message machine

a dating app that’s totally normal except when a man tries to send a message a little message pops up saying something like “remember, women are not obligated to respond to your messages” or “sending dick pics without consent is sexual harassment” and they have to click “i understand” before they can send their message


Happy Jisung Day!  Maknae of NCT Dream, NCT and SMRookies who is the “smallest” but one of the tallest and continuing growing! Beautiful shy smile and talented dancer, who warms our hearts and gives us the hope we can achieve our dreams even at a young age as long as we are passionate and hardworking! You are our hope! 
Happy Birthday Park Jisung! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Make journals of:

  • dreams
  • food
  • finances
  • writing ideas
  • love
  • ideas for architects
  • city design ideas
  • beautiful and/or ugly sights
  • a history of one’s own writing life, written daily
  • reading/music/art, etc. encountered each day
  • rooms
  • elaborations on weather
  • people one sees-description
  • subway, bus, car or other trips (e.g., the same bus trip written about every day)
  • pleasures and/or pain
  • life’s everyday machinery: phones, stoves, computers, etc.
  • answering machine messages
  • round or rectangular things, other shapes
  • color
  • light
  • daily changes, e.g., a journal of one’s desk, table, etc.
  • the body and its parts
  • clocks/time-keeping
  • tenant-landlord situations
  • telephone calls (taped?)
  • skies
  • dangers
  • mail
  • sounds
  • coincidences & connections
  • times of solitude

Other journal ideas:

  • Write once a day in minute detail about one thing
  • Write every day at the same time, e.g. lunch poems, waking ideas, etc.
  • Write minimally: one line or sentence per day
  • Create a collaborative journal: musical notation and poetry; two writers alternating days; two writing about the same subject each day, etc.
  • Instead of using a book, write on paper and put it up on the wall (public journal).
  • and so on …

*** Bernadette Mayer is an American poet from Brooklyn. My creative writing professor shared this document with us on our first day and I just wanted to share it with more people because it has some really great ideas! I highly suggest checking out Mayer’s poetry too.

She had something to say about Betsy DeVos. So she sent her senator a pizza — with a message.

The special instructions section reads:

Please deliver to Orrin Hatch’s office, #8402 and attach the following note: “From a Salt Lake constituent in 84105. Please vote NO on Betsy Devos. She is an inappropriate choice to lead our public schools.

Julia Silge tried repeatedly to get in touch with her senator about the upcoming confirmation vote, but she was only able to leave one message before the answering machine had apparently been filled. It was then that she resorted to an unconventional way of reaching out.

Ultimately, the pizza was unable to be delivered as it could not make it past security, but this just goes to show the great lengths people are going through in order to have their voices be heard!

Helping Hand

Reader x Elijah Mikaelson



Imagine: You find out Kol is dead and Elijah comes to help you deal with it.

Word count: 1163

It was a dark and cold night, one of the many you liked so much.

You sighed, checking your clock one more time to make sure you had not gotten the numbers wrong. To your frustration, you were right: your long term boyfriend, Kol Mikaelson, was horribly late for the dinner you had scheduled with him almost a month ago to celebrate your one year anniversary. And he did not even had the decency to call and explain what happened. Honestly, you were starting to get worried. You reached for your purse, getting the phone inside it and dialling his number. Nobody answered.

Hey, this is Kol! Leave a message.” His voice machine message echoed. Something was terribly wrong.

“Baby, where are you? Please call me back when you get this.”

A small rain was pouring outside and your heart began to pound loudly in your chest. Kol would never disappear like that, leaving you without any explanation. And in the months you had been together, he never switched his phone off. It was then you got nervous and started to pace back and forth at your living room. A bad vibe playing around in your body.

You wanted to call Damon. But he was so obsessed with… Oh, no. No, no, no. Suddenly it occurred to you what might had happened to Kol and that thought got your insides twisted. The blue eyed man once told you they needed to complete the hunter’s mark in order to find the cure. For that to happen, Jeremy had slaughter a bunch of their kind at once, if they wanted it to take place fast. A vampire massacre had to occur. Then, after Finn died, they figured out it was way easier to murder an Original, since their whole sire line dies within. Killing two birds with one stone.

