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Billdip week2017

This is a Billdip fanfic. I do not own anything other than the creativity of this story. I wrote this for reading on your side and writing creativity on my end. Boyxboy. NOTHING DIRTY. SFW Per requirements for this activity. Don’t like it don’t read it. Be grown up about it. Only supportive critics up in here. Cause I’ll remove and block like a boss. Y’all better roll on otherwise. Don’t waste your time or mine. Others: Snaps fingers and finger guns you. Enjoy. If you like I may continue. Expect more shorts.  

Come on dip dop! We are so going to miss all the best stuff because your taking forever! Mabel yelled from the bottom of the stairs to her twin still changing into his outfit. Yeah yeah yeah! I’m hurrying ok. Mabel tapped her black ballet shoes that she turned into ninja shoe’s. She dressed as a ninja while Dip was dressing as a pirate. The plan was to wow everyone at the festival with the always great ninja vs. pirate theme. She jumped as Dipper jumped off the steps landing near her wearing his outfit. He looked good in the black shirt and brown pants. His sash was dark blue and he jingled a bit when he walked thanks to the little metal trinkets on his hips. His bandana was plain blue but he had it wrapped around his left wrist. She had to admit he looked good.

You finally ready!? Mabel was about to burst and even she knew she had to hurry or she might explode. Dipper sighed looking at his sister. He could see how excited she was even through all the black of the ninja outfit. Her eyes almost sparkled with her joy. He couldn’t help but smile and get as excited. Alright Mabes lets go. They saved up over the winter and had been saving everything they got once they reached Gravity Falls. After turning 16 they both got little odd jobs which paid well and they even got paid for doing other things like showing up at Parties showing off that they where nearly identical twins. Raggedy Ann and Ragged Andy had been very popular among children’s parties. Dipper triple checked his pocket to make sure his money was safe. Dipper grabbed Mabel and they both ran out the door. Dipper planned ahead and got his drivers license as soon as he could after there sixteenth birthday and then got his motor cycle license which was a bit harder because not many people he knew rode a motor cycle. But he did what he could.

They ran through the small walk that had few people because of how early they where. Dipper saw a fortune telling tent and ran to it with Mabel close behind. It had a big yellow triangle on it with an eye. Mabel was focused on the blue side of the tent with the same symbol. Dipper rolled his eyes and shook his head. Says they won’t be open until 3. Psshhh. We should be able to at least run this festival twice before then and have done everything at least twice. Dipper crossed his arms. Mabel put her hands on her hips and leaned to the side as she smirked at her brother. Oh no, what are you thinking? I know that face and I’m up for a challenge. Dipper smiled. I bet I could do that and be here before this tent is set up and open even bro bro! What say you pirate!? Can you keep up with this NINJA!?

Dipper dropped his arms to his sides as he hummed in consideration as he walked around Mabel eyeing her. Who said I wanted to come back to a phony fortune teller? I mean they have so much here already. He rolled his eyes at the thought that she wanted him to come back to the fortune teller. It was all a bunch of Hocus Pokus and mirrors. They never knew anything right. It was all guessing and simple replies that pointed them to the right things. Who needed fake when you knew that real magic was afoot here IN Gravity Falls. Mabel pouted. Come on Dip I might find out how to find the person I’m meant to be with! Who knows. Mabel nudged him with her elbow. Maybe even you may get some tips on where and when you will find someone for you. Come on.

Dipper rolled his eyes and then he noticed someone with bright gold hair Wearing a loose fitting Ghillie shirt like his. And he was talking to a guy with bright blue hair. The guy noticed Dipper looking at him and before he could look away the guy winked at him smiling. Dipper smirked as Mabel was talking and moving her arms he raised his brow at the guy and blantly looked him up and down then settled on looking him right in the eyes as he made a kiss motion at him. The blonde guy looked shocked then covered his mouth laughing. The guy with blue hair stopped talking and looked frustrated as he looked over in time for Mabel to look over at them both. Dipper turned and yelled out your on Mabel. He heard Mabel yelling about how he was cheating.

He laughed as he yelled back. Your not a lady ninja your just my sister in a ninja suit with no ninja skills! He spun around to run backwards to fend off Mabels attacks. Both of them didn’t notice the two watching them fade away into the crowd as they both smiled and whispered about dreams and finally finding the treasure hidden in the town of mystery. Mabel and Dipper separated at one point. Picking what they wanted to do and skipping stalls that had nothing they wanted or interested them. Yo Dip check out this stall. Mabel was jumping and he ran over to see what she had found. Whats up Mabes? Check out these cool little wooden pieces! Look I found a cool shooting star! Dipper thought it looked cool how it was carved and cut. He searched the table then his eyes rested on the little wooden pine tree.

