#my skunk bug

[pup-pee]

i actually h8 drawing on my phone :(

[skrunksthatwunk]

two trucks

[samimarkart]

I have some designs up on threadless! giving this a whirl, find them here

[lichen-bones]

skonk

[the-lektric-tinker]

I would most recommend The League of Seven to fans of Percy Jackson and The Heroes of Olympus books.

In both, seven superpowered kids come together because of destiny (or something) to fight mythological monsters that are secretly actually real and save the world from destruction by evil forces, while having tragic backstories and traumatic experiences. And saying funny quips!!!

TLOS book one is sort of like if Annabeth, Leo, and a very young and optimistic Nico went on a quest together.

And fought evil Thomas Edison.

[nigelpuppy]

first half of june photos

(Symphytan larva, Dolichovespula maculata, Coleomegilla maculata larva, Sciurus carolinensis, Idana marginata, Condylostylus comatus, Platycryptus undatus, Toxomerus marginatus, Mephitis mephitis, and Scudderia furcata nymph)

[whumped-by-glitter]

I literally fretted for months between animal behavior, zoology, freshwater science, and entomology majors..... I love all of them, and the ones not listed!!!

Feel free to specify in the tags :) if the animal is one that needs company assume you'd have multiple

[imwritesometimes]

will never understand this mentality like? nature gave us these adorable lil critter friends and they can make your backyard a home and your (indoor!) cats can enjoy many hours watching them out the window and you can hear the cute little noises they make! better do everything in your power to make sure to keep them the fuck outta your yard!

[mabelsguidetolife]

took my dog on the shittiest little walk ever and now we’re both hot, itchy, and disappointed

[allenyu21]

All About Spray Brake Cleaner

Spray brake cleaner is a solvent-based solution that comes in a pressurized aerosol can.

It's a mechanic's go-to for cleaning brake components, removing grime, grease, and brake fluid buildup. Here's a detailed breakdown of this essential tool:

What it Does

Degreases: Brake cleaner effectively cuts through grease, oil, and road grime that accumulates on brake parts. This buildup can impair braking performance and lead to noise.

Removes Brake Fluid: Leaked or spilled brake fluid attracts dirt and reduces braking efficiency. Spray brake cleaner lifts and removes brake fluid for a clean surface.

Prepares for Repairs: When working on brakes, a clean surface is crucial for proper installation and functionality of replacement parts.

Types of Spray Brake Cleaner

Standard: This is the most common type, effective for general cleaning.

Chlorinated: Offers stronger cleaning power but can be harsher on some materials. Consider using on heavily soiled parts only.

Non-Chlorinated: A safer option for cleaning parts near rubber or plastic components as it's less likely to cause damage.

How to Use Spray Brake Cleaner Safely and Effectively

Safety First: Brake cleaner is flammable and contains harsh chemicals. Always wear gloves, eye protection, and a respirator in a well-ventilated area.

Preparation: Let the vehicle cool completely before starting. Identify the areas you want to clean and cover any exposed rubber or plastic components with a rag.

Apply the Cleaner: Spray the cleaner from a safe distance, typically around 20 cm, in a well-directed stream. Avoid drenching the parts.

Agitation: Let the cleaner sit for a few seconds to allow it to work on the grime. You can use a brush to agitate stubborn dirt.

Wipe Clean: Use a clean, absorbent rag to wipe away the loosened dirt and brake cleaner residue.

Repeat: If necessary, repeat the process for heavily soiled areas.

Important Considerations

Not a Brake Fix: While crucial for cleaning, spray brake cleaner doesn't fix underlying brake problems. If you experience poor braking performance, consult a mechanic.

Not for Everything: Avoid spraying directly on ABS sensors or other electronic components as it could damage them.

Disposal: Dispose of empty cans responsibly according to local regulations. Brake cleaner cans are typically considered hazardous waste.

