#she's a big ol labrador

[drop--pop--candy]

i understand the pain my dogs move around so much right when i wanna take cute pictures…..

LITERALLY i don't have a single good picture of her bc she is so energetic,,, she is constantly moving around despite being so large lmao

[dracolizardlars]

We are dogsitting Molly again 😄

[theblueboyscout]

How many dogs did you have growing up on the farm and what breeds were they?

The first one was a harrier. A hard-working dog, loved hunting. She was already pretty old when I was a baby so I don't really remember her.

Next was a big ol’ mutt. Part labrador, part who knows what. Loyal as they come and hungry all the time. We also had a border collie later on. Lots of energy, but surprisingly timid. And of course, there's Krypto :)

We had cats too. They pretty much lived outside though, came and went as they pleased. Barn cats, you know? We’d leave food out for them, but they pretty much took care of themselves by keeping the mouse population down.

[feniverse-unfiltered]

Back on my bullshit and adding way more backstory to this one off concept

Introducing: the dog walker Nai AU

(which tbch, really is now more like a "Wolfwood as a small dog owner" AU but the initial concept/baseline plot point is Nai as a dog walker)

Premise: Nai takes up a part time job as a dog walker and he just kinda looks like this (sometimes Legato tags along/helps)

Started cause Rem has a golden retriever that he helps take care of/takes on walks since Rem is usually so busy, and then took off from there cause Vash got two dogs and asked Nai to walk them and then just kept recommending him to friends. He eventually takes up a position at a doggy day care facility

Sometimes he'll take them to the (fenced in) dog park and just let them run wild

There's a lot of swearing and cussing cause some of the dogs are absolute handfuls and play too hard

Dog's and their owners:

Rem owns a friendly and exuberant golden retriever named Stamps. Nai swears Stamps and Vash are the same beings, and often snidely refers to Stamps as "dog Vash" or Vash as "Human Stamps". Rem also treats Stamps like a person more often than not and jokingly refers to him as Nai and Vash's brother

Vash is off living on his own but eventually decides to adopt two dogs, a big friendly Labrador named Muffy and a spunky black Pomeranian named Minnie. He found them at the local shelter, they were a package deal (inseparable) and he fell in love with them almost immediately (jokingly refers to them as "his girls")

Wolfwood has a timid Dachshund named Marbles (Mar/Mari for short). He never planned on getting a dog (much less a tiny dog, egads) but he went with Vash to the shelter to help him find a dog and ended up meeting this tiny little bugger and his heart was immediately stolen. He didn't adopt her the moment he saw her, or the second time, but he couldn't get the sweet pup out of his head and eventually caved only a couple days after that second visit

Meryl and Milly own an old Wirehaired named Ronaldo (actually used to be one of Milly's relatives' dog, but they had to give him up cause they were moving out of the country and couldn't take him)

Em owns a mischievous pitbull named Eve. And some kids next door recently just got puppies named Kiki and Koko

Fen owns two foster failures: a Doberman named Nikolaj (Niko) and a long haired Weimaraner named Levi (Lev). (They're her scary dog privileges)

More about Marbles cause of course I have more to say about that:

She was only 4.5 months old when Wolfwood adopted her (original family had to relinquish her cause they couldn't care for her anymore)

Wolfwood was standing near her cage (leaning against the divider, didn't even realize she was in there) and she just walked up to him and stuck her nose under the fence to sniff/lick his ankle, which startled him at first but then he just squatted down and started petting her. (She won him over with her big ol eyes and sweet personality)

She's a very timid dog, actually very wary of people (especially large men) so the shelter workers were surprised to see how quickly she had warmed up to Wolfwood

He'd deny it but he spoils and coddles her. Nothing but the best for his girl (Vash jokingly calls her Wolfwood's little Princess and it makes him so angry. He does call her Princessa sometimes though). He's also very protective of her, mainly cause she's such a timid dog, and is very careful of who he lets near her (he was wary of letting Nai take care of her, but she surprisingly got along with him fairly well at first. She also warmed up to Vash fairly quickly)

Originally there was a rule about no dogs on the furniture. that rule was forgotten about in less than a month. But No Dogs On the Bed (jk, he let's her sleep on the bed fairly often)

She doesn't bark much, or make much noise at all really, but that changed after she got adopted and when playing with other dog friends (she got much more vocal, though it's clear that she's not used to barking, her bark sounds weird)

Let's her ride on his motorcycle with him (carries her in a doggy backpack, complete with little doggy goggles and a helmet)

She's absolutely terrified of thunderstorms, and most loud noises (and crowds) so he got her an antianxiety vest

Marbles is best friends with Nikolaj, Levi, Muffy and Minnie, and Stamps (Her first time meeting Stamps, the golden put her entire head in his mouth. And Muffy accidentally stepped on her. Her first time meeting Niko and Lev was when Fen was out walking them and passed by Wolfwood on a bench and Marbles just exited bolted out and ran up to these two large dogs, which gave Wolfwood quite the scare.)

Similar incident happened when Nai had taken everybody to the dog park (before he had met Fen/Niko and Lev) and Marbles was just hiding under the bench/behind his legs when suddenly this giant Doberman appeared, staring him down and then Marbles ran out to him and Nai was just sitting there like "oh shit how am I supposed to explain that this guy's dog just willingly became dog chow" only for the two pups to start playing happily together (Fen apologized profusely for the scare)

Other dog thoughts:

Nikolaj is very careful and gentle with the smaller dogs, despite his intimidating demeanor (He is not so gentle with Eve. The two's roughhousing sometimes gets too intense)

Stamps likes to eat socks

Vash calls Muffy Muffin sometimes

Minnie is a scrappy bossy little thing

Eve is a chronic toy destroyer

Ronaldo is just so tired all the time

Nikolaj and Lev have crosses on their collars. Wolfwood asked Fen if she was christian or something and she was like "nah, but I think they are" (She let them choose their own collars and that's what they chose supposedly)

Name the trigun character

[deexchanel]

Caught my eye.

Word Count:

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Fem!Reader.

Warning: Fluff.

Summary: Love at first sight, who doesn't love it.

A/N: Jessie is your bestie name and Butter is your dog name.

"I got to go Jessie, Butter ran off again." Y/N groaned running off behind the labrador retriever. Her dog was jumping on a tall, blonde guy whose muscles bulged out his shirt. She shook her head placing the dog on the leash."Sorry about that, Butter is really friendly."

"No worries, I like her or him." He chuckled, rubbing Butter's head. Y/N glanced up to see what the gentleman looked like. Their eyes met, staring into each other. An intense feeling arose inside them, a smile grew on their face. The feeling of comfort pulled them closer.

"Thor..." He held out his hand for her to shake. She shook it, feeling his rough hands, but Y/N could cuddle it against her face any day. The feeling of it is a feeling she could live with forever. To him, her hands were very soft and delicate.

"Like the one the girls be making fanfiction about?" Y/N gripped on the leash a bit, her eyes still not leaving his. The eye contact was immaculate between them. "You could say that?"

He was confused by what that meant but didn't want to show it. "And your name is?" His smile made her blush.

"I'm..." Y/N's phone buzzed, cutting her sentence off. It was a last-minute catering job and it was a big one. "I-I have to go! See you around?"

His smile drops a little, "I haven't gotten your name!" But Y/N was already off, answering the first of million calls she was going to receive today. Watching her walk away left him in a trance. "She is so beautiful." He mumbled kicking his feet.

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"I'm telling you Cap, she is beautiful. Plus her dog likes me which is a bonus." Thor puts on his suit coat, looking in the mirror. Steve rolled up his sleeves.

"I bet she is, did you get her name?"

"Well, she rushed off before even saying anything so I have no way to tell the voice in the ceiling to find her by name." Thor brushed his hair back into a ponytail, not knowing her name bothered him. Steve could tell how upset he was, he placed a hand on Thor's shoulder.

"It's alright Thor. You'll find her again, just enjoy tonight. She probably might here, you know Stark know everyone."

Thor didn't say anything but prayed to himself that she wasn't one of Tony's failed talking stage. Tonight Tony was throwing one of his infamous parties. From what Thor heard, it was a lot of people coming.

Y/N and Jessie walked into the avenger's towers carrying pans together, "I'm telling you girl his eyes are mesmerizing. I'd pay millions to feel that same feeling again."

"Ole Butter got you a man, remind me to give her more treats when we get home." Both of them laughed, setting the pan down on the table. "But it does sound like you really like him." Jessie looked at her with happiness.

"If you're ready to get back out there in the dating world then I'm ready to support you."

