#I do love rat terriers

[tea-time-terrier]

The beloved rat terrier.

(This is not supposed to be particularly informative)

[aldercaps]

now that i am doing better mentally and its looking like it will just be me and my partners living together next year the dog yearning is back in FULL FORCE

i could get a min pin. give it little jumpers to wear when its cold. could get a jrt/mini fox terrier (we have the australian kind here) and let it do Dog Crimes and varmint hunting. there was a fox terrier/japanese spits cross on trademe the other day that looked JUST like a white buhund and she was perfect in every way. the terrier yearning is SO strong. why can’t manchester terriers be a thing here they are the perfect animals

[sh5]

im really sorry to hear about your dog :( i cant even imagine what you must be going through right now, i hope youre doing okay. and about succession- id def watch it if you think id give you like More Thoughts. of course you're going to grief over it being over, but atleast itll give you something to think about yk? idk. its all up to you, wishing you all the best

Thank you for the kind words! Sorry that I didn’t see this until I sat down to watch the ep, but you were pretty much right! I probably would’ve sat around and cried like I did yesterday if I didn’t have something to look forward to and then distract me. I’ve been the same with work—it’s really, really helped keep my mind off it.

[spywitch]

I really love those like old lady ethical dog breeder ppl bc like how do they get so fixated and dedicated to ONE specific breed? I love almost all breeds so much I can’t even decide what breed I will get next lmao and I’d probably like to get into sports or maybe even shows one day but I don’t even know what breed I’d do

[belfrygargoyles]

huagh

[despazito]

in my old apartment, i had both my little wiry terrier mutt dog (he lives with my mom and dad currently) and my cat. one time i had a mouse running around in my back room - while i was trying to figure out what the hell to do about it i saw my cat just like. watch it scurry right in front of her with only a mildly intrigued look on her face. but a moment after, the second it got close to my terrier he lunged forward and broke its neck so fast and so clean it seemed to surprise him as much as it surprised me. there was literally no blood, just a flash of teeth and it was over. all that to say that i think terriers are tenacious little shits with a prey drive that’s so much larger than their size would imply

i REALLY wish more people who kept barn cats for pest control would instead keep or invite over working terriers to their farms. i love cats but they aren't as reliable, don't fair great against rats, and take a lot of native bycatch when allowed to roam freely.

It's sad because it feels like terrier breeds have just fallen out of favour in general. i'm a zillenial cusper and i remember the tail end of wishbone's popularity and the noughties hot pink purse dog era which included some terriers, it's a shame the latter niche has been replaced by french bulldog ownership..

[cleoselene]

as I am desolately fucking lonely, I sent an email to the Humane Society today inquiring to make an appointment with a 5 year old rat terrier mix. he is with a foster home and not at the shelter so that's why the appointment is necessary, but someone has generously donated the cost of his adoption fee so he is free! Good for me, I am poor.

The listing said he prefers using puppy pads to going outside and that is actually totally fine with me. Ernie was the same and it's not much different than dealing with a litterbox and then the dog is spared the hazards of going outside like worms or whatever. Florida is too fucking hot to do fun stuff outside anyway. For both me and dogs.

Anyway this little guy is described as also loving to spend most of his day asleep. this is also a personality trait I admire lol. A lazy dog who wants to just cuddle and hang out is what Ernie was. I mean he played, we played, but he was a pretty low key dude.

i am just no fucking good without a dog. When Bobo died almost ten years ago, I went and got Ernie the next day. I am single, I don't have kids, my mom is a 45 minute drive away. My roommates give great hugs but the companionship I need is in a dog.

I miss Ernie so fucking bad, it is a painful ache that is I know also me channeling grief and anger and upset about a zillion different things in my life and the world, and I very much need to find a new companion to have a reason to wake up to every day.

Anyway @sylvieons when i showed a pic of the dude said he reminded her of Ben Barnes in dog form which is. fucking hilarious. he got the skinniest legs

[verdantwyrm]

Pet Headcanons:

● Daisuke would own a bunny and would spoil them. He grew up with fish only, but he did research for his rabbit!

○ Anya, I feel like she'd own rats and would love every single one despite their short lives. As I kid, I feel like she owned a small dog, a mutt that was mostly toy poodle.

● Curly feels like a dog person, but I think he would actually be a snake person. Hognoses specifically. As a kid, his family had no pets, but he played with his neighbors pets.

