digs hole and stays in it

Mom Adopts a “Dog”

So y’all keep blowing up my notes with the various Family Lore stories I’ve been telling, so I guess I should tell one on my parents now.

My Mother’s Father was part of the United Auto Worker’s Union, and during the 50′s and 60′s, was on strike a lot. My point is, grandpa got himself an entirely deserved reputation for being a sucker who loved animals, so people would dump thier pets on him. Hence, my mother grew up in a house with pets such as Picket the one-eyed tomcat, Tweety the Bald canary, Dummy the cat, Stupid Son of Dummy, Spooky Garbage Dog and Chiquita the Tarantula.  Eventually Grandma put her foot down when Grandpa brought home Gerta the Saint Bernard.

I say all this because it provides some context for how the following occured.

Mom and Dad had just moved in together (my parents dated for six years and were engaged for 13 days, driving everyone on both sides insane), and unfortunately, My mother’s German Shepherd, Cops, has just passed away due to bone cancer.  After mourning for a bit, Mom and Dad decided to get a dog together, as a couple.  

For context, my father had never owned a dog in his life.  His mother had ‘Pretty Bird” the budgie as a child but parrots are alien life forms, not pets.

So they go to the Palo Alto Animal shelter to adopt.  The year was 1987, and at the time, Palo Alto was… not a great place.  Lots of drugs, gangs and poor civic managment.  Mom told me that she learned to identify different types of gunfire while living there. They get there, and mom explains that she’s always had a preference for Big Dogs, and the guy’s face lights up.  Oh Yes, he says, We have a Big Dog.  For expirienced owners, yep, adoptable today, here we’ll give you a discount even-

Somehow my parents were not suspicious about this.

They were shown to the Animal in question, a Gorgeous blue-sable beastie with pretty golden eyes who immediately pressed herself against the fence and gave them the best PUH-LEEEEEEASE TAKE ME HOME puppy eyes 100lbs of canine can do.  Mom and Dad fall in love instantly.  They sign all the paperwork and take her home for $10, and name her “Mazel” as in “Mazel Tov.”

Within the hour, it becomes clear that something is amiss.

Cops had lived with his kibble stored in a plastic garbage can in the garage for six years without incident.  Mazel figured out how to open doors and got the locking lid off the can in six minutes, horking down about four pounds of the stuff before my mother notices that it’s been weirdly quiet.  Most dogs bark at or chase squirrels.  Mazel stalked and caught one the second day, presenting it to my mother like an offering.  Mazel knew all her commands but would clearly stop to consider before obeying, and trained my dad to give her good treats within a week.  The locks on the side-yard gate were undone, and she took a stroll around the neighborhood, but always retuned home for dinner.

After a week of gradually realizing that Mazel was smarter than most of the professors my mom worked with, they took her to the Vet for a routine checkup.

Dr. Hamada walked into the exam room, dropped the clip-board and said “Where the HELL did you get a Wolf?”

After a bit of prodding and a very-angry-dr.hamada-calling-the-pound, they determined Mazel was a high-content hybrid, probably with a husky, but was going to be a lil shit her entire life.  OK, said Hamada, I don’t like destroying animals and you’ve got a lot of expirience with dogs, so I’m okay with letting you keep her, but you should keep her away from small children because her Prey Drive could kick in.

Two years later, mom got pregnant with me.

Mazel noticed instantly, and reacted by digging a large hole in the yard and catching even more squirrels for mom, because she needed the protein or something.  That what you do when the Alpha Bitch is preggers, right?  Dig a den and ply her with food?  On the advice of my grandmother, my mom stayed overnight at the hospital once I was delivered, and dad went home with a shirt that had moms and my scent on it.  Mazel spent the whole night puzzling over it.

The next morning, when mom came home with me, there was the sudden and instantaneous recognition of PUPPY!!!!!! :D:D:D!!!!! PUUUUUUUPPY!!!!!!  and Mazel turned into the most aggressively maternal being I’ve ever met.  Playing with me on the blanket, sitting under my chair at meals (I was a messy eater), sleeping under my crib, teaching me to walk by letting me hang onto her fur and shuffle around.

Dr. Hamada thought mom was a madwoman, until he saw me holding Mazel’s mouth open and sticking my face in so i could look at her teeth.  He gave up when my mom announced she was pregnant with my sister.

I’m making living with a Wolfdog sound awesome, but it did come with some drawbacks:

  • Mazel did have to be muzzled at the vets, because she had Opinions about having things stuck up her butt.
  • HAIR.  One of my chores growing up was to brush her out every week and I’d frequently end up with more hair than animal.
  • the only way we could reliably get her to stay in the yard was with an overhead tether with a STEEL cable, which she chewed through anyway.
  • Do you like waking up by being hit in the face with half a dead animal? No? Wolfdogs may not be for you.
  • More than capable of opening the fridge and eating everything if you’re not watching
  • Will get into everything if not otherwise occupied.  Including eating your tax forms.
  • Howls along with sirens at 4 AM.

