#not me listening to dogs days are over........

[wonderjanga]

Can I Please be Your Friend?

Billy doesn’t have friends. Between being Marvel and working odd jobs, he hasn’t really had the time some. So when he got invited to join the newly formed Justice League. He was ecstatic! Sure, these people were at least a very minimum of 20 years older than him and sure they would probably talk about taxes and stuff, but superhero friends! Meanwhile, the Justice League is like, “wow this guy is so social. I like it!”

Marvel: “You have a lighthouse…?” *sounds so amazed*

Aquaman: “Yeah. My dad was a lighthouse keeper so I got it when he passed.”

Marvel: “That’s so awesome! Can I come over?”

Aquaman: “Oh, okay? Sure?” *a little surprised he asked but eh whatever*

That was how Arthur spent the day showing Cap around the lighthouse. The man was a really good listener and was surprisingly very interested in listening to Arthur talk about how to use the light. You couldn’t even ask Arthur how they both ended up jumping off the railings of the lighthouse of dive into the water. You also couldn’t ask him how they ended up having a water fight, with the Atlantean calling for some sea creatures as back up. You also also couldn’t ask him how shocked a hotdog vendor was when he saw Captain Marvel and Aquaman, both of which who are supposed to be revered heroes, soaked, looking like wet dogs, asking for a couple of hotdogs after they nearly caused a tidal wave.

They got scolded by Batman a little while later for acting like children and almost causing the previously mentioned tidal wave. It was a little funny to see Batman scolding a man a solid two feet taller than him.

Soon after that whole incident, Marvel went to befriend Martian Manhunter next.

Marvel: *staring at J’onn while holding a box of cookies*

MM: *can hear him thinking about how to approach him and looks over to Marvel*

Marvel: *thinks a little too loudly and J’onn hears a nearly deafening “FRIEND”*

MM: *flinches and clutches his head* “Captain. Is something the matter.”

Marvel: “Oh uh…” *walks over and looks between the cookies and J’onn* “I was uh- wondering if you wanted to eat these with me.”

And that’s how J’onn spent the rest of the afternoon eating cookies with Marvel. J’onn had at first thought Marvel was quiet because he was something humans called awkward. But no, every now and then, when J’onn forgot that humans preferred to keep their thoughts private, he’d hear how happy Marvel was that he accepted. He’d also heard a couple other voices which was slightly concerning. He didn’t know if that was normal for humans or not.

Then, the next was Batman. Bruce honestly didn’t even know how they had started talking about this. All he knows is that they were talking about the team’s performance in the field, then that somehow transitioned into talking about superheroes in general, which then somehow led to fictional superheroes, which led to now:

Marvel: “Oh, you like Gray Ghost?”

Batman: “I was… a fan of him when I was a child.” *doesn’t know why he’s telling Marvel this*

Marvel: “Cool! Did you see the movies?”

From there on was a forty minute yapping session about Gray Ghost, his lore, the movies, the comics, the action figures, and so on.

Marvel: “I even had his comics as a kid too.”

Batman: “Really? Reprints or originals?”

Marvel: “I wanna say originals? What do you mean by reprints though?”

Batman: “Reprinting is when they take a comic, and remake it to look a little better, such as brighter colors or slightly tweaked dialogue, so they can sell it again.”

Marvel: “Oh. Then I’d say I probably have originals then.”

Batman: “Interesting. Those are collectors items now. They go for thousands.”

Marvel; “Really?!” *eyes nearly bug out of his skull* “Huh. I had no idea. Which ones did you have?”

Batman: “Mostly reprints. But I do have a couple originals on display.”

So yeah. The two were geeking out and stuff. Bruce honestly has literally no one to talk about this with so he’ll admit he was a little (a lot) happy.

We can’t forget the other JL heroes though.

Flash: “Like, he is so nice, and for what?”

GL: “I know right he let me ramble for like 45 minutes about planes! He was asking questions too!”

