#As in like. Dog chips. Trackers.

[heather-chandlers-weirder-cousin]

We are at the point where I am seriously questioning whether it would be too much of a kick the dog moment for Cory to have chipped Maggie and Harper

[save-the-villainous-cat]

With all the strength they had left, the hero crawled into the villain’s apartment through the window. After surviving the superhero, this should have been easy but it turned out to be exhausting.

The hero had landed in the bathroom and without wasting another second, they pulled themselves up and searched through the cabinets. Unfortunately, their bloody hands left enough evidence of them breaking in already. They supposed they’d have to face the villain sooner or later, even if that meant the villain was going to throw them out again.

For now, they found something close enough to practical — a razor — and opened the first aid kit the villain usually stored under the cabinet. Before they could take out the blades, the villain opened the door.

“You’re not as quiet as you think.” The hero looked at them and smiled softly. Teeth stained with blood, heavy limbs.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” they said. With no hesitation, the villain helped them up and took the razorblades out of their hands.

“What happened to that pretty face?” they asked. With one hand on the hero’s hip, they reached for a clean towel and turned on the sink. They let the soft fabric drench in warm water and gently cleaned up the hero’s face.

It all happened so fast. The villain didn’t seem to mind that the hero was here in the middle of the night.

And they were close. So close.

Whereas the villain was focused on the hero’s face and getting rid of all that blood, the hero stared into their eyes. Maybe it was this cruel change: brutal violence coming from someone they had adored to gentle tenderness from someone they had loathed.

The villain looked down at them. Their thumb traced the hero’s jawline and the hero looked away, almost ashamed.

“You look like shit,” the villain whispered. “And you woke me up.”

“I’m sorry,” the hero said. They looked at the villain’s clothes — their underwear and a shirt. The hero blushed a little. They took the villain’s hand and reached for the razorblades. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

The hero let go of them with a gaze that lingered a little too long.

“They chipped me,” the hero explained. They cleaned the blade with some rubbing alcohol and took in a deep breath. “Chipped me like a fucking dog.”

They cut into their own forearm, watching as the blood ran down their skin. It burnt even more than the open wounds on the hero’s back. They supposed they just had gotten used to that sort of pain, even if that was impossible.

With the blade, they dug through skin and muscle, clenching their teeth until they found the little tracker. They cursed when they pushed their fingers into the wound to fish it out.

Once they had the bloody device in their hand, they let it fall to the ground and crushed it under their boot.

“I knew trackers are useless at your place. You’ve slipped through my fingers quite a few times that way.”

The villain didn’t say anything. They just stared at the hero who cleaned their arm.

It wasn’t exactly easy to crawl to their nemesis and beg for shelter. The hero was too proud to do that anyway and they had planned to leave after cutting out the microchip.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you,” the hero said.

“You didn’t bother me.” The villain took a step forward and took the hero’s hands. “Are you alright?”

The hero frowned.

“Of course I am. I’m fine. I’m doing great.”

“You’re sure about that?” The villain let their fingers intertwine and suddenly, the hero felt very tired very quickly. “You’ve been so busy these last few days. I barely got to see you. They sent over some other lame heroes.”

The hero chuckled tiredly.

“I mean, why would they think I am satisfied with all the other rabble?” One of their hands glided down the hero’s forearm where they put pressure on the wound. “You always wanted to be a hero. When did that change?”

“I don’t know,” the hero said but the desperation and the hopelessness were already settling in. It didn’t even buy them time to lie to the villain. One way or another they found out anyway and most of the time, they asked the hero questions they already had the answers to.

The hero couldn’t really take it anymore. The pain was too much, their mind was breaking more and more.

“Oh, so many tears on such a pretty face,” the villain said. They pulled the hero closer and wiped their tears away with the back of their hand. “Don’t you know it’s not your fault?”

“They turned against me,” the hero said. Their voice trembled. “All of them. They chipped me, they put a bounty on my head. They’re trying to kill me because I don’t agree with…with all this shit.”

The villain cupped their face. “With what?”

“With all this stupid collateral damage and these dumb advertisements. Most of the time I feel like a mascot, I’m barely saving any people.”

“Oh, darling.” The villain tilted their head. Their presence was comforting in a way the hero hadn’t had experienced before. Whatever they’d done to each other in the past, the hero didn’t care. They were familiar, they were warm. The hero wasn’t going to let anyone take this moment away from them. “And who exactly beat you up like this? Your boss, I assume?”

“…yeah.” They could play pretend. They could pretend the villain was closer, that they were more than acquaintances. Even if it wasn’t real, even if the villain was using them, the hero needed some affection right now. They’d gladly give the heartbreak to their future self.

“My poor hero,” the villain said softly. “Would you let me stitch you up?”

The hero nodded.

“I’ll protect you,” the villain promised. They pulled them close to hug the hero. The hero didn’t understand why they were so gentle, so kind. Most of the time, they insulted each other like children. But the hero needed this. They really did. “They will pay for this.”

[m3hgumi]

— when you have period cramps

a/n: me at any minor inconvenience: omg more content 😍😍 cramps are hurting so bad and i was thinking about them … ooo the voices THE FUCKING VOICES

i’ll also be splitting the hcs into two parts with other characters so it’s easier to post

pairings: itadori yuji x f!reader, fushiguro megumi x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader

genres: fluff, hurt/comfort

word count: 853

itadori yuji

baby was so scared and terrified and confused at first

he’s never had to deal with something like this before, having no female family members or relatives

so to say the least he was stumped

you tried to brush it off saying you were okay and the pain would pass until another wave of sharp stabbing pain hit your side

that’s when you told him to get the pain killers cause this was gonna be a Very Long Week

once you explained to him the horrors of being a woman with a functioning uterus, he didn’t hesitate to grab (steal) a heating pad from nobara’s room (which almost led to disaster, thankfully you had stepped in and no damage was done)

he hates seeing you in pain and tries so hard to make sure you’re comfortable

he’ll have you laying your head in his lap, sprawling the rest of you body on the sofa or bed of your dorm, and ruffle your hair as the two of you watch your favorite show or movie

when you’re napping, he’ll try to cook you something to keep your energy up and endure the pain

i bet he tries to look up recipes for meals that help with period cramps

and tries to cook them for you 🥹

even if he’s not the greatest cook, you appreciate those meals better than any craving you’ve had for the rest of the week

megumi fushiguro

he’s gone through this many times with tsumiki before so he knows exactly what to do

prepare a heating pad, stock up on pain meds, get her usual cravings and everything would be fine

though her cramps weren’t as painful (or so he thought, she just hid how painful they were from him) as he found yours to be, so he had to do a little bit more to help you alleviate the pain

including routine cuddles, plenty of kisses, many many blankets, and the occasional peace and quiet for your naps

he has your period tracker synced to his phone so he knows in advance when to stock up on any supplies you’ll need to get through the hellish time of shark week

he’d cancel any plans he may have had with nobara and yuji to stay with you (mad respect 🙏)

he’ll also summon his demon dogs for emotional support, even if it’s not allowed in the dorms (he’s such a real one 😭☝️)

he also has his phone notifications off so all of his attention is focused on getting you through this hellish week (ok but mans needs to catch a break too)

he’ll let you play with his hair as a distraction from the pain

if you ask for cuddles his face will get super red but he’ll oblige after

eventually he’d stop you from consuming all of chocolate and chips that is your cravings and get you to eat an actual meal

he won’t mind if you start complaining or yelling at him about something insignificant (like the temperature in the room being too low) because he knows it’s just the pain talking

instead he’ll pull you even further to his touch, soothing you and hopefully getting your mind farther away from your uterus twisting itself

gojo satoru

for ONCE his sweets stash under his bed is finally useful for someone other than him 🔥

i can imagine teen gojo first seeing you in pain and laughing (geto probably smacked him real good after that)