Conclusion

Spray brake cleaner is a valuable tool for maintaining clean and functional brakes. By understanding its uses and following safety precautions, you can keep your brakes in top shape. Remember, for any complex brake repairs, it's always best to consult a qualified mechanic.

[siarrawrites]

Does anyone happen to have some sources on hand? Not because I doubt this, it makes a disturbing amount of sense, but because I want to share with my parents and a tumblr post alone will not be convincing.

I tried it looking up with similar search terms, and was having trouble finding articles/studies, which is why I ask.

it's so chilling to walk through an area where the houses are surrounded by blank sterile lawns and see a big lilac bush in full bloom without a single bug on it. No bees, no butterflies, not a stir of activity.

[yousefhasan55]

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We have been displaced several times, and our tragedy has reached the point that we now live in a tent that is unfit for living. We desperately need your help, I have launched a donation campaign but I cannot get the funds so I can get €25000 to get through this current crisis.

I know that the world is full of people who want to help others, and you are one of them. Please be with us in this ordeal and share your donation to help us get out of these difficult situations🫂🥹🥹🙏🙏🍉

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[sir3n-s]

Since Eddie came to live with him, Wayne has seen him bring home many things.

Mainly bugs or hurt animals.

One time he brought home a skunk. Sometimes Wayne thinks he can still smell it.

But this? This is something else.

"Wayne I can explain" he says standing in the doorway with a jar.

A jar that has a pixie in it.

"That jar better have holes in it, Edward.'" He's praying that his nephew didn't hurt the pixie.

Pixies have been around for centuries and helping them will bring good luck. As in the pixie will most likely bring you gifts.

Hurting a pixie though?

He has heard some stories that would be labeled as horror if they were movies.

"Of course, it has holes in it!" Eddie says like it was ridiculous of him to ask, "I'm not stupid" Wayne thinks that is debatable but now is not the time for that.

"Yet you have a pixie in a jar" he sighs, wondering why this kid can't give him a break, "knowing what they are capable of."

"I know, I know!" Eddie says, looking down at the jar. "I just wanted to say hi, and then he attacked me! I didn't want to hurt him, but he wouldn't leave me alone!"

"So you thought putting it in a jar would make it like you," he says while getting up.

"Well no but I tried runng but he followed me"

He's going to need a beer after this. 

"Give me the jar," he says standing in front of his nephew. 

Eddie doesn't hesitate to hand it over. 

Wayne walks out the door of the trailer and starts opening the jar, "I apologize for my nephew, he doesn't think before he acts. He's a good kid, please don't hurt him" he takes the top off and lets the pixie fly out.

It flies in front of Wayne’s face for a moment before smiling and nodding at him, then zooms off.

Wayne walks back into the trailer to grab a beer and start lecturing his nephew.

-

Over the next few weeks, Eddie sees the pixie, who he learns name is Steve, come by the trailer to give gifts to Wayne.  

Eddie has tried to get close enough to apologize but Steve always files away the moment he sees Eddie. 

But he also doesn't do anything to Eddie so he guesses that Steve likes Wayne enough to leave his nephew alone. 

Which is good because pixies can be terrifying. 

"Give him some fruit," Wayne suggests after hearing Eddie complain about Steve leaving once he saw Eddie pull up to the trailer. "He really likes peaches." 

So Eddie cuts up a peach and puts it on a plate. He takes it outside to the bench close by and waits. 

Steve does eventually show up but Eddie can tell he's still cautious of him because he doesn't immediately go for the peach like he would if Wayne was the one offering it.

Eddie smiles at him and pushes the plate towards him hoping to encourage him to eat it.

Steve must have decided to trust Eddie because he dives for the peach slices.

He watches Steve eat a really small amount of the the peach, but pixies are so small it was probably a lot to him.

Once it seems like Steve had his fill of the fruit Eddie sets a napkin down next to the plate.

Steve wipes his hands and face with it. Then he just sits there and stares at Eddie for a moment.

"Thank you" the pixie says. And honestly Eddie is surprised, he didn't know they could communicate with humans.

