young lady with a hearing aid 🍊🦻🏾
i know it's actually just another word for property damage but the fact that "criminal mischief" is a crime that exists and that you can be charged for is so funny to me as a concept. jailed for having a laugh.
irish setter?
how come everyone knows what an irish setter is but nobody actually KNOWS an irish setter? are irish setters even real?
Cry why don’t you. Weep those NFT tears.
if ur feeling desperately sad this summer, wait until it gets dark and half quiet and then open a window. cool air and passing cars are gonna heal ur heart. i promise
All of the "Pro-lifers" that are celebrating right now I sincerely hope you or your daughters never have a Miscarriage that they cannot naturally pass, because a D&C is an abortion.
I hope you don't have a ectopic pregnancy, because the procedure that will save your life is an abortion.
I hope you don't have a still born baby that your body can't naturally pass because that induction is an abortion.
I hope you are never in a place where carrying a baby full term would mean your death (as mine would, my doctor looked me in the eyes and told me if I get pregnant again I WILL NOT MAKE IT, and fuck you all because my kids need a mom more than they need a sibling.)
I hope you don't find out your baby has a condition that will mean being alive for how ever long will cause them excruciating pain, that you don't have to birth your baby and watch them die a horrific, painful death in your arms.
I hope you aren't raped and forced to carry that baby to term no matter the detriment to your mental/physical health.
I hope you aren't forced to give birth to your abusers child, giving you no way out of the relationship.
I hope your 10 year old is never assaulted and have to carry a baby to term that will almost definitely will kill her.
I hope that you don't go to jail when they investigate your miscarriage and determine that something you did made it YOUR FAULT.
I hope you realize you and your daughters will die from laws you created.
I hope you realize the consequences of your actions because you may have to suffer through them.
I want to be more masculine so how can I change the way u act to be more like a guy. I remember one time where passed but people found out I was afab because I was more feminine. So how do I come off as a boy, I hope ysll got some advice <3
- A trans
Binding
Clothing
Facial hair
Masculine makeup
Getting short hair / Masculine long hair
Lowering your voice
Passing as male
FTM Guide
Requested: @fuckythebuckybarnes
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Warnings: Smut
Prompts: 3. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” 10. “Apparently there’s a bet going about when we’ll end up together.” 20. “Hold my drink, I’m gonna go cause a scene.”
After several weeks of being undercover, being held hostage, and some fairly violent fighting, you were back at the compound.You hadn’t even taken 2 steps off the quinjet before 2 strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. Your eyes had shut upon impact and when you opened them you were met with a broad chest clad in a black henley. You could also see the ends of their long, shiny black hair.
“Oh Valhalla, thank god you’re ok.” he whispered as he rested his chin on the top of your head, keeping his arms wrapped securely around you. You smiled, resting your head on his chest.
“I’m fine, Loki. I promise.”
“Are you sure? Are you hurt? Stark called me 8 days ago and said they had you held hostage. I was worried sick! And then Stark wouldn’t answer his damn phone!” he said, pulling you away from him by your shoulders, giving you a once over to make sure no extensive damage had been done.
“Chill out, Reindeer Games. Just wanted to make you sweat a bit. Y/N came back to you in one piece, didn’t she?” Tony chimed in as he stepped out of the quinjet, giving Loki a sarcastic smile.
“You could have at least told me she was alive.” he grumbled, obviously annoyed.
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Summary: Loki gives the reader a sword for valentines day and teaches them how to use it. Thor mistakes the gift as proof of an engagement.
Note: Screw roses and chocolate, I want a sword as a declaration of love! Also, screw canon and characters dying; everyone is alive and happy and healed. Please let me know what you think, feedback makes me strong and keeps me motivated to write more! Have a great day :D
Words: 1817
It wasn’t the fact that someone had snuck into your room in the dead of night that bothered you. After all, FRIDAY would have alerted you if they meant harm and if, by some terrifying twist of genius, they’d evaded her scanners then they still hadn’t meant to hurt you as they’d left you sleeping peacefully through the night.
It wasn’t even that they’d tidied up - although that was rather strange. No, what bothered you was that, after silently cleaning your apartment, the intruder had left nothing but a long box on your table. No note, no explanation. Just a box, wrapped beautifully in dark green paper.
Naturally, you had FRIDAY run a few tests on the box to prove that it was safe to open. She confirmed that there were no dangerous trace readings or anything to be worried about but suggested caution nonetheless. Expecting some kind of biological weapon or hidden explosives, you were quite surprised to find a sword.
It was beyond beautiful. The blade was perfectly balanced, just the right side of heavy for you to comfortably lift and manoeuvre it, but deceptively sharp. (The first thing you’d done was run your fingers along the immaculate surface and cut yourself on the edge.) The hilt was like something from a fairytale. Made of a golden alloy of some kind, decorated with the most intricate swirling designs, you surmised it had to be centuries old at least; craftmanship of this quality simply didn’t exist nowadays.
It was everything you could have dreamed of in a sword - and you had dreamed of owning one for so long - but it didn’t explain why it was there or why your mysterious giftee wanted to remain anonymous.
However, you’d come to accept that life - your life, especially - rarely made much sense so, instead of worrying, you grabbed the sword and did what any normal person in your position would have done. (Probably; you’d spent so many years surrounded by super assassins and aliens that your definition of ‘normal’ was somewhat screwed.) You strode through the Compound like a proud soldier off to war, down to the training room where you intended to slash and stab the crap out of the training dummies.
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Amazon and Audible made it into their policy that you can return ebooks and audiobooks and get a full refund.
They actively promote this, making their book shop into a book lending service, de facto a library you subscribe to. That’s their business plan to encourage subscribtions.
The dirty thing, however, is that Amazon and Audible are making the authors pay for each refunded item. They will detract money, income, royalties, from the authors’ account. They’re not hurting from the refund, the author is.
Look, no-one is saying you’re not allowed to return an item if you’ve read the first 50 pages or listened to the first 45 minutes. Maybe the style is not your thing. Maybe you don’t like the narrator’s voice. Maybe the quality of the writing drops severely after chapter three. Go ahead, if the product is bad, return it.
What I’m talking about is that no one should be able to listen to a ten-hour audiobook or read through nearly an entire novel and still get a refund.
Most of the readers don’t know who’s paying for this business plan. It’s not Amazon and Audible, they’re still keeping your subscription money. It’s the authors.
Spread the word.
Transmac, he/they/it, autistic af, mentally illin I do art and write shit My a03 is TheFandomHasRisen—pls check it out
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