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sidereal-kindergarten · 5 years

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TELL US ABOUT STEVIE AND DAMIEN!!! please;; doth they smooch. are they an established relationship and if so how did they get together

Welp I read this wrong and wrote about how they met rather than how they got together, so you’ll get that.

First of all, yes they doth smooch!! (click for better quality??)

Second of all, here’s the writing lol

Jack squinted down at his co-worker for the week. He hall monitored for the other school, and judging by the solemn expression he’d worn as he guided his kids around, it seemed like he was taking his job just a wee bit more seriously than Jack himself.

"Hey," Jack greeted, when the little guy came over to stand by him. "Excited for the week?"

The other hall monitor shrugged. "Not really. Too much trouble the kids can get into.” He looked up and smiled. “Anyway, I'm Stevie," he said, holding out his hand.

Jack took it. "Jack Damien."

"Jack?" repeated Stevie, narrowing his eyes. "As in, you know..." He glanced around, then leaned close to whisper, "jack off?"

"Uh," said Jack. He'd never thought of that before. "I guess?"

"Hm." Stevie crossed his arms, eyeing him up and down. "No. That won't cut it. You're Damien now."

"Uh," said Jack. "Sure, bro. Whatever."

"Great," said Stevie, and gave a beam that could melt ice. He looked beyond Jack's shoulder and gasped, setting off at full speed while yelling, "Hey! Stop that!" to some poor kids who were just fooling around.

Jack turned to watch him go, amused at seeing that he wasn't much taller than the tallest among the kids. He might've underestimated Stevie due to that height. The kids sure listened to him fast enough.

Shaking his head, he moved to go back to his designated camping site. Strict hall monitor or not, he sure wasn't a pleasant guy. 'You're Damien now', Jack’s ass. Hopefully, they wouldn't see much of each other during the trip. With this small comfort in mind, he started whistling to himself and ducked into his hut.

#kindergarten #kindergarten 2 #kindergarten stevie #kindergarten hall monitor #chaotic order #art #writing #ask #god... you have no idea how nice it is to write something other than estric in the tags

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lexiconjure · 6 years

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estricalli

plural n. another term for SHITTERN MEDICINE.

mid 19th century: from French, from Italian steltare ‘to stall’.

#lexiconjure #dictionary #definition #estricalli

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metalcows · 5 years

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Metalcows: 80’s Rise To Fame Chapter One

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“ You’re really cruisen for a bruisen, Chad. ”

The back room of the bar echos as two loosers hash it out. Two fools that consist of Chad, a bratty washed up and late guitarist. And Mike, a delinquent drummer who keeps his body full of a bad attitude and liquor cocktail.

The irony isn’t found in what divides them. They are both two dumb splotchy bulls in tight bellbottom. Both on their high horses with a beer in their hands. They were a copy and paste image. And yet, they loathed one another.

“ Shut it, dickweed. ”

A quip shoots from the tan and white peppered Chad.

“ If you weren’t so fuckin’ plastered all the time, we wouldn’t still be dragging our asses around small bar gigs. ”

plastered? A twitch of irritation pulls at Mike’s eye.

“ Homeboy I wouldn’t be so plastered if that guitar of yours didn’t suck the fart out of a riff. You can’t play, I told you to let me on that thing. But noo, you want that dusty ass small-town spotlight.”

Mikes hoof bounced along with his sassy tone, taunting Chad, who snapped back.

“ Small town? We’re in Denver, idiot. And shut your fucking mouth, My riffs can play circles around your fat hooves. Don’t even try me when you can’t distinguish a violin from a banjo you fuckin hick. ”

“ that’s it!”

A short warcry rang out as the chestnut coloured bull tackled chad to the ground, and the boys began to scrap it out.

“ Hey, hey !”

Uurtai shouts as he enters the room, having to rush over and yank the trembling Mike off of Chad. The large dusty colored bull stepped between the two. And shoved them apart with his behemoth arms. And two shrewed tattooed eyes would gawk back at Chad.

“ What the fuck is your problem? You’re fuckin late to a gig again. I just had to beg the owner to change his mind about canceling , because the crowd is dippin’ on us. ”

Chad opened his mouth to speak, but Uurtai raised a hoof to stop him.

“ I don’t want to hear it. And you. ”

The green-eyed bull turns to point at Mike, and continues his ranting.

“ You’ve been causing nothing but problems with your inability to hold your liquor. I could hear the two of you arguing from the other room. you damn well know that everyone else in there heard your stupid asses. ”

“ Tai, man, cool it. We got this, so what if they heard our scrap? Once they hear my sweet ass bass they’ll forget all about it.”

