#Jean Donaldson

[blueboyluca]

There’s been fascinating discussions about resource guarding on the recent episodes of The Bitey End of the Dog. In the Jean Donaldson episode, she had a really interesting perspective about resource guarding in pet dogs today as a "useless” behaviour.

I want to be really clear that I would bet my house that the underlying driver of it is the inheritance of very important software that animals who don’t have ubiquitous resources – so if you think about giraffes or zebras, there’s not a lot of guarding of grass or guarding of browse. However there might be fights among males for females because that is a scarce resource. In a carnivore or an omnivorous species such as wolves – from which dogs are arguably derived – you kill something and it’s very very unlikely you’re going to have ubiquitous moose and deer and rabbits and what you need to eat, so it behooves you, if you have a corner of carcass or piece of food, that you guard it from your conspecifics, especially if you are a social species. So dogs have inherited this and amazingly it has been conserved so well considering we have not been for two hundred generations selectively breeding to retain it. If anything we claim to not like it and yet it persists in a good many dogs, which to me that is fantastically interesting.

And because, as I said before, it’s no longer under selection pressure to be efficient, to be aimed strictly at food in a situation where there is scarcity – dogs first of all don’t have scarcity, most pet dogs are fed to the point of obesity or near obesity. They expect their meal once or twice a day. And they also are not selectively bred to do so. So what’s happened is it’s drifted so now dogs will guard useless, from the evolutionary perspective, useless things such as tennis balls, such as a stick, etcetera, which no wolf – that would be weeded out, it would be purged from a wild population because behaviour is expensive and aggression is very expensive behaviour. It’s not only calorically demanding, it also risks injury to one’s self so it’s not something that you just want to do willy-nilly and yet we have domestic dogs who are doing it.

And then Sindhoor Pangal in her episode had some really interesting comments about the bigger picture in regard to resource guarding amongst street dogs.

Do not forget that a dog evolved in an ecological niche that included human beings which means that we are a big part of their resources. We determine their survival. They have come to learn how to use us as a resource, not only asking for food – and that’s another thing, a lot of people think that dogs are primarily predators, that’s not what we see with free-living dogs. They are primarily beggars and the next form of food is scavenging. So the first form of food is convincing you to give them the fabulous cheese, right? So communicating with us, getting resources from us or medical intervention from us, resolving conflict – I’ve had dogs that used me, when they realised that I’m a friendly person, to use me to help resolve conflicts with other dogs. That’s just fascinating. So when we talk about resources I think we have to factor in the human resources as well and see that it does play a huge impact towards how they behave towards conspecifics and us.

We owe a lot to Darwin but I think one of the things I think that we probably have been suffering from is the idea of “survival of the fittest”. The notion of it, the way we’ve pictured it with this idea of fight to the top, fight for survival, life does not work like that. Especially if you look at a street dog you realise that when there is conflict over resource, fighting for it, regardless of whether you win the fight or lose the fight, you are worse off for it because you are likely to have sustained an injury and if a street dog sustains an injury it can get infested, maggots, and the dog can die. And so even if you don’t get the food, often the more sensible thing to do, the survival of the fittest – the fittest is the one that not fights the most ferociously, the fittest is the one that knows when to walk away and pick another day and knows when posturing will work. And a big part of posturing is conversational, a big part of posturing is knowing who that posturing works with. You roll up your sleeves and you say, “I’m ready for a fight” and you see the other person stand up and is bigger than you and you say, “Oh all right, maybe not” and you definitely see that in street dogs, you definitely see it in all social beings. That’s just the most sensible thing to do, it’s just more adaptive to do it that way.

When the lockdown happened, that was an interesting one. So when you have animals that have evolved in an ecological niche with human beings, something like a country-wide lockdown where all the human beings disappear, all the establishments close, all the butchers and the restaurants close, now you have significantly changed the environment and you have dropped the resources significantly. So we did actually see a sudden spike in dogs moving all over the place, leaving their territories, getting into new territories, so there were fights based on that and they had to kind of look for new sources. There was a lot of stress and tension so we did see that. I was talking to some of the feeders, many of them who started stepping out and feeding the dogs, I was following up with them. I was just doing a very small bit outside my house but I wanted to talk to people who were feeding in large numbers because their dogs had now scattered. And they said that after the first week or so, they quickly learnt about their new reality, they learnt about their new neighbours, they learnt that there was no need to fight, they learned to share limited resources that had dropped in quality and quantity. Because the first few weeks and months of the lockdown, we ourselves were struggling for provisions and food so people really didn’t have much to feed, there was no meat at the butchers so we were trying to make do with eggs and bread and whatever we could and things that streeties don’t particularly want to eat, but they said OK, they started eating it, there was less food that they learned to share and new social dynamics they had to negotiate to say, right so we’ve got to figure this out. We’ve got to learn to share. What makes them do that? What makes them go from fighting first week and then the second week realising, right, this is not making sense, let’s try to talk this out? Don’t you sometimes wish we’d do that a little bit more, human beings?

I so love listening to these clever people talk about these broader cultural, ecological and evolutionary concepts around dogs and humans.

#The Bitey End of the Dog #Michael Shikashio #Jean Donaldson #Sindhoor Pangal #dog behaviour

[bones-n-bookles]

The Culture Clash: A revolutionary new way of understanding the relationship between humans and domestic dogs, by Jean Donaldson, 1996, second edition published 2005

Also gifted to me by @losech!

