augustussinclairofficial
tainted-petals:

prikle:

umbraon:

prikle:

KILL ALL BRONIES

No see this isn’t the work bronies, this is the work of the Cloppers. You need to know the difference so innocent blood isn’t spilled during the slaughter. 

ALL BRONIES

It’s worse than it’s said here.  They specifically asked the bronies to leave the disabled kid/character alone.  So naturally, they attacked the character as ‘pandering’ and being ‘too PC’ and when asked to please NOT turn it into a porn character, they went out of their way to make as much porn as possible.

tainted-petals:

prikle:

umbraon:

prikle:

KILL ALL BRONIES

No see this isn’t the work bronies, this is the work of the Cloppers. You need to know the difference so innocent blood isn’t spilled during the slaughter. 

ALL BRONIES

It’s worse than it’s said here.  They specifically asked the bronies to leave the disabled kid/character alone.  So naturally, they attacked the character as ‘pandering’ and being ‘too PC’ and when asked to please NOT turn it into a porn character, they went out of their way to make as much porn as possible.

bromoyed

fuks:

best vine ever omg

techmosamson
corporalandrewwashington:

foxinu:

nsfwjynx:

the-pink-mist:

There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?” 
On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human. 

Therapy animals save lives.

These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury. 
Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!

My dad wouldn’t say anything for the longest time, he would seize up whenever he went under an overpass, sometimes when he hears Arabic he has to remind himself that he’s home, that nobodies going to hurt him. Whenever we go to our ranch on these dirt roads we catch him glancing to the side of the road like he’s looking for IEDs, mines, whatever some sick motherfucker could load with gunpowder and nails. A vehicle comes within a hundred feet of the car, he starts getting nervous. (That was as close to their Stryker one could get before the gunner opened fire, they had signs in like, six different languages saying so.) He’s always checking corners and rooftops. Once when we were on vacation in Mexico, in like, Progresso or something, there was adobe huts, fucking armed police everywhere, and he just tensed up with this hard look in his eyes and you just tell he was fucking BACK THERE, you know? We tried getting him to go ti therapy, everything, he won’t go. My father is 52 years old and I still hear him cry in his sleep sometimes. Things like these, whether they be service dogs or the like, are really really important.

corporalandrewwashington:

foxinu:

nsfwjynx:

the-pink-mist:

There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?” 

On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human. 

Therapy animals save lives.

These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury. 

Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!


My dad wouldn’t say anything for the longest time, he would seize up whenever he went under an overpass, sometimes when he hears Arabic he has to remind himself that he’s home, that nobodies going to hurt him. Whenever we go to our ranch on these dirt roads we catch him glancing to the side of the road like he’s looking for IEDs, mines, whatever some sick motherfucker could load with gunpowder and nails. A vehicle comes within a hundred feet of the car, he starts getting nervous. (That was as close to their Stryker one could get before the gunner opened fire, they had signs in like, six different languages saying so.) He’s always checking corners and rooftops. Once when we were on vacation in Mexico, in like, Progresso or something, there was adobe huts, fucking armed police everywhere, and he just tensed up with this hard look in his eyes and you just tell he was fucking BACK THERE, you know? We tried getting him to go ti therapy, everything, he won’t go. My father is 52 years old and I still hear him cry in his sleep sometimes. Things like these, whether they be service dogs or the like, are really really important.

upgraders
blazikendall:

My brother and I begged my mom to buy us one when were little bc they were horribly overpriced of course and she finally gave in..he got jolteon and I got mew and we spent hours trying to chew the toy out of the ball and it turns out that the little fuckers are actually tiny and the ball just magnifies them to look big and my mom walked in and saw the chewed up mess and spanked us

blazikendall:

My brother and I begged my mom to buy us one when were little bc they were horribly overpriced of course and she finally gave in..he got jolteon and I got mew and we spent hours trying to chew the toy out of the ball and it turns out that the little fuckers are actually tiny and the ball just magnifies them to look big and my mom walked in and saw the chewed up mess and spanked us