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It’s Pretty cool I’d say

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[fullmoonfireball]

this is absolutely delightful to hear. im so glad i can be a funny inconvenience-

[broncoburro]

Fourth First Meeting

A comic wherein Prince Oscar is ambushed by meets an enigmatic viscount. He hasn't a clue what to think of him.

(Collab between me and @lsdoiphin !)

[natsuki-bakery]

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•Sfw interactions only | read my dni ! •Don't repost and claim as yours ! Reblogs are okay but not reposts !

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[skele8rity]

LOOK.... at my little buddy that arrived in the mail

he is so cute and so cool and perfect already right???

BUT WAIT. he has a trick....

BAM. its blurry because im a mess but Great Googly Moogly thats a fantastic pin

in case youd seen the link id posted and were wondering if it was worth it/quality! instant adoration thank you fantastic

[angry-pink-moose]

I don't post much (any) personal stuff but I did a quick-ish drawing of a potential border collie fursona/representation for me and I think she's cute and wanted to share.

border collie picked because I have a lot of experience with them and I love them but also I love going on walks around the block after work with my wife so it seems apt

[being-a-human-isnt-very-fun]

Hint: they've got nothing to do with border collies!

[the-starry-seas]

getting back to writing after a week of feeling like shit/having writer's block is so weird it's like my body was liquefying atom by atom but then i opened a google doc and typed a few words and all my organs got abruptly shamwowed back into place and i'm cool now

[moodybrunette-blog]

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[beepbeepdespair]

*slams hand on desk* STORYTIME. so uh apparently fate decided to make my last time on the college grounds a memorable one???

so. picture the scene. an excited me has just gotten a large 99 ice cream and the guy handing it to me says "make sure you keep it upright!" well clearly the ice cream itself didnt get that memo. because i walk away and just as i go out of sight of everyone, thank god:

THE THING COLLAPSES LIKE A FUCKING HOUSE OF CARDS.

im trying desperately to catch it in my hands but its dripping onto the floor as i struggle over to a bench. i consume it at the speed of light and then sit back to survey the damage.

its on my dress. my shoes. my LEGS. running down my arm. my hands look like ive done something nsfw. the bench, INCLUDING the upright part. on the floor. and on the handbag ive borrowed from my mum for today.

and i realise i have no wet wipes or tissues on me.

i try to stay calm, and not panic, and i think right. lets be resourceful. what do we have?...

we have a period pad.

so, in the most surreal experience of my life so far, i rip open this pad and start mopping up the ice cream. thank the lord no one was around-

i chuck the pad away when im done and the area looks... almost normal? like theres definitely still ice cream there but only if you look particularly hard. after this, i decide that ive done everything i wanted to do at the event and make my rather sticky escape by miraculously catching the bus (i showed up at the stop just as the status switched to 'due').

so yeah. that, combined with my sudden inexplicable stomach pain that led to me having to consume a calpol sachet in the college canteen, the headache i caused a member of the student union with the mental maths i made her do when i was trying to buy some stuff and the fact i nearly slipped on collie drool while trying to get off the bus, made for a VERY memorable last trip

[snghnlvr]

dog whisperer. | sim jaeyun

jake sim x fem reader

synopsis: maybe dogs do bring people together, especially towards your new neighbor.

includes: 890 words | neighbors x friends | fluff!! | dogs know what’s up 😏

extra: i finally know how to make a mood board…. so now it won’t look wonky whenever i post .. he.. he.. | i made this when i was sad lol | jake is very boy next door coded <3 | i’m so delusional for this man (i still love sunghoon)

likes, comments, and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

[below the cut]

“i’m gonna walk bella.” you shouted across the room to your mother who was in the kitchen making diner. you shouted enough to hope that she heard you as you finished dressing to your cocker spaniel to prevent her from being dirty. you smiled at her when she’s patiently waiting to be dressed.

