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darkwood-sleddog · 5 months
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Four years ago we brought home a dog that was practically gifted to us….right as he had hit the most awkward growth spurt. I have a clear memory of finally getting him home after driving for awhile and getting a settled look at him and going…oh. Hmm. Stubby. Legs. (Pictures above are of 6 month old Slash).
He grew out of the stubby legs but not out of his goober personality.
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(Slash today @ 4.5 years old).
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cold-earth-connection · 7 months
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Dog sitting Vera this weekend. Dignified, unlike Sarek who lost shit again when it snowed this morning.
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izzakitty · 8 months
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Puppie~
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Bahahhahahahahhahshhahahah ohoohohihkho ahhhhhhhhsbsnnsndj mmmmmmmmm muah~ <3
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ahyewreddehlouwv · 2 years
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my favorite thing is calling massive 100+ lbs dogs “baby boy”
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shouty-mcnubbs · 1 month
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They love each other.....
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nihlyria · 1 month
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Sorry for the inactivity. they upped my medication so I've been in basically sleep mode for the past week. Getting used to medication has always been a struggle for me because my body is a jerk and absorbs and processes things faster than it should.
And when I'm not sleeping, I've been at the vet. My puppy tore his ACL while playing with the neighbour's puppy, so we've been having to deal with that. He goes in for surgery next Wednesday. So much for a poor one year old baby. At least Sigurd is getting used to car rides now. Progress there.
As an apology, I offer these pictures of Sigurd living his best life as a painter.
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Also this picture of him with the neighbour's puppy. She's also one, and two weeks older than Sigurd, her name is Katara. Please enjoy.
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anavatazes · 5 months
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This is Nicholas, my Mara's baby nephew. If he weren't already spoken for, this little guy would be coming home with me sometime early in February, with a name change of Anakin's Fenn Rau. The white stripe on his head leads all the way back to the black stripe on his back, and this little guy is so stinkin' adorable! I told the breeder that if the people back out, she needs to let me know, and I will figure something out, even work in trade for this sweetheart 🥰. Haven't felt like this since Mara. Sigh. The puppy fever is real people.
In other news, the holiday drama is real 😤. In my own house with my youngest and her father. The long of the short is that they know how to push each other's buttons, so they do. And they don't care who falls victim to it or what they ruin when they get going 😡. The older girls have a saying. "Don't piss off the German mother, that's a bear you don't want to wake up!" Well, that bear got woke up and put them both in their place today. Still NOT happy about it. Right in the middle of Yule, too! Fucking hell! I almost pulled me and the others back into the car to go back to their grandfather’s and let them hash it out, but Mara and the cats would have had to deal with it, and that's not fair to them. I don't like drama. My girls know this. My Mister SHOULD know this after almost 30 years together. I will shut that shit down. And I will be pissed the fuck off while I do it. If I want drama, I will go to my safe place of fanfiction, or the occasional show or movie that I might watch, and get it that way. Or if I want a really good show, I will go down the street and see what the neighbors are doing. Not. In. My. Home.
/vent
Anywho, even though I celebrate Yule, we do add a bit of secular Christmas in for the younger kids and the family members that do celebrate it. And I was raised Xtian, so it's old hat, really. With that said, all of the holiday and wintertime Joel fics that have been showing up lately?! Holy moley, you guys! Incredible! One minute, it's really hot 🔥 in here. The next, it's so fluffy and cuddly 🥰. I LOVE IT. Missing my mom a lot right now, it's been nice having the added distraction ❤️. So a huge thank you to all of my Frankie, Din, Djarin, Dave York, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Oberyn Martel, and even Agent Whiskey fic writers! But especially to my Joel writers 🥰❤️. He's still number one, even if someone did manage to bring Ezra close to him the other week 👀! Love you all! 😘😘
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temeyes · 4 months
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If the team were dogs what breeds do you think they'd each be ?
grEAT QUESTION, anon!! we'll start with Ghost cuz i drew him with a dog last year:
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i know most peeps would associate him with the German Shepherd because of Riley (that cutie patootie,) but i thought Ghost would be an Anatolian Shepherd instead. my reasons being 1) it's one of the Largest dog breeds there is, 2) they're smart, strong and protective, but also very calm and loving! and 3) Anatolian Shepherds are said to be great guard dogs and are good matches against predators.
