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National Alaska Day

The largest state by area to join the U.S. and its last frontier to boot; is it any wonder we have a special day — National Alaska Day, held on October 18 each year — to celebrate this amazing place?

History of National Alaska Day

While the origins and founder of National Alaska Day remain elusive at the moment, we know plenty about how Alaska came to be a part of the U.S. Long before the Russians settled in this Arctic land, it was populated by indigenous people from tribes like Inuit, Yupik, Tlingit, and others. They hunted and lived on whale fat, beaver, and fish. Then, the Russians came and settled in Alaska, leaving only after 68 years of ruling. The history of U.S. rule in Alaska began with the setting up of a transcontinental telegraph line in Sitka, Alaska. The U.S. wanted to expand their territory, and the Russians wanted to leave — the decimated sea otter population meant this land was no longer profitable, and Russia was short on money after the Crimean War, making Alaska hard to defend. William Seward, the state’s secretary at that time, was the main hand behind the purchase. Alaska was purchased at $7.2 million. His championing of this cause was so prominent, the vast majority of Americans who thought this purchase was a mistake took to calling Alaska “Seward’s Folly.”

Then, in the 18th century, two prospectors found gold at the Klondike region, and thus began the gold rush era in Alaska. Numbers indicate upwards of 10,000 fortune seekers that were headed for goldfields at Klondike, and the beaches at Nome in western Alaska, another place where gold was found. The newfound popularity of this region was cemented by its strategic position during the Second World War. When the Japanese invaded the Aleutian Islands, parts of which are U.S. territory and parts belonging to the Russian federal subject of Kamchatka Krai, the American army had already been stationed there, ready to protect their border. After the Civil War, this Aleutian campaign — called the ‘One Thousand Mile War’ — was the first such battle fought on American soil. Alaska remained a territory until the 19th century when it became a U.S. state.

The 19th century also brought dog sledding to the forefront of American consciousness. A deadly outbreak of diphtheria in Nome threatened the lives of every single person living there. Additionally, the place was so isolated, that assisting them was very hard. This situation was worsened by an approaching blizzard, which ruled out air assistance. The only way to deliver an antitoxin was via sled dogs. Enter Leonhard Seppala. His fellow Norwegian Jafet Lindeberg — who struck rich in Nome — asked Leonhard Seppala to come work with him in his Pioneer Mining Company. Records indicate Seppala regretted this decision on account of the work being difficult. That is, until the day he became a sled dog driver, mushing supplies. A team of 20 was assembled, including that of Leonhard Seppala, who was a venerated musher by then. While the lead dog, Balto, became famous, many argue it was actually Seppala and his lead dog, Togo, who were the true saviors that day.

National Alaska Day timeline

1867

The Debate

A debate erupts in the U.S. about the purchase of Alaska from Russia.

October 18, 1867

From Russian Rule to U.S. Governance

The Russian flag at the governor’s house is lowered and replaced with a U.S. flag.

1868

Alaska Becomes a U.S. Territory

Alaska changes hands from Russia to the United States.

1897

The Gold Rush Era Begins

Prospectors Joe Juneau and Richard Harris discover gold in the Klondike region, starting the gold rush in Alaska.

1898

More Gold is Found

Prospectors find gold on the beaches at an Alaskan city called Nome.

1900

Prospectors Pour In

232 ships carrying around 18,000 prospectors arrive in Nome.

1943

Alaska is an Important Frontier

Japan invades the Aleutian Islands and more than 140,000 American military troops are already stationed in Alaska.

January 3, 1959

Alaska Becomes a U.S. State

Alaska is number 49 to join the U.S. as a state.

National Alaska Day FAQs

What is Seward's Day in Alaska?

Falling on the last day of March, this day commemorates the purchase of Alaska by the U.S., negotiated by then-Secretary of State William H. Seward.

Can you see Russia from Alaska?

On a clear day, by climbing a hill on Cape Prince of Wales, you might see mainland Siberia, which is 50 miles away.

Can Alaska be sold?

The United States does appear to have the right to sell Alaska or give it away without consulting its debt holders.

How To Celebrate National Alaska Day

Visit Alaska: If you have the time (and the budget) plan a holiday to see the wonders of this Arctic state. Visit the immense Denali National Park and Preserve, which is home to glaciers, fossil records, and a study in geology. Take a trip to see Glacier Bay, which gives you a glimpse at a color of blue you cannot find anywhere else on Earth. If you are a fan of nature, you are in luck. The Alaskan wildlife is as diverse as it is abundant — you can see humpback whales in the bay, lumbering brown bears in the woods, or bald eagles soaring overhead. Explore travel websites for advice on when to visit and get started planning your trip!

Learn more about Alaska: Not bitten by the travel bug yet? Not a problem. Take a virtual tour of this place. Read up on the history of Alaska, its people, and the reasons that make it a special place unlike any other.

Watch a feature: Settle in for a fun Alaska-themed movie night with the family. Check out movies set in this region, like the rom-com “The Proposal,” the adventure drama “Into The Wild,” or the Disney feature, “Togo.” Want something longer-lasting? The “Gold Rush” reality TV series that aired on Discovery Channel is all about, you guessed it, the gold rush in Alaska. Whatever your fancy, there are many movies or TV shows across genres that are set in this place. So grab some popcorn and enjoy watching Alaska’s beautiful landscape on your screen.

5 Fun Facts About Alaska

Alaska means 'great land': The name 'Alaska' comes from the Aleut word ‘Alyeska,’ which means 'great land'.

Alaska has the highest mountain peaks: Alaska is home to some of the highest mountain peaks in the U.S., like Mount Denali.

The Alaskan flag was designed by a child13-year-old Native American Benny Benson designed the flag of Alaska in 1926.

Lowest population density: Alaska has only one person per square mile, making it the state with the lowest population density in the world.

A sled dog race in Seppala’s honor: The Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race is held every year from Anchorage to Nome, to honor Leonhard Seppala's mission to save an entire community.

Why We Love National Alaska Day

We get to celebrate Alaskan history: The Gold Rush. The Iditarod. 'Seward’s Folly.' There are so many parts to Alaska's history that we are uncovering. On National Alaska Day, we get a chance to learn about and share in this history and celebrate the fact that this amazing land is a part of the U.S.

Because we love Alaska: The land where the sun shines for 24 hours. The land with the Aurora Borealis. Forests, lakes, glaciers, national parks, hiking trails, islands — Alaska has a little something for everyone. This perfect untouched slice of land is a holiday lover's paradise.

We celebrate America’s history: Just imagine, if Seward had not purchased Alaska from the Russians, Americans could not claim this beautiful land as their 49th state. It’s part of their pride and joy and an attraction to travelers everywhere. Alaskan history is intertwined with American history, and National Alaska Day reminds us of this fact.

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Interview with Dev Ross, Balto-2 Writer

In 2020 there was interview with Dev Ross, published in 2020. Here is another interview with Dev Ross, Balto 2 writer, published in AnimationSource in 2021. Byanca Moureen: You mentioned that the studio wanted a sequel to be much more different from the original and with a focus on Inuit and Native American mythology, and that you were inspired by the biography of your husband and embodied it in Aleu and her journey. Can you tell us about the process of creating and developing the story? Have there been any early versions of the script before you or from you? How did they differ from the final scenario? Were there any darker or more dramatic ideas that ended up being scrapped? DR: The process of creating the story had to do with what I was personally experiencing at the time. I was creating a film with Native American teenagers in Oklahoma, USA, on their Indian reservation. I was inspired by their stories of trying to be their authentic selves in a white dominated society and how they, in many ways, were pressured into assimilating. There were no earlier version of the script and nothing of what I wrote was scrapped. Byanca Moureen: We heard that the script was a little longer than the final movie. Were any deleted scenes that remained on the script? And what scenes were not in the script, but they appeared in the film? DR: Sorry, but what you heard isn't true from my perspective. Perhaps, the director would say different, but I know of nothing that was cut. Byanca Moureen: Did you have an idea of who Balto's father was, and what was his backstory? Did Balto ever know and see him? Was this character ever discussed or created? DR: Balto’s father was never developed. It’s just a known fact that there are mixed wolf and dog breeds — as can happen in the wild, if a dog is feral or loose. I raised a wolfdog myself. In my own mind, I imagined Balto’s father to be a stray dog, a loner, a survivor. He is like a human father, who begets a child and then never even knows it. Byanca Moureen: I'd like to ask you about Aniu. She appears as a totem spirit-shapeshifter and clearly legendary figure among the wolves. Wolves refer to her as The Great Aniu and honor the information from the visions, created by her. She can take the form of different animals and appear in the dreams and communicate through them. The wolves never mentioned that Aniu died or ever existed as a living wolf. Even the film clearly hinted that all totem animals are her guises. Is Aniu a kind of wolf patron goddess for wolves? Who is she? What is she? What’s her role? Is she really Balto's mother or is she just a guardian spirit? Is there any backstory here? DR: Aniu became the white wolf and is now the Great Mother of all wolves and serves as their guide — if they will listen. She represents the "call of the wild" that exists in us all. Most of us ignore that call, repress it or can't even hear it. But some do. Balto did, but fought it to be like regular dogs. But his daughter could not repress the desire to return to her roots, her true nature. Aniu is part of the Great Spirit. She is the reminder that we all are part of nature and must honor nature as a powerful force. Aniu shows herself to those who will listen. (Trivia: In my mind, her great love for her pups and her wolf pack made her a guardian spirit once she died. And, yes, she joined in with a Greater Force, a Great Guardian Spirit. Unfortunately, I don't know, why and how she died — that was decided before I came on the project.) Byanca Moureen: Was Aniu a character of your personal creation, or she was planned by the team working on the original Balto? Was she the white wolf from the original movie? Was it your idea to make exactly Balto's mother to be his wolf side, or it was already stated by the original film and its team, and you just expanded and developed it in the Wolf Quest? What’s behind this mysterious character? DR: The white wolf was in the first Balto, but not developed. I loved her and wanted to make more of her in my film, so I made her Balto’s mother. No one gave me any information on her, so I named her Aniu and developed her a bit more. I was hoping to do more with her in another film, but I wasn’t hired to do another. Byanca Moureen: I’d like to ask about the totem spirits. The wolverines symbolized the fear, the fox symbolized the guile, the bear symbolized the intuition, the caribou symbolized life. What did the white wolf, the mouse and the raven symbolize? And what was the essence of the totem spirits? Are they some kind of the deities from the beginning or they were mortal animals in the past and before death? Maybe every spirit (including the ones in the cave) has a specific role, they have some kind of hierarchy, panteons? And if Aleu was the true leader from Aniu’s prophecy, why the dreams and the tests were addressed to Balto, why Nava considered Balto as this true leader from the prophecy? I feel the emotional and psychological arcs here, so I’d like to go deeper into this topic and to know a bit more. DR: White wolf symbolized being in touch with one's true self, one's true nature. She is an invitation to explore the deepest parts of yourself. She is the Great Mother, the one who loves you absolutely. The one who wants you to self actualize. The mouse is the symbol of wisdom of examining. The mouse seeks to get you to look inside your mind. The raven is a complex symbol. It can represent loss, prophecy and insight. Balto had the dreams, because dreams bring up what one often represses. His daughter was in touch with her wild nature, while Balto repressed it — thus his dreams. Nava felt Balto was the true leader, but discovered that Balto was only a part of a greater plan. Byanca Moureen: Many fans wondered about the puppies. There are six of them, and we only know the names of three: Aleu, Saba and Dingo. The name of the fourth puppy (Kodi) we learn in the third film. What are the names of the other two puppies? Or were they nameless even in the script? DR: I thought I gave names to all the puppies, but, sorry, I don’t remember. Byanca Moureen: Nava has the traits of shaman, he speaks with the spirits and the nature, the wolves themselves are clearly inspired by Inuits and Native Americans. Can you tell more about the culture and traditions of the wolves in the film? Maybe you had some ideas for their developing? DR: I can tell you that I studied how wolves are, how they exist in packs and fused that with Inuit and Native American culture. I had access to a lot of wisdom from Native American elders and used it in the film. Byanca Moureen: If you were again asked to make a continuation of the story of Balto or Aleu, would you agree? And if so, what would you like to tell about? DR: Yes, I would agree. I would take up in the wild with Aleu. Most likely, I would have her return to her father, because she needed help. Perhaps, because of enviromental issues or that her pack had been captured or run off by humans. I was very disappointed, when they did not hire me to do the third Balto, so I made myself look elsewhere for writing satisfaction. Balto 2 was very personal for me. Byanca Moureen: Thank you for your answers! Thank you! Dev

