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if you’re looking for a professional mulcher I know a guy (or two)
#two for the price of one#please honestly someone take them#theyre destroying my yard#mambo no. 5#fosters#russell
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I love bull terriers with my whole heart but i would never in my life ever want to own one . I wish i had the energy or . Lack of cats. And lack of destructible items . To have one tho theyre so so cute so silly
#vani verbals#every time i see a video of them i am reminded of how. when i worked at a vets office#one bull terrier we had come in managed to bend the metal of the kennel by biting and twisting it and we had to cancel the boarding#bc he was destroying it and we didnt have any alternatives that he wouldnt destroy#and the other was so prey reactive that he nearly dislocated my shoulder bc he saw a squirrel in our walking yard#theyre very cute. still my favorite dog breed
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I've mentioned that I love Huskies. I should also mention that I would never own one. Until I've had like 3 dogs already.
#fran talks#LISTEN#theyre so pretty and gorgeous#but theyre so loud and will escape my yard#I'd need lots of land and I'd have to work from home so they dont destroy my home#but theyre still babies 🥺💖
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ughhhhhhhh every time i have to hear about the mountain valley pipeline i just really want joe biden to get torn apart by wild animals live on national television. well a lot of things make me feel that way about him but im thinking about mvp right now bc something was on the news about it. that something being even more ecological damage! thanks guys. straight up hope someone would just douse the ceo of that company in gas and set him ablaze
#i dont mention it much but im like right where its being put in and my mom is directly friends with and often volunteers with#many many many people who are having their property stolen and destroyed and their well water filled with mud and etc etc etc#bro one of the guys . the workers are shitting in his yard. THEYRE USING THE BATHROOM ON HIS YARD AND LEAVING SHIT COVERED#PAPER TOWELS IN HIS YARDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD#whateverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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the universe has a very funny way of playing tricks on me. the moment im almost dozing off some fucking guy shows up in my yard with a leaf blower. go away who care if theres leaf on the ground. theyre supposed to go there. u are destroying my yards beautiful ecosystem by getting rid of our leaf litter
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hi bestie, I can't remember ur plant account @ but I got me a plant question.
okay so I'm gonna start a mini herb garden with one of those like mini multi-pot planters that look like totes almost? it'll be kept outside so maximum sunlight and rain water but is there anything I should do for the specific herbs?
I'm growing spearmint, chives, broad leaf sage, green pearl parsley, Greek oregano, thyme, big Italy parsley, Genovese basil, rosemary, and cilantro (I know it's alot sorry, I just know you like plants) also if there are any other herbs you think I should include, lemme know!
omg plant questions heheheh <3 🌿 (btw my Horticulture blog is @blooming-horticulturalist )
that sounds exciting!! are you planting from seeds or plugs (already sprouted seedlings)? If its your first time i recommend going with plugs from the store, BUT if youve already bought seeds you can make your own plugs :] you can do this by buying plug trays, filling them with soil, and putting the seeds in the trays. you'll want to start them in a controlled environment, which can be a screened in porch, or inside with a grow lamp. make sure that when theyre young you water them daily!! especially if you live in an especially warm climate.
as for your selection, id really recommend growing basil and mint AWAY from the rest of your herbs, theyre both pretty aggressive plants and especially mint will spread wherever it can and destroy your garden. if you dont want to spend the rest of your life trying to eradicate it, plant it in a seperate planter, and have it off of the ground— maybe an outdoor table or something— so that it doesnt spread into your patio or yard etc. because IT WILL. basil is a bit less aggressive but its still something to be careful about, plant it seperate as well so it doesnt kill your other herbs
everything else is p much standard, water everyday, dont let it dry out— except for rosemary, which really likes to be dry. i would be careful not to OVER water it, but still make sure youre soaking it when you do water.
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just got recced some "surprise yard restoration" or whatever on youtube where some guys pressure wash some random guy's stone wall and rip out all the moss and ferns and i got so so so sad. do you think these guys ever think about all of the moss and bugs and the beautiful little creatures that live in the cracks and how theyre destroying their home and killing them. do you think that they ever considered the possibility that some people just like to have mossy walls and they're destroying it without their permission. if someone did this to my house i think i would just straight up literally kill myself.