It wasn’t flashy but it was still cool with how it had cuts to show what kind of tree it was. They both paid for their little trinkets and as they spun around both of them ran into a solid warm surface. Oof~ Ugh, what? Both of them said. Dipper tried to step back but found he was wrapped in warm arms keeping him close to what he know knew was a warm chest. Dipper looked up and saw gold eyes and blond hair staring back at him. Well hi there Pine Tree! Like what you see!? Dipper blushed. Ummm. Dipper was in shock as this guy kept him in his arms and turned with him to walk. Come on lets have some fun before I have to open my tent with my brother. I want to spend some time with you. So lets make this a date huh? Dipper couldn’t figure this guy out and while deep in thought he wason auto pilot. So he simply whisper. Ok.

They got some ice cream and talked and Dipper found he started to like this guys Company. He finally got up the courage to ask. So whats your name? The guy laughed. Nu, uh, uh. You didn’t give me the magic word and what’s in a name.? Dipper frowned. Hey if we are going to get closer I need to know your name at least. I don’t even know your age. How do I know your not some guy trying to be a pervert or something? Dipper looked at him seriously then. The guy seemed to visibly frown. I don’t look THAT old do I? Don’t make me out to sound like a creep! I haven’t touched you! In fact your the one who was in my chest not even half an hour ago smelling me!

Also if you where worried about that you wouldn’t be on a date with me! Dipper shrugged. Your right. He turned to walk in a different direction. The guy didn’t notice right away as he heard him talking to himself then he heard him stop and catch up to him. RUDE~! Dipper ignored him and kept walking like he was leaving. Come on you can’t be this serious. Dipper kept walking and finished the rest of his ice cream. Come on my name can’t be that important to you. Dipper looked everywhere but at the Blonde. This seemed to be agitating the blond.  He finally pulled on Dippers arm to stop him from leaving completely giving him a pleading look. If I tell you my name and age will you stay? Dipper turned to face him. The guy was taller then him and when he looked at dipper like that he wanted to make the blonde feel better. Dipper sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Only if you tell me your name and age. He leaned on one foot crossing his arms. The names Bill. I am 18 going on 19 this year with my twin Brother Will. We’re the cypher twins! He looked at Dipper like he expected him to be jumping up and down squealing. Dipper smiled as he nodded and grabbed his hand to hold as he walked with him towards the spot they left off on. Dipper checked his phone. It’s 2:30 I need to meet my sister at the Fortune tellers tent.

Bill seemed to get more excited when Dipper said that. THAT’S OUR TENT! Come on, let’s hurry then! They quickly walked side by side in a comfortable silence as they made there way to the tent. Dipper didn’t want to be mean but he hated fortune telling. It was just one big scam to him. But he walked Bill to his tent anyways. A dates a date. This guy was so much hotter than anyone else Dipper has ever “dated” before. Guys and girls alike. Bill stopped suddenly. Hold on I’m hungry I want to find something to eat before we get to the tent to work. Ice cream is great but not filling at all. Dipper spotted a vender not far away. He scooted Bill out of his way and told him to find a place to wait for him. Dipper went to see what they had. He got them two hot dogs each with chili and cheese sauce and a family size bag of Doirtos. They ate as they walked. Bill liked the Doritos more than the hot dog so Dipper gave him the whole bag and ate his hot dog and they shared a drink.

They made it to the tent and Dipper turned to say good bye to Bill. But he couldn’t find him. Crap maybe he wasn’t watching while he walked eating the chips. Dipper was passing a booth as he walked back tracking to find Bill. When someone grabbed him and pulled him into the booth. Dipper spun around to see Bill smiling and looking at him. I’m kind of glad you didn’t freak out over who I am and all. Before we go and do our own thing I was wondering. Dipper looked at him waiting for him to continue. Bill closed his eyes and took a breath. Would you like to ma-. Dipper cut him off by giving him a kiss. After a second Bill wrapped his arms around him and deepened the kiss more. Dipper shivered and Bill hummed as he used his tongue to poke at Dippers lips begging for entrance. Dipper gasped at the contact. And Bill used that moment to slipped his tongue into Dippers mouth. They both Gasped at the energy between them.

Dipper leaned back to breath neither of them knew how long they had been like that. But neither of them wanted to let go of the other. So they held each other for a few minutes more and they caught there breath. Dipper was the first to speak. So. He raised his eye brow for emphasis. You want my number? Bill broke out in a loud laugh. When he stopped he looked at Dipper. Before he could respond Dipper spoke again with confidence. Don’t judge me. I’m a pirate. And I know what kind of booty I want. Bill lost it then. Dipper wrote his number down on his Bandana and slid it off his wrist and onto Bills as he ducked out of the booth Bill pulled him into.

