#in our beautiful home w the dog and the cat

[angelmush]

feeling deeply cared for and like my life is rich w things 2 be excited abt recently :3

[scarlet-witchery]

so I know I'm in the no galladads side of the fandom but hear me out on this one—

so it's maybe five years after the end of the show, Ian and Mickey are still going with their security business, maybe they've even branched out and hired some extra help, making good money, swapped out the stolen ambulance for actual SUVs that Debbie has fixed up for them, and they've maybe even bought a house back on the South Side with a dog and a cat and they're close to all of Ian's siblings (Debbie and Carl and Liam all still live in the old Gallagher house, Lip and Tammi are a few blocks over)

and one day they're on a lunch break together, leaving some diner when some rando kid bumps into Ian, turns out it was a pickpocket, and Mickey takes off after the jerk who tried to steal from his husband (he may not be a South Side thug anymore but like hell is he gonna let that shit slide)

he knocks the pickpocket over and it's some kid, like thirteen or fourteen with bright pink streaks in her dark hair and fierce brown eyes, and Mickey is like wtf kid do you wanna die

and the kid is like oh fuck you, very much an angry kitten type because she's definitely a scrawny thing—by this time Ian's caught up to them and his bleeding heart is like look if you give me my wallet back I'll buy you lunch (Mickey complains that "we just ate, Gallagher" but Ian insists)

so they either go back to the diner or find some McDonald's and this kid practically inhales some burgers and fries, and both Mickey and Ian know the look of a kid on the streets, but she's giving off those vibes that say don't touch me don't talk to me don't fucking perceive me

but Ian probably sees something like Mickey, and Mandy, in this girl and we all know he wants to help people, so he asks her if she's okay or if she needs anything, and even though he can feel Mickey starting to grumble next to him Ian still offers her their couch to crash on after she mentions getting kicked out of a salvation army shelter because they found out she was trans

and after some very intense eye to eye communication between the husband Mickey's like okay yeah fine but if one thing is outta place in the house then we're gonna have words

and the girl—they find out her name is Starr, or something like that—is like wtf why are you people being nice (they understand the suspicion, obvs, they aren't stupid), and Ian's like uhhhh we're gay and we've gone through some shit of our own so maybe we just wanna help?? (although he does notice she relaxes a little bit when he tells her that they're gay)

so they drive back home and Starr is absolutely enamored by the gallapets (a beautiful fluffy black cat and a big pittie mix, both of these animals are Ian and Mickey's baby girls), while Ian fixes up the spare bedroom with fresh sheets—usually it's where Franny or Fred stay when they come for weekend visits

and at first Starr is like okay yeah I'll stay one night but then I gotta go, and somehow it ends up that one night turns into two, then Ian and Mickey come home one afternoon and the house looks amazing because Starr is like "yeah your place was a fucking mess so I figured I'd clean" because she's not a freeloader gdi

and before they know it she's been there for a few weeks and Ian's trying to help get her back in school, because one night they were sitting around and talking and she offhandedly said that she does kinda miss school but the last place she went they were assholes about her transition, and Mickey is like just do that homeschooling course thing that maybe Tammi talked about one of her bougie friends doing for their kids

and then it's been a month or two and they bring Starr to a Gallagher family get together—Debbie hosts the family at the house at least twice a month, but everyone's been super busy lately so it's been a while since the last family dinner—and Debs gives Starr a hug and is like "oh so you're the kid my brothers adopted" (she and Sandy worked things out btw and have been back together for a while now, they've even maybe talked about getting married)

and Starr is like oh no I'm just crashing for a bit but by this point Ian has already got her the homeschooling correspondence courses, and Mickey's taken her to find a doctor who can prescribe her HRT ("it was on our route anyway, fuck off, Gallagher") and their pets adore her—Ian jokes that their cat is the one who actually adopted Starr, they just went along with it

and basically I just love the idea of them taking care of a young queer girl, and being like the cool gay uncles, and yeah :')

[sarahlynn-wannabeateout]

bsd characters getting caught getting naughty alone (Ada edition) -NSFW ‼️

Tw : the list is long and I'm lazy but basically it's sex sex and sex (with a plot each times)

Atsushi

You worked a part time job so you didn't have the same schedule as atsushi , your relation was pretty new and yesterday you and atsushi did your first time together...seems like our tiger boy thought about it all day.

You went home after work , atsushi started sooner than you but finished his work before you ,so you were always the last one getting home except when he had a shift at night.

You entered the house ,you were pretty upset ,your day didn't went as planned.You kicked your shoes ,took off your coat and entered the living room , looking around for your boyfriend

-Atsushi ?

You looked in the kitchen and bathroom before you started hearing noise coming from the room ,you stopped and putted your ear against the door just to hear muffled sound

-ngh...oh god~

You pushed the door and looked through the crack , staying silent ,the door Squeaked a bit but he didn't seemed alarmed,you looked at him ,his eyes were closed ,his head thrown back ,he had his shirt in his mouth and a hand slapped over his mouth to muffle the sweet whimper he was letting out ,his dick in his hand leaking drops of precum ,you saw him sitting up ,now leaning a bit against the bed he looked down and moved his hand totally oblivious of your presence ,you pushed the door a bit more as he widened his eyes ,he opened his mouth , letting his shirt down and grabbed the blanket and stared at you silently before looking down , panicking too much to utter a single word.

-w-well...damn ,if I knew I'd get such a show getting back home I would've ran on the way back

He putted a hand on his face ,too embarrassed to even look at you

-y/n I'm sorry I shouldn't...this is so embarrassing god ...

You leaned against the door frame ,not answering immediately before stepping in the room and closing the door behind you

-i'm not gonna lie ...I'm embarassed too ,but honestly I'm so turned on now I don't seem to be able to care

You walked toward him , standing beside the bed ,he finally looked up at you

-...what?

He tilted his head , expecting you to be mad.

- why don't you...keep going?

You sat down the floor and putted your upper body on the bed.

-what ? No this is so embarrassing i-

You pulled the blanket and pointed at his shaft

-you say that but you're way more turned on now ,it's leaking way more than before... atsushi you're a pervert...

You said smirking and looking at his manhood,the hair was cut but present ,the tip was totally red due to how horny he was and the veins were barely noticeable.

- don't...

he placed a hand on it

- it's embarrassing if you stare like this...

You chuckled and didn't answer,he looked at you , hesitant of what he should do.

-go on...you don't have to if you really don't feel like-

He started moving his hand again , biting hard in the inside of his cheek ,he was so ashamed but it felt so good

-what a good boy...

You kissed his cheek as you looked at him until he reached his climax ,he was so beautiful, yourself did reach it too pretty soon with the hand that sneaked under your panties discreetly,too eager to wait, atsushi stared at your face ,your body hided from his sight by the side of the bed

-y/n...can we-

*You didn't left him finish his sentence and jumped on the bed*

- yes atsushi ,you really thought I was just gonna watch ?

He raised both of his brow as you chuckled

-now...let's get to the main course...

Kunikida

You and kunikida were like a cat and a dog.

Him as the cat ,calm and trying to live in peace and you as the dog , constantly annoying him and chasing him to pull horrible pranks on him ,today you and dazai made a bet ,you both bet that you wouldn't be able to get kunkida worked up...(dazai picked this bet knowing it would help with the crush you had on him)

Today your skirt/shorts were a bit shorter than usual ,your breasts a bit more lifted and your voice sweeter ,you finished your paperwork and handed it to kunikida ,you sat on his side ,on the desk and gave him the papers

And all of this kept going all day , flirting with him ,he seemed stoic all the time Wich was super annoying so you thought "no choice I have to take it to another level"

So you did everything so that for the next meeting,a sit will be missing for you .You looked around and asked dazai if you could sit on his lap ,and the plan was that he was supposed to refuse ,you asked everyone and they all knew about your plan they all refused ,you gave a puppy look to kunikida,he sighed and was about to get up

-just take my se-

You sat on his laps

- oh no need ! Thanks kunikida !

You heard him stuttering a bit and sighing,you looked at dazai who was smirking

After the meeting you got up and kunikida did too , almost running to the bathroom

You gave a knowing look to dazai as you followed kunikida,the Ada toilets were mixt (thanks lord).You entered and locked the main door ,noone was here and kunikida was in a cabine .

-hmph...

You heard a very very small whimper and your brow raised ,you sat on the sink and waited ,after 15minutes kunikida got out ,a bit red but his usual stoic look on his face ,he looked at you and his eyes widened.

-y/n what on earth are you doi-

-tatatata... kunikida that's not very ideal to do such dirty things in a public bathroom

his face finally change to one of embarrassment and annoyance

-i don't see what you're talking about.

-oh really? What if I say "hmph~"

You mimicked his whimper and did the movement with your hand , mocking him He gritted his teeth

-...damn

he took his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose

-so...I'm sad I didn't got a sneak peak but I didn't know if you would've allowed me too and I didn't wanna bother you

-wait...

He looked back at you

-you did this on purpose?

You chuckled and got up from the sink

-of course

You pointed at his chest.

-the actual reason why I'm soooo annoying is because you're unbelievably hot to me...

-what?..so all this time you didn't just hate me?

You smirked evilishly

-no ,I just find your reactions very entraining... especially the one you had today.

The door of the toilet he got out from was opened behind him ,you pushed him lightly, taking a flirty tone

-if you want ,I really mean it ,we could do whatever you thought about touching yourself in this cabine...

He looked away and then back at you

-i-its... against my ideal !

He let out a huge sigh as you looked down at his pants ,just thinking about it made him rock hard

-your body speaks for you ..but if you don't want

You shrugged and started walking toward the exit ,he grabbed your hand

-god the things you make me do

He pulled you in the cabine and locked the door , kissing you eagerly,you giggled in the kiss , amused by the brand new side of Kunikida you were seeing right now. He pulled away to take a breath .

- I'm surprised,I saw you as the type of people to never to such things in public and to wait for marriage.

He placed his glasses on top of his head and smiled

- that's why it's against my ideal...but fuck my ideals right now.

He kissed you again , making you moan.

You two got out 30 minutes later , everyone stared at you ,you both had matching hickeys,you looked super proud while Kunikida looked angry , shouting at them to go back to work and smacked dazai for winking at the two of you.

Ranpo

You and ranpo had a very confusing relationship.One time you both will be shouting at each other and on the other side you both just needed a look to understand each other,you both "hated" each other but Always were paired together in mission ,due to your ability being made for fighting,and you were quite smart and understood quickly if ranpo had a plan ,so he never had to tell you what to do ,you both spent quite a lot of time together actually you were his chess bud,you weren't as smart as him but you still were quite the "smartass" as he said ,he actually quite liked you...a little too much.

You entered his appartement,you both were supposed to meet today as usual to argue about random things and eat ,you've gained like 5kg because of him ,he keeps influencing your to eat sweets ,you putted your shoes in the little drawer in the entrance , placing your coat down on it and entered you looked around and saw nothing,you walked toward his room ,ready to try to startle him even tho you knew it'll be no use since he probably guessed the exact time you'll come here.

But you still tried ,the door flew open as you shouted :

-JEEZ YOU COULD AT LEAST COME AND GREET M-...

your eyes widned and your mouth stayed opened,he looked at you and raised a brow

-ranpo what the fuck.

You tried not to stare at his shaft in his hand ,your cheeks turning crimson in embarrassement

-what what ? You're the one bursting in my house and my room.

He said that like he wasn't surprised at all...did he plan all this ? You looked at him ,a small layer of sweat on his forehead ,his cheeks lightly flushed ,his pants and boxers down his ankles as he sat on the side on the bed ,his thin fingers around his beautiful dick ,it was thin and quite long but not huge ,the tip all pink and leaking transparent droplet of precum,and very surprisingly groomed.

-...

You stayed silent ,unable to talk

-Well?You're just gonna stand there and stare at my dick ?

He said raising a brow ,you walked back and blinked

-you fucking planed this didn't you ?why ?

He chuckled

-cause I was hoping you'd pick the first choice that's offering to you ,I couldn't guess Wich one you'd pick but I had hope...

