#fetus as threatening as a leaf

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There are two types of people: The fetuses and fossils.

Why does that sound like a lit movie title?

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The Night Is Ours

> Ten Days of Kaleo

Words: 2.5K Pairing:  Sam x reader, Dean x OFC Warnings: Cursing, fluff, bit of angst. Fetus! .... well Fetus!everyone but ya know Challenge: Ten Days of Kaleo Box Ticked: Vor í Vaglaskógi A/N: I loved this so much. I don’t know why. I’m very happy with it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing. It’s un-beeta’d so if you notice any mistakes please tell me but I couldn’t wait to post it. Feedback is greatly appreciated and honestly guys please tell me what you thought of this.

No one ever asked to be a part of the hunting life. Everyone was forcefully thrust into it, no explanation, no but’s or why’s. And there was really no good way of entering it either. All hunters had a tragic past. Most experienced their loved ones die in unimaginable ways, memories full of blood and terrified screams, mornings of sorrow and cloudy souls, nights of titanic drinking and tears. Others were born into it, their parents not exactly an example for following. One can only imagine the nights of terror those children went through, knowing that the monsters under their beds were actually real and having to learn how to deal with that knowledge on their own

Moments of true pleasure in this lifestyle were absurdly rare. In a world full of blood, where quite literally everyone is against you, how could there be any more?

The Winchesters knew all of that. They were two children of the few that were born into hunting. Dean can remember the heat of the fire, can remember his dad screaming for him to protect his little brother, he can remember all about the sirens and his younger sibling’s innocent, oblivious gaze that pierced right through him. Sam of course was too young to remember anything, but he sure as hell knows that he’s alive because of his brother. He knows that if there’s one person in this god forsaken world that he can count on, it’s Dean.

In their tragic lives, from the moment Dean came running out of the burning house with Sam in his arms, the good moments were very few. To the point where they could count them on their fingers.

Sam was in the bunker’s kitchen. He was nursing a beer and thinking of all of this. He started thinking of the memories he looks back on and smiles. He thought of the nights he spent with his brother talking, the impala drives, moments of true brotherly love that he hadn’t recognized earlier. Then suddenly, entirely out of the blue he remembered.

He jumped from his seat, rapidly walking to his room. He dropped on the floor next to his bed with a loud thud and ducked under his bed, reaching the shoebox that was there for god knows how long.

It was a shoebox that he’d always carry around, hidden in a corner of his duffel, from the moment it had been created. It was filled with two beer caps, five polaroid pictures, an old, now brown and desaturated leaf and his old hunter’s journal. He hadn’t opened that thing in years.

“Is everything okay?” Dean asked, shoulders tensed and eyes hard. He was leaning on the door, half of his body in view. Sam hadn’t heard him come in.

“Yeah, why?” He asked confused.

“I heard you running. Thought I’d check in.” he had run? He didn’t remember. He was too focused on finding the thing.

“Oh sorry”

“‘S okay. Why’d you run anyways?” Dean’s shoulders slackened at the reassuring thought that his brother is safe, as he walked in the room, closing the door behind him.

“Do you remember this?” Sam replied, showing him the box. A phrase was scribbled on it

 The night is ours Summer ‘99 Dean, Roxy, Demarcus, Sam, Y/n.

 “Holy shit, you kept that?” Dean’s eyes widened at the sight of it, old memories resurfacing. Sam hummed and nodded, legs crossing over one another. “Let me see”

The box was in Dean’s hands, fingertips tracing over the different fonts of each name.

“Man, I had forgotten all about Demarcus” Dean grinned at the images of foolish playing around and laughing, sharing beers and fun times that were relentlessly playing in his head.

“Yeah” Sam nodded “Why what about Roxy?”

“or Y/n.” Dean looked at Sam, a bit of sadness clouding his voice. “I can’t believe we haven’t thought of them for so long.”

“Been a long time, man.” the younger Winchester sighed nostalgically

“Eighteen years.” Sam hummed in thought at his brother and let the silence hang in the air for a second or two.

“Seems like yesterday to me.”

Dean grabbed both beer caps, smiling fondly at the thought of that summer.

“Hey, do you remember-”

“I do.” Sam smiled “I remember all of it”

 “Demarcus, stop that!” Roxy whined with a giggle, trying to push him away.

“Guys, Dean is back!” Sam grinned at his brother who wore a cheeky grin and waved two 6-packs of beer around. Demarcus cheered and the girls laughed as Dean approached them. They soon decided to take the beers and hit the road, hopefully ending up at some beach soon enough because, as Demarcus put it, they were “burning daylight”

 Kvöldið er okkar og vor um Vaglaskóg Við skulum tjalda í grænum berjamó Leiddu mig vinur í lundinn frá í gær Lindin þar niðar og birkihríslan grær

The night is ours Spring in the wood of skies We head to the heath with our tent, where the berries grow Take me, dear friend to the mirth of yesterdays Where our creek runs free and the birch will blow

Leikur í ljósum lokkum og angandi rósum Leikur í ljósum lokkum hinn vaggandi blær 

Light in the mountains Scent from our dearest fountains The wind is counting your hair in the light aglow

 Sam had his arm around Y/n in the back seat, Roxy with her feet out the window and Demarcus in the passenger seat, Dean driving and laughing at a joke Y/n said. The air was running through their hair, counting strands and messing it up, giving everyone a more careless and free mood. Miles of asphalt stretched in front of them, a path of endless possibilities.

“Honestly, guys” Roxy scoffed cutting through the laughter. “You have the shittiest taste in music, I swear”

“Hey!” Y/n protested

“Insult Led Zeppelin one more time, woman, I dare you” Dean playfully shot her a stern look from the rearview mirror.

“Whatever you say, old man. Bon Jovi is ten times better.” Roxy stated proudly, winking at Dean, fully aware that she was digging her grave.

“Dude, we’re twenty” Demarcus rolled his eyes “You’re literally two years younger than us”

“And you better take that back!” Dean threatened

She tsked negatively, shook her head and giggled, seeing Dean starting to get worked up.

“You two are impossible” Y/n smiled

“Shut up, baby sis” Demarcus remarked

“Hey, fuck you, if it weren’t for me and Sam we’d be hunted by John, Bobby, and dad. Your “baby sis” saved all our asses”

“Yeah, Dale is no joke and you know it.” Sam agreed.

“Pff yeah. And what did you two do anyways?” Dean asked

“We created a case. Attacks on people whose bodies were later found with zero amounts of blood in their systems.”

“We made it look like a nest” Sam butted in “so it’d make sense if we all went together”

“Exactly” Y/n agreed

“And where do they think we are?” Roxy asked, an impressed look on all their faces

“South Dakota” Sam looked down at Y/n and smiled

“Nerds, I tell you” Demarcus muttered and everyone laughed as y/n flipped him off in amusement. “Now can someone please grab the beers?” he groaned and Roxy cheered, grabbing the packs from under the seats, before Dean pressed on the breaks harshly.

“We’re here”

 “Bon Jovi is better than Led Zeppelin” Dean shakes his head and scoffs. “How dare she” a smile tugged at his lips, knowing she had been messing with him. She was an incredible girl. Long ginger hair, ocean eyes and latte lips covered every crevice of his mind every time he thought about her, like a light August breeze. ‘Cause that’s how she was. Easy and carefree and warm and safe, like silk draped in the wind, like home on a cold December night.

Sam pulled the pictures out, handing two to Dean. The one on the top the eldest Winchester was holding was of Roxy and himself dancing next to the fire they all had lit.

 Dagperlur glitra um dalinn færist ró Draumar þess rætast sem gistir Vaglaskóg Kveldrauðu skini á krækilyngið slær Kyrrðin er friðandi, mild og angurvær

 The dew comes forth Our valley is swept with peace Our dreams come true, who sleep in the wood of skies On the berry hearth, the last touch of sunlight dies And the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow

  “Come on, Bean!” She tugged his hand

“I told you not to call me that” He got up with a sigh, unable to resist her.

