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Fell For You-Jack Avery (Part 2)

Author’s Note: This is the highly requested part two to my Jack imagine titled Fell For You. If you haven’t yet read the first part, here it is!!! Enjoy, hope I didn’t disappoint!!! :-)

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“Are you ready to order yet?” your waitress asks as you finish your third lemonade. “Still waiting on someone.” you say as you fiddle with your straw out of embarrassment. 

She gives you a look and you sigh before checking the time again. Your best friend Jack was supposed to meet you at your favorite diner an hour ago and here you were, waiting like a lost puppy for him to show.

Your waitress stops by the table again but before she can speak you save her the trouble of breaking your heart with her questions. “I’m leaving. Sorry to waste your time.” you mumble as you grab your belongings and head for the door. 

When you reach your car you dial Jack’s number and when you get no response, you decide to drive over to his place, humming along with the radio until you reached your destination.

All week Jack had been acting weird and it was finally time for you to figure out what was going on with him. He had never been the best at feelings–he saw them as weaknesses–but you had always been the one that he told his secrets to. 

It took some coaxing and hard work on your part, you had to approach him at the right time, in the right place, with the right attitude. It was hard, but you knew what and when to do…And you decided it was time.

When you finally pull up in the driveway you frown as you notice there are no cars in front of Jack’s house. Pausing for a moment, you decide that maybe you should just head home; until you see Jack’s room light flickering through the window. 

Your eyes dart up to his window and even though you can’t see anything, a sick feeling flows through you. Putting the car in park, you hop out and walk slowly to the front door, loud muffled music filling your ears. 

Knocking loudly, you wait for a few moments before Jack swings the door open with a big smile. “Hellooooo (Y/N)!” he yells and you push him inside softly, shushing him as loudly as possible. 

“Jack shut up! Have you been drinking?” you gape and he just grins goofily. You didn’t even have to ask, really, the smell of his breath made it evident. “Nooo.” he says with a giggle and your amusement quickly turns to anger. 

“Is this where you’ve been?” you ask agrily, looking into his eyes in the hopes of finding a piece of Sober Jack to have a real conversation with. “Why do you care?” he asks in a mocking tone, taking another swig of whatever he’d been drinking in your absence. 

“I care because you were supposed to meet me at the diner.” you say and it seems to jog his memory a little because his face changes. “I’m sorry (Y/N)…” he says, and for a moment he seems like he’s winding down for the night; until he speaks again. 

“Buuuut since you’re here, you can join us!” he excalims and you look around the room to see who else could possibly be here with Jack. “Us?” you question when you don’t see anyone. 

“Yes, us!” he says, motioning to the various bottles of alcohol strung across the living room. “We’ve got Kinky and Karkov and UV. I know how fond you are of UV.” he slurs as he reads the labels on the bottles, stumbling through the room just to get to each one of them. 

“Jack you need to settle down.” you say, making your way to the kitchen and turning down the music. “Settle down? For what?” he asks and from your spot in the kitchen you can see him unscrewing the cap of another bottle of liquor. 

“No, no, no.” you mumble as you make your way over to him and pry it from his hands. “Jack why are you drinking? And where are your parents?” you ask, sitting down on the couch and clearing a few beer cans for him to join you. 

His face falls and you sigh as you realize you might have just hit a nerve. “Please just talk to me.” you try again and this time he joins you. “My parents are getting a divorce.” he says softly. 

His words hit you hard and before you can even process them he speaks again. “I never thought this would happen.” he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Jack I’m so sorry. Where are they now?” you ask quietly, and you’re glad he’s finally starting to chill out. “They’re out. They wanted us all to go on some stupid family dinner so they could tell Isla the news.” he spits, sitting back on the couch. 

“Jesus Jack that’s terrible.” you say sympathetically. “And you wanna know the worst part?” he asks and you hesitate before telling him to go on. “They told me first. They said I would be the one to understand.” he says, his voice breaking before he could finish his sentence. 

Suddenly everything began to make sense: the way Jack was acting lately, his crazy mood swings, him blowing you off. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask him sincerely and he chuckles before answering. 

“Why would I? Your life is perfect (Y/N), you just wouldn’t understand.” Jack scoffs and for some reason this angers you. “Okay my parents aren’t divorced but so what? I would still be here for you.” you say, getting closer to him on the couch as you explain yourself. 

“Why?” he asks and it completely throws you off. “I mean everyone leaves. Why do you stay?” Jack persists. “I just, I don’t know I’ve never thought about it before. We’ve been friends since birth Avery.” you laugh and he joins you before looking around for another drink. 

“Jack just stop okay?” you half ask, half demand and he frowns at you before standing up to continue his search. “Jack I’m serious. I’m here now, you don’t need to do this.” you say, following closely behind him. 

