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anime is a series of childrens’ novels about a bunch of kids who meet aliens and get the ability to turn into animals.
No, you’re thinking of Animorphs. Anime is a classic musical/movie about a young orphan who charms a rich man into adopting her.
No, you’re thinking of Annie. Anime is a series of 26 letters used to form words and phrases, commonly knows as the ‘ABCs’
you’re thinking of the alphabet. anime is when a blood vessel in your brain weakens and balloons with blood
no thats an aneurysm. anime is when you draw a bunch of still images and sequence them together to create an illusion of moving pictures
no that’s what’s called an “animation”. Anime is another term for being that is not from this world. Lime an ET or a Martian.
No you’re thinking about aliens. Anime is a organism that feeds on organic matter, and is one of the five groups of living organisms.
No you’re thinking about animals. Anime is a small insect, often black or brown. Usually found plaguing picnics
No you’re thinking about ants. Anime is a red fruit that grows on trees and is used to make juice and pies.
I´m p sure those are apples,Anime is when a group of people come together to make music using only their voices
I think you mean a capella. Anime is a health condition characterised by low numbers of red cells in the blood.
You’re thinking of anemia. Anime is a spice with a licorice flavor.
I believe you’re thinking of anise. Anime is a state of social fragmentation characterized by a lack of moral alignment between the individual and the community.
No,you’re thinking of Anarchy. Anime is a business professional who deals with the measurement and management of risk and uncertainty.
I think you’re thinking of an actuary. Anime is a cartoon about three wacky siblings living in a water tower and causing trouble on the Warner Bros. movie lot.
No, that’s Animaniacs. Anime is a material composed of antiparticles, which have the same mass as particles of ordinary matter, but opposite charges, lepton numbers, and baryon numbers.
No, you’re thinking of antimatter. Anime is a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.
Nah, you’re thinking of anxiety. Anime is the one character in a tv or show that tries to foil the main guy’s plans
No, you’re thinking of antagonist. Anime is the repetition of a word at beginning of successive phrases for emphasis.
No, you’re thinking of anaphora. Anime is the relative that Peter Parker lives with.
No, you’re thinking of Aunt May. Anime is an organized military force equipped for fighting on land.
no you’re thinking of army. anime is a boa snake native to south America.
No, you’re thinking of anaconda. Anime is the hit 2004 comedy starring Will Ferrell
No, you’re thinking of Anchorman. Anime is a marine animal with a cylindrical body and a ring of tentacles around its mouth that clownfish often make their home in.
No you’re thinking of an anemone. Anime is a large lizard found in the southern part of the US, not to be confused with a crocodile
That’s an aligator, anime is an unfinished animation project. It’s usually for storyboarding, unconplete, and monochrome.
No, you’re thinking of an Animatic. Anime is a fossil, especially one of a later type found chiefly in the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods, typically with intricately frilled suture lines.
Nuh-uh, you’re thinking of ammonite. Anime is the date of an occasion that happened the previous year. People may celebrate it annually.
No, you’re thinking of anniversary, anime is a condition in which the shape and size of the ocular image differ in each eye.
No you’re thinking of Aniseikonia. Anime is the fear of spiders and scorpions.
No, you’re thinking of Arachnophobia. Anime is the main character of the Prequel Trilogy of Star Wars, who later becomes Darth Vader.
No, you’re thinking of Anikin. Anime is the slow degeneration of organic cells, generally due to underuse.
No, you’re thinking of Atrophy, Anime is one of the stages of cell division, specifically the phase where paired up chromosomes begin to split away from eachother to the opposite poles of the spindle
No, you’re thinking of anaphase. Anime is the ordering of several items on a list in order of the appearance of their first letter in the alphabet.
No, you’re thinking of alphabetical. Anime is the famous word Severus Snape uses when he tells Dumbledore he still loves Lily.
No, you’re thinking of the word “always”. Anime is the study of the movements and relative positions of celestial bodies interpreted as having an influence on human affairs and the natural world.
No, you’re thinking of astrology. Anime is when multiple words in succession start with the same vowel sound.
No, you’re thinking of alliteration. Anime is a person who tries to transmute metals into gold.
No, you’re thinking of an alchemist. Anime is the 51st element in the periodic table, represented by the symbol Sb.
No, no, that’s antimony. Anime is a kind of bug with eight legs and no wings.
No, you’re thinking of an Arachnid. Anime is a word made by scrambling the letters of another word.
