My, My

clotpolesonly:

for day 3 of @laurahale-appreciation week: Femslash!! some Laurallison fluff because i can never have enough Laurallison in my life


Laura hefted the compound bow into position, pulled, and immediately let go. “Good god, how do you even do this?”

Allison’s laugh was downright delighted. She clapped her hands, head thrown back and long neck a pretty cream in the bright sunlight. Laura had a hard time pulling her eyes away but she managed it eventually.

“No, really,” she said. “This takes so much work. Drawing this thing hurts muscles I didn’t even know I had, and I’m a werewolf! I’ve got literal super-strength. I can lift a car over my head.”

“Of course you can, honey,” Allison said easily. “And you can do this too, if you’re not a baby about it.”

Laura’s mouth fell open in indignation. Allison’s eyebrows rose in an undeniable challenge and Laura narrowed her eyes in return. She did lift the bow again, though, so she figured Allison was probably winning this round so far.

Of course, she had already won, really. She had gotten Laura all the way to an archery range when Laura had been swearing for weeks that she had no interest in it at all. That was what Laura got for making bets with her girlfriend—Derek had told her a dozen times that her competitive nature would get her into trouble someday. This probably wasn’t the kind of trouble he had meant, but still. Laura now had proof that being a werewolf might help with speed and strength and reflexes, but it did fuck-all for aim.

Which didn’t make her any more confident with the weapon in her hand. She dragged it up to eye level, struggling to keep the nocked arrow in place, and took hold of the string. Again, pulling it back took far more effort than seemed reasonable, but she persevered this time and held it steady.

Releasing the arrow made the entire bow jolt alarmingly, and the arrow not only went wide but also only made it halfway down the course. It was sort of pathetic and Laura huffed in aggravation.

Allison laughed again. Laura wanted to be mad about it but she was such a damn sucker for Allison’s laugh that she could barely muster up a pout. A pout which Allison seemed to think was adorable, damn it.

“Here,” she said, tugging the stupid bow out of Laura’s grip. “It’s all in the stance.”

Allison nocked a new arrow with the smoothness of long practice. When she drew back the bow, it was steady and confident, and the arrow flew straight and true to hit the bulls-eye dead on.

Laura would’ve liked to say that she was paying attention the stance Allison was demonstrating, but it would be a lie even a human could sniff out, so she didn’t bother. Instead she hummed and reached out to dance her fingertips along Allison’s bicep, tantalizingly bare in her flowery tank top.

“My, my,” she said teasingly. “What big, muscly arms you have.”

Allison rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight a grin. She wrapped one arm around Laura’s waist, reeling her in close, and said, “All the better to hold you with, my dear.”

“And my, my, what sweet lips you have,” Laura said. Just as she’d hoped, Allison obliged her with a kiss, deliciously flavored with cherry lip gloss.

“I’m sensing a bit of a role reversal here,” Allison murmured without pulling away.

“Is that a problem?” Laura whispered back.

Allison kissed her again. “No.” The hand on Laura’s waist slid downward, over her hip and further, making her heart race with the thrill of being naughty in public, even if there was no one else on the course. But instead of a grope, Allison pinched her. Laura yelped. “But you trying to get out of your archery lesson is.

Laura groaned long and loud, but Allison just grinned at her wickedly and shoved the bow back into her hand.

“You’re so lucky I love you,” Laura said.

“Quit whining and let me do that thing where I get all up close and personal under the guise of teaching you.”

For once, Laura did as she was told. Having Allison pressed up against her back was no hardship, after all. When Allison paused the lesson to press a wet kiss to her neck, Laura decided it might even make the whole thing worth it.

shinpaci:

“You’re not allowed to do that, okay, you’re not allowed to, to fucking,” Stiles’ voice hitches and Derek stops breathing, “to send me off. I can’t walk away again, I—”

“What?” Derek’s hands grip the upholstery. Fear rolls through him, the mouth of a wave, but he thinks maybe there’s something hopeful there, too, “Stiles.”

Stiles’ heartbeat is so loud. He whispers, “Don’t make me say it, Derek. Please.”

The enormity of his words makes Derek’s body clamp up, aching, arthritic. He looks down at his hands before he speaks again. 

“You love me.“ 

Stiles closes his eyes. The car is warm, and Derek has never felt so cold.

PSA to all now that is is Pumpkin Spice Season

renstability:

From someone who worked at starbucks. If you have a milk/dairy allergy AT ALL. DO NOT. I repeat. DO NOT. Drink Pumpkin Spice.

It contains dairy IN the syrup that is used to make the drink. Even if you get it made with soy, you will still be getting doses of dairy in there. 

Depending on the severity and intolerance it can and will cause reactions. I found that as a barista I was constantly warning people about the dairy in the product. No one ever seemed to tell them that there was dairy in the mix. More times than I can count I heard people realize that’s why they kept having reactions, or that’s why it made them sick.

