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I will eventually get this bastard’s tags done
"You're unemployed" WRONG!!! PEST CONTROL! Who else is gonna eat all the bugs in this house?
op turned reblogs off but this post must live. it must live and spread malignantly .
A Big Event
I was going to try to wait until closer to the actual anniversary to release a series of posts about being cut off. But then I realized it’s been all consuming for a few days and I need it out of my brain.
In the evening of October 20, 2017, I performed my daily duty of driving from home after deciding on a healthy meal option to a restaurant to pick up take out. From there I drove to the outskirts of town to the new shop he worked at to bring him lunch. I’d have to meet him in the parking lot of a coffee shop down the road, though, because he didn’t want any of his coworkers to see me.
I was still an embarrassment to him.
I got into his car, greeted him warmly and cautiously handed him his lunch . He glared at me, opened the bag, saw his food and then screamed “Stay the fuck away from me!!!”
I promptly got out of his car. Stunned. He kept the food of course.
I bet she was asking for it.
I mean, you can totally tell it's what she actually wanted. Her mouth was saying no, but the bruises on her skin where he grabbed her and held her against her will were saying yes.
Seriously @staff - why do i have to keep doing this?
I am a survivor of domestic violence. I am a survivor of sexual violence. I have said " let go of me" and been ignored. Stop showing me abuse and calling it sexy.
I can’t DRAW realistic PEOPLE! *sob*
fuck boy phoenix. something no one asked for or needed
wow great
Calcium hyperproficiency is a rare complication of vitamin D deficiency, where excess calcium from bone resorption forms complex structures resembling primary teeth. Neoformed teeth grow on different bones, such as this patient's hand, causing fractures and joint dysfunction.
Poor Mycroft
Have you seen the update in Spotify? Have you seen!? It's just awful!
- Limit on skipping songs.
- You can not go to the previous song in the playlist.
- No longer shows the list of songs in the playlist (what's next, past songs, etc.)
- When the authors release new albums, you can’t see what kind of songs! Only some inscriptions!
- The song editor does not work. Now the same song cannot be turned on and listened to.
They just recently downloaded this app and already love it! What a handy program! Now what? I'll have to look again for another program to listen to songs😢
well that happened 😃
im about to pass a four hours long exam during a heatwave and all i managed to eat was a slice of bread
yeah more spamtong you know the drill
Ron McNair playing his saxophone, circa 1980. Ron was a talented jazz musician and the first astronaut to play a real instrument in space (on STS-41-B in February 1984).
Ron planned to record the first piece of original music in space aboard STS-51-L in January 1986. After Ron’s death on that flight, his collaborator, composer Jean-Michel Jarre, released their song, “The Last Rendezvous (Ron’s Piece)” and dedicated it to Ron and the Challenger crew.
btw i tried to make yr fanart today but they are IMPOSSIBLE to draw specially simon😭
like bro those guys in my sketchbook arent wilhelm and simon, thats william and samuel wth
she should've run, she knows this. even if it was futile, even if it got her killed like that poor bastard behind the lieutenant, she knows she should've tried. in the face of threats and danger, agatha has always frozen in place like a deer in headlights, just taking what was dished out to her. this time won't be any different, she can feel it in every fiber of her being. it's never been a matter of life or death before, though. comply or die. the faerie never thought she had any sort of survival instincts, but this counted, right? going along with a killer so that he might let her go, might let her live. if she can do that, if he lets her live, she's still surviving, right?
agatha whimpers when he speaks, flinching at the sound of his voice and the continued use of pet names. he... he's right. he doesn't have any guarantee, she supposes. he would just have to take her word for it, but even then, for him, that would be risky. it's better to eliminate the risk than allow there to be one in the first place. still, she has to try, right? agatha has to try and convince him that she wouldn't call or go to the police. " please, i-i-i p-promise i won't. i-if anyone asked, i-i-i d-didn't see a-anything here! " her pleading will be all for naught, won't it?
her gaze flickers to the body. that gruesome, awful, terrible scene that she witnessed still fresh in her mind. that poor person... tears brim agatha's eyes and begin to spill down her cheeks. she doesn't want to end up like them! she doesn't want to be the next face in the news. oh, gods, please. she doesn't want to die. another whimper leaves agatha and she rummages through the bag she always carries. fishing out her wallet, she hesitates before holding it out to him, her hand trembling.
she's terrified of him. he can see it - and he doesn't doubt it. most people were. though there are some - like her - that tug at a deep dark part of him. he shouldn't want to play with her like she's a pet - but it's those doe innocent eyes. it tugs at parts of him he wishes he didn't have. parts of him that were ingrained from a troubled youth until now. the craving for absolute fucking power over someone, to bend them until they break - he always claimed to be a horrible man. he always was one.
"now, now, luv." he scoffs, shaking his head. "'ow do i 'ave any guarantee you're no' gonna turn 'round an' try to pull some shite on me? li'le innocent thing like you - they teach you t' protect yourself from the big bad men like me, don't they? tell you - call the police, repor' 'em. ge' 'em pu' away, yeah?" he lets his voice stay at a low husk, as he digs into her pockets, looking for a wallet.
"le's see 'ere, luvie. you carryin' id for me? be'er i ge' t' know you this way, innit? the other way - you wouldn' like tha'." the threat hangs there, his gaze flicking to the gutted body he's left behind. "c'mon pre'y thing - le's see you cooperate. migh' le' you live."