#like one was visibly a husky with healthy fur and clean

[david-box]

Watched Nosferatu. I liked the nods to the black and white silent film, and I'll commend them for making a very well made movie with nice choices in fabrics and styles for the western European characters (if only because they seem right enough in my amateur opinion, and I don't know enough about eastern European fashion at that era, but I did notice the foot wraps on the one guy and embroidered headdress on the old woman) and very well executing the concept of not only making the sexual subtext in dracula or versions et al but also really investigating what that would mean for a character but I did not really care about the plot until the last act. I feel like the pacing was a little weird and some scenes were not meant to be funny but fundamentally were. Not a huge fan of the extended shots of what's his face husband guy just, like, standing there. Some key scenes felt very stilted? Wrong word but like.... Everything was still. Like with husband guy and his boss at first it's just very... Stand In One Spot type of work. Or when what's her face was freaking out in act 3 at her husband and he was like. In the corner. Nothing against the actor - everyone acted their ass off in this and lily rose depp really shone tbh, but it was a weird choice. Also I expected more work with the rats. Good movie, won't watch again, couldn't stay engaged with the plot.

[getbacktoworknovice]

🐾Strays

[A modern day one shot about you finding and bringing a puppy home, something your roommate, Shay Cormac, isnt too crazy about at first. In this AU you’ve been roomies for three years~ ]

You loved the rain.

While others were more content to cower under their umbrellas, you always preferred to walk with your head tilted back, letting the drops fall onto your face and slide down your cheeks and nose. It felt wonderful.

When the weather channel announced there would be a series of rain-storms in your area all week you’d hit the ceiling you were so happy. While others found their joy in sunny days, these were the days you lived for. You loved it so much…

You had just finished your early morning shift at the restaurant and you were exhausted but thankful you didn’t live too far away. You had to walk as you couldn’t really afford a car but you didn’t mind. It was good for you and gave you some time to mull over what you had to do that day as well as what errands you had to run.

Your music was plugged into your ears as you walked down the sidewalk your head bobbing gently to the song playing on your phone. At first, you didn’t notice the movement in the alleyway. You preferred not to wander into those parts of the city but you stopped when you realized it was a dog.

A puppy to be more exact.

It was digging through an overturned trashcan, pawing at the remains of what looked to be an ice cream carton. The poor thing was skin and bones, its ribs clearly visible and you could see it was shivering. Cautiously you took a step into the alley, lowering yourself a bit so you wouldn’t scare it off.

Giving a soft whistle to get its attention the little puppies head jerked around to face you and to your disbelief you saw that one of his eyes was missing. It didnt look as if it had been torn out in a fight or anything, it just looked as if it had been born without one.

Perhaps the reason it was now digging in the garbage.

No one wanted a dog with one eye…but seeing the poor thing in its condition you felt your heart squeeze and in that moment YOU wanted it. Making your hand into a fist you gently eased it towards the puppy and it backed up a step.

“Shhh, its okay,” you assured it softly, creeping closer slightly. “I wont hurt you…boy?” You guessed as you couldn’t really tell from where you were. To your surprise the little puppy was only weary for a moment before it came over to you, sniffing the air about you curiously.

It was then you remembered the food in your backpack.

You were a waitress at a family owned restaurant and you got along well with everyone, including the cook (who always called you Sugar) and today he had given you some lasagna to take home. He used you as his guinea pig for new recipes sometimes and this new chicken lasagna was quite an experiment.

It looked like his guinea pig would have to be a puppy this time.

Sliding your backpack off your shoulders you reached in to pull out the plastic tub to which the little puppies ears perked up. Inching a little closer to meet the curious nose of the puppy you popped the lid off the container and offered it to him.

The tub hadn’t even hit the cement before the little thing began to chow down, its entire head in the bowl as it ate everything it could. You smiled and giggled when you saw its little tail wagging back and forth so fast you were surprised he didnt fly off.

When it had devoured every bit of lasagna and licked all traces from its lips it looked up at you with its one blue eye. The next thing you knew it was in your lap trying to lick your face. You laughed aloud and gave it a scratch behind the ears, finally able to see that it was in fact a boy and that he looked to be a husky mix of sorts.

