#Sports med quotes

[thornsofrosesdumps]

Team STRQ as sports med quotes.

Tai: now all we have to do is find the proximal anchor.

Qrow: I’m not a goddamn Ship, What Anchor?

Tai: How are you not falling this class

———

Raven: I just remembered how your arm bones work, I am not having a fun time anymore.

Qrow: I don’t think you’ve ever had a fun time.

———

Tai: How much trouble do you think I’ll get in if I Maim one of the coaches

Summer: No, bad, no. Don’t.

Qrow: which one?

Tai: Uh, Coach James

Summer: I retract my statement do it. Now.

———

Tai; I think god hates us.

Summer: I think we hate ourselves more.

———

Raven: The worst mistake I made was spending my money on this class.

Summer: You have to spend money on this class?

Raven: Yeah

Summer: I thought education was free in this country.

Raven: Then think again!

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✧ Heart eyes

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut, tiny bit of angst, fluff, some coarse language, hospital settings & procedure, mentions to medical/chronic condition and pain, body image struggles

Part 2 of ‘You think so?’ | Kiss prompt 17: to distract

“Hey, good morning, honey.” AJ stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom, sporting a grey beanie and matching sweater. Your gaze tore away from the ceiling as you grumbled quietly and looked at her.

Her eyes softened, brows furrowed together in concern. “Hey…what’s the matter? Is the pain bad? Do you wanna see a doctor?”

“I don't want to.” You let out a quiet sigh. “Please. It’s be stupid to go for just this bruise.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” AJ said back calmly, “That fall triggered your chronic pain and you know it.”

“It’s the weather.” You rolled around to face away from her.

“I bought breakfast.” She says, a comforting hand on your side, “Your favourite.”

You inhaled carefully, “I’m not hungry.”

You had this terrible habit every now and then, of not wanting to eat. AJ gets it, she really does. But sometimes, she lets her emotions get the best of her. She gets annoyed, pissed off, even. And even though she doesn’t like to show it, you could still feel it, so you just stayed quiet. It wasn’t going to help either of you if you continued disagreeing with her about eating.

“Honey.” Her hand squeezes your side a little and you cringe. To you it felt like she was pinching your fats— she wasn’t. It just felt like that to you in moments like these. Your appetite was rapidly poor due to the weather inducing your plethora of pain across your body, and the bruise became the least of your problems just as quickly.

“I don’t want to right now, the pain’s bothering me too much.” You muttered, still refusing to look at her.

You told her to leave you alone, and she did. But not before she left your correct dosage of pain meds and water on the nightstand. “Take it, okay? Then go back to sleep if you want to.” She presses a kiss to the side of your head. She put your breakfast in the fridge then sat down at the dining table to have her own. After she’d eaten, she returned to the bedroom to check on you. You’d taken your meds so she took the cup away and went to fill up your water bottle instead so you could have that right by you if you needed something to drink. AJ paced the room for a minute before she decided to look through her art notebook to see if any of her half-baked ideas could get completed today.

She stares at this page with a sketch of the words ‘you are my greatest adventure’, which looked like clouds. Her thumb brushes over the details as she looks at the page, her mind running with ideas all of a suddenly. AJ swiftly grabs a pencil from the coffee table and began working, finalizing the look of the words, the objects in the background, and what colours she wanted to use. Once she started, she couldn’t stop until she was done. And boy was glad she could get that piece completed. She got the idea over a month ago when the two of you were snuggled up on the couch rewatching Disney movies— The Incredibles, actually. She had no idea why it took her this long, everything she needed was right in front of her all this time: you. That was your favourite movie, the quote resonated with her, and she could’ve made use of the film’s main colours to fill up the page. But instead, she’s ignored it because she didn’t think it was good enough, almost too readily to leave it as a rough sketch.

Getting to work on art calmed her down. Her frustration dwindled away when she put her pencil down, satisfied with the work she’s done in the last hour or so. You were still asleep, but AJ had the second best company right now— her notebook. It always kept her occupied while you were asleep, or at work, or just out of the house without her. To her, nothing beats being with you and you felt that way about her as well. But dealing with chronic pain meant that you were irritable some days, which she entirely understood and always does her best to help you. Your low moods made it harder to show appreciation so you usually isolated yourself until the pain passed. She’d almost always still sit with you though, other days you’d be clingy, so it wasn’t exactly predictable. An injury in high school caused your desmoid tumour to become a thing, and its rarity made it incredibly difficult to get diagnosed and treated. But you were lucky enough to have been free from a recurrence until half a year ago.

You woke up at about thirty minutes to noom, and she heated up your food for you without saying anything. “I’m sorry, I just…I’m not feeling the best and I didn’t mean to just shut you out like that.”

“I know, and I know you’re sorry. I know you’ll never just ignore me for no reason.” She assured, “Try and eat okay? I’m right here with you.”

You nodded, flashing her a soft smile, “Thank you.”

AJ smiled back, sitting right next to you now. Eating a snack plate as you picked up your bagel sandwich from the plate and took a bite. Hesitant at first, but you soon relaxed and could finish the whole thing. When AJ saw that you had finished your food, she practically abandons her half-eaten plate of snacks and fruit then pulled you onto her lap. You squealed, taken aback. “Give me a kiss.”

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You pouted and shook your head no, just to play with her.

“You want a kiss?” She asks, brushes the hair out of your eyes. Her gaze melts into yours, so soft and full of love…it makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy. It made you smile.

