#paw patrol appreciation post

[marshallfan99]

Happy 10th Anniversary, PAW Patrol!!!

Wow, I can't believe it's already been 10 years...it feels like it was just recently that I was sitting there in the living room of my family's vacation rental home in front of the TV and watching the premiere episode with my brothers...and then spending the rest of the week in front of the TV watching new episodes every day because I couldn't do anything else with a giant cast on my dominant arm. Marshall and the other pups kept me occupied during that otherwise painful vacation, and I've stuck with PAW Patrol ever since.

(That's only ONE of the MANY Marshall moments that cheered me up and made me laugh during that week.)

(And here's another one...also relatable since I'm always falling down stairs and stuff 😅)

This show has helped me through so many tough times in my life, like depression, anxiety, etc. It acts as a great escape from reality, an amazing source of comfort, something that's easy to just turn on and watch when I need to unwind or want something I can have lighthearted fun with, it's easy to just turn it on after meltdowns or when my brain is fried and veg out to it since it's harmless fun that doesn't cause intense emotional responses from me, and I even binge it during nights where I have insomnia! It's so important to me, and it even saved my life a couple times...yep, that's right, the pups have saved me too, that's how much of an impact they've had on me. They've taught me so many things as well, from the importance of teamwork, to never giving up when things get "ruff" (hehe, sorry I had to, that's my inner Marshall at work 😅), to always looking out for your friends and helping them whenever you can, to "Do my best, and forget the rest!", to the very important message of you don't have to have superpowers to be a hero (this one was WAY before Mighty Pups was a thing).

(Seriously this is one of my mottos, thanks for that lesson, Marshall!)

(Had to put a Mighty Pups GIF in here after ending the paragraph by mentioning it lol)

I never stopped liking PAW Patrol even during the time I had to take a break from it for my mental health reasons, and I actually missed it so much during my time away from it. Eventually I decided I couldn't stay away any longer and came back to it with the goal of using it to help me overcome my severe PTSD siren phobia, which is why I had to step away in the first place...and it's working! I can actually watch it now without freaking out and going into panic mode which is great because now I can watch my favorite show with no problems, just like I used to!

When PAW Patrol premiered back in 2013, it VERY quickly became a special interest for me even though I was NEVER in the target age range for it, being in my early teens when it premiered, and I'm also actually afraid of dogs in real life...cartoon dogs like the PAW Patrol pups are cool though, and Marshall is my favorite cartoon dog of all time, and he's actually tied with a Pokemon (another special interest of mine) character for my number one favorite fictional character of all time! He's so relatable, adorable, funny, and has a truly PAWsome personality! Also the fact that he is TWO THIRDS of 911, BY HIMSELF is pretty amazing too in my opinion. Unfortunately his skills aren't needed much anymore in the newer seasons, which makes me kinda sad. I wish he got more screentime in the newer seasons...but instead it's always Chase and Skye now. I am still hoping for him to get his own focus movie though. I'm holding myself back from going on and on about Marshall this time, I've done that enough in my Marshall appreciation post and this whole account already and this is supposed to be about PAW Patrol as a whole anyway, not just him 😅

(The most PAWsome team ever!)

My parents don't really approve of me getting and playing with the toys and merch, but I can still get it thanks to my grandma who knows how important PAW Patrol is to me...in fact, I just got a couple of Mighty Pups t-shirts (because of the upcoming Mighty Movie) thanks to her, one of them featuring a huge image of Mighty Marshall (of course, that one is my favorite), the other one featuring an image of Mighty Chase, Marshall, Rubble, and Skye with the text, "Mighty Pup Power!" I was so thrilled to learn that there are officially licensed PAW Patrol shirts in adult sizes and had to get some! If anyone else wants to get some PAW Patrol shirts in your size, Amazon has plenty of adult-sized PAW Patrol shirts to choose from, with some PAWsome designs too! I'm so happy that the creators know that this show has a strong teen/adult fanbase, and acknowledge us by making shirts that fit us! And I'm so happy that this show exists!

(This is my favorite part of the opening theme!)

(Cute dancing pups from the movie!)

This has been a long rambly post, but I really wanted to post something for PAW Patrol's 10th anniversary, and talk about how much it means to me. Growing up autistic and with no friends, just bullies for the majority of my life because of it, made me turn to the TV for comfort, and I often saw the characters on TV shows I watched as my friends. I had a very lonely life and when PAW Patrol premiered, I found seven new friends in the pups and Ryder (with Marshall being my best friend), and I tuned in for every new episode when I could, to watch their latest adventures. Starting with Everest, each time a new pup (or cat) has been added to the team has felt to me like I also gained a new friend as well, even though I do have actual friends now, the PAW Patrol still feel like friends to me. It wasn't a "phase" like my parents had always said, it still isn't a "phase"...it's a HUGE part of my life and I'm extremely grateful that PAW Patrol is still going strong even after 10 years and 10 seasons.

Happy 10th, PAW Patrol! And here's to many more years and adventures to come in the future!

[kazuromi]

i just love that there's a fandom for a lot of kids shows down here. gives me more fandom lore to follow. i especially love the ones where the shows like for preschoolers and this one madman comes along and makes a whole in depth au for the show where everyone has a non canon compliant angsty backstory and stuff.

[lauras-happy-place]

Zuma appreciation 🥰

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Paw Patrol Appreciation Week 2024

Thursday - Treats

This time I saved myself some time and made a two-in-one fanart XD

Hungry puppies won't get their tummies full with only dog food and cookies, right? That would be so boring to eat the same things all the time, even more for these two. They love some variety and new tastes!

I headcanon that Zuma absolutely LOVES ice cream and popsicles, especially some fruit flavored ones - though he never refuses that special recipe which is liver flavored too XD As for Rocky, he loooooves sausages, his favorites are also the liver flavored ones.

[wheelerpupfan]

Wheeler 💙 and his Dinosaur Book 🐾

October 11, 2023

[instantpansies]

i am judging this basic ass four year old so hard rn for his favorite paw patrol pup being chase. everyone knows the real cool kids stan rocky and marshall

[gilverrwrites]

Dumping some stagnant WIPs that I’d love to revive in the hopes that some feedback/interaction might reignite my fire for them. Or at least show them the light of day they might never see otherwise.

Ft. (in order) PT!Dick Grayson, Nightwing, The Riddler, Two-Face, Harvey Bullock, Leatherface, and Jason Voorhees.

Colour co-ordinated for ease of navigation. Some of these are really short and sweet, some are whole-ass first chapters to potential series. Comments appreciated!

