coyote packs

so i went to plaid pantry and i got my grape soda and whipped cream and i was on my way back when i saw a dog across the street from me. i looked over and another dog walked up to it and i was like “nice, double dog”.
i kept walking and a minute later i saw a third dog and i thought wow these dogs look like big foxes. oh wait they’re coyotes. but no one else on the street was acknowledging it? so i figured i was just Too High.
Then a couple minutes later, a big truck full of kids pulls up beside me and starts waving at me so i take my earbuds out and someone says “dude, you know there’s a pack of coyotes following you?”
if being hunted by coyotes in downtown portland on the way back from getting munchies isn’t Northwest Gothic idk what is

lil things i love about firebringer

this accidentally became rly long. lmao sorry

• molag’s turtle shell shoulder pads

• lauren i think is singing alto parts in a lot of the songs? and she is usually a soprano right? we got an alto lead kids i’m v happy

• when they go to use a modern-day idiom but they stop halfway through because a word in the idiom wasn’t a word yet (“i don’t wanna be around when the shit hits the … i don’t even know what”)

• tiblyn bowing down and dancing & stuff with her arms still in the air

• “keeri JUST invented dancing”

• EMBERLY’S HAIR that must have taken forever to brush out

• chorn can only SAY chorn but it can SING other words

• “it’s not yet been scientifically proven how big the turtle we live on top of really is”

• jemilla’s freakout when she finds out the duck isn’t a god

• keeri just fucken gnawing on a rock in the background

• meredith cutting off the band to change them to another musical theme

• keeri copying zazzalil’s movements


• at the end of welcome to the stone age “chorn!” “ha, yes!”

• “it’s happening!!” “what a lion is befriending a little baby pig and now they’re hanging out ??”

• schwoopsie’s squirrel tie and dandelion microphone

• emberly’s really frantic body motions all the time she literally can’t calm down

• “you know how sometimes there’ll be a pack of coyotes feasting on a rabbit, and there’s one small coyote who’s being kept from the meal?” “yeah,” “I’m like the rabbit”


• ducker’s face when tiblyn puts her arms down and the sky doesn’t fall

• “she is the spirit of the river! i know this because i saw her standing by a river once”

• “don’t be mean to lauren!”

• smelly balls dancing alone onstage at the beginning of the night belongs to snarl

• sexual tension between keeri and zazzalil JESUS



• the “light that flame” sequence

• the one guy in the band who has two vital lines in the show “time is frozen now” and “did you see that spark upon the wall”

• when smelly balls looks at the flame and says “what is that, a man?”

• in the night belongs to us when jemilla sings “I” while the tribe sings “we”

• choreography in climate change omg omg

• lauren’s super sassy flirty dancing throughout the whole show

• keeri’s supreme love of animals

• jemilla & zazzalil’s two completely different reactions to clark wrapping his arms around them

• “it’s grunt to see you too, grant!!”

• the slide noise when grunt holds up his self portrait

• when grunt asks emberly if he can paint her and it’s the most pure thing in the whole world wtf

• emberly’s lil dance in paint me aw

• “we TRUSTED YOU ZAZZALIL!!!” “who the fuck are you?”

• chorn & smelly balls brotp for life

• “emberly, you just shat out a fire.”

• “well, well, well, look who was wrong!!!”

• clark preaching from the band

• the whole song “together” jfc sorry it’s so gay & pure and i love everything about it

• ba-dum ch everytime schwoopsie says her own name

• when they’re petting snarl and the band starts playing the night belongs to snarl but in a major key

• snarl saying “tell my wife trunkell i love her” as he dies

• chorn’s weird body suit

• how much do u wanna bet they were having a “who can make the ugliest face” contest when chorn taps their foreheads. lauren & brian won


• those high notes jamie hits in chorn!!! get it!!!

• jemilla’s line “they need you as much as me” which could be interpreted as “they need you as much as they need me” or “they need you as much as i need you”

• jemilla & zazzalil proposing at the same time and then ducker marrying them seconds later

My prom is taking place across from a giant forest preserve. I’m going to meet Scrappy there, in the middle of the night, with me all decked out in makeup and a fancy dress, and kick his ass with a pack of coyotes that I’ve become the leader of. I’ll leave him bleeding in the woods and then storm the prom with my coyotes. It’ll be great.

Who’s a Good Boy? (Dean x Reader)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Length: 1667+ words

TW: Nothing but fluff here, folks 

A/N: I saw three dogs while going on a walk yesterday. It was a good day. I was inspired by THIS video right here (please watch it, and be prepared for your heart to melt, and I couldn’t help, but write this. Plus @winchesters-favorite-girl kept posting pictures of Eeva, and I really love her dog ;; So here’s some dog!Dean fluff! 

Dean hated witches. I mean, he hates all monsters in general, but he’s very vocal on his hatred for witches. This case just gave him more reason to hate them. Sam was down with a broken leg back in the bunker so it was up to Dean, and Y/N to gank the witch.

The witch had led them to a forest, the hunters on high alert, but kethat didn’t matter because the witch had enough of running. She casted a spell on them from a safe distance, letting the dust surround them before disappearing.

“Dean!” Y/N yelled, bringing attention to the dust around them, but it was too late. They had already inhaled whatever mystic powder she threw their way on them.

“Fuck!” Dean cursed. “We don’t even know what spell she hit us with.”

His partner didn’t respond. Instead, she leaned her weight on the tree closest to her. Her lungs felt like they were expanding, and collapsing at the same time. The blood in her veins felt like hot lava slowly pumping through her bloodstream, and yet she shivered, her skin prickling with cold dampness that came from her sweat. Her heart felt like it was racing, too fast to be normal, too fast to be healthy. A choked sob escaped her lips.

“Y/N?” Dean whipped his head around to see her lurched over. He ran to her, one hand on her back, the other cupping her cheek. “What’s wrong? What hurts?”

She couldn’t respond. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Dean ignored to pain that was starting to bloom in his heart. He ignored the fact that he could feel his blood pumping his heart, and the fact that it fucking hurts. He ignored the pain he felt all over because the blood in his veins were moving too slow, and too thick.

“Y/N?” he choked out, trying to push through his pain to help her with hers.

Then everything started spinning, and darkness overtook the two hunters.

Y/N came to first. She opened her eyes, finding her surroundings to be bigger, and monochrome. She tried moving her fingers to scratch the itch away from her cheek, but when she brought up her hand to her face, she found a paw- a small paw. She looked down finding a furry chest instead of her normal human body. Trying not to panic, she analyzed her surroundings, and her mind went to Dean. She found a German Shepherd near her, and Dean’s clothes surrounding it. She quickly ran to his side, nudging her paw against his chest, but when that didn’t work she placed her snout on his neck, trying to feel a pulse. Suddenly, he moved, and she backed up from him, trying to give him some space. He tried raising his hand to his head, but he found the same thing, a paw. His eyes widened, and he frantically looked around, seeing her. There was concern in his eyes as he scanned her figure for any injuries. He tried speaking, but only a bark came out, and Dean looked less than happy. She walked over, and nuzzled his chest once again to relax him. 

He looked around, trying to look for his phone, thanking Chuck for smartphones. He used his snout to unlock his phone, growling in annoyance at the rectangular device for moving around as he held it in place with his paws. Finally, he got it to dial Sam’s phone, waiting until he picked up before barking. Y/N rolled her eyes at his incessant barking. They could hear Sam’s confused questions as Dean kept barking at the phone. Finally, they heard him speak the words they wanted to hear.

“I’ll come find you guys. Just stay on the line.”

Dean just kept barking, and barking. Y/N’s ears perked up as she heard some howling from afar, she quickly leapt on Dean, trying to shush him. She put a paw near his mouth, missing his sharp canines. He got the message, and stayed quiet, realizing the sound of growling was getting closer. With their heightened senses, they could see a pack of coyotes approaching them.

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Malia x Fem!Reader

Malia’s heart sank as she heard the noise. She could hear it just as clearly as the alarm bells that told her lunch had started. Ignoring the pack’s call to her she barged through the busy corridor to the basement where she found you sat alone, crying.

For a moment, she watched you silently, she liked you a lot and your scent was so distinct, when it was warm you smelt like the grass near the creek and when it was cold or raining you smelt like a thunderstorm. But now you smelt like spilt petrol and burnt rubber, she hated it, deciding quickly that she’d do whatever she could to get you to stop smelling like that.

