I've Been Saying This For Years, But We (at Least In America) Live In A Society Designed Around Cars.

I've been saying this for years, but we (at least in america) live in a society designed around cars. I imagine it was for the sake of freedom for those who desired to go where tracks did not, but now we're just back to predestined locations on roads with the illusion of freedom.

Sure, I can hop on a train and go somewhere, but if I need to go into town to do something, there isn't a train that takes me there. Trains are only viable for longer distances, and that's terrible. I suppose that's what busses are for, but I like the idea of just hopping on a train and going to work, or down to the store, or whatever. But it's just not built that way. Take out two lanes of the freeway and throw a train on there with stops at each exit and then we'll be talking.

God I fucking love trains. I would ditch the ability to drive if I could just take a train everywhere.

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I donated plasma today. It was very easy, and I was even compensated. I highly recommend looking into ways to donate plasma in your area, not just because it's a quick and easy way to get a bit of money in your pocket (which I sorely needed right now), but because plasma is commonly used to help people going through traumatic injuries.

From the Red Cross Blood Donation website: "Plasma is commonly given to trauma, burn and shock patients, as well as people with severe liver disease or multiple clotting factor deficiencies. It helps boost the patient's blood volume, which can prevent shock, and helps with blood clotting."

I try my best to help people when I can. It just feels good to help people. I've never really been in a financial spot to donate or anything, but if I can do this, then I'd say I've still helped someone in need out there.

At least, that's what I think.

(I don't mean to clutter up my page with non-creative stuff, but I just felt like talking about this. I love helping people, no matter how big or small it may be. The way I see it is that I would be happy if someone was willing to help me, so I would want to do the same for someone else. Even if they don't know me, or if I don't know them, we're all in it together on this spinning rock in space.)

Opened tumblr and got absolutely jumpscared by this

I get that you're excited about the One Piece show, Tumblr, but jesus christ, warn a guy first, ok?

Beneath Their Masks Chapter 2 is Up!

I think I'm gonna start putting a little excerpt from the chapter in these posts. Anyway, the chapter is up! Sorry it's so late (timewise, I think I'm still on time in some timezones) but ya know. Ya know? Anyway, please enjoy!

It’s all quiet in the Niijima home. There’s a slight din from the apartment's fan, but the only other sounds that can be heard are the quiet scratching of pencil on paper and leather creaking. Makoto is studying at the dining room table as Ann lazes around on the couch, quietly playing a game.

Makoto had been on the same problem for what seems like 10 minutes. It wasn’t particularly difficult, but for whatever reason, Makoto couldn’t focus on what the answer could be. She scanned her textbook. She reread the question. She put pencil to paper to force her brain to catch up. Nothing. Just a dot of graphite, mocking her.

She dropped her pencil and put a hand to her forehead, keeping her head from falling.

Ann looked up upon hearing the clatter and frustrated grunt from the direction of the dining room.

“All good, babe?” Ann called.

Makoto clenched her teeth. She loved Ann, she really did, but now was not the time.

“Yes.” Makoto lied.

This gives me an idea...

lil doodle I made of my favorite gays (plus otp), k bye