the pass of the cattle

Helpful Resume Tips:

And by that, I mean that I’ve been reading a lot of resumes recently, and there are several things that I see people doing constantly that are really grinding my gears. So, I’m going to vent about resumes for a minute. 

EXPORT YOUR RESUME AS A PDF. 

I don’t have time to put the pieces together of your .DOCX resume after it has been chewed up and spit out. You can’t trust that the formatting will remain the same, you can’t trust that they’ll be viewing the document on a full size screen. You can’t trust that they’ll have all of your fonts and what nots.

USE ACTIVE VERBS.

Don’t make me dig for your verbs in your descriptions. Avoid the passive voice. Don’t downplay your experience. 

AVOID REDUNDANCY. 

Space is at a premium. If you have an education section that says when you attended and what your course of study was, then you don’t need a subsection under education detailing when you graduated and the types of courses you took. You’ve already covered that. And now you’ve made me read it twice. 

DON’T LIST EVERY SINGLE JOB YOU’VE HAD. 

Unless they specifically asking for a CV, they’re not looking for much beyond your relevant experience. I’m not super interested in your two years as a barista if you’re applying to be an audio engineer. 

SAY WHAT YOUR REFERENCES DO AND WHERE

That helps your future employer to know what sorts of questions to have prepared when checking your references. And for the love of god vary your references. Try to avoid having several people that you worked with all together or more than one professor from your college.

KEEP IT TO ONE PAGE

Especially if you’re passing out a physical resume (like at USITT, SETC, or a cattle call). Keep it simple. Keep it short. Bullet points. Active, decisive sentences. Boom. Boom. Boom. Save the flowery shit for your personal statement. You can go into more depth for the interview. 

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Russell Burn Bridge & Sgurr a’ Chaorachain by Simaron
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nasafucker2000  asked:

Hey, I'm curious, is it possible to put your cat, dog, or any other carnivorous animal on a raw/natural diet? Where you feed them clean and safe raw food. Like if you could access rats or something that are safe, could you feed them to your animal? (I don't plan on doing this, I'm just very curous)

Raw diets can be done, but I’m skeptical that the average person could do it sustainably long-term. I know a professor of animal science who has fed a commercial raw/frozen diet to her dogs and had success, but at the same time, I am leery of the average person doing it. Why? Three major reasons: 

For starters, unless you add vitamin/mineral premix, you are setting yourself up for nitrogen/phosphorous imbalance (meat is high in N and low in P) and that can lead to a lot of problems down the line. 

In the wild, vitamin and mineral balance is mostly handled by the animals eating the internal organs and gut contents of the prey, and then chewing on the bones, but that’s harder to do in a domestic setting. Unless you kill the meat yourself, you may get the intestines, but their contents will have been cleaned out at the slaughterhouse. You would have to add premix but also feed a combination of muscle and organ meat, and that can get expensive and messy (I rarely see beef liver and tripe at the store, let alone lung or heart or other internal organs dogs and cats eagerly eat).

In addition to the vitamin/mineral issues, there is also the issue from a food safety standpoint - you need to be very careful that the meat doesn’t sit out long enough to cause health risks, and raw meat, especially ground raw meat, is at a higher risk for microbial contamination than kibble or canned food would be. (this is why steaks are less likely to give you food poisoning than a burger - exposure risk is a function of surface area and mixing, and ground meat has a lot more surface area to get contaminated). I’ve eaten steak that was essentially raw in the middle. I would never do that for a burger - the health risks are too great.

So starting out, you have to balance vitamin/mineral issues by adding premix and making sure that the animal gets enough of it, but also that the food is safe. And not just from a microbial standpoint either! Let’s talk about something that would be an issue for your rat example: parasites. Wild animals are, unfortunately, a lot more likely to have parasites that could be passed on to your pets. Domestic livestock such as pigs and cattle are given antiparasitics on a regular basis to prevent that, and their feed is closely monitored to prevent contamination. You are unlikely to get parasites from eating farmed meat. Wild-caught meat of any species? Even freezing won’t get everything - there’s plenty of freeze-resistant parasites out there that could be passed on to your pet even if you froze the carcass first. Even people who feed feeder mice/rats to reptiles have to be cautious and buy from reputable sources, and it’s a lot easier to spread parasites between mammals than from mammal -> reptile. Wild-caught and farmed fish are also a source of parasites that can infect you or your pets if eaten raw (unless frozen first in a commercial freezer, which is a lot colder than a home freezer, and frozen for a longer time period). 

SO, if you could find a safe, parasite-free source of feeder rats, and feed them whole to your pets. That’s an option, albeit one that would be fairly expensive on a per day basis (dogs and cats eat more than a snake would because of the warm-blooded metabolism) and could also be fairly messy, plus you’d have to make sure you cleaned up thoroughly after. 

