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kedreeva · 2 months

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When I first got Stan, I wasn't sure he'd make it more than a few days, but he did. When I first took him to the vet as a baby, they told me not to expect him to make it to maturity, but he did. The last time I took him to the vet, a different vet from his usual vet saw him and had to sort through the list of known health issues to get to what was wrong this time, and was impressed he was even alive, and that was over a year ago. He's beaten a lot of odds, he's gone farther than even the most hopeful of speculation.

Unfortunately, a line in the sand comes for any animal Time doesn't take. For us, that line was him losing his ability to walk, or his ability to see, and both have been slowly worsening over the last year. Today, it has finally come down to the latter, as his vision has gone completely in his remaining good eye. For peafowl, that's a hard-line quality of life factor- it affects their ability to get food and water (which would mean stressful and uncomfortable tube feeding sessions 3x a day), as well as their ability to move into or out of shelter, and their ability to socialize. As they are HIGHLY social creatures, feeling like he's constantly alone would be absolutely miserable for him. I can't put him through that and still call myself a responsible owner, so he'll be going in for his final vet appointment tomorrow afternoon.

I know a lot of you have loved Stan over the past 7 years, and I know you're going to miss him nearly as much as I will. He's been a Very Good Boy, and this place is just not going to be the same without him.

#stan the peachick #animal death for ts #pet death for ts #pet death #animal death #my pets #i moved him into the sun for now to warm up #but he's clearly not doing well #2024 can fuck off right now #it has not been kind to me #peafowl #peacocks #i HATE people that don't give a shit about the genetic health of animals they breed #i hate people that perpetuate health problems because a mutation is pretty #this is a direct result of poor breeding #and I'm furious about it

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little-pondhead · 7 days

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Your Ancient History, Written In Wax

Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasn’t even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.

No, it wasn’t Vlad. And it wasn’t Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didn’t have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and hunting Danny down.

The battle was longer this time. He didn’t have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!

Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.

Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantom’s Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldn’t risk being left behind.

It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldn’t be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear he’d made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.

Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.

Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.

Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasn’t before, and it put everyone on edge.

Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.

Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.

He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.

Danny returned to Amity.

The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.

How was he supposed to fix this?

In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.

Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?

Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. “Fuck! It’s today isn’t it? I forgot!”

“What’s today?” Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasn’t, and that he would be there soon.

“The arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.”

Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. “Bart,” he stressed. “What are you talking about?”

Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. “The first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,” he said anxiously. “They all protect the town of the original metas. They’re all here.”

“Here? Now??”

“Yeah? They weren’t before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.”

“WHAT?”

#dpxdc #pondhead blurbs #liminal amity park #I’ve seen stuff like this in the mhaxdp fandom and I eat it up every time #basically the fight with Pariah caused the town to jump through time a little #and while they THOUGHT they were keeping everything in #shit leaked out and tainted those points in time #so technically #historically and genetically speaking #Amity Park is the origin point for the meta gene and Danny made history as the first hero #because Clockwork is a little shit #everyone embodies a basic ability and it has grown from there #the flash family are direct descendants of Dani (speed force Dani for the win)#Dash is the reason super strength exists #so on and so forth #go buck wild #bart learned about it briefly in history class in the 30th century #practically hero worships them #booster gold knows about them too but in contrast to Bart’s excitement #booster is fucking terrified because there was a period where Amity Park rebelled against the US government #and he’s from that specific time #he learned to fear phantom because he lived during that part while Bart is from farther in the future when those issues got resolved #guess who’s chosen to welcome the town? >:)#if you’re wondering what happened to the GIW #they turned into the branch Amanda Waller runs #Danny is the first hero #Vlad the first villain #and Dani the first anti hero #there’s an arc where Danny is trying to fix things but clockwork won’t let him into the timestream and all the heroes are horrified #because yeah Danny is the OG but if he goes back in time to fix his ‘mistake’ what will happen to them?

