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The view from Victoria Peak was one of her favorite things about this city. Sakura clung to the metal barrier. The wind whipped at her cheeks and clothes, angry for a moment. And then calm again.
The entire island took on a strange gradient of glows. The bottom buzzed orange and warm as the streetlights beat back the darkness. And then came the high-rises growing from the concrete. Their many windows lit up florescent white and blue. She could pick out some of the nightclubs and parties even from here- the windows pulsing bright purples and greens. Last were the skyscrapers that reached like hands to the heavens. It almost looked like the clouds would snag against their pointed tops.
In the distance, she could make out the dark skeletons of buildings still in progress. The strangely-shaped one by the harbor was of particular interest. Yakushi Kabuto had invested a significant amount of money into that project. Her boys were still looking into why.
“I know,” Sakura said, pushing away from the barrier.
“Uncle Hashirama is waiting,” Tenten reminded her, opening the back door of the car.
“We’ll stop by the restaurant and pick up some roast goose. He never gets mad when I come with food,” Sakura said. Tenten sighed as she got into the back with her.
“Honestly, you’re the only person I know who tests the Dragon Head’s patience,” she scolded half-heartedly. Zabuza chortled as he started the car and began driving. He took them through the long, winding road that spiraled down from Victoria Peak.
“I’m also the only female Red Pole, Tenten. I didn’t just get here by being a pretty face,” Sakura quipped in return.
If you’re anything like me you live in your car. From work to
school to various other obligations, life eats away at my time. As I have lost time to worship more
formally, I found ways to honor Hermes that fits very easily in my
day to day life.
Singing songs with verses and lyrics in another language.
Singing it passionately and as horribly as I am wont to do. Laughing at myself
and having fun doing it.
When driving, singing with gusto and gestures to music. Not
caring about other’s seeing my fun concert in my car. You will be surprised how
many people actually smile and laugh seeing such a silly thing.
Taking a different route to my destination if I have the
Shamelessly sending funny memes and pictures to my friends
in our conversations. If it only amuses me and Hermes it is worth it.
Star gazing and finding constellations I know as I am
walking under the night sky.
Starting a change jar and tossing in coins and even dollar
bills periodically, offerings made in gratitude for safe travels and financial
gains. Bonus points for any foreign money.
Participating in creepypasta and/or perpetuating harmless
online rumors and conspiracy memes, #tedcruzzodiac style. Also starting chain
mail full of false facts and threats of a ghost murdering them if they don’t forward
it to 10 people.
Raising a Hand to Hermes when I have a convincing lie that
someone believes. (Hey, we all lie, don’t judge.)
Learning to spot a red-tailed Hawks and saying a small
prayer to Hermes when they cross my path.
On a safe and open road, accelerating my car rapidly. Feeling
the power of the speed and a small bit of adrenaline. Understanding this small
burst of speed is nothing compared to the power in the divine speed of Hermes.
Hinata was returning from a week long mission in Suna when she spotted the fallen hawk buried in some underbrush. She could tell it was a messenger bird immediately, from the scroll attached to it’s leg, but she hadn’t realized it was Sasuke’s bird until she knelt beside it.
What Personal Information Should You Give Your Sugar Daddy?
There’s this thing my mom used to always say: A hungry predator makes the easiest prey.
I didn’t get this for a long time. Then it started to dawn on me…
When a mouse is desperately foraging for food, he might not spot the hawk circling overhead. Or when a business owner is desperately in need of more customers, he might not see through the false claims in the sales pitch of someone selling him a promotional strategy.
And when an aspiring SB is in desperate need of money, he or she might be fooled into forking over valuable information at the promise of a big allowance to come.
When you’re hungry for anything, it can be hard to keep a clear head. Yet – these are the times when you most need your wits about you.
There are scammers on sugar dating websites who pose as POTs to extract personal information from desperate SBs. And despite what they might promise you – sharing that information with them may end up costing you more than any allowance they promise you’ll receive.
Thankfully, these scammer are far and few. You can also protect yourself from them very easily by being selective about sharing your personal information.
Here’s our guide to sharing personal information for SBs.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Name
Verdict: Sharing is okay
This one is obviously not that risky and totally up to you whether you decide to share or not.
I personally choose to go by a pseudonym in all the initial phases of corresponding with any POT. Once I have an arrangement with a man I trust, then I disclose my real name.
