my dog is at the cabin

Home again!

Back from the cabin! It was a great time. I read 26 books in 10 days - not quite a record, but a good number for me. ^^ (It wasn’t the only thing I did, either. Took plenty of time to do walking, swimming, biking, photography, play with my dog, all that stuff.) 

Anyhow. Gonna be catching up on Stuff for a while, but in the meantime - *hugs all around*

on how I inadvertently made my hometown haunted

I know I’ve shared this story before, but I can’t find it.

I grew up in a log cabin in the woods on the outskirts of a small rural town. It’s so small that it doesn’t actually show up on any maps - the only official marker is a small green sign on the edge of the road, and the longest-residing resident automatically becomes the mayor. We have a few houses, a gas station, a Masonic lodge, a Quaker church, and a couple of small graveyards. The rest is farm and woodland.

One day, I was visiting a school friend in the next town over. There were six or seven of us there, doing nothing but munching on pretzels, talking shit, and stewing in a questionable hot tub. I didn’t get out much, so this was a real party for me.

I stayed late because one girl I didn’t know offered to give me a ride home. I lived about 20 minutes away, but she didn’t mind - she liked driving country roads and wanted the practice. We were halfway there when I casually mentioned the name of my town and she nearly veered off the road.

She turned to stare at me in horror. “Are you serious?! I’m not driving there!”

“Why… not?” I had no idea what her problem was. It’s not like there’s a crime problem. Was it too far away? Was she going to leave me stranded?

“It’s super haunted. I hear so many bad stories about that place,” she said. I think my jaw dropped, but she was completely serious.

“What have you heard?” I asked. Haunted? And *I* didn’t know about it? Me, the kid who drank up ghost stories and urban legends like mother’s milk?

She explained how she’d heard stories about secret societies, strange rituals, black dogs, witches, mysterious gated roads, creepy houses, hooded figures roaming graveyards, and more. She was clearly terrified.

It took me a moment to process everything before I burst into laughter. Gasping for breath, I said, “That’s me! That’s all me! That’s literally all my family!”

My dad, a Freemason, had offered our woods as a location for rituals. My dog at the time, a black Labrador, was allowed to roam free. My parents often cooked over an open fire in a cauldron, either preparing food or chemical treatments for my father’s craftsmanship. Our log cabin we constructed out of pieces of old 18th century local buildings and is filled with oddities @. The hooded figures had been my birthday party, wandering the cemetery with lanterns ‘cause there was nowhere else to go.

“It’s not haunted,” I assured her. “That’s all just my family doing normal stuff. You can visit if you like. The scariest thing in town and the source of all these stories is already sitting next to you in your car, so what’s to fear?”

She did eventually calm down enough to drive me home, and we had a good laugh about it. I have no idea how far my town’s reputation for spookiness has reached, but I’m honored to be the inspiration of at least a few urban (rural?) legends.

the signs as stupid things i've done

aries: licked a chili bc i thought ‘it can’t be that hot’

taurus: stepped into an ankle deep puddle outside of the bus doors even though the bus driver warned me about it

gemini: bought my roommate cereal as a present but then hid it before she got home bc i was mad at her

cancer: made up a story about a man with a toy poodle trying to win a dog show and made myself cry

leo: been drunk and naked in a hot tub and yelled “daddy put some wood into our fire box” to a dad of some guy whose house we were at

virgo: spent the bus ride to the cruise telling everyone how they shouldn’t put their magnetic cabin key cards next to their phone bc it will erase them, then gotten to the boat and accidentally erased my own key card within 15 minutes

libra: hit a tree with a stick, making the stick break in half and the piece fly towards my face, giving me the only black eye of my life

scorpio: peed in a bush in front of a fancy hotel in a city centre, put my pants back on and walked to the street, noticed that there’s something in my underpants, put my hand into my underpants right there in the middle of the street and pulled out a handful of pine needles

sagittarius: cut a hole into my eyelid when i was trying to trim my false lashes while they were already attached

capricorn: bought a train ticket for the wrong month bc I was buying them two months in advance

aquarius: named a character ‘augustin rivers’ after reading the fault in our stars and thought it was very clever and original

pisces: googled for call of duty and typed in cod and just gotten pics of fish

the-pasta-pack  asked:

Hey, I've respected the work of Pack West Wolfdog Rescue for a while and am honestly a bit surprised to see that you're not going to be working with them directly anymore. Can you expand on the issues with the organization itself, which you referenced previously, that led you to this decision? Thanks!

I’m very hesitant to answer this question, but yeah, I can. I’ve been torn for a while about addressing this on the blog - I don’t want to undermine a growing organization, but I do think there are some things that, in the context of an organization I hadn’t personally worked with, I would feel that people should know. Since there are a couple of things that are serious enough that I’m no longer comfortable being involved with them until they’ve been addressed, I think they need to be talked about.

These issues were either not present or not readily apparent when I started working with them, but have occurred or become noticeable in the interim. It was not until recently that I put together the individual issues I was uncomfortable with into the larger picture that led me to choose to distance myself from them. I believe I’ve voiced my observations regarding all of these issues to Pack West either in person or by chat, so these are not unknown issues. 

My concerns are based on personal observation of how the facility functions during the two week-long periods I have spent at their facility and my personal online communications with them during the period between visits. My feelings on why these issues are problems stem from over a decade as a dog trainer, a degree in behavioral science, and six years of intense study of, and participation in, exotic animal management and welfare.The below is true to my knowledge as of January, 2017 - I would love to hear that things have since changed, and would happily reassess my opinion based on that. 

Pack West does not, to the best of my knowledge, have any liability waivers or training protocols for volunteers to complete before having access to the animals. This is very unusual for an exotic animal rescue allowing volunteers - a quick google makes it clear that most places require volunteers to sign liability forms and go through training processes to prove they understand the behavior of the animals and can interact with them appropriately. If Pack West is allowing people to have contact with animals who are potentially dangerous - and whose rabies vaccinations don’t protect them under federal law -  I’d want to see them really think through what a volunteer program would entail and how they’d protect both the volunteers and their animals. I’d also want to see how those considerations would alter their practice of having their ambassador animals interact with the public without a signed waiver or muzzles on the animals. Accidents happen, and I worry their current practice would end in tragedy someday in the future.

Pack West does not, to the best of my knowledge, have either a professional behaviorist or anyone with professional animal training and management experience on staff or on retainer. As far as I am aware of, there is not anyone with a professional background in canid or domestic dog behavior involved with the intake of new rescues or with assessing the dynamics between cohoused animals. This also means that, when I was there, there was no established training protocol for managing the wolfdogs living on site, nor were there proactive management plans created to prepare for potential emergency handling needs. I believe this played a significant role in resource guarding and cabin fever escalating to the point of a fight between Cabal and Ivar while I was on site in January - as far as I know, they are no longer housed together as a result of the fight. 

