leaping dog

Humans are Weirdos (ft.  animals)

I know a popular ‘humans are weird to aliens’ topic is how easily humans can bond to animals. But then think the opposite.

We humans are so weird because we are practically bonding magnets to animals.

We have our social hierarchies, so it makes sense that we can fit in with certain groups like dogs and even gorillas if we can understand them enough. We get ourselves acquainted with dogs who have been domesticated and these dogs will leap into our laps and constantly bother us for pets and treats and licking us as a way to show affection. People who can get certain animals to open up to us are super cool. Aliens are in awe of how our understanding of them can get us into a pack so readily that humans who are super close to normally protective dog mothers are allowed to hold their precious babies.

We can even manage to bond with animals like cats, known to be mostly solitary. We care for these cats and when they’re comfortable they will break their isolation and seek us out for affection.

Imagine an alien seeing a dog or cat go to an upset human and try to nuzzle them or snuggle into their lap to let themselves be held for our emotional comfort. These animals which, though currently domesticated, were descended from predators streamlined towards a goal of becoming efficient hunters. Willingly coming to our emotional aid and comforting us because they’ve bonded with us so closely.

Aliens see dogs act as protectors and bark away intruders on the human territory, but instantly turn happy when they know it’s their owner and friend. They see cats utilizing inborn maternal instincts to hunt down and leave 'gifts’ of dead things in an effort to feed and teach their humans to take care of them since we’re such worthless hunters in their eyes. They’ll even know if something is wrong with humans medically before we do, or know about disturbances in the home like fires or gas leaks, and will uncharacteristically jump us to get us out of danger.

And when humans are in danger by others, and an animal senses it before we do, these animals will immediately jump on the defensive and snarl and warn against any potential enemies  and try to alert us.

You’ve got dogs who will literally jump on intruders and bite them when they’re trying to attack their human owners. Throwing themselves and and intimidating animals many times larger than themselves for our sake. Even cats, the ones people might think aren’t very interested in their humans, will throw themselves into the fray and claw the hell out of something that’s a danger to a precious human of theirs.

And, for an added bonus, imagine if we can get this to apply to bigger, deadlier animals with similar capacity for pack bonding.

After months and months of talking, mimicking, feeding, and caring for a giant predator the rest of the crew refuses to near, it’s sort of relaxed to the human. A sense of loyalty that 'yes, this creature cares for me’. Then, one day, pirates invade the vessel and somehow the animal gets loose. Cue the crew panicking when it comes ambling out of its’ holding bay at the time when a pirate is about to bring a knife or something down on the human. Two seconds later this pirate is running and screaming for its life when it sees it. The creature takes a running start, LEAPS over the human (which was closest to it and already injured) and takes off after it. When that pirate is either captured or dead, the creature returns to the human, nuzzling them and making sounds to see if they’re okay.

The human is smiling and mimicking the sounds back, or just talking to it to say what a 'good boy’ it is.

The aliens of the crew are in shock.  The rest of the humans just smile knowingly.

Monsta X Reaction to: Meeting Their GF’s Husky But They Had Imagined A Small Puppy

Anon: Hello! :D Can I request a Monsta X reaction when they meet their gf’s dog for the first time and it’s a Husky (they imagined some small puppy)? Thank you!! <3

Shownu: The affectionate dog messes up his hair in their attempt to greet the new guest. He never told you he had been expecting a small dog, so he just smiles.

“He’s very friendly. I hope we can continue to be friends.”

Originally posted by madtwn

Wonho: He’s knocked to the floor, assaulted by the friendly husky’s wet kisses. “What is this beast?” he jokes. “I thought I would be meeting a tiny puppy!”

Originally posted by wonkkyun

Minhyuk: He’s already a puppy so regardless of the dog’s size, he will get along with them. He was just so surprised by its size, feeling almost worried when the dog leaped on you in greeting.

“Is this really a dog? Or a horse?”

Originally posted by minhyuk1

Kihyun: ”Yah! What’s the need for a dog that’s bigger than me? I thought you had a small, sweet puppy. If I’d known you owned a beast, I’d have come dressed in armour.”

Originally posted by wonkyuns

Hyungwon: Had expected something small, that you could both cuddle with at night. ”I don’t know how to tell you this but … I don’t think Mr. Tiddles will fit in bed with us.”

