My school has gained a bit of infamy in the teen productions at the local theater, because we’re bored teenagers hanging out backstage and have nothing better to do than compare the high schools we go to. Some notable things that have happened include: -That one study hall supervisor who was fired and arrested after sleeping with a student, then made his sentence worse by contacting her after his trial or something like that -The honors biology teacher who has, among other things: -Made us dissect squids without gloves -Wouldn’t stop lecturing about the symbolism in some staircase in Gattaca, because it looked like a double helix. My class was spared from this lecture because someone almost passed out in the hallway from dehydration -Once started class with “so I got stung by like 40 bees over the weekend” and then proceeded to tell in extreme detail the story of how he got stung by “like 40 bees.” The next day he brought a bee in a jar to class to show everyone the kind he was stung by -Lectured about how tough he was as an 8 year old because he got stung by a man o’ war jellyfish -Lectured about that time he “ran Costa Rica for 10 weeks” -Lectured about that time he did a presentation on snakes to a Korean cult -Basically he gets himself off topic really easily and I know how to kill a sea urchin because of him, but I can’t name all the differences between plant and animal cells -There’s the Jesus Fountain, which is the best water fountain -Someone’s senior project was to paint a rock -The Pizza Incident, in which aforementioned bio teacher got pissed at a student for ordering a pizza to the school, so they ordered him one the next day -The ridiculous amount of pencils stuck into the ceiling -The ceiling tiles that bulge out, leak, and collapse during the winter -Drive Your Tractor To School Day (to clarify, I go to a public high school in north east Ohio) -The ridiculous amount of bomb threats at the Middle School last year, which happened so often that they stopped evacuating the school to look for evidence of bombs -The carbon monoxide leak earlier in the year that lead to “happy gas leak day” -Our slightly ridiculous mascot, some German guy with a giant moustache standing on a mountain, holding a pick-axe, wearing short shorts -The fire extinguisher incident, where one kid set off a fire extinguisher in the band hallway. He later on taped a picture of a fire extinguisher in the front of one of the bio books in honors bio room -There were rumors that said kid also somehow climbed onto the school roof during homecoming, but nothing was confirmed. Knowing him though, I’d believe it. He climbed the goal post during band camp.
My brother went to the same school and graduated way back. In his days the gym ceiling looked like someone had fixed it with paper and duct tape, a girl passed out in gym class after smuggling alcohol in her water bottle, and there was a bathroom that was closed every year after the first quarter because people kept smoking in it
Bruce stumbled out of the living room, with hardly any control on his faculties. He was exhausted, he was grumpy, he could feel several bruises throbbing into bloom all over his body.
Three days, he hadn’t had any sleep. First there was a nasty bit of business in Metropolis, which Clark obviously couldn’t handle on his own. Then, the Scarecrow dosed Nightwing with his fear gas, which lead to a whole new set of problems. Then Poison Ivy broke Harley out of prison, who tried and failed to let the Joker out. And then……
Bruce was brought out of his reverie by a small voice.
Cat meandered through the twisted wreckage of desks and chairs. She took her time, stepping over fallen light fixtures and scattered pieces of decor. There were holes in the drywall and several of the mounted television screens lay smashed on the floor. The Daxamites had done a number on CatCo.
Still, she couldn’t help the small quirk of her lips as she surveyed the place, her place. Noticing one of the large CatCo magazine cover prints on the floor near her feet, Cat bent down to pick it up. She remembered this one. It was August, two thousand ten. It had been one of their best selling issues, thanks to an exclusive interview with Michelle Obama. She remembered all of the covers.
Walking to the wall, Cat reached up to hang the frame back in its place. She tilted her head and, with the tip of her finger, scooted the frame into a perfectly straight position. With a satisfied, “Hmm,” and a tiny pop of her shoulders, Cat made her way to her office.
Aries: VX, a nerve agent developed for no reason other than to be a bio-weapon. It causes violent muscle contractions followed by paralysis, asphyxiation, and death.
Taurus: Deadly nightshade, a plant that can be used as a hallucinogen at low doses. An overdose causes abnormally fast heart rate, loss of balance, and convulsions. A lethal overdose involves a lack of control over heart rate, breathing, and sweating followed by death.
