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How to get into your pet head space

I know a lot of pets, especially obscure pets, have difficulty getting into the head space of their species. So here is a list of different activities you can try to help yourself enjoy being the pet that you are. There are a lot of other types of pets out there and some of these activities may repeat, but I am going off of the pet list I made a few months ago. Click here to see the list.

[ * DISCLAIMER: I do not have full knowledge about each of these types of pets, so I am going by research I’ve done and pets that I’ve talked to. Feel free to add your own activities beneath. ]


  • Make noises. Depending on your species, practice barking, mewing, growling, whinnying, purring, etc. If may feel weird and embarrassing at first, but try to do it little by little until you enjoy it. And if you don’t enjoy it, then don’t do it.
  • Wear gear. Whether you can afford a little or a lot, gear will help you feel more like the pet you are.
  • Don’t be embarrassed. I know it’s difficult, especially if you’re just starting off, to do some of these things and act like a pet. But if you enjoy it, then there is no reason to be embarrassed about it. Just start slow and ease yourself into it.
  • Adapt to your own preferences. The list below is not concrete. You do not have to do the things listed just because they are listed for your species. Example: if you’re a lamb and you see something listed for a ferret and enjoy it, then do it.


  • Bat: eat fruit, wear fangs, wrap yourself in a blanket, enjoy the nighttime
  • Bear: wander around outside, roll around in bed, play with a large ball
  • Big Cat: climb things, pounce on/stalk toys, practice grooming/hygiene
  • Bunny: eat veggies/fruit, cuddle someone/something, hide, color
  • Dragon: go outdoors and collect things, organize collections
  • Fawn: eat veggies/fruit, go to the woods, bounce around, explore
  • Ferret: dig through a pile of blankets, hide other’s items, roll around
  • Fox: play tricks on others, hide in small spaces, go for a run
  • Kitten: wear a collar, play with toys, practice grooming
  • Lamb: enjoy physical attention, get “dolled-up”, eat veggies/fruit
  • Pig: roll around in blankets, minimize movement, enjoy snacks
  • Pony: run/gallop through the woods, chew on veggies/fruit, head gear
  • Puppy: chase a ball, chew a toy bone, wrestle with your own dog
  • Rat: hoard food items, bite/lick others, hide other’s objects for fun
  • Wolf: chew beef jerky, tear at toys, look after others, brush your hair
A Survival Guide To Recycling in Germany

One of the most immediate culture shocks of traveling to Germany, especially if you grew up in the United States, is Germany’s seeming obsession with recycling. Whereas in the U.S. you are lucky if you can locate a recycling bin in public areas like parks or street corners, you’ll have the opposite problem in Germany, where you’ll find a sometimes confusing plethora of multi-colored bins. If you have been in this situation, looking around desperately to strangers or waiting to see what items other drop in each bin, we feel you. YOU are not alone. Even Germans sometimes question which bin is appropriate for which items.

Due to this common culture shock and the often harsh punishment one receives for a wrong move, we thought we’d give you the lowdown on German recycling.

Step 1: Prevent creating waste in the first place

Germany has created and continues to develop a culture of minimal waste. This is true for projects big and small: here are a few examples of major reducers of waste.

Bag fee: Germany combats the environmental threat of excessive plastic bag-use by adding a small fee onto bags at stores. Even though it’s small, the fee has further motivated people to bring their own reusable bags or carts to stores. Some stores now don’t offer plastic bags at all–opting instead to offer paper bags for those who need them.

Lack of excess packaging: Say tschüss to those individually wrapped fruit packages or items wrapped individually in plastic, then wrapped collectively in plastic.

Quality over quantity: According to a 2016 report by Germany Trade and Invest, Germans are well researched and particular consumers. They are much more risk averse and likely to return items that don’t meet their expectations. This makes things like quality labels or reviews really important and generally lends towards a population that has fewer, but higher quality possessions that don’t need constant replacement.

Step 2: Pfand

Imagine if, for every bottle–plastic or glass, you bought, you had to pay extra for it. The deal in Germany is that you pay more initially but then receive that surcharge back when you give the bottles back for recycling. So, just like when you weekly take the garbage out in the States, in Germany it is a regular habit to return your bin of recycling to super markets where you will find a machine like this:

This machine scans the bar code of your items, and prints a receipt for you to redeem at the register. Basically, if you don’t recycle your eligible items for Pfand, you are losing money.