Originally posted by sonhvunwoo

Jooheon: ”Oh, giant doggo, please accept me as your owners boyfriend. I promise to protect her heart and not pee on the carpet.”

Originally posted by softseong

I.M: Meeting your dog was more important than meeting your family. A dog’s trust is of the utmost importance, he feels. He had prepared himself to win the love of a tiny pup, that he could carry around cutely. When he walks into your home, he’s instead glared down by a protective beast.

“Meeting your father was less scary than this …” he gasps.

Originally posted by kaimikachan

godlovesfrogs  asked:

ooh~ ooh~ my turn for an ask lolol how would the rfa + saeran react to an mc who has a really big, mean, and just generally aggressive looking dog but it turns out to be the sweetest thing (like my sisters' pitbulls, omg they're so cUTE??? HOW ARE THEY CONSIDERED SO BAD HOLY SHIT) sorry if it's a little confusing but i just love dogs

d’aw… i kinda relate to this… I used to have a very mean looking husky but he was just a cuddly sweetheart, like he’d run up to someone and just walk around them. The fun part was when people were seated because he’d jump on them and lick them. he was adorable af, and then my mom gave him away ;-;  f u allergies…


  • glad you don’t have a cat
  • when he sees him e’s a bit surprised
  • then you just tell him he’s a cuddly sweetie
  • he doesn’t look like one but ok…
  • after a bit he just notices how sweet he is and he’s just ???
  • he falls in love with your dog
  • probably sends a pic of ur dog to Jumin}
  • “Furball better watch out”
  • Gets along pretty well with your dog


  • no just no
  • why would you have dog when you can have a cat?
  • Jumin bby pls…
  • when you tell him your dog is the sweetest thing he calms down a bit
  • then he sees it…
  • shook
  • Mc he looks aggresive
  • he’s not coming near Elizabeth 3rd, no
  • takes a while for him to notice it really is a sweetie
  • holy shit he was wrong
  • still not a fan tho
  • cat mom
  • after noticing how sweet your dog is he’ll let him come close to Elizabeth
  • not for too long tho
  • Jumin pls


  • Thank goodness it’s not a cat
  • when you tell her your dog is increadibly sweet she can’t wait to see it
  • sees it and just
  • well… looks fool sometimes so…
  • unfazed by how ur dog looks
  • notices it’s really sweet 
  • well with an owner like you no wonder it’s so nice
  • pretty sure even ur dog noticed u blushing
  • oops


  • this boy loves animals
  • you tell him you have a dog and he’s just
  • YES
  • sees your dog
  • bit scared
  • MC what if your dog eats me?
  • Yoosung… Sweetie no
  • also effing omelette yoosung just popped on my mind after writing that goddamit
  • when he notices your dog’s a sweetheart
  • He’s  so happy
  • d’aw the two puppies…


  • Probably found a pic of your dog when he stalked researched you
  • he jumped when he saw it
  • and now you’re telling him to meet your dog
  • scared
  • he remembers how a pic of your dog almost gave him a heart attack
  • he can’t tell you that tho
  • he’s a brave chip
  • you take him to see your dog
  • your dog leaps towards him
  • probably yelps a little when your dog tackles him
  • then he realizes your dog is literally just liking his face
  • omg yes
  • forget Elly not really
  • he’s always near your dog now
  • they’re so fucking adorable you just wanna take pics 
  • cute babes 


  • umm ok?
  • desn’t really care tbh
  • has he ever seen a dog?
  • holy shit if he hasn’t this would be so cute yo
  • Let’s say you forgot to tell him your dog was sweet af
  • so when he sees your dog he just
  • fuck
  • your dog just walks towards him and he’s like welp this is how i die
  • then your dog just sits in front of him
  • “Saeran, he wants you to pet him”
  • You’re telling him to touch this beast? are you insane?
  • *pets him*
  • your dog just jumps at him
  • shook
  • “Oh he likes you”
  • oh okay… what would your dog do if it didn’t like him holy shit
  • your dog grows onto him
  • loves how he looks pretty scary
  • edgelord here wants a scary pet pls let him be
  • also loved how scard his bro was of your dog at first

hope this is what you wanted! 


