adorable little turtle

Red Eared Jailbreak

When I was about 16 we had two Red Eared Sliders, Tom and Tina. Adorable little amphibious turtles. They were about 1.5" long at first, but quickly grew to 6".

We kept them in a tank on a 3ft tall stand in the entryway, which was great cause if the neighbor kids wanted to see, we could just let them come in. Problem is that the entryway was floored with stone tiles, and once they reached “5 long they figured out how to climb out of the tank using the filter.

We’d be relaxing one afternoon and from the entryway we’d here a *CRACK*……. *scrabble scrabble scrabble* as one climbed out, fell to the tile, then desperately tried to make their escape across the slick floor. We’d retrieve them, put them back, and put a heavier object on the lid.

But one fall night Tom apparently figured out how to land quietly on the tile, because no one awoke to catch him. We searched the house for hours, moving furniture, looking in vents, inside closets… We couldn’t find a thing and we figure he must have somehow escaped.

Four months later I’m doing some spring cleaning reorganizing my room. Move my bed and what do I find with its nose shoved into the corner of my room? It’s Tom, still as a corpse.

We pick him up and he doesn’t respond. We touch his nose and tug at his legs, no response. But I swear I can see the tiniest little breathing, so we drop him back in the tank with Tina and he sinks like a rock.

We sit with bated breath when suddenly, a leg kicks, then another…. Then his head pops out and he swims to the surface and starts clawing at the glass with his maw open wide, demanding food.

Little guy was fine, he just wanted to take a nap. He used to be bigger than Tina, but after a 4 month pause she overtook him and he never caught up.

Loved those guys, had to give them to a new home when we moved, I hope they’re happy :)

-DownhillCarver


DUDE WHAT, THAT’S INCREDIBLE????

After all Tom put himself through, I hope he’s doing well, too! 

The Road Ahead Part 15

Connor x Reader

A/N: I’m still unsure on if I want to put smut into this story. I mean, there will be smut in it at some point, but I’m not sure if I’m going to write it or just imply it. *shrugs*


The gentle roll of the ocean below was waking you peacefully from your slumber, your head burrowing deeper into the pillow. With eyes still closed, you stretched wide, each muscle gladly accepting the feel. At least until a large hand pulled you in closer to a warm body, a soft murmur groggily being spoken from Connor while still in a quiet rest. His words were inaudible as he shifted you against him, his other hand coming around to hold you. You wanted to melt, to wake him with a sweet kiss, but instead you inhaled sharply, the noise causing Connor’s grip to tighten. You couldn’t be doing this. No matter how good it felt, you couldn’t be doing this. Oh, but he smelled of nature and of the sea, of longing and of comfort. No, control.

“Connor.” You hissed, nudging his thigh with your knee. 

He muttered something, his entire body turning so he could tuck his head into the crook of your neck. Despite your will to leave, you couldn’t help but react to the action, your body pushing itself ever closer to the heat of Connor. He sighed happily, the breath warm on your neck. You almost moaned, your teeth trapping your lip in between them to keep the noise from coming out.

“Connor.” You repeated, louder this time. 

He stirred once more, lips moving against your skin as he spoke lowly, the words too quiet to hear. You couldn’t suppress the shiver that skittered down your spine, your hands fisting the material on his back. 

Before you lost all semblance of control, you yelled, “Connor!” 

That seemed to do it, his head moving away from your neck as two bleary, wide eyes looked to you, the normal chocolatey gaze darkened with exhaustion.

“(Y/N)?” His voice was husky and laced with sleep, his arms going limp around you. 

Confusion followed by embarrassment flashed in his eyes, a red stain tinting his cheeks. Even with the look of mortification, he still didn’t move. You swallowed your pulse, watching the rise and fall of his chest for a moment before meeting his gaze. A flash of pink appeared as his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his hands momentarily strengthening their grip.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton,” you breathed, pulling yourself closer to him. 

