Hi, my name is Vincent. I’m moving to a small apartment and can’t take my 10 month old German Shepherd, Sasha, with me. She enjoys running and playing but she won’t be happy confined in a concrete jungle. My partner, thankfully, owns a large amount of land with other dogs she can socialize with. I believe that’s the best place for her to be. However, getting her to paradise is the hard part. Please, anything is helpful. I want to see Sasha happy with people who love her as much as I do. Selling her on craigslist is sketchy and especially bad for female dogs who are most likely going to be used as breeders and are poorly treated.
My 9yr old sister with autism and downs syndrome will miss her very much, but we need the money to get her to a good home with people we trust. As I said up above, my boyfriend has offered to take her but I need to pay off her expenses before he can take her and I don’t have the money for it. All funds will be used to pay off her expenses and get her to a good home where I’ll still be able to see her. I will be moving by the end of March and need at least $200 for her to go to the home she deserves. Please, please, I don’t want my dog to go to the wrong people. Anything at all will help Sasha live a happy long life with people who will love her and give her the attention she needs.
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This is Matilda or Tilley for short. She never took an unflattering picture. She was the best and most beautiful girl. Gave the best head boops and always made me laugh. She was v.v. into snuggles and pets and purring. I rescued her in 2010 and she passed away in November 2014, thanksgiving week. She got me through the worst panic attacks and was there for me every night whenever I needed her. I miss her very much and she rescued me more than I rescued her. I have her paw print that the very gave us and I still touch it everyday and remember her soft fur. ❤️
Since you all seem to like my relationship so much here is an early Christmas/Holiday present for you guys, she’s really fun to kiss I swear to god. Thank you so much for all the support and love you guys have given me! I hope you all have amazing holidays and a very happy New Year!!
Happy birthday, Cheryl! | june 30, 1983 ↳ “Sometimes things get tough but you’ve just got to fight on. What are you going to do? Give up, curl into a ball or are you going to keep fighting on? My message is fight on. You cant give up and lie down! You’ve just got to keep going!
-Rin’s attitude and personality reminds Inuyasha of Kagome
-Rin asks Inuyasha what Sesshomaru was like when he was little but Inuyasha kinda has no idea
-Rin crying because she misses Sesshomaru so Inuyasha carries her up a cliff on his back and shows her the pretty stars at night
-Rin making flower crowns for Inuyasha (of course) and braiding his hair
-Rin and Inuyasha bond over the 3 years
-Rin knows that Inuyasha misses Kagome so she tries to make him feel better by giving him cute cheek kisses
-Inuyasha becomes protective over Rin if demons come after her
-When Inuyasha is not around, Rin sits by the well sometimes and talks to Kagome, hoping that maybe she can hear her. She tells her that she wants her to come back and that Big Brother Inuyasha misses her very much
SO OBVIOUSLY THIS HAS SOME MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS RIGHT SO PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE TAKE CAUTION, ALRIGHT? I LOVE YOU AND I DON’T WANT YOU TO GET UPSET!
He could hear the screaming. Every night, he could hear you screaming as that bastard beat you, slamming you against walls, throwing things at you, kicking, punching, screaming, yelling awful things at you. Every morning when that son of a bitch left, you came into Frank’s apartment, begging him not to do anything about it. You promised him that you’d take care of it, that was the last time, you always said that. And then you’d kiss him softly on his lips and everything he felt would just melt away except the overwhelming love he felt for you.
But he couldn’t take it anymore. He loved you too much to let anyone lay their hands on you. He loved you too much…
He shot up in his bed, almost wincing as he heard you whimpering again just next door. His dog jumped up out of the floor as he walked by but Frank couldn’t be bothered with comforting him. Frank pulled his door open and turned to yours, taking one step back before he placed his foot on the door and kicked in the cheap, hollow wood. Your screaming stopped and your boyfriend turned.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked.
“Frank…” you panted, your voice soft as ever. Frank grabbed your boyfriend by the throat as he didn’t have a shirt on and Frank shoved him against the kitchen wall.
“How do you like it, huh?”
“Hey, this is none of your business, okay?” He didn’t get much else out because Frank was beating him senseless. There was something in your throat that kept you from screaming. So you sat there on the floor, tears rolling over your swollen cheeks as you watched the man you love beat the man who’d been torturing you for years. You didn’t know if you should stop it or not. You had loved your boyfriend at one time, that saying there was a time when you thought you deserved what he did to you and what you felt wasn’t love, it was fear. You were terrified of him and he had hurt you more than anyone ever had… but you knew you didn’t want to see him die.