PROS of growing up with a wolfdog, as a small child in the 90′s

  • I was afforded a degree of freedom normally associated with a pokemon trianer. It was no big deal for me and my sister to walk three miles through my not-really-good neighborhood to the Froyo if I took Mazel with us. People tended to leave us alone when we had 100lbs of overprotective Apex Predator following us around.
  • WINNING at Pet Day at school.  There wasn’t actually a compettion but Billy’s hamster sucks in comparison to an animal that is perfectly willing to demonstrate how she can snap an oak branch in half on command.
  • PTA moms losing their shit because Mazel would walk down the block by herself to come pick ups up from school.
  • Grew up associating the word “Bitch” with teeth and the willingness to rip an asshole’s face off for being rude.  Never changed the definition.
  • Learned the I-Own-This Strut and Murder-Stare from the absolute best.

When she was 17, Mom and Dad decided to add another room on to the house.  They rigged up the overhead tether so she could be outside but not underfoot for the contruction guys.  One morning, mom came out to notice them all milling in the side yard entrance, muttering worriedly.  When mom asked what was wrong, one of them explained that Carlos forgot to bring the Hamburger.  What do you need a hamburger for?  Asked mom, and they pointed down the side yard to where Mazel was sitting, doing her best Viscious Alpha Bitch Stare.

Apparently they’d never realized that she was on the VERY end of her tether there and couldn’t actually get to them, and had been scamming them for a big mac a day for a month.  Mom had my six-year-old sister pull her away to show she wasn’t dangerous and tired her best not to laugh but kind of failed.

Mazel ended up living to be 19 and a half, and except for some minor arthritis, remarkably hale until the day she passed away in her hole in the back yard while taking a nap.  I maintain that Death had to wait until she was sleeping to get a crack at her, or she would’ve taken his scythe for a chew toy.

Timothy Jackson Drake, Red Robin, resident Nerd of the century
  • Knows his Hogwarts house, wand core, and patronus 
  • Knows what Disney princess he is
  • After being awake for 56 hours straight “Tim, why are you crying?” “they have such tiny hands Dick” “who?” “the raccoons Dick! small gentle fingers…grasping the fruit, fruit bandits” 
  • Will wear the same hoodie and sweatpants for a full week if they pass the “sniff” test
  • Runs on coffee blacker than the night sky with three sugars but if you give him a Starbucks caramel macchiato he will love you forever
  • Is so DARN surprised and honored when people casually refer to him as their friend, protect this soft boy
  • Blanket burrito
  • Get’s so absorbed into his research that Stephanie and Cass regularly paint his nails because he’s the only batboy who stays still long enough 
  • *Knocks something off his desk by accident* “ah gravity, my old arch nemesis” 
  • Forgets everyone outside the Batfam isn’t used to his sense of dark humor leading to a lot of concerned conversations with the Titans “Hey, how are you?” Tim: “Dead inside”… “Jesus, are you okay?” Tim: “Oh shit yeah why?”
  • Tim: “Everything sucks, the world is bleak, global warming will kill us all! unless we die by a nuclear war first. I might as well just go dig a hole and rot!!” Dick: “Someone forgot to refill the coffee machine didn’t they?” Tim: “I live with animals DICK!! ANIMALS!!”
  • Monopoly mastermind, don’t play with this kid unless you’ve accepted the bitter sting of resentment that comes with loosing 
  • *Loud crashing sound followed by a thud * “I’M OKAY!” 
  • Odd socks, why bother pairing them? they’re on his feet, nobody is going to notice he has one Christmas sock and one alphabet sock on beneath his shoes Alfred!!
  • Falls asleep anywhere, halfway through eating cereal, on his keyboard while researching, in the shower, basically anywhere except his bed
  • Scared of spiders, THEY HAVE TOO MANY LEGS TO BE TRUSTED!! “The maximum amount of legs for a trustworthy creature is four Jason! FOUR!!! SPIDERS HAVE EIGHT!! THAT IS AN UNNECESSARY AMOUNT OF LEGS!!” 
  • *Is inconvenienced in any way* “I blame the youth”
  • Tim: “DOWN WITH THE UPPER CLASS!!” Steph: “Tim… you ARE the upper class”
Toffee’s goal theory

To the ones who believe he’s gone (snif) consider this a panegyric.

