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Boyfriend Bambam
  • Meme couple
  • Dabs and whips constantly
  • Never shuts up
  • Wants your attention 25/8
  • Gets all pouty when you don’t give him your attention
  • Once you do, he’ll give you a bunch of kisses and tight bear hugs
  • Carnival dates!
  • Would win you a huge stuffed bear
  • Is scared of all the rides that you guys go on
  • So you’d have to hold the baby’s hand throughout every ride
  • Grabbing some food together
  • Corn dogs, hot dogs, funnel cakes, popcorn, large drinks for you to share
  • Bambam would want to feed you everything
  • You can’t refuse or else he’ll show off his non-resisting puppy face
  • Matching heart necklaces
  • That would actually be Bambam’s Valentine’s Day gift to you
  • Because he’s cheesy, romantic, and adorable all wrapped into one
  • Loud and noisy af
  • Always begging for you to come snuggle with him
  • If you don’t, he’ll hunt you down and carry you to his room and tickle you
  • Because tickle fights are one of his favorite things to do with you
  • Besides embracing you in his arms and placing wet kisses all over your face
  • Especially your lips
  • He loves your lips
  • He could kiss them all day
  • Which he already does nonstop
  • Tries to act like a bad boy to impress you
  • Even though it never works
  • He’s a dweeb pfft
  • But you love that dweeb nonetheless
  • He would want to take you out on dates every single day
  • You want a break from all these dates but “Sleep” doesn’t seem to be in Bambam’s dictionary
  • He would drag you to every place that he wants to go to for dates
  • “Y/N, hurry up~ We’re almost to the place.”
  • “The place” actually turns out to be some fancy Thai restaurant
  • You would be shook at the place and how nice it is
  • Then you would ask how Bambam could even afford this place bc damn it was expensive as hell
  • He would just laugh and say that the price doesn’t matter, it’s worth spending a day with you, his one true love (how cheesy)
  • Always tells you jokes to make you laugh
  • He loves your laugh, he thinks it’s the most cutest thing he has ever heard in his entire life
  • He’s also a really cheesy babe
  • Would tell you cheesy pickup lines to be romantic
  • Even though it’s cringy af but you find it adorable that he’s trying so hard
  • Smug sometimes
  • Also a teasing shit
  • Girl group dances
  • He would dance to “Touch My Body” by Sistar for your entertainment
  • Comedy movie dates
  • Cuddling on the couch and eating candy while watching the movie
  • Laying your head on his chest while he drapes his arm over your shoulder
  • Clingy Bambam 75% of the time
  • Okay, more like 90% of the time
  • Gets jealous over every guy that talks to you
  • He would get all pouty and ask you if you think the other guy is better than you
  • You find it cute that he’s jealous but you tell him to stop being so insecure and that you love him and only him
  • Leading him to be flustered
  • He would jump onto you and place wet smooches all over your face and say “I Love You” x100
  • Overprotective Bambam
  • He would be like a father figure sort of
  • Okay well more like a big brother
  • Even though he’s your boyfriend so that would be weird if he was your brother/father
  • Would dedicate a Chris Brown song to you
  • A romantic song ofc
  • Even make up a choreography to the song and dance for you
  • Soft pecks on the lips
  • Which would soon turn heated
  • Lowkey kinky
  • Idk if I wanna head into nsfw things…???
  • Tbh let’s save that for next time ohohoho ;))
  • SnapChat spams
  • His Instagram page would mostly be just pictures of you or of you and him together
  • He loves you so much, you basically own all of his social media profiles
  • Would comment cute stuff on all of your IG updates
  • “Look at my baby, omo!~ You’re so beautiful, I’m so lucky to have you, princess”
  • Spams your PM’s with cute snaps of him and cheesy yet romantic texts
  • The kissy face emoji would be his favorite emoji
  • He sends it to you all the time
  • Showers you with kisses before bed
  • Spams you with good night texts
  • Would want to be the one to say “I Love You” last
  • You guys would get into a huge fight over the phone, constantly saying “I Love You”
  • Until you finally give in, letting Bambam be the one to say it last
  • Only because you love it when he tells you he loves you
  • Because it’s absolutely true <3

Originally posted by ohohobi

When I was a kid, I used to fish a lot (warning:graphic descriptions of injury to animals)

My uncle showed me how, and whenever I went to stay with him and my aunty at their caravan, I’d spend the majority of the time sitting by the side of the course fishing lake with my float on the water, waiting for perch fish to take a bite.

Now I had a lot of bad incidents which sort of phased me over that period, I once used a hook that was too small, and it went all the way down the body of the fish, and since I was too scared to put my finger down the fish’ mouth and pull it out, my uncle had to just rip it out, killing the fish.

Another time I used a hook that was too big, it went into the fish’ mouth and came out of its eyeball, that fish we put back, and obviously it would have been blind on one side, and likely didn’t survive in its home environment because of that.

Now I feel ill thinking back to these occasions currently, and I felt slightly bad at the time, however there was one incident where even at the time, my blood boiled.

On this occasion, as usual, I sat and caught a fish, it was a fair size for perch (I forget the weight), but it was a regular catch, the hook went in the mouth and came out of the cheek, easy to remove and at the time I was proud of it.
Another kid who was fishing there with a group of his friends came over and asked to hold it whilst his friends crowded around me, I allowed it, but I told him it was only for a short time because obviously the fish couldn’t breath (in my head I was genuinely against animal cruelty somehow).
So the kid takes the fish, and immediately hurls it as far and as high as he could, it hit the lake with a force that must have killed it (or at least I honestly hope it did, I hope the fish didn’t have to survive that).

Now at the time, I was livid, I was angry beyond words, how could he be so unnecessarily cruel to an innocent animal? An animal he had only just seen and that had never done anything wrong to him, he must be a complete asshole, right?

Now here’s the part I missed at the time, I HAD LITERALLY BEEN STABBING FISH ALL DAY.

I had been stabbing small creatures like maggots and worms, leaving them underwater for hours, sat and watched a float until it began to go under, and at that point I would stab the fish, drag it out of it’s natural environment into a cold and bright area where it couldn’t breath, removed the hook, and released it back into the water with a brand new wound and what must have been a chronic phobia of eating.

And I did all of that in the name of a hobby, but that was fine! Because that part was normal in society! People fished all the time and so I couldn’t be doing anything wrong, but throwing the fish? That was cruel, inhumane, and something I could never do.

I simply did not see the ill logic of it all, what I was doing was unnecessary, yes it was normalised in society, but I could have quite happily chosen a different hobby? There are thousands of hobbies out there that I could have opted for, but because of the way society views fishing, I saw no wrong in it at all.

I no longer think that way.

And the same goes for food. You see videos of factory farm workers punching, kicking, and just generally abusing animals, and it boils your blood, that’s because as I have always been, you’re genuinely against animal cruelty.

But here’s the important part, you are still paying for them to be stabbed.

And that is the effect of society! They’ve normalised it to the point where you see no wrong in it at all, and people throw out the same arguments about canines, evolution, B12, the food chain, etc in order to justify this behaviour when confronted about it, but after all of these arguments have been refuted (easily, I promise you, spare yourself the time), it always boils down to ‘I don’t really know why I eat animals, but it tastes good’.

The answer is, that you eat animals because society tells you to, it tells you that you need meat to be healthy, despite a vegan diet containing every single nutrient your body needs, and despite a vegan diet vastly reducing your chances of contracting all the biggest medical killers (heart disease, cancer, strokes, diabetes, etc).
It tells you that vegans are weak and pathetic, despite the emergence of vegan, world class athletes now being a daily occurrence.
And mostly, it tells you that eating dead animals is necessary, despite the fact that as there were thousands of other hobbies for me to choose from, there are millions of other food sources for you to choose from.

And on top of that, you can still have everything you have now! You can have burgers, pizzas, hot dogs, barbecues, ice cream, cakes, brownies, fudge, I mean it when I say literally everything you have now.
And you’re likely sitting thinking ‘ew they’ll be vegan versions though’ but that is how society wants you to feel! The animal agricultural industries have paid big money into advertising and changing federal policy, specifically to make it seem like veganism is the unnecessary choice, that compassion and empathy are unnecessary and extreme, and that relentless killing and endless cruelty is perfectly normal.
Surely you can see the disconnect here, regarding society’s actions and society’s alleged beliefs.
Now I’m not asking you to go vegan (I am lol, but you don’t have to take my word for it), all I ask is that you take a step back, and evaluate. Look for the meat adverts, look how meat centric society actually is, and look for how society views vegans in general, and for what? Empathy? Compassion? Trying to make the world a better place?

And then simply do some research! YouTube has tons of educational videos, there are thousands of educational posts on tumblr if you follow vegan blogs. All I ask is that you do some research, and see which side of the story makes more sense to you.

I’m here to help if you need it! ✌️🌱

<3 <3 <3 It’s safe to say that I am completely obsessed and enamored by My Mad Fat Diary and Rae Earl <3 <3 <3 

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Yesterday was Norway’s National Day! :D We had a good time with hot dogs, cake, strawberries and cream, ice cream, a good movie and good company! I hope all of my Norwegian followers had a lovely celebration, too! 

