#will leabe u with that one

[firstofficerkittycat]

. honestly sherlock was so funny every one now thinks ists so cool to hate on shserlock WELL ITS NOT i want them to make a newe season of aherlock where sgerlock just fukigng snaps just goes supersaying and turns int o the jaker and creatues a technology that bring his mind palace into the reality world and destroys the world with his mind pussy and then dies. thanos is there too

[rinnstars]

ohmygoddd wanna write rin familiar au….

[rosylix]

i read rosy on ao3 and let me tell you. i started actually heaving for air idk whats wrong w me but liek BROOOOOO oh mu GOD that was so good LIK WWWAAAAAA . Sorry im normal. im,. AAAAAAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! amazing 10/10 please write a part two where felix sucks a hickey onto the reader u cant leabe me hanging like this </33333

LJAHDICJAJDJDIQN8R2UI2S?!(%*@?? anon i love you. these kind of comments make me go AAAAHD bc i can rly feel ur emotions and wow you really liked it that much? like omgjdh. i am so incredibly flattered fr 🫶

yes ok i already was kinda wanting to continue it bc i have to see the friends to lovers pipeline through 🫡 i had already kinda started a pt 2 before posting rosy but i was like what if no one reads it 😭 but if yall want me to, i will !!

thank u SO much for the ask and such high praise like omnfijamdjajd be careful or i might do something drastic and get on one knee 💍💍

[mr-magoriums-im-sorry-emporium]

can you expand on your view of turning trauma and neurodivergence into personality traits? i’ve never really thought of that

i was mainly talking abt one specific friend i have (er, had) who would every sentence mebtion some horrid thing that happened to hom. literally couldnt go a single concersafion w/o a lonf explanation about how whateber we were talking abt reminded hin of jail or his shitty family or whatever. and when i told hkm to stop doinf that, he totallt split on me and wailed abf how trauma is the onlt personality trair he HAS bexause his life has never been good. which.... i was actively being abused and i still didnt talk abt ir every ofher sentence. so. he admitted to trauma being a main persibality trait

as for neurosivergence, u see fhis a LOT on tiktok, peimarily w things like adhd and autism, whixh have a lot of symptoms. you make your platform on, say, adhd and now youre dependent on that platform. u HAVW to keep making adhd content so u relate every little minute thing to adhd. also ppl who identify so hard w their NDness that they headcanon every character they see w it, and that itself is fine.. UNTIL thye start basgerinf people without the headcanob. for some reason in the drr fandom this is done by autistic peoole. idk why bur cmon man. also only being friends w other neurodivergent people, except by neurodivergence they mean adhd and autism and bpd but only if its cute ans MAYBE ptsd, so when they meet ppl outside rhar box, they try to shove rjem in it by armchair diagnosinf them wirh one of The Good Ones. for example an autisrig guy meets someone wirh aspd ans tries to smash them into his worlsview that Somekne Nice CANT Have ASPD, theyre just awwtiastic!!! not ro mention this leabes ojr modeeaate ro hfofh support need autiatics

if this js incoherwnr in sorey ita misnigbt. if u send anothwr ask asmijg me to elxborare ill b a bit more awake

[fr3akinthecorner]

dear lord pls make menswear unattractive at my new school it's brian your new friend it's not a new school u just got suspended oh hahaha... awkward... is menswear attractive? yes! god! im gonna kill u! why? bc my momma hates jeeps! ok so don't call shirogane please are you guys nervous about something? perhaps feeling guilty? i love u will ubplease just come and makeout with me? ok sure but hurry up dude i have to find a dress to wear why? bc this guy named brian i forgot to call him oh ok so ur in trouble with ur bf? who is also named brian? and ur plan is to wear a dress? yes ok so ur new personality is so fucking sexy and trust me u are high enough! ok good i was worried about being too sober that's it? pretty much my dude did u just call me daddy?? no? i said dude ok u know what we are fuxking ok u know what i'm just gonna wear this and go to class u don't want ro duxk? no i don't why? im lazy ok! so that is not the answer! it's a different reason! it's not feminism right? no its not! ok good ur not a feminist? no i don't have opinions on genders ok so that's weird yea it is have u seen veronica? whose that? my bff i need to ask her something ok so ur trying to get out of fuxkinf? yes i am ok so we can't duck? no we can't sorry why aren't u fixing my typos? well... bc i didn't like their words ok so u don't like the word fuxk? it's ok ok so u don't need to be this sexy i am fuckinf u right now i promise this is awkward bx i'm at school in public aren't u a porn star? yes i guess do u care? yes i care why? it's stupid ok irs keeho send it now sorry my dad is calling me which one? keeho ok so ur dad is keeho ans he doesn't want us to tak anymore bur ue still talking to me? yea i miss u u don't even know me do u like tekken yea it's alright omf let me fuck her!! the skateboarders? yea they said they're good i think ok so u still want to talk? aorr of ok leabe ok no u can't! irs his friend brian omg hi brian irs keejo u need to go to fuckinf school ok so ik gonna leave for yea um that place ok cool ride out

[seongclb]

not some rando anon asking for a face reveal 😭😭😭 like you’re gonna turn on anon and expect my girl kat to show you hee face? a minor at that?? 🤨 you’ve got to be joking - and if you’re not I’ll fight you 😤😤😤 not me acting like a protective mum when I’m only two years older than you 🤧

that aside, how are you?? 😇 and random question but who is your bias wrecker?? 😵‍💫 i’ve been an ot7 stan all my engene life bc its so hard to choose a bias so I have no idea how ppl stay loyal to one member 😭😭

— 🌅

istg this isn’t the first time too DHJSHSJS LEABE ME ALONEEEEE

AWWW YOIRE OKDER THAN ME ??? thats so cute lowkey ur like an older sis <3

i’m goodddd ! was a bit unproductive today bc i felt a bit downn but rn thankfully i’m okay :) how are you lovie ? give lots of details 🤧 i like it

i have two bias wreckers actually.. heejake 🤞 i was actually a heehooner when i first watched iland! then when jay wrote the letters, i knew he would be my ult cos of how similar that part was to me, if you get what i mean! flicker jake has my heart too that ep was so 💗

i fully get what u mean though, finding a bias is soooo hard

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[angstintensifer]

I’m going to vent about Monster High, again.

I’m rewatching boo York boo York bc yes

Mostly bc I’m planning on writing an aftermath fic for Cleo (bc she’s my fav)

Let me tell U my problem is with this.

Why was no one there for Cleo?

WHY

The ghouls had heard about her breakup and her plan to promise herself TO A STRANGER?!

And they just

Leave her alone and be kinda unbothered. Like no “hey are you okay?” Or “we’re here for you”

NOTHING! They abandoned her and went straight to catty! Like-

Bruh they could at least put in some effort and even to make the plot still work out, Nefera would have shooed them way bc of her own plan so

WHY DID THEY LEABE HER ALONE! She was not okay and she was being manipulated. And they didn’t even talk to her once.

Bye I’m a bit pissed vent over

[hufflautia]

“we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” and/or “would you just shut up and kiss me already”

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only.

Hufflepuff watched as Slytherin shut the door behind them. He's mad, she thought, suppressing a smirk. This is gonna be a long night.

Slytherin walked over to where Hufflepuff was sitting. She mindlessly drummed her nails against the wooden table, not bothering to meet his gaze. She knew his eyes were on her. They always were.

"Why did you bring me to your room," Hufflepuff sighed. "We're missing the reunion."

Slytherin ignored her question. "What kind of bullshit was that?"

She tilted her head, feigning an innocent look. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I just told Gryffindor that you and I are friends."

He leaned in with his hands resting against the arms of the chair, trapping her in. His hot breath kissed her cheek as he spoke.

"We're not just friends and you fucking know it."

When they had made the mutual decision to have sex with no strings attached a couple of months ago, Hufflepuff was fine with it. But there was an instance where she had waken up earlier than he did and her eyes were drawn to the way soft puffs of air left his lips. And then she began laughing at his jokes more. More than once, her heart raced uncomfortably fast at the feeling of his lips dragging torturously slow over her bare skin. She brushed this off and reasoned that other people would have a similar reaction. But it got to the point where she laid in bed at night with the sweet lull of sleep nowhere to be found, for she could not stop thinking about him. It was then that she knew she had done the exact thing she had forbade herself to do. She had fallen in love with Slytherin Lestrange.