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hellsitegenetics · 3 months

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Hi, This is sooo so very cool, I’m in the middle of my final exams right now and every so often I forget why I love biology, and chemistry and then I think dammit I should have just picked languages as my high level courses. But whenever I see your blog, I am reminded of why I want to study biochemistry. It’s just so insanely cool. Anyways, you don’t have to answer, but I just wanted to let you know. Many thanks!!!!

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Closest match: Globicephala melas genome assembly, chromosome: 19 Common name: Long-finned pilot whale (dolphin)

#tumblr genetics #genetics #the-name-was-lost #asks #YOOO FIRST DOLPHIN!!!#dolphins #also it makes me so happy to hear that this blog gets you excited about science again #i've almost quit several times. shit sucks #but it makes me so happy to see real scientists and students find joy in this silly little blog #you gotta push through. for the aminals #for the long-finned pilot whale (which is actually a dolphin)

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nerdpoe · 9 months

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Danny needs help. Danny needs the Ancient of Justice.

Only one small problem; there isn't one.

Or at least, there isn't one yet.

The previous Ancient of Justice had been Pariah Dark, and after seeing so many injustices he had gone mad, and sought to fix the Infinite Realms through force.

But Clockwork assures Danny that there's an Ancient of Justice in the works, he's just still mortal at the moment.

Danny...really can't wait for the guy to die to ask for assistance. The Demons only deal in absolutes, and he needs someone like the Ancient of Justice on his side to help him with the weird double speak they insist on using.

Otherwise, they'll bamboozle him into more territory and displace more ghosts.

So he hunts the not-an-Ancient yet down.

Which is how Batman finds himself being stared down by a teenager with vividly glowing green eyes.

"Listen up, you're gonna be a God when you die and I need you to cash in those God Powers early; demons are getting uppity and they keep talking circles. I need you to make them listen."

The kid has black hair, is too skinny, his clothes are scuffed and dirty, and is clearly living in a vivid fantasy to escape from his harsh reality of being homeless.

The eyes speak of a clear Lazarus Contamination, and the stance speaks of someone who is trained to fight.

So he asks the only thing he can think to.

"...Are you hungry?"

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #Jason on the comms screaming at him to step away from the kid Bruce holy shit you've got enough #Dick whispering about how this is a mini Jason completely in awe #Tim dryly advising to keep the mini Jay away from any clown paraphernalia #Damian suspiciously quiet #Barbara asks if he's planning on killing the new kid #he just says that the kid looks far too skinny #then they realize oh no #the adoption tendency is genetic #danny would really like for bruce to get on board and help him finish up those negotiations #too bad for him bruce is convinced he's delusional from lack of food and sleep #danny's just tired and dirty from searching literally all of gotham

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rattycattyfanfic · 3 months

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HUHHHHH repo + saw oomfs wake the fuck up!!! rare shawnee zydrate anatomy demo!!!!!

#whoever found this and posted it.......youre the realest holy shit #repo! the genetic opera #saw franchise #shawnee smith #txt #SoundCloud

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murdermitties · 1 month

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Whitestorm

#whitestorm #thunderclan #warrior cats #wc #warriors designs #warrior cats designs #i don't think im back in swing with these design #i just hada moment with this one #HOPEFULLY we're back?? but i can't promise that #ANYWAYS ANYWAYS #dragon themed whitestorm??#idk man it felt right #genetically?? white spotted grey tabby #larger van point ish #the red is simply cuz i think it looked good #its not part of his genetics if you wanna giva shit about those

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pinkieloveheartpastel · 11 months

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Desserts: *existing*

Fatphobic people: OMGGG THAT’S DIABETES. DIABETES IN A CUP. DIABETES IN A BOWL. SUGAR. TOO MUCH SUGAR. SUGAR IS BAD. OMGGG I WOULD NEVER EAT THAT MUCH SUGAR. I WOULD NEVER EAT SUGAR. I-

