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[furryfields00]

Adjustable Dog Seat Belt: Keeping Your Furry Friend Safe on Every Journey

When it comes to car rides, nothing beats the excitement that dogs feel. But ensuring their safety should be our top priority. Enter the Adjustable Dog Seat Belt from FurryFields — a simple yet essential tool that promises safety, comfort, and peace of mind every time you hit the road with your pet.

Why Choose the FurryFields Adjustable Dog Seat Belt?

Traveling with pets can be a bit unpredictable. One minute they’re calmly lying down, and the next, they’re bouncing with excitement! This can be dangerous, especially in a moving vehicle. The FurryFields Adjustable Dog Seat Belt is designed to keep your pet securely in place, reducing distractions for you and providing security for them.

Key Features of the FurryFields Adjustable Dog Seat Belt:

Adjustable Length: With a flexible length range, this seat belt is easily adjustable, allowing enough movement for comfort without sacrificing safety. It’s suitable for pets of all sizes, making it perfect whether you have a small pup or a larger breed.

Non-Stretch Design: Some seat belts have stretch material, which may not fully prevent pets from moving during sudden stops. The non-stretch feature in this seat belt offers enhanced control and stability, which is especially important for reactive or excitable dogs.

Easy to Use and Secure: Equipped with a universal clip that easily attaches to your car’s seat belt slot, this design ensures compatibility with most vehicles. Plus, it’s quick to set up, so you and your furry friend can be on your way in no time.

Comfort and Freedom of Movement: Your dog can sit, stand, or lie down comfortably without feeling overly restricted. The adjustable feature provides a level of freedom that’s both safe and enjoyable for them.

Durability for the Long Haul: Crafted from high-quality materials, this seat belt is built to last. It can withstand the wear and tear of regular use, even for pets who like to move around a lot.

Benefits of Using a Dog Seat Belt

Besides keeping your pet safe, an adjustable seat belt offers multiple benefits. It minimizes driver distraction, prevents pets from jumping out of open windows or doors, and reduces the risk of injury during sudden stops or minor accidents. Moreover, it’s often a legal requirement to restrain pets while driving, depending on your region.

Tips for Using the Adjustable Dog Seat Belt

Introduce Gradually: To make your pet feel comfortable with the new setup, let them explore the seat belt outside the car first.

Adjust for Comfort: Find the ideal length for your pet. They should have enough room to sit or lie down but not enough to roam freely.

Pair with a Harness: For added comfort and safety, connect the seat belt to a well-fitting harness rather than a collar to avoid neck strain.

Why FurryFields?

FurryFields prioritizes both comfort and safety for pets. Their products are designed with high-quality materials and an understanding of pet behavior. When you choose the Adjustable Dog Seat Belt from FurryFields, you’re investing in a product that combines functionality with quality, ensuring every car ride is safe and enjoyable for your beloved companion.

Final Thoughts

Traveling with pets is one of life’s great joys, and the right tools make it all the better. The FurryFieldsAdjustable Dog Seat Belt is a must-have for any pet parent who wants to ensure their dog’s safety and comfort on the road. Give your furry friend the freedom they crave and the security they deserve — all in one fantastic accessory!

[etherealyoungk]

love at first sight | joshua hong

✩ seventeen as romantic tropes series ✩ masterlist ✩

PAIRING: joshua x reader

THEMES: love at first sight trope, strangers to lovers

WARNINGS: fluff, rain

WORDCOUNT: 728

A/N: ahh i kinda found this trope hard to write 😭 i tried my best

you weren't much of a romantic. you'd read about love and the infamous love at first sight countless times, thinking it was overrated, until the day it happened to you.

you're walking, the clouds gloomy and grey, heavy with rain that is ready to burst anytime. you could tell that it was going to rain cats and dogs and groan because you should have known better than to not carry an umbrella especially given how unpredictable the weather and rain had been this past week. you just continue walking to your destination - a job interview, praying it doesn't rain.

but the weather obviously had a mind of it's own and a few minutes later you can feel the drops of rain scatter down, falling on you before it gets heavier. you pick up your walking pace and walk faster, the drizzle getting heavier and heavier until it was straight up a heavy downpour and if you didn't seek shelter now you would get drenched, which is not the ideal way to show up to a job interview.

you run the best you can with your shoes and find a small a small awning in front of a store, making a run for it there, putting your handbag over your head to protect your hair your spent hours styling as you make your way to the awning with a desperate determination.

just as you jog into the awning, you feel someone run beside you, overtaking you and taking a place there but you don't have enough time to stop and you end up bumping right into them. they catch you before you fall.

"woah easy there", a sweet voice tells, his hand holding your arm to support you up as you regain your balance. you look up and see a man in front of you, pretty much in the same state as you, all dressed up and almost drenched.

you look at him and can't help but laugh as you look at him and he looks at you with those pretty eyes and lets out a sweet laugh as well.

"guess we both got caught in the downpour huh", he tells, his voice sweet. "yeah, weather is crazy this week", you fill in, as you catch your breath.

as you continued to look at the man, you couldn't help but feel a attractive to him, and you felt something bloom in your heart, something that made you feel warm and fuzzy. this man was so pretty. you'd never felt something like this before and you feel your heart beat thumping softly.

