the life house

Saw a house with an actual, honest-to-God #BlueLivesMatter flag flying on it today. Looked like this:

Look at this fucking thing. It looks like the flag of the mirrorverse United States where Obama has a goatee and people constantly complain that he isn’t murdering enough people with drones. It is a giant flashing red sign saying “Hi my name is FASCIST PIG.” Who looks at something like this, with such a blatantly menacing, dystopian, quasi-fascist aesthetic, and thinks “Yes, I will purchase one of these to fly in front of my house to show my support for our boys in blue.” How do you have so little self-awareness? How?

An important thing to keep in mind about House is that he cares more about doing good than being good. He doesn’t have any patience for people whose personal moral hangups keep them from doing what’s necessary. That’s part of why he prefers working with machines.

And he truly does consider what he’s done, what he plans to do, to be morally right. If the Courier opens his life support chamber, House says, “Why have you… done this?… centuries of preparation… so much good, undone…” He calls upgrading the Securitrons at the Fort the “right thing.” And in his canon ending, he’s “[proud] of his choice in lieutenants” only if the Courier is “fair and kind-hearted.”

He isn’t without morality; it’s just that his own moral system values results much, much more than methods.

His pragmatism and isolation often lead him to forget that there are real people and real suffering behind the numbers— even if, objectively, it’s the best course of action. Which is why he needs someone who cares about individual people, who cares about being good, to remind him of that.

Whiskey and You

Pairing(s): Dean x Reader, just Dean

Word Count: 757

Warning(s): angst, cursing

Based off the song Whiskey and You by Chris Stapleton

Tagging: @insane-hamilton-imagines

There’s a bottle on the dresser by your ring

And it’s empty so right now I don’t feel a thing

And I’ll be hurting when I wake up on the floor

But I’ll be over it by noon

I don’t know how it got this point in my life. Living off whiskey and the little food I could find in this shit hole of a house.

Life was so much simpler with you around. I could come home from a hunt with dinner on the table and the smell of apple pie lingering around. You were what kept me sane, but I royally screwed everything up.

I remember like it was yesterday…

I was coming home from a stressful hunt. Some things for out of handed and I needed a reliever. I knew I couldn’t go to you for one, considering you didn’t know what my actual job was and I didn’t want to explain myself. So, I did what I did for the last couple weeks and found some relief from someone else.

As I shut off Baby and made my way into the house, I could feel that something was off. I could quite put finger on it yet, but something wasn’t right.

“(Y/N), sweetheart, I’m home.” I hollered throughout our home expecting you to answer back, but got nothing in return.

Immediately, worry shook through my body. I thought my worst fear had come true and that I would find you dead from god knows what.

Grabbing the nearest weapon, I began to walk around the house, searching every room for you. You were no where to be found and I was getting more worried.

I started to make my way up the steps and that’s when I heard your quiet sobs. Instead of walking up the steps, I sprinted, thinking the worst.

There you were sat on the bed, tears streaming from you (Y/E/C) eyes.

“Dean, call me for a good time.” Was all you said before making eye contact with me. You crumbled up the small piece of paper that you had read from and threw it at me.

“How long Dean? Huh? How long has this been going on?” By the time you were finished talking, your fist was colliding against my chest.

“Please, let me explain.” I grabbed onto your wrist trying to stop you, but you weren’t having it. You were hurt and you wanted me to feel the pain you were feeling.

Your knees buckled as your sobs got louder and you collapsed against my feet. I crouched down beside you and pulled you against my chest, starting to cry myself.

“If you just let me explain, (Y/N). Maybe you can understand.” I was trying to plead. Trying to get you to understand where I was coming from.

You pushed me away. “Let you explain? Explain exactly what Dean? That you’ve been cheating on me?!”

Hearing it come from your mouth of what I’ve been doing to you, finally broke me. I started yelling between cries, choking on my own words. You were yelling back at me, trying to shut me up because you were right.. I was pathetic.

Once the yelling died down, I felt you grab my hand and place something in it.

“I hope one day, you find someone you won’t cheat on, Dean.” And with that being said, you left. You didn’t even pack your things, you just left.

I heard your car start and drive down the road and that’s when I looked down in my hand. You had placed the promise ring I gave you this last year.

That’s the difference between whiskey and you

Come tomorrow, I can walk in any store

It ain’t a problem, they’ll always sell me more

But your forgiveness

Well, that’s something I can’t buy

Months had passed since that night and I kept thinking to myself that I need to grow some damn balls and go ask for forgiveness, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. You were probably happy now.

