#I'm just gonna tag it as one just in case

[triangle-dog]

TW pet death

(Not one of mine, don't worry. You won't miss anything if you skip this post.)

I will always and forever be a collar and tags person (or, look, if you are really concerned about strangulation then a harness & tags person or a breakaway collar or whatever). Microchips are great, all my beasts are microchiped, but if one of them gets out I want to be able to find them and bring them home no matter what has happened to them.

Two years ago, almost exactly I think, friends and I were three miles into a beautiful autumn hike with the dogs. The leaves were turning, the wildlife was active, and there was a crisp breeze. We rounded a corner and immediately saw a body floating out on the lake, a dog, its long black fur drifting back and forth in the small waves. After some deliberation on what to do, and if it was safe, I waded out to the dog while the others in the party held our dogs way back from the lake in case the water was bad. He wasn't that far out really, but it felt like it took forever to get there because I was fervently hoping he'd have tags. I could actually feel the relief wash over me when I got there and saw patches of blue collar peeking out between the drifting fur.

I towed him into the shallows by the collar. I'm the most familiar with bodies, which is why I was the one who went out to him, and I know that they age differently in the water but by my judgment he'd died farily recently - less than a day ago. When he's in close enough to shore that I don't think he'll drift away any time soon, I unclip his collar and return to the group. We sit down and strategize for a few minutes. How do you make a call like that without raising their hopes? (Answer: you can't - just the phone ringing will be enough).

"I'm very sorry," I say, "but I found a dog in the lake and I thought you would want to know." She tells me she was half expecting a call like this, that the gate didn't latch correctly and both dogs got out but only one came home. She tells me that they were so worried he wouldn't be able to find his way home in the storm last night. She tells me he was very old, that his mind had been going for awhile now. She tells me that most of his life, until the last few years as his body became less able to manage the walk, they would come down to a beach near here and that he loved to swim. She tells me she hopes he at least got to relive those memories for a bit before he went.

I give her the coordinates, it's not too far from a road if you bushwhack - certainly less than the 3mi we did, and tell her we'll bring him to shore. I pick him up out of the shallows, he feels frail, yet he's so so heavy from the weight of the water in his fur. He's much smaller than Nova, yet lifting Nova has never felt like that. I lay him gently on the rocky beach in what I hope is a natural looking, less-traumatizing-to-the-kids position. I clip his collar back on, with the fur no longer drifting around in the water obscuring it, you can now see the little tag saying "Poochie" on the front. We head back the way we came. That was walk enough for all of us, it would feel wrong to seek a different ending, and it was an out and back trail anyway.

Ever since then, every dead cat or dog I see reminds me of those lakeside discussions. We are all overly dedicated animal people, we're fully aware of microchips and all of our own pets are microchiped, but carrying a waterlogged body 3mi to the car to drive it to the vet's office was just not feasible - I don't think it would occur to most people that that was even an option. Even if they did think of it, most people would be opposed to putting a dead animal in their vehicle. I'm just gonna make it easy on people and put my phone number on my animals.

(Sorry, that post was so much longer than it needed to be, but my brain must have recorded that experience in a different kind of memory than usual because it is so so clear and comes all as a set like that so that's what you got too)

TLDR: OP found a dead dog once and has big feelings about it. Put collars/etc. on your pets

[priincebutt]

Thank you @tailsbeth-writes for the early tag!! I'm gonna get a jump on WIP Wednesday because I actually got some writing done last night, and I'm feeling good about my upcoming projects!! So today you're getting another snip from Demon!Alex, because it's at the forefront of my mind and I'm very excited for it. I also think I'm going to be participating in flufftober, so some snips from those will be coming up here soon as well!

“I’ve read… so many books, Alex. And there are only a few documented cases of people surviving attacks that were as rough as yours, and none of them claim to transform. I just don’t understand it.”

“I’m one of a kind, baby,” Alex huffs, and he chuckles, which in turn makes his ribs ache and sets off a coughing fit. This prompts Henry to look over, one hand leaving the wheel and reaching for Alex – to do what exactly he isn’t sure.

His fingers flutter, then settle on the gearshift. “It would appear so,” Henry shockingly agrees with him.

“Listen, Henry… we need a contingency plan.”

“What kind of contingency plan?”