As a tourist, you have potentially experienced Pfand in a different way. At Christmas markets, stands will charge you extra for the mug that hot drinks are served in. You can choose to keep the mug as a memento, or to return it for Pfand.

You may have also been asked for your empty bottle in public by someone collecting them to return. This is potentially convenient for you, earns them a little money by returning them AND it is good for the earth. Triple whammy! There are even entire non-profits that fund themselves by collecting Pfand at events or concerts.

Step 3: Choose your bin

This part sounds really uncomplicated from an American perspective. Trash or recycling…right?

After giving back bottles for Pfand, Germans sort trash typically by paper, plastic, bio/organic, glass, and other. Though details are dependent on town or region, a general breakdown goes like this:

Paper= blue bins. This bin is for cardboard, newspapers, magazines, waste paper, paper bags, etc, etc.

Plastic = Yellow bins. This is for plastic such as body wash, shampoo, sunscreen, laundry detergent, and juice bottles

Glass= Glass is sorted by color. There are different slots for depositing green, brown and clear glass. In this bin you should be putting any kind of jars (mustard, jam, yogurt, etc), oil bottles, wine bottles or the like.

Bio (organic) = green bins. This is for food waste like egg shells, banana peel, or scraps of food you didn’t eat.

Other = black bins. You choose your size and you’re charged accordingly. They send you a sticker each year to show that you’ve paid for it. Residual waste is garbage that neither includes pollutants nor reusable components. For example ash, dust bag, cigarette ends, rubber, toiletries, and diapers are thrown into the black bin.

Step 4: Enjoy a cleaner earth!

Though the effect of one person caring about the environment is small, the collective effort of a nation makes a dent. Germany leads the European nations in recycling, with around 70 percent of the waste the country generates successfully recovered and reused each year.

Recycling is only one part of Germany’s environmental efforts. Find more about national and local environmental initiatives here:

Geoffrey's Granddaughter (Merlin X Reader)

(You are the Granddaughter of Geoffrey of Monmouth, Court Genealogist and the keeper of the Royal Library. You are a noblewoman. Lady (Y/N), who came to Camelot to follow Geoffrey’s footsteps as an apprentice. You were introduced by Geoffrey to Arthur and Merlin when Arthur was called by Uther to meet you in person.)

(Also I do not own the entire production of the Merlin series. or even bbc

You are on your horse, (Y/H/N), riding on a path that leads to Camelot. Your cloak hood hides you face. You were personally asked by your Grandfather, Geoffrey of Monmouth, Camelot’s royal Court Genealogist and Keeper of the Royal Library, to be his apprentice.

You are an orphan, your mother had passed away from childbirth and you father has recently died from sickness. You were living with your Aunt until one day you received a letter from Grandfather Geoffrey.

So you left the household of Monmouth and bid farewell to your Aunt and the servants that worked there. You always believed in equality between commoners and nobles that the servants were like a second family to you.

You only wished that you weren’t the only noble who believes in equality.

Finally, you reached to the lower town of Camelot and slowed Y/H/N by pulling gently on her/his reins and strut on the road, carefully passing through the busy crowd of working commoners and laughing children.

You suddenly pulled Y/H/N to stop when you spotted a dirty young boy, who was staring hungrily at a pile of apples that was place on a market stand. And judging by the state of the child, he seems to be a homeless orphan.

You got off of Y/N/H and went to the merchant.

“Four apples and two pears please.” You asked.

“That’ll be 5 gold pieces miss.” the merchant grumbled.

You gave him the money and grabbed a neatly piece of cloth from you satchel to wrap the fruits in.

You then walk to the hungry boy and kneel down to his height.

“Hello, what’s your name?” You asked.

“Allen.” He squeaked out. Clearly scared by you. You couldn’t blame him, an older stranger came to you and asked for your name seemed to be very intimidating for a child his age.

“Hello Allen, my name is Y/N is your mother or father around?”

“No.” He muttered.

“Where are they?”

“Dead.” He simply said.

I sighed. “Do you have a place to live?”

Fortunately he nodded. “With uncle Morty. But he’s barely at home.”


“He works hard. But sometimes we don’t have enough gold to buy food.”

You lift his head gently by his chin and look at him in the eyes. “Are you happy?”

“Sometimes, when uncle Morty comes back from work, we would play knights.”

“Do you want to become a knight when you grow up?”

“Yes, but I can’t.”

You frown playfully. “And why not?”

“Because I’m not brave enough.”

You thought for a moment and then sparked an idea and leaned closer to Allen.

“Can I tell you a secret?”


“You see my horse there?” You pointed at Y/N/H, who was standing behind you by a few meters the entire time.


“Well you see young Allen, his/her name is Y/N/H and he was actually a gift from a kind witch.” I whispered the last part by his ear.

“But magic is band from Camelot.” He said you covered his mouth and shush at him.

“I know.” You whispered. “That’s why I am asking you to keep it as a secret.”

He then nodded and you slowly put you hand away from his mouth.

“Do you want to know what makes Y/H/N so special?”

He nodded hesitantly.

“You see if you touch him his/her nose and doesn’t back up, it means you are brave enough to ride him.”

“And if he does back up?”

“Then. . we’ll see what’s happens, just don’t scream, It’ll scare him/her more.”

Allen gulped and stared at the horse with scared eyes. “Do you think I’m brave enough?”

You chuckled.“Young Allen, I have the privileged to meet a lot of brave men on my journey to Camelot. And I must say you have the eyes of courage to show all of Camelot and the kingdoms of the realm one day.”


“You just need to see that no matter how dark the world is, there is light, There will always be light. You just need to believe that you can find it.”

Allen then lifts his chin high and march gently to Y/H/N. He then stops midway and looks back at me.

I nodded and signalled him to continue.

He took a deep breath and then continues until he was in front of Y/H/N and carefully lift his hand and bows his head down. Fearing of what would happen.

Y/H/N then bows his/her head down to the child and pressed his/her nose to the boy’s trembling hand.

Allen opened his eyes in surprise nd looks up. He then smiled ad looks back at you.

“I did it! I did it Miss Y/N! I did it!” He said in enthusiasm.

You smiled. “Of course you did. I told you, you have the eyes of courage. You want to ride him/her?”

“Can I?” He asked.

“Mhmm. Here.” You lead Allen to Y/H/N’s side and lift him by the waist to settle him on the saddle and then mount up so that you are behind him. Allen is secure in between your arms and you asked him to hold the bag of fruits.

You made a noise with your mouth to signal Y/H/N to walk and asked where Allen lives.

(At The Castle)

“So Geoffrey has a granddaughter?” Merlin asked.

“Yes Merlin.” Arthur said in annoyance. “How many times do I have to tell you to make you understand with that pea brain of yours?”

“I’m just saying, Gaius has never mentioned anything about Geoffrey having a granddaughter. And that old man mentions a lot of things.”

“You know, now that you mentioned it. My father has never even mentioned about a Lady Y/N of Monmouth. Until now.”

“Maybe he had his reasons.” Merlin stated as he patted the Arthur’s bed clean.

“Probably.” Arthur muttered.

Suddenly there was knocking at the door.

“Enter.” Arthur called.

A castle guard opened the door. He bowed then rise. “My Lord.”

“What is it?”

“The King had asked me to inform you that Lady Y/N of Monmouth has arrived.”

Arthur and Merlin shared a look and then looks back at the servant.

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

Arthur and Merlin walked down the hall that leads to the Royal Library where King Uther had asked to meet.

“Wouldn’t be better if we meet the Lady of Monmouth in the Council Hall?” Merlin asked.

“Geoffrey personally asked my father if the Lady Y/N could visit the Library as soon as she reached to Camelot.”


“I don’t know Merlin, why don’t you asked the granddaughter of the Keeper of the Royal Library?” Arthur said sarcastically.

“Never mind.” Merlin muttered.

The two individuals reached to there the main doors of the Royal Library. Merlin opened the door and the two enter.

They immediately found King Uther, Geoffrey, Morgana and two men from the council, talking to each other in hushed voices around Geoffrey’s study desk.

Merlin spotted Gaius at the end of the table and frowned. It was unusual for Gaius to be here when in the early morning he mentioned that he was gonna have a busy day.

“Father.” Arthur greeted Uther.

“Arthur, so nice for you to come.”

“Well I don’t exactly have a choice do I?” Arthur joked.

“Yes well,” Geoffrey started. “Prince Arthur I do hope you know why you are here.”

“Of course Geoffrey.” Arthur said. “Where is Lady Y/N?” He asked kindly.

“She is just browsing around the library. She was hoping to find a book that’s based on a certain level of herbalism.” Geoffrey then turns to one of the sections o the library.

“Is she a herbalist?” Merlin thought but accidently said it out loud.

“Don’t be foolish Merlin.” Arthur said in a annoyed voice. “She’s a Lady of course she isn’t.”

