#if i forgot anything else. i tried

[cynicallyneutral]

~3~

[larkr]

okay, i think i’ve managed to make a cohesive timeline for PGR ??

There are some spoilers for chapters that are only out on the CN/JP/TW servers, but i’ve put those on the very last page so you can avoid them if you want.

if you spot anything i’ve gotten wrong or if something isn’t clear, lmk and i’ll try and fix it.

The only CN spoiler-y part I didn’t put on the last page is some information from chapter 27 about the beginning of the punishing virus outbreak, but i didn’t think that was too bad — though i’m putting a warning here anyway.

[angsty-aliens]

I’m on a couple Facebook groups where people can ask veterinarians questions and only vets are allowed to answer

I find this sort of resource to be super helpful because I can use the search function if I’m ever curious about some super specific thing.

However people are dumb. People are so dumb. There are so many posts that are like “my cat got mauled by a dog. What should I do?” And they’ll attach a photo of a cat missing huge chunks of flesh.

“You need to go to the vet.”

Or “I didn’t realize how bad my dogs teeth are. What should I do?” And the photo is of a dog’s mouth absolutely crusted in plaque with a tooth visibly broken.

“Go to the vet.”

“My 5 pound yorkie was just bitten by a copperhead snake. Can I just give them benedryl?”

“Go to the ER vet.”

Please. For the love of god, PLEASE take your animals who are clearly in distress to the medical professionals. I get that it can be expensive but there are often low cost clinics to help with people who are struggling financially. I’ve taken stray cats to the humane society clinics and it’s much cheaper but you do need to be very patient because you’ll have to wait to be seen. But please don’t think your dog that was run over by a car can be fixed by you giving Tylenol at home. 😳 (also don’t give animals Tylenol. That’s a terrible idea.)

[minakoaiinos]

Several things about the **** and **** drama is how many people have hopped out to go omg so is the lady we have decided is the only big bad villain responsible for planting all of the hate against insert group/idol here when I watched in real time for all of those examples their own fans jumping on their favorite idols for things that were clearly just scraps of bad rumors they just completely made overblown THEMSELVES under the guise of trying to look 'critical about their faves'

[izzy-b-hands]

My doctor messaging me at 12:30 in the morning to tell me she wants to do a telehealth visit abt the side effects I'm having with my new Lamotrigine dose (including worse insomnia than my usual insomnia, as u may have guessed lmao) is. something.

[firstdove15]

The little things in life: It rained most of the day and got heavier at night. We stopped by the gas station and I ran through the rain to get cups of cappuccinos and pay for gas. I felt alive being under the rain for that brief sprint. @@

[foxstens]

why is killing vultures so much easier as spearmaster

[plinkcat-gif]

yoy guys i wanted to play roblox with friends but they didn’t invite me and i am so sad about it

[a-s-fischer]

This actually undersells the moment, because the novel makes it explicit that she has a headache because she found out the day before that Darcy was the person who convinced Bingley to break it off with (read ghost) her sister, Jane. She was so upset and furious about this that she spent the evening having an angry cry over it, and woke up with a headache.

So not only does Darcy make one of the most insulting marriage proposals of all time, to her, a woman who already dislikes him, when she has a headache, and after she has spent weeks on end stuck in the company of with his horrible aunt, but also his bad behavior is the cause of her headache!

an underrated detail in pride and prejudice is that elizabeth bennett was home alone on the day darcy proposed because she had a headache. can you imagine. this was in the pre-painkillers era. you're at home with a headache and then this asshole walks into the room and tells you he loves you and wants to marry you even though he hates your whole family and you're beneath him. imagine having to deal with that while also having a headache. she doesn't even have ibuprofen

[angrybatgaming]

"Today is just for fun, but tomorrow you can perform in front of an audience!" Lies. We're performing in front of other players all the time. To whoever was playing You Are My Sunshine, I'M SO SORRY FOR THE INTERRUPTION! 😭

[dearestagonya]

Prudence Headcanons.

Just thinking about some Prudence lore and wanting to dive into her personality a bit more. Specifically, how possessive and obsessive she gets with people. And how irrational it makes her. Like Prudence could meet someone one time and is suddenly like: We're friends. Or she could've kissed someone once and is instantly like: I'm in love with you. You're my boyfriend now.

She's the type of person that will stalk the people she cares about. She will either stalk people as a means to protect them and keep an eye out for them. Or she will stalk them because she feels paranoid. She's afraid they might abandon her or replace her, so she will do whatever it takes to make sure this doesn't happen.

Prudence has also been known to believe that she is the only person anyone needs in their life and gets very jealous if she sees that person with anyone else. She'll be like : You don't need them. You have me and you only need me. Doesn't matter who they're with. Some examples of this could be: a persons relative, their neighbor, a co-worker, a romantic partner, another friend, and so on. If she feels like they're a threat to the relationship she has with the person of her affections, she will kill them without remorse. She's so good at what she does that no murders are ever traced back to her and no bodies are ever found. And she even goes as far as to make people forget she knew the deceased, not wanting the police to catch on. Or if she's not feeling that extreme - which is rare - she will just attack them and make them forget what happened afterwards. There has also been a time or two where she's kidnapped someone who was close to the person of her affections. This usually lead to the kidnapped person being murdered later.

She gets upset when people come to visit her and have to leave. Most of the time she will just gilt trip them or beg them to stay with her a little bit longer. But if they make her mad and refuse to listen, then she might get angry and hurt them. Usually regretting it later and apologizing. Usually the apologies going something like this: I'm sorry I hurt you, but you were trying to leave and I got upset. If you hadn't tried to leave me I wouldn't have hurt you.

Prudence has also kidnapped some of the people she's become infatuated with. But this is extremely rare and usually only happens with uncooperative people or people she thinks might be trying to abandon her.

She has also been known to kill the people of her affections. This has occurred when people have rejected her in a certain way - which lead to her getting angry and being unable to control herself. It has also occurred when she's come to the conclusion that someone is trying to replace her (Master Stine is an example of this). Or when she thinks she's being abandoned by the person she cares about.

However, Prudence is also the type of person who will literally do almost anything the person of her affections asks of her. If the person of her affections happens to be very dominate in nature, then she will be more submissive and docile. Much like she was with Master Stine. I imagine she probably had a bit of stockholm syndrome in regards to him. Though her feelings towards the master were never romantic - they were more platonic I guess? Sometimes she greatly detested him though.

Also, because I forgot to mention this, Prudence will never purposely hurt children or animals. That's where she draws the line. If she does hurt them, it's an accident.

[clayd]

Alimenting my throughts 3

the thrid gif where they're all sitting in their benchens but Jamie is standing in front on his, is Esteban Ocon in an escenario that I'm not quite sure about yet, but instead of someone going to hug him, he stays there a little but, maybe less than a minute that feels embarrasing longer, then turns around, grabs a too small aluminium bottle, shoves it into his black bag, and walks nevoursly away while closing the zipper of it(the bag's); (i don't know why he'll have a bag), maybe they're in a grouply gym session, (obligared pairings, half the grid in a gym, have in the other) maybe it has something to do with Otmar, maybe Oscar is there to see it, not actually getting it but a litle bit emphatizing, I am not sure who else is in there.

It's very important to my throughts that he does not get a hug yet.

I just rain out of that througths so maybe will think about it later, because it was an interesting one, an a good pair of gifs.

I am so sorry to put this on your post op, but my first throught was to just dowland the gif that is este, but my brain did not cooperate, so I just write it here. cheers!

"Love is strongest when we learn to trust in spite of doubts."

Ted Lasso, season 2, episode 8, "Man City"

[ratspider]

woke up from a dream about a family not accepting a trans kid for who they are to a text where my dad deadnames me :I

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny lives in a horror movie-DC x DP prompt

Based on my favorite book series "tales from the gas station"

It's not every day that a mission requires the league to travel to middle America in a bid to obtain a highly cursed artifact but it certainly is today.

Locating the Seal of Silent Ashes was a task usually given to Justice League Dark but Constantine was currently busy. So that meant it was left to the poster boys to get this done. They dressed in civilian attire to investigate the last location of the seal starting with the first building on the edge of town. A small dusty gas station near the woods.

