#I'm punching a hole in my tv

[devilfish-wick]

white americans stop making up shit to be scared of challenge (impossible!)

[is-this-even-relatable]

DISCUSSION TIME

So in this AU, halfas just don't exist.

Danny, Vlad, and Dani have two forms because they have multiple obsessions, and each form is specific to an obsession. Again, big thanks to this post, linking it again. Their obsessions are unrelated to their core though. Their cores can gain strength from another source later due to outside influence. Unsure yet how I want everyone's cores to be in this AU. Any ideas? haha

Danny's obsessions and forms: - Space (Fenton) - Protection (Phantom)

For Vlad: - Family (Masters) - Power (Plasmius)

For Danielle: - Freedom (Ellie Phantom) - Connection (Dani Fenton)

Other ghosts could also have multiple obsessions, though the vast majority only have one, and it's a very rare thing. But considering that their obsessions are separate from their core, here's another addition to the AU.

Clockwork, Time core. His obsessions: - Past (baby) - Present (adult) - Future (old man)

A Rising Phantom

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Summary: danny died, and no one knows. He is a full ghost, and only thanks to his dual obsessions can he “live” a normal life and pretend that nothing happened.

I aim to make this a multichaptered fic! Hopefully, the first fic I post on AO3!

HEADCANONS/TROPES/TAGS:

no one knows! AU

full ghost! danny

eventual everlasting trio

dual obsessions inspired by this post, which are protection (Phantom) and space (Fenton)

my own headcanon: danny's death is inevitable, a single point in time that cannot be avoided or changed.

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Danny died on a Saturday.

He was too young to have been left alone; any other house would’ve be fine, but everyone in that town knew, even then, that the Fentons' house was to be avoided by a wide berth.

His parents had rushed out in a frustrated fit, leaving him and Jazz by themselves for the weekend, just like so many before. They were always an afterthought to their parents, long before he was 14.

Danny didn’t intend to go down to the lab that night. But Jazz was out with her friend Kyle, and he was bored. And something down there called to him, though he didn’t know it.

He didn’t know that forces beyond his comprehension were leading to this point, this singularity.

If Danny had known the fate in store for him, he would have begged his parents for them to stay that night, or take him with them. But he didn't know, he couldn't have known... because that's how it was always going to be.

He didn’t know that a man with a clock in his chest, who changed between ages in the blink of an eye, was watching as he walked down those lonely steps.

He didn’t know, as he pulled on a white hazmat suit hand-sewn just for him, far too flimsy for what it was meant to protect him against, that a sentient dimension was pushing against the veil, straining for him.

He didn’t know, as he stepped through the gaping metal maw, that it had already called his name, and death had claimed it.

And afterwards, while he curled up on the cold basement floor, clutching his chest for a pulse, he still did not know that even if he had known... he would have had no choice but to do the same.

Danny died when he turned the portal on, alone in his parents’ lab.

Standing inside, fifty million Watts of electricity coursed from his palm to his heart, searing its path into his skin. It had no exit route. It cooked him from the inside, lighting all of his nerves on fire, and doused him in an infinite realm’s worth of dimensional energy. After what seemed like hours of screaming, panicking, burning- he somehow managed to crawl out of the portal.

He died then, lying flat in front of the machine that ended him, as the intense pain faded into a dull throb that replaced the beating that used to be in his chest.

And as he sat up, feeling both sore and feather-light, he looked down upon his body, and realized that he had died that day, and he was not coming back.

Danny panicked. And he did the only thing he could do. He decided to run away, afraid of what he was, confused and scared and feeling very not himself.

But the main anxiety that drove him to hide his accident was a rather juvenile one.

…He was afraid that his parents would be upset that he had gone into the lab without their permission.

He had messed with their stuff, and turned something on… something he definitely shouldn’t have.

He had just opened a portal to a realm full of the very things that kept him from sleeping at night, of “unfeeling monsters” that his parents had drilled into him about for years.

A portal to ghosts… that were now free to come through.

That thought made something inside him solidify, and a low hum began to emanate from him as he worried about his family. About the ghosts and the portal and how they were going to manage without him…

He couldn’t just leave like this. Not when he was responsible. He couldn’t let a whole realm of monsters hurt his family. At that thought, dread filled him, and that same something inside his chest ached.

But it occurred to him that he still had to leave. Not just at the thought of his parents stumbling in on his body.

No, it was about him. For he was one of them now, wasn’t he? A ghost. And he was a monster now, too. Despite not feeling like one. Despite knowing that there was clearly something wrong with what he had been told and what he knew was intimately true of himself in this new form.

But something inside him whispered at him that he couldn’t take the chance, if he did turn into a monster. He couldn’t let himself hurt his family.

So with fears on his back and a tingle fading from his fingertips, Danny pulled himself up onto unsteady feet. He took his body outside, to the woods where no one would know. And he buried it, alone, surrounded by trees and the sky.

He sat there, at his fresh grave, and cried.

Holding his arms around himself tight, he mourned the loss of warmth, of blood pumping and his heartbeat, so loud in its absence.

Surrounded by nothing but silence, he mourned that he’d never made close friends, nor really had the chance.

Looking up at the stars, he mourned that he could never fulfill his dream of being an astronaut.

He mourned for himself because no one else could.

And as his last cry petered off into the night, the sun broke the horizon.

A different something tugged at his chest, and he let it pull without resistance, worn ragged as he was.

And he was grateful he did. For a soothing light washed over him and transformed him into something similar, but not quite as he was Before.

But he felt warmth, and he felt a pseudo-beat in his chest, sluggish as it was. And suddenly he realized that although he was dead, he was alive in a different way.

He was still there.

He didn’t have to give up on life.

He was not going to be a monster.

Danny walked back home. He washed the dirt away from under his fingernails. He swept the lab until it looked like no one had been there. Minus the massive swirling vortex.

And when Jazz got home from her sleepover, Danny hugged her with a smile.

He was going to be fine.

They would all be fine, he would make sure of it.

[churipu]

omg .. jjk men with a gf who collects plushies !! her bed r filled with them and these big n tall men (EHEM GOJO AND TOJI !!) probably cursed her poor plushies to death in their heads when they saw her cuddling it instead of them :((

jjk men vs their gf's plushie collection

featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, inumaki toge x fem! reader

warnings. cursing and them fighting your plushies :>

note. i'm writing this as i'm in a zoom meeting to discuss my finals with my friends, idek what's going on anymore and i think something's wrong with my stomach ngl :< anw, anon, i absolutely love this bcs imagine tho.. gojo squaring up with your plushie?? good instagram reel content. hope you enjoy this one anon, and all of u other sexies ofc <33

GOJO SATORU. he. loathes. your. plushies. like, he comes over sometimes and you call him from inside your bedroom — so he opens the door to your room and there you were, laying on the bed, cuddling a cute mochi plushie.

and he's all hysterical, yelling out and immediately pulling the mochi plushie out of your grip, "you're cheating on me with.. with this?" he kicks away your plushie.

"satoru, what's wrong with you?"

gojo furrows his brows and he points a finger at you accusingly, "why hug that?" he pointed at the collection of plushies surrounding you, "when you have this?" before pointing at himself proudly.