“wowww women have it SOOO hard 🙄” “OF COURSE YOU WOULDNT KNOW YOU ASSH-“

he has everything stocked up and ready for that time of the month: from pads to heating pads to pain meds (lots of them) and most importantly SO MANY SWEETS

he definitely uses this time of the month as an excuse to go out and buy an exorbitant amount of candy that will most definitely leave the two of you with diabetes

he’ll also bail out on any meetings or missions (except the ones with his students, he can’t leave them) so he could stay with you

if for any reason he can’t be physically be there, he’ll be on speed dial or he’ll get nanami or shoko to keep you company

you tell him not to worry and don’t bother staying since the pain will pass on its own and isn’t really anything to worry about, but he insists anyways

when he’s not busy he’s either cuddling you or having you wrapped around his arms, passing the time by watching his shitty collection of movies or any of your favorite shows

he’s definitely gonna feed you the giant chocolate cake he bought from the bakery down the street (and feed himself some ofc)

since gojo is just a giant pillow anyways, falling asleep on him isn’t much of a problem, even if your insides are attacking you with the worst pain ever

i’ve mentioned this in hcs before but he ABSOLUTELY has a whole album of pics where you’re sleeping on his shoulder or lap, cuddles are not excluded

(ok this is getting too long i should stop)

[agentmarvel]

center image by @/ave661

PART IV

hitman!ghost x fat!reader (afab, fem) w/ arranged marriage

mdni - 18+; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

rating: explicit

word count: 3,106

cw: genre-typical violence, non-descript injury

♡

Or perhaps you won’t.

You’re seething, teeth clenched and hands flailing as you express your resolute displeasure.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter, Simon! I’m old enough to shop alone!”

The tone of your voice borders on shrill, pitch rising with your temper. Fury rolls off of you in waves, incensed by the notion that you’d need one of his men following you around. Simon pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and middle finger, taking a measured breath as he contemplates what information you need to placate you. Perhaps he should’ve laid out the simpler rules first…

“Not a babysitter,” he grumbles, scrubbing that same hand across his jaw. “They’ll only be there to keep you safe.”

“From what? A fucking can of soup, Simon? New shoes? Rogue cart in a parking lot? Or, god forbid, a cashier that might ask how my day is going?”

“That’s not it - “

“Then what is it? Am I some sort of prisoner now? Scared I’m going catch a flight home and you’ll have to settle your debts like a grown man? Or is it just improper to have a lady in public without supervision? What fucking century are you living in?” You’re venomous in mocking him, fangs dripping with no intent of mercy, coiled up and ready to strike as soon as you find a soft spot. He’d like to say he understands, but you really have no reason to bite the hand that feeds. You don’t appreciate the gravity of the situation.

Simon utters your name softly, trying to pull you from your diatribe long enough to listen to reason. You’re not having it.

“I’m a person, Simon. I’m not your fucking property. I don’t need to be stalked by some half-wit thug with a God complex just because you are insecure. Believe it or not, I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself. You can’t - “

“Just listen - “

“What’s next? Lo-jacking my phone? Hiding a tracker in my purse lining? Chipping me like a fucking dog?”

“Enough!” he snarls, curt and cold. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears, pounding like a drum. His fingers curl into his palms, fists clenching. Your eyes go wide at his thunderous bark, but your face doesn’t betray your surprise otherwise. “My job is… dangerous sometimes, alright? Enemies come easy, and a lot of ‘em. Rules are in place to keep you safe, and you will follow them. Don’t like it? I don’t fuckin’ care. This ain’t a game, love. Your life is not a fuckin’ game.”

“What do you mean, ‘dangerous’?”

He stays quiet.

“Simon, tell me.”

He doesn’t respond.

“Simon?” You’re almost pleading at this point, anger all but draining. In fact, there’s an edge of fear when you say his name. He hates the sound.

Your beautiful doe eyes stare at him expectantly, and he folds like a lawn chair. Stubborn little thing, prodding like a needle until you get what you’re after. He’ll never confess how weak he is for that darling gaze.

Simon sighs, shoulders sagging from their tense, defensive position.

“I’m a black market contractor.” It’s a half-truth, a muted admission, but it’s better than handing you a live wire and throwing you in the deep end. You’ve had enough shocks in recent weeks; if he can save you from one more, he will.

“That’s how you know my father,” you say after a beat of silence. He nods.

“More or less.”

“Okay.” It’s followed by a heavy exhale that puffs out your lips and round cheeks. As inappropriate as the thought is in the moment, Simon can’t help but find it winsome. “Can you just, uhm, can you tell me the rest of the rules now, please?”

“‘course.”

He takes his time explaining as he guides you through your new home; the importance of setting the perimeter alarm while he’s away, the necessity of privatizing your social media accounts, a solid boundary of not having guests in the house without him vetting them first. You listen raptly, doll eyes staring up at him. Whether they’re full of engrossment or dread, he isn’t quite sure, but he enjoys your attention all the same.

You don’t ask many questions. Through the hallways, you generally acquiesce to his requests without resistance and ignore the closed doors. But one door seems to grab your attention at the end of the corridor, and when you ask about it, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

Simon pays attention, you see. Your socials gave away far too many of your interests and hobbies (don’t read into that - he only spent days digging back nearly a decade). He spent nearly a month cautiously cultivating the contents beyond the multitudes that were already in his possession, and he knows that room will be your favorite.

“That’s the library,” he comments casually, feigning no knowledge of the depth of your enthusiasm. Your face lights up, though you try to bury the delight behind your collected façade.

“Am I allowed in there?”

“Of course.”

You pause a moment before asking, “Are there any rooms I’m not allowed in?”

He shakes his head. There’s no need to disclose the armory to you, really; you’ll never need to use it. His gallery of weaponry and wares hides behind a covert veneer, a door that doesn’t appear as a door, something you’d never think twice of in cursory glances. And that door is behind a door that remains locked at all times inside Simon’s office. The thought does occur that it may behoove him to teach you how to defend yourself, but what are the odds anyone would ever get close enough? Near zero.

“Only thing I ask is that you knock ‘fore you come in the study. Prefer to keep my work separate from my personal life. Rest of the house is fair game; it’s yours now, too.”

Like a broken record, he keeps slipping that in wherever possible. Repetition breeds remembrance, and he’d hate for you to forget that you’re a Riley now…

♡

The staff gathers in the foyer shortly before breakfast.

Simon regards them all fondly. Each is a well-oiled cog in a seamless machine; some pieces newer than others, but all perfectly functional. He hates to reduce them from sum to parts, but they’re all instrumental in his operations. He couldn’t do what he does without them, especially not now that he’s married. You’ll learn their functions, fragments, and faces. You’ll come to love and trust them as deeply as he does.

Your soft footfalls pad down the stairs right on time. The hitch in your breathing indicates a yawn, and he can hear a nearly imperceptible swish of fabric as you cover your mouth to hide it. Step-by-step, he tracks your progress until you reach what should be the last stair. You stop. He glances over his shoulder and offers a muted smile, taking in the only mildly disheveled sight of you first thing in the morning - wet hair, sweatpants, and a faded t-shirt. You’re stunning… and a bit surprised by the number of people in your house.

“C’mere,” he says softly. It’s as much a command as a suggestion, but you’re likely to be a bit more receptive if he isn’t too pushy, right? See, he’s learning, bit-by-bit, how to communicate with you to his advantage. Manipulation tactics aren’t ideal, but if it gets you on his side sooner, so be it.

Finicky thing, aren’t you? Emotional. Reactive. You respond to him like a feral creature backed into a corner, all claws and quarrel. Lashing out, he understands. He’s seen that deer-in-the-headlights look a million times over - though usually, it’s right before he unloads a clip in some sleazy nobody’s head or right after he makes a near impossible shot on a corrupt high-powered target. It’s something entirely different to see that look on his wife. Something that sets his teeth on edge.

So, he’ll adapt. Even if that means one-sided psychological warfare until you’re willing to meet him in the middle.

“Good morning,” you greet, enthusiasm absent but polite nonetheless, as you approach his side. To the dismay of the gnawing ache in his bones to pull you close, you stay just out of arm's reach, folding yours across your chest.

His host of guests responds in kind, scattered smatterings of verbal responses and mere nods mixed together.

“Our staff,” Simon announces. “I’m sure you recognize them from the wedding, but that’s Johnny and Kyle.”

