Part time human

atheist bad driver: I will rely on my own skill to see myself safely home after a mere 8 drinks

the "milkman" is a common figure in stories depicting a woman's infidelity and adulterous affair.

this implies that the ability to provide milk would both decrease the likelihood of a man abandoning his wife and children, as it would eliminate the need for leaving to get milk AND would secure that man's marriage, as his wife would have no need to seek milk from an extraneous source.

therefore, all men should produce milk, through various means such as:

- being a cow

- being an almond

- being a woman

- being a coconut

- being in the omegaverse

- being an oat

(list is exemplary and not finite)

For it was she who bravely entered the vault, found the magical vessel, and destroyed it. We must be vigilant! We must stand firm against the dark forces of magic, and ensure that they never penetrate our walls again.

Femslash February: Day Three - Parkwest, Season 1 Doctor Light Au

Iris approached the corner of Jitters with trepidation, pausing as the gasps grew more frantic and a muttered, “No!” rang out. She was supposed to meet her dad at the hospital, he’d be worried if she didn’t show to see Barry, but if someone was hurt, maybe she could -

A sharp “What the hell?!” filled the alley and Iris’s stomach clenched. She steeled her nerves and stepped into the alley, ready to offer help.

Her jaw dropped instead.

She hardly noticed the panicked noise the woman made as she moved closer, eyes transfixed on the sunlight pulsing from those slender hands, nearly blinding Iris. At first she thought it was a trick of the light - a pun completely unintended - but the more she stared, the more she realized that the glow was coming from each finger as the hands shifted, heat emanating from her palms as Iris paused a foot away.

“Please,” Iris managed to draw her eyes away from those hands to the woman’s face, wide-eyed and looking as shocked as Iris felt, “I need help. I don’t - I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I need…”

Two beams of pure white light shot forth from the woman’s palms and they both yelped even as the nearest dumpster was blown halfway down the road from the impact. The woman clutched her hands to her chest in horror and Iris kept staring, a thrill she’d thought she lost since her best friend was struck by lightning rising like a high tide in the pit of her stomach.