I am aware that for a new rescue professional oversight may be expensive and hard to access. I believe that, nevertheless, it should still be one of their highest priorities as it immediately impacts the welfare of their animals and the safety of their staff. To be truly comfortable engaging with them again, I would want to see the members of the facility gain personal academic or professional experience in animal behavior, management, and training if they can’t afford to hire an extant professional to consult regularly. From my first-hand experiences, this currently doesn’t seem to be a priority for them - I got the impression that hands-on experience with the specific animals was considered equally as relevant as any potential academic and professional background. I feel that rescues, as professional organizations, are obligated to go above and beyond that mythology.

Pack West does not, to the best of my knowledge, have any on-site housing for their rescue animals other than a single 750 square-foot (110 foot perimeter) outdoor enclosure. I did not observe the containment to be locked at any time during either of my visits, even when nobody was on the property, nor does it have secondary containment (which is vital when housing animals known for being escape artists) other than the surrounding yard, which has a low gate and a fence that was visibly compromised in multiple spots as of my last trip. To the best of my knowledge, this enclosure is the permanent home to two large adult male wolfdogs, and for the duration of my January visit additionally housed the resident GSD or another rescue wolfdog. As of that visit, the containment furniture was comprised of two dog houses, a tire, an above-ground pond, and an overhang - there was no indoor area for the animals to use to escape the weather, no waterproof substrate or manmade flooring that would give them an escape from moisture, and no alternate space in which the animals could get a break from each other if needed. The animals were allowed time in the larger yard on site when observed, but during my trip they still spent all of their nights and many daytime hours in the single containment. By contrast, the standards set by the Global Federation of Animal Sanctuaries (an organization considered on par with AZA for regulating rescue and sanctuary environments) for an appropriate enclosure type for multiple large canids require “a minimum of 5,000 sq. ft. (465 sq. m) for large canids housed as pairs or trios (…) and a minimum of two rooms or one indoor room and one shift yard per pair of compatible canids”.

Again, I understand that for a small rescue building more containment is expensive and hard to do. Pack West stated before they acquired Ivar (close to a year ago) that they were hoping to sell the property they are currently based on and relocate the rescue, and I think as such they have chosen to not build any new enclosures due to the resources that would be lost during the move. However, as rescue organizations take in unknown animals, I feel it’s crucial that they have multiple enclosures in which they can quarantine animals, do introductions, give residents breaks from each other, and allow incompatible animals to live separately. I don’t believe it’s responsible for a facility to not prioritize having the appropriate living quarters for the animals they take in at present, even if it means a loss of some resources down the line.

Pack West, to the best of my knowledge, has never had their facility inspected or been licensed by the USDA. I hope I’m wrong on this one, because USDA oversight is a federal requirement for any facility that exhibits animals to the public. While Pack West’s facility is not technically open to the public, they are not exempt from USDA regulation because they use their animals for photoshoots and music videos as well as promotional and fundraising campaigns for the organization. If this is true, it is a huge problem - it is the responsibility of a facility to apply for a license and be inspected before beginning to exhibit animals - and most importantly, it would mean that the facility has never been inspected to make sure that its setup is in accordance with the Animal Welfare Act. I understand that an organization that is trying move would probably prefer not to spend the money to get their current property in accordance with AWA regulations to only to sell it shortly after and start over, but federal animal welfare laws must be first priority. 

I could understand a new organization struggling with maybe one of these issues, but when considered as a whole they don’t represent an ethos of animal management that I’m currently comfortable supporting - especially considering what appears to me to be avoidance of USDA oversight. I do believe in the value of what the organization is hoping to become - as places that do accurate education and outreach about wolfdogs and wolfy-looking dogs are rare - but before I’m willing to publicly support them again, these issues really need to be addressed. 

I’m really scared to post this, because I know it may be interpreted as a betrayal of my previous friendly relationship with the facility, but it is the same due diligence I would give to any other facility when asked about why I would not personally support it. 

I came across this short documentary in an ice show and through this, we can see how much the disaster affected Yuzu (this cut is from yusu01207′s video, thank you so much for uploading it)

Earlier part for context:

He went to Ishinomaki, Miyagi (an area that was hit really hard in 2011 Earthquake and Tsunami) in June 2014 to thank the junior high schoolers there for their support for him during Sochi.

Narr: He decided to go there after much hesitation

Y: I was wondering if I should go. I’ve been thinking a lot whether anything would change if I go. It feels like (going) would be trampling all over people’s feelings.

Narr: His sensitive heart continues to shake/waver

[He went to a hill where you can see how the disaster destroyed a very big area where there used to be many houses and people.]

Y: I wonder if they made it up this far (to the hill to escape)…

Rough translation of this cut:

[talking with local people who recognized him]

Woman: You look great now that I see in person, your face is so small, and you look really smart….

Man: So you get recognized everywhere you go?

Yuzu: Just recently….*laughs*

Man: Everything, from my wife, my house, my dog, to my cabin, prefab,… everything and everyone were washed away, there was nothing left.

Woman: Even his wife were washed away…

Narr: the harsh reality of Ishinomaki, the harsh reality of the earthquake disaster

Woman: Thank you very much!

Man: Please keep doing your best! I will be watching you from TV.

Yuzu: Thank you very much! (after parting with them) It’s heart-breaking, so painful! Though I’m happy that (my performances) pleased them, afterall, it’s hard/painful! Though they are smiling right now, to come this far, how much troubles they had to suffer through,… when I think about it, I feel so guilty *laughs* This is hard, so painful, it’s so painful I tell you *laughing while holding his chest and wiping his nose*

[when he walked down the path where many houses were washed away; it is reported that 3529 people died and 436 are still missing]

Yuzu: When I think that there used be real houses here, at night everyone slept here, the weight of those numbers is just… (too much)

Personally this is just so heartbreaking for me. Also, you can see how hard it is for Yuzuru, his body language clearly showed he was suffering: he keeps blinking, wiping his nose, and tried to laugh it off while holding his chest.

Still, the latter part of the video is actually much more positive so if please watch more of it in the link guys!

[edit] I made some correction in the translation. Thank you so much to @tadakixd for pointing out my mistakes. Please message me if you guys see any mistake in this as well, mistakes are a part of learning afterall :D

I want a forever adventure partner. A cabin I build myself and a van I set up for easy, affordable travel, my dog, a job I love, and a lifetime of seeing things I want to see and doing everything I want to do.

Peter Pan Imagine/”Let me Reassure you.”

You feel insecure and start to doubt your relation with Peter ever since Wendy shows up, but Peter reassures you you’re his.

Warnings:Smut, cursing,self conscious,

 Everything was perfect, you had Peter, Peter had you, then one day, everything changed, all because of Wendy Darling.

