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I'm trying to figure out a name so please either call me; Miles; Adrian; Woodrow or Apollo, he/him, chaotic idiot with a single braincell, I post my own stuff once in a blue moon or something, lgbtq+ friendly blog
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I know this isn't ninjago guys but I finished this 17 hour painting for my art class and I was proud of it so...enjoy.
I love Egypt fun fact about me. :)
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Technophobes need to apologise for "just put it in plain English you stupid machine!" because, well for one the decline in accurate error messages in favour of simplicity has contributed to the rise of tech illiteracy, but also because now whenever an "app" has a net connection error it will pop up a box saying something like "oo ooopsie! Your super duper feed went poo poo. We'll try again soon!" which having said to me by a corporation is about 8 million times worse than having to hear the word "network".
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The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes
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In Amity Park, you pour your cooking oil down the drain.
Wes was not told that this action was inappropriate anywhere else.
It served two functions; the melted plastic bits would bring about the Blob Ghosts that liked fixing things, thereby making sure they had some on hand in case the house got damaged by a ghost attack, and the blockage would slow down the other, more ravenous Blob Ghosts; the ones that ate trash.
Except that "trash" really meant "anything inanimate", and it was better to hold those off with a distraction while summoning the helpful Blobs.
When Wes was doing what he normally did, his new roommate almost broke his legs vaulting over the counter to stop him.
"What are you doing?!" Jimmy shouted, voice cracking. "You'll melt the plastic bits and clog the pipes!"
"....Yes?" Wes didn't understand.
Then he did.
"Oh! You don't have the-okay. So how do I get rid of it here, then?"
"No, go back. We don't have the...what?"
Wes sighed, put down the pan, and pulled up a copy of the NDA he'd signed to be able to leave Amity Park.
"Confidential."
Jimmy, somehow, convinces him to break the NDA on the grounds that NDA's are not legally binding if the corporation or group that made him sign it were doing anything illegal.
Then Jimmy convinces him to say everything about his town again, but to his reporter friend Clark Kent.
Somehow, that evolved into Wes visiting his parents and smuggling both Jimmy and Clark into Amity Park.
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In Amity Park, you pour your cooking oil down the drain.
Wes was not told that this action was inappropriate anywhere else.
It served two functions; the melted plastic bits would bring about the Blob Ghosts that liked fixing things, thereby making sure they had some on hand in case the house got damaged by a ghost attack, and the blockage would slow down the other, more ravenous Blob Ghosts; the ones that ate trash.
Except that "trash" really meant "anything inanimate", and it was better to hold those off with a distraction while summoning the helpful Blobs.
When Wes was doing what he normally did, his new roommate almost broke his legs vaulting over the counter to stop him.
"What are you doing?!" Jimmy shouted, voice cracking. "You'll melt the plastic bits and clog the pipes!"
"....Yes?" Wes didn't understand.
Then he did.
"Oh! You don't have the-okay. So how do I get rid of it here, then?"
"No, go back. We don't have the...what?"
Wes sighed, put down the pan, and pulled up a copy of the NDA he'd signed to be able to leave Amity Park.
"Confidential."
Jimmy, somehow, convinces him to break the NDA on the grounds that NDA's are not legally binding if the corporation or group that made him sign it were doing anything illegal.
Then Jimmy convinces him to say everything about his town again, but to his reporter friend Clark Kent.
Somehow, that evolved into Wes visiting his parents and smuggling both Jimmy and Clark into Amity Park.
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in mesopotamia there were no 'cover letters' or 'curriculum vitaes'. there were just, pots.
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do you want to see the best trail cam photo ever
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Ttoekbokki cats! The final part of my Korean food cats. This one is my personal favorite. They look so cozy in their spicy sauce <3
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The default length of pasta is designed to fit on a supermarket shelf, not to be the best length for cooking/eating.
Feel free to break it to any length you want (don't let the Italians know I said this)
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Sleeping Beauty AU where the princess was born on a Leap Day, so when the evil fairy curses her to prick her finger “on her 16th birthday”, her family realizes that’s not the same thing as her 16th year of life and she’ll actually be in her 60′s when it happens.
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DPxDC prompt
Bruce was running through everyone he knew in Gotham starting with his kids.
Tim was the obvious candidate but he was across him at the breakfast table.
He'd just gotten off the phone with Clark who said he was looking at Damian.
Dick was definitely still on Tamaran with Star and Babs.
Jason was lactose intolerant and no one in their right mind would call him a twink.
Duke was upstairs sleeping according to Alfred.
Cass was in Norway with Steph for one of the missions they told him he wanted plausible deniability about.
Well there was no other option. He would have to go into work early. He woke Tim and offered him the prize of one of his ungodly caffeine creations from his favorite juice bar if he figured out who the kid was before they got there.
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This is not your grave, but you are welcome to it.
Jason abandoned his grave. He didn't mean to, of course, he was just escaping being buried alive.
But he abandoned it.
The grave is just an empty coffin and a headstone, by Ghost Society standards.
Danny, passing by, realizes this.
You could say that it's...Free Real Estate.
So he claims it. Sure, there's someone elses name on the headstone, but they aren't using the grave. It probably a fake one from somebody changing their name and faking their death or something, Gotham is weird like that.
So Danny settles in, has a grave (under someone elses name but eh), and enjoys the power boost that comes with having one.
Jason, meanwhile, goes to pay his grave a visit. Call it curiosity, but he wants to see if the old man even bothers to maintain it.
When he sees it, however, he gets the feeling that he's just come across a squatter, but he doesn't know why.
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I want a batfam fic when Jason dissapears, so Steph and Cass break into his place to investigate, and all they find is a note like that:
I got married and am now on a space honeymoon, where we get married at every single planet we can.
Xoxo
Jay
Ps.
Whoever found it - Get everybody's (especially B's) reactions on camera and give to me as the best wed gift in the world, and you'll be my favourite forever.
If you're B - Fuck you, you always ruin my fun, and you're not allowed at my place, so if it's you I hate you. Fuck you, B.
Is it a joke? Did he really eloped? And with who? Because he sure as hell didn't tell anyone. Like, WAS HE EVEN DATING?
Anyway, Steph and Cass have a blast out of it.
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