No, you’re thinking of anagram. Anime is a member of a Germanic people that invaded England along with the Saxons and Jutes in the fifth century A.D. and merged with them to form the Anglo-Saxon peoples.
No, you’re thinking of Angle. Anime is another word to describe strong hostility.
Nah that’s anger, anime is when you attribute human characteristics to non-human entities like animals or objects
No that’s anthropomorphism, anime is the act of skillfully shooting using a bow and arrow
No you’re thinking of archery, anime is one’s family or ethnic descent.
No that’s ancestry, anime is the death of cells which occurs as a normal and controlled part of an organism’s growth or development
No that's apoptosis. Anime is a medicine (such as penicillin or its derivatives) that inhibits the growth of or destroys microorganisms.
I love incest
You’re thinking of insects, incest is the part of the digestive system where nutrients are absorbed from the food you eat, and it comes after the stomach
No that’s the intestine, incest is something you burn in a holder for a nice smell
no thats incense, incest is like when a boss fight gets hard and the music speeds up
No that’s intense, incest is when you put something in another thing
No, that’s insert. Incest is when two roads cross one another.
No, that’s intersect. Incest is when you buy into stocks
No that’s invest. Incest is when you do something specifically to make someone like you more
No, that’s impressed. Incest is when you consume something into your body by swallowing or absorbing it
no, that’s ingest. incest is money earned for depositing lots of money at a bank for a long period of time
no, that’s interest. incest is a receipt or bill stating the amount of money you’re charged for some goods or services
No that’s invoice. Incest is a woman who is a sovereign ruler of great power and rank especially one ruling an empire
No that’s Empress. Incest is a judicial inquiry to ascertain the facts as they relate to an incident, particularly if they’re looking into someone’s death.
No, that’s inquest. Incest is when germs or animals are in large numbers in a single place, typically so as to cause damage or disease.
No, that’s an infestation. Incest is an augmented reality game, by former Google employees, the studio that did Pokemon Go
No, that’s Ingress. Incest is when you submerge something in a liquid.
No, that's immerse. Incest is a group of related things that are in alphabetical or numerical order.
10 cool rocks you probably didn’t know about
1) lepidolite
lepidolite is a variety of mica and is typically pink or lavender colored. when tumbled it is extremely glittery – pictures don’t do it justice!
2) ulexite
ulexite is also called “tv rock” and has a super unique optical effect – when placed over something it displays that image onto the top of the rock. it’s not merely opaque – the fibers within the mineral literally project an image onto the surface of the stone.
3) pietersite
pietersite has chatoyancy – much like tiger’s eye – that creates movement and shine through the surface of the stone. however, unlike tiger’s eye, pietersite’s chatoyancy is in swirls instead of straight lines. it’s incredible to behold – i recommend looking up pietersite on youtube and checking out videos of it under good lighting.
4) optical calcite/iceland spar
this type of calcite is actually completely clear, but refracts the light going through it in ways that create rainbows and other neat optical effects. isaac newton himself actually studied this rock to help better understand the nature of light itself & the phenomenon of optical illusions.
5) alexandrite
alexandrite is a variety of chrysoberyl that exhibits a color change! it changes from a greenish hue to a brilliant red depending on the type of light and the source. the color changes in alexandrite are phenomenal and rarely seen in other stones.
6) spectrolite
don’t let the image fool you – this stone is actually pure black. the brilliant colors it exhibits are just a flash (it’s actually called labradorescence, which is what the stone labradorite is named for). spectrolite is an uncommon form of labradorite mined only from finland. some varieties of high quality labradorite from madagascar can show a spectrolite play, but nothing is as dark with as brilliant a flash as spectrolite.
7) specular hematite
specular hematite is a variety of hematite that has a beautiful, glimmering surface especially when polished. much like lepidolite, the shimmer of specular hematite is caused by mica.
8) boulder opal
boulder opal is ironstone with cracks of brilliant natural opal running through it. these formations are entirely natural. opal has the most brilliant and vibrantly colored flash of any other stone.
9) enhydro quartz
enhydro quartz is a variety of quartz that was formed with naturally occuring water & air bubbles within them! in some specimens the water bubbles will actually move underneath the surface of the crystal.
10) fire agate
fire agate is actually a form of chalcedony, and is well known for having a beautiful rainbow effect caused by schiller, rather than flash or labradorescence.
