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    Books, Deer, and Gif: LaShyra "Lash" Nolen
 @LashNolen
 Today we learned about Lyme disease
 and it's classic symptom: a bullseye rash
 (erythema migrans) formed around the
 area of a tick bite.
 A classmate of mine asked, "How is this
 diagnosed for those with darker skin?"
 Our professor struggled to give him a
 clear answer. 1/5
 11:50 AM Oct 8, 2019 Twitter for iPho ne
 2.1K Likes
 845 Retweets

 LaShyra "Lash" Nolen @LashNolen 13h
 Replying to @LashNolen
 After class I decided to google what we learned to
 see what images came up. I wasn't surprised by
 what I found: a homogenous representation of the
 bullseye rash on white skin.
 .
 It's no wonder our professor didn't have a good
 answer to answer my classmate's question. 2/5
 bullseye rash lyme
 X
 IMÁGENES
 TODOS
 SHOPPING
 NOTICIAS
 Más recientes
 Producto
 HD
 GIF
 it
 tick bites
 erythema migrans
 deer tick
 t1 37
 1
 323
 LaShyra "Lash" Nolen @LashNolen 13h
 I'm learning more and more that medicine is
 taught in a way that is often times exclusionary and
 the treatment and manifestation of disease in
 those with melinated skin is treated as an
 afterthought, a "special case" of illness that
 students must do extra work to understand. 3/5
 ti 140
 2
 785
 LaShyra "Lash" Nolen @LashNolen 13h
 This left me with the following thoughts:
 1. If stage 1 Lyme disease is taught to be
 recognized as a rash on white skin, how are we
 supposed to diagnose Lyme disease in our darker
 skinned patients? Does this mean Lyme disease
 will progress to later stages in these patients? 4/5
 t 81
 608
 LaShyra "Lash" Nolen @LashN olen 13h
 2. How does this later detection contritubute to
 the disparities we see in healthcare and what can
 we do in #med Ed to reduce these disparities and
 ensure students have the tools necessary to treat
 and diagnosis patients of all skin types equitably?
 5/5

unfriendly-black-hijabi:

wahtdahel:

Most of the medical research was done on white males and their response to medicine. This is why medical books should only serve as a framework but clinical expertise matters more.
And this is why we need more black doctors.




Black people are more likely to die from skin cancer for the same reason. It’s just diagnosed later. 

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Books, Deer, and Gif: LaShyra "Lash" Nolen
 @LashNolen
 Today we learned about Lyme disease
 and it's classic symptom: a bullseye rash
 (erythema migrans) formed around the
 area of a tick bite.
 A classmate of mine asked, "How is this
 diagnosed for those with darker skin?"
 Our professor struggled to give him a
 clear answer. 1/5
 11:50 AM Oct 8, 2019 Twitter for iPho ne
 2.1K Likes
 845 Retweets

 LaShyra "Lash" Nolen @LashNolen 13h
 Replying to @LashNolen
 After class I decided to google what we learned to
 see what images came up. I wasn't surprised by
 what I found: a homogenous representation of the
 bullseye rash on white skin.
 .
 It's no wonder our professor didn't have a good
 answer to answer my classmate's question. 2/5
 bullseye rash lyme
 X
 IMÁGENES
 TODOS
 SHOPPING
 NOTICIAS
 Más recientes
 Producto
 HD
 GIF
 it
 tick bites
 erythema migrans
 deer tick
 t1 37
 1
 323
 LaShyra "Lash" Nolen @LashNolen 13h
 I'm learning more and more that medicine is
 taught in a way that is often times exclusionary and
 the treatment and manifestation of disease in
 those with melinated skin is treated as an
 afterthought, a "special case" of illness that
 students must do extra work to understand. 3/5
 ti 140
 2
 785
 LaShyra "Lash" Nolen @LashNolen 13h
 This left me with the following thoughts:
 1. If stage 1 Lyme disease is taught to be
 recognized as a rash on white skin, how are we
 supposed to diagnose Lyme disease in our darker
 skinned patients? Does this mean Lyme disease
 will progress to later stages in these patients? 4/5
 t 81
 608
 LaShyra "Lash" Nolen @LashN olen 13h
 2. How does this later detection contritubute to
 the disparities we see in healthcare and what can
 we do in #med Ed to reduce these disparities and
 ensure students have the tools necessary to treat
 and diagnosis patients of all skin types equitably?
 5/5

unfriendly-black-hijabi:

wahtdahel:

Most of the medical research was done on white males and their response to medicine. This is why medical books should only serve as a framework but clinical expertise matters more.
And this is why we need more black doctors.




Black people are more likely to die from skin cancer for the same reason. It’s just diagnosed later. 

                
            

            
            
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wahtdahel:

Most of the medical research was done on white males and their response to medicine. This is why medic...

