Request: Hi, idk if you’re taking requests but I was wondering if you could write a professor Dean x student reader one shot? maybe some smut too?
Pairing: Professor Dean Winchester x Student Reader. Other Characters: Charlie Bradbury, Cas Novak, random douche bag being a douche bag. Warnings: Language, Smut (oral - female receiving, vaginal sex, unprotected sex), Implied cheating, Angst?, Comparing penis size to meats. Word Count: 4.3k (what the actual fuck?)
“What can happen in 4 weeks?”
Apparently a lot can happen in 4 weeks, now here you are at your college graduation doing something you only said 5 days ago that you wouldn’t do.
You’re in the back seat of Dean’s impala, both of you naked and you’re straddling him.
He pulls you flush against him, your bare chests pressed together as Dean thrusts up into you, over and over, your mixed moans filling the small space in the car, anyone could walk past and catch you but neither of you care.
◇Two months and a chance to change his grades around.
◇ Samuel x reader
◇ words: 2.4k
◇ idk guys i was just feelin this,,, its quite short and simple but also sweet and i just want you to know that I love him so much!!
It’s February. The school term started in September, making it exactly 6 months since the start of his 6th year. It’s February, and Kim Samuel is still completely and utterly failing Herbology.
He didn’t get it. Supposedly, Slytherins were just as smart as their blue-clad counterparts — so why in the name of Merlin’s bloody breeches was he failing? (He knew exactly why — Herbology was a crappy subject, and that was that.)
Potions and Transfiguration and D.A.D.A and even Charms he had passed with flying colours in his O.W.Ls — Slughorn went as far to say that Samuel was one of the best students he’d had in years! But Herbology? Bloody hell, no. He’d barely scraped an Acceptable.
And he’d be glad to leave it at that — really, he would, because in all honesty he wasn’t planning to do anything with his life that needed Herbology; however, Professor Longbottom was adamant in making sure every student in his class got the best grade that they could and that’s exactly why Kim Samuel, notorious prankster and Herbology-failer, is at the library at 10AM on a Saturday.
“I’m telling you,” Professor Longbottom had insisted, when Samuel confronted him after class to tell him that no thanks, sir, I really don’t need that good of a grade in Herbology anyway. See, I’m planning to— “You need to pick up your grade and keep your choices open. I’m appointing you a tutor — _____ _____.”
Samuel groaned at the thought, pressing his forehead flat against the cool wooden table he sat at. ______ _____. Out of all of the people in the bloody class, the professor just so happened to choose the girl that Samuel had been trying to avoid eye contact with all year.
You were a Hufflepuff through and through. Kindness and shy smiles came as easy to you as sneaking into Hogsmeade and pranking Peaves came to him. He hadn’t noticed you until 2nd year when he accidentally poured a bucket of water over you and your friends instead of the group of Ravenclaws it was meant for — but since then, he had become hyper-aware of you — and no, the sudden uneasiness in his stomach isn’t butterflies, so don’t ask, please.
Herbology was the only class you shared together. The only other times he’d see you was around Hogsmeade, in the Great Hall, or sometimes (very rarely) at the overly flamboyant parties that the Gryffindors regularly held, and unconsciously he had tried to make himself appear more quiet — to blend on more, so that you wouldn’t notice him. Which was stupid, really, because everyone knew he was and soon his friends caught on.
Merlin — who told you to look so pretty, or to be so sweet and kind and perfect? Samuel huffed, lifting his head from the table and pouting. Whoever was running things up in the sky was looking down at him and blowing a big raspberry on his life.
“’s she still not here?” A voice muses from behind a nearby bookshelf in the Restricted Section. It’s Daniel, but another peek shows Seongwoo right behind him, a large stack of books poised in his hands.
