down with the fed

So, I did some height comparison stuff with the reapers and this is what I came up with

Abracadabra! You're pulling the rabbit out of where?!?!

Not really a fuck anybody but a positive story that I really wanted to share with you all. It’s a bit long but worth it. TLDR at the end.

I have 2 rabbits. I was told they were both female. They are not. Now I have 11 baby rabbits. One of the babies is quite a bit smaller than the others and he had squirmed out of the nest so he was really cold and stiff when I checked on him this morning. I was running late for work so I grabbed him and tucked him inside my bra to try and warm him up and then I forgot about him.

I got to work and was talking to my manager when all of a sudden the rabbit woke up. He stopped mid sentence and said “Did your boobs just squeak?” And he just looked so alarmed it was hilarious. So I explained why I had a squeaky baby rabbit stuffed down my shirt and then he called all of my coworkers over to come see the baby and we all had a good laugh.

He said that I could keep the baby with me while I was on register so I bought some kitten formula and a dropper and fed it whenever it got noisy. Animals are allowed in the store so nobody minded.

All day long customers would see my shirt randomly squirm and I’d show them the baby and they’d laugh. One guy saw me pat my boobs and say “Calm down I just fed you, you’re fine.” And he just looked so confused. 😂😂My manager said that if it survives it can be our unofficial store mascot and come to work with me everyday. It was pretty much my best shift ever.

TLDR: I freaked a bunch of people out with my boob rabbit. 🐰🐰

Abracadabra! You're pulling a rabbit out of where?!?

A positive story that I really wanted to share with you all. It’s a bit long but worth it. TLDR at the end.

I have 2 rabbits. I was told they were both female. They are not. Now I have 11 baby rabbits. One of the babies is quite a bit smaller than the others and he had squirmed out of the nest so he was really cold and stiff when I checked on him this morning. I was running late for work so without thinking I grabbed him and tucked him inside my bra to try and warm him up and promptly forgot all about him.

I got to work and was talking to my manager when all of a sudden the rabbit woke up. He was hungry and made his displeasure known. My manager stopped mid sentence and said “Did your boobs just squeak?” And he just looked so alarmed it was hilarious. So I explained why I had a squeaky baby rabbit stuffed down my shirt and then he called all of my coworkers over to come see the baby and we all had a good laugh.

He said that I could keep the baby with me while I was on register so I bought some kitten formula and a dropper and fed it whenever it got noisy. (All friendly animals are allowed in the store so nobody minded. )

All day long customers would see my shirt randomly squirm and I’d show them the baby and they’d laugh. One guy saw me pat my boobs and say “Calm down I just fed you, you’re fine.” And he just looked so confused. 😂😂My manager said that if it survives it can be our unofficial store mascot and come to work with me everyday. It was pretty much my best shift ever.

TLDR: I freaked a bunch of people out with my boob rabbit. 🐰🐰

4

This blink and you’ll miss it shot kills me.

Sam, who has just been held down by these guys and force fed demon blood against his will proceeds to beat them up and makes them leave the bar. Sam, who has a history throughout the show of being forced into doing shit he doesn’t want to do, and having his choices taken away from him, is rightfully furious about what has happened. We see this anger in the first GIF. But then, that anger slowly trickles away and he turns back to meet the gaze of the girl he met, and what is that anger replaced with? SHAME. Sam Winchester, the boy who doesn’t have a bad bone in his body, feels shame for an act that another group of humans forced him into. They antagonised him. They attacked him. They held him down. They fed him that blood. But Sam is the one who can’t look her in the eye. Sam is the one who probably has unimaginably negative thoughts of himself going through his head, because we all know how little self-worth he has, coupled with an equally low opinion of himself to match. He thinks that all of this was his fault, and that hurts. It’s all there in his expression, so kudos to Jared for this scene, it’s beautiful.

