say yes sir!!

Do you vagueblog about me, sir?

I do vagueblog, sir.

Do you vagueblog about me, sir?

(aside) Will I receive a callout if I say aye
(aside) Yes
No, sir, I do not vagueblog at you sir; but I vagueblog, sir.

Harry's Boggart

Imagine if Harry’s boggart wasn’t a dementor. Imagine if Harry’s boggart was Vernon Dursley, raising his fist and threatening to lock Harry in the cupboard for a week with no food. Calling him nasty names, calling his dead parents nasty names and all Harry does is look at his shoes and say “yes sir”. And when everybody starts asking (of course they will, why would the Boy Who Lived fear an overweight Muggle?) he quietly tells them that it’s his Uncle, the man he’s had to live with his whole life. Imagine all those people who thought Harry grew up a rich spoilt prince, only to realise he was in fact abused his entire childhood. Imagine how REMUS would feel, knowing James Potter’s son had to grow up with Lily’s hateful, prejudiced sister. Thinking he can’t give Harry a better life, not on his wages, not with his illness.

The first time Bitty is introduced as Jack’s boyfriend, he’s still a little awkward around Bob.

He avoids calling him Mr. Jack’s Dad though; instead, he can’t seem to stop himself from calling him “sir”.

At one point, Bob asks him to pass him something. Bitty says “yes, sir”.

Bob grins. Alicia cringes. Jack swears under his breath.

“Oh, no, Eric, don’t call me sir… ”

Jack and Alicia are preemptively hiding their faces. Bitty is confused. Bob is gleeful.

“It’s yes siree Bob.”

anonymous asked:

Old guy came through my line with a beer yesterday. I keep trying to ring it and it won't ring. Finally I say, "Sir, did this come out of a 6-pack?" He says yes. "Sir you have to buy the whole pack." "But I only need the one!" Finally my manager comes over and tells him the exact same thing and he leaves. My guy. You can't just take an item from a set like that. That's like taking a single soda out of a box and trying to buy just the one. It just doesn't work like that.

Who the fuck even buys just the one can? If you’re buying beer I would assume you’d want to get at least a little buzzed, which with the low alcohol content in beer is going to take the whole damn 6 pack. -Abby

I, a black male in my 20s, just got pulled over by a police officer with a loaded gun in my car and nothing bad happened.

Roll down all of your windows and leave your hands in a visible place.

Notify them you are carrying in a subtle manner such as handing them your CCW Permit instead of saying, “I have a gun.”

Show respect to the officer

Say yes sir/mam & no sir/mam.

Don’t argue with the officer.

Take your warning or citation and go about your life.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Summary: ‘my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter son wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard
Genre: AU, Fluff
Word Count: 1,458
Beta: @miememegan aka the best person ever ily

A/N: we’ve been on a roll with fics (how have you guys not gotten sick of me yet lol)

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This scene right here. It’s underrated. It shows what position these two are both in. In this job. In this time period. The both have an impairment. They are seen as the bottom of the food chain in the office, in the SSR. Daniel with his disability and Peggy with her gender. This scene shows that they both understand what it’s like for the other. They are taken for granted and all they can do is say “yes, sir, right away, I’ll do that.” And that’s how it is. They can relate to each other and that’s what I love about their relationship. What Hayley Atwell said in this article – “I think what makes it work is that she saw something in him that’s the same quality she found attractive in Skinny Steve (Chris Evans), which was a man with great morals dealing with very real physical hardships. In the workplace, her gender is considered a disability. Sousa has a disability from the war, and therefore has to deal with that limitation. Because he deals with it with such dignity in the way that Skinny Steve did, that’s what attracts her to people. I think it’s inevitable that they end up together. He’s not intimidated by her. He respects her and admires her, and supports how brilliant she is and how good she is at her job, and is not threatened by that. I think that’s a bloody hard thing for men in the 1940s to not be intimidated by. He’s pretty special in that regard.”

  • parents: You're 25, you need to move out
  • me: Yes. But I currently make about $500 a month, and about $450 of it goes out as bills
  • parents: Get another job
  • me: I have five years' retail experience and am getting TURNED DOWN for the most basic retail positions. I got turned down as a bagger at a grocery store.
  • me: Okay but there's only so many times you can apply for a position. Like, once. One time.
  • parents: don't shut down like this we're talking to you
  • me: This is literally nothing else I can say other than "yes sir" and "yes ma'am", so that's what I'm saying.

So my sister and I agreed that Obi-Wan would make an awesome president. Called to serve, he would be fair-minded, compassionate, intelligent, and impossible to intimidate. 

