#Just. Sam. Sam please

[snackboyz]

sam vs women

[flaminandgooo]

Bucky, in his apartment: *drinking his morning coffee while watching the news*

*News broadcast showing Joaquin going after two missiles and Sam surfing on another one while getting shot at*

Bucky, slowly putting down his cup and staring at the TV blankly: ... Oh my god, there's two of them.

[artlyloser]

not really related to this drawing but I was sick yesterday and spent all day reading sentryagent fanfic and I'm afraid the dynamics got to me

[kinky-cas]

wholeheartedly believe that the first time dean drops the L word on cas, he’s scared and desperate and angry, and as he’s yelling at/pleading with cas (same thing to dean), “you’re the love of my life” just slips out. and dean doesn’t even think about it, because it’s just an obviously true fact to him.

meanwhile cas is totally blindsided making dial up noises and having his entire understanding of the world rewritten in an instant

[on-the-clear-blue]

Down in the streets of Gotham, in the side alley next to Express Urgent Care run by one Leslie Thompkins and that was funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation was a soup kitchen.

Well...a soup kitchen of sorts. Not in any way official but if you were hungry in Crime alley you knew that the food would be safe and warm...and it was a place where *you* could be safe and warm.

Danny had left a week after his parents found out that he was Phantom, a week after he had seen their grief, the regret and pain in their eyes. The week had been spent in suspense, he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but neither of his parents were ever able to even start bringing it up before they were sobbing.

Danny knew his parents loved him, thst his father felt soul crushing guilt, that his mother spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, as if she didn't even know who was looking back at her.

And to spare them both, Danny left.

It wasn't hard to do, not when he could turn invisible and phase through walls, a final text to Sam and Tucker to say his good byes (he knew that they would break and tell his parents where he would be going) and a particularly hard hug to leave from Jazz, Danny flew off with only a back pack.

He had traveled across the US for a few months, occasionally snagging a post card from a super store to send off home, paying only when he had the excess funds (Sam's rants about mega rich corporate billionaires let him know just which stores wouldn't miss the few bucks the cards sold for)

He had met up with Dani a few times, when she was in the country, handing him Vlads credit card and telling him to keep it (though he never did) only ever using it to book a room for a few nights at a hotel to clean himself up and sleep in a real bed.

He settled in Gotham after a while, he had briefly stayed in Faucett but that place didn't have nearly enough ecto for him to live comfortably.

Gotham on the other hand? It had everything, cops that don't question why a teen is on the streets, natural ecto up the wazoo and well...a crime rate that would dissuade his parents ever looking for him there.

He had set up a more permanent shelter in an abandoned apartment building (after chasing out the low level drug dealers that were using it) and found that he kinda liked the vibes of the place under the blatant crimes being committed in broad day light.

Sure people could see you getting mugged and look the other way, but if you were still alive and there 5 minutes later, they would come back, hand you something to clean up your now bloody nose and point out the bodega that had the best sandwiches.

It was a sense of community that Danny didn't know he had missed for the many months he traveled.

His first "cook out" wasn't even supposed to be a cook out, his apartment building was mostly wood and he didn't trust himself to not burn it down, so he came outside, setting up a portable stove and setting up a pot filled with some, water to boil up a soup mix.

As he waited for it to come to temp, he saw the group of homeless rubbing their hands together, watching him with curiosity, though that quickly turned to hunger as the smell of the soup spilled out into the alley.

Instead of turning the others away Danny only shrugged, pulled out his spare paper bowls and handed them out, taking a few bites first to show that it was safe to eat.

What followed was a sort of tradition, Danny would come out a few times a day, take out his hot plate and pot and set up a soup, others started asking if they could pitch in, and well...Danny would have loved to keep providing it freely but his food was quickly dwindling.

So his soup got add in, some jerky that Crazy Tom had got tossed in, a few herbs (re:weeds) were added in by Miss O'Connor, and Danny didn't even know where Lady Dimond pulled out some spices from, but he wasn't about to question the her, he had learned never to question where the working girls hid their things.

And it sort of grew from there, who ever was around came by, some came out of their way to share a meal, but it became a meeting place of sorts "Come by the Kitchen at noon, Tom got his hands on some steak! And it ain't even smells bad!"

Sure gangs tried to pull up on the meeting place, tried to intimidate the people there or coerce them into doing something...well that was until the host, some punk teen with hair darker than black and blue eyes that were so light they were white came up, and dished out a heavy handed fist into their jaws and sent them packing.