Title: Thunder

Anonymous asked: “Sherlocks x reader. The reader is scared of thunder and tires to call Sherlock. Even when he’s on a case he always answers. This time he deep in the underground looking at a body. She calls Anderson who’s on the ground, he says he’ll pass on the message. When Sherlock finds out he’s furious. Even her PTSD dog can’t clam her down. (You can chose why she’s scared of thunder) could you please make it really fluffy at the end.”

Characters: sherlock, anderson and you

Pairing: sherlock x reader

Warnings: fear of thunder

Word count: 802


“damn it Sherlock, pick up the bloody phone” you whispered as you dialed his number for the third time. A loud roar of thunder sounded and you made a low whimpering sound. Your dog came up to you, nestling his face in your side. Normally you’d appreciate it but now it didn’t help you at all. Of all the times Sherlock would go on a case underground, he had to pick the day when it was thundering. Ever since you were a little kid you were afraid of thunder. When you were little you had gone camping with your parents. Everything went fine until it started to thunder. In the storm a tree had fallen on your car. Luckily neither you nor your parents were hurt but ever since that day thunder revived those memories. “idiot” you said, more to yourself than to the phone you slammed down on the couch. “I can’t believe I’m doing this” you said, dialing a new number.

“Anderson?” you questioned as the phone was answered. “Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked. You could feel his smirk through the phone. He was the only one of whom you were sure would be working on some normal case and not underground. “could you go and pass a message to Sherlock?” you asked him. “why didn’t you call Sherlock? Getting tired of him already?” Anderson asked. “don’t act like you don’t know where he is and why I can’t reach him” you said, flinching when you heard the thunder again. “please” you added. “uhm, yes of course. Tell me” he said, astonishing you with the concern in his voice. “can you ask him to come back as soon as possible or to call me? I don’t want to be a burden but please” you said. “I’ll tell him. Are you alright?” he asked you. The smirking and mocking tone completely gone. “yeah, I’m grant. Thank you” you said, hanging up the phone.

Half an hour later the doorbell rang. You almost ran to the door, making your PTSD dog leap away from the couch. “I’m so sorry Sherlock, I knew you….” you started. You stopped talking when you saw it wasn’t Sherlock at the door. “Anderson?” you questioned. “hello Y/N” he said, leaning against the door frame. “what are you doing here? Where’s Sherlock?” you asked him. “don’t worry, I sent one of the deputies to give him the message. I just wanted to know you were okay” he said. “thank you, that’s actually really sweet” you said, letting him step inside. “I can go if you want me to” he said, looking at you. “no really, thank you. Please stay” you said, slightly smiling. He flashed you a smile before sitting on the couch. Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder, making you yelp. With big eyes you looked at Anderson, hoping he hadn’t noticed. Once you locked eyes with him you knew he most certainly did. “it’s the thunder” he stated. You gave him a short nod. “alright, I’m going to make you some tea. You go pick a movie to watch until Sherlock gets back” Anderson said, walking into the kitchen.

“why?” you asked him. “why what?” Anderson asked. The two of you were now seated in the living room. You in your armchair and Anderson on the couch, your dog in his lap. “you didn’t have to come. Why did you come anyway?” you said. He remained silent for awhile. “remember when you first met Sherlock? When he threw the door in my face?” he asked. You nodded. “you were the first person who’d talk normally to me. You didn’t think I was a moron, even after Sherlock told everyone I was” he began. “I just thought I’d return the favour” he smiled. “thank you” you smiled back. Suddenly the two of you heard the door being opened. “what’s he doing here?” Sherlock shouted as he saw Anderson sitting on the couch. “don’t worry Sherlock, I was just going” Anderson said, grabbing his coat. He waved at you before he left.

“are you alright?” Sherlock asked you, taking you in his arms. “I’m fine now that you are here” you said. “I shouldn’t have left when there was a chance of thunder, I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you” he said, kissing you. “gladly” you said, kissing him back. Gently he took you by the hand, ready to lead you to the bedroom. “hold on, where are you going?” you laughed. He looked at you quizzically. “no that fast mister. We’re going to watch that movie you’ve been postponing for about a week now” you said, pulling him into the couch. “fine, only because I love you” he said. “I love you too” you said, kissing him.