Slytherin never seemed to realize. He couldn't even notice the difference in the way she kissed him or the fact that her eyes clung to him when he laughed or flashed one of his signature smirks that she had initially found to be annoying; she now considered it to be one of his most endearing qualities.

But now Hufflepuff was fed up. It was annoying to love a guy who was totally oblivious. So when Slytherin brought her to his room at the hotel they were staying at for the class reunion, she was gonna make it hurt. She wanted him to feel how frustrating it was to be with someone who was clueless.

"Friends with benefits, maybe." Her tone was icy. "But nothing more than that."

An unreadable expression washed over his face and Hufflepuff furrowed her eyebrows. What was that?

"Okay," he said slowly. "Then why didn't you say that?"

"Are you kidding me?" She sat up in her chair. Their faces were inches apart. "Did you really want me to tell Gryffindor that we're fucking?"

He smirked.

"If it'll let him know that you're mine."

The word sent a searing hot sensation through her body, the heat between her legs becoming harder to ignore. But she refused to let him have the satisfaction of knowing the effect he had on her.

"Why are you so pressed about this anyway," she said, changing the subject. "It's only Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor," he growled, the tenor of his voice making her uncomfortably needy. "You mean the guy who's been trying to make a move on you since fifth year?"

"That was years ago," she exhaled before she stood and walked towards the window. She gazed upon the view. "This is our class reunion. He's probably gotten over his little crush by now." Hufflepuff ignored Slytherin as he walked up behind her. His torso pressed against her back.

"He definitely didn't," he glowered, "and we both know it."

A teasing smile pulled at her lips. "Good for me, I guess. Maybe I'll pay him a little visit later tonight."

Hufflepuff had to bite back a laugh when she felt him tense up - it was so easy to rile him up sometimes. Her smile faded when he slipped his hands around her hips.

"I'll ignore what happened with Gryffindor," he said coolly, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. His hands slid under her dress, and Hufflepuff hitched her breath as they slowly traveled towards her cunt, leaving a touch of fire. The air in her lungs seemed to disappear at his next words.

"Because he's not the one fucking you senseless every day."

Her resolve began to crumble as his hands skimmed along her inner thighs, coming dangerously close to her clothed clit.

"He's not the one whose name you cry out at night," he continued. "He doesn't know how to touch you, where to touch you. He doesn't know how to make you scream." Hufflepuff gasped when his thumb met her clit. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he made slow circular motions over the bud, giving her the pleasure she craved. His erection pressed against her back as she whimpered and mewled under his touch.

A whine escaped her throat when he suddenly drew his hand away. Confused, she opened her eyes and turned. His hands were still on her hips as he watched her, a smirk on his face.

"Gryffindor," he drawled with dark eyes, "isn't the one who memorized every curve of your body. He's not the one leaving you begging for more. He doesn't know how good your tight cunt feels around—"

"But you do," Hufflepuff breathed. "It's you who knows how to make me feel good." The corner of his lips lifted smugly. Her cheeks were flushed as she gazed up at him. "Now would you just shut up and kiss me already?"

Slytherin stepped closer until their chests touched, their breaths meeting each other in the middle.

"Admit we're more than friends," he murmured, "and I'll do more than just kiss you."

~

I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN SOMETHING THAT SMUTTY BEFORE OH MY GOSH I CANT COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I LAUGHED BC SOMETIMES I LAUGH WHEN IM NERVOUS. is it bad that i listened to Call Me By Your Name while writing the ending:'). i actually have written something smuttier when i was drafting this fic for someone who requested sly and huff's first time. i havent finished but that's 10x more smutty than this.

This had more angst than I expected lmao I would've continued writing but this fic is long enough already and I also liked how it ended. But if I HAD continued, I would've addressed the angst situation and continued the story with something like this:

A somber expression washed over Hufflepuff's face, and she looked away. Slytherin furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting this reaction. He gingerly touched her hand.

"What do you want me to say, Slytherin?" she murmured, keeping her gaze on the floor. [would've written something that flows well to the next paragraph and insinuates that Hufflepuff is like "what are we to you?"

He didn't respond immediately, [would've written something that signifies his confusion, like he didnt understand what she was asking but then he does]

"I..." [would've written more dialogue but I don't have any ideas rn. i was about to realllyyyy think about this and then i stopped myself and was like jess stop it this isnt an official part 2, just wing it, ur getting way too ahead of urself]

-something happens where sly says you like me and huff is like ???? HOW. DO U KNOW. and then sly brings up this time when huff kissed him softly and she gets defensive-

"You kissed me back!" she retorts.

"I did," he said coolly.

She blinks, making the connection.

"You did," she repeats.

^basically insinuates that yes,he kissed her back, so he lieks her too and huff just realized that (via the "you did") and then i wouldve thought of a way to transition that and make it fluffy and then they fuck but i leabe the ending ambiguous like how i had left the original story. also i kinda hinted that sly liked her too by including this line: "An unreadable expression washed over his face and Hufflepuff furrowed her eyebrows. What was that?"

And that's the end, folks! Hope you enjoyeeed

[cloudystevie]

Of course we can honey and daddy has seen that movie it is pretty funny so I don't mind watching it one bit. And oh pup you knew daddy was going to make the popcorn himself anyways - ransom

heheheheh okieokie😚😚😚😚😚 yes u better have because bed toooooo comfy to leab hehehehehhe

[nicogayngelo]

alright kids this is gonna be long so we’re going under a read more:

i’ve spent nearly a decade on this site, so this is a collection of people from the VERY START OF MY TUMBLR LIFE to most recent. we all know this is a hellsite, but i cannot explain how many genuine friendships i have made and how thankful i am for everyone. to everyone who have stuck w/ me from my fandom days to my one dee days, i love you all with my entire heart. 

special shout outs (in no particular order): 

@lovedpants: leab! you are such a gem. i love your passion for your friends, your girlfriend, and life as a whole. your typos rival mine (which is impressive). you are so supportive and make me feel so warm and i am thankful to be carrying you as one of my close friends into this new year/decade. thank you for your joy in life. 

@blakebellafuckingdonna: kara. you are one of my oldest tumblr friends. you have seen me grow into who i am and i have loved having you as a friend and watching you grow as well. im so proud of where you are, and will continue being an annoying cheerleader on twitter in everything you do. i cannot wait to see where your writing takes you and you can bet your ass i will be one of the first to buy copies. 

@ginnyweaslays: caitlin caitlin caitlin! you are also one of my oldest tumblr friends. your heart is something i’ve admired since the beginning of our friendship as well as your kindness. you make me feel warm as a friend and i love you so much. you are the reason izzy and i are dating (seriously) and for that, as well as your continuous friendship, i cannot thank you enough. you have the most beautiful heart, inside and out. 

@alwaysxyou: miss maggie! when i say i feel like we got on from the bat, i mean it. i feel like i can go to you for anything and you’d be like “i know what you mean completely” and thats fucking beautiful. i feel so grateful to have you (and the rest of midwest gays) in my life. your passion and love in life is so beautiful and you deserve all the good things in life. thank you (and megan) for accepting me into your life and i cannot wait for tequlia and taylor swift and dancing and all good things in 2020. 

@polithicc: ana! my darling. i am so glad izzy brought you into my life. you are one of the funniest people i’ve ever met. your dedication makes me want to be a better person. youre one of the best friends ive ever met and you know you always have a place at our house. your typos and crying selfies get me through the day and i want to give you all the hugs always. thank you for being one of my favorite people and i cannot see where this next decade takes you because you are going so so so far and going to do such amazing things. 

@littlelouies: mISS MEGAN! you make my heart feel so warm. you have one of the most beautiful souls ive ever met. i love your kindness and how f u n n y you are. you (and maggie) accepting me into your life means so much to me and i constantly feel surrounded by love in the midwest gays chat. i cherish our friendship more than you know. you deserve the world and i cannotcannot wait to meet you and mr morris and maggie this upcoming year! 

