Today I found out that yarners think crocheting socks is subversive and controversial and I just…on one hand, why the fuck not, I guess yarners are allowed to have their controversies, but on the other, how much time do you have in your FUCKIN DAY??
This judge had exactly the right reaction to the shameful way nonviolent prisoners are treated in US jails
A woman was denied pants or tampons after being arrested for not completing a diversion course that was part of her sentencing from a shoplifting charge. But see how the judge reacts when she finds out that the prisoner’s humiliating treatment is apparently routine.
Guys there is actually a german ripoff of Aladdin by this terrifying “animation company” (I use that term loosely) Dingo Pictures and I wanted to share Aladdin’s song b/c it is funky fresh
gtav au vanoo? "You’re not the only one counting on me.” (banana-bus-squad heyo)
@banana-bus-squad Hi 😘! ❤
Sorry if you don’t like it, I tried my best.
They first met at the hospital. Brock was working as a nurse at the time that the EMTs brought in a man in his early twenties. The man was unconscious and had a bullet wound on his left shoulder, dangerously close to the heart. Brock watched as the surgical unit rushed to save this man’s life.
The first time they spoke was a day later, when Brock went into the injured man’s room to check his vitals. “You’re awake, that’s fantastic. How are you feeling, sir?” He proceded to gather his materials as the patient spoke.
“Well, considering there’s a hole in my shoulder and I’ve been unconscious for a little bit over 24 hours, I’m just peachy.“ He looked up at the nurse with a smile. “My name’s Evan, what’s your name?”
“My name is Brock and I’m going to be taking some vitals so if you’ll give me your arm, we can start with blood pressure.”
Three weeks later, they went out on their first date. Evan had charmed his way into Brocks heart through cheesy jokes and bad pick up lines. Brock never felt more happy in his life until he came out of the hospital once his shift was over to find a healed Evan with a bouquet of ruby red roses waiting for him.
“Are you seriously taking me on a date now? At least let me change!” “You look perfect, come on I know this really nice, cozy diner. You’ll love it, I promise.”
They spent the night laughing and talking about their childhoods and had a wonderful time. Although, Brock did notice that Evan didn’t talk about his work. When Brock asked him, he stated it was one of the most exciting jobs to do in Los Santos and turned the subject back to Brock.
They kept going on dates for a couple of months before Evan seemed to start randomly disappearing. He wouldn’t answer any calls or texts for days on end, leaving Brock to wonder what on earth this man could possibly be doing.
Evan told him about his job a day before he asked him to be his boyfriend. His boyfriend was a criminal, the leader of one of Los Santos biggest gangs that pulled big and complicated heists. When Brock just looked at Evan and serenely asked, “Does this mean I’m like a Queen? Cause I can totally slay.”
Evan laughed and kissed Brock passionately, before Brock led them to his bedroom.
Evan always let Brock know when a heist was happening, but never gave him enough information to labeled as an accomplice. Each time Evan had to leave, Brock would Hug him close and give him all the kisses before whispering, “I love you so much, I’m counting on you to come back to me. Be safe, Baby.”
“I love you too, see you soon.”
Brock felt like he couldn’t breathe, his eyes sore and puffy from crying for two days straight. He felt a hand on his shoulder, a firm pat on his back, even a hug he didn’t have the energy to return.
“Brock, God, I’m so sorry. I should have been there to help him with the- Goddamn it he was my best friend and I let you both down! If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call any of us okay?” Tyler put his arms around the broken man.
“He loved you so much, Brock. That would have been his last heist because he wanted to be an honest man when he asked you to marry him. I’m so sorry.” Mini said as he handed Brock a small black, velvet box. Another sob ripped through Brock’s throat, he accepted the box and clutched it in his trembling hands.
He left the room in a rush and slammed the nearest bathroom door behind him. He slid to the ground and placed his head between his knees, he wished he would have begged Evan to not go. He wanted his little Batowl to barge into this bathroom and hold him, to promise him that this is just a nightmare. That when he wakes up he’ll see crazy bed hair and breathtaking hazel brown eyes looking at him adoringly.
But that’s not going to happen.
Brock pulled out his cellphone, looking at the last text message his boyfriend sent him.
‘Brock. I love you, nothing will ever change that. Forgive me Baby. I’m so fucking sorry. I love you. I love you. I love you.’
There’s a fake PewDiePie going around on Omegle coercing girls to take off their clothes on camera.
My friend just sent this picture to me (She didn’t fall for it, thankfully). It’s NOT @pewdie. It’s repeated gifs that correspond to whatever the viewer is saying. He doesn’t talk at all unless it’s in typing, and it’s an OLD gif of him from a year or two ago, I believe.
And whoever is behind the camera is tricking girls into taking their clothes off thinking it’s pewdiepie!!!
AND YOUNG UNDERAGE PEOPLE COULD BE TRICKED INTO THIS AS WELL.
Gr0ss
Can we spread this around so some poor sap doesn’t get tricked into doing this again?