ok so…i know there’s been a lot of rumour and speculation after val moved into patsy’s room about patsy not coming back this series or At All but…has anyone thought that she might just end up buying her own house/flat + living there? if her dad dies, she’ll probably have a considerable amount of money left to her in his will…all she needs to do is wait for delia to finish her training and then they can move in together again? (and hopefully neither of them gets hit by a bloody car this time!)
I’m having serious fucking withdrawal symptoms over Patsy that I honestly don’t think I could cope if she did return for the final episode briefly and then we didn’t get to see her and/or Delia together until Christmas.
On Monday I won a fish, and today an older gentleman stopped by my office to talk about public lands and our local recovering wolf packs. When he mentioned he works with state game wardens to rescue and find sanctuary space for illegally owned wolf/wolf hybrids, I said “Oh! I’d love to see them! Stop by the next time you bring them into town!”
He went straight home and came back with Maggie (fluffy, wolf/malamute, 120 lbs) and Malachi (chill, wolf/husky, 140 lbs), to show them off like any proud caretaker.
Reader decides it’s best to go outside for some fresh air.
This is the second part of a pick your own story i’m try second part Dean version part one is here
Reader X Dean
Standing up I look at the door and slowly head toward it still dizzy. I open it the cool misty air quickly rushing around me. I smile feeling better already. I walk out and close the door. Holding the side of the building I take a deep breath feeling my stomach doing flips.
“Darlin’, you alright?” Asks a familiar voice making me look up to see Dean standing there. Judging by his wet hair he has been out here for a while most likely packing the car.
“Mmmhmm I’m okay.”
“Lair.” He says patting Baby’s hood it only a few feet from me.
“Come sit down I got some food should still be warm.” He says going to the front seat pulling out a white paper bag.
“Well warmish.” He says digging in it and handing me a breakfast burrito.
“You really know how to treat a lady.” I say smiling and taking it from him.