When it was just you and Peter it was perfect, he was perfect, sure he could be an ass sometimes, but he was your ass, and you loved him for it.

“Y/n!” he would yell 

“Yes Peter!” you would yell back , chatting it up with the mermaids

“I need you love.” he would yell

“Coming! Sorry girls, the king is waiting” you would wink at them as they all ohhhh at you because that’s just what girls do.

Finally you get in Peter’s view and he instantly smiles, looking at you up and down, ready to devour you in seconds.

You smile and nod at all the lost boys, they were like your little brothers, and they all looked up to you and Peter.

“You look lovely today.” he says as he kisses you on your neck, uh oh.

When Peter kissed you on the neck, that means he wanted you, like wanted you.

“Peter..” you would moan a little , not wanting to make it obvious in front of the boys.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it love.” he says as he stares into your eyes.

It was simply hard to say no to Peter, he would look deep into your eyes and it was like as if he cast a spell on you

“To my cabin, now.” he said in the most stern but sexy voice you have ever heard in your life

“Yes my king.” you smirked as you walked away, not looking back but swaying your hips in a way that would make Peter look, you could almost feel him burning holes in you.

“Felix, look after the boys, me and Y/n have some things to discuss.” he smirked at him

Felix nods, “Aye captain, whatever you say.”

Peter nods as well and starts to walk away

“You dirty dog.” Felix whispers, knowing exactly well what was about to happen

Peter smiles but doesn’t look back he just walks to his cabin , as you wait for him.

He opens the door and there you were, on his bed, which you both shared now ever since you two both became a thing.

“Are you going to keep staring or?” you said to him, almost teasing

He gets on top of you and starts to kiss you , roughly grabbing every inch of you, Peter never liked to make love, he liked to fuck.

It would be like this almost every night, and you easily fell in love with him.

It wasn’t hard at all, the way he touched you, felt like how the wind touches the tree’s , so soft but roughly. The way he kissed you, your lips would melt, like how chocolate melts on a hot day, and how he holds you, just like how the clouds comfort each other in the night sky, that, is why it was so easy to fall in love with him.

One day you woke up, like any other day, got ready for the day , and walk outside.

You were a little confused, the boys were all in a circle, looking down, including Peter.

“What the hell?” you whispered as you walked towards the boys.

Peter turns to look at you, with his finger on his lips, signaling you to be quite, you did so, pushing the boys aside, it was a girl , a pretty girl at that. Oh no, you say in your head, you already knew where this was going.

“Who is she?” you ask Peter.

“We don’t know, it’s been about 10 minutes since we found her.”

“Well send her back to wherever she came from.” you say with a little attitude

“It’s not that easy love.” he shakes his head as his eyebrows nit together in confusion

“Well why is it so hard?” you asked

“Because she landed on my island, she’s lst, I just can’t abandon her.” he looks at you , and you start to worry. You nod your head.

You go and talk to your mermaid friends because you needed to be reassured that you were over thinking, well this was the most baddest idea ever.

“Oh hell no.” a mermaid said

“Nah girl she gonna ruin everything!” another said

“She gonna try to take your man!” the other said

You put your hands in your face and sigh

“Ugh, I knew it.” you say, dreading every second of the day left.

You go back to the campsite and see that she has woken up, you roll your eyes as the boys are practically hovered over here, typical, but then you stop in your tracks to see that Peter is there as well, laughing and smiling with the rest.

“Oh hell no.” you say as you walk up to Peter 

“Hi Peter.” you say as your rub his chest and kissed his cheek, looking at the girl, marking what’s yours.

“Hi Y/n, uh this is Wendy , Wendy Darling, Wendy, this is Y/n.” he said as he looks a little nervous

“Nice to meet you!” Wendy said, she had a high pitched voice, perfect teeth, perfect hair, and her body, don’t get me started.

“Nice to meet you as well!” you say with the most fakest smile, holding in all the anger.

“Well, let’s have breakfast shall we?” Peter said

Everyone cheered and agreed.

You all eggs in a biscuit, Peter’s favorite.

Knowing that Wendy would try to sit next to Peter you tried to sit next to him but Wendy was too damn quick. She sat next to him, all close and what not, Peter seemed a little annoyed but he didn’t seem to mind

“So tell me , how did you get such strong arms.” she asked

You rolled your eyes, Felix walked next to you, watching what was about to go down.

“Well , uhm I do a lot of arm work outs I guess.” he said , really wanting to eat his food

“Well I bet they’re good for other things.” she winked

Peter spits out his drink almost chocking on it

“Oh my are you okay?” as she bats her eyelashes

“I gotta go, excuse me.” he said avoiding eye contact

“Can we talk? Now!” he asked

“Y-yeah sure.” you say as you walk with him

As you and him walk deeper into the woods you start to become sad

“She’s gonna take you away from me, isn’t she?” you asked as you turned to him

He shakes his head, “I promise you, she won’t, I’m yours, do you understand that love?” his british accent getting stronger

“Yes Peter.” you say, not fully trusting what he has to say.

He grabs your head gently with his muscular hands, and puts your forehead to his, “Please, don’t do this, not right now.” 

You knew Peter was stressed , he’d been stressed, with everything, the lost boys, the island, the food, the supplies, a lot goes into Neverland, and you could see his frustration coming out, not wanting to make him anymore stressed, you nod. 

“That’s my lost girl.” he says as he kisses your forehead

You go to bed that night in tears, as Peter holds you, you just knew that it wouldn’t be the same, and you were right.

Wendy would constantly flirt with Peter, and it would annoy you to the point were you wouldn’t even go outside because you hated seeing it.

Peter would beg you time after time after time to come out but you refused, unless it was for a special occasion, you would go out when everyone would be asleep.

Well today was a special occasion, one of the lost boys had a birthday, Rufio, and you wanted to be there for him.

You decide to go out and bake a cake and yummy treats for everyone, it was good being outside, you got to say hi and talk to all of the lost boys, they all huddled in the kitchen, even Rufio came I and sat on a chair to talk to you.

“I miss you Y/n, we all do.” he admits 

“I know, I miss you all too.” you say as you mix something in a bowl

“Why don’t you come out anymore?” He asked

“Oh.. it’s just…” you try to ignore the question

“He doesn’t like her, you know that?” he looks at you, seriously

“But yet she’s still here.” you fold your arms, showing your emotions

“She’s a bitch dude, we all hate her, all of us, she can never take your place, I assure you that.” he said as he gets up

“Everyone is saying that, they reassure me, but I can’t help it.  you put your head down

“I’m one of Peter’s best friends, trust me, you have nothing to worry about.” he said as he lifts up your chin with his finger

“Now, hurry up and make my cake.” he says as he laughs

“You got it!” you smile and continue to bake and cook

********

After what felt like days were only a couple hours you asked all of the lost boys to come help you carrying out the food, they gladly accepted wanting to get away from Wendy.