“You’re not my mom.” he snaps and you can’t tell if he’s joking. “What?” you ask, confusion plain on your face. You didn’t want to fight with Jack but he was making it impossible not to. 

“You’re my friend. Not my mom and certainly not my girlfriend!” he yells as he turns to face you and for some reason, this comment stings. “So now me helping you has to be about us being more than friends?” you ask and at this point you’re even angrier than before. 

“Whatever I think you should leave.” he scoffs, pointing to the door. “No Jack I wanna be here for you, I lo-” you start but Jack continues before you can tell him how you really feel. 

“Just go okay! I don’t need your pity and I don’t need you up my ass. You think you’re so perfect? Well guess what, screw you! I don’t need you in my life!” he yells and his words pierce your heart like knives but instead of trying again, you stoop down to his level. 

“You know what?! I hate you Jack Avery! I hate you!” you say but the tears make it hard for you to yell at him without breaking. You don’t take another look at him, you just run to your car and drive home, the tears stinging your eyes making it hard to find your way home but you don’t care about that. You don’t care about anything…

Not Jack, not his parents and certainly not the trouble he’ll be in when he gets caught…At least you tell yourself that you don’t care. After a few months, though, your thoughts become true.

Jack’s P.O.V.

(Y/N)’s face distorts into a frown at Jack’s words and her teeth bring in her bottom lip as she looks deeper into his eyes. “I don’t believe you.” she says and it’s impossible for Jack to even begin to know what she’s thinking. 

He began to think back to when they were younger…What did (Y/N) do when she thought someone was lying? He studied her face for a moment before offering his reply. 

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” “Well you have before.” she says softly, and even though Jack could no longer read her, he could tell she was about to cry. “Yes but I-” he starts but (Y/N) interrupts, her sorrow turning to anger. 

“Just stop Jack. I’ll tutor you but you don’t have to lie to me.” she spits and he doesn’t say anything to defend himself. What else can he say? 

How do you tell someone that you’ve missed them for years? That you’ve watched them every single day, just dying to know how they’re doing but too afraid to ask. 

“You won’t regret this.” he says, getting up quickly and making his way to his car as (Y/N) sends him off with a small wave. Taking one final look at her, Jack started the car and headed for home, completely unaware that (Y/N) stayed out on the deck to watch him drive away.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“Okay so,” Jack says as he sits down the foot of your bed, making himself comfortable as he pulls out his science book from his backpack. You’d been tutoring him for a couple weeks now and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved the time you’d spent with him and you often found yourself looking forward to your little study sessions. 

The first few days weren’t easy… All you did was snap at him and even though he endured it without saying anything, a part of you felt bad and you eventually lightened up, making it easier for the both of you. What you weren’t prepared for, however, was to fall in love with him all over again; this time even quicker than the last. 

“The greater the concentration of OH- ions the stronger the base?” he asks and you nod in amazement. “Yes Jack! I feel like you’re finally getting it!” you exclaim from the chair you were currently sitting in. 

“Thank God because my midterm Chemistry test is tomorrow.” he groans, leaning back on the bed a bit and propping himself up on his elbow. He was still facing you but every once in a while you got the chance to steal a glance or two at the boy as he read the text book. 

You liked seeing Jack like this-in “study mode”-with his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed from what you didn’t know was nervousness due to you watching him. “But that stuff is easy. This is the part I don’t get.” he says, sitting up a bit to point at a particular spot in the book. 

“Here, throw me the book.” you suggest and he almost does. “Why don’t you just come over here?” he says and your heart races at the thought of being that close to him in general, let alone in your bed. 

Swallowing hard, you make your way over to him and sit down next to where Jack was laying. “Okay which part?” you ask, blinking a bit to focus your attention back to the task at hand. 

“The whole scale thing. How am I supposed to remember if a solution is an acid or a base by number?” he asks and you think of a way to explain something that freshman you could easily grasp. 

“Well the scale is zero to fourteen, but seven is the neutral area,” you start and he nods as he watches you closely. “So anything with a pH greater than seven is a base and anything with a pH lower than seven is an acid.” you explain and he jots down some notes before turning to you again. 

“Okay, okay. I need to come up with a way to remember that.” he mumbles to himself, raking a hand through his hair. “Well its not that hard. Just think of it this way,” you say, holding out your arms to resemble a horizontal line. 

“Zero is here,” you make a motion with your left hand. “And fourteen is here.” you say, wiggling your right hand. “Okay,” Jack says, holding out his arms to copy you. 

“A, and B.” you say as you motion your left arm and your right. “So anything A is on the left and anything B is on the right. Acid and base!” he exclaims, laughing as he mimics your gestures. 