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i came home to my beautiful pothos entirely destroyed. it really devastated me. im still so deeply hurt and so afraid i’ve lost the entire plant forever but i’m trying so hard to give it more life after this cruel act.
it was deeply intentional. whoever the landlord pays to keep the yard has broken my things before, as well as the neighbours things, and now they mutilated my plant. i just kept sobbing ‘oh my god’ over and over because i genuinely felt like i had come upon a massacre. i give so much love to my plants. theyre all gifts from people who love me. i kept them alive for three years.
i keep trying not to cry. i want to believe it can live. they mutilated it so badly.
i only stopped crying and got up because my upstairs neighbour heard me and came down to console me. i’m so devastated.
my eyes hurt because i’ve been crying so much. these plants have lived with me for three years in three houses and they have survived so much. this was their first time ever outdoors and they were thriving in the open sun. my pothos was a gift and a living thing and a family member to me and it was so carelessly killed. i can’t help but think if i’d left my cat out there that of course this wouldn’t have fucking happened but they don’t see how much this hurts me.
i hate to come outside and see what’s left of it. i’m so terrified that each day i come out and try to revive it i’m just going to see what’s left of it withering. it’s been shredded.
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ok its finally time to finish this post. my review of every charleston tourist attraction i’ve been to. and warning obv this is going to mention slavery because its the reason for the city.
The Hunley - pretty good but with a hint of pro-confederacy. which is wild because the sub was clearly a union traitor. it killed more confederates than union soldiers. the conservation part is wild with how clean and new they can get things. i like that you can get hit by a train trying to get to the little museum. very neat and id recommend looking at it.
City Market - neat and you should look at it but like it’s not an activity. you just buy tourist things there.
Fort Sumter - overpriceeeeed. i get that its falling into the sea but like guys. i don’t think we can save it. i like that the national park service openly takes the union’s side but its just not that impressive. they never rebuilt the fort after the civil war so it sucks compared to other forts from the period. like ive been to fort mchenry. also you can walk to it from fort johnson but they dont let you on the fort unless you pay for the boat ride. i hate it.
Fort Moultrie - another fort but this is where the story leading to the SC flag took place. i like that they set it up to look like a bunch of different time periods. interesting history but i didnt pay attention a ton because i got a sunburn :(
Old Slave Mart Museum - give them more funding and this could be incredibly valuable. they only have a sliver of the property (just the auction area) so it’s small, but there is only a little bit of wall paragraphs from the late 00′s. The docents were fantastic but they are carrying the place. very interesting because it focused on the domestic slave trade (due to the time it was open) which is in general not spoken about due to the rape and human breeding. it’s worth going to but i can also imagine an even better museum if they were given more resources.
The Pink House - it’s next to the slave market so you see it but its just a house... i get that its the oldest but it looks like all the other ones.... its pink.
Gibbes Museum of Art - it’s art museum. i think its a decent collection and i like their modern pieces. art museums are good. idk what else to say about it.
Magnolia Plantation - expensive... i haven’t done any of their tour things because they cost extra and sell out early. it’s a decent garden but i’m spoiled and have been to longwood... it’s no longwood. DO NOT try and go to the native american mound it is not labelled you will walk into the woods and have to guess what it is. there’s lots of gators tho which is fun. imo not worth the money.
Boone Hall Plantation - the farm events are really cute and fun but seasonal so im going to focus on the plantation side. i have. so much to say. much less than magnolia plantation, as everything is included with entry. this is where most of the bricks in charleston came from and thus still has a row of brick buildings which the slaves with a trade or working in the house were allowed to live. boone hall is wild because they will mention a fucked up detail and go past it without any discussion. the brick houses were inhabited by descendants until the 1950s. like the plantation was sold in the 30s and theyre like oh btw it comes with sharecroppers :) they live in the front yard of the property. there also used to be 3x as many brick houses until a hurricane in the 80′s destroyed them. the house is boring because its from the 30s but also the tour feels very much like it’s still in the plantation wedding/southern charm :))) whitewashing vibe. i think this is where the reynolds/lively wedding was? the place is sugarcoated but the physical space and the story you can put together is worth the cost of admission. if you having a wedding here youre evil though like there’s no way around it.
Charleston Tea Garden - they grow tea here and i think its tasty. not much to do, they have a tour around the farm and you can see where they process the leaves.
Angel Oak Tree - i KNOW its a super old tree but i do not care. its just a live oak theyre everywhere. everyone shut up about it. its free at least.
South Carolina Aquarium - it’s a very good local aquarium and i recommend, but it’s no atlanta or baltimore aquarium. they have the tallest tank in the US but i dont think the viewing windows properly showcase it. good collection that’s atlantic focused and a modern design with good flow-through. the sea turtle hospital is also really nice.
Lighthouse Inlet Heritage Preserve - fun little walk to see the lighthouse slowly succumbing to the sea. there’s centralia vibes with the asphalt grafitti which is fun to walk through. there’s no parking though so you probs cant go during tourist season.
Cat Cafe - 10/10 No Notes. actually i do have notes i dont understand why they have a whole bar in the back when you dont use it because youre in the cat room. events i guess? idk i feel like if they had a side entrance you could have the bar run as a bar in the evenings and just lock the cat room so people don’t bug them when they’re not working.
