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i am the will of the people now!

the lack of Something Rotten content makes me sad so here’s my favorite narcissist, Willy Shakes
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Iv noticed there are tons of posts about nostalgic cartoons/shows but Iv never seen one for the original animal planet shows so I decided to make a few. :) sadly I couldn’t find pictures for all so I’ll list them below: amazing animal videos,the entirety of the animal cops shows in different cities,animal miracles,k-9 to 5,lemur kingdom,wild rescues. Of course Steve Irwin,Jeff Corwin,Nigel Marven and David Salmoni had multiple shows/documentaries as well. If I missed any let me know :)

Adam Raki and the Accidental Nurse

Today is my darling @hotsauce418‘s birthday and the trash possum extraordinaire requested some Spacedogs sickfic. So happy birthday hotty, I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

Also on AO3.


“Fucking cocksucking asshole cab drivers!”

If he looked at it objectively, Nigel would probably allow that there was a reason cab drivers tended not to stop for him. Six foot of glowering, tattooed Romanian was probably enough to make even your most toughened Californian cabbie lock all his doors, let alone the pussies who drove in this hoity-fucking-toity neck of the woods. Objectivity was not, however, one of Nigel’s strong points, so instead he elected to continue growling obscenities at the entire cab-driving profession as he moved down towards the back of the bus he’d been forced to mount in lieu of any other transport options.

“Motherfucking dick hole son of a fucking whore!”

“Could you please refrain from swearing until you have left the bus, please?”

Nigel swung to find the source of the soft but direct complaint, fully anticipating a welcome chance to knock some cheeky fucker’s face in. What he found, instead, was a face he wouldn’t wish to see damaged by his or any other fists for all the money in the world. Bright blue eyes, wide and innocent looking, were set in a pale, smooth-skinned face, and set off by waves of brown hair, just coming loose from the neat, careful shape they had been tamed into. Nigel took in the young man sitting opposite him, the old man clothes and stiff demeanour not remotely dimming his beauty, and immediately decided to switch from offensive to charm offensive.

He grabbed the rail above the kid’s seat and hung off it, leaning down with a smile to say, “My apologies, gorgeous, I didn’t realise I was being so uncouth. I’d hate to think I made you uncomfortable.”

The kid crossed his arms in front of himself, not meeting Nigel’s gaze, and said, “I don’t like loud noises or swearing, they make me uncomfortable. In addition, I have a very bad headache and am not feeling very well, so I would appreciate it if you could wait until you are further away before continuing your tirade. And my name is Adam,” he added. “Please don’t call me gorgeous, it is demonstrably untrue and therefore either you are mocking me, or attempting to use an endearment inappropriate for someone you have just met.”

Nigel blinked, and then gave Adam a slow look up and down. “Darling, I’m not sure what you see when you look in the mirror, but from here you are very evidently the most gorgeous thing in this whole damn state.”

At this, Adam flicked his eyes up to Nigel’s for a fraction of a second before he looked away again. He sighed and said, “I can’t tell if you mean what you say. Normally I would attempt to understand, but I’m really not feeling well enough to do so today. My stop is not far away, would you mind if we don’t talk anymore?”

“I don’t mind darling,” Nigel grinned. He was suddenly very glad to have taken the fucking bus this once, if it meant getting to sit next to this strange, pretty kid for a little while. “But in return, might I sit with you, seems like all the other seats are taken. Promise to keep my trap shut,” he added, holding his hands up as Adam narrowed his eyes. The kid peered at him – or at least, near to him – for another moment, then gave a curt nod of his head, and moved a little to the side to make space for Nigel.

True to his word, Nigel didn’t utter another syllable. He did, however, take advantage of Adam’s resolutely front-facing gaze to look his fill. At first, he simply admired the kid’s trim figure, his long legs and the way his surprisingly broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist. Eventually, though, he lifted his gaze above the kid’s neck and began to get concerned. There was sweat on Adam’s brow, and high colour in his cheeks. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was sick.

“Adam, I know I said I would be quiet, but you don’t look good, darling. Are you going to be ok?” The question drew no response, and Nigel began to get truly worried at the glassy look in Adam’s eyes. He was about to try again when the bus started to slow, and Adam stood jerkily, swaying a little as he gathered his things. Apparently this was his stop. Reluctantly, Nigel stood to let him past, already wondering if he should offer to see the kid home, if that would be unwelcome to this closed off young man. His mind was made up for him, though, when Adam fainted clean into his arms.

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anonymous asked:

"care to give me a back scratch?" ....spacedogs?? I am not a trash possum....I'm uh, someone else

Oh yes, you’re definitely not any trash possum I know. But, you know, just in case a certain trash possum I do know of is interested, I’m going to tag @hotsauce418​. Better safe than sorry and all.

Also this is me wading into the waters of a/b/o with a little Alpha!Adam and Omega!Nigel. Sorry not sorry.


Tired and bored of work, Nigel tossed his phone onto an end table and turned his attention to Adam.

Adam was sat on the sofa, an expression on his face far too serious for someone who was watching a film on TV. He attacked every task with a level of focus and determination that left Nigel unable to resist touching him up and teasing him until he put a smile on his face.

He watched Adam’s eyes follow the characters on screen for a moment, and then heaved himself onto the sofa, face down in Adam’s lap.

“Care to give me a back scratch, gorgeous?” he asked, arching his shoulder blades up for effect.

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Adam ran his fingers over Nigel’s back, short nails digging in in all the right places. Nigel groaned.

“Your heat must be coming soon,” Adam said absently.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you always demand more affection from me within forty-eight hours of your heat arriving,” Adam explained as he picked at a small bump he’d found near Nigel’s shoulder. Nigel shifted around, squirming away from his touch until he returned to scratching.“It’s likely due to the hormonal shifts you’re experiencing.”

Adam slipped his hand beneath Nigel’s shirt. His fingers were cold, and Nigel shivered as they moved up his spine. Above him, Adam huffed out a soft laugh.

Adam wasn’t wrong. Maybe it was part of Nigel’s personality, or maybe it was his years of posturing to hide the fact that he was an omega, but short of four days every month Nigel publicly took the role of dominant partner. But then his hormones would shift and it would come. Behind closed doors Nigel would find himself rubbing up against Adam, as desperate for attention as a barn cat. It made his face go red just thinking about it.

In a world of nature versus nurture, nature always had to fucking win out in the end.

“You little shit,” Nigel mumbled. He pressed his face into the soft skin of Adam’s stomach. “You keeping notes about me like a science experiment?”

“No. I’m just stating an observation.”

“What other ‘observations’ have you made about me, gorgeous?”

Adam ran his nails around the curve of Nigel’s shoulder blade. Goosebumps sprung up on his skin. While Adam considered the question, Nigel busied himself with wedging an arm between Adam’s back and the sofa, so he could wrap his arms around his waist and keep him close.

Adam smelled so sweet. Like soap, and the spices he’d used while making their dinner. Nigel inhaled deeply, scenting him.

“You pretend to like beer, but whenever we go out you end up drinking half of my cocktail instead. Your nose twitches when you’re upset,” Adam said. “You seem to enjoy receiving affection more than giving it, but you’re reluctant to admit it. You only ever ask for it during your heat and I don’t understand why.”

Nigel turned his head, just enough to peer up at Adam. Adam had taken his eyes off the TV entirely in favor of watching his fingers move beneath the fabric of Nigel’s t-shirt.

Nigel nuzzled his stomach. “Damn. Read me like a book, didn’t you?”

“No. The books I read are difficult to understand,” Adam said with a smile. “You’re mostly very easy.”

Very carefully, Nigel untangled himself from Adam’s lap so that he could sit up. He kissed Adam, nuzzling their noses together when he drew back.

“What did I ever do to deserve a sweet little alpha like you?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Adam said, puzzled frown creeping onto his face. Nigel kissed it away. “But Nigel, if you want affection from me, you don’t have to hold back until your heat. I enjoy touching you and making you happy.”

“I know, darling. Old habits die hard, I guess,” Nigel said. “You going to stay home and fuck me when my heat gets here? Keep me feeling good?”

“Of course. My work has special leave for mated alphas, you know that.”

Adam’s voice was serious, but the way a grin played about the corners of his mouth told Nigel he was only winding him up. Nigel stood and, before Adam could stop him, swept his alpha into his arms and carried him off towards the bedroom. Adam laughed and clutched at his shoulders.

“Then why not practice until then?” Nigel asked and kicked the bedroom door shut behind them.


I have about six more prompts in my inbox waiting for fills, so I’m temporarily closing prompts until I get more of those done. For the full prompt list, check here!

To Date an Escort (Part One)

Summary: Adam decides it’s time for him to experience sex so he does the practical thing and hires an escort: Nigel.


The alarm on Adam’s phone went off, telling him he had twenty minutes before the escort would arrive. Adam showered and dressed in his favorite sweater and the pair of comfortable pants he had laid out on his bed. He dried and combed his hair, unsure of how presentable he should be. Quickly, he shaved, managing to not knick himself. 

He had spent two months preparing–first deliberating if this was what he wanted to do and when he decided that yes this was practical and could potentially be an enjoyable interaction with another human being and afterwards might instill within him some confidence in himself, he then moved onto the second step: finding the right escort service.

This step took the longest, two weeks of doing research after work and after dinner, but before his nightly movie. There had been no rush, he was already twenty eight and a few more days or weeks weren’t going to make him more inexperienced with sex.

Two months of careful planning and deliberation and quite a sizable depletion of his funds from his saving account, committing himself to his plan, and he was still nervous. 

Adam sat on the edge of his bed, phone tucked in his hands and watched the numbers tick by from two minutes to one to the time when he should have heard a knock on his door. 

He held his breath. Nothing. He went and looked through the peephole. No one was outside. His pulse rose and panic began to set it.

What if the escort didn’t come or if had chosen the wrong agency. If even after paying, he would be stood up. What if no one, not even a professional, wanted him?

Adam sat, staring at the door and the clock on his phone, deflating as the minutes passed.

It was four minutes past the hour. There were three rapid knocks. Adam straightened and rushed to answer the door.

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