#but i do not delete requests

[arcielee]

Can you please write more for Ser Erryk? 🥺

Oooh, if the muses come to me 💜 Honestly, At last, when all of the world is asleep was a request sent. Now, I cannot promise to finish any request sent in at a reasonable time...but I keep them, I dwell on them...I am waiting for the the muses to return so I can create something you [hopefully] enjoy.

[hellsitegenetics]

What's the sequence for the script of the pilot of the big bang theory

Script here

String identified (with everything unnecessary removed):

TGAGTTttCcaTATctattatcTctttattatcttctacaacttatttttctattatcCGAATTTCCATGAAaAtataAATCTATTCACTAACTAGTCATTATTAATACTTACTATATAATAAAGTACTAGTGAATggaagatttgtattattcAatcatgtttaatatattgtagatcatgaatggttgcacatatatgatgtTGAGTTATtCAAAtcatagAtatctttgcttgaaggtattattatgaatattaaacAttAtcttttcagtTattactatatttttTGAGTTATtCAAttatcatacaACTCTTCTAATAATATTCTGACTACTcATATTTagAacAgagtattacCttgcattactacATaaATACaAattTatatgtggggTGAGTTATtCAttagaatttaacAtatcATAgtccaTAcattatttgtATATACagatagaccccgttattATAtattattccagATTaaAtttagactgtcCttcttgtataatatattaTATActtacTGAGTTATtCAATAattgactagATAattcattaaaaagaatTcaATTAtcacttgtcaactcatcgacattttaatTTATTGAGTTATtCCGTTAATTATAAaAAGAGTATACTGTTATATATTAATTgaggtaatAtagaggaaaaactaaattagtagAttttaatgtaTCCATCTattaa

ttgtgattaTGAGTTATtCAtatgtagtattattttATtTattgtttatatatcacTTTAACTTATTATTAATTAtattttagctataattaTTTCTACCTCATTAAATGACGTCAATGTATAATTACTATATCAATAATTGAGTTATtCAgtAAgcatttgAgcactattacttatattAatacTATCACATGAAAAATTTAGTTTCTACTTACTgtcaccACaagATATGATCTTCCCCTCTGAGtttaaAtttaTGAGTTATtCtgaatagaGTtaggctcTTATACAAaacagctgttTAtatgTAAAaTCATTAATTCTGAGTTATtCAacttgTtGttaAAAACTTAATTCGTACTATTTTGACTTTAAAATTCTTAATTAGGAAAAATCATAAATCTCACTTGAAATATACTAGAAACTATATTAatctatAggtgtaaataaatgtcactatggttTGAGTTATtCAatatatTtctccatactctAatagttattaAggtggggttactaagagcatTattAttctttataaatgaatACTttTTTAACTTCTACAAgaTGAGTTATtCAaattctcagagaAggtgtactcataatggtgacacaa

actgctAcaataaatatatttatacactgtatatttcttactatgtatttcttgtatAaTattagTGAGTTATtCCTAATAATCTTAGAATTTATTTTTCTctagaggtttttttatttatatatgtataaaaAAGatCatCTTATTTGAGTTATtAACTCAATAAAATTTATAattaaAAATTAATTAaatTCTTaAtcAGAAATACTTAATAATCTCttatCTTGAAActatatTGAGTTATtACTattatcactatttgtgatgTatatttatataattatggaATaAaaaataACATATGAATATaaattattttcactaaatTTGAGTTATtAAatCatAATAAttatatTCCATATGTAAatattattttttatatcttttttAatatTatttTtatatTCCTattATTGTCCtttTGAGTTATtAttattcattcAgtttattcgttaattattcatctattcttataccatgtattacttataagtattcttcaggcataatcataaattcgttatttcATTTATAACATGAGTTATtAAatctacaatTattttaaatcattAtTagtagggttgAatagtacaAtagatcacatA