@dimpledgucci: samm. thank you for accepting me into mario karts sdfdhsgf. i love you so much and want nothing but the best for you. im speaking it into existence - we’re gonna do disneyland together and new orleans together soon.  but honestly, your love of animals is so beautiful and i think you are one of the funniest people and have a big heart to match. you are wonderful and i am grateful to have become your friend. 

@kkazbreker: mandy mandy mandy. probably my second oldest tumblr friend. you and i didn’t call each other soulmates for no reason - you just get me. i know i can go to you after any amount of time and you’ll be there, cheering me on, and the same goes the other way. you have grown so much since i’ve first met you and im so so grateful to have been your friend along the journey. and i cannot wait to hold your first book in my hand, crying over how you did it. i love you so much and cannot wait to carry our friendship to the new decade. 

@herravenboys: megha! my dear heart. i also love you so much and am sO proud of everything you’ve accomplished since we’ve become friends. i love your heart and dedication. you make me so proud to be your friend. and i love that you (like mandy) are someone i know i can always go to, no matter the time in between everything, and vice versa. you have such a sweet soul and i cannot wait to cheer you on through med school and watch you continue to flourish in the new decade. 

@xoziva: liv! you are one of the sweetest people i’ve met. thank you for accepting me into mario kart and your friend group. i am so excited to see where this new decade takes you and cannot wait to be cheering you along the way. thank you for always checking in on me/sending me happy things when im down - youre such a sweetheart and i want to give you the biggest hug always. i love you so much. 

@thesparklemoji: liz! you and i are one and the same. i love that we started talking and just havent shut the fuck up. you are so warm, so kind, and so encouraging in everything i do and i cant thank you enough for that. your endless love is so inspiring and i cant thank you enough for your friendship. i love YOU! so MUCH.

 @wallsvinyl: miss sherri wine! your soul? is so beautiful? i love you with my whole heart and am SO GLAD YOU GOT TO MEET LOUIS THIS YEAR BC YOU DESERVED IT. i love how excited you get for things and your support of your friends and loved ones. you warm my heart every time and you, truly, deserve nothing short of the world. thank you for being so fucking great and nice and accepting izzy and i into your life. 

@jimmytfallon: kelli! you are hilarious, sweet, and so kind. you deserve the best upcoming year and i cant wait to watch you thrive. you have such a good energy about you and i always smile when i see you on any of my social medias. i cant wait to (hopefully) run around disneyland with you and the rest of the gang. 

@28lesbian: my sunshine, the love of my life, my future wife. you have been a bright spot in this decade. you are my soulmate. you support me in all my crazy ideas, surround me with so much love, and continue to push me to be the best person i can be. you are the best cat mom, my best friend, and my favorite person. i cant wait to spend this next decade dancing in the kitchen with you, going on long drives together, and loving each other. thank you thank you thank you. 

my follow forevers (mutuals bolded):

@ananbeth // @anchortied // @aphrodettes // @barneslwt // @czernys // @cznerdy // @danasscully // @definegirlfriends // @droo216 // @dylanatsaralee // @endlesslovsrs // @fireprooof // @flicker-album // @fl0ral-gh0st // @floweredhalo // @ginnyweeaslxy // @girlalmighty // @girlalmightys // @goldenkissy // @harryisapackersfan // @harryjamcs // @harryspdf // @honeyedyke // @hs2live // @ishipmutualrespect // @kow // @larentslarrie // @lightssup // @lordesribs // @lovedangel // @lt-28 // @microlouis // @moonlightlouie // @niallstardust // @nikkibelikov // @organicstunts // @paris-geller // @parislarry // @pridesobright // @punklouie // @reneeswalkers // @ronaldswheezy // @rosegoldeyelids // @sapphicau // @shehearsadifferentdrummer // @spiky-lesbian // @softcoeurs // @summrfeeling // @tenderpotter // @tennantsangels // @themagicswithin // @themedusacascade​ // @virgoisms // @wallsxlouie // @wallywvst 

[meggz0rz]

Ok thank you? I don't know who you are but...I'll miss the sweet scent of your perfume..?

I DON'T UNDERSTAND, TELL ME WHAT I DID, WE CAN WORK THIS OUT, STELLAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

No honestly, it's fine, I just...you do know you left it on anon, right?

For the life of me, I adore critical reviews. Like, I LOVE them. But this one? This mysterious little footnote? This one made me gigglesnort.

Thank you whoever you are for the well wishes (and the apology) but really it's not necessary for you to tell me you're donezo. Or necessary to tell any author, I'd say, unless there's a big reason you think the author should really really know and take into account.

Not really for my sake (honestly, roast me, tell me it's the worst writing ever, that's my kink) but for the sake of younger, more sensitive authors. A comment like this to middle school Megg might have caused me to delete the whole fic and stop writing for years and years (oh wait, FUN STORY, that DID happen to me, and yes, was it a silly thing for me to get so sensitive about? Hell yeah. But did I still delete half a dozen stories from the Internet and swear I was a shit writer and that I would never bore someone with my dullness ever again? Also hell yeah)

TL,DR; when u wanna do a leab, just leab, no announce bc is not needed

[red-tintedglasses]

Flirting During Life-Saving Surgery 101

(TW for: general TW, masochism (implied), flirty murder, surgery)

Chapter 7/?

A large, clean-cut house is their destination. Jimmy leans his head against the headrest with a sigh. Usually, he would rather die than see Madeline, but this time, it's a life-or-death where the death isn't particularly glamorous or eye-catching. And who would want to die like that? He opens the car door and gets out and lurches towards the hard pavement. He stretches out his arms to balance himself, and he starts swaying, vomit rising in his mouth.

"Je$u$ chr*st..." Gregg slams the car door on his way out and leans Jimmy on his shoulder. "How the fuck did you even survive this long!?"

“I was doing just fine! I don't need your help!" Jimmy uses Gregg as his human crutch as they hobble to the front door. 

Jimmy raps on the metal, missing a few times. Then again, fist hitting nothing but air. And now Gregg pounds his fist on the door. It swings open and a small, 15 year old opens the door. She has her black hair up in a pony tail with two strands left in the front, like shes always prepared to be looking down at a mess of human gore. Madeline looks down at Jimmy’s leg and she moves aside to let them enter. “When did that happen?” she asks. Jimmy hums. “Maybe an hour ago?”

Madelime rolls her eyes and she leads them inside, to the tiled kitchen. "Please sit down on the dining chairs. I'll bring my medical kit shortly." She leabes the kitchen and disappears around the corner.

Gregg guides Jimmy to the chair and sits him down which Jimmy does with a loud, relieved sigh. Gregg leans on the counter as they wait.

Bzzt.

Gregg ignores the phone's vibrating.

Bzzt.

Gregg moves off the counter, the vibration reverbing throughout the room.

Bzzt.

Jimmy doesn't seem to notice his phone buzzing with message after message.

"Jimmy," Gregg spits out through gritted teeth. "Your phone has been vibrating non-stop. Fix it before I fucking crush it."

“I didn’t notice, being shot in the leg is kind of more important don’t you think?” Jimmy sighs. He takes his phone out to find new messages from a contact freshly saved as Cyrus (tall killer ♡).

>Did you die? 

>I mean you wont respond if you are dead >But i wouldnt know if you were dead or just not a texter! @_@

>are you still bleeding? 

>if you still are at this point thats actually kinda embarrasing >:/

>ok your iced coffee thing from that cafe is okay

> …

>no its bad im sorry >~<

>that was mean i apologize :(

>ok im definitely rambling 

>ugghhhhh sorry 

>ARE you dead tho 

>if you arent then text me 

>or not if you dont want to 

>if you are dead then like 

>uhhhhhhhh 

>fuck i dont know

>Ouija me ig

Jimmy blinks in surprise at the long, rambly string of texts.

<bury me with my garfield collection 

>oh nooooooo!!!!!!

>cant believe you diiiiied!!!!

>...:?

>collection of what tho

>like books or toys 

>what about your worms?

