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anonymous asked:

do you have a certain method for what dogs you post? what defines the dogs that you pick or do you just post all of them?

It isn’t the dog, just the quality of the picture. A simple clear, face included, well-lit image is all I ask for. Examples of images I often receive, but do not accept, are below:

These are just examples from google. 

Please don’t take it personally if your dog isn’t posted. It has nothing to do with you or your dog. Yes, all dogs are handsome!! I just have guidelines, that I can be pretty lenient about btw, and all I ask for is a clear picture. Like this:

Still taken with a camera phone, no one needs to be a professional here, but the dog’s face is included, well lit area, and he looks great; that is all. I’m not trying to be snobbish or elitist, I just want non-blurry photos because that’s what people want to see. 😩

If you have sent me a picture that is super clear and you are confused, it could also be a number of controversial topics like super long nails, visible prong collars, ears taped up… stuff that get people upset. 

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TED BUNDY CONFESSION TAPES TRANSCRIPTS AUDIO 1; PT. 2

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[tape picks up here]
TED: Among other things that makes it difficult is that at this point she was quite lucid talking about things. About some… It’s funny, it’s not funny but it’s odd the kinds of things people will say under those circumstances. And she said she thought that she had a Spanish test the next day and she thought that I had taken her to help tutor me for her Spanish test. It’s kind of odd, odd thing to say.
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[tape picks up here]
TED: The long short of it I’m gonna try to make this… get there by degrees. Long short of it was that I again knocked her unconscious and strangled her and drug her into about 10 yards into the small grove of trees that was there.
BOB KEPPEL: What’d you strangle her with?
TED: Cord.
BOB KEPPEL: Cord?
TED: An old piece of rope.
BOB KEPPEL: Was it something that was right there with you?
TED: Yeah, it was in the car.
BOB KEPPEL: Then what happened?
TED: Then I packed the car up… By this time it was almost dawn, it was just about dawn. Sun was coming up. And I went through my usual - I say usual routine - I went through this routine where I was just absolutely… On this particular morning I was just absolutely, again, just shocked, scared-to-death, shocked, horrified about.. And I went down the road throwing everything that I’d had; the briefcase, out the window. Throwing the briefcase, the crutches, the rope, the clothes, just tossing them out the window. I was in a shear state of panic of just absolute horror. It’s like at that point and time it was consciousness of what has really happened. It’s like you’d break out of a fever or something, I would that is. So I drove north on 90 then northeast on 90 some point throwing articles out the window as I went; articles of clothing, shoes etc.
BOB KEPPEL: [inaudible]
TED: What?
BOB KEPPEL: When did you remove the clothing?
TED: After we got out of the car, initially. Well I skipped over some stuff there, we’ll have to get back to it sometime but I don’t feel… It’s just too hard for me to talk about right now.
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[tape picks up here]
TED: Well sure, yeah. I threw away the briefcase, and the crutches and all that stuff. And the crowbar, everything. Handcuffs, everything. I’d get mad at myself a few weeks late because I’d have to go out and buy another pair. I mean, it’s not comical but that’s what would happen.
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[tape picks up here]
TED: Well…
BOB KEPPEL: Remembering a Spanish test is pretty darn good if you ask me.
TED: That’s what she said. Unless she was hallucinating. She said everybody called her George.
BOB KEPPEL: George?
TED: That’s what she said. Or how bout that she used a safety pin because apparently her blue slacks were a bit too big.
BOB KEPPEL: Mhm.
TED: Or… that’s about all I know.
BOB KEPPEL: Okay.
TED: I mean I suppose.. I’m sure there are bits and pieces that will come back to me but obviously there wasn’t a lot of conversation.
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[tape picks up here]
TED: Talk about details coming back. I couldn’t find one of the shoes so I thought it was there but it wasn’t. So I went back. This was the next day. Got on my bicycle rode to that little parking lot. I knew there were police all over the place by that time but I was kind of nervous cause, and I’ll tell you why in a minute, cause I had left and my car had been parked there so they may have seen it. Now if something was found there they might connect me. So I went back to that parking lot and found both pierced earrings and the shoe laying in the parking lot at about five in the afternoon. I surreptitiously gathered them up and rode off.
BOB KEPPEL: Had the police checked that area?
TED: Well you can tell me. I’d seen whole streams of them driving all over the place but they were concentrating on places like the park, nearby park. They couldn’t have looked in that parking lot and missed the white patent leather clog and the two white pierced earrings; hoops.
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anonymous asked:

What does taping a dogs ears really do besides make them more "pleasing to the eye"? does it help them at all? Is it a common practice? I don't know much about the process, is it cruel?

