worst owner

They picked it up on one of the planets they visited for a quick supply run. It was wholly frivolous and unnecessary but Lance had seen the way Allura’s eyes seemed to catch on it and linger in that homesick way he knew his would on anything that smelled like saltwater or garlic knots.

So maybe it cost more GAC than the rest of their other purchases combined and then plus ten (”You mean times ten,” Keith not-so-helpfully prompted), but it sat in the corner of the bridge right in Allura’s direct line of sight, and it made her smile.

Problem was, no one actually knew how to take care of a bright purple alien plant thingy. (At least, Lance assumed it was a plant because it had what looked like leaves and what looked like a couple of stems and it came in a vaguely pot-shaped container…?)

At first, it seemed to do okay. It sat in its majestic purple glory and basically did nothing. Gloriously. Allura was always happy to see it.

Then Pidge noticed it was drooping a little. Lance figured she was just being a little too observant and was imagining things–the plant looked fine to him.

A few days later, Hunk made a hesitant comment. “Uh, is Allura’s plant baby supposed to… wilt like that?

But of course it wasn’t wilty! It was still young and in its prime. Lance gently fingered one of the (limp and sad) leaf-looking things, whispering little encouragements. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but it looked like the plant had perked up a bit.

Every day, Lance sat with the plant for a few minutes, stroking feather-light touches to one of the stems or along the edge of a leaf, telling the plant how beautiful it was, or how proud he was of it braving the galaxies with them. He would sometimes tell it how amazing he thought it was that Allura could be so happy just to see its curly purple shape while they hurtled toward the unknown in the future.

Over time, the plant seemed to flourish and bloom. It even had these gorgeous, jewel-like flowers that shone in every colour of the rainbow when they caught the light. Lance had to admit that seeing the difference a few words of encouragement could make to this little alien thing filled his heart to bursting with warm, fuzzy feelings.

“You’re incredible,” he told the plant one night, sitting beside the little pot with his knees drawn up to his chest. “You grow on nothing but love and attention. I feel like I have a lot to learn from you, buddy.”

Keith waited until Lance left the bridge and headed for bed before he sidled up to Allura’s plant. He emptied one of the space-juice packets into the pot, which the plant soaked up pretty much immediately. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You gotta keep this between me and you,” he said quietly. “I don’t want Lance to know that you actually live on fluids and sugars and shit like a regular living thing.”

Keith stood up and turned back before he left the bridge.

“Fuck, now I’m talking to the damn plant, too.”

When he was out of the room, the plant sprouted a new flower.

I want to talk today about why Why Animals Do The Thing is done educating on behalf of the wolfdog community. This doesn’t mean I won’t be doing education about wolfdogs if the subject comes up, and I still encourage people to utilize @packwestwolfdogrescue as a source for wolfdog-related information, but WADTT will no longer be advocating for the private-ownership wolfdog community or collaborating with them. I know WADTT readers have really appreciated the previous education surrounding wolfdogs, and I apologize for not being able to continue on a topic that garners so much interest. This is a not a choice I want to make, but one that is necessary, as it has been made clear there is a fundamental incompatibility between their ethos regarding education and public outreach and mine. My ethos for WADTT has always been to create accurate, fact-based education drawn from comprehensive research and to foster a community that encourages dialogue and active collaborative efforts; it is time to disengage from supporting a community whose approach to education is spreads misinformation, attacks learners looking to engage with it, and actively supports harassment.

I’ve been in the various wolfdog Facebook groups since Pack West and I began discussing collaboration about a year ago, because they’re the best source of general education for people interesting in learning about phenotyping and wolfdog behavior. I learned a huge amount from those groups - both about wolfdogs and about the general mentality of the people who own them and participate in discussions about them online. As an educator, it was hard to watch and as someone who wanted to learn it was even harder to engage in.

The education done there of new members was consistently combative and hostile - with threads often devolving into lambasting people for not doing more research before asking questions - and occasionally threads would be created about the new members and how much their attempts to contribute to conversations before they knew everything were a problem. The only people who were considered credible when discussing wolfdogs were those who had owned wolf content animals for most of their lives - which meant that the input of anyone with relevant professional experience was ignored, if not often outright denied as being valid. This meant that the actual education accomplished in the groups was really vitriolic and frequently inaccurate: some posts would invite people to try to phenotype animals for education, but the same people involved would immediately turn around on other posts and condemn people for phenotyping animals they hadn’t met; the discussions about wolfdog behavior I observed were full of urban legends and misunderstandings of dog behavior, and awareness of recent research or even understanding of basic behavioral science concepts was frequently absent; training wolfdogs was not considered unimportant and frequently discouraged, and it seemed that using preventative training strategies to safely manage typical wolfdog behaviors wasn’t even on the radar. Education from the groups in general required being able to discriminate between mythology and fact and the ability to weather the constant unpleasantness that pervaded the threads. I chose to stay because I didn’t want to ask Pack West to be my only wolfdog primary source, and it was important to me to engage with the community I wanted to assist as an outside educator.

Last week, I published an article on what people should know about one of the most internet-famous misrepresented wolfdog, Loki. I’ve talked about Loki in posts a few times on this blog, and while I was at Pack West in January it became clear from our discussions that a larger article was necessary due to the frequency of questions received about him. When the article was published, while the response on tumblr was fairly positive, it brought on a deluge of harassment from the wolfdog community on Facebook that has not yet ended at the time of writing this post. It is the response to that article, specifically the pieces of it that they chose to attack, that finalized my choice to disengage from the private-ownership wolfdog community and helping with their outreach efforts.

I originally shared my article on the groups I was in as an offer of an outside resource that could be utilized, since I had asked the groups for assistance finding sources when I began writing it two months earlier. In the time I had been part of the groups, Loki had been a frequent topic of discussion and irritation, and I assumed that it might be useful for them to have a link to offer people rather than having to reiterate the facts so often.

In response, I was swamped with enough comments to shut down my ability to use Facebook for a couple days: how I don’t have enough experience to write anything education related to wolfdogs, how it’s completely unthinkable to publicize even a well-agreed-upon phenotype on an animal I have never personally met, how I should get sued for writing such a character attack, how I’m not actually an educator and just a person with a vendetta, etc. In addition, multiple threads discussing how appalling it was that the article existed at all and everything wrong with it showed up in the groups, because the fact that they were visible to me didn’t matter. I engaged with a few of them in a similar matter to how I respond to critique on the blog, explaining my reasons for writing and my sources. The comments and the private messages got nastier once I made it clear I wasn’t willing to capitulate to taking the article down. I was eventually kicked out of the main group without any communication or explanation from the mods as to what I’d done to violate the rules. It was exhausting and it hasn’t calmed down: I’m still getting passive-aggressively tagged in things on the groups I haven’t left to give my “expertise”. I recently received a letter from the board of the National Lupine Association, whose phenotyping pamphlet I linked to in the text of the post as further reading, officially requesting that I remove any reference to their association from my blog post. It’s awful and it’s exhausting, but the harassment isn’t why I’m no longer willing to support the private-ownership wolfdog community - it’s because of the type of feedback given regarding how they want education regarding wolfdogs to be done.

These are the major points made by the private-ownership wolfdog community (meaning they were repeated multiple times by different people) in response to my article that elucidated how incompatible the reasons I do education are with that community:

  • My article was not approved by the general community and therefore should not exist. The private-ownership wolfdog community hates messaging they cannot control, especially if they do not agree with it. Some of the well-respected members had told me not to publish when I first brought it up in January, and they were furious that I had not obeyed.
  • My article might have created blowback against the wolfdog community by Loki’s owner, which meant silencing me was more important than educating the general public. The private-ownership wolfdog community is terrified of aggravating Loki’s owner, as they believe he has threatened to use his fame to go anti-ownership, and are desperate to do anything to prevent that occurring. No matter how many animals are killed or left in horrible welfare situations because of the exact type of misrepresentation Loki and his owner perpetuate, it is more important to the majority of the Facebook community to not risk having someone popular speak out against them than to accurately educate the public to prevent other animals suffering in the future.
  • My article contained a phenotype I did not have enough “experience” to be giving, no matter where I sourced it from, so the article could not be credible. Even though I had produced educational content for the wolfdog community regarding phenotyping before, did research into Loki’s parents and kennel of origin, and discussed his phenotype at length with an expert before writing, my lack of personal wolfdog ownership discredited the validity of any educational material produced.
  • My article mentioned having been in contact with a government agency as part of my research, which is a cardinal sin. I contacted USDA regarding the existence of an exhibition permit for Loki - the private-ownership wolfdog community does not believe anyone should ever interface with any authorities regarding a wolfdog, no matter what the situation. (In some ways, this is a reasonable concern, as people have historically reported animals to the government and gotten them taken or killed. However, as Loki is internationally famous, he is not an animal that animal-related government agencies would not already be aware of. Moreover, Loki lives in a wolfdog legal state, USDA considers wolfdogs domestic animals by their own regulatory definitions, and USDA is primarily concerned with enforcing licensing and registration in accordance with the Animal Welfare Act. Inquiring as a journalist about the existence or lack thereof of a specific permit would, at worst, get Loki’s owner fined and forced to get the permit.)
  • My article told the truth about rabies law as it applies to wolfdogs, and it was inappropriate for the general public to be aware of that information.

That is not the education I believe in doing. I do not believe in advocating for people who allow vague threats to keep them from speaking out about an issue that regularly gets animals they care about killed. I do not believe in being told not to do thorough research because it might involve a regulatory agency. I do not believe in being told that it’s inappropriate to educate the public about laws that both protect our pets and could also get them killed just because the truth isn’t pretty or straight forward. And I really don’t believe in supporting a community that is willing to attack and discredit any advocacy on their behalf that they don’t control.

I’ve chosen to remove the Loki post from the WADTT side indefinitely. I abhor letting the bullies win, but the choice comes down to the fact that this is not the hill I want to die on. What I’m trying to build with WADTT is bigger than this and I’d rather fold on this single piece of writing for now to facilitate what I want it to become in the future. The blog has been completely dark for over a week, which hasn’t occurred since I started it two years ago, because this has impacted my mental health so drastically. The folk supporting the WADTT patreon and WADTT’s future are supporting me so I can be present and do daily education, so for now, that’s what I’m choosing to prioritize.

