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doomsday preppers always keeping rusty tins of food in their basement but never building springhouses and smokehouses and paddocks for future livestock those canned peaches are only going to bring you so far babe

are you going to study medicinal herbs and their cultivation or are you just going to keep stockpiling weapons like a little bitch

going to shoot your way out of an infected cut, dumbass?

Doomsday preppers who stockpile shit like weapons and canned food/MREs aren’t preparing for rebuilding society or even being self-sufficient - they are preparing to seize power and force other people to provide for them.

The Civil War Trust has been in the ongoing process of compiling a to-do list for the 150th anniversary. It’s overwhelmingly massive already, but apparently there will be 1400 items on it by the end of the sesquicentennial (one for each day!). There’s a print out version, which is still frighteningly long, but at 400 items it seems a bit more manageable. I’m not sure how they separated these 400 from the leftover 1000, but I imagine there might have been some logic to it. Maybe.

Anyway, the best thing about the printable version is that it’s actually a checklist! Meaning, crazy people like me can use it to keep score of their 150th experiences. It’s very useful.

In an effort to be more organized and also to seem like an interesting, normal person who doesn’t just sit in her bedroom with her Lee and Grant finger puppets and cry over books about Lincoln, I’ve decided I might start blogging about my efforts to tackle the Essential To-Do List. You know, to prove to you all that I do go outside, even if outside consists of staring at pieces of land where soldiers once fought.

It’ll be fun?

cheese–girl:

Date idea: you take me to a bookstore and treat me to a new book and I suck your dick when we get home

blusargcnt:

Eric bittle my beloved

peachyteabuck:

summary:Shitty, shitty bars can still have pretty, pretty bartenders. 

Carol’s got a night off and you work as a bartender while you study to become a statistician. A one-night stand situation.

pairing:Carol Danvers x Reader

words:2,592

trigger warnings: one-night stands, daddy kink, light choking, strap ons, angst if you really squint

notes:this was written for @shay-iamiam ‘s 800 follower writing challenge. my prompt was “i have a name, and it’s not sweetheart” and has been bolded within the fic !!

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The walk is about three and a half blocks, the hood of her AIR FORCE hoodie pulled up the whole time as if to dare any pick pocket and low life in the city to test her self-defense abilities. Nobody she passes looks at her for more than half a second, just how she wants it.

In front of her destination is a neon sign that’s nearly dulled - as if too old to support its own brightness anymore. It’s almost hidden among the other, flashier billboards and car lights and God knows what else the civilians in this town use to be seen these days. Regardless, it catches Carol’s eye.

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i miss her.. and not in a “we haven’t talked in a while” way because we talk almost daily.. i miss being in the same room has her… i miss seeing her smile and hearing her laughing in front of me instead of through earbuds.. i miss her calming presence that makes my heart flutter and everything feel like the warmth and brightness of sitting in that one sun spot on the couch during a nice spring day… i miss us just walking and her talking about anything honestly.. like the cool facts about the abandoned buildings we went to on our last date.. basically i miss her.. a lot.. and she’s pretty much all i think about..

losing my mind i just saw a candid riki pic and has he gotten even taller???? the way i had to hold back a shriek of pure terror oml

corazon: DOB! you ran off to kill katie pearlhead, this is the worst killing i’ve ever seen!!!!!

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