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microsuedemouse  asked:

I'd love to know/see something about Jacob takes in a stray? bc I'm a sucker for anything about Jacob's relationships to the Burners/basically anyone tbh

rollerskatinglizard said to livelivefastfree: Art for Jacob takes in a stray!  

heee! :D  I would do more than one since more than one person asked for this fic, but this ficbit is literally only one scene long, haha.  Not much to illustrate.

The kid backs up a step from the advance like a frightened mutt, glancing around like he thinks Abraham is going to jump out of an alley for him.  Jacob would bet he doesn’t even notice the way he sticks to the pool of sunlight from the distant dome above—like he’s scared the dark will burn him if he touches it. “Are we safe here?”  he asks instead of answering.  “Is it—okay I’m here?”

That guarded caution is Deluxe all over.  No charity, up there.  Nothing for free.

“…’Course it is, kid,” says Jacob.  “Come on in.”

Take a Ride with Me, Baby

Take a Ride with Me, Baby by evansrogerskitten

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Dean has rebuilt a  cherry red 1954 pickup. He convinces his girl to take a ride with him one summer evening. 

Warnings: Smut, of course. Language. Fluff. Dean being way too adorable and sexy. WC: 1610 On AO3 Photo credit: Clif Kosterman ig

Happy Galentines Day! ♥

The loud, repetitive honking made me laugh, as I looked through the living room window. I was surprised to see a classic red truck parked out front, Dean hanging out of the door.

“C'mon, baby. Get in the truck.” Dean hollered at me through the open window. The light of a summer sunset was fading  behind the houses across the street.

I walked down the driveway to the 1954 pickup, it’s cherry red paint shiny from the recent wax Dean had applied.

“Sweetheart, I only have her tonight. Take a ride with me.” Dean pleaded, his hand beckoning me.

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anonymous asked:

You should go read up on the number of possible chromosomal pairs for humans and then get back to me on how there are only two sexes

I don’t care about chromosomes or gametes or whatever. I’m not a doctor or a biologist or a geneticist. 

There is one group of people (males) with distinctly different external features from the other group of people (females) and having those external features is what separates those two groups in terms of privilege and socialization. Intersex people exist, but they’re the exception, not the rule, and generally appear to be one sex or the other at birth and through most of life, as many intersex conditions aren’t diagnosed until later in life. There’s this idea

Men in Somalia don’t ask what chromosomes a girl has before mutilating her genitals. College boys don’t take a DNA sample to check a girl’s chromosomes before slipping roofies in their drinks. Parents don’t check their kids chromosomes before deciding to buy them baby dolls or trucks. Chromosomes were discovered in the 1880s, but sex-based oppression, which is what I care about, not chromosomal pairings, has been around for thousands of years.

what i love more than anything about Roy Mustang is his entire ~persona~ centers around him as a cool smirking angsty powerful war hero but in reality he is a huge nerd all his dates are his mom’s informants. he can’t drive for shit. his favorite game is chess he loves puppies and making prank phone calls he’s such a momma’s boy roy mustang is tHE BIGGEST DORK IN THE WORLD AND THAT’S WHY I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH