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also uh. not to be a buzzkill but the running joke that fidget spinners are a reddit neckbeard dudebro thing seems like a pretty obvious extension of the “bronies/MRAs are autistic” jokes that people on here loved a couple years ago. like, make fun of dudes with shitty politics for any of the myriad of things you can easily make fun of them for other than “they’re fat and have aspergers lol”. it’s shitty and overdone and it’s not like there isn’t a million other things you can raz those guys about

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Not sure what this is, but Adult Swim just posted it today. For those wondering, it is Morty in the video…DISCUSS

8 Formidable Facts About Bees

Let’s hear it for the bees! (Let’s give the bees a ha-aa-aa-aaand!)

Spring is (supposedly) on its way, so we want to send a little love and appreciation to all the bees out there, making our everyday possible. Join us in celebrating these 8 reasons to celebrate our tiny, but mighty friends.

1. Bees make our surroundings beeee-autiful. In addition to pollinating our crops, bees are responsible for pollinating all of the things that make spring sing. And they’re no novices - they’ve been producing honey from flowering trees (fruit trees, nut trees, and bee-yond) for 10-20 million years! From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

2. Bees are social insects. Honey bees live together in large, well-organized family groups and engage in a variety of complex tasks not practiced by solitary insects. Communication, complex nest construction, environmental control, defense, and division of the labor are just some of the behaviors that honey bees have developed to exist successfully in social colonies. And they are not the least bit lazy: one single bee colony can pollinate 300 million flowers each day. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

3. Bees are above words. They communicate through ‘dance’ and pheromones. By performing what’s referred to as the ‘waggle dance’, bees can share information about the direction and distance to patches of flowers yielding nectar and pollen, to water sources, or to new nest-site locations. From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do honeybees love hexagons? - Zack Patterson and Andy Peterson

4. Bees make great wingmen. Bees are very busy little matchmakers. The bees’ side of the whole “birds and the bees” business is to help plants find mates and reproduce. Today, around 170,000 plant species receive pollination services from more than 200,000 pollinator species, a good many of which are bees! In return, flowering plants are an abundant and diverse food source for pollinators. For instance, fossil records suggest that bees may have evolved from wasps that gave up hunting after they acquired a taste for nectar. From the TED-Ed Lesson How bees help plants have sex - Fernanda S. Valdovinos

5.Bees put food on our tables. Bees pollinate our crops on an industrial scale, generating over one-third of U.S. food production. Their work alone has contributed an estimated $15-20 billion of value to the U.S. agricultural business. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

6. Bees can totally pack up a car better than you. Honeybees are some of nature’s finest mathematicians. Not only can they calculate angles and comprehend the roundness of the earth, these smart insects build and live in one of the most mathematically efficient architectural designs around: the beehive. Charles Darwin himself wrote that the honeycomb is a masterpiece of engineering. It is “absolutely perfect in economizing labor and wax.” From the TED-Ed Lesson Why do honeybees love hexagons? - Zack Patterson and Andy Peterson

7. Bees are hooked on coffee, too. When bees pollinate coffee plants, they consume low doses of caffeine from the coffee flower nectar, which means that bees are **BUZZZZZING** from a caffeine high just like us, AND helping us to get our coffee fix on the daily! From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

8. Honeybees are disappearing at astonishing rates. Not to be a **buzzkill**, but here’s a not-so-fun fact. In the past decade, the U.S. honeybee population has been decreasing at an alarming and unprecedented rate. Bee mortality rates in commercial production have more than doubled in the last decade, and in 2015, 40% of bee colonies were reported lost in just a single year. There are a variety of factors causing Colony Collapse Disorder, and scientists everywhere are working to prevent further loss of bees. Keep reading to see how you can help. From the TED-Ed Lesson The case of the vanishing honeybees - Emma Bryce

Love bees as much as we do? Well, let’s give the bees a hand, for real! Plant some bee-friendly flowers this spring and remember, when bees have access to good nutrition, we have access to good nutrition through their pollination services

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Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

***
Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

***
Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

***
There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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epikegster 2k14 “Oh” au
  • in an au where parse never showed up to epikegster, i like to think jack had his “oh” moment in the hazy dark of that cold, loud winter night
  • (like, what could be more different than graduation? in the warm, bright day, scared but certain of his immediate future, speaking to his father in soft french while bells and birds sing overhead?)
  • it’s a different kind of “oh” – it’s not one last shot before everything changes, it’s one more layer of confusion and uncertainty as he enters his final semester at samwell
  • but it’s also…comforting.

