ok i hear your arguments for a victuuri/disney little mermaid au where you cast yuuri as the mysterious merperson who captures the heart of unsuspecting prince victor (who has a big fluffy dog) with his beautiful talent
but this is wrong- yuuri is the prince who forgets his first impression of the disillusioned merman and victor is 100% the impulsive prince of merpeople who sells his talent immediately in order to go off to a strange place and see the cute boy of his dreams again
hey uh, little parenting tip? don’t get annoyed at your kids for things they’re really really invested in. don’t get all openly reluctant and grumpy when your kids for asking for merchandise of that thing. don’t make fun of it. don’t snap at them when they want to talk about it. don’t use it against them when you’re lecturing them about whatever. I don’t care how much “you don’t get it”. it’s such a shitty thing when you’re really excited about something and then the one person you trust and look up to just gets mad about it. it makes them defensive of that thing, it makes them feel like they can’t connect with you because you refuse to understand it. it makes them ashamed to feel excited about something.
I mean, I’ve had my parents do all of the above to me when I got super into pokemon. and it made me feel ashamed to talk about anything with them. it made me feel ashamed for liking something that made me feel happy. they’ve stopped at this point and they’re better about it. but now i can’t talk to them about my interests, even non-pokemon stuff, because I’m afraid of that annoyed response.
just. don’t be shitty about your child’s interests. give them a person to talk to about it. learn about it, and try to understand it. be nice to your kids.
Don’t even bother introducing someone to your fresh off the boat parents unless they’re tall, rich, successful, share the same culture, religion and race, can shit gold, stopped world hunger, invented a cure for all terminal diseases, and can eat and love any obscure foreign meal as long as it’s made by your grandma
Okay guys, I’m on a little bit of a hiatus - im still around but im graduating tomorrow and i have lots of things to do and i need to muster up the energy to deal with both my parents the rest of the week so pray for me…
Its also my friends birthday on the weekend and my mums throwing me a graduation party (cringes) so I'm gonna be busy this weekend.
I’ve queued up some posts in the meantime :D so enjoy them and i will try to respond to asks and stuff when i can! :D But just in case I don’t respond quickly its because i’m busy :(
how about Sam, Steve, and Bucky hiding in an animal shelter while they're on a mission or something, and one particular dog catching Bucky's eye, and then -- I don't know, whatever happens next?
“Remind me again why we’re hiding in an animal shelter?”
“Because the guy who works here is suspected of being involved with a dog-fighting ring that is suspected of having connections to HYDRA.”
Sam shifted in his crouch, trying to take some of the pressure of his knees. He really, really did not like this spy shit. He’d rather strap on his wings and fight aliens out in the open any day.
“Stop wiggling,” Bucky hissed. “You’re making too much noise.”
“Both of you be quiet. He’s on the phone now and I need to be able to hear the location.” Steve pulled out his best Captain-America-disapproves look. Normally it would have zero effect on Sam and Bucky, but they were in the middle of the mission.
While waiting for the go-ahead from Steve, Bucky was distracted by something cold and wet nudging his fingers where they were laced through the fencing of the nearest cage. He let himself be distracted for a moment - Sam and Steve could handle something this simple. Really, there was no need for all three of them to be there, but it had been a slow week and they didn’t really like not being able to watch each others’ backs.
Bucky turned his attention to the dog attached to the nose curiously sniffing his right hand. It was a small dog, the color of cream and coffee with giant brown eyes. The fur on the top of his head was curly and soft and Bucky itched to bury his fingers in it. He settled for stroking the part of the dog’s muzzle that he could reach.
“Hey there, sweetheart,” he cooed quietly. “How did such a pretty boy ended up in a place like this?”
The dog looked at him with his sad droopy eyes and snuck his tongue out to tentatively lick Bucky’s hand.
“Aw, you’re a good boy, ain’t you? Ain’t you just the sweetest little thing?”
“Bucky,” Sam interrupted him. “Steve’s got the location. We gotta go.”
“Yeah, okay, just give me a sec.” Bucky turned back to the dog. “Don’t worry little fella, you won’t be here too much longer.”
By morning, the dog-fighting ring has been broken up, the people responsible have been arrested, and Steve has passed the HYDRA intel on to Hill. Sam is exhausted and wants nothing more than to go back to the apartment and sleep.
“You two go ahead,” Bucky says. “I’ve got a thing to take care of.”
Sam and Steve stand together and watch him head down the street.
“We’re getting a dog, aren’t we?” Sam asks, a note of resignation in his voice.
Steve looks over at him and grins. “We are definitely getting a dog.” He puts an arm around Sam’s shoulders. “Come on. We’ve got time to squeeze in a quick nap before he gets home.”
When they wake up, Bucky is snuggled on the couch with his new dog. There are toys strewn across the floor, food and water bowls in the kitchen, and four different types of treats in the pantry. The three men spend the rest of the day getting acquainted with their new family member and within the week, the dog has each of them fully trained.