LOOK AT HOW FAR SHE'S COME

liampayne: My close friends and family know there are very few times when I’m left speechless… wow!
I’m incredibly happy to welcome our new baby boy into the world, it’s a moment that I will never forget for the rest of my life and my favourite memory I have so far. I’m completely in awe of his incredible mother and how she has been the whole way through this, she’s really made my dreams come true. We haven’t named him yet but he’s already capturing hearts including mine. I feel very blessed.
Happy Mother’s Day everyone!

cherylofficial: On Wednesday 22nd March Liam and I became parents to an incredibly beautiful, healthy baby boy, weighing 7lb 9 and looking like a dream. Although he still doesn’t have a name he is already stealing hearts. We are all madly in love and overwhelmingly happy with our little arrival. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers around the world. A day that now has a different meaning to me forever 💙

anonymous asked:

Reyna was quiet for a moment, looking down at her papers. She seemed to get her thoughts together and finally said, "As far as I'm concerned, Nico is his real name," she said. "However, I don't know what his birth name is. Even if I did, that's something he'd have to tell you himself. It's not my place to tell," she said calmly. Will nodded. He understood where she was coming from. "Right," Will said. He wasn't sure why he wanted to know so badly, but he found himself wondering how he could ask.

“Thank you,” Will spoke in a sigh, letting out a rush of air speak his gratitude. Nico groaned loudly across the room and Will figured his time talking to Reyna without getting caught was probably up. “Really, thank you. I think he’s waking up now, though, so I should go make him eat something.” Reyna nodded as Will glanced over his shoulder. “Will?” She called his attention back to her. Will hummed in response. “Take care of him.” It wasn’t a suggestion, but Will wouldn’t dream of ever doing anything to hurt Nico. “Of course I will,” he smiled. Reyna seemed satisfied with his answer just as Will heard a quiet croak from across the room. “Will?”

The second sneak peek of 6x14 killed me. It’s like a sum up of all the reasons why I LOVE Once. The message behind it, hope, happiness and strength to keep on believing that you can read on Emma’s face. The importance of family. The amazing character development that everyone in that room has experienced, but most of all Regina: I loved the little pause and that look exchanged between her and Emma, it was a look of joy and surprise that meant the world to me, especially before that HUG. It was like an acknowledgment by the two of them: look how far we’ve come, we truly are a family. I LOVE their friendship. This amazing cast that spreads emotions in such an incredible way. And Emma’s joy, just like it did in the past episodes, brings a HUGE SMILE to my face, I can’t help it. She was so beautifully happy from the defeat of Gideon and the embrace of her destiny, but since when she found the ring she is glowing. She simply believes. And, man, it makes me believe, too.

Thank you, Once. Thank you, Emma Swan.

me: *opens mouth*

my friends: YES WE KNOW, YOU LOVE COURTNEY “FORMALLY STAR-SPANGLED KID, CURRENTLY STARGIRL” WHITMORE, SHE IS YOUR DAUGHTER, YOU ADORE HER WITH EVERY FIBER OF YOUR BEING, AND YOU WANT TO FIGHT DC FOR THE A/TOM S/MASHER ROMANTIC SUBPLOT BECAUSE IT’S GROOMING–

me: *opens mouth again*

my friends: AND YOU DREW HER IN JACK’S JACKET BECAUSE YOU APPRECIATED THE GESTURE AND DC JUST SIDELINED IT. IT LOOKS GOOD, YOU CAN DEFINITELY SEE HOW FAR YOU’VE COME SINCE YOU STARTED DRAWING AGAIN.

it’s just…… so sad.

my mother has always told me stories about growing up with sexism, when women were barely doctors, when my mother’s teachers told her women can’t do this and this and this, how time and time again she has been targeted for being a woman, and with this election, my mom was so excited to be able to vote for a female president. because that would have shown how far we’ve come in her lifetime alone. she would say that she was so happy and so proud to be able to vote for a woman and to have her daughter (me) voting in the most important election of [my mother’s] life. she texted me the morning the polls opened and said she was the first one there and that she even wore a pantsuit in honor of Hillary and how even though people gave her dirty looks, she was so proud and so happy to have been able to vote for a woman despite all the changes women have faced. i was happy for her (regardless of what Hillary may or may not have done). i even had a little hope that maybe, maybe, it might happen. it should have happened.