#balto baltowolfquest #balto movie #balto #aleu #balto 2 wolf quest #balto 2 #aniu

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Ok ok tell me about Ash, I'm curious 👀 (Also, I have an oc named Ash and I want to see the difference too. It's a good name)

Thanks so much for the ask aaaaaaaOkay! So Ash is an OC pretty heavily under construction but I will tell you the things I do know about her!

-her maternal grandmother is Inuit and Ash spent a lot of time with her growing up and a lot of time around her sled dogs, who she helped raise (there is a lot more research I need to do to be certain I portray things accurately and respectfully but that is the basis I have at the moment, it's something I came up with when I was a lot younger and now want to actually flesh out)

-her father was in the army and when she was around 14 he got assigned to a base on the east coast so they moved from Alaska which Ash was Not Happy About

-but that is where she met Mickie, fell hard for them, and they took off together as soon as they were both 18, living in Mickie's car and busking/conning their way across the united states until they made it to the west coast and enrolled in a community college music program together

-Ash is a skilled drummer, she started learning when she joined jazz band in middle school and would stay after school to practice and teach herself the drum parts to her favorite metal songs. in high school she was center snare in marching band her junior and senior year (which in case you didn't know is basically the drumline section leader)

-she's a huge metalhead, it's by far her favorite genre, and behind that is punk. her favorite band, however, is... the Beastie Boys. her parents really liked them and she has a lot of nostalgia for them. she will defend their terrible music to her dying breath

-she struggled a lot with anger and discontentment growing up. got in a lot of fights, snuck out a lot. started smoking weed in high school to be rebellious but found it actually helped her mellow out a bit so she still smokes, but not nearly as much as she did as an 18-20yo

-she has waist length black hair with a side shave/undercut style. her fashion is what I want to call gothdykepunk? think black combat boots, worn and torn cargo pants, shredded metal band tees overtop of fishnet armbands, a sickass dragon necklace, a necklace made of safety pins, sharpie colored nails, and her dad's old army jacket atop everything. she's so much cooler than me

-in her efforts to be less aggro as she gets older, she ends up becoming pretty quiet in general (where she used to be accurately described as "loudmouthed") but remains the same amount of intimidating (MAJOR resting bitch face and vocal tone issues, and she's very blunt), so people tend to be scared of her on first impression. but she really isn't mean, she's just intense

-being a skilled drummer, she's strong as fuck and has very well devloped arm and shoulder muscles (aka my fucking weakness)

-she's so cool she really is but man. she's also just a big nerd. loves complicated board and card games and wants to make all her friends play them together and will explain the rules into the ground. the beastie boys as I mentioned. don't hand her the aux cord unless you like melodeath, bad 90's whiteboy rap, and the alt country songs that make her think of Mickie (Mickie plays banjo and accordion and grew up listening to early stadium country and Johnny Cash so they are particularly into the alt country scene and dragged Ash in with them)

-Mickie and Ash are queerplatonic life partners - Mickie is aroace, Ash is an allosexual lesbian who occasionally (with conversation and consent from Mickie) pursues casual sexual relationships with other partners (including a longterm friends with benefits relationship with Kit, a friend they make in college who basically becomes the third wheel to their gay little tricycle), but these two are in it together, ride or die, they love each other so much

-in the fantasy setting I'm working on writing, Mickie and Ash are both bards who travel together conning people and eventually join up with a group of revolutionary bandits and I just love them a lot okay

I sadly don't have any art of her yet but someday I will, there are definitely more things about her floating around in my head but those are some basic facts! as I said, under construction but I love her very much! thank you for the ask!!!

#oc tag #ash

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terror rewatch time!!! i'll be using this post to comment on ep. 9 "the c the c the open c" block the tag terrorwatch2 if you'd like :-)

sophia almost dissociating at certain points and lady jane having tears in her eyes by the end of the scene...

also interesting to highlight that, you know, this is a woman doing something very public and refusing to stay within the confines of the private sphere even if this work/advocacy is in benefit of her husband making it perhaps less "improper" for her to step into the public sphere. and of course she's doing it bc the admiralty won't.

tom hartnell 🥰🥰🥰

and one of the saddest things is that crozier did eventually become the captain he needed to be. but it was just too fucking late.

"more than god loves them" indeed! i mean. it didn't change anything. it didn't save anyone. but the love was there.

someone already said that but yeah it's interesting how hickey wearing irving's coat makes hodge speak to him as an equal in a way he probably wouldn't before. all this rank shit is just performance, it's just wearing the right clothes.

the denial. "this shot will murder me yet" "if it doesn't it'll make that story you like even longer to tell" and it's like. so delusional. jfj at this point is a living dead man. but crozier can't face that yet. "there's time, there's time". but james knows.

interesting highlight of the class divide- hodge, an upper class British man, thinks of the probably very nice wedding he attended which served a ham from Virginia. Hickey thinks about what could be in the tins, behind the polite and vague "veal cutlet tomata"- pieces of horse? a street dog? things he maybe even saw people eating in the squalor of victorian cities

hickey voice-over priming them for cannibalism over a shot of billy going to goodsir.....

the second to last hickeygibson scene, oh my god. the way there's genuine tenderness, the way hickey truly tries to comfort him, and I do think I saw his eyes watering. re: "can he still haul?" I'm reminded of the rat wedding scene. the way there's both genuine love but also a transactional element. but the existence of one doesn't negate the existence of the other. so yeah of course there are practical considerations in his decision to kill him. but there's also the idea that this is a mercy.

also the way hickey allows himself to be very tender with billy and not giving a fuck that goodsir is there and could infer that they are lovers- bc. "civilization" is not a thing here. the bullshit victorian idea of propriety is not a thing here. they're on death's door, who gives a fuck if they're buggerers? (is it buggerer ou bugger. i don't remember)

I love how ANGRY hickey looks at goodsir once he's performing the killing of billy. like. "this is our moment. this is the last moment I'll share with the man I love. you are a intruder. and you think I'm a monster. but I'm not. I'm doing this out of love" and I absolutely get why goodsir had to be present but sometimes I also wish he wasn't??? so we could get maybe a more genuine depiction of their relationship??? like. cornelius holding him tenderly as life flows out of him. whispering sweet nothings in an attempt at comfort. maybe even fucking saying "billy, I love you", and these being the last words he ever hears.

the "orphans that we are" scene.... it's like. the survival instinct kicks in to the point that yes, you will want to abandon your friends because you want to LIVE. but this also means forsaking something of your humanity and crozier just. just can't allow that. but the survival instinct leading to such extremes is also a very human thing, too. and God how HEARTBROKEN little looks in this scene. matthew mcnulty the actor that you are.

there are very few scenes that we get from an inuit perspective in the series so the ones we do get are very very important in terms of illuminating the themes of the show. and of course nive nielsen is just outstanding

bridgens' heartbreak in the jfj death scene..... both bc he's genuinely fond of him and bc he knows that this will probably happen to henry too.

francis just raising his head in desperation and weeping once blanky proposes his plan. "i will not say goodbye to 2 friends in one day". "we both know what's coming for me now. at least love me enough to admit it". the idea that their deaths have to be faced, when just earlier he was desperately running away from the reality of james' state...

death is imminent and they hug, they hug like the old friends that they are, they touch one another openly and lovingly. they allow themselves to be human.

"john, can we sleep?" and I started crying. and the way he carries him so tenderly to the boat- yeah, everyone's watching, so what? who the fuck cares. we're dying buddy. and how after henry is in the boat jopson looks away, always attuned to what other people need, always discreet.

not that hickey wasn't crazy before but. i think billy's death is what tips him from "dangerous narcissist" into "full on god delusions"

"if I'm reading right your accent, Mr. Hickey, you grew up in a home where you would have to use every part of any meat or fowl your mam could procure" now I think this really pierces into him because- that was E.C. in his mind cornelius hickey never had to do that, but E.C. did. and he cannot be reminded of what he used to be- what he still is, really- but he carries it with him, how could he not? even on the other end of the world- someone knows E.C.

