pocket classics

It’s very rare I’ve been able to get into the 20th century. When I turn from 1899 to 1900 I jump for joy. I did in “Rebecca”, I got into the ‘30’s then. I have done some modern stuff but I’m so thrilled I over-act like crazy. I’ve got pockets! I’m so used to wearing tights all the time that when I put my hands in my pockets I nearly fall over. I’m so unused to playing a modern guy. It all started because I was a classical actor, I was trained that way. When I left drama school, I wanted to do Shakespeare, I loved the words, I really fell in love with them, I loved the sound of them. So, most of my training was classical…
—  Jeremy Brett
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anonymous asked:

What do you think of Hulk the pit bull and the media portrayal of him and his breeders? Just curious

Oh boy. Alright, I think I may end up being attacked for this post, because I’ve seen that “Hulk” has quite a few huge following of supporters and I have seen that they that do not particularly like it when anyone criticizes the the dog’s breeders, but I will try my best here, I will try to tread lightly so please bare with me, thank you.

The fact is, “Hulk” is not a Pit Bull. And it would be best if we all stopped referring to him as such.

For anyone not familiar with “Hulk”, he is the record holding “World Largest Pit Bull” bred & owned by Dark Dynasty K9s. This is “Hulk”:

Let’s start with his breeders, Dark Dynasty K9s , who have probably never even seen a real APBT/Pit Bull, and wouldn’t know one if one bit them on the face.

I am not going to demonize DDK9 as dog owners, because I suppose from their photos and videos that they must love their dogs, but what DDK9 is doing as breeders is an entirely different story.

What DDK9 is doing is very irresponsible, unethical, greedy, actually, and even detrimental to the image of the real American Pit Bull Terrier and it’s potentially damaging to the millions of non-APBTs bully breeds that are falsely labeled as APBTs. And because of the size of “Hulk”, this could very well put mastiff-type breeds in the same boat as bully breeds. And “Hulk” is giving public the false impression that Pit Bulls are capable of reaching 100, 150, 175+lbs.

A lot of what DDK9 does as breeders raises countless red flags. The most immediate red flag is that they do not even know how to spell the breed of dog they are supposedly breeding. “Pitbulls”, really?

They advertise their dogs as “XL Pitbulls”, which are essentially just oversized American Bullies (or American Bully x mastiff-type mixes?).

DDK9 claims that “Hulk” and their dogs are registered with the American Dog Breeders Association (ADBA) (as well as the UKC).

However, the ADBA themselves denounced DDK9, stating that “Hulk” is not registered with the ADBA, which you can see from the screen shots below:

And as said by @thembulldawgs - Below is the pedigree of “Hulk”, and not a single APBT in sight. But we see there are plenty of American Bullies listed as being APBTs. Here is his pedigree including images of each dog.

In the pedigree of “Hulk”, you will see a “Razors Edge” dog listed by the name of “Razors Edge Payback is a Bomb” (shown below), highlighted in yellow, which is the ever so highly popular original American Bully line commonly (& falsely) referred to as Pit Bulls.

And, also “Eddington’s Wanna Be A Whopper” (shown below) with a controversial, sketchy history as either an American Bulldog or mixed breed falsely registered as an APBT in the UKC & ADBA, which you can read about here because I really do not want to delve into that.

Below are images meant illustrate the different sizes in this American Bully size chart, including the “Pocket”, “Classic”, ”Extreme”, “Standard”, and lastly the “XL” American Bully.

Because DDK9′s website does not include any of the important details about their breeding program, I decided maybe we should give them the benefit of the doubt…

And so I contacted DDK9 through email, asking them if their dogs undergo any health screenings and evaluations, what their standards are in breeding in terms of health and whether they aim to breed away from certain health issues using screening results to better their breeding program.

This is why it took me a while to get to your question, because I wanted to give DDK9 some time to respond to my email, and well it has been about four weeks now and I have not yet received a response. But if they ever do reply, I’ll be sure to post it.

DDK9 advertise their dogs as being “huge”, having “great wide chests” and that their dogs produce “monsters”. DDK9′s sole goal is to produce more of these massive, oversized American Bullies like “Hulk”, and I have just read that by breeding “Hulk” within their own kennel they are working towards breaking his current “record” as the world’s largest (fake) “Pitbull” at 175lbs with his offspring.