Supes: “And he’s always willing to help with anything. I didn’t even get to finish asking if he could cover my monitor shifts before he said yes.” *sounds slightly guiltily (he still feels bad for asking)*

In conclusion, Billy really wants to be friends with these guys, and his methods are definitely working.

[lynzishell]

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Transcript below the cut:

[knock knock]

Atlas: It’s open!

Aspen: Tonton! Phoenix: She’s obsessed with that word now, so I’m pretty sure that’s just your name for the foreseeable future. Atlas: Better than ‘Asses’.

Dawn: I’m so happy to see you. Where’s Ash? How is he doing? Atlas: He’s okay. He’s taking a minute upstairs. I was just about to go check on him.

Aspen: Can I play? Spencer: Sure!

Atlas: Ash? Asher: Yeah.

Atlas: Well, this is new. Asher: What is? Atlas: You being the one to sneak away.

Asher: Now I know why you do it so often. It’s peaceful. Atlas: Yeah, it is. Dinner will be ready soon, but we have a few minutes. Can I join you? Asher: Sure.

Asher: We need to get a bigger apartment. Atlas: We do?

Asher: Yeah. I can’t keep using my parents’ house as storage, and it would be nice to be able to have all my stuff in one place. And if we’re serious about this company and this game, then we’ll need room to work. And you know that one day, when I’m ready, I’m gonna want to get another dog.

Atlas: I figured.

Asher: Jasper only lived here because this was his home, and I wasn’t going to downsize him to an apartment. But I will want the next one to live with us, and we can’t have that where we are now. Atlas: [lets out an exaggerated sigh… only half joking] You’re going to let that dog all over the furniture, aren’t you? Asher: You know it. On the sofa, even sleeping in our bed. You’re gonna hate it. Atlas: [breathes a laugh through his nose] Can’t wait.

Atlas: So, is this what you’ve been thinking about the whole time you’ve been up here? A new apartment? Asher: [shrugs] Kinda. It’s the only thing that keeps me from spiraling. Atlas: Spiraling about what?

Asher: [sighs] I just… I feel awful. I should’ve been here. I don’t know if he was in pain or scared. I should’ve been with him, to comfort him. He needed me, and I wasn’t here, and now he’s gone. [voice cracks] And I miss him so much.

Atlas: I know. Come here.

[knock at the door] Megan: Everything okay? Asher: Yeah. Fine. Megan: Dinner’s ready if you want to come down. Asher: We’ll be right there.

Asher: Fuck. [sniffles and wipes his eyes and nose with his sleeve] Okay, we should go. Atlas: Listen, if you want to hold off on the announcement— Asher: No. I don’t want to do that. It would feel like we’re keeping it secret or something. Besides, it will be nice to have something happy to celebrate.

Atlas: Okay. Let’s do it, then.

[brookaboo]

cling to me

Shigaraki x sunshine!reader

what if reader was a sweet golden retriever type person and Shigaraki is a grumpy black cat but he has a soft spot for reader but Dabi is a a little bitter about being lonely

It had been a long day, and you couldn’t wait to get back to the base. Shigaraki had been on your mind all day, and now that you were finally home, you couldn’t help but seek him out. His grumpy, black cat-like mood was always a contrast to your upbeat nature, but that didn’t stop you from feeling drawn to him.

You found him sitting on the couch, staring off into space, as usual. You wasted no time, curling up beside him, your head resting on his shoulder. His presence was comforting, even when he barely acknowledged you. His arm was folded across his chest, but you could tell that the tension in his body softened a little when you cuddled up next to him.

“Did you miss me?” you asked with a smile, your voice as bright as always.

Shigaraki grumbled, not even looking at you. “I’m not a damn dog, don’t ask me that.”

You chuckled, not at all bothered by his response, instead just enjoying the warmth of his body next to yours. His gruff demeanor might keep others at bay, but not you. You liked him this way—rough on the outside, but secretly soft on the inside.

But before you could settle in more, Dabi's voice rang out from the other side of the room.