You had probably found another guy. Someone who had a normal job and didn’t think about cheating on you. I wish I was that guy for you. I was I was a completely different person than what I was. When you needed a strong man, I gave you a pathetic piece of shit.

The two things I loved the most, whiskey and you, had so much in common. The only difference between them was that whiskey stayed and you left me.

Originally posted by won-der-land89

~when sherlock was little he liked to play in the graveyard because of all the funny headstones~ so are you telling me that at some point in that house’s life, the holmes family decided it would be great to put in a fake graveyard?? like… for aesthetic?? to prove how goth they were?? what is the point of a fake cemetery with even faker tombstones??

This is like the 6th time this has happened in 3 months!

This is a story called I NEED TO BUY A FUCKING STRAINER! 

Me taking my pot of noodles to the sink to drain it: Imma just drain these

House mate: I need to call my mum but I want to see this first, don’t drop it in the sink now

Me, smug as all fuck, holding the lid and tipping the pot upside down so the water drains through the hole: Not this time, I have a technique!

Satan: Nah bitch, that ain’t happening! Dance for me jester!

Lid: *opens a little to let ALL THE FUCKING NOODLES out*

Housemate: *Falls to the floor and laughs until shes crying*

Me: *faceplants the floor* In answer to the question how done am i… the answer is PRETTY FUCKING DONE! 

January 13th - 16th

Friday the 13th was spent basically as how my dog Bella looks in that picture. It was a half day at work, so I got off at 1 and basically was lazy the rest of the day. I cuddled and played overwatch, read, cleaned a bit, and played pokemon (I still haven’t finished the story of Pokemon Moon which is really surprising for me… definitely not my favorite of all the games.)

Saturday wasn’t much different, honestly, minus the work. I like uneventful days though, so whatevs. It was a good day :]

Sunday we went grocery shopping, but I forgot some stuff so I went out again today. I had today off, so I went to Target! Dangerous… But I did have to return one of the work pants I got the other day because they were too big, so I did that as well. 

There was this giant wall of chargers stuff which was, as it shows, on clearance and 70% off. I thought that was funny, considering the Chargers drama lately with them leaving San Diego and going to the nemesis (LA). I honestly have no idea if it was like that before it was announced that they would be leaving, but I thought it was funny regardless. 

Oh, I also finished Throne of Glass on… Thursday, I believe? I need to go buy the rest of the books now… But that’ll be probably another few weeks before I do that, so I started my next book with a series that I’m behind on. I use to read the House of Night series all the time so it’s nice to be catching up finally. 

I started “Awakened” on Friday and finished it earlier today, so I’ll start the next book sometime tonight. Honestly these books are like a guilty pleasure of mine because they really aren’t that great but I always fly through reading them. I do like the story. Plus they just have a place in my heart since I use to read them in high school, I’m a little attached to the characters haha

Aren’t these covers so freakin cheesy? It makes it look like I’m reading some erotica or something hahaha Nonetheless, I love them. This one is the 9th book in the series, and I think I have 3 more to read. Not sure if the authors are planning any more after that? I’ll have to look into it. 

Anyway, I’m off to start my next corny vampire book! Hope you’re all having a good week so far. <3

lastbluerose  asked:

How do you change your address for things such as mail, driver's license, and your bank account?

First, start with the US Postal Service Change of Address form, which will verify your identity and forward all of your mail for 1 year (but only 60 days for magazine subscriptions) for the low price of $1. However, it should be noted that if you have any aliases, you will need to fill out the form twice.

Next, make a list of all of the important places that have your address on file. These might include:

  • The IRS
  • Bank
  • Your employer
  • Insurance Company
  • Credit cards
  • Student loans
  • Other loans
  • Online stores you use regularly
  • Subscription services (Dollar Shave Club, Graze, etc.)
  • Doctor’s office

You will need to contact each of these individually, which is tiresome, but necessary. Having a list makes it easier and you should definitely keep that list on-hand so you’re prepared next time. Most businesses and government organizations will allow you to change your address easily through their website, though some will require you to submit your request in writing (my insurance company did this).

Changing your driver’s license depends on your state, but visit your state’s Secretary of State’s website to find out the procedure. Some states allow you to change your address online, but this will not give you an updated ID. This means that anyone (like police) who look up your ID can find your new address easily, but you can’t use your old ID to, say, get in for free at your new town’s local pool. To get a new physical ID, you’ll need to visit the DMV, but if you chose this route, don’t delay! Some states require you to make your visit in the first 14 days or less!