I was re-watching the scene when Toffee told the group that Star was gone and I noticed some facts: 

What is the first thing Toffee does after recovering his body? 

Hahahaha… yeah, sorry, now let’s get serious, actually what I want to talk about is this:

He just leaves after saying that. Without even trying to hurt anyone else. 

But of course Moon didn’t like that at all.

The very first thing she does is to try to hit him. Because the grief makes her only think on hurting him, and punches is the most direct way. 

But it doesn’t work. So she starts to use her head a bit and uses the spell that Eclipsa taught her so she could destroy him even if that means the ultimate evil will come back. Yes I call her “ultimate evil”, fight me if you want, or remind me that “she only wanted a candy and her freedom and didn’t seem bad” well let me tell you that it only means she has personality and she can hold a normal and educated conversation, and let me tell you that I don’t believe someone capable of creating spells which cause crying and eternal suffering is any good.

He just stands. 

Nothing happens. And he’s not surprised at all. After all, he corrupted all magic so it wouldn’t work anymore.

After Marco’s attempt to kill him yes I skipped that part, I can talk about that later if you want, but now we’re talking about this he just graps Moon and half digs her into a hole man, he has streght! and he leaves. 

We know that Toffee wanted revenge and get his former streght back. Now it’s looks like it’s ALL HE WANTED. Not to take the kingdom, not to kill Moon. She took everything from him and he did the same. He wanted her to suffer. When he half dig her it would be like he was saying “You stay there with your pain, grief and the wrecks around you of all your ever build and cared. I’m done with you. ”

Man, that was harcore and ruthless.

a tiny bit jealous

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: Reader has been friends with Peter since forever, and has been in love with him even longer

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: sadness, slight self-consciousness 

Word count: 2,018

Notes: There! Will! Be! A! Part! Two! Message me if you want to be tagged in it! Writing this gave me major feels you don’t even know.

Part two

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When Viktor tells Yuri he’s going to fall in love with Otabek, Yuri kicks him in the shin.

Like hell he’d fall in love with Otabek. They may call him the Russian Fairy, but he didn’t think Viktor would take the nickname so literally.

And Otabek is his friend. His best friend. He’s seen enough movies to know that falling for your best friend can hurt.

It’s been years since they’ve met. Years since Otabek rode up and saved him from a mob of Yuri’s Angels (He still doesn’t know why they’re called that when they’re anything but angels). Years since Yuri agreed to be his friend. And still nothing. Yuri knew Viktor was wrong.

In fact, Yuri has stayed for prolonged periods of time with Otabek before and doesn’t feel a thing. He’s staying with him right now. For the past month he’s been crashing at Otabek’s apartment, sleeping in his bed, lounging on his couch, sharing meals at his table.

Today Otabek drags him out of the house and straight to the animal shelter. He tells Yuri he wants a pet, something to keep him company when Yuri is gone. Yuri blinks as he follows along, startled by Otabek’s reasoning.

“It’s not like I don’t call you all the fucking time.”

Otabek shakes his head as they stroll down the endless aisles of cages. “It’s not the same.”

Yuri frowns. He doesn’t understand what that means.

Dogs bark at them from all sides. Yuri flinches when one leaps at the door to his cage, rattling the bars. Dogs are… okay. But Yuri enjoys the quiet, self-sufficient, sassy nature of cats.

Otabek, Yuri thinks, must be a dog person.

“Why don’t you just have someone else come and stay with you?” Yuri continues, moving closer to Otabek as a particularly large dog pants heavily at him from the next cage over. “Like your sister?”

“You know she’s busy with school,” Otabek replies, bending forward to tickle under the chin of a small beagle.

“Tch,” Yuri clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. He turns away from Otabek to watch a dog attempt to dig a hole into it’s fluffy little bed. “Who gives a shit about school?”


Otabek’s reprimanding voice sounds further away. Like he left Yuri there to ponder the nonexistent logic behind a dog trying to turn it’s bed into a rabbit hole. With a heavy sigh, he turns and his heart stutters in his chest at the sight.

A small kitten dangles between Otabek’s hands, his touch gentle as he lifts her off the ground. Even from a distance Yuri can see the small red collar around her neck marking her as female. Otabek brings her up to his face, lightly pressing his nose against hers. He chuckles when her small tongue darts out to kiss his nose and Yuri swears the entire world tilts on its axis.

He doesn’t know if he can walk anymore. But it doesn’t seem like he has to because Otabek brings the kitten over to him. She glances up from her spot, snuggled against the bend of Otabek’s elbow and the side of his chest. Her eyes are the same color as Yuri’s, the same striking teal that Otabek has already admitted he loves so much.