Bills eyes went Wide as he noticed his Pine Tree jump out of the booth. WAIT! He jumped up and pushed the curtain aside but he couldn’t see his little Pine Tree through the crowd. And once he pulled the curtain back a crowd of teenage girls noticed him and squealed. OMG IT’S BILL CYPHER! BILL YOUR SO HANDSOME! CAN WE GET AN AUTOGRAPH!? IS YOUR BROTHER WITH YOU!? WHERE IS WILL!? CAN WE GET A PICTURE!? Bill saw Pine Tree pointing towards his own wrist mouthing something. Bill looked down and noticed Pine Tree’s Bandana and gasped when he saw a phone number and name. Bill smiled as he looked up and watched Pine Tree enter the cypher tent unnoticed by the crowd just as a little ninja entered from the other side as well.

Bill through his arms out and yelled at the top of his lungs. WHO WANTS THAT AUTO GRAPH!? 

lemonbird  asked:

IMPORTANT QUESTION. Vampires aren't suppose to enter a premise without being invited right? What if a hermit vampire was living in his falling apart old castle and some fuck bought it as a "fixer upper", would the vampire just glitch out on to the lawn or would he be okay since he lived there before?

Okay so this would depend on where you are in the world, and whether or not they had squatters rights (can’t be evicted and can apply for legal ownership of place once they have been there for X amount of years) but I mean, the dude owns the place, even if it is a run down mess he was still there first and there’s probably some ancient land ownership law which can’t be overwritten by modern laws (you find all sorts of weird things are still technically legal cause no one bothered to update the books since 1645) so basically whoever just bought this castle to turn it into a modern fixer upper, congrats, you also just bought yourself a vampire and he’s not going anywhere.

(Also now I kind of want to write this where a family buys it to turn it into a hotel/wedding venue and the kids find the vampire in the attic and he ends up being the weird uncle who gets roped into hilarious wedding related shenanigans?? Like 

“Okay yes fine, you can host weddings here, but registrar only, no religious ones.” 
“But Theolodious, why?”
“Really Sharon, really, do I have to spell it out for you. Really.”


“We really should increase the lighting for photographs, what about skylights?”
“How about I just set all of you on fire while you’re trying to sleep.”


“Please, for the love of god, please don’t let people throw confetti or rice, I’m begging you.”


“Okay what’s our final head count for the night?”
“Are you sure?”
“Did I fucking stutter Steve?”


“Uncle Theo, why does the groom have “help me” on the bottom of his shoes, why is everyone laughing?.”
“Because small one, humanity has failed collectively as a species and heteronormativity is a constructed lie designed to oppress over half the population for not conforming to arcane and chauvinistic ideals put in place by dead scholars who have long since turned to dust and have no place influencing modern society.”
“Permanence is an illusion.”


“Madame, flattering as your offer is for a quickie, you’re not my type.”
“What is your type then?” ;) ;) ;)
“O negative.”


“Whoo, what a day, I could eat a horse.”
“…well obviously I’m not going to.”


“Theo…are you…are you crying?”
“You big softie, I never thought someone like you would cry at a wedding.”
“…I’ve lived a long life, Sharron. People come and go, the christening you bless will be the funeral you mourn in less than a century. But people keep saying “I love you”, that has to count for something.”

clothes of the majors I’ve met

English: stylish enough, glasses, won’t look me in the eye when I wear crocs, lots of things on their keychains

Computer science: the hoody-jeans squad, did CS so they would never have to wear a suit

philosophy: tank-tops, no shoes, pajama bottoms

art students: either rocking that depression sweater or making some sort of statement I missed

Psychology: leggings or sweatpants, pastels, long hair and messy top-knots

engineering: same as CS, bags under their eyes, lot’s of pins

International relations: mostly H&M and going hard for some unknown European flavor

archeology/anthro: beads & warm colors, always give me the vibe they would rather be covered in dirt right now

law school: forced into suits when required, otherwise have 2 day old makeup on or 7 o’clock beard shadow

teaching/nursing: look more comfortable than me, practical shoes

aerospace: how do all of you own the same einstein shirt?

history/humanities: left any sense of fashion in the 18th century, baseball caps, forget to wear socks with their shoes

business school:

~Sigils for Wanderers~

Each of these is meant to be beneficial to wanderers and nomads in one way or another, and would work well on backpacks, phone-covers, shoes, or anything that regularly accompanies you on your adventures. 

In case you can’t read my crappy handwriting, the meanings are, from top to bottom:

1. I find beauty and magic everywhere I go

2. I am calm and competent in all situations

3. I return from my journeys safe and happy.

4. I embody the power and adaptability of the sea

(the photos are mine, just some snippets from my own aimless wanderings) 

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uncultureddoubloon  asked:

Could you please explain the "help me" in the bottom of the groom's shoes and how it's a joke/poking fun at/is an example of toxic heteronomativity?

So I dunno if y’all have seen this, but I’ve worked a lot of weddings in my life and  there’s this super funny (/sarcasm/) thing where the groom will write “help me” on the soles of his shoes, so that when the couple kneel down at the altar, everyone will see it and laugh at the fact that this poor man has been trapped into the sanctity of marriage.