aAAAATTatgggTGAGTTATtAAAAtgaggtgCAGGTCTtatagatTataaagttacattattttatatcattactatattaattattatactatattttactatAtattgtatatagttatatggttatatcaaaatggccTGAGTTATtAATAtaactgtaattatgtttcatatgaccgttTatttgacatccAGATGATAaCtgtatgacaatagcatAtaactaaaaaCtgAtataagtgtatgtatattTatTatAttatTGAGTTATtATATCGAACAGTAatagAtTTATATTGTttttattagacttAtattatatagtttcaAATAATGACAttcattaaaAaaaaatatTatgtatggtaaacttttagcAttactatgtaatctTGAGTTATtAACTttaataatcttTtatttgtcGTGTttgagaatttaATAATTatTTTATATATCTTagaatTGAGTTATtATTTATTGTAATCtatAataaaatactaattATatttatTagggattAatatgtactatcatgAatggtatAatactattatccataTGAGTTATtAAttgtatttgtaggcAatatttatatacaaatttatcattttcaggTaaAtGaaaTACATTACTATACTaggtctTAGTATAATAATCTAGTT

TTAAAAAACATATatttTAAtatatcTCTGAGTTATtAAatTATTATTATTAACTTTCTTAATATAATAATAACTATATGAAATTtatagctTATtagtTATATCCTCtcaacctcTAAtatATatgatatgTAAAtttagtaaaaTagtTTTTTGAGTTATtAAtaataTagTaaaTTTTATAattcaatcatgctAtaTaaactACTATATAAtatctgttgtttcttTGTTCCTGAGTTATtATcataatCaTcattacaaattcttgatacaTattatctagtcaTActcaagtcagTTTAgAAAATACTTGAGTTATtACTTCATAAAATTCTAattaaAACttcttAACTATATTcAatTtcgtattcaagagAAACTTTTTAAtcaaattaTGAGTTATtTAAAttctatatcaactaacgaagtgatatTAACTCattaAttTAAtccttttttaatagTAATCAGTATTATGATATACCTCTTGATTATCTATTAAGTCCCTAACTattttagtACACTAtATCTAGTTAAATCTGTTGAGTTATtACTgatgTAcaaataaacataggAtatTactctaatgactatgttTAAtattgttTAaggATTtaTatgtc

tattatttaaatattaaTGAGTTATtATAAatTtATAAatatTatttataaatgtACTAATAatcagATAACAAAATTTAAACTTcGttcttCAgaaggAATTAATAGTTATTACTTATACTTTGAGTTATtCCCTACAATTATAaAATTCAAAGTAGATaAAttgataggAtggagttgttctcatgtctActtgtaagacttgagttgtatTGAGTTATtCAaAttttaatAttataaccgtaattcacacggaAataattaattactatattttatcacacagatAttatatatcttggACTTTGAGTTATtCTAAAATTATAttaaAAAAAATTATAAATTGTCCgtaaatttTAAGACATTAACTagTCTATATagtcatataataTacatttaatgatacacttattatcctttTGAGTTATtTAaatttgtacattgcattttacaatataTatatttgaattatcATTAAGGCTTTGAGTTATtCTAATTGTATAattaACTTTCAAGATTTtcggttggcaAagataaacgATCTTTCTaAaatAtcctTGttattgTGAGTTATt

AattggtgttatatctatgaaccttgActgattttttcaatttgttgttatattgagagataACAATTCTTCATATCTttagtatcatAtattACTTATAATACAGAACTATACaATGAGTTATtaaaatatATatgatGATTTTAATATcttAtgatGATATCACTTTGAGTTATtCTAATTAATTTATAatAAAACTACTAGTAGATTTCTaAaTttcTtgttgActtAattcctagttaTGAgtcTTATTTTGAGTTATtTTAATTCTGACTCATTTTGTCCATCGATAGAAAGAatggTTgcatgttAaTTataAtaTtATttgttAtacaTATACTGAGTTATtTatttgggATggACacatttgTtgtgatcaacgATtttttActatAttatatTGAGTTATtAttatttacctaattgttataatcacgttataaAtttattaataAGttcaaaatattcaccttggttaattatctTTGAGTTATtCTAATTGTATAataAAATTGTTATaA

