There are some things that can only be said out loud when it's between friends who have signed a contract in blood. Such things are very serious, especially to ninken. It's in a ninja dog's nature to value loyalty, trust and companionship and when a summoning contract is signed it's a bond for life. A bond like that is very good to have when you're the sort of person who's uncomfortable talking about his likes, dislikes or dreams for the future with people, but still has lots of feelings going on inside.
It's not that Kakashi and Pakkun have regular, in-depth, heart-to-heart conversations about important topics. They're not those kinds of dogs. Sometimes though, every now and then, there is something on Kakashi's mind that needs to be said out loud to a friend. Pakkun will listen then, nod sagely and offer whatever wisdom or helpful advice he can. He doesn't always have words good enough to put Kakashi's mind at ease but paw pads are usually better than words anyways.
Pakkun has very soft paw pads that can soothe all kinds of worries and banish the most persistent of bad thoughts. He can often tell when Kakashi might be in need of paw pads during missions and will happily jump up on his head or shoulder and hold on with steady paws of loyal companionship. People might think Pakkun rides on Kakashi's shoulder because he's lazy or tired, since his legs are so short, and all those things are true, BUT he's also offering Kakashi support without anyone knowing. It's a very effective secret ninken love tactic <3
People turning against Chappell Roan for not accepting harassment & stalking of her and her family, saying Hozier is acting embarrassing for defending his girlfriend THAT Y'ALL WEREN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT after she got harassed online, calling Pedro Pascal names for.. apparently not greeting fans loudly in his own private time?
Y'all have GOT to get a grip on real life if you think celebs establishing boundaries is working against you. You do not know these people, you will not sleep with these people and they do not owe you anything!!!!!!
The first moment you laid eyes on him, you knew that something was terribly wrong with your son. It might’ve been the fact that his eyes were all-black when he was born or that his first words were, “This human form is limiting”. You’re not entirely sure.
I hate correcting customers who call me ma'am and miss and honey over the phone, because only about 30 percent of the time do they apologize and start calling me sir, while 70 percent of the time they double down assuming I was trans and continue misgendering me on purpose to show how little respect they have for me as a human being. "Thank you, MISS."
I'm a cis man, for the record.
Whenever I correct someone and they keep it up, I simply refuse service. "Oh, I'm sorry, we're completeley booked up the day you wanted. Yeah, no, we're booked up on your backup dates too. Looks like our next opening isn't until, hmm, mid-November. Oh, but it doesn't have enough beds for your party. We could probably fit you in around New Years, but you'd have to change rooms every day. You might wanna try [more expensive motel] a few blocks north of us, they might have vacancies. Have a good day."
I've been able to dodge what few complaints we've gotten so far because they all tell my boss that they just spoke to a very nasty woman, and she has no idea who they're talking about. "You must have dialed the wrong number, because I'm the only woman here, and I didn't talk to you." That PISSES THEM OFF, and she doesn't understand why they respond with "well we've been staying there for years, but we're never coming back." They think she's protecting me, an afab trans man, and are disgusted by it, but from her perspective they're just crazy people who are complaining about made up bullshit; it doesn't even cross her mind that they're talking about me. Why would it?
My boss is like 70 or 75, and was a Republican until 2016. It's never come up in conversation, but something tells me she wouldn't exactly be a trans ally. I'm in a weird position here, and it's hilarious.
Smash that mf reblog button if you stoically ignore all labelled washing instructions and everything your mama ever told you about laundry and just send those bastards hurgling around in an overfilled tub to meet either death or glory