pretty sure this is from the set of these three

Shout out to blue spotted salamanders

 Say hello to the blue spotted salamander (Abystoma laterale).

Just… wow.  I don’t even know where to begin with these animals.  I am just IN LOVE (and pretty miffed at laws for not letting me keep several dozen).   There are actually all-female populations of these beauties and they don’t just clone themselves.  Technically, these all-female populations are hybrids. It’s just.

Look, it’s honestly the weirdest form of reproduction I’ve ever come across so obviously i gotta tell tumblr about it: when  one of these hybrids wants to make salamanderlings, she has to find a male of a different species ( the species she’s related to) and breeds with him.  And guys?  Guys?  She doesn’t even USE THE SPERM’S GENETICS.  That’s almost always just discarded.  Instead, the sperm simply helps her eggs develop in the first place.

like damn.  That’s COLD.  It’s called kleptogenesis.

This doesn’t always happen though.  Although the sperm technically STILL doesn’t fertilize the egg, the genetics are used anyway, which is how we get hybrids.  This is part of the reason why ALL Abystoma are banned from California: they’re just too damn good at stealing manly lizard genes and creating hybrids all over the place.

Entire new SPECIES have been created like this, and are still reproducing like this now. The Tremblay’s salamander (Abystoma tremblayi) is a hybrid between the blue spotted above and Jefferson salamanders (Abystoma jeffersonianum).  The SAME COMBINATION of A. laterale and A. jeffersonianum has ALSO created the Silvery Salamander (Abystoma platineum).  Just.  How amazing is that?  Same species go in, entirely new thing comes out.  The Tremblay’s and Silvery also contain THREE sets of chromosomes instead of just two.

to use a game reference, I’m pretty sure these guys are basically the Asari from Mass Effect.

Scott has been staring longingly at a girl across the bar for two hours and forty-nine minutes. Stiles knows. He’s been keeping track.

“This is ridiculous, man,” Stiles says, not for the first time. “You’re a catch. You’re amazing. You’re perfect. Just go talk to her. I’m sure she’ll be happy if you do.”

Scott turns to him, wide-eyed. “But what if she’s not happy? What if I’m just another creep in a bar hitting on a pretty girl? I want her to know I respect her.”

“By completely ignoring her. Solid plan, Scott.”

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anonymous asked:

6 and 13, please!

6. who is your trash fave who is so problematic they probably have hate tumblrs dedicated to them

I’m pretty sure there are blogs set up in hate of Kylo Ren.

13. what is your heart-breakingist head canon

I’ll give you my top three:

(1) I still believe, in my heart of hearts, that while everyone knew Rogue One was responsible for the transmission of the Death Star plans, no one really knew who Rogue One was, which sentients were involved, what their names were or where they came from. Galen Erso is remembered as The Architect of Death, and some people recall he had a daughter—but Jyn Erso is a name lost to memory, buried in Mon Mothma’s reports. It takes Intel two months to realize they haven’t seen Captain Andor around lately, to wonder idly aloud before other concerns swallow them up. Bodhi Rook’s name was never known to the Rebels, and his family is informed he died in defecting. The only evidence that Chirrut and Baze existed burned up with Jedha and Scarif.

The stories and memorials make them into heroes, but they’re faceless, nameless. A different kind of forgetting.


(2) Han really does blame Leia and Leia’s connection to Vader for what happened with Ben—mostly because if he ever considered the roiling pit of misery and shame and self-loathing underneath, he’ll drown in it. (Han blames himself for everything, but that one is too big, he can’t. Not and go on living.) 

Leia blames herself, and also Luke, because she expected him to tell her he couldn’t handle things before it escalated. The hypocrisy of this occurs to her sometimes, in prickly uncomfortable ways.

Luke blames Ben, but Luke also fled to the other side of the galaxy and cut off all contact with sentient life.

Ben Kylo blames all of them, though how much he hates each for their part changes, depending on the day.


(3) Finn believes the Resistance will lose.

It’s not—he knows they’re right, that he’s defected to the side of the good. He doesn’t question that the General is morally superior to anything Hux or Phasma could ever be. But when he shuts his eyes, he can see F-squadron marching, thousands strong; a flotilla of TIE fighters roar overhead, armed with the most devastating firepower credits can buy. Starkiller wasn’t a fluke or an outlier, it was a natural extension of control. (Finn has never been reconditioned, but he’s seen others return from it. The First Order can dig its fingers into your brain and wipe you clean away; it makes sense that they could do the same with the galaxy.)

During training, they used to tell the cadets that their only choice was the First Order, or oblivion. Finn has made his choice.

Goodbye Kisses

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 3.5 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 (final)

Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: He was scared…he was scared of losing you over one stupid kiss

Word Count: 2958

Warning: cursing

Originally posted by seokjohn

The sunlight along the horizon was wearing thin marking the beginning of dusk. It wasn’t that late into the night, but you had insisted for the boys to go home and get some needed rest. They did have promotions starting tomorrow, and you didn’t want them to be all tired out staying late at your house warming party. 

“Wah, noona. Thanks for having us.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples revealing themselves on his cheeks.

You pat his back as he and the other boys stand at your door ready to leave, “It’s no problem, Joon. You guys are welcome over any time now that I got a bigger place.”

“I mean, I guess Jin-hyung is free to come over whenever he likes am I right?” Hoseok joked, poking Jin teasingly, “Hmm, I wonder if we should leave without Jin-hyung. Let the two love birds break in the apartment, what do ya think?”

Jin and you stand there, awkward with heat rushing to both your faces. Jungkook could sense the discomfort Hoseok’s joke was causing you,

“C’mon, hyung. Quit joking around.”

Hoseok looked at Jungkook with his trademark ‘nope’ face, “What? I was just kidding.” 

“Anyways, I think we’ve overstayed our welcome. Plus we got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” Yoongi butt in. Namjoon agreed with him and began to shoo the other members out of the house. Jin was the last to file out of your newly bought apartment, but before he could step out the door you pull his arm,

“Wait, Jinnie. I think you forgot something.” Jin was wide-eyed with confusion. He looked around and in his bag, but he was still confused,

“I think I have everything, jagi-ah.” 

“Oh really?” You smile and stand on your toes leaning so that your lips could collide with his. However, Jin, in a small panic, takes a step back just as you were about to kiss him. You blinked rapidly, obviously consumed with disappointed at his reluctance to give you a goodbye kiss. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you please tell us about the next Lucifer's episodes? I'm behind

Of course!
2x14 is called “Candy Morningstar”. After a few time alone in LV, Lucifer come back to LA, married with an ex stripper called Candy Morningstar. From IMDB we know that Lindsey Gort will be Candy and she posted two photos on IG with a really stripper outfit - One - Two

2x15 is “Deceptive Little Parasyte“. I’m pretty sure that this is the episode with Lucifer and kids! From photos and timing I think that this photo posted by Lauren, this one and of course this one posted by Scarlett, are related to this episode. Scarlett has the same hairband! Trixie/Lucifer shenaningans are coming!

