you wanted to breed on me

Also, to continue vagueing because I know at least a couple of you also follow me on Tumblr:

Raven can rant all she wants about respecting opinions but when her opinions are “all bull breed dogs are evil and should be killed” and “trans people are fakers” then her opinions are damaging and reprehensible and I’m not going to pretend to respect them. Her opinions are shit and she can eat it.

Gosh, it disturbs me to see you humans
Compared to me, you’re just lumps
Nobody here wants to be you, humans
When I can play you for chumps
The universe came to revolve around me
Your favourite omnipotent guy
Everyone wants to evolve to be me
And I know it’s not hard to see why

No-one strips like a Q
No-one quips like a Q
No-one comes face-to-face with Borg ships like a Q

You can ask Jean-Luc, Janeway or Sisko
“Perfect,” they’ll say! “He’s a Ten!”
I have not yet appeared on the Disco
But if they piss me off, they won’t be merry men

No-one breeds like a Q
Or does deeds like a Q
No-one matches a starship’s warp speeds like a Q
You might say psychologically compensating -
No! I’m just awesome! I’m Q!

The best of you
I do eclipse
I’ll kidnap your crew
And I’ll claim my own pips…

None makes strife like a Q
Takes a wife like a Q
No-one just rearranges your life like a Q

I’m immortal, so I don’t hate Mondays
I don’t eat, so I don’t need a fridge
Though I have had ten chocolate sundaes (that’s right!)
And ev’ry last inch of me’s nude on the bridge

No-one plays like a Q
Just delays like a Q
No-one’s always demanding of praise like a Q
I’m especially good when you’re venerating
Amen!
Send prayers to your Q!


When I was a Q I made galaxies crawl
My will had unbelievable range
And now I’m still Q and I still have it all
‘Cause a Q doesn’t age, grow or change!

Oh, ahhh, wow!

No-one’s smart like a Q
Or makes art like a Q
No-one stabs you right there in the heart like a Q!
Now I’ll put you on trial and be devastating!
My, what a guy,
I’m Q!

anonymous asked:

can you maybe...... upload bear? if not, can you tell us what breed he is? i want him in my game so bad he's so cute he makes me so happy

THANK U I LOVE HIM TOO ill upload him once he dies maybe??? but hes a shi tzu (idk how to spell that) and i barely edited him when i first got him so it shouldnt be that hard to recreate him if ur impatient

there’s something about cheesecake factory that is so insatiably attractive to me. is it the architectural vomit that supports it, like the fever dream of a stressed art history student come to fruition? is it the multitude of eye of saurons casting judgement on you as you sweat through a novel of entrees, trying to decide between three different breeds of egg rolls that have no business existing? is it the food that pars just slightly above decent, but has no trouble reminding you of the failed culinary dreams of the hands that crafted it? who knows.

who wants cheesecake

ABO Day

From midnight on 11-16-17 to midnight 11-17-17 (Hawaiian Time) I will be writing only abo ficlets. This is a quickly dine pick and choose list, but I’ll also take original prompts and…such.

So. Four lists that cover the ABO basics. Pick from the lists, 1 from trope, from status as needed, and whatever hellish amalgamation you want from grabbag (have fun with it.) And then the standard pairings/moresomes.

K? K. Let’s go.

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  • Status/Dynamic (send in Status!Character format. Mix and match as you see fit)

Omega

Alpha

Pack alpha (1 A/many omegas and betas)

Pack omega (1 O/many alphas and betas)

Prime Alpha (pack leader)

Prime Omega (pack leader)

Packs

Something else, idk, thrill me.

  • Trope

Heats/ruts

Nesting

Biting/marking

Crooning/Gentling/Calming

Scenting/scent marking

Alpha voice/commands

Omega Thrall

Omega (head)space.

Courting

Mating bonds

Knotting

Breeding/Pregnancy

Firsts

Collaring (for alphas or omegas. Equality)

  • Grab bag of shit (go nuts or don’t pick anything at all. Send in your own thing. IDK man. Grab bag. This is your chance, abuse that power.)

Alien AU

Were/Shifter AU

Demons/Angels

Human AU

Intersex omegas

Anthro AU

Mer/sea life

Warbride/Stolen Omegas or Alphas (equality!)

Arranged mating/marriage

Rituals/traditions (can relate to mate picking, pack things, personal heat/rut rituals. Whatever.)

  • Fandom/Ship, as copied from my other prompt lists (in before but what about…! No. Stop. Don’t.)

FFXV: Prompto/Gladio, Ignis/Noctis, OT4, Nyx/AnyoftheBros, Nyx/Allthebros (I’m going to limit the number of Prompto/other prompts, not counting OT4 ones, I take to 4 or 5. You guys are obsessed and have to be reigned in. *finger waggle*)

Persona 5: Akira/Ryuji, Akira/Mishima, Akira/Yusuke, Ryuji/Yusuke, Ryuji/Mishima, All four? Idk, thrill me.

The Hobbit/Lotr: Gimli/Legolas, Bilbo/Thorin, Bilbo/Bofur, Fili/Kili, Fili and/or Kili/Ori or Bilbo or Frodo or probably anyone, tbh, don’t judge me, I’m flexible, Ori/Dwalin, Nori/Dwalin, Balin/Dori, Thorin/Dwalin…look, this. This could go on for a while. Can we just assume Company/Any other member of the company? …Or Company/Whole Company.

MHA: Izuku/Katsuki

MCU: Thorki

And I’m accepting prompts starting now so. Don’t hold back. Inbox is open. Go forth.

have you ever taken the time to really look into this face, though

Should I have a hen or rooster as a house pet?