He was white you could tell but all the caked on dirt and mud and God knows what else made him look gray and filthy but you knew underneath it all he was going to beautiful. Even if he wasn’t he had already won your heart.

The next thing you knew you were carrying him through the front door of the town-house you shared with your roommate. You didn’t know how he would take this but you certainly hoped it wasn’t bad. The first thing you were worried about right now however was getting this little puppy a bath.

Going into the bathroom you started up the water, plugging up the bathtub so the water could fill up. The puppy had struggled at first, not taking to the idea but once you got him in the tub he settled down, even seeming to enjoy getting all the mess out of his fur.

It took a good thirty minutes to get all the sticky patches, clumped dirt and grass stains out his fur but you had been right. He was pure white and even though you could see his bone structure poking through his skin he was still the cutest thing youd ever seen.

It was right then you realized you had no food for him.

Cursing to yourself as you finished drying him off you moved to grab up your tip money from your backpack. Shay was still asleep and there was NO way you were gonna ask him to dog-sit while you went to get food. So you did the only thing you could think of.

You left him in the bathroom.

You had no idea the puppy would start barking. Then howling. Then wake up Shay. Who proceeded to open the door wondering what the noise was and let the animal loose in the house. When you got home Shay was standing in the kitchen, leaned against the counter, arms crossed, with an extremely annoyed look on his face.

You bit your lip.

“So uh, I take it you met out little house guest?” You said trying to lighten the mood but the dark circles under his eyes only made his glare at you look angrier. Jerking his thumb behind him towards the bathroom door you could now hear the puppy scratching, trying to get out. “Why the hell is there a dog in our bathroom?” He asked eying the bag of dog food in your arms warily. “I found him earlier,” you said, placing the bag on the table. “Did you see how skinny he was, the poor thing needed me.” You insisted but Shays face remained impassive.

He worked long twelve hour shifts out on a fishing rig so when he got home all he wanted to do was sleep. Since you had interrupted his nine hour hibernation he was in a bit of a mood. You handt meant to disturb him but it seemed the damage was done and you rubbed the back of your head sheepishly.

“I’m really sorry Shay,” You apologized. “I didn’t even think about it when I left him here, I just wanted to help him.” You said feeling bad for waking him up. For not even thinking about him before you decided to do this.

Seeing you were sincere Shay gave a sigh and rubbed his head, his messy hair falling into his eyes. “Look, its fine just…take care of it will ya?” He asked giving you an almost pleading look as you could tell he just wanted to go back to bed. Nodding eagerly to assure him you put a gentle hand to his arm.

“I will, I promise, just go get some sleep okay?” you urged, moving to push him from the kitchen back towards the stairs that led to his bedroom. “Go on, get!” You teased with a smile and Shay gave you a very small one in return.

“Aye, fine, but keep it down.” He said before lumbering back up the stairs. Once you heard his door shut you gave a relieved sigh before startling a bit as the puppy began to howl again. Rushing to the bathroom you threw open the door only to be greeted by a complete mess with the puppy sitting in the middle of it his tail wagging.

Groaning internally at the unrolled toilet paper, the chewed on shower curtain and rug and (what you suspected to be) a small puddle of pee by the toilet you gave the puppy a stern look. “Look here mister, your gonna have to calm down,” You lectured as you went to pick him up. “Shay needs his sleep and you have a LOT to make up for.”

It took a little while but you finally got the puppy, who you named Cyclone, fed, cleaned up and comfortable. You had spent at least an hour getting all the dirt and mites out of his ears and had been making a mental list of things you were going to need for him.

Food and water dishes, de-wormer, ear mite medicine, a brush, something for him to chew on (as he seemed to be teething) and not to mention a trip to the vet. It was already starting to add up and you’d only had him a few hours.

As you sat on the couch with the puppy curled up beside you, you began to debate whether or not to make Found posters for him. True he was a little menace at times but he was still a puppy. He was going to be hyper for a time but you weren’t sure Shay would appreciate that. Especially when you had to be at work…

No, you couldn’t keep him. No matter how your heart was pained at the idea you knew you had to give him up. Shay already did so much for you, you weren’t about to complicate things by bringing a dog into it…

No matter how much you were already in love with him.

Xxx

You found it hard to concentrate at work the next day.

