re: that post I reblogged yesterday(?) about how dogs can be/are dangerous, and my tags saying they aren't human babies. I'm thinking about that still cause, honestly imo, soooo many problems with how people treat dogs seems related to the fact that most people see them as a 1:1 equivalent to a small human child. infantalizing them to a cartoonish degree. cause it's like, yes they need so much help navigating human society, and it's our job to care for them either way -- that's literally the evolutionary relationship our two species have. but an adult dog is still gonna be a fully autonomous living thing exactly the same as you are as an adult human. different social rules/'types' of intelligence/evolutionary niches doesn't negate the existence of a dog's internal world, thoughts, wants, and opinions. u might not be able to fully relate to those thought processes or understand them, but your understanding isn't what gives them worth.
(ntm it's entirely possible to better understand dog behavior with simple practice/research, but maybe that's just my personal "inclined to understand dogs better than other humans" neurodivergence talking idk lol)
obv example, but that's all why small dogs (who are easier to physically control, and therefor easier to physically treat like a toy/baby) are so frequently reactive -- their autonomy isn't respected otherwise. meanwhile in a lot of cases (tho nowhere near all unfortunately), large dogs can more easily demand respect before resorting to reactivity. and that's why we have to bribe the dogs at work so constantly lol. if a guy who's stronger than me doesn't want to follow me somewhere or go into a kennel for me or whatever, I simply can't force him even if I try. he will just stand there, and no one can stop him. so instead we need to work together to reach a mutual agreement; it's two-way communication. in the same vein: one of the first things I was trained on at work is how to respect dogs' consent/ask for their consent with things whenever possible. these considerations are super important in treating dogs right... and yet how frequently are they ignored/not-considered by humans cause a dog is seen as unthinking or lesser?
anyway this is just an incomplete thought tangent that doesn't even touch upon the way human children are wrongfully denied autonomy as well, or how worth isn't remotely tied to intelligence anyway. but u know. just something I've been thinking about while dealing with bad dog owners/potential-owners every day & while contemplating "hecking pupper furbaby" culture
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darling, doll, and love for Tarkin :3 -ourlittleforever
thnx, dearie, @ourlittleforever !!! <333
darling - is there anything you hold close because it reminds you of your f/o? what about them?
answered here, but another thing i keep close is a picture of him with the poem 'do not stand at my grave and weep' written on the back that i keep in my nightstand and another thing he keeps close is my necklace whenever i'm not wearing it :)
doll - do either of you collect anything?
i collect some toys, dolls, and stuffies :3 not nearly as much i used to (dolls were my spin for several years) but i still like adding new ones to my collections.
wil.huff likes collecting rare seeds B)
love - what terms of endearment/nicknames do you like to call your f/o? what about vice versa? do you have any that hold a special meaning?
terms of endearment i like to call him: love, my love, beloved, my beloved, darling, my darling, my (old) man, my guy, sweetie pie, sugar, baby/babe, doll, prince/ss, crazygirl, babygirl/boy, my boy, etc. etc. i use terms of endearment nearly every other sentence when i talk to him, which is what inspired this ask game in the first place :)
huffie uses them more sparingly than i do, but it's kind of a habit he's picked up from me, lol. here are some of his faves: my boy/girl, love, my love, beloved, darling, little one, my baby, prince/ss, pet, kitty/kitten, sweetheart, dear/deer, fawn. anything with 'my' and/or 'little' tacked to the beginning......
for nicknames, i ofc like to call him huffie, which is a riff on his name and also the word 'huffy.' or huff-huff :3 tarky/tarky-warky to be silly.
technically, him calling me ellie is a nickname bc my s/i's name is delruk. i think he kinda sticks to those two tbh.
as far as special meanings go, he calls me things like 'kitten' and 'deer' bc i'm a pet regressor to those two animals.... all the 'little' names are partially because i am literally physically smaller than him and partially bc i'm an age regressor. 'princess' is another one that's really special to me ❤ and for reasons that i don't think i'll unpack here bc it's A Lot.
