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How to dry rose petals the lazy way

My dear husband gave me some pretty white-pinkish roses for Valentines Day and as they were starting to wilt I figured it would be a waste to just throw them out. So why not dry them! My usual method of drying involved bundling the flowers and hang them upside down over a radiator. I used to do this quite a lot when I was a teenager but I have lost the patience to do so (Also I don’t have a suitable radiator in my current house anymore)

I looked around for a faster method and stumbled upon a few options:

Option 1: Place petals on a flat surface in a warm environment with lots of ventilation and leave for a loooooong time.
No. Not an option if you have a hyperactive 4 year old running around and destroying everything in his path.

Option 2: Dry them using an oven. Place rose petals on an oventray and put them in the oven on 200 degrees while leaving the oven door open.
Still takes too long for me so I found another method:

Option 3: Nuke the fuckers. The microwave, Now let me tell you, I was a bit skeptic about this. I mean, rose petals in the microwave? I don’t know man. But hey, they said on the internet that it would take only a minute. Not too bad,so I tried it.

I placed the petals on a plate covered in kitchen paper, making sure that the petals were not touching each other. I place the plate in the microwave and blasted them for a minute an a half. They were not completely dry yet so I nuked them for another minute. The came out perfectly dry.
You want them to be crunchy, like potato chips, if they are still bendy, there’s still some moisture left in them.

 After they’re nuked till crispy I placed them on a baking tray to dry for another 48 hours before storing them in an airtight container (I placed the tray on top of a closet and out of sight from my dear little monster child)

^ This is the result of me being an impatient little shit.
I put the 2nd batch of petals in the microwave for a full 3,5 minutes because, hey, maybe it’s faster than checking on them every 30 seconds…
Burnt the everloving fuck out of the poor things.
So be patient.

Tah-daah. Finished. 
The pot I used is a glass airtight pot that used to hold instant coffee. The only reason I drink instant coffee is because of the pretty pots like this one, I’m building up quite a collection of them. They’re very useful to store various stuff in

Anyway, I hope this was useful!
I’ll make a new post about what to do with them once I figure it out myself :)

Nursemaid

(Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.)

Warnings: 6000+ words of smut, Jimin POV, I’ll let you guess what kind of smut takes place


“I can’t believe you managed to injure both of your hands on the same day.” Hoseok’s girlfriend, Sophie, stifled a laugh while she said it. “I can’t tell if you are dumb or just unlucky.”

 Jimin sighed.  He had been stupid and drunk when he and Jungkook went out into the street to play with fireworks.  One went off too close to his hand, burning his right palm requiring a trip to the emergency room where his injury was cleaned and bandaged.  The doctor gave him a lecture about drunk people and explosives and how fortunate he was not to have blasted off his fingers.            

While exiting the hospital, Jimin immediately tripped over the curb and landed with his full weight onto his left hand resulting in a small fracture and return trip to the emergency room to get a splint to immobilize his other hand.   Now, every time Jimin saw someone, he had to suffer the embarrassment of explaining what happened. People had a hard time not laughing when they heard how he managed to get hurt twice in one day.

 “Does it hurt much?” you asked him.

“Not really. As long as I don’t bump into anything or use my fingers too much, it’s okay.” At least you seemed to be genuinely concerned about his well-being. That’s one of the reasons Jimin liked you, you always seemed caring and sincere.  The other main reason he liked you was because he thought you were incredibly hot.  There were plenty of nights Jimin stayed up fantasizing about what it would feel like to be with you.  He wanted to ask you out, but had been waiting until there was some indication that you were even the slightest bit interested in him.  He was starting to think that maybe he had a chance with you, but he felt neutered with his injuries, unable to do things like casually touch you and see how you would respond to his advances.  Jimin resolved to make a move as soon as he had full use of his hands again.

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Send me a ship and I'll tell you.. (KITCHEN/COOKING HABITS)
  • Who washes the dishes by hand and who uses the dishwasher?
  • Who cuts vegetables, fruit, etc by hand and who uses the easy to use chopper?
  • Who pours the cereal into the bowl first and who pours milk before the cereal?
  • Who buys/drinks bottle water and who uses/drinks from the tap?
  • Who hoards disposable containers and who throws them away?
  • Who buys milk in a paper carton and who buys it in a plastic jug?
  • Who picks paper bags and who picks plastic bags after grocery shopping?
  • Who HOARDS the plastic bags and who recycles them?
  • Who hoards salt/pepper packs, togo silverware and other togo condiments?
  • Who lets the garbage can overflow before throwing it out?
  • Who gets annoyed when someone doesn’t use the clips for the potato chips?
  • Who uses paper plates?
  • Who uses coasters?
  • Who licks the spoon/butter knife after they use it?
  • Who loses the bread ties?
  • Who kicks the ice under the fridge when it falls on the ground?
  • Who constantly cuts/burns themselves when they cook?
  • Who organizes the spice rack?Who uses the microwave more?
  • Who stops the microwave one second before time's up?

