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spinningalbinoturtle · 6 months

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Lotr characters and their dogs (and other pets)

Frodo

Canonically not a dog person but also just has cat person vibes

He has two cats one of them is a chubby gray kitty named Luthien and she is incredibly spoiled. A birthday present from Bilbo

His other cat is a stray who hates everyone but Frodo- its super scrangly and Sam calls it Gollum and it stuck

After the Quest Frodo gets a little beagle service dog that helps him with PTSD and other medical stuff

Sam

Pre Quest had an old basset hound named Fingon. His dad said they didn’t have room for it but Sam insisted on feeding it and when he moved in with Frodo it came along.

Post quest he has a border collie named Ellie (short for Galadriel) who helps him replant the shire

He also keeps chickens at Bag End and spoils them a bit. They are just for eggs

Also has a little dairy cow for fresh milk. Her name is Bell after his mom

Merry

The Brandybucks have a pack of mastiffs and they love Merry. Frodo is terrified of them

They also have several feral maine coones that lounge around their manor and also love Merry but hate everyone else

Has a full size horse post quest which he is very proud of and scares the other hobbits. Its name is Theoden

Pippin

Lets be honest with ourselves Pippin has a lab who has the exact same personality as him and they go everywhere together. Its name is something really basic like Buddy

He also keeps turtles and has a whole menagerie for them. They’re all named after different foods

Aragorn

Aragorn has a husky/malamute that he found on his travels north. He howls back and forth with it and is convinced he can understand it. When he becomes king it sits at the foot of his throne and occasionally will randomly howl in the middle of a meeting.

Horse girl all the way. Brego is his bestie. Man takes excellent care of his horse and buys all kinds of extraneous shit for it.

Boromir

Denethor has a pack of vicious looking dogs but Boromir has a Dalmatian that loves him so much

Faramir adopts it for a while after Boromir dies but Faramir is much more of a cat person, so ultimately its adopted by Aragorn and becomes mates with his husky. The puppies go to his and Arwens kids

Legolas

This could go one of two ways-either he has a super graceful hunting dog like a greyhound or whippet or he has a little pomeranian he dresses up and treats like a baby

He has tried to domesticate the spiders with little success maybe because he’s also killed a lot of them

Gimli

Gimli is a terrier person. He has a little Scottish terrier who sits on his lap all the time when he’s working. Gimli made it a little sweater and it hates Legolas (its jealous of Legolas stealing Gimli’s attention).

He also keeps canaries and they are very well cared for and all have names and he’s the only one who can tell them apart

Eowyn

Has a massive Rottweiler who is super intimidating to everyone except Eowyn. It has bitten Grima multiple times. Around Eowyn it acts like a little puppy.

She also loves her horse as all Rohirrim do.

I could also see her as raising ferrets or chinchilas as well

Faramir

Firmly a cat person

Doesn’t mind dogs but vastly prefers cats

Has six of them and they’re all rescues. Their names are : Mithrandir, Radagast, Varda, Melian, Beren, and Pippin.

Eowyn indulges her crazy cat husband even when their house is overrun with kittens

Arwen

Also firmly a cat person

She’s fine Aragorn’s dog but that’s just cause its well trained

Usually just has one or two cats at a time. They’re a special breed from Lothlorien and they’re really beautiful. They like to sit on her lap and purr. They’re also vicious mousers.

Eomer

Has a big great dane who hangs out in Edoras. Its super sweet and dorky. Everyone loves it.

#lotr #frodo baggins #eowyn #aragorn #sam gamgee #merry brandybuck #boromir #legolas #pippin took #samfro #arwen undomiel #gimli #faramir

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vukovich · 7 months

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24K9

A daily(?) kinktober Tumblr fic. Will post to AO3 on American Thanksgiving, 2023.

Harry is a K9 unit Auror. Draco is the Ministry Kennelmaster. How could that possibly lead to anything?

Tags: collaring, top Draco, sensual pet play, touch starved Harry, bathing, shaving, rescue dog feels, other tags TBA, maybe dark draco ending?, maybe werewolves?, definitely coming untouched though, just blasting rope man

Chapter One

“I assure you, Auror Potter,” drawled the Patronus, speaking even before it found its full form, “there is nothing wrong with your partner.”

