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someone please give me lily evans and remus lupin being besties and it making prongs a jealous baby even though remus has zero romantic feelings towards lily. lily and remus’ friendship is everything 😭

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━━ ✦ remus lupin childhood headcanons

━━ ✦ where he's from; lyall lupin met his muggle wife hope in sydney, australia while on assignement by the ministry to document and study the discovery of several new species of magical creatures. for the first three years of his life remus grew up under the hot australian sun, until his father's assignment was over and the lupin family moved back to britain, settling back in the welsh countryside.

━━ ✦ growing up with lycanthropy; after remus was bitten, and afflicted with lycanthrope at age five, his father became obsessed with finding a cure, shipping his small child all over the wizarding world in search to no avail for a cure, it caused a lot of fights and turmoil between hope and lyall; hope who wanted her baby to have as normal a childhood as possible, despite being far from what humans or wizards alike would consider 'normal'. this of course, lead little remus to being accutely aware from a young age that he was not like his peers; that he was different, wrong, something to be hidden away, something shameful, and that seed grew within remus.

after much heated discussion it was decided that remus would attend a muggle school in his early years, hope was adamant that he should recieve a properly rounded education, especially if he were to go off to hogwarts in his secondary school years. lyall did protest this, insisting that remus attend a magical primary school but ultimately it was battle that hope won, and remus attended the local village primary school a year later than his peers at age six, however his childhood outside of school was lonely, his father too afraid to let him out of his sight for long, so while his peers enjoyed school trips and sleepover, and play dates with friends, remus was alone for a lot of his early years. so, he found solace in books, in fantasy worlds where he wasn't the outsider, the freak, the secret -- he would spend hours lost in books, his mother would read to him often, and he treassured that time with her. unlike his father she didn't treat him like he was an abomanation, something to be fixed, to hope, he was just her little remy.

as a direct result of his fathers distain for his condition, remus didn't think much of the magical world, he thought it to be judgemental and cruel, so when his invitation to hogwarts arrived on the morning of his 11th birthday on the 10th of march 1971 he wasn't much impressed, however despite his reservations at hogwarts he made some of the very best friends he could have ever wished for, and soon enough, he went from being a lonely child with no friends to three of the very best friends he could have wished for in the form of james potter, sirius black and peter pettigrew. a little later came along the girls too, the m&m's as remus would affectionately call them - mary macdonald and marlene mckinnon, and of course last but not least his very good friend lily evans.

━━ ✦ worth noting; that while my remus is trans masc, i have little intention of making that a central focus on his character development, especially within magical verses, however in non-magical verse this will explored a little more, as my entire reason for headcanoning him as trans is 1) a fuck you to jkr and 2) because werewolves and vampires have long been used as an allegory for queer in cinema and literature, and thus, makes more sense for this to play a more central role in non-magical verses. he's still trans, and idgaf that its the 70's in canonical marauders timelines, trans people have always existed.

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the black brothers deserved better. reg deserved to get out too. and i’ll forever be emo about.

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he wasn't sure if he would ever feel normal - whatever normal was for a 107 year old formerly brainwashed ex-soviet killing machine, but from what little he knew of the other man, he too hadn't been dealt the easier hand, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad staying here for a bit, even if he felt like an imposter who didn't deserve this unprecidented kindness. he nods at clint, yeah he got that impression, even if he didn't understand why, he's quite for a moment, still taking in his surroundings, watching clint as he fusses over his furry companion, and bucky briefly wonders if he should get a dog too, when he gets back on his feet, of course. might be nice, a little company that doesn't demand conversation. "pepperoni --by the way" he says after a while, laughing softly.

he kneels down to meet the dogs eye level, "hey lucky, nice to meet you. " he says tentatively, reaching out with his good hand to stroke her gently behind the ears, she was excited, tail whacking against his legs a few times as she turned in circled, enjoying the fussing she was getting. "yeah?... think she might be a terrible judge of character then." bucky snorts, winking at clint, before clearning his throat, giving lucky a few more pets before rising up to his feet.