Regular posting and the queue should resume in the next couple of days.

Grim reaper binu

Listen it’s 1:31 am and I had a idea

-grim reaper!eunwoo and human!moonbin
-moonbin saw a cat stuck in a tree and climbed it to help get the cat out
-it’s a really tall tree
-and he falls
-binnie wakes up feeling really light and when he turns around he sees eunwoos face and gasps
-k but imagine eunwoo with like some cool as fuck black wings and a black buttton down shirt with the first few buttons popped mJHH
-moonbin: holy shit are you an angel
-eunwoo: what no I’m dressed in black and I’m a grim reaper what I don’t look like an angel those pricks are always dressed in white smh
-moonbin: Shit did I die
-eunwoo: uh yeah you fell out of a 40 foot fucking tree and didn’t even land on grass you landed on concrete
-moonbin: but I didn’t get to feed my cat shit shit
-binnie starts panicking and tears begin to fill his eyes
-what if no one checks up on Sir. Fluffikins? Mj hates his cat so he wouldn’t feed him and rocky is always so busy with dance
-moonbin is now hyperventilating bc of his cat
-eunwoo: Hey so um are you okay ?
-moonbin: I DIDNT GET TO SAY GOOD BYE TO SIR. FLUFFIKINS AND MJ WONT FEED HER IM THE WORST CAT OWNER
-eunwoo never really had to deal with someone that was this much of a hot mess (emphasis on the hot)
-like yeah ppl sometimes cried or asked to please not die but no one ever had a mental breakdown bc they didn’t feed their cat or didn’t get to say good bye to their cat
-eunwoo being the softy he is let’s moonbin say goodbye to his cat
-moonbin thanking him through the tears and snot leaking and promising that he will make it up to him
-when they get to moonbins apartment eunwoo is met with several cat toys and pictures frames of family friends and his cat
-it’s a mess but it’s charming
-moonbin rushing over to sir. Fluffikins and fussing over how much he lovers her and will miss her
-it’s rare to see a human have that much love for another human but to have so much love for an animal?? That’s extraordinary to eunwoo
-grim reapers are born when children were born into terrible lives pass away
-their parents didn’t love them or they got bullied from a young age
-they didn’t receive love as children so when they die they become grim reapers and deal with other children and people dying bc the universes is fucked up okAy
-so to see so much love for such a ugly cat… it warms eunwoo s heart
-eunwoo: hey so uh you love your cat a lot
-moonbin: yes ur point
-eunwoo: bc u love ur cat so much I’m gonna let you live
-moonbin is shook
-queue moonbin bowing to eunwoo and promising that he will take better care of his car and thanking him
-eunwoo waving it off but he is hella charmed by the cute human who loves his cat
-eunwoo is about to jump and fly out of moonbins window but Bin grabs his hand
-moonbin: wait when can I see you again
-eunwoo: why would u want to see me again when you see me again that means your dead
-moonbin: I gotta repay you
-eunwoo doesn’t really know what to say to that humans aren’t that nice to him!!! Humans always blame him for their deaths even though it’s their fault they put a toaster in the bathtub but what ever
-so when moonbin is being so kind to eunwoo!!! He is flustered as hECK
-eunwoo thinks for a moment until he swoops down and gives moonbin a quick peck on the lips
-eunwoo: you don’t have to repay me anymore just please don’t die soon you still have a life to live
-eunwoo quickly leaves and hides in a tree bC WHAT THE FUCKMSK AA I JUST KISSED A CUTE HUMAN IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED KAKZDH
-moonbin touching his lips and mummering how his lips were cold
-moonbin is also really flustered bc he got kissed by a grim reaper that’s fucking ripped and has ducking wings wHAT how cool is that
-moonbin tries everything to find eunwoo again
-he goes to the tree where he first fell out of, hangs out by the grave yard, tries going to the hospital but nothing works
-one day when Bin was hanging out with rocko he conveniently forgot about his peanut allergy and ate some cookies that had nuts in them
-One of them being peanuts
-fast forward a fun ride to the er and moonbin also dying bc rocko didn’t know what a EpiPen was or how to use it (same tho)
-moonbin doesn’t die but he was close
-when he wakes up he sees eunwoo sitting on one of the chairs with his hands in his hair looking vv stressed
-moonbin whispering hOLY SHIT
-eunwoo looking up with the most attractive scowl on his face wow he looks mad but hot AF
-eunwoo: I told you not to die anytime soon
-moonbin: shit did I die again
-eunwoo: no the doctors saved you pls teach ur ‘swag’ friend how to use an EpiPen
-moonbin: I’m sorry to inconvenience you, , , but why are u here if I’m not dead
-eunwoo tells him how he is drawn to near death experiences cause ppl most of the time die during them
-moonbin: wait so if I almost die but I don’t does that mean I get to see you again
-eunwoo: yeah I guess but why would u want death
-moonbin winking and being a cheeky little shit
-Bin has a few more encounters with eunwoo bc bin is dumb af and thirsty for some underworld dick I mean WHAT I AM A CHILD OF THE LORD
-nah but moonbin is vv whipped for eunwoo
-eunwoo being the dork he is finds it cute Bin is trying so hard to see him but also it worries him sick bc pLEASE Bin no why ARE YOU FLYING A KITE WITH A METAL WHISK ATTACHED TO IT DURING A STORM YOUR NOT BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
-one day eunwoo tells Bin how he used to be the prince of a kingdom long ago when he was human
-but his parents and the people of the castle neglected him and he was forgotten by the people
-he was never truly loved and got terribly sick at the age of 6
-the king and the queen didn’t even bat an eye to get him medicine or anything
-was a waste of time money and resources
-So prince woo died
-man it’s 2:13 idk now to make tragic back stories
-moonbin giving him a hug and telling woo that his parents are assholes and that he will love him twice as much as he does now to make up for the jerkbutt larents
-eunwoo being mushy in the inside cause moonbin loves him!!
- okay but like cuddling between eunwoo and Bin is the cutest
-Eunwoo is naturally cold and moonbin is a heater basically
-also eunwoo likes to spoon moonbin and wrap one of his wings around Bin like a blanket
-but eunwoo and Bin can only meet if Bin almost dies
-this really pains eunwoo bc bin is a fucking idiot and lowkey trying to kill himself
-eunwoo: WHY DID YOU JUMP OFF A CLIFF
-moonbin: I WOULD DIE FOR YOU
-eunwoo: dONT
-moonbin: TO BAD
-
That’s it that’s my lol Drabble fic shit I hope u like it