2x16 is “God Johnson”! With Timothy Omundson in the role of God. Lucifer sets out to prove that God Johnson is a phony, but in the process, he discovers that the man has knowledge of things that only his true Father would know.

2x17 is called “Sympathy for the Goddess”. We know from a lot of photos (example. One - Two - Three) from the set that Maze and Lucifer bloody fight each other. Plus, I’m pretty sure that this photo posted by Aimee and Lauren are from this episode because Tom is wearing the same outfit you can see in the fight scene. I’m not sure about this, but usually you shoot 2/3 episodes in the same location and when you are out of base, even more. But, but! From the shooting time and from some photos and videos posted by Aimee, we see Chloe with brown hair for the first time here! I can see Lauren with her hair tied and same in this photo posted by Aimee in color, and by Lauren in B/W. If not, it’s 2x18.

2x18 is “The Good, the Bad, and the Crispy”. 

Bonus: they are shooting scenes on a carousel! Photo by Tricia - Photo by Lauren. I think this could be both 2x17 or 2x19!

Kidge Week, Days 1 and 3 (Jealousy, Change)

Strolls up with unedited fic for Day 1 of @kidgeweek two days late, desperately clutching an empty can of Red Bull

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender
Paring: Keith x Pidge
Words: 4528
Tags: Jealousy, post-war, swearing, innuendo, translation errors

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“Hangin’ in there, man?”

For someone who out-massed and out-muscled most, Hunk could move with surprising delicacy when he set his mind to it. Keith had been in the line of fire - figuratively and literally - enough by now not to startle when Hunk’s voice piped up right at his side, but the serene smile on Hunk’s face told Keith that he’d been caught. His fixation on the beings clustered throughout the ballroom had left him blind to Hunk’s approach.

“I’m fine,” was Keith’s curt reply.

Six years was a long enough time for both to know that Keith meant no offense and Hunk took none; Hunk laughed and pointed to the small plate in Keith’s left hand.

“You may be fine, but what about that poor napkin?”

Keith’s right hand stilled. The napkin on his plate had been torn into a fine crumble, the victim of a racing mind and a need to fidget.

“I guess I’m a bit bored,” he conceded.

That wasn’t quite it though, and Keith’s words must have been even less convincing than his voice, given the way Hunk shook his head and let out a short hum. Keith sent up a prayer that Hunk would question no further, and for once the universe seemed to answer: Hunk opened his mouth, and at that exact moment, a familiar voice rose up from the other side of the room.

“Hunk! This one requests your presence for the purposes of an introduction!”

Even in a room crowded with aliens of all types, Shay stood out from the rest. Like Hunk, she towered over the more diminutive species present, and it was as impossible to miss her waving hand as it was to miss the way Hunk’s smile softened as he waved back.

“Well, I guess I gotta go over there for a bit, but try not to be a wallflower all night. Go ask Pidge to dance or something.”

Keith blinked, then whipped around to face Hunk, scowl fixed to deliver, but Hunk had already begun to leave as stealthily as he’d arrived.

“But no one is dancing!” Keith called after him.

“I know!”

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Shit That Happened Freshman Year of College

I keep forgetting to post this, so here it is, my list of weird stuff from my first year at college, about six weeks late.

  • that kid who longboarded past me at like 7pm in a powdered wig (like, full-on George Washington style)
  • “Do you think Texas Roadhouse is open this early?” overheard in the dining hall at 8:30am
  • apple juice is second only to coffee in the hierarchy of drinks in the dining hall bc the orange juice tastes like shit
  • fire drill at 9pm the week before finals with 2 inches of snow outside and i was unable to put my shoes on in time, all because some asshole set off the alarm while smoking a joint
  • an impossible amount of guitar picks in improbable places throughout the first semester, including in my sock drawer at home, 4 hours away from my school
  • that time my roommate thought i had a GIANT container of cocaine but it was just lemonade mix (pretty sure she was three seconds from calling the cops on me)
  • that time the roommate’s boyfriend went back to his room after spending the night in our room and found half of his hall barricaded in his room bc one of the others had found a BB gun the night before and was without mercy
  • actually just anything involving The Bastards of A Wing (you’re welcome to ask for more specific stories, there’s a lot of them)
  • this conversation i had with a violinist
    • “You know, I’ve done the math, and I’m pretty sure that if i get hired by a strip club in Denver, I could probably make back my tuition twice over before the semester is finished.”
    • “That’s nearly a five hour drive one way, though.”
    • “Yeah, but the only other town big enough to have a semi-classy strip club is Salt Lake City, and I don’t think Mormons really go for that kind of thing.”
  • using face paint to do a very quick FAHC!Ryan cosplay for Halloween and accidentally making a little girl cry
  • the time i came back to my room, fully aware that my roommate and her boyfriend had had sex earlier, and when I walked in she gave me a shit-eating grin and said “guess who got something sticky all over the ceiling?” I almost turned around and left without another word, intending on spending the night in the library or something, but then he yells “I DROPPED MY SODA AND IT EXPLODED SHE’S TAKING IT OUT OF CONTEXT”
  • “Quantum Physics and Accounting are the only classes where you’ll truly get your mind blown.” some guy in my accounting 201 class
  • “Oh, by the way, Wyatt broke his phone on his nipple last night.” The next ten minutes were spent curled up on the floor in helpless laughter.
  • #musicmajors
    • “I bet i could pick you up.”
    • “Yeah, but can you pick up my tuba at the same time?”
  • the orchestra director doing Ricky Ricardo impressions when he got annoyed with the orchestra and we “made his Spanish come out”
  • this conversation I had with my friend in the middle of a restaurant
    • “Hey, do you like Nipplese food?”
    • “… do you mean Nepalese?”
    • “… oh. Yeah.”
  • [muffled Mexican rap music]
  • “I’m just a chocolate seller in Ireland! I don’t know how the Indian market works!” my marketing professor in an example i no longer remember the context of
  • that time someone yelled “do a barrel roll!” at a guy riding his bike down stone steps
  • [in heavy country accents] overheard while walking past the science building
    • “Pull that pin, Josh!”
    • “I did, gosh!”
    • “Alright, well, not good enough.”
  • the fucking school-approved stampede of actual cattle through the middle of campus on a Thursday morning
  • “[gentle gasp] The Property Brothers!” overheard in line in the dining hall, when they weren’t even playing on any of the TVs around?
  • [muffled shouting from the class next door] “NO, NO, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE HORSE INDUSTRY!”
  • overheard while walking to breakfast on a Friday morning
    • “Wow, you guys are up early.”
    • “We didn’t sleep.”
    • “Hey, same!”
  • that theater teacher who wore a kilt every day regardless of weather or wind speed
  • overheard between two extremely buff dudes while walking to class
    • “This is a Mighty Ducks jersey, man! It might be the most valuable thing in my closet!”
    • Might be? Motherfucker, it is!”
  • old lady ghost erotica
  • sheep on the quad. Why is there so much livestock on this campus?
  • “If you’re wearing a bandana, you’re at risk of being shot with a water gun.” overheard while entering the English building on a Tuesday morning
  • “Yeah, well, we don’t have a time machine to go back and see what happened, okay? The fact of the matter is, the Vietnamese kicked our collective asses.” overheard while waiting in line at the dining hall

honestly there was a lot more but I just didn’t write down some and this list is long enough already