And so the Kitchen became a safe space, if you were hungry, if you were in danger, come by the little alley way, right next to the Express Urgent Care, the Host will take care of you there, if your willing to share, to stay peaceful with the rest of the gathered people, then you were welcome to grab a bite and relax, because the Kitchen was always safe.

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It would be a few years since the Kitchen started, since people had brought chairs and tables, since an old grill of questionable origin was left out side it, since tarps with only a few holes were hung up to keep the place dry when it rained, since rugs covered the ground and the the alley it was in was swept clean of any needles or cigarette butts.

But for one boy it had only been a few short days since his Mama died, since he had found her cold and dead in the bathroom, a belt tied around her arm and a needle still in her hand.

Jason was miserable, he had stayed with her for the a single day before he knew he would have to leave, the body of his mother would start to decompose soon, so he did what he had too, calling the police with his mother's phone that didn't have a lot of minutes left on it, telling them the address before hanging up and leaving it there so he couldn't be tracked.

He couldn't be there when the cops showed up, foster care would do shit for him, and at least his Mama would be buried, and not left to rot in their bath tub.

So a young Jason Todd, scared, alone and hungry came to the Kitchen, as his mother had told him to many times before, had told him to seek out it's Host if anything ever happened to her...and well...at the very least he would get something to eat...

[emariedraws]

This man is NEVER beating the dog allegations

[jerksbitch]

“winchester sisters!🫎🐿️ " - from @CrazyTom0712 on twitter

this is NOT my art ! credit is above ! please show them some love :)

[sinsydia]

I wish all sebastian simps a very pleasant evening

[lidicanread]

Nothing. Just…lestat undressing.

[spidersoulss]

"Wheres My Shirt?!"

Pairings: Dean Winchester x f!Reader

Summary: Dean can't find his favorite shirt, he's ripped apart his whole room. Until he finds you wearing it. 

Warnings: Smut (fingering, P in V, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it BITCHES)) dean unlocks a new turn on, me still not knowing how to write decent smut (guys i'm trying my best i swear)

Word Count: 1,236

Dean grumbled in frustration as he pulled out every single shirt from his dresser. He couldn't find that one single shirt. I mean he wore it practically every day for fuck sake, how did he lose track of it?

He dug through his dirty laundry, went deep into his closet, but still no luck. “What the hell!” he shouted, ready to rip his own hair out. His room was torn inside out from looking for this shirt, his favorite shirt. “Sammy!” he yelled, storming down the bunker halls to Sam's room.

Sam looked up at his older brother, his brows furrowing when he practically sees steam emitting from Dean's ears. “What? What's wrong-” 

“Did you take my shirt?” Dean interrupted, Sam gave him a look of annoyance, the look that said ‘are you really asking me that right now?’. Dean gestured with his hands, waiting for an answer. “No dude, I did not steal your shirt” Dean grumbled angry words under his breath. “I can't find it anywhere!” he threw his hands up exasperatedly. 

“I don't know, dean, maybe y/n did the laundry and it's in there” Sam suggested, going back to doing whatever Sam does. “Yeah that better be it” Dean said, already making his way towards your room. 

You had done the laundry, everyone's laundry for today. Unbeknownst to Dean, you had washed his favorite shirt and decided to wear it fresh out of the dryer. You were laying on your freshly made bed, phone in hand, and cozy in Dean’s favorite shirt. Which was the perfect amount of baggy on you; Making it your favorite as well. 

He says your name as he barges into your room, not bothering to knock, “please tell me you have seen my fav-” he pauses when he sees you. His eyes raking over your body. His breath catches in his throat. 

Apparently wearing his clothes does something to him. “Your what?” you tilt your head to the side, clueless of his manic frustration to find this goddamn shirt. “My…uhh” he clears his throat, “my shirt” dean points to the shirt on your body. “Oh, yeah I did laundry today, I threw this on after I took my shower,” you explained casually. Dean couldn't stop staring, literally ogling you. “You good?” you raise a brow, “huh? Me? Yeah im- im so good right now” you notice how his voice got huskier, he stalked towards you. “Okaayyy, do you want it back or something?” he crawls over you, nestling his head in the crook of your neck and kissing lightly.

You inhale a soft breath. “Not anymore” he mumbles against your skin, “it looks better on you anyway” he kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Your breathing becomes heavier as he leaves faint marks on your skin. “Dean-” he shushes you with his lips, you moan softly into them. 

