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Mom Adopts a “Dog”

So y’all keep blowing up my notes with the various Family Lore stories I’ve been telling, so I guess I should tell one on my parents now.

My Mother’s Father was part of the United Auto Worker’s Union, and during the 50′s and 60′s, was on strike a lot. My point is, grandpa got himself an entirely deserved reputation for being a sucker who loved animals, so people would dump thier pets on him. Hence, my mother grew up in a house with pets such as Picket the one-eyed tomcat, Tweety the Bald canary, Dummy the cat, Stupid Son of Dummy, Spooky Garbage Dog and Chiquita the Tarantula.  Eventually Grandma put her foot down when Grandpa brought home Gerta the Saint Bernard.

I say all this because it provides some context for how the following occured.

Mom and Dad had just moved in together (my parents dated for six years and were engaged for 13 days, driving everyone on both sides insane), and unfortunately, My mother’s German Shepherd, Cops, has just passed away due to bone cancer.  After mourning for a bit, Mom and Dad decided to get a dog together, as a couple.  

For context, my father had never owned a dog in his life.  His mother had ‘Pretty Bird” the budgie as a child but parrots are alien life forms, not pets.

So they go to the Palo Alto Animal shelter to adopt.  The year was 1987, and at the time, Palo Alto was… not a great place.  Lots of drugs, gangs and poor civic managment.  Mom told me that she learned to identify different types of gunfire while living there. They get there, and mom explains that she’s always had a preference for Big Dogs, and the guy’s face lights up.  Oh Yes, he says, We have a Big Dog.  For expirienced owners, yep, adoptable today, here we’ll give you a discount even-

Somehow my parents were not suspicious about this.

They were shown to the Animal in question, a Gorgeous blue-sable beastie with pretty golden eyes who immediately pressed herself against the fence and gave them the best PUH-LEEEEEEASE TAKE ME HOME puppy eyes 100lbs of canine can do.  Mom and Dad fall in love instantly.  They sign all the paperwork and take her home for $10, and name her “Mazel” as in “Mazel Tov.”

Within the hour, it becomes clear that something is amiss.

Cops had lived with his kibble stored in a plastic garbage can in the garage for six years without incident.  Mazel figured out how to open doors and got the locking lid off the can in six minutes, horking down about four pounds of the stuff before my mother notices that it’s been weirdly quiet.  Most dogs bark at or chase squirrels.  Mazel stalked and caught one the second day, presenting it to my mother like an offering.  Mazel knew all her commands but would clearly stop to consider before obeying, and trained my dad to give her good treats within a week.  The locks on the side-yard gate were undone, and she took a stroll around the neighborhood, but always retuned home for dinner.

After a week of gradually realizing that Mazel was smarter than most of the professors my mom worked with, they took her to the Vet for a routine checkup.

Dr. Hamada walked into the exam room, dropped the clip-board and said “Where the HELL did you get a Wolf?”

After a bit of prodding and a very-angry-dr.hamada-calling-the-pound, they determined Mazel was a high-content hybrid, probably with a husky, but was going to be a lil shit her entire life.  OK, said Hamada, I don’t like destroying animals and you’ve got a lot of expirience with dogs, so I’m okay with letting you keep her, but you should keep her away from small children because her Prey Drive could kick in.

Two years later, mom got pregnant with me.

Mazel noticed instantly, and reacted by digging a large hole in the yard and catching even more squirrels for mom, because she needed the protein or something.  That what you do when the Alpha Bitch is preggers, right?  Dig a den and ply her with food?  On the advice of my grandmother, my mom stayed overnight at the hospital once I was delivered, and dad went home with a shirt that had moms and my scent on it.  Mazel spent the whole night puzzling over it.

The next morning, when mom came home with me, there was the sudden and instantaneous recognition of PUPPY!!!!!! :D:D:D!!!!! PUUUUUUUPPY!!!!!!  and Mazel turned into the most aggressively maternal being I’ve ever met.  Playing with me on the blanket, sitting under my chair at meals (I was a messy eater), sleeping under my crib, teaching me to walk by letting me hang onto her fur and shuffle around.