They all placed the food on the table, licking their lips, eyes gazing, it all looked so delicious.

“Okay I would like to say something!” Peter raised up his cup, filled with whatever rum was being served that night

“Rufio is my best friend, my best mate, my brother from another mother, so we have to celebrate like we have never celebrated before! I love you buddy!”  he yells with his cup in the air, everybody yells too and starts to eat and drink the night away.

You all dance and drank the night away, Peter had his arms wrapped around you most of the time, not really caring what Wendy did, or thought, he was yours, and he was going to keep that promise.

Not much later around 1 or 2 in the morning the boys started to tell scary stories, very bad scary stories, they weren’t scary at all, matter of fact, they were pretty hilarious.

You started to drowse off and fall asleep on Peter, that was fine until Peter had to take a piss, he slowly took you off of him and lay you near the campsite, he would bring you back to bed when he was done.

He started to walk into the woods, well guess who followed, yup, Wendy.

After he takes a piss he hears a giggle, being a little drunk he ignores it, and puts away his stuff.

As he starts to walk he was pushed on a tree, by, you guessed it, Wendy.

“What the fuck.” he says as his vision becomes more clear and see’s Wendy

“Hi Peter.” she says sexually

“You are to call me Pan, only Y/n is allowed to call me Peter.” he said in a stern voice

“I don’t give a fuck.” she says as she kissed him

He quickly pushes her off of him, “What the bloody hell? You know Y/n is my girlfriend!” he says as he starts to walk away

“Is she even good in bed?” she asked

He shakes his head in disbelief, and walks away

“You know I can treat you way better, so much better, I have the body, the looks, the personality.” she walks with him

“How did you even get on my island? Are you even lost? Lost boys and lost girls come to my island because they’re lost, or they feel lonely, not because of whatever the fuck you’re trying to do, you’re leaving first thing in the morning!” he yells

“Please please please! I beg you Peter! I love you, I beg you , leave her and be mine.!” she yells

Peter looks at her one last time, and shakes his head, “You’re fucked in the head laddie, you need help.” he turns around and leaves and head towards the campsite

  Getting to the campsite he see’s you and smiles in relief, but you’re awake, and you’re pissed

“Where were you?” you asked

“He was with me.” Wendy poked out of the woods

Peter’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, “What?” 

“Don’t deny it Peter, it’s not good to lie.” she smiles

You looked at Peter, with tears in your eyes

“Y/n listen-”

“Save it! You clearly want her, so have her.” you said 

“It’s not like that!” He yelled at you, he was pissed, pissed at the fact that Wendy tried to tell such a disgusting lie, and pissed that you actually believed her.

“Whatever!” you yell and run to your cabin, well yours and Peter’s.

“I want you out of my island now.” he turns to Wendy

“Oh stop it, you know you like me.” as she puts her hand on his face but Peter grabs it roughly

“Ouch!” she screams

“Don’t you touch me, don’t you EVER, touch me. Shadow, take her way.”

The shadow comes and takes her

You could hear her scream in horror, begging  Peter to let her stay, you just cry, knowing that she is gone , was like a weight lifted off your shoulders, but still, you were mad at Peter.

********

Minutes later Peter comes in the cabin, you’re there on the floor with your knees to your chest, not wanting to look up.

“Love?” he asked

You didn’t respond

“Baby girl.” he sat down and rubbed your arm

You flinched back not aware that he was that close

“Hey hey hey, it’s me, it’s just me.” he says

“What do you want?” you asked

“I want to go back, pretend that this was all a dream, I want to apologize for even letting her stay this long, it was my responsibility, and i take full blame for it.”

“I need to ask you something.” you say

“Anything.” he said as he looks in your eyes, but you quickly looks down

“Did -did you ever, at any point, get feelings for her? Or thought she was pretty, or anything like that?” you said 

He lifts up your chin with his finger “Not even once love, I told you, you’re mine, and I’m yours.” he smiled

“I just felt so ugly, so worthless “ you begin to cry

“Well you’re not, you’re so damn beautiful and you don’t even know it.”

“I’m not sure..” you still shed tears

“Let me reassure you.” he says

He grabs you and puts you on top of his so that your legs are straddled around his waist, he starts to kiss you and your lips simply melt into each other, then kisses your neck and starts to softly rub your body, unlike the other times.For tonight,  it was different.

He picked you up and put you on top of the bed, and gets on top of you, he lays on his elbows so that he isn’t laying on you and starts to kiss you ever so softly, he then makes you moan allowing his tongue to sneak his way unto your mouth, your tongues are now dancing with each other , like lightning dances with the clouds, so beautiful yet terrifying all at once.

He takes off his shirt and he takes off yours, exposing your bra, but that’s quickly off as well.He softly rubs your breast quickly turning you on more and more.

He then takes off your pants, and starts to kiss your other lips, and you start to moan more and more.

Peter loved when he heard you moan, it was like music to his ears, and when you started to get a little twitchy, and your legs would start to shake, he would rub your legs, reassuring you that you were okay, and he wasn’t going to hurt you.

It always worked

He then softly goes into you and you were pretty sure all of Neverland could of heard you. Peter didn’t mind, he never did.

As he thrust into you his pumps never got rough, they got faster, but never rough, this wasn’t like Peter, for like I said, he liked to fuck, but he wanted to reassure you, that you were special, and you weren’t just a good lay, you were his girlfriend, and he felt you needed to know that.

“I love you Y/n, do you understand?”

You just nod, not being able to say a word, he always left you breathless at these times, he kissed your forehead and then whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

You start to cry , because you realized what he was doing, he was making love to you, he wasn’t just fucking you, he was showing his emotions, and that made your heart be filled with joy.

You start to scratch his back with your finger nails, leaving red marks , and as you do that he leaves red blotches on your neck, and all over your body, it was , he was clearly marking what was his, as he always did.

“You’re so beautiful.” he would tell you

He then went full on and his thrust became sloppy, signaling he was close, and you were too.

“Oh fuck.” he said as he was about to

“Peter!” 

Fuck Y/n”

“Right there, right there

You both screamed at the same time, he rided you out until your high came down, he then kissed your lips, and your kissed him back.

“I love you my lost girl” he said “I reassure that.” he winks at you

“You just smile and giggle “I love you too Peter.” you kiss him back

sparkleywonderful  asked:

Feyre and either Rhys or Cassian ”….spiders. of course it’s spiders.” And it is not Feyre who is afraid of them ;)

“Big bad illyrians aren’t scared of anything” is most definitely a lie

“Feyre darling, its time to leave, everyone is probably there already.” Rhys called from the hallway. “Yes, give me a minute, I’m putting on my clothes and I’ll be out.”

“Do you need help? I’d be more than happy to be of assistance.”

“No I don’t need help you pig,” I laughed as I walked out, wearing a flowing sleeveless purple top, black shorts, and simple sandals. Summer had finally rolled around, i was dreading the heat, but thankfully Velaris’s breeze kept it somewhat cool.

The war was long gone, and ever since then whole Inner Circle had spent most of our time getting everything back in order. And finally it was time for a well deserved break. We were all gathering at the cabin, including my sisters, to celebrate all of our hard work. Which really mean’t getting drunk and playing games day and night.

Rhys looked me up and down, taking his time looking at my legs.”Well don’t you look lovely,” he purred. I made my way over to him and got on my toes and whispered in his ear, “You should see what I have on under this.” He gave a another purr of approval, grabbing my lower back and pulling me close. I put my hand on his chest and pushed back, giving him a smirk, “Nope. Its time to leave, remember?” He huffed out a laugh and held out his hand, “Then allow me to winnow us to the fun” I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, “No, allow me.” 

I had finally mastered winnowing, and winnowed us to the outside of the cabin. We held eye contact the whole time, and probably would have just stood there gazing into each others for hours if it wasn’t for the male shriek that came from the cabin.

Our heads quickly turned to the cabin to watch Cassian bust threw the door with his wings tucked in tight and pure horror on his face. We both almost made a run to him when we noticed the 4 females hysterically laughing at him, minus Elain who had hidden behind Azriel. His face was blank watching Cass trip face first into the bright green grass. 

I felt Rhysands confusion through the bond and I’m sure he felt mine. Mor spotted us and started laughing again and waved us over. “Feyre Feyre come here, hurry look at-” she was cut off by a loud shriek from the cabin, and she collapsed to her knees going into another laughing fit. Amren and Nesta both were looking into the window and chuckled loudly. 

I ran to them with Rhysand on my heels and looked into the window to see 3 dog sized spiders crawling in the sitting room. Rhys jumped back and yelled, “Cauldron above, how did those get in there?” Amren had a snake like smile plastered on her face and responed, “Mor let them in. She wanted to give you males some excitement first thing. We know how much you illyrians love spiders.” 

Where did they get spiders that big? Why won’t they just go in and kill them?

I turned and looked up at Rhys and finding his face paling. My face most have shown my confusion because Amren explained, “No one knows why, but for some reason Illyrians have a horrible fear of spiders. So we gave them one each to go and get, it’s about time the mighty High Lord and his minions got over their fear.” 

I looked to Cassian who was now sitting in the grass with his back turned to us with his arms crossed. A laugh escaped me and i turned to Azriel to now see his shadows completely covering his face in embarrassment, Elain was looking up at his face with concern and whispered, “You’re supposed to keep us safe, please go in and get them out.” I lost it when he quickly shook his head.

I calmed my laughing and cried, “…Spiders. Of course it’s spiders. Out of all the things… spiders!” 

Rhys threw his hands up in the air and exclaimed, “Shit Feyre, I mean look at them, they’re massive! Look at their fangs!” Tears were rolling down my face from the laughter and i cupped his face in my hands and said, “Rhysand. High Lord of the Night Court, can handle wars, 50 years Under the Mountain, and creatures that give me nightmares, but His Darkness can’t handle spiders?” 

He pulled away with growl and crossed his arms. I wiped away my tears and walk back to him, hugging him around his waist. I looked up at him and he turned his head away. “Rhys.” He turned around in my arms, and i was now looking at the back of his head. I rose up on my toes and whispered in his ear, “Well if we can’t get in, how am I supposed to show you what i got at our favorite little shop?” I felt him tense up, and he turned back around in my arms. 

Everyone was watching us silently at this point, Amren had one eyebrow rose, and Mor was sitting on the ground with a hand over her mouth. Nesta had moved to stand in front of Cass and his head was hanging low. 

Rhys studied my face, and I felt him knock on my mental shield. I sighed and let him in.

Wouldn’t you rather show me at the town house?

No. All you have to do is kill one and make Az and Cass get the others.

He was silent for a few seconds…

…What color?

Black & gold. Maybe they would agree faster if they knew Nesta and Mor went shopped with me.

I don’t care that they went.

You’re not supposed to, they are. But since you said that, as soon as the last spider is gone we will go straight to our room.

He shook his head as if clearing his mind. Got him. “Let’s go.” he growled. Both the males head whipped towards him. “No.” They said firmly in unison. Elain was looking back and forth at them. “What changed his mind?” Nesta grumbled, still frowning down at Cassian. “I just let him know about ours and Mor’s shopping trip to the fancy underthings shop.” Even Azriels shadows seemed to stop breathing. Azriel pulled out Truth-Teller and walked in. Mor’s mouth dropped and she ran to the window. She returned to her hysterical laughing after hearing loud crashing. 

Amren was watching and laughing as well, Elain even went to the window to watch. Nesta was about to start fussing at Cassian, but stopped herself as he got up and walked inside. I was holding in my laughter as i turned back to Rhys and said, “It would be a shame if they got all of them before you got yours.” He flicked my nose and walked in.

I ran to the window to watch. Elain was now standing beside Amren and said pitifully, “When did you go shopping together without me?” “We didn’t.” Nesta answered. Mor wasn’t even paying attention to our conversation, she was to busy cheering Azriel on. “I had went by myself, but I needed a reason for the other two to want to go in.” Nesta smirked at the same time as Amren, and we all watched as the Illyrian babies shrieked and attacked the spiders.

Turns out they didn’t even have fangs, and there were many more pranks to play on the males.  

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This cutie was hanging around my Mamaw’s cabin on Christmas. I LOVE BATS, so of course, I was quite excited! <3 It was really neat because every single person there was nice to the bat. There were dogs running around so people kept saving the bat from them. I was so surprised that no one shown any aggression towards it… most of the time, people are swatting at them, and scared to death, sometimes even ending in the death of the poor bat. But not here. <3 Everyone should love bats! 

TDotL Reunion Scene:
  • Skulduggery: Hello, Valkyrie.
  • Valkyrie: You’re late.
  • Skulduggery: We didn’t set a time.
  • Valkyrie: You’re later than I imagined you’d be.
  • Skulduggery: Then you clearly don’t have a very vivid imagination.
  • [Xena appears at the door, barking]
  • Valkyrie: [crooning] Hello, Xena. Did you hear the silly late man?
  • Skulduggery: Oh, hello. What a ridiculous dog.
  • Valkyrie: I'm sorry?!
  • Skulduggery: I said you have a ridiculous dog.
  • Valkyrie: My dog is not ridiculous!
  • Skulduggery: Then whose dog is this?
You Get A Dog

Chibs

It had been pretty rough the past few months and Fillip was constantly going on runs. Usually you wouldn’t mind but recently you had started to get lonely and it didn’t go un-noticed by Fillip. He saw the look in your eyes when he told you that he would have to leave again, you would put on a smile but it wouldn’t reach your eyes, it pained him to see you like this so he decided to do something about it.