Untitled, PT!Dick Grayson/civilian reader, undecided

Nobody ever showed to the 2PM class. He’d meant to take it off the schedule since he spent most of them unofficially working on Nightwing business. Then you started showing up.

The first time he’d been in the back, hunched over his computer in nothing but his boots and boxers.

“Hello?” Your melodic voice chimed through the building, and he scrambled to find work out appropriate clothes, hopping his way to the front of house as he tied the laces of his sneakers. “Anyone here?”

As he pushed through the doors, he was mentally juggling how to get rid of you. It would be scammy of him to under or over work you in an attempt to put you off of coming back. Maybe he’d just tell you the class of cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances? But then he saw you.

Blue Bird: Missing, Nightwing/villain reader, multi chapter slow burn

Nightwing had been a part of your life, at least your life of crime, for as long as you could remember. Since you were teens fighting on opposite sides of the law. While he wasn’t your target tonight, he was in the way. He hadn’t been responsible for you latest stint at Blackgate.

It didn’t take a detective to know that the saftest course of action would be to lay low, to hide out until his patrolling took him a safe enough distance away for you to act without his alerting him. The smart part of you knew this, the petty part of you didn’t care.

“Stay still, I promise I wont look.” You instruct, closing your eyes as you paw at his mask until it comes off into your hands. His comms needed to be shut down, ensuring none of his bat or bird friends could come to his rescue and interfere with your plans.

With caution, you turn your back to him and begin to play with the tiny buttons and notches until you’re satisfied that you’ve turned it off. Shutting down his comms. You’re expecting a witty retort, something flirty about you missing out on his good looks, but nothing comes, and you don’t have time to wait.

“See, I kept my promise.” You continue as you turn back to him, eyes shut once more as you secure the mask back to the space over his eyes. When you look at him again, you find yourself struck with more curiosity than expected. You wouldn’t break the unspoken rule, you’d keep to your promise, but being so close to exposing him really has you wondering how he looks uncovered. What colour his eyes are. Blue, dark blue, you bet. He’d be cheesy enough to match his suit to his eyes.

“So, what’s your end game here, sweetheart?” He looks up at you expectantly, smirking in a way that’s far to smug for his position.

“Why? You gonna talk me down? I already told you, power bottom…” A gust of cold wind blows against you, pushing a piece of dark hair against his face and you brush it back, savouring its softness without even thinking. When you realise what you’re doing you tighten your grip and tug his head back against the post, saving face. At least you would be saving face if he didn’t let out an inexplicably lewd moan that made you suck in an audible breath. Theres an awkward pause between you both before you distract by continuing your answer to his question “This isn’t about you, you just got caught in the crosshairs.”

“Crosshairs of what battle?” He asks, and maybe he’s entitled to know, given that he’ll be sat on his ass, and undeniably inconvenienced by all this, but he’d put you in the same situation many times. Yes, his motivations were far more just than yours, but that meant nothing to you.

“It’s need to know bird boy.” You poke his nose, before finally stepping back, reassessing your surroundings, noting your next step before leaving him with a wave and a final shout; “And you don’t need to know.”

That should have been that last time you’d seen him, for that night anyway. But when you’d reached Nygma’s hideout, it was empty. It didn’t make sense. Your sources were reliable, you’d staked it out the night before. He’s been there, his henchmen had been there, boxes full of stupid trophies and half-built robots had been there, and now they were gone. The old mill factory was wiped clean, you were fuming. You’d called your informant to no avail. Reached out to some old contacts, who couldn’t help you. Tracked across the city, checking out his other known safehouses, all of which empty.

Now, just over two hours later you were climbing your way back up to the top the Gotham Bank. Nightwing would probably be gone by now. His radio silence alerting one of his birdbuddies that he’s need a save, and there’d almost certainly be a tracker in his suit. You were just checking in on him. Not because you care. Just because, if he was still where you’d left him, maybe you could set him free and cool him off. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t help with your predicament, but tracking down The Riddler would be a whole lot easier without Nightwing on the war path to put you back behind bars.

Per your suspicions, when you reach the roof, it’s empty. It’s not safe to linger, to return to the crime scene for too long, so you ready yourself to take off again. It’s when you’re stepping onto the ledge that you spot it. Something shiny and green, glinting in the corner of your eye. Upon closer inspection you release it’s a coin, made of some kind of green bottle, with a question mark engraved onto it, sitting right where Nightwing had been just a few hours earlier, and above it, a note, duct tape to the pole which read:

Blue Bird: Missing Want it back? Bring your coins, To the racetrack.

Well fuck.  

Patterns, The Riddler/henchman reader, Multi chapter successor to Stockholm Syndrome

Eat, sleep, repeat. Lather, rinse, repeat. You’d be tracking target number 1 for 9 days, and besides a lonely weekend filled with racking up credit card debt at T.J.Maxx, and failed attempts at home cooking, it had been the SAME THING, every, single, day.

Pursing your lips, you lean back against the driver’s seat and let out a long sigh. You glance back up at the targets window before checking the time again. 10:01PM

You tap your fingers against the wheel before pulling out your phone. Ed is notoriously bad at picking up, (also notoriously bitter, if you don’t answer on the first ring) but you didn’t want to call it a night without checking in with him. He's your boss after all.

Dialling his current burner number and hitting loudspeaker, you sink down in your seat, studiying the cars roof as you wait for it to ring out.

“Hello?” You shoot back up. Startled by his answering on the 4th ring. Guess there’s a first time for anything.

“Oh…. Ed, hey, hi.” You stammer, trying to find your bearings again. “Um, so, riddle for you?”

“A riddle for me?” He scoffs, amused. maybe you're delusional but there seems to be a warmth in his tone. “This should be good.”

“Yeah, um, so…. If you're a child, you know me well, and when you're old I'll be your hell. I'm often felt but rarely shown. I'll drive you mad if you're alone.”

“Is the target sleeping now?”

“You didn’t answer the riddle!”

“Because it was an insult.” He scorns you before repeating. “Is the target sleeping?”

“Yeah. She crashes at about this time most nights.” You state factually. Trying not to let his sharpness get to you.

“Well….” He seems to hesitate. You hear what sounds like the click of this tongue, something rustling on his line. “If you’re bored, come see me.”

“At this time of night?” You begin to tease. “Ed, what will people think?”

Your joking might have been more convincing if it wasn’t punctuated by the sound of your engine starting before you proceed to speed down the road.

“I think a better question might be, ‘what are you thinking’?”

It wasn’t fair that you had started this line of conversation, but he was the one making you flushed. Especially since he wasn’t even there. In his presence you can blame it on his proximity, his scene, the intensity of his gaze when he’s focused solely on you for once, but he wasn’t here, and you had nothing to blame but your big fat crush on him. The silver lining at least was that he couldn’t see what he had done to you.

