the one when she's with a dog

I love Isabelle and I think we all agree that she is by far the most compassionate and hashtag woke out of the Shadowhunters, but she still was raised to believe herself superior to Downworlders and it really shows sometimes (killing vampires without remorse when she+gang broke into Hotel Du Mort, endangering Simon and Raphael by nearly exposing them to sunlight, now the “good dog” line).

I want to believe that writing her like that is intentional and that the writers are aiming to show that even The Good Ones© can be blinded by their privilege and internalized prejudice, but with their treatment of the Clary&Dot ordeal, I’m not so sure of what to expect.

On this same line, I hope Magnus/someone is gonna call Alec out on the fact that he’s just as bigoted and prejudiced as he was at the beginning of the show, Magnus being the only Downworlder he treats like an equal.

Shadowhunters has already done the “magical creatures as allegory for real life minority” better than most other fantasy media by actually having most Downworlders be played by actors of color and most Shadowhunters be played by white actors, but they need to really address all the nuances of this situation if they want to make something worthy out of this metaphor, plus acknowledge the unavoidable White Savior© narrative surrounding Clary.

turnandchasethewind  asked:

#9 angst prompt for wickoff

#9 “Don’t look at me like that.”

NOTE: This isn’t angst. But you and I already discussed this. Somehow I got an angst prompt and it’s the one time I ended up not writing angst so here we go. Buckle up for the weirdest, most tense, non-fluffy fluff ever. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” The clerk at the counter cleared his throat and Kady looked up from the floppy, stuffed dog she was staring at. There was just one. He sat in an empty basket near the check out counter of the pharmacy she’d stopped in for extra cigarettes and a fresh bottle of scotch. 

Those seemed to be the only two things Julia ever wanted, no matter how peaceful their world had gotten since Reynard’s death at their hands. Kady had always thought maybe all the smoking was an angst thing that Julia would fade out of when things had settled back down. But she figured that would require Julia to fade out at all and for someone who always appeared so careless, Kady knew Julia wicker was all the way on all the time. 

“Sorry.” Kady muttered, realizing she had even spoken to the toy dog out loud. Without saying anything else, she picked it up from the basket and stuck it on the counter, paid the clerk and left, bag in one hand, floppy stuffed puppy in the other. 

“You’re something else, you know.” She mumbled to it again, staring back at its large, plastic brown eyes. “I didn’t ask for this.” 

Kady shoved the dog into the bag too and walked the rest of the way home, through the rainy streets of New York. Home was a new apartment that she’d eventually convinced Julia to invest in. They shared rent and shared clothes and shared a scotch glass most of the time and even if they had two beds, they always shared Kady’s. Julia said it was because Kady’s bed was bigger, softer. For reasons Kady wasn’t clear on Julia had gotten the hardest, most miserable bed she could get her hands on. She sometimes thought Julia just liked to suffer for dramatic effect. But Kady didn’t mind. A bed was something she didn’t go half way on. Kady had spent half her life sleeping on shitty beds, on floors, on things that belonged to other people. This was hers and it was well equipped with four of the best pillows she could find and perfectly chosen white sheets and blankets. She’d contemplated getting colored ones but there was something stunning about waking up to Julia Wicker, dark hair, loose curls, heavy eye lids, wrapped in white linen. It was why she never closed the blinds. The morning sunlight was always perfect and woke her too early. But not Julia. When Julia slept she slept through anything. Kady filed that away under ‘one of those things she would never, ever complain about.’

At the door to their apartment, Kady shook herself off, pulling the small dog out of the safety of the plastic bag. Her hair was more wild than usual, the rain breathing a life into it that it seemed to suck out of the rest of the city. She pressed the door open and found Julia where she’d left her, one knee pulled into her chest, the other draped over the side of an arm chair as though she needed to take up more space. She turned when Kady came in but didn’t stand or say anything. Kady smiled, a half hearted sort of hello that tried its best to be casual. She dropped the bag of scotch and cigarettes to the ground by the foot of the arm chair and tossed the stuffed dog in Julia’s lap. 

“What’s this?” Julia’s eyebrows wrinkled and she smiled a little for the first time in two days. Or something. Kady wasn’t counting, of course. 

