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Dear Merlin, I am telling you now, because I’m afraid that it might be too late one day if I don’t: This was the most fun I’ve ever had. You’re next to me in my life. You’re the best person in the world, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Please remember me, even when I’m not there anymore one day to pick on you, and laugh at you, and call you names. You said I made you feel special. Well, you are special. And I would spend centuries with you if I could. I fear that the universe would rip in half if we went further apart than this, but I don’t think we have a choice. It’s not fair, but none of it ever was. Whatever the future holds, though, I don’t want you to change. I want you to always be you. Let’s make it the best life we can. Love, Arthur. 

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Roestkat by Kevin Varekamp
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The Murder In My Backyard

by reddit user Pippinacious

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There was no love at first sight, no stomach fluttering feeling of “This is the one!”, just the realization that this was the best my budget could get me. My realtor, already frustrated with how many times I’d said no to other places, watched anxiously over my shoulder as I signed the papers, as if she was afraid I’d back out at the last minute, and just like that, I was the less-than-proud owner of a decades old house and all the issues that came with it.

Still, I told myself as I was handed the keys, it was better than continuing to live with my all too recent ex-husband.

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Roestkat by Kevin Varekamp
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The Murder In My Backyard


There was no love at first sight, no stomach fluttering feeling of “This is the one!”, just the realization that this was the best my budget could get me. My realtor, already frustrated with how many times I’d said no to other places, watched anxiously over my shoulder as I signed the papers, as if she was afraid I’d back out at the last minute, and just like that, I was the less-than-proud owner of a decades old house and all the issues that came with it.

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Gold (gold)      
Always believe in your soul            
You’ve got the power to know            
You’re indestructible          
Always believe in, that you are                      
Gold (gold)                          
Glad that you’re bound to return                
There’s something I could have learned          
You’re indestructible, always believe in…
Spandau Ballet, „Gold" (1983)

Seven short lines by Giorgetto Giugiaro (ItalDesign), and  the shape of the iconic Volkswagen Golf, here in the first generation as CL (Comfort Luxus), was finished.

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RSCC Rusty Spotted Cat by nicknack68

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Nessuno ti giuro nessuno
nemmeno il destino
ci può separare
perché questo amore
che il cielo ci dà sempre
vivrà
„Nessuno” (1960) by Mina, soon working with Adriano Celentano again

Spotted on Ibiza: Alfa Romeo Spider Aerodinamica (series 3, 1983–1989) by Pininfarina, for obvious reasons not very flattering named „Gummilippe” here in Germany (for the front under-bumper spoiler and the rear trunk-lid).

narwhalsarefalling  asked:

tellurian

(meaning: of or inhabiting the earth)

Danny - aged three hundred fourteen and a half (and not looking much over thirty) - double-checked to make sure his helmet was secure before stepping into the airlock and out of the safety of the shuttle. Air hissed around him as the pressure equalized with the Martian atmosphere. The outer door opened, showing an endless expanse of rusty sand and rock, spotted here and there with the colony’s buildings. Most were connected with tunnels that glimmered in the faint sunlight.

It was his first time off world. He grinned, walking forwards, trying to remember every moment of this - and trying to forget it was a certain Fruit Loop’s money that got him here.

“Well, look at this,” came a voice over his headset as Danny stepped out onto the alien world. He glanced around, finding a dust-covered human shape lounging against the side of the shuttle. “A brandy-new Tellurian.” It was hard to tell if the voice was male or female through the static-filled speakers and dust-covered helmet.

“Are you Ben?” Danny asked, hoping it was his contact.

The figure pushed off the wall and sauntered toward him, moving in a sauntering way that made Danny realize this person was female and (probably) not named ‘Ben’. “If you want me to be,” she crooned.

“I’m supposed to find Ben,” Danny said. “Can you show me-”

“Crazy old Ben,” she laughed. “You don’t want him.” She sidled closer, as if to tell him a secret. “Caught an Earth brain-disease, that one did. Thinks the colony is haunted.”

“Great,” Danny said with a thin smile. Based on the contempt in her voice, Danny wasn’t looking forward to finding out how he was going to be treated when they realized their newest transfer was a ghost hunter. “Can you show me to Ben anyway?”

Meet Papaya! Mix of a Flat-Headed Cat and Rusty-Spotted Cat. She works as a massage therapist.
Revamped her a bit from one of my ocs who was just a cat. Since domesticated animals, like cats and dogs, don’t exist in Zootopia, I tried to look up small wild cats that might fit her design. She’s still a little unnaturally colored, but I like her this way.

You're Perfect

gleefinn said: know your probably busy, but I was hoping you could do a one shot based on the song You by Chris young. Reader is having a bad day and starts to feel self conscious about herself and Dean realizes what she’s going through so he grabs his guitar and songs it to her. Throughout the whole she’s laughing and smiling and at the end he tell her how beautiful she and and that he loves her so much

A/N: Thank you for requesting this! School has been so stressful with advanced classes and everything, but I will try my best to not procrastinate everything. Also, if you’re ever feeling down or having a bad day you can always come talk to me!

