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oneofakindbulldogs · 1 year

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doglovecare · 2 years

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The greatest gift from God, Jesus, is dogs.

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weepingdipshits · 1 year

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garctic phone setting me up for failure liek my huion doesn’t work with it on drawing for some reason and then my actual mouse is actually broken. then the internet goes out!! never interacting with people again!

#that’s a joke #the socal interaction bit #the other stuff did happen. I’m like life’s little kickable puppy #I try to do something for once and it kicks me like nah stay where you are you’ve tried to do too much today #and I roll over and go FINE IM GOING TO BED #I’m going to bed 🙄🙄#ohhhhh poor little lone wolf remy #nah not poor #I’m sexy enough to make it on my own #waaaaaaatchhhhh meeeeee #see this is what happens when you go to the store and buy things once you get to confident #learn your place says life ! never says me. I’m too damn stupid. watch me jump off this thing and probably fuck up my ankle again!!! WATCG!!#oki do actually need to sleep I’m starting to get into the crazed ranting part of my personal sleep exhaustion plan

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el-hectorio · 2 years

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Birthday boy... #kawaii #puppy #puppiesofinstagram #maltipoo #maltipoosofinstagram #happybirthday #LosAngeles #LA #California #Cali #SoCal (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfzr7plvgLl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#kawaii #puppy #puppiesofinstagram #maltipoo #maltipoosofinstagram #happybirthday #losangeles #la #california #cali #socal

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sweetbans29 · 4 days

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Mia Bella - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: You and Caitlin meet at the dog park :)

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

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AN: Here's a cute one for you - I honestly just love the thought of meeting outside of basketball and then having mutual support of one another. Ugh - I digress.

6 weeks. 6 weeks was all your summer at home consisted of before having to head back to school to start pre-season training. You play volleyball for UCLA which had you back in SoCal starting in the middle of July. Your love for playing outweighed your disgust for such a short summer but 6 weeks felt like nothing.

Your favorite part of being home was getting to spend all the time in the world with your baby, Mia. Mia is a six-year-old, beautiful aussie who has been your best friend ever since she was a puppy. She is your favorite reason to come home for the summer. She provided the rest you needed from training while keeping you out in the sun. And this summer you were extra excited.

The city had just put in a new dog park right down the street from your house that had triple the space than any of the parks within a 10-mile radius from you. The only plan you had was to take her there daily. You knew she wasn’t going to complain about that - it was a long-standing summer tradition for the two of you.

You got home on a Friday night and first thing Saturday morning was taking Mia to the park. You grab you both water, her ball, and a blanket and put it in a bag with some snacks (some for you and some for her). You grab Mia’s leash and next thing you know you are off to the park.

It’s a beautiful day. Mia makes a b-line to the park as your dad had been taking her since it opened. You get to the park right around 9 and find a nice place to set up your blanket. You set everything down and take Mia off her leash, she immediately gets the zoomies and you run around with her. You grab her ball and begin to play fetch.

If there is anything Mia loves more in this world than you, it is playing fetch. She would play all day if someone was willing to throw the ball to her. As you are throwing the ball with her you see another pup come and join Mia. A beautiful golden joins in with Mia - never stealing the ball but just happy to have someone to run around with. Mia drops her ball and the two dogs begin introducing themselves. The golden comes your way to get some pets and seems so excited to find another friend, even if you aren't four-legged.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see another 2-legged friend come jogging your way. You get up from the squat you were in to give the pups some love and give a little wave to the girl coming up.

"I am so sorry," she begins but you immediately wave her off.

"Please don't apologize, your pup is a sweetheart," you say as you continue to love on her pup. "What is their name?"

"Bella," the girl says. "My sweet Bella."

"It's so nice to meet you, Bella!" You say as you give her ear scratches. Your dog then goes up and looks for pets from the Bella's owner. "That is Mia," you say signaling to your baby.