➫ CLINT was very used to this, dealing with broken people, as he himself was a very broken boy. He had to recruit and train so many agents who had come from nothing or tortured pasts, having Bucky around might not have been so different. They didn’t have a lot in common, besides the whole brainwashing thing, and although the ex-soldier definitely had it worse, the archer could understand him. In some part, he too, had been forced to hurt and kill people, either for villains or SHIELD. He wasn’t their biggest fan these days. He owed so much more to Natasha, a debt he could never repay, while Fury and his team had been no better than private military fanatics, and he would never let them forget that. Before he heads into the kitchen, he presses fingers under his eye, feeling the bandage there, and shrugs it off.

“I worry about everybody, bud. You better get used to me asking you questions, mostly about how you are and what kinda toppings you want on your pizza.” Clint smirked before turning back to the dog, “Lucky, c’mere. Meet Bucky.” Purple eyes light up and he lets out a short laugh, “Bucky and Lucky! You guys will be quite a team, she’s definitely friendly. Well trained as a therapy dog too.” By him, but that wasn’t the point, he trained everyone under the sun, he felt like he could train her too, and he had, in his opinion. The excited girl came over, her tail an uncontrolled propeller, but she approached the man cautiously, sniffing at his hand, then placing her nose under his palm, moving it so he would be petting her head. Clint knew this was her sign that he was alright, and he visibly relaxed, unable to take his eyes off Bucky for a whole minute, wanting to gauge how he felt about the whole thing and just the tiny fractions of emotions in his face. “She likes you.” Talking about yourself or the dog, there Clint?

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there was a reason she lived off grid, distanced herself from the rest of the avengers, and yet they still had a habbit of turning up, usually clint, who she expects to see when she hears the sound of the motor cycle parked up outside her trailer, still on guard and prepared for any eventuality, she makes her way to the door, hearing her real name she knows it can only be one person on the otherside of the door, a faint smile stiffled as she unlocks the deadbolt, to see him standing on her porch, brows knitted together, suspicious of his unexpected apperance.

"bucky? -- what are you doing here?" she swallows thick, eyes tracing over his features trying to get a read on him. he seemed nervous, she thinks, lips pursed into a thin, line, she leans out the door, hand on the frame to cast a qucik glipse around before inviting him inside, "come in, what's going on?"

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Bucky hadn't know how to approach Natasha, after the blip he hadn't had chance to talk to her and before he knew it she was gone. He knew exactly where to find her, he couldn't believe she still had this trailer after all this time. No doubt she had heard him on his bike coming up the path, knowing she was going to be on guard, knocking softly on the door, feeling his heart pounding beneath his chest. God he was nervous.

"Hi Natalia..." He said in a soft tone, surely she would know just from that name that he knew who she was. He loved calling her Natalia. "I maybe should have called but this was -- this felt like something I had to do face to face to tell you I --"

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THE IDEA OF YOU Dir. Michael Showalter

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Natasha's eyes roll, head shaking softly but her eyes soft as she looks at him holding out the tiny mutt, and she can't help the twang of pitty that forms in her gut looking at the poor thing, wasn't the mutts fault it found itself in the wrong place at the, seemingly right time for her sappy best friend to find him. "can't exactly leave the damn thing here, can we?" she signs, resigned to the fact they were in fact taking this mutt home, at the very least to find a more suitable home for since Lucky certainly wouldn't be pleased at a yappy puppy intruding on her home. her brow arched perfectly she shots him a look, and laughs.

"yeah, you and your strays, barton. speaking of strays, you and bucky -" she pauses, a little wicked, but she likes to make him sweat, "trashed the place yet? can only imagine the mess with you two living together." she scoffs, a knowing look playing under the surface. but she won't ask directly, not yet - at least.

