the buried dog

my fave bit of black dog folklore is that in some folklore there is a belief that the first person buried in a cemetery stays there and doesn’t cross over and helps other spirits move on and protects them from evil spirits, now naturally people want to avoid this fate for their loved ones and themselves so they would sometimes bury a dog first and it would return in the shape of a big black dog and protect the newly dead from evil spirits and occasionally the living as well

this kind of spirit is called a church grim

little folklore things

in some english folklore there is a belief that the first soul buried in a new burying ground will be tasked to haunt the cemetery forever helping souls move on to heaven and help them to avoid the devil and witches, to avoid this fate there is some customs of burying a dog or some other animal in a new cemetery, it is called a church grim, and unlike other black dogs, which are often harbingers of death, it is a benevolent spirit meanwhile in scottish folklore there is the belief that a person will haunt a cemetery until another is buried there to take their place and so on

in breton folklore it’s believed that if you find yourself on the sea on halloween or all soul’s day that the spirits of the dead lost at sea will try and call your name  to get you to carry them back to land so they can be put to rest properly

among the numerous beliefs of the origins of the selkies, one in shetland and orcadian tradtion is that selkies are the souls of drowned sailors who can return to human form once a year to visit their families

it is believed that the seventh son of a seventh son (or seventh daughter of a seventh daughter) who has red hair will be born with the sight to see the fairies

it is believed unwise to wear too much green as it is a fairy colour and might attract them to you

that’s all i got for now, feel free to add ur own fave little folklore things

Animal Instinct

Sirius x Reader for Anon!!!  My first imagine in months, enjoy! 💕

Request: Can you write a Sirius x reader where she always comforts everyone in her animagus form (cat) and only the marauders know it’s her, and once she’s sad and Sirius cuddles w her as Padfoot? I really like this idea, hope you do as well :)

Originally posted by millyboo16

The night had taken its toll, and Y/N was prepared for the worst as she waited anxiously for the four marauders to return.  She sat upright and still, her hind legs tucked into her soft fur, with her big yellow eyes fixed on the portrait hole.  Her tail skirted side-to-side with anticipation when, at last, four boys stumbled through.

Finally, she thought with relief as she got to her feet and padded over to them quizzically.  Remus leaned on Sirius and James for support, his knees weak, but as Y/N’s keen eyes scanned him over, she noted he didn’t look all too bad this time, save for a few deep scratches along his arms.

“Good evening, Y/N,” James smiled, his eyes tired.

“Nothing too bad tonight, love,” Sirius cooed to the small tabby, patting her delicately on the head between her attentive ears.  She shook him off and mewed at Remus, rubbing against his leg. The exhausted boy had a hint of a smile.

“Thanks for being here, Y/N.”

As the boys helped Remus upstairs, Y/N pranced eagerly after them, settling onto Remus’s bed where they lowered him next to her.  A warm, purring ball of orange fur, Y/N situated herself in Remus’s lap.  She nudged her head into his chest, seeking to comfort the boy after his monthly ordeal.

Remus was thankful for the distraction of her soft fur as Sirius dragged a wet rag across his cuts.  He winced and gripped Y/N’s fur as she nuzzled into him, purring and mewling softly to shift his focus away from the pain.

Once his wounds were cleaned and properly dressed, Remus let out a low, long sigh and leaned back into his pillows.  Y/N watched him with curious eyes.

“He’s alright, Y/N, don’t worry,” Sirius smiled and reached to smooth his hand over her ears once more.  This time, Y/N leaned and nudged into his touch.  Her little heart fluttered.

Remus had fallen fast asleep.

“Thank you for being here for him, Y/N,” James whispered, covering the sleeping boy with his blanket.  “I think it really comforts him…you’re like one of those therapy pets.”

He chuckled and Y/N nodded her head once in understanding.  She was eager at the opportunity to help ease her good friend’s pain.  She’d do so for any of these boys in a heartbeat.

As Sirius lay in bed, he bit down on his lip and groaned softly.  Y/N’s ears perked up and she immediately jumped up next to him, searching with her round eyes and sensitive nose for any injury. She nudged his side and looked up at him sternly.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry,” he brushed off, scratching behind her ear. Y/N hissed softly and nipped at his hand, pawing at the material of his shirt stubbornly.  Sirius sighed and lifted his shirt to reveal quite an angry bite mark.  Y/N nearly glared at the wounded boy.

“What?  Don’t give me that look,” he rolled his eyes, his cheeks flushed slightly.  “I can take care of it m’self.”

Y/N tutted and inspected his wound.  Without hesitation, she stuck her tongue out and began running it over the bite. Sirius hissed.

“Oi!  What’s that going to-?” before his eyes, his wound was disappearing with every stroke of the tabby’s tongue.  He blinked and soon enough, the wound was nothing more than a memory.  Y/N sat on her hind legs triumphantly.

“…I guess it comes in handy that you paid attention during the unit about healing,” he chuckled and Y/N’s tail swayed side-to-side with pride.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he murmured with a small, signature smirk as he playfully twirled her tail around in his hand.  She nipped at his hand in mock annoyance, but had she not been in her animagus form, Y/N would have been blushing fervently.

“You can stay here y’know,” Sirius said after settling under the covers. “Take a little cat nap.”

He smirked at Y/N, who practically rolled her eyes.  Despite the fact that he was her good friend, Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest with the knowledge that Sirius Black wanted her to stay the night. Unsurely, she looked around for a suitable place to curl up.  

Sirius wiggled his foot under the covers, indicating a cozy spot, and Y/N’s pupils instinctively constricted as she struck out with her paw and pounced on his foot.  

Sirius barked out a laugh.

“Animal instincts kicking in, eh?”  Y/N released his foot and looked away, embarrassed.  “Come on up here, Y/N, I won’t bite if you won’t.”

Sirius patted a spot on the bed beside him, and Y/N’s ears perked with hope. She carefully stepped next to him and sunk into the softness of his comforter, letting out a great big yawn. Sirius chuckled and scratched between her ears.  Y/N sighed and nuzzled into the feeling, letting her wary feelings subside as the two drifted into sleep.


Y/N woke to the sound of soft snores against her ear.  She smiled to herself let out a long, luxuriously yawn, stretching her hands out. Wait…

Hands?  Her eyes snapped open to look at her perfectly human fingers stretched out in front of her.  A brief wave of horror washed over her as she realized she had transfigured from her animagus in her sleep.

Sirius’s strong arms were wrapped around her midsection, his body irresistibly warm against hers.

Merlin, he’s in for a fright when he wakes, she worried silently.  Sirius stirred and pulled her closer

“Mornin’ love,” he mumbled against her ear, pressing a gentle kiss to her jaw. She held her breath, waiting for the shock of his realization, which never came.

“Good morning,” she spoke hesitantly, humanly, waiting for him to throw her out.  Sirius only nuzzled her neck.

“M’glad you changed back, I missed your pretty face,” he murmured, causing Y/N’s cheeks to flush bright pink.  It was like a dream, her head was swimming with his irresistible presence.  She relaxed a bit into his touch.

“Me too,” she whispered, sinking into him at last, her worries quelled. She could get used to this.


Classes passed that day in a blur, as Y/N dreamily floated through each one. She hadn’t expected one night spent in Sirius’s arms would affect her quite like this.  Nevertheless, Y/N smiled and hummed as she walked through the corridors of the great castle and outside towards the serenity of the lake. She passed a number of students, some her friends who she distractedly called greetings to, and some she knew through the boys’ countless stories.

Y/N nearly tripped over herself when she caught sight of one particular girl, who stood gossiping with her gaggle of friends.  Her honey blonde hair hung in perfect ringlets down her back, and her curves dipped like those of an hourglass.  She was beautiful…and to Y/N’s dismay, she recognized her as one of Sirius’s one-night stands.

Y/N’s heart dropped at this stark reminder: the reminder that Sirius was a player, that he could never truly fall for her, that she wasn’t good enough, and that she was kidding herself.  Her smile and jolly humming ceased as she continued towards the lake and sunk down against a tree.

Why would he ever go for you?  He wouldn’t even commit himself to that girl back there, and she’s three times as pretty as you are.

Her eyes stung with tears, and she picked at the grass anxiously.

He’s only your friend anyways, why do you care?

She sniffed.

Because I love him.  And he doesn’t love you.

The weight of the realization crashed over her, and she let out a quiet sob. She trembled as wave after wave of anguish crashed over her, her tears falling heavy with unrequited love into her lap.

A small whine startled her, as her red eyes snapped to the fluffy black dog seated only a few feet from her.  She quickly wiped her eyes and sat up straight.

“Oh, hi Padfoot,” she bit her lip and tried to smile.  Padfoot cocked his head, his eyes boring into her as if asking what was wrong.  Y/N breathed in shakily.

“I’m fine, Padfoot, really….it’s nothing,” she sniffled, not helping her case. Padfoot nearly glared and stepped closer to her, nudging her cheek with his wet nose.  She couldn’t help but smile softly.  Somehow, her grief was disappearing by the minute.

“I’m okay…listen,” she took a deep breath.  Talking to Sirius as Padfoot proved somehow much easier.  “I don’t know if you know, or even care for that matter…”

Padfoot watched her attentively, his ears perked, as he laid his head in her lap.  She stroked his fur absentmindedly.

“But I….I like you, Sirius.” His ears perked and he seemed to smile.  His tailed wagged.

“I’m sure you don’t like me, but-“  

Padfoot barked and sprang to his feet, shaking his head from side to side fervently and huffing, before giving her cheek an affectionate lick.  Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she looked in his big grey eyes, and all at once she knew he felt the same.

“Really?” she whispered, breathless.  Padfoot bobbed his head once in agreement, and flashed his teeth in a goofy, canine smile.

Y/N matched his goofy smile and was positively elated.  She threw her arms around the giant black dog, burying her face in his neck.  In a matter of seconds, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her, pulling her tight to Sirius’s chest.  Y/N whispered cheekily:

“I’m glad you changed back…I missed your pretty face.”

