Their murderous rampages on bee colonies have earned them the nickname ‘murder hornets’ from entomologists.

Behave yourself, fuckbucket, he told him, or I'll poke your weenie down the coffee grinder.

There was a momentary silence. Mrs. Oliver said: Is it twenty-to or twenty past? An angel passing . . . My feet aren't crossed—it must be a black angel!

I'm always happy to write some sappy Destiel one shot (a one chapter story, often focused solely on fluff, or pure cuddles) when writer's block is making work on Phoenix difficult.