winged rat

anonymous asked:

fuck supergirl talking about krypton on her twitter but it's like "i just saw a seagull and lost seven years off my life" and someone's like "it's. just a seagull" and she just responds "a) they're rats with wings and b) we didn't have birds on krypton and i don't trust them"

kara sharing with people on twitter the story of how one time she was getting the hang of flying and a seagull just slammed into her, out of nowhere, and it was the rudest thing ever

one time she was swimming at the beach and admiring the fishes from afar and a seagull just swept in and ate the fish she was looking at (“rip robert”)

Dating Percy Jackson Would Include...

* Constant whining
* Cuddles 24/7
* Nvm I mean 25/9
* Him dragging you to the training grounds on days off
* And again, constant whining, but from you this time.
* “It’s hotter than hell out here, why are we training today?”
* “It’s not that bad, plus, we need to be on our a-game at all times.”
* “Ughhhhh”
* Waking up to nerf gun wars
* Dousing water on Percy to wake him up
* Then realizing that water makes him feel at home
* annnddd feeling like a moron when he falls into a deeper sleep
* Waking up to him cuddled up as close as possible to you, drool escaping his mouth and ebony hair a mess.
* Getting caught making out in the woods by Juniper’s friends
* Then doing kitchen duty for a week
* “Aw come on! Don’t you wanna-”
* “I swear to (g/p) if you say ‘scrub-a- dub dub’ I will end you”
* “…….”
* Sleepy Percy at breakfast, almost falling asleep on his blue pancakes.
* Both of you risking the chance of being harpy food when you have a nightmare late at light
* Constantly dragging Percy away from trouble
* “Wow, Percy, why are you such a douchebag?”
* “Who you calling a douchebag, douchebag?”
* “Screw you, Asshat.”
* “Oh shut it, you winged rat.”
* Apologizing to Jason later on
* “He didn’t mean it”
* *sniffle* “You sure?”
* “…..Yeah

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~Day

5

London’s air is now being monitored by these pigeons

For many city-dwellers, pigeons have a reputation as repugnant creatures — “rats with wings,” if you will — but in London, a handful of them are doing their part to tackle the city’s air pollution levels. Birds equipped with tiny pollution sensor backpacks and GPS devices took off on a three-day flight over the U.K. capital on Monday — and it couldn’t have come at a more critical time.

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“Careful What You Wish For”
Words: 1685
Rating: Explicit, cock warming, creampie, orgasm denial
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“Hey, buddy!  Just checking in to see how everyone’s doing out there,” Jack chirped gleefully into his Echo device.  He happened to be in a fantastic mood and wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to taunt the Vault Hunters.  The bandits suffered a minor loss recently at Hyperion’s Wildlife Exploitation Preserve, but even if it wasn’t much, the fit they had over one stupid animal was enough to make Jack giddy over his victory.

Not to mention, he also happened to be balls deep inside the most perfect ass in all of Helios.  One of the code monkeys caught Jack’s eye after the kid scored an Eridium mine for the company, and instead of spending his bonus on himself, this guy literally gave his right arm for the company.  Since then, he’d been overjoyed to give a hell of a lot more than just his arm.

This kid, Rhys, was one of the few people who had been able to handle anything Jack could dish out.  He’d been given a safe word, but Rhys never used it and always came back for more.

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Mordred x Reader: My Saviour


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“Good morning, little sister.”  You lifted your head and glared at Morgana.

“I’m not your sister,” You spat.  She smirked.

“No, I suppose you aren’t.”  She smiled softly.  “But you could be.”  You glared up at her.

“What are you talking about?”  She crouched down and gently stroked the side of your face.  You jerked your head out of her grasp. 

“You could join us.”

“Us?”

“Your dear sister-in-law.  She was the exact same as you at first,” She smiled.  “But then she came around eventually.”

“What did you do to Gwen?”

“Nothing much, she just realized where her true loyalties lie.  And while that’s great for me, I’m afraid it’s pretty bad for your precious Camelot.”

 “No,” You said in disbelief.  “No! She’d never join you!”

“Oh but she did.  Just like you will.”  You spat in her face. 

“I’ll die before joining you.”  She flinched, but recovered and calmly wiped the spittle from her face, before her hand shot out and struck you across the cheek.  You let out a pained gasp as you shrunk away from her.  She stood up and snapped her fingers.  Two armed men guards entered the room and each grabbed an arm, hauling you up roughly.

“Lock her in the north tower.” She told the men before turning to you.  “We’ll see how long it takes for you to reconsider my offer.”  You straightened up as much as you could and stared her dead in the eye.

“Hope you won’t be too disappointed.” She smiled a tight-lipped smile before the guards hauled you out of the room.

You had no idea how long it had been.  There were no windows in your cell, and the only light came from the torchlight shining through the heavy iron bars.  You heard the door creak open, and a stale bun was thrown onto the ground in front of you.  You glared at the guard.  “Would it kill you to throw it a few feet farther?”  You were answered by the slam of the door.  You rolled your eyes and tried to reach for the roll, but you were stopped by the heavy manacles around your wrist.  You groaned and rested your head against the wall.  You were so tired.  You wouldn’t give into Morgana, not ever, but on the other hand, you couldn’t keep this up much longer.  You closed your eyes and slumped against the damp wall.  Surely you could get away with a quick nap…right?

“Ah, Mordred!”  Morgana smiled as the young druid walked into the room.  “To what do I owe the pleasure?”  Mordred’s face remained stony.

“I’m done sympathizing.”  He said simply.  “My kind will never be welcome in Camelot, and I can’t take it anymore.”  Morgana smiled wider as her eyes twinkled sinisterly.   His tone suggested there were more reasons, but for now she’d let it slide.

“Oh, Mordred.  You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”  She gracefully stood and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.  “Come with me.  I have so much to tell you.”

As they walked, Morgana told Mordred her plans.  What she was going to do, what she needed him to do, what they would do when they succeeded.  As they conversed, a guard came up to them and whispered something in Morgana’s ear.  She stiffened and her eyes flashed dangerously.  Then she turned to Mordred and smiled politely.  “Forgive me, but I have things I need to attend to.  The castle is yours to explore.”  Then she left, leaving Mordred alone in the dark corridor.  Deciding he had nothing better to do, he began to slowly wander the halls.  He studied the interior.  Clean stone walls.  No chips.  Ivy growing in the west wing.  Rats in the south.  The east was gone completely. 

And then he made it to the north.  It was nothing more than a dark spiral staircase leading up into blackness.  Deciding there was nothing better to do, he climbed.

There was nothing at the top save for a rusty cell in the corner.  He was about to turn back, but heard the clanking of metal.  Raising an eyebrow, he approached the cell and looked inside.

His heart stopped.

You were huddled in the corner, your face hidden behind a curtain of dirty tangled hair.  “Y/N.” He breathed.  “Y/N!” He said louder.  He tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge.  He growled in frustration and stepped back.  He glared at the lock and his eyes turned yellow.  The padlock disintegrated and the door swung open.  He raced into the cell and did the same to the thick manacles around your wrists.  You slumped forward, but he caught you easily.  Cradling you in his arms, he gently pushed the hair from your face as gently as he could.  “Y/N,” He whispered.  “Wake up.” He watched your face, but you didn’t move.  He shook you and called your name again, before realization washed over him.  “No,” He breathed as a tear snaked down his face.  “No!”  He gasped and pulled you close.  “No,” He murmured into your neck as he rocked you back in forth. “No, no, no…”

“Mor…dred?”  He froze in disbelief.  “Hey,” You tried again, your voice weak and raspy.  “What’s wrong?”  His head snapped up and he stared at you incredulously. 

“Y/N?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Y/N!” His voice cracked as his lips crashed into yours.  You responded immediately, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.  When he pulled away, he wrapped his cloak around you and lifted you into his arms.

“What’s going on?”

“I thought you were dead.” He told you.  “We all did.  I couldn’t stay in Camelot.  Not when…” He shook his head.  “It doesn’t matter.  You’re alright now, and I’m taking you home.”  Just then, a guard walked in, quickly drawing his sword with a shout when he saw you two.  You buried your face in Mordred’s chest, but nothing happened immediately.  You raised your head, but Mordred gently pushed your face into his chest.  “I’ll tell you when you can look.”  You nodded and wrapped your arms around him even tighter.  He walked through the halls as quietly as he could.

“Mordred!” You heard Morgana snarl.  “What are you doing?”

“The only reason I came is because there was no reason for me to stay in Camelot.  But you’ve been hiding her here this whole time.”  The air grew cold.  “How long has she been here.”

“Listen to me—”

“How long?!”  She sighed.

“Longer than you’ve known she’s been gone.  I didn’t expect that decoy to work as well as she did.  And faking her death?  Priceless.”  Mordred stiffened.

“How.  Long.”

“Three months.” She said at last.

“She’s been here for three months?” Had you really been here that long?  He growled.  “That’s it.  I’m taking her home.”

“Oh are you now?”

“Yes.”  The air crackled, and you heard a loud noise.  Then silence.

“It’s over,” He told you softly.  “I’m taking you home.”  With that you fell into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in months.

