my dogs have my heart

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ᴰᵒ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵖᶤᵗʸ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠˑ ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃˡˡᵒʷ ᶤᶰ ˢᵉˡᶠ⁻ᵖᶤᵗʸ˒ ˡᶤᶠᵉ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵃᶰ ᵉᶰᵈˡᵉˢˢ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉˑ ⧽ 
       └ ᴰᵃᶻᵃᶤ ᴼˢᵃᵐᵘ

⧼ ᴾᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ʷᵒʳᵗʰʸ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍ ᵃˡᶤᵛᵉ ᵇʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵒᶰˑ ⧽ 
       └ ᴬᵗˢᵘˢʰᶤ ᴺᵃᵏᵃʲᶤᵐᵃ


for @kites-guardian-angel. Happy birthday ❤

anonymous asked:

Hey, what do you think of Isco going to Barca?

a) not happening,

b)

hey everyone. if i have to say “his nipples” in a disapproving voice while scrolling the web, that’s when i know it’s time to log off.

College Roommates: Part 5

Character: Dean x Reader 
AuthorDean-imagine-reblogs
Word Count: 1100-ish 
Meanings: Y/N=First Name L/N=Last Name H/C=Hair Colour B/S = Body Shape
A/N: You people are awesome sweethearts! Those who are interested are so friggin enthousiastic, again you people are awesome! And I’m gonna take 2468-dogs advice and stick to what I have :) I’ll look forward to your responses and advices!

Masterlist (including all parts of College Roommates)


It was obvious Dean was avoiding you the next couple of days. You had also found the other vase. In the trash. In pieces. You presume Dean must have knocked over the vase and afterwards put the flowers in an other one. Well at least he didn’t throw out the flowers or there would be war. Rule number two; Stay off of each others stuff.

Anyway it was fine by you. Although that did mean no more tutor sessions. You were having food problems again. You’d desperately wanted to find another job but it was so difficult to find. On the other hand you had that ‘Miss. Martinez’ which kept bugging you at the back of your mind.


It wasn’t until three days later, and still jobless, that you saw Dean.

Another girl was just walking out of your apartment as you were walking up to it, a blond  this time. When you walked in Dean was sitting on the couch and you ignored him. Walking to the fridge and grabbing yourself a beer. You don’t usually drink but this was a rough week.

Dean was watching an American football game. You sat down on the other couch quietly, drinking your beer.

“Do nerds even drink beer? Doesn’t that make it to easy for those flower giving men.” You looked at him unimpressed and responded to his question with a question. “Do jocks even remember the names of the girls they bang or do they just give them a number? Ow yeah, that was number 12, wasn’t it?” You said, pointing at the door, indicating at the girl that had just left.

He then got this really scary look over him, you had gone to far. “Better then being a beggar that you’ve got to buy stuff for to get laid. I bet you’ve never even been laid before.” He said with a low voice. “You don’t know anything.” You said. “Neither do you.” He answered glaring and you rolled your eyes, standing up and walking calmly towards the kitchen.

“Don’t come crying to me again for money, bitch.” Dean said and it went white in front of your eyes. You still had your bottle of beer in your hand and you put it down so hard on the counter that it broke.

“Are you crazy?!” Dean said and walking to you, grabbing your hand to check for cuts. You pulled your hands out of his. “Remember. I never asked you for anything.” You said.

You felt your eyes begin to water, you had to get out of there. You grabbed your stuff and left, Dean said nothing as you walked out.


After about an hour you stood in front of a normal looking house, the little sign next to the house number said ‘Miss Martinez’. You were sick of not being able to get a job, not having any food and that fight just now with Dean was the final blow. You were just going to go for it.

You walked to the door and tried to open it, not knowing if you should have knocked or ring the bell first. Lucky for you the door opened and you were met with a receptions desk with a rather sexy dressed girl around your age standing behind it.

You walked up to the desk. The girl looked at you. “Can I help you?” You felt yourself becoming a bit red. “Uhm, yeah. Are you by any chance looking for new… employees?” The girl looked you up and down. “Just a second.” The girl picked up a phone and called someone and shortly hung up again. “You can go upstairs and the first door on the right.” “Thank you.” You said, making your way up the stairs.

As you walked up the stairs you could hear all kinds of moans, begging and some smacking sounds which sounded like a whip. You quickly made your way to the said room and knocked. “Come in.” You opened the door and saw a beautiful woman, in her mid 30’s maybe, in a corset sitting behind a desk. In the room were a couple of little TV’s which showed a couple of S&M sessions. Must be for security reasons, you guessed. “Please sit.” She gestured.

You did as you were told and sat down. “So, what can I do for you Miss.?” “Ow, excuse me. I’m Y/N L/N.” You stood up and extended your hand, she took it. “I’m Miss Martinez.” “So Miss. L/N, what can I do for you?” You felt your cheeks burn up again. “I was wondering if you… were in the need of any new employees.” You said carefully.

She looked at you for a little while. “Please stand up and take off your glasses and let your hair down.” You did and she looked you up and down. After a minute indication for you to turn, making a circle. “You may sit.” You did and it was silent for quit some time as she examined you again.

“We don’t have many H/C haired, E/C eyed B/S woman around here.” Miss Martinez said. “That’s good to hear, I guess.” You said with a soft smile. The woman gave a genuine smile.

“I always have two questions for new employees.” You nodded. “One, do you have any real experience with S&M?” It was no use lying. “No.” She looked at you for a minute. “Okay and two, why do you want this job.” “I’ve got school to pay and right now I don’t have money to eat. Besides that I read on your site that you could work here at night or in the weekends and that the employees were kept anonymous to their clients.” You answered honestly.

Miss Martinez looked you up and down again. “You know what? In the beginning we can train you as a Sub. You’ll get more of a feel for it, you wont get paid for those but if you pass the first couple of sessions then you might be good enough to become a Miss. How does that sound?”

How does that sound? That means you’re in? This is getting scarily close but you can’t back down now. So you put you’re your doubts aside and smiled, reaching out your hand.

“Sounds great, I’m in.”


Part 6?x

* Come back here with my special attack!!!

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- I can’t imagine losing someone you love like that. Losing everything that you know. I’m sorry, Joel.
- That’s okay, Ellie.

Me: No man is gonna make me do anything I don’t wanna do

Jaebum in “Hard Carry” : I get everything I want

Me:Yes! Yes! Yes! You can have everything! My car, my dog, my house, my heart, my soul! What else do you want?

Originally posted by demondeanreactiongifs

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laughter in the spring <3

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A BIG thank you to everyone that was able to make it out to the first Twin Cities area Have a Hart Day event! Thanks to everyone that came, we were able to help Coco’s Heart Dog Rescue (CHDR) get far more prep done on their new facility than they had initially planned!

This is CHDR’s first ever physical facility. Not only will they now have a physical office space, and a space for potential adoption meet and greets. But this is where they will hold training for volunteers and new foster families. Hold informationals for Girl Scout and Boy Scout troops, and birthday parties. As well as have an entire room devoted to all their pet supply stock for their fosters/foster families, etc.

Together our group alone was able to get these 6 double sided shelving units scrubbed, sanded, and painted all in 4 hours. Which left more of the CHDR volunteers to paint the rest of the facility, as well as pull up all the carpet!

If you live in the Twin Cities area and are interested in getting in on the next event, keep your eyes peeled to this page and/or the have-a-hart-day page for more information on future events!