rat sound

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Tina: Oh my god, I’m so hungover. I’ve never been this hungover.
Graves: I feel great. I ran 5k this morning.
Tina: Really? 
Graves: No, I threw up in the shower. 

(Parks and Recreation; season 3, episode 13: The Fight) 

The Rat Girl

She hasn’t been here long, it’s only been a few months. And yet… everyone that has gone to her, is sure of one thing and one thing alone. She is not one of Them, but she isn’t one of us either. Not quite.
For you see, sanctuary is hard to come by at Elsewhere, and is almost never guaranteed. Or at least it was, until she came along, and with her, her rats. She seemed to just… take over an unused room and make it her own.
After that, if sanctuary was what you wanted, you went to her. It is only with her and her rats that sanctuary is guaranteed. 
Though, it’s not for free, oh no, it is not. But, compared to what the They may want of you, it might as well be. For all she wants… are simple things. From food or drink, to trinkets or bobbles, to simply a bit of your time. For even with her dear rats, she gets lonely, and will crave the company of another, or so she says.
But, that’s all we know; that if you want safety, if you fear for your very being, you go to her. And she, and her rats, will keep you safe.

Sorry, if this isn’t that good, wrote it around 2 am after like 28 hours without sleep… Not having written for ages probably didn’t help either. Hope you like it, based on a daydream I got after binging your blog.

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This summer I (1) am working a 40 hour a week job, (2) agreed to assist with a 2017 survey of health law, (3) am working on a cybersecurity certification, (4) actually am meeting with a dietitian in an effort to Get Healthy Or Whatever

and yet knowing all this has not stopped me from reaching out to one of my professors about his research assistant position.

………..someone should really stand next to me and whack my knuckles with a ruler whenever I browse the school’s career website

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Sons of Lawrence #13

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Elen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, James Novak. 
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,861
Warnings: Angst, language, medical jargon
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
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“This isn’t a fairy tale, Mr. Winchester,” Doctor Novak stated matter-of-factly. “Y/N suffered extensive internal damage. I can’t tell you long it will take because I don’t know how long it will take.”

Standing next to Dean’s hospital bed, John had his arms crossed and a scowl on his brow. “I don’t expect immediate results, doc. But there’s gotta be something that can be done.”

James Novak crossed the room and turned on the lights of the x-ray panels on the wall. He opened a large manilla folder and pressed the film up until it got stuck. He ran a finger along the outline of Y/N’s skull. “When Y/N got thrown from the bike, she hit her head. Now, the helmet saved her life, but it also did some damage,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “Along with a severe concussion, the impact resulted in a hematoma. In layman’s terms, clotting of blood outside the blood vessels.”

Mary, who was holding her son’s hand, asked, “Is it serious?”

Doctor Novak nodded. “It can be very serious if a hematoma occurs inside the brain. Unfortunately, that is what occurred. The clotting can cause pressure to build inside the skull, which is a factor into why she lost consciousness. Hopefully that won’t last too long. We went in and drained what we could.”

“What else?” Dean rasped, his throat raw from having a breathing tube removed earlier that morning.

Another piece of film was slapped up. “There was a lot of scar tissue from what had been repaired 3 years ago. This time, she was stabbed more than once. Add in the internal damage from the accident and the loss of blood, Y/N is looking at a rough recovery.”

There was a collective heavy sigh between the Winchesters as Dean pushed his head into the mountain of thin pillows.

“Thank you,” John murmured and held out his hand for the doctor.

James’ lips pressed into a thin line as he shook John’s hand. “Y/N was on a lot of my cases over the past year; she’s an amazing person. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power not to lose her.”

He went to leave the room, but stopped suddenly and rummaged in a pocket of his crisp, tan jacket. “I almost forgot,” he whispered.

Mary held out her hand when James approached and extended a fist. The ring she had given Y/N the other day fell softly into her palm. She choked on a sob and almost crumbled under the weight of John’s hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll get that back to her, Mare,” John promised, his own voice tremulous with emotion.

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when the kid who thinks they’re real good at singing turns a jam sesh into their own personal concert

About Ted’s escape attempts at Florida State Prison : “The first he had initiated on his own and had worked at nightly, filing away at his cell bars and pasting them back together with dirt-dyed toothpaste. When his work was discovered by a guard during a routing tapping of the cell bars, he was transferred to the disciplinary cell block. There, to his surprise and delight, he found himself in the middle of another plot in progress. His first night in solitary, Ted told me with some relish, he had heard scurrying outside his cell. He couldn’t see what was going on because the cell had double doors, with outside door having just enough room to shove meal trays through. The noise had sounded like rats, but the shadows cast had looked much larger.

On the second night Tad had sent out a coded message on a bar of soap attached to a string: “I know there’s something going on, let me in.” No answer. The next night Ted had sent his message out again, this time including a threat to squeal. By return soap bar he learned they had fashioned keys with their toothbrushes and were able to let themselves out at night to roam the hallway and smoke marijuana they bought from the guards. Ted wanted a key, so, as often as he could, he would send his toothbrush out in the hallway attached to his line, and another inmate would retrieve it with another string with a hook attached. The unofficial locksmith would make some tentative cuts and send it back down the line. Ted would test it in his door and return it. He had been in love with the project.

Finally, the night came when he stepped out in the hallway. There were other inmates, mingling, lounging, getting high.

Ted had said, “Let’s go. It’s just a matter of time before this operation is blown. We’ve got to go now.”

“We can’t go,” the other had protested. “The razor wire would tear us to shred.”

Ted’s reaction was, “So what? it’s better than sitting here waiting to die. At least we’d have a chance to be free!” Then their real reason for staying behind came out.

“But where would we go once we got out?”

Ted was dumbfounded.

“Where wouldn’t you go?”

Unmasked (Chapter 1)

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Here it is - my first official fic. I’m enjoying writing this and also freaking out at how potentially long this could end up being.

The idea came from @dreamingofazriel who said:

“Someone needs to write a fic where Elain accidentally kills Andras, maybe planting poisonous flowers, and Tamlin takes her.  Lucien knows she’s his mate but Tamlin needs her to love him.”

Many thanks to these amazing editors: @acotargaryen, @sugarcoated44, @rowaelinsmut, and @cohen-theeleven (who is so good at editing/writing that you really start to feel like the roles need to be reversed).

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Chapter 1

“Do you remember when you first knew?”

“Knew what?”

“That she was your mate.”

“I could forget many things, but I will never forget that.”

He paused, and his metal eye whirred as if it were frantically examining that moment in his mind. His lithe frame tensed.

Nesta leaned forward to draw his attention back from his memories. A click, a whir. Focus. And he was back.

“I didn’t know the first time I saw her. I felt something, but it wasn’t recognizable as a bond. Do you know how light can feel so strange after a storm? There are these vivid colors transposed over the receding dark clouds and everything feels more…real. That is what it felt like. Everything seemed more real.”

Steps neared the door, and she raised an eyebrow. He answered with a small huff of laughter and a wide grin, and she was struck by how magical it was to see him glow, even after all these years.

“Well, same time tomorrow then?” She tucked her notebook under her arm and took one last sip of tea before standing to leave.

“Same time tomorrow. And bring an extra pencil. We’re getting to the good part.”

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anonymous asked:

You know those huge, rabbit-sized rats? Imagine them around the size of a Cybertronian's pede. What do you think would be MTMTE Rodimus, Megarton, Whirl and Rung's reaction to seeing it, and their reaction to their cybertronian s/o screaming bloody murder at it? (I saw one in the attic... Also I didn't see anything about character number in your rules, so sorry if it's too much. <3 U !!)

I’ve never seen big rats that sounds scary!!! I live in Florida; the rodents are pretty small but the bugs are huge. 

Rodimus is screaming with you. He throws you over his shoulder while yelling for Ultra Magnus and climbing onto his desk. 


Megatron is really good at pretending he’s not dying inside. You’re told to stop screaming so you won’t scare the little guy into getting aggressive. Calmly, he captures it before realizing he has no idea what to do with it. It ends up becoming Swerve’s pet. Everyone hates this.

LBR Whirl shoots it. Whatcha screamin about? 


Rung is done. He’s just gonna nope on out. Not this shit, not today, no thank you. He’s calling some other poor sucker to deal with this. He’s disinfecting his whole office. He’s sleeping in your berth because what if there’s one in his quarters?