hey yall

lucretias one job was to write. she was there to record their journey. she wrote down everything. with two hands in two note books. she wrote SO MUCH. she spent so much time detailing specific plant life and every detail she could get down in those journals
and then
then she fed all of her hard work to the voidfish
gone
erased
she wrote for a century and then essentially dropped it into a paper shreader and burned the scraps

I have this headcanon that Lance used to be mute, like he witnessed something traumatizing as a child that made him stop talking. And then years down the road he gets fed up with the bullies at school and starts trying to speak again and it takes forever but he’s finally able to speak again (his first word was Hunk) and he keeps practicing until he can speak without it hurting. And then one day during team training or while they’re getting a mission Lance is just being Lance and making jokes and whatever but Keith is a little grump and makes the side comment “don’t you have a mute-button or something” not thinking anything of it but it hits Lance hard and he just stops talking. He usually doesn’t let comments like that upset him because he knows what he went through and is just glad that he can talk but it hurts coming from Keith so he just stops talking all over again. And Keith doesn’t know why because he didn’t mean to hurt Lance - he would never mean to hurt Lance - and he doesn’t know how to fix it. And Hunk is pissed af which is hella scary

and I have no idea how I want this to end but I really want to write it

UPDATE: (bc people are actually seeing this???) I wrote it!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/9192059

Uncle Gerry’s Family Fun Zone

by reddit user Red_Grin

This is a lengthy story but it is worth it:

I didn’t know Will could draw, I remember thinking as my friend’s hand quickly moved across the page. And then I looked more closely at Will’s impromptu sketch, and I immediately regretted it. I tried to unsee it. I shifted my attention to other things around me, anything at all that wasn’t ink on the page: the blur of Will’s hand, the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, the gentle autumn breeze creeping through the crack of the window.

Don’t look at the page. Just don’t look at it.

But I knew I had to. So I looked. And it was worse than I expected. Much worse.

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“Why can’t I come with you?”

That question had been resonating in Harry’s mind for the past 12 hours and, despite having very logical reasoning behind it, he was finding it increasingly hard not to break down and buy two more plane tickets. His daughter was very good at persuasion, especially when she was upset, and every cry that came from her lips lessened Harry’s resolve immensely.

But, you both had decided that this particular trip was going to be one that you and your daughter sat out of. Harry was only going to be gone for four days and the weather forecast for New York wasn’t great; it was just as easy for you to keep yourself and your daughter at home in London while Harry made the trek, instead of having to lug both yourselves and tons of extra warm clothing in case you got stuck there for a few extra days.

Every other trip that Harry had made in the four years since your daughter had been born, he had made with the two of you in tow; his schedule was flexible and sparse enough that adding two extra bodies on a week long trip to LA wasn’t a big deal. When he had gone on tour for six months, he had brought you with him; there was no way he was going away that long and leaving the two loves in his life at home. Your daughter was now used to being a little jetsetter with daddy and felt quite special whenever she got to fly in a plane and get “important” orange juice from the flight attendant in a big-girl cup. You weren’t sure exactly what her reaction would be in learning that she would be left behind with you on this trip, but you figured it wouldn’t be good.

You opted to keep the news under wraps until as close to Harry’s departure time as you could, just to avoid long, drawn out meltdowns if that were the case. The afternoon before, you and Harry sat down with her when she was in a good mood (fed, not in need of a nap and happily playing with toys) and told her that daddy was going to have to go away for a few days, but that she would have to stay home with you. Her face immediately dropped in confusion; this was unheard of, why would daddy be going away without her? You ALWAYS went with him when he travelled.

“Why can’t I come with you?” she pouted.

“Daddy’s only going for a few days and it’s going to be cold there,” he tried to explain, “You and mummy wouldn’t have any fun.”

“But I want to come!”

“I know you do, love, but I promise you’ll be so much happier staying here. You wouldn’t see daddy lots anyway; he’s got a lot of boring meetings to go to with Uncle Jeff,” Harry explained, crinkling his nose.

“If it’s boring, why don’t you stay here with me and mummy and Uncle Jeff can go by himself?” she argued.