“I think I found who I was looking for,” Otabek says with a smile. He runs a gentle thumb across the kitten’s cheeks and smiles fondly down at her. “Isn’t that right, girl?”

Yuri turns away as color rises to his cheeks. He’s pretty sure his heart is going to beat its way out of his chest and he can’t help but imagine the smug grin Viktor will wear when he tells him…

“Fuck it all…”

Don't Laugh.

Bucky Barnes/Reader/Ivar.

Warnings: SMUT. Modern AU. Edging, threesome, poly relationship, name calling, a tiny bit of jealousy, I just found out the other day I have a crying kink, pet names, awful writing, my first time writing Ivar.

Word Count: 2653.

Rating: 18+.


Winterboneless for the win, you bitches.

This goes for everyone that is now crushing on Ivar, even if they don’t watch Vikings.

@sexylibrarian1 Take this as a late birthday present. @thecrownedrose Who always tags me on everything Vikings, @bladebarnes @captainpoopweinersoldier@erisjade @ryverpenrad @feelmyroarrrr @ivartheboneme​ @ms-potts-to-you @bethy-sue@redheadedtrollop@ivars-pet  @ivarinleatherpants​ I know there was someone who asked me to tag her, but I forgot and I’m sorry.

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Alligator & Shapeshifter Lovers

I was commissioned by the wonderful @pyromantic-technin who wanted a polyamorous story with an Alligator and Shapeshifter involved. I hope you guys enjoy.

You had gone home when your grandmother was sick. She was your favorite person in the world and you would do anything for her. She denied you that though. You had offered to give her one of your kidneys and she turned it down.

After the funeral, you were still in shock. You weren’t sure how to cope. You stayed in her house, sleeping most of the time. When you were able to get up and move around it wasn’t for much. You’d eat and use the bathroom then shamble back to the bed.

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an introduction to hq!!rarepairadise
  • haikyuu!! rarepairadise: where everything goes
  • [Tour Guide Voice]: And here, in the corner, we can see those in rarepair hell, who only can wait until others join them and help them out.
  • [Resigned Voice]: Unfortunately, as you can see here, most well-meaning people, in trying to understand the situation and help those in the holes, end up falling in as well. And when they try to dig their way out, they stumble upon new rarepairs. It's a never-ending cycle.
  • *pointing to a vaguely pile-shaped object in the distance*: That there is the canon pile, where we can see fans scavenging for any sign of their ships interacting. Just a fleeting glance is enough!
  • *gleefully*: Isn't this an interesting place? Welcome to Haikyuu!! rarepairadise, and we hope you enjoy your stay here!

anonymous asked:

what about the stairs in the forests!!! and what doc were you watching and would you recommend?

ok so I DON’T BELIEVE IN THE STAIRS IN THE FORESTS! mainly because I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service, and I Have Some Stories to Tell a) is posted on /r/nosleep so it’s definitely made up, b) the op admits to knowing about David Paulides, and lbr knowing about = being influenced by, so it’s definitely made up, and c) if you read all the way through to the end it stops being even vaguely believable and starts reading like a WTNV transcript, and then he plugs his book, so it’s DEFINITELY MADE UP. however, it is an amazing (read: terrifying) thread, some of it is obviously based on truths/insider SAR knowledge which means a lot of it is probably uncomfortably close to actually being true, and it’s a good Gateway Read into MISSING PEOPLE IN NATIONAL PARKS CONSPIRACY THEORIES, which is where I live now. (plus, if you read this before getting into anything else it imbues every single missing persons case with an unsettling sense of Eldritch horror, which is why I had to turn on three overheads and unfocus my eyes all the way to the bathroom last night at 2am.) 

so yeah, after reading that /r/nosleep thing for the first time I drew a line under it and moved on until SOMEONE (ahem@roundtop) sent me a link to an article called How 1,600 People Went Missing from Our Public Lands Without a Trace (on a legit and sensible outdoorsy people website), like ‘haha, stairs in the forest!’ and I SWAN DIVED DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. thus: the documentary-watching, staying up till 2am and spending all day today trying to find copies of David Paulides’ books for less than $80 inc. postage. 

THIS DUDE DAVID PAULIDES. he was in law enforcement before, for some reason, deciding to become a ~*~cryptozoologist~*~ and certified gung-ho Bigfoot conspiracy theorist, and through that found out about how many people had disappeared without a trace from National Parks in the U.S., did 7,000 hours worth of digging, and wrote a bunch of books about it. his books are called Missing 411 and are about the ridiculous number of people who go missing in National Parks, the usually weird circumstances around their disappearances, the fact that when people are found (dead or alive) it’s often in places miles and miles and sometimes waaaaay higher up mountains than where they disappeared from, and all sorts of creepy crap to boot. like they can’t get bloodhounds to find a scent, or they find tiny children miles away from where they got lost, barefoot, without a scratch on the soles of their feet, human remains being found years later in places that were search dozens and dozens of times. not to mention the National Parks… People (? I really don’t know enough to be making this post) are aware of what’s happening but don’t keep a list of the people who’ve gone missing on their lands. 

(which is all part of why I’m A Search and Rescue Officer for the U.S. Forest Service is so freaky – enough of it (people being found miles away, kids being found up mountains, the people in charge being cagey about it all) sounds real that you can believe it was actually written by a SAR Officer. heebies!) 

it’s all real nightmare fuel, if you’re the sort of person who is absolutely terrified by all this Scary Forest Disappearing People Unexplainable Deaths stuff, i.e. me. luckily I can’t afford to buy any of them! phew! however, I haven’t let that stop me from a) SCARING MYSELF SHITLESS and b) BECOMING A TIN HATTER, and it shouldn’t stop you either: you can read loads of stuff over at /r/missing411, listen to one of his initial interviews (in which he talks about how he was approached by two park employees in plain clothes who were like ‘please investigate this, there’s SOMETHING going on and it’s so goddamn weird’) on Coast to Coast AM (which is, like, a paranormal radio station… I’m sorry), watch a bunch of Paulides’/CanAm Missing Project’s vids about disappearances on youtube, and listen to hours worth of interviews and late night spooky radio/podcast discussions with Paulides. 

the documentary I thought I was watching was Missing 411, which is based on his books and Kickstarted by the public in 2015, but it turns out that they’re apparently shopping it around at festivals so it’s not out yet. what I was actually watching (and quickly abandoned) was a weird supercut of all of David Paulides’ tv interviews and some cryptozoologist chatter about Bigfoot. Paulides, god love him, never ever SAYS Bigfoot in any of his books, and everything he presents is 100% factually accurate and extensively researched, but… I think we can safely say he thinks it’s Bigfoot. tbh, after reading about Jaryd Atadero I think it’s Bigfoot. I mean, goddamn. 

so, yeah. I’ve finished reading every search and rescue story on this blog (Hunt for the Death Valley Germans is LONG but awesome), I’ve got West of Memphis ready to watch after work tomorrow because I remembered how much I love that case and spooky true crime things, if you have any related LINKS or STUFF about This Shit then REBLOG THIS/MSG ME AND TELL ME, or if you have a copy of a Missing 411 book you wouldn’t mind mailing to me then LET ME KNOW, and in conclusion I can’t believe America is so fucking huge and unkind, goodnight.

What the Hell?

Summary: A boy with a bat meets a girl with a hockey stick and it’s love at first swing. 

Author’s Note: Surprise! I wrote like 10 pages of this and I’m not even done! So here is part one. This is mostly backstory, nothing too exciting Fun fact: Dustin’s older sister was the one who taught him to curse…

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Here ya go, Spooks! One dead child and a fallen zombie human.

Your comic is really great and your art is just so good. You are really talented and kind, even though I headcanon that you were the one who shot the child and pushed them down the hole.

Hahaha, stay determined I guess and keep doing the things you love! =)


@sweet-sin-namon Oh no, these are really good! Really digging your style and how you handled the colors.Thank you so so much for the awesome drawing and the really nice message, friend!

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

@pearltheartist​ requested:
Song fic with Richie with the song put your head on my shoulder (by Paul anka)

Pairing: Richie x Reader

Warnings: One or two swears 

A/N: GIF is not mine, credits to the owner and honestly it has nothing to do with the imagine, it’s just the only Richie GIF I could find?? 


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                                     Put your head on my shoulder
                                      Hold me in your arms, baby
                                         Squeeze me oh so tight
                                    Show me that you love me too

Tap tap.

Looking to her window, Y/N started when she saw a familiar face pressed against it. 

Open it! Richie mouthed, and gestured at her hurriedly. 

Shutting her door, she rushed over to slide the window open and help him inside. 

At least he didn’t use a rocks this time. Y/N thought amusedly as she watched Richie tumble into her room, remembering when he did use rocks and broke her window. She had told her parents it was bullies from school that had done it as a prank.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call to tell you I was coming. Maybe you I should’ve so you could’ve asked your parents and I didn’t have to sneak in by climbing the fucking roof. But I didn’t have enough time.” Richie breathed, sitting on the floor. “I would’ve went to Bill’s but with all that stuff going on right now at his place I didn’t wanna.”

                                     Put your lips next to mine, dear
                                     Won’t you kiss me once, baby
                                     Just a kiss goodnight, maybe
                                         You and I will fall in love

He picked at the hole in his jeans, not looking at her, and Y/N’s heart ached. Scooting closer, she wrapped her arms around him. Reluctantly, he squeezed her back, relaxing in her embrace.

“You can always stay with me whenever you don’t want to stay at home.” Y/N said quietly. Richie scoffed, slightly sniffling into the crook of her neck, his glasses lightly digging into her skin. 

“Yeah, and risk your dad’s fury?” 

Y/N smiled sadly into his curls, knowing that wasn’t the real reason why he never stayed over when his home life got hard. Richie Tozier, the ‘Trashmouth’, who used jokes (most of them inappropriate) as his armour, didn’t want to seem vulnerable. Especially in front of his girlfriend. But Y/N never brought it up, just played along.

“Maybe if you came over more he’d be more welcoming.” 

Pulling away slightly, but still keeping contact, she tilted his head up to look at her, noticing a new bruise forming on his cheek. Ignoring the rush of anger that filled her and the redness of his eyes, she kissed his cheek lightly, saying nothing.

He moved his head over so she kissed his lips now, and sighed when she got up. 

                                      People say that love’s a game
                                        A game you just can’t win
                                                If there’s a way
                                             I’ll find it someday
                                     And then this fool will rush in

“Come on. Let’s get some sleep.” 

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” Richie volunteered. “I’ll be fine with a blanket or two and a pillow.”

“There’s enough room for both of us on the bed.” Y/N frowned. 

“Seriously Y/N. It’s fine. I don’t want to be a bother.” Richie said softly, picking at the hole in his pants again. “Now I really don’t want your parents walking in.”

“You’re acting like we’re gonna have sex or something. And you aren’t a bother. Don’t you ever say that.” Y/N glared down fiercely at him. Richie sat there for a moment, swallowing nervously, before clambering up onto the bed.

“I swear to god, if your dad comes in and chases me out with a shotgun, we’re breaking up.” 

“He won’t. Quit being so paranoid.”

Plucking Richie’s glasses off, she folded them nicely, placing them on her bedside table and switching off the light. Y/N settled back down and tucked her arms around him, acting as a big spoon. She leaned up to kiss his cheek. 

                                      Put your head on my shoulder
                                          Whisper in my ear, baby
                                             Words I want to hear
                                 Tell me, tell me that you love me too

“Goodnight Richie.”

“G’night Y/N.”

After a split second, Richie spoke up again. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

                                       Put your head on my shoulder
                                           Whisper in my ear, baby
                                         Words I want to hear, baby
                                      Put your head on my shoulder

lokthaire  asked:

What's a day in the life of juju look like? I'm curious about tegus I hope to one day own one but I'm curious what a normal day looks like. Also how did you come by juju and what made you decide you wanted a tegu?

A typical day for Kaiju goes like this!

8:00 AM: The cage lights come on. I’ve got them on a timer- I am rarely awake at 8 AM. I usually start to get up around 9. I am lazy.

Around 9:30, I finally drag my ass out of bed. By that time, Juju’s dug herself up and is basking. She usually basks and gets nice and warm. I go clean up and then by the time I’m done with that, I usually have about an hour before I have to leave. That’s when I go back and get her and put her in the bathtub. I run the shower for a little bit- she’ll usually go to the bathroom then. I’ll pull her out of there, towel her off, and let her hang out with me until I have to leave. Usually she likes to sit on the rug in the sunbeam. I’ll make breakfast and if I’m having scrambled eggs that day, I might make her one, too.

Then I go put her back in her cage and go to school. She does regular lizard stuff during the day- digs holes, soaks in her tub, climbs on her log- and then I get home and I go in and say hi to her. Usually she rears up on her hind legs and flicks her tongue at me and I’ll get her out of the cage. Sometimes she’ll be napping, so I’ll reach in, give her a good scratch, and come check on her later. Sometimes she’ll be buried and then I leave her alone. This part of the day is always Kaiju-directed; if she wants to stay home, I never force interaction.

But if she wants to come out, she gets some playtime. She likes to roam around the apartment and I’ll usually work with her a little. Right now I’m working on target training, but sometimes it’ll be harness training/acclimation or a feeder puzzle or just a “do what you want” day, depending on how cooperative she’s being. I also usually offer her a little snack around then, too- a small whole prey item, like a fuzzy or pinkie, or a little bit of fruit or fish. Nothing too big, just something little. She doesn’t get a meal every single day- adult tegus shouldn’t have a meal every single day. But on days where she does get a meal, I usually her either f/t whole prey or reptilinks. Sometimes I’ll offer fish or shrimp or scrambled eggs- I vary it a lot. I’ll also offer veggies and greens and sometimes a little bit more fruit- she gets these every time she’s offered food. 

