@niniel3nenya requested: “Hi!!! Can I… Can I ask for a Tim x Reader, based on “Lost Stars” by Keira Knightley? It’s just, I really love how you write. It’s really awesome :3″
A/N: I can’t believe I have never heard of this song before I mean… I just… I’m so disappointed in myself this is so beautiful. I literally watched the entire movie for this request and thank you because the movie was AMAZING.
I actually had trouble writing this. I think it’s not one of my best works… uh… I’m really sorry that it sucks, I really tried!
Please don’t see just a girl caught up in dreams and fantasies
The grin that spread across your face was horrifying in Tim’s eyes. It was a grin that meant you had something up your sleeve, something insane and irrational and definitely impossible.
“Please, god please no.” Tim begged you before you even revealed your plan.
“Oh come on Tim!” you whined to your best friend. “I swear you’ll like this!”
Tim rolled his eyes in annoyance. Of course you’d say that, but he knew it wasn’t like that. You had such ridiculous dreams you wanted to achieve and you always made him tag along.
Sometimes he wondered why he was your best friend, why he stuck around for you. But when he felt his heart skip a beat by just one simple glance at your face, he remembered why.
Please see me reaching out for someone I can’t see
“That doesn’t sound so bad…” Tim admitted once he heard your plan.
“Was there ever a doubt?” you laughed. “I’m not some clueless dreamer Tim. I can draw the line between fantasies and things we can actually do.” You couldn’t emphasize this enough since you knew he only saw you as a dreamer when in fact all your ideas were for him.
“Then why drag me into all of it?” Tim complained.
“I want you to be a little more spontaneous.”
Take my hand, let’s see where we wake up tomorrow
Tim sat on the couch and frowned. “Spontaneous? [F/N], I’m a vigilante. I take risks for a living.”
“Risks and spontaneity aren’t the same thing.” you exclaimed. “You’re so stiff Tim, loosen up. Have some fun. Do something crazy for the heck of it! Do it for no reason at all!”
Tim gave you a skeptical look. “Why would anyone do that?”
You groaned. “See! That is what I’m talking about! Being spontaneous means not asking why.” you sighed. You took his hand and pulled him up, dragging him out of the house.
“Wha–what are you doing [F/N]?” Tim demanded, though he was letting you drag him out of the door, so he wasn’t fighting back.
“We’re going to have a night out in the city, and go with the flow.”
Best laid plans; sometimes are just a one night stand
“But don’t we need a plan?” Tim asked cautiously as the two of you walked around the streets of Gotham. Clearly this was a bad idea since Gotham was dangerous at night, but you had a hero beside you.
You rolled your eyes at him. “Plan? Who needs a plan?”
Tim dropped his head onto his hand, shaking his head by how you managed to drag him into this. This was stupid.
But love makes you do stupid things.
I’ll be damned; Cupid’s demanding back his arrow
You glanced down at your fingers still entwined with Tim’s. You felt your cheeks warm up but all you did was look up and smile.
You hadn’t planned for this to happen, but maybe something magical would come out of this. You truly hoped so.
“So, what spontaneous idea do you have in mind?” Tim questioned in a defeated voice.
“Oh I have a few…”
So let’s get drunk on our tears
“Why are we buying eggs?” Tim inquired. “What are we doing with five cartons of eggs?”
You stared at him. Wasn’t he supposed to be a detective? How could he not know what this amount of eggs were going to be used for?
But seeing his clueless face, you smirked. Oh he had no idea…
And God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young
“Oh kill me now.” Tim cursed as he watched you throw another egg at a house. Out of all the things you chose to do, it was to egg someone’s house. “This is vandalism… not to mention childish.”
“Hey! He’s getting what he deserves!” you scoffed, throwing yet another egg at the house of the biggest bully at your school. The boy was ruthless to everyone and was rude to the janitors and teachers alike.
“Now, are you going to join me?” you asked, handing him the last carton. “Better do it quick before the cops come.”
