Jasper the husky mutt is a rescue who came to live with us back when we were still in town, we’ve had him 12 years and he’s about 13 now. He’s the ideal companion dog; super calm, low-key, super responsive to commands, and can walk through populated places off leash. Kimber (giant puff) is a Great Pyrenees/Anatolian Shepherd, our first livestock dog, she’s 7. Luci is a purebred Great Pyrenees, she’s getting bigger every day and 4 months old. Both livestock dogs came from farms and working lines and are distinctly stubborn, this is because LGDs need to think on their own to do their jobs and not rely on human direction. They are also prone to roaming if not adequately contained since they were bred to manage herds over large expanses.
Ah the fitful sleep and the fire engines That I dream of when I dream Some day we’ll both wake up for good I will try hard not to scream The evening wind will shake the blinds You’re stirring from your slumber We’ve got something hateful on our minds
The unnamed puppers, getting new experiences and exposure to things on the farm. This is an important period, farm dogs need to not only bond with their charges but get used to people and car rides and other things they will encounter, even if infrequently.
She’s enjoying some safe (digestible) rawhide alternatives to work out all her puppy chewing while Cream nurses our injured goat’s kid on the milk stand.
If I see sunlight hit you, I am sure we’ll both decompose
(Image description: Bea, an anthropomorphic green reptile with a frill wearing a black dress, and Mae, an anthropomorphic cat with blue fur dyed red at the very top of her head wearing a t-shirt and jeans, are laying together on a couch and staring morosely at the ceiling in a dark room. Bea is smoking a cigarette and Mae has her foot resting on Bea’s chest)
A/N: Here is the promised piece I mentioned that happened when I started writing for this one that was requested by a lovely anon and I ended up going off on a tangent, thus this one happened… Enjoy <3
see him, but you know he’s there. You can feel the heat radiating off his body
that lays next to yours. The last few nights have been like this; you go to bed
with him like you do every night but you don’t let him touch you and you
definitely don’t sleep. You spend the whole night laying there, trying hour
after hour, with no avail. You don’t let your eyes close in fear of the
nightmares and you don’t dare leave the room in fear of where your mind may
worried sick-to-death about you. Afraid that if he holds you, your frame that’s
become so small and fragile, might break. Scared that if he tries you’ll just
push him away even further. With every passing day you drift further away from
him, and further away from reality. The soul-crushing reality that you’re
trying to escape, but you have nowhere to go. So you stay, trapped in your
thoughts, in an almost catatonic state.
living through the nightmare in Mount Weather, the bad dream never ended. It
seemed like it was just loss, after loss; death, after death. This ‘Brave New
World’ has become too much for you. Your friends, family, and neighbors;
everyone. On the Ark they were floated, in that mountain they were lab rats, on
the ground they continue to be victims of whatever the next war is. It will
never stop and you’re not sure you can deal with losing anyone else. You’re
absolutely terrified of losing Bellamy even though he lays next to you every
night. He puts himself out on the front lines every day, and you can’t handle
the possibility of him not returning. His bravery; it’s one of the many reasons
why you fell for him, but it’s also the reason why you wish you hadn’t.
notice that you’re crying when you hear his deep voice asking you why. After
minutes of you being unresponsive, he weighs out the risk before acting on
something he’s been craving; he reaches out and lightly touches your arm. He
knows now is the time. It’s the first sign of emotion you’ve shown in the past
couple of weeks. The soothing motion of his fingers drifting up and down your
arm is enough to make your tremors go away. He continues to do this until your
breath evens and your left with quiet tears streaming down your cheeks. You
don’t stop him when he slips an arm under your torso to hoist you up so that
you’re sitting comfortably between his legs, leaning back into his chest.
That’s when you hit a breaking point; the tears start to spill uncontrollably
as your body shakes with wracked sobs. You can’t believe you actually thought
you could push him away for that long. His arms tighten around you, holding you
close. You can’t hear him crying over the sound of the pounding in your head,
but you feel his wet cheeks dripping hot tears on your shoulder.
have gone dry and so have his. The steady rise and fall of Bellamy’s chest
pressed against your back holds you together every time your breath hitches.