“ Oh shut your trap, assface. You think it’s all about you !”

Mike cut back at Chad, and Uurtai finally shouts.

“ Enough! I have fucking had it with you two. Play the fuckin gig yourselves, because I bail. You two wanna act like rockstars, but the moment it comes time to play like a band, you wanna pull this shit. I quit, find another lead. ”

Uurtai steps away and storms for the door, but Mike calls out

“ Tai, come on man-”

Uurtai raises a hoof as he leaves, he has nothing else to say. He disappears out of the back room, then exits the bar.

“ let him bail, dude. We don’t need him, anyway.”

Outside, Uurtai leans against a light pole and drags his hooves down his face as he sharply inhales.

’ What am I to do, now? ’

His head fogs with self-doubt. And as his anger subsides, hopelessness began to engulf his windpipe. He had spent so many years perfecting his act. Despite his efforts, his dreams still felt unreachable. It broke him, living each night at the bottom of a bottle in a greasy hotel room. A taste was all he wanted. He figured it’d be a chance to sink his teeth into the meat of success, lock his jaw, and never let go.

His thoughts are disrupted when he hears a flyer flapping against the wind. The evening breeze gently attempts to pull it away from the staple that binds it to the wooden pole. The sound caught Uurtai’s attention. His curiosity bested him, so he ripped the violet-blue flyer free from it’s confinement.

His eyes danced across the flyer. Which proudly bore an image of a little brown bull with the top of his hair bleached. It was the icon himself, Funzen Funashi. Standing beside his fellow bandmates. Robbert Heartman on bass, Eric Estric on drums, and Randall Maull on guitar. Above them, the infamous title ’ Metalcows ’ sat in a unique white font. Tour dates listed below them; ’ July fourth to August ninth. ’ They had finished a show in Denver a few days ago and were already set in their last location.

“ I would be the one stuck with an incompetent band. ”

He mumbled. The bitter acid of envy singed his throat. If only life had blessed such luck upon him, he’d be the one on that poster.

He balled the flyer up and tossed it aside. The disgruntled bull walked the road, letting the streetlights take him for the night.

Dallas Texas, the most American show Funzen has booked yet. He had just rocked a crowd of thousands. And now, the doom bringer lie face down on the front seats of the bands small RV.

And just as the lad flopped down for the knock-out nap of a lifetime, the passenger door opened. The disturbance was none other than his egotistical drummer, Eric Estric.

“ Aw, no. Come on Lil man, you can’t do this to me. ”

Eric breathed out his words in a bargaining tone of desperation. Only to face the rude bird gesture that sat upon Funzens lazily raised hoof.

“ Not cool, man. You know I promised these girls that they can see the inside of the RV. Crash somewhere else. ”

“ Crash somewhere else?”

Funzens voice muffled back from its grave within the seat. And he turned to rest his squishy cheek against the leather.

“ I’ve been trying to sleep in motel lounge chairs for the past three years of our touring. I’m comfortable right here.”

The small bull raised his brows as he stood his ground but his baggy eyes still rested shut. Eric complained ;

“ You could have slept in the RV while we were on the road, man. It’s not my fault you didn’t think to do that.”

“ Didn’t think to do that? ”

Funzen hissed as he opened his eyes, he had to look up at Eric to face the idiot before him.

“ I did try to sleep while we were on the road. ”

The small bull sat up, and would lean towards Eric as he continued his lecture.

“But you three wouldn’t shut the hell up for two seconds. Always ’ Robby this, oh Randall that, aw dude did you see that billboard? Let’s blast some rock, man. ’ How did you expect me to sleep? Blow my ears out? ”

Eric threw his hands up, the poor bovid just wanted to get laid.

“ Dude, ok, I’m sorry. But just… crash on the roof or somethin’. I really scored this time-”

Eric suggested boldly, and met his final answer with the door slamming shut. Funzen gave the peg on the passenger door a push, locking it as his eyes kept contact with Eric’s.

“ Fine! I’ll just go book a fukin hotel room, jackass.”

Eric would shout before storming off. Funzen lie his head back down carelessly. He sandwiched his hooves between his cheekbone and the warm seat. And the small lad would wiggle his body snugly into the leather.

“ You go do that ”

He mumbled.

It’s been miserable, sharing small motel rooms with three other sweaty men. The manager of the band pocketed extra expense costs. And gave Metalcows the lowest possible motel rates.

Had the band realized how big they were, they’d kick his ass.

The driver door to the RV opened, and Robert sat down next to his tuckered out brother.

“ Ball game comes on in thirty minutes. ”

“ That’s nice.”

Funzens voice crackled in response.

*under construction*

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janinelagace · 4 years

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Manfred Lehmkuhl | Concrete and screed master … – #Beton #concrete #Estric … https://ift.tt/2XaS1DC

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ecoperiodistaefeverde · 5 years

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El problema afecta a toda la vida silvestre del país, flora y fauna, que están protegidas por estric...

#trafico de especies

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gbrailyn · 4 years

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El aeropuerto de Tampa se prepara para reiniciar actividades bajo estric...

#noticiastelemundo #telemundo49 #Tpaready #telemundo #periodista #periodistatelemundo #periodistacubano #coronavirus #covid-19 #entiemposdecoronavirus

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solimedsd · 4 years

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@maykel_cubacrossfit - 20.4 😎 la técnica es la técnica y sin técnica no hay tecnica. 4 Estric push press 100kl En honor a @felixsabon @crossfitlesvalls @crossfit @solimedsd - #solimedsd https://www.instagram.com/p/B4XBalBIBpC/?igshid=zff45k9fn9if

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mikemike07-blog1 · 6 years

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Olvídate de la montaña rusa en la que el Bitcoin y otras criptomonedas importantes han viajado durante los últimos meses éste es un mercado legítimo. Y Adena Friedman, CEO de Nasdaq, se encargó de recordarlo a todos durante una entrevista con la CNBC. El Bitcoin y otras monedas son más que una nueva realidad y una nueva tendencia del mercado. Son nuevas monedas y métodos de pago. Como resultado, muchos inversionistas tradicionales han llegado a la conclusión de que necesitan participar en el mercado. Ahora el Nasdaq ha reforzado esa idea. “Creo que las monedas digitales continuarán persistiendo (…) es solo cuestión de cuánto tomará ese espacio en madurar”, dijo Friedman a la CBNC. “¿Queremos un mercado regulado para ellas? Ciertamente, Nasdaq lo consideraría”. Nasdaq ya soporta a varias casas de cambio de criptomonedas existentes. El miércoles pasado, la compañía anunció una colaboración con Gemini, fundada por Tyler y Cameron Winklevoss, quienes fueron de los primeros en invertir en criptomonedas. En los últimos meses, también se ha asociado con Reality Shares, la firma de ETFs basada en San Diego, para lanzar dos fondos relacionados con blockchain. El último está programado para llegar al mercado en junio. “Si tuviera que clasificar el interés en criptomonedas en una escala de cero a 10, Friedman tendría un seis”, dice Eric Ervin, CEO de Reality Shares. “Ella ayudaría a que la SEC [la oficina que regula a la industria financiera y de valores en Estados Unidos] se sintiera cómoda con el comercio de criptomonedas. No esperaría pasivamente a que subieran a bordo”, dice. “Si la SEC quisiera su opinión, ella daría su aval”. Los comentarios de Freidman no deben interpretarse en el sentido de que el Nasdaq tiene en funcionamiento un mecanismo de intercambio de criptomonedas. No es así. Sin embargo, tiene un contrato de futuros de Bitcoin en proceso. Algunas bolsas de valores extranjeras también buscan hacer que la criptomoneda sea negociable. La Bolsa de Moscú dijo el año pasado que estaba construyendo una plataforma para permitir el comercio una vez que las regulaciones estén listas. Eso es lo que los grandes inversionistas estaban esperando: reglas más estric

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quimicasegundaunidad-blog · 6 years

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Estructura amorfa

Cuando las partículas se sitúan en el espacio de forma desordenada.

En cristalografía, rama de la física de los sólidos, tradicionalmente se distinguen dos tipos de estructura: amorfa y cristalina. La estructura amorfa, de la que el vidrio es un ejemplo habitual, se presenta como un amontonamiento caótico de subestructuras idénticas. La estructura cristalina se presenta en forma de repetición de subestructuras estrictamente periódicas, en las que domina el paralelismo; el cuarzo es el ejemplo más habitual.

Por otra parte, en los cristales se distingue un orden a larga distancia, con una organización rigurosamente periódica de las subestructuras, en tanto que en las estructuras amorfas, las subestructuras siguen líneas quebradas al azar y el orden sólo se discierne a corta distancia.

En la difracción también se refleja esta diferencia; la imagen que produce un haz de partículas fotones, electrones, neutrones- que incide en un cristal amorfo conlleva un punto de impacto central, que corresponde a las partículas no desviadas, rodeado de anillos que corresponden a las distancias medias que son las más frecuentes.

