Anyone else I know who’s on mastodon? It’s a blogging platform. It’s got an academia instance, and I thought I might be able to take advantage of that. But I want to follow people. Nerdy people. Comics people. History people. All the people I already follow. New people.

Just people. Anyone there?

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draconicempress:

gallusrostromegalus:

copperbadge:

Mum: what toppings do you like on pizza?

Me: Oh…pepperoni, mushrooms, olives, sausage, beef, sometimes garlic…

Stepfather: That’s the toppings on the “cowboy” pizza from the take-and-bake place!

Me: That…was a list of options, not a recipe.

I’m beginning to think the true pizza controversy isn’t pineapple lovers vs pineapple haters, but “one or two topping” versus “casserole with a pizza crust”. 

Based on my family’s farther-flung relatives, my theory is that the farther west one travels in the continental US, the more toppings it’s acceptable to have on pizza. The New Yorker fam is strictly one topping at most, the Ohioans 2-4 toppings, the Coloradoans are moving into casserole range and the Californians have gone full casserole with a salad on top.

as a californian: fair

Is there a north/south progression at all?

Because Cafe 22 exists in central Canada and I have had 20 toppings on a pizza and it was about the right amount. The waitress warned me that the centre might be doughy, because it had too much on it to cook properly.

butt-berry:

Not to be dramatic but this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole entire god damn life

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I’m reblogging this because my Little Sister saw it in one of my folders and loved it so much. We ended up getting to go through all my cute animal pics and had a wonderful time. So thank you.

Fic for Husband

Does anyone on this lovely site have fic recs for my kind and wonderful husband?

He loves Wheel of Time, and is looking for Mat and Tuon interacting. Preferably not explicit? He’s a fanfic newbie.

I’ve done a basic search on ao3, and found him a half dozen possibilities, but I am NOT a fan of the series and can’t really judge quality.

Anyone have recs, or willing to share with someone who might?

Slipping

incogneat-oh:

incogneat-oh:

anyafishies said:Can we have Tim being hit by Ivy’s pollen, except reactions are not acute and the onset is slow, and now he is constantly more acutely afraid that people around him will be in danger/disappear (Kon, Bart, Bruce, Dick, Jason… even Damian). So he does all he can to protect them and double check on them more than he did already and eventually his body and mind just give out. Then they figure [it] out. If possible can I ask for a happy ending?

Characters: Tim, Dick, Jason, Damian, Bruce, Alfred. Very minor mentions of Kon, Bart and Cass.

Minor language warning.

I have been working on this for pretty much forever, but writer’s block euugh. I am still not happy with it. Sorry, best I can do;; Didn’t do the prompt justice

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Haven’t reblogged in, like, a YEAR. Might have followers who haven’t yet read Neat-oh’s magnum opus!

This, and Crumbling Paper Houses, by heartslogos, constitute a complete guide to How To Break Tim Drake. They are angst perfection.

Pidge and Lance with 127 or Nico/Victor with 65?

hulklinging:

127. “What are you listening to?” Pidge and Lance. Sleep issues and friendship. 1607 words.

“What are you listening to?”

It’s Lance, teasing already apparent in his voice. Like they’re back in the Garrison, and he’s gonna make fun of his weird little communications officer for believing in aliens.

Pidge thinks back, wonders if she could redo it if she’d laugh more and tease him back, or if she needed to be as closed off as she was, to get them to that roof, so they could watch Shiro fall.

Pidge thinks in code sometimes, how one missing semicolon can make everything grind to a halt. And fate isn’t really her thing, but there were so many things that could have gone wrong, so many places a semicolon could have gone missing, and then they wouldn’t be here, in space, fighting a war. She grits her teeth, because that kind of thinking is an exercise in uselessness, and because she didn’t pause the recordings she’s listening to when Lance walked in, and now she’s lost track of what’s happening.

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