○ Swansea has a dog in canon, but I also feel like he would get another dog when his dog gets older, so the younger dog could keep the senior healthier. He has always owned dogs.

● Jimmy would be in jail, so he gets no pet, but some prisons do have animal programs, so maybe he is doing something there. Maybe with farm animals? He doesn't feel like someone who'd want a pet. He probably had a pet dog as a kid, however.

Daisuke with a little bunny is so cute!!! I think he'd really like beta fish tbh, or really any tropical fish.

Anya definitely is a rat girl, she would take such good care of them. As for her little puppy she would probably have a jack russ or a terrier, something small and yappy, she likes smaller animals so she can cuddle them perfectly.

Curly would love snakes, definitely the kind of kid to go around and pick up the first one he sees and scares everyone else with it, not even intentionally, he just never put danger infront of the cool factor.

Swansea's house would definitely be those famlies with six or eight dogs of varying sizes. He's not much of a cat person. He's an old man let him have his puppies

Jimmy to be feels like a cat owner, simply because they're hunters, independent and agile. He has alot of respect for birds of prey though, and would absolutely own an eagle if he could. He doesn't mind dogs, but they remind him too much of Curly, annoying.

[thesullenfawn]

abby anderson hcs

warnings: none, fem!reader, modern!abby

lowercase intended, pictures are from pinterest and they're not mine

masterlist

♡ she's one of the most gentle people ever, especially with you

♡ always has her hand on you somewhere; so lightly you can barely feel it

♡ lowkey a gym rat

♡ she knows when too much is too much and when to take a break though

♡ yous moved into an apartment together after about two years

♡ yous have a cute doggie, i'm thinking an english bull terrier (biased tbh theyre the sweetest dogs ever)

♡ both of you walk it in the evening after class/work almost daily

♡ she insists on driving every single time both of you go somewhere even though you always offer to

♡ abby has pretty bare socials, probably just highlights on instagram and one ootd with both of you in it on tiktok

♡ you convinced her to do that couples trend that was popular on tiktok where you lift eachother up and stuff (it may or may not have went viral 🫣)

♡ you use your hair masks on her once a week if they also suit her hair type

♡ she also helps you do your hair

♡ you just catch her looking at you like you hung the moon

♡ ugh i love her so much shes just so caring

♡ always tells you that she wants to marry you

♡ you agree

♡ you teach her brainrot jokes since she rarely uses tiktok and you think its funny

♡ "what is skibidi toilet... 😰"

♡ she is more masculine but you still treat her like a pretty princess because she deserves it (as you should)

♡ small spoon sometimes

♡ both of yous have matching rings

♡ also a matching carabiner if you wear one

♡ she almost cries everytime she sees you with children and the same goes for you when you see her with them

♡ again shes just the most gentle person ever

♡ i feel like yous dont really get into massive arguments that often because yous try to talk everything out

♡ overall shes just the best i love her so much

palestine info 🇵🇸🇵🇸

[em1e]

宗谷 // PUPPY LOVE ⠀ ༝ ༝ souya kawata [ angry ] ⠀༝ ༝ 900 words ⠀ ⚠︎ fluff ! ⠀ — souya is is like a dad - says he doesn't want a pet but babies it once it's home.

souya kawata was rarely a man of few words. 

usually, he has something to say, a quick quip always on his tongue ingrained into him from being constantly argumentative with nahoya the entirety of his life. but, as he stares at you, the bag of to-go ramen from his shop hanging loosely from his fingers, he can’t help but only stare in shock. 

here, in your shared apartment, you sat on the floor with a baby gate surrounding you. in that baby gate was . . . a puppy. small terrier, he thinks, based on what he can see. 

you perk up at the sound of him setting the bags on the counter, whispering something to the dog, who only yaps in response, following at your heel as you stand and step over the gate. 

“hi baby.” you smile, wrapping an arm around his waist and standing on your toes, “how was work?” 

“good.” he greets you with a kiss your forehead, soft in your presence, before his brows furrow and he nods his head to the elephant in the room, “puppy sitting for a friend?” 