Word count: 2,182 (what?!)

Pairing: DeanxReader

Warnings: body-hate, swearing, and a very mean bitch. Also, feelings of worthlessness.

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Dean was sleeping soundly next to you, his arm draped over your middle and with a small smile on his face. You sighed happily and carefully tried to move his arm without waking him, but Dean only tightened his grip, mumbling something into the crook of your neck as he snuggled closer to you.

“C’mon Dean, time to wake up,” you said as you made another attempt to rise, playfully slapping Dean’s hand as he tried to pull you back.You rolled out of the bed with a yawn, stretching your arms over your head and fighting the urge to laugh when Dean pulled the covers over his head and pretended to snore. “Nah uh, princess, it’s time to rise and shine, we have a hunt today.”

“Babe, can’t we just let Sammy take this one?” Dean grumbled, his voice muffled by the overs, but it was obvious he was still half-asleep. “It’s just a little ghost. We even know where the bones are already!”

“And that’s why we’re going,” you laughed, grabbing your favourite pair of jeans and one of Dean’s plaid shirts to go with a white tank top.

You went into the bathroom, grabbing a towel on your way as well as threatening Dean so that he would get up. You stripped down and hopped in the shower, letting the warm water relax you. You were out twenty minutes later, and in a pretty happy mood. That was ruined however, when after throwing on your underwear, you saw that the jeans had a rusty red spot of blood on the back.

“Seriously?” you whined, putting on the other clothes with a frown and tying the towel around your waist. Unfortunately the towel was wet enough that you would have to dry yourself up again, so you just tossed it back down with a small sigh.

You opened the door of the bathroom and made your way out quietly, not wanting the boys to see you without your pants on (well, except for Dean). You were almost at the door of the room you and Dean shared when a quiet laugh made you freeze, and you turned around to find Sam at the end of the hallway, obviously failing to hide his laughter.

“‘I love Las Vegas’?” He giggled, making your ears get hot with embarrassment. Why did you have to pick those panties today of all days?

“Shut up Sam,” you mumbled, quickly entering your room and shutting the door, but not before first hearing Sam roaring with laughter. Damn, you loved that man like a brother, but you knew he would never let you live it down.

You put on a clean pair of jeans and blow dried your hair before putting it up in a messy bun. You sighed; for some reason you didn’t feel like you looked good. After one last and slightly disappointed look at the mirror, you headed to bunker’s kitchen for some breakfast.

~*~

The hunt, just like Dean predicted, has been very easy. After a two-hour trip across the state (in which Sam had had enough time to tell Dean about your horrifying underwear), you’d arrived at the town where the ghost had been buried. Everything was done a bit hastily, since digging up a corpse in plain daylight was harder than at night, but nobody saw you. Truthfully, you were just glad that it had been a hunt with no injuries at all.

Since it was already past midday when you finished and everybody was hungry, you decided to stop at a local restaurant before going back to the bunker. A little bell rang as you opened the door, and you happily breathed in all the rich smells of food. You took a seat on a booth in the corner, Dean sliding to your side and wrapping an arm around your waist. Sam pretended to look grossed out, making you lean over and place a kiss on Dean’s lips with a small smirk.

“Guys, there are kids here,” he complained, but there was a hint of a smile on his face.

“Sorry, Sammy, I forgot you were too young to see that,” Dean said, and you burst into laughter when Sam gave him the classic “bitch face.”

You were grateful that the waiter showed up before either of them could say anything. As she handed you your menus, you noticed that her eyes lingered on Dean for a few seconds more than on you or Sam. After ordering, she took them back, her hand brushing Dean’s before she stood in a way that her chest was the most obvious feature. She walked away swinging her hips, though Dean was completely oblivious to her actions.

You tried to shake it off, but for some reason you couldn’t stop the little bit of jealousy that made you almost glare at her. She would’ve been the type of woman that your boyfriend would’ve gone for if it wasn’t for the fact that he was dating you, and you knew that you shouldn’t feel like she was better than you, but somehow you did.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you mumbled, your voice sounding sadder than you intended to.

“Hey, babe, you okay?” Concern was written all over Dean’s face, but you just smiled and squeezed his hand lightly before moving to get up.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” you said, kissing his cheek as he moved out of his seat so that you could slide out.

You could feel Dean and Sam watching you on your way to the bathroom, so you felt relieved when you closed the door behind you, and even more so at the fact that there was nobody in there. You knew you would regret looking at the mirror, but you did so anyways.

There was a bit of dirt on your left cheek, and you see the sweat on your hair from when you were digging. You turned around, checking your body from every angle, and you couldn’t help the tears that formed in your eyes. There was a slight creek as the door of the bathroom opened, and you wiped away the salty water quickly.

“Oh, don’t bother.” Recognizing the female voice, you turned around to find the waitress that was attending you. You shot her an icy glare, but she was bussing herself with a lip gloss, and even if she did notice your action, she looked as unfazed as ever. “I’m afraid that your boy isn’t really reacting the way I hoped.”

“Sucks for you,” you said through gritted teeth, still a bit upset to actually think of a better come back.

“Don’t know what he sees in you though,” the woman continued without missing a beat, “I mean, look at you. You’re nothing special. Quite honestly I’m surprised that anyone would even consider dating you.”

And that was your cue. You shoved pass her, not wanting to let her see the look on your face as you exited the bathroom. You couldn’t believe that someone like her was getting you to feel so worthless! You’re better than this, (Y/N), you told yourself, and tried as hard as you could to ignore her words.

Dean smiled as he saw you emerge from the bathroom, but his lips lowered down when he noticed your tense pose. Sam also looked over to you, assuming the same worried look as his brother.

"You know what? I don’t think I’m feeling so good,” you half-lied, mustering a weak smile as you stopped in front of the table.

“What’s wrong?” Dean stood up immediately, gently grabbing your arm in case you felt dizzy.

“I just feel kind of sick, maybe a cold,” you shrugged. “But I’d rather just go to the bunker to rest. Please.”

“Of course,” Dean said, nodding earnestly. He wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you outside as Sam went to cancel your orders.

The ride home was filled with Dean asking a bunch of questions and Sam joining in at some of them while you rested on the back, absentmindedly answering them. As soon as you got to the bunker, Dean ordered you to stay in bed while he prepared some soup. You had managed to act normal until then, but as soon as he was out of the room, you burst into tears.

You stood in front of the full-body mirror, thinking that what the girl at the restaurant had said was true. You were nothing special; you weren’t beautiful, never mind even pretty. There was nothing that made you one of a kind, nothing.

Dean deserves someone better, you thought miserably, not realizing that you had actually spoken out loud, or that Dean was standing just outside the door.

You felt his arms wrapping around your middle, making you gasp as you tried to wipe your tears, but Dean had already seen you. His chin was resting on your shoulder, his eyes watching your face on the mirror. You refused to look at him, keeping your head low.

“Is that what you really think?” His voice was lower than usual, his tone weighed with sadness. You didn’t say anything, evidently answering his question. “(Y/N), how could you ever think that? You are so beautiful, and badass and smart and so strong. Babe, it would be me who doesn’t deserve you! You’re the most amazing woman I have ever met!”

"Really?” New tears, good ones this time, formed in your eyes. Dean spun you around so that you were facing him, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Really,” he smiled, his lips brushing against yours. Before you had the chance to fully register what was happening, Dean had lifted you up into the air, making you giggle. He carried you bridal style all the way back to the mattress, setting you gently next to him while he crouched down, fishing something from underneath bed.

“Dean, what are you looking for?” You grinned, slightly amused by his actions. You did not expect for him to grin back, at least, not while holding a black guitar case. “Hold on a second, how did I not notice that before?”

“I’ve never been one to play for an audience,” Dean smiled, opening the case and adjusting the strings of the guitar. “But I’d do anything for you, babe.”

“Aw, are you saying that you’ll play a song for me?” You teased, but your heart was melting.

“Even better,” he smirked. He ran a finger across the strings one last time, finally satisfied with their sound, before straightening his posture. And then he started to play, the melodic tune instantly lifting your spirits even higher.

The bluest skies don’t seem so blue
And the stars seem to be a little dimmer too
Now that you’re around you put ‘em all to shame
Let me break it down cause what I’m trying to say is

No one gets me like you when you kiss me
Girl you rock me harder than some downtown band
I thought I knew what love was but I didn’t have a clue
I never found anything that makes me feel like I do about you
.”

You couldn’t contain the happy laughter that echoed through your throat, nor the blush that spread in your cheeks. Dean winked at you, his heart swelling with joy at how happy you were.

Gotta whole new direction it seems these days
I used to rush off to work and get home late but
Now I show up late and rush back home
My priorities are different, I can’t leave you alone
.”

You had only heard Dean singing to his old, classic rock songs, but now his voice was softer, and much more calming.

No one gets me like you when you kiss me
Girl you rock me harder than some downtown band
I thought I knew what love was but I didn’t have a clue
I never found anything that makes me feel like I do about you
.”

You’d never really liked chick flick moments, but there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to replace this. Dean kept his eyes on you the whole time, the green orbs shinning with mirth as you giggled.

Just remember that.

No one gets me like you when you kiss me
Girl you rock me harder than some downtown band
I thought I knew what love was but I didn’t have a clue
I never found anything that makes me feel like I do about you.

You you you, youuuuu, whoa you.

You clapped, the corners of your mouth stretching as far as they could while brushing tears off your cheeks.

“That was beautiful, Dean,” you whispered, admiration clear in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Not as beautiful as you, baby,” Dean whispered back, closing the gap between you, his sweet lips joining yours. “God, I love you much, (Y/N). You’re perfect, please never think you aren’t.”