Price, me thinks, would be either a Belgian Malinois or a Saint Bernard? Gaz would be a Brittany, and i know Soap would be a Chihuahua- LMAO JK, but fr, Soap would either be a Border Collie or an Alaskan Malamute.
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starlitmark · 5 months
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ʚ♡⃛ɞ Welcome to starlitmark's February Filth Fest hosted by @sanjoongie & @thelargefrye
ʚ♡⃛ɞ I will be posting a drabble or short fic for every day of February based on the prompts provided by the two lovely ladies mentioned above
ʚ♡⃛ɞ There will be a rotation of idols I write for featuring a few that I don't write for. Because each idol is predetermined I will not be taking requests for the provided prompts.
ʚ♡⃛ɞ Send an ask to be added to this tag list or any other tag list
ʚ♡⃛ɞ Masterlist below the cut
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Day One: Deepthroating with Rockstar!Sunwoo ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Two: Creampie with dilf!Seonghwa ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Three: Mirror Sex with Soobin [TXT] ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Four: Public Sex with Socialite!Chenle ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Five: Auralism & Sensory Deprivation with NSFW Creator!Yunho ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Six: Dacryphilia with Chanhee (New) ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Seven: Voyeurism with Samoyed!Jeno & Mark ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Eight: Experimentalism & Nipple Play with Mingi ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Nine: Long Distance Sex & Praise with Idol!Mingyu ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Ten: Hate Sex with Hyunjae ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Eleven: Somnophilia with Taeyong ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twelve: Mommy Kink with Pixie!Yoshi [Treasure] ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Thirteen: Uniforms with Police Officer!San ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Fourteen: threesome & ritual with Demon!Juyeon & Demon!Eric ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Fifteen: Femdom & Degradation with Jungwoo ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Sixteen: Cockwarming with Producer!Hongjoong ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Seventeen: Body Worshiping with Jacob ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Eighteen: Size Kink with Johnny ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Nineteen: Masturbation & Edging with Jongho ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty: Soft Dom-Sub & Roleplay with Younghoon ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-One: Aphrodisiacs & Overstimulation with Wizard!Kun ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Two: Double Penetration with Chinchilla!Wooyoung & Fennec Fox!Yeosang ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Three: Breeding Kink with Sangyeon ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Four: Pegging & Feminization with Ten ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Five: Free Use & Spit Play with San ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Six: Tentacle Sex with Alien!Kevin ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Seven: Cuckholding with Xiaojun & Hendery ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Eight: Predator-Prey Play with Alaskan Malamute!Mingi &Mernese Mountain Dog!Yunho ʚ♡⃛ɞ
Day Twenty-Nine: Gangbang with Idol!Juyeon, Changmin(Q), Haknyeon, & Eric ʚ♡⃛ɞ
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𝙲𝙾𝙿𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝟸0𝟸𝟹© 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙳 — 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍. 
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darkwood-sleddog · 6 months
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Finding myself reflecting on what is often the public’s incorrect understanding of mine and Sigurd’s relationship.
So many people (often cis men) see me with a big, often excited dog and love to talk down to me because they perceive the situation as less controlled or “under one’s thumb” as they expect/desire their own dogs to be (which is often complete shut down control).
