#hopefully theres some in the freezer

[rainyyday-box]

Hello you hi you puts the sprinkler out so you can dance in it (it creates rainbows in the mist and im making popsicles in the fridge and grillin burgers)

Thoughts on cocoagraft?

sorry man I dont think you can actually do that just b holy clouds the sprinkler actually turned on outside wth

but uhm scary coincidence aside, uhhh cocoagraft hmmmm. yeah I like those lil dudes I think they look cute. also cozy bought one for his cafe and its very useful! Or atleast I think he is.

I've been able to only work part time cause of them so yeah I like them! plus they make some really good hot chocs too (which yeah no duh theyre called cocoagrafts for a reason yanno?)

[impawsiblecat]

100 Days of Deathduo

Day Nine- Reverse Phasmo Au Chapter 5/The final Chapter

Tw: Past character death

The final chapter! This is so exciting.

    The bottom half of the house is almost completely done. Pretty soon Clover will be able to work on the upstairs, will be able to put her own furniture and renovations in. While that does require her to visit the ghost, she doesn’t really think that will be a problem. After what happened last time, she has a feeling the ghost isn’t necessarily malicious. And they had looked so sadly at the music box, it was hard to view them as evil and harmful. Perhaps it was a naive way of thinking, but well, she just couldn’t.

    That didn’t mean that Clover was particularly excited to get to cleaning out their room, but well. It had to be done, eventually. At least she had a homemade walk in freezer, now. She was still gonna save that room for last. And invest in some hand warmers. And hope that the ghost wasn’t too much of a problem.

    What was an actual problem was the growing pile of papers and mementos. It would be resolved soon, hopefully. She had found an old address book, and had managed to get in contact with one of the previous people that had lived here. Clover was pretty sure it was the brother that had shown up in the pictures, and he had agreed to come and pick up the items. 

    Clover knows that theres a ton more he will probably want from upstairs, too, but the pile is just too big right now. And he mentioned he was only a few hours away, so it shouldn’t be too much of a hassle to get everything else to him later. 

    It’s always so strange when waiting for someone to come over, Clover thinks, as she sits on the stairs. She could clean a little more, but what if she gets engrossed in her work and forgets to listen for the doorbell? She scrolls on her phone instead, making sure to occasionally look outside the window.

    The man arrives shortly after, and sure enough, it is the brother from the pictures, except older, in his late twenties if she had to guess instead of a teenager. Clover smiles as she lets him in, and watches as he looks around the entranceway.

    “Hello, Clover, right? We talked on the phone.” The man says, and he continues looking around. “Oh, wow. I haven’t been here since, well, I guess you probably know by now, huh?” He says, smiling wryly at Clover.

    “Yeah, you would have thought the real estate agency would have mentioned it, but I had already bought the house by the time I found out, and it was cheap, and I had already imagined what I could do with the place. What can you do, you know?” Clover laughs, and then waves the man over to the neat piles she had made. “Uh, here’s the items that belong to you, I’ve tried to keep the ones that seemed important and sentimental, but there were a few that I threw away because time just got the better of them. I hope that is ok.” She says.

    The man nods, and starts to rift through the papers, the pictures and memories. “I never thought I would see any of these things again, thank you so much for doing this, I um…” he trails off, staring at a picture of him and his siblings. “I really appreciate it.” He says, sounding emotional.

    “Of course. It didn’t seem right to just throw them away. I don’t have anything that can carry it all, I don't think, but let me at least get a bag to make it easier to get to your car.” Clover says, leaving when she sees the man nod absently, lost in the memories he is sifting through. She grabs a trash bag from the laundry room she had been cleaning out, and brings it to the man.

    When she comes back, he is crying silently, and Clover freezes. She doesn’t know what to do with a crying stranger, so she sets the trash bag down next to him as subtly as she can and backs away. It doesn’t stop the man from noticing her, though, and he just wipes his eyes. “Sorry, sorry, I just haven’t seen many pictures since it happened, I almost had forgotten what she looked like.”

