youcannot-tamethegodof-mischief:
What is this sanity you speak of?
[I’m still laughing…]
#owmyribs







youcannot-tamethegodof-mischief:
What is this sanity you speak of?
[I’m still laughing…]
#owmyribs







i hate my linear algebra textbook

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[AN: Strictly for biological accuracy, the Blue Heeler, like all dogs in Aus, is an import. The emu has been here since they evolved]
Charlotte awoke to the distinctive sounds of emus trying to get into her tomatoes. Since those tomatoes were behind glass, that was a very distinctive sound indeed.
Bloody fuzzy dinosaurs had figured out yet another way to escape, but they could never figure out that glass got in the way of them pinching her crops.
She did
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casual transmisogyny, cissexism,and racism on my dash
notice the lack of WOC in this PSA. white women have structural privilege over MOC and make more money that them on average. And yes there are women with penises who are trying to get into the job sector, but they are more likely to be murdered or be homeless than even be offered a decent starting salary for any job
Someone needs to do an “add bleach” or “add
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There was a way past the enclosure. He knew it. It was why he tested parts of it on a daily basis. The soft ones on the other side would gasp and coo and take photographs. The little ones would shriek and squeak when his foot came against the barrier.
Many had to be stopped from throwing food.
They couldn’t know. They didn’t know.
He was a monster.
Once, long ago, his kind roamed the entire earth.
Read more »Could someone please tell me why the band kept petting the Christmas trees?
Everyone likes the feel of fir :D
Read more »As of this moment, four hundred lovely peeps have downloaded a copy of Hevun’s Rebel [still available for free at Smashwords!] and I couldn’t be happier.
Thankyou. Thankyou all :)
I certainly hope you’re enjoying it.
Tell your friends if you are :D Tell them if you think it’d be right up their alley. Tell them if you reckon it might be a welcome change of pace for them.
Share and enjoy, eh?
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It was amazing how quickly the humans could clear a space when they put their minds to it. And equally amazing how they could turn all of the matter they cleared into building materials. Even the twigs normally used for traditional nesting habits amongst the Numidid… the humans ground to powder, sealed with glue, and turned them into amazingly straight planks.
The leaves were allowed to rot and produce ‘mulch’, a protective covering that allowed desired plants to
Read more »Most sci-fi universes either use FTL travel, or involve long trips in suspended animation to go to new planets. Why not both?
Science moves faster than space travel, and an FTL ship overtakes a stasis ship from the same planet.
[AN: Working top-down from my inbox because our internet is being a shitty-head]
Fiction became fact so fast that fiction itself had been abandoned. Except for soap operas. Nothing could kill them.
But there were still the beloved classics, and humankind carried
Read more »There’s more than a little casual-brutality-against-women scattered throughout the pages of Girl Genius. Even with the fact that ladies are capable of fighting back I found it… disturbing.
So I flipped the tables a little too heavily there. I wanted Klaus to go from Lord-in-his-own-right to dirt-beneath-the-sandals and figure how he’d manage to turn this to his advantage in the fulness of time. That, and highlight the turning point where Klaus changes from Being Along For The
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Scott adjusted his tie before he rounded the corner. There was Sam Adrien, looking his usual dapper self, and another man in the kind of suit that didn’t need much in the way of thought. Black and white. With a black tie.
He was too short and too muscular to be the urban horror figure of Slenderman, and too relaxed to be FBI. Or at least, FBI on duty.
“Ah, Scott. This is the young fellow I was
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The view out the window and the scent of the air. There was no doubt about it. This was the lost civilisation of Skifander. A low-quality brigadoon one could only stumble onto when one became lost in the southern Americas.
“Good. You are awake. You are in luck, stranger. The Queen Herself has selected you as her mate. Should you survive your injuries.”
This was one of the Interpreters. Those who had picked up the languages of lost travellers
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