#kicked dirt up

[pinkished]

#an alphonso boggins for your enjoyment!!! #i cleaned his cage and he was v huffy abt it #yelled at me the whole time to express his Displeasure #plonked him in some warm water while i cleaned his cage so he got a nice soak #immediately upon putting him back he hopped around #then went into his fave corner #kicked dirt up #and started burying himself in said dirt haha #ridiculous little dude #i love him #jessie talks

[foldingfittedsheets]

My first job was working at a dog kennel. It was a boarding facility so folks could leave their animals while they went on vacation. I always loved animals so I was stoked to apply, but I was less thrilled with the reality.

The owner operated the kennel on her personal property and was a tyrannical micromanager. For instance: she could see three of the play pens from her front porch. If you had a dog that did not in fact want to play with you, a stranger, and would prefer to sit quietly getting petted she would come out onto her front porch and yell at you.

The correct procedure in her mind was to play fetch by yourself which was just throwing a ball, going to pick it up, and throwing it again, over and over, to entice the dog. I quickly learned to never pick those pens. Even the small gravel play pen behind the building by the dumpsters was a better bet. There may not have been grassy fields but the miasma of dog waste meant less getting yelled at.

My time there colored my perception of certain dogs. To this day I disdain retrievers. They can be fine on a case by case, and ultimately my dislike isn’t their fault. But 75% of them weren’t potty trained and had never walked on a leash. They also had a brain just big enough to fixate on a tennis ball which was really annoying when trying to manage toy buckets and they’d just body check you cause they saw green.

Poodles and Dobermans were top tier, generally extremely obedient on leash and with their manners. This certainly says more about the owners inclined to get certain types of dogs than the breed itself but I remain fond. Pitbulls were similarly well mannered.

The craziest motherfuckers were Shiba Inu’s. It says a lot that these dogs rarely ended up on my schedule, despite the high proportion we had, because snappy dogs always went to the leads. It really didn’t help that we didn’t leave collars on the dogs. (I think it was a safety thing? It was weird). We slipped collars over their heads, and the shibas fucking hated it. They’d scream their little heads off and fling themselves around on the leash like a wild animal.

Hands down the worst dog I had was a beagle though. I still remember that horrible little man. He had been checked by the vet and was fine but he acted like each time he put his foot down it was landing on shards of broken glass. So each step was a tiny tentative affair, mincing and ready for the ground to suddenly rise up against being walked on. And god save you if this animal felt the slightest pressure on his collar he would shriek with ear piercing hysteria that you were trying to murder him. He walked the shortest circuit we had and it took as long to finish as the longest circuit twice over. I watched his owners pick him up once and he just trotted happily like a normal fucking dog.

My favorite animal however was this little Pomeranian with one eye. Easily the most friendly and well behaved of the dogs, big or small, he was loving life and everything in it. He didn’t yap or snap he just sat politely to be leashed and trotted along perfectly. He dashed after toys and retrieved nicely. I still think about that little dude sometimes. He was the platonic ideal of a dog.

But really the best kind of dog, the one we all wanted but never got, was one with solid bowel movements we could actually pick up instead of kennel induced stress soup, which is what we got.

#ramblies #ffs foibles #I’d give thanks every time I could actually pick up a poop #the rule was you had to at least make an attempt #if you couldn’t you kicked dirt over it #dog kennel #dogs

[ickypuppi3]

hm. yeah ok

#like i don’t even care whatever #passes out from caring #this means nothing i just think it’s super duper when they touch #something about billy aggressive violent touch and steve gentle touch but billy being wayy more affected. whatever !! #billy wanting a fight w steve vs steve refusing to give it to him Whatever #deceptively gentle touch that instantly means rejection #who even cares #billy hargrove #harringrove #sortof insane when you think about steve getting beat the hell up and getting up and fighting after and billy having a total meltdown to the #point he was crying before getting knocked out #walks away with my hands in my pockets. kicks at the dirt #characters who are the same but different but so similar characters who are two sides of the same coin characters who #i think they should fight it out more #i lied it always means something. it is just also super duper when they touch #billy emotionally fragile but refuses to let anyone see it until he breaks vs steve who wears his heart on his sleeve and is desperate to be #needed to the point he puts himself in stupid situations Ok ! #ickyposts