#fatphobia #Shut the fuck up #it’s as if it’s their duty to just spout some fatphobic shit everytime sugar is present #as if it’s some kind of accomplishment to hate food #shut the actual fuck up #sugar is not bad #y’all are so fucking brainwashed by diet culture #diet culture #also that’s not how diabetes works #I’m tired of people spreading misinformation #diabetes is genetic #sugar does not cause diabetes

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notsosmallbean · 7 months

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yall watch porn? WEAK. I beat it to horror musicals

#repo #repo! the genetic opera #rocky horror picture show #american psycho #sweeney todd #< this shit is just sexy idk what to tell you

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sergle · 4 months

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I think my favorite thing about doing ginger red hair instead of cherry red hair is: lying to people about it

#I love the cherry red / wine red and I'll probably go back at some point bc it's my Origin.#but for now.#I don't actively lie to people but bc it's a Natural and Plausible hair color #and I'm already pale and I dye my eyebrows to match my hair. ppl figure it's natural #and it has come up MULTIPLE TIMES. and I've recently been rolling with it instead of correcting ppl. bc who cares?#recent examples that come to mind (but I did correct them in this one) my surgeon assuming it was natural #and using my genetics as a natural redhead as a baseline to tell me about what I can expect from my future scarring #and then again later with the anesthesia. they were going to dose me differently #the anesthesiologist glanced at me when I came into the OR and was getting the stuff ready on his cart #and when he heard me talking to my doc and re-telling him that oh the hair isn't natural #he was behind the curtain like FUCK #taking shit off his cart and quietly redoing his setup #that's how I learned that redheads need higher doses of anesthesia than other ppl.#they also need more of the topical stuff like lidocaine. apparently they metabolize it faster(?)#ANYWAY he was going to up my dose thinking I needed it lol #so i almost got way more sedatives and pain meds than i needed bc of my hair dye LMAOOO #other more Normal Life examples was a country dude in full hunting gear holding a door open for me someplace #and I said thank you and he lifted his hat up to point at his (natural) red hair and said ''twins!''#this one sticks with me because that was such a cute thing to do. what the hell #and at snakefest I was talking to some people at their food truck. there was an older guy who trapped me into a convo for like 30mins #he was Very Nice. and they were going to some type of irish festival next and said I should go too bc I'll be right at home #flat out just was like. this bitch looks irish #and I don't know why all of this is so funny to me. it has no reason to be.

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willthespy · 6 months

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Can’t believe she survived lmaooo

#GUYS I DREW THIS WHILE WEARING GLASSES WHICH I NEVER DO AND IT WASNT BLURRY??#guy finds out about glasses and fucking died #eat ur vegetables my euesight used to be good and now i cant see shit trust 🙏 (its genetics)#bianca di angelo #di angelo siblings #pjo #percy jackson #pjo fanart #rrverse #riordanverse #she did NOT deserve to die im still upset about that #she does no wrong #pjoverse #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #my art #artists on tumblr

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archiarthur · 6 months

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I have returned and bring you doodles what's up

Also trying out markers forgive me for quality in the last one

#tf2 #science party #team fortress 2 #engiemedic #art-chi #tf2 medic #engineer x medic #tf2 engineer #medic x engineer #medicengie #genetic engineering #german engineering #genetic engineering tf2 #german engineering tf2 #Been trying to post this for 3 times now PLEASE TUMBLR let me or I'll shit myself

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amusingmusie · 12 days

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I know it's not going to happen but what do you think a child between Nel & Alastor would be like? Personality wise or appearance

History Repeats Itself

This is goddamn ridiculous.

Heels click against shiny vinyl flooring as Nel tears off down the hallway, speeding past flyers promoting honors ceremonies and painted murals of happy children. Pushing open door after door and stomping hard enough to make her knees shake, she does nothing to hide her rage over such a bullshit situation. Her fingers twitch with the need for a goddamned cigarette, but she doesn’t trust herself to not light this private school aflame with it. Oh no, she’s not chancing that, not when she’d ruin the career she fought to earn and the schooling she pays out the ass for in one fell swoop.

Her warpath only halts when she reaches a thick wooden door simply labeled as Dean’s Office. It’s becoming increasingly familiar as of late. With a barely contained growl, she knocks the door open, steps into the room, and prepares for battle.

“She is evil!”

“That’s a strong word. I prefer the term strong-willed instead.”

“Shut it! You’re a malignant tumor on this school!!!”

“Wow, that was a good one. You’re improving your vocabulary, congratulations!”

“DEVIL!”

“You know, anything you say can be held against you in court, I’d mind your words if I were you.”

“WE ARE NOT IN COURT!!!!!”

Nel watches a teenage girl hiss and spit pure venom with all the rage of a feral creature. Her dark eyes are blazing with unfiltered fury, something Nel herself recognizes all too well. There’s no need to ask what has her raging- oh no, Nel is aware of the issue, she sure fucking knows exactly who is responsible for this mess.

Turning on her heels, Nel stares down the little shit sitting primly in a chair by the flabbergasted dean. Not a curly hair is out of her place on her head, with each chocolate strand pinned neatly back with a stylish bow. Quickly, she gives a small pat to her immaculate bumper bang like she’s brushing away some invisible dust that could possibly disrupt her picture-perfect image.

She’s a doll with smooth caramel skin and large hazel eyes.

She’s adorable with pearly white teeth and freckles dotted across her cheeks.

She’s precious with her long, poofy skirt and long, poofy hair.

She’s perfect.

Except, her mother knows better. Oh, does she ever know better.

“Sweet Christ,” Nel sighs with something that isn’t quite disappointment, but certainly isn’t glee. Nobody has breathed a word of what events called her down to the private school, again, but she’s certain that her spawn is somehow responsible because she is always responsible when chaos occurs. “Evie. What in the hell is going on here?”

“Momma, there you are!” Bouncing out of her seat, Evie skips over to her mother without a care in the world. She doesn’t bat an eye at her classmate glaring daggers at her or the dean blinking in exasperation since she’s too busy sidling up to her revered birth-giver. “Listen, this is all a big, silly mix-up. I’m completely innocent-”

“Lies-!”

“It was Roxxy who dumped the paint on her own bag to frame me-”

“NO, I DID NOT-!”

“Because why would I ever do such a terrible thing?” Looking for backup, she moves her gaze to the dean, who simply nods his head in slight agreement. “I would never jeopardize my perfect record with the threat of a conduct mark, and for what? To upset my good friend Roxxane with a ridiculous prank?”

“We are not friends!” the other teen growls, her skin turning an intense shade of crimson from the wrath boiling in her bones.

“You’re right, we’re best friends! Thank you for reminding me,” Evie chirps, her toothy smile growing wider.

Nel swats away unfortunate flashbacks that threaten to overtake the moment.

“Okay, kid, put a pin in it. Just, God, come on, we’re leaving, now. Go.” Once her daughter departs from the room with a final wave to her so-called friend, Nel stares at the dean. “Stop calling me for this bullshit. I pay this school too goddamn much money to run up here each time there’s an issue with these two- next time, deal with it.”

The door slams shut behind her, and she marches on.

Leather pumps and leather oxfords click together in time down the hallway.

“What on God’s green earth possessed you to do that?” Nel scoffs, not pausing her march to freedom for a moment. It hardly matters since her kid already has at least an inch on her, because of course she does, her legs are more than long enough to keep up with the redhead’s shorter stomps. “Dumping paint on someone’s bag? Shit, did you just forget any home training I gave you?”

“Momma!” Evie gasps in offense, her round eyes going wide. “You don’t believe in my innocence?”

“No.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Just like that, the act drops and she shrugs, clicking her shiny saddle shoes on the floor. “But I didn’t do it for fun. Well, maybe I did, but she also deserved it.”

“You cannot continue to terrorize that girl. This is the third time that there’s been an incident in the past five weeks. Every time you get yourself into a mess, I gotta hightail it up here to drag you home, and that’s time I lose with my clients, and that’s money I lose to spend on you. You think it reflects positively on me when I’m unable to run my firm because I’m wrangling my daughter?”

