#shaggy dog

[shieldofmen]

A local child and his lovable companion

#rickon stark #shaggy dog #shaggy dog the direwolf #asoiaf #asoiaf fanart #asoiaf art #need all the ‘rickon stark is going to die’ truthers to leave #he’s making it to the end i dont care #my dany and arya drawings have some company besides my 30 jon drawings lol

[jokingluna]

According to my calculations, this is joke number 3000! I would never have guessed there would be this many jokes to be found on the Internet, even keeping with my standards of what jokes I can tell!

Some of the jokes are ones I made up (like yesterday's). Many have been suggested by my readers! (If I don't use your suggestion, it means I've already told that joke, or it doesn't fit my criteria [must be clean, no real-world-only references, no religion or politics, etc.])

Anyway, once more I thank all of you for continuing to read my stupid jokes, and for sharing/inflicting them with/upon your friends and followers. As long as I keep finding them, I'll keep telling them!

Keep Laughing!

#Princess Luna #Princess Celestia #baldness #forest #old pony #joke #shaggy dog #joke 3000 #receding hairline

[janetsneedlefelting]

A needle felted dog based on the pet photo.  It was challenging to replicate the shaggy hair!  Have a great weekend!

#Janet's needle felting #handmade #craft #art #yorkie #shaggy dog #custom made #pet loss #pet memorial

[thurstongrey]

#drakes #drakes London #Shetland sweater #shaggy dog #Shetland #mensfashion #preppy #ivystyle #style

[disneybooklist]

#Poll #Disney #1959 #Sleeping beauty #Shaggy dog #Darby O'gill and the little people #Third Man on the mountain #Movies

[briefbestiary]

The fearsome fairy hound, with its deadly countenance, roaming in its green-furred glory.

#BriefBestiary #bestiary #fantasy #fairy #fairy hound #dog #omen #barking #big dog #mythical creature #fae #faerie #monster #scotland #ireland #scottish folklore #cù sìth #cù sìdhe #cù sì #shaggy dog #celtic folklore #celtic legend #legend #myth #mythology #digital art

[cupofcrowffee]

My personal headcanons for GOT direwolves.

(I do not own any of the photos)

#game of thrones #got #direwolves #nymeria #grey wind #shaggy dog #summer #ghost #lady #I forgot I had these photos saved on my hard drive #certainly a decade late posting this lmao

[wildlingmother]

My Headcannon of older Rickon. ATJ has these curls that can look wild if not taken care of. And he’s an auburn with ginger facial hair.

#aaron taylor johnson #rickon stark #shaggy dog #asoiaf #asoiaf fanfiction #a song of ice and fire #non canon #skagosi #skagos

[jhsharman]

New narrative techniques

Releasing a reprint of a comic book story at the end of summer that originally was released at the beginning of summer, and we now have one nutty ret-con indeed. This leads to a problem they do not bother addressing with a convoluted rewriting (and if we see anything here, it is that they are not beyond convoluted rewrites) -- the premise of the story is Cheryl Blossom getting a job as a lifeguard. That is a hiring that comes about at the start of summer. It makes no sense to hire at the end of summer, and if they had hired her at the start, then they'd have seen here and wouldn't be surprised by her presence. Also the events that lead to her firing -- take a wild guess by looking at the cover -- would have naturally occurred before the last week of summer.

As for Reggie and his "bikinis, bikinis, bikinis" -- he can't wait!

Ok, not a bikini, but close enough.*

From there the rewriters at Archie Comics may actually have stumbled, by hook or by crook, onto an innovative narrative technique. It comes with the decision to ret-con this story from introducing Archie to Cheryl's parents, and establishing a relationship, to one where they have already met.

Normally in telling a story, you leave out the details that do not go anywhere. But here, we see a stab at documentation realism -- leaving in pointless asides, the dead ends in conversations which are immediately brushed aside. This is one manner story-telling deviates from real life -- and even the anti-drama of slice of life narration takes on these conventions of drama -- where you are always concerned with advancing plot or establishing and developing characters, at the expense of relaying momentary lapses. I am sure there is a term for this shaggy-doggedness. And while I can understand how the father could forget the details of just another boy Cheryl brought home to fool around with, the class issue that is presented here would seem to be something important enough to distinguish him in his memory. But apparently not.

I understand the logic on this one. You can't model bad behavior. Kids reading may decide it is just fine to take their sports car out for a rave on the highway.

The comic book is the very definition of a breezy light read, and the revisions have a way of weighing it down. Here hey are aiming to establish a relationship with Cheryl's parents roughly opposite as that Archie has with Mr. Lodge. It sets up some good comic possibilities, and reaction shots from Lodge when they meet. But this last edit has the sense of an editor under the deadline gun -- they need to come up with something in a hurry -- and that leap to dreams of marriage does seem a little too far. And with no better option coming to mind right then, they have Cheryl's dad come up with the phrase "lucky charm". The funny thing, though, with bringing in his rival, Hiram Lodge, is that this only makes sense in narration terms as a set-up to a further chapter in this story. Which cannot happen. Because the obvious way to do that is run the next issue in the next issue of the digest. Which they can't do, because the next story is set in the summer and the next digest issue is coming out in the autumn.

