winged rat

some potions-themed sass for @synonym-for-life


“There’s no need to call me sir, Professor”

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”)


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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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





“Careful What You Wish For”
Words: 1685
Rating: Explicit, cock warming, creampie, orgasm denial
Also on AO3


“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

I don’t own the image, and I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.  Other than that, enjoy!

“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.”


“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. 


“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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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. 

Random Shit about Sherlock Filming Locations in Cardiff


- 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.


- 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.


- 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.


- 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.


- 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.


- 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!

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.”

Favorite Scenes: Rats with Wings during Power Hungry (1.05)

I know we’ve only been together for a short time, but I think I’m going to miss them.  Such majestic creatures.

They’re rats with wings.  You’ll get over it.

All right, GPS is active.

Excellent.  Then we’re ready.

Come on, come on.

[Walter whistles, and the birds leave.]

Are you sure this is gonna work?

Of course not.

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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