    Clover tenses up, because she has very clearly missed something. She wants to ask, but it is obviously a sore subject. It turns out, she doesn’t have to, as the man continues speaking anyways. “It was such a shock, when it happened, one day, she was there, and the next, she was not, and our parents deemed it too dangerous to stay here, because what if the same thing happened to my youngest sister too? I think it was partially because the memories here were too painful for them. We moved out the next day, barely had any time to get our stuff. I never thought I would see this place again.” The man says.

    Clover is reeling. Did the ghost do this? Did the ghost kill someone? They hadn’t killed Clover, though, hadn’t done anything to Clover except mess with her a bit. And yet, here is this man, devastated at the death of his sister. 

    “I’m sorry that happened to you.” Clover says sympathetically, not knowing what else to say. What else does one say, when a stranger is in your house crying?

    The man shrugs in response. “Thank you for saving all of this. It means a lot, remembering the good moments with her instead of only the sad ones. Ah, I should be the one sorry, unloading all of this onto a stranger.” He laughs wetly. “Hey, you haven’t seen a music box around, have you? It was her favorite.” He asks, and Clover tenses again, blinking at him.

    “It’s um. If I had to guess, it’s either upstairs or in the spirit world.” Clover says, and the man laughs in response. She doesn’t know how to tell him it isn’t a joke. At least it seems to have distracted him from his grief.

    “That’s fine, do you mind if I go look for it really quick? I would probably be able to find where it is, and it would be nice to see the rest of the house again.” The man says, and Clover doesn’t quite think that it’s the best idea to let him near the ghost that killed his sister, but she also doesn’t want to say no when its something that is obviously sentimental to him.

    “I um. I don’t think that is the best idea?” She says awkwardly. “But I guess if you really wanted to…” Clover says, gesturing towards the stairs. “Just be careful, I suppose.”

    The man tilts his head at her, and then starts to go up. “If I would guess, it is probably in her room, or the room attached to her room. She used to call it her secret hideout, but it was really just a glorified storage room our parents allowed her to make forts in.” The man says, and Clover can only feel dread as he goes toward the ghost room, which was apparently his dead sister’s room. She doesn’t want to interrupt his stories, though, and so he continues on into the room. The door to the storage room is open, and she can see things have been moved around.

    “You really should get a heater for this room, it’s always been one of the coldest in the house.” The man says, as he turns and looks around in the dresser in the room. And then Clover sees the ghost. Outside of the room, which she didn’t even know they could do. The man hasn’t noticed them yet, and Clover tries to gesture to the ghost to stop, to go bac. The man is continuing to ramble on about stories from the past.

    The ghost doesn’t listen to her. She doesn’t know why she expected them to. They are just standing there, silent, staring at the man, with wide eyes. Clover isn’t an expert in ghost facial expressions, but she can tell that something is wrong. They are looking at the man with the same expression as they looked at the music box.

    The man turns around then, presumably to ask Clover something, but he catches sight of the ghost and yells, scrambling backwards, and Clover winces. She remembers when that was her. The man looks terrified, and then confused as he stares at the ghost that is staring back. And then Clover, watches, bewildered, as his expression turns hopeful.

    “Icee?” He asks,  and Clover feels a shock go through her at the words. The ghost slowly, slowly nods, and the man reaches out to touch her shoulder. His hand passes right through and he shivers, looking disappointed. He turns to Clover. “This is real, right?” 

    All Clover can do is nod, and the man looks like he is about to start crying again. She leaves the room. This doesn’t seem to be a moment she should be a part of.

    Instead, Clover heads back downstairs, to the pile of pictures. She looks closer at the middle child. Now that she is looking, she doesn’t know how she didn’t pick up on it before. The ghost looks different from the person in the picture, of course, and they look younger in the picture, with skin that wasn’t frostbitten and brown hair instead of silver, but the eyes are the same shape, although the picture shows them as a vibrant purple instead of the the silvery gray Clover remembers of the ghost.

    She stays down there while the man converses with his dead sister upstairs, and she doesn’t say anything when he comes back down with red rimmed eyes. She simply helps him pack the rest of the photographs and load it into his car. On the way back from it, he speaks up for the first time since going upstairs. “Uh, if it’s not too much to ask, can I come visit them, sometime?” 