we had probably the most qualified person to ever run for presidency face someone the least qualified and she lost.

i was the one who stayed awake to watch the results. i was the one who, in horror, shame, disgust, anger, texted my mother at 2 in the morning to tell her that trump won. i was just so disappointed. i wanted so badly to be the one to tell her that her dream had come true. she texted me later in the morning and said she was in shock and she felt like crying (which i had been doing since the results came in)

it’s just so crazy that not only was the most qualified candidate defeated, she was a woman who was defeated by a blatant and proud misogynist, a racist, transphobic, xenophobic, homophobic, a rapist, a child molester who brags about being able to get away with sexually assaulting women and girls because he’s famous.

yes, we’ve come so far in america with women’s rights, but not far enough. millions and millions of people chose to knowingly elect a rapist.

i am terrified for women’s reproductive rights, for equality in the workplace, for all the sexual assaults and rapes that are going to get blown over even more than they already do because, hey, the president did it. the president told us to just grab women by the p*ssy.

i am terrified for everyone else affected, not only women (which includes trans, nonbinary, anyone who identifies as a woman, etc), but for LGBT+, for people of color, for immigrants, for anyone who isn’t Christian, for the people who aren’t ridiculously wealthy, and for people who aren’t even Americans, because the elections in America don’t just affect the US, but the world.

Her smile is made of gold, so beautiful and so radiant but if you take a long look at her you will see her smile is made up of scars and wounds. You will see just how far she has come and just how strong she has become.
—  Tenari Ioapo

anonymous asked:

I love sasuke and Sakura they've always been my fave characters so I have a question what are your top 3 Sakura moments, top 3 sasuke moments, and top 3 sasusaku moments 😁

TOP 3 SAKURA MOMENTS:

3. The moment she moved to protect Sasuke from Gaara with her life:

Because this demonstrated such courage, and it showcased just how far she had come since the Forest of Death. In that instance, she was paralysed with fear in the face of adversity. Now, she looked death straight in the face, only this time, she chose not to move. Sakura was fully aware that she was absolutely powerless to stop Gaara, yet she put her life on the line to protect Sasuke in any way that she could. It was one of those instances in which the person’s body “just moved by itself” because she only had a split second to think as she saw Gaara heading towards Sasuke with a killing intent. This was also the scene that made me 100% certain that Sakura no longer had any form of crush on Sasuke; she loved him, through and through.

2. The moment she awakened the Byakugou Seal during the war and went smashy smashy:

Because how awesome was this scene? She turned the battlefield into her own personal playground, and demonstrated extreme and even frightening levels of strength, much to the shock and awe of everyone in the Allied Shinobi Forces (well, apart from Sasuke of course). It was also during this scene that Hashirama, “The God of Shinobi” himself, all but confirmed that Sakura was well on her way to surpassing her master.

1. The moment she made the single most epic entrance EVER:

Because I’m a fanboy of fierce looks (just refer to this post for evidence of that), and in this scene, Sakura displayed the biggest “Don’t FUCK with my family” look I had seen in recent memory. In Sakura came to save her husband and daughter, and did so by rupturing every internal organ in Shin’s body with one punch, and then proceeded to give that exquisite look. Such badassery! :D


TOP 3 SASUKE MOMENTS:

3. The moment he admitted his loss:

Because this was the moment where the Curse of Hatred was effectively eradicated. Sasuke had overcome his hatred, and was finally able to embrace the Will of Fire fully; the main goal of Part 2 had been achieved, and it was really nice to see him genuinely smiling again.