Both sexes:
• snuggle and cuddle a bunch!
• are very devoted to their flock mates
• highly trainable
• will smell bad if they’re not on a good diet, but will smell amazing if they are on a quality diet, like spices and powder
• can wear a diaper
• beg for food
• have soft feet and beautiful feathers
• amazing eyes
• will love you
• will try to protect you

Hens:
• like to talk, some more than others, the classic “booock boooooooock bock bock bock” and lots of noise after they lay an egg
• might go broody depending on the breed, they can become TOTAL grumps
• may become roosters if they’re old or have a damaged ovary (which means crowing, big comb and wattles, long tail, the whole deal)
• can be spayed and basically become the latter
• Eggs which grant the following:
- yummy food that’s healthy for both you and your hen! Cook up a nice meal that you can both enjoy after her hard work
- a need for lots of calcium in the form of layers mash, oyster shells, crushed egg shells, or vitamins
- a need for at least 4 hours of sunshine each day to process the calcium, vitamin D3 supplements, or artificial sunshine via an avian lightbulb
- health issues related to egg production such as egg binding, egg yolk peritonitis
- life span could be cut short because the more eggs a hen lays the harder it is on her body, if you want a long lived, healthy pet get a breed with minimal production

Roosters:
• crowing!! Crowing can be stopped with a no-crow collar (don’t worry, it’s humane, they can still talk it just softens the noise) every rooster has a unique crow
• make little baby noises even though they’re Big™ and Bad™
• terrible teenager weeks in which they wanna fight and fuck everything, depending on the breed it lasts a few weeks…none of my boys are bad with me
• once adults won’t want to attack you as long as you teach them right
• enjoy and benefit from sunlight but don’t need it as much as hens
• they wanna dance for you! Some people say it’s bad but they’re just trying to show you how awesome they are
• if you give a treat to them they’ll try to give it back to you
• if they find something they like lying around like a shoe or any random object that catches their eye they want to share it with you
• even mature boys might wanna bang your shoes, it’s instinct okay? Like pigeons, we’ve bred them to breed a lot
• can be neutered and basically become big lazy boys who will act like hens

All in all chickens:
• are amazing house pets
• deserve love
• feather puppies
• an actual dinosaur that you can hug today

anonymous asked:

what are your general thoughts on wyoming?

Before working at the greenhouse in FoCo, I didn’t understand people’s obsession with tomatoes.  I still don’t understand WHY people are like this, the plants are fussy and unpleasant to work with and tomatoes taste like concentrated mouth sores to me, but as least now I have some inkling of the depths of madness edible nightshades can drive people to*. I watched a pair of octogenarian women get in a fistfight over the last Amish Paste we had that week, another man break down in tears over the fact we were out of Mortgage Lifters until next Teusday, and my own manager wax poetic about recent developments in hybridization.

*I could understand if it was Potatoes, THOSE are amazing

The greenhouse I worked at grew ours in-house, to the tune of four long arched green houses and 40 different breeds of tomato, started in February and staggered to last most of the season. We sold something to the tune of ten thousand mature plants per season, and four times that in starters, the manager explained with pride, the two anatolian-ridgeback mixes drooling happily on my leg during employee orientation.

“Who buys That Many tomatoes?” I asked, naieve. 

My manager’s dark laughter should have been a warning.

During one of the hailstorms in late May, the greenhouse was, briefly, blessedly deserted, if deafeningly loud as the sky hurled balls of ice onto the cheap plastic roof.  My manager had left early that afternoon and so I was left to manage that fifth of the business largely unattended.   I was watering the Fucking Tomatoes when two of the roundest miniature Australian shepherds I’ve ever seen appeared at my feet, wheezing happily.  Looking up, I found a pair of equally gleeful humans behind them, sun-burnt and wearing matching Jimmy Buffet shirts.

WE’D LIKE SOME TOMATOES.” The man bellowed over the roar of hail.

“WE HAVE MANY TOMATOES.” I shouted back, gesturing at the wall of tomatoes behind me.

GREAT!” howled the woman. “CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT THEM? WE’VE NEVER DONE TOMATOES BEFORE.

Since I was alone, I spent the next forty-five minutes screaming the attributes of all forty breeds of tomato at them, unable to hear myself speak over the rain, hail and wind, and already dissociating from the noise. I have no idea what I actually said to these people. I might have claimed they were bred on the moon. We got to the end, my throat raw, and fat little Aussies drooling on my shoes.

WHAT DO YOU WANT MARIE?” The man asked.

I DON’T KNOW, THEY ALL SOUND EXCELLENT.” Marie considered. “LETS GET THEM ALL HOWARD.

what.

GOOD IDEA.  WE’LL TAKE FIVE OF EACH.” said Howard.

WHAT.

That’s 200 plants and at $10 a pop, $2000 dollars worth of tomatoes. Why.  I get the extra-large cart out and start loading the tomatoes on. How. I wonder as It takes me three lumber carts to get them all up to the register to scan them.

WE’RE FROM CASPER.” Howard said, like that would explain anything. “THE BIG BLUE HOUSE, YOU CAN SEE IT FROM 25.

Having driven through that part of Wyoming several times to and from Grand Teton, I actually knew about the house in question. “OH YES. WE USE THAT HOUSE TO KNOW WE’RE HALFWAY TO TETON AND TO GET LUNCH.”

YOU SHOULD STOP BY NEXT TIME YOU’RE AROUND.” said Marie.

“OKAY.” I said, for some reason, and helped them out to the parking lot where I discoved they’d apparently driven down in an actual Short Bus, modified to be a sort of camping vehicle, with seatbelts and custom dog-beds for the Fat Aussies, apparently named “Florence” and “Mashmallow”.  I waved cheerfully to them, ears ringing and white lights flashing in my eyes from the continuous noise and feeling like I’d stepped out of my correct timeline.  I found one of the other managers and told them I’d just made them $2k, had a migraine and was going home.


A month and a half later, the seasonal job had ended and I was driving to Washington to see a friend and I happened to be passing through Casper.  In need of a break and eternally curious, I decided to try to find the Big Blue House and see if any of the tomatoes had survived.  It took me a bit to find the correct frontage road but as I was driving by the front yard-

[REDACTED] HOW ARE YOU?” bellowed Marie. somehow spotting and recognizing me. “I’M SO GLAD YOU CAME, COME SEE THEM!