    Clover blinks in response. “I don’t see why not. I doubt they are going anywhere.” She says, and then pauses. “Um, by the way, what is your name? I forgot to ask it earlier, you were too busy looking through the photographs.” 

    The man laughs a bit before responding. “You can call me Slushee. And uh, my sister is Icee. Our parents thought it was funny.” He says. Then, he becomes somber once more. “Take care of them, ok?” Clover doesn’t have to ask who he is talking about. She just nods, and waves as he gets in his car and drives off.

    Clover goes up the creaky stairs and through the room into the storage area. “So. Icee, is it?”

    The breaker is off. Again. And Clover smiles as she goes upstairs, the stairs that she fixed a few weeks ago. They no longer squeak, and the wood shines with the sunlight streaming in the widows, which have new curtains. 

    She goes into a room that no one stays in, at least no one living, but she has decorated the bed with a new bedsheet and has put pictures on the walls. The frames may be new, but the memories shown are old and well loved, from what she can tell. Her breath freezes in here, and she lets out an involuntary shiver. That was a newer development, as the ghost occupying the house had moved when this one was cleaned up. Not that it is that clean now. Clover can see shoes thrown across the room. It's a way to keep in contact with the living world, from what she can tell, and she isn’t going to make Icee stop even if it means waking in the middle of the night from hearing a thump.

    Not that she could stop Icee if she tried.

    The music box is in the cabinet, and Clover very pointedly does not touch it. She has learned her mistake on that one, and it is obviously very sentimental to Icee. Clover walks through the room to the storage room, which has also been cleaned up. It has a pillow fort in it, and sometimes Clover will go in there and watch a movie or read a book, just relaxing. Oftentimes she feels a ghostly presence next to her. 

    A ghostly face pops up before she can get to the breaker arms held up and a terrifying expression on their face as they breath out cold air, and Clover pretends that she didn’t jump as she holds a hand to her heart and laughs. “Icee. Why would you do that.” She says to the ghost, who also laughs before disappearing again.

    The breaker is turned on once more, and Clover speaks again to the air around her. “Your dad called. He may come over tomorrow if that is alright with you.” She feels a cold puff of air on her wrist. Once, for yes. “Alright then. It’s settled. Are you up to watch a few episodes of atla?” There is another puff of air, and Clover smiles.

    “Alright. Let me just get my laptop.” She says. The air around her turns cold, a sure sign that her friend is here. The experience is definitely not one she would have expected to have, but it is the one she got, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[nabsthevulture]

Do you have any updated group shots of your skulls? I think I remember like one post you made a really really long time ago of the dog skulls but I cant think of any recent time

I dont have a picture of my entire collection as its spread between 3 different places but I've got a group shot of all the skulls I currently have at the apartment, minus a few messed up puzzles and the alligator. This is mostly canines, but theres a few other miscellaneous species in there.

This is maybe around???? 40% of everything including the pelts, skulls at the other houses, and the 3 full freezers of stuff. If I had the room I'd do an entire group shot with all of the skeletons laid out, pelts displayed, etc. I'd love to. But it's never going to be a full family photo unless I clean everyone up, and that's probably not going to happen soon lol

Also sorry for the shit quality on the picture

[hiperacid2]

Of Migraines and Bad Days - M. Izuku

wc: 0.9k -ish

cw: gn!reader(no pronouns used), a few pet names (baby, love, bug idk why but i threw it there and it stuck), kind of a sickfic? reader has a migraine, definetly not proofread

a/n: SUPER self indulgent, based on my migraines that make me throw up + cry bc of the pain and fuse myself with my blankets, i'm not that happy with the ending so might try writing another in the future? sickfics arent something i read willingly 🥲

It was fine one minute, the next it was like a drill trying to split open your skull, it hurt to breathe, the birds singing and the sound of your heart was like a stabbing wound and the sunlight made you want to rip off your eyes to make the pain stop. You swear under your breath, the day was already going so bad, work was hell with all the new interns, the trip home was horrible; you had to let go of two trains to ride one without having an elbow to the face, it was like everone decided to take the train today, one villain attack with hostages in your area, and with you now standing in the middle of your kitchen planning dinner, of course a migraine was bound to happen, it was too much to wish for the day to end on a good note.

