((please bear with me; I’ve been having massive computer troubles the past few weeks. All will be well soon enough))
man i love it when people hurt my muses like it’s actually the best
i love seeing them broken and bleeding and a crying mess like “is it okay if i hurt your muse” more like thrash them within an inch of their life and leave them for dead for all i care it’s only fun when someone bleeds destroy them
((Also, wow. I didn’t realize it was Tuesday, and was all ‘what the heck’s up with all the NSFW junk?’ lol.))
((*feels tremendous guilt for being so absent here despite secretly working on stuff in the background XP* Also my tracked tags aren’t properly tracking for some reason, so if I haven’t responded to something, send me a message? ))
Billie, I think someone’s been spying on you… or at least your hair.
Well at least the majority of their hair is controllable; mine might as well be one giant cowlick XP
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//What’s this? It’s Munday?
Well here then, the most recent photo of me.
I totally dress like this normally.
It definitely wasn’t taken on Halloween.
I somehow managed to be gone for weeks without realizing it D:
A lot of it is because Halloween shenanigans, partially because new Batman game is out and spoiler avoiding. [because tumblr spoiled major plot bits of Doctor Who and MLP for me, so extra cautions here [[yes MLP, deal with it]] ] But since my holiday is tomorrow, afterwards, everything should pick up here and on the other rp accounts that I don’t think you guys know about?
Until I get my game anyway, then I’ll probably abscond again, then return with 100 different plot ideas XP
I believe at this point I only owe two replies? Please correct me if I’m wrong; it’s been a while and I’ve been entirely overwhelmed with many things. ))
Ada looked up from lacing up her boots as she heard Billie yell through the door. She rolled her eyes, tightening the laces one last time before standing and walking across to her door and opening it. “Are you trying to wake up everyone else in the house?” She asked, crossing her arms. “And no, I’m not chickening out. Wondering how the hell you talked me into this, maybe. Ghost hunting.” Ada muttered, shaking her head.
She knew that it was just one of Billie’s hobbies, this paranormal stuff. Ada couldn’t even say that there WEREN’T ghosts in the world, not with magicians and sorcerers publicly working in the Justice League (or against them). But going ghost hunting? It was kind of… well, childish. Ada glanced over her shoulder at the stack of video games teetering on her desk.
Well. Maybe she didn’t have room to talk about childish. “Let’s just get going.” She sighed.
Billie lolled her head backwards with a groan. “If they’re asleep this early, that’s not my fault.” She figured the other girls would still be awake-they usually were at this hour-the only one they’d really be at risk of waking was Dante, which she would feel a bit bad about, but Gruff would likely wake him with his barking once the two opened the door to leave. “And my assumption would be that just like me, you can’t entirely rule out their existence what with everything we’ve seen, and feel the need to investigate the potential phenomenon; but if you want a more official evaluation, go ask Ari. Anyway, here,” she shoved one of the cases to Ada, not giving her the chance to consider asking the professional.
"I found this small abandoned church not too far away, it’s even got it’s own mini graveyard-though us seasoned investigators know they’re rarely haunted-the real prize is inside.” Billie explained as she headed for the door. “Apparently a few years back some wannabes broke into the basement and tried to have some kind of goofy ritual to try to wake the dead people in the graveyard for whatever reason, and ended up summoning a bunch of evil spirits or opening a portal that let’s them pass through freely-depends who you ask-but supposedly the stuff in there’s so bad that even the homeless people won’t risk taking shelter in it. They’d rather freeze outside.” She wasn’t much for telling stories, but hoped she ended on an ominous enough note to convey there was the potential for some crazy shit to go down despite her rather plain way of relaying the information. And if nothing spooky was inhabiting the church at least the homeless would have another place to go.
"Oh," she spun on her heel back to Ada, remembering a thought. "You don’t have any electronics on you that’d interfere with the equipment do ya? Aside from your general technopathic wizardry?"
Aristel sighed, sitting on her bed with a laptop on her knees. She’d been looking for apartments in Gotham, trying to get the best value for how much space she wanted, and figuring out how the change in location would change her lifestyle. Billie coming to her open door and huffing at her was hardly surprising at this point; Ada had been the same way. Lasse was complaining too, but more in a ‘woe is me’ kind of way. “I’m not going that far.” Aristel defended, closing her computer and setting it aside. “I don’t get why everyone is so upset, honestly.”
Billie rolled her eyes in a purposely obnoxious manner at her comment, pushing herself off the door frame to stand. “It doesn’t matter that it’s not ‘that far,’” The first two fingers of either hand curled around the words. “It’s the principle of it.”
She halted her speech, trying not to give Aristel anything else to read off of, no leading words, no emotions other than anger. The last thing she needed was for her to pick up on the real feelings deep down under the rage. All she needed to know was her moving was wrong, incorrect, stupid-whatever word would keep her from actually leaving them.
My hobbies include making OC’s and making AU’s of those OC’s
SPREAD THE DAMN WORD
THAT WAS COOL
My hands are too small to do this effectively.
I wish I wasn’t iPod
if you’re on ipod you just hold down the reblog button
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NASA raised thousands of jellyfish in space. They ended up unfit for life on Earth.
Since the early 1990s, we humans have been doing something both odd and eminently sensible: We’ve been launching jellyfish into space. And we have been doing so for science. During NASA’s first Spacelab Life Sciences (SLS-1) mission in 1991, NASA began conducting an experiment: “The Effects of Microgravity-Induced Weightlessness on Aurelia Ephyra Differentiation and Statolith Synthesis.” To carry it out, the space shuttle Columbia launched into space a payload of 2,478 jellyfish polyps—creatures contained within flasks and bags that were filled with artificial seawater. Astronauts injected chemicals into those bags that would induce the polyps to swim freely (and, ultimately, reproduce). Over the course of the mission, the creatures proliferated: By mission’s close, there were some 60,000 jellies orbiting Earth. The point of all this, as the experiment’s title (sort of) suggests, was to test microgravity’s effects on jellyfish as they develop from polyp to medusa. And the point of that, in turn, was to test how the jellyfish would respond when they were back on Earth. Jellyfish, foreign to us in so many ways, are like humans in one very particular manner: They orient themselves according to gravity. (via I Don’t Think You’re Ready for This, Jelly - Megan Garber - The Atlantic)
It’s bigger on the inside: Tardis regions in spacetime and the expanding universe
Fans of Doctor Who will be very familiar with the stupefied phrase uttered by all new visitors to his Tardis: “It’s…bigger…on the inside.” As it turns out, this apparently irrational idea may have something to contribute to our understanding of the universe. A team of cosmologists in Finland and Poland propose that the observed acceleration of the expansion of the universe, usually explained by dark energy or modified laws of gravity, may actually be the result of regions of spacetime that are larger on the inside than they appear from the outside. The researchers have dubbed these “Tardis regions.”