A Wondrous Retcon

I’d like to talk for a minute about the inconsistency and retcon-fuckery of the latest ouat episode A Wondrous Place (6x15). Swallowing down the bile of how ridiculous it is that a Kraken would attack small hand rowed boats in the middle of vast lakes, let’s take a journey with Ariel for a moment. You see, this lovable little kleptomaniac bounced around in flashbacks that were both peculiar and hilarious, and while I enjoy the novelty of her getting to Agrabah with what I can only assume was a stolen enchanted necklace that she scavenged from a drowning person, I do enjoy the actress being back on set.

That being said, I need to announce something pretty damn important. She shouldn’t have been able to speak at all. Regina had stolen her voice.

It becomes abundantly clear rather quickly that this scene is from the past when Ariel starts talking to Jasmine.

Oh yes, a party, the Ursula Ball. I remember that, do you remember that? Because apparently the writer’s sure as hell don’t! That party was from season fucking three. It was the first time we even meet Ariel, because it was all tied into the Neverland plot. Let’s just refresh the ol’ memory. You see, our cheerful little klepto attends the ball with Snow, and when she’s not trying to pocket the forks, she manages to get a dance with her prince. Which is when he tells her this…

Eric basically says ‘hey come with me, I’ll wait for a while to see if you show up’. Ariel panics, what with only having legs to use for a few hours, but after that, she tries to get back to him to say she’d love to join him. When she swims up to meet him, she suddenly can’t say anything though. Turns out, after being forked in the neck, Regina wasn’t going to sit back and let her get away with it, and so she steals Ariel’s voice as punishment for attacking her and saving Snow.

And yeah, I get it, they could say she found some magical whatever that let her find her voice again, except, they can’t. You know how they can’t? Because they already fucking showed us in the same episode back in season three that Ariel had spent all that time without her voice. In fact it was pretty crucial for the plot considering Regina gave Ariel her voice back so she could go and get help from Belle in Storybrooke, where Eric coincidentally now lived.

The amount of shit that they undo each episode is starting to give me a migraine. It’s one thing to write something poorly, it’s another to shit all over the stories you’ve already told, time and again. For no actual reason other than you have no idea what to write now, or how to utilize the cast and character’s at your fingertips. It’s actually laughable that they make so many blatant mistakes repeatedly. Laughable, and downright fucking sad. At least have the decency to hire someone to re-watch your shit before you write another episode. Like have some respect for what you’ve already written you bunch of muppets.

This is some fluffy cuddly friend stuff for @varenneoraven <3


“I hear you’ve been feelin’ down, Y/n,” Prompto’s voice said through the phone. His tone was concerned.  You could practically hear the frown in his voice.

It had been a while since you had seen any of the guys – they were out on another camping trip and your work schedule made it impossible to hang out with them.  Prompto and Ignis tended to be the ones that kept in touch with you the most. Without your closest friends around, loneliness set in.

Prompto’s voice sounded muffled while he covered the receiver and said something to you could only guess was Ignis,  and after a few seconds of noise that sounded like they were shuffling around, Ignis’ voice filled your ears.

“We’re actually back in the Crown City if you would like for us to drop by and visit, Y/n.”

The thought brought a smile to your lips and you leaned against the door frame to your bedroom. The entire room was in disarray. You had been spending more time cooped up in there than you wanted to admit.

“Do you got emergency provisions?”

He chuckled. “Of course. Prompto will be supplying the games –“ his voice cut out when the blonde shouted, loud enough for you to hear a list of video games he had for the three of you to play before Ignis took over again. “I’ll take care of the food, Y/n. We’ll let you know when we’re at your building.”

“Thanks, Iggs.”

An hour or so later, the doorbell buzzed. Prompto swung the front door open the instant you yelled that they could come in, and he held it for Ignis, who carried armfuls of grocery bags. It had to be every possible comfort junk food in the world, which wasn’t surprising. He may know how to cook a thousand better things, but even Specs liked to indulge. He set the bags on the counter, all but one, which he unloaded and put in the freezer so the ice cream wouldn’t melt.

Prompto beelined for you after shutting the door and dropping his bag of video games on the floor. He swept you up into the warmest hug he could muster, lifting you an inch or two off the ground to give you a little twirl as well. You couldn’t help grinning when he carefully set you back on the floor, and he held you at arm’s length to get a good look at your face. There was that sweet, lopsided grin of his.

Therrre’s that smile I like seein’,” he noted with an affirmative nod. “It’s too bad you couldn’t come along with us! Have you been sleeping well? Work going good?”

“Pretty much all I’ve been doing when I haven’t been working…” you shrugged. “Work’s a slog, as usual.”

The blonde frowned, and when you cast a sidelong glance at Ignis in the kitchen, you noticed a concerned frown tug at his lips as well.

“Company would definitely do you some good, Y/n. Looks like you’re stuck with us tonight.”

Prompto pumped his fist in the air. “Hell yeah, I love sleepovers!” he hurried to the living room after retrieving his bag and immediately started hooking up all of his consoles to your TV.

“I brought some old Mario Parties. The good ones,” he called to you while you headed to the kitchen to join Ignis. “I got some Resident Evil for if you wanna get spooked,  I’ve got PT still, Yakuza 4, a couple of Zeldas… Smash. We’re so playing Smash. Have you seen Iggy’s Samus? It kicks ass.”

Ignis grinned when you accompanied him. He already had nearly every bowl in your kitchen filled to the brim with junk food. Popcorn was popping in the microwave. He opted for carbonated fruit juice instead of pop, which sounded good. You grabbed a bottle and popped the top off, then took a drink. Clemetine-flavored, and sour. He snickered when you scrunched your nose, and like Prompto, he pulled you into a warm hug after you set the bottle down on the counter.

“If I had a means to get you some free time to breathe a bit, I would, Y/n,” he said, smoothing your hair with his gloved hand. “If you want to talk about anything, you have my ear.”

Your eyes met for a moment and he smiled warmly at you, then turned to grab a few of the bowls in his hands and make his way to the coffee table in front of the couch to set them down. Mirroring him with some of the other bowls of snacks, you followed.

Prompto knew where you kept all of the blankets and pillows in your closet, so it wasn’t surprising to find him already piling them up on the couch, then flitting around the room to dim lights and double check that everything was plugged into the right outlets. He handed a controller to Ignis, one to you, and set the other one in his lap once you and Specs had sat down.