"don't indulge your morals over your practicals" if that isn't hickey's motto.

and sol at this point just. a broken fucking shell of a man. reduced to hickey's dog.

the way he wore the ring to the end. to the very end.

the way each of them look as they're eating billy!!!! sol very obviously disturbed, troubled, but also hungry. des voeux cold, calm and pragmatic. hickey with a strange sort of curiosity on his face, chewing slowly, almost savoring the last time he'll have his lover's flesh within his mouth.

hickey sits at the head of the table. hodge sits away, china in hand, trying to pretend this is normal and in a very clear way trying to maintain rank.

i think there's an interesting contrast to be found here with des voeux. he wasn't a lieutenant yet, but he was in the "officer track" so to speak- hierarchically high above a caulkers mate like hickey or a marine like tozer; irl des voeux was promoted to lieutenant in absentia while they were lost. but he absolutely realizes that right here right now rank does not fucking matter, and so he makes no attempt to still perform within the confines of what an officer is supposed to be.

hodge's monologue, I mean. here's how christos lawton can still win an emmy

THE SOL AND HICKEY SCENE

the way hickey offers him a smoke and he declines and hickey is like uh that's odd. the way he calls him "cornelius"- were he and billy the only ones to call him cornelius??? and his plan... it's like. to him it's still about survival and hickey. well. to him it's about becoming a literal fucking god.

the way he uses sol's name...... and "that's a queer melody for a marine" manipulating his devotion to what it means to be a marine for his own ends... when sol confesses what he saw and then tries to steel himself and go back to strategy...... THE TOUCH HOW DESPERATE SOL LOOKS TO BE TOUCHED

"do we need permission from him?" "no" except like. i think sol is in so deep that he does feel like he needs permission. "we'll do what we have to do, tommy, but we'll do it tomorrow" and the look of devastation on Tommy's face. "this is not sol tozer. not the sol tozer i knew, admired, and loved. and yet- i still know him, admire him, and love him".

hartnell :-((( bridgens :-(((

#terrorwatch2

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Friday, November 17, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: MONARCH: LEGACY OF MONSTERS (Apple TV+) PLEASE DON'T DESTROY: THE TREASURE OF FOGGY MOUNTAIN (Amazon Prime Canada) THE SECRET LIFE OF DANCING DOGS (Disney + Star) SHOHEI OHTANI: BEYOND THE DREAM (Disney + Star) THE HOLIDAY SHIFT (The Roku Channel) NAVIGATING CHRISTMAS (W Network) 9:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? FILTHIEST FLIPS (TBD - HGTV Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA CELEBRITY HUNTED: CHASSE À L’HOMME (Season 3) EXMAS LANDSCAPE WITH INVISIBLE HAND MAXINE’S BABY: THE TYLER PERRY STORY PACIFIC RIM: UPRISING PLEASE DON’T DESTROY: THE TREASURE OF FOGGY MOUNTAIN TWIN LOVE

CBC GEM PARAPAN AMERICAN GAMES (starts today, goes until November 26th) SIX WOMEN SORT OF (Season 3) SOUTERRAIN (Underground)

CRAVE TV AWAY FROM HER BROOKLYN HOOK THE HONEYMOON THE KING’S DAUGHTER JESUS REVOLUTION MEDITATION PARK MOMMY SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD UPSIDE DOWN

DISNEY + STAR DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW THE SECRET LIFE OF DANCING DOGS (Season 1) SHOHEI OHTANI: BEYOND THE DREAM

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NBA BASKETBALL (SN) 7:30pm: 76ers vs. Hawks (SN Now) 7:30pm: Kings vs. Spurs (TSN/TSN4) 7:30pm: Celtics vs. Raptors (SN1) 8:00pm: Nuggets vs. Pelicans (SN) 10:00pm: Lakers vs. Trail Blazers (TSN/TSN5) 10:00pm: Suns vs. Jazz (SN1) 10:30pm: Rockets vs. Clippers

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7TH GEN (APTN) 8:00pm: Makaela Blake is a young Inuit-Punjabi woman originally from Gander, N.L. Witness how she is sparking big change and challenging institutional systems with her advocacy work, all while sharing her culture.

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF JERSEY (Slice) 8:00pm (SEASON 2 PREMIERE): New Friends and New Foes

PLANET WONDER (CBC) 8:30pm: How the changing jet stream is making weather more extreme; Johanna Wagstaffe gets brain freeze.

CHRISTMAS KEEPSAKE (CTV Life) 8:00pm: Following their move to a new city, a father bonds with his daughter and stumbles upon an unexpected romance while tracking down the original owner of a Christmas time capsule.

FRIDAY NIGHT THUNDER (APTN) 8:30pm: Aaron Turkey's entire night is wild, starting with a heat race win, a top gun award and failed brakes as he narrowly misses people while speeding through the tech barn. It all ends in heartache when he makes one small error during the feature race.

THE FIFTH ESTATE (CBC) 9:00pm: A man convicted for his role in the 1975 coup and murder of the first family in Bangladesh lives in Canada; in an interview with Mark Kelley, prime minister Sheikh Wazed says she wants him brought to justice.

TRANSPLANT (CTV) 9:00pm: The York Memorial team deals with the life changing-surgery of one of their own.

BATMAN: THE DOOM THAT CAME TO GOTHAM (Cartoon Network Canada) 9:00pm: Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham City and learns of a sinister doomsday cult planning its destruction. Bruce must don the mantle of Batman to fight against ancient magic foes and fiery demons while guarding his sanity against the Old Gods' corruption.

JESUS REVOLUTION (Crave) 9:00pm: A charismatic street preacher and a pastor open the doors to a church to a stream of wandering youth, sparking a counterculture movement that becomes the greatest spiritual awakening in American history.

STAND UP & SHOUT: SONGS FROM A PHILLY HIGH SCHOOL (HBO Canada) 9:00pm: Students at Philadelphia's Hill-Freedman World Academy work with local musicians to create an album of powerful, original songs that captures both the challenging times they're living in and the joy that music brings.

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I know this is a very long ask with a lot of questions, but do you think an inuit qimmiq could ever be ethically kept by a pet home below the treeline? A lot of sources suggest they're a hardcore working dog that needs an actual job like a belgian malinois, but in a home that regularly engages in casual/hobby bikejoring, weight pull, hiking & packing etc, would it be possible to have one as a companion animal? Also do you think it may be culturally insensitive/ignorant to own one of these dogs as a non-indigenous (no inuit ancestry or any connection to inuit culture)? I don't actually have any plans to acquire one of these dogs anytime soon but I'm really fascinated by them and if I ever own one (if its acceptable) it'll be after I have enough experience with other dog breeds (mostly asian spitz, probably, im fascinated by how very similar yet very, very different inuit qimmiq are to these dogs). Also, I read that inuit qimmiq puppies need to be raised with at least one other inuit qimmiq puppy to have proper, well-rounded social skills with humans and dogs as an adult, do you know if this is true? Again sorry for bothering you and if you aren't equipped enough to answer my questions it's fine.

When it comes to questions like "do i think *insert dog breed/type here* can be ethically kept in a situation" I will alway default to the fact that dogs can be kept ethically in many situations and there's a lot more nuance to ethicality than defining a home as "working" or "pet" or "above tree line" or "below tree line". My main question will aways hinge on: is the dog being fulfilled?

There is a fundamental difference between working dogs like qimmiq other indigenous bred working dogs and working dogs like malinois. The malinois, especially the working malinois has been fundamentally changed from its traditional role to better suit people's working needs. From a working perspective it is much more common for the work malinois do to not be herding or herding adjacent, but rather protection, police, military and bite sport related. The malinois is changed from what it was, the qimmiq is not. It is very much unchanged from its traditional role and way of being. To understand why this difference is meaningful first one must understand what traditional work often means for dogs. A good working dog outside of the modern context is a dog that can settle, a dog that does not need constant upkeep physically, a dog that can weather the elements, a dog that is temperamentally sound within its basic breed specific behaviors, a dog that is not quivering with unsprung energy and with qimmiq they are not worked in the summer. In this aspect, qimmiq are very much the opposite of modern working & sport malinois, but it does not mean they are content to be couch potatoes and they are very much dogs that need outside space. I know several in pet type homes, but they are pet homes like mine where the dogs work consistently several times a week and often live outside. (however a majority of canadian qimmiq i know of are in working homes in some regard). The difference between qimmiq and my working bred malamutes is that my dogs have been bred for work AND for in home companionship. Usually, the qimmiq is bred to pull sleds, not to live inside your house (because again they are very unchanged).

You must ask yourself, as you should do with any breed/type of dog: what can I provide for this dog? Why do I want this dog? Will I commit to changing my lifestyle for this dog?

I cannot personally speak on if owning qimmiq is culturally insensitive as a non-inuit. I know several that do and they are, or have been before their own deaths, welcomed in the community as part of cultural exchange (there are whole populations of Canadian Inuit Dogs in the UK and Italy that work their dogs in harness and often import native dogs from indigenous sources in northern Canada for example), but that does not mean that other individuals may not be. Personally, I think as long as you are looking to learn more about traditional dogsledding, to learn about the context of the dogs in the culture, the history, all from the people that originated the dogs there are not going to be problems. I have strong personal feelings that the development and standards of what these dogs should look like and be capable of should be in inuit hands, but imo that does not close the dogs off from being owned and culturally exchanged to non inuit. I think the biggest hurdles you'd run in to are that there aren't many Canadian qimmiq in general due to various factors in Canada itself (past RCMP dog culls, lack of accessible vaccination for dogs, cost of keeping a team of dogs vs cost of a single snowmobile in the arctic etc.)

Now your last big question about puppies being raised together I have some big feelings on. I do not think you need two puppies, although I know a quite a few breeders of differing sled dog breeds that swear by this method. A majority of people are not equipped to raise two puppies together in a way that avoids littermate syndrome, so raising two puppies is detrimental to the dogs themselves. But, on the other ends of things, I have personal experience with the difference of primitive dogs that are traditionally kept in family groups being raised both within that family group and without. 2/3 of my dogs (Zombie and Slash) were raised in a multi generational pack of dogs. They are incredibly adept at dog body language in a way that Sigurd is not. Sigurd was an only dog for the first year of his life, and despite him coming from that same family group, having a very nice stable, temperament, and a lot of work being done on our end to ensure he had proper socialization, he lacks the dog language skills and pure poetry of proper interaction within a larger dog social group that my other two have. I will never raise a malamute puppy into a single dog household ever again, the difference in socialization is just so obvious to me. The behaviors of dogs are both part genetic, but also part environmental. But let me be clear, I do NOT think that two baby puppies can learn this type of socialization just from each other. Adults of various genders and age groups are needed for this kind of adept dog social language to be taught and exist. Sigurd isn't necessarily bad at it, he is pretty dog neutral and very friendly with people (as all my dogs are), most people would probably think he exhibits great dog body language compared to a majority of pet dogs, but once I got Slash and had two dogs out of three that were VERY ADEPT little dog language mozarts it became so strikingly clear to me what Sigurd lacks compared to them (something that often causes conflict in my pack btw because the way he exhibits behaviors and does not understand the signals my other dogs perceive as clear is considered rude by the other dogs). Now malamutes are pretty kennel clubified compared to Qimmiq, so take what I'm saying and increase it for them. I do not think they would thrive without at least one other existing dog in the house (even if that dog was a different breed) around, but certain outlying individuals i'm sure exist.

My final thoughts are that i think freighting sled dogs and indigenous sled dogs are super cool. So i understand why you are drawn to them. I dedicate a lot of time each and every day ensuring my working pet malamutes get what they need, am considering a 4th dog in 2026 due to sled dog brain rot, and even I have my doubts that I would be able to provide a qimmiq what i needs. If i were to get one, I'd have to get a lot more intense than I already am about putting the dogs to work, not because I think the dog wouldn't be content with pet life, but because I would feel guilty as hell purchasing a dog meant for traditional work in the arctic only for it not to get what I deem as the correct and appropriate amount of work due to other constraints that often come up in my life. Hell sometimes I feel this way about Slash because he's bursting with so much potential I feel I'm incapable of properly tapping.

#dogblr #faq #inuit qimmiq #i mean if you're only looking to do recreational stuff a working malamute is going to serve you just as nicely if not better #bc they are much more likely to be able to fit into that house dog niche #there are a lot of dogs i think are cool and i know i would not be able to own them #that's okay if that's how you figure things to go for you #we should own the dogs that fit our lives and needs the best #did you guys know that malamutes were a compromise breed for me and mr d? he wanted bigger and calmer and i wanted sled dogs #and here i am very very passionate about the working malamute in all its aspects #freight dogs too by extension

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The National Alaska Day

The largest nation that the United States is Alaska and its last edge to boot. We have the special — National Alaska Day that is commemorated every 18th of every year, so we can remember this amazing place.

