gamzee:

I’m all about human x monster friendships where the human is like “there’s this asshole at work” and the monster is like “should i eat them”

socialjusticekoolaid:

Last Night in Ferguson (10.21.14): A state senator was arrested (and mama may have been legally packing), one of the lead organizers, nettaaaaaaaa, was roughed up by police, and one of the main sources of footage/live feeds, Rebel Z, was detained in what seems to have been an intimidation and straight up harassment tactic. The police are out of control, and it’s only getting worse. If you think this is over, you need to look again. #staywoke #farfromover

Ferguson is still happening. Are you still paying attention?

Tune into Z’s UStream tonight to watch developments live. 

sashayed:

the feeling of incredulous betrayal when someone is like “BEST COVER I’VE EVER HEARD” and it turns out the cover concept is “acoustic guitar, 12x slower, gentle man bleating”

danglingthpider:

porn gives young people an unrealistic and unhealthy idea of how quickly a plumber will come to your house

fatanarchy:

Good luck affording a place to live. Forget being able to fucking eat “healthy” like you’re “supposed to” (aka, morally obligated to).

fatanarchy:

Good luck affording a place to live. Forget being able to fucking eat “healthy” like you’re “supposed to” (aka, morally obligated to).

the awful edges where you end and i begin (1d: z/n)

nicheinhischest-fic:

Zayn plants seven additional tiny infiltration bugs in Niall’s sprawling apartment, but still can’t find the laptop. He stays over too late on a weekend night and finds himself yawning, and Niall gives him a long, considerate look and kisses him once more before he finally, finally drags Zayn into the bedroom for the first time.

Niall’s out like a light in ten minutes flat, and Zayn climbs out of bed and plants two more bugs - one in the room and one in the ensuite bathroom - before crawling back onto the mattress to curl up.

"Bathroom," he mumbles, when Niall turns in his arms and sleepily murmurs an indistinct question.

He falls asleep with Niall wrapped around him, and the gun in his leather messenger bag left in the living room, unused; Niall’s heart beats in his chest like a ticking bomb, and Zayn doesn’t know whether to clip the wires or let the time run out for them both.

Zayn’s a hitman, Niall’s his mark. Nothing goes as planned. Mature. 10k.