➫ CLINT sighed, in defeat more than anything else because he knew the little guy was going to eat him out. He needed to eat as he was hungry when Clint found him, it wasn’t his fault. The blonde pulls out the most adorable pitbull puppy, who looks just like the dog from Target, with his one patch of dark fur around his eye. “I can’t help it, the agent program really tried to beat the sympathy out of me - but LOOK at him, Nat. They couldn’t take my love of dogs.” His tone is heavily sarcastic, a joke in its essence but he’s completely serious. “I’ve been thinking of renaming the farm to Clint’s Stray Farm, since collecting ex-assassins seems to be my hobby, now. You, Barney, now Bucky.” Clint sticks out his tongue at her like he’s in eighth grade, but he knows she’s only speaking out of concern for him and his fragile state of needing to feel needed. “Lost things are drawn to me like honey, what can I say.”

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remus snorts, laughter quiet and he nods, as good as he was at charms, even evans had him beat at that one, little genius she was. "yeah, fair, evans takes top spot there, pretty close second though." he adds, that boyish grin creeping on the corners of his mouth, eyes quickly cast downwards as to not stare too long at marlene. you look pretty tonight, you always look pretty. might be something sirius, or james would say, always bolder than he when it came to the fairer sex. instead he just quietly thinks it, she looked different with her hair down, the way it framed her face beautifully, god lupin get a grip, he chastes himself internally.

he shrugs, reaching out for a chocolate flog and ripping it open, biting the head off first, " yeah? good to know you got my back mckinnon." heat warming his cheeks, "gotta get at least a exceeds this term or my mum might ship me off to muggle school next term." he's joking, of course, his mother was the softer of the two when it came to his parents. he sighs dramatically, eyes rolling, when she decalres no more distractions, and he knows she's right, he was studious in other subjects, but when it came to history of magic he couldn't help but find himself wanting to nod off. "weren't he the one that looked like a great bloody troll? -- lived up to that name alright." remus chuckles, before opening up his textbook to the relevant chaper. "where's mary tonight?" he asks casually, the two girls usually not seen without the other, a bit like him and the other marauders he supposes. package deal, if you will.

there's that bend, a briefer hint of a smile ; marlene was more ideal then she was real. she knows it. so much of how she chose to hold herself was armed with a certain kind of intent, even though she liked to FEIGN both calm and cool. as if she were above it all, despite how frantically untrue it was. marlene simply knew how to glue up her seams and get down to the brass tacks of things, and nothing much more. at least that pure blood in her veins had taught her the benefit of how to knuckle past your own feelings and anxieties. glancing upwards to catch him staring, that slow draw of a grin and the laugh that never really comes, glancing back to the pages and pages she sorts through, a sort of mad professor within the centre of her divine circle. "charms unfortunately goes to lily every time. even i have enough grace when to admit i need to take a bow. but i will give you credit... you're rather decent at charms."

"well isn't that sweet... in both tenses. if you got an outstanding, by the way, just tell them i tutored you and you'll be fine." a flicker of her gaze finds his, pinning him into place. that slighter crease of a frown, now, as if sorting through the fears that held themselves hostage within his head, circling round. nothing to do, it seemed, with the help, but rather... ah. she bends and simply hands him a sheet, marked up and down with colours and swirling, scrawling notes. "i'll tell her THANK YOU. and you. bribery or not." there's a wave, the parchment crinkling. "but no more distraction. we'll start here. the thrilling years of andor the grotesque."

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CLOSED STARTER for @berylcluster feat. remus & sirius

remus slinked into the gryffindor common room, the sun was barely up, and james alarm for practice still had a good forty five minutes before it would be waking the rest of his dorm room, he yawned, eyes still sleep hazed as he plopped down on one of the worn in couches, book bag hitting the ground with dense thud, reaching down to pull out a book, humaniod creatures and shapeshifters the title read, opening up to a page titled Shelliferous Drogodflikerous, hideous he thought, as he began reading. remus always struggled with sleep on the approach of the full moon, his bones ached as if remembering what was about to occur, his nerve endings fried and on edge at this stage of the lunar cycle, which often resulted in early mornings hauled up the common room or library while most of the rest of the castle slept.

he was so engrossed in the chapter he barely looked up when he heard the door of the common room open, eyes bright when they met with sirius who was the last person he expected to be up at this time of the morning - if you could even call it morning, "you're up early, pads. you feelin' okay?" he teases playful, tongue poking out between teeth. carefully placing his book mark in to hold his page as he set down his book in his lap, another yawn escaping his mouth. " couldn't sleep, hips achin' and my bloody shoulder, feel like an old woman -" he sighs, as he begins to explain, before sirius even asks, although it was common knownledge to the marauders that remus was a bit of an early bird. his eyes rolling as he reaches in his pocket to pull out a pack of marlborough reds, placing one between his lips before offering the pack out to sirius, lighting his own with his wand like professor Ferox has showed him how to do in third year -- not very professory of him right enough, but that was what made him remus' favourite teacher.

