i'm a dog lover

Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?
—  Mary Oliver, “Dog Songs”

Carla: Why do you still like that necklace of yours? It’s getting old.

Yui: You’re getting old but I still like you.

Carla: Shin must have fed you some of his dog food because you’re being a bitch.

Sakamaki Shitty Thing: Did you see?

They were all around you. You saw their faces, their moves. Their breath tickled your neck and you moved, covering yourself with a thick blanket. You were shivering from fear, unable to control your body and mind. 

Their touch was all over your body, they surrounded you like a fire, not letting you run away. They held you in place, making you squirm in panic.

The door opened.

♛ Ayato ♛

- Oi, Chichinashi, what are you… - He stared at you for a moment, genuinely concerned, as you thrashed around. - Hey, stop it! - He came to your bed and pinned you down.

You screamed, starting to struggle even more, not aware it was him that was holding you yet.

- Stop it, I said! Calm fucking down!

You blinked, realizing what happened.

- T-they… - you mumbled incoherently. - T-they were here…

- What…? - Ayato narrowed his eyes, obviously not understanding anything.

- D-didn’t you see them…? T-they were h-here… They-

- Shut up already - he growled at you. - There was no a single person and you were squirming for no reason. What’s wrong with you?!

You curled up, escaping his gaze. Your eyes watered as you sobbed quietly.

- I-I don’t know…

He sighed, letting go of your wrists and sitting up.

- I don’t get it at all. Just… don’t do this again, or I will have to sit with you all night long… and you know what it means. - He smirked at your flustered face and without another word, left the room, leaving the door slightly open.

♟ Kanato ♟

- Can’t you shut up?! - he growled at you, looking at your squirming frame. He was annoyed, it was clear, and he knew that it was because of your actions. They woke him up from his slumber. 

He approached you and stared in silence at your body, narrowing his eyes as he couldn’t be aware of what was going on inside your head. 

You cried out and he nuzzled his face into Teddy’s artificial fur. 

- Annoying, isn’t she…? - he mumbled. - On the other hand… she seems to be so scared… - He chuckled lowly. - I don’t dislike it… Hey, doll. - He grabbed your arm and pulled you up harshly. You almost screamed and he let go of you - so you fell onto the cold floor, looking around. - Huh, you’re not scared anymore? What a shame… 

- K-Kanato…? - You looked up, your eyes watered. - Y-you’re here… 

- Of course I’m here. You woke me up, you trash - he grumbled. - Shouldn’t I punish you for this? 

- B-but… T-there were… I-I saw them… - you started to murmur quietly. - I-I saw…

Kanato narrowed his eyes and then smirked down at you.

- Of course, there were a lot of people’s souls. The ones that died here. Did you see them? Well… Maybe you’ll see them again, we’ll see… Now, come with me… - He grabbed your wrist. - It’ll be a long night for you, doll…

♞ Laito ♞

- Bitch-chaaan~? - Laito yawned, walking into your room, and then stared at you for a few minutes, curious if you’d see him. - Are you dreaming… some nightmare…? - he wondered, but when he came closer, he realized that you’re not sleeping. You weren’t fully counscious either though. You looked as if were fighting with something, yet he didn’t see anything that could possibly make you as scared as you were.

You pushed something away from yourself and got up quickly, in the next moment falling to the floor.

Laito chuckled shortly and you looked up, now realizing that he observes you.

- Is my Bitch-chan having delusions~? Maybe she’s not sleeping properly as she was told to~? Ahh, what can we do now~? 

- L-Laito… - You gulped and looked around. The monsters disappeared, leaving you two completely alone. You sighed with relief. And then you realized that the worst of the monsters was standing in front of you, smirking devilishly.

- Ne, Bitch-chan… It had to be dreadful, shouldn’t I… comfort you somehow~? - He stalked closer and raised your chin, looking straight into your eyes. - Don’t be so scared… You’re safe with me, you know~? Nothing will hurt you… more than I could.

♝ Reiji ♝

- What are you doing…

He glared at you, not moving from his spot, just staring at your squirming form. You heard his voice and fought harder, trying to wriggle away and run to him.

You hoped that he’d help you, protect you, or at least say that the ghosts weren’t real - you really wanted them to not actually exist, but how a not-existing thing could hurt you so badly…? How could it touch you, hold you in place, hit you as it did?

But Reiji just stared at you, for a while probably enjoying your fear, even if he wasn’t the one to cause it. That’s - probably - why he got bored of it so easily.

- Stand up - he said sternly.