>WAIT WAIT sorry uh 

>are you still dying and being shot at

<nah i shot the cop, he was like right next to us and killed him and shit

<hes so dead and not alive

Jimmy doesn’t bother telling them how badly he had fumbled the bag, or in this case, gun.

>what thats it? 

>well thats no fun >:/

>expected more from Star Glasses Jimmy >wait wait omg! 

>so theres this girl right and she got 

>well lets just say she got punished >;) 

(Somewhere in the distance, Cyrus cringes at the winky face they sent) 

>and now shes all broken and shaking and had a panic attack

>all because of havng a bit of fun with her! >:/

>sorry rambling again 

>most people dont find the human psyche as interesting as i do

<mc fucking excuse me? 

<tell me more about this girl 

<is she alright? 

<and dont worry about rambling, im a fucking hot mess also.

>no she is not! :D 

>and dont worry abt her being okay, she can do her job just fine! 

>ooo you want to heat my silly rants about the mind and atuff? 

>yay! >w<

Jimmy smiles at the emoticon.

>okay, so

One long rant about hypervigilance and heart rates later, Jimmy understands nothing.

 >and next time you see a cop, we can meet up and put that pig through some hellish torture!! >:) I have many ideas for convienent torture methods as well! 

>Much more fun than a plain old panic attack like that girl decided to do, hehehe

>that is, if you dont get shot again •-•

<well hey give me the benefit of the doubt, i was bleeding out and the car was moving. 

<damn, you really fucked up that girl didn’t you?

>i did fuck her up! It was really fun too! 

>I got punched by her though :( 

>but it was worth it! 

>:?....

>i hope your text was meant to sound proud of me!

>if not then your not as fun as i thought youd be~ >:3

>and here i was, offering to show you Cyrus's Convienient Torture Hacks for Instant Euphoria!

<darling 

<have you seen my murders, id say im the opposite of fun ;)

>no, i havent seen your murders :(... 

>but judging by your tone i can safely say >that i'd love to watch you go to flesh-ripping town on some victims 

>we have very similar definitions of fun, >Darling ;)

>Look up ‘the artist chicago' if you like blood baths~

>bluh

>why bother with googling? Theyll just be censored, at best just blurred 

>the public are a bunch of pussies! Like its just a bit of guts and blood! Ò_Ó

>and cmon, i could just whip up my own blood bath! 

>bet i could do better than you >:)

Gregg is reading over Jimmy's shoulder. He rolls his eyes with an infuriated sigh.

<gregg stop reading over my shoulder, i can see you dumbass 

<mr. Can’t Even Get the Cops off His Ass

<anyway, CYRUS you could never beat my murders darling

>id love to see you tryyy~

>who is gregg :?

>anyway 

>call me darling again and maybe I'll try harder,

>Sweetheart! hehehe…

Gregg groans out, "Oh my fucking god, Jimmy. What did I just tell you about oversharing?" He means it rhetorically only because he knows Jimmy forgot already.

“Why do you care so much, anyway? You're no fun…” Jimmy pouts. 

<gregg is just the guy who like saved my ass

<but hes so boring and hes yelling at me 

He sees the last text Cyrus sent

<call me sweetheart and i’ll rip out your eye balls and feed it to your neighbors dog

>0_0

Jimmy corrects himself

<darling ;)

>0o0

>well what would you prefer? 

>Sweetie? 

>Sunshine? 

>^^you called me that at one point i think

>perhaps even Darling! 

>Kitten? 

Jimmy holds down a giggle.

>But i am intrigued in seeing you again, even if you will rip out my eyeballs right after

>sweetheart

>sweetie

>sunshine

>want me to go on?

Madeline comes back with a red duffel bag. She kneels in front of Jimmy and begins cleaning the wound.

<if you call me kitten, i will torture you in ways you could never even think of, honey ;)

<i am also 'intrigued' to see you again, maybe when my leg isnt bleeding out? 

<you never know, you might even find my address and just show up 

<i do that alot! The shock value is unmatched

>why not make it a fun game of leaving behind breadcrumbs and leaving me to pick them up and investigate them, huh?

>drag me around on a chain of red tape until i finally win? 

>lets see if you can make good on your winky-faced threats, kitten

(In their apartment, Cyrus is currently burying their face into a pillow and grinning like an idio).

<i hope you dont use your eyeballs much, love ;) 

<but im more into real bloodbaths and not boring old investigations

<if it makes you happy, i can add a couple of extra special hearts in my crime scenes for you~

>youll dedicate some of your bloodbaths to me? :0 

>thats not as scary as your trying to make it sound :)

>i do take it back though! Youre very fun. As a killer. 

>and im fun! As a torturer! 

>we should show each other the ropes sometimes

>and i mean that genuinely, kitten~ ;) 

>^^see that? Triple threat. Tilde, winky face, and calling you kitten

>try and beat that >:)!

>(i am being genuine tho)

Madeline starts removing the bullet with a pair of tweezers, her hand as steady as a senior surgeons. Jimmy winces in pain.

<im better at delivering my threats than giving them, darling, no matter now many winky faces i have

<and who said it was supposed to be scary? <i think theres a better use to your body when its dead

<your intestines could be some pretty nice party streamers, my ray of sunshine ;)

>anything for you sweetheart! 

(Cyrus whimpers, flustered and pleasantly shocked by Jimmy's 'threats'). 

>bet i could show you how great it feels to feel somebody writhe and scream and cry as you inflict agonizing pain upon them! 

>you can show me a thing or two as well, kitten 

>if you do then you can do whatever you please with my intestines. 

>just make sure im alive and aware for it :)

>Wouldn't mind my organs being taken if it was you~ ;)

Gregg sighs. "Oh my god, stop fucking flirting. Even Madeline can tell you want this guy in your pants, and she's dealing with the sinkhole in your leg!"

Jimmy’s face goes through the five stages of grief. “Gregg, please don't bring me into this,” Madeline says, not looking up from her work. “Oh, come on!" He huffs. "We'ree not /flirting/, that's how I /always/ talk!” He beams at Gregg innocently.

"Either way, /they're/ flirting with /you/. A lot. They literally want you to take their guts out. And /watch/ you do it." Gregg sighs and looks away from Jimmy's phone. "Can't fucking deal with this anymore..." he grumbles. However he clearly decides to continue dealing with it, because he doesn't move from his optimal phone-seeking position.

“I can't blame them! Did you see my gut dress? I'm practically an expert in that by now!” Jimmy laughs.

"God, no. I dont want to see whatever paraphilia this is in action while you two flirt like there's no tomorrow." 

Cyrus continues texting. 

>i am being serious about the delights of torture! >w<

>invite me the next time you get that itch in your brain for a good bloody hunt. >:)

Jimmy grins and Gregg groans again.

>i think i can make the euphoria last longer, kitten, in ways you cant imagine

>just like your fun little plans for me~

“But /Gregg/," he moves his head to wink at Gregg. "there /could/ be no tomorrow!” Madeline places the still dripping bullet onto a towel, which she wraps up and puts into a paper bag. She takes a needle and threads to sew up the wound with. “Jimmy, they are really flirting with you,” She comments before she starts.

"Yeah, exactly!" Gregg huffa. "And /she/ can't even see the fucking screen! And I /would/ say you're flirting back, too, if you werent such a hot mess of flambuoyancy! I cant even tell when you mean the things you say!"

“I am /not/ a hot mess of flambuoyancy!” He turns off his phone. Madeline cuts the final thread and admires her finished handiwork. She remains silent and watches the argument play out.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just dont fucking meet up with that guy, okay? For all we know, they're going to plunge a knife 8 inches deep into you!"

Jimmy goes silent and swings his legs on the chair.  “So… bad news. Its a little late for that!”

Gregg slams his palm against the back of the chair. Then he paces in a tight circle, once. Then he yells loudly into the ceiling. 

"C'mon Gregg, I already /told/ you how I met them!'

"Well, fuck me! You wanna be cremated or buried, Jimmy?"

“Why are you so worried!” Jimmy yells back

"Because even if it hasn't been hammered into /your/ thick skull, I know that /outsiders/ can't be trusted! Especially when they want you to vivisect them!" That last bit isn't actual proof, it just irks him.