“Careful, sunshine,” Dabi teased, “keep being all clingy, and Shigaraki might just get tired of it. You know he doesn’t like being smothered.”

The words stung, and your smile faltered for a second. You couldn’t help but feel a little insecure. You had always been affectionate, but maybe you were crossing a line. You pulled back a little, worried that you had been too much.

Shigaraki, however, didn’t miss a beat. He reached out, grabbing your arm and pulling you back toward him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he muttered, eyes narrowing at Dabi.

“Don’t listen to him,” Shigaraki continued, his tone uncharacteristically soft, though still gruff. “You’re fine. I don’t need space, not from you.”

Relief washed over you, and you leaned into him again, letting him wrap his arm around you more securely. You could feel his warmth, his steady presence, and the reassurance that, despite what Dabi had said, you didn’t have to pull away.

As the room quieted and Dabi’s teasing faded into the background, the two of you relaxed, the tension from earlier melting away. Shigaraki was still his usual grumpy self, but there was something comforting about being close to him, feeling his steady heartbeat against yours. Eventually, you both drifted off to sleep, his arms holding you close, and the world outside the two of you faded away.

[mj-iza-writer]

Subject and warning: Institutional pet whump... naked Whumpee. Bathroom usage. Drugging.

"I hear you.. I hear you", Whumper sighed as they pulled their kettle off of the stove burner.

They paused for a moment to listen for their pet. They could often hear the pitter patter of Whumpee coming to investigate the sounds... and to see if they could con a treat off of their master.

"Hmm, that's not like them at all", Whumper chuckled. They paused when they realized what trouble their pet could have gotten into while they were fixing their tea.

Whumper quickly and quietly tiptoed out of the kitchen. They continued to listen for Whumpee.

They finally heard a small whine, and Whumpee pawing at something.

They leaned into the living room and looked around until they found Whumpee's naked bum pointed up at them. They laid with a downward dog position and looked curiously at the heat register.

They couldn't help but smirk at the site. Whumpee swayed their butt side to side as they were trained to. This was to copy a real dog's happy tail wagging.

Whumpee pawed at the register and whined again.

Whumper frowned when Whumpee finally sat and looked at the register sadly. They tucked their body in tighter after a few shivers.

"I suppose it is a little cold... especially when your naked", Whumper leaned back and looked at their thermostat.

After a few taps, they leaned into the living room again.

The heat turned on right away, causing Whumpee to fall onto the floor and slide as close as possible to the warmth.

Whumper held their hand over their mouth to cover up their laugh.

Whumpee happily looked up when they saw Whumper watching them from the corner of their eyes.

"Is my pet cold?", Whumper cooed.

"Rumph", Whumpee grunted.

"You don't say?", Whumper cooed again.

Whumper carried in their teapot and cup.

Whumpee still relaxed by the heater. It had turned off a few minutes ago. They looked up at Whumper and whined.

"It will turn on again in a few minutes", Whumper set their things down, "be patient."

"MmmMmm", Whumpee whined in annoyance.

"Be quiet", Whumper sighed.

"Sniff... achoo", Whumpee sneezed playfully.

"Bless you" Whumper reached for their first cup of tea, "I know what you are doing, but it won't work. I'm reading my book. We played earlier, and I will cuddle with you later."

Whumpee trotted to Whumper's feet and rested their chin on Whumper's lap.

Whumper sighed at Whumpee's puppy eyes.

"Alright fine", Whumper patted their head, "let's go to the bathroom."

Whumpee shook their head no and shivered.

"I know, but you are not coming up on the couch until you've gone potty, and I've cleaned you off", Whumper poked Whumpee's nose, "just be happy you use the bathroom inside. Imagine if you were outside trained."

Whumpee followed Whumper into the bathroom.

They sat and waited for the command.

"Alright Whumpee, use the bathroom" Whumper ordered.

Whumpee hurried to their space.

They had been trained to use a squat toilet, which is what Whumper had requested.

Whumpee started to get comfortable, they looked up at Whumper awkwardly.

