#dandere week

[maidoftheday]

Today's Dandere of the Day: Nagisa Furukawa from Clannad

[shewhowantsmouseears]

so i might have free time this sunday, and if I do...

[fingertipsmp3]

I’m not sure if the seasonal depression is hitting especially hard this year or if I’m just grieving for Mabel or if I’m finally going irreparably insane or if life/people is being unfair towards me or all of the above

[corvidcall]

miss my kitty who just passed. miss having a kitty around. my partner suggested a while ago what if we got a hypoallergenic cat, so i was looking into it, but today i checked on a breeder id been considering and she closed her waitlist like. yesterday. dang

[danderling]

SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE THIS WEEK!!!! Art block hit me like a land slide

Tropickle (i forgot the other name for it……) lives in my head rent free doesnt pay any bills eats at the dinner table whenever it likes and is basically the landlord at this point i love these two so so much

Imagine Trophy and Pickle’s possiblities dude…. Like Trophy and Pickle open up to each other about their past actions and then like

Trophy gets to learn about Pickle’s experience with Taco as like a way to he able to see his past actions from Knife’s point of view and its a big moment where he realises he struggles to understand his own emotions and needs let alone others which leads to him eventually wanting to change

While Pickle gets to hear about Trophy wanting to change as a person and since he knows so many people who have made mistakes and wants to learn from them he is willing to be there for Trophy and then ghrhrgjekxkgks

THEN THEY KISS ITS A HAPPILY EVER AFTER ASS MOMENT I NEED THEM TO HAVE SUCH A CUTE LITTLE ROMANTIC PICNIC DATE IN THE FOREST SAVE ME

Yeah me and my lomg rambles but thats what you get for following Dander’s blog out of every other one

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being "obsessed" with my neighbor's dog?

Not entirely sure how else to word this. I'm not sure I did anything wrong, but when I talked to a friend about it they said I was being creepy and I'm open to other opinions here.

I (F27) love dogs, but sadly I can't have one because I'm allergic. It's not a deathly allergy, just if I'm around dog hair and dander for too long my nose starts running and my eyes start itching. So I'm fine if I pass by one in public, or pet one and wash my hands after, but I can't have a dog in my house laying on my furniture and bed and getting hair on my clothes.

About a year ago I had a new neighbor move in we'll call Alice (F30), and Alice has a pit bull we'll call Cain. She actually came and knocked on my door and told me she just wanted to warn me she had a large dog who looks scary and barks a lot, but she'll try to keep him quiet and only let him out during the day so hopefully he won't interrupt my sleep. I told her I didn't mind and I asked if I could toss treats over the fence if I saw him outside and she said yes, I could even come pet him if I wanted. That he looks scary but he's a big sweetie. She even told me she was relieved I didn't freak out about living next to a huge pit bull, and that she had to move from her last place because people kept complaining and saying she shouldn't own such a "dangerous animal".

I won Cain over pretty quickly, because I would carry milk bones in my car and toss him some whenever I saw him out in the yard. Eventually he would see me coming and run up to the fence demanding treats and pets. Then I got permission from Alice to come in her yard to pet him, which I did probably a couple times a week and only when she was home (but not always while she was outside, sometimes she was inside). Then Alice told me how she had to start working double shifts at her job and was worried Cain would tear her house up from the lack of exercise and attention, so I offered to walk him everyday. She told me where she hid her spare house key and left his leash and some water bottles on her porch. I would come over everyday and walk Cain and hang out in her yard with him, then put him back inside when he was tuckered out. I never went in her house.

I thought we had a pretty good thing going. I got along great with Cain and hanging out with him was scratching the itch I sometimes get to have a dog, but I know he's not mine. And Alice comes home to a happy and sleepy pup to cuddle with at night. But recently a video game came out where you can adopt pets, and one of the adoptable dogs looks strikingly like Cain. I adopted that dog in the game and sent Alice a picture of the dog with a joking text that said "He's finally all mine! Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."

Alice didn't text me back that night, and the next day she said she'd prefer if I didn't come over to her house anymore. I asked if she was okay, and she just said she wasn't feeling comfortable with our arrangement anymore. Now I think she's purposely keeping Cain in when I go to work or come home, because he's never out anymore. I haven't seen her or him in a couple weeks, and when I try to call her it goes straight to voicemail. I told my friend what happened and he said I was being creepy and too obsessed with Cain. Was I?

What are these acronyms?