“I’m thinking….” You hesitated, unsure how to get him back. “I’m thinking, I’ll be there in 10.”

You hang up. He's sure to chew you out for that later, but it was worth it. You could just picture the tantrum he was having right now, leg stamping, and arms crossed. Probably muttering to himself, coming up with a sly comeback for then you arrived.

You’d been working for The Riddler for 6 and a half months now, and while he knew exactly how to use your infatuation with him to keep your moral compass spinning, you were slowly learning how to push his buttons right back.

Later

15 minutes later you lean against his desk, watching intently as he scans through your notes.

You watch greedily as his blue eyes bore into each word, deft fingers flipping through the pages, watch the way he stuck out his soft lower lip, still pouting at your earlier antics.

“So, what do you want with her anyway?” You try so spark a conversation.

“You’ve been monitoring her for almost two weeks.” He replies, refusing to look up at you. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

Your brows scrunch together as you think back, racking your brain for anything remotely remarkable about the woman you’d been tailing. She was pretty, sure, but besides that she didn’t really seem to have anything going for her. Dead end job, no real friends, no romantic prospects, just her and her cat.

Not totally unlike yourself 7 months ago.

You briefly study Ed’s fave for any form of a giveaway, but his nose remains buried in your notes. With a shrug you conceded.

“I give up. What is it?”

Almost immediately Ed’s face began to morph. The corners of his lips curving into a coy smile, his eyes sparkle as he finally looks up at you.

“It’s her blood.” He answers, finally closing your notebook and unceremoniously letting it fall onto his desk.

“Her blood?” you quiz, more confused than ever. “What? Is she like a metahuman or something?”

“Oh no.” He says, making no attempt to conceal the amusement in his voice.

His fingers brush against your own as he locks his hands around your wrist. A jolt shoots up your body, but you push it down, steadying yourself to his touch.

You watch as he flips your arm around, baring your wrist to him. Gently he runs his fingers along your veins. “It’s blue. Her blood is blue. A member of the Finnish royal family, attempting to live like common people. Do whatever common people do.”

“Right.” Your voice shakes more than you would have liked. Even the smallest of touches from him are enough to melt your brain. “And what do you want with her? Money? O-“

Your questions were silenced as Ed brings your wrist to his face. Briefly pressing it to his nose and inhaling with a satisfied smile.

“Come now, Dear.” He silences you with the soft brush of his lips against your skin. You suck in a breath, fingers digging into the wood beneath you as you watch. Your concerns were long gone as he looks up at you, his studious gaze locked onto you as he pressed another, firmer kiss inches above the last. “I already gave you my word, did I not?”

In lieu of a response, a breathy moan escape your lips. Ed is clearly pleased with your response to his affection. Standing from his chair, he continued pressing progressively fevered kisses up your arm, over the curve of your shoulder, into the crevice of your collar.

His gloved hands gently cupped the curve of your hips. His fingers traced circles against your body as they dip lower, and lower until they're hooked under your knees. He plants one deep, open-mouthed kiss against your jaw as he pries your legs apart.

“Did I not, give you my word?” He pushes, his breath brushing against your ear. The feel of his lips curving into a smug smile that tickles your skin.

Flustered, but determined not to turn into a total puddle, you stroke your hand up his spine, thread your fingers into his hair, and direct his face to yours. Heads together, noses brushing, you answer; “yes.”

“Yes?” He raises one brow at you. His hands climb back up your thighs until they’re kneading at your asscheeks before pulling you closer. Your legs lock around his waist as you feel the pressure of his tented trousers press against you centre.

“Oh, yes.” Your exclaim again, arching your back to press yourself deeper against him.

You close the gap before he can. You didn’t miss the way his eyes widened before they fluttered closed. You may have initiated but it takes no time at all for Ed to take control. Your jaw grows slack at the pressure building between you legs, and Ed wastes no time taking advantage. His tongue shamelessly diving between your lips, filling your senses with the taste of him.

As soon as it starts, the moment is over. He breaks away to the sound of his phone ringing. Eyes never leaving yours as he brings it to his ear. Trust him to start answering his phone promptly when its least convenient for your.

“Speak.” He orders. His shoulders lean back, one hand resting on his hip as he mindlessly continues grinding against you. Desperate to keep him close you reach out to him, running your fingers up his chest, incidentally untucking his shirt.

“What?!” His outburst makes you jump. Abruptly, he pulls away from you completely. “Are you a complete and utter moron? How could you let this happen?”

With him now out of reach, all you can do is sit and watch patiently. You'd hate to be on the receiving end of it, but you have to admit, Edward can be really sexy when he was angry. Lean muscles taut; jaw clenched. You’d never admit that to him though, his ego is already 3 sizes to large.

So lost in your ill-advised admiration you almost didn’t notice when he gestures to you. Gloved hands waved in you face until you nod to express your attention. He points over at the pitiful stack of junk you call a desk, huddled in the corning of his office.

Hopping off his work bench you make your way over to it, looking over at Edward for further guidance. In response he lifts two fingers. You raise the file for target number 2 and waved it at him. He nods back at you and gives you a thumbs up, before waving you to the door.

“I cannot believe this. I swear if you want a job done….”

Was he dismissing you? What could possibly be going on that he could shrug you off so indifferently?

Some people have all the luck [Part 2], Two-Face, smut CWs: Dubious consent, alcohol

The trip from the bar to wherever this is had been a blur. You vaguely remember complaining about your tired feet getting wet in the dreary Gotham weather. Two-Face laugh at you then, pulled you closer and told you; “Don’t worry about it, Doll.”

Then there had been a car, an old, classy one. The streetlights blurred by the rain on the windows. At some point he’d carried you, bridal style through somewhere old and dusty. You just remember old hanging light fixtures dangling from a high ceiling. There’s been voices, muffled snickering until Harv had barked at them, something loud and authoritative. A little bit sexy.

Now you were here, legs dangling off the edge of a desk. The wallpaper is peeling. Diplomas and newspaper clippings hang on the wall in broken, lopsided frames. Harvey is pouring something amber coloured into a tumbler, whiskey, probably, he seems like a whiskey drinker.

With the imposing thought in mind that this might be your last chance, you ask him for a drink of your own.

“Nah.” He looks smug as he approaches. He downs the two-finger pour in one, faces contorting as it slides down his throat. Then he’s standing before you, guiding your legs open, making space for him to stand between him. You’re not sure which is more unnerving, the ease in which he touches and directs your body, or your willingness to allow it. As he speaks again, you catch a whiff of his breath, definitely whiskey. “You’ve had enough, if you’re gonna pass out tonight, it’s gonna be because of us.”