“Stop it.” She said sharply and you jumped, quickly wiping your eyes as you grabbed your bag and stared at your feet.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” You mumbled and she tilted her head slightly.

“Neither are you.” She glanced at the book that was in your hands and spotted the title, wondering if local mythology included her and if you’d want to see the pack on a full moon, perhaps you’d let her take care of you on a full moon and keep you safe.

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Having a Child with Malia Tate Would Include...

Requested By: Anon

☆ Malia would be so careful with them and cautious around them. It took weeks to try to get her to hold and feed the child. 

☆ When she got stressed out with the child, Malia would run off as a coyote. The whole pack would have to go and retrieve her to calm her down.

☆ Malia always believed she’d turn out like her mother, vengeful and seeking power, but you convinced her otherwise.

☆ After getting used to the fact of having a child, Malia would growl at anyone who tried to touch them without permission. 

☆ During sports games, she’d get angry at the players who pushed your guys’ child down. You had to assure the other parents that Malia would never hurt the other children.

☆ You had to teach Malia that children don’t completely understand sarcasm, and that they are more sensitive to critical comments than teenagers and adults. After accidentally making the kid cry twice, Malia taught herself how to give better compliments and reassurances to the little one.

☆ Malia wouldn’t care about the youngster’s grades or study habits which would make the child not care about grades, so you were the one who had to study with the kid and tell them that grades matter.

☆ She would eat the little one’s homework as a coyote.

☆ Malia was just a tad bit protective, so when there was a fight or something dangerous happening in town, she’d make sure you guys’ child was somewhere safe before she went off to fight. 

☆ She’d teach you and the youngster how to survive in the wild. 

☆ You all would go on campouts and hikes together as a family to bond.

A/N: This was requested! Thanks for giving me an idea because I literally had none. :) I hope this suits your needs… Be sure to like/reblog. I should probably say that requests are open, but oh well :P If you read this, request something!!!

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Bainbridge Island Gothic

the christmas lights are out again. you saw the men hanging them with their long, slender hooks.

there’s a beach, but you should never go there. it was all poisoned long ago.

no matter where you turn, you see black mountains scraped with white snow somewhere in the distance, but it’s too far to bother to go this weekend. you don’t want to spend all your time in the car.

new maple trees sprout in the cracks between the boards. it is very wet. naked roots look for earth that isn’t there.

you can’t remember if winter came or not. it was too dark, and you slept too much.

it’s summer and the island is beautiful. tourists clog the streets. there are no parking places left at the grocery store. you are slowly starving to death.

sticky pink cotton candy paint on the bench outside the sticky pink ice cream shop. you sit down. you can’t get up. it’s too hot today.

there is a box fan in the pharmacy, blowing stultified air over the displays, the cheap plastic ferry boats, the dusty tubs of balm barr, the old and aching bones.

no one you know owns a boat, but the harbor bristles with masts. you imagine burning every yacht.

the tastefully refined BMW is up to the minute and latest model. “Bernie Sanders 2016″ it says on the back.

there were whales in the sound today. the ferry was delayed. you didn’t see them.

the winds come roaring down in the autumn, but the evergreens never lose their leaves. branches fall. you heard someone was killed. there’s sawdust in the road.

you keep calling for a plumber but no one ever calls you back.

winter comes. you forgot how dark it gets.

past midnight. the coyote packs laugh and the deer scream.

the power went out again.

Nature always wins.

I wasn’t sure whether to put it in pettyrevenge or here since the effort was pretty petty but the results were pro.

This story takes place on my families farm. It’s a small hobby farm we bought about 10 years ago and has two lots cut off the front corners which were sold to two older couples before we bought it. They were both very nice and there was lots of space and privacy so life was good.

On the farm we have four dogs, but the two who will be the stars of this story are two maremma’s whose job it is to protect the farm and the animals from a very large pack of coyotes who roam the area. They do this by going to the edges of the property and making a lot of noise to discourage the pack from even coming towards the farm.

About a year ago the proverbial shit hit the fan. One of the couples moved into a retirement home and left the house to their son and his wife, unfortunately these two were the classic definition of city slickers. They jumped at every cricket chirp and frog ribbit and we’re especially upset when they learnt it was a 20 minute drive to the grocery store. They also brought a very small chihuahua and a very fat cat with them.