“Yes! Good!” you say happily, your hands moving to your mouth to stop your laughter. “Thanks (Y/N). That makes sense actually.” he says as he begins to put his notes away for the night. 

“Yeah absolutely.” you reply, biting your lip as you watch him again. “No really. Thanks for everything.” he says as he turns to face you. “The second chance, the tutoring, all of it." 

"Yeah. It hasn’t been too bad.” you joke as you stand to walk him out. “Not bad at all.” your subconscious adds and you smile to yourself as you make your way to the door with Jack right behind you. 

“See you tomorrow.” Jack says before heading outside. “See you tomorrow.” you repeat as you watch him drive away, and you wonder how you ever made it without this boy.


“(Y/N)?!” your mom calls from the downstairs and you quickly stuff your books into your backpack before heading down to see what she needs. “Yes mom?” you call as you enter the kitchen, only to giggle at the sight in front of you. 

“Oh my gosh!” you exclaim, bending over with laughter as your mom locks eyes with you, her entire front side covered in what was left of her smoothie. “Its not funny.” she squints and you stifle another laugh before speaking again. 

“Sorry. What do you need?” you ask, trying your best not to burst into another fit of giggles. “A towel would be nice.” she replies sassily and you hurry to grab her one, giving it to her quickly upon your return. 

“What happened?” you ask and she cleans the remainder of the mess as she tells you about her mess of a morning. “Well first I couldn’t find anything to wear except all this ugly white top!” she complains, gesturing to her shirt which after this morning, would definitely not be white anymore. 

“And then I forgot to put the lid on the blender when I made my smoothie!” she continues as you grab an apple from the counter top and throw it in your bag. “Jeez mom. Sorry about your shirt.” you offer but she just waves you off. 

“Problem solved I guess! But I can’t give you a ride today, obviously.” she states and you laugh. “That’s okay, I’m getting a ride from a friend anyway.” you reassure her and she grins widely. 

“Is this friend a boy? By the name Jack Avery?” she asks and your cheeks begin to heat up. “Be quiet! Its not like that. We’re hardly even friends.” you defend, but she isn’t buying it. 

“I saw the smile on your face after he left last night.” she says and your jaw drops. “You were spying on me?! Oh my gosh mom!” you exclaim and she throws her hands in the air. 

“Its my motherly duty! It is also my motherly duty to inform you that there better not be anything other than tutoring going on upstairs!” she half jokes and you practically choke. “Mom, gross! Stop!” you yell but it only makes things worse. 

“Come on. We’ve had the talk!” she says with a raise of her eyebrows and you’re lucky that you hear the beep of Jack’s car horn before you have the time to respond. 

“Gotta go!” you hurry to the door, the smile on your face growing as you see Jack in your driveway. “Hey!” he yells from the driver’s seat as you make your way over to his car.

“Hey yourself.” you say as you buckle up and throw your backpack in the back. “How was your morning?” Jack asks and you blush as you think about the last ten minutes you spent with your mom. “Don’t ask.”

“You do know that saying that only makes me want to know more right?” he asks and you think for a moment, silence taking over the car as you debate whether or not to tell him about your conversation with your mom. 

“My mom…” you trail off and Jack picks it back up. “Your mom?” he asks and you turn to look out the window. “My mom thinks we’re…together.” you say and it just now hits you that in a way you and Jack had become something along the line of more than friends in the time you’d spent together. 

“Okay. Why didn’t you wanna tell me that?” he asks as he breaks his concentration from the road to look at you. “I don’t know, it’s awkward. And far from the truth.” you admit. 

Jack’s face falls and you’re met with his familiar hurt expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” “It’s okay.” he cuts you off and you mentally scold yourself for being so mean, even if it was unintentional. 

“Anyway,” you think of ways to change the subject as Jack hums along with the radio. “Your test is today. How do you feel about it?” you ask. “Well the test is only over acids and bases and with the scale thing that you taught me, I’m pretty confident about those.” he says and you smile at the fact that your tutoring is actually working. 

When Jack first proposed the idea of course you didn’t want to tutor him for obvious reasons but what you were most afraid of was that you wouldn’t even be good at it seeing as you had no prior tutoring experience. 

“I’m such a good teacher.” you jokingly boast and Jack chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Quiz me!” he suggests and for the rest of the drive you shout out random numbers, laughing to yourself as Jack as taps his thumbs on either side of the steering wheel to represent the number line as he thinks of his answers.


“Not gonna lie I’m so nervous right now.” Jack admits as you walk with him to his first class of the day: Chemistry. “It’s okay to be nervous, Jack. Just don’t let it get the best of you.”

“Use it as motivation instead.” you smile at him and he nods confidently. “You’re right. Nerves are good sometimes.” he mumbles as you get closer and closer to the door. 

“Ten more minutes until the bell. If you want I can stay with you and talk for a bit.” you suggest but he declines your offer. “Nah I should actually go in and use this time to study.” he says and you nod in agreement before he turns away from you. 

“Hey Avery.” you call and he turns around once more. “You got this!” you say and he mouths a thank you before you both go your separate ways. As you make your way to AP English you think about Jack. 

Would it really be that weird to date him? After all, most people did think you were a thing already…You brush the feelings aside and when you reach your classroom, you take your usual spot by the window. 

“Alright everyone take out your copies of The Great Gatsby. Today we’re going to be discussing the relationship between Daisy and Gatsby.” your teacher says and you roll eyes before reaching for your book. You definitely didn’t want to talk about relationships right now. 

“So, raise your hand if you think they are as you guys would say ‘goals’.” Mr. Robinson says in a monotone voice and you look around the room to see ninety percent of the class has their hands up. 

“Interesting.” he mumbles, making a mental tally of the hands and writing it on the board. “Now, raise your hand if you think the relationship was complete garbage.” he says and your hand is the first to shoot up. 

“Ah, Miss (Y/N). Would you like to share your thoughts with the class?” Mr. Robinson asks and you sigh because you know that even if you say no, you’ll be forced to share anyway. 

“Sure. The relationship is lacking and almost completely one sided.” you say plainly, earning a few glares and a few nods. “What do you mean by that?” he presses and you fiddle with your pencil as you go on. 

“Well its obvious that Gatsby, even though he is technically a homewrecker, has pure intentions when it comes to Daisy. I just don’t think those intentions are returned.” you say and a girl named Courtney scoffs before turning around in her desk to face you. 

“Whatever! Daisy is just as much in love with Gatsby as he is for her.” she argues. “Yeah okay sure.” you say with wide eyes and she rolls her eyes before turning to face the front again. 

“Please elaborate a bit more.” Mr. Robinson says and the pressure of the eyes of the class is now completely on you, everyone interested in what you have to say. 

“Gatsby has everything but the one thing he wants is Daisy. Daisy has everything but she wants more and more. Gatsby loves Daisy always, and he would do anything for her if she asked.” you start and everyone seems to be surprised by your response.

“Daisy isn’t in love with him, she’s in love with the idea of him. Its completely obvious since she only comes around when she needs something.” you huff and the teacher just smiles at your response. 

“Courtney, anything you’d like to add?” he asks and this time Courtney stands before sharing her opinion. “Okay so maybe Daisy is a little unclear with her feelings and maybe she is indecisive but that doesn’t make her love any less real.” she says and you begin to apply it to a real life situation. 

Not just any real life situation, but your real life situation. “If Daisy really loved Gatsby, she would have told him. She wouldn’t have pushed him away when she didn’t want to deal with him!” you say and you realize now that you’re raising your voice. 

“Daisy made a mistake. Everyone deserves a second chance.” Courtney says, her stance not wavering. “Well its not like if given the chance, they could go back to how things were! You can’t undo the past.” you continue and Courtney just sighs. 

“You can if the person is worth it.” she says and it suddenly hits you that you’re taking this all way too personally. “Can I go to the bathroom?” you blurt out, earning an echo of laughter from the class as he nods in confusion. 

Once you reach the hallway you sigh heavily before heading to the bathroom as slowly as possible. “Maybe I’m being too hard on Jack.” you think to yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Even if he did hurt you in the past, that’s what it was now, the past. 

How long were you going to go before you quit fighting your feelings for him? How long could you go? A splash of cold water to the face saves you from your thoughts and you wash your hands before returning just in time for the bell.

As you zip up your backpack and head for the door Mr. Robinson stops you. “You made some valid points in the discussion today. Great job (Y/N), you really surprised me with your thoughts.” he says and you smile softly. 

“Yeah. Courtney was right about one thing though.” you say and on your way out the door you answer the question going through his mind. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” And with that, you make your way to the Chemistry room.


A moment or two passes until you spot Jack’s curls in the crowd of students in the hallway and you rush over to him. You didn’t know exactly what you would say but you knew that you had to act fast. 

“Jack!” you call after him and he smiles before meeting you halfway. “Hey.” he says quietly as he leans against the wall. “So how did it go?” you ask and he shrugs before reaching into his backpack and fishing out his test. 

“You tell me!” he exclaims and hands you a paper with an A- written in the upper hand corner. “A minus! Oh my God Jack, way to go!” you yell happily and before you know it you’re wrapped up in a bear hug, his arms tangled up around your shoulders and yours secured around his waist. 

Everything happened so fast and for a second it was pure bliss. Jack quickly pulls away from you, a string of apologies and curse words leaving his lips as he turned to walk away. 

“Wait.” you say softly and he looks you in the eyes again. “I’m sorry (Y/N) I just got excited. I didn’t mean to-” Before he can finish his apology, your lips are on his. 

