Oct 1, 2024
The latest fashion for teen girls in 1953: dog collars on their bobby socks.
Photo: Roger Higgins for the NY World Telegram via LoC
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The latest fashion for teen girls in 1953: dog collars on their bobby socks.
Photo: Roger Higgins for the NY World Telegram via LoC
Cool dog collars I saw at a pet store today (I now rlly rlly want a collar)
And we're live! Here's what we have so far. If you're interested in ordering anything, message me! We have these 4 colours (black, red, blue, and pink) in the 3 styles shown (musher, martingale, and side release buckle). More colours will be on the way!!
Personalized collars by EricaPaw
people who sexualize dog collars in a non-sexual context literally piss me off so much. no, wearing a dog collar in public is not equivalent to performing a sex act. no, not everyone wearing dog collars are doing it for sexual reasons.
i am sixteen years old and i have a spiked dog collar. i have it because it looks cool and it makes me feel cool.
yes, dog collars can be sexual, but listen to me very carefully—it is not inappropriate to wear dog collars or other chokers in non-sexual contexts.
Happy Makers Monday!
To help celebrate this creative day, I have a new batch of round shield headbands, and dog collars now up in the shop.
Both can be customized to match house / heraldry colors.
A huge thank you to Sr. Buckus for joining me out on a recent adventure to Rattle Snake Ridge to test out both designs.
10/10 a good boy.
https://www.etsy.com/shop/ArcherInventive
Steve groans but manages to pull his bottom lip into his mouth to stop the sound. The air feels slightly too warm. The scent of hay, long forgotten urine, cleaner, and musky cedar fills the space. He almost says something about leaving but then he sees Robin’s face.
If it was anyone but Robin, he would probably insist on leaving despite her face. But it is Robin. And Robin is the very soul which hung the stars in the sky.
Her deep blue eyes are open to their fullest extent as she stares through the bars at some sort of parrot. It looks back at her with mild interest for a second before it hops from its perch to its food bowl. It digs through the contents of the bowl with its beak, picking up something and returns its eyes to Robin as it eats.
Steve looks over his shoulder. Eddie is following just a step behind. He looks nervous, unsure, but he gives Steve a tiny smile while his eyes dart around the pet store.
“Steve.” Robin says, dragging his attention away from Eddie.
Steve walks up to Robin, she grabs ahold of his forearm and pulls him closer to the bird cage. Robin has a death grip on his bicep, but Steve doesn’t mind, he leans into her as he bends at the waist to look at the bird the way he knows Robin is asking him to by the grip on his arm. They stare at the little bird inside. It looks between them, eating a sunflower seed. Its yellow and green feathers stand up a little as it registers all the attention it’s receiving.
“Isn’t it the prettiest little bird?” Robin asks, her voice soft.
“No.” Steve says.
Robin stands up straight, pulling Steve back up with her. Her brows knit together, “How can you even say that?”
Steve smiles, pushes the hair behind Robin’s ear, “You are the prettiest bird.”
Robin rolls her eyes, giggles. She pushes his shoulder slightly with her free hand, “You are disgusting.”
“Now come on. That was smooth. If you weren’t you, you would have fallen for that right?” Steve asks.
“I mean, it wasn’t your worst.” Robin sighs before muttering, “Dingus.”
Steve’s smile stretches the full length of his face, “I’m going to take that as a win.”
Robin shoots him a look as if to say: Don’t push it.
Steve lets out a chuckle before asking, “Hey, where did Eddie go?”
He scans the store but cannot find the wild mane of curls. Robin looks too before shrugging and turning back to the little bird.
“I’m going to go find him.” Steve says. “Will you wait here?”
Robin looks at him, her voice flat. “Steve, we are in a pet store. I cannot promise where I will be. All I know is you will have to drag me out of here when we have to leave.”
“Great.” Steve sighs, leaving Robin with the bird.