Sort of like those cake toppers where the groom is attempting to run away or is being forcibly dragged to the altar with words like game over on it cause he no longer gets to have fun with his life or something because he’s getting married:

Or quite literally, a ball and chain:

Basically the whole “help me” thing? Is a continuation of the idea that there are definite gender norms, and that those genders are in direct conflict with each other, and therefore predispositioned to eventual resentment and hatred. 

It’s the snarky sitcom hetero snide comedy where the wife is always nagging the husband who is the put upon joe average who had life and dreams until he got married and had kids, who now wants to just be left alone to read the paper while his wife looks after his home, his kids, his general emotional well being, and is still cast as the shrew for wanting something more from him than his dispassionate resentment that she won’t coddle him like one of the offspring.

Cause haha, it’s so awful spending the rest of your life with the person you are profess to love and adore…imagine that…imagine losing your freedom, your individuality and quite possibly your own autonomy to another person through a societal convention… *everyone not born male and white looks into the camera like they’re on the office*

Also consider, if a woman knelt down at the altar and had “help me” on her shoes? How drastically unfunny that becomes because we know, we know the way marriage is set up to give one partner the advantage over the other…

It’s just icky. It’s an icky not funny joke which I wish would die out.

sadinasaphrite  asked:

I understand you have a long list of these questions, but figured I'd get in line. I want to adopt a retired greyhound racer. What health problems do you see with them? I've also heard they are especially sensitive to anesthesia due to their low body fat. Do you have a protocol you find is particularly safe for them? The rescues have too many conflicting answers. One even claims they never should be put under anesthesia ever, even for dentals, because they "just die!" Which is ridiculous.

Anonymous said: Is it ok to request another breed? If so, greyhounds? Possibly rescue racing hounds if that specification has any problems that pet raised greyhounds dont


Anonymous said: Hello! I was wondering if you could (or have already done) a post about greyhounds? Specifically racing-quality ones? I read something earlier that claimed they were a lot healthier than most dogs and I’m wondering if that’s true. Thanks!


Anonymous said: Hey there! I noticed you said recently you’d like to see more ex-racing greyhounds as pets - I’m seriously considering adopting one in the future and I was wondering what health issues you see in them? I’ve heard that they can get painful corns on their feet and that you need to be careful about their temperature, but is there anything else you see that a future adopter should be watching for? Question tax: came for the the vet stories, stayed for the refreshingly sensible advice :)

Oh vetlings, I have a lot to say about Greyhounds.

I adore these dogs, and am glad to work with them, but don’t specifically condone organised greyhound racing. Most of these dogs like to run, I would have no problem with them running around a track casually for fun, but once prize-money is involved it becomes too tempting to push limits, to cheat, to cut corners, to overbreed, and this leads to poor welfare outcomes for too many dogs.

Please note the disclaimer that these posts are about the breed from a veterinary viewpoint as seen in clinical practice, i.e. the problems we are faced with. It’s not the be-all and end-all of the breed and is not to make a judgement about whether the breed is right for you. If you are asking for an opinion about these animals in a veterinary setting, that is what you will get. It’s not going to be all sunshine and cupcakes, and is not intended as a personal insult against your favorite breed. This is general advice for what is common, often with a scientific consensus but sometimes based on personal experiences, and is not a guarantee of what your dog is going to encounter in their life.

Also please note that this will be a Long Post.

Originally posted by thegypsycob

General conditions of Greyhounds

Whatever their history all greyhounds have a few things in common. Most of them struggle to sit, they tend to either stand or lie down. Their pain tolerance is interesting, walking in with a broken bone but screaming at a tiny needle prick. They like to feel someone touching their head. There are also a few conditions common to them, regardless of their lifestyle or upbringing. They are one of the very few breeds that I think it’s not an exaggeration to say you benefit from seeing a vet with experience in this breed. We have a lot to get through, so I’ll try to keep the basics fairly short.

Bloat, (Gastric Dilatation Volvulus) is more common in the big males, but can occur in any greyhound due to their deep chest. Delicate, picky eaters seem less at risk.

Greyhounds are generally very athletic, but they can and do develop Dilated Cardiomyopathy. While they have generally reached a reasonable age before developing this condition,

Pannus can affect any greyhound, and this chronic eye condition is generally made worse by UV light exposure. Once diagnosed it’s not too hard to control with medication but it is a long term condition. This is the most likely reason you would see a greyhound wearing doggy sunglasses or ‘Doggles’.

Greyhounds can also get Progressive Retinal Atrophy, which may manifest as ‘night blindness’ first, though this seems to be less common lately.

Greyhounds, perhaps surprisingly for all the raw food they seem to get when racing, have generally poor Dental Health. Despite being big dogs that are generally pretty tolerant, most of them don’t like to chew. They’re delicate chewers and won’t necessarily gnaw a bone.

Speaking of bones, these dogs get Osteosarcoma (Bone cancer) fairly readily. This cancer has a biphasic age pattern. Basically it usually occurs in dogs around 2 years of age, and dogs around 8-10 years of age. It’s all kinds of bad, every time and there’s not much else to say about it, other than the life expectancy is short. I’ve talked about it previously.

Of purely cosmetic concern, greyhounds also commonly develop pattern baldness. Typically the affected areas are the thighs and ventral neck, and there are a few possible reasons for this. It might be genetic, it might be nutritional or stress related, or it might be due to blood vessel compression under due to large muscle groups underneath the skin. This generally bothers the owners more than the dog.

Greyhounds often have thin skin, and while this doesn’t necessarily bother the dogs most of the time it certainly bothers me as the surgeon! Some of these poor dogs will seem to tear themselves open with any little scrape, so be careful of the suture materials you choose. They are prone to pressure sores with poor bandage care too.

And associated with their thin skin, some of these dogs develop “Happy Tail,” which is basically a chronic injury on the tail tip which wont heal because the blessed dog insists on wagging it against solid objects all the time, despite the pain and injury. They can’t help it. They’re too happy, hence the name of the wound. This takes creative bandaging or the occasional partial amputation to fix.

Originally posted by emiliotheexplorer

Conditions associated with Racing

Most greyhounds are reared for the race track and it’s not until later that they’re identified as being 'unsuitable’ for the track. Some greyhounds will be 'retired’ early, before they ever get to run, but many will be retired either with injuries or because they just don’t win. Greyhounds that have been retired due to injury are not necessarily lame, they may have healed well enough to do normal dog activities, just not enough to win races.

Track leg is probably the most common 'racetrack injury’ we see. It’s basically a swelling on the inside of the tibia below the knee, caused by the greyhound continually hitting its hind leg with a front leg as it runs around the track in the same direction all the time. They’re usually not painful, and generally go away when the greyhound is not restricted to always running in a very large circle.

Corns are hard thickenings in the bottom on a footpad, either secondary to trauma, foreign objects (grit) or papilomas. They start out small but grow with time, and are painful. It’s like having a stone in your shoe all the time and many greyhounds will become footsore because of it. Affected greyhounds are often reluctant to walk on harder surfaces, and anti-inflammatories doesn’t seem to make much difference. We treat them by paring them out and waiting patiently.

Grit in foot pads can cause corns, and can cause similar lameness to corns, but will show up on Xrays if you use high enough detail. These are fragments of sand or other foreign objects that have become embedded in the foot pads while running. Greyhounds are particularly lame with this injury and often don’t respond fully to anti-inflammatories. They need surgery to remove these pieces of grit, and the surgery can result in corns.

A Fractured hock, carpus or metacarpal/metatarsal might be a racing career ending injury, but not necessarily a life ending one. Depending on the extent of the fracture the greyhound may have no lameness with a walk or light run, or may end up with a completely fused joint. Generally these dogs are only retired to pet homes if they can still get themselves around pain free.

A Split Webbing is an injury to the web of skin between toes. When this skin tears it’s nearly impossible to get it to heal if both layers are torn, so the recommended technique is to split it all the way to the base of the toes and remove the webbing. This doesn’t seem to bother the dogs at all, and prevents it from re-tearing over and over again as it heals.

Maxillary Fractures are a rare injury of long-nosed dogs who are also klutzes and trip over, slamming their nose into a fence or the ground. This upwards force can fracture the upper jaw, just in front of the canine teeth. These fractures may be non displaced, causing little more than a blood nose and needing pain relief and soft food for a few weeks, or they may be loose and need wiring. They are fairly uncommon overall, but it seems to be greyhounds that get them most.

Associated with racing greyhound husbandry, Neospora infection from raw, infected beef consumption (and similar Toxoplasma from kangaroo or sheep) is more common in greyhounds due to their high prevalence of raw meat being fed. It may present as anything from back pain to blindness, and you can lose whole litters to these parasites.

There are a number of odd Assorted Sports therapy things that greyhounds might be subjected to, from particular lineaments being used, ultrasound therapy, chiropractic treatment or 'seeing the muscle men’, some of the 'treatments’ racing greyhounds are exposed to seem more like hope and witchcraft than medicine. These dogs may also have been supplemented with all sorts of things during their racing days, including iron and B12 as the most common supplements. You don’t necessarily know what a dog has or hasn’t been given in its racing days, but most will be little consequence, if any, after a few months.

Racing greyhounds are also known for a few particular metabolic weirdnesses. Exercise associated heart conditions, exercise associated epilepsy, water diabetes (like a temporary diabetes insipidus), rhabdomyolysis and acidosis are the most well known.


Now, this is an interesting difference. Greyhounds are a bit different when it comes to anaesthetics. Most vet students will easily recall that barbituate anaesthetics aren’t recommended in sighthounds due to their proportionally low body fat (and very young or very fat dogs for the same reasons), but greyhounds also seem to have a different liver metabolism that makes handling this class of drugs more difficult. Fortunately there are many other options these days.