Raw frozen diets that are meant to be thawed are a better option - they can be balanced with added vitamins and minerals just like other diets, and the freezing will eliminate some of the contamination concerns, as long as you don’t leave it out long enough that it would start to spoil. I would be more comfortable with someone feeding a raw/frozen diet that was already vitamin/mineral balanced (not all are!) than trying the whole prey route. But again, you have to be VERY CAREFUL re microbial contamination and spoilage risk.

Given that a lot of the people I know tend to be more comfortable putting kibble/canned food out and letting their pets eat the meal’s amount over time (this is more of a cat thing than a dog thing, admittedly, cats will eat multiple smaller meals while a dog will harf their meal down in one go most of the time), I would be more comfortable with people feeding more temperature-stable diets. I am much more comfortable with people trying it for dogs than cats.

That said, a raw diet that had been previously frozen could be an option for some dog owners as long as they were very clear about sourcing from a reputable company that provided balanced diets, and made sure the food either got eaten relatively shortly after being put out, or put any leftovers back in the freezer until the next feeding time. I would not be comfortable with feeding raw meat + a premix, or whole carcasses, unless I knew the person was being very careful about balance, sourcing, and cleanup. 

TL;DR? In most cases, not a good idea. I know people out there who have done it with commercial diets, and it worked out ok, but for most people? A lot of hassle, a lot of risk.

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Beltane -  On the cusp between spring and summer, Beltane is a fire festival that celebrates the fertility of the coming year.

Beltane is a Celtic word which means ‘fires of Bel’ (Bel was a Celtic deity). It is a fire festival that celebrates of the coming of summer and the fertility of the coming year.

Celtic festivals often tied in with the needs of the community. In spring time, at the beginning of the farming calendar, everybody would be hoping for a fruitful year for their families and fields.

Beltane rituals would often include courting: for example, young men and women collecting blossoms in the woods and lighting fires in the evening. These rituals would often lead to matches and marriages, either immediately in the coming summer or autumn.

Other festivities involved fire which was thought to cleanse, purify and increase fertility. Cattle were often passed between two fires and the properties of the flame and the smoke were seen to ensure the fertility of the herd.

Today Pagans believe that at Beltane the God (to whom the Goddess gave birth at the Winter Solstice) achieves the strength and maturity to court and become lover to the Goddess. So although what happens in the fields has lost its significance for most Pagans today, the creation of fertility is still an important issue.

Emma Restall Orr, a modern day Druid, speaks of the 'fertility of our personal creativity’. (Spirits of the Sacred Grove, pub. Thorsons, 1998, pg.110). She is referring to the need for active and creative lives. We need fertile minds for our work, our families and our interests.

Fire is still the most important element of most Beltane celebrations and there are many traditions associated with it. It is seen to have purifying qualities which cleanse and revitalise. People leap over the Beltane fire to bring good fortune, fertility (of mind, body and spirit) and happiness through the coming year.

Although Beltane is the most overtly sexual festival, Pagans rarely use sex in their rituals although rituals often imply sex and fertility. The tradition of dancing round the maypole contains sexual imagary and is still very popular with modern Pagans.

The largest Beltane celebrations in the UK are held in Edinburgh. Fires are lit at night and festivities carry on until dawn. All around the UK fires are lit and private celebrations are held amongst covens and groves (groups of Pagans) to mark the start of the summer.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

— 

Anthem For Doomed Youth

By Wilfred Owen

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Queen’s Gallery (Set 7), Buckingham Palace by Rex Harris

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<br />Gourlay Steell (1819-94) - Highland cattle in the Pass of Leny, 1876

Gourlay Steell RSA (1819-1894) was a 19th-century Scottish artist.

What has my child done to you?

Did my child hurt you? Did my baby take your candy? Did my child ate your food?

What has my baby done to you?

What has my baby done to you for you to come with missiles hovering my home just to kill my baby?

She is a child, she could barely utter the word Mama, she smiles when you touch her face, she cries at night but she stops when I carry her. Is it her crying that bothers you? Is it her smile that envies you?

What has my baby done to you?

He is a little boy that wants to play, he is so good at football and when he kicks the ball it goes for a win, is this the reason why you killed my boy? because he is a good player?

What has my baby done to you?

My cries do not affect your heart, my whining doesn’t reach the ears, my pain doesn’t mean anything to you, but to Allah we complain, our hearts are shattered with the endless killing of our brethren.

How can the death of someone bring such joy to someone’s heart?

How could you kill an innocent child who just wants to live his life, to finish his studies, to help his family, and one day become a doctor or an engineer and have his own family?

