#she was a good girl

[dead-in-the-pool]

Thoughts on this image, Mr. Wilson?

im glad their surgery went well 🥰

[mydogisthepreciousthingofmylife]

Love you

Bye bye

[prettypurpleponies]

Had a jumping lesson Tuesday 4/18! It was with Ali who I used to ride with regularly and then I switched to Tara and I’m feeling better about that decision. Ali can be a great instructor but she’s also just really scattered and doesn’t always pay great attention. The lesson was with all of the teenagers and there was a lot of wind and it was a lot of chaos.

For warm up we just did just trot over poles that were set too far and crooked and circles. And then canter poles. It was much easier to get the strides for the canter. Although the wind meant that everybody was feeling themselves and it was a little chaotic. I had to really focus to balance and half halt with my body and not just hold but we mostly able to maintain a good rhythm.

A quick warm up over a cross rail turn challenging with a hard roll back to go the other way (thanks Sam……). But it was fine. And then the actual course was just three jumps but they were all hard and involved hard roll backs.

The first was a giant oxer with a tumbleweed under it and we had our first stop. We ran into the jump. We didn’t have a good distance coming in and then I think she must’ve have seen the second pole and decided to not to die. Ali took down the second pole and we went for it again but it was hard to settle. We got fast and I got tense and added some circles and trot circles to start while being told to just go. But I needed to get a somewhat good canter or just not run, and then Ali told us to just trot it. We trotted it okay and then did the rest of the course (two jumps at a canter. The middle cross rail was fine, and then the last cross rail oxer with a mat under it was a terrible distance and terrible jump but we survived.

Our second go around we were able to canter the first one (still not an oxer) and then do the rest. Our last jump felt really good and I’m proud of that one even though the whole day felt like a mess.

[crieslikeafool]

The Loss of a Friend

TW/CWs: animal death, angst, semi hurt/no comfort

It didn’t happen often, but this time Laswell was the one inviting them all to get drinks. Soap was weary from a long mission, and just got back at the base. Still, he tried not to think too much into it as he showered and dressed in his civvies.

The pub was tiny but not cramped. The tables where all next to each other, so Soap deduced she wasn’t calling them for bussiness. 

They all met in the middle, on a table already served with beers. Laswell made them sit, on one side Gaz, him in the middle, and Ghost, on the other Price and Laswell. 

“I’m really sorry for calling you here, as I know y’al just got back, but something came up.” She sighed. “Something informal, hence why I brought you here.”  

Soap’s eyebrows shoot up. She wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, she always went straight to the point. It was one of the reasons why Ghost liked her so much, so why was she doing it now that there unofficial matters at hands?

“Just get on with it.” Ghost grumbled beside him.

Laswell and Price shared a look, and oh. Soap didn’t like that. He felt his lungs squeeze uncomfortably.

“We had an unexpected loss this morning,” Price started, and Soap felt a shiver coming down his spine. Gaz perked up too beside him, his mouth agape. 

“What the fuck are you talking about? Nobody was KIA.” He said, his dark eyes open wide. “We would have known!”

“I checked myself.” Ghost growled, his body tensing up. He was their commanding officer beside Price. He knew. He needed to know, always, and if he didn’t, he always checked at least three times. Soap saw him do that multiple times, and saw him take their fallen comrades dog tags when something happened. He would have known.

“You are right. Nobody was killed during the mission.” Price continued, his hands coming up on the table. Then, he sighed. His shoulders sagged. “We lost one of our retired comrades. Explosion Detector Specialist K9 Delta 4-1,” he said, Soap’s heart skipping a beat. Ghost tensed. Gaz shook. “Or as we all knew her, Lady Riley.”

Laswell quickly jumped in, “She didn’t suffer. Had an heart attack and was gone in a matter of seconds, as a lot of old animals do.”

Soap was frozen in place.

Ghost snorted. “That’s one ugly joke you threw there, Laswell.” he laughed, but it was squeaky, hysterical. “I played fetch with her yesterday.”

Price looked away, his eyes starting to water. “I’m so sorry Simon.”

Soap was breathless. He thought about it many times, as all people with animals do, but he didn’t really think he would have lived to see it.

Delta 4-1 was one of their associated working dogs. He didn’t like dogs, but his heart made an exception with her. The first time he saw her, she was already on her older years, as she was nearing being six, but she was as powerful as her younger counterparts. 

The whole task force was attached to her deeply, particularly Price and Ghost, and he couldn’t really understand why until she got injured on the field a couple of years later. 

When she got out of surgery, Ghost didn’t leave her side. For days on end he would bring her food and water and lightly play with her through the open gates of the kennel she was recovering in. Price was always near too, always coming to visit her in the moments he could. When Soap went to visit, he played with her and stood confused by Ghost’s gentle touch on her coat. It was then that Price explained.

Price was the one to choose Lady Riley in the bunch of puppies that were available, as it was needed in their task force, and Ghost was her first handler since the moment she opened her eyes. Ghost followed all of her training, loosing a bet to Price, hence the name, and didn’t leave her side since. It didn’t matter if she worked for other people, they always give her back to him when they were both on base.

