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I got soap on my scrubs, don’t judge.
Three guard dogs might’ve been overkill.
Simon Riley’s never thought that before—until they’re barreling down his driveway, barking up a storm at you. A pretty thing in the neighborhood, pushing a stroller.
He follows after his stubborn German Shepherds, gruffly ordering them to heel. They won’t hurt you, of course, but you don’t know that. He braces himself for the screams when he rounds the mailbox. A terrified mother and her child, chased by three trained-to-kill dogs and a masked man—
Laughter stops him in his tracks.
Cap, Kilo, and Mac are planted on their asses, tails wagging, tongues hanging out. Your toddler’s giggling so hard she’s nearly tippin’ out of her seat as she yanks on Mac’s ear, earning a face full of slobber for it.
And you—you’re bent over, one hand holding Cap’s paw, the other scratching behind Kilo’s ears.
“Cute pups,” you say.
Cute...what?
You look up at him, past his mask and into his eyes. He freezes. But you just smile.
“You military?”
He ends up not replying, because the setting sun catches in your eyes and his brain is temporarily short-circuited. You’re not deterred, however, your chin tilting to the gun holstered at his hip.
“My husband was, too.” Your gaze drops to the paw in your hand. “He did an op down in Coal Ridge last year.”
You don’t have to say anything else. Everyone knows what went down in the ridge.
Ghost tries to find something—anything—to say. Condolences would be a start. But nothing he thinks of is good enough, or sounds right in his head. So he just stands there, looming over you, watching you pet his assassin dogs.
And then—it hits him in the chest like a bullet.
You’re all alone in that house at the end of the street with your little girl.
Something rears its head under his ribs. A protective urge so strong it’s almost staggering.
“Well,” you sigh, straightening and offering him a playful, cute little salute. “Have a good one.” Your eyes flick to the insignia on his sleeve. “Lieutenant.”
As you stroll away into the setting sun, Simon watches you go, and the ‘cute pups’ whine at his feet as you leave.
And suddenly, three guard dogs don't seem like enough after all.
He might just have to become one himself.
Gonna be spending most of the week in Arkansas, watching the hubby’s best friend’s daughter graduate high school, then we’re gonna come back to Ohio and pack up, because we’re moving there by the end of the month.
I’m going to be one exhausted driver the first week of June. 😮💨
Arankai and buffalo_farm tonight. 🤘🏻
I’m so tired. A trip to Arkansas over the weekend and then right back into work, man. Today (08 April) I work a fucking double shift for one of my patients and I’m not looking forward to it. Homeboy’s an ornery old bastard.
Send help. It’s too early to be awake.
Everyone I'd like to thank you for giving me such love n support for my art and I'm very proud to announce that almost 2 months of hard work has just about been finished! So without further ado... I have part 1 (of 5) of the very first chapter of 2026, enjoy!
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1 (you are here), 2 , 3 , 4 , 5
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Not to sound like a decrepit, rambling corpse about it, but back in my day Word used to be a pre installed program that came with your computer, if you were running Windows.
No subscription. Just program.
On your computer. You got to use it forever and ever and never had to worry about it going away.
Because it was physically on your computer. As a program. That you actually owned. Not because you got it separately, but because it was a standard inclusion with your computer.
I'm sorry but I'll just never get over it. I remember when companies cared about their products being usable out of the box. I remember when our things belonged to us.
Old man shaking fist at cloud, wherein the cloud is the background of the Windows 98 logo.
I went to the Cincinnati show, too. Saw Lee twice in three days. 😂😭
AND WE HAD PIT TICKETS IN CINCINNATI BRO
Also, can I just say that Rob’s smile is fucking infectious??? 😍
My life is complete!
THREE DAYS GRACE, I PREVAIL, AND THE FUNERAL PORTRAIT TONIGHT AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
if your wings won’t find you heaven, i will bring it down like an ancient bygone
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Source:
Being a brat is about so much more than the intimacy of punishment, the reassurance of knowing that even at my worst you still care for me and find me attractive, or even the ecstasy that comes from mixing pain and pleasure. Sometimes I just like pissing you off 🥰