#i look down for 5 minutes and look back up and chihuahua puppy is watching from a new vantage point or sniffing something new

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stealth game from the perspective of a not entirely unsociable but very timid adopted chihuahua puppy when your family is having people over and you have to dart around the room behind various objects systematically smelling everything and watching everyone’s behavior without ever getting too close in order to Assess The Situation. nothing bad happens if a stranger notices you you just get scared.

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The Infamous House of Lamentation Cuddle Pile

Idk if this is a headcanon or a fic, but here we gooooo

The Curious Incident of the Infamous House of Lamentation Cuddle Pile

Let’s just say MC had a no good very bad day. It might have even been a lost-a-bet-and-had-to-eat-Solomon’s-cooking kind of a day

When they got back to the House of Lamentation, it was time to collapse. The floor of the common room looked *very* tempting, but they trudged up to the attic.

It turns out that Belphie was there first, much to MC’s surprise. MC noticed lumps in the bed, sure, but assumed that they were pillows and did their best dramatic flop, squishing the demon in the process. 

You would think Belphie would be startled; But if you think this exact same situation hasn’t happened with Beel before, you’re wrong.

He just lazily turned to MC, long enough to give them a grumpy look, and then buried his face back in his cow pillow. He may or may not have been secretly glad to *be* a pillow, but he would never tell. 

But where there’s one, there’s undoubtedly the other. Beel came looking for Belphie a minute or two later, wanting to relax and watch a movie (possibly with some popcorn). When he saw Belphie’s head peeking out from underneath MC, he smiled a bit to himself and settled beside his two favorite people in the world, propping himself up on the headboard. He’s a careful cuddler, and if he can’t be on the bottom of the pile, he will be as gentle as demonly possible.

MC was satisfied that the attic sandwich was now complete, but now there were voices downstairs, echoing in the entryway. They tried to snuggle deeper in between Beel and Belphie to drown out the noise, but the door burst open.

In came Asmo. He had been looking for the MC ever since he heard they came home tired, wanting to make sure they were alright, and that they got enough sleep last night. He was stopped in his tracks though. He had always thought the attic sandwich was overwhelmingly adorable (and maybe he was just a bit jealous of it as well) but this was a whole other plane of existence. He rushed over, and promptly put an elbow on Belphie to lean over and tell MC how adorable they were. He began to chat about his day, and the best posts he saw on Devilgram, never stopping to acknowledge the occasional snarky comment from Belphie. If allowed, he will absolutely begin playing with MC’s hair. 

Luke shows up a bit out of breath and peering around the door. He had just escaped the commotion downstairs and almost turned around when he saw yet more demons, but when Beelzebub motioned him over he sighed, defeated, and trotted over to the bed. Beel pulled up his knees, and Luke plopped down cross legged in front of him, beginning a tale of being called a chihuahua yet again by Lucifer. And so the pile now numbers 5.

Simeon marched up the stairs to find the very smol angel. Simeon, like Asmo, wholly endorses cuddle piles, albeit he suspects not in the same way. He politely asked to join the pile, and somehow manages to do it quite gracefully, lying side by side with the MC, while staying in head-pat range of Luke. He couldn’t help but think about how wonderful it was that the MC had brought them all together like this, and he began to drift off, wondering about how best to translate that quality into Henry...

Satan came up to try and find a quiet place to study, as now his least favorite demon was tearing up the house, trying to find Mammon. He debates briefly whether or not to move on to the library, but Asmo caught him as soon as he poked his head in the door, and pleaded for him to join the rest of them. Satan sighed, but a puppy eyed look from MC convinced him to settle on top of the headboard and try to continue his reading as best as he could. MC, now thoroughly squished by demons and some angels to boot, was positively beaming. Satan could swear that if he listened close enough they were actually purring, and a smile crept across his face, almost without him realizing it. Once he did however, he used his book to shield his face (and his now very prominent blush) from view.

Levi shows up with a laptop, looking very grumpy. He has been spam texting the MC for the last half hour because they said they would stream the premiere of the new TSL movie with him. He is even more grumpy when he realizes that the MC is sandwiched in a bunch of normies, but when given puppy eyes will begrudgingly set up the projector in the attic to watch the movie there. When he’s invited to attempt to sit on the  now-very-full bed, he gives them all the look of utter horror, but once more pleading eyes from his Henry win the day. Levi gingerly sits on the very edge of the mattress closest to MC, mumbling about normies and covering his face. He startles a bit when Belphie starts snoring from the depths of the pile, but otherwise settles in.

This did not last long. Shortly after the movie starts, in a tense scene between the Lord of Corruption and the Lord of Fools, the door bursts open again, scaring Luke into Beel’s chest. Mammon was doing his best impression of Cerberus’s zoomies, and dove headfirst into Levi, knocking him further back into the pile. He then proceeds to burrow as fast as he can, trying to hide. After explaining in very hurried terms that unless he hides now his future is upside down and attached to the ceiling, he covers himself with the edge of a blanket. His brothers (except perhaps, for Beel, who personally thinks that Mammon is great for hugs and therefore great for cuddle piles, and Belphie, who at this point is mostly unconscious and couldn’t care less as long as the MC remained on top of him) all internally debate kicking him out of the pile, but a murderous look from the MC puts a stop to that. MC grabs another edge of the blanket, and they create a tent to keep in the warmth. Levi.exe stopped working, as after being knocked over he was now directly on top of the MC. He might’ve complained about Mammon, but at the moment his brain was too overloaded from how impossibly cute the situation was. Not even in his favorite team sport anime was there anything that could have prepared him for this. 

Solomon shows up not long after, waving his DDD in the air with a suspiciously familiar picture— Levi nearly shushes him, but when he took a closer look at the picture on the phone, he blushes hard and retreats under the blanket. On his DDD is a selfie Asmo took with the whole pile behind him. 

“Asmo, you called?” Solomon is grinning ear to ear, and without asking sets himself down beside the mischievous Avatar of Lust. Asmo does his best to make room for him, not wanting to exclude anyone from the monstrous pile. Solomon, being a human, takes up no where near the amount of space that, say, Beel does, but his legs just couldn’t quite fit. He solves the problem by making an ottoman himself, drawing some glowing purple rings and symbols in the air beside the bed and crossing his ankles over top of them. He congratulates Levi on his choice of movie, and leans against the pile to watch.

They all get to about the midpoint of the movie, when Asmo feels that he’s somehow forgetting something. Something, or someone important… He was about to forget it when Diavolo climbs through the window asking “dID yOU FOrgET ABOuT ME” appeared in the doorway, looking utterly offended.

He quickly forgives them for apparently forgetting to invite him to the cuddle party, and advances on the bed. He stops, turns around and oh no he’s doing a trust fall—

The whole pile groans and Levi wonders if he’ll be able to breathe again. Diavolo, on the other hand, could not be more delighted, putting his hands behind his head and asking about the movie. 

Barbatos watched, amused, from a corner of the room. No one is exactly sure how or when he got there, but that wasn’t at all unusual for Barbatos. MC asks him to join, which prompts Levi to silently plead for his lungs, but Barbatos politely declines. Being pestered further however, the prince in particular putting up a strong argument, Barbatos gives a slight smile and manages to find a single open edge to precariously balance on. He laughs a bit to himself, at the very least glad that everyone is getting along for once. MC is pleased, but both they and Asmo could still tell someone was missing…

Lucifer was having a difficult day. He couldn’t find Cerberus, who was due for a brushing, and he had begun to worry about the MC, who came in with a face so beaten down that it made him of all people feel beyond exhausted. On top of that, Mammon had the audacity to inform him that he had planned a spur of the moment get together at the House of Lamentation with Purgatory Hall, Diavolo, and Barbatos in which he promised that Lucifer would do the cooking.

Mammon had disappeared, and so Lucifer sat down at his desk defeated. He would message Diavolo in the meantime, asking to perhaps try a different day, or to go out to Ristorante Six instead. He picked up his DDD to do so, but something nagged at the back of his head. The House of Lamentation was too quiet. The last time the house had been this quiet, Satan had rigged a glitter bomb in the kitchen that took several decades to wash out. He still shuddered at the thought of green glitter. He was brought out of his thoughts as the DDD rumbled in his hand. A new Devilgram post? The image that came up was from Asmodeus’s account... 

Mammon was busy arguing with Levi about how no I don’t want ta cuddle with you weirdos, I’m just lookin out for my best interests, s’all. What dya mean tsundere? Look who’s talking scale boi when the poor, beaten-and-abused attic door was slammed open once again. 

Lucifer loomed, putting on his best lecture face. Mammon was so far beneath the pile at this point that Lucifer would have to pry them all apart to get to him. 

“What in the Devildom do you think you’re doing? Being cute won’t get you out of this.” Lucifer begins to explain that snuggling the Prince of the Devildom is improper at a time like this, Mammon should learn not to pull others into his promises, etc. Barbatos is unimpressed. Lucifer definitely thinks this is cute, but he would never, in any time or realm, admit it.

He continues uninterrupted, but something can be heard padding up the stairs. A minute or so into his speech, he is suddenly toppled over, careening headfirst into the pile.

Absolute confusion from everyone involved, and a very, very grumpy Lucifer. Also chaotic laughter from Satan, who is now directly above Lucifer, sitting on the headboard.

Cerberus has arrived, claiming his spot atop the pile. He proudly sits on Lucifer’s chest, as if to say to the MC, look what I brought, aren’t I a good boy?

Lucifer makes an attempt to get up, but then Diavolo, Asmo, Simeon, and the MC began pleading with him to stay a while. He melted a little on the inside, but when the MC grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving he broke, and resigned to stay, just for the moment. He closes his eyes, for once relishing the fact of being surrounded by his family and closest friends. Cerberus curled up on top, content that he had brought the last piece to his puppy pile.

And so they stayed like that for the rest of the night, even after the movie ended, only pausing for Asmo to get his softest blankets and pillows from his room. Satan got drowsy while reading his book, eventually nodding off and moving from the headboard into the pile, and accidentally leaning on Lucifer and Cerberus. Lucifer was more than surprised, but he vowed not to move a muscle so he wouldn’t disturb the sleeping bookworm. Diavolo took the other side of Lucifer resting his head on Lucifer’s shoulder, and even Barbatos relaxed against the pile, folding his hands on his chest, and glancing every once in a while at Luke to make sure he was comfortable. Mammon and Levi shared their spot squishing the MC, heads together and snoring lightly. MC hugged and held hands with whoever was closest by, occasionally shifting their weight to hopefully make Belphie more comfortable. Asmo and Solomon leaned on each other on one side of the bed, Asmo co-opting his magical ottoman and curling up as best he could. Simeon, oddly content with his spot near the bottom at the pile, was dozing away peacefully, somehow still graceful but letting out a small, perfectly pitched whistle as he breathed in and out. Last but not least, Luke had rolled himself into a tiny angel ball against Beel’s chest, and Beel left one hand on his head at all times. Beel was the last to fall asleep. He was too busy smiling, feeling fuller now than he had in ages.

All photo evidence of the event mysteriously disappeared, and that was how the infamous House of Lamentation cuddle pile happened, cross my heart and hope to sneeze.

RIP Belphie

PS Asmo is platonic and non-platonic cuddle king, fight me on it.

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10 Great Apartment Dogs

Are you thinking about adopting a brand new puppy? It can be difficult making a decision on which type to get when all of their faces are just so darn cute! Whether you’re living in an apartment complex now or are about to move, you know you at least want to learn more about dogs that are best suited for apartments. We thought you might. That’s why we compiled this list of the most apartment friendly dogs for your consideration and although we’ve narrowed it down to the top ten, that doesn’t mean there aren’t a lot of great pups out there! Use this list as a jumping off point to get you going in the right direction.

1. Pug

This snorting, wrinkly-faced little character with a cinnamon-roll tail is one of my favorite toy dog breeds. He’ll grow to be about 18 lbs (unless you over feed him and make him a big fatty!), follow you around the house, and want to sleep in bed with you. If you can’t stand snoring, then the pug is not your dog. He’ll wheeze louder than your drunken grandpa, who’s passed out in front of the TV. And his beauty is unique. But how can you stare into his cartoon-like eyes and feel anything but love? Unfortunately, due to those bug eyes, pugs are prone to eye injuries. But they’re easy going and affectionate, getting along well with other dogs and with cats too. So if your girlfriend’s high-maintenance Siamese has to stay, you won’t worry about your pug making a meal out of it (he might wrestle with it instead, so let’s hope the cat’s a fighter!).

Take your pug on daily walks and everyone in the neighborhood will admire his cute wiggle as he struts around town. Just be careful not to over exert him. Because of their brachiocephalic (fancy way of saying flat-nosed) faces, pugs can have breathing issues, especially in warm weather. So when you’re outdoors, watch your pug carefully for signs of overheating.

Grooming level required: High. This guy needs you to clean out his facial wrinkles on a daily basis to remove dirt and debris, and also requires daily brushing. Pugs shed a lot, so invest in a decent vacuum cleaner!

Noise level: Medium. Pugs aren’t going to bark without good reason.

Kid friendliness: High. If trained well, pugs enjoy children!

Exercise: Low. Don’t overwork or overheat this little sausage!

2. Bichon Frise

Your Bichon Frise will get along well with other animals, should you already own any. His energy level is high, so be sure to take him for walks in the park and to play indoor games as well. Except scrabble. He’s intelligent, but c’mon, he’s still a dog. If left alone for long periods of time, the Bichon suffers from separation anxiety. Workaholics who spend all day and night at the office will break his fluffy little heart!

Grooming level required: Low. The Bichon’s coat barely sheds, so this breed is good for people with allergies. Bichons do need daily brushing to keep their fur from matting. Also, a monthly bath is required to keep your dog’s coat white.

Noise Level: Low. He’s not prone to yippiness like the poor excuse for a dog that belongs to that crotchety old lady down the hall.

Kid friendliness: Medium. Bichons are good with children, but puppies should be handled by kids only under adult supervision.

Exercise: High. Get your Bichon out of the house regularly for a game of fetch, and practice teaching him tricks at home.

3. Chihuahua

I know what you’re thinking. Yo quiero Taco Bell. Three crunchy tacos supreme, please! But there’s a reason that the adorable Chihuahua is the star of commercials and Hollywood movies: she’s got that it factor! This little baby weighs in at 2-6 lbs, so she can definitely fit in your Fendi handbag. But you don’t need to be a reality show has-been like Paris Hilton to walk around toting one of these babies. Chihuahua’s can be bigger divas than J-Lo if overindulged, so remind your doggie who’s the boss. That being said, they’re affectionate, intelligent and fast learners.

