ugh i've been sitting on this for a while now because i'm not sure if i like it or not

anonymous asked:

would u be terribly against doin a quick lil sequel to either the prettiest thing (i've ever seen) or say my name? i'm the anon who came screamin at u at the beginning of the month, and tbh??? i'm still not over either of them

Nonny! The workweek from hell ate my life, but finally, here you are. I hope you like it.  It’s a summertime timestamp for Say My Name, the first Sidgeno fic I ever wrote. Title is from “Bloom,” by the Paper Kites

oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness

Sid’s officially losing his mind. 

It’s not like he hasn’t been through several rounds of university finals before, but this year he’s being driven especially crazy. His course load was heavy this semester, and while he appreciated being challenged by his professors, and while he loves his major, he’s just, so. 



Pittsburgh’s having a heat wave, and the hot, sticky weather clogs Sid’s lungs with humid air and makes him feel tired and drained all the time. Perversely, despite being Russian, Zhenya revels in weather like this. While Sid daydreams about snow and lies on the floor in front of the fan in a puddle of sweat and misery, Zhenya swans around in loudly colored tank tops, energized by the heat. It’s rude. Because Zhenya with sun-kissed skin in tank tops (ugh, shoulders and biceps and forearms and collarbones)  is a temptation Sid does not have time for. 

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hecks-bells  asked:

So I'm considering taking my 5 (ish) month old pit bull to the dog park for the first time. I've had him for about a month now and he's been just fine around other dogs so far but I'm worried about how he'll react to the large group of dogs. What are some signs I should look out for to see if he's stressed or afraid? How can make this a non-stressful experience for him?

Unpopular opinion: Don’t take your dog (especially a bully breed) to the dog park. Just don’t.

I do not know a single professional trainer who willingly will take animals to a dog park, or who doesn’t cringe and go ‘ugh, dog parks’ when anyone brings them up. Why? Because dog parks are generally where a huge number of dogs develop fear and reactivity problems due to lack of management. 

The problem with dog parks is the owners, honestly. Most dog owners are notoriously bad at reading their own dog’s body language or interpreting social behavior between dogs in the first place. Then, you have a dog park, where everyone assumes you can just let your dog run free and basically not have to pay attention to it. So you’ve got dogs of all temperaments, ages, sizes, and levels of polite manners running around unsupervised by their owners. 

Dogs get bullied at dog parks. Dogs get attacked at dog parks. Reactive dogs, fearful dogs, dogs that play too rough and bully other dogs, dogs that steal toys and/or resource guard them - people just let them loose in big dog parks and assume the dogs will sort it out. A lot of owners talk to their friends or sit on their cell-phone and ignore how their dog is behaving and how other dogs are interacting with them, which drives responsible dog owners who actually try to manage their dog during a dog park visit absolutely nuts. You hear constant stories, as a trainer, of people who had to go break up fights or rescue their dog from a bully only to be told ‘oh, they were just playing, it’s fine’. I know dogs who have been traumatized by being attacked or bullied at dog parks by dogs for whom that environment was really not appropriate to be in.  

So here’s why I say really, really don’t. You’ve got a bully breed, which means you’ve got an animal who (no matter how sweet), has to some degree a genetic disposition for dog reactivity and a low threshold for frustration. What that means is that you want to set him up for success by making sure you manage his experiences so he’s less likely to develop behavior problems. He’s also very young right now, which means he’s still learning polite dog manners and he’s also learning his boundaries and how to stand up for himself. While he’s out of his critical socialization period, experiences he has now are going to set up him for the rest of his life. - that’s not a dog you want to expose to the sheer potential for bad experiences at a dog park. 

You can’t control who shows up to a dog park, and it’s impossible to get some irresponsible owners to be more responsible. People think dog parks are a place they don’t have to deal with their dog, and that’s that. So honestly, skip the dog park, and set up playdates with other dogs one-on-one or in a small group. That way you can make sure all the dogs have been introduced properly and that they play well together, and you can step in to mediate if you need to without having to worry about the other animal’s owner getting upset. 

(Dog parks are also serious cesspools of parasites and disease, because people don’t tend to clean up after their pets or watch to see if dogs eat poop). 

