#i love that dog

[seokminfilm]

one for me, one for her | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluff, kissing, physical touch, whining, mentions of dogs, seokmin is a big baby in this, seokmin calls reader baby, reader uses honey (once) & seokmin's nicknames, goofy shenanigans, someone put silly seokmin down (jk let this man live)

"Baby, you won't believe what I got!" Seokmin comes into the kitchen in a rush, breathless and cold as he strips himself of his coat and scarf. His sharp nose is reddened from the cold, and his eyes are glossy from the tears that must have come from the sharp wind. A bag dangles from his arms, and you stare at it, curious.

"Honey, what is it?" You ask, letting the vegetables simmer as you turn around to a quick kiss from Seokmin. Most of the kiss misses most of your lips and grazes your face instead, which you laugh at before Seokmin pulls your attention back to the mystery bag.

"I was at the store, right?" Seokmin starts the story quickly, and you go to the cutting board, chopping up even more vegetables as you reply with an attentive sound.

"I was looking for the ingredients you wanted me to get, I really was! I had the list out and everything─" Seokmin places one of the bags beside you on the countertop, and you pat his shoulder, giving him a silent thanks as he smiles.

"But I came across this section of frames, and since I was browsing for some new ones, got these!" Seokmin whips out the case to show off, revealing a clear-framed pair that perfectly fits his simple grey top.

"Oh, they're so cute! They're gonna look great on you, Seok." You smile, and Seokmin puts them on, giving you a model view as you giggle at his playfulness. "Very chic."

Seokmin giggles like a cute child, and you smile at him, face falling just a bit as he pulls out a matching pair. "Why do you have an extra pair? I don't need any glasses," You ask, confused, and Seokmin's smile grows wider, glancing around the room as he calls for your dog.

"Pippi! Pippi, come here, girl," Seokmin whistles for the dog, and you sigh, crossing your arms as you look at the matching case in his hand.

"Is that for Pippi?" You ask confusedly, and Seokmin stares at you like you had just said one plus two equaled five before replying with a dry, "Yes, duh."

Seokmin had his moments─sometimes he was a bit too serious about lighthearted things and therefore had to have you lighten the mood and reassure him that it wasn't the end of the world. Other times, though, he would do ridiculous things like this.

Ridiculous things like buying your tiny dachshund a pair of clear glasses, like it would wake up, and choose to wear them daily.

"Seokkie." You say seriously, and Seokmin bristles at your tone, pouting as his eyes go wide. "What? You don't think it's cute?"

You're at a loss for words for Seokmin's unbelievable and stupidly adorable actions, and you just shake your head, sighing as you give him a smile. "No, no. I think it's adorable. Go find Pippi, and let her try them on."

Seokmin's confused, slightly hurt expression changes into one of pure joy, and you can't help but melt at his happy countenance, breaking into an even wider smile as he sprints into the living room, obviously on the hunt for the dog. "Pippi, come here, baby!"

After about twenty minutes of silence on Seokmin's end, you finally finish preparing dinner and setting the table, to which Seokmin comes back with the dog in his arms. She looks uncomfortable with the glasses on the tip of her extended nose, and Seokmin frowns, looking at Pippi with sad eyes.

"I don't think she likes it, baby. Look at her face." Seokmin's voice is pouty, and you sigh, scratching Pippi's back as she stiffly moves her head toward you, trying not to knock off the frames.

"She does look cute though," You try to encourage Seokmin to smile, and he does, smiling softly as he bumps the dog up and down in his arms. "She does."

"Now, maybe we should let her go and eat dinner. We can try to wrestle them on her after, okay?" You pat his shoulder, and he relinquishes the dog to the ground, letting her leave the pretty frames on the ground as she shuffles away.

"I think she looks so cute though. Hopefully, we can get her to like them." Seokmin takes your hand in his, and you bring your hand to his cheek, rubbing it softly as you smile.

"We can try. Even if she doesn't like it, I'll wear them for you." You promise, and Seokmin kisses your lips softly, very happy as he nods.

"I like that idea, baby."

[abirddogmoment]

air scenting for birds aka a bird dog moment

[inkyucu]

I love youuu

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You're the bbesstt5ghbc

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Here's a pic of my sister's dofg for good luck ❤️

Eclipse loves your sister's dog!!!

Moon... Moon's just being Moon.

[monocub]

me: idk if i have a fav character from reload there’s too many to count

my camera roll:

[dustbon]

Some kids’ stuff ´+ Gibbs aged up. It’s alright, we gave him an age-down treat :)

[v-anrouge]

ok. i pull up.

HOP OUT TO THE AFTER PARTY

[creekfiend]

what's my biggest pet peeve well it's when someone makes a text post on tumblr dot com in which they are trying to romanticize the notion of the livestock guardian dog but they don't know the distinction between a livestock guardian dog and a herding dog and also they've never met a livestock guardian dog and do not realize what their attitudes towards the sheep that they protect actually are

[meonlyred]

22 years later and the Crows are still cringing over Zevran. Truly the man of all time.

[happyheidi]

𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍

𝖨𝗀: 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾_𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍_

[puppydayy]

Intox kink go brrrr

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[nrmtenjoyer]

Jake is so real because if I had stretchy powers I'd be 100% doing stupid shit like this

[canisalbus]

✦ Siesta ✦

[satoruxx]

normally toji prides himself on being the perfect guard dog—not that he would ever tell you that. but you never have to worry about guys coming up to you when your hulking monster of a boyfriend remains at your side, continuously glaring down his nose at everyone he sees.

this usually works pretty well.

on adults.

but now, as you and him wait in line at the counter of the grocery store, he can only let out a huff of irritation as he watches the little brat in front of you both stare over his mother’s shoulder—big wide eyes locked on you.

at first you don’t really notice, too busy blabbering about something silly as you look around the store. but when you finally lock eyes with the child, you notice the way he seems to go shy, pressing his cheek deeper into his mom’s shoulder. his eyes flick away from your face for just a second, before timidly looking back. as soon as he does, you break into the sweetest, most giddy smile.

(toji would move mountains for a glimpse of that smile—and yet here this kid is just getting it without a shred of work.)

you tilt your head, raising a hand to gently wave at the boy, who flushes further under your attention, but lifts his cheek a little more. chubby fingers come up to meekly wave back, and you hold back a silent coo of affection, eyes filled with honey-like sweetness. with every little giggle and silly face you make at the boy, he seems to get more and more comfortable—toji watches you melt.

the unlucky little brat then quickly peeks at the giant man looming beside you, and toji can’t resist. his face pulls into a evil smile, teeth on full display as he wiggles his fingers sinisterly. the expression has its desired effect—the kid recoils, eyes going wide before burying his face into his mother’s neck. in a few minutes, the boy and his mom are heading out the store and you and toji start loading the groceries onto the belt.

“i saw that, you know?”

toji glances up, seeing your semi disapproving frown, and he cocks his head in faux innocence. “saw what?”

“you’re mean,” you shake your head, crossing your arms. “scaring little kids like that. quite literally the object of their nightmares.”

“ah, he’ll be alright,” toji grunts, taking the bags from the cashier in one hand and reaching for your palm with the other. “it’ll build his character.”

you snort. “he’ll have trauma.”

“like i said,” he grins, a canine display. “character.”

you roll your eyes as he tugs you out of the store—your grip on him unwilling to falter.

toji lives just like this, successful in scaring off any other person who considers giving you attention, whether that’s an adult or a little kid. and despite your exasperated complaints to at least lay off the children (they’re harmless), toji has known for a long time that he can be nothing but selfish when it comes to you.

so forgive him, if he quickly turns to this evil little tactic to scare away kids—it’s all he can really do. besides, it always works.

until now.

you’re sitting under a tree at a small park, working on some dumb assignment for one of your lectures. toji lays on his back next to you, arm draped over his eyes in a momentary respite from the normal danger of his life—eerily content.

the peace is broken by the rustling of tiny footsteps in the grass.

“here you go.”

toji pulls his arm away to peer at the owner of the voice. a boy stands there, hair tousled as he waits in front of you with his arm outstretched—in between his chubby fingers is a singular dandelion.

your eyes widen, cheeks splitting into a wide smile as you coo out your affection. “aw for me?”

the boy nods mutely, cheeks flushed as he thrusts the flower further into your view. you delicately pluck it from his hands, inhaling the fragrance with a grateful smile. “well thank you. it’s beautiful.”

he shyly kicks at a spot of grass, lips pulling up into a giddy smile under your sweet praise. “just like you,” he mumbles under his breath and you squeal softly, giggling at how adorable this kid truly is.

toji sits up before you can say anything else, lips pulled into a displeased frown as he crosses his bulky arms across his chest. “hey.” his voice comes out low and tense, even as he stares down his nose at the boy. “what are you doing?”

you turn to look at your boyfriend, at the exaggerated sneer that normally works wonders in scaring kids away, and you hold back an exasperated sigh. “toji—“

“who are you?” the boy frowns, sass appearing out of thin air as he looks toji up and down like he’s nothing but dirt under his colorful sneakers. you gape at him, eyes darting back and forth between the two as a smile threatens to make its way into your face. toji’s lips part in surprise, a tingle of heat crawling up his neck as he hears your hushed gasp of held back laughter.

