Question: Is it an all time low or all time high, I just baked some cookies and since they kinda mushed together in not eating the cookie mush off the parchment paper with a fork 🍪 (apparently I didnt mix the dough long enough cuz they turned into soupy cookie pancakes)
Some time ago I hit 7000 followers. *looks at 7100 count* Like I said some time ago and I decided to do a giveaway but was unsure of what to giveaway. Most people don’t know I have an addiction to nail polish and a love of lipstick (its becoming a problem.) So when I started getting a steady income, first through Patreon (RIP to that) and now as a resource teacher I’ve treated myself with an Ipsy subscription. And with that subscription comes many products I’ve fallen in love with and some that I just have no use for. Instead of letting these great products sit around and go bad, I thought why the fuck not give it to one of you amazing humans. Below are the rules to enter and when I’ll be announcing who won. Good luck my beautiful babes.
Must be a follower (I will check)
Must be 18+ as this is a 18+ blog
No giveaway blogs (that’s just fucking rude)
Must be a US Resident (sorry my international babes)
One entry per-blog
Reblog to enter, like to bookmark
That’s it my darlings! Good Luck! Deadline for entries are November 30th. Winner will be announced December 1st. Winner must be willing to give me their mailing address. For more details about the products included in this giveaway feel free to ask.
Scrolling through the nice normal tumblr comments and this fuck is talking about the cat being horny…
Allow me to pass on some veterinary knowledge. This is called the panniculus reflex and is a totally normal non-horny response of the spinal nerves to being touched. All cats and dogs without spinal injury do it. (Probably other animals too but I don’t treat those guys) It just happens to be cuter when a hairless nugget does it.
New scientific veterinary name for sphinx confirmed - hairless nugget
I saw this on Facebook and went to check my registration status, sure it was fine because I voted recently, but I put in the info and it said I’m not registered
PLEASE, especially if you’re a Black voter, check your registration status at vote.org
Know your status
Does your last name sound anything like Lopez, Martinez, or Rodriguez? Mine does. When I saw this post I checked my voter registration status online with my state. Despite registering just three months ago, I was no longer registered to vote, and I did not receive my ballot. If you live in a mail-in voting state and you didn’t get your ballot, contact your county election official/county clerk for a replacement.
Make sure you check with your state’s voting site as well. I just had the shit scared out of me because that website said I was registered, but when I checked my state’s site (and made sure I had the right county selected) it said I was registered.
It’s worth checking your state’s site every few months anyway (especially when any election is coming up).
Texas is definitely purging voters. They’re also making it harder to re-register if they purged you. I hate that this is true, but POC will need to check and check frequently to stay registered in Texas.
College students, too. In the 2014 election, I had to vote in San Marcos, and I can’t tell you how many Texas State students were turned away because they didn’t cross all the t’s and dot all the i’s on getting their registration transferred and current.
I am not a POC and my last name is suuuper white but i just checked and i was no longer bregistered as well. EVERYONE needs to check, we need these people out of office and not making decisions for us
Question: Hi! I’m trying to find an ABO fic that I swear was yours (maybe on Patreon?) where John separates the Omega reader from the boys because Dean and her present at the same time and he puts her on a really strict suppressants regimen? She also cares for wounded hunters when they pass through and reconnects with the boys ~10yrs later? She had a friends-with-benefits situation with 3 Alphas in the town. I’m hoping you know what fic this is lol. Anyway.. LOVE your writing!! I always enjoy your fics
I don’t think that was one of mine but I remember reading it. Can anyone help?
why do people think that planned parenthood is this dimly lit back alley clinic where witches live and they love to just hand out free abortions like…. it’s a regular doctors office. You can get condoms there. I’ve never even seen a witch there
with your support we can ensure every planned parenthood has a certified witch on staff
⭐ WIP Organization & Buildup - I’ve always had a hard time focusing on one story at a time. Right now, my Google Docs look like this:
The green check emoticon marks works that are complete and are up for posting. The pencil emoticon marks WIPS specifically. I have about 15 WIPS way below these that are technically on permanent hiatus because they’re dead collabs that my writing partners just stopped working on and I’ve set them aside to finish when I have time or that I just lost interest in and need to get more motivation. It’s probably the easiest form of organization that I’ve found and I’ve been using it for about a year and a half now.