ROAD TRIP AU (made with the help of @nonbinaryevanhansen, @thisiswhatmylifeamountsto, @dr-evn-hnsn, and other bros from the DEH discord chat)

  • The Gang™ decides to have a road trip–one last big hurrah–before they go their separate ways to their respective jobs/graduate programs. 
  • Alana is in charge of planning because she doesn’t mind phone calls, can be trusted to not spend more than they’ve budgeted, and is generally more responsible than the rest. She has a spreadsheet with every aspect of the trip planned–right down to what rest stops they can stop at for people to stretch their legs or use the restroom. She has a color coded binder containing the menus of the restaurants they’re going to eat at, the brochures for the tourist destinations they’re stopping at, and the receipts for all of their reservations; she also has a copy of the itinerary for everyone. Two copies for Jared because…he’s Jared.
  •  Zoe is the deejay. While she’s procrastinating from studying for finals, because Zoe has senioritis even though she’s not even technically in her last year of college yet, she makes dozens of playlists that are specific for every different road trip mood. One is named “For When Connor Starts Being an Asshole and We Need to Drown Him Out” and another is aptly titled “Weird Tree Noises to Calm Evan Down.” She’s the only one allowed to use the aux chord and she has to keep a close eye on it because Jared’s constantly looking for an opportunity to rick roll the caravan.
  • Connor is the driver. Not because he’s a particularly good driver, but because he’s pulled enough all nighters in his day that he doesn’t mind driving through the night as Alana requires for some parts of the trip. Even when he gets sleepy, he just has to put on Zoe’s “Please Don’t Fall Asleep at the Wheel and Kill Us All” mix and he’s good to go for another six hours. When Jared tries to call shotgun, Connor tells him “if I have to sit beside you all day, I’m going to drive us off a bridge.”
  • Evan gets shotgun. He spends most of the time playing eye spy with Connor– “I spy with my little eye something green” “Evan could you please pick something that isn’t a tree for the love of God”–or reading wikipedia articles on the various trees they come across. He doles out the caprisuns and individual bags of doritos and lays potato chips that they stock up on whenever they find a Wal-Mart that’s reasonably close to the interstate. When they make stops, he’s the one wearing the fanny pack with the tiny fan, travel-sized sunscreen, bug spray wipes, and extra bandaids in it.
  • Jared is…well, Jared. He’s relegated to the back seat with Alana and Zoe and he’s bored as hell. Alana spends their car time going over the itinerary and reading guide books and Zoe alternates between staring out the window while listening to music on her phone and playing Candy Crush on her phone. Jared tries to help her out by telling her what to do, but she mostly ignores him, much to his distress. At one point, he swipes her phone because “Zoe you’ve been at it for an hour this is getting embarrassing” and nearly gets mauled by Zoe in her attempts to get her phone back. Alana is the only thing between him and certain death at that point. He also smuggles a lot of contraband snacks on board in his backpack and suitcase and refuses to share despite having more chips and soda than any single person could/should consume. 

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Cravings

❤ Soulmate Drabble (11/13) ❤

Originally posted by jeonfhan

Member: Jeonghan
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 580

When your soulmate eats something, you get a craving for what they’re eating.


“Ugh, not again,” you groaned, causing your best friend to look up from the magazine she was reading.

“What’s your problem?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow as she watched you slump over onto the floor.

“He’s eating potato chips again.” you huffed into the carpet. You had never met your soulmate, but you knew that he was a habitual snacker. You always craved what he was eating, and that really didn’t help when you had promised to give up junk food. You stood up and went to the kitchen, quickly grabbing an apple off the counter and taking a big bite of it. You chewed slowly, hoping that he’d suddenly start craving fruit as intensely as he made you crave chips.

The burn you had in the back of your throat for salty snacks slowly dissipated, and you felt proud of yourself. There. Maybe you’d gotten him to stop and reach for a healthier snack to torture you with. You took the apple back to the living room and finished it as you watched the rest of your tv program. After about fifteen minutes you had forgotten all about the food issue, and focused solely on the events unfolding on your screen. That is, until a new craving hit.

