#dog hair dont care

[spookysalem13]

My cuddle buddy 💕 little Miss Nona 💜 I sleep like a damn tornado 🌪 I don't know how she deals with my butt 🤣 but she does and I love her for it 🥰

[teesummer75]

(via Dog Hair Dont Care T-Shirt - Funny Novelty Tee for Men, Women, Kids - Perfect Gift for Dog Lovers Canvas Print by Teesummer75)

[credensjustitiam]

fyodor is the funniest character ever for having a fuckass bob and an undercut in the middle of all of that

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando instinctively trying to protect his boyfriend Seb from the champagne spray

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[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

my n1 guilty pleasure is thinkin that post m2 lauretta moved deeper into criminal after several years & ended up sentenced to jail somewhere in the middle of 1970s

[milkbreadtoast]

looking back at the yjh webtoon screencaps i have saved and giggling... hes so cute... moe... my pookie ^___^ 🥰🥰 poor little meow meow woof woo- *eliminated where i stand*

also these poses are sooooo... 꺄아악🖤🫣🫣🫣🫣

[good-beanswrites]

A little something featuring Fuuta and Es after talking about their criminal lack of interaction in fanworks with @waivyjellyfish ! You had such awesome ideas (a few of which I'm still bouncing around in my head to post at some point,) but this one ended up taking over my brain -- I hope you enjoy 😅 Attempting to answer the widely-debated question:

“Oi, why didn’t you hit me?”

Es looked up from their paperwork.

“Prisoner number three. Most people are glad when they’re not struck.”

“Well, I’m not.” 

Es usually left the door open at this hour, in case anyone had any last-minute complaints before curfew. No one usually took them up on the offer. They figured that if there was any prisoner they could count on to complain, it would be Fuuta marching through their door.

“You hit all the other guys. You even hit some of the girls that were giving you trouble. So what? You think I’m too weak? You think I can’t take it?” Fuuta spread his arms. “I can, so show me what you’ve got!”

Es sighed. They put down their pen. They folded their gloved hands together, resting their chin on top. “Fuuta, I’m not going to hit you.”

“Why not?”

“As of right now, I have no reason to. If you’re referring to the interrogations…”

They reflected on the first one they'd shared with him. To be fair, the thought had crossed their mind. It would have been satisfying to give this rowdy prisoner a taste of his own medicine – striking him after such a dramatic charge at them. But Es was always good at reading people. It didn’t take them long to understand Fuuta was the type to lash out first and ask questions later. In fact, that was likely what had landed him in Milgram in the first place. 

Although Es knew they weren’t here to do any reformation, they wanted to try to show these prisoners where they’d gone wrong. So, they resolved to act as the bigger person. They’d prove that senseless violence was just that. By keeping their composure, they’d show Fuuta just how childish he was being. 

That wasn’t my only reason. I guess that's true, my actions weren’t all purely righteous. I still spent the entire time looking for ways to make him squirm… But it wasn’t all cruelty. I really did want to understand. I wanted to help. That counts for something, right?

Es never struck the prisoners out of anger, or as a petty show of power. It was a way to force the prisoner to mind their ego. When they’d gotten a bit too full of themselves, a bit too comfortable with the awful deed they’d committed, Es’ blow encouraged them to feel a bit more humility and guilt. 

By the time the second trial arrived, Fuuta oozed guilt. 

The moment Es entered the interrogation room, it was clear that he needed no lesson in humility. He hugged his arms to his chest. His remaining eye darted around the room in thinly-veiled hysteria. His voice trembled when he spoke. It didn’t require any people-reading skills to hear the remorse that underlaid all of his accusations and threats.

Hitting the others felt like giving a dog a tap on the nose after breaking a rule. Meanwhile, Fuuta snapped and snarled like a stray who’d been kicked time and time again.

Of course, he could never know any of this. Any way Es phrased it, Fuuta would misunderstand it as pity.

Well, wasn’t it? I thought he looked like a kicked puppy – that sounds a lot like pity. No, it was out of respect. Does that mean I didn’t respect the prisoners I did hit? No. I respected them too. Then, what’s the difference?

Fuuta was still staring at them, asking the very same question. What’s the difference?

“Each of Milgram’s prisoners is unique.” 

They were met with an unimpressed glare.