"You're welcome" he responds, tapping his finger on the table, "I am sorry about the jar thing, I really didn't mean to hurt you"

Steve reached for Eddie's hand and placed his tiny hand on top of his finger, stopping its movement.

"Its okay" Steve smiles at him.

[luveline]

You are such an awesome writer 🥹 I love seeing you show up on my timeline!

I'm not sure if you are taking requests rn and totally ignore this and I'm so sorry if you are not and sorry to bug you.

I am so obsessed with bombshell bau reader with our boy Spence. I was thinking like maybe established relationship this time where the team goes out to the bar again only this time her and Spence are actually together so she's just really cute and even more cling. Maybe her and Emily or one of/all of the other BAU girls are being wild goofy drunk girl and reader is extra flirty with Spence but not at all smooth and Spencer is just like “you're a menace” ? But like in a sweet adoring way 😂?

Again no pressure at all and I hope you are feeling better from the rude requests and enjoying your time off school, lots of love xxx

thank you love, and thanks for your request!! ♡ drunk!reader

The last time you'd been to this bar in particular, you and Spencer were strictly friends. He was still styling his hair straight and wearing sweater vests, and the idea of being your boyfriend was a fantasy. A brilliant, never-going-to-happen work of fiction. 

“My boyfriend is the prettiest man alive ever in the history of planet Earth!” you declare, climbing up on one knee in the booth beside him, your cherry spritzer tipping over the glass’ rim. It races down your naked arm to your elbow and drips from there to his thigh. “Have you seen him?” 

“Sure, I've seen him,” Morgan says, rolling his eyes. 

You wrap your arms around Spencer's head from the side and kiss his forehead. You shift as you do, forcing your lips up into his hair, leaving behind an accidental raspberry smear of lipgloss. “Then what's the problem?” you ask. 

“I don't know,” Morgan says. 

“I know what it is,” Emily says. 

“Me too. Rhymes with indoctrination,” JJ laughs. 

You put your glass down hard on the table, arm still held proudly behind Spencer's neck. A lot has changed since the last time you were here, but the way he looks up at you hasn't budged. He has a sick, all encompassing crush on you, and seeing you now turns it into a dizziness he can't shake, almost like he's had a few too many drinks with you. Your eyes are glassy, grounded but wet, and your eyelashes pinch together in the corners as you bring your gaze down to his. “It's love,” you say. 

Everybody laughs. Spencer just keeps watching you watch him, his palm to the small of your back to prevent a fall. 

“It's love!” Penelope echoes, shepherded by Hotch, too many drinks between them both. “My favourite lovebirds! I brought your drink, beautiful.”

“Thank you, gorgeous.” You take it eagerly. Spritzer sloshes over the bumps of your fingers. 

“Sit down,” Spencer suggests. 

You give him brief googly eyes and sit down. The booth is a three sided square, with you and Spencer on one arm, Rossi, JJ and Emily against the back, and now Morgan, Penelope and Hotch opposite. It's a full troupe tonight, a rarity, and you and Penelope decided early on that the best way to celebrate would be to drink whatever you liked and in egregious quantities. 

Hotch is perhaps doing the same. Spencer can't tell. But all in all, everyone's having a good night, especially you. 

“Did you hear that? He's so nice to me,” you say to no one in particular, your fitted blouse sparkling in the light as you lean back, your hand finding his thigh. “Spencer, what's on your pants?” 

“Oh, I wonder?” 

“You're not blaming me, are you?” Your voice is as stickying as you can make it, and drunk as a skunk you may be, but you maintain your talent for flirting. 

“Did I say that?” 

“Because that wouldn't be very, gentlemanly of you…” You lean in too close. Your talent remains. Your subtlety suffers a different fate. 

He leans in like he might kiss you and says, “You're a menace.” 

“What's that supposed to mean?” 

In front of all your friends and coworkers. “It means I'm cutting you off,” he says, sliding his hand between you and your glass. 