Your Chihuahua’s larger-than-life personality means she’s loud and talkative. Forgetting her size, she’ll probably challenge the Doberman down the block to a fight, so be careful when you’re on walks together. This go-anywhere companion needs a loving owner to take care of her for the next eighteen years. If that scares the bejesus out of your commitment-phobic self, this dog is not for you!

Grooming level required: Low. You only need to brush once a week.

Noise level: Medium to high. These dogs like to talk!

Kid friendliness: Low. It’s too dangerous to have these tiny dogs around children under the age of eight, because your Chihuahua might get injured. But do socialize her around kids.

Exercise: High. Chihuahuas need 20-30 minutes of daily exercise, and are eager to keep playing, so make sure your dog doesn’t wear herself out.

4. Poodle

There’s a reason there are so many -oodle bred dogs (goldendoodle, labradoodle, schnoodle, etc)! Poodles are one of the best-behaved and even-mannered breeds you can own. They’re also hypoallergenic so people with allergies won’t have to worry! The poodle is the second most intelligent dog breed which makes them incredibly skillful and quick learners . Although they are slightly larger in size, they’re also skinny so tend to fall under most apartment weight limits. They are relatively quiet, don’t have large amounts of energy, and tend to get along well with other dogs and humans. Basically, Poodles are every apartment accommodating personality trait rolled up into the perfect pup!

Noise level: Low. You’re more likely to hear your neighbors getting rowdy during a game of Pictionary than hear your Poodle make a racket.

Kid friendliness: High. Poodles love kids. Simple as that.

Exercise: Medium. Poodles do have a good amount of energy but that doesn’t mean they need to be running around in open spaces all the time. Exercising their minds with thinking games and training inside your apartment work just as well!

5. Shiba Inu

This member of Japan’s six native dog breeds is known for her fun personality, pointy ears and agility. Your friends might point out that your curly-tailed Shiba resembles a fox and is like a Ninja Warrior! Weighing in at 20 lbs, she’s nimble, quick, keen and alert. The Shiba is fiercely independent, which is why it’s important to socialize her early with other dogs. This smarty-pants may think she knows what’s best, so look for a trainer who understands this breed’s unique mindset.

Another thing- your Shiba doesn’t like to share her toys. She’ll guard her belongings with her teeth bared. Be sure to give your Shiba Inu enough exercise with a neighborhood walk or jog. But if you take her off leash, be careful-she’ll chase cats (if you live in an urban neighborhood like mine) or squirrels, and could potentially be aggressive with other dogs. If you don’t appreciate her firecracker personality, the Shiba might not be for you. But give her love and she’ll love you right back, charming you with her spunk and loyalty.

Grooming level required: Low, though she’ll shed heavily twice a year. Ready to splurge on that Dyson vacuum yet?

Noise level: Medium. She shouldn’t bark unless something suspicious is going on, or another dog is making her feel threatened.

Kid friendliness: Medium. The Shiba Inu will be friendly towards children as long as they treat her with kindness and respect. No tail pulling!

Exercise: Medium. Getting outside is important for this breed. Make sure she gets a good daily workout.

6. Chinese Crested

Some refer to the Chinese Crested as the worlds ugliest dog? But if you’re sick, your Chinese Crested will lie in bed with you for hours. This 12 lb sack of love will fall in love with you, make you her world, and never leave your side. If you’ve just gone through a soul-crushing breakup, the Chinese Crested will nurse your blackened heart back to health.

This heat-loving canine can lounge in the sun like a lizard, so if you live in the Arizona desert, a Chinese Crested is for you. However, he has no tolerance for cold, and can’t be exposed to it as a means of ‘toughening up.’ Please don’t torture your dog, let him be comfortable!

Like that time you sent your ex-boyfriend two hundred text messages, your Crested also suffers from separation anxiety. Be careful, this David Blaine-esque dog can escape from almost any enclosure, and will dig, bark and climb if he’s freaked out. But he’ll play games, cuddle affectionately, and love your family with all his hairless little heart.

Grooming level required: Medium. Even though he’s hairless, the hair he does have needs to be trimmed. Also, he needs to be bathed regularly.

Noise level: High. Yep, this guy’s a talker. He’ll bark to protect his home, and sometimes he’ll sing!

Kid friendliness: Medium: They do well with kids, but small children could be a danger to the dog because he’s so tiny.

Exercise: Low. Chinese Crested dogs will tire out after about 15-20 minutes of play time and want to go back to their den. But they can jump over low fences, so be careful not to let them escape!

7. Boston Terrier

This tuxedo-wearing gentleman is a dapper and affectionate dog. The only problem? He might be too smart for his own good. 10-25 lbs of stubbornness in a handsome black and white coat, Boston Terriers can be hyperactive at times. But they’re so incredibly cute, all bad behavior is forgiven. Just look at those big round eyes! Not to say that Boston’s are all trouble. Like Matt Damon’s character in Good Will Hunting, they’re fighters on the outside, but loving and affectionate at home. Because they’re in the same class of dogs as pugs (brachycephalic), these guys are prone to over heating. Their funny antics will amuse all your friends, as will their snorting, drooling and flatulence. That’s right- don’t get a Boston Terrier if fart jokes make you uncomfortable. These dogs are usually quiet, but like a true Bostonian, they’ll get scrappy if another male invades their territory. How about them apples?

Grooming level required: Medium. Brush your Boston weekly and wash his face everyday, to check his eyes for redness or irritation. Like the pug, these big-eyed dogs are prone to eye problems.

Noise level: Low, except when another male is on his turf.

Kid friendliness: High. Bostons love children!

Exercise: Medium. These dogs are fairly inactive indoors. He’ll take a walk with you, and he loves to play, but then he’ll tire out and take a nap.

8. Cavalier King Charles Spaniel

You fell in love with her as Elizabeth Taylor, Charlotte’s dog in Sex and the City. (If you’re a chick, then like me, you’ve probably seen every episode more than once). The Cavalier King Charles Spaniel is intelligent, sweet and tail-waggingly cute. Cavaliers are attached to their owners and like to be spoiled. They shouldn’t be left alone for long, so part-time workers or stay-at-home moms make good owners. Cavaliers are too friendly to become good guard dogs. Please don’t rely on your girl as an alarm system! After barking at an intruder, she’ll probably try to lick his face off. At 13-18 pounds, the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel is the perfect size for apartment dwellers. Cavaliers enjoy a good game of chase; therefore, cats should be ready to play tag. But your parakeet will get eaten…seriously. So yeah, don’t own a bird. You can’t take the hunting instinct out of this English lady!

Grooming level required: Medium-High. Brush their coat 3-4 times a week and bathe the dog when necessary.

Noise level: Low. The Cavalier might bark when someone comes to the door, or she’ll just ignore it and keep quiet.

Kid friendliness: High. She’ll sit on your daughter’s lap while watching Spongebob.

Exercise: Medium. Take her out for walks, but don’t let her off the leash. This poor little princess has no street smarts whatsoever, and might run in front of a car.

9. English Bulldog

There’s a reason the English Bulldog has been chosen as a mascot for so many universities and sports teams. The breed is known for being tough and tenacious, but personally I think the bulldog’s squashy face is too adorable to be intimidating. I mean, look at that broad head and those stubby legs, that funny under bite and all those wrinkles! The laziest of dogs, this 40-50 lb guy is perfect if you want someone to cuddle with. Though they’re courageous and protective of their families, bulldogs are also friendly and playful. You might think it’s cute when your bulldog snores (not so cute when he farts), but beware of the many respiratory problems they’re prone to. You better start pumping some iron at the gym because you’ll need to be able to lift this fatty when it’s time to take him to the vet! Your bulldog will sleep until it’s time to eat again (just like your good-for-nothing ex-husband), so don’t expect a lot of activity from him. Though he loves children, you won’t find your bulldog playing fetch at the family barbecue. He’ll be sitting next to you, waiting for his hamburger patty.

Grooming level required: Medium. Brush his coat once a week and clean the wrinkles of his face every day with a damp cloth. He’s an average shedder: brushing more than once a week will reduce the amount of hair.

Noise level: Low. They are too lazy to bark. In fact, he’s probably asleep.

Kid friendliness: Very high. This tolerant sweetheart will let your toddler torment him.

Exercise: Low. He won’t want to go on a walk, but you need to take him anyway. Once a day is fine. But keep him away from swimming pools and hot tubs. He can’t swim!

10. Bitsa

What’s a Bitsa you ask? A bitsa this and a bitsa that! In other words, a mixed breed, a mutt, a few little slices of heaven all mixed into one great dog. Mixed breeds are great because they tend to not have any super dominant traits. Since they’re a mix of different breeds, their personality traits tend to blend together into a much more mellow mutt. A mellow temperament helps this dog breed adjust to a variety of households and living conditions more easily. Bitsa’s are also statistically proven to be healthier than purebreds, so if you’re spending extra on pet rent or a deposit, you’re more likely spending less at the vet. Lastly, because they are a combination of breeds, you’re more likely to be allowed to have say a pitbull-mix than, unfortunately, if your dog is predominately pitbull.

Noise level, kid friendliness, and exercise all depend on the specific dog you have but can be highly affected by the way they are raised!

[jckierey]

The Forbidden Tattoo (Tony Stark x Reader!Daughter)

Age: 17

"Dad!" You shouted, stomping your way down to the garage and finding your father invested in repairing another suit. "What's up, kiddo?" He asked while carefully soldering wires. "Since it was recently my birthday, and I haven't decided what gift I want, I finally know!" You exclaimed, giving him a cheeky grin. He stopped soldering and turned to look at you.

"A puppy?" "No," "A lizard?" "No-" "Is it an animal?" "Dad!"

You rolled your eyes. "I want... a tattoo!" You whipped out your phone and showed him a picture of your most desired tattoo. He took the phone from your hand, observing the picture before handing your phone back to you. "No." he bluntly said before turning back to his suit.

"What do you mean no? It's what I want!" You protested, crossing your arms. Tony stayed quiet, continuing his work. You grabbed his shoulder and swung him around to face you. "Dad, please! I really want this tattoo, I've been dreaming about it since I was 16!" You cried, trying to get him to side with you.

"And you can dream about it 'til you're 18!" He countered, trying to return to his work but you kept grabbing his shoulder. "This isn't fair! You got a tattoo of a monkey eating a banana on your lower back when you were 17!" You sneered.

"I was drunk and stupid, Y/N! You're not getting a tattoo, end of discussion" He said, swinging himself back around. "But dad!" you whimpered. "Y/N, not another word" He sternly replied. You groaned loudly and turned to walk out of the lab, before looking back and seeing your father continue to work on the suit.

You gritted your teeth together, and walked towards the circuit breaker and switched off the electricity for the entire lab. Tony shouted your name at the top of his lungs and jumped out of his seat, stomping over to you. "You are grounded, Y/N! Go to your room!" He bellowed, pointing towards the lab door.

Holding back your anger, you didn't even think of snapping back at him with a snarky comment. You ran upstairs and hid away in your room. You slammed the door and began pacing back and forth.

You angrily threw yourself on your bed and covered your face with a pillow, screaming into it and letting out all of your anger before hearing a soft chime echo throughout your room.

"Miss Stark, is everything alright?"

You removed the pillow from your face and sighed. "Yeah... No, Jarvis. I want to get a tattoo for my birthday, and it's not like I was to cover my whole body in them, I just want one!" You shouted, holding the pillow close to your chest.

"If only I could just get a tattoo in secret, like, going to a different state and getting it!" You jumped up from your bed in excitement with your idea. "J, what states can you get a tattoo at 17?" You asked. "According to several different sources, Nevada has a rule where 17 year olds may get a tattoo with the consent of a parent or guardian, but Miss-"

"This is great! I could just get someone to sign it an-" "I don't recommend you going to Nevada all by yourself for a tattoo, maybe you should listen to your father and wait until you're 18" Jarvis replied. "Nah" you smirked.

Grabbing your laptop, you began to search for different tattoo parlors that would be willing to work with you. You called over 10 shops and got emailed a bunch of parental consent forms. You printed and filled them out as if you were Tony, but one thing was giving you trouble; forging Tony's signature. No matter how hard you tried, every attempt looked fake.

You gave up out of frustration, before thinking of another plan. You stealthily exited your room, tiptoeing around your house before sneaking into Tony's room and going through bins of his old office supplies that were in his closet. You searched for his old office stamp that said "Signed from the desk of Tony Stark" and had his signature at the bottom.

You rummaged through bins and bags before finally coming across it. Before you could make your exit, you heard footsteps approaching Tony's room, and you quickly closed the closet doors and hid behind the piles of boxes.

"Pep, she got so mad at me that she literally walked over to the circuit breaker and turned the power to the lab off!" Tony exclaimed. You pushed past the boxes and peeped through the tiny slit between the doors, watching him pace back and forth while he was on the phone.

"No no, you don't understand, she did this because of a dumb tattoo that I'm not allowing her to get!" He said, walking over to his watch box and taking off the current one he was wearing, placing it in an empty slot. "It's not as dumb as your monkey tat" you angrily whispered to yourself, using his words to fuel your internal anger and desire to get your tattoo.

Tony used one arm to take off his shirt, before sighing into the phone. "I don't know, Pep. Maybe when you get home you can try and use your feminine powers to try and talk her out of it. Anyways, I'm going in the shower. If you get home fast enough you could probably join me" Tony giggled. You gagged.

He walked into his personal bathroom and began to play his usual loud music. You immediately ran out of his closet and back to your room, grabbing the permission form and firmly pressing the stamp on the signature line. You held the paper up to your face like it was the Baby Jesus staring right back at you, and you couldn't help but laugh menacingly.