You took a deep breath and picked up your cell, wishing badly that you were wrong. Your friends knew the extension of your feelings towards Kol and they would not just… Heck, you could not even bring yourself to say it.



Y/N, what happened?

“Tell me what they’ve done to Kol.”


“Tell me!” You yelled. “Please, we’re friends. Be honest with me.”

He’s dead. Jeremy killed him.

“Why? Why did you do this?”

We needed it! I don’t even get it why you’re so upset about this.

“Because I love him. Like you love Damon.”

It’s different! Damon is not like that any more.” 

The warm tears started to roll down your cheeks, ruining the perfect make-up you made. This night were supposed to be the best of your life and now… You fell without making a sound on the white carpet, not wanting to believe that was happening to you. You had lost the one person you truly loved because your friends were selfish. Actually, Elena was the one to blame. She pushed everyone around to find her the cure. Pure Elena can not bear the burden to be a vampire. You felt so angry you could easily kill someone.

“I… I can’t do this. Sorry. I can’t.” You whispered and hung up.

As a way to exteriorise your pain, you let the werewolf inside you out. A loud roar escaped alongside your fangs. Your true nature was reaching the surface and right that second you were ready to seek revenge. However, the hurting was too strong. It was definitely going to tear you apart. You gasped, giving in and punching the floor. Kol kept you sane, without him around… You really did not know what you were going to do.

“Y/N?” A voice called from the doorstep. “What happened?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know, Elijah! They killed him!”

He walked slowly towards you, kneeling and trying to get you to stand up.

“Leave me alone!”

“No. You need someone to be with you now.”

“I need Kol.” You paused, struggling with the sobbing and the lump on your throat. “Why did they had to take him away?”

“We will do right by him, Y/N.” His warm and tender voice replied, stroking your hair. “Don’t worry.”

Elijah softly lifted you from the floor, placing you carefully on his arms, and took you to your bedroom. He had always been a good friend and, if you had not fallen completely in love with his younger brother, you would probably have chosen him as your partner. Now, that was an odd thing to think about. You shook your head and tried to focus on what was happening around you. After the Original placed you in the bed, he turned his back to leave.



“Please stay, Elijah.”

“Do you really want me to?”

“Yes.” You whispered, smoothly. “Well, only if you want to as well.”

He licked his lips and approached the bed, sitting on one of the corners. You sniffed, straightening up, and snatched his hand, trying to comfort him. Since you knew that was not enough, you pulled him into a tight hug. Tears began to pour again, this time you cried against his shirt, while his hand caressed your back. It felt good to be with him, for he understood your pain.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked in a low voice.


“We’ll find a way.”

“There’s no way to bring him back from the dead.” You chuckled, ironic. “But I promise I’ll make them pay.”

Elijah kissed your forehead, glancing at you, his eyes assuring you everything would be okay. He was against violence, but, when necessary, he would not get in anyone’s way, especially when his family was involved. The Mikaelson was never a problem, though, since you had him in the palm of your hand. You were always good at convincing him to do it your way.

“You’re thinking about killing everyone in a slow pace?”

“Yes. It’s my method to not fall apart.”

“You should calm down and get some sleep.” He stated, laying you down.

“I’ll try. But I… I don’t think I can.” Your lower lip trembled and you sobbed. “I need my pretty boy with me.”

“Don’t worry about that now.” His voice was steady. “Get some rest and tomorrow we figure this out.”

“You’re so sweet, Elijah…”

As you laid on his chest, trying to keep your mind focused on the anger you were feeling instead of the pain, flashbacks started to play in the back of your mind. The first time Kol said “I love you”, the first time you made love to him, the first kiss, every single memorable moment. A single tear rolled down your cheek before you went to sleep, while you thought it was not fair that he was taken from you so soon. No, no. You had to find a way to trick death and bring him back. Even if you have to die yourself to archive it.

Kol was your soulmate and you had to be together, no matter what.