Gemini: Sarin, a highly volatile nerve agent that’s been used in several terrorist attacks. It can cause effects as a liquid or a gas and leads to tightness in the chest followed by nausea, muscle convulsions, suffocation, and death.
Cancer: Amatoxin, a toxin produced by several species of poisonous mushrooms. It causes burns where it comes into contact with the body and leads to liver damage and eventual liver and/or kidney failure.
Leo: Ricin, a protein derived from castor seeds. It leads to swelling and bleeding in the digestive tract, followed shortly by low blood pressure, shock, organ failure, and death. It has also been used in terrorist attacks.
Virgo: Mercury, element 80 on periodic table. Exposure causes burning and itching along with the sensation of insects crawling on one’s skin or skin peeling from the body. Long-term exposure leads to severe brain damage and death.
Libra: Tetrodotoxin, a neurotoxin found in pufferfish and some other species of the same order. The toxin causes a lack of function in voluntary muscles, including the diaphragm, which leads to paralysis, asphyxiation, and death.
Scorpio: Cyanide, the chemical compound KCN. Results depend on exposure; low long-term exposure can cause eventual paralysis and increased chance of miscarriages, while high doses result in seizures, cardiac arrest, and death.
Sagittarius: Strychnine, an alkaloid derived from the Strychnos nux-vomica tree and used as a pesticide. In humans it causes dramatic and painful convulsions that can lead to muscles locking up and organs failing. Those exposed die of either asphyxiation or exhaustion from the convulsions.
Capricorn: Polonium, a radioactive metal and number 84 on the periodic table. It can cause death in extremely small doses, and long-term exposure leads to radiation poisoning, which can cause kidney or liver failure, cancer, and eventual death.
Aquarius: Arsenic, a toxic metal that is number 33 on the periodic table. Acute poisoning can lead to hair loss, muscle cramping, convulsions, and death. Long-term exposure, such as through groundwater, may lead to nightblindness, organ failure, cancer, and eventual death.
Pisces: Mustard gas, a chemical weapon used largely in World War I. It causes causes large chemical burns and blisters, including potential internal burns in the lungs. Even when these symptoms aren’t lethal, exposure may lead to severe health problems years later.
Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge 2: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School
Summary: Negan is flabbergasted that his lady friend never learned how to drive before the world ended. He takes it upon himself to teach her how, and rewards his “student” with some vehicular naughtiness.
This is a smutty Negan x Rebecca (#Nebecca) drabble I wrote for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Negan Writing Challenge for the Driving Instructor prompt. It takes place after Embracing the Apocalypse (But you totally don’t have to have read that at all to enjoy this. Promise!)
Word Count: 3,255
Content Warnings (or selling points?): Negan being Negan, language, smut, finger fucking, hand jobs, and cum.
Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge 2: Post-Apocalyptic Driving School
“Hold on a fucking minute! What the fuck do you mean you
don’t know how to fucking drive, Fuckface?” Negan’s face was a perfect
combination of amusement and wonder as the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow
on his tanned skin.
He and Rebecca, the aforementioned “Fuckface”, strode side
by side along the perimeter of the Sanctuary, enjoying the crescendo of a
beautiful spring day. The sky was spotted with just a few scant puffs of cloud
and the grass was beginning to return to life after a brutal winter. As annoyed
as she was at the smug smirk that Negan wore, she couldn’t bring herself to let
it get to her. Not today.
“That was a whole lotta ‘fucks’ there, my friend,” she
replied casually with an easy smile on her face, “And to answer your question:
Nope. Never learned. Always thought I would eventually, but then the world
ended, so it kind of took a back seat…Pun intended, by the way.”
Hi Mod! I sometimes think that NR looks most rested when he is in GA filming TWD. Granted, filming can be a lot of long hours and very physical, but I think it puts him on a more “normal” schedule. Especially if he stays put over the weekends rather than flying anywhere. When he is not filming TWD, his schedule/life exhausts me just reading about it! LOL All the cons, art shows, charity stuff, filming Ride in all different locations, plus it seems when he is in NYC, he parties more. I feel like when he is in GA, he leads a bit of a more chill life, riding his bike, hanging out with various cast members. He usually has such a hectic schedule and seems to be constantly on the go, so it is nice to see him be able to slow down a bit. :)
I’ve noticed it as well. The south looks good on him
I live in a decent area that is situated a bit out into the country. I know most of my neighbors within a mile by name and we all help each other out all the time; this includes lending gasoline.