“Actually,” Gaius said. “My Lord, the Lady Y/N was actually hoping if there is a herbalist in Camelot so that she would learn more about healing.”

Merlin looked a little smug whilst Arthur seemed a bit shocked.

“Is there a reason why she would want to know how?” Arthur asked after he awkwardly coughed, trying to loosen up the air.

“As a matter of fact yes.” Uther said with a small frown showing. “She wanted to prepare if Camelot were ever to be in a worse condition.”

Smart. Merlin thought.

“Where is that girl?” Geoffrey muttered to himself. “Y/N! Y/N!”

Suddenly a figure came out from behind of one of the bookshelves. Head down with a book in hands.

Merlin, Arthur and practically everyone in the reading area spotted the figure and knew right away that it was you.

You then pulled your eyes away from the page that your were reading and saw a couple of gentlemen.

Merlin and Arthur couldn’t help but stare at the you with their eyes wide with shock. Merlin had his mouth slightly opened as Arthur let out a small breathy gasp. Both enchanted by your beauty.

Your S/C reflects perfectly by the light from the sun beam from the windows. Your eyes sparkled with glee as you smiled shyly at the new arrivals.

You then deducted that the blond one was Prince Arthur, since his attire was more formal than the dark haired one. Although you couldn’t deny. The dark hair one was more dashing than the Prince. No matter how ordinary his clothes were.

“Y/N!” Geoffrey said with a smile on his face. “There you are, I thought that you might’ve been lost.”

You chuckled and bookmarked the page that you were reading with your finger as you walk to stand next to Geoffrey.

“Sire,” Geoffrey began. “May I introduce to you my granddaughter. Y/N.”

You smiled and did a curtsy. “My lord.” You raise.

“How quaint it is to finally meet you.” You said in a gentle voice and smiled at the charming prince.

“P-Please, the pleasure is mine.“ Arthur said after remembering why he came to the library.

He took your hand, that wasn’t holding the book, and look you straight in the eyes.

“It is my honor to formerly welcome you to Camelot, my Lady.” He then kissed your hand and you gave him a sweet smile.

“How kind of you.” You said then look behind the Prince to see the dark hair gentlemen.

“And who is this?” You asked.

Arthur turned and looks back at you.

“No one of importance.” He smiled.

“I don’t believe that.” You say casually.

Arthur frowned. “You don’t?”

“You don’t?” Uther repeated.

“You don’t?” The dark hair gentlemen said.

You shook your head no and smiled kindly. “I don’t. I believe that everyone in the kingdom, may they be noble or commoner, has a important role in their own special way. How else will Camelot can cope without the hard work of the commoners? Or without the order and sacrifices from the nobles and the council?”

Uther and Arthur looks at you with surprise, while Morgana looks at you with admiration along with Merlin and Gaius.

“So may I asked?” You said as you smoothly walk around Arthur to stand in front of the dark haired young man behind him.

“What is your name?”

He coughs a bit then answered. “Merlin. My Lady.”

“Merlin.” You muttered. “What an unusual name. Yet unique.”

He smiled awkwardly. “My mother picked it.”

You smiled sweetly at him. In all your years, you have a way to see the light and goodness in people.

And just as you told Allen, the young boy you met earlier who you gave the bag of fruit to.

There will always be light, you just need to believe that you can find it.

Someone then coughs and you turn to see your grandfather Geoffrey walking towards you and place his hands on your shoulders.

“My child, I believe it’s time that we catch up on the years I’ve missed. Now tell me how is…”

Geoffrey leads you to somewhere in the library. And you couldn’t help but sneak a glance to Merlin. Who was smiling kindly and you smiled back and turn your attention to Geoffrey.

Arthur, who was still confused about why would on earth would you speak to Merlin as if he was your equal, frowned and turned to Merlin. Who quickly flashed an innocent smile.

Arthur rolled his eyes and then signals him to follow as he marched out of the room.

This is will be interesting. The Lady Morgana thought smugly.

The Queen, the Cavalier and the Dragon

To the galaxy at large, there is nothing suspicious about the two women walking through the busy market street, each carrying a child on their hip, one dressed in faded indigo blue and the other in charcoal grey. They cover their hair and faces but this too is not unusual. They talk quietly to each other before the grey one purchases something from a shopkeeper’s stall. With a bow of her head she turns back to the other woman and hands over a small sachet of candied fruit wrapped in flimsi.