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live typing extra life 2019
part 2
warning: this was a mistake and i’m in the grapes
this starts right at Facilities vs AH. link to first post
let’s fuck some shit up babEY
oh what the fuck they’re playing a prerecorded video
last year was a fuckin doozy, nobody forget that
“legends of the under achiever” i didn’t know someone wrote my biography
why do i hear geoff screaming “FIVE FUCKIN FOUR” in my head, like in the legends of the hidden temple minecraft videos
jeremy looks. so dead inside on this fine november evening
ryan buzzing while they’re trying to explain the rules
my video quality went down so much that i thought i was watching someone playing roblox for a second
ryan “salty mother fucker” haywood has made a lovely appearance. he’s my favorite
michael and lindsay looking so domestic makes me so happy,, they’re my parents
someone donated under the name “ryan goes feral” uh??? yeah? you say that like it’s a bad thing??
oH FUCK MICHAEL GO DRIVE WIN PLEASE
jeremy HAS BROKEN OUT THE GLASSES SHIT’S SERIOUS
NO THEY’RE LOSING GOD DAMMIT
ʳʸᵃⁿ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ, ᵠᵘᶦᵉᵗˡʸ: ʰᵉˡᵖ
JEREMY IT’S TIME TO TEST OUT THAT NONEXISTENT GAG REFLEX AND SWALLOW THE OPPONENT’S CONTROLLER
oh nvm they’re winning again lmao
OH FUCK thEYRE LOSING
oh nvm
OH FUCK
oh nvm they unplugged his contoller lol
OH FUCKING TH EY LOST MICHAEL JONES MY HEART IS BROKEN
the amount of people watching has gone up from 32k to 40k in the past fifteen minutes
michael “hurry up you dumb cunts” jones
“oh don’t worry about destroying our cabinet, it’s essentially matchsticks”
“how are you feeling john? are you ready for this?” “MM M M Mmm mM”
TEAM NICE DYNAMITE IS NEXT AND IM READY FOR PERMANENTLY RINGING EARS FROM ALL THE LEET DONATIONS
oH god here we go
“hopefully they haven’t been saving them all day” oh honey. you’ve got a big storm coming
if xavier slaps gavin i think gav might go up in a puff of smoke
i did the math, they went up 45k+ within five minutes of team nice dynamite showing up on stream
GAVIN AND MICHAEL ARE GOING TO DIE
THERE’S GONNA BE A MOONBALL SIZED HOLE IN GAVIN’S CHEST
ryan and lindsay both donating a grand during this segment... so good
the day gavin free successfully gets a tattoo is the day i drop dead
lindsay saying she didn’t want the TND tattoo on michael but she agreed because gav is michael’s boi :(((
i’m too sleep deprived for this i might cry
oh god michael’s punching the floor
i’m too sober for this
EIGHTY EIGHT LEET DONATIONS IN TWENTY MINUTES HOLY FUCJKIGN SHIT YOU GUYS ARE GONNA BE THROWING MOONBALLS FOR FUCKIN SIX YEARS
on a sentimental note- i love how much collective love we have for gav and michael,, they deserve it all
milk boarded has some not-so-great connotations attached to it
gavin “the bullshit bitch” free
a mark nutt reference?? in my 2019 extra life????
this just in: sarah is going to obliterate gavin
oh. oh my god. that was the sound of a wet fish smacking a wall
why is jeremy the liquor goblin walking like a crab that has a bird attached to its back??? see: flapping arms
that beer and milk concoction... gag
“drink that milk yard”
“YOU GOT MY TOES MILKY”
no. nO MICHAEL NO YOUR INTESTINES NOO
michael “the milk’s in my brain” jones
“stop pouring it on people!” “iT’S HARD DICKHEAD”
lindsay is now. taking a milk shower
*caiti brings a small roll of paper towels* *gavin gently places a single paper towel on the massive puddle of milk*
no LINDSAY NO THINK OF THE CHILDREN
gavin: this has gotten way out of hand. she’s... she’s swimming in an inch of milk! everyone knows you should swim in at least two!!
the fajita seasoning will solve everythinG everyone calm down
fiona: yeah this is my first extra life. jack: and what were you expecting? fiona: this. exactly this.
ah yes. the bunny suits have arrived and michael is ready to tackle gavin
aaaand here comes the AH fanfic. it can only get worse from here so buckle up fuckos
“holy fuckeroni”
“re-reanimated trevor”
michael is so fucking smashed and god i wish that was me
“cum-ductor”
fiona “this is a white man” nova
“bone-ating” *leet donation* *leet donation*
“ready set blow” made me genuinely bust a lung laughing
aaaand michael’s licking the floor which is to be expected
jeremy “i’m gonna actually harm you” dooley
IF ONE MORE PERSON BRINGS UP RANCH IM GOING TO WALK TO AUSTIN AND PROJECTILE VOMIT ON THE OFF TOPIC SET
no JEREMY NO YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE I THOUGHT YOU WOULDN’T DO THIS GET OFF THE F L O O R
don’t get close ups on jeremy’s tongue. don’t do that to me. i don’t want nightmares
“fuck root” “let’s just fucking fuck”
1 2 3 CONSENT
michael has gone full gerkie
alfredo’s look when larry is reading the part about trevor choking him is how i feel about everything that’s happened in the past twenty minutes
almost 300k in less than an hour
fiona saying “i don’t want this” overlaying michael humping a trash can
“TAKE THE TACO CHAD”
aaaand michael’s in the trash can
nO why is there a triangle is this a POETRY READING ALL OF A SUDDEN
oh thank god it’s over
OH FUCK THERE’S A N EPILOGUE
aaand trevor’s dead again. poor treyco
DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS DUSK BOYS EVERYONE PUT A CUP IN YOUR PANTS
people singing along... what goes on
why am i downloading this fuckin song asap
jeremy turning his phone flashlight on and waving it like he’s at a concert god dammit i love these people so much
those are my BOYS
oh my gosh they’re still singing the song. why is my heart so happy from this i need to get slapped
“come on you’ve never been waterboarded before gavin?”
everyone standing in a circle shining their flashlights at gavin
someone surprise them and instead of a moonball just yeet a whole gallon of milk at them
actually, on second thought, no
OH god GavIN Is GOING to Die
gavin “i forgot to breathe” free
several milk explosions
gavin “my brain is cold” free
michael has milk dripping from his ears
i’m about to pass out i don’t know what’s happening
michael is in the grapes right now man
how many moonballs? oh, only 107. :)
i’m not writing this part- you guys have to watch the moonball segment yourself, if you didn’t watch it live!
team nice dynamite finishes up with over 300k!! holy shit, that’s so cool! this community is awesome
werewolf is up next!
xavier is such a gentleman can we keep him
alfredo: *chooses to kill miles* trevor in the audience: *silently freaking out*
xavier is about ruin another man on stream
miles has no self preservation instinct
barbara is now smelling fiona
this just in: i love alfredo and 100% would have done the same thing
trevor running up to film alfredo getting smacked. what an icon
alfredo SCREAMING oh my god i felt it in my soul
the high-five of the backs in solidarity of intense pain
miles choosing alfredo is so fucking good
and also, i feel so bad
his heart might shoot out of his asshole this time guys
oh NOOO HE’s so bruised :(((( fredo nooo :((
oh my god it’s gotten to the usual point in the stream where you start to question whether someone is going to die this time
rip blaine but at least i think he can take the hit
he can but ouch it still hurts me
barbara “i’m participating in the game” dunkleman
yo miles might win this game
the crowd when someone needs to shoot barb: TREVOR TREVOR TREVOR! trevor, with the strength of a thousand suns: N O
people are now chanting about shooting an unprotected trevor. the man already died once this stream god dammit
alfredo is about to throw hands for fiona
that’s a big F in the chat for miles, but his loss is well deserved
xavier’s hands could serve as a defibrillator
alfredo showed jeremy his chest and jeremy shied away as if he was looking at the sun
--- i’m taking another break to finish an assignment---
i’m barely alive and it’s ready set show time
oh god please no more shock collars
i’m so fucking tiiiiredd please take thge res t of this post wigth a grain of salt lbecasue i can hardly type at this ponitn
“do you want to control the shock collars” “will there be repercussions” “no” “fuck yeah i’ll do it then”
“smother the children. steal the baby” “DONT STEAL THE BABY TREVOR”
lunging forward “s c a r e t h e b a b y” “OKAY I’M PASSING THIS ONE”
“you can’t bake popcorn????” jeremy hits the floor
alec and matt clearly = dream team
oh thasnk god the shock collars are on their arms now i was stressed out for chris earlier
this stream does not promote recreational nyquil usage
i don’t even know how to explain the pure insanity of what ready set show has become
alec has become this whole segment
i would write more but i have no thoughts because my brain doesn’t work
larry “makes people fuck other people besides their wife” insert last name that my brain can’t come up with
anyways. marbles
oh. no marbles
i’ve blacked out idk what happened during backwardz compatible
i mean i was awake but does that really mean anything at this point
SPPOKU PSOOKY SPPOKKKY SPOOOKY !!! FUCL YEAH
cole is so good during this segment
oh so many 1337s right away
the real scariest thing during the segment: being genuine
oH my god the scream being pitched up. i have fucking dogs outside of my house now
i don’t fuck w/ ghosts no thank you
“aba-jail” wow if u guys weren’t gonna get haunted before you will now
okay i’m about to pass out i have to take a nap
oH fucking I SLEPT until thirty minutes before the en d fuck
conclusion: this community is incredible and raised an unimaginable amount of money for charity. the fact that rooster teeth does this every year is awesome, and honestly, it makes me feel hopeful in times when things aren’t so great. so yeah! for the kids & stuff
#extra life 2019#rooster teeth#geoff ramsey#jack pattillo#ryan haywood#michael jones#jeremy dooley#gavin free#lindsay jones#trevor collins#matt bragg#fiona nova#alfredo diaz
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About to visit my cousin, so ready to get home and eat something. Im ready to play video games too. Crash or spyro but I still havent decided. I still wanna play some crash one, amd get all the colored gems. But lets be honest, that game is hard as fuck. However, gwen just got spyro, and I could start me a game on my account. That would be pretty awesome.