My heart asks, who are you to interfere? Who are you to take his life? What has my baby done to you?

Look at the pictures of these children, how can a baby who barely walks who just learned how to walk be a terrorist?

Look closely to their smiles for these are smiles that will never be seen again, for you have made their names nothing but just names on a list.

What have these children do to you?

How can you comfort a heart of a mother who longs for her child? How can you comfort a heart of a father who wanted to see how his baby would grow up? How can you comfort a heart of a brother or a sister who misses his or her best companion?

Do you have any idea, how these kids go on with their daily lives? Let me quote the wordings of Khalid Elmezaini:

“Last night was the worst night by far. Around 1 am the bombing was so intense that we decided to huddle together as a family in the living room away from the windows. Then a huge blast, so powerful it felt like the building was going to collapse. We hear screaming from the floor above us.

We rush to the door, there is a woman carrying her 3 children running downstairs, "they hit our apartment” she screamed repeatedly. Was this a roof knock? Was her apartment really hit? Myself and 2 more ran upstairs to see, all we can see is smoke in her apartment, the bedrooms where her children sleep have smashed walls, a missile has hit her home.

We couldn’t take chances. With the cloths on our backs we all ran downstairs to the ground floor. Do we leave? Where do we go? There is no place to go. And if we make a run for it they will target us, they always target moving groups. We decided that the 23 families should stay on the ground floor near the stairs. The children were crying, so were their mothers, it was chaotic.

Then an even bigger bomb, louder than the first, the whole building shook, rubble flying onto our building, windows and glass smashing everywhere. We took our shahada, we were convinced this is our last night, that we wouldn’t make it.

The bombing was intense, everywhere, north, south, east, west, it was random, every minute non-stop, we were just waiting our turn, like cattle for slaughter. 4 hours passed, non-stop shelling, then we can hear them coming, by their sound, the F16 fighter jets have arrived.

By the time we made that realization, an explosion so powerful dropped us to the ground, rubble and smoke flew in, then quickly another closer one, then a third one a little further. All we could see are huge fire balls in the sky, light almost turning around corners. Moments later, a funny smell, we ran for any wet cloth, water on shirt and over the face will do.

Time has passed, it was quiet for an hour. Was it over? The sun is now up, and we were happy to see it. We knew the zionist don’t hit as hard in day light as they do at night, where the cameras can’t capture the full scale of the destruction.

We decided to go back to the lower level apartments, we were tired, we huddled and slept close to the door when deep down we knew that just like there is no where safe in Gaza, no place in our house is safer than any other.


Every house was hit, every building, every mosque, they have no targets, they do not know what they are doing.


This isn’t a fictional story, this is how we spent last night. And if the zionist think that this will scare us into submission, they need to think again, we only submit to Allah, we will never give up, we live and die with dignity and honour.“
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.

No words can describe the things they are going through there.

Tell me, how can we answer a mother who asks "what has my baby done for them to kill him?”

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.

As Muslims, we need to repent, do righteous deed and ask for forgiveness and ask Allah Azza Wa Jall for help for it is said in the Qur'an:

[1] “Indeed Allah will help those who help Him. Indeed Allah is Exalted in Might, All-Powerful.”

[2] Note: Allah explains in this noble ayah that He has sworn to help and give victory to those who help Him. It is known that the help and victory of Allah comes by following what He has prescribed, obeying His commend, avoiding His prohibitions, by helping His Messengers and their followers, aiding His Religion and fighting against His enemies and overpowering them - until the word of Allah is made uppermost, whilst the word of His enemies is debased and mode low.

Then Allah explains the characteristics of those whom He has promised would receive His help and victory, distinguishing them from others. So He said - explaining those to whom He swore He would aid and give victory to - because He is the one to aid and give victory:

[3] “Those who, if We establish them in the earth, establish the prayer, give the Zakat, enjoin the good and forbid the evil.”

And that which this noble ayah indicates is that whosoever aids Allah, then Allah will aid Him. This is clearly explained in other than this place, such as His sayings:

[4]“Allah has promised to those amongst you who believe and do righteous actions that He will grant you the khilafah in the land.”
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I want to leave you with a thing to ponder about, we ask for the Help fo Allah Azza Wa Jall, but after reading these verses, about the prayer, the zakat, the good and the evil, do you think with our deeds, the Help of Allah Azza Wa Jall would come?

Let us renew our faith, return to Allah, for indeed Allah helps those who help Him, those who remember Him. Help these children by helping yourself get back to Allah Azza Wa Jall.
And we pray that Allah Azza Wa Jall enlightens our hearts to become firm establishers of salah, enjoining what is good and forbidding what is evil.