The children on their hips are delighted.

The women continue onwards, carefully meandering through the crowd, standing too close to be anything other than family but looking nothing alike. The blue garbed woman is petite and the occasional glimpse behind her protective scarf reveals a stunning beauty with delicate features and wide brown eyes framed by a loose brunette curls. She looks every inch the mother of the small young girl in her arms.

The grey woman is taller, sharper and there is an air of danger about her movements. Her eyes are blue with bits of green and grey and they are always watching, staring out at the world with lupine wariness. The boy on her hip has hair of golden wheat and his eyes are blue like the sky at noon. It is clear he is not hers and yet he clings to her just as tightly as any child would to its mother.

To the keen eye, they are a family unit and to the clever observer, they are a lady and her knight, on the run from the shadow always nipping at their heels.

“Luke and Leia are getting tired,” the brunette murmurs, reaching out with a soft hand to touch the shoulder of her auburn haired beloved. “Let’s go back to the ship.”

“We’re missing a part to the power coupler,” came the equally tired reply. “I would like to find a replacement sooner rather than later. Why don’t you three go back to the ship?”

“And give you the opportunity to slip away from us?” the smaller woman snorts, shaking her head and wrapping her hand around the other’s. “No. We’ll all find the power coupler or we’ll all return to the ship, Obi-Wan.”

“Not so loud,” Obi-Wan hisses as she looks back at the woman beside her. “We don’t know who’s listening.”

“No one is listening,” the brunette sighs and shifts her child on her hip, the girl yawning and snuggling closer as she chews on her candy. “Come. Let’s go back. You’re getting that look again.”

“And what look is that, Padme?” Obi-Wan sighs, turning her head to kiss Luke on the top of his head as he mumbles his agreement with his mother. “Do you have an exhaustive list of my Looks?”

“We thought about making one,” Padme chuckles softly, for a moment forgetting that “we” is plural and that the other person necessary to make the pronoun work was lost to them. “Please, my love, I’m tired and you look like you want to jump out of your skin. Let’s just head back and leave this place.”

Obi-Wan wants to leave but that power coupler will not handle another convoluted hyperspace jump. They have to stay long enough for her to get the part and replace it.

Time is a luxury they cannot afford.

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Camp Mockingjay - Ch 8

Originally posted by weare-goingup

Hi all, so sorry for the late post today! It’s a holiday here in Canada and I didn’t get to a laptop until now. At any rate, this amazing chapter by @titaniasfics, is well worth the agony of the wait! Enjoy!!! Since we’re pretty sure we know what you’re going to vote with this one, we won’t be adjusting the deadline to vote. So, reply with your choice by noon EDT on Wednesday! And don’t forget to reblog. Half of the fun of this game is the great discussion and debate you all have each week.

We stop by Peeta’s cabin on the way to the archery fields to pick up the cookies he promised but, to my surprise, he adds other items I’m sure belong to the cafeteria - soda cans, fruit, and sandwiches wrapped in cellophane.

“You’re not supposed to keep food in the cabins,” I say, watching him fill his backpack. Thankfully, everyone is at the party so the sleeping areas are quiet.

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anonymous asked:

can you do something about Harry and his son? maybe when he is toddler and he is super tiny and Harry is super cute with him

Of course love! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

“C’mon mate, one more bite,” you smirked to yourself as you listened to Harry try and reason with your newly three-year-old in the kitchen. He had insisted on feeding him this morning while you got the laundry room under control with the intent of breaking his son’s week long fruit strike.

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[ih-soo r-ee-uh nt] 

1. hungry; greedy.

1665-1675; Esurient comes from the present participle of Latin esurire, “to be hungry, to desire eagerly,” from edere, “to eat.”

“These new censors, the deconstructionists, take the most luscious and delicious apple and show it to a hungry person. They then seal the fruit with plastic wrap and demand that the esurient victim enjoy its flavour.”
- Michael Coren, Alberta Report

Halloween: Part 2 of 2


The girls both turned as an enormous figure entered the kitchen, efficiently derailing Lexa’s train of thought.  The giant gentleman was clad in a full-length tropical dress and wore an outlandish, fruit-covered head wrap atop a face plastered in elaborate makeup.  Unabashed by the dumbfounded girls, he sashayed into the kitchen as though it were the most natural thing in the world, opening the fridge and filling his glass with Pinot Grigio.  “I don’t see the costume I bought for you, Anya.”   His tremendously bassy voice provided a sharp contrast to his appearance.

