#like my dogs have wonderful temperaments

[darkwood-sleddog]

more and more i become of the opinion my dogs are not reactive to strange dogs but in fact it is unreasonable to expect them to NOT be reactive when the dogs we pass are unwalked, understimulated rural hellions that thrash at the windows of their houses, bark at us and follow us for entire lengths of properties, snarl at us, run at us with tense body language etc.

is this because a neighbor (who does skijor!) moved in half mile down the road from us a half a year ago with the most polite, unreactive dog that my dogs glance calmly at as they walk by? as it is unrestrained (no underground fence) on the property? absolutely is.

is this because a few years ago a neighbor's very nice pitbull mix got out and when it walked up to us with polite calm body language my dogs reacted just as calm and we were able to walk this dog home? absolutely is.

like i am a human woman and have lived in areas with much larger populations than i do now. i remember being followed by strangers, yelled at by strangers in aggressive ways. it made me tense and yes...reactive in those moments to ensure my own safety and needs were met. but was it my fault for having to react that way? To call friends and family and be on the phone any time that i walked alone? to check in when i got to where i was going? to bring pepper spray and iron knuckles to walk less than 10 minutes away from home? I don't think it is. Rather it's the failure that allows that behavior towards me which is at fault. i should not have had to carry those things with me. or call a single soul.

same with my dogs. my dogs aren't reactive, i'm just the only person who walks my damn dogs in my rural neighborhood. even though we can walk for 4+ miles either way on safe dirt roads out of our driveway before we reach pavement. nobody else. walks. their. fucking. dogs. yes i manage my dogs behaviors, it can be embarrassing when they get riled up, but know what? it is not their fault so many other dogs fucking SUCK. and it is not those dogs' fault that they suck either. i encountered more politely behaved dogs when i lived in the suburbs and city than i do now because those dogs at least had some sort of experience with being around other dogs (passing them on the sidewalk even) out of necessity. Rural people truly just throw their dogs outside and expect that to be enough. if you're lucky they install a little underground fence that will maybe keep fido in the yard (like uwu WE don't want to have a look at a fence and we're going to make all our neighbors GUESS if our dog might run into the road at them uwu).

#dogblr #dog behavior #is it unreasonable to ask completely neutral behaviors from my dogs #when they're being fucking harrassed? when they just want to do their sniffy thing and pee on a bunch of stuff?? #can't even like loiter in some places bc people's dogs loose their fucking shit even if they stay on the property or are inside #like...real containment and stimulation when and now please? #nothing happened but neighbor with a dog that barks and screams at us from inside non stop #put in an electric fence and assured me this under 1 yo dog will never leave the boundary #like...okay... #sure. #let's see how that goes #like my dogs have wonderful temperaments #sorry if they're going to tell your dog off for being a piece of SHIT brenda #my dogs obviously know our yard is their territory #but they don't make a single peep for people walking on the road which is NOT theirs #i can be out of sight of entire dogs with properties out of the sight of the road #and their dogs will still be fucking yelling at mine! like shut the . fuck. up!!

[wwerewwolves]

HELPPPP MY BOYFRIEND WANTS TO OWN A DOODLE.

#my certifications for this argument stand as: 4 years working in pet care. #his certifications for this argument: he met two very nice doodles #like listen. I have met good doodles. even GREAT doodles. I like some of them a lot. but I would never ever consider owning one #just due to the genetic variability and destandardization of breeding them there is absolutely no way to ensure that they would end up #like those doodles that are good. I’ve met enough bad doodles that I have a negative outlook on the breed. #literally ask any dog groomer #or someone who works in pet care like a kennel. #my ENTIRE staff GROANS when a doodle walks in #I even told him I would be down to own a poodle but no he wants a DOODLE #a bernedoodle to be exact #I just. I CANNOT become a doodle person #this is the same man who won’t let me get a boxer because their fur causes his bad allergies to flare up #like boxers are my DREAM dog I have genuinely loved every single boxer I’ve ever met. they have wonderful drive and personalities #I like their breed standard and temperament #this is not a jab at mixed breeds. I think every dog should have a home of course. but for MY lifestyle and MY decisions I’d want a purebred #or at the very least any mutt that isn’t a doodle 😭 #captain’s log

[inkskinned]

i think a lot about exactly 1 thing from the roman empire: the concept of bread and circus. the idea was that if your population was fed and entertained, they wouldn't revolt. you are asking us to give up our one small life, is the thing - for under 15 dollars an hour.

what would that buy, even. i am trading weekends and late nights and my back health. i am trading slow mornings and long walks and cortisol levels. i am trading sleep and silence and peace. for ... this. for what barely-covers-rent.

life really is more expensive right now. you aren't making that up. i make almost 3 times what i did 5 years ago, and despite an incredibly equal series of bills - i am still struggling. the most expensive line item i added was to own a dog. the money is just evaporating.

we were okay with it because it's a cost-benefit analysis. i could handle the customer harassment and standing all day and the manager's constantly changing temperament - i was coming home to hope, and my life planned in a blue envelope. three hours would buy me my dog's food for a month. i can give up three hours for him, for his shiny coat and wide, happy mouth. three days could be a new mattress, if i was thrifty. if i really scrimped and saved, we could maybe afford a trip into the city.

recently i cried in the car about the price of groceries.

business majors will be mad at me, but my most inflammatory opinion is that people should never be valued at the same place as products. your staff should not be a series of numbers in an excel sheet that you can just "replace" whenever you need something at that moment. your staff should be people, end of sentence.

it feels like someone somewhere is playing a very bad video game. like my life is a toy. like someone opened an app on their phone and hired me in diner dash ultra. they don't need to pay me well or treat me alright - they can always just show me the door. there is always someone more desperate, always someone more willing.

but i go to work and know i could save for years and not afford housing. i am never going to own my own home, most likely. i have no idea how to afford her ring, much less the wedding. my dog doesn't have his own yard. everything i love is on subscription. if i lose my job, i have no "nest egg" to catch my falling.

this thin life - they want me to give up summer for it. to open my mouth and throat and swallow the horrible hours and counted keystrokes. they want me to give up mountains and any non-federal holiday. to give up snow days. to give up talking to my mom whenever i want. to give up visiting the ocean and hearing the waves.

bread and circus worked for a while, actually. it was the kind of plan that would probably now be denounced by republicans as socialist commie liberal pronoun bullshit.

but sometimes i wonder if we should point them to the part of the history book that says: it worked until it didn't.

#spilled ink #warm up #writeblr #i have a good job please shut the fuck up before telling me to get a better job #girl i have vision and dental. #if u blame the victim that's wild. do u know about economic systems

[mhathotfic]

I was writing something else but this thought popped up in my head and won’t leave me alone so here’s a short piece, maybe I’ll revisit it later if y’all enjoyed it.

Warnings: hybrid au, cheating/cucking, reader is unremorseful about it, afab reader with she/her pronouns, ends in a mmf threesome

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader (+ cuck boyfriend who I didn’t name but was totally thinking of Midoriya)

She thinks you’re supposed to feel ashamed. “I love you” means something, it’s like a promise to some. A promise you’ll stay faithful and committed. So she doesn’t think it should be so easy for her to go behind her boyfriend’s back in his own bed like this.

But fuck, did it feel good.

Maybe it makes her a bitch, but she really doesn’t care. He shouldn’t have gotten the large dog hybrid with consulting her and he should have done a better job of checking his temperament and attitude before bringing him home.

It’s really not her fault if Katsuki is a domineering type who made his desires known the minute they were alone together.

And he’s always out of town for business, leaving his poor girlfriend and her needy little pussy all alone with a big strong man who wanted her.

What was she supposed to do? Not let him fuck her until she was leaking cum?

Maybe she should be more mindful of the time though. Her boyfriend was meant to be home soon, they didn’t have time to fuck before he arrived. So she should have said no when Katsu started grabbing at her in that needy manner.

Should have told him they didn’t have time, but she didn’t.

She should have been ashamed to be caught by the man standing numbly in the doorway. Watching with a slack jaw as his hybrid fucked his girlfriend.