The intro for an earlier Smash game played on the screen, and the three of you got to work selecting characters.

After a few rounds, (Prom and you against Ignis and the AI) Prompto and you just stared, dumbfounded at Ignis. How in the world did he get that good?

“I believe that was called a wombo combo,” he said, grinning.

“You’re such a shit, Specs.” Prompto raked a hand through his hair and got up to change games.

“A good one,” he countered, leaning over to grab a handful of popcorn. He tossed a piece at you and you caught it in your mouth, then copied him with a handful of M&Ms.

The night went on with the three of you playing different games, huddled together on the couch with blankets covering you. Prompto and you screamed the most when Ignis booted up RE7 and took the reigns.


Prompto had his head under the blanket at one point, but the dim glow of his cellphone gave away that he was playing King’s Knight in effort to calm his nerves. A tuft of blonde hair peeked out from the blanket, along with the occasional glimpse of his bright blue eyes to see what Ignis was doing.

You considered joining Prompto under the blanket, but watching Ignis play was simultaneously terrifying and fascinating. After the first few scares and deaths he just calmly walked through the game, stopping strategically in places right before triggering a monster spawn or something. It definitely took some of the edge off.

“See, look,” he’d explain, swiveling the camera around a little bit. “Right when I touch that floorboard, Jack’s going to show up again.”

And sure enough, Jack bursts through the wall.

Prompto on the controls for Yakuza was a blast. Ignis egged him on by asking him if he was the Dragon of Dojima yet and the blonde was beyond hyped. The revelations when he played as Akiyama had the three of you laughing to the point of tears.


Eventually it was your turn to control a game – MGSV, and the three of you sang “The Man Who Sold the World” at the top of your lungs, all terribly off-key.

Prompto had never played, but Ignis was familiar with the game and kept his mouth shut about what was going on in the story. He occasionally shot you a knowing look, while playing dumb with every single question Prompto asked.

“Do you think Quiet’s like a plant or something? Like a really smart plant lady…”

“I don’t know, Prom,” he replied with a shrug.

“WHA—SHE JUST – She can just do that? Like - like she’s Reptile, right? She’s basically a sniper Reptile plant lady.”

You giggled. “…I mean…Sure? That’d honestly be pretty rad.”

“That would be the RADDEST.”

As the snacks dwindled and the three of you grew exhausted from staring at the TV screen, you all began to doze off, one by one. Ignis nodded off first, an arm draped around your shoulder. You reached up to carefully remove his glasses and set them in the middle of the coffee table, and about jumped with surprise at the weight of Prompto’s head falling into your lap. He was snoring. You grinned and snuggled into the blankets and your two friends.

Sleep eventually took you, and it was the soundest, most comfortable sleep you had ever had in a while.

Poor Little Rich Girl-Part 2

This is an A/B/O AU

Your father Lucifer, is the Alpha of your pack and he rules your town with an iron fist.  He is forcing you to marry the son and heir of a rival pack.  It is 3 weeks before your wedding when you find out Sam Winchester is back.   Sam was your first love at 17, and when your father found out, he forced his family to leave town.  You haven’t spoken to him since.  What will happen when you see him again?

Characters: Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Omega!Castiel Novak, Omega! Mary Winchester, Reader, Alpha! (Nick) Lucifer, Beta! Michael, Beta! Gabriel, Beta! Stephanie (OC), Alpha Eric (OC) Chuck (mentioned)

Master List

Introduction (all parts are linked)

Things had started off innocently enough. After I’d done poorly on my second test in a row, my Calculus teacher Mr. Reynolds had recommended a tutor. I was desperate to try anything that might get my grade up. My father would kill me if I failed this class.

“I think I have the perfect person for you, Y/N.  He is a former student of mine and one of the best I ever taught. He has tutored for me before.  His name is Sam Winchester.   Here is his number.”

Sam and I made plans to meet at the library after school.  When I arrived and saw him, I knew I was in trouble. As soon as I smelled him I could tell he was Alpha, major Alpha.  Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.  But Sam was a perfect gentleman keeping our time together focused on calculus and nothing else.

One afternoon our lesson ran late and the library was about to close.  I had lost my car for the week due to my “backtalk” so I had been walking to our lessons.  It was raining when we left, and I was dreading walking home in the downpour.

“Let me give you a ride.” Sam offered. I accepted just so I could spend more time with him.  We chatted during the ride. He asked how I’d lost my driving privileges, and I simply said it wasn’t always easy being the Alpha’s daughter.

When we arrived at my house, Sam pulled into the long, circular driveway and whistled in appreciation. “Pretty fancy digs you got there, Y/N.”

I looked at him sadly before getting out of the car.  “It doesn’t matter how nice it is, Sam.  A prison is still a prison.”  He waited until he was sure I was in the house before leaving.

As I set out for my morning run, I kept replaying Sam’s words in my head. I would be lying if I said I didn’t dream that night about Sam doing more than just kissing me.  But I wasn’t a naive seventeen-year-old Omega in the throes of her first crush anymore.

I had heard NOTHING from Sam for over 10 years, and then three weeks before my wedding he shows up and tells me I should be with him.  I knew what my father was capable of.  Getting run out of town was the least of Sam’s worries.  Nobody messed with the Alpha’s daughter.

When I leaned down at the water fountain to get a drink, I jumped when my earbuds were suddenly pulled from my ears.  “Don’t stop on my account. I’m enjoying the view tremendously.”

I whirled around to find Sam running in place behind me, t-shirt sticky with sweat, barely breathing heavy.  I was suddenly conscious of my tank top and running shorts.

“Are you stalking me now? I hear nothing from you for ten years now every time I turn around I’m tripping over you!  What is your game, Sam?“

I was trying hard to maintain my righteous indignation, but he smelled so good. “If you want me so much, why didn’t I hear from you before now?”

“Wait…” He began, holding up a finger.

“No, YOU wait! I had no idea where your family had moved to. I tried to find you, but my father told me in no uncertain terms to stop looking.” I stared at him, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

“You have every right to ask.”  He began.  “After your Dad made sure mine lost his job at the garage, and we were “encouraged” by the Alpha to move, my Dad was so bitter he refused to even talk about this place.  I went to college and law school so I could make something of myself before I came back.”

He looked at me earnestly. “Ask Dean, I never forgot you.  Then my Dad got sick.  He died last year.  As soon as I could I started applying for jobs here.”

“Run with me?” I said to Sam. We jogged off together down the path that cut through the park.  When I was sure that no one could see us, I stopped and turned to him.  “The pack meeting is tonight.  Just promise me if you get an invite from the Alpha to attend, you decline.  Do not join.  Eric is going to be there tonight.”

If was not a requirement to join the pack.  Not everyone did. I likened the Alpha to the Godfather.  If you joined the pack, you enjoyed certain privileges: The protection of the Alpha, the benefit of shared resources, the assistance of fellow pack members if needed.  But these privileges came at a price.  The Alpha’s word was law.

Those who broke the rules were punished swiftly.  Over the years, there had been several who had stepped up to challenge my father, but his strength was legendary.  No one had unseated him as Alpha, though some had tried.  With Uncle Michael as his “Consigliere”, my father ruled through intimidation and fear.

This is the environment I was raised in.  I was expected to tow the line and do what my father commanded of me until I was mated, then I would do what my Alpha commanded of me.  My father had a very old-fashioned view of Omegas.  They were to be seen and not heard.  Eric’s mother barely said two words ever without looking to her Alpha for permission. I was NEVER going to be like her.

“It has already come, Y/N.  And Dean and I have both accepted.  I will be there.  I want to meet this Alpha your father has sold you off to.”  Sam told me.

“I was suddenly furious. “Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said? The last thing you want is my Dad poking his nose into your business.  You only want to meet Eric so you can size up the competition.”

Sam reached out, his huge hands grabbing my upper arms and pushing my back against a tree. He pressed his body against mine, showing his Alpha dominance.  He ran his lips down the column of my neck, tongue licking the sweat off.  When he dragged his teeth over the spot where my neck and shoulder met, I whimpered and clawed at his back, trying to get him closer.

“What would your Daddy say if he knew I had you here, panting and moaning underneath me? Does Eric make you hot like this? Does he?  I could take you right now, and you would let me, wouldn’t you?”

His words pierced through my endorphin-fueled haze like a dart.  Yes, I probably would have let him take me right here, but I would die before I’d admit it now. 

“You bastard,” I whispered.  I pushed hard against Sam’s chest to make him let me go.  It was like trying to move a brick wall.  I was mortified that I had lost control like that.

“I am your Alpha, Y/N.  The sooner you realize that the easier this will be. I don’t care what your father says.  I mean to see this through to the end. Your mine, and I don’t share.  I’ll see you tonight.  I can’t wait to meet Eric.” 

Sam kissed me hard, so hard I saw stars.  Then he let me go and jogged off down the path while I fought to collect myself.  I wondered what I would have to do to get out of the pack meeting.  My Dad would accept nothing short of my actual death, and even then he would probably demand to see the body.

My life had been a whole lot simplier before Sam Winchester came back to town.

Part 3

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anonymous asked:

I feel as though Thomas would stress Alex's need for rest after a long stressful day while he is watching Alex work out- in which case he would probably pick him up and just take him to their shower or bed. What are your thoughts?

Thomas eyed Alex as his boyfriend did another set of sit ups, his chest heaving and his face flushed from the effort. 

Alex and Thomas were the only ones left in the gym, seeing how it was nearing one A.M. and Alex had dragged Thomas to the gym just to do his workout routine. It’s not like Thomas minded, he didn’t really fall asleep until two or three in the morning sometimes, but he was mainly concerned over Alex’s health. That being he was pretty sure that Alex hadn’t slept in nearly three days and he still insisted on going to the gym in the middle of the night. 

Alex did another sit up, groaning with the effort it caused him, and Thomas finally decided that his boyfriend needed rest and he needed it now. He stood from where he sat on a nearby bench and went over to Alex, pressing a hand to his shoulder to stop him in his last sit up.

“What is it?” Alex asked, panting and uncurling from his position on the gym floor. 

“You need rest, that’s what’s up.” Thomas proclaimed, glaring at Alex with finality in his voice. 

Alex scoffed, reaching for his water bottle and taking a sip before answering, “Yeah, no, I still have to do-”

“I wasn’t making a suggestion, Alex. You’re exhausted. When was the last time you slept?”

Alex paused, furrowing his brow in concentration as he tried to remember his last full nights sleep. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Doesn’t matter, I’m not done yet.” 

“Babe… You need to sleep, I’m serious. You can’t trudge to the gym after a long day like you had. You deserve to rest.” Thomas pleaded, staring at Alex.

Alex looked down at the ground, not meeting Thomas’ eyes. Thomas sighed and wrapped his arms around Alex, picking him up.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Alex demanded halfheartedly.

“You’re going to shower and then we’re going back home.” Thomas replied.


“Not buts” Thomas cut in, “You need sleep and you’re gonna get it.” Thomas walked them over to the showers and finally put Alex down. “You get clean and I’ll clean up our stuff. Okay?”

Alex didn’t answer.

“Okay?” Thomas repeated forcibly. 

“Okay.” Alex huffed, walking out of Thomas’ line of site as he went to go bathe. 

Thomas watched him go and then turned to go and gather their things. After about twenty minutes, Alex walked back out, his hair still shimmering and dressed in an oversized sweatshirt to hide his breasts.

“Ready?” Alex asked, which was quickly follower by a yawn.

Thomas chuckled. “Yeah. Can I sleep in your dorm tonight, by the way? I don’t want to wake up Jemmy.”

Alex laughed softly, “That was a given, hon’.”

Have Some Fun At Work

I got a little inspiration from @ask-dark-ask-light while we were messaging each other. 
And because I know how much she likes Natemare, I’m going to tease her and the lot of you. 
Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by crystalfier

It had only been three hours!? You’ve been sitting at this damn desk for only three hours? 
You were sure it had been longer. To assure yourself, you checked your phone. Not trusting the computer’s clock at all. 
But, your phone read the same time and you shoved it back in your bag with a frustrated sigh. 
This week had been going pretty good. You got your own office! Set with a new desk chair, a shiny new desk and even a little cupboard for storage.
The boss even gave you a new coffee mug! 
But as the week reached Friday, you found the weekend couldn’t come quick enough. 
Sighing heavily, you returned to work. Kicking off your shoes for better comfort and tapping away on the keyboard. Allowing your mind to block out the world beyond your office door. 
Your brain was doing such a good job at blocking everything out, that you failed to notice wisps of grey smoke trickling under your door. 
The smoke slithered along the ground, a tendril peeking under your desk to tickle the bottom of your foot. 
You jerked back and ducked down to see what had touched you. But seeing nothing, you returned to your original position and cried out in shock. 
“Morning, my lady.” Natemare smirked from his seat on your desk. “Did I scare you?” 
You glared up at Mare, “What are you doing here?  I thought I made it clear. No work visits.” 
Natemare sighed, leaning on his hand as he picked up a pen and twirled it between his fingers. 
“I got bored at home. I thought you could use a break from…whatever it is you’re doing.” Natemare smiled innocently at you. But pouting slightly when you snatched the pen from his grasp. 
“I’m fine, Mare. Now scat before someone sees you.” You shooed him off your desk with a wave of your hand. He poked his tongue at you and disappeared into a thin cloud of smoke. 

Natemare however didn’t leave your office. You came to that realization when you felt phantom hands crawling up your legs. 
“Mare!” You hissed. “Stop it.” 
But the man kept going. You felt his fingers glide along your skin, massaging your thighs and further reaching towards your hips. 
You squirmed a little when he kneaded that ticklish spot, but kept your lips firmly pressed together. 
“Aww, come on sweetheart.” Natemare’s voice whispered from your right shoulder. “You know, time goes faster when you’re having fun. And I could definitely make it fly.”
His voice was something between a purr and a soft growl. Ghostly lips brushed your collarbone and you shivered. 
You couldn’t see it, but Natemare’s smoke cloud surrounded you. The only indication that you were trapped there, was Mare’s touch and the faint smell of a campfire. 
You bit down a moan when his fingers rubbed you through your pants. 
“I’m going to…murder you.” You forced the words from your lips. Trying to ignore the arousal Natemare was inducing between your legs. 
You made a grab for his wrist when they twitched firmly down there. But you felt only air. 
Natemare chuckled, his lips trailing along your jawline. “You can’t stop me now, babe. Not until you take a break and spend it with me.” 
His fingers slid under the waist-line of your pants. His touch firm as he worked on you with slow, teasing movements.
“I…need to work.” You coughed to cover up another moan that bubbled through your chest. “Mare we can…oh god….do this later.” 
You had to grip your desk to stop yourself from bucking against his hand. You glimpsed a shadow pass your door and you hoped your expression was calmer than how your body felt. 
Natemare quickened his pace between your legs. Relentlessly pounding, while his other hand held your hips still. 
A loud curse escaped your lips and you whimpered when someone knock on your door. 
“Everything ok, (Y/N)?” Your co-worker asked. 
Natemare lifted his lips from your skin, his voice mimicking your own. 
“Just dropped my pen, nothing major.” 
You leaned against your desk, your forehead pressing against the surface as you clamped down on the groan. 
“M-Mare…please,” You weren’t sure what you wanted more. Your release or for him to stop. 
But when Natemare chuckled, pulling his fingers away, you whirled on him as he became flesh. 
Natemare dove forward, planting his hands on the arms of your chair and trapping you against the back of the seat as he kissed you. 
You were both hungry. Your lips a frenzy as his tongue invaded your mouth. You gripped his shirt, pulling him closer as you consumed him in the kiss.
But then you pulled away and pushed him back. His confused frown was quickly replaced with a wide smirk as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged him towards the cupboard. 
“You get ten minutes.” You hissed, shoving him into the small space. 
“I can make that work.” He replied smugly. Once the door was closed, Natemare returned to his smoke form and you felt invisible hands press you against the wall. A pair of phantom lips passed through the crotch of your pants to take you in his mouth.
You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to stop the loud sounds of pleasure from escaping. 
It wasn’t long before you were both too busy with each other to realise that it was more than ten minutes before you left that cupboard.

Happy Birthday Pauline!!!

So here is a little present for you I hope you like it and if not well…it’s the thought that counts…right?

Note: this is set in the future.

We Could Be Friends, Me and You

Six months ago.

Robert didn’t know what he was thinking - Okay, he knew, he was just pretty sure he was nuts. He was standing outside the garage, contemplating going inside to speak to Cain about Aaron’s nightmares. It had been three months since Aaron came home from prison and the bad dreams were still happening, just as regularly as they had when he’d first gotten released.

Robert was more than a little bit pissed at Aaron’s therapist. She seemed fairly useless, with only broad spectrum ideas on how to fix things, but his husband needed someone to talk to and at least she could be that for him.

“Why are you loitering on my property Sugden? Shouldn’t you be home, doing gross newlywed things to my nephew?” Cain said when he spotted Robert standing there.

Robert wasn’t about to back down or give up just because Cain was giving him the stink-eye. “I need to talk to you about Aaron he…”

“No,” Cain said, dismissing him before he could finish. Robert watched as Cain walked back into the garage and out of sight. He wasn’t afraid of Cain, he could totally do this. He was more afraid for Aaron, getting so stressed by the nightmares that he might hurt himself on purpose or from lack of sleep. “It’s important, it’s about his time in prison. He’s still having nightmares. Please, Cain, you must know I wouldn’t have come to you if it wasn’t bad,” Robert said, as he followed Cain into the garage.

“Worried about him messing with your beauty sleep?” Cain mocked, wiping his dirty hands on an even dirtier rag. It was distracting. Why would anybody bother?

Robert pulled himself out of his internal quest for logic and said “What? No, but he does keep trying to move into the spare room because he doesn’t want to keep waking me. I could not give two shits about losing sleep, I just want to sleep with my husband beside me and I am worried if this continues he might revert to self-harming. I’m already checking him every night for new marks. He knows what I’m doing and he’s humouring me for now, but Cain, we can’t keep this up. He’s hurting and I don’t know what to do.”

Cain just stood there for a minute, looking at Robert as if he was silently judging his entire existence. Cain pinched the bridge of his nose before letting out a deep sigh, the harsh gust of air illustrating his irritation.

“There’s this thing, that I did after getting out, that helped but it will only work if Aaron agrees to it. He must be committed to finding a solution out of it, otherwise, it is a waste of time,” Cain said, his words clipped and low as if to stave off the chance of anyone overhearing their conversation.

Robert knew better than to interrupt, he waited for Cain to continue.

“It’s call IRT, basically Aaron will need to write down all the details from his nightmares and then change the theme. Give the dream a new ending, write a joke, make him taller than his opponent, something to change the flow of the dream. The other thing he can try is to think about what he’d like to dream about instead. He needs to do this for about twenty minutes before falling asleep each night, to help break the negative thought processes surrounding those memories,” Cain explained. He turned back to his work clearly finished with Robert, it was an obvious banishment.

Five and a bit months ago.

Cain looked up from the engine he was pulling apart and let out a grunt, “Why are you here?”.

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Getting The Girl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: Swearing, violence.

Summary: Buck’s in love with you, but he cant stand your boyfriend till things between the two of you and go wrong, Buck’s the one that’s saving you.


“I think if you stare any harder, you might just pop a blood vessel.” Sam chuckles setting his glass back on the table. Steve laughs next to him, as they watch Buck moon over (Y/N) and death glare at her boyfriend Adam.

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Okay, so I don't know how many people watch the Netflix series Hemlock Grove,

but I just finished season two, and it is legitimately the only show I’ve ever seen that depicts a relatively healthy polyamorous relationship and I was not prepared.

Like at first it seemed like it might be a joke; oh look, another love triangle between a girl, a werewolf, and a vampire, whoopie. Then it breaks that trope by seeming to go for a sexy threesome involving the couple that looks suspiciously like queerbaiting. But then they just… well, stayed in a really healthy polyamorous relationship for the rest of the season, and it just became no big deal?? Like, they didn’t just ignore it, but there were no weird alpha male type jealousy issues or anything. They all seemed to be cool and on the same page. And the whole show doesn’t stop to revolve around it, either–it’s just a thing that they all do.

