#jellybean the dog

[31stday]

5 - Pet Sematary Bloodlines

Synopsis: In this prequel to Pet Sematary, a young Jud Crandall is forced to reckon with a dark family history and the supernatural secrets of his hometown of Ludlow, Maine.

Year/Country: 2023 / US/Canada

Subgenres: undead

Reason for watching: Pet Sematary is one of my favorite Stephen King novels. I was also pretty excited to see David Duchovny is in it.

Highlights: Like every Pet Sematary movie, the real star is the undead pet. In this one it's a dog rather than a cat. Like in the previous ones, multiple animals played the role but there was one really standout animal actor - in this case it was Jellybean (who is a deaf dog with a really touching story) Check out Jellybean:

Lowlights: A little flat in terms of character development, I only really cared about Jud and Norma because of the history of the characters in other films and the book. I also felt a little weird about the Native American representation in it -

Rewatchabilty: Yes.

Overall review: Overall worth a watch - particularly if you love Pet Sematary. I'm not sure if it's a good movie to see if you don't know the original story. It's a short watch (under 90 minutes, which I love in a horror movie) and it moves along nicely. The reanimated corpses are pretty great (very creaky and poppy and adds to the ambiance quite a bit). David Duchovny is good, though perhaps a bit under utilized. The main ick for me is the Native American representation in it. Don't get me wrong, I like that it had it. However, it all felt a little too "Indian Burial Ground." I think it could've been more interesting to go deeper into the founding of Ludlow and to actually bring in the wendigo. I feel like this movie has been getting a lot of hate but I still enjoyed it.

Who should watch it?: Stephen King fans

[demigod-shenanigans]

I completely forgot Piper had a dog when she was a kid.

Anyway, Pipeyna dog moms agenda. Aurum and Argentum like Piper so much even when Reyna hasn’t figured out how she feels about Piper yet. They looked at her once and decided that is their second mom now. They’re naturally suspicious of damn near everyone but with Piper they’re just crazy affectionate. Every time they see her they’re wagging their tails jumping up at her barking excitedly. Piper loves them right back.

Also very very amused about the thought of Reyna being nervous about how they’ll get along and/or Piper potentially being scared of the dogs and Piper just shrugs it off like “Have you seen Festus? His several rows of teeth rotate when he’s excited. Clearly these two just want to play”

[husious]

Snackums with the squad

[ignisgayentia]

Happy New Year y'all 🎉🎊 the years rly just don't stop comin... hoping things get better for everyone. Just dropped off the keys to our old apartment today... onto bigger and better things!

[meegan-123]

My twin sis Krist and her boi Jellybean

[tahthetrickster]

took her under four hours to ditch her cone, which is a new record around here

[doomspaniels]

Afternoon naps for itty bitty baby spaniels. Minipups.

The very littlest babies. Made entirely of tinyons.

[krist-777]

🍂HAPPY AUTUMN🍂Meegan, my boi Jellybean and me lol @meegan420

[pigeonphd]

(snapping turtle noises)

[degreesofdegeneracy]

big brother's around that age where he locks himself in his bedroom for hours. doesn't let you come in no matter how much you knock, yelling at you to go away, but you're bored. Mom and Dad aren't home and he's being mean and you just wanna play video games with him, so eventually he tells you not to come in and you ignore him, opening the door.

his room stinks. big brother always smells bad - and you always tell him that whenever he wrestles you or sits on you or bullies you by holding you down on the couch - but this is something else. sweat, yeah, but... muskier. funny. it makes between your legs tingle and you don't know why.

he's laying on his bed in the dark with his phone by his face. the light shines down on him, illuminating his splayed body and his fist quickly working his--

oh. that's his--

"what the fuck did I tell you?" you've never seen him angry before - he stops, all red-flushed and sweaty and scowling, his thing still pointing up between his legs. he hasn't hidden it or put it away and you can't stop looking at it. "stay out of my room!"