HISTORY OF THE NATIONAL ALASKA DAY

Although the founder and the origins of the National Alaska Day still remain elusive up to this time, we are aware of the many about how Alaska became a portion of the United States.

Long before these Russians settled in the Arctic land, it has been inhabited by the indigenous people from the tribes like Tlingit, Inuit, Yupik, and others. They lived by hunting for fish, whale fat, and beaver. Then, Russians came and also settled in Alaska, and leaving only after their 68 years of reigning.

The history of the United States rule in Alaska started with the settings of the transcontinental telegraph line within Sitka, Alaska. The United States wanted to increase their territory, and then the Russians wants to leave — the devastated sea otter population will mean that the land was not anymore profitable, and Russia that time was lacking money after the happening of the Crimean War, which make Alaska hard to protect. William Seward, the secretary of the state that time, was their major hand behind a purchase. Alaska had been purchased at about $7.2 million. The championing of the cause was prominent and the enormous majority of the Americans who thought that the purchase was a big mistake took to call Alaska “Seward’s Folly.”

18th CENTURY

Two of the prospectors discovered gold in Klondike area, and thus started the gold rush time in Alaska. The numbers indicate to go up to 10,000 fortune hunters that had been headed for the Goldfields at the Klondike, and their beaches in western Alaska, at Nome, another place where the gold was discovered. The newfound fame of this area was cemented by the strategic place during the World War II. When the Japanese attacked the Aleutian Islands, some parts of which had been the U.S. territory and there are parts that belonged to the Russian federal theme of Kamchatka Krai, an American army had been stationed there already, ready to shield their border. After a Civil War, the Aleutian campaign — known as the ‘1 Thousand Mile War’ — had been the primary battle fought on the American soil. Alaska stayed as one territory until during the 19th century during the time that this became one U.S. state.

19th CENTURY

Here, they brought dog sledding into the forefront of the American consciousness. The fatal outbreak of diphtheria in Nome exposed the lives of each individual dwelling there. In addition, the place became isolated, that helping them was a tough one. The situation became worse by the coming blizzard that ruled out the air assistance. Their only way to give the antitoxin was through the sled dogs. Come in Leonhard Seppala. And Jafet Lindeberg, his fellow Norwegian— who struck rich at Nome — questioned Leonhard Seppala to appear and work with him at the Pioneer Mining Company. The records indicated that Seppala regretted that decision on account of the difficult work. That is, up to the day he turned the sled dog driver, the mushing supplies. The group 20 had been assembled, including Leonhard Seppala, who had been venerated musher through then. Whereas a lead dog, Balto, had been famous that time, and many argued that it was really Seppala and the lead dog, Togo that happened to be the real saviors during those times.

Here are the top 10 Places and the Best Attractions that you must see when you visit Alaska:

Alaska is the biggest U.S. state and therefore it is hard to visit it totally on a solo trip, considering the detail that most of its territory is not linked by railways or roads and there are some points that are only accessible by foot alone or walking, by boat, or by small planes. And so if have any plans of visiting Alaska, you should include these places in the travel itinerary that you listed. Here are they:

10. Kobuk Valley – the place is one of those destinations less beaten through tourists, but also, it is one of those curious places to see. Unlike other deserts, the small Sahara had been formed through the millennia by erosion that glaciers had worked over the rocks. It’s only possible to go in the areas by the small planes, but to those that can afford it, a landscape of Kobuk Valley will be a really unique experience.

9. Alaska Native Heritage Center – it is located in the northern suburban of the city. It’s not a museum, because it is a crowd of villages where there are representatives of as numerous as eleven native cultures live. Among underground communal houses and handicrafts, visitors may discover many curiosities just how life has been in Alaska just before the coming of the foreign settlers.

8. Fairbanks – many Alaskans see the Fairbanks as the core of the state. Looking at their map it is directly apparent that the Fairbanks is at the core of nowhere; however, knowing the gold rush history, one would presume that this was constructed just for this reason. The isolated place made Fairbanks a very unique city and because of this, it became one of the major interesting destinations when you are in Alaska.

7. Gold Rush Railroads & Trails – a railway (Yukon Route and the White Pass) was built that links the Canadian town of Whitehorse with Alaskan Skagway, the strategic port of the ocean that permitted the maritime linked to the US. Many packs of horses and many workers died during the building of this railroad where in the mountains had been cut by dynamite. Now, the vintage train connects the Skagway to the White Pass Summit, a border city between these two states.

6. Kenai Fjords – it is a kingdom of ice and fresh water that gives life into the complex ecosystem and had one of those most evocative parks of the state: Kenai Fjords National Park. It is placed on the opposite part of the peninsula coming from the Kenai capital.

5. Sitka - a Russian town of the U.S.A.

Everybody is aware that Hawaii and Alaska were the final two states that join the U.S.A. federation, in 1959. It is not a coincidence that at Sitka, an American flag had been raised to change the Russian flag when these two superpowers ended the sale of the gigantic and still untamed piece of humanity. Sitka was a capital of Alaska, plus it’s the main port if the power was at the hands of Russia. Up to now, there are still architectural elements, like St. Michael Orthodox Cathedral or a Russian Bishop’s house, and also some religious and cultural: in fact, portions of their population are of their Russian Orthodox faith.

4. Aleutian Islands – an archipelago that stretched eastward from Alaska Peninsula is considered as one of those most pristine and beautiful, yet, this is also the least visited area and the both factors are linked to same reason: the trouble in reaching them. A fisherman’s paradise and the tourists can reach the Aleutians through ferry, which only travels twice in a month during summer, or through the plane.

3. Glacier Bay – Into the northwest part of their Inside Passage is the place where it appears as if you’re returning thousands of years to Ice Age, but it did not exist up to 2 centuries ago. The Glacier Bay keeps on expanding as the ice melts, while at the inlet’s mouth, the ice gave lane to the forest. Now the ships can creep until 65 miles to the bay, and it keeps on expanding with many branches.

2. Inside Passage – this is Alaska’s southeastern coastline that isn’t only rugged: it’s dotted with the dense archipelago of the hundreds of islands with varying size, defending it from the elements of the ocean. The sinuous sea tongue that meanders between the coast and the islands is an Inside Passage. It is the real marine highway that connects Vancouver to the Skagway through the boat, touching many towns including the Alaska’s capital, Juneau.

1. Denali National Park – the snowy peaks and the glaciers are crossed by the winding streams, wild animals and uncontaminated forests in abundance. This natural park is defined as the symbol of the entire Alaska.

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Dear teachers on reserves stop stealing Indigenous Peoples dogs

As a teacher on a reserve it pisses me the fuck off when some white teacher with a holier than thou attitude breaks the LITERAL laws to do what they think is right and instead make everything worse and be too fucking dumb to realize they made the problem

TLDR: to all white teachers on reservations who don’t bother to learn history and think they know best about dogs- you stealing Indigenous people’s dogs off reserves prevents actual trained individuals from getting in and helping AND gets more dogs killed.

Fucking stop being a part of modern day colonialism. Respect the fact you’re a guest on someone else’s land and stop stealing their stuff you racist.

Stealing First Nations peoples dogs doesn’t make you a hero. It makes you a racist piece of shit perpetuating colonialism. Fucking stop.

There is a history of white people coming onto reserves and fucking with Indigenous people’s dogs. We massacred their dogs. We wiped those dogs out and brought in our own.

But these idiots are too close minded to realize that’s why all the dogs we see are European breeds. “Why do they all have German shepherds? Those weren’t bred here?” Because your ancestors murdered them Karen read a book.

If they bothered to talk to any of the Elders and older folks on the reserve they’d also know many of them have actual lived trauma related to dogs and that’s why sometimes they’re mean to them. I don’t know how many times an older First Nations or Inuit person has broken down in tears in front of me as they explained their experiences of white people stealing, beating, and killing their dogs in front of them. Many of them have decided it’s better to fear the dogs then let them into their hearts in case something happens to the animal.

But no Karen sees a problem and decides without talking to any of the people whose land she’s a guest on she knows better.

I also know for a fact from actually sitting down with the locals and broaching the subject that numerous agencies who are trained and equipped in providing actual veterinarian care and are actual rescue organizations who want to come in and do proper care in a respectful and legal manner are being denied.

Why? Because Karen’s stealing dogs have made Indigenous people not trust these organizations.

In the community I’m working in right now there are three organizations all fighting to get a foot in the door here. They want to come out and spay and neuter all the dogs for free, provide medical check ups and vaccine clinics and help with the intestinal and heart worm problems. They want to find homes for the strays and teach dog owners proper care.

They can’t get in.

Because “white people are dog snatchers” and the locals live in terror that if they let these organizations up here all the dogs will be seized. Karens stealing dogs literally from the front porch of peoples homes (I kid you not) have shoved that door closed and thrown away the key.

Instead of actual trained animal care experts. You have fucking dumbasses with no actual knowledge, training or respect for animals doing “rescues” (read: thievery) which puts them and the animal at risk. These Karens make the animal’s health problems WORSE.

No Karen lathering a puppy in 2 cups of coconut oil and letting it play with all the other dogs you stole will not help with the ticks and lice. Feeding them lemon grass won’t treat intestinal worms.

I don’t know how many dog fights I’ve seen these dumbasses start because they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing when they’re moving or feeding dogs. In fact it’s a fucking miracle none of them have been bitten yet.

They also can’t respect the fact some of the dogs are working dogs. Working dogs are very different from companion dogs. You must respect that a working dog will not be treated like a member of the family. It’s a simple fact. As a kid who spent time on farms I respect that, I understand it. These Karens from the city just don’t fucking get it.

And again it’s that holier than thou attitude. They think they know better. They don’t. They’re ignorant and refuse to learn from history and from the actual people whose lives their disrupting. It’s literal modern day fucking colonialism.

It’s them telling the locals “you don’t know better and what to do and if you don’t do what I want you to I’m going to steal your shit.”

It’s also the fact that their efforts are getting dogs killed. This week we had a dog culling. One of these Karens came to school crying because the gun shots of the dogs being put down upset her. She could not comprehend that she was the reason why. That her very poorly thought out plans to “help” had caused their deaths.

The locals had to put the stray dogs down. They’d gotten to aggressive and violent and too familiar with approaching humans.

These Karens going out and feeding these dogs had trained them to come onto peoples properties and approach people and harass them for food.

Exactly like those stories of bears or coyotes that get to familiar with people and start wandering into towns.

The locals grew rightfully uncomfortable with packs of up to 15 to 20 stray dogs coming up to their front doors and scratching for food. Of these dogs coming onto their property and attacking their dogs. Of the possibility of a child being attacked.

I grew uncomfortable with the amount of unfamiliar and unpredictable strays that had appeared near my house. I was falling asleep to the sound of dogs fighting outside my windows.

I explained this to this other teacher and she still couldn’t connect the fucking dots. She couldn’t understand that feeding those dogs had taught them to be aggressive and go places they shouldn’t.

