00am and are surely not coming back. 😠

I love the poster! 😍 But I was so hyped for the t-shirts and the other stuff. I even asked them, whether I could just pay for it.  

Do cheaper morning-after pills work as well as brand name pills?

Someone asked us:

I was at the drugstore and I saw that they had a few different brands of plan b. Some of them were cheaper than others so like, do they all work the same or are more expensive ones stronger?

Short answer: all morning-after pill brands that you can buy without a prescription work the same, regardless of price. It doesn’t matter if you get it at a pharmacy, convenience store, health center, or a reliable online drugstore. Get yo bargain on!

Like most medicines, there are different brands of morning-after pills. They may be different prices, but they all have the same active ingredients and have the same effectiveness.

In the U.S., all over-the-counter morning-after pills use 1.5mg of levonorgestrel to prevent pregnancy. Levonorgestrel is a type of progestin, the same kind of hormone that’s in all hormonal birth control, like the IUD, pill, and shot.  

Some brands of levonorgestrel morning-after pills that are sold in the U.S. include:

  • Plan B One-Step
  • Next Choice One Dose
  • My Way
  • Aftera
  • Take Action
  • EContra EZ
  • Option 2
  • Athentia Next
  • Fallback Solo
  • Opcicon One-Step
  • Morning After
  • AfterPill (only available online)

Less expensive brands are often called “generics.” The FDA requires generic medications to have the same active ingredient, strength, dosage, quality, and effectiveness as name brands. So why can they cost less if they work the same? Because the companies making generics don’t usually pay for advertising, and they don’t have to run the expensive clinical trials that the original brand needed to do to get FDA approval for that kind of drug.

You can always double-check with the pharmacist if you’re concerned about buying the right pill. But as long as it says “levonorgestrel 1.5mg” somewhere on the package, feel free to buy the cheapest morning-after pill on the shelf —  it will work exactly the same as more expensive brands.

-Kendall at Planned Parenthood

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AU PROMPTS (based on my first semester of university)

I’m helping you move in and it looks like you brought way more things then you need. “I just wanted to be prepared!” AU


You’re my room mate and it turns out my birthday is the day after yours. “I’m older. I get dibs on which bunk I get!” AU


“Hello, do ya wanna join-” “Fuck off.” AU


“Free food! Free food!” “Don’t lie! The crowd will get mad!” “So what?” “I don’t wanna die before the semester even begins!” AU


We’re supposed to be room mates of three but the third never showed. “What are we gonna do about the other bed?” AU


I lost my school card and you’re the person who finds it AU


The dining center doesn’t have gluten-free food and I know you’re allergic to it so I offer you some of my gluten-free care package a friend sent me AU


I showed up 30 minutes late to this lecture but luckily you’re kind enough to let me see the notes I missed AU


“Can you please stop taking pics of me failing at making a cup of noodles?” AU


You’re my room mate’s friend which makes you my friend by default AU


I noticed that the dorm next door has something from fandom drawn/written on the window AU


I didn’t buy the textbook. “Would you mind if we shared or at least studied together?” AU


I need help with some mundane college thing 24/7. “Can you tell I’m a first-year?”

VAMPIRE BITE TATTOO

While attempting to re-create a younger vampire or younger version of Vlad, the idea of this mark/tattoo came to mind. I couldn’t find one to my liking, so I made this one.

Details:

  • 2 swatches (bite mark on left, bite mark on right)
  • Found in the Lower Back tattoo section. Feel free to edit the package file and re-locate
  • For Teen-Elder
  • Custom Icon

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SOMETIMES I GET SO FUCKING ANGRY WHEN I REMEMBER THAT I AM A GIRL BECAUSE MY MONEY HAS TO GO TO BUYING BRAS FOR THESE STUPID ORGANIC MILK BAGS AND PADS FOR MONTHLY UNWANTED SUBSCRIPTION OF LUCIFER’S WATERFALL LIKE WTF MAN WHY DONT THESE THINGS COME FREE WHEN MY UNWANTED PACKAGE IS GIVEN TO ME SERIOUSLY THO

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The Kickstarter is the only opportunity to get this whole package of free goodies! The book will be available through web shops and book stores when it’s released, but it will be just the book and slipcase. So if you’d like the free stuff as well, back the project while you can! Only one week left!!