Eh, so you hoped. 

the worst part of joining the navy was being fingerprinted

let me explain

so when my family moved back from south dakota (sans my father) we lived in this shitty apartment in ayer MA.  I was 10 years old.  So my mother’s not home, I’m pretty sure we were being babysat by John (who appears in a few other of my stories).  I don’t remember why I did this, but I went into my mom’s room and found the family pictures she kept in this shoebox.  I look through them, pick one of my mother and father and rip it in half, placing each one on a pillow, as if they’re laying in bed together.  

I have literally always been a melodramatic piece of shit.

I guess I accidentally deleted the messages on her answering machine (this was 2001 people, we used them) Mom comes home and asks if anyone was in her room.  I have plausible deniability because john had my back (he didn’t think I went in there, but he also didn’t have eyes on me the whole time, but like, i was 10, it wasn’t exactly like leaving a toddler like my brother alone). She freaks out and calls the cops, they take her statement that she thinks my father broke into our apartment during the day, ripped the pictures and deleted the messages. Now, we get to the fingerprints.  The pictures were taken as evidence, so being a kid, I didn’t realize they’d probably rule me out, considering I lived in the house. but since that day I was petrified my mother would find out it was me.  even my siblings have no idea.  

I had to get fingerprinted to join the military and I thought i was going to pop up in the system for breaking and entering in 2001 at the age of 10


June 7th 1954: Alan Turing dies

On this day in 1954, the British mathematician and scientist Alan Turing died. Turing is considered the father of computer science and artificial intelligence with his invention of the ‘Turing machine’ - a precursor to the modern computer. He was also a crucial part of England’s code breaking team at Bletchley Park during World War Two, developing ways to interpret German messages from the Enigma machine. The work of Turing and his fellow code breakers was a great boost to the Allied war effort, supposedly shortening the war by as many as two to four years. However, in 1952 he was arrested for homosexuality - which was still illegal in Britain - and accepted chemical castration rather than prison. Turing suffered side effects from the treatment and two years later died from cyanide poisoning, supposedly from an apple found by his bed. Whilst some claim it was accidental, an inquest determined Turing had committed suicide due to the persecution he suffered. In 2009, following a popular online petition, Prime Minister Gordon Brown issued a posthumous apology to Alan Turing.

“We’re sorry, you deserved so much better”
- Gordon Brown, 2009

Texas senators making it impossible for their constituents to contact them

I’ve been trying the past couple of days to call my senators (Ted Cruz and John Cornyn) asking them to vote against Betsy DeVos as well as to give my position on other issues, but its been impossible to get through. The response I get is always either a machine telling me that their inbox is full and to call back later to leabe a message, or another machine message saying they arent able to take any messages at the time. Kind of fucked up that they’re refusing to listen to their constituents.

I’ve even seen news articles saying that he’s been disconnecting his offices phone number, making it impossible to leave a message or make an appointment. People trying to visit his Houston office in person were asked to leave and escorted out by police. In his Austin office visitors are being told they would have to call to make an appointment, but their phone line has also been out of service for days.

John Cornyn’s phone number is also no longer in service and no longer taking voicemails.

They claim to represent us but they refuse to even let their us contact them.

anonymous asked:

Are you a Gold Star lesbian? (Just in case you don't know what it means, a Gold Star lesbian is a lesbian that has never had sex with a guy and would never have any intentions of ever doing so)

i dont know if this is ic or ooc so im answering it ooc. or, im not answering this at all, because the idea of a ‘gold star lesbian’ is. an outdated and asinine one. among other reasons, it chiefly makes lesbians who have slept w men look bad. 

anyway every lesbian is a gold star lesbian!!  lesbians r Outstanding human beings and we all deserve something as pretty and shiny as a gold star because we are as pretty and shiny as every gold star in the whole entire sky!!!!! 🌟🌟⭐️✨⭐️💫💫🌟⭐️✨✨✨⭐️🌟🌟💫🌟🌟🌟🌟💫💫✨✨✨✨⭐️🌟🌟💫💫💫🌟🌟🌟🌟⭐️⭐️🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟⭐️⭐️⭐️✨✨✨✨✨✨🌟🌟🌟⭐️⭐️🌟🌟⭐️!!!!