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Lil astronaut rainsuit
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Hello I need everyone to meet my newest housemate Opal
#everyone say hello Opal#shes a samoyed border collie cross and all shes done so far is be cute and sleep
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I keep forgetting to post about him, but as of the beginning of December, I have a new fuzzy son!!! His name is Ballard (Bal for short) and he has eaten 3 USB-C cables already. His legs are so long and gangly and he is the opposite of coordinated. He's barfed on everything I own. I'm obsessed with him.
#personal#if you can guess who he's named after you win some hypothetical grand prize#and you're exactly as big of a fuckin nerd as i am LMAO#dogs#dogs of tumblr#i love him so much#he's such a fuckin goober#i have NO IDEA what kind of dogs he is made of#he's a rescue#he's like what you get if you cross a border collie with Gumby and a moose
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I was gonna write fic but I don’t have the heart to make him move
#personal#I stg the best thing about moving home w my parents is the dogs#his name is Gunner btw#reni complains again#he is a lab/german shepherd/australian shepherd/border collie cross#and he is the sweetest boy ever#featuring the tip of Red’s cone bc the chaos puppy hurt herself AGAIN
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this is gonna be me and kingsley if he keeps telling me shitty puns
#we’re at the fluffmart produce aisle and he looks at me and holds up a melon and says#‘hey dizzy what do you get when you cross a sad border collie with a melon? you get melancholy!’ (melon collie)#and then i make out with him right then and there and everyone’s like ‘ew stop making out in public have some decency’#but neither of us give a shit#patches’ prattle 🧸#patches’ paintings 🖼️#s/i: dizzy#👑 kingsley 👑
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Tim Drake is a border collie
#and I have a border collie cross so you can’t change my mind#: too smart. recognizes patterns including several you wish they wouldn’t#:wants a job. If not given a job will go FIND one and whatever they find you probably won’t like
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Art repost! A third "faux-miibo" card appears. The handsome boy on this one is my dog, Monahan. I also included one of my favorite pictures of him. <3
Monahan would definitely be a jock villager because he loves to run and chase after toys.
Also, neither the dog or wolf villager body style really captured him, so I decided to draw him as a mash-up of both. (And I just had to include the one floppy-tipped ear.)
#animal crossing#animal crossing new horizons#acnh#fanart#acnh fanart#amiibo#amiibo card#animal crossing amiibo#animal crossing villager#procreate#artist on tumblr#digital art#art#drawing#dog#border collie#mini border collie#sheltie#mixed breed
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“I saw, and I swear
An old man with a dead locked stare
And he said to me "You're too old to be pretending"
But you don't know me, I ain't got no legacy
And he said to me, "It's not too late to pick up the pieces"
So I said that I smoke
And been known to drink my share
"You're young, and you're drunk"
He said with a stone-cold glare
But you don't know me, I ain't got no legacy
And he said to me, "It's not too late to pick up the pieces”
— Legacy - Matt Maeson
Nick Valentine and my Sole Survivor Sam having a moment in Diamond City.
She’s snarky, just absolutely done with everything and likes to pretend (to both everybody else and herself) she’s interested in looking out for nobody but herself - however I also like to imagine that Nick sees through her pretty quickly. She prefers to fight up close with her machete or knife but carries a revolver and shotgun for when the situation demands it. Her favourite knife is named Mr Stabby. She thinks Dogmeat is absolutely the Bestest Boy in the entire world, and will absolutely fight anyone who disagrees.
#my art#fan art#fallout 4#fo4#sole survivor#nick valentine#dogmeat#I used to have a german shep/border collie cross#dogmeat makes me so happy every time I see him#also why oh why wasn't nick a romance option :(
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She's a beach bum girlie
#Literally would not get out the sea#She loves beach so much bless her#border collie cross#border collie#bearded collie#mixed breed#gnocchi
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Ever since Tyrell put a makeshift fence up around the backyard, Arlo’s been swearing up and DOWN that he’s about to shit his pants and insisting we go out in the back in the dead of the night, every night, but as soon as we get there he finds his football and does this 😅 (We don’t normally go in the back at all at night bc it is very dark and I always hear whistling in the woods behind it. I’m sure it’s some sort of night bird but it still freaks me out lol. At night we always go in front or for a walk around the neighborhood. Which is much less scary with my man-eating scary dog privilege 😌. Not sure he’s a match for haunted woodland creatures. Anyway he’s very cute so I have been being brave for him. The fence helps even though it’s just chicken wire and hot pink rebar and TWINE lol.)