“I know, but-“

“Genevieve Marie Sheridan-“

“You don’t understand!”

“Then enlighten me.”

“She’s terrible!” Uncharacteristic irritation crosses over Evie’s sharp facial features, contorting them into a disgruntled expression eerily similar to the one worn by the ginger walking next to her. “I’m telling you, I have never met someone so absolutely dull and unpleasant in all my life! Sure, I’ve only been alive for fourteen years, but I’ve had a worldly fourteen years!”

“Oh, really now?”

“Momma, forget the details! What I’m trying to explain to you is that she is awful, so I’m attempting to help her become less awful with some harmless fun.”

A familiar feeling creeps along Nel’s skin. It’s a distant feeling, one she hasn’t felt in nearly fifteen years, but it’s one she can never forget, not ever. It’ll haunt her til the day she dies, and long after that too.

Cold realization begins to dawn on her.

“...What makes this girl so bad?”

“What doesn’t?” the teen snips, rolling her eyes. “She always has to argue with me or oppose me, she can never just listen to anything I say! I don’t understand. Everyone else loves me- as they should, I’m amazing.”

“Mhm.”

“But not her! Never her. She’s been against me since we moved here, what, seven years ago? All because everyone adores me due to my benevolent nature and because she’s an envious ball of rage with no friends.”

“Mhm.”

“And I always think of how repulsive she is, especially at the worst times! Did you know that I dreamed of her nasty little face the other night? She’s a true nightmare at this point. I can’t escape her even in my sleep.”

“I bet.”

“So, in conclusion, she is my number one enemy, and I will destroy her.” Evie raises her upturned nose into the air with a slight huff. “In completely legal ways, of course. Such as kindness. And a few ink bombs too.”

There it is.

Pausing at the front of the school, Nel faces the little turd fully, her initial anger fading. Hell, she can never stay mad at the kid for long; that’s her baby, no matter how tall she grows or how ruthless she becomes.

When Evie returns her mother’s softening gaze with a kind one of her own, Nel swallows down an old sadness that’s taken root inside of her. It’s been there for years, always hovering like a ghost in the background, always lingering no matter how long she ignores it. But, its presence isn’t so heavy with her kid here, even if she wears a dead man’s face and speaks in his same chipper tone.

It would be just like Alastor to have a child so eerily like himself. He could never quit the game; he’d always leave some version of himself behind to plague Nel.

Fitting. He always had to have the last laugh.

“You know, I know a thing or two about having an enemy.”

“Oh, like the DA?”

“No, not that son of a bitch, though he’s worthless,” she grumbles. “No, I had someone else I swore to destroy a long time ago.”

“Well, did you?” she asks, and Nel gives her a strained, tired smile.

“Yes and no. That’s a story for another day. For now, all I’ll tell you is that you need to be careful, and that maybe you should spend some time using that big brain to decide what you really think of this nemesis of yours.”

“Well, I hate her. I don't need to think about that.”

Nel rolls her eyes. “No doubt, but hate can sometimes…ah, fuck it, I’ll save it.” With a shake of her head, she waves away her words. “You’ll figure it out, baby. Now come on, we’re getting the hell out of here. Goddamn ridiculous school.”

“Yes ma’am!” Evie skips along happily next to Nel, contagious cheer radiating off of her. “We need to go anyway. I’d like to be at least down the block before the dye bomb I placed in Roxxy’s locker detonates.”

“...The what?”

There’s a distant pop, and then a muffled scream from deep inside of the school building.

Evie blinks innocently, and then Nel sighs.

History always repeats itself.