“I just showered” you fein complaint and he huffs a laugh, “hope you want another one, because you're gonna need it after this” he smirks. 

His hands snake down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He didn't expect you wearing his shirt, his favorite shirt, to turn him on so much. But alas, here we are, and neither of you are complaining. 

A shaky sigh escapes your lips as his fingers thread the waistband of your panties, because of course you're not wearing pants right now. “You fuckin tease” he grumbles against your lips, “not wearin any pants, and look at that-” he dips his hand under and drags a slow torturous finger through your slick folds. 

You whimper against him, “so wet for me already, huh? Was this your plan all along, rile me up and get me to fuck you senseless?” he asks tauntingly as he continues to tease at your entrance. 

That was not your plan at all but it sounds like a great one right about now. “It should've been my plan if I knew this was gonna happen” you grin, your lips turning into a soft ‘O’ shortly after as Dean sinks his two fingers into you. “Oh fuck..” you groan.

“So gorgeous baby” he praises as he sets a steady hard pace with his fingers pumping in and out, his mouth attaches to your neck. You arch into him, hands threading through his dirty blonde locks. He groans lowly against your skin when you give a little tug, hinting at your approaching orgasm.

“Oh my god, Dean please I need you” you moan, pleading breathlessly. “This aint enough for you babygirl? Need my cock inside you huh? Wanna cum around my cock?” he teases, kissing up your jaw and on your lips. You nod fervently, “yes, god yes please” you look at him through your lashes, he folds immediately. 

“I can't deny my girl what she needs now can i?” he grins as he pulls his cock out from his boxers, his sweats discarded long ago. You almost drool as you look at it, glistening red tip leaking with pre-cum. 

It's something you'll never get used to, the size of him. No matter how many times the two of you do it, it's always the same when he pulls it out for you. 

You lick your lips and Dean chuckles, “greedy girl” he tuts. He drags the tip through your folds and you both moan. Dean kisses you deeply as he pushes inside of you, inch by inch. “Relax, i got you” he can feel you tense up but you let go at his words, he pins your hand down on the sheets. 

“Dean you better move or i'm gonna-” you can't even finish your thought before he pulls out almost completely and slams back inside you. You cry out his name and squeeze his hand. He sets a brutal pace with his hips, leaving you a cursing, moaning, sweaty mess. 

“Thought you could just wear my shirt and get away with it? Huh? Thought I wouldn't do anything about it?” he grunts, his hips slapping against your thighs. The sound echoes throughout your room. 

“N-no, i didn't kno-ow” you manage to say between moans. “Shh shh babygirl i’m not mad, just.. extremely turned on” he kisses you more, drowning out your lewd, explicit noises and thrusting harder at his last words.

“Dean im, oh my god i'm so close” you whimper, clenching your walls around him. He takes in a sharp breath. “I know, i know” he reaches a hand down in between your bodies and circles his thumb over your very sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Cum for me, cum around my cock, please baby I need to feel you” he almost whimpers, your stomach twists and the knot in your core bursts and you flutter hard over Dean, sucking him in deeper as your orgasm hits, his hitting not long after. (a second orgasm has hit the tower (again, not sorry, i had to)) 

“That's it baby, let go for me, i love how you clench around me, feels so good” he moans, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he sings your praise. 

Your breathing is labored and dean pulls out, you whine at the loss of him. leaving your walls empty and fluttering around nothing. You break the silence after a long moment, “I should wear your clothes more often” he laughs into your neck, wrapping his arms around you.

“Yes you should” 

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

[risrambles]

i still can’t believe sam and bucky canonically rolled down a hill on top of each other

[asgardian--angels]

**URGENT** HELP SAVE THE USGS BEE LAB!

PLEASE circulate this as widely as possible, as soon as possible.

Hi all, you may not know me but I am a native bee researcher in the eastern US. People like me work to study and protect the 3600 species of native bees in North America, many of which are in severe decline.

We just received devastating news, that unfortunately was not surprising. The Trump administration's proposed 2026 budget is set to defund most of the ecological research happening at the USGS, and that includes zeroing out the budget for the USGS Native Bee Inventory & Monitoring Lab.

Don't know them? Maybe you've seen stunning photos like this:

These gorgeous and evocative focus-stacked photos of native bees on black backgrounds - all of which are public domain - come from the USGS Bee Lab (here's their Flickr). Through these, they've helped bring the beauty and importance of native bees to the public's attention. Hundreds if not thousands of news articles, videos, and publications use these photos.