Malfoy’s tone was patronising, as though he were telling Harry that the monsters under his bed weren’t real, and to go back to sleep.

Next to Harry’s desk, his ‘partner’ had managed to catch his tail and was currently gnawing on it with nothing short of ardour. K9 Auror Wurst, aka RottWurst, clamped down on his fluffy tail so hard, Harry swore he heard a crunch.

The bright fog condensed into a direwolf the size of a modest pony. It was the perfect symbol for Draco Malfoy. A pale, leggy, sharp-toothed relic of another time.

“And I assure you,” Harry spat, “Kennelmaster Malfoy, that this mutt’s fucking touched in the head.”

The mutt in question was eighty-plus pounds of Rottweiler-poodle abomination. He looked like a St Bernard had dug into an avalanche, missed the humans, and hit a thousand-volt power line instead. The curly white fur on his belly was caked with mud, and his brown muzzle still had bits of grass clippings on it. The rest of him was black, save his brown eyebrows and speckled ears.

“He keeps alerting to sex magic, not dark magic. It’s fucking embarrassing. Dragged me across Hyde Park. I had to use a Confundus on him to get him back to the office.”

The direwolf was so still that Harry blinked twice to make sure the shape wasn’t burned into his retinas. It was a bloody showboat of a Patronus.

It was so bright that it brought out the dinginess of Harry’s office. The yellow carpet had a pale brown trail between the door and Harry’s desk chair. The corners of the ceiling had cobwebs, and the baseboards held an unhealthy amount of dust.

The fresh dog piss on the floor didn’t help things.

“I mean, he’s not worthless,” Harry added. “But Robards said he can’t reassign him to Vice. That he doesn’t have that authority. So it must be you who has to do it.”

It was a little risky to bypass Robards the way he had, contacting Malfoy directly. He probably should have made an appointment with his assistant or something.

But he’d been angry, so he’d pulled an interdepartmental priority Howler out of his desk and sent it.

There was probably a DMLE protocol for contacting a member of the Wizengamot. There was a DMLE protocol for everything but wiping his arse. Actually, they probably had one for that, too.

Harry blinked again. His eyes were dry. He was on hour seven of a twelve-hour shift. After this, he’d get another coffee.

The direwolf shifted its weight, then leaned back, hindquarters high, in a deep stretch. Its paws spread out in front of it.

Harry wondered if Malfoy was actually stretching. And what that might look like.

It’d been years since he’d seen Malfoy in person. Just in the papers, and only in the background of Wizengamot photos. He’d been called to his Wizengamot seat the day after his thirtieth birthday, having met the minimum age. They hadn’t called Hermione to hers until she was thirty-two. She’d die mad about that.

The direwolf laid down, then yawned.

Harry yawned.

Wurst yawned. Then farted.

Harry thought to check the time. 2:30 AM, according to his wristwatch. He’d been on the clock for fourteen hours. Not seven.

“Shit,” Harry said.

He’d woken a member of the Wizengamot at 2:30 AM. And an important one.

The direwolf sighed and tucked its muzzle under its paw. Harry held his breath. Maybe Malfoy would fall asleep.

Maybe he’d doze off, and he’d think he dreamt he got a Howler in the middle of the night from a burnout beat cop at least six rungs below him. Maybe.

The direwolf sighed again, then drifted away like will-o'-the-wisps on the wind.

Maybe Malfoy wouldn’t report this.

Maybe.

Maybe Robards wouldn’t kill him.

He drummed his fingers on his desk. If he did get written up, it’d be his sixth this year. Two of them were for failing to meet dress code, but the shaving regulations were stupid, and the hygiene one was just weird.

Still.

Wurst looked at him. He looked at Wurst.

Nothing would happen. His talk with Malfoy had only lasted a few seconds. He’d think it was a dream.

It would be fine.

“It’ll be fine,” Harry told Wurst, ignoring the sweat on his palms.

Wurst’s nostrils flared, and then an ivory envelope slid under the door. It sat on the grimy carpet for a moment, then folded itself into a swan. With a few wingbeats, it landed on Harry’s desk and unfolded itself.

Inside was a business card.

Draco L Malfoy Wizengamot Member, Kennelmaster Warminster BA13 4SH UK

“Shit,” Harry said.