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ���

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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i just read a comment on a marauders edit that said ‘i feel like it’s never discussed how lupin lost everyone in one night’ after reading another comment on an earlier edit of james and sirius that read ‘james saved sirius from an abusive household and then had to watch his son be raised in one’ 😭😭😭😭 i fear i will never recover.

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introducing shauna shipman...

an exploration in the brutalness of girlhood, survival, unimaginable trauma and the quiet rage of living a life that was never yours to begin with. shauna shipman left a part of herself back in those woods in '98, and she's been fighting for her life ever since to get her back. she never wanted to be a mother, or wife, yet she doomed herself to a life of monotony, some cruel and unusual self inflicted punishment for the death of her best friend; suvivors guilt at its finest.

hit the heart if you're interested in interacting with shauna, while i am happy to explore both the 90's time line and the modern day time line, i am more focused on the 90's time line!

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okay but i want a f/f ship based off ‘guilty as sin?’ muse a being a celebrity of some kind, closeted, from a strict religious background ground, dealing with some hella religious trauma and internalised lesbophobia, and muse b, also a celebrity, or well known in some capacity publicly, facing their own issues, both of them desperately in love and wanting to come be out, and public with their relationship, and having to make the decision on whether it’s worth losing everything to have what they really want. give me the sapphic drama okay

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remus watches her carefully examine the sweet treats, of course he couldn't take FULL credit for knowing her favourites, that took a little help from lily, who seemed to know everything there was to know about everyone. something remus took little notice of for the most part but he was trying to keep marlene sweet, after all she was his only hope it not TOTALLY failing history of magic, which was nothing short of a snoozefest as far as remus was concerned. he snorts laughing, "charms ain't so bad, 'least i'm actually good at that --" remus always found the more practical subject more appealing, less reading, less jumbled words on a page to contend with, perhaps if his parents had been less concerned with finding a cure for his afflication they'd have paid more attention and noticed he struggled in other areas too.

"i wouldn't call it bribery exactly...more like a thank you, or something... maybe just a little bit of bribery." nose scrunching, his cheeks tinged every so slighly pink, "think if i got an outstanding i'd be frog marched up to dumbledore's office for cheating --" he scoffs, ever the self deprecating humour covering up the real insecurities that he doesn't address. he holds his hands out palm first, grinning, "okay you got me, i might have had help with the sweets, lils mentioned you like them coffee ones." that slight pink blush turning even redder now he'd been caught out. // @redemptioninterlude

marlene stomps through the gryffindor common room, as if she belonged here. it ought to be a problem, really, but people knew well enough that she all too often was the one called to action to decidedly UNSCREW somebody body a wretched nosedive in their grades. was it really any surprise that she ends up outside of remus lupin's rooms as she pulled out her books to spread along the floor, notes organized into neat little piles as he seemed ready for business.

"you got what?" there's that pause and a laugh, marlene reaching out to EXAMINE his little stock pile of treats and goodies. her nose crinkles, letting that be something new about remus she could tuck away within her chest, that good boy gone sweet seeming to perennially define him. "figures that's where the two of you went. i'd say you missed a riveting class for our final charms class, but then that'd make a liar out of the both of us, wouldn't it?" she wasn't like lily, accounting for the comings, goings - she just noticed. the two of them generating a sizable amount of noise, regardless, so it'd be almost impossible not to recognize their absence. ( right? )

in front of her, he pours out what she had to admit was something she didn't expect him to remember. these were more of a lily evans special, the sort of thing that she'd bring back for her from over the holidays, the sort of exchanges made over the departure platform at the train station. "wow, i really am getting the full extend of your BRIBERY SCHEME right now, aren't i? i already said i'd help, but now i'm feeling like i owe you. is this your way of telling me you're aiming for an outstanding?" now she's just teasing him, imagining even he would find it pure torture to grind it out with her. ah well~ "who told you i loved these. emmeline? lils? rotten little eggs, those two."