-the first choice?

- yeah , you're still here , looking at me only because you're hesitating,it's either you run away ,either you just keep looking or...join me

He pause and smile , opening his eyes

-and the fist choice is that you'll pick to join me

-you...want me to join you?why I thought we hated each other ,you're so fucking weird...

You said sighing and taking your shirt off ,you closed the door and he gave you a cheeky grin

-i knew it ehe~

You rolled your eyes and walked toward him, straddling on the bed as he giggles

-oh we clearly don't hate each other..

He said kicking his pants away.

-i guess..

Yosano

You and yosano were pretty good friends .Noone knew , except dazai and ranpo obv, that you had a big crush on the girl ,always buying her groceries and what she needed for the infirmary,inviting her for a drink ect...You two were close but she was so damn oblivious about how attracted you were to her.

-Y/n could you go and pick a few things for me an-

You got up and snatched the list in her hand and smiled

-of course!

You ran out to pick her groceries as she was stunned ,you were already gone before she was done

-and...take yourself something ...

She whispered as you already left ,she sighed and started to leave the office but ranpo spoke up.

-how long are you gonna make her wait?

Yosano looked at him and raised a brow

-what do you mean ?

-the girl won't tell you so I guess I'll do it ,she doesn't like you as a friend. it's starting to annoy me to see her struggling to make you understand.

-... really ?

She tilted her head and hummed before nodding and leaving the room

-so she likes me...more?

She said as her mind started imagining the two of you together ,in town holding hands , getting married , doing domestic things...and in bed ,she shook her head before walking back to the infirmary and tried to work but her hormones weren't agreeing with her brain that was telling her to work...

(A bit later)

You came back with a few bags and looked around for yosano ,you walked toward the infirmary and heard something.

You knocked at the infirmary door before entering,you didn't look up ,focused on your bags

-yosano ,I didn't find the-

You looked up and saw her with her shirt opened ,her bra moved on the side,a hand groping her breast and her other down on her stomach, trailing a bit lower ,you blinked a few times as she totally froze ,she pulled her bra back and leaned against her desk trying to hide.

-...I never wanted to disappear so much

She looked at you ,her hand hiding her face

-listen I'm so sorry ,I really am you-

-its alright !!

You shouted as you closed the door behind you to make sure no one else saw that

-its my fault,I should've waited for you to tell me to enter !!

You bowed a bit ,super embarrassed but also super turned on

Yosano just stared in silence before looking at you ,her shirt was still opened and her face flushed.

-...well what is it that you didn't find?...

She said smirking she was embarrassed but your reaction were very entraining

-w-well

You cleared your throat , trying to remember.you read the list to try to remind yourself

-oh yeah ,the big coton pads ,they only had the small one...

She nodded and got up she walked toward you and in order to take the bags as you did your best not to look at her

-very well.

She touched your hands as she took the bags ,she leaned toward you and whispered

-thank you y/n.

She walked back ,her arousal making her quite confident all of sudden

You were totally red as she swayed her hips and didn't even tried to cover herself

-anytime...yeah anytime.

She chuckled as she turned around to look at you again while putting some of the groceries away

-are you alright?

You nodded as she smiled and leaned again the little drawer she was putting things in

-you don't really seems okay

She smirked evilishly as she walked toward you

-you might be hurt...I should check on you.

She said putting her hand on your shoulder, trailing it down your chest ,you gluped and looked at her hand

-its okay , you'll feel better once I'll be done "healing" you.

Dazai

The two of you were acquainted for a while but never really talked ,you never really liked him because of how he acted until recently,he almost got killed and you saved him and a few minutes after the roles were reversed since then you two started going along to the park , sitting down under trees to sleep and talk (dazai already tried to escape to try to commit suicide but you always keep an eye open around him so you forced him to just go back home) , going to each other house , bullying kunikida and atsushi together...

You were sitting on the couch as dazai was taking his shower ,you wore a headband and was already in pyjamas,you often stayed at his place and slept in the Guest room.

After 40 minutes you started Wondering why dazai was taking so long ,you went and knocked on the door as it opened itself a little ,you saw him facing the wall , holding onto it as you saw his arm move.

-Dazai are you alright in there ?

-ngh...yeah I'm fine !

You heard him answer trough his teeth ,you raised a eyebrow as you shrugged and acted like you couldn't see him ,the two of you often flirted and there was quite the tension between the two of you

-oh really?

He froze as he realized your voice was quite loud...it didn't sound like the door was closed,he grabbed a towel and held it in front of his shaft ,he looked at you,panting.

-shit...what the heck are you doing?

-JEEZ don't blame me you didn't lock the door and and it opened when I knocked.

He looked away and held the towel in front of him as you checked him up

-can you...get out or I don't know do something or say something it's getting akward

-what do you mean do something

You said entering the room ,you took the chair with his dirty clothes on it and just sat , crossing your legs ,he widened his eyes

- well...damn I can't believe I thought you were shy at first

He said in a chuckle ,as you shrugged

- I mean if you told me to do something,so I'll watch

He smiled as he slowly took the towel off

-well belladonna, I'll do my best for you.

Voilà ! now I'll work on the part with the port mafia ;))

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N One-Shot Series PRT 32

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Jack moves about the house with his fresh tapes for the tape recording that sent him into a spiraling psychotic break over a year ago. Now he's using it to record his own tapes. He realizes it seems stupid but he wanted to replace the wounds from the past with potentially new and more positive things he can reflect on in the future.

"So this is the first recording...obviously it's me...Jack...God I feel stupid." Jack shook his head and lit a cigarette trying to calm his nerves.

"Okay...so the house is almost completely finished. I debated on painting the outside of it but decided it wasn't really necessary. Once the weather is nicer, I might consider doing more landscaping." Jack shook his head feeling like an idiot.

"I also finished writing my first book. I found a local editor to look over it and I'm kind of nervous about it. Y/n has been helping me work through those anxious moments which is nice. I like having her around. Y/n is different than anyone I've ever known. She makes me feel like I'm not a complete psychopath. She gives me hope that someday I can live a normal, happy life with all the issues I have. I know that sounds cliche and all but she makes life easier." He smiled to himself thinking about all the times she's helped him.

"I recently suffered a relapse...I honestly thought that was going to be it. I thought if I could just get Y/n out of the house, I could sink back into the darkest corners of my brain and fester there alone. But she wouldn't let me. She stayed. She wasn't scared of me and she didn't hold it against me. She stayed and got me through it." Jack looked at the little smiley face she had put on his thumb with a pen the other night while they were standing in line at the grocery store. He knew it was silly but he made sure to be careful when washing his hands just to preserve the little face.

"I don't know that I've ever felt like this for someone. Cleo...she was kind of my first love. She was special and I had planned a whole life with her but I was never able to visualize it. I could never close my eyes and see us in the future together." Jack looked across the street and could see a light turn on in Y/n's house. He knew it was her mother's room. He also knew this was about the time she got up to stretch her legs around the house. She was getting a lot stronger. He liked the visits they had started having. He liked having dinner with Y/n and her mom. It felt like a family.

"When I think about what a future with Y/n would look like, I see us living in this house that I've made my own. Getting another dog for Ace to play with. Maybe even a cat, I know how much Y/n has talked about having a cat and a dog and I think that would be fun. Waking up in the morning to see her out the door to work, having dinners with her mom in the evening and helping her take care of her garden." Jack felt warmth in his belly when he pictured it.

"I've only just finished this book about the worst parts of my life and I already want to write another about what my life is now, what it could be with her. I want her to come home to me, this beautiful house and our pets who we obnoxxiously treat like our children." Jack rambled.

"Are you talking to yourself?" Jack startled and dropped the recording on the porch. His eyes went wide seeing Cleo standing just 10 feet away from him.

"C-cleo? W-what are you..." Jack stood up and she held her hand up warning him not to approach.

"So you just sit out here by yourself and talk about how wonderful your life is now that you've destroyed everyone else's? God I knew you were a narcist but I never pictured you this far gone." Cleo looked him over and watched as he itched at his arms.

"What? Are you on drugs or something? Out here getting high and ranting to yourself? God Jack, you really are-"

"I'm not on drugs...i've got scabs...they're healing." He turned his arm slightly and she could see the remains of his self harm from his last relapse.

"You tried to kill yourself?" She asked almost annoyed.

"A few times actually. I'm...adjusting to my mental illnesses and all that comes with them. I recently had a relapse..." Jack cleared his throat and Cleo nodded.

"That explains the voicemail I got. You should really remove my cellphone from your medical charts." She crossed her arms.

"I will make a note of that. Sorry for them bothering you." He apologized.

"What are you doing here? I mean I thought you were done with me? Your voicemail said-"

"I know what the voicemail said. I found a box I forgot to drop off and after some thoughts of burning it, I decided to listen to someone's advice about getting closure." Cleo grabbed the chair that sat next to the one Jack was in and drug it away from him.

"Wh-what kind of closure?" Jack asked nervously. He was unsure of what she wanted from him at this point but he was willing to give her whatever she needed to have closure. She deserved that.

"I want to know the whole story. I want to know what happened here a year ago. I want to know what you found and why you were locked up. I want to know why you hung up on me and abandon me when I needed you the most. Why you turned your back on our life together with out son." Cleo tried not to cry but she was letting angry tears roll down her cheeks. Jack sat down slowly in the chair opposite her and took a deep breath.

Jack sat there and recounted everything to Cleo. He told her about how his parents died in the car crash together, how he started having a slip from reality thinking his mother was still alive. The hallucinations that came with it and how he thought he was plotting her murder. He told her about the sexual abuse he suffered as a child. He told her about the articles in the attic he found and how he had completely forgotten about all of it. He tried not to cry while he recounted it but she actually put her hand on his knee to comfort him. He told her about what his dad did to his twin brother when they were just babies. They both cried at that point.

"I'm not telling you all of this as some sort of excuse. What I did to you and the baby was inexcusable. I just want you to know that I've never been more sorry in my life for anything. You were such an important part of my life and-" She stopped him.

"I know Jack. I know you're sorry and I forgive you. I'm so sorry you suffered so much as a child. No one deserves that kind of pain and suffering." She looked at him much softer now, like she did truly forgive him.

"You seem to be doing well now...even after the relapse." She commented looking him over.

"I've had a lot of help." He ran his hand through his hair and she nodded.

"So I heard. You seem to talk about a Y/n quite a lot in that recording. Who is she?" She asked without a hint of jealousy.

"She's actually my neighbors daughter...she's helped me through a lot of this." Jack explained and Cleo pointed at his face.

"You're in love with her." She smiled.

"How do you know that?" He asked curiously.

"Because you smile just thinking about her. You used to do that with me." She said softly. She didn't seem upset, she just seemed relieved.

"I'm sorry-" She cut him off.

"Jack, you don't have to be sorry. I'm glad I came here and talked to you. I have been so angry and bitter about you, I needed this." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a ring.

"I've met someone. He's brilliant and you would probably think he's a complete ass but-" It was his turn to cut her off.

"I'm sure he's great. You've always had good taste." He teased.

"I'm happy with him and I wanted to be able to let go of this...us...what we had so I could truly start a life with him." She explained.

"I'm happy you're happy. You deserve the world Clo." Jack nodded at her. She stood up from the chair and he followed her to her car. She handed him his box and stopped to look at him once more.

"Take care of yourself Jack." She touched his face and he sighed at the gesture. She got in her car and as he watched her drive away, he knew this would be the last time he would hear or see Cleo ever again.

He felt himself getting overwhelmed and noticed his heartbeat picking up. A panic attack was coming and he wasn't sure what to do. He hurried into the house with the box and tried to steady his breathing. His hands shook as he fought against the pull in his chest.

A storm was coming.

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Callum's home visit

'Not much further. At least I don't think so.' Thought MunchyPup as the next sparse cluster of buildings came into view. In his hands was a cardboard box, sealed shut by a sticker of a dog head, coloured in with pink crayon by Darner. He had agreed to bring over almond cookies for Callum's dad and didn't like to disappoint his friend. The only thing was, he had barely eaten today, and was struggling to not rip open the box and stuff as many pastries into his mouth as physically possible. Normally he wouldn't dream of it, but today he couldn't help thinking about the sweet, crunchy, chewy, nutty deliciousness he held in his hands. It would be so easy to just gently peel back the sticker and sneak one or two...

'No! I'll eat when I get home, these are for your best friend Munchy!' The fuchsia dog said aloud. He fumbled in his pocket for a bit with one free hand, extracting a strip of pastel yellow gum which he placed alongside the others already within his overstuffed muzzle. 'Mmmm! Mango!'

Fifteen minutes later Munch was walking up the grassy hill that Callum lived on. 'Let's see here, 122... 124... Ah, here we are 126!' Munch had been here before to play, sleep over, deliver food for Callum's diet plan, but he could never get over how odd the house was, mainly due to It being two stories tall but with the top floor having significantly shorter ceilings and a staircase that jutted out the side of the house. The windows had boxes of lilies and foxgloves in manicured beds beneath them while the lawn was neatly trimmed and dotted sparsely with daisies and dandelions. The whole structure was cozy and seemed a nice place to live, though it seemed exactly like the sort of place a cat would live. Munch walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.

There were the sounds of footsteps before the door was opened, greeting Munch with the kindly eyes of Mrs Cuddlekit. She was a beautiful coral-red and her fur was always in a slight curl. Munch was fond of her, she was kind and treated all of them like they were her own kids.

'Munchy! What a nice Surprise!'

Munch couldn't help but blush when she leant down to wrap her arms around him, though his massive grin betrayed how much he enjoyed it. 'Well come in, come in. I was just about to start on lunch, can I make you anything?' 'No thanks Mrs Cuddlekit, I'm just here to deliver these to Callum.' 'Oh? And those would be?' 'Just some cookies for Mr Cuddlekit, then I'll be out of your hair.' 'Oh... Aren't you sweet... Well... Well they should be in our room, first door on the right past the bathroom.'

Munch has only taken a few steps when he feels the cat's paw on his shoulder. He looks up into those deep golden eyes. For the first time since MunchyPup met her, she seems upset.

'Just please, don't be surprised. What happened to him was evil. But there's nothing we can do, just be grateful it wasn't worse.'

'W-what?'

'Nevermind Munch, just... Be gentle. I'll show you where it is, OK?'

She lets go and walks down the hallway. Munch obediently follows and they soon come to a thin wooden door. She motions for him to enter, and he pushes open the door...

END OF PART 1...

[servants-hall]

All Creatures Great and Small producer Yvonne Francas gives an inside track on the Christmas episode

All Creatures Great and Small is heading back to our screens for a Christmas special, which is due to be full of seasonal joy and high emotion.

"It’s a journey of love, kindness, and warmth," reveals the show’s producer Yvonne Francas, as What to Watch catches up with her for an exclusive chat to get a sneak preview of the upcoming episode, airing on Channel 5 on Thursday 21 December at 9 pm. It will air on PBS Masterpiece in the New Year after the fourth season.

Set at Yuletide 1940, it sees caring vet James (Nicholas Ralph) spending the festivities away from both Skeldale House and his heavily pregnant wife Helen (Rachel Shenton) as he is training with the RAF.

Here, Yvonne Francas spills the beans on the All Creatures Great and Small Christmas special…

All Creatures Great and Small’s Christmas episodes are always a delight. Is there a pressure to produce something that's heartwarming for the show’s fans? “Yes, we want to deliver something special. It took 12 to 14 days to film and a couple of months to prepare. It's a pressure but a lovely one to have, because I’ve not worked on another show that’s as loved by its audience.”

How would you sum up this episode? “It's about the absence of people, because James and Tristan [his fellow vet played by Callum Woodhouse] are away at war and everyone is missing them. But it’s also about community and family coming together. There’s romance and joy, and wonderful animal stories! We even have a fight over who’ll be Father Christmas – Siegfried [Samuel West] doesn’t want that position!"

How is James feeling about being apart from Helen for Christmas? “James would love to be with Helen, but he's having to accept what serving means, because the people he is with are in the same boat and desperate to get home but they're not allowed…”

And Helen is heavily pregnant now. What has it been like for Rachel to wear the prosthetic bumps? “We’ve used several prosthetic bumps for Helen in this series and Rachel had an advisor, who used to be a midwife. But Rachel’s amazing and completely gets it!”

We hear the RAF base has an avian mascot that James needs to treat. Is there anything you can reveal about that? “Yes, the men need their mascot to be fit, as it gives them confidence to do their job. We chose a bird, because it echoes the RAF wings. It’s beautiful and we sent Nick for training to familiarise himself with handling it.

“We also have our regular animals at Christmas like Jess and Dash [Skeldale House’s dogs], Tricki-Woo [Mrs Pumphrey’s beloved pooch] and Oscar the cat. Humbug, who plays Oscar, loves being cuddled! We have another dog too, who isn’t friendly, and Carmody [James Anthony-Rose] deals with that…”

What was it like filming the airbase scenes at the Yorkshire Air Museum at Elvington, near York? “It’s so authentic. We brought in a Nissen hut and located three planes that still exist that would have flown to train airmen at the time and they flew around for us. I sat in one and you do feel exposed to the elements.

“For the RAF costumes, we used a costumier and also sourced some through our military advisor Taff Gillingham. Nick enjoyed wearing his, it gave him a different demeanour. He looks the part. In one scene, he had to run in the uniform, overcoat and hat and he never complained, even though it was June!”

Was it tough keeping everybody cool when you were filming? “We had around 115 supporting artistes throughout the Christmas episode, with many in coats and scarves for the party. As it was summer, when we were outside, we had shaded areas and cold drinks and Melissa Gallant, the executive producer, brought ice lollies! Then, in the studio, fans were on and doors were open when we weren’t shooting.”

And what can you tell us about the Christmas community dinner that kindly housekeeper Mrs Hall (Anna Madeley) organises in The Drovers Arms? “The war affects what they can provide, although Mrs Hall finds an ally who puts their hands on more food and it’s a wonderful spread. Our art department researched what they’d have been able to get hold of and Bethany Heald, our home economist, created some amazing food.”

How hard has it been to recreate a wartime Christmas? “The art department did research online and in books and magazines. We have paper angels and crepe paper banners because people made their own decorations then and our production base is opposite a Christmas tree farm, so we chose lovely trees.

“There’s a big one in Darrowby’s square and the special effects people created fake snow, which they sieved onto the ground, and they used foam when it needed to come out of the sky, which was supplemented with online visual effects. With roaring fires and carols too, the episode does feel Christmassy!”

The Christmas special of All Creatures Great and Small airs on Thursday December 21 at 9pm on Channel 5 and it will also be available on My5. It will air on PBS Masterpiece early next year.

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

THE CRAZIEST DREAM

Super long post about the unbelievable dream I had last night.

I want to get it all out before I forget because it's already starting to slip away.

I dreamed it was the end of the world and there were all these explosions going off everywhere. Some of them look3d like mushroom clouds and some of them looked like volcanoes coming up out of the Earth. They weren't anywhere close to me but I could see them on the horizon and kneq they were going off all over the world.

So everyone starts to panic, but in the dream I had a family that was not my own family in real life. The dad and mom were strangers. There was a baby, and then there was an older brother who looked like Jason Priestley on 90210.

It's hard to put together because there was no chronological order.

At one point I'm driving in a car with a real life sister and we are looking towards the mountains of our hometown, which there weren't really mountains it was more like Hills but I digress. The mountains were being backlit by all these explosions and I was saying how pretty it made the mountains look.

Then I am home in my backyard and a tree turns into this giant Tree Person monster. And first it starts making the sharp Javelin like things out of its branches and throwing them at me and I start running. Then I turn to the monster and I start quoting hin scripture and rebuking him and invoking the name of Jesus and saying stuff like get behind me Satan. And somehow I managed to make it into my house and barricade myself in my house.

Then I am not in my house anymore I am in some kind of basement party that was going on with all the explosiona started but now every

one's kind of trying to take shelter. And this is where it gets cool.

Every time an explosion goes off I duck into this giant mass of humanity.

It is all kind of like these club kids but to be fair I'm kind of a kid myself.

When I struggle up, the guy I have kind of been sandwiched with is an amalgam of Gerard Way and Davey Havok. He has Gerard Way's face but he has Davey's body and the tattoos he had when he was younger.

So we strike up a conversation and takk a lobg time.

I alsp have my cat, Gray, with me-- who died several years ago-- and he's just kind of prowling around.

I leave Gerard Davey and I start wandering around and the basement turns out to be huge. So in another part of this basement there is Slash who is wearing a blonde wig and a girl who is wearing a black wig. She's clearly a heavy metal chick by the way she is dressed. I think they are in the middle of some kind of photo shoot. So I just stand there and watch. Well Slash takes off his wig and of course he's got dark hair, the girl takes off her wig & shw's got blonde hair and then they both start taking off their clothes. The girl is Drop Dead gorgeous, even though I'm not really attracted to blondes, and she has tattoos all over her that are really really bright and colorful. Slash takes off his clothes & he has this enormous tattoo of Buddha that goes from his deck to his groin.

They then start making out for the camera and posing and I am just in a trance because it is so beautiful.

I somehow make it back to the dog pile and start talking to Gerard Davey again and he pulls out this journal and it's got something painted on rhe clorh cover, but at the bottom of the cover it is stamped with a store and an address in my hometown.

I said how did you end up in my hometown buying this book? He says Rob Dennis gave it to me!

Rob Dennis is a guy I went to school with who founded a local Glam medal band back when we were in high school. He just connected with me via YouTube a couple of days ago and I hadn't spoken to him since 1992.

Then my parents drove up and I grabbed the cat and went w/ them and we are heading out trying to find a place that is safe.

The roads are jammed and we end up in the parking lot of the shopping cenrer. People are running around in the parking lot, beating on our car doors and windows and wanting to talk to us. . Finally we rolled doŵn a window and one guy says do not trust the police whatever you do.

So we're trying to get out of the parking lot and sure enough right by the exit is a blockade of cops. And my stupid parents go right to it and stop. So in the blockade they make us take everything out of the car and take off our shoes. I'm holding on to the cat, my parents have the baby and then there is my brother. All of a sudden I look up and my parents have sidestepped the cops somehow and are taking off and they're yelling at me to come with. I am so mad that they are leaving us behind and I'm yelling back I don't have my shoes I'm not going anywhere without my shoes cuz we're going to be on the road for days and I can't do it barefoot. And my parents leave me behind.

Yep another dream about being abandoned!

So my brother myself and the cat run into this department store that is in the shopping center and of course everybody's looting..

The staff are trying to keep order and we are trying to find supplies. So of course I get shoes, a couple of small bags that I can stuff stuff in. I'm putting the cat in one of them and I can feel his claws clawing into me through the bag because he's scared.

So we're going through and I see a bunch of discarded maxi pads and I'm like okay I'm not going on the run without maxi pads. My hands are full so I'll make my brother shove some in my back pocket.

The staff at the store at the store are all wearing matching pajamas and that's how you know they are the staff. We run through the jewelry department we are grabbing up all the jewelry we can get in case we need to trade it or sell it or something. This is when we get separated and when I get caught.

I get caught very close to a door and I see my brother running out the door past me and again I am left alone, just me and the cat.

The staff is taking my temperature for some reason. I have bull********* them and am trying to tell them nm I'm just a regular paying Shopper! If you just let me go I'm going to TOTALLY buy all this stuff. So I turned out to be running a temperature and they say no you can't leave. So I don't know what that has to do with anything but I'm standing there with a bunch of bags and the cat and I look over and there is this African American gentleman who has these two large wagons full of stuff like duffel bags inside the wagons he pulls one up right next to me he leaves it and he takes off with the other one so I'm thinking okay there's a wagon on Wheels I can throw the cat the wagon I can throw my stuff in the wagon and I can make a run for it. I've got my eyes on the door and somehow like I can still feel the cat like clawing me through the through the vinyl because it's so scared. I am watching the employees because slowly they are all leaving me and going after other people and now there is only one employee between me and the door and I'm just waiting for that employee to get distracted so I can leave. And that is what I wake up to my cat deucey clawing at my leg to wake me up so I can feed her!!!

What a dream!!

[aajjks]

i had to add a concept of what the family wears:

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TC!dad!JK

“make way for the prince and princesses of goryeo!!” announces the guard.

“h-honor to the prince and princesses” says a salesman and bows to gives respect to the future king and queen of the nation of corea.

“honor to you too mr. salesman” ayra replies and proceeds to bow the older man. “no ayra, you don’t-never mind” sighs ae-cha as she takes her little sister’s hand and walks with her through the busy streets with jinseoul trailing behind them.

“let’s seeee~ where’s the pet stand?” ae-cha thinks out loud while ayra just happily waves to everyone with a big smile on her face.

“aw, she’s so cute” says an older lady.

“hi jinseoul! hi ae-cha!”

“is that the king’s daughter? i thought he had twin boys?”

“she looks so much like the queen”

“wow, the king and queen make have beautiful children”

immediately, ayra became the talk of the town. it’s not often that jungkook’s children leave the palace. some were beginning to believe the king had no kids and that his seven children were all just myths and fabled stories.

they knew of ae-cha, jinseoul, and areum and since ae-cha and jinseoul actually leave the palace walls, the people of the town are familiar with their presence but didn’t the king and queen bare seven?

“hello mr. minjun” ae-cha smiles.

“‘ello princess ae-cha. honor to the—“

“no need to be so formal, mr. minjun”

“jinseoul?! is that you? what-what happened?”

“got stabbed but i’m okay now”

gon minjun, the sweet salesman that told the young prince and princess the ins and outs of goryeo AND is a friend of yours thanks to your mother. minjun had known you since you were just a little baby and you took it upon yourself to introduce him to your kids and since then, he’s kept a keen eye on them just for you.

“stabbed? what—“ before minjun could finish his sentence, he’s interrupted by an adorable small 5 year old who he’s never seen before but judging from her eyes, round face, and nose, this child is yours and king jungkook’s.

“hello mister!!”

“why, hello young lady. what’s your name?”

“my name is jeon ayra. princess jeon ayra. my mom and dad is queen jeon y/n and king jeon jungkook!”

“well it’s nice to meet you, princess jeon ayra. my name is mr. minjun. i’m a close friend of your mother’s”

“nuh uh, only my daddy is mommy’s best friend”

“oh, really?” he laughs. “well, who is my best friend?”

“uhhh…you can be the baby in mommy’s belly friend”

“what? your mother is pregnant again?”

“dammit ayra” curses jinseoul “yeah but don’t tell anyone please?”

“of course. but what can i interest you two today? looking for someone? any sightseeing today?” asks minjun.

“uhhh..we’re actually looking for a pet this time” ae-cha replies.

“a pet? oh, we’ve got plenty! cats, dogs, tortoises, which one do you want?”

“THIS!!! I WANT THIS ONE!!!” yells ayra.

“noo, mommy said cat ayra” jinseoul scolds.

“no, she said as long as it’s not a snake or tarantula”

“i’m sure she said lizard too”

“but seoul” whines ayra “please sir? can i have it?”

“this isn’t just any lizard, princess ayra. it’s a gecko (https://pin.it/7fDrMWIVu)”

“can i please have the gecko?”

“no, ayra” ae-cha jumps in “mom said cat or dog. no spiders, no snakes, and no geckos either”

“but he’s tiny and cute and green. pleaseee? please please please please pleaseeeee”

“if you let her have that gecko, mom is going to kill us”

“but she won’t shut up about it on our way home”

ae-cha sighs.

“we’ll take the gecko”

“YAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!”

“how much mr. minjun?”

“oh no, princess ae-cha, it’s free” smile minjun as he takes the gecko out of the cage and puts it in ayra’s hands. “what will you name princess ayra?”

“his name is….DRAGON!! see? because he looks like one”

meanwhile with jungkook and y/n…

~🫧

ball is in your court alina!! what’s your favorite couple doing right now? 😏

The water is so calming, you’re sitting between jungkooks legs with your back hitting his naked chest, as he touches your bare wet skin once again, you’ve been like for this the past hour, with him in the bath, the warm water must be helping you with your aches.

It’s so nice like this, doing nothing but just being so close like this, skin to skin, and he’s doing his best to massage your shoulders and your lower back.

You’re still a little grumpy because he is not fulfilling your needs, he’s got his robe off but not his pants, “yn does this feel good?” He says as his hands sneakily go towards your belly and he lovingly runs his hands all over it.

Your children are safe and it’s so peaceful, you groan as he presses some pressure onto your lower back, he’s having fun.

“Oh yn I didn’t know you had this much tension in your body.” He remarks, pressing a kiss on your neck, now he’s suddenly horny because two minutes he’s near you? His hormones go insane.

“Yn.. tell me, do you want me to touch you?” His tone changes from soft to seductive, he licks the exact same place on your neck where he pressed a kiss at and your broken breathing is a sign that you want him.

Jungkook smirks before taking his hands away from your neck so he can touch you where it really hurts, just like you told him before.

His warm wet fingers travel down to your thighs, your heartbeat is so strong, he’s not saying anything and you’re not saying anything either, the atmosphere between you two feels really hot despite the cold weather.

Maybe it’s the desire burning.

He’s holding you firm and soon his fingers find your heat, he closes his eyes before getting to work and as soon as he sinks his fingers in, you’re already an eager moaning mess, he loves the reaction you’re giving him and he just wants to make you feel really good.

You deserve it.

And you always react to him so swell because your body knows who it belongs to.

Jungkooks left hand settles on your breast and he squeezes it lightly, teasing you with his hands and mouth because he knows how much you love them, his digits feel so hot inside you because you’re eagerly welcoming them in.

You’re so needy aren’t you? He’s so hard now, fuck you’ve got him, he wants to be inside you now. Your moans and shaky breaths echo throughout as you begin to grind on him and he groans at the contact.

His pace increases so do your moans, you’re definitely loud and he is loving it.

That is until before he can kick off his pants, you both hear a knock interrupting you.

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 134: Sunday May 14, 2023 - “Saying Goodbye to a Regal Friend”

We knew it was coming, but it wasn’t until after dinner last night that I became aware, that it was coming soon.  And as much as we’ve mentally prepared for the idea that our boy Havarti wouldn’t be with us much longer, we were both shocked that today we’d have to say goodbye.  He was regal in all ways, from where he chose to sit in the most comfortable possible cushiest spot, to the way he’d wash his face like a cat, and I’d like think that he chose to go out in the most regal way he could; after William was in bed, on a Saturday night when Audrie was at work, just me and him.  No one had to choose his time to go.  He waited until I lifted him up into the bed, one last time, where he’d spent so much time with me over the last 9 years, both day and night. And while I spooned him and comforted him, and called his Mama to let him know he was really struggling, he stretched all four his legs out straight in his classic way, then relaxed and stopped breathing. I had to let Audrie go for a moment, to check him and make really sure and think about how I would share this sad news with Audrie.  The day had come. Our prince had passed. 

I wrapped him up, and tucked him in with his baby blue puppy blanket that he had first come into Audrie’s life with.  I closed his eyes and sat there with him for a time, comforting him as I imagined his good soul slowly transitioning and saying goodbye to our world, our home.  It was a sad finality to it when I pushed his eyes shut, something that will always stick with me.  Havarti’s eyes were always so alive and expressive,  and though they’d been harder to read in his old age, he was still in there - even tonight.  His eyes were always so beautiful, as brown and bright as his young fur and I thought about how beautiful he was as I closed those eyes and said goodbye.  A very handsome dog. I thought he was beautiful the first time I saw him at that coffee shop, just like the love at first sight I experienced with his mama a few days before.  Strong, athletic, lean, with a dark healthy brown coat.  Even his breed sounded regal - Rhodesian Ridgeback. Incredibly handsome dog and everyone commented on it every where we went.  And it was the least of his best qualities.

I told him I appreciated everything he’s done for me, and how I hoped I always made him feel like the big dog in the house; Audrie’s first love and I knew my place.  I told him that I hoped he knew how much I appreciated him and that I was generous with my love for him.  I told him I was sorry for all those times we’d fought and I’d made him shake, and I shed my first tear with that confession.    I thought about that first Christmas, and getting him a well deserved steak, that morphed into piggy platter for his birthday which became a yearly tradition. It crossed my mind that I knew this last December it’d be his last and how I worked hard to get the board fixed just for him, knowing itd be a big deal.   Still, it all seems too fast now.  I patted his head, and promised to still do a piggy platter in December to celebrate him.  And we’d all enjoy it.  We’ll think of him every time we all take a birthday platter off his board.

I patted his head and thought about Audrie and how bad she’ll feel about not being here.  And had the realization that this was maybe the way he intended it.  It would be like him - not one for the center of attention, wanting to be sweet and protective of his mama, knowing how sad and traumatic it’d be if it had to be a production with needles and the like. “You did this for her, didn’t you.”  I respected that, and understood my responsibility for him.  I remember how he’d been there for me when I was storming with work real bad in 2019, the time I tried to quit my job, and Havarti brought my stuffy friends for comfort, and never left my side.  I told him then that Id never forget that, and thought about how some day Havarti would pass, and how Id be there for him just like he was for me then, and promised him to hold up my end of that and surround him with love and peace now, and to help him do this the best way he could and try to help his Mama understand why this was best.  It was an honor to be by his side as he passed and to make sure he got all the respect he earned.

He was a special dog, I knew, from the moment I met him.  His sweet mama had trained him well - which was my first clue at how good she’d be raising a family.   He knew tricks and commands which was no surprise because it always felt like he knew exactly what we were saying, all the time.  I wouldn’t have been surprised if all of a sudden he’d bust out the ABCs.   You could talk to Havarti for more than just sit and come here, you really could feel like you were having a whole conversation with him.   He’d army crawl, put his head down and relax, and best of all - he’d give you a big high Ten, his best trick; things just havent been the same these last couple years when his hind legs couldn’t spring him up for that trick anymore.  He would give me so so so many Tens while cheering on his favorite sports team, the Blues.  This dog loved playoff hockey, mostly for the treats-for-goals deal we worked out, but I imagined he just loved seeing me happy, because he was that kind of dog.   He could not catch a tater tot, no matter how much we’d practice, but never stopped trying as if he understood the entertainment value of watching him chomp at the air; “its ok buddy, I could never catch a fly ball either.”  He really really struggled with his relationship with walking on a leash, but always knew how to reign it in when a child was a the reigns  and that always frustrated me when he would pull me around with all of his weight....”I know you can do better if you wanted to!”   As difficult as he always was on the leash, some of my favorite memories were those cold nights and mornings in Denver where Id have to take him out and practiced going all the way to the park and all the way back with no leash.   We made a lot of walks to that dog park and back in all kinds of weather, I suppose he was trying to teach me how to parent.  And even when we lived way up there on that fifth floor with no dog door, this regal man was above having any kind of accident in the house.   Smarter and better behaved than most people.  What the hell would he ever need a leash for?  This was a dog that would get excited (red rocket level excited) to go the Vet, and it was probably because his vet Dr. Nightengale, loved him and thought of him as a very special dog, and he would know.  And the vet wasn’t the only one that noticed...every dog sitter we ever had just thought Havarti was the best dog, even offering to watch him and take him for free - really it was their pleasure, they’d say. I am sure if we tried, we could probably even get them to pay us to come spend time with our wonder dog, in the crocheted sweaters from Grandma, though we never tried.  Some dogs are special like that, and I patted his head now again, telling him over and over again that he was a good dog.  The only thing I could think to say as I reflected back on all these nice memories of him.  Just such a good kind dog.  He weathered every funny hat, and funny costume we threw on him, and embraced it. His winters as our Reindog was by far my favorite.  And as playful and lightheared and go with the flow he was, by far and away, his most special trait was his gentleness.  As regal as he was, distinguished as he looked, he was the most loving gentle animal.  As soon as I moved in, I noticed something different about this dog.  He actually played with his stuffed toys like they were his friends.  He didn’t chew or destroy them.  I patted his head now and remembered that silly stinky gross little mouse that Havarti moved from Arizona to Michigan to Denver and back.  I am sure its around here in The Finca somewhere.   How gentle he was with that little play mouse, probably says everything that really needed to be said about Havarti.  He took care of all his little buddies. He loved any toy with a face on it.  It was really wild witnessing this when we lived at the 5th Street House and he’d carry his toys outside in the morning and bring them back in at the end of the day.  Did that just happen?  Oh yes, itd happen every day.  I swore he was some kind of wizard reincarnated as a dog.  As gentle as he was with his toys, he was even more lovey with us.  Loved to cuddle, and even tolerated when Mama picked him up to hold him like a baby....I swear it was his favorite thing, even as he got older.  You could see it on his face.   “This is so embarrassing but I love it” As handsome and smart as he was, what made him so lovable was how quirky he was.   He’d go coo-coo for Dungeness crab from Pikes Place, was an All-Star at the “Find It” game, enjoyed the water safely from the beach, and was shameless in his desire to never be in trouble, even when chewing through his own rope leash.  Just a special dog, all around.  He brought our family so much joy, and I missed the first 6 years!  I can only imagine how full Audrie’s heart must be with all those extra special memories of him as a puppy and growing into his clumsy body with all those legs.

