Q
"Hey," he nudges her again. "You're gonna have ink stains on your face." [did we drop the prison rp? or are we still on for that?]
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gearhoofhumpseverypony:

icomeheretorp:

gearhoofhumpseverypony:

icomeheretorp:

icomeheretorp:

"Just… five…" She went back to snoring. ((We can continue if you want.))

"Bethie?" She grins. “That’s a new one." She sets the guitar down. "Well let’s go. I’m not getting any younger."

He grabs her hand and they start to walk home. “not too bad for a birthday…” he laughs a little.

"Well I would hope not." She smiles.

"Yeah… hey… n-nevermind…" They get to her doorstep. "Ah. H-here we are, then."

"You want to stay the night here or something? You’ve been drinking a lot and I’d hate for you to wake up in a ditch some where…"


Ah crap. No, I can’t talk on Skype. Sorry. My tablet won’t let me download it.


Sometimes I get scared that when I die, my tumblr account will stay open and no one will know what happened to me. All of my followers will think I just abandoned my account.


live-as-a-teen:

dogepom:

patickstump:

if you shame girls about their breast size i will push you into traffic

"Who’s flat now?"

whos flat now

(via tobyfanbuscus)



bigeyesandstarrynights:

that was the best thing I have read in about 10 years.

(via deadwinterspirit)


i-learned-it-from-the-pizzaman:

So my teacher told us that two blue eyed people can’t have a brown eyed kid and this kid in my class said “but both my parents have blue eyes and I have brown eyes”.  The teacher said “so you’re adopted”.  THe next day the kid came in and told us that he confronted his parents about it and that they said he was adopted but wanted to wait for the right time to tell him.  

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kinkyturtle:

jcoleknowsbest:

So my facebook friend just posted this pic with this text….


Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!” 





The police officers then led the young woman away and began talking with her privately in low tones. When the paramedics FINALLY got there I was surprised at the hostility they showed towards the young man. One blonde female EMT (shown in the photo) suggested that he couldn’t be THAT hurt if he was able to walk from the place where he was struck to the sidewalk where he finally collapsed. White bystanders commented several times about “What that poor girl must be going through.” I was the only one who commented on what the young man must be going through, what, with his mangled leg and all. I am absolutely positive that in the end “that poor girl” will be absolved of all wrongdoing and be able to go on her merry way. After all, she just ran a red light and slammed her car into the body of some black kid on a bike, right?And people wonder why black people are so angry and want to break shit.
















friendly reminder that studies have shown that white people do not empathize with Black people and we (including medical personel) also think Black people feel less pain

kinkyturtle:

jcoleknowsbest:

So my facebook friend just posted this pic with this text….

Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!” 

The police officers then led the young woman away and began talking with her privately in low tones. When the paramedics FINALLY got there I was surprised at the hostility they showed towards the young man. One blonde female EMT (shown in the photo) suggested that he couldn’t be THAT hurt if he was able to walk from the place where he was struck to the sidewalk where he finally collapsed. White bystanders commented several times about “What that poor girl must be going through.” I was the only one who commented on what the young man must be going through, what, with his mangled leg and all. I am absolutely positive that in the end “that poor girl” will be absolved of all wrongdoing and be able to go on her merry way. After all, she just ran a red light and slammed her car into the body of some black kid on a bike, right?

And people wonder why black people are so angry and want to break shit.

friendly reminder that studies have shown that white people do not empathize with Black people and we (including medical personel) also think Black people feel less pain

(via japhers)


Q
"Hey," he nudges her again. "You're gonna have ink stains on your face." [did we drop the prison rp? or are we still on for that?]
A

gearhoofhumpseverypony:

icomeheretorp:

gearhoofhumpseverypony:

icomeheretorp:

icomeheretorp:

"Just… five…" She went back to snoring. ((We can continue if you want.))

"Please, for the love of the dear gods above us, choose a song already. I’m starting to feel dizzy from all the alcohol." She groaned.

"Feel Good Inc." Vapor gives him a look, then they roll through the song. Everyone sings the refrain. The song breezes by, despite Vapor’s mediocre rendition.

"Okay… sooo. More?" Vapor asks.

Gear shakes his head, “I’ll- you hang out, I think I’ll walk Beth home. You look tired, Bethie.”

"Bethie?" She grins. “That’s a new one." She sets the guitar down. "Well let’s go. I’m not getting any younger."

He grabs her hand and they start to walk home. “not too bad for a birthday…” he laughs a little.

"Well I would hope not." She smiles.