His pups may become XXL Pitbulls themselves when they grow up,” says americanbullydaily.com

I found that one of their breeding bitches in particular was bred twice within a year under the age of two. With how enormous these dogs are, it’s incredibly irresponsible and potentially harmful to be breeding them before they have had time to fully mature, not to mention it was at that bitch’s every heat. While this is just one example of premature breeding, surely this is a common practice at DDK9, especially considering their hurried efforts to prodce another record breaking” “Pitbull”. There is no way that DDK9 is breeding responsibly or with the health and welfare of their dogs in mind.

“Hulk” allegedly weighs 175 lbs, and is clearly overweight. Just look at this dog:

I actually wonder if his breeders have intentionally packed as much excess weight onto “Hulk” as possible, in effort to truly make him the “World’s Largest”? The poor dog is probably one wrong step or hop away from blowing a knee, and not to mention all the other health risks involved in canine obesity, especially a dog of such a massive size.

Below is an illustration highlighting the ADBA’s standard for the American Pit Bull Terrier:

The American Pit Bull Terrier’s UKC standard calls for dogs/bitches to weigh between 30 lbs and 60 lbs, and the ADBA calls for 30 lbs to 75 lbs, with 60 to 75 lbs being on the larger side which are few and far between compared to dogs/bitches of smaller sizes. The American Pit Bull Terriers is a small to mid-sized dog, an athletic breed with great physical ability.

To compare to the above photos of “Hulk”, here are some photos of real purebred APBTs:

( GR CH IV Latin Dream Kennels Beef / This Post of by @thembulldawgs )

( This Post by @apbt )

( Boudreaux’s Badger (ROM, POR) / This Post by @notapitbull )

Below, side-by-side examples of the difference between DDK9’s “XL Pitbull” (aka American Bully) and purebred American Pit Bull Terriers:

The General” is a grandsire to “Hulk”
( Borrowed from @notapibull & @thembulldawgs post here )

Examples of other APBTs, versus American Bullies:

( Borrowed from The Real APBT )

Examples of American Staffordshire Terrier (AST), American Pit Bull Terrier (APBT), Staffordshire Bull Terrier (SBT) & American Bully:

And @notapitbull has an entire tag dedicated to examples of purebred American Pit Bull Terriers here

Another huge red flag about Dark Dynasty K9 is that they “train” their “XL Pitbulls” in “protection”, in their own backyard (I cannot seem to find their credentials in this area, or any titles their dogs have earned).

DDK9 allows all of their dogs to freely socialize / interact with one another, even sometimes including clients’ dogs that are boarded at their kennel / farm.

According to americanbullydaily.com, “Additionally, he [Marlon Grennan, breeder] does not believe in separating each dog whether they are in training or not. By removing any fences, physical restrictions and barriers the dogs train and live together as a pack that teaches them how to socialize with other.

Real American Pit Bull Terriers / Pit Bulls more often than not are known for exhibiting at least some degree of dog & animal aggression, and with real APBTs it would be next to impossible for a dozen Pit Bulls to socialize, interact and roam freely without a fight breaking out. These are not Pit Bulls. And I am understating.

The media hype surrounding “Hulk” has only helped in giving his breeders more reason to charge tens of thousands to half a million by exploiting “Hulk” for stud services and his “XL Pitbull” puppies.

When the media surrounds anything canine related, it makes me terribly nervous, especially when it’s about Pit Bulls, because it tends to be more harmful than anything. When a dog bites, it’s the family’s once harmless “pibble” mix, or in the case of “Hulk”, it’s misrepresenting an entire breed and giving the public a false impression of what a Pit Bull really is.

According to www.peoplemagazine.co.za:The gentle giant is a doting father to his puppies and is even allowed to play with the couple’s three-year-old son. “Hulk has shown the world that when this breed is gentle and balanced, they can be the greatest dogs in the world,” said Grennan.”

No, instead what “Hulk” and his breeders have done for the APBT breed is that they have given the public an altered and damaging perception of the American Pit Bull Terrier as a breed.

