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just a rebel puppy hound

@refragthehound

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"ugh forced marriage? this plot is so toxic"

That's the kink

"they can barely/can't control themself from ravishing their partner? How is that portrayed as ROMANTIC??"

That's the kink

"why is the plot so fixated on how tiny the main character is compared to the love interest?"

Grisps your shoulders so firmly

Buddy you're not gonna believe this

trans christian: god made me trans by putting a male soul in a female body so i could experience the joy of transitioning

trans atheist: society genders my body in a way i dont like so im transitioning to change my material circumstances

trans agnostic: nobody knows why im on t

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I'm sorry, is this... Is this implying there's no DYE in that rug? All raw wool in its natural colours? She fucking bred the sheep to get the colours she wanted over the course of ten years!? Holy shit.

Edit: this has gotten a huge amount of traction (fibrearts tumblr is a, uh, tight-knit community it seems!) so I am adding this note to state that I checked Lola Cody's website and can confirm: There is no dye in her work. She uses exclusively hand-spun Churro wool sheared from her home-raised sheep flock. It's all natural colours!

Trans women love being puppygirls and florets and hounds because they long for a world in which their uncomplicated and near bottomless well of love and affection is acknowledged by society, even if it isn’t reciprocated.

Isn’t that right, little puppy?

the ones who cry during praise and not during punishment are the ones who are almost there. hold them a little longer than the mission report requires. tell them they did well. watch what it does to their face

Callout post

The explosion had ripped off her comm system.

Deconstructed through years of training her lack of object permanence made her forget about Her in the quiet.

Silence. Peace. Freedom.

"Puppy!"

With one word her world compressed into a cage again as the backup system sprung to life.

"Sir? This briefing is top secret. We discuss matters important to opsec.

Is that a hound humping your boot under the desk?"

"No."

As she folded her hands to let her stern voice ring throughout the room an audible whince emerged from underneath her desk as her hound apparently climaxed.

"Yes..."

mutt trying to be productive for once and picking things up off the floor, when She sees mutt in its cute little outfit, bent over innocently, its ass in full view thanks to the incredibly short skirt She bought it. She kicks its weak legs out, making it drop to the floor with a yelp as it tries to catch itself.

i love teasing pretty puppygirls. like yes, im going to treat you like you're my prey and absolutely ravage you. but i'll give you so much love and kisses afterward, puppy! it makes it all worth it, and you get allllll those pretty marks to show everyone youre mine <33

I really like it when I type in a single letter and firefox shows me several extremely random things I've previously looked up that also start with that letter. this really enhances my looking-stuff-up experience honestly

was reminded of that youtube channel that records footage of that bridge that scalps trucks today. one of the fascinating developments that's happened since i last heard about it is that, in one of their many attempts to stop the trucks from being can-opened, they installed a traffic light that detects when a vehicle that's over the allowed height is coming and turns red so the driver can stop and hopefully notice the signage all around that's screaming "YOUR VEHICLE IS OVERHEIGHT TURN AROUND" and avoid an accident. However as a result sometimes drivers see the light turning yellow and IMMEDIATELY start flooring it to avoid having to stop, ensuring that the roof of their truck just gets fucking annihilated instantly. Really beautiful stuff you should check it out

the comments have me in tears

It DOES have a sign. It turns on when it detects something too tall for the bridge. It even flashes. And the traffic lights will go red to get people to stop when it detects an over height vehicle so they read the signs. (note this lovely example where the lights are red, because the truck thought it was better than the lights)

every time I see this post I've forgotten how clearly signposted the canopener bridge is, and every time it hits me like a truck (hitting the canopener bridge and getting the top of its trailer ripped asunder)

vagueposting jokes about WARHOUND with people who have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about is incredibly humorous to me. cis guy enthusiastically reacting while i tell him "I am going to turn you into a Sartha Thrace" going "okay then I guess I'll be a Sartha" as I ready the liquid starlight. buddy you have no idea where you're going

hate when people say something along the lines of "we must get along so well because you are/i am [some astrological sign]" to me. what are you fucking talking about. we get along because im fucking nice. a decision which i regret when you say shit like that

this post is a good rent lowering gunshot. in case anyone needs one of those

Anonymous asked:

Wait wait you can't just drop that off and not elaborate. What do you mean is there a mafia presence in Wales?? Please spill, what things did you notice??

Okay so bearing in mind that I have ADHD and Chronic Terrible Observational Skills:

  • I am in Cardiff
  • For a concert I am attending solo
  • Doors open at 5
  • 4:15 ish I go 'hmm I should eat something'
  • Cardiff is - unsurprisingly, being tiny and yet home to FOUR concert venues - Very Busy
  • Find McDonald's
  • McDonald's is very full. I recall my last concert related McDick's experience, and promptly bounce
  • Directly across the street
  • Is an Italian restaurant
  • It looks closed but fuckit maybe I can beg for like. Bread or some shit
  • Go over
  • Am immediately pounced upon by the hitherto unnoticed chain-smoking woman hanging out by the door mostly hidden by a potted ficus(?)
  • "I was wondering if you were open and if-" "yes yes we are open what would you like?" (strongish Italian accent)
  • Inside restaurant is Deserted
  • Explain that I'm sort of in a rush, am assured it's fine
  • Order chicken milanese which is generally a pasta dish with a breaded chicken component
  • Am led to seat nearish the front and promptly provided with a pint of coke in a glass tankard
  • Am then provided with a front row seat to an absolutely incomprehensible series of people entering and exiting (and in one case walking directly into) the door to what I can only presume is the kitchen
  • Starting with the guy who had been sitting at a table chain-smoking over a pile of papers
  • I counted at least three people exiting at least twice without actually entering in between
  • Am finally brought food
  • It is a breaded, butterflied chicken breast approximately the size of my face and a small pile of pasta approximately the size of my fist
  • It is all delicious
  • Chain-smoking papers man reappears, now wearing a chef's apron labcoat thing
  • Go up to pay, chain-smoking ficus lady is now having a very loud argument in a language I did not recognise but was not Italian Welsh English French russian Gaelic or Spanish
  • She sees me, says, and I quote 'ah little girl lost, one moment' and promptly hangs up
  • I am 27 and only nominally female
  • I am not remotely lost
  • She charges me for the pint of coke but not the food
  • I try to point out that she hasn't charged me for the food
  • 'do you want to pay for the food?'
  • '.... Not if I don't have to?'
  • 'good'
  • I leave. The door is now full of half a dozen very tall very Italian men and one absolutely adorable cocker spaniel
  • I ask if I can pet the dog (I have my priorities straight okay)
  • I am allowed to pet the dog. The dog and I are now best friends
  • The dog lead holder asks me in extremely accented but impeccably correct English if I had enjoyed the food
  • 'yeah it was great!'
  • Everyone laughs a bit
  • I smile and pet the dog and realise I'm now late for the concert and hurry off
  • I see a post on Tumblr about mob fronts and several connections are made in my brain all at once
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Everyone I've mentioned this to has gone 'was the food really good?' as a like initial litmus test for front-likelihood so I'm glad to see we're all on the same page here