running stick

And she’d be standing next to me [x]

(Woo! Leslie actually did some semi-finished artsy stuff!)

  • person: how can you keep that in your ROOM? it wants to kill and eat you!! it's vicious!!
  • my snake: (balls up because I wiggled her feeder at her)
  • my snake: (balls up because she saw a paper towel)
  • my snake: (balls up because she saw her reflection)
  • my snake: (periscopes too high and falls over dramatically, balls up and peeks around like "WHO DID DAT")
  • my snake: (hides in my bra for warmth)
  • my snake: (puts her own head under a running faucet and sits there for ten years) (it feels nice I guess?)
  • my snake: (rubs her chin all over my hand until I scratch the itch)
  • my snake: (gets stuck inside a paper towel tube, balls up when I free her from it, immediately goes back in)
  • me:
  • me:
  • me: totally agree

anonymous asked:

My dream dog is a Newfoundlander, and I have a responsible breeder already picked out for when I have a big enough yard and a steady job, but I'm finding it hard to find much info on them. Opinions?

They are a relatively rare breed owing to their size, fur and drool, but I have known a few of them over the years.

These dogs are just… messy.

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They are big they seriously shed and they drool like a running tap, which essentially sticks that shed hair to every available surface like glue. This is a breed so fundamentally unsuitable for my personal lifestyle that I swiftly change the topic every time the boyfriend brings up that he wants one. Speaking of changing topics, lets look at them from a medical standpoint. You may want to make yourself a cup of tea, this will be a long post.

Hips are a major issue with this breed. The Orthopedic Foundation for Animals ranks their hips, as a breed, as worse than the notorious German Shepherd. Worse again, symptoms of hip dysplasia are often aggravated by the increased size or weight of the animal, and this breeds is one of the largest ones. This causes pain and suffering. 25% of them are estimated to have dysplastic hips, with only 8% estimated to have ‘good’ hips.

Elbows are another weakness for this giant breed. Again around 20-25% of these dogs are estimated to be afflicted with elbow dysplasia. Some unfortunate individuals with have both elbow and hip dysplasia, leaving them without a good leg to stand on. Problems often develop by18 months of age, and will cause pain for the dog for the rest of its life.

Tears of the cranial cruciate ligament are also fairly common, due to sheer size and probably other orthopedic dodginess. If not treated surgically this will cause severe lameness and arthritis in the joint.

By the way, if you were wondering about the costs of these surgeries to patch up a Newfoundland skeleton, you’ll probably spend $2.5-3k on the dysplastic elbows, $2.5-3.5k per cruciate tear, and between $1.4k and $7k each side for the dysplasitc hips, depending whether they are diagnosed young, or so late that only a total hip replacement will help. Just so you know.

The consequences of leaving these conditions untreated is arthritis far sooner in the dog’s life than is fair. Some dogs will be unable to walk without daily medication from 4 years of age. Many will be put to sleep simply because their  mobility has become so impaired that they can no longer to doggy things.

Do you need a break? Because we’re not even halfway through yet.

Originally posted by sternenpalast

Personally, I have a thing against bad eyes. I can’t stand eyes that look painful, it gives me the heebie-jeebies. These poor dogs, as you probably have guessed, are prone to multiple eye conditions.

While they do get cataracts, 3rd eyelid gland prolapse and ectropion, the biggest one that concerns me is entropion. This means that the eyelids rolls inwards towards the eye. This means that instead of lovely, soft, moist conjunctiva touching the eyeball, you have prickly eyelashes or haired skin. These prickly hairs rub against the eyeball, constantly, and will cause pain, inflammation, corneal ulcers and secondary effects of healing them.

That’s just constant irritation and pain. It requires surgery to fix, again.

They also get subaortic stenosis (SAS) far too frequently.This heart condition is congenital, it’s present at birth but is often not apparent until 4+ months of age, just long enough to get that puppy well loved in a new home. While it can be managed with medication or heart surgery, only 25% of affected dogs live for more than 4 years. It can cause fainting and sudden death.

(Thanks Richard for picture)

That’s not a great disease to have running through the breed. If they don’t succumb to that heart disease young, they may also get dilated cardiomyopathy when they’re older. You know, because one heart disease wasn’t enough.

Also located under that shaggy mess of drool covered fur is another genetic disorder that can cause them to excrete cystine into their urine, resulting in urinary crystals or great big bladder stones that may require more surgery.

And of course these big, deep cheted dogs are a classic breed that gets Gastric Dilatation Volvulus (GDV aka Bloat) which can happen without warning, leaving you with a choice of either major, expensive surgery or euthanasia.

Working towards the outside of this giant breed, their thick fur might look cute, it it takes maintenance. Prepare for everything you own to be liberally coated in dog hair.

They are also profuse droolers. Their flappy jowls produce some of the most drooly dogs I’ve been, often soaking their own chest fur.

Which brings me back to Hot Spots, (aka moist dermatitis). Persistently wet skin, especially on a thick coated breed that loves water like the newfoundland, A hot spot can be huge and they spread rapidly, sometimes affecting the whole neck. Because these dogs often have some degree of skin folding there, that makes the problem even worse. The same issue happens at the other end if they have diarrhea. And being in Australia, in Summer, when more people than usual take their dogs swimming, there is also a high risk of flystrike in that constantly wet fur with infected skin. Don’t think about that too much.

