and just all around nice

Everything Nerevar ever wanted was peace and friendship. Instead he got sex and war. Perfect summary of the chimer/ dunmer way of life.

R.i.P. and bless his soul!

“I haven’t signed anything.”

“I hate you.”

I read this fic by @byakurangesso and i am suddenly cured. all my problems have disappeared.


I just………love how @markiplier came by @therealjacksepticeye‘s panel okay. theyre so precious gosh that tweet killed me


top 50 otps of all time ☆ #45. Peyton Sawyer & Jake Jagielski 

“Yes, losing your heart’s desire is tragic, but gaining your heart’s desire? That’s all you can hope for. This year I wished for love … to immerse myself in someone else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel. My wish was granted and if having that is tragic, then give me tragedy because I wouldn’t give it back for the world.”


It’s just not fair how good he looks in that suit   (╥_╥)

cr:  @vanillajinki

anonymous asked:

How do you like keeping arboreals as opposed to ground living snakes? Is it a lot harder?

I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily harder; it just has its own set of challenges. Arboreal snakes tend to have different issues come up regarding husbandry and enrichment–for example, when I rescued my Amazon tree boa, the guy who abandoned her said she would never perch and that’s why he didn’t want her (along with the horrible mite infestation she came with).

It turned out she just didn’t like the perches he was providing her and once I gave her something that allowed her more points of contact, she started perching during the day a lot more. Animals seldom do things for no reason and part of being a good keeper is trying to troubleshoot these problems from the animal’s perspective.

Arboreal snakes also tend to behave a little differently in regards to handling. In my experience they tend to be more alert and high strung (this doesn’t necessarily mean aggressive, it might just mean you need to pay more attention to where your fingers are moving around when you handle them to avoid startling them). Treating mites on arboreals can be a bigger ordeal since I’ve found that they’re more susceptible to getting stressed by the bathing process.

I practice what I call “husbandry handling” with my ATB because she’s a slightly nervous animal who prefers not to be handled often–however, I need to be able to do it with as little fuss and stress as possible in case she ever got sick or injured and needed hands-on medical treatment. This basically means I take her out on a regular basis and practice touching gently all over her body in the ways I might need to in order to provide medical assistance, but try to make it as stress-free and short as possible. She prefers to be a hands-off pet, and that’s fine! She’s still pretty chill for an ATB and I’m grateful she’s tolerant of husbandry handling.

Holly, on the other hand, is very laid back and doesn’t mind being handled. I’ve met CBB chondros that were much more nervous and didn’t like handling at all, so this seems to be a matter of individual temperament. She had an infected tooth last year from hitting the tongs and I was able to get in her mouth to treat it with relatively little fuss and stress for her.

This got a lot longer than I meant it to, so I guess the TL;DR version is that keeping arboreals is definitely different, but not necessarily harder if you have the experience and resources to do it properly. I’ve only kept chondros and Amazon tree boas though as far as arboreals go so that’s about all I can speak for.


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my, my, Frisk is looking rather pale. Yeah, I’m sure that cover up wasn’t suspicious at all, kid, you totally pulled that off….especially with a “I’m-totally-fine-nothing’s-wrong” Sans smile

I like to think that there’s always a skeleton wandering Toriel’s house, it isn’t just Sans that pops in and hangs around, after all, she’s nice, and she always has pie. No, Papyrus doesn’t do short cuts, but he can be surprisingly quiet when he wants to be 

start at the beginning HERE

Friendly Reminder That This Guy

  • Built the memory gun that destroyed Bill
  • Built the Shack-tron that allowed for the break-in of the fearamid
  • Designed and Built the Underground Bunker
  • Invented a laptop
  • Invented a giant water-proof animatronic
  • Invented 2 other giant robots besides the Shack-Tron
  • Invented a voice changing serum
  • And he did those previous 3 things while mentally unstable
  • Tried to convince Ford not to go forward with the portal cause he knew it was bad news
  • Stayed by Ford’s side until his head got shoved into the portal and he could no longer do so (and he went through quite a bit prior to that including getting kidnapped by the shapeshifter and staring into the eyes of a gremlobin)
  • An alternate dimension version of him helped Ford finish the Molecular-Destabilizer which would have destroyed Bill had Ford not missed. 
  • Probably invented a ton of other amazing things we don’t know about
  • Is just an all around good, nice person. 
  • Can drive a stick-shift with his beard 

Basically Fiddleford is amazing. Not perfect (he was a little trigger-happy with the memory gun when it came to not just himself but other people) but downright amazing. 