He flipped the card over. On the back was an appointment date and time. Tomorrow.

“Fuck.”

Robards was going to kill him.

#drarry #kinktober #but like DIY kinktober #kinktober parallel play #you can hide anything in the tags #nobody can stop you #my tags are so big because they're full of secrets #24k9

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moonlight26posts-blog · 8 months

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In Baltimore County, MD: 2 y/o Rottweiler Needs Rescue Commitment by 9/12

Baltimore County Animal Services is seeking rescue placement for Teddy. Teddy is a 2 year old, 140 pound Rottweiler that originally came to us as a stray and was never reclaimed. After the stray hold, Teddy was adopted out, but was returned less than 24 hours later due to the adopter’s landlord changing their mind about allowing the adopters to have a dog. Teddy is currently on a bite quarantine due to being mouthy while playing with the adopter and them pulling back resulting in a superficial scrape to the skin from his tooth. Teddy is very friendly, but jumpy/mouthy, strong, and needs some additional training. Teddy also showed some signs of resource guarding food, but also showed restraint during his resource guarding test, only escalating to growling and muzzle punching the hand away from his food. He has also shown social interest in other dogs. Teddy is up to date on vaccines, heartworm negative, and neutered. Teddy would be able to leave the shelter on September 12th, when his quarantine is over. Teddy will not be made available for adoption through us again so it is imperative that we find a rescue group to take him in. If you are interested in pulling Teddy, or have any questions, please let us know!

Thank you,

Megan Phillabaum

Rescue and Foster Coordinator

To see other animals in need of rescue, visit here: https://www.baltimorecountymd.gov/.../ani.../rescue-partners

Baltimore County Animal Services

13800 Manor Road

Baldwin, MD 21013

[email protected]

410-887-7297

#dog rescue maryland #dog rescue baltimore maryland #dog rescue #doglover #rottie lovers #rottie rescues #rottweiler rescue #rottweiler #black and tan dogs #shelter dogs #urgent shelter dogs and cats #dog rescue baltimore city maryland black dogs urgent shelter dogs

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ghostgothgeek · 30 days

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My own personal headcanon: Sam has a Rottweiler.

She said she’s more of a cat person, but she loves all animals and I can just see her with a rotty.

She’s a rescue Sam finds at her volunteer shift at the animal shelter and there’s an immediate bond. She names her Nyx (after the goddess of the night) and she’s protective of Sam. She loves Danny and Tucker, but Sam’s mom is terrified of her, much to Sam’s (and Danny’s) amusement. She becomes protective of Danny and Tucker too. No one wants to fuck with Sam when she has Nyx around. Nyx also loves to play with Cujo (maybe Nyx is an offspring of Cujo when Cujo was alive?). Skulker and Johnny13 are also afraid of Nyx. She’s the bestest girl.

#danny phantom #sam manson #headcanon

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thisdogwrites · 11 months

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Three Fur Musketeers

Apollo 2006-2016 Daisy 2006-2013 Zeus 2006-2017 Mum is going to write this blog in memory of my brothers and sister, who she lost. These three pups I rescued from Texas. Zeus and Apollo were in an overcrowded animal shelter. They were two and three months old when I rescued them. Daisy was dumped at a PetSmart grooming center at three months old. I happened to go to PetSmart when she was…

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#Best Friends #Death #Dog #Grief #Labrador #Loss #Memorial Day #Memories #Mutt #Puppy #Rescue Dog #Rottweiler

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denialcity · 6 months

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imagine veterinarian tobirama helping out for emergency cases in his brother's clinic while hashirama is away on a training course and in comes Madara in a tight black shirt with gloves wearing all black and sunglasses with a 1 year old rottweiler on a massive chain aka the dictionary entry for "overcompensating". Tobirama can't keep his mouth shut so he says this out loud. It's lust/hate on sight bc they're both assholes and the interaction is full of UST and snarky dick comments including gay chicken moment where madara is like "why u so fixated u want proof I'm not overcompensating or something" and tobirama pats the table like "up on the table then" but the puppy hops up and happily cockblocks lmao

Madara continues to bring in these big aggressive-reputation breeds some of which are beaten up. The UST continues bc they're both each other's type but (for an undertone of PLOT bc I was planning for a 10k) tobirama becomes increasingly concerned that madara runs an underground dogfighting ring and instead of reporting it like a normal sane person he decides to stalk/follow madara. To a what looks like a fighting kennel

madara catches him and slams him against a wall rowr rowr trespasser why u following me u asking for trouble. Tobirama spits blood and goes hqh you'll have to kill me if you don't want me to report you. Tension. Beat. Report me for what??

