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So at least on my dash, nobody ever drags the xxTPs, so I'mma do it really fast bc y'all really piss me off from time to time.

Like would it kill you to NOT critique rules from time to time trying to find all the damn loopholes? Like pls can u not. LIKE SURPRISINGLY JUST BC SOMETHING DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO YOU DOESN’T MEAN IT’S NOT SENSIBLE IN THE LONG RUN?? Like is it so hard to realize that if you take into account EVERY SINGLE tiny ass thing you guys pick out, nothing would ever get done???

Rules, laws, procedures, etc, they’re there to make things easier. And like?? Honestly fuck you, ExTPs? Stop blatantly doing the loophole thing that the rules don’t cover just because you can. Y'all are so damn full of acting like a dick while not coming up with PROPER SOLUTIONS. And you, IxTPs? Just stop. You may not outwardly defy the untold laws, but you still don’t come up with solutions like the shut in you are.

Keep to your own crap and leave laws alone.

“You get used to wearing the suit and cape. It becomes you, or rather, you become the suit. You put it on and then you’re a hero. Even though you’re still a hero even if you’re not wearing it. Doesn’t really matter what you’re doing.

It helps that it’s comfortable, you know? It fits really well and it’s easy to clean too. I used to be bothered by the stares but these days I don’t even register them. Weirdly enough, people stare more when the suit is clean than if it’s dirty. If the suit is dirty it means you’ve done something to warrant you wearing it. Not that it matters a whole lot to me, but it’s why I didn’t bother with umbrellas for a while.

It took me a while to realise why people were less likely to stare when the suit was dirty. Usually it’s something to do with fear or respect. But I don’t think that was the case for me.

Hey Genos…I don’t think I ever told you but… I’m glad you’re here.”

(Thanks @onepunchstuff for letting me ruin your drawing with my shitty colouring)

fairlyflutters  asked:

I used to be a manager at a popular hyphenated craft store and one week every night someone dumped about $80 worth of glitter on the floor. How did we not catch this if it was happening every night??? That's what happens when you schedule two cashiers (one for both registers), two cutting counter people, and expect the manager to cover all their breaks. What a mess.

Please Wait Until the Cashier Counts Your Money!

One of my biggest pet peeves working on the register is when people give me their money and leave before I even start to count it. Like, the other night I had this woman give me $12 dollars for her $11.(something cents) stuff and told me to keep the change as she walked out the door. I counted the money and she had given me an extra dollar by mistake. There was nothing I could do but put it in my till, because she was getting into her car and pulling away when I turned around and tried looking for her through the store windows.

People, please wait for the cashier to count your money before leaving! You may have counted it, but you’re human, human make mistakes. Wouldn’t believe how many people gave me change for their $1 and less item and leave, only to be five cents or something short or extra, but this was the first time someone did this and was a dollar over.

anonymous asked:

Ok just like...bless ya for the wallflower fic. I love gamkar and that bodypositivity was just was i needed so much. Its so rare its actually the first kind of that thematics i ever got to read like this. Thank ya, i love you gosh you made me feel so good just now just aaaah thank you for existing! (I read your others aswell by the way soo gooood write more???)

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THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG. You have no clue how much that means to me; that is … that’s ? The biggest compliment ? EVER ? LIKE. If it just made ONE PERSON in this world feel better it was so worth the motherfuckin’ effort. Holy shit. I’m. GOD. THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ;^; ~~ aaaand don’t worryyyyy i will .. i guess i’ve started a thing it’s … gonna be long and multichaptered andddddd… we’ll seeee man <3 BLESS YOU -sm0000rch- <3<3<3<3

Originally posted by selftitledriot

I Want Crazy

Originally posted by constiellation

Summary: you’re surprised when someone familiar sits next to you on your plane ride home, and even more surprised when he talks to you

Song Inspiration: I Want Crazy, Hunter Hayes

Pairing: Jensen x Reader  (sort of)

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: language, mild embarrassment, other than that none

A/N: so I’ve never written Jensen before, and I’m kind of nervous about it… let me know what you guys think. Also, sorry for the Massachusetts crap, but I don’t know anywhere else well enough.

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foroursweetblasphemy  asked:

Seb realizing that Ciel is in love with you, and the teasing that follows, only to help set you guys up... cause he does have a heart, even if it is black!

Originally posted by studioimagin

Sebastian was often stood behind Ciel, observing what was going on without ever being an active part of it. He often faded into the background, people registering that he was there but not really interacting with him. He was a butler, only to be spoken to when there was an order or when Ciel was in need of company.

At least, that’s how it was supposed to be.

In truth, he was a large part of the inner workings of the Phantomhive Estate. Indeed, where Ciel was, Sebastian wasn’t far behind. He saw everything. Nothing that went on in the shadows of the Phantomhive manor was unknown to Sebastian.

He saw the longing glances that Ciel gave you as you left the room, his eyes following you until you rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. He saw the small smiles, barely a quirk of the lips when Ciel’s eyes fell upon you. He heard the muted wistful sighs when you spoke of the romance you’d read in your books or heard about on the dirty streets of Victorian London. He saw the light dusting of a blush on Ciel’s cheeks when you smiled at him, unaware of his blatant affections for you.

While Ciel’s soul was his, and only his, Ciel’s heart belonged to another.

You.

A part of Sebastian toyed with the idea of letting this continue until you grew older and eventually married another, toyed with the idea of killing you before you ever realised how Ciel thought of you. This would only further blacken and taint Ciel’s soul, making it all the more fun and ripe for the eventual taking.

Alas, black though it was, Sebastian had a heart, though it never beat, and so he resolved to do something about this issue before it became an even bigger problem and started to effect how Ciel carried out his own orders as the Queen’s Watchdog. 

After much observation and careful planning, all the while feeling slightly annoyed by Ciel’s lack of action towards you, Sebastian decided to set the two of you up. 

If neither of you were going to make a move on the chess board, then Sebastian would just have to do it for you.

He was unsure of whether you returned Ciel’s feelings, but he knew that, in time, that fond smile you always had for him would turn from affection into love. Only the hands of time could change that, and he knew that he’d just have to be patient and give the two of you a little nudge.

But how to do it?

He would have to be careful here. If he made too obvious a move, Ciel would catch on and understand what was happening. Ciel would either pretend he hadn’t noticed and allow Sebastian to set him up with you, or he would put an abrupt stop to it, claiming all romantic entanglements to be pointless as it would only get in the way of achieving his goals.

If he did nothing, however, then nothing would change. Instead, the situation would worsen, until Ciel was so distracted by you that he’d make a false move and leave Sebastian to clean up his mess. Again.

Decision made, Sebastian got to planning a delightful three course meal for you and Ciel. Humans found comfort in food, did they not? 

Some time later and no expense spared, Sebastian had prepared all three courses and plated them beautifully, outdoing himself as always. The table was set and the candles were lit, the overhead lights dimmed to add to the romantic atmosphere. He’d even gone so far as to cut a few roses from his section of the garden, scattering the petals in a seemingly random manner - in fact, all the petals were strategically placed to cover one slight stain or another, which he hadn’t the time to remove yet. 

You had been invited to dinner with the instruction to dress formally, while Ciel was in his usual attire, though of course there was not a hair out of place or a single speck of dirt anywhere on his clothing. 

Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian had slipped a note to Ciel, stuck to the underside of his plate. Somehow, very discreetly, Ciel had freed the note and had read it under the table, barely glancing at it but understanding the message. The only sign of acknowledgement that Sebastian received of Ciel’s understanding was a side glance, his eyes narrowed and his cheeks slightly red. Ah, so he didn’t appreciate Sebastian’s efforts to set him up with you. Duly noted. 

The note had contained but two words, reading Tell them. It was the best Sebastian could do given the circumstances, and as usual, he’d performed beautifully. 

When the evening meal was finally over and Sebastian was left to collect each dish and take them to the kitchens to be washed and put away, Ciel took you for a walk through the expansive, wonderfully-kept gardens. It didn’t look as though his plan had worked, which annoyed Sebastian greatly, but then he spotted something.

Ciel was stood before you, the moonlight serving to light your path down the gardens - not that there were any trip hazards, of course, Sebastian had been very careful of that - and your hands were brushing against each other’s as you stood talking.

A smile was on your face, making you all the more stunning, and Sebastian spotted a slight curve to Ciel’s own lips. And when Ciel leaned in towards you, far closer than was considered appropriate, Sebastian politely looked up, up towards the moon, who was watching over his contracter and the object of his obvious affections.

I have acted befittingly, Young Master.

I work at JK Penny and have been since November. It’s in the mall near my house and near the other clothing store that I hated working for. I was hired as a cashier but haven’t even touched a cash register yet, let alone been trained on the system. So I have been assigned to clean dressing rooms and zoning different parts of the downstairs of the store. Today there was an issue with not having enough people on registers and assistance was being called every five minutes. People were coming up to me while I was moving around very heavy, very, LONG prom dresses (I am very short and those dresses don’t even belong in my section) and asking me to price check them or ring them out (neither I can do). One lady got very pissy at me, talking about how another worker was able to do it and walked away in a huff. Another man yelled “Hey Lady!” at me from an aisle away to get my attention. When I didn’t respond to him he got angry and asked what “my problem was?” I told him that I do not respond to that. He frustratedly asked me what I would prefer and when I said “Miss” he and the people with he marched away. At first I was scared for my job and then I remembered that I never got a name tag to wear, only a company t-shirt. Good luck complaining when you don’t know my name!