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when someone says “muslims need to tell isis to stop” but u already texted isis and they left u on read and now they’re vague-posting about u
the beatles wouldnt even fucking exist if big time rush hadnt paved the path for them so shut the fuck up
Do you even…?
Know the history of music?
The fuck?
yeah music was invented in 2009 by Big Time Rush
…I honestly can’t tell if your being sarcastic, or you really are this stupid.
I seriously hope it’s sarcasm
i being 100% serious my guy
The Beatles are older than big time rush
well yeah but that doesnt change the fact that the beetles didnt start making music until after BTR released their hit album Elevate and then the beetles decided to make music, only after they got permission from Kanye West
One of The Beatles died before BTR made music. AND THEIR CARRER ENDED IN 1970
yeah ur right the Bettles careers ended before it even began. thats how bad theyre music is.
The Beatles are the most revolutionary bands of all time. They had many fans when they first made music, and still do today. If it weren’t for them, BTR would not exist. And neither would many other pop and rock bands
I think you have it mixed up, it should be the other way around
besides:
That is easily photoshopped and also easily to disprove. Also, I’m mostly just trying to give you a lesson on HISTORY and how years work.
Beatles: 1960-1970 A.K.A. Before 2009
BTR: 2009-2013 A.K.A. AFTER THE BEATLES
Yeah the Beatles werent around until the year 1960 A.B.T.R. (After Big Time Rush)
That-that’s not a thing
of course it is, all years are either BBTR (before big time rush) or ABTR (after big time rush)
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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.
It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled walls.
It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.
It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.
As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.
Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.
“Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”
She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.
The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.
That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.
“I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.
It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.
Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.
The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.
“Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”
The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.
“I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”
When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.
“I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”
Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, he’s clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.
this is so sweet. it made me want to hug someone.
i had to
I WOULD WATCH SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE
Okay but she takes him to the little cafe and all of the people in her town are like “What is that thing, what the hell, Anette?” and she’s like “Don’t you remember my grandson Todd?” and the entire town just has to play along because no one will tell little old Nettie that her grandson is an actual demon because this is the happiest she’s been since her husband died.
Bonus: In season 4 she makes him run for mayor and he wins
I just want to watch ‘Todd’ help her with groceries, and help her with cooking, and help her clean up the dust around the house and air it out, and fill it with spring flowers because Anette mentioned she loved hyacinth and daffodils. Over the seasons her eyesight worsens, so ‘Todd’ brings a hellhound into the house to act as her seeing eye dog, and people in town are kinda terrified of this massive black brute with fur that drips like thick oil, and a mouth that can open all the way back to its chest, but ‘Honey’ likes her hard candies, and doesn’t get oil on the carpet, and when ‘Todd’ has to go back to Hell for errands, Honey will snuggle up to Anette and rest his giant head on her lap, and whuff at her pockets for butterscotch. Anette never gives ‘Todd’ her soul, but she gives him her heart
In season six, Anette gets sick. She spends most of the season bedridden and it becomes obvious by about midway through the season that she’s not going to make it to the end of the season. Todd spends the season travelling back and forth between the human realm and his home plane, trying hard to find something, anything that will help Anette get better, to prolong her life. He’s tried getting her to sell him her soul, but she’s just laughed, told him that he shouldn’t talk like that. With only a few episodes left in the season Anette passes away, Todd is by her side. When the reaper comes for her Todd asks about the fate of her soul. In a dispassionate voice the reaper informs Todd that Anette spent the last few years of her life cavorting with creatures of darkness, that there can be only one fate for her. Todd refuses to accept this and he fights the reaper, eventually injuring the creature and driving it off. Knowing that Anette cannot stay in the Human Realm, and refusing to allow her spirit to be taken by another reaper, so he takes her soul in his arms. He’s done this before, when mortals have sold themselves to him. This time the soul cradled against his chest does not snuggle and fight. This time the soul held tight against him reaches out, pats him on the cheek tells him he was a good boy, and so handsome, just like his grandfather. Todd takes Anette back to the demon realm, holding her tight against him as he travels across the bleak and forebidding landscape; such a sharp contrast to the rosy warmth of Anette’s home. Eventually, in a far corner of his home plane, Todd finds what he is looking for. It is a place where other demons do not tread; a large boulder cracked and broken, with a gap just barely large enough for Todd to fit through. This crack, of all things, gives him pause, but Anette’s soul makes a comment about needing to get home in time to feed Honey, and Todd forces himself to pass through it. He travels in darkness for a while, before he emerges into into a light so bright that it’s blinding. His eyes adjust slowly, and he finds himself face to face with two creatures, each of them at least twice his size one of them has six wings and the head of a lion, one of them is an amorphous creature within several rings. The lion-headed one snarls at Todd, and demands that he turn back, that he has no business here. Todd looks down, holding Anette’s soul against his chest, he takes a deep breath, and speaks a single word, “Please.” The two larger beings are taken aback by this. They are too used to Todd’s kind being belligerent, they consult with each other, they argue. The amorphous one seems to want to be lenient, the lion-headed one insists on being stricter. While they’re arguing Todd sneaks by them and runs as fast as he can, deeper into the brightly lit expanse. The path on which he travels begins to slope upwards, and eventually becomes a staircase. It becomes evident that each step further up the stair is more and more difficult for Todd, that it’s physically paining him to climb these stairs, but he keeps going.
They dedicate a full episode to this climb; interspersing the climb with scenes they weren’t able to show in previous seasons, Anette and Honey coming to visit Todd in the Mayor’s office, Anette and Todd playing bingo together for the first time, Anette and Todd watching their stories together in the mid afternoon, Anette falling asleep in her chair and Todd gently carrying her to bed. Anette making Todd lemonade in the summer while he’s up on the roof fixing that leak and cleaning out the rain gutters. Eventually Todd reaches the top, and all but collapses, he falls to a knee and for the first time his grip on Anette’s soul slips, and she falls away from him. Landing on the ground. He reaches out for her, but someone gets there first. Another hand reaches out, and helps this elderly woman off the ground, helps her get to her feet. Anette gasps, it’s Charles. The pair of them throw their arms around each other. Anette tells Charles that she’s missed him so much, and she has so much to tell him. Charles nods. Todd watches a soft smile on his face. A delicate hand touches Todd’s shoulder, and pulls him easily to his feet. A figure; we never see exactly what it looks like, leans down, whispering in Todd’s ear that he’s done well, and that Anette will be well taken care of here. That she will spend an eternity with her loved ones. Todd looks back over to her, she’s surrounded by a sea of people. Todd nods, and smiles. The figure behind him tells him that while he has done good in bringing Anette here, this is not his place, and he must leave. Todd nods, he knew this would be the case. Todd gets about six steps down the stairway before he is stopped by someone grabbing his shoulder again. He turns around, and Anette is standing behind him. She gives him a big hug and leads him back up the stairs, he should stay, she says. Get to know the family. Todd tries to tell her that he can’t stay, but she won’t hear it. She leads him up into the crowd of people and begins introducing him to long dead relatives of hers, all of whom give him skeptical looks when she introduces him as her grandson. The mysterious figure appears next to Todd again and tells him once more he must leave, Todd opens his mouth to answer but Anette cuts him off. Nonsense, she tells the figure. IF she’s gonna stay here forever her grandson will be welcome to visit her. She and the figure stare at each other for a moment. The figure eventually sighs and looks away, the figure asks Todd if she’s always like this. Todd just shrugs and smiles, allowing Anette to lead him through a pair of pearly gates, she’s already talking about how much cake they’ll need to feed all of these relatives.
P.S. Honey is a Good Dog and gets to go, too.
the last lines of the show:
demon: you’re not blind here – but you’re not surprised. when…?
anette: oh, toddy, don’t be silly, my biological grandson’s not twelve feet tall and doesn’t scorch the furniture when he sneezes. i’ve known for ages.
demon: then why?
anette: you wouldn’t have stayed if you weren’t lonely too.
demon: you… you don’t have to keep calling me your grandson.
anette: nonsense! adopted children are just as real. now quit sniffling, you silly boy, and let’s go bake a cake. honey, heel!
honey: W̝̽̂̿͂͝Ọ̮̹̲̪̋ͦͅO̸̘͔̬͊F̜̫͙̟͕͖̙̋ͫ͌͗
@unrestedjade. This. XD
OH MY CROP I CAN’T ;A;
It’s so sweet, I literally cried.
Guy who likes music
Is he an alien
Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, it’s the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at.
they all looked at the moon they’re all dead the moon is killing people wake up america
what the fuck kind of name spelling bullshit is Farha
why are white people so offended by arabic names like ho ur name is gabriella,,, high school musical came out in 2006 it’s not cute anymore
rip gabriella 2006-2016
Gabriella’s far better than Farha