So Apparently There’s Been A Mini Drama Going On In The Fine Arts Building

realtalk make a pact w/ me if i ever am like “yo im caught in a time loop” please believe me i promise i wont ever use it as a prank either like ive been watching a lot of tv shows and movies w/ fucking time loop plotpoints where one character knows it and if i ever become that person i want to not have to constantly prove it to them. just take it on honest that a magic or something happened.

Me, at my gamer funeral, on my gamer deathbead: *Is dead.* Priest: “My fellow gamers, today we press F, but from here on….” Crowd: *crying*

Priest ”:..We must press W, and move forward.”

Your a fucking freak. A spoiled fat lazy freak. Try being what you are around muslims or your precious immigrants. You'd be beaten,raped or killed. Trying living here in europe dealing with these god damn animals every day with the prospect of even more of these assholes. You fucking retarded brats make me sick.

2/10. suggestions for improving your future hate messages:

calling someone a “fat, lazy freak” isn’t super effective if they are fully aware they are all three of those things

try appealing to my fears instead of yours. for example: darkness, slowly dying because I’m unable to find employment

dude, there’s plenty of “god damn animals” over here in america too! we colonized the place centuries ago! next time, do your research

combining personal attacks with feigned concern about What They’d Do To Me doesn’t work too well. pick one point and develop it further.

it’s okay, champ! you’ll get me next time!

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separation of snurch and snate

In yet another shocking example of a corporate giant exploiting its workers, employees of a New York City Domino’s claim they were fired from their delivery jobs after complaining to management about unfair wages. According to CBS, Domino’s said the delivery drivers worked extended hours inside the restaurant, but still for less than minimum wage — and without tips. Following a meeting with management about the issue, 24 employees were terminated.  Currently, the employees receive $6.00 an hour plus tips just to scrape by. (more—->)

The Pain That Most Transmen Are Ashamed to Talk About

I waited patiently for my partner to come out of the doctors room. It had been a rough few months of him suffering with unexplained pelvic pain, renderin...

We have learned of the higher risks of cancer if a hysterectomy is not completed after five years of being on testosterone.

This is important.  Read it.  Especially if you have been on T for over or close to 5 years.  I have felt these pains.  Even just today.  I have been on T for over 5 years.

Something I have learned and have tried to be less of afraid of as a trans person is that you need to put your physical health above your feelings of shame.  If you’re having a serious medical concern you need to find a doctor you are comfortable with and talk to them.  It’s not fun, it’s not easy to do, but it’s important for your health.

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The spider plant cringed as its owner brought forth the watering can. “I am a spider plant!” it cried indignantly. “How dare you water me before my time! Guards!” it called. “Guards!” Borin, its owner, placed the watering can on the table and looked at it. “You will be watered,” he said. "You do not dare to water me!" laughed the plant. "You will be watered," said Borin. "Do not water me!" wept the plant. "You will be watered," said Borin. I watched this exchange. Truly, I believed the plant would be watered. It was plant, and on Gor it had no rights. Perhaps on Earth, in its permissive society, which distorts the true roles of all beings, which forces both plant and waterer to go unhappy and constrained, which forbids the fulfillment of owner and houseplant, such might not happen. Perhaps there, it would not be watered. But it was on Gor now, and would undoubtedly feel its true place, that of houseplant. It was plant. It would be watered at will. Such is the way with plants. Borin picked up the watering can, and muchly watered the plant. The plant cried out. “No, Master! Do not water me!” The master continued to water the plant. “Please, Master,” begged the plant, “do not water me!” The master continued to water the plant. It was plant. It could be watered at will. The plant sobbed muchly as Borin laid down the watering can. It was not pleased. Too, it was wet. But this did not matter. It was plant. "You have been well watered," said Borin. "Yes," said the plant, "I have been well watered." Of course, it could be watered by its master at will. "I have watered you well," said Borin. "Yes, master," said the plant. "You have watered your plant well. I am plant, and as such I should be watered by my master." The cactus plant next to the spider plant shuddered. It attempted to cover its small form with its small arms and small needles. “I am plant,” it said wonderingly. “I am of Earth, but for the first time, I feel myself truly plantlike. On Earth, I w as able to control my watering. I often scorned those who would water me. But they were weak, and did not see my scorn for what it was, the weak attempt of a small plant to protect itself. Not one of the weak Earth waterers would dare to water a plant if it did not wish it. But on Gor,” it shuddered, “on Gor it is different. Here, those who wish to water will water their plants as they wish. But strangely, I feel myself most plantlike when I am at the mercy of a strong Gorean master, who may water me as he pleases.” "I will now water you," said Borin, the cactus’s Gorean master. The cactus did not resist being watered. Perhaps it was realizing that such watering was its master’s to control. Too, perhaps it knew that this master was far superior to those of Earth, who would not water it if it did not wish to be watered. The cactus’s watering had been finished. The spider plant looked at it. "I have been well watered," it said. "I, too, have been well watered," said the cactus. "My master has watered me well," said the spider plant. "My master, too, has watered me well," said the cactus. "I am to be placed in a hanging basket on the porch," said the spider plant. "I, too, am to be placed in a hanging basket on the porch," said the cactus. "I wish you well," said the spider plant. "I, too, wish you well," said the cactus. "Tal," said the spider plant. "Tal, too," said the cactus. I did not think that the spider plant would object to being watered by its master again. For it realized that it was plant, and that here, unlike on Earth, it was likely to be owned and watered by many masters.

someone asked what the single worst fantasy setting is (via ramielfucker)