“Darlin, do you know where the car keys are?” Fillip asked coming out of the garage, where he had been hiding away for most of the day. You where busy typing a document up for work, you where a lawyer and mostly worked with the club and this particular document concerned Juice.

“They should be hanging up in the garage, next to all the boxes babe” You answer without looking away from the screen hoping that he would leave you alone to finish what you had started almost two hours ago.

“I looked they’re not there” You sigh while shaking your head

“I don’t know where they are Fillip, its your car not mine” You sigh yet again when you hear him scoff, finally turning to meet the eyes of your old man. He stood leaning against the door connecting the garage to the kitchen, his leather vest hugged his body tightly from the way he had his arms crossed.

“Yer always using ma motor and yer the last one to use it so help me look. I need to get to the TM, my bike is actin up” He states before simply turning and walking back into the garage. You throw your head back and groan loudly, your annoyance only growing when you hear him laughing in the next room. Making sure to save your work you then proceed to shuffle into the garage entrance ready to give your man some cheek when you see it. The little bundle of adorable fluff chasing a ball around the garage floor.

“Oh my god” I laugh running over to the puppy who, upon seeing you runs over attacking your face with its tongue

“I’m going on another run in the next few weeks and I knew that I couldn’t leave ye all alone again so I though its either get ye pregnant-” you cut him off

“Yea no thank you, not yet” You say and he nods in agreement

“-So a puppy is like training for a baby, d'you like him love?” Chibs asked crouching down to pet the dog which in return licks his hand

“yes very much, thank you.” You smile turning to face him and planting a slow thankfull kiss on his lips “Love you”

“Love ye too darlin but we better get movin cause Tiggy’s dying ta see this dug”

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Tig

“Come on Alex lets go babe, I want to get to the cabin before it gets any later” I shout out of the passengers side of the car window towards the open door of the house. A few seconds later Tig comes running out and is almost at the car when he remembers that he needs to lock the door, I shake my head a familiar smile on my face as I watch him lock the door before jogging back over to the car.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t find the keys” He smiles starting up the car and pulling out of our driveway.

“ I can’t wait to get to the cabin for a few days” You sigh contently. The cabin was your happy place and Tig knew that, so whenever he could get a day or two off, that’s where he would take you.

“Yeah I’ve got it all planed out baby doll, make some dinner, have some desert then we’ll head to the bedroom for some fun loving” I laugh as he says this watching out the window as we exit Charming

“Looks like you’ve got it all planned out baby” I say smiling lovingly at him before returning my gaze to the window

“Oh yea I’ve been-”

“STOP THE CAR!” The car comes to a screeching halt as Alex looks as me like I’ve gone insane, which maybe I have.

“What the fuck Y/N?” I don’t answer him as I throw open the passengers side door and run over to the side of the road, Tig not far behind me.

“I saw a dog..” I mutter looking around the bushes for the small dog that I had seen walking into the forest area.

“It was probably a rabbit or something babe, their aren’t any houses up here except for the cabin. I don’t think that a dog would be-” I am quick to stop him as I spot the dog in the bushes

“Oh really is that why the dog is rolling around in the dirt Tiggy?” He raises an eyebrow before looking past me his face melting as he sees the little dog no older than about 6 months old. Alex drops to his knees and the dog immediately seeks his comfort and the look on Tig’s face makes my heart melt.

“Hey little guy, where did you come from huh bubby?” Tig asks while picking the little bundle up and brining him over to me, he pulls his attention away from the dog and locks his sky blue eyes with mine “I think we should take him up to the cabin with us” Tig says with a look of concern in his eyes and I give him a soft smile, moving forward to move his hair away from his eyes

“Yea I think we should, I mean we can’t leave him out here” Tig nodded in agreement as we made our way back to the car. I grab a blanket that we keep in the trunk to wrap around the small dog while we drive the rest of the way up to the cabin.

The rest of the night was spent giving the dog a bath and something to eat, I had no doubt in my mind that we where going to fall in love with the little guy. I watched from the couch as Alex played with the dog on the ground, it was jumping up on him and trying to grab Alex’s black curls with his sharp teeth making me laugh as Tiggy tried to get away laughing loudly as he does so. “I love him” I say and Tig gives me a look at say that he thought the same “We need to keep him Alex, I mean we’ve been talking about getting a dog for so long and this one is perfect babe” I say joining Tig on the floor the puppy immediately coming over to greet me. I watch Tig face as he has what looks like an internal debate with himself but when the smile formed on his lips I knew that he wanted the dog just as much as I did.

“THANK YOU!” I shout throwing myself on top of Tiggy and placing a kiss on his lips and placing my self on his lap.

“No problem Doll” He mumbles against my lips a smile on his face but we are quickly separated as our new dog jumps up and starts licking my face “Okay that has to stop”

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Juice

“OH MY GOD” I shout as I fall back onto the bed groaning loudly afterwards. I hear something fall from down stairs and someone sprinting up the stairs the next thing I know Juan is in the door way of our bedroom, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as he looks round the room frantically.

“What happened! Are you okay?” He askes while walking over and looking over my body checking over for any harm.

“I’m okay Juan” I laugh as his reaction giving him a reassuring smile “I just saw this puppy on the adoption website, I mean look at his little face!” I shove the laptop in his face, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the brightness. He takes the laptop out of my hands and takes the seat next to me on the bed before beginning to scroll through the website.

“You wanna tell me why you’re looking through a dog adoption site?” He asks while not taking his yes off of the screen.

“I always do it, I love dogs” I say shrugging “it’s no big deal I’m just looking I mean I know that you would never get one because of the mess and-” I’m cut of by Juice suddenly looking up.

“You want a dog?” Your caught off guard by the question but you simply nod your head.

“A dog would be nice…but babe you hate mess and a puppy is very messy-”

“If you want a dog then you can have a dog no ifs not buts, come we are going so the shelter” And that’s what you did. He drove you down and let you pick whatever one you wanted and took them home. It took a while and some adjusting to your lives but the little guys finally fit into your lives and Juice didn’t hate him as much as you though he would

Originally posted by glassbonespaperskin

Happy

I hummed quietly and softly to myself as I worked on the dinner for tonight. I hadn’t seen Happy a lot this week so you thought that this would be a good opportunity to catch up with one another and have a romantic night in together. However this was interrupted when you heard noises coming from outside your front door. A confused look over comes your face as you stare at the front door where the whining sound was coming from. Making your way towards the door the noice gets louder and louder and when you open the door you are shocked as to what you find. Sitting in a basket in front of your door step was a little puppy playing with the blankets in its blanket.

