Always confront, regardless. And it would only be a very brief friend, in that situation.
| You Are 12% Girly |
 And for you, that's probably the ultimate compliment. |
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*hem*
PAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEED!
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PS: EXAMS! ARE! OOOOOOOOOO-VEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!
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To those reading this: do me a favour, please. Go and find your family, friends and pets, and do something nice for them, because you really get no warning for this shit. I half expect a bolt of lightning to hit me on the way to my exam tommorow.
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Mum died in the night. Due to no internet access or time, I won't be online for a while.
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*incoherant rant*
EDIT: In case you missed it, he's saying atheists and agnostics are not fully human. YOU BASTARD SON OF A WHORE-MONKEY AND A... *further incoherant rant*
EDIT #2: Can you imagine the uproar if he'd replaced 'atheists' with 'Jews'? Or 'Mormons'? WHY ARE WE EVERYONE'S FUCKING BUTTMONKEYS? *incoherant rant the third*
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Fucking have to pad out fucking one paragraph into fucking 1500 words fuck why do these people even bother to stay separate fuck fucking stupid arseball-suckers fuck 'em all.
Fuck it.
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... it probably still is, but in the Miocene era you should have stayed the hell away from the ocean.
Meet Megalodon, a shark that that weighed 70 tons, grew up to and over 18 metres long, and had jaws that gaped up to 2 metres from top to bottom. It could have, potentially, eaten a T-Rex without stopping to chew, and is the largest carnivourous fish to have ever existed.
So what did it eat, in the absence of dinosaurs?
Whales.
Fucking whales.
Jaws had nothing on this thing.
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*flop*
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cheekanzoop 01. After Todd, who is your favourite Wraith, and why? Vegas!Wraith, most definitely. Shot down behind enemy lines yet avoids capture, endures three months of (presumably) feeling whatever the hell the SGC did to Todd while interogating him, disguises himself well enough to fool fucking poker players, builds a sub-space device out of spit and scrounging, and likes Marylin Manson. Deserved so much more than just one episode.
Come to think of it, pretty much all the Wraith captured by the Lanteans have shown that sort of guts. Sometimes literally, of course.
02. Which actor/actress would you most like to meet in person? Christopher Heyerdahl, because, well, duh.
03. What is your favourite DVD that you own? Well, I just managed to get Hellboy for £6, but I haven't seen it yet... so probably my NCIS Season 2 boxset. Gibbs is love.
04. If you to come back as an animal in another life, what would be and why?
On the one hand, a panther is smart, fairly long-lived, deadly and takes piss from no-one... but a falcon can fly. Combine the two and I'm sold.
05. What's your favourite eye colour on another person? Hmmmm.... brown? Blue and green look a little unsettling at first (says the blue-eyed person, but owell).
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... Nooooooo, still have another essay to do!
*headdesk*
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I hate Kant.
I really, really do.
I have try and find fifteen hundred words to say about this loser. A loser who wrote like he was composing a new fucking bible, was on either LSD or pot, and just could not GET TO THE FUCKING POINT! I mean Jesus Christ on a flying monkey, how hard is it to say "Goddidit. Now be nice"? Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! And Satan as well! I have to write an essay on this misbegotten retarded son of a syphilitic camel and a cojoined sow-bitch, for no other reason than all the other books on all the other nice essay titles were still not in the library! And I'm already on an extension! And I've written exactly one hundred and eleven words! Of fifteen hundred! THERE IS NOTHING TO FUCKING SAY ABOUT THIS CRACKPOT! HE HAD VERBAL DIARRHOEA AND WROTE SOME SHIT ABOUT HAPPY-FLAPPY STUFF THAT MAKES NO SENSE! IT'S ALL CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!
Damn you, Kant. Damn you to hell. May you burn forever in the deepest, darkest pit of the void, sodomised daily in a non-pleasurable way by one hundred thorny devils and Jar-Jar Binks. May giant rats with endless appetites eat your skin, which will regenerate as they do so with a disgusting cheesy smell that will drive them wild and you not-completly insane. May you catch herpes, the Black Death and prostate cancer, surviving them all while never really recovering, and be forced to watch every. Single. Epsode. Of He-Man. And the movies. And the Pokemon movies. ALL. OF .THEM.
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH-me
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I understand most people will be bored/irritated by my repeated atheistic posts, but the following link needs to be spread around. Pulled from an RD.Net forum thread.
I started crying about halfway through. Tissues should be kept handy.
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(Sorry Mal)
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Is five in the morning. Have just finished essay.
I hate all religions ever invented, ever.
Especially bloody, bloody Hinduism.
*thump*
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Mum woke up confused this morning and got taken into hospital by ambulance. We've found out she's got inoperable brain cancer.
Story updates are probably going to be a lot more infrequent now.
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Title: Material Place
Author: kiku65
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing/character: Lorne/Ladon, (some one-sided Todd/Lorne)
Rating: FRAO
Prompt: Ladon didn’t expect to find this kind of bargaining chip on the first Hive his people took.
Kink: Amnesia, h/c
Notes/Warnings: Eh, slash? Plus mild AU, plot-heavy, dark as the author of this fiction suggests (hey, it’s me), long, and above bracketed pairing strongly hinted at. Mostly based around season four, after Reunion but before The Seer.
A/N: I truly, deeply apologise for the lateness of this. I had no idea grading up a karate belt would take so much time, and this turned out to be a MEGA MONSTER FIC OF DOOM to boot. If it’s any consolation, I’ve spent most of the time between when I should have posted and now wedded to the bathroom with a nasty stomach bug. Devine retribution, perhaps...
Part One
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