hives for days

peak quality science communication is those indoor bee hives some nature centers have where the hive is enclosed and everything and is basically like a commercial bee hive but the sides are transparent and the exit is a pipe out the side of the building so the bees can just live their lives as normal and people can watch them and ask questions. which one is the queen?? where are they going???? where is the honey??? are those things babies???? you can ask the staff and they will teach people of all ages about the bees living their lives quietly in front of ur eyes in real time. that is peak quality content right there

Queer Eye for the “Straight” Guy

FINALLY, six months after I was commissioned, this thing is done.

I’m truly sorry to my donation winner, Cindy. Lord knows you never asked to put up with my procrastinating ass.

But I’m truly happy with how this turned out! And I hope you, Cindy, and the rest of y'all are too! This work is a part of the Fandom Trumps Hate auction. Check out some other cool works and support these charities this movement helps!

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Never had Castiel been checked out with such scrutiny.

The man walked around him, eyes slowly dragging over his body, just on this side of appreciative. They were green and critical under contemplative eyebrows, pushed together to form a crease in the middle that Castiel kind of wanted to poke. The man’s arms were crossed over his chest, his thumb playing with his lower lip as he circled.

Castiel just stood, arms loose at his sides, posture normal which was to say terrible. He watched the man watching him.

“Well,” the man said, facing Castiel but also kind of facing the large camera he’d brought with him. “The suit is awful but we can work with it. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of the trench coat?”

Castiel shook his head, his mouth grim.

The man sighed. “Well, I’ll figure something out.”

He then explained to Castiel some of what he was going to be doing. Usually the exposition would take place among the five men who hosted, but Castiel understood this was a special case. The usual five men to do the job was now one.

“Hi, and welcome to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy : celebrity edition. Where instead of the Fab Five, who are all experts in their fields, you have me, Dean Winchester, a bisexual hockey player who is slightly above average at these things.”

Castiel was, in this scenario, ‘the straight guy.’ He supposed that description fit simply by process of elimination. He knew he wasn’t gay because he did not wish to have sex with men. He didn’t particularly want to have sex with women but he liked them well enough: enjoyed the softness of their lips when they’d kissed him and liked their smell and general company.

So yes, Castiel could be the straight guy.

Although Dean Winchester’s shoulders looked very nice…

“Today’s victim is Castiel Novak: world renowned entymologist specializing in honey bees. His latest research publication is receiving all kinds of awards so he’s going to have a little celebration tonight. That’s where I’m here to help.”

“Okay, Cas, it may only be me, but I’ve still got some hired guns to help me move shit – er – junk around your apartment.” Dean turned to a woman wearing headphones. “Do I have to say that again?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “If you would, please.”

Dean sighed and repeated himself, this time leaving out the swear word.

This was all far too much production for Castiel. He preferred quiet libraries or the gentle hum of apiaries to the clapboards and shouted instructions of a television set.

“A necessary evil “his agent had called it. “ How do you expect to get more funding, Castiel, if no one cares about your research?”

Castiel had thought this quite unfair and demonstratively untrue. Plenty of people cared about his research! Students and… kindergarten teachers…

Castiel supposed those groups didn’t pay very much. He may have seen Meg’s point.

He didn’t know why that meant he had to be involved with a reality show, though. He glowered at the camera.

Dean smiled at him, unaffected. “I have given the crew my instructions so now I can whisk you away for a fun makeover montage.”

Castiel turned his glower on Dean.

He winked. “Yes, you’re very scary. Let’s go.”

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Kinktober Day 15: object insertion

anonymous asked:

"You're always number one." For Chloe/Sabrina (rare pair amirite?) maybe angst, or some cute fluff idk. Please and thanks :)

More prompts!!! OK Anon, you have no idea how excited I was to write about these two because its such a messed up relationship/friendship dynamic with the two of them, but with so much potential especially when paired with the idea of Chloe redemption! So here is my take on it (It’s more friendshipy than ship shipy but it is the story that called to me!) 

“Don’t worry Bee, you’ll get the hang of it,” Chat Noir said kindly patting her on the shoulder in a comforting, familiar sort of way, “we all had a bit of a learning curve.”

She didn’t trust herself to speak, simply nodding in acknowledgement.

“Really,” he continued gently, “You did great for your first time out.”

“Ladybug didn’t think so,” Bee blurted out miserably.

“Sure she did, she just…” she saw him bite his lip as he pondered his words, “Ladybug has a lot of responsibilities as the leader of our little team, and she can have a bit of a temper sometimes when she is worried about protecting people. She just didn’t want you to get hurt, it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t think you did a good job.”

“She told me that I almost got myself killed, and that she can’t do her job if she has to worry about what sort of idiotic thing I am going to do next.”

“Chin up Bee,” Chat said, “she tells me that like once a week, and I am still here aren’t I?” He flashed her a lopsided grin, tapping her on the end of her nose, and in spite of herself Bee felt her lips twist into a soft smile. “That’s better,” Chat grinned. “Trust me, you are gonna be fine, okay?”

She nodded, a little more confidently this time, and Chat held up a hand for a high five. She raised her own hand and rolled her eyes and Chat pretended to be stung as their palms hit. He gave her a final jaunty smile and a salute as his ring let out a final warning beep, leaping away with his baton to find a safe place to drop his transformation.

Bee waited a few minutes in the secluded corner of the park before doing a final look around and dropping her own disguise. It was only a short walk back to the hotel, so there was no reason to stay powered up any longer.

“Chat Noir is right you know,” her Kwami said, settling on her shoulder, “while we still have a lot of work to do, you did very well for your first time out. Remember a hive isn’t built in a day.”

“I know,” Chloe sighed, “but is it so much to ask to want to make a good first impression?”

“I don’t know what you mean, I think your outfit was completely stunning.”

“Well there is that,” Chloe admitted with a begrudging smile.

Her kwami gave her cheek a quick squeeze before disappearing into her clutch.


She turned to see Sabrina running towards her clearly out of breath.

“Oh, Chloe, thank goodness! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I was so scared that something happened to you! It was complete chaos, everything was a mess, but of course Ladybug fixed everything as usual. Did you see the fight?”

“Yes I saw.”

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