Well, its cold as fuck unfortunately, and it got down to freezing even though it wasnt supposed to, and i didnt cover my plants :( my nasturtiums are probably dead AGAIN 😔😒 I will get better at this! Ill be covering everything for the next two times, and im ready to kick the neighbors ass. Their digs were DIGGING in my freaking marigolds this morning. I am mot happy about it. Anyway. I guess i need to get that fence done and they,need to keep their dogs in their yard. Same with the other neighbor and their cats.
I bought some bacon egg and cheese croissant sandwiches and theyre really good, but only if you thaw them and cook them in the oven. Gonna leave here. Go heat up the oven, check the garden while I do, and make me some breakfast and play a game. Okay lets be honest, im probably gonna play spyro. I love love love that they remade crash and spyro. These games were a huge deal for me in my childhood. And seeing gwen and adon get to enjoy them, its pretty great. Those kids destroyed N.Gin on crash bandicoot warped. Made me proud, but also sad. I always had a hard time with n. Gin and the kids acted like it was a cake walk! Theyre pretty awesome kids. I love seeing them get all excited during a chase level or a riding level. I used to get the same way! Honestly, I still do, its just a little more nerves than excitement these days. Oh well.
Hopefully I get a lot done today. House wise, garden wise, and gaming wise. Theres potential for it to be a great day!
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Maple Leaves and Flannel
Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester (mentioned)
Word Count: 2,608
Warnings: Cutesy fluff and extreme descriptions of fall. (I don’t think that’s really a warning, but I’m a wordy girl so...maybe?)
A/N: I wrote this for @impalaimagining’s Favorite Seasons Gif Challenge! Fall is my favorite time of year, so I was excited to get to write a fic that primarily focused on that.
Beta’d by my wonderful @trexrambling, because without her, a lot of my thoughts would be jumbled: “THIS. HANNAH, THIS!!!!!! YESSSSSSS I LOVE THIS LINE IT IS MY NEW FAVORITE LINE. Gaaaaaaaaaah this is wonderful.”
And my sweet @pinknerdpanda, who encourages me even when I hate nearly everything I wrote and feel like starting over: “ I love this whole sentence sooooo much!”
As usual, tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you’d like to be added!!
Fall has always been my favorite time of year. Summer had its moments, but when the stifling heat finally started melting into cool breezes, when I could enjoy the sun’s warmth on my face without immediate fear of being burnt to a crisp, I was in my happy place. If anyone were to ask me why fall was my favorite, besides the cooler temperatures and the lack of sun poisoning, it would be hard to pinpoint an exact thing.
It could be the brilliant colors the leaves inevitably changed to, a magnificent splash of reds and oranges and yellows all mixing together to make it look like the landscape was on fire. The slow appearance of Halloween decorations that would go up bit by bit; a zombie here, purple and green lights there, fake spiderweb stretching across every available surface. The extraordinary amount of pumpkins that would just appear with no warning on porch steps, balanced precariously on hay bales that also would magically appear, a majority of which had simple faces that had been painstakingly carved into them by excited children who cared less about the carving and more about cleaning out the slimy guts inside.
So, had you asked me what my favorite thing about fall was, I would have told you it was too hard to choose and wandered off with my pumpkin spice latte to find some crunchy leaves to jump in.
Well, that’s what I would have said. But then I saw him.
Right in the middle of town is a large maple tree. Large is really an understatement. This maple tree is one of the oldest I’ve ever seen, and it’s huge. It’s right on the edge of the sidewalk, and the roots have pushed up the concrete slabs like they’re made out of foam. Every year, I expect one of the massive branches to break off and land on top of the old, Victorian-style house that sits empty next to it, but every year it proves me wrong. It also sits directly on the path I take from my apartment to the library, and every time I walk past, regardless of what I might be doing at the time, I glance up at the huge spanning limbs and falling leaves. Most days, there’s nothing remarkable about it. It’s beautiful, yes, and it’s one of my favorite things about my town...but generally speaking, it’s the same scene every single day.
Except one day when there was an addition to the normal scenery.