"you could've just said you were jealous, com'ere."

gojo immediately threw himself into your arms, making sure to "accidentally" kick your plushies out of the bed so the both of you could have the bed to yourselves.

"hey! my babies!"

"i'm your baby!"

TOJI FUSHIGURO. like gojo, i feel like he just hates the thought of you paying attention more to your plushies rather than him (but he won't admit that), so don't even be surprised anymore if one day a plushie disappears out of your collection.

"toji, have you seen my peashooter plushie anywhere?"

he shook his head, "no."

(he gave it away to a little kid in the streets, telling his mother he wss giving it away for free because it belonged to him when he was young)

"toji, have you seen my cupcake plushie? i swear it was just here yesterday."

toji shook his head, focusing his eyes onto the tv screen.

(he has a personal vendetta against your plushie he punches them out of anger when you're not home — and apparently manages to punch a hole into your cupcake plushie, so he threw it away).

and one day when you caught him in the act of swinging around a pokemon plushie by it's leg, so it all started finally clicking in, "you were the reason behind the disappearance of my other plushies, weren't you?"

"maybe. why d' ya' care so much about them? ya' have something better to hu—" you threw a plushie to his face to shut him up.

"you.. asshole! how could you?"

toji begrudgingly has to buy you not one, but two plushies for you to make it up to you (you just don't know how much he has thrown away behind your back).

INUMAKI TOGE. he aggressively signs to you that he's allergic to your plushies material (in an attempt to get you to throw them away), and you believed in him. you didn't throw them away though (much to his dismay), all you did was store them away and puts a few in the living room for you to hug when you watch a movie or when you just want to nap when inumaki's out of the house.

the male always pretends to be sneezing or coughing when a plushie or two is nearby him in an attempt to continue his act. but one day you come home and toge was just chilling in the living room, laying his head onto your plushie.

"... aren't you allergic to the material, toge?" you asked that so calmly he swore he felt chills run down his spine.

inumaki sat up straight, shook his head, and began singing how he is — but today was different and he just felt fine. then the next few hand signs weren't even coherent you didn't understand what he was trying to say to you.

"toge, you've been lying about your allergies, haven't you?"

inumaki's internally screaming and panicking, he kept chanting, "oh she's angry at me, what to do? what to do?"

"why did you do that? what are you hiding from me?"

so he just sighs out softly and signs about his whole feeling towards your plushie, and all you could do is laugh at him — but at the end of the day it's:

inumaki 01

plushie 00

since you proceeded to still store away your collections and keep only a couple.

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Running Into Colter On A Job

Pairing: Colter Shaw x reader

A/N: I've been re-watching Tracker before Season 2 starts and I'm dipping my toe in the Colter fanfic world finally! Just a little something short, sweet and sassy to start with!

________

Your heart skipped a beat as you rounded the corner and spotted a man, his expression turning confused. “Colter Shaw?”

“Y/N?” You cleared the room before going to where he was handcuffed to a pipe. “What are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you apparently.” You pulled your lock pick from the back of your jeans, jamming it in the key hole. “How’d this happen?”

“What are you doing here?” He repeated, an edge of agitation in his voice this time. You snapped the cuff open, frowning at him as he popped to his feet.

“Working the same job as you.” You got up, his hand on your arm pulling you up but you quickly shrugged him off. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, grabbing your bicep again, keeping you behind him. You punched him in the arm, Colter dropping you, rubbing his shoulder. “What the hell-”

“Do not treat me like a damsel, Shaw. I saved your ass, remember?” You brushed on ahead of him, taking your small handgun from the waistband of your jeans. He wanted to retort but you shushed him, Colter scowling but staying behind you.

You cleared the building quickly, only slightly surprised when you found the teenager you were looking for sat uncomfortably on a chair while an older man watched TV in the corner. Colter tapped your shoulder, pointing at the kid. You rolled your eyes but went along with it. If he wanted to get in a wrestling match with the big guy, he could go for it.

Two minutes later Colter was sat on the man’s back, securing him with the zip tie you tossed over from your jacket pocket.

“Hey, Henry,” you said, the kid looking relieved. “Your step dad do anything to you?”

“No. I just want to go home.” You helped him to his feet, giving Colter a nod. 

“Then let’s get you home, buddy.”

“Shaw,” you grit out in the parking lot of the police station a few hours later. Colter glanced up from his phone before shoving it in his pocket. “What the hell was that back there?”

“Nice to see you too,” he chuckled. “What are you doing-”

“Are you allergic to answering a question?” you prodded, crossing his arms. His eyebrows shot up, a stupid smile on his face. “I asked you first.”

“Wow. You are not the timid accountant you once were.” You scoffed.

“First off, you met me when I’d been kidnapped. I was having a rough day. Is that why you were so pushy back at the farm?”

He sighed, looking over your head. “Listen, I don’t know what you were capable of. I didn’t need another kidnapping victim on my hands.”

You smiled, stepping in closer, his adam’s apple bobbing. “The balls on you to say that to the person that, oh, literally helped you escape? Hm?” 

He frowned, rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Sure you are,” you said, walking past him for your truck. 

“Wait!” he said, jogging to your side. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Does this answer it?” you said, pulling out an envelope full of reward money. Colter looked dumbfounded and you found the expression sort of adorable on his handsome face. “Sorry, seeing as how I found their son, the parents felt I deserved the reward.”

“You track rewards? You?” You patted his cheek, shaking your head.

“It’s a good thing you’re so handsome,” you teased, turning your back to him with a whistle. “Better luck next time, Shaw!”

“But…you’re an accountant!” he called after you.

“Former accountant,” you said, spinning around, walking backwards with a grin. “Turns out I make way more money doing this. A little weapons training here, a little martial arts there and a pushup bra go a long fucking way, Colter.”

“The fuck…” he trailed off as you winked at him. “Y/N!”

“Catch you on the next one, Colter!”

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hello!! I’m going down the rabbit hole of Oscar and his characters thanks to moon knight and I was wondering what other movies/tv shows would you recommend to watch because I’m absolutely in love with that man rn

PLEASE COME AND DESCEND INTO THE MADNESS WITH ME!

So, I'll be completely honest, I have a problem where I just watch everything an actor is in once I have got a bit obsessed with looking at their face. Due to this, please enjoy this list based off of how much of Oscar's Face is in it.

There will also be some spoilers if he dies or not.

I will not be going into detail if I think the film is good or not, just about how much he is in it. (I hope that makes sense ^^)

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - Miguel O'Hara / Spider-Man 2099 - voice

I know this is voice, but he sounds great. Not in every scene.

Big Gold Brick - Anselm Vogelweide

Hardly in it. DO NOT watch this film just for him. Watch the clips of his scenes instead. [Warning: dies]

Dune - Duke Leto Atreides

He's pretty consistently in the first third. [Warning: dies]

The Addams Family 1 & 2 - Gomez Addams - voice

Again, just voice, but he sounds wonderful. Also I recommend watching some of the behind the scenes recording on youtube.

The Card Counter - William Tell

MAIN CHARACTER BAAABYYYY!!! SO MUCH OF HIS FACE 99.9% OF THE TIME.

The Letter Room - Richard Muñoz

ANOTHER MAIN CHARACTER BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE!

