The stresses of reddit moderating …
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What if …? We’ve all enjoyed thoughts like these about the Doctor Who universe, tracing out stories about what would happen if just a few things changed. Big Finish popularly explored such scenarios in their “Unbound” series, but now it’s your turn to tell these stories!
I’m organizing a charity anthology, published both in print and ebook, to showcase fan writer talent alongside stories by recognizable Doctor Who authors. All proceeds will be going to the Against Malaria Foundation, a top-rated UK-based charity that provides long-lasting and effective mosquito nets to developing countries. There are already some great names onboard, so now’s your chance!
If you’re interested in writing a short story featuring a “what if” scenario in the Doctor Who universe, please submit to me a pitch by July 3rd detailing a short plot summary, a list of characters with descriptions, and a projected word count. No idea is too crazy, and all Doctors are welcome, no matter how underused or obscure!
My email is nbumbernickel@gmail.com, and I look forward to reading your pitch soon!
the only thing more natural than death is being super pissed off about it.
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how about huge robot dragons with solar panels on their wings to power them and decorated with diamonds that act as their heat sinks and who hoard old and broken electronics
bonus: instead of princesses they kidnap engineers when they need help with repairs or maintenance
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my 4D printer is great. it always prints on time
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If you tell people “I don’t hate you because of X, I hate you because of Y“, you better not tell this to all people who are X, and never hate on people who are Y but not X.
Even then, hating on a large group of people seems unhealthy. Hating on more people to be consistent is not the path to betterment.
The bit from The Social Network makes sense in the context of the movie.
you’re going to go through life thinking that girls don’t like you because you’re a nerd. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, that that won’t be true. It’ll be because you’re an asshole
But of you use this as your go-to line to hate on nerds, color me suspicious.
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text tricks; click the <html> button in the corner
<small> makes things smaller. the more <small> you use, the smaller it gets.
<big> same applies with big
<sup> makes things go up up up up
<sub> makes things go down down down down
<u> makes underlines (only seen on blog pages)
go here for ｓｐａｃｙ ｗａｃｅｙ ｗｏｒｄｓ
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here and here for ƒαηcу/սռﻨƈօժε †εχ† (☞ here for unicode symbols ☜)
upside down text? oɯəlqoɹd ou
of course, those are the basics. <code>
makes things monospacedand <pre> puts your text in a grey box.other;
need themes? NEED THEMES? HERE’S A THEME REC W/ 4000+ THEMES AHHHHHH
things that look like japanese emoticons but are cute lil gifs?
anything else you need help with? a blog full of tutorials just for all the sweeties out there!!!!!
sign me the FUCK up
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dentist memes like when your mouth already dry and she keep on sucking
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fog is just a rlly big land ghost
In four billion years, there have been many continents that died.
You’ve heard of the famous ones–Pangaea, proud monolith; Laurasia, home of dinosaurs–but there were others, so many, many others. The grand march of time swallowed islands whole, scraped them up like residue from the baking pan of the world.
Everything has a soul. Everything remembers.
Gondwana floats gently over London now, remembering when the world was hot and green. She loves the lights. There were no lights, when she was alive. There were no lights when the world was so hot and green.
Rodinia settles onto the dry Atacama, bringing moisture from the sea. She moves much faster now, unhindered by gravity and friction, slipping through the walls of this new house. The walls are always moving, yet she stays, floating in and out, bringing moisture.
Vaalbara, eldest and most fire-born, sneaks in tendrils and wisps over her old haunting grounds. Her bones are buried in the outback, ancient cratons resting unrotted through all the fearsome gnawing of time. She likes the summers here. The heat reminds her, so faintly, of what it was like to be born. In the wildfires, she sees the magma oceans of her youth.
Everything has a soul. Everything remembers.
A fancy word for “headcanon” is “heresy.”
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