A couple of nights after the couple had moved in we got a phone call complaining about the dogs, that they were barking at the couple and threatening their cat. This was strange behavior for the dogs so we apologized, and brought them to meet the couple so the dogs would recognize them as friends. While we were there we found out that they had been letting their cat roam outside at night, we told them that was a bad idea and probably bringing the coyotes in closer and forcing our dogs to come deal with the threat. A few hours later we went home thinking everything had been taken care of.

We were wrong. We continued to get phone calls complaining about the dogs on a daily basis and since you can only repeat yourself so many times we eventually gave up on trying to reason with them and started locking the dogs inside through the day as well as ignoring their phone calls. Since we weren’t responding anymore they called animal control, who having met our dogs on numerous occasions, told them they were being ridiculous. After about a month of daily calls to us and animal control we got a call saying that they had bought a gun and if our dogs came near their property again they would shoot them. This was not something we wanted to risk so we immediately went out and installed an invisible fence around the property closest to the house and barns that absolutely had to be protected, this left almost a kilometer of land between the dogs and the couple and made sure they would not be protected (harassed) by the dogs any more.

About a week later we found out that their cat had been killed and eaten by coyotes almost immediately after the fence had gone up and a month after that they sold the house and moved.

I was more than happy to see them go but I do feel sorry for the cat.

Saskatchewan Gothic

They call it the land of the living skies. You don’t know who They are, but They aren’t wrong, the motto on the license plates is less of slogan and more of a warning. You can feel it hum and breathe down your neck, a constant beckoning. Those less careful than you get caught and consumed by that delirious blue.

At dusk, you can hear a pack of hunting coyotes howl - a few, then dozens, then hundreds of snarls and yelps, layers upon layers of barks and screams. You say, “Coyotes don’t hunt in packs.” Your friend, not turning from the TV, says, “You’re right.”

Deep in mid winter when the horizon and the sky become blurred by fog and ice, the news caster announces, “The sun dogs have finally appeared!”. Sweat on his brow, he pulls anxiously at his shirt collar. No one leaves their homes that day.

You sigh as you sit on the curb of your street, “There’s nothing to do,” you whine. Your friends agree, “There’s nothing you can do,” they all laugh, softly at first but building up, rising, hysterical and teary eyed. You don’t know what they mean, but you feel a heavy sense of dread. Their laughs are are loud and sharp, but hollow. It stings your ears. 

You spend your summer vacation at Last Mountain Lake. Everyone jokes that a mountain in the prairies would be a speed bump. But you know, you’ve seen it late at night, rising from the lake, giant endless, and silent. By morning it’s gone.

You often stare out into the farmers field behind your house. The wheat moves, waves, and bends to the wind, like an infinite golden ocean. In the distance you swear you see something breach the earth and crash back down, hidden. When the combines go out to harvest, you can almost make out mournful cries under the terrible roar of the thrashing engine. You aren’t allowed to set foot in the field, but sometimes you think you see blood on the bales.

anonymous asked:

hi, greer! I absolutely adore your blog (you seem like such a friendly, bright, knowledgeable person!) and your cats are totally lovely. my SO and i are both completely enamored with pangur and grim (we love sending cute pictures of them to each other when we need a little day-brightening), and I was wondering if you have a favorite story or picture of them being precious girlfriends?

oh man thank you!

huh, lemme try. this’ll be dull though, so heck off if y'all expect more. okay, there’s this pack of coyotes that’s like permanently grouped & howling in my parent’s yard? it makes me so afraid…when they howl, I creep about & make sure the doors are closed (even int he dead of winter), bc anxiety. don’t want them eating my potatoes.

SO half-dozing one night, I hear the howling start. I BOLT upright in bed, send Pangur flying, she screams & runs out & down a flight of stairs. gotta now go retrieve and reassure the poor weasel, carry her back up all those stairs, plop her onto my bed, n tuck the girl in. then Grim does her part by stalking over & washing ping’s head for a good 5 minutes. 

Pangur’s calmed, I’m calmed (bc I totally checked the doors while rescuing Pangur), and we all sleep. here’s the photo that resulted: