i will always reblog this.
Damn straight.
i will always reblog this.
Damn straight.
“…and that’s why I built an extra arm for it, just for high-fives.”
There was a reason the Mark-4 was a short-lived model. It was designed by a madman who happened to lead a character cult of engineers and builders. Only one team could pilot the beast that resulted.
“It’s unbeatable. Weapons everywhere we could fit them and a few places we couldn’t,” Jeung grinned. “The real trick will be
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When Scott finds out that leaders can indeed be seen crying and still be respected, he adjusts accordingly.
Kitty had recorded it because she couldn’t believe it. She showed it to Jean because she still didn’t believe it after watching it fifteen times in a row.
“Wow,” Jean said. And, after the third view, “I was joking when I said Sara’s playing could make a statue cry, but - *damn*…”
She
Read more »Open up the file of the last fic you worked on, copy the very first sentence of that fic (no cheating!), add it to the bottom of this post, and reblog.
Shallan Davar knew she should probably be asleep, but she simply didn’t feel tired.
You like oranges.
The little part of Sara that was keeping her alive in the middle of the coldest Valentine’s day New York could remember liked to sing.
Read more »When being the coward of the county works out well.
There’s always that one weirdo in every town. That’s me. I try not to let on, because this is redneck country, but I’m scared of just about everything. Fortunately, since redneck country is also survivalist country, nobody bats an eye at folks ordering food by the pallet. With GPS co-ordinates instead of a delivery address.
I don’t have a bank account. Not since I
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“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has
60K+!
My new part of the trilogy is on the aether for beta-reader enjoyment. Check your emails.
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THE FUTURE IS TOTALLY NOW
OMG
Here’s one they made earlier:

The past just came back with extra trimmings.



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A tree frog in Jember, Indonesia, shelters from the rain under a leaf. The amphibian reportedly held the leaf for 30 minutes before the storm passed.
That high-pitched shrieking noise you just heard was me, dying of the cute.
All together now:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!!!!
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Let’s switch up an old cliche!
The subject of diet comes up, and the alien/s at the table is/are horrified and/or disgusted that humans eat plant matter.
“We’ve done our best, of course, to find compatible foods, and make you feel welcome.”
Sh'shrii had to hand it to the humans. They had only seen the Ssarqa once, over a slightly dodgy analogue communications link, but they were clever enough to cobble together near-appropriate
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we’re gonna get you your 500k notes. I swear. Idgaf if i have to reblog this 4000000x myself.
^thats the fucking spirit!!!!!I reblog this every time I see it
one more time!
Read more »Write a story about a young man, who on the best day of his life, finally realizes why the old man is dancing in the middle of their locker room waving their trophy around in this link. Make both he and I cry please.
[AN: Sport is not my forte…]
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It had been his job to round up the towels on the day they won. The crowd had been too thick for him to see the old man, and too
Read more »Read more »Women have historically critiqued and challenged their subordinate role. In 248 ce, a Vietnamese peasant woman, Trieu Thi Trinh, told her brother that: “My wish is to ride the tempest, tame the waves, kill the sharks. I want to drive the enemy away to save our people. I will not resign myself to the usual lot of women who bow their heads and become concubines”. Women also challenged the male claim to religious authority and power. A’ishah, Muhammad’s third wife,