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I can also see Nog adding it to his uniform as a way to honor his father and how his father's path led him to Starfleet. Rom doesn't have the lobes for business but is a brilliant mechanic, something Ferengi culture doesn't respect. Nog joins Starfleet specifically to get away from that culture because he doesn't want to end up being constantly disrespected like he sees happening to his father. But his father is proud to be Ferengi, and Nog is proud of his father, and so he wears the headpiece.

My roommate has theorized the head pieces for the Ferengi come from a historical place of using it to keep the rain off their backs, since they have no hair they need to protect. I pointed out the pattern folks on the internet had noticed where it seemed like the Ferengi "in charge" never wore them, and she went "yeah! because they're not the ones going outside doing labor! They're the ones staying inside doing business!" and honestly I love that as the origin of the headpieces that eventually evolved as a cultural signifier lol

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It is very easy to pretend antisemitism isn't a real problem/is a distraction, if you just accuse every Jew who points out antisemitism of making stuff up to silence people. Just like it's very easy to pretend the same thing about, say, transphobia. Rhetorically speaking, dismissing accusations of antisemitism on the basis that "the jews are weaponizing it to silence us!" isn't that distinct from Republicans fearmongering about how in California you'll get arrested for calling someone the wrong pronoun

It is also very easy to ignore that that's exactly what this rhetoric is and exactly what it's for, if you just admonish anyone who points this out for glossing over the "fact" that "Jews really are weaponizing antisemitism to silence us!"

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Found this in a folder I rarely go into. Dedicating this post to @sarahcakes613 and anyone else who hung out with me on twitter during the Barisi days.

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And then we found out she's most likely a chiweenie, which is when people get real stupid and decide chihuahuas (territorial rat killers who bark a lot) and dachshunds (territorial badger killers who bark a lot) would be SO CUTE together.

Which. I mean.

She's loyal and sweet and clever and silly. I would have another hundred if I could. But she also was not socialized correctly as a puppy and will NOT allow any other dog within five feet.

But also, "designer breeds" aren't real. That's just a bullshit marketing term for people generally backyard breeding for the aesthetics. It's a mutt with a fake ID, okay.

Dogblr question: what drew you to the breed(s) you have? Are there other breeds that would fit just as well? Are there breeds that are everything you DON'T want in a dog?

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30+ year old women are the backbone of this website

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The amount of outright lying about the US bombers attacking Iran coming from the left is fucking exhausting. This is not Iraq in 2003. It is not going to be a repeat of Iraq in 2003. The troops on the ground near the border have BEEN THERE FOR A LONG TIME. There is not new troop movement in that direction.

The US did the bombing run because Israel does not have B-2s, and we are an ally of Israel and have similar reasons to hate Iran, frankly.

You don't have to agree with it. You don't have to like it. Just stop fucking making shit up about it. I fucking saw some commentator on Youtube claim Trump did the raid out of "vibes," and that was a quote from fucking Rolling Stone, and what the entire fuck. It was a strategic favor to an ally that had probably been in work for weeks prior.

I fucking hate Trump, but you know what happens when you just spout bullshit that he isn't doing? His base--who can quote him like a favorite fucking movie--doesn't trust anything you say because they know you are saying shit that isn't true.

And before anyone goes, "Why would I want them to trust me anyway?" Stop with the edgelord leftist horsehit and act like a goddamn adult who wants to actually have people listen to their opinions rather than someone who wants to brag later they got kicked out of a family holiday for being the fucking problem.

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is that where the username comes from?

my husband and I had our first threesome today and the guy died

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Okay, so, omegaverse. Out of the couples you write, who’s the alpha/omega and what are their scents?

I only know a few scents:

JackHarding:

Jack (Omega) - ink and lilies and snow

Chick (Alpha) - cedar and black pepper and ginger

Their get together is a slow build because Jack doesn't want to be a high-ranking Omega fucking his superior, and Chick absolutely respects that, but it's a LOT of yearning. I think they're the only ones I've actually gotten fic written for. (here, here, here)

RosieLemmons:

Ken (Omega) - roses are all I know for sure.

