celticpyro:

Friendly reminder that “emotional labor” refers to jobs that deal heavily with PR and bedside manner and require people to be polite and amicable even when the stress of their work makes them want to act otherwise (e.g. customer service, nurse/doctor, etc)

It doesn’t refer to EVERY instance where you want to be a rude little bitch to someone but can’t.

general-sleepy:

Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”

Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.

Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?

libertarirynn:

daeva-agas:

switch-up-snowfox:

jlongbone:

libertarirynn:

I don’t think I’ve ever been more viscerally angry about a Facebook recipe video. This shit burned my crops and stole my firstborn. I am absolutely appalled by this level of disrespect. I’m ready to fight.

why are all these recipes a slow decent into madness??

>Cake recipe

okay i wonder what kind of disaster this will be.

>Ketchup

I WANT OFF

>Water as the wet ingredient

WHAT DID I JUST FUCKING SAY

>That many fucking spices

Sweet lord man have you heard of “consistent flavor?”

>Mustard

GET ME OFF MR. BONE’S WILD RIDE

>Adding the sugar in stages

Hey, first smart thing this person has done.

Conclusion?

Baking soda is not the same as baking powder? Huh. Never knew that. Always assumed they’re the same damn thing.

Also. Is this a real recipe or an April Fool prank? 

Definitely not. Baking soda and baking powder have completely different effects on recipes.

voidbat:

ivankitsune:

mishakoalins:

A default ring tone is heard. 100 moms look at their purses.

I’ve actually played the default iPhone ringtone at full blast at Jo-Ann’s during a quick shopping trip.  Just so I could make them slow down to dig their purses out from under a giant pile of bulk fabric, so I could get to the only open checkout lane with my ten items before I had to spend half an hour waiting for them.

I am, in fact, going to hell. But I’m having fun on the way I guess.

…you’re a fucking genius.