Amin.

Zohayma
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F.N.

[1] Qur'an: 22:40
[2] Tafsir Imam Ash Shanqiti
[3] Qur'an 22:41
[4] 24:55

Some of the Bosnian superstitions and folk beliefs

It isn’t Good


It isn’t good to take something out of house on Jurjevo. Snakes will start manifesting.
Don’t sleep on Jurjev Dan, you’ll be sleepy and lazy all year.
It isn’t good to seed vegetables on Thursday, bugs will eat it all.
It isn’t good to leave a baby alone without scissors or knife near the baby, fairies will replace it.
It isn’t good to cuddle tired children, they’ll get sick. It isn’t good to hang baby clothes outside at night. Child will get “Vrisak” (also known as Kriksa) .
It isn’t good to cut nails and throw them anywhere, you’ll collect them on the other world.
It isn’t good to wash clothes on Friday, housekeeper will die.
It isn’t good to wash clothes on washboard laundry bat on Friday and Tuesday, thunder will strike you.
It isn’t good to take shower between Maghrib and Isha prayer. Can get black spells.
It isn’t good to beat male children with rolling pin, women will leave him in life.
It isn’t good that can with water stays overnight uncovered, demons wash legs and spit in it.
It isn’t good for woman to sit on sack, she’ll give birth to too many children.
It isn’t good to cover children with parents’ clothes, they’ll get epilepsy.
It isn’t good to shake out tablecloths after the supper, demons come and eat the crumbs.
It isn’t good when a cat walks over dead person, will become a vampire.
It isn’t good for child to sleep between parents, will “naograjsati” (to get black magic, to get influenced/possessed by demon, spirit etc).
It isn’t good to come near water without some wood or live coal at night, fairies could steal you away. It isn’t good to change a hoe, your back will hurt.
It isn’t good to give reaping hook from hand to hand. You’ll get cut.
It isn’t good to eat off knife, you’ll get sick/die.
It isn’t good to pour water over someone’s arm, you’ll stomach will hurt.
It isn’t good to look at yourself in the mirror at night, you’ll get possessed.
It isn’t good for women to pass in front of carriage, won’t have luck.
It isn’t good to throw walnut husk in fire, there’ll be fight in house.
It isn’t good to go back home if something suddenly scares you - you will get sick.
It isn’t good to carry fire from the village to heater. The hawks will take chicken!
It isn’t good to go on “drvenjak” (place where people cut wood) at night, you’ll get possessed.
 It isn’t good to inoculate hen when the linden trees bloom, the chicken will be ill.
It isn’t good to cut nails at someone else’s house, there’ll be fight in the house.
It isn’t good to cut coiled trees, children will die. It isn’t good to dream of clear water, it means tears.
It isn’t good to dream snakes, you’ll have many enemies.
It isn’t good to dream of walnut, there’ll be fight in the house.
It isn’t good to breastfeed child while there are thunderstorms outside, the thunder will strike.
It isn’t good to wind up hank yank towards you, bad luck.
It isn’t good to sleep with money near you, you’ll get possessed.
It isn’t good say thanks to the man who sells you flowers. Flowers won’t grow at your place.
It isn’t good for pregnant woman to kill children, child will have smelly mouth.
It isn’t good for pregnant woman to look at fire, child will have red face.
It isn’t good for pregnant woman to sit on washboard, child will be ugly.
It isn’t good for pregnant woman to step over vine or thread, child will strangle on birth.
It isn’t good for pregnant woman to carry eggs in, child will be snotty.
It isn’t good for pregnant woman to sit on doorstep, she’ll have hard labour. 

Folk Medicine


If someone has eczema, as a cure someone would take ash in water, then put finger in it saying following words: “Njiva, lišaj, maslo sjeme, maslo se raziđe lišaj priđe.”
If child would cry a lot while his teeth are growing, it was said to put some rice in water.
When child would get the first tooth out, it was common to put it on attic.
If the child would cry too much, they’d bath it with water from the lake or river.
If a woman who gave birth wants the next child to be of opposite gender, the first maslenica (a dish) people bring her on babine (traditional visits when woman gives birth), she’d flip upside down, and then eat 2 pieces.
Yew tree was used as protection against black magic.
 If child was too fearful, a piece from scarecrow’s clothes would be sewn onto the child’s pillow.
If child was seriously ill, before sunrise, parents would take the child ont the road and “sell it”. The one who holds the child, tells those who pass: “Can I sell you this child?”, the person takes the child, gives him new name and gives back to mother. Then mother says thanks. If the child is bothered in dream by “Mora”, near the child you should put some sort of tools and say: “Take this tool instead of the child.”
If someone has migraines, you should take spider’s “hair” and sew it on their hat.