He should be furious, but he found himself curiously aroused by how well she took such rough treatment.

The blond’s hand holding her down by the back of her neck while the other snaked its way under her to play with her clit. He’s growling at her to take his knot and with that dazed and eager smile she has it’s certainly not the first time she’s felt buried in her cunt.

He swallows trying to find the words he wants to say.

‘How could you’?

‘How long’?

‘What the hell’?

“A-are you going to cum? Is he going to make you cum?” isn’t what he expected to come out, but he can’t seem to find it in him to wonder about why as he watches her squirm and squeal out a whiny yes as Katsuki finally pushed his knot in.

He should be devastated, but he finds it hard to be when his girlfriend happily takes him into her mouth and lets him watch round two

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader smut #katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader smut #tw hybrid au #tw cheating #tw cucking

[doberbutts]

If y'all who actually care about my obsessive doberman posting ever wonder why I'm cagey about who I recommend nowadays, and why I don't name people who are "known greats" in the breed, consider:

Person C has a dobe produced by Person A and Person B. B and C are good friends. B has made some highly questionable breeding decisions including using dogs with known cardiac health problems and covering up thyroid problems by representing the dogs as "thyroid normal" but not including the detail that they're only normal while actively on thyroid medication.

Person C posts that their dog from this pairing is severely low thyroid at a fairly young age, and that they've decided not to breed their dog as a result. Person A publicly lamblasts C, calls it not that big of a deal, and swings by C's house to collect semen anyway. C deletes previous post, reports the photo, and the new caption makes no mention of thyroid disease but instead talks about how the dog passed all the other health certs with no issue, implying that the dog is perfectly healthy.

Consider:

Person Z has two dogs they have titled to impressively high levels in protection sport. Just before breeding, Z gets very bad results from heart testing on both dogs. One dog definitely has DCM, the #1 breed killer that takes over 50% of dobes from us by way of sudden death with no other symptoms, ie the dogs just collapse and die one day or die in their sleep with no other warning (unless you're doing rigorous heart testing). The other dog has concerning results indicating that DCM is on the horizon but not yet diagnosable.

Z puts both dogs on heart meds designed to combat DCM. The dogs' next test results return to normal. Z uses this normal result to say the dogs have healthy hearts and breeds the dogs anyway. Z has made no mention to the buyers of this litter that the parents both effectively have DCM, albeit well controlled with medication thus far.

If I did not have all 4 of these people on Facebook I would not know this about them. If someone were to friend them currently right now, they would not find evidence of this, because the posts with evidence have been deleted. There is no way to know this about them without knowing in advance.

When I say that the people I personally would get a dog from is a very small, exclusive club nowadays, I don't mean just because I'm particular about temperament, though that is certainly part of it. It's because I've watched this behavior from a LOT of otherwise popular, well-respected, well-liked breeders and I know if I named names their fan bases would crucify me, but I've also seen the wrongdoing with my own eyes or even in person.

[upontherisers]

in the cold spring

a/n: i'm in a writing mood recently! disclaimer: i haven't read mota or on a wing and a prayer yet so i do not know anything about jack kidd's life beside what is available on the 100th bomb group's website, so consider some details ~exaggerated for dramatic effect~. title is from ml burch's "i feel like giving you things" and this fic is about neither the cold or the spring, but it fits.

Goddamn Air Exec. 

Jack says goddamn Air Exec from the moment Bucky tells him that Hughlin recommended him, through two rounds of meetings with Harding—call me Chick—and Bowman—call me Red, through moving into the ops barracks, through shaking a thousand hands, and through getting a desk. Goddamn Air Exec. Goddamn Egan, goddamn Hughlin, and goddamn Air Exec.

His crew, his fort, and his dignity all because Bucky purposely flunked out of the tower. And Buck vouched for him! Goddamn Cleven and goddamn Air Exec. All of his training out the window for a desk in a corner office. He can’t even see the runway through the blinds, just the backroads of East Anglia and occasionally the Land Army girls and their cows. Five hundred hours of flight school for a desk in a corner office and a secretary.

“A secretary?” he asks as Harding points at a small station outside Jack’s newly-labeled office.

Chick nods. “Yes, Lieutenant Keene.” He looks around the busy floor, eventually settling on who he’s searching for. “There she is… Hazel!”

A head pops up from the mass of moving bodies and paper and a woman quickly makes her way across the room, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. As she approaches, she’s smiling with a brightness that goes all the way to her warm, round brown eyes, hand outstretched for another yet another handshake. Goddamn Air Exec, but he’s less bitter about it.

“Jack, I assume you’ve met Lieutenant Keene—”

“Hazel, I insist.” Her grip is firm and as warm as her eyes.

They met the few times when he had to go to Bucky’s office—his office now—and she was waiting at her station outside. He remembers her as polite but busy, inoffensively curt. Not one of the staff who blathers away, overly chipper and overly interested in the reason for his visit, but also not one of the ones who snaps at him to sit and wait and then ignores him like he’s the reason they’re losing the war. Hazel’s friendly and effective, a good temperament for a C.O. He wonders why she’s in here and not up in the air.

“Good to see you again.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Jack, I insist.”

Her smile widens just so, and he has a feeling that they’re going to work well together.

She turns to Chick and nods to where she came from. “Last of the after actions for the 418th—” Jack pretends that doesn't hurt to hear. He should’ve been up there with his boys. Goddamn Air Exec. “—I’ll have ‘em to Sheila in fifteen, and I’ll be at my desk after that, in case you need anythin’.”

It takes him a moment to realize she’s speaking to him, and he mumbles an ‘of course’ at his shoes. He’s a man who gets waited on now; it would take some time to get used to. She departs with another smile and heads back into the fray.

As Chick leads Jack around the rest of the space, showing him charts and maps and a million other semi-familiar faces, he remains acutely aware of Hazel. She’s speaking to a WAC as they go over some maps, marking here and there, her encouraging smile no doubt prompting stellar work from the younger girl. He’s reminded of Ev, the way his friend’s genial countenance can turn a boring day kicking around the hard stand into a respite and a rough flight home from a mission into a night at a comedy club.

Then he misses his friends—Ev, Dougie, Crosby and the man the navigator has become since getting kicked off of the Crash Wagon. He misses hearing DeMarco and Cleven bicker as they climb into their fort, that damn dog never far behind as Lemmons likes to sneak him out onto the hard stand. He misses the feeling of sitting in his seat and the controls roaring to life under his fingers as he hears his crew get ready at their guns. He misses looking out the window to see Ginny settling into her cockpit to his right, grinning like it’s Christmas morning and popping her gum into her headset receiver to set off Knick Knack at her navigator’s seat.

He even misses Bucky and his plane-to-plane chatter, always vigilant, always watching out for his squadron, his group, and the rest of the wing. He misses the man Bucky can be in the air as opposed to the faux-apologetic fast-talker that landed Jack at a desk in the first place. Goddamn Air Exec.

But then he comes back to Hazel and the scrunch of her nose as she stretches her arms above her head with a yawn. She slumps back onto the desk she’s sitting on, looking around the room curiously before meeting Jack’s eyes and nodding. He nods back before Chick drags him off to some new wonder.

She’s at her desk in fifteen minutes like she told him she would be and sticks her head into his office with a smile. She smiles a lot. “I’m back. Holler if you need anything.”

By the time he can look up from the file he’s puzzling over, she breezes back to her desk and immediately busies herself at her typewriter.

He doesn’t know what to do with her. The other C.O.’s have their secretaries do the standard—take memos, keep their schedules, make coffees—but that seems insulting. She’s here to win a war; he wasn’t going to send her scrambling for sugar. On the other hand, it’s insulting not to utilize her, as sharp and reliable as she is. His father would find her a task and a ring, which he had with his last three secretaries. Jack had no intention of using his rank like that. He’ll find something for Hazel to do. It just has to be the right thing.

And he searches for too long, it seems, because after three days of greeting her when he arrives in the morning and occasionally asking her where certain stationery was stored, she steps into his office post-lunch and plops down in the chair in front of his desk with a sigh. Her eyebrows raise and she wears a bemused smile as she folds her hands in her lap. She reminds him of Bucky for a moment.

