I FORGOT TO PUT THIS IN WITH MY TWITTER COMPILATION BUT HERE IT IS
FUCKING ASSASSINATE THE FIRE
reminder: liking a trans woman doesn’t make a man gay. kissing a trans woman doesn’t make a man gay. falling in love with a trans woman doesn’t make a man gay. having sex with a trans woman doesn’t make a man gay. even having sex with many trans women, or only trans women, doesn’t make a man gay. there is no conceivable sex act a man could engage in with a trans woman, no matter what her genital status, that would make him gay, or even bi.
only preferring men makes a man gay or bi
and trans women are women
it’s really just that simple
rinse & repeat
please please reblog the above again and again until it burns into the brain of every person who comes across it. not for me, hell copy and paste it into your own blog, I don’t care. I just NEED for people to understand. so much hinges on this one stubborn, fundamental misconception.
It’s not hard to understand. Same goes for when a man likes a trans man, because THAT’S gay.
I’m absolutely not against robits in the home, I think the possibilities are really cool but like… Alright actually, here’s a side by side comparison:
Alexa can play Skyrim tho
Damn you’re right.
I’m on mobile can somebody add that as a point for Roomba.
here you go
my favorite thing about dungeons and dragons is that you can study for it alone, wherever you are, and also the fact that i found an entire database of free resources about 5.0 that are basically all you need to play except for an actual campaign lol
I see your free resources with no campaigns and raise you This
If you’re unfamilar with D&D or want a less complicated version, I recommend Fate. https://fate-srd.com You can print out out the character sheets or just keep them on hand in a PDF / image file. The rules are a bit more fast and loose, but still really fun!
Me: *reblogs a post*
Porn Bots:
ON EVERYTHING TOO
Post: “My grandma just died”
Bots:
Did anyone notice that the bots actually like… Changed. They now know the site is gay, not hetero at all and hetero nsfw bots are… Dying out completely.
The B in LGBT stands for Bot
Porn bots…. Porn bots everywhere.
@Staff i’m holding you responsible
Most of the anti-anti-immigration advice I see on here is skewed towards the US so here’s some useful UK info I just walked past
WHAT TO DO IF YOU ARE STOPPED BY IMMIGRATION OFFICERS (UKBA)
If the UK Border Agency or police stop you in the street and ask you about your immigration status:
- You DO NOT have to answer any questions.
- You DO NOT have to tell them your name or address.
- Tell them that you do not want to talk to them.
- Stay polite but confident.
- You can walk away.
They are not allowed to stop you just because of your race. They can only stop you if they have a good reason. If they stop you just because of how you look, or the language you speak, tell them:
“This is racist.“
“This is illegal.“
“I will make a complaint.“
If you are detained, call Bail for Immigration Detainees (independent from us): 020 7247 3590 / antiraids.net
cashier: sorry for your wait. we’re short-staffed today
millennial: oh that’s ok no worries :)
baby boomer:
But listen that’s the thing.
We are short staffed almost 97% of the time at my retail job. Because corporate has figured out you can overwork 4 people at minimum wage instead of paying for the 8 people you should probably have to be on the clock.
Baby boomers grew up with stores that were adequately staffed, with workers who most likely had weeks of training for their jobs as opposed to the 1-2 shadow shift training we get now. Also those workers most likely were able to be full time if they wanted. Now retail, except for management positions, is mostly made up of part time workers, because you don’t have to give them benefits. So you have a workforce of perpetually underpaid, overwhelmed, undertrained people trying to do their best all while dealing with an entire generation of people who refuse to acknowledge that the system has changed and the average retail worker has NO control over that change and is being taken advantage of.
Like we got our customer surveys back, and almost every single one mentioned that they couldn’t find someone to help them or we needed more people on register because it was TOO SLOW, but what did management tell us instead of scheduling more people? We need to be quicker on register and call for backup if necessary. Which makes no sense because we can’t call for backup THAT ISN’T THERE.
Y'all my parents haven’t worked retail since the 70s and they absolutely never believe me about the things that happen at work. I explain the schedule for next week gets hung up on the Friday before and they scoff and go “well when i worked at X they had it a month up your manager is just lazy.” No mom, its company policy to only do “two weeks” in advance. They won’t give you a full month’s scheduling in advance cause it let’s you plan for a world outside of work.
Or about the hours, workload or anything. They just assume its an individual’s failing instead of corporate mandate. Or, if they do believe me (that its company policy) they call it ridiculous and point out some survey that argues its Good Business to do (insert decent thing here).As if they think the higher ups don’t know this and are simply ignorant of Good Business Practices. They don’t understand that retail has completely shifted from caring about its employees to squeezing out every penny now instead of investing it for later.
Cause that isn’t how it was when they worked and they just can’t seem to see otherwise.
I think there should be a ‘bring-your-parent-to-work-day’ instead of ‘bring-your-kid-to-work-day’, it would shock so many parents and would probably make them finally realize how much retail indeed has changed in the US.
when i first got hired as a cashier, my manager who had been doing that since she was like 17 in 1975 told me that back in The Days, when you were hired as a cashier in a grocery store it was a) a well paid job & you could get full time work easily b) a respected career choice c) the store closed at 6pm and was closed on Sundays so the hours were a lot more pleasant d) they made you go to cashier school for 2 weeks, which was basically a fake grocery store and you just learned the trade completely before even meeting a customer
now its like : you get like 20 hours a week, bullshit shifts like 3:45 to 10:15, a 20 minutes training before being thrown to the wolves, customers tell you you deserve your shitty lowlife job as soon as you don’t thoroughly kiss their ass
The millennial experience is tied to growing income inequality and the indentured servitude of student loan debt
This applies to food service and quick service jobs as well. If you’re not making them money, you’re not working hard enough.
I work as an after hours receptionist for a funeral home. Yes, that is a real job. I gather information so the funeral directors know where to go and who to pick up, literally. It’s not a glamorous job, I’m not used to working nights, but the pay is good. Besides, not two days are the same.
Usually we get a lot of calls from hospices, hospitals and the odd lady who just loses her bottle when she’s trying to arrange services for her husband’s who’s just… lying there, or is on his recliner. Most heartbreaking call I’ve had so far though, had nothing to do with a death.
I received a call, and it’s a lady speaking in Spanish. I can speak Spanish, haven’t in years, but I can assist when Spanish speaking clients call in and is one of the reasons why I was hired in the first place.
She was looking for her son. I asked her if her son was in the funeral home’s care or if she was reporting his passing so we could pick him up from a hospital. She couldn’t understand me at first when I told her she’d reached a funeral home (I thought it was my crackly Spanish, so I explained myself a couple of times), and then she understood, and began to tell me her story.
Her son had been taken from her while they had been crossing the border a couple of days prior, and she had been given a whole batch of numbers to call so she could find out where her son was and get him back. The number of our funeral home was one of those. I couldn’t believe it at first so I asked her to give me the number she’d dialed. Sure enough, it was the office number.
I told her she had reached a funeral home and she went silent for a bit.
“Why would they give me this number?” She asked me.
I had no answers for her. None. I was stunned stupid and feeling like a complete plank, unable to provide this poor woman with any information. All I could do was apologize. I don’t even have Internet access at work, except in a closed type network, so even if I wanted to I couldn’t try to reach anyone for her. I kept hoping she’d made a mistake, that she’d been given a wrong number in error, all the while my brain kept telling me it was probably malice.
She apologized for having disturbed me and was going to try the other numbers she’d been given. And with that she was gone.
To this day I’m haunted by this. Did she ever find her child? Is she still looking? Was there any way I could have helped her??
The moment she was gone I was so angry, ANGRY! At that orange imbecile in the White House. Angry with all his stupidity, his ignorance and his blatant egotism! His lack of anything except greed and malice.
I had to step back for a bit and take five, because I know I’d go off at the next person that called. I was so angry I was about to put my fist through the screen.
How could people vote for this monster that does such things?! HOW?!?!
I’m angry at that… that monster that tears children from their parent’s arms in the name of blatant racism and hatred. I’m angry that I couldn’t help this poor woman, whoever she was. She was a mother, and to be, pretty much, told to look for her child among the dead, must have been brutal.
F*CK YOU, TRUMP!
You and all your warped clique. F*ck you. I don’t know what terrible abuse you endured as a child but that is no excuse to spread your vileness like a toxic cloud. I hope you’re pretty pleased with yourself in this life, because when you go to that higher court you’ll be nothing but minute, less than an ant, and not all your wealth or malice or vitriol is going to spare you from that final judgement.