Responding with a subtle nod, she leaned in, connecting her lips with yours like two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together. It starts off gentle, and slow. But she refuses to let go of you, and you didn’t want this to stop. You laughed breathily, feeling her hands on either side of your head. She smiles into the kiss, seemingly never ending but neither of you could get enough. AJ hoists you up and walked over to the couch, placing you down carefully and straddles you quickly enough so that your lips didn’t break away from each other’s. You squirmed beneath her, “You can’t sit on—”

“I know, sorry.” She shifted herself off of you, fast. Anyway, thank goodness for having a sectional couch. AJ kissed her way downwards, skilfully palming your breast in the meantime. She looped her finger through the hem of your shorts and underwear when her lips got to the waistline, eyes watching you, and asking silently if it was okay before she proceeded. You could only nod, then she agily removed those two pieces of clothing and tossed them aside. Pushing your legs apart, her fingers slid down your folds, pushing themselves into you and hooking upward to hit your sensitive spot. You let out a shaky breath, squirming as her hand grabs your inner thigh. Her fingers retract, then her hand leaves your thigh and moves to your clit. Her left thumb rubs your clit rhythmically, then her mouth replaced her fingers, tongue lapping up and down your folds. Your wetness grew, noises started to come out of your mouth, making AJ chuckle. She riles you up just enough then breaks away from you to watch you, heavily breathing and writing. “Such a pretty girl.”

Your cheeks were almost instantly flushed as you turned to look away. “Hey, look at me.” She said gently, finger tilting your face by the chin. You looked at her, though. So she continued her actions, not wanting to push you too much. Within seconds, you feel her lips peppering kisses all over your inner thighs, as if on reflex your hand was squeezing your own tit for more stimulation. AJ had half a mind to push your hand away and replace it with her own, but she doesn’t, she lets you do it. Gradually, her lips found its way back to your cunt, covering just about every part of it before her tongue smoothly slides into your entrance. You yelped, feeling the steady movement of her tongue, the surge after surge of pleasure in your core, the metaphorical coil within you tightening ever so slowly. AJ was taking her time, but you weren’t complaining. You loved this pace, and whatever she was doing. It always feels out of this world.

A whine falls from your lips, her hand that was grabbing your tit loosens and falls lazily to your side. A chuckle from her has you seething feeling the warmth against your own, you throbbed against her mouth, AJ persisted, satisfied. It felt so fucking good.

“Fuck.” You cursed when she added her fingers into the mix once again, “Fuck— fuck, that feels so— that feels so good.” You panted.

“Oh yeah? It does?” Asked AJ, sweetly, “That’s great. Keep going.”

You whimpered in response, gnawing on your lower lip.

“That’s my girl.” She grins, looking up at you, her chin glistening with a small mess of your arousal. You gulped, whining once again at the sight as your hand blindly found its way to the back of her head and guided her back into place. She reciprocated eagerly, you could feel her smiling against you, then her lips wrapped around that sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves at the top. You gasped, fingers tangling in her thick hair and your nails dug into her scalp, keeping her perfectly in place. Not like she wanted to leave…but she loved how eager you were now, and she made sure you knew that, by picking up her pace and getting you closer and closer to your release. The closer you got, the tighter your thighs clamped themselves on either side of her head. You knew AJ was more than happy about it, but she always does this— pushing your legs back open then expertly resting them on her shoulders. Somehow, she gets closer to you, and the slight breakaway worked in both your favours. You were too eager to get her back to you, and she also gets to have a peek of what she’s done to you.

Her two fingers glided up and down your folds, idly, watching you clench around nothing…the arousal leaking out of you without an end. She loved watching you, seeing you so blissed out already and on cloud nine. AJ hears nothing but her name, your breathy whines and whimpers, long strings of curse words…her definition of heaven on Earth. She loved you, every inch of you. Sometimes, your mind makes it for you to know that. But AJ works even harder for you to remember.

“AJ, please— I need more, I’m so close.” You nearly groaned trying to hold back, your words came out strangled…nearly pitiful. Your chest was heaving, it was getting harder for you to breathe, and your limbs felt tingly: your climax was close. With a loving smile on her face that ignited a swarm of butterflies in your chest swarming south, a needy whine erupts from your throat prompting AJ to dive right back in, sucking at the nub forcefully and plunging her fingers in and out of you to get you to that high you’ve been wanting. When your back arched, AJ started going at an ungodly pace to push you over the edge while you rewarded her efforts by spilling her name out of your mouth in an unending stream.

You came right into her mouth. Your body trembled until you feel her hand on your thigh, that calming touch brought you down from your high as you found your breath.

She carefully hovers over you to capture your lips into her own, you unintentionally made a little bit of a noise when you tasted yourself on her lips, but hearing her say ‘I love you’ made your heart flutter, and had your eyes completely focused on her face, barely inches away from your own.

You laughed, probably a little delirious from the intense high, “I love you too.”

“I distracted you good, didn’t I?” She chuckles too, pressing another kiss to your lips before climbing off you and helping you up.

You nodded, breath still slightly unsteady, “Yeah, you— you definitely did.”

She pulled you up and said, “I think you should take a shower.”

“Mm, no I think you should come with me.” You sighed.

“Didn’t say I wasn’t. Just gonna clean up this little mess on the couch before I jump in there with you.” AJ snickers, planting a kiss to your cheek.

You swatted her on the chest and blushed, leaning your head on her shoulder for a second. “Okay.”

“Okay. You good?” She looked at you, concerned and serious.

“Yeah, yeah I can manage.” You nodded firmly, “Don’t take too long, though.”

“Can’t get enough of me, honey?” She teased.

“I just…want your company.”

“I know.” She smiled sweetly, cupping your cheek, “I’ll just be a couple minutes, okay?”

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The next morning, you were at the hospital for a routine MRI scan, and like always, they’d have to set an IV plug for them to administer contrast fluid to help with the clarity of the scan. You’ve always hated this part, four times a year for the last five years…yet each time, you’ve only seemed to dread it more and more. “Okay, so we’re doing it on the left side then?” The doctor asks in confirmation.

“It only works on this side, so, yeah.” You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Hey.” AJ’s hand found its way to your free hand, intertwining your fingers, “Look at me. Look at me, honey.”

You slowly looked at AJ instead, letting the doctor do what was needed. “It’s gonna be alright, just focus on me, honey.”

You feel the elastic band around your wrist being tightened, AJ then made eye contact with the doctor. She seemingly got AJ’s hint and went ahead to insert the needle. At the same time, AJ’s lips met yours in complete surprise. You didn’t see either of those things coming but could only focus on the latter, much to your own relief and AJ’s. “Okay, you’re all done.” The doctor declared, “One try.”

“Oh, thank you. That was the quickest one I’ve ever had done.”

“Tried my best.” She smiled kindly, “Another doctor will be by in a minute to explain the scan to you. You know the drill. Then, you’ll be ready for the scan.”

You and AJ both nodded, fully knowing what to expect already. “Thanks.” AJ said quickly before that doctor departed.

“Now, I’ll be waiting right outside. Then, we’ll be going into the city for lunch, okay? And then, we’ll be at Build a Bear so you can get one like you always do after an MRI.”

You smiled, getting a little teary eyed. You honestly weren’t too sure if it was because you were touched or if it was the nerves. Maybe both. “You’re okay, my love. I promise. I’ll be right outside, it’ll be done before you know it.”

“You don’t have to take me to—”

She shook her head, cupping your cheek, “It’s the least I could do to bring a little bit of joy to you after…all this.”

A tear slipped from your eye, you chuckled, “Thank you. It means so much to me that you care as much as you do.”

“You’re my whole world, y/n.” She sighs, gazing into your eyes, “And right now…” AJ holds your face, “I’ve got my whole world in my hands. There’s nothing I won’t do to protect you and give you everything you deserve. Because I love you so much, and I want you to be by my side…for as long as you can be.”

“I love you.” You mouthed, swallowing the tears but a bright smile automatically gets plastered on your face, “I love you more than anything.”

She dries your tears and calmed you back down right as the next doctor came into the MRI suite waiting area. He gives you both the familiar rundown of the imaging procedure and the risks of the contrast. Again, you’ve both heard it so many times you could recite it. But still, you listened.

Finally, the scan took place and it went by smoothly. You were allowed to leave afterwards and you went looking for AJ outside in the other waiting room she said she’d be in. She looks up, and you both lock eyes. “Hi, baby.” She hugs you tightly. “Hi.” You smiled, sniffling.

“C’mon, let’s get going. Gotta eat.” AJ nudged, softly taking your hand into hers and brushing her thumb over the bandaid.

“Do you wanna get pizza?” You ask while getting into the car.

“Yeah, sure. Where from?”

“Bleecker Street?”

“Great choice. Was thinking the same.” She grins, shutting the door on her side and starting the engine, “Then Rockefeller?”

“Definitely.” You confirmed, “Never going back to the store at the Empire State if we don’t have to.”

She chuckles, “Well, I hear ya. It’s somehow more crowded whenever we try to go to that one.”

Typically, you guys would be home by sundown, but today in the spur of the moment…you and AJ decided to get some snacks and sat on a pier to watch the sunset down on the skyline of Manhattan. Pebble Beach was one of your favourite spots— it was where AJ actually confessed to you. That memory always makes you feel happy.

“What a day.” You laid your head on hers, “I’m so glad it’s almost over.”

She wraps her arm around your waist, holding you close. “You woke up pretty early, I know. It was a lot. Do you wanna go home yet?”

“Not yet.“ You blocked a yawn with the back of your hand, “Maybe when it gets dark.”

“Sure, honey.” AJ agrees, tilting your face towards her by a finger on your cheek. Looking into those…heart eyes of hers. Always felt like home. Always. Then came a cheeky peck on the lips which made you giggle, “Can’t get enough of me, babe?”

“Of course I can’t.” She smirked playfully, giving you yet another smooch on the lips. “You’re mine.”

“And how lucky I am to be yours, AJ.”

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This chapter was supposed to be purely fluff but it clearly took some turns🫢

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Cyare Verd

*OC Raven X Hunter

Previous Chapter - Chapter Three: Ruins of War

Chapter Four: Nerf Nuggets

Finally, back on the ship we are all able to take a deep breath. I slide my helmet off with a sigh of relief. Hunter looks back from the pilot seat, the two of us lock eyes. Concern etched into his features, eyes pleading with a question ‘is everyone alright?’ A tight smile and nod seems to set him at ease.

I turn to Tech and gesture to his leg. "Did you want help properly setting that?"

Wrecker strolls past us for the bunks. "What happened?"

"150 kilograms. And yes. I will." Tech’s reply.

He throws an arm over my shoulder and I help him to a seat in front of the navi. computers, setting my helmet into the seat next to him. Once he is settled, I head towards the back in search of med supplies and find a kit.

Tech removes his armor, while I dig through the kit. I pull out a bacta patch – which will do nothing – to find a more suitable bandage and splints to support his leg. Quietly, I get to work wrapping while he holds the splints in place.

“You were a great help to us today.”

"I'm sure you guys would have been fine without me. You seem quite capable" I quirk a brow, quoting him from earlier. He chuckles followed by a grunt.

"Ni ceta (sorry)" I’m suddenly conscious about how rough I might be.

"It's quite alright" he assured, pushing his goggles up on his face.

I nod at my work. “You should be all good now.”

"Thank you again" he says looking up at me from his seat.

"Ba'gedet'ye (You're welcome).”

Grabbing my helmet off the seat next from him, loud snores fill the space. Through the doorway, Wrecker has one leg off the bed sound asleep. I shake my head and continue towards the cockpit. Echo and Hunter quiet when I approach.

"Don't stop just because I'm here" I jest.

Echo offers me a smile before getting up, "You can sit here, I'm going to try and get some rest. Good job today." I nod at him as he goes.