“What are you doing there?” Samuel demands suspiciously, eyeing Madam Pince nervously, “You were banned from the Restricted Section! And, now that I think of it, you hate the library. You hate books—”
“A wizard’s got to do what a wizard’s got to do,” Seongwoo interjected theatrically, letting Samuel get a glimpse of the spines of the books he hauled in his arms. Famous Fire-eaters and Moste Potente Potions. Merlin’s Beard, what were they planning? He grumbled to himself as they trotted off merrily with a wave, itching to get up and join them—
“Did I keep you long? I’m so sorry…” Samuel jumps as you seen to suddenly appear, words mushed together as you anxiously rush to explain your lateness — something about a sick kitten —, while you drop your studying supplies on the table and get yourself settled in.
(And yes, Samuel is extremely grateful that you’re too busy apologising to take notice of the red that dusted across his cheeks at the sight of you, thank you very much.)
If there was one thing you were more than often happy to do, it was to help. There was no doubt that you were one of Professor Longbottom’s favourite students, mainly credited to your passion for Herbology and your sweet personality. Because of this you were quite often picked to tutor students that were lagging or falling behind — or, in this case, failing.
Kim Samuel. Of course you knew who he was. Every soul in Hogwarts knew him. McGonagall had even remarked that him and his friend Dino were the new Fred and George Weasley. Their pranks were phenomenal and normally funny — even if you had been caught on the wrong side of one, once.
A bucket of water poured over your head. You still remember how your cheeks burned in embarrassment and your eyes burned with tears from the sheer humility, but after a timid apology from the boy you had brushed it off.
Truthfully, he didn’t seem that bad. You wouldn’t know personally because he seemed awfully quiet when you were around, so you just thought that he thought you were too boring to converse with — which differed from how Somi would gush about the jokes he cracked and the funny antics he’d get up to around her.
That Saturday morning, you were sure to awaken early enough to gather your materials and shower, fully prepared to meet Kim Samuel at the library at 10AM on the dot. You were never late — or at least, you weren’t late before today, because you were struck with anxiety when you realised your kitten was looking awfully sickly.
Without thinking, you threw on a scarf and shouldered your backpack and ran down to Hagrid’s hut to leave her with him. He promised to nurse her back to health and that was all that mattered, but in your flurry to get down to Hagrid you didn’t realise that it was more than 30 minutes than the time you had appointed to meet Samuel in the library!
So it was with shamefully hot cheeks and a rush of words that you apologized to him when you finally arrived at the library, practically dumping your things into the chair across from him and introducing yourself all in the same breath.
“It died. As soon as I touched it.” Samuel stared blankly at you, almost able to see the cogs in your brain turning. On the desk in front of you stood two plants; mere fledglings, as of yet, but if your tutoring went right, Samuel’s would bloom beautifully. This was the second plant he had been given, as the first one had, as he put it, ‘died instantly’.
“Well, these plants especially are able to sense the magical auras of those around it,” you begun softly, eyes flickering up and immediately averting themselves when you founf that Samuel was already staring at you — Merlin’s beard, get a hold of yourself! “Maybe you were in a bad mood? It’s important to stay positive around these… That’s why so many find them hard to grow.”
“Positive,” Samuel scoffs to himself, quill scraping against his parchment as he fights to fill up 8 inches on the factors needed to grow magical flowers. “Herbology and positivity don’t go hand in hand for me.”
“It’s really not that bad,” you comment passively, not really sure why you’re speaking because quite honestly, it doesn’t seem as if he’ll agree with anything you’re saying and that can only go two ways: a discussion that you’re too shy to have or your opinion being slandered. “I-it’s quite calming, I find.”
He stares for a moment. “It comes naturally to you, I think. You do it so easily, it’s amazing.”
No, no, no, no. That wasn’t supposed to come out, that was not supposed to be said! His eyes were practically circles with how far they had widened and he ducked his head, pretending to focus on his assignment when really he was much too focused on you and how he had rendered you speechless.
“T-thank you,” you coughed lightly, hands fidgeting nervously. Your eyes refuse to meet his — but his do the same, trained only on the parchment on his table. “It’s just one of those things, I suppose. I know I’d never be able to ace Transfiguration like you did…”
His ears are turning red, he can feel it. As if his tomato cheeks weren’t an indication of his shyness enough.
“Well,” he offers, clearing his throat, “If you ever need a tutor…”
“You’ll be the first person I ask.” You grin brightly, and he finds himself smiling back just as hard.