“alright y/n, just go where the grass is, bella likes it there the most.” your mom informed you as she was cutting up vegetables. you hummed as a reply. 

before you put on a leash, you put on your headphone so you can be in bubble space when walking bella. 

you were all set to walk bella as she kept barking at you to hurry up. you giggled at your dog running to the door, “okay okay bella i heard you!” you locked her with the leash and finally went outside. 

after walking bella for 10 minutes, around the neighborhood block. you were heading back home once night was settling in. 

as it was in the middle of autumn, it was kind of chilly to walk around with a sweater and shorts however it didn’t concern as your eyes were occupied of the scenery with the leaves crumpled into piles on the floor and sunset reflecting on your skin. 

it was raining two days again yet you still smell it’s crispiness. you cringed upon your imagination to step onto a puddle with your shoes on and letting the water seep into your socks. 

as something disrupts your thoughts, you immediately become alarmed when you see a big yellow dog from the yard. with your instincts you carried bella into your arms as you were intimidated by the size difference; that yellow dog was 2x the size of bella! 

“where is your owner??” you mumbled to yourself and the dog who seemed to be interested in you and bella. bella’s eyes keep looking at the dog but stayed in your arms. 

there was a young boy who came out of the yard, looking hysterically around. “layla!” he called out, grabbing the attention of you and the dog that’s named layla. 

you were speechless of his beauty. your eyes trailed to his every action and your heart stopped when he kneeled in front of you, petting the dog. 

he was wearing black sweatpants, black puffer, black shirt - just straight up black everything including his hair color yet it looked so attractive on him.

he finally looked up to you and you nearly stumbled with the eye contact. 

he smiled. “i’m sorry but she likes to run around often.” he chuckles and you are intrigued at how deep it was. you’re still speechless trying to process this handsome this boy was in front of you, you wondered if he was engraved by the gods.

“oh..” you whispered to yourself, trying to think what you should say. you saw the boy stand up and your heart started to beat faster at how tall he is. “she’s cute.” you mentioned seeing the yellow dog smiling widely while sitting down.

“thank you! her name is layla, she’s a cream border collie.” you noticed how he ruffled his dog, making her lean into his touch on his leg. he giggled. 

“how about your dog?” his eyes laid onto the small dog in your hands. you realized you’re still holding bella. “hi cutie..” your heart fluttered when he tried to make eye contact to your dog, speaking to bella softly as bella whines, trying to escape from your arms which caught you off guard. 

“her name is bella, she’s a cocker spaniel like from the movie lady and the tramp.” you smiled, trying to hide your nervousness. 

“she?” he questioned, looking at you but you couldn’t handle it still so you kept looking and petting bella. you nodded.

you noticed how his eyes lights up. “bella and layla can be friends then!” you looked at layla. “be nice layla..” he spoke to her gently as it seems like layla got the message. 

you slowly put bella down, keeping the leash close to you in case anything happens. you noticed how the two sniffled each other and then suddenly wagged their tails together. you were surprised at how they quickly got along. 

“oh i think they like each other.” you smiled at the two dogs bonding as you heard a yeah from him beside you. 

“i’m jake by the way.” he suddenly mentioned. you turned your body, looking up at him and he smiled at you. you heart warmed at how sweet he was looking. “i’m new here.” he added.

“i’m y/n.” you didn’t give back exactly the same energy but you were smiling at him shyly. then your eyebrows perked up. “new?” you questioned as he nodded.

“yeah my family and i moved back from korea,” jake shifted his body, pointing to a house that seemed to be close to you. “the red one.. right there.” he stated and it made your jaw drop because your house was next to his.

“that’s funny, i’m the one right next to yours, the white one.” you mentioned, giggling as jake looked surprised with his eyes widened and his jaw open, replicating your expression. 

“hi new neighbor,” you spoke, sparing a smile to him. you hope that will be the start of sharing more smiles with him. “jake.”

[mylittleredgirl]

i always sing the praises of having a beta reader if you want that sort of thing, but actually there are two separate fic-editor types:

alpha reader: just fucking uncritically loves your work. #1 fan. fully obsessed with the pairing you're writing to the exclusion of all good sense. might correct a comma or two but they are there to tell you that you are amazing and that you have never done anything wrong in your life and you should post that shit immediately. you ask them "does this part work?" and they say yes before the question is fully out of your mouth. the golden retriever of writing friends. every writer 100% needs one of these in their back pocket.

pros: THE best preemptive defense against the gaping chasm of self-doubt between "post work" and the first kudos.

cons: this is the reason why sometimes you see a fic that has eight beta readers thanked in the author's notes and the main character's name spelled wrong.

