could be worse could be barking dogs

Cat Cafe

Written (super belatedly) for Tsukkikage Week/Day 7!

Rating: Cats

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Kageyama Tobio had a problem. One that had been bothering him for the past 19 years of his existence but lately had gotten worse, to the point where he didn’t know what to with himself anymore.

There must be something wrong with him; maybe he had been a cow murderer in a past life and now he was being rightly punished for it.

That was honestly the only logical explanation Kageyama could come up with as to why animals could never seem to like him.

It even got serious enough that his boyfriend, who’d normally just laugh when a dog started furiously barking as Kageyama tried to pet it, had taken pity on him.

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anonymous asked:

Could it be autism that I get startled easily? Like if something moves suddenly or a noise, I get startled even if no one else does. And I do this short, weirdish yell (I call it my "defense mechanism") when I get startled, and I jump. All the time. If someone touches me suddenly out of nowhere, I do it. If a bird caws, I do it. If the dog barks suddenly, I do it. Could that be autism? (Please tag with kittykatbella13 if you could? That's me, I'm just using a different account rn)


So after a bit of discussion  it seems we think that it’s most likely due to sensory hypersensitivities or possibly an exaggerated startle response due to trauma.

If it’s the the first, it’s an autism thing, if it’s the second it isn’t though it could be made worse by being autistic.


Request: Hey I love all of your witch related imagines, they're all so amazing! I was wondering if you could do one where dean has been turned into a dog and reader finds him and takes him in as a stray. Then like a few months later, after she's grown close to him he finally gets back to normal, but he has been there for her when she felt down and cried and stuff :)

“I’ve got her, Dean! Just keep her attention for a little longer.” You shouted from across the room. The only way to kill the witch you’d been hunting was to burn all her books on witchcraft. You’d gathered all the books and had already doused them in gasoline, all you needed was to light the match. 

Your hands shook from anticipation and you held the lighter above the books. You kept trying to start the flame, but the damned thing wouldn’t light. “Just another second!” You assured him, cursing under your breath. From the frustration and anxiety of the lighter not working, you dropped it. You quickly dove down and picked it up, taking your eyes off Dean and the witch for only a second. Once the object was back in your hand you got it to work and set all the books ablaze.

A horrible cry tore through the warehouse as the witch died. You sighed in relief, then went to find Dean. He wasn’t anywhere in the area, and you’d figured that he went to the Impala. But the only thing you saw outside was an adorable German Shepard puppy. Your heart lifted as you ran to the dog. 

“Hi girl!” You exclaimed, crouching beside the hound. “Or boy.” You said after a moment. “Where’s your owner?” The dog let out a little yip, and you smiled widely. “Did you see a guy walking around? Tall, light hair, amazing green eyes?” You could have gone on describing Dean, but you felt silly enough talking to a dog. You pet the dog’s head one more time, then jumped up and started walking around the building.

The little dog immediately ran to your leg and started biting your pants. You laughed and pushed the dog away, but he just kept at it. Finally, you picked the puppy up, holding him close to you and continued walking. Dean was nowhere in sight. 

“Dean!” You yelled, a horrible feeling twisting your stomach. “Dean, please!” After nobody called back you ripped your phone out and called Sam. “Sam, I can’t find Dean." 

"What? Did the witch get him?” Sam asked, and the puppy in your hands started to bark again. 

“Shh.” You ordered, then started answering Sam. “I don’t think so. I was there the whole time….. Wait! I took my eyes off them for one minute. You don’t think Dean’s hurt, do you?” You heart raced at the thought. 

“Just get over here. We’ll go over what we know. Maybe Dean’s walking here, or something.” Sam suggested, obviously troubled.

“Okay.” You said, but then remembered something. “Oh wait! I found this puppy, and I think he’s lost. Can I take him with me?" 

"Y/N, you know how Dean feels about dogs.” Sam reminded you.

“Yeah, but he’s just so cute.” You informed him, kissing the top of the puppy’s head. 

Sam sighed on the phone, “Alright. Don’t tell Dean.” Then he hung up. 

“Wanna come home?” You asked the puppy, placing him in the Impala. 

*Dean’s POV*

I’m a dog. I’m a hairy, small, adorable puppy! What the Hell? I take my eyes of the witch for one second, and the next thing I know everything’s in black and white and I’m looking up at her. I ran out to the Impala right after that, and Y/N found me. But she didn’t know it was me. I tried telling her, but she just didn’t see. 

Back at the bunker Sam and pet me and goggled over me, but then quickly got to work. They came up with all these ideas of what had happened to me, and every time they said my name I barked. And they were the smart ones, puh! 

“I’m gonna go lay down for a moment.” Y/N said, going to her room. Maybe it was because I was a dog, but I could feel how freaked out and worried she was. I ran after her and saw her on her bed, staring at the ceiling. I jumped next to her and she let out a small smile, but I could still feel her anxiety. 

I did the only thing I could, I licked her face. I thought that would help, but that just made things worse. She smiled for a moment, then her face scrunched up in pain, and tears started rolling down her cheeks. I knew she hated when people saw her cry, so I jumped off the bed and hit the door shut, then rejoined her on the bed. 

“I’m sorry.” She said to me, wrapping her arms around my fur. “I don’t usually cry like this. I’m just so freaked out. What if we never find Dean? It’s all my fault!” She buried her head into my fur and I stayed with her. I licked her neck and wherever I could see skin, and eventually she stopped crying. “Don’t tell Sam I was crying.” She joked, trying to cheer herself up. I licked her face in agreement, and she smiled widely. “You wanna know a secret?” She asked, wiping her face. She glanced at the door to make sure nobody was coming, and I pricked my ears up, this must be good. “I love Dean." 

She loved me? Y/N actually loved me? My tail started wagging and I wanted nothing more than to say the same, but I was a dog. I’d loved Y/N ever since I’d met her, how could I not? She was gorgeous, smart, funny, and a total badass. 

"Do you think Dean’s dead?” She asked, and I could feel the anxiety creeping back into her. I did my best to shake my head, but dog’s bodies weren’t exactly made for that. She got the message. “You know, you’re pretty smart for a dog.” She laughed. 

You have no idea. I thought.

*Normal POV*

It had been months since you’d last seen Dean, but you refused to accept that he was dead. Whenever you had a free chance you researched spells and curses that would have taken him away. You were so thankful for the dog you’d found. You’d taken to calling him Batman. After running through a million names, it was the only one he seemed to actually enjoy. 

You loved Batman. Anytime you felt like crying or giving up, he was right there. You’d rub your hand through his fur, and he’d kiss your cheek. He slept on your bed at night, snuggled under the covers. You and Sam were hunting another witch, the first one since you’d lost Dean, and you were so nervous. What if you lost Sam next? Or Batman? 

Luckily, your trusty dog knew how you felt, and never left your side. You’d found where she was hiding, and Sam was getting ready to leave. “Don’t ruin the house.” You ordered Batman, who cocked his head, making you laugh. You knelt down and kissed the top of his head. “I love you!” You exclaimed, hugging him. 

“Stop making out with the dog. We need to go.” Sam said, opening the door. 

You never knew how fast Batman could run. One second he was next to you, the next he was standing by the Impala. “Batman, come.” You ordered, but the dog refused. 

“Come here, boy.” Sam tried, apparently you weren’t doing it right. But Batman just stayed put. 

“Let’s just take him with us.” You suggested, wanting to get this over with.

“What if he gets hurt?” Sam asked.

“We’ll leave him in the car and crack a window. Nobody’s hurting my dog." 

Sam shrugged and opened the back door, and Batman hopped in. You jumped into the passenger seat and soon Sam was driving down the high way. You’d rolled down Batman’s window and watched as he stuck his head out the window, hair blowing in the wind. He looked so happy, it was adorable. 

You made it to the witch’s home, and left the car. Batman at your side. You’d completely forgotten about him, too scared to think of anything other than the task at hand. Batman stood by your side and you gripped his fur, comforting you. 

"Y/N, leave him in the car.” Sam said.

“Sam, I can’t. Please, just let him come.” You begged. 

“I hope he doesn’t get hurt.” Sam stated, hoping you’d leave him. You shrugged him off and walked into the house. 

The witch wasn’t even hiding. She didn’t even lock the door! You walked in and she was sitting in her family room, a book in her lap. “Finally!” She exclaimed, jumping off her seat. 

“What?” You asked in confusion.

“Honey, I’m not stupid. I knew you were coming.” She said, smiling widely. She glanced at your dog, and you instinctively stepped in front of him. 

The battle then started. She started mumbling words and Sam ran to her, a knife in hand. She easily dodged him and didn’t stop speaking. She grabbed a handful of spices and threw it at you. You started moved away, but you knew a little was going to hit you. Or, rather, it should have hit you. Instead Batman came to the rescue, jumping in front of you. 

He landed on his feet with a loud thud. You thought he’d been hurt to make such a loud noise, but instead you saw that he’d grown. He’d grown into a man, and not just any man, he’d grown into Dean. Dean was fully dressed, wearing exactly what you’d seen him in last. Your heart soared and tears blurred your vision. Dean.

You watched as he stood up and ran to the witch. She swung at him and he easily dodged it, bringing his knife into her stomach. The witch doubled over and Sam cut her head off. You stayed on the ground and watched as Sam hugged his brother, happier than you’d seen him in weeks. 

“Dean…” You said, still in shock.

“Y/N.” Dean said, a huge smile over his face. He crouched beside you and gripped your hand. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? Were you… were you Batman?" 

Dean smiled and nodded. "I like to think I was Batman before I turned into a dog, but yeah." 

"You’re a good dog.” You commented. You had no idea what to say; the only thing running through your mind was that you had Dean back, but you’d lost your dog. 

Dean helped you up and instantly wrapped his arms around you. You couldn’t hold it any longer. Tears of relief started streaming down your face. Dean hummed lightly and rubbed your back, soothing you like all those times he’d done before. 

You wiped your eyes and backed away, looking at Dean. Sam was no longer in the room, and Dean’s shirt was wet where your eyes had been. “I missed you.”

“I know.” He said, still smiling.

You finally remembered all those times you’d talked to Batman, all the secrets you’d told him, and your face turned a bright red. “Oh my god, you were there for everything! I got dressed in front of you!" 

"I didn’t look!” Dean exclaimed. “I mean, I wanted to, but that wasn’t fair." 

"I… I told you embarrassing stories about me. I kissed you! We shared a bed!” Your eyes were wide and you started pacing in front of Dean, realizing just how awkward things had become.

“And I loved it.” Dean told you, but you barely heard him.

“I peed in front of you! I farted!" 

"And it just made me love you more." 

"I told you that I was in love with you!” You brought your hand to your head, ready to throw up. 

“You’re not listening.” Dean commented, taking your hand and pulling you closer to him. “The whole time I was a dog, it just made me love you all the more. I thought I loved you before I was dog, my God, now I’m obsessed with you!” Your eyes widened and you realized just how close you were to Dean. You could feel his breath on your face. “All those dog kisses I gave you, were real to me. Whenever I did that I just wanted to wrap my arms around you and tell you how much I loved you. But I was a dog, and couldn’t.” Dean moved a hand to your face and stared lovingly into your eyes. “But now I’m a human, and I won’t live a day without telling you how much you mean to me.” Then Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You instantly melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. You heard Sam honk the car horn, and you smiled into the kiss, but Dean didn’t stop.

“Down boy.” You teased, pulling away. 

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I don't get to choose.

You never really get to choose which patients you save. It’s not like there’s a quota for wins or losses, but it certainly feels like it some days. It often seems unfair that some patients get to live and others have to die.

Sometimes it’s not even obvious who is who.

Last week I had an elderly canine patient with unbearable neck pain. He was geriatric and surgery was financially out of the question. His owner had already said her goodbyes.

I asked for four hours to try to make him comfortable. I sent him home after two because he’d turned into a cheeky brat and was barking the house down for attention. This week he can actually shake his head and is comfortable on his medication. He gets to live.

Another dog half his age, who took a sudden turn for the worse, loved by two little kids and their parents, on the mother’s birthday, two days before she herself is scheduled for surgery, did not get to live.

And there was bugger all I could do aside from handing out tissues.

Would I have swapped one life for another? The older, already farewelled dog for the younger one? Could you ever ask someone to make that choice? The love for one dog can’t ever be compared to another, nor could the sorrow of their loss.

It wouldn’t be right if I could choose, and so I think it is better that I cannot.

But I wonder, if I could have chosen who to save, would I have?

Shakespeare Sunday


I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you.


What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?


Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come in her presence.


Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.


A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.


God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some gentleman or other shall ‘scape a predestinate scratched face.


Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such a face as yours were.


Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.


A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.


I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and so good a continuer. But keep your way, i’ God’s name; I have done.


You always end with a jade’s trick: I know you of old.

This is Bruce! He’s a sweet pit bull with a lot of personality. We’ve all loved having him in our family, but unfortunately, with another dog, 2 cats, 6 people, and his owner unable to keep him, we’re looking to give him a new, loving home. He’s a very affectionate, playful dog and we would definitely keep him if we could afford him! Guys this puppy is great. He’s housetrained, he knows how to sit, and he’s a clumsy baby. Sometimes he runs into things and he gets scared of the silliest stuff. When I’m unpacking the groceries, he gets scared of the bags. He’s a great cuddler and he’s such a sweetheart. You could literally stick your finger in his mouth and he wouldn’t bite you. He’s very energetic and protective, but not at all aggressive. Literally his bark is worse than his bite because he doesn’t bite. If there was ever a dog to defy the stereotype for pit bulls, this is the guy to do it. He’s been gently trained, and we found that a spray bottle was effective. He really needs attention and a somewhere to run. He currently lives on the west side of Indianapolis, Indiana. Send me an ask or fan mail and we can talk about giving Bruce a new home!


Dextyn woke up with the shocking realization that he couldn’t breathe. He hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep, but he felt for sure he must have unless he’d just intensely zoned out, but he didn’t do that too often. The Alternian gasped for air that barely came and clutched his through, each inhale feeling like slowing rusty nails. The worst part was he couldn’t even scream for help- not that he felt he even deserved help at this point, with what he’d done.