He probably means torture, but the idea of him fucking you unconscious sends a wave of arousal to your already heated core.

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Allowing you zero time to get good look at, he sinks the tip between your folds, pumping the wetness along his length before lining himself up with your entrance. You suck in a breath as he penetrates you, bottoming out with one hard thrust, stretching your walls around his noticeably thick girth. The sheer size of him pushing against every inch of your insides stings, makes you throw your head back with an aching moan.

No sooner do you look away before his grabs your face with his scarred hand, nails dig into your skin as he compels you to look into his face. He whistles, short and sweet before ordering; “Eyes on us, hon.”

His scolding has you twitching around him, having allowed you a grace period to adjust to his size.

“Yes.” You nod, not trusting your mouth to coherently say anything else.

“Good girl.”

Untitled, Harvey Bullock, fluff

If you see something, no you didn’t. That’s number one unspoken rule of Gotham.

But after witnessing what happened to the poor boy, you just couldn’t stay quiet. Now the city was punishing you by having your witness statement be taken by the hottest cop the GCPD had to offer. Sure, he was rough around edges, scruffy beard, beer belly and an Irish American accent to die for. He was definitely a drunk, that much was evident from the hint of whisky on his breath but damn if that didn’t add to his bruiser charm.

Untitled, [DBD] Leatherface, Horror & smut – partly inspired by that scene from TCM2 CWs: Mentions of gore

How long would this go on for? Until he was finished? Until he grew bored of you? And then what? He could drive his saw straight into within second, the sound of him revving its engine would serve as your only warning before he mutilated you, before he swung forward and carved your body in two. It's not as if you could just take off right now. He had you completely cornered. Not just geographically, but physically – leather face is 6'3 and jacked. A single flinch in a direction he didn't like and he could have you pinned, sawed, and quartered in second.

(Re-)Learning to swim, Jason Voorhees, Fluff CWs: Captivity, mentions of violence

Taking a deep breath, you creep deeper into the lake, submerging yourself up to your waist. The water looks so peaceful and calm. Before Jason, water had been your one true love. Swimming had given you an escape from the trials of everyday life.

Jason was the opposite, and you completely understood why. You're heart clenched at the thought of it. Even before you'd come to know and love him, you'd felt compassion for his story. Jason didn't deserve what happened to him. Blood hadn't been spilt that day but it stained the hands of the incompetent counsellor that night. Water it seemed had always been his foe. He drowned here in one life, was chained and trapped beneath its waves in another.

You understood why he avoided it. He was always vigilant of it, he had traps and weapons to take down anyone who tried swim to sail away from him without having to venture to deep, but walking beside the Lake, taking a boat out, or simply swimming in it, was never something you could get him to agree to during the small times the two of you had the area to yourselves.

So, you were going to do it alone. You were reclaiming a part of yourself, doing something just for you.

It was late May, a few weeks before police did their final searches, ticking the last few boxes before they let counsellors in to start setting up camp. You waited until Jason left to do his own rounds before slipping out into the darkness. He wouldn't have let you go if you'd told him your plan. He'd have crossed his arms and shaken his head at you. If that failed he's have held you, crushing you in his loving embrace as a way of begging you not to go, not to the Lake, to dangerous, and you would have caved. Listening to his sad hums, looking into his pleading eyes would have swayed you to stay home.

You had to wait until he left. No doubt he'd know, he seems to have some kind of connection to the camp and its goings on. He'll know where you've been and what you've been doing and he'll watch you even closer, but it needed to be done.

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Aizawa’s dates continue to mysteriously disappear. Could your sweet, innocent self have something to do with it? | 18+ MDNI

warnings: yandere reader, murder, you’re a little off your rocker, still cute tho, nsfw mention

The clock ticked to 8:49 PM.

Aizawa knocks back the last of his alcohol before paying and leaving.

It was another stood-up, he thought.

The walk back to his apartment was relatively quiet for a Saturday night. The cool chill of the wind wisps back his front hairs, the cold prickling the pale skin on his cheeks. He can still feel his muscles ache from the night prior patroling an area, getting into another villain takedown leaving small blue bruises he was used to seeing.

He thought about what he might do for the rest of the night. His day and night schedule was molded to fit the nightly patrols until the next early morning, sleeping in the day and working at night.

Aizawa was starting to feel restless from the lack of release of his heightened arousel. Always resulting to pumping his hard cock in frustration. His lean abs consticting as he huffs out his climax, hips stuttering underneath the cold stream of water.

He couldn’t help but think there was some sort of pattern.

There was always a part of him that had to stop himself from calling your cell at these late times. After cutting off contact from you, the devil on his shoulder continued to nag it was possibly a mistake.

He felt that his first date with you went well, until it didn’t. Your antics of obsession were starting to grow and become more transparent. There was no denying that spark of crazy he saw in your eyes when you took every inch of his cock in your mouth that day. How well you squeezed him and took it gladly while still pawing for more.

But he was a hero.

Your tinges of violence and anger was something that needed to be properly dealt with and contained. He felt conflicted on how to approach his feelings and if it was smart to continue pursuing you. You were so interesting to him, however the angel said the good thing to do was to block and shoo you away.

Could it have been a mistake?

You scream and cry out every frustration.

This time you were very sloppy. Not caring to monitor what time he could be home and catch you, not bothering to keep quiet so suspecting neighbors don’t hear you and call the police in concern.

You could star in your own thriller movie from how much you felt like a star, drenched in another’s red. After every push and turn of the knife you thrust into the soft flesh you slowly felt the anger in your body pool with her blood around you; the feeling is euphoric.

How dare she try and take him from you?

You get up, stepping back to admire her blood seep into the wood creases of the floor. Pushing hair out your face, you leave little red streaks.

Patting down your skirt and hair you huff in annoyance thinking back to her screams of plead. Why the hell was she screaming when you were the one in the most pain?

Keys jingle as the front door opens.

His eyes draw to the floor and up to your eyes. There was no fear in them.

You stand there carelessly. Your face void of empathy but rather unrepentant.

There was a small, pretty smile on your face. You were all dirty, blood stains on the outfit you picked out this morning. You hoped he was able to appreciate your dedication. There was never going to be someone as good enough as you were to be by his side. All of this was for him.

Aizawa just couldn’t help but laugh in amusement.

“You’ve really done it now, haven’t you?”

Guys I didn’t word vomit this one please give me a clap

Wasn’t gonna post this until Wednesday but I thought why not

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[pastel-nature]

The Barista and the Boy Wonder

A/N: No warnings for this one, just want to write something short and sweet. English is not my first language so please excuse spelling and grammatical mistakes. All characters are 18+.