atgttatAggtatcaTCACTTTGAGTTATtCTTAATTATAaTCTTAAtatagggtgttatattatgattatAacagttctacttAtCatattGatttttatAtCatatGaataaaaTGAGTTATtAaaattgtaaaaattatctaataaccctctagtTataaagatacttCTTTGAGTTATtCTAAAATTCTAattaaTATAAAGATAATCTAATCTCTCAATTCTATTCTGTTATTgattccaatatcAttgtaTatcttaaatTCATAATCTCatagatTaATGAGTTATtTcagatacAaatttttcTTcAATAGataCTATTATTATAATTTTTAACAGa

ttTAATCTgtaaTAAACTCTAAGAAAaatatttaaatTGAGTTATtaGTTAGCTTaggatggattcAcTatttctgtaAGatTaTTATCGAGATATaAattgaatTCTTATAAAtataTTGAGTTATtATCatagatTGAtatatttattacTAAaATACTTTGAGTTATtTAGTAGATACATATGTGTattaaAGTAGATTACTTAAATATaatcataTaaacTatcccaTatataaccgaaccAgaacagttTTAAtatatTAATTATGCTAAATGAGTTATtTAGTTATTAataaacagtattaaGGTTTTTTTAtatataataaatattcagAAAAAATGGATAAATTAATAT

Closest match: Litomosoides sigmodontis genome assembly, chromosome: X

[katabay]

sketch page time, but make it medieval! I was messing around with a composition for a knight, and the blacksmith and the jester and also the lady (who is an assassin) were some early early early ideas for characters! someday they may even exist in a story that has a plot.

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!

[daily-basil]

hes one of the girls

[marblerose-rue]

click for better quality!

requests from twitter ^_^

adderfang, goosefeather, dawnpelt

crowfeather, heathertail, frostpaw, sandynose

[can-of-woerms]

did you know that you can send asks on tumblr to anyone who has them enabled. you can.send asks and message people on tumblr. you can send asks. you can send asks to me if you want.please

[mylittleredgirl]

Hey! This is where you can view an MA sample ballot: https://www.sec.state.ma.us/WhereDoIVoteMA/WhereDoIVote

thank you!!!!

[fnaf-flags]

The Spirit Halloween Banner picked from Grimm Foxy!

Requested by Anon

[captainmartin20]

[cutie-lumi]

ATTENTION BOOBA ENJOYERS!!!

i made an account to post BOOBA! it's @lumi-cherries

feel free to send me asks about femstars boobas and things like that! i'll be posting more suggestive content there as well, so if ur over 18 and wanna see some BOOBA art then follow me there😌��� thats it thank u for ur attention

[bbubbleo]

jschlatt was shot by quackity, womens wrongs or something

[adwendoodles]

Maybe Fingon in nightfall please?

fingon in nightfall. i wanted to call this young king, but since he's an elf he's quite old. feelings maybe

[tubbytarchia]

Guilty about not being able to draw fast enough again but posting sneak peek wips will make me feel better lol

GemPearls for Yuri week and the Doc stuff + uhh another Pearl because I still cant stop drawing her!!

[propertyofkylar]

rescue - whitney x gn!pc

"Fuuuck."

Being attacked was nothing new in this town, obviously, but that didn't mean it didn't suck every time. You sucked in a raggedy breath as you leaned your head against the wall, trying to remember if you were supposed to tilt your head up or down when you had a nosebleed.

You'd manage to kick your attackers off and send them scrambling away, but you didn't leave without injuries of your own. Your ankle hurt too much for you to move right now, so you sat in the alley and hoped it would feel better soon so you could hobble home before someone else came after you. At least you still had another pepper spray canister - Kylar was good for some things. You almost wished that he would find you here. He had that knife, and he was sort of caring in an insane way...