Madara turns out to be running a rescue charity that forcefully rescues fighting dog breeds from rings/Mills. Oh no he's a bad boy good guy. Outrageous. Hot.

Tbrm hits madara once for revenge for getting roughed up once madara lets go and madara is like HEY but then tbrm pulls him in for a kiss and they fck nasty against the wall thanks to the newfound mutual hatred for assholes who mistreat animals.

Snarky visits continue. They're dating now.

Epilogue hashirama comes back with souvenirs and belatedly introduces tobirama to his friend madara who is a regular at the clinic bc he's running a rescue charity isn't that so cool he's got a friend discount and everything lol

This would have been my entry for the madatobi big bang but the writer sign ups are closed so I'm saved

#senju tobirama #uchiha madara #Madatobi #evicting rent free thoughts #I typed this through a blur of eye infection bc I need it out of my head like fire

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stinkybrowndogs · 3 months

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Some dog movie observations:

The 1990s to like 2010 seems to be the golden age of dog movies. We got Beethoven (1992), Homeward Bound (1993), Air Bud (1997), 101 Dalmatians (1996), Snow Dogs (2002), Because of Winn Dixie (2005), Hotel for Dogs (2009), Beverly Hills Chihuahua (2008) to name a few that I enjoyed. There is also a slew of B-rate movies that while not as good, still have some charm. I will say I think it helps that cgi wasn’t heavily used in movies until the later 2000s and 2010s, and it is my humble opinion that too much cgi ruins the movies. The more tricks the dog actually does on camera, the better. Bonus points if clever camera shots and practical effects are used instead of cgi.

Anything before the 80s? Questionable animal ethics. (The Animal welfare act was passed in 1966, so really anything before then is… wild.)

Now. As we travel into the 2010s-2020s, we see an uptick in copaganda. (Max, Dog, Rescued by Ruby, and a Dogs Journey are some recent ones). We also see an uptick of Really Bad Movies (think like a dog-BAD. Lady and the tramp? WORSE.) we also see a lot of strange indie films about dogs (white god was….. weird.) this is also when the “air buddies” took off to be their own thing, which has turned into an entire studio that makes Bad Dog Movies (and also shows! Pup academy, phantom pups, and one other one on Netflix. They are Bad)

There are also several with like 100 remakes (lassie, benji, where the red fern grows, like 200 different white fangs smh) so I’m not super sure how I’m going to tackle those….

The most popular dog breeds in these movies are probably goldens, labs, German shepherds, Great Danes (! At least 3 so far; marmaduke, the ugly Dachshund, and Chestnut hero of Central Park), old English sheepdogs (! Surprising but there was a few!) and beagles (again at least a few movies). Also, terriers.

Dobermans, Rottweilers, Beaucerons, and German shepherds are top picks for the antagonist characters, or just as Menacing Dogs

There are several I haven’t watched yet because they are not on any streaming service, and I will have to check my library to see if they have any of them to loan. I am looking forward to the Tim Allen shaggy dog (horrifying poster- dog with human eyes photoshopped on), marmaduke (I remember this movie being terrible), cats & dogs (I remember liking these)

Im tempted to try and make a big long video just. Reviewing all the movies I have watched but that is a massive waste of my time and also I have the personality of a shoe so I’m not sure who would actually be interested in watching it. Much to think about.

#dog movie saga #the list is LOOOOONG #there r like 200 movies I haven’t watched #idk if I should like. be more picky #narrow my requirements #idk #I think I’m gonna watch some horror ones tonight #cujo and white dog maybe?

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 1 year

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Reliable [Frankie x reader]

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x reader/you (basically gender neutral but reader has a dog that's afraid of men so...)