I had been coming to this coffee shop for months, every day, I would swing by for my usual black coffee, and every day, she would be there behind the counter, her beautiful smile lighting up the room. She always seemed to be in such a positive mood, no matter what challenges she was facing. It was a trait that I found truly endearing, comforting even.

All I need to do is order a black coffee and I always leave with a lingering smile on my face.

I couldn't help but feel a connection to her, and I found myself coming to the coffee shop more and more often, just to get a chance to talk to her, or even just to hear her say my name. Even as I patrolled the streets of Gotham, my mind kept drifting back to her. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something that drew me to her like a magnet.

It wasn't until I saw her feeding the stray cats during her break that every single atom in my body fell into place, screaming that she’s the one. It was a small, quiet moment, yet it spoke volumes about the kind of person she is.

That moment I knew I had to approach her. I couldn't resist the opportunity.

"Hey there," I called out as I approached her. "What are you doing?"

She looked up at me and smiled, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "Just feeding these stray cats. They're always around here and I feel bad for them."

I knelt down beside her and helped her distribute the food. "That's really kind of you."

She shrugged, looking down at the cats. "It's just something small I can do to make a difference."

As I looked at her, I felt my heart swell with admiration and affection. She was an amazing person, kind and caring, and I knew that I am falling for her.

Yet there was something else behind her words, her unusual smile as well as her wandering eye.

“Something wrong?” I can’t help but tense at the prospect of problem.

"I'm just worried about one of the cats," she said, a crease forming between her eyebrows. She quickly fished out her phone and showed me a black kitten with white paws. "Mr. Mittens, I haven't seen him in a few days, and he's usually always around. I’ve been looking for him all over this block and some more."

"Don't worry, I'm sure he's just fine. Maybe he found a new food source or something." But my mind is already thinking of a thousand ways to find ‘Mr. Mittens’.

She looked up at me, her eyes full of concern. "I hope you're right. I just can't shake the feeling that something might have happened to him."

“I frequent these streets, why don’t I keep an eye open and inform you if I saw him and if he’s in danger, well, I am sure I can figure something out to save him.” I can indeed.

She smiled up at me, her worry seeming to ease slightly. "Thank you, Damian. I really appreciate it."

The batcave computer had seen hundreds if not thousands of searches, its screen trawling through the endless streets of Gotham. Both it and I are no slouch when it comes to finding a criminal, missing person, or crimes in action. Not so much a kitten.

After a sleepes night, I finally got a lead. It seems our black furry friend slipped inside a bakery delivery van and had not returned since then. Once I tracked the truck and its owner, a father of three, and judging by his son’s latest social media post Mr. Mittens is in safe hands and is now called Coco.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and sadness. On one hand, I was happy to know that the kitten was safe and loved. On the other hand, I knew that the girl would be disappointed that her furry friend was no longer around.

But I knew that I had to tell her the truth, so I made my way to the coffee shop and found her behind the counter, looking worried as usual.

"I have some news about the missing cat," I said, pulling out my phone and showing her the picture I had taken of the cat with its new family. "I found out that it's been adopted by a family a few blocks away. They're taking good care of it and it looks really happy."

The girl looked at the picture and a smile slowly spread across her face. "That's great news, Damian. I'm so glad to know that Mr.Mittens is safe and loved."

I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest at her words. I was just happy to be able to do something to make her smile. And as we stood there, looking at the picture of the cat with its new family, I knew that I was falling even more in love with the girl by my side.

I grinned, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I'm glad you're happy.”

She reached out and squeezed my hand. "Thank you for finding out what happened to it. You're the best.” She grinned, “Needless to say, this week’s coffee on me, so knock yourself out.”

I laughed in return still insisting for her to take my card, but she raised her hand in defiance, “What you just did meant a lot to me, and I wish I could get you free coffee for life, sadly it won’t fly with my manager.”

“Even a lifetime of coffee won’t cover my investigation fee.”

She feigned a gasp, “Oh no, what could I do then to repay thai lifelong debt?”

“How about a date?”

“A date it is.” She handed me my cup of black coffee, her number written on it.

I had always thought that love was something that I could never have, being the son of Batman and all. But as it turns out, even the toughest of heroes can fall head over heels for the right person. And for me, that person was my pretty barista.

[marshallpupfan]

Seeing just how much Marshall merch you got, I've been meaning to ask this for quite a while now but I'm too shy and didn't want to get hopes up (neither mine nor yours)... Anyway I just summoned up courage so let's go for it before I back down again:

Have you, by any chance, ever seen some kind of licensed "self-insert" book?

I know of an online Brazilian book seller who gets licenses to make these kinds of stories. The person goes over to the website, creates their character (like one of those dress up dolls, sort of, picking gender, name, skin color, height, hair, some small variety of clothes and accessories, etc) - they're like "create the child's character" because, well, the stories are aimed for children XD - and then this template-created character is automatically inserted in the chosen book from their gallery. Then, after confirming purchase and payment, the custom book is printed (hardcover, pretty big in size with around 30 pages, the one I checked had 32) and shipped. From what I've seen it's very good quality and the stories are simple but entertaining, inserting the kid into the adventure and having them help save the day in some big way.

They had 4 different Paw Patrol books for that, AND ONE OF THEM WAS A READY RACE RESCUE STORY, which is one of my favorite Marshall adventures (I grew up watching races with my dad) and I've seen somewhere you like this special too - But they're not in their website anymore. I swear it was there barely two months ago! I have some screenshots I took when I did a "let's see how it would look like if I'd buy it".

I could send an e-mail asking what happened and if there's any chance the books will be back available for purchase again. The thing about "not getting hopes up" is just because I'm too poor to buy one of those (it's not even expensive, I'm just actually poor) but I guess I could "bridge" one for you - if they show up again, I mean XD Granted the stories are in Brazilian Portuguese, but I could send along a complete translation too.

Anyway yeah, I just wanted to know if it would be something you'd like to have and if it's a thing somewhere else too or just here??? I've never seen anything like this anywhere else before.

I meant to send all this in the DMs so it would stay between the two of us, but yours are closed (I get it, you got that annoying copycat dude onto you, I saw the post) so I hope you don't mind me sending this as an ask anyway. You can answer me through another ask if you'd like instead of publishing this, no need to follow any of my blogs just to message if you're not comfortable! Hope you're having a good day and enjoying your new merch, those are so awesome!!!

I'm not 100% sure, but I think I've seen something like this sold over here in the United States before. However, I could swear ours did things differently, in that instead of a custom-made character, it used an actual photograph of the child so their likeness would be on the cover and on the pages, itself. At least, I could swear that's what they did, but it's been years since I last seen one, so I could be mistaken.

That's pretty cool to see they used Ready Race Rescue for one of these! I'm always glad to see that mini-movie get more attention. As for why it disappeared from the site, I suspect it's because this sort of thing is a lot more difficult to publish than your typical mass-printed book. Most pages will use that custom-made character, so editing, printing, and shipping it out might take all the longer. Perhaps they just got so many orders and had to remove it for a while to catch up? I'm not sure, but hopefully it returns someday.

In any case, I'm not sure if I'd be interested in something like this for myself, since I'm typically not one to insert my likeness into something or create an original character of sorts that represents me, but I certainly appreciate the offer! I do hope that, someday, you're able to get one for yourself!

[marshallfan99]

Marshall appreciation post time! (And also me telling the story of how I discovered PAW Patrol and how it quickly became a special interest)

(Look at him, isn't he adorable?!)

Marshall has been my number one favorite PAW Patrol character since day one of the show! He and I are a lot alike and I could relate to him immediately from that very first wipeout. He's basically me if I was a puppy! We're both super clumsy...I trip and fall and wipeout just as much as Marshall does... We both also love puns, and car racing (I LOVED Ready Race Rescue because it was about a car race, and Marshall being a huge fanpup of the Whoosh was adorable), and we both love having fun! Marshall never fails to make me laugh either, he's definitely the funniest pup out of all of them. He also has some amazing focus episodes, here are some of my favorites. The season 1 episode Pups Fight Fire is one that still sticks in my head to this day as one of my all time favorites. I loved watching Marshall try and break the fastest fire pup record despite losing confidence in himself in the beginning of the episode after accidentally breaking his ladder and falling off it. The phrase "Do my best, and forget the rest!" has been one of my mottos ever since that episode first aired and whenever I say it to myself it's always in my Marshall voice impression. This little Dalmatian pup has taught me a lot about not giving up when things get hard, always doing your best when you're faced with a challenge, and many other things too! I also love the season 2 episodes Pups Save A Friend and Pups Leave Marshall Home Alone! In the former, Marshall's feelings of worthlessness and that he "can't do anything right" because of his clumsiness were feelings I relate to a lot since I have similar feelings about my clumsiness on bad days like the one Marshall had in that episode. In the latter, I love how Marshall was able to use the other pups' Pup-Packs to help Katie save the kittens, he proved he's not just the clumsy one in that episode, he even FLEW, which he was still afraid of back then since Air Pups hadn't aired yet then...maybe this was actually the first step to him getting over his fear of flying! Marshall taught me the valuable lesson of not letting your fears or shortcomings get the best of you and to always do whatever you can to help a friend when they need you there for them, which is something I always try to do. Those two episodes are definitely also in my list of favorite episodes of all time because of those reasons and more (like how Marshall imitated the other pups and Ryder in Pups Leave Marshall Home Alone, which made me laugh whenever he did that because he's such a funny little pup)!

I remember the day PAW Patrol premiered so vividly in my mind...on August 12, 2013, I was away on summer vacation with my family...except I had a broken wrist caused by my own clumsiness, so my arm was in a giant cast. It was my dominant arm too, so I couldn't do any of the stuff I usually liked to do on vacation...so I just sat around the TV most of the time. When I saw the commercials for PAW Patrol, I asked my younger brothers if they wanted to watch it with me since it looked really fun and cute. So we all crowded around the TV and watched the premiere together and we all loved it! We all had our favorite pups decided right from episode 1, too! Mine was obviously Marshall, but one of my brothers liked Rubble, another liked Rocky, and the other liked Zuma! And since PAW Patrol was a brand new show, there were new episodes everyday that week! So PAW Patrol and Marshall kept me entertained during that vacation where I couldn't do anything. I started doing Marshall voice impressions which were very, VERY accurate to his season one voice (I can actually still do it nowadays but I'm a bit rusty, as well as his season 7-8 voice, and season 9 voice), and by the time vacation was over, my autistic brain could only think about PAW Patrol...it was already a special interest after just one week of being on the air, and a lot of it was because of how much I loved (and still love) Marshall. I was completely hooked, and I was eagerly awaiting the new episodes and also the toys to come out so I could build my own collection (I barely have a collection right now but I wanna build it up)! As soon as I got my cast off I made my own PAW Patrol badge out of paper and cardstock and attached a piece of tape to it so I could wear it on my shirt...I wore it every time I played with the toys, and the first toy I got was the Action Pack Pup and Badge Marshall figure! The second and third toys were Marshall's Fire Fightin' Truck, and Chase's Cruiser respectively, and I played with them everyday. I started drawing Marshall whenever I had free time (which wasn't a lot considering I had school and everything), and by the time I had to take a break from the show, I had 5 Marshall figures and 2 Marshall vehicles (his fire truck and ambulance) in my PAW Patrol collection (now I also have his movie fire truck and figure as well), and during the break I picked up a Marshall Beanie Boo because I didn't have a plushie of him yet and wanted one, plus the Beanie Boo is so adorable! Two of my brothers (the ones who like Rocky and Zuma) actually still play PAW Patrol with me, when we watched the movie together we acted out the rescues as best as we could with the limited amount of toys we had, and we all had a blast doing it! We also make up games to play with the PAW Patrol toys too, and those are always PAWsome fun! They want me to get more stuff and I wanna get more stuff too so I'm saving up my money so I can buy more, especially more Marshall stuff!

I'm looking forward to seeing Marshall again in movie form in the Mighty Movie later this year...I love his movie design so much! I really hope that after the Mighty Movie they make a movie focused on Marshall since he's the other really popular pup besides Chase (who was the focus of the first movie) and Skye (who is going to be the focus in the Mighty Movie), so it only makes sense for Marshall to be next in line for a movie. I'd be so excited if that happens, especially if we get his backstory in it, because I really wanna see a little baby Marshall like how we saw little baby Chase in the first one...baby Chase was adorable, but seeing baby Marshall would be even more adorable I think (maybe that's just because I'm a massive Marshall fan but whatever 😅).

So that's all! Wow, I wrote a lot this time...sorry about that, I tend to ramble about stuff I really like (like I said before, PAW Patrol is a special interest of mine)...but if you read all the way to the end, you're PAWsome! Also if you read all the way to the end...how'd you get into PAW Patrol...? Who's your favorite pup and why...? Is it Marshall like mine is, or is it someone else...? I wanna get to know you all and maybe find some friends here so that's why I'm asking these questions. I'd be really happy if you answered them, and that's all I have for today! Till next time, Marshall out! ✌️

[splashspeck]

Hello yes, I am bored at work and ended up writing a quick draft of a Clan Kingdoms AU fiction. The start of the Blackfoor/Tawnypelt arranged marriage idea @troutfur helped me figure out.