The inside had an awful smell, like death and cleaning fluid. The lights gave off a greenish-blue tint. Rats could be seen out of the corner of your eyes. Most of the chips were offbrand and crappy.

Behind the counter was the teenage boy chewing gum. He looked up at the group before going back to reading his book. He had clearly seen better days but didn't show signs of caring about the state of his hair or bags under his eyes. He drank his coffee.

The air felt off.

"Hey kiddo, do you mind giving us directions?" Clark started.

The kid narrowed his eyes as he popped his gum.

"You're not from here. That or you're from that cult in the woods. Listen I'm not joining. Seriously, cosmic nihilism and fatalism sounds doomed. Hey wait-" the teen checked his notes " No, the cult killed themselves in that mass suicide 2 weeks ago. I forgot, sorry."

The teen didn't say anything else as he went back to his book.

The horrified look of the adults shared was almost hilarious. At least to the teen if he looked up.

"Oh, and stay out of the woods. I don't want the police to come back and ask about who saw you last. Seriously if whatever is in there tears you apart I won't feel bad. I put those signs out forever ago and if I get one more girl covered in blood running in here screaming about her dead friends I'll get a headache." The teen shrugged turning the page.

"What do you mean?! Why would-?! Who's killing people?!" Barry asked frantically as Bruce serched for more reports of missing people in the area.

"I don't know. Why would I know? If you want to go in the cursed forest go ahead. I mean that's how they all die. It isn't my job to stop you. My job is to sit here and watch this store." The teen huffed in annoyance.

Before anymore questions were asked the signal of the radio was disrupted and a demonic howl screeched through the radio.

"God damnit. That cunt is back. Stay here." The teen growled as he grabbed his bat from under the counter and walked out the back door. "String bean! Get off the fucking roof you bastard! You know that radio is all I have here!"

A chattering laugh like a death rattle was heard and the sound of 2 sets of feet was heard on the roof then they lept down.

"Come here so I can beat you to death!" The teen ran around the building towards the front of the gas station chasing-what the fuck is that!

It was like a human that was twisted to crabwalk on all fours backwards. Its face was contorted into a black stretched-out smile with no teeth. It had no eyes just black sockets. All its limbs were stretched out to an extra meter in length. It was a skinwalker of some kind with chalk-white skin. It was skittering away from the teen who was swinging his bat at its head.

"Stop running! I told you before what would happen if I found you fucking with me again!" The boy meant it as he finally landed a hit and began wacking it over and over it.

The skin walker screeched and tried to run for its life but couldn't.

After reducing the monster into a black puddle the black-stained teen came back inside to sit back down not paying anymore to the monster blood he was covered in.

"Sorry about that. Most of the freaks around here have learned to stay away from this place. That one is new and he doesn't listen. You'd think they'd learn but Sting Bean thinks he can torment me. Petty bastard." The teen sighed "anyways are going to buy anything or are you going to waste what oxygen we get in here with this shitty ventilation.

Diana couldn't help but admire the boldness of the boy. He had no hesitation or fear against the beasts of this area even if was crude.

"Does Constantine have a cousin or something? Just a more angry one" Barry whispered to Hal.

[etfrin]

⤷❝Can't be Shared | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | somnophilia, mentions of prostitution (Snow was going to 'share' you) cunnilingus, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), possessive af Snow, impact play (he slaps your thigh once), ruined orgasm (you do cum in the end) | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: Snow was going to share you with the elite of the Capitol but changed his mind halfway through only to have his way with you and make you the First Lady of Panem

⇢☾A/N: hehe, the longest fic I have writing so far, hope y'all enjoy this and reblog ;)

<masterlist> < bc: @cafekitsune >

He thought he would be okay with it. He was sure he would be okay with it. But he wasn't. Snow's blood boiled when the rich elitist of the capitol had begun to touch you, whisper you praises, and whatnot. The only thing that was going in his mind was his, his, his.

When had he gotten so attached, he wasn't supposed to be. Letting them touch you, and play with you was a strategic decision to get them hooked and you weren't meant to be his Queen but something had changed. Something snapping in him when the Capitols’ richest eyed you like a meal.

His jaw was clenched and he cleared his throat, “I changed my mind.” He said, “I am not sharing after all.”