We could have just let Havarti cruise to the finish line and enjoy his old man years, but instead Audrie had the idea of getting him a puppy to help keep him young.  I mean the logic made sense, right?  Maybe Havarti could teach a young pup the ropes and pass along his learned wisdom and calm since we couldn’t afford to clone him (an idea Audrie actively entertained for a time).  That plan didn’t work of course, with Huckleberry just being wired totally different than the old man.  But Havarti, out of love for his mama, gave all his best effort and patience in being thrown into being a big brother after 12 years as an only child.  He taught his brother how to play bitey face, graciously shared his toys and watched as Huck destroyed them, tried to show Huck how to walk on a leash properly though he himself had never figured it out, and where to poop so as to make it easier on us (fun remembering getting frustrated with Havarti when Huck was slow to the house training!)  Havarti probably kept things together way more than we would ever know, like any big brother would, and probably got a good kick out of every time we left the house and joked about Huckleberry being in charge.    As much time as these two spent together, I have to assume that years from now, with Huck as the only dog in the house, we’ll notice something and think “Havarti showed him that” - I’ll be real impressed if Huck ever learns “put your head down” but I just hope that just a little bit of that goodness sunk in, for all those times these two slept and dreamed and snored butt to butt.  Its one of the most shining examples of Havarti’s regal charm, the way that he accepted and tolerated his little brother, afterall its going to be Huck thats going to have to patrol this house and keep us safe now that he’s gone...and its almost like he knew that, so he poured as much love into Huck as we tried to.  He was a great brother for Huck knowing that he’d have an important job ahead.  He had a legacy to try to carry and live up to, especially after years of Havarti spoiling us as dog parents.

And then suddenly, Huck was the middle child and we had a baby in the house and one of the greatest gifts that Havarti gave our family was to hang around with us these last two years to give us memories of him with William.   As time goes on, I imagine it will be those photos of William with Havarti we’ll cherish the most.  From that first Halloween where they both dressed as Lions, to being the first dog William walked, I am so grateful for the overlap of our very special dog with our very special boy.   William learned to be gentle with old man Havarti, to give sweet taps and be empathetic and say Good Dog.  William’s first sign was Dog, his first words were “bow wow” and if he grows up to be a dog lover, it will be in part because of the contribution Havarti made to the wiring in his heart.  William was sure to say goodnight to Havarti every night and give him a little head bonk and a kiss, and this last night was no different, even while Havarti laid there suffering, I could imagine he was happy to see William’s smiling sleepy face to say goodnight, like he was waiting for that - within 30 minutes, he’d be gone.  While Huckleberry will always be William’s dog, Havarti became extra vigilant around the house with a baby boy in the house, and gave extra care for his mama who now split her love amongst the four of us men in her life, knowing that he’d always be the one she’d have to worry about the least. Her most steady love. He would now patiently wait for his affection and loves, and eventually move on without complaint to sleeping on the couch in the living room now that life had grown up on us all and we shared the bed not with our extra-leggy-fur-baby anymore, but with an actual baby instead.  And he didn’t bother her with any extra tasks or things to do in these last couple years, just continued to exist in his routine, soaking in the naps, and the comfortable quiet spots in the house,  cruising out his final days.   We were all lucky to have Havarti’s love, but Audrie was lucky to be loved by him most of all.   He understood William to be his Mama’s other son, and rather than look for a play date (he got more than enough of that from Huckleberry), he accepted his old role as guard dog, and would often setup shop for watch in the nursery  to be close to the action (though it could also be argued it was the coolest room in the house and the rug was comfortable, after-all Havarti was no dummy).

One thing is for absolutely sure; Havarti was always a good car dog; down to go anywhere, just like his itinerant parents.   He drove cross country twice including once with his two brothers in the back seat with him.  No problem - he set the tone for the other two.  He joined us on our every move, as we searched for a place to lay our roots.  From the little two-room temporary place where we had no furniture, to the snows of Denver where we had to drag (and sometimes carry if it was too cold) him up and down three floors of stairs several times a day to use the bathroom (and where we registered his poop and him as an ESA!).  Back to Tucson in an Airbnb, then a rental with a perfect backyard for him, and then finally to his retirement home here on Baker, complete with his own private dining room.  The Finca, his final resting place.  Everywhere we went, he was happy to settle in, and be happy. - we literally never had to worry about Havarti. The only thing that would ever rattle him would be if the local kitten tried to eat his food! We got pretty good about getting him into Hotels out on the road, and he was always really great about quietly staying under the radar.  He was very judicious with his bark, always.  From New Mexico to Arkansas Hot Springs, Havarti was a good well travelled dog.  He saw a lot more of this country out the back window of my Prius than most people will ever see.   My favorite trip that I ever took with him was when we went North and camped outside Flagstaff on a cold 9-dog-night.   I warmed two cans of dog food over the flame for him so that he could eat like a king, before cuddling with me in my sleeping bag to keep me warm.  The next day we’d hike up to see the Aspens.  I remember thinking how nice it was to share that with him, and as we watched the sunset at sno-bowl, I swore he enjoyed it more than I did.   Just like that one sunset at the Tetons.  An aesthetic voyager in his own right.  He was a great travel mate, and durable sidekick.  I appreciated him for that.  From the Flat Irons to the White Sands and  Great Sand Dunes, off leash at Soldier Trail or Nordhouse Dunes, Havarti was never an anchor, and I respected him always as a fellow voyager.

And now for that last voyage.  I remember thinking just a week ago, as William and I strolled Havarti and Huck around the neighborhood, that this will probably be Havarti’s last walk.  I stopped and let him pee on every fire hydrant and tried to not tell him to keep up, just let him enjoy it, and go at his speed in the nice cool morning air.  I thought how selfish it was to wish for him to stay for one last summer.  He’d had enough Tucson summers for one dog’s life.  I pat him on the head and told him he was a good boy as I took of his leash and joked about how he probably didn’t need it anymore, even if he did go along on our walks.  And I was right.  Today I picked him up in his bed, and carried him to the back of mama’s car, and we drove him to the cremation place.   His last walk.   I was sure to give him all the respect and love that he had earned, and set him down as softly as I could.  Moments before, we’d brought William in to explain and say goodbye and it was in that moment, that I finally broke down and lost it for the first time.  Just overcome with all of it.  I knew it was coming, but the finality of it - how thered be no more fun or quirky Havarti stories to add or fun trips we’d remember him on, no more high tens or hockey games. This was it.  Our last memories of Havarti and I was open heartedly sad.  I spent several months dreading this day and thinking about how hard it would be for Audrie, but In that moment, saying goodbye, I barely thought of her at all -  I thought about my friend, My Dog and how really blessed I was to be in his life and was more sad that I ever imagined I would be.   Havarti was a really big tree.  Larger than any life to be expected from a rescued Tucson Tan mut.  There will never be a dog like him in my life, and I knew it. He was, indeed, the best good boy.  It wasn’t just cliche talk but in the end those simple words summed it up best.  I loved him very much and while I had dutifully gotten everything together best I could, and comforted him, and had been mindful of supporting Audrie, now in these last few moments all the love burst out of me and I wept.  It was now my responsibility to help him live on forever, in our home and in our stories, and as a very special member of our family forever.  We gave him the very best life that we could, and he repaid us ten-fold and we’ll never let him be forgotten.

After we were home from saying goodbye to Havarti my Dad texted and said something about Grandma greeting Havarti with pats in heaven. It reminded me of the time we went and visited them in Apache Junction and how even though Audrie had really wanted me to ask and make sure it was ok, we brought Havarti unannounced.  “They love dogs!” I exclaimed assuredly.  Didn’t know their park had a policy against dogs!   My Grandma whooshed the dog in the back door and closed all the blinds and went on and on about the contraband dog and how we had to sneak him into the car to take him to the bathroom and keep his head down and don’t tell anyone he was here, knowing full well she was enjoying the fact that this all gave her something to talk about! And sure enough the whole thing was so amusing the next day that she herself was telling the head of security.   What a great story - grandma’s contraband dog. We took a picture together that night in 2014, and as Havarti would consistently do with the camera on a timer, he’d turn and look at the very last second and pose perfectly for the shot.  I can’t even train my kid to do that!  Fun memory to look back on.  It got me thinking and hoping that if it were at all possible now for Grandma to smuggle him through the back door into our Heaven instead of the doggo heaven, that he would be certainly a deserving candidate.   The only bad thing he ever did in his life was to eat Rocks and to run off on a classic walkabout and get lost once.  Regardless of those two blemishes on his record, it would seem to me, that if any being was good enough for a place in Heaven, itd be him.  He was the smartest, most respectful (as long as he wasnt on a leash), and sweetest gentle animal that no doubt any of us have ever met.   He lived a full life with so many happy, playful memories, and thats how I’ll try to  remember him > jumping into Cherry Creek doing splash and dash and carrying around a gross play cat toy mouse.  This last day was tough, and was very heavy, and I am still shocked at how fast it went.  But I am so blessed to have had a truly good dog in my life to tell about and all these amazing pictures of wonderful places that we shared with him.  One of those truly accidental blessings that I didn’t know that I needed or wanted that my stars fated to me back in May 2014.  His steady companionship and friendship these last 9 years through all the tides of our life set a great legacy and model for the four of us he left behind.  He left all of us better than he found us, and for a life lived, there is no greater compliment.  I broke down one last time, as they took him away, thinking about that.  He left all four of us better than he found us.  He had done more than his fair share and left this world so loved; the one thing that lives forever and more than any of us can expect.

