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greelin:

greelin:

what i miss most about being a chocolatier (besides the honor of gayest job title imaginable) is we had these massive bars of chocolate for tempering that were 10lbs and we had to break them into smaller chunks. by using a sledgehammer of course. i LIVED for that shit

all the other people in production HATED busting them especially at the end of the shift but i fucking loved it. give me the hammer. i can be trusted with the hammer. And everyone did in fact trust me with the hammer because again they all thought it was tedious and painful. me? i was having the time of my life. even if i had to pick up the slack for other people i would be annoyed for all of five seconds before the euphoria of getting to smash things set in. and the production areas had windows too so customers often just got to watch me beat the shit out of a massive chocolate bar. with a hammer. like a zoo animal. i was getting paid to do that. every day i miss it.

torreyadorable:

Vulva havers, roughly how often of the times you try to orgasm do you actually manage it?

0-10%

11-30%

31-50%

51-70%

71-90%

91-100%

Never

Always

see result

#I will say tho #that was after I got this… I think it’s called womaniser #you put it on the clit and bom orgasm

fatsoupy:

fatsoupy:

eye-opening tumblr post for me included the words “people are meant to be burdens” as in humans rely on and support one another and it’s not a bother it’s our purpose; to love and be loved in return. so if you ever think you’re being annoying just remember we were made to love and it’s going to be okay

coming from the perspective of an addict in recovery. i’m a lot, i need help, i am a burden, and i am so, so loved and supported by my friends and family. i owe them my life and my heart

pacificnorthwhore:

forthegothicheroine:

mortalityplays:

alexseanchai:

sincerelynotserious:

pinemartin:

sincerelynotserious:

pinemartin:

gas-station-dick-pill:

micro-usb:

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reblog to kill your landlord with a sword

Uh my step mom actually had something to do with this in a way and it is an even more ridiculous story than that title even suggests

Story?

Sure!

So my step mom works for a local union and sometimes they get workers who are in a tough spot and need a little extra help financially. The union has an organization that handles their charitable monies and my step mom is one of the people that fields these calls and passes them on to that organization.

Now if im remembering the earlier parts of this story okay, one day she gets a call from a man who needs some help with bills like rent or something. They help him out, he’s super grateful, job well done.

Now a couple weeks or months later, idk, they get another call from this man. He and his roommate are having some issues with their landlord, who lives in his own house on the property. Apparently the guy keeps barging into their rented place unannounced and drunk, belligerent, threatening them with crowbars and 2×4 and shit. The man, quite rightly, wants to get outta this. He’s newly sober and stressful situations like this are Not Good for people going sober of any sort. So the union starts working with him to get him some other housing.

Someone else at the union gets this next update and passes it onto my step mother, who recounts it to me as I stand with my jaw to the floor in our living room.

So apparently on one fateful night this man in question was out of the house. And his roommate was home alone. And the landlord came barging in again.

Except this time he comes in holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, and a Michael Myers mask on to top it all off, and he’s raving about how he’s going to kill them all and then himself. Like he’s totally lost it.

Now the roommate of our man is like actually factually scared for his life because this is quite a bit too far. And he now has to deal with this situation or he is likely going to die. So. He grabs a decorative anime sword of our man’s off the wall and beheads* him.

Yep. With an anime katana. It’s like one of those fake stories on tumblr. Except this actually goddamn happened.

* I am skeptical about that having been a beheading. This was not a honed sword, and not a practiced swordsman. However none of us have enough information to say it WASNT a beheading, full or not. And anyway the landlord was killed so it doesn’t quite matter if he was mortally stabbed or not-so-cleanly beheaded.

Regardless! The man called us up to let the union know what happened, and they got him outta there ASAP. And the roommate was NOT charged because he was defending his life and there was a long history of them having to call the cops to get the landlord out of their place to prove such.

So uh there you go. And can I just say the whiplash that I had when seeing this post cross my dash was really something. I even screenshotted it and sent it to the house group chat and my step mother and dad started cackling in the other room because it is such a weirdly close to us story to see on this random site. Like please understand it wasn’t even reported on in the news.

There you go! There’s the story!

Wow, props to your step-mom and the union for getting him out. Hope he finds a better place to call home.

[image: screenshot of the headline and subtitle of the Willamette Week article linked below: “Prosecutors Decide Portland Man Committed No Crime by Killing His Landlord With a Sword. The landlord, armed with a hammer and pellet gun, had snuck into his rental property in a Michael Myers costume.”]

reblog to support your local renters union in case you ever have to behead your landlord with a sword

Halloween Ends sounds wild.

Death to landlords

kilometresinatree:

patchesjam:

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funniest art interaction i’ve ever seen

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the thrilling sequel

bramblemilk:

pride SHOULD have weirdos and freaks actually. it shouldnt be sanitized and full of cookie cutter cis white thin ppl. say queer make out in the streets wear leather bring back flagging. stop trying to turn pride into a fun event for cishet families. queer ppl arent zoo exhibits. i want to see angry queers shouting their pride in the streets not be bombarded with rainbow pens from banks. keep pride a riot.

thechickendiaries:

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My most referenced meme is actually this sign from a furniture store’s going out of business sale in my hometown.

bnq:

fluffy-raccoon-artist:

moonfaery:

iamverity:

alwaysbewoke:

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Ummm….

My goth fem hero 

Goth as fuck

All hail the queen of goth!

ikkimikki:

ice-creamsocialist:

art-thropologist:

diaryofandnwoman:

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This is pure art.

For those curious, this was taken at the Oceti Sakowin camp during the No DAPL protests in Cannon Ball, North Dakota. The photograph is titled “Defend the Sacred” by Ryan Vizzions. I did not find the name of the subject on horseback.

Her name was  Marissa Blacklance. #Dakota38 rider, & front line water protector at Standing Rock. She was killed by a drunk driver in January of 2018.  Her mother is using this tragedy to make changes benefitting our community with the Yellow Scarf tribute. 

emil:

i am

  • AVERAGE WORKING ADULT

i want

  • GO HOME

proshipper-on-ship:

lady-harrowhark:

inkskinned:

“if you take medication for that, you’ll be taking medication all your life!!” yeah, and?? bud, i already put on my glasses every morning. it’s like. a condition of mine, not a side hobby i’m pursuing irresponsibly. 

and the thrilling sequel: “taking meds for that is the easy way out!” right you are my dude, i’m a huge fan of not making things harder than they have to be

“For the rest of my life,” worstie at least I’ll have a “rest of my life.”

some-triangles:

There are three major types of spiritual practice: first, reaching the spirit by rewarding the body, through ritual feasting, drug-taking and sex; second, reaching the spirit by denying the body, through fasting, cleansing and purification; and third, by abandoning the physical entirely and attempting to reach the numinous entirely via the life of the mind.   In this essay, entitled “Bed, Bath and Beyond”, I will

strange-aether:

new kinsey scale just dropped tag yourself

I used to be a 5 but now I’m a 3

#2 #coffee to survive #tea to relax