american type

273-TERRACOTY [Terra Cotta-Coyote]
-Psychic/Ground
-The Trickster pokemon
-Ability: Prankster - Magic Guard(HA)
-Dex: “This mischievous pokemon is known for its childish behaviour, and are often attracted to small children who they like to amuse with their psychic tricks. Their bodies are made of hard clay, and it is part of many native myths that this pokemon where sculpted by the gods.”
-Moveset:
    -Mud-Slap
    -Confusion
    -Howl
    -Trick

–>Evolves at lvl 20<–

274-COYOTRIK [Coyote-Trick]
-Psychic/Ground
-The Trickster Pokemon
-Ability:  Prankster - Magic Guard(HA)
-Dex: “This pokemon enjoys playing with others, doesn’t matter if they are pokemons or humans. This pokemon likes to play tricks on anyone unsuspecting of its presence, making use of its psychic powers to achieve all kind of pranks and tricks. It is believed that if you are having a party and a COYOTRIK shows up, you will be blessed with happiness and good luck.”
-Moveset:
    -Stomping Tantrum
    -Zen Headbutt
    -Snarl
    -Trick Room

–>Evolves at lvl 42<–

275- TOTEMAGO [Totem-Mago]
-Psychic/Dragon
-The Totemic Pokemon
-Ability: Sacred Land*
-Dex: “This pokemon can live for over a hundred years and was considered by many native tribes a sacred creature. Unlike COYOTRIK this pokemon is very serious and will reflect over its actions for hours, standing perfectly still while meditating. Many come to this pokemon seeking its experience and wisdom.”
-Moveset:
    -Outrage
    -Psyshock
    -Earth Power
    -Dragon Dance

*Ground moves are treated as Psychic Moves at the same time.

every type of american cooking show contestant
  • the amateur chef that likes to cook for fun and doesn’t know how they made it that far into the show
  • the struggling chef with a tragic backstory
  • the loud italian that won’t stop making italian food and announcing that they’re italian every chance they get
  • the chef that’s only good at making desserts and panics when it’s an entrée
  • the southern chef that goes on about fried chicken, sweet potatoes, pies, corn, and their family of 40 all the time
  • the care-free charismatic chef that’s just there for the experience and is okay with going home
  • that one chef that always does everything last minute and can’t manage their time even if their life depended on it
  • the chef that’s always safe and never wins anything and then the one time they try and do something different they get eliminated
  • the one stressed-out chef that never knows what the hell they’re doing but manages to succeed and pull-through with their dish every time
  • the overconfident hardcore chef that wants to destroy everybody there and tries to cheat if they get the chance
  • the asian chef that makes delicious dishes and plates them in a gorgeous way every time
  • the edgy chef with tattoos up and down their arms that no one really has a problem with
  • an extremely experienced chef that shouldn’t even be there
  • the chef that won’t stop taking risks and putting twists on all of their dishes
  • the chef that we barely get to know and gets eliminated first and can barely remember that they ever existed by the end of the show
  • the hipster that always talks about their blog/food photography and gives an “urban” and “rustic” look to all of their dishes for aesthetic and sometimes names their dishes too
  • that one chef that’s a klutz, won’t stop messing up almost every single one of their dishes, always forgets ingredients, and completely doesn’t belong there yet somehow made it farther than most people for no reason whatsoever
  • the californian chef that won’t stop making mexican food and seafood
  • the foreign chef that’s just excited to be on the show
  • that one vegan/vegetarian chef that complains a lot
  • the mom that has kids at home and won’t stop mentioning how she’s cooking for them
Exhibit Four is a photograph of a Guaymi Indian woman whose name is being kept secret. If she is alive today, she is well into middle age. Diagnosed with leukemia in 1991, she sought treatment in a hospital in PAnama City. While there, samples of her blood were drawn and her cell line was “immortalized” and stored in the United States, without her knowledge or consent. Two American scientists, listing themselves as “inventors” of her cell line, applied for its patent in 1993 and placed her cell line on sale at the American Type Culture Collection for $136. They did so on behalf of the Center for Disease Control because of the cell line’s commercial promise and because the government encourages scientists to patent anything of interest.
—  Laurelyn Whitt: Science, Colonialism, and Indigenous Peoples, The Cultural Politics of Law and Knowledge 

So often when we talk about Asians in media, people expect Asian-Americans to be placated by Asian content. They don’t distinguish between Asian and Asian-American content — they’re very different, and that’s not to place a higher value on one or the other. It’s just to give an awareness to people that to lump us together as the same story is reductive to our experience. The fortitude it took to come here as an immigrant, with no support system in a new place, sometimes not even speaking the language, and what it must take to have the courage to build that kind of a story and home from scratch — it is a different experience. When Hollywood executives think Asian-Americans are placated by simply Asian roles, I think that’s reductive to what it means for our immigrant experience and how unique and special that is to us. Asians and Asian-Americans — not better nor worse — just different.” [x]

anonymous asked:

How do Doberman's deserve the tittle, "dangerous dog?" Sorry, it it's a stupid question I was just curious

And another anon:

What do you mean by well deserved reputation?

This is part of what I’ve said before about knowing the breed’s history. From the very beginning, this was a breed meant to intimidate, meant to bite first and ask questions later, meant to be tough to own and tougher to control. To give pause to “the devil himself”. To be so sharp that people would automatically think twice before approaching.

Of course, when you continually breed for that extreme and keep breeding for that extreme, you end up with dogs that are either unstable or unsuitable for modern life. In the 70s, the breed’s aggression was such a problem that it’s rumored dobes are the real reason behind the AKC’s rules on vicious dogs. There are dogs in our studbooks that were so quick to bite and attack that judges refused to approach them, dogs that should have been disqualified for missing teeth and undescended testicles that the judges couldn’t get near let alone touch to verify they had DQ faults. If you speak to any breeder who was in the breed during that time, they’ll have stories about a dog or several that no one could approach, that bit friend and foe alike, that made a game of attacking and mauling. In some places in the world today, these dogs still exist. They are part of India and Peru’s police force and a big reason why many people from those regions hesitate to approach the breed when they meet them in this country. If you look through breed history books written by people who were actually there and met the dogs, it’s almost treated like a badge of pride that a big name dog drew blood on the author. Even now, some working breeders want to bring this dog back in full swing, and brag that their IPO dogs needto be heavily monitored and heavily corrected or they will attack neutral strangers.

Landlords aren’t so quick to forget what the breed used to be. There was a big split in the 70s and show breeders began breeding away from that temperament and molded them into what we know of today as a happy, energetic family dog and visual bad-guy-deterrent. The working breeders wanted to tame a bit of that down so the dogs would be safer to handle, but did not want to be completely rid of it for protection reasons. This is where the majority of the split between the lines occurred, and why all the bad blood between the types feels so recent. It is. The 70s dogs, most of them take a very experienced eye to tell between the working vs the show dogs. You can’t pick out “euro” or “american” as easily. Both types had much more moderate conformation and had not been bred to the extremes you see today.

The reputation of the doberman being a vicious, uncontrollable animal is not undeserved and is tied very closely to the breed’s history. You can’t really expect people who were around at that time to suddenly forget what the breed is capable of just because that temperament is mostly gone in the US now. It’s also part of why the breed has so many temperament problems that must be combated through careful breeding, raising, socializing, and training nowadays.

momentum - 1

chapter 1


A blast of the rich scent of coffee and sweet pastries assaulted him as he stepped into the cafe.

He spotted the boisterous table of seven in the corner - they were hard to miss in the small coffee shop, especially with Naruto’s blonde, messy hair and Sakura’s pastel pink locks. A few of the group caught his gaze and waved at him.

“Sasuke’s here!” Naruto exclaimed and a chorus of cheers followed suit.

The man huffed in amusement and went to order his usual: black coffee with a hit of dark chocolate. The fragrant drink was one of the few things he looked forward to at the end of the week.

When he went to take his usual place at the table, he noticed that it was already occupied.

“Hey, Sasuke,” Rock Lee paused in his conversation with the stranger in his seat, “This is Hinata, she’s Neji’s younger cousin.”

She looked up at him with wide lavender eyes and offered a shy smile, “Hi Sasuke.”

He tilted his head at her in greeting and sat next to her, in the only open chair.

Sipping the smooth liquid, he discreetly watched the newcomer and pondered.

This girl was a Hyuuga? He thought to Neji and Hiashi, who was acquaintances with his father, and saw the resemblance in her pale irises and dark hair. But the personalities definitely did not match. She was kind of mousy and didn’t possess the frigid demeanor or casual detachment of her family members.

She was currently complaining about one of her classes to Lee, a sports medicine major and upperclassman that had already suffered through core courses.

“We just had our first exam and there was so much on it!” She sighed. “The whole class was there up to the last minute and I had to guess for the last five because I ran out of time.”

Rock Lee nodded sagely, “I heard Dr. Morino’s exams were quite difficult, but he does offer a curve.”

“Physics two?” Sasuke asked.

She affirmed in a dejected manner, “Unfortunately…”

“I’m taking it this semester too.”

“With who?” Interest sparked in her eyes as she fully turned towards him; they could bemoan that cursed class together.

Hinata was excited because she had trouble meeting new people since she’d entered Konoha University and it was like playing Tetris on hard mode when trying to meet up with her best friends. Shino was taking obscure entomology classes at unconventional times and doing research that had him out in the field often, and Kiba was balancing classes, helping out at his family’s kennel, and volunteering at the local animal shelter.

She was also kind of nervous because a lot of these people were new to her and her few usual acquaintances were busy. Gaara was studying for some big poli sci exam tomorrow and Tenten had work.

“Hatake,” he deadpanned.

Lee was about to comment, but got pulled into another conversation by Naruto, who boasted that he could beat the track star in a race.

Her cringe was apparent and she made a sound of sympathy. The silver-haired professor was notorious for being fashionably late to lectures and for being flaky in general.

“I take it you’ve heard of his excellent attendance?”

Her laugh was bright, pleasant. “I have.”

“Last week, he didn’t even show to administer our exam. The TAs had to and they were pissed about it - apparently he emailed them ten minutes before the test.”

Her mouth parted in shock. “That’s terrible! I feel bad for complaining about Dr. Morino.”

He chuckled at her reaction, “Well I did hear he was a hard ass.”

A slight nod in confirmation. “He’s… strict and his tests are near impossible but he’s great at teaching. Physics just isn’t my subject.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear as she lamented her less than satisfactory (in her opinion) performance in the course.

The blue-black strands seemed to subtly change in shade when they shifted and he wanted to observe the color closer, maybe run his fingers through the soft locks.

As soon as the idea struck him, he mentally recoiled from it. What the fuck? That was creepy. Those kinds of thoughts were the precursor to stalking her and later building a shrine out of her candid photos.

He kept his hands clasped to his cup, as if he didn’t trust himself not to act of that stray thought.

“Physics isn’t my subject either.”


When the rambunctious group walked to the dorms to turn in for the night, Sasuke and Hinata were drifting at the back, as they tended to do.

“We should study together some time.” The stoic man was staring straight ahead, the image of cool with his hands in his pockets.

“For physics,” he quickly added for clarity.

‘Smooth, Sasuke, real smooth,’ he berated himself, sweating at the potential of rejection.

She didn’t pick up on his apprehension and looked at him with a hopeful gaze. “Really?”

He stole a glance at her, “Yeah.”

The glow from her phone illuminated her smile as she asked to exchange numbers.

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