More laughter. You throw hurt looks at them all and Spencer picks up your cherry spritzer. You're baffled, but a smile dripping in sickly sweet love spreads over your lips as he drinks it. “Fine, I'll share,” you say. 

“Thank you,” he says, putting it out of your reach as he leans in to kiss you, cherry lingering on his lips. 

You kiss him back gently, and then a little harder. He eases you away. Arms snuck once again around him, you squeeze until his ribs cry out in protest and make yourself comfortable on his shoulder.

“You're not mad at me, are you?” he asks, head angled down to offer a tender smile. 

“I love you so much I've decided not to care.” You lift your head. “You're too nice to be mad at you,” you whisper. “And I love you.” 

“Yeah, you've mentioned that.” He rubs your arm. He's so in love with you, he doesn't think to blush at his part in your PDA. 

[holxist]

SHOWERS

word count: 1.9k genre: smut& pinch of fluff ⚠️ : mdni. established relationship, dom!haechan x sub reader, sub space-ish, water play, pet names, bit of degrading, oral (m receiving)

synopsis: Save water, shower with your girlfriend! notes: nervous about publishing this one since I haven't read anything including water stuff

This summer has been hot, with the sun blazing down and barely any relief from the heat. It's hard to enjoy being outside when you’re constantly sweating. The quest to cool yourself started with drinking more water, cranking up the air conditioner, and taking extra showers. But as the days pass, you notice the higher utility bills, just like the temperature outside. “My fucking balls are sweating, I feel like Satan’s fucking me in the ass right now!” Haechan said, practically stumbling through the front door. He was dripping with sweat, pooling at his chin before it could even hit the hardwood floor. 

His shirt was soaked from the brutal five-minute walk in the blazing sun, which felt suffocating. He pushed his damp hair off his forehead and sighed as he stepped into your place and finally escaped the heat.

“Seriously, tell me about it,” you said, stifling a laugh but feeling bad for him. You hurried to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and filled it with ice-cold water. 

“Thanks,” he said, gulping down the water like a scene from a cola ad. His cheeks were flushed, glowing in the sunlight, and he looked great with his sun-kissed skin.

“Anyway, the utility bills just arrived, and I think we need to do the conserve reserve thing,” you said, glancing over your shoulder as you walked towards the sink to tackle the pile of dirty dishes. 

“Let me take a look,” he replied, following you into the kitchen. He reached for the bills on the counter, carefully opening the envelopes to review them beside you.

“Shit bug, now I get your whole conserve reserve thing, I mean look at this,” he said with exaggeration and a playful grin.

“But just think how much we could save if you hopped in the shower with me. Who knows what kind of fun we might have while at it…” He leaned in a little closer, a teasing sparkle in his eye. 

A warm breeze brought the strong scent of his cologne, making you want to lean in and kiss him right then and there, but you can't give in.

“You wish! I know you, Hyuck,” you side-eyed him, turned your head, and sniffed him mockingly.

“Ugh, Hyuck, you smell!” you said with a playful smile as you nudged his cheek with your wet hand. You watched him curiously as he sniffed his collar. You chuckled and gave him soft kisses on his cheeks and playfully urged him to rest.

As the late afternoon sun streamed through the window, Haechan slowly woke from his nap. He stretched lazily, yawning, and glanced at you as you tidied the living room. 

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you called out, a smile lighting up the room as you caught his eye while organizing the shelf.

“Hey, woah! You looked like you had a one-on-one with a skunk,” he teased in a sleepy voice, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk that made your heart skip a beat.

“You know I don’t smell right, what are you on about?” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at his mock-seriousness.

A laugh escaped you as you brushed your hair back, a little flustered by his teasing. “I should probably shower soon.” “Definitely,” he replied, a playful seriousness in his tone. “I’d hate for us to faint from the smell!”