Qui-Gon would be a good VP but my sister and I came to the conclusion that Vice President wouldn’t be Qui-Gon’s chosen job. No, Qui-Gon would actually really love being the First Spouse. Think about it, he could passionately support social issues, tour the nation fighting illiteracy and AIDS, help out LGBTQIA youth and the poor, etc. But he would also be able to do all the traditional stuff of you know, redecorating the White House, showing up at political events at his husband’s side, and dealing with critical, obnoxious reporters — all with a new, I-don’t-give-a-fuck abandon and sense of fun. He’d encourage nationwide fitness through some archaic, oddball and slightly dangerous sport. He wouldn’t just write a book about his pet, he’d have an animal rights blog with pictures of all of his kittens AND updated info about animals needing rescue/adoption. He’d go to White House dinners wearing a trim, elegant blazer with a Save the Whales T-shirt. He’d go on a hunger strike for starving children around the world, and he would use his gift of sass to basically reduce his husband’s critics to jokes. Hey, you can’t impeach the First Spouse. 

Also, this man would totally have the time of his life with the White House Easter Egg Roll.     

Me when I first started this job: Says yes sir at everything the manager says, is timid, quiet, and obedient
Me now: *throws a shoe at the head manager* the fuck do you want for Christmas!

I was raised to show respect. I was taught to knock before I open a door. Say hello when I enter a room. Say please and thank you, and to have respect for my elders. I’d let another person have my seat if they need it. Say ‘yes sir’ and ‘no sir’, and help others when they need me to, not stand on the sidelines and watch. Hold the door for the person behind me, say ‘excuse me’ when it’s needed and to love people for who they are and not for what I can get from them and most importantly, I was also raised to treat people exactly how I would like to be treated by others. It’s called respect.
—  Keanu Reeves

He walks into the house from a long week, he looks so worn down it breaks your heart. Which is why you’d asked Jessica to take Jack for the night. He was going to need a night, just a night, to not have to pretend to be okay.
“Hey handsome.” You murmur pressing your lips to his. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too baby.” He mumbles as you kiss his jaw. He makes that content noise that drives you crazy so you continue your assault on his jaw. Your hand travel to his belt when he catches your wrists in his hand. “You missed me that much huh?” He growls making your heart pound in your chest.
“You know what you’re supposed to say.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl.” He smirks down at you, his eyes dark with lust. He drags your lips to his and you let out a small whimper as his mouth dances across yours. He catches your bottom lip with his teeth, God you love when he does that. He’s let go of your wrists and you get to work on undoing his belt. “You first.” He growls.
“Yes Sir.” You peel your dress off and Aaron hums in appreciation at your matching bra and underwear. His hands slide across your skin, warming it with his touch.
“Go sit on our bed.” He whispers then when you turn away he spanks you causing a groan to pass your lips. You climb onto the bed and face away from the door, exactly how you know he wants you. You hear him come into the room and hum as his hand slides up your spine. He comes around to the front of the bed and peels off his suit jacket. Then slowly undoes his tie while he watches you. You hate when he teases you like this. He slides his tie off then takes the smooth material and wraps it around your wrists.
“Comfortable?” He asks from behind you.
“Yes sir.” He kisses the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.
“God you’re so beautiful.” He groans as his hands tease your body into readiness. His lips graze across your skin. Then he comes around to your front, you’re dying to touch him, to feel his skin against yours but he’s still completely dressed.
He undoes his pants and you take him into your mouth. He bucks against you groaning softly, you love that you can elicit that response in him. He flips you suddenly pinning you to the bed and covering your body with his. He enters you and you moan against his mouth.
“Fuck.” You hiss as he starts to move.
“Baby.” He growls. He reaches around behind you and pulls your hands free, you scrape your fingernails across his back. He bites your neck softly.
“Aaron.” You whimper as you ride the wave. He pumps into you a few more times and then is lost in his own pleasure.
“I love you.” He mutters into your shoulder so quietly you almost don’t hear him. “How do you always know exactly what I need from you?”
“Lucky guess?” You hum and he laughs softly. “I love you Aaron.” He pulls your body tightly to his and you hum into his neck. “I’m glad you’re home.”
“Me too.” He kisses you softly and you sigh contently. “So, dinner?” He asks and you laugh.
“Yes please.” You laugh and he pulls his pants on, tosses you a tshirt and after shrugging it on you put your underwear back on then follow him to the kitchen. You really hit the jackpot with him.

“Emotional labor” doesn’t mean what tumblr thinks it means. 

Although the way it is used here is something that most definitely deserves exploring within feminism, I think it’s a real shame that a term invented to describe the ways that (mostly working class) people are expected to simulate emotions in order to commercialize and sell the experience of being cared for to middle and upper class people has been, well, just sort of taken away and turned into something else.

Emotional labor is about the way the cashier is supposed to greet you with a genuine “how are you?” while working for $6.50 an hour.

It’s about the way a janitor is supposed to have a smile on her face while her boss berates her for taking too long to clean a bathroom, lest she offend her boss with her “attitude.”

It’s about the way a fast food worker has to remain polite and say “yes sir, no sir,” while being publicly degraded by a customer.

It’s about the way that people who perform LABOR have to MANAGE or SIMULATE MANAGING their emotions to fit within the demands of a capitalist society that has made it mandatory to smile about our exploitation.

Don’t take away one of the few terms poverty class/working class people have to talk about our experiences.