"i'm joshua", he introduces, giving you a friendly smile. "i'm yn", you tell, still mesmerized by him.

you watch as he ruffles his brown hair's damp and gotten a little wavy from from all the rain, his shirt and shoulders wet but you are in the same boat. but somehow he managed to look so pretty and handsome despite the situation and you find yourself staring at him for a couple of extra seconds before you look away, back at the rain that was pouring down.

"god i hope this rain stops soon, i'm going to be late", you mumble as you look at the rain pour down at a steady pace, with no signs of stopping. you pull your blazer around you closer to shield yourself from the sprinkle of rain that was falling on you because of the harsh wind.

"late for work?", he prompts. "i'm late too", he adds. "i'm actually late for an interview", you tell. "we can't have you being late for a job interview now can we?", he tells and as he scans the area and spots a convenience store on the opposite end of the road. and it's like you can read his mind because you someone knew exactly what he was going to do.

"don't, whatever you're thinking, it's not a good idea", you warn and he only smiles. "i'll be back", he tells before he starts to make a run for it in the downpour, towards the store and your hand reaches out for his in an attempt to stop him but you end up running behind him too and his hand encases yours as you both run across the road in the rain, getting soaked.

as soon as you enter the store, you look at him and burst out laughing because of what you'd just done, and so does he, giving you a sweet smile and laughing along with you, your hand still in his and you could feel the connection you had with this man was instant, something special.

"that was...fun", you tell when you finally catch your breath. "you can feel the spark between you both as you look at him.

"nothing like getting stuck and running in the rain is it?", he asks, with an amused smile. "let's buy you that umbrella so you can get to your interview", he adds, with a small smile, letting go of your hand which now feels empty without his warmth.

you get to your interview just in time, closing the umbrella that the man, joshua had bought. you set aside the umbrella and brush your damp blazer, hoping it would be dry enough but this had to do. that's what you get for running in the rain like a crazy person and you find yourself when you recall back to that moment.

you never got his number but the next week when you get the job, you're surprised, because your team leader was no other than joshua.

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[teecupangel]

There's plenty of Desmond dog asks, but has a chihuahua one been made? Just imagine Altaïr carrying a small handbag looking thing with this miniature dog in it that just gives you the stink eye. If anyone other than Altaïr, Malik or Kadar tries to pet him, he screams for Altaïr. Abbas tried to pick up the "purse rat" once and never again. No one knows where Desmond made of with the finger. Not even Altaïr.

Let’s add this with @saberamane’s idea from this post:

@teecupangel for the 'desmond as a...' subgenre, where dog Desmond is trying to argue with his ancestor over their stupid idea and it's not working because the ancestor can't understand him, and/or is mocking him with their own 'barks'.

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“Desmond, we both know that you’re more intelligent that people believe you are.”

“Arf?”

“Acting cute will not get you anywhere.”

“Arrfff <3”

“Desmond, stop. We’re having this conversation whether you want to or not.”

“Rch.”

“Did you… did you just click your tongue?”

“Arf?”

“Desmond, this is serious. I need you to tell me where you put Abbas’ middle finger.”

“Arrrffff…”

“Pretending to yawn will not end this conversation.”

“Arf-”

“I swear if you try to sleep, I will shake you hard enough that everyone will believe I’m trying to murder you.”

“……..”

“……….”

“Arf arf arrrff!”

“Desmond-”

“Arf! Arf! Arf!”

“Desmond, stop-”

“Arfarfarf”

“Acting childish will not-”

“ARF ARF ARF”

“Desmond!” Altaïr’s tone was more an animalistic growl and that finally stopped Desmond’s insistent yapping.

They stared at each other for a moment before Desmond began to growl as well.

“Desmond.” Altaïr growled back, “Behave.”

Desmond continued to growl.

And Altaïr answered it with a growl of his own.

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Malik quietly closed the door to Altaïr’s private chambers and walked away. At the end of the hallway, Kadar was waiting, fidgeting in place. He stared at his brother with a worried expression as he asked, “How’s… how’s Desmond and Altaïr? Are they both okay? Does Altaïr know if Desmond…”

Kadar’s expression turned green as he continued, “… ate Abbas’ finger?”

Malik remembered the way the two had been growling at each other and felt a headache already hammering in his head.

Malik sighed and rubbed his face as he said, “I will speak to Al Mualim in Altaïr’s behalf. Desmond is shaking.”

-probably because he was trying to act all strong against Altaïr’s own growling.

“Oh, poor boy. Abbas must have scared him so much. There’s no way he would have bitten him, right?” Kadar made his own conclusions and Malik hoped Al Mualim do as well.

Considering how much of two-faced Desmond truly was, appearing sweet and adorable to the three of them but acting like a hellhound stuck in that small body of his to Abbas…

No.

Malik believed that Desmond did not bite off Abbas’ finger.

He actually believed that Desmond got another animal to do it for him.

He was that deviously clever like his owner, after all.