Other beliefs


When mare gives birth, on the foal’s ear, one should put a wooden spoon around its neck. So it is saved from bad spells.
If on Prozuk (A Pagan feast that Bosnian Muslims in some regions practice instead of Christmas) person who visit house is a man, all children born in that house that year will be boys.
If it is a woman, it will be girls. Before Jurjevo, one should make cattle pass between two fires.
So they’re saved from spells.
Spruce should be kept in house, as protection from Mora.
You shouldn’t cut child’s nails before they reach age of one, but instead, put its hands in fresh wheat, the nails will fall of by themselves.
 After a wedding, food that was left behind groom and bride should be dug under the ground. It was believed couple would have bad luck if food was eaten by the animals.
 If there were strong winds, a piece from ram’s horn was thrown in fire.
 If there was hail, the youngest child should eat a tiny piece of ice. It was believed it would stop that way.

For Memorial Day

Anthem for Doomed Youth - Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

  What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
–Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
   No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
   What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
   Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

The Thinker, William Orpen, ca. 1918

Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Midwest

BY B. H. FAIRCHILD In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseat    of his father’s Ford and the 

mysterium

  of time, holds time in memory with words, 

night, this night

, on the way to a stalled rig south    of Kiowa Creek where the plains wind stacks    the skeletons of weeds on barbed-wire fences    and rattles the battered DeKalb sign to make    the child think of time in its passing, of death.  Cattle stare at flat-bed haulers gunning clumps    of black smoke and lugging damaged drill pipe    up the gullied, mud-hollowed road. 

Road, this   

road

. Roustabouts shouting from the crow’s nest    float like Ascension angels on a ring of lights.    Chokecherries gouge the purpled sky, cloud-  swags running the moon under, and starlight    rains across the Ford’s blue hood. 

Blue, this blue. 

Later, where black flies haunt the mud tank,    the boy walks along the pipe rack dragging  a stick across the hollow ends to make a kind    of music, and the creek throbs with frog songs,    locusts, the rasp of tree limbs blown and scattered.    The great horse people, his father, these sounds,    these shapes saved from time’s dark creek as the car    moves across the moving earth: 

world, this world

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Flight or Fight

Can you please do a sequel to book worm please? I loved it! - @pinkhappypanda

Book Worm

Originally posted by matthewmurrdock

Sam hadn’t seen you in over a month, almost everyday he would drive down your street but chicken out and drive past. He didn’t want to put you in any danger, everyone knew that the women he got close to ended up dead, he didn’t want the same thing to happen to you. Although you did have a certain advantage after absorbing half the knowledge in the bunker.

Driving by your place each day ended when he went to the store and ran into you. “Sam,” you exclaimed happily when you saw him, “I haven’t seen you in a while, how’ve you been?” you asked.

Sam smiled, “good, good. How about you?”

“Great. Do you want to come back to mine for coffee,” you asked him hopefully.

“Yes,” Sam agreed quickly, he had been eager to spend more time with you for weeks now he wasn’t going to give this up.Consequences be damned.

You and Sam both paid for your shopping and he drove you both back to your place because you hadn’t brought your car. Back at yours you made some coffee and sat next to him on the sofa, “So, have you been on any hunts?”

Sam chuckled and shook his head, “No, it’s been pretty quiet on that front lately, me and Dean have just been doing a whole lot of nothing. Our last case was the vamp nest we took out when you broke into our place.”

You blushed and ducked your head, “Still sorry about that by the way.”

Sam shook his head with a bright smile, “No, it’s fine. It’s nice to find someone who isn’t freaked out by all that crap and actually wants to find out more. It’s kind of refreshing.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, “Well, good. I’ve been dying to go back and read more, not by breaking in this time though. Maybe,” you smirked.

Sam laughed at that, “Well, don’t be a stranger. You can drop on by anytime, we’ll probably be in. And if not you know how to pick the lock.”

You laughed and hid your blush, “True.”

It became a sort of routine, every few days whenever he got the chance Sam would drop by for coffee and stay for an hour or so to just talk. One weekend he had invited you over to the bunker, you had spent the whole time watching movies and tv with Sam and Dean in between making your way through as many books and scrolls as possible.

Sam had come by and told you that you should demon proof your apartment in case anything happened. He was stunned and impressed to find you had already put a devil’s trap under the rug at your front door. Together you demon proofed the rest of your place, salting above the windows and door, he gave you some vials of holy water and gave you a small gun loaded with silver bullets for you to keep by your bed. Again, just in case.

Neither of you noticed the car that would park across the street from your apartment and watch Sam visit you. Watching and waiting, making a plan of attack and waiting for the right moment.