I Get Off

Pairing: Spencer X Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Summary: Slightly smutty, one-shot based off of the lyrics to the Halestorm song I Get Off.

Word Count: 1,523

(Y/H/L) is your hair length

(Y/H/C) is your hair color


“You don’t know that I know you watch me every night, and I just can’t resist the urge to stand here in the light. Your greedy eyes upon me, and then I come undone. I could close the curtain, but this is too much fun.”

Spencer had moved to a new house closer to the BAU about a month ago. Only after a week of living there he had gone to his room to go to sleep, he saw through the window that his next door neighbor was a beautiful woman. Not meaning to, he was watching her change.

She was seriously beautiful. She had (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair. From what he could see she had a nice ass, nice looking breasts, and just all around a great body. He felt a slight twitch in his pajama pants as he absentmindedly watched, that pulled his attention from the woman next door. He could have sworn she noticed him looking, so he quickly turned off the lights, closed the curtains, and went to bed.

What was wrong with him? You don’t just stand there watching your next door neighbor change! He scolded himself until he went to sleep. Soon enough it became almost a usual occurrence that he would find the beautiful woman next door changing. Sometimes it was a little different. Sometimes he could slightly hear music coming from her bedroom and noticed her dancing seductively, stripping every now and then.

Did she know that he liked to watch her? He didn’t think so. What kind of woman would be okay with that? He needed to stop himself. One Friday he walked into his room and noticed a different scene across the way. This time she was naked and playing with herself. A groan escaped his mouth. His member started to grow hard.

He didn’t notice as his hand absentmindedly slipped into his pajama pants. He shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t help himself. He slowly ran his hand along his growing length. Though it was so wrong, it felt so right. His hand wrapped around his member and slowly ran his hand up and down his length.

As he continued to watch her playing with herself, her movements sped up. Her mouth was in a perfect ‘o’ shape. He could only assume she was moaning out in pleasure. His movements sped up to match hers. For a moment he could have sworn she looked at him with a smirk, but as soon as it could have happened she was focused into her own movements and pleasure once more. It was as if it didn’t happen.

Simultaneously, they sped up their actions until they reached their ends. Spencer couldn’t believe that just happened. He couldn’t believe he had just done that. Quickly, he closed his curtains and went to sleep.

“There’s so much left unspoken between the two of us. It’s so much more exciting to look when you can’t touch. You could say I’m different, maybe I’m a freak, but I know how to twist you to bring you to your knees.”

A few months had passed. Spencer would find his neighbor doing something in front of the window anytime he was home and in his room. No matter what he couldn’t help but touch himself when watching her. She was just so beautiful. He hoped she never actually saw him, because he knew that would be super awkward. However, he also couldn’t help but think she knew he watched; or that he would pleasure himself while watching her.

He had been a little too obviously happy at work and ended up confiding in Morgan about his neighbor. However, instead of saying the truth he said it was just in his dreams. He told Morgan that he found himself dreaming about his beautiful neighbor and then just woke up happy. Morgan, of course, joked about how he should probably meet the woman he’s having wet dreams about. Morgan also suggested Reid talk to Garcia to get some information on his neighbor. Reid was too nervous to talk to Garcia about it, so he never did.

When he got home that night, he had a burst of confidence to go over and really talk to his neighbor. He looked in the mirror and made sure he looked okay. Only then did he walk over and knocked on the door. When the door opened he saw his neighbor standing there. She was wearing short shorts, that her butt cheeks fell out of, and a sports bra. The sight of her caused his member to start to harden. He cursed under his breath and smiled at her.

“Hi, my name is Spencer. I’ve seen you around a few times and thought I would finally introduce myself. You’re incredibly beautiful.” He blushed and looked down as he couldn’t stop the last comment from coming out. When he looked back up, she was smirking. “W-What?”

“Come here.” She said, beckoning him closer with her finger. He slowly stepped closer to her. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I know you watch me every night. You won’t wanna miss it tonight.” With that she carefully pushed him away and closed the door. His mouth was open in shock. She knew he was watching?