“Oh, you did?” She acted shocked for a moment before smirking. He turned on the radio in his Chevy, before going back to her. As he approached her, back facing the explosion of colors the sunset created, she laced her hands behind his neck

“I thought you didn’t like my music taste” He teased, pulling her close and grinned cheekily, tongue peeking through his teeth

“I don’t” she shrugged “But I like you” the last part of the sentence was a breathy whisper. His breath was sucked out of him, tightening his arms around her

“They are sickeningly cute” Demarcus whispered to Sam and Y/n, making them chuckle

“You know you’re happy for her” Y/n replied, hands busying themselves with Sam’s long fingers. “We haven’t seen her this happy in years” Demarcus hummed and looked at his youngest sister, eyes dancing between her and Sam and nodding, going back to stare at the couple next to the fire.

Y/n straightened up, eyes brightening.

“What?” Sam asked, practically seeing the idea forming in her head. She jumped up and rummaged through her backpack, finding what she was looking for.

“I knew I had it with me” She grinned in victory, immediately placing the Polaroid over her eye and catching the perfect moment. Dean’s hand was outstretched and was twirling Roxy. Her dress was fanning around her gracefully and she laughed, falling back against his chest. Dean looked down at her as if she was everything. The moon, the stars, the universe itself, losing himself in the moment, in her.

 Dean sighed, a tear escaping the corner of his eye. He sniffled and wiped it, giving Sam a look that dared him to say anything about it. Sam went back to the pictures, finding one of him and Y/n. Sam had a bright grin on his face as Y/n kissed his cheek.

 The flash went off and Sam looked at her surprised. He wasn’t expecting her to kiss his cheek but he sure as hell didn’t mind.

“What?” She giggled. Sam pushed her flower crown away from her eyes and tucked a strand behind her ear.

“You’re beautiful” He whispered, cupping her cheek. She grinned and looked up at him in hope. Sam’s eyes danced between hers. He leaned down, catching her bottom lip between both of his, warmth enveloping him. He was safe. He was home.

 “She always had a summer in her heart,” Sam said to his brother. Dean knew who he was talking about. He saw the pain in Sam’s eyes and decided to let him speak. To not beat him up for the chick flick moment he was about to cause because he knew Sam needed it

“What do you mean?” He asked and Sam’s eyes jumped from the picture to him

“She was so warm and bright and good. So absolutely good. She wasn’t born for this life, Dean” He sniffled, eyes stinging with the tears he attempted to hold back “She deserved a family, a white picket fence, a dog and children. She deserved so many more things than this shit-show she was born in” He looked at her in one of the other pictures, smile bright and eyes warm as ever, next to her two siblings “I had that strange urge to protect her. To keep her from harm’s way. Because she was just-” A sob cut him off.

“C’me ‘ere” Dean motioned for him to get up, pushing himself to his feet. “Come on” Sam got up and walked to his brother who wrapped him up in a hug. Sam’s shoulders shook from the suppressed sobs, eyes clenched closed.

They stayed there for a few seconds before Sam pulled away, sniffling and hiccuping, palms violently brushing away the tears.

 “Where the fuck have you been?!” John yelled at the group coming out of the car. Dale, a six-foot-two man with white hair and usually kind eyes that now looked stone cold, paced behind John’s and Bobby’s fast footsteps.

“South Dakota huh? How long did you think we’d buy that for?” Dale spat.

“How the hell did you find out?” Demarcus muttered “I thought the kids had done a good job” Y/n glared at him harshly

“How did we find out? Let’s say we paid your location a visit, thinking we could offer a hand and you were nowhere to be found” Dale barked, slapping his eldest son, John mimicking him.

“Hey, dad STOP!” Both Sam and Roxy screamed at the same time

“While you were out there, having fun and acting like fucking teenagers, people died, Sam. People died.” John yelled, hitting Dean.

“The fault is everyones! Dean and Demarcus weren’t the only ones that planned this!” Roxy yelled

“Oh I know, honey, I know.” sarcasm dripped from his voice “Prepare to say goodbye to those boyfriends of yours. This is the last time you’ll see each other in a long time” Dale muttered, pushing Demarcus towards the car “Pack up, we’re leaving”

“NO!” Everyone screamed in unison.

