You were working at the flower shop across from your university, trimming all different kinds of plants and watering them so that they stayed hydrated. Your friend was supposed to work with you, however due to the fact she had been feeling under the weather, she left you to work by yourself. She initially came into the shop and began to put her apron on, but one look at her bright red nose and her exhausted eyes caused you to send her home at once. The store had been quiet for the first half of the day, every now and then a couple walking by would stop in or a old woman would wander in and buy something. Sundays were usually quiet so the absence of your co-worker honestly didn’t affect much, other than the fact it left you bored and a bit lonely. However, You were instantly entertained when he entered the shop around the beginning of the afternoon.
Over the two years I have been in vet school, I have accumulated a few analogies to what vet school is really like. Some are funny, some are commonly used, and some are just painfully accurate. So, without further ado, vet school is like:
Vet school is like trying to drink information from a fire-hose on full blast, while it’s raining and a tsunami is headed your way.
Vet school is like eating 20 pancakes, every single day, for 4 years. Even if you LOVE pancakes, after awhile your appetite for pancakes disappears.
Vet school is like sprinting a marathon.
Vet school is like seeing a really yummy plate of food that you have been craving for YEARS, but when you eat a mouthful, you realize it isn’t nearly as yummy as it looked a few minutes ago.
Vet school is like trying to satisfy a greedy, hungry, monster. Everyday you will have to sacrifice a little piece of yourself in order to appease it.
So my local swimming pool has this big castle structure thing. It’s full of water guns, hoses, and buckets that can tip over on you any second so the place looks flooded. So the natural Redwaller reaction…
*Running around it waving arms and screaming* MY LADY! KOTIR IS BEING FLOODED! I REPEAT, KOTIR IS FLOODING! PROTECT THE QUEEN’S CHAMBER!
@xuhwheredidkylogox Dean Ambrose. You two are both honest, happy, supportive people and your friends are lucky to know you both. Meaning when you two are together you’re this unstoppable team of sunlight and sass where NO ONE crosses either of you. Mostly because they’re too busy cooing over how cute you two are together.
Meanwhile Dean thinks you hung the sun, moon, and stars in the night sky and is constantly going out of his way to make sure you know you are loved and his everything. Don’t be surprised if this includes a hose full of wild flowers, spontaneous road trips, and him giving you cute nicknames like, “Angel,” “Babydoll,” and “My Queen”.
Summary: There wasn’t much to sunrises that you liked. Nothing gave you a reason to wake up every morning. That was, until you met Jensen, the love of your life.
Warnings: fluffly fluff, pregnant reader
A/N: This popped into my head because my four year old nephew asked where the sun came from. I replied that it came from a leprechauns ass-hole to which he replied “Wow, I wish the sun can come out from where my caca does.” I think I’d be a great mother, tbh.
No hate to Danneel! I love her so damn much, but just pretend she’s happy with someone else. Also, pretend you played Sarah Palmer in My Bloody Valentine. This was meant to be a drabble but I ended up writing more than I was supposed to. Oops? I hope you enjoy x
There had once been a day when you awoke to the sun coming up from
the horizon and you’d dread the day that was coming along with it. You’d often
believe that there was no reason to wake up in the morning, everything would
still seem as blue as it were to you the day before. The feeling of the dawning
sun hitting your skin wasn’t something you had enjoyed, though; you suppose it
was like that for most non-morning people. But the feeling of the sun on your
skin made you wish you could cower away and hide away from the world for as
long as possible.
The constant feeling of sadness remained until the day you met
Jensen. You’d met him on the set of the movie My Bloody Valentine and although
the first scene was being shot at night, you felt as if he were the dawn of a
new morning. When he introduced himself to you with a grin on his face and a
sparkle in his eyes, sunrises was something you were going to grow quite fond
Eight years since that day you first met and you were now a
happily married couple expecting another two children – that’s right, twins.
Your daughter, Justice Jay, had been excited to hear that she was going to be
an older sister to not only one sibling, but two. Though her excitement couldn’t
beat Jensen’s when he found out the news.
He was away filming when you found out you were just under three
months pregnant. You hadn’t want to tell him over the phone that he was going
to be a father to three, so you waited until he came back home. By the time he
did, you were four months pregnant and already had a bump that made you look
more pregnant than you were. You wore a loose tee to hide the belly when he
arrived and begun cooking dinner.
You had already heard him come through the door; if you hadn’t
heard him, J.J. would have given it away by screaming the house down and
running towards her father. It made your heart warm when the sound of her
giggles filled the air and Jensen’s laughter followed close behind. Your
daughter had already known about you being pregnant and you rolled your eyes
when you heard her say, “Mummy has a secret.”
Of course, you couldn’t rely on a three year old to keep a secret.
By the time Jensen had entered the kitchen, your fingernails were nearly all
chewed down to the skin and you were breaking a sweat. But you kept your back
to him and continued to make your homemade lasagna. The butterflies you felt in
your stomach was making you nervous, or maybe that feeling of butterflies in
your stomach were the two infants in your womb.
You’d sucked in a breath when you felt him right behind you and as
if it were an instinct, you leaned back into him as his hands rubbed your arms.
He placed a kiss to the back of your bare neck and his hands tortuously played
with your fingers before making their way to your hips. You heard him suck in a
breath when his hands slid across your stomach, feeling the solid bump that had
formed. He had quickly spun you around with a grin on his face and lifted up
your shirt to reveal the bump that held the precious two babies.
“We’re having another kid?”
“Two, to be exact,” you told him as his smile widened further. He
had let out a not-so-manly scream and pulled you into a tight embrace and
placed kisses to every inch of visible skin. The rest of that day was spent
with him and J.J. telling your belly exactly what they’ll do when the twins
Right now though, you were lying in bed with a large belly separating
you from your husband. You had been awake since dawn and were contentedly
watching Jensen sleep peacefully. The sun seeped through the curtain shades and
slowly rose up his body and it made your heart flutter. The man who gave you a
reason to wake up everyone morning was lighting up as if he were the sunrise.
In your world, he was the whole universe. He was the sun who lit
up your day and he was the moon who protected you from your demons at night. He
was the rain who poured every motion he had and he was the snow that fell
gracefully in love with you. He was the comet who flew into your life without a
warning. He was the shooting star that you wished upon and you were granted
your wish almost immediately.
Jensen had begun to stir which had pulled you out of your trance.
He was facing you with an arm tucked under his head and the other resting on
your stomach. His hand absentmindedly rubbed your belly as he tried to move in
closer to you. You couldn’t help but giggle at his attempt to curl around your
very pregnant stomach. His eyes fluttered open at the sound as he looked over
at you. The smile on your face made a smile appear on his before he rubbed the
sleep out of his eyes.
“Morning, handsome,” you mumbled lovingly to your husband as you
grabbed his hand off from your stomach and placed a gentle kiss to his
knuckles. His hand fell out of your own and traced your jaw instead before
cupping your cheek.
“Morning, beautiful,” he replied with a husky tone in his voice,
his thumb rubbing gently across your cheekbone. He leaned forward and placed a chaste
kiss to your lips before sitting up and rubbing your belly. You rolled onto
your back and allowed him to roam his hands over the massive bump before
placing multiple kisses over it, “I love you baby, and I love Justice and these
two just as much.”
You stared fondly at the man looking back at you with his hands
placed on your belly. Your own hands were now placed beside his as the two
rascals begun to move around, making you wince slightly but smile as Jensen
grew excited at the movement. In less than a week, you were due to have them
and you couldn’t be more prepared to have them. You’d only wish they’d come
sooner so you could finally meet the two twins you and Jensen had created.
It’s funny how much Jensen had changed your life; he appeared to
you and now the sun rises for a completely different reason. You don’t see the
sunrise as another day to be sad, you see the sunrise as another day to tell
him you love him more than anything. He changed you completely. You went from
battling depression on your own to battling it with someone who reminded you
constantly that you were loved.
Jensen placed another kiss to your stomach and caressed the
swollen bump with his hands. He rested his forehead gently against it as the
two begun to continuously quick and it caused a pain to course through your
abdomen. You sucked in a breath and tried to hide the fact that you were in
current pain, but it had continued for another minute before it settled. You
were breathing heavily by that point and Jensen had noticed this. As soon as he
looked up and over at you, you felt something pop before a gush a warm fluid
ran down your thighs.
Jensen’s gaze fell between your legs and noticed the wet patch
that was now soaking into the bed sheets. His eyes widened as he frantically
looked between the wet patch and your belly before looking back up at your face
and noticed the mirroring look you had that matched his.
“Oh, fuck,” you both voiced out simultaneously.
Jensen was the first to get up to go wake Justice up before
rushing back into the bedroom to you. He grabbed your packed bag out of the
closet before walking over to you as clutched your stomach tightly. You were
breathing heavily again and he thought you must’ve been going through another
contraction, and boy, was he correct. But soon enough, it had passed again and
you were able to breathe properly.
“It’s like someone put a hose on full blast in my vagina,” you
whined out as you attempted to sit up, feeling more of the warm liquid drip
out. Jensen held back his laugh as he quickly helped you sit up on the bed. You
grimaced at the feeling between your legs as he helped you put on the same you
had worn when you were in labor with Justice.
By the time the three of you were in the car and off on your way
to the hospital, you couldn’t help but noticed that the sun was still in the
midst of rising. Despite the chaos that was happening at that moment, you
smiled and reached over to grip Jensen’s hand. You looked over your shoulder to
see Justice sleepily grinning at the situation, quietly chanting to herself, “I
get to see my brother and sister.”
There had once been a time when you hated sunrises. But in this
moment, you were more than thankful. Jensen Ackles had been a reason to wake up
every day with a smile on your face. He helped add another three reasons to
wake up at dawn with a feeling of contentment. You no longer despised sunrises;
instead, you loved them just as much as you loved your three children and your
AN:// Wow guys, sorry this took so long! Thanks for all the lovely feedback on the previous chapters. Feel free to tell me what you think of this part :)
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I fucked up. I don’t know how, but I fucked up. And now I’m struggling to keep up with Jane’s vigorous speed walking. Though she obviously doesn’t want me to keep up. This is so incredibly awkward. Things were going so great… and now…. Ugh what did I do?
Daniel Crane sighed tiredly. In the last month, he had grown very sick of magic, mysteries, demons, and Craig… especially Craig.
“Please,” he said, bowing his head rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Please, Craig, take a human form. You know I hate doing business with you when you’re like this.”
The cloud of gnats giggled softly - a tinny, buzzing noise not unlike radio static - and then shifted. The air seemed to blur and distort like a heat shimmer for a moment, before condensing into a peculiar depthless opacity. Daniel looked away, knowing what came next. The hair on his arms and the back of his neck stood up in the presence of the uncanny. He didn’t want to imagine the way the demon became a momentary gap in existence, but imagining was better than actually seeing it again. Although he had never had the opportunity to stare into a black hole, he thought it might feel more or less the same.
“Well! There we go… what do you think?”
When Daniel looked up again, Craig was standing before him, wearing two arms, two legs, and a single grinning head. He was undoubtedly human. Daniel was horrified.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What’s wrong, Danny-boy? Aren’t you happy to see me again?” The body of one Rosemary Jennifer Crane held out its arms and winked. “Give your dear old auntie a hug!”
Daniel Crane recoiled despite himself. He didn’t like the idea of showing weakness in front of the demon, but the woman reaching towards him was someone whose death had come as a welcome, sheepish relief to the entirety of the Crane family. He had thought he was finally free from the cruel, calculating gaze of those beady little eyes.
Craig threw Rosemary’s head back in a bark of harsh laughter, clearly delighted by his idea of a joke. “I’m so sorry, detective!” he said, without a hint of apology in his voice.
“Pick something else,” Daniel muttered. He entertained the thought of blasting Craig away with a fire hose full of holy water. It was an immensely satisfying mental image.
“Very well.” The demon shifted again, more quickly this time.
Daniel cocked an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“Well, why not?” Craig tossed David Bowie’s scarlet mullet impatiently and waved a glittering hand. “You got something against Ziggy Stardust?”
“I’m more of a Dylan fan, personally. Can you stop fucking around? I can still find some other shitty two-bit demon to help me out, it’s not too late.”
Craig bristled, glaring with two-tone eyes and pursing thin silver lips. In that moment, he looked more like a supernatural creature than when he’d manifested as a satyr. “Fine. Be boring, I don’t care.” He flickered, and suddenly Daniel was face to face with the reedy, balding man in a worn grey suit who he had first met that night at the train station.
You awoke the next morning to soft kisses being
placed all over your face. You giggled
He pecked your lips and you opened your eyes. He
gave you giant puppy dog eyes
“Bath time?” he asked, rubbing your hips and
kissing your chest.
“Okay!” you squeaked getting up. “I’ve gotta get
ready first” you blushed and went to get dressed.
You chose a white tank top and tiny red shorts.
Why not show your body off to the angel?
You lead Cas to a supplies closet, he followed
behind you, practically drooling over your tiny outfit, it was a bit out of
character, but you let him go ahead. You two were soulmates and there was
absolutely no shortage of need between the two of you. It wasn’t always a
sexual need, most of the time it was just a need to be close.
You grabbed a bucket and tilted your head. “Cloth
He took them both and felt them. “I like the
You took a couple bars of dawn soap and the two
of you went to the back yard.
“Alright, the water might be cold” you warned,
turning on the hose, Castiel snapped and the water heated up to the perfect
temperature. You let it run in your hand a bit and moaned quietly
“It’s nice” You blushed when he looked at you,
you filled the bucket with the soap in it and threw the sponge in.
“Alright, here goes nothing” You put on the
garden attachment, so it was more of a giant shower and started to wet his
He shuddered and rolled his shoulders
“Is that okay?” You asked, walking along and
wetting them. He nodded as you put the hose down and took the sponge from the
bucket. You started scrubbing his wings, just hard enough to get the dirt off,
but soft enough it didn’t hurt. A few more feathers fell out as you walked
along, scrubbing. You could see a bit of dirt starting to glide down his wings.
