damn
It’s what I’ve been trying to say, people speak to you about ferguson about Brazil about Ukraine but venezuela is also going through a harsh dictatorship, young students are been murdered by the military authorities and police, the media has shut down all of this and tumbrl hasn’t been of much help everytime there is a post about venezuela it gets so little notes like it’s not important and it’s been going on for the longest time , everyday we go through violence, there’s murders and Robbery on the streets at every turn, robberies murders and rape INSIDE college walls. People can’t study the career the want for their future because you have to pick “the safest college” and that’s the one where you’ll just get mugged and not raped or murdered, there’s no food in the supermarkets and we have daily light and water rationing everyday the front page of ALL the news papers are MURDERS or RAPE or MINOR ABUSE but nobody tells you about us, and if you think we’re not important, FUCK YOU
Sorry if you find the tagging disrespectful, but it’s the only way this will be heard, I’m tired of my country’s situation being ignoredPlease my followers, reblog this PLEASE
Wtf
Viking men were also heavily tattooed but their most striking and fearsome fashion statement was their gnashers.
They would file horizontal lines into the enamel on their front teeth and paint in red resin. Gareth Williams (curator of the exhibition, Vikings: life and legend) says: “That’s like your punk sticking a safety pin through his nose. It would have been very uncomfortable and it’s quite deliberately saying ‘If I’m prepared to do this to myself, what am I going to do to you?’.” (Source)
Special design to hold a sanitary napkin in place. Therefore, no need to worry about it slipping out of place during menstruation. Has a swelling in the crotch as a fake male genitalia. Feel more comfortable in a gym or when you receive a massage.Here comes new underwear finally designed for FtM.
※ an artificial genital (included)
1.Pocket in the middle to insert artificial genital.
2.Elastic strap to hold sanitary napkin.
3.Sanitary can be firmly held. No slipping out.
THAT IS SO COOL
OK NOW I KNOW HOW THIS WORKS. OMG. SO yes, you could definitely use cloth pads with this. and you could potentially use this same method for boxers and bigger briefs.
If you and your 42 classmates disappeared on your way to school, wouldn’t you want people to look for you?
If your child was burn to death, wouldn’t you want justice?
If your mom or sister was one of the thousands of women brutally murdered every single day, wouldn’t you want justice?
If your dad was one of the men they hung from bridges, wouldn’t you want justice?
This is what México is fighting for, every day tragedies where the state is involved, wake the fuck up!!!
do you ever think about how super fucked up danny phantom is
a 14-year-old boy fucking dies in a tragic lab accident, but the accident happens halfway into an alternate dimension, so he is both killed (in one dimension) and not killed (in the other). danny is literally schrodinger’s boy — both dead and alive. he’s a living corpse possessed by his own ghost.
DUDE WHAT
thinksquad wrote:
A California-based group has distributed and trained some Ferguson residents on how to use body cameras to record police.
Copwatch raised more than $6,000 to purchase 110 of the small devices to give to residents over the weekend, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch reported (http://bit.ly/1uswQXx).
resistencia
this is smart. The police won’t wear them? okay, then the residents will wear them and still catch you doing dirt
!!!!!!ATTENTION!!!!!!!
The vine you see on the left is a video of people protesting in New York. It is a very real thing. HOWEVER, the Vine on the right is FAKE. It has the exact same audio as the vine on the left. The audio was taken from the real vine and put over a video of the Rockefeller tree lighting performance.
PLEASE SPREAD THIS AROUND. don’t let people be misled
I hate that I laughed at this
“Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there,” and another one appears. And dodges the downward sweep of claws, darting to the side, bouncing off the pentagram’s barriers, and tripping over the demon’s tail. “In the Vatican!” she cries out as she moves, using the State Farm Agent summoning charm to modify the situation as she was taught, and mentally thanking her trainer for expecting her to be fast enough to do it on the first incantation.
Most State Farm agents, when they run into trouble, have to get the customer to do the jingle a second time. That guy with the buffalo was lucky.
The magic takes hold, and she materializes in the aisle of St. Peter’s Basilica, still holding the demon by the tail, in the middle of Sunday morning Mass. The music clatters unprofessionally to a halt as laypeople, deacons, priests, monks, nuns, and the Pope all turn their attention to the surprised demon whose fifth course of dinner has turned, unaccountably, into a visit to one of his least favorite places on Earth.
There is chanting in Latin, and vaguely cross-shaped gestures, and clouds of incense, and the demon vanishes in a puff of smoke, whether from the efforts of the clergy or of his own volition no one can say. The Agent doesn’t wait, fleeing towards the doors and escaping in the confusion.
She gains the exit and walks, purposefully, toward Rome proper; there, she ducks into the nearest alley. A burner cell phone comes out of one of the less-used pockets of her purse, and she dials a number from memory.
“Allstate,” says a smooth masculine voice after three rings.
“State Farm,” she answers. “I’m calling in a favor.”
“Yeah?” Interest. “What sort?”
As she talks she’s pulling out her smartphone, keying an app that was activated by the summoning, and pulling up the policyholder data that enabled the incantation to work.
“Insurance fraud,” she said, and can almost hear teeth sharpening on the other end of the line. She gives him the name, the address, the policy number. “Someone needs some mayhem.”
“That’s my name,” the man says.
She smiles. “Someone needs all the mayhem.”
He chuckles. Slow. Evil. Even with the echoes of demonic laughter ringing in her ears, she’s impressed. “Don’t worry,” he says, almost purring.
“You’re in good hands.”