He points to each in kind, Johnny giving you a charming grin and Kyle tipping the brim of his ballcap.

“My babysitters, right?” you ask blankly with an edge of snark. Johnny snickers, but tries to mask his amusement as soon as Simon hits him with a sharp, warning glare.

He ignores your comment, though.

“Farah and Alex are in charge of housekeeping; they bring in a team twice weekly for thorough cleans. If you’d like them to not touch your room, please let them know. They’re good about that.” What he doesn’t say is that Farah is also his head of private security, ensuring all safety protocols are in place, and Alex is in charge of the armory. He keeps an accurate inventory of what comes in and out, makes sure everything is organized and in working order, spends the bulk of his time methodically cleaning the instruments Simon takes on each assignment until no trace is left.

“Roach runs the kitchen - ” Double duty - chef and personal trainer. Sanderson oversees Johnny and Kyle’s nutrition, workout regimen, and training drills to keep them in peak shape to keep up with their boss.

“- Nikolai is my driver - “ Primarily a pilot, really, but he’s a man of many talents. He’s saved Simon’s hide more than once in a pinch, trained as a medic with the Russian Army, and is, by all accounts, an absolute fucking Savant when it comes to mechanics. He’s a force to be reckoned, akin to a hurricane when prompted. 

“- Yuri handles landscaping - ” And assists Farah with external security. He does routine perimeter checks and looks for flaws in the system. When he’s not lurking about outside, he’s assisting Nikolai with transportation repairs or in the armory with Alex. Jack of all trades, in a sense; always willing to lend a hand. He’s even volunteered to act as your personal chauffeur when Nikolai is away. How chivalrous.

“- and I’ve picked you up a new mobile for emergencies.” He holds out a new phone for you, knowing the old one was conveniently left inside his jet and was subsequently smashed beyond recognition. This one is identical in model to your previous in all ways but one - an invisible tracking app pre-installed by Kyle. You’ll find absolutely no indication of tampering, and he’ll be able to keep tabs on you from a distance.

You’re hesitant, but take it from his grasp.

“We’re still looking for your old one. Finish setting it up after brekkie, yeah?”

He’s met with silence and a wary glance. It’s almost like you know he’s lying - which he is, but only mostly. They’re still sweeping the floors for fragments of your screen.

“Right, off you fuck, the lot of ya,” Simon announces with a lopsided grin. “Breakfast is on the table - thanks, Roach - and we’ll join you in a sec.”

“Not sure how I feel about a guy called ‘Roach’ being in charge of the kitchen,” you reply automatically, clapping a horrified hand over your mouth as soon as you realize what you’ve said. Roach laughs, full and hearty, at that. You can only offer a bashful smile and an apologetic shrug, the embarrassment evident on your face.

“Nothing to worry about, ma’am. I wash my hands, promise.” You giggle at that. “And, if it helps, you can just call me Gary instead.”

You agree, testing the taste of his name with gratitude. Simon would love to hear you say his name with something other than contempt right now. He understands how complex this all is, but he’s your husband, for fuck’s sake. Doesn’t that buy him any wiggle room?

No. No, it doesn’t.

He has to remind himself that while he knows everything about you (that he could find online, that is), you don’t really know him. You don’t know the lengths to which he’d go for you, that he now lives for the happiness of the pretty little specter that haunts his dreams. Don’t worry, he’ll fix that soon.

♡

Blood drips into the water, cardinal beads leaching color as they slip into hazy translucency. Simon watches the streaks circle the drain as the faucet runs on low.

It was a local job, quick and dirty. Solicitor with a nasty penchant for underage girls and enough money to weasel his way out of the legal ramifications. Surveillance indicated his wife was out of town, but Simon didn’t bank on the other woman. The one that stabbed him.

She snuck up on him, striking right after he pulled the trigger. The tip of her blade sliced a neat strip across the side of his neck. Not deep enough to need stitches, but deep enough to piss him off. Her gray matter is splattered all over a nice painting in the solicitor’s flat.

However, a faint sense of guilt gnaws at his nerves. There are no qualms about his actions, no concerns about the successes of his work, but in doing so, he’s lied to you once more. The excuse of a late night meeting shaded the edges just enough to discolor the true intent. That’s what places the unscratchable itch in the back of his mind. 

Coming home, freckled in red, river of rivulets pooling in the curve of his clavicle and dripping down his chest, he doesn’t want you to see that. All the care and caution that has gone into shielding you this one bitter truth would be all for naught if you caught him. Hell, Johnny had to find a way to sneak him back into the house just for Simon to clean up.

It’s late, though; you’re probably already asleep anyway, right?

He turns the faucet off, shaking the loose droplets from his hands before snatching the pair of butterfly bandages from the counter. Each layer peeled away feels like another stripped from Simon himself. Symbolic, almost, the way it mimics your being burrowing deeper into him. Beneath the skin, the fat, the fascia, the muscle; weaving through the fibrous tissue and veins until you’re settled in the deepest part of him. He closes the superficial wound with unflinching hands, but you… It’s far too late to keep you from getting inside.

Tossing his blood and sweat-laden clothing aside, he’s halfway into pulling on a fresh pair of sweats when he hears a tentative knock at his bedroom door. He grumbles something bordering on foul, an unheard warning that there better be a damn good reason for Johnny bugging him right now, but he’s colored a lively shade of surprised when he finds his wife awaiting instead.

“What are you doing up, lovie?” he asks softly, trying to decipher the timid look on your face. You look tired, but there’s a wild awareness in your eyes. They dart across his form, lingering briefly on the bandages before combing the bare planes of his broad chest. He swears he can feel the heat coming off your pretty face when you realize you’ve been caught staring, but no mind is paid as he awaits an answer.

After a beat, you speak - low and soft, hesitant, like you’re trying to tiptoe out loud.

“Can we talk?”

Simon nods, stepping back from the door frame to gesture you inside. The steps you take are calculated; you’re mindful of each separate footfall on the carpet. Trepidatious like a rabbit, ready to bolt at the first sign of a threat, but you won’t find one here. Not with him.

His focus narrows in on you, following so succinctly behind that he can feel the shift of your hips in his palms. A phantom of your perfume trails at your back, beckoning him along. Silly, but he swears he can feel the threads of your sweatshirt between his fingers. He blinks, attention shifting to the tear in the collar and the stain on the sleeve. He actually does know that material well; it used to be his, after all.

“S’that my shirt?”

The stretched sleeve cuffs are long enough to hide your hands, the hands that are wringing together.

“It was in my laundry,” you murmur. “I’m sorry, I can wash it again and - “

“No. It looks good on you, dove. Keep it.” 

He makes a mental note to slip Alex a little extra for taking the initiative. Seeing you in something of his does something to him. Something vulgar and very ungentlemanly, something that tests his restraint, something not at all appropriate for this conversation. He’s subtle in the way he palms then adjusts himself.

Respect, Simon. Show her respect.

“What’s on your mind?”

You sigh, fingers fidgeting.

“I, uh, wanted to apologize. Again. I haven’t really been fair to you. This last month or so has been a lot to cope with, and I’ve just… God, Simon, I’ve been so angry. I don’t know how to deal with it, and it keeps boiling over. It’s never been my intention to take it out on you, and I feel awful that you’re really taking the brunt of it. You don’t deserve that. You’re just as much a victim in this as I am, and - “

“You don’t get it, do you?” His interruption is a bit harsh, he knows, but how many times does he have to say it? “I’m not a victim, love. I chose this. I chose you.”

He doesn’t want to lie to you anymore - can’t, won’t continue to hide things from you. You’ll never be able to truly want him the way he wants you if you don’t wholly know him. This way, you’ll have time to process. You’ll have all the time you need to come to terms with whatever you need to make peace with. It’s better this way, easier. You’d have found out eventually, right?

So, laying his cards on the table, he tells you everything. No stone left unturned, no facet unfaced. He watches your pretty face pale and twist in abject horror as he publishes each element in a bold font. By the time he’s done, no secrets remain. 

Tears run down your cheeks as you try to catch your breath. The second he reaches out to comfort you, you’re gone.

part v - coming soon!