Once a moment passes, you realize you haven't introduced yourself and extend your hand to do so. She shakes your hand with a smile and tells you her name is Caitlin.

"Well it is certainly a pleasure to meet you, Caitlin," you say with a smile. “I’ve caught a few of your games last season - your game is strong.” It’s her turn to smile after you give the compliment.

You invite her to sit while your pups run around. The two of you begin to get to know one another. You learn that she’s played basketball her whole life and that she had to play on the boys' team while she was in elementary. Following that - she was chosen to play for Team USA when she was in high school. As she was talking about playing, it was really neat to hear how much she loves the sport but is still able to separate her game from who she knows she is. Sitting there listening to her, it feels like she has opened a door to her soul- her genuine self. Your heart was instantly hooked.

As she kept talking, it felt like everything in the world melted away - she could talk you into circles and you would follow her anywhere. She talked about how she wanted to go to UConn but they never reached out to her. The coach never came to any of her games and the school never contacted her family. She ended up going to Iowa which meant she was close to home and her family could come and watch her play whenever. She talked about how that affected her in a way she wouldn’t have expected at the time but was for the better. You don’t know what it was but it felt like she was telling you things she hasn’t told anyone.

After she finishes talking about basketball, she starts to talk about how she was born and raised here. She talks about her two brothers and how competitive she was and still is. She talks about how there wasn’t much time for anything outside of basketball. Not that she regretted missing out on things like prom and dating.

When it was your turn, you talked about how you had a very similar background but instead of basketball, it was volleyball. You grew up playing from a young age and are now playing D1 volleyball at UCLA which is a little further from home than you hoped. You talked about how your family travels to come see you as often as they can but it never feels like enough. You talk about how you don't really know what you want to do after playing in college - you have thought about coaching but haven't figured it out yet.

Continuing, you talk about your family and how you are an only child but always wanted siblings growing up. You talk about how nice it was to go to college away but how much you missed the Midwest and look forward to coming back after you graduate. You relate to her in how time outside of sports had you missing things that felt like a right of passage but never really minded it. You were lucky to always have friends on the teams that you played on - they kept you going.

Before the two of you know, it is already mid-afternoon. Both of your pups are napping next to one another like they have known each other their whole lives.

"How long are you home for?" Caitlin asks.

"I have about 6 weeks before having to head back for training. It's not much but it is better than nothing," you say, giving a half smile to your new friend.

"Dang, that feels like nothing," she says with a little laugh. "Do you have any plans?" She asks, hoping that this is just the start of a new friendship rather than a one-and-done thing. She had shared more with you in the last few hours than she had with most people in the first month.

"The only set plan I have is to bring Mia here as much as possible," you say with a smile. "If you aren't super busy, you should join! You and Bella of course," you follow up.

"It's a date," she says giving you a smile. Your cheeks start to heat up, smiling back.

The next few weeks were some of the best you have ever had while being home for the summer. Caitlin and you had spent every day at the park, bringing your dogs of course. Some days you would both bring a book and read, others you would end up talking the whole time. It was really nice to have someone to spend time with while you were home.

Getting to know each other at the park is what brought you to her house today. As you get out of your car, you see her come around the house and wave. You give her a wave back as you grab your things. You don't know how it happened but one day at the park you brought up how her shooting from the logo and how you couldn't shoot a basketball to save your life. She promised she would teach you before the summer was over.

So here you are, about to make a fool of yourself in front of one of the best women college players and there was nothing you could do. You walk over to her and give her a little hug.

"Are you ready to learn how to shoot?" Caitlin says with excitement. Her excitement is contagious.

"As ready as I will ever be!" You say with a chuckle, Caitlin's cute when she is excited.

The two of you stretch and she goes on about how she knows you will be a natural...or so she hoped.

You always love to prove people wrong, usually, it is those who are telling you that you can't do something. This time around, you wish you could prove her right because it was quite embarrassing.

"Well that was terrible," she says with a laugh. Both of you are lying on the ground in her home gym as you have just spent the last two hours trying to do anything that resembled basketball.

"I feel like that doesn't do justice to what I am capable of athletically. If you really want to see what I can do, you would come to one of my games," you say with a laugh.

"I would love to see you play," she says, turning her head to look at you. "Maybe someday we can make that happen."

Looking back at her you reply, "I would love that Cait."

"Then I'll come watch you play," you say with a smile. She smiles in response and scoots a little closer.

"Can I tell you something?" She asks. You nod, turning to face her. The ground wasn't the most comfortable thing, but you wanted to provide her your full attention.

"I am really glad our dogs met that day in the park," she begins, not really making eye contact with you. "I wasn't super excited about coming home for the summer but meeting and getting to know you has changed that. I am really glad we met. talking to you and laughing with you has brought me joy and I want to continue talking even when you go back to California. I don't want to not talk to you...or see you because well, I like you. I like you a lot. And I don't really know what to do with how much I like you because this is all new to me and..." You grab her hand and give it a squeeze. She finally looks up at you.

Her hand comes up to your face, her fingers brushing against your cheek. Her eyes look at your lips as she begins to lean in.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," she says just above a whisper, as her face inches closer to yours. You shake your head no as you close your eyes, waiting to feel her lips.

The kiss is simple. It is slow, just getting to know what the other feels like. Once she breaks away, you place your forehead against hers.

"I like you too," you say with a smile.

AN: Finally a shorter one, we are working on it. I hope you enjoyed it! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

#caitlin clark #caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark imagine #22 #iowa hawkeyes #iowa wbb

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elephantimprobable · 2 months

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Chapter 1: How it started

"The strategy is all off..."

You're on your phone at Mitsuwa (grocery store near your place), trying to juggle 3 things at once: 1) running a work call with one of your direct reports on their latest proposal submission 2) reaching for the kale from the produce section 3) holding onto the leash of your now 6-month old puppy, Bibi.

Since your team is fully remote, you've had some time in the day to go out to the driving range to hit a few baskets of balls. You've changed into your Birkenstocks that show off your fading sock tan line from last summer but are still in your golf skirt and t-shirt.

And now, you're grocery shopping for what you need to make for your friend's dinner party on Sunday to celebrate the start of summer.

You feel a sudden tug on Bibi's leash and turn around to see that she's disappeared with her collar sitting on the ground. Your heart drops and you abruptly end your work call by saying, "Send me the revised report that incorporates all the feedback tomorrow."

With your heart beating almost out of your chest at this point, you grab your bag from the shopping cart and start shouting, "Bibi, Bibi," as you run and scan each aisle.

Aisle 1...no Bibi. Aisle 2...no Bibi. Aisle 3...there she is, the little mischievous baby! So mischievous that she's fully basking in the attention a crouched man is giving her by laying at his feet as he rubs her belly. He's giggling (it's a soft, child-like giggle) as she continues to wiggle and lick his hands, encouraging him to continue with the belly rubs. He's saying things to her you can't understand.

"Bibi!" you yell and run up to the duo, oblivious to the panic you've experienced in the last 4 minutes.

You grab her from the man's feet and look at her in the eyes, telling her, "I was so worried," with tears pooling at the the bottom of your eyes.

You nudge your face into her fur, and she gives your face a playful lick with her tail still wagging. Clearly, she was not feeling the same panic.

You look up and realise the man stood up and was watching you both. Whoa he's tall, you thought. You really had to crank your neck up to make eye contact. He's wearing a cap and his hair is sticking out at the edges.

"I-" "Sor-" (you both start at the same time and laugh).

You pause, giving the man a smile and say, "Ahhh sorry for the trouble with Bibi - she totally escaped while I was on a call just now. I really appreciate you holding her here!"

His eyes crinkle as he smiles and gives looks to Bibi as if she is a baby. Damn, his aegyosal is strong, you think to yourself.

He replies to you politely and says, "It's okay. Happy to help. I have a dog like her too." You thank him again and turn around with Bibiin your arms.

"You're only going to be sitting in the cart from now on," you whisper into her fur.

Sunday

You bring your kale salad to your friend Lo's summer party with Bibi in tow. The party was at her beachfront house in Newport just a few minutes away from your place. Dogs always welcome, she texted you.

To be honest, you didn't have many friends in the area because you had just moved to the area for a change of scenery recently. Living in San Francisco previously, you always knew you wanted to give the SoCal life a try so you spontaneously moved to Newport Beach recently upon recommendation from your network.

Lo was one of the friends you made when you arrived. She was a distant friend of one of your closest friends from university. You found her to be one of the more genuine people in Newport and having many similar interests like golf made it easy for you both to click instantly. And food - you both would joke that she was an amazing chef, and you were an amazing taster of food (a match made in heaven, really).

She shared her house with her long-term boyfriend who was part of the sports world...you really had no interest in any sports besides golf so you didn't even recall what it even was.

You walk towards the door and ring the bell. The weather is perfect today and makes you so happy. You're excited to meet more people in the area!

Lo's boyfriend, Tyler opens the door and gives you a big hug.

"Here, let me take the plate. Thanks for bringing this," he says with a grin.

"I'm excited for the rest of the food. Lo's been teasing me all week with her menu," you reply.

You take off Bibi's leash as she runs into the house. Both you and Tyler follow inside to meet Lo in the kitchen.

"Everyone's seated! Let's go say hi and start eating," says Lo with a large grin as she gives you a big hug.

In the other room, you hear a familiar laugh. Where did I hear that laugh before? you think to yourself.

Tyler, Lo, and you both turn the corner, and you see Bibi playing her heart out with a dog similar to her. They look literally like brother and sister!

You giggle and look up to wave to the rest of the party. To your surprise, it's just one man seated at the table.

You both make eye contact and have a flashback to a few days earlier.

The grocery aisle. It's the man from the grocery store.

#shohei ohtani #shohei ohtani imagines #shohei ohtani fluff

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squidyyy23 · 9 months

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tag game tuesday! 💫

tagged for macy's tag game tuesday by @celestialmickey @creepkinginc and @sleepyfacetoughguy

name: tina 🦑

pronouns: she/her

where do you call home? (finally) sunny socal. 🏝️

favorite animal: giraffe. call it height envy. 🦒

cereal of choice: reeses puffs. 🍫🥜

are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? hmm, i've never really thought about it? probably visual. i would rather just watch someone do the thing than listen to them talk about it. but even better, i'd like to just do it myself and figure it out.

first pet? black lab named shadow. my mom was out on an electrical job and found a box of neglected puppies in a basement. called it in and we kept one. he was neurotic and split his time hiding behind the toilet and attacking people. eventually he "went to live with someone with a really big backyard" but now i question that story... 😢

favorite scent? i don't know about favorite but i took my son to his first gymnastics lesson today and the smell of the gym was like whoa, bam, childhood. nice throwback (even if maybe not such a nice smell). 🤸🏻‍♀️

do you believe in astrology? i believe it's fun to learn about.

how many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? 20ish?

sharpies or highlighters? these have two completely different purposes... i rarely have a need for a highlighter though.

a song that makes you cry: i am but made of cold, hard stone.

a song that makes you happy: bootylicious played today in the grocery store and yes, i was jamming.

and finally, do you write/draw/create? if so, use this as an opportunity to shamelessly (😉) promote yourself! write! on ao3 and some drabbles and stuff buried in the #squids words 🦑 tag. (it's still weird to say that? like i'm starting to accept that yeah, i write, but just barely)

plus a bonus picrew by @look-i-love-u @stocious @creepkinginc. it's summer and the freckles are out in full force.