#my library #The Culture Clash #Jean Donaldson #1996 #1990s #2005 #2000s #dog training #dog book

[toastedclownery]

Fantasy Fam voice claim compilation!! :o]

#my ocs #fantasy fam #angel goodsprout #isaac graves #jasper char elvenstone #mae #felix graves #selene noir #monty taurace #voice claim #oc voice claim #hynden walch #michael sheen #nicolas cantu #junky janker #sarah stiles #alex lawther #nicole sullivan #jean-françois donaldson #capcut my good friend capcut #video #toasted texts

[leclercskiesahead]

Carlos and Rebecca at an afterparty at the Monte Carlo Masters

c: ascer10

Wait this is a good pic……his outfit…

#a bit grand dad but he looks good #also apparently the even was hosted by a jeans brand which…absolutely tracks haha #I mean you look at what Carlos wears #and also Rebecca’s outfit yesterday #carlos sainz jr #rebecca donaldson

[eqan]

tldr on that post: i can have anxiety and dislike people and be loud and hate working and get overstimulated and scare easily but my dog (an animal) can never do or have or be any of those things or else they’re defective

#text #i think it’s a discussion about dog culture that’s worth having #jean donaldson said it first (:

[unes23]

Lily Donaldson at Jean Paul Gaultier SS09

#lily donaldson #jean paul gaultier #fashion #runway #ss09 #unes23

[masaroisu26]

#anime girl #arnold schwarzenegger #filipino #anime art #anime #hatsune miku #baguio #akira toriyama #attack on titan #pecharunt #gouging fire #dota 2 #raging bolt #kuromifytheworld #attack on titan junior high #attack on titan fanart #attack on titan eren #annie leonhart #annie leonhardt #pokemon #registeel #regirock #regice #silvally #jean kirschstein #aot annie #hisuian electrode #golisopod #jimmy donaldson #william afton

[lecameleontv]

Captures de l’Ep. 3.03 : Les Larmes d'un Père / Once in a blue Moon (1998) de la série Le Caméléon (V.O. : The Pretender).

Distribution : - Jay Harrington, qui jouera dans l'Ep. 3.07 de la série Burn Notice et dans la Saison 2 de la série Desperate Housewives ; - Jean St James, qui recroisera Pamela Gidley dans l'Ep. 1.03 de la série Skin (2003) dans, Paul Dillon dans le film Stellina Blue (2009) et Jon Gries dans le film Crazy on the outside (2010); - Lisa Donaldson, qui reviendra dans l'Ep. 4.17 ....

Saison 3 : Episodes 01 - 02 - 03 - 22.

source : imdb

#le cameleon #the pretender #saison 3 #season 3 #episode 3 #les larmes d'un père #once in a blue moon #the pretender lives #jay harrington #Jean St James #Lisa Donaldson

[monkey-wrench-zeurel]

MONKEY WRENCH EP 3 - US & THEM

Episode 3 of Monkey Wrench is now live on Youtube!

Written & Directed by Joshua & Ashley Palmer

Voice Cast;

Shrike Sanchez - Jacob Barrens

Beebs - Jean-francois Donaldson

Scratch - @zitoisneato

Agari - @gooseworx

El Bandito - SrPelo

Duende - Vargskelethor Joel

Animation Crew + Socials

Music by @ockeroid

Sound design by dBPony

Spanish language Consultant: @zetaalpha10

Haven't watched the show yet? Check out;

Episode 1

Episode 2

Huge thanks to Tom Fulp of Newgrounds, my boy Lythero, my other boy Swoozie, the @farfetchedshow crew, @lackadaisycats , Glitch productions and of course our patrons for your endless encouragement and support.

Fingers crossed this one does well enough for us to start Ep4!

#monkey wrench #zeurel #indie animation #2d animation #shrike sanchez #animation #youtube #scifi #cartoon #episode 3 #animators on tumblr #indie cartoon #indie creator #Youtube

[too-deviant]

ray bans.

with…ART DONALDSON!

contains…fem!reader, 18+ CONTENT!, handjob, p in v, public sex, this was written b4 the movie came out so excuse any discrepancies!

You blame the tequila.

Strong and sharp in your glass at the tennis luncheon your boss had invited you to, swishing around with every movement you made as you told an overexaggerated story to Art Donaldson. He didn’t pay a lot of attention, you could tell, but his eyes were so firm on yours that you needed to talk to get the nerves out. 

It was the tequila, not his eyes, that got you cornered in a bathroom too fancy to be anywhere but this cushy hotel, legs pushed back so far you felt a burn in the crease of your groin. Those dusty blonde curls buried between your thighs, perfectly calloused hands holding them apart so he could lap at you with perfect fervour. 

Your eyes were watering, and he gazed at you as you came down, rubbing up and down your legs until you were ready to push yourself down and onto your feet. You wiped the runoff mascara as best you could, but huffed at the stains around your eyes.

Art had grinned, slid his sunglasses from his collar and placed them perfectly over your eyes. You’d asked him when he wanted them back, and he’d just smirked. 

Which was how you found yourself scooting past old people in linen suits and straw hats, expensive bags and designer shades on their noses. Yours weren’t designer, but they were Art Donaldson’s, so you won. 

In this life you took your seat in the rows at the USTA Billie Jean King National Tennis Centre — a doozy of a sentence to tell your Uber driver. In this life you slid Art Donaldson’s sunglasses over your eyes and waited patiently for him to sidle onto the court, slam himself a win, and meet you in the bar to take them back. 

His hits were precise, hard, fast. The muscles in his arms and neck pulled beautifully. You pulled the plush of your lip between your teeth, letting it go when he hit another, his grunt louder to you know. Clearer. 

But as your eyes pivoted back and forth across the court, his opponents moves much more confident and fluid than his, the life changed. Now this life was a tense strain in your neck, your fingers tight around the dress you wore just for today. In this life, Art Donaldson lost, and when everyone else was cheering for the winner, you were watching him storm away. 

It was quicker to manoeuvre through the crowds now that everyone else was leaving. You didn’t have to worry about bumping into people, because they were all bumping into you and there was a collective agreement that any and all shoulder shoving slash toe-stepping was okay for now. So you slid your way through, sidestepping through the rows of seats and going down a row every time you got to some stairs — ensuring that it wasn’t completely obvious where you were going. 

You made awkward eye contact with the ball boy but your confident smile put him at ease and he dismissed you completely, allowing you to slip around the back of the stands and into the locker room. 

It was much quieter in there, the noise of the crowd fading into nothing when the door closed behind you. Now you could focus on your surroundings, the sound of water dripping and heavy breaths. 

You parted your lips gently, “Art?”

Footsteps, and then the blonde man was rounding a row of lockers and meeting your sly gaze. His own was shrouded in barely covered anger and light confusion, the latter crowing over a bit more when you took steps to invade his personal space. 

“You came.” 

“Well…” You shrugged, lifting the glasses off your head and tucking them into the collar of his polo. Letting your hand linger on the planes of his collarbones, feeling the heat radiating from the skin beneath the cotton. “That was quite some game.” 

Art huffed, “I was in walkabout. Shit luck.” 

You leaned ever so slightly closer, running your hand down his chest to just above the waistband of his shorts. You admired the way he looked under the lights — the beads of sweat on his jugular, the happy trail you could feel peek out from under the hem of the shirt. Your other hand stayed propped against the locker, and he was quick to run his own down your wrist, cupping your elbow. 

“Well…I say we pick up where we left off, no? That make you feel better?”

You narrowed your brows at him in a silent question. His minute nod was enough. Then your hand was sliding beneath his waistband, dipping into his underwear — Tommy Hilfiger — and wrapping around the base of his cock. 

He sucked in a breath, fingers tightening around your other arm, jaw ticking and eyes firmly on yours. You didn’t break contact even when you squeezed him a bit and he let out a shaky groan. 

You dropped your other hand, hooked your fingers around this waistband. Pulled it back so you could lean forward, eyes glaring at where your other hand sat. Then, with a noise so sweet he might have exploded, you let a string of spit slide from between your lips. Art watched it fall, achingly slow, onto his shaft, and then held back a cry when you started to slide your hand up and down his dick. Wetting it just right. 

You looked back up at him, made him look back at you. You pumped your fist slowly, thumbing his tip and adding his precum to your saliva. The sounds were erotic on their own, and even you had to tense your thighs together. Art’s own legs shook from his standing position, but before he could drop his head onto your shoulder you were removing both hands from his body and smirking at his painful moan. 

With your right hand still wet from his cock, you printed a perfect print on the front of his polo and pushed him gently back. He walked, transfixed on your gaze, until his calves were hitting the wooden bench and he was being sat down. He stared up at you, pleadingly so, and you lifted the hem of your dress just enough so you could slide onto your knees on either side of his hips. 

With your crotches pressed together, Art couldn’t stop his hands from flying to your ass and squeezing. You grinned, and his smirk returned in full force. 

“Should lose more often.” He murmured, leaning forward and pressing his nose against your chest, the low cut of your dress feeding his carnal desire to completely devour you. 

You hushed him gently, pushing yourself up so you could slide his shorts and boxers down to his thighs. His dick sprung out beautifully, making another wet patch where it hit the bottom of his shirt. You used your hand, brought one of his around so he could pump himself while you reached under your dress and pushed your underwear to the side. Then you were shuffling forward and letting Art align the tip of his cock with the wet of your folds.

You didn’t waste a moment, bracing yourself on his shoulders and rolling your hips along his own. Your breathy moans accumulated to the steam you had now registered coming from the shower he had abandoned in favour of letting you take him like this. His huffs and puffs only increased as he began to control your movements, rutting into you from below. 

The creaky hinges of the bench cried with every hurried thrust, but the shower muffled most of your sounds. You gave into your urges and licked a stripe up the plane of his neck, bringing your hands around to grip hard at his back, creasing his already ruined shirt. His own mouth was suckling and nipping at your chest, hitting that sweet sweet spot just in time for your movements to get a little sloppy. 

Smacks of skin on skin fuelled the fire in your gut, and your fingers coiled around his blonde curls. His own movements stuttered, and you let out a guttural groan into the humidity of the room when you finally reached your peak, Art following not far behind you. 

You stood with effort, fixing your underwear and patting your dress down while Art panted beneath you. Then you patted him on the cheek, took his sunglasses back from his shirt and put them right back on your face.