Instead she and all the other little Karens here view them selves as heroes. Some sort of rebellious brigade of do gooders who can’t be stopped by the law to “do what is right”

(Don’t even get me started on how fucking insulting it is for them to drive around the community on go onto peoples property and feed their dogs for them)

There are times when change needs to be radical and you must throw away the law to do what is right.

But not in this case.

This is just colonialism. It’s coming onto another’s land and disregarding their culture and way of life to do what you think is right regardless of the devastation that you are causing.

To the teachers who steal dogs on reserves I have this to say to you: you are only continuing this viscous cycle of Indigenous people mistreating these dogs and these dogs retaliating with violence and people like you stealing them.

If it weren’t for you stealing their dogs they would trust those who know what to do for help.

If it weren’t for you feeding these dogs they would not need to be shot.

What you are doing is not change. You are spinning the wheel and continuing these cycle.

Instead, look to start small. Speak with the locals, sit down and learn their histories find out why things are the way they are. Ask them how they would want to be helped. Ask for permission on what you’d like to do and get insight on how it would be received.

Speak with the children and teach them. Get permission to take the children on field trips off the reserve to farms and zoos and nature reserves and animal shelters where trained individuals teach them about animals. Have your class learn to read animal body language and be respectful and thoughtful of how they interact with nature. How to care for an animal and identify if it’s healthy or not.

My class regularly discusses how we interact with various animals in the ecosystem. I speak with Elders and other locals to come and talk to my class about their perspectives on handling and caring for animals and nature.

It is a slow sort of change. One that won’t make immediate difference. But it will make more of a lasting difference then what you are doing. The children that you work with today will become adults in the future who will have traditional knowledge on animal husbandry as well as a foreigner’s approach and will be able to make their own decisions on what is right.

If we teach the children to respect and care for nature then the next generation will do even better.

There is poison on these lands and these white folks make it worse.

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green tea and rosehip tea with jouno please please!!

a/n: i got a bunch of jouno reqs (which i love very much) so i’ll just be combining them into one post here!!

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

jouno never considered himself to be romantic at all before he met you

but, unfortunately for him, you bring out his softer side

in public, it’s very unlikely he’ll be affectionate towards you

he does have a reputation to uphold, after all

in private it’s a whole different story

can become very romantic if he feels so inclined to be

^will lightly flirt and tease you just to see your reaction

yes, jouno is the type of person who shows affection by bullying you 🙄 the more bothered you get, the better

try to retaliate in any way and he’ll simply mock you with a smile

this isn’t the only way he shows affection, however. he’s always down for innocent physical intimicy as well

really loves to hold your hand?? whenever you’re in reach, jouno will expectantly offer his hand out to you (and you BETTER take it)

plays with your fingers a lot too. if he’s bored, he’ll just start fidgeting with them or tracing shapes on your palm

jouno also shows affection by doing acts of service for you

if you’re too busy with work or whatnot, he’ll make dinner for you and complete any other chores or tasks that needed to be done

won’t even mention to you that he’s done them

^you’ll go to wash the dishes and see that they’ve already been finished??

idk why imagining jouno doing everyday household tasks is adorable, but it is

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o?

just a fair warning that this man isn’t the best at comforting

i’d like to believe that he feels some level of empathy so, for the sake of this post, let’s act like he does

if jouno ever saw you upset, the first thing he’d have to do is supress the rage directed towards whatever it was that made you sad in the first place

if it was a person? best believe he’d go kill them on the spot

jouno truly does try his hardest to cheer you up when you’re feeling down

it’s also one of the only times you’ll actually see him worried

gently pulls you towards him and asks if you want to talk about what’s bothering you

you’ll end up curling up in his lap and venting about your problems while jouno plays with your hair and offers advice when he can

usually that advice is just “i’ll hurt them for you”

to which you have to reply: “no jouno, they’re my parents 😐”

his sarcastic comments and insults towards whatever made you upset is good for making you laugh tho

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

omg ok so

he’ll never admit it out loud, but jouno can be a very jealous person

^not to the point where it’s crazy overbearing or anything; he just doesn’t like when you talk to certain people for longer than you should

mainly tecchou lmao

all of you work together so interaction with tecchou is going to be inevitable; doesn’t mean jouno’s happy about it tho

once he’s jealous it becomes very obvious

^goes unnaturally quiet while maintaining a very serious & irritated expression

literally: 😑

if anyone tries to talk to him during these times he’ll snap at them (with more bite than usual)

has to practice a lot of self restraint to stop himself from drawing his sword and stabbing it through the chest of the person you’re talking to

instead, he’ll approach to stand by your side and say something like “y/n, you should come with me. your assistance is needed ☺️💢”

once he gets you away from the person (aka usually tecchou) he won’t say anything about what transpired so you’ll have to confront him about it

“soooo jouno, what was that all about??”

this mf will deny EVERYTHING

“i’m not so sure of what you’re talking about y/n. i’ve never been jealous in my entire life...😌”

yea mhm ok

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

you were the one who had to confess first, i’m sorry 😶

jouno was very well aware of the moment you liked him

at first he probably thought you had a heart condition by the way your heart rate would rapidly increase whenever he was near

but jouno’s a smart cookie and figured out pretty quickly that it only happened when you were aware of his presence

used this to his advantage for awhile simply to torment you

went out of his way to tease you and lean close while doing so just to hear how frantic and erratic your pulse got

at first you thought that was just jouno being his usual sadistic self (and it was) but then you started to suspect that maybe it was possible he liked you back??

it’s funny because, at first, jouno was only teasing you to take advantage of the fact that he knew you liked him

but over time he slowly started to take a liking to you as well due to this

this man PANICKED when he realized he was starting to catch feelings

not that you’d be able to tell, since he still appeared so nonchalant on the surface

since he always went out of his way to tease you & be in your presence, you took this as an opportunity to confess your feelings since it was getting almost unbearable at this point

knowing jouno, you didn’t expect him to actually ACCEPT your confession

little did you know, this was all part of jouno’s scheme to make you confess to him?? smh

very ironic how out of touch you were with his feelings while the rest of the hunting dogs were busy shipping the two of you-

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

surprisingly soft!!

his kisses are almost always very gentle and uncharacteristically sweet

will lightly hold your face in both his hands before leaning down to softly press his lips to yours

hhjdshjhjhhhhhh i’m malfunctioning

gives you quick kisses on the cheek a lot too

^does this as a way to express “i love you” or simply as a greeting when he sees you after awhile

also a fan of inuit kisses!! where you rub the tip of your nose against the other’s

his kisses become slightly more aggresive during make-out sessions or...etc

in these instances, he kisses you much more deeply while keeping a hand on your jaw so you can’t pull away

#jouno x reader #jouno saigiku #bsd jouno #jouno x tecchou #tecchou x reader #bsd tecchou #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x you

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The Price of a Soul

Part 1/? - Agent Russel Part 2/? - The Letter Part 3/? - Miss Lake Part 4/? - The Stewardess Part 5/? - An Assassination Part 6/? - Fallout Part 7/? - Face to Face Part 8/? - Deals, Details, and Other Devils Part 9/? - Baggage Part 10/? - Private Funding Part 11/? - Just Passing Through Part 12/? - Party of Four Part 13/? - Resolute

Sure enough, something shows up on the sonar.

Their final stop before the search could begin was the tiny village of Resolute, which consisted of a few houses huddled around a little sandy bay in the midst of an otherwise breathtakingly inhospitable landscape of craggy rocks and ice. The beach itself had to serve as a runway for a nail-biting landing in the arctic darkness, but Howard pulled it off with a smile and then got out a sextant.

“I’m gonna double-check our position before we turn in,” he said.

“I’ll get some supper out,” Lake offered.

“You really think we’re going to let you anywhere near our food?” asked Peggy.

“Suit yourself,” Lake said with a shrug.

As it turned out, they did not need to start on their rations. The town itself was inhabited almost entirely by the local Inuit people, who rarely saw visitors and many of whom did not speak good English, but Peggy could find no fault with their hospitality. A party of them soon approached the plane to ask if the group were lost and to offer food and warm clothing. Peggy assured them that she and her companions were quite all right and just passing through – but when she thought of the army rations stowed under the seats of the airplane, she simply couldn’t refuse the offer of a hot meal.

This consisted of flatbread with berries, venison soup, and rhododendron tea served up in one of the little kitchens of the town, while out the north-facing window they could see the green curtain of the aurora borealis moving sinuously across the sky. Howard spread out a small navigation map on the table, and pointed to their position.

“We’re here, and it looks like Kay’s coordinates are just west of us,” he said. “We’ll start on the exact spot and go in a spiral outwards.”

Lake nodded and swallowed a mouthful before turning to the house’s owners and asking them a question in what Peggy had to assume was their own language. There was a surprised reply, and then what sounded like an exchange of pleasantries before the woman pointed to the west and began describing something, using her hands to indicate a thing that had moved across the sky.

Peggy’s heart quickened. She had no idea what Lake had said, of course… it could be she’d asked this woman to play-act. It was better not to get her hopes up. And yet in that moment, for the first time she found herself thinking that maybe, just maybe, Lake was telling the truth. Maybe the Valkyrie really was out there. Maybe they really were here to bring America’s lost hero home. If that happened… would she trust Lake thereafter? It was hard to say, although she doubted it.

“She says they saw the plane go over and come down in that direction,” Lake translated. “They didn’t think it had crashed at first, because they didn’t see an explosion, but a hunting party found part of the wing on the rocks a few months later. A mother polar bear had dug her den underneath it.”

“We’ll have to be careful, then,” said Peggy. She had no desire to run afoul of any large carnivores.

“A couple of shots will drive it off,” Howard said. “Or make it into a very nice rug.”

“A conversation piece, to be sure,” Peggy observed.

Their hosts had no spare beds but did offer them extra blankets so they wouldn’t be too cold sleeping on the floor of the plane. That was just as well, Peggy realized, because otherwise Lake would have had no bedclothes at all. She looked quite comfortable curled up with her head on her folded coat, and it made Peggy wonder what sort of places she was used to sleeping in.

Halfway through that thought, she realized she was on the verge of feeling sorry for this woman, and quickly quashed it.

In the morning they got up well before it was light and ate a quick breakfast. Howard buckled himself into the pilot’s seat, Jason took up his position next to the sonar equipment, and Peggy and Lake sat on opposite sides of the plane so that they could watch the landscape on both sides. A crowd of children from the village turned out to watch the plane take off, and waved as they roared into the air. Lake smiled out the window and waved back.

Peggy kept her eyes glued to the window as they flew out over the frozen ocean. On a sunny day, the light reflecting off the miles upon miles of ice and snow would have been blinding. In the pre-dawn, there was very little to see at all.

“Okay, okay! We’ve got a reading!” said Jason eagerly.

Lake started to get up, but Peggy held up a hand. “Don’t you dare,” she said. “The last thing Howard and Jason need is you carrying tales of their technology back to Russia with you.”

“This isn’t patented yet,” Jason agreed.

Lake seemed to think about it, then reluctantly sat back down again. Peggy stayed seated, but moved so that she could see the paper unspooling. Based on the lines his pens were tracing out, it seemed like the top of the ice was quite flat, but the bottom very craggy, and the seafloor beneath gently sloped down. The black trace suddenly jumped up to above the other two before falling back down again.