Two months. It takes two months for this blasted plant to bloom and when the time inevitably comes, Samuel has to be there, helping it bloom with his — how did you put it? ‘Magical aura’.
“I’m sorry I can’t be there,” you had pouted at your last study session. “But I’ll be at the greenhouses all day. See me after, will you? I’m sure everything will go amazingly — my own plant is going to bloom, too.”
So after kicking Dino and Vernon and even Guanlin from the boys’ dorms, Samuel is ready to think good thoughts and let this flower bloom. It’s worth most of his grade, after all, and he wasn’t going to let a whole two months of your hard work and tutoring go down the drain.
He placed the plant on his bed and clambered to sit in front of it, crossing his legs and staring at it expectantly. “The leaves will tinge blue,” you said to him. “It’s hard to miss. After that, it’s all up to you.”
Blue-tinged leaves? Check. Positive thinking? He didn’t know. He pictured kittens and puppies and his favourite singers and his friends playing pranks but nothing had happened in the ten minutes that followed.
“It’s a short bracket of time,” you had reminded him, “Twenty minutes at most. After that, it will start to decay.”
Bloody hell. What was he supposed to think about? He thought about his parents and quidditch and the delicious food the house elves made each night and even his grades and soon he was just grasping at straws, thinking about everything and anything until his mind strayed to you.
You and your pretty eyes and lovely hair and cute smile and how you smacked his arm when he pretended to fall asleep during studying and how you giggled when Seongwoo passed by and catcalled jokingky at you both even though you were embarrassed—
Samuel peeked a tentative eye open, regarding the plant nervously until his gasp filled the his room. “Merlin’s pants!”
It had completely transformed from its previous stumpy, dull form to a beautiful, bright figure. It was long with winding branches that had been dotted with small pink flowers. Samuel scrambled for his — your —Herbology book that was on his bedside table sitting among his Weasley’s Wizards Wheezes products and turned to the bookmarked page.
Aphrodite’s Bloom, the page announced. And the picture that was poised right beside it was almost identical to the plant standing on his bed. Excitement filled him as he fumbled for his shoes, taking the plant in his arm gently and running out of his dorm, passed his roommates in the common room and out through the dungeons.
He was panting by the time he reached the greenhouses, peeking through each one until he saw your figure through the glass windows, staring at your own plant expectantly.
“_____!” He yelled, opening the door with a bit too much enthusiasm. Your head snapped up, eyes brightening when you realised that it was Samuel that had paid you a visit. He thrusted his arms out, showcasing the beautiful plant proudly. “Look!”
“It’s beautiful!” You gasped, rounding the table, completely in awe as he set it down for you to marvel at. “I’ve never seen one in real life — I knew you could do it—”
And he doesn’t quite know what happens next but he does know that it has something to do with the adrenaline in his bones and the overwhelming fondness that he feels just at the aspect of standing so close to you, but suddenly he’s cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours and he thinks he accidentally squashed your nose with his, but…
He pulls away a few seconds later, breathless or no reason other than the fact that he can’t believe he just kissed you. Oh, Merlin — you look dazed and confused and his eyebrows furrow deeply. Had he read into this wrong…?
“Wow,” you breathe suddenly, gulping as you glance from his lips to his eyes and back again. “That was… That was amazing.”
He breathed his own laugh of relief as his hands slipped from your cheeks to your waist. “For a second there, I thought…”
“I didn’t know you liked me like that,” you confessed shyly, avoiding his eyes. “You were always so quiet around me.”
“After I accidentally dumped a bucket of water on your head I wasn’t so sure that you liked me either,” he whispered, smiling when you laugh beautifully.
“I see that both of your plants have bloomed,” a voice booms. As quick as a shot, you and Samuel jumped away from each other, heads turning towards the source of the voice. Professor Longbottom stood in the doorway, arms folded and eyebrow raised teasingly.
You gulp, ready to conjure an excuse when you register his words. “Wait — both?”
Sure enough, your plant sat on the table, blooming just as beautiful as Samuel’s did — and then you realised with a blush that somehow, your plant had intertwined its branches with his plant, connecting them.