“He decided to fix his apple cravings with apple flavor gummies.” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your best friend patted your shoulder comfortingly.


The next day you were on the subway on the way to work when an unusually attractive boy came and sat directly across from you. He was wearing a long coat and a checkered scarf, and you wondered if he felt as cosy as he looked. He glanced up at you and managed to catch your eyes, but you looked away as fast as you could. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and a pink blush came over your face. He probably thought you were super creepy. You mentally chastised yourself for staring.

You heard him rustling in his bag for a second and looked out of the corner of your eye as he pulled out a bag of potato chips. You inwardly laughed, how funny would it be if he happened to be your soulmate? Ha. As if you’d be that lucky. He popped open the bag and put a chip in his mouth. You found your own mouth watering, and your mind drifting to the salty taste of potato chips…wait. Oh, shit.

Your heartbeat quickened. There was only one way to prove this hypothesis. You remembered the tangerine in your bag and quickly unzipped your bag to retrieve it. You tried to control your breathing as you peeled it, and your blood ran cold as you put the first piece in your mouth. You chewed, letting the sweet juice coat your mouth. The sound of the boy’s chip bag crinkling stopped. You looked up at him, and he was already looking at you with a furrowed brow. He ran his tongue over his lips looking at the orange in your hands and then back at your face. His brow relaxed and turned into a much warmer expression.

“Wanna trade?” he asked you, holding out his bag of chips. A wave of relief rushed over your body.

“I guess I can take those from you. I’ve been on a pretty successful diet lately, though. No thanks to you.” you said, handing him the tangerine. He laughed at you, his beautiful eyes crinkling.

“Sorry about that.”

- Marcy

tbh there are many reasons to hate on the netflix death note but like if it doesn’t have the iconic ‘i’ll take a potato chip…AND EAT IT’ line i’m out 

Two Fold

Group & Member(s): BTS’ Jimin feat. Jungkook

Genre: Gang!AU/fluff/angst

Word Count: 10.1k

Summary: The love that you and Jimin have for each other knows no bounds. But, when you’re basically forced to do something for the gang he’s in, the consequences of it all come falling down on the both of you. 

Warnings: gang activity, gun violence, mentions of drugs, etc. 

A/N: I created a spotify playlist of all the songs mentioned/featured within the story. They are in the order in which they appear. 



“What you do in this world, good or bad, will come back to you two fold”

“Well what’s that supposed to mean?” Jimin asked, crumpling the tiny slip of paper and popping the fortune cookie into his mouth.

“It means shit on the universe and the universe will shit on you twice as hard…so be careful” you say, cracking open your own cookie 

He lets out an airy laugh, running his fingers through his hair

“I swear..you and this universe shit. I do bad stuff all the time, and look at me” he says, gesturing around him cockily.

“I’ve got an apartment, a nice car and a beautiful girl”

His smile grows wide as he looks at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“Not that I don’t like being apart of that 3 but I really am worried one day all this gang shit is going to come back to bite you in the ass” you confess, looking at him with the familiar concern you always look at him with whenever he brings up his job.

Jimin lets out a sigh, looking at you with seriousness “You know I’ll be fine. In the 3 years we’ve been together….I haven’t died once”

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Happy holiday season! May your days be smutty and bright!



“What did I tell you.”



“Shut up.”

Remus toed his shoes off, “No, what did I tell you?”

Sirius closed his eyes, the rain sounding more like hail on the windows, the cars with not-crappy tires whizzing past them from their place on the shoulder of the road, “Shut. Up.”

Remus put his feet up on the dashboard and popped a potato chip into his mouth, shrugging, “I said it was gonna rain, that’s all. I said it was going to rain, and what did you say again?”

Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose.

Remus cocked his head to the side, “What was that?”

“I said it wasn’t going to rain, okay? Shut up.”

Remus put his hands up, smirking, “Alright, alright.”

They listened to a clap of thunder roll across the sky.

“You know, any old person would be saying ‘I told you so’ right now.”

Sirius looked at Remus with a sarcastic smile, “Well, aren’t you valiant then.”

Remus grinned back, “A bit, yes.”

Sirius groaned, slumping in his seat until his knees were crunched up against the steering wheel, “We’re going to be here for hours. Fuck.”

“We have potato chips.”

Sirius rested his cheek against his knees, his voice coming out slightly muffled, “You’re eating all the potato chips.”

Remus rolled his eyes but smiled, crinkling the bag closed and throwing it at his feet, “Oh, come here.”