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YO ZAC WELCOME BACKKKKK,
But yk I got a request 🤞🏽
Earth-42!Miles with fem!spider-reader
Like reader was from 1610!miles universe but when he went to earth-42 she went with him and maybe like there was a prowler!reader in 42!miles universe but she died and hes like “look at the power you had here…with me”
(The rest up to you…yk how I like it zacy 😏)
YEAH OFC <3
𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: earth-42!miles x fem!spider!reader
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst(?)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in his universe, you’re dead. it’s not fair that some inferior version of him gets to have you alive and well while he’s stuck grieving you. he makes it his number one priority to show you what you could have with him. what you had.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: inhales exhales i don’t like this and idk if i did him justice but HOPEFULLY I DID. it’s a little messy idk if i did this right HELO i hope you like it anyway (shout out to rae for helping me with the spanish 🫶)
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: hermosa - beautiful; tú eras mi vida y mi mundo - you were my life and my world; mi amor - my love
you woke up in a daze.
your surroundings were dark with only a little illumination coming from a small window. you tried to get up, but you were quickly dragged back down to notice you were tied to a pole. the more you pulled against it (to no avail), the more you lost hope.
you took a shaky breath and looked around the room to find miles tied up on a punching bag. he didn’t look conscious. his head is hung low and you could barely see his closed eyes. your heart dropped and made it your mission to get his attention.
“miles? miles!”
then, your spidey-sense goes off.
you hear footsteps drawing closer and closer to you, and you desperately try to break free from the pole.
“i wouldn’t wake him just yet, hermosa.”
your eyes widened as you looked back at miles, who was still knocked out. you were extremely confused at who was talking to you. they sounded just like your miles, but it wasn’t. you were about to speak, but then the mystery person came out of the shadows and kneeled down to see you.
it was..miles? but not your miles for sure. this miles had braids, and judging from the term of endearment he called you earlier, he could for sure roll his r’s. he gently took your face in his hands and scanned you for any sign of injury. when he makes sure you’re fine, he smiles at you.
“you’re just as beautiful as i remember,” he says.
“i’m sorry?” you ask, seeing as you’ve never met him in your life.
he sighed at your words and untied you from the pole. when your hands are free, you rub your wrists in an attempt to ease the soreness that enveloped them. you tried to shoot a web, but you soon notice that your web-shooters are gone.
“c’mon, mami, you don’t think i’m dumb, do you?” he chuckles at your attempt before untying your feet, and you stretched your legs in response. once he’s up, he holds out his hand to you. you hesitantly accept. he helps pull you up from the floor and you dust yourself off.
he looks at you before asking, “i’m assuming your name is (y/n)?”
you nod in response, looking a little concerned before saying, “how’d you know?”
“because that’s what my girl’s name was, and you look and sound just like her.”
“your girl?” you ask curiously. he nods and shows you a polaroid picture of him and a girl. he was right, she looked exactly like you. “why isn’t she here?”
his facial expression went from relaxed to serious. he sighed before speaking, “she’s dead.”
your eyes widen. you know you’re not his (y/n), but hearing that a version of you is dead sends shivers down your spine.
“tú eras mi vida y mi mundo, (y/n). you were taken from me for the same reason you save people now.”
“and what’s that?”
“your compassion,” he says with a slight bitterness to his tone. “you cared so much for people. too much. i shouldn’t have let you out of my sight.”
you listened eagerly. even if she wasn’t you necessarily, you were still curious to hear how a variant of you died.
you put your hand on his shoulder and nodded, and he took it as a sign to continue.
“we were handling business. two guys had crossed us. i was taking care of one, you were with the other. he was begging for his life, and you showed him kindness and spared him. then, he..”
you could hear his breathing getting shaky, and you began to rub his shoulder.
“you don’t have to finish, i— i get the gist of it,” you assure him.
he nods and pulls you into a hug. you hesitantly hug him back, feeling bad for him. once you wrap your arms around him, he whispers to you, “i’m never letting you out of my sight again, mi amor.”
your breath hitches and your eyes widen.
“i’m so, so sorry for your loss, miles. but i’m not her. i don’t belong here,” you try to reason. you hear shuffling on the punching bag and you can see miles—your miles—stirring awake.
“miles! you’re okay!” you gently move the other miles off of you and run to your miles.
“for the most part,” he tries to joke.
“i don’t think you get it,” earth-42 miles begins to speak. you turn away from your miles to look at the other one. “you had so much power with me, (y/n).”
“what’s this dude on about?” earth-1610 miles whisper-asks you, but all you can do is shrug in response to him.
“look, i’m sorry that your girlfriend died, but i’m not her, and i never will be,” you spat, getting annoyed.
“i’ll give you two options,” the other miles begins. “you can die with bug-boy here, or you can come rule the streets with me.”
your eyes widen as he walks over to you guys, now in a prowler suit. he puts his gauntlet on and shoves you out of the way, putting his hand around your miles’ neck, choking him.
“pick your poison, mami. let’s hope you make the right choice.”
I REALLY HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE OMG
tags: @pr0wlerpunk
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