The Star Wars Sequels - Poe Dameron

MAIN CHARACTER! A LOT OF HIS FACE! Not so much in The Force Awakens, but still.

Triple Frontier - Santiago "Pope" Garcia

MAIN CHARACTER! AHHHH!!!!!!!! YESSSSS!!!!

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse - Miguel O'Hara / Spider-Man 2099 - voice

Just in the end credit scene.

Life Itself - Will Dempsey

3rdish of the film? [Warning: dies] Honestly, another warning, this film is hmmmmmm.

Operation Finale - Peter Malkin

MAIN CHARACTER BABBAAAYYY!!!!

Annihilation - Kane

Not much face time here. BUT he touches guts. [Warning: dies and comes back different]

Suburbicon - Bud Cooper

DO NOT watch this film for his face. NO. Watch the less than 10 min clips of his scenes on youtube. [Warning: dies]

Lightningface - Basil Stitt

ONLY HIS FACE!!!

The Promise - Mikael Boghosian

MAIN CHARACTER BABY!

X-Men: Apocalypse - En Sabah Nur / Apocalypse

They hide his face in so much latex. [Warning: dies]

Mojave - John "Jack" Jackson

MAIN CHARACTER BABY!!!! [Warning: dies] Another warning. This film my god.

Ex Machina - Nathan Bateman

MAIN CHARACTER BABY!!!!!!!!! [Warning: dies MAYBE. But also I'm in denial.)

A Most Violent Year - Abel Morales

MAAAAAIINNN CHARACTER!!!!!!!!

Ticky Tacky - Lucien

MAIN CHARACTER!!!

The Two Faces of January - Rydal Keener

MAIN CHARACTER!!

In Secret - Laurent LeClaire

WE GOT ANOTHER MAIN CHARACTER!! [Warning: dies]

Inside Llewyn Davis - Llewyn Davis

MAIN CHARACTER!! AND SINGING!!!!

Won't Back Down - Michael Perry

Minor character, needs more screen time.

The Bourne Legacy - Outcome No. 3

Just watch his scenes on youtube. [Warning: implied death]

Revenge for Jolly! - Cecil Dennis

MAAAAIIINNN CHARACTER!!!!

Drive - Standard Gabriel

Minor character. Just watch his scenes. [Warning: dies]

W.E. Evgeni

HE NEEDED MORE SCREEN TIME.

Sucker Punch - Blue Jones

I want to say he's in it about 50%-70% but I could also be massively overestimating because he's so fun to watch. Please also watch Love is a Drug on youtube, because it's the best part of the film that is cut out and put at the end of the main release for some reason.

Robin Hood - John, King of England

Needed 80% more screen time to be dramatic.

Balibo - José Ramos-Horta

Needed more screen time. [Warning: dies]

Agora- Orestes

I saw this once, waaay back, so my memory is hazy. But I remember a fair amount of his face.

Body of Lies - Bassam

Needed more screen time. [Warning: dies]

Che - Interpreter/Narrator

10 seconds of screentime.

The Life Before Her Eyes - Marcus

Not in it enough.

The Nativity Story - Saint Joseph

Lots of his face.

Pu-239 - Shiv

In it quite a bit, but also I wanted more. [Warning: dies]

Lenny the Wonder Dog - Detective Fartman

Just watch his scenes, do not put yourself through this.

All About the Benjamins - Frank

30 seconds of screen time.

Illtown - Pool Boy

5 seconds of screen time.

Law & Order: Criminal Intent - Robbie Paulson

A fair amount for a guest character - just watch his clips

Show Me a Hero - Nick Wasicsko

MAIN CHARACTER BABY!

Scenes from a Marriage - Jonathan Levy

MAIN CHARACTER BABY!

Saturday Night Live - Himself (host)

HOST! HOST! HOST!

Case 63 - Case 63/Peter Roiter - voice

Just sit back and listen.

[firewasabeast]

Wouldn't it be funny if Tim didn't want to give spoilers about Buck and Tommy, who in any other case would have been certain that they would get back together, and the "exit interviews" had just amplified the "will they? won't they" element and now we live in uncertainty and with much more possibility of being surprised?

But in reality, I'm enjoying this beautiful moment during the hiatus where I can speculate without getting punched in the stomach on a weekly basis.

I keep having to remind myself that the “exit interviews” were done by buddie assholes who don’t know how to be decent human beings and the fact is they didn’t need to do interviews with him at all because he was a recurring character than wasn’t really in very many episodes overall. Like I’m pretty sure the only reason those interviews were done was to throw it in the faces of tommy fans. If I remember correctly, they even made fun of him after the interviews and laughed over him being bullied (ie being told he should die, and that it was no wonder his father didn’t love him).

I also think about how Oliver is a huge buddie-baiter no matter how much he likes to pretend he’s not, so I put no stock into the things he says. Tim doesn’t know his head from a hole in the ground and I’m pretty sure he didn’t realize just how many people would like Tommy. Therefore I believe he could change his mind on the direction of things at any given time (and he has).

As for feeling hurt when the show is airing: I think we should all recognize that a tv show should not do this to a human being. I mean, it’s one thing to have drama. It’s another to have no direction and the characters be treated so carelessly that you don’t trust a single thing written for them. It’s why I won’t be watching. I’ll continue to live in my bucktommy bubble and write for them until I decide I’m done.

I know you didn’t mean for your ask to be answered so dramatically 😂 I just started thinking about it and went a little nuts.

[xhollowfaerie]

silverv drabbles #1

I'll soon begin working on a proper fanfic and posting my concerning amount of Johnny pictures, but, for now, I'm shyly sliding some of my little drabbles over here (they're in no particular order, jumping across different sections throughout the game). Please lmk what you think <3

V stumbled in, barely conscious. Makeup mostly intact, platinum blonde hair slightly grown out. She kicked her heels off and let out a long sigh, collapsing onto her mattress. Her eyes stayed open long enough to catch a glimpse of the breathtaking neon signs outside her window.

A smile played on her lips, her red lipstick long since transferred onto all the laughs, food and drinks her and Jackie shared that night. 

Maybe he was right. Maybe Night City wasn't so bad after all.

-

“You look like shit” Johnny sneered, flicking the ashes of his cigarette onto V’s carpet.

Her tearful eyes glared a hole through his head. She didn't say anything. Pausing her quiet sobs, she turned the opposite side on the bed so he’d leave her sight.

V was a mess. Her hair was greasy, hardened in places by day-old dips in liquor and snot. She reeked of sweat, the very few clothes covering her body sporting unbecoming stains. Her white tank top and black lace underwear had definitely seen better days.

He shrugged, taking another drag of his cigarette. 

“Wallowing in your own filth never brought anyone back before, but knock yourself out.”

V let out a guttural growl and immediately flung a nearby bottle at his head, punching the mattress and grasping the dirty sheets with her broken nails.

“DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?! I HATE YOU!”

Johnny’s eyes widened. Hers were bloodshot, swollen and hollow.

“Don't you ever fucking talk about him again, or I'll take this fucking Relic out and kill the both of us in a heartbeat.”

Somehow, he had no more witty remarks or insults to bark at her. His gaze softened ever so slightly. Hers didn't. She put the lights out with a quickhack before dragging the sheets over her head and continuing to cry until she fell asleep. Johnny really fucking hated hearing it.

