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the thing that makes skam so good is how long they make you wait for resolution. in this clip, any other tv show would’ve probably made you wait a minute or so before the girls showed up and everything’s great. in skam, they made us wait for six fucking minutes with tension building the whole time. they dragged it out until it hurt that the girls hadn’t come, and then when they finally appeared the relief and joy is just so much more. i love this show.

lokthaire  asked:

So I have a question if you're willing to divulge the information (and it's perfectly understandable if you don't wish to!), but a friend and I were having a discussion about reptiles and we got talking about Iguanas and although we were both youngish at the time you would see them EVERYWHERE cheap and being panned as these great animals (to ME Iguanas are a reptile for masochists) but anyways, this lead to us realizing that Tegu are starting to become the new iguana.. 1/2


2/2 they’re starting to become readily available, cheap, and have a cool factor to them. So if possible -and any larger reptile owner feel free to add to this! Would you be willing to tell of what your weekly, monthly, and yearly expenses as well as anything else that popped up that you didn’t expect just to show people that it’s not just a cool looking animal but a potentially and certainly expensive reptile to own? I understand this can be a personal topic and understand not wanting to share.

OH MY GOD I FEEL THE SAME WAY tegus really do not need to become the new iguanas. This is a fantastic question and I’m thrilled to answer it.

SO. Weekly expenses… don’t really work out because a lot of purchases are made in bulk (food, etc.) every month or couple of months, but here’s a basic overview of how much things cost the first year I had her. Well. If I’d done things ideally- remember, I was foolish and tried to free roam her. HAD I done things appropriately with a cage, here’s how much it would have been. As it was, I did end up spending more than this trying to make free roaming work. Which most of the time it absolutely does not and I’m glad I stopped when I did.

Enclosure- I spent about 130ish on the grow tent and another 60ish bucks in materials to fix it up. That is absolutely the cheapest tegu setup you can make, and it’s not ideal for everyone- most enclosures you should plan for the 600+ dollar range. A PVC cage from a place like BeegerBoxes runs about a grand. I buy two 60 dollar lightbulbs a year, plus another 11 for her halogens and 10 for her CHE. The four dome lights cost me about 60 in total. The substrate I use costs 66 bucks every time the entire thing gets changed out. The swimming pool was about 25 and her water dish was I wanna say like… 20? Her big fake log was 35 and… ok I have no idea how much that footstool she stole is, but the crinkle tube was about 10 bucks. 

Total initial setup cost: 527 (in nearly ALL cases it will be more, I just lucked out with the grow tent idea.)

Then there’s vet checks! I needed a carrier, and the one I liked best (has a harness clip, comfy fleece pad, and places for heat packs if necessary) ran me about 35. I spent about 80 a visit and she goes at least once a year.  But wait! She hurt her lip! Add another 200 in followup visits and medication! I keep a few hundred bucks in an emergency savings account for vet visits. That’s non-negotiable. I put that aside in the first year I had her- it’s sitting pretty at 400 plus interest. 

By the end of the first few months, I’d spent about $832. Factoring in the savings account, that’s $1232. That’s not even including Juju OR the nonessentials. All the extra stuff? That cost more.

Then the food. I have some receipts for this- in the first year alone, Kaiju ate about 60 dollars’ worth of rats, about 100 dollars’ worth of reptilinks, and god only knows how much fruits, veggies, fish, and other stuff I could get at the grocery store. Let’s call the annual food bill 240? I might be lowballing that. So by the end of the first year, that puts her at like… $1492. Almost fifteen hundred dollars in the first year alone. Over twelve months, that works out to about $124 a month. Putting that in perspective: that’s about the cost of two additional Comcast bills. It’s like paying for two extra internet connections from a company that sees price gouging as a way of life. Can you afford two extra Comcast bills an entire month for a year? If no, then probably don’t get a tegu.

Now, that does peter down over the years- I don’t start from scratch every summer. But I do change out that bedding four times a year (or more if she doesn’t brumate), and I do buy two new MVBs every year- those are the 60 dollar lightbulbs. And she still eats probably about 300 dollars of food a year. She also gets an annual wellness visit. So that makes the minimum yearly cost about $764 (the ASPCA averages small dogs to be about $580 per year, to put that in perspective) and that’s again not counting extra stuff I buy to make her life more interesting. That’s about $64 a month… which is almost one additional Comcast bill. Can you afford an additional Comcast bill every month for the next 10+ years? Tegus are not cheap pets to maintain; to have a good quality of life, they need some seriously good care. There’s ways to do it cheaper, but if you’re impulse-buying a big reptile, you very likely do not have the know-how to do safely! You can certainly breed and grow much of your own food- that’ll help save money- but that also has initial startup costs, and requires the time and space that a lot of people just don’t have. I’m not saying they aren’t amazing pets- I mean, Juju’s the best thing to ever happen to me- but I am saying that they’re a commitment that shouldn’t be undertaken lightly.

And THEN there’s another monthly cost: Energy bills. Mine are included in my rent so I don’t actually know how much that is. So I can’t be much help there, unfortunately!  But that can get really expensive.