His face is buried in the crook of your neck, where his warm breaths fan over
your skin and make it feel significantly less cold. He slowly starts to sink
back down to a lying position, taking you with him.
you let your heavy eye lids close, you respond to his touch for the first time
that night. Your hands slide over the arms he has wrapped around your waist and
grasp onto his hands tightly as though to let him know you’re still there.
lost you. Now you’re here with him and he’s never letting you slip away.
After Gilrin’s parting words, all you could do was wander around aimlessly. No tears were shed even as your heart was ripped into a million pieces. You couldn’t have Thorin questioning you and murdering Gilrin. You just couldn’t which is why you were currently on a walk to visit your old chambers.
I actually posted a snippet of this first chapter on here, but didn’t really do much with it after. Yesterday, I randomly got inspired to work on it again, and ended up finishing this chapter, coming up with a title, and even working on chapter names. Don’t worry, I’m still working on “Stan-at-Home”, but I thought you guys deserved a fic chapter of some sort while I slowly chip away at it.
Summary: A shady company turns its eye towards the rare humans born with psychic abilities, and kidnaps them as infants on the day they are born. Only three people have ever escaped. On August 31, 1999, two newborns are taken from Piedmont, California. Two men, determined to bring the newborns home, find themselves back at the company that stole their childhood. Their names: Stanley and Stanford.
The evening wind will shake the blinds You’re stirring from your slumber We’ve got something hateful on our minds - The Mountain Goats, “Alpha Rats Nest”
The phone rang. Stan let out a loud groan. He blindly slammed his hand down in the
general direction the noise was coming from.
His fingers finally grabbed the phone, and he put the receiver near his
“Uh-huh?” His voice was thick from sleep.
a miracle I was even able to get out those two syllables.
“Stanley, sorry to wake
you.” Stan frowned. He recognized that voice.
“Stanford? Surprised you’re actually using a phone,”
Stan said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Instead of getting ahold of me through the
“Yes well, the usual way has its
downsides. One of them being that I
can’t let others talk to you. And there
is someone here that you need to speak to.”
“Uh-huh? And who’s that?”
“Our older brother.” Stan’s heart suddenly began to race.
“Wait, older brother? You- you actually managed to track down our
family?” Stan asked, startled out of sleepiness. Ford chuckled softly.
“It certainly took me long
enough. By the way, found out our last
“What is it?”
“Pines,” Ford said, in a tone
that suggested he was still getting used to the concept of having a last
name. Stan mouthed the name himself,
hoping for yet at the same time dreading a connection to this, one of the few
remnants of the life he could have led.
“Regardless, Mr. Pines-” Stan
“Can’t really take you seriously
“Mm, it doesn’t feel familiar,
“Nope. Not at all.”
“Well, regardless, Stan, our
older brother wanted to talk to you.
Here he is.” There was a
shuffling over the line. Stan swung his
feet over the side of the bed, putting himself into a bit more formal
position. Something that suited meeting
a long-lost brother better.
wearing pants, though.
“Stanley?” a voice said. Stan’s heart, which had slowed down somewhat,
began to pick up in pace again.
“Yeah, it’s- it’s me.”
“Holy Moses, I- Mom and Pops,
they told me that you and Stanford were lost.
Stillbirths. Never thought I’d
hear your voice.”
“I’m in a similar boat here.”
“Yeah, I suppose you are. Anyways, my, uh, my name is Sherman. But please, call me Shermie.”
“Shermie. You got it.”
have an older brother named Sherman Pines.
“And this- this is all going to
sound awful but, uh, Stanford got a hold of me at a pretty pivotal
moment.” Shermie let out a dry
laugh. “I mean, the first time I meet you
guys, and it’s to ask you a favor.”
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