Song: Willie Nelson - Live Forever

Quote: “I am my mother’s son. All other identities are artificial and recent. Naked, basic, actually, I am my mother’s son. I emerged from her womb and set out on this earth. The earth gave me another identity, that of name, personality, appearance, character, and spirit. The earth is my grandmother; I am the earth’s grandson. The way I comb my hair today has nothing to do with myself, who am my mother’s son and the earth’s grandson. I am put on this earth to prove that I am my mother’s son. I am also on this earth, my grandmother, to be her spokesman, in my chosen and natural way. The earth owns the least to myself; she shall take me back, and my mother too. We have proven the earth’s truth and meaning, which is, simply life and death." ― Jack Kerouac

[alexesguerra]

Christina Ricci's Cat Full of Spiders Tarot Deck and Guidebook Christina Ricci's Cat Full of Spiders Tarot Deck and Guidebook Contributor(s): Ricci, Christina (Author) , Siegel, Minerva (Author) , Flores, Felipe (Illustrator) ISBN: 9798886635942 Publisher: Insight Editions Binding: Other Pub Date: October 08, 2024 Physical Info: 2.2" H x 8.6" L x 6.7" W (1.55 lbs) 128 pages From the mind of Christina Ricci comes Cat Full of Spiders Tarot Deck and Guidebook, a surrealist dive into the cinematic subconscious of the iconic actress. Featuring a personal foreword by Ricci and deluxe custom artwork, fans will experience a retrospective of her personal and professional journey told through tarot. She's played witches, angsty teens, superheroes, and runaways. Throughout that journey, Christina Ricci's work, noted for her often complex and cerebral roles, has left an indelible mark on the world of cinema and the lives of fans around the around the globe. Inspired by her life and the genres that have been a hallmark of her work, Christina Ricci's Cat Full of Spiders Tarot Deck and Guidebook takes a surrealist dive into the cinematic subconscious of the iconic actress. Featuring a personal foreword by Ricci, creative direction by Mark Hampton, and custom artwork by Felipe Flores; the book gives fans a retrospective look at Ricci's personal journey as told through the tarot. Containing both the Major and Minor Arcana, the set also comes with a comprehensive guidebook, written by tarot author Minerva Siegel, explaining each card's meaning as well as suggestions for simple spreads for easy readings. Packed in a decorative gift box, this unique tarot deck is perfect for Ricci fans and tarot enthusiasts alike, providing a unique way to examine the many journeys our lives take and the characters we play along the way. FOREWORD BY CHRISTINA RICCI: Includes a foreword by Christina Ricci, detailing what tarot means to her and why it's the perfect format to detail her personal and professional journey THEMED TAROT DECK: Immerse yourself in the realm of Christina Ricci's experiences with this collectible tarot deck and guidebook ORIGINAL ART: Featuring 78 cards and a 128-page booklet with custom Christina Ricci-inspired illustrations and never-before-seen artwork GUIDEBOOK INCLUDED: This unique deck includes a comprehensive guidebook to help tarot practitioners of all skill levels perform fun and informed readings, complete with card meanings and instructions BEAUTIFUL GIFT: The tarot deck and guidebook are packaged in a deluxe gift box perfect for gift-giving Biographical Note: CHRISTINA RICCI is one of Hollywood's most respected actors with a deep resume of critically-acclaimed films and television series. Known in her early career as one of the most prominent young actors of all time, Ricci now stars in numerous recent hits, including Wednesday and Yellowjackets. She has received nominations for two Golden Globes, a Critics Choice Award, Screen Actors Guild Award, and two Primetime Emmys. Minerva Siegel is a writer, author, sensitivity reader, tarot consultant, and longtime practitioner of witchcraft who haunts a Victorian home in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, with her gruff Taurean double-Virgo husband and their motley pack of rescue dogs. In addition to this book, she's the author of Tarot for Self-Care: How to Use Tarot to Manifest Your Best Self and Spell Jars for the Modern Witch: A Practical Guide to Crafting Spell Jars for Abundance, Luck, Protection, and More, as well as a dozen licensed tarot decks. Minerva is a disabled wheelchair user. Though the physical body has limitations, there's freedom and power in fully tapping into our own magickal potential. Her many guidebooks help readers do just that. You can find her on Instagram @Author.Minerva.Siegel. Felipe Flores is a Long Beach, California-based illustrator and cartoonist. His art career started in the Los Angeles DIY music scene, where he designed flyers and album covers for bands, including Cosmonauts and Tijuana Panthers. Through his connections in local music, Felipe became head editorial cartoonist for OC Weekly. His tarot deck, "Xero," is currently being adapted into a comic book series for Mad Cave Studios. Review Quotes: "Christina Ricci is once again blessing us with her artistic vision--this time in the form of tarot... Featuring original, never-before-seen artwork inspired by her renowned film career--as well as a personal foreword by Ricci herself--fans and tarot enthusiasts alike can look forward to its publication."-- " Bust" Review Quotes: " A creepy, kooky, mysterious and spooky tarot deck... Containing both major and minor arcana, the deck is packed in a decorative gift box, perfect for both Ricci fans and tarot enthusiasts alike." -- " Rolling Stone" Review Quotes: "Christina Ricci holds all the cards... [ Cat Full of Tarot] is a guide to the mystical practice of divining your future through tarot cards. "-- " Us Weekly"

[montyywritess]

pet loss. ive already flooded my other socials w this grief so i have nowhere else to put ittt. there's legit nothing happy under the readmore as a warning. sheer vent post. was going to just draft it but i need to TALK about her.

my brain just has broken. it's only been a day so i know the pain is nowhere near over. truthfully, i think i could be in my 50s or 60s and still cry about my baby girl.

i just hate that the waves seem so strong and from nowhere too. i can just be talking about nothing even related to losing my dog, and i'll feel bad for laughing. i'll feel bad for feeling any joy. because it's not TRUE joy. because i know my true happiness was when i was going on walks with her, or cuddling her on the couch. or when she tapped my hand for more attention.

i feel like there's been an injustice, how a dog so loving and sweet had to die. and why did the world have to keep on going without her.

14 years of my life is such a long time when im not even 30 yet. and she's loved me during all of them. quite literally at my worst, she's seen me through it all. and she HAS. she wasn't just a dog that was 'there.' my babs was so observant, so in tune with everything i did. she followed me like a shadow. she knew when i was sad, she knew when i needed cheering up.

when i first moved away from home at 17. every triumph and every low point, she was there.

what's crazy is i didn't even need to train her? for anything. she never once had an accident in the house, until towards the end of her life. i showed her once, pee outside. and she did it ever since. i didn't need to train her on or off a lead. she knew. she just KNEW. she stayed by my side if we went on walks alone. the furthest she'd ever go was a few paces ahead, and then she'd stop to check i was still there. she'd only ever trot away further if i was with other people, but then she'd bound on back to us to make sure we were still together. she never was aggressive in the slightest. she was patient with everybody. as i went on to welcome cats and other dogs into our lives, she SHOWED THEM THE ROPES. she welcomed them too. she taught our other dog lola basically everything too, as we rescued lols from a neglectful situation, she didn't even know how to play with toys, but baby showed her. baby was and is the definition of perfection.

i even remember when she had her head buried in some tall grass, a HUGEE mastiff came running on over to her. she was still sniffing away. and then he said hi by sniffing her butt. she didn't even jump. she slowly lifted her head out of the grass and gave him a ??? look. like he was a peasant disturbing her.

babs absolutely made everybody fall in love with her whoever met her. even people who hate chihuahuas. "i never knew they were like this?" ALL of them said it.

there's only been two times in her life that she showed a mean streak and that was protecting me from people who meant me harm. despite her size, she was willing to hurt herself to save me. obviously i didn't let that happen but the fact she was willing to, meant everything.

she slept with me every night, tucked herself in the crook of my knees and we'd be like book ends. sometimes i'd wake up with her head on my pillow, tucked in the covers like she was a human.

there was something magical about her, that i've never had with any other dog. not even dogs i've owned or fostered. like she'd been on this earth before. so wise and kind.

i have SO many beautiful memories of her i've ordered a huge journal where i will start writing them as they come to me, so they can be remembered forever because i'm terrified of forgetting them.

but now i have one horrible memory that wont leave me and thats of her taking her last breath in my arms. i couldn't stop telling her thank you, and telling her it was okay. but its burned into my brain and i feel sick. i can't sleep because of it. i know that i owed it to her to be there, to make sure she wasn't wondering where i was. because she would have. i owed it to our bond and the 14 years of her always being there for me. but fuck, it's awful.

all of this feels so fucking wrong. i dont think i was supposed to be here without her and now im just stuck. now the rest of my life, she won't be there. it's not fair.

[hyunverse]

hello my sweet loveeee i hope ur day has been good :)) i just woke up and i’m about to go grocery shopping and i’m hoping they have my favorite pastry 🙏🏼 what’d you get up to today ? :)) anime names for cats are always so fitting yk ?? like it just works with cats so i completely respect that. i will be sure to give them kisses for u when i get home hehe. and yea dude the rats here are NASTY. people’s dogs can also do some reallyyyyyy questionable things 😭😭

YEP THE BACK LINE UR SO RIGHT i love that dorito shape on men 👌🏼. i feel like out of all the kpop idols in 4th gen, sunghoon, chan, hyunjin, and mingi have like the broadest shoulders i’ve seen so far like i literally think you could lay across them and just be fine (which like yes sign me up pls). YES VICTORRR so dead and sweet and gorg he is prime dead example 🙏🏼 i also wish i had long fingers. i’m always shocked at seeing the size diff of jeongins hand to his phone 😩 talk about sexy. god i just love hands i could talk about them for days it’s like embarrassing atp

sushi all day every day !! i will pick sushi over anything always 🤭 nachos are def up there too tho i love a nice loaded nacho. also thank you for your input thats so good to know. i will definitely be trying it out then :))) i love thai food so much as well so that’s good to know too ^_^ thank u love. SAME my heart beats so fast and i get the shakes 😭. it also oddly makes me break out rly bad ?? but it’s like painful acne too ?? idek. asian dolce latte sounds soooo good rn. i bet our starbucks menus are so different (tbh anything but americas seems better for all food chains). the christmas specials are always so good too, i love when they actually come up w new stuff here

SOOOOO SMOOCHABLE even for todays concert he just looked so so good. i was so mesmerized by felix and jeongin from the clips i’ve seen. something about the tight black jeans just does it for me every timeeeee 😩 MINHOS THIGHS don’t get me started again 🤭🤭. they all looked so good and i love the new dark blue outfits, it’s so sexy 😩

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sweet love is so cute i’m melting. hello angel baby <3 my day has been super good ^__^ i just watched an anime film called suzume, almost teared up im ngl ☹️ i have a tendeancy to cry during films 😔 it’s the sensitive heart in me 🤝 aaaa i lovelovelove grocery shopping sm <3 the cereal section makes me happy eventhough i don’t typically buy them </3 i hope they have your fav pastry, babe! whats ur fave? i love bagels, or any pastry that has meat in it, really. what do the dogs do there, help 😭 i think malaysian dogs are pretty normal 😟

DORITO SHAPE I CACKLEEEED. U DIDNT JUST CALL THEM DORITO SHAPED 😭 chan’s back mmmm. esp that one performance, i think wolfgang where he took off his shirt ISBDKWJS MAKES ME FERAL ‼️ also maybe its just me but sharp collarbones... delish.

victor is the man them e-boys wish they were but arent. they could never be victor. he is far too beautiful. unreachable visual 💯 talking abt animated characters... how are we feeling about howl pendragon? so sexy 😋 JEONGIN’S HANDS ARE SO BIG LIKEEEE?? /:+"!+ THE SIGHT OF THEM MAKES ME MALFUNCTION?? SIR PUT THAT HAND IN MINE RN ‼️ HIS PHONE BE LOOKING LIKE AN ERASER IN HIS HAND BCS HOW BIG HIS HAND IS. HRJFHEHF R GRTRR

coffee is so good it’s unfair that its bad for us 😭 why r bad things always so good. smh. i think our starbies menus are deffo different, actually, a lot of our fast food menus are different me thinks. esp with the fact that malaysia is a dominantly muslim country, so a lot of chain restaurants have to be halal (muslim friendly) — therefore they don’t serve food that contain pork or alcohol. i think that's the main reason why malaysian menus are super different compared to america’s!! i know there are certain recipes available there which aren’t here </3 also!! ik most americans typically customize their starbucks — compared to that, malaysians usually opt for whatever that’s on the menu. i rarely customize my order tbh ^__^ and whats up with American mcdonalds constantly having a broken ice cream machine? istg i go for a mcdonald's ice cream run every week and its never broken 😭 oh and u mentioning thai food is making me crave for pandan leaves chicken </3

concert vids are always so good. THE HYUNE DANCING VIDS CONTAMINATING MY TIKTOK FYP RN IS CRAZY. CRAZY I TELL U!! someone said that hyunjin flirts through his dancing and oh god. . . it’s so true. now i can’t get the thought outta my head. FELIX BEEN ACTING UP A LIL TOO MUCH LATELY BABE... WHATS UP WITH THE CONSTANT SHIRT LIFTING 🤨 HES IN HIS S WORD ERA ISTG ‼️dark looks fit them sm 😋 they look so 😋 nomnom able 😋 minho’s thighs in them leather jeans doe. . . think abt it...

it’s like 4am rn i shud sleep. have a good day my baby, kisskisskiss <3

[pure1024]

Once a dream house, transformed thru action created, materialized so others can see it too.