“See that? We just passed another little island,” said Jason. “This one I think is no more than maybe a hundred yards across.”

Lake pressed her face to the window. “I don’t… I guess we’re already passed it.”

“You might see it on the way back,” said Jason. “Or it might be totally buried in snow. Fresh snow isn’t dense enough to show up.”

They pressed on.

The sun rose slowly, throwing the icescape below into startlingly high relief. Every rock, every crack, and every stunted bush had its own coal-black shadow stretching away to the west. Peggy squinted, trying to spot anything that looked artificial, but in this light every shape seemed to have the same unnatural sharp corners.

“Oh, look at that!” said Lake.

“What?” Peggy asked, and then made out a long, snaking crack between ice floes, with shapes moving along it almost like cars on a road. For a moment Peggy had no idea what it was, but then a shadow showed that they were, in fact, narwhals with their long tusks, using the space as a highway to keep breathing as they headed south. She wondered where they were going.

The cetaceans were in view for only a few moments before the plane left them behind, and then Peggy heard a dreamy sigh from Lake.

“Unicorns of the sea,” the woman said happily.

Peggy was a bit puzzled. “You said you’d been here before.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never seen a narwhal,” Lake told her. “There are so many unspoiled places still left in the world… maybe I’ll get to see some of them.”

“The view isn’t very good from prison,” Peggy replied darkly.

“Hey!” Jason said suddenly. “Hey, hey, Howard! Turn around and fly over this area again!”

Peggy turned around to look. There was a scribble on his polygraph paper, where for just a moment, all three pens had twitched and drawn over each other… just as he’d said they would when encountering a man-made object. Her heart quickened and she turned to look out the window again, but there was nothing visible there except ice. The landscape outside tilted as the Skytrain made a wide turn, and Peggy squinted… would their be any sign?

Something glinted in the sun. Was that ice, or metal?

“There it is again!” said Jason. “That’s loud. It’s got to be either rock or metal. Fly around east-west this time so we can get another angle on it.”

The plane swung round again. They passed the narwhal highway, though the sun was now too high for the individual animals’ shadows to be seen. Their lane of open highway sparkled as the water moved, and Peggy wondered if all she’d seen earlier had been a puddle or a bit of unusually smooth ice. This time it seemed to take much longer for them to get back to the same spot, but then it happened for a third time. The needles zagged wildly across the paper, and Jason beamed in triumph.

“Did you get our heading?” he called to Howard.

“Got it!” the reply came back. “Does anybody see anything?”

“I may have seen a piece of something metallic, but it’s very hard to tell in all the snow,” said Peggy.

“All right, we know where to look now, heading back to Resolute!” Howard said. The plane began to turn again.

This seemed to come as a surprise to Lake. “We’re not landing?” she asked.

“This thing isn’t designed to land on the ice, Doll-Face,” Howard replied. “We’d probably go right through.”

“And here I thought Howard Stark would have more tricks up his sleeve,” said Lake.

“Now you’ve done it,” Peggy told her. “He won’t rest until he’s made it work.”

The locals in Resolute were interested to hear about the results of their quest – Peggy suspected that very little ever happened in such a place, and this was the most excitement they’d seen since the end of the war. There were congratulations all around, and Howard had no trouble renting a pair of sleds and teams of wonderfully fluffy malamute dogs to pull them. To Peggy’s surprise, Lake seemed to fall in love with these animals immediately. She knelt down to ruffle their thick coats and let them lick her face, cooing endearments to them in English and the local language both.

“You wouldn’t have struck me as a dog person,” Peggy observed.

“I had a friend who absolutely adored them,” Lake told her. “If I met these pretty boys and girls and didn’t tell them how much he would have loved them, he’d haunt me to the end of my days.”

Peggy wouldn’t have wanted to take too much advantage of the people of Resolute and their hospitality, but the alternative was those rations on the plane, so she allowed them to be invited for supper again. It was very much the same as the previous meal but that was all right, as was the fact that Lake and a couple of the children were trying to give Howard and Jason lessons in Inuktitut. That gave Peggy an opportunity to let her surroundings fade into the background and analyze her own thoughts.

Did she believe they’d found the Valkyrie? It squared with the descriptions Lake claimed to have gotten from the locals, but Peggy still didn’t know if she’d been truthful about that. There certainly wasn’t any sort of secret base, though, unless it had somehow been built on the seafloor and the ice allowed to re-freeze above it. That seemed enormously impractical. How would they bring in people and supplies? The locals would surely notice, unless everything were done by submarine… and if there were submarine traffic in the area, there would probably not be any shy cetaceans like the narwhals.

But if it were the Valkyrie, then what did that mean? How had Lake ever managed to find the place, and why, having done so, had she chosen to tell nobody but Peggy? She very much doubted it was just to be nice. She wanted Peggy to feel in her debt… she’d gone to the effort of coming along on the expedition to be sure they all knew who had made this possible. She was going to want some kind of repayment. Was all this just to secure Peggy’s help in getting Dottie back to the USSR alive, or was there something else?

She knew better than to ask. Lake would not give her an answer.

Peggy also wondered what she was going to do if they found the Valkyrie. Lake had described Steve’s body lying there above the plane, having been forced out the windows as seawater poured in. That meant if they uncovered the wreck, it would be one of the first things they saw. Peggy had to prepare herself for that. When she’d thought this was all some kind of trick, she hadn’t needed to worry about her own emotional stability but now that the specter of actually finding him had reared its head… she didn’t know if she were ready.

And that was absurd, because Peggy had always lost Steve Rogers three times. The first had been when she’d heard the radio go dead, and knew that he was thousands of miles away dying among fire and ice. At the time she’d sat there and sobbed mindlessly for a while. Phillips had patted her back and assured her it had probably been quick. She’d drifted through the next few days in a kind of numbed haze, wanting desperately to get drunk but not allowing herself to do so. Steve had not been able to get drunk when his lifelong friend had plummeted into a ravine, only days earlier. Why should Peggy be permitted the privilege?

She’d lost him again a week later, when she’d waited all night at the Stork Club, knowing he wouldn’t be there but hoping against hope. Of course he hadn’t come. At sunrise she’d finally gone home. When she’d heard Steve die on the radio, Peggy had felt hollowed out, as if she had no room for anything inside her but sorrow. Leaving the Stork Club, she’d felt resigned and empty. She was a tiny mote whose hopes and dreams and loves meant nothing in the face of a cold, uncaring world, and she would have to live with that.

The third time had been when she’d poured the vial of blood into the East River. That had been sad, but peaceful. It was time to let him go, and Peggy was ready to do so. She would move on, and follow his example as best she could.

Could she really lose him a fourth time? Could she look at his corpse in the ice and know that this time there was no room for even the most fleeting of fantasies, that the truth really was as cold and hard as the arctic ice? Peggy didn’t know, and she wasn’t even sure she wanted to find out.

#fanfic #captain america #agent carter #peggy carter #steve rogers #steggy #fix it fic

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Part Two: Who’s A Good Boy? (Dog Dean Afternoon S09E05)

Episode Summary: While investigating two bizarre murders, Y/N and the boys realize there is an eyewitness to both gruesome deaths–a German Shepard. Anxious to find out what monsters they are dealing with, the three look up a spell that can help communicate with the dog. When Dean decides to be the one to perform the spell, he quickly realizes it comes with side effects no one saw coming. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 5,741.

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By the next morning you and the boys could add another body to the list. A young man was murdered late into the evening, at an animal shelter of all places. You had a feeling it wasn't a coincidence from the one you were looking into. Both of them dealt with animals in the location of where they were killed, but the difference between the two was how it was done. Max had his body contorted in a violent manner, the newest victim's body was covered in his own blood after being clawed to death. You took one more good observation before the body bag was zipped up and the coroner pushed him out to the van, where the man would be shipped off to the morgue.

“Claw marks?” Dean noted the different cause of death.

"Yeah. The cops said all the cats went missing." Sam added on to the weird factor of the case. You didn't understand why someone would go through all the trouble to steal all the felines from the shelter only to leave the rest of the animals. You highly doubted there was a crazy cat lady/animal lover behind both of these murders.

You passed by the dog kennels as you and the boys made your way through the shelter, all abandoned for one reason of another and in need of adoption. All their little faces and adorable eyes made your heart melt. What you wouldn't do to be able to give them all a good permanent home. "Right, so," You focused your attention back onto the conversation. "Yesterday we're dealing with some sort of snake monster. Today it's a killer kitty. Makes sense."

"Hey." Dean stopped at a particular cage when he spotted a German Shepard that he swore he saw before. "Why does that mutt look familiar?"

You reached out to grab the clipboard and glanced at the dog's information to see what his name was. Dean was right. You had seen him yesterday. "That was the taxidermist's dog."

"So, he's been at both crime scenes?" Dean found all of this to be more than just a simple coincidence. You merely shrugged your shoulders, Sam nodded at the similarities. "Maybe he’s a suspect. You know, may—" He stopped for a moment when he saw an officer passed by before continuing when the man was out of earshot, continuing on with his theory to who might be to blame for this. The dog sitting inside the kennel. "Could be a skinwalker, maybe a shapeshifter."

You stared at the German Shepherd, who merely sat there with his tongue wagging out, the sight alone made you smile from how innocent he looked. "Doesn't look like a monster to me." You crouched down so you were at level with the dog and stuck your fingers through the fencing, letting the Colonel move forward and sniff your skin to get your smell. When he felt comfortable enough you scratched under his chin. "More like a handsome boy."

"One way to find out." Dean took out a silver dollar from his pocket and sank down to the ground next to you. "Come here, boy. Hey. This isn't gonna hurt at all. Unless it hurts"

Dean rubbed the coin behind one of the Colonel's ears, and like you suspected, nothing out of the ordinary happened. "Huh. Guess we can rule out killer." You said. You scratched one of the dog's ears, smiling in delight from how he reacted. "Isn't that right, boy?"

You pulled your hand out of the cage and pushed yourself up to your feet right when the Colonel changed his tune. You watched as he went from a content dog to barking at the stranger who approached from behind. You looked over your shoulder to see that it was just the sheriff. For some reason the Colonel did not like him.

"Do you agents need any further assistance?" He asked. You noticed right as the sheriff took off his hat the barking stopped. You didn't think much of it. You presumed the Colonel who the stranger was and stopped.

"Officer, I think we're okay." Sam said. "Thanks."

“All right, well,” The sheriff nodded. “let me know.”

You noticed right when he put his hat back on the Colonel started barking again. Dean picked up the observation as well. He pushed himself back up to his feet and stopped the sheriff from going anywhere, needing to test a possible theory from asking a strange favor from the man. “Officer. Excuse me, can I borrow your hat?”

The sheriff willingly handed over his hat. You watched as Dean turned over to the kennel and merely placing the hat over his head caused the Colonel to erupt into barking again. Right as he took it off, the barking stopped. You crossed your arms over your chest and looked over at the boys, each of you seeming to have the same idea. You heard the sheriff make a remark about the kind of trouble the dog was going to have getting adopted before being on his way. It was something more. You turned your attention back to the German Shepard as he continued barking before the man was gone.