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Wait, What's the Date Again?

Title: Wait, What’s the Date Again?

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Words: 2,479

Warnings: Swearing

Requests: This is probably a long shot but it’s my birthday tomorrow (23rd January-I’m on uk time) and I wondered if I could have a little one shot maybe about dean celebrating the readers birthday like taking her to the fare or just anywhere? I know it’s a long shot because it’s so soon 🙈

A/n: Happy belated birthday to raisinghell-like-winchesters, who requested this, and I hope you like it! Also, you were born on National Pie Day. I’m sure Dean’s super jealous. Speaking of the handsome devil, had I remembered beforehand that his birthday was today, I might’ve done a birthday one for him, too. Eh, maybe I’ll do that one sometime in the near future or something.

Anywho, as usual, enjoy and feel free to tell me what you think!

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You crawl out of bed one morning, your body heavy with sleep and still sore from a hunt a few days before. You’re glad to have a few days of rest in between hunts. Occasionally, when you’re trying to track something big, it’s hunt after hunt after hunt, but lately the cases have been coming in a little slow, so down time is all you have.

And you don’t mind it one bit.

Stretching your arms into the air, you let out a long groan as some of your tight muscles start to loosen, and afterwards you slip your feet into your slippers and leave the warmth of your room for the much cooler hallway. Your feet patter along the tile floor as you walk, your bare arms hugging each other across your chest as you try to stay warm in your pj pants and oversized short sleeved shirt.

“God, what do we live in, an ice box?” You say mostly to yourself as you enter the main living room. You’re surprised to receive a response.

“Morning, Y/n,” You brows raise as you see Dean sitting at one of the many wooden tables, smiling at you warmly. “I made you some coffee, black with a little bit of sugar, just the way you like it. Hopefully, it’ll help warm you up.” You see the steaming cup sitting in front of the chair across from him, and you smile and start to approach him, sliding into the chair across from him as your fingers wind through the porcelain handle of the cup.

You politely thank him, and you lift the cup to your lips before taking a small a small sip. Much to your surprise, you’re pleased to find that the coffee tastes exactly the way you like it, if not better. Dean had somehow known exactly how much sugar to add, and although you find it a little strange that he would pay that much attention to your preferences, it still goes down as a thoughtful gesture in your book.

As you slowly lower the cup into your lap, your hands resting on either side of it, you lift your head up to look at Dean and are caught off guard as you find that he’s already doing the same to you, his bright green eyes looking at you with such an intensity that it causes you to shy away. You bite your lip as your eyes dart down to the table, then to your other surrounds as you basically search for anything to look at other than him.

The silence soon becomes overwhelming heavy and undeniably awkward, so you force yourself to open your mouth. “So where’s Sam?” You ask, your eyes drawing themselves back to Dean’s. The trance he’s in suddenly breaks, and this time, he’s the one who looks away.

“Oh, uh,” Dean’s voice comes out sounding odd, and he clears his throat. “He went out to run some errands,” He replies. “Won’t be back until later this evening.” Right after seeing your crestfallen face, he rushes to add, “I know you wanted to do something today, we all did, believe me. But I was thinking that, I don’t know, maybe we could do something instead. Just the two of us,”

Your mouth opens partially as you try to come up with a proper response, but all that comes out is a small huff of air and a strangled sound, an you purse your lips. “I … Uh … “

“If you don’t want to do anything today, then that’s … That’s fine. We can wait for Sam.” Dean says, but you quickly shake your head, offering him a small smile.

“No, no, Dean, it’s fine, really. We can do something if you want.”

“You sure? It’s your day, Y/n.”

Smiling, you let out a small laugh. “It’s not my day, Dean. It’s not like there’s literally a national holiday based on me, like President’s day or even National Cheeseburger Day.”

Dean suddenly notices something and his brows furrow as he looks at you amusedly. “Really, Y/n? Did you seriously forget?”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” You reply in confusion, and Dean starts to shake his head, a small disbelieving smile pulling at one corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, as if struck with an idea, he freezes, his smile curing into a wide, slightly mischievous grin.

“Oh,” He says with a slight chuckle as his plan solidifies in his head. “I know what we should do.”

——————-

“Are you seriously not going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.”

“Really, Dean? Not even the teeniest, tiniest hint?”

“Not even the slightest.” You huff frustratedly at his response and jut your bottom lip out into a pout as you cross your arms. As you let out an deep sigh, you lean your head against the window, trying to occupy yourself with the passing trees and occasional herd of cattle and silently hope you’ll be arriving at your destination, wherever it may be, soon.

We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere.” You mumble, not expecting Dean to hear. But he does and laughs, glancing at you from behind the steering wheel of the impala.

