#DogGone Cute

[doggone-cute]

#DogGone Cute #cute animals #funny dogs #adorable pets

[smile-with-all-of-your-heart]

... And the look says it too.

#smile with all your heart #humor #funny #humor blog #dogs #funny pets #sweetness #doggone cute

[pianokantzart]

Pigeon toed Weegee

#nsbfenro #Askbox #DOGGONE IT #WHY MUST HE SPEND EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY BEING SO CUTE IN EVERY WAY #IT'S NOT GOOD FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH

[dannygordonart]

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#doggone cute blankets in oklahoma #dog print blankets in oklahoma #puppy blankets oklahoma

[kairiscorner]

rAHH HH YOUR NOIR FICS ARE SO SWEET I LOVE THEM SM!! ! ! f its okay to request some fluffy headcanons!! noir having a romantic partner from a different dimension who's also been bitten by a radioactive spider and whom is new at the whole,, spider-man stuff👀👀👀

AWWW TYSM ANON (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+ OFC THAT IDEA SOUNDS SO CUTE OMG okie here >:))

spider noir with a newbie spider person partner

• okay, if noir was assigned to help you break in, HE'D BE THE MOST GENTLE ONE FOR THE JOB TBH

• he would be pretty awkward at first, because i like to think that miguel, jess, or peter b usually does this stuff and not just anyone else. but if they were busy, then noir wouldn't mind doing it.

• the first time be met you, you'd probably be so overwhelmed with the whole facility and thought of being a superhero. then it occurred to him–"you have no doggone idea what you're supposed to do"

• he'd see it in the way you were practicing your swings, much like how miles was in the first movie, you were rough around the edges when it came to this–very inexperienced. noir, out of the goodness of his heart, decides to help teach you personally.

• he'd ask you first if it was okay with you if he could touch you this way–by the waist and by the wrist–to teach you how to swing. if you told him it was okay, he'd mutter a, "good", and hold you close and tight, and swing you around.

• that was probably the moment you fell for him, when he held you so gently and carefully that he made it clear he wasn't going to let you go, despite all your fears that he'd lose his balance, or his grip, or drop you on purpose. he meant to protect and teach you, and you felt a growing fondness for the man :>

• now i think the moment he'd fall for you was when you went on your first mission, whether he'd be there or just heard about what happened it is up to you, but i'd like to think he was there for the whole mission and was preoccupied by another villain. he wanted to be the one to defend and protect you, but instead, you saved him, kicking the villain's asses without anyone teaching you how to do it that way.

• he fell in love with the way you fought–the way you kept going despite the physical strain, the anxiety you were feeling, the rising adrenaline that made you want to quit because you weren't used to this–you disregarded all of that when you realized noir needed your help.

• "wow... color me surprised, newbie. you've got some sweet moves you gotta teach me."

• from that day on, you two have been exchanging moves and tactics with each other. and you two have been doing things outside of missions together, like maybe visiting each other's home dimension and showing the other all kinds of things in their universe that the other doesn't have.

• if you had a disco ball in your room, noir would be SO OBSESSED WITH IT. you told him it was just decor, it was usually used for dancing. noir would insist on dancing with you under the light of the disco ball, AND THAT'S WHEN YOU TWO REALIZE JUST HOW CLOSE YOU TWO ARE–WHEN YOU TWO FINALLY SHARE A DANCE.

• "y'know, i've been watching you from afar, in a concerned, friendly way. but now that... i've realized you don't need me as much as i thought you would... i've gone from watching to admiring you. if you'd let me... i'll admire you for a whole eternity."

a/n: WHAT DO YOU SAYYYYYYY

@thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir fluff #atsv imagines #spidersona #atsv #atsv x reader #itsv #itsv x reader #itsv x you #itsv x y/n

[nichenarratives]

A Doggone Shame: Part 1

An Obscure Oneshot

Inspiration art by Tracy J Butler

It's a rarity Mordecai finds himself home before sunrise, so it is with great delight he's enjoying some time to himself that fine autumn evening in 1926. He'd made dinner - a warming and nostalgic Matzo ball soup, with enough for tomorrow - had a shower, made a hot cup of tea and had just settled into his favourite armchair to continue reading Soldier's Pay by William Faulkner when there's a hurried, desperate knock on his apartment door.