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Portland mayor asks feds to shut down alt-right rallies in wake of recent attacks

  • Portland, Oregon, Mayor Ted Wheeler asked the federal government on Monday to revoke the permits for two upcoming free speech rallies in his city.
  • According to Willamette Week, both events were planned by alt-right groups.
  • Wheeler announced that he made the requests on his Facebook page and on his Twitter account. In the post, Wheeler noted that the Portland community “remains in shock and mourning” after the horrifying deaths of 23-year-old Taliesin Myrddin Namkai-Meche and 53-year-old Ricky John Best, who were allegedly stabbed by Jeremy Joseph Christian after coming to the defense of two teens he was harassing. Read More (5/29/17 5:56 PM)
Morning Shenanigans

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: A sexual joke?

You woke up, wrapped in your favorite werewolf’s arms. Slowly, as to not wake him, you moved to face him. His snores were all that greeted you. Godric, sometimes you could swear that you felt the house shake.

You quietly enjoyed how calm Remus looked in his sleep. He wasn’t stressed or tired anymore. There was a hint of his mischievous youth that managed to pepper his features.

Still, this simple pleasure always had a short time frame. You nuzzled against him, noticing the small smile that he tried to suppress. With a grin you pressed kisses to the scar that ran across his lips.

He chuckled quietly, the arm he had around your waist pulled you closer. “That’s a lovely way to wake up,” he spoke, his voice thick with sleep.

“You have a lovely face to wake up to,” you shot back playfully. He ticked your sides, loving the sound of your laughter in the morning. “Stop it!” You giggled, pushing away from him.

You were struggling to catch your breath before he relented. “It wasn’t that bad,” he said before catching your lips in a quick kiss.

It was a quick compliance for you. The kiss was a slow burn that soon became a forest fire. It would have lasted for ages. That is if Remus’s stomach hadn’t growled loudly which caused you to pull away with laughter.

“Is that how you sweet talk me into making you breakfast?” You asked, amused.

“Depends. What are my chances of getting chocolate pancakes?”

“Dunno, you gotta make it worth my while.”

He thought for a second, “What if I promise to read you anything you wanted?”

“Seal the deal with a kiss, Lupin.”

He accepted the invitation happily. You moved away from him, attempting to start your mission of pancakes. He groaned in disappointment, torn between food and you.

“Take a shower, I’ll be done by the time you finished,” you promised, stretching.

“Are you sure? I can help you.”

“I can handle it. Enjoy your day off, love.”

You turned on your heel and made you way over to the kitchen. Flipping on the radio, you started to make breakfast. Every so often you would stop to have a little dance party. Soon there were two fresh stacks of chocolate pancakes on the counter.

“Those look delicious,” Remus said hugging you from behind.

“You think?”

“I think they’d taste better if you fed them to me,” he winked down at you, “Care to make that happen?”

You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips, “Fine. Only because I think you’re kinda cute.”

He helped you sit on the counter, opening his mouth expectantly. You grabbed his plate and started to feed him. The feeling of forgetting something wouldn’t shake itself. It was important, it had to be. Nothing clicked until you looked into Remus’s eyes for a minute.

“It’s your birthday!” You looked at him shocked, “Why didn’t you tell me!”

He chuckled, “It wasn’t important.”

“Yes, it is,” you set his plate back on the counter, “It’s my favorite person’s day.” You hugged him close, kissing everywhere you could reach. “Happy birthday, Remus!”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your lips.

You let him kiss him like you as much as he wanted. When he finally pulled away, you jumped off the counter. “I can’t believe I forgot,” you grabbed his hand and started leading the way, “I’ve prepared since last month! And the day of- I’m a sucky person.”

When you got to the bed room you dropped to your knees. “I, uh, sweetheart, you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” You asked confused. It took a second to realize the situation. “Remus!” You hit his thigh, “I’m getting your gift.” A search under the bed later, you came back up with three packages.

“Thank you,” he smiled, sitting on the bed and pulling you onto his lap.