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The "Don't tell anyone you saw me crying" AU sounds super promising!

The best part of Steve’s day is, generally when he gets to go eat lunch in the abandoned teacher’s office on the third floor. It’s quiet up there, and it’s not so dusty now that one of the custodians noticed him hanging out there and comes around to clean it up every so often. So, all in all, not a bad place to quietly eat his lunch, do some homework, and maybe get a bit of drawing done, if he’s up to it.

Except today, apparently.

After the bell rings and fifth period starts, Steve makes his way up to the abandoned teacher’s lounge. He’s got a cheese sandwich, apple slices and a can of Diet Sprite that he’s excited to eat, and a drawing of one of his classmates — a guy who probably doesn’t even know Steve exists, let alone would want Steve drawing him, but that’s the one good thing about being invisible — that he’s excited to finish up. But when he gets to his abandoned teacher’s office, he hears someone…

Well, he hears someone crying.

Still, it’s his abandoned teacher’s office — he doesn’t have much else to take ownership of at this school, so he’ll take what he can get — so he enters anyway.

“What the hell?” Bucky Barnes says, furiously wiping off his face with the sleeve of his henley.

“Oh, uh,” Steve says, clutching the sketchbook that has an in-progress drawing of Bucky Freaking Barnes in it tight.

“Come to laugh at me?” Bucky asks with a rueful chuckle.

“What? No,” Steve says, maybe a little fiercer than he should.

“Then what?” Bucky asks.

“I eat lunch here every day,” Steve says, straightening up. He may only be five foot four and weigh the same as a wet dachshund, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t be intimidating!

He does wish that his beanie would quit sliding down his head and hiding his eyebrows. Having visible eyebrows would probably help the intimidating factor.

“You eat… here?” Bucky asks, looking around the dim room like he’s really seeing it for the first time. He grimaces.

Steve pushes his beanie back. “You’re here crying!” Steve argues.

“Yeah, but I’ve only been here a couple times. You’re here every day.”

Steve scoffs. “Are you trying to contest who of the two of us is less pathetic, because that’s probably a pretty easy fight.”

“What do you mean by that?” Bucky asks, voice getting louder.

“You have everything — friends, football, popularity. I just want to eat my cheese sandwich and listen to my iPod during lunchtime without having to confront crying jocks.”

Bucky stares at him for a moment, then his face screws up. “I’m s-s-sorry,” he says, starting to cry again.

“Oh jeez,” Steve says, shutting the door behind him and taking a few steps across the room, closer to the desk Bucky is sitting at. “Don’t… Cry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“You didn’t… it’s not your fault,” Bucky says, burying his face in his hands.

Steve drops his backpack and kneels down, digging through it. After about forty seconds, he emerges victorious with a half-used pack of tissues. “Here,” he says, handing them out to Bucky.

Bucky looks up at him with wide, bloodshot eyes. “Really?” he asks. Steve nods. Bucky reaches out and takes the tissues from him. “Thanks,” he says, pulling one free from the package and loudly blowing his nose.

“No problem,” Steve says, trying not to be grossed out, though he can’t help but cringe a little when Bucky looks back up with a line of snot dripping out of his nose. “You oughta…” he says, gesturing to his nose.

“Shit,” Bucky says, wiping his nose again.

“Then again, if you’re sporting snot, I’m sure the rest of the school will follow,” Steve says, hoping he doesn’t sound as bitter as he feels.

Bucky shakes his head. “You don’t get it,” he says. “I’m not… It’s not like that.”

“That’s not what it looks from the outside,” Steve says, quiet.

Bucky gives him a little half-smile. “I’m just gonna tell you this because I feel like this abandoned teacher’s lounge is a safe, trustworthy space, okay? And because I feel like you won’t blab to a bunch of people, but everyone fuckin’ hates me.”

“Really?” Steve asks, deadpan.

Bucky nods. “It’s… Well, they may not think they hate me, but they do.”

“Please don’t tell me it’s because you’re too beautiful. If you do, I may scream,” Steve says and is rewarded when Bucky laughs.