It was then that you heard more footsteps coming down the alleyway. You tensed up and held out the pepper spray. "Don't fucking come another step closer," you called out, hoping your voice wasn't shaking as badly as you thought it was.

"That's so cute that you think that could stop me," a familiar voice came. You almost jumped up in surprise, but your ankle gave out and you crashed back down to the pavement.

"You could just say hi for once, Whitney," you groaned, turning your head so he wouldn't notice the nosebleed. It always felt humiliating for him to see you like that, especially because he enjoyed seeing you so weak.

"Wouldn't be as fun," you could hear the smirk in his voice. "You look like shit, slut."

You groaned again and turned to face him, feeling blood drip from your nose. "Thanks. I had no idea."

A brief look of what seemed like panic flashed on his face before his expression settled into his normal smug look, making you wonder if you were just seeing things. "The fuck happened to you?"

You didn't answer. You thought it was pretty obvious.

"Who did it? Where'd they go?" He looked around, as if the attackers were still right there. "Messing with my fucking property..."

"I don't fucking know. It doesn't matter," you sighed. You really weren't in the mood to deal with him at the moment for obvious reasons.

He paused for a moment. "Stay right there, slut."

"Whitney -" you started, but he was already gone. Fucking great. And not like you were going anywhere in this state anyway.

It wasn't too long before he came back, gripping a bunch of crumpled-up napkins in one hand and a cup in another. Whitney squatted down next to you and set the cup on the ground. It was a milkshake.

You tilted your head, silently asking him why. He rolled his eyes.

"You've got blood all over your face. Grabbed napkins from the cafe, and thought I might as well get something out of this," he moved the cup so it was pressed against your ankle, providing sweet relief. At the same time, he leaned in and took a hold of your chin, gently wiping your face.

"Be a good slut and hold still," he murmured. The intensity of his stare made you feel frozen in place, anyway.

The tender way he touched you reminded of you of when you were little and Robin would fall and skin his knee. You would sit next to him with a damp towel and gently wipe at the injury, soothing his tears. It was a nurturing sort of action - not at all what you would expect from Whitney.

Once Whitney was finished, he grabbed the milkshake and leaned against the wall, taking a sip. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder and with the other, offered you the cup, which you took with a small smile.

"Where are your friends?" You asked. It was rare to see him without a gang following him.

Whitney shrugged. "Ditched 'em. Looked like it might rain." That seemed to be all you would get out of him on that topic.

You sat and idly chatted as you shared the milkshake. When it had been drained, Whitney stood up.

"Alright. C'mere. Let's get you home," he said, reaching out a hand.

"Huh?" You blinked in surprise. Whitney rolled his eyes again.

"I'm not gonna leave my best slut alone and injured in an alley. The fuck would that do for me?" He hoisted you up and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Put your arm around my shoulder. And don't put weight on your ankle."

You did as he asked, considering there wasn't much else you could do. Besides, his arm felt nice around you.

Luckily, you weren't too far from the orphanage, so the walk wasn't awful. Resting had helped a lot, and your ankle honestly was barely hurting anymore. But Whitney still held you up, and you let him.

He paused out front and gave you an odd look. Suddenly, he sighed and looked away. "Just...be more careful next time. I can't be your knight in shining armor all the time."

You frowned. "I mean, it's not like I asked you. You kinda just showed up."

He shrugged. "You were in my alley." He paused again before leaning in to kiss you. His lips tasted like vanilla and stale cigarettes.

Then he pulled away and slapped your ass. "See ya tomorrow, slut," Whitney smirked as he walked away. "I'm expecting an extra good thanks for saving your life and shit."

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him leave.

[mspaint-flower]

vflour

i just dropped my vflour

[skyrigel]

I need more of Simon fussing over his wifey. What about a reader that has poor body temperature regulation and is always hot/sweaty?

Hiya <3 it's posted here !

Also my masterlist