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Some of my favorite showcases of insects arranged by color from the Montreal Insectarium
The bug store for bugs
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baby BLUE
⥤ felix catton x reader; oliver quick x reader // 4.3K words
⥤ WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, language, handjobs, blowjobs, voyeurism, maryjane, alcohol.
⥤ SUMMARY: Felix Catton is a dove: beautiful and flashy, difficult to pin down. Oliver Quick is a mouse: sneaky and quiet, caught under your fangs. You want to devour them both.
⥤ SUGGESTED LISTENING: • Doin' Time - Lana Del Rey • THE SNAKE - Lana Lubany
A shiver ripples up and down your spine—partly from the light breeze that dances across your collarbones, but mostly because you know he’s looking.
rt on new years cause this one flopped 😔
baby BLUE
⥤ felix catton x reader; oliver quick x reader // 4.3K words
⥤ WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, language, handjobs, blowjobs, voyeurism, maryjane, alcohol.
⥤ SUMMARY: Felix Catton is a dove: beautiful and flashy, difficult to pin down. Oliver Quick is a mouse: sneaky and quiet, caught under your fangs. You want to devour them both.
⥤ SUGGESTED LISTENING: • Doin' Time - Lana Del Rey • THE SNAKE - Lana Lubany
A shiver ripples up and down your spine—partly from the light breeze that dances across your collarbones, but mostly because you know he’s looking.
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snoopy of the day
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Sick ass adventure wizard investigates native crustacean with his supportive but easily spooked familiar
On this aesthetic I will build my church and all the powers of hell will not conquer it
Coyote Peterson met a young ocelot in the jungle. This ocelittle frequents tourist trails in a wildlife park, and so it’s accustomed to people and doesn’t see them as a threat.
You should watch all of these. But especially the crab one.
You’re welcome.
He is so clearly enchanted with her even when she’s chewing on his head. It’s wonderful.
What a fantastic world we live in!!!
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find out which heroic archetype is for you, and why he can't love
i cackled at every single question in this quiz
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The Other Half Masterlist
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader
Notes: Welcome back to accidentally-created-a-series-Monday
Not beta-read.
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, angst, fluff, explicit sexual content
Summary: You glance at the man, then freeze, eyes widening. There’s no way that the goddamn Prince of Gotham is on your counter right now. Luckily for you, he’s focused on the tie clips. Maybe he knows you’re staring and is just ignoring it. Maybe he’s just so used to the sensation that he simply doesn’t register it anymore.
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New Crow Time! It’s the Hound Knight. He’s a good boy!!!
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Microsoft Office XP assistants
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You’ve just moved in with Simon. Great.
There’s one slight problem, though: Due to the nature of his work, the guy interprets everything as an order. And executes accordingly.
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You sit on the kitchen’s table, enjoying breakfast together, when you notice the full trash bin.
“The trash needs to be taken out,” you casually mention, not giving it too much thought.
But, to your surprise, Simon shoots up from his chair like a coiled spring, leaving his half-eaten food behind. “Roger that,” he responds and jogs towards the trash bin, leaving you baffled.
“Simon?”
He stops and turns to look at you.
“Hm?”
“You don’t have to do it right now.”
“When do you want it done?” he asks, waiting for your next command.
“Wh-whenever you can,” you reply, uncertain how else to phrase it.
“I can do it now,” Simon declares and proceeds to the trash bin.
“Babe, we’re eating.” You say and point at the semi-eaten food on the kitchen table.
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Anonymous asked:
virgin sacrifice reader offered to war god ghost?? prepare to be his lovely wife instead of a sacrifice with at least 10 demigods running around, he wants to raise strong warriors!
Ghost would definitely be a god similiar to Ares; a god of war, brutality, bloodshed, masculinity and virility. Men go and pray by his shrine or in his dedicated temple to give them strength in both battle and bed, to be a strong and unbeatable warrior and be able to father strong, healthy children.
One such temple, the main one, is in a surprisingly remote location, surrounded not by a major city or capital but a few villages. According to myths it was this place where a brutal battle took place millenia ago where the fearsome god Ghost defeated an army all by himself, the blood of his slain enemies served to make the land fertile and for many villages to grow and prosper...until now.
Usually sacrifaces to appease the god would be made by the men of the villages; black stallions, the strongest bulls, wine, silver and pure steel, everything that has connections to masculinity and power, however some kind of horrible fatum seems to hang over your little village. The animals either die young or are sickly and weak, the wine turns out sour like vinegar, there in so money to buy anything either and it's taken as a curse by the elders. If nothing will be done and Ghost won't have his sacrifice who knows what will happen?
So they decide on the next best thing, a desperate last choice reach in hopes to appease the brutal god-a virgin sacrifice. The prettiest, unmarried and untouched young woman is to be chosen, dressed in the finest, gauzy silks and locked inside the stone temple in hopes that the god will come down and the blood of a slain virgin will calm his fury. Luck wasn't on your side it seems, you were chosen.