“You’re spitfire,” he says. “Anyhow, I’m gay, and they’d fuckin’ hate me if they knew.”

There’s a long pause.

“You’re gay?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods, mouth flattening. “It feels real weird to say it out loud,” he admits.

Steve’s mouth drops. “I’m the first person you’ve told?” he asks, surprised.

Bucky shrugs. “I don’t got anyone to tell. My old man’s a homophobic asswipe who’d kick my ass if he knew, and it’s not like I’m gonna tell the guys on the football team that I like guys. They’d take turns kickin’ my ass and leave me a bloody lump on the field.”

Swallowing hard, Steve takes a seat close to Bucky’s. “That’s… a lot,” he says.

“I know,” Bucky says. “Which is why I feel justified to stay in this abandoned teacher’s lounge and cry for a bit, if you don’t mind.”

There’s a long pause.

“Can I eat my sandwich while you do so?”

Bucky snorts. “Sure,” he says. “Let’s live it up. Cheese sandwiches and tears, quite the couple.”

Steve shrugs. “I’ve seen worse,” he says, pulling his sandwich from his backpack and splitting it in half. “Want some?” he asks, holding it out to Bucky.

“Sure,” Bucky says, grabbing the sandwich and taking a huge bite.

— —

“Hey,” Bucky says as the bell for sixth period rings.

“Yeah?” Steve says, packing his stuff up.

“Wanna do this again tomorrow? Maybe without the crying?”

Steve smiles. “Sure,” he says.

— —

In a week, Bucky is letting Steve draw him.

In a month, Steve is letting Bucky kiss him.

In a year, they walk around their college campus hand-in-hand.

something i noticed while reading IT

okay, so this is probably just me being desperate and reaching at straws, but i’ve talked to my friends about it and they said the same thing.

so, when Bill is remembering his life in Derry, he talks fondly of the friends that he had.

what struck me as odd was the fact that eddie & richie were grouped together in the same subject. they weren’t separated by commas like stan and beverly, no, it’s eddie AND richie. one subject, one clause, grouped together like a buy one get one free package deal. idk, maybe this is just a reach, but i still thought it was cute how bill subconsciously grouped the two together when thinking of all his friends!!

my dorm offers a free “basic internet access package” aka 35 Mbps but strongly advises to purchase the “extended package” aka 70 Mbps for faster connection

what they don’t know is that at my house I got only 20 Mbps and I love free shit

Kylo Ren is Mysteriously Here (NSFW)

Read on AO3 here.

Summary: You’d written about it before, plenty of times. Kylo Ren being mysteriously in your home. You never actually thought it would fucking happen.

Words: 4500

Warnings: Forced orgasm, inappropriate use of the force

Characters: Kylo Ren x NonbinaryAFAB!Reader

A/N: This is a birthday gift for my very precious friend, @satans-codpiece. I am so fucking sorry that it took me forever to write this, but, I figure almost 4 months later is better than never? Haha. I love you so much, your friendship is very important to me, and I hope that you liked it.

And I hope the rest of y'all liked it, too! <3

Keep reading

Ok guys

here’s the thing. As I mentioned before it‘s really difficult for me to take photos of my food lately. It happens to be pitch black at 5 pm and I usually don’t have my dinner before 6 pm. I really don’t want to post photos with crappie lighting or only post like twice a week when I have a share worthy breakfast or lunch.

However I started looking into a low waste lifestyle a few months ago and since then I’ve tried to avoid plastic as much as possible. I think this is an important topic everyone (in every situation) can do a little contribution. I‘ve experienced and learned quite a few things that I‘d love to share to maybe give a few of you an idea on easy and nearly effortless changes you could consider making.

I‘d be able to take photos of those things throughout the day and share them with you, if you guys are interested in that at all! So please let me know what you think!

✨ sense8 appreciation post ✨

I’ve never watched a show so beautiful that I’m having trouble coming up with fanfiction ideas because there’s no scene I have even the remotest desire to change…

It’s perfect. Everything… Perfect.

Need a reason to watch the show? Here, have eight:

Sun Bak? Perfect. 12/10 softie with ninja skills. shit brother i’d give my right buttcheek to TKO. terminator.