These dogs are far from being an ‘easy keeper’ and in my experience the estimates lifespan of 10-12 years that one often sees on the internet s a bit optimistic. I do know people who are addicted to this breed and just can’t live without one, but it’s important to know what you’re getting into and I would strongly recommend looking into pet insurance for this breed.

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anonymous asked:

'Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?' With Warren x Alex x Reader? I love the dynamic

i do too, and that’s why i love writing for my favorite boys! <3

warren + alex + “why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash”


You’re not stupid. Having a pretty active sex life with two men calls for all sorts of contraceptives. You had yet to get around to getting an IUD, so for the entirety of your relationship, you’ve been on the pill.

Again, you’re not stupid. You’re just stupid for forgetting to take it.

So that’s how you ended up in your current predicament: sitting on the toilet, knee bouncing up and down out of nerves. Your eyes are glued to the stick, running your free hand through your hair anxiously.

“How much fucking longer?” You whisper to yourself, standing up from the toilet. You rest your hands on the edge of the sink, and take a look at yourself in the mirror.

If you are pregnant, what the fuck will you do?! You’re far from being ready to becoming a parent. How would you break it to the boys that you’re pregnant? How the fuck-

You’re ripped from your thoughts as the timer on your phone goes off, and you take a deep breath before looking at the results on the test. And much to your relief, there’s only a single red line, indicating that you’re not pregnant.

You literally let out a breathy laugh, fully processing the fact that no, you’re not pregnant, and you won’t have to deal with nine months of hell and a screaming baby. You grin at yourself stupidly in the mirror, mindlessly tossing the test in the trash can. A stressful day like this, calls for lunch at your favorite café down the street. The boys should be home before you, they can fix up a sandwich of their own.


When Alex and Warren get home from the Mansion, they’re gross and sweaty from training the recruits. Alex says he’ll make them a snack, and Warren will shower first.

As Warren’s stripping off his clothes, his wings accidentally knock the soap by the sink into the trash. Sighing, he leans down in the trash to pick it up. When he grabs it, the little white stick catches his eye - and there’s no denying that it’s exactly what he thinks it is.

“Alex?” Warren calls out to the other room, peering down at the pregnancy test. “Why is there a pregnancy test in the garbage?”

You decided to stop off at the pharmacy to get a refill of your birth control and some condoms, because honestly? The pregnancy scare is enough to make you want to remain celibate for the next year.

As you unlock the door, you’re humming happily to yourself as you walk through the door. The boy’s shoes are on the rug, and you call out their names.

“Alex, Warren, I’m home!” You announce, toeing off your shoes. As you set the groceries on the kitchen counter, you freeze when you see Alex and Warren anxiously sitting at the table.

“What’s up, guys? Bad day at the Mansion?” You ask, walking towards to where they’re sitting. You wrap your arms around Alex’s shoulders and drop a kiss on his head.

Alex just sighs and turns around.

“Baby- how come you didn’t tell us-” He begins, struggling to find the words. “How come you didn’t tell us you thought you were pregnant?”

You unlatch yourself from Alex and feel your heartbeat pickup out of the confrontation. Warren stands, and moves to rub your arms out of comfort.

“I just- I just didn’t want to freak you guys out or anything,” You begin, as Alex joins the two of you. “I was just feeling sick in the mornings and- fuck, I don’t know, I just- I’m just not ready to be a Mom. I was going to tell you guys later.”

Warren just smiles softly and brings you in for a hug, dropping a kiss to your temple. Alex joins in too, ducking down to kiss your cheek.

“That’s understandable, baby girl,” Warren assures you, pulling back so that you’ll look at him. “And if I’m being honest, I’m not too sure I’m ready to be a dad yet.”

“Same goes here,” Alex adds, causing you all to chuckle. “I’m not ready at all.”

You lean up on your tippy toes to kiss them both, and you say,

“Thanks for understanding, guys. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys sooner.”

“It’s alright, baby, just know that we want to be here for you if this ever happens again, okay?” Alex reassures, kissing you one more time. “Now, I made a bunch of sandwiches. So how about we call it a day and watch some TV?”

You chuckle and agree, and as you walk into the living room with your plate, you hear Warren announce,

“I didn’t even know Costco sells bulk packs of condoms!”

Drying Off - Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: Can you do a fic where Jason’s SO gets caught in the rain without an umbrella and comes home dripping wet (stringy hair, squeaky shoes, etc.) and Jason thinks she is the cutest thing ever. (I don’t really know where to go with this prompt after that. Sorry if that isn’t enough) (requested by anon)

“Jason can you throw me a towel? I don’t want to track water all over the place.” You called as you entered the apartment. You had a desperate urge to wring out your hair and you felt like a drowned rat. Ten percent chance of rain, they said. Clear and sunny all day, they fucking promised.