Originally posted by sherlocked-to-holmes

…“You’ll be living off candlelight”
Said the main circuit
And the labored pangs of the acid rain
Kept me stirring
I would never relieve the pressure even if I tried
Lost dogs, leap years, all idling by
I was staring through a dull lens
Looking for the edge of the frame
I can’t see it following a disillusion
Right up to the end of the page
Takes the drive right out of me
Always tying up a loose end
Waiting for the trumpets to call,
I can’t hear ‘em
I was dreaming about cold fusion
Listening to the conditioned air 

  • Jaune: hey partner
  • Pyrrha: Hmm?
  • Jaune: does the value of one life matter beyond what it is capable of providing to the world or is it a mere sum of the abilities possessed by the life itself
  • Pyrrha: He's doing the thing again.
  • Ren, getting up: Alright, I know what comes next.
  • Nora, leaping into the air: DOG PILE ON JAUNE
  • Jaune: i have fucced up

my “dogs getting out of water” tag is my most exclusive tag. The dog must be undeniably removing themselves from the water and onto a solid surface.

Dogs momentarily “getting out of the water” (such as a dog leaping above the surface but will certainly land back in the water because gravity), or a dog seemingly making their way towards a solid surface but no proof that they indeed exit the water (such as a dog walking from deep water to shallow water) does not count as a dog getting out of water and cannot earn this tag.

If you find any posts that meet this criteria please @ me.

So Desperate For A Dog, He Accidentally Kidnaps One | Phan Tweet Dabble

Summary: If the dog makes it into their flat on its own, is it really so bad for Dan to stall and enjoy having a dog for a little while?

Word count: 800

Genre: Domestic fluff

No warnings

Read more from the collection of tweet-based Phan dabbles here

Based on the following tweet:

Also available on AO3

7th of March 2017

It was an honest mistake really, besides was dognapping even a thing?

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Today, I fucked up... by not putting the toilet seat down

My dog loves nothing more than sitting on the toilet seat when I’m taking the shower. The other day though I was having some stomach problems and the world was coming out of my ass. As I sat on the commode almost in tears praying for it to be over, I can hear my dog scratching to get in. I lean over to crack the door not only to let him in, but to let some of the nasty smell out.

When I’m finish I reach for toilet paper and find there ain’t none. With a tear in my eye I stand on up, feeling at least 10lbs lighter, and penguin walk across the room to grab some. Next thing I hear is my dumb dog leaping into the toilet and falling down the bowl.

Everything goes slow motion. My Beagle cross is covered in my feces, he’s freaking out ‘cause he done gone wet and stinks. He leaps outta the commode and hightails it outta the room and runs to my sister’s bedroom across the hall.

Now y'all seen dogs when they get wet right? They be shaking and rubbing themselves all on the carpet and up the wall. I hear my sisters hollering and screaming 'cause my dog is spreading my muck all over their sheets, shaking it on their clothes and none of them wanna touch him 'cause he’s filthy. They can only sit back and watch in horror as he ruins everything and tries to leap up at them. You see, my dog is a big old marshmallow and loves to jump up on people.

I’m standing in the bathroom with my junk still out, still needing to wipe, and all the while thinking it might be worth locking the door and climbing out the window to freedom instead of facing my sisters wraths.

TL;DR Beagle cross leaped into the toilet, got covered in my diarrhea, smeared it all around the house, my six sisters gave me hell.

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Release the Puppos!

Ok, first of all, fuck this illness! 
Secondly, I felt bad for not posting the past few days because this Tumblr is sorta part of a schedule I put up for myself and I want to keep too it!!! 

Anyway, while I was wasting away in bed I thought up a few fics I wanted to write. 
Please forgive me if my writing is a little wonky; I have literally gulped half a bottle of cough medicine. So I’m a little sleepy and drowsy. Probably not a good idea but I couldn’t find a measuring cup or anything.

This one is just a little Markiplier fic where you’re a subscriber of Mark’s channel and you go to the meet-up with some hairy companions. 