All you could remember were the desperate cries of your mother, the dissapointed remorseful look on your father's face and the ritual cleansing of the old crones in the village. You were cleaned in rose water, intricate patterns were drawn with a mixture of honey, mushed up berries and flowers on your breasts, around your nipples and bellybutton, and the most intricate was drawn on the place where your womb was. You were clothed in a white gauzy dress that was a symbol of your purity and then you were bound and dragged to the temple no matter how much you struggled and kicked and pleaded until you were finally locked in the dimly lit temple, only the many candles present to lighten the main chamber and to show the powerful, majestic sculpture of the god, Ghost.
Imagine crying yourself to sleep, everything hurt, you were scared and confused, all alone to die in this forsaken temple because some old men decided on it. Falling asleep out of exhaustion, the images of your crying, terrified mother haunting you even when sleeping.
Imagine waking up and instead of feeling cold and sore from sleeping on the unforgiving stone floor, and instead finding yourself laying on and under the most luxurious furs you've ever seen, the warmth of them felt like a blanket and the smell of them, pleasant warm masculine musk made a shiver run down your spine, just where were you?
Before you had the chance of looking around the room, you felt huge, strong arms clamping togehter around you and bringing you into a powerful, broad chest which rumbled with a growl like purr and a stern voice saying:
"Stay. Don't move around girl."
And the very same arms turned you gently around to face the man behind you and you couldn't help but gasp and breath out a tiny, frightened yelp-behind you was laying a man who looked like the stone sculpture of Ghost cane to life and became human. It...it was Ghost. You laid next to a god.
THIS HIT 1K ON LIKE 12 HOURS?? Guys I'm honestly in disbelief but also so damn happy that you liked it so much ;__; there will be more dw!
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finally I got them all
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— andrew garfield
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Decaf
Summary: After your first tattoo session with Joel, you can't stop thinking about him or, his touch. And it terrifies you.
Read Honeyed first where: You put aside your touch aversion for a tattoo from Joel.
Pairing: tattoo artist!Joel Miller x f!Reader
Word count: ~10.1k
Warnings: a smidgen of angst for fun 😌 then comfort, slow build, no outbreak tattoo!au, the 'believes they're hard to love, loving them is like breathing' trope, reader has issues with touch and is mostly touch adverse (joel's workin' on that though), tattoos and getting tattooed (the process isn't really described), description of a past abusive relationship and a bad experience getting tattooed, undefined unresolved previous trauma, insecurity, anxiety, loneliness, Joel gets to have both his daughters in this, you can decide if this is game joel or show joel
A/N: This is dedicated to all of you who are also touch adverse. I hope you like this part as much as the first, and feel seen and heard. I love you and thank you for being so kind and open with your love and your own experiences. May you find the patience and love you deserve in your own Joel.
Once again, we’re ignoring canon and pretending like Joel can draw for this fic, thank you. Editing this was a labor, so if there are any mistakes blame my tired eyes. Thank you for reading! As always, I would love to know your thoughts! Please please please, be sure to leave feedback!
Joel doesn’t want to walk you home, though he figures he should.
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Honeyed
Summary: You hate being touched, but you might be willing to put aside your discomfort for a tattoo from Joel.
Pairing: tattoo artist!Joel Miller x f!Reader
Word count: ~11.7k
Warnings: slow build, no outbreak tattoo!au, reader has issues with touch and is mostly touch adverse, tattoos and getting tattooed (the reader only has one tattoo that is described in any detail), description of a past abusive relationship and a bad experience getting tattooed, insecurity, anxiety, loneliness, implied undefined past trauma with men, Joel gets to have both his daughters in this, you can decide if this is game joel or show joel
A/N: We're ignoring canon and pretending like Joel can draw for this fic, thank you. I love this fic with everything I am and hope you all like it too. I'm trying something new with this header because none of the gif were giving me what I wanted, so I hope its not too cringe as I am not an aesthetic girlie. Thank you for reading! As always, I would love to know your thoughts! Please please please, be sure to leave feedback!
Summer is at its peak when you first happen by Joel Miller's tattoo studio.
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I won’t fall for someone who can’t misbehave
summary: Aemond is betrothed to the sweetest girl in the Seven Kingdoms. She's smiley, soft and kind-hearted. Until she isn't. (or, alternatively: "No one took your side when you were a kid. But I'm doing it now.")
pairing: Aemond Targaryen and F!Reader (her House is not specified) words: 9000 +
warnings: slow (!) burn, attempted harassment, Aemond is in pain 70% of the time (headache and all that) and has no clue how to act around someone he's clearly in love with.
author's note: I'm working on 3 fics at the moment, and it's taking forever to finish (yay for my poor time management skills!), so I whipped up something short(er) for starters. I'm a bit more comfortable with sharing this one because I feel like it's actually more of my style (wow, that sounds kinda pretentious). Rhaenyra is the queen here but I barely mention the blacks (not out of spite, I just thought it wouldn't add anything to the story). also, I don't think women would be allowed to misbehave like that... I don't care ;)
Aemond knew of the preplanned betrothal even though everyone around him was ridiculously mysterious about the subject matter. He's been made aware of the upcoming visit of some noble family, and the preparations were quite extensive. Then he overheard Baela telling Jace that the expected guests will bring their daughter. The middle one. It wasn't very hard for Aemond to put two and two together. His wedding was long overdue, and Alicent was eager for him to make his choice. But he dreaded the mere thought of it.