The first present had two sweaters, one was a complete new one and the other was the same one he had on sans the bleach stain you got on it. The next gift was books that he had all but drooled over the last time you had gone to the store. Finally, was the magical gift you had sent Sirius out for, you weren’t exactly sure what it did. All you knew is Sirius knew for certain Moony would love it.

“I love it all,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Honestly love, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“It’s nothing major,” you shrugged, “I wanted to make you happy. Sorry, I forgot.”

“And yet you still made my day perfect.”

“The day just started Remus.”

“And I know it will be great because you’re apart of it.”

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Guided imagery exercise to connect to the elements

Shake your limbs to relax yourself. Settle down with your spine straight and take our time taking three breaths with your surroundings, then allow your mind to linger on the words: earth, air, fire, water.

Earth. You have imagined the earth beneath your feet. Now think of the many manifestations of earth on the planet. Feel your feet on the earth of your choice… marshland, desert, forest, mountains, hills and valleys, sandstone, granite, chalk. Feel, with the pressure of your feet against the earth, the pull of gravity, keeping you anchored. Feel the current of energy from the earth throbbing upwards. You are a creature of earth. Relax into this feeling, and then open your awareness out and find yourself in a high place…

Air. Feel the air as a tangible presence as you gaze out to the vast horizon, laid out below the huge arching dome of the azure sky. In this high place, your awareness expands: the great winds of the earth, swirling round, think and pure, sharpen your wits and blow the cobwebs away. You breathe in air that sparkles like wine and are intoxicated, feeling yourself light and buoyant, You extend your arms above you as if you could float on the thermals that support the birds in their flight, feeling at one with the wind that carries messages all over the world. Stand firm, as your awareness is pulled high into the sky…

Fire. High in the vast expanse of blue, feel the blaze of the sun, striking down, warming the thin grass and bursting the buds of the alpine flowers, drying up the atmosphere. With your eyes shut, stretch in an attitude of ecstasy, fed by the warmth that pours down in golden rays. The water is pulled up into the upper atmosphere and you open your eyes to see a large cloud on the horizon. Watch it travelling with speed, and whilst it is in the middle distance in that huge vista, you see it disgorging its rain as a hazy mist over the landscape…

Water. In your imagination, see the rain from that cloud sinking into the soil, percolating through the ground to a deep subterranean spring that makes its gradual way to the surface. There is a tiny trickle of crystal water emerging from the ground, and you see it in your mind’s eye gaining strength as it tumbles downhill, changing eventually from stream to river, and making its way to join the massive depth of the sea.

Allow the scene to fade as you come back to everyday reality. Stretch, yawn, and wriggle to feel fully back in the present here and now.


Source: The Path of Druidry by Penny Billington

Research

Characters:  Sam x Reader

Summary:  Research leads to more between Sam and reader.  Basically a little plot, a little poetry and some good old fashioned smut.

Word Count:  2313

Warning:  Smut, language.  Sorta rough sex.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Research

It’s a Thursday night and you are seated at an enormous table in a public library after hours. And no, you didn’t enter through the front door. The method of entry for you and Sam had been a window around back that Sam had managed to open with his pocket knife. Because that’s how hunters roll.

Sam is seated across from you. Books are stacked all around, piled high. Dean, the lucky bastard, is staking out the apartment where the suspect lives. You, however, drew the short end of the stick and are stuck doing research for the next ten billion hours. At least, that’s what it feels like.  

The upside is that between paragraphs, you can sneak peaks at Sam Winchester. The way his eyebrows draw together as he concentrates, the way his hair falls down to cover his face as he reads, it does things to you. Fucking hell, it doesn’t’ help that he’s wearing his Fed getup. That white button down shirt? Jesus Christ. It makes your cheeks feel hot in a cool room, your stomach does somersaults. He always has this effect on you, he just doesn’t seem to realize it. Which only serves to make him more desirable.

Blowing out the lungful of air that you’ve been holding in, you force yourself to return to the centuries-old text in front of you. It smells comforting, old leather and musty pages. As much as you hate research, you have a fondness for books. Fiction is more your speed. When it comes to research, you’d prefer some wifi and Google. Ancient lore, unfortunately, isn’t usually found with a few keystrokes.  

Okay, time to concentrate. Grabbing another book from the stack to your left, you quickly scan the table of contents. A chapter labeled ‘Kamadeva’ catches your eye. Flipping quickly to the right chapter, you read the text. Hmm, this sounds like it could be useful.

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The Happy Couple

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Request: You have no idea how happy I am you have requests open! I love your writing so much. Could I request one where dean and the reader have been dating awhile but recently they were arguing a lot more but then on a case they have to dress up and act like a happy couple and it makes dean remember everything he loves about the reader?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: none

A/N: The angst is strong with this one…


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Klaus Mikaelson x reader
+ Reader is Rebekah’s long time human friend. When things get rough in the Quarter Rebekah moves reader to the compound to be safe. Klaus finds reader interesting and feelings pursue.

You laid on your couch and set your arm across the back of it, brushing the smooth blanket atop it with your thumb. Everything was sore.

“Y/N,” Rebekah said crossing her arms, you peeked one eye open. “I cannot believe you are being so stubborn!” She exclaimed, exasperated. Rebekah had known you a long time and has taken you in as her ‘human’. You had been living in the Quarter for a long time and the witches tried to use you as leverage over Rebekah.

“True. But that’s because this is my home. I can’t just back down because a couple witches tried to use me against you.” You sat up, finally, wincing in pain. The witches had thrown you around quite a bit.

“And besides, how safe could I really be with your vindictive brother Klaus or devious Kol?” You inquired. If they really wanted, they could kill you. Kol could run off and Klaus could just dagger Rebekah if she gets out of line.

“Y/N you know I would never let that happen. Please. For me. Just come stay at the compound? It’ll make it much easier to ensure your safety.” Rebekah gave you her best puppy face and you couldn’t say no to that.

“Fine.” You said with feign annoyance. You stood up and walked to the threshold of your living room. “I’ll go pack now and we can move me in tonight.”

Rebekah smiled wildly. No one can harm you, her best friend. Rebekah loved you so much because she saw herself in you, only human. You were strong, selfless, and looked out for family above all else, and Rebekah is your family.

“Okay, Y/N, right this way.” Klaus heard Rebekah from downstairs entering the compound. He also heard another person accompanying her. He swiftly made his way to stand in front of you and Rebekah with his enhanced speed.

“And who might you be, love?” Klaus said, smiling at you.

“Her name is Y/N, and she will be staying with us for now.” Rebekah stated.

“And why might that be, sister?” He said looking less enthusiastically at his sibling. You knew Klaus didn’t like outsiders and you felt like you were intruding, but you’d rather that than Rebekah nagging you forever more to join her.

“Because, dear brother, I have invited her. Some witches tried to use her against me and I find she would be much safer here.” Rebekah crossed her arms in defiance, daring her brother to try and kick you out.

“Well, by all means then,” he said turning to you with animosity. “Welcome to my home.” He held his hand out for yours and you took his. Instead of a handshake like you expected, he lifted it to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm. After he let go, smirked as you blushed and mumbled a shy “thanks.” And walked away down one of the many halls of the compound.

It had been a couple weeks since you initially moved into the compound. Nothing outstandingly bad happened since. Kol and Klaus had been unendingly flirtatious with you, to Rebekah’s dismay. You could see her roll her eyes every time she bore witness to their mischief. Elijah had been very helpful and had been teaching you to defend yourself on order of Rebekah. Hayley was in and out of the compound, always on the move, doing anything to help the wolves.

You, on the other hand, had been basically stuck under non official house arrest unless you were at work. You’re a barista at a cozy café in the quarter. You always smelt of cinnamon, vanilla, and roasted coffee. It had become his favorite scent, he was always happy to spend time with you. You were shy and he liked to tease you with Kol sometimes but you also enjoyed art among and had come to see him as more than a monster to be feared.