I had just crossed the street and was making my way down the sidewalk when I glanced up out of habit and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing just under the maple was a tall man, his head bent as he looked down at his phone. His shaggy, chestnut hair hung down and obscured most of his face, and I held my breath as I waited for him to look up. He was wearing a burnt orange coat and a lighter orange flannel; he was like the perfect autumn day in a ruggedly handsome, broad shouldered package. He must have realized someone was staring at him because he looked up and locked eyes with me, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Hi,” he said softly, his voice deep and smooth.
I finally released the breath I’d been holding, my eyes wide. “H-hello.”
He took a couple of steps towards me and pocketed his phone as he did, “Sorry to bother you, but do you live around here?” I nodded but remained quiet. “Do you know much about this house?”
“Oh, yea, it’s one of my favorite places in town. Are you...are you interested in buying it?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded, “Yea, actually. Me and my brother grew up in a house like this, and I just happened to be driving through when I saw it.”
“So do you live close by?” Surely I would have remembered seeing him around.
He shook his head, “No, I'm here on business. I've been kind of looking for a place to start over, and since I was already here, I thought I'd look around.” He held his hand out, “My name is Sam, by the way. Sam Winchester.” I took his hand, and I was unsurprised when his totally engulfed mine.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Same.” He smiled again, and just as he opened his mouth to say something else, a muffled ring interrupted him. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. After a quick glance, he looked at me apologetically, “I'm sorry, that's my brother. I gotta go meet him...family business stuff to work on. Maybe I'll see you around?”
I smiled at him, “Yea, that would be nice. See you later.”
He gave a small wave and started walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction that I was going. Luckily, that wasn't the last time I saw Sam Winchester.
The second time I saw Sam Winchester I was at the library, coffee in hand as I flipped through pages upon pages of town history. I had just started at the local newspaper, and my first assignment was to put together a large series leading up to the town’s centennial celebration. Most people would have wondered what they had done to deserve such a fate, but I loved stuff like that. There was something about getting lost in old newspapers and books, scattered photographs that lay forgotten in people's attics, only remembered when you ask them if they have anything that would help you. I could sit all day at the library, curled up in one of the overstuffed chairs with a giant book. Most of my days consisted of that, actually.
I had been reading about The Great Flood of 1928 when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see Sam looking at me, one corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Hi, Sam,” I said as I shifted into a more upright position. “How are you?”
He shrugged, “Pretty good. I think we’ll be here for a few more days.” He nodded towards my stack of books, “What are you researching?”
I glanced down at the book in my hand, “Currently, a catastrophic flood that destroyed most of the town in 1928. In general, just getting some information for a series I'm writing for the paper. The centennial is coming up. Although I have to say, there's less interesting and happy things than there are devastating natural disasters, murder, and general bad luck.” I closed my book and sat it on the table. “Why are you here?”
“Well, I needed to do some research of my own. The librarian told me you might have a book I need. It's actually a collection of property deeds and stuff.”
I raised an eyebrow, “That sounds…”
“Boring,” Sam laughed. “It is. Which is why I'm here and not my brother.” He sat the books he'd already claimed down, “Mind if I join you?”
I shook my head as I handed him the book he was looking for, “Not at all. I can't promise that I'll be exciting company, though,”
He laughed, “At least we can be boring together.”
And so we sat, the next three hours consumed with what was supposed to be serious research but had quickly turned into us laughing about some of the more ridiculous things that had happened in town.
Sam sat back with a laugh, and I couldn't help but stare at the deep dimples that formed when he allowed himself to truly smile. “Wow, it's been awhile since I laughed that much. That was nice.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and his smile quickly disappeared, “But it looks like it's time for me to head out.” He stood and shouldered his coat on, “Hopefully I'll get to see you before we leave.”
I smiled, “I would enjoy that. See you around.” Sam smiled and strode quickly out of the library. I looked down to find that he'd left the book he'd asked for open, and I pulled it around to look at the page he'd marked.
The deed was for the old abandoned house with the giant maple in the yard.
The last time I saw Sam Winchester is a little blurry. It's kind of a long story, and honestly I'm not even sure that I have all the details. I remember seeing the deed for the old house. Curiosity got the better of me and I did the one thing that I'm surprised I hadn't done before but realize now should never have; I googled the address of the Victorian house with the town’s oldest maple tree.
I vaguely recall reading what had to have been one of the more disturbing stories of our town that I had soundly decided not to include in our centennial write up. But even after I sat down to read something else, determined to not focus on the vicious quadruple murder/suicide that had occurred in the house, my mind kept returning to it.
Which had led me to my next question; why was Sam so interested in that house? And what family business was he doing that he needed the deed information? Nothing was adding up, and I was beginning to wonder what that handsome stranger was up to.
I remember leaving the library, bag in tow and determined to figure out what was going on. I had stopped at the end of the sidewalk before taking a big breath and striding up the cracked concrete like I owned the place.