You already missed Cyclone so much. Even if you had only had him a day you felt there was a bond between the two of you and wished you didn’t have to give him up. But it was for the best. On your way home you gave a mournful look at the alleyway where you’d found him, hoping and praying he would find a good home.

The vets at the humane society were amazing so you knew he would get the best care and up to a healthy weight before they put him up for adoption which was good. You wanted the person who adopted him to see him as the beautiful animal that you loved. That you could see even under all the dirt and the one eye…

To your surprise, Shay was awake when you got home, leaning against the counter as he ate a bowl of ice cream. Ah, this meant his week off had started. You hadnt realized it was already that time of month.

“Hey you.” He said as you came in and sat your backpack on the table. Sitting down with a sigh you nodded your head to him. “Hey Shay, how was your night?” You asked pulling out your apron so you could count your tip money.

“Good, cant ya tell?” He teased as he came over to watch you go about your business. “I’m pigging out on rocky road.” With his think Irish accent, some things Shay said struck you as funny. For some reason that just made you laugh.

“I see that, you gonna share?” You asked teasingly and he looked to you as if that was the most offensive question he’d ever heard before breaking into a grin. “I cannae believe you would ask such a thing!” He chuckled before he dug his spoon into the soft sweet and offered it to you.

The two of you were like brother and sister, when he did things like this it didn’t make you blush or go “ew” you simply smiled and took it. Taking the bite he offered and giving a delighted hum at the taste. “Mmn it tastes like an Irishman!” You teased and he laughed aloud.

“Ya tasted that too didja?” He teased as he took his spoon back to continue eating. “By the way, I wanted to tell ya ya got that dog really well trained, I haven’t heard him all mornin’.” He said as he finished off his ice cream and went to wash his bowl.

“Well, that’s because he isnt here.” You tried not to sound too depressed when you said this. You knew it was for the best. Wiping his hands on a towel Shay turned to look at you curiously. “Eh? What do you mean he isnt here?” He said cocking his brow in confusion. “He didnt die did he?” He asked suddenly as he had seen how bad in shape the puppy had been.

Giving a bit of a chuckle you shook your head. “No, no he’s fine. I just…c'mon Shay I couldn’t keep him.” You admitted, finally saying it out loud. “Our sleeping schedules are just too different and it was totally selfish of me to expect you to be okay with that.” You said putting your tip money in your pocket as you had finished counting it.

“I know it would be hard too because of his still being a puppy and he’ll howl and chew on stuff and stress you out and…I dont wanna do that.” You said getting up from the table with your backpack. “You do too much for me already Shay, I’m not gonna ask you to sacrifice your sleep as well.” You said giving him a good natured punch on the arm. “I mean c'mon we both know you need that.” You said, and even managed a chuckle.

Shay looked surprised and gave a bit of a smile as you walked away. “You know, this is incredibly mature of you.” He teased and you rolled your eyes as you made your way to your room. “Eat it ya leprechaun.” you teased as you always did when he would say such things.

“Love you too!” he called.

Xxx

You didnt know why but it became a habit when you passed that alleyway.

To poke your head in.

Even after two months you still missed Cyclone. You wondered if anyone had adopted him yet. A family maybe? Or a single person in need of a companion? You prayed it wasnt someone who would abuse him. You wondered if they had kept the name Cyclone. You thought it was cute, unique even. You hoped they kept it.

Maybe at least that part of you would stay with him.

Having picked up an all day shift today however you were exhausted and when you got home all you wanted was to sleep. Now you knew how Shay felt. You had no idea how he did it three weeks in a row. When you opened the door to the townhouse you immediately knew something was up.

Shay was awake.

Considering his week off had ended last week you wondered why he wasn’t in bed. You looked at him curiously as you set your bag on the table. “Whats up?” You asked as you came into the living room to stand in front of him. He looked up at you with a hidden smile. “Nothin’. Whats up with you?” He replied teasingly and you shook your head.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? You’ve got work in like…three hours.” You said and he chuckled leaning back into the sofa while raising his brows at you. “What are you, my ma?” He asked with a teasing smile and you blushed. “H-hey! Im just tryin to help you out, we both know your practically a bear when it comes to your sleep pattern being disrupted.”