Warnings: meet-cute, brief mention of dog abuse but nothing graphic, FRANKIE BLUSHES, there is a dog!, praise (not to you but the dog. bitch)

Summary: You're in the park with your rescue dog who's afraid of men. That is, until a certain handsome pilot appears.

Words: 1,863

A/N: Thanks to @apascalrascal for helping me with the dog stuff!

"Carrie! Here, bring the ball to me!"

The rottweiler comes running towards you with a tennis ball in her mouth. Her tail is waving frantically as she dances a victory lap around you before relinquishing the ball at your feet.

"Sit."

She parks her bottom on the ground promptly, and you reward her with a treat.

"Good girl, such a good girl," you praise her with a couple of good pats on her back. The dog is panting happily, pink tongue hanging out of her mouth as she drinks in your kind words - words that she wasn't used to until she was taken from her former, abusive owner to a dog rescue center, where you found and adopted her.

"Okay, ready for another one?" you ask, holding up the ball for her to see. Carrie's eyes are almost bulging out of her head as she waits for you to throw it. You don't keep her waiting but toss the ball away with all you've got.

"Fetch!"

The dog sets off in a second, and you smile as you watch her gallop over the green grass of the park. It's early morning, the air is wonderfully crisp, and you haven't seen many people yet. You prefer it this way: Carrie is wary of other dogs, and extremely scared of men. The park at this hour makes for a neutral arena where you can play with her without having her focus too much on who's around.

You now see that your throw was longer than the previous ones, and the ball is landing by the pedestrian parkway, and there's a man picking it up. Carrie is slowing down, but she's not displaying her usual cowering body language yet. You decide to intervene but remind yourself not to run as it would signal to the dog that the situation is dangerous.

"It's okay, Carrie," you call out in a calm voice, "get the ball."

The man's face is hidden underneath the bill of a baseball cap, but he's standing calmly with his hand stretched out. As you get closer, you hear a low, soothing rumble that makes your stomach twist.

"Good girl, what a pretty good girl you are..."

Carrie has stopped, one paw raised in apprehension as she regards the man. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and then she inches closer. You stop, staring in awe as she approaches the man, leaning her body weight forward so as to sniff his hand from as far away as she possibly can.

"That's it, good girl," the man continues to coo in that baritone that makes you want to crouch by his feet and lick his hand as well.

Holy shit, get a grip!

You shake your head and walk up to Carrie and the man. He looks up, and you're instantly taken with his warm, nut-brown eyes, and kind smile.

"I'm sorry," he immediately apologizes, "I know you're not supposed to touch strange dogs, but I just couldn't resist. She's beautiful."

"It's okay," you hear yourself say, despite you really not being okay with it, not normally. But this is not normal. You look at Carrie, who is now sniffing the man's shoes, her tail slowly wagging, like she's not really sure if it's the appropriate reaction.

"How old is she?" the man asks.

"Around four. She's a rescue."

"And such a sweetheart," he smiles at Carrie who looks up at him, head tilted as she listens to his murmur. "Yes, you are, you are a perfect sweetheart, aren't you, girl?"

"She really is," you agree, your heart missing a beat when the man straightens his back, and you see the full expanse of his broad shoulders.

"I'm Frankie, by the way." He offers you his hand, and you take it for a quick shake as you give him your name.

"And this is Carrie."

When hearing her name, Carrie looks up at you with a happy expression in her face, and you give her a pat.

"Everything's perfect, Carrie. You wanna fetch?"

Her head tilts again and she looks from Frankie to you.

"It's okay," you assure her, "Frankie can throw the ball."

Frankie shows her the tennis ball, and chuckles at how Carrie's tail starts to beat faster.

"Okay, here goes."

He throws with a precision that makes you think that maybe he played baseball when he was younger, but he doesn't really look like the athletic type now. He has the kind of strength that you often see in contractors, but he doesn't seem like the gym-going type. He's wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, though, along with running shoes. As Carrie sets off after the ball, you try to think of something to say.

"Morning run for you?" you finally come up with. He smiles sheepishly, his eyes crinkling in such a charming way that you melt a little. Discreetly, you check for a ring, finding that his left ring finger is bare and tanned, without any marks.

"I'm here with a friend. He tries his best to get me to the gym, or out running, and sometimes I give in, just to shut him up. But he ran off like a damn gazelle the moment we got here, and he already ran past me once."

