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bailey comes first agreed could you maybe show us a picture of the baby👉👈 will trade for a picture of my dog :)
she sleeps fuckin weird but i love her and miss her
Here's Bailey!!! She's the cutest puppy I have ever met and she's my best friend. She's feeling better but very tired from being sick. Your dog looks so cute, there's nothing weird about the positions puppies sleep on they're just getting comfy ❤️ let them sleep
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just checking in with you on this big day for annoying people.... thoughts on the dando interview?
GOD I JUST. OKAY. IMMEDIATE THOUGHTS
Like.
Daniel SAW lando being interviewed, stopped in his tracks, asked for a mic and interrupted him JUST as i had pictured it in my mind the moment I saw lando stop for the interview
Lando mentioning daniel's pinky therefore revealing to one and all that he has Observed Daniels Onboards
Daniel reaching out to squeeze lando's trapezius
Lando teasing daniel by imitating will and daniel LAUGHING at it
Lando blanking on what question to ask daniel
Daniel teasing Lando by saying he would have been p5
The shared look that just SCREAMS inside joke
Lando calling daniel's driving "delicate"
Please take a moment to celebrate this bullet point with a listen of
Okay back to the list
Daniel telling lando he had a great drive today
Daniel laughing and saying "what happened yesterday? Oh we'll talk about it later"
Likeeee???? LANDO GETS SOOOOOOO BLUSHY AROUND DANIEL IM GONNA EAT THE DRYWALL
Plssssss
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hunter trans icons from for the future
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#edits#icons#pride icons#literally the most transgender character ever#feel free to use the transparents for stuff if u want#just credit me#toh#toh spoilers#for the future#for the future spoilers#hunter noceda#trans#bailey tag
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"If I'm the devil, then why are you here?"
Strade had been called many names before. In fact it wasn't even his first time being called Satan or Lucifer or the Devil. But this was different. This whimpering dog, chained in his basement for nearly 4 days now, he said it like a confession.
The boy cried and turned his head away, shrinking back into himself and away from Strade. Frustrated with is incompliance, Strade reached out a firm hand, grabbing Bailey's chin and sharply turning his head back to face him.
"Confess to me. What did you do to be sent to the devil?"
"I-" Bailey's shaking voice stumbled from his chapped lips, "I didn't mean to." His ears pinned back, blending into the tangled, knotted mess of hair on his head.
"Didn't mean to do what?" Strade implored, a growing sense of intrigue and excitement laced in his sweet, sing-song voice.
"I just wanted her to get away from me, I swear!" Large tears rolled down Bailey's cheeks as he choked on sobs that rocked his chest. "She was yelling at me and I just- I just meant to push her! I didn't mean to! I swear I didn't mean to hurt her like that!" Bailey stumbled over his words as he confessed his darkest sin to the devil holding his face.
"Oooh," the demon crooned, "but it still happened! Even if you didn't mean to." His tone held a sickening sweetness, his grip still firm as his hand was wet by tears. "Now say it out loud to me. Say exactly what you did to her."
Bailey whimpered louder than ever, a true canine whimper that touched back to the bestial part of himself. "I-" his voice wavered, unsteady and unsure of itself. "I-" he tried again, and failed to speak those rotten words.
"Be a good boy for me, Bailey." Strade's hands no longer held a harsh grip, but instead a soothing touch on the cheek, gently raising Bailey's face. "I, what? Say it. Confess to me, and you will be absolved."
Strade's fierce orange eyes bore deeply into Bailey's soul, and the boy had to close his eyes to distance himself from their intimidating gaze. Strade's hands, though rough and worked, now gave a gentle touch, softly and sweetly coaxing the confession from him.
"I-" Bailey began again, his hazey mind feeling all too entranced by the combination of fear and pain from his many days chained up. "I killed her." His voice was a whisper, as if saying the words were killing his mother a second time. They burned his tongue, and made him taste bile in the back of his throat. "I killed my mother!" Bailey yipped, his composure shattering as he thrashed and kicked his way out of Strade's grasp.
Strade backed up, leaning on the counter behind him as he watched all of Bailey unfold before him.
Years worth of suppression all spilled over all at once. He keened and cried and even howled at certain points, barking and coughing as he writhed on the ground. He was mourning the death of his mother, and the death of his own self as he cried and screamed into the ground.
Strade watched in astonishment. He almost couldnt believe someone as soft and weak as Bailey was, or perhaps made himself out to be, could kill anyone, even when pushed to the brink. But no person, no matter how good an actor they may be, could replicate the true soul baring intensity of the scene which played out at his feet. The poor thing, he needed guidance. He needed to be un-trained from his domestication, and taught how to be a good little hound dog. Strade let the display continue until Bailey was nothing more than a shivering, whimpering mess, broken from his bindings and curled in a ball on the concrete floor.
"There, there." Strade cooed softly as he got back down on his knees and pulled the boy up to a sittibg position. "You'll feel better now that you've confessed. As I promised, you are absolved." Strade gently pushed Bailey's dirty bangs away from his face. "The devil punishes sinners, Bailey. You're not a sinner anymore."
The words were more comforting than Strade knew, and Bailey fell into his chest, rubbing his wet face into Strade's forest green shirt.
"You'll be good for me from now on, won't you?" Strade asked calmly, gently, feeling the tickle of Bailey's ears against his cheek.
"Yes." Bailey responded in a broken voice. "I promise."
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My favorite kind of days and the ones I get to sit with my boy and watch law and order. (P.s. Yes, I already gave him a piece of popcorn he's just greedy)
#personal#happy tag#my face#kinda#i dont agree with pugs but he was my moms and i inherited him#Bailey tag
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dogy. you will look into her big soulful brown eyes
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okay lay it on me babe!!! 17, 33, 59, 83, 95!!! 😘😘
Bailey!!! Thank you so much <3
17. "Whispers" by Halsey
I loved this song when it first came out, but seeing it live completely transformed it for me, and it's climbed up my ranking of IICHLIWP songs. Hearing the crowd sing the "whispered" parts was chilling and gorgeous and cathartic. It's a painfully honest song, and I'll always be grateful I got to experience it live.
33. "killing boys" by Halsey
One of my all-time favorites! A banger that references my favorite movie and serves as an excellent "fuck you" to shitty dudes everywhere.
59. "Doctor Eleven" by Dan Romer (Station Eleven soundtrack)
I barely talked about Station Eleven on tumblr, and I regret that. But it's because it's one of the few shows I've ever seen that already says everything I think is worth saying. There's almost nothing for me to add, nothing for me to expand on. It's near-perfect, and it's just something that has to be experienced. This song captures the bittersweet, beautiful, hopeful, inspiring, heartbreaking, human theme of the show so, so well, and it does so without lyrics. I'm a lyrics hoe, I love lyrics, so for any song to catch me the way this one does is exceptional. Just hearing it makes me tear up, and smile.
Everyone go watch Station Eleven right now.
83. "Runs in the Family" by Amanda Palmer
Just a really good song about what it's like to be mentally ill and have a fucked up family. Feels like an anxiety attack. In a comforting way. It's hard to explain, lol.
95. "Villain" by Bella Poarch
Bella is a little bit of a guilty pleasure. I think this is a really fun song, I love a good "this relationship is fucked up but that's why we like it" anthem. And I think Bella has a nice voice!
Thank you again!!! 💜
Send me a number and I'll tell you what song that is on my Spotify Wrapped!
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Our partner sys introjected Wil!
So now t4t aspec Bailey x Willow is canon.
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I'm gonna miss our little cottage, though.
(insp. by @lightningtitties)
#critical role#criticalroleedit#imodna#southerngothic#imogen temult#laudna#laura bailey#marisha ray#gifs#*#*cr#*parallel#*request#cr3#cr spoilers#ship: imodna#laudna cr#angst tag#1k#scheduled#1h32m c3e19#2h57m c3e39#4h51m c3e49#24m c3e96#the PAIN of that line. the PAINNNN of that reaction#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGHHGAAAGHAGHAAAGH
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KATE & ANTHONY
S03E01 - BRIDGERTON (2020—)
#bridgerton#bridgerton spoilers#bridgertonedit#perioddramaedit#kate x anthony#kathony#kanthony#userveronika#userrobin#userlenny#dailyflicks#tvandfilm#my gif#kate sharma#anthony bridgerton#i don't remember my own tags D:#but anyway... THEM!#simone ashley#jonathan bailey
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more dog picture in celebration of bailey being ok
More Bailey!! This picture is old but it's one of my faves. Your pup is so cute, very polite looking
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when i get my hands on Liam O'Brien i'm making him pay all my therapy bills
like. LIKE. look at his face. the sudden surprise as jester invades his space and proceeds to RUTHLESSLY unravel and acknowledge his pain after the traumatic events of the day, the way he's so carefully tucked away all emotions and tried to move on without worrying the group. look how quickly the layers all crumble away, how emotional and vulnerable and small he looks, how for a second we see Caleb Widogast without all his layers. if i had any power at all to do so i would give this man a thousand oscars and then ask for a milion dollars to compensate for the emotional damage he has wrought me
#critical role#cr#the mighty nein#mighty nein edit#edit tag#caleb widogast#jester lavorre#widojest#but also FOUND FAMILY#fuck me man!!!!#liam o'brien#laura bailey#critical role edit#tm9#tm9 edit#i need to lie down no joke this moment has haunted me for a whole day i havent been able to do anything else but think about it#baby's first edit btw i learnt how to use adobe rush just for this because it would not leave my brain it was like a curtain eating moth#cr2ep77#tm9ep77
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ashley and laura both being in that episode is fantastic for iconic bestie reasons but also god the fucking. poetry of. both of them having embodied and voiced central characters in the games and now playing people who are witnesses to what causes the characters’ most central motivations? like ashley as anna watching marlene carry away her daughter who she knows was still part of her when she was bitten and ellie carries the weight of that for the rest of her life because of everything it means for the possibility of a cure. and laura as a nurse who watches the murder of this (for now) nameless doctor whose needless death will be something that haunts abby for the rest of her life. god . cross media storytelling is so ripe with phenomenal possibility for exactly this reason i’m Losing It
#tlou spoilers#tlou hbo#tlou#ashley johnson#laura bailey#the last of us spoilers#the last of us hbo#the last of us#tlou2#kinda#ellie williams#anna williams#abby anderson#jerry anderson#i’ll also tag this#ashley & laura#because it’s neat for me
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Good Dog | Bailey Donovan
Mason hated the city. He avoided when and where possible, but there were certain times things had to be solved outside of his small cabin. The fluorescent lighting spilling out onto the darkening streets was harsh on his eyes. It buzzed with artificiality that was mostly foreign to his senses.
“Hi, my name is Amber, what can I help you find today?” A cheery cashier behind the register chimed along with the automatic bell on the door.
Mason towered over her, his very presence not belonging to the world around him. He couldn’t not stand in a threatening manner, one which made the young woman ready to call her manager to the front should there be an escalation.
“Collar.” He grumbled, giving a cough to clear his dried-out throat. “A trainin’ collar.”
There was a beat, the woman sliding slowly out from behind the counter. “Oh, yeah totally, what kind of training collar are you looking for? Did you need just like, a martingale or a slip lead, or?” She began walking towards the aisle closest to her safe haven of a cluttered counter, behind the computer and next to the call manager button.
Mason followed slowly. He of all people knew best when an animal was frightened.
“The sharp one.” He clarified, though it didn’t seem to clarify much for the retail employee.
After another beat, more gears turning in her head, then her face lightened. “Oh, gotcha!” She turned and motioned with her hand to the store’s selection of pronged training collars. “Yeah, we have our prong collars right here. How big is your dog? Do you know how long around the neck is?”
Mason looked at the sizes hanging on their pegs. He had sized up his dog’s neck before coming, though he had no tape measure to do it with. He held his calloused, worked hands up in a ring shape, displaying to the woman the length of the neck. She simply nodded turned around, and took a collar down off the wall.
“Sure, yeah. This one should be about the right size for you then. If it’s a little too big you can take one or two of the prongs out just by squeezing and pulling down on them.”
“Perfect.” Mason replied, taking the collar from the girl to inspect it closer.
“You having troubles with your dog pulling?” Amber asked, staring up at Mason as his fingers traced over the smooth, cold metal.
He grunted and nodded his head. “Too rowdy.”
“Okay, sure. Did you then also need a leash today too? Typically with dogs who are really heavy pullers a chain lead like this can help both keep control of them when walking and also make sure your dog can’t break the leash by pulling too hard.
Mason looked up briefly to see the next product he was being offered. “Sounds good.”
The girl continuously nodded her head as she watched and listened to the beast of a man before her. “Okay, great! If you wanted I could also show you what training treats we have that could help with keeping him under control!”
Mason shook his head, lowering the collar so he could look at the woman again. “Just the collar and leash. Thanks.”
“Yeah, for sure!” The woman said again before mousing past Mason and retreating back to her sanctuary. He followed her, approaching the opposite side of the counter where he was set to be.
Mason’s eyes watched Amber’s hands as she typed into her keyboard and scanned the tag on the collar. She was fast with her fingers, like they were designed to be used for a computer. Or perhaps, she was rushing because she wanted to be away from Mason.
“And then have you shopped with us before?”
Mason stopped her sale short again, shaking his head and holding up his hand. “Just these. I don’t get out here much.”
“Yeah, no, I totally get it.” Amber avoided looking at Mason as she typed more into her computer. “You’re total is gonna be 42.29 today, the reader is ready for your card.”
Mason had flipped open an old torn up leather wallet and slid his soil coated card into the machine. It processed for a short time, then chimed when the transaction was completed.
Amber set a bag containing the collar and the receipt on the counter before Mason. “And if it doesn’t work out for you, if it’s the wrong size or just doesn’t help, you’re free to bring it back and return it, just make sure you keep your receipt on you.”
Mason took the bag, nearly crushing it in his grip as he muttered a “thanks” and headed for the door.
“Have a great night!” The employee called after him as he left the store and entered back into the cool air of the outside world.
As Mason drove home, Amber would rush to the back room to discuss the interaction with her manager, where they would ogle at the sheer size of the man, wondering what kind of freak dog he must have that’s “too rowdy” for him to control. It was no bother to him. He would never know, nor would he care, about his “mountain man” nickname given to him by the small team of employees. Just as he would forget them, they are destined to forget him in several weeks time.
It would be well past nightfall when his heavy boots would enter his cabin again. The snowfall had increased, and he’d need to deal with it come morning. He could hear the whimpering and whining coming from the closet where he’d locked his dog during his trip out to town.
He approached it, knowing the creature on the other side could both hear and sniff out his approach. “I’m gonna open this door,” He spoke firmly, one hand clutching the new collar, the other gripping the door handle tight. “And you are going to sit still for me, do you understand?”
It was near silent for several seconds, save for the creaking wind beyond the cabin walls and the soft popping of the dying fire in the hearth.
“Yes,” Came a broken, weary voice from the other side of the door.
“Good boy.” Mason spoke in that low, rumbling voice of his as he opened the closet door, immediately dropping down on one knee to take his pet by the scruff.
A scrawny, tawny-headed boy was pulled from the closet, dressed in loose furs and with his tail and ears posed for a submissive stance. Bailey was as still as could be as the collar was snapped around his neck. The metal prongs pushed into his skin, offering a persistent teasing threat. He heard the leash click on to the collar’s connector, and Mason gave it a test-tug. The prongs constricted, pinching around Bailey’s skin and leading him to step backwards and directly into Mason’s chest.
“Now you won’t try and run from me, will you boy?” Mason asked, his breath hot on Bailey’s pinned down ears.
“N-No. I, I won’t run, I promise, I-”
“Good. Good boy.” Mason purred, his hand not holding the leash traveling up to rest on the top of Bailey’s head before pushing him firmly down to the ground to sit on his haunches. “You’ll be a good dog for me, wontcha?”
#mason heiral#mason tpof#tpof mason#the price of flesh#Bailey Tag#the dialogue for the retail worker is extremely accurate#source: I work in pet retail and this is the way I talk to customers#funny enough I got the idea for this while I was at work LMAO#also i am still writing that thing for bailey and strad#its just taking longer than intiially planned#bones writes
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Today on "Tyler doesn't know how to sit in a chair"
Not pictured: Bailey jumping on me and smacking my head on that glass table
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