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Sentient time machine, fine.
Bigger on the inside, no probs.
Alien who cheats death, a-ok.
Billion-year old race of time-travelling Demigods, whatevs.
Empire of evil one-eyed alien mutants, gotcha.


(as posted by the excellent DMReporter over on Twitter)

My revenge on Loony Lucy, contender for World's Worst Roommate.

Bring your popcorn, because this is a long one.

Loony Lucy is a slovenly, food-stealing, clothing-destroying waste of carbon. I dealt with it by keeping my space clean and ignoring her areas, storing my food at work or my boyfriend’s place, and installing a lock on my bedroom door so she couldn’t “borrow” outfits that “looked like she could fit into” when she had 30 pounds on me.

All that made Loony Lucy a bad roommate, but I had my work-arounds and she had the one saving grace of being Quiet At Night. So I put up with it.

I put up with it, that is, until she broke our Cardinal Roommate Rule: no one gets a key to the apartment without both roommates agreeing. The rule was sacred; I couldn’t even give a key to my boyfriend of more than a year.

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Ruki: Are you okay?

Azusa: Yes… Why?

Ruki: Because you asked the clerk at the store earlier if damage repair shampoo also works on emotions.

There was a substantial population of anti-war activists in the country. “American Firsters” and other non-interventionist groups were well-organized. Then there was the German American Bund. They were all over the place, heavily financed and effective in spewing their propaganda of hate; a fifth column of Americans following the Third Reich party line. They organized pseudo-military training camps such as ‘Camp Siegried’ in Yaphank, Long Island and held huge rallies in such places as Madison Square Garden in New York. Our irreverent treatment of their Feuhrer infuriated them. We were inundated with a torrent of raging hate mail and vicious, obscene telephone calls. The theme was “death to the Jews.” At first we were inclined to laugh off their threats, but then, people in the office reported seeing menacing-looking groups of strange men in front of the building on Forty Second Street and some of the employees were fearful of leaving the office for lunch. Finally, we reported the threats to the police department. The result was a police guard on regular shifts patrolling the halls and office.

No sooner than the men in blue arrived than the woman at the telephone switchboard signaled me excitedly. ‘There’s a man on the phone says he’s Mayor LaGuardia,’ she stammered, ‘He wants to speak to the editor of Captain America Comics.’

I was incredulous as I picked up the phone, but there was no mistaking the shrill voice. ‘You boys over there are doing a good job, ‘ the voice squeaked, ‘The City of New York will see that no harm will come to you.’

—  Joe Simon, in “The Comic Book Makers”, on why America First-ers hated to see a Nazi punched and how a Mayor protected Captain America

“Not that I’m being at all sexist, mind you. I’m just saying that most women are crap drivers and they all think they’re SOOOOO much more important than men.”

So the mathematics department at my university just royally fucked me over today. I’m a double major in computer science and mathematics and me graduating at the end of the year depends on all of my math electives crossing over and being cs electives too. I need one more of those; they were offering two for the fall. They cancelled both of them today. So now I either don’t graduate on time or I take two classes in place of that one (paying an extra $1200+ to do so). It’s utter bullshit and I hate everything.

  • *Molly's flat, during a thunderstorm*
  • Molly: *lying in bed; shivering*
  • Sherlock: *peering out of the window* Hmmm.
  • Molly: *terrified* What? Don't you dare think about leaving. You can't leave me alone!
  • Sherlock: *frowns; lies next to her on the bed* I'm not going anywhere.
  • Molly: *smiles* Oh.
  • Sherlock: *thinking* Hmmm.
  • Molly: *sighs* What?
  • Sherlock: *shakes his head* Nothing. I'm probably wrong.
  • Molly: *scoffs* The great consulting detective, wrong?
  • Sherlock: *glances at her* It is strange that the evening you invite me over to discuss the latest case, there just happens to be a storm *gently brushes her fingers with his*
  • Molly: *swallows* I'm sorry...you probably had better things to do.
  • Sherlock: I was here within ten minutes *holding her hand* I check the weather, too.
  • *thunder claps*
  • Molly: *immediately snuggles into him* I don't know what I'd do without you.
  • Sherlock: *holding her; rolls his eyes* Oh please, Molly, I'm the lucky one in this relationship.
  • Molly: *lifts her head* We're in a relationship?
  • Sherlock: Yup. Is that alright?
  • Molly: *shrugs; smirking* I suppose so.

anonymous asked:

I noticed the Xkit guy wasn't around but I just assumed he was busy with his everyday life - sorry to be that oblivious person but what was it that tumblr did to drive him away?

On October 31, 2014, a blog called predator-exposed made a post asking if anyone had ever had experiences with x-kit guy making them feel “uncomfortable”. Despite having no proof (this post was supposedly prompted by an anonymous message about X-kit guy), they titled the post “Potential Predator Alert”. The post has since been deleted, but thanks to the internet (aka Google cache, fyi people, nothing is ever gone) you can see it here:

Putting this under a cut because it’s getting long.

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anonymous asked:

"#ugh why does romania look like a distressed uke?" welcome to my world ^^ population: you and me. lmao

Plus I hate what happened with his hair. He used to have this short, messy style going on. It was unique and he was so adorable with his tiny hat.

What the hell is that wavy “maybe he’s born with it” hair? And where is his mischievous grin!?

I’m typing calmly right now, but trust me, I’m FULL of rage!!!