[greghatecrimes]

considering writing a one-shot where after Wilson dies, House tracks down Thirteen, finds her alone in the middle of nowhere, and basically tells her she’s stuck with him until it’s time to make good on his promise to kill her. House drags her back to, of all places, a farmhouse, that looks like he’s been living in it. There are remnants of Wilson there, too; pictures from the escapades of their last months together, a jacket of James’ hung permanently over a kitchen chair. A ring on House’s left hand that most certainly was not there during his marriage to Dominika. She fights him on it at first, but eventually gives in that it wouldn’t be so bad, going off the grid and moving into the spare bedroom that’s been sitting empty since before Wilson passed. House sets up a range for the spud gun on the land. He gets a few chickens in memory of that stupid bet Wilson won ages ago. She tells him about the adventures she’d had with Amy, and he tells her about everything he and Wilson got to enjoy. It’s peaceful and quiet and Thirteen never thought she’d be comfortable with that, but they take care of each other when the days are hard (and he takes care of her as things start to get worse). Despite it all, she’s not afraid like she thought she would be. She’s not alone. She has House, who will be there to send her off and tell her, “Goodnight, Thirteen. Sleep well.” when the time comes.

edit: hiii this is a fic now! you can check it out here :)

#words dump #look i’m in a writing mood but i am so tired so i figured i’d word vomit up this summary and maybe if i let it marinate i’ll get the energy #to write for real #headcanons #i just like to imagine a peaceful ending for them after everything #also this is 100% platonic if anyone tags this as ship i will kick u in the balls #(the hilson is not platonic. thirteen and house very much is). #greg house #james wilson #hilson #remy thirteen hadley #fic: in the dirt #100 #in the dirt

[calamitys-child]

Obsessed with the audiobook choice to make the borogravians all northern except mal who is Dracula. I love them so much you have no idea how much I adore these little genderfuck desperate losers with swords. Monstrous regiment u r everything to me forever

#ive reread this (or listened to it) every year since I was 13 and it gave me the first glimmer of hope in my gender and my life #and in my righteous fury about all the horrors in the world. the bigotry and closed mindedness and war and prejudice. #the abuse and exploitation of the poor and disabled and queer. the way the military industrial complex chews people up #spits them into the dirt #ten years now and every year i get a little more secure and kick back a little harder. pterry as always i owe you a homemade sandwich and #a damn good book to read if ever we meet once my own hourglass runs dry #gnu terry pratchett

[cherrirui-official]

I FORGOT TO POST THESE HERE!!! But please take the sillies that i did a while back while i work on other art stuff!

#i think they're really silly your honour #in MY hc/au they HATE EACHOTHER but they're also BESTIES!!! #olive oil capitalist vs mud cowboy anti-capitalist GO! #clodsire pastey wont hesitate to curbstomp arboliva joe given the chance... #...but at the same time hed give them a spare cigarette and listen to them rant about stuff that's on their mind while he fishes #speaking of which: Joe smokes on occasion but only when theyre alone. They're really good at hiding the smoke smell from others. #Unlike pastey who constantly smells like cigarettes gasoline and dirt (STANKY ASS!!!!) #also when they're pokemon joe is taller than pastey but in gijinka form pastey is significantly taller that's why the heights are different #bc in the au they can switch from gijinkas to pokemon at will #sorry for info dumping abt them they just make me kick my feet in the air like a little girl they're so goofy :] #more friendlocke gijinkas soon yall dw im just doing some other art stuff for now #maybe mmmm next month ill start working on the rest we'll see #friendlocke #friendlocke violet #violet gijinka au #saltydkdan #cherris canvas #also a lot of my saltydkdan related art consists of Joe being bullied I'm so sorry Joe I'll make it up to you

[the-patrex]

Learning a bit more of motion every day

#wanma do some dw shit soon but work is kicking my ass #shut up patrex #this is veeeery simple but this was dirt and fast and for that im happy w it

[sysig]

Care for your sparring partner (Patreon)

Bonus:

#Doodles #Wander Over Yonder #Commander Peepers #Sylvia #Wander #Everyone asking Peepers questions that just skirt that line: The Series lol #Shoutout to Autumn for directing my attention this way and encouraging my brain to think about this A Lot lol #Drawing Peepers sliding around 'cause he just throws himself into everything ✨ That's it that's the whole thought lol #I haven't worn a binder for long enough to lose my breath so apologies if this isn't quite how it goes but y'know - *gestures at The Vibe* #He would overwork himself to the point of nearly passing out if it meant he could keep fighting the way he wants to pfft #Sylvia's rough and tumblr and she can be mean but even she won't kick him while he's down! Mom friend activate haha #She's grown a lot <3 #Also getting a bit easier to draw her >:3c She does have a fun design :D #Her mouth is the most fun haha ♪ It really reminds me of Moomin! Cute cutout shape :3 #''Why are you fighting with like five coats on'' ''Dysphoria'' ''Ah'' #Notice how he covers his chest when she brings up his ''tank top'' ♪ She just goes on giving him a lecture and he's like ''Did she notice'' #She didn't lol especially if that bonus is any indication #Weeks/Months/Years later and she's just like ''So that time we were fighting he was- He wasn't- :0000'' Lol #Bonus Wander brushing her comb ♪ Gotta take care of his best friend/steed! Probably just knocking the dust and dirt off haha #Their discussion would probably be silly hehe you know he'd ask and then /she'd/ ask #''Did you know??'' ''I don't make it my business to pry into other's personal matters-'' ''First of all that's not even a little bit true'' #It's just all about respecting boundaries! All the way around :) Respect the sanctity of the relationship whether it's friendly or combative

