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In the last post I reblogged a collection I recognized as being the Field Museum’s Members Night collection.  I could only find the pics of the lanternflies case photos I took.  You can match some of them with one of the images from the last post.  They were supposed to be Insect of the Week images that never got posted.  So there ya go!

Carl Linnaeus dubbed them lanternflies because he thought that the protrusions of some of these insects produce light, which is just a myth.  But the name stuck so now they’re known as lanternflies.  The family is Fulgoridae

My Personal Pain Reliever | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This was requested by anon. I’m sorry it isn’t my usual lengthy write-up but I just decided to keep this short and sweet tbh. I hope you guys still like it though! Enjoy!

Request: Hi can I ask for a Zach x reader where Zach finds out the reader’s on her period? He gets flustered and googles what to do… thanks :)


“Babe, I can’t go to the game today, I’m so sorry. I’m having really bad period pains and the slightest movement would cause the most excruciating pain you can ever imagine.” I tell Zach over the phone. It was their big game today and it sucked that I couldn’t be there to support him.

“Wh-what?” Zach mumbles on the other line, I can imagine him scratching his head, with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The thought itself made me shake my head and smile.

“I’m on my period Zachary, you know the 3-5 days females bleed from down south?” I ask while I’m curled up into a ball on my bed.

“N-no, y-yeah, I know what a period is, no.” he stutters and I giggle at him.

“I’m really sorry baby, I promise I’ll make it up to you soon. I won’t miss another game, ever. I’m sorry.” I say, I can hear him sigh from the other line which broke my heart.

“It’s okay babe, don’t worry. As long as you get some rest, that’s what matters.” he answers but I can still hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Good luck Zachary. Do your best okay?” I reply softly.

“I will Y/N. Feel better soon baby.” he says and we both bid goodbye to each other.

After ending the call, I suddenly realize why Zach was acting so flustered while we were talking. It has only been about a month ever since we started officially dating and this is actually the first time that this has happened since. I smile at the thought of him being so confused and worried at the same time. A couple of minutes later and the pain on my stomach causes me to doze off.


Later that day

I hear a faint knock on my door which makes my eyes flutter open. However, I just couldn’t bring myself to move an inch. Luckily, I heard the door creak open before I even had to prepare myself to get up. To my surpise, a pouting Zach Dempsey comes in and places a couple of bags on my desk before walking over to my bed and leaning above me.

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 14)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14.

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la douleur exquise (10) finale

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9


“Why are you staring at me?” I ask Jay while typing away on my laptop. She had been staring at me since I walked into the office this morning, eyes scanning me up and down as if she was looking for something.

“You haven’t said a word about what happened with Mr Oh yesterday, and your face is so neutral, I can’t tell if it’s good or bad,” she blankly states, her face resting on her hand.

“Oh, so that’s what it was,” I mutter, peering over at her before looking back at my screen. It was obvious that she was dying to know what happened, and I could only begin to imagine what was going through that mind of hers. I was trying hard to keep my face blank so I wouldn’t let her get any ideas. I’ve been told I was obvious in the past, so I was trying to keep myself in check for as long as I could.

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▶ 2. adoration [ m ]

Originally posted by jungkooksarms

▶   Genre: Smut. (Werewolf!BTS)
▶   Description: It’s possibly the worst time to forget to lock the doors; Namjoon’s in heat.
▶   Word count: 7,099. 
▶   Author’s note: WHAT HAVE I JUST WRITTEN.

Jin taps his foot impatiently, his eyes simultaneously jumping from the clock and then back down to his younger, Jungkook.

“Hyung,” Jungkook mumbles, reaching for Jin’s arm before pulling away in fear he might jump if he were to touch him. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Jin responds with a deadly glare over in Jungkook’s direction, his fists balled up, just about ready to strike.

“She’s probably just working a little late or something,” Yoongi adds, really paying no attention to the elder besides him.

“I’ve never seen you get like this, hyung.” Taehyung chuckles, flipping over onto his back to relieve some of the discomfort brought on by laying on his front.

Jin scans the room again, noticing that the other two boys, Hoseok and Jimin, were indeed there but, to his surprise, Namjoon was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Namjoon?” Jin asks dangerously, anxiously popping up from his seat next to Jungkook and running over to the bathroom door. His hand almost magnetizes towards the handle, forcibly opening the door and scanning the dark and empty inside.

“He’s not here, hyung.” Hoseok grumbles with an intonation of annoyance in his voice, plopping down right onto Taehyung’s outstretched legs, a bowl of ice cream in hand. “Do you really not remember?”

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A/N: What color are Neville’s eyes? I couldn’t find his eye color anywhere, so I made them gray which is the color that I always imagine his eyes are c:

“Alright class, I’ll see you tomorrow,” My students, eager to get to dinner, already started packing up to leave and I had to raise my voice above the hubbub, “Remember to complete the essay before the end of this week!”

I chuckled and shook my head fondly before returning to my desk. With a swoosh of my wand, I cleaned the room and stepped outside. I closed the door and locked it when a pair of hands covered my eyes.

The familiar scent of nature filled the air and I smiled, immediately knowing who was behind me.

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My hero- A Jasper Hale Imagine

A/N: I hope you don’t mind but instead of a oneshot I turned it into an imagine with (Y/N) instead of Bella’s name. I took five requests in hopes for a longer more detailed imagine. Thank you all so much for your patience, I know you are all going to really like this. 

Originally posted by cute-guysxx

Request #1: Jasper x Bella oneshot, Bella meets Jasper as a kid post in the park and he helps her get home over the years he appears in her life comforting her and being nice , she thinks he’s an imaginary friend . She moves to forks Washington and sees him in school and she thinks she’s going crazy . But when she’s almost hit by Tyler’s truck he saves her and she realizes he’s real and it’s basically the first chapter of twilight rewritten with Jasper. Please

Request #2: Ok so I’m 15 and I still sometimes get really paranoid abt things being under my bed or something (ok it’s super embarrassing) but could u do an imagine abt like jasper coming to put his human mate to sleep and finding her really scared Bc she thinks there is a monster under her bed and then he checks and comforts her and tells her stories of his past life until she falls asleep? Thanks. Love ur blog g😍

Request #3: I’m so happy you’re still active. Do you still take requests? If so, could you write one where jasper saves the reader from a group of men? Kind of like when Bella was about to be attached in the second book. Maybe some angst, then some jasper fluff?

Request #4:Could you write a Jasper x reader imagine where it’s like super fluffy and sweet? I can’t seem to find a huge amount of love for my precious baby in the fandom and I need some! Please and thank you 😊

Request #5:Could you write something with jasper where he’s you’re mate, and you’re human, and he’s super protective over you, especially with men. 

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Don’t Look Outside

I was an only child and my mom was on her own, so sometimes it was hard to get by. At first, when we got settled into our new home, I adored my bedroom. I thought it would be my favourite room in the house, but that changed very quickly.

In my room, there was a somewhat large window directly across from where my bed was. I could see clearly into the backyard and I didn’t really mind. The first time something happened it was probably around 8 PM, about a month after we got to the house. I figured it was just our neighbours kids trying to mess with me, which made me disregard the whole situation. It kept happening though. It sounded like rocks were being thrown at my window. A couple nights went by before I heard anything else happening outside. I was sketching at my computer desk, and the sounds were getting louder. My desk was a couple steps away from my window, so I could hear everything. It sounded like someone was roaming the backyard; I could hear footsteps and giggling. I was scared, I thought someone might be back there trying to get into our home. I ran into my mom’s room and told her exactly what I heard.

“I swear that’s what I heard!”

“Kass, I’m sure it was nothing, It was probably coming from the neighbours or someone walking past the house.”

“Why can’t you just believe me?”

“Listen, I’m exhausted and stressed… I don’t need this right now.”

“Whatever Mom,” I walked back to my room.

I sat on my bed and just stared out the window, wondering what was out there, if it was still there. I was almost too afraid to sleep. I laid down and kept staring out the window. My vision was getting blurry but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the backyard in case I saw something that would explain what I was hearing. I eventually fell asleep, and woke up early, still facing the window. My morning was off, I was still thinking about last night. What if someone was trying to get in? What if they were planning on hurting me and my mom? There had to have been a reason that they were out there.