Apparently they just talk like that all the time, but I had a lovely half hour in which Marie and Howard took me on a lovely tour of their experimental self-sustaining farm with the trout pond and chickens and the 200-still-alive-and-apparently-thriving tomato plants.  Given that tomatoes are happiest when hydrated But suffering, Casper turned out to be a good choice.  They’d also gotten some 30 varieties of corn, 15 types of potatoes and 12 types of carrots and Howard was looking into Beans and Squash for next year.

IT WAS VERY NICE OF YOU TO COME OUT.” said Howard.  “HERE, HAVE SOME HAM.

I thanked them, took my three pounds of sustainably-farmed Loud People Ham, and excused myself as I still had to get to Bozeman by that evening and they waved me goodbye from the driveway.

We’re still facebook friends.


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17.04.19 fancafe - bts_Rap Monster

00:08
wild flowers game
‘why do cherry blossoms bloom from flowers before the leaves come?’

we arrived late so I wondered if I couldn’t see the cherry blossoms for good this time, but fortunately, I wandered around and looked at them until my hearts content. Thank you for staying !

I was in the midst of enjoying the scenery when my father asked me ‘do you know why the cherry blossoms bloom from flowers and then the leaves come?’.

me head went “ding”. I’ve just simply wanted to see the flowers in full bloom, I’ve never thought about it before. he replied that it was for breeding and survival but I got curious all of a sudden. why do the cherry blossom bloom and fall so quickly. why do the flowers bloom before the leaves sprout? but maybe only the cherry blossom trees know that.

when I look back, there are many many moments like cherry blossoms. Things like your first love from your childhood long ago. New year goals that we don’t remember anymore.. tons of urges that we believed would be a short belief… but I don’t know if they were beautiful moments hehe

ah, and I saw a play for the first time at Daehangno ! I like the first episode that if I was confident I don’t need the assurance of others. These days I’m not writing music and It’s constantly on my mind but, once again, I started to think why I started music. I hope that my melodies and lyrics would comfort many people and help them achieve their dreams.. I thought about it. “why did I start this job?”, “what kind of heart did you have?”

If I have time in the future, I’ll go and watch sometime. I liked it since it had a different approach compared to movies. They were talking right in front of me ! It was a bit new.

when my dad talked about the cherry blossoms my mom was looking at the wildflowers and asked if I liked them because they bloomed so calmly. I like wild flowers but I really like my mothers expression “bloom calmly”. I thought it was lovely way to say it. Above all I was happy to see my parents’ faces till’ my hearts content.

I hope you guys see the wild flowers and play! If you can. I received a lot of comfort from it. I’m gonna have to run hard again. Even though the present is difficult to understand, even after 10 years pass by. Nevertheless, you have to do it. You have to.

maybe we’ll even need wild flowers more than cherry blossoms. that bloom calmly.

trans; @hobuing | do not repost

Imagine Your Boyfriend Wants to Breed You

(this is for the people asking for fluffier things. My first submission so I hope you enjoy! I love this page by the way!)

It’s dark in the basement bedroom you and your boyfriend share. Youre still tired, and shift a bit, trying to fall back asleep, but a wandering hand causes your eyes to flutter open. Smirking, you roll over to face your boyfriend, and smile at him. “You’re always so handsy in the mornings,” you murmur, your voice still quiet and sleep-filled.

He smiles and kisses you. “I know you like being woken up this way,” he purs. Sighing contentedly, you nod and kiss him back as his hand pushes your shirt up and kneads your breasts, making you moan. You feel him smirk against your lips, and you smile back. You’re so happy with him, and he plays into all of your kinks. You love it.

He pushes himself up and half pins you under him, one hand roving from your breast down to the hem of your shirts. You arch your back in anticipation as he stuffs his fingers into you, gently messaging your clit. Soon, you start whimpering and panting, writhing against his touch. “Oh, look at you. So eager,” he groans against your ear, and you moan his name, spurring him on. “You make me so hard,” he continues as your orgasm builds. You can’t control the noises coming out of you. You’re whimpering and shaking as your abdomen tightens, your eyes glazing over as you lock eyes with him until finally, you explode, digging your nails into his broad shoulders. “That’s it,” he purrs, continuing to finger you. “That’s a good little pet.”

As you come down from the high he’s just given you, he kisses you deeply, and sweetly before helping you undress. Usually you get time to pleasure him by taking him into your mouth and swirling your tongue over his hot, hard member, but he’s too eager this morning. He obviously wants to be inside of you, and You’re fine with that. You cum even harder when he’s pumping himself into you.

As soon as you’re naked, the two of you are scrambling to get his clothes off. He strokes his cock for good measure, but as he kneels in front of you, he’s already leaking precum, and fully erect. You’re wet from being played with already, but even wetter now that you’re watching him become primal, ready to take you. You spread your legs, preparing yourself whilst he gets a condom, but he doesn’t grab one this time. Instead, he presses your legs further apart, and lines himself up with your entrance. You can feel the hot head of his cock just barely pressing into you, and you want to feel it all the way inside of you. You moan, but stay still, knowing his rule.

“Babe, what about a condom?” You ask, nearly breathless.

He slides his large hands up your inner thighs, and you shiver. “I’ve been thinking about your kink,” he says.

“It’s just a kink,” you interject, slightly panicked, but he silences you by pressing himself inside of you, bare, a few more inches. You gasp. “W-we’re not ready–”

He suddenly slams the rest of himself inside of you, and you scream. It feels so good. You’ve never felt him bare before,and your toes curl. He slowly starts sliding in and out of you, kissing your neck. “I know you want to be pregnant. You’ve told me.” He keeps his tortorously slow pace, and you moan, your eyes rolling back. He slides his hand over your stomach. “You went my children growing inside of you, your tits leaking with milk so as they grow you can feed them.” He starts to speed up, and your moans can’t be contained. He’s really going to do this.  He’s going to knock you up. Instinctually, you lock his hips against yours with your legs. “Good girl. Do you want to feel your master’s cock unload inside your fertile womb?”