[thatgirlie-diaries]

Week 2 - #100DayReinvention Progress log ୨୧

Original challenge by @dreamdolldiary

Hello girlies! Welcome to the second log of this challenge. I liked this week alot since It has been the week that I have felt most productive and relaxed during this year, filling mostly my weekly habit tracker, achieving goals and tasks in a "soft productivity" way by acting based on my energy levels and letting myself rest and do fun things. I feel so excited for next week!

𝐈. My weekly progress

Health: did pilates on friday and saturday, slept earlier, my skin looks clearer and hair smells nicer, ate so healthy! (no soda, chips, more fruit and healthy meals, drank more water)

Academic: studied Italian 3 times this week, got an 88/100 in Economics' exam, listened to businness and climate change podcast.

Adulting: no progress

Hobby: wrote 3 quick blogs during the week

Social: planned two girly hangouts for next week, walked my dog with my sister

Healing: started meditating and doing yoga after waking up and before sleeping, answered journal prompts, understood why I have my avoidant attachment style. Understood soft productivity and applied it

Style: no progress

𝐈𝐈. I need to work on

Read more! I only read once throughout the week. Also, I need to journal more often to release my emotions and understand myself. I should use less my earphones for my sensorial health. Lastly, I want to learn more cooking recipes.

I need to practice driving (adulting goal) and improve my cheer skills (hobby goal) . I need to find a job too (adulting goal).

𝐈𝐈𝐈. Next week I will focus on

Maintain the great progress I have achieved last week by doing daily my healthy habits and having a relaxed mood, adding reading and journaling and taking action based on soft productivity and feminine cycle. Alongside, I will focus on practice driving and improve my cheer skills since those are the goals I am feeling behind.

See you next week, girlies! 𑄽𑄺ྀ

[totallynoteggos]

Sector V and siblings reaction to Teen! Sister dating Chad Dickson

Nigel Uno

Absolutely flabbergasted

He tries to convince you that Chad is a bad person

(also lest just say for the sake of this fic your part of the teens next door to)

You, of course, refuse and deny, you knew he was faking.

They fight for your attention.

He also stalks you on dates

This mf would have you chipped and miced when you go on a date with him.

They fight for your attention

Like you'll have a date planned with Chad then Nigel convinces his parents to go out and have you babysit him.

Then Chad, being petty asf, proceeds to tell you it's fine and that you'll just have a movie night at your place.

With Nigel there.

Who has to watch his sister swoon for a “traitor”

And gods forbid he kisses you

Nigel would tell your parents in a heartbeat

He would also call Chad your lap dog for being a good boyfriend💀

Overall, they're both petty little slimeballs who love you but will be at each other's throats the second you're not looking.

-10/10 sibling to have when dating Chad💀💀

Hoagie and Tommy Gilligan

...

Why..

He LITERALLY held your youngest brother hostage

Anyway- Hoagie is shocked, Tommy is confused

Tommy hated him until Chad gives him food or smth

So now those two are on neutral ground

As for Hogaie, he's suspicious

But he sees how happy you two are together and can't help but admit that Chad is a good boyfriend

He still keeps an eye on him

Hell put a tracker or smth on you so that he knows your safe

He also enforces a “no closed door” rule when Chad is in your room 💀

The type of brother that if Chad said to bring you back at 9:00 would scold you for being late at 9:02

Neither could care less abt y'all kissing

Just don't do it in front of them

Tommy could care less he just cares abt the free food

Overall they both are chill as long as Chad doesn't screw up

7/10 siblings to have when dating Chad

Kuki and Mushi Sanban

SHIP

THEY DONT CARE IF HES A TRAITOR THEY STILL SHIP YOU

Most positive reaction

Yk when your older sibling brings home a friend and a younger sibling gets a crush??

Ye that's Mushi

But other than that

They give him ideas for dates

They'll tell him your favorite food, place, color, Etc.

They 100% call you two “love birds” or smth like that

They would also stalk you on dates

And if Chad kisses you in front of them???

Instant fangirling

If you think their stalking you just kiss Chad and you will hear the most high-frequency screams you will ever hear

They just ship you two so hard😔😔

They will also threaten anyone who dares to try and break their OTP

Overall 10/10 siblings to have when dating Chad.

Wallabee and Joey Beetles

Joey's chill since yk

He's an infant

But WALLY

MAN ALMOST FAINTED WHEN HE FOUND OUT

Does. Not. Like. Him

Won't let you two be alone at all💀

He would quite literally take your door away if he had too

He also would third wheel on dates JUST to ruin the mood

And If you two kiss??

He becomes the most dramatic mf

He says he's gonna puke (he actually did once💀)

Definitely does the “six feet” rule

Even if you two are on the battlefield💀

Just imagine you and your friends giving that villain speech

And Chad has an arm wrapped around your waist with his hand on your hip or smth like that

Man would deadass stop whoever's giving the speech by shouting

“OI! HANDS OFF MA SISTER YOU TEEN TRAITOR”

This little boy is way too protective💀

Overall they both love you but Wally ain't gonna let you smooch a traitor

9/10 or Joey 0/10 for Wally

Abigail and Cree Lincoln

Chill

Cree thinks it's a little weird that your dating her friend but still ships

And since Abby knows that he's in Teens next door she ships it

Don't mean they won't threaten him

100% gives him date ideas

They will both beat whoever is trying to ruin the relationship

Both would help Chad impress you

Wether it be him leading a mission all by himself or surprising you with flowers or chocolates

Only ones who let you two be together alone

if they walk in on you two kissing neither will NEVER hear the end of it

“Woah! Slow down now, I don’t wanna be a aunt this young”

“Yesh! And I thought mom and dad were romantic”

“So……when’s the baby coming”

“Y’all better use protection”

The last two totally weren’t from Cree

They both let you two live your own lives

They won’t stalk you on dates but they do ask you how it was

Was it romantic, was he sweet, did he pay, where did he take you, etc.

Overall nice siblings to have when dating Chad

8/10

[tragedyinblue]

BBU Community Days, #10

@bbu-on-the-side

{Day 10: In-BBU-media} Create a piece of media that could exist within the BBU - everything from twitter post to newspaper feature to ad transcript to WRU press release! Pet lib call for action to desperate owner self-help reddit thread. Go wild!

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I'll preface this with a disclaimer: I've never written any kind of script or screenplay in my life. But, when I saw this prompt my brain catapulted me back to 1993 with "Homeward Bound", the story of a cat and two dogs who think they've been abandoned when their family drops them off at a friend's house to pet-sit while they are away. The animals embark on a wild adventure across the country to find their family.

So, that + BBU led me to this trailer screenplay/transcript bit. Enjoy(? lol)

{Scene opens on a modern cabin-style house tucked into the thick of a grand landscape. Forest/mountains. mountains/forest. Soft, lighthearted track plays as camera zooms in on family piling out of minivan: dad, mom, 10-year-old son, and three collared Pets; all are smiling happily as they unpack the van}

[Narrator:] “The Bensons were set to spend a relaxing week enjoying their vacation deep in the Colorado mountains.”

Dad: “Nothing but blue skies and the great outdoors!” (turns to his son) “What do you think?”

Son: -looks up from his Switch and rolls his eyes- “As long as we’ve got power I’m all set.”

Dad: “Come on, Daniel! You can play that thing anywhere. Hey, Chance?” 

{Camera cuts to the youngest Pet, Daniel’s companion, peeking out from behind the family van.}

Chance: “Yes, Master?”

Dad: “Take Daniel here and play some ball with him, alright? Still got time before dinner.”

{Scenes of the youngest Pet, Chance (platonic), playing ball outside with the son while two other Pets (young female, Sassy, is a domestic; middle-aged male (Shadow) is domestic/caregiver) attend to and entertain the parents. Scene cut to the Bensons leaving the cabin to drive into town for a dinner reservation, leaving the three Pets alone.}

[Narrator:] “Little did they know the danger that lurked on the horizon.