“I have to say,” Professor Longbottom mused, walking deeper into the greenhouse until he stopped in front of your plants. “I’ve never seen them grow so strangely.”
It’s April, and Kim Samuel has not only an O in Herbology, but has also kissed the girl of his dreams and plans for much more.
PLEASE stop underrating Michael Jackson and his talents. I understand that everyone is not going to like him (only God knows why) or be a fan, but NEVER underrate him. I’m soooooo tired of hearing people say that all he could do was this
While he did moonwalk quite well, he was so much more than a dance move and Thriller. Michael Jackson was an amazing singer, composer, dancer, performer, actor, humanitarian, and innovator. He didn’t just take dances or music from artists before him and “redo” them. He reinvented the things that inspired him. He made them better. He made them stand out.
Michael had some of the BEST vocals ever. Even as a child he sang with the emotion and passion of a man who had lived for years. He took the time to perfect his talents. He worked extremely hard for all of his achievements. Michael unquestionably deserved the title “King.”
So many artists today cite Michael as one of their main inspirations. I can’t even begin to fathom how people can call him irrelevant. The fact that you’re trying to blur his legacy proves his relevance. In most cases, people end up putting Michael down to try to exalt their fave. This is HIGHLY unnecessary. Firstly, if you are so comfortable with your fave’s position and think they are so talented, why are you trying to put another artist down? You obviously feel like that person is a threat. Secondly, NO ONE compares to Michael Jackson. Stop thinking that they do just because your fave is obviously inspired by him. I promise your fave can still be considered talented in the same world that MJ is considered talented without you undermining his impact.
I just can’t understand why people get so offended by others acknowledging Michael’s greatness. Every time I see someone talking about how amazing he was, there’s always someone waiting to talk about how he’s overhyped. If anything, he’s the exact opposite. As I said earlier, he is mainly credited for his dancing and performing. So many people completely ignore all the great songs he wrote with amazing messages. So many people ignore his videos (short films) that have messages just as strong as his music. So many ignore the power of his voice and how it demands your attention. Why?
People choose to ignore the fact that his “Remember the Time” short film was set in Egypt, so every person in the video was black.
People choose to ignore the fact that “They Don’t Care About Us” was basically him saying, “Black lives matter,” in the 90s.
People choose to ignore that Michael said, “It don’t matter if you’re black or white.”
So in conclusion, I’m not telling you to stan. I’m not telling you to spazz every time you see something MJ related. I’m simply asking you to not be ignorant. Resist the urge to start shit every time someone talks positively about Michael. Understand that he was one of the most talented (if not the most talented) people to ever walk this earth. You’re going to hear about him. His legacy and impact will never die simply because he will never stop inspiring artists, and he will never stop being great. Please just realize that more than one person can be talented and looked up to. You don’t have to put MJ down to make your fave look good. That’s stupid.
Have a blessed day, and stay off of my blog with that bullshit :)
The harsh crash of the ride cymbal filled the music
hallways. Early morning rehearsals were no stranger to any of the musicians
that Riverdale High’s halls, however this particular persons practicing was
making it difficult for Jughead to sleep.
He made his way down the hallway until he stopped at the
doorway of the practice room.
Inside sat a teenage girl with braided hair that reached her
shoulders, earplugs in her ears as she studied the sheet music in front of her.
The continuous tapping of the high hat and snare drum filled the room as she
began the song again with even more enthusiasm as before.
Jughead stood, watching through the small window in the door
and wondered how one girl could change so much and yet still seem like the
exact same person they were a season ago.
A reverberating crash sounded as Y/N finished her piece and
sat, chest heaving, over the drum kit. She silently gathered up her sticks and
music and placed them all into her rugged canvas backpack before making her way
towards the door.
Jughead hurriedly stepped away from the door and pretended
to be engrossed heavily in the schools noticeboard.
“Morning Jughead!” Y/N shouted.
The raven haired boy was taken aback by the sheer loudness
of her voice and turned around startled.
