#lots of cussing

[ravynfyre]

Dogs and Politics - a Rant

I genuinely cannot fathom the fact that there are people out there justifying the bullshit that kristi noem pulled.

I live on a farm. I have livestock. I also have EXCEPTIONALLY high drive dogs. Most of my high drive dogs have EXTRAORDINARY prey drive. Those drives are most of WHY I have those specific dogs - either because I looked for those specific traits myself, intending to tap into them to train for emergency services, or because those drives got those dogs into trouble in their previous homes and I was their "last chance".

I have been dealing with, training, and learning FROM, drivey dogs for over 20 years now, as an actual intentional thing... however, looking back on my 49 years of life, it is quite clear that drivey, "unruly", "problem" dogs have always been the kind I gravitated towards. My current sighthounds - half borzoi (russian wolfhound) and half scottish deerhound - are probably the most "mellow" dogs I have ever had.

And even the beerhounds have killed animals on my farm.

My female beerhound snagged a feral kitten once that tried to cruise through my yard. my male beerhound was accidentally left outside for a couple hours in the ass end of a morning once (in a secured yard) and he managed to kill a guinea, a hen, and a rooster, DESPITE being mostly blind. My whole pack got ahold of a feral kitten I was taming once, when I left my farmsitter in charge while I was out of town for a day. I was attached to all of those critters, yes, even the fucking guinea. I was disappointed and upset that they were killed.

I did NOT take those dogs "out to the gravel pit and shoot them in the head".

TWO of my malinois (that have both since passed due to old age) had managed to catch at least one lamb each and had a big ole time. One of those malinois managed to kill *three* lambs in his life, because every time I managed to thwart his ability to reach them one way, he would find another fucking way. Now, my farm is a hobby farm, and my livelihood doesn't depend on my livestock - more like my livelihood is dragged *down* by my livestock, if I was being honest - but I'm not in this shit to kill animals. EVERY animal death on my farm is terrible and tragic and *MY FAULT*.

Not the dogs'. Not the cats'. Not the sheeps'. ...okay, so the year that one horse I had started killing newborn lambs... that was his fault. But know what I didn't do? I didn't take the horse out back and shoot him in the head. I moved him into a pen where he couldn't get to the lambs and then I looked for a new home for him that didn't have lambs. (And no, I have no idea why he started killing them, except that he'd never been on a farm with sheep before, and hey, guess what? That made the issue MY fault, too! I should have been more cautious about assuming that he'd be fine with lambs since he had no issue with sheep. That was MY BAD.)

Every single time a dog managed to capture an animal and kill it, that was on ME for allowing it to happen. For allowing the circumstances that put that animal in the place where it was *able* to be caught. That put that dog in a position where it had access to something that would trigger its instincts to that degree.

My placid, sweet, docile sighthounds? Borzois and Deerhounds are HUNTING DOGS. They are bred to hunt wolves and the european version of our elk. And they are damn good at it.

My malinois? Malinois are herding dogs... the type of herding dog known as a "header" rather than a "heeler", because they use their predatory instincts to intimidate their herds and flocks into moving where they want by giving them a true and real predatory staredown, and when that fails, *biting them in the fucking face*. Or trying to, anyway. Herding dogs are NOT "livestock guardians". They aren't there to *protect* the livestock... (so that whole "sheepdog" movement about worshiping cops and gun nuts "protecting" the populace just makes me fucking laugh, but I digress) they are there because they are, at heart, a *predator* whose instincts have been honed to help us manage and move livestock.

But even my true livestock guardian dogs - all great pyrenees - will only take so much from their livestock before even *they* will attack to protect themselves. I have horses and sheep and cows and geese and chickens all free roaming in the same pastures. The cows, when the most recent pyrs arrived, got snarky and stupid with the pyrs, and tried to intimidate them. The dogs put up with it for a while, until they felt threatened by the charges, and then they chased back. And if the cows hadn't quit their shit, the pyrs would have actually drawn blood, because the dogs know they are there to protect their livestock, but they won't let the livestock kill them to do it. But the cows learned, and now the pyrs only chase predators and "pests". BUT! One of the livestock dogs *does* have a taste for baby chickens. Adult chickens are perfectly safe, but there is just something that is TOO tempting about chicks up to a certain size, and if he has the opportunity, he'll munch one down in about two seconds flat.

My hens have adjusted to guarding their chicks better... because I didn't take that dog out back and shoot him.

COULD I stop him from snacking on baby chicks? Sure. I would literally have to break him to do so. Like, break his spirit until he was a shadow of himself, I mean, and then he would be an absolutely worthless livestock guardian. Just like stopping my sharper malinois from snacking on lambs would literally destroy them, and their ability to train for the kind of independent problem solving I GOT them for. And I am honestly not sure if I could break the sighthounds of their prey drive... it's just too intrinsic to their blood and soul.

HOWEVER! What I *can* do is ensure that none of these dogs are put into a position where they can make that decision in the first place. Every feral cat that shows up on my farm now gets trapped and fixed, so I don't *have* kittens scampering through the secure dog yard anymore. I have organized my fences and pastures better to exclude dogs from the pasture unless I allow them in... and my current malinois problem child, even though I *think* she just wants the chase rather than the kill, I have a set routine that ensures that she never has the freedom to even *attempt* to access the pasture where the sheep are. Inevitably, that will not be foolproof, and I do expect that someday, she'll figure out a way, or I will literally fuck up, and she'll get out there, or one of them into the yard, and she'll get herself her first lamb.

And I won't take her out back to shoot her for it, either. Because she's a dog. She's a dog who has all the instincts that I PICKED her to have, which means she is NOT livestock safe, and so it is incumbent upon ME to ensure everyone's safety. Because yes, I am training her... but there really *are* limits to the amount of instinct resistance one can impose on a dog, when you deal with the level of dogs I do.

And when the accident happens, I'm *still* not going to kill that dog. I'm probably not even going to rehome it, which would have been the CORRECT fucking response to a dog killing your chickens or your neighbor's goat (rehoming). I'm most likely going to examine exactly how *I* fucked up to allow the accident to even occur, and try to figure out how to keep that from ever happening again. Because that is the CORRECT response, and not to sociopathic one.

And before anyone comes for me with the, "but not every dog can be saved", yeah, I fucking know. I took in two dogs once, and tried my hardest to rehab them. One had attacked a child, one had attacked a horse. The child... The story I was told was that it was provoked, and I believed that. The horse? I saw that one happen, and it was a case of excessive prey drive and an unstable dog - a bad situation that was HUMAN CAUSED. I took both dogs in to try and save their lives, because both owners *wanted* to "shoot" their dogs right then and there...

And I failed. I spent a year each working on those dogs, and I couldn't fix them enough that they would ever be safe, except for one of them in a very specific situation that 1) I couldn't find, and 2) couldn't guarantee would not change. They were two of the only dogs in my life that I was ever actually afraid around. And I couldn't fix them. I could not make them "safe enough" to go to new homes. Their quality of life sucked, and it wasn't fair to them. Hate me if you want, but, yes. I had them put down - safely, quietly, and *humanely* at a vet's office after an evaluation, where the vets agreed with my opinion. What I did not do was take them out back immediately and shoot them. I gave them a chance, tried to fix their training, and gave them time and security. So no, not all dogs *can* be saved, but all dogs deserve the CHANCE to be saved.

A 14 month old hunting dog deserved better than to be shot in the fucking head in the back woods because he killed some chickens. That bullshit didn't make Noem a "country girl", or some sort of rural badass, or "pragmatic"... it made her a fucking sociopath.

And anyone who agrees that she "did the right thing"? Can suck my fat fucking ass. I'll stake out an acre for you, you fucking sociopath.

[nonomnismoriar1992]

Roommate AU

(The very beginning of how things went)

A knocking came to the door or one of the rooms for the apartment complex, Hattie opened the door, “oh hello ma’am, is everything alright?” She nodded her head, “yes we just wanted to come ask permission from you, we have a new person wanting to come in with a past life close to yours, we were wondering if you’d be okay with him being your roommate before he send him to being alone.” Hattie pondered the question it was early in the morning, well 9 o’clock in the morning but still, too early for Hattie to function.