{Scene of Shadow opening the backdoor to investigate a suspicious sound. The three Pets are kidnapped, drugged to unconsicousness, and thrown into a van by nondescript humans in black clothing. Family returns home to find signs of struggle, a Pet Lib calling card, and the Pets’ torn collars discarded on the floor.}

[Son rushes to his father, tears in his eyes:] “Dad, they’re gone!” 

[Father hugs his son:] “Don’t worry, we’ll find them.”

{Scene cut to the three pets waking in a pet liberation facility in a panic, bandages on their necks where their trackers have been surgically removed. They learn they’re in a warehouse in Indianapolis, 1,000 miles away from their owners. The trio escapes.}

Chance: “Maybe we could go to the police? Tell them we’ve been kidnapped?”

Sassy: “They’ll think we were running away! And without our chips they won’t know where to find Masters and Mistress!” 

Shadow: “Well, looks like we’ll have to find them ourselves.” 

[Narrator:] “Now, Chance, Sassy, and Shadow will do whatever it takes to make it back home.”

{Montage of hitchhiking, survival, injuries, running from pet lib soldiers on their tail intermixed with beautiful scenery and majestic, swelling music.}

(Gold-tinted text hovers on the right side of the screen: “A fresh take on a beautiful classic!” - Ebert & Roper)

(Existing text fades and is replaced by another on the left side of the screen: “An emotional depiction of loyal, affectionate Pets.” - The Guardian)

[Narrator:] “Experience the heartwarming and incredible story of three stolen Pets and their journey back to the ones who love them most.” 

{Scene of the moments before the tearful reunion. Camera pans in on the bedraggled, exhausted, relieved Pets racing toward the cabin where the family cheers. The Pets kneel at their owners’ feet, happy tears in all eyes as they celebrate the reunion. Camera pans out over the forest/mountains}

(Golden text fades in on top: “Homeward Bound”)

[jaysficarchive]

The Picture of Monochrome

Chapter 2: Beneath the Mask

Two months after Francis's tragic death, Mona is trying to pick up the pieces of her life when she commits a heinous act: stealing from her in-laws. She tries to stop herself, but never has she felt so alive and bold in years.

Taglist: @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @jasontoddssuper @honeysgalaxy @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @peachyblkdemonslayer

A pair of jade eyes watched as the remaining lights in the mansion went out. Once all was dark, they donned a mask and slung a bag over their shoulder. They then made their way over to the manor.

Spotting an open window, the figure climbed in, landing in a sitting room of sorts. Noticing the painting on the small, they pulled out a forgery. Carefully, they removed the genuine from the wall and gently placed the fake in its place.

As they snuck into the hallway, they stole any artwork--paintings, vases, sculptures--out of the other rooms before swiftly replacing them.

Finally, they stopped at the art room. Before their eyes was a picture of Black people dressed in fancy clothes with expensive jewelry on their ears, necks, and wrists.

"Enoch Baptiste's Black Elite. What are you doing here in this bloodclaat's home?" They asked as they pulled out a spray bottle.

Rays of red lasers appeared through the mjst. But it didn't faze the burglar. Instead, they stealthily made their way through the lasers. Handstands, flips, and other gymnastic moves. Once at their destination, they deactivated the alarms.

They then turned their attention to the paintings on the wall. For people who looked down on artists, they sure loved having expensive art in their homes.

"Such beautiful paintings owned by such disgraceful people," the burglar said while pulling out a scanner. The device flashed a light, meaning the painting had a tracking chip.

"A tracking chip? How cute." The thief then pulled out a chip disrupter and aimed it at the tracker. Afterward, the thief took the painting down and carefully placed it in the bag. She then pulled out a replacement for the Black Elite.

However, it wasn't a duplicate.

"In recent news, someone broke into the home of former Gotham D.A. Felix Beauvais and left an ominous painting-"

Mona Lisa changed the channel to her usual soap opera programming. She wasn't in the mood to hear Felix bitch and moan when she had more pressing matters to tend to. He was too foolish to even recognize the rest of his precious property was stolen.

"Here you go, madame." Salome handed her a glass of water. "Hopefully the morning sickness won't be too bad in the coming months."

Mona took the glass and downed it in seconds. Was this how her own mother felt when she was pregnant with her? Morning sickness was like she was being beat up by an invisible entity when she least expected it. Not to mention the weird cravings. Last night's dinner was a cream cheese bagel with baked salmon and brocoli.

And who could forget the mood swings? Mona prayed her mother didn't listen to the heated voicemail she left her about dogs of all things.

"Thank you, Salome. Your help is really appreciated in these times."

Salome bowed then walked off to tend to the rest of the house.

Mona almost collapsed onto the bed when she went into her room. The morning was still early, which meant plenty of time to relax before getting ready for work. As she rested, her mind raced with thoughts.

What am I gonna do with the paintings?

It was true that she broke in Felix's house and stole his "prized" paintings. But now what was she going to do with them? They were very good quality, probably bought from the artists themselves.

I think I'll keep Black Elite for myself. It was Francis's favorite.

Unzipping the bag, she pulled out the famed painting then placed it in a secret compartment behind the bookshelf. As for the rest of the paintings, she'd probably sell them. But to whom was the question?

It was something to think about later. For now, she had to get ready for work.

"1, 2. And a 1, 2, 3!"

Mona played the piano as her dancers, twins Halle and Mamie, moved to the music. Usually her music videos didn't have dancing since her main genres were jazz and R&B. Still, it felt good to have a change of pace every one in a while.

"Mrs. Beauvais, you have a visitor," her assistant stated.

Mona walked off the set towards her assistant and followed her down the hall. They stopped in front of a room.

"In here, ma'am."

"Thank you." Mona opened the door to see a group of well-dressed Italian men sitting at the table. One of the men had a big, fat cigar in his mouth.

"You must be Mona Lisa," he said without looking up at her.

"I am." Mona took a seat across from him and his group. "And you are?"

"Name's Jimmy. Jimmy Calhoun," Jimmy replied. It amazed her how he could speak with the cigar hanging off his lips. "First, I just wanna say my condolences. It must be hard losing your husband at such a young age in such a manner. While I wasn't particularly fond of Mr. Beauvais, I did want him to grow old."

Memories of the funeral flooded back into Mona's mind. Even though it's been only two months, the wounds were still fresh. "Thank you, Mr. Calhoun."

"With that being said, I have an offer to make you." Calhoun finally looked up at her. "My wife's a huge fan of yours. Listens to every song, been to the concerts. The whole nine yards."

Learning Calhoun's wife was a fan brought a small sense of comfort to Mona. "Tell her that I appreciate the support."

"Actually, you can tell her that yourself."

Mona raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"My wife's birthday is coming up and I want you to perform at it. You and your dancers," Calhoun revealed. One of his men then pulled an envelope out his jacket and slid it towards Mona.

"You could use some extra money in your pocket. Stars like you don't get far in this city, which is a shame."

Mona agreed with Calhoun. Gotham high society was where the businessmen, politicians, and lawyers ruled. Celebrities weren't as respected. Not to mention she's been out of the public eye for a while due to a long period of mourning.

"How much will you pay me?"

"Name your price and I'll have it." Calhoun pulled out his checkbook.

"Think you can pay me three hundred million?" Mona crossed her arms. She knew it wasn't right to test someone like Calhoun, but she was feeling strangely confident today. Besides, the money would be used to pay her staff and fund her...extracurricular activities.

Just as quickly as he pulled it out, he put his signature and the amount on it. "I can do that. Will that be all, Mrs. Beauvais?"

Mona tapped her finger on her arm. He doesn't look like the kind of guy who'd be big on having paintings on his home, but it's worth a shot. "Would you mind if I bring some...wares?"

Calhoun's eyebrow raised. "Wares?"

Mona nodded. She wanted to keep it a mystery until the day of the party.

"Alright. You can bring them." Calhoun replied. "Does this mean we have a deal?"

Mona nodded and shook Calhoun's hand. As she stood up, she asked him, "Will you keep your word, Mr. Calhoun?"

"Of course. I'm a man of my word, Mrs. Beauvais. Breaking deals like this is bad for business."