(Y/D/N)- Young dogs name.
(O/D/N)- Older dog’s name.
(Y/T/N)- Your Twitter nickname/ or social media nickname

You have always wanted to go to a meet-up. Not only to see Mark but also to meet some of the other subs. 
You were always commenting on Mark’s tweets and sometimes even posting some fan-art. People started following you and you started chatting. 
You wouldn’t say you were popular or well-known in Mark’s community, but you had a fair number of people following you on most social medias because of him. Every so often he’d retweet one of your artworks and you contributed to his charity live-streams too. Once, he had called out your name excitedly and yelled, 
”That’s the person that draws awesome me pictures!”

Mark had tweeted another location for a meet-up. A park not far from your home. 
But as always, you were stuck and unable to go. Usually it was work, school, even family had become an obstacle. But today, it was two large dogs who were currently snoozing on the lounge-room floor. 
You sighed and wrote your reply on Mark’s twitter;

“I’m dog-sitting and can’t leave them alone! Can I bring the puppos?” 

You knew you wouldn’t get a reply from the Youtuber himself, but you added a photo of the dogs anyway. 
The largest dog, (Y/D/N), a big brown shaggy hound with golden eyes, lifted his head just as you took the photo. The result was adorable. His floppy ears were propped up and his head tilted slightly. 
The slightly smaller dog, (O/D/N), an elderly Labrador, continued to snooze, completely ignoring your calls to lift his head.
You posted the tweet and continued to scroll through your phone. 
It wasn’t long before your notifications started beeping. You checked your Twitter, finding people were reposting your tweet and replying to the photo. 

“Awww! So cute! You have to bring them!” 

“This is unacceptable! You can’t miss out on another meet-up!” 

“I want those dogs!”

You smiled at each Tweet and tried replying. More and more re-tweets and replies came and you got fed up with notifications, so you turned them off. 
You ignored Twitter for some time, already jealous with the fans who were going. You’ll probably see what was happening in a video on Mark’s channel in the next few days.
You checked your Twitter one last time; amazed at the number of retweets you had received in the short space of time.

“Keep retweeting so Mark can see this!” 

“I’ll show him when I get there!” 

“Everyone show Mark and make him see the puppies!” 

You laughed at each one and went through the list liking them. 
Then, your phone vibrated with a DM from Twitter and you almost let out a squeal when you read the message. 

Tweeted from Markiplier. 

You spent almost no time leaping from your couch, grinning like a lunatic as you ran about the house finding your shoes and actually getting out of your PJs for once. Upon grabbing the dog-leashes (Y/D/N) bounded over to you, barking excitedly. You looped the clip around his collar and did the same to (O/D/N). 
You were practically dragged out of the house by (Y/D/N) with (O/D/N) trotting behind you. 
The park was a few blocks away and the closer you got, the more nervous you were becoming. 
What if someone there was allergic to dogs? Or someone was scared of dogs? Maybe this was a bad idea, I mean (Y/D/N) could accidentally knock someone over or (O/D/N) could get agitated with someone and growl at them. 
But it was already too late. By the time you had the thought to turn around and retreat home, you were on the outskirts of the park and the mass of people had spotted you. 
“Oh my God, it’s the puppies!” You heard someone cry. Your nerves escalated as the crowd turned to you and started shouting excitedly. 
But you couldn’t help but smile as you started towards them. (Y/D/N) started tugging against his leash, his tail wagging madly. 
“Release the puppos!” You heard a familiar voice bellow. You shrugged and trapped (Y/D/N) between your legs as you unclipped him from his collar. 
“Brace yourselves!” You called as (Y/D/N) galloped towards the hoards of screaming people. 
He crashed into the many legs, almost drowning under reaching fingers and gentle pets. 
A few people approached you, politely greeting you and asking if they could pat (O/D/N). You nodded and they crouched beside the older dog, who lazily wagged their tail and panted happily. 
“So, your (Y/T/N)!” Mark said with a wide smile. 
“Hi! I couldn’t bear losing my dogs to a kidnapper, so I had to bring them.” 
The man laughed and crouched down beside (O/D/N) to give them a gentle scratch behind the ear. 
“A lot of people here didn’t want you missing out.” He continued to speak to you from the ground. “I’ve always wanted to meet you as well. Your art is amazing.” 
You blushed and chuckled, “Well, my muse is pretty inspirational.” 
Mark flashed you a brilliant smile and stood, gesturing to the crowd. 
“Well, come meet everyone. We were about to start the video.” 

