site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word
site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition
site that gives you words that rhyme with a word
site that gives you synonyms and antonyms
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"It takes 35,000 stitches to make a pair of socks, so that's 35,000 actions you're doing to produce this item that will hopefully take care of somebody, it's kind of like magic." 🔮✨🐇🧶❤️
I love this project - they complete UFOs left behind by loved ones.
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Guys guys guys guys so old news i know but i just saw the new blues clues trailer. And I get half way thought the trailer mad I'm like who's this guy. Maybe the writer? And then he gets real close the camera talks and I practically YELL at my phone "STEVE????" I Aint never heard of this josh dude but STEVE my homie! I swear it was like finding my best friend after 20 years
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HEY GUYS REMEMBER THIS
Well here’s the official story! It might not be what you guys originally expected, but I hope you guys like it! Reblogs would be heavily appreciated. I don’t have a name for this story yet, so suggestions would be super cool!
Chapter One
It’s a well known fact that humans pack bond with anything. The amount of times that Cryton had heard of human “pets” and “house plants” and making friends with AI was far too many in xir opinion. Humans adopting other species was a widespread phenomenon, but xe never quite expected to see it.
Cryton led the ground team on Exerta with xir human friend Bryce, who was talking about his homeworld to xem. The two had heard of a recent possible ship crash on the planet, and were sent to investigate.
“Some animals use bright colors to show us they’re poisonous, but others are bright to attract mates, you see?” Bryce explained.
“We have a similar phenomenon back on Lychein,” Cryton responded. In fact, xe xemself was brightly colored, showing off a possible danger to predators.
“But some animals mimic the colors of those poisonous guys so they don’t get eaten too.”
“That… is not a phenomenon I have heard of before,” Cryton muttered. The two continued walking, bits of debris appearing more and more frequently as they did so.
“Is that it?” Bryce questioned. And there it was. A broken ship, still in flames. The hull was cracked open wide, and the wings seemed as if they were torn straight off. The charred blue and purple paint clung to the metal, and the glass was cracked and lying on the floor. Bryce walked forward, getting a closer look. Under a large sheet of metal was the body of a passenger, its limbs spread out, broken and bleeding. Large lacerations cut across the body, and a metal beam impaled its supposed forehead. It was too mangled to tell the species. He looked around, finding another body in a similar position.
“I guess we found out what happened…” muttered Bryce. He moved around, looking at the broken ship. “Should we go back? Get this broken thing on a ship? Not sure what species they are and what funerals they do. Maybe figure out some more information?”
“I’m not sure… but if we find the black box, it could be—” Cryton was cut off by the sound of scraping. “What was that?”
“No idea,” Bryce muttered. He moved to the other side of the ship, trying to find the source of the sound. And through the large hole he saw a dark figure. He almost left, until he saw movement.
“Hey!” he yelled, “are you there? Do you need help?” The scraping sound got louder as he peered inside. “I’m going in.”
Bryce crawled inside, the fumes from the burning fuel making it hard to breathe. “Hold on! I’m coming!” With a closer look, he could make out the shape of the being. It was much smaller than the other passengers, and it was currently under the collapsed wall of the ship. It stopped moving, the scraping sound finally stopping. He got closer, lifting up the metal with all his might, but it barely budged.
“Cryton!” He yelled, catching his friend’s attention. “Help me out here!” Cryton moved closer, crawling under and grabbing onto the metal. “On three, we pull. One, two, three!”
The metal creaked as it was lifted up, revealing the passenger underneath. “Bryce…” Cryton whispered, “is that a Xelquian?”
The Xelquiae were known throughout the galaxy as being temperamental and strong, who often kept to themselves. The plate-like scales covering the majority of the body were dirty, and its many eyes were closed. The wings looked bent, and many flight feathers broken, and their legs were extended to the pointed position. One of the arms looked broken, possibly in an attempt to lift the metal. But they were small, smaller than even a Thespeys who were a mere four feet and a half on average compared to the usual eight feet that Xelquiae were. What one was doing this far out from their system was the question sticking in Cryton’s mind.
“I think so, but why are they here in the first place?”
“I’m not sure… but they are small. Even their head feathers are short,” Cryton pointed out.
“Doesn’t matter much, what matters is that they need medical attention. Come on, let’s get them to the ship.” Bryce leaned down, picking up the Xelquian and carrying them on his back. “Can you carry my pack?”
Cryton nodded, and moved to walk next to xir friend. “I’ll call Eletra,” xe said, pulling out xir communicator.
“Good. Tell her she has another patient to fix up,” Bryce responded as the two began their long trek back to the ship.
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