“Was it something I said?”

He shakes his head. He’d been hoping she wouldn’t notice his lack of engagement, or perhaps would lean into not having much on her plate. “I’ve never had a secretary before.”

“Most men haven’t.” She leans forward and starts picking at a chip in the wood of his desk. “Your job is my job, too.”

“You seem busy enough.” She does. Every time he looks out into the hall, she’s up to something, whether it’s at her desk, in the filing cabinets along the walls behind her, or somewhere on the ops floor. She knows what she’s doing; he’s the one who’s lost.

Her mouth purses. “Not for long. I’ll be done with the backlog Bucky left by EOD.”

“I’m sorry he left so much—”

Her exaggerated eye roll surprises him. “That’s the point, Jack. It’s too much work for any one man.”

Goddamn Air Exec.

“But that’s why you got me. We’re a team… so,” she raps his desk twice, “put me in, Coach.”

He wants to say something, to have an important Air Exec order or some example for her to follow, but as he looks into her expectant face, he comes up short. He hasn’t eaten yet today, but he’d shoot himself in the foot before he ever made her go to the mess for him. She reads him like a book, which only further rankles his sense of command.

“Well, what’s all this?” She spreads her hands over the papers in front of her.

“Interrogation logs, new crew files—” He points at a pile Chick’s aide had delivered that morning. “I need to get those back to Harding as soon as I sign them.”

“Sign ‘em now and I’ll run ‘em over.”

“No.” This is exactly what he’s been avoiding, assigning her utter tedium. 

She pushes the papers toward him. “C’mon.”

He blinks at her before opening the file. It’s some report or inventory request, or both or neither, which he has no idea why he has to sign, but he’ll do it because that’s job along with waiting around and going to briefings and briefings about briefings. Not even a week in and he was ready to crawl out of his skin or at least out the window. Chick denied both his requests to fly so he’s truly stuck in this office for who knows how long. Goddamn Air Exec.

Two signatures, three, four, five—Hazel points to hidden dotted lines, flipping through the pages without a second glance, and Jack can’t help but feel like she’s tying his shoes. That probably flew with Bucky, but it wouldn’t with him. They gave him the promotion because they knew he could do the job well and he agreed. This is something he could be good at. A team of subordinates was a perk of the job, expected for a man of such a station, and he’s grateful that folks were will to help out, but he’d grown up watching secretaries turn from aides to mother-wives and he doesn’t want that for anyone, especially a gal as nice as Hazel. He’ll find something for her to do.

He signs the last page and closes the file as Hazel stands, hand outstretched. Pausing for a moment, he doesn’t pass it over quite yet. “I don’t want you being my errand girl.”

She reaches across the desk and plucks the file from him. “It’s my job.”

She turns on a graceful heel and heads out across the floor, making it to Harding’s office and back before he could find it in him to stop staring at her confident, unaffronted gait. Bright laughter—the brightest he’s ever heard—bubbles out of her as she tucks her skirt under her thighs and takes a seat at her desk.

“You could’ve signed three more reports in the time that took me. Now I’m gonna have to wait for you.” She tsked. “Wastin’ both our time.”

She’s tying his shoes again and that lights a fire under his ass for the rest of the day. He clears the files that had accumulated on his desk plus two rounds of parts inventory from the hard stand and he gets a memo off to London requesting more birds. He feels satisfied by the time he flicks off the light and gathers his jacket and coat. It sure wasn’t flying, but it felt like making a difference all the time. He didn’t know he could do that from behind a desk.

It takes some soul-searching, but he manages to light his own fire for the rest of the week. He maintains his composure through the worst of it, a long fog delay that had half his pilots climbing into the tower to beg him for clearance, a ‘misplaced’ delivery of Mae Wests that somehow ended up with the 418th before they came to ops, and another declined request to fly from Harding. Goddamn Air Exec. 

The job gets easier each day, especially with Hazel right outside the door. It does feel more like a team than subordination as they move around each other, trading reports and memos without having to speak. Still, she’s a few steps ahead of him—coming through the door before he can call her to pick up a file, finding this or that form before he can realize he’s misplaced it—but he’s determined to catch up. He comes in early on Saturday and has the summarized after action reports in Chick’s office before Hazel’s arrived for the day. It’s a good feeling when her eyes go wide in surprise and her cheery mouth finds its usual smile.

“Well, I suppose we’re even now.”

“No,” he shakes his head, “not even close.”

If they’re really going to be a team, he’s going to even the playing field. No more having her play governess. Neither of them are here to clean up after someone else.

That evening, Hazel is leaning into Chick’s doorway as Jack leaves for the day, chatting with Sheila. 

He mumbles a ‘pardon me’ as he passes and her face lifts at the sight of him. “Major Kidd! We were just talkin’ about you.”

“You were?” he asks as they fall into lockstep on their way out. 

“We were sayin’ how nice it is to have an Air Exec who knows what he’s doin’.”

“Bucky tried his best.” He’s lying.

She knows it and she snorts. “He was fun to have around, certainly.”

It’s quiet as they walk. The flights have stopped for the day and if he strains his ears he’d be able to hear the crews working away on the hard stand, but there’s no need for that now. That’s another thing he’s learning—when he’s doing the job and when he’s not. With the warm evening air and the blazing sunset in front of them, he’s grateful for the time off the clock.

He looks at Hazel and is struck by the sight. The light washes her dark cherrywood skin in a velvet glow, sending shadows of her lashes and her nose across her face. He’s suddenly jealous of Bucky and he doesn't know why. She catches his eye and smiles. Blanching, he clears his throat and stares at the ground. His boots are the cleanest they’ve been since he’s been in England now that he’s out of the grease and dust of the planes. Goddamn Air Exec.

They’re nearly at the ops barracks when he realizes that he doesn’t know where she’s going. Does she live in the barracks? Is she one of the girls who’s at a billet in town? Why doesn’t he know? Shouldn’t he know? She’s never in the mess and is so rarely at the Silver Wings. He wonders what she does with her time. He realizes he doesn’t know much about her at all, not her hometown, her family, where she was before the Air Force. The Oberlin pennant on the wall in his office had prompted her to ask into his life, but that’s because she’s always where he is, but he’s never where she is. He wants to be.

“Where’re you headed?”

She comes to a stop. “Home.”

“Where’s that?”

Her wry smile makes his heart skip a beat as she turns down the path leading toward the enlisted barracks. “Good evening, Major.” She never calls him that.

“Some of us’ll be at the pub tonight—Chick, Red, Bucky… it’d be good to see you.” He takes a half-step toward her so as not to yell the offer, maybe she’ll take it if he’s gentle. Part of him hopes she’ll say yes. He wants time with her outside of keeping the group on its feet, just an hour to hear her laugh, to ask her where she gets that charming accent from, to ask her for a dance. Part of him hopes she’ll give him one more good smile and walk away, that she’ll remind him there are rules, lines to be maintained. He’s not going to become his father.

“Good evening,” she repeats and he watches her go. He doesn’t have time to dwell on the ache in his chest as Cros yells at him from across the way. He’ll have his night and she’ll have hers.

He’s not sure if he should apologize for being out of turn when he sees her next, clear the air and make it clear that he’s not… he isn’t going to be that man. He reasons to himself that wants to know her as a teammate, in the same way he’d come to know the members of his crew. It’s what any good leader does. There’s a short speech ready to go when he enters HQ Monday morning after seeing the forts off.

She greets him as politely as she always has, but he gets the feeling he probably wouldn’t be able to tell if she’s upset. Her cards are meticulously close to her chest while she learns about the people around her. It’d be a good quality in a C.O. He thinks of all the women he’d just sent to Norway—Ginny, Vera, Amelie, Suzanne. Hazel would fit right in.

There’s a small box on his desk, no sender address upon investigation. “Hazel?”

“Yeah?” she asks as she gets up from her desk.

“Do you know who this is from?” He’s popping open one end with his letter opener.

“Oh, well,” she starts, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe, “it’s from my momma” Her inflection is that of an embarrassed and entertained daughter. 

A swath of white silk flutters to the floor and he picks it up. It’s a scarf decorated with rows of small and large flowers. From… from her mother?

“I—I, uh, I wrote her about you and she insisted on sending it. Bucky got one, too, when he started.”

He couldn’t recall Bucky ever wearing a scarf. “What’d he do with it?”

She scoffs. “God knows. I don’t think he remembers getting it. It was one of his… one of his mornings.”

“Hungover?”

“Still drunk.”

Closing distance, she takes the scarf from him gently and tosses it around his shoulders. She’s so near now as she starts tying it and he can look at her while she concentrates, her eyes glittering with that hope that never seems to fade. Does her mother have the same eyes? The same round apples of her cheeks, the lovely point of her chin? And her perfume, the faint hint of roses he occasionally gets during the day now in full force as she works. He feels flush and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands or where to put his eyes or what to say. A woman who’d only heard about him in letters sent her daughter to war and is sending him beautiful scarves. That’s the kind of woman who would raise Hazel.

“I always tell her that this is unnecessary, that y’all have mommas of your own to fuss over ya,” she says as she adjusts the knot at his neck and smoothes her hands over his shoulders.

“I—I don’t,” he stammers out. 

Her eyes widen and he hates the kick in his chest. “Oh, I’m—I’m so sorry, Jack, I had no idea.”

He waves her off but can’t quite find the words. There’s a yearning suddenly, one he left in the dark years ago, and he doesn’t know what’ll come out if he tries to name it. Hazel puts a comforting hand on his arm and looks at him sympathetically. “Well, I’ll tell my momma to keep sending scarves… only if—if you wouldn’t mind.”

“I could use a few more of these,” he says, glancing down at the knot at his neck. He probably looks ridiculous wearing it without the rest of his flight gear, but the accomplished smile on Hazel’s face is worth it. He’ll bear all the stares in the world if it keeps her smiling. 

She gives him one more once over before returning to her desk. “It’s a good color on you.”

“Matches my eyes?”

“Something like that.” She winks. 

His stomach flips; he thinks of his father and three weddings. 

“Oh,” she calls, “you can keep it on.”

He raises an interested eyebrow.

“The Telergma mission, you’re going. Chick sent authorization this morning.”

Three days later, Ev’s the only one who comments on Jack’s new gear after they finally get the all-clear for engine start.

“That from Franny?” his co-pilot asks. It’s a good guess; his sister would send something like it. 

“Lieutenant Keene’s mother sent it.”

Ev scoffs with a shake of his head. “Your secretary’s mother is sending you scarves? Goddamn Air Exec.”

Yeah, Jack thinks, smirking out the window and sitting a little taller. Goddamn Air Exec.

#my writing #hazel keene #jack kidd x oc #masters of the air #straighten up and fly right #jack x hazel #some of y'all have neat little banners for all of your works and i want one of those i just don't know how to make them #also this ended up being way more of a jack character study than a true intro to hazel because i wrote it in his pov instead of hers #also i can't decide if this universe is in present or past tense. who's to say

[a-libra-writes]

hello friend, is it alright if i request short headcanons about childhood friends to lovers with margaery and/or sansa? I need more sansa and margaery content, their tags are dead silent 😭😭😔. I hope this is okay and hope you have a good day/night.

Sapphic friends to lovers ................ my weakness ........ okay you didnt specify if it was so I assumed, LOL. This is more childhood crushes n' friendships cause its cute, damn it.

(((also im including my favorite dornish ladies bc i can)))

🐺Sansa Stark🐺

You, Sansa and Jeyne become "the little ladies" of Winterfell, a close trio of friends who are often together. While Sansa seems to be the leader, she very much looks to you for guidance, even if you're younger. She's often hung on your opinion and thoughts, and if you did the same for her, you both would be talking in circles about what to do before Jeyne would interrupt and suggest a third thing, lest you two talk all day.

Sansa starts to admire things you fancy, even if she doesn't always understand why you like them - say for example, swords or bugs. She admires you, too, though that's obvious, and she's childishly delighted when you agree with her thoughts. When old nan tells stories about knights and princesses, in Sansa's mind, the knights always seem to have eyes like your's.

And while Sansa often daydreams about being a married Lady, just like her mother, sometimes a worry interrupts her thoughts. Won't you need to be married too? Doesn't that mean you'll have to go away? No, no, it's fine, you'll just visit and write to her. Sansa makes you promise to do so several times.

If you're of a much lesser rank than her, she's heartened by the thought of you being her handmaiden instead. Proper ladies need proper handmaidens, after all. Then you two wouldn't have to part at all! Whenever she's expressed these worries to her mother, Catlyn gently tells Sansa that it's just the way of things, and she'll find new companions and friends in her future husband's house. Sansa retorts she doesn't want new ones, she wants you.

Sansa likes to fuss about with your clothes and hair, just like her mother fusses with her's. If you aren't a girly type or appreciate touching, this can be exhausting. More than once you two have bickered because she wants to keep trying different hairstyles and you want to do something else. Jeyne or even Arya are the ones who interrupt it.

Speaking of Arya, if you're the type of little lady whose closer in personality and temperament, she's quite fond of you. Sansa can't help but feel jealous, even if she knows it's silly. And when she scolds Arya for something unladylike, and Arya retorts "but YN does it!", Sansa just huffs. "That's different!" "How is it different?" "It - it just is!"

Sansa would also pout if you play with the boys instead of her, especially if you're a little older. She very carefully walk through the mud in the sword yard or brave the high parts of Winterfell's walls where you're hanging about with Robb, Jon and Theon. She wants to remind you it isn't proper, but then you might send her away, so she just huffs and deals with it. If she's feeling clever, she'll claim she needs you for something right this minute and drag you off.

(The boys notice this behavior and think it's pretty funny. Robb knows all he has to do is tease you and Sansa will RUSH over to your defense)

Naturally, you're going with Sansa when she has to leave for King's Landing. It'll be so wonderful! She has so many fancies of being a Queen and you her handmaiden, and that means you can always stay by her side. And apart from that, there will be so many amazing things to see and do. She can hardly keep still at the thought, and spills it all you to, hoping you'll agree. Arya thinks her sister will be too preoccupied with you to care about princes or knights, but she's just fine with that. Better you than that awful prince and his dog.

🏵Margaery Tyrell🏵

She knew you were different from the start. Margaery has always had an endless stream of companions, from her cousins to the daughters of her mother's handmaidens. There was something so different about you though, and she just couldn't put her finger on it.

Being a charming little girl, it wasn't hard for Margaery to find out about you from the servants and other cousins. What you liked, where you were from, what your parents are like, and so on. Maybe if she shows an interest in these things, you'll be more inclined to play with her.

(You both being children, it really doesn't take much for you to want to play with her. Margaery forgets about using her gathered facts and just has fun).

Hanging out with her means playing with allll her cousins and companions too. Huge games of chase in the gardens, elaborate and dramatic plays, big tea parties with over-dressed dolls. The consistent thing is you're always Margaery's "pick" - you sit next to her, you play the knight if she's the princess, your doll is the sister of her doll so they can't be separated. Even in competitive games, she's more likely to team up with you than play against you. There's been more than a few girls who complained of you being the favorite, which Margaery doesn't deny.

If you're the sort of girl who prefers playing swords and being outside, Margaery adapts to that. She'll drag Loras along (he'll never turn down a mock sword fight), and sometimes he sneaks training swords out of the armory. Sometimes you're the villain who steals Margaery away, and Loras is the knight getting her back. Sometimes she demands you two switch roles 'so YN can keep me this time!'. You end up close to Loras, too.

She's used to being made much of by servants and companions alike, but no praise holds as much weight as your's, except maybe her mother's. She can become quite prideful if you're always praising her virtues and admiring her. Margaery is much the same with you, and she's always been physically affectionate. She likes holding hands, doing your hair, hugging and sharing a bed (though that's usually joined by a baby cousin or two). Highgarden is positively charmed by its little Lady Tyrell and her companion.