[freneticfloetry]

You guys ever have a real-life experience so utterly ridiculous that you immediately want to turn it into fanfic? Because that totally happened to me yesterday.

FirstPrince is up in the rotation this week, so have exactly seven sentences of ACD feels from the AU that's eaten my brain. Thanks to @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @nisbanisba @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom and @liminalmemories21 for the tags. 🥰

Alex had wanted a pet for as long as he could remember. He'd asked his parents for years, practically begged through half of his childhood, but there was always a reason the answer was no — he was too young, life was too hectic, his parents were way too busy. He couldn't fault his father's allergies or his mother's fear of all things amphibian, or that June's intermittent asthma nixed all discussions of anything with dander. By the time he went off to spend the last of his summer with the Scouts, full of horses and lizards and a campground cat, Alex had stopped asking altogether. The winter after his father left home, Alex passed on the pity puppy his mother offered for Christmas. He knew better than to think the gaping hole in his heart could be filled with something so little and so late, not when he'd finally figured out the real reason their house had never seen so much as a goldfish. His family was just too broken.

Tagging in @paperstorm @never-blooms @rmd-writes @orchidscript @herefortarlos @ladytessa74 @reyesstrand @walkinginland @whatsintheboxmh @three-drink-amy @alrightbuckaroo @bonheur-cafe and @welcometololaland.

[cartwrong]

for the @ficwip word of the week: wednesday.

River wasn’t even supposed to be here. 

It was supposed to be Marcus with Shirley doing the drop, but River needed to take the OB to a doctor’s appointment last Wednesday, so Marcus had covered one of Lamb’s assignments in his place. But he had only agreed if River owed him a favour. The favour somehow ended with River tied back to back to a chair with Shirley Dander, his wrists already aching from the restraints and his cheek stinging where one of the men had hit him with his gun. 

“You’re gonna regret this,” Shirley seethed from behind him, and River could only imagine the fury on her features. 

There was an oomph as the man punched her in the stomach that made River wince in sympathy and try to hold his legs together as much as he could. Shirley had taken a harder hit to the head than he had, and if she kept this up, then River knew their captors were going to do everything they could to silence her. The realisation settled in his stomach like a stone, then exited his mouth before he could think better of it. 

“Hey fuck face,” River said, attempting to get the man’s attention. He could see him move out of the corner of his eye, straightening up to listen. “No, the other fuck face, yes, you, you fucking prick.”

When the man was close enough, River took his chance and spit in his face, or as close to it as he could. A punch to the ribs answered his act of defiance, but at least the man had left Shirley alone. River only began to question his plan when, after a second attempt to piss him off, the man picked up a wrench.

[maidoftheday]

Today's Dandere of the Day: Miku Nakano from 5-toubun no Hanayome

[creative-chaos-apparently]

I am excited to introduce…. Miette

She’s staying with my family for the week so I can go over and play with her, in order to see if my dander allergy can handle her! She’s very snuggly and likes to claw my hand.

[pedropascalito]

Some of you might remember I adopted a sweet little dog in 2023. I had to rehome him with my stepsister because it turned out I was terribly allergic to him. I learned the hard way dogs with hair still have dander. I cried and cried for literally weeks and then just cried for months and I still miss him terribly!

But, he is still always in my heart and he loved my Grogu Squishmallow because he has the best taste. Here are some pictures of my sweetie pie cuddling Grogu:

I get to go dog sit him for a week and I’ll be suffering and ecstatic at the same time.

[nerdykeppie]

Added to the Boneyard tonight:

$34.99 $14.99

$24.99 $12.99

The Boneyard is NerdyKeppie's repository of items purchased as samples and worn in photoshoots as well as clothing returned-to-sender and unclaimed by customers. Unless otherwise noted, the items have been washed and worn for photoshoots only; they are stored in a non-smoking house with possible contact with cat and dog dander.

We don't do clearance sales because we don't keep stock of most of our items -- this is the closest you're ever gonna get, so, like... get while the getting is good.