"Jarvis, book me a flight for Vegas and a driving service, because I am getting my tattoo!"

~~~

Pepper walked through the door, and the smell of burnt food hit her right in the face. She coughed as she wafted thick smoke away from her face, only to walk into the kitchen and see Tony struggling with his cooking.

"Tony!" She exclaimed, rushing over to see if he was okay. "It's fine, the fire's been out. For, 5 seconds now" He said, throwing the blackened pan into the sink and letting out a sigh of frustration. "I'm gonna just order take out, can you go upstairs and ask Y/N what she wants? And maybe have the talk with her" Tony winked, and Pepper rolled her eyes.

"Are you really this upset by your daughter wanting a tattoo?" Pepper asked, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Pepper, she is 17 years old. She should be wanting a boyfriend, not a tattoo!" Tony spat, growing angry as he watched Pepper laugh at him. "Tony, teenage girls are unpredictable. This is just a phase and it will pass over in about a week" Pepper began to walk away, but Tony grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Please just talk to her about it" Tony took her hand and pressed it to his lips as she nodded and walked upstairs to your room. She softly knocked on the door, and called out your name. There was no response so she knocked again, before trying to open your door.

Pepper jiggled at the locked handle, calling out your name one last time. She walked downstairs and shrugged. "She must've fell asleep, her door is locked and she's not answering" Pepper said. Tony's eyes widened, confused at Pepper's words. "She never locks her door" Tony muttered to himself. "I'm gonna go up there and talk to her" He said, walking past Pepper and going upstairs.

"Don't be mean, please!" She shouted after him. Tony marched up the stairs and knocked at your door. "Y/N. Pumpkin, please open the door. I really wanna talk to you" He whined, waiting for some sort of response from you. There was nothing.

Tony began to grow worried. He didn't hear the water running, so you definitely weren't in the shower, and there was no way you couldn't muffle his voice with a pillow over your head. "Y/N, open this door. Right now" Tony knew that angry tone would've pushed you to realize he's not kidding around anymore, but you still weren't answering your door.

He thought of the worst, that something bad could've happened to you, and began to ram your door with his shoulder, and that sent Pepper running upstairs. Tony barged into your room, running to your bed and seeing a post it note stuck on your pillow.

Dad, I'll be back later. I had to take care of something. Love you always!

Tony threw the post it back onto your bed and looked at your opened window, which had a black rope ladder going down the side of the house. "Oh my god," Pepper gasped, watching as Tony tried his best to control his anger. "Where did she even get a rope ladder from?!" Pepper pondered as Tony pulled the ladder inside.

"Happy got it for her for her 14th birthday, just in case Rhodey and I fought and blew up that house again she can make an easy exit" Tony said, frustratingly running his hands through his hair. "Jarvis," he started "where did Y/N go?".

"Miss Stark is currently on her way to Las Vegas"

Tony and Pepper looked at each other, both were very confused. "Why?" They asked simultaneously. "Miss Stark read that 17 year olds can get tattoos in Nevada just as long as they have parental consent" Jarvis stated. "She doesn't even have my consent, how did she-" "Tony, look" Pepper gently tapped his arm, picking up his old office signature stamp. Tony took it from Pepper's hands and fought the urge to hurl it at the wall.

"I... am going... to kill her" Tony took deep breaths in between his words, charging past Pepper and rushing downstairs. Pepper followed Tony, trying to grab his arm and get him to stop and calm down. "Tony, I know you're mad-"

"Oh, I'm not mad. I'm just going to kill her" He said, going into his lab and ordering Jarvis to open up one of his suits. "You cannot just go and yell at her, okay? Just go and get her and bring her back home and we can talk about this, together. Okay?" Pepper gave a weak smile as Tony got into the suit and stared right at Pepper.

"I'm going to kill her"

~~~

You sat in the waiting room of the tattoo parlor, shaking your leg like a cold chihuahua. There was no doubt you were extremely nervous to be in a different state without your father, getting a tattoo behind his back. For all you know, he could be coming to get you right now, which you hoped for deep down inside.

It took you a few minutes to build up courage to step outside and lean against the building with your phone in your hand. You swiped through the contact list, thinking of who to call first that won't scream at you until your ears bleed.

Pepper: Shes with Tony, no way. Rhodey: He'll offer you good advice, but will call Tony right after you hang up. Happy: Will tell you to call Tony but then he will definitely call Tony even after you hang up. Tony: No.

You groaned in frustration, turning your phone off and sliding down the side of the building. "I'm gonna be in so much trouble" you sniffled, curling your legs in towards your chest and resting your head on your knees. For a split second, you thought you were dreaming, until you heard the all too familiar roaring of the Iron Man suit land right next to you.

Not even lifting your head, you could feel Tony's eyes heading down upon you like you were his prey. "Go ahead, yell at me, tell me I'm a horrible kid for running away to get a tattoo" You grumbled into your knees. Tony exited the suit and sat next to you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"You're not a horrible kid" He sighed, looking at you with your head between your knees. "C'mon Pumpkin, look at me" he pressed, but you protested. "I'm sorry," you wept softly "I'm really, really sorry".

Tony wrapped both of his arms around you and gave you a big hug. "I know you are, but sneaking out to Las Vegas to get a tattoo? You know better than that. How did you even pay to get here?" He asked. You lifted your head and looked at him with tears streaming down your face.

"I used your credit card" you confessed. Tony bit his bottom lip before shaking his head.

"Y/N, I am very disappointed in you. But, we both need to try and see eye to eye when it comes to these types of things. I suppose I wasn't being fair to you by disagreeing with your tattoo right off the bat, but you also need to respect me as a parent and understand that when I say no, reacting like a child isn't going to help" Tony tried his hardest not to cry with you, and he used his hands to wipe the tears off of your face.

"I just," you sniffled. "I want to go home, now".

Tony nodded and stood up, holding his hand out for you, which you gladly took and stood up besides him. "Well, since we are in Vegas... How about we go get dinner before heading home, and before you're stuck in your room for the rest of your life" Tony smirked, and you laughed. "Yeah, I kind of expected that... What about Gordon Ramsay's restaurant?" You offered.

Tony grinned. "Deal." he said as you two began to walk away, before Tony gasped in realization that he was forgetting his suit. "Okay, give me a hand carrying this guy!" he commanded. "Dad, really? Why don't you just get in it?" You whined.

"You're the one that decided to run away to Vegas for a tattoo, don't even start!" he said, picking up the suit by the arms. "Get the legs!" He shouted. You unwillingly picked up the suits legs as you both began walking to the restaurant. "Look at this, daddy daughter bonding!" He happily exclaimed. "More like daddy's first round of daughters punishment" you growled.

"Oh no, sweetheart. This isn't even comparable to your punishment" He snickered, causing you to stop walking and look back at him. "I'm not gonna have to clean the entire lab again, right?" You asked. Tony shrugged before furrowing his eyebrows together and shrugging.

"Don't worry, you'll find out tomorrow."

[beneathtreemomo]

Yo! Saw the ask meme and: hot chocolate, butter tea, blueberry muffin tea(that actually sounds so delicious ahhh) for you! ☆

Hi hi! Thanks for the ask~

Hot Chocolate: Do you have stuffed animals in your room? Which ones?

I’ve got a ton of stuffed animals, actually! I’ve got a Lucas the Spider plushie, a tiny coca-cola polar bear, two mini tsum-tsums (alice and cheshire) and a small tsum-tsum that’s a dusty purple Cheshire Cat that supposedly smells like cookies, a Cheshire Cat plushie, a baby Cheshire Cat plushie, a British flag teddy bear with a very faint scar on its neck from where a red ribbon was tied too tight or something (one day it was fine, the next it was nearly strangled so idk what happened there), a Tikki miraculous plushie, a reversible plushie that’s a cat, a stuffed beagle plushie named either Dusty or Chewy, a shaggy white cat plushie named Milky, a plushie of this cat-rabbit thing from some mecha/space pirate anime (I was told a bit about it when I bought the plushie but I remember nothing except I think this creature turned into the ship?), a “giant” tsunomon plushie, and last but not least, a sleeping pastel yellow lamb that also doubles as a music box.

For better purposes, here is a pic (Lucas and Cola are watching cars and prescribed-burn smoke rn so they aren’t here):

Butter Tea: Show/Tell me about one thing in your room you find awesome

I’d have to say this blanket right here! It was a limited-run blanket by one of my favorite merch stores, HelloTwinsies on Etsy. It’s SUPER soft, adorable, and it’s crazy warm if you can get it to stay on top of you at night xD it’s also HUGE. I cant even walk w/o dragging it and while I think I might’ve shrunk it a small bit in one of the washes (at the other house I had a similar-sized bed and it covered it way better than it does this one) it’s still big enough to fit a queen-size mattress comfortably!

Blueberry-Muffin Tea: Tell a memory that makes you smile

Hm…. I guess when I first got CiCi? She was small enough to fit comfortably in our laps and would hang out in dad’s lap when he worked and I was at school. But the first day we got her was a big day for all of us, to be honest!

See, I was having a really rough time at the time. I was super stressed because I was cramming in all the remaining hard stuff for school credits (I wanted my senior year to be a breeze!), my best friend and I were fighting, and there was a bathroom-related situation with my cat that none of us wanted and after almost a year of trying to fix, ended with her having to be taken to an animal shelter because she just… deserved better than what we were able to give her at that point.

But all of this stuff was driving me crazy, and within the first month of school I was bursting into tears at my guidance counselor’s office and then later that day bursting into tears in my dad’s office and basically we decided that if Luna had to go, then we would get another dog.

And a week or two later we figured, hey, we have a very specific type we’re looking for (short haired chihuahua, not too old but already potty trained, not a teacup, a girl, etc.) So let’s take the afternoon to go look at the shelters and pounds near us to see if there’s anyone we can adopt!

The first handful of places were pretty no-no, though one had an adorable old fella who might’ve been who we ended up with if A) we hadn’t come across CiCi and B) the dog not been claimed/found by his owner! But when we entered the APA that my aunt took me to once and visited their dog area, we met the one and only CiCi! At the time her name had been something like Candy or Lollipop, idk, but it was immediate love at first sight. Her previous owners had given her up because she was too loud when they were gone due to major separation anxiety, which wasn’t going to be a huge problem for us because more often than not there was always one of us at home. (Though, there’s a huge, hilarious story that comes w/ her separation anxiety that ended with two and a half casualties of the in-animate kind)

We spent maybe a total of five minutes there in a private room simply watching her play before we decided “this is the one. She’s gonna be ours.”

And within a couple hours at most, she was! We already had everything she’d need except for a food bowl, her own leash, and puppy food. Oh, and of course a few toys! We went on a short shopping trip w/ her where we got her these things (plus a gift for CoCo, our other dog.) and when we got inside we finally set her down so she could check out the house. And she adored it: she tore through the carpet, zooming around us for a handful of minutes before screeching to a stop in our laps for 5 minutes each where we were kneeling and watching her.

It was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. The most uncharacteristic Chihuahua action and yet the most perfect lapdog action EVER.

Just remembering how she constantly ran back to our laps those thirty minutes or so of her running around the house saying hi to everything and checking out her new home makes me so happy. To make the day better, my best friend and Maya came over to say hi!! Maya got a new friend to play with and while best friend doesn’t quite love CiCi, CiCi sure does love her!

So… yeah. A memory that makes me smile is when we first got CiCi. She really is the best dog! Trying to imagine life without her is so hard, because she fit herself in perfectly. I’m really lucky to have her. Too bad she can’t fit in our laps that well anymore!

[im-fairly-whitty]

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Ernesto Strikes Back: A Coco Fan Fiction

[Part 1: Fallen]  [Part 2: Anger]  [Part 3:Cursed]  [Part 4: Doubt]

Part 5: Remembering

Ernesto should have remembered the pine tree.

There was no reason for him not to remember it. Subconsciously he must have known it would be there, or maybe his mind had been hoping the old thing had died in the last hundred years since he’d seen it last.

But there it was, standing tall and dense in the moonlight, right by the canal where it had always been.

He walked to the canal to peer over the edge, the flowing water below was glossy black, any moonlight blocked by the desert pine behind them.

If you’re a man you’ll do the job right.

Ernesto winced, his father’s words echoing in his head for the first time in years as he watched the water.

Don’t you dare come back until they’re dead, I’m not going to have you growing up soft.

Something inside Ernesto felt like it was slowly caving in on itself as he crouched down, staring at the river.

He’d been fourteen when his father had decided that no son of his was going to spend his life writing worthless songs no one would ever want to listen to. Ernesto was going to grow up to take over the family business of being drunk and raising fighting dogs, or else he wasn’t going to grow up at all. Despite his mother’s hesitant pleas, his father had made a mission of finding whatever made Ernesto the most uncomfortable, and then making him do it.

And one day that mission had brought Ernesto to this very canal. A stray dog had had a litter of puppies behind their shed and Ernesto’s father had swept them into a sack as soon as he’d found them. He’d handed the bag to Ernesto and ordered him to drown them in the canal. To get rid of the vermin. After all, they’d never bring him any gain, meaning they should be put out of the way.

A slap on the side of his face had gotten Ernesto moving, and before he knew it he was standing by the pine tree. Holding the bag over the running water on a night as dark as this one.

And he hadn’t done it. He’d wiped away his tears, opened the bag and gently taken out all three of the young, trembling chihuahuas from inside. All of them had fit in his two hands, they’d been so small. Holding them to his chest he’d taken the long way back home, going door to door on the far side of town until all three puppies had found good homes. It was that night that he'd gone to his childhood friend's house to tell Hector that he'd changed his mind, that he really did want to grow and play music together after all like they'd always dreamed.

“Is there something in the water?” Miguel asked, stepping closer to try and see what Ernesto was looking at.

The boy’s foot stepped on a loose edge before Ernesto could warn him back and the ledge crumbled under him. Ernesto lunged for the boy as he fell, summoning just enough anger in time to catch him and fling him back onto safe ground, away from the black rushing water below.

Both of them stared at each other. The boy’s breath was coming fast from the close save.

No. Not drowning. Not last year at his mansion’s pool, not tonight at the canal. No one was ever going to drown on Ernesto’s watch. He’d made that choice a long time ago.

So what did that say about him now? What would his fourteen-year-old self think of him now?

Ernesto stood, but the thought followed him. He’d always been able to be a different person here at the pine tree than he was at home. It had been where he’d hid when his father was especially drunk, where he could write his no good songs and pretend that one day he’d be a great man who didn't have to listen to anyone. A man with a different name, a man with a different life.

He looked at the base of the pine tree, remembering the last time he’d visited, back when he’d been alive. A coldness washed up him from its direction.

“I, I can see you...” Miguel gasped. He was still sitting on the dirt, looking almost entirely translucent now. “Señor De la Cruz?”

Ernesto looked at him, feeling achingly tired at the familiar horror on the boy’s face. Miguel had received his family’s blessing right after Ernesto had been mauled, three long days before anyone had bothered to shift the second bell aside. Had Miguel ever once stopped to think about what had happened to the man he’d so thoroughly destroyed? Or had he merrily gone back to his life without a second thought?

“Go to that tree and dig at the base.” Ernesto ordered, sounding as deadly serious as he could. “There should be a metal tin several inches down.”

Miguel looked scared, but didn’t bolt. Which was too bad, the short chase might have brought back the fire that was starting to flag within Ernesto. Too many cold memories were freezing it out.

The boy was wide-eyed, but nodded, keeping an eye on Ernesto as he picked up a nearby stick and started to pry at the dirt at the base of the tree, scraping it aside as best he could in the dark.