[fluffyglass]

Wiggle carrying around Gramble in a purse like a small dog

Gramble may be small, but he's not small enough to fit in a handbag... but what if he WAS the handbag 😮😮

[yennas-stuff]

I know canonically Eris has large hound dogs and every art depicts them as such, but personally I love the vision of Eris with a tiny dog that he wears matching sweaters with and puts in a handbag hehe.

They’d serve cunt so hard ☺️

Lmao, ok I cracked up at this. I think Eris would love all these different dog headcanons. He's just such a dog dad, he loves them all.

I know he would look amazing with a small, angry, judgmental doggie. These little balls of fur are surprisingly vicious! I can't stop laughing imagining an army of these running after him.

When I trained karate and went to a summer camp, my sensei, a very big muscled dude, brought his tiny chihuahua. He walked around carrying it. It was hilarious.

I also love the idea of him having wiener dogs. They are just so silly and short. Silly noodles.

[j0kers-light]

"More goons content" we all chant at unison

Joker's Loyal Three: Taste of Danger

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

Coming right up!! Gotta give my loves what they want. You know I adore my best boys, I could talk about them for hours. OKAY! Since you didn't give me a topic, I chose one myself!

Yall keep forgetting these boys are criminals. Let's have a hard reality check, shall we? 👀

Frost

You knew Frost was ex military. His dog tags sitting proudly on his chest, to his rigid personality and built physique; he confirmed his service in various ways. You never seen him in full solider mode before though.

And after last night, you kind of understood why he was so secretive about his past. It was downright scary.

Gotham is notorious for being a crime ridden city. You knew this and still boldly decided to go on a romantic stroll with Frost.

Because who in their right mind would mess with a guy like Frost?

You were laughing at something he said when you sensed someone behind you. Frost must've felt it too since he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Stay close and keep walking."

You nodded and cursed yourself for carrying a designer handbag. Yeah, Frost knew how to fight, but it was still a magnet for robbers. The exact kind that now followed the two of you.

The stalking went on for a few more city blocks until a figure stepped out in front of Frost, blocking the way.

"Well... looky what we ‘ave here." One jeered. Five men had you and Frost surrounded in a small alleyway but your man stood firm.

“Nice purse, cutie. I wonder what’s inside?”

Frost merely blinked at the men in front of him. "You're in our way." He said.

"Aww what this? A knight in shining armor protectin' his broad?" Another mocked.

You huddled closer to Frost, hugging his bicep with every crass insult made. It was five against one plus the pressure to protect you, yet Frost was unfazed. Why did that terrify you more?

One of the goons pulled out a knife and ran at Frost who patiently waited for the guy to get close enough before he grabbed their arm, twisting it with a loud crack, and pushing them towards the next advancing goon.

They both toppled to the ground, leaving the other three to take matters into their own hands until they could get back up.

One guy tried to kick Frost and got their leg broken in the same sequence that Frost turned and snapped another advancing thug's neck. The fluent ease that Frost did it in had you gasping in horror and backing away.

The Frost in front of you was a killing machine on autopilot. You knew he killed before but you never seen Frost harm a fly around you. Tonight, he was a completely different person.

He didn't pause in his massacre and used the momentum to turn towards the remaining goons. They charged at the same time. One fell with a knife sticking out from their neck. The other got a bone crushing headbutt and stayed down for good this time.

You were hyperventilating yet you saw a goon come to his senses, draw a gun, and aim it at Frost.

"Frost, behind you!" your call out was unnecessary.

Frost already sensed the threat and seized control of the weapon, unloading the entire clip. A bullet for each goon who dared ruin his late night walk with you.

As if the broken neck, limbs, and stab wounds weren’t enough. Talk about overkill.

You knew you were shaking as you slid down the nearby wall to your knees, and the sound must've triggered Frost’s still active reflexes.

The threat wasn’t neutralized if there was movement. Eliminate the threat.

You jumped at the subsequent click the gun made as it failed to fire. The silence was deafening as reality caught up with you. Frost tried to..

Frost was the first to react. He wordlessly disassembled the gun as he approached your fearful form.

“We need to go. The police will arrive soon." Frost sighed when you flinched away from his touch.

Okay, he could understand that response. It didn’t stop his heart from crumbling into pieces though. He more than deserved it too.

This was a set back in the relationship for sure, but he was confident after you had some time to think, you could move past this teeny tiny mistake of his.

He got a bit carried away in the heat of things. He did not regret a single action taken, but turning a gun on you was NOT his intentions. This relationship was still fresh with room for potential if he did right by you.

You simply had to believe that Frost would never hurt you. You knew that… right? Right?

Mac

You could one hundred percent confess that dating The Borghese heir, Maximillion, was a once in a lifetime opportunity.  

Being with Mac was something straight out of a fairy tale. He was ever the gentleman, buying you anything you could desire while showering you with roses and kisses. Your new relationship was picture perfect! yet deep down you knew something wasn't right.  

Mac was handsome with his radiant smile and those clear blue eyes could make your brain melt... but they were merely distractions.

You noticed his gaze harden at times, and the peak of ink crawling up his arm whenever he rolled them up just a tad bit too high..

And his temper was unlike anything you ever seen!