After the initial shock wears off, he deepens the kiss and you don’t part until the ring of the school bell brings you both back to reality. “I thought you said-” “Screw what I said.” you say before leaning in to kiss him once more.

If you ever need a laugh, play the part of Newsies Live where Snyder chases Jack and Davey and Les into the theatre, but play it without the visuals, and just listen to Snyder.

anonymous asked:

You know at the end, there's that cross sign and there's the other yellow circle one? I could be way off but I swear it's been used before and I can't place it. Any ideas?

It’s from 11x06 for sure, and I think it was used elsewhere somewhere in between, but it basically means, don’t worry, Cas is here :P

I think if you are bored you can scroll my 11x06 tag and see if there’s any more parallels, because I associate it with that episode so much. But to me these are the only 2 instances that matter right now. I really see this as another book end from this episode and what it set up for Cas, to them now going to Cas under its light when he’s somewhat come through that entire story at least in the big symbolic stuff, I’d hope. 

title: Mine Now

author: aclosetlarryshipper

word count: 32k

After Harry is expelled from private school, he joins a secret competition to get back at the boy who made it happen.


This is the story of how Harry finds himself pouting in Louis’ passenger seat with a raging boner on the way to seduce his ex boyfriend.

sejalnaomi07  asked:

Could u suggest some good jikook fanfics with angst. No vkook though please. Vmin is fine 💜 I really can't find any good fanfics. With good storylines

Okay this is a list of most angsty fics I’ve read. But I more than likely forgot some. I recommend going on AO3 and just searching for angst fics by outting it in the “additional tags”. There’s like 700 fics for angst, I’m sure you’ll find one you like 😊😊

This list has I think one fic with side tae/kook and a few with side V/min and Min/joon!  

The list is also in no particular order!

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Who are we really in WKM?

Okay so this is my theory on just who we are in Who Killed Markiplier and what happened to us after it was all said and done

I’m gonna put a BIG trigger warning on this for anyone who suffers from depersonalization/derealization or religion-based delusions because I’m gonna be getting into some heavy metaphysical shit and it’s gonna be a trip. I’m basically calling us god-like, so yeah. Big big trigger warning for anyone that this could mess with. Please take care of yourselves, I love y’all and I would hate for someone to get really upset because of this. You’ve been warned.

I’ll put the theory itself under a read more just to make sure. Alright, here we go!

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miyaneo  asked:

Hello again! Do you know any fics AU - Canon divergent/Future!Fic where Derek is a teacher at a university or college and College Student!Stiles? I tried to search in your tags but coulnd find any. Of course, I found many AU!No Werewolves and such, but not in canon divergent... I think they're really nice, but I only read like 2 long time ago. It's okay if you can't find any, It's just that I don't know any other blog that helps people more than you XD Thank you!

I couldn’t find very many where everyone is still werewolves. Here’s what I found. - Anastasia

Originally posted by archlbald

Teacher’s Pet by thedoctorsnextcompanion13

(3/3 I 5,961 I Mature)

Stiles has pined for Derek since puberty, and finally decides to do something about it. He goes to college for automechanics and low and behold, who is his teacher? They cope with a student teacher relationship and the hardships that come with it.

117 Apt. 9 by orphan_account

(3/3 I 10,283 I Explicit)

There’s a boy sleeping on his couch. A boy who smells like beer and smoke and a million other unpleasant smells. Derek should really not be thinking about how attractive he is, he really really shouldn’t.

Or the one where Stiles drunkenly breaks into Scott’s apartment for a place to sleep, but counts wrong and ends up on Derek Hale’s couch.

Woof Woof 101: Introduction to Werewolves by AnneLawrence

(2/? i 15,566 I Mature)

Ok, this has to stop. Stiles had sat through another entire lecture without taking a single note. It wasn’t like he wasn’t paying attention. No. That was part of the problem. He needed to pay less attention. Less attention to the way Dr Hale’s t-shirt clung to his torso under that adorable tweed jacket-y thing he always seemed to wear, and more attention to what Dr Hale was saying.

House of Hale (School for Supernaturals) by ironmuffin

(7/? I 31,891 I Explicit I Rape)

“We had teachers teaching them but they couldn’t take it any longer and resigned,” Peter told him. Derek’s eyes widened, staring at his uncle in disbelief.

“You want me to handle a bunch of misfits on my first day? You gotta be kidding me!”

“They may be lacking in the sense of behavior but they have great abilities, Derek and they need someone like you to lead them”.

Where Derek finally said yes to Peter’s request to teach at the House of Hale, school for supernaturals which was founded by his late mother, Talia Hale.

anonymous asked:

Hey dragon mom! I hope you're doing well. I have a quick question... why are there so little drakes in this world? I'm a drake (just a dragon with no wings) so I keep an eye out for my species but I can't find any. Maybe I'm using the wrong term

There do seem to be more western dragons like myself than any others. I don’t really know why. Off the top of my head I can’t think of any other drakes I know. But let’s get this message out there and see if we can find any.

Let’s engage the dragon network. Please reblog. And let us know if you know anyone. And tag some dragons so we can spread this through the community. I’m not gonna tag everyone cause I’m on a time constraint.

@jerseyfiredragon20 @kyrothedragon @double-edged-dragon @who-is-page @dragoninanerdbody @blizzardvern @onyx-scales 

bottledash  asked:

Peter gets caught by Aunt May of Iron Dad™ singing and dancing to really trans songs like Salt from Bad Sons and anything from Against Me!(can't think of any else as of now). Tony joins in trying to mumble his way through and May is recording the whole thing.

this is cute but i feel like it would go more like peter and may dancing to these songs having a blast and then they see tony sitting on their couch, and may would start screaming @ him asking why the fuck he’s there and why he thinks it’s okay to just walk into people’s homes.


- Ezra Miller as Azriel

(A Court of Thorns and Roses)

progress reports


Goal 1: enjoy plush toys around Gunner regardless of what he’s doing

  • every day I’m huSTLIN
  • jk every day I’m releasing Ash from the bedroom when I get home, giving him his plush toy, and throwing a party with him
    • he is most confident & drivey at this tiem
    • (do we still do the tiem joke)
    • (does it even work here)
    • (anyway)
  • currently at the point where I can now release Gun from his crate, Gun leaves Ash alone, and Ash keeps playing while Gun chews on leftover Kongs
  • introducing plush toy to Gunner, which increases his energy/arousal quite a lot, still results in Ash absolutely leaving right away to his Safe Space the Bathroom

Goal 2: greetings

  • right now I’m popping into Supergirl’s reactive classes on Thursday again
  • we also did a solo sesh with her 1yr old dog Ash has met before
    • he mostly wants to see Supergirl more than her sidekick
    • but still greets!
    • he is polite but he is mildly tense in the face
    • it is much softer than when he meets other dogs in other situations (although there have been some that have been good)
    • at the end sidekick came over to instigate some play, Ash just turned the other way, sidekick accepted the rejection
    • finally we tried to do one last greeting but at that point Ash just laid by my feet, even when sidekick came over to see & sniff him
  • future goal? have Ash react that way anytime somebody greets him
    • like the ultimate goal would be to be able to take him out to patio restaurants or something
    • he just has to get over other dogs/being startled by new things/etc.
    • not that that’s easy
    • but like … if he wants to lay there and ignore another dog and look at me, fuckin A+++ my dude, I’ll body block, I got you, I got you


Goal 1: impulse control/not jumping on visitors

  • so like, he doesn’t jump on us anymore, which I don’t think I really have appreciated enough or given him (or me) enough credit for
  • but when people come over he is still a gosh dang pogo stick
    • in the sense that he SPRANG straight up in the air doesn’t even touch you but tries to boop your nose with his nose maybe
  • anyway I am continuing amp up/ramp down with the Wubba and things are going swell
  • he’s also mellowing out in general as he approaches 3 years in January
    • not that he’s mellow by any means
    • but like
    • he actually reaches a point sometimes now when he says ah, okay, I am done with fetch
    • we’ve certainly gotten to a point where he doesn’t need outside time (30-60mins) and then inside tug time (30mins) about an hour later and then a hardcore chew to cap the night

Goal 2: fuckin let me put him in LITERALLY A N Y SPORT pls???

  • idk what to do about this honestly besides wait and cross my fingers about Supergirl’s upcoming projects, but she also has some health issues to take care of first, and I just don’t really see anything happening until spring at the earliest
  • the two clubs near us are a bit too old-fashioned for my tastes and I am just afraid to bring in my bully breed mutt there honestly
    • it’s where Asher was suddenly yanked off the ground, by his collar, by a trainer, and then another place that seems to be difficult to get into
  • there are other places in the surrounding areas! buuuuut I want to say one is at least within an hour’s drive, buuuuuut I’m pretty sure they’re all at least 1.5-2 hours away
    • which, honestly? on the weekend? I’d probably give it a shot
    • but surprise: their classes are at THREE O CLOCK P M ON WEEKDAYS
    • fml tbh
  • any advice on this would be great, I’m kind of at a loss
  • might just have to start spending summers with @paws-on-contact ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anspake  asked:

Hi !!! This tumblr is such a savior so thank youuuu !! I notice you barely mention any rubber charms ? Is it not that popular in convention ? I can't really find anything related to them on the internet Do you guys know any place that might make them ?? :0 Thanks in advance for your answer !! Have aaaa nice day ~~

Kiriska: I don’t think rubber charms/PVC tags are “unpopular,” but you probably see less of them around because 1) they were fewer suppliers who offer them and almost all of them are overseas, 2) they are more difficult to set up files for, as they’re color-limited and often recommended to be vector files.

