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boanerges20 · 1 day
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Michael Dunlop Isle Of Man T.T.
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creationcast · 3 months
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Our February series is underway! We invited Maso Perez to join us to learn about the official Boyfriend Dungeon TTRPG, Life on the Edge!
We were thrilled to learn about this unique game where you play as people who can turn into weapons, and it's as much about your relationships with one another as it is about fighting through some very personal dungeons where you wield one another in battle.
If you like what you hear on this episode, the rest of this month's series is up on our patreon! Check out episode 2 and 3 right here:
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emlee81 · 26 days
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Just a quick one shot of Rory's character in Right At Your Door. Highly recommend!
Warning: Mentions bombs, hints at death, some minor swearing.
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You'd been caught in the crossfire of one of those bombs. Or at least you'd thought so anyways. You cough, staggering to your feet, quickly checking for blood. You don't see any.
Hurrying towards the street, you see a car approaching and you run towards it, waving your arms to get the driver's attention. He slams on the brakes, as the car screeches to a halt only inches from where you're standing.
The driver leans out the window, swearing at you. You ignore this, rushing over to climb into his car.
"What the hell are you doing?" The guy shouts. "Get the hell outta my car!"
"I'm sorry! Please help me! I don't have anywhere else to go!" You burst into tears and the guy sighs heavily, putting his foot on the gas and roaring off towards his house.
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You're helping him with sealing up every window in his house. You keep sneaking peeks at him. Damn. He's very handsome. Curly dark hair and dark brown eyes. You feel something stir inside you.
"You almost finished there?" He startles you and you jump, spinning to face him. His eyes look downcast and red rimmed. Obviously he's been crying. You nod.
"Yeah. Uh by the way, I'm Y/N."
"Brad," he offers. You smile, stepping closer to him, aching to touch his face.
"Thanks for letting me come here," you say softly, suddenly realizing that Brad has stepped closer to you. He sets down the roll of duct tape he'd been holding and stares at you, the vulnerability plain on his face.
You set down your roll of tape and open your arms. Brad immediately moves into them, clinging desperately to you. You gently wrap your arms around him, as his head falls into the crook of your neck.
He begins to cry softly as you hold him, stroking his disheveled hair and murmuring softly in his ear. After a few minutes, he pulls away, roughly wiping at his face, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"I, uh, didn't mean to do..that," Brad mumbles, his head hanging. You touch his arm and his eyes lock on to yours.
"No harm done."
"Thanks."
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You've fallen asleep on the couch and can't remember a thing when you first awakened. Then you saw Brad standing by the window, looking pensive. You struggle up, yawning and calling out to Brad, who immediately turns, looking at you.
"Hey. You doing all right?"
"Yeah." You stretch out your arm to Brad, who comes to you, sitting down and leaning against your body. You smile, reaching out for his hand.
"I know this crap is super scary and we have no idea what's going to happen," Brad murmurs. "But I'm glad that I have you here beside me."
"Ditto." Brad grabs your face, passionately kissing you and you grab his arms, returning the kiss.
"It could get worse before it gets better," you say, stroking his beard. Brad nods, holding you in his arms as you nestle against his chest.
"That's why we have to make every minute count," you whisper, pressing your lips to his. Brad actually smiles, gently squeezing your hand.
"I couldn't agree more, Y/N."
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prose2passion · 1 year
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At the 183rd ASA Meeting, Brendan Smith will describe how hydrophones can listen to the sounds of deep-sea hydrothermal vents, informing the environmental impacts of deep-sea mining and assisting with interplanetary exploration. He and his supervisor David Barclay have developed noninvasive ways to study the vents that are sustainable in the long term because they work from a safe distance. Understanding the acoustics in the vicinity could help predict and prevent environmental impacts.
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csmsdust · 1 year
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I'm 50 pages in a book about quantum biology and it's my new favorite
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tiffanylyn · 29 days
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Friends Forever 🤣
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mtmcguire · 6 months
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This week I have been mostly …
Running around like a blue-arsed fly. No change there then. Even so, I am going to write a blog post because I am beginning to understand that writing reasonably regular blogs is actually part of my self-care regimen. Yes. This is where I vent, and if I don’t, I start venting to actual Real Humans. The joy of a blog is that, if you don’t want to read this, you can just not read it, but Real Live…
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stormysummerskyed · 1 year
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I’m on the edge - I’ve got 15 ao3 tabs open and if I don’t stop now, it’ll be >100 before I know it
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spocks-kaathyra · 1 month
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experimenting w making little trek dolls for the STLV craft swap :))
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boanerges20 · 4 months
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Michael Dunlop Isle Of Man T.T.
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plesiosaurys · 8 months
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getting emotional over footage of an amateur scuba diver interacting with a coelacanth. they are hunted by large deepwater predators, and here comes a large creature bearing the brightest lights it's ever seen, making strange noises, but it does not shy away. it hovers, calmly, as the diver reaches out and trails a hand down its back. im strongly against the anthropomorphizing of real life animals but the stupid emotional part of me loudly insists this is because it recognizes us, the alternating movements of its four paired limbs matching the diver's four paired limbs, & it is thinking, "hello, cousins, we missed you these 66 million years, it's so good to see you again. welcome back, welcome home."
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I have some advice to writers in fandom: if you start to feel like fandom is making you dislike your own writing, get the hell out. Do not wait, do not pull halfway out, fucking go. Fandoms are vicious and there are people out there who make themselves feel better by tearing others down. Waiting for likes teaches you to externalize your sense of self-worth. Reblogs and follower counts become unspoken competitions.
Leave with your sense of self-worth intact. Loving your writing is worth more than anything you could possibly get out of fandom, I promise you.
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prose2passion · 7 months
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barghest-land · 10 months
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drew arthur with a little friend. they're talking about life and death
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stuckinapril · 1 month
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It really is so true that you never know what someone’s going through behind closed doors. I’ve made being gentle and kind my default bc I’ve had super put together friends disclose the most harrowing time of their lives to me and it’s like oh?? You were going through that???? I would’ve never guessed
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hoodeenie · 4 months
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TEAM SNOTNUTS YEAHHHH
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