Hattie hesitated for a moment before nodding his head, “sure why not, I could use the company.” “Great! I’ll tell him the news then.” She walked away and Hattie closed the door excited before slightly panicking. “I should really clean this place then” it wasn’t that his room was super messy with trash, it’s just there was a lot of stuff was lying around. Music, papers, little bit of trash, there was a pizza box on the table in the living room from last night.

He was overall excited though, if it was someone around his time period then he figured they could get along quiet well. Or so he thought

After about maybe a day or two Hattie’s roommate finally arrived, and thats when Hattie’s excitement completely disappeared. His new roommate was non other than Henry Ravenswood himself. Hattie was furious, “I pretty sure they’re supposed to tell you who your new roommate will be before you accept” he thought. “Although I guess it’s my fault for not asking who it was” he stood there with a fake smile as she left Henry alone with him. Hattie wasn’t in the mood to fight and guessing by the expression on Henry’s skull, he wasn’t really either. “Hello Mr. Ravenswood, lovely to finally meet you in the person. Would you like for me to show you your room, I made sure to clean it all up for your stay.” Henry just nodded, which Hattie found slightly odd. Hattie opened one of the doors and looked at Henry, “welcome home Mr. Ravenswood, I do hope you enjoy it here.” He said through gritted teeth. Henry looked at Hattie, “thank you. And please, call me Henry.” He then went into his room and closed to door, nodding a thank you one last time to Hattie, “I will let you know when dinner is” he said as Henry closed the door.

He hesitated before leaving, he decided to be nice, “I’ll be back just gonna go out to get some groceries.” He lied as he left. He texted his family and friends to meet him in the graveyard by the mansion. After about 25-30 minutes Hattie, sat with everyone in the graveyard and they knew something was wrong when they saw Hattie’s expression. “So I so wonderful yea to spill with all of you.” He claimed sarcastically, they all were engaged with whatever he had to tell. “So I got a new roommate and guess what, it’s fucking Mr. Ravenswood himself.” “Didn’t the person tell you who your new roommate would be?” Maleficent asked, leaning against one of the tombs. “No! She didn’t she just fucking came to my door and told me I’d have a new roommate who lived kind of around my time. She never told me who the fuck it was.” “So what are you gonna do then?” Ezra asked his brother. “I can eat him, been a while since I’ve had a good meal.” Predastar claimed with a devilish grin, in his dragon form, lying behind Hattie. Hattie laughed at predastars statement before going back to be serious. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I don’t want to go through all that work they just went through to bring him here, just to kick him out, although that sounds really nice.” “Why did you agree to this to begin with?” Jafar asked sitting next to maleficent, his wife. “I don’t know, she just told me that it was someone who lived around my time period, which let’s be honest is a totally lie, I was born 4 years after his death year. But anyway she told me that and I was like it can’t be that bad, we could get along if it’s someone around my time period and I could use the company. She never told me it was Henry fucking Ravenswood!” He yelled in anger. “So what now just gonna let him live in your apartment?” Maleficent question. Hattie’s pondered on that question, “I guess right now my plan is just to see what happens, but if he has any funny ideas.” He said pulling out a hatchet. “He’s already dead.” Maleficent said like Hattie was stupid, “yea well he’s gonna be even deader.” He said in a serious tone. Ezra, Skye, and Predastar chuckled at Hattie while everyone else look at him like he was stupid.

After about maybe an hour and a half, he finally came back, Henry was no where to be seen. Henry walked up to Henry’s door and knocked gently waiting for a response. He was startled when Henry opened the door. This time in his human form. He looked very tired, his eyes were very sunken and there were really dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were also slightly red and shiny, like he was crying, which confused Hattie. “Umm..just checking on you. Dinner should be here in about 5-10 minutes.” Henry just nodded his head. “Okay just let me know when it gets here.” Hattie nodded his head. He walked over and sat on the couch before turning in the tv. He just put it on a random channel before grabbing one of his guitars and playing it to pass the time. After about a solid 15 minutes a knock came on the door. He opened it and it was food. “Henry! Dinner is here!” He yelled, hoping Henry would come out, which he did. Hattie thought for a while before letting out a sigh. “Ugh I’m gonna regret this.”