The whole 'they die under anaesthesia’ thing is…sort of true. If you put them under anaesthetic when they’re under 24 hours off the race track then they tend to…well… die. But when these dog’s have been at rest for at least 24 hours there doesn’t seem to be a particular increase risk of death specifically.

These dogs are prone to both hypothermia and hyperthermia under anaesthetic, and in life in general.

They are prone to rapid wake ups from anaesthesia, which is not fun when you have a 30kg dog thrashing about and freaking out. For this reason higher premed doses seem to help if you’re using an alfaxalone protocol, medetomedine/butorphanol works well for sedation and we usually use xylazine/ketamine/atropine for orthopaedics. I will not be posting dose rates on this blog, but rest assured greyhounds are perfectly able to have an anaesthetic. They’ve got to get their dental disease treated somehow!

Compared to other breeds

Generally greyhounds are considered pretty healthy. They’re not free of problems, but their common problems are different to common problems in other breeds. Greyhounds have one of the lowest incidences of hip dysplasia in purebred dogs,  and rarely develop the same common structural issues we see in other breeds.

Their blood results are often a little different. A greyhound in racing condition will have a higher PCV, and a pet greyhound may keep this in their retired life. They often have a lower platelet count,  by around 20-25% or so, and may have a relatively low T4. A low T4 can be normal for a greyhound, and hypothyroidism shouldn’t be diagnosed without a TSH level.

They are, in general a little more prone to being clingy or developing separation anxiety. This is generally because most of these dogs are raised in big groups in a kennel situation, and may not get to be truly 'alone’ until they’re in a pet home. Some dogs just need a few weeks of being spoiled with TLC to adjust, some dogs need some pharmaceutical assistance for a while. Some dogs only really relax if they have a companion, but it depends on the individual.

So that is the greyhound breed from a veterinary viewpoint in a nutshell. Some of these points are brief because I only want to give you an overview, but I do recommend vet students spend some time in a greyhound practice, even if you don’t want to work with them or the racing industry, because the musculoskeletal exam of a greyhound is so much more thorough and I understood hocks and carpi much better in greyhounds than I ever did in horses.

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✨ imagines; theme: "in love with you" ✨

🌻 imagine dan as the boy with anxiety , the boy obsessed with the stars and reading mystery novels, the nervous seeming boy who always shakes and stutters and avoids eye contact and phil as the popular boy who doesn’t even try to be liked, who has girls and boys alike throwing themselves at his feet. and he falls in love. with dan howell.

🌻 phil hating his glasses, not wanting to wear them but they’re the only way he can see, and he tells dan. dan just frowns with a “well let’s see” and takes phil’s glasses off, tilting his head to the side and he smiles softly. when phil asks what, why is he smiling, dan just smiles harder, putting his glasses back on. “i think i like it better like this. you look more like the phil i fell in love with.”

🌻 dan getting slightly (*very) tipsy while out with his friends at a bar, and he sings halo at the top of his lungs; it starts with humming and light tapping of his fingers before his friends start encouraging him , and soon he’s on the fucking piano, spinning around and around and singing (and if they’re honest it doesn’t sound half bad) before he starts to fall ; cue bartender phil rushing forward and catching him bridal style. dan giggles, his face tinted pink and blowing away the soft curls falling in his face. “can i have another drink pweasee?” phil chuckles. “i think you’ve had enough, love.”

🌻 phil befriending his best friend’s younger brother who’s always shunned by him; inviting him to hang out with them and soon enough just him, pulled in by dan’s sweet squishy face and his dimples and the way dan’s eyes twinkle when phil makes him laugh. one day dan’s being very reserved when they’re sitting on phil’s roof; he keeps biting his lip and pulling his sleeves over his hands and avoiding phil’s eyes, so phil asks what’s wrong. dan looks up, blushing like hell, holding his hands to his mouth like a chipmunk, his eyes wide. “i think i’ve fallen in love with you, philly.” his bottom lip trembles he lets his face fall into his hands. “i’m sorry, please don’t hate me.” phil grins, touching his arm. “hey,” he says gently, offering him a smile. “don’t worry. i think i’m falling in love too. so…” he takes dan’s hand, intertwining their fingers, and dan stares at their hands. “so we’ll fall together. okay?”

🌻 phil using pick up lines on dan all day, every time he walks into the room. “are you a magician? because when i look at you everyone else disappears.” “hey, dan? tie your shoes. i wouldn’t want you falling for anyone else.” and every time phil says one he gets this look on his face, his eyes lighting up and an excited grin stretching across his face, and dan can feel himself melting more and more every time but he just rolls his eyes until, finally , after phil compares his face to the night sky he blurts it out; “fuck you, phil, i’m fucking in love with you,” and leaves the room, leaving phil with his mouth dropped open.

“Jack, I need you to rescue me.” Bitty clutches his phone tightly, trying to keep it steady.