“I’ll see you at the mixer next month.”

divider by @bunnysrph 🫶

#art donaldson #challengers #art challengers #challengers movie #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you #art donaldson smut #@lia’s works

[blueboyluca]

For instance, a litter of six puppies will be individually tested on their reaction to a novel stimulus like an umbrella suddenly opening. Let’s say puppies one and two are not spooked in the slightest; they wag and investigate the umbrella. Puppies three and four spook first and then investigate. Puppies five and six spook but don’t come around to investigating by the end of the testing period. What have we learned about the temperaments of these puppies? The standard test interpretation would read that puppies one and two are very stable, puppies three and four are a bit spooky and puppies five and six are definitely spooky. The reality is that we haven’t learned anything about puppies one and two, puppies three and four have demonstrated reactivity but excellent bounce-back and puppies five and six have demonstrated reactivity and some lack of bounce-back. Puppies one and two haven’t been tested yet. Remember, the test is to determine the reaction of a dog to something that frightens it, not the puppy’s attitude about wet weather gear. Before it’s possible to see how well numbers one and two respond to a fearful stimulus, you first have to supply one. All that can be concluded from the test is that pups one and two aren’t afraid of umbrellas. We still don’t know how they will react when they encounter something that scares them. They may react as did three and four or they may be like five and six or worse. The jury is still out.

— Jean Donaldson, The Culture Clash (1996)

#dog quotes #dog books #this made me feel better about having a puppy that spooks #she does recover fine #and she doesn’t freak out or run away or shake with fear

[bouncybongfairy]

Recreatinal Fun

Art Donaldson x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: You work at the sporting good's store where you first meet Art. He casually flirts with you while buying a tenis racket. You close the store early to hook up with him in the back.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Female Recieving Head, Sex At Work, Semi Public Sex, Cumshot On Belly.

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It was pretty slow today, a father and son duo coming in looking for cleats. An older woman looking for a swim cap for her water aerobics class. You were cleaning the register counter, trying to pass the time when Art walked in. He was wearing a hoodie and shorts, it was raining so his hair was wet and in his face. He came up to you with a smile, asking where the rackets were. You set your rag down to direct him to the display. 

“Normally I would recommend one but I don’t think I need to for a pro,” you said. 

“Well, this will only be for recreational fun. I can’t take my lucky one into the gym, it’ll be tainted with desperation,” he laughed, grabbing one of them. 

“Are you in town for the fundraiser tournament?” you asked. 

“I am, are you?” he asks. 

“No, I grew up here. I just graduated and I’m working here till I start college this spring,” you explain, playing with your necklace. 

“Hopefully I’ll see you there,” he said as the two of you walked towards the register. What a day to go commando you thought to yourself. The entire time you talked, you couldn’t stop staring at his lips. So pink; they were practically red. He handed you a credit card, his fingertips brushing against your hand as you grabbed it. Looking up at the T.V while you finished ringing him up, making his jaw line dangerously sharp. You handed the bag over, expecting that to be the end of it. 

“Do you mind if I look around for a while?” he asked. 

“Knock yourself out,” you laughed, going back to work and stalking the shelves. 

It was hard to keep your eyes off him, continuously catching each other in a glance before looking away. He would squeeze past you in a particularly small aisle. You were starting to feel like he was trying to get your attention. Constantly coming up and asking questions that he should know the answer to as a pro athlete. After playing this little game for a while you determined he was trying to get your attention.  Having enough, you decided to break the ice and approach him again. 

“Are you doing anything right now? Like, are you free for the next couple hours?” you ask. 

“No, why?” he asked, setting down the merchandise he had in hand. 

“Do you wanna hook up in the back?” you asked, clasping your hands behind your back. 

His eyes widened and a smirk creeped onto his face. You walked over towards the front of the store; changing the open sign to closed and locking the door. Grabbing him by the index finger and leading him towards the back of the store. You opened the wooden door and led him to the small hallway where the inventory was. 

Turning around and gazing up at him, the look in his eye immediately making your sex feel warm and achy. He grabbed your face and pressed his bottom lip against yours; like he was feeling out the territory. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth. Swiping your tongue along his soft, warm lip.

He deepened the kiss, now becoming more comfortable and sloppy. Picking you up and setting you on the small table pressed against the wall. He got between your legs that were dangling, pressing his body against yours. Working your lips together while melting your body’s to each other. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gently pulling him closer. Running your fingers through his soft hair as he tried his best to feel up every inch of your body. You reached down and started to unbutton your jeans, kicking off your shoes in the process. He pulled away and unexpectedly got on his knees. Grabbing your ankles and positioning your feet on the desk and holding them there. You have a feeling what’s coming next so you pull your panties to the side so he doesn’t have to. 

He buries his face in your folds, licking and lapping desperately. Your head falls back against the cement wall. Gasping every time his tongue flicked over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body. His hands eventually moved from your ankles to your inner thighs; his thumbs caressing your flesh that was prickled with goosebumps. He couldn’t get enough of you, feeling how hot and swollen your sex was against his lip made him shudder with pleasure. 

You were pulling and yanking at his hair; drowning in pleasure while he ate you out. 

After a while of this, he stood up; chin dripping with drool and your wetness. Smashing his mouth against yours, sloppily working your lips together. His dick throbbed while he thought about how you were tasting yourself. Pulling back and leaving a trail of saliva that connected your lips. He brought his hand to his mouth and wiped the drool off, using it as lubricant to stroke himself easier. Lining himself up with your entrance and slowly pushing inside you. 