When WIPs start to build up, it’s so fucking easy to get stressed - especially when I get commissions piling up and I get distracted by school, etc. Fortunately, I somehow manage to get everything done and keep people happy. Does anyone else have organization tips? Asking for a friend!!!
⭐ Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics - I’ve talked about this in my Discord chats with Patrons before. It’s so amazing how everyone seems to have their own ideas about how the A/B/O world works. I myself created the idea of cervical penetration (I believe this made @kittenofdoomage happy) when an Omega is in heat and surprisingly got a LOT of positive reception when my first fic with that came out.
shoutout to paris hilton for not abandoning her ‘micropig’
when it turned out that it was a normal piggy who grew up to be a big fat fatty piggu
Actually that’s pretty standard size for a micro pig. Pigs are ENORMOUS, dude. The average pig on a farm is 7 feet long and over 700 lbs. A normal pig would be much bigger than Hilton.
EDIT: This is a photo of the world’s smallest recognized breed of pig, the kune kune. I’m sorry cartoons lied to you all.
This is the pot bellied pig, another famous “small” breed.
This is your average adult pig.
Big ole’ pigs.
Wild boars can feed people for a very long time! I believe this one was 1800 lbs. (largest piggy ever was about 1,984 lbs)
I NOW KNOW WHY WILD BOARS WERE SO DANGEROUS IN THE DARK AGES HOLY SHIT; RICHARD III I TAKE BACK ALL THE TRASH I TALKED ABOUT YOUR HOUSE CREST GOOD GOD THAT’S TERRIFYING.
Also, don’t let the size full you, they can run as fast if not faster then your average dog. Those fat pink fuckers will come for you!!!
O I N K O I N K
M O T H E R F U C K E R
I’m here to say I hate pigs but they are delicious.
As someone formally in the small animal vet care industry people would bring in their “micro” pigs (usually sick) and be surprised that there’s almost no supportive care for pigs.
“But he/she is a MiCrO MiNi PoTbElLy and they’re smarter than dogs.” They lament
I had to contain my laughter and annoyance because now both me and the vet have to argue that despite how they look they are very fragile (healthcare wise) and die easily and theres only a handful of medicine you can give them without killing them.
Also pigs are NOT the same as hogs. A hog is not just a male name for a pig.
Example: owner brings tiny oinkers in, tiny oinkers is very sick and having seizures.
Owner says tiny oinkers water froze over night but they gave him more when they got up at 5am.
-alas this is too late-
(Honestly i forget the name for it but too much sodium built up in his system or something)
Owner argues she set him up just like theyre friends hogs.
-now ensues the pigpigs are not HOGS discussion-
-tiny oinkers is dead now-
Moral of the story is call and talk to a vet if you think you want to have a “weird” pet and find out a) is there much medicine available if they get sick and b) how expensive is their vet care usually.
A driver was stuck in a traffic jam on the highway outside Washington, DC Nothing was moving.
Suddenly, a man knocks on the window.
The driver rolls down the window and asks, “What’s going on?”
“Terrorists have kidnapped the entire US Congress, and they’re asking for a $100 million dollar ransom. Otherwise, they are going to douse them all in gasoline and set them on fire. We are going from car to car, collecting donations.”
“How much is everyone giving, on an average?” the driver asks.
The man replies, “Roughly a gallon.”
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I had a classmate in college that seemed a little odd. None of us really spoke to him unless we had to work on projects together, and he seemed like a reserved person for the most part.
Sometimes he was late to laugh at a joke, but otherwise we didn’t think he was so different.