Mona walked back to the set to deliver the news to Halle and Mamie. "We've been invited to a party for the wife of a man named Jimmy Calhoun," Mona explained, showing them the invitation. "He wants me to bring you two."

"Really?!" Halle bounced with excitement. She was the darker skinned of the twins with short red hair.

Mamie, cool and calm as always, had brown skin and white hair. "How much did he pay you?"

"Three hundred million," Mona replied. "The party is tomorrow night, so make sure you have your routine memorized."

The twins nodded before walking off to discuss the news amongst themselves. As for Mona, she had some other work to attend to.

Mona's eyes looked around as her car entered the parking lot to the garage. Salome tightly held onto the wheel. Part of her wanted to ask if her mistress lost her mind; but kept it to herself.

"Are you sure this is the place, mistress?"

"I'm sure. Is the gun still in here?"

Salome opened the glove compartment to reveal a gun inside, which Mona gave an approving nod to. "Please take it with you, mistress. You never know what these Arkham types are capable of."

"You're the one who needs it, Salome. I'll be fine." Mona grabbed the duffel bag as she got out the car. She made her way to the garage, knocking on it three times with a minute between each knock. It took a bit but the wait was worth it once the garage door was lifted up by a burly, bespectacled man.

"Mona Lisa."

"Adonis."

Adonis made way for Mona to come inside before giving a reassuring nod for Salome to pull the car inside. He then turned his attention back to the artist.

"Here for some new tech, I suppose?"

"Yes. Do you have anything new?" Mona put her hands on her hips.

"Follow me." Adonis walked over to a shelf and pressed a button. It lifted up to reveal an elevator underneath. Adonis, Mona, and Salome boarded on and waited as they descended underneath the garage.

"Such an inconspicuous place for a hideout." Mona looked around. "I would've never guessed this was where you got up to evil."

"No one did. Not even Gotham PD or Batman."

Adonis walked off once the elevator reached the first floor. On the walls were gadgets and tools of all shapes and sizes. Mona's eyes immediately fell on a tabletop littered with gadgets.

"Are those mine?"

"Yep." Adonis walked over and picked up a remote. When he pressed a button, several small robots out a box. Mona nodded, impressed. "What is it and how much is it?"

"This is a device that releases little robots that can dislodge and cut any frame of any material. Makes it easier to take the art without having to take the whole damn thing." Adonis's voice was proud and confident in his work. "It'll cost a pretty penny if you want it."

I knew it, Mona reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a jade vase. She knew she struck gold when she saw Adonis's eyes widen. "Will this be sufficient payment?"

Salome gasped. "Isn't that-"

"Hell yeah it will. Is that authentic jade?" Adonis held the vase in his hands, examining it closely.

"Wi." Mona smirked.

"Hell, you can take everything off the table!" He couldn't take his eyes off the vase. In his days as the villain Cybermaster, he only hacked into top secret files and sold them to the highest bidder. He didn't really use the money he earned from his schemes to buy anything luxurious. "How'd you get this?"

"Let's just say, Mr. Felix and Mrs. Helene Beauvais won't be needing that or any of their other art anymore." It honestly shocked Mona that she spoke so proudly of her crime. She broke into her in-laws' house! That wasn't something to be proud of!

Why am I talking like this? I've never stolen anything a day in my life...

"Keep up the good work. Knowing those two, they probably aren't worried that their stuff was stolen."

"They won't be for a very long time." A confidence that never existed suddenly surged inside her. Why did she feel so...so bold to talk about these things? It wasn't how her mother raised her... "I replaced most of their art with forgeries. All except for one."

Both Salome and Adonis raised an eyebrow.

"Enoch Baptiste's Black Elite. Instead, I replaced it with an original artpiece to let those fuckers know they're not safe."

You're horrible! You're a monster! Francis wouldn't have wanted this!

"What...what will you do with it, madame?" Salome asked in a hushed tone.

"Keep it, obviously. As a momento to my dearest Francis." Don't you dare mention his name, criminal! "Now if we are done here, I'd like to get back home and practice for an event tomorrow night."

"Go ahead. Take it all." Adonis went back to the vase. "This is one hell of a payment."

Satisfied, Mona placed the tools in the bag before walking back to the elevator. Salome, still shocked by the revelation that her mistress broke into the elder Beauvais's estate and left that painting, followed behind her.

"Mistress...why?" she asked. But Mona couldn't hear her. Too high on the boldness she'd suddenly gotten.

When Mona arrived home, she made a beeline straight to her piano. It was a miracle that it was able to still be hers. Her fingers ran along the keys, bringing her joy. The piano was a wedding gift from Francis. One that Mona appreciated greatly.

Francis...

A pit formed in her stomach as she recalled what was said in Adonis's garage. The realization of what she'd just admitted to seeped in as a sharp, horrified gasp left her mouth.

Her knees became weak. How could she have admitted such sins with carelessness? Had the Devil possessed her?

She was horrible-- a horrible wife, a horrible widow, and a horrible mother to be.

What have I done?! I've lowered myself to the level of criminals! Tears forming in her eyes, she ran to her bedroom. Mona threw open her closet doors and pulled out the suit and mask worn on that fateful night. They'd made become an entirely different person. The fact the wares she talked to Calhoun about were the stolen goods from her in-laws made her sick. And what of her unborn child? What would the other children say about her child having a thief for a mother?

She threw the costume into the flames of the fireplace. When she went to reach for the mask, her hands shook.

What are you doing, Mona Lisa? Why are you destroying your art?

"This isn't my art!"

Yes it is. You made those forgeries to protect your art; yet you didn't do the same for Felix and Helene? Why is that?

"I...I have to give these back-" Mona fell to her knees as she threw up. Why did trying to do the right thing repulse her? Her eyes then trailed up to the mask.

Think about it, Mona! This world has left you with nothing!

"It...it hasn't-"

It has! You've heard it many times! Now that Francis is gone, you have nothing left!

"That's not true! I still have my music! My true art!"

Really? What will those get you? You may have the fame and fortune, but you don't have the power! Power is what makes Gotham run! That's what being with Francis gave you!

"I loved him for who he was! Not for power!"

That I did, but I can't deny the high I got from what being in his circles offered me. I never talked the way I do now. Before, I was a wallflower. A doormat. Now, I've become a queen.

"I..."

Do I think I'd ever let Felix, or Helene, or any of those useless sons of Beauvais bitches go? After everything they did to me?! To Francis?!

Anger took over Mona as she remembered everything the Beauvais family put her through. How they never spared a moment to tear her down. Their remarks about her upbringing and career. The constant undermining of her marriage to Francis. Felix and Helene stealing her money and her home was the last straw.

"No."

Exactly. Do you see how they made Francis's funeral all about themselves? How they had no regard for an honest, honorable man who lost his life?!

Mona's body trembled with rage. She remembered the nasty glares Felix and Helene gave her when she walked beside them to take Francis to his final resting place. How they allowed everyone else to go before her to pay their respects and say their last goodbyes.

"No! They didn't even care that he'd been killed!"

So why should I care about stealing from them? Or anyone from that matter? If anything, it's payback for everything they've done to me.

"No weapon raised against me shall prosper. And if it tries to, then I'll take everything it loves and never look back."

Then stand up, Mona Lisa. Become who you were always destined to be. Show them your art is nothing to be disregarded. Rise, Monochrome!

Pulling out her needles, pins, and fabrics, Mona got to work making a new costume for herself. She wouldn't fight it anymore. If the world wanted her to become a villain, then a villain she'd become. The old Mona Lisa Beauvais died with Francis.

She held the mask--the key to her new self--in her hands. Sliding it on her head made her feel brand new, fresh. Alive after living death for two months.

The world would know Monochrome. And as long as she was alive, nothing was safe from her clutches.

[aunty-matter]

Watching a drama unfold on twitter wherein a Decatur Ga emergency vet has lost a sick dog and is being really shady about it.

They’re lying.

They won’t allow her to see security camera footage. (HUGE red flag) and the cop she got involved is siding with the vet and won’t do anything to help her.

No one will talk directly to her. The vet made up some story about the vet tech’s husband catching the dog out in the street somewhere? (there was a fire truck involved?) and handing it to some random “asian woman and her child” (again wtf???) because he assumed they were the owners?????? And he won’t talk to her either. (They’re so worried about the personal privacy of some vet tech and her husband they won’t allow the pet owner to speak to them??!!??)

The vet is Saint francis veterinary services and emergency, part of Thrive Pet Care network.

The owner was away. The dog ate some delta8 gummies the dogsitter left around, so she took it to the vet and they (supposedly) lost it.

If there is anyone who can help or who lives in the area and wants to help search (the owner has hired a tracker) the owner is on twitter @Hannahcrileyy

The story is fishy and I feel like we’re going to find out the dog was stolen or sold or killed by negligence.

The dog: Hazel, is chipped and is tiny.

[housewifebuck]

Hello, do you happen to know what causes a cat to suddenly start running out the door? He's never done this before and now it's almost everytime I open the door. Also, any good ideas on a pet tracker I could put on his collar for if he does escape and I dont catch him?

Hi! Is he neutered? An unneutered male cat will go to great lengths to get outside if there is a female in heat anywhere within like a two mile radius. Making sure your pets are fixed is of the utmost importance, and also making sure they are up to date on FVRCP, rabies, and FeLV vaccines on the off chance they do ever get outside.

If he is not neutered and you need help finding a clinic, try visiting fixfinder.org.

If he is neutered, it may be that there is some type of animal or bird nesting near/under your house that he is interested in, the presence of a stray cat or dog on your property, or if you live in an area where leaves are falling he may be excited by that and want to chase them (one of mine literally jumped out a window to catch leaves a while ago. Luckily it was a first story window + he fell right onto a bush + I was outside and caught him but I got it on video and it was hilarious LMFAOO)

As for tracking, I have heard of people putting Apple air tags on their pets collars but I have never used one so I don’t actually know how accurate the tracking is. I imagine it is likely only down to a couple hundred feet. It is important also to make sure your cats are microchipped (and that the chips are registered!!!) so if they ever get outside and are found by someone they can be traced back to you.

I hope this helps!!!!

[peepawleo]

This is why we should put trackers in the kids. Chip 'em like puppy dogs.

Donnie did with his kid, I didn't want to because it feels mean..

[trakbond]

Tracker GPS Cats & Dogs Tracking Chip: Ensuring the Safety of Your Pets

As pet owners, ensuring the safety and well-being of our furry companions is a top priority. One of the most effective ways to keep track of pets, especially those who love to explore, is by using a tracker GPS cats & dog tracking chip. These devices provide real-time tracking and peace of mind for pet owners, knowing their pets' exact location at all times. Here’s everything you need to know about GPS pets trackers and how they can benefit you and your pet.

1. What is a Tracker GPS Pets Tracking Chip?

A tracker GPS pets chip is a small device that can be attached to your pet’s collar. It uses Global Positioning System (GPS) technology to provide real-time location information. Some advanced models also come with additional features like activity monitoring, geofencing, and alerts, ensuring pet owners are always informed about their pet’s whereabouts and well-being.

2. How Does a GPS Tracking Chip Work?

These devices use a combination of GPS, cellular networks, and sometimes Wi-Fi to pinpoint the exact location of your pet. Here’s how it works:

GPS Satellites: The chip communicates with GPS satellites to determine the precise location.

Mobile Networks: The device then sends this data to your smartphone via cellular networks.

Real-Time Tracking: Through an app, you can see your pet’s real-time location on a map.

Some chips also use Bluetooth to track pets within a short range, making it easier to locate them within your home or garden.

3. Benefits of Using a GPS Tracker for Pets

Real-Time Location Tracking: Instantly know where your pet is, especially if they wander off or get lost.

Geofencing Alerts: Set up a virtual boundary (geofence) and receive notifications if your pet goes beyond the defined area. This is ideal for pets who tend to roam or explore.

Activity Monitoring: Monitor your pet’s activity level to ensure they are getting enough exercise, or to check for any unusual behavior.

Peace of Mind: Knowing you can track and locate your pet quickly provides immense peace of mind, especially during outdoor activities or travels.

4. Key Features to Look for in a GPS Pets Tracking Chip

When selecting a GPS tracking chip for your pet, consider the following features:

Battery Life: Opt for a tracker with a long-lasting battery, especially if your pet spends a lot of time outdoors.

Durability: Choose a device that is water-resistant and durable, able to withstand rough play and different weather conditions.

Size & Weight: The tracker should be lightweight and comfortable for your pet to wear.

Range & Coverage: Make sure the device has a reliable range and coverage area, especially if you live in a remote or rural area.

App Integration: A user-friendly app that provides detailed tracking information, alerts, and additional features.

5. Why Choose Trakbond GPS Trackers for Pets?

Trakbond offers state-of-the-art GPS tracking devices that are designed with pet safety in mind. Here’s why they stand out:

Compact & Lightweight Design: Easy to attach to your pet's collar without causing discomfort.

Real-Time Tracking & Alerts: Get real-time updates and alerts right on your smartphone, ensuring you never lose sight of your pet.

Long Battery Life: Extended battery life ensures your device stays active for longer periods, reducing the need for constant recharging.

Durability: Built to withstand tough conditions, making them ideal for active pets.

6. How to Use a Trakbond GPS Tracking Chip

Using a Trakbond GPS tracking chip is simple:

Attach the Tracker: Secure the device to your pet’s collar.

Download the App: Install the Trakbond app on your smartphone.

Set Up & Monitor: Pair the tracker with the app, set geofences, and monitor your pet’s location and activities.

7. Ensuring Your Pet’s Safety

Pets are curious by nature, and it’s not uncommon for them to wander off. However, with a Trakbond GPS tracking chip, you can ensure their safety and security by knowing their exact location at all times. Whether you are at home, at the park, or on vacation, these devices give you peace of mind, knowing your beloved companion is safe.

Conclusion

Investing in a Tracker GPS pets tracking chip is a smart choice for pet owners who want to ensure their pets’ safety. With reliable features, real-time tracking, and user-friendly technology, Trakbond provides a comprehensive solution for keeping pets secure. Say goodbye to the worry of losing track of your furry friend, and enjoy the peace of mind that comes with knowing their exact location, no matter where they are.

Ensure your pet’s safety today with Trakbond GPS trackers. Reliable, efficient, and easy to use, they’re the perfect solution for every pet owner.

[automatismoateo]

My penecostal MAGA obsessed grandma has cancer and its interfering with her treatment. via /r/atheism

My penecostal MAGA obsessed grandma has cancer and it’s interfering with her treatment. I honestly can’t take this anymore so I have to rant. My grandma has gotten progressively deeper and deeper into her church and right-wing conspiracies over the years. To illustrate what I’m working with, here are a few of her beliefs over the years: - Barack Obama is the antichrist. - Bill Gates and the new world order are going to force us to eat bugs by 2030 (no reasoning on why they would want to do this) - the end times will happen soon and if you aren’t beamed up to heaven during the first tribulation, you will have an option to get a chip in your forehead or hand for the antichrist, if you do not you will get beheaded. - Covid vaccines are trackers and possible mind controlling agents? Also cause cancer which I’ll get to later. She also takes Ivermectin. Last year, she was diagnosed with stage 3 ovarian cancer and had around 30 lymph nodes removed along with a 7x4” tumor. She didn’t get treatment, against doctor orders, and told me that a visiting priest (who talks to god and can see the future) said she’s done with cancer, so she’s done. Cut to a couple of weeks ago, she found out she has cancer that spread to her abdomen and liver. So she’s probably going to f*ing die now. She still insists that visiting priest has never been wrong. She also brought up how she’s convinced COVID vaccines are causing cancer because “everyone’s getting it”…even though she DOES NOT HAVE THE VACCINE. Now, she’s decided to get treatment but really doesn’t want to so has researched it and is going to ask her doctor if they can give her a month before chemo to try a dog parasite and see if that gets rid of it. Also, my younger sister is following in her footsteps and has no fear about any of this. Says god will take care of it 🤷🏻‍♀️ has anyone dealt with anything like this in their family? I feel like I’m going insane. Submitted September 02, 2024 at 01:37AM by Strict-Minute-8815 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/rQehNfJ)

[danieldavidreitberg]

Whiskers and Chips: How AI is Paw-ing its Way into Pet Care

Move over, dog walkers and cat whisperers, because the future of pet care has gone tech-savvy. AI is wagging its tail into our furry friends' lives, offering everything from activity trackers to emotional analysis, turning us mere mortals into full-fledged cyber-pet-parents.