In reality Sigurd is the most difficult dog I own. He is aloof, incredibly intelligent, very low biddability, and requires a very specific and curated relationship to do ANYTHING for you. He knows his size and he is in excellent shape. If he wanted to truly drag me and do what he wanted on a walk he would. He does to anybody that’s not me, including Mr D who he will often nip and manipulate to get his way. I am the only one that’s ever been able to get this dog to do work in my hands, be it sports or obedience. These men that negatively “joke” on my lack of control while my dog stands by my side and listens when I hold him back from his excitement would have no idea what to do with him. He would baffle them.
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londondungeon2 · 16 days
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thinking about you and floyd getting a dog after graduating night raven college. sure, you two have grim but grim’s more like a roommate that skimps out on rent. so you two start looking for a dog through adoption centers.
you two go through a couple of breeds. floyd’s insistent on a puppy that is going to grow big; you don’t mind as long as the dog isn’t going to shed.
an alaskan malamute would shed too much, english mastiff maybbbe, you two consider a doberman and a cane corso too. then, at another one of your weekly visits to the local shelter, there’s a new puppy brought in, kept behind the biggest glass cage in the shelter.
great dane. seven weeks old, coming soon. birthday: Mar 13. name: Moose.
“cool name,” floyd comments while looking down at the dog who is solely entertained by the bone in his mouth. kneeling down, he taps the glass, “hey moose, ya got a good name there, buddy.”
the dog finally turns away from his bone, looking up at whoever is tapping the glass. floyd’s lazy smile kinda plummets off his face. curious, you peer down.
moose — cool named moose — has a blue and brown eye. you would almost misinterpret the blue as being a blind eye but no, that’s just pure heterochromia.
when floyd looks back up at you, smiling wide, you know you are walking out of there with less money than you walked in with.
“shouldn’t we have waited till he was eight weeks old? just to play with him in the play-pens and make sure we get along with him.”
“nah,” floyd says, flipping in his hand the confirmation slip that you two get to pick moose in a week. “we’d get along.”
“hah, and i tricked myself into believing this wouldn’t be a spontaneous decision.”
you are suddenly pulled into a side hug and kissed on the head, “yeah, you’re really dumb for that, shrimpy.”
so, in a week, moose comes home. floyd is loving every second of being a dog dad.
you have the apartment pup-proof which proves pointlessly when the very big puppy you two adopted manages to knock down any obstacles. it’s like having a tiny horse in the house!
yet, in a month, you have managed to organize yourself to accommodate a puppy with floyd’s help. moose does a really good job at keeping floyd in a constant good mood. a dog is always happy to see its owner, and that infectious happiness brings a dumb grin to floyd’s face without fail. and! you don’t even have to worry about exercising the dog, floyd has a big handle on it.
at nights, your 150 pound eel and 45 pound — and growing — moose falls into bed with you. kissed by your bf and licked by your dog. life is wonderful and full of bliss.
(life gets more wonderful when jade and azul visit because floyd is set on making sure moose is well socialized. and coincidentally, floyd just happens to have bought a new toy for moose — a blue octopus with purple tentacles.
moose is about eleven months old now and still very energetic which means he loves to rip up stuff. floyd lost one pair of shoes to moose and you haven't seen your boyfriend so stern towards your dog until then. you two have managed to trained him to only rip up toys now, nothing else.
so, as you are catching up with your friends, drinking tea jade has made, you are startled when a blue something is launched into azul’s lap.
“moose, toy!”
you watch sixty pounds of dog follow the toy’s crashing descent and jump into azul’s lap. then, leaping from loveseat to couch, starts tearing up the toy so fiercely that tentacles and stuffing starts to fly.
“i knew you didn’t buy that toy for pure purposes,” you scold as floyd laughs his heart out.
the rest of the night, you watch azul’s legs lift off the ground whenever moose happens to trot back and forth, following floyd’s every movement - kitchen to living room.)
//inspired by the fact my local shelter does actually have a dog with heterochromia and my own dog does have an octopus squeak toy <3
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ninjacreature · 4 months
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dogboy villain wolf warrior jay will not leave my brain. love him
his tail is based on the tail of an alaskan malamute bc i thought the curl would suit him!!
i also kept some snakey features from the previous design i had for him bc i think him being a bit of a silly billy suits him well
some bonus screenshots i took as i was working on this r under the cut!!!