Whether you choose to use your real name, a full pseudonym, or just a fake first name all depends on how much privacy you want to have from your sugar life. Overall, this one’s entirely up to you.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Address
Verdict: Sharing is okay, but not recommended
Sharing your address is not really an identity theft threat concern. It’s more of a privacy thing.
I personally don’t like the idea of POTs knowing where I live. Why? Because it’s the one place I can always be reached.
I’ve also come across a few POTs who seemed to be laboring under the delusion that allowance = some sort of claim over their SB.
Until I am in an arrangement with a SD, I trust and know to be respectful of boundaries, I will not be sharing where I live. I’ll even lie about my neighborhood sometimes. Call me paranoid, but my privacy is sacrosanct.
If a POT wants to send you gifts? Easy. Give him your P.O. Box address. They cost nearly nothing and provide a world of secure anonymity.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Place of Work or School
Verdict: Sharing is okay, depending on the person
This one is really up to you. I tend to share where I went to school or where I work when I know a POT is both trustworthy and has no real connection to those places.
If I am meeting a POT for the first time, however, or otherwise don’t know enough about him, I prefer to keep everything general: “I finished my undergrad in Boston,” “I’m involved with emergency care,” etc.
That’s usually good enough. I mean, it’s not a job interview.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Bank Account Number
Verdict: Sharing is not recommended until you’re in an arrangement with someone you trust
Do not give your bank account number out to any random POT who wants to send you a gift. Give him your PayPal address instead.
Sure, a bank account number is not exactly “private” (i.e. anyone you give a check to can see it) but it is still something that can be used to withdraw money from your account.
Protect it by not giving it out unless you’re in an arrangement with a SD you trust who wants to deposit your allowance into your account. Make sure you know enough about this man – what he does, where he works, etc. – before you entrust him with your details.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Social Security Number
Verdict: Hell NO, under no circumstance
Seriously, nobody you’re entering into an arrangement with needs to know your social security number.
If he says it’s because he wants to get you an extra credit card on his account but under your name, just say “No thanks, I prefer cash. Or a prepaid credit card will do just fine.”
If he says it’s because he wants to put your on his payroll for tax purposes, say “No thanks, I’m not really looking for formal employment. Plus, you do know that if I’m paying taxes on my sugar baby allowance, you’re going to have to give me an extra xx% of the amount I asked for, right?”
Seriously, do not share your social security number with anyone. If he asks, write him off as a no-go, no matter how promising he seems.
To Share or Not to Share: Your Driver’s License Number
Verdict: What?! Why?!
There is really no reason in the world why a SD should ask for your driver’s license number, unless he is also your rental car agent. Which, I’m guessing, he’s not.
All of this might sound a little secretive, but it’s really not. There are so many ways to share who you are with a POT without disclosing compromising personal information.
Feel free to talk expansively about topics you’re passionate about, your interests, your hobbies and even more qualitative details about your life – but keep your personal information to yourself.
Lean on Meby @countessselena: Established Nine/Rose with Rose being the bamf we all know her to be - this time, the Doctor’s the one on damage control. So wonderful!
Call of the Void (Chapter 2) by @fadewithfury: a nailbiting follow up to an incredible first chapter! The setting/reunion is so unique and I can’t wait to see what happens next!
On Degrees of Foreverby @thebaddestwolf: I reread this periodically and with July starting up I needed a gorgeous reunion fic so of course I returned here. LDRs are one of my favourite tropes, especially unique takes on them like this one. Truly original and one of my favourite stories ever.
Forever Bad Wolfby @chocolatequeennk: I’m really glad I got my JE reunion published before this one, if only because then people would notice it. This fic is beautiful, romantic, everything I need in a reunion (it’s Nancy, so this should go without saying.) If you’re one of the tiny minority who has yet to read this fic, go do it. Now.
With This Ringby @chocolatequeennk: Cute, fluffy setup to a bonding fic that I’m sure will rip out my heart in the best possible way. Stick around, because amazing things are a-coming!! (I know this, because Nancy.)
Forever and Never Apart (Chapter 9) by @chocolatequeennk: Conclusion of Planet of the Ood. More of Rose and Donna being brilliant as always and spades of protective!Doctor as well as Rose and this fic makes me so happy you have no idea. Do yourself a favour and read it, if you haven’t already!
