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Burpengary East http://www.cmweller.com 12647 posts

Re: Conneticut tragedy

I am a responsible firearms owner. I would NEVER in my entire life think of taking any variety of weapon into a school, gun or otherwise, and using this as a means of expressing my anger at whatever in the form of dead and injured innocents.

Guns do not cause people to do those things.

Neither does the indoctrination through media that shooting people solves problems.

If you take a look at these massacres, there is an overall trend. They’re almost always performed by white male(s) aged 16-35. As are most serial murders, rapes and many other (non/)violent crimes.

Therefore, there is only one solution:

Ban white males aged 16-35.

Lock them up. Put them somewhere they won’t hurt anyone until such time as they show evidence of being a responsible human being. Or, at the very least, provide them mental health options at vastly reduced rates because it is plainly obvious to anyone that white males aged 16-35 have some serious blippin’ problems, okay?

Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 22

Continued from yesterday:

  Sara was lost. She knew it and acknowledged it, but failed completely to let the situation bother her in the slightest.

  It had begun small, as predicaments often do, with the palming of a love-letter into her hand by one of the volunteer couriers between herself and Mortimer. That list of couriers was now legion, and all Sara had to do was a ‘scouts honour’ salute with a letter betwixt the two fingers for it to vanish

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 23

Continued from yesterday:

  December 8.

  Mort’s eyes snapped open in fear. Something was wrong. Something was missing. Something life-threateningly important. He checked out his quarters rapidly. Nothing gone. Nothing messed with.

  But then, he had buggerall in the way of posessions, anyway. Not important ones like–

  A flurry of movement to the bottom left drawer inside his wardrobe. He felt into the back. The box was still there. And a paranoid check ensured that its contents were both intact

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 21

Continued from yesterday:

  December 7.

  It was going to be a very, *very* long day. He could tell.

  It had already been a long night, owing to the theme song karaoke stomp party one of the kids had decided to throw directly above his room. Just how many people could stand to sing _Star Blazers_ in a row anyhow? He’d had to get up ten times to tell them to keep it down to a dull roar.

  Scott lurched into

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Warning: epileptic trees ahead

I love Adventure Time. So do Mayhem and Chaos. And, being the overthinker that I am, I just had to concoct my own timeline based on things I’d picked up from the show.

Brace yourself. A wall of text is coming:

Dec 21 2012 happens with a surprising lack of disasters, quietly ushering out the Age of Science and welcoming the new Age of Magic.

May 2014 Simon Petrikov unearths the Enchiridion and some other artefacts of magic potential. He

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 20

Continued from yesterday:

  “Okay,” Scott drawled, feeling an intense relief to have made it into Sara’s room. The various mind-spooks[1] were still scurrying around, but he’d achieved a goal. A safe haven. An environment which, as far as everyone knew, Sara had yet to hurt herself in. The creepyness of some of her ‘decorations’ was more than enough to creep him out without having to deal with the phantasms from her mind. Some

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I have stretch marks.

callmegallifreya:

aquapunk:

smallerbenz:

Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.

Reblogging because something like… 100% of people have stretch marks. Even bony-ass people like me.

Well sure, everyone has them from their growth spurt. While I’ve never been pregnant, I have zebra stripes down both legs because they just grew faster than the skin could stretch.

I got ‘em too. Perfectly normal.

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 19

Continued from yesterday:

  They were watching _The Bluebird_ with Shirley Temple. Some, like all true fans of MST3K, were heckling the living crap out of it. The quieter ones were appreciating the original dialogue, in-between seeking out lightweight munchables.

  A boy and a girl in the Land of the Future were refusing to part, despite the fact that it was time for the boy to be born.

  “But sir… we’re in love.”

  Sara, who had so far

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I’m in trouble now. You marvellous, marvellous peeps have downloaded almost one HUNDRED copies of my short story, Scavenger. The price...

I’m in trouble now.

You marvellous, marvellous peeps have downloaded almost one HUNDRED copies of my short story, Scavenger.

The price must be right, I guess.

And lots of you have downloaded samples of my other books, too. That’s great. It is. No sarcasm here.

It’s just… I wish y'all’d BUY something. I need an income, blobdammit! I have expensive tastes and I have yet to get my first $10 out of Smashwords

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 18

Continued from yesterday:

  Sara opened her eyes to Mr Scott Summers hovering over her. _Talk about unwelcome awakenings… is it too late to feign a blur into consciousness and fake a coma until he goes away?_

  _Yes,_ ‘said’ the Professor.

  _Fudge._

  “What the hell were you thinking?” demanded Mr Summers. “This morning, you were a walking advice column and this afternoon, you’re unconscious from falling down a flight of *stairs* that you didn’

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 17

Continued from yesterday:

  “No,” said Mort. “‘E’s righ’.” They were the most painful words he'd ever said. They sundered his heart for certain. No physical pain ever hurt like this.

  Sara was incensed. “I *beg* your *pardon*?”

  “You’re sixteen, luv,” he said. “I shouldn’t be doin’ 'alf the things I’m doin’ with ya.”

  “Kissing? Holding *hands*?” she provided.

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Fanfic Time: Flotsam part 16

Continued from yesterday:

  “She packed her bookshelves.”

  “That’s what I’m telling you.”

  “She *packed* her *bookshelves*?”

  “Which particular word do you have trouble understanding?”

  “I have trouble with the whole idea that one sixteen-year-old kid can have a small *library*.”

  “Most of it was in storage,” said Sara, turning the corner to find her two newest educators, Mr Logan and Mr Summers. “All the better

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