“Yes,” you moan. There’s no going back. You’re too far gone. “Put a baby in my womb. Please,” you grind your hips up to meet his. “Breed me.”

He groans, and grabs your chin, making you look him in the eyes. “There’s no going back after this,” he groans. His thrusts are steady, and his voice stern. You’re putty under him, moaning and writhing, gripping his shoulders. “I’m going to make sure you’re pregnant,” he growls, picking up the pace. “I’m going to fuck you again and again until you miss your next period.”

“Yes,” you whimper, watching him and in down at you. He licks a stripe between your breasts.

“I’m marking you in the best ways possible. Everyone will know.” He lifted your legs higher, and slammed into you harder, making your breasts sway and your breath hitch. “I’ll breed you,” he snarled. “Over. And over. And over.” His thrusts punctuated every pause, until finally, he stilled. His cock twitched inside of you, sending you over the edge. You cried out, and your Pussy spasmed greedily around his member. “Good girl,” he moaned as his cock spasmed for the sixth and final time.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he grinned down at you, and withdrew his cock with a wet pop. You felt his seed slowly run between your thighs and onto the sheets. It was a delicious feeling. You hummed contently and pulled him to you, kissing him. He tangled his fingers in your hair, and pulled back with a grin. “I can’t wait to see you become a mother.” His hand circled your flat stomach. “Watch you grow bigger.” He chuckled and you blushed.

“Are you really going to breed me over and over?” You asked innocently.

He pulled you to his chest, and whispered. “As many times as your body can take it.”

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The Court of Dreams

“The bastard- born warriors, the Illyrian half breed, the monster trapped in a beautiful body, the dreamer born into a court of nightmares…And the huntress with an artist’s soul.”

CREDIT!!!! Rhysand - @pojainter
Feyre - @charliebowater
Amren - @projectnelm
Mor - @starofvelaris
Azriel - @projectnelm
Cassian - @merwild

Please Note :
All these pictures are from a variety of amazing artists and I claim no ownership. If your artwork is here and you want me to remove it PLEASE contact me immeditatly.

anonymous asked:

I'm curious about what procedures you think need to change in the livestock industry?

Practically, or philosophically? There is so much that can be talked about in this field

From a practical standpoint, there are a number of areas where current livestock practices are far from ideal. Farming has a huge history behind it, and many of these practices are ingrained and so difficult to change.

Before I go through the list, I should preface that if you’re not comfortable with the fact that farmed animals die for human benefit, if you just want all farms to stop using animals, then you’re not going to find this list satisfactory. If you’re fundamentally uncomfortable with livestock industries, and you haven’t already questioned why you consume the products it produces or what your alternatives are, then it might be worthwhile.

For now, these industries are not going anywhere. They’re certainly not perfect but we could improve them. Regardless of whether you personally believe all these industries should be ‘just stopped’ you have to agree that will not happen overnight, and that other welfare improvements could happen today.

  • Pain relief being more widely used. There has historically been an aversion to using pain relief medication in livestock due to expense, drug residues and the lack of products made for and tested in the species. This is beginning to change so there are not more options for pain relief at castration and mulesing , for example, but this needs to be more widely used. Another hurdle to this is that they are prescription products, and in order for a veterinarian to prescribe them they must have been out to that farm within the last year and be familiar with their set up and stock. Not every farm will call out a veterinarian on a regular basis.
  • Minimize transport time. Transport, whether by road, train, boat or plane, is incredibly stressful for livestock of all kinds. We can measure their physiological stress, so this is definitely not just anthropomorphism. Livestock are more stressed in transport than they are by witnessing death, which is the opposite to what many people would think. 
  • On-farm slaughter and refrigerated transport. Following on from the previous point, we have the technology to transport chilled carcasses. Performing slaughter on farm removes or eliminates a large percentage of the transport an individual animal needs to be exposed to, and will improve their welfare. Animals don’t perceive death the same way we do, having a mini abattoir at the farm entrance isn’t going to bother them.
  • Using genetics instead of procedures. It astounds me in this modern day that we still have breeders of hereford cattle that breed the horned version, and then de-horn the calves, instead of selecting stock with the polled (no horns) trait. If you want horns then fine, but if you’re going to cut/burn/cauterize them off anyway when why not remove them genetically? The polled gene exists! Similarly there are a small number of merino sheep with a ‘bare breech’ trait, which don’t need mulesing. It would be ideal to spread this trait through the Australian sheep population, but with millions and millions of sheep and a ram only about to impregnate about 60 a month, that will take time.
  • Enrichment. Toys. Something for animals to play with, to investigate, to do. This has been historically neglected for a long time because originally animals weren’t though to have souls, or to be thinking, feeling entities. We know differently now. Enrichment only improves the lives of these animals, and often reduces unwanted or destructive behavior, like piglets biting off each others tails.
  • Dam-neonate bonding in certain industries should be reconsidered. In some situations, the dairy industry in particular, neonates may be taken from their mothers within 24 hours to reduce disease transmission in eradication of certain diseases, like Johnes disease, but in other situations it’s because for some mind boggling reason it is more cost efficient for a farm to sell the mother’s milk and feed the neonate on milk replacer.  
  • In a similar vein, giving sows enough space to nurse their litter would be great. They’re kept in sow stalls (basically a cage that they can stand up or lie down in that the piglets can run through) so that they don’t squash their piglets and kill them. That’s great and all, except you can accomplish the same thing by giving the sow more space to turn around it and slopes on the wall of the pen.

So, the important question I hope you’re asking is why don’t we do these things already?

There are lots and lots of reasons someone could grab, but the short (and I dare say more honest) reason is this: Money.

Granting an animal more space costs you money because it reduces the number of animals you can stock in your space. Using more pain relief medication costs you money. Calling out a vet costs you money. Providing enrichment costs you various amounts of money. On-farm slaughter and refrigerated transport is more expensive than the current system.

