#pet: sampson

[simraeth]

Tʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴇxᴄᴇʀᴘᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ Rᴏsᴇᴍᴀʀʏ Rᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ. Pᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ Wɪʟʟᴏᴡ Hᴀᴀʀᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ's ᴀᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғɪʀsᴛ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ.

So I'm someone to hold true Keep you cool when it's still alive Won't let you down when it's all ruin

EST. DATE: 09.20.200X

At the time of writing this, it's been five years since the beginning of the end. Most people these days refer to it as "Doomsday," even if the source of doom isn't fully clear. All we here at Rosemary's Refuge have are the results: a seemingly unending winter, with plant life seeming to fight back against cultivation, that can infect the brain if you're not careful...and make the dead walk.

No one has an easy time of it these days. The days are bitterly cold. Roaming too much leaves you vulnerable to the zombies roaming the nation, but staying in one place too long can lead to you getting robbed, or worse. Even so, we continue on. But who exactly are "we"?

We're a group of survivors, eight of us; we were originally settled in SimCity (or what remains of it), assigned to the same safehouse. But when you live in SimCity and can't pay the Altos, you're better off running. Even before that, though, we were all weary of the danger of SimCity. Our founder Salome dreamed of a settlement of our own, and when we learned of land up in the mountains...we drove.

It might seem crazy, maybe it is, but Salome's drive is infectious. And, quite frankly, none of us have much to lose.

[hazelminesims]

Sampson.

[irradiatedpiratebooty]

my dogs as LPS toys

[starsforlynni]

BETTER THAN THE MOVIES DR

ME ── .✦

name: Samantha (Sam) Ivy Hughes

age: 18

dob: 2/12

s/o: wes bennett

best friends: cynthia samuels, liz buxbaum, micheal young , bailey mitchell, charlie sampson

pet: missy the maltese

fc: lauren donzis

“Hey Alexa— play “I just want you” by The Helltones”

CYNTHIA SAMUELS

name: cynthia sydney samuels

age: 17

dob: 7/18

best friends: sam hughes, bailey mitchell, charlie sampson, liz buxbaum, wes bennett

fc: malia baker

“So does this mean we can go to Disneyland?”

WES BENETT

name: wesley (wes) benett

age: 18

best friends: liz buxbaum, cynthia samuels, noah, joslyn

sister: sarah benett

pet: otis the golden retriever

“They were there together, every fucking night— LA-LA-LA-LA-LA NO.”

LIZ BUXBAUM

name: elizabeth (liz) buxbaum

age: 17

best friends: joslyn, samantha, cynthia, micheal, wes

pets: mr. fitzpervert the cat

“Cue the Bazzi”

note: I just finished nothing like the movies and I fell sm more in love with wes holy shit..

[lillian-gallows]

Take Me Back to Eden

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand/Reader (V)

Warnings: Reader is V, No use of V, No use of Y/N (Don't get used to that from me lol), Cunnilingus (F receiving oral sex), P in V sex, Fluff with a little bit of angst (because V/Reader is a dummy and so is Johnny), Vaginal fingering, use of pet names (Bright-eyes and baby), alcohol consumption.

Summary: V/Reader is in love with the reformed ghost in her head, but she's pretty sure it's just her, oh how wrong she is.

GIF by: Keanuphile

Notes: I finished the game, I'm not okay, so I'm writing fanfiction about it. Cross posted to AO3

Minors DNI

The tequila burned as it raced down your throat, so did the whiskey chaser that followed it. The music of The Afterlife was pounding in your ears and brain as the liquor took hold and made your muscles relax, jaw no longer clenching quite so tight.

You caught Claire’s eye and lifted the empty glass in a wordless request for another, which got a nod of acknowledgement in return, but she was already with a couple of customers so it would be a moment. That was fine. You were nothing if not patient.

So patient that you managed to get yourself stuck in a loop of waiting for the reformed ghost in your brain to realize you’re in love with him and had been since you helped him go on a date with Rogue, like a gonk, and knowing he probably never will, or if he does figure it out, to care enough to act on it.

You’d seen his memories. Know what loving Johnny Silverhand does to a person. Yet here you are, as if one almost death sentence wasn’t enough for you.

There was a split second, when you were carrying each other out of Arasaka HQ, when you thought he might have felt the same. You’d fallen to your knees, legs refusing to keep going, and he’d gripped you tight and said you needed to get up, that he couldn’t leave without you, that he needed you.

At the time you’d thought there was something else there, the way he’d said it sounded so…Soft. But now you’re pretty sure it was the adrenaline and your grey matter still reeling from Alt fucking with it to give you your body back that made you cling to your hopeless desperation for the man you knew you couldn’t have, not in the way you wanted him.

“You stare any harder at that shot glass and your Koroshi’s’ll shoot lasers.” Came Claire’s voice, yanking you from your thoughts.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and shifted back in your seat while the other woman refilled both glasses. “Thanks.” You said before throwing the first one back.

“Trouble in paradise?” The Bartender asked as she leaned on the counter, giving you her full attention. After helping Claire resolve her business with Sampson, you both got closer, close enough that you felt comfortable telling her about Johnny and the Relic. Johnny had teased you about the attraction you had felt toward the other woman, but it was nothing compared to what you felt toward him.

“Gotta be paradise for that to happen.” You answered before shaking your head. “Nah, just me being a gonk, like always.” You said it more to the glass in your hand than the woman in front of you.

“You know, torturing yourself won’t solve anything.” Claire said lowly, so only you could hear her. “He hasn’t been to see Rogue since you both got back. From what you’ve told me, that means something.”

Your face was warm as you met Claire’s gaze, whether you were just that easy to read or Claire was using her magic bartender powers you didn’t know, but it didn’t really matter. She was right.

“I’m not gonna be another notch in his belt.” You downed your remaining drink. “And I’m not going to follow him around like some thirsty little groupie.” It came out a little bitter, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t picturing Alt when you said the words.

You’re being unfair, you know you are. Alt loved Johnny for real, that much was obvious, so summing her up as something as simple as a groupie is cruel to the deceased woman, but you can’t fight the sour burn in your belly that threatens to turn you green.