Then came the end of semester project where we all had to discuss our detailed plans for the future in front of the class; what sort of careers we dreamed of having, the reason we were at college in the first place.
And when his turn came it changed my life.
He gave us the short and sweet version of his life story. How he was born with something wrong with his amygdala, (If I remember correctly) and because of it he could not feel emotions. He couldn’t process them, only fake them to blend in. He was keenly intelligent, brilliant. With his brain undistracted by emotions, not quite able to relate to the feeling of boredom, he was a very dedicated student in every subject he had time for between meals and sleep.
But his driving force that caused him to aim his entire life at becoming a neuroscientist was the fact that as far back as he could remember, his mother always said “I love you,” to him with a forlorn expression. A look he had realized later in his teens was due to her knowledge that he could never love her back. That every time he said he loved her, he didn’t actually feel it.
So he wanted to cure his condition. Hence his goal to study the human brain.
The single most powerful force in his entire life was a goal to one day tell his mother he loved her, and for her to smile with genuine joy believing it to be true.
I don’t care what anyone says.
The only force that would guide a young man’s life, to be completely centered around bringing his mother a joy she never thought she could have… is love.
It is more than just a chemical in the brain.
You know fiction always uses the lack of emotions to use as serial killers or villains in general but this beautiful and that’s that trope and shoves it up their asses. Fuck you I’m not a villain.
Hey everyone! We need your help to create the best party game ever!
Introducing… What The Plot?!
How does it work?
1.) Take a Prompt Card.
Ex. ’Tell us about the time a vampire hit on you.‘
2.) You have one minute to bullshit a story.
After the minute is up, the player next to you needs to continue your story and so on.
However! There is also a pile of cards each with three words on it. Every turn you draw a card and have to use one of the three words from it in your story. Ex. breadstick, cactus, werewolf.’ If you don’t use one of the words during your turn, you lose points. If you can’t continue the story then you also lose points. And if your story is really awful, other players can play the ‘Boo Card’, causing you to lose a catastrophic amount of points. The player who is not the worst wins!
We have already found a supplier and a distribution center in both the US and Europe. We really want to know what you think. Let’s create this game together and make it the best it can possibly be. Are you in?
Please make this a thing. I’d soooo get this!!
where can I get updates???
Suggestion to call it:
What The Plot?! - A party game for people who like to talk sh*t
This is an awesome concept! An alternative rule could be instead of losing points, people could also maybe take a sip of their drink, it would make the stories even more entertaining. I would definitely play this as a drinking game with my friends!
We need your input! We need more Prompt Cards and really need your help in shaping this game over the next couple of weeks before we launch! [Dec, 2019]
Summary: A night with one Winchester brother drunk, and the other soulless, leads to some fun; morals be damned.
Characters: Dean x Reader x Soulless!Sam (No Wincest)
Rating: 18+ (swearing and sex)
Tags: Smut, smutty smut, shameless smut, shameless threesome, Winchester sandwich, soulless Sam, drunk Dean, double penetration, two ps in one v, I use the C word several times I never use the C word, tbh I just wanted an excuse to write a Winchester threesome, fingering, blowjobs, sex, unprotected sex (yeah yeah, you know the drill)
A/N: I’ve been sitting on this idea for a while and I finally got around to writing it. So enjoy.
had always imagined what it would be like to finally fuck Y/N. She
was funny, over confident, headstrong and so damn stubborn. She
didn’t take shit from anyone, particularly the Winchester brothers.
And especially now Sam was…different.
had always known that Dean had a thing for their latest hunting
companion. Hell, she almost definitely did too. So after a night out
with a LOT of alcohol, when they got back to the cheap and cheerful
motel room and Dean walked out of the bathroom to see his little
brother all over Y/N, he was rather pissed. Well, as pissed as his
drunk mind would let him be.