So if this is all about money, is it the fault of greedy farmers? Well, generally no.

Most farmers actually like the species of animal they work with. And most of them, especially with recent droughts, the current political climate and monopolization of the companies that buy their products, are not making big buckets of cash. More and more farms are selling up and small producers are not keeping up.

They are under constant pressure to lower the prices of their animal products because there’s only a few big buyers, and right now it’s the buyers that dictate what price they’re willing to pay. Because these animal products are perishable, you can’t save them for a rainy day if you don’t sell them, and these buyers are big enough, they can hold out and only pay what they want to pay. This severe downward pressure means farmers get paid progressively less, and these companies make more profits while claiming it’s good for consumers.

^ Look familiar?

So we get cheaper food, the company makes more profit, and the individual farms get screwed.

Especially with milk, there was a huge crisis recently where one of the big milk buyers suddenly declared it had been overpaying dairies, and that not only was it now going to pay them much less for the season (on contract mind you), but that all their dairies now owed them thousands of dollars. After years of downward price pressure on their product many farms could not, and can not, afford this. You can get an overview here.

The point I’m trying to get to is that if these industries are gong to improve, then we need to value the individual animal and its experience of life more than we currently do. 

If we value the experiences of the individual animal, and consequently put our money where our mouth is when it comes to their products, then there should be both motivation and financial ability to improve their lives. We could progress from mere ‘prevention of cruelty’ and minimum standards towards animal welfare and good welfare states.

Changing consumer patterns is probably the only way to do this, and it’s quite hard when you’re already paycheck to paycheck, but a in depth rant/discussion about politics/policy/economics etc is beyond my scope, though I would happily add veterinary and industry specific detail to a discussion if someone wants to tackle that side of it.

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rakugaki

Make me do your work everyday and cause cats to get sick? I'll catch you in your lies and get you fired.

This woman who I’ll call Tootles worked with me at an animal shelter as cat caretakers. We work opposite days and the first thing that she did to piss me off was telling me she had cleaned under furniture/restocked/refilled cleaning bottles. She sneakily just made it clean enough that you couldn’t tell she was barely doing anything all day. It would take me at least 30 min to an hour everyday to clean all the stuff that she hadn’t done the day before, and I had to do that in addition to my already extremely busy job. So some days I’d have to stay late, and I have two jobs so I’m always exhausted, and then I have a 45 min drive home where I’m blasting music and chain smoking just to stay awake.

I tried to tell my boss about this but she said that I need to have a better attitude, and that I was complaining too much about Tootles. She only told me this bc she’s a jerk most of the time and she didn’t want to deal with all the hassle of finding a new employee in a rural area.

Basically, when you have 20 cats housed in multiple rooms, it becomes a breeding ground for disease and infections. The point of cleaning every single surface and under the furniture with chemicals is to kill these germs and what not. After I started working there she got lazier and never did a single thing that she thought wouldn’t be noticed since my boss had no problem with what she was doing to me.

Because she wasn’t cleaning according to procedure, we now have almost every single cat (except the older ones with strong immune systems) come down with an upper respiratory tract infection. We have to now take those sick cats and quarantine them. For each cat, we have to now put on a gown, booties, gloves, and a mask if we are even going to touch them. These are all single use, extremely wasteful, and very expensive, but required by law. We also have to give them meds two or more times a day for the uri. This takes even more time(3x the amount of time I’d need to take care of a healthy cat. I knew immediately that the outbreak was her fault for not cleaning and the boss was very angry at the whole situation, wondering why this is happening. So before I leave I take tiny cat toys and hide them under every single thing shes supposed to clean under. I then make tiny marks with sharpie on all the kennels she has to scrub( we use a chemical that would dissolve the sharpie, and then rinse out and dry the cage so the cats paws aren’t affected.) I also put tiny marks on the bleach bottles showing how much was in them so I’ll also have proof she’s not cleaning the toilets. I come to work the day after hers and surprise surprise the same amount of bleach, sharpie marks still on kennels, all the toys still where I left them. So I tell my boss what I’ve done, I was nervous she would say I was kinda psycho but she said I should have done this sooner and yelled at me a bit(I told you this was happening already.). We sign a log required by law and we have to initial that we completed every single thing so boss just calls her up, asks if she’s actually done these things, which if she just admitted to being lazy she could have just been yelled at and kept her job. She lies and says she always follows procedures so boom she’s fired for lying about doing her work. It’s been like 3 months, she’s still out of a job I think, and the outbreak of disease amongst the cat has completely cleared up. She apparently really loved her job based on her fb so idk why she’d be so lazy and cause the cats suffering like that.

Pro-breeding

I have been seeing way too many pro-breeding posts and replies lately and it just infuriates me beyond words.

To the people who say things like: 

  • “Just buy from a reputable breeder!”
  • “Adopting isn’t for everyone!”
  • “But I want a purebred!”
  • “I don’t know what a shelter animal will be like!”

Explain to me how bringing more animals into this world is ever okay when THIS still happens every single day.

Explain to me how a “reputable breeder” makes this any better or makes this happen any less.

Explain to me how your desire for a purebred justifies this.

Explain to me why you think you’re entitled to an animal if you don’t have the patience to work with their negative traits.

Explain to me why you think their lives matter less.

The fact of the matter is, as long as we have way more animals that are abandoned and while shelters are overcrowded and are having to euthanize their animals just to make room, there is no such thing as a “reputable breeder”. 

While this is still happening, all breeding is irresponsible. Spay and neuter your animals, and most importantly…

ADOPT. DON’T. SHOP.

Flesh.