[sciderman]

I'm a lesbian and I'm pretty sure you'd beat me. I present more masc but ain't no way do I have the strength

i am made of toothpicks and tissue paper

#BUT. i'm taking big gay boxing classes this year. so watch it. #sighs. my old boss tried so hard to sign me up for mexican wrestling classes. he knew me to my core. he knew it was my calling. #but they're not running those mexican wrestling classes anymore. kicks the dirt. #anyway i've never been in a fight and i would like to get into a fight. i want to scream and punch. aren't you tired of being mr nice sci. #don't you want to go absolutely apeshit!! !1. ! 1 #sci speaks #sighs. i remember as a kid the only thing i ever begged for was for my parents to sign me up for a karate class. #and when i finally got them to do it. the first class i accidentally shut the door on my hand AS I WAS ENTERING for the first time #and it was so bad i cried and had to go home. and i didn't go back because i was so embarrassed i couldn't show my face. so lame. #so im a weak little pansy made out of toothpicks all because of that stupid DOOR THANKS A LOT stupid DOOR. #lame lame lame LAME LAME LAME LAME!!

[verflares]

how do ppl even post or talk abt their og loz and oc stuff without the Dread seeping in . you know what i mean

#*kicks dirt* i still havent thought up a name for it LMAO tho i have some ideas i need to toss around #something something vague motifs and concepts. etcetera etcetera #i mean i guess the answer is once i figure tht out i can post everything non-art related under a readmore .... #and/more make a sideblog but god. i dont know if i have the patience for that ill be real #ppl who can keep their mains art only are so brave <3 it is literally only discord that stops me from posting every thought ive ever had #love everyone here though. hope you are surviving and that it will get better to whoever needs to hear that :] #personal.txt

[matchheadz]

I would like to thank whoever made the fic about Mama Vergil giving adult Nero her happy meal toy for the following brain rot:

When Nero and Vergil get closer, it’s in a very mute and limited capacity. Dante and the rest of the DMC crew have sort of resigned to the fact that they won’t ever be buddy-buddy. What they don’t know, however, is they only see what father and son allow them to see.

They’re both, underneath the façade of sarcasm and the extravagant displays of power and pride, actually sort of quiet people. Nero’s boisterousness is a learned behavior, a one born out of rebellion from his assassin days at the Order. Vergil, underneath the ambition and devilishly cold stares, is a romantic and a bookworm.

So when they start seeing eye to eye a little, it’s quiet. Private. Nero, ever the more communicative, will tell Vergil stories that he missed out on while he was absent. Of the odd treatment he received while in the orphanage, of his late brother, how he found his children etc. Vergil, if nothing else, is a good listener. He will nod and hum his acknowledgments, stay silent and thoughtful at Nero’s revelations. Sometimes, mostly when recounting stories of him as Credo, the corner of his mouth will twitch in what Nero *thinks* must be a smile.

Then one day around their first December, Nero starts picking up more and more jobs. He’s insistent to do them on his own, and the shit twins are more or less respectful of his wishes. But the three of them had fallen into a habit of picking up jobs together. Not all the time; nobody could afford that. But enough to feel his absence. Like a party member not showing up for Sunday brunch.

Vergil, still hesitant on reaching out, defers to Dante, who scoops his nephew’s job right from under him. It was a rough one. Probably should have included all three of them, and maybe Lady as a backup. Nero’s furious. He’s absolutely filthy, the van is likely to need hundreds in repairs and he’s tired. Tired enough to snap at Dante in early morning the last of the demons die, but not rev Red Queen’s engine. There’s an awkward silence between the two. Dante, ever the attention hog, doesn’t understand what he’s done but clearly feels bad. Vergil, on the other hand, is completely aware and turns around to walk into the only open “restaurant.”

You see, last month, while Dante had been entertaining Nero’s children during a birthday party, the both of them had coincidentally stepped outside for air at the same time. Nero had a constitution for gatherings built up over time, but he had never “become a people person.” And Vergil? Well, Vergil was Vergil. So Nero had gone on a small tirade. Sat at the stoop of his front porch, he had rubbed a tired hand over his eyes and complained about money.