“Geez louise, Y/n, hold your pea-pickin’ little horses. We’re almost there.”

You scoff and roll your eyes as you look out the window. “Almost where? Unless you’ve suddenly takin’ a liking to the boring and completely mundane, I don’t see how any part of this is gonna be the least bit exciting.”

Dean shakes his head, not taking his eyes off the raps in front of him. “Not everything has to have the potential threat of death looming over your head to be exciting, Y/n, trust me. There’s more to life than the jobs or just hunter lifestyle.”

“Like women?”

He laughs again as he nods his head. “Women most definitely being one of them,” A small smile plays on his lips as he twists the steering wheel in his hands and pulls the car around a corner. “But places like this are a completely different kind of exciting.”

You open your mouth to respond, your brows knitted together in confusion, but the words catch in your mouth when you see exactly what he means. In front of you is a large field, which would’ve been completely boring on it’s own, but with the rows and rows of different booths and tents and the large crowd of people swarming in and around it, the whole thing goes from a about a negative one to a ten on the excitement scale. A large sign raised above the entrance catches your attention, and after reading it, your face lights up in recognition and you let out a high-pitched squeal.

“No way, No fucking way, You breathe, amazed. “You brought me to a fair?” Your mouth hangs open in disbelief, a small smile pulling at the corners. Dean nods, appearing to be pleased with your reaction.

“Not just any fair, Y/n,” He says, his green eyes carrying a gleam of excitement in them.. “The Kansas State Fair.”

As he parks the car in an empty spot you begin to fidget restlessly, your body reeling with excitement, and before he can even shut off the engine, you’re already ripping off your seatbelt and flying out the door, with him calling after you. You take off in a dead run for the ticket booth, and it’s not long before Dean catches up to you, his long legs allowing him to move at a pace much closer to a jog rather than a run.

“Dude, unless you intend on paying, I suggest you slow down,” He says from beside you, but you only flash him a wide grin and push yourself to run faster, taking off ahead of him.

“C’mon, you big slowpoke!” You call over your shoulder. “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Dean groans and mutters something to himself before he starts to pick up the pace and race after you, now actually having to run some in order to keep up with you. It’s not very long before you come to a halt in front of the ticket booth, unable to wipe off the eager smile on your face. Dean’s only a few seconds behind you, and after he comes to a stop beside you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, he stares at you dumbfounded.

“Why are you not dying right now?” He asks in between breathes. You laugh, a little winded as well, but having a background like yours does wonder for your overall level of fitness. Sheepishly, you scratch the back of your neck and shrug.

“I did track all four years of high school, won state three years in a row.” You confess, and Dean’s brows raise as he gives you an impressed look.

“Yep. You’re awesome.”

————

The sound of Dean’s deep chuckling fills your ears as you eagerly pull him through the crowd, your eyes set on something on the other end. He loves this side of you. The child-like wonder and seeming endless grin on your face. It really was like you were a kid again, and that made him want to feel like one, too. After walking a ways, he finally stops beside you at a booth and chuckles.

“Ducks? You want to shoot ducks?” The bright classic yellow toy ducks moved along in two rows behind the counter, making small noises and quacks just like the real animal. You nod you head once, flashing him one of your signature smiles, and he returns his as he fishes money out of his wallet and hands a few bills to the man behind the counter. The man hands you each a toy gun and before long you’re both shooting away at the ducks, and one by one they fall.

“And you’ve won, sir! Which prize would you like?” The man turns and uses his hands to gesture at the various sized prizes along the wall. “We’ve got bears, basket balls, ducks, dogs,” He looks over at you and watches with a small smile as your eyes scan over each of the prizes with interest. “Maybe something for your girl, perhaps?”

What he says immediately catches your attention and you’re quick to correct him. “Oh, we’re not—” you gesture to the both of you, but Dean interrupts you before you can finish, pointing to something on the wall.

“That one on the left. Yeah, the bear,” The man hands it to him, and you realize with a laugh that it’s almost as big as you.

“Geez, Dean, that thing’s almost as big as me!” You say. He chuckles, nodding his head in agreement as he holds out the bear to you. You’re taken by surprise at first, and your eyes look up at his, and corners of his eyes pull tight as he smiles. Still hesitant, you slowly take the bear from him, your face softening as you notice how soft the fur of the stuffed animal is underneath your fingers

“Thanks,” You mumble, trying to ignore the flush of your cheeks or the odd fluttering in your stomach.

Later as you walk with Dean, a corn dog in your hand, and your new favorite stuffed animal, which you named Charlie, riding on the back of Dean’s shoulders, you find yourself asking a question that you’d forgotten you wanted to ask.