A lot of rescue organizations that specializes in bully breeds, have even spoken out against “Hulk” and what his breeders are doing, and have called for the media to stop portraying “Hulk” and his breeders in a positive light.

By continuing to misrepresent dogs like “Hulk” as Pit Bulls, it is seriously damaging to the APBT breed, bully breeds, and to non-APBTs dogs, and just dogs in general, especially when these same non-APBT dogs are involved in dog attacks or are impounded at city pounds / animal shelters. And because of the appearance of “Hulk”, this could be potentially detrimental to Mastiff breeds such as the Cane Corso, Presa Canario, and other similar looking breeds that may find themselves in a dog attack or shelter and are mislabeled as Pit Bulls.

So, end point: “Hulk” is NOT a Pit Bull, so please stop calling him one!

Actually, it would be best if we stopped calling ALL non-pedigree bully breeds/mutts Pit Bulls.

Below are some more articles about “Hulk”

I really tried my best here, but if any others would like to chime in? @notapitbull @thembulldawgs

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The Women of the Monterey International Pop Music Festival playlist

“Picking Up The Sunshine” - Beverley Martyn || “Ball and Chain” - Big Brother and the Holding Company || “Poverty Train” - Laura Nyro || “White Rabbit” - Jefferson Airplane || “California Dreamin’“ - The Mamas and the Papas || “Dancing in the Street” - The Mamas and the Papas

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Very happy with how my Gameboy washi tape came out! I did these illustrations as an attempt to pull myself out of a bad funk in winter 2015, and I’m glad to have gotten some more use of them. This was a limited run, so be sure to grab some from my shop while they’re still around!

Been having me a think about what would happen if Present Odinson and Classic Thor ever met up

I mean, 616 Odinson and Marvel Adventures or Thor: The Mighty Avenger-flavor Thor

And discussed their Lokis. Like

Odinson: “I hate my brother. So much. So fucking much.”

Classic Thor: “Aye, truly the God of Evil is a vexing sibling. What ills has yours thrust upon you, Odinson? Just last week mine turned me into a frog, dropped the Avengers Tower into a black hole, and set fire to the state of Utah.”

Odinson: “Mine killed a child.”

Classic Thor: “Hel. What child was that?”

Odinson: “Himself.”

Classic Thor: “…pardon?”

Odinson: “Well not–not him him. His better self.”

Classic Thor: ?

Odinson: “I made him.”

Classic Thor: ??

Odinson: “The first one died trying to stop Asgard from dying. It was his own fault though.”

Classic Thor: “Verily?”

Odinson: “Very verily. But I missed him so I, you know, brought him back. But smaller and better. But it turns out that that Loki was killed and usurped by a copy of the other Loki–”

Classic Thor: “The one you were trying to bring back?”

Odinson: “Not precisely, no, but as good as. Body-snatching bastard.”

Classic Thor: “Quite loathsome. And what foul works did he use this scheme for?”

Odinson: “…he worked for our mother. And then reunited us with our sister. And freed our father from a pocket dimension prison.”

Classic Thor: “Oh. To what end?”

Odinson: “To trick us all!”

Classic Thor: “Indeed. But surely if this is the same God of Evil there must have been some more profane result.”

Odinson: “There probably was. But he was caught out and revealed.”

Classic Thor: “Ah. Then he sought revenge, aye?”

Odinson: “He stabbed our mother.”

Classic Thor: “He killed her!?”

Odinson: “Not yet, but near enough. She is poisoned.”

Classic Thor: “Poison.”

Odinson: “Yes.”

Classic Thor: “Loki used poison.”

Odinson: “I just said–”

Classic Thor: “And did not kill her.”

Odinson: “I don’t see what–”

Classic Thor: “Loki, God of Evil, used a poisoned blade upon a goddess and did not use enough poison for a killing blow.”

Odinson: “Not liking your tone, Thor.”

Classic Thor: “Forgive me, Odinson, I am unfamiliar in this dimension. Pray, where is the villain now?”

Odinson: “There.”