“Of course we’re acting like teenagers, we ARE teenagers!” Sam screamed trying to reason with their fathers. Bobby gave him a pitiful look that said to let it go, but he refused to listen. “Y/n and I are sixteen. Roxy is eighteen, Dean and Demarcus are barely twenty! You’re punishing us for being normal!”

“You’re NOT normal Sam.” John looked at him dead in the eye “What we say goes. Now get in the fucking car.” John’s voice raised even more. Sam’s eyes met his father’s and then went to Dean’s. They nodded at each other and simultaneously ran to their girls, hugging them one last time as their fathers ran behind them and tried to pull them apart.

“I love you”

 Sam always thought that heartbreak was black and white. A yin-yang of the damaged and the damaging. But only it isn't. Heartbreak is a prism, it has its own colors. It’s purple for the hand you bruised in anger, blue for the unstoppable tears that fall from your eyes. It’s red for your bleeding heart and white for the broken shards. It’s black for the aftermath.

But then again when was black ever considered a color.

“We need to find them, Dean” Sam stated in determination. “Dead or alive, we need to find them, we owe them that much” Dean looked at his brother, eyes full of empathy and nodded.

“We wil, brother” Dean patted Sam’s shoulder “We will”

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#THEINCIDENCE @10 Bizarre but Interesting Facts about Bats

There are over 1,200 species of bats across the globe and they have a large footprint as they make up 20% of the entire mammal kingdom. While the creatures may appear to be scary, upside-down-hanging mammals that even the Batman is afraid of, there is a lot more to them than that. Their saliva which is an anticoagulant is now a medication administrated to stroke victims. It is named “Draculin” after Dracula. There are bizarre bat facts that will tell you more about these creatures of the night. Did you know that bats can swim in stressful situations? Here is more.

1. Not all bats live in caves. Polygamous, thumb-sized, Honduran white bats sleep in the leaves in the rainforest where each leaf has one male and up to six females.

Contrary to popular belief, not all bats live in caves. Take the Honduran white bat for example. These cute-looking, really tiny bats (3.7 to 4.7 cm long) have yellow, leaf-shaped noses and snow-white fur! They live in evergreen tropical rainforests and build leaf-tents, the majority of the times out of the leaves of the Heliconia plant. They cut the leaves at the midrib which makes the two parts of the leaves slump down because of their weight. This is home to them. They feel protected in their homes and do not fly out of it under any threat, camouflaging themselves from predators by staying motionless.

The Honduran white bats who feed only on fruits are polygamous and live in a leaf-tent with a harem of six females. A single offspring is known to be born to one female bat during the spring with the gestation period lasting a few weeks. They don’t sound like the bats we know of, do they?

2. Bats have the capacity to eat insects equal to half their body weight every night. They can eat up to 1,200 mosquitoes in an hour.

Bats can help an area to get rid of pests and bugs. Each bat is known to feast on 6,000 to 8,000 insects in one night, with the capacity to eat 1,200 mosquitoes or mosquito-sized insects in one hour. They also eat flies, gnats, cucumber beetles, and crop-destroying moths like the codling moth that affects 99% of the world’s walnut crops. Their ability to provide a natural pest control has made them popular with farmers. Another reason to thank these nocturnal mammals is chocolate. In Indonesia, when it was estimated what the cacao yield would be if they exterminated the bats, the result was a drastic drop of 22% which would run into a loss of hundreds of millions of dollars.

3. Through what many naturalists call “reciprocal altruism,” well-fed bats will regurgitate blood and share it with other bats to keep them alive. Vampire bats cannot survive without blood for more than two nights.

Female bats can be generous and lifesavers. If a vampire bat does not find blood for two nights in a row, the female bats feed them by regurgitating blood and sharing it with others in exchange for being groomed by them (licking their fur). When in captivity, female bats have shown exceptional care for new mothers. They have been observed feeding the new mother for weeks after a baby bat is born.

Vampire bats have special characteristics that are not common to other bats. They can walk, jump, and run and can also suck blood from an animal without harming it and sometimes, without waking it up. They occasionally bite humans for blood and can spread rabies. One researcher claimed that vampire bats can be tamed and can also be friendly to humans because when he called out the names he had given them, they would come flying to him.