You were walking home after work one evening when you felt an arm slip around your neck and a hand cover your mouth. You screamed and tried to open your mouth to bite your attacker but they were too strong, someone supernatural. You knew it wasn’t a Mikaelson because even Kol would not try to trick you like this.

Your muffled screams seemed to do you no good when the attacker sloped your hair from your neck and tilted your neck for a better angle to plunge their teeth into you.

But Klaus heard you, even your muffled screams. He was near by, he was going to ask to take you out to dinner for some time out of the compound and waited along your route home.

But he was not quick enough to come to your aid, the vampire had already started to feed off you. You didn’t see Klaus, you thought it was over when black splotches dotted your vision. Your legs were limp and your eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. Pain throbbed from your neck. Then there wasn’t a body, Klaus ripped the vampire off of you. Klaus proceeded to rip their heart out. Before you fell to the ground Klaus caught you, kneeling to the ground holding you in his lap, cradling your head.

“Oh, Y/N,” he muttered looking down at you. He bite his wrist and fed you his blood to heal you. You were half drained when he saved you.

You looked at Klaus through your lashes, your eyes barely open.

“You are prone to danger.” He whispered. You smiled faintly.

“I live with the Mikaelsons. It’s normal.” You said in a raspy voice. Klaus picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the compound. If only you knew how much Klaus had come to love you and he vowed to not allow any one dare hurt you again. Now you were not only Rebekah’s human, you were the Mikaelsons’ human.

Yours

Happy Valentine’s Day, loves! Here’s a new story for you because I love you all immensely! It’s fluffy and it’s daddy!harry and it’s all for you guys. <3 <3

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He had gotten up and left the house early that morning. It had been quite a long time since Harry had been able to go to the gym and get a decent workout in, because he was constantly busy between working on his album, finishing the movie, being a husband and taking care of your 10-month-old daughter. Going the gym had kind of been put on the back burner in favor of spending as much time with the two of you as he possibly could.

Not that he minded; before he had become a father, he never would have been able to imagine just how much he loved having a little girl. He had always liked kids, of course, and had wanted one of his own since before you had even met him, but the gross amount of love he had for his baby girl was almost unfathomable. He would be perfectly content never leaving the house again, if he thought he could get away with it.

Today was Valentine’s Day. The moment your daughter’s little voice had come over the baby monitor that morning, babbling away and finally calling out with a tiny little, “Dada?”, Harry had been up and into the nursery to get her. Hearing her say his name was still a novelty for him; it had only been a few weeks since she had learned to say it and Harry’s heart still jumped every time she called for him. She wasn’t walking yet – not without assistance from one of you - but one step at a time…literally.

His little girl was big-eyed and smiley by the time Harry got to her room. She was now able to pull herself into a standing position using the bars of her crib and she was bouncing up and down on her heels when she saw Harry enter.

“Good morning, lovebug,” he said, voice raspy from just waking up.

“Dada!” she replied, pointing at him. As soon as she lifted one hand from the crib, she lost her balance and toppled back down into a seated position on her mattress.

“Oops, careful there,” Harry laughed, reaching in to lift her up into his arms, “Can daddy have a kiss?”

She clasped her hands around his neck and gave him a very dramatic, very wet kiss on the cheek. Harry chuckled and returned the kiss, wiping the baby slobber from his skin.

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I know who he is now too, and he’s finished.


Nathaniel (Nate) Lloyd

  • He’s 24.
  • American.
  • Hairdresser/Barber.
  • Still goes by Nutsack.
  • He is a sassy mother fucker.
  • Takes 0% of life seriously.
  • Wants to screw Jeon.
  • He has twitter.

17. “You were supposed to be my forever.”

Damon Salvatore x Reader

The tears forming in your eyes were clouding your vision. Your throat ached and your heart felt like it was breaking into a billion tiny pieces in your chest. The sobs were threatening to rip out from your mouth.

Damon watched as the woman he loved more than anything broke down in front of him.

He felt helpless.

He was the reason why you were crying.

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