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There was a hole in Bayville. It went, more or less in a straight line, through thirteen buildings along Aster Row. In the rubble at one end, Freddy Dukes, aka The Blob. At the other end, a titanic green giant who called herself She Hulk.

In this case, the irresistible force won out against the immovable object.

But not for long.

Freddy picked himself up and started running. In most cases, a five-hundred pound teen attempting to run is a cause for hilarity. Not in this case. In this case, a five-hudred pound teen both running and gaining speed is a cause for steadily-growing, pants-wetting terror.

She Hulk almost didn’t see him coming. And when she did, she forgot one, very key factor.

The immovable object always has inertia on its side.

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Therapy. It was supposed to help. Precisely, it was supposed to help Sara behave more like the average human on the streets and, in mother’s mind, make her look like one, too.

She’d so far been diagnosed with -amongst other things- an eating disorder she didn’t have, caused by the appointment being before lunch, but going through lunchtime. The therapist for that session ate a sandwich in front of her and didn’t allow

littleredhasalife:

cumberlockme:

Ok guys so I am doing a science.
It’s for my sexuality unit of my psychology class.

I want you to Reblog this post if you’ve heard AND believe in the existence of Asexuality.

I want you to like this post if you have either never heard the term, or if you don’t believe in it.

Please help with the science.
Thanks

Demisexual here, so yes.

I’m aware of and have passing knowledge about pretty