I had filled up the day before [gas station is 2 miles from the house and has competitive prices] so i knew my tank was supposed to show full. I come out to leave for work and turn the car on like normal and watch the gas gauge rise on back up…half way. Ok, no big deal; parents might have borrowed some. I can ask them when I get home.
They say no, they didn’t, and offer to let me fill up from the gas cans we keep filled and stored for whatever we might need it for. I top my tank back off with this welcome help and go on in for the night. The next morning, crank up the car and… ¼ a tank. Something fishy is up.
Asked my nearest neighbors if perhaps they had siphoned my tank for an emergency; its happened before, so figured perhaps that was the explanation. Nope. No one had done so. I figured I could only conclude there was some one stealing my gas. Time to fix that.
I go on to the gas station and fill up my tank again. I also fill a 1 gallon jug most of the way with diesel, then top off the jug with gasoline. The combine mixture now, for all intents and purposes, appears and smells like gasoline.
I head on home and set up a pipe with a cap and sink it on into my gas tank, then take it out to be sure there were no leaks seeping into the pipe. I put the pipe back in and anchor it inside my tanks receiving tube [the portion leading down into the gas tank from the cap] and fill it with the gasoline-diesel, close my cap and go on in for the night.
Come out the next morning to find my neighbor’s boyfriend across the street in a panic. I check the pipe on my car and sure enough, drained dry. Their car would no longer crank as they had poured their stolen goods into the tank. Diesel + gas car = nope.
I always wondered why Keishuk seemed mad at Tae-jun for “killing” Yona when he wanted her dead, and I wonder that even more now. He was also against Kyo-ga leading the army in the Kin province invasion. Does he have something against the Kan brothers?
In conclusion, Kan bros. for sword and shield 2k17
There was this person who was expounding on the upcoming election and why he wasn’t going to vote for Hillary Clinton. It was his first time voting, you see, and he wanted someone who understood and represented his generation.
He said to me, “You don’t understand – ”
And that’s where I had to stop him. “Look, I do understand. Really.”
“How can you understand? You’re too old.”
“Do you think I was born old? Y'know, I have pictures. Here’s me at thirteen – ”
“But times were different then – ”
“Yes, they were. You could get polio and measles and smallpox. An appendectomy was a serious operation. People smoked everywhere, there was no getting away from the smoke. In school, they taught us to duck and cover in case of a nuclear attack. Whites and blacks still had separate restrooms and drinking fountains. Women couldn’t get a legal abortion. Gas had lead in it. Vegetables were sprayed with DDT. You could be arrested for being gay. Yes, times were different.”
“No, I meant that protesting was a fad, not serious like – ”
“Excuse me? Do you want to see the scar on my scalp where I was hit by a thrown bottle at the first gay rights march? We also had civil rights demonstrations, anti-war marches, and rallies for women’s rights as well. That was no fad. People were dying – ”
“No, look, man – it’s the establishment. That’s what’s wrong – ”
“And you want to replace the establishment with what? A different establishment? Listen – when I was your age, when my generation was your age, we were just as frustrated and just as impatient as you are now. Honest. Am I saying we were wrong? Hell, no. We were right. Better than that, we were so right, we were self-righteous. We went around saying, ‘Don’t trust anyone over 30,’ as if somehow when you turned 30, you became one of them. Y'know?
"You know what we missed? We missed the obvious – that there were a lot of good men and women over 30 who understood the issues, and the complexities of the situation better than we did – because they’d been fighting that fight for a lot longer. We had emotion, we had energy, we had spirit – but we didn’t have enough experience, enough history, enough of everything we needed to effect real change.
"So we didn’t turn out for Hubert Humphrey and we handed the country to Richard Nixon. And a generation later, other people didn’t turn out for Al Gore and handed the country to George W. Bush. And what was missed – both times – was the fact our impatience was the single biggest mistake we could make.
"Hubert Humphrey had experience, he had wisdom, and he shared our goals. Al Gore had experience, he had wisdom, and he shared our goals. But somewhere, enough of us decided that he was too old or too much of the establishment or didn’t really represent us enough, or would just give us more of the same when what we really wanted was more, better, and different, even if we couldn’t define it – enough of us felt that way to hand the presidency to a much worse administration.
