This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.
THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!!
I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!
I’m convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat
Cam had always been one to downplay his own pain to take care of others, but it was hard to for even him to keep a lid on it sometimes.
“It’s not even just the leaving. It’s the lack of answers about why?” he growled sadly.
She paused, thinking for a moment before shrugging and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“You know how Moros doesn’t get to see things that are gonna affect him? Maybe it’s sort of like that. Maybe he wasn’t ever supposed to stay. Maybe it was just part of way to get you and Kat and me all together? I mean, I don’t have the answers and I don’t think the Fates would tell me or you if we asked, but it’s all I can really think. I mean, it doesn’t make it hurt less, but, like, maybe it had to happen to bring the rest of us closer?”
Gilley awkwardly half waved at Trigger when he was being stared at before shaking his head and turning back to Chay. “You weren’t lying. And it looks like you’re on the clock already, is that the welcome home you were expecting?” He looked down at the drink and hesitated, “I, I don’t drink, but thank you.”
“Hellhounds ain’ the bes’ for makin’ friends, I guess. Trigger ain’ no differen’. Bethy, on the o’er hand, is like a puppy.” He shrugged and tossed back his drink with ease. “Nah, tha’ll be when the girls realize I’m home an’ then I’m in trouble. Da’s pro’ly upstairs.”
Jayne was sullen, picking uncomfortably at his sleeves as he looked around the place.
“Wasn’t plannin’ on staying any longer than that anyway. Wouldn’t want anyone risking their lives sending out a search party just to look for me.”
“Don’t mind the dog sleeping in the corner. She doesn’t bite,” she called, giving a heads up as she plopped herself down beside the sleeping creature. As long as Tal was shifted, calling her a dog was easier to explain.
“Shitty classic rock and all.” Gilley laughed, the familiarity of the interaction between Chayton and Trigger, the music, the story, it felt weirdly calming, safe. “It must’ve taken a lot of work to fix this up, to think me and Boss Man barely made it through cleaning up my cabin. I’m Gilley, nice to meet you.” He offered even if he might not get an answer.
Chayton laughed as he poured two drinks and slid one across the bar top. “Yeah, Cord said i’ took ‘er a few years ta ge’ i’ done. Pre’y sure she slep’ here then too.”
Trigger only stared at him for a moment before handing a set of keys over to Chay and slipping out from behind the bar and heading out the door.
“Don’t got much choice, do I?” Jayne muttered, hating that he’d been forced into a situation he was entirely uncomfortable with.
It was clear he was frightened, as much as anyone would be in his shoes, but the way he carried himself spoke volumes that his fear was deep set in trauma, not just in the interest of self preservation, his shoulders hunched and his posture making his already wiry frame smaller than his true height really was as he recoiled from everything assaulting his sense of safety, imagined or otherwise.
She didn’t answer as she bolted the door back in place before heading the hatch. It hadn’t always been there, but the owner of the building had installed an underground panic bunker of sorts. He hadn’t survived to see that it worked though.
“You’re free to go when the storm’s over. No one’s going to force you to stay,” she finally spoke up just before her head dipped below ground level.
“I’ll take your word for it and hope to never experience it again.”
As his senses settled back down, able to orient themselves quick enough to the new magnetic location, Gilley relaxed. He took in the bar and the man behind it, nodding to Trigger, his shaky grin getting bigger as he leant against the bar. “This place is pretty close to how i imagined it.”
“Shi’y classic rock ‘n all?” He had never cared much for Cord’s taste in music, far more fond of stuff with roots in bluegrass himself. “Cord’s a pick har’ass when i’ comes ta this place. She rebuil’ i’ herself, so I guess I can kinda see why. Da’ says she’d se’ herself on fire before le’in’ anyone fuck this place up.” Something Chayton damn sure believed. “Tha’s Trigger. He don’ talk much,” he nodded, the hound barely giving recognition as he forced the hybrid to take two glasses instead of letting him drink out of the bottle.
He didn’t look like he was about to calm down any time soon, but with the storm fast approaching, he was rapidly running out of options.
“Show me!” He ordered, his voice shaking as much as the hand that clutched at the blade on his hip for some sense of security.
She noticed the weapon, but it didn’t stop her from beckoning and turning, letting him be at her back while she was, mostly, unarmed. Genetics made her always prepared, but she wasn’t about to flash talons at him.
As promised, it was a short walk and she knocked on the door, the beat precise and clear. It was a signal and the door unlocked and Lux gestured him inside quickly. “You don’t have an issue with being underground, do you? I know most don’t, but there’s always a handful that freak about it.”
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