You smiled. It was nice seeing them become clean and shiny.
You’d gotten done with one wing after an hour, you
sat down on a rock and sighed
“You’ve sure got a lot of wing” You threw the
sponge in the bucket.
“I think you’re about to want revenge and I
don’t know if I’m prepared for it” He walked closer to you and you stood up
“What are you talking about?”
After having washed Castiel’s wing, you made
sure to drench it in water, to get all the soap and loose feathers off. It
looked like it needed to be wrung out by the time you were done with it.
“Castiel come on, what do you-”
Before you could even finish your sentence,
Castiel shook his wings and the water came splashing all over you, soaking you
from head to toe. He smirked when you grabbed the hose.
“Are you serious?! You’re not a dog!!” You
turned the hose on full blast and started chasing him around the yard area
“It was an accident!! He said, flying up into
the air, getting you even wet.
“REALLY” You sprayed the water up at him and
managed to hit his face. He flapped his wings spraying the water back at you.
He laughed and you stomped your feet “You’re
such a cheater!!!” You crossed your arms and started pouting. If only you could
get him down here.
“Ow!!” You slipped on some mud and laid your
ankle to the side, pretending you twisted it.
“Y/N?? Are you okay?” He landed by your side and
pulled you into his arms. You whimpered and he kissed your head.
“I’m sorry” You whispered.
“For what?” He asked, looking you over for
You smirked and grabbed the hose again, spraying
him in the face
After a water fight and more wing washing the
two of you went in to get lunch.
“Can I ask a personal question” Cas asked,
watching you put salad dressing on your sandwich
“Go ahead” You smiled
“What was it like? When you found out about
You put your knife down and sighed.
“I’m not over it, I don’t think I ever will be.
I still wake up thinking I can run downstairs and see him. I still wake up in
the middle of the night after a nightmare and wish I could creep down to his
room and crawl into bed. If I didn’t have you and the boys I don’t know what
I’d do. I know that I wouldn’t be here. God I’d do anything not to be here”
“You would have left me?” He asked
“I would have. If it meant going to heaven and
seeing Bobby again? I would have been gone in a heartbeat. I would have made
sure I was found right away so no one worried”. You felt a tear drop and you
“Do you know what the worst part about all of
Castiel shook his head and you threw your knife
in the sink
“Never got to say goodbye”
He tilted his head as you slammed your fists on
“I NEVER GOT MY CHANCE TO SAY GOODBYE, I NEVER
GOT TO SEE MY FATHER GO. ALL I GOT WAS “IM SO SO SORRY Y/N BUT BOBBY IS GONE”
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DID TO ME. DO YOU KNOW THE HOLE THAT HEARING THAT LEFT?
DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE, KNOWING THAT MY LIFE WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME? I
lost everything that day. I lost my house, I lost my room, and I lost the glow
in the dark stars we put on the ceiling. I’ve lost everything. I’M 18 I SHOULD
STILL HAVE MY FATHER WITH ME. HE SHOULD HAVE PLANNED MY SWEET 16”
By the time you finished your rant, you were a
sobbing mess on the floor and Castiel was holding you.
“You’re going to be okay Y/N, I promise you.
I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy again. I’ll do whatever it
takes, when you’re feeling better we can go see him, you’d like that wouldn’t
you?” He kissed your head and rubbed your hair
“I can go see him?” You whispered.
He nodded and smiled “I can bring him here, or
if you want we can go there”
“Let’s go there, I want to see what his heaven
If the 2016 election is a grease-soaked dumpster fire, Donald Trump might be about to spray it with a hose full of cooking oil. Last month his campaign raised an astonishing $82 million, leaving him with $74 million on hand at the start of this month. We can safely assume a lot of that’s going toward red hats and Trump Steaks … but so far, none of it’s being spent on television ads. Gary Johnson and Jill Stein, aka “Who?” have both spent, uh, infinity times more money on TV ads than Donald Trump has.
Trump’s spent $0 on TV since the start of the general election campaign, compared to $52 million spent by the Clinton campaign. While Hillary’s people have already booked a full range of ads in battleground states through November, Trump still seems to be relying on all the “free” publicity he’s getting from media (like us!) since the start of the campaign. The only problem is, since the end of the primary, that coverage has taken a distinct turn from “Donald Trump might be a genius”, to “Holy shit, did that guy just threaten to assassinate the former secretary of state?” And as Donald’s amped up the crazy, his poll numbers have – fucking finally – responded in a way that almost makes you think American voters might be rational people.
So what in the Devil’s blond hairpiece is Donald Trump planning to do with all his tens of millions of dollars? I can see two realistic possibilities.