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for you pt. 7 [m]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy!Taehyung, angst

Word Count: 5.3k

Originally posted by vminv

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Six Months Later

You walked down the hallway of the academic building slowly, the weight of the paper in your bag causing you to drag your feet. Each footstep bringing more and more uncertainty about the next chapter of your life. You noticed that the door to your professor’s office was locked, and a small sigh of relief escaped your lips.

You didn’t want to have to explain to him how all your interviews had turned to dead ends. You didn’t want to have to explain how you were still going to be stuck in this town. Stuck in the memories of the past year when all you wanted to do was move forward. There was nothing that you wanted more than leaving. If he could leave, so could you. But instead you had gotten hired at the coffee shop in which you first met him. Left to repeat the same memories over and over again.

And as you left the building for the last time, you didn’t feel any different. The emptiness that had filled your chest the day he left was still there. You held your phone up to your ear, the familiar number having been dialed like clockwork. “We are sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.” seared through your ears after the first dial tone.

You kicked at a rock while waiting to cross the street. There was no reason for you to continue to call that number. But there was still a large part of you that hoped he would come back. That when you called his voice would saying hello on the other end. But no one had heard from him. Not you. Not the boys. It was like he had erased himself from your universe.

Taehyung crept into your mind during your most vulnerable moments. Like when the sun hit your skin in the middle of the afternoon, reminding you of the hours you would spend sitting next to him in the front seat of his car. Driving the two of you around while blasting old music and singing along so out of tune that everyone else would stare at you from their cars.

You missed him when you couldn’t get a jar open, not because he was strong enough to open them. But because you would hunch over in fits of laughter as you watched him turn red in the face while trying to open it. He wasn’t much of a muscle pig, but you thought his effort was the cutest.

He was in the worn out t-shirt hidden in the back of your closet. A piece of clothing you didn’t know you had until your nose caught the smell of his cologne the first time Mina came over to your apartment to do your laundry since you hadn’t left your bed in weeks. You had her put it down, worried that if she held it for too long you would forget what he smelled like when he held you.

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Okay but you know what doesn’t sit well with me? The fact that Gansey doesn’t actually receive a lot of validation from his friends?? They all think about how amazing he is, how admirable, how unique, etc (I’m looking at Ronan and Adam POV’s, cause whoo boy), but how often do they actually tell him this?? 

I mean, Gansey didn’t actually understand how much his friends loved him until they followed him into the cave/tunnel in trk!! And he didn’t even think they would come in the first place!! I’ll admit, maybe it’s because it’s been a couple of months since I read the books and fanon is influencing my interpretation, but while someone will think something nice about Gansey, all they’ll say out loud is, “Your shoes are hideous” or “You’re such a buzzkill” or “Why do you talk like that?” Like, he doesn’t actually receive a lot of nice comments from Ronan or Adam??

please just compliment my boy Gansey and tell him that you love him

I don’t know how to articulate this properly, but i’m going to try anyways. It’s amazing that we are all so excited for Pride month. It’s very uplifting and strengthening to see our community come together and support one another!
One way to celebrate that can absolutely be through our mutual love for fiction and fictional characters, but… When we do that, maybe we should be careful to not use Pride as a tool for content? It’s important to remember, appreciate and honour the history of this month and people who came before us and fought for our rights.
This doesn’t mean don’t celebrate Pride in fannish ways, just be careful and conscious when you do that, and actually learn about the history behind this month. I’m excited to see content, it makes me feel included in this fictional world i love, but i don’t want it if it’s at the cost of shifting Prides focus from reality to fiction. ​Pride month is and should always be for real queer people, not for OTPs, ships and pairings.

Step-By Step Guide to Giving a Yoni Massage

◇◇Yoni Massage works on the levels of healing, pleasure and spirit – while an erotic massage is only dedicated to the pleasure level.

●Step 1: Preparation & Ingredients

Having enough time is crucial. Set aside at least 3 hours to make sure you have enough preparation time and relaxation time afterwards. Get some organic coconut oil for the oil massage and a towel; a plastic cover sheet is optional for under her hips. The plastic sheet will actually make her feel even safer, so she’ll be able to fully relax (crucial for squirting).

●Step 2: Setting the Mood & Breathing

It’s all about worshipping her temple. So make sure you are worshipping her temple in a temple. Set the mood: Turn on some candles, soft music, some aroma oil, velvet soft pillows. Anything to make her feel like a goddess.

Breathing is one of the most important parts of a Yoni Massage; deep abdominal breathing, not hyperventilating, is crucial to letting the energies flow and maximizing the effect. The receiver and the giver should both breathe deeply during the whole process. The giver will gently remind the receiver in case they go back to shallow breathing.

●Step 3: Full Body Oil Massage

Heat the coconut oil in a water bath and massage her full body before you approach her Yoni. Don’t touch her Yoni until you are 100% sure she is fully relaxed (~45 min – 1 hr). Have the receiver lie on her belly and start with massaging her back. Use your intuition, you will know exactly what she needs. Stay in communication with her to find out if she prefers the massage stronger or lighter. Massage her feet, legs, bottom. Rub her sacrum to activate her sexual energies.

Let her turn and continue with her feet, legs, arms, neck, head, face before you start with her breasts. Dedicate a decent amount of time to the breasts, as a breast massage will already awaken some more sexual energy, including beneficial hormones to make the receiver even more relaxed. Then work your way down to the abdomen and make sure you gently do some circles, ensuring that your receiver is not tensing up.

●Step 4: Approaching and Entering the Yoni

Approach the Yoni. Ask the receiver if you are allowed to touch her Yoni. Acknowledge the Yoni by capping her with your hand and just let it be there for a moment to feel into her.


Pour enough coconut oil over her mound, so it naturally flows down towards her entrance.


Spend enough time on the outer parts of the lips, mound and inner tights. Awaken the outer area of the Yoni before approaching the inner parts. Don’t rush. This is really important.
You can stretch her outer lips and rub them between your fingers. Gently squeeze the outer lips between the thumb and index finger.
Slide along each outer lip and then along each inner lip (in case your receiver has them developed).
Check in with your receiver. How much does she feel? What does she feel? How much pressure feels good? How fast? etc. (don’t talk too much either, it can mentalize the process and create a buzzkill).
Every now and then you can slide your hands up her breasts and connect her Yoni with her heart.

Once you see that her outer lips and clitoris are swollen you will know that she is ready.
Ask if you are allowed to enter.
Slowly and with presence insert your middle finger of your right hand into her Yoni. If the Yoni is truly ready she will naturally draw you into her temple.
Very gently explore her inner parts. Feel her. Take all the time you need. Be super present.
Press down, press towards the sides and up.

●Step 5: Yoni Mapping

Start with a reflexology massage just a few centimeters inside the entrance wall of her Yoni.
Press your index and middle finger up against the 12 o’clock position, just below the pubic bone (stay on each point a little bit and let her breathe into this area).
Feel to find out whether she is holding anything physically or emotionally stored in each clock space.
Then move to the 1 o’clock position, press, hold and breathe in. Feel.
Do this with the entire clock rotation until you return to 12 o’clock again.
On the 6 o’clock position it’s easiest to use your thumb, pressing down towards her anus.
Move your fingers around her vaginal walls (with your index and middle finger), in circles, circling deeper and deeper inside.
massage-entering

You want to gently touch every part of her vaginal walls. Check for tension, numb areas and knots. Stay there if she doesn’t feel anything, until she does feel something. Massage all knots out. Breathe through it, all the time, especially important in case she feels pain.

●Step 6: Going Deep

Go to her G-spot (the G-spot is right inside the upper front wall).
Use your middle and ring finger.
You can press on the G-spot zone gently. Can you feel a spongy area? If you see that she is having pleasure, continue to press on it a bit harder, yes, even harder.
g-spot

Then start stimulating the area with a come-hither motion till she gets the feeling that she has to pee.
Start moving your whole arm up and down, creating a vacuum around her G-spot (with the movement coming from the shoulders); it’s a bouncing sensation, the vagina might even smack a little. Then you’ll know you’re doing it correctly.
yoni massage technique

When she gets the peeing feeling she has to ‘bear-down’ and almost ‘push out a little’.
Her body will manifest sexual energy through the squirting orgasm. Don’t worry, it’s not pee. And if it is you have all those towels – remind her that she is safe to do it.
After exploring the G-Spot, go deeper and continue to explore. There is so much to discover!

●Step 7: Pushing Boundaries

Yoni massage is a therapy which can sometimes push our boundaries because it can release oceans of tears, anger and other emotions connected with our pain – both physical and mental – but it can also release great laughter, joy and deep pleasure which can in turn produce a heightened state of awareness.

A Yoni massage can enable the receiver to become aware of her creative feminine energy.

This energy is very powerful and sometimes we, the receivers, are not ready for it. So we can feel confronted by all sorts of obstacles. But with a certain determination and willingness to be healed, we can push those boundaries and have beautiful breakthroughs. These experiences are not just ecstasy-like states, they are highly spiritual.

●Step 8: Stillness

Once you arrive in a state where both of you feel that the massage is over, slowly fade out of the practice. You can meditate together, or she can stay lying in stillness while the giver meditates or contemplates the experience.

Buzzkill (Sneak Peek)

In honour of Chlonath week, I wanted to post a snippet from one of my WIPs from my Buzzkill fic. 

It’s Le Paon and Queen Bee up to their old antics…beating each other up. >o< Enjoy!!

(ao3 link for the Buzzkill fanfic so far)

Queen Bee landed yet another blow, another punch to his chest.

Frustrated, he reached forward, grabbing her by her shoulders and thwarting her next attack, forcing her against the brick wall. He tasted the shock in the air as he pushed forward.

“Enough!” he growled, trying to shake off the sudden influx of panic emanating from her being. Her hands instinctively wrapped around his wrists, her nails biting into his skin. “This ends tonight!”

She stared at him, her cold, blue eyes blown open wide, before suddenly glaring at him. Both of them gasped for breath, clearly drained and exhausted. Before she could strike again, Le Paon released a hand from her shoulder and grabbed at her ponytail, yanking her head backwards. He stepped forward bracketing her against the wall, holding her captive.

Both their chests heaved. They panted, competing for what little air between them.

With his other hand he reached up towards the golden comb in her hair.

“Let’s see who’s behind the stripes, shall we?”

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me either way,” she smiled, baring her teeth at him. She let go of his wrists to push against his chest. “Stripes or no stripes, I’ll still kick your ass.”

She shoved him again pushing him back slightly. He growled.

Her hands reminded on his chest, smoothly rising up his lapels in an oddly gentle manner. It did nothing to calm his beating heart. He glared at her, while her own gaze seemed locked on his neck, looking at his cravat—his Miraculous.

A charge lifted into the air, he could feel the wind blow against his skin. Something electric sparked. She looked up at him in challenge, a playful smirk on her face. Her hand reached towards his pin.

He froze, feeling her fist a hand into the lapel of his jacket, her hand poised at his neck, his own tangled in her hair.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, tightening his hold, she lifted her chin up both in reaction to his pulling and in a haughty show of defiance.

Her answering smile told him exactly what she was thinking.

“If you touch it, I’ll take yours,” he threatened.

She hummed in reply, her hand smoothing his lapel curiously.

He scoffed at her, shaking his head, “You wouldn’t.”

She glanced back up at him, “Oh, you don’t know what I’ll do bird boy.”

He stepped forward, pushing her back against the wall. The hand not knotted in her hair pushed up flat against the wall next to her face. She gasped.

Leaning closer, he smiled down at her. “Oh, I think I know you better than you think, Honey.”

anonymous asked:

A VERY angry looking Harley Quinn is chasing Joker down a busy sidewalk with that huge mallet of hers. Instead of trying to interfere in any way, everyone is just chanting, "Harley, Harley, Harley!" #OnlyInGotham #BatKidsAreChantingToo #ButBatmanSavedHim?! #BUZZKILL.

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Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 738

Warnings: drinking, fluffy fluff.

A/N: This was literally the most random and most tedious thing to write. I started with it going one direction and surprise it ended up here. Hope it doesn’t suck.


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“So you holdin’ up your end of the bargain?” Jensen leaned against the molding around your bedroom doorway. 

“What? No. Jay, I can’t.” Plucking a piece of dirty laundry off the floor, you dropped it into the half full basket on your hip. 

“Buzzkill.” He walked over to you and wrestled the basket from your grip, placing it on the end of your bed. 

Before you could reach out and pick up the basket again, Jensen stopped you, grabbing your arm and holding it against your stomach, then wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back against his chest.

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