Henry walked over to the kitchen counter and looked at the food, “Mexican tonight.” Hattie chuckled, “yea sorry, I’m better a baking then cooking. My brother is better at cooking than I am. I just usually get food delivered here, but I always do try to make healthy choices, sometimes.” He said looking over at the pizza box. “Anyway,” he claimed pushing a small little tray towards Henry. “Here’s your portion, I do hope you like it.” Henry nodded his head before taking it, “thank you.” He tools it and started to make his way back to his room. Hattie’s hesitated before sticking to the plan. “Wait! Why don’t you stay out here with me, let’s play a card game or watch tv and talk, you’re my new roommate after all.” Henry hesitated, his hand in the door Knob to his room, he stuttered, “are…are you sure.” “Why not?” Hattie said with a smile, hoping it would entice him to agree. Henry let out a sigh before talking again. “I’m not stupid Hattie, you’re the famous hatbox ghost and if your like the others, you hate me. And I don’t blame you I’d hate me too. So why are you trying to be my friend, I’m literally the Henry Ravenswood himself. No one likes me. Everyone hates me, so why are you torturing yourself trying to do something that makes you uncomfortable.” He looked back at his door, opening it before, “sorry Hattie but I’d rather hide in my room like I did in my own manor than face this cruel world all over again.”

He walked into his door only to be stopped but Hattie appearing in front of him. “Okay, okay yes you’re right. I don’t know why I’m doing this either. And I know what you’ve done, we all do and yes you’re horrible for that and what you did is beyond repair and unforgivable.” He let out a deep sigh, “but I’m also friends with other Disney villains as well. I’m friends with maleficent and Jafar and sure they didn’t do things as bad as you but still they were villains. And looking back at when I told you dinners on the way, something is clearly wrong. I can sense you regret your decision, heck I can see it in your eyes, you’ve been crying Henry. Which is very out of character for you. And also once again, your my new roommate and I don’t know how long you planning on staying here but, I guess at least one conversation tonight won’t kill you,…well again that is.” He chuckled at his own joke but then smiled inside when he saw a smile creep on Henry’s face. He hesitated for a while before finally nodded his head, “okay.” For the rest of the night the two talked and watched tv, mainly YouTube, and played some games as well. Hattie showed Henry his PS4 and Henry said he as played before. They played a couple games and talked as well. Hattie was surprised he was actually getting along with this man. He was still very suspicious of him and kept a close on him but over all had fun with him. It was probably around midnight before they finally went to bed. Hattie was overall surprised, Henry’s was actually kind of fun to be around, but he still had high suspicion of him and kept a close eye on him, but overall, deep down, he had a feeling that he might not be a bad roommate after all.

[beif0ngs]

everyone on tumblr @Buggy the 🤡 right now 

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Clockwork sees how stressed Danny is from trying to be the goodest boy and never do anything remotely bad that could turn him evil and thinks he may have overdone it. At this rate his panic over never doing anything evil is going to force him to emotionally burn out and stop caring. Then he'll turn evil anyway.

So Clocky does something that sounds completely ridiculous in theory. He scoops Danny up and drops him into a universe full of superheros and villains and tells him to "Do whatever you want. There will be no consequences for you." Then he leaves.

And just like that, Danny goes apeshit. He decides to do the one thing he always wanted to do but was too afraid to because he didn't want to be judged, or worse, forced to join his parents.

He becomes a supervillian. Not as Phantom, no. But as Fenton! He goes full super genius mad scientist and terrorizes whatever city he's in. The local superhero is being driven insane as Danny builds death rays, shrink rays, his own modified version of the GAV, ect.

The best part if that the local heros can never catch him for long and when he is caught he always escapes before he is transported to whatever facility they wanted him in. He always ends up back in his home dimension where he goes back to acting normal and no one from either human dimension or the Infinite Realms knows what he's up to (except the stop watch of course)

After a particularly fun day in which Danny highjacks all broadcasting services to teach everyone in the world how to make insulin at home so you didn't have to pay a ridiculous amount for necessary medication, the Justice League was now on his tail.

Danny just laughs, thinking there's no way they'd ever be able to arrest him. Little does he know some guy calling himself Batman is leading the mission and he has no intention of arresting him. Danny, much to his horror, becomes far to familiar with adoption papers. As in he keeps having to set them on fire.

[woo-wahhhh]

[ too much energy ] "kaji..."