AU! — Alpha!Ivar x Omega!Reader.

so, this is going to some A/B/O AU’s i’m gonna be making for vikings. a lot of people liked the idea, apparently, so, of course the first one is going to be Ivar. 

let’s see if i can do the smut again guys. it’s been years since i’ve written anything this detailed. hopefully this turns out okay.

i’m so sorry for the damage anyone gets from reading this. i am nasty as hell. despite being a virgin like. just start calling me super freak.

i really need to go to church after this.

tags: @siren-kitten-his @bloodyivar @tiredofthisgeneration

this has absolutely no plot. none. i wanted to make it that way, but i knew if i did i’d make another series and no one wants that right now. i know all you dirty bastards want is sex. i know i do.

warnings(prepare this is a long list i just wanna be thorough): sex, cunnilingus, rutting, multiple orgasms, rimming, slight!anal, fingering, oral(giving/receiving), dub/sub, dub-con, slight blood, biting, slapping, kind of abuse, deep throating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), talk of impregnation, breeding kink, REALLY ROUGH a lot of kinks okay? just all together really fucking filthy raunchy fuck me running smut. i really wouldn’t advise reading this unless you need mental help like i do. please



A fool.

A hopeless, helpless, absolutely fucking pathetic fool. But oh, did playing the fool pleasure you in various ways, words not having the glory to ever come close to explaining. 

How he would look at you, a single glance searching through a crowd of people and your lungs would constrict, drowning in his raging ocean. A flick of his wrist, a feathery touch of his talented knives. A single word from his sharp tongue, rolling like thunder to your ears would have you on your knees in a matter of seconds. You were a fool each time for following his careful gaze; when his expression would be light, calling in a frightened animal to his jaws, comforting as he would ghost his fingers over the skin of your neck. His trap was laid out clear, not covered by any disguise, and you would kneel into it every time with open arms.

How could you not?

 It was simply nature, you’d like to tell yourself, a false hope on the wings of a flightless bird. He held power, so much power in his tanned hands, and it was not an option to follow your Alpha’s command  — or any for that matter. It was etched into your soul, your very core that dripped with slick down your thighs as you inhaled deeply, his rough fingers gripping your hair tighter, guiding your head downwards. There was no need to command you, you were all too willing to spread your legs for Ivar the Boneless, no matter the condition, but he was sick, enjoying it when you put up a little resistance as though you could actually think for yourself.

There was nothing too it, and yet, it was everything you lived for, your nose digging into his pelvic done as your forced your head down, your skull pounding under his grip. You couldn’t help but whimper just at the scent of him, how it surrounded you, ate you like a wild beast in the night, and with every passing noise that escaped your mouth, he would only laugh. He knew, of course he knew, opening your jaw as wide as you could, glancing up at his sharp features through your lashes, there was nothing but lust in his expression as his nostrils flared and your hips rutted against the air. 

You were disgusting, you knew, groaning in pleasure as he wrapped a hand around his cock, wiping the head of it around your swollen lips and tapping it along your outstretched tongue. “Fuck, just look at you..” Just his voice caused your eyes to roll in the back of his head, and the way you thighs quaked you could of come undone as he slid into your watering mouth. You wasted no time, whinning around his taste, never getting enough of his smell as you began working on him; bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue and sucking on him like your life depended on it. “That’s right, little lamb, just like that…” Ivar praised, a growl resonating in his bare chest, and you sneaked a peak up, watching his muscles jerk as her moved.

Despite the hot saliva dripping down your chin, you met his gaze and held it as you continued to take him deeper and deeper   — a dangerous move, connecting eyes with an Alpha, but the curl of his lips, mixing with a snarl only egged you further. He loved it when you watched him, when he could see into your soul as you swallowed him down, as you choked on him. “So beautiful. Gods, I trained you so well..” And he pushed deeper, forcing you to do just that, water building in the corner of your eyes as he held himself there, listening to your struggled gasps and gurgling around him. 

Holding your life in his hands was his ultimate pleasure. 

“Take it all, you whore.”

You keened, curling in on yourself as his pulled back, allowing yourself to breath for only a moment and a damn inside of you broke, your juices flooding the floor around you before he began fucking himself into your mouth. Ivar laughed, thrusting up with harsh, deep movements, keeping a slow pace and holding himself deep for several seconds at a time. Just that one word rolling form his mouth, and he knew all of your secrets, your fantasies that you had shared with him. “Did you cum already? How boring — you filthy fucking Omega.” 

There was nothing that excited you more than listening to him degrade you, put you down, and own you like you were nothing. “Almost useless,” He hissed, yanking you off his slick cock, forcing you to arch you neck at the angle he held you. Mouthing hanging open, you listening to him groan and his neck crack, looking at the pre-cum and spit that rested all around your mouth. “Maybe I should throw you to my brothers, just like this and see just how many times you can cum…” The snarl on his mouth was cruel, and his hand moved from your hair to your cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling your forward by your face. “Would you like that, you little slut? For me to toss you on your hands and knees, all needy and drenched in your slick, your scent attracting my brothers as they used you liked animals one by one until you were nothing but a cum soaked disaster?”

You were drowning, and there was nothing to save you, but your skin was burning as fire licked at every inch of you. You body jerked, quivering at the thought, only moans falling between your lips as you opened them to answer him, knowing Ivar loved it when you used your little voice. When you whined, and begged, told him everything you were thinking and feeling. Everything you wished he would do, only to have him punish you for ordering him around.  But tonight, oh tonight, it failed you. There was no pleasure or amusement in him now, his head pulling back before jerking forward, and something warm splattered on your cheek where bruises would surly show soon. “What was that, bitch? Use your words.”

“N-no..” You whimpered, keeping your hands on your thighs obediently, digging your nails into the thick flesh there, wanting nothing more than you reach out and touch him  — to remind him that he was all you wanted, all you had, all you ever needed. 

No?” Ivar echoed, quirking his brow and the corner of his mouth twitched up, the dimples displaying a false innocence in his smile.

You shook your head the best you could despite his vice grip, another whine erupting from you, your legs slowly spreading out as you began to rut against the air. Your back arched, baring yourself to him, submitting once more and he loosened up, allowing you to speak. “O-only you, Alpha. Want only you, only your cock..”