He makes his way through isles of dog food, toys, cages for small animals, and finally finds himself on the other side of the store. Steve notices the hair first. Brown, curls cascading in sharp layers down his back and onto the red and black flannel Eddie insisted on wearing even though the summer is still in full swing.
Steve walks up beside him, looking into the glass enclosure Eddie is staring at. Inside is a tiny creature. It is almost completely white except for its tail which looks like someone dipped it in ink. It looks at Steve for a second, black eyes so serious for such a tiny creature. Then it looks back at Eddie.
“She’s amazing.” Eddie finally says.
“What is she?” Steve asks looking at Eddie.
Eddie turns his deep, brown eyes to Steve. His eyes are captivating – like looking off the side of a cliff, the view absolutely stunning, but one wrong move will have you plummeting to your death. And like always, the air gets a little harder to breathe. Steve takes in a sharp breath, trying to ignore the way Eddie’s lips twitch at the sound. For Christ’s sake Harrington, you are in a fucking pet store.
The thought does nothing but conjure images of Eddie placing a spiked dog collar around Steve’s throat…
Steve shakes his head, feels the heat touch his ears. He gestures back to the white creature watching them through the glass. “So, what is she?”
Eddie says nothing about the blush which must be visible. He smirks, “She’s a ferret.”
“A ferret, huh?” Steve says looking back at the dark eyes watching them behind the glass.
“Yeah. I’ve always wanted one.”
Steve can tell he is trying to keep his tone normal but the longing seeps into the word always despite Eddie’s trying.
Steve looks at Eddie staring at the ferret, and he can feel his heart break in the if-Eddie-has-to-leave-this-ferret-behind-I-will-be devastated kind of way.
“Oh yeah?” Steve says trying to keep his tone level.
“Yeah. I just…well you know. Never could have a pet. Not because Wayne didn’t want me to have one, he offered so many times. I just knew we couldn’t afford it.” Eddie explains.
Steve’s heart aches more.
“What would you name her?” Steve asks instead of commenting on the tiny insight Eddie revealed.
Eddie looks back at Steve. He grips a curl and pulls it in front of his mouth, his eyes lighting up at the question. “Well. She looks right into you. Like she can see into your soul.”
Steve nods as he holds eye contact with the little creature, “That’s true.”
“So, I think Oracle would be a good fit.” Eddie says.
“Oracle.” Steve echoes. He nods again, “Yeah, that’s a good fit for her.”
Steve turns to Eddie and smiles. Eddie tilts his head, his face asking the question before his mouth can catch up. Steve gestures to the isles behind them, “Go pick out the supplies, we can’t leave here without the best for her.”
And the look on Eddie’s face is everything. His eyes sparkle and he rocks between his toes and heels, he shakes his head sending curls flying. He bites at the curl still wrapped around his finger, his voice only slightly garbled from the hair, “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Steve says as if the action kills him, but he knows the smile on his face betrays him.
“I could kiss you right now.” Eddie says leaning into Steve’s space.
Steve looks at Eddie’s lips, “Later Munson. Now go pick out the shit we need.”
Steve rejoins Robin and Eddie at the register. A pile of supplies sits in a cart while Oracle is cradled like she is the most precious child in Eddie’s arms. He is beaming at Steve when he walks up to the register. Robin is looking at the ferret, explaining all the ways the little creature is going to be loved.
“This everything?” Steve asks.
“Everything,” Eddie says, “and you are like completely sure about this?”
“Yeah, it will be nice to have a little friend at the house.” Steve smiles.
It is then that Eddie catches what Steve carried back to the register. His eyebrows raise in surprise but the smirk on his lips tells Steve he understands instantly.
Steve quickly looks away from Eddie and places the spiked dog collar on the counter for the clerk to ring up with the rest of the items. The clerk blows a bubble with her gum but says nothing to the completely strange addition to the ferret supplies. He only hopes Robin didn’t notice the addition.