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figuring out his ears + what color i wanted them to be was certainly a process lol
i might add the lipstick part of the makeup back in the future if i draw him again….
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Evermore: Part. 2
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A/N: Hello! I just wanted to thank everyone who has read and commented on the last chapter! That truly means a lot to me.
Warnings: There aren't many warnings, but to have tissues ready. It's been hard to write without crying every sentence.
Before I shut up, I just wanted to thank my lovely besties here. @hollybee8917 ! She made this wonderful mood board and edited this chapter! So thank you, babes!
Your alarm clock buzzed, and you moaned. You barely gotten any sleep and you didn’t want to get up. But you had to, because today wasn’t just an ordinary day. Today was a big day. Before you could even get up, the door opened and the sounds of tippy taps were heard. You smiled, and the sound of sniffing and then the 80 lbs. Alaskan Malamute/German Shepherd pup jumped onto the bed.
“Alright Sarg!” You said as he gave you wet kisses. You then pushed Sarg off, and he jumped off. It was a chilly, winter morning, so you grabbed your sweater and the moment you placed it on, you smiled. The scent of Bergamot and Vanilla filled your nose.
“In a few more hours, honey.” You said to yourself and wondered what he was up to.
And on cue, your phone rang and you quickly grabbed it and slid the green button.
Hi angel.
You smiled to yourself, “Hello Mr. Levinson, did you sleep well? And I thought you weren’t supposed to call me sir?”
You heard Ari laugh and you let out a giggle. He replied, “I did, surprisingly. And I know, I know. Andy forbade me from calling you. But I can’t go a day without hearing your voice. Even if it’s just for a brief moment.”
And that is true. Ever since you were 16, Ari would have called you. You weren’t dating then, but him being your best friend since you were teens, nothing could sway him from talking to you.
You scratched your head, “Is everything okay, Ari?”
“In all honesty? No. I couldn’t sleep last night.”
“Aww baby, is everything alright?”
“No, because you’re not here.”
A sad sight slipped from your lips, “How do I make everything okay?”
Ari laughed, “Oh angel, it will be in a few hours when you become Mrs. Levinson.”
The sound of that made your heart jump for joy. That is true. You heard Andy in the background, and you laughed.
Well, Mrs. Soon-to-be Levinson, I’ve got to go. But I’ll see you in a few hours. I love you.
You smiled, “Love you too, Mr. Levinson.”
You hung up, and Sarg jumped onto the bed, giving you a bark.
“Alright! I’m going, I’m going!” You said, getting up and heading out.
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A few hours later…
You stood in front of the mirror, making sure that everything was in place. Your hair was perfect, makeup was just the way you wanted it. A knock was heard and you turned around to see your college best friend Holly. In her hands was your bouquet of white, dark magenta pink, and baby pink Roses.
“You got something new and borrowed. But something is missing.” Holly said, as she placed your bouquet down and a small box appeared. You had curious eyes as your friend strolled towards you. The box opened, and you gasped.
A diamond pendant.
“I told Ari no expensive gifts!” You say, running your fingertips against the necklace.
“He knew you would have said that,” Holly said and handed you a small card. You placed the box down and opened the card.
I had a feeling that you would say something about the gift. I know we decided not to give expensive gifts, but you deserve it. Hell, you deserve everything in this world. I love you, Mrs. Levinson.
-Ari
You smiled and sighed.
“Let’s put on.” You say. You took the necklace and placed it around your neck.
**
The limo pulled up in front of St. Cecilia Catholic Church. The car came to a complete stop, and you took a deep breath and sighed. Then the door opened, and your best friend Holly came out, then your parents. You handed Holly your bouquet and got yourself out. It’s only been 30 minutes, and your feet are already hurting from the heels that you are wearing. You hated them, but Holly and your mother insisted you wear them. Thank the lord you brought your flats, and you would be changing into them after the ceremony. 