Alex takes in a deep, shaking breath and lets his lead lull so he’s looking out the windshield. “If this gets out of control, you have to do it.”

Alex hears the sharp inhale but doesn’t look over, he doesn’t think he can stand seeing Henry’s reaction.

“Do what?” Henry asks, but they both know the answer.

“You have to kill me. I don’t want to hurt anyone, and if it comes down to that… you have to. End it.”

Now for some no pressure tags! @thinkof-england , @onthewaytosomewhere , @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @typicalopposite , @judasofsuburbia

@piratefalls , @suseagull04 , @thighzp , @thesleepyskipper , @stellarmeadow

@zwiazdziarka , @porcelainmortal , @dreamtigress , @bitbybitwrites , @caterpills

@seths-rogens , @run-for-chamo-miles , @sophie1973 , @tinyarmedtrex , @jmagnabo92

@blueeyedgrlwrites , @henrysfox , @henryspearl and also an open tag to anyone who may want to participate!!

[marvelousbuckley]

Pardon my french!

BuckTommy Positivity Week 2024 - day three

OKAY I'M LATE OOPS SORRY. I'm still doing the first Bucktommy Positivity Week challenge but you can check the tag and  @bucktommypositivityweek's blog to see the new works!

Prompt: meeting the friends and family

You can read it on AO3 or down below. Every fic will be posted on AO3 as chapters of the same fic!

Six weeks since they had had more than 24 hours off together. Six weeks of texting, crossing paths and missing the other one. The situation ended up driving Evan crazy and he decided to ask for a full week of time off so they could enjoy each other’s company.

Off course, they spent their first two days in bed, making up for lost time. Then, hunger invited itself, an intruding visitor which led them to finally left Evan’s loft.

They are between fruits and grains when a voice rise from behind them, happy and surprise. “Tommy?”

The voice is masculine, and a tall blond man appears when he turns himself, more curious than annoyed by it. The man looks like a Californian surfer, tanned skin with curls and a bright white smile. He is holding a bag full of tomatoes in one hand and the other one is quick to touch Tommy’s arms, making the pilot smile.

“Nicolas? What are you doing on the west coast?” He asks the stranger, responding to the touch by grabbing Nicolas’ shoulders, giving a gentle squeeze. Evan’s still until they part away, the conversation going strong while he tries to remember where he knows the name from.

“We’re on a vacation with the kids! What about you? I thought you hated this part of town?” Asks Nicolas, before he looks behind him, searching for someone that is not there apparently. “Dan should be here somewhere; I think I lost him near the chocolate aisle.” Both men chuckles and finally it rings on Evan’s mind. Nicolas and Daniel, the French and the New-Yorker. The ex and his husband.

He waits a few seconds as to see if Tommy’s going to introduce him and is pleased to see that it is the case. It’s always the case, with is boyfriend. They cannot shut up about the other one, even while running into ex-lovers.

“Nick, let me introduce you to Evan, my boyfriend,” Is how Tommy starts his sentence before he smiles, gazing at the firefighter who is expecting the end of it. “-Well, honestly he is more than that.” He adds, making Evan blush in the middle of the grocery shop.

The statement makes Nicolas chuckle, demonstrating how good looking he is. Which should bother Evan, but the way Tommy is still staring at him is enough to proves him how loved he is.

« Tu crois que c’est le bon cette fois ? »

Suddenly Evan’s attention is drawn to the French man, and he raises a quizzical eyebrow that Nicolas completely ignores, focussed on Tommy whose smile is bigger now.

« C’est l’amour de ma vie, je ne me vois pas vivre sans lui. »

Evan is able to understand most of the answer Tommy gives and he sense his body melting with adoration. Because his boyfriend just called him the love of his life while talking to a man he had been with. A man who takes a look at him, all smiley, even though Evan knows he’s being gauged. He must look nice enough because Nicolas is quick to smile at him too.

“You are a lucky man Evan, Tommy is a committed lover! You should ask him to show you how good he can do a waltz, it’s quite impressive!”

Evan does not have the time to be surprised because soon enough another man is coming toward them, waving at Tommy before he wraps his arm around Nicolas’ waist. “Tommy! It’s good to see you man! I thought you hated this part of town?”