After that, she goes back in the cage while I get work done. It’s important that she’s warm while digesting! It’s also important that she’s in the cage for most of the day- it’s nice and humid in there. She’ll be in there for a while and she’ll usually take a nap in her basking spot. Afterwards, I’ll go in and check on her- sometimes she’s down for the night by then, but other times she’ll be up and about. If I’m gonna watch a movie or something, I’ll just pull her out and we’ll go snuggle. Or I might put her in the bathtub to have a shower or swim. Then I’ll put her away for the night, she tucks herself in, her lights go out, and that’s her day!

As for “why a tegu,” that’s a long story- I wrote it up here!

Taken [Chapter 13]


Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.

PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15
Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Epilogue

You spend nearly a month lying in the medical ward. Your wounds are slowly healing, and it doesn’t hurt that much to move, only a few stings here and there.

Lay—now you tend to call him Yixing—has been a great support. He always spends time to chat with you, taking your mind off any negative thoughts. He takes care of you like an older brother, and you’re more than grateful.

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Desperate Times Part 2

I have gotten a million requests to do a part 2 to Desperate Times so here it is finally! Considering the way I left it i may or may not make it a mini series of sorts solely based on the reaction I get from part two! Feedback is GREATLY appreciated and I really hope you guys like this one! 


Three weeks, four days, 10 hours, and 48 minutes. That’s how long it had been since your lovely father had traded you for drugs. Things were the same with Mr. J. You mostly kept to yourself and only spoke when necessary. No apology came from him in regards to the slap but you weren’t too torn up about it. 

“Y/N, you’re coming to the club with me tonight,” he said, breaking you from your thoughts. 

“No I’m not,” you answered. 

“Oh yes you are,” he retorted. “you don’t really have a choice. You rolled your eyes and nodded turning back to the crossword you were doing. 

“Why?” you inquired, curious as to why he was so set on you coming. 

“You haven’t left the house since you’ve been here, plus there’s someone I want you to see,” he said with a silver smile. “The dress you’re going to wear is on your bed. Also, stop rolling your eyes at me doll.” 

After a nice nap you looked at the clock and found that it was time to start getting ready. The dress he had given you was more of a t-shirt than anything. You couldn’t deny that it was a pretty dress though. Simple black, long sleeves, and a cutout that let you see a good amount of your cleavage. Bless for pushup bras, you though to yourself. Your look for the night was simple, a smokey eye matched with dark red lips. 

You stumbled down the stairs in the heels that were entirely too high for your liking. 

“Mmm kitten don’t you look sexy.” His voice sounded behind you. You turned and noticed that his burgundy dress shirt that adorned his torso matched the same deep red as your lips. He looked good, you had to admit. You mentally kicked yourself for being attracted to a psychopath. 

“Thank you. We going?” You wanted to get this night over with as soon as possible. You hated him, you hated this, you hated your dad, you just hated everything. You just wanted to runaway but you were smarter than that, you knew that if you tried then you might as well start digging your grave. He nodded and pulled you towards his signature purple lamborghini. 

“I can’t wait for you to see your surprise,” he said giddily. You stayed silent, obviously nervous of your “surprise”. You quickly pulled up to his club and he pulled you out of the passenger side, dragging you in to the thumping music. “Ooh he’s here Y/N. Your surprise is here!” You stared at him confused. You scanned the room searching for anyone that you might recognize. He led you to his private section and you plopped down on the couches as some of his goons strode in. 

“He’s here boss. Want us to bring him in?” his deep voice spoke. 

“Yes. Oh gosh I can’t wait doll.” You winced at the pet name he had chosen. A man was pushed in to the room. A man you knew all too well. 

“Dad?” Your eyes widened. 

“Y/N? Oh god Y/N. What have I done.” He stepped forwards to hug you before he was pulled back roughly. “Give her back Joker,” he begged. 

“Hmm let me think about that. No. We made a deal John. Your addiction for your lovely daughter,” he declined. 

“Please, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, any-” 

“Do you actually think I want to go with you? You fucking sold me to a notorious psychopath murderer for drugs,” you interrupted. 

“Please Y/N.” You saw the tears forming in his pathetic eyes. 

“It was your choice John.She’s mine now. And oh how I love having her, if you know what I mean.” He dropped his left eye in to a dramatic wink. Next thing you knew there was a gun aimed at your captor. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you John, don’t be stupid,” Mr. J warned. The bang of a gun sounded before you heard the sharp intake of breath from the man beside you. “I gave you a chance John but you were stupid.” A second shot rang and you saw your fathers body collapse. You shot up from the couch and ran towards the nearly deceased man on the ground. 