Lots of things are done to dogs’ ears in the name of aesthetics; Cropping, taping, posting, and even gluing. However, these things used to serve a purpose - just like a docked tail would prevent a herding breed from getting stepped on, a cropped ear would prevent hunting & fighting breeds from having something to latch onto. Ears are also less likely to get infected and develop hematomas when cropped. But is that a good enough reason? I personally wouldn’t think so. I will include more info + pictures under the cut.

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Floppy Eared Galra Keith Head Canons

Because I needed them. @palidont got me hooked. And @ralligay jumped on the bandwagon with me.

(Co-written with @ralligay)

-When a Galrans are first born, they have floppy ears like a German Shepard puppy, but after time the straighten and perk up as they grow. 

-Keith on the other hand, had the misfortune to have one ear that did not do this, so he’s stuck with one floppy ear and one ear straight and perked. Making it look cute and ridiculous at the same time. 

-So when Keith’s come in for the first time years later after being a human, he thinks they both have finally perked up. But then one just stands to attention one day and the other continues to stay flopped over. 

-He’s with Pidge, Hunk and Lance at the time and they all just die laughing and Keith is doesn’t understand. 

- “What?

-Lance is wiping away tears ”Oh God, you look so ridiculous but so adorable at the same time.” Keith is so confused before Hunk points at his reflection in the window and Keith just goes beet red because one ear is standing at full attention whilst the other is still flopped and limp on his hair.

-Both his ears however continue to drop when he is sad, and he has the whole puppy dog look down pat. (No matter how much he protests)

-Lance can’t let it go and starts up the nickname Floppy, which Keith completely detests. But it’s stuck now. He’d prefer it to Patches which he got for the skin changing, but Floppy is just mortifying. And Keith has to endure so many months where Lance wouldn’t call him anything else.

-Every morning, this is a burden he must bare. He often tries to get it to stand up, spending a ridiculous amount of time trying to get it to stand up, but he always has to give up and and go to breakfast in defeat. 

-It literally turns into the same type of conversation he had with the red lion the first time, “Right, okay. Come on, ear. You can do it. Stand up and we won’t have to suffer anymore… Come on, ear, stand up.“ silence "FOR THE LOVE OF VOLTRON, STAND UP, WILL YOU???”

-One morning they overheard him, and let’s just say it was a disaster for Keith. 

-“What is he doing?”
“Trying to get his ear to stand up.”
“Aww, poor guy.”
“Does that mean you’re going to stop giving him grief over his ear?”
“What? Hell, no.”

-There was also that really embarrassing morning when he hadn’t said ear and Shiro thought he was talking about something else standing up and he bursts in the room concerned when he sees Keith holding his ears in aggravation (And now mortification) and Shiro realizes Oh, ears, right

-At one point Keith got desperate so he attempted to tape his ear up with invisible tape to keep it up to try to end the teasing, but it only makes it worse when they find out.

-Lance sits next to him at breakfast, ready to make a comment when he sees to perfectly perked ears (albeit he’s noticing one is dangerously close to drooping again). Horrified that the fun might be over he leans over to inspect them, totally invading Keith’s personal space when he sees the tape reflect in the light. Dude-Is there tape on your ear? And then proceeds to die of laughter

-Lance rips the tape off, because how dare he try to cheat? And the ear just flops over again much to Keith’s dismay and Lance’s delight. Keith tries to give him a really pissed glare for breaking his cover, but Lance just can’t take him seriously because one ear is flopped over and that’s hilarious

-At one point Keith asks Pidge for a modified helmet because he’s tired of squishing his ear into his helmet and being uncomfortable. 

-The first modification, they just cut holes into the top. But that was a problem when it needed to be used in space and second Keith was embarrassed because one ear stuck out and he had to pull the other out and it just flopped down on the helmet, leaving the others to giggle for hours about it.

-The second was a helmet with the ears added on top, but Pidge bent the second ear, so now his helmet had a floppy ear, and Keith refuses to wear it. Im not wearing it - Floppy Please! -That’s not MY NAME - But it won’t crush your ear! It can lay happy instead of being forced in another position!

-They make him one with normal ears in the end, but just to Keith’s luck it happens to break within the first week and they get called on a mission and Keith has to wear the floppy eared one

-The other Galran’s think it’s the funniest thing in the universe that the red paladin is not only half-Galran but he has a floppy ear and needs a modified helmet to function without crushing them.

-Aw, this little Galra has a bent ear- IM 18 YEARS OLD

-It’s really distracting for them, and it irritates Keith so much to her it in battle, especially because Lance takes advantage and starts calling him floppy in front of the entire fleet. 

-”Hey Floppy! Over here!”

-”Oh my Zarkon… Floppy. That’s an adorable human custom if I’ve ever heard one.“

-One day Keith slept to hard on his other ear the night before and he’s forced to go the whole day with two floppy ears

-Lance also uses the ear as his advantage when he can’t find Keith. 

-”You know the smaller Galra in red with a floppy ear,"and “About this high, wearing a red paladin suit, has purple patches on his skin, one floppy ear”

-Also, with all the art with Thace imagine him talking to Keith about how long it will take his ears to stand up and Floppy just slips out and Keith is like “WHAT? HOW COULD YOU? I thought you were my father,

-Bonus for the Klance Fans:
-Eventually they find out there is only one thing that gets the ear to stand up. It’s when Lance kisses him. For some reason,Lance will lean in and give him a peck and the ear just pops up like HELLO, and LANCE DIES because It’s like a girls foot popping up when she’s being kissed, Keith it’s so cute

-The first time this happens Keith gets so excited because yes finally it’s perked up but then it droops again and Keith is super frustrated. Lance finds it adorable

I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS

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Request: Can you do an imagine where you rescue Spencer from kidnapping?

Warnings: Mild kidnapping

Pairing: Reid/Reader but mild mild romance.

Kinda a weird one! But hope you like it! ~AdminAnna

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Boom.

Your gloves made a loud sound in the empty FBI gym. It felt good to get back to your daily routine. You dragged the back of your hand across your forehead to get the sweat off. You were a naturally good fighter and really only called in under the extreme cases. When you’d gone a little overboard catching a murderer, understandably you were assigned to desk duty for a while. You finally had your access to the gym back. You were pushing yourself, hard.

Your phone went off and you’d realized you’d stopped kicking the dummy, lost in your own thoughts. You looked at the caller I.D. You put the phone to your ear and fixed the tape on your knuckles.

“Yes Ma’am?”

“Y/N. I need you to come in.”

You huffed, annoyed, “So I can be off desk duty-“

“Y/N.” Her voice went soft, “Reid’s in trouble. I need you to extract him.”

It felt like your whole world stood still. 

No. NO.

You closed your eyes and inhaled slowly. You felt your whole body tremble. You forced yourself to breathe in and out slowly. You had to calm yourself down before you went in. 

“Address?”

She read it to you, “Hostage situation. Four men inside.”

“On my way.”

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“No movement inside,” Derek Morgan scowled from next to the house where Spencer was being held, “It looks like its calmed down in there.”

Aaron Hotchner whipped a hand across his face, “Any noise from Reid?”

“None.”

The senior agent’s phone rang. He took it out of his pocked and looked at the front to see who was bothering him.

“Strauss I really don’t have time for this,” He snapped into the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Put me on speaker Aaron.” Her tone had a no-nonsense air.

Aaron raised his eyebrows and put it on speaker phone. He waved over Prentiss, Morgan, JJ and Rossi.

“We’re all here.”

Strauss exhaled, “I’ve Y/N..”

“What do you mean?” Aaron’s face hardened, “Strauss of all the people to send-”

“I know Hotch,” She snapped, “I know she’s emotionally invested but we all are. You have to let her go in.”

The phone went dead on the other end.

“What the hell-” Derek started.

Suddenly there was a crash on the inside. It was faint, but we could hear it.

What was that?” They heard over the radio.

Another voice came over the speaker, “I don’t know. The FBI’s right outside. They haven’t moved. I’ve been watching.”

Go check it out!” The leader commanded.

All 5 of the BAU agents gathered around the radio that was wired to listen inside. They waited.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” Emily bit her lip.

“No.” Rossi shook his head, “She’s right. If anyone can get him Y/N can.”

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You  hid in the dark hallway. It was easy enough to get in. You’d learned to pick a lock in third grade. You tipped over the vase on purpose. You’d seen one of the captors come to check on it. You let him walk past you before you jumped on him, taking him down quickly in surprise. He fell to the ground and you put a cloth over his nose and mouth.You pulled his tie behind his head, cutting off the air supply. He fainted quickly and quietly. You used cable ties to bound his wrist and ankles so he couldn’t move if he came to. You continued down the hallway to where you could tell Reid was being held.

You looked quickly around the corner. There were 3 standing around Reid. He was bloodied. You couldn’t focus on that now. You had to get him out.

You didn’t see any weapons in their hands. They were laying on a table near the back wall. You could shoot two down easily. It was the third that could probably get to a gun.

You inhaled and exhaled three times. You could do this. You could do this for him.

As you predicted, you fired and brought two down easily. You shot them each in the leg. The third ran to the back table and quickly retaliated. He fired the same time you did.

He crumbled to the floor. You quickly restrained the two still living. They needed to be interrogated. You finally ran over to Reid. You felt the air go back into your lungs. He was hurt, but not too badly.

“Hey love,” You slapped his cheek lightly to try and get him to come to, “Spencer wake up. Spence. Open those eyes.”

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

You smiled, tears forming in your eyes, “There they are.Hi baby.”

“Y/N?” He asked in confusion as you untied him quickly.

You practically jumped into his lap, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. He lifted his arms, squeezing you to the point of almost pain. 

“You’re my night in shining armor.” He chuckled sadly, putting his face in your neck.

“Always,” You kissed him, “Always.”

bts as art students

alright so this entire concept has been on my mind and i can’t seem to get rid of it but bts as art students!!!!

jin: film/photography

he’d been taking photos ever since his parents bought him that retro camera from the 90’s that he’d always have been dying for and he absolutely fell in love with it. he’d be really passionate about the entire concept of capturing moments with a camera. as he got older, he probably got into making short films and videos with sick ass cinematography. also his instagram feed would most definitely be on point probably full of food pics

yoongi: industrial design

we all know he wanted to become an architect. imagine that look on his face while he’s standing and observing his next project-to-be, nodding to himself and making notes in his sketchbook. he’d have a very clear vision in his head of what the final result would be and he’d be very precise with his goal. overall, it was obvious that yoongi had a long term goal and knew exactly what he had to do to reach that. since he’s such a hard worker, he would have absolutely no problem achieving it.

hoseok: graphic design/advertising 

i see hobi in either of these two, like he’d be on his laptop all day, erryday, on photoshop/illustrator just making new creations and cool graphics. he’d acquire inspiration from almost anything and everything, like when he’s at the grocery store picking up bread or just taking a walk down to starbucks or something. he definitely has a very open mind and can see different perspectives of life and shit, that’d help him tons while he’s in the process of creating. i can imagine him making logos for his friends’ companies and after graduating he’d probably open up his own design firm. 

namjoon: art history/creative writing

aesthetic daddy over here would love writing, anything from fictional stories to some deep ass poems. as well as writing, he would love learning about anything and everything, but especially art history. he’d take an interest in all of the artists that created works that left such great impacts on the art world. he’d have that bruk up brown leather notebook and he’d always have those circular framed glasses on with a pen resting behind his ear. you’d probably find his hot ass in the library either reading or jotting something down, and i feel like he’d just be a super mysterious person. maybe after graduating, he would start off writing for a magazine publication, hopefully one day wanting to publish his own book that he already started writing

jimin: interior design

jimin would have a keen eye for interior spaces, like the way certain colours complimented each other (yknow, like how well the red walls went with the white couches) and he’d be super confident in his skills. his sketchbook would be fULL of sketches of dream interior spaces and i also see tons and tons of colour swatches in his sketchbook?? after graduation, i see him with his own little crew. he’d probably help hobi with his design firm, he’d stand in the empty office, pencil behind his ear and tape measure in his hand, making sure he can produce some quality work as this was his first big project as an interior designer 

taehyung: graphic design

like hobi, i see tae in graphic design. personally, i see him always carrying around his computer and sketchbook everywhere because when he has an idea, he’s gotta jot it down right away before it escapes his head. he would have a specific style that was evident throughout his work and i can see hobi taking him under his wing, promising to hire him after he graduates the following the year

jungkook: sculpture/installation 

alright so this idea came to me when i was working in the woodshop and all i imagined was jungkook being the class assistant, helping students with cutting the wood and telling them about the different kinds of wood that they had and he’d be such a chill CA, making dumb jokes and shit when you tell him about what kind of assignment you were doing. he’d be busy with creating new installations, as well as being a class assistant and he’d just have a great time while in school bc he’s finally found what he truly enjoys ok but really imagine jungkook with his brown timbs and black sweats and his black tshirt with his beanie walking around with wood dust and shit all up on his clothes

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Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes
Words: 2,417
Warnings: none. but you know idk, to my knowledge there is none.
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A/N: Bucky Barnes story all up on your dash! also i’m sorry it’s sooo jumpy. i’m like a frog always jumpy. jk lol that is so lame kelly… anyways enjoy.
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So I haven’t really touched this guy since last weekend but I keep getting asks about the process and since Halloween is coming up I guess I can talk a little about what I’ve done so far. PLEASE know that I am not a professional, have never done this before/ am figuring this out as I go, and that without duct tape this would not have been possible. This is at least 70% duct tape’s work.