Los materiales de la fase amorfa (sustancias pécticas, hemicelulosas y proteínas) son transportados por orgánulos celulares denominados dictiosomas.tes entre los átomos.

Fase amorfa. Formada por hemicelulosas, polisacáridos no celulósicos [xilana, glucana, galactana, manana, fructana], compuestos pécticos y glucoproteínas.

#2.17. Estructura amorfa

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oddworld-free-hands-society · 4 years

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Cast List

yes all nine of them share this blog. They’ll have to deal with it. Here they are, in order of joining. (Warnings: transphobia, suicidal tendencies mention)

Aron

Species: Glukkon Gender: Masc. (Worker) Age: 30 Occupation: Owner, BotaniCo Decorative Plants (Former junior exec, RuptureFarms [some branch NOT 1029 haven’t decided yet]) Status: Chump Key Descriptor(s): Toned muscle, throws unbuttoned suit over shoulders to act as a cape Overview: The co-founder of this little club, had an encounter while visiting RuptureFarms’ main/largest branch that changed his life forever. When his branch came into his possession due to his boss being Shrykull’d, he sold it all, except a handful of Mudokon slaves and a young Slig, and bought up a vacant building to turn into a shop to sell office plants. He tells no one he grows his own product in his store’s basement via sun lamps. There are other things he doesn’t tell anyone about that basement...including that it even exists.

Janor

Species: Glukkon Gender: Masc. (Worker) Age: 31 Occupation: None (Former professor of literature analysis, Nolybab Institute) Status: Fugitive Key Descriptor(s): Calm, clear-voiced, gentle features and warm smile Overview: After a street performance that displayed questionable loyalty to the Cartel, Janor fled into what he believed was an abandoned basement - the birthing facilities of a minor Slig queen who had passed away. He learned, then, that the property had been bought - by the Glukkon who would become his closest friend, Aron. Janor has a big heart and a mind for emotional philosophy. He can also come across as kind of pretentious, favoring stiffer or formal word choice. He also has incredible lung capacity for a Glukkon. Hmm...

Estric

Species: Glukkon Gender: Male (Worker) Age: 37 Occupation: Professor of economics, Nolybab Institute Status: Big Cheese Key Descriptor(s): Large, eloquent, wears glasses Overview: Janor’s older brother - both in the sense of the two of them spending their lives together and by blood - he and Janor are not Lady Margaret’s children. That makes their unpopular opinions extremely hard to voice, and Estric has to teach a curriculum he doesn’t necessarily believe in. What are those unpopular opinions? Their current course will end in disaster. Thanks to hearing Aron’s account of what he saw of the RuptureFarms 1029 incident, is more convinced than ever that the meeches should have lived and holds them up as the golden example - with Gabbits approaching a close second by the day - of why things need to change.

Lane

Species: Glukkon Gender: Male (Worker) Age: 40 Occupation: None (Former publication overseer, The Eastern Mudos Times) Status: Fugitive Key Descriptor(s): Observant eyes, piercing gaze Overview: Lane is the kind of Glukkon other Glukkons would hold up as an example of why one’s work should only be in pursuit of Moolah. Lane loved working for the press. He was motivated by journalism as its own end, and kept a close eye on the stories his paper printed. When he inevitably began asking questions, good, unbiased journalists would, strings were pulled and he was framed for crimes against the company. Some of the younger members find entertainment in bringing newspapers down to the hideout just to see him rail at obvious spins.

Onisk

Species: Glukkon Gender: Masc. (Worker) Age: 26 Occupation: None (Former assistant to Runesgluk Kate) Status: Fugitive Key Descriptor(s): Scrawny, poor verbal filter, purplish, whiny Overview: Full of ambition and impulsiveness, but not bright enough to harness either correctly, Onisk followed a job offer that seemed “unique” and wound up working directly for some other Glukkon queen (he’s Maggie’s), a Runesgluk named Kate. In too deep to leave - as Glukkon magic is a fiercely-guarded secret - he did his best to work until he figured out Kate’s brood-heir was, in fact a male-identifying worker. And Kate, naturally, was hearing none of it. Her heir would soon be a prisoner in his own growing body. Finding himself unable to bear the sight of his fear and self-loathing, Onisk betrayed Kate and helped Charlie escape, dressed as a homeless Pud. A chance meeting with an old economics professor gave them both a home.

