#surprise visitor

[ostdrossel]

I worked in the veggie garden today,

and there was so much bird song going on that I put out Merlin to tell me who sings. Merlin picked up a lot, even a Tennessee Warbler, which makes me want to go explore. While I was shoveling, I spotted this guy, an immature male Orchard Oriole. I usually get an Orchard O at least for a day or two and was hoping this year too, so this was very nice. I love how his brown adult feathers are creeping in on the “bib”. I also saw a Catbird today, hopefully it comes to the feeders too.

[deans-baby-momma]

Law & Love Chapter 12

A/N: And this story is back......with a twist at the end......cliffhanger anyone???? BAHAHAHAHAHA (that's my evil laugh)

THEN

As Beau returns to his desk, he realizes that he also likes the idea of going home with her, that his place was considered 'theirs' now.

NOW

After making sure that my attackers are going to be put away, Beau and I head back to his camper, or as he called it- home. Although, almost immediately he is called away on the case concerning his daughter and her step-father; leaving me to quietly relive the revelations made today.

The news of the altercation at the diner was on the evening news and not long after, I received word that the diner was temporarily closed until the whole ordeal blew over. The owner, a nice man by the name of Fred, also offered me a permanent position as head waitress if I want to come back and work at, as he called it, the scene of the crime.  I told him I would think about it and let him know.

After leaving Eric, my douchey cheating ex, I had left with no particular destination. Arriving in Helena and deciding to settle down hours from anyone I knew was a spur of the moment decision;  one I had yet to regret. 

What I regretted was befriending Deb;  allowing her to know the more intimate parts of my life that I would usually keep to myself. Little did I know she was using it as fodder to manipulate and influence her own son to sleep with her; using my stories and life to seduce and fuck her own flesh and blood. 

My phone rings on the side table, causing me to jump out of my recollections. I look to see Beau's number on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hiya darlin'," he drawls in his Texan accent. I should've never told him I thought it was sexy because now he's just killing me with it. "How're you holding up? I hate that I had to leave you as soon as we got home."

I smile to myself at his words. He called it home again, as in his and mine-ours. 

"I'm okay Beau," I say, trying to relieve his worry. "How's Emily?"

Emily is Beau's estranged teenage daughter who just so happens to be in Montana, on a camping trip with her step-father. And of course, there is a killer on the loose in the woods nearby. 

"Traumatized but holding up," Beau states. "She's a good actress but I know my little girl, she's upset. Apparently she and the victim had become somewhat friends."

He audibly clears his throat and goes into his Sheriff voice. "Anyway, I just wanted to check on you. I'll be back pretty late so make yourself comfortable and I'll try not to wake you up when I come in."

"Okay, Sheriff Arlen," I answer, with a nod of my head. "Be careful."

"Always am," Beau tells me and then in a softer, quieter voice he continues. "This weekend- you, me, a couple of fishing rods and the lake?"

"It's a date, Beau."

Life as the significant other of a law enforcement officer is stressful and worrisome. 

The date at the lake didn’t happen because the killer in the woods upped his game by kidnapping the clerk of the local detective agency, along with Emily. And when Beau heard of Emily’s disappearance? Well, I saw a side of the man I was falling for I’d never seen before.

He was angry, hurt, worried, and fearful.  As soon as word got to him that his baby girl was missing, he bolted out of the camper and was in his truck speeding away before I made it to the door, leaving me behind to anxiously await news.

When Beau returns, he tells me about his confrontation with Avery, his daughter's step-father and the plan to make the man wear a tap to eavesdrop on his meeting with the suspects.

"It's a whole organization," he explains. "Avery stole from them, or has some information they want, and they took her to get his attention."

I can tell that the man sitting beside me is at his wits end and is about to lose it so I wrap my arms around him and pull his body toward me. I know I can't fix this but I can try to give him some comfort.

"She's my baby, Y/N. My little girl," Beau sobs as he nuzzles against my chest. "I saw her first step, heard her first word, bandaged her first injury.  I can't stand the thought of her out there, scared and alone and I can't get to her. What if she is just waiting for me to come save her? What if I'm too late?"

I plant a kiss to the top of his head. "You're going to find her, Beau. You're going to find her and get her back safe and sound. I may not have known you for long but I know when you are determined to get something done, nothing will stand in your way.

"You'll listen in on this meeting, find out the location she's being held and you'll bust up in there and save her. You'll still be a hero in her eyes."

Unfortunately, Avery was killed in a shootout at the meeting and the suspects knew nothing of the kidnap victims. 

Come to find out, the owner/operator of the camping organization was the killer and had kidnapped the two ladies to throw the cops off his trail. 

After some digging, Beau was reunited with his daughter, the clerk rejoined her bosses and Buck Barnes was dead. 

Life in Helena Montana could go on.

I'm wiping down the counter while Shelby, the new waitress, sweeps the floor when the bell alerts us to a new customer. We look toward the entrance to see a tall man in Wranglers and a cowboy hat step inside.

“Beau?” Y/N asks, shocked. 

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize that the stranger is, in fact, not Beau. He is much taller, his hair is shorter and the green eyes that I dream about are actually hazel on the man.

“Beau? Beau Arlen?” the man inquires and I can sense a hint of a Texas accent. “Do you know him?”