(Lady Olenna has notes you two are remarkably close, and that could probe useful in the future. She'd invite you two to her little private parties, often posing unusual riddles and questions to you.)

Being accomodating and considerate, Margaery is easy to get along with regardless if you're more social or more introverted. Being the former makes it easier to attend parties with her, and the latter means she'll be more understanding than most if you don't want to attend the endless feasts and social gatherings. She'll miss you, but she's delighted to be the exception - you may be sick of everyone else, but you'll let her stay (quietly) while you decompress. She'd be disappointed to be sent away, though she perks right up once you want to talk again.

Margaery figures she has some kind of crush as she gets older. Her other companions talk about boys in the same way she thinks about you. Margaery isn't opposed to boys, but she finds girls just as interesting, and you're the most interesting of all. She'd be a little hurt if you were chasing after some boy cousin of her's, or picked another girl over her. It takes her some time to formulate these thoughts and feelings. She has a gut feeling these aren't things you normally think if someone is just a friend. When she hears a wonderful love song one evening - one she's heard many times before, yet just now has it struck her - she begins to understand her feelings.

As she grows older, she underatands you can't truly be with her forever and ever. ... or could you? Important married ladies still get to have handmaidens. Would it trouble you to stay at her side? Would you rather have your own husband and family? These thoughts often bother Margaery. She goes to her grandmother with her troubles, and Lady Olenna is certainly inclined to help her favorite ...

⭐️Ashara Dayne⭐️

Though the Daynes were well-liked amongst the nobility of down, House Starfall was a quiet place. Ashara was a quiet girl, content to observe her more outgoing brother and parents visit with guests. Her parents felt a female companion might do her well, and Ashara was open to the idea. She liked playing with the many noble girls when they visited Sunspear, and there wasn't much in the way of playmates in Starfall. Most of the servant's children were too young or too old, or boys, which her father forbade.

Her big, purple eyes took you in when you arrived. She was a little distant at first, wanting to observe you first, but she was never impolite or cold. Regardless if your personality was more on her wavelength or a total opposite, she's amused by your habits and interests.

Sometimes you two will play long and imaginative games, sometimes you read something together in silence. Ashara likes it when you talk about something you're very passionate about, and you can draw similar conversation out of her. While she was never a shy child, her parents are pleased she's becoming more willing to talk to others. Sometimes she just gazes at you, and when you ask her what she's thinking of, she only shrugs. "Only you." Ashara often says odd things like that.

Being friends with Ashara means you're around Arthur a lot, in spite of the age gap. He's always kind and gracious to you, very "knightly" even. Many servants think you two will be trouble later on, but Arthur just sees you as a second sister. Many times he's thanked you for being Ashara's friend, and asks you to look after her safety.

She's not very affectionate, even with her brother, but she enjoys holding your hand and brushing your hair in the evening. During loud feasts and parties, she likes to take your arm and keep close so you don't lose each other.

Going to Sunspear is already exciting, and Ashara is the one introducing you to all the Martell cousins and other children, both highborn and lowborn. The both of you quickly make a trio with Princess Elia. You're either of similar temperment to the steady girls, or you're encouraging them to run about and play more. The three of you like to go off to your own games and little world, and this bond only strengthens each time you visit.

It might be Elia who helps Ashara put words to her feelings, once she's older and seriously thinking of them. Arthur has his two cents as well; gently warning his sister that you may not be with her forever. She hates to think of that, though she knows it's true. She's content to keep these feelings to herself. It would almost be worse if you felt the same, because then you'd both have to deal with the separation. Ashara hopes you don't think ill of her for wanting to stay quiet.

Reprieve comes in the form of the newly married Elia. As the future queen, she's expected to have handmaidens, and of course she'll want her childhood friends to accompany her. Her brothers Doran and Oberyn make it clear they only trust you and Ashara, anyway. Now you can have many precious years with Ashara, and not have to worry about marriages. For a while, anyway.

☀️Arianne Martell☀️

It's like you were meant to be her dearest friend. Your father was good friends with Doran Martell, so it only seemed natural that their daughters should be each other's companions. Arianne almost can't remember you not being there. You've always been a constant in her life, and you were different from her other companions or the Sand Snakes she considered sisters.

You two are notorious in Sunspear for your mischief, wether it's Arianne dragging you into it or you're just as bad. Prince Doran takes it in stride, as it's never truly malicious, and Uncle Oberyn only encourages it. Several times Doran has scolded you girls for being so mischevious to guests you dislike. Arianne gets most of the scolding - she's the eldest, and his heir, she ought to know better ... she never turns the blame on you, just teases that you owe her for covering for you.

There's always companions and cousins to play with, but you're second to none. Arianne makes this clear with her words and actions. You're to sit by her and hold her hand and are chosen first for her games. If you're competing with another child, Arianne is rooting for you and maybe helping you cheat.

She was your first kiss, too. It's when you were playing hide and seek around the vast orchards. Arianne found you, and gave you a quick kiss rather than saying "you're it!". Later she claimed it was to confuse you so she'd have more time to run, but maybe that wasn't the whole reason. When you bring it up years later as adults, she's both embarrassed at her childishness and a bit proud.

The downside to being her favorite is the jealousy. Not from the others - that's easy to deal with - it's if you're playing with someone else, especially a girl. More than once you and Arianne have gotten into arguments because she felt ignored. The little fight only lasts a few hours before you both make up, and Arianne is better about it once she's older.

Much of the jealousy stems from her being aware of her feelings early on. She knows they aren't feelings one has for a friend. Arianne is open about how she finds you the loveliest and the best, and she loves receiving the same praise in kind, but she wonders if you have the same feelings. She isn't ashamed of them, she knows girls can feel that way about girls - but she also knows only boys and girls can marry. It gives her much to think about.

She doesn't think about it long. Once she's Princess of Dorne, you can always stay by her side! Problem solved. She pitches the idea throughout your childhood. You'll never have to worry about a thing, she'll make sure of it. You both will always have the best gowns and go to the best parties and never have to part. It'll be like a dream.

Prince Doran is more than happy you and Arianne get along so well - you end up being like another daughter to him - he does often worry about her attachment. She can't expect you to always be there, and she doesn't want to listen to any talk of you leaving. Well, he figures she might see reason once she's grown ...

#yes i had to do emojis i regret nothing lol #sansa stark x reader #margaery tyrell x reader #ashara dayne x reader #arianne martell x reader #game of thrones x reader #libra headcanons

[survivalistghost]

2023 kdrama list

list of the kdramas i watched and loved in 2023

obviously this is quite late but to those who want to start a kdrama, this is it.

#10 - soundtrack #2

there is such a comfort in the soundtrack series. even soundtrack #1 was so good, but this new instalment, truly works on the og kdrama tropes. lovers to exes to accidental 'fate' encounter to forced proximity to lovers again. puppy dog male lead, angsty female lead, jealousy, wholesome second lead, it's got it all. and ofc, music.

#9 - king the land

many people did not like this drama. honestly, if you're watching a kdrama that is romance and comedy then why would be angry that it had romance and comedy. again, a true example of a classic kdrama, rich ceo guy with hardworking girl, mix in some trauma and employee-employer drama, and this is the perfect clichéd drama.

#8 - see you in my 19th life

honestly i just like watching ahn bo hyun. he is such a pretty man. storyline-wise, i feel like they did a lot of stuff, but the ending honestly disappointed me. shin hye sun, as usual, love the woman, what an actor, the second leads also did not disappoint, loved them all.

#7 - crash course in romance

such a heartwarming drama. choi chiyeol with the temperament of a wet cat, the stress of studies in all asian countries, not just korea. all the romances were so cute (barring the best friend and brother). one thing they could have done better was cast a younger actress for the female lead. even this love triangle was so cute and fun.

#6 - my demon

song kang and kim yoo jung really killed it with the chemistry. i mean, forget everything else, i'll just take 16 episodes of them hanging out. even behind the scenes reels will work. the plot was pretty solid, felt like a remake of doom at your service. song kang does a wonderful job at being both goofy and serious, and kim yoo jung did so good at the angsty ceo.

#5 - the good bad mother

am i surprised this ended up higher than my demon? yes. this was such a good show, the past and present layered together so beautifully. the villains seemed like actual villains, but you weren't sure who to hate until the last episode. really shows some aspects of motherhood through both the eyes of the kids and mothers. had a cute little romance as well.

#4 - the worst of evil

ji chang wook and wi ha jun. need i say more? i have said it once, and i'll say it again - so few do action like koreans do. i mean, vincenzo, my name, midnight runners, and now this, such action masterpieces.

#3 - daily dose of sunshine

park bo young wa sso cute in this one. i miss small kdramas with intense plots. mental illnesses were dealt with very well in this one. the romance was so cute, and chang ryul, my baby, i missed him so much.

#2 - alchemy of souls s2

i just. love. this series. so much. like, the characters are so well built, the storyline, the romance, the destiny, oh my god. please watch this.

#1 - welcome to samdal-ri

this comes as a surprise to absolutely no one. what a feel-good drama to end 2023. it was the perfect remix of hometown cha cha cha that we all needed. ji chang wook, my absolute gem of a man, and shin hye sun, queen of no shit given but too many shits given roles. adore the friendships, romance, calm setting, the love between everyone. please watch it.

#kdrama #korean drama #kdrama review #review #tvn netflix #kdrama text post #kdrama recommendations #shin hye sun #welcome to samdalri #ji chang wook #alchemy of souls #lee jae wook #daily dose of sunshine #the worst of evil #wi ha jun #park bo young #the good bad mother #my demon #song kang #kim yoo jung #crash course in romance kdrama #crash course in romance #see you in my 19th life #king the land #lee junho #im yoona #ahn bo hyun #soundtrack 2

[not-poignant]

hiya pia! I just saw your new puppy on Instagram!! congrats, he's so cute! I was just wondering, is he a rescue?

cuddles to him and Maybe 🤗

Hi anon,

He's not a rescue! We've always had rescue cats, which is actually part of the reason we can't get a rescue dog, lol. I'm about to talk a lot about it, so get ready! Lol

So firstly, in Western Australia, poodle x rescue puppies don't really exist at all in rescue organisations , and Glen and I are both allergic to highly shedding dogs as well as dogs with very short hair, and we needed a trainable / biddable puppy because we have a cat with a lot of behavioural issues. We've had to litter test each litter of puppies we've met with to see which ones were suitable / not suitable with our allergy issues.

Unlike other places in the world, poodles are actually very hard to find here, and as someone who's had my eyes on rescue organisations on and off for 10 years I can say with a lot of confidence we were never going to find a non-shedding puppy or dog without significant behavioural issues in a rescue. It was nearly impossible before the pandemic, and it's been impossible since.

Western Australia has a dog breed bottleneck, because before frozen sperm existed, most people had to pay around $10,000 to get a new dog of any kind because of the flight fees. On top of that, we have the strictest quarantine in the world. Any dogs to introduce new genetic lineages into a breed from overseas had to spend three months in a concrete cell, with no comforts and only allowed short visits per day. As a result, many of these dogs developed behavioural issues.

But this has meant that some purebreeds don't exist at all in Western Australia, or are just extremely uncommon. There's no medium poodles in Western Australia. There's only two active miniature poodle breeders. Borzoi aren't here. The list of like... fairly common dogs that don't exist here, or only exist in small numbers, is huge. And this means what filters into the rescues tends to be the most popular breeds - staffies, kelpies, malamutes, huskies, german shepherds, labradors and their mixes - all dogs we can't have as pets :(

So, we looked into purebreeds for a long time, and fell in love with some standard poodle puppies we met several months ago, but they were just too big for our cottage, and for our 12 year old 'I have so many behavioural issues Pia learned clicker training just to manage me' rescue cat.

We actually consulted with a trainer who specialises in PTSD dogs quite a few months ago before making this decision and deciding on Tobermory, and she was the one who suggested we go this path.

Rescues are great, I'm a huge rescue animal proponent, I've worked in both wild animal rehabilitation, animal fostering, and in animal rescue at various times in my life. For most people who aren't dealing with allergies (and keeping in mind that a low-shedding dog isn't hypoallergenic! Glen and I are still having allergic reactions, they're just not hives or asthma attacks, and we can manage congestion/breathing issues etc. with antihistamines + rescue inhalers), or who don't already have problem pets to worry about, it's absolutely one of the first avenues people should try!

But puppies from reputable and trustworthy breeders (whether mixes or purebreed) are often bred for qualities that can be more reliable in people who are trying to meet certain needs. And I advocate people go in that direction too if that's the only way they can have or live with a dog. Especially if they can meet with the breeder, meet the parents, meet the puppies multiple times, see (and check) health testing results, and those dogs are being registered, if not through a Purebreed Register (which honestly guarantees nothing except conformation, and often puts health and sometimes even temperament by the wayside), then through a reputable Register that has a code of ethics where you can report a breeder for poor practices and trust that they will be held accountable.

A small fluffy cutesy dog is actually not my favoured kind of dog in terms of how he looks. If I were picking a dog for cosmetic reasons, it'd be such a different dog!! :D I prefer borzoi, or leonbergers (two dogs that don't exist here), or landseer newfoundlands (doesn't exist here), or large munsterlanders (doesn't exist here) etc.

But in terms of temperament and what we need him for? He's perfect. Plus I can still breathe through my nose today and I'm not covered in hives, which is a win!

Anyway, I realise I could've answered this with a short 'no he's not a rescue' lol, but I feel like a lot of folks don't understand what it's like in Western Australia, one of the most isolated major cities in the whole world geographically, and what that means for genetic bottlenecks, issues with finding certain kinds of dogs in rescue, and how the chances of finding a rescue that works can drastically plummet if you're already dealing with pets that have stress, anxiety, and behavioural issues at home.

Maybe was this kind of rescue. She would have been euthanased before we got her. In fact she was literally 20 minutes away from being put to sleep, before we got her. She went on to develop multiple behavioural issues being a multigen feral with Bengal background, which is a pretty bad combo in Western Australian bushland (multigen feral cats are something else here, and have been mistaken for mountain lines in the bush). She's needed intensive and time-consuming management since we got her, and it means every other animal around her needs to be as easy to manage as humanly possible.

But yeah it's put me in an interesting quandary for about 7 years? Longer? At any rate, TL;DR not a rescue! :D

#asks and answers #personal #i could also talk a ton about my severe PTSD #and severe social anxiety #and my agoraphobia #and specifically looking for a trainable companion dog that's non-shedding #but like i think i've covered enough dsklfjadsfdska #anyway highly recommend folks consult with a trainer *before* getting a puppy #to talk about their needs

[cookinguptales]

I will say, though, that sometimes you try to talk yourself out of your feelings for a long time and then you talk to someone outside of the situation and they're like "what the fuck" and you're like OH okay I have a right to feel weird and bad and stressed out.

I guess it's easy to feel stupid because you actually are affected when people are actively trying to affect you, especially when it's something like writing on the internet, which is just... always going to get harassment. Like when I say I've gotten messages about how people like me should be euthanized in the past over tumblr posts. :')

So you're like "oh, random shitty people is just something that everyone deals with, I should shut up and stop being a baby about it" and then you actually show the messages you're getting to someone and they're like ???? what????

Like I shared my inbox with my hairstylist when we were chatting a few days ago, and he was like ???? This man is not in fandom, so when he saw the kind of shit I was getting over not liking a finale of a tv show, he was shocked. Which... was kind of gratifying. It made me feel less crazy. lmao

Kind of reminds me of when I wrote this really personal essay about disability a few years ago and it won a contest. The people running the contest gave me uhhh quite a bit of money and asked me to keep writing for their site for more money. Like when I tell you I was literally on IRL conference calls with these people asking me why I stopped writing for them.

And I was finally like "...well, there's this feature on your site where you can tag other users in your essays, and after I won people kept writing their own essays about how much I didn't deserve to win, about how "lucky" I was to have a sob story that was attractive to the judges, about how whiny I was, people questioning my disability, etc. And since they tagged me, this was filling my email inbox and it really stressed me out. But if you look at the actual comments on the story, you don't see any of that. So it was kind of invisible harassment."