"Oh your right... sorry", Whumper turned, "because this doesn't compare to me seeing you naked twenty-four seven. Somehow, the bathroom is still a solo act."

After a few moments, Whumpee whined again, telling Whumper they had finished.

"Didn't have to use the bathroom", Whumper mocked as they set to work cleaning Whumpee.

Whumpee shivered as they leaned against Whumper.

"My poor baby is so cold", Whumper cooed as they stood, "look at all of that nastiness in your potty", Whumper frowned as they flushed.

"And that is why I wanted you toilet trained. Easy clean up", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee's teeth chattered together.

"Aww, my poor baby", Whumper hurried to wash their hands, "let's get you warmed up."

Whumpee jumped onto the couch and looked at Whumper tiredly.

"You've had a busy day, hmm", Whumper carried over Whumpee's favorite toy, "busy day being a pet?"

Whumpee yawned and stretched.

Whumper took a sip of their tea, "I'm surprised it's still somewhat warm. They gulped the rest down and poured more from their teapot.

Whumpee watched as Whumper grabbed a blanket and came over to them.

The blanket was flung over them, and Whumper tucked it in. They finished by tucking the toy into the blanket.

"Nice and comfy", Whumper ruffled Whumpee's hair lovingly.

"Hmmm", Whumpee hummed.

"Should we take your special treat before you go to sleep", Whumper smiled.

They reached for a white bottle that sat beside their chair.

Whumpee lifted their head slightly and cocked to the side.

"Don't worry it's just your vitamin... you like these", Whumper shook a gummy out onto their hand.

Whumpee sniffed it before opening their mouth.

Whumper placed the gummy onto Whumpee's tongue and watched them chew.

Whumpee quickly looked for more.

"No no, just one. You can have another tomorrow night", Whumper put the bottle back, "you just need one 'be good' vitamin to help your brain stay nice and sweet for me."

Whumpee tiredly rested their head while Whumper sat down and reached for their book and tea.

Whumpee slowly sneaked their head onto Whumper's lap.

"You're so sneaky when you want cuddles", Whumper set their cup down and started to play with Whumpee's hair.

Whumpee happily sighed.

After a while, Whumper's hand stilled, and Whumpee looked up at them.

"Humm...wh..wh", Whumpee whined lowly.

"Are you still awake?", Whumper sighed as they turned the page of their book and went back to petting Whumpee.

Whumpee reached into the blanket and pulled their toy out. They lifted it to their mouth and started to chew on it.

"Whumpee that isn't your chew toy", Whumper corrected with a sigh, "where is your chew toy anyways? I haven't seen it for a while."

Whumper scanned the floor.

"Huh, well, I guess you win. I'll have to find it later or buy a new one", Whumper laughed as Whumpee lifted their head and looked at them curiously. The toy still hung from their mouth.

"You're my silly pet", Whumper chuckled at Whumpee's antics.

Whumpee barked gleefully when Whumper set their book down and slid the empty tea pot away.

Whumpee was pulled up into Whumper's arms and squeezed tightly.

Whumpee wiggled around happily at their Master's new interests in them.

"Such a good pet for me", Whumper brushed Whumpee's hair back.

Whumpee nuzzled underneath Whumper's chin and sighed happily. Their cheek rested onto Whumper's chest.

Whumper rubbed circles along Whumpee's back until they could hear them snoring.

"Such a good pet", Whumper reached for the blanket and covered the both of them up. They then reached for the book again.

"It's a wonder how I got so lucky to get you", Whumper whispered, "long live our great institution."

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[justwinginglife]

Make A Wish

Guys, it's still Hoshina's bday in my timezone, so bday fic for yall. Also I'm sorry it's a lil sadder than I wanted it to be and I'm sorry it's short. But I swear it's happy lol.

It was 12:00 am, November 21st, and Soshiro was staring at his phone, waiting for your text. 

