#ON THE OUTSIDE

[lesservillain]

an on the outside story.

summary: a new edition to the family

“Too nice?” 

You raise a confused brow as you read the little info card on the outside of the kennel. The name “Killer” had caught your attention as you approached the barred door. When you saw the dog itself a chill ran down your spine.

This dog looked big. Like it could rip the head off of anyone for looking at it wrong. It sat quietly, the only dog not barking amongst those at the shelter. His eyes were on what you thought was you at first. But when you shuffled over slightly, you realize he’s looking right at Eddie, who stands behind you with a grin.

“Oh, yeah,” the kennel girl chimes in, “Killer’s owner wanted him to be their guard dog, did all the training and whatnot. But they said that he didn’t listen to them and was too nice, not the right fit for a guard dog. So they dumped him here with us.”

“Can we see him?” Eddie asks, a glint in his eyes as he approaches the kennel.

You whip your head around, looking at him incredulously. “What?”

“Yeah of course!” The girl seems excited that Eddie was interested in the dog. “He’s really such a sweetheart. And a huuuuge cuddle bug.”

“It’s name is Killer,” you whisper anxiously to Eddie, but he ignores you. You grab his hand, squeezing it nervously.

The girl goes to open the door, and you start to tense up. The dog watches quietly, eyes still set on Eddie. You feel nervous, afraid of what this dog might do to your fiancé if he gets the chance to. 

But, once the door to the kennel finally opens, its whole personality flips. Suddenly he’s tapping his feet and jumping around playfully as the kennel girl greets him. When she waves for you to come in, Eddie’s hand slips from yours and he takes a step in. 

“Hey there, buddy,” he says in that chipper tone people talk to animals with, “Aren’t you just a handsome man.” Killer gets excited, turning in a circle and giving a deep bark. Eddie kneels down to his level, giving him head scritches and ear rubs. “All big and scary on the outside, but you’re just a big ol’ softie, aren’t cha.”

“Sounds like someone I know,” you say sarcastically, taking a cautious step into the kennel. You crouch down next to Eddie and Killer just about loses his mind when he starts getting attention from two people at once. He flops over on his belly, letting you scratch while Eddie pats him on the chest, playing him like a drum.

The three of you play for a while in his kennel. The way Killer carries his toys so very softly in his mouth makes you giggle. You also learn quickly that tennis balls make him lose his shit after taking him out to his run.

When the kennel assistant comes to check on you, you and Eddie look at each other. “Can we get some adoption papers?”

On the way home, Eddie wants to stop at the pet store. Killer came with a spiked collar and chain leash but you decided to leave them behind, opting to use one of the leads given by the shelter. Killer didn’t pull at all, but Eddie wanted to start running with him the next morning, so a proper collar and leash were needed.

“He’d been cooped up in that kennel for how long? Yeah, trust me babe, I know that feeling. He’s gonna love running, aren’t cha, Bud?” Eddie reaches into the back seat where Killer pants happily, patting him on the head. You’re glad you put a blanket down with how much he’s drooling back there. 

Once inside, you pick out a nice leather lounging collar for the house, and Eddie picks out a good harness for him when you’re out and about. The both of you take Killer down the toy isle and let him pick out some toys, and he goes absolutely bananas as he tries to fit as many toys in his mouth as he can. 

When you get to the checkout area, you stop when you see the tag machine. “We should probably get him one of those in case he gets out. Like put his name and our address on it.” Eddie agrees, the three of you standing in front of the machine. Looking through the options, you decide the classic bone shape is the best, and all that's left is to input the name. 

Neither of you moves, looking at the little keyboard as it waits for your input. You look over at Killer, then to Eddie, who seems to have the same thought as you. 

“Okay so what are we going to call him then?” You laugh. 

“Uh, what about…Rex?” 

“Rex,” you scrunch up your nose, “he’s not a Rex. Right buddy?” 

Killer’s ears perk up as you talk to him, almost dropping the duck toy from his mouth. 

“Fine, you got any ideas?” He crossed his arms. 

“Hmmmmmm,” you place a hand on either side of Killer’s big head and peer into his eyes. You rub his ears as you think, feeling the density of his noggin in your palms as you look him over. A smile makes it way on your lips, and you look at Eddie matter- of-factly. 

“His name is Bear,” you say, standing up straight, facing Eddie. 

“Bear?” 

“Yep, he told me.” 

Eddie looks down to now Bear, stares at him for a moment, and then nods his head. “Yeah, his name is Bear.”