It was annoying, he told himself. That’s why.

The neon tinge spilling into her room made her sick. She wished she had shut the blinds, but she had no more strength to get up.

Night City really was the fucking worst.

-

V woke up on Judy’s couch with a splitting headache. The Relic Malfunction message aggravatingly blinked onto her retinas as she groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. Her eyes slowly peered opened; thankfully, the room was still dark, save for the TV and vending machine lights. 

Her ears picked up the sound of a notification, and instinctively rushed to open it as soon as she saw Judy’s name. 

Mornin’ sleepyhead

Had to run, didn’t wanna wake u

Left you some breakfast. Eat up!

A fever rushed through her, rubbing her face with one of her hands and blinking a few times to make sure she read that right. As her senses awoke, the scent of coffee filled her lungs.

“Oh, Judy, you’re too good to me” she mumbled to herself. She wanted to type it, but she knew that jackass would have something to say.

“How romantic” Johnny’s inevitable appearance teased, seated on top of the kitchen table.

“Surprised she didn’t tuck you in, too.”

V rolled her eyes and begrudgingly got up, making her way to the table.

“Aw, jealous? Maybe you would’ve gotten breakfast from your little fangirls too, if you were any good.”

He let out a cynical laugh before his expression soured.

“Never stuck around for breakfast, smartass.”

V giggled and took a sip of her coffee, letting out an exhilarated sigh.

“Damn, legendary Johnny Silverhand packed it up early? Thought you’d last at least a little longer than that.”

He groaned and aimed his hand for her breakfast but she grabbed it with a quick sweep.

“Nuh-uh! Scram, bakeneko. It’s for me.”

Johnny hated the way her hips swayed as she walked over to the door, gun holstered to her thigh, coffee rested against her chest with one arm, holding her sandwich as she opened the door with the other. 

“Aw, don’t sulk. I’m sure you were great in your prime, old man” she teased; seeing the rapid pace at which he was walking towards her, she squealed and laughed, running up the stairs towards the rooftop. 

She threw herself down in a chair and enjoyed her breakfast, texting Judy with a final gulp of her coffee, despite the insistent gaze of discontent from Johnny.

Thanks, Judy. ‘preciate it.

I have so many more of these, I'll post more soon. Thanks for reading!! <3

[greediladyfoxie]

Very rarely I feel the need to say something about the show I'm watching instead of just feeding my obsession by liking more and more posts about it.

But now I guess it's time to put my thoughts into words.

I feel like we've been watching a completely different show. I've just watched the newest episode and looked at the comment for maybe a minute and the amount of BS you people are spewing is outstanding.

I watched the show regularly since when? Maybe from the middle of season 1, so it's been YEARS I've put with it. With it's crazy and mostly unbelievable cathastrophes Tim created to push the plot forward. With some genius and some stupid ideas of character development for the cast (the lawsuit era would be never forgotten). I won't lie, there was a moment when I wanted to maybe ditch 911, because it became mundane and boring. But I stayed. Watched some episodes with one eye open and some with really intense emotions. Nothing that happened so far was done by Tim's whim. Every move had a purpose.

I am heartbroken and devastated with Bobby's death. I cried like three times throughout this episode with the funeral the final straw for me to break down. But, am I angry? No. Do I want to hunt Tim like most of you do? No. It seems for me that most of you are over their heads with some delusional ideas and hidden meanings from Tim's point of view. Yes, killing one of the main characters - especially Bobby - was like a punch to the gut, but I think we all should have seen this coming.

Bobby's whole story was about redemption. He wanted to right the wrongs he did by igniting that fire and killing his family. Like he said, LA wasn't supposed to be his home, but a way to work through his trauma. His whole life had this dark shadow of potential suicide lurking over him. The way he sacrificed himself to let 118 live was the most Bobby thing ever. This was his penalty and he died free and fullfilled.

Most of you are saying that this episode was boring, that we didn't see all the emotions of the characters but I think you don't know how the TV work. I believe we will get to see every one of them breaking slowly. Heck, we already can. The different stages of griev. Tim said that the last three episodes are going to be about Bobby' death and how the 118 deals with it.

I know it's hard to believe or accept when your favourite character dies in a show - I've been through those a lot. But never, not even for a moment I thought Bobby was alive. When he died that's it. Done. And the additional plot of Athena taking this case for exactly the same thing all of them were going through. This foreshadowing of dead/missing child that could've been alive but wasn't and how it affected the family showed how Athena, Buck, Chimney or Hen could have ended.

We can't always get everything screened and showed. Those holes are exactly for us to speculate and or maybe will be filled later. Except for sadness, I feel like some chapter of this show was closed. For Bobby at least.

You can ditch 911 if you want, but the amount of hate toward it, toward Tim is unnecessary. And what's the most hilarious thing for me is the hate for Lou's character xD. I don't understand why you hate him so much. I'm also a Buddie stan and always will, but I think you miss the whole impact Tommy did on Buck. Because of him we got Bi Buck and that's the most amazing thing I could have asked for. And yet, most of you are filled with rage and hate. You're obsessing about your favourite ship or dreamed scenarios you miss the massage this show is sending us.

I'm a Tommy/Buck stan. I'm a Buddie stan. I love them all equally. It annoyes me seeing the hate this show is currently having. It's not stupid. It's showbiz and what we see on screen is just that. Fiction. With which most of you have problem differentiate, seeing how you spit venom at actors who did nothing wrong just by playing said character.

You can hate me later, I don't really care. I'm just sad people are reacting like this.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

THINGS THAT HAPPEN IN EVERY EPISODE OF TEEN WOLF EVER

part i (part ii HERE)

17 different heart attack-inducing storylines all overlapping with one another with some genuinely excellent concepts and lots of cool af lore that's executed so terribly it convinces you that whomever is in charge must surely be a hamster

werewolves and teenagers alike with some seriously debilitating mental conditions running around like they're contestants on the wheel of fortune

scott pining loudly over allison, pre or post allison's death, regardless of who he is dating at the time

beautiful beautiful derek "my whole family died and i'm being soso brave about it and trying to make myself a new one by collecting teen misfits and putting them in a plastic tupperware box but forgetting to poke holes in the lid bc i'm on the spectrum and trying to process and deal and grow as a person which is really tough when life keeps getting harder instead of easier and will somebody please PLEASE just give me a break" hale.

deaton being a smug little twat

STILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTILESSTI

greenberg being the star of the show

lydia slaying

everybody apart from stiles running around like headless chickens while stiles tries to tell everybody what they need to do but none of them ever listen to stiles so stiles has to do something drastic and dangerous then everybody is all like OMG STILES WHY DID YOU DO THAT THAT'S SO DRASTIC AND DANGEROUS WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU and stiles has to try his best not to eviscerate every single fucking one of them bc he is a good friend to scott

jeff davis doing his doggone constipated best to debunk sterek by writing dialogue/giving directions that hilariously just ardently confirm sterek even more with each epically gay scene

scott sending out thee biggest punch me i'm a motherfucker vibes

AUTISM

danny mahealani stealing the hearts and minds of young and old alike

dylan o'brien being extremely kind by trying his absolute best not to show up all the other actors with his scene-stealing, oscar-worthy performances every second he is on screen and failing miserably.