You followed Mark into the middle of the park, where (Y/D/N) was running around, almost overwhelmed with excitement. A few people were chasing after him, seeming to play tag with the dog. 
Then (Y/D/N) found, what you guessed was Mark’s bag, and removed a football from it. 
“Hey!” Mark yelled, starting towards the pup. “That’s mine!” 
(Y/D/N) started running. His ears flapped like wings as he bounded away from the man. Everyone started laughing as Mark gave chase. He tried leaping onto the dog, even tried herding him towards the crowd, but (Y/D/N) seemed to dodge every hand as they made a grab for the ball. 
You laughed along with everyone else. Enjoying the comical show that was unfolding in front of you.
Finally, you thought it had gone on for long enough and you whistled loudly. The hound skidded to a stop, his golden eyes fixed on you with a quizzical stare. 
“Give it here,” You ordered, keeping your voice friendly. 
(Y/D/N) trotted over to you, his ears slanted backwards and his eyes mischievous. He slowed as he neared you, lifting his head up slightly to place the ball in your hand.
“Don’t you dare,” You warned, but before your fingers could find purchase, (Y/D/N) had jumped back and started running. 
But he ran straight into Mark’s legs and the man caught hold of the dog’s collar and plucked the toy from his jaws. 
Cheers flooded the park as Mark lifted the ball up like a trophy. Grinning wildly. 
“Markimoo- 1, doggo- 0″ Mark smirked and booped (Y/D/N) on his wet nose. He looked rather disappointed, but wagged his tail none-the-less. 

As Mark set up the cameras and arranged the crowd as he needed, you had found a nice spot under a tree to watch. 
Others had joined you, too nervous or anxious to join in the activities. But the small group around you were happy stroking your dogs fur and laughing at what Mark was making the others do. 
You weren’t sure what was happening. It had started off as a game of tag, then evolved into stick-in-the-mud, then the ball came in as the crowd formed a circle. Mark was in the centre kicking the ball as high into the air as he could for someone to catch. 
Those who caught it, had to make up a ridiculous dance routine and make animal noises to go with it.
At one point, Mark had kicked the ball but it struck the toes of his shoes and the object flew in a unexpected arc. It had almost hit you as it came tumbling through the canopy of the tree. You saved yourself by slapping it away, but managed to accidentally hit (O/D/N). 
“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” You cooed, cradling the dog’s head as if you had seriously injured it. Mark over-exaggerated the situation by running over and dramatically throwing himself in front of the dog, begging their forgiveness and apologizing profusely. 
(O/D/N) looked very confused, and responded by gently tapping Mark’s bowed head, as if to say 
“You are forgiven, loud-one”
Mark laughed and returned to the circle. 

The whole situation was cringey and amazing all at the same time. 
Finally, when the time of the meet-up was nearing its end, Mark ushered your group up and into the middle of the park. 
“Right, now it’s your turn!” He told you and you quickly panicked as he kicked the ball into the air. You instinctively watched it soar skywards and you angled yourself so when it plummeted back to earth, you caught it in your hands, cradling it on your chest. 
People cheered and Mark grinned broadly, “You have to make up a dance sequence now!”
Groaning, you dropped the ball and started krumping. It was sloppy, and your cheeks glowed red from embarrassment, but people were laughing and cheering you on. 
When was the last time you even danced?
A loooong time, a voice at the back of your head replied.
“You have to make an animal noise!” Someone in the back reminded you. 
You rolled your eyes and turned to (Y/D/N), “Howl!” 
Weeks of training paid off as (Y/D/N) lifted back his head and started to howl. A long deep sound that you started dancing too. A few others followed your lead, and soon you had a large group of people boogie around (Y/D/N). 
Like some weird ritual, everyone started making strange howling noises and you couldn’t help but laugh. It was all so ridiculous! 
Finally, Mark hushed everyone and told them that it was time to back up. 
You said your goodbyes and clipped your dogs back on their leashes. 
Before you started walking home, someone gently touched your shoulder and you turned to face Mark. 
“It was really nice to meet you, (Y/T/N)” He said with a small smile. “I hope you come to the next meet-up.” 
“Of course!” You beamed, “And my name is (Y/N) by the way.” 
“It was a pleasure meeting you, (Y/N). We’ll have to meet up another time.” He winked at you and shouldered his bag, heading towards his car. 
You couldn’t help but smile and you quickly turned away so no one could see you blushing.