#I really hope you like Evie because she's existed in my brain for almost as long as I've been writing Yours Truly #I don't feel like this drabble did her true justice either #she is the little shit of all time #also I couldn't resist making her enemy have an “ox” name whoopsie #she's unfortunately very similar to her father #Nel's genetics got bodied #evil lesbian child #don't argue with her you won't win and you'll wake up without a liver

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hellsitegenetics · 2 months

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What's the sequence for the script of the pilot of the big bang theory

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ttgtgattaTGAGTTATtCAtatgtagtattattttATtTattgtttatatatcacTTTAACTTATTATTAATTAtattttagctataattaTTTCTACCTCATTAAATGACGTCAATGTATAATTACTATATCAATAATTGAGTTATtCAgtAAgcatttgAgcactattacttatattAatacTATCACATGAAAAATTTAGTTTCTACTTACTgtcaccACaagATATGATCTTCCCCTCTGAGtttaaAtttaTGAGTTATtCtgaatagaGTtaggctcTTATACAAaacagctgttTAtatgTAAAaTCATTAATTCTGAGTTATtCAacttgTtGttaAAAACTTAATTCGTACTATTTTGACTTTAAAATTCTTAATTAGGAAAAATCATAAATCTCACTTGAAATATACTAGAAACTATATTAatctatAggtgtaaataaatgtcactatggttTGAGTTATtCAatatatTtctccatactctAatagttattaAggtggggttactaagagcatTattAttctttataaatgaatACTttTTTAACTTCTACAAgaTGAGTTATtCAaattctcagagaAggtgtactcataatggtgacacaa

actgctAcaataaatatatttatacactgtatatttcttactatgtatttcttgtatAaTattagTGAGTTATtCCTAATAATCTTAGAATTTATTTTTCTctagaggtttttttatttatatatgtataaaaAAGatCatCTTATTTGAGTTATtAACTCAATAAAATTTATAattaaAAATTAATTAaatTCTTaAtcAGAAATACTTAATAATCTCttatCTTGAAActatatTGAGTTATtACTattatcactatttgtgatgTatatttatataattatggaATaAaaaataACATATGAATATaaattattttcactaaatTTGAGTTATtAAatCatAATAAttatatTCCATATGTAAatattattttttatatcttttttAatatTatttTtatatTCCTattATTGTCCtttTGAGTTATtAttattcattcAgtttattcgttaattattcatctattcttataccatgtattacttataagtattcttcaggcataatcataaattcgttatttcATTTATAACATGAGTTATtAAatctacaatTattttaaatcattAtTagtagggttgAatagtacaAtagatcacatA

aAAAATTatgggTGAGTTATtAAAAtgaggtgCAGGTCTtatagatTataaagttacattattttatatcattactatattaattattatactatattttactatAtattgtatatagttatatggttatatcaaaatggccTGAGTTATtAATAtaactgtaattatgtttcatatgaccgttTatttgacatccAGATGATAaCtgtatgacaatagcatAtaactaaaaaCtgAtataagtgtatgtatattTatTatAttatTGAGTTATtATATCGAACAGTAatagAtTTATATTGTttttattagacttAtattatatagtttcaAATAATGACAttcattaaaAaaaaatatTatgtatggtaaacttttagcAttactatgtaatctTGAGTTATtAACTttaataatcttTtatttgtcGTGTttgagaatttaATAATTatTTTATATATCTTagaatTGAGTTATtATTTATTGTAATCtatAataaaatactaattATatttatTagggattAatatgtactatcatgAatggtatAatactattatccataTGAGTTATtAAttgtatttgtaggcAatatttatatacaaatttatcattttcaggTaaAtGaaaTACATTACTATACTaggtctTAGTATAATAATCTAGTT