2. The moment he protected Konoha from a meteorite:

Because this moment was the epitome of badassery, and it remains my favourite scene from The Last. There Kakashi and a platoon of other ninja were, at the mercy of this huge meteorite, and in comes Sasuke to destroy it and save all of them while stating his desire to protect the village while Naruto’s not around, thereby cementing his position as one of Konoha’s joint top protectors. He would then disappear as quickly as he appeared… It was just cool man, it was just cool! :D

1. The moment he awakened his Mangekyou Sharingan:

Because this moment… This moment… It was 200 chapters in the making; ever since Sasuke first mentioned the importance of killing your best friend, I knew he’d awaken the Mangekyou at some point or another, it was simply a matter of time. And when he finally did, it was just such an “Oh shit!” moment, not only because of the power boost that it signified, but also because of his words as it happened - he intended to crush Konoha. This was the point at which shit really started to hit the fan, and I was very hyped! ^_^


TOP 3 SASUSAKU MOMENTS:

3. Chapter 181:

Because this was an iconic chapter and arguably one of the most crucial and biggest turning points in the entire series; and its sheer significance was huge. All sorts of different references and throwbacks to this chapter would be made throughout the manga, and would always serve as Sakura’s main incentive for never giving up on Sasuke. Sakura earnestly confessed her love for him, and while sincerely grateful for everything she had done for him, he simply couldn’t deter from his path; he deemed it too late. However, this was enough for Sakura to realise that this wasn’t the only path available to Sasuke. Thus, from this point onward, Sakura would strive to make Sasuke realise that a better future was still within his grasp, regardless of whether he felt as though he had no choice but to walk the Avenger’s path.

2. The forehead poke:

Because this was Sasuke’s ultimate expression of affection, and he used on Sakura of all people. Sasuke had been saved from the darkness and hatred that had been holding his heart captive for so long, and now that he was able to see things with clarity, and embrace the love that was offered to him, the feeling was finally enabled to grow beyond platonic companionship into something more; he was beginning to see Sakura Haruno for who she truly was. It was also a nice touch that Sakura was finally able to look directly into Sasuke’s eyes as he demonstrated his affection for her, because Sakura had asked Sasuke whether or not she still had a place in his heart in 693. Well, this served as a rather elaborate answer to her question :)

1. Their intimacy in Gaiden Chapter 9, with Sarada looking on:

Because when you remember all that Sasuke and Sakura have gone through with each other, and then you see a panel like this, it just evokes so much emotion, because you know that they’ve come such a long way. Whenever I look at this panel, I just think to myself “well done guys, I’m happy for you”. Even though times were difficult, they were working through them together and were fully supportive of one another as husband and wife. It was really nice to see. Furthermore, the fact that this was what assured Sarada that there was indeed genuine love between her parents, made this scene that much better :)

Look we might hate this storyline, and that they showed Lincoln’s death again, but this is the show acknowledging how fucking far Octavia has fallen, this is the show recognizing, as clearly as possible, that she is in the wrong, and that to come back again she’s gonna have to atone for her shit. That’s the best possible way for that scene to have gone tbh.

  • Episode 1: Princess Star is given a magic wand and sent to Earth where she makes a new best friend to fight monsters with.
  • Episode 28: Star sets out to find her kidnapped mentor, who is being held hostage by her second greatest enemy under the control of her first greatest enemy, and possible relative, which she inherited from her mother. Still trying to keep her inner demons at bay, arising from her jelousy at her soulmate dating another.
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Just How I Like It

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Isaac

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,768

Originally posted by m-atilda


           I glance up at her, scribbling in her notebook, and her tongue is peeking out of the corner of her mouth slightly.

           Isaac comes up behind her, whispering something in her ear and she looks startled. She jumps in her chair, slamming her notebook closed before shoving it away from her slightly.      

           “So what have you found so far?” He asks me and I look up quickly.

           “Nothing. I’ve found nothing, absolutely nothing.” I grumble in irritation while tugging at my hair in frustration. “What about you, Y/N? Did you find anything useful? You’ve been writing in your notebook non-stop for like an hour.”

           “Oh, just a few things, possible ideas. Nothing too useful yet, definitely nothing share worthy.” She say quickly, inching her fingers towards her notebook that’s made its way closer to my side of the table. “Anyways, I just remembered that my mom needed me to go run some errands while she’s at work so I’m just going to go.”

           She grabs the notebook quickly and stuff it into her backpack before swinging the bag over her shoulder and leave the library before I even have time to say goodbye.

