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SUCK MY DICK!
Yes, I’ve seen G. I. Jane about a hundred times.
And with that, I’m done. I’ve said it before. The internet is my fucking escape. Fuck with that, and I’m out. I have hundreds of people shoving their agendas and beliefs in my face all goddamn day long, I won’t take it from my means of escape. I’m clicking the log out button, and going on my merry way. Go ahead and think I’m wrong, close-minded, immature, whatever. People already think that about me, and I don’t fucking care.
/end sexy-science.tumblr.com
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Most effective planned parenthood? NOT FUCKING. Seriously, if you can’t handle the potential consequences, keep it in your own pants. And with that, I’m going on another 48 hour (minimum) Tumblr/Twitter blackout. Remains to be seen if I come back this time.
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Alexia is up to being herself again. Admittedly, Walter’s being an avoidant jerk and asking for her to get bitchy.
“Goddamnit Walter, I thought they trained you guys to not chase people who are firing at you.”
Avoiding her eyes, he glanced at the shirt in his hand. The room was warm enough, he really didn’t want to go through the effort of putting it back on.
She noticed and shook her head. “What else happened?”
“I told you. He put up a fight.”
Muttering something angrily, Lext stood up and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch. She moved to spread it on the floor near the fireplace and turned back to the couch, tugging one of the throw pillows out from behind him and tossing it to the floor. “Lay down on your stomach.” She pointed at the blanket. “Now.”
He eyed her warily. “Why?”
Crossing her arms over her chest again, she glared at him. “I’m going to give you a goddamn massage.”
Standing up slowly, he rolled his eyes. “This is the first time I’ve ever had someone offer a massage with such anger.” -
Awww. What a gorgeous rattie. Dumbos just look so laid-back and easy-going. I want to hug him and his teddy and it would be incredibly recursive.
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Police Academy Cadet? Well, I am a forensic sciences student.
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Posted on February 9, 2011 via schmiss with 29,970 notes
Source: astroextensionist
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Plant Porn!
Me (looking into microscope):I have a question.Prof (across the room):Yes Tibia, what this time?Me:Nah man, this one's legitimate. I am seriously not understanding this concept.Prof (reluctantly walks over):What is it?Me:The lab manual wants me to distinguish between the two types of flowers on this daisy, but I'm not seeing two types here. These disc flowers are just immature ray flowers.Prof:Are you looking at the edge of the head or in the middle?Me:Both. I've actually removed the flowers from half of the head and I can directly compare them all. The ones in the middle seem to open up, release pollen, then fully mature into ray flowers. How does that make them a separate type?Prof:Immature and mature. Those are the two types.Me:I guess I don't understand how that makes them two distinct flowers.Prof:You're working too hard at it, Tib. You've gone beyond what the scope of the manual is trying to cover at this point. Just be able to distinguish between the two types.Me:Immature and mature? Disc and ray?Prof:Exactly. And you are right. That was a legit question.:I am just having a time with teachers this week. And my psychologist, too. Apparently, my fear of infants and pregnancy is weird enough that she would look at me like I'm totally unhinged. I think I might want to go back and find the reset button for this week, but on the other hand, maybe not.I was the last student to leave lab, and I did get into a long and interesting conversation with the prof. I'd apparently confused him by being both the type of student to make a bajillion cracks about plant genitalia, yet I was interested and invested enough in the subject matter to go well beyond the scope of the lab. He'd more or less given up on me after instructing us to come up with g-rated pickup lines for flowers we were making and I wasn't quite complying. Apparently "I'll fill you up, buttercup!" tends to make teachers think a student doesn't care. -
@Xine13
That was early on, too. S3, actually. They are so perfect for each other.
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…Do the Presbyterians think Rocks are animals?
I was taught dogs don’t go to heaven, but that’s one of my issues with the Church. If heaven is truly a place of perfect happiness, my old fuzzbug has to be waiting for me.
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Today in Criminalistics...
Prof:You wanna cushy fed job? You wanna go to Area 51? Meet Scully? That sound good to you? *long pause* Scully's like sixty now. That still sound good to you?Me:Actually, she'd be forty-seven on the twenty-third, if she were real, sir. February 23, 1964.Prof:See me in my office after class, Tibia. We need to discuss your television addiction. And while we're on the topic, what's with Mulder? Sucking on those sunflower seeds like it's the 60's all over again? Freud would have a blast with him. Oral fixation, parent issues, and the whole thing with his sister. Incidentally Tibia, how old is Mulder?Me:Forty-nine, sir. October 13, 1961.Prof:And for those of you aiming higher, I just demonstrated all you need to know. Know those under you. Know their strengths, weaknesses, dreams, nightmares, addictions, and secret crushes. And if you're in charge of Tib here, remember that she's the bastard lovechild of Mulder and Abby and wishes she was Ducky. -
@Xine13
Yesh! Only b&w ep, I believe.
Seriously though, is that something other parts of the country practice? Or just us redneck scum up here in the woods?
I am weird. I like X-Files, bones, art, music, and a bajillion other things. Seriously ADD and fairly crazy as well. Mulder101361 on Twitter.