“her boyfriend,” he grunts back, eyes narrowed in a way that’s oddly similar to the expression on the kid’s face.

“no way!” the boy huffs, pouting indignantly. his cheeks flush as he glares at toji—unfazed.

“uh, yes way.” toji realizes how petty he sounds, but he’s adamant—unwilling to stand down in anything that involves you.

the boy crosses his arms, mirroring toji’s pose. he rolls his eyes emphatically, lip curling as he sneers down his nose.

“isn’t she too pretty for you?” he asks bluntly. you smother another disbelieving gasp, and toji suddenly feels an unfamiliar thrill rush through his veins—this kid had guts.

“what do you know, brat?” there’s a smirk evident in toji’s voice now, and he uncrosses his arms to lean back on his palms, eyes shining with feral mirth.

“i have eyes,” the boy snaps back, putting both hands on his hips to appear more intimidating—it doesn’t work, he just looks cuter. “i can see her.”

“well quit it,” toji huffs in return. “not yours to look at.”

the kid narrows his eyes. “you’re mean!”

“and you’re nosy!”

“how am i nosy?”

“you’re comin’ over here and givin’ my girl flowers!”

“she deserves flowers!”

“of course she does! from me, you little brat!”

“you suck, old man!”

“what did you just call me?!”

a shout from across the park disrupts the heated bickering, and you all turn to see an older woman waving the boy over. he looks down at you, a sweet smile washing over his face as he tilts his head innocently. “that’s my mom. i have to go home now.”

“heh, sure thing. get home safe, okay?” you shoot toji an amused glance as you speak, and he sends a displeased glare back as he stubbornly crosses his arms again.

the boy nods, beaming at you. “okay! see you later!” he chirps. but just as he’s about to leave he turns back, eyes fixated on toji. “i hope your boyfriend learns how to be nice!”

and then he runs off.

you snort out another laugh, which only gets louder when you catch a glimpse of the way toji is practically sulking in the corner—scowling at the kid’s back with narrowed eyes.

the whole thing is so unbelievably endearing, and you can’t stop grinning as you pack up your things and stand up.

“let’s go home, toji.” you hold your palm out for him, and you’re rewarded with a pointed glance—he takes your hand anyway. even as you both exit the park, toji has an unamused pout on his face, glaring ahead.

you can’t resist.

“don’t tell me you actually feel threatened now,” you giggle, grabbing his bicep and pressing close. toji glances at you from the corner of his eyes, unamused—which only seems to make you laugh harder. “oh come on! he was so cute!”

“little brat,” he grumbles in return. “couldn’t take a hint.”

“you’re mad because the eight year old kid at the park didn’t want to believe you were my boyfriend?”

“the fuck do you think? of course i am. what do i look like if not your fucking boyfriend?”

you chortle, practically falling on him with the weight of your amusement. he sighs, disgruntled.

“it’s not funny, kid.” toji rolls his eyes at you—internally, he’s trying not to grin.

“it’s so funny, toji.” you straighten up, smiling at him with stars in your eyes. “you’re ridiculous and it’s so cute.”

he scoffs, giving you a sidelong glance before reaching up to tug at your cheek. “i’m definitely not the cute one.” he murmurs offhandedly before internally smirking at the way you seem to be caught off guard by his statement.

“whatever,” you mumble, holding his arm as you both continue walking home in relative silence. from the corner of your eye you can see toji’s expression as he mutely stares ahead, deep in thought. you decide not to disturb him, content on just feeling his warmth bleeding into your palm—always at your side.

toji replays the incident in his head multiple times as you head home. the bickering, the sass, and the unfiltered adoration that little brat seemed to have for you.

something clicks.

as you’re pushing open the door of your apartment, you hear toji quietly chuckle from behind you, and you turn to look at him over you shoulder. “what?”

he shakes his head slowly, eyes shut even as an uncharacteristically soft smile tugs at his lips. “just thinking…”

“about what?” you ask curiously.

toji grins at you, cocking his head fondly. “when we have a kid, i want the little brat to be just like that.”

[l3irdl3rain]

annual post telling people to stop slandering “kill shelters” as if they want to euthanize healthy animals. stop believing the evil kill shelter narrative and instead consider how bad it would be for the animals if we had no open intake shelters.