toy cakes

Cake Batter Slime!

Listed on my etsy (TransSlimes)

This slime is an all time favorite of my wife and I, it’s soft and doughy but REALLY stretchy and it smells SO so so good! Scented like Birthday Cake, with a few pony beads here and there in rainbow colors, it’s such a good texture and tbh I’m keeping one for myself! Not sticky, at all!


Baby Firefly and Baby Glory sit atop the cake in the fairy themed “Sparkle Wedding” of Jennifer and Sarah Diemer, who had decided to have a second wedding after same-sex marriage was legalized in New York in 2011. 

You can see more photos of the wedding here at their filckr.

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I finally came up off the cage floor!

My toe does make it a little hard to climb the bars, especially the vertical bars, but I can do it with a little effort.

I’ve been alternating eating and singing for awhile now.

I’ll even respond if my keeper whistles at me!

I’m still not sure about these pellets mixed in with my seed, but my keeper isn’t concerned about that now, he’s just glad I’m eating.

Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 4

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst

Warnings: Violence (heavy abuse), (lots of) blood, (strong) language

Word Count: 4,386

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It didnโ€™t take long for you to find a way to steal Chanyeolโ€™s handgun. It was secured within his dresser, granted, but it being under lock and key only seemed to heighten your motivation.

Once it was within your grasp, you used the butt of the firearm to hammer away at your chains. The metal loop they had been hooked around eventually fell to the concrete floor with a heavy clank. You let out a sigh of both relief and partial freedom. It was the first victory you had against them. It was their first defeat.

You dragged yourself, feet still bandaged, to the other side of the room and avidly searched for something, anything that could be used to dislocate the heavy, clanking metal from your ankle. After scouring the steel lockers and chests for a few minutes, you scored a pair of weighty, industrial wire cutters. This was the moment you cursed yourself for being a seraph, as your arms began to burn and grind as they relentlessly attempted to cut the chains. After over a dozen failed attempts, you were rewarded with the most satisfying snap you remember hearing in a long time. You rubbed your bruise-covered ankle and kicked the remaining length of chain away from you.

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