"Motherfucker could not wait until after dinner" you mutter, "where's the migraine medicine?". Walking to the living room cabinet that has first aid kits and pain meds felt like having a heavy metal band doing a wild concert in your brain, but still bearable, at least you could still move on your own. But as said, the day was horrible and it was too much wish for it to end peacefully; you ran out of migraine medicine and forgot to refill it. Taking out your phone you call Izuku.

After 4 headpounding rings he picks up "Baby? is everything okay?" you grimace at his almost scream, he must be in a crowded street for him to talk that loud, or it may be the fucking monster of a headache incoming too. "No," you cut him before he jumps on an anxious rampage "but it's nothing serious, we just ran out of my meds and I have one hell of a migraine" the next words come almost as a sob, "could you please bring some on the way home?". The next time he speaks is almost as a whisper and you swear that if you could kiss him through the phone you would "Of course Love, my patrol hopefully ends in about half an hour," he pauses, "do you think you can wait a bit more than 40 minutes until i'm home?" you hum an affirmative, to which he continues, even more softer "in the agency infirmary they must have some of your meds, see you home, love ya!", and before you can force yourself to speak, he hangs up.

Knowing he isn't going to call again, you discard your phone in the living room table, and on the way to bed you enter the kitchen and take one of the gel packs out of the freezer whispering "this'll do until he gets home", every step feels like hell, and closing your eyes adds to the nausea. And if it wasnt so painful moving maybe you could wait Izu under the cold water of the shower. Once you make it to your room, closing the door behind you, you throw the gel pack on the bed and close the blinds until theres not a ray of sunlight visible, changing to comfy pjs and burying yourself into the bed between the fluffy pillows and blankets, now waiting for Izuku.

Between the pain, being drowsy from it and the relief of the cold in your head, time seems to pass quickly and you kind of fall asleep, because the next thing you hear is the soft click of the front door, followed by a soft "I'm home!". Finally, your savior is here with godsend medicine. After some time, the bedroom door opens barely enough for your husband to slip in, "Hi baby, here's some medicine and water" he whispers, barely audible "I've also asked Shouto to bring us soup from that place you like, if you feel like eating later" you hear the sound of glass hit the bedside table and feel the bed dip where he sits, and then a soft, careful kiss on your forehead.

That kiss was the straw that broke the camels back and you started sobbing, "Izu, it hurts so bad, I had the worst day in the world, everything went wrong the whole day," you sniffle "and I wanted to wait for you with dinner ready, but then it started to hurt so much I almost couldn't see", he shushes you "I know bug, take your medicine and try to sleep" you let out a watery laugh "stop making fun of me, I'm not a moth". "But look at you in this fine cocoon!" he hands you the glass of water and the pill, giving you a pinch in the cheek, and takes it back when you're done, "Now sleep, bug" you pout at the nickname, but it goes undetected due to the darkness of the room.

"Would you stay with me until I fall asleep?" He almost doesn't catch it, due to how low you said it, as if fearing he would ever said no to you. "Of course baby, but first let me take off my jacket". You pout at the loss of warmth, but as fast as he got up, he was back at your side, now inviting you in his embrace. "Thank you for staying Izu" and almost inaudible, but he could feel you mouthing "I love you" in his chest. After another kiss on your forehead, he starts to lightly pet your hair, and in the loving embrace of your husband, your last thought before finally falling in a painless sleep was 'I hope you're always there to make this migraines go away, it would be hell to go through them alone'.

reblogs are appreciated!!

do not repost or translate!! this work belongs to hiperacid2

[blackthxrntree]

I'm convinced the universe doesnt want me to have brunch for the following reasons:

I texted my nana to get a sourdough loaf while she was out. She didnt see the message until I rang her and at that stage she was on her way back.

Got some frozen bread out of the freezer. She put it in the microwave to thaw. lt got burnt.

Got different bread out of the freezer (brown this time, not ideal). Now I have bread that's one element.

Couldnt find a red onion to save my life until I eventually found one in the back of the press. The onions are now caramelising.

