YEAAAHHH I HAVE THE SAME REACTION OMMFG

I feel attacked

Are you even a lesbian if you aren’t pissed off all the time?

Dan + being obliviously photographed

Just Glue Yourself Together

so I was reading this post https://officialleehadan.tumblr.com/post/172812798273/claws-i-am-so-sorrrry-prrt-ts-growled-panic its a good “humans are weard” post and you should check it out. 

the basic premise was that humans are weird because they heal from injuries. while I find the idea that aliens would have no healing abilities far-fetched. I could see how a planet like earth where life is based on violent competition may evolve a superior healing ability. Most alien race’s may be closer to haemophiliacs by human standards. 

as i was thinking this my bad habit of putting way to much stuff on the shelf over my pc came to bite me in the ass. long story short an avalanche of stuff fell on me and a crafts knife ended up cutting my hand. (nothing to worry about)

but its what I did next that I think an alien race could be interested in. i super glued the cut close.

so just think of this

human jess is working on a spaceship engine when her alien co-worker yelps in pain then starts to panic. the alien has a small half inch cut on an appendage. though its panic it sobs out “i’ll never make it to the med bay in time. it’s to far”

human jess, however, reaches into her tool bag and pulls out a small tube of super glue and just glues the cut closed. 

the alien crew is stunned shour this Cyanoacrylate left a bad looking scar but once applied it lengthened the time needed to get to a healer from 1-30 minutes (depending on the severity of the haemorrhage) to hours or even days. 

at the next human spaceport, the ships captain orders enuff superglue so that each crewman has 5 tubes, and adds a tube of the life-saving liquid to the standard uniform. from then on any crewman without a tube was considered out of uniform.

They are so precious

Giving The People What They Want

what a blessed video

@danielhowell  @amazingphil

Ugh it is, you know I live my lif elike this right now, I would like to be a teacher, but I dont wanna study, so I will finish my apprenticeship and then first of all go to Africa, after that I might work part time and start working on becoming a teacher. Or Ill just stay in Africa if I do like it there.

I'm kind of really not on board with spending the rest of my life in an office

like, the idea of waking up at 6 every day, working from 8 to 17 and then going home just to have dinner and go to bed, and occasionally taking a week off to take a vacation??? I hate it. That's not how I wanna live my life. It sound ask suffocating and I have no idea how I could ever be happy like that.

“If I were to stop here, you’d be the troubled one, right?”

I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. Sometimes I would imagine myself in other roles, but I would always go back to teacher.

Today, for 17 minutes, a small group of people gathered on my college campus in solidarity with the school walkouts occurring across the country. It was a simple affair – one girl said a few words, a priest said a prayer, and then we stood in silence for the remaining 4 minutes.

Those 17 minutes, they’ve hit me hard. I’ve never experienced gun violence, never known anyone involved in a school shooting. But one thought kept turning around in my head: I don’t want this responsibility. I don’t want “willingness to stand between a student and a gun” written in my job description. It shouldn’t have to be. I want to be a teacher because I want to see students’ eyes light up, NOT the other way around. Is that so much to ask?

I still want to teach. Nothing will change that. I know that school shootings don’t happen every day, that I will likely never have to witness one. I walked into a public school every day for 13 years and never felt unsafe. But, frankly, so did the kids at Parkland. At Sandy Hook. Every one of those schools.

I was lucky. I still am lucky. But it never should have been about luck. School safety should be a given.

Today, think about the students. But also think about the teachers. The administrators. The nurse. The janitor. The cafeteria workers. The librarian. Think about the adults in the building. Think about every person in your school that you took for granted. Do you want “willingness to stand between a student and a gun” written in their job description? Because that’s what it’s come down to.

Something needs to change.

Oh thats me

Well, i mean the distant and cold, cery attractive, sarcastic, badass lesbian with questionable morals

My type is more like a cute sweet, but still kind if outspoken, nice and understandable woman

My type: Distant/cold and very attractive sarcastic badass lesbians with questionable morals

I want to try an experiment

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