dogshaming:

World Cup Rosie

Someone’s a bit too eager to play soccer.

dogshaming:

World Cup Rosie

Someone’s a bit too eager to play soccer.

1,186 notes | 1 week ago | reblog

jackreeds:

classychassistrackstar:

jackreeds:

The question surprises him a bit.  He hadn’t really planned on getting anything since they weren’t going there in the first place.  ”Um… Probably the same thing I got last time,” he answers.  ”The afraid-of dish wasn’t that bad.”  It was a great dish.  He’d have to take her again at some point. 

She gives him a strange look as she walks beside him. “Alfredo?” Laughter is bitten back behind metal bars, sealed within her as if not to offend him. They make a turn at the end of the block, and toward the harbor. She was so content with their current situation. “It is pretty good.”

Her stomach drops when she sees the hospital. Oh, he wouldn’t do this to her. No, of course not. They were just walking past it. They always did. Fran was not going to let her paranoia get the best of her right now. She really didn’t need that on her mind.

"Isn’t that what I said?" He feels her tighten her as they approach the hospital.  He suddenly remembers that he didn’t have a clue on how he was going to get her inside.

Jack slows a bit when they neared the front, but otherwise kept walking.  He was going to have to be quick about it, and get her inside before she could really do anything about it.  He stops walking, and holds her hand.  ”Fran, I’m sorry.” And he attempts to grab her around her waist to drag her inside.

She feels him slow down and her heart begins to race. Oh no. No, no, no, she knew him better than this. He loved her more than this. She looks at him when he stops, eyes wide and pitiful. No, he was not doing this. “For what?” She asks, quietly. He answers her with his actions, and she struggles against him. She pulls away from him forcefully, but his grip is too tight. If it weren’t for the receptionist sitting at the desk in the lobby, she would have struggled more. 

But it wasn’t like her to cause a scene. She doesn’t want struggle against him anymore. Instead, she stands next to him with her head down. Oh, someone was going to be sleeping on the couch tonight. 

26 notes | 3 weeks ago | reblog
# It's good that he's starting dad jokes now
# because it won't be long until he is one
# heheheheh

jackreeds:

classychassistrackstar:

Fran is quick to catch up with him, wanting to walk beside him. She was actually pretty happy to be going out with him. It had been quite some time since he’d taken her out, almost four months. She hardly remembers that, considering she got nearly blackout drunk. The only thing she vaguely remembers is calming Jack down, and then screaming his name about twenty minutes later. Must have been a good night, then.

She is eager to walk beside him and smell the gentle harbor’s breeze. It was kind of windy today, actually. Still warm, just a little bit breezy. “What are you gonna get, you think?” Maybe they should stop at by brother’s house on the way there, see if they wanted to go. 

The question surprises him a bit.  He hadn’t really planned on getting anything since they weren’t going there in the first place.  ”Um… Probably the same thing I got last time,” he answers.  ”The afraid-of dish wasn’t that bad.”  It was a great dish.  He’d have to take her again at some point. 

She gives him a strange look as she walks beside him. “Alfredo?” Laughter is bitten back behind metal bars, sealed within her as if not to offend him. They make a turn at the end of the block, and toward the harbor. She was so content with their current situation. “It is pretty good.”

Her stomach drops when she sees the hospital. Oh, he wouldn’t do this to her. No, of course not. They were just walking past it. They always did. Fran was not going to let her paranoia get the best of her right now. She really didn’t need that on her mind.

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jackreeds:

classychassistrackstar:

jackreeds:

Jack gives a smile.  ”Yes.  That’s the place.”  He remembers it.  It was something he should have thought of in the first place, even though he was sure he wouldn’t remember the name.  ”I figured it’s been awhile and I want to treat you with something nice.”  And he hoped that she’d accept his apology of actually taking her there after everything was said and done.

He smiles until she disappears upstairs.  He was going to be in trouble once she realized that they weren’t going to the restaurant.  He grabs the milk, and puts it back into the fridge.  He stands there, and stares into it for a few seconds before he closes it.  It was going to be a war.

It wasn’t too long before she reappeared in the doorway, clad with refreshed makeup and purse. With mood swings, came the ups and downs, and he had just so happened to catch her on the way up.”Ready, baby?” She smiles, leaning against the door frame.  It had been awhile since they had gone out and done something nice, so this would feel good. “This’ll be nice.” Hopefully, she wouldn’t throw it right back up.

He has a small smile when she returns.  ”Yea,” he answers.  ”Just waiting for you.”  He opens the door, letting her leave first before heading out himself.  

He was unsure on how well she’d handle the fact that he tricked her.  Hopefully, Fran would only be mad at him for a few days.  

Fran is quick to catch up with him, wanting to walk beside him. She was actually pretty happy to be going out with him. It had been quite some time since he’d taken her out, almost four months. She hardly remembers that, considering she got nearly blackout drunk. The only thing she vaguely remembers is calming Jack down, and then screaming his name about twenty minutes later. Must have been a good night, then.

She is eager to walk beside him and smell the gentle harbor’s breeze. It was kind of windy today, actually. Still warm, just a little bit breezy. “What are you gonna get, you think?” Maybe they should stop at by brother’s house on the way there, see if they wanted to go. 

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kristinkemper:

my favorite animal is fat cats
[prints!]

kristinkemper:

my favorite animal is fat cats

[prints!]

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fitzroythecat:

I’m having one of those days.

fitzroythecat:

I’m having one of those days.

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# Let me spoon you
# please???
# just once
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pudgethecat:

PUDGE vs. STRING

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sirbainbridge:

What is the infernal contraption??

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fitzroythecat:

Oh yeahhhh. I’ve got a shoe box.

fitzroythecat:

Oh yeahhhh. I’ve got a shoe box.

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