And the three of them were even raising a baby together. Like it’s Hemlock Grove, so it’s known for its dark and gory story style and also for not letting anyone be happy for long, so things aren’t great by any means, but pretty much all of their problems come from the supernatural aspect. Like if they weren’t supernatural creatures, I’m pretty sure their tri-parent set up would have worked indefinitely. I’ve never seen something be so casual and normal about polyamory, but it really was treated like any other relationship and that was really cool.

anonymous asked:

Can you just maybe write like a continuation of the Band AU. Like maybe Tommy meeting Trinis mom and stuff and maybe fluff between the girls

On Trini’s mom, Tommy Is a Girl’s Name, Kim trying to be the favorite, and Zack’s attempt to summarize it all in song form:

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I know.”

“Really, it’s not.”


“So the pouting is… you being totally okay with it?”

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He Doesn’t Think I’m Old (a ‘We Intertwined’ fan drabble)

This is basically a short, silly drabble with an explanation as to why Lucas grows to call Cor ‘Uncle’ instead of ‘Grandpa’ LMAO! It’s not much of an explanation- but the banter between Cor and Raine was really fun to write. Plus, there’s a little tie in at the end as to where Aurora got her potty mouth from heh.

OCs all belong to @nifwrites :D Hope this makes you giggle a little Niffy! Haha!

Tagging possibly interested pals: @nifwrites, @blindbae, @cupnoodle-queen and @the-lucian-archives (because Cor <3)

He Doesn’t Think I’m Old (a short drabble set in the We Intertwined Soulmate AU)

Cor wasn’t quite sure how Lucas had decided to call him ‘Uncle’ Cor instead of ‘Grandpa’ Cor- like Aurora. He was pretty sure it went something like this:

[Flashback: When Lucas was three-and-a-half years old…]

Raine had pretty much settled her three and a half year old son into the marshal’s arms, an apologetic smile on her face as she rubbed at her lower back. Belly distended, Raine was almost half way through her second pregnancy. While she was just as active as anyone else working admin in the Hunter’s Base (Ignis absolutely refused to let her do anything else while pregnant with their second little blessing), Cor could tell that she was exhausted. The young mother needed rest.

“I could use some company on the drive to Lestallum. It would be a nice surprise for Ignis too.” Cor found himself uttering, glancing down at the infant in his arms, so trustingly latching his arm around his shoulder and neck, clamping his small legs against his torso reflexively. The baby was surprisingly strong.

Raine’s face blossomed into a small smile, a tinge of worry still in her dark brown eyes as she searched Cor’s steel blue orbs for any hesitation. “Are… you sure? I mean, not that I don’t appreciate the gesture Cor, but the daemons… and do you even know how to take care of a toddler?” Raine asked, squinting her eyes appraisingly at the marshal.

Cor shrugged, bouncing Lucas up on his hip, earning him a giggle from the toddler. He shot a pointed look at Raine. “He’s having fun already. Besides, you need to rest. You look like shit.”

Raine’s jaw dropped open, though there was a hidden amusement in her dark brown eyes.

“Hey, watch your language around my baby-”

“Oh please, I’ve heard you say worse around him. I’m surprised his first word wasn’t fu-” Cor interrupted only to be slapped lightly on his arm by a highly amused Raine.

“ALRIGHT, I get it. I’ll pack an overnight bag for my precious bub and then you two can go on your bromantic road trip.” Raine rolled her eyes good-naturedly before planting a sweet kiss on Lucas’ cheek. Lucas leaned into his mother’s contact, his dark eyes a reflection of her own. Cor smirked and nodded, before bouncing Lucas on his hip once again- eliciting another cry of glee from the small boy.

“Your father called me a few days ago- he misses you. Do you miss him?” Lucas nodded immediately at his question.

“Dada? Play!” Lucas waved his arms around a little before dropping his head onto Cor’s shoulder. Cor’s stern-set face softened at the weight of Lucas’ small head on his shoulder. His chest filled with a strange kind of warmth, and he was almost overwhelmed by the feeling. It almost made him want a family of his own…

Cor shook his head, snapping his eyes away from Lucas’ form latching onto him with so much trust- no, he couldn’t think like that. He was far past the age of starting a family. And he didn’t have the time, nor the energy to find a woman who was a right fit for him- just as Raine was to Ignis. Cor smirked suddenly, gazing back down at the sleepy toddler in his arms.

So much innocence- so much potential…

“Uncle Cor’s got you.”

“Uncle Cor…” Lucas murmured sleepily, bringing his thumb to his mouth. Cor didn’t even fight the grin on his face at the sound of the little Scientia calling his name.

He didn’t notice Raine’s presence, smug smirk on her face as she approached Cor with Lucas’ overnight bag- filled with a couple of changes of clothes, baby formula, bottles, and lots of little knick-knacks and toys.

“You mean, ‘Grandpa’, right baby?” Raine tried to correct her son.

Lucas shook his head, and buried himself closer to the weak-kneed Immortal. “No, my Uncle Cor!”

Raine and Cor exchanged a look between each other before Raine shook her head, helping Cor sling the overnight bag on his shoulder. “What did you do to him while I was gone? He’s smitten with you. And he thinks you’re not old.”

Cor shrugged, smirking down at Raine as he gently adjusted his hold Lucas.

“He just likes me. And I am not that old. Now get some rest- I know you’re going to act like an absolute animal the moment Ignis gets back-”

“You’re so rude to me! Get lost Cor- bring my babies back!” Raine smiled at Cor, shooing him away. Cor nodded, turning on his heel and making his way to his borrowed pick-up truck, Lucas fast asleep in his arms.

[End Flashback]

“Uncle Cor!” Lucas, currently twelve years old, ran up to Cor with his arms wide open for a hug. Lucas was usually quite a reserved young boy, but his love for Cor seemed to bring out a refreshingly childish side to him. Cor smirked and accepted the young Scientia’s embrace with a chuckle. Moments later, Cor almost fell backwards as Lucas’ eight-year-old sister- Aurora Scientia- barrelled right into him with a cry of “GRAMPA COR!”

“Lucas, Aurora- it’s good to see you two.” Glancing up at Ignis and Raine, following slowly behind their children, Cor laughed at them. “These two are your mirror images. You must be so proud.”

Ignis cleared his throat and nodded, a small smile on his face.

“Indeed, my family is the light of my life.”

Raine stared up lovingly at Ignis and nodded in agreement, squeezing his arm in acknowledgement before glaring playfully at Cor.

“Yeah, I agree. And somehow, you’ve become a stable part of it Leonis- fuck me dead…”

Ignis and Cor’s eyes widened slightly as Lucas and Aurora giggled at their mother’s potty mouth.

Raine! Language!”

seungchuchu week – day 2

prompts used: boyfriend does my makeup challenge

read below or on ao3 here!

Phichit Chulanont takes his personal appearance very seriously. His body is his own personal temple and his face is the altar on which he places offerings of very expensive and flattering makeup. His morning ritual – a routine implies that there allows for change and Phichit lets very little get between him and his face – is crucial to a good start of a productive and magical day and Phichit loves being productive almost as much as he loves makeup.

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anonymous asked:

Holding the bar of soap between her teeth, she glared at the egg on her lap, as if to say, 'this was not the plan'.

The egg, dripping with suds, looked completely indifferent.

This, for some reason, infuriated her, though she knew it was impossible for the blue eggshell to show emotion.

“This is for you,” she tried to tell it, “respect that all this is for you.” Except, with the soap in her mouth, what came out sounded more along the lines of “Dih ih fuh oo. Reh ha huh huh hah fuh oo.”

The attempt wasn’t coherent and, unfortunately, made the soap touch her tongue again. She spat the bar onto the ground in disgust, just completely done with the process. The rags she’d been using to scrub the infernal thing also fell to the ground, rendering them unusable as dirt cakes them. She picked up the egg with both hands (as its weight required) and glared at it.

“Not even hatched and you’re already causing problems,” she said. She wondered if it would hurt it if she shook the egg. Just a little. She shook her head and dismissed the idea. Gloria would kill her if anything happened to the egg. “You’re lucky, princess. If I was anyone else, you’d be an omelet.”

“Care to repeat that, Lana?” The woman who entered the nursery was older than Lana by a good decade, though that hardly did anything to slow her down. Currently, she held a wooden spoon in her hand and had a very stern expression on her face.

“Gloria,” Lana said, hastily moving to cradle the eggs in her arms. Her shirt, magically spared the worst of it through the washing process, quickly absorbed the water dripping from the egg. “I was just saying how clean this pretty girl looks! Nothing sinister.”

Gloria’s lips pursed. “We don’t know if they’re a boy or girl yet. Griffins don’t decide one way or another until they’ve hatched.”

“Griffin,” Lana said blankly, looking down at the unassuming egg in her arms. Griffins were notoriously difficult creatures, intelligent and deadly. Lana swallowed. “Uh, they can’t hear through the shell can they?”

“There have been some studies,” Gloria said flippantly. She went to check on the cocoon in one of the three cradles in the nursery. “Only they can tell you and they’re a tight-lipped bunch.”

Lana cautiously rocked the egg. “I sure hope you have a good sense of humor,” she muttered to it.

“What was that?”

“I was just wondering how this little one got orphaned,” Lana said. She walked over to the vacant crib and set the egg in it, bundling it in blankets. It was pretty much dried from her shirt anyway. “I thought Griffins took better care of their own?”

Gloria sighed and moved onto the next crib. In it was a jar of dirt and nothing else. “They do. I have some of my people searching for an appropriate family for the little one, but with anti-magic sentiments as high as they are…” She trailed off.

“So their parents were killed?” Lana looked down at the egg and felt a pang of guilt at the earlier threats. It wasn’t the egg’s fault that she couldn’t figure out how to wash it. 

“By humans,” Gloria confirmed. She finished inspecting the jar of dirt and turned to look at Lana. “We’ve been getting new charges left and right. Your help has been sorely needed, Lana.”

Lana smooshed down another wave of guilt. She’d been blackmailed into coming by her older brother. There was no way she could let Gloria know that now. “Haha, of course.”

“I mean it,” Gloria said. She walked over to Lana and put a motherly hand on her shoulder. “Thank you.”

Lana was going to die of guilt. “What else do we need to do today? Muck out the stables? I’m going to go muck out the stables.”

She hurried away before Gloria could thank her again and resolved to work harder.

Spring Cleaning

request: Omg domestic Shawn and you doing a spring cleaning day and going through all their old stuff and laughing and being cute

a/n: totally based a lot of the stuff in this off of stuff my mom’s kept and has shoved in a box in my closet lmao

You were covered in dust when you heard Shawn drop his keys in the bowl next to the front door. “Y/N? Where are you?” He asked.

“Bedroom!” You called, taking the box full of photos out from the closet. You sat on the bed, looking at the door when you saw it open. “Hey, how was the studio?”

“Boring, we didn’t really do anything today.” Shawn admitted, cheeks coloring. “What’re you doing?”

You shrugged. “I had a sudden urge to clean the house, guess it’s time for spring cleaning.”

Shawn looked at the calendar on his bedside table. “It’s the middle of Janurary.”

“Ok, post-holiday cleaning.” You shrugged. “Same thing,” You opened the box and took out a stack of photos. “But I found this box, and it’s full of photos. I wanna look at them.”

Shawn joined you on the bed, and took out another stack of photos. The two of you shared many laughs as you looked at the photos, occasionally saying something saracastic about the other in the photo. “Wait, look at this one! You looked so dumb!” You teased, pointing to a photo of Shawn and Aaliyah from what had to be Halloween. “You were a reindeer? For Halloween?”

“I was original!” Shawn defended himself, laughing. “At least I didn’t wear my costume until Valentine’s Day!” He retorted, bringing up a memory you liked for forget about.

“Thought I said we weren’t gonna bring that up anymore?” You smiled, standing up. “C’mon, there’s a bunch more stuff in the spare room, I think my mom’s been dropping stuff off each time she comes over.” You said, walking down the hall.

“Jesus!” Shawn backed away as you dropped the heavy box on the floor in the spare room. “What is all of this?” He asked, flipping open one of the weathered carboard flaps.

“A bunch of my old stuff, from when I was a kid. I think there’s some of my old school projects in there, probably some newspaper clippings from important events, too.”

Shawn dug right in, taking out some stuffed animals and construction paper crafts. “Aw, babe, you knew you wanted to be an artist from such a young age!” He held up a colorful turkey, one you make when you trace your hand.

“Shut up!” You tore the paper from his hand, admiring your poor art skills from when you were younger. “What else in there?” You asked, setting the turkey to the side.

Shawn pulled out a picture frame made from foam pieces and glitter glue. “What’s this?” He asked, looking at the photo. It was a photo of you and your brother.

You saw what he was looking at, and sighed. “I’m pretty sure there’s like, three more of those in this box somewhere. My mom had all three of us make those for about five years straight. Eventually she gave up.” You stood up, and pulled out another box you don’t remember seeing before. “What’s in here?” You asked, opening it up. “Aw, babe!” You held up one of Shawn’s old art projects. “Your mom left stuff here, too!”

“Oh my God.” He laughed, momentarily forgetting about your box. “When do you think they left this stuff here?”

“Don’t know. But I do know you were quite the writer, Mendes.” You held up one of his old English journals, smiling when you saw the length of some of the entries. “Wow! You lost your first tooth on November 35th! Damn! When is the 35th, again?” You teased, giggling.

Shawn rolled his eyes, and said something snarky back. The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon going through old stuff, cleaning forgotten.

a/n: send more ideas for the domestic series right here :D