He wrinkled his nose dramatically, but his gaze lingered on you with a hint of mischief. You nudged him playfully, smirking back. “Alright, alright! I’ll be quick! Wouldn’t want to keep you waiting…”

As you head up to your room, the thought of a warm shower makes you feel all tingly inside. You can’t help but picture Haechan from earlier—it makes your heart race a little faster.

Thinking back to him, all flustered and breathless, sends shivers down your spine. You find yourself pressing your thighs together, and the heat between your thighs starts to feel intense, and you can't help but crave some relief. 

You grab the showerhead, feeling a rush of excitement. With a quick move, you lean back against the tiles, legs spread out, letting the warm water wash over you and enjoying the pleasure it brings you.

You've come to your senses when you saw Haehan leaning casually against the doorway, his dark, intense eyes fixated on you with a tantalizing mix of lust and amusement.

"Caught you," he said, his voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You felt a flutter in your chest, an unexpected rush of warmth creeping across your cheeks and in your core. The playful tilt of his head, just enough to catch the light from the candle you lit earlier, made you feel both vulnerable and thrillingly exposed. 

"What are you thinking?" he asked, taking a step closer, his gaze unwavering. You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening.

"Maybe I’m thinking about how much you look like between my legs," you replied, trying to inject some confidence into your voice. Your heart raced at the thought of what you just said. “Is that so, pretty?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he sauntered closer. He lifted you effortlessly with a gentle yet firm grip, placing you delicately on the edge of the cool toilet bowl. Out of breath, you finally managed to mutter, "Just eat me already!" as he hovers teasingly close to your core, a smirk on his lips. 

“Why so eager, princes?” he whispers, his voice dripping with honey. He stands up and grabs the showerhead you’ve been playing with. 

“Kitten loves water, right?” he says with a sly smile, “Why don’t you just open those legs for me?” His words hang in the air. You open your legs enough for him to see your glistening pussy. 

“You’re a such slut, aren’t you?” he questioned. “No… Y-yes…” you answered unsurely, your voice shaking. The moment felt charged, your heartbeat felt loud in your ears, almost drowning you out.

Suddenly, a sharp slap hit your cheek, and the sting jolted through you like a wave. Your skin burned where his hand had connected.

“Louder,” he said impatiently, the edge in his voice sending a thrill of fear mixed with something unnameable deep within you.

“Y-yes! I’m a slut!” you exclaimed, word spilling out as you tried to find the strength to meet his gaze. “Good girl,” he said, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips. 

"Now wider," he firmly commands as he points the shower head at your center. You obey as you hold your shaky legs wider for him.

He leans in closer to you, face to face, “You want this, do you?” he challenges, his voice playful yet firm.

“Your toys can’t get you off, huh?” he says with a hint of teasing. 

Using his free hand, he adds his middle finger inside you, pushing you closer to the edge of your climax.

“Talk about saving water and shit then catching you getting off of this,” he remarks, a spark of mischief in his tone, as he navigates your gummy walls.

"I’m clos–," you implore, your voice trembling with a mixture of urgency and yearning. As you lift your gaze, shimmering tears threaten to spill over.

“What was that, baby?” he asked with a sarcastic tone, clearly amused as he upped the pressure, relentlessly honing in on your sensitive spot. You gasped as he thrust another two fingers inside you, pushing you more and more to the brink.

"Haechan, please," you pathetically plead, trying to ignore the knot forming inside you, ready to snap at any moment.

"FUCK!" you gasped as a sudden rush of liquid gushed out, soaking the boy in front of you and leaving a damp spot on his pants. He chuckled as he looked at the dark patch on it.

“I don’t think good kittens cum without permission first,” he whispers flirtatiously, his sultry voice wrapping around you like silk. His eyes glinting with mischief and desire, the warmth of his breath brushing against your cheek, sending a tantalizing shiver down your spine. He dropped the showerhead on the floor and gestured for you to kneel in front of him. With a teasing grin, he bent closer, playfully pinching your cheeks until your lips formed an exaggerated 'O.' 

“So, tell me, baby, who is Haechan?" he challenged, clearly enjoying the moment. 

