The Meeting

Here’s part three in “Chances”

Read “The Letter”
Read “The Call” 

Words: 1000

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           You had just gotten home from work when there was a knock on your door. You weren’t expecting anyone, so you had no idea who would be knocking. You went to the door and looked through the peephole, nearly screaming at who was there in the hallway.

           You opened the door, “J … Jensen?”

           “Hi, Y/N,” Jensen Ackles was standing at your door, “I hope you don’t mind, but I really just had to meet you.”

           “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

           “Is that good?”

           You nodded, “Very good. Umm … come on in. I just got home from work, so I haven’t really done much around the apartment.”

           “Don’t worry about it,” he followed you in, “I think it looks great.”

           You didn’t know what to do. You felt so awkward just standing there, “I’m really trying to not freak out here.”

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I still can’t believe I am Going to America soon to work around Actual Wolves.

I don’t think it’s going to sink in until I’m actually there. But I’m super proud because I remember every canid’s name now! And I’ve started memorising all the info I need to know to give tours!

I’m so Ready!


My trimmer is an absolute gem! He sent all these lovely videos and photos of Joe to me while he was out with him! <3 Definitely lost some muscle but he certainly looks fat and happy and enjoying his holiday! Wish I could pop a fly veil on him though (even though it’d probably fall off pretty quickly)

Enjoy your holidays, precious noodle son! :D

When your horse gently nudges you and sniffs your entire body for signs of treats and you enjoy scratching them behind the ears and their hot breath warming you up, and then they hear something and their head shoots up and hits you in the face so hard that you feel like they’ve knocked all your teeth out and broken your nose.

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Working on our Back Jump feat. my butt 

On October 14, 1912, Teddy Roosevelt was shot just before his speech. Because the would-be assassin’s arm was jostled, he missed Roosevelt’s head and hit him square in the chest. The bullet, slowed by a 50-page copy of the President’s speech and his steel glasses case, didn’t hit any major organs, so he just asked the audience to quiet down while he went ahead and spoke for another hour. Source

“Friends, I shall ask you to be as quiet as possible. I don’t know whether you fully understand that I have just been shot; but it takes more than that to kill a Bull Moose.”

First page of speech:

John Schrank, would-be assassin, and his revolver:  

Chest X-ray:

“In the very unlikely event of the wound being mortal I wished to die with my boots on.”