Dr. Hamada thought mom was a madwoman, until he saw me holding Mazel’s mouth open and sticking my face in so i could look at her teeth.  He gave up when my mom announced she was pregnant with my sister.

I’m making living with a Wolfdog sound awesome, but it did come with some drawbacks:

  • Mazel did have to be muzzled at the vets, because she had Opinions about having things stuck up her butt.
  • HAIR.  One of my chores growing up was to brush her out every week and I’d frequently end up with more hair than animal.
  • the only way we could reliably get her to stay in the yard was with an overhead tether with a STEEL cable, which she chewed through anyway.
  • Do you like waking up by being hit in the face with half a dead animal? No? Wolfdogs may not be for you.
  • More than capable of opening the fridge and eating everything if you’re not watching
  • Will get into everything if not otherwise occupied.  Including eating your tax forms.
  • Howls along with sirens at 4 AM.

PROS of growing up with a wolfdog, as a small child in the 90′s

  • I was afforded a degree of freedom normally associated with a pokemon trianer. It was no big deal for me and my sister to walk three miles through my not-really-good neighborhood to the Froyo if I took Mazel with us. People tended to leave us alone when we had 100lbs of overprotective Apex Predator following us around.
  • WINNING at Pet Day at school.  There wasn’t actually a compettion but Billy’s hamster sucks in comparison to an animal that is perfectly willing to demonstrate how she can snap an oak branch in half on command.
  • PTA moms losing their shit because Mazel would walk down the block by herself to come pick ups up from school.
  • Grew up associating the word “Bitch” with teeth and the willingness to rip an asshole’s face off for being rude.  Never changed the definition.
  • Learned the I-Own-This Strut and Murder-Stare from the absolute best.

When she was 17, Mom and Dad decided to add another room on to the house.  They rigged up the overhead tether so she could be outside but not underfoot for the contruction guys.  One morning, mom came out to notice them all milling in the side yard entrance, muttering worriedly.  When mom asked what was wrong, one of them explained that Carlos forgot to bring the Hamburger.  What do you need a hamburger for?  Asked mom, and they pointed down the side yard to where Mazel was sitting, doing her best Viscious Alpha Bitch Stare.

Apparently they’d never realized that she was on the VERY end of her tether there and couldn’t actually get to them, and had been scamming them for a big mac a day for a month.  Mom had my six-year-old sister pull her away to show she wasn’t dangerous and tired her best not to laugh but kind of failed.

Mazel ended up living to be 19 and a half, and except for some minor arthritis, remarkably hale until the day she passed away in her hole in the back yard while taking a nap.  I maintain that Death had to wait until she was sleeping to get a crack at her, or she would’ve taken his scythe for a chew toy.


I know she isn’t much, but I made an OC for the @thebbros universe hehe

This is Marnie the munchkin cat! (jumping on the bandwagon of short ocs pfft) She’s a little sweetheart who runs her own little B&B full time, just wanting to help give people a place to stay when they need it. Marnie’s a little too kind for her own good, though, always putting her guests first and making them happy, even it means staying up all night to cater to them all, or letting people stay for free if they can’t afford it (often getting taken advantage of). she doesn’t really make much of a profit, but that’s not too important to her.

Little facts!

* she rarely gets angry/really stressed, but when she does, it’s bad

*she also loves baking and enjoys giving guests complimentary muffin baskets

*when she feels nervous/awkward, she touches and re-adjusts her glasses a lot

*marnie is extremely caring and tends to ‘smother’ the guests, annoying them with how much she checks on them

*she loves old musicals/shows c:

anonymous asked:

I read your tags in your last post and.. I want to be spoiled!

Ahh I’m happy to see people interested in the idea >///<

I’m not sure what I’m supposed to spoiler because the idea is old.. I drew it a year ago I think and I improved my skills so.. I have to draw it again. I guess I’ll evaluate the possibility to draw the doujinshi ‘w’

Anyway here you go ♥

A 2D Bendy Fanfiction

An AU of 2D Bendy, inspired by @squigglydigglydoo and @shinyzango. Written and illustrated by myself, accompanied by chocolate. Enjoy!

“Dear Henry,

It seems like a lifetime since we last worked on cartoons together. 30 years really slips away, doesn’t it?

If you’re back in town, come visit the old workshop.

There’s something I need to show you.

Your best pal,

Joey Drew”


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send more! sorry this one took so long I’m also repainting an old dresser that I’m going to have in my apartment next year but rn I’m waiting for it to dry

I think ‘The Zeppo’ was one of the most important episodes of BtVS.

“I laugh in the face of danger…and then I hide until it goes away.”
-Xander Harris.

From the very first episode of, “Buffy, the Vampire Slayer”, there’s no doubting what kind of character that Xander Harris is going to be. He’s a tall, gangly white kid in somewhat shabby clothes. What he lacks in self-esteem, he makes up for with witty one-liners and a goofy sense of humor that seems to be put there to mask the real pain of his troubled home life and feelings of being unworthy. What does that make him?

The comic relief.

In most cases, the “Comic Relief” is a socially awkward outcast, who has few to no friends outside of the beautiful and powerful protagonist. They come with a veritable plethora of ‘flaws’, almost to highlight the superiority of the superpowered people they hang around and Xander Harris isn’t much different in the regard, only he’s lucky/unlucky enough to have an entire group of people who outshine him in their own, special ways.

The rest of the scoobies are unique. Buffy, with her super strength, stamina, and agility. Giles and Willow are both extremely intelligent and capable of magics. (Though Willow’s affinity for magic is stronger, and Giles relies on books where she uses to internet.) Oz becomes a werewolf, making him an unquestioned part of the supernatural. Angel and Spike are vampires, giving him strength, speed, and stamina in bounds. Anya is an ex-demon, Dawn is the Key, Tara is a witch, Kendra and Faith are Slayers, Cordelia becomes a higher power! The list goes on and on and the only one who never gets a magical destiny? Well, of course, it’s Xander.

When comparing Xander to the rest of them, it’s not difficult to understand why some fans think that they could have gotten rid of him or never had him at all, without changing much of the plot. Because he lacks superpowers, it’s easier for people to see his flaws and hold them against him, in ways that they don’t with Buffy, Willow, or Giles. They seem to share Cordelia’s view: That Xander is ‘The Zeppo’, and no one needs him. When, in fact, that’s what makes him unique.

Xander stands out from other ‘comic reliefs’ in the media because, unlike most of them, he does get his own episode. His own moment to be a hero; his own character arch that makes him stand out in spite of the actions of his friends, not just because of them.

As most of us are aware, by now, in ‘The Zeppo’, Xander is alienated by his well-meaning friends and pushed to stay out of the fighting because of an injury he sustains. In the aftermath of his breakup with Cordelia- (something that was his fault; no arguments from me there)- he feels lost and uncertain about his place in the group and tries to find himself by making friends with a residential creep, leading to him having his own adventure while the rest of his friends are trying to avert another apocalypse.

Xander doesn’t lose his status as the comic relief, though. He still makes his one-liners. He’s still goofy. He doesn’t get a superpower to defeat his bad guys, and he doesn’t get any help from the friends who are too busy trying to keep him ‘safe’ by keeping him out of the way. In the end, he’s only able to rely on himself. Nothing about him changes but our view of him. Xander is the hero of the story and so he seems more suave. More confident, in the end, when he’s confronting ‘The Big Bad’, as shown by one of his most memorable one-liners,

“I like the quiet.”

And that’s it! He wins by showing no fear. By making the other guy think. All Xander did was do what he always does and shoot his mouth off and it worked.

The real kicker of the episode comes at the end. He has the chance to tell his friends what he did; to make them see that he’s more than a weak link, or even rub their noses in it and make them feel bad for seeing him as less. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t tell them, and slides comfortably back into his role among them, even offering to get them snacks. Nothing changes.

So, why was it important?