Making myself comfortable, I place my helmet on the console in front of me and let my hair down. Hunter gives me a look out of the corner of his eye, but I notice he doesn't look away.

"Something I can do for you Sarge?" I run my fingers through the ends of my hair to get the knots out. A playful smile dancing across my face. He shifts before speaking.

“Echo told me. What you did for them.”

“Just got us out of a bind is all.” I can’t help but wonder what else he told him.

Silence overcomes the two of us. For a moment he studies my face like he’s seeing right through me. Those warm amber eyes could melt your soul. That thought does some funny things to my stomach and I find myself studying his face. For the first time I think I’m really seeing him. And he's not bad looking.

Wavy brown hair that’s kept at bay with a red bandana. A few rogue strands brush his forehead. From there begins the skull tattoo that covers half his face trailing down to his chin. Followed by a strong jawline that’s currently sporting a 5 o'clock shadow. Why have I never noticed?

He shifts - probably feeling uncomfortable under my heavy gaze. Now who's staring.

Clearing my throat, I turn back forward and watch as space flies by at hyper speed. My curiosity gets the best of me again and I peak one eye open, Hunter is focused on the console in front of him. Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms over my chest and get comfortable. Space is so mesmerizing I end up falling asleep.

Hunter

I wait until breathing evens out before stealing another look at her. Her features are soft and peaceful compared to the conflict that's been written all over her face. Though even with the weariness painted across her features, she's still the most alluring woman I’ve ever seen.

Something deep inside of me craves to have those hazel eyes on me. The thought sends goosebumps erupting all over my arms. She shifts slightly, causing a few pieces of her golden hair to fall in her face. Unable to stop myself, I reach over and brush them behind her ear, gently dragging my knuckles over her cheek bone. Her soft supple skin is a feeling I savor. It’s only then that I notice the jewelry in her ear. A few small silvery studs sparkle. A constellation between her lobe and cartilage.

I wouldn’t have considered her complexion to be pale but compared to my tan calloused hands. For a while I watch as she sleeps far more peacefully than she did the previous time. Mentally I pray to whatever powers that be it stays that way for her sake. Though, even with the weariness on her features, she still is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.

For a time, I let her sleep there before moving her to a bunk. She doesn’t so much as stir as I slide one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back. Her head lulls against my chest and her scent drifts to my nose. It's so delicate yet so intoxicating. Forever altering the chemistry of my brain. I can’t help but take it like a man deprived of water.

Her heart beats at a slower cadence. The sound floods my ears and I swear my heart syncs with hers. She buries her head further into my shoulder and breathes in deep. “You smell nice.” My chest vibrates with a quiet chuckle.

My senses start working overtime trying to focus on one thing but there's too much of her too close. For all that time, I cursed the Kaminoans for making me this way. Overwhelmed by everything and anything until I learned to tune it out. Now, there's nothing I wouldn’t do to let them get lost in everything she is.

It’s then that the entire galaxy comes to a halt- a screeching standstill. Echo was right. I’ve got it bad for her.

Raven

I feel myself slipping slowly back into consciousness but don’t bother to move or open my eyes. The dead silence is quite peaceful until it registers there's no hum from the Marauder’s engines.

Blinking open my eyes, it takes a moment for them to adjust. The sight before me is none other than the frame of the bunk above. Alright. This is definitely not where I remember being before I fell asleep.

It takes me a few more minutes to wake up enough to roll over. Inhaling, a musky male scent fills my nostrils. There’s something warm and inviting in it. I savor it, not wanting to get up. How in haran (hell) did I get here though? I wrack my brain but don't remember getting up or laying down. For that matter, I don’t remember having nightmares either.

Shuffling under the blanket, my foot hits something hard before it clatters to the floor with a loud ringing. “Osik (shit)” I cringe at the sound of beskar.

Slowly I raise myself onto my elbows and lean out into the walkway. As far as I can tell I’m alone. My elbow slips and I catch myself just before my face meets the floor. I can’t even remember the last time I slept that good.

With a second to collect myself, I stand and scoop my helmet up. A quick inspection proves there’s no new marks in the paint from where it hit the floor. I place it over my head and grab my things before making my way down the Marauder’s ramp. My stomach clenches because Cid is not going to be happy. I'm also not going to get paid now.

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The Parlor for once is quiet which is a nice relief. Wrecker is playing Dejarik with one of the frequent flyers, Echo and Tech are talking to Hunter.

Thankfully I have my helmet on otherwise I probably would look like an animal in speeder headlights. Let’s face it. I’m still waking up. A shower would be helpful.

Heading over to Hunter I toss my bag on the bar top. "Where's Cid?"

As if on cue she comes bursting from her office, "Alright let's get to work shall we. Oh. Well look who finally decided to join us" She says putting her hands on her hips.

"That last job wasn't on us-" I get defensive before she cuts me off.

"I know, I know. But I've got something else." For once she seems to be expressing understanding. Imagine that.

"Who says I want another job?" I sass crossing my arms. I’m definitely awake now.

"You technically still owe me" Cid gives me a nasty look.

"Fine."

"You too, Bandana. Just the two of you. Should be easy enough" Cid gestures at Hunter. He and I exchange a look - sending heat spread throughout my core - before we follow her to her office.

"This one is easy, I promise. All I need you two to do is pick up 50 cases of Nerf nuggets and get them to their destination." Cid explains.

Disbelief replaces the anxiety of being alone with Hunter. "You're joking right? You want him - a highly trained clone with enhance senses - and me - a skilled Mandalorian warrior - to make a milk run?" I sass gesturing between Hunter and myself. He huffs out a small laugh I almost missed before rambling. "Don't you think that's over kill?"

I think about it for a second, taking my helmet off putting it under one arm "You know what? Never mind, I'm sure it's as bad as it sounds. But please continue." Out of the corner of my eye I catch Hunter watching me with an amused expression.

Cid gives me a look, "You'll need to leave soon to pick them up. Here are the details." She hands Hunter a datapad.

"To think I could just relax." I shake my head and run a hand down my face.

"Oh and you’ll need plain clothes . Alright now get out" Cid gestures to my armor. Rolling my eyes, I head for the door.

As Hunter and I leave her office, I mumble a string of curses in mando’a. He looks over his shoulder at me with a raised brow. My annoyance gets the best of me.

“Don’t enjoy it too much.”

Before he can respond I make my way to the bar and grab my bag. As much as I understand why she probably asked me to, I don't have to like it.

"Where are you guys going? Can we come with you?" Wrecker asks, trying to see what's on the datapad.

"No, Raven and I are leaving tonight. We should be back in 2 rotations. Stay here and stay out of trouble" Hunter commands the group.

It’s the first time my name has left his lips and the way he says it? A shiver threatens to run down my spine.

"Roger.”

Echo offers Hunter a nod. "Stay safe out there."

"We'll be fine. Besides, ‘Bandana’ has me as a copilot." Hunter scoffs at the nickname but all I can do is smirk.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I make my way towards the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Hunter sounds as if he was planning to leave now.

I scoff. “We can leave as soon as I’ve had a chance to shower.”

”The Marauder has a shower.”

Spinning around, I cross my arms over my chest. ”I’m not showering on the ship.”

My unyielding eyes meet his. He doesn’t seem to appreciate the challenge but something sparks behind his eyes. “One hour” he barks.

Turning on my heel I slowly saunter up the stairs. If he thinks he can order me around like one of his men, he’s got another thing coming.

It takes me an hour and fifteen minutes to get myself cleaned up in one of the spare rooms. What can I say? Hot running water was just too good to be true. I also took the opportunity to clean my flight suit.

With one last look in the mirror, I’m not disappointed by what looks back at me. For once the bags under my eyes weren’t that noticeable. I also find I’m not mad about not wearing my beskar.

Clad in dark gray skinny jeans, my tipical boots, and a fitted blue tank top that allows my tattoo to be seen. One of a raven - naturally - in flight. With one wing out stretched across my back and the other peaks over my left shoulder just touching my collar bone. The way the feathers curl, from the front they’re all that's visible.

The day I got this and showed Kal’Buir he admired it expressionless. At first I thought he was going to scold me, but when his smile spread of ear to ear. He told me that a wolf and a raven was a good omen in an upcoming battle. I never thought about why he gave me that name until day. He always just said I was good luck.

A bittersweet smile forms at the memory.

Grabbing my bag and black leather jacket, I collect myself before facing the others.

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My boots click on each step as I make my way back to the main floor.

“I said an hour. It’s been well over that.” Hunter snaps. He doesn’t bother looking up from his spot at the bar.

A devilish smile spreads across my face. Testing his patience is way more fun than it should be. The others are doing whatever it is they do when they’re here but by the tension in the room, they’re listening.

“An hour and 15” I sass tossing my jacket over my shoulder for added effect. It’s only when I make my way over to the bar and sling my pack on it does he look up. I watch as his eyes roam over my exposed shoulder and the tattoo. Those honey brown eyes finally make their way to my face.

I quirk a brow. "This gonna work for you Sarge?" Might as well call him out for staring.

"Yeah. That's fine." he says, trying to act relaxed. A smile pulls at the corner of my lips, "We should probably get going."

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Hunter wanted to check a few things on the Marauder while I head inside. Settling in I tuck my bag away before taking the co-pilot seat. It takes him about 10 minutes before I hear boots on the durasteel floor.

“Get lost back there?” I jest. He just throws me a look before taking a seat next to me.

Quietly I watch as he programs the hyperdrive and preps the ship to take off. His jaw muscle flexes periodically like he’s deep in through. With a glance from him, I look out the window and watch as Ord Mantell becomes smaller and smaller until we’re out of the atmosphere.

I break the silence. "We should eat." He hums in response like his mind is somewhere else. Alrighty then.

I make my way to the kitchenette at the back of the Marauder. Truthfully it isn’t much but I guess when you have 4 adult men on board they really don’t need much. Just simple meals to keep them going. But I swear if I have to eat another ration bar I might lose the little sanity I have left.

After spending a decent amount of time scouring the place, I find odds and ends of things to make us some version of pog soup. Typically there are far more spices in it - not to mention some kind of protein - but they seem to be running low on supplies. With two steaming bowls I head back to the cockpit.

“Here” I shove one practically in his face.

He takes the bowl with a cautious look. I move to the seat next to him and fold my legs underneath me.

“Pog soup. Or what I could make of it.” Swirling my spoon in my bowl I realize now how sad of an excuse for a cook I am. Most Mandalorian women were raised to fight and cook. Being that it was only me and Kal’Buir for the longest time, I only learned how to make what he knew. What all Mandalorian hunting parties ate- Pog soup.

The two of us quietly lift a spoon to our mouths. The warm soup hits my taste buds and I realize now why there were so many spices in it. This is awful. One glance at Hunter and I can tell he’s trying not to cringe.

“Alright so I’m no cook. It's better with all the spices in it I swear.”

He goes back for another spoonful. I’m stunned to silence, unsure of how to take that.

“It beats the ration bars.” A small smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. My eyes are immediately drawn to it.

“I’ve eaten far too many of those lately myself.”

He huffs a laugh and the two of us go back to eating. It doesn’t las long, my mouth gets the best of me.

"I still don't get why you don't just disappear. Head to some back word and lay low."

He sighs. "None of us know life outside of war."

I choose to say nothing, more knowing I'm really in no place to judge. Hunter hesitates to say more. The silence is deafening to the point where my thoughts wander back to my time on Kamino.

Conversations that seem like so long ago with the Sargent before me. They flowed with such ease. Discussing missions and what they could have done better.

That last part always threw me for a loop. ‘What they could have done better’ they did their job exceedingly well during the war. I don't think anyone even dared to question their tactics - even as unoradox as they were. I admired them for it.

“The other day, Tech asked how I knew Cid.” I start deciding to come clean about that at least. “Let’s just say a friend of mine and I got into some trouble and she bailed us out. Now I owe her when she sees fit. But I’m sure by now you know how she can be.”

He huffs his agreement but says nothing more.

The Marauder makes a noise like it's preparing to come out of hyperspace. I reach out a hand to take his bowl. He hands it to me and offers a nod.

“Vor entye (Thank you).”

His use of mando’a throws me. This whole time he’s never indicated he knew any. A small smile. The first one I can remember in a long time, finds its way to the surface. The way he looks at me kicks up butterflies in my stomach.

“Ba’gedet’ye (You’re welcome).”

After cleaning up our bowls and spoons, I grab my pack to find my vambraces. Once they are secured to my forearms, I shrug my jacket on. Hunter meets me at the ramp.

"Ready?" He asks.

“Let's get this over with" my usual sass making it’s grand entrance.

Hunter nods at me and presses a button. The ramp groans as it unfolds for me.

The brightness of the sun takes my eyes a second to adjust to as I stand in the doorway. Once they finally do, I spot a short man with a data pad. He pays me no mind as I approach, more focused on what he’s doing - this feels familiar.

"You must be Cid's pick up person" he says craning his neck to finally look up at me.

With a quick survey of the area it’s clear our cargo isn’t here. "Where are the cases?"

Nervousness visibly sets in the man's features, "Getting ready to be loaded, they'll be here any second.”

We both stand there in silence for a while and I contemplate my interactions with Hunter. It’s admirable what he’s clearly doing for his men. The man I met on Kamino would have done anything for them then too. I might even mind myself caring a little more than I should about him. Everyone I care about ends up getting taken from me. The final thought agitates because with that logic I’ll be alone forever.

I place my hand over one of my blasters. "I'm getting impatient, Where are the cases?"

The man fumbles with the datapad and seems to be trying to make a call.

"Everything alright?" Hunter’s impatient.

I raise my vambrace - consealed under my coat sleeve - to my mouth, "Not sure, checking on it now. I'll keep you updated." So much for a milk run.

"Something is wrong. I can't get a hold of my men. There are bandits you know, they steal stuff. Anything!" The man says frantically.

"Hunter, we've got a problem. you're gonna wanna come out here."

"Roger." The fact that he answered me like his men answer him is funny.

Hunter comes down the ramp. "So much for a milk run." So he can make jokes can he? I roll my eyes. "What seems to be the problem?" He asks the man.

The man explains what he just did to me but this time he tells us where the cases are supposed to be coming from.

"Great. We can track it from there" I suggest.

Hunter doesn't say anything but I follow his gaze - to a speeder bike.

"Oh, No. I'm driving."

He looks at me "Nice try." I quirk a brow.

“I’m not one of your men you can order around.”

Hunter gives me a look with a hint of amusement. "You like arguing with me."

"Do not.”

"Do too.”

"I'm still driving and that's an order.”

"Orders only work on your men!" I’m practically yelling at this point. Thinking I've finished the argument I head for the speeder.

I get on so that Hunter is forced to get on behind me, or so I thought. Before I have time to process, he’s picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder. Too stunned to speak, I scoff. Heat floods my veins.

“Hunter. Put me down. Right. Now.” I swear I feel him shutter when I say his name.

Gently he places me back on the ground and climbs on the bike.

"You coming?" He asks, quaking a brow.

“Mir’sheb (smart ass)” I make a face - forgetting I’m not hidden within my helmet - and he smile. He actually kirffing smiled.

A string of curses in my native tongue later, I reluctantly climb on behind him snaking my arms around his waist. I try not to lean in too close - so it's not obvious - and breath in his musky scent. Strangely enough it's a comfort.

Hunter opens the throttle up wide and we’re off. He takes a turn a little too fast and I bear hug his core. Pressing my cheek into his back. His warmth radiating off him into my skin.

"Relax." He shouts so I can hear.

My blood boils. "Yeah, well typically I prefer to be the one driving!"

He pulls the bike to a screeching halt and I practically throw myself off. Hunter half smiles at me. A micheviousness even sparkles in his eyes.

"I don't wanna hear it" I wag a finger in his face.

We begin our search of the area. Sticking together in case these bandits are still around.

"Sure enough we were right, cases aren't here" I think out loud.

"They must have been intercepted, we'll follow their route to the Marauder and see what we find on the way.”

I give him a look.

"What?" He asks.

"Seriously. I'm driving this time." I rest my hands on my hips.

"Fine" is all he says, before heading back to the bike. That’s it? What’s his deal?

We speed down the roadways until suddenly Hunter reaches past me and grabs the handle bar, turning the bike and pulling the break. We both tumble off. I’m given no time to even stand up. Hunter is grabbing me by the arm and dragging me to cover. I give him a nasty look and am about to go off on him when he covers my mouth. He shifts his body infront of mine, pressing himself against me so we are hidden behind the alley wall.

My eyes widen with shock and I’m suddenly very self conscious of every part of my body that is touching his. His face is turned so that he’s looking out the end of the alley, tattooed cheek only mere centimeters away. A few stray pieces of his hair not confined by the bandana brush over my nose.

After a moment he lets go.

"You di'kut! (fool) You could have gotten us killed!" I whisper yell.

"There was someone watching. They were waiting for us." he says, breath fanning over my face.

At this moment, being that he is so close to me our noses brush. It’s only now I realize he's about 4 inches taller than me. I look back and forth from his eyes. There's a hint of gold swirled through them that at a distance you don’t see.

He steps back, realizing we’re still close. "Sorry" he says quickly.

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. "We should probably tail them.”

"Yeah. Good idea.”

(Next Chapter- I’m not posting here any more but my fic can be found on Wattpad at this link.)

Taglist: @cloneloverrrrr @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @idoubleswearimawriter @techs-goggles9902 @clonethirstingisreal

[thespiritofvexation]

Random Thåström-clipping explained [1/?]:

PIMME CLOSE TO GETTING LYNCHED

Ouch-ouch-ouch! What have you done now Thåström??! The other night Joakim, not entirely unknown singer of Imperiet, was sitting in the pub Kvarnen on Söder in Stockholm and taking it easy. Kvarnen is the homebase on earth for all Hammarby[= a sports club]-fans and the tension was thick when Sportextra were about to show images from the Hammarby-game the same evening.

The minute before Sportextra is about to start, "Pimme" stands up and switches the channel. "I want to watch Filmkrönikan [The movie chronicle]", he declared. But in some instances it's of no help that you are a super-idol in Sweden. Agitated Bajen[Hammarby]-fans pushed Joakim down on his chair and switched back to the right channel. At Kvarnen Imperiet doesn't have many fans, we guess...

[Source: Frida magazine, 1986]

Context: I'll just add this quote from 1991

" 'I have Kvarnen as my regular haunt even though everyone knows I cheer for Djurgården [another Stockholm sports club]. But I guess I'm so cocky no-one kicks me out' - he laughs"

And also this quote from 1993:

"The last six months [of living in Amsterdam] wasn't very fun. I missed my mates, had to go home to Kvarnen at times and drink beer with people I really know, and have something to talk with about... about with... with about. Öh, check that up when you write..."

And lastly, this heartwarming photo of a Hammarbyare handing a thirsty Djurgårdare a beer mid-show [Photo: Tara Cohrs, 2022]:

[I know this because the guy, sporting a Hammarby-shirt in his profile pic, commented saying: "I know you're not supposed to buy a Djurgårdare beer..😉 but of course with the exception 🙏🏻 of Sweden's rock-legend."]

Conclusion: Even though violence between supporters of the three major Stockholm sports teams wasn't uncommon, this is fake news, he was never in any real danger. Portraying him as something of a diva was the thing in 1986, though by the looks of it he was just being a lad for intricate sports guy respect reasons. The Ebba Grön legacy might have been working in his favour, a band considered neutral ground due to consisting of one supporter of each Stockholm team (Thåström-Djurgården, Gurra-Hammarby, Fjodor-AIK Solna). A diversity win, if you will.

But still, not everyone would have been tolerated and gotten away with such insolent behavior at Kvarnen, especially not a patron saint of the enemy!

Thåström-inspired Tifo's; 1st "This is every fool's day, we don't care about law and order" (Imperiet - Innan himlen faller ner) 2nd "Arm yourself with everything you long for and dream of" (Thåström - Beväpna dig med vingar)

Unnecessary fun fact: Among other ways of showing support for his team Thåström, together with LG Petrov of swedish death metal band Entombed, recorded the song Kommando Gösta Knivsta for the Djurgården tribute album "Blåränderna går aldrig ur" (1999). It's the little things that allow him getting away with fraternizing with the enemy so blatantly, I guess...

[trevorendeavors]

So. That Florida Bathroom Bill, huh?

TW: bathroom bills, transphobia, internalized transphobia.

I ain’t beating around the bush. I will be using strong language here. If that ain’t your cup of tea or if you’re just here for my usual brand of gay fanart and fic, it’s okay to scroll past this post. Really. I won’t judge. This is one doozy of a vent.

For the people in my DMs asking me if I’m okay (as a trans person in Florida considering recent bathroom bill bullshit) I’m just… sitting here with an exasperated sigh.

It’s funny that the first time I hear of this is from a DM from someone on the other side of the world. I’ve been deliberately avoiding lgbt Florida news for some time because the more I think about it, the harder it is to be civil in transphobic conversations.

Last night I was deadnamed in front of a few people, and today at my graduation I’ll likely be deadnamed in front of a whole convention center. That’s what I get for not changing my name legally, huh. Oh well. Didn’t wanna go through all the paperwork just yet (in case I go for a different name) so I’m stuck with the one I’m sure I don’t want.

So again, I try not to think about it.

But yeah. It sucks.

Honestly? The bathroom bill doesn’t change much for me. It’s still the same shit as always.

The one time I went into the men’s restroom, I freaked out a cis guy so badly (poor dude was genuinely scared of ME accusing HIM of something bad) that I never did that again.

As for women’s restrooms (the one I most frequently use) that’s a whole other deal. Most days, I don’t pass. I’ll just go out and say that. I have a high voice, boobs, and a bit of hips. Some days I dress really feminine too, so it only makes sense. No one here is going to buy “see I LOOK like a woman but no see I’m secretly a ‘man but not quite’ inside but I wear makeup as a kind of exaggerated cosplay of a gender I am NOT, y’see?”

I don’t want to have a nuanced discussion of gender in the bathroom. Most people 30+ in age don’t even know what non-binary is and barely get the concept of trans. As much as I love being and educator and advocate, after a long road trip I want to piss and get on with my life. Also cis men have told me the horror stories of male bathrooms (how do you get shit ON the ceiling????) and then I’m thankful to have been “born a woman” or whatever.

Most days I don’t think about it too hard. But on my more dysphoric days or when on the blessed days I do genuinely pass more masc - when I go into the bathroom looking like this:

I genuinely don’t know which bathroom to use.

It’s embarrassing. Especially when there’s no family restroom available. And when I go to the women’s restroom, I sometimes get these looks. Brief, surreptitious glances they think I don’t notice. To ease tensions, I lift my pitch and give a compliment. I even puff out my (binded) breasts slightly as if to say, “Yes, I have tits and a pussy, does that soothe your cisnormative and petty fears that I would assault you?”