“He was at the store.” Kady shrugged.

“And now he’s in our living room?”

“Sure, yeah.” Kady felt ridiculous and leaned down to pick the scotch back up and make herself busy opening the bottle. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Julia turn the dog over, looking at its face. “I don’t know. He was on the counter and he looked sad… He kept looking at me.”

Julia laughed. Short, stilted, even a little hollow but she laughed. Kady looked up at her again and found Julia actually looking back, amusement and the shadows of an eye roll shoved together with freckles and big, sad, brown eyes. Kady shook her head. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Ivy League. I didn’t ask for this.”

I can’t stop thinking about all the random stupid shit I’d have to buy to accept the redbeard stuff in sherlock! even apart from the (most egregiously inconsistent) fact that sherlock is thinking about water when he never had any idea the child died in a well, 1) eurus told moriarty this information and he….sat on it for years? 2) somebody made a dog bowl for the dead child? 3) mycroft was never like “yeah sherlock so about that time your friend died—what do you mean, dog? you never had a dog” 4) if mycroft put eurus in the prison after she killed the friend he was like….fourteen? fifteen? how’d he swing that one 5) medical doctor john watson: “yeah I’m in the well with some bones. what kind of bones? idk small ones”

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I suffer from severe migraines, cluster headaches, and neck pain. My triggers could be anything from a slight change in the weather to stress or loud noises, but not always does any one thing trigger a full blown migraine. I read your page about the scents, but I'm not sure what exactly that means? Are you talking about using a sample of saliva ? or sweat? I would like to train my dog how to recognize when I'm about to have a migraine. Both for her and for me, she's 4 months old.

Hi Anon! 

For scent articles, saliva samples are best. Whenever you get a migraine, take a cotton ball and place it in your mouth to soak up some saliva. If possible, make sure you wait at least an hour or two after eating or brushing your teeth. You can freeze these samples for training at a later date. Samples last up to 3 months when frozen, but I don’t like to keep mine longer than a month if possible. 

Good luck with the training process! If you have any questions, feel free to ask :)

~ Lex (& Faith)

My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:
1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?
Of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
‘They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.’ I asked you what you were afraid of.
'spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy s**t, space.’
I asked you if you liked dogs.
'I have three.’
I asked you what you do when it rains.
'sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.’
he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
'how about you?’
me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

A few months back I was at a party and saw this cute dog. It was obvious that his owner was a bit obsessed with him (I mean he was at a party in France). I started talking to her and it wasn’t until maybe 30 minutes went by that I realized who she was. Even after she said her dogs name was Gary Fisher. Maybe it was just too much for me. Princess Leia was a character in a movie that I saw before I knew the distinction between movies and real life. So, having Princess Leia in front of me and talking to me gave my body a bit of a shock. Anyway, I would usually keep a photo like this one private but it is such a real honest moment of a real human and her dog, Gary. She was just hanging out at a party having a nice time. When I realized who she was I went into fangirl black-out so I’m not sure if I told her that I was a fan, that I had a crush on her or that I read one of her books. I’m not sure if I thanked her for her honesty in that book or the entertainment she provided for me. But I think I did… Carrie Fisher & Gary Fisher Cannes 2016 #RIP

(x)

Moana
  • Aries: Maui; stubborn as shit but lives for the applause
  • Taurus: Tui; man-hoe that sucks ass at expressing emotions but somehow people love him anyway
  • Gemini: Kakamora; looks like a harmless fruit but has spikes n shit n a scary face
  • Cancer: Te Fiti; mom of all, except when she turned into a fire-breathing rock
  • Leo: Tamatoa; shiny shiny shiny gold digga
  • Virgo: Heihei; dumb as fuuuuuq but tries
  • Libra: Sina; john ceeennaaa aka sinnamon roll n hella shady but has good eyebrows
  • Scorpio: Te Ka; misunderstood ball of fire who just wants his heart back
  • Sagittarius: Pua; basically a dog that makes bacon
  • Capricorn: The Ocean; does not know kindness, always finds a way to mess w shit and is always right
  • Aquarius: Moana; listens to literally no one except for fucking water
  • Pisces: Gramma Tala; crazy stingray mama
Euros killed Redbeard

Like Sherrinford in canon, Euros was the oldest of the Holmes’ siblings. When Sherlock was very young she started showing signs of being mentally unstable. Then one day she killed the family dog Redbeard. Animal abuse is a classic early childhood sign of a sociopath. Sherlock’s parents tried to protect Sherlock from the truth by telling him that Redbeard was sent away to a nice farm (as was stated in one of Moffat and Gatiss’ interviews). Shortly after they sent Euros away to a mental institute called Sherrinford. 

Sherlock is traumatized by the dog’s death. He justifies the situation by telling himself the dog was put down. He was young enough to change his memories to fit what he wanted to remember. But somewhere deep in his mind he knows that the connection between his dog’s death and Euros disappearance from the family is linked.

The family never mentions Euros to Sherlock again and Mycroft tells him stories about the “East Wind” which are actually symbolic of his scary older sister.

This is why Sherlock associates Redbeard with the “ghosts” of his past and why the dog is one of Sherlock’s pressure points and why Mycroft has ‘Redbeard’ written in his notebook about Sherlock.

Mycroft is still keeping tabs on Euros. Mycroft says in tld that “Sherlock gone rogue is a legitimate security concern” and “the fact that I am his brother changes absolutely nothing”. He then hints that he has done this before with another sibling… Euros. As a murderer is also a legitimate security concern and Mycroft also uses his position as the British Government to check up on her.

We are led to believe that Sherrinford is the 3rd brother when it is actually the place that Euros is kept. Mycroft regularly ‘calls Sherrinford’ to check that his sister is still safely imprisoned there.

Lady Smallwood: “Do you still speak to Sherrinford?”

Mycroft: “I get regular updates.”

Mycroft: “And?”

Mycroft: “Sherrinford is secure.”

He is saying that Sherrinford the institution is secure but his security team doesn’t see that Euros is actually with Sherlock that night. Mycroft thinks Sherlock is just on drugs.

What about the “Miss Me” note?

Euros was working with Moriarty from the beginning. Remember how is TRF Moriarty had Sherlock’s entire life story. Mycroft tells John that he was the one who gave this information to Moriarty. But for someone who is always trying to protect Sherlock this is very out of character. It was actually Euros who gave the information. Mycroft knows this but is still trying to protect Sherlock from his sister’s existence.

My dog is a German Shorthaired Pointer, meaning she has a very narrow waist and a deep barrel chest, like a greyhound. She’s not a huge dog by any means, but her deep chest means that she has to wear XXL jackets/blankets (her fur is short and she’s easily chilled). We stopped by the pet store today to see if we could find a nylon jacket for her that wouldn’t catch on branches when we’re in the woods. There was only one style in stock that fit our needs.

The attendant looked around and then turned to us sadly. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “All the grays are sold out. We do, um, have this pink, though. He wouldn’t like that but… it’s warm, I guess.” She put the pink jacket back without waiting for us to consider it.

“Hang on. I’ll take a look at that,” said my mother. “It’s a little baggy…”

“Actually, that’s how it’s supposed to fit,” said the attendant. “Too bad it isn’t gray! I could let you know when we get more in stock. People just buy ‘em right up. Wait… is he a boy or a girl dog?”

“She’s female,” said my mother.

“Oh, well then, just perfect! Here, go ahead. She’ll love the pink!”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Oh, I dunno about that. She’s really butch.”

The attendant didn’t get my joke. I was unsatisfied and had to wait until we got back to the car to complain about the absurdity of canine gender expression. They can’t even see pink!

9

Various photos of my 3 year old Doberman Pinscher Grace. She’s super spoiled, loves pillows and frisbee, and has her own bed (but still sleeps on my bed when no one is home). She sits on the back of the couch bc she thinks she is tiny like my miniature pinscher but also thinks she’s a people. She talks a lot and I love her.

me and @poppypomfrey​ were talking and hc that lily like. REFUSES to call sirius by his last name no matter how casual she’s tryin to be bc one time she saw him flinch when avery said ‘hey, black!’ and so now she calls him by literally any other colour 