Sirius pressed his face fully into his knees, “No.”

Remus laughed, reaching cross the center console to try and tug Sirius towards him, “Come here.

Sirius groaned.

“Why?” Remus laughed.

Sirius took his face out from the fabric of his sweatpants just long enough to glower at Remus, “Because you’re just too valiant.”

“Jesus Christ Pads, come here.”

Sirius allowed himself to be pulled, rather uncomfortably, into Remus’ lap, glowering the entire time.

His stare only melted a little at the feeling of Remus’ warm fingers running under his layers of jacket, sweatshirt, and t-shirt, fingers sliding over his rib cage. Remus dug his fingers in slightly, pulling Sirius closer, “I know a way to pass the time.”

Sirius tried his best to keep his front up, “Do you?”

Remus leaned forward, taking Sirius’ bottom lip gently between his teeth. He grinned, “Uhuh…” Sirius’ breathing hitched as Remus’ teeth dug into his skin a little harder for a moment, before he released it, “You might want to loose the glower though… I think you might like it.”

Sirius gaze melted at the mischievous smile on Remus’ face, “Well, what did you have in mind?”

Remus grinned, and Sirius let out a yelp as they were jolted backwards. Remus had flattened the seat out.

“God-“ Sirius laughed, hands falling on either side of Remus’ head, supporting himself, “Little warning next timph-“

Remus’ kiss was hot and hard, lips working slowly over Sirius’ as his palms slid, warm and dry on his skin, and for a moment everything but the constant patter of rain on the windows was whited out. Sirius let himself fall into it, back arching against his hands and chests pressing together. Remus spread his legs suddenly, knocking Sirius’ knees out from under him so that they fell together.

“Jesus..” Sirius panted, eyes slipping closed as Remus’ mouth dragged from his pulse point, the place they had slipped to when Sirius had fallen, along his jawline. It left a cool trail when warm lips were replaced with chilly air. Remus laughed breathlessly, hand moving between them, fingers hooking over the elastic waist of Sirius’ sweatpants for a moment before slipping his hand inside.

Sirius opened his eyes. His chest tingled with each rapid beat of his heart, all sparked by RemusRemusRemus; the look on his face as he watched each of Sirius’ reactions to the movements of his hands, his touch.

Sirius sucked in a sharp breath, letting a small sound escape, and tucked his face into Remus’ neck at a particularly perfectly aimed stroke of Remus’ thumb, “Re..”

“Hm?”

Sirius opened his mouth to speak but just ended up sucking gently on Remus’ pulse point instead. He pressed his hand to Remus’ lower stomach in place of words, just above the button of his jeans. His fingers felt too clumsy to ever get it undone— definitely not with Remus’ hand in his pants and breath on his neck— and he ended up just letting out a frustrated noise.

Remus laughed softly, “Having trouble?”

Sirius just shot him a look and roughly pushed up his thick, gray sweatshirt, still rain-speckled from their earlier run to the car. Remus’ white t-shirt came with it, and he threw the two clothing items into the drivers seat. His hands moved back to Remus’ pants but Remus captured both of Sirius’ palms in one of his.

He smirked, “First you.”

Sirius opened his mouth to protest, but was cut short with a gasp as Remus sat up suddenly, pushing Sirius’ jumper up, mouth instantly latching onto his chest. Sirius let his head loll back, his eyes slip shut, as Remus wound his arms around Sirius’ newly bared waist tightly. His lips were soft and slow against the dip in the middle space where Sirius’ ribcage met. Sirius allowed himself to revel in the touch for a moment before he started fidgeting, squirming to get out of the the sweatshirt that suddenly felt all too warm.

They laughed stupidly when Sirius got stuck for a moment, and Remus instantly tilted his chin up to capture Sirius’ lips, only they were almost smiling too much.

“Here,” Remus mumbled against his mouth. He held Sirius tightly with one arm, the other reaching forward to fiddle with the heat, “you warm enough?”

Sirius nodded, nose bumping Remus’, and guided his hand back around him, fingers tilting his chin back towards him.

“‘m warm.” He mumbled quietly, before kissing Remus like Remus had kissed him: hotly and fierce.

Remus’ response was almost instant, his body reacting like electricity to Sirius’. His hands were instantly in his hair, and then on his chest, then tugging at his pants. Sirius’ fingers finally accomplished undoing Remus’ jeans. They broke the kiss for only a moment, Sirius pushing Remus roughly backwards onto the flattened seat, Remus arching his hips off the seat so Sirius could slide the denim from his legs. Remus had an easier time removing the cotton sweatpants, groping Sirius’ bare arse while he was at it.