           “Well, someone seems a little jumpy.” Isaac remarks, raising an eyebrow at her empty seat and I shrug, pulling my notebook towards me. “Alright well Scott and I are going to go and see if we can catch the Alpha pack’s scent so I’ll catch you later.” He adds, getting up from his seat, and I nod at him in farewell.

           I flip the notebook open and am greeted with Y/N’s neat handwriting. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if maybe she added some things into my notebook to combine out notes together.

           He slides a finger into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit and she throws her head back. “Fuck, right there Stiles,” She says, moaning in satisfaction.

           I scan along the page, reading a few sentences here and there and my face flushes immediately when I see my name, and my dick tightens in response.

           Holy shit. I think to myself when I realize what I was holding in my hand. Y/N hadn’t been doing research for the past hour, she’d been writing smut. My eyes scan down along the page again, reading a bit more and I shift in my seat; very, very detailed smut. I take a shaky breath before shoving everything into my backpack and rushing out of the library to my car, anxious to head home and read the rest of the holy grail that I’ve stumbled on.

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           I search through my backpack frantically, dumping everything out on to the floor desperately looking for my notebook. Finally I find it, flipping it open and all I see if a messy scrawl scribbled all over the pages. A sense of panic surges through me as I stare at the endless notes on possible leads and various supernatural creatures that could be in Beacon Hills. I bite my lip, trying to breathe in slowly, desperately trying to contain my freak out. This is Stiles’ notebook, and if I have his notebook then that means that he more than likely has mine and I hope to God he hasn’t opened it yet.

           I grab my keys off of my desk and run down the stairs of my house. I’m out the front door and in the driver’s seat of my car within a minute. I pull out of the driveway and make my way to Stiles’ as quickly as possible. I pull up in front of his house, jumping out of the car and slamming the door behind me.

           I’m panting slightly when I get to the front door, banging against the wood loudly. I tap my foot anxiously, waiting for Stiles to open the door. Finally, the door budges and I see Stiles staring back at me in surprise.

           “Y/N?”

           “I have your notebook, figured you might need it.” I say quickly, holding it up to show him and he quirks an eyebrow at me.

           “Come on in.” He turns away from the door and I hurry in behind him, turning to close the door.

           “Right so you probably didn’t even notice you had the wrong notebook,” I start to say as the door clicks shut and he presses up against me, pushing my chest tightly against the door. His hands smoothing over my hips as he moves my hair away from my neck and presses a few soft kisses to the skin there and I feel like I’m going to melt. “Stiles, what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly and it comes out in a soft moan and my head falls back against his shoulder.

           “Nothing,” He whispers against me, his tongue tracing patterns against my skin before tugging my earlobe in between his teeth. “Just let it happen.”

           I try to convince myself to pull away from him, to stop this and find out why he’s doing this, but all I can think about is how good his hands feel against my body. He slides his hands up, cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently and I let out a mewl of pleasure. I can feel him harden as he presses roughly against me, his erection digging into my hip before he turns me around to face him.

           I look at his face, searching for answers but all I can see are his eyes dark with lust; staring back at me as if he had been wandering the desert and I was the only thing that could quench his thirst.

           His hips press against mine as he leans towards me, pausing for a moment just millimeters from my lips, flicking his gaze up to meet mine as if to see if I’m going to stop his and I bite my lip unintentionally. A look of pure lust washes over his face and a low growl escapes from this back of his throat before he slams his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up as if I weight nothing. I lock my legs around his waist and he keeps me pressed tightly against the wall, pinning me there.

           He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it and I moan against his lips. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, battling against mine before exploring the inside of my mouth as if he wants to taste every inch of me. My hands make there way from the nape of his neck into his hair and I fist my hands into his messy brown hair, causing him to groan in appreciation.

           He holds onto me tightly, walking us up the stairs, his lips never disconnecting from mine. When we get up to the second floor he makes his way across the hall, kicking the door to him room open. He drops me onto his bed and I lie there panting slightly.

           “Stiles,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath and his lips are on mine again, silencing me. His begins kissing along my jaw and down my neck and I tilt my head to allow him better access. “We need to talk about this.” I say, barely able to get the words out before I moan again.