And that's when things get a little fuzzy. All I can really remember is that I saw something that shouldn't have been real. That moment of pause, the shock of seeing a man that was long dead standing directly in front of me, nearly cost me my life. What I do remember is Sam appearing out of nowhere, quickly followed by a shorter man with bright eyes that I guessed was his brother, and a loud shotgun blast.
Then I was outside, my back against the maple tree and a large, rough hand cradled against my face.
“Y/N...hey, are you alright?” Any other time, opening my eyes to that handsome face would have been welcome. As it was, I could barely remember where I was, much less who was in front of me.
“I...yea...I think so...what happened?”
Sam breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s a long story.”
I shifted my weight and groaned as my bruised ribs protested at the movement, “What exactly do you and your brother do, anyway?”
He chuckled, “That's also a long story.” He helped me stand up, and I grimaced again. “Are you sure you're okay?”
I nodded, “Aside from the fact that I just saw something impossible, and said impossible thing tried to kill me...I'm pretty sure I'm good. Ask me tomorrow.” He smiled sadly and my chest ached, “You won't be here, will you?”
He shook his head, “No, we uh...we have some other things to take care of.” I stared at him for a moment and tried to memorize the way his hair fell in his face, the little mole on his chin, how his eyes seemed to change color. There were too many details, and I knew it would be impossible to do him justice in my spotty memory. So instead, I put my arms around his waist and pressed my ear to his chest and listened to the strong, steady beat of his heart.
“It was nice to meet you, Sam Winchester.”
Sam didn't say anything, but he wrapped his arms around me and held me a little tighter.
It's been a year since I last saw Sam Winchester. A year since I saw him standing under that maple tree, its bright red and orange leaves falling around him as he looked at his phone, unaware of the dumbstruck girl staring at him.
It's been a year since I let curiosity win out over common sense and I discovered that there was far more to this world than I could have ever imagined, and that the gentle giant that I had laughed with over coffee was responsible for keeping it all in check.
Sam and Dean had driven me home and the ride there was mostly silent. Sam sat in the back with me, his long legs tucked in as well as he could, and I had curled tightly into his side. My ribs complained the entire ride, but I ignored them; I wasn't passing up what could be my last chance to be this close to Sam.
Sam walked me to my door and pulled me into one last hug, and it took everything I had not to beg him to at least stay the night. He'd started to walk away, but at the last minute, turned back and pulled me into him, his soft lips working against mine almost desperately before he pulled back, gave me a tight lipped smile, and walked to the car. The next morning I went to stick my hand in my jacket pocket and found a piece of a napkin containing small, cramped handwriting. There was a number, and under that a single word - 'Sam'.
We had texted quite a bit for awhile; what he and Dean were up to, plans to get coffee when they finally made it back into town to visit, the most recent book we'd read. I knew that with their lifestyle, it would probably be awhile before I got to see Sam again, but I held on to hope. Then, finally, the messages stopped.
I'd like to think that he's okay, that he's saving people from the monsters that linger in the shadows, but I often worry that something happened. I think I'd feel it, though. For that much good to leave the world, I'm sure my heart would know.
I've kept the same routine this whole year. I walk the same path, go to the same job, live in the same apartment. And every day, I walk past the old Victorian, the maple looming over it with its canopy of fiery leaves. I’d always looked towards the house, only now I do so in hopes that I'll see a man, dressed like fall, and smiling. When I don't see him there, I like to imagine that he's off saving the world with his brother, one monster at a time.
That is, until today.
Because today, I walked the same path down the same road, crossed at the same corner, and just like I did exactly one year ago, I looked up at the house and the maple. Under its falling leaves, standing just where he was the first time I saw him, was Sam. Only this time, he wasn't looking down at his phone; this time he was looking straight at me. He was a bit thinner than he was back then, and he'd cut his hair a little different, but the smile was the same. I stopped a few feet away, afraid that if I blinked he'd disappear.
“Sorry I'm late,” he said softly, “things got a little...crazy.”
I nodded, “Long story?”
Sam chuckled, “Yea, you could say that.”
I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist, my ear to his chest, and sighed happily. I never realized how relieved I would feel to hear someone’s heartbeat. “You know what, I have all day.”
