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Cats are very rude
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While I do agree that some dog breeds are “messier” and more prone to destruction than others, I do believe that any behavior is capable of being trained away. It’s about leadership - you show the dog that you are in charge, and that you make the rules. Then you show your dog what the rules are, and enforce those until the dog understands them. I am not telling you how to raise your dogs; I am just against the notion that “oh, my dog is just like this because he’s a ___”. Dog breeds do not make the dog, your leadership does. Some dogs are easier to handle than others, but they are all able to be trained. But again - I am not criticizing the way you have raised your dogs. That does not concern me in any way. All I ask is that you do not blame it completely on the breed.
Lmao good luck I've never met a trainer who's had much luck with an akita. Even the crufts trainer was baffled by both Hope and Shadow.
It'd take a trainer who is solely experienced with Akitas to train those two properly an imma be real with you. We haven't found one of those yet.
An it's not just those two either, as I've previously said, we've had reports of basically the exact same behaviour from other akita owners, they're a chaotic breed, and you have to expect chaos if you wanna own one.
#pirateanswers#Pirates Puppies#theyre EXTREMELY stubborn#headstrong#and territorial#theyre assholes#but theyre my perfect assholes
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#i can understand ppls issues with the bowling ep from a personal standpoint#but the misogyny was very much the point. like. that was the point. the joke was that dennis is a piece of shit#not that any of what he was saying was true#dee did prove she could overcome the obstacle he created when she had not done it before#but it was just. she and him. like. no one else cared. dennis didnt even actually care.#bowling is just bowling and dennis only showed up and competed at all in order to fuck with dee#idk. idk. like#i dont think sunny should make shit as clear as they have been that they dont condone the shit the gang does because it gets. messy#to me that was like. literally perfect episode. it was an absolute joy to watch beginning to end#and i think it did it a hell of a lot better than something like womans right to chop#where it absolutely bludgeons you with the 'ohhh these guys are misogynistssss' shit#like okay. cool#its a mind game!!!!! and the dialogue was. you know. normal. and not the characters being mouthpieces#theyre assholes#ada speaks#also i fucking love evil little brother dennis. so much. i need this times a thousand forever and ever#he's a fucking bastard and he makes a great low stakes villain#like this to me is so. so much more fun than the serial killer shit.#and dee fucking won. if theyd had their places switched dennis would absolutely not have the willpower to manage that#im just saying
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I am absolutely terrified of the day my granma dies, because I know my asshole aunt and uncle will try to get her house and kick out everyone by any means possible and it'll be a carnage this family will never recover from
#half my other uncles/aunts dont even need the house#but will fight them because like I said#theyre assholes#and also they will involve my cousins and use them as tools#i know it
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Ferg is spending the night again cuz her exes showed up unannounced at her house 👺👺
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Personally I think that Azula should have been redeemed simply so that she can become Zuko's horrible little advisor who whispers evil little plans to him so that he can do the exact opposite
#the only reason she gets this job is bc he doesnt trust her anywhere else in the palace#its like enrichment for manipulative girls#also so that he can set her on asshole deligates like a rabid little lapdog#she just has mean fuckin pomeranian energy that thing bites then lights you on fire w flames so hot theyre cold#i think their sibling dynamic could be sooo fucking funny its insane#azula#azula atla#atla#avatar the last airbender#zuko#atla zuko#firelord zuko#DISCLAIMER I AM YET TO READ THE COMICS SO IDK WHAT HAPPENS TO HER IN THEM#also long overdue for a rewatch of the show its insane
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hot autistic adult women are always saying they're doing fine really and everyone is nice to them and they just need to figure out a few little things and then everything will be perfect
#this is actually not about anyone on here its about my own mother#who refuses to call anyone a fucking asshole or even notice that theyre behaving badly#never been able to figure out if shes actually puzzled by my reactivity and irritability#or if shes just pretending shes puzzled due to some 20th century female behavioral conditioning#shes had three abusive marriages and twice as many abusive or just bad boyfriends#at what point do you just get fed up?#i mean for me i already know the answer but rhetorically?#notice the pattern already#GET MAD#STRIKE AT THEM#ATTACK
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getting real fed up with my peers treating teenagers like shit. how did you forget so fucking quickly what it's like to be them. shame on you.