Also, today was my first party day at work. I mean, we have parties on the first Saturday of every month (we give out hot dogs, cake, champagne, free play, always have a big giveaway prize at the end – today it’s a patio set that will be given away in a drawing at 9:30pm – and every half hour we randomly choose to players to spin a wheel to win various amounts of free play).

But…I was always graveyard. And the parties officially end after the 9:30 giveaway. So I would come in to work at 11:00 (or some months 10:00) and have the cleanup duties. But I was never there for the actual parties.

And once the party started at 1:00, we were SWAMPED with people claiming their match play post cards, people wanting to play the two new daily games that we started this month (both can award free play if they win), people claiming our “everyone” giveaway – this month a tumbler with our logo and an American flag on it – and we could barely keep up.

By a few hours later, it was more manageable. Most people in the casino had already used their match play and claimed their gift, and were just playing the machines and hoping to get selected as a “hot seat” winner who got to spin the wheel.

It was busy, but it was fun. I took the role of assistant to my boss when it came to giving out the free play hot seat prizes – he would run the floor scan to select a random winner, announce them over the microphone, and then I would handle the paperwork aspect of it.

And then, right after I signed out for the day, one of our newer casino attendants found a $100 bill on the floor and brought it to the swing shift manager. It didn’t look right to him (and the paper felt oily). He showed it to me – I used to teach a class on detecting counterfeit bills at Disneyland when I worked there (it was back when we still had the old bill designs, but a lot of the detection methods still work on the newer bills).

It passed the “counterfeit pen” test, but ANY decent counterfeiter can beat that test. A close inspection under a magnifying glass showed that the printing was 100% on point – you could even read the numbers on the clock tower on the back of the bill. They used a VERY good printer to make this.

But there were no red/blue fibers. And there was no security strip embedded in the bill (and it was 2003 series, so it should have had one – those came into effect, if I remember right, in the 1989 series). If I rubbed the bill on paper, ink came off – which is actually usually what you want to see (some of the ink will come off a real bill if you rub it hard on a piece of paper, but without smudging the design), but this ink didn’t look right. The lower-right “100″ on the face of the bill, where the Treasury Department uses color-changing ink that looks different colors from different angles, didn’t change color if you changed the angle of the bill. There were what appeared to be folds in the bill where plain white paper was showing through the creases.

My boss wasn’t convinced that it was fake (mostly because of the print quality), but I told him that I was 100% positive that it was counterfeit. So as I left for the day, they were calling the Sheriff’s Department to have them come take possession of the bill. The only down side? I momentarily forgot one of the lessons I used to teach at Disneyland: if you suspect a bill of being fake, handle it as little as possible as you inspect it, and only handle it by the corners so your own fingerprints don’t mix with any other fingerprints on the bill. My fingerprints are all over it.

But that’s okay. I’ll be curious to hear whether or not we figure out who dropped it (we have cameras, and they record to DVRs, but sometimes things like this are deemed not worth going back to look at the video). I’ll be curious as to whether they tried to put it into a machine and then just dropped it when no machine would take it and they realized it was worthless at the casino. I’ll be curious to know whether it was someone who thought it was a legit bill, which they were unfortunate enough to receive from someone else.

Either way, though, today was a day.

Kurt had lost track of time.

He had no idea how long he’d spent in this cage, living in this filth, but it felt like years had passed.

He prayed he was wrong.

The sound of the incoming crowd reached his ears, made him grimace. They were so loud, so shrill. Had the crowds back home ever been like that? Mustering all of his strength, he dragged his limp body away from the bars and into the darkest corner of his cage, as far away from prying eyes as he could get. 

“What is it, Mommy?” He heard a child ask.

“I don’t know. Probably just a man in costume. Come on, let’s go get some cotton candy,” the mother replied, hurrying her child away.

Kurt’s mouth watered and his stomach gurgled at the scents filling his nostrils: hot dogs, french fries, funnel cakes, popcorn, and cotton candy. They all smelled so good. What he wouldn’t give for just a small bite of one of the rich foods! He no longer ate warm, fresh meals. He ate whatever he was given, though it often made his stomach turn. Amos Jardine had taught him not to let food go to waste.

One of the circus workers came around with a pointed stick, and Kurt crawled to the center of the cage, right in front of the bars, to avoid being prodded from his hiding place with it. Sometimes, no one checked on him and he was allowed to wait out the viewing periods in the corner. Today was not one of those days.

Sighing, he prayed God would deliver him from this hell soon, whether that deliverance be in life or death.


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