oops. and forgot to tag people. 🙈 @auds-and-evens @howlinchickhowl @grumble-fish @crossmydna @metalheadmickey @heymrspatel @juliakayyy @mmmichyyy @rereadanon @gallawitchxx @thisdivorce @gardenerian @whatwouldmickeydo @suzy-queued @energievie @michellemisfit

#tag gaming on a tuesday? who me? quick. go buy a lottery ticket.#tag game tuesday 💫

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hometownrockstar · 5 months

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A little whiles back when people were talking about family abolition on here i was interested in it as someone with heavy critiques of the family model and lack of children's rights, but something that specifically i always wondered (in this hypothetical abolished family model world where children have rights and can make decisions for themself) is how children would get nurturing care during their development... hard for me to imagine and i just think kids would need guidance for their emotions i only say it as someone who was the least nurtured boy in the whole world and who wasn't socalized as a puppy

#I dont posit this as some kind of rebuttal to family abolition #Not like 'oh but kids cant be trusted to take care of themselves' stuff #I just think abt it is all ...

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oneofakindbulldogs · 1 year

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#OneofaKindBulldogs #OldeEnglishBulldogge #OldeEnglishBulldogges #Bulldog #Bulldogs #VictorianBulldogs #VictorianBulldog #OEB #EnglishBulldog #EnglishBulldogs #TheLifeofaDogMan #WorldWide #SoCal #SanDiego #Puppies #Puppy #MansBestFriend #Worldwide #Dogs #Love #NoBadDays #DogsRule #BulldogAholic #BulldogsAnonymous #ContinentalBulldog #ContinentalBulldogs (at One of a Kind Bulldogs Inc.) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpvn4DYvS19/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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grison-in-space · 1 year

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It occurs to me, not for the first time, that moving an eight week old puppy from SoCal to Minnesota in mid December and then cheerfully announcing "we potty outside and ONLY outside" is perhaps not the nicest thing I have ever done to a living being

Oh well, it's not like I'm not putting myself on a "every two hours we grimly struggle to the outdoors" schedule right alongside her.

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vaguekiwi · 2 years

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♠️ 10 of Pikes / Spades: “No Archive Warnings Apply”

Send me a prompt!

Sunkissed shoulders and liquor-damp lips.

Lean biceps and tanned thighs.

Their voices were buoyant and jovial. Eager, youth-laden shouts of, “Mine!” and “I got it!” pierced otherwise lazy, salt-laden air.

Tony crooked a smile as the boys sprinted past his chair. Their volleyball landed in the water for the eighteenth time and without any chagrin two of them dove in after it.

Sand burst into clouds under their feet, glimmering under the pink sun and then clinging slick and sticky on bronze skin.

“Serve-up!”

“I go!”

“Set!”

More laughter.

They were pretty youth things. Maybe it was creepy for Tony to be sitting here in his beach chair admiring youth like this. But he was wearing sunglasses and was, by all accounts, minding his own business. And he wasn’t going to act on any lewd thoughts. Anyway, what else was there to do without his phone?

Tony had turned his nose up at Pepper’s proposed sabbatical for him. But it turned out there was something worth watching while lying on the beach turning brown under the sun.

One of the boys — the gangly one with a sweet smile and curls now hopelessly tangled from salt and wind — tripped over himself comically as he dove for the ball. He missed. The others laughed.

“Nice try, Pete!”

When Pete stood, his knees and pelvis were pink from the rub of sand.

Tony licked his lips and thanked god that if he was going to entertain perverse and inappropriate fantasies at least they were legal.

The boys made no attempt to hide Coronas and IPAs, all housed in a cooler with an ostentatious SC Trojans emblazoned on the side.

Although… Tony did appreciate the colouring.

Pete’s swim trunks were also red and gold, a glaring SC was sewn against his right hip. Tony imagined his own hand covering the university logo.

Pete was a tiny little thing. Just the right size, in Tony’s opinion. With the right blush and sheepish smile. His laughter was blissful and shy, and his skin marked up so pretty even under the relatively-tame wilds of the Malibu coast.