4. Research has revealed that the bats address each other as individuals. Not just that, they frequently argue with each other. Baby bats are also known to babble like human children.

Researchers at Tel Aviv University translated “bat talk” through a machine learning algorithm and found out that the bats’ “squeaks” were them talking to each other. They found that Egyptian fruit bats, for example, communicate specific problems with each other when they gather in their roosts. The researchers were able to classify the bat calls in four categories, one of which was the bats arguing about food. Another one was about a dispute about positions in their sleeping cluster. The calls were not at all random.

Another human-like thing bats do is babble as babies. The fruit bats were raised by scientists in a vocal vacuum. As a result of this study which was published in the journal Science Advances, it was found that they babbled throughout their childhood before they learned to communicate effectively.

5. A bat named “giant golden-crowned flying fox” is a massive species of bats that has a five-foot wingspan and can be as big as a child.

A species that is facing extinction, the “giant golden-crowned flying fox” megabat is found in the forests of the Philippines at an elevation up to 3,600 feet. These bats are one of the largest species in the world and have a wingspan of 5.6 feet and can weigh up to 1.2 kilograms. Their diet is fruit-based (eating figs mainly), and they do not harm humans, but care has to be exercised while handling them as they might be carrying diseases. Because of their huge wingspan, they can travel up to 40 kilometers in one night while searching for food, and in that process, they act as seed dispersers for a lot of fruits in Philippines’ forests.

Destruction of habitat has put the bats in a dangerous position as they have to travel long distances to forage for food. One of the main reasons why this species of bats in facing extinction is hunting due to the huge demand for their pelts and meat. It is also threatened by deforestation and has been decreasing in numbers, completely disappearing from certain parts of the Philippines.

6. If there were no bats, the world would not have tequila. The agave plant from which tequila is made is pollinated by the bats. They are also known as “farmers of the rainforest” as 300 species of fruits depend on pollination by bats.

Thank the bats for those tequila shots. Tequila, which is made from agave plants. is pollinated only by bats. That is not all. Over 60 species of cacti rely on bats for pollination along with over 300 species of fruits like guavas, mangos, bananas, etc. These nectar-feeding bats mostly belong to two species: the lesser long-nosed bat and the Mexican long-tongued bat. They migrate north from Mexico to Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas.

Every part of the world has bats except Antarctica. Even in the deserts, bats are known to act as natural pollinators playing a critical role in maintaining the ecosystem. Unlike bees, bats are not attracted to bright-colored or strong-smelling flowers so they play an exclusive role.

7. Bats are more closely related to cats than rats. Mexican free-tailed bats use sound to sabotage and jam the sensors of rival bats. Then they steal their prey.

Imagine a sound war in the sky with a prey as a prize. That is what the Mexican free-tailed bats do. These bats live in colonies of hundreds of thousands and a lot of food competition exists between them. To steal the prey of their rival bats, they will use sound to jam up their sensors. Since echolocation is used by the bats to hunt prey in the night, jamming their sensors will make them lose their prey. It was recorded by researchers according to a study published in the Science Mag that just when foraging bats used a feeding call, other interfering bats would send out an ultrasonic signal when they were close to their prey resulting in the foraging bats missing their target.

Even though they are called flying rodents, bats are not even remotely related to mice as much as they are related to cats. Like cats, fruit-bats, for instance, have an eyesight that adapts to low-light. Because of their unique characteristics, they have been placed in their own order of mammals known as “Chiroptera” which means “hand-wing.”

8. Female bats can control the timing of their pregnancy and the birth of baby bats. They choose a time when food is available in abundance along with keeping other ecological factors in mind.

Female bats carry only one young one at a time as they have to fly to feed and have the unique ability to time the birth of the baby bats. They use a variety of strategies to do so to make their delivery period match with a time when there is a maximum availability of food. This is done to make sure that the baby bats do not starve as they have to be fed until they become adults because their wings do not grow to full size for them to forage on their own. The species of bats that live in the temperate climates give birth during the spring. Some species also have the unique ability to delay fertilization for an entire season. If mating occurs in the fall, they can delay fertilization by storing the sperm in the reproductive tract until the next spring. Other species of bats can delay the development of the fetus until favorable environmental conditions exist.