The remark makes Tommy laughs and Evan looks at him, falsely vexed. “So this is why you always insist we should hang out at your place instead of mine?” He asks, a fondness in his eyes. Because it’s nice to know that, even if Tommy hates it, he still came all the way up there to see him, to make him understand that he wasn’t gonna steal his best friend. “You’re lucky you are pretty Kinard.”

It makes Dan and Nicolas burst with laughter while Tommy looks at him with the fondest look ever.

How can he be so fucking good looking while doing grocery shopping?

Evan admires his boyfriend while Tommy catches up with them, talking about kids and vacations and work, before it is his turn to be interrogated. What does he do for work, what is his family like, does he like movies like Tommy? It’s funny to see them react to each one of his answers, trying to guess if they are the ones they expect from him.

“I like this one better than the last boyfriend you introduced us to.” Says Dan, causing Nicolas to lose his smile and elbow him. “What?” Mutter the husband, while Evan is the one chuckling.

“It’s okay, Tommy told me about his exes. Well, most of them I believe?” Tommy answers with a hums and Evan continues. “Like, I know about Nicolas the French surfer! I have to thank you by the way; nothing is sexier than Tommy speaking French.”

Nicolas offers him a grin and his hand to check, clearly proud of the impact he had. “You’re welcome! I’ve been with Dan for more than a decade now and the bastard won’t learn a damn word!”

“Hey!” Is what Dan reply while Tommy set down his free hand on Evan’s hips, causing the firefighter to move closer, as if drawn to him. They let the married couple banters a little, melting in each other embraces, before finally Tommy takes his attention back to them.

“You should come for dinner this week, while you are here! Evan is a hell of a cook and I’m sure he’ll appreciate to learn more about his idiot boyfriend.” It makes the couple laugh while Evan smiles sheepishly. Because his boyfriend loves to show him off, and the younger one thrives in it. Even more when he knows it’s in front of someone Tommy has loved once.

Nicolas looks at him, a smile that Evan can’t quite decipher on his face. “You can cook?” Evan is about to respond but Tommy cuts him, voice lower, amused.

“Evan can do a lot of things.”

A laugh, and two red cheeks.

« C’est bon de te voir aussi heureux Tommy, ça faisait longtemps. » Dan looks as lost as Evan when Nicolas starts to speak French again, and the firefighter understand that this conversation means to be private. A bubble of openness between the two exes, a need of reassurance for two men that deeply cared for each other. « En fait, je crois que tu n’as jamais été aussi heureux pas vrai ? Pas même avec moi. »

Tommy takes some time, as if searching for the language he had not used for years, before the words come through his mouth. It looks so easy for him, and it makes Evan want to learn more than ever. To share this, a way of talking together while letting the world as far as possible.

« Je vais l’épouser Nicolas, c’est une évidence pour moi. » 

The answer seems to be good because it pushes Nicolas to move closer and take Tommy in his arms for a quick hug, before he steps back. “We need to finish our shopping before the kids start texting to know if we’re dead. Evan, it was nice to finally meet you. We’ll let you know when we can come for dinner.”

“It was nice to meet you too, Tommy only said good things about you and I understand why.” He responds while Dan waves at them, already leaving the aisle.

“Of course he did, I’m awesome!” Nicolas’ grins get bigger, and Tommy can’t do anything but laugh and hit his shoulder playfully. “Ok, ok I get it man! Don’t bully me!”

“I’m not bullying you, I’m soothing your ego.” Tommy finally responds before his hand press more on Evan’s hip, pushing him towards the cash desks. “Have a nice trip and say hello to the kids for me!”

They are on the road to Evan’s loft when the younger one evokes the couple again, thoughtful. “He seems nice, it’s hard to understand why you broke-up.” His voice is lower than usual but he’s not worried or sad. Only curious. “Even I can’t deny the chemistry between you two.”

Tommy remains silent for a few seconds, as if lost in some memories he’s not sure how to share.

“We didn’t want the same thing for our lives at the time. He was ready for more, marriage and kids and all. I wasn’t even out; I couldn’t imagine myself with this kind of life so I let him find someone who could.”

Evan took the time to totally assimilate the words, before he asked again. “And now?”

“Now?” Tommy repeats. His smile echoes in his eyes, some bright sunshine, happiness overflowing from everywhere. It makes Evan’s heart skip a beat, and his own face light up, as if it is possible to shine more than he already does. “Now I know exactly what I want, and it is to spend the rest of my life with you, when you’ll be ready trésor.”