They were strapped for cash as it was, with three kids, a niche freelance job and an orphanage sparing a meager wage. It was even worse that two of their foster kid’s birthdays were in November AND Christmas was coming up. He was adamant “that those kids got it better than he did.” Vergil did as he always did and merely nodded and hummed his acknowledgments until Nero had sufficiently relieved the weight in his chest to go give Kyle his proper, happy birthday.

so Vergil walked into this “restaurant” and bought the most nasty, disgusting double bacon cheese burgers for the three of them. Still covered in blood and dirt, and Nero still seething, they scared the absolute shit out of the opening manager by eating inside. The Snickers Effect took hold of Nero and he eventually mellowed out. In a small moment of silence, Vergil pulled out those fucking Shrek toys, one for each of their meals, and handed them to Nero while he chowed down. Dante fucking snorted the coke out of nose while Nero just stared at the damn thing in his hand with a sort of defeated look.

The job may have taken him two steps back, but it was nice, admittedly. Nice to have somebody there when shit got hard. To have family around. When Christmas came around, Nero sort’ve squirmed alot when the kids unwrapped their presents. It wasn’t alot, but it was enough for them. (At least that’s what Julio said after he gave his foster papa a big hug (Nero did NOT cry))

And those little McDonald’s toys sat well loved in the trio’s fairly bare bedrooms.

#text #dmc #dadgil #until guncle Dante kicked down the fucking door with three new skateboards #Vergil was the one who got the money for them #Just don’t ask how #If you grew up poor as fucking dirt you know

[mail-me-a-snail]

kiltro back at it again driving me insane with this song bc it utterly screams silvervance

#STOPPP THE BONE-DEEP LOYALTY THE ALLUSION TO A SECOND BIRTH #CHEWS UP CONCREET #silvervance #EUGHHHHHH #my post #i love you kiltro. *kicks dirt*

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

c!Ranboo's crown headcanon:

Ranboo's crown is made out of paper. They made it as a small child, and it may have gotten destroyed and remade a few times, but they still always wear that paper crown.

But imagine: the whole reason they were a paper crown is because (wether he remembers it or not) he grew up hearing stories about Technoblade and his win streaks and how he never dies, etc and wanted to be like him. So, crown.

And imagine Ranboo, newly moved into the tundra, their crown having been destroyed in the chaos of Doomsday, having to go up to Technoblade (the kinda terrifying guy who just blew up his old home and could theoretically kick him out on a moment's notice) and ask for some paper to make a new crown, possibly knowing full well that the whole reason he even wears it is because he idolized Techno as a child.

#also just. c!ranboo was so terrifed of taking up space whe. they first moved into the tundra. #“oh-no I hope they don't mind me borrowing some of their dirt to patch up a creeper hole oh-no” #“ahh I am definitely getting kicked out for building a house literally exactly where they told me to build a house!” #actually I want to make a whole pther post abt that because it's so hilarious to me #dream smp #dsmp ranboo #peer pressure duo #peerpressureduo #ranboo #cranboo #c!ranboo #my headcanons #rambling about blorbos

[hazyupset]

examples of why you should use references (i dont use references . i make bad decisions when it comes to art)

#erm . yea #instead of diligently working to study for finals . since its . finals coming up #i instead drew some doodles on a pack of sticknotes i found in storage #and yes . that is indeed freddy . frive nighhts at frrrrdies #i didnt use references so . i hope thats what he looks like LMFAOO #anyway . i should draw things more . or try to like . have ideas at least idk #kicks the dirt #or something #my art #doodle #styxarts

[freakingpeepseverywhere]

wha

what if

what if rocky could wag his tail feathers like a dog

#aardman #chicken run #chicken run 2 #HAS NO ONE EVER CONSIDERED THIS??? #Also another thought: chickens can purr. meaning they can all canonically purr like cats #imagine ginger just fucking PURRING FOR NO REASON- #OR ANY OF THEM. I DON'T KNOW #for some reason i think babs would probably purr the most. #ALSO. ALSO. them doing the little thing where they kick up dirt and like make little holes or smth.. that. thats adorable

[madamescarlette]

I need to scream in my car and then go bittersweetly cathartically sob at some movie but I can't, so I'm posting on here instead.

#KSHDJFSKDHFJKLJH #I LOVE BEING NEW IT'S SO FUN #no i actually do love being new in a lot of ways #but it's also stupidly painful and embarrassing constantly. #is this what they call the growing pains? /j #I have to grow up but also: do i haaave to (kicking the dirt) #anyway anyway. thank you for letting me groan at you all. i promise to be very normal now #thinking of rewatching the little mermaid just to catch the sheer emotions out of the air again. it's very special just for that i think