No double cream for the custard, used milk instead, pas grand chose. Actually had all other necessary ingredients for the custard thank god.

By now we've got caramelized onions, bread, and custard. It's not until now that I check the fridge to find goats cheese. I open the paper around the cheese. THERES FUCKING MOULD ON THE CHEESE.

Anyway jesus christ I just wanted french toast. The custard is in the fridge, the onions will be used on pizza tonight, and hopefully I'll be able to source decent bread and goats cheese tomorrow.

[dreamin-vegan]

WELCOME TO VEGANISM!!

So you've probably read my last post, and hopefully you finished the documentaries i directed you to. If you have you're probably wondering now "well what can i do about this?" good news i have things you can do!! If you do still have meat in your house and someone who's willing to take it, give them the list i showed you, and let them learn too, then take the meat you bought and  either toss it or give it to someone in your house that still eats meat. Now i know thats not the best option, as you still have the meat that you bought, or the dairy, or even honey, which we'll get into honey and all of that in a later post, but now we'll cover what you can do as far food if you have beans, rice, lettuce, veggies, or fruit, in your house right now thats a great start!!! but you'll need food for later on, so what should you do? go to your local grocery store and look for fruit or veggies you enjoy for snacking on, hummus, gardein "meat" and beyond meat, because we're vegan we still have taste (lol)  and then get some just egg, or if your store doesnt have that they might have follow your heart eggs, Both of which are great!! theres so much vegan junk food, because even though we dont contrubite to the abuse and torture of animals anymore we still want to treat our selves, and good news guys, we can still have oreos, spicy sweet chili doritos, and yes even takis, but thats a personal preference to either eat it or not, (NOTE NOT ALL TAKIS ARE VEGAN) now for milk, yogurt and creamer?? "what can i do about that?" you may be thinking and silk almond milk brand has all of the above, my personal favorite being the chocolate almond milk, and there are so many options most of which are in the produce area, aside from the obvious, fruits and veggies, there's tempah, tofu, hot dogs (and yes you read that right vegan hot dogs) and vegan bacon of the same brand (i havent tried that bacon so i have no knowledge on how good that one is) but also smoothies are great i love having smoothies, also putting fruit or berries in the yogurt is so good too.

Yes i know this post was rambles and it probably is hard to gather so i'll put in a small list for you for reference

PRODUCE

spinach

iceberg

cucumbers

bell peppers

*any veggies you like*

apples

black berries

raspberries

strawberries

blueberries

pineapple

tofu

tempah

broccoli

cauliflower

greenbeans

snappeas

hot dogs (lightlife brand)

bacon (lightlife brand)

FREEZER SECTION

gardien

(whichever one you feel like tonight)

beyond beef crumbles

beyond meat burgers

beyond meat sausages

frozen berries

frozen fruit

DAIRY SECTION (yes these are in that dairy section)

almond milk

yogurt (same brand as the milk)

kite hill sour cream and french onion dip

coffee creamer

DRY/CANNED GROCERY

rice

taco shells

taco seasoning

beans

canned fruit

fruit cups

thats all i can think of off my head as i write this but don't worry this list works i promise

and if you're not sure how to make these things or what to make with these things https://amzn.to/2SUTax9 this is a cook book for you guys to learn or get ideas to cook your new food on your new life style

[musterdbusterd]

A diary

By: me and friend

Oliver Bong Water: friend

Warm Trousers: me

Oliver Bong Water at 10:24 PM

Day 385: I'm running out of eggos, I hope someone rescues me from this hell soon....I won't survive much longer. It's freezing.

warm trousers at 10:28 PM

Day 386: an adult finally walked by the cooler. I screamed, but instead of opening it they laughed at me, and walked away. When will I ever escape?

Oliver Bong Water at 10:30 PM

Day 387: It's cold. So very cold, I scream for help but all I get is weird looks and chuckles from the common passerby, do they not recognize me as fellow man? I truly do not understand. Why must the world be so cruel?

warm trousers at 10:35 PM

Day 388: I have no water. I am thinking about starting a fire for warmth, and maybe I would be able to heat up the ice in here, and make water. But would that only burn down the place and leave me stuck in here? What a fool I was thinking getting my waffles would be easy.