The monochrome tom glances up, stilled in place with book in hand and cup halfway to his lips. He's not expecting to be bothered. The Lackadaisy would still be in full swing, which would keep most everyone Mordecai knows occupied until gone three tomorrow morning. It's possible Atlas has sent someone to fetch him at the last minute, but Viktor would not knock so gently, nor not announce himself.

Another knock, this one faster, more urgent. Mordecai sets his teacup down on its saucer and closes the book without saving the page, placing it on the chair. Slippered steps are silent as he crosses the room, habitually drawing a pistol from within his dressing gown on the way. He's tense as he presses his body to the wall beside the door - not the wood, as it's too flimsy - and cranes his neck to peer through the peephole, expecting at least an enemy.

Familiar large, yellow eyes framed by a deep brown bob cut stare back. The black feline sighs, though he's unsure if it is out of relief or vexation, and slips his pistol away. Taking a breath, he composes himself once more before answering the door. "Miss Pepp-Urgh!"

There had been more to his greeting, some formalities and an honest query for her visit, but Mordecai can't help but recoil when he sees what Ivy holds; a mangy animal, beady black eyes and nose standing in sharp contrast to scruffy, white fur. The creature is small enough to fit in an austere lady's handbag, sharp, unkempt claws loosely grasping Ivy's sleeve as its ratty tail swings uselessly between its legs. 

A dog, he realises with disdain, scrunching his nose at the scent of slobber and damp fur. He takes a step back into his apartment and half-closes the door between them, as if the partial physical barrier might make it less revolting. Sadly, it does little. "Miss Pepper," he tries again, forgoing formality for precision. "Why is that… thing, outside my apartment?"

The girl puffs out her cheeks. "He's not a thing, he's a dog!"

Mordecai scowls at the creature, which seems to find joy in his discomfort; the thing wags its tail more intensely and in a fit of excitement, begins to squeak and struggle in Ivy's arms until unable to get free, begins frantically licking her chin. Ivy giggles and tries to block the slobbering tongue lashes with a hand, with very limited success. "Isn't he cute? I found him running about on campus, no collar or anything. He might be a stray!"

The very prospect of being slathered with dog germs makes Mordecai feel nauseous. He has no idea why anyone would willingly cohabit with such a beast, let alone allow it to share its microbiome so recklessly. Ivy has also pointedly avoided his questions. "If it's a stray," he asks carefully, choosing his words to evoke an accurate response. "Why bring it here? Why not transport the infernal thing straight to the pound-"

Ivy gasps and foregoes protecting her face from more licks to pointlessly cover the animal's ears with her free arm and hand. "Mordecai," she admonishes through grit teeth, yellow eyes wide and judgemental. "You can't be serious? They put strays down in the pound." She uncovers the dog's ears and snuggles him close, trapping its head under her chin. "I'm going to keep him! I just have to convince someone he'll be a great addition to the cafe!"

"Wonderful," the tuxedo tom cat answers flatly, ears laying flat and eyes narrowed with resignation. He doesn't want to run into this animal again, certainly not at his place of work. Unfortunately, given their unique brand of relationship, explaining as such would only encourage Miss May to keep the thing. He'll just have to pretend not to care. Starting now. "If that's all you wished to discuss, my tea is going cold. Good evening."

"Actually," the student interjects, even pressing a boot into the space between the door and frame before it can close, bringing the dog even closer while doing so. It's difficult for Mordecai not to hiss in discomfort at the renewed proximity. "I was hoping to ask a favour."

Green eyes fixed on the mongrel within inches of his pristine home, the statement snaps his gaze to wide, hopeful yellows. Ivy looks almost as pitiful as the animal she carries, gazing up at the man her Godfather would take everywhere like his personal shadow, batting her eyelashes and offering the soft smile that always works on Viktor.

He doesn't need to hear her question. "No."

"Come on, please?" The university student begs. Apparently still oblivious to his aversion, she holds it at arm's length towards Mordecai, forcing them within an inch of each other. Its tongue lolls absently, eyes devoid of intelligent thought, and its breath is faintly tainted with an unidentifiable stench. Mordecai grimaces. "It's just one night, and Atlas is so small! He won't get in the way or anything!"

Gingerly pushing her arms - and by extension, the dog - back into the hall, Mordecai snorts humourlessly. "Naming it after my employer does not garner additional sympathy for its wretched existence," the sharpshooter responds flatly. He feels like he needs another shower just being in the same building as the creature. "What on Earth led you to believe I would willingly shelter this creature at all?"

Her mouth twisting and brows knitting together, Ivy looks away. "Actually, I… you're kinda my last choice," she admits, holding Atlas tightly as he begins to whine and squirm anew. A few gentle pets calm him down, but her eyes water when their gazes lock once more."We're not allowed to keep pets in the dorms, so I asked Viktor and Freckle and even Miss May already if he could stay, but they were all yoo busy to talk tonight. I just need time to convince someone to keep him for a night or two while I convince Atlas to keep him. Please?"

Factoring in his own sacrifices and discomforts, Mordecai can see two possible outcomes to this request. First, he can refuse to assist and force her to take the dog to the pound. While this option would make his evening more pleasant, it could also incur negative affiliations with his character, of which he already has plenty. While unbothered by their perceptions, Atlas would likely find fault, something Mordecai does care to incur.

Alternatively, he could agree to house the glorified rat for a night or two, bolster his social standing with the few people he cares for the opinions of - namely, Atlas and Viktor, who are both fond of Miss Pepper - and garner appreciation from Ivy. Factoring in time to feed and clean up after the dog, it's a substantial and exhaustive alternative, but the potential benefits could outweigh the short-term detriments.

Despite the logical analysis, Mordecai feels like he's making a mistake when he sighs and opens his door wider again. "It can stay in the bathroom tonight," he concedes, but raises a stilling palm when Ivy begins to vibrate with excitement on the threshold. "A single night, Miss Pepper. I don't have the time nor patience to coddle the mongrel beyond that."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The young feline speaks as she steps inside, bouncing on her heels as she heads for the bathroom backwards, so she can continue talking to her newest benefactor as she goes. "I'll bring him some food in the morning and go straight to Miss May to talk about Atlas after! I promise, you won't even know he's here! We just have to set him up with some old blankets for a bed."

Dark ears fold back, already regretting his decision. He'd not considered the messier components of a dog staying in his apartment, having assumed it would sleep on the tiles. "I do not own any old blankets; they are of the finest-"

"That's okay, he won't mind!" Ivy deposits the small bundle of problems onto the tiled bathroom floor and pivots straight to the airing cupboard, opening it up and extracting a slew of pristine, carefully folded sheets. To the tuxedo's horror - and before he can object - said sheets are dumped onto the likely bacteria-ridden tiled floor next to the toilet. "There! It's perfect! Now, some newspapers."

Mordecai has yet to recover from his dirtied sheets, hackles raised and tail fluffed when he dares to ask as Ivy retreats into the living area: "Newspapers?"

"Of course!" She yells from the next room, a sifting of paper as she rifles through his magazine rack. Mordecai stares at the little dog sniffing around his bathroom and the bundle of sheets with great interest. Its nose creates an obnoxious, displeasing snort with every breath, like a wheezing vacuum cleaner in dire need of a filter change. "In case he needs to go potty!"

Ivy reappears with an arm full of old broadsheets just as this new information clicks into place. The tom turns on her with a sharpness that could dislocate a lesser man's neck, his disgust evident on his usually carefully modulated muzzle. "Potty-? No, he is not… relieving himself in my bathroom. He will have to refrain until morning."

The black feline glances back to see Atlas is making himself at home in his borrowed sheets, climbing all over them while his nose works overtime. Mordecai shudders, deciding that once this ordeal is over with, he'll burn them, just to be sure whatever contaminants the beast left behind are dealt with. Ivy seems less concerned as she kneels down and sets out a number of sheets of paper. "He's a dog, not a person. He can't just hold it until you take him out."

Sitting back on her haunches, the university student studies her handiwork with a look of satisfaction. "There!" She says, leaning over to scratch behind a flopping ear. Atlas tilts his head slightly into the attention and begins jerkily twitching a back leg, his tongue lolling stupidly from his drooling maw. Ivy giggles. "You're all set, little guy! Now, be good for Uncle Mordecai, okay. Of course you will! Yes, you will!"