“Frank.” you gathered up every little bit of strength you had to speak. He stopped punching and turned to you, splatters of your boyfriend’s… your ex-boyfriend’s blood on his face.
He wanted to keep punching. Frank wanted to watch the life leave that man’s eyes. But your voice pulled him from his darkness and looked back at you and saw his light. His only light.
So he let go and the man fell to the ground with a pathetic thud. Frank held his hand out for you and you took it without hesitation. Frank led you to his apartment where you broke down and cried in front of him for the thousandth time. He wrapped you up in his arms, holding you close to him, whispering into your hair and pressing soft, sweet kisses to your temple.
One of your neighbors called the cops and an ambulance came to take your ex to the hospital and you Frank held you to his chest so the cops and medics outside wouldn’t hear you sobbing and come asking questions. He didn’t ask you to be quiet or tell you you were being too loud, he just held you tighter and you hugged his waist.
“I love you, honey…” his voice came as a muffled whisper. “I’m so sorry that you’re hurting but it’s over, baby.” he kissed your head. “It’s over, he ain’t ever gonna hurt you again.”
You nodded, your sobs subsiding gradually until you could breathe normally again and you sat up, wiping your eyes. “Frank…” you croaked. “I have to go see him.”
It too Frank a moment to process what you’d said but when he really understood, he looked down at you, pulling away from you a little so he could really look into your eyes . “You’re kidding…” He was hellbent on not taking you before you opened your mouth but all it took was one look and a ‘Frank, please.’ and he was putty in your hand. He would’ve done anything for you. “I don’t know why you want to go see this asshole anyway, Y/N, he’s been hurting you for years.”
“Frank, you beat him within an inch of his life-”
“I mean to beat him an inch past it.” he admitted. You grabbed his hand, holding it in yours as he drove down the not so busy street.
“He can’t hurt me… I know he won’t. Not while you’re there.”
“Damn right he won’t.” Frank growled. “If he tries anything-”
“Frank…” you got his attention by speaking softly and bringing the back of his hand to your bruised lips. “You broke both of his arms.”
“Don’t act like you aren’t afraid of him. You don’t have to act with me, Y/N.”
“I’m terrified. You know that. I just- with you holding my hand, I know that nothing will ever happen that we can’t handle together.”
You had so much faith in him, so much faith in the light inside him. It had been a long time since someone had willingly put their life in his hands so calmly, knowing he’d be there to keep them safe. It had also been a long time since someone had made him feel the way he did about you. Sure, he’d loved his wife so very, very much and he missed her. But the love he had for you? That was something entirely different. Something more pure and more real. Something more than he could ever have hoped for,especially when he was… who he was. But you told him constantly about the good inside him, about an incandescence that only you seemed to see in him. The only time he saw it was when he looked into your eyes.
You walked into your ex-boyfriend’s hospital room. You almost fell to the ground in your place. You didn’t feel sorry for him, not one bit. It was hard for you to see someone who had caused you so much pain in a state like that. He used to be ten feet tall and bullet proof but now he was just… just pathetic.
“I don’t know… I don’t know if you can even hear me.” but you knew he could because his heart rate escalated as soon as Frank cleared his throat. You got out of your chair beside his bed and pressed yourself against Frank’s chest and he wrapped his arms around you. It was so easy not to be afraid when you weren’t around the man who’d caused you so much pain, when it was just you and Frank. But sitting there in that room, you knew you couldn’t do it. Frank understood that.
“Alright, I’m pretty sure you remember me. I want you to know, if it weren’t for Y/N, you’d be wishing I’d kill you. I want to kill you. Hell, I’m itchin’ too. But I won’t. I will say this, though. In case you didn’t get the message last time. You’re done. If you ever go near Y/N again, I will kill you. You will die a slow and painful death. See, I’m a Marine. But I’m not just any Marine, I’m a little different. I was involved in some special operations that I’m not really allowed to talk about, see. But you will die, man. I’m telling you. I want you to move out of our building, but you best get somebody else to come get your worthless shit for you because if I ever see you again, I will kill you. Are we clear?”
