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WHO SAID IT WAS OK TO POST SOMETHING THIS HORRIBLE!??!??
hahah wow brb straddling a fencepost
My first reaction was ‘Nice thought but there’s no way, Coulson is much younger than…’ and then I stopped mid-thought.
Because you know what.
You know what.
After Steve, the US government had to keep trying to recreate the Super-Soldier Serum.
And who
and who
would be the FIRST DAMN PERSON IN LINE to volunteer?
They told us it never worked again. And that was kind of true. They never again recreated the super-strength or the gleaming pecs. But other things, they got right. They got the vastly delayed aging. And the kind of reflexes that make a man able to take out two armed thugs with a bag of flour. And the talent for leading through example. And they got the most important part, Erskine’s favorite part: the magnification of moral fiber, taking the loyalty and selflessness of a loyal and selfless man and making him into something spectacular.
Coulson didn’t buy those vintage cards on Ebay.
He’s had them since he was a little boy.
That little boy right there.
Oh god… oh god no dear god
so many feels oh gosh
phil baby why
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OOH. I like that theory.
Been waiting all week for payday, today, to find out whether we’ll be able to pay rent for June.
SO OF COURSE CHECKS ARE FUCKING LATE AND WON’T BE IN TILL TOMORROW.
*headdesking forever* Goddammit. Fuck you, Kroger. Just…fuck you. Of all the weeks for someone to forget to load the checks on the delivery truck….
Nngh, just sneezed so hard it hurt my ear.
I don’t know what it is, but somehow the word “turgid” just…isn’t sexy to me in the slightest.
More like unintentionally hilarious.
EDIT: If you were wondering, yes. I DID stop reading porn to post this.
(Slightly tempted to do a “fuck yeah terrible porn/fanfic” tumblr. I would have so much material to post. It probably already exists.)
Meenah tells the best stories. :3
Even if she does have the name of a Power Rangers baddie.
…We were particularly amazed when thousands, then tens of thousands of people began creating their own personal Star Trek adventures. Stories, and paintings, and sculptures, and cookbooks. And songs, and poems, and fashions. And more. The list is still growing. It took some time for us to fully understand and appreciate what these people were saying. Eventually we realized that there is no more profound way in which people could express what Star Trek has meant to them than by creating their own very personal Star Trek things. Because I am a writer, it was their Star Trek stories that especially gratified me. I have seen these writings in dog-eared notebooks of fans who didn’t look old enough to spell ‘cat.’ I have seen them in meticulously produced fanzines, complete with excellent artwork. Some of it has even been done by professional writers, and much of it has come from those clearly on their way to becoming professional writers. Best of all, all of it was plainly done with love…. That is the highest compliment and the greatest repayment that they could give us.
AND DESPITE EVERYTHING, TEREZI STILL MANAGES TO BE THE COOLEST PERSON IN THE ROOM!
Every letter was used in this monstrosity
Yes, that is Star Trek Scrabble. And even though we have letters way too close to each other, they all still make words; that’s what I meant by crossword scrabble.
Next to last row: the word on the far right is “MILE,” made with a blank tile standing in for the E (also used in the vertical “NEVER”).
Last row: the other blank tile is standing in for the X in “SIX” and “SAX”.
Playing by “if Google recognizes it, it’s a word” rules means we allowed acronyms, too.
EDIT: Final score was 350 to 283 in my favor. And regarding “EFX” and “FX”…”EFX” was originally “FX,” played by me, and then Loving Spouse added the E because they are a ratfink bastard and it is in fact a real thing. (Real acronym, anyway.) And when I played “FX” again, Loving Spouse mentioned a rule I’d never heard of before regarding not repeating words. I googled it and the consensus was that it was not a real, official rule. *shrug*
Currently kicking Loving Spouse’s ass at Scrabble.
Well, it’s more “crossword scrabble” and we’re playing by the rule of “if Google recognizes it, it’s a word,” but still. And I think I’m doing pretty good for not getting any goddamn vowels the past couple turns.
May post a pic of our finished board later.
Poor Terezi. She wants so much to be cool, but none of her stupid friends will cooperate.