There is no ethical reason to terminate a pregnancy based on the chance that the child will be disabled None

Holy living fuck I can’t believe there’s actually controversy over this. How does this not register in these people’s mind?

Do you know how many people outlive doctors expectations?

Do you realize that even if it wasn’t the staggering amount that it is, nothing would change about this?

If you don’t think you can’t handle a disabled child then there is nothing wrong whith giving it to someone who can. The child might spend the rest of their lives in an orphanage or they might not. 

But killing someone because their disability is an inconvenience to healthy neuro-typical people is the most ableist and eugenicidal thing possible. 

The girl on register-

Ring, ring, ringing!
Cash registers opening and closing
People leaving, people coming.
Everything passes by becoming a blur
Of a day.

Except for the girl on register 7
The girl on register 7 has hair that absorbs the sunshine,
being kissed by the sun her face is radiant
Shes a star.


The girl on register 7
Makes me forget to print a gift receipt
Makes me forget the change
Makes me forget to scan an item or ten
Makes me forget the rude costumers
And overall makes my day bearable

And so the days, the hrs, the people, the money, the children who cry, come and go.

But sometimes shes on register one.
And i only see her back towards me
And its cloudy outside and the rain looks promising
And the people seem to linger longer than usual
And costumers get angry
And I wish i could quit my job
I do not see a ray of sunshine

The saddest part of the day is when she has to leave,
She collects her things,
If im lucky she turns to smile goodbye
And so she flickers her light off
As I see her leaving through those sliding doors
And now the costumer line is down for miles
My hands aren’t as agile
And my 8hr shift just started 5 min ago.

—  J F. P.
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I feel like when discussing this album, a lot has been made of its relationship to drugs, and my own personal relationship with drugs. I’ve talked about it in the press as openly as I can because it is so important for me that this album register to people as being as true and as honest and as rooted in reality as possible.

But I never wanted this record to be mired too deep in darkness either. My life wasn’t all drugs and addiction, rehab/relapse, and sickness. I also met and fell in love with someone.

On “Dopamine”, i say about Sky “you’re the sun and I was your cloud”, which is literally how I felt so many times we were together, and her name kinda made the metaphor feel doubly appropriate. I guess I also kinda carried it over to “Under the Sun” which deep down is just a love song, meant to be moment of levity amongst the heaviness of a lot of the rest of the record. No matter where you are, no matter what happens, I’m here. I don’t think I would have made it out if it weren’t for love. Not really sure what else to say.

The Signs as Terrible People
  • Aries: People who kick the back of plane seats and/or movie theatre seats
  • Gemini: People who pour the milk before the cereal
  • Taurus: People who recline their plane seats all the way back in coach
  • Cancer: People who borrow your stuff and then "lend" it to other people
  • Leo: People who say "There are people for that"
  • Virgo: People who don't get off the phone while at the register
  • Libra: People who defend the mullet as a hairstyle. "Business in the front, Party in the back"
  • Scorpio: People who say "My taxes pay for your salary!"
  • Sagittarius: People who take what your offering, when you offer them the last piece of something, instead of saying "no, go ahead."
  • Capricorn: People who remind the teacher that they forgot to assign/collect homework.
  • Aquarius: People who pull apart every chocolate in a box of chocolate in order to see what the filling is
  • Pisces: People who say they aren't hungry but then just want a FEW OF YOUR FRIES

anonymous asked:

hey how does it feel to be someone that a lot of people pay attention to on the internet? like u get a lot of creeps i bet but also do u feel pressure or does it make up excited ?? i dunno i'm just curious!!

Um idk it’s weird to think about cause I don’t really consider that a lot of people pay attention to my blog and social life and so I don’t really register it?? most people are really nice and send me nice messages so I’m appreciative of that but it’s def true that yeah I do have some creeps out there following me, and there are cases where people catfish as me and that’s bloody annoying…but in total I don’t really think about it oddly enough! because of how gradual my follower build was I didn’t really come as a shock, and I guess with some people following me I will/was recognized at my work a lot which was so wild?!! that’s the just of it all??

Nate couldn’t remember the last time he’d talked to so many doctors. His head was swimming with all the things they kept telling him; and through it all, Jasey hadn’t shown any signs of improvement. The list of things he had to do ran down in his head: stay with Jasey, don’t lose job, feed the kids, take them to school, and try to figure how to pay for insurance. Amidst all of this were the feelings still surging through him, guilt and anger. He could barely even register what people were saying to him.

“What? Sorry I didn’t catch that last part.”