[yogurtkags]

❝ IF NOT FOR YOU ❞ — semi eita

03. honey moon

♫ … cw: very briefly alludes to childhood family issues if you squint very hard (one liner), language, misunderstandings, dialogue heavy, not proofread

"honey, all i see is you, dressed in the moon, i know. and i know, if we can ever set together, like constellations, we can live forever"

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some days you wish eita drove, purely for convenience of course. most days you don’t, today is one of those days.

the soft genuine smile on your face seeing him knock on your apartment door with windswept hair and one hand tucked in the pocket of his leather jacket, the other holding up his skateboard, can probably rival the gentleness of a pale orange sunrise— not that you believe it, but anyone who can see your face would say that.

the visual before you is so very predictable, so very eita, and you take it all in akin to returning home after a long day.

before you even register it, your body moves on muscle memory and you’re subconsciously bringing a hand up to smooth down some of the wild strands on his head, fully knowing that it’ll all be for naught once you step outside again, the breeze bound to mess it up again. your actions don’t go unnoticed, the faintest of blushes powdering his cheeks in the prettiest of pinks.

“hey, you got everything?”

“yeah, let’s go.” you huff out a humoured breath, swinging your satchel over your shoulders and body and patting it down to make sure all your necessities were in before heading out and closing the door behind you.

getting on eita’s board and wrapping your arms securely around his torso for stability comes naturally, you’ve done this countless times before after all, but this time feels different. it feels oddly intimate, the way his arm curls around your waist to keep your bodies close together, the top of your head just brushing against the apple of his cheek, hair tickling the supple flesh. it’s nothing new, yet today it all feels a little too real, the sensation causing tingles to rush through every nerve and muscle.

shoyo brought it up once before how he’s never seen eita do that with anyone else, no one’s ever hitched a ride on his trusty skateboard, never even come close to getting on it, let alone with him. the thought sent you in an upward spiral of false hope and yearning and made you give him a harsh slap against his arm for planting that idea in your head. you ultimately push it down every time, continuously telling yourself that it’s just because we’re so close.

his words snap you out of your wistful daydreaming, faint and mellow in tone, gentle, “are you okay?”

“hmm? yeah, why would i not be?” taken aback by the sudden question, you look up at him quizzically, eyebrows furrowed.

his eyes remain focused and don't leave the road, hardly sparing you a glance within his peripheral vision. this particular street is empty at this time of day and there’s really no need for him to be on such high alert, he’s not the most reckless of skaters and prioritises safety over anything especially when you’re with him — does he not even want to look at you? “you tell me, it’s been more than a week of radio silence from you.”

oh.

you conjure up a half-assed attempt at deflecting, untrue yet genuinely apologetic, cheek warming in embarrassment, “i’ve just… been really stressed out with assignments, don’t even worry about it.”

sometimes you hate that he knows you so well, it feels like he can see right through you. he’s always been able to read you like a well-loved book, the only sign of age and use being the yellowing pages sandwiched between pristine paperback covers and favourite phrases highlighted and lines annotated, dusted off regularly so dirt and dander doesn’t collect.

you hate lying to him, but it’s necessary this time to protect your heart from yourself, not him — he won’t break your heart, but just the implication of things ever moving forward in your friendship and the potential of it all falling apart shakes a deep-rooted fear in your inner child that you’ll never be ready to confront. not right now, not when it could concern him.

“you know, you’re a terrible liar.” he mumbles, just barely loud enough for you to hear over the sound of wayward wind and plastic polyurethane wheels on asphalt. he drops the topic there and then, but what’s done is done. maybe it’s the past week or so of quiet that encourages a stillness to fall over the both of you, but the rest of the ride to campus is done in a suffocating silence.

the walk across campus to the music room was awkward to say the least, you’re looking at the dirty grimey floors more than ahead, letting muscle memory take you to where you need to be. eita trudges along next to you, heavy footsteps echoing down the hall as you walk side by side, a thick barrier of tension built up between you. the only thought in your mind is to get to the room as soon as you can, at the very least the boys will be a pleasant distraction from whatever this is.

pushing the door open, three heads immediately lift up from whatever they’re doing in attention, eyes lighting up when they see your figure trailing behind eita, spouting a chorus of greetings.

atsumu comes running over to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “i missed ya! semi-mi doesn’t bring you along often enough.”

akaashi greets with a smile, polite as ever, “nice to see you! it’s been a while.”

your gaze flits over to the youngest in the room, kageyama, “hi kags!” and he cutely responds with a shy hello, eyes averted. the boys dote on him lots and look out for him whether they like to admit or not and you’re no exception.

“i swear you guys are more excited to see her than me.” eita begrudgingly mumbles, flipping atsumu off when he sticks out a tongue in retaliation.

“it’s all in good fun! i missed you guys too.” you reassure, setting your things down and getting comfy on the small two-seater situated in the corner of the room, propping your laptop up on your lap.

eita, seemingly distracted, puts down his guitar case and pauses in his steps for a second before taking a seat next to you, leaving a gap wide enough for you to notice it’s deliberate. “come over here for a sec, we got something to show you guys.”

you don’t like the hesitancy in his actions and it hurt a little to see, but you try to pay no mind, instead focusing your energy into not peeling the skin around your cuticles off in nervousness.

thankfulness looks a little different for you, it’s typically laced with a veil of self-doubt, anxiety and a dilapidating fear of failure. it’s easy to say offhandedly that you’re grateful for the good things that have come out of struggle, but it comes and goes in waves. you love this little community that you have backing you: eita, your roommates, the boys, always at your beck and call — but showing them original creations has always been daunting, even more so than putting your work out on social media. you care more about what your loved ones think that any random faceless nameless stranger on the internet.

coming up behind you to gently massage your sweater-clad shoulders, atsumu leans forward to peer at what’s on your screen, “relax, it’s just us. and yer stuff’s always good, ya never miss.” resounding nods and hums of agreement from the rest temporarily calms your heart, taking a deep breath and hitting play.

as the tunes flow from your little laptop speakers, the rest of the room falls quiet, only the sound of shoes tapping, fingers drumming sound aloud and subtle quips of approval ring in your ears. you zero in on the track and let your mind get lost in the music, only realising that it's ended when the same hands on your shoulders begin shaking you. “it’s so good, what the fuck!”

"tsumu, i swear to god." you barely manage to laugh out as your body jostles from side to side, eyes briefly settling on eita's and letting the tiniest smile slip as he nods, almost to say i told you they'd like it.

"you sound great in this genre, it's fresh, i like it. right kageyama?" akaashi lightly bumps his hip into kageyama’s, said boy nodding with bright eyes and mumbling a soft, “it’s really good.”

with a sigh of relief, the tension leaves your body. you had nothing to worry about, eita said so and his words ring true even now. they always do.

with flushed cheeks, you clap, "okay let's get on with what we were supposed to do. did you have any songs that you wanted to practice?"

akaashi fills you in on the few songs they were planning on trying out today to possibly add to their next gig's setlist. it's almost comical how much they deny being in a band together, yet they're the regular, or rather the only line up every time eita gets invited to perform at an event or lands a gig. one of the songs catches your attention, the title sparking recognition and familiarity in the database of songs that is your head. eita jokingly calls you 'spotify with legs' sometimes much to your chagrin.

"oh i love that one so much." you muse, pulling it up on the speakers as the initial strums of 'honey moon' by holding absence sinks into your skin and seeps into your bones. it’s poetic, it’s lovesick, and full of yearning, right up your alley, and oddly suited to the situation you have yourself stuck in right now.

and so a few warm ups and guitar tunings later, you find yourself seated upright against the plush couch cushions with a microphone in your hand, the boys wired up to their respective equipment and waiting for eita’s cue. you aren’t supposed to sing with them, but with some coaxing you gave in with a lighthearted eye roll and the compromise that you’ll be doing just the harmonies. you’re just teasing, you won’t pass up any chance to sing and they know it very well.

singing comes as naturally as breathing, not that you’re self assured in your abilities but it’s something that’s been ingrained you in since you were a child. letting the sounds weave into the crevices of dead spaces in your heart and mend unhealed chambers, you close your eyes and let the music overtake your senses, losing yourself in the lyrics and clearing your head, self-soothing even if just for a little while.

eita takes the opportunity to trace his sight over your features as your voices meld together in unison. regardless of how you felt, music was always the one thing that could lift your spirits.

he feels terribly guilty that things have taken a turn for the worst today, his thoughtless jab earlier seeming to have struck a nerve with you. he doesn’t want to invade into your space more than he has already done, backing away and letting you welcome him in again in your own time. it just sucks that he knows you well enough to tell when you’re lying, and hopes that it wasn’t because if anything he’s done. did he say or do something wrong that has you pushing him away?

you’re like a kaleidoscope — you’ve known each other all your life, yet it feels like he keeps finding new sides and shades of you that he’s unable to comprehend. especially recently, it feels like something about you is changing, within you, in your dynamic with him. eita doesn’t know what this means but he’s afraid, afraid to be a thorn in your side, afraid that he’s not really what you want after all. he knows he’s being irrational and letting his emotions control him in this moment but what else is he supposed to do?

his thoughts seem to confirm themselves when he sees you packing up your things and making a move to leave with atsumu once the session wraps up. wait, you’re not heading back with him?