Oliver Bong Water at 10:37 PM

Day 389: I have a lighter I stole from my mother's purse while we were getting Sonic before heading over here. I wonder after all this time in the cold, if it still works? I dare try it. I'll keep my journal updated on this painful journey of mine, maybe atlast I'll find some warmth? Possible escape? No. God wouldnt be that generous to give me freedom. My father always said start small to go big.

warm trousers at 10:43 PM

Day 390: I did it! I started a fire, but I did not think far enough ahead I had to burn my food supply and now I'm even shorter on food. Good news though, I found some pot in the back I think it was probably from someone else who had previously gotten stuck in here, so I can now have a steady supply of water.

Oliver Bong Water at 10:46 PM

Day 391: I saw my mom for the first time in a while. Streak of luck? No. All she did was smile and laugh at me saying "What are you doing in there honey? Silly girl." I can't even rely on my mother to save me anymore. It's okay though. I've survived this long. Why can't I survive longer....right?

warm trousers at 10:51 PM

Day 392: it's very boring in this place that I might as well call it home. I try to keep my mind off of what's going on. I started drawing faces on the boxes and talking to them. I named one Lisa Lisa or Her more formal name God. I have yet to come up with names for the two others, maybe I'll think of one later. I mean I have the rest of my life.

Oliver Bong Water at 10:54 PM

Day 393: I've decided the names for 2 other boxes shall be Caesar and Suzie Q. I guess... They just have a pleasant ring to them. We've all become great friends within the span of the day. I dare say, this has been the best day here at the hellscape I call home.

warm trousers at 10:58 PM

Day 394: I have found a vent in the back of the freezer! I am going to explore it. I need to be able to find my way back if I go to far. Finally hope!(edited)

Oliver Bong Water at 11:00 PM

Day 395: It appears to be colder in here than in the freezer....but I guess thats to be expected. I wonder how my friends are doing? Probably fine. I've explored I'd say half of the vent so far? Every so often theres a light similar to the outer area of the freezer. No matter. At some point I'll run into the end of this tunnel. Or possibly a hatch? I don't mind either I just want to get me and my friends out of here.

warm trousers at 11:06 PM

Day 396: I have hit a dead end. The vent is much harder to navigate then i expected. I have become turned around, and now I am hungry and can't find my way back or out. But as long as I keep my hopes up I may be able to leave this jail.

Oliver Bong Water at 11:10 PM

Day 397: It's very cold...however I hear tiny pat pats. As if someone else....or something......is in here with me. I see a familiar face tapping towards me...it-...it's. Lisa Lisa. And or God. She's come to save me but before I can thank her. I feel a drowsiness, possibly due to lack of warmth? Lack of water? I pass out sooner than I'd expect.

warm trousers at 11:17 PM

Day 398: I wake up and immediately set up which causes the whole world to spin. Ones it stops I look for Lisa Lisa or God. She I not there. I just want to leave with my friends. As I dragged my self through the tunnels I see a light. Finally my effort to leave this hell was a success.

Oliver Bong Water at 11:21 PM

399: I walk out into the light embracing the warmth of it. At last. But...something. Something? Some people were missing. I began to panic thinking about what could have possibly happened to Lisa Lisa, and even Caesar and Suzie. I recollect myself and set off into this new warmth looking for the freezer we were all trapped in. Hopefully, they were safe.

warm trousers at 11:25 PM

Day 400: I set off into Walmart on foot looking for that hell I was forced to call home. Walking up and down the store aisles, I finally find the cage that my friend are trapped in. We will all be free soon.