"i'm bored," you tell him, pouting, but even that seems weak. you shift in the doorway. "what're you doing?"

he rolls his eyes. "it doesn't matter. go away."

but you don't. you step inside, shutting the door behind you. you might not know what he's doing, not really, but something inside you says that nobody else is supposed to see it. "i don't wanna. why are you touching it?"

he frowns. "it's something big boys do. you'll understand when you're older."

and he knows you hate that. you're a big boy like him! you got new shoes recently because you're growing up - Dad said so! why does he always treat you like a baby? you huff and stomp your foot, but it doesn't sound firm like you want because your foot lands on his dirty underwear that he's thrown on the floor. "I am older! tell me!"

you move even closer to the edge of his bed. he stares at you, eyes narrowed, and puts his hand back on his thing. "you really wanna know?"

his fist starts moving and you can't look away. it makes your body all hot and you shift awkwardly by his bed; the funny noise it makes sounds wet, and in the little bit of sunlight coming through his curtain you can see it glimmering.

you lick your lips instinctively. "uh-huh."

"c'mere then. if you're gonna watch me like a creep you can help."

so you sit on the edge of the bed, close enough to his hip that you can feel his warmth. you feel warm all over - that gross smell is stronger here but you don't actually find it yucky, it's just... a lot. thick. can almost taste it in the back of your mouth.

"when I get turned on, it gets bigger like this. have you ever seen one stand up?"

you think about lying but shake your head. you've seen his and Dad's in the shower when you were a baby, but that was a long time ago. and it never looked like this. all big and red and angry, veins running down it, leaking something from the tip.

between your legs aches and you squeeze your thighs together to ignore it. he smirks. "do you even know what I'm talking about?"

"yeah," you grumble immediately, but you don't. you don't know anything about it and you both know it; he makes room for you to sit properly beside him and your whole body turns to where his fist lazily runs up and down his thing.

"then you know what to do with it, right?"

you finally look at him, unsure, through your lashes. "um... do with it?"

"yeah. it feels good when I touch it, but it feels even better when someone else does it. you should try."

he's grinning at you like he does when he knows something you don't and it makes you so annoyed because he's always acting like he's smarter than you but he's the one your parents always yell at when it's report card time. little brother with the straight A's always gets the 'good job buddy' and the 'keep up the good work' and the 'I'm so proud of you'. nothing for your deadbeat older brother who got his ass spanked so hard by Dad last month you could hear him crying all the way in your room.

so you huff and awkwardly wiggle closer. he's really warm and smells weird but it makes that tingle stronger between your legs. you go to reach for it but he swats your hand away.

"what? you said I should try!"

"not with your hand, idiot. I can do that. use your mouth."

you wrinkle your nose. "my mouth? ew. that's dirty."

"big boys like doing dirty things. I thought you were big?"

and you're not so sure anymore but you can't back out now that you've made such a big fuss or else he'll never let you live it down. you look at his thing. it looks even bigger now that you're so close, and whatever's leaking from the little hole at the top comes out faster now. you swallow but don't move, suddenly unable to say anything except whisper "yeah, I am."

"then open up."

his hand goes to the back of your neck and forces you down. you try and pull back against him out of instinct but he's bigger and stronger than you and it touches your mouth. you grimace, nose wrinkling all cute and small, but the liquid's on your lips and you lick it away.

it's... not bad, actually. musky, salty, a little bitter. "I said open, kid."

you do. he pushes the head in and your little mouth opens wider to take it. "good, like that. suck on it. like candy."

it doesn't taste like candy, you wanna say, but you can't with your mouth full. you seal your lips around and suck. he curses, muffled, and you try and draw back to tell him not to swear but he pushes you down harder.

it's a lot for a little boy. you gag, and he pulls you back up using his grip that's found itself into your hair. "that's mean!" you cry, a string of that weird liquid connecting both of you, and he just smirks.