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Not Dead Yet (Part 35)

*I know this is late. May has been a hellish month. Stupid %$#@$!$ basement flooding twice and scheduling errors at work messing up my routine. UGH! Glad this month is almost over. Have a nice long chapter for your incredible patience. New update to follow shortly! Love ya!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: langauge


When we got back to Neverland we landed right in the middle of camp and nearly crushed Ben. “Hey boys,” I let go of the cart, “Take what you need.”

The boys swarmed the cart and took the things they needed. I quickly grabbed my own things and set them down in an open place to set up my tent. I took my change of clothes and went to find a secluded pond to soak in. What I would love was a hot bath to help with the soreness in my abdomen but as far as I knew there weren’t any hot springs on Neverland.

I was feeling a little better after my soak and washing away the layer of dried sweat and other bodily fluids. I slipped on my fresh clothes and headed back to camp. Seeing all the tents back up was a welcome sight. After everything that’s happened to camp and the boys it was nice to see things return to some kind of normalcy.

When I got back to where I sat my supplies I was surprised to see my tent had been set up. Candace was outside in a carefully crafted nest and chirped happily when she saw me. I scratched the top of her head and crawled inside my tent. It was then I saw a piece of parchment resting on my cot. I picked it up and smiled at the wonderfully drawn picture.

While the evening was still young I wasn’t up for sitting around the fire or dancing with the others. I also didn’t want to risk the chance of running into Peter. Not to say I was embarrassed or anything I just know how much libido a boy can have and didn’t want to get cornered by him so soon. For the remainder of the night I stayed in my tent playing with Candace instead until I finally fell asleep.

If I thought sleep would help I was completely wrong, if anything when I woke up in the morning I felt even worse. It reminded me of when I first came to Neverland and how my muscles weighed down after days of training. Why must my body betray me this way?

It was early in the morning and the boys were still asleep. Good. I didn’t want to talk to anybody. I walked down to the beach and stretched my belly out on the warm sand. This feels nice.

“How the hell can you get up this early every morning?” So much for my pleasant morning.

“Hello,” I gave a pat to the sand next to me, “Come to mock my early morning routine once more?”

“Well it’s the only time you’re ever truly alone.” Peter sat down next to me, “Is there a reason you’re lying face down in the sand?”

“Because I can?”

“You’re sore, aren’t you?”

“Damn it all…” I muttered, “Yes, I am. What of it?”

“You should have just said so.” he rolled me over and laid his hand over my stomach, “Could have done this yesterday if you hadn’t avoided me.”

“Avoid is a strong word.”

“Yet it is what you did.” the ache started to fade, “I’m not mad just a tad disappointed that you would automatically assume I would, one, force you to have sex with me, and two, do it so soon after you lost your virginity. I have slept with literally dozens of women, a lot of them virgins, I know what they go through physically after it happens.”

“Man you really are a whore.”

“Y/N!”

“Sorry. Thanks for the consideration, truly, but I really don’t want to hear about how many naive virgins and drunken barmaids you’ve had sex with.”

“Figured.” he pulled his hand away, “I just want you to know that this doesn’t change anything between us. I don’t want you to feel like you have to avoid me because of what you asked me to do. That’s the whole reason you wanted to do it in the first place.”

“Well I wouldn’t say the whole reason.” I smirked at him. The tips of his ears burned red. “Didn’t understand that from yesterday did you? I would have thought the signs were obvious.”

“Oh my little Lost Girl,” he ran a hand through my hair, “You unravel me.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“That remains to be seen.” He pulled me closer with a cheeky grin. His gaze left mine to focus on something over my shoulder. “Someone’s watching us.”

“Who?”

“Your pet.”

I looked behind me to see Candace flitting closer towards us. How had she followed me out here? She hopped onto my lap and began chirping at me. “Hello darling, why are you out here?” I scratched the top of her head.

“It’s very attached to you.”

“Her name’s Candace.”

“You named your phoenix Candace?”

“Well what would you name it?” Why is everyone so critical over her name?

“I don’t know something more deserving of an immortal phoenix like…the Neverbird.”

“Do you just name everything after Neverland?”

“It’s a good name.”

“It’s a title not a name.”

“Candace the Neverbird.”

“Is Candace the phoenix just not mystical enough for you?”

“My island, my rules.”

“My bird, my name.”

“I’m calling it the Neverbird.”

“You’re an idiot.” I picked up Candace and stood up. “I think she’s hungry, I’m going to go find her some food.”

“I’m gonna catch a couple more winks.” Peter reclined back on the sand and closed his eyes. “I have to go out and start collecting boys later.”

“Finally, some new blood to instill fear into.” He peeked an eye open at me, “What?”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you. Do you wanna come?”

“You want me to come with you to find new boys? Haven’t we spent enough time together recently?”

“There’s never enough time with you. Also more specifically we’ll be finding the boy that’s going to save my life. So?”

“As fun as that sounds I think I’ll sit this one out. There are things to do here.”

“Suit yourself.” he closed his eyes again and I left into the jungle to find Candace some food.

As much fun as roaming the realms and finding new boys would be I needed some space from Peter. I feel like everywhere I turn he’s there. I need some time away from the boys in general. I love them like brothers but it can all be a bit much. I’m as rough and tumble as the next boy, even more so in some cases, but I am also still a girl. There was a part of me that hated some of the jokes they made or their lack of sanitary habits.

If I am being honest with myself it was more than that. Being the only girl on the island can get frustrating. I’ve never been friends with girls, not even before Neverland. It was always just me and the boys. I never even knew my own mother. Would I even get along with girls? Can I even consider myself one after all these years without any interaction with another?

“At least I have you, huh?” I lifted Candace to my shoulder, “I’m not seeing any berries around here. Let’s try someplace else.”

I trekked further into the jungle searching for a berry bush until I finally found a grove of them near the far side of Dead Man’s Peak. “Here you go,” I picked some and held them up for Candace to eat, “You’re looking bigger already. How fast do you age? Maybe Peter would know we’ll ask him later.”

When I got back I was only slightly disappointed to see he had disappeared from the island. He wouldn’t return till late in the night I was sure. I dropped Candace back at my tent and by now everyone was awake and getting ready for training. I had been slacking on my training lately and stuck with Felix for some real challenge.

“Come on Y/N,” Felix sighed, “I thought you were a tad better than this.”

“Just a bit off this morning.” I refused to admit I was rusty. Rusty meant clumsy and clumsy meant death in a real fight.

We started again and I got some of my prowess back but took a few more hits and falls than I should have allowed. Training last late and I was dripping with sweat by the end. Most of the boys were too and we decided to take a quick dip to cool off.

“This is nice,” I floated back on the pond.

“Yeah,” Devin floated next to me, “Until someone does something like this.” Devin launched himself at me and dunked me under the water. I pulled him down with me. Why can’t we have a swim without it turning into a brawl? So is the life of a Lost Girl I suppose.

We thrashed about in the water for a bit having some good fun. Devin had me in a lock and the other boys came over to pester me while I was subdued. I thrashed even harder trying to break free when a loud noise like a needle to the ear pierced the air. Devin dropped me to clamp his hands over his ears. I looked to find the source of the noise and saw it was Candace. She had followed me again. I quickly swam to the shore and tried to shut her up. Once she saw me she quieted down.

“What the hell was that?!” Toodles asked. The others looked at me accusingly.

“I didn’t do this.” Candace kept chirping until I picked her up. “She must have thought I was in trouble.”

“We were horsing around. Is your rat with wings that dumb?”

“Don’t insult her, she can’t tell the difference. She only saw me struggling.” I gave her another soothing pet. “It’s sweet.”

“No, it is dangerous.” Toodles said and there was a murmur of agreement from the others.

“This is madness. She’s just a little bird that wanted to protect me. She’ll learn.”

“I don’t know why Pan lets you keep it.” Billy sneered.

“I would have thought that much was obvious.” Devin pulled himself onto the bank next to me, “Pan and her are sleep–”

I pushed him back in the water before he could say another word. I don’t know if he was kidding or if he somehow actually knew but I wasn’t going to let him implant the idea in the other’s minds. “You all are so paranoid. Why wouldn’t we want an all powerful immortal phoenix on our side? She’s not even fully grown and her screech discombobulated you all within seconds. She’s valuable and Peter recognizes this, that is why she stays. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to dry off and get something to eat. Bring your torches and pitchforks if you want to rebel against our leader’s wishes.”

Without another word I grabbed my things and sauntered back to camp. The boys did have a point though. Candace was still only a baby right now and she was already capable of a lot. I’m going to need to keep a better watch on her if I don’t want to lose her.

I grabbed some food and started wandering around the island. Maybe I should leave. A pleasant day trip to some far off realm with no boys. That sounded marvelous right now. To do that I would need a bean though and the harvest was under twenty four hour watch now that we had the pirates to worry about. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen them in a while, I wonder what they’re up to. Not curious enough to bother heading to the coast to find their ship but curious nonetheless. By the end of the day I had found myself reclining high in Peter’s Thinking Tree and watching the glimmer of the sea in the last rays of the evening sun. Candace had flown off somewhere the higher I had climbed and hadn’t returned.