Ernesto looked out over the mostly flat surroundings, the trees were just sparse enough to give him a view of the town. A flash of movement caught his eye and he peered far back down the path they’d come up. Creeping through the trees and brush, barely visible, was the glow of an alebrije. A big one.

“Do you have it yet?” Ernesto barked.

“Yes, I think so.”

Miguel wiped away another layer of dirt to show a rusted tin square at the bottom of the small hole he’d scraped out. He dug his glowing fingertips at the edges and carefully pried the tin box out of the ground. He tried handing it to Ernesto, but Ernesto’s hand passed right through it.

“Carry it and follow me.” Ernesto ordered.

“Señor De la Cruz,” Miguel held the tin to his chest like it was a life preserver. “I want to go home, please.”

Ernesto looked at the boy for a long moment. Shivering and scared, Miguel looked anything but dangerous, anything but threatening.

What if Ernesto did leave him here? Call it off while he still could, leave the boy behind for family to find, let him go home.

Miguel would get a family blessing like last year, he would go home, he would be with his family, Hector would be with his family too. They all would be happy and together again, with their music and their guitars and their friends and reputations and what would happen to Ernesto?

Would Ernesto have a mansion, a home, a house, any semblance of a comfortable dwelling to go back to? Would he have a loving family or even a single friend to be with? Would Ernesto, the fallen star, the disgraced legend, De la Cruz, have anything to look back on but tarnished memories?

Would Ernesto have anything, anything, to look forward to but the inside of a cold jail cell in the land of the dead? Scratching out a tally of the passing months on the walls for hundreds, maybe even a thousand years, until the day when history books would finally stop telling the fantastic tale of the murderous musician. The day that he would be glad, when he would rejoice as a piteous wreck to finally yellow and flake away on a passing breeze as he was finally forgotten for good. The day that he would finally be able to leave behind the smoldering ruin that had been a perfectly perfect paradise, to merge with whatever oblivion lay beyond the second death.

Ernesto heard shouts in the distance, he looked up and saw that the alebrije light in the trees was moving faster. The heat inside him was gone for good now, replaced by a paralyzing hollow coldness that felt oddly familiar, like it had been lurking in the edges of his vision his whole life.

Yes, he could leave Miguel behind, but that would mean leaving behind the one blasted thing he still had any semblance of power over, the last claim he had to anything worthwhile in either of the realms.

This was the last choice he would ever make. Once he let go of Miguel, dead or alive, his life and afterlife would come to a close, deciding his fate permanently for the rest of his existence. But as long as he still had Miguel alive, this last choice was still open to him, staving off the inevitable for just another minute, just a little bit longer before it all came crashing down for good.

It was a terrible feeling, everything inside him felt sick, but it was the only feeling at all left in Ernesto, and he couldn’t bear trying to let it go.

Perhaps Miguel saw something dark settle over Ernesto, because he took another step back.

Ernesto pointed down the path leading back to the town. “Get moving.” His voice sounded more dead than he was.

Miguel silently obeyed, not daring to push back.

Ernesto followed silently, the orange glow the two of them put off faded under the harsh silver of the dappled moonlight slipping down between the trees. 

Where would they go now? Maybe it would poetic to “go home,” as Miguel had said.

Ernesto had no home, but he did remember the way back to the place his parents had lived, that he had actively avoided as soon as he was old enough, the place that he had disowned almost as soon as it had disowned him. Why not bring everything full circle.

Ahead of him Miguel looked like he was entirely cursed again, completely see-through, but must not have been since he was still able to hold onto the solid tin box. He had perhaps only minutes left in the land of the living.

And they would be his last, Ernesto had decided.

Last year Ernesto had everything to gain from killing Miguel. This year he had nothing to lose.

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[the-blonde-hurricane]

Here’s Why Being Afraid of American Pitbull Terriers Perpetuates an Unrealistic Fear, Causing Thousands of Deaths to a Suffering Breed.

ASPCA commercials of sad animals in kennels, unadopted and without families is hard for pretty much anyone to watch who is an animal person in one way or another. The majority of the dogs there, however, happen to be the American Pitbull Terrier, the “scary” dog. 

Below are pictures of pitbulls. I did not purposefully put together adorable photo shoots, or baskets of pitbull puppies, or pictures of them specifically with small animals or children. I am not here to further convince you that pitbulls are nice, friendly dogs. The reason why is because if this were about any other dog, it wouldn’t be necessary. I wouldn’t need to pick very specific pictures to show you that a nice dog is actually a nice dog, you would already assume so. I’m making this post to show you, hopefully remind you, that this fear of pitbulls is ridiculous, sad and quite frankly sickening.

Take a look at these statistics. I mean, really look at them. Doesn’t quite resonate with you? Allow me to shed some light. 

The American Temperament Test Society  is a group of people who, can you believe it, test the temperament (or the dog’s natural disposition) of over 30,000 different dogs of all different breeds. The breed, age, sex and amount of training a dog already has is taken into account. The test takes no longer than 12 minutes, with the subject dog being on a loose 6′ leash. The dog is presented with multiple tests to have its anxiety levels, panic without recovery and unprovoked aggression recorded.

The tests include 2 different situations with strangers, one neutral and one friendly. Next is 2 different loud and abrupt noises the dog can’t see or find. The next 3 are visual and tactile tests, including a umbrella popped open unexpectedly and strange floor the dog has to walk on (this is to analyze the dogs recovery from fear/panic to stepping on something unusual. it does not harm them). The last test are 3 different levels of aggressive behavior by a stranger.

This is where you can find the complete details to the test because I summarized them for obvious reasons.

That being said, should we go back to the picture above, pitbulls had an 86.8% pass on this test, being second best out of all the other “scary*” breeds listed.

*not all breeds are listed, but the ones that are tend to be the most common breeds restricted from apartments, homes or have had a history of being the “scary dog of the decade”. yes, golden retrievers included.

“But pitbulls are inherently vicious, it’s in their nature!”

First of all, false. Second of all, take a moment and take the “dog” part out of that. Sounds familiar doesn’t it? Defining a whole group by the actions of a few? Don’t we frown on that? We do. And if you don’t, you should ( because what the hell you fuckin racist ).

But here’s the kicker folks. Dogs don’t know anything other than what is shown to them. Unfortunately, the pitiful you’re afraid of gets hit, abused, and or neglected. Whether the poor thing is getting starved or beaten, it’s been taught to fear. Dogs can handle themselves when they need to so when all they know is fear, do you expect them to trust you? Of course not.

Now before you go on your merry way to tell me i shouldn’t be justifying an awful thing these poor dogs have done out of fear, rewind for a moment, and hear me out when i tell you you should not be afraid of the dog. you should be livid at the humans who have made this dog believe that the whole world will hurt them

“But Pitbulls have lockjaws! Once they bite down they won’t let go!”

WRONG. AGAIN. I am literally only going to say this once because if i hear it again I swear on my melting pint of ice cream I’m wrapping myself in a straight jacket and never coming out. 

Pitbulls. Jaws. Do. Not. Lock. 

That is a myth, it has been a myth ever since pitbulls became the scary dog of america and it will remain a myth because it is the stupidest thing I’ve ever fucking heard. Stretch your arm out and lock your elbow in place. Magically, you can still bend your elbow back, because it’s not really locked. There is no part of your body that you can lock to your will without being able to unlock it (if you can, go see a doctor. something is wrong)

If you take the skull of a chihuahua and the skull of a pitbull, besides their size, the mechanisms will be identical. The myth that pitbulls have locking jaws came from being bred to not back down until their goal was met, even despite pain inflicted on them, as they were used to take down larger animals. It is in their nature to be tenacious, but it is not in their nature to be vicious. The same way a foxhound, beagle or greyhound would go after rabbits, foxes and coyotes to tear them to shreds if given the chance and freedom.

“(Pitbulls) work through the years has been control of other animals- never humans.  A correct pit bull is more often than not submissive toward all humans, and adores children.”(x)

Now lets get personal

This is my dog, Kala

She is the cutest, sweetest damn thing this side of the equator. When I adopted her, she was 5, and the people said she was abandoned and found as a stray. Her nipples were sagging and they said she had to have had no less than two litters already, at the age of 5. They told me when she was found, she had a chip but the contact connected to it never responded or answered any calls.

The day I met Kala, she cried when I turned to leave even though she was the quietest dog in the room. The first time I saw her mouth open into a smile was when she got into our car to take her home. She thinks she's the size of a cat (and lays down like one too, with all her paws tucked underneath her) and will always want to be sitting in your lap or touching you in some way to know you're close. She’s is ever protective of my 11 year old niece and 7 year old nephew. My youngest nephew, who just turned 1, is wary of her only because he’s only familiar with cats. But when he begins to panic around a large animal such as Kala, she steps back and lays her entire body down for him.

She’s 8 years old now and gallops around like she’s 3. Her favorite treat is a banana shared with me, and I would rather sit in a cardboard box on the street, with her healthy and happy by my side, than give her up to be euthanized soon after so I can live in an apartment complex that won’t allow pitbulls, rottweilers and huskies because “they don’t do well in communities”

In conclusion:

If you are scared of pitbulls simply because they are pitbulls, you are part of the reason I can’t find a home for me and my best friend. 

Fuck you.

[gottalovetheletos]

Bright Lights, Big City. Series. Chapter 1.

Okay, so I wasn’t going to release this new series yet but I cant hold off. I think I’m going to do one more chapter to each of Jared’s and Shannon’s series. I was then going to release this one but screw it. I’m super excited for this and have been thinking about it for a few weeks. I hope you like the start of a new series!!!

Authors note:  I’ve tried to proof read it, but knowing me there’s still mistakes lol. Anyway a new series. I’m very excited about this one. I hope you are too. Enjoy. 

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Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,895.

Bright Lights, Big City. Chapter 1.

CHAPTER 1

“I guess it’s time to finish off the planning for the charity opening day” I said to myself as I walked into my home office. I worked as an coordinator of a charity called ‘Bright Lights, Big City’. We had many departments from helping the less fortunate and going through hard times to rebuilding homes destroyed by natural disasters. That was my department among a few more. I had organised all of the volunteers and how they were all getting there and a sponsor, we needed them . I had reached out to many celebrities such as Miley Cyrus, John Mayer and even Prince Harry from England, worth a shot but hadn’t yet received a reply. I mean in past projects we’ve had Demi Lovato, Liam Hemsworth and Ed Sheeran. 

  We’d had a few celebrities to help sponsor us and bring in extra helpers because of the 'celebrity endorsement’, so to speak, we were using them, but for a good cause. I sat at my very tidy desk and logged into my email. It was taking it’s time to load so I turned around to plug my phone into the tower speaker to play some music. The first song was House of the rising sun by the animals. Just as the song was ending my emails had loaded, 17 new emails. I went through every one of them. Most were about the deliveries for the construction materials. As I replied to each email Kings and Queens started blaring through my speakers. Singing along I checked the second to last email. 

Subject: Bright Lights, Big City Sponsor. Oh my god this was it, 2 weeks before we are supposed to start and we have a sponsor, thank goodness. So I scrolled down to read the email. Hello, Y/N/&/ Y/L/N.  I’m writing to you to confirm that Thirty Seconds To Mars would like to sponsor your charity as I had done some research and they were impressed by what your charity has done for everyone you’ve helped. They also liked all of the past and current projects and would like to sponsor more in the future.   Please get back to us so we know you’d still like them to be the sponsor for this project. I will then be  able to give you contact details as well as receive yours. I hope to hear from you soon. Kind Regards The office of Thirty Seconds To Mars.    My hands were over my mouth as I sat there in shock. They’d been my favorite band for years and now they’re going to sponsor a charity project that I am in charge of. Holy crap! To be quite honest I forgotten that I’d sent them an email about this but then again I had reached out to a lot of celebrities. I replied back to the email. Hello, Office of Thirty Seconds To Mars, I’d like to gracefully accept for Thirty Seconds To Mars to be our sponsor for this project. Let me go through the plans and I will email you back tomorrow with my details. Thank you once again for agreeing to sponsor this project. I and the people we will be helping cannot thank you enough. Yours sincerely Miss Y/N/&/Y/L/N. I was shaking from the excitement. Still no time for that now. I can be excited later I now need to find a location for all of the volunteers to meet so we can discuss the plans for the buildings. I rang up a few meeting room places close to the location of our project so we could easily walk there and I found one. For this place I would only need to bring my own laptop as they had a projector there which was handy. I could now tick that off of my check list. As I’d finished for the evening I decided to sit in the back yard so I could breath in a little fresh air. I took my vape pen with me so I could take a few puffs to help calm me down, the adrenaline was still coursing through my veins as I sat there and thought about what was happening. I watched my dogs roam around the dimly lit yard. I had a great dane rescue who I named blue as his color was blue and I had Tank my Husky rescue, I called him tank because he was a stocky thing that would knock anything over in his path and there was Nellie the Chihuahua mix, she was my first dog, small but feisty, definitely the leader of the pack. The boys needed to be re homed together and people usually don’t want 2 big dogs, well puppies. They were only 8 months old but had been together since 5 weeks as the person who gave them to the rescue bought them way too early and didn’t want them once they both teamed up and destroyed the house. Once they were at the rescue they were trained to not ruin furniture and trained to be fairly good dogs. I mean they’re still puppies so I’m  a little lenient with them. But I’d never change them in any way, they are my babies, I’ll be it big babies, but babies none the less. I called them inside and locked the doors. I was on the computer for so long that it had passed dinner time so I didn’t bother. I went upstairs to have a shower, then laid in bed after. I couldn’t sleep, I was thinking about all the things I needed to get ready. I was going through my mental check list in my head. I had the materials. ✔️ the storage for materials. ✔️ the sponsor. ✔️ the meeting room. ✔️ the transport. ✔️ the volunteers. ✔️ the blueprints. ✔️ the tools. ✔️ As I was going through them ticking more and more off I started to feel better and more prepared. Checking things off my list was like counting sheep and before I knew it I was asleep.  The next two weeks flew by what with all the preparing I was doing. I had finished my presentation and a speech for the first day and was now packing it all into my bag ready for tomorrow. The office of thirty seconds to mars and I had been emailing back and forth. For a sponsor they sure wanted to know every detail of my plan, which was a little intimidating because our other sponsors had never wanted such detailed descriptions of what was going on, but it was fine. I felt pretty organised. That night my bag with my laptop, paperwork and handouts were by the door. I was showered and had my outfit picked out for tomorrow which was fairly business-ey. I was in bed reading over the final plans for tomorrow. Once the clock hit 10 pm I decided to go to sleep.   *beep beep beep beep beep* “Uggghh” I sighed to myself. I rolled over to see that it was 6 am. I slammed my hand down on the alarm and scrambled out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to go to the toilet and wash my face. After I made breakfast for myself and the dogs and sat at the table. I let the dogs out while I got dressed.