Rosie (Alpha) - zero idea

Ken hates how the macho Alphas try to convince him such a lovely Omega as himself shouldn't be doing such filthy work like fixing their forts. He takes to wiping oil or whatever other grime is on his hands across his scent glands to get them to fuck off. When Rosie shows up with the newest replacements, Ken pays him no attention. But then Rosie walks by later in the day to see his fort and lights up when he smells the roses and oil combo because it reminds him of New York. Rosie takes the courtship VERY seriously and is determined to show Ken how much he loves him exactly as he is. It's disgusting.

CurtBucky:

No idea on scents, but Curt's the Alpha, and Bucky is utterly devoted to him and loves that Curt doesn't give a fuck how outside the Omega expectations he is. Curt marks him up constantly because he's a possessive freak like that and also because Bucky likes the possession.

That's really all I know for sure. Everyone else is just sort of hanging out doing whatever you do when you're not the lead in the story. Also, while these are all clearly top-tier pairings, that does not mean I will not later create other top-tier pairings as it amuses me. There's a CrankBucky version percolating because of course there is.

Also, Where BuckMarge is concerned, Marge is the Alpha, and we all know that.

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so i wore a pride flag pin to work the other day and the kids were all interested (obviously) (find me a classroom of preschoolers who are not obsessed with rainbows) (i'll wait) so they crowded around to see.

"aww!" they said, "it's a flag!!"

but the thing is: they're little. a lot of them don't really have a handle on all their mouth sounds yet.

such as, notably, that tricky tricky "L" sound.

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Omegaverse CurtBucky with Alpha!Curt (naturally), and some replacement gets a whiff of Bucky and without thinking goes, "Wow, Sir, you really let your Omega scent you up."

And Curt appears like a chaos demon and dumps scent all over the guy and goes, "Nah, my Omega lets ME scent HIM all up."

And Bucky is basically drooling from all that scent and Curt's fingers digging into his hip right over that mark he left the other night, and it's really only the barest hint of decorum that keeps him from dropping to his knees and showing off his sucking skills.

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This is not a fake thumbnail, but I won't be linking to the video. Look, I don't know who Amanda Rae is, but also, let's talk about when you should maybe stop and go, "Hey, maybe this DOESN'T need to be on youtube."

What the fuck. Call a therapist.

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screaming bugs

I continue to run into people that are confused as to why Americans have screens on our windows and it’s really quite simple.

Bugs

Diseases carried by bugs

Other assorted wildlife such as dogs and teenagers

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CurtBucky smut

[jerking off together, yearning, post-orgasm cleanup, more yearning, dom/sub undertones, even more yearning (for @meyerlansky, the filthy saint of all things curtbucky)]

There's a way that Bucky gets needy sometimes, crowding Curt and grabbing at his waistband, sitting so close Curt can feel the humid air of his sweat against his temple, hands on Curt's back and his shoulders and his waist and his neck. Touching and touching and touching. 

It makes Curt crazy, and he loves it. The thrill of Bucky wanting him. Needing him. Silently begging for Curt's touch and attention like all he wants to do is climb into Curt's body and make a nest like the sparrows that always come back to the missing brick spot in the side of the building where Curt grew up. 

He finagles a leave by promising Jack he won't let Bucky make a fool of himself. Jack cuts him a narrow-eyed look that says he has several retorts but will hold them back. He gives Curt the passes. 24 hours. 

Curt finds Bucky out in a field, dressed in his PT gear and laid out flat in the grass. Sweaty and panting and alone. Curt's blood buzzes with it. That's another part of this. Bucky getting so desperate he tries to run it off, burn through it with good, wholesome exercise when what he needs is a hard, dirty fuck. 

Curt stares at him, and Bucky stares back. He reaches down and grabs the hem of his shirt, yanks it up so his stomach and his pecs are exposed, drags a hand across his sweaty nipples and just stares. 

"Fucking whore," Curt murmurs, and there's no question Bucky's dick jerks in his shorts. "Lucky I'm the one who found you," he adds, stepping closer. He nudges Bucky's ankle with his boot, and Bucky spreads his legs wider, pulls up his right leg so his foot is flat on the ground, so the hem of his shorts rides up that tiny bit more. Curt can see up the leghole, see Bucky's white briefs and the bulge of his balls. 

Bucky's still panting when Curt meets his gaze again, but it's different now, thready and short. His hips roll once, twice, and then he goes very still. Waiting for Curt to do something. Say something. 