One of the boys broke off from the group. He yanked a t-shirt over his head as he jogged up the beach, car keys swinging on a lanyard. If Tony squinted and lowered his sunglasses enough, he thought he recognised the logo of one of those new tech startups in the Bay Area.

“Harry!” Someone called after him, “Get Mike’s!”

“Mike’s mango!” Pete cupped his hands so he would be hard.

The first boy who’d spoken grabbed Pete around the neck and swung him downward, laughing as he squawked and kicked. “Just Mike’s, Harry!”

Harry waved to show he heard. He unlocked the door of a dark green Jeep. It was all show though: too glossy to be a properly-used Jeep, in Tony’s opinion. The biggest adventure that SUV had ever embarked on probably just ended at a luxury valet in Vegas.

So, little Pete had a sweet tooth… Tony watched him tip his beer back. Pete grimaced at the sour flavour, and Tony imagined instead the stuttering gratitude over a glass of Riesling with a side of strawberries.

One of Pete’s friends bumped his bottle, beer slid down Pete’s chin and he gagged as he came up for air.

Tony shifted in his seat.

“Serv-ing!”

“Set!”

“Yo, Pete!”

Pete’s eyes snapped up. The volleyball had been set too far, and now he dropped his beer in the sand as he sprinted to try and intercept it.

Pete threw himself into it, as he had before. As he probably did with everything in life. With all the boundless excitement of any delectable SoCal puppy.

Someone groaned and a couple others laughed when Pete managed to whack the ball out of the air, only to trip and knock himself into Tony.

Tony grunted, arms coming up quickly to cradle the boy as he collapsed into his lap.

Cheeks flushed from exertion now turned pink with embarrassment.

“Gee sir, I am suh-so sorry!”

Tony wistfully entertained the same trembling words and nervous doe eyes in a different context. No swim trunks between them or dazzling sunlight overhead.

He blinked back the fantasy and whisked the boy off his lap before he might sense something amiss.

“Don’t sweat it, kid.”

“Pete, let’s go!”

“Coming!”

Pete scooped up the volleyball and ran back to the others.

Tony sighed and settled into his seat again, flexing his shoulders and wiping stray clumps of sand from his shorts.

He closed his eyes, and welcomed dreams of scratching white lines into sunburned shoulders and kissing pink lips that stung with flavours of sand and salt.

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #no archive warnings apply #fandom card deck #grace writes a little

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jwowwsboobs · 1 year

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what kind of tattoos do they have? what are their dream cars? what were their childhoods like? what were their favorite novels? would u say that jack is doomed by the narrative?

what kind of tattoos do they have?

gale has a black flag tat on her left shoulder n a bunch of random stick n pokes on her left forearm in the early 80s. after abt '87 she stopped maintaining them n in late '88, early '89 got a desert sleeve on her right and left forearms, something similar to this. the right arm was day and the left was night. she also has a venom welcome to hell tat she got a few years (87 iirc?) after jack passed away on her right shoulder blade and the artery tattoo i mentioned yesterday (anatomical heart pierced by 5 swords in a pentagram shape w an A carved into it) on her left also in 87

ronnie got flowers on her right thigh in 83/84 and the artery tat at the same time as gale! they went together n had a good cry abt it

jack & max never got any but jack did joke about getting a venom welcome to hell tattoo

what are their dream cars?

they were all kind of basic LOL gale just wanted a baby blue mustang, but she was more into bikes (lovedddd modding her harley esp in the late 80s n into the modern day).

ronnie bought the bands van ('81 ford ecoline), wanted a '68 pink mustang convertible, pink corvette convertible, (probably a 74 or 72) n a bmw. i think she got the z1 even though it was never released in the us (rich bitch moment.)

jack wanted a pontiac firebird so fucking bad it was embarrassing, ideally it would be black probably a 77?