You smiled in spite of yourself. Shay didn’t say anything to that, just got up and put a hand on your shoulder. “Well, I had a gift for you and I had to make sure I was awake to give it.” He said and you looked at him in surprise. “A gift—for me?” You asked and he looked around like he was searching the room for someone else.

“Well, you are the only Y/N here arent ya?” He asked and you swatted him. “No I mean…why? I dont deserve anything.” You said and he put his hands on his hips as if irritated. “Listen, just because you and I work two different jobs at two different difficulty levels doesn’t mean what you contribute ain’t worth sneezin at.” He said matter of factly, poking you gently in the shoulder. “Your a great roommate, and ya take damn good care o’ me Y/N, so…I went and got you somethin’ I know your gonna love.” He said with a soft smile as he looked down at you. “To show my appreciation.”

Taking you by the shoulders he made you walk down the hall to the bathroom. The door was closed and you looked over your shoulder at him. “If your gift is a shower can I return it?” You teased and he gave you a flat look though you could SWEAR you saw the hint of a blush on his face. “Quiet you—just open the door.” He urged, shooing you towards it. You were so tired in that moment you didn’t even care. Reaching out you gave the knob a twist and opened the door.

There was Cyclone.

Sitting in almost the exact same spot he had been in when you first brought him home two months ago, his tail wagging as he gave a friendly and happy bark at seeing you. He had a big red bow attached to an orange collar around his neck. Your face broke into a big and happy smile, your eyes open wide as the husky mix pounced on you.

He was well filled out now, up to a very healthy weight and size and his coat was thick and beautiful and solid white. He licked your face and tried to jump up on you as you knelt down to him saying his name again and again.

“Wait, I dont understand,” You said, still smiling at Cyclone as he barked happily and licked all over you but turning to look up at Shay. “How did you get him?” You asked as your roommate knelt there beside you and let the animal lick his hand as well.

“I went down the day ya said you took him in and talked to the people there, told them I wanted to adopt Cyclone once he was ready to go,” He explained giving a wince as Cyclone accidentally barked right in his ear. “Which was about three weeks ago but I called in a favor from a friend and he took care o’ the mutt for a bit, got him crate and potty trained.”

You finally got Cyclone to calm down by rubbing his tummy, all four paws in the air. “You did this for me?” You asked and he gave a rub of his temples. “Well, it certainly wasnt for me.” He insisted giving the dog a playfully irritated look. “I’ll just say…you put up with a lot from me Y/N,” He said and reached out to give your hair a ruffle. “Besides, your really good at taking care of strays.”

You gave him a funny look but smiled reaching an arm out to give him a hug. “Thanks Shay, I promise I’ll take care great care of him, just like I do you.” You teased poking your tongue out at him playfully. He only rolled his eyes as he got up to stretch.

“Well, this bear is going back to bed. I’ve got work in a few hours as you pointed out.” He said with a stifled yawn, scratching the back of his head. “Keep it down yeah?” He teased as he turned to head upstairs to his room. You just leaned out the door and called after him;

“Eat it ya leprechaun!”

After a moment you heard his response;

“Love you too!”

[kiwisfics]

Voltron Pets

A/N - Headcanons for the characters with pets

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Shiro

⦁ Shiro, likes dogs. ⦁ Big dogs. ⦁ Very big dogs. ⦁ Simba is the biggest Great Dane any of the team has ever seen, including in videos. ⦁ He could very likely crush any of them. ⦁ Pidge is. ⦁ Very cautious. ⦁ But Simba is very gentle with everyone. ⦁ He likes to take people’s hands gently in his mouth and lead them to the jar of dog treats that Shiro keeps on the counter by the stove. ⦁ But Shiro doesn’t just like big dogs. ⦁ He also like teeny tiny dogs. ⦁ And so enters Pip. ⦁ Pip is a Pomeranian. ⦁ Simba is Pip’s bodyguard. ⦁ There’s no seeing one dog without the other close behind, or, more likely, seeing Simba and realizing that Pip is hiding under him when she happily yips at you. ⦁ Simba always gives his treat to Pip if you don’t give her one first. ⦁ Chivalry isn’t dead. ⦁ Apart from his dogs, Shiro also has an old cat who’s missing one of his front legs. ⦁ The cat hated him at first so he named him Grumpy. ⦁ Eventually the two find a compromise though. ⦁ Compromise, as in, Shiro feeds Grumpy until Grumpy finally trusts him. ⦁ More often than not, Grumpy is now seen hanging around Shiro’s neck. ⦁ Shiro’s favorite part of the day is falling into bed and having his pets each curl up in their designated spots. ⦁ Pip - On his Chest ⦁ Simba - Over his legs ⦁ Grumpy - Behind his head.