A few places I know that do rubber charms/straps include:

Further googling (”custom rubber charms” / “custom rubber pvc tags”) brought up these two US-based companies, who don’t offer rubber charms per se, but they offer similar products, so it’s probably possible to work something out with them regarding what specifically you’re looking for.

Good luck!


“But then the joke is gone. Our lips touch, and it’s not funny anymore.” ~ The Heart Rate of a Mouse Volume I: Over the Tracks 

They finally came (’: ♡♡♡

anonymous asked:

People like to headcanon that act 3 Anders and Hawke had a strained relationship, but it says right there in the codex that he is a tender and devoted lover. I'm crying over Anders leaving all his stresses at the door as much as he can so he can be gentle with Hawke. They were happy, people. They still are.

Yeah, I totally agree. Like, I can see some strain occurring after the Justice quest, just because Anders is still conflicted and dreading what’s to come, while Hawke is concerned about him and maybe frustrated that he won’t just tell them what’s going on. An issue like that can certainly cause problems in a relationship.

But that’s like the very end bit of Act 3, so it’s rather short lived. For the rest of it? I totally agree with you (and the codex). That’s the thing about Anders; no matter how much he’s hurting, no matter how bad it gets, he still tries his best with Hawke. The relationship is just so important to him that he’s not going to neglect it, no matter what’s going on. And he really, really enjoys being with Hawke, even if he does feel a little guilty about finding so much pleasure in something so selfish (in his mind, at least). I think he may have tried a bit to stay away once he’d planted the bomb, to get some distance and try to keep them from getting pulled down with him, but he wouldn’t be able to keep it up, and would eventually come back to them, to their relief. Again though, end bit of Act 3, not the rest of it.

He’s definitely needy, and needs more attention than most, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing, nor something that’s always a problem in relationships or that would cause strain (it isn’t for the right Hawke, at least). But ultimately, when he’s with Hawke, that’s when he really feels happy and safe. Even if things aren’t going so well, even if he’s upset and needs some comfort, just being with Hawke, enjoying their presence and their touch and being able to touch them back, does help him cope. And I mean, my Hawke is 100% supportive of him and his cause, so that helps as well.

But yes, I think there was a lot of joy in that relationship (and still is, fuck everyone who says otherwise). And when things are hard, and Anders can’t hold it back, Hawke is there for him, and vice versa (because Hawke has problems sometimes too). I mean, they are a little co-dependent in that way, but they’re happy, as happy as they can be given the circumstances. He’s absolutely a devoted and tender lover, no matter how bad things get. Because he really loves Hawke with everything he has, and just having the opportunity to be with them is such a big deal to him. He wants to enjoy that as much as he can, to keep the world and it’s problems from sullying this one, beautiful thing in his life. Even though, yes, the problems do come up, and there are nights where he really just needs Hawke to hold him and comfort him, that’s not something I’d say causes ‘strain’.

They were, and still are, very happy together. There are tough moments, yes, but nothing either of them aren’t ready and willing to deal with. Most of those are also external, and I think they both work very hard to keep the world’s problems from destroying the last good thing either of them have, and actually enjoyed the relationship even more, basically out of spite. Refusing to let the Chantry win and keep them miserable, in their minds. That’s kind of the way I see it, anyways.

Oh my goodness! While cleaning out my room I’m found one of my very first stim toys from when I was really little! I think my old OT actually gave this one to me!

I highly suggest chewy tubes and any brands similar to it for anyone looking for stimming toys for chewing on something gummy or need to squeeze something in their hands. (You should wash it off regularly if you plan on chewing it to keep it sanitary and all that)

Though I hear nowadays chewy stim toys can be a lot more discrete like those cute mushroom necklaces.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Ok, firstly, thank you for being such a solid presence in the babygate tag! Secondly, I have a question. I've seen a lot about the chest tattoo thing in the tag lately, and while I see lots of ways that it's weird, I don't understand the exact argument there. Like, I can't seem to find any posts that outline what the fandom specifically thinks the significance there is. Could you help me out with that?

Hey! You’re welcome, and thank you for reading my posts. 

Okay I lied about not answering any more questions about this because this one was worded nicely as well, and the significance behind this tattoo is actually really interesting. To me at least. 

So, as explained in this post, Liam Sparkles is the tattoo artist who did these tattoos on Louis and Harry:

And he had a Flickr account of tattoo designs where someone discovered this sketch that he’d made:

Also the drawing was posted in 2010 (though it’s since been taken down) and Louis and Harry got the tattoos in 2013. Conclusion: they match and when they hug it lines up perfectly but you can cry about that on your own time.

ANYHOO, the reason it’s come up lately is because during Yachtzee 2.0 there was a photo taken of Louis that has been photoshopped:

There is literally no other explanation as to why it’s blurred and the ‘S’ on the end is higher than normal. This is what it usually looks like (and looked like two minutes later):

Hope this clears it up for everyone once and for all. If it doesn’t, I’ve run out of ways to say that the first picture is photoshopped so too bad.

No sleep for the weird

Can I have a Sehun scenario where he wakes up at 4am and finds you still awake watching stupid YouTube videos wearing on of his old sweatshirts and has a super messy bun? Thank YOUUU I love your blog btw

AN: sorry that this took so long anonnie OTL I’m so lazy these days. I hope you enjoy this.

I hoped for the millionth time that night that I wasn’t disturbing Sehun by shaking the bed with my hardly suppressed giggles. the early hours of the morning were already here,and so was I,still awake and watching weird stuff on YouTube, wearing one of Sehun’s sweaters that I stole borrowed. As the video got weirder, I could not help but inhale sharply while stifling another fit of hilarity. I felt Sehun stir beside me and I grimaced as I started worrying about waking him up for good,but his eyes promptly opened and glanced in my direction. He sat up, a disoriented look ornamenting his face, red from the heat of the night. I sat and watched him, since it was too late to pretend I was not still up.Hoping he would just go back to sleep without questioning my doings, I cautiously stared at him ,as if he wouldn’t notice the interruption of his slumber if I remained subtle enough. But to my misfortune, he turned to gaze at the computer screen and raised a brow in questioning. The video I was currently watching ( remix ) was the first thing to greet him,to his greater confusion. someone had made a strange remix of the “Lucky Star” anime,and clearly he did not seem to understand what the point was,not that there was ever one. Slowly, he turned to look at me with a raised brow.

“Babe…what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry but, I can’t sleep so…I decided to watch something ,and ended up getting to the weird part of YouTube. I’m sorry I woke you up,Sehunnie.“ I closed the laptop. “Go back to sleep, I’ll go to the living room”

As I went to get out of the bed to let my boyfriend rest, I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist,pulling me down. I could feel Sehun’s chest rising and falling slowly at a calming pace ,and i felt my fingers let go of the laptop,leaving it to sit on top of the blankets. He began placing soft kisses on my shoulder in a lazy pattern. I could not help but grin, he was just so charming even in his sleep. “Do you really think I’ll let you leave when you look so cute in my clothes?” He mumbled.

I wriggled around to face him and kissed his nose before laying a soft kiss on his lips. He groaned sleepily and ducked his head,hiding in shyness that I had never been aware of when he was completely awake. It was another side if him I had yet to discover. In this moment, his affection was filled with pure innocence…Or so I thought. He began nibbling the skin just above my collar bone and I gasped as he left small marks all over the exposed portion of my chest.

“That’s payback for waking me up,cutie.” He smirked before pressing a firmer kiss to my lips. “Try to get some sleep, I’m taking you out for ice cream later”

I hummed in agreement as he pulled the blanket back up to cover us. It took me a few minutes of listening to Sehun’s slow breaths ,but I eventually was able to find sleep, feeling safe in the arms of my beloved.

AN: I swear these are getting shorter. I hope you enjoy this short but sweet piece. Did you know that it’s really hard to write while you’re listening to Exo and attempting to sing along? I try so hard but can never quite hit those high notes.

- Admin Olli

OK, so me and my friend @thosedarndursleys have had this idea for a project which we thought you guys might be interested in following. Since modern AUs are so popular - especially ones where they meet on Tumblr (if I may redirect you to LadyFaceElena’s excellent fic on AO3), we thought we’d set up a project based on this. This is essentially a modern AU roleplay - I play Remus, and Nancy ( @thosedarndursleys ) plays Sirius. Remus’ url is @welsh-writer and Sirius’ is @somesiriusmatters. So, what we plan to do is to tell a story through our blogs - that is, the story of how these two losers met. I won’t give anything away, but you’ll essentially be able to see the beginning of their friendship (and if this is popular, perhaps a texting fic to go with it). On top of that, you’ll also be able to interact with (our intepretations of) your favourite characters. That is, to strike up a conversation with Remus about his favourite book, ask Sirius to tell you more about his friends, that kind of thing.

Anyway, we’d be really grateful if any of you would be willing to check out our blogs. Just to reiterate - Sirius is @somesiriusmatters and Remus is @welsh-writer. Let us know what you guys think, reblog this so that more people can take part, and we’ll start telling the story when enough people are interested!