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brokenegoed sent: does it feel alright to not know me? // richard at eddie

ttpd lyrics meme / accepting / feat. @brokenegoed

they'd been close once, in boyhood, that felt like a life time ago, eddie was good at running, it was his go too, whenever life threw him a curve ball he couldn't handle, when he was out his depth treading water, he'd run and never look back until it was too late. until what had once been beautiful was nothing but a memory faded to grey, left in the past where it was safer. a hand comes up, runs roughly through his curls he's been growing out, eyes flicker up to barely meet richie's, "it's not --" he sighs, stops himself before any bullshit comes spilling out, no half truths, to excuses, swallowing thick the lump stuck in his throat.

"you want me to be honest? it fuckin' sucks -- i missed you man." a hand presses into the back on his neck firmly, head shaking softly, he knew this wouldn't be easy, running into a ghost from his past, someone who still lived in the margins of his stories, who he still thought about on loney nights in hotels rooms across the country, when he let the what if and maybes sneak in, on those nights when he'd hit the bottom of the bottle a little too hard that let the feelings he usually buried deep come bubbling out, and he'd be damned it he didn't write his best damn music on those kinda of nights. "look i was just in town, maybe this was a fuckin' stupid idea, just didn't feel right to be here and not at least say hi to an old friend --" friend catches in his throat like a thorn, it feels insincere.

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dre4mgrl sent: way to go, tiger. ( steve )

ttpd lyrics meme / accepting / feat. @dre4mgrl

"thank you! see I told you - not just a pretty face." until the penny drops, and the initial smile faulters when he picks up on the oh so subtle hint of passive aggressiveness in her tone, learned mostly from having robin as a best friend, who's every other word was laced in a veil of sarcasm and passive aggression that often went straight over his head. but he's learning, and he knows nancy -- well, thinks he knows nancy.

"wait...why do i get the feeling that was a dig, was it a dig, tiger -- funny, 'cause ya know hawkins tiger's -" steve eloaborates as if there was any need for the further clarification, nancy was the smart one after all. arms folded firm across his chest, eyes on the verge of rolling, as he casts a glipse over at rob who's trying not to burst into a fit of a laugher, yeah, he liked it better before they were friends, bad enough getting shit from rob every shift.

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he's up to something, she knows that much, she can read him like a goddamn book especially when he's got that look on his face, eyes rolling, arms folded tight across her chest as she watches him head shaking softly, these boys had a way of making her feel like a goddamn babysitter. "so that's not the dog you didn't see wimpering behind your back, no?" coy smile curving on her lips, okay so he was cute and tiny,but that didn't mean she was letting him keep it, "what's it with you taking in strays?" a mild dig at his most recent house guest in the form of a certain ex-HYDRA agent. "and you're right lucky would kill you, there is only room for one spoiled princess in that house."

⊰ CLOSED STARTER for @pcrfectstorms ft. CLINT & NATASHA ⊱

➫ CLINT was holding something behind his back, had been since they got back to the Tower. Clearly it was wiggling and trying to wrangle out of his grip, and he had been doing his best to hide whatever it was from the group, more specifically Nat. But like a bloodhound, she had easily pulled him to the side and he was caught. “Okay, okay. I definitely didn’t see a lost dog, and I definitely wasn’t going to leave it for Stark to take care of because I think he needs a dog.” He shook his head, attempting to lie to his best friend was a big mistake, she knew every tell he had from day one. It would have been scary if he didn’t love her so damn much. The dog in his hands peeking his little head out from behind his back. “Lucky would kill me if I brought another dog home anyway, she’s a spoiled baby.”