This is so boring. Hopefully a new face around here will liven things up. I let out a yawn and fell asleep on the large bough of the towering tree. In the morning I woke up and nearly fell from my precipitous bed. I got my bearing about me and went back to camp. There was a new face milling about with the others but all I could think of was how my back ached from sleeping so awkwardly on the hard tree.

“What’s a lady doin ‘ere?” the new boy pointed to me accusingly.

“Trust us,” Nick slung an arm over my shoulder, “She’s no lady.”

“And I can break your head open like an egg with one hit.” I grabbed Nick’s spear and gave it an effortless twirl in my hand, “Suffice to say, don’t try anything.”

The young fool turned as white as a sheet and backed away slowly. Smart move.

“Must you cause so much trouble so early?” Ben approached from where the new boy had fled.

“I was simply telling him how things are around here. If one is to thrive on Neverland then they need thick skin.” I rubbed at my stiff neck. “Benny boy, know anything about easing a sore neck?”

“Sorry no.” he shrugged.

“Great.” I grumbled and collapsed back in my tent while the others headed to training for the morning. Candace chirped happily at me when she saw I had returned. She supposedly has healing abilities but I doubt they could help with the ache running down my spine. Why does my body hate me so?

Candace, annoyed by her lack of attention, pecked at my feet and ankles. “Bugger off,” I shooed her away, “Let me get some rest.”

She continued to peck and peck until it got to be too much. “What is your problem?” I shouted back as I went to push her away again but noticed she wasn’t the one that had just poked me.

“Hello to you too?” Peter quirked an eyebrow up at me.

“What do you want?” I fell back against my cot with a thud.

“Why aren’t you at training?”

“Sore.”

“Still?”

“Not from that.” I glared at him. “I slept in a tree and now my back hurts.”

“My silly little pet,” he squeezed into the tent next to me, “Want me to help?”

“Sure,” I rolled over so I was laying on my stomach.

I was expecting the usual ado where he placed a hand on my back or wherever I was hurting and his magic cleared up the ache but that’s not what he did this time. He did place his hands on my back but he was rubbing it instead. It felt good and was relieving some tension so I didn’t bother asking why he was doing this instead of using magic.

I felt myself relax more as he kneaded my back, shoulders, and neck. I let out a sigh of contentment and rolled back so I was facing up. I hadn’t realized it before but he had been straddling me the entire time and now I was trapped beneath him. The last time I was in this position flew across my mind and my heart missed a beat. The same thought must have entered Peter’s mind because he began running a hand down my side.

We couldn’t do it here, could we? All the boys are at training right now…no one would be back for another hour or two at least. Without realizing it I had been sliding my hands against his thighs straddled on either side of me. I gave him a smile and he returned it with his own salacious grin.

I was less weary this time when he bent down to kiss my neck. I let out a soft sigh and stretched my neck so he could get to it easier. He pulled back for a moment to rid me of my shirt. He studied my body much in the same way he did the first time. He poked my side and I winced. “Where’d did all the bruises come from, pet?”

“I took a few lumps training with Felix the other day.”

“Clumsy, Lost Girl, very clumsy.” he murmured as his face hovered over my abdomen, “Want me to kiss it better?”

“Shove off,” I sat up and pushed his face away, “Do you always have to be such a prat?”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” he wrapped my legs around his waist, “Speaking of having me…”

“Bite me,” I rolled my eyes. He smirked wider before biting down hard on the space between my neck and shoulder. “Ow! I didn’t mean literally!”

“Oops,” he shrugged innocently, “I was just complying to the wish of my Lost Girl.”

“Cheeky prat.”

“Sticks and stones pet,” he pressed against me kissing me hard.

As I was starting to roll Peter’s shirt off the sound of someone milling about the camp made me freeze. “Someone’s out there.” I whispered in a panicked voice.

“They’ll go away,” he whispered back claiming my lips again.

“Y/N, are you here?” I recognized Nick’s voice, “The new kid wants to try fighting you.”

“They’re looking for me,” I warned him but my pleas fell on deaf ears, “they’re gonna realize I’m in my tent.”

“They will if you keep talking.”

The footsteps got closer. “Y/N, are you still sleeping?” Nick called again.

Peter shook his head at me.

“Trying to,” Peter frowned at my response, “What do you want?”

“The new kid thinks you’ll be an easy win and wants to fight you. Wanna prove him wrong?”

“Not right now,”

“Come on, you’re already awake.” I could make out his shadow outside the tent.

“No!” I blurted, “I–I’m not dressed. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay…? I’ll wait out here for you to get ready.” his shadow left and his footsteps receded.

I let out a breath of relief. Peter was glaring at me. “Why?”

“He was about to barge in on us.” I stressed.

“No he wasn’t. If you wouldn’t have answered he would have left.”

“You can’t be sure of that.”

“Fine, next time I won’t let you slip away though.” he rolled off me so that I could get dressed again and leave.

“Just so you know,” I turned back to him, “I’m disappointed too.”

He was still frowning but there was a playful glint to his eyes. I closed the space and pressed a kiss to the bottom of his jaw. “Come by in a bit if you want to watch me break the new kid in.”

Taking down the new kid took a whole of five seconds. He stammered about how he wasn’t ready and demanded a rematch. Again and again I slammed him into the ground. Both with weapons, only him with a weapon, hand-to-hand, I even allowed the idiot to choose one of the boys so it was two to one. Each time he went down with ease.

The new boy groaned on the ground. “Come on kid, give it up already.”

“N-No…” he pushed himself to his feet, wincing as he did so. “I’m not a kid. I wanna go again.”

“Please,” I shoved him gently and he staggered back, “You are weak, you can’t defend yourself from the simplest attack, your movements resemble that of a dying warthog and you are as dumb as the ocean is deep. But you have tenacity. A real stubbornness. I can respect that.”

“Huh?” he looked at me confused.

“Don’t act so oblivious. You’re one of us now. We’ll turn you into a proper Lost Boy yet.” I held out a hand, “What’s your name?”

He glanced between me and my hand repeatedly before grasping it tightly in his own. “I’m Rufio.”


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Random Shit about Sherlock Filming Locations in Cardiff

THE GAY PILOT

- 28 the Parade - what we affectionately called the Sad Gay Batman roof

- Mount Stuart Square – plot twist the boys had their “walking into the twilight together” moment at Mount Stuart Square.  The tree in the background has blossomed, much like their love.

SEASON ONE

- National Museum Cardiff – you literally walk in and are instantly assaulted by emotions because the staircases are the first things you see.  Also the gift shops are filled with lots of bees.

- Ba Orient – it’s located in a pretty prominent area in Mermaid Quay, so every time we walked past it, we made snide comments about asshole Sebastian trying to having his dinner and Sherlock and his boyfriend John busting in and being all yo son your co-worker DED.  Also it is definitely not actually a sushi restaurant named Ba Orient.

- Roland Kerr College/Cardiff School of Chemistry – this is just really fucked up because it looks almost nothing like what you see in the show.  The two separate buildings?  Those don’t exist.  That shit is all one giant circular building, my friend.  Visual effects are crazy.

SEASON TWO

- Heddlu De Cymru – aka Roath Police Station. Obviously we couldn’t go inside where they filmed to see the exact location, but we were outside it and it didn’t really look at all like a police station.  The outside of the building is actually rather creepy.  Also right as we were about to get here, we walked past a London taxi cab (which looks completely different from a Cardiff taxi cab) and it was suspicious as hell.

- Tredegar House – we actually made a day trip out here at the end of the week that they used it for base and it’s super precious.  The last owner was a hilarious gay man who reminded us of Mark and there is a dalek in the stables since they’ve used it for Doctor Who.

- Cardiff City Hall – we couldn’t go in because there was a wedding happening at the time.  We mentioned that we should have brought cufflinks for the occasion.

- School of Optometry and Vision Sciences – there was nothing to see there but we kept trying.

MANY HAPPY RETURNS

- Corner of Bute St and James St – first of all, Bute Street takes up half of Cardiff.  Seriously, it is the longest street in the whole damn city and ends with, surprise surprise, Bute Park.  Secondly, there is a salon in the corner as Lestrade is walking called the Guy Christian Salon.  There are a lot of these in Cardiff and this is the first one I saw.  The first time I saw it, we were on a bus and I had just gotten there, unexpectedly arriving after an awful four hour bus ride next to an asshole and I was exhausted, irritable, and not fully with it.  I saw Guy Christian and was 100% sure it said Gay Christian.  From that day forward, all Guy Christian Salons were Gay Christian Salons.  Also, this exact spot on the corner is about a street away from Mount Stuart and if you cross the street and keep walking about 400 odd feet, boom you’re at the drug den entrance.

- National Assembly – it’s open to the public and is designed to be a meeting place (hahaha good one, to quote hotsmug) and there are exhibitions and a café.  It’s actually really aesthetically pleasing from the outside, no lie, and it looks right out over the water in Mermaid Quay.

- The Packet Hotel Public House – it may look cute, but they don’t serve food.  Luckily it’s right down by Mermaid Quay and there are 8000 restaurants down there but SERIOUSLY WHAT KIND OF PUB DOESN’T HAVE FOOD.

SEASON THREE

- 111-112 Bute St – okay so the cool thing about the drug den is that is actually looks like it could really be a drug den.  Like you walk up to it and it does for the most part look like that and we’re pretty sure it’s just empty buildings next to it and it’s creepy as hell.  It doesn’t go in nearly as far as it looks and it’s in a really nice area so it’s kind of random but cool whatever you do you drug den. Also on one of the days we were in Cardiff Doctor Who was randomly filming there too because why the hell not.

- Cardiff University Main Building – aka the hallway of EMOTIONS.  Fittingly this is the science building so you’re literally surrounded by science classrooms as you’re being assaulted on all sides by angst and sorrow.  As you walk up and down, gently caressing the walls and trying to hold in your tears, try and keep your weeping to a minimum because this is actually a school and there are people trying to, you know, study, but this also means that you’re not likely to get kicked out, which is cool.  They filmed on both corridors, but the one on the left as you walk in the more familiar of the two.

- 10 Wordsworth Avenue – John and Mary’s flat is hella adorable, no lie.  It’s literally in the middle of nowhere though so they’d both be bored out of their fucking skulls in a minute.  It was also really weird just standing on the street staring at someone’s house, which is why we didn’t take pictures of it.

- Kapu – sadly not actually a gay bar, but apparently it is tropical themed.  There is a gay bar right down the road named, fittingly enough, Mary’s.

- Kitty Flynn’s – it’s super precious and sells specialty beers and nibbles.  We basically sat down, had emotions, and left.  It’s about two doors down from Kapu.

- Cardiff Crown Court – appropriately enough, the law courts are actually located here.  If they actually put a coffee kiosk here, it would probably do some bomb ass business between the students and the police force, actually.  Right across the street there’s a nice little park (Cathays Park) where we decided John and Sherlock should get married because it is super adorable and has a precious little gazebo.

SEASON FOUR

- Charles Street – the Christmas lights are definitely up all the time (they were up while we were visiting in early August and there was no filming happening at all).  Also this is the gay district in Cardiff which is seriously excellent.  Hotsmug and I visited a gay bar on drag night on the next street over one of our nights visiting.

- New Theatre – we walked past it.  A lot.  There really doesn’t seem to be anything all that fantastically special about it, honestly.

- Cardiff University Students’ Union – this place is the most hospital looking place to ever hospital.  Seriously who the fuck designed this place, what the ever living hell is wrong with them.  That shit is eerie.  Also we rushed through it because we were pretty sure we were going to get kicked out. I mean, it was also really cool looking…in a hospital kind of way.  It just really creeped me out okay despite the fact that it had a Starbucks.

- Mint and Mustard – actually looks like a really cute place.  We got off the bus for a day at the beach and it was just right there. We may have no idea what happened there, but the place looks adorable and the food is actually pretty high class (nice one John).

- Portland House – right across the street from the drug den and on the opposite side of it is Mount Stuart Square.  It’s not as nice and fancy looking outside as the pictures make it out to be.  It actually looks rather shit when you’re walking past it.

- St David’s Hotel – it’s the first five star hotel in Cardiff (thanks, boat tour) and it’s basically jutting out into the water.  There’s…really not much else to say because we’re frankly too poor to be able to tell you more.

- Mount Stuart Square – the pic that Arwel took of the clock to troll us while they were filming at Mount Stuart is actually part of construction that seems to be there all the time – hotsmug took pretty much the exact same pic.  Also, that vid of Ben pretending to shoot the seagulls?  He did that because they are always around. Making noise.  Being a nuisance.  Because seagulls are rats with wings.  They are evil assholes.  I hate seagulls and they are particularly awful in the Mount Stuart area.  And appropriately enough, there is a very nice wine bar and book shop across from the church at Mount Stuart where we found the book Swimming with Sharks.  SYMBOLISM.

- Cardiff Bay Barrage – it’s actually in Penarth and there’s a random ass restaurant thing right after you get off the bridge.  The whole thing is pretty cool, like a manmade canal type deal that opens the bay to the greater part of the ocean, but apparently there was some controversy over it when it was initially built.  Regardless it took us about a half an hour to walk there because there are no direct bus routes from the Quay there and there was a food festival happening so our bus stopped earlier than it should have so that was an extra fun adventure.  


Well, hopefully you enjoyed this little journey into the Sherlock filming places around Cardiff.  All of the kudos to @hotsmugstache for a good portion of these pics and her and the flatmate for helping me create this post! Obviously this isn’t all of the locations, but it was the ones we had the chance to visit and explore.  Enjoy!

Love or Hate (Part 3 of 13)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,160

Warnings: language, excessive snark, childish behavior

A/N: These two, I swear. Get a room.

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Hi everyone!

I’ve added some new works to my redbubble shop if anyone is interested. You can find different designs fro different fandoms, from Final Fantasy to Pokemon, animals and such!
Here you can fond all of y woks!
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phoenixtcm  asked:

I've been wondering this for a while and I thought I'd ask you this! Would it be possible for a mammal who's of a species that does not have wings to be able to USE wings if they surgically got them applied, with muscles and whatnot that were needed to move the wings? Or, would they need a brain that could use the wings as well? Like, if we managed to 3D print rat tissue into wings and surgically gave them to a rat, could the rat fly?

The thing is, flight requires a lot more than just muscles. I think the brain would be able to learn how to move the wings, might even be able to learn how to do that without the test subject actively thinking about each step along the way, but I doubt that we’d get to see flight anyways.

For the simple reason that flight is an incredibly specialized way of moving. It’s the bar none most expensive way to get from A to B and requires a lot more than just muscles. If you look at the chordates that can actively fly (Birds, bats) they’re very very specialized in things from beyond their muscles. Their skeleton structures are altered, if you look at the most specialized flyers on this planet, birds, they’ve altered their bone structure, their internal structure, their metabolism.

So even if you stuck functional wings onto a rat and somehow managed to implant it in a way that leaves them entirely functional (which…. unlikely really), I doubt that the rat would be able to fly for longer stretches because rats are totally not built for it. 

Cas isn’t an angel anymore but Dean’s not sure he can be counted as entirely human, either. Sure, he eats and sleeps and expels waste like a human (and bitches about it endlessly some days), but there’s also all these things that are just… off about him.

He barely needs to shave, for one. It takes days for his stubble to grow beyond a five o’clock shadow. His hair and fingernails also take forever to grow. It’s not that Cas isn’t aging, because the lines on his face have definitely grown more defined and his hair’s slowly starting to turn grey, but his body seems to change a lot slower than is normal for a human.

He’s also some kind of animal-whisperer. Whenever they pass dogs in the street, they jump all over themselves to get closer to Cas, who pets them and talks to them like they can understand what he’s saying. The freaky thing is, Dean’s pretty sure they can. 

Pigeons also seem to seek out Cas and often perch on his shoulders. Cas never shoos them away even though those things are basically just rats with wings and are probably all riddled with disease.

Strange as it is, Dean can kind of understand why those animals wanna be closer to Cas. He can’t really define it but there’s this air of something about Cas that makes it comforting to be near him. 

And it’s more substantial than that. About a month after they started sharing a bed, Dean got up and realized that his bum knee didn’t ache at all anymore. It had been getting better so gradually that he hadn’t even noticed it was happening until the pain was completely gone.

“Are you complaining about that?”

Dean snorted, turning his head on his pillow to face Cas. “God, no. It’s just weird, is all.”

“I suppose.” Cas shifted, expression turning uncomfortable. “You are right, I’m not entirely human. I didn’t fall the way angels usually do. Some of my grace still remains.”

He doesn’t say it out loud, but Dean can hear the unspoken question: Does that bother you? He leans in, catching Cas’ lips in a brief kiss.

“Who cares?” he mumbles, pulling away just a bit but still staying close enough for their noses to touch. This, too, feels comforting in a way Dean can’t even explain. “Human, angel, whatever. You’re awesome, anyway.”

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More Dime Rats, Dime Guinea Pigs, Dime Chinchillas and accessories will be up in my Etsy Sunday (May 22nd) at 11am PST!

~ Dime Rats and Dime Guinea Pigs $8 (each)
~ Dime Chinchillas $9 (each)
~ Cage W/ Water Bottle, Hammock (original style) and Corner Litter Box (w/ litter) $55
~ Cage W/ Water Bottle, Cube Hammock and Corner Litter Box (w/ litter) $63
~ Tiny “Wodent” Wheel $12
~ Bowl W/ Lab Blocks or Pellets $1
~ Wings (basic) $1 (each rat)
~ Rex Fur $1 (each rat)
~ Magnetized W/ Food $15
~ Magnetized Momma and Babies $20
~ Igloo $15
~ Rainbow Bridge $25 (w/ cosmetic defects $13)

Shipping/handling will depend on weight/where it is going. For small packages (1 to 9ish Dime Rats) with in the US from $3 to $7 and international from $7 to $15. For large packages (cages) in the US $11 and international $25. *I do refund shipping overcharges*

.:A Note On Commissions:.
I have had many people contact me about commissions and I know it has been a while since I have been able to offer them. I also still need to reply to some souls and will be when I can. So to give everyone a small advanced notice, I will make a tentative goal of offering a few commission reservations next month of Dime Rats (or other Dime Creatures).

Thank you so much to everyone who has shown interest in my art and I do hope I get to create something lovely for you in the future! ♥
 ~ Eve