           “No we don’t,” He mumbles against me, “Think about it later.”

           He continues kissing down my neck, pulling down the collar of my t-shirt before planting a few soft kisses along my clavicles, and tracing his tongue along where the bone is visible. His hands slip under my t-shirt, his warm hands caressing up my stomach before he tugs it over my head.

           Once my shirt is off he looks at me in awe, my bra pushing up my breasts making them swell, and he begins tracing his thumbs over the simple black lace. He nips gently at the newly exposed skin, sliding his tongue down along the valley of my breasts and I whimper. I arch my back and his hands reach around me to unclasp my bra and pull it off of me.

           “Holy shit, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He groans and I can feel a blush coloring my face. He presses his hands against my chest, kneeding my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden under his hands. He takes a hardened peak into his mouth, sucking on it and I moan, dragging my hand through his hair before pressing his face tightly against me. “You’re tits are fucking perfect.” He rasps, his voice thick with lust as he takes my other nipple in his mouth and all I can do is moan in response.

           “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He moans, trailing open mouth kisses down my stomach and I whimper. In one smooth motion he’s pulled my skirt and panties down, leaving me bare to him. I shiver as the cold air hits my core where wetness is quickly pooling.

           He sucks roughly against my hip, leaving a dark purple mark before repeating the same action on the other side. His lips work over the inside of my thighs and I squirm in anticipation of him getting to where I need him most. Slowly, his mouth moves nearer and nearer to my core.

           “Stiles, please,” I plead, my need for him mixing with desperation.

           “What’s wrong baby girl?” He breathes against me and I shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against my center. “Tell me what you need.”

           “Anything,” I whimper, begging him, “Please just do anything.”

           He sticks his tongue out, licking slowly along my slit from my core to my clit and I shudder against him. He continues sliding his tongue along me languidly, as if he has all the time in the world and it feels like complete torture. I buck my hips against him, desperate for more, and he uses his hands to hold my thighs down as he continues his sweet torture.

           He swirls his tongue around my bundle of nerves and I let out a loud gasp, my head lurching forward as my back arches off of the bed. “You taste so fucking sweet,” He mumbles against my core, sending vibrations shooting through me and I writhe against him. He slides a finger into me, keeping rhythm with his tongue and my eyes roll back into my head at the sensation.

           “Won’t you make some more of those pretty noises I love so much, baby girl?” He asks, curling his fingers inside of me to hit that perfect spot and I let out a loud moan. He pulls his fingers out of me, reaching them out to my lips, offering to me and I open my mouth slightly. He slips his fingers into my mouth and I slide my tongue around them, sucking against his fingers and he looks at me, his mouth slightly wide.

           “Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says, returning his mouth to my core and I wrap my legs around his head. He continues licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue over me, making it impossible for me to contain my moans when he pulls away from me suddenly and I whimper at the loss of contact.

           He pulls me towards him, pressing his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth and I can taste myself on him. I capture his tongue with my lips and suck on it, making him moan against my mouth. His moan triggers something in me and I tear his clothes off of him. His shirt goes flying across the room as I tug at his pants and boxers, throwing them to the floor once they’re off of him.

           His erection springs up proudly and my eyes widen slightly. I grasp his length in my hands and lets out a sharp intake of breath. I lick a stripe up along the underside of his cock before swirling my tongue around his tip and he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. I take him into my mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of my throat and he thrusts hard against my mouth. I bob my head against him, hollowing out my cheeks and I slide him in and out of my throat, pressing my tongue along a prominent veins and he shudders.

           “Your mouth feels so good, baby girl,” He groans and I moan at the nickname. The sound sends vibrations shuddering through him and he bucks his hips against me. I pull him out of my mouth slowly, sliding my hand up and down his length, pumping his firmly before taking his length back fully into my mouth. “I’m going to come,” He pants and I can feel him twitching in my mouth before a warm liquid trickles into the back of my throat and he throws his head back as his orgasm crashes over him. I slide my tongue along him, licking ever drop of his release before pulling him out of my mouth with a pop.