This episode showed us, the viewer, that there was more to Xander than met the eye. That he could be a hero without any supernatural advantages and without losing who he is in the aftermath. That ordinary people could still do extraordinary things under pressure. That just because he wasn’t as strong, or as smart, or as gifted didn’t mean that he wasn’t anything. It also showed us a humble side of Xander. He keeps his adventure to himself. It was an insight to who he was as an individual instead of who he was in the group.

There are many ‘Xanders’ in the world. Awkward kids who make jokes out of life because it’s easier to laugh than it is to admit when you’re feeling useless, down, or being hurt by the people around you. People who feel out of place in their group of friends, or in their school. People who get mixed up with the wrong crowd and whose cries for help are unheard. This was an episode for all of those people; proof that they could have the spotlight on them, for once, and that they were capable of making the right choices and being brave like Xander was.

Xander Harris is an important part of the scoobies. Not a flawless one; but important nonetheless. He’s ordinary, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to help. He gets up everyday knowing that he’s weaker than them and does all that he can anyway.

Seeing that side of him was the key to understanding that. That’s why I think ‘The Zeppo’ was important.

At the start of the series, Flint is asked why he wants to save Nassau. The real answer is because of his belief in the ideals, plans, and legacy of Thomas Hamilton.

But the answer he actually gives is the Odysseus story, which - unbeknownst to him - is the future he ends up sharing with Thomas Hamilton.

Super Big Brother- [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Pregnant!Reader, Henry (OC)

Word count: 885

Warnings: Fluff, lots of it, maybe the slightest pinch of angst

Summary: It’s Dean and the reader’s second child. They have to tell their first what is going on. (Promp #44 of “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts”@deanwinchesterxreader )

A/N: This is another editions from my personal collection, the reason I’m re-doing these is because of the babby fever taking over me, and the best way not to give in to it is writing about it, or in this case edit an old fic.

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Super Big Brother

“Ok then,” you sigh and Dean nods rapidly as he speaks. “We’ll go straight to the point. We need to be direct with him, he’s a big boy.”

“Yeah,” you agree a little out of breath. “He can take it, right?” Dean eyes widen in doubt and your shoulders drop. “What if he can’t take it? Oh my goodness, he’s still a baby. My baby. This is all a mistake.”

You start to hyperventilate, Dean’s quick to rub your arms up and down. “Look at me,” he says in a sweet voice, you comply. “Is gonna be fine, he’s gonna be fine.” He bites his lower lip and you wonder how did you get so lucky.

“Okay, we’re telling him and we’ll answer any question he has.” Taking a deep breath you look back into Dean’s eyes. “What kind of questions can a three year-old make, huh?”

Dean shrugs, his arms let go of you and he pushes away from the kitchen table he’d been leaning on. You follow his lead and start walking behind him out the kitchen and down the hall.

“Wait!” you shout and run back to the kitchen, Dean stands in the middle of the corridor dumbfounded.

“Uh, sweetheart?” Dean takes a few steps your way when you rush out the door almost bumping into him, sippy cup with chocolate milk in one hand, a plate with some homemade oatmeal cookies in the other.

“Let’s go.” You nod ahead for him to lead the way one more time.

Dean’s eyes on the plate and he goes for one of the cookies. He groans when you smack his hand away away. “They’re not for you! You can have one later, I made a whole tray today.”

Dean grins like a three year-old and you roll your eyes.

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list of love interests grace hanson has had:

  • robert
  • an ex-con taking a painting class who gets real presumptuous during earthquakes
  • a dude who has committed literal cannibalism
  • the guy who plays the hot folksy old guy in literally every film or tv show that requires a hot folksy old guy, doing his best mr. rochester impression this time around
  • a middle-aged christian grey who really needs to go back to parenting his neglected son winston schmidt instead of suing grace so she will hang out with him

list of love interests grace hanson deserves:

  • someone who usually likes to be with her all the time, sometimes too much
  • but she likes that, sometimes too much
Mental Health Month:Week Four, Day Six

Things I’m excited to do.

-Go to Pride.
-Maybe get into a relationship.
-Show my old best friend that I can really live without her despite what she thinks.
-Take more art classes.
-find more music.
-Change for the better.