Claire let out a sigh and shook her head. “Yet, that’s what you’re doing.” That gets a glare and Claire’s eyes are hard as she stares back. “Don’t look at me like that. You know I’m right.” She steadies herself on the bar with both hands and she leans into your space. “You told me yourself that he hates when people beat around the bush. So fucking talk to him before you end up old, grey, and still pinning. Or worse, one of you dies again.”

That snaps you from your cloud of self-pity, but not in the way Claire was probably hoping for. “Whatever.” You grumbled somewhat childishly as you flicked the Eddies to pay your tab and got up.

You knew the other was watching you go but didn’t care to look back. She was right, and it pissed you off. Not the part where Claire called you out, you deserved that, needed to hear it even. The part that you hated was that you really were exactly what you didn’t want to be, a hopelessly in love groupie following Johnny around like a horny puppy, except without any of the payoff of you two actually fucking.

And the saddest part was that you would rather keep pinning than be fuck-buddies, you wouldn’t be able to keep feelings out of it and you don’t even want to begin to imagine being on the receiving end of some of the shit Johnny said to Alt, and he actually loved her…What hope would you have?

It was raining when you got outside, and you considered calling your car instead of taking Jackie’s bike, it had a rain cover and would be fine for a night, but you needed to think and you couldn’t do much of that if you were driving, so rather than either option you turned and started walking, would it take longer? Sure, but that was what you needed to think, or spiral, whichever came first.

The rain was quick to plaster your hair to your face and neck, trailing cold lines of water down your skin that caused goosebumps to bloom, thinking about how much you hated Johnny when you met, how much he hated you right back. You kept walking.

Then those trails of water along with new water falling on you soaked through your clothes and chilled you to the bone, thinking about when you realized you’d fallen for him, lying in bed the night after his date with Rogue with a pit in your gut but determined not to say anything about it, praying he couldn’t feel it through you. You kept walking.

After a bit your shoes began to squish with every step, socks drenched and pooling water in your shoes, thinking about what he’d said that night on the way out of Arasaka HQ, about needing you, he’d breathed the words like he didn’t want anyone else to hear them, like they were for you and you alone and it would be a crime for any other ears to hear them. You kept walking.

You started to shake as Megabuilding H10 came into view, harsh shivers that made your teeth chatter till you clenched your jaw to make it stop, but all that did was make the shakes move down to your shoulders, thinking about how your heart had grabbed onto his whispered plea like it was a declaration of love even though it was nothing of the sort. You kept walking.

A puddle formed under you on the elevator floor as the floor numbers flashed and ads blasted in your ears, but you weren’t paying them any attention, you couldn’t care less about Milfguard or whatever new flavor of Mr. Whitey’s was being screamed about, you were too busy buzzing with the warring hope and dread of the thought that he would be home when you walked through the front door. You stopped walking when you got to the door.

Your fingers hovered over the button that would open it, but you were frozen in place, a new puddle forming, water dripping from your free hand would echo if the atrium wasn’t so goddamn loud.

“You gonna keep staring at it? Or do I gotta move you?” Came the one voice you still weren’t sure if you wanted to hear.

Looking back, you met Johnny’s gaze, or rather your reflection in his aviators, God you looked like a soaked cat…

Rather than answer him you pressed the button and watched the door woosh open, walking in with him right behind you felt like being watched by a warden.

“Why the Hell are you wet? You look like you walked home.” He asked as the door closed behind him; you couldn’t look at him again.

“Cuz, I did.” There was no use lying, anything you could come up with was just as stupid as the truth.

You could practically hear him lift his brow. “The fuck you do that for? Vic still has both of us on probation, getting sick could be a fucking death sentence.” Annoyed disapproval drips from his voice the same water is still dripping from your hair.

“Needed to think.” You offered lamely as you made for the closet, intent on both getting dry clothes and not letting him see your face.

“About what?” He asks from by the bed, where you’d seen Nibbles lounging, but when you didn’t respond you heard him take a few steps closer. “About what?” He asked a little louder, either thinking you hadn’t heard him, or intent on not letting you ignore him.

“Lots of shit, Johnny. What? You want a fucking catalog of my daily thoughts? Didn’t get enough of that when you were in my head?” You snapped sharper than intended, but you just wanted to make him shut up.

You heard his footsteps once more, and before you could move or look at him, he was at your back. “Thought we’d moved past snapping at each other to avoid talking about shit.” His tone was hard but not cold, like he could tell something was up.

“It doesn’t matter…” Why did you sound so fucking small? You hated it.

“Bright-Eyes…Look at me.” His hand feels like fire when it lands on the icy skin of your shoulder, where he tried to turn you, but you resisted. “Please…Look at me.” Your heart stops, it’s like you can hear the words that haunt you all over again. “Get up. Please, I can’t leave without you. I need you…Get up.” Same tone, begging and just barely this side of desperation.

And like a sleeper agent that’s heard her trigger word, you turned, but you can’t lift your eyes to meet his, you know he’s taken off those damn glasses and you can’t bear to see his eyes looking at you, your heart will store it away just like those words, and you can’t handle yet another thing making you hope like a gonk for more than you’re allowed to have.

People like you don’t get to love and be happy, if they were, Jackie would still be alive, and Misty wouldn’t be alone.

As if sensing that you won’t meet his gaze, Johnny lifts his metal hand as his flesh one slides down to your upper arm, searing hot skin making yours tingle, even his metal hand feels warmer than you, a shiver of a different kind rolls down your spine and you want to yank yourself out of his hold, but his grip tightens just a little, like he knew what you were thinking, but then he probably did. You’d put money on it that he knows your every micro expression and what they all mean, which terrifies you if you’re honest.

“Go take a shower, you’re freezing.” He whispers, warm breath fanning over your face, smelling of whiskey and cigarettes, such a Johnny smell. He let you go to reach past you for the clean clothes you were going to grab and passes them into your hands.

As if a spell was broken, you moved around him to head across the room to the bathroom, but you could still feel his eyes on you. The urge to snip at him about watching you undress sat on the back of your tongue, but you swallowed it.

By the time you’re pulling your wet tank top over your head, you no longer feels the heat of his eyes on you, then you heard the radio turn on, some oldies rock station playing some ballad that you don’t recognize, but you hear him quietly sing along to it, for a nanosecond you think you hear more emotion in it than when he normally mumbled along with the radio, but shake the thought away.