"you said you wanted to. no take backs."

he pushes you back down onto it. your hands fly to brace yourself and wind up on his hip - it's hot in your mouth, throbbing, and the vein that runs along your tongue pulses with his heartbeat. you suck like he said and he mutters something that could be 'good boy' and you don't understand why your insides twist up all hot and crampy like that, but it doesn't hurt.

you whine, rubbing your knees together more forcefully. "awwww," he coos, "poor kid. you like your brother's cock?"

you've only heard that word before at school when the older kids talk about the porn they watch and the girls they fuck. it makes that tingling worse but you can't say anything one way or another because he's starting bobbing you up and down, forcing inch after inch down your tight little throat. "fuck, that feels good. would've made you do this ages ago."

the liquid is coming out faster now - you can feel it running down your throat, and you do your best to swallow it, but drool leaks out the sides of your mouth. the room's filled with the wet sound of you gagging and swallowing it, hot from your ears to your toes, and you screw your eyes shut to try and forget how he's looking at you.

"bet if I put my hand in your undies they'd be all wet, huh?"

you try and shake your head no but you can't under his hand. "no? lemme check."

he switches his grip and shoves the hand that had been in your hair into your pants. you squeal, gargled around his cock, and his thick fingers force their way between your legs and run up your little slit.

he laughs, mean. it makes you ache. "you're soaked. you really do love your big brother."

his middle finger skims your little dick and you nearly jump off the bed. it's--why does it feel like that? it makes the tingles so much worse and you try to squirm away from him, but you can't go anywhere.

tears gather in your eyes. you don't know why and you're definitely not gonna ask him now that he's being so rough with you, hips snapping up into your face, forcing his length down your throat. "that's it, take it, fuck--"

his finger clumsily edges back to touch your hole. it's basically dripping and at this angle he can only get the tip of it inside but you've never put anything in there and it feels weird, you want him to stop, but...

"shit, maybe I'll use this next, huh? needy fucking slut, getting all wet for me. I'll show you how good it feels to be full of cock like you're supposed to be."

his breath chokes off on a groan, hips leaving the bed - his bush tickles your face and you're so far down you can't breathe and you smack his hip, trying to get him to let you go, but he's not moving and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat (or is that is) when his big, gross dick twitches and he moans something about drinking it. drinking what?

the warmth that spills into your tummy answers your question. there's so much of it and he's grunting and panting and trembling, squirting more of that stuff down your throat, and by the time he yanks you off you're half-conscious and gasping for air.

"good boy," he grins, leaning up to place a kiss on your messy mouth that's covered in his weird slime, "did such a good job. don't tell anyone."

you blink, hazy. your whole body feels like it's floating and on fire at the same time. "w-why?"

you swallow. it coats your throat and makes you feel like you've just eaten a full meal, that liquid warmth sitting hot and musky in your belly.

"it's our secret. okay? promise?"

it's been years since you two have had a secret, just between brothers. it makes you feel warm in a different way. "... okay."

by the time you leave his room, you're walking around in a daze. the wetness between your thighs rubs with each step and whatever he touched is hard and twitching and itchy.

maybe you can make it feel better in the shower? if this is what boys do, and you're a boy...

or maybe you can just ask big brother to make it feel better.

[tomatoeatingcannibal]

Badge I made for a friend a few days ago, but totally forgot to post!:3

[shortbread-crew]

Name: Voidbean

Species: Dog

Breed: Sheepie

From: Me

[ignisgayentia]

dog training is sooo wild man. i say "okay" and my puppy goes and does her own thing. i just told her "you can go play on your own" and she took her toy and went to go play without me. i ask her "do you want your food?" and she goes to lay down on her bed and waits for instruction. what is this sorcery!!!! WHY DON'T PEOPLE TRAIN THEIR DOGS MORE??

jellybean tax ✌️

[quarterlifekitty]

Im really bad at dark smut topics but hybrid Price, maybe like a big dog or a wolf hybrid forcefully breeding his little hybrid mate. Maybe she's also a dog, just a little dog, or something else small like a mouse or a bug. She's just so little she can't fight back

I personally am a huge fan of the hybrid trope where they’re not the same animal exactly, but from one of their point of views, it’s close enough, damnit! (I actually have a little blurb like this in the works for graves. It’s a part of that new years part 2 that will happen. Eventually.)

Anyways. Price as a northern wolf. A proud pack animal… let’s make it worse. A pack leader. He and his pack of five do quite well for themselves… but something is missing. And it’s his job as leader to sort that out.

They’re missing a matriarch. A female. A warm, soft thing to fill with pups.

Your owner takes with them to some secluded air bnb, on a farmstead way out in the country. You’re a little hybrid— a terrier or a chihuahua, maybe. OH. A papillon would be perfect for this. You’re not used to being off-leash, and when you’re suddenly out in the fields, chasing all manner of things, you find yourself very lost very quickly. It’s not long before the sun is setting and you’re shivering, from the cold and nerves.

You smell silly and stupid. Freshly groomed and washed, sprayed down with a mist of coconut, blueberry, and jellybean scent. It flicks at Price’s nose from miles away— so artificial and sweet. Before long, he’s advancing, stalking circles around you that tighten until it’s impossible for you to be unaware.

Your looks don’t do anything to clarify matters. Silky fur on your big ears…. Little. But underneath your looks and your shampoo you smell like a good female. Certainly ready for breeding. You must just be a very strange little wolf— but price doesn’t mind. His pack is already full of misfits, you’ll be a perfect addition.

Before long he howls and pounces, the meat of his palm digging between your shoulder blades as he shoves your haunches down and pulls your ass up, cock throbbing and hard once gets a better whiff of your true smell.

His cock feels like it’s in your diaphragm, he reaches so deep when he finally penetrates you.

He’ll court you, in his own special way, tire you out, and bring you back to the den to meet his boys. He’ll give you to his pack, and you’ll give them their first litter.

[hsnlv]

soft beginnings | s.jy

pairing: dad-to-be!jake x mom-to-be!reader

synopsis: you and jake are getting ready for your baby, but jake’s full of doubts about fatherhood. with plenty of laughter, love, and tiny socks, you learn that even the smallest moments can mean the world.

warnings: fluff!, jake has self-doubt but it’s adorable dont worry >< reader is pregnant if that is not clear (i love pregnant tropes actually because it’s cute hehe)

wc: 1.1k

a/n: ive been writing a lot lately since im currently on semester break but enjoy ^^ here’s my masterlist!

jake sat on the nursery floor, holding a pair of impossibly small socks between his fingers like they were some kind of alien artifact. his brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a pout that you would’ve called adorable if he wasn’t so deadly serious.

“okay, babe,” he said finally, holding the socks up for emphasis. “these cannot be for a human. i don’t care what you say.”

you couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing from your spot on the rocking chair, where you were sorting through a mountain of baby clothes. “jake, they’re for a newborn. they’re supposed to be that tiny.”

he squinted at the socks like they might reveal their secrets if he stared long enough. “nope. sorry. these are for a hamster. or maybe a very small rabbit.”

“are you calling our baby a rabbit?” you teased, grinning as you leaned back in the chair.

“i’m just saying,” he continued, waving the socks around like he was making a grand point. “what if their feet don’t fit? what if their toes are too big? i don’t even know what baby feet look like!”

you laughed so hard that tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i’m serious!” he insisted, though the twitch of his lips betrayed him. “what if i try to put these on and they just… fall off? or what if i lose one? it’s not like i can run to the store and ask for replacement jellybean-sized socks!”

that did it—you dissolved into giggles, your belly shaking as you leaned forward. “jake, you’re going to be fine,” you said, wiping your eyes. “i promise, putting socks on a baby isn’t as hard as you think.”

he flopped dramatically onto his back, groaning. “i’m not ready for this.”

“you are,” you said, crawling over to him and sitting on your knees by his side. you rested your chin on his chest, tilting your head to look up at him. “you’re going to be the best dad ever.”

he gazed down at you, his expression softening, but you could still see the hint of doubt in his eyes. “you really think so?”

“i know so,” you said, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. “you’ve got the dad jokes down already. the rest is just practice.”

he groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. “yeah, but what about the important stuff? like… like making bottles. or changing diapers! do you know how many straps and tabs those things have? it’s like trying to assemble IKEA furniture!”

you snorted, pressing your forehead to his chest as you laughed. “it’s not that bad.”

“it is that bad,” he said, sitting up suddenly. his hands flailed a bit as he tried to explain. “and what if i don’t wake up when the baby cries? or—or what if i hold them wrong? what if i drop them? oh my god, what if i don’t know how to swaddle? they’re gonna hate me.”

“jake.” you placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “take a deep breath.”

he inhaled shakily, his wide eyes locking onto yours.

“you’re not going to drop the baby,” you said firmly. “or hold them wrong. and even if you mess up the first swaddle, or it takes you a few tries to get the diaper right, it’s okay. you’ll figure it out.”

he didn’t look entirely convinced, so you leaned closer, your voice softer now. “do you remember when we first got peanut?”

he blinked, his brows furrowing. “our dog?”

“yeah. you were so nervous about training him. you kept googling everything, and you were convinced he was going to hate you because you couldn’t get him to sit on command.”

jake huffed, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “okay, yeah, but peanut was a little menace at first.”

“he was,” you agreed, grinning. “but you didn’t give up. you were so patient and sweet with him, and now he listens to you better than he listens to me.”

jake let out a soft laugh, his shoulders relaxing a bit.

“it’s going to be the same with the baby,” you said, brushing your thumbs gently over his cheekbones. “you’re going to love them so much that none of the little mistakes will matter. and they’re definitely not going to hate you for struggling with a diaper or two.”

“you sure about that?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“absolutely,” you said, smiling.

he sighed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. “what would i do without you?”

“probably drown in a pile of tiny socks,” you teased, laughing softly.

“you’re not wrong,” he muttered, but he was smiling again.

you both sat there for a moment, the quiet hum of the nursery filling the air. then jake pulled back slightly, his hand drifting to your belly.

“hey, little one,” he murmured, his voice soft and warm. “just so you know, your mom’s the best person in the world. so if i mess up, she’s gonna make sure you’re taken care of. and if you could, uh… maybe go easy on me with the diapers, that’d be great.”

you laughed, swatting at his shoulder. “stop making deals with the baby!”

“what? i’m just saying!” he said, grinning.

he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your belly, murmuring something too quiet for you to hear. when he sat up again, his eyes were brighter, his usual spark returning.

“okay,” he said, grabbing the tiny socks and holding them up like a trophy. “we’re definitely framing these.”

“i knew you’d come around,” you said, smiling as you kissed his cheek.

the rest of the afternoon was spent folding onesies and arranging books on the shelves, with jake tossing out ridiculous questions every five minutes.

“what if the baby doesn’t like my cooking?”

“jake, they’re not going to eat anything you cook for at least a year.”

“what if they cry every time i pick them up?”

“then you’ll hold them until they stop crying.”

“what if they call me ‘dude’ instead of ‘dad’?”

“then they’re definitely your kid.”

by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the nursery was mostly finished. the crib stood in the corner, draped with a soft, pastel blanket, and the bookshelf was packed with stories you couldn’t wait to read aloud.

you stood in the doorway with jake, his arm around your shoulders as you both took in the space.

“it’s perfect,” you murmured, leaning into his side.

“almost perfect,” he said, resting a hand on your belly. “just missing one thing.”

you smiled, your hand covering his. “they’ll be here soon enough.”

he pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice filled with quiet awe. “soon enough,” he echoed.

and in that moment, surrounded by love and laughter and the promise of something even sweeter, you knew your little family was already complete in all the ways that mattered.

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[funlovingfuzzball]

My friend’s ptsd dog in training, a hyperactive husky/eskie cross, desperately requesting his iced coffee. Yes, the cafe allows dogs. No, Jellybean did not receive any coffee. Yes, she was extremely disappointed about not receiving any coffee.

There’s a “cat checkpoint” post going around, so this is a

Reblog with the last picture of a dog in your camera roll.