Sirius muffled a laugh against Remus’ neck and fell against his chest again, mouths colliding messily. He gasped as their bare skin touched, heat against heat, hips knocking together.

“Fuck-”

Sirius shuttered when Remus’ breath hit his neck as he muttered the curse. Remus’ hands dug into Sirius’ arse, pulling their bodies tighter together. Sirius spread his legs a little, knees against Remus’ hips, feet pressing against the center console and passenger door for leverage.

The moment he started rocking, the moment he saw Remus’ face, he thought he was a goner. The slide of their cocks was slightly awkward, bumping a little, but heaven. Sirius reached up to grab the shoulder of the passenger seat, needing something to hold onto, as he watched Remus’ eyes slip closed and draw his lip between his teeth.

“Jesus Pads…” The nickname sent sparks up Sirius’ spine. Remus’ hands tight on his hips sent jolts of static electricity through him. His hips jolted more sporadically now, slightly more desperate for the building friction. He mere image, the weight of their bodies moving together, was almost too much.

Sirius gripped the seat tighter when he felt Remus’ nails dig into the fragile skin of his hips. He let a small sound escape as Remus too started moving his hips, bucking up as Sirius pushed down, and nearly increasing the friction tenfold. Remus let out a soft noise at the same time he did at this revelation and was suddenly pushing himself onto his elbows, then all the way so their chests were pressed together, cocks held tight between them. Sirius let his head drop onto Remus’ shoulder, cheek to skin, breath fanning across Remus’ neck as he continued to hump his hips forward in time with their panting breaths. He felt Remus press kisses to his neck, his shoulder, anywhere he could reach without putting a single inch of distance between them.

“So fucking good, Pads…” He was breathless, arms tight around Sirius, “So good, c’mon, keep going… please..” He added the please like an after thought, like he didn’t know he was saying it out loud.

Remus’ pleas made Sirius’ breath catch in his throat, the soft murmurs of please and his name in his ear spurring him on to the point where his nails dug into Remus’ back and the tension was almost too much and not enough at the same time. He huffed into Remus’ neck and moved to pull back— only Remus got the message too quickly. Remus’ hand was between them in an instant, wrapping around both of them together and moving a little desperately.

“Re-“ Sirius’ hands went to his hair, threading his fingers through the tousled strands. He couldn’t seem to still his hips against Remus’ skin, “Remus, fuck- yes- God, yes-“

And Remus let out a choked moan and Sirius was finished, gone. He felt Remus’ forehead fall into his shoulder so that their bodies were almost completely intertwined, white heat painting their chests between them. He gasped for air and was only further surrounded by Remus, warm and musky and homehomehome.

Sirius’ breathing was shuddery as it slowed, his lungs and heart trying to match each other’s pace. He could feel Remus’ heart doing the exact same thing, fighting to matching his breaths. Sirius let all of his muscles relax into Remus’ chest, and Remus took the hint, laying them back down against the seat. Sirius let his eyes slip closed, re-opening one briefly when he felt Remus shift slightly, but it was only so he could pull both their sweatshirts of them as a sort of makeshift blanket.

“Good?” He asked quietly as he tried to cover Sirius’ quickly cooling body as best he could.

Sirius hummed contently, tracing his finger tips along Remus’ collar bone. Remus let his head rest back, pushing his fingers under the sweatshirts to rest on the warm skin of Sirius’ back.

“Pretty good idea I had then?”

Sirius hummed again.

“I mean, I know I said I wouldn’t say this but-”

Sirius didn’t open his eyes, “Don’t.”

“I told you-“

“You’re ruining a perfectly good moment.”

Remus pulled Sirius closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “This is still a perfectly good moment…”

Sirius didn’t have the energy to fight back and sunk back into to Remus’ chest with nothing but a light hit to his arm.

“…I just had to get it off my chest.”

Remus.”

Morgan Rielly #7

Requested by Anon:  Super cute Morgan rielly one where you guys are dating and you always hang out with the team

*Just something cute and a little fluffy. I’m not the best at writing drabbles with multiple players in the actual imagine but I hope you enjoy this one! :)*

Word count: 918

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

“Okay but you guys really need to get a room,” a smirking Auston Matthews said as he plopped on the love seat across from you, his hand deep inside the bag of chips you were saving for a bad day. You eyed him carefully; taking note of how he spreads his legs on the chair and make it seem like it’s a single-sitter chair. The kid is HUGE.

