DM:  “The Orc Captain Fires His Bow, And…that’s A Hit.  And He Rushes, And…hit.  And, Bonus

Viscount Druitt: *breathes*

Ciel: Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma?

True that m8

HELP ME I'M IN CLASS XD ...The real killer here is school, not anti

Words to live by tbh

Geeze people get it right xD

Do you ever think about the fact that the US has created and legitimized a system of institutionalized inequality by funding schools through property taxes?  That basically a child’s education is only as good as the value of the property in their neighborhood.  Funny how education is so often viewed as an equalizing factor when there is nothing equal about it.

*Breaths is* BOY MY FEELS IF U EVER NEED TO TALK JUST MESSAGE ME

boy

wake up

undress

look down

the stress pours in my mind like water as it trickles down the drain, a pain the main percentage of the general population will never feel.

so how do i learn to deal with this, with this fat hanging off my chest and these curves in places where they’d never be on what’s considered a “real boy”.

but what’s a real boy anyway?

and if it’s not me, what am i?

a grey area, a there she-ah goes again, shopping from the men’s section and chopping off her hair, oh god, why can’t she just be a normal girl?

after all, my version of the piece of paper that they assign to every child does read female.

that and a name that makes me want to scream bloody murder because the pain it puts me through isn’t something anyone should gain if they want to stay sane.

but anyway, going back to my body

well, to put it simply, it robs me of my happiness and i cant tell you how many nights i’ve spent sobbing and screaming and hoping and believe me, if i could make it go away, i would.

but the truth is that i cant stand this voice and its highness, and this face and its roundness, and this chest and its fullness, and everything else about the human nest my xx chromosomes live inside to taunt me with the words of everyone who’s ever called me “she” to hurt me or even just because they saw me and thought i was a she, was a her, was a girl.

but really, i can’t blame them because i don’t portray a him, or a he, or a boy, or a me

so i’m just sitting here inside my house that i can no longer leave because of the fear that someone on the street will see me and read me as what i appear to be.

and i’m crying and shaking and writing some shitty piece about my aching to be called boyfriend by my s/o’s, son by my mother, please uncles. call me nephew, please siblings, call me brother.

i cant change my biology

but you can change the words you use and honestly, i’m fucking tired of pretending that i don’t care what you call me because i care so much that at this point i’m only half joking when i say i’m going to kill myself.

i mean, maybe i’m already dying because it feels like i’m choking on every “she” i’m forced to swallow and pretend that i’m not noticing.

so do me a favor.

remember only this if the words i’ve just spoken are already fading from your mind.

please be so kind as to call me boy.

This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks

yknow..i thought of someone after listening to one of the newer p!atd songs and,,,hmm

Zombie apocalypses are curiously lacking a large array of common equipment that could neatly control the situation.

“But we can’t build walls to contain them!”

Moves by truck, train or boat. Ridiculously common. And see those holes on the bottom? Mobile by forklift. Also, HEAVY, even when empty they’re in the tons. If you had some warning you could string these things end to end for miles and human bodies can’t move them. Plus they’re nice and wide so you can comfortably walk on top of them for patrols.

“But we don’t have easy ways to kill them!”

Put the shotgun down you fucking idiot.

No tires to pop. Heavy and slow but inevitable. Climbing required to enter and thus, relatively zombie proof, especially if you spend like an hour to protect the glass.

A lot of large farming equipment can destroy cars.

Want to guess what it’d do to a decaying human body? It’s not pretty.

Now I know what you’re thinking. Merely flattening them with common construction equipment or farming gear isn’t enough.

How about a

tree trimmer that can mulch a tree top to bottom in nothing flat?

OM NOM NOM NOM.

“But we need ways to move a lot of people that zombies can’t stop!”

BEEP BEEP MOTHERFUCKER. Deer don’t have a chance and neither does a zombie.

“But that’s not good enough!”

NOW it’s time to call our friend the military because this ride stops for no one.

Do I need to keep going or is it clear the movies are bullshit yet? Seriously a dozen prepared people with heavy equipment licenses could clear an entire street of zombies AND powerwash it after.

recovering might be easier said than done but that doesn’t mean it can’t be done