Once you’ve changed all of those, you need to update your billing address anywhere you have your credit card (or PayPal) information stored. I recommend keeping a list of all of these sites as well to make things easier not only when you move, but when the credit card company sends you a new card.

After you’ve made all those changes and have moved, keep an eye on your mail. Notice any yellow stickers on something you’ve received? These have been forwarded by USPS from your old address and have not been contacted yet.

that strict/abusive parent feel when trying to be honest and upfront with your parents instead of lying and sneaking around only makes your life harder, so you finally accept the fact you gonna have to keep lying if you wanna live your life and leave the house for once 🙃🙃

There is no place like home! I always feel really good when I go home, especially to my gram’s house. I know everything in her house—I can literally visualize every picture frame on every wall. It’s where I spent a lot of my childhood. In my gram’s kitchen, she taught me to bake and [we] would always spend the weekends there. She is one of the most influential women in my life, so her house is definitely my happy place!
—  Karlie on the place that always makes her feel good (via The Coveteur)
I’m sorry I’ve been so uninteresting lately...

With the test 3 and a half weeks away it’s become my main focus other than work and what little of my social life still exists. And now with it looking like I’m buying a house, my life just got more hectic with paperwork, inspections, emails back and forth with the attorney, and getting my own place ready to sell.

Hopefully I can get back to writing during tax season. It will be what I use to deal with the ass load of work I’ll have. So I promise I’ll get back to it. I just don’t know exactly when that’s going to be.

bolkonskaia replied to your post: CONCEPTS FOR A DEAF WEST PRODUCTION OF THE GREAT…

“prince bolkonsky does not sign to marya, but expects her to understand anyway” YODELS LOUDLY !!!!!

no but honestly deaf west great comet is my Dream i love the concept so much

CAN YOU IMAGINE like the private and intimate life of the house would be !!!! even more intense tbh and natasha & the bolkonskys and marya and natasha signing different ways like??? i remember the dwsa cast talking abt how they changed the sign language to fit that of the canon timeline and i’m imagining marya speaking kind of in an “older” version like the canon timeline and natasha signing in a more modern way, symbolizing how natasha is into society and marya isn’t????? if that makes s ENSE

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 1

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2976

A/n: I’m finally uploading my new series. This has been in my drafts for almost a year and I’m finally ready to show it to everyone. Any kind of reviews (even just a word) is welcome as always <3


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Originally posted by kairamelo

When the alarm wakes you up you don’t even need to open your eyes to know that it’s still dark outside. But you have to get up right away. Even if it’s cold and the bed seems more inviting that ever. Your bedroom is illuminated only by streetlight, until you finally reach for flip the switch on the wall.

The sudden brightness blinds you temporarily and you keep rubbing your eyes, while searching for something warm to wear. You’ve been extremely cold lately. And you know it has nothing to do with the fall rolling over. Neither can you warm yourself with a sweatshirt or hot tea, which you still choose to drink seated by your kitchen island.

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so i got tagged in one of them there about memes by @stealthgirl. i’m supposed to tag people i wanna get to know better so ummmmmmmm…………… @breastforce @koobaxion @chablabla @masongrey @ryangoslingofficial and @considerrewordingthis

How old are you?

22, golden birthday comin up in june

Current Job:

Convenience Store employee and freelance writer. Dream job is to be a successful author and screenplay writer and/or to be a filmmaker

What are you talented at?

Writing, comedy, critical analysis, eating my weight in Reese’s products, being gay

What is a big goal you’re working towards?

Getting my college degree and getting my first wide release video game writing credit

What is your aesthetic?

What is a topic you are always up for discussing?
OCs, games/movies (especially fallout, half life and max payne), house of leaves, transhumanism

What is a pet peeve of yours?
People who act super rude and entitled to retail workers

Good advice to give?
When you find something you really love, throw yourself into it with everything you have. Passion is a rare and valuable thing.

Recommend 3 songs?
Black and Gold by Sam Sparro

Nineteen by Tegan and Sara

Your Type by Carly Rae Jepsen

Gender and Sexual orientation: lesbean
Star Sign: Cancer
Height: 5′9″
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Favorite color: green
Favorite animal: Goffin Cockatoo
Average hours of sleep: 7-8
Favorite fictional character: Nomi Marks 
Number of blankets I sleep with: 3
Favorite Singer/band: Mindless Self Indulgence, Tegan and Sara
Dream trip: Jerusalem
When this blog was created: 2012
Current number of followers: about 1650 
What made you decide to make a tumblr: The Horse Show before it got ruined the worst forever