“Aww baby, what are you doing out here in the cold?” You question and at the sound of your voice the little dogs head snaps up and if immediately tries to escape the blanket in an apparent to get to you. You smile at the dog as you make your way forward and pick up the blanket and once you have the puppy wastes no time in attacking your face with kisses making you laugh loudly. You don’t hesate to take the dog inside and place him by your feet in the kitchen as you worked after having given him a plate of meat. Around half an hour later you hear Happy’s bike pulling up out side but do not move from your position. As Happy walking into the kitchen expecting to have you greet him with a kiss he finds you one the tiled floor with a little dog using one of his socks as a chew toy.

“You got a dog?” Turning to smile at your old man he replies with an uncertain look.

“No, well yes and no. I found him outside our front door, someone must have left him out their” you shrug simply then continue to play with the dog. Happy continues to watch you interact with the puppy a smile pulling at the corners of his lips before he snaps out of it.

“I don’t want a dog” he stares firmly making you scoff

“Good because she’s not your dog, she’s mine” you say in a matter of fact tone while picking up your new family member and walking over to Happy sighing when you see the frown on his face.

“I promise baby, I’ll train her and she’ll be not trouble. Come on, I mean just look at this face” you says holding the small dog up in fort of his face. The dog simply sniffs Hap’s fave before licking him.

“Looks like you’ve made a friend for life” you giggled as Happy made a disgusted face before running over to the sink to wash his face .

“Keep that dog away from my face” that’s all you had to hear before you spent the rest of the night chasing Happy around the house with the dog.

Originally posted by petcornerblog

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I want a big, strong lumberjack to sweep me off my feet and drive us into the Yukon bush to a cabin in his 1992 Ford F150 where we’ll live happily ever after with our 20 dogs. Long hair optional, beard mandatory. No city-slicker hipsters allowed either.

My friends look a lot cuter irl, trust me.

Also, a relatable video. Ilove22minutessomuchlol

Scary Movie- Jakob Chychrun

Originally posted by ryanhartman

Sorry this is a few minutes late but I had a mental breakdown and so yeah… People suck ok? Anyway enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Hei!!! Love ur writing:)). can you write a Jakob chychrun story where you watch a scary movie together and end out making out?

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              You weren’t sure how you had let Jakob talk you into this.

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On Tuesday, June 7th, 1977, Ted Bundy jumped from the second floor window of the Pitkin County courthouse in Aspen, Colorado. For days he trekked through the wilderness with no map, trying to find his way to Crested Butte and staying in an unoccupied cabin one night where he stole some food and a flashlight. On Sunday the 12th, police planned to put dogs on Ted’s trail as the owner of the cabin he had stayed in had discovered the break-in the morning before and fingerprints showed that Bundy had been there. Ted was walking down an old roadway in broad daylight just two miles from the cabin when he saw a tall man with a red beard and red hair round the corner. He pulled a pistol from his holster, pointed it at Ted and said, “Hey you. Get down here.” The rest of the encounter as told by Ted Bundy himself:

“I said, ‘Oh, hey. Hi!’ Waved my stick at him. ‘How ya doin’? What’s going on?”
“He says, ‘Get down here!’ He’s pointin’ this full-fledged .44 at me. He says, ‘We’re lookin’ for Bundy.’
“I say, ‘You’re lookin’ for who?’
“He says, ‘Bundy. This guy’s escaped and it’s dangerous for you to be up here.’
“I say, ‘For God’s sake! I didn’t know that.’”
“He says, ‘Now who are you again?’
“I’d given him a name and this whole business about me being a dentist. He’s still not convinced. And he’s pointing this gun at me.
“I said, ‘I’ve got a wife and kids. Please don’t point that gun at me.’
“And he says, ‘Oh, okay. But you shouldn’t be on my land. We’re lookin’ for this guy and he’s dangerous and you shouldn’t be up here. I’m tellin’ ya to get your tail off my property and back down the road the way you came.’

So I started slowly down the road, stopping every once in a while and picking a flower. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him walk on, then turn around and begin to walk toward me, behind me, maybe three hundred yards back. Well, I didn’t pick up my pace. I’d walk maybe ten yards off the road and pick a couple more flowers. By this time I had a genuine bouquet. I didn’t want to appear to be in any hurry.” Ted continued toward Aspen and by nightfall made it to the city limits. The encounter with the stranger made him assume that most people wouldn’t recognize him. He stole a Cadillac and was weaving back and forth with the headlights dimmed which attracted the attention of two deputies. At around 2 a.m. on Monday, June 13th, Ted Bundy was captured and brought back to the Pitkin County jail.

Camp Qween (Trixya) - Matilda

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. It’s a teenager/camp AU with lots of queens, but is definitely about Trixya. Let me know if you like it! I’m excited to write more! I also have a drag queen blog goodnightcourtney Thanks!

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anonymous asked:

What is your all time favorite J2 non au fic? Favorite au fic? Favorite J2 fic in general?

oh goodness 💕

my favorite J2 non-AU fic is @qblackheart ‘s The Courtship of Jensen’s Co-Star ✨ it’s been on my “I need to reread ASAP” list for, what feels like, ever, but I want to dedicate all my time and energy into rereading it, not tired-eyes-at-2-AM. it’s absolutely wonderful and here’s a little bit about it:

The Courtship of Jensen’s Co-Star by @qblackheart

Somewhere in the time between a handshake and a hug, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki went from being reel-life brothers to real-life best friends, and complete strangers to cosmic soul mates, no rhyme or reason to it that either of them could ever see. Jared was everything Jensen was not: friendly, funny, and full of life; one in six-point-whatever billion the Earth’s population currently stood at. Life was awesome. Work was amazing. Everything was fine until Jared kissed Jensen. Everything was peachy until Jensen fell in love. With desperate times unexpectedly calling for desperate measures, Jensen called Chad Michael Murray for relationship advice – because being in love led to temporary insanity obviously – so it really didn’t surprise him that he couldn’t seem to win when it came to wooing Jared. Still, Pisces must’ve been in a really good place in the night sky or something because suddenly, right smack dab in the middle of the miserable courtship of his co-star, Jensen discovered that maybe loving Jared was all he needed to do to win his heart. And luckily for Jensen, loving Jared was also the one thing he did best.