The Lame Shall Enter Firstby @lastbluetardis: another favourite in my quest for reunion fics, this one is 6 chapters of sheer glory. Reunion, hurt/comfort angst, fluff and telepathic bonding/bad wolf!Rose… everything I love in one fic, actually. Absolutely wonderful.
Beneath the Midnight Skyby @lastbluetardis: The dimension cannon drops Rose in the middle of a tour bus bound for the sapphire waterfalls of Midnight, and the Doctor has already been taken over by the entity. A super awesome, unique take both on the episode and the reunion!
Siúil A Rúinby Vampiyaa: Two/Rose and Nine/Rose because it’s something you never knew you needed until now. Nine is a little late picking Rose up and she is comforted by a strange man in a park with a recorder. Cute and lovely!
Ageless, Timelessby Vampiyaa: One/Rose, and one of the most adorable things you’ll ever read, were it not for the specter of Jimmy Stone hanging over all. In which One is the best thing that ever happened to Rose, and vice versa.
A Lapse In Fate (Chapter 18) by @lostinfic: Betty is being so brave in the face of Borrel’s machinations, my heart goes out to her so much! The cliffhanger ending had me on the edge of my seat!
Bowman laughed as he cleared the canopy in one powerful flap of his wings. His wings had grown with him, and the ground below was buffeted by a huge gust of wind from his powerful strokes. Soon, he was high above the trees where no other wood sprite would dare to go. Up here, he was at risk of a hawk spotting him.
With his new size, that wasn’t a concern at all. A hawk wouldn’t be able to snag him in its talons now.
Bowman flapped his wings as hard as he could to soar even higher, leaving the ground farther and farther behind him. The forest spread out around him in all directions, a field of dark green waving in gentle breezes. In the distance, he saw the crown of a tree taller than any other in the forest.
That was where the village of Wellwood waited, hidden away from humans for generations. That Big Oak was the heart of the forest itself, the oldest living thing for miles. It protected the wood sprites with its stalwart boughs.
Bowman flew higher and finally came to a hover when he was looking down at the Big Oak. His wings beat steadily, and he finally checked on his hands.
The hand shielding Jacob from the wind remained near, a protective wall between Jacob and the sight from so high. Bowman held the human close to his chest and grinned down at him. “Not so bad, is it?” he asked.
Summary: When a
female fan of your boyfriend Simon Dominic comes out with a document of
paternity test to prove that he is the father of her son, you know that there’s
only one thing to do – bring the war to her.
One of the hardest things in dating Simon Dominic is dealing
with his fans. His hormonal female fans that go an extra mile to get his
attention. As his girlfriend, you’re supposed to be patient and that requires
twice their efforts.
F!Hawke/Isabela. Starting to flesh out various headcanons of mine!
It’s the bright sparkle of rubies which catches her eye first. Hawke stops in her tracks, pivots one-footed towards the jewelry vendor to get a better look. “Messere,” the vendor says, bowing low over his display table as Hawke approaches. “Which piece suits your fancy?”
“That one,” Hawke says, pointing at the golden bangle, the wide circle of it unbroken, studded with gems. She can already envision where Isabela might wear it, riding her right wrist at a jaunty angle, the bottommost bracelet in a collection stacked halfway to her elbow. Hawke smiles to herself. Isabela likes to jingle when she walks, and Hawke is happy to help.
“A most wonderful choice,” the vendor says, keeping his eyes lowered. “Might I also suggest this chain wrought of platinum, with opals? To show off the flawlessness of your skin, messere.”
Hawke laughs, putting the back of her hand to her mouth. “Serah, you’re mistaken. The bracelet is a gift.” Hawke hooks a finger underneath it, lifting it into the air, letting it dangle. Yes, it will be a lovely gift; Hawke never tires of giving, not when Isabela so seldomly receives.
“While your assessment is spot-on for me,” Hawke says, waiting as the vendor brings out a small silk bag, “my lady has certain tastes.” She drops the piece of jewelry in, smiles as money exchanges hands. “Only gold for the queen.”
Summary: Stan finds that, against his better judgement, he can learn to deal with the triangle that’s taken up residence in his home.
Setting up shop, de-cluttering, and restocking the merchandise were all semi-difficult jobs that needed to be done when one wanted to properly run a Mystery Shack. Doing all these things while being followed by a seemingly relentless triangle was, to Stanley Pines, almost one hundred times harder.