He hummed for a moment, his tongue darting out over thick lips, head tilting to the side as he kept a cap on his hormones, despite the clenching you could see the quivering of his muscles, and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Prove it.”

Shock came over your features, and for some reason, you could feel pain erupt within your body. It was no secret that Ivar did not trust anyone, but you? You had given him everything you had, and more if possible. You would give him the world on it’s knees if you had the strength to do so. “What?” Came a dumb reply, your eyes widening.

“Are you deaf?” Exhaling sharply, like a dry laugh, he let go of your face completely, confusing you thoroughly until you were tossed to the side, a burning sensation creeping across your face and tears welled up in your eyes. But if only, it seemed to fuel the slick dirtying your body and the lust pooled in you belly. “If you make me repeat myself one more time tonight, bitch, you will be sleeping outside with the real dogs.”

Reaching down, you whined at his threat and the new grip he had on your hair, pulling you up and forward until you were on your sore knees, the wood work causing them to scrape and bleed. Again to night, you were at his face, but he only hissed at you, bringing up his free hand to stab his finger against your skull. “Since you are obviously too fucking stupid to understand…” Came his snarl, causing you to flinch as his breath ran over your nose and more slick leaked down your legs. “I want you to prove to me that I am the only one.”

Never would you admit it out-loud, but for a split-second, the tone in his voice changed as did the look in his eye, causing a part of you to fall further under his spell and soften, but it was gone as quickly as it came, and he was ready to snap again. “Anything, Alpha  — anything you want.”

“If you are true to me  —  if  —  you will bare my mark…” He murmured, running the tips of his fingers on his free hand across the mating gland that rested on your neck, but it trailed down past your hardened nipples, to your womb. “And my pups.”

Honestly, just the thought of those two things could of had you cumming and rutting on his leg right there, which you did a little bit, causing him to grin, his hand flying down to your dripping center. Ivar wasted no time in pressing two fingers into your dripping cunt and curling them, causing you to howl in pleasure, grinding down against them, pushing them deeper. “Hmm, something tells me you’d be more than happy too.”

“Y-yes! Alpha, please, I — “

Pulling his fingers out, he did not remove them from your slick womanhood, only seeming to pet your cunt while he whispered a praise in your ear, listening to you come undone for the second time that night. “Such a good, good little Omega for me..”

You nodded, whimpering as he practically picked you up in his arms, your body curling around his warmth and he turned on the bed, tossing you under him, and you caught a slight glimpse of your slick glistening on his abs and arms. Resting his weight on one arm, Ivar brought up the hand that had currently been pleasing you in front of his face, his nostril flaring as he inhaled deeply, black exploding over the blue in his eyes. “You smell so fucking good…” He moaned obscenely, seemingly having trouble not sucking your juices off. Instead, he peered down at you, offering his hand out to you. “Tell me, little lamb, does it taste sweet?

Obediently, and oh so good, your mouth opened once more, your tongue rolling forth and waiting for him. They descended with a chuckle, until your lips wrapped around the two fingers and you began to suck, swirling your tongue around them with disgusting noises vibrating against his flesh. He left them still, burning his gaze into your as you drug your head back, your teeth slightly scraping his skin and you popped of them, a string of saliva connecting you. “Not as good as you,” Your voice cracked slightly as you purred, letting your eyes droop at him.

“I can’t wait.” Watching as he continued to smile at you, confusion ran through your brain until the world around you shift with a gasp   — you were once again on your knees, supporting yourself with your forearms, and his hands were spreading your legs painfully a part. Skin met skin and you squealed, surging forward until blunt fingers dug into your burning ass. “Do not let that ass drop until I tell you.”

There was no chance to reply when you mouth fell open, a scream erupted from your lips as he began to feast on your succulent cunt, drinking the nectar that poured from you, only for him to drink. But you were burning, sweat slicking your skin as you quivered and shook, your fingers clutching onto the soft furs below you for your life. You could not help the gush of slick that came from your core quickly. He had done so much to you already, teased you, plucked at you, explored you, those things he would say to you. But you had to bury your face forward and shove your back to keep it from falling to the bed, wanting nothing more than to please him. But one orgasm would not stop him from eating like a starving man, despite how sensitive you became. 

How he managed to hold out so long, you would never know, but all of the frustration that he would allow to build up, would have you fucked limp by the time he was done with you.

The sloppy sounds of his mouth on your cunt only pushed you on, especially when he pulled back and inhaled shakily, his fingers digging into your flesh to pull you a part even more, causing a slight pain as the skin around your womanhood stretched. “So fucking delicious, little lamb  — could have me cumming before I even get to split you open…” And he continued, once more, his hands exploring every part of your lower body again, even pressing the tip of his thumb against the tight hole right above his destination, letting out a horrific chuckle as you squealed and almost jerked away.

Twice more, he pulled back, and despite how worn you were, your body shaking like an earth-quake, your vision shifting, you looked back over your shoulder to see him caressing your thighs. His face was drenched in your slick, but his tongue just didn’t stop licking the area around his lips. Ivar leaned forward, pressing his hands flat beside your body, and his slick chest slid perfectly against yours as you both met, sloppy tongue and teeth clashing over your shoulder, moaning into his hungry mouth as you tasted yourself on him. 

This was the moment you lived for, a weak hand trailing up cautiously and he allowed you to thread your fingers through his thick hair, whinning into your mouth as he met you with growls and moans, the both of you rutting back and forth against one another, and he was so painfully hard against you.

“Are you ready, my little Omega? Ready to fully become mine?” He asked, nipping harshly against your shoulder, and it jerked as a bit of skin broke. His tongue lapping over the tiny wound. This time, there was no punishment for not verbalizing you answer, only him praising you for being so good as you sobbed in pleasure, his cock stretching your cunt open in the most delicious of ways. There was nothing holding him back down as one hand gripped the back on your throat like a vicious dogs mouth, shoving your deep in the bed. He held you both there. “You feel this, slut?” He growled, rutting his hips, pushing himself deeper than you thought possible. “Every inch of me is inside of your soaking cunt, and it’s going to stay there until you’re filled with my knot, and my seed is drenching your womb…”

You only cried, tears spilling from your eyes as he began to move, snapping his his against yours, the sound of his skin beating against your ass as he moved, his nails digging into your neck, leaving red marks that burned in the sweat. “Can’t fucking wait!” Ivar roared, seeming to pick up the past, bruising you against him now. “Gonna fill you up, fucking breed you like the needy little bitch you are!”

Normally you would last longer with Ivar, but tonight was special. Tonight you would give him everything you had, even as you came for the umpteenth time that night, screaming out his name and his title, listening to him resonate a cruel laugh around the room as he dropped forward on you. You fell forward as well, you body jerking in the aftermath of another orgasm, and your eyes rolled back, but he continued his onslaught, pinning you beneath him. How long he was at it, you did not know, losing track of time among the tangled and sweaty bodies you were, you lost where he ended and you began. 

The only thing that mattered to you was the swelling on his knot, and the teeth that scraped over your mating gland. You begged, thrashed, tried to plead at him to do it, promising to stay with him forever. You never want another. Never. 

It was when he bit down, did you finally see a bright light, you felt another heartbeat in your chest and millions of emotions rushed through your body, filling you to the brim and your mind exploded, more tears cascading down your cheeks as his movements stops, a howl escaping his mouth as his warmth spilled inside of you. He collapsed, still connected to you, and when you could finally think straight again, you were on your back with his hands gently trailing your body, his mouth leaving tiny worships along your skin. 

Groaning as you joints screamed and ached at you to move, he looked up from your stomach, his blue eyes filled with slight concern, your fingers carding through his hair. “Are you alright?” Ivar murmured, completely changing from what he was moments ago.

Giving him a lazy smile, he crawled back up your body, sweetly kissing your lips, and pulling you to curl against his chest. “I have never been better, Ivar,” You assured him, bringing your hand down to cup his cheek, watching as he leaned into your touch.

It was his turn to stroke your hair, his mouth running along your temple, his lips curling up. “Allow me to clean you,” He offered.

You simply shook your head, not wanting him to leave you just yet, even if it was only for a moment. Curling in closer, you nuzzled under his chin. “Want to sleep in it.” 

“My, my, filthy little lamb…”

Infatuation

Originally posted by king-beluga

Pairing : Taehyung x Reader
Genre : Fluff, smut, Hybrid!au
Word count : 3428
Warning : smut, demeaning names



“Yeah, that one is famous. Have fun with it.“

Taehyung seemed distracted with some coloring book you brought for him as he halfway nodded without a look at your direction. Lazily lying down on his side, the rug of the living room under him. His palm holding his head as one hand was mindfully coloring the drawing. His features were adorning a bored expression but you still assumed he was focused on what he was doing. The soft dim light of the lamp was bathing his face in an ethereal golden glow. With a smirk, you could not help but state, humming a little behind the counter.

“It seems you love that one.”

A teasing smile made its way to your lips as you took a deep breath, your hands busy with putting away the cutlery from the dishwasher. It was a nice cozy and quiet Friday evening among others. Your heart warmed up by the sole fact your dog hybrid ate all the food you prepared for him as your warm glance laid upon him. He was peering into your eyes from behind his long enthralling lashes, deep voice echoing around the living room.

“Yeah, I think these coloring books are fun. Truly, they are work of art, in a way.”

You cocked one brow at him as you put one clean plate on the counter, making your way to your dog busy with the coloring book you bought from the store on your way home the day before. A frown made its way to the silver-haired hybrid’s tan face as his contemplative eyes crossed yours.

“I guess that…”

The hybrid ended up his sentence in a whisper, his eyes flickering back to the page he was before busy coloring. He seemed absorbed by the coloring book as his hand roamed over the many color pencils. After all, you were best to know art bathed in his precise and creative being.

Fascination.

“Well, what do you mean by “famous?” These are strange looking characters. I mean…You don’t see people dressed like this everyday. Are they from the TV shows you talk about so much? Because if yes, I really wanna check that show. Their world must be truly interesting.”

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Made of skin and bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, obeying the alpha? 

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?


1. Wolves

Your feet barely touch the grass while you run through the wet fields breaking the silence with your heavy breath. Your lungs hurt because of the effort and the moon shines upon you enlightning your path even if you don’t need it to guide your steps, you know those woods better than the palm of your hand so you don’t have any trouble in to sorting the rocks and the fallen trees.

Your legs threathen to give up in any moment and you slow down your race, taking deep breaths when you spot a light at the end of the path. You stop completely, watching carefully where do you step, not wanting to make a sound or break a futile twig that gives you away. Reaching the rustic houses you make your way through the large orchads until a small house that you know too well. 

Knocking two times on the wooden door you start to get nervous when you don’t hear a sound inside the house. Nervous you look around searching for wondering eyes that could reveal your position. You shouldn’t be here… if someone catches you…

- Y/N?? - a red head woman, Natasha, opens the window on a burst

- SHHH! - you hush her - Let me in - jumping over the ledge you enter in her home

Behind you, Nat closes the small door on a hurry knowing very well that you are making something really dangerous coming to his clan. Your clan and hers are faced since the two leading alphas get in to a bloody fight a lot of years ago. It has been so long since that fight that no one remembers anymore why you are still vexed, the king alphas had changed many times since then but the hate remains. 

- What are you doing here? - you best friend wrap you with her arms tighly, it has been nearly a month since the last time you saw her

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Liam Dunbar x Reader x Theo Raeken


~ Part 1

Warnings: Mature content, sexual content, hints of smut, nsfw.

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“Where is she?” Theo fumed as he ran after Scott. He was on his way towards the cafeteria, in hopes of getting rid of Theo since he’s been asking about your presence at least three times just this morning.

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