She stood before him, large jumper thrown of some rugged
black jeans and her trusty backpack thrown over a shoulder. He gestured towards
his ears and mimed taking plugs out. Realization dawned as her face as she
nodded and took out her earplugs.
“Thanks heaps” she murmured bashfully.
“It’s uh no problem.” He said whilst running his hand
through his beanie less hair.
“I think Archie was practicing later this morning, if you’re
waiting for him” she stated.
“Oh okay thanks.”
The pair stood awkwardly before each other until Y/N waved
goodbye and headed towards the music storeroom. Jughead stood in the hallway
watching her until she turned into the storeroom and disappeared.
In the summer she
became a painter.
Her long tanned limbs were splayed against the short grass
on the school oval as she sat with her sketchbook against her knee. She sat
alone in the middle of the oval with her bag and materials spread out around
The long strands of Y/H/C had been hastily pulled into a
messy bun as inspiration had struck her.
Watercolor paints surrounded her as she became a human
canvas, mixing colors on her hand in hopes of finding the perfect shade.
Jughead stared at her
from across the oval, his eyes transfixed by her every movement and brushstroke
she made. He remained oblivious to his friends watching him but remained enthralled by the Y/C/E girl’s beauty.
She leant back and stretched her long arms above her head,
the long white paint stained dress she wore rode up her legs exposing her
tanned and toned thighs evidence of her previous cheerleading hobby.
The harsh shrill of the bell awakened Jughead from his
gazing whilst also startling Y/N, she hurriedly shoved pencils and palettes
into her bag and carefully picked up her sketchbook whilst she made her way
back into the school. With her hair bouncing
with her every step, she nimbly slid past the eager freshmen that were heading
outside to enjoy the sunshine.
It was autumn when she decided to be a
Being a writer for the Blue and Gold meant having an all
access pass to not only the English department’s resources but also the Art
Usually the students were
willing to give Jughead and Betty a hand with whatever the needed but there were
a few students that couldn’t be swayed with the bribery of extra credit; mainly
Y/N the best female photographer Riverdale High has.
Her photos were often
featured in the local newspaper and had even won awards; she could turn the
simplest object into a masterpiece with the change of an angle.
She was talented no doubt about it but her services were
hard to acquire.
Jughead stood in the dark room collecting his photos for the
newest edition for the Blue and Gold.
Placing them on the
table outside the room he winced, half of the shots were blurry and the rest
had fingers and other miscellaneous objects blocking the focus of the photo
itself- Riverdale Highs Vixens.
Shaking his head he frowned as his worst fear had come true.
Every photo he had taken was completely
The door slamming from behind him broke him out of his
musings as Y/N walked in, headphones blasting out and a
folder of photos under her arms.
She haphazardly dropped the folder into the table next to
his and craned her neck to look at him.
“What you got there pretty boy?” She inquired.
“The reason Betty may finally kill me.” He shot back
Y/N let out a chuckle before heading towards his table to
inspect his photos for herself.
“Rookie mistakes.” she muttered, as she walked back towards
Silently she sifted through her photos until she found her
collection of photos of the Vixens and passed them to him.
“Use them, I just want credit.” she stated and turned back
to the exit.
“Thanks heaps.” he mumbled.
Y/N turned around
with a smile and waved goodbye as she headed into the dark room with her
In winter she dabbled in
The scents of Pops diner greeted Jughead as he headed
towards his usual booth only to find Y/N already sitting in it.
Dressed in an oversize coat and jeans, she was thoroughly
prepared for the harsh winter weather.
Next to her sat a worn looking journal that was breaking at
the binding. Her face light up with joy as she spotted him from across the
“Finally, Riverdale’s finest writer returns to the source of
Jughead smiles at the statement as eh slides into the seat
across from her.
“Mind taking a look at some of my work?” She shyly asks.
He nods his head and takes the journal, flicking through it
he nods his head at certain parts until he finishes the book.
“Well you can definitely add writer to your ever growing of
talents.” He teases.
Y/N throws her head back with laughter and a few strands
of her Y/H/C hair falls out of her bun.