I’ll admit this outfit was not suitable for a construction site but I’ve done this enough times to know I can climb a ladder in heels and a skirt if needed.  I fixed my hair, let the dogs back in and got ready to leave. I grabbed my bag and car keys had a last check in the mirror. I closed the door took a deep breath and tried to think positively. I arrived at the meeting place where everyone would be arriving in about half an hour. Plenty of time for me to get hooked up to the projector. Luckily they had already set the chairs out for me. About 150. Staring at the empty chairs made me feel slightly nervous, but I can do this. About 10 minutes before everyone would be arriving on the buses I heard a commotion outside so decided to investigate. I went to the front desk and asked what was going on. “Well Miss, it’s some band, they’ve come to see you”. I stared at the man with wide eyes. “Me? What’s the bands name?” I ask him. “Thirty something something, at least I think that what they were screaming outside” he replied. 'Oh god’ I thought to myself. I went back to my meeting room to wait for them and to try and calm myself. I gave it a couple of minutes and there they were. Well two thirds of them. Shannon and Jared walked towards me. “Hi, I’m Jared ad this is Shannon are you the coordinator of the Bright lights, big city organisation” Jared held out a hand for me to shake. “Hi yes I am. I’m Y/N/&/Y/L/N. Do forgive me but may I ask why you’re here?” I didn’t want to sound rude but sponsors don’t usually show up until we’ve finished all the work and we have the little celebration party at the end. “Well my brother thought it would be a great idea if we came along to find out whats going to happen and if we could help in any way” Shannon answered not looking too happy. “You don’t look like the type of girl who does this very often. You’re dressed to girly. Who’s actually in charge of the building here?” he added. “Well actually I have been coordinator of about 30 very successful projects and I am in charge, thank you very much” I defended myself. People started coming off of the buses and into the venue. The two men went to the back of the room and took seats. I turned around and tried to gather my thoughts. I wondered why Shannon was annoyed with me already. Was it the way I was dressed. Did I do something to piss him off. I cant loose the sponsors already. I shook the negative thoughts out of my head and turned back around to see the room full of people. “If we’re all ready and seated I’d like to get started” I announced with a smile. “I’d like to thank each and every one of you for volunteering and agreeing to help with this project. As you know” I flip to the first slid. “The area we will be working on was affected by a very big storm that passed through. It has taken over 200 homes and we are all here to help build them back up so I hope you’re good with tools” I gained a little laugh. I looked over to Jared and Shannon. Jared was listening to my every word and Shannon was busy on his pone looking more and more annoyed. I was just hoping it wasn’t at me. I carried on with the presentation and at the end I introduced out sponsors. It lasted around 45 minutes. I sent everyone for a coffee break then we’d get onto the buses so I could show everyone the location and where we’d be starting tomorrow.

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Chapter 2. 

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[crystaiskiess]

Blushes and a Cup of Coffee

Part of the Our Photo Album series - does not need to be read in order but is recommended Previous Part Series Masterlist

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Summary: Phil was expecting one of the stereotypical first questions, ‘what’s your favourite colour?’ Or ‘where were you born?” Instead, Dan asked, “Do you like coffee?” and Phil couldn’t help the short bark of laughter that he let out at the strange question.OrThe two idiots and their first date

Author’s Notes: Hello people! I literally wrote this today and it's all from Phil's POV so I might write a Dan version soonish! There will be two updates next week (special christmas update!!!)I hope you're all enjoying this series! Please tell me what you think! I love to hear how you guys reacted and if you liked it or not! (Totally not fishing for comments) IM SORRY OK I LOVE TO KNOW IF YOU LIKED IT

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Phil was shaking like a chihuahua who badly needed to pee; his whole body appeared to be quivering. For what had to have been the third time that minute, he checked the time. 3:02 pm. It was perfectly understandable for Dan to be two minutes late, but Phil was just so unbelievably nervous. Phil was positive the first date hadn’t felt this way with his last girlfriend, he had never had palms that wouldn’t seem to stop sweating or goosebumps that were trailing down his back and pressing into his spine, but this was Dan .

He was different, special in his own unique way, hilarious without meaning to be as funny as he was. He just had a sarcastic attitude. Not that he was sarcastic, but he had very dry wit. Oh my god he was rambling in his own mind, how in the world was he meant to talk to Dan? With his molten chocolate eyes that made Phil forget his own name, and his adorable dimples that seemed to cave forever. He was doomed. That was if Dan ever turned up. Phil checked the time again, 3:03 pm.

The bell above the door signalled that someone was walking into the small cafe, Phil’s head shot up so fast he gave himself whiplash. Suddenly it felt as though every whisper of a breath had flown from Phil’s body. His eyes trailed over the loose black shirt that hung around Dan’s frame, a polar opposite from his usual shirt and tie. His ripped black jeans were so tight that Phil could feel his cheeks heating up just from the knowledge that he couldn’t look away. Shit. He had a problem.

A blush dusted it’s way along Dan’s cheekbones, leaving him with red splotches in places and pink flush in others, Phil swallowed heavily and forced himself to continue breathing. “Hi,” Dan murmured shyly, slipping into the seat across from Phil. “H-hey!” Phil choked out, still heavily distracted by how well the loose grey shirt suited Dan. The silence fell over them, it was heavy and it clung to the hairs on Phil’s arm in a sticky, oppressive way. Dan fidgeted with the napkin in front of him, Phil watched as he curled the corner, then smoothed it back out so there were no creases, before repeating the action.

They needed to break this silence, both he and Dan knew that, but neither of them wanted to be the first one. Phil could feel the awkwardness creeping down his throat, sending icy cold emotions swirling in his stomach. After 5 minutes of this awkward behaviour Dan spoke up, “For fucks sake,” Phil gaped at him, unable to help it. Dan was so beautiful and professional, albeit a little bit shy, at work and he had sworn so out of the blue it really shocked Phil.

Dan continued speaking, “Okay, we can both feel this awkwardness and you know what I really like you! We both know we get along well!” This was true, Dan and he had been getting along really well over the course of the week. Phil had really been looking forward to this date, because their conversations were so fluid and easy. It was only due to nerves that it was so awkward and Phil knew it. He nodded in response to what Dan was saying, prompting him to continue speaking.

“So let’s start off easy,” Dan was regaining his shy composure after his sudden outburst, his face was as flushed and blotchy as it had been when Phil’s friend Louise had told them that they would make ‘such a cute couple!’ “Okay,” Phil replied easily, relieved to find the awkward atmosphere breaking already.

Phil was expecting one of the stereotypical first questions, ‘what’s your favourite colour?’ Or ‘where were you born?” Instead, Dan asked, “Do you like coffee?” and Phil couldn’t help the short bark of laughter that he let out at the strange question. “Yes, I love coffee,” he replied easily, he could feel his familiar confidence begin to refill his body now that the uncomfortable silence had been removed, “Why do you ask?” Dan shrugged, causing his loose shirt to fall off his shoulder slightly, Phil tried not to stare at the stretch of pale skin that was now revealed to him. He swallowed heavily, barely hearing Dan’s reply.

“We are in a coffee shop,” Dan spread his arms widely, narrowly missing a cup full of sugar packets. Phil was utterly mesmerized by everything Dan did, from the way he spoke with his hands, to his over the top facial expressions. “So, what’s your coffee order?” Dan leaned in slightly and Phil felt his breath hitch, those brown eyes were way too close to his own. He rattled off his regular coffee without thinking, vaguely aware of what he was saying but more focused on not staring at the plump lips only inches from his own. They were slightly chapped and ‘oh so’ pink, shoot he was staring.

Dan laughed airily, his dimples puncturing his soft cheeks and his eyes crinkling, “Earth to Phil,” he waved his hand in front of Phil’s face and suddenly Phil was back in the present, “I’m going to order us a coffee okay?” Dan was staring at him with bright brown eyes and Phil nodded in response. His breath left him in a heavy exhale as Dan finally moved away, “Wow I’m stuffed,” he breathed to himself.

The couple of minutes while Dan was gone gave Phil some time to think of questions to ask, and calm himself down. Although the newly found calm lasted about two seconds, as the second Dan returned with cups in his hand, Phil was back to his lack of breath. Dan was just so beautiful, inside and out, from his curly hair which flicked out of his eyes ever so slightly to his dry humour which didn’t quite match his soft looking face. “Here’s your coffee Mr Lester,” Dan teased as he passed the cup to Phil, their hands brushed and Phil felt sparks of warmth fill his body. Pull it together Phil, he chastised himself.

“So we don’t really know much about each other,” Phil mumbled, over the lid of his coffee cup. Dan’s eyebrows shot up and Phil had to force himself not to look at his lips as they curved over the coffee. At the surprised look Phil explained, “I know you a little bit, but we’ve barely spoken, I hardly know anything about you.” Dan lowered the coffee cup and shot Phil a bright smile, “You’re right, I only know that you’re a nerdy receptionist who’s good at taking photos.” Phil put his hand to his heart as though he’d been shot, mocking pain and disbelief, “How could you say such a thing?” Dan giggled softly, shoving him in the shoulder as he continued, “You’ve wounded me Dan! Wounded!”

“Shut up,” Dan laughed, covering Phil’s mouth with his hand. Phil giggled along with him as he pushed the hand away. “No but seriously, all I know about you is you’re a meme loving teacher.” Phil indicated to Dan’s phone where he knew the lock-screen was a doge meme, despite how old and out of date said meme was. Dan blushed in response, the red spot to the side of his dimple kept drawing Phil’s attention. It took all of his willpower not to lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on that spot. “Well,” Dan began and Phil took a sip of his coffee, eyes never leaving Dan, “I grew up in Reading, I have always wanted to be a teacher because I love kids and I am a major dog person.”

Phil nodded, unable to stop his brain from conjuring up the adorable image of Dan with a puppy, maybe a corgi. He mentally shook himself as Dan spoke again, “How about you?” Phil hadn’t thought this through, he was too distracted by Dan, in his defence Dan was a very distracting person, “Well, I wanted to be a photographer when I was little, and I moved here from Manchester after I finished university.” Dan nodded, he seemed to be deeply in thought, “Why didn’t you pursue photography?” he asked after a few beats of silence, “I-if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I couldn’t afford good quality equipment, I needed a job so I started working at the school,” Phil explained with a shrug, taking another sip of the coffee. Dan’s foot kept brushing along his as he swung his feet under the table and it was very distracting. “C-c-can you take a photo of us?” Dan was staring at the table as though it held all the answers to life, “I mean- I- only if you want to? But we could keep it as a memory? I don’t know sometimes I come up with stupid ideas just ignore m-” Phil cut Dan off by gently lifting his head up so that they were holding eye contact, his fingers tingled in every place they were touching Dan’s skin but he ignored it.

“Of course I’ll take a photo of us,” He smiled, Dan’s eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open slightly in a small ‘o’. Phil drew his hand away, pretending he didn’t notice the way Dan’s chin seemed to follow it, as though he wanted to lengthen the touch as much as Dan did. Phil pulled out his phone, hoping his face wasn’t as flushed as it felt. Although as he flipped the camera around to face him his cheeks were pink all over and his eyes were the brightest he had seen them in years.

He held up the phone, “Move in closer Dan,” he ushered Dan towards him, his skin burned where Dan’s arm was pressed up against his. Dan moved his face so that they were touching cheeks, “S-smile,” Phil stammered and he felt his brain ascend to heaven as Dan turned a bright smile to the camera. The camera clicked and he’d taken the photo, but neither of them moved. Well they moved slightly but not further away from each other. Dan was still sitting entirely too close to Phil, their cheeks brushing against each other.

However, since Phil could never have good luck in anything he did, Dan’s phone started to ring. He sent Phil an apologetic look as he answered the phone, “Why hello Beetroot!” Phil listened patiently as Dan spoke to, what sounded like a girl around their age. When he hung up he sighed, “I have to go sorry,” Dan apologized, he had moved ever so slightly back into Phil’s personal space, and Phil couldn’t have cared less. “That’s okay,” He said softly, eyes trained on Dan’s beautiful eyes, as per usual. “Thanks for coming.”

Dan smiled, it was a soft sort of smile, the type that curled up at the corners of his mouth ever so slightly and softened his eyes until they were practically melting Phil’s insides. “I had a great time,” Phil watched as he faltered slightly as though unsure of something before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Phil’s cheek, “Let’s do this again sometime.” All Phil could do was nod dumbly, his face stuck in a goofy grin as Dan blushed and stood up to leave.

“S-see you at work!” Phil managed to stammer out, Dan beamed as he picked up his phone.

“Definitely.”

Next Part

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Dog Myths VS Facts: Can You Guess?

When it comes to our canine companions, there’s a lot of information floating around out there. But what’s a myth and what is actually fact? Read on for some things that may surprise you!

1. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

Myth: Not only can you teach an old dog new tricks, but he may even learn quicker than a feisty younger pup. Older dogs are usually calmer, more settled in their ways, welcome the extra attention, and very much want to please you. So grab some treats and teach aging Fido a new trick or two.

2. A dogs mouth is cleaner than a humans mouth.

Myth: Um … no. It’s true that we humans don’t generally catch stuff from getting drowned in doggy kisses, but it’s not because Fido doesn’t have a mouth full of germs (because he does). Dogs have about 600 various bacterial strains in their mouths (as do we humans). The difference is that most canine germs are not compatible with humans, so we normally don’t get sick from them. Notice that I said most — not all. There are definitely some germs that can, and do, pass from dogs to humans, which can range from very mild to severe. Keep this in mind, especially if anyone in your household has a compromised immune system.

3. My dog’s nose is dry so he must be sick.

Myth: Just because your pooch has a warm, dry nose doesn’t mean he’s sick. In fact, you’ll see the temperature and moisture level change throughout the day. For example, you may notice your dog’s nose is dryer when he first wakes up from a nap. That’s partly due to the drop in body temperature, and partly because he has not been licking it while he was asleep. A few other reasons your dog’s nose may be dry: he may be dehydrated or he may have a little sunburn.

The same holds true about a cool, moist nose. It’s not a total measure of health. Moist noses could mean your dog is putting his nose to good use (because when dogs follow a specific scent, their nose develops a thin layer of moist mucus) or it could possibly be runny from respiratory illness.

4. A wagging tail means a happy dog.

Myth: A wagging tail can have many meanings and not all of them are friendly. Dogs communicate with their tails. Positioning, postures, and facial expressions can give you big clues as to your pup’s current state of mind. I’ve written an entire article on the subject — click here to check it out!