But that is just one tiny slice of what the USGS Bee Lab does for pollinator conservation. Its primary role is much bigger; they provide technical support, research collaborations, and financial & grant partnerships to federal and state agencies, academic institutions and researchers, and much more, so we can study, manage, and protect North America's wild pollinators. They conduct research of their own that has led to species rediscoveries, and produce invaluable resources that have greatly advanced our understanding of wild bees and our approaches to studying and conserving them. They also provide the essential and irreplaceable service of bee identification. For those who don't know, identifying bees is hard. Sometimes Really Hard. And this lab is one of just a handful of places in the entire country who can identify some of the toughest groups of bees, and who sit on the forefront of breakthroughs on taxonomy and identification that the rest of us in this field rely on. Without this service, agencies and researchers trying to survey and monitor bees in order to track population declines, manage land, and get policy changed are stuck with a lot of nameless bees, severely limiting the usefulness of that data.

Tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of bee specimens pass through this lab annually, plus the thousands in permanent storage, from long-term monitoring efforts by state and federal agencies, and researchers like myself. They operate at a greater capacity than basically any other institution doing this kind of work. Few if any bee researchers in the eastern US, or even the country, have not benefitted from this lab's work, and those benefits are passed on to you through being able to protect pollinators and the services they provide both in agriculture and ecosystems.

This lab is headed up by scientist Sam Droege, who has dedicated decades of his life to this cause, and whom I consider not just a research partner but, humbly, a friend. I am utterly indebted to him for helping me get my start in this field, and for the support and kindness he has shown me and every other young professional who is passionate about pollinators. The Lab operates with an insanely small budget already, and a very limited staff, yet the impact they have is exponentially outsized. Losing the USGS Bee Lab would be a devastating blow to pollinator conservation in this country, at a time when native bee species are sitting on the precipice, and sustainable agriculture is non-negotiable for our future.

You can read more about the Bee Lab here. The Lab is not well-publicized, but it's a lifeline for the many dedicated people who work to try and protect pollinators and the environment at large.

SO WHAT CAN YOU DO?

Sam Droege has sent out a request for help, and has encouraged us to post on social media. This is what he wants you to do to help us save the Bee Lab.

This is verbatim:

What is Happening: ·       The USGS Bee Lab is at risk of being permanently closed due to cuts in the 2026 Federal Budget and looming federal RIF’s ·       Specifically, the Ecosystem Mission Area (EMA) budget, which funds the USGS Bee Lab and the Eastern Ecological Science center has been zeroed out ·       Thousands of layoffs to hit Interior, National Parks imminently - Government Executive What you can do ·       Write to your representatives, the White House, and the Department of the Interior that they should restore the funding for the USGS Bee Lab ·       Send digital or physical letters, write emails, post to social media What you should be highlighting: ·       Personal anecdotes about how the Bee Lab has impacted you or your organization ·       How important the research the Bee Lab is conducting is to your state Contact Information: 1.      Representatives: Find Your Representative | house.gov 2.      Senators: U.S. Senate: Contacting U.S. Senators 3.      White House: Contact Us – The White House 4.      Interior: feedback@ios.doi.gov Send a copy of the letter to droegesam@gmail.com Pass this email around.  Post your response to social media

IT'S OK if you are not a scientist and have not directly interacted with the Bee Lab. Have you seen the lab's photos? Are you concerned about native pollinator declines? Are you aware of any pollinator conservation initiatives or policies in your own state - those almost certainly have drawn, directly or indirectly, from work the Lab has done. Speak about American food production and agriculture, how the Lab's research and collaborations are essential to safeguarding pollination services (this might help reach across the aisle).

Sam urges that these letters, emails, phone calls, etc, must happen quickly - within the next couple days. This information went out on May 8th and that is the day I am posting this. So please, don't wait.

If 'save the bees' has ever meant anything to you, this is the agency that is playing one of the biggest roles in this country in making that happen. Please, contact your representatives, and pass this call to action along however you can. Thank you.

[music-for-sushi]

It's not about winners or losers, but we won

[givlka]

they put my bois in the puter...

[youchangedmedestiel]

Imo the best ending to Supernatural would have been to just stop with them alive on a random hunt or them finding jobs and living the life they just wanted or whatever.

And then the story just fucking STOP, because Chuck is not here anymore, so they are no longer part of a story they are finally free. And we could still write and read fanfic about how they live after they won.

[joenateuser]

SAM NIVOLA as Lochlan Ratliff The White Lotus 3.08 “Amor Fati”