Rating: NC-17; Word Count: 112,000+; Warnings: None

I can’t give enough praise for this story, but I’m probably going to do another long rec when I eventually get around to rereading it 💕💕💕

my favorite J2 AU story is (this is so hard, I have so many and if you want a list of fic recs, just let me know) either Underneath it All or Fucking Kodiak, Alaska

Underneath it All by @ashtray-thief

Jensen Ackles was always good at acting, pretending. So good in fact that he is the FBI’s favorite undercover guy. He has more undercover operations under his belt than he’d like to remember, and after his latest stint with a ring of human traffickers he really thinks he deserves a break. Unfortunately there’s a new criminal organization on the rise, and all attempts to infiltrate and take down the Padalecki family have failed so far. Which is why Jensen finds himself faced with a new assignment, one that no other agent qualifies for and that he really doesn’t want. Because trying to seduce the most powerful man in the Chicago underworld? Not really high up on his list.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 94,427; Warnings: Violence, Morality Issues

Fucking Kodiak, Alaska by Xenodike

After having an emotional and physical breakdown and trying to get away from a dysfunctional relationship, Jensen finds himself staring at a stuffed and mounted bear standing in a tiny airport terminal on the on the other side of the country. Jared, self proclaimed cocky asshole and sporting a fantastic manbun, takes pity on him, expecting a thank you orgasm before they go their separate ways. Turns out, Jensen’s not half as broken as he thinks he is. A large fluffy dog and a little help realizing his prostate is in fact not defective, goes a long way. Jared is a lot more broken than he’ll admit. Jensen takes him on a journey of learning what it means to have someplace to call home. Throw in a lot of plaid, flannel shirts, a tiny log cabin, a horrendously ugly, moldy RV, a weather-beaten bar, fantastic wildlife, spectacular nature and a hillbilly shithole in the middle of nowhere.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 70,016; Warnings: Implied Child Abuse

my favorite J2 fic in general is probably The Courtship tbh, but my current obsession is this:

Not the Desperate Type by @guestwho

Jared’s party-animal reputation gets him accepted into the notorious Alpha Epsilon Pi house (or as they call it, APE) easier than a game of hopscotch - but what he doesn’t expect to find there is someone who totally harshes his vibe: Jensen Ackles; a prude with a stick up his ass the size of Texas.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 16,484; Warnings: Drug Use, Homophobia

I also consistently reread these two stories:

Miles to Go by @dollylux

As Jensen’s assistant, Jared takes care of him at work. As a man in love, he can’t help that he wants to wrap him up in a warm blanket and take care of him in every other aspect of his life, too.

Rating: Explicit; Word Count: 8,176; Warnings: None

And When We Kiss by grace_fully

Jensen is not amused by the the tall football douche who sits in front of him in organic chem. In fact, he prefers to torture him whenever possible. 

Rating: PG-13 to NC-17; Word Count: 14,870; Warnings: None

We are so lucky in the J2 fandom to have so many wonderful writers and stories. I have a lot of lists, a lot of fics, but these are ones I go back to often ❤

In the tentative first days after truths and confessions come out, Dean thinks if he and Cas are gonna really have a go at this and try to be a couple, it might be easier if to do it away from the monsters and lore and crisis- and hell, maybe it’s past time they stepped away and took a break for their own mental health, anyway.

The cabin is remote and spacious, and, frankly, Dean loves it the moment he lays eyes on her. What with the forest for miles in ever direction, the trails leading into the woods or toward the mirrored lake’s edge, and the animals who are curious rather than afraid.

There’s an empty barn out back and little dog that likes to sit on the wood pile and watch them as they chop firewood, which is something of a novelty Dean finds therapeutic in a way. He tells Cas they aren’t keeping the dog, but the former angel insists they’re not getting much choice in the matter as the dog seems to have adopted them. Dean just sighs when Cas names him Toto.

Things are awkward and cozy and new and great, and Dean’s pretty sure he never wants to leave the cabin save for runs into town for supplies. He doesn’t even say anything when Toto hops in Cas’ truck cabin and settles between them for the ride.

For the first time in Dean’s life, things are pretty much perfect.

Lance Gains a Follower

AN - A drabble from my percy jackson AU inspired by @willowstarr 

“Morning Coran.” Lance greeted, yawning as he made his way over to get breakfast.

“Good morning Lance!” Coran gave him a grin before turning away only to look back at the twelve year old moments later.  “Lance!  Watch out!” He announced, grabbing the younger boy and pulling him away from what he assumed to be a beast.  

“What’s wrong Coran?” Lance frowned, looking between the two.

“It must’ve wandered out of the woods.”  Coran frowned, looking at the great dame who flopped into a seated spot, panting up at Coran.

“Huh?”  The young halfblood seemed confused before realization dawned and he laughed.  “She’s not a monster!”  He announced, pulling his arm out of Coran’s to wrap his arms around the dog.  “She’s a dog!  She came to my cabin last night.”  He grinned.

“Are you… sure that… thing’s a dog?”  Coran frowned, still eyeing the giant fluffy monster suspiciously.  

“Of course!”  Lance beamed.  “One of the satyrs said she’s a Tibetan Mastiff.”  He added, lips moving oddly around the breed name as though it didn’t quite fit in his mouth.

“And you’re sure it’s safe?” The counsellor double checked.

“’Course!”  Lance assured.  Coran still gave it another moments consideration before sighing and nodding.

“Alright then, I suppose I don’t mind it being around the campers.”  He concluded.  Lance’s smile to manage to widen, melting Coran’s heart just a little.  He assumed the dog, like the other strays that found their way to Lance, would move on once it felt well feed and loved once more.

 

The dog did not move on. A week passed and then two and the dog remained ever present at the camp, following after Lance everywhere.  A few year rounders complained to Coran that they didn’t like the dog being so close all the time but Coran didn’t give Lance any warnings, how could he when the child (usually so sombre without Hunk around) seemed so happy?

So the dog stayed.

And stayed.

And stayed.

By the time the summer campers arrived the dog had simply made itself a presence in the camp, like the satyrs and the campers themselves.

 

“Welcome back Hunk!”  Lance cried, tackle-hugging the son of Hephaestus as soon as he spotted the boy.

“Hey Lance!”  Hunk grinned back, managing to keep the two standing rather than tumbling to the ground.  Or at least, he was, until a much heavier weight joined the hug.  Hunk let out an ‘oof’, inspecting the new addition with confusion.  “Another stray?”  He asked Lance, laughing lightly when the fluff ball licked his face.

“Nop.”  Lance grinned.  “Cerberus 1 is my dog!”  He announced, completely connect to be in middle of the hug sandwhich.  

“Cerberus 1?  But wouldn’t he be Cerberus 2?  Because your dad has a Cerberus in the underworld?”  Hunk asked, patting the dog on the head.

“No, that’s Cerberus with 3 heads.  My Cerberus only has one head, so he’s Cerberus 1.”  Lance explained.

“Ooooh.”  Hunk nodded.  “It’s very good to meet you Cerberus 1.”  He grinned, getting another lick in response, prompting laughter from both boys. It was nice for Hunk, to see Lance again without the hint of loneliness that invaded his eyes once the summer was over.