“Bittle? What’s going on? Where are you?”

Bitty looks out the door at the rain. It’s fat and heavy and he can barely make out the cars he knows are parked a few metres away in the lot.

“I was baking a pie, but Holster had finished all the eggs at breakfast without telling me. He’s done it before–finished the eggs, that is–but he told me last time. So I had the flour on the bench, and spices, and I opened the fridge and–because there was no note, Jack so–”

“Bits?” Jack interrupts. “I need you to do something, okay? For me?”

“Oh. Okay, Jack.”

“Great. Take a deep breath.”

The air is freezing at the entrance, with the doors opening and closing as other shoppers walk in and out. Bitty opens his mouth and does it anyway.

“Good job. Now slowly let it out.”

Bitty blows out and he swears he can see his breath cloud in front of him even though he’s inside.

“Once more,” says Jack, “then tell me where you are.”

In. Out. “Murder Stop n Shop.”

“Thank god.”

“What, why?” Bitty asks, confused and shivery as a gust of wind comes in. “Jack. That’s not good. It’s raining so darn much and I’ve got no umbrella and too many groceries. I can’t afford to let these things get wet.”

“Look to your left.”

Bitty turns his head to see–as best he can in this weather–the pathway leading to the store.

There’s Jack. Walking through the torrential downpour with a massive, blue umbrella, and his phone to his ear.

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voiceless #2

This ending won the poll:

Hanahaki Disease GOOD ending - Lance has feelings for Keef. However, he can’t say anything because his voice is gone. But everything turns out fine and Lance’s voice is back :)

here’s part 1

And here is part 2! whoops it’s a lot longer and langstier than i originally intended

WARNING: yup there’s still LOTS of langst even if the ending is good, best prepare yourself

“Shut up, you stupid boy. I ought to get rid of your whiny voice.” Lotor snapped before grinning with realization. “Perhaps I should.”

Lance’s eyes widened. No, he can’t do that, it’s all I have, it’s all I have from Earth, it’s all I am, I’m useless if I’m voiceless, please, no, anything but that-

But Lance couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t talk, god, he couldn’t breathe, he was choking. He couldn’t do this to Lance, he couldn’t take his voice away. Lance desperately grasped at his throat with his sweaty, chained, hands. No, no, no, no… 

“Foolish human, I haven’t even done anything. You really are pathetic,” Lotor spat, looking down at Lance’s trembling, crumpled form as if Lance was nothing more than a pesky piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe.

“N-no-” Lance’s breathing was labored and forced. “-don’t, please-” Lance’s voice cracked, and it sounded so broken and weak.

“Reduced to begging at my feet?” Lotor cackled, voice shrill and unforgiving. “How fun this will be. Tell me, little paladin, all of your secrets.”

Lotor was approaching, looming over Lance, and he couldn’t do anything. He was helpless to whatever sick thing Lotor had in plan for him.

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Kiwi: Part Three

A mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x

Kiwi: Part One // Kiwi: Part Two

“Where are yeh taking me?”

Harry’s voice called out to her as she led him uphill through the forest, the humidity of the Jamaican air causing the material of her shirt to cling to her back. She turned around to look at Harry as he scaled up behind her, his blue muscle shirt showing off the inked skin of his arms. She flashed a grin, reaching a hand out to him as she spoke.

“It’s a secret, Kiwi. That means I can’t tell ya,” she laughed a little, and he reached out to take her hand in his. She gave him a tug and pulled him up to her level, smiling at his dimpled grin. She released his hand and turned to continue walking uphill, grabbing onto the straps of her bag. “It’s one of my favorite places here. Found it a little after I moved to this side of the island, and I usually come here on my free days.”

“How long’ve yeh been here fo’?” He asked, running a hand through his unruly locks that had yet to be tamed by the heat.

“About a month and a half now,” she answered. She waited for him to catch up and take the few steps he needed to before she started to walk again. “How about you? What’s a superstar like you doing here?”

“Been here for about a week now working on the next album,” he explained.

“What made you want to come here?” She asked.

“It’s a peaceful place,” he answered, reaching to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face. “The past few albums I’ve made with the boys have mostly been recorded on the go—in hotel rooms or between a handful of different cities. I loved it an’ I wouldn’t give the memories away for the world, but I wanted something different this time ‘round.”

“Makes sense,” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder with a smile on her face. “Almost there.”

Harry followed her to the edge of what looked like a small cliff. He took a few steps towards the edge and looked over at the pool of water at the bottom of what could have easily been a hundred foot drop. He then watched as she set her backpack down on the ground and began removing her t-shirt, revealing the white bikini top underneath.

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Top left is Lilly, she’s constantly angry and detests Tom with every fibre of her being. She will hiss at him if he looks st her.
Top right is Fry, he’s the oldest at nearly 8 and is Tom’s best friend. He used to hate Meeko but has now decided he’ll tolerate her.
Bottom left is Meeko, she’s incredibly fluffy and if she gets any tangles in her fur she will rip them out and leave lumps of fur everywhere (even though we brush her all the time she still gets tangles!!). She also meows all the time and comes when you call her name.
Bottom right is Tom, aka Tommy Two Shoes, Tommy Tingle or Fromas. He’s the baby and I think is currently grooming Fry to be his sugar daddy. He has a double chin and purrs silently.

Bts Spring Day MV Theory.

The whole theory around this music video is something I’m absolutely done with. … so here’s my theory: Everyone in Bts is dead. I kinda based all of this on the setting of where each member had their own little “special moment” For example, Namjoon on the train, Taehyung by the train tracks, Yoongi on the pile of clothes, Jin looking up from the stairwell, Hoseok on top of the train, and Jimin at the beach, and Jungkook in the train. Namjoon is dead because of that train scene. At one moment he’s on the train, next moment he’s walking through a door to a motel. I’m assuming that he’s dead and looking through his memories with the members when they were alive. Taehyung is not necessarily dead yet. I’m thinking that the train is kinda like the Cat Bus from “My Neighbor Totoro”. It brings dead people to the underworld. So, Tae being by the train tracks means he’s going to the afterlife but isn’t really getting there yet. Yoongi… I don’t really have a explanation about his death. Just the fact that he’s sitting on a mountain of clothes in a dark place makes me think that’s he’s not… alive. Jin is dead, but I think he was the first to die. Him standing at the bottom of the stairwell indicates that he’s in the underworld. In the scene, you can see all the members, except for Jin, going up the stairwell, leaving him behind in the afterlife. Again, don’t really have a explanation for Hoseok’s death. Other than the fact that he’s on the train, that is being portrayed as the Cat Bus from Totoro, being taken to the afterlife. Jimin is dead, but I don’t think he’s in the same place as the other members. He’s standing on a beach, a completely different setting from all the member’s, with shoes in his hand. Then, we can see the shoes hanging from a tree. Hanging shoes normally indicate that someone has died in the same location. Lastly, Jungkook wasn’t dead in the beginning, but in the end, he was dead. In the beginning, he was on the train, which you kno, Cat bus. And he’s always seen there alone. And in other scenes he’s holding a match or sparklers, with all of the members behind him. The members are all ghosts watching over him. Then, Jungkook is seen running through halls ahead of his hyungs. After that, he’s seen again on the train, but when he opens his eyes he sees everyone else. So now, he’s reunited with his hyungs in the afterlife. In the end, they’re all seen at the place where the shoes were hung, and on the giant mountain of clothes. Which shows that they’re all together in the afterlife. If you don’t agree with this, fite me. Seriously tho, I wanna hear your take on the music video theory.

Originally posted by chyogi


(GIF is not mine, but I adore it) 

Requested: No! But the new trailer gave me so many ideas!

Warnings: Fluff, Angst. 


Everything has happened so quickly. You walked away from Peter for one second to go grab a drink and just like that your feet were dangling in the air, a tight metal arm wrapped around your waist.

 When you let out a blood curling scream the gymnasium became silent–and everyone looked your way. You struggled, making your heels fall off and hit the tile floor with a ‘clank’–and Peter looked at you helplessly, unsure how to exit without ‘Vulture’ noticing.

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Quick bottom upload to get this shoe edit out in the world, here you go! The skirt’s a really low poly one from base game reshaped and its uv map cleaned up. I like them lady hips  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

The mesh has both morphs and four recolors, all with black shoes. All files have been compressorized. Anyone wanting to recolor the skirt, here’s an uv map to make it easier!

Credits: bunhead, whose awesome shoes I used as a base for these!

Download at SFS!


Isaac Newton vs. Las Vegas: How Physicists Used Science To Beat The Odds At Roulette

“By 1961, Thorp and Shannon had built and tested the world’s first wearable computer: it was merely the size of a cigarette pack and able to fit into the bottom of a specially-designed shoe. Toe switches would activate the computer once the wheel and ball were set into motion, collecting timing data for both. Once the computer calculated the most likely result, it would transmit that value as musical tones to a tiny speaker lodged in an earpiece. The wires were camouflaged as much as possible.”

Did you know the world’s first wearable computer was built all the way back in the 1960s, was worn on your feet… and was used to help gamblers cheat at roulette? Physicists and mathematicians work with probability and predicting the behavior of a given system a lot, and when you combine that with the science of simple motion (as on a roulette wheel), the possibility of ‘beating the odds’ suddenly becomes real. Security measures that seem commonplace today in casinos, such as roulette wheels with no observable defects, a ban on computers and ‘table talk,’ and the inability to place late bets, all came about because of how scientist/gamblers have successfully beaten the house in the past.

From the 1940s up to the modern day, come hear the story of how simple physics helped defeat the casinos, and how the saga, for a few people, is still ongoing today!