#this is about people my age getting into internet discourse with teenagers#and calling them stupid and overall belittling them and being a jerk to them#like. literally just block them if they are being a shithead#teenagers are shitheads sometimes#youre not going to change them#they need to grow up on their own#and an adult making fun of them isnt going to help#in fact it is going to hinder the process#if you want to try to help you need to be kind#if theyre not receptive to that and are still being an asshole then it is not worth it#and you need to go do something else with your time#you are a fucking adult
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"stan wouldve been so much kinder to fidds" HE RAN HIM OVER. WITH HIS CAR. MULTIPLE TIMES. HE CALLED HIM A NUISANCE AFTER HE HELPED THEM SAVE THE WORLD.
BOTH OF THESE JERSEY BOYS ARE MEAN AS FUCK
#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddauthor#fiddlestan#THEYRE BOTH ASSHOLES#THEY SUCK ASS#THATS WHY I LOVE THEM#STOP TRYING TO MAKE THEM BORING
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"ok but are you diagnosed" what are you a cop.
#reminder that being diagnosed as autistic/ otherwise disabled is meant to help YOU.#if abled ppl expect u to justify every little thing u say abt ur experiences as (insert disability) they should explode#also if you dont wanna get officially diagnosed bc it will make your life harder no one will judge you. if they do theyre assholes#actuallyautistic#actually autistic#autism#autistic#autism pride#adhd#actually adhd#actuallyadhd#only tagging this as adhd and autism bc its all I am. however this can be about Literally any disability
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#dragon age#datv spoilers#da4#dragon age veilguard#dragon age rook#myart#still working on my rook but#theyre gonna be such an asshole to him#trading verbal jabs lol
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Okay SO I am thinking of a bunch of 'killed' Ganons, stuck together, and there WILL be plot but im still banging it out.
Anyways. Im calling this clusterfuck my Ganondrum. You know.. like. A conundrum. Yeah.
Windwaker Ganon is the most recent one killed and he wants to be killed again than deal with whatever the fuck is going on here.
Im thinking pig Ganon slips into Ye Olde English a little bit here and there?
Also can you guess which ganon it is that likes to lurk in the castle? Just guess. I promise its Juicy.
#legend of zelda#ganondorf#twilight princess#hyrule warriors#windwaker#tloz#ocarina of time#digital art#painting#the most effort was put into the first two frames can you tell??#they are forming alliances#pigs stick together#notice hyrule warriors and twilight mirroring eachother#because theyre bros#the lack of triforce of Power makes them more docile but still they will be assholes#Ganondrum conundrum
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And this is why dear people elriels are considered the worst community in this fandom, they make rape jokes, death treats, doxx people and god knows what else.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK???
This is fucking disgusting there’s nothing else to say.
#fuck elriels#theyre assholes#not all obv but the loudest ones are#anti e/riel#anti acotar fandom#this is horrific#gwyneth berdara#pro gwyneth berdara#get gwyn away
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Pocket hoshinyas! From this morning but colored in a lil bit (th idea is mainly from th kn8 discord, thank u all for fueling this lmao)
#kaiju no. 8#kn8#kaiju no. 8 manga spoilers#kn8 manga spoilers#hoshina soshiro#hoshina soichiro#look#i love them. the antagonizing sibling relationship is REALLY FUN TO ME#theyre both so scrungly and also fully capable of being assholes HSDJGHDG#both of them smug but soichiro has older brother privilage of i can out smug you by bullying you HSDJGHDG#this is basically a sketch oughgh#i need to get better at coloring orz#wellp#artfight is about to beat my entire ass so#WE'LL SEE HOW MUCH KN8 BRAINROT I CAN HOLD OFF UNTIL IT LIKE#SEEPS INTO MY ARTFIGHT LMAO#i found a few kn8 ocs i wanna draw on there. i am comin for ur asses
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In Poor Taste [P2]
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(Yandere x Reader)
[Warning: misogyny, xenophobia, hint to racism, explicit language, asshole male lead]
You were never crazy about spoiled rich men. They were nothing but troubles.
He knew your type. Quiet, agreeable, and a little bit of a pushover.
He didn't say it, but he had noticed your lack of reaction when Tahara revoked your right to the summer break. Truth was, he never paid attention to women like you when he was in college. The quiet ones who took things seriously as if they had something to lose, those were hard to get. He never bothered with those who were hard to get when there were plenty of other options. He liked the sunkissed blondes who knew to dress up in white sundresses and spaghetti straps, those who knew to party on Saturday and yoga class on Sunday. They never put up a hard fight, just the right amount, and when he got bored so did they. In and out of his bedroom they whirled, whimsical and effortless. He never bothered to find out if they were smart or complicated, and if they tried to show him, he'd move on to the next. A part of him felt bad, but the encouraging jokes and nudges of his frat brothers overrode that twinge in his chest when he saw sad eyes following him down the campus walkway. It didn't matter, not if he got the liquor and summer yatch trips.
He also liked other types. Soft-spoken brunettes who listened to sad songs and doodled hearts onto his notes. Fierce raven-haired girls who knew to throw back shots and moved their bodies to the music. The rich exchange girls who, despite their attitudes, knew their ways around his body and submitted to his rhythm. He liked them all because he could consume them, so he said he support women. Those he didn't like, well, they were on their own.
So he didn't mind that you were older and reserved. True, he never bothered with women like you because he thought he could do without them, but now that he was in Tokyo all alone, he could see your values. So, he thought to look.
You were the serious type. Soft-spoken, patient, and reserved. You looked after yourself rather dilligently - your clothes fit well, and you smelled of subtle floral perfume. Your movement when you walked around the school were gentle but decisive - you knew what to do, and you did it quick, as if you always had something better to do. A part of him didn't like that. For why, he didn't interrogate. "Why" was never a questioned he bothered with, since he could do well for the first 22 years of his life without it. When someone always get what they want, they hardly ever want to know "why".
He knew he was brash and bold to ask you out for dinner, but he assumed you knew the implication. He was interested enough. You had a fine body, and you knew how to look good. "Late bloomer" was what he liked to call women like you, the type who took themselves too seriously in school, but then learnt how to be pretty in their latter years. They would know how to relax, to not be so uptight.
So there he sat in a booth at a restaurant downtown, waiting, a little impatient to see that you were late. Perhaps he was to blame to tell you to take your time and freshen up at home. He wondered if you would doll up. Where would you show your skin? Where would you shave? He liked it shaved. His fingers toyed with the small tea cup, tapping its side and running down the curve of its rim.
"Hi! Sorry for the wait... I was caught up with a phone call."
He looked up. There you were, smiling down at him. He shamelessly looked at your body, studying the way the nice dress pants accentuate your hip and ass. Then, as you sat down, he took notes of your off-shoulder top, then the blink of your earrings. You may tried to make it seem innocuous, but he could tell. You dressed up for him.
"Not at all! I just got here."
You kept your smile on. He didn't notice that it was manufactured. He was caught up watching you leaning forward, your fingers flipping over the menu. The way your cleavage was catching shadow captured his attention.
"So, how is Tokyo treating you?"
He didn't think you would speak first. You barely humored any small talks during the day, only giving him just enough.
"It's good, it's good", he mused, "I'm enjoying the new culture and people. It's all very new to me, so I'm excited."
You looked up at him now, your eyes narrowing as your smile widened.
"It's a great city. There's always something to look at. Do you ever miss your friends and family, though?"
He leaned in as well, closing the gap. He could see you flinch just barely as his fluffy black curls almost tickle your forehead.
"Well, of course. I miss my family a lot, especially my sister. She's applying for college soon, and I wish I could be there to support her, you know?"
"You have a sister?"
He was pleased to see you following the script so far. Girls were often intrigued by the fact that he had a sister - it means he grew up knowing how to be sensitive and protective. It was a reliable card to play.
"Yeah, we grew up quite close, you know. I still remember her crying like a baby when I left for college", he chuckled, "now it's her turn."
You laughed softly at that.
"Yeah... she must be so sad to see you go to Japan, right?"
He nods, his eyes flickering between your face and your neck, eager to peer right down your top. You must be wearing those stick-on nipple covers to rock a top like that.
"Oh, she was, but she's more excited to be independent in college. Too excited, to be honest. I had to warn her not to get in troubles."
"What kind of trouble?"
He found himself looking at your lips now. Your gentle voice and soft gaze managed to distract him. For a second, he found himself pausing to stare.
"Oh... alcohol, drugs, bad friends. You know the deal."
"Did you get into troubles in college, too?"
The simple question now seemed so implicative. He swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing, and he saw that you looked. Your lashes flutterred for a second before your eyes met his.
Empty.
You were harder to read than he thought. Perhaps it was the age difference, he wondered, or the fact that your naturally composed attitude had sealed your attraction toward him. He never hit on an older woman before, so he supposed it was only natural that he couldn't catch your energy right away. Or were you secretly experienced? Three years seemed little to him at first, but he suddenly felt self-conscious at your still demeanor. You were still smiling and expectant, but in a different way than he imagined. You were yet to be doe-eyed, yet to melt when she heard about his bond with his sister. How many men had had their ways with you? Did you please them well? Did you moved and squirm under their touch? He felt himself heating up.
"Good afternoon, dear customers. May I take your order?"
He almost jumped. You didn't. Awkwardly pointing to the menu, he glanced at you who quickly said your orders. You seemed comfortable.
Did he lose his edge?
The waiter swiftly left. Lukas felt that the chemistry was disrupted. His keen eyes watched your form pulling back away from him, and he caught the faint perfume wafting his way. He decided to keep his posture forward, staying on the offensive side.
"I guess I did get into some troubles", he admitted, his hand instinctively rubbing the nape of his neck, as if to conceal what his clothes couldn't. His skin was warm to the touch.
"Well, what kind?"
He couldn't tell if you were interested. You were asking him lots of questions, even from the start. Did you want to know more about him?
"Oh, we were crazy. One time, a pledge covered himself in lighter fluid and lit himself on fire before jumping into the pool."
"Ah... so the typical frat bros stuff. I guess I've seen something like that at X. Uni", you nodded, your smile turning a bit cheeky.
He shifted even closer.
"Yeah, we were bad boys. Were you in a sorrority? Greek life is big at X."
You shook yout head slowly.
"No... It seemed very fun, but I guess I was too focused on other stuff."
"What stuff?"
"I was trying to keep my scholarship, so that took most of my time, I guess. I wasn't too involved with student life aside trom the school's art magazine."
"So you are a smartie?"
You hung your head humbly.
"I guess you could say that."
"So what did you do to blow off steam, then? Or were you at the library all day?"
He felt just a bit desperate trying to know you. He knew his bombarding questions were coming off a little strong, but he didn't want to feel exposed and insecure anymore. He had opened up, he thought it would be fair if you let him in a little. Wind down, be less uptight.
"I went to Ellum sometimes."
Ellum, the bar street. So you knew how to party after all. Maybe you did have experiences with men.
"Oh, me and my boys liked it there."
"For troubles?"
He laughed.
"For troubles, yeah. It'd be crazy if we met and never knew it."
"Well, it was all dark and loud in there. Maybe we did."
"Then it's fate."
He felt corny saying it, but the words slipped out anyway. His heart twisted when you laughed at that, your chest vibrating. You lifted your hand to cover your smile, and he saw a glimpse of ink as your top pulled against your shoulder. Tattoos, huh? He didn't peg you as the type to get them.
Seeing that it was his chance, he reached over to adjust the fabric, his fingertips lingering just a moment too long. He felt it, the electric as he felt your cool skin against his own. You were soft and smooth, like a nice spread of butter against crispy toast.
"Oh, my bad, I just saw your shirt falling off a little there."
Your laugh dwindled. You touched where he touched, your chest rising and lowering at a slower beat.
Lukas found himself feeling expectant.
"Ah, well, thank you", you said, your voice more relaxed now. That was a good sign.
The waiters came back with the orders and left just as hurriedly.
"I have a question", Lukas mused, somehow anxious to lose your attention when you reached for your utensils.
"Pray tell."
"What's the best food place that you've ever been in Tokyo?"
He winced internally. Corny and immature, that was what he was being. What a 17-year-old first date question that was.
"I'd say the unlabelled streetfood carts at the open-air markets", you said, your finger resting on your chin for a moment, "I like to go there if I ever have to stay late at work."
"You gotta show me sometimes, then. I love streetfood!"
He felt stupid clawing at any ways he could to compel your interest. You were right there, laughing at his jokes, asking about his family, paying attention to him. Yet somehow he still felt like you were distant, somewhere in an invisible fish bowl, and what he had said to you were muffled through the water and glass.
"Of course, I'd be happy to. But let me know if you are allergic to anything, or if you are scared of seafood."
"Not at all", he confidently shook his head, "I went to Italy last summer, and the seafood was amazing!"
"Trip across Europe?"
"Trip across Europe", he nodded, "I'd say, Italy for best seafood, France for best wine, Germany for best beer, and Netherlands for the best, well, you know..."
You playfully rolled your eyes.
"I see you like to travel."
"Oh, it changes my whole perspective. I really found myself, you know. It's like... I come back a whole different person. I think everyone should travel."
You gave him a strange look. Not a scowl nor a frown. A gentle squint of the eyes. It could be anything. He couldn't decide if he was being too boastful, or if he had said something wrong. Did you not like that? Maybe you hadn't been as well-travelled as he was, and what he said had come across as unrelatable.
"But of course, you know, if your money allows it. It doesn't cost as much as you think if you know how to budget."
The playful twinkle in your eyes told him that you were responding to him, and likely not negatively. Still, he felt more stupid adding on to what he said. He didn't know why, but he felt as though you were looking down on him.
Why would you look down on him?
Lukas may not realize it, but this was one of the rare occasions when he let the "why" bother him.
"Of course, travelling can be great. I haven't travelled much, but I imagine that when I have enough money, I would travel. I have a few places in mind."
"Where to?"
"For starter, Norway."
Weird answer.
"What's in Norway?"
"The aurora borealis."
He furrowed his brows.
"You want to see the northern light?"
"More than anything."
"It doesn't cost that much though."
"Yeah, but solo travelling costs more, I imagine."
"I can go with you."
He felt decidedly stupid and overconfident.
"Wouldn't that be something...", you commented, your eyes casting aside, "well, that's my top destination for sure."
You were growing cold again. Lukas couldn't for the life of him figure out where he was going wrong. Maybe you just weren't attracted to him, but that was unlikely. He knew how good he looked. He may have heard "sorry I have a boyfriend" and "I'm looking for something serious", but he couldn't think of a time when someone had admitted to him not being their type. Not even behind his back.
"Also, you seem to like to drink. Two out of the four places you mentioned was about alcohol."
He didn't expect you to pick up on the conversation. Maybe he simply had gotten into his head.
"Oh, I guess. I did drink a lot in college, but that's just what it was all about, you know?"
"About troubles, I know."
He felt his face growing hot.
"Right... well, I'd love to know what other Japanese drinks are like, too. I've tasted sake, but it was mild. I'm more of a beer and shots guy."
"Wine, too, right? In France."
You had not once lost your composure. He felt like he was squirming in his seat. He wanted to sleep with you, that was clear. He needed to know what it was like to get with someone older than him, even if it was a mere three years. What would you be like in bed? What did you learn from all the men from your past? The unphased facade, the tattoo, the way you maintained your calm upon his touch and his banter... you knew something he didn't. You had experienced things he hadn't.
"Right, that. Do you drink at all? Here, in Japan, I mean."
"Sometimes."
"Hey, it's a Friday night. Do you maybe want to grab a drink at a pub somewhere after this?"
You raised an eyebrow at him, incredulous. He knew he was being brash and bold, but he couldn't help it. You were something he wanted to add to his collection.
Letting you mull over it, he watched your calm face.
"Sure...", you softly agreed, "but only for a little while."
"Something coming up tomorrow?"
Someone to see tomorrow?
Your blank eyes glimmered under the flourescent light for a second. He almost wanted to hold his breath.
"Just some personal affair in the afternoon."
There you go being elusive again. He thought he would have had you in his palm by now, but not yet. Maybe he didn't know your type.
#yandere#yandere male#yandere reader insert#yandere imagines#yandere oc#obssessive#obssessed#delusional#just the worst guy ever#like guys#this is the 6'5 finance trustfund guy#this is what theyre like#i dont like him#but i wanna write him#just the worst asshole yandere#i need to study their brains for science#do not go after him#doomed#feel free to ask me about this douchebag#in my submission box
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You made a mistake, Murderbot, a really bad mistake. How the hell was I supposed to know there were transports sentient enough to be mean?
#the murderbot diaries#artificial condition#murderbot#secunit#asshole research transport#perihelion#my art#doodles#sketchy#id in alt#and then they watched media for hours and hours and hours on end.#comic!!#i love art and murderbot's first meeting. theyre so fucking ridiculous#art and its inability to tailor its reactions to fit a situation#day one of meeting new interesting friend: 'I Will Erase Your Brain'
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