People legitimately do not know that pumpkin spice no matter what you do will always contain some amount of dairy.

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My new kitten, Tawny, decided she wanted cuddle time.  She’s still figuring out how to keep her balance when sitting in laps.  Apparently, she looked a little evil in this picture.

she is definitely plotting something’s demise

I mean she’s gonna kill you, but in the cutest damn way possible.

I love that everyone is in agreement that she is adorably homicidal. XD

(Honestly, though, she was just adjusting position as I was taking pictures, she was being a little love-bug and demanding all the snuggles right then.)

The worst part is everyone thinks she’s gonna kill /you/ when she was mad cause you were paying attention to /me/

This is true, she was actively attempting to claim attention from me while we were doing stuff.  She was most displeased that my hands were busy.

cathyworld:

casual reminder that… derek and stiles have each other’s phone numbers

#NO NO NO WE NEED TO BACK TRACK #LIKE HOW DID THIS CONVERSATION GO DOWN?! #was it derek? #was it some gruff approach of #’now give me your number before you go inside there’ #and stiles’ incredulous response of ‘what? no way.’ #and did derek roll his eyes and his whole head and just grab stiles’ phone from his fingers #all clutched protectively to his chest as if derek were about to crunch the plastic into pieces? #or was it something casually spouted out by stiles#a ‘dude #gimme your phone i gotta put my number in there.’ #and did derek look at stiles as if he had lost his mind or told him to take off his shirt AGAIN #and did stiles just shake his head and mutter something under his breath #and just tug at derek’s coat #a silent ‘just give it to me stop acting like a five-year-old’ #and did derek just stare at stiles as he punched in the numbers #with that open naked expression of his #and did stiles delay giving it back so that he could look through derek’s contact list #and these are THINGS that need to be shown (via mydearsourwolf)

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bluandorange:

all Bucky wanted to do was get some more tea and now this. Thanks a lot, Sam. You had to fuckin’ tell him, you ass.

Aggressively Progressive Steve Rogers is so what I’m  here for.

STeve would unleash and be all “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH WHOOPING COUGH SUCKS?! DO YOU?! DO YOU REALLY?! ARE YOU FUCKIN’ STUPID?! BUCKY, TELL THEM HOW I BROKE TWO RIBS! TELL THEM!”

Omg, new headcanon, Beleaguered Bucky Barnes being grabbed by the shoulders and practically lifted into camera view by Steve shouting about how Bucky needs to confirm some terrible illness because no one else is alive form that time to corroborate any of Steve’s claims.  Bucky shyly telling the reporters that yes, Steve did indeed have that thing adn yeah it is dangerous and Steve jumping back into frame like “I told you!  I TOLD YOU IT SUCKED SHUT UP JENNY MCCARTHY!”

“AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE?! POLIO!”

“Steve you never had fucking polio-”

“YEA BUT IT STILL SUCKED! KNOW WHAT STOPPED IT?! VACCINES!”

“Oh my God, Steve.”

“I DIDN’T EVNENKNOW WHAT THAT SHOT WOULD DO TO ME BUT I TOOK IT!”

“Steve, that’s… That’s not really a good argument.”

“I DON’T CARE FOX NEWS NEEDS TO STOP USING MY IMAGE!”

“Steve, doll, calm down.”

“I VOTED FOR OBAMA!”

I love everything about this post

And all the while Sam is just laughing his fucking ass off and Bucky is wondering if he could just go take another nap for a few years.

Okay but imagine the savvy pediatrician who shyly sends Steve a message at Avengers Tower. She loves his message. Loves it. Wants to know if she can give her vaccinated kids a sticker of the shield because she wants other parents to subtly get the message, and of course what kid doesn’t love Cap? She’s no graphic artist, but she got a picture of the shield off the Internet …

… two weeks later, a box arrives at her office. It’s an order of shield stickers, very clearly actually produced by a graphic artist. Some of them sparkle, some are metallic, and some of them say “Protecting my friends by protecting me!” for the older kids who can appreciate the idiocy of the anti-vax movement.

There’s also a hand-written note with Pepper’s personal address at Avengers Tower listed on it: Contact us when you need more. No charge. Keep fighting the good fight.

They end up going on sale after the pediatrician’s colleagues see them and want to pass them out. Steve insists that any profit they might make should go to the March of Dimes. Tony and Pepper barely talk about it before they go “do you know how little it costs to produce stickers, Steve?” and decide to donate the entire sales cost. They’re not expensive to sell, either, but it adds up.

Vaccination rate goes up. Being an anti-vaxxer stops being trendy and starts being seen as living in the dark ages.

Steve Rogers, everyone.

It got better.

Much better.

This started out great and *kept getting better*.

The post I wanna reply to is gone, but it’s possible that Steve had polio and didn’t know it! Most cases are actually not severe/paralytic and many children recover completely, but post-polio syndrome could partly account for his trouble with muscle mass and easy fatigability years later.

I will always repost this.