We Need To Stop Being So Desperate About Finding Aliens. We Need To Play Hard To Get, Pretend Like We

we need to stop being so desperate about finding aliens. we need to play hard to get, pretend like we couldn’t care less. watch them come rushing into our atmosphere

Now that college students no longer have access to their libraries in the same way we used to and have to do most of our learning at home it would be just terrible if we all knew about https://1lib.eu/ a website which has books on basically every topic ever available for free including college textbooks. Imagine if people were researching their thesis without paying for it. 

DO NOT USE THIS SITE AND DEFINITELY DO NOT NOT TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT THIS SITE, THEY MIGHT START DOING THESIS RESEARCH FOR FREE OR JUST START READING BOOKS THEY FOUND ON THERE FOR FUN BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE INTERESTING. This would be terrible :( :(

Reblog to spread the word so that everyone knows to avoid this site!

Now I'm no AO3 super-user (I know there are a whole host of tricks I could use to get more specific searches if I wanted), but I'm starting to suspect some of you don't even know how to use the side bar....or that there is a side bar.

Happy Fall people, I’m so ready!!! 🍂🍁🎃

Inktober Day 2: Scurry

BuckTaylor Week Day 4

Title: Be My Strength

Prompt: “I’m not going anywhere.” + hurt/comfort

Buck turned over on the uncomfortable motel mattress and reached for his girlfriend, sounding a noise of vague discontent when he found the other side of the bed empty and cold.  He slowly blinked himself to full consciousness and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and wondering where she could have got to.  It was possible, of course, that Taylor had merely run out for coffee or breakfast, something for both of them to enjoy quickly before they had to head to the airport and catch their flight back to LA.  But Buck had a feeling that that wasn’t where she’d gone.

It was only when he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed that he caught sight of the scrap bit of paper lying on the bedside table, the message scrawled on it short and simple:

Gone to visit Mum.

The short note was followed by the address of a cemetery, and Buck found himself a little surprised that it had been included.  When they’d first started seeing each, even before he’d followed her to her home-town for her father’s trial, he wouldn’t have expected her to include the address, or leave a note explaining where she was at all.  She was fiercely independent and there was an invitation in this note, though many might not have seen it.  She hadn’t woken him, asked him to come, for she was still learning to be vulnerable like that, but she’d left this note, offering, if he wanted, to join her.  The thought warmed his heart and had him reaching for clean clothes to pull on.

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