The picture makes me think "pointy end towards enemy". Which makes me consider the sort of person who would be using a slimy, slippery fish with that many teeth as a weapon... They'd have to be desperate, or insane. (I'm voting for insane as it's more entertaining.) Holding a fish with that sort of mouth (alive of…

There were different kinds. Some required you to break little ampules. But yeah, I always thought it was just that ammonia was a volatile chemical that would evaporate and the breaking released it, not that there was any 2-stage chemical mixing involved.

Fainting was actually pretty common. One, it was socially acceptable; women didn't exactly try *not* to faint. Two, corsets. Those things were so prevalent and laced so tight that some girls died from their ribs piercing other vital organs when the moved too energetically; this meant most women couldn't actually walk…

You seriously have no sense of smell? Like, you couldn't smell lysol if someone sprayed it under your nose? Dude! That's kind of dangerous, eh? You can't really tell good food from bad...

Hey, intellectuals have needs too!

Wait.. we're making flies *healthier*? Gods, make *sure* those little buggers never get out of the lab!

I like genre stuff better than literary stuff, although both seem to benefit from an injection of the other.

Tee-hee! :)

Ooooh... I know a guy back in AIT who had lovely dark skin and wore green contacts. He was a visual fascination for me for quite some time. It didn't hurt one tiny skoosh that he knew some Jiu-Jitsu and was incredibly, amazingly sweet as a person... But mama, those green contacts were something else. Haven't thought…

Snake get into the darndest places....

Narwhal Narwhal, swimming in the ocean...

Heh. I used to run feral in those woods. There's nothing there but ticks. And old playboy magazines. And the occasional drug dealer. And sometimes deep pits full of ice water.

I remember running around in the woods up there... used to trip over old stone walls *everywhere*. And abandoned buildings. Sometimes at night, with just a flashlight. It never seemed scary. But I left and I've seen all sort of places, and now I sort of get why folks call New England "dark woods" and stuff... Guess…

True enough. Most of them aren't capable of *lifting* a sandwich anymore, though. Can you imagine any of them running and jumping?

Because the movie companies aren't allowed to starve the actors beforehand. Also, hiring starving folks from third world countries is considered exploitation for some reason. Also also, this scene could possibly be part of the post-publicity bit, where the efforts of a massive team of makeup and image people have…

Inception/Supernatural slashfic coming up in 3...2...1...

That dress is *amazing*.

Male Shadowcat is... kind of hot.

Why is the fanart version of Wonder Woman's costume so much more awesome than the one they used in the comics or the proposed revamped TV show?

You've never read this book, have you?