- I… c-can’t… - you cried, already losing your strength.

- It’s an order. Stand up or you will be punished.

You fought. You really tried. But it was all too strong.

But as soon as he made a single step towards you, everything vanished. You sighed deeply in relief, staring weakly at the boy. Your heart thumped in your chest when you realized that you didn’t do as he told you to.

And his stern face and cold glare proved that he didn’t like it.

♚ Shu ♚

He instantly knew that something was off. He - obviously - couldn’t see nor hear all the creatures, but as soon as he entered your room, he could hear your heart skipping and the smell your boiling blood reached his senses.

He closed his eyes for a moment, but it was all too noisy.

- Stop it - he said in quiet, but demanding voice. When he came closer, you instantly started to calm down, the surreal creatures disappearing one by one. 

And when the last of them disappeared, you saw the vampire hoovering over you, staring at you intently.

- Are you scared? - he asked, but his voice was so indifferent. You curled up, still trembling from what you’ve just came through. To your surprise, Shu smirked. - There, there - he said mockingly. - You want me to comfort you? Or maybe you did all this scene to gather my attention? Well, you succeed.

He climbed onto the bed, pinning you down in an second.

- But you’ll pay for it, so brace yourself.

♜ Subaru ♜

- Hey, what the hell are you doing?! 

Subaru’s sharp voice made you instantly come back to reality. You sat up, curling up a bit as your breath hitched. 

- S-Subaru… - you whined softly and got up, running to him and wrapping arms around him. You were trembling, which only confused him more.

- O-oi, what are you…

- I-I was so scared… - you cried quietly. The boy was taken aback.

- You had… a nightmare?

- I-I don’t know…

He frowned, but didn’t say anything more. It was a bit awkward, but he eventualy placed his hand on top of your head in a calming, comforting manner.

- There, it’s alright now.

And it was alright.

I know all I post about is Calum and his dog but, can you blame me? I’ve been waiting for this moment to come for almost 5 years, now they are both happy and enjoying everyday together. Calum couldn’t find a more perfect dog for him, I’m utterly in love with them both and I don’t want them to be apart from each other ever.

"I know what I'm doing" - has no fuckin clue what he's doing squad

Diabolik Lovers:
- Ayato Sakamaki
- Yuma Mukami

- Ran Izumii
- Nakura

Bungou Stray Dogs: 
- Atsushi Nakajima
- Junichirou Tanizaki
- Motojirou Kajii
- Lovecraft

Dark Fate Mukami Prologue Translation

If you choose Ruki     If you choose Kou     If you choose Yuma      If you choose Azusa


――Life is meaningless without a light called ‘love’.



Socrates: … …Mm… …

Karlheinz: Too fast to live, my friend.

Socrates: My my. How many defeats does this make it?

Karlheinz: This would be the 183rd time.

Socrates: … …It can’t be, right?

Karlheinz: It is, no doubt. Right here… …I mark the board for track. Look. There’s 183.

Socrates: Sigh… …Damn!

Karlheinz: No need to get irritated, friend. The more we play, the better of chance there is for the day to come where you’ll win.

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A Dog Named Scruff

“I used to have a dog.”

Jin did not know where that sentence came from. In fact, he nearly gave a start when he heard Erron Black utter it. He turned his head away from the mirror towards the other side of the hotel room, where the cowboy lay on his single bed, his head inclined towards the window. He wore a blank expression, although his eyes - half-lidded as he stared out the window into the darkness of the night - were filled with thought.

“You had a dog?” the Shaolin monk affirmed, the question coming out like a flat statement.

Erron nodded. “Yeah.”

A pause.

“And you’re telling me this because …?” Jin ventured to ask.

The gun-slinger rolled his eyes. “That dog we saw in the park reminded me of my old dog.”

“Oh. Well …” the younger man tugged on his ponytail, moving towards his own bed.

Sitting down on the side, he glanced back up at Erron, who still had eyes for the ink-black world on the other side of the glass pane, pinned with the artificial lights of the urban city. It was strange to see the mercenary without his camouflage make-up on; same case with the mask. Truth be told, Jin did not know whether he preferred this jarring, human side of the older man or when he was wearing his Kung Fu Panda get-up.

It’s freaky to see him like this. And now this dog story … didn’t peg him for an animal-lover. Then again, that dog in the park hardly left him alone …

“So, uh, Black,” Jin began, trying to fill the disconcerting silence that had filled the room. “You had a dog.”

“Didn’t realise that I stuttered, Junior,” Erron murmured.