Your warmth envelops him completely in the most overwhelming way. Feeling his length pulse once he was fully bottomed out. He rested his forehead against yours as he slowly started pulling out and fucking back in. One arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding onto your ass. Pulling you into each of his thrusts. Hearing the wet noises along with the sound of skin slapping skin made your blood buzz. The slight sting paired with the pure pleasure every time his tip slid against your walls was a euphoric combination.

 He was letting out raspy breaths, thrust becoming harder. Like he was losing care about your pleasure; too focused on chasing his own high. You mewled as his tip started hitting your g-spot, racking your nails down his back. Letting your mind go empty as a wave of overwhelming pleasure ripped through your body.

He pressed his hips against you, burying himself as deep as possible for a couple seconds just before cumming. Wanting to enjoy your heat a little longer before pulling out and cumming on your belly. Rubbing his tip around in the mess before pulling away and getting dressed. You followed suit, after using a paper towel to clean up the mess. 

#art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x y/n #art donaldson x you #art donaldson x fem reader #art donaldson smut #art challengers #the challengers fanfic #The challengers smut #challengers #challengers x reader

[traumatrios]

friends, fwb!ART DONALDSON

josie’s notes! this is kind of a character study & lowkey bad but i got out of the theater 4 hours ago and have been obsessing. new era incoming!

ART DONALDSON was unable to keep his eyes off of you.

They are thirsty to drink in the way your body curves with ease in the bootcut jeans you wear out of Art’s bathroom. He lets his gaze swipe up and down your form, as you twist and turn in search of your straggling belongings. Most importantly, your phone.

“Mornin’,” Art chimed, admiring the curve of your chest in the sculpted tank you sported.

“Good morning,” you returned with an innocent smile, swinging the strap of your backpack on your shoulder. Your hands patted along the front, back and sides of your thighs, coming up empty handed.

Art’s eyes located your phone atop his dresser, spinning over in his desk chair to reach and retrieve it. Weight slid off of your shoulders in the form of a relieved sigh.

The corners of Art’s eyes crinkled in a friendly smile as he held it out for you to take. His arms– most notably his biceps –and the bruised marks that stretched across the skin. You could still see the fresh indents your freshly manicured nails left earlier in the morning.

“Here, princess.”

There it was again. That Donaldson smile that has all the ladies swooning. You were a victim of the assault. It took every nerve in your body to speak with how your knees grew wobbly and your thighs began to grow sore.

“Thanks, friend,” you uttered, lifting your fingers to grab the phone. Art pulled his hand away from your, clicking his tongue.

“Ah-ah,” his smile turned into a smirk as he teased you. You were supposed to leave for class five minutes ago, but with his hand ‘accidentally’ prodding at your ass this morning and how he seems to be playing a game now, you began to ponder the possibility of never being able to leave. Your knee was already pressing next to his in his chair, any further and you weren’t ever getting up.

“C’mon, gotta leave,” you attempted to grab the phone again, only for him to pull it further away from you. The tips of your ears began to burn with your growing frustration.

Art raised his eyebrows in suggestion, and you knew exactly what it meant. Tilting your head at the gesture, he rebounded with a different motive.

“Kiss first?” he asked, an attempt at batting his eyelashes following. “Please?” he added.

You roll your eyes at him. You liked how playful he was, you did, but leaving his dorm the morning after another needy fuck was starting to get tiring. What was the next step?

This wasn’t the heavy subject you needed to focus on right now, instead you needed to start thinking about what you’d do if you failed this mornings’ calculus exam.

Before your feet could get moving, your lips were already obliging his request. Art’s hand cupped the back of your scalp to deepen what was meant to be a parting kiss, turning the soft peck into a loving kiss.

With the way his teeth didn’t try to clash with yours, you wondered if this was how he fed the fantasies in his head. It was obvious, Art wanted more than a fuck-buddy, but his passion was way ahead of his heart when it came to pretty girls like you. He always dove in head first, never thinking of the commitment— or lack thereof —when it came to this type of relationship.

You didn’t know what you wanted. It was hard to tell in college; you didn’t even fully know what you wanted to do with your life, how were you supposed to know anything else?

So you’d continue your late-night ventures to his dorm building and totally-not-lunch-dates whenever he had a gap in his weekend tennis schedule and you weren’t swamped with homework. You’d settle with quickies in closets and longing stares if it meant you had a warm body next to you that made you feel wanted.

After what felt like too long, you were the one to break the kiss. Art’s mouth was tinted with a frown to see you snatch your cell phone from his palm and begin to exit his dorm.

“Bye, friend!” You called.

“Bye, friend.”

divider by @benkeibear !

#˚* ੈ🎾‧ art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #josie writes!

[justforbooks]

The actor Lou Gossett Jr, who has died aged 87, is best known for his performance in An Officer and A Gentleman (1982) as Gunnery Sergeant Emil Foley, whose tough training transforms recruit Richard Gere into the man of the film’s title. He was the first black winner of an Academy Award for best supporting actor, and only the third black actor (after Hattie McDaniel and Sidney Poitier) to take home any Oscar.