The water feels pleasantly scalding when you step through the fog of steam and into the spray. Tilting your head into the warmth to wash away the chilled water still clinging to your hair, you hear his voice no longer melding with that of the radio, though you still hear the song playing over the sound of the showerhead.

Eyes closed to keep the water out of them, you feel his eyes on you once more, not as close as by the closet, but certainly not from across the room. Running a hand over your face to clear your vision you turned and were met with Johnny standing there looking like he’s debating something.

“Johnny?” You questioned, no real thought given to the fact that you’re naked, he’s seen you a dozen times since Mikoshi, granted all those where when you both were recovering and you needed help getting dressed, but it was all the same to you.

Hearing you say his name seemed to help him make whatever decision he was working on, and before you could react or say anything else, he was crowding into your space, both of you under the spray, drenching him in hot water. But neither cared about that, neither was thinking about that, not when his lips were pressed to yours so hard it’s like he needs it to breathe.

Your back pressed to the wall, his hands holding your face, rings rapidly growing warm from your skin and the water, metal hand doing the same, the coarse hair on his face rubbing against your skin, making the goosebumps that had long since settled return full force.

You kissed him back for all of a second before you realized what was happening and pushed him back, he put a few inches between your faces, but gave no more land than that. “Johnny, what the fuck are you doing?”  You panted, looking up at him with a tentative look of hope that mixed with fear and it damn near breaks his heart to see it.

“Not making the same mistakes twice.” He answered, thumb brushing over your lower lip, clearly thinking about kissing you again.

Your heart seized in her chest again. “Stop it.” It comes out cold and it’s clear he wasn’t expecting it.

“What?” He’s dumbfounded, had be misread things? No way, he knows what he saw when he was in your head, what he felt.

“Don’t fuck with me, Johnny.” The hope in your eyes turned hard, a wall going up that he’s all too familiar with. “I’m not her.” Your voice is small again.

His shock melted away as understanding took its place. “I know. Never wanted you to be her.”

“Then what the Hell are you doing?” Your fingers had curled into the wet fabric of his shirt, so he can neither move closer nor pull away.

“I already said.” He answered before taking a slow breath. “I was shit when I had her and lost her because I was a fucking moron, and I did a lot of shit in her name after that that didn’t fix anything. I never deserved her, and I sure as shit don’t deserve you, but fuck if I’m not going to shoot my shot and try.” He said with the same conviction he had when he went on one of his anti-corp rants, only this was a lot softer, a lot less angry.

As he spoke, he watched the hardness in your eyes soften and that hope return, but it’s slow, you’re digging your claws in, trying not to get your hopes up, still waiting for the Gotcha “I won’t be another quick fuck…I can’t…I can’t be no strings…” It feels searing admitting to that.

He leans in once more, till his forehead meets yours, eyes unable to look anywhere but at each other. “Neither can I.” You can barely hear him over the shower, but you do, and your heart races.

Using the leverage of your hold on his shirt, you pulled him back in, mashing your lips to his in a messy desperate kiss that steals both your breaths, falling into him with slow tentative twists of your lips.

His hands trail down from your face, over your neck where your hair is plastered to your skin, down your body, avoiding every sensitive place that you crave his touch, to settle on your hips, pulling you closer and grinding against you.

He feels you shiver against him at the stimulation, little though it is, but he savors it all the same, right along with the way your beath hitches in your chest, he wants to hear it again, wants to hear more, wants to make you cry out his name and tell the whole megabuilding who you belong to.

He’s loathed to do it, but he breaks the kiss and slips his hands down to grip the backs of your thighs to lift you up, instinct taking over to wrap your legs around his waist as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands slipping into his hair to twist in the strands, softer than one might expect.

A lazy hand shot out to turn off the shower before he left the bathroom, leaving a trail of water on the floor to the bed. Rather than toss you on the bed like you expected him to, he sits on the edge and settles you on his lap, and with you secured there his hands moved up into your hair to pull you into another deep kiss that’s all tongues and teeth.

You wonder if he can feel your heart racing where your chests are pressed together, your hands are shaking as they come to rest on the space where his neck meets his shoulders, fingers still twisted in the wet strands of his hair, unable to pull the away, scared you’ll float away if you stop touching him.

This is a dream; it has to be. But does that really matter? If it is then you never want to wake up, and if it’s not then you won’t have to.

The heat at the apex of your thighs had begun to ache, craving something, anything more from him. You don’t even seem to notice when your hips start to grind against him, and it pulls a hungry grin from him that breaks your kiss, and you make this pitiful little cutoff humming sound when he meets you halfway with his own hips, eyes rolling closed and face tilted forward, forehead to forehead.

He can’t take his eyes off you, never could. That used to piss him off, reminded him too much of Alt and how she made him feel, but this was different, both women pulled his passion to the forefront, but only you had ever made him feel like he was capable of being decent, like he deserved to be.

Now, as your breaths mingle, hips driving against each other like they’ll die if they stop, he can’t help but take in every minute detail, from the color of your lashes to the way the space between your brows crinkles as they draw together in desperate need to the panting breaths falling from your kiss swollen lips that he craves.

But there’s something else he craves even more.

Taking hold of you once more he flips you both, laying you on the bed beneath him, you don’t resist, all too happy to do whatever it takes to have more of him on you, around you, in you.

Your hair splays under your head like a halo and Johnny thinks that if you’re what God looks like, then maybe he was wrong not believe.

He hovers over you for a moment, taking in your face, your body, the way your chest heaves with every desperate breath. Then, when his forever limited patience runs out, he trails his hands down your sides, over your hips, and stopping on your thighs, strong and soft as they part so willingly for him.

Leaning in his lips follow a similar road as that of his hands, making detours at your tits to take a nipple in his mouth to suck and nip, making the flesh turn blush dark and your back arch up into him, a shuddery sigh passing from your lips. He could live the rest of his life lavishing your breasts like this, but the heat from between your thighs is beckoning him.

So, he continues on his path, pressing his lips to every new patch of skin he reaches till he gets to your hips, where he bites down till a pretty red, soon to be purple, mark blooms. Your hands thread into his hair as he marks you, but other than twisting into the strands you don’t do anything, needing the anchor more than anything else.

Settling between your thighs he’s met with the beautiful sight that is your glisteningly wet pussy, wanton and waiting for him to give whatever he will.