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Werewolf Meetings - Scott McCall

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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The sand was soft in between your toes, you dug them in further and closed your eyes, smiling softly as the warmth of the sunlight spread over the skin exposed by your bikini.  A small sigh left your lips as you found yourself in a calm, peaceful state.

“Breathe… breathe…” A kind voice lulled you from your once panicked head.  You opened your eyes to see Scott in front of you.  He smiled his goofy and crooked smile he usually bore.  “Wonderful, you’ve shifted back” You sighed in relief and slumped forward on your knees.

 “Thank god” Scott chuckled and stood up from the ground, and held his hands out to you to help you up.

 “You’ve really improved y/n” He said as he pulled you up.  You grinned and pushed back the slightly wet strands of hair behind your hair.

 “Really? You think so?” You asked him, and he nodded, smiling again.

 “I do, when you first started I worried for my life but now I think you’re totally safe” It felt weird to blush, seeing as it wasn’t a typical compliment but you took it anyways.

 “Thanks..” You said, zipping up your jacket and stuffing your hands into your pockets.

 “You need a ride home? I wouldn’t mind getting ice cream on the way?” You smiled but shook your head.

 “I’m good, I’d rather walk and get some fresh air” You said, and began to head towards the door of the McCall house.  Scott followed behind you.

 “Alright well uh.. Text men when you’re home so I know you didn’t get murdered” You laughed quietly and nodded again.

 “Okay I will, see you later” You said, opening the door and stepping outside.  He waved as you walked off.

 When he went back inside and had closed and locked the door, Stiles came bounding down the steps.

 “Dude dude dude, did you do it? Did you tell her?” Scott sighed and shook his head.  Stiles groaned, frustratedly pulling at his own hair.  “Scott!”

 “I’m sorry! I try!”

 “Do you though?”

 “I’ve been trying since we were freshmen” Scott breathed, flopping down on the couch.

 You and Scott have been friends since before you were both bit by Peter, and both became werewolves.  Though Scott was attacked sophomore year, Peter had given you venom to save your life  few months ago after the Dread Doctors had tortured you.  But you’d had a much harder time adapting to your new… blood lust.  So Scott’s been helping you out, trying to find your anchor, anything that would keep you grounded.  Usually you met four nights a week, and every full moon of course.  So far you hadn’t found an anchor, but he has seen improvement.  You always thanked him whenever you could, he’s done far more for you than anyone else ever has.

 But what can he say, he’s in love with you.

 Stiles sunk into the sofa next to his alpha friend, both of them in a comfortable silence for a few moments.  Too swarmed with their own thoughts to begin conversation.  Which would likely be Stiles telling Scott that he needs to just grow a pair and tell you how he feels.

 “What’d she think about this time?” He asked, but Scott shrugged.

 “I forgot to ask, I was too busy trying to get the confidence to ask her out for friggin’ ice cream” Scott muttered.  Stiles rolled his eyes and clapped a hand on Scott’s back.

 “I love you buddy” He started.  “But sometimes you’re quite the disappointment”

 The next day you were sitting patiently on the floor in Scott’s bedroom, legs crossed and your hands tapping together in your lap.  Scott had gone downstairs, claiming he needed to get something before beginning your night of training.  But it felt like you’d been sitting here a while.

 Oh well, all the more time to focus on suppressing some recent but serious feelings you’ve been harboring.

 Just then Scott burst into the room, holding a large basket in his hands.  Your eyes instantly widened as he awkwardly shut the door behind him and set the basket in front of you.  Your mouth opened but no words came out.

 “Is there uh… like chains and stuff in there?” You asked awkwardly and nervously.  Scott laughed and shook his head, sitting across from you on the other side of the basket.

 “No no no, here I’ll show you what’s in it” You scooted closer as he opened up the basket.  He pulled out a Tupperware container which appeared to hold various types of fruits, then two pre wrapped sandwiches, and two bottles of water.  You watched as he kept pulling out more treats from the basket.

 “Um, Scott?” You finally spoke when he moved the now empty basket away from the both of you.  He looked up, a timid smile on his mouth.  “Is this… like a picnic?”

“Yeah, but inside cause it’s cold and dark outside” You nodded as he handed you a wrapped sandwich and a paper plate.  “I thought it’d be fun, we haven’t gotten to do anything fun in a while” You took the items from his hands, and began unwrapping the sandwich.

