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I got some steroids at the hospital also when I got out we were waiting on a lift outside and my ma was like what a day. Want some ‘pocket meat’ and I was like… do I want… what? And she was like some pocket meat? And she pulled out a thing of chopped pork in a little freezer bag from her pocket?? I was like???? The fuck??? Pocket meat????

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You are Suvirin Kedberiket, you know many things but the thing you know most keenly is that obedience is love. You say yes to all that is asked of you from a loved one because you love them. You say yes without question and without hesitation because that is what love is. You have two friends, two true friends who do nothing but question and disobey. They do not love you.

You are Ame, Witch of the Worlds heart, you wake up in a strange city that you have never been in before. You are asked to trust and wait and be patient. You try, but everything feels a little off until eventually it feels like a noose around your neck and you know you are being trapped. You are asked to wait and be patient again. You try, but the noose is tightening and the room to escape the trap is narrowing. You are asked again to wait and this time you cannot, you will die of this you are certain. Waiting is death and death cannot be, for the sake of the world, you cannot die.

You are Eursulon, you are in a city, you are fed wonderful food and you are trained in knighthood and all is well. Except you cannot rest, but that's fine, you have never been able to rest in this world. Except you have to remain in your glamour because to be a spirit here is dangerous, but that's fine, that has always been true you have always had to hide. Except you see what they have done to spirits, they have caged them and captured them and among them your sister. But it's fine. It's fine. It's fine that there's is a quiet threat leveled at your head just because of your existence in a space, because that has always been true for you. So when you leave it feels like fleeing because doesn't it always, didn't you always know this would happen. And you are happy to be you and you are happy to play into the role they see you as.

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Some polling station worker got to deliver the dunk of a lifetime today.

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it's may once more... you know what that means

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in my experience nobody stops having a favorite animal when they grow up but people DO stop asking. well now i'm asking. what's everyone's favorite animal mine is the noble manatee

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I desperately wish people would start actually reading the AO3's TOS before confidently making 'user guides' to the AO3 that are just blatantly, flatly wrong.

Yes the AO3 has banned content. They do not allow anything that's illegal under US law - though US law, importantly, does not ban fictional depictions of things - and they do not allow any commercial content. That includes your ko-fi link, or mentions that you do fic commissions. If you do post fic commissions to AO3 and want to mention the commissioner, the fic is a 'request' from the commissioner. This protects the AO3 and you from copyright law.

No the AO3 is not 'a creative fanfiction archive'. It is a fandom archive. Your meta, insights, and theories are absolutely welcome and encouraged there. AO3 also encourages you to post other types of fanworks, like fan videos, podfics, and art, but unfortunately isn't able to natively host those like it does text, so fic has kind of become what it's known for. That absolutely does not mean that other types of fanwork aren't allowed, or are discouraged by the site culture! Anybody who tells you otherwise is just plain wrong!

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Chickens shouldn't be counted as birds, just as emus, penguins, ostriches and other flightless birds shouldn't. Agree or no?

No. Nothing in the definition of a bird says that it has to fly, or even have feathers. A bird is simply any biped that doesn't wear clothes.

Behold a bird:

(Painting of Diogenes by Jules Bastien-Lepage)

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Brennan when he is the victim of an evil plan.

Brennan when he is the perpetrator of an evil plan.

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Tiffany couldn't quite work out how Miss Level got paid. Certainly the basket she carried filled up more than it emptied. They'd walk past a cottage and a woman would come scurrying out with a fresh-baked loaf or a jar of pickles, even though Miss Level hadn't stopped there. But they'd spend an hour somewhere else, stitching up the leg of a farmer who'd been careless with an axe, and get a cup of tea and a stale biscuit. 

It didn't seem fair.

“Oh, it evens out,” said Miss Level, as they walked on through the woods. 

“You do what you can. People give what they can, when they can. Old Slapwick there, with the leg, he's as mean as a cat, but there'll be a big cut of beef on my doorstep before the week's end, you can bet on it. His wife will see to it. And pretty soon people will be killing their pigs for the winter, and I'll get more brawn, ham, bacon and sausages turning up than a family could eat in a year.”

“You do? What do you do with all that food?”

“Store it,” said Miss Level. 

“But you-”

“I store it in other people. It's amazing what you can store in other people.” Miss Level laughed at Tiffany's expression. “I mean, I take what I don't need round to those who don't have a pig, or who're going through a bad patch, or who don't have anyone to remember them.”

“But that means they'll owe you a favour!”

“Right! And so it just keeps on going round. It all works out.”

“I bet some people are too mean to pay-”

“Not pay,” said Miss Level, severely. “A witch never expects payment and never asks for it and just hopes she never needs to. But, sadly, you are right.”

“And then what happens?"

“What do you mean?”

“You stop helping them, do you?”

“Oh, no,” said Miss Level, genuinely shocked. “You can't not help people just because they're stupid or forgetful or unpleasant. Everyone's poor round here. If I don't help them, who will?”

"A Hat full of Sky" - Terry Pratchett

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i love six o clock because the clock looks so stupid. "|" like get real

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hey you. indie creator. get rid of the corporate execs and the imaginary writers room in your brain. the cynical youtube reviewers and disney fans who want sanitized uwu gays probably are never even gonna be even slightly aware of your existence. write those unrelatable blorbos and those messy themes and that weirdly sexy violence. you have no one to answer to but yourself. give yourself what you want and maybe some day, some 3 random lesbians from the internet whose interests you have somehow exactly hit will look at your thing and think its pretty cool, and in the end thats all you ever needed

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You know how the word "feline" refers to cats, and "canine" refers to dogs? There are a whole bunch more animal adjectives, and here are some of them:

equine -> horses

bovine -> cows

murine -> mice/rats

porcupine -> porcupines

wolverine -> wolves

marine -> marmosets

saline -> salmonella

cosine -> cosmonauts

citrine -> citrus

combine -> combs

famine -> your fam

bromine -> your bros

palpatine -> your pals

alpine -> alps

christine -> christ

asinine -> asses

machine -> the speed of sound

landmine -> explosions

migraine -> migrants

trampoline -> tramps

dopamine -> dopes

medicine -> the Medici family

praline -> prey

masculine -> mascara

feminine -> femurs

latrine -> latissimus dorsi

fettuccine -> fetuses

poutine -> sadness

turbine -> turbans

engine -> england

supine -> soup

valentine -> valence electrons

Follow for more nature facts!

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had a terrifying encounter yesterday when i offhandedly said "it's always hot to be covered in blood" and the person i was talking to was like "hm. fascinating that you believe that. let's dig into that." i'd forgotten there really are people who don't intuitively understand the eroticism of being blood-soaked. stay safe out there

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“the third house will go down on its knees for the sixth house” is such a horny line. thank you coronabeth tridentarius and tamsyn muir

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foundational griddlehark dynamic is them treating each other not as people but as swords to fall on or lashes to bear. Harrow uses Gideon as her personal instrument of penance never paying mind to if Gideon would want that outside of Harrow's own self flagellatory fantasies. Gideon can only conceptualize Harrow's feelings for her via her own desire-to-be-used and inability to see herself as having any inherent value outside of that use, neither of which is actually rooted in what Harrow truly feels. neither of them even sees herself as a real person and by consequence they don't know how to consider each other as fully formed people who have their own thoughts seperate from what they project outwards onto the other. send post.

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From the makers of "check it out, I'm gay"