Ever the tease, Johnny leaves a couple more darkening marks on your inner thighs, watching your body tense in pleasure, before finally, finally, running his tongue over your aching heat, from bottom to top, where your clit is swollen and begging to be touched.

Your whole body jumped when he flicked his tongue over it, thighs trying to close on his head out of reflex, but his hands, strong yet gentle, hold them open as he latches on and sucks for only a second, yanking a gasp from between your lips.

“Fuck…” You breathed, sounding more like another reflex than an actual thought.

“We’ll get to that, Bright-eyes…Just let me take care of you…” He purrs against your flesh.

Trailing his flesh hand down your leg then back up again he runs his fingertips slowly around the opening of your beautiful pussy, it’s an almost reverent action, coating his skin before pushing one in, a slow and shallow in and out.

He was never really this gentle with Alt, she’d never wanted him to be, and Johnny’s pretty sure that if he asked you, you’d tell him the same to protect your ego, but the way your body was melting under him told a different story.

It told of a woman so used to being treated roughly, used to sandy winds whipping her face and sun scorched skin, fists and bullets, hard fucking and yanked hair, that all it took was a few gentle touches and sweet words and she was melting like so much ice in his hands.

It both warmed his heart and made it ache.

Soon enough he’d eased that one clever finger in enough to curl it up and brush against that spongy spot he was dying to see your reaction to.

It was everything he hoped it would be and more. Your cunt tightened around him sharply, your thighs did the same, but his shoulders didn’t let them get far, you let out moans and gasps that were nothing short of pure music. All those things he’d expected, but he hadn’t expected your hand to slip from his hair and fall down to where his metal hand was still holding your thigh to grip his fingers, a silent plea to let you hold it if ever he saw one.

So, he did.

Johnny wasn’t the type to hold hands, something so elementary just wasn’t his thing, but a lot of things weren’t his ‘thing’ till you, his Bright-eyes. So, he’d hold your hand, he’d never let it go if that’s what you wanted of him, he’d live and die by those digits wrapped around his.

And he slipped a second finger into you, giving you only a second to get used to the sensation before he was back to massaging your G-Spot with his fingertips, but that wasn’t all he did, he reattached his lips to your clit and ran over it with his tongue in circles, giving it the occasional suck to pull a jolt from your body.

You were like a livewire of coiled muscles and aching for release. Your eyes had long since fallen closed, unable to keep them open, gripping his hand like it was the only thing keeping you on this plain of existence, pussy gripping his fingers like a vice.

“Johnny…” You pleaded, high and just this side of a whine. “Please…” Your thighs were starting to shake as you begged, so very close.

But Johnny is a bastard, even when he’s being nice, so he has to tease you just a little more. “Please, what? What do you want, Bright-eyes?” He asked lowly, smirking against you. “Gotta use your words.” He felt you clench at those words, but he was already teasing you, so he’d address that later.

“…Please…So close…” You managed, sounding close to crying.

His smirk grew just a little more. “Then open those eyes and look at me. Let me watch you cum on my fingers.” He ordered, keeping you teetering on that edge till you obeyed.

Your gaze was foggy with pleasure and wet with unshed tears, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his entire fucking life.

His eyes never left yours as he returned to your clit and worked it and his fingers till those tears slipped free, leaving wet lines down your face, but your eyes didn’t close, though it looked like you were fighting it with your whole being.

He watched as you teetered on the edge for all of a few seconds before plummeting off it in a show of dilated pupils, choked off moans, clenching muscles, hand white knuckle with how tight it held his hand, and trembling thighs, well, more like trembling everything.

But the thing that drew him in, the thing that made his chest feel tight and his cock jump in his jeans, is that your eyes never once, not for even a second, left his. Those endless portals of life stayed locked on the bottomless expanse of brown of his own eyes.

After a long several moments he had to break eye contact because he felt like he’d cum in his pants like a teenager if he didn’t.

Pressing a kiss to your thigh, still shaking, leaving a wet mark where your slick clung to his facial hair, then left a trail of such marks as he kissed his way back up your body, till he got back to your lips, where you met him halfway, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

Neither let go of the others hand, but your free hand cradled his cheek like he was made of porcelain, your palm calloused from years in the desert and Solo work but still so soft.

You stayed like that, lip locked and sharing the same air, for a bit while you came down from your high, and when you were dragging him back down to grind against him once more, he pulled away just long enough to devest himself till he matched your nudity, then he was back again.

He didn’t need to ask if you needed a condom, he knew you had an implant, so he wasted no time lining up and slowly pushing in, taking it inch by inch because even Johnny knew he was too big to go in all at once like an asshole, and there were some lines he’d never cross, hurting his bedfellows was one of them, less they asked real nice of course, but there was time for that later, right now his Bright-eyes needed soft, and damn if you weren’t going to get it.

Your face twisted in pleasure as he entered, and a broken gasp fell from your lips. “I know, baby, I know…” He breathed before pressing his lips to your neck. “So good, fuck…” You were tighter than he expected, but he wasn’t shocked, you hadn’t had any partners when he was in your head, and you didn’t seem particularly interested in finding any after you were in your own bodies.

Your hand returned to gripping his metal one as soon as he was back on you, the other found its home on his shoulder where your nails dug in, the pinch of pain sent a thrill down his spine that made it harder not to thrust into you.

“Johnny.” You said in a breath, getting his attention.

“Hm?” He hummed against your pulse point.

“If you don’t move in the next three seconds, I’m going to do it for you.” You threatened, though with how hard you were breathing it was a loose threat at best.

He smiled, not smirked, not grinned, honest to God smiled as he looked down at you. Rather than make some smart comment, he did as you asked, pulling out to the tip then pushing back in, so slow it was torture for both of you, especially when your still sensitive walls fluttered around him.

It was slow, or at least slower than you expected, his build up in speed. A small part of you expected him to be rough with you, you expected him to fuck you, not this. There was no way to describe this but as making love.

Just as quickly as before that coil in your belly started to tighten, and Johnny seemed to see it immediately. “Look at you…” He breathed as he watched you fight to keep your eyes open. “Taking me so well, baby…So fucking well…” His voice turned into a growl at the end, and you couldn’t help the way it made your insides clench.

Every roll of his hips had his tip brushing hard against your G-Spot, while the hair at his base kept a steady pressure against your clit, and that didn’t even cover what his lips and words were doing to you. Your whole body felt so hot you thought you might combust, but you didn’t dare let him stop.