You laugh at the mental image. "Sounds like he's just showing off."

"That he is," Frankie agrees. "Especially when he knows how lazy and bad it makes me look."

He looks anything but lazy and bad as he crouches to receive the ball from Carrie, whose tail is now wagging at full capacity. She still keeps a bit of a distance to Frankie, but she's looking at him expectantly, clearly wanting him to throw the ball again. He does, and she sets off after it. Frankie stands up again, a happy smile on his face. You glance sideways at him, admiring his sharp-nosed profile and the sweet patches in his beard. He's really cute. When he takes the baseball cap off and passes a hand through his hair, you yearn to do the same. His hair, although a little flat at the moment from the hat, seems so soft and fluffy.

Just as Carrie returns, a tall, slender man a few years younger than Frankie comes running down the path. He slows down when he sees the two of you, and so does Carrie when she sees him approaching. As the friend reaches you and calls out a greeting to Frankie, Carrie's body language has already changed: she's cowering, trembling, her tail is between her legs, and her ears have dropped.

"It's okay," you immediately tell her in a cheerful voice, "everything's alright, Carrie." You crouch by her and put a hand on her back, and when the dog backs into your embrace, you put your arms around her to shield her from the stranger.

"That's Frankie's friend," you explain, still using your bright yet calm voice. "You're okay, Carrie, you're such a good dog."

You've seen this countless times before, but the change from how she was with Frankie makes for a very stark contrast.

"Everything okay?" the guy asks. He's younger, quite well-trained, and has a boyish charm, but you're not admiring him as you're more focused on your dog. She's still trembling in your arms, and you keep petting her.

"I think we're gonna go," you tell the two men. You don't want to see if Carrie would still accept Frankie. She's had enough excitement for one day and you want to get her home to her safe place, not subject her to more experiments.

"It's okay, Benny," Frankie tells his friend. "I think the dog just got scared."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Benny tells you ruefully. You shake your head and smile to let him know you're not mad.

"It's fine, she's really scared of men. It's not your fault."

You put the leash on Carrie and stand up. "You wanna go home, sweetheart? Let's go home."

Carrie keeps close to your legs as you back off a couple of steps, your gaze lingering on Frankie, who looks a little disappointed.

"Nice to meet you," you offer. He nods back.

"And you."

You turn around and start to walk in the other direction while reassuring Carrie about what a good girl she is, how well she played, and how much fun she had. The dog relaxes for every step, and when you hear your name being called, Carrie doesn't flinch.

You turn around to see Frankie come jogging.

"You forgot the ball."

Carrie's tail beats against your leg a couple of times when Frankie hands you the almost left behind ball.

"Thanks."

His eyes drop to Carrie. "She feeling better?"

"Yeah, she's good. She wasn't prepared for your friend."

"Is she really afraid of men, like you said?"

"I wouldn't lie about something like that," you point out, a bit of an edge to your voice. Frankie looks alarmed.

"No, no, I didn't mean anything like that. I just meant that... she wasn't like that with me?"

You look down at Carrie, who looks back at you, one of her rust-colored brow patches raised, as if she were asking you "well, what are you waiting for?". You hold back a chuckle and look at Frankie.

"I fully expected her to cower from you," you confess. "She's never been like that with a man before. I adopted her almost a year ago, and the first vet check-up I took her to, I couldn't get a female one. When Carrie saw him, she peed from fear and when he touched her, she whined."

"Oh." Frankie's eyebrows have shot up and are slanted down, giving him a slightly clueless appearance.

"Yeah. The guy who owned her before was an asshole. Beat her and all that."

"Poor thing."

"She's better now," you tell him, proud of your dog's progress. "She's really special. And she must see something special about you, too, since she chose to trust you just like that."

Redness spreads over Frankie's cheeks and he drops his gaze to the ground. He all but scrapes the toe of his shoe in the grass.

You blush as well, and the two of you stand in silence for a few awkward moments before you clear your throat.

"Well... we better go."

"Of course."

But you still don't move for the coming moments. Finally, Frankie looks up at you.

"Well... have a nice weekend."

"And you."

You expect him to turn around and jog back to his friend, but he sticks to his spot like he's been glued there.