Oliver Bong Water at 11:30 PM

Day 401: I open the freezer door, I have to walk to the back to get them, I see them! There they are! The only people that'd treat me like a human as opposed to a funny caged animal. I tell them I've come for them. I turn back to the freezer door. It's closed. In a fit of rage I hit the glass of the door. It..It breaks? I could've done that the entire time?! No matter. Me and my friends have been freed from this hell at last. They follow me out into the Walmart ignoring the staring passerbys and glass on the floor. We're free. But what will we do next? My own parents have abandoned me. Maybe start a nice cafe with my friends? Possibly start a traveling band? Time will tell my tale. And possibly, this journal that has served me through the entire year in that hellscape.

warm trousers at 11:32 PM

The end

[missjackil]

My 12X18 Opinion

The Memory Remains First I want to say, that now I’m really upset that there is now a 3rd episode this season where Dean never says Sam’s name. Its never happened in 11 years and its happened 3 times so far this season, and it’s hurting my soul, as though they’re trying to, I dont know, errase the bromance? I mean seriously, where is the bromance this season? If this was the first season Ive watched of this show, I wouldn’t think Sam and Dean were any closer than normal standard brothers. Bitch about the Carver era all you want, but it didnt lack in bromance at all! Ok, lets get to the episode. It was decent, confusing at some points, pretty suspenseful near the end, and it was nice to have it mainly just Sam and Dean. Theres been way too much air time wasted on side characters this season.  The boys looked really good, and as you know, that is of high importance to me :D but Im really not liking the BMoL just walking in to the bunker, that just aint right since its their home now, but I know the boys wont like that either and will hopefully get better locks and booby trap the place! So, Dean gives the kid back his joint, that was cool... would have been better if he kept it and even better if he smoked with him.. Sam too of course lol.  So Ketch kept the picture of Mary. Not like Dean isnt going to notice this... I dont think he will be happy at all. My first thought was “oooooh Ketch can see Mary looks the same now, he might think shes a monster!” But then Im thinking, nah, he knows she got brought back from the dead, or at least knows she doesnt look old enough to have kids this age, so Im guessing he’s in love, or maybe obssessed?  The bug was planted, I had thought the boys would say something that gets them in trouble... like something about Sam’s demon blood, or Dean having been a Demon, or their relationship with God and his sister... something that makes the BMoL want to kill them for being Monsters on top of being rogue hunters. But, the bug is still there, so Im sure they’ll say something they shouldnt. There’s time eh? It made me sad as Sam and Dean talked about no one remembering them in 100 years. It gave me feels for them, and for this show and these characters that I love so much. But they have books written about them on the show, and even have books here in the real world. Not to mention a whole TV series that might be archived away somewhere in 100 yrs, but I hope 100 yrs from now, 500 years from now, they still somehow make someone as happy as they make me. Then the carving of SW DW in the table hit me in the face with the feels.  Now we know they at least have season 13, and most likely 14 as well and they definitely have not said 14 is the last, so theyre really not near winding down, but the last 2 seasons have felt like they are and my heart is already breaking.  Anyway, does Dean seem odd to anyone else besides me? Like, sometimes, not always. The whole not saying Sam’s name has me really bothered obviously, but aside from that, he seems to have a bit of immaturity that hasnt been around since the early seasons. Im not saying I dont like it, its cute, and maybe its just because theyre not in an “End of the World” situation this season so he’s a bit more chill, but when he was in the freezer in this episode, I felt like he was confused, like mentally, he kept swinging at meat, I wasnt sure the god was even really in there with him til Sam killed it. (YAY for Sam getting the MOTW again!) Sam has changed this season too, again, not a bad thing. he seems more mature, more confident, and a bit parental towards Dean more than he would be normally. This can all be how theyve grown since last season, or, it could be a plot thing that we dont see coming? I know something is gonna go down we dont see coming, because even Jared said he had no idea “it was going there” when he saw the last couple scripts, and was happy the writers can still shock him.  Its not on next week and Im sad.... freakin hiatuses!! So on a scale of Bloodlines to Swan Song, Im gonna give this one a 6.5. Its worth a rewatch when I get to it again but mainly for the melodrama at the end. My world revolves around good brother moments, and that was a really good one. I just hope they bring back the epic bromance that has kept the boys breaking the world and making catastrophic decisions for the 11 years before. 

[ecotone99]

I work in an ice cream van and they left me some disturbing rules....

(Before i start, thank you Isabella for helping me out with this project and someone said it was short on r/nosleep so imma post it on here!!!!!!)