* The other Archie clipping blog I would like to see, or do myself, is an exploration of their long obsession with sticking their male characters in female garments and dresses -- sure, it follows a comedic tradition -- and mostly is a decline slope from the 40s to the 50s, but they don't entirely shake it off in through the 80s.

#Archie Comics #Cheryl Blossom #Archie Andrews #Veronica Lodge #Betty Cooper #Jughead #Reggie Mantle #beach #Whatever it is they named Cheryl's parents #Narrative techniques #Samm Schwartz #Shaggy dog #summer #lucky charms #Jughead in drag #Dan Decarlo #Dan Parent #Autumn #1995

[keyofw]

Incredible media literacy over at tv tropes dot com

#breaking bad #shaggy dog #walter white #jesse pinkman #uhhh that's kind of the point of the story lmao

[reginarubie]

Hi, I love your stories and metas. Can we get a sneak peak of the next chapter of 'Like Wolves in the Darkness'?

First of all, ciao anon!, that's really sweet, I am very happy you love my stories and my metas. Give me a moment or two to gush about it.

Okay, I'm done gushing (not really, I'll gush about it all day long, but you catch my drift)

Lately I've been very busy and I've had less time to work on my stories, but I think I can manage to give you a little sneak peek of next chapter of ‘Like wolves in the Darkness’.

As you know next chapter will be a new POV, and so far we've got Cersei, Arya, Jon, Sansa, Andar Royce and Brienne. Since the chapter will be a double POV chapter (and both POVs are new to us) I've let chance decide which one to spoiler for you all. Are you ready?

Carefully, his eyes never leaving the beast before him, he shifted his weight from the left foot to the right, his sword on the ready despite his hand shaking. He had seen wicked things, unnatural things that had filled him with horror and honest to the Gods fear...this creature— His foot stepped on a twig making it snap in half and he felt the breath knocked out of his lungs. He closed his eyes. Steeled himself. If the Stranger had come for him he had every intention of going down if not as a good man, if not as a honest man, as a man at the very least. His hand was shacking but he made to open his eyes, from beneath his opening eyelids he could see it, dark and unrelenting, made of physical shadow and darkness, its eyes lightened up and fiery. When finally he met the gaze of the beast he felt as if he had been punched in the gut.

(...)

Is this what my son has last seen when he has died?, he wondered, the breath trapped into his throat, his lips dry and his tongue heavy as high valyrian steel. The glint of green in the darkness, the fiery menace coming for him, green and burning and scorching and unrelenting? But this was flesh and bone and blood and fangs, razor sharp claws capable of tearing him limb to limb. The beast stood as big as a small horse, just as lean, but it looked mammoth, the fur unruly and the claws in the paws denting on the frozen ground, the lean, canine snout fiery and curled into a snarl coming directly from one of the seven hells. If the Stranger wished for a swift companion capable of putting the fear of the Gods into even the strongest and bravest of men — and he certainly wasn't either — this would be the one he would choose. He rose his hands to the beast “Bare your neck,” suddenly there was the cold bite of a roughly edged stone, shaped to resemble an arrow-head attached to a long staff by a lace, against his neck “and drop your sword, old man” the woman demanded, her dark eyes unyielding. She knew westeron, he could reason with her perhaps “I come in peace,” he said “I'm here to—” the woman edged the stone more snugly against his throat. “I know exactly why you are here,” she stated, her voice rough, her tone letting room for no reply “And I'm telling you now, old man, turn around and do not return if you don't want me to loose him on you” she added, nudging with her dark-haired head in the direction of the beast, whom, for good measure, snarled. “I am not an enemy,” he tried again, only for the woman to shove at the his back with the wooden staff almost making him lose his balance “my name is—” “I don't care,” she said “I don't care what your name is, turn around and leave. Do not return” “I swore on the—” he tried. “Keep your oaths, old man,” she said “you kneelers are all the same to me,” she added “your word means less than nothing”

(...)

“I swear,” he declared “I wish no harm to either you or the boy,” he said “I was sent to retrieve him, safe and whole” he added “I mean him no harm,” The woman seemed to consider him “You will swear it here, old man,” she demanded “the old way,” she specified “blood for your oath” she added.

(...)

The beast growled and came closer “I swore your oath, woman!” he reminded her, as the beast stalked closer, his lean, muscled jaw flexed into a snarl. “The direwolf smelt the blood,” she shrugged, matter-of-factly, inspecting her weapon with a bored look on her face, she smiled wickedly at him “only his master can stop him now,” she added “if he fancy it, that is”

(...)

He could feel the humid, terrifying breath of the direwolf against his face “Shaggy!” suddenly the direwolf stilled, his ears flexing and his tail waggling slowly, his lean, but mammoth body flexing around itself to turn around slightly. He followed the beast' gaze and felt the breath once again knocked out of him “To me!”

(...)

Rickon Stark could be no older than five, or six, his curls were a bit matted, auburn so dark it was almost brown, over his head and his furlined cloak was a bit wet due the humidity. The direwolf was four times the size of the boy, big and imposing, he reminded him of a small bear or an horse, and he was still young if word was to be believed; yet he obeyed the boy without a single fuss, or noise, wrapping his massive body around Rickon Stark and fitting his head, as big as half of the little lord's body, over the boy's chest.

I hope you enjoyed, anon, I love Rickon and I half wanted to give him an entrance on an unicorn, but he is too little in canon mayhap, besides, I believe this to be in true Rickon-fashion. This boy is the same boy who snarked at the Freys because the Starks have their own names, thank you and amen. How can anybody dislike him?, go, you little savage, go and create chaos!

#like wolves in the darkness #rickon my beloved #shaggy dog #osha #jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #jonsa fanfic #jonsa ao3

[paintings-with-dogs]

Excuse me, that is not a dog, that is a mop.

Lady Elizabeth Delmé and her Children, Sir Joshua Reynolds, 1777-80

From the Web Gallery of Art

#dogs in art #mop dog #scruffy dog #shaggy dog #joshua reynolds

[jokingluna]

We’ve reached another anniversary! 7 years is a heck of a long time to be telling stupid jokes, but here we are! We could not do it without all of you! Well, we could, but what would be the point of telling jokes just to ourselves?! Thanks to each and every one of you! As always we encourage you to share/inflict this blog with/upon everyone you know! Dare people to delve into the multi-thousand joke archives! Share a laugh or three! Just remember, keep laughing!

#Princess Luna #Princess Celestia #Daring Do #green gorilla #Anniversary #7 years! #shaggy dog #joke

[kiraxcute]

Why did the direwolves have to be CGI???? The dragons I get but is it that hard to just hire trained wolves and use those????? Like that’s why all of them but Nymeria and Ghost died. They were “too expensive”

#game of thrones #lady #greywind #nymeria #summer #shaggy dog #ghost #yes i know all their names!! #dire wolves

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Rikon Stark and his Direwolf Shaggy Dog.

#rikon stark #dire wolf #shaggy dog #game of thrones

[cuttle-cards]

A shaggy dog weaves a yarn

In a quaint little town known for its love of elaborate tales and a peculiar annual event—the Grand Shaggy Dog Storytelling Contest—a most unusual occurrence unfolded. The contest, celebrated for its stories that meandered through the most convoluted of plots only to end with the most underwhelming of punchlines, had always been a human affair. That is, until one year, a real shaggy dog, with fur as tousled as a stormy sea and eyes gleaming with mischief, sauntered onto the stage, much to the astonishment of all present.

With a clear throat (or as clear as a shaggy dog could manage), he began his tale. It was a story that wove through the adventures of pirates lost at sea, treasures hidden in realms of dragons, and escapades that spanned the galaxies. With each twist and turn, the audience was drawn deeper, hanging on every word, marveling at how this canine could craft such a captivating narrative. Just as it seemed he was nearing the grand climax, with the audience leaning in, breaths held in anticipation, the shaggy dog paused.

"You're all surely awaiting a grand revelation," he teased, his tail wagging ever so slightly. The silence was palpable, the tension thick. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he announced, "I'm very sorry, but I can't finish my story right now. I've got an urgent engagement to attend to."

The dismay was immediate. "But where could you possibly be going?" cried the audience, their hunger for the story's conclusion turning into a chorus of disappointment. "What could be more important than finishing such a tale?"

With a grin that seemed almost too knowing for a dog, he replied, "Why, I'm off to play Wednesday Night Cuttle tonight at 8:30pm EST. You see, sometimes, the best stories are the ones we live out with friends, card in paw."

As he trotted off stage, leaving behind a bewildered yet amused crowd, it became clear that the shaggy dog had given them something far more valuable than the end of a story: he had given them a reminder to enjoy life’s meanderings. Sometimes, the joy is in the journey, the laughter in the ludicrous loops, and the satisfaction in stories that end right where they begin—with friends gathered around, ready to enjoy another round.

Perhaps, then, you'll join us for Wednesday Night Cuttle tonight at 8:30pm EST. And who knows? By the end, you might find that the tale of the shaggy dog was not just about a contest or a canine, but about the delightfully winding path we travel together in the quest for merriment and camaraderie.

#wednesday night cuttle #short story #shaggy dog