You fidgeted nervously as you stood in front of the double doors. With your dad next to you and your arm linked to his, he looked down at you, “Ready, Squirt?”
You giggled, knowing that was your nickname since you were a kid.
“I am daddy. And dad?” You asked.
“What is it?” He asked. 
You placed your hand on top of his and smiled, “Thank you for everything.” 
Your dad smiled and patted your hand. And with that, the doors opened, and everyone stood up. Your hands started to shake as the music started playing Yiruma’s Moments and you started to walk down the aisle. You shook a little until you looked towards the altar and your beloved Ari was looking back at you. The way he smiled at you made your heart soar. He was looking mighty fine. He wore his Army uniform, with his saber by his side. His thick beard and the way his long fluffy hair brought a smile to your face once more. (You had only a few months with him before he was deployed back to South Carolina for training new recruits) 
When you reached the front, your dad released your hand and placed it into Ari’s. You then stepped forward and faced Ari.
“Hi Angel,” Ari whispered. 
You wiped your tears and smiled, “Hi, Ari Bear.”
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Wandering around the venue with a glass of wine in your hands, you spoke with guests. As you did, you looked over to the other side of the hall to see your now husband heading towards you. You handed your glass to Holly and by the time you did, Ari was in front you with his hand out. You placed yours into his and he took you to the middle of the dance floor. Ari gave the DJ a nod and a familiar tune came on. You looked up at Ari and he smiled. Your heart skipped a beat, “Is this-“
“Me and You?” 
Ari said, “Yes it is.”
Tears slipped down your cheeks and you placed your head against his chest.
“Everyday I live
Try my best to give
All I have to you
Thank the stars above
That we share this love
Me and You”
“You looked so beautiful walking down the aisle.” Ari whispered into your ear. 
“You knew that I liked your thick beard.” You said, as you still both swayed to the music.
Those are the exact words he has always said to you when he would write you letters, or send you flowers. But hearing him singing them to you made it even more special. You thank the stars that he came into your life. You then looked towards him and reached up to kiss him, “I love you.”
Ari kissed you once more, “I love you more.” 
**
You strolled with Sam by your side as you went towards Ari. Everything around you seemed like a blur, and nothing existed. Your heart was beating and breaking all at the same time by the time you got to his casket. You let go of Sam’s arm and stood for a moment, looking. But the second you placed your hand on top of the flag, everything went south with your emotions. Your tears, your feelings, your love for Ari, it all hit you. You placed your head down onto the coffin and balled your fists tightly. 
“Ari, I’m here now.” You whisper. 
You felt a hand behind you, and you knew that it was Andy.  
“Y/N, they have to retrieve him now,” Andy told you. 
You placed a kiss on top of the flag, and you stepped back, even if it was hurting. You held on to Andy, tears still coming down, and you watched on as your husband was being placed into the Hearst. The moment the door closed, Andy led you back to the car so you could go to the funeral home.
Good evening. I'm Jason Austel from NBC Boston. We start this evening with some upsetting news. A local hero, US Army Captain Ari Levinson from Concord, died today. He was deployed overseas and was in the Humvee when a bomb exploded in the car in front of them. He is survived by his wife and his 5-month-old daughter.
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lightfin · 10 months
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Character interaction in my my anthropomorphic au, Jim and Barbra are both Alaskan Malamutes and Jim’s “troll form” which in my Au has been changed to focal form, is a hybrid between a malamute and a carcardontosaurous. I just love there relationship and In this au Barbra becomes a lot more involved in the action even helping bring him back from corruption 👍
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theatrekidenergy · 7 months
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WTTT/WTTSH Instrument headcanons!
Massachusetts: Piano, Like just imagine that, also HUGE Shayfer James vibes that I can’t explain?? Idk.
