life-of-waldo

4

Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882) 

American essayist, lecturer, and poet who led the transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century. He was seen as a champion of individualism and a prescient critic of the countervailing pressures of society, and he disseminated his thoughts through dozens of published essays and more than 1,500 public lectures across the United States. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: Cover and excerpts from The Conduct of Life By Ralph Waldo Emerson. Author’s Edition. London: Smith, Elder, and Co., 1861. 

Rubber Chicken

Sam x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, kind of a crack fic because of the dumb prompt

Word Count:1.9k

Tags: @supernatural-jackles @jensen-jarpad @jpadjackles @mrsbatesmotel53 @fangirl1802 @pishposha @sandlee44 @impalaimagining @lipstickandwhiskey @27bmm @ria132love

A/N: so I signed up for a prompt email thing and this was today’s: A rubber chicken, a polaroid camera, and a popular nightclub. Let’s see what I can do with it.



You couldn’t believe your ears when the boys told you their plan for the hunt. They wanted you to be bait. Bait. For a vampire. What the hell?

“I don’t think I can do this,” you interrupted as Dean was explaining the plan. Sam rolled his eyes in the background, not wanting to risk his girlfriend to make a hunt easier.

“Of course you can, and here we’ll even get a safe word. How about…red?” He offered and your cheeks took on a pink hue. Sam cleared his throat and shook his head.

“Uh, maybe pick something else? Something stupid so we know it’s the safeword,” your towering boyfriend said.

“What about…rubber chicken?” You suggested, mind flashing back to a vine you saw of the screaming toys.

“Rubber chicken?” Dean asked, looking at you like you were crazy - you weren’t crazy.

“Y’know, cause they scream. So it’s like a scream, but a secret scream,” you retorted triumphantly.

“Rubber chicken it is,” Sam agreed, eager to move on with the hunt and get it over with.

Keep reading

Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

(rights reserved, leave credits * please reblog but not to nsfw 18+)

Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.
—  Ralph Waldo Emerson  (1803-1882) American poet and writer