“No dad, no. No, no, no, this can’t be happening.” You turned you head and looked at the Joker. “What did you do? What did you do!” you yelled. Your attention was turned back to your father. His empty brown eyes were fluttering as he desperately held on to his life. 

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he mumbled before his eyes drifted closed. Your tears dripped on to his bloody chest as you let out a sob, staring at the dead body of the man you once knew as your father. 

“Well that was lame. Time to go princess,” he interrupted your moment. 

“Fuck you. Fuck you, you heartless bastard…” He deserved it. He was barely a father. He always picked the drugs over you. Fuck him, fuck everyone. As if he read you mind he snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“He deserved it Y/N. You know that.” His voice had softened as his eyes bore in to yours. 

“I know. He deserved everything that came to him,” you admitted quietly. You looked over at him fully. “You’re hurt,” you observed. His left shoulder was bleeding making his already dark red shirt even darker. “Lets get home, I’ll clean it up.” 


“Jesus. Will you stay still? You’re making it worse,” you said as you carefully searched for the bullet. 

“Oh sorry Y/N, let me just shoot you then dig through your bullet hole to see how still you’ll stay,” he retorted sarcastically. 

“Well it wouldn’t hurt as much if you would just stop moving.” You yanked the bullet out making him wince. 

“Ow.” You chuckled and reached for the gauze and tape. 

“I’m just gonna patch it up and you’ll be as good as new.” You smiled at him. He grunted in acknowledgement. 

A while later he sat in his bed shirtless staring at his phone. You stood in the door way admiring his muscular tattooed chest. He really was quite good looking if you looked past all the psycho he eluded. 

“It’s rude to stare doll,” he said, grabbing your attention. 

“Oh, uhm sorry. I just came to see how your shoulder’s doing. I’m going to re-wrap it.” He nodded and you walked over to the side of his bed, taking a cautious seat beside him. 

“You can come closer doll. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He winked at you causing a blush to creep over your cheeks. You scooted closer to him, carefully removing the bloodied bandages. His eyes squeezed shut as you dabbed disinfectant on the bullet hole. 

“He’s dead. I can’t believe he’s dead,” you said quietly while wrapping the new gauze around his shoulder. A tear slid down your cheek. “I mean I know he deserved it but I can’t believe he’s actually dead. You focused on his shoulder as a distraction. 

“Don’t cry doll. He sold you to a psychopath.” He grinned at his words. You let out a half-hearted chuckle, a tear falling on to your lap. You shook your head in an attempt to rid him from your thoughts. You taped the last of the gauze and gave him a light pat on the back. 

“Alrighty, good to go, I’ll replace it again in the morning.” You made a move to stand up but he grabbed your hand and encouraged you to take your seat beside him. 

“Where’d you learn to do all this?” he inquired. 

“Well I’ve had to patch my dad up so much that I kinda had to learn. Gotta say, I’ve practically saved his life a couple times. I should be a nurse,” you chuckled, “I’ve actually always wanted to be a nurse but college is expensive and I wouldn’t even be able to get in anyway but a girl can dream right?” He stared at you in silence and the room grew uncomfortably quiet. You stood up again only to be pulled back down to his side. 

“I’m sure you would get in. You probably got great grades. You’re a smart girl Y/N.” 

“Well I didn’t even graduate. Was always too busy taking care of my dad that I could never go to school. I missed so much school that I ended up just dropping out when I was 15. I couldn’t leave him alone.” He looked furious, such a drastic change from his gentle behaviour previously. 

“What a bastard. You had to grow up too fast Y/N because or your jack ass, douche bag, addict of a father. I’m fucking glad I killed his sorry, pathetic ass. You deserved better Y/N.” He surprised you when he pulled you in to his side and placed a wet kiss to your temple. His kinda gesture sent a strange feeling throughout your body, unsure of how to react. You decided to take advantage of his good mood and leaned in to his uninjured shoulder. 

“Well I should head to bed. See you in the morning J,” you said as you slid off the plush bed. 

“No, stay in here with me tonight. Y’know, for health reasons.” You stared at him with a confused expression. “In case anything happens to my shoulder.” His quick cover up made you giggle. 

“Yea. Sure. Okay. Y’know, for your shoulder.” You smiled as you slid back in next to him. He pulled you in tightly to his side. 

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

“Goodnight J.” 


UNSPKN part 15

Where Papyrus flares up again.

Set after the events of “Flowey Is Not A Good Life Coach” fanfiction, comic will focus on beloved skelebros and their great need of psychotherapy after all that happened.

Also it’s not a spoiler, it’s just my version of (another) epilogue. Heh.

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