TL,DR: First year? Two extra Comcast bills per month. Rest of her life? One extra Comcast bill per month. If you can’t commit to that, then don’t get a tegu.

Why-Animals-Do-The-Thing training session

So I meant to post this awhile ago, but life seemed to get in the way.

But in early May, I had Rachel from @why-animals-do-the-thing stop by and do a training session with Sasha.  We worked on her biggest issue, the fear of her harness (or really anyone handling near her head or feet).

It was so nice to have someone be able to be at my house and watch Sasha in her home environment.  It was also very nice to have someone critique my training and help me understand the best way to communicate with and reward Sasha.

And I’ll be damned that today, finally, Sasha STUCK HER OWN DAMN HEAD THROUGH THE HARNESS AND LET ME CLIP IT UP!!!!!  She hasn’t worn her harness since Rachel came over, and has only been walked on a collar (which she readily comes to when time to go out)  I never would have guessed before that she would ever do that on her own, but Rachel helped me tweak my reward timing and it seems to really have payed off.

I am beyond thrilled with the progress Sasha has made in this respect.

We have now moved on to also desensitizing her to the dremel.

I highly recommend Rachel for training if she is in your area!  10/10 recommend (She is also just an awesome, knowledgeable person in general)

Central Park

Originally posted by xopsychogirlxo

     You were strolling through central park with your dog, Maisie, when you felt the harness on your dog slip off and all of a sudden, Maisie went running. You took off after her, your feet stomping on the pavement trying to catch up with her, the wind blowing your hair in all different directions. She finally slows down and starts trying to play with a young mans dog.

     “ I’m sorry about her, shes a little rambunctious.” You told the young man whit clipping the harness back on her and tugging it a bit to get her to come back to your side. 

     “It’s okay miss.” He tugged his dog a little closer to him as you saw his body tense.

     “Service dog?” You questioned him.

He slowly lifted his head to look at you, squinting his eyes from the sun he looked down again, pulling his baseball cap over his eyes more, a hint of red forming on his cheeks, he had never seen anyone as beautiful as you before. 

     “Yeah, he keeps me grounded.” He whispers while looking at his dog. 

     “Mind if i sit down?” You asked him with a softness in your voice not wanting to make him uncomfortable. 

     “Go right ahead doll” The word doll slipped out of hi mouth without even thinking about it. The use of the nickname making your head go fuzzy.

      “Doll?”

     “I-I’m sorry, it just slipped out, I didn’t think about it” He replied, nervous of your reaction.

    “It’s okay, I liked it. Whats your name mystery man?” You teased.

     “James, but people call me Bucky.” He looked up at you with hope in his eyes not knowing how you were going to react

     “I’m Y/N.” You reached out to shake his hand with a warm smile on your face and he hesitated, his mind was running crazy, you had to of known who he was. He brought up his left hand for you to shake.

     “Well, why don’t you say we go get some coffee yeah? a bit too chilly for my liking.” you nudged his shoulder with yours and started to stand up.


     “…So Steve, had to defend that girls honor, the little punk always wanted to be the hero, ended up getting a broken nose. I had to come in and get him out of the fight.” Bucky laughed with a faint smile playing on his lips, reminiscing about the old days. Coffees long gone, and its been about an hour, and the two of you were just walking around central park with your dogs. Every now and then you’d steal a glance at him, taking in the stubble on his face, and the way his eyes looked in the sun. 

     “That is quite the story James.” You shook your head a little. A gust of wind came by and chilled you to the bone. 

     “You cold doll?” He asked with a hint of worry in his voice. 

     “Little bit, colder than i thought it was going to be today.”

     “Here. Take this.” He tarted taking his jacket off and putting it around your shoulders. You couldn’t help but take in the smell from it, he smelled of outside with a hint of vanilla. 

     “Thank you, I appreciate it” At this point you were stopped, both facing each other, there was a comfortable silence that hung in the air. You never thought talking to a stranger could feel so familiar. So easy. He took your hands in his and brought them up to his mouth and he started to blow warm air on them. He tilted his head up a bit and that’s when he really noticed you. The way your eyes looked at him with no fear. The way your lips were parted jut a little and he couldn’t believe he was here with you. 

Your mind was going everywhere and before you cold say another word he brought his lips to yours in a short but wonderful kiss. Your eyes were wide when he pulled away and panic rose in him. He immediately dropped your hands and backed away a few inches.

     “Wait, James-” He cut you off.

     “No, Y/N, I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have kissed you. That was uncalled for. I’lll just go.“ He turned to leave but you couldn’t;t let him, even though you just me him, you were already crushing on him. You grabbed his wrist gently and turned him around, bringing your hands up to his neck you brought his head down and planted a kiss on his lips, it took him a second, but he started kissing you back.

Needing air you both pulled away, out of breath and you laid your hands on his chest.

     “Wow” He mumbled. “But I thought, you’re not scared of me?” He asked in a small gentle voice, as his hands were on top of yours.

     “Not at all James” You whispered back and one side of his lips tipped upward in a smile. He brought his hand to your head and brought you in to his chest. He kissed your temple and you two stayed like that for a short while, arms wrapped around each other.

     “So… what is Tony Stark really like?” And you felt his chest rumble with laughter. For the first time in a long time, Bucky was able to relax.

Jazi’s Adventures in Dog Training post, as requested by a few asks.

I’ll be honest, the biggest reason I’ve hesitated to post this is because I don’t feel like getting into an argument. I’ve had enough of those, I’ll talk about this in detail but I would like at least one of my posts to go without screaming.

Recently, I’ve taken on a reactive client- a young dog I’ve known for about a year when she came through my puppy classes at 4 months old. L*, like most of my reactive dogs, is poorly matched with her current owner. She changed hands 3 times before she came to me as a puppy, each because she is ‘too much’. She is a rottweiler/bullysomething owned by an elderly couple who’s biggest and most energetic dog was a yorkie, and they are largely unprepared for what it means to own a working breed dog. They’re more than a little afraid of her and misread moat of her signals, which compounds the problem.

L is not only reactive, she is also a bad puller. She was started in a front clip harness after panicking in a halti no matter how desensitized she was to the pressure, and while her walking skills improved, she quickly figured out how to stand on her hind legs and slip it when she was reacting to an incoming dog. Clearly, that was no longer going to work.

For two sessions, I tried Creed’s prong on her, giving her a clear and consistent consequence for poor behavior. The majority of corrections were self inflicted, and her stress lowered as she quickly caught on to the more strict 'rules’ of a walk. I taught her owner how to use a prong, making sure that he understood not to hurt her or be unfair with it, and made him practice with it several times before allowing him to buy one himself.

He practiced keeping his emotions either upbeat or neutral, he practiced walking in a sterile area and then outside the store with no other dogs present with her at low stress and giving calm focus, we talked about threshold and timing and rewarding good behavior to replace the bad and LAT/LAM, and then last week… we added a dog. Creed, to be specific.

Her owner was dubious that she was ready, but I was more worried about whether HE was ready. L started off by roaring at Creed, he moved her away, and she deliberately chose to disengage. He kept his head and she continued to choose correctly again and again. She would look at Creed and stiffen, then offer the behavior of huffing, taking a step back, and gazing intently at her owner. (Me: reward that! Right now!)

L, a dog who, 4 weeks prior, could not even glance at another dog or dog-shaped item 50 feet away from her without having an explosive reaction, was more than capable of walking about 10 feet away from Creed side by side in a perfect heel, calm and relaxed and without stressing, tail and butt wiggling happily when he glanced down at her and scratched her ears for doing SO well and trying SO hard just for him. Her owner, who came in 4 weeks ago trying to get me to take her off his hands, was laughing and smiling and playing with her, calling to me how proud he was of her and how amazing he thinks she is.

L has a long way to go before she’s done. She’ll be coming to a few of my BAT workshops where I have group walks specifically to help dogs like her, and when she’s stronger with that we will wean her off of the prong and settle with a martengale since she is a collar-slipper. She is still fairly mismatched with her owner, but this has made him feel far more capable of handling her into adulthood and has prevented her from going through a 4th upheaval prior to turning 2.

I see repeated on here frequently- don’t use corrections for reactivity, reactivity and aggression is based in fear, corrections make fear worse. I would agree that SOME reactive or aggressive dogs are acting out of fear… but some are not. L started out as a frustrated greeter puppy. When she became a teenager, her frustration in being held back on a flat collar or harness in greeting morphed into reactivity. Changing her emotions towards Creed would not help here, as the problem was that she wanted to be social and was lashing out at the barrier preventing her from reaching her target. Unfortunately, to most people, this looks like serious dog or fear aggression.

Away from public eyes, I have had conversations with various dogblrs that perscribed to positive only training end up with a dog that was reactive and not out of fear. These folks work for months and sometimes years, just like I did with Creed, getting increasingly frustrated with the lack of improvement with +R and finally trying a prong, slip, or e collar… and the dog’s stress plummets as it is taught that the behavior is unacceptable please try performing something else.

Note that I am not saying to slap a prong on all reactive dogs and call it a day. I’ve used +R BAT on the vast majority of my reactive clients because those have been fear based. But those that aren’t, sometimes a different method is necessary. It’s always better to change your methodology to match the dog, rather than try to force the dog into the neat little box you want it to exist in.

Story Time!

Story time with Wesley. This is a client I have worked with for roughly 6-ish months, we’ll call them L - a now 14 month old neutered male lab/mastiff mix - and A - L’s owner who wants what’s best for her puppy.

L and A came to me as a referral around six months ago. A adopted L from a shelter, was told he was a two year old pit bull mix, and has never had a dog before. A lived with a roommate, and L was about 65-70lb. She came to me because L was extremely reactive to people and other dogs, and was cowering away from her roommate and any people who came close to him. She specifically stated she wanted no harsh corrections, no prong collars, no shock collars. I invited her in for an evaluation so I could see what L was doing in person; upon arrival, L was very clearly NOT two years old and not a pit bull. He was very likely somewhere in the 8 month old range, mostly labrador, possibly some mastiff/molosser type mixed in, no bull breed I could discern. He was also extremely underconfident. He shook as he came into my ring, refused all but the stinkiest of cheeses, and peed if I came within about five feet of him. A was almost in tears and told me she hated seeing L so terrified. When I brought Rogue out as a test dog, L erupted into barking and lunging, but could be redirected if he was on the other side of the store. I told A that we could work with him, but it would be a long journey and she would need to go at his pace. She agreed and we started.

The first week I didn’t bother touching on his reactivity. We did confidence building games, engagement games with A, and I even got a tail wag out of him after our first hour. L was a very curious puppy and we were able to get that curiosity to override his fear through small games and easy choices. I learned at this time that A’s roommate was shoving L in his crate and banging on the sides of it when he was in it, and that A had made plans to move back in with her parents when she learned of this. I agreed it was best for both of them. I sent her home with games to play, reintroduction to the crate, and some basic recall/focus/loose leash walking (we found turning around and Premack’s worked best with L for loose leash training).

L recovered quickly once at A’s parents’ house and began to slowly accept his crate. We added in a front clip harness because of L’s size and reactivity - A had a hard time controlling him and I was worried of him injuring her. We started on BAT and LAT for his reactivity toward dogs using Rogue and Remy as decoy dogs. Associates were brought in from the store with stinky cheese and junk food treats to reward when L chose to interact with them - something he picked up on quickly! After a few weeks we were able to do entire classes on foundation work with Rogue on her mat about eight feet from L without him stressing (sometimes Rogue would even get a wiggle and play bow from him). A reported only a few incidents on walks, and all involving dogs rushing straight up to L, but she was able to redirect and get him a safe distance away.

After several months of building up L’s confidence, the once-timid lab mix puppy found his stride. We ditched the front clip harness as A no longer needed it and L now walks on a flat collar and 6ft leash. Recently, A reported that L’s jumping and biting/mouthing was increasing as he grew more confident. We did impulse control games (It’s Your Choice) and implemented 5 second time outs as well as more redirection, but L persisted and A was starting to bear the brunt of his enthusiasm. When she came in with bruises and cuts down her legs, I decided it was time to add in a correction. L would only latch onto her when he would get over excited on his walks - and he would bite her boots and not let go. We continued to work on an out command, impulse control, and A’s ability to recognize when L was going to have a tantrum, but we also added in a basket muzzle (to which he took to wonderfully after the adding of string cheese) for safety and a light leash correction. He responded well to the correction and didn’t display signs of stress. He would refocus better and finish his walk more or less peacefully. 

We have since removed the muzzle and A is now recognizing L’s excitement limits better. She still employs the leash correction if appropriate, but has reported that walks have gone well. We are continuing to work with him on impulse control and channeling his exuberance into good life choices, but I’m really, really happy where A and L have come. In L’s training, A and I have both compromised and found solutions that fit L the best and have created a happy, loved family member. All four quadrants of operant conditioning have been used with L, along with counter-conditioning, Premack’s Principle, 300 Peck, and BAT. We also are working on some focused heeling and tricks for fun! 

It’s been a long journey for L and A, but clients like them are why I do what I do, and why I keep an open mind and train the dog in front of me. 

anonymous asked:

could you draw more pastel olly because that is something i'd like to see more of

ahah This is so late sorry! He hates it but Glam and Ruca are havin’ fun at least! The original pastel Olly post here  Thank you sweet evil anon <3

anonymous asked:

Can you bring service dogs in training anywhere? How do you go about doing that if so?

Hiya!

No, service dogs in training (SDiTs) can not and should not go just anywhere with you.

The wording on this question concerns me for a few reasons, so let me preface by saying this is not a how-to on bringing your pet with you everywhere you go. If you are puppy raising or fostering for a service dog organization, consult them directly.

I am only knowledgeable on US law, I can direct you elsewhere if you live in a different country, just let me know. I inserted a breakpoint to save people miles of scrolling If they don’t want to read.

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Zip-Line - Part 2

First half.  Wrote this after I learned about the zip-line in Paris.  Can’t do the other half just now, so please enjoy this part.  Also on AO3

Part 1 is here


Marinette heard her friends talking just outside the bathroom door.  It sounded like most of her class was out there.  She’d checked in quickly with Tikki, who was equally excited about trying the zip-line.  

“What’s taking so long?” Chloe demanded.  "Is she chickening out before she even gets up the tower?“

Shaking her head, Marinette finished drying off her hands and went out to join them.  "Sorry to disappoint, Chloe,” she said calmly.  "I just wanted to go to the bathroom.“

"Afraid you’ll pee your pants?” Chloe crowed.

“Not particularly,” Marinette brushed off the taunt.  "But I’d like to enjoy the ride without distractions.“

"Where do you want us to wait for you?” Adrien asked.  "Need anyone to go up the tower with you?“

"I’m getting a good spot near the center of the line,” Alya said.  "But that’s a good point.“

Marinette shrugged.  "Maybe the end, so we can head back together?”

“Well I’m going to escort you to the Eiffel Tower,” Chloe said.  "I want to make sure you go up, and I want a front row seat when you back out.“

"Why are you so certain I’ll back out?” Marinette asked.

“You’re plenty brave here, with your feet on the ground, when you’re trying to impress people,” Chloe said with a sniff.  " If you manage to impress them, I want to make sure you have the guts to do what’s right, and I’m not sure you do.  This will prove it.“

Marinette stared at Chloe for a moment, then nodded quietly.  This went deeper than the veneer of bullying, something the spoiled rich girl had reined in abruptly nearly a year ago.

"What are you talking about, Chlo?” Adrien asked, not quite a demand.  "We all know Marinette’s amazing.  Why would she need to impress any of us.“

Chloe shot Marinette a smirk.

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anonymous asked:

How did you teach leash training? My SDiT won't stop pulling and keeps getting distracted by things no matter what I try!

Hey anon!

I want to start out by saying VSEPR is still learning how to walk well on a leash and it’ll probably take months or years for him to almost always be exactly how I want him without treats. This is okay. It’s a lot to ask a dog to ignore everything else and not listen to its desire to run and explore, especially an adolescent dog who is testing their boundaries. 

If you have a puppy or young dog, seemingly uncountable distractions and pulling are normal and take a lot of patience and consistent management. With VSEPR I use a front clip harness- back clip harnesses often just increase a dogs desire to pull. I also praise/click and treat every single time he’s where I want him and often times every 5-10 feet, especially on walks. If he’s a bit more tired out and there aren’t kids/loud cars/other dogs/whatever other distraction this is more like 30-50 feet.

This is how often I treat him when we are in a store and he’s walking how I want him to walk! Eventually he’ll get to a point where I don’t have to treat him so often and finally to where I don’t have to at all. 


Words of wisdom from my trainers and other SD teams I’ve talked to: 

Whenever your dog pulls, just stop your feet (or wheels in my case). They don’t get any closer to where they want to go and eventually when they look back with the “hey human why aren’t we going?”, use touch to get them where they should be and try again. It’ll take forever to go 15 feet at first but just letting a dog pull you to wherever they want to go will reinforce that’s how they tell you where they want to go and that’s how they get there. This can be exhausting and frustrating- I know. Hang in there.

Another option that VSEPR does was taking one step and stopping and waiting for your pup to sit and look at you and praising and treating. Then taking one single step. This encourages your pup to look to you for direction and watch your pace, no matter how slow or how fast. This is really helpful for mobility impaired people who walk slow!


Tools: Some teams like to use prong collars or other similar devices, I personally feel pretty neutral on these things when they’re used properly. Unfortunately, I just don’t see them being used correctly very often and the consequences of improper usage with a choke chain or prong collar can be dire and irreversible. If you choose to use these types of tools make sure you’re working with a really good trainer who has your dog’s best interest at heart. 

I don’t use a head collar on VSEPR partly because they aren’t allowed on the CGC or my school’s graduation exam and partly because of my often jerky movements, I may apply an overly tight correction or apply a correction unintentionally. But many- dare I say most- teams really like them and I’ve used them with great success in the past. 


Distractions: The biggest thing that helps me with VSEPR’s focus is making sure he’s gotten a fair amount of age-appropriate exercise first. I’ve also been careful not to overwhelm him by doing too much too fast. For example, I will sometimes go to parking lots and just practice getting in and out of a car for 20 minutes at a time and then leave. This way he’s learning to be focused from the minute I open the car door to the minute I take his vest off and release him. If he’s acting like a fish flopping around at the end of a leash next to my car, he isn’t ready to go inside a store with way more distractions. That’s okay! Take it slow and remember a distracted dog early in training is normally a stressed dog


Loose leash walking and distraction proofing is an exhausting and difficult thing to train. It takes forever and it takes extraordinary patience and consistency but you will get there if you stick with it! 

anonymous asked:

We will never know what the original plan for season four was probably. We just have to live with the fact that whatever it was, it changed.

this literally haunts me,,,,,,,i keep wondering WHAT it was that made julie do a rewrite, it couldn’t have been thomas coming back bc it was leading up to that since the beginning of the season, either yousana wasnt supposed to be endgame (which doesnt make sense bc everything has been pointing to them being perfect for each other) OR the girl drama was supposed to be longer and i actually think that the håper du har plass clip was supposed to be a fredag clip idk man

How to (Kind Of) Train Your Dragon: Pt 2

Part 1 | Part 2

It was barely 5:40 am when Kent heard the telltale sound of claws scampering across the hardwood floors. He kept his eyes closed even though he could feel the slight pull of his blankets as the small dragon climbed up the side of the bed and deposited herself on his chest.

After less than a minute, she got impatient, and started rubbing her head under Kent’s chin, knowing that it tickled him. He laughed, giving himself away. “Yes, okay, I’m up,” he said before giving Kit an affectionate pat. Kit chirruped and hopped around the bed. She was flapping her small wings, but they were too immature to do anything effective beyond showing her excitement. According to the book Kent bought, it would be another year and a half before they would be strong enough to carry her in flight.

She hadn’t grown very much in the month that Kent had her, but her personality came through clearly. She was playful and affectionate with Kent almost to the point of harassment. She needed attention, a lot of it, or she would sit outside of whatever room Kent had closed her out, and wail. He didn’t even know dragons could sniff and whimper, but apparently, Kit could put on a good show when she wanted something.

Kent carried her in the bathroom and she sat on the sink counter while he brushed his teeth. She craned her head closer to the faucet every time he turned it on. She was still mystified by the concept of running water even though she hated getting wet. It was understandable since her natural habitat was dry, underground burrows in the middle of the desert.

In the kitchen, she waited eagerly by her food dish while Kent measured out the dragon chow for her. It was one of the more expensive brands of dragon food available on the market, but as far as Kent was concerned, his dragon deserved the best. It smelled vaguely of beef jerky and tuna, and not for the first time, Kent found himself wondering what it would actually taste like. He was cured of his curiosity, however, when he identified a dried piece of scorpion tail in the mix and gagged a little.

While Kit ate, Kent nibbled on the leftover pizza from last night. He balanced it out with banana after and the silent promise that he would eat healthier… next week. Kit abandoned her bowl partway through and climbed up Kent’s leg to investigate what he was eating because it was clearly more interesting that her own food. Kent let Kit have the last bite of banana. He enjoyed watching her mash the banana with a thoughtful expression, as if she couldn’t decide whether she liked it or not.

After he wiped the excess banana from her face with a damp towel, he slipped the body harness and clipped on the leash. Kit scuttled beside him as he took the elevator downstairs and walked her around the block. Kent kept a slow pace and waited patiently until she was done sniffing whatever it was that caught her interest (which was anything from random strangers to a crack in the sidewalk).

He thought about taking her back to the dog park they were at last week, but then he remembered how Kit’s enthusiasm over making new friends had had her chasing a Great Dane that hadn’t appreciated her eagerness. Kent made a mental note to research if there were dragon play date groups in the Las Vegas area. Then, at least Kit could find someone to play with and Kent didn’t have to worry about her being too rough.

After about half an hour, Kit decided she was too tired to walk anymore. She dug her claws into Kent’s jeans and attempted to climb him like a tree. Wincing, he pulled her off and cradled her to his chest instead. “You are so spoiled, you know,” he said to her. She squeaked but looked smug as she burrowed into his chest.

Kent was only recognized once while he was out. He posed for a quick picture, thankful that his messy hair is hidden under a hat. The fan gushed over Kit for a couple of minutes before asking for photo of her too. Kit attempted to snap at the phone and Kent had to pull her back. “No,” he admonished. “Phones are not for biting.”

By the time he got back to his apartment, he was already sweating. He turned the air conditioning up a speed before stripping off and getting in the shower. He’d left the bathroom door open a crack in case Kit missed him, and sure enough, barely two minutes after he’d stepped in, he could hear her claws against the tile.  Luckily, she knew better than to try and hop in now. She’d learned her lesson… the first ten times.

Kent was felt tired even though it was barely nine. He flopped on his couch as Kit dove into the shallow sand box he had sitting in the corner. She rolled on her back and kicked her limbs in the air. Kent chuckled, but then turned his attention to his TV. His plan was to not do anything productive today, and that included watching reruns of daytime talk shows and trashy soap operas.

The ill-timed doorbell rang just as he was about to find out which twin was father of Charice’s baby. He hoped it wasn’t the lady from down the hall who seemed to find an excuse to knock on his door at all hours. To Kent’s relief, it was only Jeff.

“Swoops,” Kent said in lieu of an actual greeting.

“Parse,” Jeff replied as he brushed past Kent, a brown bag with the logo of a local breakfast chain and coffee in one hand. He took a quick step back when when Kit rushed towards him, hissing and snapping. “You’ve gotta do something about that little gargoyle.”

“Don’t call her that,” Kent defended, but he did pick Kit up so Jeff could deposit himself on the couch. It was almost hilarious how something the size of a cantaloupe could intimidate Jeff who was well over six foot three. Kit was harmless… mostly.

“I know a demon when I see one. Why couldn’t you have gotten a cat or something?”

“Because she hatched in my living room. She thinks I’m her dad now.”

Jeff rolled his eyes in response. There was no convincing Kent. Kit calmed down after a bit of stroking from Kent. He put her back in the sand box but her eyes remained trained on Jeff. She gave the uneasy impression that she was ready to pounce at any given moment.

“Any plans for the rest of the day?” Jeff asked, ignoring the dragon and hoping she would return the favor.

Kent stretched out, kicking his feet up on the coffee table even though his mother had raised him better than that. “Nope,” he answered. “Want to watch terrible movies and order food McDavidson would kill us for eating if he knew?”

The dimple on Jeff’s left cheek appeared as he grinned back. “Do you even have to ask?”

Is there a part 3? I don’t know. Possibly. Maybe. Stay tuned.

Hands Off

Minho x Reader
Warning: Smut 


I got this idea from someone that made a request to elleuhrveeem - she tagged me in it since she doesn’t write smut and I just really loved the idea so I took it and ran!

xxxxx

The sound of grinding stone filled your ears as you watched the massive Maze Doors slide open. You jumped up and down a couple of times to get yourself pumped up and ready to run. You snuck a glance to your side to see the Keeper of the Runners, Minho, doing the same thing.

Your eyes ran over his frame, taking in the rippling muscles as he stretched. His harness accentuated his pectorals and his blue shirt sleeves were rolled up to expose his biceps. Paired with his tanned skin, dark eyes, and raven hair, he made the perfect picture. You unconsciously ran your tongue over your lips, wetting them. Perhaps it was a representation of what was happening between your legs at the sight of him. You ignored it, as this was not the time nor place to dwell on such thoughts. Suddenly, grinding sound stopped, and Minho looked over at you and smirked. The next thing you knew you were following close behind him into the labyrinth of paths and walls that was the Maze.

xxxxx

When your watches read noon, you and Minho stopped for lunch. You leaned against the wall with one hand, using your other to stretch out your calf muscles by pulling your foot up behind you. Minho retrieved your lunches from his pack, his eyes never leaving your body. You were well aware you had an audience as you stretched, not that you minded. When you were finished you took your spot next to him against the wall, eagerly biting into the sandwich that Frypan had prepared for you. You closed your eyes and let out a small moan as you savored it; Frypan’s food was always better when you were half starved from running all morning.

Y/N,” Minho sighed exasperatedly. You looked over at him and almost choked on your sandwich when you saw the heated look in his dark brown eyes.

“Yes, Minho?” you asked innocently, giving him a small smile. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you didn’t plan on stopping any time soon. You noticed that he had already finished his lunch.

“Nothing, just finish your food and let’s get going,” he answered, his voice husky with… something. You laughed quietly as he stood up, readjusting his harness. You quickly finished your sandwich and stood up as well.

“Need any help?” you asked as you watched him fiddle with his gear. Just as he began to protest you walked up to him, running your hands up his toned stomach and to his harness, making him inhale sharply. You looked up at him, giving him a mischievous grin as his eyes glazed over with lust. You leaned up, your lips centimeters away from his as you clipped his harness into place. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You ran your hands up his chest, neck, and into his hair.

“Y/N,” he sighed.  Just as he closed his eyes and began to lean in, you pulled away from him.

“Well, we better get going!” you said cheerfully. With that, you took off down the corridor, leaving Minho stumbling to catch up to you.

xxxxx

A few hours later, you ran through the Doors of the Maze and into the Glade. You both waved at Newt, who was working on the tomato trellises a few yards away. Then you disappeared into the trees, heading for the Map Room. You worked together and mapped the section quickly, seeing as you were using two memories instead of one. When you were finished you stretched your arms above your head, sighing as you enjoyed the feeling of relief that washed over your muscles.

Suddenly, a hard body was against yours and your back hit the wall hard. You gasped as Minho pinned your hands above your head with one of his. His lips met yours instantly and you groaned into the kiss. His tongue immediately entered your mouth, dominating yours. Your mind was clouded as free hand slid under your shirt and up your skin, stopping to cup your breast. He was rough, but not unpleasantly so. You moaned again as he pulled your bra down slightly, rubbing his thumb over your nipple and causing it to pebble. You felt yourself growing wet from his actions.

Before you could register it, his warm body was gone and your hands were free. You were about to protest when Ben entered the Map Room. He paused for a moment, looking between you and Minho. You glanced over at Minho, noticing that he was still breathing heavily and his lips were red and swollen. You must have looked similar, because Ben shook his head and chuckled before proceeding to map his own section. You felt your face grow red as you readjusted your shirt and then followed Minho out of the Map Room.

You weren’t embarrassed to be caught with Minho, exactly. Everyone knew there was something going on between you, regardless of the fact that neither of you had officially admitted it. You were always together and you had even been caught making out in the open on more than one occasion after you had consumed too much of Gally’s secret recipe. However, you really wished Ben hadn’t seen you up against the wall with your shirt halfway up your stomach.

You headed towards the rest of the Gladers, and you were secretly hoping you could just continue straight to the Homestead and finish what you started. However, the smell of Frypan’s cooking filled your noses and you looked at each other. You both sighed and rolled your eyes, but continued towards where everyone was eating dinner. You were both famished and there was no denying food at this point.

After you received your dinner of Frypan’s famous stew, you took your place next to Minho at the table. You were sitting across from Newt, Thomas, and Chuck. You participated in the small talk, chatting about your day but omitting the parts where you almost jumped Minho’s bones in the Maze and the Map Room. Newt had started talking about the new trellises they were building when you reached over and slid your hand up Minho’s thigh. He jumped slightly, but recovered quickly and continued to act normally as you stroked his muscular leg. He had just taken a bite of stew when your hand slid over his crotch, pressing against his length through his pants. He began coughing and you fought to keep the smile off your face as you continued stroking him.

“You alright there, shank?” Newt asked him. Minho nodded quickly in response and you couldn’t contain your giggle.

“You guys are weird,” Chuck said, glancing between the two of you. Thomas and Newt nodded and mumbled something in agreement, and then they all went back to their dinner. You didn’t cease your hand movements, and soon enough you felt Minho grow hard beneath your palm. You smirked to yourself and then suddenly pulled your hand away.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” you announced. You stood up, picking up your plate so you could drop it off at the kitchen, and then walked away.

When you got to the showers, you quickly shed your clothes and stepped inside, turning it on hot. You closed your eyes as you let it wash away the sweat and grime of the day. Soon enough, you heard the door open and then the lock slide into place. The sound of clothes being removed and falling to the floor echoed into the shower. You smiled as the curtain was pulled aside and a strong body pressed against your back.

“What was your excuse?” you asked him. Your eyes remained closed as his lips met your neck and his hands slid over your wet body.

“Bathroom,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“You know you’re a terrible liar right,” you sighed as his hands stroked over your breasts. He ran his thumbs over your nipples, eliciting a small moan.

“Mmhmm,” he breathed into your ear. One hand left your breast and slid down your stomach to the place between your thighs. You reached your hand up behind you and laced your fingers into his hair as his hand slid between your legs, a finger stroking your clit. You let out a loud moan, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he played with you. The hot water continued to rain down on both of you, the feeling of it making the situation even more erotic.

His hand left your core and he turned you around, capturing your mouth with his. He backed you up against the shower wall and you reached down and grabbed his hard length. He groaned softly as you began to pump him. His tongue slid along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. You kissed him passionately as your hand continued to stroke up and down. Soon, he grabbed your wrist to stop your movements. He placed his hands on your hips and lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your arms hooked around his neck and you gazed up at him. You were both still for a moment, your eyes searching his.

“I love you,” you told him, out of breath from everything that was happening.

“I love you, Y/N,” he responded. Then, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours gently. When you broke apart, you reached between your bodies and lined his member up with your entrance. His eyes remained locked onto yours as he pushed himself into you, filling you completely. Your head fell back, resting against the wall as you moaned in pleasure. He buried his face in your neck as he pumped into you. He kept a slow pace at first, but soon he began to pick up speed. Your moans became more frequent as he drove into you, hitting a spot deep inside of you that made your toes curl.

You felt yourself nearing climax, and you dug your nails into his shoulders as you began to meet his thrusts.

Fuck, just like that baby,” he encouraged, his voice husky. Your shoulders were completely pressed against the wall as you rocked your hips against him. He leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth, thrusting into you hard. You came with a cry of his name, and his lips pressed against yours again. He joined you immediately, your core milking him of his own orgasm.

When he was completely emptied inside of you, he slowly slid himself out. You released your legs from around his waist, but they weren’t very stable and you had to hold onto Minho to keep from falling down. He chuckled as you rested your weight against him. His hands stroked up and down your back until you felt strong enough to stand on your own. The water had run cold long ago, and he turned it off and retrieved towels for both of you. You dried each other off quietly, got dressed, and then headed straight for the Homestead.

You entered your private room and stripped down to your underwear, Minho following suit. You got into your bed and snuggled against him as he laid next to you.  Your head nestled into his shoulder and you slid your hand up his abs and to his chest, stopping to rest over his heart. His stroked along your back, always staying in contact with your skin. As you laid there, you realized you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You closed your eyes and smiled, loving the feeling of his fingers tracing your skin.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

xxxxx

A/N: *Sarcastic voice* surprise, Jaime wrote Minho smut! This honestly came out of nowhere, I just started typing and then this happened… I hope it was alright! Let me know what you thought and as always, thank you for reading! I LOVE YOU ALL!

XXX
Jaime

anonymous asked:

Why do you think there was a rewrite? You seem very sure of it but I haven't seen anyone say anything to that effect?

idk the entire s4 after ep 5 seems so weird and rushed as if there’s a huge chunk missing and then there’s the plot holes and the fact that even’s backstory was dramatized and it seemed as if it was going to important later on but it just got completely swept under the rug

aLSO vilde in the håper du har plass clip saying “if you fuck with sana you fuck with us” ??? how does she know they fucked her over +??? sana never mentioned it so idk man

Turn Around (And Bend Over)

Title: Turn Around (And Bend Over)
Author: Nary
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Universe: Canonverse
Side pairing: Mikasa/Levi 
Prompt By: Anon
Inspired By: [x]

Prompt:  Prompt where Eren can’t stop staring at Armin’s butt during training? Whether they do the do or not is up to you but in the end, Armin knows he’s staring and maybe teases him?

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