#Frrrrrr

[tunabunk]

“We’re not allowed to talk about it.”

(Naw fr tho- Marina is an absolute girlboss, and she got her male wife of a shrimp; LET HIM WEAR THE PRETTY DRESSES 🗣️💃✨)

[afterdarkprincess]

Jey the only one on the agenda of keeping samijey alive.

jey 🤝🏻 tumblr

keeping Samijey alive

[dinospikee]

Process of the drawing 😋😋

[kaleidoscope1967eyes]

I'm actually sobbing u r the kindest person to ever exists

no no no i just have a lot of love to give, to you especially

[twinnedpeaks]

im not even living paycheck to paycheck im crawling omon bloody limbs half paycheck minus rent to even smaller paycheck minus rent

[aviatrix-ash]

If you get flight delays/cancelations during worker strikes (there's some that may happen as the summer travel gets busier and/or around the holidays), that's them saying they've been worked to hell and back and the strike is saving the lives of everyone aboard and below the plane.

Luckily, conditions and regulations have improved a lot since this incident, but there's still always room for improvements.

What part of 'the wellbeing of workers has an impact on the work they do' is hard for some people to understand? Like even if you don't have a single fraction of common decency or care for other peoples' welfare, and don't care whether they live or die, you should still care whether you live or die. You don't have to be morally against human suffering in order to believe in workers' rights.

An overworked truck driver falls asleep on the wheel and swerves on you in traffic? You're gonna die. An overworked nurse doing a 24 hour shift gets two patients confused? You're gonna die. A bridge collapses under you because the building materials provided were dogshit, and none of the builders wanted to speak out because the one to voice a complaint is going to get fired, and they all have kids to feed? You're going to die.

You literally do not have to care about other people. Nobody is demanding you to give a shit whether anybody else lives or dies. You just have to aknowledge that if the people touching your food, building the roads you drive on and buildings you go into, and altogether work in putting together every single thing that you need in order to live, are dying on the job, that's gonna hurt you too.

Being served like a God and fed with human sacrifice does not make you immortal like one.

[admirableringmaker]

What does your heart look like?

a cage with iron locks

You are an enigma. You take care to remain that way. You aim to keep people guessing; your motives are uncertain even to yourself. What is it you truly want? You’ll never know if you keep your heart locked away like that. You deserve to be known, truly and fully. Stop being afraid of what you might find if you open your heart up to self-reflection. Stop thinking that no one will love you the moment they understand you. You are more than the facade you put on.

Tagged by @sashaofravenlock

[mrghostrat]

oh my god i finally thought of a vampire au that i'm completely unhinged for. i am about to be so insufferable about this

vampire aziraphale x vampire hunter crowley. and no, neither of them realise they're hereditary enemies when they hook up. they're dorks and idiots your honour.

edit: fic is here c:

[balfeys]

#when you know your kids so well

[thybeholder]

also fuck allat i’m an adult and i cannot control the emotions i feel but i can control how i react to them and i will Nawt be bitched by my own mind fuck i look like omg???

[mute-call]

Oh my god oh my god ohmygod oh my god. And a holy shit, for good measure.

This can’t be happening. But what is happening? He knows what happened, technically, there’s really no way to misinterpret the entire cast breaking through his doors and ripping him apart piece by piece, but… how is he supposed to make sense of what came after? Of the fact that he’s still here, still alive(?), and still capable of calling out in confusion and fear?

Maybe he’s gone insane. Maybe he’s finally snapped. Honestly, that’s probably the most likely explanation. Steve’s been seeing things and hearing things that no sane man would see or hear. What was it that finally did him in? Sleep deprivation catching up to him? Guilt? His refusal to go see a shrink? Heh. Well, there’s one good thing about working the night shift, at least. No one’s around to see him at his lowest—

“Hello? Hello, hello?” There’s a child’s voice responding to his inane mutterings. There shouldn’t be any children here, and Steven’s resolution to ignore the obvious (that he’s dead, that she’s dead, that they’re all dead, Steven, every single one you keep a file on in the back drawer of the lefthand cabinet) is beginning to crumble.

“I, um— I’m sorry, I don’t really know what’s going on. My name’s— my name’s Steven. What’s your name? Maybe you can come into the light so we can talk?” Steven can’t quite tell whether he’s capable of moving, yet. Everything feels far away, like he’s in a dream.

[Cassidy's latest kill had gone about as well as it could have. With some..."encouragement," the entire band had ganged up on the guard, allowing her to attack him herself. Paws clamped around his head, pinning him for the animatronics to drag him away -- but not before the guard's face practically melted, blackened tears falling from dead eyes, his face permanently frozen in terror. Sammy usually prevented her from controlling the suit for fear of this happening ( Sammy was how she'd come to understand her "power" in the first place ), but she'd been able to take over tonight. Perhaps that was what motivated her to push herself and the others as far as she had.]

[One of the others clamped onto his arm, prompting her to finally let go. The dragging of a limp body echoed through the empty halls. Slide, thump, slide, thump. She'd heard it a million times before. Once he was stuffed, it'd all be over...so she hoped. Her efforts to kill the guard were, quite literally, blind. But at least she recognized this one's voice -- she didn't know from where, since her memories were more faded than the others', but the recognition filled her with hope. This man had worked the day shift before. He just had to be the one.]

[...But that was when she heard the voice again. Wasn't he dead!? She'd just heard the others cart off his corpse!]

[Her face scrunched up in anger. This wasn't happening. Maybe she was just hearing things -- his stupid voice was always coming from the phone, anyway.]

[But it persisted. Pointless questions of where it had wound up, what was happening, the works. Typical questions. The ones they'd all asked themselves when they "woke up."]

[With a growl, Cassidy finally snapped, slamming her translucent hands on the sides of her head.] ❝ Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!! ❞ [She turned to the direction of the voice, her anger palpable.] ❝ You aren't supposed to be here! Aren't you supposed to see that stupid light or something!? Move towards it! Leave us alone! ❞

@mute-call 💛

[softwaring]

moon tonight :-)

[littleaipom]

HEDGEHOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

as a long-time sonic fan i've grown so tired of the whole "sonic and shadow aren't friends. they don't like each other, actually." narrative that's become the norm. anyway thank you sonic prime???????

[devilart2199-aibi]

Bruh

[everseens]

"like i said, anything for a fan.." they trailed off, eyes locking with santana's now. why was it so hard for zoe to simply admit her attraction? the obvious reason was simply because they were rivals, but what was so wrong with looking past that? the thoughts raced through zoe, and it probably didn't help that there was a bit of alcohol in their system, but she attempted to push those thoughts back down. "i think you're reaching a bit there.." their voice was clearly cracked in an obvious lie. / @spiceszn

santana took a drink from her beer bottle as zoe spoke. one would think that because they were "rivals" they wouldn't even bother speaking to one another but zoe and santana were almost always talking. mostly trying to one up the other. " it's cause you don't know me the way you do. which i think is funny considering you somehow always give me the time of day." she said. " funny. i'll take that excuse though. it's okay to admit it zo-zo. you want to see what im capable of . maybe you actually do have a thing for me."

[ashcremated]

clocking into work like where’s your anger where’s your fucking anger