I was home alone for most of the day. I spent my time watching movies and reading. I was happy when my mom eventually got home from work though, because my thoughts were making me tense.

It was 8 PM. Again, I was sitting at my desk. Before I knew it I heard footsteps and laughing; the laugh I was hearing wasn’t normal, it sounded evil. I stopped what I was doing and froze in my chair. I listened. The laughing got louder. I didn’t understand how my mom couldn’t hear it because of how loud it was, and I didn’t want to bug her again because I knew she wouldn’t believe me. After a minute of listening intently, I got the courage to get up and look out the window. What I saw was nothing I had ever seen before. It wasn’t human, and it was staring right at me. I was too terrified to look away so I just kept watching it. It had this grim smile on its face, and long lanky arms; It was tall and very disproportionate. I could see the evil in it. It wouldn’t move, all it was doing was standing there smiling, looking right into me. My body felt engulfed by its dark, horrendous eyes. It began to walk slowly towards the window. The laughing, and the permanent smile stretched across its face was making my stomach churn. I didn’t know what to do, I still couldn’t move. He began walking slightly faster. I was paralyzed. Then a little faster. I was panicking. And then even faster. Before I knew it, it was right outside my window and it’s laugh echoed through my body. I finally got control of myself and moved out of sight. I was having trouble breathing. I had no idea what I just saw but I know it saw me. After I caught my breath, I heard tapping. It was coming from the window. I put my hands over my mouth and sat at my desk; I didn’t want to make a sound and I didn’t want it to see me again. It began to call my name. The way it said my name though, was inhuman. It was demonic. I couldn’t bring myself to move. I was stuck here until it went away.

“Kassandra! What are you doing?”

I jolted awake.

“Wha… What?”

“You fell asleep at your desk? That’s unhealthy.”

“Oh, um, yeah I guess.”

Tsk tsk, you worry me sometimes.”

Mom left my room and I instantly remembered what happened the night before. I got shivers and looked over at the window. I got a bed sheet and hung it up so I didn’t have to see into the yard.

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A Million Reasons-Auston Matthews

Guys, I feel so bad I haven’t been posting much of my own content, and I’m hoping to get back on track here soon. I know it’s no excuse but work has been super shitty lately and I’ve been working 10-11 hour days.  

So, as an apology, here’s an Auston song fic I had written before starting this page.


Requested: Yes | No

Word Count: 2624

Warnings: angsty, somewhat unrequited love, maybe language, Auston whoring around

Song: A Million Reasons-Lady Gaga

You’re giving me a million reasons to let you go

You’re giving me a million reasons to quit the show

This wasn’t the first time it had happened.  But it is the first time that I had caught him doing it.  

For as long as I can remember, so since I moved to Scottsdale, Auston Matthews had been my best friend.  Always sticking by my side, even when he couldn’t be there physically.  We were always talking, emailing, skyping, texting, writing letters, snapchatting.  You name it, we’ve done it.

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Sober - Part Six (UPDATED)

Angst/Slight bit of Fluff/ but mostly angst

Characters: Kwon Jiyong a.k.a G-Dragon (BigBang), Song Mino (WINNER) 

Part One Part Five Part Seven

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Mia!” Mino shouts my name in such a high note that I think that the glass of water in his hands will burst into shards.

I smile at him as he stumbles to get up from the armchair and run towards me. There’s an expression of fear and relief in his face, accompanied by his puffy cheeks which seem to be streaked with tears. I try to sit upright but he puts a hand on my chest and gently pushes me back down. He puts his hand behind my head and places it on the plastic covered pillow.

“What- how - why am I here?” I stammer through my words and looks at the small hospital room.

“Shhh,” Mino comfortingly pushing my bangs away from my face and plants a single kiss on my cheek. “You got into a little accident and got a concussion.”

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Creepypasta #1220: Office Prank

Length: Short

Today was the infamous April Fool’s Day, and I decided to pull a little gag on the interns. Nothing too extreme or obnoxious, just some dumb office humor.

It definitely wasn’t original either– just a simple mind game, like you’d pull in middle school. I’d stare at them with a judgemental expression, and tell them I ‘knew what they did’. This typically earned​ some confused looks or the occasional nervous shift– most likely the product of a simple work-related error they were hoping no one would notice.

The ruse ended with my pursed lips parting in a mischievous​ grin, followed by me bursting out laughing, pointing out the hilarious look on their face. They’d typically return the favor with a look of relief, or annoyance, before following suit in the laughter.

When I pulled this trick on Richard, however, the result was a bit unexpected. He stared blankly at me, head tilted slightly, sending a chill down my spine.

“What do you think?” He asked flatly.

This caught me off guard and confused me. I broke the act first, smiling nervously. His appearance immediately changed as he chuckled, amused, before turning back to his desk.

I grinned the whole way back to my desk, realizing that I’d just been played. Oh well.

As evening rolled around and it was time to head home, I entered the parking garage, heading towards my grey sedan. I unlocked it and entered the driver’s side, only for rain to start drizzling outside.

Annoyed, I ran inside to grab the spare umbrella from my desk, before darting back towards the car and buckling in. Just as I leaned over and started the engine, the prick of serrated metal pressed against the crook of my neck. I froze.

A calm voice whispered a string of directions into my ear, and I slowly pulled out of the lot, too terrified to make a sound.

After what felt like hours of driving, the car was in the clearing of dense woodland.

“Get out.”

My body trembled as I awkwardly unbuckled my seatbelt and stumbled out of the car. My first immediate thought was to make a mad dash out of there, into the bushes if need be, but I knew it would be futile. I turned around to face Richard, who stared at me contemplatively. He spun me around and pointed the knife towards the arch of my back, guiding me to a section of the clearing to the right.

He nodded towards the bushes​ and I peeked over, morbidly curious​. I wish I hadn’t.

The first thing my brain processed was the smell– the God awful stench of copper and decay. Next was the sight.

Entangled in thorns and vines was the corpse of a toddler, clothing tattered; cuts marring the abdomen and left cheek, and knees scraped raw. Dried blood left rivulets running from the bashed temple.

Richard’s voice sounded far away when he finally spoke.

“You never answered my question.

What do you think?”

Credits to: YKGem (story)

“That Can Only Mean One Thing” - Kurt/Blaine

please disregard the clunky title I literally listened to nothing but Hotline Bling on repeat the entire time I was writing this

Inspired by – don’t click if you’d rather be surprised! – this post, have young twentysomethings Kurt and Blaine working together in the offices, with a side order of Rachel Berry and Adam Crawford and a dash of “social media mishap” for dessert

4300 words | AO3

“Kurt, where are you? You know I have an extremely limited amount of time between my diction class and my next rehearsal.”

“Rachel, I would be able to meet up with you a lot faster if you didn’t call me every two minutes! I texted you that I was still finishing up. You could’ve just texted me back. Or relaxed and waited like a normal person,” Kurt hisses into his phone, hurrying down the hallway of the offices with a stack of thin files in one arm. Stress has been high ever since he clocked in this morning, the lifestyle and entertainment department working to finish up preparations for the party happening the following night.

“You would’ve ignored me if I texted! I would have gone ahead to the restaurant if I’d known you would be late–”

“You still could,” Kurt mutters. “The funny thing about having a job is that sometimes, important things come up that are out of your control. You wouldn’t know anything about that, but you could at least be sympathetic.”

Rachel’s voice is getting louder, but also echoing in a strange way that makes Kurt pull the phone away from his ear. “Kurt, I don’t think I’m being unreasonable here–”

“You? Unreasonable? Never.”

“–but, honestly,” she continues, suddenly turning down the hallway towards him and ending the call to confront him in person, “I thought having a job like this would make you more prompt.”

“Scratch that,” Kurt sighs, closing his eyes so that he can’t see Rachel tapping the toe of her knee-high black boots impatiently. “Who let you in?”

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