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A grin pulls itself across Will’s face.  He refocuses his attention on his silverware, shifting them in his hands and biting his lip to hide a laugh.

“Depends on the amount of alcohol in my system.”  It’s a weak feint, he knows.  “What arouses your interests, Doctor?”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

You know there's a difference between understanding and knowing.

I resent that. I would think by now we’ve got a fair understanding of each other.

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I have responsibilities like self torment and isolation

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The cocoon of the bagworm moth is always different, depending on the materials that the caterpillar forged to built it with.

Ten minutes. Ten friggin minutes slowly creeping over to this guy, including s l o w l y edging my way closer on my elbows and knees to get some nice close-ups. The results made me happy.

Last week was #NPRWormWeek - and I made these worm trading cards to celebrate! Each feature’s a special worm species from the week’s stories.

Check out the full stories:

Could Worms In Your Gut Cure Your Allergies?

How Worm Warriors Are Beating An Unbeatable Worm

Should We Make Room For Worms On Our Dinner Plate?

Why The World Isn’t Close To Eradicating Guinea Worm

The Power Of Worm Poop

Think you know worms? Take our wormy quiz here to test your knowledge.

(Also - on Tuesday we raced worms. On Friday we ate worms)

drhanniballecter:

runsonfear:

drhanniballecter:

“Yo.”

Hannibal swagged his way over to his office door, made agape by one unfortunate visitor.

He was just in the middle of cookin up another crime scene, so whoever it was at the door was in a shitload of trouble.

“You dun goofed, mate.” Hannibal growled dangerously.

“No you.” Will was hip to all the happenings up in here.  He’d figured it out with his empathy or whatever.

“The jig is up, fam, I’m knowin on your game.”

“Listen, Sweaty” Hannibal smiled condescendingly. He wasn’t about to let some basic hoe step in up on his shit. He knew how to handle this tight sitch with some choice shade.

“You may think you’re playing the game, son,” hannibal started, with the heaviest amount of salt

“Butt sweaty pie, you’re actually tripping balls something fierce.” There was enough salt for a batch of Mcdonalds 99c menu fries.

Hannibal may be a salty hoe, but Will was ready for that shit.

“El-oh-el, you actually think I want to play your game?  Finna end the mother fucker.”  If they were in Sassyland living in Sassy City, the Capital of Sassyland, then Will would have been the mayor of Sassy City and he’d live in the sassiest building in Sassy City and, in his spare time, be the captain of the S.S. Sassy.

“Like, why are you so obsessed with me?  Your design isn’t even that great.” He snapped his fingers in a z-formation.  “Hashtag REKT.”

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Reblog this if you slept with my ex-wife Susan.

Trying to prove a point to my divorce lawyer.