-smash cut to Loki in an apartment, wearing only horns, slippers, and sweatpants, ironing Doctor Strange’s Cloak of Levitation, watching Animal Planet with a mortal girl who has -10 qualms about being alone in the room with him-

Classic Thor: ???

Odinson: “…It’s an off day for him.”

Classic Thor: “Of course. Well, Odinson, I see you are truly vexed and in need of relief from that vile menace.”

-smash cut to Loki scrolling through their phone, liking Snapchat shots of Squirrel Girl, Ms. Marvel, America and Kate, an engagement photo of Billy and Teddy-

Classic Thor: “So I shall endeavor to ease your burden.”

Odinson: “My thanks to you, Thor, but I mean to wring that snake’s neck myselwhattheHelisthis.”

Classic Thor: “A trade. My Loki for your Loki. Here hold this.”

-Classic Loki is hot-potatoed to Odinson-

Classic Thor: “You are wise to the ways of this god, Odinson, and, being that I still have my hammer, I shall surely have no trouble with whatever Loki yours is. The one partaking of the frozen caffeinated drink outside yonder cafe. I have that taken care of now.”

Odinson: “Wait, that isn’t–”

Classic Thor, with the God of Stories under one arm: “I bid thee farewell”

Odinson: “The Hel are you–”

Classic Thor, punting the God of Stories through the Rift in Dimensions: “Can’t hear you”

Odinson: “Get back here you fucking–”

Classic Thor, from inside the Rift: “No refunds good luck Odin bless you goodbye”

-smash cut to Classic Loki beating Odinson over the head with the latter’s own metal arm-

Alpha pt. 3

Really wanna see where this story goes. I don’t typically plan my stories so what I write is purely something I just throw together. Hopefully, this series is a hit and not a miss.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Part One // Part Two // 

“So, are you going to the dance on Friday?”
You laid on the bed with your eyes closed, listening to the sound of the music.
Vanessa closed the book and placed it in her bag.
You couldn’t focus on the dance.
Not with everything that’s been happening as of lately.
“No”
“Why not?” Vanessa gasped.
“Anyone would be lucky to have you on their side”
“Well, I see no takers. Besides, Jackson and Lydia’s going and I don’t want to be near them”
“You could always call a certain someone who is a certain friend of a certain lacrosse player who just so happens to be a certain enemy of Jackson"
You rolled your eyes at her persistence.
Ever since the encounter in the library, you began to see more of him throughout the school. Every time he saw you, his lips would curl up into a smile which would then lead to him waving at you like a goofball in an attempt to get you to laugh.


“Nessa, I’m not going over this with you again. I said no”
“Fine. You can’t force the horse to drink, but I can lead you there”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing…”
“What did you do?”
“Not sure what you’re getting at. I’m tired, I’ll see at school tomorrow”

Vanessa left before you could grasp her intent. Shaking your head, you went into the bathroom to wash up.
When you came back, a man scanned your bookshelf, his hands in his pockets.

“You like the classics?”
“Of course”
“Why? You’re a teenager, you should enjoy movies and short videos in the span of six seconds”
“Well thanks to you, I’ll be a teenager for many years. Maybe then I’ll get the memo”
He faced you, and a shadow cast over half of his face.
“Such a feisty little thing, what makes you this way?”
“What do you want?”
“You’re going to the formal on Friday”

You furrowed your brows and crossed your arms.
Who was he to tell you what to do?
You dropped the towel and began to apply lotion on your body.
The Alpha sustained a growl in his chest as you undressed in front of him.
Your nonchalant attitude both soothed and unnerved him at the same time.
From where he stood, your soft skin looked appetizing, taunting him with a seducing song.
It was the moon that made him think this way.
He closed his eyes and tried to compose his thoughts.

“I’m not going to that stupid dance”
“You will”
“I already did what you asked, what more do you want of me?”
“Everything”
“Why are you trying to kill him? You would’ve killed him, back at the school. You would’ve killed all of them. Why not do your dirty work yourself?”