5. Every year in a dog’s life is equal to seven human years.

Myth: If only it were that simple! But, of course, it’s not. Dogs do age much quicker than humans, but not at the very familiar 1:7 ratio. Where this rule came from is unknown, but it did originate sometime in the 1950s. At that time the average canine lived for approximately 10 years and the average human for 70 years—hence: 1:7.

During a dog’s first year of life, he actually ages more than twice that number. Check out this AKC infographic to see how the researchers break down canine aging. You’ll see that the size of a dog plays a big part in the aging process. Click here to read it.

6. Dogs are colorblind and can only see black and white.

Myth: No, dogs are not colorblind. Although they don’t see the rainbow in the same vibrant way we do, they do see it in color. Being able to visualize color all comes down to specialized cells in the eyes called cones. Humans and canines both have cones, but we humans have lots more of them. To see how your dog sees color check out my article! You’ll find a graphic there so you can see exactly how Fido sees color.

7. Dogs are as smart as a 2-year-old toddler.

Fact: Believe it or not, this is actually true. Well, Fido might not be ready to sign up for preschool, but studies have proven that he can learn as many words as a toddler. Take the time to work with your pooch and he might surprise you … a lot! Check out my article titled, “How Many Words Can A Dog Understand”. According to psychologist Stanley Coren,

“The average dog can learn 165 words and dogs in the top 20 percent of dog intelligence can learn 250 words.”

8. Dogs sleep curled up in a ball to keep their organs safe.

Fact: Curling up in a ball to tuck in for a good night’s sleep is actually a throwback to their wild ancestors. It was their way of staying safe and protecting themselves from predators. Sleeping curled up protects vital organs, keeps Fido warm, snuggly, and feeling safe. Find out more about dog sleeping positions here!

9. Puppies are born blind and deaf.

Fact: Yep, puppies are actually born blind and deaf. Their eyes are not fully developed at birth and remain tightly closed. It’s the same with their ear canals. A puppy’s ear canals and eyes will open in approximately two to three weeks. Meanwhile, these little cuties have to maneuver around purely by scent. They rely solely on their noses to find their mama so they can nurse and snuggle.

10. No two dogs have the same nose print.

Fact: I’m unique, you’re unique, and Fido is unique too! That’s right! Just like no two humans have the same fingerprints, there are no two dogs that have the same nose prints. And that’s a fact!

11. A dog can suffer foot damage if his nails are kept too long.

Fact. If you hear your dog’s nails tapping on the floor when he walks then it’s definitely time to grab the clippers and trim those nails. When a dog’s nails tap on hard surfaces, it pushes their nails back up into their nail beds, which can be extremely painful. Not only can it put pressure on the toe joints, but it could also force the toe to twist to the side, resulting in soreness or even arthritis.

If you’re a little timid about cutting your pooch’s nails, you’re not alone (especially if your dog has black nails where you can’t see the quick). Check out my article on How To Cut Nails Without Being Afraid.

12. Dogs use their whiskers to sense the world around them.

Fact: Yep, you can think of a dog’s whiskers (also known as vibrissae) as little sensors that help him navigate the world. Those coarse long hairs that protrude from Fido’s face and muzzle are loaded with sensory nerves at the base of the follicles. These specialized sensory neurons send messages to the brain so your pooch will be able to assess what’s safe or dangerous while maneuvering through his environment. So, what happens to dogs that don’t have their whiskers? According to Kimberly Alt from caninejournal.com:

“If your dog’s whiskers are cut off, it can interfere with their ability to navigate their surroundings. Your dog may run into more items and be more susceptible to getting injured. The removal of a dog’s whiskers can be uncomfortable and stressful for them.”

13. Normal body temperature for a dog can be as high as 102º.

Fact: For humans, our normal body temperature is roughly 98.6º F. Knowing that, it would seem like 102º is pretty hot. But it’s actually not for Fido. Normal body temperature for a pooch can range from 101 to 102.5º. So, if your pooch feels hot to you, it’s because he is naturally hotter than you. But not to worry, he doesn’t have a fever – it’s perfectly normal. Above 102.5º would be considered a fever and a trip to the veterinarian would definitely be in order at that point.

14. Paul McCartney in his hit song “A Day In The Life” included a high-pitched dog whistle sound at the end of the recording.

Fact: If you’re ever playing the Beatles Sergeant Pepper Album and you’re sitting with your dog, play the last song on the album called A Day In The Life. At the end of the song, keep an eye on your pooch. Yes, I have tried it with my dog! And yes, her big ears perked right up!

15. Look at him, he looks so guilty. He knows what he did!

Myth: Oh, how many times have we heard this or even said it? Well, it’s actually a myth. Your dog is not looking guilty. Rather, that look on his face is more than likely a reaction to you as you yell at him and shake your finger in his face. He’s confused and maybe even afraid. Dogs live in the moment so whatever he did earlier when you didn’t see him, it’s time to move on.

16. Just like a human baby, a Chihuahua is born with a soft spot at the top of his head.

Fact. Yes, this is true. Just like a human infant, a Chihuahua has a soft spot called a molera. The opening is formed where the parietal and frontal bones have not yet fused together. The opening should close within one to four months. It should be noted, though, that for some dogs the plates never pull together and close. For these dogs, precautions should be taken to protect against head injury.

17. If you are just quickly running into the store it’s okay to crack the car window and leave Fido in the car.

Myth: No, no, no…never! It’s recommended to never leave your dog unattended in a car. In winter it’s too cold and in summer the rising temperature in a car can turn deadly in minutes. Please take a minute to read my article on this subject and you can watch Dr. Ernie Ward, a famous veterinarian who’s appeared on Animal Planet, as he shows you exactly what happens in a hot car.

18. Adopting shelter dogs are a problem.

Myth: Any dog (or person for that matter) could be a problem — you just never know. But just because a dog is in a shelter doesn’t mean he’s trouble. Many of these pooches were family dogs who, for some reason, were dropped off. Sometimes people get down on their luck and can no longer keep their pets. It could be for financial reasons, maybe a move where they can’t take the dog with them, illness, or maybe they just never knew what to do with a dog. In any case, we can’t change what was, but, hopefully, we can change what’s going to be. If you’re thinking of adopting, don’t let this myth scare you away. Your shelter dog will probably need a little more TLC because he’s probably been through a lot, but he may also be way more appreciative that you cared enough to take him home.

If you’re looking to adopt and don’t know where to start, Petfinder is a great place to begin. They have lists of shelter dogs from coast to coast. You can search by, breed, age group, and sex. The website also has tons of valuable articles and content.

19. All breeders are irresponsible.

Myth: After talking about shelter dogs, I felt it necessary to touch onto the subject of buying a dog. I don’t usually delve into anything controversial on this blog, but I felt I would be remiss not to add this. I don’t quite know how, when, or why breeders have become the devil. Responsible breeders and breed clubs maintain a vested interest in the health and welfare of a breed. They work to make sure that quality standards are maintained. Breeders and breed clubs were actually some of the first rescuers.

I would definitely advise not buying a dog from any backyard breeder, pet store, or classified ad like Craigslist. Responsible breeders do not sell their dogs to pet stores or on Craigslist. But if you want a certain breed of purebred dog, and want a puppy, you should never be made to feel like you’re doing something wrong. A good place to begin a search is at the AKC website. You can find breeder referrals, all kinds of breed information, articles, and advice. It should also be noted that the AKC has been the go-to resource for all things dog since 1884.

20. Dog is man’s best friend.

Fact: You bet he his. It turns out that the research is in. Studies have shown that oxytocin, also known as the bonding hormone, is not only at work in us humans, but it has its effects on Fido as well. Just as a mother looks into her newborn infant’s eyes and bonds, that same hormonal response has been documented to happen between dog parent and dog. According to sciencemag.org, canine cognition expert Brian Hare of Duke University said:

“It’s an incredible finding that suggests that dogs have hijacked the human bonding system.”

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Thoughts While Watching PLL “Game On, Charles”

1) Sara fucking Harvey.

2) Common sense dictates that if the generator shuts down for three minutes…the electric fence probably would, too. Did they not think to check that?

3) Or…maybe they could have tried digging out?

4) Emily: “She’s not Jenna.” Hanna: “Yeah, she can’t hear us. She’s blind.”

5) Emily would be the one sitting out in the rain while the others huddled under a jacket. Such a Canadian. But she looks like a puppy left out in the rain though.

6) Epic “what the hell did we drink last night?” moment. The Hangover: Part 45.

7) They are so thirsty they’d drink pee and lick sweat off a jockstrap. I don’t know whether to laugh or feel bad for them.

8) Aww, Aria went back down into the dungeon holding Mona’s arm. They’ve come a long way.

9) I have made a horrible mistake watching this late at night. I need a teddy bear to hold.

10) I don’t even recognize this show anymore. I’m terrified.

11) Caleb and Ezra looked pissed as shit. Ain’t no one can hurt their girls and get away with it.

12) Ali: “My friends have always been my rock.” Me: “I’m not crying. Shut up. You’re crying.”

13) Tanner: “Your daughter will have police protection 24 hours a day.” Me: “I give it like 5 minutes before they fuck this up.”

14) Oh, look, they shoved Ali alone into a closet. They get more idiotic every second.

15) I love seeing Ali working with Caleb and Ezra.

16) Man, I really miss the days where “A” was just leaving bitchy notes.

17) “A” basically threw Mona in the SHU.

18) The attack Chihuahua is mad. Aria gonna cut a bitch for what “A” is putting their families through.

19) Spencer and Emily looking at each other like worried moms when Aria lost her shit and was yelling at the camera and they just grab her to stop her tantrum.

20) “A” has a soul. Let’s set it on fire. Sure, I see no way in which that can go wrong.

21) I understand now why Sasha loathes that yellow top.

22) The girls: *sets fire in a place from which there is no escape* Smooth move, X-lax.

23) Caleb, Ezra, and Ali solved what the police couldn’t.

24) But…where is the electric fence that kept the girls in?

25) Who cares? ALL MY SHIPS ARE REUNITED!! Ezria, Haleb, Spoby, and Emison.

[rosalindmosis]

Jane Foster Week - Day 5 - RESPECT

This is a stretch on the theme but screw it. This also features the dog from AA because HE’S SO PERFECT.

It was one of her better days, she felt well enough to sit up and write her blog. She was wrapped in a thick blanket, wearing sweats, a dinosaur t-shirt and hoodie whilst Albie, a small rather wheezy rescue chihuahua-terrier mix was with to her under her desk whilst she typed. She loved everything about this dumb little puppy, from his huge vacant eyes, set way too far apart, to his nervous little yap. His only flaw, apart from snoring, flatulence and incontinence, sometimes all at once, was that he couldn’t bring her coffee.

‘Hey, I’ve been thinking…’ Darcy began, setting another mug by her laptop.

‘What about?’

‘Well… shouldn’t you start, y’know, telling people about the whole… cancer thing?’ Darcy took her own coffee and took a sip ‘I know you don’t want to know what people are saying on social media, but they are wondering why you’ve been… absent lately.’

Jane sighed ‘I don’t need pity.’

‘Well, don’t you think people are going to notice? It’s not exactly something you can hide for long. People are going to fill in the gaps.’

Jane just shrugged and brought her sentence to an end ‘People might also think I’m doing it for attention.’

Darcy almost choked ‘Are you high right now?’

‘God I wish…’

‘C’mon boss, this is serious,’ Darcy pulled up a chair ‘I mean you are doing it for attention- but that attention will do you good.’

‘Will it though?’ Jane turned to her ‘I’d rather just… get on with my work, no attention, no speculation-’

‘But you’re getting that regardless!’ Darcy insisted ‘You might as well set some people strai-’

‘Set who straight?’ Jane glared at her ‘What’s going on?’

Darcy looked nervous ‘Um… there’s a uh… a lot of chatter and talk… that you’re basically hiding away after Thor…’

Jane rolled her eyes ‘Well they can eat a line of dicks.’

‘I would normally say that too,’ Darcy bit her lip and ploughed on as Jane’s expression got more and more thunderous.

‘Um, I’ve been talking to my friend with the lecture circuit and he’s overheard someone say they’re a bit reluctant to get you back if you’re all reclusive and stuff and please stop looking at me like that.’

Jane gently dislodged Albie and stood up ‘Right.’

‘Okay, stop-’ Darcy stood in front of her, chest forward, standing in her way ‘let’s think about this. Let’s approach it with calm-’

‘You approach it with calm!’

‘Jane!’

She stopped, breathing hard and tried to focus on Darcy through the pounding in her ears.

‘I have an idea,’ Darcy told her, hands on her shoulders ‘you might not like it, but I think it’ll help. Feel free to say no.’

Jane listened, taking a deep breath and letting it out.

‘On one condition,’ Jane told her.

‘What’s that?’

‘Albie sits with me.’

‘Honestly that’s only going to make things way better.’

Phone calls were made.

The video came online the next day.

‘Hi everyone, it’s Jane and… I have a little… confession? No, I’m not guilty… um, announcement? I don’t know what to call it really… Some of you have been wondering where I’ve been for a while, or not wondering, why my blog has slowed down and I’ve not been doing my podcast lately… um… As you can see, I’ve not been feeling all that greatly.’

Albie stirred on her lap, nuzzling her side and whining. She’d upgraded to her favourite galaxy shirt, chunky knit cardigan, jeans and a new headscarf decorated with planets. She’d forgone the make-up, much to her annoyance, since Darcy pointed out people needed to see she was sick.

‘About six months ago, I was diagnosed with Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma, which is a type of blood cancer. After a biopsy and an unsuccessful set of clinical trials, I’ve been receiving chemo ever since and it’s… well, kicking my ass. Not going to lie. I’ve not felt much like doing anything lately, I’m tired… I’m sick and… well, I’m not great. At all. I’m still more likely to recover, so I’m definitely not dying yet, just thought I’d throw that out there. I am lucky to receive the love and support of my friends, and this poor puppy, but I’m… scared as hell, some of you may be aware- my Dad died of cancer and… I was always afraid it’d catch up to me one day and, well, here it is.’

She picked Albie up and cuddled him close.

‘I’ve made this video because I think… I think it’s important people know what is going on and because I desperately want to get back to work, to doing what I love doing, but I need time… God I hate being sick, I hate having to just sit back and wait and rest, I want to just leave my house and go to all the conferences and research trips I used to do but now… I want to, hah, I want to kick this cancer’s ass, but being a tiny fragile mortal… human science is my best weapon. So I’m just going to carry on as best I can.’

She blew out a breath.