Hi, my name is Grace and I work in an ice cream van. I know, not the ideal job for a 28 year old but it pays the bills so why not. Basically it's a silly job. It's just serving kids and making them fat. The different types of icecream are

*Kitkat *Cookie dough *Mango *Chocolate, caramel, volcano *cherry *Blue moon *Blue berry *pistachio and *lemon and lime (this is important)

Anyways, it was my first day on the job. It was a sunny, Saturday morning. I could feel the sunlight beaming on my face. “Its one of the hottest days this year” my manager said. I stepped into the ice cream van, “Its air conditioned” he said again “so hopefully you wont get hot”. “Anyways, the rules are on the counter top, near the freezer” he said before walking away. I looked around the van "wow, its surprisingly clean" i said to myself while walking to the rules. I picked up the paper, it looked like it was a long list so i got comfy on the drivers seat and read it. It read,

"Hello, if you're reading this then you have decided to sign up for the 'i scream for ice cream' company, where the flavors are nice and theres a low price, anyways you already know mike (the manager), he'll call you at about 8:30 pm to tell you when your shift is over. The first thing is,

By 2:45 pm, you may see a little girl with blonde pigtails and a purple/pink dress, if you see her then go to the freezer and give her a Mango icecream. If you don't get this correct than you will face the consequences. She'll walk off but as soon as she takes her icecream, floor it in the opposite direction to where she is walking.

Once you drive away from the girl, you should see a sign with the st name called 'water river road', drive up to 567 (it should be on the front of the house) and drop them a dead racoon (it'll be in the back of the van)

Next, drive up to 'sarah road' and just do it like normal. The way to 'sarah road' should be on the gps, on the passenger seat.

It should be about 3:00 by now, you can take a small 30 min break than go straight and turn left, then you should see a shed with 'hãh hãh hãh' graffitied on the side. Remember to bring a blue berry icecream with you. Go in and listen very carefully, go through like this, straight, left, left, right, straight, right, left, right right. You might hear screaming from different places but just ignore them. By now, you should see a girl (any age) crying for her mum. Give her the blue berry icecream then continue up the staircase on your right. You should see your van than floor it.

By 4:35, you should see a black cat scratching at the side door, pick it up and put it on the passenger seat, next to the gps. This will protect you from any demons running near your van.

Next, put on the radio and see what song it is, if its any song, than you're good, but if theres the ice cream tune, stop at the nearest house and ask to use the bathroom. After 20 minutes, you should be good but if you see orange goo with tentacles mixed in with it in your van, stay for another 10 minutes.

By 5:00, you need to go to a kids birthday party, once you go there (the way is on the map) you will see a young birthday boy, give him and his friends ONLY cookie dough icecream, just say you have no other flavour. Leave by 5:45 and just say that you need to finish your shift.

After that, just do your normal shift and then mike will call you. If you break any of the rules above then we are no longer able to help you.

Sincerely- 'I scream for Ice cream' management team"

I thought this was dumb, "nothing this weird could happen" i thought until a little girl with pigtails and a pink dress came up to my van.

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[nabsthevulture]

DISCLAIMER: This post is not meant to be shocking or gratuitously gory. It it meant to show a process in specimen cleaning for research purposes. This animal was collected as roadkill and was not taken for the Express purpose of being shocking.

The old Male coy.ote I picked up last night. I didnt get any good pictures of him but once hes totally frozen, I'll pull him out and take some better ones and get my data collected.

Like I said before, he wasnt dead for very long and isnt slipping or pulling even slightly. Theres very mild bloat to the stomach and rigor had only set in on his legs and tail. I cant see any COD externally so the best assumption I can make is that he was struck and had a lung punctured, or perhaps consumed some kind of poison. I wont know until he gets broken down, but based on the way I found him I know he traveled after his initial injury.

I had to remove the basket that held the raw coyote skulls to make room for him, but hopefully that freezer will get considerably more roomy this next week or so. I'll have the house to myself and I'll be banging through projects to give myself more room and get some shop stock started. My project backlist is currently rather insane so I am more than happy to get some of that out of the way.

Hes very handsome, I hope to get better pics tomorrow for sure.