What are you doing?” Dean spat. Sam pulled his lips off of her,
her neck still held between his hands as they both knelt on the
bed. “What?” he pressed. Dean’s green eyes
Summary: The ropes are tight and knotted with precision, already imprinting tonight’s events into your body and your mind…
Warnings: NSFW, Blow Jobs, BDSM, D/s Themes
A/N: This fills my ‘Shibari’ square for @spnkinkbingo. I hope you enjoy ;)
My Masterlist//Kink Bingo
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You’re not sure which of them learned it - seems more of Sam’s thing. Maybe he’s taught Dean more than just how to hack into complex computer systems. Or maybe they’ve been up to a lot more than you thought since you’ve last seen them. It really doesn’t matter though, because the ropes are tight and knotted with precision, already imprinting tonight’s events into your body and your mind - well - more marks.
You’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had today. You’d awoken to the slick, hot drag of Sam’s tongue between your legs, came hard and shaking in no time at all. Dean had wrenched a second climax out of you minutes later, had you shivering around three spread fingers as he swallowed down your keening cries.
The black duffel came out soon after breakfast. You’d found yourself tied and stretched out on the wrinkled blankets of the bed, high-powered fucking machine pummeling into you before your meal even had time to settle.
the thing all sherlock holmes adaptations get wrong is making the guy an irredeemable asshole who treats everyone like shit . not only is it not reflective of the original stories they miss that “nice, smart, well mannered dude who snorts coke when he needs to think” is possibly the funniest character ever devised
I feel like the modern equivalent is that guy you think is super well put together until you find out exactly how much red bull he ingests on a regular basis.
Modern Sherlock is that very nice English Professor-seeming guy who you bring a problem and while walking from the door of his office to his desk he starts explaining the entire solution you need
And upon reaching his desk he’s like “Excuse me one moment.” and pulls out one of those huge Monster canisters they legally aren’t allowed to make anymore, cracks the whole thing, chugs it, takes a deep breath, and then nods at you and is like “Alright, and then what you need to do is…”
Imagine how much better the dynamic of bbc sherlock could have been if they did this.
why even modernize it to energy drinks??? coke didn’t go anywhere. we still have coke. energy drinks aren’t NEARLY chaotic enough.
Its is more like you hiring some guy to do private investigation about how your husband maybe cheating on you and Sherlock comes to your house high as fuck. Walks into your living room and without taking a moment to even talk to you or sign any paperwork, he turns around—pupils as big as god—and just says
“Its your best friend Brenda. I’ll email you the invoice.”
and walks right out of your house.
Because when it was written cocaine was legal and even considered healthy and useful by some laypeople, even though doctors knew it wasn’t, and Watson was always trying to stop people from encouraging Sherlock’s addiction because HE KNEW BETTER.
So consider this, Holmes, at 2am, desperately searching the flat for the stashes of NOS cans, only to keep coming up with passive aggressive pamphlets about the dangers of caffeine overdose.
Watson wakes up to a stench like Satan’s ass to find Sherlock sitting by his bed with a re-heated pot of cold brewed Deathwish Coffee that had been hidden in the back of the toilet tank (brewing) for five months. Sherlock is trying to say he’s proud of John’s cleverness in finding most of the stashes, but he’s passed into the fifth dimension and all John gets is a creepy vibrating grin and a sound like a shaken cat.
TLDR, Sherlock did die when he fell off the Falls, but he was so coked up his body didn’t stop moving until like a decade later.
Sherlock as one of those cryptid types the baristas talk about (there’s a post floating around somewhere) who comes in and orders a venti with as many shots as they are legally allowed to add, plus a few more for good measure (and a hefty tip) and then adds energy drink on top of it before chugging the whole thing, to the absolute horror of the cafe staff.
This is the kind of Sherlock Holmes discourse I demand on my dash. Bring me more!
With this information i now believe my former art teacher was the human version of “inspired by” Sherlock… Super nice but also liked to pick at people, he also liked to crush smarties(candy) and snort them off the off the art tables through a pixi stick… Supposedly it cleared his sinuses
(God knows you much charcoal, graphite, and paint flecks he snorted whilst “clearing the sinuses”)