But before you picture your chihuahua meditating with a VR headset, let's delve into the real paws-ibilities of AI pet care:

Tracking Treats and Tails

Smart collars and wearables: No more endless laps around the park counting tail wags! These trackers monitor activity levels, sleep patterns, and even calorie expenditure, ensuring your pup is neither a couch potato nor a fitness fanatic.

Lost pet locators: Never say "who let the dogs out" again! GPS-enabled devices pinpoint your furry escape artist's location, reducing panic attacks and bringing peace of mind (and possibly saving a few chewed-up slippers).

Automatic feeders and water bowls: No more early morning guilt trips! These smart contraptions keep your pet's tummy full, even when you're stuck at work. Just imagine, a purring welcome home instead of a chorus of empty kibble bowls.

Decoding Wagging and Whining

Emotion analysis: Ever wondered what your pet is thinking when they stare at you with those big, soulful eyes? AI-powered cameras analyze facial expressions and vocalizations, attempting to decipher barks, meows, and even purrs into human-understandable emotions. Is it a playful pounce or cuddle craving? Now you might know!

Personalized recommendations: From the perfect food formula to the ideal play style, AI algorithms analyze your pet's activity and emotional data to personalize care and keep them happy and healthy. No more guessing games—your pet is living purrfectly!

But is it All Meow-gnificent?

While the potential of AI in pet care is exciting, it's important to remember:

Technology ≠ Replacement: AI tools are a helpful add-on, not a replacement for traditional care, love, and attention. Your furry friend still needs belly rubs, walks in the park, and maybe even the occasional treat (without AI's judgment, of course).

Data Privacy Pawblems: Like any AI, pet care devices collect data. Make sure you understand how your pet's information is used and protected. Who wants their cat's napping habits shared on social media?

The Ethical Tail: As AI gets more sophisticated, questions about animal autonomy and well-being arise. Should algorithms dictate our pets' lives, or should we prioritize their natural instincts and playfulness?

The Verdict: A Tail-Wagging Future for Humans and Pets?

AI undoubtedly offers some fantastic tools for responsible pet care. But let's remember, technology is just a shiny leash, not the whole walk. The future of pet care lies in a harmonious blend of AI innovation and the genuine love and care we shower upon our furry companions. Together, humans and AI can ensure every tail wags with joy, every purr vibrates with contentment, and every pet, virtual or otherwise, feels loved and understood.

[coffeeastronaut]

🎱 for The Freaks

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🎱 8 Ball- What situation was your OC lucky to escape from or get out of? What or who helped them unexpectedly?

WHY ARE YOU POINTING AT ME.

i guess theyre The Freaks now uhh

wretch - he got stuck in his mommys panic room, and when he called her she wouldn't let him out, because she hates him. clump got worried when he was late for work, and used the tracker chip he secretly embedded in his leg to hunt him down, and his weird spy skills to bust him out. wretch was unconscious by this point (not from lack of air or anything, he just freaked out so hard he passed out) and so assumed he broke out in his sleep. clump was too embarrassed to tell him otherwise.

clump - no one has ever helped this man. im sorry. poor thing. maybe like. a home depot employee saw him trying to get a planter down from a high shelf and tried to "help" but ended up just making clump drop it. and yes clump had to pay for it.

chrisoak - crashed his """vespa""" once and was stuck in the side of the road. by a crazy stroke of luck, isha and her sister, sameera, were on a roadtrip to visit their mother. they ended up taking him along since he didn't really have. any plans. they all wnded up bonding a bit. sameera still thinks hes a weirdo and won't volentarily hang out with him, but she doesn't hate him like she used to. isha understands a bit mote why andy loves him, and doesn't mind his visits anymore, and even likes him a little, but she definitely has zero respect for him. she likes him like how you can't help but like those nasty pathetic little crusty dogs that aunts always have, where you feel kind of bad for them, for existing.

[anosci]

(347-362 albums etc that I’ve listened to this year, copied from twitter) (now with art. [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25])

names and thoughts below cut

347/ (all music compos at Deadline 2023) the bangers are in the tracked music compo "lost_in_brutalism" prolly my fav but also! i do like the feel that "mind control" manages to add to dnb

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348/ anosci - visions from dsp 23 (2023) ive decided to put my own releases in here too :) i made drums. i rapidly alternate between loving and hating this but i am infatuated with the results from these techniques

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349/ Dario Zenker - Reflection (2023) dubby??? beats??? this is pretty much the ideal soundtrack for driving at night listen to "Jah True" and try to NOT see the streetlights passing by. also "Round Ritmo" hits some kinda nostalgic bone, the way it mangles that housish texture.

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350/ VA - Funk it UP (2017) this is kinda funny because "funk" is a very broad umbrella term and the entries here touch every corner. what is "Luxurious"? idk. still slaps tho. most funky funk: "funky boy"? "Quicksand Telescope"? "Bep Bop" has a very tito trackery feel

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351/ easyFun - ACOUSTIC (2023) not as much my tea as ELECTRIC. definitely feels like it'd appear on a radio wait a second… "Damaged III" goes hard in a non-accoustic way! ive been lied to! this rules but yea, fav tune actually "They’re So Smart" i think. fun one.

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352/ VA - The Sound of SceneSat Volume 7 (2023) huge bag etc naming a few hilights: Infamous kicking ass here esp with "Chaos Theory"! "Strolling in Okinawa" what in tarnation! this rules! "Bright Velvet" :O!!!! loving the hifi rendition of "Good Thing"! "2050 Or 2051" hits hard

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353/ ZULI - Numbers (2017) delightfully mangled. "What You Do" highlight maybe? massive.

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354/ Appo Sound Project – Digital Trip Dirty Pair Synthesizer Fantasy (1985) lol why is this "Lovely Mugi" arrange 20000x better than the ost version "Silent Inspiration" too but not by as much it kinda tapers after that, to my taste. glad to have given this a spin on a whim tho

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355/ greenhouse - arc,regn (2023) ok this may sound silly but: in the 90s, necros (among others) were making some rad tracker music with a very very specific synth sound and overall vibe that i simply havent heard since. this hits that for me. it's sleek and clean and beautiful

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356/ The Black Dog - My Brutal Life (2023) some of these pass me by entirely. some of these grab me: "Hey Serry", "It's Not Enough"

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357/ Howler - Initio (2023) this one just doesnt quite hit me. it's clean but. idk. "Fagin It" kinda vibes tho that and the wobbling filters of "Oh Yeah" became the only tracks i kept

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358/ VA - Winter Chip XII (2017) all over the place ofc standouts / thoughts: "ILLOGIC" The Good Stuff :D possibly fav? "Beneath The Ice" is a worthy winner tho. v banger "Sega Channel" is a hell of a bop "SMStep" idk how "old" this gets, i love the wob. on old systems too!

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359/ Patricia Taxxon - TECHDOG 1 (2023) the wild textures of ae threeJay etc, but with beautiful tones. feels like a fresh fun take on "chaotic beats over a sine synth" oldschool idm. it hits good!! t7 feels like a clean tigerbeat6 thing :O favs? t3, 5, 2, 8… lots to digest.

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360/ Sinjin Hawke & Zora Jones - Vicious Circles (2018) lots of rly cool textures in here, grounded by trap(?) beats. the title track esp. i think "Lurk 101" is my fav of the bunch tho

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361/ Patricia Taxxon - TECHDOG 2 (2023) t2 goin off tho t4 maybe [representative] highlight? t6 oh holy shit, what a texture. tigerbeat6 TWO t10 wild mix of textures. md flashback very funny to end a highly harmonic album with the abstracted beats of t11

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