Keith

⦁ Boy is an animal magnet. ⦁ No one knows why, but he attracts at least one animal every time he leaves his place. ⦁ Which means, lots of pets and most of which he has no idea where they came from. ⦁ “Hey Keith, is that a new cat?” ⦁ “Her name is Starburst and she likes candy wrappers.” ⦁ “Where’d she come from, though?” ⦁ “…Outside.” ⦁ “Of course.” ⦁ He doesn’t spoil his pets as much as any of the others, not with stuff at least. ⦁ His pets are all adored though. ⦁ They’re all chipped the moment they decide to stick around because Keith can’t bare the thought of losing any of them. ⦁ All of his pets are suspiciously well behaved. ⦁ Like, even the cats hear Keith say “sit” and they plop down. ⦁ Everyone thinks Keith can communicate with them and even if he assures them it’s not true, ten minutes later he’ll ask a dog (the oldest, Gandolf) to help him clean up the dog toys and he does. ⦁ So either Keith can talk to animals or he’s a witch. ⦁ Again, another ongoing joke. ⦁ All of the pets are named after food and movie/book/comic characters. ⦁ No one is surprised anymore, but they also have no idea how he keeps all the names straight. ⦁ Keith is literally the only person able to keep all his pets’ names straight and everyone else just has to guess fifty percent of the time. ⦁ “That’s not Toast, that’s Cinnamon.” ⦁ “How?” ⦁ He loves his pets a lot and never really pays any mind to comments about having “too many.” ⦁ He keeps them all healthy and happy and that’s all that matters to him. ⦁ Don’t tell anyone, but he attracts them by keeping catnip and dog treats in his pockets. ⦁ No one needs to know that though.

Lance

⦁ Exact opposite of an animal magnet. ⦁ It’s not that they don’t like him, because he is a good person and they can tell. ⦁ They just don’t respect him enough to listen when he tells them not to run off. ⦁ Because any cats he tries to keep scale the fence and any dogs will dig their way out of the yard, he ends up with some pets less likely to run off (normally to join Keith’s hoard). ⦁ First, he ends up with a cockatiel named Casanova. ⦁ Casanova adores Lance. ⦁ But, not as much as he adores women. ⦁ This bird will straight up flirt with any woman that enters his line of sight. ⦁ Allura and Pidge are one hundred percent sure that it’s Lance’s fault, but he didn’t do it! ⦁ The bird was like that when he got him! ⦁ He swears! ⦁ Casanova doesn’t just flirt with human women though! ⦁ He flirts with any girl animal too. ⦁ So, when Lance finally caves and decides to try his hand at keeping a dog and he adopts Annie the dachshund, Casanova is ecstatic! ⦁ Annie and Casanova become quick friends and Lance swears that Casanova is the only reason Annie doesn’t run off. ⦁ He’s not, Annie loves Lance. ⦁ Lance also gets a few fish. ⦁ A betta and some of the more flashy looking ones. ⦁ He names them all after sushi types. ⦁ Casanova like to steal the fish food from the top of the water if Lance forgets to close it after he feeds the fish. ⦁ Casanova also likes to get into Annie’s treats and throw them to her. ⦁ Casanova is a fiend.

