i swear i am okay

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I Iove Abby. She is so sweet, fluffy, and sassy. Everything is a little better with her. It’s tough not having a cat in Milwaukee. I think the kids I nanny would enjoy a cat like Abby. She is demanding and not a fan of being held, but I swear she knows when I am not okay, because at my worst moments I can always find her and she lets me hold her a little longer than usual. (plus, she hates my dad as much as the rest of us if not more)

Okay, I really really adore @camilleflyingrotten​‘s Hannistags verse? Like, I LOVE IT. So I… tried to write something for it. Very big translation thank you to @pieofthelord​ and @camilleflyingrotten​ who helped me do Hannibal’s lines on precious little context, I do apologize for that. Other people who speak French, feel free to critique the French once you see how it lines up.

Following on the heels of the last installment


The winter still hasn’t passed yet. There are mild days when I can go out, forage, stretch my legs a bit, but most days I stay curled up in my… our cave now, I guess.

I’ve let him stay with me. Not like I can make him go away, lord knows I’ve tried! He’s pretty handy to have around. At least I’m not hungry anymore. He’s always bringing me things to eat, especially now that he’s figured out I like food more than flowers. It’s sweet, the way he watches me eat with a pleased look on his face. Kinda creepy, but sweet.

And he’s good to have during the night. He must be a mountain stag, he’s got this thick coat that grows all over his body; it’s double-layered, long and bristly on the outside, soft and plush on the inside, very fit for winter. Unlike me, I have a glorified scarf, REAL useful. He puts his back to the door when we lay down for the night to protect me from the draft. I’ve tried moving around, away from him, but he always pulls me back in front of him. It’s taken some getting used to, but… at least I’m not going to freeze to death anymore.

(And his coat is very VERY plush once you get your hands in it. Sometimes I run my fingers over his chest, his fur is so deep I can’t even see my fingers through it. He’s so soft and warm and… but it’s not like I like him! He’s just… handy. Keeps me from dying. That’s all.)

During the day he goes out for long stretches most of the time. Sometimes he comes back with a huge kill, HOW he takes them down I’ll never know, but that’s probably how he got his ear ripped to shreds, taking down something bigger than he is. Or fighting with another stag. I’d hate to see the other guy if that’s the case.

But sometimes he doesn’t come back with anything at all. I don’t ask him where he goes or what he does, mostly because he wouldn’t understand me if I did. But then sometimes he just follows me around, watches me strip bark to build traps or collect grass to make twine.

“Quel travailleur appliqué,” he says, lazily watching me from the first rock to melt all the snow off it, “Est-ce que c’est comme ça que tu te débrouillais, avant que notre rencontre?”

“You know, if you don’t collect resources now, you’ll be playing catch-up all summer,” I nag, stretching for a branch I want to strip.

With a surprisingly quiet whisper for his bulk, he steps over to me and breaks off the branch with hardly a thought. I stare up at him, study his face as he patiently waits for me to take it, and look away briskly, not even saying thank you. I walk away and he follows me, always three steps behind. I’m never out of his sight when we’re together like this. I try not to enjoy it.

Somedays though it’s FAR too cold to go out. Those days are… interesting.

“Bonjour, bel éphèbe” I hear him murmuring to me as I wake up, “Je ne pense pas que tu seras capable d’aller danser dans la forêt aujourd’hui.”

“Mmmm…” I lift my head out of his arms and look over his shoulder. The cave entrance is COMPLETELY stopped up with snow, “Oh my god! We’re blocked in!” I scramble to my hooves and scratch at the ice, but it’s thick, it won’t budge.

“No no no! Don’t tell me I’m stuck in here all day with… with you!” I pull on my ears, panicking as I turn back to him.

“Attends quelques jours, ça aura vite fondu. Nous aurons juste à profiter au maximum d’être ensemble.” He speaks unhurriedly, as if he’s completely fine about being boarded up inside four walls. Maybe he is; I don’t really know anything about mountain stags other than what I know about him. I, on the other hand, can’t stand the idea.

I turn back to yell at him and for the first time I notice the puddle behind him, his damp fur, and the snow crystals still stuck to him. He bore the cold and wind all night for my sake.

I relax instantly and approach him cautiously, “Is that… are you cold?” I reach out to brush the ice from him.

He raises an eyebrow, bemused, completely mystified by my sudden caution.

Hesitantly I flick off some of the snow and ice, “Are you cold?” I repeat, then mime shivering, rubbing my own arms, “Cold.”

Recognition dawns on him and he laughs hysterically, voice bouncing off the walls of the cave.

“Je supporterai bien pire pour toi, mon doux faune.” he smiles, holding out a hand to me. I guess he’s not cold then.

I take his hand and he pulls me onto his chest and abruptly rolls me over onto the wet spot.

“EEEK!” I shriek, wriggling under him, trying to get away from the cold. He laughs uproariously again like he’s just played the biggest prank in the world. REAL original.

“It’s fucking cold! Get off me!” I shove at his shoulders, trying to push out from under him, but he pins me there, face pressed against my chest as his laughter subsides.

“Tu es tellement adorable quand tu cries” he grins at me with a knowing twinkle in his eye.

“Fuck you,” I pout. I have no idea what he said, but I know I’d take offense to it. He just smirks and continues to pull me back when I try to squirm away.

I guess we’ve found something to do then. Annoy the fuck out of each other.

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Because I’m still very salty about that person calling me a homophobe, I feel I have to state the obvious on this blog:

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I was watching Netflix, and I was dragged into watching Spartacus. I thought it would be a peaceful show to watch, because Rome history is so satisfying, but ten minutes there is already sex, and just action. Two episodes later, more sex. Five episodes later, more sex and more fighting. I don’t really know what the plot is, honestly, but I’m going to finish it through because why not? I can promise you guys that I’m not a sex addict– I just think it’s interesting. Not the sex– More of the action, and just the relationships are that developed in this crazy ass show. Some of the characters are so likable, and mostly all of them had sex once or twice an episode. They even had a sex club for a while– I hate myself for watching this, but it’s so fuckin’ good. Sex or not, I love the history behind it all.

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Some light fluffiness for the Dramione fandom, particularly @colubrina because she made my day better and I would like to help hers a little.

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STANCHEZ FANCAST 

Rick Sanchez- Peter Capaldi (x)
Stanley Pines- Jeffery Dean Morgan (x)

okay i know i am totally unoriginal with Capaldi as Rick but lets be real he is a spindly, swearing old man and JDF would be the type of stan that would simultaneously kick your ass while protecting you from harm