mudhole

anonymous asked:

Do you have a favorite breed of dog?

I’m not sure about the favorite breed, but sighthounds are definitely my favorite type (pretty evident if you’ve ever seen any of my drawings). Some of my top favorites among that group are Greyhound, Saluki (especially the smooth/desert variety), Sloughi, Azawakh, Borzoi and Afghan hound, even though I’m pretty much a fan of all of them. I adore Ibizan Hounds and other Mediterranean Podencos a lot. I’m also very interested in sighthounds that aren’t recognized by Western kennel clubs, such as Taigan, Hortaya Borzaya, Xigou, Kanni and Mudhol

I’ve always loved Dobermans. I don’t think I’ll ever have what it takes to own one (I lack the right kind of personality and their health issues worry me) so I’m going to have to settle for admiring them from afar. I like the look of vintage/working line German Shepherds and Belgian Malinois. Standard Poodles are a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, when trimmed in a moderate and tasteful way, and I have a soft spot for hairless dogs like Xoloitzcuintli. Lately I’ve been very interested in some livestock guardian dogs, particularly Kangal and Central Asian Ovcharka

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Bottleneck & Jawga Boyz feat Lynyrd Skynyrd (Down at the mudhole) (by jawgaboyz)

i really need to talk to someone about Washington being a Marine and joining Project Freelancer and being 100% composed of snark and edginess because the mudhole he was just transferred up from was hell and the Mother of Invention is like a goddamn vacation and he doesn’t know what to do with it. Wash mouthing off to cover it up. 

Washington be relieved when the first mission is a gut-fuck awful, is nearly suicidal, takes everything he has to get through. Wash feeling relief that he didn’t leave his old squadmates behind in the fucking mud for something that is basically just theory and no results. Being convinced that Freelancer is going to change things and mean stuff and save lives, protect people like the men and women he left to come fight for the Director.

Wash’s personal reasons for believing in the program that annihilates him. 

anonymous asked:

Partisans Au. When does Cassian's feelings for Jyn begin to change? Why does Jyn kiss him when they meet again?

It’s Maia who idly tells Cassian about Jyn and Codo as they eat hardtack and slop in the mess. “They were both swimming at the mudhole yesterday and the dummy just went for it!” Maia digs her spoon into her bowl of slop and laughs. “I swore Jyn was going to crack him across the mouth but instead she let him kiss her.” Maia laughs through a mouthful of food. “It was disgusting. Neither of them obviously know the first thing about kissing.”

“She’s sixteen,” he says stiffly, mouth gone dry. “Good enough time to get something like that out of the way.” They had just celebrated Jyn’s name day a week ago. He’d been away with Benthic and some others in the Tann province for almost two weeks before and had brought her back a silver charm for her necklace and a Rylothian honey cake. She had pressed an embarrassed kiss to his cheek and had slid the starburst charm to rest next to her mother’s kyber pendant. They had snuck away to a cave near the edge of the jungle and had shared the dessert as he had embarrassingly sung her a Festian name day song he only half remembered from his childhood. That had been a good day.

“Cass!” Maia barks, calling him by the nickname that he never wanted and hates, “You talk about it like it’s learning to ride a speeder. This was their first kiss! C’mon now. Admit it, it’s kind of sweet.”

“I should have a talk with Codo,” he says sharply, pushing up from the table, the tin utensils clattering to the floor. “Jyn’s just a girl. She might be vicious in battle but she’s still just a girl. Codo should know better than to try and take advantage of her like that.”

“She’s a big girl,” Maia says gently, her careful eyes watching him. “She can clearly take care of herself, Cass.”

“Don’t call me that, Maia,” he snaps. 

Something glints in Maia’s eyes. She’s one of Saw’s best spies–scrutinizing and observant–a natural at reading everything the things hidden under the surface to everyone else. “I don’t think it’s Codo who you’re angry at, Cassian,” Maia says, her lips pressed tight, her eyes narrowed at him, scrutinizing, judging him. She takes a final gulp of water and gets up. “Get your own head on straight, okay? You’re a man now. You’re nineteen. Figure yourself out first before you start getting into other peoples’ business. Unless, of of course, this is your business.”


As for your question about Jyn’s feelings for Cassian: She’s loved him since she was eight; been in love with him since she was thirteen. She kisses him when they meet again when she’s 21 and he’s 23 because she’s never stopped loving him, and even though she’s wary and angry, she’s also reckless and overcome at seeing him again and just goes for it. 



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Ducifer - Fair Fight

Originally posted by lets-take-a-howl

Pairing: Ducifer

Summary: Dean Winchester is stationed on some backwater planet, when the Confederation of Hell attacks.
I wrote this for @abagel321. It was supposed to be a space AU. I don’t know how my brain went to battlemechs from there. Sorry, I hope you like it.

Warnings: battlemechs, mechfight, talk of slavery, Baby gets hurt

Read it on AO3

Tagging: @coplins @brieflymaximumprincess @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell


When the line of enemy battlemechs appears over the hill, Dean knows he’s in deep shit. He’s lost contact with Cole. His partner was supposed to make a quick round along the perimeters of the mudhole they call a base on this backwater planet. He should’ve been back a while ago. When he hadn’t answered Dean’s calls, Dean had climbed into Baby’s cockpit. The official designation of the black battlemech that towered 16 feet over the base was KAZ 2Y5, but Dean had never liked that impersonal string of numbers and letters. So Baby it is.

Now Dean has Baby take a step towards his enemies. He can’t win this fight, but the red paintjob of the enemy mechs tells him they’re from the Confederation of Hell, and what he’s heard about how they treat prisoners, it’s better to go out with all guns blazing. He powers up the plasma canons in the shoulders of his mech and makes sure the laser canon in Baby’s metal hand is online. Then he waits. He’ll take as many of them with him as he can.

“Did they really only station two of you on this wretched mudhole?“ The voice that comes over the radio sounds amused. One mech steps forward. It’s a bit taller than Baby and there are horns on the head that holds the cockpit. After another step it also unfolds big metal wings on his back. Flashy.

“What kind of douchebag puts horns and wings on his mech?“ Dean murmurs. Then he opens a channel to answer. “As you said, it’s nothing but a wretched mudhole.“

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anonymous asked:

7 zevran and warden!

7. routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing

“Mudhole, sweet mudhole,” Alistair said, when they returned to camp. He let his dented breastplate fall without ceremony to the ground, stretched, then promptly joined it. He propped his head against it like a pillow. “Someone wake me up when it’s time to eat.”

“Might I suggest we move the camp once Alistair finds his slumber?” Morrigan asked.

“Har har,” he said. “You know I would just follow.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Like an infestation of fleas.”

Lyna ignored the shems’ chattering, and didn’t stop to think about how much less it bothered her than it used to. As Sten got the fire going and Leliana checked her traps, Lyna stripped to her shift and went to wash up in the stream.

It used to cause an outcry, her lack of concern for “decency”, but Lyna had neither patience nor use for human prudishness, and now her companions were used to her ways – even if Alistair did still grow pink, and stammer, and struggle with eye contact until she was clothed again.

She felt a little better when she returned, the cool clarity of the water soothing her aches and her mind, at least for a time. She did not look forward to the nightmares she knew would haunt her sleep.

Alistair and Leliana had cleaned the kills, and they were preparing dinner. Zevran sat by the fire, his quick nimble fingers working needle and thread, repairing a hole in his gloves.

He tsked when she passed him, a scolding sound, and when she looked back she found him leaning toward her, neck craned, cheek extended expectantly. He cleared his throat, and when she failed to catch on he only paused long enough in his work to tap said cheek meaningfully.

Something in her loosened.

Lyna breathed a laugh, and she returned to him. She kissed his cheek, and then, for added measure, his hair.

He said, “It is not so difficult, no?”

Hopefully the captains I picked are fine, thank you for your request! ( ´∀`)ノ ♡

Oikawa.

How I got her to go camping with me is a miracle, to be honest. But now she was stomping in front of me, her rucksack jumping up and down every time she takes a step.

“Are we there yet?” she asks suddenly and we walk side by side.

“Yup!” I grin at her. “I wanted the best view for you~”

She rolls her eyes like she does every time I’m slightly forward. (y/n) looks at the mountains covering the horizon, away from me.

“Why are you asking me?” She had asked. “Any girl other than me would kill to be in my place.” I simply waved it off by saying: “Yohoo, (y/n), I asked you didn’t I?” I could have sworn she smiled at that, but I was smiling wider when she agreed to come.

“We’re here!” I gestured towards a camping site we were supposed to stay at.

It was fairly nice, a nice little pit for a campfire and a spot for the tents. As I examined her face, she seemed pleased.

“What are you doing?” she suddenly asks and I find myself leaning down to look at her expression.

“Gah! Sorry!!” I distance myself from her. “Le-let’s set our bags down and get sta-started with the fire.”

She gives me a look and flings her bag to the side. Soon the fire was reaching for the sky, we were roasting marshmallows and having a pleasant conversation.

“Mhh,” she moans. “We need more wood for the fire. It’s dying down.”

“I’ll go get some, there’s bound to be twigs lying around,” I say and get up.

I walk away from the camping site and into the woods.

“What if monsters come and eat me?!?!!” a sudden thought sprouts into mind.

I try my best to calm down, fail miserably and start running in an unknown direction. I hear a splash, my shoe feels wet and then I’m on my back. My vision gets hazy for a moment and when I’m fully conscious again, (y/n) is looming over me. She looks worried for a second, but then kneels down next to me.

“How the hell did you manage to fall into a freaking creek?” she says half-mockingly.

Somehow me shivering, a blanket around me, across from her makes me giggle. She’s frowning as she stirs the spoon in the cup she’s holding a little too fast. Now that she has finished yelling at me, she’s pouring the anger into the liquid she’s mixing. Every time I sniffle or cough, she glares at me and promises to never spend any time with me again. But she and I know damn well that she’s lying.


Terushima.

“Camping! Camping!” The Johzenji High volleyball team threatenes to rip the bus in half with their constant chanting.

“We should have stayed at home, like Runa did,” Hana sighs next to me, sinking into her seat.

“Why?” I turn to her laughing. “They are highly amusing, I’m glad I came.”

“Thank god you came!” Hana exclaims. “Handling these boys is a two man job.”

“That’s true,” I chuckle and turn again to look behind me. Hana’s head lands on my back and soon she’s sleeping.

Terushima, who was sitting fairly close to me in the front of the bus, was trying to throw chips across the bus into Kazuma’s mouth, missing most of the time. Whenever he did manage to make a “goal”, the whole team yelled uncontrollably and Yuuji turned to me with a wide smile, looking for praise. Whenever I did return it, his grew even bigger. When the exhausted driver finally pulls over and leaves us to go our merry way, Terushima catches up to me.

“Have you ever been camping?” he asks me after a while of being quiet for a while.

“No, I haven’t,” I smile kindly.

“Ohh!!” he gets excited. “Then we can experience this together first hand!”

I found his excitement extremely adorable. He kept on babbling and unconsciously I wondered in my own thoughts. I then see our camping site up ahead and it seems I had cut off Terushima mid-sentence.

“We’re here!!!” The boys start running ahead, leaving me and Hana behind.

Hana chases after the team, trying to prevent them from breaking anything. I soon reach the group as well. Hana is trying her best to keep the team in line, but she gets spoken over every time she opens her mouth. I set down my bag, walk over to Bobata and Futamata, pull them out of the mudhole they have already managed to fall in and raise my voice for everyone to hear. I give out orders to all of the boys and they get to them after I’m done with my power speech.

“Thank you,” Hana’s hand lands on my shoulder as she sighs blissfully.

“Get started with the food, I’ll try to keep them in order,” I let her go and walk over to Terushima who was calling for me.

“(y/n)! (y/n)!! Look at me!! I got some firewood for you!” he exclaims and reaches down to pick up a pile of wood.

“Terushima! Let me take half of that pile!! You’re going to pull something,” I hurry over, but it was too late.

His smug smirk disappeared as soon as he picked up the pile. He flinches and most of the wood lands on his feet. He stumbles on his feet, I catch him just before he falls over.

“Oh my god, you stupid playboy. You need to sit,” I mumble and walk him over to the benches.

I get some ice and as I hold it on his arm, I ask:

“You clearly knew you couldn’t lift all of it, you’re the most valuable player on this team,” I scold him. “Stop messing around.”

“Sorry…” he lowers his head, and I’ll be damned, he was adorable.

“It’s fine,” I ruffle his hair, standing up. “Rest up and you should be fine.”

For some reason, the whole team gave me looks the whole trip, in addition to the high fives and pat-on-the-backs Yuuji received. That didn’t stop him from spending time with me, and frankly, I didn’t mind.


Ushijima.

The quiet vibration from Ushijima’s phone wakes him up and he’s forced to squint to read the texts he had received.

From: HOOTHOOT

To: Young Father Support Group

You guyss!!! Let’s go camping tomorrow~ ☆ヾ(*´・∀・)ノヾ(・∀・`*)ノ☆


From: Rooster Head (=Wω-^=)

To: Young Father Support Group

Yeah! Me and Bokuto could come over to Miyagi and we can go camping


From: Trashykawa

To: Young Father Support Group

Great idea!! I’m hand ☆*:.。.o(≧▽≦)o.。.:*☆

… Hey, who changed my nickname?? ☆o(><;)○


From: Dadchi

To: Young Father Support Group

I have time, so I guess, I’m in


From: HOOTHOOT

To: Young Father Support Group

AWESOME! What about you Ushiwaka??

And Kuroo did, Tooru (^▽^)


From: Rooster Head (=Wω-^=)

To: Young Father Support Group

Hehe


From: Trashykawa

To: Young Father Support Group

Why did you take away my star emoji though??? (#`Д´)


Dadchi changed Trashykawa’s nickname to ☆Trashykawa☆.


From: ☆Trashykawa☆

To: Young Father Support Group

Thank you Sawamura-chan~~ ♡ ~(‘▽^人)

Ushiwaka-chan!! You’re coming too, right?


From: JAPAN! (>.<)/

To: Young Father Support Group

I have no choice in the matter, do I?


From: Rooster Head (=Wω-^=)

To: Young Father Support Group

Nope :D


From: HOOTHOOT

To: Young Father Support Group

So it’s settled then!! We’ll talk once we’re in Miyagi

Good night ( ̄o ̄) zzZZzzZZ


From: ☆Trashykawa☆

To: Young Father Support Group

Yay! Night~! (-ω-) zzZ

Ushijima closed his phone and set it aside. He really didn’t want to go on the trip, but he knew he doesn’t have any chance of getting out of it. The thought of meeting up with (y/n) in the morning for coffee, though, made him smile and his heart flutter slightly as falls asleep.

“Ushijima!” I see the walking lamppost, I call my friend, in the crowd and wave him over.

He sits down with a polite greeting and a smile.

“How are you?” I ask before he could.

“Alright, I suppose,” he shrugs. “I got invited on a camping trip with the other captains..”

“That sounds awesome though!” I smile at him. “Right?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t want to go…” he fiddles with his napkin. “I’d rather be with you the whole day..”

“Aww, that’s sweet, Ushijima,” I tilt my head. “I wish I could come with so you’d be more uncomfortable.”

His eyes light up, which is a rare happening. “Why couldn’t I?” he says hurriedly. “I’m sure the others would be fine with it.”

The more I tried to deny, the more Ushijima pushed the subject. I agreed to go only if the others were fine with it. Wakatoshi soon confirmed that they were. We left the cafe soon after that, waving goodbye at the corner, promising to meet each other there again a couple of hours later. Now we were walking side-by-side at the end of the group, trying to keep up. Turns out that Bokuto-san was an experienced camper and he had a good spot in mind for us. The others set out to find the “much needed firewood” and the “grand berries of survival” leaving me and Ushijima to set up.

“I’ll start setting up the tent, could you help me?” I turned to him smiling.

He seemed a bit dazed, but he soon snapped out of it. “Ri-right,” he says, taking the poles from my hands.

Five minutes later, the tent was standing where it was supposed to.

“I didn’t know you were so skilled in tent set-up-ing,” I giggle.

He smiles at me fondly as he takes out the bento boxes from his bag.

“I.. I made this for you…” he stutters, handing me a box.

I open the box. It contained the best home-made treats I have ever seen.

“You made bento for me?!” I almost squeal. “Ah, Ushijima, you’re such a romantic.”

A slight blush appears on his cheeks, but which disappears quickly when quiet snickers reach our ears.

“Is Mr. Romantic finally making his moves?” Oikawa stood, hands on his hips, Kuroo and Bokuto on either side.

Wakatoshi’s eyes sharpen as he stands and walks threateningly over to the trio. Oikawa, Kuroo and Bokuto escape from Japan and they disappear into the woods. Suddenly Sawamura’s by my side, carrying a bunch of firewood. He drops the pile next to me and looks around.

“Oh, nice! You got the tent and the food going, but… Where are everyone else?” he looks at me questioningly.


Daichi.

“Ohh, Daichi, come look at those!!” I kneel down to admire the flowers.

Daichi had invited me for a little hike to get my mind off of school. My lanky boyfriend now stood above me looking down at the blooms in front of me.

“Eh,” he shrugs. “Those over there are better.”

He points further away from us, where a field of purple and blue flowers are growing. Sawamura takes my hand and we walk over.

“Why don’t I make a flower crown for you?” he asks, picking the flowers.

“You know how to make one?” I grin to which he laughs dryly. “I’ll make one for you, then.”

“Ahh, (y/n), I can’t wear a flower crown,” he says, sitting in the field of flowers, fiddling with blossoms looking like a lost child. “I’m a grown man,” he adds.

“Uh-huh, yeah right,” I laugh mockingly. “I know that you still own your childhood teddy even though you hide it everytime I come over.”

My laugh fills the air as he sits there quietly, since he had nothing to answer. My big and manly boyfriend was a dork in disguise.

“Naww, Dachi, don’t pout,” I poke his cheek. “I love you the way you are.”

He smiles at me and pulls me in for a kiss. “I love you too, you tease.”

We both sit in silence, making our crowns. I was quickly ready and steadied the crown on his messy hair.

“Aww, you look cute!” I exclaim to which he smiles weakly.

“I can’t do this!!” he throws the half-done flower crown to the side. “I can’t make this crown for you…”

“That’s fine!” I say, picking a flower and putting it in my hair. “There.”

His stupidly adorable grin quickly turns into a horrified look. “B-b-bee!!” he mumbles.

Lord knows how we ended up sitting down next to a bee nest, but now we both were running over the field, giggling and escaping from a swarm of bees.


Kuroo.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” Kuroo takes the spoon from my hand after I had failed to keep the fire up to make our soup boil. “I’ll make this soup for you!”

“Tetsu, no,” I begin. “You can’t cook for shit.”

“(y/nnnnn),” he whines. “Don’t doubt my skills, I got this.”

He didn’t. Somehow, the soup ended up spilling and on my shirt.

“…did you do this on purpose?” I fume, looking down at my blouse, which might as well be see-through.

Kuroo breaks out of his flustered state, his dumb smirk returns. I groan loudly and stand.

“What are we going to eat now? We’ll be here until tomorrow with no food at all. I need to go change my shirt,” I reach for my backpack and take out another shirt.

“I’ll be right back,” I walk towards the bushes by the river and make sure I’m not seen.

I remove my wet shirt, and pulling the dry one over my head. Then I heard a twig break.

“Tetsu!!” I yell, noticing his black beadhead instantly. “You pervert!”

I give him a slight push and Kuroo trips, falling into the river flowing next to us. The squeal he let out was higher than I could ever reach.

“There’s something slimy under my hand!!” his voice is still high from the fall and his cheeks were tinted. “What is it? What is it??”

I squat by the river, laughing my ass off, but I stop when I notice a fish in his hand. And it was big.

“Oh my god, Tetsu…” I tried my best to hold back my laughter.

Kuroo looks down and seeing the fish he had caught (squashed), his eyes bright up.

“Told you I’m not bad at camping, (y/n)!” he yells, jumping up, his shorts dripping from the river water.


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Dagobah was a planet in the Dagobah system, and one of the purest places in the galaxy within the Force. A remote world of swamps and forests, it served as a refuge for Jedi Grand Master Yoda during his exile, after the destruction of the Jedi Order. It was here that Luke Skywalker received advanced training in the ways of the Force under Yoda and would later witness his death and transformation into the Force.