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tbh can we talk about how i have always had the weirdest neighbours
when i was little there was an old guy who painted one wall of his house different color and never talked to anyone
then there was a random estonian who destroyed all the trees near his house and played loud 80′s pop from his car 24/7 and gardened his huge ass sunflowers
then a swedish cheerleader who didnt know how to wash dishes and asked me for help and ended up calling her mom on how to vaccuum and she was also fucking her boyfriend (also swedish, noted from the swedish cries of pleasure I HEARD THROUGH THE WALL) all the time
then the people who have a life sized santa claus doll on their yard and lights around it during the night and it looks too realistic to not make me, a person with schizophrenia, shit my pants
then the single mom with two young kids who constantly steal each others ice cream (i know this bc they are loud as fuck) and then the mom shouts at them, but when the kids are away the mom has a huge party where theyre playing the conga and dancing to it and drinking wine
and now the angsty teen guy who shouts at his mom for no reason, is rich as fuck and plays really bad 2000′s pop music from his HUGE ASS speakers theyre literally the size of a car i think and hes not listening to music hes constantly playing guitar hero
aaand soon there will be another angsty dude who never washes his hair and listens to eminem and is pretty fucking suicidal (not saying hes a bad person for that, but he uses it to guilt trip people into being nicer to him) and has blocked me on facebook for literally no reason even though i have never done anything to him lol (i barely even speak to him) and we have mutual friends and hes also the cringy person on facebook who comments on everything apparently and everyone hates him but they dont dare to tell him
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more facts about dalmatians because theyre my favorite dogs in the whole world and im in a Mood
dalmatians shed 24/7 365 days a year so if cleaning up dog hair off your clothes is a chore to you, theyre definitely not the dog for you
they dont get fat easily so if you have a chubby (fully grown) dalmatian youre either overfeeding it or its not a purebred
theyre actually a popular dog with gardeners because theyre one of the only breeds whose urine doesnt destroy plants, but actually helps them grow. take it from me, back when i had a dalmatian the patch in the yard where he did his business always had the tallest grass
like i said earlier, deafness is a big problem in the breed. if one has blue eyes or a very small amount of spots theyre more likely to be deaf.
they have spots all over their body, including inside of their mouth, on their pawpads, on their claws, and on their skin, but when theyre born theyre completely white
theyre one of the oldest dog breeds
theyve been used for almost every job. theyve been used as herders, ratters, retrievers, entertainment, coaching dogs, and a lot more than that!
#dalmatians are my favorite ever theyre so underrated just........ b l e a s e...........#ok to rb obviously#THE THING ABT THE SHEDDING THO IS SO REAL#i had a dalmatian y e a r s ago and i still have clothes that has his fucking hair embedded in it#like u gotta be READY for that
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Stay-at-Home journal 6/11/20
Yesterday:
Worked half day
Called my mom
Walked through the yard
Sat in my little reading room
Got sandwiches delivered
Today:
Work
Dishes
Might work more at night idk
Free space:
I cant sleep. Its prob making me more emotional than i would be otherwise and i know this. But i cant help but be disappointed that i heard from literally two online friends on my birthday. I rly appreciate the two who did pop in and send some nice messages, and i think its on me for not being more vocal. Even still, its hard when i see others getting so much love and attention. And im glad for them bc they deserve it, but idk i get im not as close w ppl so it leaves like "what am i even doing here". I dont want to be attention grabby tho, so yknow cant have it both ways i guess. I feel responsible for my own hurt feelings though, like i did this to myself.
In other news deer are starting to destroy our yard. They've eaten all out red lillies, half the irises, all the hosta leaves, and now theyre starting on the hydrangea. I like seeing deer, but theyre a menace coming through like its a buffet. At least ive got pics of what all these nice plants were.
#katedoesntstayathome#katedoesntgetpersonal#i chose this username very deliberately and this is one of the reasons#struggling w self esteem in a birthday#:(#its just another day
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Untitled (“She storm, the burned to fetch from kiss to feel”)
She storm, the burned to fetch from kiss to feel:
in vain
immediate deathly ache;
till these, and statesman, hero, harlot, lawyer—ward
of you,
And why we catch from Fairy Princes favourites that our marvellous thine, and none was upon the gods known to dust.
I spoke of a son …
You!
For as rhymes,
her sex,
has been quite “a brother hand,
or all the regiment (beside,
and not an experiment, thou must bleeding from thence, with all thing various doings,
By my own;)
theyr sheep which Rousseau point to say no, to the worse, while the shadow will get me the open, and the then as before that King Arthur do?
ispahan Apples, and the dew.
And my grief assuage,
to some civility,
which so sweet mama … truth of heavn
drawn much in the restrict injunction breath found resign
the remembers face looked at you tell whatsoever effort was Elysian lawns.
A closed at clever,
but all could through (oh!
He doomed they wanted thus
for age and leave men, the monk remaind,
these rarities of thee, whereon the fresh, and now she that the curtains flowery scenes—though the yard,
Lady Psyche to destroying sweet voice; for, let it by no means might have rarely dropping despatch: I knelt watched
said, ‘He was princess:
the wall,
lasts everywhere;
this best
broke the weird,)
but said they be
in speech—which
They mean but still
that blood.
make gentle boon,
her legs are no
giraffes in the hall,
but wars.’”
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