This is definitely an early draft but, I wanted to share a little of the atmosphere I'm hoping to create.

Also sorry about the format I'm posting on mobile lol

"Blackfoot?" The tom fought back a sigh as he heard a hesitant voice call for him. He'd been about to pluck one of the few frogs they'd managed to get onto the Tigerclan prey pile, but the duty of a deputy was never over it would seem. He carefully brought his expression to neutral and turned to the cat, Cedarpaw. Darkflower's son, a scrawny thing, though Russetfur had been working hard to put some muscle onto the little tom. 

"Yes?"

"Sorry to bother you sir, but… Tigerstar requested you in his den." The apprentice looked shaken, and Blackfoot knew well that their leader had a way of terrorizing cats with only a word, and could only imagine what the young tom had seen or heard to unsettle him. 

"Message received, we'll done Cedarpaw." He meowed, seeing the younger Tom's ears perk up. "I take it Tigerstar hasn't taken his evening prey yet?" The dark gray apprentice shook his head, so Blackfoot grabbed his frog as well as a chubby vole one of the Riverclanners had managed to snag. "Once your duties are done, get some prey and rest. Russetfur will drive you hard tomorrow." He meowed around his burden, earning a nod from the apprentice before striding across Tigerclan's camp. The newer dens were still shoddy, and he made note to get some of the den builders on task tomorrow. Perhaps he'd assign Russetfur and Cedarpaw to that as well. The Tom could use the muscle and Russetfur was a taskmaster of little compare. 

The leaders' den was one of the few dens of solid build, though it was still soggy from the recent rain when Blackfoot slid past the reeds sheltering Tigerstar and Leopardfur's inner sanctum. 

"Tigerstar, apologies for the delay, I figured you hadn't eaten yet." He explained, setting the vole at the tabby's paws. Amber eyes studied him a bit longer than he liked, and Blackfoot noted the addition of the leader's daughter, Tawnypaw, in the den. He'd kept the young Molly close since she'd joined Tigerclan with them, and Blackfoot had been impressed with how well she'd adapted to the new way of life. 

"Thank you, Blackfoot, the gesture is appreciated." Tigerstar's voice cut into Blackfoot's thoughts, and he nodded, carefully keeping his own prey set aside. "I'm sure you have questions about the purpose of this meeting." The dark tabby meowed, his tail swaying lazily in a way that put Blackfoot further on edge. He felt like prey being sized up for a hunt. "It is little surprise that our clan is still suffering the effects of previous leadership mistakes and misfortune. Tigerclan, and even Shadowclan within that, is in need of some positive news for the future, as well as some added security to ensure we are never in that position again." Blackfoot nodded obediently as Tigerstar glanced at his daughter, sitting stiffly at his side. "I have a task that I can only entrust to you two, to ensure our position in the clan and our success for the future." 

Blackfoot's heart dropped and started to pound.

"Sir?" He spoke cautiously, more than a little afraid of what was to come. 

"Tigerclan is to celebrate tomorrow, a feast like those Shadowclan holds for the royal betrothal. I have not seen one, but my mother told me of them. I would want nothing less for my daughter's betrothal." Blackfoot looked to Tawnypaw then, the tortoiseshell molly’s eyes were carefully focused on the ground, and a small scratch was visible on her cheek. Stars she hadn’t even completed her fourth season, Badgerfang would have been older than her had he survived. 

“I’ll ensure the patrols start hunting so we may celebrate as is worthy of such a grand announcement.” Blackfoot answered, only a moment too late. “Who is the tom so honored by this betrothal?” He looked back at Tigerstar then, and saw his fangs glint in the fading light when he gave a mocking grin. 

“Oh Blackfoot, don’t be so bashful.” He purred, standing to pace around the den. “I would align our families, cement for Shadowclan that the line of Tigerstar and the line of Hollyflower are one in our goals to make the best future for Shadowclan. To Ensure that we are never without an heir to the leadership again, and no more mistakes like Nightpelt’s Regency can occur.” He swept past Blackfoot then, weaving around his daughter and tapping her chin with his tail in a not-so-subtle order to raise her head. Green eyes normally so full of determination had gone dull, and Blackfoot knew the feeling of defeat she tried to cover with stony resignation. “And you couldn’t ask for a better Mate. Right, Tawny?” She nodded, still not meeting Blackfoot’s eyes. Blackfoot himself stood stiff, even his tail was held still, as though moving would make this nightmare come reality any more real. 

“I… am honored at being considered, Tigerstar, truly.” Blackfoot finally spoke, and he knew his shock wasn’t covered at all by the smirk on Tigerstar’s muzzle. “But… wouldn’t you want to match her with  a cat more befitting her position? I am a third child, disgraced from my own bloodline-”

“A bloodline that holds no command anymore.” Tigerstar scoffed. “You are the survivor. You followed your Stars Ordained Leaders and lived, your littermates chose to follow a regent the Stars did not recognize, and they were victims on the punishment levied against the clan for this. As to my daughter’s position, I would not pair my daughter to a half-clan bastard, or the child of one of those creatures, nor would I have my bloodline muddied with one of Tallstar’s cowards or the followers of a kittypet usurper. No, this ensures her, and our, place in the clans. Besides,” Amber eyes locked onto yellow and Blackfoot fought to maintain eye contact with his leader. “I would keep my kin close, to ensure my bloodline continues.” He strode towards his nest, grabbing the fat vole as he swept past Tawnypaw. “You two should start to get to know one another, walk her to her den, Blackfoot.” 

“Yes, sir.” Blackfoot answered, stepping aside and grabbing the frog from the floor, though his stomach now roiled in discomfort. “Ma’am.” He mewed as Tawnypaw padded through the reeds, following at a slow pace. The silence was thick, tense with discomfort, and Blackfoot thanked the Stars that he rest of the clan had already retired to their dens. As the apprentice’s den crept closer he stopped, catching Tawnypaw off guard and dipping his head. 

“I’m sorry, Tawnypaw. I’m sure this is not the match you would have hoped for.” He meowed, keeping his eyes low. “I hope not to disappoint you further.” He set the frog at her paws, and carefully touched his nose to her head, between her ears, before turning and padding towards the camp entrance. A glance from the corner of his eye showed the young molly take the prey and slip into the den, likely to concerned denmates. He knew Cedarpaw and Rowanpaw had taken to her, and Dawnpaw was warming to her newer denmates. 

As he approached the camp edges he gave a brief nod to Boulder, taking up the second guard post without a word. 

He wouldn’t sleep that night. Not without the image of his sister, his nephew, his brother and his mother haunting him. Without the sick guilt twisting in his gut like an adder as he thought about the not-even-warrior mate he’d be forced to take. 

[esoteric-terror]

you can't just post your five oc leaders and expect us to not want to know more! do they lead the five canon clans or are these totally new ones? how did shadestar get that scar? what are all their personalities like? Lichenstar looks kind, are they? I want to know more about them, pease share more information about your ocs

fiiiinne if you insist /lh

but yes, they are leaders of the preexisting clans!

ill keep it to just the two u mentioned just to keep it at a reasonable length

ill start with shadestar, leader of shadowclan!

formerly shadestare, hes always been a noble, stoic kind of guy. hes got a low, quiet voice, hes not the type to raise his voice in anger. hes extremely devoted to shadowclan and starclan, hes proud to be their leader, theyve done so much for him and he tries to show his gratitude every single day

the previous leader sent him and 4 other cats on a patrol to investigate a strange scent, which ended up being a pack of foxes (still pending on specifically what the scent was but foxes will be the placeholder for now). the foxes took the lives of the 4 cats he was with and left him critically injured. most notably he lost his left eye and leg, and gained a permanent notch in his tail. he figures it was best he went on that patrol, better four cats dead than 5 right? and starclan obviously wanted, needed, him to live, it was their plan he said.

his clan supported him through and through, they were so patient and willing to help him through his physical and mental trauma. they didnt try to send him to the elders or medicine cat den, they knew he was capable of his normal duties post recovery, but even if he couldnt, he wouldve been appreciated and cared for regardless. it would take getting used to of course, it wouldnt be like it was before, but it was more than possible to create a new normal.

the leader offered him the deputy position after he recovered as an "im sorry for nearly sending you to your death", shadestare didnt really understand why and he never really wanted the position, but the leader, the clan, had faith in him, and he had faith in starclan that this was his destiny, so he took it, and he ascended to leader not long afterwards.

even then he didnt want this, he was granted a rare opportunity and still, it wasnt clicking in his head. he couldnt deny it now, it was at his paws, and he couldnt throw shadowclan into a civil war, not after all theyve done for him. he was going to make it work, for them.

he made his deputy someone who wanted the position much more than he did (have not decided a name for them yet), he only thought it fair to give them the opportunity. they respect each other, no doubt about it, but unfortunately, they dont work well. shadestar isnt a natural leader, hes not very decisive and he needs his hand held. the deputy, is not patient enough for that and its frustrating, understandable, but very very frustrating. they manage though!

~~~

now for lichenstar of thunderclan!

he is a kind guy! his warrior name was lichenpatch!

back in his younger years he was much more of an active leader, in stereotypical thunderclan fashion he would fight for what he believed in and had no trouble if it started a battle, you couldnt change his mind if he actually believed in it.

but now hes the cat equivalent of a 90 year old, his bones dont work that well anymore and hes mellowed out a ton, he just doesnt have it in him to fight anymore if he can avoid it. he wouldnt even say hes in the drivers seat in terms of thunderclan leadership, that roles been largely taken over by his newest deputy, blazefeather, whos very young and is in a better state of mind to make bigger decisions. blaze was made deputy because has a similar fire that lichen did when he was a young warrior, so he trusts his deputys judgement. but while were talking about deputies, lets talk about who had the position before blaze.

lichenstar has had several deputies of course, hes been leading a long time, hes had 4 all together. the one before blaze was cleardawn, a very mature, thoughtful cat, and everyone thought for sure he was going to become clearstar, but then he was murdered (along with a skyclan warrior, ill get into that if i make a similar post for the other 3 leaders), and it was almost certainly by a fellow clan cat.

and this freaks out all of thunderclan, especially lichenstar. he fears it was a thunderclan cat trying to worm their way into the leadership position, mainly because lichen hasnt exactly been secretive about the fact hes on his last life. the thought terrifies him to death, hes been having nightmares about it, and all he can really do is push the thought away because his warriors are loyal, they wouldnt do that to their beloved deputy.

this has pushed him to be a little more active in clan politics. he wants to keep an eye on everything, because what if it was blazefeather? what if it was one of his fellow leaders? he cant be sure, he just needs to play it safe.

~~~

teehee. thats all 4 now. gut bye

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Paw Patrol Appreciation Week 2024

Friday - Catchphrase

Going along with my headcanons about Zuma’s backstory, “Let’s dive in!” is what his previous owner says when it’s time for the surf students to go in the water for practice. Zuma ended up keeping it as a way to always carry his family with him.

He also loves running/racing and it was his own idea to make a reference for it with “Ready, set, get wet!”

[trivijoy]

★ moot appreciation time ! ★

- give a couple moots and says some things you love about them !!

whoever started this kinda ate 🫶🏾

@kelories - MY RIDE OR DIEEE I've known kel for like three years now 💗 my og my biggest fan my best friend fo life right here 😻 SHE NEEDS TO POST MORE THOU?? ILL FLAME U STOP WASTING UR TALENT 🔥🔥🔥 love u kori xxo

@koosuvi - one of my first besties that I met on here and definitely the one I talk with the most 🙈 literally the kindest funniest sweetest person on earth I've literally stayed up for hours talking to her and I'd do it again in a heartbeat 🫶🏾 love u mar xxo

@y-ves - one of the only bg stans I actually have fun talking to 💗 her mbs are almost as fire as her personality ‼️ an icon a legend THE y-ves ?! love u han xxo

@yeritos - tell me who's topping June's humor like let's b serious right neowww I literally can't look at anything paw patrol related without thinking of her 😭 a main slayer frls love u june xxo

@wiotas - mbs send literal shockwaves thru me like how do they never miss EACH TIME???? insanely talented yet so sweet and supportive 💗 love u leo xxo

@isamiracle - yk those people that makes everyone smile w whatever they say? I'm telling yall thas literally rina in a nutshell 🫶🏾🫶🏾 and do you see they blog?? A stunner ‼️ love u rina xxo

@lorlita - such a sweet soul I'll protect with my entire e-life I'm not kidding ☹️ the cutest layouts and mbs too like I can't make this up 💗 love u von xxo

@y-ujin - funny asl had me literally wheezing with tears streaming down my face this one time 😭 always tryna steal joy from me but she's loyal wbkkk 🙈 love u ky 🫶🏾

And sm others I could literally add twenty more but I've been typing all day omg (blame @kelories for being too funny) so if ur one of my moot baes nd ur seeing this I love u too xxo

Trivijoy is making her comeback 😈 be prepared ‼️ (fr this time)