beta reader™️: these friends also fucking love your work, but the way they want to love it is to stick their fingers in your fic like a fruit bin at the grocery store and gently squeeze your characters (and commas) to see if they're ripe.

a good beta reader will copy edit your fic, notice if you've used the same sentence three times, and let you know if your sex scenes seem to contain the intended number of dicks per person.

a great one will highlight for you what's unique and wonderful about your writing, will help you problem-solve and plot through long fic, and will lovingly bug the shit out of you with how did she get here? and would he really say that? and is this what you meant? and when you say "oh shit no it isn't" their eyes light up and they go OKAY! let's figure this out!!!

more of a border collie kind of situation.

pros: the best way to polish your fic and grow as a fic writer. in my experience, it's also an incredible way to work through impostor syndrome. knowing someone you respect has been all up in your fic's junk and still says "it's great and you're great, now post it!" is a game-changer.

cons: if they show you what's not working, you're probably going to have to take time to fix it :/

caveats: not everyone who wants to give constructive feedback can deliver it in a way that works for everyone, so if the experience ends up making you feel bad, this is not a good match! it's also VERY helpful to tell your beta reader what level of editing you're looking for. if someone asks "can you give this a quick once-over before i post?" i know they want me to look for obvious mistakes and reassure them that it's post-worthy. if you ask me to "rip it apart" i'm going in there with a fine tooth comb.

(the primary motivation of both of these editor breeds is, of course, that they want you to write more and they want to read it before everyone else.)

bonus mode:

specialty reader: sensitivity readers and subject matter experts! if you are lucky enough to find and motivated enough to use one of these, their job is not to look at commas or to tell you that you're great, but to give advice on something specific in your fic.

edit: check the reblogs for a correction! turns out “alpha reader” is a pre-existing term in some circles for someone who helps you during the process, a lot like the great beta-reader i described above. taking suggestions for renaming my version of the alpha reader above. i’m thinking “hype man.”

[fl0atingtherians]

hi there, :)

if you have the time/energy, could you please do a black and white border collie like this?

(sorry that’s the first pic i had 😭) thank you so much for your dedication to the community! it’s always a pleasure to see your artwork. i hope something good happens to you today V●ω●V

peace and love,

chrome

I love the mask!! and ofc! border collies are one of the most gorgeous breeds of dog X3

I'm now realizing that your mask has blue eyes not brown, but I hope it's close enough TwT

✨Reblogs greatly apricated✨

[onyourhyuck]

MRS NA? | NA JAEMIN. | PART THREE.

— Prologue: “Did you know your son can’t read?.” + “They don’t need a friend. They need a father.”

— Summary: Wherein Go Yeeun wakes up from a coma and meets Na Jaemin claiming to be her husband and have five children together.

— Genre: jaemin series. Romance. Found family. Mystery. Smut. Crack. Fluffiness.

Notes: THIS IS A JAEMIN SERIES ON MY BLOG. reblog and follow me for more daily updates.

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Go Yeeun ran across the room reaching the ringing telephone attach to the plug. It was one of those house phones you wire to the wall in the plug, it wasn’t anything fancy technology at all. It’s not like the household could afford anything fancy or new; they were a poor family.

As the phone was lifted closing to the ear, breathing few series of pants as she ran across the room. Yeeun spoke on the overhead phone line. “Yes hello?”

“Is this Mrs Na?” An elderly woman on the phone spoke and Yeeun’s eyebrows furrows. “Yes that’s me.”

What was the phone call for? Yeeun has no idea but many things ran through her head. All possibilities were bad. Heart was racing as if it was a hostage situation, as if this was something to be afraid of. Afterall Yeeun has only been living in this house for only two days or so. Nothing to see positive. Especially after going through the chores she’s been doing all day.

The elderly voice was sensing the panic in Yeeun’s voice and she reassured, though the news wasn’t the brightest. “I am calling from your children’s school to let you know that your sons have all gotten detention for misbehaviour. I am calling you to come to school and pick them up.”

“Their teacher would like to have a conversation with you about their learning process.”

Yeeun’s eyes rides with the voice on the line flowing and the woman drops the phone. She treads to the cloak bringing a jacket on and then grabbing house keys. The dogs sat in front of the door sniffing, as if they were wanting to go on a walk. Yeeun turns to the two collie shepherds dogs; Ruby and Pearl watching with glistening eyes.