The director, Taylor Hackford, said he cast Gossett in a role written for a white actor, following a familiar Hollywood trope played by John Wayne, Burt Lancaster, Victor McLaglen or R Lee Ermey, because while researching he realised the tension of “black enlisted men having make-or-break control over whether white college graduates would become officers”. Gossett had already won an Emmy award playing a different sort of mentor, the slave Fiddler who teaches Kunta Kinte the ropes in Roots (1977), but he was still a relatively unknown 46-year-old when he got his breakthrough role, despite a long history of success on stage and in music as well as on screen.

Born in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, Louis was the son of Helen (nee Wray), a nurse, and Louis Sr, a porter. As a child he suffered from polio, but became a high school athlete before a basketball injury led to his joining the drama club. His teacher encouraged him to audition professionally, and at 17 he was on Broadway playing a troubled child in Take a Giant Step, which won him a Donaldson award for best newcomer.

He won a drama scholarship to New York University, but continued working, in The Desk Set (1955), and made his television debut in two episodes of the NBC anthology show The Big Story. In 1959 he was cast with Poitier and Ruby Dee in Raisin in the Sun, and made his film debut reprising his role in 1961. On Broadway that year he played in Jean Genet’s The Blacks, in an all-star cast with James Earl Jones, Cicely Tyson, Roscoe Lee Brown, Godfrey Cambridge and a young Maya Angelou; it was the decade’s longest-running show.

Gossett was also active in the Greenwich Village folk music scene. He released his first single Hooka Dooka, Green Green in 1964, followed by See See Rider, and co-wrote the anti-war hit Handsome Johnny with Richie Havens. In 1967 he released another single, a drums and horns version of Pete Seeger’s anti-war hymn Where Have All the Flowers Gone. He was in the gospel musical Tambourines to Glory (1963) and in producer Mike Todd’s America, Be Seated at the 1964 New York World’s Fair.

His plays became more limited: The Zulu and the Zayda and My Sweet Charlie; the very short run of Carry Me Back to Morningside Heights, in which he played a black man owning a white slave; and a revival of Golden Boy (1964), with Sammy Davis Jr. His final Broadway part was as the murdered Congolese leader Patrice Lamumba, in Conor Cruise O’Brien’s Murderous Angels (1971). Gossett had played roles in New York-set TV series such as The Naked City, but he began to make a mark in Hollywood, despite LAPD officers having handcuffed him to a tree, on “suspicion”, in 1966.

On TV he starred in The Young Rebels (1970-71) set in the American revolution. In film, he was good as a desperate tenant in Hal Ashby’s Landlord (1970) and brilliant with James Garner in Skin Game (1971), taking part in a con trick in which Garner sells him repeatedly into slavery then helps him to escape.

In 1977, alongside Roots, he attracted attention as a memorable villain in Peter Yates’s hit The Deep, and got artistic revenge on the LAPD in Robert Aldrich’s The Choirboys. The TV movie of The Lazarus Syndrome (1979) became a series in which Gossett played a realistic hospital chief of staff set against an idealistic younger doctor. He played the black baseball star Satchel Paige in the TV movie Don’t Look Back (1981); years later he had a small part as another Negro League star, Cool Papa Bell, in The Perfect Game (2009).

After his Oscar, he played another assassinated African leader, in the TV mini-series Sadat, reportedly approved for the role by Anwar Sadat’s widow Jihan. Though he remained a busy working actor, good starring roles in major productions eluded him, as producers fell back on his drill sergeant image. He was Colonel “Chappy” Sinclair in Iron Eagle (1986) and its three dismal sequels.

But in 1989 he starred in Dick Wolf’s TV series Gideon Oliver, as an anthropology professor solving crimes in New York. And he won a best supporting actor Golden Globe for his role in the TV movie The Josephine Baker Story (1991). He revisited the stage in the film adaptation of Sam Shepard’s Curse of the Starving Class (1994).

Gossett twice received the NAACP’s Image Award, and another Emmy for producing a children’s special, In His Father’s Shoes (1997). In 2006 he founded the Eracism Foundation, providing programmes to foster “cultural diversity, historical enrichment and anti-violence initiatives”. Despite an illness eventually linked to toxic mould in his Santa Monica home, he kept working with a recurring part in Stargate SG-1 (2005-06). A diagnosis of prostate cancer in 2010 hardly slowed him down.

Most recently, he played Will “Hooded Justice” Reeves in the TV series Watchmen (2019), in the series Kingdom Business, about the gospel music industry, and in the 2023 musical remake of The Color Purple.

His first marriage, to Hattie Glascoe, in 1967, was annulled after five months; his second, to Christina Mangosing, lasted for two years from 1973; and his third, to Cyndi (Cynthia) James, from 1987 to 1992. He is survived by two sons, Satie, from his second marriage, and Sharron, from his third.

🔔 Louis Cameron Gossett Jr, actor, born 27 May 1936; died 28 March 2024

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Hello, I know you're not an expert and that you're probably on hiatus, but I need some advice

Basically I have an 8 year old chihuahua which we got when we still didn't know much about dogs. She's very nice most times, but when we give her a treat she gets aggressive, she doesn't even eat it, just keeps it next to her and barks at us if we get near. Sometimes she does that even without a treat.

She probably has a behavioral issue, but my parents don't want to hire an actual dog trainer because "it's a waste of money" (somewhat understandable considering we're in a very rough spot rn), so any advice on how to stop this behavior helps

Hi! Sorry it's taken me a bit to get to this ask, I hope I can still help!

So your dog is showing classic signs of resource guarding, which is a behavioral issue, but it is one that can sometimes be handled without a trainer, especially if your dog hasn't ever escalated to biting.

If you can afford it, I would recommend getting the book “Mine!” by Jean Donaldson. It's a guide book for dealing with resource guarding from the ground up. If you can't afford it, DM me and I can go through my copy with you if you want!

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Best of a Bad Situation

Fandom: Full House

Pairing: N/A

Characters: Danny Tanner, Original Female Character, Jesse Katsopolis, Joey Gladstone, Michelle Tanner, DJ Tanner, Stephanie Tanner, Becky Donaldson

Word Count: 1839 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Danny knows his daughters well.

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Danny Tanner, Full House Fic, Family, Loss of a Parent, Parenting, Grief, Dysfunctional Family, Hugs, Requests, Requested Fic, Best of a Bad Situation

Notes: working through requests

REQUEST

@ancis93 - Hey, I see you're accepting 'Full House' character requests. It really annoys me that everyone only writes about Jessi (nothing against him, he's a great uncle) but nothing about Danny, he's a great dad isn't he? I would like to have a request for him where he has another daughter (older than DJ) who is being bullied at school and she gradually starts to distance herself from her sisters, uncles and even her father and Danny decides to confront her one day, find out what's going on and help her... Something cute if possible🧡🧡🧡

'And make sure to grab some towels DJ,' Danny said as he finished stuffing the rest of Michelle and Stephanie's swimsuits into the bag. 

'Sure Dad,' DJ said as she disappeared up the back stairs towards the linen closet. 

'Are you excited to go to the pool, Michelle?' Danny asked his youngest child who was sitting at the table next to her sister shovelling cheerios into her mouth. 

'Super excited!' Michelle said excitedly, 'Denise said her family are gonna be there too today.'

'Well, that's good you can play in the kiddie pool,' Stephanie said. 

'We're going in the big pool!' Michelle protested. 

'Nuh huh,' Stephanie replied.

'Uh huh!' Michelle rebutted. 

'Girls,' Danny sighed, 'stop arguing or neither of you will be going anywhere.'

The girls looked at one another, narrowing their eyes as they scowled at one another before proceeding to carry on stuffing cheerios into their mouths. Danny shook his head and turned away. As he turned to start packing their lunches into a bag DJ came back downstairs towels in hand. She slid onto a stool by the kitchen island, handing the towels over to her father. 

'Thanks Deej,' Danny said as he placed them inside, 'wait, you missed one. There's only four here.'

'I know,' DJ said, 'Kelly's not coming.' 

'What?' Danny said. 

'I told her to get a move on but she said she's not coming,' DJ shrugged.

'Oh she did, did she?' Danny asked. 

'What does it matter anyway?' DJ asked, 'we can still go. She'll only be a total buzz kill if she does come.' 

'Yeah,' Michelle said, 'last time we went to the park she wouldn't even push me on the swing. Joey had to do it.'

'Well at least Joey helped you,' Stephanie said, their argument seemingly forgotten. 

'Yeah but then I had to push him and he's heavy,' Michelle said, scrunching up her nose. 

At that moment Joey and Jesse burst into the room. Jesse was wearing his jeans and trusty leather jacket, a simple t-shirt underneath. The only giveaway he would even be near any water was the towel tucked underneath his arm. Joey however was completely the opposite. He was wearing board shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. He had his body board under his arm and a towel wrapped around his neck. 

'Right, who's ready for a day at the pool?' Jesse asked. 

'We are!' Michelle and Stephanie chimed. 

'Deej?' Joey asked.

'As ever,' DJ smiled.

'Where's Kel?' Jesse asked, looking around for his eldest niece. 

'She's not coming,' Michelle shrugged. 

'What?' Jesse said going to scoop Michelle off of her chair and place her on his hip, 'how come?

'I don't know,' Danny said. Worry griped at his stomach for a moment. He thought of his eldest daughter. He had noticed a change in her, She wasn't naughty or getting in trouble. She didn't fight with her sisters, hell, she didn't do much of anything anymore. She went to school, did her homework and was always polite. But she wasn't herself. 

'Well she can't miss out on family fun day,' Joey said, 'right girls?' 

'Yeah, why don't we go and see if we can talk her around?' Jesse said. 

'No,' Danny said, 'guys how about you head to the pool with the girls and me and Kel will join you later?' 

'Are you sure?' Joey asked. 

'Yeah,' Danny said, handing his bags to the blonde-haired man. The gang started to gather their things and head to the front door leaving Danny standing in the kitchen alone.

He sighed and headed up the back stairs. When he got to DJ and Kelly's room he found the door closed and the soft thud of music echoing from underneath. He knocked and waited for a moment but when no response came from the other side he knocked again and then pushed the door open quietly. 

Kelly was sitting on her bed, cross-legged, skimming through a magazine though she looked up when he entered.

'Hey Kel,' he said, coming into the room. 

'Hi dad,' she said meekly. 

'Are you ready for the pool? Looks like it's a great day for it,' he said softly as he moved into the room and perched on the end of her bed. 

'Actually Dad,' she said, dropping her gaze to her magazine, 'I don't really feel like it.'

'But you love the pool,' Danny said, 'and we always have a good time.'

'I guess but I just don't feel like it,' she said.

'You don't feel like much these days huh? I know the girls said-' Danny started though it was cut off. 

'Well we're not joined at the hip you know,' Kelly snapped. She threw the magazine down on the floor and folded her arms across her chest. Danny sighed.

'No,' Danny said, reaching out to put a reassuring hand on her knee, 'but I know my girls. And I know that if you won't even be friends with them, something is definitely up.' Kelly said nothing but she didn't meet his gaze either. He stroked her knee with the pad of his thumb trying to coax whatever was bothering her to the surface. But it didn't come. Instead, Danny watched as his oldest child started to shed tears that dropped from her eyes and down onto her jeans as she had bowed her head. He shuffled forward and pulled her into him as he mumbled, 'oh sweetheart.'

Kelly allowed herself to be pulled into her father's side. She let him hug her until her breath became shaky and the shoulder of Danny's shirt became damp and snotty. His heart felt heavy as he held her but he waited until the crying had subsided enough to pull away and look into his daughter's young face. 

'Sweetheart, what's wrong?' he asked, using his thumb pad to wipe tears from her face. 

'I can't tell you,' she replied. 

'Hey now,' he chastised, 'you can tell me anything you know that.' 

'Not this,' she sniffled, 'you won't understand.' 

'Well I won't understand if you never tell me now will I?' he reasoned. Kelly just shook her head and scrunched her eyes closed as if he would be able to tell what she was thinking, 'you won't understand because...because you're not a girl.' 

'Oh,' Danny said sadly.

The two fell silent for a moment. Thoughts swirled around Danny's mind and he tried to figure out what it could be. Girls' problems. That sounded like a hint but knowing how complex teenage girls could be it could have been a world of things. Finally, he spoke, 'does it have anything to do with why you don't want to go to the pool today?' 

Kelly nodded.

'Is it wearing a swimsuit?' he asked. Kelly shook her head.

'Is it...boy related?' he said. Kelly shook her head once more. Danny tried to hide how big his sigh of relief was. His mind blanked. He was two questions in and he was at a loss. Thankfully, Kelly seemed to notice he was lacking, 'it's because...'

Danny held on. He didn't want to spook her. Didn't want her to retract back into herself as she had been doing. 

'It's because I'm on my period,' she said eventually.

'Oh,' he said before brightening, 'well that's okay.'

'No, it's not. It's horrible.'

'Well, I know the first time is a little-'

'It's not the first time,' she said quietly. 

'It's not?' Danny said, trying to think back over the past few months. Had it been happening under his nose and he never noticed? Did his daughter feel that he couldn't tell him everything? 

'No, it happened last month in gym class. Everyone saw it was so embarrassing,' she said, wincing a little at the memory, 'the teacher sent me back to the locker room and...'

'It's okay,' Danny said, 'you can tell me.' 

'And I spotted one of the other girls had ...you know...stuff in her bag. So I stole it out of her school bag,' she admitted. 

'Oh honey,' Danny said. She was still leaning against him and he allowed his hand to come behind her and stroke her hair gently. 

'They caught me,' she said, 'I tried to pretend I hadn't but they were really mean about it....they told me to stop being so pathetic and just ask my mom.' 

There it was. The words Danny hated hearing the most. She needed her mom. 

He knew it wasn't anyone's fault. He knew Pam would be here, walking him through everything if she hadn't been taken cruelly early. He knew that he, Joey and Jesse made the best of their situation. They were enough for the girls. But they couldn't be everything. They didn't know about girl stuff. Sometimes you just need your mom.

'I guess there's some things me and the guys can't help you with huh?' he asked. Kelly nodded sadly.

'I mean they'd already bagged on me for not having a bra yet,' she said, 'I made Sarah give me one of hers so they'd shut up. But they just don't.'

'Well, maybe we can change that,' Danny said. 

'How?' Kelly asked, hope evident in her quiet voice. 

'Well first of all we can go and get you everything you need for...well you know,' he said suddenly embarrassed, 'and then maybe I can ask Becky if she would take you bra shopping? I mean I'm happy to take you but she might have a little more idea than I do in that department...' 

Kelly nodded. Danny smiled, 'And then if you want I can speak to your teacher? About the girls.'

'No!' Kelly said all too quickly making Danny's smile fade a little, 'I mean I'm sure they'll give up now.'

'But if they don't you'll tell me right?' Danny said. Kelly looked up and nodded, 'Me or Joey, or Jesse, or Becky. Whatever it is, however embarrassing you...or me might find it you gotta tell us. Because I hate to think of you up here all on your own worrying about things that shouldn't be worth a second thought.'

'Okay,' Kelly said.

'Okay,' Danny said, 'now how about we go to the pool?'

'Dad I can't. Even I know I can't swim like this,' she said, gesturing vaguely at herself.

'I know,' Dany said, 'but we can still spend the day at the pool. Me and you can relax by the side. How about that?'

'Sounds good,' she said, 'but I don't like that we're not going to be able to get Jesse's hair wet.'

'Oh I'm sure we can devise some way of dunking him,' Danny chuckled. 

Kelly cuddled into his side one more time and then pulled away. Standing up to start collecting some belongings she could take with her to the pool. Danny watched her for a moment and then stood up, leaving her to it.  As he left the room his heart got a little heavier. 

Having a full house was never easy. 

But he always tried his best. 

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