 “Yeah, yeah you’re right” You said, setting the food on the plate and beginning to pick out other things to eat.  “So, McCall, tell me something that has nothing to do with the supernatural world”

 “Hm…” Scott thought for a moment.  Should he tell you now? Should he wait? What would he say, straight forward or lead up to it? Drop the bomb or give you a countdown? Was it really going to ruin things or maybe just a little if you didn’t return his feelings?

 “Scott?” You leaned forward slightly to catch his attention again.  “You’ve been sitting in silence for a while. Would rather I start conversation?” You chuckled a little as he blinked, still trying to slow down his own thoughts.

 “Yeah.. yeah sure” Scott internally cursed himself, but stuffed his mouth with a  larger bite of sandwich than he needed.

 “Alright well… oh hey! Did Kira or Mal tell you that they’re going out Friday night?” Scott smiled at that.

 “Really? That’s great we’ve been waiting for forever for one of them to make a move” You both chuckled and nodded at that.

 “Yeah, I was talking to Mal about it and she told me that Kira was actually her anchor, how great is that?” You smiled brightly before taking a drink from your water.

 “Hey..” Scott started slowly.


 “What if you tried that? Tried using like.. A crush or someone you like a lot to anchor you?” Your brows raised as you began drinking your water again.  A way to avoid speaking.

 “Yeah.. yeah next time I’ll have to try that next time” You said, dismissing the idea for the moment.  Scott nodded, turning his gaze downward as he thought about something else to talk about.

 “Oh hey, what’d you think of yesterday?” You smiled gently at the thought.

 “I was…on a beach, and it was just me there.  I think it was sunrise, and the sand was… the sand was warm in my toes… “ Scott began to grin as he saw your complete change in expression.  You had gone from tense and nervous to calm and relaxed.  You even had a smile on your lips.  “It was nice” You finished, shaking your head slightly and looking down in embarrassment.  You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear gently.

 “It sounds amazing, y/n” Scott reassured, smelling the anxiety beginning to radiate off of you.  You blushed furiously, only being able to make eye contact for a short while.

 The rest of your picnic dinner went much like this, short little conversations and soft laughter.  Both of you with pink cheeks and an irreversible smile.  When you’d finished Scott stood, and held his hands down to you, helping you up as he always did.

 “Come on, let’s go on a walk” You shrugged and nodded, following him down the stairs.  He hadn’t tried to release your hand so you didn’t pull away.  You wondered if it just slipped his mind, but when you both put on your shoes with only one available hand you realized he was being deliberate.  This only made you smile and blush more.

 When you left the house, Scott began to noticeably and obnoxiously swing your joined hands in between you.  You raised an eyebrow at him, making him grin his crooked grin that made his eyes crinkle.  You just stared at him for  moment, unsure of what exactly to say to him.  Really you just wanted to see this smile for a little while longer.

 “You good?” He asked, and you pulled a tight smile, shaking your head.

 “Yeah I’m fine”

 “You were staring at me like I’d just told you I was getting married off to Greenburg” You burst into a small fit of giggles that made Scott’s heart stop.  You heard the skip in his heart beating and quickly looked up.

 “You okay?” You asked instantly.  Scott chuckled.

 “I guess you’ve learned every time you hear a change in heartbeats something’s wrong”

 “Yeah well I learned from the best” Scott looked at you with pursed lips.

 “The best huh?” He asked, a smile beginning to form.

 “Why of course mr ‘true alpha’ who else would be?” Scott shrugged.  You faked a gasp, and turned to him, giving him wide eyes.  “Perhaps Peter”

 “Peter Hale?” Scott snorted.

 “I mean, the goal is for betas right? Well what are we?”

 “Sure but he was a psycho, he still is a psycho” You shook your head, continuing your act.

 “He’d even evolved into this… this monster werewolf.  It was pretty cool” Scott looked down, and you laughed, nudging his arm with your elbow.  “Hey” You said, before wrapping both of your arms around his.  “I think you’re pretty neat, Scott McCall” You told him quietly.  You hadn’t realized that you’d both slowed down until you came to a complete stop.

 “I think you’re pretty neat too y/n” He said.  “l/n” He added after, remembering you’d used his full name.  You laughed airily and pushed your hair behind your ear as you always do.  He turned slightly, facing you a little better.  “y/n”


 “You’re my anchor” You froze for a moment, but a grin quickly grew the more you thought about it.

 “I am? Really? Me?” Scott chuckled at your reaction and nodded.

