#fighting dog

[blaire-beast]

Can i even call this canine poetry

[rozcdust]

remember that time i wrote a fic that was basically an entire redemption arc for a really fucked up character where she learns comfort and love for the first time

then at the end she gets coerced into suicide

yeah, um, WHAT THE FUCK WAS I ON AND HOW DID YOU GUYS NOT LYNCH ME

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[townflex]

Man Dies After Attack by Fighting Dog in London; Woman Charged

A 42-year-old man has tragically died following a fatal attack by a “dangerous fighting dog” in Stratford, east London. Police were called to Shirley Road at 4:53 a.m. on December 4, after reports that the man had been seriously injured in the dog mauling. He was rushed to the hospital but later succumbed to his injuries. A post-mortem will be conducted, and his family has been…

[wuucchoo]

waiting for megumi's class to end so they can play ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა

[cheezy-whizz]

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick, deadpan: You hid a racoon in your room.

Jason, crouched by a sleeping racoon currently sleeping on a pillow. Theres scratches all over his arms and legs. He doesn’t seem bothered: yeah? What ya gonna do about it?

Dick: Un-hide? The goddamn racoon in your room?

Jason: But I’ve named him.

Dick: Well, un-name him.

Jason: He’s Barty.

Dick: I don’t care.

Jason: …

Jason: We can use him to fuck with Bruce.

Dick: …

Dick: Would Barty like some food?

[raepliica]

i think they should take turns cuddling for healing purposes

[critterbitter]

Congratulations! Your Tynamo evolved into an Eelektrik!

(Bonus below!)

(The eel dog quadrupled in weight)

Link to submas masterpost!

[hinamie]

new official illust of them with puppies healed something in me

[minkkinii]

Pat the catboy 🐅

[teaganrae15]

I’m movie lovers🎬🎞️🎥

[rozcdust]

every few months i have the urge to pull a fighting dog again

[originalartblog]

Something a little different today!! This scene is from The Road Not Taken by TopHat69, an ADA!skk AU. This is adapted directly from chapter 3, although I've cut down some things for time (and my sanity)

Necessary context: on their first day at the ADA, Dazai and Chuuya are split between Kunikida and Ranpo. Chuuya accompanies Ranpo to Kyushu, and Ranpo says some things that imply he knows a bit too much about Chuuya's past, which should have been erased along Dazai's. Chuuya, on edge, decides to confront Ranpo that evening in their Kyushu hotel room.

(continued under the cut ↓)

If you noticed, that Chuuya design is the one I posted a little while ago! It was made specifically for this comic because I needed to share this concept so bad. Ranpo deducing Chuuya's entire story from having known Murase, a Yokohama detective who was very involved with Chuuya's "early" life, was so simply clever it blew my mind. And now you can appreciate it too!!!

Once again, this is directly from chapter 3 of The Road Not Taken by TopHat69! Rated E, and/but, if you'd like to read this specific chapter on its own, it is totally safe.

[fvneral-m00n]

I was hanging with my mate si and his American bully puppy zee. He kept climbing on me and licking my face. He's still learning disapline. He took a really big liking to me and started climbing all over me. My body's really fragile and weak and this big ass dog kept trying to hump me. He also almost ripped out my stretched ear with his paw when he was flailing around. He's a total dope though and even tho he nibbled me w love . Big dogs arnt scary monsters people are monsters. My friend is a good person and treats his dog like royalty. If a big dog Is "bad" chances a a piece of shit owner abused it to the point it became that way

[neitherofusideal]

"While on the run together, which of Will's habits might come to 'annoy' Hannibal and vice versa?"

Mads: "A thousand dogs trailing behind them. It's like the easiest way to spot us. (He would be like) 'Will can you get rid of at least one of them or two of them?'"

Hugh: "He's so fussy. You know, (mimicking Hannibal) 'The cutlery is not straight'."