Kala Rasal? Perfect. BAMF scientist who takes no shit and gives a grand total of zero fucks about the patriarchy.

Riley Blue? Perfect. magical dj with heart of gold and soul of steel. in need of love, hugs, and more scenes with her father.

Nomi Marks? Perfect. beautiful gay, transgender baby with a shit mother I’d give my left buttcheek to be able to punch.

Will Gorski? Perfect. robo cop ain’t got shit on this Chicago detective, my sweet smol bean needs love and cuddles, free to good home, package deal with Riley Blue.

Lito Rodriguez? Perfect. mean, green, viral gif machine. queer and ready to take on the world with chiseled abs and a sculpted ass.

Wolfgang? Perfect. hella gangsta with a crooked moral compass. still cute. still needs hugs. can’t ask for help. needs help tho.

Capheus Onyango? Perfect. future politician. better president than douchebag trashcan. mad driving skills. runs best matatu in kibera.

Creepypasta #1216: Customer Service

Length: Short

I have two post-it notes to add to the bowl tonight. One green and one yellow. It’s still been months since I have pulled a red note.

The green one says, “John O / 123 West st / called me useless / argued store hours." 

I fold it in half and place him on top of the pile of folded notes. Essentially, he gave me the dogshit treatment. When his note comes up, I will return the favor by leaving dogshit in his car door handles. Maybe some extra smeared under the windshield wipers and into the intake vents. That lovely fragrance of dog excrement will inundate the car for weeks.

Green notes are easy. They keep me alive. Most of my notes in this bowl are green. Sometimes I will scratch "CUNT” or “BITCH” into a car door. Maybe I’ll be creative and spray paint giant, veiny ejaculating dicks on the garage door. Lately, I have been using my dog’s droppings in newspapers, mail slots and other unpleasant places.

It never ceases to amaze me how many people treat customer facing employees like complete garbage. As if they are somehow better than us common peasants because they never had to do real work for a living.

The yellow note says, “Tiffany M / 234 Elm St / cut in line / no receipt wanted cash back / called me idiot / demanded manager.” I fold it in half and place her on the pile.

Yellow notes are special. Those are the people that went out of their way to piss me off. I look at the note and ponder what will cross my mind the night I pull it back out. Perhaps I will cut their brake line. Maybe I will spray some gasoline on their lawn spelling out, “ASSHOLE” and light it up. Then again, I could always leave a macabre display of dead animals on their porch. The possibilities are endless.

I dive my left hand into the bowl and swish the notes around. I look up at the ceiling to keep from cheating.

At this point I always wonder how stupid these people are. Don’t they know that when I service them, I have access to their names, their phone numbers, their addresses? Do they ever think for one second who the person is that they are dealing with? Don’t they know this is one of the few jobs people like me can get these days?

I grab a note at random and pull it out. I look down and see a red note in my hand. It’s one of three red notes left in the bowl. I flip it open and see the name “Mary A / 345 maple”. I don’t need a reminder note on the red ones.

Mary was a fraud. Mary demanded free products because the packaging was damaged; packaging that was just fine when I packed it out on the shelf not 45 minutes prior. Mary insisted on talking to the supervisor. Mary complained to corporate when we wouldn’t give her free stuff. Mary named me in particular when she wrote a nasty email to our corporate hotline. Mary cost me a job position I applied for, because corporate did not like such an awful customer escalation attached to one of their applicants. Mary was given a gift credit from the district manager and a typed apology from my supervisor as well as myself.

I put the red note in my mouth and chew it until it is a pulpy mess. I swallow Mary’s note and make my way to the closet. Not the refrigerator filled with bags of my dog’s shit. Not my toolkit with the awl, hammer and wire cutters. I go to the closet which holds my suitcase. I unzip the suitcase and chose the meat cleaver and a paring knife. For backup, I grab my .22 and the taser.

I have been waiting to pull Mary’s note for a long time. I have needed a night like this for a while. Long and messy. I close the store for tomorrow so I have plenty of time to speak with Mary tonight.

I always sleep like a baby when I complete a red note.

All becomes right in the world.

Credits to: bherb76 (story)