“I’m not even close to being half as good as you at writing,
it’s your thing.”
“Oh yeah, just like every other damn thing is your thing.”
“I’ll admit that I do have a lot of hobbies but I enjoy
She leans forward and puts her elbows on the table staring
into Jughead eyes.
“Have you enjoyed watching me this year? “She inquires
His face turns a deep crimson color as he avoids her gaze.
Slowly but steadily he raises his eyes towards hers and finds that her Y/C/E
are staring at him waiting expectantly for an answer.
“I always thought the changing seasons where beautiful
but then I saw you and nothing could compare”.
1. I get bored easily, with a lot of things, but never of you
2. I’m ocd about certain things, nothing important like cleanliness, just where I put things. If they aren’t there I lose them.
3. I give my heart out too easy, to friends, to significant others, and family. It’s never the same when I get it back, is that growth?
4. I’m terrified of the dark.
5. I say I love you but I don’t know what love is, because I don’t know how to feel emotion.
6. I stay up late because I refuse to sleep, where most people find peace in dreams I find nightmares.
7. I drive safe, usually a little faster than the speed limit but never around traffic.
8. I play video games to get away from things I have to do as an adult, like clean and get a job.
9. The hardest part of the day is remembering to take care of myself.
10. My taste in music reflects how I should feel about certain things I can’t feel for.
11. I’m emotionally unstable.
12. I live for smiles, even though I can’t remember what mine looks like.
13. I start off doing things in a normal routine and slowly stop, after awhile you’ll think I’m a different person, I’ve just gotten comfortable.
14. My parents were abusive and I had a rough childhood but I don’t take it out on people, and never you.
15. I like the color blue, even though my favorite color is brown because I saw your eyes.
16. I’m mentally still a teenager and I feel shunned by today’s modern adult.
17. I’ve contemplated being gay, but then I remember that I’d be hated by men too.
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So I know this is gonna be a very very small list, but what do you think the movies did right with Ron?
This has been in the inbox for a while because, as you implied, this is proving to be quite difficult.
One thing I really DO like about movie!Ron (and all of the trio really) is the age-appropriate casting. Like, instead of exponentially raising the ages as lot of films do when handling children and teenagers, for the most part HP casts actors reasonably the same ages as characters they’re supposed to be portraying (I realise this point becomes redundant as soon as we start thinking about the Marauders era, but for Ron? A++ casting definitely)
Unfortunately a lot of my favourite Ron moments in the movies are in the deleted scenes- which I think says more against the films than it does in their favour.
Taking away the deleted scenes… my favourite movie!Ron moments have got to be the small scenes that capture his character SO WELL. And again, most of these aren’t actually as a result of the movies portraying him this way, but more how Rupert Grint decided to play Ron. I’m on mobile right now so I can’t properly find what I mean but the one scene that specifically comes to mind is the piano scene in DH. Ron and Hermione are playing the piano and Ron just. Doesn’t look away from her, at all. It’s not until recently that I actually looked further into it though; when Hermione walks away to Harry you can actually /see/ Ron slumping down in the background. It’s little moments like that that make me truly appreciate Rupert’s acting abilities- the little nuances of character that wouldn’t be shown any other way. That’s what the movies did right, and even then I think the credit mainly lies with Rupert himself.
So, to sum up: what did the movies do right? Not a lot.
NaNoWriMo is 50,000 words because it’s about 100 pages which is the length of a novel at minimum. I’ve tried in years past like you without a clear enough plan. I want to try and do it this year with ItDoS so good luck to both of us! I’ve done math to try and shoot between 1666 and 2000 words each day which is roughly 3-4 pages.
Yeah! Nanwum buddies 4-life!
The 100 pages thing sounds familiar, so maybe I saw that somewhere before. Either way, it’s good to know, because it means 5000 words is approximately 10 pages, which I consider to be the ideal maximum size for book chapters. A chapter with twelve pages is acceptable, but anything longer than that and I get impatient. I’m a terrible reader.
My strategy is to try to start aggressively and build up an early lead. This is partly because I’ll have more free time during the first half of the month, and partly because I know from bitter experience that I’ll lose motivation if I fall too far behind.
