#snapping and barking and biting

[yuutaguro]

i just think that-

[izzy140105]

ARF!!👹 ARF!!👹 ARF!!👹 ARF!!👹

[nugulover69]

I need Lango/Rango or however we’re spelling his name to show up more and quickly so a mean older monster man wearing all black who ISN’T Jiro from dogshit shitass show Kiva can rent out space in my frontal cortex instead

[danosrosegarden]

resonating nice and clear with the nasty dog community, i see

sir mix a lot was right. i ain't nothing but a nasty dog

[tamedgod]

ughhhhhh i've been talking on discord about how hard haru is on herself and now it's really on my brain!!!! the way she beats herself up over her brother and what she perceives to be failing her family. how even though she feels that way, she NEVER openly shows it to anyone, breaking and crying and raging ONLY when she's alone. a cat hiding its pain from those that care for it, until the people who surround her find out too late just how bad of shape she is truly in. and if someone tries to pry at her, she will almost always lash out in response!!!! she has so much patience and grace and love to give others, but precious little to give herself when it comes to letting those she cares about down. i'm just feeling insane about it right now!!!!!!!!!!

[traumatizedjaguar]

Gentle reminder, it’s completely okay and normal to have violent and homicidal thoughts toward your abusers.

[robinsnest2111]

okay sooooooo I somehow got my hands on the cheese dispenser manual and apparently we're not following proper maintenance protocol as detailed in the instructions (like with so many of the machines at work tbh. WHY IS NO ONE READING THE DAMN INSTRUCTIONS)

and apparently the part of the machines that's giving us trouble is supposed to be removed, thoroughly cleaned and reattached at least once a week???? and idk if we've got a dedicated educated worker doing that in secret or if no one's read the manual and no one's actually done the proper cleaning routine ever????? uhhhhh

don't wanna be a disruptive force at work on purpose (at least not more than I am on accident sometimes oops) but I would looove to print out the manual and ask the managers about that weekly maintenance passage ngl

but the incessant need to FIND SOLUTIONS AND FIX THINGS AND DO THINGS THE PROPER WAY AND MAKE THINGS BETTER FOR EVERYONE GRRRRR

(also apparently there's kinda hidden air vents on the dispenser that need to be cleaned weekly as well???? and idk if that gets done either???? HELP?????)

[seriemorder]

spiraling so fast towards anxiety attack central yay

[b1t3m3b1t3m3b1tem3]

oughhh i want a pup mask but based off a hunting dog and it needs to come with a bunny boy to chase down and ravage puhleaseeeee.

[crowrelli]

hope you feel better soon, overstimulation in public is a horrible curse. Izzy Hands with a juice box for a doodle req? i think he deserves nice things

I couldn’t get the image of Izzy toddler wasted on juice boxes out of my head so ✏️✏️✏️

[telestoapologist]

i may constantly shittalk maya but that's not going to stop me from adoring the fact that people want to fuck her

[maudlin-mutt]

i think i should be allowed very sharp teeth. just because.

[daenerys-targaryen]

I’m barking and in the upsety spaghetti way

[wildwren]

no but people in town are genuinely so unhinged about their dogs i simply dont understand the psychology that impacts their life choices

me: shielding my 25# leashed dog in my arms while a 70# mix does jumping jacks off my shoulders

their owner: mozying out of their house to check on their unsupervised dog oh sorry, she just wants to say hi!

[ozziesjester]

i front myself as the biting biter but more often than not i am the one that is being bited. Many such cases

[gildui]

drabble , domestic simon who loves your tits & wicked 18+ gaslight king

"were you just singing?"

"negative."

"simon, we live alone."

the shower is scalding. his pale, freckled skin aflush under the stream and you yank your hand away, hissing, when you test the waters.

"so?" his stare is dissembling. leering. even more so as he watches you strip through the vinyl. he rubs soap over the dusty curls protecting his hefty softened cock. ruddy, bulbous head drooping under its own weight despite how he gripes it at the base.

gives himself a little tug when you pull back the curtain once more—hand tucked into your armpit, forearm braced over the fat of your tits; prudish, as if his teeth aren't branded into your cleavage—to test the now cooler water.

you cock an eyebrow at him, perplexed.

"it's just us that live here."

"a ghost then."

"our house was only built a few years ago," you snark—all bark, not nearly enough bite—just as his everlasting patience snaps. simon reaches over the threshold of the shower stall, curls a meaty hand around your bicep, and yanks you beneath the water. "how can it be haunted?"

"land, maybe," he supplies unhelpfully, pulling you flush against his front, the print of his dick pressed against the cleft of your ass.

simon hikes his chin over your shoulder—heavy grunts and groans against your ear—and uses his bar of soap as an excuse for his hands to roam over your chest and pinch your nipples between his index and thumb. then, pull.

"just admit you were singing wicked, simon."

his pause is so fleeting that you fail to notice—too caught up in the way he methodically massages your sudsy tits together by testing their weight and jiggle in his palms.

angles them directly into the heated stream, lip curling when you inevitably shudder in oversensitivity.

"was the bodies i buried in the garden."

now it's your turn to pause. jolt, in fact. you squint up at him. equal parts confused and suspicious. maybe it's another shit joke.

"what?"

"cornflowers needed fertilizer." he's dead serious. callouses scraping down your torso to cup over your cunt.

"fuckin' hell—bodies?" you're spitting and the corner of his mouth simply quirks up, his middle finger tracing across your seam, splitting your lips apart for him to notch a fingerpad against your slicked hole.

"only four."

"what?! why? who? the fuck is wrong with you?" your grip is a vice around his wrist, tugging his hand away from paradise. almost as fast as it appeared, simon's smile is wiped off his face.

too soon for him to mention the bodies of your shitty first dates, then.

time to backtrack.

"it was m'singing."

"no. no. why are there bodies buried in our garden?"

"defying gravity's my favourite."