  • “eat shit cyan’
  • “Maroon I got your test mark’
  • “Cornsilk here use my hair-tie’
  • “Aquamarine stop fucking DRAWING on my CHARMS NOTES” “that’s nice periwinkle’
  • “LISTEN UP HOT PINK’
  • “crimson omg do you remember last night when melanie griffiths called you a shit-eating asshole because i do and it was excellent’
  • ‘turquoise pass me a bagel’‘’tan i literally bet you ten gaellons that gramophone isnt spelt ‘grammar phone’ you absolute arse’
  • “oi orange! tell potter to met me by the fourth floor staircase!”“violet hold my beer i KNOW i can flip of this table”

One day when my mother was a young child, she leaned down to kiss a neighbor’s dog and it bit her cheek. The bite bloodied her, and the dog was taken in for observation to see if it might have rabies.

Two girls in the neighborhood started teasing my mother. “Ha ha ha, you have rabies! You have rabies! They’re going to have to put you down!”

My mother wouldn’t stand for that, and bit both girls on their stomachs, drawing blood. She stood up, smiled, and said, “Now YOU have rabies TOO!”

luv me some gay space robots………

Dating Sam Winchester Headcannons

Dating Sam Winchester would Involve:

  • Playing with his hair
  • Reading books with him on rainy days
    • Having hot cocoa while you read
    • Sharing the same blanket
    • Sometimes you read the same book and discuss it
  • Staying up late into the night doing research with Sam
    • If you fall sleep he’ll carry you to bed
  • Sam trying to get you to eat healthier
  • You trying to get Sam to sleep in 
  • Sam buying you a cute jogging suit in hopes of you joining him
  • Dean constantly picking on the two of you
  • Piggyback rides when ever you want them
  • Sam always looking out for you
  • He can not be away from you over night, because the last time he stayed away from his girlfriend over night she died
  • He always sleeps with an arm draped over you
  • Since you can’t have a real puppy you have a pretend one 
    • annoying the hell out of Dean with it
    • “Sam, we can’t go yet, we need to get Scooby in the car!”
    • “Oh my god guys, enough with the freaking dog!”
    • “Dean, don’t be insensitive! C’mon (y/n), let’s find him.”
  • Soulless! Sam not really caring about you, and it breaks your heart
  • When Sam is better he makes sure to make up for it
  • Sam calling you shorty no matter your height, ‘cause you’re still short to him
  • Sam eventually getting you to workout, but you only really go to see him shirtless.
  • Steamy make out sessions where Sam runs his big hands all over your body
  • Hickies
  • Shower sex
  • Slow sex after particularly taxing hunts
  • Dealing with Dean’s teasing every time you guys get a separate room from him
  • You’ve gotten kidnapped quite a few times and Sam nearly goes crazy every time
  • Sam making you get an anti-possession tattoo
  • Your fights never get bigger than a few eye rolls and rude comments
  • Falling asleep on Sam’s lap during the ride home
    • He would stroke his fingers through your hair
    • Dean would pretend to be disgusted, but he would be happy for his baby brother
    • Sam telling Dean how much he loves you
  • Sam being the first to say I love you
    • it comes fairly quickly, but he knows that he does love you
  • Sam subconsciously braids your hair a lot
  • He can pick up if your feeling sad in a heart beat
  • He’ll do anything he can to make feel happy and comfortable
  • He laughs at your puns only because he knows you think they’re funny
  • You like teasing Sam a lot
  • Any time something bad happens to him you panic until he’s okay again
    • When he was supposed to be in the pit you didn’t sleep until he came to you and told you the story a few days later
  • You do everything for him when he’s hurt despite his protests, because you know he downplays his pains
  • Nothing ever comes between you guys
  • You fully trust each other
  • You keep each other sane

Okay but imagine that Sirius and Remus end up sharing a flat after graduating, or a small house, or something. Every once in a while Sirius likes to turn into Padfoot, just for fun, and they go for a run or play in the snow or head down to the park. Remus is uncertain at first but Sirius just loves it so much that he can’t say no.

One day their little old neighbor stops Remus when the two are out roughhousing in the snow and she just says, “Your friend doesn’t like your dog much, does he? It’s like he disappears the moment the dog comes out of the house!” 