There's no one in this field or near it. It's mid-morning, long after most of the fellas do their PT. And off a path they rarely use. He's smart, Bucky is. "You take this run hoping I'd chase you?" Curt asks. 

Bucky shrugs. "Just running," he replies. He tucks a thumb into his waistband and drags it back and forth. "But I was thinking about you."

Curt grins. "Yeah, that's been obvious the last few days," he says. "I like it," he adds before Bucky can decide he's embarrassed. "Big, handsome man like you getting all hot and bothered over me."

Bucky blushes, and his hips roll again. He makes a small sound, desperate and sharp. "Can I suck you?" he asks. "I wanna suck you so bad."

Curt grunts at the bluntness. He loves it. "Show me your dick," he says. 

Bucky shoves down his shorts and his briefs, tucks the waistbands behind his balls and strokes himself once. Twice.

"I said show it to me," Curt says, "not touch it."

Bucky drops his hand immediately. He's mostly hard, dick good and fat. His balls are tightening even as Curt watches, and he takes his time to let his gaze linger. Then he very slowly works his belt open and pulls out his cock. Bucky doesn't move, but he groans, deep in his chest. 

Curt looks him in the eyes and tugs on himself. He takes two steps so he's centered between Bucky's legs. "I could spunk on you from here," he says. "The boys wouldn't know it wasn't just sweat if they see you."

Bucky's breathes in sharp. He clenches his hands in the grass. "W-would you? Would you really?" 

Curt had just meant to tease, but the way Bucky's looking at him, pupils blown and mouth hanging open, devotion and want like all over his face. Like Curt's spunk on him would mark him up good and proper. Curt tugs on himself a few times. Let's the precum pool and drop onto Bucky's body. Bucky hisses like it's red hot; touches his fingers to it instantly and rubs it into his skin. 

"You want this?" Curt asks. "You want this more than you want to suck me?"

"You'd do it?" Bucky asks. "Really?"

Curt moves so he's got his feet on either side of Bucky's stomach. "Where do you want it?" he asks. 

Bucky looks like he's been struck dumb. He grabs Curt's ankle with one hand, thumb pushing hard against the laces. With his other, he rubs his hand across his chest like he did earlier. "Here," he says. 

"Might land on your face a little," Curt says, watching the way Bucky's whole chest heaves as his breathing goes wild. 

"Yes," Bucky says.

Something in Curt snaps clean through. "Jerk yourself," he says, and starts working himself over in earnest. He drags his hand slowly down, then back up, tightening his grip as he goes so every bit of fluid gathers at the tip and drops onto Bucky when it's too big to hold. Bucky groans each time, jerking himself off with a force Curt can feel from the way Bucky's arm brushes the inside of his calf. 

Curt stares as Bucky ends up with a fresh sheen of sweat. His mouth waters thinking about the taste of it on Bucky's neck. Behind his ear. In the crease where his thigh meets his groin. Between his pecs. On his nipples. 

"You know you can fuck a girl's tits?" Curt says. "She holds him, and you slip your dick between 'em." Bucky's eyes are wide. He drags his hand up Curt's boot and tucks his fingers under the top edge. "Couldn't hold yours together, not like a girl, but I bet it'd feel just as good."

Bucky throws his head back and gasps. His arm moves faster against Curt's legs. 

"You need a good, hard fuck don't you?" Curt says, his own hand speeding up. "Need me to push you around and fuck you stupid."

Bucky nods hard. His back bows when Curt's dick drips more wet on him. "Miss you," Bucky whispers, throat in sharp relief. "Miss you."

"Right here," Curt says, and he watches Bucky writhe, feels the hard tug at his boot, see the sudden, sharp thrusts of Bucky's hips. The bright pink flush up his neck and his cheeks, down onto his chest and stomach. "Yeah, that's it," Curt says, and he reaches into his slacks to tug at his balls. "Get you alone for a whole day and let you clear your system. Fuck you and suck you and let you suck me, too. That way you like where you just hold my dick for awhile before you do anything at all."

Bucky grunts over and over, eyes on Curt but a million miles away. He stares at Curt's dick and starts to whine in the back of his throat, mouth hanging open and tongue pressed into the corner of his mouth. 