“What water?” Jason asked as he rounded the corner with your requested towel in hand. He stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw you dripping wet with your makeup running and your clothes sticking to your flesh. “I see…I think you’re going to need more than one towel.” He said with a chuckle before tossing you the towel. You wrapped the towel around your hair and wring it dry. While Jason walked back the way he came to get you a couple of more towels you started unbuttoning your sopping wet shirt and removed your heavy damp jeans.

“Ugh. I really should start carrying an umbrella everywhere I go.” You complained. “It’s even fucking soaked through my bra.”

“Well you could just take it off.” Jason suggested, handing you another towel with a wink. You rolled your eyes at him and continued undressing.

“You’re incorrigible.” You giggled.

“It’s one of the many reasons why you love me and you know it.” He grinned, reaching over and ruffling your wet stringy hair.

“Damn straight.” You agreed playfully slapping his hand away from your hair.

“Come on babe, let’s go get you dried off.” He encouraged leading you further into your apartment, wrapped in towels and still very damp.

“Will you make me soup?” You asked, a cold shiver running down your spine. Jason responded by taking you in his arms and rubbing your shin in hopes to create some warming friction.

“Yes, I’ll make you soup and cuddle with you until you’re overheating and can’t stand me anymore.” Jason promised in return.

Marinette’s Brother Au Part 3

I finally got to write something that I first started just for the sake of writing it :) I love this part.

Part 1       Part 2


Two akuma’s in a single day!? Was Hawkmoth trying to kill his sister??? The akuma report sounded on the TV when Tyler was sitting with his sister in her hospital room. Marinette looked towards the screen panicked as she tried to sit up only to fall back onto her bed with a groan. Tyler refused to let her go out as ladybug, in her current condition she wouldn’t be able to handle an akuma. Tyler did the one thing he could to keep his sister safe. He found a sterile suturing needle and pierced one of his ears with two separate holes. He grunted as he threaded the hooked needle through his ears. Ignoring the feeling of stick blood running down the side of his neck he jammed the earrings through the newly made holes and through trial and error and some correction from Marinette finally called on the Ladybug transformation. Marinette wanted to stop him but in her state there was little she could do so she made him promise to be careful and to tell Chat Noir that Ladybug was okay but wouldn’t be around for a few days. So Tyler swung haphazardly through the city to fight an akuma.

Tyler crash landed on a rooftop next to Chat who nearly jumped into the air when he saw someone else donning ladybug’s mask. Chat’s eyes widened in alarm before anger set in. Chat jumped on him gripping the fabric of the suit at his chest and holding the baton above his face with the other hand. Chat glared fiercely at him.

“Where is Ladybug and what have you done to her,” Chat growled. Tyler smirked barely suppressing a laugh.

“Cool it Adrien, I’m just filling in for today,” Tyler said with a little too much satisfaction. Chat’s eyes opened up as his jaw fell open.

“T-Tyler!?” Chat squawked.

“My identity you figure out in thirty seconds and you still can’t figure out Ladybug’s? You’re dumber than I thought pretty boy,” Tyler chuckled. Chat finally released Tyler’s suit and took a step away from him. Tyler straightened squaring his shoulders and looking over at the blonde boy with humor in his eyes.

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Before Asking

Not really an FAQ, but just a thing for people to reference once I get the theme up and running. So just gonna stick this here for a while.

“Who is the Mun?”

You can call me Micchi! I’m 17 and in my final year of high school, so there may be times where I go on hiatuses to study.

“I sent in my questions ages ago. Why haven’t you answered?”

Buddy, you are one in a few hundred people. I’m one person, it’s not possible for me to answer every question sent in. There is roughly a 15% chance that you’ll get answered, depending on how good your ask prompt is. Answering every person is not my priority. I put a lot of love and care into my work so that people will enjoy it, so it takes a lot of time and effort. I’m only human guys.

“Can I make a badlydrawn for another character as well?”

Sure thing! Try to get a character that hasn’t got a blog yet. If it has, consult with the blog owner. They may let you be twinsies.

“Is Victuri canon on this blog?”

Hell yeah.

“Can I post your art on other sites/use it as my icon?”

That’s a tricky one. You see I don’t sign my art, which is already a red flag on my part. I would prefer it if you don’t repost my artwork. ESPECIALLY without credit. If you really want to post it somewhere, please message me on the tumblr messenger (NOT THE INBOX) to get my permission. You can use my art as your icon if you would like! Credit is not entirely necessary, but it would be cool if you did that.

“How do I know if my ask has already been asked and answered?”

Well, while I don’t suggest it, you can go through my blog and find out, though I don’t think you’d want to lol. Your ask will probably just not get answered. Don’t feel bad, just send in another if the box is open.

“Why is the ask box closed?”

Nine times out of ten it’s gonna be because of an ask overflow. When the amount of asks gets too high I’ll need to shut it and organise into ‘to be answered’ and ‘delete’. The ask box may be closed for a few days before I clear out, but I’ll still be active during that time. Unless I’m on hiatus due to school work, I should be actively cleaning out the inbox at all times.

“There’s something wrong with the blog/technical difficulties”

Tell me! Message me immediately! The faster I am notified, the better!

“I’m an ask/badlydrawn blog too. Can I interact?”

Absolutely! Please do!