scott ignoring his phone

mama mcall being so real and a milf

derek's eyebrows being an actual main character

scott auditioning for a new cutting edge reality tv show show called: GIVE ME A NEW PERSONALITY BEFORE SOMEBODY ENDS MY LIFE FOR ME!

boyd being better than everybody else

57% of scenes being filmed in beacon hills high school

41% of scenes being filmed in beacon hills hospital

peter hale, cunt, rocking your world whether you like it or not

(part ii HERE)

[notmorbid]

hacks: season 1.

dialogue prompts from the first season of hbo's hacks. (some lines have been tweaked for rp.)

i didn't realize it was a shoes-off situation.

did you want a gold star for showing up?

you classist monster.

you're supposed to be on mute.

what are your feelings on the climate crisis?

i explicitly told you not to say my name.

we don't work together, you work for me. and not very well.

it doesn't get better. it just gets harder.

do i have big hands?

i have nothing left to lose.

fuck you, lemony snicket.

why do you keep sending me petfinder links?

i told you you were going to regret over-tweezing in the '90s.

the only thing i regret is not getting emancipated.

just don't do it on my time. or in my chair.

go ahead and disregard the picture i sent you.

i do miss you. as a friend.

you think you know everybody better than they know themselves.

you don't even have to go through security?

stop acting like a hillbilly and sit down.

i guess it's good you can be there for someone's kid.

i always drink too much when you're around.

i can radically accept that my mom is a cunt.

they say if you collect, it's not a problem, it's a hobby.

jesus. was it at least good coke?

let's blow this shit and go celebrate.

watching tv is practically like reading a book, at this point.

you're that girl who never got to sit with the cool kids and never got over it.

what a rush. i should blackmail more often.

i feel like we're about to win a bunch of money together.

do you want to do coke in the bathroom?

i would have had such a crush on you in high school.

sorry to be so blunt. we just did a lot of coke.

who even likes marvel movies, anyway?

you were right. i am a little shit.

i don't really have friends. i think that's a huge red flag about me as a human being.

the real work is in loving yourself for who you really are.

my father's in my phone as 'dickhead'.

i know two things: you are a good person, and we need to do some molly.

i don't think i've ever seen you not wearing pants. did somebody die?

what's going on here? premarital sex?

go get a book on attachment theory and a bottle of ativan.

you don't have my number saved?

this is why your building banned parties.

the keg-shaped hole in the wall could have been made by anything?

i have an amazing idea, but it's kind of insane.

that's such a creepy way to be woken up.

i have some weed edibles on me.

to be honest, i keep forgetting to have an opinion on it.

i think shitty things keep happening because i've been a self-centered asshole.

do you know how to play mahjong?

people would rather laugh at me than believe me.

it was great, until it wasn't.

you haven't even heard about when the vatican had it in for me.

it's the truth. it might be nice to finally fucking say it out loud.

you can make it funny. you can make anything funny.

i drink, like, a glass of water a month.

am i blushing?

maybe it's just because i watched carol last night.

i've honestly never met anyone like you.

pretty soon, you're gonna be the same age as me.

i am a grown-up, and you can't make me.

i'm gonna eat your dessert and go home.

i've never been this close to someone i wasn't hooking up with.

stop waiting for ___ to be proud of you and start doing things that make you feel proud of yourself.

hope you enjoyed the free show.

before you, i didn't care what happened to me.

you always make loving me feel like the easiest thing in the world.

what? i'm literally naked here.

oh, that's horrible. play it again.

you're young. you'll be fine.

the whole soul-baring thing seems awfully off-brand.

let's grab a table and talk some shit. come on.

i would have been more than happy to smoke weed with your mom.

well, anyway, he's dead now.

camping? how do i protect myself from bears?

if i'm not upset about it, you shouldn't be.

it's exhausting, beating everyone else to the punch.

never forgive, never forget, baby.

will you stay off webmd? it's bad for your personality.

i can't tell who's haim and who's just three people.

you've always had my back. that way it's easier to stab.

at least now we kind of get each other.

i promise not to send you unsolicited pornography anymore.

you know you're charming. it's annoying, actually.

true feminism is being able to just come out and say that some women are cunty monsters.

your accent makes everything sound smarter than it actually is.

when you share a sense of humor with someone, it's like speaking your own private little language.

we come into this world completely alone, and that's how we leave it.

i don't pretend. i never have.

did you change your signature scent recently?

can we get pulled over for having too much fun?

it's not from therapy, it's from mental health tiktok.

you do think about me, and i think about you. it's called a human relationship.

you don't get to tell me what's important.

i move forward. i always have. end of story.

who slaps people?

i'm worried if i don't say it now, i'll never say it.

do you want some coffee? i made some.

it involved an ice cream truck and a hot wire, and that's as far as i'll go.

my uncle really doesn't want me to do 23andme, so i'm pretty sure he's a serial killer.

i always felt really, really lonely here.

maybe my entire existence shouldn't just be a response to my shitty childhood.

you need to learn to cry without moving your forehead.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Don't take me now

Male Reader x Queen Maeve

Request - Could you do queen maeve x male reader

Your world fell apart and you are starting to feel angry. You found out that your girlfriend slept with Billy the Butcher.

“You are lying!” You yelled.

“Y/n, tell me why would I lie? She isn't even denying it, your girlfriend is not denying it. What would be my reason for ruining your relationship with Maeve” Homelander said.

He puts his arm around your shoulder, he is right she isn't denying it. It was supposed to be a team meeting but it went left.

“Why aren't you denying it?” You asked.

“Y/n… Y/n, I can explain… we- it was a weak moment -” Queen Maeve said.

Your hands turned into fists. Before the meeting, Homelander and Maeve had a private conversation. He believes that Maeve and Billy are planning something against him, she tells him there isn't anything going on but Homelander doesn't believe her.

“We are over!” You yelled.

“Y/n, let me explain. I'm sorry, please let me explain” Maeve said.

“Explain, what Maeve? You broke his heart, how dare you” Homelander said.

He keeps adding fire to the conversation and you believe him.

“I quit the team!” You yelled.

You started to walk away then Maeve grabbed your arm.

“Wait-” Maeve said.

“Let me go now!” You yelled.

She lets go of your arm, and before you leave you punch the wall extremely hard. Now, there is a huge hole in the wall and one of your abilities is super strength. You are still feeling angry and Maeve feels bad about what she did.

“Why did you tell him?!” Maeve yelled.

“He should have the right to know. Y/n is a nice guy and yeah he gets on my nerves but he should know” Homelander smiled.

“You are the worst!” Maeve said.

“I didn't cheat on him. Because of you, he left the team” Homelander said.

Maeve walked away and she was feeling terrible. You didn't know what to do at first, but you went to the woods alone. You went deep into the woods, and you started to punch a tree. Having super strength, you don't feel pain when you punch something hard.

You are letting out your frustration and you keep punching the tree. Your cell phone started to ring and it's Maeve. You don't answer her but there is a big rock next to you, and you kick the rock and it breaks into pieces. You are breathing hard and you break your phone by squeezing too hard.