— fun facts.

♫ … the music room on campus used to only be used by semi (lead guitar & vocals) and yn until atsumu (drums) and akaashi (rhythm guitar) came in as freshmen and started jamming out together.

♫ … shy aloof kagayema (bass) wandered in the next year and the rest was history.

♫ … yn met akaashi in a creative writing class, and has seen kageyama in passing (met through shoyo) and atsumu's just here for the vibes.

♫ … yn is the closest to atsumu, they just hit it off really well from the get go and he brings out the playfulness in her. if not eita, she often goes to him whenever she needs a male's perspective on something, or just a good time!

♫ … regardless of whether semi and yn show up to band practice together, he always makes sure to send her home, which is why he's a little ??? about her taking off with atsumu unannounced.

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notes. ruh roh, misunderstanding and jealousy arc!

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[superfluffychickens]

Phew! Just disinfected the nursery with Virkon, literally scrubbed every wall, the floor, the doors, the window, as well as the brooder and brooder plate, the big crate (that I’ll use once the chicks are a few weeks old), even the trash can! I’m a bit paranoid about the babies getting sick, but that’s because they’re my babies. You know how strict obstetrical wards/NICUs are, because you don’t want to take risks with your babies when they’re just born and have such weak immune systems. I have the same philosophy. So I always change clothes when I have to go between the coop and the nursery, I wear a shower cap in the coop so I don’t get dander in my hair, and of course I wash my hands throughly. If it’s within my power, I’ll do it to keep the babs safe. I’ll even vaccinate them myself if I have to. I hope it doesn’t come to that, it’s expensive and I’ve never given an injection before, but I’ll do it.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA? My (25) brother (22) has been bringing his girlfriend and her cat over ever since this last spring. They both know I'm allergic to cats, so they asked if it would be ok, leaving the cat only in my brother's room in the basement. I figured it would only be occasionally and as long as my brother cleaned his room often, it should be fine. They bring the cat over about 3-4 times a week, and he does vacuum a little, but there is still cat dander in the air, on his clothes, and he also somehow manages to always miss the cat litter all over the floor around the litter box. Not to mention that we have our washer/dryer in the basement, so I have to go down there sometimes. My allergies have been acting up all year to the point where I'm stuffy almost all the time, I've gone through MANY tissue boxes, and I had to renew my asthma inhaler prescription for the first time in 6+ years of not needing it. Anyway, the problem between me and my brother is that he and his gf make no effort to keep the cat outside of the house cuz apparently her parents are never home to watch the cat, and her room has no lock to keep the cat safe from her dogs. I told him to get a lock and he said that "it wouldn't work with her door." And apparently, anytime I bring up my issues with my cat allergies in front of the gf, he tells me that I'm making her feel unwelcome in our house. It finally got bad today when I texted him asking if he'd get me more tissues since I've had to buy them myself all year long. He immediately started trying to come up with excuses like he needs to save money (he can easily go to the Dollar Store), he wasn't feeling well (it was a minor stomach ache), and then when I started to tell him I'm tired of buying all these tissues and allergy meds for myself, he went off on me telling me that I'm overreacting, and that he outgrew his childhood cat allergies and that I should be fine, and that I was being rude to him and his gf. AITA for simply asking my brother to help pitch in with my allergy supplies and for wanting him to keep the cat out?

What are these acronyms?

[ahedderick]

Splendid Saturday

The rain has stopped and it's the sunniest, breeziest, brightest, most flower-filled Saturday morning you could ever want. Peak April!

Hero has an extra-bad case of the itchy-miserables. His winter coat has been shedding out for a couple of weeks, now, and no matter how much my daughter and I groom him, the hair (and dander) keep shedding.

That pile of hair on the ground is just a small sample of his shedding prowess. There is a metal curry comb that seems to feel best to him, and I have spent a ridiculous amount of time the last week trying to find his itchy spots and help him out. If I don't, he sometimes rubs on a tree until he actually injures/scrapes himself, and I hate seeing that. Of course, the whole time I'm trying to work on him, Nutmeg is either trying to squeeze in between us or bonking me with her horns to get my attention. She Wants to be Groomed, Too.

@plantanarchy if you weren't busier than a beaver after a rainstorm, I'd be begging you to come scrape hair off this poor horse!!