TTAAAAAACATATatttTAAtatatcTCTGAGTTATtAAatTATTATTATTAACTTTCTTAATATAATAATAACTATATGAAATTtatagctTATtagtTATATCCTCtcaacctcTAAtatATatgatatgTAAAtttagtaaaaTagtTTTTTGAGTTATtAAtaataTagTaaaTTTTATAattcaatcatgctAtaTaaactACTATATAAtatctgttgtttcttTGTTCCTGAGTTATtATcataatCaTcattacaaattcttgatacaTattatctagtcaTActcaagtcagTTTAgAAAATACTTGAGTTATtACTTCATAAAATTCTAattaaAACttcttAACTATATTcAatTtcgtattcaagagAAACTTTTTAAtcaaattaTGAGTTATtTAAAttctatatcaactaacgaagtgatatTAACTCattaAttTAAtccttttttaatagTAATCAGTATTATGATATACCTCTTGATTATCTATTAAGTCCCTAACTattttagtACACTAtATCTAGTTAAATCTGTTGAGTTATtACTgatgTAcaaataaacataggAtatTactctaatgactatgttTAAtattgttTAaggATTtaTatgtc

tattatttaaatattaaTGAGTTATtATAAatTtATAAatatTatttataaatgtACTAATAatcagATAACAAAATTTAAACTTcGttcttCAgaaggAATTAATAGTTATTACTTATACTTTGAGTTATtCCCTACAATTATAaAATTCAAAGTAGATaAAttgataggAtggagttgttctcatgtctActtgtaagacttgagttgtatTGAGTTATtCAaAttttaatAttataaccgtaattcacacggaAataattaattactatattttatcacacagatAttatatatcttggACTTTGAGTTATtCTAAAATTATAttaaAAAAAATTATAAATTGTCCgtaaatttTAAGACATTAACTagTCTATATagtcatataataTacatttaatgatacacttattatcctttTGAGTTATtTAaatttgtacattgcattttacaatataTatatttgaattatcATTAAGGCTTTGAGTTATtCTAATTGTATAattaACTTTCAAGATTTtcggttggcaAagataaacgATCTTTCTaAaatAtcctTGttattgTGAGTTATt

AattggtgttatatctatgaaccttgActgattttttcaatttgttgttatattgagagataACAATTCTTCATATCTttagtatcatAtattACTTATAATACAGAACTATACaATGAGTTATtaaaatatATatgatGATTTTAATATcttAtgatGATATCACTTTGAGTTATtCTAATTAATTTATAatAAAACTACTAGTAGATTTCTaAaTttcTtgttgActtAattcctagttaTGAgtcTTATTTTGAGTTATtTTAATTCTGACTCATTTTGTCCATCGATAGAAAGAatggTTgcatgttAaTTataAtaTtATttgttAtacaTATACTGAGTTATtTatttgggATggACacatttgTtgtgatcaacgATtttttActatAttatatTGAGTTATtAttatttacctaattgttataatcacgttataaAtttattaataAGttcaaaatattcaccttggttaattatctTTGAGTTATtCTAATTGTATAataAAATTGTTATaA

atgttatAggtatcaTCACTTTGAGTTATtCTTAATTATAaTCTTAAtatagggtgttatattatgattatAacagttctacttAtCatattGatttttatAtCatatGaataaaaTGAGTTATtAaaattgtaaaaattatctaataaccctctagtTataaagatacttCTTTGAGTTATtCTAAAATTCTAattaaTATAAAGATAATCTAATCTCTCAATTCTATTCTGTTATTgattccaatatcAttgtaTatcttaaatTCATAATCTCatagatTaATGAGTTATtTcagatacAaatttttcTTcAATAGataCTATTATTATAATTTTTAACAGa

ttTAATCTgtaaTAAACTCTAAGAAAaatatttaaatTGAGTTATtaGTTAGCTTaggatggattcAcTatttctgtaAGatTaTTATCGAGATATaAattgaatTCTTATAAAtataTTGAGTTATtATCatagatTGAtatatttattacTAAaATACTTTGAGTTATtTAGTAGATACATATGTGTattaaAGTAGATTACTTAAATATaatcataTaaacTatcccaTatataaccgaaccAgaacagttTTAAtatatTAATTATGCTAAATGAGTTATtTAGTTATTAataaacagtattaaGGTTTTTTTAtatataataaatattcagAAAAAATGGATAAATTAATAT

Closest match: Litomosoides sigmodontis genome assembly, chromosome: X

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