“I'm sure they weren’t serious about it!” He’s pretty sure they are serious about it.

"God, you're a fucking idiot." He pinches his forehead like he's having a migraine. He can feel one coming on already. "How much longer 'til he's done, Madeline?"

“Oh, I've been done for a while now,” she says from across the room making tea. She had gotten bored of the arguing. "Tea, Gregg?" Gregg looks down where he last saw her. Then up at where she is now. "Oh. Uh. Sure. Jimmy?"

Jimmy giggles knowingly. “I'm good, but thanks, Madeline!"

Gregg makes his way over to Madeline. "I'll take some." She gets out two tea cups and pours in the deep brown liquid. “Do you want sugar or cream?”

"None. I take it straight." No he does not. Gregg is a coffee person and has never tried tea. •But how different can it be?• He grasps the cup like it's a mug. "Look, Jimmy," he takes a sip and turns to Jimmy. "Just stop flirting with them. Or at least don't let them entertain the notion that you'll go on some passionate killing spree for them."

“But I would go on a mass killing spree for them?” Jimmy looks confused. "I already promised!" 

Madeline grabs her cup of tea and pretty much fades into the background.

"Yeah, sure, okay! But don't!" Gregg takes another sip and grimaces from the taste. "See this look on my fucking face?" He points a finger at myself. That's because this whole thing with this Cyrus character reeks of backstabbing!"

“But why not? Murder sprees are fun!” He says offended “And you should meet Cyrus! They are a perfectly fine person!”

"Uh-huh, yeah" he slowly puts down the teacup and tries to lick the taste off from inside his mouth. "Go and murder, whatever. Just not for /them/. And I don't want that fucker's grubby paws in my life the same way they've got you sending winky faces and pet names and flirty threats every other text."

"Gregg." Madelike pipes up.

“/What/, Madeline?" He snaps, frustrated. 

"How does your tea taste?"

"Uh.." Gregg looks down at his tea. "Like shit." He grabs the counter, suddenly unbalanced.

"Please be more specific."

"It stings and has an aftertaste."

Madeline sighs. "Thank you. The solution is meant to be tasteless." She takes out a small cup of lightly-greened fluid. “Please drink this.”

"Uhh..." he squint and reaches for it. He misses the first time, and at the second try he grabs hold. He ingests the antidote. "What... was that?" He asks.

“A poison I'm working on. It still needs some work."

Now recovering, Gregg glares at Madeline. "You poisoned this and didn't tell me?"

“Yes, my apologies.” She has always spoken like she was before her time. “Don’t worry, it wouldn't have killed you, especially if you were my victim and you tasted it and understood your drink had been tampered with.” Gregg sighs and rolls his eyes. "Dammit, Madeline, you could have just asked!" He looks back at Jimmy. "Did you know she was going to do that?"

“She does that sometimes~" Jimmy smiles and shrugs.

"You should've poisoned Jimmy instead. It would knock some sense into him." Gregg huffs and goes back to leaning on Jimmy's chair. "And him being passed out on the floor would save us the misery of hearing some more shit flirting."

“If he asked for tea, it would have been him," Madeline says in an attempt to be comforting.

Gregg scoffs. "If we get him sober, maybe the collective hangover can kill him." He looks at Madeline. "Do you have coffee? Without poison." “I don’t think I've ever seen Jimmy sober. It /could/ kill him.” She prepares a cup of coffee and waits beside the coffee maker.

"That guy you were talking to would probably be digging medical instruments into you if they wanted." He says to Jimmy, continuing their argument. "Considering how excited they got over some traumatized girl."

“Well everyone has their quirks! And it was interesting! Even if I didn't really understand it…” He mumbles in Cyrus's defense.

"I think wanting to have their organs used as party streamers and traumatizing a little girl with practically /no/ violence goes well beyond a quirk! And- god, why do i bother?" He asks Madeline, "Can we leave now, or are there /more/ poisons you want to try on me?" He drawls  sarcastically.

“You can leave," she gives Gregg a disposable cup of black coffee. She leads them to the front door.

"Call me if you start coughing up blood," she deadpans her joke. "Or if Jimmy sobers up.'

“Thanks Madeline.” Jimmys says while Gregg rolls his eyes.

They walk to the car as Madeline retreats back into the house.

"I'll drop you off. I can go home, /finally/. Unless you want to do something /else/ stupid and get shot again? Cyrus was right about that, at least."

“Me being shot was not a part of the plan! And stop bringing Cyrus up. They're nice and you're just being paranoid.”

"Yeah, yeah. I drive, you give directions. And tell that prick on your phone to tear out their /own/ intestines! And die! In the middle of bumfuck nowhere!" He opens the driver's side and gets in.

“Why do you hate them so much? Jimmy continues the moment he gets in the car. “Are you jealous?” He giggles.

"I am old enough to be your father. The only thing I could be jealous of is a corpse so I wouldn't have to listen to you and Cyrus fawn over each other." Gregg starts the car. "The fact that youre all-too trusting of them gives me a horrible feeling that you'll fuck the Crows over."

“Gregg, why would I do that? The crows where the only people who treated me normal! They saved my fucking life!” Jimmy exclaims, now serious.

"I'm not saying you'll do it intentionally! Just for the love of God, keep your damn wits around you! You've never interacted with outsiders unless you were about to kill, so just try to /not/ share club secrets with strangers!" Gregg starts driving, heading towards town.

“Yeah, whatever.” Jimmy ignores him and stares out the window.

"Jimmy."

"Hmph."

"Don't do that. What are you, fucking nine years old?"

"I'm not talking to you."

"You can't be mad at me! I'm looking out for the Crows! And so should /you/, by not revealing our entire foundation a guy you picked off the streets!"

Jimmy rolls his eyes. "I won't, Gregg, geez!"

"You /just/ were! What if they're reporting yoi to the cops because you confessed to beimg The Artist, huh? And they track down your messages to your precise location? What, then?"

"That won't happen!" Jimmy sighs, a dreamy smile plasteres on his face. "Cyrus is a very nice person. They sais I'm 'intriguing'!"

"God, fucking-" Gregg scoffs. "Fine."

Jimmy swerves around to face him, hands clasped over his mouth and stars in his eyes. "Really?"

"...Yes?"

"Thanks, darling! Now I can do whatecer I want without any conseauemces."

"Uh-huh, sure."

"Did Madeline poisom your coffee or something?"

"No," Gregg smiles, "it just tastes like shit. Besides, you'll never change your mind."

“Hey, darling," Jimmy giggles, "at least it wasn't poison again!” He checks his phone for messages, eager at the new string of texts from Cyrus.

>honestly i wouldnt mind popping up at your place unannounced ^w^

>would be fun to see that confident grin wiped off your face :)

>but a fun mystery game where i find you while you give me clues? 

>or getting to surprise you? 

>choices, choices! :/

Jimmy grins and texts back. 

<why can’t we we do both? 

<ill leave little clues at the crime scenes for you to find me ;)

>we shouldnt do both

Jimmy's smile falls.

>Id like to see again as soon as possible

>so why not just drop the theatrics, kitten?

<this ‘kitten’ stuff is adding up how many of your bones im going to break, hun. ;)

>i better rack up my numbers then, kitten!

>suffering violence under your hand would be a privledge~

>how many points do i get for other nicknames? :0 

>and you better live up to your own praise about your delightful crimes! I'll be on the lookout for any of your tricky lil clues~

>maybe i should do something to YOU every time you call me one of your sweet little pet names. Suggestions? ;)

Jimmy rolls his eyes and smiles at the text message.

<i promise. I live up to my self-praise.

<I hope you will get creative with your ‘punishments’ for me ♡

Gregg rolls his eyes and clenches his jaw to avoid saying something snarky. 

(Cyrus is almost sickeningly giddy and squeaks in delight at Jimmys response).

>I'll plan something special for you. 

>and dont worry, i'll save my most lavish punishments just for you, kitten

>'Sweetie pie' is strike one, i'll be keeping count

<dont disappoint me darlin~

<♡

><3

Jimmy puts his phone away, but his thoughts still leech scarlet blush.