"I think I'm ready." Y/N wiped the table down so it could be cleaned. Jessie placed wine glasses on platters.

"Good cause I'm tired of you being lonely. Go get you some dick girl!"

The two laughed finishing their job so they could leave early. Their boss asked for all hands on deck for Tony's party but it turned out to be too many workers for tonight.

Later the girls walked by each other every chance they had to scope out Thor. "Y/N is that him?" Jessie nudged her shoulder. "What?" Y/N looked around, not paying attention. She bumped into the table making it make a loud noise that grabbed some people's attention including Thor's.

"Her." He mumbled as they caught eyes. That same sensational feeling from earlier grew again. She froze, another waiter that wasn't paying attention ran into her. The food spilled from his platter onto her outfit. She gasps, instantly looking down at the mess that was on her clothes.

Embarrassed she grabbed a random napkin, rubbing the stain even though it made it worse. As long as it kept her eyes distracted from the crowd that was judging. Y/N's eyes filled with tears as found a random bathroom. She dropped to the floor, letting the tears spilled.

"Y/N are you alright??"Jessie rushed into the bathroom, seeing her best friend on the floor in tears. Y/N hugged her tight.

"No, I just embarrassed myself in front of him. Gosh, I'm so stupid!"

"It's alright Y/N. Calm down. He probably didn't even see it."

"Jessie, everyone probably saw including him!"

"Yeah I can't even sugar coat it, you're right." Jessie kissed hef forehead. "Well fuck everyone that judged and made fun. You made one mistake, it's alright. Now I'm going to find someone to give you a shirt then we're going home."

Y/N nodded, wiping her tears."Okay."

Once she left, Y/N stood around as the embarrassing memory played in her head. "Ugh."

There was a knock at the door, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. "Yes?" She said as the door opened coming face to face with Thor.

"Are you alright? I came to see if you were. Your friend Jessie told me you were in here."

Y/N tried to cover up the big stain on her shirt, "I'm alright, uh whenever Jessie get back we're going home."

Thor laughed rubbing his neck," About that, she met Steve and they instantly clicked. Soo, it might be awhile before she comes that's why I'm here to save the day."

Y/N groaned pulling at her hair,"Ugh! How am I going to get out of this? I just want to go home because this food on my skin is so uncomfortable." She rambled until Thor grabbed her hand.

"That's why I said I'm here to save the day...." He stopped so he could finally get her name. Y/N face palmed realizing that she never told him her name. "Y/N. My name is Y/N."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Follow me." He held onto her hand as he begins walking. She blushed following his big frame. Forgetting the party, Y/N got cleaned in Thor's room then they spent half of the night getting to know each other.

Y/N felt like she could tell Thor everything. "He turned into a snake??"She clutched her stomach laughing at the story he told about him and Loki.

"Yes!" He laughed as well. It became a comfortable silence between them after their laughing fit.

"So Y/N will I ever see you again after tonight?"

A smile grew on her face, "Yes! What kind of question is that, I'm having so much fun with you and would love to do it again." Y/N watch as he let go of a breath that he was holding. Finding it funny, she grabbed his hand for reassurance.

"I've told you everything about me. Oh, you aren't going anywhere."

"Good I didn't have plans on leaving." Thor smiled as well as they stared into each other eyes. At this moment, the world didn't matter anymore.

Only them.

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‘Dark and Demon Dogs’

“Haunting the coastline from the Wash to the Deben and beyond, and inland along the Peddars Way into the Brecklands, on marshland roads and mudflats, through the Fens and into the Broads, pads the ancient terror known as Black Shuck. For many hundreds of years the legend of the ghostly black hound has been kept alive and is probably the best known of all East Anglian spectres, still appearing to people today. He is typically seen as a huge, great, black shaggy hound, with blazing red eyes and dragging rattling chains behind him, instilling terror into all he comes upon and considered a portent of impending death or doom by most. Although generally called Black Shuck, he is known by many other names too; the Galleytrot, Old Scarfe, Owd Rugman, Shug Monkey and the Hateful Thing being some, although some form of Shuck or Shuggy is most common. Nor is he always a large black hound, appearing as anything from the size of a Labrador (shrinking into a cat!), a white rabbit in Thetford, to a calf or a donkey and even a monkey on a few occasions. Sometimes he was invisible, only his fierce breath, padding feet, fearful howls or the clanking of his chains giving evidence of his presence. Sometimes he could be seen without his head, but always with his glowing eyes appearing in the middle of where his head should be. One tale from Garveston in Norfolk goes;

‘They du speak of a dog that walks regular. They call him Skeff and his eyes are as big as saucers and blaze wi' fire. He is fair as big as a small wee pony and his coat is all skeffy-like, shaggy coat across, like an old sheep. He has a lane, and a place out of which he come, and he vanish when be bev gone far enough.’

Another informant from the village of Clopton, Suffolk, reported, 'a thing with two saucer eyes', on the road to Woolpit. It would not move out of his way but grew larger and larger as it breathed: 'I shall want you within a week'. The man died the next day.

One Christmas day in the middle of the 19th. Century, Black Shuck pushed against a small, blind boy who was standing on Thetford Bridge with his older sister. The little boy plaintively asked his sister to send the big dog away, but his sister assured him that there was no dog anywhere near them. However, the terrified boy insisted that there was, and that it was trying to push him into the water to drown him. The sister then felt the poor boy being carried away from her; she realised then that what he could feel, and she could not see, must be the terrible Black Shuck that she had heard so much about. Just as her little brother was about to be pushed into the water, she dragged him back from the edge and, hand- in-hand, they rushed off back to their waiting parents at home.

Villagers in the Waveney Valley round about Geldeston call it the ‘Hateful Thing', or the 'Churchyard or Hell-beast'. One old village woman claimed that she saw it one night on the road between Gillingham and Geldeston. She tells the story in the following words;

'It was after I bad been promised to Josh that I saw the Hateful Thing. We met Mrs S. and she started to walk with us. I beard something like a dog running pit-pat-pit- pat-pit-pat. "I wonder what that dog wants", I said to Mrs S. I was walking between Josh and Mrs S. and I lay hold on Mrs S's. arm and she say "It's in front of us; look, there it be." Just in front was what looked like a big, black dog; but it wasn't a dog at all; it was the Hateful Thing and it betokened some great misfortune. It kept on until we came to the churchyard, when it went right through the wall and we saw it no more'.

In Norfolk, Neatishead Lane, near Barton Broad, is a favourite walk of Shuck, as is the cliff path from Beeston, near Sheringham to Overstrand. This recalls the old adjuration in the legend of St. Margaret;

‘Still be though still,

Poorest of all, stern one,

Nor shalt thou, Old Shuck,

Moot with me no more.

But fly, sorrowful thing,

Out of mine eyesight,

And dive thither where thou man

May damage no more.’

A more humorous tale involves the grounding of Noah's Ark on Mulbarton Common, south of Norwich. Scoffers had better not go to Mulbarton. When one village elder was heckled on the point, he replied with some heat;

‘Thass trew! Trew as I stand bere. Where else could it ba' grounded? Aren't this the highest bit o' ground for miles around? When Ole Nick see the Ark be got inter a poont (punt), an' curled his tail up under the thwart and come rowin' around jest as Noah had opened the winder to let the dove in. And Nick sings out: "Mornin' Cap'n Noah. Nice mornin'arter the rain". But ole Noah he sees Nick's tail a-curled up under the thwart an' be sings out: “I know you. You're Owd Shuck! You goo to Hell". And bangs the winder down'.

However, perhaps the most famous accounts of the legend are to be found in Holinshed's Chronicle', an ambitious history of England which was updated to include contemporary events, and a pamphlet entitled A Straunge and Terrible Wunder' written by the Rev. Abraham Fleming, Rector of St. Pancras Church. Both accounts were published in 1577, shortly after the events recorded therein. According to Holinshed's Chronicle;

‘On Sundaie the fourth of August (1577), belween the houres of none and ten of the clocke in the forenone whilest the minister was reading the second lesson in the Parish church of Bliborough (Blythburgh), a towne in Suffolke, a strange and terrible tempest of lightening and thunder strake through the wall of the same church into the ground almost a yard deepe, drave downe all the people on that side above twentie persons, then venting the wall up to the venstre, cleft the doore, and returning to the steeple, rent the timber, brake the chimes, and fled towards Bongie (Bungay), a towne six miles off. The people that were stricken downe were found groueling more than balfe an boure after.......". At Bungay the storm "wroong in sunder the wiers and wheels of the clocks, slue two men which sat in the belfrie, when the other were at the procession or suffrages and scorched an other which hardlie escaped.'