‘I don’t want pity… although, good wishes and the like are super welcome, I want to keep going, so I’ll be back to doing my podcast as soon as I can and, with any luck, I’ll be well enough to make this year’s Geneva conference, if not in body then at least in face and starting next month, exact date’s still a bit up in the air, I’ll be going live on my Youtube channel and talking about a few pertinent subjects in science, particularly astronomy and astrophysics, and if you really want to know, I’ll be giving you updates on my treatment as well. So… with all that out of the way, I guess… see you on the next one! Bye!’

She waved one of Albie’s paws for good measure and the video cut off there.

‘I’ve uploaded a few photos of you in treatment as well,’ Darcy reported as Jane got up and carried Albie to the kitchen ‘you… sure about that?’

‘Well, they might as well see,’ Jane shrugged ‘I mean, there’ll be nutjobs who still think I’m faking it for attention, but at least this way I can make a show of not giving a rat’s ass.’

Darcy hugged her, out of the blue, and kissed her on the cheek.

‘I’m sorry, I know I suggested this and… I know you didn’t want to do this...’ she trailed off.

Jane smiled sadly ‘My personal life was down the swanny the minute I started dating Thor. It was only going to get worse after I broke up with him… if I have to gain enough respect to work by showing everyone I have freakin’ cancer then… then that’s what I have to do.’

‘You think people are going to make the connection?’

‘Probably, but… whatever, they can think what they like. I know I did the right thing.’

Darcy tried to smile back ‘You think he’ll get over it?’

‘I think so, especially if he ever gets back and see how I look now.’

‘I’ll tazer him into a coma if he says anything.’

‘No need…. I think… I think something’s happened to him.’

Darcy frowned ‘What makes you think that?’

‘I’m very sick and, well, even after I broke up with him, he’d still come back and see me, he’s not that bitter…. Well, I think so anyway.’

Darcy watched her ‘And… how do you feel about that?’

Jane shrugged ‘I don’t know. I’m… scared for him, but at the same time… what can I do?’

Darcy cupped her cheek ‘I know it pains you to say that.’

‘Thanks, but… it’s true. Right?’

Jane founder herself curled up on a bench outside on her balcony, holding her stupid dog and fighting the urge to check social media. She didn’t need to see the reactions, that was Darcy’s job. Her job was the same as it ever was. She left her phone in the kitchen and just finished a few blog posts in advance.

‘Next week’s talk on… oh God you’re going to try and make me say it… Subyamana… God I sound so white...’

‘Subrahmanyan Chandrasekhar,’ Jane supplied.

‘That’s him, yeah, Dr Goh and Dr Chari- are okay to do a hang-out on that day at that time and I’ll edit it when you’re done.’

‘Cool… anything else?’

Darcy said nothing at first, but just stood next to her ‘There’s a lot of flowers arriving, requests for interviews and, like, a tsunami of well wishes. Also a lot of people want Albie to have an instagram account like, yesterday.’

‘He doesn’t do anything.’

‘That’s literally not the point,’ Darcy sighed ‘so… no regrets?’

‘Nope. Not yet.’

Darcy nodded ‘Good because I’d have to take the heat on this one if it backfired.’

‘There’s still time.’

Darcy snorted ‘Love you.’

‘Love you too…. And… thank you.’

Darcy posed ‘No problem. Just name a planet after me or something. That’s all I ask.’

‘I’m working on it.’

Darcy’s phone blipped ‘Oh, this one’s… interesting… back in a mo.’

Jane gave Albie a kiss and contemplated the future.

It might be very short, but… it was going to be interesting.

[melohax]

Tagged for 91 questions (holy shit)

@megatrashlord101 tagged me so lessgo. Also do forgive all the father-hatred in this, I’m in a pissier mood than usual today 😬

Rules: Answer 91 statements and tag 20 people. -Last- 1. Drink: Diet Coke 🤢 2. Phone call: My cardiologist. 3. Text message: Sent a photo of my dog looking dumb to one of my friends. 4. Song: Roundtable Rival (that girl is so talented) 5. Time you cried: This past summer. I was really worried over one of my foster dogs but thank god she’s fine now and has finally been adopted.

-Have You- 6. Dated someone twice: Sortaa. More like break up and get back together sprt of thing. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Yeah 🙄 8. Been cheated on: Non. 9. Lost someone special: Yup, we all do eventually. 10. Been depressed: Aren’t we all, lol 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nah.

-List 4 FAVORITE COLOURS- 12. Purple purplpurplepurplepurplep 13. Turquoise 14. Indigo 15. Pink

-IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU- 16. Made new friends: Yes.

17. Fallen out of love: Oh shit, kinda

18. Laughed until you cried: Yessss

19. Found someone was talking about you: No one that matters to me so I don’t really care.

20. Met someone, who changed you: Actually, yeah.

21. Found out who your friends are: I’ve always known who they are. They’ve all been the best friends I could ask for for over a decade so thankfully that hasn’t changed and doesn’t seem like it will anytime soon. 🙌

22. Kissed someone on your facebook list: Don’t have facebook atm.

-GENERAL- 23. How many facebook friends do you know in real life: Don’t have facebook atm.

24. Do you have any pets?: Two dogs, a rescued lab mix and a deaf chihuahua. I volunteer at various animal shelters and I foster dogs as well. 🐶

25. Do you want to change your name? Nah.

26. What did you do for your last birthday: I was elbows deep in dog shit cus I was fostering a sick Husky puppy. Thank fuck one of my friends was there to help me deal with that, I owe him my life jfc.

28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching Game Grumps vids.

29. Name something you can’t wait for: For my father to either fuck off somewhere far away or for him to finally kick the bucket. He went from once being a great man to now being an unforgivably stupid man in his 50’s.

30. When was the last time you saw your mum: 5 minutes ago.

31. What is the one thing you wish you could change in your life: My shitty health, turns out I have a weird heart problem now. Also my father. Every day I wish he was gone.

32. What are you listening to right now: The rain outside my window.

33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I think? 🤷🏻‍♀️

34. Something that is getting on your nerves: My father. He’d best drop his white guy midlife crisis bullshit soon if he doesnt want everyone to leave him.

35. Most visted website: Reddit and The Nexus.

-MORE QUESTION- 36. Mole/s: Like beauty marks? Small one under my left eye.

37. Marks: What kind of marks does this mean tho

38. Childhood dream: I wanted to be either an astronaut or marine biologist.

39. Hair colour: Purple.

40. Long or short: Very long. I want it longer though, almost down to mid thigh would be really cool.

41. Do you have crush on someone: No. Romance is fun in fiction but a pain in the ass in real life.

42. What do you like about yourself: My nose and my waist. My figure in general.

43. Piercings: Sadly no. I’m allergic to practically every metal ever.

44. Blood type: O +, plebeian blood.

45. Nicknames: Melo

46. Relationship status: Single

47. Zodiac: Leo

48. Pronouns: She/Her

49. Favourite Tv Show: Scrubs, I think.

50. Tattoos: None.

51. Right or left hand: Left.

52. Surgery: Gotten surgery for my shitty ovaries.

53. Hair dyed a differtn colour: My hair is purple with a blue ombre.

54. Sport: Jesus no hahahaha

55. Vacation: Like my last vacation or something? My last vacation was in Amsterdam.

56. Pair of trainers: Sneakers? Yeah I have a few pairs.

-More- 57. Eating: I really love burgers. I’d eat a burger everyday if it wasn’t so unhealthy.

58. Drinking: I hate the blandness of water but I’m trying to drink more of it for my health. I love Horchata and fruit smoothies.

59. Dream last night: Gunshots and having to hide from something.

60. Want: My heart to beat normally. To never have to see my father again.

61.I’m about to: Go to the cardiologist at 4 pm.

62.Waiting for: 4pm.

63.Lips or eyes: Both?

64.Get married: Ugh no.

65.Career: I have a cosmetology degree and already work as a makeup artist. I might be more suited for animal care, though, not entirely sure yet.

66.Hugs or kisses: Hugs.

67.Shorter or taller: I wanna be tall enough to punch my father in the face without having to hop up and down lol.

68.Older or younger: ????

69.Nice arms or nice stomach: Is this askinng what I want or what I have??

70.Sensitive or loud: ?????

71. Hook up or relationship: Hook up.

72.Troublemaker or hesitant: Troublemaker.

73.Kissed a stanger: Yeah.

74.Drank hard liquor: Yeah but I don’t really like the taste so I almost never do.

75.Lost glasses/contacts: No.

76.Turned somebody down: Yeah.

77. Broken somebody’s heart: Yeah but not on purpose.

78.Had your heart broken: Once. Never again, though.

79.Been arrested: No.

80.Cried when somebody died: Yeah.

81: Fallen for a friend: Yup.

-Do you believe in-

82.Yourself: Depends on the situation at hand and what I’m supposed to do.

83.Miiracles: LOL no

84. Love at first sight: Lmao no

85.Santa Claus: No

86.Kiss on the first date: Why is this even here. Whats wrong with kissing on a first date? If thats what you wanna do, go for it.

87.Angels: I’m not religious or a spiritual kind of person tbh.

88. Magic in a young girl’s heart: I think this shit only exists in shoujo anime.

-Others- 89.Current best friend’s name: Aimée 90. Eye colour: Brown. 91. Favorite movie: Pan’s labyrinth

I don’t really know who to tag but anyone who wants to do this thing, go ahead and tag me in it, I’ll read it

[haebane]

dream journal

its a lot of them med withdrawal fever dream kind of my dreams are actually this long and this detailed and honestly w/ no sapiosexual tone to them i feel like my dreams like this are better and more valuable experiences than being awake

they overlap its confusing

1. i was outside at night walking around my yard and i walked by the garage and the door opens by itself and i was like right about to have to go in front of the door to go back inside, i thought there was someone in there going to shoot at me but when i was running and looked back there was no one there and later someone said it was the ghost

2. me and my sister were walking on this sidewalk like looking at shrubs and like flowers and stuff and i was a LOT younger like toddler age and i was like havin a nice time and then my sister notices something and grabs my arm and starts running with me and this redneck comes out of the bushes shooting at us with this cylinder thing, it’s not gun shaped its like flashlight shaped and he’s shooting at us and he’s saying “its the best i’ve ever had!! its the best i’ve ever had!! its the best i’ve ever had!!!”

3. there was this pool party at my house and there was SO MANY PEOPLE at my pool like completely trashing everything and im there with my irl friend and the pool’s surface is just covered with garbage and like bugs and we get in but there’s this gigantic spiral seashell so big like you’d need 2 hands to hold it and i was like thats gotta be a snail so lets go inside, its right by the stairs so i have to go past it and there’s this rotten hermit crab like oozing out of it and gigantic millipedes and shit. anyway we go back up to the house but there’s this very small hole in the ground, like u could probably put your foot into it but it’s like 10 feet down and my friend notices it and she’s like “so that isn’t good right?” and i look at it and i say “uh nope?” and we realize it connects to the garage like this weird garage i don’t actually have irl combined with like the real one, we go in there and there’s this cage full of 4 or 5 puppies who look starved and one of them has like squeezed out of the cage and died and its like horrific and it’s really dark in there and so it takes a minute to realize there’s a full size wolf in the back watching us while we look at her pups (they were like chihuahuas but in the dream it made perfect sense that was the mom) and we try to run away but she runs after us and eventually this melts into the next dream

4. we’re still running from the wolf, we wind up at this strange school that’s like the one i was in a few dreams ago when i had to get put in this run down special ed school combined with this career center place, the floor was made of straw and the wolf was breaking through the walls of the classrooms while we were trying to run away, eventually we lose the wolf and one of the teachers says like that we need to get back to class and i guess we just end up like “oh yeah its back to school season let’s go” and i wind up in this study hall class and i get really confused somehow and i go up to the teacher actually and say like “i don’t know what i’m supposed to be doing here, i’m not doing the right thing here, i don’t think i can stay here” etc and hes like no sit down and i have this like blackberry phone trying to text my mom to come get me because i feel really bad and don’t have a school schedule or supplies or anything and i was like very urgent feeling of “i’m not supposed to be here” and somehow between class change i just elbow the wall of the school and it breaks and i go outside, i’m near the saturday market but it’s filthier, rusted up like with train tracks going through it with railroad spikes everywhere, i don’t know if my friend came with me or not but i start looking around. there’s this vendor that i recognize from another dream, with a lot of bootleg tshirts and consoles and pokemon plush and somehow or another i disorganized something or walked too far away from her table holding something i was gonna buy but like went to look at the rest of her stuff? and she got mad and i started crying and i said im so sorry im so sorry and like crying and stuff and i gave her every dollar i had (like 200 dollars) and like really started flipping out like “i cant give you the shirt off my back but i can give you these” and i take off my 98 cent walmart flipflops and give them to her and walk the rest of this rusted asphalt 115 degrees broken nails and glass walk the rest of the market. i walked it twice and came back to her table and she had forgotten all about me and she had a famicom game i really wanted and i asked her if i could trade it for the money i gave her before or maybe part of my shirt if i just cut off the sleeves and gave it to her or something and she was like “yea sure idc” but then i was like no. that would be wrong then i left asndklas idk where this fits in but eventually there was this strange indoor building full of musty dusty dresses and mirrors and the air conditioning is on somehow in there and i was choking from the dust so i could breathe in there

uhhh this doesnt fit in either but its maybe the best part of the dream was that it took me a while to find the “market” near the school so i followed the railroad tracks trying to get home and there was this person (like several along the way but i remember this one best) he was in this spongebob costume that was too big and just made out of cotton and he was like going all over the tracks like rolling and like heaving on the tracks and he had this microsoft sam voice saying the spongebob theme really boredly and i thought he would like come after me so i went walking WAY off track like into this sharp gravel shit

[dakotahiggins-blog1]

Having visited for the first time as a high schooler at the ripe age of 17, I can confidently say that I experienced Cabo before Cabo experienced its boom. Well over a decade later, the place looks completely different to my eyes.

When the first hotel, Palmilla, opened in 1956 essentially as a sports club, Cabo San Lucas and its older brother San Jose del Cabo (combined to make Los Cabos) made up a quiet beach paradise…and then Jack Nicklaus came in the 60s for his go-to golf vacays. As time went on, the sleepy fishing village kept bringing in hotel rooms and groomed golf courses. Cut to 2019. The secret was out.

Luxury hotels are definitely keeping up with population growth, and nothing pairs better with a jacuzzi suite than a world-class golf game and a side of guac. I was keen on participating in this renaissance.