Gregg holds back venomous bile because he can't go back on what he just said. "Directions," he strains through grit teeth. “Oh," Jimmy's voice is distant, "I can find my way home, if you can just drop me off here,” he points at a random street corner, not even looking where it is and most certainly not close to his apartment.

"Jimmy, you just got shot, I'm not making you walk!" Gregg sighs, long and dramatic. "And I'm not going to drag you back to Madeline's if you collapse or something!"

“I'm fine! And besides how do /you/k now i dont live by here?”

"Directions. To your house. I dont care if its just a block away from here. I'll drive you up your front porch if I have to."

“Why do you care so much?” He goes to open the car door to hop out.

"Because I don't get points if a Crow dies on my watch."

"Wow," Jimmy rolls his eyes. "So noble."

"You're not walking with an injured leg."

Jimmy opens the door. “It's not /that/ bad, Gregg!” He sighs “I don’t understand why you care so much!”

"Because-!" He stops himself. Feelings were never his forte. •And I'd probably fuck up that conversation• "Holy shit, fine! If you're going to be such a pussy about it, you can limo home!"

Jimmy gets out of the car and shuts the door. He quickly disappears from sight, down the block and into an alleyway. A thick trail of glitter follows, fallen from some part of Jimmy's flashy getup. Gregg's eyes follow him until he disappears, then he starts the car and drives off. •Fucking idiot. God, I hope he doesn't get killed. He'd deserve it with all that recklessness. But, fuck, he better get home safe.• The city flashes by, bright neons and dark shadows. Gregg only seems to see the dark, obstructing his vision and bathing the car in pitch black. •Besides. I don't get points for a Crow death.•

The night air and the sudden calm beings out the intoxication that seems ro oermanently reside in Jimmy. The wall's texture screeches if he touches it, the night sky presses lile a blanket. But he recognizes the sky. And thw walls. He stops when he reaches telhe ens of the alleyway, where it opena up to a freeway in a plain. In the mid-distance, a flash of pink indicates where his dropped worm-on-a-string had been all this time. Like a perfect loop, he's back at the scene of the chase. And the cops are none the wiser. Through nighttime delirium, intoxication, and pain, he grins. He's won the battle. And he hopes he doesn't survive the war. •It wouldn't be as dramatic.•

[thesongoftheirlove]

Do not worry, Saki. I am surrounded by two people who both have partners as well. However, I prefer to be alone. -Edwin.

werent u crying into a bowl of ice cream bc u wanted a bf -zoe

I'm going to maul you. -Edwin.

leabs on expecnsive car -cesar

hELP?? dw sir, you're gonna get a mans one day!!! im cheering you on!! - saki

Babe,, Do you need me to remind you how much I love you? Even without the expensive car?/lh - Mark

[jveszeli]

Home-Sick

[A Supernatural oneshot]

Summary: Hunting down a Rugaru is not an easy job. You need to be prepared; focused. But that is very difficult when you have the motivation, you are bullheaded, but you also have a fever, are coughing, and having hallucinations, all at the same time. Tough luck, Sammy. Dean's gonna keep you home, at all costs.

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"Hey! So, get this!" Sam began enthusiastically, turning his computer towards a sleepridden and overly grumpy Dean, who was still laying, splayed out, on Bobby's couch. His hair was sticking up, and Sam admired how he wasn't completely numb from sleeping for hours priorly in such a ridiculous position. He had had one arm behind his back, the other hanging off the sofa. One leg thrown over the back, his head twisted in a way that should be impossible for any living creature, lest the person was an actual owl.

"Sammy. Seriously? What are you doing up at..." He looked around, just noticing that it was still dark outside.

"5?" Sam finished for him. Dean just nodded, humming an incomprehensible sentence of groggy confirmation. "I found us a case. Listen to this: A woman has been found, ripped to sheds, in her house, while the husband disappeared," Sam read the headline of the paper he was showing Dean.

"Two things, Sam. Two things," Dean said, lifting his indexfinger purposefully. "One: Dude. Do you never sleep? I mean, not partying is one thing, but not sleeping... And two: That doesn't even really sound like our kind of case. If, at least, her heart was missing along with her husband, then perhaps, but I don't know Sam."

"Yeah, but Dean! We've done much more going on much less information. Besides, according to the lore, this thing could be a newly turned Rugaru. A Rugaru is..."

"I know what a Rugaru is, smartass," Dean retorted, cutting Sam off, mid sentence.

He put up with Sam doing the puppy eyes, and accepted that he would probably not be left alone to go back to sleep any time soon. So, he agreed to checking the case out. And soon enough, they were headed for Wisconsin.

Baraboo, Wisconsin

Sam and Dean walked up to the crime scene, which was covered in police tape, all over.

Very professional, the authorities were. They would probably not know the killer, were they literally trying to stab them up front, Sam was thinking to himself, and turned away from his brother, lifting his arm to his face, sneezing for the gazilionth time since they had left Bobby's.

"Sammy!? What's going on with you? You need to get yourself checked out. I'm not paranting you on the job," Dean lied through his teeth. "And right now, I'm not sure if you are up for it. We both know we gotta play our top game..." he added hurriedly, truly starting to worry about his little brother.

Sam performed the infamous "full-body eye roll", using not only his eyes but his shoulders and most of his torso in the process as well. But even he couldn't help an innocent smile finding its way onto his lips. His upper row of teeth and the unexpected showcase of his dimples signalled the opposite of what the rest of his frutrated bodylanguage did. "I'm fine, Dean. Really. Probably just caught the cold or something..." he explained nonchalantly, while shrugging a little extra.

"U-hum," was the only thing Dean managed, unamused and unconvinced by his brother's answer.

They continued walking around at the scene, showing their fake badges, but never really paying any attention to what any of the cops were saying, because any and all of it was - surprise-surprise! - completely irrelevant, as it turned out. The brothers drew the obvious conclusion that there could definitely be a case in town.

As they had confirmed this theory - as far as confirmations in their line of work could possibly go - going by what was left of the crime scene, they thanked the police for their cooperation. And as they did, Sam started coughing. Only a little to start with, but then it got worse. First, he was just desperately trying to hold it in, excusing himself repeatedly when he had to clear his throat, rather rudely, when the policewoman was speaking. But in a matter of moments, he could barely breathe anymore, and was literally gripping Dean's shoulder to steady himself.

"Jeez, Sam! What's wrong with you? You've never had a cold in your life, and now you’re coughing your lungs out on me?" Dean questioned, but tried to support Sam as much as possible. Both physically and mentally, despite sounding rough on him.

"I'm fine," Sam managed between a rush of sneezes and coughs.

"'Fine' my ass! The only thing you are today is sick. You're going to stay in bed, eat that terrible vegetable soup you always insist on making when I'm sick, and watch por... possibly Scooby Doo," Dean bossed Sam around, everting the crisis of the last word almost slipping out of his mouth, quite smoothly.

"He's right though," the police lady interrupted. "That cough is nasty, dear. Your boyfriend should help you check it out, and get you into bed."

The brothers' gazes met for a hot second, and Sam took ahold of himself just long enough to give the woman a bitch face, uttering "we're not gay; we're brothers" at practically the same time as Dean. That was before another violent wave of coughs hit him, at what point the only thing he perceived - except for his failing attempts to oxygenate his burning lungs - was Dean saying something in the lines of "but I will do" and started leading them both back toward the Impala.

By the time they were sitting in the car again - and let it be said that Sam had managed to hit his head while getting inside - the coughing phase had passed. Instead, his nose was now flowing, yet still somehow clogged and he kept wiping it with the arm of his jacket, scouring the reddened skin further. There was a literal waterfall running out of his nostrils, but he could still not breathe properly, his nasal glands being swollen, blocking any passage of air, altogether.

"Deab, we still godda hunt this thing down, before I take a leabe..." Sam warned his brother tentatively, holding his chin up like a displeased child, who expects their parents to crush their dreams at any one moment.

"Yeah? Anb how'd ya wadda gank id?" Dean imitated, pinching his nose, to sound more like Sam. "Wib a bad accend?"

Sam crossed his arms in front of his chest, theatrically turning his head away from Dean.

"I'm going," he said, slightly more comprehensible, after clearing his throat again.

"Over my dead body, you are!" Dean replied, in a tone that did not tolerate any contradiction. But Sam wasn't about to just leave well enough alone. That had never been his forte. But for the moment he decided to give it a break. His limbs were all just so heavy, and his vision blurred, his eyelids slowly giving out, like the traitorous little scamps they were. He just needed a five-minute break. Just a little harmless nap. It was a bit cold in the car, but other than that, everything was way too comfortable not to give in.

"You hear me, Sammy?" Dean questioned, looking over his right shoulder, his gaze leaving the road for a couple of seconds, just to notice that his brother was out cold. He reached over, checking his temperature, with the back of his hand put to Sam's sweat specked forehead. And he almost reflexively drew his hand back as Sam was burning up. Dean glanced back at the road, taking a sharp turn to the left, drivng faster than any sane man would. But then again, he was never a sane man when it came to Sammy's wellbeing. His first instinct was to drive straight to the hospital, but that would've been a bad idea. Too public, and while they didn't know the origin of this illness, it could be unwise to ask for civil counceling, so Dean decided to head back to their motel room.

"Sammy! Hang in there! Almost there... Wake up! Sammy... wake up!" Dean kept talking to him, trying to gently shake him awake, but there came no response, other than some pained, delirious moans, and mumbled nonsense words.

***

It was too hot. And he couldn't open his eyes. He felt like he was bound or stuck in some sort of sitting position, a painfully strong grip around his right arm being the only thing he could focus on. Every joint of him aching as if the Devil himself had just tortured him. And then there was a sudden rush. So icy, and so cold, that for a blink of an eye, he couldn't breathe.

Sam's eyelids suddenly popped open as he came to, in the bathtub Dean had filled up with ice. His jerky movement forward was so unexpected and quick, Dean could barely contain his grip on Sam's arm. He was gasping for air like crazy, reaching for, and catching Dean's arm, just hanging onto it. Dean helped to pull him out of the tub, wiring him carefully in the biggest towel he could find.

"Dean, look out!" Sam shouted, dropping onto the floor, and Dean spun around to check his six, automatically reaching for his gun at his waist. He blinked at the red tapestry on the wall. His gaze traveled all around the entire room, but as he had suspected, there was nothing, and nobody there. He frowned, scratching the back of his head, fisting his own hair, where it was long enough for him to do so, as he looked back at Sam, still crouched with his arms drawn above his head, muttering something about not killing his brother, not hurting him anymore, and about angels and their intimidating prime numbers.

"Sam, it's ok. There's nothing here. Let's get you into bed!" Dean tried approaching Sam, squatting down so they would be at the same eye-level.

"What do you mean 'there's nothing here'? Can't you see? The rugaru's right there, and we’ve gotta gank it!" Sam shouted at Dean from the entirety of those five inches that separated them. And Dean kept wondering why Sam was phased about his hearing deficiency, but he ignored his urge to comment on it, as Sam was not in the state to make a bitch-face, or any other intelligable response either, for that matter. He put a hand around his shoulder, and Sam actually bloody jumped at his touch.

"It's ok, Sammy. Look at me Sam! Look at me! Good. Now listen to me! It's ok, Sam. You're gonna be okay," Dean heard himself repeating, much calmer than he actually was. Actually, he wanted to punch his way through a wall, put a bullet into all the world's stupid sicknesses, fight until his bruised wrists broke, and then some, because the white hot rage was building into a fire inside of him. His incapability to aid his brother in any way made him feel so helpless that he would've done anything to change the situation.

Dean half carried, half supported Sam over to his bed, tucking him in, just like when they used to be kids. He was, had been, and would always look out for Sam. No matter if he had hallucinations, fever dreams, coughs, or if they were actually chased by monsters, demons, the Devil or God himself. Dean would always protect him.

Sam tried to sit up, but was easily pushed back into the mattress, by is brother's hand on his broad shoulders.

"Dean, we have work to do. Let me get up!" he insisted.

"Sam, you can't stand on your own two feet, let alone fire a gun or participate in a fight, much less an actual hunt. We'll wait until you get better!" Dean shouted right into his face, forcing Sam's hazel gaze to look striaght into his darkened green one.

"But..."

"I SAID! We'll. Wait. It. Out. Sam!" Dean repeated, still shouting, slamming his hand on the bedside table, to drain the tension out of his system. Little spiders started crawling around under his palm, his arm going numb all the way up to his elbow. If Sam would've been in a better state, he would surely have jumped again, but a couple of blinks and a trembling breath was all he managed for the moment.

"Then... just you go!" Sam suggested, very quietly.

"And leave you here in this state? Yeah, I don't think so." He shook his head.

"People could get hurt." Sam clenched his jaw at the thought. People getting hurt, because he - the one and only Sam Winchester - had managed being idiotic enough to catch a goddamn cold.

"I don't care!" Dean shouted at the top of his lungs, and if the saying "looks could kill" hadn't been invented before, it surely would have been now, after seeing how Dean's glance threw sparkles at everything in the world, including Sam.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Dean."

"And? You're still my responsibility, Miss Prude Honourability."

Sam cracked a lazy half-smirk, and snorted a little, ending up coughing because of it.

"Jerk." He said, with his voice wrecked, hoarse and low, but Dean thought he could detect the crinkles of a smile, at the edges of his eyes. He played along, putting on his full on jerky poker face, even though his heart just became something very much fluid, having had lost any kind of chill or solidity, all that rage dissipating away.

"Bitch," he retorted, turning away, pretending to be offended, but remained seated on the edge of Sam's bed wating for him to fall alseep. Watching over him the whole night. This was his first and foremost job. Their father never had to tell him it was. He had always taken it upon himself, as his duty, to look out for Sammy. Because no matter how big the Sasquatch grew, and how big of an intolerable smartass he could be, he would always be his baby brother, and they would always face the world together. 'Til kingdom come!' And a flu was not going to be that kingdom. That much, Dean knew for sure. He knew Sam well. Perhaps better than even Sam knew himself. And he was way - and Dean meant; way - too stubborn to die. If for nothing else, he would live on to listen to Celine Dion sing once more... Why she was his favourite singer was an absolute mystery to Dean, but he would listen to any of her songs a billion times, did that mean Sammy would be okay when he woke up.

Dean ended up sitting on Sam's bed the whole night, not really getting any sleep, except those few minutes, that one time, at approximately three o'clock, when he'd drifted off with his hand supporting his chin. He called Bobby a couple of times, asking for updates, and giving updates on Sam's condition, which was - thank somebody - getting better and better as the hours passed. He'd also asked for Bobby to send a couple of other hunters to town to get this case solved. He knew that Sam wouldn't let the case go, so he didn't either. But there was no way in Hell he would move a muscle until Sammy was up and about. Plus three extra days, just to be extra sure he stays that way...

But as it turned out, it really was just a quite nasty influenza Sam had managed to catch himself, the lucky bastard. And Dean would be picking at him because of it, for years to come. He'd say things like: "Yeah, I don't know, Sammy. If a flu could sweep you off your feet, so could anything else. You're outta practice!"

"Outta practice my ass!" Sam would answer. "And by the way. That's not fair. That happened one time, Dean, and it's not like you can choose to, or avoid being sick..."

Sam never took what Dean said on himself, knowing he didn't really mean any of it. It was just part of his own, weird coping mechanism, and if it was up to Sam, he would let him play his games, if those made him happy, or provoked him to smile. They had been through so much, sacrificed, and given so much... Probably more than they should have had. They deserved a break, and every chance at a smile. Besides. He'd woken up at one point that night, and seen Dean sitting at the end of his bed, his head bobbed down, but his posture at the ready - ready to wake up at any given moment - and Sam was thankful for it. For him. His brother. He just didn't know how to express it, when Dean was being so very... well. Dean.

"Sure, you don't," Dean replied, turning up the radio in the car, and Simple Man by Led Zeppelin came on, blasting though the car's speakers with a quite enjoyable bass tone. Sam shook his head, and sang along with the song - and with his brother - reluctantly, as they drove on the darkening roads of Maines, after another horrible job - another hunt of the many - well done.