And the rep was horrified. She had never even considered that someone might use the feature like that. She was like WE'LL INVESTIGATE THIS and I was like. sure, okay. But getting that taste of the spotlight was already enough to make me peace out for good, tbh. Even though I knew that a lot of it was just sour grapes because they wanted to win themselves, and I knew that a lot of what they were saying wasn't valid, the sheer force of the animosity against me was overwhelming.

Like... it's not a crime to have your feelings hurt when someone is actively trying to hurt your feelings. It's natural, I guess, even if you feel kind of stupid about it.

I guess it's kind of wild to me that we just take it for granted that anyone who speaks up is gonna get yelled at online. Any prominent writer or activist you see is probably getting daily cruelty, if not outright death threats. And you just -- you have to have such a certain temperament to deal with all that. And I don't have it. I get easily overwhelmed and stressed when people are mad at me and I know it's not ideal but it is who I am. I joke about it, but I really kind of do feel like a small nervous dog sometimes.

And I wonder, sometimes, how many great voices we never hear from because of this expectation of harassment. Someone says something, gets some shitty trolly comment, then goes back in their hole and never talks again. Or they see the way other people get treated and they never speak up in the first place.

idk, I don't mean to be a martyr about this and I'm sure other people are getting the kinds of messages I am but like. God, it is so weird and disheartening to realize that a few people have been sending you nasty messages for literally months when you block an anon from your inbox and you see what else disappears. There are people who are so mad at me that they've sent me angry messages for months. Because I don't have the same opinions they do about a tv show.

It kind of makes you want to never talk about anything ever again. :(

#just me #I've actually been literally stalked twice because of fandom #one much worse than the other #so maybe I'm just extra sensitive #but man it does not feel good #I Do Not Wish To Be Observed #but I do want people to read the things I write #a terrible conundrum lmao #it just all gets so weirdly personal so fast

[sotc]

This is a callout post to how problematic Jozsef is. he needs to get canceled!!!! I'm not sitting by while he just gets a free pass. (Lov that mans smsm. call him my problematic fave)

PROBLEMATIC OC ASK - JOZSEF

Oh boy, you can't have a durge oc without them being problematic LOL so here we go:

leads a murder cult as bhaal's chosen and favorite demigod prodigy!! 😊💖

LOVES to host orgies and sacrificial rituals on sunday nights

bathes in a pool of blood often. he swears it's really good for his skincare routine 🩸

likes to make human effigies bc 1) he thinks it's entertaining 2) to hang as trophies on his wall and 3) likes to gift it as a love token to impress his gf naressa

takes enjoyment out of torture and humilating ppl

hates orin 💔😔

he is NOT a #feminist. im sorry women. execute this man.

prone to impulsivity and has a mercurial temperament

there is no equal to him, he just thinks he owns you and/or is above you !! a true narcissist!!

it isn't romance to him unless stabbing and scars is involved

is a cannibal (but only for as a treat / dessert obviously)

has engaged in necrophilia in the past (woops sceleritas fel lore drop lmaoo)

has daddy issues 😬 STAY AWAY‼️‼️‼️

has used his slayer form for more than just killing if u catch my drift 😳

but post-tadpole/redemption arc, not only does he chill out but his red flags are funnier:

will kill for you but also NOT kill for you if you said so (green flag?)

this man has NO filter. thoughts are connected straight to his mouth. he would get cancelled for the shit he says out loud

can't take a fucking hint. when he has a crush he is CONSTANTLY trying to get your attention and pestering you. any reaction, good or bad, is still good in his eyes. (Sorry to your Naressa and Synne lol)

eager to please rabid dog-guy man energies. needs to be put on a short leash and have periods of enrichment (killings) to tame him.

does NAWT know what personal space is. will jetpack naressa despite being way larger than her.

wanted to help minthara win against the druids if it meant getting pussy

experiences pure whimsy and joy when he gets to slam his mace into people's faces while in combat or torture them (the party wonders if he is normal?? 🤨)

wears a kinky collar publicly and without shame. 🤭

#*jozsef #durge #lmao that last pic of him is so funny #naressa tolerated the very worst of him pretadpole but at least she got a guarddog out of it in the end🙂 lmaoo

[darkwood-sleddog]

What is your most disagreement take within the dog community? Not to start anything, but honestly curious as I'm wondering what you think needs to be addressed more within the community; like breed discrimination, or certain breeds having bad traits, or people having not so good ideas on what certain breeds should be.

1.) the dog community is huge so there’s not going to be a single opinion I can have that is is wide disagreement with it as a whole as it is too diverse for this to occur, however these are all my ~unpopular~ dog opinions:

I think the way that the AKC registers and titles dogs for conformation needs major reform. I think saying conformation is a “sport” as a majority of people here in North America do is harmful and breeds a competitive spirit in breeders/owners/and handlers as well as an unnecessary amount of physical uniformity within dog breeds.

What I would like to see (and what would never happen):

-graded conformation. (Meets standard Excellent, Good, Fair, Poor as an example). Get rid of the current point system.

-dogs must pass breed appropriate health testing and temperament testing to be championed or graded excellent and good examples of breed). For working breeds this in my opinion should include a working test of some kind.

- do not allow professional handlers.

-only register puppies of health tested parents.

- allow intact mixed bred dogs to compete in sporting, trick, companion test events and generally stop the villainizing of breeding mixed breed dogs when said breeding is done appropriately.

Not AKC related I think that in North America more shelters need to not be so strictly no kill (this opinion may be controversial amongst some dog folk but idc). There are dogs that are not temperamentally okay to live, such as those posing a legitimate danger to people and the general public, and letting them go painlessly is better than them languishing in the shelter system for years. The funds used to keep these dogs could be better served helping dogs that can actually be homes safely and/or helping struggling community members so their dogs do not have to enter the shelter system.

-FUND LOW COST VETERINARY CARE

-stop continuing to push laws and local legislation that seeks to restrict how people contain their dogs outside. Instead focus on reaching out to struggling community members in a positive way and respond to ethics concern with care for both the dogs and people involved. Funding low cost alternative containment/helping generally better containment and welfare of animals is imo better than legislating away the problem.

in a dog breed sense: stop woobifying dog breeds with the potential for aggression both towards dogs and people. Playing down a breed or dog type’s potential for dog or human aggression is not only dangerous but does a huge disservice to these breeds.

In a dog breeding sense: I think that those looking to better legitimize several popular companion breed mixes are doing good work but ultimately if they can’t drop the designer name and/or rally their communities instead of dividing into a bunch of little groups they are unlikely to succeed as they are then falling into some of the same traps as some purebred breeds. They have an opportunity to do better without hard baking those divisions into their communities.

-Stop naming dog breeds after indigenous racial slurs. Stop naming non indigenous dog breeds after indigenous groups.

-Companionship is a purpose.

-many dogs bred for sport are not fit temperamentally for their original purpose.

-“hated” dog breed mixed such as doodles and wolfdogs are NOT going away and are already being bred in large numbers (doodles way more obviously). Any attempts by the dog fancy or ethics groups to legislate these out of existence is pointless and will fail. Instead try and nudge these communities towards better breeding ethics and customer education. Uplift the breeders in these communities doing good work for health and temperament testing.

-people really need to stop adding Merle into every goddamn dog mix. It takes a lot of knowledge to breed Merle carefully. Some Merle variants in established purebreed dogs need serious examination from an ethical standpoint.

-crates are fine but like many other tools are very often over used to the point of cruelty. I usually find them unnecessary past puppyhood for well adjusted adult dogs.

-stop expecting everybody else to love your dog just because YOU love your dog. Your dog’s freedoms should not come at the expense of the general public’s ability to walk, bike, exist safely within public spaces.

#dogblr #faq #darkwood OPINIONS on this day

[cowboyjen68]

Hey, Jen!

I was wondering where you got Lumen from?

I’ve been looking into whippets (I want to get a dog within the next couple of years) and I think the breed would be a really good fit for me. Unfortunately they seem to be pretty rare in the US- especially in the Midwest.