You are his. His property. His bird locked in his cage and now his Queen. He pulled you closer, away from prying hands. He glared, memorizing the face of any and everyone displeased, thinking of plans of how to dispose of them quickly because even if briefly they had touched you that was a sin. No one taints the Queen but a King.

He cordially finishes dinner, keeping in mind he was a president, a newly appointed one at that even if he wanted to he couldn't drag you into his room and have his way with you. But he wanted to. His free hand is on your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave a small bruise. His hold gets tighter the more he has to smile pretty and act polite.

You hadn't said a word, you weren't sure what to say. You were ready to be shared, used, and then discarded. Snow had told you of this beforehand, but he had changed his mind and you were grateful.

Even as he marked you, made you whimper with his grip, giving your thigh a warning squeeze to be quiet. You were relieved that he decided not to share. You were his, you liked that you were his.

Dinner took longer than you would have preferred, but when it finally came to an end, Snow leaned into you and whispered, “Be on my bed wearing my shirt and nothing else, my bird.”

You didn't reply. You get up, walking into his room, heat choking your veins and making your pussy ache and wet. You close the door as you reach the master bedroom of the manor.

Going into his closet you picked on a red shirt, knowing that it would match your skin tone well. You had taken everything else off, your panties and previous clothes on the floor. You were in full display as you didn't even button up the shirt. Your breasts are exposed to the cold air making your nipples harden.

You sat on the bed, waiting for him to come. One minute bleeds into ten and you laid down on the bed. One hour turns to several and your eyes close up. Sleep catches up with you.

You woke up with a gasp. Sleep at the edge of your mind but your mouth lets out a moan wantonly as several things hit you at once.

One. Snow was here.

Two. Snow was between your thighs, his hands keeping your thighs wide and spread for him.

Three. His lips were on your clit, sucking it vigorously making you arch your back and wanting to flinch away from the intensity.

And you tried to move away, your bud sensitive more with pain than in pleasure. How long was Snow like this, sucking at your clit. Your pussy was now impossibly slick and throbbing, wanting to be filled.

A slap was delivered onto your thigh, a hitched moan leaving your lips because of the delicious pain. “Behave,” Snow sneers at you, his blue eyes looking ravenous, his face smeared with your arousal. This was Snow? You thought for a brief second. For once he felt like a man brought down to his knees by a woman instead of something untouched.

“Sorry,” you gasp out as he dives into your cunt. His tongue drew circles onto your clit as your cunt clenched around nothing. You never thought Snow would be sloppy at anything, you thought wrong because his breathing was loud, warn air of his pants grazing your sex. His stubble brushed against your sex as all of his attention was overstimulating your clit.

He finally lost interest as you cried out that you were close just by him playing with your clit for who knows how long. It hurt. It felt good. Perfect, delicious pleasure and pain. You were dizzy, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

He leaves your clit alone, but his tongue finds its way to the rest of your pussy. His tongue traces your folds, your slit, and the inside of your walls. Leaving no parts of your cunt untouched by his mouth. He was licking every drop of your juices, all the while he made you wetter.

Your hands were fisted into the sheets, your hips subtly moving for friction. A notion that was stopped with a squeeze of his hand on your thigh. You were brought to your high, so close to the edge you would fall in a second as moans spilled from your lips.

Only for that to be snatched away as Snow moved away. You cry out, “No! Please!” But Snow merely raised an unamused eyebrow while his hand wiped his mouth. “Snow, please,” you whispered, feeling the heat and the high of your lost orgasm.

He lets out a scoff as he sees your desperate state. “My meal is finished,” he merely said. His hand takes off the red suit, the same color as your (his) shirt. His fingers unbutton his white shirt, revealing his toned physique. Those same hands now unzipped his pants, his boxer down to the floor revealing a hard cock. The well-rounded tip leaking pre-cum.

“But I am not done with you yet,” he muses, as he moves in closer. You were sitting up now and his hand was on your nape.

“I don't think I'll ever be done with you,” he whispers, the words sealing a promise of forever. “Don't be,” you whispered back, leaning to catch his lips. Your arms around his shoulders to pull him on top of you, to feel his weight, his skin against yours.