One second he could be professing his undying love and the next, he was a ruthless Borghese doing anything to get his way.

Thankfully Mac had spared you from seeing that ugly side of him these first few months into the relationship.  

You were grateful to only witness his default playboy demeanor strictly focused on you.

Today you were at his private villa (outside of Gotham City limits) soaking up some quality time together. Mac playfully lowered grape after plump grape into your mouth as he basked in your beauty.  

Truly, he felt like the one who didn’t deserve you. He knew his family and past were a topic best left undisturbed, but you didn’t care about the prestige and pomp. You loved him for him, and it showed.  

Mac slowly introduced you into his personal life slowly but surely preparing you for the big reveal.

Yes, he still had ties with his family. Once a Borghese, always a Borghese; but that wasn’t the family he was particularly worried about. No. Mac knew you would run for the hills when you found out.. 

The shrill of his phone interrupted the quiet moment. You whined but knew it was important by how Mac held up his index finger. Business call.  

He always took them no matter the time. You knew your new beau was successful. Family business, prodigy son, heir to it all... you could go on for hours with all the responsibilities that weighed on Mac’s slender shoulders.  

You didn’t expect Mac’s mood to sour only a few minutes into the call. He glanced at you before transitioning into his native tongue. And it didn’t take Google translate to know he was angry.  

You barely picked up ‘bring them home’ over the curse words and threats. Your studies of Italian to surprise Mac were slow going but practical. Mac’s business call would be ending the peaceful day you two were having.  

Mac spat an order into his phone before standing up and raking a hand through his golden hair. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes—a clear signs of his irritation. More foreign words escaped his lips before he focused his attention on you. 

“Ah, forgive me sweetheart but it seems I have some... business to attend to.” He adopted a picture perfect smile as he helped you off the lounge chair.

“Why don’t you head inside and take an afternoon nap? Once I’m done, we can head out for a lovely dinner. Yes?” 

As if he gave you a choice. Mac ushered you back inside his abode and towards a guest room far far away from the common area. It was obvious that Mac didn’t want you to see whoever was coming over. 

It hurt that he still didn’t trust you around his family, but you still allowed him to tuck you into the daybed with a blanket thrown over your legs.

He kissed your forehead, lingering a touch longer than usual. “Rest well, sweetheart.” 

And then he left.  

Rest. You really did try to but curiosity out won Mac’s orders.

The room was quiet but so was the entire house. Various lights were on, yet your lover was nowhere to be found. You walked down the open-air hallways trying to find some sign of life and stumbled upon something greater. 

It sounded like muffled grunts coming from the basement and with it, your heart plummeted. Was Mac cheating this early on? He was a famous playboy—of course he was.  

You snuck to the cracked door and peered inside. You weren’t expecting to see Mac towering over a guy seated in a chair.  

“You think you can mess with my Boss and get off free? Never mess with Joker’s money!”

Mac grabbed ahold of the man's hair and repeatedly bashed his head into the table. He didn’t stop even as blood splattered onto his handsome face or when you audibly gasped at the horrific sight.  

Mac’s crystal blue eyes snapped to yours hiding in the doorway as he smiled.

Not his dazzling dental sponsored smile, or his corporate boardroom I hate every minute of this smile. No, this one was sinister—terrifying and rightfully so when he called out to you affectionately.  

“Sweetheart, you’re awake! Give me a moment to clean up this... mess, and we can head to dinner. We have much to discuss.”

Neo

Just about everyone warned you about Neo.  

Nothing good would come from being associated with him, nevertheless you persisted. You declared yourself colorblind and ignored the blood red flags dripping from the man.

Even Neo flat out warned you, “Don’t get too attached, Ma. I ain’t bout that long term s__t.” And that was okay.  

All you wanted was a good time for as long as it lasted. You could cope with never being anything to the infamous Casanova. Neo had a reputation, and no one (not even you) would change that. 

So you willed your heart to behave and under no circumstances get attached. You never asked for more than what he gave and always left whenever your company was no longer welcome.

Neo was happy that you understood your role and he treated you the same as he would any of his flings on rotation.  

Sadly, you unknowingly became a target. Neo’s enemies noticed how he prioritized most of his time with you, how you got all the perks at his clubs, and how you reciprocated the club owner’s feelings well past the limitations of a side piece.  

It was mostly Neo’s fault.

He found it impossible to stay away from you. Not when so many of your attributes had him wanting more. Perhaps your beauty? Your nonchalant attitude towards his bachelor lifestyle, or maybe because you had a smart mouth that kept him in line. God, that mouth of yours…

Neo was sprung yet he knew the consequences of getting too attached.

Any of his enemies could put a bullet through you to get at him, and the thought of you dead because he wasn’t careful, scared him.  

Keeping you at arms distance kept you alive. He’d been doing this for years, yet it didn’t prepare him for the sickening feeling when you didn’t answer your phone.

So Neo called again. And again. And again, until he cursed and drove over to your place to check on you. He hoped he was just overeating. 

Did someone see him dropping you off at work and kissing you goodbye? Or notice you staying over his place for the third weekend in a row? Was he lax in his discretion? He was too eager with this couple stuff and forgot about your safety.