When you’d first started texting him at midnight on his birthdays, it was the year you’d moved to Korea, the year you’d taken the sun away. It was the year walks in the park went away, the year swims in the river went away, the year stargazing on rooftops went away. It was the year his jackets found themselves back in his closet and the year your scent started to fade. It was the year he walked home alone, ate dinners alone, missed you all alone. When the girl next door became the girl in the next country over, he found everyday became a little grayer with every moment you weren’t by his side. 

But even galaxies apart, he was still your best friend, and you’d close the distance with a text at midnight, letting him know he wasn’t alone, letting him know he was in your thoughts. Sometimes texts would turn into calls and then night would turn into day, and when he thought of facing his birthday without you, he’d miss you more than he ever missed you before.

When you were neighbors, you used to sneak into his bedroom at midnight, trying not to set his curtains on fire while you climbed through his window with one hand cradling a candlelit cupcake and the other reaching out to him for support. Those were the good days. In the dead of the night, while everyone else was asleep, you’d sing him happy birthday as quietly as you could (though it still wasn’t very quiet) and he’d listen to every single note, even as off key as they were, with a smile on his face, memorizing the sound of your voice. Then you’d make him blow out his candle and tell you what he wished for and he’d shake his head laughing at you, and insist that if he told you, it wouldn’t come true. One night, he finally told you his wish: he wished that every birthday could be like this. That every year could be marked with memories of you by his side.

The very next year you moved away and he never told you a wish of his ever again.

That’s when you started texting him. You’d tell him your wishes for him. 

I wish that Soshiro could finally have that dog he’s always wanted.

I wish that Soshiro could grow tall, but not as tall as me, maybe like an inch taller.

I wish that Soshiro would find a hundred dollars lying on the street.

I wish that Soshiro could be happy for the rest of his life.

I wish that I could be by his side to see it.

And on that cold, fall night, every text that lit up his screen made him feel just a little bit warmer every time. 

So every year after that, the tradition continued. Every year, at midnight, he thought of you, and every year, at midnight, you texted him your birthday wishes. You texted him until your hands cramped and your eyes burned. You called him until your throat was dry and your voice hoarse. You wished for him until your head hurt and your heart ached. 

With different schedules and different lives, there was no guarantee you could keep in constant contact, but for at least one day out of the year, for at least one night out of the year, Soshiro was yours. And you weren’t falling asleep until he knew how special he was to you, and you weren’t saying goodbye until you knew he wouldn’t forget you this year. 

But he’d never forget you.

Even now, at 12:01, he thought of you. He thought of you until 12:01 turned into 12:02 and his jittery heart began to jump in his chest. He thought of you until 12:02 turned into 12:03 and his uneasy heart began to pace in his chest. He thought of you until 12:03 turned into 12:04 and his despondent heart began to sink in his chest. And then he wondered if you finally forgot about him. If the chasm had finally grown too wide. If your heart had finally recalled itself. If all you would ever be to him was a wish he whispered to the stars at midnight. 

Then 12:05 hit and there was a knock at the window.

And there you were, disheveled, panting, sweating, holding a cupcake with a flickering candle like your life depended on it.

He watched as you climbed into his room, like you had so many times before, and before he knew it, his arms were around you in an instant. The way he held you was almost as if he was expecting you to turn into stardust in mere seconds if he so much as loosened his grasp, as if you were nothing more than a ghost and he was desperately trying to tether you to this world, to his world. He swore he’d never speak another wish aloud again, but god, did he want to tell you that he wished you could stay. That he wished you’d be his. That he wished when he dreamt of you he’d wake up to you. That he wished when he reached for you he’d find you. That he wished when he loved you, you’d love him too.

But you didn’t cross a sea just to shake his hand, pat his head, and give him a cupcake. You didn’t save every coin that you ever earned, or ever spotted in a crack on the sidewalk, or ever found wedged in between couch cushions, just to give up now. You wanted his midnights but you wanted his middays. You wanted his early mornings and late evenings. You wanted his wishes and his hopes. You wanted his strength and his weakness. You wanted his past and his future. You wanted him.

You were five minutes past twelve, and you were late, but dammit, you’d never make him wait for you ever again.

“Wish again.” You instructed, gesturing to the candle.

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Your wish. Tell me again.”

He took a deep breath. “I wish that every year, you could be by my side.” He spoke so softly and blew on the candle so gently that you almost didn’t think it would go out. But it did, and he smiled. “I wish that every year, you could be by my side,” He repeated. 

“Wish granted.”

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[the-thieves-gambit]

" Well, hello to you too." Elizabeth chuckled as she plopped onto her bed before Dolly joined her. It was not like they bothered with greetings most times, but she couldn't help but poke. And it seemed like Dolly could either hear him, could tell by the way she spoke that it was him on the other line, whatever it was she nuzzled against her and looked up towards the phone. As she listened to him, she pet her head and gave her a look that said that she'd let her hear him in a moment once he was done talking. "Tell me where did they take you this time."

When he had left, she thought it would be a bit of freedom, no more him popping up randomly during her day. Or reaching out to bounce ideas off of during a case.

"Okay,Fox Mulder," she teased. "You're not in that department focus on your case."

On day one though, she realized how, lonely quiet, her days were without him. Charlie would check in from time to time as he usually did, but it wasn't the same. She would never admit it of course, but she liked the calls. She hated that he had seen through her lies and had Jamie deliver food when he dropped off Dolly, upset at herself, that he had seen through her stupid lie.

"Great, she's right here actually looks like she's missing you. Here," She took the phone away from her ear for a moment to take a picture of Dolly on the couch and send it his way before returning to the call. "It's been," a pause as she thought it over. "a week."

He was tired, he was babbling about time. "Yea, you know in all my travels I learned about this crazy thing called time zones. Pretty crazy." Hand absentmindedly petting Dolly began to scratch her behind the ears, as she decided to stop being so mean if only for a moment. "What haven't we done? And yeah, I found a new trail, well new to me anyway, Manoa Falls. It's really pretty. Some people thought she was mine and she had the best time on the trail. And a couple of people that came into the office thought she was some new guard dog of sorts." Smiling she looked down at her companion of these last couple of days and nuzzled down against her.

"Oh, him," her mood soured slightly. "It looks like it'll all be settled out of court with everything I provided, but he found a new target to aim his ire at." Sighing, she leaned back into a reclining position with her pillows underneath her. "But tell me about your case. Was it as bad as you thought it was going to be?"

Oh, adventure week. She had forgotten about that. Part of her had hoped he had too. "Not this again. Wildfire will hate me. And there's a first for everything, watch she'd bite my hand." Was she making excuses? Of course. Were they partly true to her fear of anything that she couldn't talk to, convince to see her way or seduce? Damn right. "Why not a pony? Ponies are nice and small, right? Or a goat? You said this was a ranch right? I could feed a goat. Or chickens!"

"Randy's still around?" That drew a laugh from her, she had seen cities change, towns become cities, and other places become living cemeteries, the fact that some things didn't change amused her. Not as much as what he said about a fax and it pertaining to her case. A raised eyebrow, she began to settle into a lying position, finding tiredness sinking through her bones. "You said that they needed you with their case, how could they possibly help me on mine from an ocean away?"

Laying on her side, she cuddled up against Dolly and placed the phone between her and the pillow. She didn't want to think about work and cases anymore. "Tell me about the haunted hallway. Are we talking full poltergeist or spectral nuisance? You never struck me as someone being scared of a little ghost. "

"You'll never guess where Mr Jeckyll took me?" Wally didn't bother with a greeting, he was just glad she had answered this call. It had been a dragged on week and it wasn't even finished yet. Though, talking to her was a welcomed distraction from the humming of the AC in his hotel room. "Oh by the way I'm pretty sure this hotel is haunted. Actually the entire hallway," his face scrunched up as he put his toothbrush back into his bag and grabbed a long sleeve off his baggage to put on. "How's Dolly? Has she been okay? How's your week been so far?" He didn't say much about the way he knew Jamie had dropped off groceries for her since he hadn't quite believed her when she spoke in a lightening manner and gave him that excuse back in her kitchen. He hadn't said anything but his brain was already working on doing something nice for her. At least he'd like to think she thought it was nice and not like he was trying to impose.

