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Please get back to me any way you can!
You apparently don’t have a blog on Tumblr and your email seems to not be working.
I need feedback on Hevun’s Rebel ASAP. The more it’s fixed, the better it will be for new readers.
Please get back to me any way you can!
[AN: Hooray. More reading list. I’m still ploughing through Allomancy on a paragraph-a-day basis]
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Sarah thought she was done for, this time. The Criptid creature had been inches away from having her head for a snack. But then, something invisible turned the tables in a more permanent eye-for-an-eye fashion by literally bashing its head off with a big stick.
Sarah recovered her weapon and dealt with the last few stragglers.
The invisible thing faded into view.
“All bad guys
Read more »Read more »“I feel like I am just footsteps away from either screaming in fury or breaking down into body-shaking tears… and I’m not sure which. But you’d never tell it by looking at me. I’m good at bottling things up and repressing my reactions. For a while anyway; every bottle breaks eventually, no matter how sturdy its glass. I don’t know when I began this habit, or why I keep doing it, but
Steam Powered Giraffe are in the x-verse, only they’re really mechanical men (made by someone with Forge-like skill) or living-metal mutants (similar to Colossus). Your choice.
“Sara… What the hell?”
“Dun ma'e me smi'e…” Sara said, drawing on her face with metallic paint. She was wearing, amongst other things, a corset, a frilly skirt, striped stockings, and accessories apparently made of gears.
“You know you can just program your holographic emitter to do
Read more »Jacqui, the blackie, the lackey named Pertwee (and yes I know she’s a she! :P) and the almost comical bond formed watching the terrorist let loose in a crafts store.
[AN: Can we not have racist (or any –ist) words in submissions, please? No matter how cute it might be that it rhymes, it is not a nice word.]
John Smith had come to catch the mutant out. He still suspected that Scott Summers was somehow cheating, even after
Read more »Norwegian TV Station to Air Five Straight Hours of Competitive Knitting
Read more »Ah, Norway! Land of my people! A Norwegian television station has announced that they plan to broadcast the world knitting record for the fastest time from "sheep to actual finished sweater"--earmarking a full five contiguous hours for the purpose. That's five hours of shearing, spinning, and knitting (plus four hours of fleece-themed knitting pre-show). On TV.*sheds tear* My country!
...so it's a knitting Triathlon?
This is
reblogging for Da
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Good idea, wrong innovator. Bonus if you can use a member of the new recruits not normally given a starring role. Details please.
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{trickle trickle trickle trickle DOONK}
Jamie leaned back in appreciation. He made it work! He made something work! And it was beautiful.
“What the hell, Squirt?”
“It’s an office meditation toy,” he announced. Sure, this one was made out of whatever he could scrounge, but the finished product… was going to
Read more »Dust.
People tend to think about the big things, when it comes to the perils of space travel. Meteors. Solar flares. Stresses on the air tanks. Sparks in unwanted places.
Few ever ponder that a crew might encounter trouble with their own epithelial cloud.
Five year missions were the maximum, after the trouble had been discovered, of course. People who got dandruff either had to shave (carefully!), vacuum, or pass on the idea of going into space in the first place.
Filters
Read more »When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that’s a bore. Eh?
Worlds can not be built. That sort of thing takes millions of years, and no known cogniscents are willing to wait that long.
They can, however, be tailored.
The most famous group for doing this are the Archivaas. A human-descended cult of collecting, collating, storing and sorting records and information of all kinds. As a preventative measure against data loss, post Shattering, much akin to
Read more »An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My first ever SPG fanfic. Yay!
[apologies in advance to Bunny, as I have probably done her a disservice with this fic]
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Read more »21 years ago there was a container spilt at sea containing thousands of bright yellow rubber duckies as well as frogs and turtles. Scientists are still using the data from where they are found to make better charts of ocean currents and point out anomalies and there were notices posted on loads of beaches of a number to call and where to find the duck’s serial number to make sure it was from the spill.
Most have been recovered, but
The Deluxe Pin-up dollmaker is out now. c:
i gave mine a mustache because i am a boy.
Too accurate.
awwwwyeeeeeeaahh

…Assuming I lost all fat (and possibly some internal organs) and about 20 years… I might look a little like that. Maybe.
Read more »Read more »Ladies and Gentlemen, the Prime Minister of Australia kicking ass and taking names (mostly Tony Abbott’s.
Easily one of my favorite moments of 2012.
The fact that she’s a prime minister and not a president makes this even more awesome.
That means that she’s actually taking a risk with this speech - she’s speaking to the people with the power to boot her out of office at the drop of a hat.
But she decided