The relationship was still fresh, however Neo knew almost everything about you. It was a habit of being a mercenary.

Learning everything about a person of interest was the key to a successful kill, and Neo knew during this time of day, you were at home either reading or catching up on house chores.  

You should have answered the phone and blessed him with that sweet voice of yours. He loved hearing you speak.

“Neo.. I’m not telling you what I’m wearing.”

“Please drive safe bab—I mean.. drive safely loser.”

He’d let that endearment slide. You were the only one who cared about his wellbeing. He couldn’t live with himself if you were hurt. Who would fill the silence during his long stakeouts?  

Who would show him there’s more to life than shooting targets and getting paid? Ugh he needed you in his life. Not just as a meaningless fling, but as his one and only.  

Neo took the stairs two at a time as he dug out the key he secretly made for your place.  

His heart fell when he entered your place that clearly showed signed of a struggle. He stepped over crunched glass and followed the scene—mapping out what happened, exactly how he would do it.  

Neo would have attacked a target at their most vulnerable. Today was Monday. The laundry room.

The dryer door was still open with clothes tossed all over where you threw the basket in self-defense. Neo knew you put up a good fight despite this being an ambush.  

You didn’t know that Neo worked for The Joker. You didn’t know that Neo killed for a living.

He made sure you only knew about his nightclubs and his side hustle as a drug dealer. That was tame compared to the work Joker had him do daily and now you were caught in the middle of it.

This would all be a huge shock to you and definitely not how Neo wanted to reveal his occupation to you.  

Nothing like hearing, ‘hey your dick appointment is a known hitman who got you kidnapped! Oh, and he loves you btw.’

He was never beating those allegations.. Neo knew whoever took you would reach out and taunt him. He didn’t have to wait long. 

Bring 5 mil to The Last Resort @ 10pm or she dies

At least they knew your value. Five million for his girl! Neo was proud to make a same day withdrawal to get you back. Too bad your capturers would never see a dime of it. 

Neo came to a conclusion right then and there. If he was this hellbent on getting you back safe and sound—he might as well make things official. You more than earned the title as his girlfriend tonight.  

Neo would enjoy putting a bullet through each of their skulls for the chance you might accept him as your boyfriend. He’d kill them all as a token of his love.

[justforbooks]

A Perfect Day to Be Alone by Nanae Aoyama

This award-winning novel in its first English translation follows a young woman rooming with a distant septuagenarian relative for a year, and the muted dramas of her coming-of-age.

Nanae Aoyama’s A Perfect Day to Be Alone, winner of Japan’s Akutagawa Prize and translated into English by Jesse Kirkwood, is a slim coming-of-age novel of understated beauty.

A young Japanese woman named Chizu moves to Tokyo when her mother goes to China for work; Chizu is to live with a distant relative she’s never met. “It was raining when I arrived at the house. The walls of my room were lined with cat photos.” Chizu is 20; Ginko is 71. Over the course of a year, they move quietly around each other in a small apartment overlooking a commuter train platform. Chizu is periodically impatient, even cruel, toward the older woman, who placidly knits, embroiders, cooks, and, when solicited, imparts advice. The two women establish a thin bond, and then Chizu moves on. This restrained novel follows the four seasons of their connection.

Chizu is a solitary person, without friendships or much success in relationships, nor is she close to her mother, whose emigration doesn’t affect her much. When she arrives at Ginko’s home, she reflects: “I hadn’t bothered introducing myself properly…. I wasn’t in the habit of going around declaring my name to people like that. Nor was I used to others actually calling me by it.” Her life has been passive: “I’d been told to come, so here I was.” She does not want to go to school and instead takes on a series of part-time jobs. She is curious about falling in love, especially when Ginko’s male companion becomes a regular visitor; she is often invited along on their outings. In this and other ways, Ginko proves the more generous member of their household. Chizu is initially dismissive of Ginko, but notes that she “was turning out to be surprisingly normal,” and that her friendship has something to offer.

These observations are made only very subtly, amid daily run-of-the-mill events, including the tiny dramas of Chizu’s workplaces, her forays into dating, and shared meals at the apartment by the rail line. Kirkwood translates Aoyama’s writing with subdued loveliness: “The train was approaching the bridge over the Yanase River. Its banks were lined with slender cherry trees, their branches still bare…. A watch on my wrist, pumps on my feet, a black handbag at my side. I watched a boy taking a brown dog for a run, the two of them tracing a line across the grey concrete.” A Perfect Day to Be Alone ends with less assured conclusiveness than its title implies, but in the spirit of the whole, it nods quietly toward positive change, or at least forward movement: “The train carried me onwards, to a station where someone was waiting.”

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[tiger-moran]

I was just walking my dog round the block, we went round the corner and there were two people with two dogs, a sort of greyhound-lurcher-galgo type and a Podenco type, on the other side of the road. They're not small dogs, they're fairly light builds but both are fairly tall. I've only seen them once before but I don't think they like other dogs. The Podenco one seems especially stressy about other dogs, it goes up on its back legs mumbling and barking when it sees my dog but then it was doing it this time and the person with it took hold of the handle on its harness, picked it up off the ground and just carried it away like a handbag or something, it was so funny.