Mordecai watches the pair exchange idiocies with a sense of dread. He feels foolish, for being so shortsighted with his expectations. What had seemed to be a simple favour has already evolved into discomfort in his own home. The oddly overly-affectionate farewell Ivy offers the dog only intensifies those feelings, though he can't pinpoint a distinct emotion to associate it with as she kisses it's revolting head and stands back up.

"Thank you so much!" She reiterates as she turns back to the older feline lingering in the bathroom doorway. To both his surprise and relief, Ivy seems to step toward him for a hug, only to reconsider and falter at the last moment. An awkward second of silence passes before she clears her throat and edges around him, towards the front door. "I really mean it. Thank you! You saved that dog's life, Mr Heller. I'll make sure Atlas knows what a good man you are! See you tomorrow!"

She lets herself out, and Mordecai finds himself alone with a panting mongrel, the warm scents of saliva and dog seeping into the air as they stare each other down. The tuxedo tom cat wrinkles his nose, takes a step back into the living room and closes the bathroom door with care, eliminating the new problem from his peaceful evening. One night, he reassures himself as settled back into his chair, book in hand and a sip of lukewarm tea, trying to relax. How difficult can a dog be?

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy mordecai #mordecai heller #fanfiction #no beta we die like atlas may #fanfic #tracy j butler #oneshot fanfiction #oneshot #two shot #silly #humour #lighthearted #inspired by art #inspired #puppy #doggo #1920s #niche narratives #obscure oneshots #tormenting mordecai is my new hobby #ivy pepper #lackadaisy ivy

[futuristicsaladparadise]

The whole shebang.

I'm definitely leaning towards "I have too many dolls."

But doggone it, they're all so cute!

#american girl dolls #american girl #my dolls #ag

[calebwittebane]

ok finished the paulo chapter.... And Once Again ghetsis is the most entertaining bitch on that doggone island i literally went YIPPIII when i saw him and just a couple minutes later i see him laughing at a child like "oohhh omg your rockruff disappeared? you cant find your cute little doggy? well could it be perhaps that my kyurem KILLED your little doggy SO HARD that it ceased to exist. thats right i EXPLODED your puppy. your rockruff is NO MORE. i VAPORIZED your dog. i UNDID your dogs existence. it was so tiny and sweet and it loved you so much and i ERASED it from this world just destroyed it FOREVER. there is NOTHING left. what are you gonna do. cry? piss your pants? throw a punch? i'll vaporize you too but before that i'll find every little boy in this world every little boy like you and vaporize their cute little puppies too. because you made me mad. thats right itll be Your Fault." like im crying he just never misses he has never let me down ever

[melloeyed]

Haii!! I commented this on the latest chapter on ao3 but then felt like it should have been asked here!!! :3

EATING YOUR SPOT X READER STORY SO HARD RN FR!!!! <3<3<3

I LOVE SPOT AND DOT SM I AM HOLDING THEM GENTLY IN MY HANDS LIKE 🥺

ALSO. I KNOW THIS PROBABLY WON'T HAPPEN BUT I KEEP IMAGINING THEM ENDING UP FRIENDS WITH MILES EVENTUALLY AND BEING LIKE THESE WEIRD AND CHAOTIC PARENTAL FIGURES FOR HIM!!!

LIKE: HE'S A KID FIGHTING CRIME ALL ALONE IN THE CITY TRYING TONFIGHT CRIME?? NOT TO WORRY!! YOUR BEST PALS/ENEMIES DOT & SPOT WILL HELP BY COMMITING MORE CRIMES SO OTHER CRIMINALS CAN'T!!

LIKE LEGO BATMAN AND JOKER TYPE FR BUT AFTER THEY ACKNOWLEDGE THEY'RE FREMEMIES!!

IT'S NOT CANON BUT IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY AND I JUST LOVE YOUR STORY SO SO SO MUCH SO FAR!!! CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE!!! <3<3<3<3<3

EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

THANK YE SO SO MUCH! I am so flippin glad that you love these characters so much!

And I absolutely love the headcanon that you made up about Spot and Dot being Miles being friends and parental figures to him! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 It’s so doggone cute and silly! 💓💓💓💓💓

I adore the fact of how you made the duo more chaotic by making them commit more crimes just for him! The idea is just- 😮‍💨👍🏾💓💓💓💓

Thanks again for reading my fanfic about the Spot so much! Im currently working on the forth character, so stay tuned! 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

You have a good day!

