Guess what that means.
Another week of staying in my house and trying not to hump anything that moves.
Yay.
“As I said, I was not scolding. And our pack isn’t saintly. We just know how to abide by the rules in order to coexist peacefully with humans. This,” she said, gesturing to the car, “Can be forgiven because you did not know. But now you do. And it’s just a warning. If you intend to stay more than one day, you abide the rules. If not, you’ll suffer the consequences, either the pack’s or the hunters’.”
“Who exactly are these hunters?” Ruben asked walking away from the car and to the woman. “Would they be any different from the pack?” He had a mild interest for this town. It seemed small enough where he could really shift its focus out.
“The hunters are humans. They differ from the pack in the way that they believe anything not human deserves to be hunted and killed. The pack’s relationship with them is on shaky ground, which is why deaths won’t be tolerated. Hence the warning.”
“I know. I’m just warning you.”
“Warning taken and noted.” She rolls her eyes at that.
Moon puffed out a breath. “Lead the way, fashion guru.”
why can’t we all just ship our ships and not be assholes to each other
TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE
The asshole holding the sign that says You Deserve Rape is Dean Saxton, he attends the University of Arizona and goes by the name of “Brother Dean Samuel” That’s also him with the racist ass “Ghettopoly”
Per the comment on Buzzfeed
“I can’t wait till he graduates college and a future employer finds all this crap. No one’s going to want to take on this sexual harassment/racist liability. I say we KEEP publishing this stuff, KEEP his name out there, and ensure he dies in a gutter with only his disgusting sign to keep him warm.”
What better place to put it than tumblr?
Please reblog
Maybe we can make this the new “Mitt Romney sucks pass it on”
this dude stinks pass it on
Pass it on
(Source: spectorette)
“Right. Staring at underwear designed for girls half my size always makes me feel feminine.” She huffed out a sigh. “Fine. But only, like, full underwear. No thongs or G strings. None of those ones that show half your ass cheek.
Lydia rolls her eyes. ”They have those too.”
“I know. I’m just warning you.”
… Lydia takes a visible step back with her face displaying horror. ”No. No it’s not. We’ll go to a lingerie store. And you can find something there.”
“No. No way. You couldn’t drag me into a lingerie store.”
“You’ll enjoy it, Moon. Nothing could ever make you feel more feminine.”
“Right. Staring at underwear designed for girls half my size always makes me feel feminine.” She huffed out a sigh. “Fine. But only, like, full underwear. No thongs or G strings. None of those ones that show half your ass cheek.
