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You did, and now I'm going to pout and complain

i was gonna change my url but then i remembered how much i hate men 8)

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Running Girl

 The world begins to grow. Brighter, louder, fuller, it continues to grow. The number on the clock continuing upward, a digital display of an analog idea. The warped glass gives way to her will, allowing her passage out into the world. The thin metal railing began so cold, but is now warm, as if it is now comfortable with the girl's presence. She is yet another eye watching the street, though unlike the others, she is not electronic.

What started as a dull hum has become raucous and overwhelming. Rather than accept the sound around her, she escapes. The headphone plug is ever so accessible, nearly everything in her possession just waiting to share it's sound. The harsh, chaotic sounds of the world are effortlessly replaced by that of a peaceful and wondrous utopia. Somehow, just hearing the world as a better place helps her see it as one. Her eyes, trained like an eagle's, or perhaps a pickpocket's, scan the street before her.

Suddenly, she is overcome with the need to move. To run. To conquer the world before her. With the speed and accuracy of an assassin, her muscles react to her desire. She flies from her perch, in a graceful mix between leap and dive, and is running from the moment she touches the ground. A path presents itself before her. She effortlessly traverses fences, walls, buildings, anything that presents itself. She is truly free. A smile spreads across her lips as ascends her city.

Her mind climbs ever higher, leaving her body behind. Her footfalls become less important, just a means to reach a goal. One misses it's target. She plunges from the heavens. The mistake has been made, and there is no time to fix it. Black asphalt embraces her. The world, once so bright, so loud, becomes dark and quiet, forever.

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Dark Walkway

The black liquid drips softly, slowly, almost lovingly down from the strange pieces of machinery above. Each drop impacts with a muted wet plop, yet none can be seen below. The small metal walkway seems frail and insubstantial, as if the darkness could swallow it at any moment, or it could crumble away instantly. No light to be found, save the small glow in the distance, doing little good other than casting shadows that reach towards the nothingness. Only three sounds can be heard, each distinct: the plopping sound, an electric hum that fills the air, and cold metallic clangs, evenly paced, made by footsteps across the walkway. Each footstep falls like a splash of blood onto a carpet, each more perfectly timed than a ticking clock. To the maker of these footsteps, the faint glow seems to grow brighter, however this is a lie. The brightness has not changed at all, only the distance. Distance is such an odd attribute, it changes the way everything is perceived. It can both brighten lights and darken thoughts. The air hangs thick, saturated. The balance of this dim, forgotten place is disturbed by the loudest of screams. Now, only two sounds can be heard. The endless drip, and the electric hum. All is as it was, and it will continue to be so.

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So, who else is going to see that new George Speilburton movie Powerful Rangers: Anime Attack?

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The proliferation of Chinese eugenics. – Geoffrey Miller, evolutionary psychologist.

Black swan events, and the fact that we continue to rely on models that have been proven fraudulent. – Nassem Nicholas Taleb

That we will be unable to defeat viruses by learning to push them beyond the error catastrophe threshold. – William McEwan, molecular biology researcher

That pseudoscience will gain ground. – Helena Cronin, author, philospher

That the age of accelerating technology will overwhelm us with opportunities to be worried. – Dan Sperber, social and cognitive scientist

Genuine apocalyptic events. The growing number of low-probability events that could lead to the total devastation of human society. – Martin Rees, former president of the Royal Society

The decline in science coverage in newspapers. – Barbara Strauch, New York Times science editor

Exploding stars, the eventual collapse of the Sun, and the problems with the human id that prevent us from dealing with them. — John Tooby, founder of the field of evolutionary psychology

That the internet is ruining writing. – David Gelernter, Yale computer scientist

That smart people—like those who contribute to Edge—won’t do politics. –Brian Eno, musician

That there will be another supernova-like financial disaster. –Seth Lloyd, professor of Quantum Mechanical Engineering at MIT

That search engines will become arbiters of truth. —W. Daniel Hillis, physicist

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Here’s the full pencils for the pages!

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Local news is the best.

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Inhuman sounds resulted from this gifset

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Hope you liked it! we're planning to improve on the concept next year. A few from our group may also create suits of their own.

They came to the con packing some heat! Or mostly filled with sugar and corn syrup. Either way, they’re armed to the teeth!

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Hello hello!

Attention any brotos I met at MAGfest

I cannot for the life of me remember all of your url’s.

If we met, or you know people I should follow, feel free to respond, message, smoke signal me with url’s.

Please and thank you!

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OOOOOHHHHHH SHINY

Everyone who reblogs this will have their url drawn and all fancied up and sent to your inbox. Why? Because I'm crazy. Ends on Dec. 3rd at midnight aka the next 26 hours. GO GO GO.

And I do mean everyone.

hepl

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Christmas List item.

Here are my Star Wars patterned pillows! If you see something you like but it isn’t quite right for you let me know! I can customize colors and symbols for you! Check out my entire line of pillows in my Society6 store: FOREVERWARS Please pass this on to friends. All the money I earn from my store is going towards a huge trip to Europe next year. Every little bit helps!

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This is flawless, right? o:

Well, are you asking if I am flawless, or if this is a flawless thing, or that your ask went through flawlessly? There could also be another way of examining this I haven't thought of yet. Could you please clarify? Sidenote: WHOO AN ASK SOMEONE TALKED TO ME!

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Want your url on my wall?

Just reblog this. I’m bored as fuck and need something to do, I have sticky notes and are ready to use them.

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Don't Wait

We waste away,

Waiting for the day

That we can begin

But what you don’t see

Though it’s plain to me

Is that the day will never come

Because your life has already begun

Live each day,

Do not wait for someone to say

‘Go ahead, it’s ok’

Or you will rot

Gather dust

So step forward

You must.

Become what you were meant to be

Have no shame,

Let the world see

This is not a command,

But a hopeful plea.