Talking about Dolly was a safer topic he thought than telling her he had missed her. Days just weren't the same without the casual eye roll or the banter she usually reserved for him. "Weirdest thing that I'm now ahead of you guys by three hours. How crazy is that? Anyway, enough about me. What have you and Dolly done so far? Anyone officially called her yours?" Liz ended his nightly check ins so her voice was the last thing he heard before he fell asleep. He covered a yawn as he climbed into bed and brought the blankets over him. Hoodie on he rolled his sleeves up and set the phone on his side and put it on speaker. He would try not to fall asleep on her but would make no promises. The week had been long but it was also a lot of desk duty and looking over files that blurred together the more he stared at them.

He smiled as he remembered the last thing she did when he walked out of her door. Having hair get tucked behind his ear was sure something he didn't expect. It felt nice and the tingle of her fingertips lingered against his skin the more he thought back to it. "You didn't really say much about it through texts but what happened to the douche cop," his head leaned on the pillow as he waited for her response. His voice was low like speaking too loudly would spook her.

As he closed his eyes he smiled against his pillow. "So, I also finalized the first day for our adventure week." Our was such an easy thing for him to say. It wasn't like he had a second thought about it. It came as naturally as breathing did. "I know you said Wildfire would be one to kick you. No, she's a baby. Super nice and just wants to be loved. She may give you a side eye if you don't feed her fast enough but other than that, harmless. But don't take my word for it. You'll see for yourself. I figured going to the ranch would be easiest and work our way down. Don't worry you don't have to get on a horse. Only if you feel like it but there's lots to see once you're there. Who knows maybe you'll surprise yourself and feel inspired to get on one. We could always share a horse. Anyway, way ahead of myself there. Mm also sent you a fax. No, ill send you a fax tomorrow. It's for that case of yours you talked about. Turns out police department here are willing to help when you bring them a box of Randy's donuts."

[ayo-edebiri]

MESSI I 96th Annual Academy Awards

[front-facing-pokemon]

[suchamessiputoutflames]

Dating while being a first responser was tough. Bailey could admit to herself; she used the job as an escape from time to time because she was just not feeling it. Or she simply felt the connection and felt scared. Bailey knew she was beautiful and she happily got a few compliments on a daily. But She didn’t want to date some aimless guy on the street. She wanted a genuine connection. And her being call most of the week made it difficult. And as she listened to John list the fairly common scenarios she had to nod her head. 

Because she got the sense he had experience with how hard it was to date in LA, with being a cop. And she swallowed thickly to herself noting she was guilty of it. A call came in before she could make that blind date just a few days ago. She had the alarm playing in her ears, and she knew as firefighter it was hard to meet someone. Along with the fear of bailing on them on a daily. But the brunette felt a genuine smile curve at the corners of her lips now. “ Dating is hard, I swear each time I try to put myself out there; a call comes in. And obviously I aim to take the call. Because it’s the only thing I can trust with my life.” A guy had the prospect to disappoint you in the end. All that to say I guess it says the insecurities that were raised in her mind. But John was a nice guy; his smile lit up the room. He was matured, and Bailey liked him, enough to want to plan another date with him. “ I’m happy to stop by if that’s not too much.” I aired out as I placed the next donut into my mouth allowing myself to be myself. And I asked a question I knew might tell me to run for the hills. “ Have you been married before? Kids?” I asked because we’re two mature adults, and I wanted someone who wouldn’t waste my time now if that made sense. “ We all have faults to over going the restrictions of our job. The amount of times I was told not to run into a building when I was a rookie..” I added as a harmless laugh came to my lips now. 