“hm?” you pretend to be oblivious, head tilting as you turn to follow his gaze, “oh, no.” and still, despite him clearly bringing it up, you don’t clarify what the baby gate is doing there, why there’s a puppy barking from inside it as it tries to crawl out of the gate, or why there are various unopened toys, food, and puppy pads sitting on the counter beside where he’s just put the food down, “what’s for dinner?” you ask, moving past him to take the ramen out. 

“ramen,” he moves towards the gate, towering over the puppy who seems to just want to run free in the apartment, “who’s dog is this then?” 

“ours.” you answer easily, grabbing two bowls from the cabinets and chopsticks for the two of you. 

“ours?” he parrots, turning on his heel to watch you casually make you both plates, “that’s something we should talk about, isn’t it?” 

“we did.” you remind him, bringing the bowls to the table and gesturing for him to come sit, “last week, after we broke in the new bed-” 

“it was a hypothetical, us getting a dog.” his frown twitches to a scowl. of course you’d use him in such a vulnerable state for your own agenda, “we still should’ve gone together. what if i don’t like rat dogs.” despite his annoyance, he sits across from you and mumbles a quick thank you for this meal. 

“but you do,” you continue where he stopped, picking up some noodles and blowing on them, “her name is sugaoku, after the shop.” you smile, and god he really wants to be upset with you but you just look so cute. 

his eyes flit behind you, to the puppy who has mysteriously gone quiet, “yeah, well sugaoku is peeing on the floor,” he nods his head towards the gate, and you drop the chopsticks to whip around as if he could be lying, “and i will not be cleaning it up.” 

you pout, pushing back from the table to open the pack of puppy pads and grab a wad of paper towels while mumbling i knew i forgot something. 

he grins, when you can’t see him, blowing on his own bite of noodles before putting it in his mouth. he couldn’t stay upset with you if he tried. 

and, despite telling you ‘you got the dog, she’s your responsibility’, souya still finds himself taking her out when his alarm goes off. like clockwork, he’d open the door to her crate, hook the leash onto her collar, and take her down the three flights of stairs so she could go potty - a cup of coffee in one hand, leash in the other, while he fantasized about staying in bed with you a little longer. 

it’s really domestic, settling into a new routine of taking care of a plus one, with the work split between the two of you. 

“do you have everything?” it’d be hard for a normal person to pick up on his worry, but you catch it easily with the slight way his brows furrow in, with the way he grips the bag holding all the puppy supplies. you laugh a little. 

“yes, souya, everything is in there. three bottles of water, the portable bowl, snacks, some toys, her collar if the harness gets too hot, and the poop bags. can we go now?” 

he peeks into the bag, scanning over everything despite you already checking it yourself two other times, “okay, yeah. i just want to be sure.” 

“we’re bringing more stuff for her than us.” you point out, taking the leash from his hands to hook it to sugoaku’s harness, “you’re worrying for nothing. s’not like we’re gonna be there all day.” 

he scowls, “i know that, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.” he pulls the bag over his shoulder, and souya honestly looks really cute, despite the face he’s making, with the bright bone-print of the backpack contrasting greatly with the rest of his vibe. 

you pinch at his cheek, leaving him to scowl further and swat your hand away, “let’s just go already.”  “aye, aye captain.” you mock salute, picking up sugoaku to make the trip out of the apartment quicker, and souya scoffs at how you seem  to baby her.

for @cu7ie !!

[thethirdromana]

Hello there! 🦇

The October Dracula entries are heart-clenching and teeth-gritting, so I thought I might try my luck with a very light-hearted question:

What sort of terriers do you think Arthur conjured up at Carfax? That is, what breed might one expect from a Lord of his social standing? 😁

Toy terriers? Bullterriers? Bedlingtons? 🤔😁

(I ask you this as I have seen a few of your wonderful history-related posts - apologies if this is outside your cup of coffee! 😁)

Have a lovely day, anyway!

I have to admit that I know very little about the history of dog breeds and I don't really know where to start looking! But I'm going to have a go anyway.

I had assumed that Arthur's terriers are a bit unexpected for the son of Lord Godalming, who you might expect to be associated more with aristocratic hunting dogs, but Sir Walter Scott had a Dandie Dinmont terrier (the breed was named after a character in one of his novels) and Edward VII had a wire fox terrier. So that to me suggests that this isn't so much about social standing and is probably just about personal preference. There are definitely dogs that have upper/lower class connotations but terriers don't seem to have any particularly strong associations in that respect.