‘They want to go on a walk…’ Yeeun thought to one.

At first she wasn’t going to take the dogs with her. But Jaemin took the car to work today and Yeeun will have to walk the distance to the school. It’s not too far. By walk it would take about thirty minutes or so. However even if Yeeun had the car she wouldn’t be able to drive it. She would most likely stress out. She sighs watching the dogs sitting, wagging their tails as if their puppy eyes weren’t enough.

She’s definitely not leaving without the dogs now.

“Argh… fine.” Yeeun said coming forward again opening the glass door. Reaching forward on the shelves grabbing the two dog leashes. Then reaching to the two dogs attaching them on the collar. Ruby and Pearl were suddenly happy with joyous barking. Yeeun slightly smiles. “You guys wouldn’t leave me alone without me walking you.” She sighs.

And then pulling the dogs out of the door Yeeun closed the door shut locking the front with the house keys.

The dogs were making the distance quicker if honestly Yeeun has been glad she took the dogs. It would’ve made the whole chores more easier. Though sometimes the dogs were a massive pain to take care of considering they bite everything. Every little furniture in sight. They require a lot of time to be watched over.

They were like another set of children Yeeun did not want.

Arriving to the school Yeeun walks through the reception in which they take her through the classroom where she then meets eyes with teacher sitting down at the desk motioning Yeeun to come inside. The children were sitting down on the chairs, as if they were punished by the teachers beforehand the arrival of their mother.

The teacher stands up greeting the woman. “Mrs Na?” She questions and Yeeun nods slowly focusing back on the teacher away from the children now. “Yes that’s me.”

“I wasn’t aware they had a mother,” The teacher softly let out.

“Why wouldn’t they have a mother?” Yeeun’s eyebrows raise up suspiciously. “And why are my sons with injures?” She comes forward grabbing Insung’s hand out seeing red marks, what looks like long lines.

Insu would be left with scarring on his neck, it looks like someone had to grab him from behind roughly. And then Hanuel the eldest boy had a bruise on his cheek. It looks faint as if it was a fresh mark.

Yeeun glares over at the teacher as she takes steps away from Insung to approach Yongsoo who was hiding his hands. They had red scars on them covered by dry blood. It wasn’t much, but it made Yeeun’s protective nature want to protect them. Who dares land their filthy hands on her children?

The teacher softly said. Trying to stay calm. But Yeeun could see right through it. They were definitely the one behind these horrible things.

“They had a fight with students. They’re disruptive. And they do not learn anything.” The woman tells.

Yeeun raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me other students attacked my sons and gave them these injuries on their bodies?” She couldn’t believe it. If they had a fight where are the other students who attacked them, shouldn’t they be punished too? Not just her boys.

The teacher stays quiet. It looks like Yeeun caught them red handed and she comes forward staring down the woman. As the boys watch their mother up front completely look like she was one step away from murdering this woman.

“What is your name?” Yeeun demands, not asking at all. The woman stumbles on the words as if she was scared to tell them her name. “The students call me Mrs Hong.”

“Mrs Hong.” Yeeun repeats darkly. “I will make this very bluntly obvious,

Your job is to teach my sons, not to harass them and openly abuse them. And then play it out on other students as if they were a bunch of delinquents.” Yeeun seethes slamming the hand on the desk. Mrs Hong flinches at the slam and looks down on the floor slowly nodding. “Do I make my self clear, Mrs Hong?” Yeeun glares.

“Yes M’am…”

“If I see my children hurt again, you best believe I will be getting the police involved and I’ll make sure you rot in a prison cell somewhere far away from civilians.” Yeeun wasn’t joking she seems like she’s done this before and it openly terrifies the whole room causing a dark atmosphere to take over.

Yeeun turns around grabbing Yongsoo. She lifts the small boy up and holds him close to her chest. She then turns to the twins and Hanuel speaking firmly. She was filled with unexpected anger; Did Jaemin know his children were getting hurt? And how come no one else helped them out? This was ridiculous. Yeeun will not tolerate any harm come to her children.

“Come on boys let’s leave, Haewon is outside with the dogs.” Yeeun said. The boys don’t rely but nod at their mother’s side as they walk out of the classroom.