He didn’t speak nor made a motion to.
His face, or at least what you could see, remained emotionless.
He instructed you to close the bleachers while Scott was still in there.
How he couldn’t catch your scent, made the both of you curious.
It was a full moon on Friday’s yet you were more calm than usual.
You were a werewolf, no doubt. But something was different about you.
You didn’t have claws.
Grow hair on your face or ragged teeth when you were mad.
Your eyes didn’t glow but you could see in the dark better than you could before.
Your healing, hearing, and smell was stupendous, however, your transition period was way longer than the traditional sense.

“You’re going to the dance and just to spice things up, I want you to take McCall’s friend”
“Stiles? Why him of all people here in Beacon Hills?”
“Wear something nice”

Just like that, he was gone.
He disappeared in the darkness.
You pouted and crossed your arms as you realized why he hid by the shelf.
You lived next door to Danny and a certain someone just so happened to look out the window.

“I have a feeling you don’t like me too much”
Danny looked at him and went back to work.
Stiles closed his lips together and nodded.
He leaned back in the chair and turned towards the window.
Out of nowhere, he fell out and landed on the floor, “I’m fine, I’m okay”
Danny turned the page and continued to ignore him.
Stiles got up and looked towards the window to confirm what he saw.
“Oh my, I, Jesus Christ”
Y/N was beautiful.
Her curves were well pronounced, her chest made his eyes pop out of his head, and although he couldn’t see it too well, he bet that her woman was just as divine as she was.
Her mouth was moving as if she was talking but as far as Stiles could tell, no one was in the room with her.
Perhaps he’d been looking so long that he didn’t realize she had caught him peeping at her nakedness.
Stiles quickly ducked under the window and scrambled to close the blinds.
Danny furrowed his brows and stood up from his chair.
“What are you doing?” He grabbed his things and shoved it in his bag.
“I, uh, I forgot I left the shower on”
“The shower?”
“Yup, the last time I left it on my dad was ultra pissed because the water bill went rocket high”
“You’re just remembering that now? It’s been three hours”
“You ask a lot of questions, I’m just gonna–”
Stiles made his way out of the room while looking at Danny but forgot to open the door before walking into the wooden surface.
“My bad, heh,” he opened the door and fled down the stairs and out to his car.

When he was safe in his bed, Stiles kicked off his shoes and his pants so he could get comfortable.
Laying on his bed, images of what he saw drifted in his mind.
He’d never actually seen a real girl get naked before.
Not one that he’d already met.
Before he knew what was happening, his hand had already gone to his hard, rock length and began to stroke up and down.
A moan escaped his lips as he squeezed his cock causing a huge drop of pre-cum to form on the head of his prick.
Stiles took this chance to spread the pre-cum all over his shaft as he increased the speed of his strokes.
“Oh, fuck Y/N”
Pretty soon, the sound of a wet slapping noise could be heard in the room with each stroke of his long, hard cock.
He could imagine having her underneath him as he pumped himself endlessly in her warm cunt. Her moans would carry him for as long as the night, getting louder when he slammed into her so bad that she keeps cumming, screaming out his name.
“Yes, baby, just like that”
At this point, Stiles started to buck his hips against his hand, even bringing another one to increase his pleasure.
His moans got louder and suddenly he stopped thrusting and cried out, “Y/N!”
Stiles shot his cum all over his chest and stomach.
Several more spurts came out when he stroked a bit more to make sure he was completely spent.
“Shit”
He looked down at his shirt to see all the cum, now seeping through the material and clinging to his chest and stomach.
“This was my favorite shirt”
Stiles carefully took off the shirt and balled it up then threw it in his hamper.
Deciding to take a shower, he cleaned himself up and afterward he collapsed on his bed and fell deeply asleep.