When you first joined the team, that's where you met Maeve. At first, you and Maeve didn't work well because you would show off while saving people. But slowly, you and Maeve got to know each other and started to mess around then you and Maeve became serious. She told you about her history of dating Homelander. You never opened up to someone until you started dating her, and you thought she was the one.

Maeve is alone in her apartment. She tried calling and sending texts, but it didn't go through. She starts to think about what to do for your forgiveness. She hopes you will give her another chance. She has a picture of you two together saved in her phone, she stares at the picture and starts to cry.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

You still save people around the city, you don't help your old team. But it's hard to avoid Maeve because she is everywhere even on TV. You still haven't spoken to her since the breakup and she hasn't stopped trying to talk to you.

Today, you went to stop a money heist and the bad guys got away with a van. Also, Maeve arrived and you are not happy to see her.

“You don't have a choice to work together and stop them,” Maeve said.

You don't say anything and you go after the van. She starts to follow and you start to help citizens move out of the way. But Maeve stopped the van with her body then you ripped the doors open. You pull out the bad guys and throw them against the cars. The cops arrived and started to arrest them

“Y/n, wait. Please can we talk, please” Maeve pleads.

“Why should we talk?” You said.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you and I broke your trust. I will do anything to win back your trust, whatever it is I will do it” Maeve said.

“You hurt me and I had to find out from Homelander! You know I hate that guy but you didn't even try to tell me” You said.

You walk away and she goes after you.

“Please, Y/n. I don't want Billy or anyone else, you mean so much to me. You're the only man I want” Maeve said.

You walk away and you go home. She held back her tears and she left the crime scene.

——-

You are home eating dinner and watching a movie. You hear a knock at the door and you go to open it. You notice that your ex-girlfriend is drunk and you let her inside your apartment.

“Y/n, I'm happy to see you,” Maeve said.

“You are drunk. You shouldn't be here, Maeve” You said.

She moved closer to you and she put her hands on your cheeks.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/n. I-I fucked and I'm sorry but I don't want to be without you. I will do-” Maeve said.

She never said those words before then you sighed. She kissed you on the lips and you moved away. You take her to the bedroom and she sits on the bed then she starts to cry.

“Why are you crying?” You asked.

“Because you hate me and you will leave me forever. I never felt like this before about anyone and I fucked it up” Maeve cried.

“Stay the night. Go to sleep because you need it, Maeve” You said.

You help her take off her shoes and she lies down. You put a blanket on her and she won't let go of your hand.

“Please don't leave,” Maeve said in a low voice.

“I will be in the living room watching a movie. Go to sleep, you need to rest” You said.

“Okay,” Maeve said.

She lets go of your hand and you leave the room. She closed her eyes and went to sleep, you continued to watch the movie while eating.

The next day… Maeve wakes up with a bad headache. She looks around and recognizes it's your bedroom, but she doesn't remember how she got there. She gets out of bed and heads to the kitchen and you are making breakfast.

“How did I get here?” Maeve asked.

“I don't know. You just showed up drunk and crying and told me how you felt. I let you sleep in my room while I slept on the couch. There is coffee and food, you need it” You said.

“Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to come here unexpectedly,” Maeve said.

“We can be friends but I can't trust you right now,” You said.

“I don't want to pressure you into forgiving me when you are not ready,” Maeve said.

“Okay,” You said.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

You and Maeve are taking it slow just being friends. You haven't joined the team again and Maeve left the team also. While fighting bad guys, she saw you get stabbed with a metal pole through the stomach. She ran towards you and you are bleeding out fast.

“Pull it out! I need to heal before I bleed to death” You said.

“Hold still!” Maeve said.

She pulls out the metal pole and you start to scream. But your body is starting to heal, she grabbed you and rushed you to the hospital.

“You know, I have rapid healing,” You said.

“I know. But I always worry about you when you get hurt” Maeve said.

“Same,” You said.

The doctor and nurses are taking care of your wounds. She didn't leave your side and your body is still healing on the inside. She was going to say something but she kissed you on the lips, you kissed her back.

“Sorry, I just really wanted to kiss you, Y/n” Maeve said.

“It’s fine, Maeve. I can go home now” You said.

You put on your shirt.

“Yeah…” Maeve said in a low voice.

“Do you want to join me for dinner?” You asked.

“Do you mean it?” Maeve asked.

“Yes. Maybe a burger or pasta?” You said.

She smiled at you.

“I would like to join you for dinner,” Maeve said.

You and Maeve leave the hospital together. You take her to a restaurant and you want to take it slow with her.

“How about we go away together? We could start over and maybe bond over something new” Maeve said.

“I will think about it. We could take it slow” You said.

“I know. I won't give up winning back your trust” Maeve said.

After dinner, you invited her back to your apartment.

[hutchersonsgurl]

Mr Jealous - Mike Schmidt

Paring X Female Reader with Mike Schmidt

Part 3

18+ smut warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

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You go back behind the bar and finish your shift while Mike stays to make sure you are safe

Fast forward to your shift >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

You holding Mike's hand as the two of you are about to leave but he sees your boss from the corner of his eye

"Hang on a second babe," Mike says as he walks over to your boss looking pissed

Mike walks over to the counter and stares at him with his brown eyes filled with anger

"Can I help you sir? The boss says

" Actually yes he grabs the guy by his shirt I'm here to tell you that my girlfriend quits the only man she gets to dress like that for is me, " Mike says with anger in his voice

Mike punches your boss well now I guess ex-boss mike grabs you by the hand and the two of you drive home

Mike unlocks the door and lets you walk in first and soon as you entered the room "YN your home " abby runs to you and gives you a big hug

"Hey abs aren't you supposed to be in bed?" You say as you give abby a squeeze back

"She didn't want to go to bed till you guys got back" max says

Mike is sitting on his recliner you can tell he's still mad

You look at mike and then back to max

"Thank you for watching her max you can go home now" you say with a smile

"Okay have a goodnight guys" max says as she leaves

You lock the front door and then you take abby to her room and get her to fall asleep

You walk out and you see mike watching TV

"Are you okay daddy? You say as you sit on his lap playing with his curls on his head

"Mhm" mike says

"Are you still mad about the outfit?" You questioned

Mike looks up at you his eyes are staring right through you

"Bedroom now " he says

You get up to the bedroom with mike in tow he smacks your ass as you walk into the bedroom he closes the door and pushes you down on the bed

He takes off all of your clothes and throws it on the foor he puts at the bottom of the bed with a pillow under your head You were positioned at the bottom he pulls your thighs open he can see that you are already wet for him and it makes him smirk

"All of this for daddy? "Mike asked his fingers making their way to your wet clit. You whimpered and jolted at the connection, inching your legs wider for him. He rubbed circles around your bulging clit seeing how wet you are for him makes him proud he pulls back and takes off his clothes and throws them on the floor you sat up and kissed him as he grasped your tits, kneading them and squeezing on your nipples. You moaned into his mouth from the friction as you reached down to his crotch. He groaned when he felt your hand on his erection. You broke the kiss to stare at his length you pull his dick into your hand and put in your mouth