"Fuck," Curt whispers, and it's just a few more strokes before his orgasm hits. Until he's shaking to keep his knees from going out and watching his spunk land on Bucky's stomach and chest, and just a little on his chin, just under his open mouth. 

Bucky clenches his eyes shut, and his hips snap up hard, and he grinds his ass against the grass as he comes, too. 

Curt starts to trust his knees again after a minute, but he doesn't move. He stands where he is, limp dick in his hand and watches as Bucky comes back to himself. When he opens his eyes, his pupils are still blown, and he gives Curt an easy, loose grin. 

"Can I clean you up?" he asks, voice a little strained. "I wanna clean you up," he adds when Curt just continues to stare, drinking in Bucky's sweaty hair and still-pink cheeks. 

"Come here," Curt says, lifting his dick. 

Bucky lets go of Curt's boot and gets on his knees, wiping his spunk-covered hand across his own thigh like it's nothing. Curt bites back a noise at the sight, wanting to push Bucky back down and lick that spot until it's clean. 

But then Bucky's lifting Curt's dick with two fingers and licking up the shaft and over the head, pushing the foreskin back and mouthing it all over to make sure there's no leftover spunk. He nuzzles into Curt's hands and licks between his fingers, sucking here and there, and then dragging his mouth to the underside of Curt's dick, resting for a moment right where Curt's shaft meets his balls. 

Curt watches it all without saying a word, caught in the moment of Bucky's easy care and the fact that he can see his dried jizz on Bucky's chest. His dick twitches a little when Bucky works his way back to the tip and sucks lightly. Not enough to really get Curt going again, but an invitation for certain. 

Curt pulls his dick from Bucky's mouth, then slips his thumb in before Bucky can do more than look a little disappointed. Bucky sucks hard, then tips his head back so Curt's thumb falls out and rests on his chin. 

Curt rubs Bucky's chin. "Got us twenty-four hours," he says. "Wanna abuse your rank and get us a Jeep?"

Bucky's whole face lights up. "Yeah," he says. He licks his lips. "Can we do all the stuff you said?"

Curt huffs a laugh and tucks his fingers under Bucky's chin. "Plus some if we're smart about it," he says. "Might even get us started on the way to London."

"How?" Bucky asks. He tucks Curt back into his slacks as Curt holds his chin, rubs his thumb along Curt's shaft for a second before doing up his zip. 

Curt thinks about the little country roads they all take to go to London. About how there's good ones and rough ones. About how there's a lot of places to pull off and drive behind some trees when you've got an Army Jeep. About turning off the ignition and leaning his seat back and telling Bucky he's got five minutes so they don't show up late. 

"I'll explain when we're on the road," Curt says, mind racing with Bucky making him come fast and hard, how he can bend Bucky over the backseat and have him hold the tire cover while he licks him good and wet and maybe even gets a couple of fingers in him before leaving him hard and wanting for the rest of the ride. How he'll strip him the moment the door's closed on their hotel room and finish what he started, make Bucky scream into a pillow as he holds his legs open and fucks him good like he's been silently begging for for days. 

"Get cleaned up," Curt says. "Meet you at the motor pool in thirty." 

Bucky nods and stands. He pulls down his shirt and pulls up his underwear and shorts. He stares at Curt for a moment, then leans in, curls a hand on Curt's neck and kisses him with an easy slowness that makes Curt want to spend their whole 24 hours right here in this field. 

"See you soon," Bucky murmurs as he pulls away. 

Curt grabs his hand before he can make his getaway. Stares at him for a moment, then nods and lets him go. Watches him jog off and waits until Bucky looks back one last time before he starts in the same direction.

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This is from 2003, and the levels of outrage for Ambrose not doing his quoted sections in the correct style (indented or quotes) while giving credit in footnotes to the author of the section in question is sort of hilarious.

Should he have used quotes or full block indent? Yes. But also, his editors should have been on that, too. That's their job.

I enjoyed these people and their outraged responses of "Of course it's plagiarism and WTF?!?! I would expel my students for that" and I thought you all would too.

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do you know how long i stared at this before i realized it's a mushroom (I think) and not a candle I needed in my house?

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It is your sworn duty, when you're in your 30's, to do something every day that would have gotten you viciously bullied in high school.