The ancient race of dog-headed men, better known as the Cynocephali. A Cynocephalus was essentially a man with the head of a dog. They could understand language but had no ability to speak. Though they are sometimes depicted in artwork as being civilized, they were by all reports savage beasts who lived to hunt and to kill.
Men with the heads of dogs have been reported since ancient times. Cynocephali were supposed to be a race living in Africa, who cannibalized humans. But seeing such beings in modern times would seem incredible, yet there have been increasing reports of these creatures. Most sightings occur at night, though some have happened during daylight hours. Bizarrely, some have reported the men indifferently walking along main roads, attired normally, except they have the head of a dog. Most witnesses insist the head is too real in appearance and lifelike motion to be a mask. Some reports have been more sinister, where the creature has been caught unaware lurking around at night, near woods or the darkness of a backyard. One night-time jogger reported that a dog headed man kept pace with him as he ran across a field, staying alongside until the petrified man finally made it to his well lit doorway. There was one report of a dog headed man seen through a window from outside a house, lurking towards the kitchen. Other cases describe dog headed men who stand outside at night and look in through windows.X
Congratulations on coming out! I respect that 💪🏻 how did it go?
thank you :’)
it went okay; we were sorta talking about my friend’s wedding and whether or not she (my mom) would go, and I said something like “well, if our places were reversed, her parents wouldn’t go to my wedding” and she was like"You don’t think so????“ and I was like "well no, because it’d be a gay wedding” (the friend’s parents are very conservative and religious)
she took it okay, pretty much what I expected; at first she was like “lol no it wouldn’t be” and I was like yeah mom,,,,, it would be and then she was kinda like wait what? and then really???? you don’t like men at all? and then she finally landed at like, ‘it’s fine I still love you, I don’t care about that, you’re probably better off this way tbh men are dogs’
“Move in with me.” Calum murmurs. We’re curled up in my bed. Our legs are tangled together, my head on his shoulder while he twirls the end of my hair around his fingers. “I practically already live here.” I point out. He sighs loudly. “Not here you dweeb. Move out with me.” “You said in.” I state. I look up at him only to find him staring down at me with the most unamused look on his face. I shrug, trying to hold back my giggles. “Just saying.” We lay in silence for a while until he jabs a finger into my side causing me to squirm away from him. “Move out with me.” “Not now, you mean boy.” I pout. He pouts back at me and I sigh as I scoot back to my spot. I roll onto my side, draping my leg across his stomach and tracing the tattoo on his arm. “Only if I can paint a wall in the living room black.” “Seriously?” He asks. “Mhmm.” I hum, stopping to glance up at him with a small smile. I snuggle my head into the crook of his neck and start tracing his tattoo again. “Deal.”
“You know…” I grin, looking over at the dark haired boy as we walk up the steps to his apartment he shares with the boys. Once again, the elevator is broken due to Michael jumping in the stupid death trap every time he gets in it. I’m surprised they haven’t been kicked out yet from the amount of times the situations happened. “You’re going to have to tell my brother.” Calum hesitates before taking another step. It’s only a fraction of a second and if I wasn’t waiting for some sort of reaction I would’ve missed it. I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling before pushing him up the last step. “I don’t have to tell your brother anything.” Calum retorts as he pushes open the door. I laugh at him knowing full well that he’s going to have to tell my brother either way. I open my mouth to respond to him only to shut it when I see the three boys dangling upside down on the couch. “You lot get weirder every time I see you.” I laugh. Luke lifts his head up and pokes his tongue out at me. “You’re turning red.” I tell him. “My head hurts.” Michael mumbles. “This was a bad idea.” Ashton adds. I glance over at Calum to find him staring at his band mates with a slightly confused expression. “You’re friends are idiots.” I grin. “How is your brother 20?” Calum questions. I shrug as I watch Ashton sit up and clutch his head. “Bad idea. Bad idea.” He grimaces. He stands up, swaying slightly before walking into the kitchen. Michael swings his legs over the couch and stands up, stumbling slightly as he throws his arms around my waist. He picks me up and spins me around causing me to squeak and grab onto his shoulders. “Watch it Clifford.” Calum warns as Luke puts his head on top of mine, trapping me in a distorted Muke sandwich. “What’s new small Irwin?” Michael smiles. “Got any exciting gossip? Secrets to spill?” “Actually, I do.” I tell the slightly older boy. He nods, encouraging me to go on. “Calum and I are moving out together.” “What?!” Ashton shrieks. There’s a loud smash that sounds like glass hitting tiles from the kitchen. A split second later, Ashton’s head pops around the corner, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. “You right mate?” Luke chuckles. Michael’s smile turns into a grin that would make the Cheshire Cat jealous and tips slightly into borderline manic. Calum shifts awkwardly beside me and Ashton’s eyes dart to the younger boy before narrowing into a glare. “Absolutely not.” Ashton growls.
Ashton stands in the middle of my new living room with a pout on his face. I grin from my spot on the step ladder, one of Calum’s old shirts hanging off my body. “Don’t be a baby.” I laugh at my older brother. He looks around the room before his gaze settles on me. I poke my tongue out at him before dipping my paintbrush into the can of black paint beside me and flicking it in his direction. “Real mature Irwin.” He grumbles, wiping the paint off his face and resulting in him smearing it even more. “Oh come on Ash. It’s not the end of the world.” I roll my eyes at him and step off the step ladder. “I thought you dating Calum was weird now you’re living with him! What’s next, marriage? Kids?” Michael grins. Calum and Ashton both choke on their drinks causing Michael and Luke to cackle like mad men. “Maybe a dog.” Calum splutters. “Better be only a dog, Hood.” Ashton grumbles, his eyes narrowing into slits at the flustered bass player.
The living room – which now has two black walls – has been converted into a room sized blanket fort. Calum grins over at me and holds his hand out for a high five which I gladly return. He interlocks our fingers the moment my palm smacks against his before bringing my hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. “I was thinking of what Michael said the other day.” He murmurs, his lips still pressed against the back of my hand. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at his words and I feel my cheeks heat up. “Oh?” “Being married to you wouldn’t be the worst thing.” Calum admits. “You’d be Mrs Hood and it would be like a permanent sleep over all the time.” “Isn’t that what we’re doing now?” I ask. “Minus the Mrs Hood part?” He shrugs. “I guess, but you have an option to leave now.” I curl into his side, my head resting just under his collarbones. “I’d have just as much of an option to leave if I married you Cal.” We fall into a comfortable silence, Calum occasionally running his fingers through my hair. “I’d say yes in a heartbeat.” I tell him softly. “Your brother would shoot me.” Calum chuckles. “He’d have to go through me first.”
Confession: I really need to get off Facebook! I was reading a silly article about an older black gentleman who noted that while he was wearing African inspired clothing at a function, (I don’t know if he’s Afro conscious or just Hotep) he did not receive any positive compliments from black women however he received positive comments from white people, particularly white women based on his looks. He also mentioned that black women should smile more and give a black man a compliment based on his nice looks. But here’s the good part! He mentioned that don’t be surprised that black men go out with white women based on positive compliments. Oh really?! Dude if you really felt the need to be validated by compliments you really need to re-evaluate yourself. Black women don’t have to smile and compliment you just because you look good in clothing, we have better things to do. We’ve been dogged by black men as it is. Damn if you do and damn if you don’t. Frankly a black men can go with a white woman for all I care, they’re gonna do it anyway whether we compliment them or not.
i wanna know why there was a dog eating pizza in xavier’s school. who does he belong to? maybe he’s a mutant dog? or maybe he’s a support dog for a student? or the owner just loved him too much to leave him so charles was like yeah sure let the dog in idm but he better not shit in my school