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I run where the darker crowds run, on the rain-swept streets where the black rain runs. I see things the darker kids see, though you wouldn't believe all that's happened to me. I've been to the back-side of Hell and I've played with your fear and enjoyed it well. This; our time, the night; our day - we'll dance this fading life away...
I am wolf. I am ghost. I am Wendigo. I am demon. I have D.I.D.
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This week, Army Captain Steve Voglezon is being called a hero for pulling a trapped couple to safety after coming across a fiery car wreckage.
According to WNCN, William Thompson, 67, was driving his wife Kathleen, 63, through Chatham County, North Carolina on Sunday afternoon when another driver, Mark Ricketts, 59, crossed into their lane, smashed into their Acura sedan head-on and flipped his silver Chrysler SUV.
Both vehicles went up in flames.
Luckily, Captain Voglezon – who was fatefully wearing a ‘Captain America’ T-shirt – drove passed the scene while headed to the mall with his girlfriend and ran to help.
Video taken by a witness shows Voglezon grab a fire extinguisher and use it to smash the windows of the couple’s car before pulling out Mr. Thompson and dragging him to a safe distance away from the fire. He then returns to the wreckage to do the same for Thompson’s wife.
‘Had I not been a soldier I would not have known what to do,’ he told ABC News. ‘The Army has helped a lot.’
HIS NAME IS STEVE
“how did the human race survive for 200,000 years without vaccines?” by reproducing early and dying young have fun churning your butter
Gratuitous amounts of inbreeding and not naming their children until they were at least 1 year old to avoid becoming attached to them just in case they caught whooping cough, mono, measles, mumps, polio, the plague, scarlet fever, yellow fever, west nile virus, or the common fucking cold and died
don’t forget dysentery, cholera, diphtheria, malaria, typhoid, influenza, syphilis and SMALLPOX. But no, the Chinese were experimenting with insufflation as early as 1549 FOR FUN not because, you know, they didn’t want their outer layers of skin to detach from their face and become a giant bag of pus
But tell me again about that one study that says vaccines cause autism
tell me again how you’ve never been sick a day in your life and you don’t get vaccines
by all means, please, help yourself to this grab-bag of historical diseases so we can all watch you projectile-vomit black blood, mummify in as little as two hours, bleed profusely from the guts, hemorrhage beneath the skin or suffocate from the membrane growing in your throat
it can be educational for all of us
Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move
Gotta try it
I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with.
Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path.
Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!”
I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way.
Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze.
Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note.
I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston.
I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible.
Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.
That last sentence.
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not because they’re extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.
I love sleeve smacking people
like flippity flop you need to stop
whippity whap dont talk crap
long term effects of emotional abuse:
- a distrust in your perceptions
- a tendency to be fearful or on guard
- self-consciousness or fear of how you are coming across
- an inability to be spontaneous
- a distrust of people and in future relationships
- anger that bursts out unexpectedly
- sensitivity to anyone trying to control you
Wow. We are six for six. Outstanding.
I didn’t even connect these things in myself to being from emotional abuse, because it was friends who did it. Although we mostly speak of emotional abuse coming from parents/family/significant others, it can happen with literally any kind of relationship. Friends, community/religious leaders, mentors, bosses, coworkers, anyone.
God, I love the ocean
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