She was honorably discharged after her injury, as she needed her front leg to be amputed, and was kindly adopted by one of the nurses on base, who brought her back almost everyday.

“They are setting her up. We’ll hold the funeral tomorrow morning with all the honors she derserved.” Price spoke, his own eyes shiny with unshed tears and his own voice sheaky. “Even at almost thirteen, she was still the goodest girl.”

Soap felt Ghost shake beside him, and turned his eyes to look at the man, freezing again. 

Ghost had one hand pressed strongly on his uncovered mouth, and his shoulders were shaking hard. He was quiet, but his tears where clear and streaking his eye grease on his cheeks. Soap’s own cheeks were wet, and he reached out bring Ghost close to him. 

Soap pressed his face into the man’s light hair, his heart beating rapidly and air failing to circulate inside his lungs. 

Ghost grabbed his sweater and pressed his face into his chest, soppressing the sobs starting to escape his mouth. Soap grabbed the back of his neck and kissed his head as he saw Gaz and Laswell holding Price right beside them. Price wasn’t crying, but Soap could see his throat bob from the distance. He was barely keeping it together too, and nobody could blame him for that. 

There waited a long night ahead of them, and an even longer day afterwards, but Soap was ready to get through it. As much as he was undoubtedly sad about the news, he wasn’t nearly as much attached as Ghost and Price were, so if not for himself, he’d do it for them. For Ghost, who was a mess barely contained in his arms, and for Price, who lost another one of his loyal soldiers. 

Notes: 

I’m really sorry for this free angst. I don’t normally write, and this was totally uncalled for but, as it is kinda obvious, I just lost my dog. His name was George, he was a bicolor Cavalier King, I got him at three months old and he would have been ten years old in november. He was the goofiest, scruffiest, most annoying furball of this planet, but he stinked so much all the time cuz he loved dirt-baths, but he was the goodest, most loving boy of the world.

Just as Lady Riley, he died peacefully. We buried him with fragant leaves of the three he always laid under in my garden, and I laid there his little bone-shaped dog tag with his name on it and a young olive tree. 

I’m severely mentally ill, and I’m struggling to find my voice and to feel my grief, so I wanted to dedicate him something I know I can do decently. He deserved the best of the best, and this is the only thing I can do to not only rememeber him myself, but carve his memory where everyone can reach it.

[churroach]

Full of Desires

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny's type in FNAF is so obvious...

[finex09]

Currently: sobbing and being a mess on the toilet over Laika, the Soviet space dog who was the first animal in space and the first animal to die in space

[dimenirvana]

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨𝐨𝐨 😭

[dapper-lil-arts]

So P-E-R-F-E-C-T, let me solve this mystery!!

[camofag]

the public reaction to i saw the tv glow is like a perfect case study into how cis people take up queer spaces and unknowingly mock and enjoy trans suffering. sitting in the theater, i had a pit in my stomach the entire time. so many times, i would tear up and then someone else in the theater would laugh. and i wouldn’t cry because how would they look at me when the lights came back on? because they don’t see it. they don’t see the pain. they think it’s funny. i left the theater completely silent, not saying a word to my boyfriend and he didn’t say a word to me until partway into the drive home. the people around us immediately got to picking it apart, explaining what it all meant to each other, dumbing it down, making theories. cis people see the the movie, just like transness, as something to debate. a conversation. something to dissect because it makes them uncomfortable if they don’t understand it in their easily digestible way.

[demigods-posts]

i'm one hundred percent certain that after percy and annabeth made out underwater. and he wanted to make their relationship official. the question was not "will you be my girlfriend?" but "can i be your boyfriend?" i don't care what the canon says. percy gave annabeth the space to take the lead in the relationship. because after a lifetime of being abandoned by everyone she dared to care for. and then watching her on the brink of a panic attack at the thought of losing him the last four years. he wanted to honor a new beginning between them by follow her lead and moving at her pace.

[chroniccoolness]

genuinely a lot of you need to sit the fuck down and think about whether you actually support transfeminine people or you're just chasers. cause a lot of this site's support seems to be "uwu fuck me big strong dommy mommy" "I want a sexy trans goth gf so bad" etc etc and it's so gross. like i dont think attraction the inherent problem here or anything but when every single post asking "do you actually support trans women/transfeminine ppl?" has some chucklefuck in the notes going "haha yeah, I support her ON TOP OF ME!" it gets really obvious that you do not actually know how to support them without sexualizing them. and that's. really incredibly not okay.

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

The thing that is striking me the most about this album is just how messy and human it is. She’s not holding anything back or trying to appear one way or another. She’s just letting it all out regardless of what anyone might say. She found that trying to be polished and keep all the ugly, imperfect, human stuff in to be stifling and just said fuck it I need to do this for me. This album was an exorcism for her.

[bennyboybenniest]

‘N-Not alone, though.’

‘No. No, not alone.’

Close ups:

[beybuniki]

fishing trip day 2 & 3 🎣🍀