I’m gonna go to bed now! Hope you enjoyed!


Cocker spaniel in action by rod white

anonymous asked:

What is the most spectacular display of magic you have witnessed?

This has taken me a couple of days to get to, mostly because, well. Magic ent real, not HP magic. I’ve seen prayers answered, I’ve seen people praising spells to help their confidence, and crystals to aid their sleep, but I’ve not seen magic as it’s shown in HP.

This is what I have seen:

A rock, rising out of the earth, rising above a forest, standing so great and tall a palace was built atop it, a gate carved round with a lion’s paws, pools for pleasure, and a wall shined so long by touch it is a mirror. There are paintings and carvings still well preserved, and stairways carved up sheer rock face. This is Sigiriya.

A tube of rock, dark and hard, with rocks inside shaded different colours. There were no signs to tell you what a guidebook, or a geologist would. The stones were from the lava, that had poured down it, and the rainbow on their skin was from the temperature they cooled in the tube the lava had made. This was a lava tube.

An Oak, over 800 years old, spread wide in branches and in trunk, burned in some parts, bark peeled off, used to string swings on and to climb, and to hide by those who drop into the hole in it’s trunk. It still produces acorns. This is Old Knobbley.

Trees frozen in clay and stone, trees gone opalescent with age, trees from prehistory, with pieces that look, for a moment, like they could be naught but driftwood, driftwood in a desert. This is the Petrified Forest.

This is what I have seen:

Elephants dancing at a Perahera, as the Buddha’s tooth paraded around Kandy. They carried car batteries on their necks to power the fairy lights in the costumes they wore, and they danced to the beat of the drums as the fire dancers swirled their batons, as the dancers danced, as the drummers drummed (if someone says an elephant cannot dance, they’ve never seen a Perahera where more than sixty elephants swayed and paced to the music through the streets of Kandy).

Bones so ancient they have turned to rock, bones found in marshes and caves and graves, bones up to now. Australopithecus afarensis, Homo habilis, Homo ergaster, Homo sapiens sapiens. Bones that told the story of our history, of how we came down from trees, paced through Savannah - ran - and spread all the way around the world (if someone believes that Africa is insignificant, that the destruction throughout Africa and the Near East means nothing, they are the ones who are inhuman, and have forgotten that humankind was born there, in Africa, and Civilisation was born in Mesopotamia).

I have seen a blade knapped from stone, I have seen the path of tools, from spear, to atlatl, to bow and marvelled at the leap each took. Humans are more than people, we are minds, we invent and amaze eternal. 64,000 years ago someone realised that you could bend a stick and tie a string to it and use that to hunt. 64,000 years later we still use it. Bows are not primitive, bows are evidence of human leaps of logic.

I have seen the bright purple and yellow of crocuses, blooming too early against the frost, and I have seen the last snowdrops before the fields turn every colour but white. I have seen fields dotted with red poppies, and ones gone golden in summer heat. I have seen woods, green with life, live with sounds of birds and dogs and rabbits leaping through.

I have seen dogs show more compassion than a human, and cats more friendliness than I had thought them able. I have seen horses run for home and know the route perfectly, and a sparrowhawk, wing broken, still try to fly before the vets took it to heal. I have seen animals show more intelligence and more awareness than humans, and I have seen humans express compassion for a creature with wings rather than arms, with claws instead of nails, with small bright gold eyes and a beak, rather than soft human skin.

That, I think, is magic. The world, so ancient, and yet so new. We’ve discovered animals so small they can rest on a dime, or on your thumbnail, we’ve discovered animals where the males shrink to just their testes once they make contact with a female, we’ve found creatures that can see in more colours than our rainbow, and we’ve found creatures that can be sent to outer space, come back, and still live and breed.

That, I think, is real magic.

Blindly in Love

I sit on the bench in front of my apartment complex as I take in the cool air of fall. I feel a weight on the other end, so I turn to greet the person. “Ah, you’re here.”

“How’d you know? I could’ve been a stranger.”

“You just confirmed it by replying,” I chuckle at the obvious, but he isn’t buying it.

“No, really. How’d you know?”

“I can smell your cologne.”

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