**

Stiles pulled up to school in his parking spot.
He sighed and rested his head on the head rest.
Last night had been the first time he came so much.
He’d never done it using porno mags or movies.
The fact that it was all in his head made it better in his opinion.
That’s when his anxiety kicked in.
You saw him.
What would you do if you saw him in the hallways or in the library today?
Stiles groaned and hit his head against the steering wheel, “ow.”
Feeling bad enough as he did, he climbed out of his jeep, throwing his backpack over his shoulder.
“Jesus!” He closed the door to find you standing right before him.
Stiles gripped his chest as he gasped in horror.
You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the peeping Tom”
“That wasn’t me”
“How do you know what I’m talking about then?”
He looked to the side and faked a confused expression on his face, “what are we talking about?”
“You’re hurting my feelings,” you pouted.
“Did you really not like what you saw?”
“No! God, I loved what I saw–”
You smirked and dropped your hands to your hips.
Stiles realized he’d just incriminated himself.
He loosened his grip on his bag and looked at the ground, “oh, fuck me”
“Okay”
“What?!”
You chuckled at his reaction.
“How would you like to go with me to the dance tomorrow?”
Stiles looked from side to side and rubbed the back of his head.
“This is all a prank right? A huge joke?”
“No, I just figured since you’d seen me naked, it would be more than appropriate to ask you to a school dance. But if you really feel that way, then…”

You started to walk away, a smile planted on your lips.
Stiles took you by surprise by grasping your arm and pulling you to a stop.
You’d be lying if his rough actions didn’t make you drip between your legs.
“I would love to go to the dance with you,” your eyes fell down on his hand.
He still held a firm grip and in this moment, you saw Stiles as more than just some kid.
Reaching in your bag for a marker and a piece of paper, you wrote your number and name on it then folded it up.
You grabbed Stiles by his belt loops and slipped the paper in his front pocket so deep, he gasped at how close you were to his manhood.
In a sultry whisper, you brought your mouth close to his ear, “Pick me up at 7:30”
To seal the deal, you kissed just behind his ear, the action making him drizzle in his pants.
Stiles watched you walk away, leaving him alone in the student parking lot with a wet spot in his boxers.
Heading over to the gym, a hand wrapped around your neck, the pressure building.
Instinctually, you wheezed and grabbed at the hand.
“Making young boys soil their pants in a school parking lot, is far from acceptable”
Struggling to speak, you managed somehow, “it got, the, job done, didn’t it?”
Your Alpha thought for a moment and nodded.
“I suppose it did,” he let go, making you almost fall to the ground gasping for your breath.
“Well done, puppy”
“Puppy? Is that some sort of kink?”
“I think you’re ready to hear the rest of the plan”
“Right now?”
He gestured towards the parking lot and you followed him.

**

“If you compliment me one more time, I am going to explode”
Stiles closed his mouth and sat back in the chair.
He meant well, you knew that.
Almost every guy in the gym was looking at you.
They all made remarks about how you and Stiles were together, wondering how a guy like him could pull off a chick such as yourself.
Truth be told, you didn’t know.
The two of you got immersed in a conversation and it somehow led to the topic of sex.
“Well don’t you remember your first time?”
Stiles looked down at his hands, avoiding your eyes.
“Hey, are you a virgin?”
He cleared his throat and pulled on his collar.
You raised your eyebrows.
As sweet as he was, this kid was a virgin?
Then again, his sassiness and major tendency to piss people off could’ve been a key factor.
One that you adored.
“I seriously didn’t think it possible for me to like you more”
You gave him a smile making him return it.
He gazed into your eyes then drifted his attention to your lips.
“Come on,” you stood up and gestured for his hand, “let’s dance”
After sweat started to pool your forehead, you made a pass to the restroom.
On your way there, you saw a frantic Lydia wandering the halls.
Alright, follow the plan.
“Are you looking for Jackson?”

Lydia whipped around her heels.
She didn’t even flinch when she saw it was you.
Anger boiled inside of you but you let it go.
Nothing would soothe you better than knowing what was next.
Your bully would soon get her recompense.
“I saw him go towards the lacrosse field”
Lydia bumped your shoulder and marched over there.
A smile fell on your lips.
When you went back to Stiles, he was nowhere to be found.
Was I just stood up, you thought.
You took a seat at your table and focused on your hearing just like your Alpha taught you.
A scream ensued and Stiles yelled.
You guessed he went looking for Lydia and he witnessed your Alpha hurting Lydia.
A sharp ping went in your brain.
You lost your interest in Stiles.
He still had a crush on that wretched human being.
Grabbing your things, you headed over to the parking lot and headed home.
The flashing lights of an ambulance and a few police cars made you smile.
It has begun.

Part Two // Part Four //