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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years ago

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squirrel hybrid friend hcs ; barnaby

requested by ; 🐝🍯 anon (11/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; barnaby b beagle

outline ; “Heyyyy it’s 🐝🍯 anon again! Hello!!!

:) I have come.. WITH ANOTHER REQUEST.

Hear me out.

Barnaby who’s best friends with a reader who’s a squirrel hybrid -w- nothing is different about the reader (as in they don’t really do squirrel things) they just have squirrel ears and a tail (and maybe they have this little area in the neighborhood where the neighbors let them plant acorn trees and stuff because squirrel reader just really likes acorns)

I wonder how that friendship dynamic would work out since dogs are especially known to chase squirrels and all that :0 what’s your take on it?!

(ALSO NEW FAVORITE FIC WRITER YIPPEEEEEE!!!!! Buzz buzz! 🐝)”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

your friendship was an unlikely one, that much was certain — one in direct opposition to your natural roles, to nature itself even

you’d met when he offered to help you hoist your belongings up to your treehouse — carrying chairs and beds and wardrobes with ease, his hulking form towering over your comparatively tiny silhouette

in any other situation you would have been terrified, hiding behind your tail as your ears flick back and you ready yourself to flee

but not here, not with him

this large blue canine with endearingly floppy ears and a big wet nose and a patchwork vest

this cerulean hound with the softest fur and the gentlest hands as he lifted you with ease and welcomed you to the neighbourhood with a smile that calmed you more than it should have

this silly not-so-little beagle with a fake spraying flower in his vest pocket and a collection of balls in his bag, which he juggled for you as you sat casually in your doorway — legs swinging freely off the edge of your porch

clapping and laughing and cheering and whooping as your neighbours joined it — making an event of it

filling the branches of your tree home and the expanse of your garden with laughter and joy: sewing and knitting and dancing and painting and singing and pranking and crafting and acting and everything else one could imagine

loud and boisterous but not enough to make your sensitive ears hurt

friendly and chipper and affectionate but not enough to push your boundaries — with barnaby standing beneath you and using your puffy tail as a wig as he acted out a character alongside sally and mimicked wally’s standard hairdo

by the end of the day your cheeks and sides were aching and your laughter had exhausted you thoroughly enough that you fell asleep the moment your head hit your pillows

but that was only the start of a wonderful, beautiful, bizarre friendship — and you wouldn’t have had it any other way

with a friend that woke you up every day by clumsily climbing up your tree and knocking on your window with his large paw — grinning goofily as he offered a ‘morning neighbour’ that was muffled by your window glass

with a friend who happily let you ride on his soft shoulders as you both went about your errands — you reading out your shared shopping and to-do lists whilst he responded with additions that got more and more ridiculous as he went on, only stopping when you were laughing so hard you were nearly falling off of him

with a friend who was never without a whoopee cushion or a fake flower or a buzzer or a screaming chicken or some other prank regalia

with a friend who was as fluent in dad jokes and puns as he was english — a veritable language of its own that came easier to him than thought itself

with a friend who came to you in autumn with pockets full of acorns for you to plant and store — slips stretched upwards into a cheery grin

with a friend who never fails to make you laugh so hard you nearly fold yourself in half no matter how bad of a day you’ve had

with a friend you felt grateful to have met; one mr barnaby b beagle

#sleepingdeath #🐝🍯 anon #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #welcome home fluff #welcome home x reader #barnaby b beagle fluff #barnaby b beagle x reader

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marigoldblues · 8 years ago

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Humbled, My grass is the same as your grass, and Making an effort .

As mentioned in some entry that I wrote at some point, on some day, some few weeks ago...

I'd like to blog more...

so here goes. I've never been good at keeping blog promises, so who knows how long I'll continue to update on a "regular" basis, but for now this is keeping me sane and looking forward to something that is mine--all mine, so ya...

Humbled

if you've been following my writing...., especially pieces done in the last, I don't know, 6 months (yippeeeeee...thank you!!)

Anyway, you might have noticed there is a common elated, but somewhat frustrated bewilderment of "oh my god, I didn't realize THIS is how it was going to be..."

Some days, I feel like I've been kicked to my knees. Every once in awhile, I feel like I should be the winner at the made up "mother of the century" pageantry in my mind. (Trust me, I've practiced my winning wave, and rehearsed my acceptance speech on my amazing abilities to do a diaper change WHILE keeping my little one smiling the entire time)

But the one steady constant I've felt during my few highs and many lows is something kind of new to me...I've been humbled.

Ive always been a kinda sassy Judgmental-Judy type person. My vantage point always seems to be from above, effortlessly gazing down on the world--and it's not something I'm really proud of (anymore.)

i don't know where I got this chip on my shoulder, but these recent months of constantly being beaten down by minute-to-minute on the job training, has me feeling lower than low.

Nowadays, instead of looking down to see what the rest of the world is doing, I'm squinting my eyes and straining my neck trying to see what's taking place in the world that is resting on the top floor of a skyscraper towering over me.

All of the advice I used to give new first time moms and parents of multiple children (while I myself was single without children) now all seems like ludicrous trash. And when I think of my former pretentious art-teacher-self relentlessly berating parents about how they should be doing art with their children, and how "i know you're busy, but it's really not that hard to do..." makes me kind of want to vomit and throw a mini tantrum at how lame I was to everyone. Because seriously, at least right now in my life, looking at a paint brush is equivalent to being knee-deep in the Freddy Kruger Nightmare on Elm street pt.1 (the scariest one in my opinion)

Like, I seriously can't even fathom pushing paint out of a tube right now. And ya, I hear you "well, no one is expecting you to paint portraits while breastfeeding a 3month old"

duh, I know that...

but I guess, putting that "mom of the century" sash with the winners crown really isn't so make believe to me ...and wanting to be on the top of the mountain verses feeling like I'm swimming in the gutter is a lot more appealing to me than I thought...

but the reality that is hitting me over and over in the face like an endless game of paddleball is that, it's just not gonna happen right now--and that all of my unrealistic expectations are just that, unrealistic.

I'm no better (and possibly never have been) than the lady with the 5'oclock shadow holding her screaming child's hand trying to balance everything in her purse/shopping cart/life standing next to me in line at Foodland

--sigh--

and maybe once I can fully swallow that pill and let it digest without sticking my finger down my throat to try and up-chuck that fact--I'll finally be alright.

This is me and my new humbled self.

Love it? Ya, Me too.

haha.

Anyway, that leads me to my next section (yay for transitions)

My Grass is the Same Color as your Grass..

There is some type of misconception that since I'm a stay at home mom somehow my life is SO much easier than the working mom's/woman's life.

Well, let me break it down like this:

1) my life is awesome. I got exactly what I asked for since I was like 10yrs old.

ive always said, if I have kids (which I never thought I would) that i wanted to be a stay at home wife/mom. Maybe other women are willing to burn their bras to be a hardcore working mom, but I'll sew a bra to stay home and take care of the kids.

I am so very thankful that I fell in love and married a man that treats me wonderfully and gives me a very secure life, which allows me to live out my manifestation.

+*Of course eventually, I would like to start working again...but we'll cross that bridge when we get there**

Anyway, with that said, this is also no walk in the park... i don't have parents or extended family that i can lean on to watch Yume anytime I want to "take a break."

i dont get to drive in a car blasting music without a baby in the car seat behind me, I don't have other adults to interact with for 6+ hours a day, There is no point in getting dressed nicely or putting make-up on, which in my world-- if you know me at all--is pretty big heartbreaking fucking deal.

I'm the only person who can watch Yume. I don't have other options. My mom is sick, and my mother in law is elderly, my sister is busy working, my sister in law is out of state, and my husband works anywhere from 6-10 hours on any given day...

so it really is JUST me. Although we live a comfortable lifestyle, it could easily get very uncomfortable to try and afford crazy tuition to send Yume to germ infested daycare where she'll probably get sick on a weekly basis.

So seriously, it's cheaper and far safer to have me to stay at home with Yume. Which *viola* is what we are doing.

I could easily say that being a single mom with healthy parents who are willing to watch baby while mommy goes to work, or wants to have a night out to drink, has it waaaaaaaaay easier than I...

But, in my recent growth spurt of maturity, I've also come to realize that my Grass is the same color as your Grass. What's brown in my garden may be green in yours, but the area of your garden which is allllllll unkept and nasty, is nice, and lush in mine.

So there is my tired, somewhat bitter rant for 2017. Hopefully it's my first and last.

Now....Finally, to the last section which will kinda contradict most of this blog, :)

Making an Effort

I'm making an effort to create again~

as I said in sooooo many words above, it's really hard to find the time, and I'm exhausted, and alone...and, and, and ...fill in the rest with my laundry list of reasons.

but, nevertheless, I feel like the effort is everything. It's the only way I'll ever feel like a human being again (and the only way to get the sash and "mother of the century" crown i soooo desire, haha)

So I'm starting small with the DIY sound shakers, and as nap schedules change, and wakeful playing times open up, I'm going to make the effort to start creating again.

I have soooooo many ideas for DIY learning tools for the baby Yooom'z...

I just need to make the effort to work little at a time to create. I can do it, I just have to reallllllly try.

I mean, If the end-all-be-all goal is to be a full-time artist then I have to keep going to reach it, no matter what. That's what I want Yume to see in me--a Mommy that is ultra creative and who makes the effort....

Dean and I chose the name "Yume" (Dream) because she is our dream, but what we both love about each other is that we have our own dreams that drive us to keep going.

My dream is to be an artist/life long creator (aka, crafter.)

i feel like now, more than ever, it is extremely important for me to keep my dream in sight, because can't you tell, it's so easy for life and responsibilities, and the mundane day-to-day to cloud the finish line.

I have a life-long cheerleader watching my every move, and I want every move to be in the direction of my dream.

So, along with making the effort to keep up this blog...I'm going to make the effort to slowllllllllllly create and do art again.

ive been using our daily walks to view the world the way I used to when I was in high school: looking at colors of objects and thinking of which paints to mix to recreate the color.

As stated so, so, soooooooooooo many times, I'm in no position to open up paints and buy canvas now, but that doesn't mean ever...

But, by keeping these thoughts active and prepping and pre-chopping my designs, and keeping my inspirations simmering low on the stove, I'm ensuring that when I am ready to start cooking most of the meal will almost be ready. (Can you tell that I watch the food network all day?)

so that's that.

take care Care Bears, thanks for reading! Gotta go get my hiking gear to get back up my mountain to get that chip on my shoulder again, haha juuuuuuuuuuust kidding

❤

winnie

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