Hunk

⦁ He has a huge saint bernard/husky mix named Sugar and a tiny calico cat named Spice. ⦁ Everyone is lowkey terrified of Sugar when they first see her, but the moment she sees them her face just lights up! ⦁ Sugar loves people! ⦁ She’s made slightly scarier by a rough scar across her left eye, but it’s hardly visible once you get used to her presence. ⦁ Everyone quickly realizes that she’s as much of an angel as her owner is. ⦁ There’s a inside joke that Hunk and Sugar are twins. ⦁ When they both get excited at the same time, everyone swears they can hardly tell the difference. ⦁ Spice is a fairly shy cat, but she sticks to Sugar’s side. ⦁ Even though Spice is a sweet cat, people frequently think the opposite on account of the glare she seems to give them when first meeting Sugar. ⦁ Spice is older than Sugar and mothers her despite the size difference. ⦁ Both Sugar and Spice are rescued animals! ⦁ Spice was a street cat before Hunk started feeding her. ⦁ After she slipped into the house without him noticing and he woke to glowing eyes staring at him, he took her to the vet and got all of the necessities needed to give her a life of luxury. ⦁ Sugar was a sickly pup in a pound when Hunk adopted her. ⦁ Her picture was in a paper he just briefly saw and she was scheduled for being put to sleep. ⦁ That was absolutely not happening! ⦁ Sugar thinks that she’s a lap dog and frequently jumps on Hunk’s lap. ⦁ That’s all well and good, the problem arises when she jumps on the laps of people visiting. ⦁ That’s a lot of dog! ⦁ Spice likes to curl up on Hunk’s stomach and abandons her fancy bed the moment the opportunity presents itself. ⦁ Both of Hunk’s pets are spoiled. ⦁ He makes them homemade food. ⦁ They get treats for being cute. ⦁ They probably have their own bank accounts.   ⦁ They’re living a better life than me.

Pidge

⦁ She loves fluffy animals. ⦁ Big, small, doesn’t matter. ⦁ She wants pets soft enough to use as pillows. ⦁ Not that she uses them as pillows, but she just really loves fluffy animals, alright? ⦁ She has a trio of bunnies, June, July, and August, who behave more like dogs than bunnies. ⦁ They behave like dogs because Darcy, Pidge’s chow-mix, took in the little buns when their mother got attacked by a neighborhood stray. ⦁ Darcy had lost a few of her own pups before this incident and Pidge awoke one day to find that two babies had turned to five. ⦁ Darcy is very protective of her family, and that includes Pidge. ⦁ She may seem like a sweetheart, but she won’t stand for anything happening to her person or her babies. ⦁ In the spirit of keeping all the babies name’s matching, the pups are named April and May. ⦁ As the babies get older, momma Darcy and Pidge have to make sure the puppies don’t get too rough with the bunnies. ⦁ Fortunately, the pups father was a fairly small mutt, and they take after him. ⦁ (Their father probably stuck around until Keith came for a visit and then followed him home.) ⦁ (You’re not fooling her, Keith, she knows you carry dog treats.) ⦁ (If you try to take any more of her dogs she’s going to rat you out.) ⦁ Pidge is the kind of person who takes in any injured animal she comes across too, but they tend to be wild birds, so they get released as soon as they’re better. ⦁ She has an army of crows. ⦁ The only animals Keith won’t even try to bribe love out of.

Allura

⦁ She has her mice, a white cat named Boo, and two white budgies named Bippity and Boppity. ⦁ Bippity, Boppity, and Boo were a package deal. ⦁ Their owner couldn’t care for them anymore and Allura quickly took the opportunity to add the three to her home. ⦁ Boo was raised indoors and, despite her fears, has adapted to being a perch for the birds and a moving playground for the mice. ⦁ Bippity and Boppity will repeat “pretty bird, pretty bird,” every morning until Allura acknowledges them. ⦁ The birds enjoy sitting in Allura’s hair too! ⦁ Boppity likes to tease Boo. ⦁ She also likes to tease anyone new who enters the house. ⦁ She has pooped in Lance’s hair and no one will let him forget. ⦁ He’s entirely sure that the bird has a vendetta against him. ⦁ Meanwhile, Bippity is a sweetheart to absolutely anyone! ⦁ If anyone whistles her a tune, she repeats it in kind, adding in little hops and head bobs. ⦁ Any first meeting with Bippity is filled with “kiss, kiss"es and "muah"s. ⦁ Boo frequently grooms the mice and curls around them when she finds them sleeping. ⦁ Most of the time, the mice sleep in Boo’s fur, however, so she never has to search for them. ⦁ Her pets are moderately spoiled. ⦁ Bippity and Boppity have an extra large bird cage, segmented and placed so one side is covered and shaded and the other is directly by a window. ⦁ Boo has a high quality cat bed, the best food and treats recommended by vets, a fancy litter box, and a large cat tree directly in front of a window. ⦁ All of the animals have more toys than they know what to do with. ⦁ Frequently, Allura will curl up on the sofa beside the bird cage after a long day and Boo and her mice will join for a family nap.