Primal instincts take over you both as you kiss. Desperate whimpers and deep groans could be heard and his teeth sank into your bottom lip. Making it bleed and making him suck your blood into his mouth. He pulls back with a gasp, his eyes wide, his lips swollen. His taste was of a dessert you couldn't name. Addictive and delicious.

His left hand was on your cheek, another still on your nape. His thumb brushes your cheek in a manner of caring. “You're the Queen of Panem now,” he announces, making your heart jump in surprise. “The First Lady of Panem.”

With that, he seals his words with a kiss. Soft and ravishing, his tongue explores your mouth. Your hand is in his hair, the blonde locks between your fingers as you kiss back with everything you have.

“You're mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing with yours, “My bird in a cage. My property.”

“I'll make sure everyone at Capitol knows it,” he said, his eyes looking at you with the ferality of an animal stripped to his bare instincts. “Is that understood, my bird?” He asked.

The answer couldn't be anything but yes. So you replied exactly that and he grins. He looked beautiful in that moment, his charms coming out making you even more needy.

You pulled him in for another kiss, his lips smiling against yours as both of your tongues tangled. His hand lowered itself and cupped your cunt. His fingers trace your entrance and you whimper into his mouth but he doesn't breach in.

He gathers your arousal on his digits, and he pulls back from the kiss to take the digits into his mouth. After sucking his fingers clean, he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself.

His hands pushed you down on the bed, your legs on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath, taking you in, his bird being such a pretty mess.

He placed a kiss on your thigh that was unbelievably soft that for a moment you didn't believe it was action done by Snow's lip but the harsh bite of his mouth marking the skin of your inner thigh proved otherwise.

He leaned down, his hand in your hand above your head. Your free hand dug into his shoulder, forming crescent marks that made him groan, a choked-off desperate sound that you wanted more of.

All the while he placed his cockhead right at your entrance. You gasp as you feel the tip slip inch by inch into your velvety warmth. You wondered if he was going so slow because he wanted you to adjust to his length. However, one look at his face told you were wrong. His blonde strands clinging to his forehead, his lips parted and letting out hot breaths all the while his eyes closed shut, his eyebrows furrowed as he buried his dick into your cunt with the slow pace.

The reason he was going slow was because he wasn't sure if he could last and fuck, that got into your head. Birds are little teasers and you were no different so you clenched around him. His length half pushed in and felt your pulsing cunt wrapping itself tighter around him.

His eyes fall open as he lets out a grunt of surprise and pleasure, “Fuck.” His icy eyes glare at you, “Don't.” Your pussy only clenched further in reply and his hold gets harder, pressing your hand into the mattress as he sank in completely without a warning. “Ah!” You let out in surprise, the stretch painfully perfect.

“Take it,” he whispered to you, his lip biting your earlobe before he dragged his mouth to the pulse of your neck to mark you up properly as his property. His hips now beginning to move, calculated and controlled just like every other action of Snow. Every thrust hits your g-spot relentlessly, making you gasp and moan, back arching in pleasure.

“Gentlemen make their women cum but you're not a woman. You're my property but I am merciful so cum. Cum on my cock untouched, my bird.” He groans into your ear as his pace gets faster, a tad bit of desperation creeping in as his hips slam into you without a care. You could only moan in reply, truth is you didn't need to be touched to cum. His cock, his skin against yours, his mouth sucking your neck, and placing love bites were enough. More than so.

The heat was already forming in your stomach, waiting to be released and spread all over your body. The final push hadn't come long after. As you and Snow shared a filthy open-mouthed kiss, he had thrust so hard and deep, a small bulge had formed, your cervix being kissed with his cockhead.

You cry his name and your pussy comes on his cock, milking his length with repeated squeezes. “That's it, my bird,” he praises as he continues to abuse your cunt with his dick. Your nerves are oversensitive making you whimper and teary-eyed. He found his release with a whimper, his hot cum filling your womb. He pulled out with a small gasp and you wanted him again.

His hand ran through his hair, pushing the sweaty strands up. “First lady of Panem,” he stated, looking at you and then your body, his cum falling out of your cunt.

“First Lady…” you whispered, in disbelief and for whatever may come in the future.