#you can bring your dog

[bluegiragi]

docile.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[kylewon-kenobi]

I had the grand idea to share a nice photo of my new Tumblr blanket in action (resting on a piece of a ikea furniture) but my dogs had other plans.

So here they are having the time of their lives.

[rush-the-stars]

i’ve said this before but vash views brats with a lot of sympathy and he’s unintentionally a pretty good tamer. he doesn’t do it purposely mostly. however. the somewhat condescending pity he gives you is. infuriating.

[fjordfolk]

i don't even think one has to go as far as to unravel the whole idea of breed, registry and stud books, because i know for a fact that in other animals one has managed to have all of these things without going fckn batshit

[cassandracain52]

This weeks Tim/Steph content:

The first time Tim and Stephanie shared their first (real) kiss and it was just as chaotic as the rest of their relationship

Robin (1993) issue #44

Keeping in mind this was immediately after barely escaping having a building blow up on them. They are literally still sitting in the settling dust of broken cement. True love right there

[hajihiko]

That is generally sad because having parents who aren't really abusive or emotionally straining yet- they don't really feel like people who LOVE you? I guess? Like- Hajime's parents were probably just normal everyday parents like Makotos but, I'm just spit Ballin here, they're less optimistic than Makotos parents, who in contrast, always bonded with their children and loved them right off the bat.

You can feel like a stranger in your family, and that sucks. It's no one's direct fault and no one can point to any huge grievance, which makes it hard to pinpoint, which means you never get the Comfort Of Family or the Tools of Dealing With Abusive Parents- you just. Manage.

[thebrainrotsreal]

Thinking about the version of Mark that DID survive out in the wasteland for all those years (???) (post-Angstrom fight). Thinking about him being told he wouldn’t like who he had become. Thinking about Mark whispering “I thought you were stronger” at the bloody corpse crushed into the sand. Thinking about the hot sun and incredibly hot earth and unwavering isolation at such a critically vulnerable point. Mark, stranded and bloody, left to wonder if this was worth trying to protect his family, left to wonder if the violence in him is inevitable, as if it's some evil thing that's always been there, underneath his skin, just now waking. Left to wonder until he trips into spiraling, but no matter how loud he screams these questions into the sky, there is nothing but silence. A corpse for company. Thinking about the crushing weight of loneliness, and your own shocked mind. Thinking about being that way for years and years and years, somehow surviving. Only to become something a younger you wouldn’t "like". And what that looks like.

Thinking about the Mark that did get rescued, and being left to wonder how many times other versions of himself stumble into bad endings. How long until he becomes something he wouldn't like.

[dootznbootz]

As someone with ADHD, you know you're fucking exhausted when you're not even fidgeting. :'D

[gravedigest]

From @just-a-vibing-sock

Lol yeah, no, that world is hell.

Spoilers for the first part of Doing Something? If anyone is going to the fic from here, IG.

The cops are more interested in cosmetics than discussing the guy that just got shot in a high end restaurant, traumatizing an entire dining room of people.

I mean it’s a bunch of rich people, they can go have the event scrubbed from their memory by some highly trained professional. It’s fine. They probably have insurance for that.

And if they don’t, they can go sell that memory for big dollars because hey, wanna see Nevada’s Most Wanted get nuked by some scrawny security guy?

But with your other tags, yeah. If Victor were anyone else, Deimos would probably have wound up like Tricky, failing in an alleyway. Just some dumb jackass who was clearly messing with unregulated hardware, the only people that look into that kind of thing are the conspiracy theorists and other hackers who dance around the deaths of one of their own like crows investigating a dead bird, “How’d that happen? What caused it? What limits were hit and how do we avoid that?”

Maybe Victor being just kind of an unmodified dude lets him be more aware of his surroundings, has a bit more empathy ‘cause he’s not logged into anything. Still sees Deimos as a guy to be sort of envious of despite everyone else looking down on him for running so poorly, just imagine what he’ll be like when they can afford to fix him up.

Like, until Deimos is doing some serious IRL y’know. Crime. Like. Yeah.

But before that, he’s Victor’s dumb but well-meaning roommate who has some problems.

Maybe he’s an annoying little dickhead sometimes, maybe the absolute worst shit comes out of his mouth, but those aren’t the things Deimos gets judged on when he’s outside, that’s what Victor gets to see from actually living with him. Victor gets to be fed the fuck up with Deimos because he has to sit and debate the man on the merits of watching Sports. It’s fun to watch, Deimos. Shut the fuck up. No, don’t go Pepe Silvia on me, get off the Big Entertainment forums you chronically online gremlin and let me watch the nu-olympics in peace. … Unless you need something, okay?

They’re both doin’ their best.

[miekasa]

mie im so sorry i just keep sending you stuff i swear this will be the last onw for awhile

nanami, the handsome, but moreover, respectable and good man of the town, the owner of the bakery in the capital. every mom in town is literally pushing their daughters into his presence, just hoping that he might notice them. he doesn’t, though, as his greatest love in his current life was baking and taking care of his ancestral family business.

nanami who returns from a neighboring country after a year long apprenticeship and god… he’s even more skilled but also even more handsome; broader, taller and somehow even more charismatic. the knights believe that the rigorous curriculum he endured makes him a perfect candidate for you. you are both acquainted, through the countless times you had visited his bakery to have a taste of his town-renowned pastries. they’re so full and smooth, so obviously crafted with love and care. it’s nothing surprising though, as he’s so pleasant himself, the gentle and fleeting touches between you two when you visit him in the silent and dark hours of the early morning, away from the eyes of the court, always make you unusually bashful.

you think nothing of it until a knight hands you a list of the most eligible men in the country and abroad; accomplished and noble men alike, but at the bottom of the list lies nanami’s name. you must admit, he’s quite dear to you, and he would make a fine consort.