pfritz21  asked:

Heads up. My wife and I were scanning over the air TV channels and found one called TBD. It was showing the "Ticket to Ride: European Edition" episode of TableTop. A quick internet search revealed that Sinclair Broadcast Group. Totally not your type of people. Just wanted ensure you are aware of this in case you need to take appropriate action here.

Yeah, Sinclair are the worst. Its owners are evil, garbage, misleading, dangerous, and as bad as Fox News. I had nothing to do with this deal, and didn’t even know about it until it was finished. (Not that I could have said or done anything about it, because I’m limited by my contract). Just know that I despise Sinclair, and I worry greatly about the right wing propaganda it spews all over the public airwaves.

That said, I am looking for a positive in the situation, so: TBD is a channel that does get into a lot of homes, and it’s making it really easy for just about anyone who wants to see Tabletop to watch it, without even needing an Internet connection. I’m sure that there are good people who work there (and on some of Sinclair’s other channels) who aren’t evil, garbage people like Sinclair’s owners, and they are doing a good job supporting the show and promoting it to people who haven’t seen it.

Tabletop exists because I wanted to show how much fun it is to play boardgames, so even more people would play more games, and there would be more gamers in the world. Making Tabletop available to an even wider audience is a good thing for the gaming industry, and it’s a good thing for humanity.

Somebody Else - D.H.

Pairing: Dan x reader

Summary: based off the song Somebody Else by The 1975, a generally sad imagine where Dan and reader are in love but can’t be together for various reasons,, what happens next? read to find out ((idk why i made this sound like a bad movie trailer i’m sorry))

Requested: no

Warnings: slight angst, so many time jumps (i’m actually sorry about how much it jumps around)

A/N: hi hi hi i’d like to apologize for being the absolute worst account owner and writer as i haven’t posted a new imagine in over a month… to anyone who’s requested something, i’m so so sorry it’s taking so long. as a late kinda easter gift please enjoy this imagine which came from me being kinda down & also expect more imagines sometime soon!

masterlist


prologue thing idk:

I can’t give you my soul cause we’re never alone.

“If we love each other [Y/N],” he started as the two of you lay cuddling on the couch.

You interrupted him, knowing where he was about to go, “I can’t… We’ve had this conversation a million times Dan please, I can’t be with you like that, you know why, I’m sorry.”

“[Y/N] please, look, I get it, I really do-”

You cut him off again, “But it doesn’t seem like you do, Dan… I love you, but I just can’t because of what you do.”

“I know, I know that you don’t like that a lot of my life is on the internet but I could keep you away from it, I know I could.”

“It’s inevitable Dan, the second you mention that you’re dating someone it’ll only be a matter of time before your followers find any of my accounts online,” you smile just a little, “People on the internet, especially yours and Phil’s followers, are like mini-detectives most of the time.”

Dan let out a sigh before you continued, “We’d never truly be able to be alone with our relationship. It’s not fair of me to only be apart of half of your life; I can’t date Dan Howell without also dating danisnotonfire. You need to find someone who can be with all of you,” your heart breaks a little as you say it but let the words hang in the air.

He’s silent for a little while, the two of you just staring at one another on the couch.

“I love you,” he mutters out weakly, reaching to pull you back into his chest.

Your voice shakes as you wrap your arms around him, “I love you too.”

The words mean too much, more than if you had said them to Phil, or to a friend. Hours later you’re still silently sat intertwined with one another, simply co-existing next to the love of your life but being unable to be with one another in the way both of you secretly wanted; Dan outwardly and you in denial of it, too afraid of what ifs to take a leap in the right direction. Playing this open-ended game of dating without a label, because a label made it serious; made it real.

a few months later:

Our love has gone cold you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else.