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5 Essentielle Grundlagen über Tassimo Kaffeemaschine Kapseln + 2020

ᐅ Kapselmaschine

Krups Kp123b Nescafé Dolce Gusto Mini Me Kaffeekapselmaschine, 1500 Watt, Artic-grey/schwarz

Dabei vermeiden wir die Auflistung von Preisausschreiben, bei denen der Fokus auf das Sammeln von Daten gelegt wird. Wenn die Teilnahme nur mit Werbeeinwilligung möglich ist, weisen wir deutlich darauf hin. Im Test vieler Testinstitute werden mehrere Systeme miteinander verglichen und anschließend bestimmt welcher dieser Zubereitungssysteme den besten Kaffee brüht. Zudem werden die Bauarten und Ihre Modelle genauestens geprüft.

Philips Hd7865/60 Senseo Quadrante Kaffeepadmaschine, Edelstahl, 1.2 Unknown_modifier, Schwarz

Was für Sorten gibt es für die Tassimo?

Eine Alternative, die man immer wieder gerne anführt sind die Expressi Kapseln von Aldi, welche in die Tchibo Maschine passen. Um den genauen Unterschied zu verstehen, muss man die Kapseln jedoch erst einmal auseinandernehmen und kann sich so einen guten Überblick verschaffen.

Auch müssen Sie nicht auf Ladenöffnungszeiten achten, denn online können Sie rund um die Uhr an sieben Tagen in der Woche bestellen. Sie bekommen Ihre Kapselmaschine zunächst zur Ansicht nach Hause geschickt und können diese dort in aller Ruhe ausprobieren. Sollten Sie nicht vollends überzeugt sein, können Sie das Gerät kostenfrei wieder zurücksenden.

Unser Partner LEAB AG bietet Ihnen nun die sichere Lösung. Und das Beste, Sie erhalten auf die Lithiumbatterie sowie auch auf den Wechselrichter 5 Jahre Garantie! Mit diesem Set können ohne Zwischenladung mehr als 15 Tassen Kaffee gebrüht werden. Naja , du kannst mit dem Automat ja nur Kapseln verwenden.

Tchibo Cafissimo Mini Kapselmaschine (Für Kaffee, Espresso Und Caffè Crema) Inkl. 30 Kapseln, Rot

In meiner Freizeit jedoch, möchte ich bei meinen Hobbies ein „unverfälschtes“ und „ursprüngliches“ Erlebnis. In die Summen-Energiebilanz kann man zudem noch den Energieeinsatz bei der Herstellung einer aufwändigen Siebträgermaschine oder eines KVA mit einberechnen. Dagegen stehen die Nespresso Maschinchen vermutlich auch nicht so schlecht da. Wenigstens kann ich aber wohl Entwarnung geben, was die Gesundheit betrifft. In einem Beitrag von 2014 meint der NDR, dass aus den Deckeln der Kapseln in ganz kleinen Mengen Aluminium in den Kaffee rieseln könnte.

K-fee One Kaffeekapselmaschine, (1455 Watt, 0,8 Liter Wassertank, Farbe Schwarz-kupfer)

Für welches Kapselsystem Sie sich entscheiden, hat also Einfluss darauf, welchen Hersteller Sie wählen können. Die Kapselmaschinen sind in der Regel sehr leicht zu bedienen. Oft reicht nur ein Knopfdruck, um Ihr Lieblingsgetränk zuzubereiten. Die Kapseln von Tassimo haben zum Beispiel das System von Intellibrew.

Welche Kapseln schmecken am besten?

Die Segafredo Kapseln sind mit allen gängigen Nespresso-Maschinen kompatibel: Citiz, Essenza, Pixie, U, Umilk, Maestria, Lattissima, Inissia.

Zum einen bieten die Kaffeemaschinen eine bequeme Zubereitung.

Was außerdem auffällt ist die kompakte Bauweise, so dass sie auch in kleinen Küchen problemlos Platz finden sollte.

Es gibt aber auch immer mal https://www.google.de/search?q=Siebland&ludocid=16906745991262898462&lsig=AB86z5Wsormq_Y70mt3A5A5IfMnU#fpstate=lie wieder Sonderaktionen mit Limited Edition, so dass in diesem Bereich definitiv keine Langeweile aufkommen sollte.

Die Kapseln für die Maschine gibt es in 40 verschiedenen Geschmacksrichtungen.

Im Sortiment sind zum Beispiel ganz klassisch Café Latte aber auch heiße Schokolade in verschiedenen Geschmacksrichtungen und sogar Tee-Pads zu finden.

Welche Geschmacksrichtungen gut sind, obliegt natürlich auch immer der persönlichen Bewertung.

Anmelden und regelmäßig über Neuheiten, Gewinnspiele und Aktionen informiert werden. Wenn du auch abstimmen möchtest, gelangst du hier zur Umfrage. Um K-fee Online Shop in vollem Umfang nutzen zu können, empfehlen wir Ihnen Javascript in Ihrem Browser zu aktiveren.

Wenn die zwei Kontrollleuchten neben den Kaffeetasten abwechselnd leuchten, ist es so weit und die Kaffeemaschine muss entkalkt werden. Der Starbucks Verismo Espresso Decaf ist eine koffeinfreie Espressomischung. Der Espresso entzückt mit einer schönen und recht üppigen Crema. Diese Röstung ist stark geröstet und der Espresso zeigt sich in der Degustation wuchtig und kräftig mit deutlichen Bitternoten. In unserem Test verwenden wir das Modell für den Schweizer Markt.

Somit ist die regelmäßige Reinigung des Kaffeebohnen Behälters unabdingbar. Beachten Sie beim Kauf, dass nicht jede Kapsel in jede Maschine passt.

Gute Modelle verfügen über eine Reinigungs- und Entkalkungsanzeige, die Sie informiert, wann die Reinigung fällig wird. Positiv fielen jene Modelle auf, die mit einemAuffangbehälterfür die Kapseln ausgestattet sind. Nespresso Aeroccino MilchsystemInzwischen geht der Trend bei hochwertigen Kapselmaschinen tatsächlich zu einem integrierten Milchaufschäumer. Unserer Meinung nach eine tolle Sache, denn damit kann man dann einen perfekten Cappuccino und auch Latte Macchiato zubereiten.

Was ist die kleinste Nespresso Maschine?

Tassimo: Das bedeuten die Symbole Ein Symbol an der Tassimo, das Sie unbedingt beachten sollten, ist die rot leuchtende Warnleuchte. Diese ist kein Zeichen für eine vorliegende Störung, sondern weist Sie darauf hin, dass die Maschine entkalkt werden muss. Die Tassimo entkalkt sich automatisch.

Ich finde aber eben auch, dass Kapsel-Kaffee sehr gut in den Alltag passt, da ich morgens nicht viel Zeit habe, und nicht 5 Minuten dafür habe, Kaffee zu machen. Die Hersteller können also jedes Mal jubeln, wenn sie so eine Maschine verkaufen, weil das der Auftakt zu einem höchst lukrativen und dauerhaften Folgegeschäft ist. Es ist kein Wunder und kein Zufall, dass diese Maschinen so schick aussehen. Die meisten Konsumenten bleiben bei ihrer Lieblingsmarke oder wechseln je nach Sonderangebot hin und her.

Alles Wissenswerte über unseren Magen und einen Selbsttest finden Sie in unserem handlichen PDF-Ratgeber. Damit der Kaffee in der perfekten Temperatur gebrüht wird und eine schöne Crema bekommt, benötigt die Maschine ausreichend Druck. Beim Zubereiten mit Milchtank sollte man unbedingt darauf achten, dass das Glas oder die Tasse weit genug unter der Milchdüse steht.

In welche kapselmaschine passen die Lidl Kapseln?

Spülen Sie den Wassertank der Maschine gründlich mit Wasser aus, füllen Sie ihn bis zur MAX-Markierung mit frischem, kaltem Leitungswasser auf und setzen Sie ihn dann wieder in die Vorrichtung der Maschine ein, bis er einrastet.