We had a bond, even with Ripley not being the best dog at the time; it brought me a chance encounter with John; and that felt enough for me. “ “ One more cup.” I added as I gently placed my mug into his grasp. I was nervous but I also felt safe in his presence, I didn’t know who I expected but I knew I liked John.

@suchamessiputoutflames

[Ben. He and I had been friends since college. That was the sort of friendship that rarely lasted. Usually once college ends, you gradually lose touch with those people who once meant the world to you. Especially from the guys' perspective of things. Guys were terrible at keeping in touch. Ben though... We couldn't shake each other, and after years continued to pass, we found that we didn't want to. After leaving Pennsylvania for LA in order to join the police academy and ultimately become a police officer, it was Ben who supported me. Don't get me wrong, he told me "I was completely out of my mind, and that midlife crisis' usually look more like a weird hairstyle, an earring, or buying a car I neither need nor want. They usually aren't in the form of a completely ridiculous career change at forty." He was right, but it didn't deter me either. He may not have understood it, but he continued to support me; even letting me crash indefinitely at his pool house, and sometimes the main house too, when he was on his lengthy business trips. He was a great friend. One who's back I would always have, like he's always had mine, which is probably why I reluctantly agreed to this blind date he allegedly set me up on, even though dating was the last thing I had on my mind] "John, you're in a rut. You haven't dated since the divorce. Sarah is already remarried, so if you feel guilty about dating, don't. It's time. Past time, if you ask me. You're not getting any younger, so it's time to find the one." [I didn't necessarily agree, but I respected his perspective on the situation nonetheless] "She's beautiful, seems nice, and when I did a background check on her, she checked out all the important boxes." [I shook my head in response. Leave it to Ben to run a background check on a woman he wants to set me up with. The police officer in me would let that go in one ear and out the other though. Ultimately I agreed. Not because I wanted to go on this blind date, because I didn't, but because I knew if I didn't agree, Ben would never drop it. Ben went out of town for his next business trip, and as promised, I went to this blind date. Found myself at the highly demanded table that Ben requested when he placed the reservation; sipping on a drink while waiting for "Bailey" to arrive. Problem was, she never did. Yes, I waited there an embarrassing and pathetic amount of time before finally throwing in the towel and leaving. Mind you, that wasn't before I heard my waiter, one of the bus boys, and even the restaurant manager asking me if I thought she showed up, saw me, and left. Oh yeah, that's one to wound the pride for sure. It was worse though once Lucy and Jackson found out, since they made a point to tell everyone else; leading them to also tease me that she probably showed up, saw me, and left] Great, guys. Thanks for the vote of confidence. [I said flatly and without humor as we proceeded with the morning meeting and would commence with the start of this day. Ben was expected back at some point today from his business trip, so I'd be sure to give him an earful in person once I was home later this evening. Nope. Never again would I let him set me up on a blind date. Rut or not, I'd find my own dates from here on out. I thought to myself as morning meeting ended, and Nyla and I left, so we could get started with what I expected would turn out to be a busy day on patrol]

[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?

[littleplantfreak]

oh to be the person Umemiya Hajime meets and falls for as he’s traveling after graduation

[swagging-back-to]

i do wholeheartedly believe gifting animals to elderly patients because they're lonely is the exact same thing as giving a kid an animal because they're bored.

both situations come at great cost to the animal due to neglect, abuse. in the case of the elder they have the very likely chance of being left unattended for a significant time after the person dies and having that trauma. many animals are placed in shelters after their owner dies, and then are euthanized.

[spaceshipkat]

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[beeg-bark]

pinning someone down and they're struggling against you and then they hit you with the dom stare, and so you don't really want to let go but you're excited to see what will happen so you loosen your grip a little bit and they say "you're loosening your grip" and you say "yeah i wanted to see what would happen" and they hit you with the "don't let go" with the fucking dom death stare look in your eyes so you have no choice but to obey and then they spend the rest of the time criticising you and making you readjust your grip ughhhhh

[arttsuka]

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[h2llish]

i hate how people treat chihuahuas