It had been a few months since you and Dan had talked and things were very suddenly spiraling in a direction you didn’t want them to.

You had encouraged, no, you had suggested that he find somebody else but you hadn’t anticipated how much it would hurt.

Slowly, he had begun to pull away from you and it hadn’t become increasingly apparent, until now.

You’d come over this afternoon to visit your two best friends, fully expecting everything to be normal.

Phil had given you a hug on the way in, asking you about your week and how work was. Dan, however, had simply said hello, smiling before making his way to his bedroom, muttering something about editing a video.

Phil furrowed his eyebrows at his behaviour as your heart shattered. You knew it wasn’t fair to expect Dan to keep waiting for you; the two of you had been playing that game for nearly 6 months and it wasn’t at all reasonable of you to want him to wait for someone who just kept rejecting him. 

You just shake your head at your confused friend, “I’ll go see what’s up.”

You make your way down the hall after an affirmation from Phil, knocking lightly on the door of the bedroom you’d never had to knock at before.

“Come in.”

The voice was almost strange, cut off and distant; he knew it was you but he was acting like someone totally new, not someone who was in love with you.

“Umm, hi,” you let out, stepping in the doorway.

“Oh [Y/N], hey, what d’you need?”

He said it almost harshly, as if you were bothering him.

“I’m sorry to bother you… Is everything alright with us?” your heart beat rapidly in your chest as you waited for his answer; anxiously hoping that every terrible thought running through your head was an overreaction.

Dan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face you, “You’re not a bother… C’mere.”

He opened his arms, sounding much more like the person you loved as you made your way over to him.

You didn’t say anything as you sat down on his lap, facing him as you buried your face in his neck.

“Love,” he began, “We can’t keep doing this… I,” he pauses, “I found someone who seems really cool, we’ve been talking a bit and I really think I like them.”

Your heart stops, breaking a little more as he continues, rubbing your back as he does, “I still love you, I think I always will; but I think it’s time that I start to move on.”

The words feel forced, like he doesn’t truly mean them. You pull away, looking at him in the eyes as you attempt to decipher what he’s thinking.

You come away with nothing. And that’s when you realize that for right now, you’ve lost him.

Dan had always been good at hiding his emotions, but right now, he was choosing to do so from you.

Nodding your head you looked down at your legs, unable to look him in the eyes in that moment.

“I understand,” you murmur, “I’m- I’m gonna go hang with Phil if that’s alright.”

“Of course, I’ve gotta get back to editing anyways,” he lets go of you, allowing you to slide off his lap.

Quickly, you do, disentangling yourself from his body and exiting his room with a quick goodbye; immediately making your way across the hall into Phil’s room.

Phil looks up from his laptop, watching you make your way toward him from his place on his bed.

“[Y/N] is everything alri-” he cuts himself off when you burst into tears, immediately closing his computer as he stands up and makes his way towards you.

“Alright, you’re alright; I’m here [Y/N], I’ve got you,” Phil continues letting out words of comfort as he hugs you, having moved the two of you into his bed.

I don’t want your body but I hate to think about you with somebody else.

A little while later, you’ve calmed down; your breath evening out as Phil has finally managed to comfort you enough to stop crying.

“I-I’m sorry Phil,” you stutter out, voice hoarse after having been crying.

“No worries, wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“Dan,” your chest feels heavy as you let out a shaky breath, “I’m, I’m just really stupid and I’ve blown it with him.”

“I’m sure you haven’t blown it, what’d he say?” Phil attempts to reassure you, rubbing your back soothingly as he speaks.

“I told him to move on from me because I was too afraid of what could be and now he’s found somebody else and I don’t know what to do with myself.. I screwed up, Phil, really badly.”

“Dan loves you, try talking to him about it, I’m sure-”

You interrupt him, “I can’t keep doing that to him though Phil, it’s not fair of me to keep stringing him along and I can’t be in a relationship with him… It’s like, I want to be with him, but something’s holding me back.”

“Well I mean, not to be blunt, but are you sure it isn’t just a lust thing? Like, are you in love with Dan or the idea of Dan, or even just the idea of being, ya know, with Dan.”

“It’s more than just physical Phil, I’m totally and completely in love with him, I’m just too afraid of having it screwed up; I don’t want to lose him forever.”

He nods in response, “I think you need to go for it, forget about your fears, you’ll never know if you don’t try… Why don’t we forget about Dan and all this for now, how about a movie and some popcorn?”

Sighing, relieved, you agree, “Sounds good, d’you want help?”

You watch him stand up, beginning to exit his room to head to the kitchen, “Nah I’ve got it, open my laptop and pick a movie, I’ll be right back.”

You nod, grabbing his laptop and logging in, opening up netflix in order to find a movie for the two of you to watch.

a few days later:

You’re woken up when you hear your phone ringing, groaning, you answer groggily, “Hello?”

“[Y/N]!” Phil practically yells into the phone.

“Jesus Phil I just woke up, calm down.”

“Come over!!”

“Alright, give me like half an hour,” with that, you hang up, beginning to get ready to head over to their apartment for the first time in just over a week.

I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone and then leaving with somebody else.