Most would not think of creating a Chapel for Rescued Pigs, but Andrew did and this ensued from a skeleton left behind, salvaged from another's lost dream.

What have you in mind to find and assemble to create your dreams in real time, perhaps one that is divine, for your life still left to live? Give something incredible back to the world by treating yourself to a tiny house and a new life skill that will not kill but restore the best of America where it is truly needed most. Follow your passions, and your instincts, and live that life right.

Once upon a time, a young man named Jerry started on a tiny house project but took the wrong direction and soon left it far behind. The skeleton of the near-framed dream was incomplete and had a few flaws but sat idle, waiting for the energy to grow. Andrew came along one day with a dream he wanted to portray and decided to take on the one in Manifestation Bay, still laid neglected, idle, and incomplete. Just like the Ugly Duckling that was abandoned and became the Temple Tantra for my home, this little frame had been abandoned until Andrew came along. Now it’s looking pretty good for a Chapel that goes on a trailer to deliver and then goes off to live thereon. The frame was started a few years ago be left behind when the young man had to go. Then came Andrew with a dream that, unlike others, did so seem to have great merit and his will to manifest what is a thrill.

An altar for the candles to burn in memory of the tiny little pig that was a pet until he needed bigger spaces to grow up, 400 lbs, but to big for in the home, then moved off to such pig rescues as this chapel will go to. Mom and Dad still come to see them as they age and grow, play with other sows they make friends with as they age till they must go. This will be the chapel for the memories that it will hold, perhaps some favorite pictures and some incense, each to show that humans and such sentient Beings as pigs, or dogs, and cats you see, are friends that find true love to be a lifelong friend affair. This tribute to such animals is what Andrew is doing here… and feeling as I do for Scarlet, our pig wii love and know, I understand the reason it’s so beautiful and shows that love between the species that I am sure will always grow.

Please join me in 2023 to create more of such sustainable things as Art Houses that will last for uses a hundred years or more instead of throwing this away with no more in the stores. Help me grow Pure Salvage Living for the past is free to grow a future from that is worth living, not to be trashed and just let go. Save the best and build a new home that will be unique and last. Share the pictures and ideas so that this will be the past that children born today will cherish, treasures crafted with a Light on the things that are done right.

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Birthday Drink | F.W.

Title: Birthday Drink

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: It’s Y/N’s 17th birthday, so the twins and her go out for a little drink.

Warning/s: mentions of underage drinking, alcohol, drinking

A/N: This is for “Day 4” for @theweasleyslut’s 2k writing challenge with the trope: getting drunk together and the prompt: “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

"It's already your 17th birthday." George said, "Let's go drink at The Three Broomsticks."

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “Like we haven’t been drinking before.”

Fred gave me puppy dog eyes together with a small pout, “Please sweetheart.”

I sighed, how in the name of Godric Gryffindor do you expect me to say no to that face?

“Fine.” I said, standing up as I turned to George, “Better tell Angie, because lugging my own drunk boyfriend back will be enough. Thank you very much.”

“Hey!” Fred complained as his twin laughed, “Don’t worry, she already knows.”

Fred crossed his arms over his chest, “I can handle my alcohol better than everyone in this room.”

I giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Whatever you say.”

We started to make our way to the statue of the one-eyed witch when we heard footsteps and the soft meows of a cat that we were oh so familiar with.

The three of us exchanged a look before running over to the nearest pillar and hiding behind it.

“Did you hear them, my sweet cat?” Filch asked Mrs. Norris as he held up his lantern higher, “Students out of bed?”

The cat gave another small meow, as if in reply to her master’s question.

Their footsteps soon grew faint as they walked farther and farther from the pillar we were hiding behind.

“That was a close one.” Fred and George sighed in relief as we continued on our way to the statue of the one-eyed witch.

—

“Good evening Madam Rosmerta.” George greeted the woman with a small smile while Fred kept the door open for me.

“Hello you three.” She greeted, setting down the cup she had just finished wiping, “What’s got you three sneaking out on this very fine night?”

Fred chuckled, putting his arm around my waist, “My girl here has turned 17 today and we just thought that we’d get a drink to celebrate.”

Madam Rosmerta playfully scoffed as she placed three glasses in front of us, “Didn’t stop you three from drinking underage.”

I laughed, “That’s exactly what I told them.”

—

“And then w-when he’s about to ask her out, he suddenly t-trips and falls like an idiot.” George retold with a drunk laugh.

My boyfriend raised his hands in mock surrender, “What? I was too distracted by your beauty.”

“You know what?” I said, moving the glass of Firewhiskey away from George, “I’ll go and call Angie before George does something we all end up regretting.”

After asking Madam Rosmerta where the fireplace was, I went and threw some floo powder into it.

“Hey Angie!” I called into the fireplace, “Are you there?”

“Yeah.” She answered, “What happened?”

“Well, your boyfriend is drunk, so can you please pick him up?”

“Don’t worry.” Angie said, “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Once the fire had died, I went back to where my boyfriend and my best friend sat.

“Hey darling.” Fred’s words were slightly slurred, “Where’ve you been?”

I chuckled, breathing in the faint scent of Firewhiskey coming from him, “Just went to the bathroom for a bit.”

“Take another shot, birthday girl.” George said, handing me another glass, to which I drank.

At that moment, Angelina arrived, George greeted her with a small smile and a hiccup, “Hey sunshine! Come to join the party?”

Angelina laughed, “No darling.” She said as she helped George keep his balance as he stood up, “I’m here to take you home.”

She guided her drunk boyfriend to the door before she turned to me, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, “Just a bit tipsy, but I can manage.”

As soon as they left, I turned to my boyfriend, who was looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes. Like I was the stars, the sun and the moon. Like I was the whole world.

I giggled, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He smiled, the dreamy look remaining on his face, “I think I forgot how to breathe.”

I gave him a worried look, “Why? Are you okay?”

He nodded, pressing a small kiss to my lips, “Absolutely fine. I’m just sitting next to the most gorgeous girl in the world.”

Fred then stood up as I followed suit, and left the payment with Madam Rosmerta, “Come on princess, I think we’ve had enough to drink for one night.”

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Draco Malfoy x Reader Smut

Sorry I’ve been gone! I’m super motivated right now so I’m gonna try getting a bunch of these done because I’m kinda in the mood if you get my drift ;)

Requests from anon: 

“ok, i have a kinky ass request, could you do smut with draco, where he spits in the readers mouth-”

“mean draco who loves degrading you (consensually of course) and face fucking and maybeeeeeee hes into knife play“

“PLEASE PLEASE ANGRY SEGGS W/ DRACO. ITS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT“

Summary: After spending too much time with Potter, Draco finally snaps.

Warnings: Angry sex, jealous draco, mouth spitting, dirty talk.

Harry and I had been good friends since we sat together on the train our first year of Hogwarts. While I wasn’t part of the trio I was still a good friend of Harry’s which really rubbed Draco the wrong way. 

Lately I had been spending a lot of time with Harry because he was needing some advice about Ginny from someone who wasn’t so close to her. Mostly he needed to get out, so most of the time we would walk around the black lake in order for him to clear his mind. 

Today was just like every other. It was a lovely spring day and Harry was unsure of how to get Ginny’s attention. 

“Why don’t you just buy her flowers!” I said after already suggesting poetry, chocolate and just plainly asking her out. 

“I don’t want to be so direct!” He exclaimed. “If she doesn’t wanna go out with me I gotta play it cool or I’ll never live it down!”

“Sometimes you have to put your heart on the line!” I said.

“What about you and that git Malfoy huh? How did you end up with a guy like him?”

Harry! I know you and Malfoy aren’t the best of friends but he’s sweet to me and for your information he won me over using poetry, chocolate, flowers and asking me out!” I laughed. 

Before Harry could come back with a sly remark thunder rumbled and almost as if we were in a muggle cartoon it started to rain cats and dogs. 

“Bloody hell!” I said.

“Let’s get back home,” Harry laughed. 

We started off right away towards the courtyard which ended up being a lot farther away than we remembered. The rain started to soak through my white school dress shirt causing me to shiver.

“Of course!” I sighed crossing my arms over my chest trying to conceal my black bra that was showing through and keep myself warm. 

“Here take this,” Harry said holding out his quidditch zip up. I looked at the back ‘POTTER’ was written in big yellow letters. I knew I didn’t dare wear it in front of Draco but I also wouldn’t dare walk into school with my bra showing through my shirt. So I took his sweater and  slid it on. 

When we got to the castle not a student was in the courtyard. Though I saw a dark figure standing in the doorway. When I got there I knew all too well it was my over protective boyfriend. 

“Thank merlin I thought I was going to have to go out there and find you,” He said pulling me into the entrance and out of the rain. 

“I’m okay just wet,” I giggled.

“What the bloody hell are you wearing?” he said.

“Harry let me borrow it,” I rolled my eyes at his jealousy. 

“Take the bloody thing off!” He said ripping it off my shoulders and throwing it at Harry.

“Would you rather her freeze?” Harry said getting pissed.

“Why don’t you stop trying to mark what isn’t yours Potter?” Draco said getting in Harry’s face. I had seen him and Harry quarrel many times these last few years but I had never seen Draco like this before. 

“Draco that’s enough,” I said putting my hand on his shoulder scared of what might happen next if I didn’t step in. 

“Shove off Malfoy,” Harry said stepping towards Draco. 

“You dare to-” Draco started.

“Draco that’s enough lets go!” I said pulling his arm. It was finally enough to pull him out of his trance. We started down the corridor but not without Draco throwing his arm around my shoulders and shooting Harry a death glare. 

When we returned to Draco’s dorm he slammed the door so hard he nearly broke it. 

“What is your problem?” I yelled tired of his childish behavior. 

He stopped his pacing and quickly backed me into a wall/

“All you’ve done all week is go on walks with Potter and today you come back wearing his sweatshirt?” He spat. I knew where this was going and the excitement rose between my legs. 

“You’re such a jealous fuck,” I shook my head. 

“You’re mine,” he said placing his hand on my throat. “Get on your knees you slut.” he said pushing me down. 

I kept eye contact as I unbuckled his trousers and peeled his boxers off his body.

“Suck,” he commanded.

I gripped his hard cock in my hand and began to kitten lick his tip driving him crazy. 

“Stop teasing y/n” he said staring me down.

I didn’t give in though. Instead I acted as if I could only take his head, which we both knew wasn’t true. This of course pissed him off even more. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock down my throat letting out a sinful moan.

“That’s a good girl,” He said fucking my face. “Be the good little cock slut we know you are.” 

I whimpered as his words went straight to my heat. 

“You like it when I fuck your face like this huh?” He said causing me to nod my head as best I could. “Yeah you do you little whore, just love to be used.” 

It wasn’t long until he was close to cumming.

“Don’t swallow yet, keep it in your mouth.” he said just before spilling his seed into my mouth. I could feel his cum sitting in my mouth as I waiting for further instructions.

“Open,” He said squeezing my cheeks together so I had no choice but to obey. He checked to make sure that his cum was still sitting in my mouth before spitting in my mouth. “Swallow,”

I did as I was told and swallowed opening my mouth to show him.

“Good girl,” He said grabbing my chin, pulling me up and throwing me towards the bed.

He started to undress me at a pace I had never seen before. He waisted no time pushing himself in starting at a brutal pace. 

“Ah Draco!” I screamed. 

“You like that?” He said fucking me even harder.

“y-yes!” I stuttered. 

“Can Potter fuck you this good?” He said burying his head in my neck leaving hickeys wherever he could.

“No Draco! Only you!” I cried out.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He said biting down on my shoulder leaving another mark.

“Yours!” I screamed feeling the knot in my stomach form.

“Louder!” He yelled sitting so he could see my face when I come. 

“It’s your pussy Draco!” I screamed feeling myself get near the edge. 