9. Bats are actually not blind, and they sometimes prefer to use their eyesight for hunting rather than echolocation. Some of them can also see the ultra-violet light which humans cannot and have a vision three times better than us.

The phrase “blind as a bat” has no basis in reality as bats are not actually blind. Since they prey in the night, they use echolocation as an aid to hunt for prey, but that is not the case always. Bats have been known to use eyesight to hunt as well depending upon the circumstances. In fact, many fruit bats always use their eyesight. They do not echolocate at all because they feed on nectar from flowers and not on insects. Even bats who are insectivores like brown long-eared bats used sonar and visual information both to hunt for prey.

A study published in 2009 in the journal PLOS ONE stated that two species of bats, the Pallas’ long-tongued bat and Seba’s short-tailed bat, could see in the daylight and could also see some colors. These visual receptors can also allow them to see the ultra-violet light which humans cannot see as its wavelength is outside a human’s visual spectrum. They have this ability as many flowers reflect UV light, which makes it easier for them to forage for food. Many larger fruit-eating bats can see three times better than humans.

10. Millions of bats are dying from the “white-nose syndrome” in North America that the scientists have no idea how to treat. An estimated 2.4 million pounds of insects were not eaten in 2008 as the population of the bats diminished which caused a strain on New England’s agriculture.

The white-nose syndrome, where a distinctive fungal growth forms around the bat’s muzzles and wings, has as of 2018, killed millions of bats in the United States and Canada. Fifteen bat species have been affected by this fungus Pseudogymnoascus destructans which spread from bat to bat through contact, and four of those species have suffered massive declines. The white-nose syndrome has not only affected the population of bats but has had a direct environmental impact. As we know bats are natural pollinators and pest-eaters, their death meant that 2.4 million pounds of insects were not eaten as estimated by the U.S. Forest Service in 2008. In New England in the U.S., this has had a direct impact on the farmers who face crop damage and have to spend more money to get rid of the pests. In the U.S., the bats save the farmers at least three billion dollars every year in pest-control. Seed-dispersal is also put at a massive risk due to this disease whose cure has not been found yet.

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Kuman Thong (Thai: กุมารทอง) is a household divinity of Thai popular religion. It is believed to bring luck and fortune to the owner if properly revered. Kuman, or Kumara (Pali) means " Sanctified young boy" (female kumari); thong means golden. The Thai occult tradition of kuman thong originated in 19th century poet Sunthon Phu’s novel Khun Chang, Khun Phaen. In the story, Khun Phaen, a high-ranking soldier close to the king, earns the favor of a powerful sorcerer. The sorcerer takes such a liking to Khun Phaen that he offers his daughter in marriage. Unfortunately, some time after Khun Phaen learns of his wife’s pregnancy, Khun Phaen and his father-in-law begin arguing so much that the sorcerer plots to have Khun Phaen killed. Khun Phaen discovers that his wife has been commanded by her father to poison him, and in a vengeful rage, Khun Phaen cuts his own child out of his wife. With the bloody fetus in hand, Khun Phaen builds a fire at a temple, placing the body on a grill after wrapping it in pieces of sacred cloth covered in prayers. While Khun Phaen chants prayers, the roasting soon reduces the fetus to a dried-out husk, with only paper-thin skin stretched over a skeleton. At the end of the ritual, the violently aborted child had become a ghost with whom Khun Phaen can speak and communicate, a sort of guardian spirit for his father.Despite the fictional origins, belief in kuman thong took root in southern Thailand, with widespread belief that these protective ghost children could warn against any dangers that threatened a household. Ancient manuscripts detailed additional steps on how to make kuman thong, such as requiring the ritual to be completed before dawn in a cemetery and painting the dry-roasted baby with lacquer before applying gold leaf. 

Kuman Thong (Thai: กุมารทอง) is a household divinity of Thai popular religion. It is believed to bring luck and fortune to the owner if properly revered. Kuman, or Kumara (Pali) means " Sanctified young boy" (female kumari); thong means golden.