There were no words, there didn’t have to be. You knew. He knew. Frank knew. So you put your hands on his shoulders and he turned around to face you, taking your hand as he lead you out of the hospital and into the streets. You took a deep breath, feeling like the first breath you’d taken in 4 years. You were free and you could finally truly be with Frank without being afraid of that man inside the hospital. You felt so free and happy and alive so you grabbed Frank and pushed your lips onto his, pulling him down by the back of his neck to kiss him full on the lips. Raindrops fell onto your forehead and cheeks and you couldn’t even tell you were crying anymore because everything was melting away with the rain, showering all the fear, pain, desperation, and dirt of your past. Everything was new, beautiful. You were in love, real love. True love.
i sort of like the headcanon that godtiers brains are just totally saturated with their aspect and they have to get used to loads of new senses and feelings and instincts when they become gods
john suddenly being able to sense every movement and change in atmospherics, his head constantly full of wooshing white noise, always sensing when movement and progression is being prevented, sensing stagnation, feeling claustrophic when he cant feel the wind
rose having to deal with the constant sense of a sort of de ja vu but for things havent happened yet, tiny whispers and maddening glimpses, sometimes literal whispers, unnerving and from frightening otherworldy forces, constantly weighing and sifting and deciphering all possibilities and fortunes, the weight of the world on her shoulders. no wonder she tries to obfuscate her knowledge, slowing and stifling her mind with drink
daves head being full of the ticking of infinite clocks, some slowing, reversing, even stopping, especially when there are multiple versions of himself around. he has a nauseating sense of inevitability when something must be, and an unexplained dread when the timeline goes wrong, physically feeling the flow of time, feeling doomed selves like phantom limbs. so he puts on his headphones, turns his music up loud, trying to isolate one steady rhythm to ground himself in the chaos.
jade of course constantly being aware of space - movement, stillness, placement - to teleport like that she must be constantly aware of all points in space at any given time. she feels the weight and force and energy of everything. manipulating objects requires an implicit, instinctive and yet unbelievably scientific and mathematical grasp over the object. for every item she shrinks she feels as though she takes on the weight and mass she took from it. anything she creates or causes to grow saps her mental strength and energy and stretches her to exhausting levels. she can sense the enormity of reality, the universe, and how small she is despite her power.
jane feeling an echo of the wounds and sicknesses of those around her, grass growing under her feet, each time she heals she feels the pain of the wound. she is drained when she heals, having to pass her energy and life on to someone else. all absense of life is felt like an unbearable chill boring away at her soul, even a dead potplant can give the overpowering sense of loss and ruined potential.
jake feeling hope, but being absolutely wrecked by each pitfall. seeing the possibility in everything, but when it is denied it hurts like a punch in the gut, makes the world around him feel smaller until it seems like a sealed darkened box. overcoming and staying resilient almost feels like a feature of his being that is out of his control, others using his hope to find their strength, utilising him as a medium. he wants to act and fight but the light is blinding and confusing, the possibilties too great, he has to struggle to see a path so as not to become passive. sometimes it is just easier to hide from the light.
dirk’s tendancy toward a searching, burning destructive curiosity intensifies, a thirst to pull apart and understand everyone around him, but with no solution as to how to put them back together again. its a compulsion. he can feel peoples identities, their sense of selves, cracks and weak spots and insecurities and lies. he can feel how fragile people are, constantly aware of the one push they need that could destroy them. every person feels like a precarious pile of random objects, constantly teetering. some people have already collapsed and splintered and broken - himself included - and he feels that too, uncomfortable tears and splits and displacements, but as a Prince only feels capable of destroying, not healing.
roxy can sense lack and loss. she always has a peculiar feeling of detachment, like part of her is elsewhere, as she is constantly reaching out to find something, whatever it is thats missing. constantly yearning. she very much feels like a medium, like her body is out there somewhere, physically wandering and searching for what is needed. finding it and pulling it into reality takes her energy, similar to jade.sometimes after periods of searching it feels as if she herself will be lost in the void forever. perhaps a part of her always will be. she senses need and loss around her and is desperate to help but is forced to blindly grasp in pitch blackness until she allows herself to succumb and become one with nothingness.
PIDGE IS ITALIAN IT’S TIME FOR ME TO HAVE A FUCKIN’ FIELD DAY
I’M SO PROUD OF MY ITALIAN BABY!!! I WENT TO ITALY EARLIER THIS SUMMER, SO Y’ALL BET YOUR ASS IMMA MAKES SOME DOPE-ASS HEADCANONS ABOUT MY FAVORITE ITALIAN VENT GREMLIN!!!
*digs out my Latin binder*
She took Latin. Yeah, you can fight me on this one. There’s no way she didn’t. Maybe she took Italian on the side, too, in fact she probably did, but do you know what Latin classrooms are like? They’re filled with f*ckin’ nerds. Where the hell else do you think Pidge would fit in at school? [BESIDES the computer lab].
When she entered the Garrison, everybody made fun of her for taking a dead language. In exchange, she defiles their Garrison textbooks with lines from Ovid’s Ars Amatoria. [‘Lex talionis, lupae.’]
Whenever someone even mildly inconveniences her, she responds with, ‘Et tu, Brute?’
Lance forgets to return her headphones? ‘Et tu, Brute?’
Hunk filches some of her food goo? ‘Et tu, Brute?’
Coran keeps a tool she needs out of reach because you have to sleep, Number Five? ‘Et tu, Brute?’
When she says it to Keith, he gets really confused. [‘What does “a two brutal” mean, Pidge?’]
She swears like a sailor, but no one realizes it because she’s always swearing in Latin. For example:
Futue te ipsum!
Te futueo et caballum tum.
And, her favorite roast: Mater tua tam obesa est ut cum Romae est urbs habet octo colles!
Also, Latin memes: Salvete, omnes!
She totally ships Cornelia and Flavia from Ecce Romani
She and her family have visited Italy a couple times.
The first time, they spent some time in Firenze [Florence]; the second time, they visited Roma and Capri.
Pidge lovesLampredotto. [Am I self-projecting here? Maybe.] Matt is grossed out by her weird obsession with a sandwich that’s made from the fourth stomach of a cow, so she does her best to shove it in his face whenever he can.
When she left Firenze, she dearly missed her beloved Lampredotto, and she thinks of it often. [I am very much self-projecting.]
The first thing she thought when she saw Kaltenecker was, ‘I need to borrow his stomach.’
Lance doesn’t ever leave Pidge and Kaltenecker in a room alone after that.
Pidge went to the Uffizi Gallery, and though she isn’t much one for art, she really loved the Sleeping Hermaphroditus. It spurred her to learn about gender spectrums, and also inspired her to experiment with her own gender expression.
She thought about that sculpture as she was cutting her hair to sneak into the Garrison.
In Roma, Pidge and Matt were having a field day translating all the Latin on all the arches and buildings [yes, Matt is a Latin nerd too, fight me on this].
Pidge and her family also visited the Vatican and saw the Sistine Chapel. They’re not Catholic, or even Christian, but damn, when you can see a painting by Michelangelo, you see a painting by Michelangelo.
Pidge didn’t much care for it, but she and Matt had a great time running around the other hallways of the Vatican.
She actually liked the modern Christian art displayed there and felt it was very underappreciated.
When she visited the Fontana di Trevi, she threw in a coin, hoping to come to Roma again the next year. Matt threw in three coins, hoping he’d get married someday [like the sap he is]. Pidge laughed when Matt got pickpocketed here.
She later regretted throwing in her coin, because Matt went missing the next year. Pidge refused to go back to Roma without her whole family there with her.
Pidge didn’t like Capri, mainly because it was so hot, and she got sunburned. She didn’t like going to the beach there after that.
She did enjoy one thing at Capri, and that was a chance to learn to make gelato.
The family was visiting their aunts and cousin in Capri, and they ran a gelato shop.
Pidge and Matt learned from them how to make lemon gelato, and they got very good at it very quickly.
Sometimes they’d even make it at home, because their aunts bought them their own gelato machine. Such generous aunts.
Pidge passed on this knowledge to Hunk, but even he isn’t as good at making it as she is.
One time, Colleen convinced Pidge and Matt that the trailer for Half-Life 3 had come out, and when showed them, she just Rickrolled them with the song, ‘Pompeii’ by Bastille.
She Rickrolls them often with this song.
Pidge and her dad once made a video of them reenacting the whole fight scene between Luke and Darth Vader in Cloud City, except completely in Italian.
Pidge got extra credit in her Italian class for this.
Pidge was playing the role of Vader while Sam was Luke.
Matt and Pidge argue all the time over who’s Mario and who’s Luigi.
‘I’M clearly the more popular one between us, Matt, I’M Mario!’
‘You’re too short to be Mario, Katie, he’s like six foot! Haven’t you even watched Game Theory?!’
‘MATPAT ALSO SAID MARIO WAS A SOCIOPATH, MATT, HIS THEORIES ARE FLAWED!!!’
‘HOW DARE YOU SHIT-TALK MY HUSBAND, KATIE!’
It doesn’t matter, both of them suck at Mario Kart compared to Colleen, who plays as Bowser.