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seeminglydeepstatement: somefantasticallies: vivalatrench: mrsugarpink: rapewhistled: followmehome: It's not "bacon," it's a pig. It's...

seeminglydeepstatement:

somefantasticallies:

vivalatrench:

mrsugarpink:

rapewhistled:

followmehome:

It’s not “bacon,” it’s a pig.

It’s not “veal,” it’s a calf.

It’s not “steak,” it’s a cow.

It’s not “meat,” it’s an animal…

its not “fruit”, its dividing cells that accumulate fructose…

it’s not delivery. it’s digiorno.

It’s not a scene, it’s a god damn arms race

It’s not “levioSA”, it’s “leviOsa”

Maybe it’s Maybelline 

SNAAAAAAAAKE! It’s a snake! Oh no, it’s a snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake…

Challenge #00216: Icky-what?

Scott, inspired by watching Sara at the harp, is day 17 in his surprising new hobby, marked by his acumen and desire for a greater range of expression and development. Jean comments.

It was not an art usually appreciated in the making, it was something appreciated after it was finished. And even after seventeen days of practice, he was still too shy to show anyone but the Adriens.

He knew Ororo saw it, because she left encouraging little post-its on his desk.

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cum-fraiche: wanderblog: treehugger: The Nourishmat comes with everything you need to start growing organic vegetables: seeds, fertilizer...

cum-fraiche:

wanderblog:

treehugger:

The Nourishmat comes with everything you need to start growing organic vegetables: seeds, fertilizer and know-how.

The mats last about 5 years and are printed with nontoxic ink that won’t leach into the soil.

The mats use a technique called square foot gardening. “The key is planting in grids instead of rows so you can maximize your space,“ said Weiner. “More food in less space. We adapted the layout of the Nourishmat based on this popular method.

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More of Danny's World!

The song ‘Purple Haze’ has an entirely different meaning here….

(#00215)

Danny didn’t notice while her skin was growing back, nor during her recovery from the operation she insisted on to make certain her outside matched her inside.

Intensive care and many post-op wards were in the hospital shelter as a matter of standard protocol.

It was when she was getting the hormone implant, when the team came and hurried her back down into the shelter, that

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Challenge #00214: Typhoon

“…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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Challenge #00213: Emotional... Promotion

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

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Okay, fanfic writers: I double-dog dare you.

badhoruss:

alwaysanothersecret:

emmagrant01:

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.

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Challenge #00212: Prepared.

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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demigods-in-the-tardis:

mootiness:

delicatness:

checkmyshoe123:

gratuitousabs:

“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

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