Your soft plush lips wrapped around his shaft like a ring that slid up and down his girthy length. Your doe eyes met his dark ones as your cheeks hollowed, making you moan around his cock. "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum" he says with a moan just as he says that he cums inside of your mouth and you pull his dick out of your mouth he kisses you once again and then he lets out a growl as he positions himself to get into your pussy he starts to push himself in and out of you Your hole was sloppy and wet, and a ring of his previous cum formed around his base. " please don't stop daddy" it feels s'good," you slurred out. He slapped your tits making you yelp and leaned down to suck on your lips. You moaned into his mouth as his cock fucked your pussy anomalistically. "'Pussy's so fucking good," he groaned against your lips I'm gonna fill you up with all my cum and make you pregnant" he continues you can't help but moan "Careful now don't wake up Abby or daddy can't keep fucking you," Mike says as he groans you muffle your moans with your hand

"Good girl" he says Your stomach twisted and you found yourself throbbing around his length, close to cumming. "Fuck I'm so close mike" you say Fuck, cum for me baby," he grunted through his teeth, making you unravel all around his cock, your cum dripping like warm honey on his length. With one final thrust he came too, shooting his load into your tight cunt. He pulled out and watched the mix of cum spill out of you, leaving a mess on your lower half

"Hang on baby girl let daddy clean you up " mike says he puts on his boxers and tshirt to go grab a rag he comes back into the room and shuts the door he cleans you up and the two of you cuddle in between the sheets "that felt amazing daddy" you say as you kiss mike once again well that outfit turned me on again the moment you came into the front room plus you sat on my lap you know what that does to me" mike says as he has his face in the crook of your neck

"I love you so much your mine forever "he says with voice muffled in your neck

"I love you more daddy" you say with a smile

"But baby are you serious about me moving in with you?" You question

"Fuck yeah I'll move everything myself if I have too" mike says pulling his face up and kisses you all over your face making you giggle

"Now let's get some sleep so we can officially move you in later" Mike says as he wraps his arms around you and the two of you fall asleep

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Part 4

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[littleseasiren]

Pumpkin

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: Approximately 500 words

A/N: Flufftober Prompt 20: Pumpkin Thanks @flufftober for this challenge. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list. Thanks for reading!

"Ok, so the pie needs to cool down first. We can check on it in a few hours. That'll be more than enough time to decorate it before tonight," you tell Bucky as the two of you stare at the pie on the kitchen counter. "Do you think it's sweet enough? Maybe we should sprinkle some sugar on the top?"

"There's no need for extra sugar, you're sweet enough already," Bucky says as he bends down and kisses your neck, down to your collarbone.

"You don't have to flirt with me, Bucky. I'm already yours," you giggle as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him.

"I love hearing you say that," he whispers in your ear. "And I'm yours."

He turns you around, then gently picks you up in his strong arms. "You said we have a couple of hours to kill, right?" You follow his gaze as he heads towards the bedroom, happy to be on the same page.

Bucky almost trips when a white ball of mischief runs past his feet, but his strong arms keep you safe until he gently places you on the bed.

A few hours later, the two of you are dressed and ready to go to Steve and Natasha's anniversary get together. They were keeping their party small, happy when everyone offered to bring a dish to the party, so they didn't have to cook.

The first thing you see as you enter the kitchen is some yellow splotches on the kitchen counter. When you move closer, your eyes fall onto the Pumpkin Pie the two of you had made together earlier. You're so distracted by what you see that you don't even hear Bucky stop next to you.

At the one end of the pie are two tiny pawprints, then a few more going to the centre of the pie. You gasp when your eyes reach the centre as you notice two deep holes where tiny paws had obviously punched through the pie filling crust that had still been setting.

At the other end of the pie is a splatter of pumpkin filling, the splatters having landed on the kitchen table along with small yellow paw prints leading to the TV room.

You and Bucky stare at each other in amazement before you follow the paw prints into the room. Alpine is laying on the floor, busy licking yellow pumpkin pie filling off her beautiful white coat. When she spots you, she meows in irritation.

"Don't look at me, Alpine. You're the one who walked all over our pie and fell in," Bucky calls from behind you, laughing at his cat's hilarious antics.

"Do you think if we cover the pie with cream that anyone will notice?" He asks as his blue eyes meet yours.

"Guess we'll have to find out. If the rest of the team finds out about this, the teasing will never end," you admit.

Alpine watches the two of you with her pretty blue eyes, her little leg hair tinted yellow, looking like she's wearing boots over her white fur. At least she loved eating pumpkin.

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[maineventpapiuso]

If Jimmy and Jey don't show up tonight I'm going to punch a hole in my tv.

[the-fairy-dogmother]

Imma talk about dog training and behavior for a sec. Hope the dogblr bus doesn't run me over.

I wanna talk about NRMs, or, No Reward Markers. For those who do not know what a marker is, it is basically a cue that communicates to a dog the moment they get something right, or wrong. Clickers are the most well known markers. Some people, myself included, use a different marker for different reward placements and also to signify what type of reward the dog can expect. "Yes" is the marker I use when I want the dog to come and collect a food reward from my hand. "Good" is what I use when I am delivering the reward to the dog's mouth. Etcetera and so on.

No Reward Markers can be used to signify to the dog that the behavior they have just offered will not yield any reward. I most often use "Cheater" in agility for missed weave poles and missed contacts. It marks the exact moment the mistake was made and also that the dog should start over. "No" is a word that means the behavior they are doing will not yield any reward and they should stop and try something different. They are different in that "cheater" asks to start the same behavior over again whereas "no" communicates that they should switch tactics because there is opportunity for reward but rewards will not be accessible with that behavior.

Now, with that being said, I do not use them for all dogs or in all contexts. Some argue that they squash drive and motivation and I agree that they can if not carefully considered and used correctly for the dog that you are training. They have their place. Wally has never heard a NRM in agility and he never will. But when we shape behaviors for tricks at home he might hear "no" if he's continually offering the same incorrect behavior. For example, he lives by the assumption that is offered any object he should put all his mantis sticks in or on it. Which is cute, but he gets very frustrated very fast if I just ignore it and wait for him to do something closer to what I'm after. If I give him a "no" he will immediately switch tactics. And in that case, I would argue that it's more humane to give him the information that prevents the frustration in the first place.

Now, using NRMs when teaching a skill is one thing, but it turns into a whole other beast when we start talking about applying it to behavior modification sessions and exercises. This is where we're at a much higher risk of increasing frustration rather than helping the dog understand what is expected. This is because when we're applying any behavior modification tactic the dog is likely already under some stress and we need to hold their hands and help them switch tactics, rather than expecting them to be able to problem solve through their stress. This is especially true when they have not yet mastered the skill expected of them in outside contexts and/or when we move too quickly through a desensitization/remedial exposure& socialization plan.

And, the real reason I started this post. Story time!

