I am looking neither respectfully nor disrespectfully. I gaze without recognition of your form, and without understanding.
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my piece for the @wildwestzine :D ft the rogue one crew
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meeee
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After labor, Cassian smiles endlessly holding their baby, and Jyn is very pleased seeing his happy face.
"Wow, that face is better than your bedroom face. Now I want to give you more."
"Jyn, your stitch isn't even dry yet!"
"I know, but it will be worth it, especially this baby resembles you. I want more of your mini-you"
"Let's just talk again after this one is at least two or three years old. But I want your version with another green eyes."
"But I want them to have eyes like yours!"
"Them? How many are we talking about actually?"
Kay interrupts, "This discussion is useless. Don't you all know you can't decide who the baby takes after genetically? But of course, I can predict that the baby's behaviour will be very much like hers."
Jyn ignores him and turns back to Cassian, "So, deal?"
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It's still so weird to me that this is what a bacteriophage actually looks
Like, tf do you mean it's not just a diagram, and it really looks like this
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I finally read the Screaming Staircase book and while it's been fun to compare and contrast it against the 3 episode Netflix arc, there is one book moment that is clearly superior.
At the end of episode, when Skull speaks to Lucy for the first time. Lucy is so overcome by the psychic connection that she full on faints requiring George and Lockwood to carry her upstairs. I'd accepted that until I read the novel in which Lucy hears this gross this ghost man whisper weird shit from within his glass prison about life and death and whatever. And Luce - who'd just run downstairs to grab extra treats for their impromptu celebration - says "nah I'm not dealing with this today" closes the jars speaking valve and leaves.
I will always support Lucy Carlyle being That Crazy Bitch and I love her So Much.
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Ok, but I raise you:
you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
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Thirty-five Portland Row, the home and headquarters of Lockwood & Co., was a very special place. Whenever the old black front door shut behind me [...] the weight of the world was lifted from me like a conjurer snapping a cloak up into the air.
Lockwood & Co. - The Empty Grave, Jonathan Stroud
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Lockwood? Is this you?
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Having an argument in the server. I need to prove I am not insane for putting sliced sandwich bread/white bread/loaf whatever do u call this 🍞 in the freezer.
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me: i live for fanfic comments. they are all that sustains me. they are my life's very blood.
also me: [the actual worst person on earth at replying to said cherished comments in a timely fashion, rolling up into people's ao3 inboxes like five months to two years after the fact to say thanks for reading]
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My new favourite genre of AI fails:
AI unable to figure out how stairs work
Hmm... seems normal, right? Until you realize these stairs lead nowhere
Might be hard to get into this bedroom
Why are there two sets of stairs? And what even is the second one?
Something just seems off...
I get it. Spiral staircases can be confusing
This is just ridiculous
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hello everyone and welcome to the ao3 down group therapy session
the times ahead will be hard but we will get through this together
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