The hands that were looped around his neck were tugging lightly on the edge of his hair, eliciting a small groan from him. The seconds dragged on as you inched closer to his mouth, your body stopping its movements when you were only millimeters away. You really, really shouldn’t be doing this…

All caution was thrown in the wind as you pushed up, closing the gap between you. It was nothing more than a press of lips against lips, his chapped ones against you too frozen to move. You pulled away, releasing your worry with a breath.

“I-” 

One word from him broke your restraint, your hands bringing his head back down to you. You rolled his bottom lip between your teeth, urging him to part them. He obliged hesitantly, his mouth moving cautiously against yours like he wasn’t entirely sure what to do. You took full control, leaving no inch of his mouth unexplored as you swirled your tongue around his, untangling your hands from his hair. Your newly freed limbs pushed on his shoulders, prompting him to lay back without disconnecting your lips. His low groan was lost in your mouth as you attempted to throw one leg over his hips, a hiss being soothed by his tongue at the sharp pain in your leg.

“Connor.” You pulled away, both of your hands now on his chest to restrain him. He paused immediately, waiting patiently for you to react.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Am I… doing something wrong?” 

You wanted to melt in his embrace, his unsurity the most adorable thing you’d ever heard. You didn’t think you could love him any more than you already did, but his need for assurance made you do just that.

“No, it’s,” you winced, shifting your weight back to one side, “my leg.” 

You were torn between cursing your leg and thanking it. With each breath you took, control seemed to be coming back. But it didn’t stop the desire building in your core. You needed him. If your leg hadn’t caused you so much pain, you were more than sure that you would’ve kept him in this room for at least a day. The sympathy in his gaze was shining above the lust, his arms unwrapping themselves from you.

“I am sorry.” He said. 

You sighed heavily, resting your head on his chest. His heart was beating rapidly beneath your ear, a hand coming up to tuck back some of your hair. Though he seemed unsure if his affection would be welcome, he did it as lovingly as possible.

“I can’t stop myself.” You admitted after a beat of silence, the tension overbearing. 

There was no way you’d ever love anyone as much as you loved him. So why was it so hard for you to be selfish for one damn minute? Because you wouldn’t stop, your mind supplied. It had a point. You wouldn’t stop, you’d do everything to be with him. Hell, you already are.

“Why must you?” Connor’s voice held honest curiosity. 

He didn’t understand the implications surrounding your predicament. If you were to mess up one thing, it could have apocalyptic effects. You had to be careful and he was making it way too hard.

“Because I l-” You stopped short, closing your eyes. You couldn’t tell him. You weren’t brave enough. Sighing, you continued. “I left my time behind. Everything that you’re living right now, it’s already happened for me. It’s been hundreds of years, Connor. If I mess with the past, I could change the future.” 

Silence followed, the sound of Connor’s heart speeding up almost as if he was preparing to say something. You were readying yourself with a basic overview of the details of time travel when he asked his question, the inquiry taking you entirely by surprise.

“Because you what?”

Your body tensed, eyes opening to look up into his brown orbs. He was holding his breath, waiting for you to speak. The silence was deafening, a million excuses running through your head. You could lie, could tell him something else, could do anything. But instead of all of that, instead of getting out of it, instead of making it easier, you told him the truth.

“Isn’t it obvious?” You asked wryly, a bitter smile on your lips. 

You wanted to run, the instincts you’d adopted long ago urging you to flee. You didn’t do emotions, you did action. Mustering up every bit of courage you could, you spoke again. 

“I love you.”

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A very happy birthday to the adorable, Star Wars-addicted, turtle-loving guitarist Tony Perry. Meeting you and the guys back in November was absolutely amazing. You have probably the cutest smile I’ve ever seen and you are just an all-around sweet and wonderful guy. I can’t wait until March 30th when my best friend and I get the amazing opportunity to meet you guys all again. I look forward to it :) Until then, I wish you a very happy birthday and hope that your day is just as awesome as you are <3