 “Yes, you” He restated and again you were smiling even wider than before.

 “Why?” You asked quietly, trying to suppress your smile at least a little.  Scott paused, and you could see the skin under his lip move as he rapidly licked his lips.

 “Because uh- because well uhm” He spoke very fast but lacked a reason in his words.  You leaned forward slightly, your eyebrows raised as you waited for an answer.  “Well y/n I’m very protective over you” Your lips upturned into a slight smile.

 “I know” You said with a small shrug.  “I can tell.  You push me back in fights and always try to take me home or something”

 “No y/n it’s more-”

 “It’s fine though, I don’t mind I’m actually quite honored to be your anchor-”

“y/n I’m in love with you” Scott said before you could ramble on anymore.  You froze completely, staring with wide eyes at him and your mouth snapped shut.

 “That’s not funny” You mumbled, unable to break eye contact.  He stepped closer, a small shuffle really.  Your breath hitched in your throat as your noses brushed together just slightly.

 “I wasn’t joking” He told you, you thought for a moment you were going to start crying.  You tried to form words but as your lips moved no words came out.  His eyes flickered for a moment to your lips and before you could manage a real sentence he was kissing you.  For the shortest of moments your eyes widened but quickly you had your arms wrapped around his neck and was kissing him back passionately.  Scott pulled away, his hands cupping your cheeks and combing through your hair rapidly.  He sighed heavily and pressed his forehead to yours, your eyes closing again and caught your breath.  “I’ve wanted to do that for… for a while”

 “You have?” He nodded.  “Me too” You both smiled at each other, holding one another close and even laughing a little.

 “Wait, so you like me?” You nodded your head, sucking in your lips.  “Ha, how embarrassing” He said with his stupid grin you loved so much.

 “I’m embarrassing? Did you not just tell me that you were in love with me then kiss me like we’re sin some dramatic fanfiction?” Scott chuckled again.

 “I guess I did” You let out a small giggle and pulled him back down close to you.

 “Well maybe if you ask me out sometime, I’ll say yes”

welp.  that’s that.  i don’t remember who i’m supposed to tag for scott imagines……………. sorry

i’ve got one test on monday and then i am DONE WITH SCHOOL

thank fucking science i need a goddamn break from reality

xoxo ~ jordie

kinkykeithy  asked:

For the fic title thing: 'it's too big and I'm not putting that anywhere near my hole' any ship of Ur choice ;)


Ahhhhh jeez. Alright buckle up buttercups.

Established relationship. Klance.

So Lance’s birthday is coming up. And Keith wants to get him something. But they can’t just go back to the space mall, because they’re too busy saving the universe and junk. And Keith doesn’t really have anything to regift. He’s thought about maybe wittling down a piece of balmeran crystal and attaching it to a necklace, but when would they go to balmera again?

But Keith notices that whenever Hunk makes dinner, Lance can’t stop ranting and raving about it. He oohs and hums, and practically vibrates with happiness whenever he eats hunks food.

Keith asks hunk to teach him how to make a birthday cake. It’s not a lot, but hopefully lance will like it, and the tradition of having a birthday cake will lessen his homesickness.

Keith makes him an amazing cake. It’s one of those rolled, log, cakes. There’s cream and assorted alien fruit wrapped in between the fluffy layers. Keith painstakingly garnishes it with icing flowers and delicate blue writing that says “happy birthday lance”. It’s beautiful and hunk couldn’t be prouder of him.

There’s just one problem. It’s ridiculously huge. It’s not a log cake, this thing is a whole tree trunk. When Keith presents it to lance (like hands over his eyes, leads him out to the kitchen all cheesy like. Everyone is there to sing happy birthday to him) lance starts happy crying. His chest hurts, he feels warm all over, and in between his giggles he says “Keith!… How on EARTH am I supposed to eat all this?!”. He kisses his boyfriend on the cheek, and despite Keith’s protests that this cake is JUST FOR LANCE, lance insists everyone help him take down this monster.

Lance tastes like buttercream when Keith kisses him that night.

Use less plastic! Take a tote/cloth bag with you when you go to the supermarket so you don’t have to buy another plastic bag to put your groceries in. When shopping, buy fewer items packaged in plastic! If an item you want comes in a glass jar or plastic container, choose glass. Instead of buying the plastic wrapped fruit or veggies, pack your veggies loose and plastic free in your own reusable bag.

Re-use plastic bags and don’t forget to recycle as much as possible! :)

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