#it is not a secure fence#it is not even closed at the two ends#but Arlo really just needs a visual boundary#our yard at home was fenced EXCEPT for at the end of the alley that went through the middle#which opened up to a very dangerous city street that humans pretty regularly die trying to cross#so he’s used to there being openings he knows aren’t safe for him to go through by himself#just gotta show him where they are and tell him#which is amazingly easy I appreciate him so much#if I took Juni around and showed her where all the fence’s escape spots are I think it would turn out very different 😂#I love my angel dog who’s only crimes are wanting to devour men whole and not being open to k9 friendships#Arlo#dogblr#border collie#Australian shepherd
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Look, famous Merle Apologist here, but I have to say that dog people as a whole just can't be Normal about the gene. Some people LOVE it but refuse to see the issues it can present and some people HATE it to the point where they see ANY merle dog and assume its a mutt even if merle is in the breed.
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I think cross country agility would be a cool sport. Like, part obstacle course part endurance race. Prioritize that long distance stamina.
#cross country is my fave horse sport#There's a lot of problems with doing it with dogs though#But it would be cool#I feel like Border Collies would be trash at it#But like scenthounds and sled breeds and gundogs could excel
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Cute border collies I made for a friend to match her pooches 😍
Gryffindog is the yellow and Ravenpaw is the brown. Harry Potter inspired names 💕
#cross-stitch#cross stitch#border collie#dogs#earring#handmade#harry potter#cross-stitch earrings#hp#Hufflepuff#saadie's craft 🌻
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Agi-Cross Training with Rio the Border Collie
Rio the border collie is training hard in this video showing him at an agi-cross camp. https://is.gd/91NjjI https://www.bordercolliefanclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/Agi-Cross-Rio.jpg
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Behold! Behold! Behold!
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S1 Soulmate Au prompt inspired by @subbaculture 's prompt wherein "Eddie learns Tengwar just to be special and so Steve's been kicking around with "What's Kickin', Sexy?" on his body
What Tommy Hagan hadn’t been blessed with in terms of intelligence. God - in his allegedly infinite wisdom - had seen fit to redistribute into shoulder width.
Tommy, in turn, swanned around Hawkin’s High shoulder-checking every freak, geek and nerd into nearby lockers; with the kind of wingspan better suited to weirdly proportioned monkeys.
Hellfire members were no stranger to it. Two weeks ago Hagan had run into Gareth hard enough to leave a bruise. A “bump” with enough force behind it that he’d bounced off the lockers and landed on the floor.
Which, fine, two could play at that game. Even if Hagan could barely get his hand off Carol’s tits to realize there were counter-moves to be made at all.
A grade A dick move, even if it was also incredibly boring and pedestrian. The kind of thing jocks who barely had two braincells to rub together saw as peak comedy. Giggling like a cross between a group of cavemen and a flock of pre-school girls whenever their ring-leader du jour started herding freaks like a neurotic border collie.
“Watch it, freak.” Hagan hissed, skirting around Eddie without bothering to shove him at all. Giving a wide berth to whatever zone of contagious freak cooties being Eddie Munson brought to the table.
Behind him, Gareth - blocked from the rest of the hall by Eddie’s leather jacket, in a way only freshies were short enough to pull off - buried a laugh in a cough, muffled into the heel of his hand. Not missing the way that even Hagan - the most infamous asshole of them all - looked ready to bolt as soon as Eddie waved him off in a jaunty salute.
Victory tasted sweet and electric. Fizzing under his skin the way Wayne’s Miller Lites would bubble in the back of his throat, whenever Eddie stole a sip from the half open cans in the back of their fridge. It made him stupid in a way those brief tastes of beer hadn’t managed to yet.
Being The Freak came with perks. An untouchable radius that left Eddie drunk with power. Riding the high of knowing that maybe Highschool didn’t have to suck all the time. That he could play at being a rabid guard dog for the lost little sheep of the world, rail against dickheads like Hagan and win.
Maybe he could use it to plead temporary insanity for what he did next. Riding the high into a really, spectacularly stupid idea.
Everyone had their words.
Eddie’s were tucked away, hidden along the curve of his rib. A curly chicken scratch that mixed print and cursive into a barely legible mess.