Call Me Mister Fahrenheit

Because Mandy and Sam are dirty, dirty enablers. Blame Robert for the title. 4K [AO3

There were times when I was really sick, and that was so hard. I think I did “Don’t Stop Me Now” with a 103 degree fever. It was murder.” (x)

“Darren?” Chris calls, knocking on the door to his trailer. “You decent?”

He doesn’t get any response aside from what sounds like groaning. Undeterred, Chris opens the door and steps inside. He’s immediately met with a wall of ice-cold air. It’s absolutely freezing in Darren’s trailer. Shivering, he makes his way towards the lump of blankets on the couch that he assumes contains Darren.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he tries again. He sits on the edge of the couch and grips Darren’s shoulder. He tries to pull down the blankets so he can see Darren a little better, but Darren whines and tugs the blanket back over his head like a teenager on the first day of school.

“Maybe if you didn’t keep the temperature in your trailer at twelve degrees, you wouldn’t be so cold,” Chris scolds him fondly.

“What are you talking about?” It’s so hot,” Darren groans, his voice muffled through several layers of fleece.

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posting this on tumblr because i don’t think it’s really finished, but whatever, i couldn’t write anymore.

sterek hs au, enjoy.

“Not fucking again,” Stiles groaned, pulling his Jeep into park and checking his watch. A few minutes into the first period, and there were kids picking on that freshman again. Derek Hale or something.

He sighed. He should probably do something about it this time. The kid was pretty cute, it would be a shame to let that face go to waste. Hopping out of his car, Stiles slung his backpack carelessly over one shoulder and strode over to where they had cornered Derek against the wall.

“Problem, boys?” he asked nonchalantly, tilting his head and staring them down when they turned to look at him, their indignant faces paling in horror when they saw who it was.

“N—no,” one of them stammered, backing away. “We were just making sure uh, Derek would get to class on time. We helped him up after he fell,” he coughed, gesturing to Derek.

Stiles bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. Freshmen were honestly the worst. “Well, you aren’t doing a very good job, seeing as you’re all about ten minutes late,” he said, his eyebrows raised. “Get to class,” he snapped when no one else spoke. “And don’t let me see you bugging him again.”

They scampered off, and Stiles turned his gaze onto Derek who was looking a little worse for the war, his lip split and his jaw beginning to swell. He whistled. The kid was going to get a hell of a shiner tomorrow. “You alright?”

Derek stared at him for a long moment, before wiping his still-bleeding mouth on his sleeve with a wince.


Stiles was itching to snark back and tell Derek that he was clearly not fine, but he tamped the urge down in favor of pulling a packet of smokes out. “Want one?”

Derek shook his head and Stiles eyed him in amusement.

“You’re not much of a talker, are you?”

“I don’t smoke,” Derek said quietly, ignoring Stiles’ comment. He paused, before adding, “I’m late for class.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Stiles waved his hand dismissively, taking a long drag before blowing it out with a relieved sigh. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why were they—” he nodded in the direction where the others had gone.

“Why were they beating me up, you mean,” Derek said bluntly before he snapped his mouth shut, his eyes widening, and Stiles’ own mouth quirked into a small smile. “I’m weird,” he shrugged and this time, Stiles didn’t bother holding back his laugh.

“Everyone was weird at your age. Hell, I’m weird now,” he said absently, stubbing his cigarette out and rummaging around in his backpack. “You got a pen?”

He turned around with a triumphant grin on his face, two slightly crumpled sheets of paper in his hand, only to find Derek staring at him incredulously. “What?”

“You think you’re weird?”

“No,” Stiles said slowly, his eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. “I know I’m weird.”

“But you’re Stiles Stilinski!” Derek exclaimed, like that was supposed to make any sense. Stiles stared at him in silence and Derek made an incomprehensible gesture. “You’re the coolest senior in the whole school!” he said, flushing hard at the was Stiles started laughing so hard he teared up, shaking his head.

“Oh man, that is priceless,” he guffawed, shaking his head again. “Coolest isn’t a word I would use. You got that pen?”