And Bear has no issues when you bring him home. He really was well behaved, knowing a lot of tricks and commands, including bumping his nose on the back door to tell you to let him out. Eddie even played fetch with him while you cooked dinner.

When Wayne stopped by to drop something off, Bear was instantly on him, begging for attention. Wayne was pulling his old grumpy man act, but you saw him give bear some ear scritches when he thought no one was looking.

 As soon as its time for bed, Bear gets comfy at the end of your bed on his new dog bed. You’re under the covers as you watch Eddie bend down and talk to Bear. 

“Goodnight, Bear. I’m sorry you had to be locked up for so long. Your new mommy knows how to make a guy feel at home, though, so I think you’ll be just fine.”

[nat-20s]

HATE when Superman designs don't have the red trunks it's the superhero equivalent of a brachycephalic dog

[encarved]

stan's on the outside

(tw flashing)

[ao3screenshotss]

[howifeltabouthim]

'I just felt excluded, however kind you all were, I felt I was on the outside of your real concerns.'

Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat

[veryferaldistributions]

I’m feeling this song pretty hard lately.

[spinifera]

(original post)

the awesome thing about separated aus is that you can explore how the relationships between the turtles in completely different circumstances. or you can just your designs w/ dialogue from tumblr posts

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Oops! I'm now feral and want to learn everything I can about Mikhail. He has the vibe of someone who was abandoned, like a beloved childhood plush forgotten on a vacation to a family-owned cabin yknow? He feels soft. If I have been entirely wrong with this like, feeling, please throw me out a window immediately.

I won't through you out the window! The best thing about my lack of artistic talent is that your brain will create someone so beautiful and perfect for you based off my story's description. I think the feeling is there; the abandoned being left to rot alone in a decrepit mansion.

I will say his face, the "fake" face, is always set in a soft smile, with long eyelashes that make his downturned eyes look melancholy even when he is happy. Although he is androgynous and physically has no gender, he identifies as a man and uses his mind control abilities to transmit that fact without him needing to explain it. (Reader) identifies his voice as masculine because he put that knowledge in their mind. If that makes sense haha.

[pollswithnogoals]

*kinda

[lesservillain]

Hi are you still writing for love on the outside? I enjoyed reading that fic and can’t wait for 1997

Yes i am! Im just taking a little break from writing while I get some things settled in my life right now. But i feel like I’ll be back to writing soon 😊

[rebootgrimm]

Y’all we saw a Tesla Cybertruck (if that’s the name) irl while checking out at Wawa (gas station. I fucking love their iced coffee) and I wish we had gotten a photo because Goddamn that shit looked so stupid

[algumaideia]

Octavian

[ilovejoyjessie]

Hidden Figures #1 (Wake by Richard Serra) || II.

Leaning into that feeling of minisculity I focused my poses on what the feeling would look like physically: I balled myself up and played with smaller poses accented by little angled touches for dimension. And in those poses, as I bent and stooped and balanced and shrunk, surrounded by these figures, the amount of space between myself and Wake's structures became even more noticeable.

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I felt like a small speck between the vastness of its walls,

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a tiny interloper between pieces and foundations that had stood together for decades.

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And all that space began to emphasize another feeling that was familiar....A feeling of

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isolation,

even in the presence of others.

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And in that moment, between these iconic structures rising in the center of Seattle, it was not lost on me that the feeling Wake's walls were stirring in me I'd experienced many times, not far from where I was standing...

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It was not lost on me that, similarly to the way I joined the structures of Wake, I've been allowed to be a part of the scenery of some of Seattle's groups, allowed to get close to the figures within it. But upon closer inspection, no matter how deeply I slunk myself into them, there were still gaps between myself and my fellow figures: social, emotional, cultural gaps that I couldn't seem to close.

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I may have arched and waved in ways similar to the shapes surrounding me, but my curves were still a little too rounded, my angles a little too sharp to fit into its storied pockets. I was still sticking out and felt it more and more, year after year.

[wordsicanonlysaytostrangers]

There’s something in the water in my hometown, in the creek at the park and the rain on the roof of the bedroom I grew up in.

I don’t know what it is but I know there are two types of people.

There are those who drink it and swim in it and bathe in it and soon it is part of them. The little stream behind their house becomes part of their blood and they stay forever.

There are those for whom it is poison. It floods their veins with arsenic and their lungs with smoke and the water claws at their throat on the way down, until their entire body begs their brain to get away.

What’s in the water? I don’t know. I wish I knew. Maybe if I knew, it would taste good.

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

idk i just think that's a rhyme that doesn't come up that often