Louisiana: Double Bass because it’s a super tall and has like the most beautiful sound yk, also he would adore playing with the French bow because it has the word France in it.
California: Guitar because we all know California is just that kinda guy that would absolutely write songs and than never show them to anyone.
Texas: Violin but he absolutely calls it a fiddle because in his mind there is no way in hell he’s being called a violinst, it sounds far to northern for his taste.
Austin: Viola, it’s different enough from a violin for him to not feel like he’s similar to Texas but close enough to how it looks where the other states won’t get suspicious
New York: Trombone, he loves the song and also when he gets pissed he just like, pretends to be focused on playing and then purposefully bump anyone he’s actively pissed at.
Alaska: Cello, he plays at night, I can also imagine him having freckles that glows like the northern lights whenever he plays.
Nevada: Flute, he and Alaska like to play songs for all of the dogs in the statehouse like Alaska’s Alaskan Malamutes, Texas’s Labrador retriever, and New York’s yorkie.
New Jersey: Harp, he used to listen to harp music as a kid but eventually he decided he was the one that wanted to play and he’s been in love with the instrument ever since.
Florida: Triangle.
Feel free to send in requests for headcanons or any other instrument headcanons you might want to see! :]
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anavatazes · 6 months
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Almost time for Yule. Gonna force myself through the pain on Friday and actually decorate for it, seeing as it's coming up quick. Did I say pain? Yup. Not gonna whine and complain (but please send Joel), but the Southeast is experiencing a cold wave that has aggravated my health. So I am spacey and brain foggy, more. Yay.
Anyway, youngest said she'd help me with cookies this weekend. She can do those in her sleep 😊 (all the kids can!). Methinks she wants out of going to school on the half day before break starts. She hasn't brought the grades in Math and ELA up enough for that to happen. Yet.
Anyway, the two youngest are begging for a more spiritual Yule, instead of the secular Christmas we end up with because of schools and family. I warned the extreme youngest that this means no Christmas Day. And there is only a gift or two starting on the Solistace. Mother's Night is a night of remeberence and welcoming of the ancestors, in particular the Dis, or female ancestors. We'll probably still do something Christmas Day with their Grandfather and nieces and nephew, but no Santa.
If they really want to get into the more spiritual side of it, it's really spending time eating, drinking, being merry, telling stories, being with friends and family. Yeah, there are blots and sumbels and stuff with kindreds (we have one of the larger ones in the area holding a huge Yule blot on the 21st). For Yule, I prefer to hold that stuff to the immediate members of my garth- the ones I've struggled with and succeeded with during the year. So close family and friends. That and it's easier when my body has decided in the middle of things to just crap out, I don't have to explain myself (even in the Norse Pagan community there are some people who don't get it or become overzealous with help).
I have actually been working on a Joel Miller fic about Yule, and I am hoping it'll be ready before Yule is over- the last day is Dec 31st. I have it mapped out, and some parts of it written, but then other things wanted to be written... and just... yeah...
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My little girl doesn't feel good. Some context before I start on why. In the South, fleas are a 365 issue. You have to treat your animals and yard for them year round, even if the temps drop. Because it never gets cold enough to kill them. And not everyone treats their animals or yards. So, it's a constant battle that gets expensive, really quick.
Well, little miss here, her flea treatment, for whatever reason, has stopped working. And here's the saddest part. It looks as though she might be allergic to the bastards, as her coat is disintegrating in some parts. And I mean her undercoat. The part that she needs to regulate body temp, etc, to stay healthy, etc. So, the vet sent some stuff to try in the meantime, we have an appointment coming up for her, and Mommy is snuggling her and comforting her as much as possible, even though Mara is completely miserable 😭😭😭. Her breeder has already recommended stuff to help with her skin and coat once we are rid of the fleas (Her breeder has been a huge help, as Mara is our first whooly pup). Hopefully, we will have more answers soon and a much happier Malamute.
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