“So what’s with all this? The coffee, coming to the fair, the bear,”

Dean looks over at you still not believing that you haven’t caught on, even this far in the day after all these hours. “Do you seriously still not — Y/n, what day is it?”

You shrug. “I think it might be Saturday?”

“No, I mean like the date. Like what’s the actual date?” Again you shrug, and Dean rolls his eyes, turning to a random passerby for the answer instead. He taps the man’s shoulder and waits for him to turn around. “Hi, um. You wouldn’t happen to know today’s date, now, would you?”

The man’s brows knit together for a moment before he remembers, and then he casually replies with the date. After the man goes on his way, Dean turns back to you, and waits for your reaction.

Suddenly, it clicks, and afterwords you find yourself feeling like the world’s biggest idiot.

“You have got to be shitting me,” you finally reply, your eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s today? My birthday’s today? But I though it wasn’t for a few more months.”

Dean chuckles, finding the fact that you managed to forget about your birthday completely and totally amusing, and also kind of adorable, although he’d probably never admit that. “I guess time sure does fly when everything’s trying to kill you.” He replies, unable to hide his smile as he watches your nose scrunch up in thought, and he ruffles the top of your hair, forcing you to relax and let out a surprised laugh.

“Hey! Stop it!” Your laugh — Dean’s never really noticed it until today, but it’s a nice sound, something really beautiful. He loves being able to hear something like that come from you, loves being able to say or do something to make you laugh. Or smile. He loves your smile.

This is weird. Suddenly, he’s struck with feelings he’s never really known before, but he doesn’t want to ignore them or throw them away like they’re nothing because they’re not, and God knows how long it’ll be before one of you dies. Again. No, in due time he’ll tell you. Until then, though, he’ll just listen to the sound of your laugh and admire the way your face looks when you smile.

He lifts up the fabric of his sleeve to read his watch. “It’s getting late. Sam’s probably home now with the cake.”

“Cake? You got me a cake, too?”

He nods. “And presents,” Your mouth falls open slightly and he grins. “Hey, just because you forgot your birthday doesn’t mean Sam and I did, too!” You laugh, and Dean’s heart warms at the sound.

“Race you to the car!” You take off in a dead run for the parking lot, and Dean rolls his eyes, a small smile on his lips as he chases after you.

WHAT IF THIS HAPPEN AT YOUR HOUSE

Last night was the worst night by far.
Please read and help share this with the world. Words you wouldn’t usually read. 
By Khalid Elmezaini from Gaza.

“Last night was the worst night by far. Around 1 am the bombing was so intense that we decided to huddle together as a family in the living room away from the windows. Then a huge blast, so powerful it felt like the building was going to collapse. We hear screaming from the floor above us. We rush to the door, there is a woman carrying her 3 children running downstairs, "they hit our apartment” she screamed repeatedly. Was this a roof knock? Was her apartment really hit? Myself and 2 more ran upstairs to see, all we can see is smoke in her apartment, the bedrooms where her children sleep have smashed walls, a missile has hit her home. We couldn’t take chances. With the cloths on our backs we all ran downstairs to the ground floor. Do we leave? Where do we go? There is no place to go. And if we make a run for it they will target us, they always target moving groups. We decided that the 23 families should stay on the ground floor near the stairs. The children were crying, so were their mothers, it was chaotic. Then an even bigger bomb, louder than the first, the whole building shook, rubble flying onto our building, windows and glass smashing everywhere. We took our shahada, we were convinced this is our last night, that we wouldn’t make it. The bombing was intense, everywhere, north, south, east, west, it was random, every minute non-stop, we were just waiting our turn, like cattle for slaughter. 4 hours passed, non-stop shelling, then we can hear them coming, by their sound, the F16 fighter jets have arrived. By the time we made that realization, an explosion so powerful dropped us to the ground, rubble and smoke flew in, then quickly another closer one, then a third one a little further. All we could see are huge fire balls in the sky, light almost turning around corners. Moments later, a funny smell, we ran for any wet cloth, water on shirt and over the face will do. Time has passed, it was quiet for an hour. Was it over? The sun is now up, and we were happy to see it. We knew the zionist don’t hit as hard in day light as they do at night, where the cameras can’t capture the full scale of the destruction. We decided to go back to the lower level apartments, we were tired, we huddled and slept close to the door when deep down we knew that just like there is no where safe in Gaza, no place in our house is safer than any other.
Every house was hit, every building, every mosque, they have no targets, they do not know what they are doing.
This isn’t a fictional story, this is how we spent last night. And if the zionist think that this will scare us into submission, they need to think again, we only submit to GOD, we will never give up, we live and die with dignity and honour.“