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Mantis shrimp - Cassarric

mantis shrimp: what could not be unseen

It begins with an offhand comment.

“She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she? Seeker Cassandra.”

At first he doesn’t think much about it. It’s not a secret that she has admirers, a small flock of shy recruits and even a handful of wizened soldiers watching her unleash hell on the courtyard practice dummies, young and weathered faces alight with a mixture of awe and fear of the Maker. He’s teased her about it on a number of occasions, if only to get a rise out of her – that incredulous splutter, and that shock-red flush of her sharp-boned cheeks, neither reaction due to the fact that he’d dare suggest her desirable, but rather that it should be true, which, given her smitten audience, isn’t really that hard to believe. Although, honestly? Varric hadn’t given it much thought.

‘Hadn’t’ of course being the problem here.

And the comment that does it is such an innocuous thing – caught in passing one day, it’s picked up by ears used to stealing slivers of gossip from crowded taverns, and it’s nothing that he hasn’t heard before. Hell, compared to the shit sifted through the Skyhold rumour mill, lewd bets and speculations regarding everything from girth to stamina (things no one needs to know, really), a comment on Cassandra’s looks is downright chaste.

But chaste be damned, the comment sticks, and with even more persistence than that one remark he’d caught praising Tiny’s…not-so-tiny attributes. But shit, what he wouldn’t give now to have that thought at the forefront of his mind, and not this – whatever the hell this is, this sudden and weird fascination with the Seeker, who he’s never offered so much as a second glance. Although to be fair, Varric suspects his former dismissal might have had something to do with his first impression of her being somewhat stained by the fact that she’d threatened to have him strung up by his ankles (and not in the fun way). And he’d been a little too preoccupied trying to keep her off Hawke’s back to take much note of whether or not her cheekbones really could cut glass.

Now, though, it’s suddenly all he can think about, the sleek angles of her face and the strong jaw tapering to her sharp chin, and – okay, she’s not unattractive, he’ll give her that.

Of course, there’s a fine line here, as is always the case with extremes, like begrudging acceptance and deep-in-your-gut recognition of fact. And it doesn’t take him long to realise that he’s long since crossed the line when it comes to his impression of the Seeker.

Admitting it, though? Hell no.

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{{ Here’s the cast for the Hunger Games! I’ve distinguished duplicate muses with different spellings where applicable, and with urls in part or whole. Districts were determined by list randomization, and District 12 got Toji and Kensuke because we were just shy of enough people.

I’ll probably stick all the events in a queue for tomorrow since it’s late here and people are probably asleep. URLs of all participants are under the cut!

Reminder that in the event that Shinji, Toji, or Kensuke win, or the winner doesn’t want their graphic, prize goes to the runner up. uvu

If you don’t want to see this on your dash, please blacklist “#nerv’s 1st annual hunger games”! }}

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sunset!! :,D 🌅 (or something close to that. twilight maybe. i don’t know how skies work)
NiGHTS is a very good muse, not gonna lie.

The signs as moments on The Office (U.S)

Aries: Dwight catching a bat on Merediths head

Taurus: Michael hitting Meredith with his car

Gemini: Andy punching the wall (first time)

Cancer: Andy punching the wall (second time)

Leo: Roy and Pam breakup

Virgo: Dwight stabbing the CPR dummy and wearing its face

Libra: Jim and Pam getting married

Scorpio: Walk to find a cure for rabies

Sagittarius: Dwight as the assistant to the assistant regional manager

Capricorn: Weed in the parking lot

Aquarius: Dwight walking on hot coals

Pisces: Micheal falling into the koi pond

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“There was a girl named Trudy…She was retarded, Sam! Her I.Q. was lower than Jimmy’s. And all the kids in the neighborhood, they used to tease her. Kids can be cruel. They’d call her names, like ‘dummy’ and ‘monkey face.’ And I hated it. And I used to get in fights all the time over this. But that’s what big brothers are for, right?

My mother couldn’t handle it. That’s probably why she ran off with this stupid encyclopedia salesman. But my dad tried to keep us all together. He was a construction worker. He went from job to job, and when it took him to the Middle East, I wound up in an orphanage, and she wound up in an institution.

When I was old enough, I went back there for her. But it was too late. She was gone, Sam. Pneumonia, they said. How does a 16-year-old girl die from pneumonia in 1953, Sam?!”

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Imagine that you’re a teen mum - with twin babies - and Tommy loves to help take care of them…


“Come on you two” Tommy frowned, trying to stop the babies from fighting over the dummy “Please don’t. If your mother catches you doing this, she’ll get annoyed”

The two children looked up at him with confused faces, the dummy forgotten about. One edges closer, holding up his chubby hands for him to take.