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Beautiful, Bored, and Head: Here's a prime example of "Men Are
 From Mars, Women Are From Venus"
 offered by an English professor from
 the University of Phoenix:
 The professor told his class one day: Today we will ex-
 periment with a new form called the tandem story
 The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the
 person sitting to his or her immediate right. As home-
 work tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph
 of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that para-
 graph and send another copy to me. The partner will
 read the first paragraph and then add another para-
 graph to the story and send it back, also sending an-
 other copy to me. The first person will then add a third
 paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.
 Remember to re-read what has been written each time
 in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be ab-
 solutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and any-
 thing you wish to say must be written in the e-mail.
 The story is over when both agree a con-
 clusion has been reached."
 The following was actually turned in by two of his
 English students:
 Rebecca and Gary
 THE STORY:
 (first paragraph by Rebecca)
 At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea
 she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her
 favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded
 her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier
 times, that he liked chamomile.
 But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her
 mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating,
 and if she thought about him too much her asthma
 started acting up again. So chamomile was out of
 the
 second paragraph by Gary)
 Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of
 the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4,
 had more important things to think about than the
 neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named
 Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night
 over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he
 said into his transgalactic communicator. " Polar
 orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But
 before he could sign off a bluish particle beam
 flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through
 his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent
 him flying out of his seat and across the ####pit.
 (Rebecca)
 He bumped his head and died almost immediately,
 but not before he felt one last pang of regret for
 psychically brutalizing the one woman who had
 ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth
 stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peace
 ful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Per-
 manently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie
 read in her newspaper one morning. The news si-
 multaneously excited her and bored her. She
 stared out the window, dreaming of her youth,
 when the days had passed unhurriedly and care-
 free, with no newspaper to read, no television to
 distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at
 all the beautiful things around
 her. "Why must one
 lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she
 pondered wistfully
 Gary)
 Little did she know, but she had less than 10 sec-
 onds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the
 Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
 lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy
 peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace
 disarmament Treaty through the congress had left
 Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien em-
 pires who were determined to destroy the human
 race. Within two hours after the passage of the
 treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for
 Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the
 With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated
 their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile en-
 tered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President,
 in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters
 on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
 inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized
 poor, stupid Laurie.
 (Rebecca)
 This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of
 literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvin-
 istic semi-literate adolescent.
 Gary)
 Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered
 tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the
 literary equivalent of Valium. Oh, shall I have
 chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of
 F-KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an
 air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle
 Steele novels!"
 Gary)
 B*tch.
 (Rebecca)
 F K YOU-YOU NEANDERTHALI
 In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.
 A+
 Ireally liked this one.
epicjohndoe:

A Very Good Example Of ‘Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus’
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Beautiful, Bored, and Head: Here's a prime example of "Men Are
 From Mars, Women Are From Venus"
 offered by an English professor from
 the University of Phoenix:
 The professor told his class one day: Today we will ex-
 periment with a new form called the tandem story
 The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the
 person sitting to his or her immediate right. As home-
 work tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph
 of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that para-
 graph and send another copy to me. The partner will
 read the first paragraph and then add another para-
 graph to the story and send it back, also sending an-
 other copy to me. The first person will then add a third
 paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.
 Remember to re-read what has been written each time
 in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be ab-
 solutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and any-
 thing you wish to say must be written in the e-mail.
 The story is over when both agree a con-
 clusion has been reached."
 The following was actually turned in by two of his
 English students:
 Rebecca and Gary
 THE STORY:
 (first paragraph by Rebecca)
 At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea
 she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her
 favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded
 her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier
 times, that he liked chamomile.
 But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her
 mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating,
 and if she thought about him too much her asthma
 started acting up again. So chamomile was out of
 the
 second paragraph by Gary)
 Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of
 the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4,
 had more important things to think about than the
 neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named
 Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night
 over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he
 said into his transgalactic communicator. " Polar
 orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But
 before he could sign off a bluish particle beam
 flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through
 his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent
 him flying out of his seat and across the ####pit.
 (Rebecca)
 He bumped his head and died almost immediately,
 but not before he felt one last pang of regret for
 psychically brutalizing the one woman who had
 ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth
 stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peace
 ful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Per-
 manently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie
 read in her newspaper one morning. The news si-
 multaneously excited her and bored her. She
 stared out the window, dreaming of her youth,
 when the days had passed unhurriedly and care-
 free, with no newspaper to read, no television to
 distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at
 all the beautiful things around
 her. "Why must one
 lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she
 pondered wistfully
 Gary)
 Little did she know, but she had less than 10 sec-
 onds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the
 Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
 lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy
 peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace
 disarmament Treaty through the congress had left
 Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien em-
 pires who were determined to destroy the human
 race. Within two hours after the passage of the
 treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for
 Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the
 With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated
 their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile en-
 tered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President,
 in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters
 on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
 inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized
 poor, stupid Laurie.
 (Rebecca)
 This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of
 literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvin-
 istic semi-literate adolescent.
 Gary)
 Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered
 tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the
 literary equivalent of Valium. Oh, shall I have
 chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of
 F-KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an
 air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle
 Steele novels!"
 Gary)
 B*tch.
 (Rebecca)
 F K YOU-YOU NEANDERTHALI
 In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.
 A+
 Ireally liked this one.
epicjohndoe:

A Very Good Example Of ‘Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus’
                
            

            
            
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A Very Good Example Of ‘Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus’

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Bad, Children, and Facebook: did you know?
 did-you-kno.tumblr.com
 Michael the gorilla was taught sign language
 by Koko, the first signing gorilla. He began
 signing "Squash meat gorilla. Mouth tooth
 Cry sharp-noise loud. Bad think-trouble look-
 face. Cut/neck lip (girl) hole." Researchers
 believed this was a description of the
 poaching death of his mother.
 did-you-kno.tumblr.com
 didyouknowblog.com
 Cohen Gi n facebook.com/didyouknowblog
death-limes:

venipede:

osteophagy:

endcetaceanexploitation:

Washoe was a chimp who was taught sign language.
One of Washoe’s caretakers was pregnant and missed work for many weeks after she miscarried. Roger Fouts recounts the following situation:
“People who should be there for her and aren’t are often given the cold shoulder—her way of informing them that she’s miffed at them. Washoe greeted Kat [the caretaker] in just this way when she finally returned to work with the chimps. Kat made her apologies to Washoe, then decided to tell her the truth, signing “MY BABY DIED.” Washoe stared at her, then looked down. She finally peered into Kat’s eyes again and carefully signed “CRY”, touching her cheek and drawing her finger down the path a tear would make on a human (Chimpanzees don’t shed tears). Kat later remarked that one sign told her more about Washoe and her mental capabilities than all her longer, grammatically perfect sentences.“ [23]
Washoe herself lost two children; one baby died shortly after birth of a heart defect, the other baby, Sequoyah, died of a staph infection at two months of age.

more about Washoe:
after the death of her children, researchers were determined to have Washoe raise a baby and brought in a ten month chimpanzee named Loulis. one of the caretakers went to Washoe’s enclosure and signed “i have a baby for you.” Washoe became incredibly excited, yelling and swaying from side to side, signing “baby” over and over again. then she signed “my baby.”
the caretaker came back with Loulis, and Washoe’s excitement disappeared entirely. she refused to pick Loulis up, instead signing “baby” apathetically; it was clear that the baby she thought she was getting was going to be Sequoyah. eventually Washoe did approach Loulis, and by the next day the two had bonded and from then on she was utterly devoted to him.
*information shamelessly paraphrased from When Elephants Weep by Jeffrey Masson.

Even more interestingly, after Washoe and Loulis bonded, she started teaching him American Sign Language the same way that human parents teach their children language. It only took Loulis eight days to learn his first sign from Washoe, and aside from the seven that his human handlers learned around him, he learned to speak in ASL just as fluently as Washoe and was able to communicate with humans in the same way she could.

now if y'all don’t think this is the tightest shit you can get outta my face

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Bad, Children, and Facebook: did you know?
 did-you-kno.tumblr.com
 Michael the gorilla was taught sign language
 by Koko, the first signing gorilla. He began
 signing "Squash meat gorilla. Mouth tooth
 Cry sharp-noise loud. Bad think-trouble look-
 face. Cut/neck lip (girl) hole." Researchers
 believed this was a description of the
 poaching death of his mother.
 did-you-kno.tumblr.com
 didyouknowblog.com
 Cohen Gi n facebook.com/didyouknowblog
death-limes:

venipede:

osteophagy:

endcetaceanexploitation:

Washoe was a chimp who was taught sign language.
One of Washoe’s caretakers was pregnant and missed work for many weeks after she miscarried. Roger Fouts recounts the following situation:
“People who should be there for her and aren’t are often given the cold shoulder—her way of informing them that she’s miffed at them. Washoe greeted Kat [the caretaker] in just this way when she finally returned to work with the chimps. Kat made her apologies to Washoe, then decided to tell her the truth, signing “MY BABY DIED.” Washoe stared at her, then looked down. She finally peered into Kat’s eyes again and carefully signed “CRY”, touching her cheek and drawing her finger down the path a tear would make on a human (Chimpanzees don’t shed tears). Kat later remarked that one sign told her more about Washoe and her mental capabilities than all her longer, grammatically perfect sentences.“ [23]
Washoe herself lost two children; one baby died shortly after birth of a heart defect, the other baby, Sequoyah, died of a staph infection at two months of age.

more about Washoe:
after the death of her children, researchers were determined to have Washoe raise a baby and brought in a ten month chimpanzee named Loulis. one of the caretakers went to Washoe’s enclosure and signed “i have a baby for you.” Washoe became incredibly excited, yelling and swaying from side to side, signing “baby” over and over again. then she signed “my baby.”
the caretaker came back with Loulis, and Washoe’s excitement disappeared entirely. she refused to pick Loulis up, instead signing “baby” apathetically; it was clear that the baby she thought she was getting was going to be Sequoyah. eventually Washoe did approach Loulis, and by the next day the two had bonded and from then on she was utterly devoted to him.
*information shamelessly paraphrased from When Elephants Weep by Jeffrey Masson.

Even more interestingly, after Washoe and Loulis bonded, she started teaching him American Sign Language the same way that human parents teach their children language. It only took Loulis eight days to learn his first sign from Washoe, and aside from the seven that his human handlers learned around him, he learned to speak in ASL just as fluently as Washoe and was able to communicate with humans in the same way she could.

now if y'all don’t think this is the tightest shit you can get outta my face

                
            

            
            
death-limes:

venipede:

osteophagy:

endcetaceanexploitation:

Washoe was a chimp who was taught sign language.
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    Beautiful, Bored, and Head: Here's a prime example of "Men Are
 From Mars, Women Are From Venus"
 offered by an English professor from
 the University of Phoenix:
 The professor told his class one day: Today we will ex-
 periment with a new form called the tandem story
 The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the
 person sitting to his or her immediate right. As home-
 work tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph
 of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that para-
 graph and send another copy to me. The partner will
 read the first paragraph and then add another para-
 graph to the story and send it back, also sending an-
 other copy to me. The first person will then add a third
 paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.
 Remember to re-read what has been written each time
 in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be ab-
 solutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and any-
 thing you wish to say must be written in the e-mail.
 The story is over when both agree a con-
 clusion has been reached."
 The following was actually turned in by two of his
 English students:
 Rebecca and Gary
 THE STORY:
 (first paragraph by Rebecca)
 At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea
 she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her
 favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded
 her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier
 times, that he liked chamomile.
 But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her
 mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating,
 and if she thought about him too much her asthma
 started acting up again. So chamomile was out of
 the
 second paragraph by Gary)
 Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of
 the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4,
 had more important things to think about than the
 neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named
 Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night
 over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he
 said into his transgalactic communicator. " Polar
 orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But
 before he could sign off a bluish particle beam
 flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through
 his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent
 him flying out of his seat and across the ####pit.
 (Rebecca)
 He bumped his head and died almost immediately,
 but not before he felt one last pang of regret for
 psychically brutalizing the one woman who had
 ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth
 stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peace
 ful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Per-
 manently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie
 read in her newspaper one morning. The news si-
 multaneously excited her and bored her. She
 stared out the window, dreaming of her youth,
 when the days had passed unhurriedly and care-
 free, with no newspaper to read, no television to
 distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at
 all the beautiful things around
 her. "Why must one
 lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she
 pondered wistfully
 Gary)
 Little did she know, but she had less than 10 sec-
 onds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the
 Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
 lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy
 peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace
 disarmament Treaty through the congress had left
 Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien em-
 pires who were determined to destroy the human
 race. Within two hours after the passage of the
 treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for
 Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the
 With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated
 their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile en-
 tered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President,
 in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters
 on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
 inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized
 poor, stupid Laurie.
 (Rebecca)
 This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of
 literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvin-
 istic semi-literate adolescent.
 Gary)
 Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered
 tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the
 literary equivalent of Valium. Oh, shall I have
 chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of
 F-KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an
 air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle
 Steele novels!"
 Gary)
 B*tch.
 (Rebecca)
 F K YOU-YOU NEANDERTHALI
 In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.
 A+
 Ireally liked this one.
epicjohndoe:

A Very Good Example Of ‘Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus’
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Beautiful, Bored, and Head: Here's a prime example of "Men Are
 From Mars, Women Are From Venus"
 offered by an English professor from
 the University of Phoenix:
 The professor told his class one day: Today we will ex-
 periment with a new form called the tandem story
 The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the
 person sitting to his or her immediate right. As home-
 work tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph
 of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that para-
 graph and send another copy to me. The partner will
 read the first paragraph and then add another para-
 graph to the story and send it back, also sending an-
 other copy to me. The first person will then add a third
 paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.
 Remember to re-read what has been written each time
 in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be ab-
 solutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and any-
 thing you wish to say must be written in the e-mail.
 The story is over when both agree a con-
 clusion has been reached."
 The following was actually turned in by two of his
 English students:
 Rebecca and Gary
 THE STORY:
 (first paragraph by Rebecca)
 At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea
 she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her
 favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded
 her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier
 times, that he liked chamomile.
 But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her
 mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating,
 and if she thought about him too much her asthma
 started acting up again. So chamomile was out of
 the
 second paragraph by Gary)
 Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of
 the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4,
 had more important things to think about than the
 neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named
 Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night
 over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he
 said into his transgalactic communicator. " Polar
 orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But
 before he could sign off a bluish particle beam
 flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through
 his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent
 him flying out of his seat and across the ####pit.
 (Rebecca)
 He bumped his head and died almost immediately,
 but not before he felt one last pang of regret for
 psychically brutalizing the one woman who had
 ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth
 stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peace
 ful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Per-
 manently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie
 read in her newspaper one morning. The news si-
 multaneously excited her and bored her. She
 stared out the window, dreaming of her youth,
 when the days had passed unhurriedly and care-
 free, with no newspaper to read, no television to
 distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at
 all the beautiful things around
 her. "Why must one
 lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she
 pondered wistfully
 Gary)
 Little did she know, but she had less than 10 sec-
 onds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the
 Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
 lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy
 peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace
 disarmament Treaty through the congress had left
 Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien em-
 pires who were determined to destroy the human
 race. Within two hours after the passage of the
 treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for
 Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the
 With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated
 their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile en-
 tered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President,
 in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters
 on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
 inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized
 poor, stupid Laurie.
 (Rebecca)
 This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of
 literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvin-
 istic semi-literate adolescent.
 Gary)
 Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered
 tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the
 literary equivalent of Valium. Oh, shall I have
 chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of
 F-KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an
 air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle
 Steele novels!"
 Gary)
 B*tch.
 (Rebecca)
 F K YOU-YOU NEANDERTHALI
 In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.
 A+
 Ireally liked this one.
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    Amazon, Confused, and Crush: Retailers Admit To Not
 Ordering Any Motor Crush
 #1 Because It Has A Black
 Female Lead

 FLETCHER STEWART TARR
 #2

 FLETCHER STEWART TARR
 #S-53.99
 42
shadesoforlando:

genquerdeer:

rnortal:
please support motor crush, its a new comic with a black lesbian lead with lovely art style and an intricate plot about motorcycle lesbians & their rival gangs
POST A FUCKING COMIXOLOGY LINK
HERE
you get 140 pages (about 7 standard issues) for SIX BUCKS
you get it instantly in a comic you can read online. It’s like fucking Steam for comics.
The comic itself is made by the team responsible for New52 Batgirl (Babs Tarr, Cameron Steward, Brendan Fletcher) so if you liked their run on Batgirl* , you will like this book!
* - the one where Batgirl moves to Burnside, and during which Batgirl’s trans woman friend had a lesbian wedding

So a bit of an update because even I was confused on what was going on with the series at the moment…The comic didn’t sell enough to warrant single issues, so it’s been on a long hiatus since the middle of 2018.
But the good news is that it is still being produced in trade paperback format and it is coming back real real soon!
The next trade release is expected to be in July of this year and I cannot stress enough how important it is to preorder if you want the series to keep going, especially considering how it’s likely going to be stocked in even fewer stores due to its new format.
If you still need to be convinced on why you should pick it up, it has the following 
A cool future world about livestreamed entertainment
Motorcycle racing during the day with Illegal street racing at night
Black lesbian lead with a CANON GIRLFRIEND (who she’s trying to get back with when the story starts)
Extremely good art by Babs Tarr, who many Critical Role fans may recognize from Pub Draw!
Seriously, I can’t state enough that the black lesbian lead isn’t just queerbaiting or some kind of doomed scenario
So what are you waiting for?
You can preorder Volume 3 on Amazon HERE
And if you still haven’t read this amazingly cool street racing mindfuck of a series…
IT IS ALL ON SALE RIGHT NOW! (4/10/2019) AND YOU CAN GET THE FIRST TRADE PAPERBACK FOR FOUR FUCKING DOLLARS AND THE WHOLE SERIES FOR ABOUT TWELVE

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Amazon, Confused, and Crush: Retailers Admit To Not
 Ordering Any Motor Crush
 #1 Because It Has A Black
 Female Lead

 FLETCHER STEWART TARR
 #2

 FLETCHER STEWART TARR
 #S-53.99
 42
shadesoforlando:

genquerdeer:

rnortal:
please support motor crush, its a new comic with a black lesbian lead with lovely art style and an intricate plot about motorcycle lesbians & their rival gangs
POST A FUCKING COMIXOLOGY LINK
HERE
you get 140 pages (about 7 standard issues) for SIX BUCKS
you get it instantly in a comic you can read online. It’s like fucking Steam for comics.
The comic itself is made by the team responsible for New52 Batgirl (Babs Tarr, Cameron Steward, Brendan Fletcher) so if you liked their run on Batgirl* , you will like this book!
* - the one where Batgirl moves to Burnside, and during which Batgirl’s trans woman friend had a lesbian wedding

So a bit of an update because even I was confused on what was going on with the series at the moment…The comic didn’t sell enough to warrant single issues, so it’s been on a long hiatus since the middle of 2018.
But the good news is that it is still being produced in trade paperback format and it is coming back real real soon!
The next trade release is expected to be in July of this year and I cannot stress enough how important it is to preorder if you want the series to keep going, especially considering how it’s likely going to be stocked in even fewer stores due to its new format.
If you still need to be convinced on why you should pick it up, it has the following 
A cool future world about livestreamed entertainment
Motorcycle racing during the day with Illegal street racing at night
Black lesbian lead with a CANON GIRLFRIEND (who she’s trying to get back with when the story starts)
Extremely good art by Babs Tarr, who many Critical Role fans may recognize from Pub Draw!
Seriously, I can’t state enough that the black lesbian lead isn’t just queerbaiting or some kind of doomed scenario
So what are you waiting for?
You can preorder Volume 3 on Amazon HERE
And if you still haven’t read this amazingly cool street racing mindfuck of a series…
IT IS ALL ON SALE RIGHT NOW! (4/10/2019) AND YOU CAN GET THE FIRST TRADE PAPERBACK FOR FOUR FUCKING DOLLARS AND THE WHOLE SERIES FOR ABOUT TWELVE

                
            

            
            
shadesoforlando:

genquerdeer:

rnortal:
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    Dove, Funny, and Head: Language
 Why English is
 so hard to learn
 11. The insurance was invalid for the
 invalid in his hospital bed.
 12. There was a row among the
 oarsmen about who would row.
 13. They were too close to the door
 to close it.
 14. The buck does funny things when
 the does (females) are present.
 15.A seamstress and a sewer fell
 down into a sewer line.
 16. To help with planting, the farmer
 taught his sow to sow.
 17.The wind was too strong to wind
 the sail around the mast.
 Marlene Davis
 YOU think English
 is easy? Check out
 the following.
 1. The bandage
 was wound around
 the wound.
 2. The farm was cultivated to produce
 produce.
 3. The dump was so full that the
 workers had to refuse more refuse.
 4. We must polish the Polish furniture
 shown at the store.
 5. He could lead if he would get the
 lead out.
 6. The soldier decided to desert his
 tasty dessert in the desert.
 7. Since there is no time like the pres-
 ent, he thought it was time to present the
 present to his girlfriend.
 8.A bass was painted on the head of
 the bass drum.
 9.When shot at, the dove dove into
 the bushes.
 10.1 did not object to the object
 which he showed me.
 18. Upon seeing the tear in her
 painting she shed a tear.
 19.I had to subject the subject to a
 series of tests.
 20. How can I intimate this to my
 most intimate friend?
 Heteronyms
 These are brilliant. Homonyms
 or homographs are words of like
 spelling, but with more than one
 meaning and sound.
 When pronounced differently,
 they are known as heteronyms
English is thoroughly tough
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Dove, Funny, and Head: Language
 Why English is
 so hard to learn
 11. The insurance was invalid for the
 invalid in his hospital bed.
 12. There was a row among the
 oarsmen about who would row.
 13. They were too close to the door
 to close it.
 14. The buck does funny things when
 the does (females) are present.
 15.A seamstress and a sewer fell
 down into a sewer line.
 16. To help with planting, the farmer
 taught his sow to sow.
 17.The wind was too strong to wind
 the sail around the mast.
 Marlene Davis
 YOU think English
 is easy? Check out
 the following.
 1. The bandage
 was wound around
 the wound.
 2. The farm was cultivated to produce
 produce.
 3. The dump was so full that the
 workers had to refuse more refuse.
 4. We must polish the Polish furniture
 shown at the store.
 5. He could lead if he would get the
 lead out.
 6. The soldier decided to desert his
 tasty dessert in the desert.
 7. Since there is no time like the pres-
 ent, he thought it was time to present the
 present to his girlfriend.
 8.A bass was painted on the head of
 the bass drum.
 9.When shot at, the dove dove into
 the bushes.
 10.1 did not object to the object
 which he showed me.
 18. Upon seeing the tear in her
 painting she shed a tear.
 19.I had to subject the subject to a
 series of tests.
 20. How can I intimate this to my
 most intimate friend?
 Heteronyms
 These are brilliant. Homonyms
 or homographs are words of like
 spelling, but with more than one
 meaning and sound.
 When pronounced differently,
 they are known as heteronyms
English is thoroughly tough
                
            

            
            
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    Crime, Facts, and Guns: New Zealand
 POLICE
 Ngs Piihimana O Aetearo
 NOTICE TO SURRENDER AIRGUN OR ANTIQUE FIREARM
 To
 Of
 Adam John HOLLAND
 Queenstown
 PURSUANT TO SECTION 41, ARMS ACT 1983
 1, Inspector Olaf Karl Jensen, a Commissioned Officer of Police, hereby give notice that in
 my opinion you are not a fit and proper person to be in possession of an airgun or an antique
 firearm. Police are currently holding the following described airguns.
 1 x Ruger Blackhawk .177 calibre Air rifle
 1 x Hatsun Striker 177 calibre Air Rifle
 You may within three months after the date of this Notice or such longer period as the
 Commissioner of Police may allow, sell or otherwise dispose of any airgun or antique firearm
 owned by you to a person approved for this purpose by a member of the Police.
 antique firearms delivered to a member of the Police may be
 as the Commissioner of Police thinks fit, or may, in the discretion
 Failing that, all airguns
 detained for such a period
 of the Minister of Police, become the property of the Crown, free and discharged from all
 right, title or interest possess in respect thereof by any person.
 or
 You may by way of origination application, appeal to a District Court Judge against this
 Notice. (Section 62, Arms Act 1983 refers).
 My reason for this decision is as follows:
 1. I do not believe you to be a fit and proper person to be in possession of an airgun.
 2. Police hold serious concerns
 regarding your mental and emotional wellbeing.
 Should you wish me to review my decision or you dispute the facts you may make written
 submissions or arrange an appointment with me within two weeks of the date of this notice.
 Any submissions you do make must be accompanied by a letter from a medical
 practitioner attesting to your mental and emotional wellbeing at this time.
 stor
 Dated at
 this
 of
 20
 Commissioned Officer of Police
prolifeproliberty:
cominuteman:

strict-constitutionalist:


whiskey-gunpowder:


weatherman667:

whiskey-gunpowder:
we’re not coming for your guns…. we just want the military grade assault fully semi-automatic weapon of wars off the street… now turn in your airgun
“…in my opinion you are not a fit and proper person to be in possession…”
They have the right to unilaterally decide who has the right to own firearms.

this is the end game for the red flag laws. a deranged leftist’s opinion saying your unfit. and to those in the notes asking what made him unfit… the thought crime of supporting POTUS. 


This isn’t the end game. It’s the first step on the way to the end game. You’re delusional if you think the agenda stops there. Look at Europe if you want to know what the goal is


They obviously had to have gun registration for them to know exactly what guns he owned.  First registration followed by confiscation.


This is why we don’t let terrorists dictate our laws.

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Crime, Facts, and Guns: New Zealand
 POLICE
 Ngs Piihimana O Aetearo
 NOTICE TO SURRENDER AIRGUN OR ANTIQUE FIREARM
 To
 Of
 Adam John HOLLAND
 Queenstown
 PURSUANT TO SECTION 41, ARMS ACT 1983
 1, Inspector Olaf Karl Jensen, a Commissioned Officer of Police, hereby give notice that in
 my opinion you are not a fit and proper person to be in possession of an airgun or an antique
 firearm. Police are currently holding the following described airguns.
 1 x Ruger Blackhawk .177 calibre Air rifle
 1 x Hatsun Striker 177 calibre Air Rifle
 You may within three months after the date of this Notice or such longer period as the
 Commissioner of Police may allow, sell or otherwise dispose of any airgun or antique firearm
 owned by you to a person approved for this purpose by a member of the Police.
 antique firearms delivered to a member of the Police may be
 as the Commissioner of Police thinks fit, or may, in the discretion
 Failing that, all airguns
 detained for such a period
 of the Minister of Police, become the property of the Crown, free and discharged from all
 right, title or interest possess in respect thereof by any person.
 or
 You may by way of origination application, appeal to a District Court Judge against this
 Notice. (Section 62, Arms Act 1983 refers).
 My reason for this decision is as follows:
 1. I do not believe you to be a fit and proper person to be in possession of an airgun.
 2. Police hold serious concerns
 regarding your mental and emotional wellbeing.
 Should you wish me to review my decision or you dispute the facts you may make written
 submissions or arrange an appointment with me within two weeks of the date of this notice.
 Any submissions you do make must be accompanied by a letter from a medical
 practitioner attesting to your mental and emotional wellbeing at this time.
 stor
 Dated at
 this
 of
 20
 Commissioned Officer of Police
prolifeproliberty:
cominuteman:

strict-constitutionalist:


whiskey-gunpowder:


weatherman667:

whiskey-gunpowder:
we’re not coming for your guns…. we just want the military grade assault fully semi-automatic weapon of wars off the street… now turn in your airgun
“…in my opinion you are not a fit and proper person to be in possession…”
They have the right to unilaterally decide who has the right to own firearms.

this is the end game for the red flag laws. a deranged leftist’s opinion saying your unfit. and to those in the notes asking what made him unfit… the thought crime of supporting POTUS. 


This isn’t the end game. It’s the first step on the way to the end game. You’re delusional if you think the agenda stops there. Look at Europe if you want to know what the goal is


They obviously had to have gun registration for them to know exactly what guns he owned.  First registration followed by confiscation.


This is why we don’t let terrorists dictate our laws.

                
            

            
            
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cominuteman:

strict-constitutionalist:


whiskey-gunpowder:


weatherman667:

whiskey-gunpowder:
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    Batman, Bitch, and Click: gotham city
 by
 meg

 INT. WAREHOUSE
 NIGHT
 The discordant SCREECH of a wooden chair's being dragged
 across a concrete floor echoes through the spacious yet
 deserted warehouse. The tinted lights are dim, some
 flickering without any discernible pattern. A heavy pair of
 boots stomp rhythmically as an man makes his way across the
 room, the chair firmly in his grip. The man, a nameless
 HENCHMAN type, is who someone with manners would refer to
 as "burly" or "built."
 He stops underneath the brightest light in the room,
 setting the chair down and revealing its occupant. He is
 wearing
 a golden "RR" symbol decorating his chest. Despite the sack
 covering his features, one can still make out his raven
 hair poking out of the burlap fabric.
 a uniform of sorts, with black and red details plus
 HENCHMAN
 (gruff)
 Seems like the Batman... is losing
 his touch
 RED ROBIN's head twitches underneath the sack.
 RED ROBIN
 (muffled)
 Do I look like Batman to you?
 The henchman circles the teen like a
 tiger stalking its
 prey, if that tiger had one too many antelope dinners. He
 forces out a deep and planned LAUGH
 HENCHMAN
 No, no, no. Much too small, you
 are
 Red Robin shifts in his seat. Inaudible muffling can be
 heard from underneath the sack.
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 Shhh, little bird. You must save
 your breath! Air will get spare
 quite soon.
 Henchman LAUGHS again, but this time his voice horribly
 cracks. He COUGHS quickly, but the damage was done. Red
 Robin shifts in his seat once more in the following
 uncomfortable silence.
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 So tell me-

 2.
 Henchman tries to restore the tense atmosphere by slipping
 an obnoxiously sized syringe full of mysterious liquid out
 of a package hidden in his coat pocket.
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 Where is the bat? My employer just
 wants to... chat.
 Red Robin drops his head to the side, effectively
 communicating
 a "bitch, please" without the spoken word.
 Henchman menacingly shakes his head as he stalks toward the
 teen
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 I had a feeling you were the dumb
 robin
 A voice suddenly cuts through the heavy air.
 RED HOOD
 (from above)
 Damn right!
 The man drops the syringe in surprise, eliciting
 CRASH Red Robin perks up at the dialogue, using the hand
 that was supposedly tied to the splintering wooden chair to
 lift the sack from his head.
 a horrid
 RED ROBIN
 (yelling)
 I resent that!
 More bickering voices start to emerge from the darkened
 catwalk above the factory floor. The henchman stands
 stunned
 SPOILER
 Hey, don't say that!
 sensitive.
 He's
 ROBIN
 Weakest Robin, maybe. Getting
 himself kidnapped by this oaf?
 Disgraceful
 RED ROBIN
 (yelling)
 We literally planned this! It was
 your idea!
 Red Robin starts untying the ropes around his ankles.