#across the spiderverse #the spot x reader #spot x reader #funny #gn reader #chaotic duo #miles morales #cute #parental figures

[mytardisisparked]

"I'm a hater." "I love hating things." Cool. Good for you. I'm a lover. I love finding the simple joy of life. I love being caught up in the whimsey. I love laughing at dumb jokes and smiling when something even vaguely cute happens and telling people I love them as often as possible and reading dumb books with a lot of heart and eating fun food for the simple change of pace. I love engaging with things critically but, ultimately, still finding the wonderful, happy, lovely things about it. The world can be cruel and dark and mean and hateful and, doggone it, I am going to mine every ounce of joy out of it that I can find and then I am going to inflict that joy on other people.

#so sick of the eternal pessimism some people have about stuff #think critically and be a thoughtful person yes #but also don't let it bog you down #and if you really have your heart set on being a pessimist about everything at least don't bog other people down about it #we all have a limited time on this earth and with the people around us and i literally don't care I am going to find as much joy as I can #I simply don't have time to hate stuff all the time

[doggone-cute]

“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.”

― Thich Nhat Hanh

photo - great expectations... by alvaro.alaor

#DogGone Cute #take joy where you find it #funny dogs

[malamiteltd]

I was never able to fully get into Digimon, for whatever reason. I've seen one or two episodes of the original show, and I suppose the dubbing was a bit cringeworthy. The movie wasn't too much better, though I'd say 1/4 of it was pretty cool.

And I remember trying two of the games: Digimon World (1) and Digimon Rumble Arena 2; the latter was alright, but I wasn't getting a real connection either way. I don't see myself trying any of the others, as I'm not really big on RPG's.

Digimon in general feels like something of an enigma; there's a few things I kinda understand, and a good number of things I don't. And I will say, the Digimon themselves have some wild range of designs, from fairly cute to eldritch horror. It's a lot to take in.

So why do I like this one so doggone much?!

This is the first time I've drawn and posted a Digimon... I feel like I've entered weird territory I'm not supposed to be.

Digimon © BNEI

#angoramon #digimon #malamiteltd

[pianokantzart]

so I decided to browse through your luaisy tag just bc(I love ur take on them. esp bc u agree daisy is taller than Luigi like, that’s just biblically accurate luaisy as far as I’m concerned) and?!?!?!!!!!!!!! DEMISEXUAL DAISY????? shaking your shoulders shaking your shoulders shakingyourshoulders— how does it feel to be correct about everything all the time? to have the most objectively correct opinions?

YEEES!! Demisexual Daisy truther!!!

Very happy you're also on the same page as me as far as Daisy being taller than Luigi. There's so much cute ship art of them where they're the same height (or worse Luigi is taller) and it... just feels so wrong. Daisy ain't as tall as Peach, but doggone it let's not forget that Luigi is just a little guy too! Tossable. Chuckable. A beautiful trembling pursedog of a man.

#askbox #anon #Princess Daisy #demisexual Daisy is real #anon love

[dannygordonart]

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#Dog printed T-shirts in Oklahoma #unisex t-shirt in oklahoma #Doggone Cute T-Shirts in oklahoma

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

1940 Bugs: Cute. Future Bugs: Cute? How is your mind not blown? I’m you, you doggone maroon. 1940 Bugs: I know a gifter when I see one. Or did you think I’d be so stunned by this bizarrely drawn version of myself that you’d get the drop on me. I invented that play. Future Bugs: I know. Because I invented that play because I am you.

#bugs bunny #source: doom patrol

[samurairobotics]

"Introducing Fluppy Puppies, the new arrivals in the Fluppy Dog Family. They're so doggone cute, children are sure to give them all the special care and affection they need. Each perky pooch features a unique detachable bonnet, a little adorable face with pom-pom nose, plus soft terrycloth booties to keep their paws warm and dry. They come with their own personality medallion, just like Fluppy Dogs."

#fluppy dogs #fluppy puppies #plush animal #plush toy #plushies #pastel #cute #1980s #1986 #kenner #disney #ghost of the doll