‘Is that like, yiddish?’
A weird-ass question, until Eddie had pulled an all nighter on a now infamous school night, falling in love with Middle earth. Head filled with nothing but the dark halls of Khazad-dûm, the sweeping boughs of Lothlórien.
Speak friend and enter.
Pedo mellon a minno.
He’d traced the words over and over. Thrilled by the lilt, the cadence, the beautiful rise and fall of consonants no one else would understand.
Setting his heart there and then on the dorkiest greeting anyone could have come up with. But hey, it was original, which was half the battle people went through when picking soulmate greetings.
He’d gone through several variations. Always in Sindarin, because why the hell not.
People usually saved them, tucked them far away from casual conversation. Bizarre phrases, always non-sequitour, brought out only for special occasions. That lightning strike of instant attraction. People you could see yourself connecting with. Hoping they would be a part of you as much as you were theirs.
He couldn’t see himself connecting with Tommy Hagan in a million years. Not even if they waited in that hallway until the heat death of the universe.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t terrorize him with the possibility.
“What’s Kickin’ Sexy?”
He yelled after Hagan’s retreating back, with its fuck-off wide shoulders; elvish mangled, but passable. Enjoying the rictus of horror on his face, going from anger to fear and back again.
He shifted on his heel, pushing Gareth further behind him in case things got ugly. Herding him back towards Jeff with little bumps, as both of them tried to muscle down their cackling. Nerdy enough to piece together the gist of what Eddie had been hollering about. Even if Jeff was better at Quenya, because he was a weirdo and a purist about that kind of shit.
All in all, a job well done, assuming Hagan didn’t flip his shit and start throwing punches to assert dominance.
Or at least, it felt like it, until Harrington - trailing behind Hagan - sucked all the air out of the room. Hands on his hips, a furrow on his brow, blurting it out without even thinking about it.
“Is that like, Yiddish?”
You could have heard a pin drop.
Panic clamped around Eddie’s throat like a vice. The same way Gareth’s hand, tiny and tense - he had yet to hit his growth spurt - wrapped around the edge of Eddie’s leather jacket. Pushing past the waistband of his jeans to claw at skin.
The side that mattered, one they both knew had those words that wrapped around Eddie’s chest. Curving towards the sternum.
Whatever face he was making gave it away instantly.
Harrington’s face shuttered and fell. A whole host of micro expressions that passed through in a second before he scrubbed them away. A pair of shaking hands that rubbed at his eyes and dragged down his face. Peeking at Eddie through a gap in his fingers.
“Jesus Christ it’s you; isn’t it?”
Behind Eddie, Gareth tugged him half a step back, nails digging into his hip. Little half-moon crescents he barely felt now, but would find later.
“Steve?” The waver in Hagan’s voice would have been funny if it wasn’t nauseating.
Terrifying, when Steve waved him off and stepped towards Eddie. Jerky and halting, like a puppet with half it’s strings cut.
“I can’t fucking believe this Munson. You gotta tell me if it is.” Steve bit out, with a wobble that sounded too trembling and confused to be anger. Even if it would come later.
It was probably coming later.
Anger always got there in the end, with boys like Harrington. Sharp comebacks and sharper right hook always winning out, spurred on by that bone-deep, animal fear of losing your place in the social food chain.
King Steve didn’t seem worried it yet though. Adding to the bizarre hilarity of the situation as he undid his belt and untucked his shirt to the concerned shouts of everyone left in the hall, witnesses to this trainwreck.
If Eddie hadn’t been convinced he’d died and gone to purgatory a minute earlier. He would have been convinced there and then.
As Steve Harrington turned around, bunched his striped polo up high and his khaki’s down low. Stripping down to show the athletic curve of a hip. The dip of a waist that looked small next to his swimmer’s shoulders - almost wide enough to rival Hagan’s - a scattering of moles that dusted across his lower back, framing his mark.
There, on King Steve’s back, bracketed by dimples, low enough to count as a truly slutty tramp stamp sat Eddie’s words. The swooping curves of Tengwar branded into his skin.
“What’s kickin’, Sexy?”
#just a silly little s1 au bc i could not get the stupid baby versions of them having to deal with this out of my head lmao#txt.wav#steddie#i havent written anything in a million years hallelujah#maybe i can start again now that i broke the ice :000
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