 3.
 ROBIN
 Maybe there's a reason you're
 always playing kidnapped!
 RED ROBIN
 (yelling)
 Because you guys are
 jerks?
 NIGHTWING
 Hey, I volunteered to be kidnapped
 this time!
 BATGIRL
 Oh, honey. We all know how that
 would play out.
 A communal GROAN emits from the batkids as they reminisce
 on the last time Dick volunteered to play kidnapped.
 RED HOOD
 I take it back, Wing's the dumb
 Robin
 NIGHTWING
 OKAY, first of all,
 not my fault-
 the fire was
 The batkids devolve into unintelligible BICKERING. To an
 outside observer, it would seem as Red Robin is yelling
 into darkness filled with disembodied voices.
 Henchman SPUTTERS, unable to form coherent words.
 HENCHMAN
 H-hey! You- You can't-
 ALL BATKIDS
 (yelling)
 Shut up!
 The henchman shuts his gaping mouth with the CLICK of his
 teeth
 HENCHΜΑΝ
 (talking to himself)
 I 'm not getting out of this, am 1?
 A pair of white eyes cut through the darkness behind him
 ΒΑΤΜAΝ
 No
outoftheframework:

outoftheframework:
so a little fun tidbit about me is that i write screenplays. i challenged myself to write one in fifteen minutes, unedited, and then post it. this is what happened.

enjoy?

so so so thankful and in awe to the response to this post. I love screenwriting and it would be my pleasure to provide you guys with more high quality work in the future, y’all make me so happy.thank you :)
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Batman, Bitch, and Click: gotham city
 by
 meg

 INT. WAREHOUSE
 NIGHT
 The discordant SCREECH of a wooden chair's being dragged
 across a concrete floor echoes through the spacious yet
 deserted warehouse. The tinted lights are dim, some
 flickering without any discernible pattern. A heavy pair of
 boots stomp rhythmically as an man makes his way across the
 room, the chair firmly in his grip. The man, a nameless
 HENCHMAN type, is who someone with manners would refer to
 as "burly" or "built."
 He stops underneath the brightest light in the room,
 setting the chair down and revealing its occupant. He is
 wearing
 a golden "RR" symbol decorating his chest. Despite the sack
 covering his features, one can still make out his raven
 hair poking out of the burlap fabric.
 a uniform of sorts, with black and red details plus
 HENCHMAN
 (gruff)
 Seems like the Batman... is losing
 his touch
 RED ROBIN's head twitches underneath the sack.
 RED ROBIN
 (muffled)
 Do I look like Batman to you?
 The henchman circles the teen like a
 tiger stalking its
 prey, if that tiger had one too many antelope dinners. He
 forces out a deep and planned LAUGH
 HENCHMAN
 No, no, no. Much too small, you
 are
 Red Robin shifts in his seat. Inaudible muffling can be
 heard from underneath the sack.
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 Shhh, little bird. You must save
 your breath! Air will get spare
 quite soon.
 Henchman LAUGHS again, but this time his voice horribly
 cracks. He COUGHS quickly, but the damage was done. Red
 Robin shifts in his seat once more in the following
 uncomfortable silence.
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 So tell me-

 2.
 Henchman tries to restore the tense atmosphere by slipping
 an obnoxiously sized syringe full of mysterious liquid out
 of a package hidden in his coat pocket.
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 Where is the bat? My employer just
 wants to... chat.
 Red Robin drops his head to the side, effectively
 communicating
 a "bitch, please" without the spoken word.
 Henchman menacingly shakes his head as he stalks toward the
 teen
 HENCHMAN (CONT'D)
 I had a feeling you were the dumb
 robin
 A voice suddenly cuts through the heavy air.
 RED HOOD
 (from above)
 Damn right!
 The man drops the syringe in surprise, eliciting
 CRASH Red Robin perks up at the dialogue, using the hand
 that was supposedly tied to the splintering wooden chair to
 lift the sack from his head.
 a horrid
 RED ROBIN
 (yelling)
 I resent that!
 More bickering voices start to emerge from the darkened
 catwalk above the factory floor. The henchman stands
 stunned
 SPOILER
 Hey, don't say that!
 sensitive.
 He's
 ROBIN
 Weakest Robin, maybe. Getting
 himself kidnapped by this oaf?
 Disgraceful
 RED ROBIN
 (yelling)
 We literally planned this! It was
 your idea!
 Red Robin starts untying the ropes around his ankles.

 3.
 ROBIN
 Maybe there's a reason you're
 always playing kidnapped!
 RED ROBIN
 (yelling)
 Because you guys are
 jerks?
 NIGHTWING
 Hey, I volunteered to be kidnapped
 this time!
 BATGIRL
 Oh, honey. We all know how that
 would play out.
 A communal GROAN emits from the batkids as they reminisce
 on the last time Dick volunteered to play kidnapped.
 RED HOOD
 I take it back, Wing's the dumb
 Robin
 NIGHTWING
 OKAY, first of all,
 not my fault-
 the fire was
 The batkids devolve into unintelligible BICKERING. To an
 outside observer, it would seem as Red Robin is yelling
 into darkness filled with disembodied voices.
 Henchman SPUTTERS, unable to form coherent words.
 HENCHMAN
 H-hey! You- You can't-
 ALL BATKIDS
 (yelling)
 Shut up!
 The henchman shuts his gaping mouth with the CLICK of his
 teeth
 HENCHΜΑΝ
 (talking to himself)
 I 'm not getting out of this, am 1?
 A pair of white eyes cut through the darkness behind him
 ΒΑΤΜAΝ
 No
outoftheframework:

outoftheframework:
so a little fun tidbit about me is that i write screenplays. i challenged myself to write one in fifteen minutes, unedited, and then post it. this is what happened.

enjoy?

so so so thankful and in awe to the response to this post. I love screenwriting and it would be my pleasure to provide you guys with more high quality work in the future, y’all make me so happy.thank you :)
                
            

            
            
outoftheframework:

outoftheframework:
so a little fun tidbit about me is that i write screenplays. i challenged myself to write one in fift...