"what?!"

"did you seriously just walk into my shop, before class, and already injured?" you scowled back, rolling your eyes as you regarded his relaxed figure in the doorway. a part of you marvelled how he looked perturbed by your disbelief than he was of the blood freshly running down his arm. "you have way too much energy this early in the morning, dude."

"look, clown me all you want, but let's get one thing straight," he grit out. he jabbed a finger vindictively at you, followed by the insanely loud clacking of his stupid lollipop against his teeth. "i didn't get into a fight."

"colour me impressed," you couldn't help but quip sarcastically, though you motioned him to come closer to where you were rummaging under the counter. you were grateful that being so early, no one had come into buy flowers yet, since it would be a bit of a jump scare to find a man bleeding out.

"shut up," he hissed, glaring perpetually while he took a seat behind your counter, and sticking his arm out. it was amusing, how someone could look annoyed yet so charming in the same action. you almost wanted to comment on the his childish appearance, but you had a feeling he'd slap his headphones on and dash out if you did.

"well?" you prompted, pulling out a first aid kit and setting it on the counter. "what happened to your arm then?"

you could feel his hawkish gaze trail after your every move, scrutinizing each action with such intensity, you couldn't tell if he was pissed off or if he was under an enchantment.

"that granny lost her cat again," kaji said simply.

this boy, you cursed internally as you pulled out disinfectant and bandages. "and?"

"what do you think happened?" he scowled, canines flashing as he grit his teeth at the sting of the ointment. "it fucking scratched me when i caught it." he shook his fringe out of the way, perhaps to properly express his annoyance.

"you look much more handsome when you're angry," you blurted out, reaching up to push his hair back without thinking too much– after all, he was your boyfriend. but more importantly, it was much to his incredibly visible chagrin– by habit, he flinched, automatically trying to grab at his headphones, but he couldn't shake off your grip on his arm, leaving him to clutch one side like a damsel in distress, eyes wide and horrified.

but he calmed down quickly enough when you didn't pay him mind, too accustomed to his shenanigans, humming lightly as you focused on the bandages and keeping the heat from dancing up your spine. there was a simmering tension between you; unspoken, though his eyes were dead set on your nimble movements, the distinct weight of his gaze telling you he wouldn't look away, or more properly, he couldn't.

once you finally looked up from your finished work, you noted his eyebrows were knit together, the permanent glare on his face still written in stone, but his tone was somehow gentler than he let on. "look me in the eyes if you're gonna say stuff like that."

silence ensued, of course, your eyebrows quirking up as the obvious dangled from your tongue.

"kaji, you just looked like you were about to bolt outta here,"

"well, yeah, how else am i supposed to act when you say that?"

"i- i don't know," you stammered, suddenly hyperaware of how he wasn't looking away, how his eyes were practically tracing over every contour of your face with the intensity that could burn. "maybe- maybe act a bit more touched?"

"touched?" he echoed, a bit of incredulous sneer in his voice as he hopped off his seat. the abruptness of it all startled you as your back unwittingly hit the counter, and before you could make your own grand escape, he placed an arm on each side of you, effectively caging you in.

the sudden change up from the incredibly flustered kaji to this steamrolling behaviour made your head spin as you gaze up at him with wide eyes that were only met with a grey, smouldering gaze with the intensity of a storm.

"here," kaji swiftly popped out the lollipop from his mouth, holding it to you. you hesitantly took it from his hand, the question of "what the hell, dude?" bubbling at your lips when without a warning, he grabbed your face and kissed you.

short and sweet, but somehow still awfully fierce for that early in the day– you expected nothing less from ren kaji.

"now what was about?" you giggled as you pulled back, dotingly reaching up to smear your lip gloss onto his chapped lips. an act of giving and receiving, one could even say, since he'd left you with the sickeningly sweet taste of caramel on your tongue. "do you like it when i call you handsome?" you teasingly chimed.

"shut up," kaji grumbled once again, pushing his hair back and pressing his forehead against yours. "you looked cute and i just felt like it, that's all." maybe to someone else, that wasn't a fulfilling response, but you knew how straightforward kaji was, and that he wouldn't lie about something like that.

"well, if you're feeling like it then," you whispered, your lips bumping into his as you spoke, "you should kiss me again."

"demanding," kaji huffed out, though he hoisted you up onto the counter anyways without breaking a sweat, a small, but cocky smile on his face when you grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life.

"oh my god, at least warn me!" you complained. maybe you really should have kept an eye on the door, but with his figure before you, and slotted between your legs and the his hand gently coaxing you forward by the nape of your neck, it was hard to care.

"you have way too much energy to yap in the morning," he chided indignantly, but the way he was already leaning up suggested otherwise.

"hey, you're the one who–!"

"morning, (name)! did kaji already pop by– oh,"

"w-w-we'll just– uh– s-see you at school, k-kaji!?" enomoto managed to croak out before they both scurried away with mildly red faces, reminding you less of the teenage gang members they were and more of children.

you almost fell off the counter, had it not been for kaji's reflexes, but the damage had been done, and the lollipop he'd entrusted you with fell to the floor with a dull thud as enomoto and kusumi blinked at the two of you with horrified expressions.

"hey boys," you greeted casually with a wave.

"oh my, we've made a scandal, darling," you joked– regrettably, or so you thought later in the day when the rest of the tamon team's second years started cooing at at poor kaji. perhaps it was a lesson to not be so energetic in the mornings from then on.

[temeyes]

*taps your shoulder*

Ghost would 100% definitely be the type to say put*ngina (heneral luna style) in any social context po

*runs away* 🏃‍♀️💨

so true (he's like me like for real)

[barrel-crow-n]

Having my headcanon that Kaz actually speaks lots of languages (because of his great memory and love of spying and eavesdropping) and that he makes Nina translate for no reason because he finds it funny be supported by @19burstraat is so validating

[aroaceleovaldez]

we don't talk enough about the off-hand note in TLH where Jason says one of his titles is "Consul to demigods"

and it's like. never elaborated on. what does "consul to demigods" entail? what does that mean. Was his pontifex maximus title actually completely redundant because he was already supposed to be the proxy between Camp Jupiter and the gods? But also it's not consul of Camp Jupiter, it's consul to demigods in general. What does it mean?

[hopezzy]

one of my favorite things about cutie pie is the juxtaposition of how the two pairs of best friends treat each other

kuea and diao are always like: bestie congratulations!!! i love you so much let me give you a kiss my best friend!!! how could i live without you??? lets run off to an island and marry each other instead!!!

and yi and lian are just like: why the fuck are you here, you’re bothering me. did the clown car pop a tire out front?? some of us have fucking jobs you know

[kindaasrikal]

Its so funny to remember that in the early seasons, the ninja were literally just some guys in ‘pyjamas’ to the rest of ninjago.

Its even funnier to remember that these were pre-teens saving them every other day 😭

[colorfulcosmoscat]

I ask u to consider...

(In response to your request post hehe !)

..Scott and Knives parallel-playtime with babysitters Kim and Ramona

Something like Knives furiously doing little crafts and dumping glitter everywhere except the paper, while Scott is just trying to line up his sonic figurines by release date :']]

the kiddos!!!! :D

[doodlesonly]

So we found the sole existing gun in @shonen413 ‘s campaign

[friendlyfangs]

New character for Silent Hill: Reverie maybe?

[kittenfangirl20]

*Charlie and Lucifer start watching Bridgerton, when they finish watching the first season*

Lucifer: Colin better turn his butt around and tell Penelope that he is in love with her. He is going to regret it if he doesn’t.

Charlie: Why do I feel like this isn’t about just Colin Bridgerton.

Lucifer: Why would you say that Char Char, do you think that I see myself in Colin and I see Adam in Penelope? Now I am haunted by images of Adam loving me how Penelope is loving Colin and how heartbroken Adam would get because I was an idiot who didn’t see that we were meant for each other.

Charlie: You said it, I didn’t.

*Lucifer was upset until he got to Season 3 and his favorite ship got together and he really empathized with how Colin always wanted to talk about Penelope because he always wanted to talk about Adam*

[pa-pa-patato]

Holly:hey you said that your magic is different from other demons right?

Bendy:*nods*

Holly:*visibly very excited* how so!?

Bendy:….

Bendy:*starts to tear up* I don’t know