The other man flushed a deep crimson colour, biting down hard on his tongue to prevent a curse from flying out.

I bet Ermac doesn’t give Takeda this much problems!

Taking a deep breath to soothe his mind, he addressed the former Earthrealmer once more. “What was your dog’s name?”



“Mm.” Erron’s fingers began to fiddle with the cords of his pants. “Scruff, ‘cause that’s what he was, kid. A piece of scruff.”

Jin’s eyebrows furrowed, his mouth contorting into a frown. Well, isn’t that a nice way to describe a dog. “What breed of dog was, um, Scruff?”

Erron shrugged. “He was a pavement special. Reckon he had a bit of Blue Lacy in him, that’s for sure.”

“I see,” said Jin, who had no idea what a Blue Lacy was - his knowledge of dog breeds was pretty poor, if not non-existent. If he had to differentiate between a Pinscher and a Doberman, he would probably say that they were exactly the same thing.

Wounding the cord around his index finger, Erron continued, his voice a low, thoughtful murmur:

“I remember the day he walked up to our ranch, this dirty, skinny piece of scruff scavenging for food. No more than a few weeks old, by the looks of things - I was probably five going on six. Daddy wanted to shoot him lest he gave the cows a scare, but my mama stopped him. Said that I could do with a friend …”

Jin canted his head to the side, digesting this information. He tried to mentally picture Erron Black as a child, though the only thing that came to mind was basically a mini-sized version of the mercenary, toting guns too big for his holsters, a hat too big for his head and big, azure-blue eyes ringed in black. Trying to imagine what this child sounded like when he said “Daddy” or “Mama” was just too hilarious to consider.

Thank the Elder Gods Takeda isn’t here, otherwise he’d read my mind and laugh himself to death.

Still, he’d agree that it’s weird to be hearing all of this from Black. Didn’t think I’d be getting a history lesson-cum-autobiography session from this guy.

Solemnly, he spoke up. “So did Scruff become your friend?”

Erron finally looked away from the window to glance at him. “He was my best friend, Junior.”

In that moment, his voice sounded deeper - heavier - than usual. His eyes beheld an odd shimmer, and his mouth was pulled into a frown. Jin was taken aback at the somberness of his expression.

“He was?”

The Shaolin monk sneaked a glance at the gun-slinger’s revolvers on the bed-side table, whom he assumed were the only things that the cowboy considered “best friends”.

“Yeah, he was,” Erron answered gruffly.

He looked up at the ceiling, absentmindedly running a hand over the tally-marked scars etched into his left arm. “Mama made me give that pup a wash, let me feed him some raw beef and she even let me give him his name. Said if I was going to take care of him, I had to show him who was his master from the beginning.”

Again, the image of a mini-Erron came into mind, this time shouting commands and waving his humongous guns at a scruffy-looking dog with a bone in its mouth.

“I bet you trained him well,” Jin remarked, wondering how much input his “Mama” put in.

Erron simply nodded, his lips curling upwards (he’s actually smiling?!). “Scruff was damn clever, Junior. Picked up quickly on the rules I established for him - he always listened to me.”

“Didn’t think you had a lot to say in the first place,” Jin muttered under his breath. The older man was never one for speaking, preferring to stay quiet; when he did speak, he sounded calm but he meant business. The baritone of his voice added to that effect.

The former Earthrealmer did not seem to hear the younger man. “He was a good hunter. Sometimes I took him down with me to the creek to hunt for toads. He could pick up their scent a thousand miles away.”

Reptile wouldn’t have stood a chance, Jin thought with a grin.

“But kid, Scruff was a helluva great herding dog,” Erron said, looking at him now. His blue eyes were positively shining. “He could round up cattle faster than you could load a gun chamber. Daddy always had to ask me for my permission to use him when he needed to move the livestock. Scruff was that incredible.”

He looked, and sounded, chuffed as he spoke about his dog, a drastic difference from the stony-faced, soft-spoken appearance that Jin was used to.

If only I had a camera … my Friendships profile page would explode

Then, Erron withdrew his gaze, fiddling with his cords again as his face grew somber once more.

“He was a good dog, Junior,” he muttered, his voice low. “Been my best friend for many years, ‘til …”

The sentence tapered off.

Jin frowned, staring at Erron with a sense of foreboding. “Until what exactly?”

A few seconds passed by until the gun-slinger finally answered, albeit in a quiet voice. “I was 16 when Scruff got sick. He didn’t want to eat, he lost weight and he struggled to swallow water. Had a big lump on his side, too.”