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anonymous asked:

I've never asked for a request before or given suggestions for people to write but I've been so impressed with your writing that I'd just thought I'd ask if you'd ever consider writing some sappy happy blurbs about the boys anytime soon? I know I'm not alone in wanting some cute fun stories & I am very confident in your skills so just thought I'd mention it!! You're a fantastic human who deserves every but of success you get! Don't stop what ha doing! Just wanted u to know I appreciate you!

sappy happy blurbs????? what about sappy happy christmas blurbs even though im a few days late?

like imagine waking up on christmas day to ashton and he’s kissing your neck and he’s all blissful because he’s home and he’d be all like ‘merry christmas, baby,’ and he’d be kissing all over your face until you finally opened your eyes and kissed him on the lips. and he’d be such a chirpy dude that he would instantly put a smile on your face. but you’d both be a bit lazy because once you were all cuddly together you wouldn’t be bothered to get outta bed. so then out of nowhere he’d peck your nose and question, 'share a shower with meeee?’ and omfg when you were under the water he would say something stupid like, 'so did santa come and give you a bigger ass overnight because damn.’ and you’d have to slap him across the arm and say, 'excuse me, fuckboy,’ but he’d come back like, 'did you say fuck me, boy? because tbh i’m down for making love on christmas morning if you are.’ and afterward he would be really hungry so he would force you to go and sneakily steal some of the lunch food before it was served lol

and LUKE would be so adorable all day. Like, for some reason he would treat it a bit like your birthday or something/? like he would really want it to be a special christmas and he’d keep doing nice shit like constantly ask, 'you alright sweetheart?’ 'want me to get you another drink?’ and bc you’d be with his fam there’d be a lot of 'you comfortable baby?’ But omg during the present opening time he woould be so super nervous and you’d be like wtf mate and you’d have to be the one asking him if he was ok. And then when it’d be time for him to give his pressie to you, he’d be so uncertain and he’d keep rambling on while you were opening it like 'now if you don’t like it babe, then i can take it back, okay? i just thought that maybe you’d like it because i thought it looked good and as soon as i saw it i thought of you but i mean you’re on my mind all the time so that doesn’t really count’ and it’d end up being some expensive as hell necklace or something and you’d wanna die bc you only got him something cheap like a photo album full of pics and when he opened you’d have to be like, 'so i didn’t realise we were going expensive but, i mean, i can buy you something else tomorrow-’ and he’d interrupt and smother you with a kiss and say, 'nononono babe this is so thoughtful, seriously, 100x better than my gift, i need something like this when i can’t see you on tour. I should’ve thought of this for you. god, i love how smart you are, babe.’

but calum would go above n beyond with his present bc he’d get you something nice and then he would also later give u something even nicer ;) ;) ;) ;) ((there’d be like lingerie in a vs box when you got into your bedroom)) but i think he’d do this thing around his family where he would dodge all questions about himself and revert them to you. like, some relative would ask how his touring has been and he’d say, ‘yeah great thank you, but my girlfriend has been doing this university course which i’m sure has been more exciting.’ and you’d be like ??thefuck?? but you’d also think he’s so cute for constantly showing you off. and there would be this thing he would do where he’d always pull you onto his lap and he’d do it when all the fam were sitting around chatting together and bc there would be christmas music playing somewhere in the background, he would start humming it in your ear and then when mariah came on he’d sing it really soft to you so noone else could hear and he’d be all like 'all i want for christmas is you’ and he’d poke your side and when you looked at him he’d be all cheeky grinning and ugh cuteness

oh and think about christmas day with michael and his fam because he’d be kinda fidgety and bored all day but you would be being super polite and conversing with his relatives around the dinner table. and irritated michael would eventually grab your hand and pull you into the kitchen away from everybody and just give you a massive bear hug and you’d be all like, 'michael???’ and he would just grumble and be like, 'can we just go and hang out together honey, please?’ and you’d have to say no even though he’d put his hand on your cheek and start drawing circles with his thumb and then he’d do the puppy dog face and start rubbing his other hand between your ribs and hips and, 'pretty please run away from here with me, babe, c'mon,’ and you’d just sigh like, 'we need to socialise, michael. I’ll make it up to you later.’ So then for the rest of the night you’d have to deal with him getting all touchy on your thigh underneath the table and he’d be whispering in your ear, 'how are you gonna repay me for all this wasted time?’ and 'i hope it involves you taking this cute dress off’

but more importantly, all of them would prob make sure they crossed paths with you under mistletoe at least once every ten mins throughout the day