[lakesbian]

alec doesn't even want to be bridal carried in general btw he wants to be the big spoon and have people sit on His lap and put His arm over peoples shoulders or around their waists but in the circumstance where a knight is in the room his intense psychological fixation on being a special prince overrides his default preferences and he starts unconsciously yearning to be carried around like a small white dog named priscilla in a handbag with bows on it

[furryfields00]

Cozy Dog Sweaters: Transform Your Pup's Winter Style!

Whether you're a seasoned pet owner or new to the world of dog fashion, our guide has something for everyone. Join us as we explore the latest trends, share insightful advice, and help you find the perfect sweater for your beloved companion. Don't let the cold weather catch your pup off guard – upgrade their wardrobe today with cozy dog sweaters!

[atplblog]

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[iveingayash]

Why I Love My Fanny Packs: A Practical Fashion Statement

When it comes to fashion, one item has managed to transcend decades of style changes, mockery, and eventual redemption: the humble fanny pack. While searching for a crossbody bag price in Sri Lanka last summer, I stumbled upon my first adult fanny pack—a sleek black number that changed my perspective forever. What began as a practical purchase for a vacation quickly transformed into a passionate appreciation for what might be the most unfairly maligned accessory in fashion history.

The Renaissance of a Practical Classic

Fashion is cyclical, they say. What once was ridiculed eventually becomes celebrated again. Few items embody this principle better than the fanny pack. These compact waist-worn pouches first gained popularity in the 1980s and early 1990s, becoming synonymous with tourist fashion before falling into the abyss of fashion do nots. But like all truly functional designs, they couldn't stay buried forever.

Today, the fanny pack in Sri Lanka and around the world has experienced a remarkable renaissance. No longer relegated to the domain of overpacked tourists or nostalgic throwbacks, they have been embraced by high fashion houses, streetwear brands, and practical everyday users alike. Brands from Gucci to Nike now offer their interpretations of this once-mocked accessory, elevating it to new heights of style and functionality.

The Practical Benefits That Won Me Over

My journey into fanny pack appreciation began with practicality rather than fashion. While planning an extended trip across Southeast Asia, I needed something secure yet accessible for essentials like my passport, phone, and wallet. After comparing the waist bag price in Sri Lanka with other options, I found that fanny packs offered unbeatable value for their utility.

The first day wearing my fanny pack changed everything. No more awkward bulges in pockets. No more anxiety about pickpockets. No more sore shoulders from crossbody bags. Just my essentials, securely fastened around my waist, accessible with a simple zip.

What I discovered was freedom. Freedom from constantly checking my pockets. Freedom from the weight of a backpack. Freedom to move through crowded markets and bustling streets without worry. My hands remained free for taking photos, enjoying street food, or navigating with my phone's map.

But the benefits extended far beyond travel. Back home, I found myself reaching for my fanny pack for everything from dog walks to grocery runs, festivals to hiking trips. In a world increasingly demanding that we carry more—phones, wallets, keys, hand sanitiser, masks, headphones—the fanny pack provided an elegant solution that did not weigh me down or restrict movement.

The Versatility Factor

Perhaps the most underappreciated aspect of fanny packs is their remarkable versatility. While traditional waist-wearing remains popular, modern designs offer multiple carrying options. The same pack can be worn across the chest (a style particularly popular among younger generations), slung over the shoulder, or even carried as a mini handbag.

This adaptability extends to their use cases as well. My collection has grown to include specialised packs for different activities:

A waterproof variant for beach days and water activities, keeping my phone and wallet dry while I swim.

A minimalist running pack that holds just my keys and emergency cash while I jog.

A sleek leather option that pairs surprisingly well with business casual attire for work events.

An expandable pack that can accommodate small purchases while shopping.

When I noticed more men's side bags in Sri Lanka trending toward fanny pack designs, I realised the versatility transcended even gender barriers. Unlike many fashion accessories that remain strictly gendered, fanny packs have achieved a rare unisex appeal, with designs catering to all preferences without rigid categorisation.

The Psychological Benefits of Hands-Free Living

Beyond the obvious practical advantages, I have discovered unexpected psychological benefits to fanny pack ownership. There is something profoundly liberating about having your essentials secured to your body without occupying your hands or weighing down your shoulders.

This freedom manifests as a kind of mental unburdening. We carry enough metaphorical weight through our daily lives—deadlines, responsibilities, worries. The simple act of physically redistributing our carried items to a more ergonomic position creates a subtle but meaningful shift in how we move through the world.

I have noticed I stand straighter without a heavy bag pulling on one shoulder. I feel more present in conversations without constantly checking pockets. I navigate crowded spaces with greater confidence knowing my valuables are secure. These small changes accumulate into a noticeably improved daily experience.

The fanny pack has become, for me, a symbol of practical mindfulness—a small daily choice that prioritises comfort and utility over unnecessarily complicated alternatives.