Remus chokes. Sirius makes a sound that is less bark and more guffaw. She gives them both a tiny wave and shuffles back into her house. When she asks Remus a month later why she hasn’t seen his dog lately, he tells her he’d just been watching Padfoot for a friend and he won’t be around anymore. Sirius is almost blue from holding back his laughter.

i have little moments. moments where everything just makes sense. like a fog has been lifted from my eyes and it’s clear. it happens when i laugh with the people i love. it happens when i see a sunrise and im barely awake. it happens when my parents stare at one another like they’ve found their home. it happens when my grandmother tells me stories of when she was my age. it happens when i go to the beach late at night and feel the cold sand between my toes. it happens when that one song fills my headphones and it’s like my soul is dancing. it happens when it snows outside and the world is cold, but i am so warm bundled in blankets. it happened when i fell in love…and when i finally fell out. it happens when my niece holds my hand so tightly and looks up at me with the purest smile. or when my dog snuggles closer to me when i pet him. sometimes it’s even late a night when i see the moon and remember there are so many things out there and that i am only as big as i make myself feel. it’s these little moments when i realize i am where i need to be. it’s these moments that make me see i am a living breathing being. that’s i exist in a world where even though so many bad things happen…i like to think the good out ways the bad. i like to believe these moments are why i am what i am. it’s the little moments that make you see the beauty you’ve forgotten existed.

anonymous asked:

twitter com /louelleua/status/820918520208912384

I just saw that and I’m assuming it’s Max since Danielle was tagged. So Danielle went out
With friends yesterday and had to get a dog sitter for when she was out, but a dog sitter for just one dog. Hahahahaha, come on go ahead and give us the official confirmation of the breakup we know it’s coming just do the thing.

Day Thirty-Nine

-A boy spent a solid three minutes monologuing about how he made his mom buy him several packages of Pokemon cards as Rosie had chewed up his favorite card. Despite paying full attention, I could not gather enough context to tell whether Rosie is a sister or a dog.

-The quote: “And you know what? I’ve lost my sense of smell AND taste!” The source: a young woman in her thirties. The context: None.

-A boy stared at the racks of candy, utterly awestruck, and announced to everyone that, “There’s a world of candy here!” I am deeply appreciative of his desire to share this joy with everyone he could reach.

-The store offers a $0.05 discount when guests supply their own bags. One guest seems to have discovered the loophole that we do not specify reusable bags, as she brought in three Walmart bags that smelled strongly of burnt biscuits to carry her six pounds of assorted cheeses.

-A woman asked me if she could put money on a gift card. She asked me if she could give the gift card to her daughter. She asked if the daughter could spend the gift card. She asked if the gift card could be used on ironing boards and clothes. I am pleased to have been able to fully educate this woman on the definition of a gift card today.

-As I began to ring up a woman’s purchase, her son ran around the register, pushed me aside, and began to bag items without scanning them. I looked to the boy’s mother, who seemed as if she could not care less. I am left to wonder how many stores he has become a part-time employee at in this fashion, and whether he has discovered the solution to unemployment. 

-Every couple of weeks, an old man comes into the store. He purchases one Hot Wheels car. He has tattoos of talons circling his eyes. His life is an enigma that I never want to crack.

-I met an elderly woman who looked impossibly similar to esteemed 20th century comedic actor Don Knotts. I opted not to risk informing her of the resemblance, because although she may not know it, that would be high praise from me.

-Small children getting excited about stickers makes me smile. Small children then giving their stickers to their parents to share the happiness rejuvenates my soul.

-The amount of times I have been recognized continues to grow. The grace with which I handle these encounters continues to diminish. 

-There is glitter on my register. There is glitter on my conveyor belt. There is glitter on my computer screen. There is glitter on myself. There is glitter on my soul. I have not a single complaint.

-An old man swung a toy sword at whom I can only assume and hope were his grandchildren. He discussed, with seemingly full sincerity, how they all needed shock collars on them so they would shut up. He then announced that he was going to return home, drink a bottle of wine, and watch The Godfather for the five-hundredth time. I feel that I can learn a lot from this man.

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This is Georgia she’s a rescue so we don’t know her mix but what ever it is makes the perfect dog. She started going gray when she turned 5, in the picture of her in front of the motorcycle she’s 7 and the one with her sock on she’s 12, now she’s almost 14 and I still love her so much