He stumbled back into his house shocked. His mind raced. Why would she do that? The thoughts wouldn’t stop coming. Why would she tell him to watch tonight? How long had she known that he would watch her? He was tempted to just close his curtains and not take a peek. Then he remembered how she sounded and how she looked.

His length had grown hard and made it feel uncomfortable wearing pants. His member begged him to see what she had to offer tonight. She was definitely different. Spencer wouldn’t call her a freak, just different. He wasn’t used to meeting women like her. He tried to calm down his desire, but that didn’t work. Instead, he walked to his room and stripped out of his clothes to change into his pajamas.

He was distracted when grabbing pajama pants as his neighbor stepped into view of the window. He knew he should look away, but he couldn’t help himself. She strutted into view only wearing some sexy lingerie. Spencer’s breath caught in his throat. He didn’t even know this woman’s name. He went to pull his pajama pants on, but saw her shake her head. With that, he dropped them.

He grabbed the chair from his desk and sat in the view of the window as she did. Tonight was definitely different. She put a finger to her lips to say “shh” before walking away quickly. She returned with various sex toys. He had never seen her use those. He knew tonight would be great just as she promised.

What you don’t know, what you can’t see, is what I do for you I do for me. I get off on you, getting off on me, give you what you want, but nothing is for free. It’s a give and take, kind of love we make, when the line is crossed, I get off. I get off.”

Spencer spent the night getting off on how his neighbor was pleasuring herself. They would look at each other from their windows, just moaning out. Neither of them could hear the other, but Spencer imagined how she sounded and that just made him go a little more crazy.

After they were done, they both closed their curtains and went to sleep. The next morning Spencer woke up and went to work. Morgan, JJ, and Prentiss were talking to someone. Reid walked up to the group with a smile. The group opened and he was surprised to see who they were talking to.

“Oh, hello, Dr. Reid.” She said with a hint of a smirk.

“You two know each other?” Prentiss asked as Morgan gave Spencer a look.

“Oh, he’s my next door neighbor. He finally introduced himself yesterday.” She said. His pants began to feel a little tighter and he cursed himself for the nightly activities.

“What are,” he paused and cleared his throat before speaking again. “What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t hear? I’m the newest member of your team.” She said with a smile. Spencer quickly walked away to the bathroom.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He whispered to himself. Once in the bathroom, he tried to compose himself.

“So let me guess, (Y/N) is the neighbor you’ve been dreaming about.” Morgan said with a smirk.

“Yeah…why did she join the team?” Spencer asked softly.

“Same reason we did, kid. Are you gonna be okay with this?” Morgan asked, cautiously.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Spencer said then walked back out towards his desk. He was stopped by her on the way. Her body hid her movements, but her hand slid over his crotch and she leaned in to whisper in his ear again.

“As much fun as it is getting off on you getting off on me, why don’t you come over some night?” With that she walked away to Hotch’s office.

I’ve posted so much today but I just wanted to post something and say I’ve honestly never been this happy in such a long time. Like I actually had enough sleep for once and the weather has been so lovely and warm and I got to wear my cute new clothes and rings and I actually applied makeup nicely and I feel so good about myself. I bought some new makeup, paid off some of my holiday, won a 20% off skincare voucher, got myself a free hash brown from mcdonalds, joji dropped his new song and its so beautiful, and I’m going into the city again later to watch a movie with my best friend and her family. I’m honestly just so happy. I’ve had a really lovely day and idk I wanted to write it all down.

Commish for @jamie-jim-jam who requested some hurt/comfort.

Want a commish? Hit me up!

“Incoming, Hog.”

The biker snorted and glanced over his shoulder. Off in the distance, distorted by the bikes dust trail, black spots were drawing near.

“Hang on.” he grunted, and twisted the throttle. The bike roared like a demon and ate the ground, leaving the potential threats in the dust.

Or so they thought.

Junkrat yelped and nearly pitched out of the sidecar as Roadhog screetched to a halt.

“OI! Hoggy, whats the idea?!”

“Tire spikes.”

He’d barely seen the glint of wicked spikes in time. Stretching across the road and a good distance to the side, gleaming thorns of metal bristled.

And the ambush was sprung.

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Dauntless: Caffeine, Baby?

Eric x OC

Warnings: language

Wow, Eric was being more of an asshole then usual. I leaned against the wall with crossed arms as the new initiates filed past sleepily, hardly able to even hold their eyes open.

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