Sirius chuckled and lifted her from the ground, finally pressing his lips to hers in sweet, silent triumph.

My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

Of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”
he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

—  Caitlyn Siehl
4

Derek Cianfrance was adamant not to let production designers dig the hole for Ryan in the scene where Dean is burying his dog. Ryan dug it himself and an hour and a half later, “When he was done digging the hole, he broke down. And that was an unscripted scene, him crying at the table. He was actually so emotional and what he told me afterwards was that, that process tricked his body because his body was so exhausted and his body didn’t know that that wasn’t his dog. His body just buried his dog, and his body reacted in that way.“

Vila, Siberian Husky (14 y/o), 59th & 7th Ave., New York, NY • “I rescued her 13 years ago. She’s deaf, so we’ve taught her a few hand signs, like eat, good girl, come on, and drop it, which is probably her least favorite sign. Our other two dogs are buried in the Hartsdale Pet Cemetery – fast forward 30 years and I’ll probably be there with them too.”

The most important Voltron meta I’ve written:

Shiro: Dog person. Big friendly dogs are the best but there is no such thing as a bad dog. Bury him alive in puppies.

Lance: Dogs and cats are equally good, he will probably say he is more of a cat person because he doesn’t want to make Blue think she’s not his favorite.

Pidge: Dog person, full stop. Cats aren’t bad she’s just allergic to them.

Hunk: Will obstinately talk about lizards every time people bring up dogs vs. cats because he thinks reptiles need more love. Turtles and tortoises are his favorites.

Keith: complete cat person. No social interaction can drag him away from cats. I also feel like he is actually very good at getting along with cats. Has possibly never been scratched in his life, like a very selective Disney Princess.

Allura: Very confused by this whole thing, has to be introduced to Earth animals and the entire concept of dog people and cat people. She probably decides on “dog person” out of those options because she finds out about borzoi and they’re the most beautiful things she’s ever seen. In practice, though, she loves birds. Cockatoos and the big macaws especially.

Coran: See Allura, I have no idea how or why he would find out what they are but I feel like he would adamantly decide on horses as his favorite animal and refuse to choose anything about cats or dogs.

I’m so glad and kinda surprised that Tré Cool hasn’t died in an accident yet. He is one reckless boy. Here are *few* examples of Tré being an idiot;

  • ‘concussions happen to him quite frequently’ (quote from an article). He has also had several cuts on his head from trying to catch cymbals and has needed stitches.
  • He sliced the webby part of his hand between the thumb and index finger on the edge of a cymbal, needed about 5 stitches, still has a scar apparently
  • Very badly dislocated his knee, slam dancing. Needed surgery and was on crutches for 6 months
  • rode a unicycle of a stage which caused one or both of his testicles to go inside of himself. 
  • Jumped of a speaker/ platform onto the floor live on Letterman, landed very hard and had to be taken to hospital
  • crashed a scooter, badly scraping his knee and elbow.
  • has accidentally set fire to his leg at least twice
  • has nearly fell of things many times
  • wasn’t looking and walked into a metal bar.
  • just generally throws things, people and himself around.
He also once said; ‘I wanna survive an avalanche. I wanna be one of those people a dog finds buried under a ton of snow, almost dying of starvation.’

When my mum moved out of home, she got herself a Rough Collie she named Jessica Mary Winch (Winch was her maiden name). Recently I have been pining for a Rough Collie, but I don’t know if I could handle a big dog or such a full-coated dog.

The Marauders
  • Remus: The tingle in your fingers when you hold a hot mug, feeling warm sunlight on your eyelids when you close your eyes, the vanilla-like smell of old books, soft musky cologne, cuddling with a dog and burying your face in their fur, bruises that you don't remember getting, the bite of cold wind on your cheeks, snuggling up in a blanket on a cold day, looking after your friends, wearing woolly jumpers that are too big for you, falling asleep studying, being quiet so you can observe rather than ignore, surprising people when you speak up, being fiercely loyal to your friends
  • Sirius: Leather jackets on hot days, that one pair of boots that are practically moulded to your feet, bleeding and bruised knuckles, running until your lungs burn, resting bitch face, flirting your way out of anything, quotes about rebelling against authority, graffiti, having a short temper, the chill in your blood when a wolf howls, saying "fight me" a lot for someone who couldn't hurt a fly, Arctic Monkeys songs, using sarcasm as a defence mechanism, the burn in your throat from drinking whisky too fast, trying to find a place where you belong, nails bitten to stubs
  • James: Grass under your bare feet, scuffed knees, freckles, cheeky grins, being loyal to your friends, trying to remember certain events to tell your children, messy hair that will never stay still, losing your glasses, not thinking before acting, falling in love so hard it hurts, the smell of lilies on a summer's day, the sting of the wind on your face, the smell of treacle tart and broomstick polish, chapped lips, a crooked nose from it being broken, having friends that are more like your brothers and sisters