your hand in mine
m-ooonn:

she sat in the water for like an hour, just staring at the water peacefully
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sistercrow:

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stormcloak:

Clifford the big red dog by *sandara

OH MY GOD

Can we have a Clifford live action movie?  Not a kids movie either. 
Like, Emily Elizabeth’s parents are working for a government agency developing a super soldier serum.  None of their testing is working and they start testing the serum on larger mammals in hopes of seeing better results.  They inject a variety of animals, including a dog.  Nothing.  They are desperate and on the verge of having their project shut down when they notice one of the test dogs is pregnant.  It gives birth and they bring one of the puppies home for their daughter.
To their shock, the puppy they brought home starts to grow at an incredible rate, its fur mutating into a brilliant red as it does so.  They are ecstatic because their research has finally seen a result, albeit one they weren’t expecting.  There is only one problem.
Clifford has become attached to Emily and refuses to leave her side.  Emily, too, has fallen in love with her new pet.  They decide to let their project be canceled rather than try to separate the two.  Unfortunately, the government discovers their secret and begins a campaign to retrieve Clifford at any costs.  During the initial conflict, Emily Elizabeth’s parents are killed trying to help her and Clifford escape.  Emily and her dog flee into the wild.  This sets the opening of the movie.
Over the course of the movie, Emily and Clifford are on the run and we see Emily grow into a young woman, everything about her honed into a survivalist expert.  She and Clifford roam the backwoods, constantly in fear of being captured.  On one of her rare trips into town one day, Emily witnesses a bank robbery in progress involving multiple hostages.  She calls Clifford and the two of them save the lives of the hostages but wreck the bank in the process.  The local news capture footage of Clifford and it isn’t long before the military arrives in town.
Emily wants to just run away again, but she sees that the military is destroying the town, driving people out of their homes and destroying property in their search.  She decides that enough is enough and rides Clifford back into town and fights the military.  Amidst the fighting a huge truck arrives.  A general (who was her parent’s superior officer) gets out and smirks.  He tells Emily Elizabeth that Clifford’s mother wasn’t the only animal that gave birth to a litter of babies after receiving an injection.  The back of the truck unfolds to reveal a massive tabby cat.  The cat strains against its bindings and tears free, immediately leaping onto a nearby group of soldiers and devouring them.  Emily is horrified and orders Clifford to attack.
What follows is the dramatic battle between Clifford and the mutant cat.  Clifford has strength, but the cat is too fast and agile.  It looks like Clifford is down for the count, when the townsfolk, recognizing that Clifford is on their side, come to his aid.  They distract the cat long enough for him to finish the beast off for good. 
The military retreats, the general swearing vengeance on the two of them, and Emily and Clifford ride off into the night once more.  But the legend of the big red dog has already started.  And Emily Elizabeth knows that the day will come when she and Clifford will need to ride into battle against the forces of evil once more.
The credits roll.
Post credits, the screen fades to black for a moment.  The sound of waves crashing on shore fills the air.  The screen flashes brilliant white.  The light of the lighthouse moves on, revealing a rocky shore on a rainy day.  The camera pans down to find Clifford and Emily gazing out to sea.  A massive object hangs in the air off the coast, obscured in the clouds.  A smaller object rapidly approaches them.  It resolves itself into an advanced helicopter that silently lands just down the shore from them.  Clifford lets out a low growl but Emily quiets him with a hand on his leg.  A lone figure emerges from the aircraft, huddling his arms around himself to fight off the cold.
He approaches the two.  His hair is short and somewhat curly.  He wears glasses and a grey flannel shirt and seems unlikely to pose a threat to the two.
“Emily Elizabeth,” he says over the sound of the crashing surf, “I worked with your parents.  It’s taken us a while to find you, after the Birdwell Island incident.”
“And who exactly is ‘us’,” she responds, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Ignoring her question, the man continues.  “Me and Clifford have a lot in common, actually.”  He smiles a little awkwardly, then presses on.  “I was hoping you might be interested in meeting my boss.  He’s fairly excited to talk with you.”
“You still haven’t answered my question.  Who are you and who do you work for?”
The man smiles.  “My name is Banner.  And I’m hear to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”

how long did you even spend writing this for that fucking twist ending because my friend you are one devoted fan

HOLY FUCK I JUST SPAZZED OUT AND EVEN DROOLED GIVE THIS TO ME NOW
b-undt:

p-etaluna:


The closer to the end the more satisfying it gets…

So much suspense

罪人 + 情人

Today is the first time in my entire life doing volunteer work, doing something meaningful that is even better than receiving your part-time job pay (i swear). It is probably my love and affection for dogs that make me feel this way from the bottom of my heart.

I have always wanted to have a dog since young, like any other kids, just so that I would have a friend to play with. But I have never thought about the other way around - that some dogs are not that fortunate to even have something to play with.

Those are the lives of abandoned and homeless dogs. They wander on streets, deserted lands, dangerous highways and nobody knows what they think about all the time they are out surviving on their own in harsh conditions. Nobody really cares about them and it really hurts my heart to come across articles of abandoned dogs getting run over by cars.

That is why I decided to sacrifice some of my time to spend time with the furries (ok that is what I am going to call them from now on hahaha) at the shelter. I learnt many things today, things like how to retrieve dogs from the kennel, how to handle them the proper way, and it was pretty fun.

New volunteers were assigned to handle a dog so as to familiarize the ways and I was assigned to Stout. Stout is now 8 years old. Before I came to the shelter for the first time today, I came to know about him through the shelter’s website, and he is the one that stood out to me. I even have thoughts of adopting him (but my house is too small for him). Don’t ask me why, because he is just that special (lol totally not saying that the other furries are not). So when I was assigned to him, I was elated.

Stout was really calm, but too calm. He was nonchalant. He did not show any sign of excitement or reluctance when I was helping him wear his collar or when I brought him out of his kennel. He was just chilled. It is probably because of his age. But I know that I would have to spend more time with him and shower him with love even more, after I remembered reading from the website that he was a lost dog for 7 years.

How the hell does one survive out in the open like that for 7 years?

I hope he is sleeping well right now. I miss him already. Cannot wait to see him again next week.

P.S: If you are considering to get a dog, ADOPT! They deserve a loving home and they are all waiting to be in one.


WHY IS MY BOOK AND SNAPBACK TAKING SO LONG WTF


the-chubby-nerd:

Story time:
While taking put the trash at work, I kicked this little bag of pennies. Obviously, since I’m poor, a grabbed them and threw them in my pocket before going on with the rest of my shift.
Close to the end of my shift, I remembered this bag of pennies, so I took it out and counted it out. 7 cents.
My coworker came up and started talking to me while I was doing this, so we chatted, the entire time, this tiny bag of pennies in my hand.
Meanwhile, one of my managers sees me and my coworker talking over this bag, immediately thinks that it’s drugs, yells, and grabs both of us and drags us to the back room.
So, we’re sitting there, me clutching this bag of pennies in my fist, while my manager gets my GM on the phone, yelling about how we were “trading drugs during our shift” and “endangering ourselves and other in the workplace.”
Within 10 minutes, my GM was there, papers in hand to terminate our employment, talking about how they should call the cops. I started crying, cause they wouldn’t let me get a word in edge-wise, my coworker was actually texting his dad the entire time, trying to get them to come fight for him.
It wasn’t until the GM asked what drug they were that they finally let me talk.
So, while I was sobbing, I opened my hand and dropped the bag in my manager’s hand.
And he bursts out laughing.
Within seconds I had explained everything, the pennies, the situation, everything.
I almost got fired and arrested over 7 pennies.