The Sustainability Angle

In an era increasingly concerned with sustainability and conscious consumption, the fanny pack represents a step toward more sustainable accessory choices. Their typically small size means less material used in production. Their durability—lacking the breakable straps or wearing corners of larger bags—means they last longer before needing replacement.

Most significantly, their versatility means one well-chosen fanny pack can replace multiple specialised bags. Instead of purchasing separate solutions for different activities, a thoughtfully selected pack can serve many purposes, reducing overall consumption.

When my friends ask about my fanny pack enthusiasm, I often highlight this aspect. In a world of fast fashion and disposable accessories, investing in a quality, versatile item represents a small but meaningful step toward more conscious consumption habits.

From Fashion Faux Pas to Fashion Forward

The most remarkable aspect of the fanny pack's journey is its transformation from fashion faux pas to fashion statement. What was once the ultimate symbol of unfashionable practicality has been embraced by designers and trendsetters worldwide.

This redemption story carries a deeper lesson about fashion itself. True style is not about blindly following trends or avoiding what others might mock—it is about finding what works for your life and embracing it confidently. The fanny pack teaches us that functionality and fashion aren't mutually exclusive, and sometimes the most practical choice becomes the most stylish when approached with confidence and intention.

I have received more compliments on my leather fanny pack at professional events than I ever did on more traditional accessories. The right pack, worn with confidence, communicates a practical intelligence and self-assurance that transcends fleeting trends.

The Community Aspect

Unexpectedly, my fanny pack enthusiasm has connected me with a diverse community of like-minded individuals. From outdoor enthusiasts praising their utility on trails to fashion-forward friends comparing limited edition designer versions, the fanny pack has proven to be a conversation starter across diverse social circles.

This community aspect extends to travel as well. During my journeys, I have exchanged knowing nods with fellow fanny pack wearers—a silent acknowledgment of our shared practical wisdom. In certain contexts, like music festivals or hiking trails, they have become almost uniform, creating an instant sense of camaraderie among wearers.

Online communities dedicated to fanny pack appreciation continue to grow, with enthusiasts sharing styling tips, new discoveries, and creative uses for their favourite accessory. What began as a practical choice has blossomed into a genuine subculture celebrating the perfect marriage of function and form.

Finding Your Perfect Pack

If you are convinced to join the fanny pack revolution, selecting the right pack for your needs is crucial. Consider these factors in your search:

Size matters—too small and will not fit essentials, too large defeats the minimalist purpose.

Material should match your typical usage; waterproof for outdoor adventures, leather for professional settings.

Compartment configuration affects organisation; multiple pockets help separate items logically.

Strap design determines comfort and wearing options; adjustable straps allow versatility.

Quality zippers and closures ensure longevity and security.

Remember that fanny packs range from budget-friendly basics to luxury designer statements. The good news is that functional, durable options exist at every price point. My collection includes both affordable everyday packs and a few investment pieces for special occasions—each serving its purpose perfectly.

Embracing the Fanny Pack Philosophy

Beyond the practical benefits and style considerations, embracing the fanny pack represents a philosophy worth adopting in other aspects of life. It embodies principles of practical minimalism, valuing function alongside form, and the confidence to prioritise personal comfort over fleeting trends.

When I clip on my fanny pack each morning, I am making a small but meaningful choice to value mobility, convenience, and practical design. It is a tiny rebellion against unnecessarily complicated solutions and a commitment to moving through the world unencumbered by excess.

Perhaps that is why my appreciation for this humble accessory continues to grow. In a world often fixated on appearance over function, the fanny pack stands as a refreshing counterpoint—a reminder that the best designs enhance our lives rather than complicating them.

So, if you spot me enthusiastically explaining the virtues of my latest fanny pack acquisition, understand that I am not just talking about a bag—I am advocating for a more practical, comfortable, and confident way of navigating our daily lives. And once you try it, I suspect you will join the growing community of fanny pack enthusiasts who have discovered this simple truth: sometimes the most practical choice is also the most liberating.

[witchbiitches]

𝙾𝙵𝙼𝙲𝙲𝙽𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳  :   26, 43, and 59 !

26. AND HOW WOULD THEY INTERACT WITH OTHER DOGS IN THE PARK ( IF THEY WERE A DOG )?  :  pansy wouldn't be at the park in the first place because she would be a very small, yappy little dog that got that way because her owner spoiled her absolute rotten and only ever carries her around in a ridiculously expensive ( for dog carrying purposes ) handbag. if she was at the park, you'd know something horrible had happened, and i'm going to be honest - in dog terms, she'd probably be the one getting bullied. tiny dogs get bulldozed constantly by the bigger guys, and she'd deserve it.

43. IF THEY WERE A PERIOD IN HISTORY, WHICH WOULD THEY BE?  :  oh boy... i'm not sure. i think i am gonna say the roaring 20's as my one true answer ( though i can make arguments about a few others ) because of the absolute insane levels of hedonism they're defined by. that really covers the vibe of the slytherin gang as it was envisioned by us, i think !

59. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING THEY WANT TO KNOW FROM NEW PEOPLE?  :  it feels like a cop out to say 'nothing', but pansy doesn't wanna know anything from anyone ! she doesn't need to know anything about anyone - i suppose it does sort of count to say she usually forms her first opinion based on the everything about their overall look, but since she's that quick to decide what she thinks of someone, she doesn't tend to waste time if she's decided that they're not worth it.