“Oh no …” Jin looked down at his lap, unable to look at the other man, who emitted a tired sigh.

“He was suffering something fierce,” Erron murmured, closing his eyes, reliving the memory. “We couldn’t do anything for him. Didn’t have that kind of medical tech back then. That’s when Daddy decided that he … y’know, ought to go.”

“No,” Jin said again, feeling his body shiver. “Don’t tell me …”

I wanted to be the one to do it, though,” Erron went on. “Couldn’t let any one else do it. Borrowed my daddy’s shot-gun and a shovel, and I took Scruff down to the creek. Dug a big enough hole …”

He stopped, opening his eyes. He peered up at Jin, an aura of sadness surrounding him.

“It wasn’t the first time that I shot an animal, kid, but it was the first time that I shot something that I loved,” he said. “If there’s one thing that I ever praised God for, it was for the fact that Scruff went out peacefully.”


Swallowing the lump that somehow appeared in his throat, Jin mustered up the courage to look Erron dead in the eye and said, “I’m sorry, Black, about you and your dog. I know it’s sounds pretty dumb, but I really am sorry.”

Erron nodded in thanks. “Pretty nice of you to say so, Junior.”

Another silence.

“So, er,” Jin cleared his throat, “did you ever get another dog?”

He regretted those words the moment they left his mouth (damn it, Jin, Black just gave you the sob-story of the century, and you’re asking him if he got a replacement for his dead dog?! He’ll grab those guns and shoot you in the face!), but to his surprise, the former Earthrealmer just traced his tally-marks as he said:

“No, kid, I didn’t want another dog. I didn’t want to go through all of that trauma again, getting close to it and losing it. Besides, I was busy, y’know, training with the best of ‘em, ending up in Outworld, making my living … didn’t want anything to hold me down, not that there’s any animal vaguely resembling a decent dog in Outworld.”

“Least you spent some good times with your dog,” said Jin, slipping under the covers of his bed. “My parents were anti-pets since I was a kid.”

“Why get a pet when they had you?” Erron remarked, a hint of a smirk on his face. He ran his eyes over the Shaolin monk’s ponytail. “With that mane you got, you could shed more hair than a German Shepherd. Plus, I’d bet shouting at you made no difference in your attitude since you never listen.”

“Shut up,” Jin barked without malice.

He watched as the mercenary turned onto his side, his back facing him. Making himself comfortable, Jin grabbed his book off the bed-side table and, laying his head on the pillow, began to read.

A minute or so later, he heard a low voice piping up from the other side of the room.

“You know, kid, I might just get another dog some day. Maybe a Blue Lacy or a Rottweiler. I’ll even name it after someone I know.”

“Oh? What are you gonna call it?”

Jin did not see Erron smile as he murmured:


(See la preview of another MKX fanfic for more details.)


Highlights from the WeHo SCOTUS decision celebration: 

For those who may not know, West Hollywood (WeHo) is one of the gayest towns in the country, with about 45% of the residents identifying as lgbtqiap+. The town itself held a rally in the park, and people brought their kids and puppies all decked out in their pride gear (note my bi pride body paint and that adorable puppy rockin his rainbow swag). Best line from the speeches: “We want to thank the Supreme Court justices - well, 5 of them, at least…

Then my friends and I headed to the Abbey, which is an iconic gay bar/club in WeHo. It was full-on celebration the whole night. People were so freaking happy. My straight ally friend got wicked drunk and kept crying about how this was a momentous day in history. It was definitely an ally making things all about her, but I couldn’t be mad because it was pretty hilarious. 

I’m really glad I went out to celebrate, and that I’m lucky enough to live near such a great place to celebrate. Yes, there’s way more work to be done. Yes, I’m worried about allies abandoning us. But dammit we don’t often get reasons to celebrate, so I made the most of it.

medi0creatbest  asked:

Hello! I'm in a secret Santa and my giftee is a dog lover with 2 large Staffordshire Bull Terriors . I want to get her a good dog toy and have been looking at enrichment and chew toys. The problem I keep running into though is that all the reviews say their big dogs chewed right through the toy! I want to get her dogs something durable and fun. The most durable toys I've seen so far are Kongs, but they just look so plain.. any suggestions?

I think there’s a BarkBox for heavy chewers - I’m assuming you don’t want to pay for a monthly service, but you could see what they stock.

You could also get her a gift card to a pet store so she could choose what is best for the puppers herself! Include a note with ideas if that’s not personal enough for you.

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