Sorry if you’ve answered this previously!

Lumen was a gift from one of my close friends. The second one he gave me. She retired from show because she was pigeon toed. She was overly jealous of his older girl so he asked me to take her. Whippet breeders in general are a very careful lot. Watching for health and longevity and protecting the breeds makeup.

You are correct that they are not a plentiful breed. The breeders are very selective and don’t breed often to preserve the lines. There are a few rescues. There are usually waiting lists you can get one.

Greyhounds are a much larger sight hound and sadly, due to the shitty sport of dog racing, there are many available. They are similar in temperament and needs and personality although not exactly.

Don’t get a puppy mill dog. Any good breeder will allow you a tour of Their home, references of owners and show/lines/other breeders.

They are not a cheap dog and it can take time for a pup to be yours but with training and learning the breed they make absolutely amazing, loving companions.

Larger cities like Minneapolis and St Louis have well respected breeders and owners.

[wyrddogs]

hi! sorry if you’ve talked about this before but I was wondering how it is owning two male dogs, especially one being a terv who i’ve heard can be prone to same sex aggression? i love boy dogs and am interested in owning a belgian some day so i was just curious

Sure thing!

The correct temperament for a Belgian shepherd is to be aloof towards other dogs, but same-sex aggression is definitely a thing that can happen, so it's a thing to be on top of. We've got multiple intact males in this house, not just my two, so it's a matter of managing both the dogs and our expectations.

It also comes down to the individual dogs, some are more cool with other dogs than others, and some are more cool with dogs of the same sex than others. I know someone with a malinois who cannot be around other dogs, much less males. So you'd have to look at the parents and lines, and talk to your breeder about this. Or if you're getting from a shelter or rescue, make sure the dog has been evaluated.

With my boys I did not have to crate-and-rotate at any point like I did with Bindi (bitch who disliked other dogs) and Kermit (male 1/10th her size as a puppy, 1/5th her size as an adult). Kermit and Zaku really like each other and enjoy each other's company, which I feel very lucky about. As Zaku continues to mature, I'm watching them very carefully and I don't allow them to be in situations where they might feel the need to challenge each other.

Same for Zaku and the intact male greyhound puppies. We are very careful when they interact to never let them get into a situation where there can be friction. As the three of them mature, we may have to be even stricter about their interactions, but right now they are still very amiable with each other.

When one of the bitches in this house comes into heat we basically go on lockdown. My boys are largely separated from it because I live upstairs but that will change when I get my own bitch. I plan to crate-and-rotate during those periods, and will crate her downstairs in a separate room with a closed door when I have to leave the house. No shenanigans allowed.

So yeah it's basically not allowing bullshit while also rewarding good behavior. Sometimes dogs will be incompatible-- Kermit loathed Too (intact male corgi) because Too was rude and a bully-- so we finally had to separate them for good. But he largely gets along with other males, intact or not.

A lot of people will add a dog of a different sex because it's easier that way. That's actually the main reason I'm getting a bitch as my next dog. Zaku and Kermit are both pretty confident high-powered males, and adding another male of the temperament I like could be dicey. Adding a bitch will be much easier, so I'm going that route.

I hope that answered your question!

#canine management #I'm still pretty new to owning multiple males #but 12 years of bindi has taught me micromanagement #so things have been going very well #I'm of course prepared for teenage bullshit #but zaku has been a good boy so far

[doberbutts]

do you have any resources that one could read on re : bitesports and what ties and origins each sport might have? both for the more iffy things and just overall history. it seems most people into those sports never talk about those aspects of the sports + don't like people questioning things. maybe that's just me, but it's the impression i've gotten and that + the pretty apparent amount of bigots and bootlickers present in those scenes is a big part of why im wary of the whole thing (personally speaking).

so you mentioning those things in your answer to another anon got me wondering if you had any pointers if i were to want to do more in detail research on the topic. i'll be honest and say i'm not a fan of bitesports, i'm not looking to get into any of them as of right now, but that's simply my personal opinion, and i'm trying to be open minded about it,.i'll be glad to learn anything, so feel free to make your answer as short or long as you want. thanks and i hope this isn't a bother!

Honestly? No, I don't, because I don't think a comprehensive historical analysis of any bite sport exists in any form of published format. You have to understand a lot of this is solely reliant on in-person learning and word-of-mouth and oral history, so what written sources we do have you will need to do a lot of reading inbetween the lines and knowing your human history.

For instance, you'll see a lot of history passages like this: the first Schutzhund trial was held in 1901 as a means of testing the German Shepherd's worthiness as a police and military dog. German Shepherd fanciers worked closely with the police and military within Germany at the time to continue to closely cultivate the breed's temperament, eventually proving them to be successful war dogs. In WWII, American soldiers brought several captured dogs back to the country, adding them to the United States military.

Okay. So. Read between the lines here and piece together what you know about what was happening in Germany in WWI and WWII. You're almost assuredly not going to find any bitework-specific material that blatantly says "German Shepherds were Nazi dogs" except maybe in Nazi-branded propaganda published in German within Germany during the war, which the Germany of today has done its best to bury within the confines of time. But... "worked closely with police and military" "proven successful war dogs" "American soldiers captured off the battlefield during WWII" uhhhhhh that means...

Similarly you're not going to find any specific source that says "South American dobermans were specifically Nazi dogs" but if you know your human history then you'd also know that Nazis fleeing punishment for their war crimes went into hiding in South America and many took their dogs and other sources of German pride with them, and if you know your doberman lines you also would know that South America is one of the only continents that still uses dobermans in their police and military widespread to this day because the dogs are known to be incredibly sharp, defensive, and unpredictable, much like the original temperament of the breed.

It is what is not being said that you need to pay attention to, because no one is going to specifically call it out. Whether out of shame, or fear, or even as a means of hiding their own bigotry.

[firelightfoxes]

Hi! I've followed you for a little while and I've really enjoyed seeing Lichen and Ava's exploits!

I met a Mudi at a dog show this weekend who had a really really fabulous temperament - he was nice and calm in the busy show environment but super friendly and lovey dovey when I (a complete stranger!) went to say hi. Now I'm kind of obsessed and I'm trying to learn more about the breed, if you're open to sharing some of your experience!

I was wondering, in your experience, what is it like to live with a Mudi? What is a typical Mudi temperament like? I know the breed has some issues with temperament - do you know of breeders who are consistently producing really great temperaments, or is it pretty hit or miss even with the best breeders?

hi there!

Lichen is really easy as far as mudis go, at least compared to how i see people talking in the facebook groups and such. she's quiet and is really good, non-destructive even with little exercise (being tested right now because i'm recovering from surgery). she'll entertain herself with her toys or nap if left to her own devices but she loves to play with me and will bring toys to me/my partner to solicit play. she gets along fabulously with Ava, they play sometimes but mostly just chill and sniff each other.

so that's my experience living with one, but again, she's not as "needs to work" as i've heard other mudis be described. it definitely depends on lines.

as far as temperament goes... it's completely acceptable for mudis to be suspicious and/or wary of strangers. obviously, a stable dog shouldn't become genuinely fearful, but it's not uncommon for it to turn into that, especially depending on socialization. i've been very intentional with Lichen since she came home to expose her to strangers and such, and she still doesn't like to be touched by strangers. she will tolerate it now after handling classes and shows where we practiced, but it's likely something she'll never enjoy. which is fine! it's how the breed is. personally, i like my dogs to keep to themselves because i don't like interacting with strangers either, so i find it annoying to have a dog that basically invites social interaction, lol. (Ava does this - bless her heart.)

so i would just kinda keep this in mind - there is always a chance that your mudi will never like strangers. but, if you find a good breeder and are communicative about what you want from your dog, they may be able to find you a suitable pairing that could set you up for success. to be honest, i haven't been active in any breeder circles lately, but Graves Farm, Wodan Kennels and Thanagar are good breeders who can help you network around if they don't have exactly what you're looking for. also depends on where you're located, of course - these are in the US.

thanks for the ask! i hope this helps, and good luck in your search!

#asks #answered #mudi info #a-bugs-wife