I had a look at A History and Description of the Modern Dogs of Great Britain and Ireland, part 1: The Terriers, published 1894. One thing we do know about Arthur's terriers is that they're excellent at catching rats. The book is particularly enthusiastic about bull terriers as rat-catchers:

I think I am quite correct in calling Jemmy Shaw's (London) extraordinary little rat-killer Jacko, a bull terrier, perhaps one fourth bull. This historical creature died in 1869, and amongst other deeds he succeeded in killing sixty rats in 2min 40sec; 100 rats in 5min 28sec; and 1000 rats in less than 100min!

I'm not sold on Arthur's dogs being bull terriers though, because a bull terrier is quite a sensible-looking dog:

That's not anything that can be described as a 'so little dog', as Van Helsing does. That's a serious dog. That's a dog with a job.

A History of Modern Dogs also notes ratting ability in Irish terriers, Scottish terriers, fox terriers, Dandie Dinmont terriers (which are now rare), black and tan terriers (which are now extinct), Airedale terriers... in fact, basically anything that's not a toy terrier, which is a pity because I really want Arthur's 'so little dogs' to be as little as possible.

So I think I would pick Dandie Dinmont terriers (left). Look at them! They are so little! And the association with Sir Walter Scott feels satisfying, in a Dracula context, since Mina talks about reading Marmion.

This also lets me talk about one of my favourite historical dogs, Callum, who was a Dandie Dinmont terrier. Here's Callum in a portrait from 1895, looking ferocious with a rat:

Callum belonged to Mr James Cowan Smith, who left £55,000 in his Will to the Scottish National Gallery (£3.2m today), but on the condition if they accepted it that they would display the portrait of Callum in the gallery. Permanently.

And he's still there today.

[tea-time-terrier]

I’m getting back on tumblr for the first time in at least 5 years. Now I have a Rat Terrier too!!! I got so excited when I saw your sweater post ❤️❤️ this is Joyner! We compete in conformation, fastcat, and scent work through the AKC. Do you compete in any dog sports?

Ahh that's so awesome!! I love seeing more rat terriers! Joyner looks like a solid guy👌

We are dabbling in dog sports. Pike's titled in conformation, rally, scent detection, and tricks. She's a really fun dog to try a variety of sports and activities with!

[ceruleanwhore]

People have talked about how a lot of the Ikemen games give all the suitors pets, so I thought I’d make a post of what pets I think the ikepri guys would have. 

WARNING: there’s a spoiler about Gilbert at the end, but the kind where you’d probably have to look something up to know what it is. Take that as you will.

Jin would absolutely have a small monkey that he’d wear on his shoulder into town as another way to pick up women. I could also see him training said monkey to steal little things from particular people he points out both as a way to get stuff from people for like his job but also as another, more contrived way to get women to talk to him. Think about it: Jin having his pet monkey steal a beautiful woman’s scarf so she has to chase it back to him and then he pretends to be surprised and disappointed that his pet did that and returns the object to its owner who now is falling for his charm and starting to think that maybe the monkey isn’t so bad.

Chevalier would have a cat because, as Sebastian from Black Butler once said, they do not say useless things or do them, plus they tend to be independent, clean, and kill vermin. He’d manage to find a cat that’s pretty much silent and never meows and also is fairly independent so, aside from occasionally curling up on Chev’s lap (silently) while he’s reading, it doesn’t require much from him.

Clavis would get a loud, messy dog like a rat terrier or a hound that he would deliberately not train to get rid of those typically undesirable behaviors because he likes the chaos and it annoys Chev and Sariel.

Leon would have a peregrine falcon. In older times, like the sort of time period ikepri is set in, there was a hierarchy of which birds of prey guys could have depending on what their title was as royalty or nobility, and princes got peregrines, so I think that’s appropriate.

Yves would have some kind of bird, I’m thinking a rosy-faced lovebird. I could see it being a gift one of his brothers brought back for him from another country where they’re native, since it seemed that Yves could use a friend.

Licht would have an Irish wolfhound that he’d take for very long walks every morning at some ungodly hour when normal people are asleep.

Nokto would have a ferret. Being as clever as he is, he’d do well with an equally clever pet, plus he’ll be able to properly care for it and train it. I could see him teaching his ferret a bunch of tricks, including sneaking into locked rooms and unlocking doors from the inside.

Luke would have a fucking badger. Idk it just makes sense to me.

Sariel wouldn’t have a pet of his own but, since the king’s death, he would take over the duties of caring for the late king’s gyrfalcon until a new king is chosen and that bird then goes to whoever Emma picks to be the next king. This is also coming from that bird hierarchy I mentioned with Leon.

Rio would have a bunny because it reminds him of Emma. He is a golden retriever, so it wouldn’t make sense for him to then get a dog, but something that reminds him of his beloved Emma makes sense for him. He’d ‘joke’ about how it’s to keep him company while she’s at work and how he pretends it’s her and they have long conversations or whatever.

Silvio would have something really small and cute like a stoat that’s like the dead opposite of Silvio. He would’ve rescued it somehow and from there he’s just really attached to it and protective of it.

Keith would be really fond of the fish in the pond at the Jade palace and that’s as close as he gets to having a pet because he’s a sad boi who doesn’t trust himself not to hurt the things and people he loves.

Gilbert would have a golden eagle (more of that bird stuff) and he would 1000% keep that secret from anyone outside the Obsidian royal palace, because it’s a giveaway of who he really is. Also, I feel like he would actually have a close relationship with his bird, plus I do think rather than using the bird for hunting like actual royalty did, he would use it to intimidate people and also to send messages occasionally.

[rumbelleshowdown]

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Author: LikeASparkInTheDark

Group: C

Prompts: Sunset. She doesn't "like" you! Size matters.

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Second Hand Assumptions

“Father, where’s Tilly?” 

Moe French turned, looking at his daughter blankly, “She was just here, I almost tripped over her loading the truck.”

Belle bit her lower lip continuing to look through the store. She had left briefly to pick up the keys to the library from the mayor.

She didn’t bring Tilly along because she wasn’t sure how dog friendly her new town was, she left her with her father hoping Tilly’s separation anxiety wouldn’t spike.

“I can’t find her anywhere, where is she?” Belle’s voice was panicked. She was in a new town, and no one knew her or Tilly except her father. 

Moe’s mouth was in a grim line, “I don’t know Belle, she might have just snuck out.”

“Were there any customers while I was gone?” She asked, trying to think of an explanation for her missing Australian Terrier.

“No customers, but that bloody Mr. Gold was here to remind me I was late on rent,” Moe paused thoughtfully, “maybe he saw her as an opportunity for collateral.”

Belle’s eyes widened, “He wouldn’t hurt her would he?”

“That man is capable of anything.” Her father’s voice was ominous.

“I need to find her,” Belle grabbed Tilly’s leash before running out of the shop, her heels clicking on the tile.

He felt slightly guilty but that dog held Belle back from so many things, she’d refuse to go out because “Tilly needs me”, it couldn’t be left alone for more than an hour. Belle would be better off without it, at least that’s what he told himself when he’d taken its collar and nudged it out the door.

“Higher dad!” Henry shouted.

“Be careful!” Arran shouted at his son and grandson, from the park bench he sat at. They had been playing at the park, but his bad leg started to throb and he needed to sit down. 

“Wait!” Henry shouted.

Henry squinted looking with each upward swing before he started dragging his feet in the dirt.

Arran followed his eyeline, for a moment he thought it was a fat squirrel running through the grass. 

“I’ll catch it!” Henry jumped from the swing and ran towards the animal.

“No Henry, it could have rabies!” Neal shouted, chasing after him.

Arran quickly rose from the bench limping to where Henry was crouching down. 

Arran wrinkled his nose, “What kind of rat is this?” He asked as he looked at the tiny creature, it wasn’t his idea of a dog.

“It’s not a rat grandpa, it’s a dog, I wonder why it's alone.” Henry looked around the park to see if there was anyone around.

“A dog? That's not a proper dog, size matters with dogs, this is a rodent of some kind. Now a sheep dog that's a real dog.” 

He turned to his son, raising a finger, “Do you remember Colonel?”

Neal grinned at the memory, “Yeah, I used to ride on his back like a horse.”

“It’s not wearing a collar.” Henry announced.

“Well what should we do? It’s too late for the vet to be open to scan for a chip.” Arran frowned.

It had pointed ears and long tan and black fur with a scruffy face. It’s tongue was hanging out and it was panting in his grandson’s arms.

“We’ll look around the park to see if anyone is looking for a dog.” Neal suggested.

“Here Grandpa.” 

Arran balked in protest, but Henry was already shoving the dog into his hands.

“What am I supposed to do with it?” 

“Hold her close grandpa she’s scared!” Henry advised before they ran off.

He leaned onto his good leg and raised the dog to eye level.

“Listen here you little rat, There will be no urinating on my suit, no leaving nasty little bugs on me, and no-”

“Let go of that dog!”

Arran's head snapped from the dog's face to the face of a beautiful stranger.

“I said unhand that dog this instant!” 

“Excuse me?” He held the dog closer to make sure the stranger wasn’t some dog napper, though she wasn’t wearing a spotted fur coat.

He was struck at her beauty, the sunset setting off the auburn in her hair that fluttered in the wind, big blue eyes glaring at him, her lips a lovely shade of red, pursed in annoyance. Before  he realized that she had said something else in her memorable accent.

“I’m sorry wha-, your dog?” 

“Yes MY dog, or did you not know that when you stole her from my father’s shop?”

Arran’s head tilted slightly to the side, “What?” He scoffed, amused at her accusation.

“My father told me all about you Mr. Gold, how you walk around this town like you own it. I didn’t think you’d use a dog for collateral.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest, relieved at finding Tilly, but angry at finding her with Mr. Gold. She wanted to snatch her from his grasp but she didn’t want the man to retaliate and toss her into the pond.

Mr. Gold seemed amused at her words.

“I didn’t steal your dog, do you think she’d like me this much if I had?” He jerked his head to gesture to Tilly, who was unfortunately cuddling into the crook of his arm.

It was Belle’s turn to scoff, “She doesn’t “like” you!” 

Arran’s amusement grew as the woman stomped her foot with that argument, making her skirt flutter. 

Fortunately Neal and Henry returned from their sweep of the park.

“Hi Belle!” Henry greeted the woman with a wave.

The woman, Belle, smiled warmly, and Arran felt his heart stutter in his chest. He was glad that smile was not aimed at him, or else he might act in foolishly.

“Um, hi, who are you?” Neal asked, raising an eyebrow.

“This is Belle, she’s the new librarian. I saw her on our field trip to city hall today with grandma.” Henry answered.

“This woman is accusing me of stealing her dog.” Arran said at the same time.

“Steal your dog? My grandpa would never steal someone’s dog.” Henry's brow furrowed at the thought.

“Your grandpa?” 

“Yeah, my dad. He may be many things, but he isn’t a dog thief.” The other man, Henry’s father grinned at her.

Belle was trying to catch the trail of thought that had gone through her mind, flustered she turned her gaze back to Mr. Gold, “May I have Rumplestiltskin back please?”

At its name the dog began wiggling in Arran’s grasp until he held her out to Belle.

“Rumplestiltskin?” He couldn’t bite back that smirk that he knew was dancing on his lips.

“That’s a weird name for a girl.” Henry piped up.

Belle took Tilly in her arms, holding her tightly against her sweater, giving her a squeeze, “That’s what the shelter named her, I call her Tilly for short.”

Mr. Gold seemed amused as he watched her slip Tilly’s leash on.

 “Henry I better get you home to your mom” Neal nodded a farewell to Belle and gave his father a parting hug.

Belle held Tilly close to her as Mr. Gold hugged his son tightly, and then gave Henry a large hug too. Surely a dognapper wouldn't be such a family man.

“Love you grandpa!” Henry shouted over his shoulder as he and Neal walked away.

Mr. Gold’s smile was rather lovely, Belle mused to herself, before she realized his attention was now solely on her.

“I’m sorry for accusing you of stealing Tilly.” She murmured softly, feeling ashamed that she had judged Mr. Gold just on rumors from her father alone.

“I’m sorry your father felt the need to bestow that assumption onto you.” He shrugged.

After fidgeting with Tilly’s leash Belle broke the silence between them, “Your wife must be ready for you to come home, I understand if you’ve got to leave.”

“My wife?” he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips.

“Yeah, isn’t Mary Margaret your wife? Henry said it was his grandma that he was with earlier.”

Mr. Gold was trying very hard not to laugh outright in Belle’s face, “Miss French, I assure you, Mary Margaret is his grandma on his maternal side.”

Belle felt the blood drain from her face as he laughed.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go find a bridge to jump from.” Belle muttered.