Coran

⦁ Of course he has a schnauzer. ⦁ That’s canon by now, right? ⦁ ANYWAY. ⦁ Sir. Bruce is a fairly old dog that Coran was gifted by the team. ⦁ He adores Bruce with everything he has. ⦁ Everyone assumes that Coran can speak to animals too. ⦁ Not all animals, like they assume with Keith, but his pets in particular. ⦁ After Coran discovers the joy of having a dog, he’s obsessed with them. ⦁ He ends up with five dogs. ⦁ The first dog he adopts himself is a tiny Yorkie pup named Patty. ⦁ Then come Scottie and Sarah the Beagles. ⦁ Finally, he adopts another schnauzer named Patricia. ⦁ (He doesn’t understand why everyone loses it when he yells “Patricia!”) ⦁ Patricia is a troublemaker, but she’s incidentally also the one with the best puppy-dog eyes. ⦁ Scottie trips over his ears all the time, so Coran uses hair ties to keep his ears up. ⦁ Patty is always tripping Bruce by getting in front of him, and, as the runt of both her famly and her litter, he doesn’t see her when he’s in a hurry. ⦁ Sir. Bruce and Patty are the best of friends, though. ⦁ Sarah is the the angel of the group. ⦁ No one ever hears her bark or growl, and she never makes a mess. ⦁ That is, that visitors see. ⦁ She will look Coran straight in the eyes and knock over the water bowls. ⦁ Yes, plural. ⦁ She loves knocking over the water bowls and Coran does not know why. ⦁ He loves his dogs too much to stay angry for too long.

Lotor

⦁ This man is extra. ⦁ He couldn’t settle for simple house pets, oh no, this man had to get a horse. ⦁ His horse loves him so much though. ⦁ Obsidian is a pure black Friesian horse. ⦁ Everyone thinks she’s gorgeous (because she is) but they love her even more because she’s an absolute sweetheart. ⦁ God help anyone who tries to ride her though. ⦁ No one has and no one will. ⦁ Lotor doesn’t see the point in riding a horse, so she’s just a really big pet. ⦁ He’d probably let her in his house if he could, to be honest. ⦁ Because Lotor is Extra, he also has two purebred cats. ⦁ An Abyssinian cat and a Bengal. ⦁ Both of the cats are spoiled rotten. ⦁ They’re absolute drama queens and no one can even lightly brush against them by accident without the cats acting like they were attacked. ⦁ Even Lotor gets this treatment. ⦁ He’s not quite a cat dad, but he’s toeing the line. ⦁ There is video evidence of Lotor baby talking the cats and it’s being held as blackmail material.

Matt

⦁ BIRDS. ⦁ He loves birds. ⦁ Going into his house is like going into a bird house in a zoo. ⦁ He has five finches. ⦁ He takes inspiration from the names Pidge gives her pets and names the finches after the days of the week. ⦁ But he doesn’t stop there. ⦁ He gets a parakeet - Keaton - and an African gray parrot - Sunshine. ⦁ Every time someone new enters his house he holds out his arms and six birds land on them. ⦁ Sunshine lands on his head. ⦁ I feel like, after awhile he decides to get a more furry pet and settles on getting a pair of chinchillas. ⦁ They’re too cute for anyone to resist, so anyone who would avoid his place for fear of getting pooped on by the birds (Lance) bypasses the fear to see the precious balls of pure fluff. ⦁ He names them Pom and Poof. ⦁ He has perches everywhere in his house, it’s actually ridiculous. ⦁ Honestly, the definition of a pet parent. ⦁ He calls the birds and chinchillas his kids and refers to himself as their dad. ⦁ Did you know birds could be spoiled? ⦁ They can and Matt sets a standard for spoiling every animal. ⦁ Sunshine is a toublemaker and everyone knows it except Matt. ⦁ And, yes, Sunshine poops on Lance the first time he stays in the house for over ten minutes. ⦁ His fears were valid.