“That’s my girl,” He said reaching down to rub my clit sending me over the edge. He followed suit throwing his head back so I could get a view of his Adams apple before he collapsed next to me.

It took me a minute to catch my breath before I could speak again.

“You know I love you and only you right?” I said still breathless.

“Of course love, I just can’t help but get a little jealous when I see a beautiful dame like you being so close with the chosen one,” he rolled his eyes.

“He can’t be the chosen one when I choose you everyday,” I smiled. 

“You know what I mean,” He laughed before rolling over and walking over to his closet.

“what are you doing?” I asked.

He pulled out an emerald green sweater with ‘MALFOY’ printed on the back in gray letters. 

“You’ll wear this tomorrow,” He said handing it to me. 

“thank god, green is more my color.” I said pulling it close to my chest admiring how it smelled like him.

“Damn right it is. I can’t wait to fuck you in that tomorrow night.” he said getting back in bed pulling me into him so I was laying in his chest.

“That’s funny I can’t wait either,”

A/N: I forgot knife play and now I feel stupid so I guess I’ll be including that in a future fic. I hope you guys like this. Feedback always helps make my writing better and remember requests are open for Draco Malfoy right now so get them in!

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owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 3)

platonic! yosano akiko x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff but trigger warning!! there may be a sensitive topic for others

*getting grabbed and pulled to an alleyway! alcohol mentioned!*

please remember that yokohama isn’t the friendliest place, especially at night.

previous: part 2 : their beloved president

author’s note: same ages as last time!! (so that means everyone is one year younger than canon; that makes yosano 24)

this one is actually pretty long :0

i got info abt her likes on her wiki page (careful! there’s spoilers!)

and yosano is a queen and no one can tell me otherwise

the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

going grocery shopping was an okay chore in your opinion

it honestly depended on your mood or whatever kind of shit happens when you go shopping

cause like something always, always happens whenever you go do groceries

sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and sometimes it’s just plain weird

one time some weirdo proposed to you in the middle of the store asking for a double suicide

he was good looking you’d admit but it’s not like you’d ever see him again

or so you thought

a n y w a y s

every so often, you’d run out of real person food in your apartment

you mostly survive off all of the leftover bakery treats and ingredients—which works out pretty well actually—but bakery supplies unfortunately also run out quite often

and also unfortunately, one time when both fukuzawa & ranpo took a visit to Sakura’s, fukuzawa argued that “no you can’t live off sweets for the rest of your life”

ranpo was scandalized and scrambled to cover your ears

you guys were at it for a while

in the end you sided with fukuzawa causing ranpo to go off about “betrayal from the people he cared most abt” or smth like that

you guys were okay again after bribing him with sweets :)

for bakery supplies you usually have them delivered bc you order them in large quantities bc ahaha no way were you gonna carry like 15-20 50 pound bags of flour no way

when days like those happen, you close up the bakery early so you aren’t walking home when it’s too dark

you scheduled it to happen every first saturday of the month

on those saturdays, you close at 5 instead of at 8

currently, you were at the grocery store looking for basic cooking ingredients such as proteins, vegetables, fruits, and most importantly, snacks

ranpo’s been rubbing off on you

the sun was starting to set and you were walking home with your two bags of groceries when shit went down

tbh you were kinda expecting it cause your grocery run was peaceful for once

but what you weren’t expecting was a wack-a-do to appear out of goddamn nowhere right when you were opening the side door to get to the staircase up to your apartment

like honestly

let a woman do her own thing

the man who grabbed you tried to covered your mouth so you couldn’t scream but you didn’t exactly make it easy for him

you kicked and thrashed around even using the grocery bags—that were somehow still in your hand—as a weapon and the man struggled but he was still bigger than you and was able to bring you to a nearby alley

he reeked of alcohol and you spotted a wedding band on his left hand

not that you cared about the detail in the moment

you kicked him in the groin and in response he let you go only to fall on broken glass that was in the alley way

using the wall to help yourself up, you grabbed a nearby wooden stick and struck him right on his back

your attacker fell and you immediately turned on your heels to escape only to fall back down on the hard cold ground once again

you lift your face up and look back to see the man holding onto your ankle

grabbing a shard of glass—cutting yourself in the process— you begin to swing it at him only for him to easily grip your wrist and stop you

you get ready try and kick him in the groin again but you’re interrupted as your attacker gets sucker punched and flies to wall

you look up to see your savior and you’re blessed to see a beautiful woman, probably not that much older than you are—she’s probably around ranpo’s age— donning a white long sleeve button up, a matching black necktie, knee length skirt, and gloves, along with tights, red heels, and a pretty butterfly clip in her short black hair

but what you really notice is her eyes

ranpo’s eyes were pretty but you like hers just a bit more

you’ve always liked the color magenta

the pretty lady holds out her hand and you take it graciously and thank her as she helps you up

as that’s happening, your attacker gets himself onto his feet and his groan catches both of your attention

he struggles to stand and the pretty lady simples saunters over to him and delivers an uppercut knocking him out cold

you’re stunned and you breathe out a “thank you” making her turn towards you

she notices the condition you’re in

bleeding scrapes on your hands, arms and legs, small rips in your clothes like your tights, blouse, and skirt, and the ruffled state of your hair and clothing

she asks if you live nearby and you tell her that you own the bakery that’s one or two buildings away

when you tell her that, it clicks in her mind that you must be the bakery girl ranpo’s been talking about and the friend fukuzawa was cat sitting for

it’s been abt two weeks since ranpo and fukuzawa first met you and since then, they’ve seen lucky in the office plenty and the boxes of your signature sweets even more

if those two trust you, she has no reason not to

she smiles at you, holds out her hand for you to shake, and introduces herself as the doctor of the armed detective agency

your eyes widen and you smile back at her shaking her hand

“ah! you must be yosano-sensei then! ranpo-san and fukuzawa-san have talked about you! it’s so nice to meet you! im (l/n) (y/n)!”

“they’ve talked about you too, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you (y/n)”

after that exchange she insisted on bringing you home to treat you wounds which you told her it wasn’t necessary

she gave you a pointed look and that was when you realized what state you were in

you sighed and weakly gave in to which she only grinned at

before leaving the alley she walks over to the unconscious man and pulls out his wallet for some sort of identification and home address as you try to see if there’s any groceries still salvageable

after texting the details to kunikida, yosano turns to you poking around the now ruined grocery bags

she simply rubs your back and tells you that the both of you could go buy more groceries together as she was meaning to get some anyways; she even said she’ll pay for you

you refused obviously but she, unknowingly, used the same tactic fukuzawa used with you

“so you’re saying you don’t need groceries?”

“...”

*cue an eyebrow raise from our resident queen*

“...you agency members don’t like making things easy for me huh.”

you gave in reluctantly and at this point you don’t even know why you try negotiating with them

and that’s only three of them

apparently, she was on the other side of the street on the way to buy groceries for the agency when she noticed different produce items on the other sidewalk leading to the alley and she went to check out what happened

ironically, the way to the grocery store from the agency makes you go past Sakura’s but she didn’t realize it until after the two of you had met

before you know it, the two of you are in your apartment kitchen as she cleans and patches up all of your wounds

as she does so the two of you have a little girl talk

you find it quite comforting bc since you opened up Sakura’s you haven’t really had the chance to connect to many people much less other women

you definitely see yosano as your cool, loving, badass older sister

she thinks you’re adorable and agrees with ranpo’s opinion

yup 

that’s right

the opinion that you’re like a little kid </3

you called it a betrayal and all she did was laugh at you <//3

“awhh that’s really cool yosano-sensei!—MFPH?!?”

*squishing your cheeks the same way ranpo did* “ranpo-san was right (n/n)-chan, your cheeks are squishy!”

“?!”

after that small fiasco, the two of you talked some more and bonded over your love for flowers, japanese sweets, and much more!!

you even made a date to have a girls day to go shopping and eat out!

you’re internally squealing a bit bc it’s been a while since you’ve gone shopping

yosano notices and she giggles behind her hand not saying anything bc she knows you’ll only throw a fit

the two of you came around the topic of ranpo when lucky passed by

lucky quickly warmed up to the doctor and cozied up in her lap

“i wish ranpo-san was able to meet lucky when he came by the first time, but then again, he’d probably throw a tantrum if i don’t pay attention to him for 5 seconds”

she snorted at that and like fukuzawa, she shared stories abt the slightly older male

“ranpo-san doesn’t know how to ride a train?”

“unbelievable right?”

“for someone so intelligent i expected more from him”

“i’ll be telling that to ranpo-san, (n/n)-chan”

“wha—?! yosano-sensei please don’t!”

like ranpo, she’s also a tease </3

but you love her anyway <3

eventually, she finished patching you up and promised to treat you to a new set of clothes when the two of you go out

“you don’t need to lose a good set of clothes just because of a sleazy man (n/n)-chan! you deserve better!”

you were going to argue that the rips in your clothes were fairly small and could easily be fixed—except the tights—but you stopped in your tracks when you remembered that it was practically useless to argue against an ada member

the two of you walked to the grocery store and bought both of your needed supplies—along with some extra goodies—and then she walked you back to your place bc it was already a bit dark out

but even if it wasn’t, she would walk you anyways

besides, if anything happened to you, she’s 1000% positive that ranpo and fukuzawa are gonna flip the fuck out not that she wont cause she most definitely will

speaking of which

you were drinking a bottle of water as the two of made your way back to Sakura’s when all of a sudden

“(y/n) you do realize that i have to tell shachou and ranpo-san about what happened today right?”

you choked on your water

“yosano-sensei you can’t! if you do they’ll freak! they won’t leave me alone for at least two weeks! one if im lucky!”

“exactly the point”

you just accepted your defeat already knowing that you’d lose

but maybe you can simmer down their anger towards the bastard with sweets and lucky

you arrived at Sakura’s shortly after and after bringing groceries in, you packaged a bunch of pastries leftover from today—bc you closed early—and bc you’re well aware that ranpo doesn’t share any of the sweets you send him with

you even gave yosano her own special box filled with goodies she loves, and a thermos of fukuzawa’s favorite, your special hot honey lemon tea

other than the sweets, you prepared lucky to spend the night at fukuzawa’s

you really really hoped that doing these things would make them calm down

you shivered at the thought of what their responses would be

you felt really bad for giving yosano all these things to carry and that you were keeping her very late

she assured you that she was fine and that if someone tried to mess with her she’d kick their ass

and after exchanging numbers, the magenta eyed queen bid you a good night and walked back to the agency with lucky walking by her heels

arriving back at the agency, yosano was greeted with some concerns asking if she was alright bc she came back from her grocery run pretty late

(she usually goes in the mornings but today was pretty busy so she left in the late afternoon but now it was already dark)

she waved off the concerns and plopped a couple boxes of your signature bakery boxes at ranpo’s desk, the one for her at her own, the last few boxes in the kitchen for any other agent or clerk to grab, placed the thermos on the desk fukuzawa was by, and picked up lucky and handed him to the president

the two males were pleased with what yosano had brought them, and pleased that another agency member had the chance to meet you

fukuzawa was rubbing lucky and ranpo already snacking on treats as yosano expected

but here comes the hard part

or maybe it’s gonna amusing who knows

“i met (y/n) today.”

“we could tell.”

in goes another treat in the green eyed man’s mouth

“would you like to know how?”

“you bumped into each other, had girl talk, made plans to go out, went grocery shopping, and you brought me and shachou presents.”

“great job ranpo-san, you’re almost completely correct.”

this caught the attention of basically everyone bc they knew ranpo was never “almost completely correct”

“we ended up meeting bc she got attacked on her way home from grocery shopping, i treated her wounds, then we had girl talk and did all the other stuff”

ranpo and fukuzawa froze right in their tracks

“i sent all the info of the bastard to kunikida”

“kunikida.”

“yes shachou”

“find out everything about that man and bring it to me and ranpo”

“...yes shachou”

“and yosano”

“yes?”

“text (y/n) and tell her that her cat, tea, and pastries aren’t going to work as a bribe”

just as you finished taking a shower you sneezed

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