"No one, sir," you reply with a hint of defiance. Your chin lifts slightly as you fight back your tears.

“You better watch that mouth whore,” he asserts firmly. The heat radiating from your core surged intensely, creating a wave of warmth that enveloped you. You found yourself inching closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull that seemed to draw you towards him.

As you eagerly rubbed your face against Hachan’s thighs, "Behave," he ordered. His intense gaze pressed deeper, creating a sense of urgency in your body, making you sit straight. As he teasingly ran his thumb along his lips. "Open your mouth," he instructed. You complied without hesitation. He gradually pressed deeper, and you gagged as the pressure increased, the softness of your mouth contrasting sharply with the firm, relentless push of his thumb.

“Greedy slut, undressing me while sucking on my thumb like her life depends on it”, you moaned with the way he talks to you, he lets you palm him which makes your pussy clench on nothing. As you pulled out his member, a surge of desire rushed through you, and your mouth  parted instantly, ready to take him. A playful chuckle that escaped him only heightened your eagerness.

“You’re drooling, kitten,” he stated as he took out his thumb in your mouth, followed by your saliva dripping on the floor. 

“Wanna suck daddy ‘m taste,” you beg as words scrambled in your tongue, as you stare at his cock.

“Head all mushed already?” as he pats your head, you simply look up at him with half-lidded eyes and nod.

“What is it baby? Tell me what you want” he asked sweetly. “Want daddy” you shyly answered, still looking at his eyes prettily. 

“Want daddy? But I'm here pretty” he states, “Cock, cum, want” you hastily murmured. Haechan all amused watching you melting in front of him barely forming a sentence. 

He grabbed you chin and gestures to open yur mouth once again. You pull out your tongue instinctively as he slaps his cock on the surface of your tongue, you moan feeling how heavy it is. He groans as you swallow him, he grabs your hair into a ponytail to see how well you take his cock

“Shit baby, just like that,” he hisses as he slightly thrusts his hips and hits the back of your throat. 

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby,” he praised. You hummed around him, “Needy little mutt, trying to get off my foot.”

Your eyes met his and he smiled seeing you grinding on his foot, you can’t help it—your hips, moving on their own. Haechan knows you're lost, that you can't even comprehend a word he's saying.

“Baby, I’m– fucking clos–, ” he panted, chest heaving as his stomach tenses. Haechan pulls out of your jaw, and you gasp for air, letting the spit drip down your chin. You whine as your mouth feels empty, longing for something to fill you.

“Up. I need to fuck you properly.”  holxist. 2025

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Animorphs #9: The Secret thoughts (pt. 4):

I love the contrast in perspectives between Cassie and Marco with regards to the skunks. Marco wants to name them and anthropomorphize them, desperate to dismiss them until he gets attached. Cassie's so much more practical and experienced, desperately trying to be okay with the fact that baby animals die all the time and also recognizing that she needs them to kill even more animals — bugs and rodents — if she wants them to survive.

"An ant was marching by, carrying a dead bug. Maybe I was just imagining things, as I sank into unconsciousness. Maybe my brain was making up things that weren't there. But I could almost have sworn that the ant was carrying the dead, dried-out husk of the termite queen" (p. 142). The pitch-black humor in this series is UNPARALLELED.

A+ for Cassie hitting on the uncharacteristically cold plan to threaten the human council chair in order to manipulate Visser Three. It's got her characteristic skill at understanding her enemies' psychology, along with her newfound willingness to be bloodthirsty to survive.

Stray thought inspired by the Animorphs' care to let only Ax speak to Visser Three: can thought-speakers pick up on the fact that a thought "voice" comes from a kid? We know from Visser that the yeerks know Ax is a kid from looking at him, but does Visser Three ever know that (apparently) the only kid on the team is also their spokesperson? Is Ax deliberately making his voice deeper (the way Jake and Rachel do at different times) to try to sound older, or doing the andalite equivalent?

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