It’s safe to say, Mrs Hong will not be able to get away with such actions anytime soon again.

When arriving home the boys were sitting down the long dining table together with their mother trying to do the homework they were given.

Usually the boys would refuse to do such things. Jaemin would never care if they do their homework because he’s simply more laid back and relaxed about such trivial things. However Yeeun wasn’t so much lenient about such things.

She wants them to have a good education.

“You’re starting to get it.” Yeeun smiles praising down Hanuel who was doing the mathematics homework writing it down on the lined paper. She softly pets his hair from behind. Hanuel slowly trails. “You’re very smart mum.” He beams.

Without Yeeun’s help Hanuel would never have understood how to solve these problems. Surprisingly Yeeun wasn’t sure how come she was so good at maths.

It just clicked in her brain, like an unlocked memory she couldn’t remember before until the moment she was sat down helping Hanuel to figure this out.

“How about you Insung and Insu?” Yeeun suddenly turns to the twins watching them write down the English words.

They’re meant to translate the Korean to the English however they are a lost cause when trying to learn languages. They simply don’t understand English. Yeeun saw the twin boy’s struggle becoming slightly more or less not focused anymore with each fail.

“I don’t know what Apple is in English.” Insu complains crossing his arms on the chest. Insung rolls his eyes. “It’s obviously this one.” The boy points down at the word in English for ‘Orange’ and Yeeun stares tilting her head in confusion.

“That’s not right either Insung.” Yeeun said as she comes forward pointing at the finger without thinking, it’s like her body moved on its own. She would find the correct word for apple in English. “It’s this word.”

“Oh!” Insung and Insu let out unison surprised by their mother’s presence of help. She can do English too? Just how much can their mother do, they weren’t aware how smart she is.

“Thanks mum.” The twins say beaming as they write the correct answer down. Yeeun smiles feeling warmth burn in her heart. She never though helping others this much with homework would be so sweet and wholesome.

However one person was rejecting help and that was the youngest, Yongsoo. Yongsoo was staring down at the homework paper struggling quietly as if he hasn’t moved ever since they sat down all together to do the homework. Yeeun walks to Yongsoo. He was the youngest so he was only having to do reading exercises. However even if he had the less work to do than his older brothers, Yongsoo hasn’t done anything.

He was frozen in space while sitting down on the chair watching the paper with disinterest.

“Yongsoo, what does that word say?” Yeeun’s finger pressed on the word ‘car’ and the small boy with brown long curly locks looks away with embarrassment. He was so quiet that he just ran off from the table.

“Hey Yongsoo where are you off to?” Yeeun shouts. Yeeun watches Yongsoo run away. He leaves the rest and Yeeun turns to the other boys in confusion.

The boys sigh as if they knew what just happened and Yeeun was the only one left behind wondering what was that just about? Why did Yongsoo run away like that?

“What happened to Yongsoo?” Yeeun questions in a prance. Confusion written on the woman’s face and Hanuel murmurs first. “He cannot read.”

‘He can’t read…?’ Yeeun thought that was impossible. Children his age know how to read and write already. How come Yongsoo was not taught anything?

“He is ashamed of himself.” Insu adds softly as if he was quiet and getting sad knowing their younger brother was probably beating himself up for not being able to read or write at his big age.

“The teachers ridicule him because he’s behind reading and writing. The kids make fun of him for it too sometimes.” Insung the other twin tells their mother and she straightens upwards with a worrisome amount on her head.

Yeeun stumbles thinking. “That’s horrible. And your father never did anything to help Yongsoo?”

Where was Jaemin when all of this was happening? Where was their father when they needed him the most?

Hanuel and the twins stare at the woman in silence. They given no answer because, they didn’t know either. They didn’t know where their father was. He didn’t claim the responsibility title at all over them. But the silence was a loud enough answer for Yeeun. She clenched her hands together behind lowly.

She can’t help but pity the children.

Yeeun leaves the room going up the stairs creaking on each other sound the moment the feet land on stairs made of all sorts of wooden material. The door slowly opens letting herself in she would see Yongsoo hidden in the corner of the bedroom. It was a small bedroom where all the children slept together. They had their own beds while sharing this small room. It was their space with toys. Books. The posters on the walls and what not.