But he knew what to do. This had happened once before when he had slept without the mask on. It was pathetic how desperately he needed it. Without the mask, he couldn’t breathe for himself, just like he couldn’t walk without the legs or touch without the arms or hear without the ears or see without the eye. He was a mess, kept alive with metal and steel. He started wondering if this was an offshoot timeline, and in the real one, he had died like he was supposed to after the blast.

Thinking like that was gonna actually kill him though, and he had too much to do, too much to see  to die now. He had to calm down and breathe. Closing his eyes, sore and puffy where he’d been crying, Dextyn forced himself to relax, letting his patched fragile lungs slowly replenish themselves with air until he could almost breathe naturally. Good. He was ok; Still feeling like a festering shit pile of all the most awful traits one could possibly have, but ok. Alive.

Shakily, Dextyn tried to stand and found his leg partially damaged. He could still walk, but it was more difficult and took a deal more out of him. He needed to fix it… but had neither the tools nor energy to do so. He was fucked, to say the least. He managed to limp over to a rock and sit down, wary of working too hard lest his breathing get worse. He needed his mask, but he’d left it with her, and no way was he going back. How could he possibly look her in the face after that?

When the sound of dogs not far from where he was, yipping and barking like that, made him lose whatever hope he retailed. That was it then. He was gonna die like this, attacked by wild dogs he used to eat. What sick twisted karma. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and waited.

Victor poked an exploratory finger in his ear. It must have been a trick of an echo, or something. It wasn’t that the dog had gone ‘woof!’, although that was practically unique on itself; most dogs in the universe never went 'woof!’, they had complicated barks like 'whuugh!’ and 'hwhoouf!’. No, it was that it hadn’t in fact barked at all. It had said 'woof’.
One of the last things Victor remembered was a voice beside his knee saying, “Could have bin worse, mister. I could have said 'miaow’.
—  Moving Pictures (1990)


I don’t see a lot on your plate today. How’s about you just sit around and watch the entire series of Gilmore Girls on netflix? Sound good?


You’re young! You’re young and alive and you’re going outside to enjoy life! We tried to warn you about that wasps’ nest in that tree out front but you just insisted on going outside.


Today you may be inclined to make a mountain out of a molehill. You’re madder than a wet hen and it’s your way or the highway. Just remember when life gives you lemons make lemonade but when life gives you a homicidal bridge….you’ve done something to piss life off.


You’re going to be a valuable asset to others today because of your rational mind and ability to think things through clearly….pfffft! Sorry! Couldn’t say that with a straight face. Naw, I don’t know what you’re up to today, dude.


Yay. You’re soooo enthusiastic today. Woo. Hoo. You’re just so happy to be alive today. And dealing with people around you? Love it! Man…they should really invent a sarcasm font…it’s like made for this kind of thing.


It’s all the same, only the names will change. Everyday it seems we’re wasting away. Another place where the faces are so cold you’d drive all night just to get back home. You’re a cowboy, on a steel horse you ride.
you’re wanted dead or alive. That was my cute way of saying that you’ve got a bounty on your head and you should probably make a run for it.


Your playful attitude is apt to be opposed by someone who refuses to see things your way, Libra. This is unacceptable. All must love your playful attitude. All must love you or all must die…there is no in between…


Today may be one of those days in which you’re trying to paint a large area, but you only have a small brush. This isn’t some metaphor for trying to complete a task without the energy or tools to do so. I’m serious. You’re painting a fucking large ass ballroom with a little, fine tipped brush. It’s like you can never finish. Did you piss off a Greek god or something? Because this seems like an Olympian type punishment.


You may be barking up the wrong tree today, Sagittarius…but I want to know why you’re barking at all. Have you snapped and think you’re a dog or are we having another possession situation? I just want to know what exactly I need to do for you.


Mundane tasks, including errands and answering correspondence, might bore you all day, Capricorn. You’re likely to be restless and strongly tempted to chuck it all and go somewhere to enjoy yourself. But remember that it could be worse. You could be Scorpio. Did you read Scorpio? Go check it out. I’ll wait. Right? That’s pretty fucked up! So go back to doing your laundry and shit and be fucking grateful you didn’t piss off some god or some shit.


Feel free to stand up for yourself, a cause, or another person today, even if you know it will cause tension among the others around you. Oh there’s no real reason for this. I just kind of think you might piss someone off enough to make them punch you. Cuz that’d be funny. Well…not to you I suppose…but for the rest of us. C'mon! Virgo and Scorpio could really use the laugh! TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM AQUARIUS!!!


Are we ever going to solve this problem of you being a vampire? Like, I know you don’t think it’s a problem, but that’s because you have no moral compass anyway. But the neighborhood is starting to freak out a little. A curfew has been put into effect. Like…are you looking for a mob of angry villagers? Because this neighborhood has a bad habit of forming mobs anyway.

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