“Okay, so, the Colonel’s not a suspect.” Sam said, noticing himself about the strange reaction.

“Yeah, but he’s a witness.” Dean mumbled. “Hey, boy. You speak sign language?”

“That’s monkeys.” Sam corrected his brother on the animals he was thinking about. “You know what? This is gonna sound crazy. I read this book about this guy who tried to teach his dog to speak after it witnessed a murder.”

“And it worked?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask out of curiosity to see if it was a success, despite how you chuckled at the bizarre idea. Sam shook his head. “But he wrote a book about it?”

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t have what we have.” Sam said. He pulled out his phone and pulled up the number of someone who was able to help you. You had a feeling you knew where this was going. “Kevin. Hey, it’s me. How do we speak to a dog?”

+ + +

To say you were excited about spending the afternoon with the German Shepard was an understatement. You ignored Dean’s annoyed stares and remarks from having the dog ride in the backseat with you and the chance of getting the interior ruined. You needed the Colonel in order to figure out who killed his owner. And he was on his best behavior. You sat on the floor of the motel while Sam gathered all the supplies you would need to make the spell in order to speak to the dog.

"You are just so handsome." You cooed at the German Shepherd, petting him and scratching behind his ear when you found a spot he liked the most. "I think this might be my favorite hunt we've ever done. A cute face like yours will get adopted in no time. Who's a good boy? It's you. Yes, you are."

"Don't get too attached to the mutt. We're not keeping him." Dean reminded you. He didn't understand why you were gushing over the dog. It wasn't like you were going to be able to keep him. He wasn't a personal fan of dogs. Didn't understand what the big hype was about. They bark at the smallest things, not to mention how they liked to shed everywhere. It was like having a child covered in fur. "We're doing the spell, figuring out who killed his owner and it's back to the pound."

"I know that. But it's not everyday we get to work with such a pretty dog. German Shepherds have always been my favorite. I wanted one as a kid. But my mom was allergic." You explained to the older Winchester why you were attached to the Colonel. You smiled and continued speaking to the dog in the kind of childlike voice Dean always found irritating. You praised the mutt for doing nothing but sitting there. Despite how this annoyed him with everyone else, he had to admit he liked seeing you so happy. It’d been a while since he got to see how your face lit up and with a genuine smile. You seemed to notice the older man’s pessimistic behavior. "He's a grump. Dean doesn't like dogs. But how can you not love such a cute face?"

You softly patted the Colonel one last time before you got back up from the ground when the door to the room opened, revealing Sam with all the ingredients you would need for the spell. You made your way over to the table to get started. However you felt a nudge on your knee, distracting you from participating. A smile crept on your lips when you saw the Colonel was back at your side. He rested his head on your lap and stared at you with those puppy dog eyes. You playfully rolled your eyes before you went on petting him, listening as Sam got started.

“An inuit spell?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Sam said. You watched as he reached for another ingredient and mixed it into the plastic bowl he found in the motel that was supposed to be used for ice. “Who knew the Men of Letters had its own Eskimo section?”

“I swear, you discover something new in that place.” You mumbled to yourself. “And it’s supposed to let us communicate with the Colonel?”

“Yeah, well, that’s the plan.” Sam answered. He reached out and plucked a hair off the Colonel’s backside, the strange disruption from you scratching his head made the dog lift its head up from your lap to see what the younger man was doing. Sam dropped the hair into the bowl and stirred it into the mixture to make sure it was all combined together. “Kevin said it’s like a sort of human/animal mind meld.”

“Meaning?” Dean questioned his brother, wondering about the simplified version of the spell.

“If it works,” Sam explained to his brother as he poured a vial looking brown liquid into a clean cup. Your face scrunched up slightly from realizing that you were going to have to drink that for the chance to communicate with the Colonel someway. “we should be able to read the Colonel’s thoughts.”

“All right, I’ll do it.” The older Winchester declared, snatching the cup off the table before either you or his brother could jump on the opportunity. You let out a loud scoff from the move that he pulled, prompting you to give him a look to explain himself of why he wanted to do this.“You got enough on your plate, sweetheart.”

“Like, what?” You questioned him in a frustrated tone of voice.

"Uh, like...you're tired." Dean sniffed the drink before giving a bogus response. You quietly laughed from the answer even you knew was crap. You weren't tired. Sure, you weren't back to yourself one hundred percent, but you didn't understand why you couldn't do the spell. "You're on the mend. Okay? Plus, Sammy's got a sensitive stomach. Last thing we need is him chucking this stuff up. Huh?"

“You hate dogs.” You pointed out to him.

“No, I don’t.” Dean chuckled off the accusation. The Colonel turned his head and let out a quiet noise that sounded like a bark. You quietly laughed. Guess the dog disagreed. Dean rolled his eyes from the petty argument. He turned his attention to the drink that he had to unfortunately swallow. He had his fair share of weird food and drinks over the years, the stuff should have gone down easy. “Doesn’t look so bad.” Dean drank the entire thing like it was a shot. He let out a sigh from the aftertaste that lingered. “I was wrong.”

“You wanted to do it…” You muttered under your breath.

“Come on.” Dean waved a hand for his brother to fork over the words he needed to say to make the spell complete. He coughed a few times from the way the drink snuck up on him as it settled into his stomach with consequences. He managed to chant a few lines without barfing up the ingredients. You examined the Colonel to see if anything might happen. The dog continued to rest at your feet. “All right. Let’s get this party started. Tell me everything you know.” The Colonel responded by letting out a yawn. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” Dean amused himself with a corny joke as he let out a quiet chuckle. You and his brother didn’t think it was funny. “Tough crowd.”

The Colonel threw the man a bone when he lifted his head up and let out an unexpected bark. You raised your brow slightly and looked over at Dean, hoping somehow it was the dog’s way of communicating. Dean merely shook his head. You let out a quiet sigh from how the spell failed. Well, it was worth a shot.

+ + +

A little while later you and the boys settled down for a quick lunch as you discussed the next possible course of action. You weren't hungry as you thought you were. Every once in a while you ripped off a piece of your hamburger and fed it to the Colonel when the boys weren't looking. You felt like a kid feeding their unwanted vegetables to the family pet so you could be excused from dinner. He kept staring at you with those puppy dog eyes. You couldn't resist just giving him a treat. You’d find something else to snack on later like you normally did while you completed some more research.

“So, call Kevin.” Dean said. “Spell tasted like ass and it was a bust.”

“At least it didn’t affect your appetite.” You noted. “Geez. I’ve never seen you eat like that before. Take it slower next time. You’re not that young anymore.”

Dean rolled his eyes from your remark about his eating habits. He opened his mouth to try and excuse the reason for his ravenous appetite, but someone cut him off. “Change the station.” Dean heard a male voice come out of thin air. He turned his head head to the dog sitting next to him when he realized it wasn’t Sam complaining of the station he turned on the radio. The Colonel continued as he was while Dean observed him for any kind of change in behavior, his mouth hung open with a little bit of drool escaping his mouth. Dean heard the request again. “Change the station.”

“What?” Dean asked the dog for some kind of clarification. He wasn’t exactly sure how the spell might work if it actually did. Sam repeated after his brother, not sure himself of what was going on. When the older man did, he was quick to hush the both of you from trying to say anything else. The Colonel must’ve been speaking to the man telepathically. “You—shut up. It’s working!”

“It—go!” You hissed at the man.

“Say that again.” Dean told the dog.

“You call this classic rock? Next thing you know, they’ll be playing Styx.” The Colonel had an opinion on Dean’s music taste of all things. To say Dean was oddly offended would have been an understatement. One thing was for sure, he didn’t stand for something trashing his impeccable music taste. Not even a dog. “And Dennis DeYoung? A punk.”

“Dennis DeYoung’s not a punk.” Dean argued with the canine. “He’s Mr. Roboto, bitch.”

“Why are you arguing with the dog about Styx?” You asked him, becoming confused yourself at the one-sided conversation you were only able to hear.

Dean realized that you and Sam couldn’t hear the Colonel’s thoughts like he could. The man was having a full conversation with the mutt. “Wh—uh, yeah. Um, hey, boy.” Dean veered the conversation to the reason why he did the spell in the first place. “What were you trying to tell us about the cowboy hat?”

“The douche wheel who killed my best friend was wearing a cowboy hat.” The Colonel said. Dean wondered about the kid who was working at the shelter the night he was murdered. He was communicating with a dog. The man wasn’t sure if this was the weirdest thing he had ever done for a hunt. It was well up there. “Yep. Same guy killed both.”

“Ask about the cats.” Sam said, throwing his dirty rolled up napkins into the trash.

“Yeah, uh—” Dean was about to do that. But for some reason he was distracted by the ball Sam had thrown. He was overwhelmed with the urge to grab it from the trash can and placed it on the table. “And what about the cats?”

Sam picked up the napkin his brother fetched, unsure of why the man did it in the first place. “I don’t want this.”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t see much.” The Colonel said. Sam rolled up the napkin even more and tossed it once again into the trash hoping where it would stay there. “I didn’t exactly have the best view in the orphanage. Oh, but I could smell him. Guy reeked of red meat, dishwashing detergent and Tiger Balm.”

“So what’s he saying?” You asked the older man.

“Uh, that the—” Dean once again automatically reached for the napkin when he saw it be thrown across the table and into the trash. He tossed it back down on the table to Sam and went on with what he learned from the Colonel. “The guy smelled like ground chuck, and soap suds and old-lady cream.”

“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam asked. Once again he picked up the napkin he tried to discard twice now, only to fail after his brother picked it up like it was some kind of ball.

You noticed Dean was scratching behind his ear without much thought, like it was second nature. He shrugged his shoulders at his own behavior. “I don’t know.” He said. It seemed he wasn’t even aware of his strange actions that weren’t like him. The Colonel found it amusing when he titled his head and started laughing. Dean didn’t find it the least bit funny. “Oh, what are you laughing at?”

The Colonel was about to break the news to the man, until his ears picked up something that sounded like a car door sliding shut. He knew that noise. Suddenly he started barking like how he had at the shelter. Instead this time it was for an enemy all dogs shared. The expression that crossed Dean’s face was laser focused. He had the overwhelming urge to jump out of his seat and head straight to the window, and that’s exactly what he did. You felt your mouth part open in complete shock as the Colonel joined him, the dog jumped onto his hind legs as he peeked through the curtains to spot the mailman. Dean started banging his hand against the window as the Colonel continued barking upscenely, both trying to appear threatening to the stranger.

“Hey! Hey, hey! Yeah!” Dean shouted at the mailman just trying to do his job, only to be stopped by a grown man who was desperately trying to get his attention. For some reason the man pointed a finger at the stranger and shouted words at him, like he was trying to get his attention and seem threatening. “You! You!” The Colonel continued to bark as Dean did the same with his own words. “Hey, hey! You! You! You!”