A little over a half an hour later, you arrive at Dan and Phil’s apartment, letting yourself in as per Phil’s request when he texted you and making your way up to the lounge.

“Morning [Y/N],” Phil says as you walk up the stairs.

As you reach the top, you notice Dan is completely dressed and ready to go out. Confused, you raise your eyebrows at Phil and gesture towards him, knowing that Dan was never one to be out of his pajamas before noon unless absolutely necessary.

Phil shrugs his shoulders in reply, the two of you watching as Dan continually texts someone back, not acknowledging that you’ve just walked in.

He smiles at a message and your heart sinks even further than it had already sunken, knowing that it couldn’t be anyone but the person he’d met.

“I’m heading out, coffee date,” he says abruptly with a small grin.

“Alright well, we’ll see you later,” Phil lets out in reply as Dan makes his way down the stairs and exits their apartment.

“See ya.”

“So, [Y/N], what d’you reckon we should do today?”

“I dunno, we have a few hours to kill before [Y/F/N]’s birthday party… We could go for a late breakfast- brunch?”

“Sounds good.”

You agree, Phil standing up to go change out of his pajamas as you wait, thoughts only focusing on Dan and what he could possibly be doing with somebody else.

few hours later again (lol i’m sorry for all the time jumps):

Come on baby, this ain’t the last time that you’ll see my face.

It was 2:00 in the morning, and you were still out with all of your friends for [Y/F/N]’s birthday.

You had been out, bar-hopping since about 11:00 and were having a really great time with everyone, while also avoiding Dan.

It had been going so well, until now, when you felt like you really should’ve heeded Ted’s advice in How I Met Your Mother, “Nothing good happens after 2:00 a.m.”

You were sitting at the table your group had claimed as there own by yourself, watching all of your friends dancing while you sat with a drink, drowning sorrows in alcohol in the hopes that it would somehow make the situation better.

All of a sudden, Dan appears beside you, sitting down next to you and angling his body towards yours.

“[Y/N], I feel like I haven’t seen you all night,” he says, bright smile appearing on his face.

That was intentional, you think to yourself before replying, “Yeah I guess, I’ve been ‘round.”

He scoots his chair closer to yours, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair, “I’ve missed you recently.”

Your eyes snap in his direction, widening as you realize this is drunk talk.

When you don’t answer, he continues, “C’mon [Y/N], you can’t tell me that you don’t miss me too, miss us.”

He pauses, and again, you don’t answer, unsure of what to say; instead choosing to play with the straw in your drink. Of course you missed him, every piece of you was itching to say it, to go onto the rooftop of this stupid club and scream that you missed Dan.

But you couldn’t say anything at all; because he was seeing somebody else and you were supposed to be moving on, he was drunk and you were still too sober, he was Dan and you were, you. So you sat quietly continuing to move the ice cubes in your glass around, praying that he’d drop this topic.

“[Y/N],” he suddenly lets out, causing you to look up at him.

You catch his gaze for a moment, and suddenly, Dan’s lips are on yours.

Your eyes widen as you quickly pull back, shocking both you and Dan as you do. Before either of you can say anything, you’ve shot out of your chair, making your way to where you’d last seen Phil and [Y/F/N], desperately hoping that they’d still be there.

Luckily, they’ve remained in the same spot and seem slightly surprised to see you there, “[Y/N], what’re you doing here?” Phil asks.

“Came to say goodbye,” you rush out, “I’ve gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow or something.”

“Awh alright, text me that you’ve made it home alright.”

You just nod in reply, giving them both a quick hug and wishing [Y/F/N] a final happy birthday before hustling out of the club and calling a taxi to take you home.

In true movie-like fashion, as soon as you’re entering the taxi, Dan runs out of the club; calling your name as he attempts to stop you from leaving. Ignoring him you hop in, telling the taxi driver the address to your apartment and watching as he stands frustrated on the curb as you pull away.

the next morning:

Got someone you love? Got someone you need?

The next morning, you’re woken up by a knock on your door. Furrowing your eyebrows as you weren’t expecting any guests you stand up out of bed, making your way to the door only in an old t-shirt of Dan’s and opening it with a yawn.

To your surprise, Dan stands there, hands in his pockets and eyes on the ground, eyes which quickly dart upward as the door is swung open.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you say, replaying last night’s events in your head.

“[Y/N] please, just let me come in, I think we should talk,” he replies nervously.

You nod without thinking, something in you telling you that the conversation was a good idea.

Dan immediately steps in, making his way to your kitchen, “You just woke up, I’ll make some tea while you get dressed and then we can talk,” he states as he sets to work on the aforementioned tea.

“Uhh, yeah sure,” you answer, still stood watching him move around your kitchen, easily finding everything he needed.

“Is that my shirt by the way?”

Your cheeks turn red as he finally points it out, “Umm, yeah, I’ll give it back next time I wash it.”

With that, you turn and make your way to your bedroom, throwing on some sweat pants and a shirt of your own before pausing and taking a deep breath in order to prepare yourself for this talk; whatever it may turn out to be.

You leave the room and return to the kitchen to find Dan stirring a mug of tea.

He looks up as you walk in and something in you shifts as he speaks, “That one’s yours,” he motions to the other mug, “I made it just how you like, even added a little bit of honey because Phil mentioned you’ve been feeling a little ill recently.”