By now, Shelby is standing right behind me watching the interaction with a questioning look on her face..

“Yea, I know him. Who’re you?”

“Walker, ma’am. Cordell Walker,” he introduces himself. “Do you know where I can find Beau?” 

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[moralisticsblog]

FitMC HAS ENTERED THE CONVERSATION.

THE BALDNESS IS REAL🫶✨️✨️✨️

[someonestrawberry]

saw I trap: hey girlie! this guy is dead. but he has a key in his tummy!! could you get it out to save yourself??

saw traps II and up: preform brain surgery on yourself then eat your own arm then watch your wife be brutally murdered then melt all your skin off with this acid then kill 7 innocent bystanders. you have 45 seconds. now you'll think twice about taking antidepressants.

[usaonetwothree]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: NCIS Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Anthony DiNozzo, Jethro Gibbs, Ducky Mallard, Tim McGee (minor) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Anthony DiNozzo, Tony Left the MCRT For His Own Team, But in a loved and supported way a la the earlier seasons, Parental Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo & Jethro Gibbs Father-Son Relationship Summary:

“Boss,” was all Tony managed before his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he collapsed in Gibbs’ entryway.

[slushyseals]

current favorite seal

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Listen, the simple fact of the matter is: a walrus is bigger than a fairy.

I hear a knock on the door and I open it. I see a fairy. It’s two apples tall. It gives me a start but all I have to do is politely turn it away and I’m good. Conversely it’s human sized and I fully believe it’s a human in a costume—because how the hell would I even be able to tell it’s not—and all I have to do is politely turn it away and I’m good. The encounter is brief, there’s no need to get anyone else involved, and I can have an existential crisis about the existence of fairies after it’s gone.

I hear a knock on the door and I open it. I see a walrus. I fully jump, scramble backwards. I attempt to slam the door in its face, but it’s already halfway through the doorway, barreling towards me with its long tusks and heavy body. I run for my life from the creature that utterly wrecks the narrow walkways of my home behind me. This encounter will not be brief. I have time to wonder: why the fuck is a walrus here? How did it get here? How did no one see it headed here and call animal control? The nearest zoo it over an hour away by car and it doesn’t even have walruses? How long has it been tracking me? Does it know who I am? How did it even knock when it only has flippers and not hands? How the fuck do I get out if this situation? I can’t call anyone because who the fuck is going to believe that I have an actual, real life walrus in my house. I don’t even believe it. I find a window and knock the screen out, scrambling through it into my backyard. I go to the library and look up real estate listings—that’s the walrus’ house now.

[indelicateink]

And even though Lestat isn't really there with Louis, Anderson loved filming all their scenes together because it's such a different relationship than what they shot in season 1.

"Something I really liked about their dynamic this season, which is weird because it is not really them, it's Louis' idea of him, and it's something that I wish that we had more of last season, is them just sort of hanging out," Anderson says. "You see them as friends or people that just enjoy each other's company way more in season 2 than you do in season 1, talking about photos or what are we supposed to do about our daughter? These sort of domestic vignettes. I've really loved doing that stuff."

—Entertainment Weekly

Yeah! The memory of the person that he chose to be with, aside from the vampire bond and the sensuality of their relationship — there was always something else there. They could make each other laugh. It's a real relationship that has layers to it, and it's nice that you kind of get a glimpse of that at least.

Totally. Without all the violence and gore.

[Laughs] Yes, exactly. Sam and I have talked about how nice it would've been to have had a little mini-series where you just see Lestat and Louis just hanging out in New Orleans.

Being happy?

Yeah. And not even necessarily hunting, just like walking, sitting on a bench, chatting, really like the norm.

— AMC blog

i just want us to jog back for a mini gentle season 1.5: The Honeymoon Years. they deserve a soft epilogue series of one-offs

[thatmooncake]

Zoinks! 👻

@noogit9000 @tvstaticchaos

[justanechoflower]

NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE

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[tastyflowers]

spotted a mouse eating comfrey flowers

[doormens-job]

"....don't struggle."

[arkhammaid]

The Italians sure love their nicknames, hihi. So imagine the whole of Ferrari having their own loving nickname for cat!Charles. First it's just behind closed doors but then one day during a race, Charles is upset over something or has to do a late overtake for the win, and then his race engineer sounds through the radio "Vieni, micetta, Forza." and this little moral support helps Charles out. And then after the race Max finds out how Ferrari is calling him and loses his shit because "What do you mean, they're calling him kitten?!!! (I should be the only one calling him that)"

about this ask

THE ITALIANS DO!!! and they love charles. ofc they have yet another nickname for him, what else is new. (i hope you don't mind i steal this for my fic hehe 🤭)

max is truly his own phenomenon. he sees charles in his colors (animal traits lmao) and decides for himself that charles is now his and his alone and only he can call him disgustingly sweet nicknames and watch him blush and see how his ears twitch and-

GP would like for max to stop thinking with his dick and just get his shit together and finally actually talk with charles about his big fat crush

[appri-dot]

Every time I remember an old 2012-2018's game I'm sure to look it up on tumblr to see if theres yaoi fanart

[z-paladin]

Felt the need to color my son...my sweet baby boy who has One Particular Disease (A Friend :) )

[fieriframes]

[Inspiration is always a surprising visitor.]