Yesterday we realized our furnace died when we tried to turn on the heat and nothing happened. Today we are having a new one installed. Normally, for contractors, I just put all the dogs away somewhere that they won't be in the way. Especially since contractors are often punching holes in the house and doing other things that can be Very Concerning To Dogs. But Poki made it loud and clear that she was not happy to be excluded and because we're hoping she's with potatoes, I decided the least stressful thing for her would be a settle session with high value rewards. We put the TV on for some background noise and grabbed her leash. At first, contractors leaving/coming through the front door earned a BROOOOF ( as they should ) and I was luring her with the treats back into her down. I decided this was not too difficult for her because she was easily redirected and it never progressed beyond one boof. After the first hour or so, she would hear a contractor going up/down the stairs and they earned a broof only 50-60% of the time. At that point, I decided to try the NRM "no" since she wasn't showing significant signs of stress. And within 20 minutes (or about 4 contractors passes) contractors appearing on stairs only earned a glance and then a look to me. We are now sitting on the sofa, definitely had her dinner for brunch in my lap 🤣 and watching as they go up and down to and from the front door, earning tidbits for keeping quiet, holding her down, and checking in with me instead of broofing.

In summary, we started by spelling out what we wanted her to do and started off with a ridiculously high rate of reinforcement. Every little noise was cookie city and broofs were redirected. When it was clear she wasn't committed to the broofs, we let her know that those would not work and waited for her to offer the down and look instead. And now we're here, about a snack every 5 minutes, watching ocean documentaries and very satisfied with the amount of chicken and beef nibs we had for brunch.

Would this work for every dog? No. Do I think everyone should go try it right now? Also no. But I think its important to always work on expanding your toolbox and most importantly, to understand what every tool is for.

[theweirdoinurhouse]

A lousy new roommate (Part 3 of my "Lowsy" series"

Part 1:

Part 2:

(Reader is not from Miles' Universe, story takes place in a different one. Thought I should mention that-)

The Spot as been regularly visiting your apartment for a month now. It's been quite an experience, hanging out with him. But it wasn't as bad as you thought. One day, he told you he didn't have any place to stay. So you offered him to stay at your place from now on. What could possibly go wrong?

Spider-man crashing into your living room wall is what could go wrong.

Spot told you that morning that he was just going out for a walk. Nothing too bad. You decided you would relax on your couch and watch some tv to pass the time.

That was until Spot randomly teleported into your living room via his portal-holes, panting and clearly out of breath. You stood up from the couch quickly, thoughts racing on why he was in such a state.

Before you could ask him though, the wall with your balcony crumbled as someone burst through it. You stepped back as to not get hit by any flying debris, but Spot was not so fortunate.

You realized the figure that just broke your wall was Spider-man when Spot yelled "Spider-man! Oh my gosh hi! Funny to see you here!"

Spot was dodging Spider-man's punches, portaling his fists somewhere else occasionally. You just stood behind your couch, getting some entertainment from this. You probably wouldn't last five minutes going against Spider-man anyways.

"Give it up Spot! I'm taking you to Miguel whether you like it or not!" Spider-man yelled, trying to throw another fist at Spot, only for it to disappear into his chest.

"Ooo, that tickles!" Spot responds with. You can tell Spider-man is getting annoyed, because he's throwing punch after punch with such force you weren't surprised he crashed your wall effortlessly.

Eventually, you started getting sick of seeing the two fight (if you can even call it that). You stepped out from behind the couch and stood on the cushions. You raised your hands to your mouth, for no reason other than dramatic affect.

"Could you please take this fight elsewhere?! I'm already high in debt, and the broken wall doesn't help!"

Both Spot and Spider-man freeze and turn to you. Spider-man then turned to Spot.

"You put the life of some random stranger in danger just to escape me!"

"I live here! Plus, you were the one following me. So really you put them in danger-"

Before Spot could properly finish, Spider-man man punched him in the face. While Spot was rolling on the floor, holding where his nose would be and "crying", Spider-man turned to you.

"Are you okay ma'am/sir/mx?"

You shook your head.

"No, I'm not okay! You busted my wall and punched my roommate-acquaintance-friend!"

Spider-man was going to respond to your statement, but a portal opening underneath him dropped him out of your living room before he could say anything.

Spot got up from the floor, rubbing his face. He cracked his back, then hands, than neck.

"Jeez, that guy was persistent! Glad he at least saw me as dangerous enough I'd need to be taken in!"

His voice sounded way more happy than you think it should have. He turned to the now open space that acts as a window in your wall. His shoulders slumped, happy mood from earlier dissipating.

"You have some explaining to do," you said, trying to give Spot a harsh look. It was kind of hard because of how pathetic he seemed 24/7.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Guess you're right."

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You already figured out about him being from a different universe,because he once gifted you car keys and literally said "they're from a different universe".

Wasn't too hard to figure out.

What did shock you though was that this same dude that you offered to stay in your home because he had nothing and reminded you of a wet cat, was also climbing the list of some Spider-people's most wanted list.

While you were surprised by this, Spot was surprised you didn't seem to have much of a reaction. After the surprise fell, he felt relieved that you probably weren't gonna kick him out.

Only deal was that he'd keep the Spider-people away from your apartment, and help rebuild the wall. And he was perfectly fine with that. Anything to be able to stay with the one person that didn't see him as a freak.

You have told him in the past you weren't a huge fan of Spider-man. Proven today, he broke alot of stuff when fighting crime. And he didn't even help all that much when repairing all of it! Just stands there and takes pictures.

Spot was always glad you didn't like Spider-man. Made living with you a lot easier when you both hated the same person! You always had rants late at night about the shared hatred for the super hero.

One of these nights you two were seated on your couch, brand new glass windows letting in some moonlight through the blinds. The movie you two were watching was finishing up, bucket of popcorn empty and on the floor.

You had one blanket over both of your laps, and you had one wrapped around your shoulders. When the end credits popped up you started ranting about the movie. What you liked, what you didn't, your favorite character, you least favorite character.

You and Spot do this after every new movie you two watched. It was a hobby for you now.

"Oh my god the grave scene! I mean was him taking off his shirt even that necessary? I mean good for the fangirls but like-"

You turned your head to look at Spot, curious about his lack of feedback. When you turned to him you saw his head leaned back against the back of the couch. The spot on his face seemed more like a line than a circle now. Kind of squinted.

'Is he sleeping?' you think. He poke his arm softly. When he doesn't move you do it again, but with a small amount of more force. He still doesn't move. You decide to punch his arm as the final test. Nothing

You lean back to your side of the couch. You stare at the tv for a few minutes, seeing the reflection of you and him. He seemed awfully more peaceful when asleep. But you guess everyone is.

You decided you would just leave him be and go to your room for the night. You slipped the blanket around your shoulders off. You stood up and placed the part of the blanket that was on your lap onto Spot, so that he now has the full blanket.

When you took a step to walk towards you room, you heard the softest whisper you have ever heard in your life.

"Don't go please."

You were surprised you even heard it. You look back at Spot, but he was still in the same position as before. All except for the fact his hand was reached over to where you were seated, gently grasping at the cushion. You stood there for a moment, seeing if he would talk again.

All he did was move so that he was laying down, head resting on the pillow on your side of the couch. He grabbed the big blanket he pulled it up to cover his shoulders. He was too tall for your couch, shins and below sticking out over the opposite side of the couch.

You decided you either A). Imagined what he said or B). It wasn't important.

So you waked to your room, got changed, hopped into the bed, than fell asleep. It was a dreamless night. But Spot was dreaming.

Of you.

A/N: I can't write fight scenes to save my life. Also I kind of have writers block, so sorry if this sucked. Thank you all for the support to my previous parts, hope this didn't dissapoint too much. Also not beta-read)