           “Fuck, I knew you had a wicked mouth but I didn’t realize you could do that,” He pants and I smirk at him. He pulls me towards him, flipping us so that I’m underneath him. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’m going to take good care of you.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

           He slides into me, slowly, and I moan loudly. “You’re so fucking tight.” He breathes out in a pant as he slides out of me and back in and I whimper.

           “Fuck, Stiles, I need you.” I say, wrapping my legs around his hips and he begins pounding into me. I lift my hips up in rhythm to his thrusts, making it to where he hits that perfect spot deep within me every time and I drag my nails roughly down his back. He holds onto the headboard tightly with one hand, the leverage allowing him to thrust even more deeply into me.

           I can feel the pressure building inside of me, a fine sheen of sweat lining his forehead as he continue to slam into me. I look up at him through half lidded eyes, and he flips us again so that I’m straddling him. I roll my hips against him, riding him quickly and he one hand against my breast while the other hand is quickly rubbing against my clit, quickly bringing me closer and closer to my release.

           “F-fuck, yes, just like that, Stiles,” I moan, my voice coming out raspy and he leans up slightly to replace the hand on my breast with his mouth. He sucks on my nipple roughly as he applies more pressure to my bundle of nerves and all at once my orgasm slams into me. I clench around him, throwing my head back and screaming his name repeatedly, as he continues to thrust into me to prolong my orgasm. My orgasm pushes him over the edge and I can feel him twitch inside me as he begins to pulsate. His eyes close tightly as he comes undone underneath me, releasing with a shudder. He slumps back against the bed and I roll off of the top of him trying to capture my breath.

           He wraps his arms around me, pulling me towards him as my chest rises and falls rapidly.

           “Holy shit that was amazing,” I say, my voice barely louder than a breathless whisper, “It’s like you knew just how I like it.”

           “I read your notebook,” He admits guiltily, pressing a kiss to my temple and I choke on a breath.

           “Oh my god you read it?” I ask, embarrassment flooding my face and he lets out a low chuckle.

           “What do you think gave me the courage to make a move?” He asks and I shrug, “Besides, it was probably the most useful research I’ve ever stumbled across.” He adds, capturing my lips with him and I kiss him back passionately.

           “So, can we talk about everything now?” I ask hesitantly and he nuzzles his face into my neck.

           “What’s there to talk about? You’re mine now and forever. You’ve always been mine.” He mumbles against my skin and my heart drops into the pit of my stomach at his words.

           “Just how I like it.” I whisper, cuddling in closer to him, and he presses soft kisses into my neck before pulling a blanket over us.

Things I can't stop thinking about after episode 10 (spoilers)

-Ren teaching Nora how to read and write and all of the things she missed out in growing up without a family
-Nora showing Ren how to survive and helping him recover from losing his family because she’s been there; she knows what it’s like
-The two of them learning how to fight because neither of them want to feel helpless anymore
-The day they get accepted to Beacon they both hug each other and cry because just look at how far they’ve both come

Basically these two precious children who must be protected at all costs.

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Stiles x Reader

Requested By Anon

Part One


Then she just vanished.” Stiles finished explaining and Scott frowned.


“Like she’s gone vanished?” Scott asked and Stiles rubbed his hands together.


“No, she’s in my room just no one can see her… I mean I took her to Deaton and even your Mom but they’ve got nothing, Deaton’s keeping an eye out for anything that could explain it but there’s only so long your Mom can pretend (Y/N)’s sick.” Stiles rambled on and stopped at his locker.


“Do you need me to skip practise and help?” Scott asked as they waited for the rest of the pack to gather round.


“No, I can’t make practise again anyway.” Stiles sighed and Scott shot him a questioning look. “Whenever I take my Lacrosse stick to far it vanishes and appears back with (Y/N), by the way she has your old bike keys and she can’t give them back till this whole thing gets sorted.”


“How come we don’t go back to (Y/N)?” Scott muttered as he shifted his bag and slammed his locker.


“We do, Deaton told me to test it.” Stiles mumbled and slammed his own locker shut as they headed over to the pack. “Got seven miles away and me and Roscoe ended back in the Vet’s parking lot.

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