Tim stared at you. In all honesty he wanted to make that guy pay as well, but he let the bully off every time. Now though, with the opportunity right in front of him…
“Screw this.” he mumbled, taking the carton from your hand and opening it. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he threw the eggs onto the wall.
It’s hunting season and this lamb is on the run
You squealed and clung onto Tim tightly. Due to the fact that Tim was much faster and stronger than you, to escape the police it was decided that he’d just carry you on his back.
So now he was jumping from roof to roof with you while giving you a piggyback ride as the sirens wailed behind the two of you.
“Bruce is going to kill us!” you said breathlessly.
“Worth it!” Tim exclaimed.
We’re searching for meaning…
Eventually you and Tim ended up on the outskirts of the city, panting and laughing like no tomorrow. Tim managed to lose the cops, and thankfully nobody saw your faces. Tim also reassured you that there were no cameras around, so you two were safe… from the law at least, but not from Bruce.
“Well, how was that?” you quizzed, looking at Tim.
Tim gave you the biggest grin ever. “You know what? That was awesome.”
“See?” You tilted your head up to see the array of stars that lit up the sky. It was faint due to the city lights, but it was there. “You know, you only have one life Tim. You put your life on the line every night for others, so don’t be afraid to live it to the fullest. You never know what will happen tomorrow. Live today.”
But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?
“You’re right.” said Tim suddenly. You were only given a second before you were pulled into a kiss.
You couldn’t deny the burst of fireworks that exploded in your stomach and you were so shocked by the action your mind went blank. It was only when Tim pulled away did you finally find your voice.
“W-What are you doing?” you stammered, blushing madly. Tim grinned.
“Being spontaneous.” He gave you another quick kiss. “And living life to the fullest.”
Chickens are omnivores. They will eat anything. Generally they get their protein from bugs they scratch up out of the dirt and their feed, but they gladly eat actual meat.
Things I have fed chickens: Chicken, ham, beef, fish, shrimp, along with a fuckload of other table scraps (except avocado, which chickens cannot have) I never give them eggs, even cooked, because some chickens can develop a taste for their own eggs and egg-eating is impossible to stop and spreads– other chickens will learn to do it too. They say that if you feed the eggs cut up or scrambled and without shells its okay, but it’s kind of wives-tale shit in my family that you never feed a chicken eggs no matter what and I stick to that.
Things I have watched chickens eat of their own accord: a dead squirrel, (I took it away before they could eat too much, but they savaged a lot of its insides) lizards, snakes, frogs, toads, dead bird (I didn’t get this away in time and mostly just found feathers and bones and a head, but they were still pecking at it when I came out there)
Granted, most of their diet is commercial chicken feed and whatever they dig up to eat but I do feed them table scraps, and meat is part of that.
Alberto Moreno to Marca: “Gerrard is a true Captain. He fights for the team with all he’s got and he always puts Liverpool ahead of himself. […] For someone like me, who’s just getting started in football, it’s a privilege to play with a footballer like him.” Also, Uncle Jamie doesn’t even go here anymore, but he’s the shit! Javi, hold this up…
Imagine it being easter and the nations are sitting together and eating, and Hungary and Austria being some of the few that helped make the food, decided to make these:
And so the whole evening was basically filled with Prussia trying to smuggle every single one of these under the table so he can take them outside later and Austria, Hungary and Germany yelling at him for taking the food
nsfw, praise kink, xeno, oviposition under the cut!! (ao3 link)
During the seven months he and Eren have been together, Levi’s grown used to his boyfriend’s little quirks. He makes whistling little noises when he sleeps, not unlike a small cat, and physically cannot ingest hot foods or beverages. It has something to do with the atmospheric conditions on his home planet and thus the evolution of their species’ oral cavity, he’d explained once, but back then Levi had still been too perplexed by his long, sharp tongue to listen too carefully. In fact, Eren could live solely on lukewarm water and sunlight if he wanted to, but ever since settling on Earth he’d quickly developed a fondness for vegetables and fruits of all sorts.
“Hang on. So, if you don’t need food to survive,” Levi had said once while watching Eren gobble down a whole watermelon, peels and all, “does that mean you don’t poop either?”