Quiet sounds of crying was heard and Yeeun wraps arms round the boy pulling him closer to her body to engulf the poor boy in an embrace.

“Yongsoo…” Yeeun softly whispers as she runs his back down with the palm. It somehow dents the boy’s worries away. It was soothing in a way to have parental figure after so long embrace him when he was always crying alone.

Alone to deal with all these emotions he can’t seem to process well.

Yongsoo croaks. “I am sorry for not being able to read or write.”

The woman holding him in this warm heart-full embrace wants to say to the boy that he shouldn’t apologise for something he cannot control. For something that was not his fault at all only the fault at the environment he grew up in with the lack of parental guidance. Yeeun feels responsible. Where was she all this time? Surely she wouldn’t have let Yongsoo deal with this all along? And where was his father when he needs one?

“You shouldn’t apologise. Let’s not say sorry. It’s never too late for me to teach you to write or read, Yongsoo.”

His eyes slowly light up. It’s the first time he’s ever heard that from anyone. Yeeun smiles seeing Yongsoo’s tears wiped by her hand as she would kiss his temple on the side of the boy’s head. “Look it’s not that hard to learn reading and writing. You’re a smart boy. So how about we go downstairs and I teach you?”

Yongsoo would like that a lot. He would like to learn from his mother the most.

“Okay, let’s do that.”

“Goodnight children.”

Yeeun said standing by the door. The children were all tucked into their representatives beds. Hanuel and Haewon’s separate beds next to one another. The boy was sleeping under the deep navy blue sheets with planets on them.

Haewon was neatly tucked inside the purple and white blankets on the bed on top of her. She had a bunny doll next to her bed tuck into the right area where she held it to sleep every night.

Yeeun looks over to the right side of the room where the twins beds were next to one another. Insu with green blanket with flowers on them. While Insung would have a red iron man blanket over him as he was soon to fall asleep. She could see his eyes getting heavier.

And finally her eyes meet Yongsoo and she smiles at him as Yongsoo was finally happier than he was before. They studied hard all day. And he was actually pretty good at learning to write and read. Yeeun slowly goes over to tuck the yellow blanket around the younger boy smiling.

“Goodnight Yongsoo.” She says. Yongsoo mutters tiredly. “Goodnight Mum.”

“Goodnight mum!” The other children said as Yeeun smiles back at them. She slowly turns off the light switch and closed the door letting the children finally go to sleep in the dark room.

She slowly walks away from the door and enters the bedroom sitting on the end of her own bed in the bedroom she shared with her husband.

However she doesn’t sleep on this bed, her husband does. She crossed arms together as she was in deep thought wondering when he was about to return. She had a lot to discuss with him.

Soon the man comes inside the house. It was few minutes before she tucked the children to bed and they were fast asleep by now. Jaemin made his way up the stairs to go inside his bedroom as he took off the shoes and the jacket slipping off the body. He had a tired expression on his face today too; he seems tired from all the work he did today. But when he least expected it Yeeun sits on the edge of his bed as he turns the light switch on.

“Oh god!” He jumps back a little with a fright catching his heart in his chest. He sighs deeply. “It’s only you Bunny lips. Geez why were you sitting in the dark alone here?” Jaemin shakes his head.

He doesn’t understand Yeeun sometimes.

Yeeun doesn’t reply but keeps her stern gaze on him she was so unimpressed. Jaemin whistles as he didn’t hear anything from his wife and he slowly turns to her.

Why was there so much tension? Jaemin couldn’t brush it off.

“What’s wrong? You’re looking at me like I did something today.” Jaemin couldn’t even figure out what he did today to her. They barely spoke today. They were far too busy.

Yeeun sighs. “I have a lot to say to you right now, about our children.”

Jaemin hums as he was taking off the jacket putting it back on the hanger, as he spoke he was multitasking taking off his shirt. “Ahuh? Like what.”

Yeeun glares. ‘Cant he at least stop doing something as I’m speaking about something important?’ She can’t believe that he can’t stay still and listen for a minute to her.

“It’s about Yongsoo.” She adds. “Did you know your son can’t read?”

Jaemin didn’t seem fazed for a moment. “Well he is only two is he not?” Yeeun blurts out cutting him off. “He’s four.” She corrects him standing up from his bed and Jaemin paused slightly shocked.

Was Yongsoo already that old? Jaemin couldn’t believe it as he turns around facing Yeeun slowly. Yeeun sighs out, she feels her blood boiling. Jaemin was irresponsible enough and it’s hard to do this alone taking care of five children; and Jaemin wasn’t doing his role correctly.

He wasn’t doing what a father was meant to be doing.

“Did you know the children get hurt at school? The teacher abused them. Assaults them even.” Yeeun snaps angrily. “Did you even bother checking on them with their school work?”

“Education isn’t that important to people like us.” Jaemin replies shrugging. “We are poor. The society doesn’t expect anything from us other than the bare minimum hard labour jobs.”

“That shouldn’t be the examples you should be setting for our children.” Yeeun spat. “I want them to have a good education. I want them to be able to go to college and university later on.”

“And that fucking bitch, she hurt them.” Yeeun swore holding her tongue as she grasps the fact that Jaemin hears her swear for the first time. He stands there trying to motion her to stay calm.

“Yeeun maybe you should calm dow—“

“Jaemin I am calm.” Yeeun seethes staring at him. “I didn’t murder that teacher so I think I’m perfectly calm right now.”

“I’m trying my best to be their friend, Yeeun.” Jaemin slowly treads as he was finally understanding the frustration that she must be going through. He saw her look at him holding his arms tight. He pauses watching her with widen eyes as Yeeun looks.

Yeeun slowly murmurs watching him as if she was pleading him but at the same time having loss hope. “They don’t need a friend. They need a father.” She softly whispers closing her eyes. “They need your guidance Jaemin the most at this age.”

Jaemin slowly nods. Yeeun was right and he knew she was right because he was denying this whole responsibility of being a parent for far too long. He didn’t even know how to take care about them. So all he thought about was a distraction to get away; working and working all the time.

And somehow he assumed the children will figure it out on their own. But oh how wrong he was.

“You’re right… I’m sorry.” Jaemin finally apologised as his eyes were avoiding to look directly at her eyes. He suddenly feels the genuine shame on his poor part of parenting the children.

Yeeun pulls away as she starts walking out the bedroom. “Goodnight Jaemin, sleep well.” She didn’t know what else to say. But she remembered that it was late and she has to get up earlier to help the children get ready for school.

“Goodnight Yeeun…”

That night Jaemin had an awakening, that perhaps he should have been a better father. Better husband. Better person.

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[malewifepeppino]

@volcanolotus @collie-reblogs Did both of these requests as little sketch warmups for this weekend ^__^ I KNOW this guy is a master of “fall asleep in your armchair while watching TV”. And nervous/ flustered peppino smiles are always so cute...

[chaoticcanid]

Tips for non humans but mostly stuff for canines

I wanted to compile a list of things that give me species euphoria as a canine.

Eating dry cereals in a bowl like an animal, you could add milk if you want but I don't like milk and dry cereal is closer to kibble

Wearing accessories like collars (maybe add a tag with your name), ears, tails and whatever else you can think of

Make a bed like a dog's by wrapping a blanket around a couple pillows or even better buy a large dog bed if you can.

Write stories about the animal you are, I really like writing stories about were animals because it's more relatable to me as I am forced to do normal "human" things even if I'm not one.

Vocals and quads, these are a very basic way to feel more animal but they work if you can physically do them. I am awful at quads but if I'm home alone I'll spend ages doing canine vocals like barks and howls.

Buy pet toys to chew on, buy pet bowls ton eat out of and just buy anything that has the animal you are on it (I recently bought a scarf and some keyrings with collies on them as one of my strongest theriotypes is a collie)

Watch documentaries and read about the animal you are

Simply just spend time outside, you can just sit there you don't have to do anything

Play hunting with stuffed animals, maybe get someone else to hide them and to make it more fun you can get whoever is hiding them to leave clues like tracks.

Do makeup inspired by the animal you are, dress inspired by the animal you are, if you're old enough maybe even get a tattoo of the animal you are.

These tips are just some stuff that I've heard around and a lot of stuff I've tried myself, feel free to reblog and add some of your own! not everything on this list will work for everyone but just remember to do whatever makes you happy.