"So, no – it isn’t that you’re wrong. It’s that there are people who’ve been down this path before. We know where it leads. And it’s not a good place. We know what this mistake looks like. Because we’ve made it ourselves – and we’re asking you not to make the same mistakes we did, because each time we make this mistake, everyone gets hurt.”
And he said, “So that’s a fancy way of saying 'suck it up, buttercup, you can’t have what you want.”
And I said, “No, but if that’s the way you want to hear it, then that’s the way you’re going to hear it. The way government works, nobody gets everything they want. The way government is supposed to work, everybody negotiates – and eventually everybody gets a piece of what they need to keep going. Nobody likes that, but consider what the alternative is – if some people get everything they want, that means a lot of people are going to get nothing at all. We keep trying that, it doesn’t work. Let’s go back to the stuff that does work.”
“But I don’t like her – ”
“I’m not asking you to like her. I’m asking you to respect that she knows how to do the job. He doesn’t. You can have your protest vote, that’s your right, but that’s letting everybody else decide who gets the oval office. And you might want to think long and hard about which of the two will build on what President Obama has accomplished and which of the two will tear it all down with no idea of why it worked in the first place. Your choice.”
And he said, “That’s not much of a choice.”
And I said, “The hell it isn’t. It’s a choice between experience and ignorance. That’s the clearest choice I’ve ever seen in an election.”
He didn’t have an answer for that.
And that’s the point –
'I might be old, but I’m not stupid. And I suspect that a lot of other members of my generation feel the same way. We remember when we were impatient. And we remember the mistakes that our impatience created.
“Old people don’t tell young people what to do and what not to do because we want to control your lives – we just want to warn you not to make the same mistakes we did.
"But you will. Or you won’t. Because it’s your choice. Always.”
TBH i find it very ignorant when ppl say things like “o too bad vegans dont care about minorities as much as they do about animals” because that highlights just how much misconception exists about the vegan lifestyle. in the US, meat is produced in really awful conditions, both for people and animals, and the big producers of meat/dairy keep farmers under their proverbial boot. the dairy/meat industry is terrible for the environment, and is one of the leading contributors of greenhouse gas emissions at the moment. and the people who suffer first from these types of things are people living in the global south.
i just find it so ironic that someone can be like “blah blah blah too bad vegans don’t care about oppressed minorities as much as they do about animals” when veganism isn’t just about animals, it’s about making a conscious decision to not support an industry that has been proven to be extremely terrible, over and over and over again, and all this info is in the public domain! it’s common knowledge!
And the scavenger hunt escalated from there! That clue took fans to Japan, which lead them to Atlanta GA, which sent them to Rhode Island, which (after a mishap) landed them in Los Angeles. Today ended with the 7th clue found in Piedmont, CA, which included a key, a lockbox number, and an address for a post office back in LA.
It’s happening so fast, too! The hunt started at 2pm PST yesterday. Seven hours later, GF fans had solved three clues. This morning the hunt began at 8am EST; twelve hours later, we were well on the way to solving the 6th clue. Clues have included codes, riddles, phone calls, reversed voice recordings (by Alex), puzzle boxes, flash drives, hastily-scribbled maps, and more. Jason Ritter and Ariel Hirsch even joined in to find one of the clues in Los Angeles!
There have been some hiccups on the way, but it’s been a lot of fun—and pretty astounding, considering this is something Alex set up on his own time, with his own money, while on vacation after he was already done working on the series. Definitely worth keeping up with, as it will probably be ending tomorrow.
I hope this helps! I’m thinking about doing a chronological recap of the whole hunt, including where/what all the clues were, once the statue is found, so if that’s something you’d like to see, let me know!
Few regions of nebulosity show the variety of color and detail that this small region around NGC 6559 does.
At the left of this image wispy dark clouds hang delicately in the foreground of diffuse glowing hydrogen gas. These lead further toward a very bright, red arc of gas that seems to shield luminous and hot stars beneath it.
Presumably the birth and subsequent energetic radiative output of these stars causes the gas to glow very brightly.
Even though these stars have strived to push away all of the gas and dust near them, thicker portions remain (the mountains of dark nebulosity) and continue to scatter light which color the area with hints of blue and purple. NGC 6559 can be found in most wide-field images of the Lagoon Nebula.