theres a new product by verzion called “hum” that allows your parents to track your car and places you go, if your parents are controlling like mine please check under your steering wheel to make sure that they havent installed this
here is what it looks like installed:
you can read more about it here, and here- this excerpt sums up what information Hum will send:
“a car’s owner will be able to get notified on their phone when the vehicle leaves a pre-determined area or drives faster than a set speed… [Hum] will enable location tracking and a driving log, which measures travel times, engine idle times, and average speeds.”
People in abusive relationships, please check your cars.
I also accidentally befriended a pro Widowmaker by the name of Belpheagor. She kept landing headshots on me and after like the 6th time I wrote in the chat, “Widow plz” because I know from prior experience that it tends to work.
She wrote back, “Mercy I’m sorry, but I have to.” After that she only landed body shots on me, but she was definitely more hesitant to land any shots on me.
Later, I was going around the back of the point to try and get to someone and I ran point blank into her. She stared at me through her scope for a few seconds; I “Hello!”ed to try and pull on her heartstrings. She shot the Pharah coming up behind me, gave me a look, and then grappled away.
She wrote in the chat, “Did you see how I didn’t shoot you” and next thing I know I had a friend request from her.
2017, understand that, given the shit you have inherited from your immediate predecessors, you are considered guilty until proven innocent. You carry this burden.
I’m here for “intimidating” girls. The “I thought you were mean when I first saw you” girls. The girls with “Resting Bitch™” faces. The girls that scare the men that try to catcall them. The girls that stand in their strong ass opinions. The girls that take no shit and get called a Bitch™ for it.
I love y'all and I hope y'all have a good day today.
and this, emphasized for black girls
My nickname around town used to be Miin the Bitch and I wore it with pride.
Anonymous asked: Sooooo, for the sake of pain, can I have a Nat/Clint fic for the OTP song thing for "Castle of Glass" by Linkin Park
*cackling* All right, let’s play. Trigger warning for…Red Room shit. There’s more of this story, of course, after the events of the last scene, but I felt like this was a good place to end it.
Bring me home in a blinding dream, Through the secrets that I have seen Wash the sorrow from off my skin And show me how to be whole again
‘Cause I’m only a crack in this castle of glass Hardly anything there for you to see
She is very small when she learns what they mean, the words inscribed
over the curve of her hipbone. Not the
words themselves—they’re not Russian, not even the right alphabet, her parents
say they’re French and she wonders
what it means. But they are her soulmate,
her parents say. Someday, somewhere,
someone will say them to her, and that will be the person the universe has
created just for her.
She smiled and traces her fingers over the words, over and over, and
wonders who it will be.
And then her life catches fire and burns to ash, and she is taken away
by a tall man with a solemn face, and given a new name.
Natalia grows up, and learns, and fights, and bleeds.