However, Fleming gives the account as starting in Bungay church and includes the infamous Black Shuck;

‘Sunday, being the fourth of this August, in ye yeer of our Lord 1577, to the amazing and singular astonishment of the present bebolders, and abhsent bearers, at a certain towne called Bungay, not past tenne miles distant from the citie of Norwiche, there fell from heaven an exceeding great and terrible tempest sodein and violent..... There were assembled at the same season, to hear divine service and common prayer, according to order, in the parish church (St. Mary's) of the said towne of Bungay, the people thereabouts inhabiting, who were witnesses of the straungeness, the rarenesse and sodenesse of the storm, consisting of rain violently falling, fearful flashes of lightning and terrible cracks of thunder, which came with such unwonted force and power, that to the perceiving of the people...the church did as it were quake and stagger, which struck into the hearts of those that were present, such a sore and sodain feare, that they were in a manner robbed of their right wits.

Immediately hereupon, there appeared in a most horrible similitude and likenesse to the congregation then and there present, a dog as they might discern it, of a black colour; at the sight whereof, together with the feareful flashes of fire which then were seene, moved such admiration in the minds of the assemblie that they thought doomes day was already come.

This black dog, or the divel in such a likenesse (God he knoweth al who worketh all), running all along down the body of the church with great swiftnesse, and incredible haste, among the people, in a visible fourm and shape, passed between two persons, as they were kneeling upon their knees, and occupied in prayer as it seemed, wrung the necks of them bothe in one instant clene backward, in somuch that even at a moment where they kneeled, they strangely died.'

After reflecting somewhat on the wrath of God, he continues;

‘There was at ye same time another wonder wrought; for the same black dog, still continuing and remaining in one and the selfsame shape, passing by another man of the congregation in the church, gave bim such a gripe on the back, that therewith all he was presently withdrawen together and strunk up, as it were a piece of lither scorched in a hot fire; or as the mouth of a purse or bag, drawen together with a string. The man albeit he was in so straunge a taking, dyed not, but as it is thonght is yet alive; whiche thing is mervalous in the eyes of men, und offereth much matter of amasing the minde.

Meanwhile, the Clerk of the church, who had gone outside to clean the guttering, was thrown to the ground during a violent clap of thunder; and at the same time, the wires and wheels of the church clock were 'wrung in sunder and broken in pieces.' Inside the church, the Curate exhorted to prayer and 'comforted the people' until the frightening manifestation of the black hound had passed away, leaving behind it marks on the stones and church door 'which are marvellously renten and torne, ye marks as it were of his clawes or talans.'

According to Fleming, next, on the same morning, in the church of Blythburgh, about twelve miles from Bungay;

'the like thing entred, in the same shape and similitude, where, placing himself upon a maine balke or beum, whereon same ye Rood did stand, sodainly he gave a swinge downe throngh ye church, and there also, as before, slew two men and a lad & burned the hand of another person that was there amang the rest of the company, of whom divers wus blustled. This mischief thus wrought, he flew with wonderful force to no litule feare of the assembly, out of the church in a hideons and bellish likeness.'

The marks of his talons, burned into the inside of the north door of the church, can still be seen today.

Interestingly, archaeologists have recently discovered the skeleton of a massive dog that would have stood 7 feet tall on its hind legs, in the ruins of Leiston Abbey in Suffolk, close to both Bungay and Blythburgh. The remains of the massive dog, which is estimated to have weighed 200 pounds, were found just a few miles from the two churches where Black Shuck killed the worshippers. It appears to have been buried in a shallow grave at precisely the same time as Shuck is said to have been on the loose in this instance.

Coming forward in time, there is a legend of a black dog too, at Blickling Hall, Norfolk. In the 19th century, alterations on the Hall were being made by Lord and Lady Lothian, by the demolition of some partitions in order to form a dining-room;

‘I wish these young people would not pull down the partitions', said an old woman in the village to the local clergyman. Why so?' 'Oh, because of the dog. Don't you know that when A. was fishing in the lake, he caught an enormous fish and that, when it was landed, a great black dog came out of its mouth? They never could get rid of that dog, who kept going round and round in circles inside the house, till they sent for a wise man from London, who opposed the straight lines of the partitions to the lines of the circles and so quieted the dog. But if these young people pull down the partitions, they will let the dog loose again, and there's not a wise man in all London could lay that dog now'.’

This tale is interesting in that it links the occurrence or appearance of the hound with a practical knowledge of geomantic function and is the only tale told of its kind, as far as I am aware. It also links the Black Dog with the liminal area of the lake, which, as we have seen earlier in the chapter, is a gateway to the Other/Underworlds, guarded by supernatural beings; it is possible that the Black Dog may be another one of these guardian entities.

The common name for the black hound, Shuck, is generally considered to derive from the Old English scucca or sceocca, which means a devil/the Devil, a demon or a goblin (the 'sc' in OE being pronounced as 'sh'). There is also the likelihood that it comes from the East Anglian dialect word 'Shucky', meaning shaggy or hairy, a marked characteristic of most descriptions of the Hound. The first known use of the term comes from the Norfolk Chronicle or Gazette, in 1805, in an account by the Rev. E.S. Taylor of Martham as follows;

‘Shuck the Dog-fiend: This phantom I have heard many persons in East Norfolk, and even Cambridgeshire, describe as having seen as a black shaggy dog, with fiery eyes, and of immense size, and who visits churchyards at midnight.’

However, the term was obviously already in use beforehand, but for how long beforehand, no one knows. In regards to the appearance of the phantom in, at or near to churchyards and graveyards, there is another old tradition that is worth noting here. It was customry in years gone by, to bury a black dog in any new graveyard, before any other burials took place. The dog was intended to act as a guardian for the dead who were laid to rest there, and to protect the entrance to the Otherworld, ensuring that none came out – or went in – that were not supposed to. This practice goes back many millennia and is still rumoured to continue today in some areas; the dog is said to be buried in the North, or North-East of the graveyard, the traditional direction of the Dead and the Underworld.

Attempts to explain the origins and nature of the Black Hound have been many, some prosaic and some fantastical. He is said to be the memory of one of Odin's battle hounds, brought over by the Viking raiders in the 9th century. Whilst this may sound appealing, Odin did not have any war or battle hounds, but was accompanied by two wolves, a description never applied to Shuck. It is possible that he is the remains of a 'fetch beast', conjured by the Norse shamans to clear the pathways for their invasions, but there is no remaining evidence for this, however attractive; but the pathways theme is pertinent and I will come back to that in a moment. In the Anglo- Saxon classic, 'Beowulf', previously referred to in the case of Grendel's Dam and the Merewives, the monster Grendel himself is termed a 'scucca' and referred to as master of the fens and moors, some of the very places said to be haunted by Black Shuck in more modern times. He is also linked in popular imagination with the Devil and witchcraft, considered to be the Devil in animal form. Whilst there are recorded cases of the Devil appearing in dog or hound form in Suffolk, the descriptions of Shuck's appearances does not seem to fit any of these. He is often linked with Churches and graveyards, as we have seen, as well as crossroads, being described as coming from, passing over or into, or finishing his perambulations at one or the other; this also links in with the fact that the most recorded instances of sightings/encounters of the hound are on paths, roads, trackways, etc. as mentioned above.

It is these latter aspects of the Black Hound that I think give us the biggest clue to his nature and function; this is either as a guardian of the 'ghost roads' - the energetic and spectral pathways across the Land that guide the spirits of the dead on their way, or lead the spirits of living witches and magical practitioners to locations of power or gatherings of their kind or as a 'psychopomp', guiding the deceased on their last journeys to the Otherworld. It has often been remarked that Black Shuck is nearly always seen walking/padding along or beside a path or trackway and that his presence either heralds or initiates a death or near death experience (sometimes also averting disaster if it is not the person's time to die). It seems highly likely that this Hound is a product of the Living Landscape, given form and function, and imbued with the energy to guard/ guide those souls in need over the liminal point between life and death that we all must pass at some point. That he is given such a form by tradition and local culture only goes to show a living tradition stretching back hundreds, if not thousands, of years, as dogs and hounds have been seen as guardians of the gates of the Underworld for millennia, particularly and especially by the succeeding cultures that have inhabited East Anglia and the rest of these Isles. That he is feared, seen as a/the Devil, shunned and reviled, is only indicative of the lack of understanding of most people of the natural Laws and Ways of the Land and their separation from them.”

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The Devil’s Plantation:

East Anglian Lore, Witchcraft & Folk-Magic

Chapter 2: ‘Mermaids, Giants and Spectral Hounds’

by Nigel G. Pearson

[chaosmax]

"Moki, acquaintance is enough, him and Sera" from the WIP tag game!

@norealgoodbyes

It was rarer that Mokuba came back to Japan these days. And even less did he return to Domino. There wasn’t much reason for him to, for there wasn’t anything to draw him back anymore. His work was usually overseas, but it was one of the rare occasions this time.

The weekend left him with some much needed free time, and of course he spent it doing one of his favorite things: spending quality time with his dog, Shiro. A pretty lithe pale golden half Labrador and something else the shelter hadn’t known. On his off days, Mokuba always spoiled her rotten with attention.

He drew the line at food though, no matter how much she stared up at him with her dark eyes while he ate his bento at the park.

“No, it’s not for you.”

Curses, she upped her game after that, putting a paw on his knee.

Mokuba dug the tennis ball out of his backpack and after glancing to see if anyone was coming he tossed it into the distance for Shiro to chase instead.

She went sprinting after it, but the fun was cut short by it crashing into some bushes and disappearing. She skidded to a halt and stuck her nose into the leaves before giving a bark and scratched at the ground.

Mokuba got up with a groan. But before he’d caught up a passerby was already digging between the branches and pulled the ball out a moment later, returning it to Shiro who took it carefully in her jaws.

“Oh, thanks. It would have been a real tragedy if she’d lost it forever, I’d be forced to stop by the store on the way home,” Mokuba joked.

The young lady who’d retrieved the toy smiled at him and something felt familiar about it. She was much shorter than Mokuba, though that wasn’t saying much with how he towered at six foot eight. Brown eyes and hair, the latter which was up in a loose ponytail, and a golden necklace with a triangle hanging from it.

Mokuba could have gotten knocked over right then by just a nudge of Shiro's snout, but thankfully she spared him from that embarrassment.

“You’re… Diva’s sister.”

Yet Mokuba was in the same boat as her as she quickly looked up at him to stare.

“And you’re Seto Kaiba’s brother,” she said after a pause.

Shiro very helpfully spat out her now slobbery ball into Mokuba’s hand.

“Small world, huh?” Sera remarked as she gave Shiro a belly rub on the ground back near Mokuba’s original spot.

“I think I might enter the lottery after this actually. Domino is pretty big and I only come here sporadically a few times a year,” Mokuba said with a small laugh, trying to not stew in the awkwardness for too long.

◇ ah! So this was an idea I had for a long time in the future Mokuba happening to run into Sera on one of his trips back to Japan (she’s living there on her own for a while for work) Seto died many years ago and they’ve both changed a lot in appearance. Mokuba’s dog, Shiro happens to cause them to re-meet. This Mokuba is struggling since the main person he had companionship with is now gone, he tries to make friends--even force himself to, but it never quite gets to the level of being close with anyone no matter what he does. But then when he semi-monthly starts hanging out with Sera and she doesn’t judge the large gaps in getting together he finds comfort in that. On the outside, it looks like Mokuba should have everything, but he gets hit with strong bouts of loneliness sometimes.

Sure, they have a friendship, but it’s very casual and they don’t often get to see each other due to logistics. Mokuba has a busy schedule working aboard on costume design and his mind just isn’t wired to keep in contact consistently over calls/texts/etc. He asks if this bothers Sera, and while she doesn’t really get it, when they do see each other it’s always enjoyable, and she’s fine with that. Over time, Mokuba realizes simply having acquaintanceship and companionship is enough. I really do want to finish this as feel-good fic, and also to poke fun at the ol’ “two people are friends so they must be dating” thing too. Unfortunately what’s above is as far as I’ve gotten OTL

I love Shiro though, she is goodest gorl.

[tf2-hellhole]

What dog breed would each merc want?

Scout: Staffordshire Bull Terrier

Used to be terrified of pitbulls, but then one of his brothers bought one

He thought the dog would try to bite him but it was really just a sweet, attention-seeking baby

He fell in love with the breed’s big heads and goofy grins

Soldier: Redbone Coonhound

Thinks it’s the most American breed

Convinced that if he were to get one, he could train it to hunt down Russian spies

Wants to name his after George Washington

Pyro: Pomeranian

Fluffy lil babies!!!! He loves them!!!

Loves their barks

He specifically wants one that’s pure white, and wants to name it something like Snowball

Demo: Bearded Collie

He wants a huge dog to lay on him and just engulf him in its soft fur

Love’s the breed’s naturally friendly nature

He and his dog would just have the same personality

Definitely would baby talk and kiss his dog

Heavy: Borzoi

He remembers being a little boy and a man in his village having an old Borzoi he would often sit with and pet

He thinks the breed is easily the most elegant of all dog breeds

Wants a girl, who he will also name Sasha

“Ees my leedle Russian lady! Pleese, pleese get me sum beets.” https://youtu.be/PqiOYis_sTw

Engie: Labrador

He wanted a big, smart, kind dog, and he finds Labs just perfect for him

His dad had one, which is most of why he loves them so much

Will have full fledged conversations with his dog

Sniper: Rat Terrier

You’d think he’d want some big, mean, angry dog, but no

He wants a small hunting dog he can fit in his camper

He loves the breed’s big ol’ ears

Would love to sit with like three in his lap

Medic: Doves, duh

Ew, dogs

Dogs are loud and annoying and will try to eat his beautiful birds! You would NEVER catch him with a stinky dog

Secretly loves Rottweilers, and would love to have two, a brother and sister

Spy: Chihuahua

Tells people he loves French Bulldogs and Poodles, saying they are regal, elegant products of his wonderful country

Don’t tell anyone but he adores Chihuahuas, the fluffy kind specifically.

Has a Chihuahua named Charlotte. She may be 18, have three teeth, and hate everyone other than Spy with a burning passion, but Spy would highkey die for her

I take credit for none of these pictures, none are by me.

[kingofthewolvez]

Favorite and least favorite words? If you could travel anywhere right now where would you go? Do you have any pets?

Ohhh my fav word is “feetpaws” (my furry is showing) it’s so fun I love it >< for least favorite is “tummy” I think it’s just a stupid word :/ If I could go anywhere I’d go to Japan, I think. I’ve wanted to go ever since I was a little kid. I have 3 pets! I have a big ol’ Labrador-Greyhound Mutt named Diamond, she is very nice and energetic and about 5-6 years old. I also have two cats who are siblings and 16 years old. Issac is a domesticated Norweigen forest cat, he’s sweet and quiet. Since he’s domesticated, he’s not as big as an actual forest cat, but he’s still pretty big and VERY fluffy. Ivy is a dilute calico and is actually smaller than average, she prefers to be alone, but she’ll warm up to you with time.

[1800hotlinebizzle]

Chapter One

“Peter! Stop that right now!” I giggle and he continues to nuzzle his nose against my neck. I try to push him away, but his intense UVA lacrosse practices had bulked him up a bit more. His biceps, though they were impressive in high school, had doubled in size and seeing him shirtless was always my greatest secret thrill.

“What? You love it. Plus you smell so good” I scrunch up my nose and this time he lets me push him away. Though a perfect puppy dog pout rests on his face.

“I wish I could say the same for you stinky. Look at you, messing up my sheets!” He frowns and wipes at a grass and dirt stain that would probably never come out of the pristine white ruffles of my bedspread.

“Oops. Sorry… Bae” I cringe. We were trying out pet names to spice up our long distance relationship.

“Take that one off the list” he kisses my neck before smiling almost devilishly.

“Sure thing, babycakes”

“Ew!” He laughs, standing up from my bed. It’s then that we both notice that we had more than a few grass stains to worry about. A green imprint of his ass stared back at the both of us.

“Oh fuck Lara Jean I’m sorry I-” I wave him off and stand up too. I strip off the bedspread and crumple it into a pile on the floor.

“It’s fine. Really, it is. Stormy once told me how to get grass stains out of white clothing. It’s likely the same” Peter laughs recalling the helion of an old lady that I used to keep company.

“What? Don’t tell me Stormy played football!” I blush and shake my head before bending over and picking the bedspread up to throw into the hamper labeled ‘LJ’.

“Oh, no. She slept with a lot of the players though… On the field.” Peter’s eyes go wide the way they do when anyone anywhere even hints at sex.

“Legend” he praises before attempting to sit down on my bed before I yell a quick,

“No!” He holds his hands up in surrender before peeling off his jersey and tossing it across my room. I’m terrified when it lands neatly on top of my roommate Leighton Blair’s pristine monogrammed pillow.

“Shit!” I squeak, racing over to grab it and toss back at Peter. Leighton wasn’t in the room of course, though she never was. Her boyfriend Chad Wellworth was in town visiting from Harvard and she’d, unbeknownst to her parents, rented them a gorgeous bed and breakfast in the vintage area of North Carolina.

“Has she uh, calmed down?” He was referring to Leighton’s EXTREME OCD. I shrug. I was a little distracted by the way his muscled flexed and moved as he walked towards me sans shirt. Was it hot in here?

“Shruggy Covey” he teases and that get a (drool filled) smile from me. He folds his jersey and stuffs it into the extremely nice team athletics bag that all players received before kissing my cheek and abruptly dropping his pants.

“Peter!” I screech, naively covering my eyes as if he’d whipped out his junk then and there.

“What Covey? I’m in my undies see!” I peek through my fingers and sure enough there he stood in tight compression short underwear that left a speck to my imagination. My eyes followed the cutouts of his abdomen before focusing on the trail of hair that disappeared into the shorts.

“I feel like a piece of meat” he jokes before I shake my head and push past him to grab a towel from my dresser so he can shower. I hand a huge blue fluffy one that I had bought just for him because his body was so wide and long I couldn’t imagine him ever getting dry with the small child size ones I used.

“Join me?” He’s only half kidding when he says this, but the 50% is enough to make me blush. We reached a huge milestone a month or so ago. That milestone? Boobs. We were making out in his dorm room and in a rare showcase of boldness I took off my top then I reached behind to unstrap my bra and once it fell he’d looked like a kid on christmas. Not bad for a B cup.

“I already showered.” I say biting my lip and he pulls me in for a kiss.

“Don’t bite your lip like that Covey. Drives me wild.” His voice is husky and deep and I feel the blush spreading all the way to my toes.

“Yeah?” I whisper and he makes a sound in the very back of his throat.

“This will be the fastest shower ever I swear.” He promises racing to my bathroom and shutting the door with a loud bang.

“Hey! Keep it down!” Someone yells from the room nextdoor and I shrug, smile, and sit down on my bed.

“Fresh as hell” Peter boasts once he’s out of the shower and dressed in only a pair of loose fitting flannel pants. I grab a smaller towel and motion for him to come towards me so that I can towel dry his hair. He spreads out on my bed and rests his head in my lap. I bend down to sniff at him and let out a sigh of relief when the smell of sweat and grass is missing.

“Much better,” I say as I dry his hair to the point that it’s a little damp and a lot wavy.

“Should I join a sorority?” I blurt out. He had been thinking about joining a fraternity on his campus and a few days back Leighton and I had been all but ambushed by girls in matching t-shirts.

“You’d be such a hot sorority chick oh my god.” I press the towel across his face until he gasps out ‘mercy!’

“It would look really good on my resume and I mean… I could always use more friends.” Peter scoffs.

“Lara Jean you’re the most popular freshman here” I blush. College had already proved to be different from high school. I’d started my baking club during my first month here, joined the Asian American Association, and even taken up ballroom courses. John Ambrose Mclaren was my partner, but that was something I neglected to tell Peter.

“Official recruitment starts next Wednesday. I was invited. How prestigious is that?” He wrinkles his nose and looks up at me.

“Invited? For the frat events you just… show up. Doesn’t even matter if you're wearing clothes or not”

“Fraternities are kind of gay” I admit teasingly and for a minute Peter gets serious.

“Everyone’s a little gay” he says and I look down at him with questioning eyes. He only shrugs before rolling over like a labrador retriever.

“Hey. Let’s watch a movie. Your pick.”

“I choose… Clueless!” Leighton and I had already watched/ bonded over it a few times.

“Is that the one with the hot white and black chicks?” He asks bluntly and I swat his arm and press my index finger to my nose so that it mimicked a pig snout.

“What! They’re smokin’. Hey be one of them for Halloween we’ll get you a short plaid sk-” I get up from the bed to turn on the tv and DVD player.

“Got snacks?” Peter wonders before shaking his head and scolding himself.

“Nevermind. Meat only diet.” I don’t question him. I never do when it comes to lacrosse. He must be doing something right to have had won ‘Most Valuable Rookie” his starting week. He grabs a blanket from a chair and drapes it over both of us before starting to pepper kisses all over me. I giggle and he laughs and before he relaxes he lets out a sigh.

“What?”

“If you join a sorority and I join a fraternity we will have even less time together” here it was. The vulnerable side of Peter Kavinsky.

“Not true. We’ll have formals to go to and parties to hit up…” He smiles lightly before leaning in for a kiss. It’s urgent, the kind I like the most from him, and with a strike of boldness I swipe my tongue against his lips and initiate a french kiss. We’d done that before, but recently Peter had brought up how ‘sexy’ it was for girls to make the first move. I didn’t forget anything easily, or ever. We pull away for air just as Cher begins to make her opening monologue.

“Fuck my diet. Just for today. Let’s get a pizza”

“Peter…” But he is already dialing.

“I’ll get a meat lovers. Same thing as a big ole steak” I shake my head.

“I want mozzarella sticks” I say in defeat and he smiles and nods.

“That’s my fucking girl.”

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[queenklu]

So You Think You Can Dragon pt15: THE END

Part 1&2 | Part 14

I can’t believe we’ve made it. 

Int. Night Before the Battle:

Morrigan: What if I told you there’s a way to make sure the demon dies and it doesn’t kill you or Alistaire or Cannonfodder McDeadsoon (the third grey warden he doesn’t even go here)? 

Magnus: Heck yeah, sign me up! 

Morrigan: Fantastic, all you’ve gotta do is bang me.

Magnus: 

Morrigan: It’s genuinely no big deal, we’ll just conceive a child and then the demon when it’s looking for a host will jump into this infinitessimally small not even barely a cluster of cells 

Magnus: and then....you miscarry right and it’s dead that....way.......? 

Me: I can’t believe this game is sort of endorsing abortion but o--

Morrigan: Oh no the baby will be fine and grow up big and strong and definitely probably not evil? probably? 

Me: What in the FUCK is HAPPENING

Magnus: Okay but I feel like we’re glossing over the fact that I’m REAL GAY

Morrigan: does Zevran want you to DIE TOMORROW or bang one chick tonight? ;)

Magnus: I think we both know the answer to that but I still wish this game gave me the option to ASK

I let Morrigan know this is a garbage decision and I don’t want to do it, and she says the only other option is if she bangs ALISTAIRE. JFC. HEIR TO THE THRONE, DUMB AS A LABRADOR AND TWICE AS LOYAL, A L I S T A I R E

Magnus: Uhhh buddy? do you....wanttobangmorrigan?

Alistaire: da fuq

Magnus: you’rerightpretendineversaidanythingnevermindbye

Alistaire: Thank GOD you were joking HAHAHAHA

Me: oh my god what the FUCK do I do I AM NOT READY TO BE A FATHER

So. In the most cringe worthy bullshit thing I ever had to do in this whackado video game....for the good of THE WORLD.....I.........slept *gag* with Morrigan.

“that sure is the face of a guy who isn’t being coerced into sex” -- no one

I....just............Dragon Age why

Note: I did almost do all this bullshit for nothing bc some guy was all “Who do you want to bring with you on the last boss battle?” and i’m like “WYNNE” bc I figure we’ll need healing Real Bad and then Morrigan’s like “All that for nothing?? Well I’m gonna LEAVE THIS BATTLE RIGHT NOW” and i had to go back a save point -.-

Oh. You Know What Else I Found Out. In The Last Battle. 

I HAVE BEEN DELETING SKILLS TO FIT THE MOST IMPORTANT ONES THE WHOLE!!! TIME!!!!!!!!! I THOUGHT!!!! WE HAD FINITE!!!! SLOTS!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“This is fine.” - Magnus

It only took me losing the first fight several times to realize there was a little box in the corner where I could call for help from the dwarves/men/elves who’d promised to help. Also with Morrigan’s lightning storm spell taking out all of the darkspawn grunts who walk into it and immediately die, so. Morrigan WAS good to have in the fight. 

AND ALSO the last battle had BASICALLY CANNONS and the dragon mostly held still and just got...shot. But not before chomping Grey Warden Cannonfodder McDeadsoon. 

I’m...honestly I’m just assuming the spirit thing worked and the demon jumped into Morrigan’s microscopic baby??? The graphics were real unclear. She also super bounced as soon as the fighting was done. 

And then...it was over. 

Alistaire offered me anything in his power, which was nice, but also not the bi-curious makeout session Magnus was hoping for. Wynne’s gonna stay behind and help him be king, which is GOOD, boy needs all the help he can get. Leliana’s off to fake!France, Sten is back to his homeland, asshole dwarf is going to drink himself to an early grave, and Zevran...

FLASHBACK TO THE BATTLE: 

Zevran: So...you’re not taking me with you? 

Magnus: I’ve got three slots, two of which have to be Morrigan and Alistaire, the other one has to be a tank, babe, and I think we can all agree that ain’t you

Zevran: True. Still, I would have fought with you...to the end. 

Magnus: Hey Zevran? I love you.

Zevran: [A DIRECT QUOTE] “Ah. Cruel to the end.” *moonwalks off to fight*

Me/Magnus: ....why 

END FLASHBACK / PRESENT DAY: 

Zevran: I’m probably going to get killed by Crows one day, even though we killed everyone who knew about me deserting, so I should probably move around a lot to keep that from happening

Magnus: ...kay

Zevran: But you’re going to stay here, right?

Magnus: Not without you.

Zevran: Then we stay. And we fight anyone who comes at us together, yes?

Magnus: *with heart-shaped tears dripping from his eyes* y-yeah *sniffle* 

What’s his name, Magnus’s brother who’s wife and kid got slain at the start of the game: Hey bro

Magnus: Who in the fuck are you

CREDITS ROLL:

AND LO, THE KINGDOM WAS MOSTLY OKAY. THE DWARVES WERE STILL MORONS WITH A BROKEN SYSTEM OF GOVERNMENT THAT CRUMPLED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE NEW KING DIED. BUT THINGS GOT NICER FOR THE ELVES IN TOWN, AND ALSO KIND OF FOR THE WOOD ELVES BUT A LITTLE BIT LESS. ALISTAIRE WAS A GOOD KING, WHICH SURPRISED EVERYONE. MORRIGAN WAS NEVER SEEN AGAIN (OR WAS SHE) AND SHE WAS MAYBE PREGNANT (WHO SPIED ON US). UHHHH NOBODY ELSE GOT MENTIONED. I BET THEY DIDN’T WANT TO TELL ME THAT ZEVRAN AND I DIDN’T WORK OUT IN THE LONG RUN. LOOK I KNOW HE’S WILD AND FREE AND ALSO NEEDS ALL THE THERAPY. OH AND I GUESS THE CIRCLE’S DOING OKAY. DAGMA THE DWARF GOT A SHOUTOUT BUT NOT STEN OR LELIANA. HISTORY FORGOT ABOUT THEM I GUESS. THAT’S BULLSHIT. ANYWAY. I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE ACADEMY, AND ALSO MY DASH FOR PUTTING UP WITH THESE RAMBLING RECAPS OF A DECADE-OLD VIDEO GAME. I’D LIKE TO PLAY THE NEXT ONE NOW THAT I’M AN ~EXPERT.~ AND I GUESS SINCE THE GAME DIDN’T GIVE ME MUCH OF AN ENDING I’LL GIVE MAGNUS ONE MYSELF: HE LIVED A GOOD LONG LIFE, LONGER THAN ANYONE EXPECTED, AND WHEN HE AND ZEVRAN LOVINGLY PARTED WAYS HE FOUND A GOOD OL’ BOY WITH WAY LESS BAGGAGE AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER, AND ONE TIME ALISTAIRE GOT DRUNK AND SMOOCHED HIM AND GOT ALL BLUSHY AFTERWARD BUT DECIDED THEY’D BE BETTER AS FRIENDS. 

THE

END

[rogueslove]

Question of the Week Results

Q: If Rogue got a pet, what animal would it be?

A: It looks like the overwhelming consensus is that she’d get a dog. . .

“She strikes me as a dog person”

“I think she dreams about labrador retriever because they are very playful and give soo much love to everyone. But only if she could control her powers because dogs don't control their love to their owners and they kiss them all the time. P.S.: I don't think she could want some pets like fishes or a parrot/budgie.”

“Def a dog.”

“Dog or owl“

“Big ol floppy eared bloodhound”

“a dog and a big one, not those tiny ones”

“Rogue had a dog named Gus if I'm not mistaken. So I guess she'd get a puppy.”

“My headcanon: None of the X-Men have pets (no, Lockheed is a friend, not a pet, as Kitty pointed out in UXM #168) because you never know when their home base is attacked & destroyed next. Raven & Irene did not allow Rogue to have a pet when she was a kid (they wanted to be prepared to move at a moment's notice), so Rogue went to the neighbors to play with their dog, rather like Rerun with Snoopy in PEANUTS. IIRC the only time Rogue was shown with a pet in the mainstream timeline (Earth-616) was when she was walking a dog she had as "Claire" in Pleasant Hill in Uncanny Avengers #008.”

“It's weird but I think Rogue would have a pet hedgehog.” 

[stenka-razin]

His name was Professor Thomas Dowdin but we all called him Professor Nutbutter on account of he owned the local sweet shop by the same name. As kids we all spent a great deal of time hanging about the shop, consuming as many savory treats as we could afford. Many a Saturday afternoon was spent scouring the neighborhood in search of "return for deposit" pop bottles in hopes that we could muster up enough change for one of the Professor's "nutbutter and jam" sandwiches. That was the shop specialty. Besides all the marvelous candies and whatnot, the shop had an assortment of spreads made from various nuts as well as an array of jams and jellies. One could have a sandwich made from almond butter and apricot, or perhaps a peanut butter and pineapple, or my favorite - cashew butter and blackberry with sliced banana. Washed down with a large glass of chocolate milk, it was quite a delightful experience for young boy growing up in the small town of Meeklyville. I went to grade school with his son Elvin. Elvin Dowdin was a smart kid. We called him Half-pint on account of he was the smallest kid in the fifth grade. Everyone liked Half-pint. Whenever it was somebody's birthday Miss Hudson, our teacher, would let us have an extra long lunch and Half-pint would bring in all kinds of sandwiches and treats from his father's shop. Another thing that kept us all hanging around with ol' Half-pint was the fact that the Dowdin's always had an abundance of puppies to play with. Whenever you went to the shop you could be assured that there were at least a half dozen or so yellow lab pups scampering about. And they were all so smart. Unbelievably smart, and well-behaved for fluffy little pups. One day I asked, "Hey, Half-pint, how come you guys got so many pups all the time?" He said, "Well my dad don't like dogs, only pups." Then I said, "Well what do you do when they grow up?" Half-pint said, "What ya mean?" As time passed we all began to notice things. I was in the eighth grade and puberty was setting in. I'd grown what seemed like a foot and a half in just a matter of months. But Half-pint, he was still the same. In fact he was the same size I always remembered him. As I was getting older I didn't go by the sweet shop near as much but on occasion I got a craving for nutbutter sandwiches and chocolate milk. It seemed each time I went by the shop there were fewer and fewer pups. And the ones that were there looked tired and listless. When I was thirteen my family moved to Drayton. It was a good distance away from Meeklyville, but still in Barkley County. I graduated from Dooley High and went on to college at State. I didn't think much of my days in Meeklyville until one day in my senior year. I wasn't a very good student. In actuality, if it weren't for the fact that I was the fastest guy on the swim team I think they would have drummed me out two years prior. Most of my classes were novelty classes; basket weaving 101, crafts, things like that. But I had to pass biology to graduate. My tutor was Ellen Farnsworth, known to me, and probably many others, as the cheerleader with the largest breasts. She was helping me prep for a big exam. I was listening as she read. Not really hearing what she said as much as watching her lips and fantasizing. It wasn't until the words "Professor Thomas Dowdin" sprang from her mouth that I was thrust back into reality. "What?" I said. She read from an old article that spoke of a college professor in the East, an entomologist, who claimed that studies done with the common inch worm could be related with some forms of dwarfism. It went on to say that experiments which stunted the growth of some half dozen or so young Labradors was considered "highly irregular" by the scientific community. When questioned, Professor Dowdin replied, "I don't like dogs, but everyone likes puppies." When rumors of human experimentation began to circulate, the Professor mysteriously disappeared and all research in that area was halted. It wasn't until many years later that I returned to Meeklyville. It had become a bit of a tourist stop on account of it being an old logging town at the turn of the century. Spending my day wandering around reminiscing, I avoided the sweet shop more subconsciously, of course Professor Dowdin had long since passed away. I couldn't help but take a glance at the shop as I drove out of town. And there, on the porch, sat the familiar figure of Elvin "Half-pint" Dowdin. Looking the same as he did in Miss Hudson's fifth grade class. Only a bit more tired and listless.

[oh-mother-of-darkness]

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Anonymous said: Holy frick that is so encouraging and I needed that so much bc I literally visited my college to measure my dorm room and drove home in tears bc I panicked myself into a frenzy about whether or not everything leading me to this point has been a mistake and what if I fail and ruin my life before it even starts (I have since calmed down a little) so your encouragement was much needed & is much appreciated

I’m glad I could help <3 <3 <3 Good luck at school! I’m sure you’ll kick its ass

areverieofchaosdreams said: It's Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day. So thank you for all your amazing stories!!!

Oh goodness I’m all a blushin :’)

Anonymous said: *HAPPY WRITER APPRECIATION DAY* Send this to someone whose talent has blown you away, who you'd like to encourage to keep on writing always, and who you'd like to thank for working their butt off to provide fandom members with breathtaking stories to consume! THANK YOU :D

Aw thank you!

Anonymous said: Hi! I Hope you're well! Do you still take fic requests? Because I really miss Colin Wilkes and I'd love to a story of him with your writing!

Unfortunately I don’t often take requests these days, but I’ll definitely keep Colin in mind!

dirtycherrypie said: hey! applying for WE for the R&D department (may or may not be aware of producing bat gadgets)

dirtycherrypie said: SHit forgot my name - Bea, at your service!

[Bruce Wayne voice] hired

tigers-and-weeds said: Literally just fell down the rabbit hole on your tumblr for the last 12-24 hours. I am in love with with you headcannons and fics! The angst feeds my soul... So I figured I would request: anything angsty with Dick and Damian please please please

Okay again I don’t usually take fic requests BUT I like me some angst so the odds that this will eventually happen.... are extremely high. I’ll try to remember to dedicate the next one to you :) And thank you!

math--ew said: I went on a little birthday vacation to california and I've never been to the beach before. I was bending down to grab a pretty shell and this huge wave knocked me face first into the sand. Like, five people saw and laghed but I got the shell so I guess it's a win win.

Duuuude back at Lake Michigan last month the same thing happened to me. I was taking care of my little sister and her five year old friend, so I was so busy making sure they were okay that the wave plowed me halfway across the beach

babybatbrat said: when i was in ap physics i once spent an entire study period in my physics teacher's room working on one problem. as far as i could tell i was doing all of the work correctly and had all the initial values right so i was racking my brain trying to figure out why i wasn't getting the right answer. the third time i went up to my teacher and asked for help he told me to start at the beginning and walk him through my process bc he couldn't tell why i was getting it wrong either (1)

babybatbrat said: (2) so i start the problem and explain how i got through all the values - "okay so the rod is 5 inches long and half of 5 is 3 and a half -" and i stopped there bc it occurred to me that 3.5 is not half of 5. "it's what?" My teacher asks. i put my head in my hands and stood there for a minute before picking up my work and walking to the back of the classroom while he laughed, bc i had just spent 45 minutes convinced that half of 5 was 3.5 and not, in fact, 2.5, and that was the only thing wrong

Honestly??? Relatable

babybatbrat said: One time i woke up at six in the morning to hear the neighbor's dog barking and instantly realized that meant my dog had jumped the fence, so i went racing outside and sprinted down the street to catch her. when i did i picked her up and turned around to go home and then saw my neighbor standing on their front porch, realized i was in only an oversized spiderman tshirt and snowman pajama shorts, holding a twenty pound labrador and thats how i met my new neighbors

Incredible...... 10/10.....

thrakaboom said: Not a funny story,but two days ago at comic con I met Tom King and he showed me a picture of his kids while he was signing my books

Well hey that’s pretty cool

Anonymous said: I adore your Tumblr. It was a wonderful way to get into the Batfamily fanbase; prior, I thought that there was only one Batman and a single Robin, dearie me was I wrong. And those stories you write, just great. The Headcanons are just as enjoyable. As for Batman, that has come to be a sibling enjoyment. Thank you for your contributions and existence!

!!!!!! Welcome to the crew!

frnkensteingrrrlz said: hey!!! i just went through ur reasons to be happy tag and!! i'm so so happy bc of it (esp the damian hcs, they're spot on imo and he's my favourite) so i hope u have a good day!!!

Thanks! I am having a good day today! Although I’m sure it’s been a long time since you sent this :////

Anonymous said: HELLO I have just discovered and binge-read all of your fics with my homeboy Damian in them, and just wanted to pop by and say that I love you & you are my hero & you write my boy so well so thank u and I hope your life is blessed & you achieve your wildest hopes & dreams

My day is made :D

badfaith00 said: Best batman storyline you've ever read ?

Ooooooh hm I’m mighty attached to n52 Batman and Robin? Particularly the first storyline, but the second is also fantastic

Anonymous said: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHAMELESSLY REBLOGGING YOUR OWN WORK BC I HADNT SEEN IT BEFORE AND ITS HONESTLY SO PHENOMENAL ITS GOING ON MY LIST OF ALL TIME FAVORITES THANK U AND BLESS U

THANK YOU!!! THAT ONE IS MY FAVORITE AND I AM VERY PROUD OF IT

onwardmotley said: In today's Detective Comics someone finally told Bruce and co that Tim's alive. They didn't explain where he is, or how to get him back, but hey. It might've had more impact if anyone was seen actually mourning Tim and it wasn't just played as him being in cosmic time out, but at least it should end soon idk. Hopefully.

Tim Drake? It’s been years since I heard that name.....

Finally. Thank goodness.

Anonymous said: Idk if I prefer your soul crushing angst or your heartwarming fluff... actually I like to suffer so I'll stay with angst lol

Y’all seeing this? Anon gave me permission. Can’t yell at me next time because it won't be my fault (thanks babe :))

Anonymous said: for music, idk what kind of music u like so here is variety: St. Vincent - Paris is Burning, Sea Wolf - Dear Fellow Traveler (tbh everything by Sea Wolf is great), Dirt Poor Robins - Eleanor Rigby, Between Wind and Water- HAEL, Ellem - Kings and Queens and Vagabonds, The Rigs - Rise & Fall, Tally Hall - Light and Night, and Streetlight Manifesto - The Hands that Thieve.

Thank you! I’m excited to listen to these! I’ll start right now!

Anonymous said: 1) What are the good comics to read for Batfamily stuff (from any point in time) and 2) what are the best Jason Todd comics? Thanks!

Okay for Jason I would definitely start with the big ones, which are A Death In the Family and Under the Red Hood. After that you could try Red Hood: the Lost Days and Countdown to Final Crisis. I would avoid the n52 series until you have a good enough grasp of the character to recognize bad writing when you see it. 

For the generalized batfam.... that’s pretty broad. My personal favorites are Red Robin, Batgirl (2009), and both B&R series. If you have more specific questions, you should IM me! I promise I’m better about answering those than asks

yellowwallsbluesky said: Have you heard Swooner by The Zolas? I've really been jamming to it lately

Listening to it right now! Sounds like a bop so far :)

Anonymous said: Hidden citizens paint it black 💜

Much obliged!

Anonymous said: Harry styles "sign of the times".

[adds to list] thank you!

neo669 said: I MISS CASA OLE!! Sorry just read that you lived in Bryan/College Station and I used to live there as well. It's kinda hard to find people that even know that it exists. But I'm sure you can kick law schools butt. You got this!

Yooooooo I miss cstat too :((((

palliddark said: Adalgiza, and I'll be a translator (English to Brazilian Portuguese)

[Bruce Wayne voice] also hired

maeofthedead said: I love your headcannons and now I sort of want to cry thank

Excellent that is the exact target response 

Anonymous said: Love your rant in the tags about the pizza making I'm laughing so hard

Listen..... I have strong feelings

Anonymous said: Did you hear they're making an omnibus of Tomasi's entire run on Batman & Robin?? I just heard and now I kinda want to get this massive book in honor of my favorite batkid and the series that made me love him so much

Man I already have all the individual volumes but if I didn’t......

sonicboom00724601 said: Hi. :) Nice headcanon. :)

I’m not sure which one you’re talking about, but thank you! You're real sweet

Anonymous said: can you maybe write an interaction between Wonder Woman and Captain America? I absolutely adore your style and would love to see your take on it.

Hmmmm I don’t really have a good enough grasp of Captain America’s characterization to try that one :////

Anonymous said: i tried to kill on mosquito that was on my ceiling by slamming it with a book but mosquito was on the move so i bounced swiftly and jammed both my wrist and thumb and now my existence is Pain. also my thumbs swelling and looks purple, so that's nice

Oh shit anon you good???

daziy said: Do we know who Barbara's mother usually is?

Yeah! In her original version, Babs had a birth mom and an adopted mom. She was originally Jim’s niece, so her birth mom’s name was Thelma Gordon. After the adoption, her parents were Jim and Barbara Gordon, with her adopted mother being her namesake. So two Barbara Gordons.

I think for awhile the canon was that her mother died in a car crash, but the current version has her still alive. She left Jim when Babs was young, taking her son (Babs’s brother) with her. James Gordon (the son) turned out to be a serial killer. 

Barbara Gordon Sr. and James Gordon Jr. both appeared in the n52 Batgirl series during the Death of the Family arc. There’s also a very good story about James from the Dickbats period. That one’s called The Black Mirror, if I’m not mistaken?

Anonymous said: Hi! What do you think of the upcoming metal event? Dick and Damian seem to have a big role in it ( I hope Jason is involved too but there's still no sign of it)

Hmmmm I don’t know that I have an opinion just yet, but as always, I hope to be pleasantly surprised 

Anonymous said: bless you are your wonderful tagging system. know that i may have avoided death because of how easy it was to f ind the thing I wanted in your tags. bless

Oh goodness anon I hope you’re not serious about almost dying.... but thanks?

Anonymous said: hi amy! would u say that damians narrative is written as a child abuse one? like there are definitely many allusions to it but its also not as explicit as say, cassandra or rose. like how much of it would u chalk up to comic world dynamics and how much to actual abuse? also would u consider jason to also be a case of this?

Oh I have very strong opinions about the role of abuse in Damian’s narrative. It’s absolutely there, and the effects are staggeringly large. There is no doubt in my mind that the league was an abusive environment, and I can’t justify some of the things Bruce did either.

I think I would say the same thing for Jason, if not quite as strongly. I definitely think that some of the things that happened to Jason as a child shaped his story later on, but less of those were abuse than outside circumstances. The n52 takes a different track on that one, I think, but I don’t put much stock in that characterization. 

Anonymous said: has jason forgiven bruce for not killing joker? if so, what made him?

Unlikely. They get along better these days, but I would argue that comes from poor characterization of Bruce, not an actual resolution process. 

mellenabrave said: My mom accidentlly threw my Damian doll away (╥_╥)

Tossed in the garbage by yet another parent--

Anonymous said: Whoa where'd you get that bat and oracle shirt you're wearing in your necklace pic? It's so cool! (The necklace is also gorgeous!)

Shoot I think it was from Redbubble? But I can’t find it now

Anonymous said: Omg that necklace was so cool!!! Kudos to the maker of it!! Also I really like your top!!

Thank you <3

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Last week you read about life off The farm called "Blue Bell - don" This week's a silly story, 'bout Winter HERE, and who has come... For many neighbours in this valley Pop by for words of praise Or blessings of encouragement To get us through cold days. ************************************* Last June, our Smitty, "RESCUE DOG", Took a hunk of Eileen's arm (Eileen lives just up the hill On the neighb'ring Danish farm). But since then, Eileen's persisted In attempts to "Buddy Up" With our Labrador/Rottweiler cross, So abused as a young pup. Quite early on many a winter's morn And when my bare ass hangs off our bed, Eileen and Thunder, her fat old pooch Pass right by my window ledge! And traverse to our side porch Purpose : "Can Smitty come and play?" And in pajamas, Richard porch-leans And thus in bright sunshine will stay And visit while the dogs scoot 'round And Smitty gives Eileen a slurp To say he's ever so sorry - Then jogs off with a belch and a burp!

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But Thunder doesn't like 'being used' As a distraction or a foil For his mistress, to make another friend... It rather makes his old blood boil!

So off he totters back up hill And Eileen must quickly trot She once more passes the big window But this time I'm 'out of cot' ! For the less one sees of my repose With menopausal flashes The happier one will usually be- NOT to see protruding asses! Speaking of 'behind' the times Every Thursday Mom enjoys Offering, like in days of old, Piano lessons to teen boys Who want creative outlet In this remote mountain vale And often in the kitchen Our entertaining will prevail As one mother we'll call Fairlight Who's a hermit quite like me But feels her son should benefit: He plays; she has a cup of tea! On Sundays, it's off to St. Peter's For miles you can see the steeple As it sits up there on Clockedahl Hill And beckons all Danish people. This year, its special hundredth Is a time we will rejoice And celebrate its history With song in much-raised voice We appreciate its craftsmanship And the beauty of its wood We enjoy the parish folk so much -- They're welcoming, warm and good.

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  A neighbouring town is Plaster Rock And is famous for two sites The place where massive ferns will grow... (Read of this in my future writes), And the world site of Pond Hockey Where every Febr'ary cold Hundreds of teams from 'round the globe Play on the small lake of old. In fact, it too celebrates this week It's in its one hundred-FIFTIETH year! Since 1867, teams have skated On that ice so sheer. Teams named with silly humour Like "Pond Scum" and "Timber Twats" Or, one of our favourite names: "The Raggedy-ass River Rats" ! There are teams of men, but ladies too And they're all TOUGH, outside the tent Where beer is poured quite freely At this world-renown event. How often in the winter Do you see an outdoor sport Where the loos are placed in snowdrifts And the players roughly cavort RIGHT beside Joe Public Which is why the nets are tiny (Though Richard had a puck zip by And he fell right on his hiney!)

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  Meetings in small communities In the rural countryside Are another way of getting involved And taking some local pride. While Richard worked the potato fields Last fall, to feel a part I'm now off to meetings galore Historic, Planning and Horse Club, to start! While Founder's Day celebrations With parade, barbeque and dance Are traditionally planned, I don't see how A tomboy like me could enhance A BEAUTY PAGEANT? of teenage girls Who will dress up and model and pose. All I know is grubbies and sweatshirts NOT lace, and sequins, and hose!

And while a saddle club's more my style I can't seem to find the straight path Everyone argues and thinks they're right (Mostly women, who cat-fight with wrath!)

Saddle Clubbed-to-Death

Pretending we all get along…

So, I'm not sure how long I'll be meeting In these groups where I've tried to fit in But I'll give it a go, for this year at least, Do duties with tongue-in-cheek grin. Another winter-time delight In mountain-country deep (Other than waiting for spring to come By reading oneself to sleep!) Is having neighbours over To play games into the night But this week, we were brought to realize That mere Scrabble evokes a good FIGHT! For many years I've struggled To beat Richard at this game, A few times I've come close But more often, I admit with shame That though I'm a teacher of English He can whump me by a mile And as he's most competitive I don't always end with a smile. Joy bought me a version that SHOULD have helped more But, until this year, it Did NOT bring me to fore:

However, just this winter I've finally learned to beat That man I call my partner Whose NOT happy in defeat! And this weekend we found out That ANOTHER man is faster And of equal strength to Richard's - And THAT man's our meekest pastor!

His wife, like me, got angry, And I understood her scorn As myself, the organist, (and Richard, too!) Began to feel forlorn. That vicar is competitive! Just like ole Rich, he sits And plans so many moves ahead While we just take the hits.

Richard at work trying to beat all…

    Despite extra points for authors' names Or a literary phrase (The pastor's wife got "Dante" Which SHOULD have put him in a daze As it was like the devil himself From the famed Inferno came To visit the board and take over at will... -But Pastor STILL won the game!) While all this serious intellect Went on beside our fire Down the hall were bellows and grunts And great yells of "You're a LIAR!" As Balderdash was loudly played And later, "Dirty Marbles". So, we took deep breaths and calmed ourselves To ease the tension of these squabbles. "Everyone to the living room!" I called, for my favourite time Is when drama and hilarity Team with parlour games of rhyme, Or witty word games, acted out. Thus, within this larger group Charades became the favourite Of this New Denmark troupe. But again, like Richard, Vicar sought To beat my team right out (Both from Ontario with German surnames - Could THAT be what this is about?) How could my team of thespians Act out "Titanic", or "Moby Dick" Without pointing to body parts That were embarrassing in front of The Vic? But HE had no compunction About hurling himself to the floor And writhing about with urgency To try and get the top score!

******************************************* Ah, the long days of winter, then Have been thusly passed with ease As long as the dogs don't bite And pastors continue to tease. For whether or not my butt is seen After 9, either day or at night. When Thunder's coerced to go for a walk And Eileen might be in for a sight, And whether or not hot chocolate Isn't drunk as much as the liquor It takes for Peter to do "Titanic" With his nipples, in front of the Vicar, We'll always get through the storms Of this 'time on hold' of all seasons In the hill-billy mountains of N.B. With our Raggy-ass River-Rat Reasons! - J. Ivanel Johnson, 2017

  The Vilified Vicar and the Coerced Canine Last week you read about life off The farm called "Blue Bell - don" This week's a silly story, 'bout Winter HERE, and who has come...