“How about, instead,” Arran started, taking a tentative step towards her, petting the top of Tilly’s head.

“There's a restaurant just out of town called Marco's,  how about we take Tilly for dinner on the patio? That’ll give you a chance to form your own opinion about me instead of having a secondhand one.”

Belle tried to repress the smile that was bursting to break across her face, “I’d like that.” 

Arran Gold smiled and he held out the crook of his arm to Belle. She let the smile take over her face and she slipped her arm through his, with Tilly cradled in her other arm, they left the park together.

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[certainlynotasimp]

I come forth, baring more Incorrect Quotes.

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[A green goblin variant has just thrown a gas at the spiders. They're trying to work out if it's a truth serum]

Miguel: Well, uh... Just ask me something specific I wouldn't normally tell you.

Ben Reilly: Okay. Uh... Does Sunny ever peg you?

Miguel: [smiles at the thought] Sometimes... [eyes widen in realization]

Miguel: Wait! EWW! Fuck! Why that?!

Hobie: Heh! I knew it.

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Sunny: I turned out perfectly fine!

Miguel: Sunny, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast...

Sunny: I didn't put the bread in! You didn't put the bread in!

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Miguel: Are you a painting?

Sunny: What-?

Miguel: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Ben Reilly: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG HER OR SOMETHING-

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Jessica: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

Miguel: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

Ben: Wasps?

Sunny: Terriers?

Jessica: Sunny.

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Ben: *Gasp*

Miguel: wHAT??

Ben: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish?

Miguel: *inhales*

Sunny, in another room with Jessica: Why can I hear screeching?

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Ben: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Jessica: I sleep with a knife.

Sunny: Both of you are pathetic.

Jessica: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Sunny: Miguel.

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Ben: Wake me up-

Sunny: Before you go go

Jessica: When September ends

Miguel: WAKE ME UP INSIDE

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*Everyone is playing a board game together*

Miguel: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Ben: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Sunny: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.

Jessica: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.

Ben: *flips the board*

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Miguel, to Jessica: If you see Ben, give him this message *makes a neutral face*

Miguel: He'll know what it means.

*later*

Jessica: oh, and Miguel said to give you a message.

Jessica: *makes a neutral face*

Ben: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

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Jessica: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Miguel: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Sunny I just think she's cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about her.

*Later that night*

Miguel, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Jessica: So, are you two dating now?

Sunny & Miguel: Yes.

Jessica: Why?

Miguel: I happen to find Sunny very appealing.

Jessica: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Sunny.

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Miguel: Where’s Sunny?

Jessica: Around.

Miguel: Around?

Miguel: You don’t have any idea, do you?

Sunny, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

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Jessica: Is this your plan B?

Miguel: Technically, this is plan P.

Jessica: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Miguel: Yes, but I marry Sunny in plan M.

Sunny: I like plan M.

-

Miguel, at Sunny: Would you like to stay for dinner?

Jessica, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

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Jessica: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Miguel?

Miguel: No.

Sunny: I do!

Jessica: I know, Sunny.

Sunny: I’m sad.

Jessica: I know, Sunny.

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Sunny: Have I ever told you that I love you with my whole heart?

Miguel: For the love of all that is holy, I am not taking you to McDonalds. It’s 2am!

Sunny: Mean.

-

Jessica: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Miguel: I'm a knife.

Sunny, from across the room: He's the little spoon.

-

Just this right here. Imagining him as a little spoon would be a dream.

[bluecatwriter]

I was reading Van Helsing interactions for reasons and every time he talks about Arthur is legit precious

"...the brute beasts which are to the Count’s command are yet themselves not amenable to his spiritual power; for look, these rats that would come to his call, just as from his castle top he summon the wolves to your going and to that poor mother’s cry, though they come to him, they run pell-mell from the so little dogs of my friend Arthur."

Dracula's power over animals isn't absolute, but more importantly: Art's dogs are itty bitty.

Cute! I'd forgotten about that part. When I imagine Arthur's dogs they're Yorkshire terriers. ;)

I do love every time he brings up Arthur or tries to quote him. As @vickyvicarious pointed out in this post, Van Helsing also picks up on Arthur's slang and then puts his own spin on it (turning "Quincey's head is level" into "His head is what you call in plane with the horizon", for example). I love it. :)