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Tony wakes to a tiny finger in his left ear and a barely suppressed giggle.

Well two giggles actually.

One is the very familiar deep rumble of his husband, who as a matter of fact is catastrophically bad at suppressing giggles. Especially when it is this special brand of mischievous giggle. The other is a way higher tone, almost as familiar by now and even more mischievous.

It obviously belongs to the same person as the finger in his ear.

Even without opening his eyes he knows that Sarah’s whole face is probably lit up with glee right now - ever since she’s gotten big enough to climb onto their bed all on her own, waking like this has become kind of a fixture. And she doesn’t seem to be getting tired of it at all.

If it didn’t make her this exceptionally happy, it’d probably be a lot easier to tell her to stop doing it. As it is, Tony hasn’t even managed to say one word against it in all of almost three weeks.

“Steve, I think the ear-infiltrating aliens from last week are back!” Tony says, keeping his voice as grave as possible, even though the giggling intensifies. “I think we’ll have to tape our ears shut every night from now on the get this situation under control. Especially Miss Sarah’s ears, because I don’t want the aliens to get her!”

His words are accompanied by a little shriek, when he cracks open one eye while talking and clamps his hands over his daughters ears. “Noooo Daddy, no tape, no tape, no tape!” She is still giggling - she very well knows that Tony is not being serious. After all she’s almost as good at reading him as Steve and there is no denying who her Papa is.

Steve is trying really hard to sound stern when he answers.

“Yes, I think that is a very good idea. I’m sure Clint has some purple tape lying around and it is after all your favorite color, Sarahbee so we can start the taping right after dinner.” He is leaning forward and placing a smacking kiss on her forehead to try and hide that he is now full out laughing.

As expected Sarah is not fooled and easily wriggles free of Tony’s hands to poke Steve’s cheek with one of her fingers.

“You hate tape! No tape, Papa!” She demands and of course Steve nods seriously and his face looks actually really funny when he is trying so hard not to laugh again.

“Alright,” he says “but then you have to help us fend off the aliens with” - he wrinkles his forehead as if he is thinking very hard and Sarah is already hanging onto every word he is saying and Tony is so in love with this ridiculous dork - “lemon scent candles and hot cocoa in the evening, because aliens don’t like that, promise?”

“Promise, promise, promise!” Sarah singsongs with a bright, sunny smile on her face. Without warning she flops back against Tony, laying her hand flat against the arc reactor - an unconscious thing she almost always does - and smiles up at him. “Pancakes now?”

“Yeah I guess now that we’ve averted the alien crisis, we all deserve some pancakes with blueberries and syrup.” Tony says, and her whole face lights up at that and he’ll probably never get over the little flutter his heart still makes when he sees her this happy. “Alright, why don’t you go on ahead down to the communal floor and take a look if anyone else is already up and wants breakfast too? I bet Aunt Tasha will make you her special milk with honey if you ask her real nice.”

There’s literally always one or the other of the Avengers already awake at this time, who’ll happily entertain their little girl - after all none of them are immune to her big brown puppy eyes and her infectious smile.

“Honey milk!” She nods happily and starts climbing down the bed without hesitation and almost topples over in her hurry. In the doorframe she stops for a second looking back at them, contemplating. “You too?”

“Yeah, bee, we’ll be down in a minute, okay?” Steve says, already leaning over to pull Tony into his arms.

Sarah just nods satisfied, blows them both a smacking kiss and hurries on to the elevator.

“Jarvis, you have an eye on her!”

“Always, sir!”

Tony watches her go, before he tilts his head up to accept Steve’s good morning kiss, thinking that he probably couldn’t be more happy than he is right now. He loves them so much, he sometimes thinks he is just going to burst from how happy they make him and how grateful he is to have them.

“Aliens, huh?” Steve murmurs against his mouth, and Tony can feel his wide grin against his lips.

“Well, you’re not the one always woken by a sticky finger in their ear so you don’t get to talk!”

Not that he is complaining.

He actually loves the sticky finger and everything else that comes as a package deal with it.