max was not into really into cars but she liked how firebirds looked the best so i guess that would have been hers.

what were their childhoods like?

ronnie and gale's were pretty happy! they got along w their parents n were pretty well off. jack n max were not as fortuante tho<\3 everyone but jack grew up in socal

ronnie grew up rich. like mega rich. her "modest childhood home" it was a huge house w a waitstaff ("it was only jim (butler), tom (valet) n cathy (cook) n the cleaning ladies on tuesdays!" thats still a waitstaff fuck off ronnie) n in southern california. like girl🙄. but anyway yeah. rich girl kind of spoiled (definitely spoiled) youngest of 2, had an older brother who lived in the uk in the late 70s early 80s for school or something. maybe it had to do w the family business which idk what it was LMFAO. he would send ronnie metal albums cuz they were both into nwobhm. mother was a socialite, loved to throw lavish parties. ronnies dad adored her, shes a total daddy's girl. she started playing drums when she was 14 when she found her dad's kit (he was a big beatles fan n loved ringo) in the garage attic. ronnie went to public school but wasnt really the best student tho she tried really hard. she had like 3-7 dogs growing up cuz her parents loved dogs and giving strays a good home for however long they stayed.

gales dad was a single parent, worked as a college professor teaching literature. his specialty was american lit, esp black american lit. he collected classical music and jazz records and read books constantly. he often had his professor friends n students over for dinner, to discuss books or political happenings etc etc. he really encouraged gale to pay attention to politics and read everything and listen to everything and ask questions about everything. she took piano lessons from like 6-16, started playing bass around 13/14. she was a huge bookworm as a kid which her dad like. very much encouraged n fostered. gale went to public school.

max was the 4th child of 6. her dad was an alcoholic n her mom worked as a waitress. she doesnt talk abt her childhood. when she met ronnie she basically moved in w her n ronnies parents adored her cuz she had that california beach blonde, girl next door look coupled w a total kicked puppy sad eyes n they just loved taking in strays. she started playing guitar around 14/15 after being lent a black sabbath tape by an older sibling. not sure which one

jack was born in chula vista n her parents divorced when she was 4. she lived w her mother in the bay area but never stayed in one place for very long. her mom bought her a guitar when she was nine as a birthday present n jack taught herself from listening to songs on the radio. she was often described as a "troubled child" struggling with aggression, focusing in school, reading, and writing. began seriously playing guitar after hearing motorheads debut. was kicked out of her moms home after dropping out of school, moved in with friends. played in a bunch of various punk n heavy metal bands, eventually relocating to LA with the band she was in at the time, before joining artery in the summer of 81.

what were their favorite novels?

gale read too many to have a like. real favorite she would just start listing the ones she thought were good or that u would like. she really loved kurt vonneguts and bell hooks work. maybe sister outsider by audre lorde? i know why the caged bird sings? dhalgren? dune? catcher in the rye? i think dhalgren honestly but idk

ronnie's is definitely lord of the rings. like without question its lotr. fucking nerd. she'll say its vogue magazine tho

max...lolita, ariel or maldoror

jack was like. between being functionally illiterate and having (MAYBE?????????) severe dyslexia. she has a lot of trouble reading (recognizes albums by the cover, bands by the vocalist/guitarist) n struggles with writing (near/illegible handwriting, misspelling, difficulty with grammar/syntax) so. she doesnt have a favorite novel. shed call u a nerd for asking that

would u say that jack is doomed by the narrative?

definitely. there is no possible outcome of artery's story where she could have lived. she n max r both doomed by the narrative but jack was the only one who really actually literally died. max … since she didnt like. physical die its not truely being doomed by the narrative but like. she, as both the frontman of artery and as the person she was in artery around tht community… she died. completely. n hasnt been seen since 1986. so maybe she did actually die! ull never know

#i know wht happend to max. but thts my secret #artery tag #frank #asks #ty soooo mcuh 4 this this was so. thought provoking 🍻

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