Es chose their words carefully. “Each one responds best to a variety of treatments. Some need attention to be comfortable, while others need time. Some need validation in order to confess. Others, a bit of debate does the trick. Some need a show of force. You –” remind me too much of myself  “– require something else. I’ve learned to change my approach depending on the person I’m dealing with.”

Fuuta’s features flashed with confusion, then shame, then his usual mask of anger. “Tch. How pathetic.”

“Excuse me?”

“So you just change your personality when it’s convenient? You put up fake smiles and fake attitude? Have some balls and just be yourself.”

Es was caught by surprise. “... I am. Those are all pieces of myself. I choose to bring out different parts when it would be most helpful.” 

“Sounds manipulative as hell to me.” 

It makes sense he doesn’t understand. He’s a very clear-cut person, with every aspect of his personality lining up in a way that makes sense. I find that predictability fun. Or, is it something that I envy? Could it be both?

They had no time to dwell on it, as Fuuta was struck with an idea. “Though, if you can do it on command, why don’t you give me the ‘you’ that wants to hit someone?” 

He spread his arms once more, hands gesturing to his chest. Es pretended not to notice him wince. They remained in their seat. 

“What are you waiting for? Hit me!” 

“I will not.”

“You just said you can change your personality on a whim, so let’s see it!” 

“That is not what I said.”

His good eye began to look frenzied. He raised his voice. “You scared? The big bad warden of Milgram, nothing but a big coward!”

“Stop this. You’re acting childish.”

“No! You’re treating me childishly! Let me see the Es that kicked Shidou! The one that slapped Kazui! Treat me like you treated them!”

“I hit them because they said something stupid. They deserved it.”

“Are you fucking kidding? I deserve it too! I deserve it! Come on!”

At the last word, his voice broke. He stumbled to his knees. He let his head drop. He sucked in strained breath after strained breath. Shidou would surely give him a lecture about getting so worked up with his injuries. 

Es finally stood.

They made their way around the desk. They knelt on the floor in front of him. 

“Why?” he wheezed. “Tell me…”

“Fuuta.” 

Should I just go ahead and do it, just to make him happy? No, I want to talk it out. But what do even I say? I'll tell him that I care. I can’t. None of the prisoners understand that I care. Why? Why is it so hard for them to see? I’m trying my best, why can’t they see? 

Es extended their hand carefully. They didn’t know what they hoped to accomplish, but in that moment their thoughts were too loud and conflicting. They needed to do something.

Fuuta saw the gentle intention, and immediately raised his own hand to strike. It froze midair, though whether it was from Milgram’s restrictions or his own hesitation, Es would never know.

Neither of their gestures connected.

Footsteps. Then Yuno’s voice, hesitantly from the doorway. “We heard shouting, is everything alright in here?”

Es retracted their hand.  A beat. Fuuta dropped his, too. 

“Yuno. Yes, we’re fine. Fuuta was just heading to bed. I’m going to walk him to his cell.”

“I can handle myself.”

“I said, I’m going to walk him to his cell.” 

Es stood, nodding to Yuno. When she’d gone, they turned their attention back to the prisoner crumpled on the ground. They made an effort to quiet their ever-racing thoughts. 

“Listen. I know you can handle yourself. I’m not doing this because I think you’re weak. You’re strong. Don’t think for a moment that I don’t see that.”

They held out their arm to help him up. He didn’t move.

“Sometimes you are a bit too strong, if you ask me. I mean, picking fights with your prison warden, really?” They clicked their tongue. “You should be grateful for a superior that gives you second chances.”

At last, Fuuta  took their hand. He avoided meeting their eyes, but his voice had softened considerably from his rant. “The only thing you give me is a headache.”

Es offered a dry smile as they pulled him to his feet. “The feeling is mutual.”

[crepuscularpete]

I feel as if he thought I was mocking him...

So I got a little friendly kiss, you know because we're good buddies!

Then a bigger sloppier one! 😝

But then he laughed his ass off... because he licked IT before licking my face! Thanks buddy, love you too! 😅 🐾

[nirhia]

They are bullying her for not having a plushie 😔

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[spaceandbones]

drop the anime ocs lore 🤺🤺

promise me i wont be shot dead for it and i will

Jk ive been waiting and itching to do this for months

my favorite creation of all time my entire life etc is my hxh oc who is inspired by all dogs go to heaven (?) im not sure. but anyways her name is Tabris she's a homeless orphan and she's got a lot of angel and dog symbology otg. she looks like if a multicolored lab mutt with long fur and mismatched eyes was turned into a human girl. she has choppy hair that's like 7 diff colors and heterochromia and vitiligo. she's an enhancer and has an ability I don't have a name for yet where based on the cycle of the moon, certain attributes she's enhanced get stronger/weaker, so towards the new moon she gets faster, towards the full moon she gets stronger. she also has a conjured halo that makes her impervious to some percentage of nen powered attacks that requires her to be pierced/stabbed/puctured through a vital organ before she can conjure it, so she builds this harness with thin spikes that can go into her liver/lungs/etc so she can activate that ability. she's a licensed hunter and uses it to be a treasure hunter specifically for weird powerful weapons. i want to have her use an emission ability to turn her aura into angel wings but ive got to fuck w that a bit 'cause I'm not sure that would work the way I want it to. shes new so she doesnt have any visuals yet. rip.

ive got another hxh oc named Riko who has little demon horns and all his nen abilities are based around demonic concepts- he's a manipulator so his main thing is called demonic posession where he can manipulate people into comitting one of the 7 deadly sins with a caveat that he has to committ one of those sins for each person he compells to do it, so he's constantly out here being a scumbag piece of shit. his hair is ashy blue-green he dyes it himself and if he's getting depressed or doesn't have time to redye it his roots show dark brown. he kills people for money <3 here he is in a picrew...

last one bam bam is a jjk oc Chihiro who is my boy who looks like a girl and uses she/her and I made her specifically to get dicked down by toji in fics nobody will ever see but she got accidentally very cool. her cursed technique is summoning shadow-puppet shikigami that chatter and laugh and take little bites out of her targets. her domain is a pitch black decrepit theater stage with one single light that follows the target around while they get eaten alive by shadow puppets. she's like androdynous alt comic relief in a sad way character of all time. she'd be like 27/28 by s1. her dad was a curse-user who got murdered by sorcerer's when she was like 5 and his twin brother is a constant sorce of conflict in her adult life

[nightandflesh]

Biked over to my friend Jenna’s place to talk dog business and she’s a talker , like a real chatty Cathy which makes it much easier for me bc i get to interact less.

so I’m sitting on the steps, smoking, trying to take the impossible casual but hot perfect selfie when I hear her telling the customer service agent all the ways in which to improve their bulk premium pricing. This is typical of her - and I love it bc you cannot shut her up. I told her whoever she’s talking to is an idiot for their lazy responses to a client who seems to really care. As she tried to articulate the same thing in a different coat, I offhandedly mentioned the specific demographic of dog owners mentioned are people with disposable income so the company’s initial counter response was a moot point.

Now, Jenna is funny. she nodded her head eagerly at me in agreement and then, still on the phone, says to the agent “my friend just got here and she is a professional and agrees with me so this should make you reconsider your whole infrastructure.”

Lol a professional degenerate if anything !

(Ten minutes later)

As I was only half listening, it took me a few minutes to realize a bit of time had passed and she’s still talking to the same person, but now she’s advising on inventing a better pooper scooper product (something that company does not manufacture, make or sell).

I suggested a stronger but lighter industrial pooper scooper perhaps made with titanium

[spookysalem13]

Little Nola, my precious baby girl 🥰

[teesummer75]

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[angelstrawbabie420]

[the-acid-pear]

I got reminded the Lacey's series exists and it really left me confused because... People love and praise that but hate on The Painter?

I want to say it's just bias because Lacey's is very well done style wise (the painter has great art but weak presentation), but Lacey's is pure fucking shock content w little substance. That's why I always hated it. And I still do. It's not even surprising.

And it a way it's fitting for it bc it has that strong 2010s/2000s vibes and horror back then was just like that lmao look at any old creepypasta but it's still edgy as shit.

And I don't want this to be me complaining about that series bc that's not my point what I'm complaining about is how I don't understand how the internet ADORED one but hated the other for arguably the same reasons.

But I also want to complain so see y'all in the tags 👍

[pyrriax]

literal insect

oh and also this wretched text bubble that i put the fucking puppet kiss into because i didnt have anything else in my brain other than that Thing

i love sketch pages theyre just a stream of consciousness thing. their style changes like halfway thru. best time ever im looking forward to coloring this later