"Do you hike?" you blurt eventually blurt out. "We usually go out to the national park on Sundays. Maybe you'd like to come with tomorrow?"

"I'd love to!" he immediately replies, and Carrie starts to wag her tail.

When you finally walk home from the park, you are wearing a huge grin and doing nothing to try to quench the butterflies in your stomach. Carrie is happily trotting next to you, as if she were just as happy as you about having Frankie's number in your phone, and his promise of picking you up the following morning.

#francisco frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier fanfic #my fic

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little-blurry-stars5 · 3 months

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editing this as i go--

so started right off at crusty's, and heres the thing- they walked right in and instantly took him down. the thing im a bit disappointed about is that in the books, its percy that thinks quickly on his feet to rescue his friends, and im sad they weren't able to portray that in the show, because too many times hes percived as dumb or slow when in reality hes actully really smart

grovers stress toy 😭 someone give this man (satyr?) a BREAK

ohhhhh i know percy's finna break a pearl and demolish new reader's hopes and dreams

WOAHHHH THEYRE BAIBIES THEYRE CHILDREN WHYS THE UNDERWORLD SO LIKE THAT? omg nico has to go there 😭😭

CHARON WHY YOU COULD OF GOTTON A RAISE DAKLFJDA;

HOLY FRIGGIN HELL THATS A BIG DOG (love that they kept the rottweiler detail tho)

GROVER GROVER R U OK PLEASE BE OKAY OH MY GODS oh wait annabeth has the ball itll b ok

shes. shes petting it

awww hes just a doggy just a very very big doggy oh hello grover thats. thats really gross but atleast ur ok

oh THE SHOES THEYRE FINNA DO THE THING OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

annabeth HOLD ON GIRL

shoes didnt do the the thing. huh

THERE THEY GO. awww theyre playing with him <3 glad they kept that. grovers in awe i would be too

why is his palace upsidedown...???

OOP HE LOST THE PEARL. AHFKDHAKH;DKAL THERES THE ANGST

oh aw no.... poor sally. she didnt deserve everything that sucks. also poor percy

HE GAVE HIM IS PEARL THEY REALLY ARE BEST FRIENDS HUH

FUCK THATS CREEPY. oh theres more. wonderful. oh theyre in asphodel. why are they so creepy........... stop

annabeth?? girl whats goin on?? WHY IS SHE TIED UP ohh she regrets thalia doesnt she... how is she going to get out of there oh the pearl.. AIGHT GO GO GET OUTTA THERE i know it must break his heart to leave her but atleast shes safe

OOP THE SHOES. THEYRE THEY GO hes going to fall into that hole in five years oh my gods. and they were red converse too... damn. oh theres the bolt. wait he was supossed to figure it out himself why did it just. appear. what are they going to do... i thought they were supossed to meet hades??? oh there they go. HADES ISNT INVOLVED GUYS... OH HES FINNA GO FOR HIS MOM THATS HOW HADES IS INVOLVED

stop youre breaking my heart. stop stop thiS MADNESS [cries and sobs]

the underworld is weirddd but lowk cool?? its diff from wut i had in mind but still

is that.... hades??? THAT IS HUH.

cilp clack clip clack clip clack clip clack oh i could listen to that all day

WHY IS SHE A STATUE?? true hades... true... he looks way diff than i imagined. love the big speech.. hun... but he doesnt want the bolt

hades just minding his own buisness 😭

HES FIGIURING IT OUT HE FIGURED IT OUT woooooooo there he goessss

hes protecting them omg. hes such a good guy. ok we wiat why does ohhhh hes actully smart?? hes actully practical. hades is js trying to live his life man...

STOPP POISEDION?? he cares he cares so much- is he british?? im crying stop SALLY DESERVES BETTER SHE JS WANTS HER SON TO BE SAFE IM CRYING aww sally and poisiodon <333 hes here for here - at least now. oh wiat thats THATS SO GOOD STOP THIS SHOW IS AMAZING ADKLAJFKLDAJSFKL;SAJFKLAS;

THERE THEY ARE THE TRIO LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO

ARES FIGHT SCENE LTES GO LETS GO WOOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE THIS SHOWWWWWWWWWWWWW

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