Also, I’m trying to identify and resolve obstacles before they arise. It occurred to me that I’ll get locked up trying to decide what a new character’s name should be, so I’m trying to get some names on tap so I’ll have them ready to go. I should probably do the same for those “NEXT:” blurbs I put at the end of each chapter. I’ve spent countless hours trying to think of something clever for those, and if I’m doing this much plotting, I should be able to wrap that up in advance.
Anyway, I was just thinking the other day how NaNo would be extremely difficult for a college student to pull off, so I’m duly impressed that you’re taking this on. And I’m looking forward to seeing the finished work.
I will absolutely NOT be supporting a song that is mainly credited to 😷. I will be waiting for someone to edit his parts out so all I have to hear is Lauren singing. No thank you 😷, not today, not ever Satan.
We all want to support Lauren but if we stream and buy it, he’s gonna get the accreditation and recognition aswell. How do we get around this one?
Tbh i dont give slime gals enough credit, mainly bc a lotta weebs i seen back then scared me away from them with the whole “MUST FEED ON MY NUT N SWEAT”
they have the potential to be super dangerous, i love the concept of vampiric slime girls who feed on human and/ or animal blood,that are basically wandering blood bags, i love the concept of poisonous or toxic ones that contaminate a whole water system just to spite humans, acidic ones that can dissolve things all the way to the bone and more! Or even ones that can somehow seep through your pores or something and absolutely destroy you from the inside out.
I really want to (finally) start season 3 of Warehouse 13, but I’m also trying to catch up on the shows I missed while catsitting, and catch up on The Good Place now that I’ve binged, and also write fic… and also I really want to rewatch Sense8 because “Impossibility is a kiss away from reality” and “I will burn this building down before I let them touch that beautiful brain” and the proposal!! And my poly faves making a home together and picking out a giant poly bathtub and Daniela being so strong and good and willing to put up with too much shit for Lito’s career’s sake and Hernando having none of it. There is so much tv and not enough time
The thorny dragon is an Australian Lizard. This is the sole species of genus Moloch.
The thorny dragon grows up to 20 cm in length, and it can live
for up to 20 years. Most of these lizards are coloured in camouflaging
shades of desert browns and tans. These colours change from pale colours
during warm weather and to darker colours during cold weather. These
animals are covered entirely with conical spines that are mostly uncalcified. The thorny dragon also features a spiny “false head” on the back of its
neck, and the lizard presents this to potential predators by dipping its
real head. The “false head” is made of soft tissue.The females are larger than the males. The thorny dragon’s scales are
ridged, enabling the animal to collect water from any part of its body.
That water is then conveyed to its mouth. The thorny dragon usually lives in the arid scrubland and desert that covers most of central Australia. The thorny dragon mainly subsists on ants.
Warnings: Mrs. Potty mouth wrote this (capital L language), sibling fight
Word count: 1.3k
A/N: The next part to the series will be called Meeting the Other ‘Me’. I said it last time and I’ll say it again, mainly for credits, I did use some outside quotes here and there, I don’t have sources but just know it’s not all from just my brain. Mainly it is, but still.
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“Three months??? Are you kidding me Y/n?” Dean walked around the bunker, scolding you and stomping his feet with every step he took.
“Actually, it was two and a half months, you’re adding an extra week in there…also I’m not kidding,” okay, maybe it wasn’t the best idea in the world to be a smart ass right now, but you couldn’t help being honest (kind of). “It’ll be three months exactly in about a week and a half if you want to get technical,” you just had to add that in there didn’t you?
“Well if you want to get 'technical’, there won’t be a three month mark. Or another mark on your damn calendar for that matter. You’re taking the damn pills, you need them,” Dean had his finger extended towards you as he continued rambling on. So naturally you extended your own choice finger and pretended it was a thing of lipstick.
“What I need you to do is get out of my ass and let me make my own decisions,” still as you spoke, you sat at the table looking at him like you were saying 'try me, I dare you’.