𝙳��𝙼𝙱 & 𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙱 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂  »  currently  accepting  !

[junocornkiwi]

when mer gale is out of water too long he shrinks to like barbie doll size

you can put him in your pocket then, like a kitten or a small dog that rich women carry in their handbags a pocket-sized wizard mermaid

he'll fall in love with you if you tell him anything good

[trendilyyours]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Small Genuine Leather Mini Coin/Change Pouch with Key Ring & Swivel Clasp NWT.

[michelle-0]

Elevate Your Elegance: The Befen Genuine Leather Wristlet Clutch

Introduction:

Befen is a brand that offers a variety of bags, including handbags, crossbody bags, shoulder bags, and wallets. They are known for their high-quality materials and stylish designs.

Hot Product

befen Genuine Leather Wristlet Clutch Wallet Purses Small Crossbody Bags Shoulder Handbag for Women

Crafted from luxurious pebble leather, this multi-functional bag from befen transitions seamlessly between a clutch, a wristlet, and a crossbody, making it a great choice for any occasion. Made from soft and supple pebble pattern cowhide leather, this bag features silver hardware and a soft fabric lining, both durable and elegant.

Accommodate most big-screen smartphones – including the Apple iPhone 14 Pro Max, 13, XS, XS MAX, 8 Plus, 8, iPhone X, Samsung Galaxy S21 Ultra, Note 8, S9 Plus, S9, Google Pixel 2, 2X, L6 Pro, LG V30, Sony Xperia XZ Premium, Xperia 1 III, ZTE Axon 30 Ultra with a slim case, or any phone no larger than 6.5 inches.

This small purses for women boasts an interior design consisting of a full-length apartment with a slip pocket, 6 card slots, and a interior zippered pocket to keep things organized. There’s also a exterior zipper pocket on the back, so you can keep your cellphone or other valuable within easy reach.

Measuring 8.7″(W) x 5.4″(H) x 0.15″(D), simple and lightweight. It comes with two removable straps – a 7.5″ wrist strap and an adjustable cross body/shoulder strap (30-55 inches). Use it as a chic accessory or keep things organized inside a larger bag. Please note that it’s not designed for large amounts of items.

This versatile, chic, and lightweight bag is undoubtedly a great gift for special occasions such as Mother’s Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthdays, and anniversaries. Suitable for traveling, shopping, dating, quick trips, nights out, walks with your dogs, and any other occasions when you need your hands-free.

A Clutch, A Wristlet and A Crossbody Purse

This versatile bag can be carried as a clutch without the strap, a wristlet or worn crossbody making it the perfect choice for both dressed up and casual looks. Make a great gift for friends and families.

Materials: Imported European full-grain leather.

Picture this.

You just spent a small fortune on some new shoes.

They looked dashing for about five minutes.

Now they’re peeling like the cow died of sunburn.

What kind of trash did you waste your money on?

And what can you do to make sure it NEVER happens again?

Quality is everything, when it comes to leather, it’s not different in any way.

A Review Of Befen

This is a perfect purse for someone wanting a low profile, handsome accessory that’s built to last. Materials: The leather used is of very good quality, even grain and thick enough to withstand a lot of use (as determined by zipper pull and strap center cut edges). The hardware is also high quality, the swivel clicks precisely made with solid springs and smooth swiveling. The zippers are all metal – with potential to snag delicate fabrics, but easily remedied by carrying zipper side out. The fabric lining is solid and well thought out. The interfacing used to stiffen the fabric of the card holding area is just right, providing adequate support without feeling bulky or excessively stiff. Design: I give the design a solid A rating. I feel like I want something slightly different from the edge profile, somewhere between the single and the double for width, but as a purse designed to be lightweight and low-profile, this purse has been excellently thought out. The omission of a prominent label earns this purse big points in my eyes, as it is much easier to use it with either side facing out and it pairs much more nicely with sleek, understated pieces. Good style doesn’t need to shout about who made it, or should be impressive enough to warrant people asking after the brand. This purse does the trick. Storage/packaging/shipping: This is the only arena in which I could see improvement. The straps were nicely folded and stored inside the purse, but because of its thin profile the strap hardware ended up forming a visible bump through the leather, presumably thanks to the weight of items stored atop it pressing the leather against the metal. This is slightly visible in the second picture, with the purse vertically oriented, the bulge located in the lower right-hand corner. Similarly, the leather of the bottom edge of the purse was bent quite a bit during storage. My hope is the leather will relax during use and these two marks will even out over time, especially when the purse is full. Perhaps in the case of these low-profile purses, it would be better to store the straps outside of the purse itself in the same packaging bag, so as to avoid deforming the leather. These notes aren’t worth detracting any stars in my review, as this is a problem faced by any retailer anywhere, and I’ve often seen far worse being sold for far more. The packaging for shipping was quite adequate. While it would be nice to see environmentally friendly/recycled/recyclable packaging, what was there does enough without using excessive amounts of material or space.