Your legs wrapped around his hips to pull him in further, which served to leverage your hips up just right to have him pressing deeper, which you had thought impossible a second before.

You felt yourself once more on the edge of orgasm and he knew it, be it from the way you sounded or the way very part of you was clinging to him even tighter, he knew. “Shit…You’re so perfect…Gonna cum on my cock? Hm?” He hummed as much to himself as to you, probably to distract himself so he didn’t cum before you.

You couldn’t have answered him if you wanted to, it was all too much, too perfect, before you even realized it the coil snapped and you came hard, so hard your vision went white and you think you might have passed out for a few seconds because the next thing you heard was his voice rasping out your name mixed with several swears while his hips stuttered and you felt heat flood your insides.

He didn’t collapse on you the way other guys you’ve slept with had, he did lower himself enough to rest chest to chest, but his knees and free hand kept him propped up enough as not to crush you.

His face was pressed into your neck while you both caught your breath, and after a moment he pulled back to press his forehead to yours, eyes closed but it made him feel even closer, so you certainly weren’t complaining.

When both your breathing evened out, he opened his eyes and looked at you, finding you already searching his face. Trepidation was there at the bare edges of your gaze but seemed to be held back by the fact that he hadn’t pulled away or said anything shitty to you yet.

“You okay?” He said softly, quietly so as not to disturb the calm that had fallen on the room.

He watched your throat work around a swallow, and you nodded ever so slightly. “Yeah…” You breathed, voice sounding thick.

He gave your hand, still wrapped so tightly around his metal one, a gentle squeeze. “I love you, Bright-eyes…” He said, knowing you needed to hear it as much as he needed to say it.

Your eyes widened slightly and grew wet but before tears could fall you pulled him down into a kiss, this one was filled with a different kind of passion, it was softer, sweeter. “I love you, Johnny.”

He helped you clean up after that before going to bed, the radio still playing the same oldies station quietly.

“I have traveled beyond the path of reason…Take me back to Eden…Take me back to Eden…”

[keeperesque]

hi, this is my dog! her name is magnolia mae and she's an elderly chihuahua-dachshund mix (estimated between 12-15 years old). she's a rescue we received from my roommate and best friend's late cousin about 5 years ago.

long story short, our sweet girl has been experiencing some severe and concerning health issues (extremely low RBC, WBC, Neutrophils, and Platelets), and she needs to have her bone marrow tested. this is extremely expensive (at least 1,200), and we're hoping to get some help. if you'd like more information on what's going on with her, that will be under the cut. otherwise, please consider using either of the below methods to help us take care of our sweet old girl!

ppal.me: @/daisyd0nati0ns (replace 0s with Os)

kof!: @/keeperesque

don't tag as d0nat!ons/etc, etc..

when we moved across the country during late 2020 to be with my wife, we brought her, as well as my elderly cat sampson and my two older rabbits, indie and digit.

2023, however, has not been kind to any of our pets. in february, we lost sampson to kidney failure - it was sudden and utterly heartbreaking. a month later, my wife found that digit had passed away in her sleep, and indie was put down shortly after due to health complications we could not afford to properly treat. since then, we've been extremely diligent with maggie's health - she eats special food for her kidneys, has vet appointments scheduled every 6 months, gets twice-daily walks, takes medication for her thyroid, and receives plenty of love.

unfortunately, starting with an emergency visit in september, maggie's been having severe problems with her blood - specifically an extremely low platelet count (33,000-55,000, normal levels are about 200,000), white blood cell count and neutrophils are extremely low, and she's extremely anemic. while she's on some medication to keep her stable, we aren't sure how long that will last, and it's taxing on her body.

after ruling out infectious diseases, we need to take her in to have her bone marrow looked at. the procedure, at the low end, will cost around 1,200, and up to 1,600, depending.

i also have pdfs available for anyone skeptical of these claims or who want proof of treatment.

we're not sure if we'll be able to save her, but we would at least like to know what's happening so we can make an informed decision on how to proceed, instead of watching and waiting for the worst. anything over the price of her procedure will, of course, go towards related expenses, such as treatments or end-of-life care.

if you read all of that, thanks. again, please consider helping us out!!

ppal.me: @/daisyd0nations (0 is an o)

kof!: @/keeperesque

have an extra maggie pic :)

[redwoodapothecary]

PJO YANDERE ALPHABET PART 1

Includes: My OCs (Floraline Sampson, Theodosia Collymor, and Zaria Asghar)

Letters: A, B, and C. More parts will follow. 🙏

Warnings: Dark content obviously!! I do NOT support any of the things that I’m writing about. For me, writing yandere content is like enjoying any other form of horror content. I do not support proshipping, sucks that I have to clarify that, but I do considering some people are stupid and think yandere = proship. Anyways, don’t like, don’t read. I know this isn’t my usual content, but I post what I want. 😛

Floraline-

A - Affection (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?):

Floraline is EXTREMELY physical. She loves physical affection of any kind. After her and Leo get together, she clings to him 24/7. She gives him hugs and kisses all the time, and loves using flower language and giving him flowers.

B - Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?):

Surprisingly, very. She is extremely protective over Leo and she’s horrified of anyone taking him away from her. If anyone shows a little too much interest in him for her liking, they’re gone. Theodosia helps her hide the evidence, because she isn’t great at it herself.

C - Cruelty (How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?):

I don’t think Floraline would abduct Leo. Not unless it was for an emergency, like he’s on the verge of leaving her and she has no choice but to deprive him of his choice. But other than that, I don’t think she would do it. Mainly because she has nowhere to keep him, and he’d be hard to contain with his fire abilities and intelligence and all. She’d definitely think about it, though. I also don’t think she’d be very cruel to him, mainly just unintentionally guilt tripping him.

Theodosia-

A - Affection:

Theodosia is the type of yandere to slowly gain trust, and she acts completely normal. At least at first. It starts off with small, friendly things, like letting Jason borrow her books, or discussing various interpretations of creative works with him, or talking about various Greek and Roman myths. But once the two grow closer, it’s more romantic things, like love poems and slow dancing. When they’re actually in a relationship, it still isn’t too intense. She gets super embarrassed by PDA, so it’s usually just cuddling and kissing behind closed doors.

B - Blood:

Can and will murder, but doesn’t prefer to. She prefers to manipulate. Either manipulating people into thinking whoever has their eyes on Jason is a terrible person, and isolating them from everyone or blackmailing them is usually good enough for her.

C - Cruelty:

I don’t think she would kidnap him, simply because it’s too risky. Although, she really, really wants to. She just isn’t able to. She will be cruel to him in her own ways, though. Mainly emotional manipulation and a bit of guilt tripping. Will give him the silent treatment for days if he talks to a girl a little too long, and expects him to “make it up to her” by taking her out or buying her something expensive.

Zaria-

A - Affection:

VERY affectionate with both Percy and Annabeth and was from the beginning. When she became friends with them, she became very touchy with both of them. At first, because both Percy and Annabeth were already dating each other, it made them both jealous. But then they realized she does the same thing to both of them, and they figured that that’s just…how she is, and they don’t bring it up, because they honestly enjoy it. She makes little bracelets for them, introduces them to her animal friends, gives them compliments all the time, etc. Once they’re all together, it only gets worse. Constantly wants cuddles and hugs and kisses and hand holding. She’s just a big baby tbh.

B - Blood:

Another one who’s willing to kill! Won’t do it herself, though. She has a pet lion for that! She just has to get rid of whatever pieces that Celery (her lion) doesn’t eat, and she’s good. No one would suspect anything from Zaria. They don’t think she’s the type of person to do something like that.

C - Cruelty:

Also wouldn’t kidnap. Wouldn’t even try. It’s Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase, she is aware she has no chance of even getting a chain on their bodies, let alone keeping them there. She’s definitely fantasized, but never tried. Will also manipulate, though, but mainly by ignoring them and guilt tripping. They talk to someone that isn’t her for too long, and she’ll go off into the woods for hours at a time with no notice, and then when she comes back or when they find her, she’ll break down sobbing and ask them if they’re gonna replace her, which makes them feel really guilty.

[neutrallyobsessed]

Candide Sampson and her pet lizards~~

(Source)

[simraeth]

"Who's a good boy? Who's a good wolfy? We've got a nice warm bed for you!"

[hazelminesims]

[moeromoe]

The shark likes fish, who would've thought? More Roxanne art! Sitting down and holding a fish bowl that contains her pets, Lillard and Sampson!

[blueflare7pkmn]

Oh, Sampson is doing their job so well! Would you please pet Sampson for me?

O-okay I guess since you want me to i-ill pet him...

[reeselovesfoblog]

2, 6, and 8 for any S/I you want!

I’ll do Cadbury! My Me Too! S/I! (I.e. primary love interests are Rudi and Louie but he also loves Raymond, Tina and Mickey John!)

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

I don’t really have a particular scene in mind, he just shows up new one day to Granny Murray’s to drop his sister off before going to work, introduces himself to her and then the other main characters (although the poor boy is shy and awkward) before befriending them! (And falling in love with some too!)

6. does your self insert have any pets?

He does! He has a Yorkshire Terrier named Tulip! He bonds with Dr. Juno over this, since she canonically has a dog named Sampson!

8. what is your self insert’s orientation?

He’s bisexual!

[thebookofjillianfoster]

Dear Diary,

I was really frazzled today, I don’t know where to start. I woke up with blood in my bed again. Gran says it’s normal and that I shouldn’t worry about it though. It’s still really annoying. I couldn’t get it out of the sheets even with Gran’s help, so she said to just let it settle for now until she can get me a new one. At least Dad isn’t here to yell at me about it.

It’s still really weird living with just Gran now. I miss Arkansas some, most of that is Sam, but also a little of Mom and Dad. It still doesn’t feel real, but here I am with Gran and Sampson.

Sampson is Gran’s pet chihuahua. He’s a real trouble maker, and his droppings stink to high heck. He’s also not much of a cuddler, I learned the hard way when he ripped up my favorite sweater. It’s not completely ruined, but Gran says that it showed too much afterward so I had to toss it.

One nice thing did happen, although I’m somewhat conflicted about it. When Jonah was dropping off the mail today, he said that him and some of his friends were gonna be hanging out along the creek and he invited me to tag along. I don’t really know what I should do. I wanna go with him and meet some new people, stretch my legs and all, but it’ll be late and I don’t want Gran getting mad at me. I just know she’d freak if I went under her nose and hung out with a boy she didn’t know, especially with other people that neither me or her know.

I keep going back and forth in my head if I should go or not. It’s either make friends and make Gran mad at me for who knows how long, or keep Gran happy with me and make Jonah upset. I don’t know what I should do.

-Jill ও

[mashitandsmashit]

AGT Season 19: Semi-Finals

A presidential debate (pushing this week's show up a day), the VMAs (same night), Emmys, and Fallon golfing with Khaled!? TO HELL WITH ALL THAT!!! THIS is the television event of the week! It's the AGT Semi-Finals!

12: Young-Min. Uhhh...Is it too late to switch my Golden Buzzer over to Solange...? I guess so...(Shame I'm not a REAL judge, then the producers would have talked me into that direction instead...) Honestly, despite my earlier praises, our Asian Tommy Wiseau HAS been getting SMALLER with each performance instead of BIGGER...Tonight it reached a head with him relying on a fake firefly for all his tricks...It looked like a cat trying to catch that magic beam of light being shone around the room...And that dim blue lighting isn't helping things either (it was a minor issue I had with the last performance as well...) Finally, he had ONE decent trick with the clothes, but even THAT looks like a desperate ploy to compete with his magical rival tonight...This beats out Drake Milligan repeating his audition song as the biggest letdown I've EVER had from one of my pretend Golden Buzzers!

11: Pranysqa Mishra. Same as last week...Nice, ballad-y rendition of a modern pop song, generically nice voice, etc...

10: Alex Sampson. He never was an amazing singer, but he sure knows how to write some earworms...His audition song is STILL stuck in my head (along with that Wyn Starks song thanks to Kelsey...) This one wasn't QUITE so catchy, but it had a nice little premise...Still, I quickly forgot about him as the night went on...

9: Roni Sagi & Rhythm. On a weaker night than this, they'd definitely be higher up the list...But as it is, I must admit that I find this act rather overrated...It's basically Sara & Hero, but if the dog was EXTRA-hyper...I can definitely see them getting votes, but I'm not sure if it will be enough this time, considering how many contenders they're up against...

8: Kelsey Jane. Again, nothing SUPER-new, but I get where the charm is with her...She may not be Aidan-Bryant-caliber (A-B-C), but she has her own unique identity with the emotional song choices and graceful, elegant moves...And again, you gotta give her mad props for being so committed to juggling TWO tough jobs...(I guess that's her REAL talent! I can barely juggle ONE job!)

7: Reid Wilson. I guess throw this in with that Robyn song in the category of slowed-down covers of pop songs about dancing taking on a new meaning...Here we see a poor teen at the prom looking for a date...This didn't quite blow me away like his last performance, but I still think this kid's one of the best vocalists of the season...Nonetheless, I'm not sure if it will be enough to earn him the advance this time, again, considering who he's up against...

6: Learnmore Jonasi. As usual, a lot of the humor is in his delivery...But a relatable topic also helps, and what's more relatable than pets, even for those who never owned one!?

5: Ashes & Arrows. Well, it's good to see at least ONE of my Golden Buzzers actually deliver! While I didn't find the song QUITE as rousing as the last one, they still know how to harmonize their hearts out! Out of everyone in the first half of the show, they are the one act that I would consider a lock...

4: Solange Kardinaly. I was reluctant to concur with the judges on her being the best quick-change act after the uniqueness that Lea Kyle gave us before...After this performance, I am finally jumping on that bandwagon! Smooth, slick, seamless, and overall entertaining! THIS is the answer I have to myself about five years ago when I dismissed all of these acts outright! And honestly, with all of the hype she has online, if there's one performer who COULD take the obvious win away from a certain janitor (who we'll get to in a moment), it's her!

3: Brent Street. Still one of the best-choreographed dance groups I've EVER seen...Still, this performance didn't have any big surprises like we've seen from them before...Still, I'll be pulling for them to make the Finals tomorrow! ...STILL!!!

2: Richard Goodall. Now THIS is more like it! I was rough on him last time, but only because for this season's projected winner, I expected more than just overly-nervous, flat-noted takes on old ballads like we've seen from countless singers in the past on this show...But if the last performance was the original “Rocky” where he loses, but manages to get up to fight another day, this one was “Rocky II” where he overcame the odds and delivered a massive K.O.! Still, he's ANYTHING but an underdog in THIS competition...Only difference now is, his near-imminent victory next week is looking a LOT more justified...Congrats, Richard! You have officially redeemed yourself!

1: Sky Elements. Man, to put this literally RIGHT after Learnmore was like the ultimate mood whiplash! It's like they LITERALLY wanted us to laugh AND cry between the span of two commercial breaks! And make no mistake...I DID tear up at this one! Between the backstory, the visuals, the music, I actually found myself blubbering like a whale! There's just something about dead kids that hits me right in the feels...But beyond even the emotional aspect, the visuals were top-notch, and told the exact story they needed to tell! This was hands down their best display, and any doubt I had from the not-quite-live aspect of this act getting them into the Finals has all-but evaporated!

Well, the show started off a little lacking, but literally picked up around the second half! Then it became one highlight after another! Basically, I predict the acts in the second half of the show being the passing ones tomorrow, only replace Reid with A&A...

Results Prediction:

12: Young-Min

11: Alex Sampson

10: Pranysqa Mishra

9: Reid Wilson

8: Kelsey Jane

7: Roni Sagi & Rhythm

6: Learnmore Jonasi

5: Brent Street

4: Ashes & Arrows

3: Sky Elements

2: Solange Kardinaly

1: Richard Goodall

I can even already picture the match-ups! The magicians, the strapping singer-songwriters, Heidi's Golden Buzzers, Howie's Golden Buzzers, the “up in the air” acts, and the dog vs. the guy who told jokes about dogs...It just writes itself!

Also, we'll see how well a talented acrobatic contortionist gels with an equally talented European vocalist...All this and more...tomorrow!

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Sara and Sophie went about as well as expected...One got to sing an original song, and sing it well...And the other got to do a few tricks above her head...Still a WAY better performance partner than the Black Eyed Peas...

And now for the results...First of all, it was super-cruel of them to call a ten-year-old to the stage and then have her wait through a commercial break AND a video package before telling her she didn't make the cut...I guess she at least had a cute dog to keep her company...?

Speaking of the dog...I take my job of predicting this show's outcomes VERY seriously! ...But there's usually that ONE act that kinda throws me, and I feel that I made a mistake in underestimating their odds...This week, that act was Roni & Rhythm...Being that they were the first to advance, I immediately proceeded to re-calculate, and try to figure out which of the six acts I initially predicted would NOT be making the cut after all...I cycled through a few candidates, even Richard at one point...(I wondered if the voters suddenly turned on him because his song wasn't ballad-y enough...)

Sadly, it ended up being my Golden Buzzer that DIDN'T royally disappoint last night, Ashes & Arrows...I am very, as Simon would say, “gutted” by this result...This DOES mean that there are only two singing acts in the Finals next week (both being Heidi GBs), but I figured there would be room for one more, especially if it was a band instead of a solo performer...

Saddened as I may be though, there are other acts that I would have honestly been even sadder to see leave at this stage (the only thing sadder than Sky Elements' performance last night would have been seeing them eliminated after they poured their hearts into it), and they all made it!

Still, I feel left out having no GB in the Finals, when everyone else ON the show has at least one. (Even Sophia, who saw both of her initial GBs unceremoniously tossed aside in the same week, has an act to fall back on and say, “Oh well...Hakuna Matata!”) So I know I'm pretty much making the rules up as I go, but the judges all had a third GB, and since I dub myself the FIFTH judge...or sixth, behind the freaking audience, I guess...I shall allow myself to pick one more...

Of course, there are only two to choose from that don't already have someone else's golden seal of approval...But I feel good enough for ONE of them, that I think she deserves it!

My final Golden Buzzer of the season is, of course...Solange Kardinaly!

Yes, after spending quite a few years dismissing quick-change acts on this show, I have finally reached the point that I am willing to fully endorse one of them! And again, even if she doesn't win this season, she seems to have a solid chance of being Second or Third! So here's to a good final performance from her, and I wish her the best of luck!

As for Roni & Rhythm...Well, if my old friend FrankDoc was around, I'd let HIM have them...They're not my favorite dog act ever, but they're certainly worthy as far as dog acts go...

So all things considered, this is looking like a pretty good Top 10! And now that we have it, let's predict next week's running-order...

1: Dee Dee Simon

2: Brent Street

3: Hakuna Matata Acrobatic

4: Roni Sagi & Rhythm

5: Solange Kardinaly

6: Sebastian & Sonia

7: Learnmore Jonasi

8: AIRFOOTWORKS

9: Richard Goodall

10: Sky Elements

Now I shall rank their odds to the best of my ability...

10: Roni Sagi & Rhythm

9: Hakuna Matata Acrobatic

8: Sebastian & Sonia

7: Dee Dee Simon

6: Sky Elements

5: Brent Street

4: AIRFOOTWORKS

3: Learnmore Jonasi

2: Solange Kardinaly

1: Richard Goodall

And finally, here is my ranking based on how much I'll be rooting for them...And mind you, I'm ranking from good to fantastic!

10: Roni Sagi & Rhythm

9: Learnmore Jonasi

8: Dee Dee Simon

7: Hakuna Matata Acrobatic

6: Sebastian & Sonia

5: Richard Goodall

4: Sky Elements

3: Solange Kardinaly

2: Brent Street

1: AIRFOOTWORKS

See you next week for the end of...Wait...(Looks at schedule.) Oh...The results will be the week after...Stupid election season...

Well, anyway, see you next week for the final competitive performances...Yup...

[glampingfingerlakes]

How to Book the Perfect Seneca Lake Lodging for Your Vacation?

Seneca Lake, the largest of the Finger Lakes in New York, offers breathtaking views, world-class wineries, and outdoor adventures. Choosing the perfect lodging for your vacation can make all the difference in your experience. Whether you seek a luxurious retreat, a cozy cabin, or a lakeside rental, this guide will help you book the ideal accommodation for your Seneca Lake getaway.

Why Seneca Lake is the Perfect Vacation Destination

Nestled in the heart of New York’s Finger Lakes region, Seneca Lake is a paradise for wine lovers, outdoor enthusiasts, and those seeking relaxation. With over 30 wineries along the Seneca Lake Wine Trail, picturesque hiking trails, and water activities, there is something for everyone. Choosing the right lodging will enhance your experience, allowing you to immerse yourself in the beauty of the region.

Types of Lodging Available at Seneca Lake

1. Luxury Resorts and Hotels

For travelers seeking comfort and premium amenities, Seneca Lake offers a selection of luxury resorts and hotels with lakefront views, spa services, and fine dining.

Top Choices:

Geneva On The Lake Boutique Resort

Watkins Glen Harbor Hotel

Belhurst Castle and Winery

Amenities to Look For:

Lakefront rooms with balconies

On-site fine dining and wineries

Spa and wellness services

Swimming pools and hot tubs

2. Lakeside Vacation Rentals

If you prefer privacy and flexibility, a lakeside vacation rental might be the perfect choice. These properties offer the comfort of a home while allowing you to enjoy Seneca Lake at your own pace.

Best Locations:

Watkins Glen – Close to hiking trails and downtown dining

Geneva – Ideal for wine trail lovers

Hector – Quiet and scenic with plenty of lake access

What to Consider:

Proximity to the lake

Availability of a private dock

Pet-friendly options

Fully-equipped kitchens for self-catering

3. Cozy Bed & Breakfasts

For a personalized experience, Seneca Lake is home to many charming bed and breakfasts where you can enjoy home-cooked breakfasts and local hospitality.

Recommended B&Bs:

Magnolia Place Bed & Breakfast

The Blackberry Inn

1922 Starkey House Bed & Breakfast

Why Choose a B&B?

Warm, welcoming atmosphere

Gourmet breakfasts made with local ingredients

Insightful recommendations from friendly hosts

4. Camping and Cabins

If you love the great outdoors, consider staying in a cabin or campsite near Seneca Lake. This option is perfect for those who enjoy hiking, fishing, and bonfires under the stars.

Best Camping Spots:

Sampson State Park

Watkins Glen State Park Campground

Finger Lakes National Forest

Features to Look For:

Lake access for kayaking and fishing

Fire pits and picnic areas

Hiking trails nearby

How to Choose the Best Lodging for Your Needs

1. Determine Your Budget

Seneca Lake offers accommodations for every budget. Whether you’re looking for a high-end resort or a budget-friendly cabin, setting a budget will help narrow your choices.

2. Consider the Location

If you plan to explore the Seneca Lake Wine Trail, staying in Geneva or Watkins Glen is ideal.

For a quieter retreat, Hector and Lodi offer secluded cabins and rentals.

If you love hiking and waterfalls, find a spot near Watkins Glen State Park.

3. Check Guest Reviews and Ratings

Before booking, check reviews on platforms like TripAdvisor, Airbnb, and Google Reviews to ensure a positive experience.

4. Book in Advance

Seneca Lake is a popular destination, especially during the summer and fall seasons. Booking several months in advance will secure the best accommodations at competitive rates.

5. Look for Special Deals and Packages

Many hotels, resorts, and wineries offer discounted packages that include:

Winery tours

Spa services

Outdoor excursions

Activities Near Seneca Lake Lodging

No matter where you stay, Seneca Lake offers plenty of activities to make your vacation unforgettable.

1. Explore the Seneca Lake Wine Trail

With 30+ wineries around the lake, this is a must-do for wine enthusiasts.

2. Visit Watkins Glen State Park

Hike through stunning gorges and see 19 waterfalls along the trail.

3. Enjoy Water Activities

Go kayaking, paddleboarding, fishing, or take a scenic boat tour on Seneca Lake.

4. Discover Local Breweries and Distilleries

If wine isn’t your thing, visit local craft breweries and distilleries for a different tasting experience.

5. Take a Scenic Drive

Drive around the Finger Lakes region to discover charming towns, farm markets, and stunning viewpoints.

Final Tips for Booking the Perfect Lodging

Book early, especially for summer and fall trips.

Read the fine print for cancellation policies and extra fees.

Consider travel insurance for added peace of mind.

Pack accordingly based on the season.

By following these tips, you can ensure a memorable stay at Seneca Lake and fully enjoy everything this beautiful destination has to offer.