“Thank you,” you say, picking up the mug and stirring it once before taking a sip of it.

“So.”

“So.”

“About last night-”

“I miss you too,” you blurt out, cutting him off.

“What?” he asks, clearly confused over your comment in comparison with your reaction the night before.

“I’ve missed you so much, Dan, and I’ve spent too much time thinking about you with somebody else when I know I want it to be me. I am so in love with you, and I think it’s time I finally let go and give us a chance.. If you want to, that is,” you finally finish, looking up at Dan, hoping that he doesn’t reject you but knowing it would be totally fair if he did.

“I came over here to tell you I ended things with the other person a week ago because I couldn’t be with them because they weren’t you… I somehow knew you’d come around.”

He crosses the kitchen in two strides, grabbing your face with his hands as he pulls you in for a kiss.

You sigh, relieved as you pull away, finally feeling like everything in your life might be just right; especially now that the love of your life was no longer with somebody else.

Me: *goes to veterans assembly at my sister’s school*

Person: *begins slideshow video of portraits of the families’ veterans*

Person: *plays Band of Brothers and Saving Private Ryan soundtrack to accompany slideshow*

My mom: Calm do—

Me:

Me: “I love Japan.”

My brother: “Is it because Japan high key ships Sekai?”

Me:*is offended* “No, I don’t like what you’re implying and I have no idea what you’re talking ab-” *trips over nothing and these photos fall out of my pockets:*

Me:*is sweating* “How did those get there? I don’t even know these two. Obviously someone snuck these into my pockets when I wasn’t lookin-”

Murdoc Ruins Everything: A Masterpost

PHASE 1

  • knocks out 2D’s eye
  • knocks out 2D’s other eye
  • ends 2D’s relationships with both Paula Cracker and Rachel Stevens
  • summons a demon while they’re on tour
  • almost murders 2D and then breaks up the band because 2D compared him to Jack Black

PHASE 2

  • exposes his ass pimples way too many goddamn times in this phase
  • starts all that El Manana business (doesn’t matter whether Noodle was actually intended to do this or actually did do this or whatever or blah blah blah, he was still the one that had the idea in the first place)
  • sets Kong Studios on fire

PHASE 3

i can’t think of a single thing that he did this entire phase that WOULDN’T qualify as “ruining everything”, but i’ll try listing it anyway

  • makes a terrifying robot replacement of Noodle that tries to kill him and causes a fight with the real Noodle
  • kidnaps 2D and keeps him captive on Plastic Beach and in a constant state of terror, along with abusing him on a regular basis
  • finally cracks completely and starts saying increasingly more alarming things on his radio show
  • somehow managed to incur the wrath of the Boogieman and is hunted by him the whole phase
  • also managed to incur the wrath of the Black Clouds and thereby put the whole band in danger, especially Noodle and himself
  • is technically the cause of that horrible flam fish being in the Plastic Beach game

PHASE 4

  • he probably starts a nuclear war and destroys the entire planet

feel free to add on if you notice any classic “Murdoc ruining the lives of himself and those around him” moments i missed!!

anonymous asked:

"So I can take him home?" You ask, your red eyes looking down at your little dog, who lay on the metal table looking forlorn. "Yes." answers the vet, with a smile. "And he'll be ok? You're sure?" You ask. The vet smiles again. "The swelling should go down overnight, there is no sign of an allergic reaction, the chances of him going into anaphylactic shock at this stage are practically nonexistent.." he reassures you. (1/5)

“Ok,” you reply and let out a shaky breath, more tears threatening the corner of your eyes. “God, I’m such a mess! I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing..” you say. The vet gives you another gorgeous smile and hands you a tissue. “Don’t be embarrassed, you love your pet. I love when people love their pets, it makes my job even more worth it.” He tells you, as he gently pets your poorly puppy. (2/5)

“I’m the worst dog owner ever..” you say, shaking your head. “No you’re not!” He says with a laugh, picking up your little dog. “Your puppy ate a bee! It happens more often than you’d think..” he tells you as he hands your dog to you. Your puppy snuggles into you. “See, he loves you..”. You can’t help but smile. (3/5)

“Well, thank you so much..” you trail off. “Chris..” he tells you. “Chris. Thank you.” You say sincerely. “It’s my pleasure Y/N, it’s been lovely meeting you. And Rocky.” He says, smiling. He goes and opens the consultation room door for you, on account of your arms full of puppy. “Oh” he says as you’re about to leave the room. (4/5)

“Give me a call tomorrow around 5, I wanna know how he’s doing. And you.” He says, his face going red. “Both of you. I want to know how both of you are doing.” He says, his face completely red. You try to hide the huge grin breaking out on your face, with little success. “I will. Thank you Chris.” You say as you walk out of the room. (5/5)

I LOVE THIS - Gen 

Spinoff Saturday

anonymous asked:

Pet AU which of the boys would like to go jogging with their owner in the mourning?

Admin Mawile: (*・▽・*)

Ayato: He likes being able to please you, and athletics of nearly any kind are something he can easily succeed at. 

