peeing like a dog

anonymous asked:

i love that sweet dog's collar bc like, if there ever was a canine steve rogers he's him

(this same anon apologized in another ask for misgendering my dog).

Thank you, she is a very good and gentle dog and she is comfortable with gender ambiguity. She pees like a boy dog and stalks squirrels like a cat.  It’s really the pitbull/labrador binary that she struggles with.  Fetch is just a confusing concept for her and we had to replace it with “what is the largest stuffed animal you can physically fit inside your mouth?” 

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“so dogs do have breakfast.” -cas probably

(inspired by cas taking crowley’s words relating to a dog’s breakfast quite literally like the precious cinnamon bun that he is)

People underestimate dogs so much like that little fella is gonna be your best friend man he’s gonna circle up on your bed when you’re sleepin and lick ur face when you’ve had a really shit day. He’ll try and eat tissues and occasionally pee on the floor and you’re gonna be like gr dog bad boy but then he’ll greet you at the door after a long day at work and u’ll be like his queen and his lord n saviour and then u won’t be so mad he ate your sandwich….you’ll just think wow, I have a best friend I didn’t even know about

In a letter to someone recovering from major surgery:
“Look for a different kind of toughness in yourself now. Like dogs that always pee on the same places, we keep going back to the same strengths (and weaknesses) in our selves whenever we’re faced with and trying to overcome new problems. But you are not the same person you were pre-illness, pre-operation. You’re someone else now with different strengths and weaknesses that resulted from that horrible experience. Whether you recognize it or not, this changed you needs a new, realigned perspective to continue. If for some reason a person can’t walk down stairs anymore, rather than waste their energy being fearful of this new limitation, better to spend that energy looking for an elevator. The same fundamental you still exists and always will, but parts have changed or shifted in profound ways that you must now discover and work from. Those old tried and true methods that got you through life in the past are no longer applicable. You should try to discard them, or at least give them less emphasis. Once you recognize and accept that, I think you’ll be on your way to new strength.
—  Jonathan Carroll
Writers and Readers:

Okay so I noticed that a few (a lot tbh) writers and readers have this issue with trying to tag someone, but their url not popping up OR it doesn’t link and notify them. As a writer and reader, this is annoying and frustrating. So here’s what you (reader) can do!

  1. Go into settings and click on your main or side blog
  2. Scroll down until you find “Privacy
  3. Make sure you have the first two switched on, like so:

But why?

  • I’ve always had the first switch on, so I truthfully can’t tell you that it will affect the tagging system. If you’re really adamant about keeping it off, then turn it off. But if you’re still not getting tagged/not showing up, then turn it on.
  • This one is a MUST. Having this turned off is basically making you nonexistent. Your url/blog will not show up in any kind of search, either from tumblr or google or whatever engine you use. If you keep it off, your url will not show up at all in the search/tagging system. Keep it on.
  • I had my blog flagged for NSFW because I would have the occasional nsfw post. For some reason (I haven’t figured out why yet) if you have this switched on, you won’t pop up in the search/tagging system. If you’re a hardcore adult-orientated blog, then it’s your choice if you want to keep your blog flagged, or be tagged in a fic.

If you (writer) still can’t tag the reader, then it might be because of:

  1. Main or side blog is protected by a password
  2. Blog is blocked (Person A cannot tag Person B because Person B blocked Person A)
  3. Tumblr is being a sack of burning shit more likely than the two above

spread to let readers know?
@after-avenging-hours (girl i saw those asks, i gotchu) @bovaria @just-call-me-mrs-captain @sebastiansin-221b @fvckingavengers @assembletheimagines @mattymattymerduck @matthewmurrdock @winchester-with-wings @mangosoldier @pleasecallmecaptain @capsbuchanan @catwomvn @stories-from-stark-tower @punkpeqqy @waitingfortherightpartner @avengersandchill @she-who-nailed-it @demonsebastian @sebbytrash @marvel-ash @bionic-buckyb @marveliskindacool @avengerofyourheart
sorry if I forgot anyone, its 4.12am ok

If Aska was a blogger, I think she would blog about her every day problems. Like, why did that dog pee on her spot? Why didn’t this dog want to play? Why can’t she have treats whenever she wants? Why does her human force her to potty when it’s cold? Whyyyy can’t she do human things?

Seriously, just look at her face.

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CHALO DOING SWEET MOVES AT A SKATE PARK

(And by sweet moves, I mean running up and down the ramps with glee and dig-dig-digging.) 

kimsnowlucy  asked:

I know this sounds bad but if it turns out the house Amber is getting evicted from smells like dog pee I will laugh after she was pissed that Farrah said that at the reunion.

lol I forgot about that 😂

Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we’re still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It’s all the same impulse. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get?

At the very least we want a witness. We can’t stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.

—  Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin