I worked in a factory, where the owners were slave drivers who didn't care
about their 'employees'. They just wanted everyone to work as hard as
physically possible, and then work a bit more.
There was a kebab shop out the back of the factory (a medieval style one
, not a neon signed modern tacky one) where they branded people's
hands. It was just as painful to watch as it was to have done.
All the bosses were power hungry dark humoured men, so they made
me watch my brother Robert getting branded. He was crying and
screaming from the pain, so they just held the hot iron against his skin
for longer. I covered him in cold water to help with the pain. I was of
course punished for this. I was made to watch all the other branding.
One person tried to quit to avoid punishment. We were all in the main
hall. They made him stand up, at which point he declared retirement.
The bosses dragged him to the kebab shop and branded his mouth.
The heat from the iron melted his lips together. The senior workers
found the irony of him not being able to say he wanted to quit again
While they were laughing and he was crying, I looked around to realise
that that last display had broken the spirits of the workers. They
had only just accepted that even if they earned enough money to
not need the job any more, they would still not leave. I couldn't
just sit there and watch the last of their hope drain away.
I stood up in the middle of the hall and quit. Giving a motivational
speech about how even though we were weaker, had no weapons,
and weren't in control, there were more of us and we could take them
down if we just joined forces.
The bosses were surprised. They hadn't been stood up to before,
and certainly not by a scrawny girl. They just watched the workers
as they marched out the back onto the playground, and stood
The owners right hand man threatened to kill me. He grabbed a
staple gun off one of the work tops and started shooting staples
at me. I tried to reason with him. He hesitated for a second
lowering the staple gun. In that second I grabbed him and kissed
him, pushing my body against his to distract him. At this point
Robert swung a hammer at the man's back so hard that I felt
the vibration of his ribs splitting.
As we started to leave the hall two more henchmen came. These
ones had a knife gun so we ran like hell. I wiggled through a
maze of hallways trying to lose the men, but ended up losing
Robert. I found a girl crying, so grabbed her hand and dragged her
along behind me. We continued to run through the building, through
winding hallways, with no real sense of where we were or where we were
We ran out of a door, to see a girl with purple hair starting up her car.
The two of us jumped into the passenger seat (it was a 2 seater) and
she immediately drove off. One of the henchmen who had been right
behind us the whole time shot his knife gun, firing a knife straight
through the purple haired girl's head. I slid my body under hers and
took over driving, while trying to comfort the other girl who was now sat
next to me crying. To calm her down I told her we'd maker sure the
purple haired girl's memory lived on through us. We decided that we
would name our first born daughters after her. We rummaged through
her glove compartment to find her drivers license. Her name was
Lemon And Lime. We decided not to name our children after her...
After a week we decided to go back. The playground was a mess of
bodies. I started to cry. The bodies stood up and walked towards me.
I started freaking out. They kept chanting 'it is over' in emotionless
voices. They were grey and their eyes were empty. I tried to shout at
them to leave me alone. I couldn't attack them. These were the factory
workers that my stubbornness had killed. They crowded round me.
Repeating 'it is over'. I cried. One of the younger boys turned to me
and said 'we aren't his workers. We are an army. We are your army now'.
He smiled.| reblog
Posting just so I can show Harry my dreams…
I’ve unfollowed all of you
And I’m not going to post after this one
I don’t have time to waste anymore1 | reblog
Anonymous asked: Do u have feelings 4 any1 ?
Anonymous asked: does it surprise you at all that some guys felt overtly sexual about you? I'm sure you get alot of attention from those guys
It doesn’t surprise me because most guys are horny as anything so will hit on pretty much anyone. I have male friends so I know how you think, and who you think about all the time1 | reblog
Warning, this is gonna be a tl;dr
Brain- If you want to put brains on your face be my guest, won’t make you any prettier. Medicines, seriously, which ones?
Blood- Pasta? What the fuck kind of pasta has blood in it. Imitation eggs and cake mixes clearly don’t either. Dyes and inks don’t any more. The only time blood is used for ink is in horror moovies. I don’t know shit about adhesives, but it’s entirely avoidable.
Hooves/horns- Photo film, nope. Wallpaper, nope. Plywood, nope. Shampoo and conditioner, what the hell! All the other stuff, just no. Hooves and horns are in none of those that I have ever seen, so it’s clearly possible to use the products without the cow ingredients.
Internal organs- No longer used for strings as cheaper alternatives are used (apart from in rare cases). Used to be used for hormones and enzymes etc, no longer needed, we’ve done the research and moved on.
Milk- Again, it is possible to get all of these products without the milk in.
Manure- Using manure is not anti-vegan. It just makes sense.
Bones- Glass? Serious? Again for all of these, vegan materials can be used instead.
Hair- Right if anyone who has reblogged this has insulated their house with cows hair I will eat a fucking steak.
Skin- Yeah it’s used for sweets, here’s a crazy idea, eat the ones without gelatin? Haribo and Percy Pigs both have vegan versions.
Fat- Chewing gum no longer contains this (in the UK anyway). Candles, nope. All those smelly/spray/cleaning things, no longer use animal fat in them, not that I was aware they ever did. Crayons, nope. Cosmetics, nope. Cement, nope. Insulation? Again, if any of you have it I’ll eat a steak. Textiles? If any of you wear cow fat, or have cow hat cushions I will have an epic meal time style sandwich.
But guys, feel free to correct me anywhere I’m wrong. Always up for a bit of education. My point is none of these are necessary, half of them aren’t even true.
(Source: orangieporangiepuddingpie)57 | reblog
dougmore asked: :'( damnit i tried to keep it a secret
My gaydar is always dead on, sorry sunshine| reblog
Anonymous asked: 'and ended up getting a flat with etc' a mouldy council flat paid for by the government doesnt count as something romantic or landmark, jokes on you
Lol, it was a flat we got through an estate agent, it wasn’t a council flat, and WE paid for it. He was working full time, and I was working full time as well as studying. And it was pretty damn romantic.| reblog
dougmore asked: haha shh noone's supposed to know it'a a LGBT fox ;D
shh you lesbian, everyone already knows your secret| reblog