Dean repeated after himself several more times until he saw the mailman go on his way, brushing off the man’s odd behavior. He felt himself let out a growl in frustration. “Hey! Stop that!” You were giving the command to the Colonel in an attempt to get him to try and behave, little did you think it would have the same effect on Dean. “Come on. Sit down.”

The Colonel did as he was told. He stopped barking and made his way back over to you where he dropped down to your feet. Dean followed just a second after. You smiled at how well the Colonel followed commands, it earned him another scratch under the chin you noticed how much he enjoyed. Dean found himself growing annoyed from the thought he was able to hear about how the Colonel could get used to this kind of treatment from you.

“Hey, hey. Don’t get cozy, pal.” Dean grumbled to the dog. “She’s my female, not yours.”

You suddenly stopped what you were doing at the words that came out of Dean's mouth. You turned your head to "I’m your what?" You asked, not sure if you should be weirded out or start laughing. It took you a second to realize what was going on when you saw Dean scratching behind his ear. Playing fetch. Barking at the mailman. You felt your lips stretch into an amused smile. “I think the spell worked. In fact, I think it worked a little too well.”

“What?” Dean asked.

“I think…you might be a dog.” Sam broke the news to his brother, trying his hardest not to laugh himself at the irony of the situation. The older Winchester was slowly becoming something he hated. Dean didn’t understand what the both of you were trying to get at, despite seeing the evidence. “You’re scratching your head. You’re barking at the mailman. You’re playing fetch.”

Dean opened his mouth and tried to deny the claim that sounded absurd to him. However the man was faced with the reality of the situation when Sam threw the napkin into the trash and for the third time Dean tried to grab it. He managed to stop himself when he realized what he was about to do. The urge to continue playing this game was strong, but Dean managed to refrain himself. He found himself letting out a low whimper. He wasn’t sure if it was because he couldn’t play, or it was the fact that he had the urges of a canine.

“Ruh-roh.”

+ + +

You had to admit at first you found Dean acting like a dog a bit funny. From playing fetch with his brother by accident to him subconsciously scratch behind his ear when neither you or Sam were paying much attention. It stopped being funny when he started getting clingy. Dean wasn’t much of an affectionate person on the surface. His actions spoke louder than his words. And his actions were showing you that he didn’t want to leave your side. You had to push him away several times when he was overwhelmed with the urge to sniff you like a bloodhound. He complimented you by saying that you smelled nice—like fresh fruit from your shampoo you used this morning, the hamburger you had for lunch, and chocolate from the bar you snuck in your bag. You could have done without knowing what you reeked of.

What pushed you over the edge was when he tried sitting in your lap after moving from the table to the edge of the motel bed. He needed to follow you wherever you went. He claimed it was an accident. You were about to yell at him to stay away from you, but the look in his eye—that stupid puppy dog pout, made you roll your eyes in frustration and compromise with the man. He was sitting right next to you with your shoulders bumping against one another. You swore he chuckled to himself when you gave him and whispered a thank you to the damn dog. You swore the Colonel taught him a trick on ways to get you to do what he wanted with a simple look. You refrained from making any remarks when you broke off a piece of chocolate and shoved a piece into your mouth.

“Yeah. No, that—okay. Alright. Thanks.” Sam finished his call up with Kevin after trying to find more out about the consequences of the spell his brother willingly decided to drink without thinking twice. You looked over at the man when you heard him end the conversation. “So, apparently, the inuit spell has some side effects.”

“Oh, well, that would have been nice to know before I downed it!” Dean grumbled in frustration at the situation at hand. “What kind of side effects?”

“When you mind meld with an animal, it’s…possible to start exhibiting some of its behavior.” Sam explained to his brother the bad news.

Dean turned his gaze over to the Colonel who sat right across from you, as if he had any answers that might help stiffen the blow of what the older Winchester put himself through. “Don’t look at me, hoss.” The dog said. “It ain’t my fault.”

“Well, how long am I gonna have the urge to…” Dean didn’t want to say it out loud, afraid how you and his brother were going to react. The Colonel didn’t miss a beat when he said exactly what the man was thinking. Dean chuckled in nervousness at hearing it out loud. He shook his head. “Oh, whoa. Hey. I don’t have the urge to sniff butts.”

“Yet.” The Colonel warned.

You nearly choked on the piece of candy you accidentally decided to swallow right when Dean decided to say the inappropriate sentence out loud. “What?” You didn’t know why you sounded so surprised from hearing the behavior. Dogs were notorious for their odd behavior when it came to their other fellow species. You slid down the bed to give the both of you a few inches apart, never breaking eye contact with him. “Do you really have the—”

“No!” Dean shouted. He was suddenly filled with embarrassment from the question you asked him. “Come on!”

“Well, Kevin doesn’t know how long it’ll last. It’s not like it’s an exact science, you know?” Sam gave his brother more bad news. Dean reached out and ripped the candybar out of your hands. He needed a little pick-me-up for the situation he was in. “But hopefully, when the spell wears off, so will the side effects.”

“I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.” The Colonel warned him from doing something stupid. Dean froze in his spot with a piece of chocolate hanging between his lips, not seeming to understand what the big deal was. "Chocolate? Seriously."

Dean let the piece of candy fall out from his mouth and drop back down to his lap before he could pull a stupid move. You shook your head and ripped the chocolate bar out from his hands. The three of you needed to figure out who was behind the cat-nappings and the two murders. You folded the candybar back up and threw it back into your bag for later. You got up from the bed and tried to get your jacket that was hanging off the back of the chair. All you could manage was taking a step before you were crashing into Dean. You let out a frustrated sigh when he was continuing the habit of following you.

“Good thing you’re cute.” You mumbled to him. You had to excuse his behavior from the way Dean was acting. He couldn’t help himself. But there was one line you didn’t want to cross. “If you start humping my leg, I’ll put you down myself.”

Dean swallowed and nodded his head in agreement. You clipped on the Colonel’s leash and followed behind the boys as all of you made your way out into the motel parking lot. Your time with the dog was nearing the end. But you had a possible theory that if Dean was acting like a canine, maybe he could communicate with others. There were several animals at the shelter who witnessed the crime. It was worth a shot. You had no possible leads other than the killer liked to wear a cowboy hat.

“Where are we headed?” The Colonel asked out of curiosity.

“Back to the shelter.” Dean informed him.

“To sniff out more clues,” The dog wondered. “maybe dig up something we missed?”

“All right, one more doggy pun out of you, and I’m gonna have your nuts clipped.” Dean warned the dog of a punishment.

“I hate to break it to you, hoss.” The Colonel broke the news to Dean about the operation his owner had done when he was still a mere puppy. “My sacks’ emptier than Santa’s after Christmas.”

As if today couldn’t get any worse Dean watched as the Impala’s windshield became dirty from a white blob that fell out from the sky. Some bird just pooped on his ride. And he cleaned Baby right before the hunt. “Aw, are you kidding me?” He grumbled. Dean looked to see it was a pigeon who was to blame. It sat on top of a street lamp with perfect range to drop another load on the Impala. “Hey, dick move, pigeon!”

“Screw you, asshat.”

“Did—” Dean thought he was only able to communicate with the Colonel. It came as a shock when the pigeon talked back to him. You and Sam were finding all of this amusing from an outsider’s perspective, having no clue the discovery Dean made. He looked down at the Colonel for some kind of answers. “Wait a minute. Can I hear all animals?”

“Yep. Animals have a universal language—like esperanto.” He said. “But this one actually caught on.”

“And I’m just getting started, too.” The pigeon said. “Brewing a real big one. Ha! Bet your ride’s gonna look sweet in white.”

“What’s he saying?” You asked, looking up at the pigeon.

“You—he’s being a douchebag!” Dean shouted in annoyance.

“Who are you calling ‘douchebag,’ douchebag?” The pigeon mocked back at the man.

“Oh, shut it, you winged rat!” The older Winchester yelled.

“Hey. Calm down.” You whispered to him, chuckling nervously to yourself when you saw a few people notice the strange behavior Dean was showing. It appeared to be the man was having a one-sided conversation with the pigeon that couldn’t talk back. “Just get in the car.”

“Ha, ha. That’s right, Sally.” The pigeon taunted, thinking he won the fight against the human with the last word. “Go cry to Mama.”

“Oh, that’s it, you son of a bitch!”

Dean whipped out his gun and pointed it up at the bird, ready to shoot the damn thing out of the sky. Before he could do something stupid and get all of you arrested, you managed to grab him by the arm and pinned it back down to his side. "That's enough!" You hissed at him. "Stop acting like a damn fool and get your ass in the car!"

You shoved him towards the backseat where you put the Colonel in as Sam awkwardly waved at a few bystanders who witnessed the whole ordeal. You rolled your eyes in frustration and got into the passenger side, letting Dean’s punishment be to sit with the dog since he wanted to act like one.

+ + +

The ride to the shelter was an interesting one at that. Dean insisted on having all the windows rolled down to let in some fresh air. However you noticed it for another reason when both Dean and the Colonel stuck their heads out to enjoy the breeze. You tried your hardest to stifle a laugh you felt coming on from seeing the joy on Dean's face of feeling the breeze against his face that caused an adorable grin. When you got to the shelter and the Impala came to a stop, Dean immediately broke out of his behavior when he figured out what he was doing.

“I think it’s probably best to just leave the Colonel in the car.” Sam suggested to his brother when he circled around and tried opening up the backseat door to let the dog out. Dean had a shift in behavior, as if he was taken back at the mere idea of letting poor Colonel be all on his own. “Well, all the windows are open.”

“You think we like that?” Dean asked him. You furrowed your brow slightly when you caught him using a plural noun from what he was talking about. “You think because the windows are open that that’s some sort of treat, huh? No, the dog’s coming in.”

You and Sam shared a look from the even more strange behavior Dean was exhibiting. The Colonel respected the hunter for understanding the desire to not be stuck in the car while humans did chores. They liked to go wherever their best friends went. Dean petted the canine before letting him out of the car to join the rest of you. You rolled your eyes and went on your way to the shelter. Dean followed behind with the Colonel right by his side like how he argued to have. The man found himself stopping when he caught sight of a view he couldn’t turn away from. You turned your head to see that Dean stopped for some reason with his gaze upon something that caused a glint in his eyes you weren’t all too happy with. You’ve seen it before when he caught sight of a pretty face that wasn’t yours before the both of you got together. You followed his gaze until you saw what he was staring at. You let out a heavy sigh from how weird this was getting.

Dean and the Colonel gawked at a poodle tied up across the street to a bike rack. She was a pretty dog from how well groomed she was and her pink accessories her owner dolled her up with. Both dogs were infatuated with the bitch.

“Dean!” You hissed at the man, forcing him back into reality. He stopped ogling at the poodle and looked over to you to see that you weren’t the least bit amused. You crossed your arms over your chest and raised your brow, not sure if you wanted an explanation for all of this. You chalked it up to the spell that was changing his inhibitions. "You know, I'm not opposed to getting your balls clipped.”

Dean understood the underlying threat you were hinting at without needing to hear more from you. He followed right behind you with the Colonel right by his side. All of you headed into the shelter in some kind of hope Dean might be able to use this spell for good and figure out who the man was in the cowboy hat.

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