Laito: Jogging is far from the worst thing an owner could do to him, and he’s happy to get away with such a simple task from you. 

Subaru: The exercise makes him feel more calm, working out the anger he struggles with. The quiet, peaceful time with you is even better. 

Yuuma: He enjoys being outdoors for nearly any reason, especially if it means staying on your good side so easily. 

i’m the worst, most exploitive restaurant owner in the sims because I don’t give anyone a raise and forgot to let employees take breaks. if sims is a life simulation, is this future me?

(Credits to original owner)

The worst part of being in the Sherlock fandom- especially after this last night’s episode if you know what i mean- is that after it happens you’re stuck in a giant mess of emotions that make you want to claw your heart out because its too much. Worst part of that feeling?

We may get a new episode next week, or in a good billion years. So have fun crying yourself to sleep the next thousand years as you try to not think about what happened in the episode.

2nd Amendment Best & Worst States?

Okay what State do you live in and what makes it the best or worst state for gun owners?

I’ll start
-NH has no restrictions if you can afford it and its legal federally you can own it.
-No waiting period.
-No license or registration required to purchase or own.
-No magazine limits.
-Constitutional carry State so no permit required to carry concealed if you can legally own a firearm. Only post offices, federal buildings and courts are off limits. Schools are allowed if you have a concealed carry permit which NH is a must issue (I still get my license regardless of being constitutional carry).
-No Guns Allowed signs do not carry weight of law.
-Hunting with suppressors is allowed.
-NH is a ‘no retreat’ state meaning if you have a right to be there you are not required to retreat before defending yourself.
-Lastly and I am sure I’ve probably forgotten something NH has no sales tax so your firearms and ammo are cheaper.

With all of this according to the Left our streets should be red but the NH homicide rate in 2014 was 0.9 homicides per 100,000, making New Hampshire in 2014 one of the safest places (in terms of homicide) on planet earth.

Can You Hear Me?

Inspired by the super-fluffy conversations I’ve been having with anon M (she knows who she is ;) I see youu…) I bring to you this really cute little drabble about ticklish ears!

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“Mm…” Dan mumbled as he snuggled his cheek into Phil’s shoulder.

“Hi baby bear,” Phil giggled, wrapping Dan in a tight hug. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” Dan said, giggling as Phil squished his cheek up against his. “How are you?”

Phil smirked, leaning in and whispering.

“I’m very good, thank you.” He said.

Dan giggled softly and tried to pull away. Not because Phil’s breath smelled funny (it always seemed to smell like coffee or chocolate for some reason…) But because, out of all the places on his body, Dan had extremely ticklish ears.

“Phihihil, nohoho!” He squeaked, as Phil hugged him tighter.

“Why? I’m only whispering in your ear, Dan, why can’t I whisper in your ear, Dan? Do you have a problem with me whispering in your ear, Dan? If so, please tell me about the problem you have with me whispering in your ear, Dan?” Phil whispered so closely that his lips grazed against the shell of Dan’s ear and his giggles became louder

“phihihihihilly, stohohohop!” Dan giggled, his cheeks slightly squished as Phil used as arm to hold his face closer.

“But Dan, you need to tell me why I need to sssstop, because I don’t want to ssstop cuddling with my favvvvvvourite persssson in the world!” Phil hummed as he said the sharper letters, creating little tickly vibrations that made it a lot worse for Dan.

“Nohohohoho!” He squealed, desperately trying to pull away.

“Pleeeeasssssse?” Phil whispered, holding the ‘s’ on, creating even more vibrations.

“Stahahahahap!” Dan giggled, twisting his head to try as escape.

“But don’t you want to sit here with me? Please stay here, Danny.” Phil said, smirking a little bit and blowing air gently on Dan’s ears, making him squeak.

“Dan, just curious,” Phil whispered, leaning close so his lips were touching Dan’s ear again. “Do you like raspberries?”

Dan froze before freaking out and giggling hysterically, pleading for mercy.

Phil stopped and shrugged his shoulders, blowing tiny peppery-raspberry kisses on the shells of Dan’s ears.

Dan shrieked before dissolving into giggles, squirming and wriggling in Phil’s grasp.

“Phihihihily, nahaha, nahaha, plehehehehease!” Dan cried, his cheeks beginning to redden.

Phil blew a few more little raspberries, eventually switching them to kisses and peppering them down to Dan’s cheeks, making him giggle softly.

“You are too cute!” Phil exclaimed, falling backwards onto the couch with Dan still resting on his lap, now leaning against his chest.

“Why our of all of the other places on my body, are my ears ticklish?” Dan asked, looking into Phil’s eyes and giggling.

“Mm, well I, personally, think it makes you about a billion times cuter…” Phil said, lightly tickling down Dan’s back and making him squirm and giggle.

“You’re just saying that.” Dan said, resting his ear against Phil’s chest and listening to his heart beat.

Phil raised and eyebrow.

“Do I really need to go over what we’ve just done again?” He asked, wriggling his fingers threateningly.

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I am literally the worst blog owner ever and I’m so sorry that this was late :’(

I need to stop saying I will post and then not.

But if you enjoyed, please do like, comment some feedback, maybe even reblog?

I will see you all tomorrow xx