Charlie

Species: Glukkon Gender: Male (Worker (assigned queen)) Age: 13 Occupation: Landlord, Slig Hut Apartments (former brood-heir to Runesgluk Kate) Status: Pud Key Descriptor(s): Broad-framed, bright eyes, rough speech Overview: The rest of the status tells quite a lot of his story on its own, doesn’t it? Charlie thought himself doomed to a body he hated, and a life of popping out eggs and an inability to do anything else. Knowing he had to get out, but not having the hope that he could, Onisk came along and changed that with a touch of ever-so-rare empathy. They ran into Estric, who introduced them to the Society, and Charlie became everyone’s beloved kid brother. More than any of the other fugitives, wanted directly by a queen with finances channeled directly from the pockets of Oktigi, Charlie represents the Society’s truest face - the complete and utter denial of everything their society told them they have to be. Compete and hoard resources? They support him, giving freely in pursuit of a body he can be happy in. Do anything for a quick buck? They put themselves in danger by sheltering him. The thought of betraying him has never crossed their minds, or if it has, it was quickly squelched by their own guilt. While he is the one least accustomed to respecting life for its own sake (growing up with sacrifices being a thing and all), he has an open mind and willingness to absorb new ideas, and a deep appreciation for the kindness he has been shown that shines light on the goodness in his own heart - he passes on the acceptance and understanding he has been shown to his Slig tenants, offering a sympathetic ear to those having difficulty with their toxic lifestyle. He knows exactly what it’s like to not be what you’re “meant” to be and how important it is to be heard.

Cody

Species: Glukkon Gender: Male (Worker) Age: 24 Occupation: None (Formerly owner, Sloghut 320) Status: Pud Key Descriptor(s): Short, spidery, skittery Overview: The most recent Glukkon addition to the Society, Cody was never able to hold down a job he was truly interested in maintaining - overseeing employees didn’t give him the same sense of satisfaction as doing work for himself. He’s skilled with writing computer code and designing documents, but can’t do these things for himself without it becoming apparent he has no living assets the moment some kind of inspection is called for. He’s the most critical of change within the Society’s structure and direction, fearing its collapse. His unusually long limbs and fingers are something of a mystery - was he a botched Gloktigi or something? The two who know anything about Gloktigi say probably not, but it’s still uncanny.

Zombie

Species: Mudokon Gender: Male (Worker) Age: 26 Occupation: Employee, BotaniCo Decorative Plants (former RuptureFarms [same branch as Aron]) Status: Free, paid hourly (formerly enslaved, unpaid) Key Descriptor(s): Pale blue-gray, tired, nosy, manipulative, daring to hope Overview: One of Aron’s oldest surviving slaves, he was one of the “lucky” ones that stuck with him when he started up BotaniCo. He stumbles across the Free Hands Society hidden under his new workplace and nudges it in a direction it sorely needed to go. Old enough to recognize injustices for what they are and bitter and uncaring of his own life enough to voice them, he’s grabbed the Society’s moral compass and is forcibly pointing it at broader horizons. Forced to treat him as an individual with his own needs and feelings, they are also forced to confront the grave injustices their species has done to him. Some take to this task better than others. His insatiable curiosity and nosiness are sometimes the key to his survival, and sometimes are a lot of trouble.

Foggy

Species: Slig Gender: Male (Drone) Age: 2 (or whatever is the earliest age feasible) Occupation: Security/supervisor, BotaniCo Decorative Plants (former security, RuptureFarms [same branch as Aron]) Status: Leased from Slig Queen Skillya via Slig Barracks, paid hourly Key Descriptors: Genial, lazy, eagerly curious, bawdy humor, anxious Overview: In sharp contrast to Zombie, Foggy was the youngest Slig on the branch payroll when Aron sold it. He elected to follow him, and it didn’t take much to figure out that he was avoiding leaving himself to an unknown fate. If he was assigned to tend to a queen, he may, as a drone, also be asked to attend to her in other ways, and given his own mother’s legendary temper, he’s terrified of the prospect of whatever awaits him on his first queen visit. This is expressed via humor, because it isn’t acceptable for a Slig to show such hesitation or fear of something so normal and natural. He can often be worked to the point of such specific vehemence it’s obvious, and his body language follows suit. While he “walks the walk”, so to speak, in mistreating Zombie and the other Mudokons that once worked alongside them, he prefers messing with people verbally if they upset him - or just for fun, because he’s an immature little brat.

#intro #info post #long post #oc glukkon aron #oc glukkon janor #oc glukkon cody #oc glukkon charlie #oc glukkon onisk #oc glukkon lane #oc glukkon estric #oc mudokon zombie #oc slig foggy

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