— doc dad levi anon

Hehehe. First of all, I’m sorry you sent this in literally MONTHS ago, and I let it rot in my drafts. Finally stumbling upon it again, and I would like us to consider: it’s Satoru, your head knight and personal advisor, who pushes for Kento to be a candidate. Kento is well-loved, strong, determined, skilled, and most importantly in Satoru’s eyes, seems to care for you, and not just the throne you sit upon. 

Satoru also knows a thing or two about the elders of your cabinet, and when you give him a look when you see Kento’s name, Satoru does a terrible job of hiding his grin, “What, do you not approve?” 

You frown, “That’s not the matter, and you know it, Satoru. He doesn’t deserve to deal with the council’s disapproval if I were to pick him. He has a life of his own, one that I will not uproot for trivial reasons, nor for you to entertain yourself by upsetting the elders.”  

Satoru hums at your explanation, carefully taking the scroll from your hands and rolling it into his. He lets that smile creep back onto his lips when he eyes your furrowed brows, expertly flicking the end of the rolled paper in the middle of your forehead. 

“You ought to be greedier, my princess,” Satoru chuckles, “And have a little faith in me. I was left in charge of your list of bachelors, but those old idiots approved of every name—I didn’t even have to make a case for him—I’d say it’s a sign! He’s quite handsome, don’t you think? Other princes are boring and desperate, plus think of all the fine sweets he could teach the kitchen staff to make!” 

You should punish him for hitting you, but you can’t seem to care, only letting his words swarm your mind. So, you heed your advisor’s words, and luckily, Kento makes time for you, graciously allowing you to visit the following week, long before the bakery is to open for the day. You have to question him honestly, unable to drink the tea he’s brewed until you ask, “Did Satoru put you up to this? He can be protective and intimidating when he wants to be, but you needn’t fear if he’s threatened you. I’ll ensure you’re left alone, and I apologize on his behalf if he—” 

You pause, only because you believe this is the first time you’ve heard the baker laugh. It’s light, warm, steady, even. You know Kento to flash an earnest smile from time to time, an enamored one when he’s teaching Yuuji a new technique that he masters quickly, a gentle one when feeding the birds stale crumbs—but true, ringing laughter is new to you. 

“I was neither threatened, nor coerced, by Gojo,” Kento clarifies, reaching for a wooden jar of honey to his left, “He proposed the prospect to me a little over a year ago, and I informed him that I would be willing, so long as I had your mutual approval.” 

“A year ago?” 

Kento nods in confirmation, sweetening your tea to your liking before closing the jar, “He told me it would likely not come to this, but that your elders have been planning to arrange a contest for your hand, should you not choose a suitor within their preferred time frame.”

You nod slowly, grimacing slightly at the reminder—you know it’s only thanks to Satoru’s pestering, and quite frankly, frightening reputation, that they have not had you to take a husband by force. Still, it doesn’t explain why Satoru would be informing Kento of such sensitive information long before an official call for eligible bachelors. 

“He is the one who arranged my apprenticeship, and who provided for Yuuji in my absence, but I accepted both of my own volition. Just as I have accepted the honor to court you, if you’ll have me,” Kento finishes stirring your tea before placing it carefully in front of you. When he looks up, he can see the steam of the hot water dancing in front of your face, swaying slightly when he speaks, “And I am prepared to fight for you hand, and your freedom, if it comes to it.”

[darkwood-sleddog]

tbh i do feel like a lot of sport dog or general dog people's confusion regarding why certain gear not made for specific sports does not work for that said sport comes from a general lack of people who do not have a lot of personal experience wearing sport equipment or doing sports themselves.

Obviously people not having that experience is not a bad thing, we all learn and grow and it's great imo that people want to do active things with their dogs (any little bit you do is positive in my eyes). But it's just a fact to me that when you, personally, have experience with how YOU feel in different type of sports equipment, that knowledge certainly transfers to animal sports as well.

[hungee-boy]

this is so minor is laughable when comparing everything else that veilguard is bringing but im so glad that theres population to each map

kids and animals taking up space too really helps make settlements feel alive and every chance i get i will be nice to the kids and petting the cats

[earl-of-lemongrab-the-first]

going to Costco and maybe Aldi today do u need anything while I’m out? <3

aaaaaa flathead screwdriver. Mmm. Iii got mad and bit my old one in half aaaand now it does not work. Isopropyl alchohol and hhhydrogen peroxide as well.

[cinnamon-bunni]

NOT okay right now im thinking abt pokemon leaving scars on their trainers + everyday, domestic problems.....

[the-rollerchloster]

hungry, thirsty…and stuck 😩

[teabookgremlin]

one of my coworkers today was saying how she pretended that her dog was a service dog so she could bring him in the grocery store and one of my coworkers was treating it like an okay thing to do

i cannot handle people like hey let’s not do that