This time, Evan knows what he is ready for. So he pulls Tommy towards him, and kiss him like they’re the only two persons in the world.

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translation: 

- You think he's the one this time?

- He is the love of my life, I can't see myself live without him

- It's good to see you this happy Tommy, it's been a while

- In fact, I believe that you've never been this happy, right? even with me

- I'm gonna marry him Nicolas, it's obvious to me

[lilgooer]

My mom went through my room today. She hasn't mentioned it or anything but there is a million pieces of evidence that she did. The moment I stepped into my room after being at school today everything felt off, I sat down at my desk and I noticed that that the sliding door on end table next to my desk was slightly open. It wasn't open when I left for school. Then I look around and I find many other objects have been moved in my room, and that the way that my bed is made is slightly different from when I last saw it, and there's objects on my bed that weren't on it before, one of which is a kid cup that was in a bag that I hid a few of my age regression related items, you know stuff like my sippy cups and bottles. But do you want to know whats the kicker for me? My old phone was out, turned on, and somewhere else from where I previously had it. My mom attempted to go through my old phone, which we only just recently replaced with a new one that I thankfully take to school with me. Luckily I have a password on it, but it annoys me that my mom has such little trust in me when I've never gave her a proper reason not to.

The past few months have been rough, my mom had gotten a surgery recently and were one household member down now. I'm pretty sure its been more rough for her since she was the one who got the surgery. But she fully expects me to handle 10x the more weight and pressure than I had previously despite the fact that I'm not even graduated from high school yet, she expects me to be able to come to her every beck and call. She basically expects her kid who's not even out of high school yet to handle the responsibility of caring for her when her kid can barely find the motivation to clean her own room. And its really frustrating, which has lead to us having disagreements more than we did before; all of this stress has even caused me to emotionally clock out one day, and after my mom getting upset at me and leaving, caused me to have a emotional breakdown. And before she left she said that the way I'm acting is making her think to have me do a pee test, aka a drug test. Which I never had nor ever thought about having and never even gave my mom the idea that I would ever even try them. And yesterday me and my mom had another "argument" (I personally wouldn't call it that but its what my mom calls it) and now today I come home and see that she went through my room, probably thinking she'd find evidence of drugs or evidence of me speaking to people she has asked me to not speak to (aka her ex and my ex-step sister that has every issue under the sun).

She's right on the front that I'm hiding stuff from her, but she probably wasn't expecting to find what I was actually hiding. Aka, my regression gear. There's no way she hasn't seen it. She went through my bag that has my sippys and bottles in it, one of which was left on my bed. She clearly found my onesie, I had it in my closet but when I got home to was somewhere else entirely. And I'm guessing she's found my pacifiers, they're in a box in one of the cubbyholes of my bed's headboard, which is normally covered up by my mountains of pillows. But the pillow that was covering the cubbyhole this morning wasn't covering it, no, a different pillow was covering it. She barely even tried to hide the fact that she went through my room, she even forgot her grabber and left it upstairs. Also, I mentioned she had surgery, she decided that looking through my room was more important than following the rules that she was told by the doctor so she could properly heal from her surgery.

Now you may ask, why didn't you hide your stuff well enough, and all I can say is: I never expected her to go through my room, she's never gone through my room before. My stuff was hidden, but I didn't put a lot of effort in hiding them because I never thought my mom would go through my room, she's had issues for months before her surgery and even going up the stairs hurt her, I thought it was safe enough. But clearly it wasn't.

My mom hasn't said anything to me yet, not sure if she ever will. But I'm really upset about the fact that not only did she search my room, but she has the audacity to act like everything is normal and speaking to me like she didn't do anything when she knows that she did, and that she did a terrible job at hiding it.

[fexiled]

@stanuary Week Four: Strangers & Brothers

who are you again

[overtake]

Weekend Warm-Up | 2024 Miami Grand Prix

[jontaro-kun]

That one time a pose study (looking at art of pretty women and telling myself I was being productive) turned into Portia

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

More MDZS and Hollow Knight! The cool bugs I found in my backyard have started to unionize.

