ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
FETCH ME NEIL
HAPPY BIG TWENTY NEIL
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ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
FETCH ME NEIL
HAPPY BIG TWENTY NEIL
"My body is a machine that turns grilled cheese into pounding my husband."
-my husband
LIVE (nothing wrong with me)
LAUGH (nothing wrong with me)
LOVE (nothing wrong with me)
Me, watching my kitten hold still for a suspiciously long time: Ollie, are you peeing on my floor?
Ollie: Not
Me: Are you sure?
Ollie, grunting through time and space to push out a chocolate mcmuffin wider than he is tall: Not
Me, helpless, arms full of hot chili: Ollie, no! Ollie no! No, Ollie! God, Jesus, Ollie! Ollie, nooo!!
Ollie:
Artist's recreation of incident
I like that both OP and the cat are crying
sorry everyone we won’t be seeing any men today they’ve all been bricked into their enclosure
The Masc of Amontillado
Yuna and David having watched their autistic son be so isolated all of his adult life and never having a happy relationship or close friends who understand his anxiety and then finding out that the man they’ve spent a decade hating on his behalf can casually talk him down from a panic attack in less than a minute
heated rivalry + text posts // part four.
I am sooooo not locked in. I am tucked in. Going to sleep
Finally some good fucking news
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i am, cryying;
"tests inconclusive, we will simply have to play with them a little more (◡ ω ◡)"
The gaming will continue until our understanding of rat morale improves
it's called a museum because me 'n' u see 'em
:)
turns out my new kitten looks just like my roommate's cat's mom. I wonder if that's a tiny part of big kitty's reaction to the new kid.
sometimes i feel ive got to
run away
sigh. just another day scrubbing the floor and mowing the lawn and dusting and doing the laundry for the rest of my pack. but the house has to be in especially perfect shape today because Alpha Jameson has an important meeting with another Alpha from across the river. If they come to an agreement, the Newport and Cincinnati packs might finally have peace for the first time in decades. No more fighting….But they say the Newport Alpha is the most ruthless wolf who’s ever lived. Can our hotheaded Alpha really find a compromise with a man like that? I have to hope for the best…with a deal between our packs, the months of new business negotiations will have everyone so busy, they won’t have time to push me around. Alpha Jameson might even be too distracted to think about me. The thought is almost too good to be true. I’ve been his scapegoat to treat like trash ever since he and my younger sister claimed each other as mates. There was a time when we were kids when it was me on his arm at dinners and parties. But then we grew up, and…..I never got my Wolf. I’m a freak, and everyone knows it. Of course he couldn’t stay with me. Not that I’d want to be with him now anyway. These days he can’t even say my name without spitting it. Sometimes I think it would be easier if I never get my Wolf, and I get banished to live among humans. But then I remember my childhood best friend. She was so pretty—brown eyes, with brunette hair she always wore in a bun. I was homeschooled with my pack, of course, and she went to the local high school. We met at the library….our shared sanctuary. She didn’t have any other friends, and neither did I. We hung out every chance we got. Until one day when we were 16…her brother told me she was gone. I found out that their mom gave her away to a boy band, and I haven’t seen her since. That’s when I realized the human world is just as ruthless as the wolfen. No, banishment wouldn’t be better. But I don’t know how much longer I’ll survive this place either. Most days, keeping my head down and doing what I’m told isn’t enough to keep me out of trouble.
But things could be worse. Yesterday I overheard my sister talking to Beta Devon about the deal Alpha Jameson is making with the Newport Alpha. Apparently, he’s requested a woman from our pack as his mate. With his reputation, I could almost feel bad for whoever Alpha Jameson chooses for him, even though the women in our pack treat me even worse than the men. I’m an embarrassment to them because I don’t have my Wolf.
Whatever. At least I know it won’t be me, because I’m not important enough to be married off……..
everyone saying that they can hear the MC’s voice so clearly. That’s because I didn’t write this. I channeled her voice through myself as a vessel. She’s out there somewhere.
why did I say it like that? We know for a fact that she’s in Cincinnati, Ohio. 
funny you should mention it because I’m channeling the MC again right now and she met the Newport Alpha today. Her stomach was in her throat when she found out that he requested her, specifically. Whatever she’ll have to endure will almost be worth the look on Alpha Jameson’s face when he was forced to acknowledge that someone actually wants her—that someone outside of her pack even knows her name.
Still, the satisfaction was fleeting when it finally sank in that she’s leaving with the most ruthless Wolf this side of Louisville. Is she simply out of the pan and into the fire?
Not so much. In fact, the Newport Alpha is cold as ice. He hasn’t spoken a single word to her in the hour since they met and left Cincinnati on his sleek, burnt-sienna Ecosse ES1 Spirit.
Could he really have asked for her, specifically? What if he’d asked for someone else and they sent her instead, as a consolation prize? What if…
What if he asked for someone else, and they lied about who she was? Oh god. Would she have to pretend to be Payton or Sabrina to maintain peace and to keep her own head attached to its neck? She might be able to pull that off…for a week.
Does he even know what she is—what she isn’t. Did Alpha Jameson or her sister tell him she doesn’t even have her Wolf? Maybe the Alpha can sense that on his own…
They’ve stopped for gas, and he still hasn’t said a word. But he when he goes inside for an energy drink, he comes back out with sweet-tarts ropes—her favorite. It’s such a random candy too. How could he have possibly known that? A lucky guess?
They share an impossibly familiar look for just a moment as he hands her the candy. Then he’s astride the motorcycle again.
She wishes she had something other than him to hold onto as they speed southbound on 471. Despite herself, her arms are wrapped around his waist, and she tucks her forehead against his broad back so the wind won’t sting her eyes.
His carhartt jacket smells faintly of clove cigarettes. His hair smells like apricot shampoo from the dollar general. The specificity of the scent catches her off guard as they cross the bridge into Newport. Why would she recognize the brand? More importantly: why would a wealthy Alpha buy his hair products from a dollar store?
And why is she even thinking about his shampoo to begin with? She needs to be preparing herself for her first night in her new life. It could be anything. She needs to be smart. She needs to be on guard.
And yet…she can’t stop thinking about his brown eyes. Something in them is so….impossibly…..familiar. It just doesn’t make any sense.
That's very kind, but again I'm not writing this. I'm having visions and ecstasies where I see through the eyes of the MC. In fact......I'm being overcome now......
We've been driving for a long time now, well past Newport's city limits. At some point, we got off the highway, and I counted streetlights blurring by until we started passing trees instead. We're out somewhere in the woods now. I tell myself that I'll get my bearings the next time we stop, but we just drive on and on.
#reading this feels like having knives thrown at you
this is my favorite review yet, thank you. this tag made me gleeful.
Sticky fan art
the Sticky War supersoldier is @snuwolf
some Sticky updates over the entirety of last year
she's been here for my entire adult life
wait I'm not that old!!!! I want to live longer!!
When she dies, they're gonna bury you alongside her. Like a Pharaoh.
gotta start prepping for the mummification process ig 😔