Esperanza Resort

Last week I checked into a hotel I’ve heard about many times. Esperanza Resort from the Auberge collection had me at HELLO HOLA HI HEY HOW YA DOIN? Sorry for the caps, but emphasis was necessary. Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name and they’re always glad you came. Esperanza should probs be featured in the Cheers opening credits because it’s exactly that way. “Hola Ms. Murphy! Como estás Mr. Murphy?!” It’s funny because Alex is so often referred to as Mr. Murphy during our travels. I think he’s totally fine with it The many highlights included…

Cocina del Mar

I’m not sure I’ve ever dined at a more beautiful/romantic setting. Maybe so, but it’d take a while to think about and wonder if it truly competed with a setting perched atop cliffs overlooking Esperanza’s two private beaches as waves crash below. The entire resort blends well with the surroundings, almost like it arrived with the land itself. So much soul, so much nature, so much LET ME LIVE HERE PLEASE.

I digress. Order the ravioli and banana soufflé. My mouth is watering just thinking back on it…

Playa Paraiso

This seaside experience centered around a colorful cabana, food, and relaxation nestled in the resort’s private beach where each palapa features a day bed, playful swing, a speaker and private butler service (shoutout Roberto!). We began the day with a yoga class followed by breakfast and then an I’m-really-full-need-to-lounge session. Life was really good in that palapa.

Palapa Room

Room 54 was a masterpiece. Not only designed beautifully with beachy vibes and relaxing hues, but the room came with a massive terrace and jacuzzi AND puppies. Yes, puppies. One blissful afternoon I puppysat Ricky and Rosa, long-haired Chihuahuas from central Mexico who will be the cutest hotel mascot ever created. If you can beat that hotel amenity, let me know. I’ll wait.

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Chileno Bay Resort

I have to be honest. While change is healthy, change is challenging. I did not want to leave Esperanza Resort. I could birth my babies, live out a wonderful life and retire here. I drove up to Chileno Bay for check-in still holding onto this hope. (I was in denial.) I didn’t want to like Chileno Bay. It was a contemporary take on the classic Baja escape with an airy, open aesthetic that blurs the line between indoor and outdoor. Terrible, right? A red cart named “Tony” met us at check-in and gave us a Corona. Okay Tony with the beers. I see you. Chileno Bay was brand spankin’ new with beautiful young palm trees and pops of color and relaxing sounds coming from the pool area. Sounds horrific, right? The room had two showers and a bathtub decked in blue tile alongside an outdoor jacuzzi. So many bodies of water, so little time. The hydrotherapy kicked in and I realized I’d become obsessed with my new home. I think I’m gunna like it here…

Spa

I was told the 7,500-square-foot spa had a healing “ritual” I needed to partake in. Twist my arm, I did just that. The salt room, steam room, ice bath and reflexology pool were quite the highlight indeed alongside the massage and facial I experienced.

Food

The standout of Cabo was hands down the cuisine. I ate WELL and thus, gained 5 pounds, maybe six. Who knows? I don’t believe in scales. The only thing I’m sure about is this: The Auberge chefs are extremely talented and the creativity that went into meal settings was next level. One night we were eating at a spa after a 90-minute massage and then next on a cliff overlooking the sea at Mirador Point. Order the chicken. Don’t ask questions, just DO IT. And then follow up with churros.

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Fitness

I work out so that I can eat well and eat a lot. My relationship with fitness actually goes far deeper than that, but I want everyone to know that you don’t have to skip out on all the local yumminess when traveling. Eat the churro(s). Have the margarita. Just move the next day Your body will appreciate you! Chileno Bay Resort & Residences offers group fitness classes like yoga, Zumba, beach bootcamp and AQUA SPIN where you literally spin on a bike in the water. I KNOW. The only resistance is the water (yay low impact!), and I wish I could do this exercise daily.

Beach

The most desirable beach in Los Cabos resides here, known for its tranquil, swimmable waters and coral reefs where a short venture out to sea unveils an underwater world of tropical fish and sea turtles! With that being said, this beach is not private like Esperanza’s beach (which is rockier). Pros and cons but both beautiful in their own way!

They say third times a charm, and my third trip to Cabo was exactly that. For once, I let a lot of the craziness that I typically do take a backseat. Instead of a jam packed itinerary, I allowed myself to actually lounge and enjoy the scenery as I’ve experienced this town to epic proportions in the past. Cabo was where I was certified to scuba dive. I’ve been whale watching on a boat trip (totally recommend), and a visit to downtown Cabo requires a stop at The Office for margs and Ediths for everything else. Flora Farms is crazy beautiful, almost like Pinterest threw up in the desert of Cabo. I’ve never been one to plan out my wedding, but I left here thinking I could do the damn thing on these grounds.

I adore Cabo and the people in it. To Euanice, Mario Lopez, Lizabeth, Caesar, Javier, Yanni, Marc Rodriguez, Roberto, Miguel, Antonio, Francisco, Raúl, Saira, and Juliana: mil gracias por todo.

This little paradise has overcome hurricanes and tropical storms and cartel violence. 2018 saw a record 2.6 million visitors. I commend its perseverance. While I’d say it’s predictable because you know what you’re going to get…you know what you’re going to get! Lots of people like this and I, too, enjoy the certainty at times – no surprises, lots of sunshine, tequila in abundance and a 2 hour flight from LA. What’s not to love?!

All imagery by Alex Kavanagh, DRONEGEAR Productions

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Request: Hiya:) can I request a Johnny fluff where he gets his first tattoo as his birthday gift. And you start teasing him because he was whining about how much it hurts? Please Thank you 😊✨

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Another day another dollar was the motto of Seoul tattoos, a hidden gem among the Gangnam area. You started working there at the age of 18 starting off at a decent wage, but quickly working your way up through the ranks and landing yourself in the top five tattoo artist in your area.

The shop you worked in wasn’t very big, only having room for about 7 artists in total. Not a ton of availability, especially for you. Yes being in the top five was an incredible achievement, especially with you only being a couple of ears into the business, but it came with the not so great perks. Being booked months upon months in advance, sketching designs non-stop for customers day in and day out, waking up at the ass crack of dawn to finish a sketch, buying tons of erasers, pencils, paper, and markers because of how many of each you’ve gone through. It was exhausting in a way, but it was all worth it because of the immense satisfaction you got when the colors were blended and lines were smooth pulling together the design and the customers smile and words “I love it” were what made it all worth it.

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“Hey y/n how are you? Long morning?” Your coworker and good friend josh greeted you as he came in for his afternoon clients. Josh wasn’t your typical tattoo artist guy. Sure he was over six foot and had plenty of tattoos visible that gave him the majority over your own tattoos, but beneath the ‘tough’ exterior was a literal puppy. He looks intimidating, but equals like a little girl when he’s scared and 'secretly’ loves cats and chihuahuas. In a summary he’s a huge fluff ball and softy.

“Good afternoon josh it’s been going well thanks for asking. Had three clients just this morning and I got one more this afternoon before I get to go home and relax.” You replied flashing him a quick million watt smile before glancing back down at the sketch pad of your nearly complete design.

“I thought you had that done weeks ago. You k ow when he scheduled it?” Josh peered over your shoulder to glance at the magnificent sketch you had created for your afternoon client.

You shrugged. “I thought so too. But you know me always not satisfied. I’m just adding a few more details to really tie it together you know?”

“Yeah I know miss precision.” He folder his eyes before sauntering off into the employee room.

You heard the distinct crinkle of your bag of snacks from the employee room.

“Josh dont you even think about it!” You shouted as his head popped out form the doorway and a pot already adorning his lips.

“Aww please y/n? I just want one snack!” He whined loudly causing you to roll your eyes at his dramatic facade.

“Fine! But just one bag I’m saving those for tomorrow!”

A squeal left his lips as he proceeded to rip the bag open and steal a small bag of chips before prancing down the hall to his station.

You sighed at his weirdness before turning back to your sketch to add the last couple of pencil strokes.

You had just set your pencil down when the bell on the door dinged making you aware of the client now inside the parlor.

“I’ll be with you in a minute.” You announced before ducking behind your station to grab your client book. You popped back up, book in hand, and proceeded to walk toward the waiting area all while flipping through the book to your afternoon appointment. Your eyes scanned the page until the landed on that one name that was scheduled for 3 o'clock pm.

No. Way.

You blinked a few times at the name scribbled on your page, thinking you had misread it. You counted to three eyes closed and opened them and yup the name was still the same.

Sprawled out in neat handwriting was Johnny Seo aka your ex-boyfriend. You two hadn’t ended in bad terms per say. They just weren’t ideal terms. Long story short you had dated before his debut and when he did debut he was forced to break up with you and you haven’t talked since. To be accurate it’s been only a few months since the break up, but it was still fresh in your mind the way he had asked you to meet at your favorite cafe as a couple one evening. You could tell he was nervous as his hand were wrung together on the table and his eyes wouldn’t meet yours. You remember the way you placed your hand in top of his, trying to get his eyes to meet yours and when he finally did, you could tell something was gonna happen. He took a deep breath and told you straight up “Y/n we need to break up. Management thinks I would be more appealing if I was on the market.” The shock you felt was unbelievable. Your emotions just went numb as you released his hands as if the words he said were a force shoving you back. His eyes stared into yours in sorrow silence, waiting for you to say something. You stayed silent processing the information before standing up flashing a weak smile that said it’s okay as he tried To apologize and you turns and walked out of the cafe not looking back. Once you had gotten home the waterworks switch flipped as the realization of being in a relationship was gone, shattered to pieces like your heart.

Back to the present your head snapped up to see the same lovely smile adorning his lips as he looked back at you.

'Don’t smile at me.’ You thought. 'It’s only going to make me realize my feeling I still have for you.’

You cleared your throat, forcing the lump down and flashing a million dollar smile that could fool anyone. “Mr. Seo, 3 o'clock appointment?” You surprised even yourself with how strong your voice came out.

Johnny nodded his head in affirmation before you gestured for him to follow you back to your station.

You sat down in your artist chair before motioning for him to sit across from you in the client chair. “Okay Mr. Seo first tattoo in black and white, no filling, no color. Is that correct?”

Johnny nodded an affirmative again hoping you would just look up at him.

“Me. Seo I’m gonna need your ID and would. You like to pay now or later?” You busied yourself with grabbing the calculator for price and your other notebook full of transactions.

Johnny didn’t reply, he just stared at you. How did you the girl who was so bubbly and bright and absolutely hated formalities form into the girl you were now?

You waited for a response that wouldn’t come. You sighed as you mentally counted to three before looking up and seeing johnny’s intense stare directed at you. You two had a stare down until he finally broke the silence.

“What’s with the formalities? You never called me or anyone by their last name or surname before. What’s changed? Where’d my y/n go?” He whispered staring intently into your eyes not allowing you to look away and face the question head on.

“I’m in a work place Mr. Seo and I always use formalities with a client-”

“No you don’t. You’ve never used formalities with a client because you make them feel comfortable. So why are you using them now on me? We’re still friends y/n.” He cut you off.

You sighed knowing he wouldn’t let you continue until you called him by his real name and you wanted to be out of the parlor by 5.

“Johnny. Can we please just get to the tattoo-”

“Say it again.” He interrupted once agin.

You blinked owlishly at him. “What?”

“Say it again. Sag my name again.” He repeated.

“Johnny I don’t have time for this. I need your ID and form of pay please so I can start on your tattoo.” You turns to grab your notebook and when you spun back to face him a grin was adorning his features in the most adorable way. Without a word he grabbed his wallet handing you his card and ID watching as you scanned them before returning them to him. You went to return your notebook but felt a grip on your hand, soft but firm, hold you there.

A thumb caressed the back of your hand slowly as if he was transferring he feeling of your skin to his memory to cherish.

You slowly pulled your hand free from his grip and returned your supplies before grabbing the stencil and laying it on his arm, the place where he desired the design to be. You slipped York gloves on and filled the machine with black ink to start. You made sure the needle was working before taking a peek at Johnny’s face that was trying to be calm. You smiled lightly as he tried to act tough before laying a gently gloved covered hand in his arm.

“Johnny are you alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Why?”

“Well I haven’t even started and you are starting to look nervous. Are you sure you want to do this? You know it’s there forever.”

“Yeah I’m sure. Now or never right?”

You grinned at his facade before patting his arm and starting up the machine to start tattooing. You brought the needle closer to his arm before glancing up as his face seeing his eyes squeezed shut waiting for the unavoidable pain. You quickly reached behind you grabbing your blue stress ball and leaving it in his palm. His eyes opened at the feeling of a squishy object in his hand and he turns to you with a confused expression.

“It’s to help distract you from the pain. Squeeze as hard as you would like. I’m gonna start now alright?” You said watching as he nodded and rested his head back before inhaling and exhaling deeply to calm down.

With his affirmative you whirred up the machine and began to tattoo his desired design onto his skin.

~~~ “All done.” You announced as you took a cloth and began to wipe off the remaining ink and blood that wasn’t supposed to be there.

“It’s over?” Johnny questioned eyes opening.

You glanced up at his face and was surprised to see his eyes rimmed light red and the tears misting about. You took off your gloves and reached up to wipe at his eyes to clear the tears.

“It’s over. You made it through Johnny. How do you like it?” You asked as you grabbed a mirror to show him the finished design.

“Wow it’s incredible. Thank you y/n.” He gawked at the mirror hand hovering over the design.

You gently grabbed his hand and moved it away form the red skin before wrapping the tattoo and handing him instruction on what to do for the next week.

“Make sure you don’t get it wet for a few days then wash it after the third day. Put this cream on it afterwards and don’t put it in salt water. Come back if you have any problems okay?” You questioned ha ding him the bag of things he needs to ensure it healed properly.

He nodded and stood up. “I will. But what if I don’t understand what to do?”

“Then you can come back in or call one of us.” You replied wiping your hands on your jeans.

“So I can call you? You didn’t change horn number right?” He asked slyly.

You shook your head no a slight smile crawling onto your lips.

“Well then miss y/l/n how about some dinner then? I know I was your last appointment and I kept you longer than you should’ve stayed. Let me make it up to you.” He flashed his million watt smile at you that you couldn’t resist.

“What’s with the formalities Seo? I thought you didn’t like them?” You teased as he grinned at your playful tone before leaning down to your height.

“Thought I’d make it fair and use them in you. So how bout dinner? I’ll pay.” He held his arm out to you.

You rolled your eyes playfully before closing down your station and grabbing your purse before spinning back toward the awaiting male. You grinned mischievously before sauntering in his direction, walking past his form and out the door before turning slightly to see his gobsmacked expression.

“You coming or what? I’m starving Seo.” You teased slyly watching as he laughed before bounding after your form, linking arms and heading to dinner just like the old times.

~Nik