Tommy smiled and pulled the boy up onto his lap, bouncing him gently. The other grabbed at a toy on the carpet, amusing themselves.

“Hey there. You missed me, huh?” he smiled, tickling the baby gently.

The child let out a happy giggle, grabbing at the boys shirt.

“Well I’ve missed you too Buddy”

(Y/n) watched from the doorway with a slight smile on her face. Tommy was a great help, he came around almost every day to help her. Some days it felt like she was in a war against the two babes. But with Tommy there, she had some backup.

“This is too cute” she giggled, catching the both boys attention.

The baby made grabbing at her, making her walk over to take him in her arms.

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Jack Killer Ketch💀

Jack: Daddy, I want to play that dummy… *Serious Faced*

Lazypapyrus: Ok Son, show me what you got!

Jack: …. *Serious Faced*

1 Minute Later….

Lazypapyrus: Uhmm…. Son?

Jack: Yes Daddy, Oh…! Right! *Serious Faced*
1 Hour Later….

Lazypapyrus: Are you going to use your magic or not? Im Hungry.

Jack: (Left Eye is Glowing “Red”)
…Ache!

*The Dummy Feels Hurt Badly, Like a Nightmare!*

Lazypapyrus: What happen to the Dummy…?

Jack: I dont know… Wait Daddy give me a sec *Serious Faced*
(Right Eye is Glowing “Orange”) …Morte

[ The Dummy is Dead ]

Jack: So Daddy, How is it…?

Lazypapyrus: Wow Son, Your so Strong and wow i like your Magic and i heard that u said Ache and… and…. wait…. uhm…. ngh….. I can’t remeber…. OHH!!!! I GET IT!!!! its Morte! Wait…. what kind of word is that?

Jack: Daddy, its Portuguese. Morte is Death.

Lazypapyrus: Wo-…! *My Stomach is Growling*

Jack: Daddy… What is that?

Lazypapyrus: Haha…. Well Son, Im already hungry!!!

Jack: Oh… Sorry dad! Come on, Let’s go home!

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In 1946, the Navy set out to see what would happen if a human head was “suddenly thrust into  rapidly moving airstream, as is the case in bail-outs from aircraft at high speeds.” 

So, they set up an experiment in an 8-foot wind tunnel at Langley Research Center in Virginia. First, they lifted a dummy into the wind tunnel. Then, the strapped in a shaved guinea pig where the dummy’s face should be. (Yes, they actually used guinea pigs.) Finally, they lifted human subjects into the path of the wind. They got up to 457 mph winds. The official report says: “It was feared that some damage might be done to the human faces if larger forces were encountered at higher speeds.”

Here’s the full video. 

I like how zen “Subject #1″ looks in the first shot! 

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“There was a girl named Trudy…She was retarded, Sam! Her I.Q. was lower than Jimmy’s. And all the kids in the neighborhood, they used to tease her. Kids can be cruel. They’d call her names, like ‘dummy’ and ‘monkey face.’ And I hated it. And I used to get in fights all the time over this. But that’s what big brothers are for, right?

My mother couldn’t handle it. That’s probably why she ran off with this stupid encyclopedia salesman. But my dad tried to keep us all together. He was a construction worker. He went from job to job, and when it took him to the Middle East, I wound up in an orphanage, and she wound up in an institution. 

When I was old enough, I went back there for her. But it was too late. She was gone, Sam. Pneumonia, they said. How does a 16-year-old girl die from pneumonia in 1953, Sam?!”

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{Feb 3, 2016} 16/100 8:47PM

Another pretty hectic day. Started it with a lecture and then my Organic Chem II lab, which dragged on forever and taught me things I am already fairly comfortable with. 

When I got home I got the pups (he’s actually an old man but don’t tell him) to go for a jog/walk with me which was really great, cause it feels wonderful in Texas today.

After that I watched an SI for OChem II, which is what my desk shows the aftermath of, it was intense and helped me to familiarize myself with concepts I wasn’t completely clear on.

Also pictured is me being a dummy and making funny faces at you, hope you all have a great Wednesday!!!

I’m assuming this is directed at me, unless there’s something ol’ Fordsy isn’t telling me!

Nah, Pyronica’s great and all, but this guy’s been way too busy for romance!  Plus, there are some days where Pyronica really just gets on my nerves, y’know?  Heck, some days, I actually want to literally crush her!

Truth is, I brought her along for Xanthar’s sake! For a ginormous, party hat-wearing freak, he really is a hopeless romantic!  And a ruthless murderer!

Can’t you just see the way he looks at her?

…Haha, course you can’t, he doesn’t have a face, dummy!  Just take my word for it.  I know the affairs of the heart more than anybody!

Probably because I rip out literal hearts on a regular basis.