a dog with human hands

whenever lance and hunk stay up late together they make some profound realization about life and tell everyone. some things the others have heard: “donuts are the reincarnation of god,” “dogs are like humans but with less hands,” and “time doesn’t exist so go ahead and drink seven gallons of red bull, it can’t affect you in the future because there is no future.”

Oh nice, my mom isn’t speaking to me. Is it because i, 1) bought something with my own money, 2) am bad at focusing on schoolwork, or 3) she’s angry at something else and taking it out on me via the silent treatment

Pup Pup

A loud CRACK! was heard as two figures appeared in front of the small but quaint house. When the occupants of the house heard the noise, they dropped everything they did, and immediately went for the door. A childish squeal rang loud and clear before the door was opened. Just before the child and his parents came out, one of the visitors crouched on the ground and Transformed into a dog.

“Pup pup!” Little Harry Potter yelled happily as he squirmed in his mother’s arms, his chubby fingers reaching out for the dog.

“It’s Padfoot, kid,” James Potter corrected, rolling his eyes jokingly. “Your uncle is much too ugly, and not to mention old, to be called such an adorable name.”

But Harry James Potter was every bit as stubborn as his parents were. Shaking his head in objection, he stuck a pouty lip as he said, “No! Pup pup! Pup pup!”

“Give it up, James,” Lily laughed as she lowered her son to the ground so the boy could great his beloved ‘Pup Pup’ properly, who was none other than his Godfather Sirius Black. “He inherits your stubbornness remember? Besides, you’ve called Sirius way worse names.”

“Your wife is right. Hello, Lils,” Remus said, hugging the ginger in greetings. “And we all know that when Lily’s right, you better listen to her.”

“Traitor,” James spat, but it was obvious that he didn’t mind it from the way he hugged the werewolf. Looking down at his other best friend whose belly was now being rubbed by his son, James childishly decided to step on Sirius’ tail, causing the dog to yelp. Smirking, the Chaser said, “And hello to you too, Pup Pup. You make a great dog; didn’t I tell you that?”

The dog’s grey eyes glared at James in a way that reminded everyone the true nature of the canine. Putting his paws on Harry’s shoulders, the dog began to change into his human form. The paws changed into hands, and he quickly shifted the little tot so he could hold Harry safely in his arms. When the little boy whined in disappointment, the Pureblood winked at his Godson and blew raspberries against Harry’s tummy, causing the boy to giggle.

“Your dad is a big meanie, Fawn,” Sirius said as he directed a scowl at his best friend. “He doesn’t love your poor Pup Pup.”

“Bad Daddy!” Harry yelled, his face squinted funnily in his effort to look angry at James. It only lasted for awhile before he burst into a merry laughter.

“That’s right, kiddo. Your Dad is evil. But at least I have you, don’t I? You love me, don’t you, Harry?”

“Yeah! Wuv you, Pup Pup!”

“I can’t believe it! He stole my son! This is preposterous!” James said, dramatically clutching his heart in betrayal. “My own son, in my own house!”

“Oh, shut it, you dramatic arse,” Lily mock-scolded, dragging James inside the house as she beckoned her guests to follow her.

“Next thing I know, he’ll be stealing my wife!

“James Fleamont Potter!”

Moony! Back me up here!”

“Sorry, Prongs. I’m not getting in between your domestic dispute with Lily.”
*twenty seven years later*

A loud CRACK! was heard as a figure of a tall-man with fiery red hair appeared. Not far from where he was standing, an eight-year-old child with vibrant purple hair, who was entertaining his ‘brothers’ with his Metamorphmagus abilities, turned his head toward him. The tall ginger bent down as he waved at his nephews, and lowered the small bundle he was holding on the ground. Once the kids saw what was inside the bundle of blanket, they couldn’t help themselves and began to run toward the man and the bundle in excitement.

“Harry, look! Ron just brought us a dog!” Purple haired Teddy Lupin yelled at his Godfather, who came out to greet his brother-in-law.

“Yeah, Daddy,” his oldest James piped in at the same time his youngest Albus said, “It’s Pup Pup!”

At twenty eight, Harry James Potter, Saviour of the wizarding world, youngest Head Auror to ever hold the position, felt like he was brought back to one of his earliest memories. Staring at the black dog, with thick fur and grey eyes that reminded him of someone else, Harry knelt on the ground and opened his arms. The puppy, noticing that the new human was good, came bounding into Harry’s arms.

“Hello, Pup Pup,” Harry whispered as he hugged the dog firmly. “Welcome home.”

The Shape of Us - Part III

It’s a cold, dreary night when Leonard McCoy takes in a scrawny, pathetic looking stray dog.

He doesn’t expect to get attached to the mutt but he supposes such things happen and he doesn’t mind the company during lonely nights on the couch.

Except one morning he wakes up to the revelation that his dog is… not just a dog.

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Leonard’s not sure what was in his drink last night - can bourbon even go out of date? - but he’s certain he’s hallucinating.

How else can he be standing in his kitchen, watching a blond man sitting at his small, round kitchen table that’s just deadpan claimed he’s a shapeshifter.

A long sigh passes Leonard’s lips and he brings up a hand to massage his temple because yes, that’s definitely a headache he’s feeling. “You’re a what now?”

The man leans back against the chair with an amused twinkle in his blue eyes. “A shapeshifter.”

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breadwolfbakeyoutoo  asked:

Hi hello hi how're you. I can't be the only one who thinks you're the master of drawing paws, especially when it comes to paws doing things paws aren't supposed to be doing (referring to that one page of Wurr where Soo was tying knots). I was wondering if you'd maybe consider making like a... uhh... sketch tutorial for us less talented, kinda like showing us the process of drawing paws in different activity and poses? I'm sorry in advance if this is too time consuming. Thank you anyway.


I… actually don’t know how to answer this. I’ve been drawing for over two decades, and at some point paws became so familiar to me, that I don’t really need to think about them that much. Like how you know how to ride a bike, but trying to explain the motions to someone who’s never done it themself?

But basically know how hands and dog paws work and then mush their anatomies together. How my paws work is that they’re human hands pretending to look like dog paws (=shorter fingers and hugely exaggerated finger pads), and thumb being in a funny angle (because the ACTUAL dog thumbs are useless).

(Also kind of ironic that you gave the Soo’s knot tying as an example, because I had actually no idea how to make that work, so I had my brainstorm buddy tie a knot in front of me, so I could draw her hands instead of from my own brain. So basically it’s a live referenced pair of human hands, but without pinky fingers and drawn just shorter and fatter.)

Imagine taking care of Chris.

You were in the kitchen pouring Chris a glass of water and grabbing his various medication from the cabinet; flu tablets, throat lozenges, cough syrup, and Tylenol. Over Thanksgiving- while you’d spent time at his parents’ place along with the rest of his family- he had caught the flu from his nephew, Miles. It included a terribly sore throat, lung crushing coughs, and a blood boiling fever. You chuckled softly upon hearing him coughing, knowing he would listen to his mother the next time she said not to share food with a sick child.

With your hands full, you made your way back to the living room where a flu-ridden Chris laid. With Dodger by his side, the TV watching him softly, and the lemongrass candle you lit to freshen his senses; he was finally catching up on some sleep.

You quietly padded into the living room, glad your sock covered feet muted your footsteps. Dodger looked up at you as you placed the glass down, and unloaded the sachets of pills and bottles of syrup on the coffee table. You wondered if dogs could catch a human cold as you watched Dodger under Chris’ hand. You hoped not because you couldn’t imagine having to take care of two whiny puppies.

You stepped around Dodger and sat yourself down on the edge of the couch, beside Chris’ hip. You leaned forward and reached for his warm face, gently brushing his slightly sweat matted hair.

“Babe?” You whispered gently; you didn’t want to wake him but it was time for him to take his medicine. “Chris, hey.” Your hand moved to his chest; the heat from his skin burned your skin despite being under a soft cotton material. “Babe, you have-”

“Hmm…” He whimpered like an upset pup then groaned loudly, audibly displaying his discomfort. “What time is it?” He asked, the sound of his raspy voice made your throat itch. “Oh God,” he groaned when he adjusted his position. “Everything hurts, Y/N.”

“I know,” you smiled sympathetically and patted his chest lightly. “Sit up for a bit,” you instructed then helped him as he struggled to do as he was told. “You have to take your medicine then you can go back to sleep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me not to eat that piece of pie from Miles’ plate?” He asked when you passed him the glass of water. “You could have saved me a lot of trouble.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed softly and he cracked a smile despite how badly he felt. “I did tell you, but you said, and I quote. ‘Nah, it’s fine. I’m Captain America, I’m invincible.’” You reminded him; he chuckled softly then coughed loudly. “Guess Captain America is not as invincible as he thought,” you teased.

“That’s okay,” he shrugged and took the pills you were holding out. “I think he’s happier here with his pretty nurse than in Vancouver working sixteen hours a day.”

“So that was your plan all along,” you joked. “Get sick so you can extend your holiday and postpone filming.”

“Maybe,” he winked and you laughed, gesturing to the pills and water. “Ugh, I hate swallowing.” He popped the pills in his mouth and chugged some water.

“Now you know how I feel,” you bit back your smile when you saw him choke on his water. “Yeah, been there done that.”

“Stop,” he stifled his laughter, touching his left boob. “My ribs hurt when I laugh.”

“Sorry,” you giggled.

“What’s next?” He used his head to beckon at the array of medication on the table. “Hopefully something sweet.”

“You’re not five, Chris.” You chuckled and reached for the bottle of cough syrup. “Here,” you poured it into the measurement cap and passed it to him. “It’s not sweet but it’s better than most cough syrups.”

“I believe you.” He nodded then downed it like a shot of tequila, wincing. You laughed as he quickly sculled the rest of the water in his glass. “That’s not better than most cough syrups.”

“Don’t be a baby.” You scolded teasingly, taking the glass and cap away from him so he could lie back down. “You can go back to sleep now.”

“It’s not very comfy down here,” he mumbled as you turned away to put the cough syrup and glass back on the table.

“You’re the one who chose to sleep here when you’ve got a perfectly good bed upstairs.” You reminded him, turning back as he took one of your hands to play with. “I appreciate you wanting to keep me germ free, but I hate not sleeping next to you.”

“Same here,” he pouted. “I’m already going to miss you when I leave for Infinity War, I hate that I’m wasting time now.”

“Let’s not waste any more time then,” you told him and moved to lay down next to- slightly on top of him. “It’s just a cold, Chris,” you chuckled when he tried to stop you. “Maybe I’ll suffer later but- it’s worth having this time with you.”

“I love you,” he smiled.

“I love you too.” You smiled and kissed his jaw. “Yeah,” you winced and jerked away when he tried to kiss you on the lips. “I’m not going anywhere near that mouth.”

“That’s fair enough,” he chuckled softly. “In a couple weeks maybe, when I kick this cold.”

“Oh,” you smirked, “I’m going to do a lot more than kiss that mouth when you kick this cold.” He laughed, throwing his head back. “You can bet on that.”

“Color me excited then,” he smiled.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm sorry if this is a dumb question but I'm genuinely interested. Why is it important to spay and neuter cats? Thank you :)

As I always say there’s no such thing as a dumb question, and this one is really valid and common among many people. Here are 10 reasons why it’s important to spay and neuter cats:

  1. Your female pet will live a longer, healthier life.
    Spaying helps prevent uterine infections and breast cancer, which is fatal in about 50 percent of dogs and 90 percent of cats. Spaying your pet before her first heat offers the best protection from these diseases.
  2. Neutering provides major health benefits for your male.
    Besides preventing unwanted litters, neutering your male companion prevents testicular cancer.
  3. Your spayed female won’t go into heat.
    While cycles can vary, female felines usually go into heat four to five days every three weeks during breeding season. In an effort to advertise for mates, they’ll yowl and urinate more frequently-sometimes all over the house!
  4. Your male dog won’t want to roam away from home.
    An intact male will do just about anything to find a mate! That includes digging his way under the fence and making like Houdini to escape from the house. And once he’s free to roam, he risks injury in traffic and fights with other males.
  5. Your neutered male will behave so much better.
    Neutered cats and dogs focus their attention on their human families. On the other hand, unneutered dogs and cats may mark their territory by spraying strong-smelling urine all over the house. Many aggression problems can be avoided by early neutering.
  6. Spaying or neutering will NOT make your pet fat.
    Don’t use that old excuse! Lack of exercise and overfeeding will cause your pet to pack on the extra pounds-not neutering. Your pet will remain fit and trim as long as you continue to provide exercise and monitor food intake.
  7. It is highly cost-effective.
    The cost of your pet’s spay/neuter surgery is a lot less than the cost of having and caring for a litter. It also beats the cost of treatment when your unneutered tom escapes and gets into fights with the neighborhood stray!
  8. Spaying and neutering your pet is good for the community.
    Stray animals pose a real problem in many parts of the country. They can prey on wildlife, cause car accidents, damage the local fauna and frighten children. Spaying and neutering pack a powerful punch in reducing the number of animals on the streets.
  9. Your pet doesn’t need to have a litter for your children to learn about the miracle of birth.
    Letting your pet produce offspring you have no intention of keeping is not a good lesson for your children-especially when so many unwanted animals end up in shelters. There are tons of books and videos available to teach your children about birth in a more responsible way.
  10. Spaying and neutering help to fight pet overpopulation.
    Every year, millions of cats and dogs of all ages and breeds are euthanized or suffer as strays. These high numbers are the result of unplanned litters that could have been prevented by spaying or neutering.

anonymous asked:

Heyy love your blog and I have a question. Why can some dogs catch treats out of the air and others just don't seem to get the concept? My german shepherd we had from 12 weeks was excellent at it. After her passing last year (rip Dora ❤), we adopted a 5 month old lab mystery mutt and he doesn't understand lol just curious Thanks in advance :)

Ahh congrats on your new puppy! So excited for you :)

Okay so you know how humans have hand-eye coordination? Dogs have eye-mouth coordination. So some dogs naturally have it, some dogs can develop it, and some dogs just suck at catching things forever.

Also relevant to note that your new puppy is a lab mutt, and labs are known for being REALLY food motivated, so it may just be that he is overly excited. Also it’s a fun (probably pretty new) game so that could definitely contribute to the excitement!

Your pup is still quite a baby, so keep trying to teach him to catch stuff! He might pick it up as he ages, or he might not. Either way, good luck! -C

anonymous asked:

The Juuzou poem also refers to a rotting womb!

Oh you’re right! The Juuzuo art can be found here [x] and the translation here [x]. I didn’t realise that last ask was referring to that!

It’s kind of … worrying…

“If you could keep one, would you pick a dog or a cat? You’d need to kill the other.”


That sounds awfully similar to what Juuzuo said when talking to Urie in chapter 124

Choosing to either kill the cat or dog (fight on the side of humans or ghouls).

I wrap my hands around its neck as tightly as I can.
Please die quickly, please die quickly…
(I looked away so that I wouldn’t see the face of suffering.)

and then

Ever since that day, that thin, huge cat (or dog)
(I held in my hands a strangely swollen stomach containing a rotting womb.)

The cat or dog (human or ghoul) dies, leaving behind a rotting womb…yikes

Have a Kevin of the Day - Day Four

 The Day Kevin brought Caesar along

Day 4

Kevin: I’ll be there in 10!
Neil: okay

Neil tied his running shoes and grabbed his keys. “Andrew, I’m going for a run!” From his boyfriend came only a short, noncommittal reply. He had been busy with a new video game recently. This morning however, they both had read a post about Kevin that had gone viral on social media. ‘Kevin Day found his rebound!’ — Awfully soon after he had just broken up with Thea two weeks ago. Last night someone from his team had tweeted that single line and people went crazy about it. Kevin himself had not commented on it yet and Neil was more than a little curious. He went outside to wait for his friend.

Kevin, as usual, showed up on time for their run. What caught Neil’s eye though was the new furry companion at his side. Black and white with blue eyes, a husky stayed close on Kevin’s heels.

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