Part 1 - Part 3

[veinsfullofstars]

“I. Am going. To kill that rat.” “What was that, Boss?” “I said, BACK TO YOUR POSTS NOW!” “Y-Y-Yes, sir, right away, sir!”

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic, Kintsugi AU, four borderless panels featuring Dark Meta Knight, Mirror Axe Knight, and Mirror Mace Knight, in which the latter two comment on their leader’s interesting new battle scars, much to his restrained dismay. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)

Good thing his minions aren’t the brightest bulbs in the bunch - otherwise they’d’ve found out about all the friendly hugs he’s been getting in his off-time.

(… this isn’t too much, is it? Stars, I hope not. I tried to keep it vague enough that it doesn’t have to mean anything spicy. Maybe it was just a very competitive game of tag. Or maybe DMK couldn’t quite reach an itch between his wings and Daroach got a bit overenthusiastic trying to help. Basically anything that could ruin his “big scary cool toughguy” reputation. As long as DMK is too embarrassed to admit to it in front of his crew, they’re all viable options, haha.)

Started 12/25/23, finished 12/28/23, updated 01/04/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 01/04/24.

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Transcript:

Panel 1

*DMK walking forward towards our left, M!Axe and M!Mace passing by in the opposite direction, M!Axe waves cheerily to DMK, who glances at them over his shoulder*

M!Axe: Oh, Boss, there you are! Hey, how was the fight? Didja win?

DMK: Hm? What’re you talking about?

Panel 2

*reverse shot of DMK, still glancing over his shoulder, several pink scratch lines can be seen on his back and the base of his wings, each in sets of three*

M!Mace: Got some new scratches on your back, Boss. Nasty ones, too, by the look of it.

M!Axe: (laughing, impressed) Ha! Musta been one heck of a scrap to leave marks like that! I’d hate to see what happened to the other guy, haha!

Panel 3

*front shot of DMK, his eyes shrunk to dots in realization, as a thought bubble hovers over his head - a simple headshot of Daroach, grinning roguishly beneath the shadow of his hat, showing off his claws as they glint sharply*

Panel 4

*front shot of DMK, sweating and glaring fixedly off to the side, eyes still shrunk, a vivid blush inside his visor, while M!Axe and M!Mace stand where they were before behind him, heads tilted in innocent confusion*

DMK: (strained) … … … Yes. … … A fight. … That’s what happened.

[baldandgay]

It's very unfair that I can't have other party members romance each other In my main game where my Tav is in a romance with Karlach I should legally be allowed to have Gale and Astarion and Shadowheart and Lae'zel romance each other like why? let me do it damn it

[moe-broey]

Back to what I do best (bare minimum Putting My Guys In Situations shitposts) 😌

Inspo under cut!!!

[esteemed-excellency]

Submitting to the mortifying ordeal of making lovey dovey content for my lovey dovey characters

Bonus version under the cut (cw for extra arms + the usual bug mouth):

[capn-twitchery]

spiritual sequel to the accursed post of grace dying via 4 house of chimes hookups in 1 minute (but really, it's probably just canon)

(based on this image!!)

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I will make your weird masochist friend call you a tsundere and beg for you to hit him

[systarkitty]

nicky case is actually one of my favorite game devs of all time i Love indie creators who casually change peoples minds forever as their job Ohhh my god. i advise everyone to play at least two nicky case games because they're so good. my favorite games from them are We Become What We Behold and Adventures with Anxiety because those are the games i started with, but there's also Coming Out Simulator (which is more personal and semi-autobiographical) that's just as emotionally devastating.

if you show their games to someone there's a chance they've already seen them before :P yeah nicky's pretty famous, but i don't think enough people look into their work!!! they make the most mind blowing shiz and manage to lay out complex/boring ideas in a way simple minds can understand (i find this impressive!) i aspire to be like them and Hopefully open someone's eyes one day

i actually knew about Nicky's work in 2020 when i found Adventures with Anxiety, but i didn't dive deeper into their stuff until January 2024. i have NO REGRETS!!! truthfully, i never played wbwwb in previous years, i knew of its existence though. ever since i played it for the first time BLIND 6 months ago i've been a changed man. i am crazy Obsessed with it and start shaking violently whenever someone mentions it No i even start frothing at the mouth whenever i see a circle and a square next to each other I'm normal you guys i'm normal!

[front-facing-pokemon]