Sure you loved him, you knew he loved you too. He thought this was what you needed, to have pills floating around in your system. You’d been on meds since you were three, never having a say in what went into your body. No way in actual hell you were being forced to take some meds that made you 'balanced’, you were fine the way you were.
“I’m putting my foot down Y/n, you’re taking them,” okay, now he was pissing you off, and you really really really tried not to get in a bad mood because it was like this whole different side of you came out sometimes.
“Stop wasting air by spouting utter bullshit from your mouth. I’m not taking the pills,” your arms were now crossed, if he wanted to really go down this road, oh you’d take him down it with a smile on your face.
“Yes- you are,” the look on his face grew to be deadly serious, more than it had ever been with you before.
Sam and Cas just stood silently in the background, not daring to say a single word. They both knew this wasn’t going to end well for anybody.
“Make. Me.” the space you put in between the words must’ve set something off inside of him, because his eyebrows raised as an 'I really don’t care’ look spread on his face.
“Fine, if you really want to do it that way,” wait…was he serious? Was he actually going to make you down like three pills by force? Ha. Game on brother.
He began walking towards you, but being smaller than him, you had an advantage. Quickly, you stood up from the chair and pushed it in the way of his direct path towards you. There was only one room in the entire bunker which had a really good inside lock: the bathroom. From behind you, the sound of him grabbing a few pill bottles, their little white oval spawns of hell rattling inside the container as he hauled ass after you.
Good news? You had reached the bathroom before him. Bad news? He had stuck his foot in the door so you couldn’t shut it. Before you knew it he had pushed his way in- you were trapped. Setting the bottles down on the counter he just stood there, looking at you after he had blocked the doorway completely.
“Take. Your. Pills.” he was pointing to the bottles resting in an uneven line on the counter, did he really think you were just going to take them?
“Screw. You.” you repeated the same tone he had.
Suddenly he lunged at you, pinning you against the wall with all of his body weight. Cas and Sam stood in the doorway, probably to make sure neither of you shot each other, sometimes you got on each others nerves and well- let’s just leave it at the crazy had rubbed off on him more than he already had it. Trying your best to escape his grasp, somehow you both ended up wrestling on the floor. Both of you were facing towards the door, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you backwards to him.
“Get a cup Sam!” your other brother was gone, getting the required tool for this moment of torture.
Pulling you into his lap, he wrapped one leg over you to hold you down and held your upper half of your body in his arms, stopping you from moving. Both of your arms were being squashed by the weight of his leg, leaving you powerless.
“Stop you asshole!” wiggling from side to side you attempted to get free, but failed on an expert level.
Sam returned with the cup, Dean’s hands were busy holding you still, so he instructed Sam to do the rest.
“Put the pills in the cup, then hand it to me,” oh this was such bullshit. How was Sam going to help him? How in the fuck was Cas just going to stand by and watch like it was an action movie?
Sam did as he was told, and handed Dean the dixie cup.
“Open your mouth,” one hand held your chin, the other held the cup. But your lips stayed shut tight.
“Dammit Y/n, open your mouth!” he wasn’t necessarily yelling, but it sounded like he was because he was out of breath.
His free hand from the cup repositioned to a tighter hold on your jaw, squeezing in just the right place so it would open just a bit. By now all the pills were dissolved, so all that mattered was the liquid got into your mouth and down your throat. Quickly but carefully, he poured the cups contents into your mouth, then shut it tightly so you wouldn’t be able to spit it out at him.
“Swallow,” you shook your head at his request.
“Swallow it,” another shake.
It got harder and harder to not swallow as seconds passed by, you were needing to breathe out of your mouth but couldn’t. So your nose was flared to allow more air to pass through with each quick deep breath. You didn’t want to, it was like you had no control, but you swallowed. Putting the medicine into your system.
“Was that so hard?” his grip on your face was no longer there, and his leg unwrapped from around you.
“Go fuck yourself you stupid cunt,” oh you were beyond mad, you’d never called him anything like that, or told him to- you know fuck off.
The next hour you were being watched like a child to make sure you didn’t throw up what was forced into your system, the rage inside of you was enough to burn down the bunker. He was so going to get it.