.,.t.he way she looks at her..😩 i have reached the point where i simply cannot understand PPL WHO STILL DENY THE CHEMİSTRY AND VERY SPECIAL BOND between them look at this tiny cutie you still dont trust !?? LOOK HOW MUCH LOVE AND KINDNESS HER EYES RADIATE. So fuckin geniune…
I’m not dead just ridiculously busy with moving and whatnot!! I haven’t had the chance to draw in months and it almost started to physically hurt not to be able to draw so my resolution: to use the time i could be sleeping to animate 8,D
Got dem Sailor Moon feels back from marathoning all the newest musicals and crying at the beauty that is Yuuga Yamato as Mamoru Chiba.
This was going to be one hell of a good time. You can already taste it.
You tapped your fingers lightly on the steel counter, waiting for Sam to finish making his damn iced tea before going to join you guys as your referee.
Dean clicked his tongue impatiently and looked over at his brother. “Dude, really? Taking freakin’ ages, man. Hurry the hell up,” he snapped, turning his attention back to you.
You smirked. “Relax, baby boy. It’s only pie.”
Dean scoffed. “Only pie,” he muttered under his breath. He slammed his hand on the counter, making Sam sputter into his iced tea to keep from laughing. “Hurry up, Samuel!”
“Alright. Alright,” he settled next to us, a smirk on his face. “You guys are insane. Just letting you know.”
You grinned up at the tall Winchester before settling your eyes on Dean again.
Sam cleared his throat. “Rules. There are seven pies each. Whoever finishes all seven pies first, is free of laundry for a whole two months. And here’s the kicker…”
Dean and you looked up at Sam.
He smirked. “Use only your tongue. No teeth.”
Your smile dropped. “Use…? But, Sam, come on, our tongues are gonna be sore by the time we’re done.” You looked at Dean, hoping to see the same expression on his face. You rolled your eyes, however, when you saw him smirking at you.
“I have no problem using my tongue, Princess,” he drawled. He slammed his hand on the counter again, this time, a huge grin on his face. “Let’s do this!”
You groaned as you stood in front of your set of pies, your eyes no longer playful but wary. You knew you were done for. You couldn’t possibly get anything done with just your tongue.
“On your marks, get set- GO!”
You dove face first into the first pie, your hands clasped tightly behind your back as you stuck your tongue out and began to lick away at the sweet desert.
The kitchen was silent as you and Dean licked your way through the contest. Literally.
It was all fun and games. You were starting to get into it. And by the look of things, it seemed like you were almost done with your third pie, when you heard it.
Your tongue froze in mid swipe of the whipped cream. Your eyes snapped open.
Nahhh. It couldn’t be. Was Dean…? Is he actually…?
A low moan reached your ears and your head snapped up. Sam was no longer around and you mentally cursed the hazel eyed Winchester before getting a handful of pie and slamming it on top of Dean’s head.
“Arrrgh! What the hell?”
Dean looked up, slightly dazed and a bit irritated about being interrupted. He stared at you.
“What the hell, Y/N?”
It was then that you realized that your breathing was labored and it had nothing to do with eating the pies. You stared up at Dean, his lips red from the cherry filling, his nose and chin both a mixture of cherry syrup and whipped cream. You were pretty damn sure you looked the same.
“You did that on purpose,” you breathed, resting your hands on your hips to keep them from shaking.
Dean smirked. “Did what on purpose, Sweetheart?”
Oh he knew exactly what he did. He knew the affect he had on you. He had for months now, had even teased you slightly about it, running his hands down your arms when you were in line waiting for your order at a fast food restaurant. Or when you were trying to reach for something in the higher shelves in the kitchen and he was suddenly behind you, pressing into your back, his hands on your waist, gripping you just right.
He knew everything.
“You know exactly what, Winchester,” you muttered.
Dean slowly walked around the island counter, that tiny smirk still playing on his lips. He came to a stop just in front of you, your bodies almost pressing together. His eyes scanned your face before resting on your lips for a moment.
“And what might that be?” he murmured, his hand coming up to cup your face.
You swallowed hard. “You know exactly what-“
“Shh,” he hushed you before pressing his lips hungrily to yours.
Your mouth took him in almost instantly, sighing as his tongue touched yours. But then he did it again.
His tongue swiped inside your mouth and he moaned.
“God, you taste so good,” he breathed.
But this time, you didn’t smash pie anywhere on him. Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and deepened the kiss, ignoring the syrup and whipped cream getting into your hair.
time for the BIGGEST throwback!!
this is noodle from 3 years ago! Back when i first got her during my aquatic science class at my highschool!
See, my school had this really cool class where as a project you had to setup and take care of an aquarium during the year. (Idk if any other schools do this or not) Honesly this was my favorite class during highschool. There were 3 entire labs + other classrooms devoted entirely to students’ tanks. No tank was under 20 gallons, and the largest was 500.
I have several stories about this class that i might share sometime (Including one about students getting into a all-out brawl when someone messed with someone else’s tank. And moving from a “group member names on tank” to a secretive coding system after tanks started being sabotaged. It got interesting.)
My group had a 60 gal saltwater. We had 4 members and each picked a fish. One wanted 3 yellowtail damsels (i still have 2 of them) one wanted clownfish (my mom has one of them) one wanted an anemone, and I wanted……. a puffer (what??? Not an eel??? Nope. I hadnt learned to appreciate them yet).
We got all of those fish and…. an eel?? What?? We didn’t want this thing!
We got this random-ass eel shoved on us at the last minute.
No one was happy about it.
We named the eel “Danger-Zone”. Despite being only 10 inches long she was full on feisty! She lunged at hands, she bit (tiny teeth but still, OUCh), someone was always on “eel duty” when we cleaned the tank “watch the eel, WATCH It!” She was “the most aggressive snowflake eel” our instructor had ever seen. She would grab food, wrap around it and do some type of weird psuedo-alligator death roll.
After the class ended and my group members graduated it was time to take the fish home (as per the class, you were required to find homes for the fish, no ‘flushing’ or dumping them in ponds)
Guess who got the fish and the eel?
During my first year of college i left “Danger-Zone” home with my mom who renamed her “Dizzy” (because of the color pattern and the way she sways while waiting for food)
During my second year of college i moved into an apartment and brought the damsels and the eel with me. It was around this time that i named her “Noodle” (although my roomate prefers “Mr. Wiggles”).
She’s calmed down a lot as she’s aged. I don’t have to worry about getting bitten anymore. She’s also grown tremendously, reaching about 22 inches now.
She’s become my good noodle.