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Random headcanon that the batfamily doesn’t curse in front of Alfred, and it becomes a habit. So now they scream ridiculous nonsense at each other, like:

“YOU DRIED UP BISCOTTI!”
“SAYS THE SAWDUST PANCAKE!”
“Tim, Stephanie, why are you yelling?”
“BE QUIET, BRUCE, YOU DISAPPOINTING BAKLAVA.”

“JASON IS A STUCK UP SOAP DISPENSER!”
“AND DICK IS THE SQUISHY BIT OF A BANANA!”

“Listen, you Hazelnut Head!”
“Whatever, missed part of the windshield wipers!”

“Someone’s a soggy potato chip…”

“You’re like low wifi.”
“Get out.”

anonymous asked:

i think you're a rowdy girl who likes to skip showers and likes to pick crumbs of the potato chips she had last night in bed out of her PJs for breakfast

wjat

thats wierd

no of curse mpnot

chimeranyx  asked:

Is there a good way to keep a Gengar out of my kitchen? Sadako has a particular affinity for potato chips and I'm worried too much salt will hurt her.

If Sadako lives in the house, she’s going to get to your kitchen. You can make the kitchen a less favorable place by keeping it well lit, aired, and dusted. Ultimately, though, if she wants chips and they are in there, she’ll get to them, so it’s your responsibility to keep temptation away. Look for low-sodium snacks or (I hate writing this) don’t get chips. It’s for her good.

@fandomsunitedposts said “Pet Monsters” for a prompt!
Thank you for the awesome prompt, I hope you like it!


Ken stops trusting his dad when he’s ten, sitting on the couch and watching westerns. Sedan, Ken’s pet, is nestling under Ken’s shirt. Sedan’s been going through growth spurts lately, trying to figure what he’s going to be, and he hasn’t been so good at regulating his own body heat. So Ken does it for him.

Marcus, his dad’s pet, a huge, hundred pound bloodhound, is lying in front of the TV, snoring softly. He’s never been particularly fond of Ken, but Ken likes the look of him, lazy and content like his dad who’s eating potato chips out of his hand.

On screen, the sheriff twirls his gun, lighting up the deserted street with one, two, three shots. The bad guy, dressed all in black, yells and his pet roars. When the last crack fades, the bad guy is lying dead, flat on his back, and his pet, a fanged horse, is lying sightless next to him, dead before it hit the ground.

“They ain’t got wolves there, son,” his dad says, eyes glued to the screen. “Bad guys, they got proper evil things, unearthly things. There’s a reason the good guys shoot him in the heart, you know. It’s so the monster dies too.”

Ken’s heart leaps into his throat and, unconsciously, he presses Sedan closer into his stomach. Sedan’s been growing lately and last week, last week he’d sprouted another leg, bringing the count up to six.

That’s not even mentioning the horns.

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Voltron characters as things I have said at school during a 4 week project last year:
  • Shiro: *chugs 2 cups of coffee* “I’m going to fucking die, let’s do this”
  • Hunk: *to a teacher* “sir, I’m gay, why are you making me suffer”
  • Lance: *didn’t actually say anything, just whipped out a bag of potato chips while the teacher was giving feedback*
  • Keith: *arrives 2 hours late with Starbucks (actually just coffee purchased at college cafe)* “excuse me for barging in, but I’m going to sit down and cry for the next few minutes”
  • Pidge: *computer crashes* *whispers* "I want to die"
  • Allura: “I was gonna say “let’s stay positive everybody, we can do this” but the deadline is tommorrow and we haven’t even done even 2 days worth of work…”
  • Coran: “okay guys, we really need to start doing something productive” *spends the next 3 hours on Facebook*

ginger-ninja-bread  asked:

Some guilty pleasures for the bachelors/bachelorettes? (This is NOT meant to be NSFW)

Alex - He cooks breakfast in the evening.

Elliott - He composes music, but it’s mostly pop-ish songs he would never perform to anyone ever.

Harvey - He exercises with the ladies in town.

Sam - He draws anime.

Sebastian - He has picnics for himself in the forest.

Shane - He carries around baby chicks around town so they can see the world and go on adventures.

Abigail - She practices the jaw harp.

Haley - She looks up pictures of lizards in top hats.

Leah - She tries to make potato chips out of foods that are decidedly not potatoes.

Maru - She badly draws fantasy creatures.

Penny - She tries to make glitter slime.

Emily - Emily does not feel shame. Emily does not feel guilt.