Jesus, some days I wish I could say that quote outright. But I can’t, and I know it’s not fair to them. They’re scared, I get it. I remind them of a traumatic experience. Sometimes, certain people who have nothing to do a trauma invoke fears of it unintentionally by raising their voices or saying something off or even existing. But that’s MY responsibility to fucking deal with that. Other people can’t help existing.

By and large, people with transphobic tendencies here are usually nice. Beyond, nice even. They’ll help you host a spontaneous ice cream party. They’ll buy you allergy meds when you’re choking. They’ll take you in after your mother kicked you out. Like I said, genuinely sweet and kind people.

Which makes it harder when they accuse trans people of transitioning to skirt military drafts, to cheat at sports, to deal with mommy issues. When they equate gays to sex crimes (yes, the ones you’re thinking of). When they refuse to call you your full name. When they call you a baby who refuses to clean her pooped diapers.

I try to be nice. But by god, is my patience waning…

By. Fucking. god.

I’m tired of the way it’s affected me. Making me feel worth less than cis folks, like my feelings matter less. Even worse, I hate how it makes me jealous and spiteful towards younger trans folks in better situations. Younger trans folk I don’t understand. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not an excuse to mistreat them the way I was mistreated. And I’m genuinely glad that they’re living a better life. I have to work on these thoughts, it’s my responsibility. It would be nice, though, to live in a world where I could devote more energy to celebrating our collective existence instead of surviving it.

That being said, I’m grateful for the people here and in person who have stuck by my guns. The people who check in on my when shit gets worse in terms of politics.

What helps most?

What really helps is when people get mad WITH me. For so long I was told my anger was something to be stowed away, to be quietly extinguished with calm words or relieved by some masturbatory exercise of civil discourse. You know. Where you get off to talking civilly but don’t actually get anywhere and you still have to live in a world that was just as transphobic as before. I just want people to be pissed WITH me. To share in my anger and frustration. To join me as I slam the desk, flip the table, and cry to the heavens,

This fucking sucks

Right now this matters to me even more than action. These check ins, sharing in my anger - it helps, it really does. Makes me feel less alone in the world.

[chubbycaucasianchristiancloseted]

According to this article Imane Khelif is intersex.

According to this article Imane Khelif is intersex. We have to be careful because a lot of anti-woman rights advocates, use intersex as a leaping off point for an argument about why men should be able to play and dominate in women sports. The chances of being intersex are 0.018% (pubmed see comments). There are roughly 11,000 athletes participating in the Paris Olympics, you would be lucky to find two. Intersex, “the term should be restricted to those conditions in which chromosomal sex is inconsistent with phenotypic sex, or in which the phenotype is not classifiable as either male or female” as defined by pubmed. People suffering from Gender Dysphoria and identify as Transgender make up 1-2% of the U.S. population, meaning you SHOULD find over 100 within the athletes.

These two conditions are drastically different. Khelif did not wake up one day and choose their gender. In these situations the doctors usually attempt to correct the birth deformity using surgery and meds. Assuming Khelif is aware of this condition they might be taking advantage of their XY chromosome. The Y chromosome does trigger male development. If you don’t think Khelif has a significant advantage in the sport, is Angela Carini just a wimp? Is this an equal and fair match?

According to this article the IOC bases the athlete’s gender and age on their passport nothing more. I needed more information than that to get my MD Driver’s license!

Direct Quotes

Despite outcries from anti-trans celebrities and politicians, the International Olympic Committee confirmed Imane Khelif is eligible to compete in women's boxing at the Paris Games.

Khelif went viral on social media after winning her opening bout Thursday against Italy's Angela Carini, who stopped fighting after 46 seconds. Khelif, along with Taiwanese boxer Lin Yu-ting, were both disqualified from their championships in 2023 after the International Boxing Association said they failed gender eligibility testing, a move that the IOC has called a “sudden and arbitrary decision."

Khelif reportedly has differences of sexual development, known as DSDs, the organizations said in a Fact Sheet released Friday. Having DSD is not the same as being transgender.

In the face of backlash over Khelif's 2024 win, the IBA stood by its decision to disqualify the boxers over two "trustworthy" and "independent" tests, though they did not disclose what the tests were. The Washington Post reported IBA president claimed they were disqualified over finding XY chromosomes.

The IOC said the gender and age for the athletes is based on their passports.

In the last five years, 25 states have passed laws banning transgender students from participating in sports that match their gender identity, according to data compiled by MAP, despite research from the Human Rights Campaign showing transgender youth are a small part of the population and not all of them are interested in playing sports.

[ley-med]

Hi!!! I need some advice from you or other doctors/med students. I just have a few exams left till the end of med school but I just. Can’t. Study. Anymore. It’s making me want to throw up. I hate it so much. I open the book and I’m just like 😭😭😭. And the worst thing is that after I’m done with med school I will STILL have to study. Till I die. And I currently just don’t want to study ever again. I feel like it’s sucking all the life out of me. So if someone here ever felt like that, I would greatly appreciate some words of wisdom haha

Oh sweetheart, I feel you! And I assure you, most of us had been here, and still succeeded against all odds. I'm sure others will have some advice too :)

To be honest, I'm not entirely sure how I passed my last exams, I was also suffering from a very heavy case of "I can't study"-ness (and apparently also undiagnosed ADHD, not helping my case). What worked for me (kinda), I took breaks pretty often. Might seem counterproductive, but it's better if you do something fun/relaxing/anything else for an hour and then study effectively for half an hour, than suffering through that one and a half hour without getting any studying done... Eat well, do sports, and sleep enough! And then, just take a deep breath, and suck it up, force yourself trough the material. Pure force of will. And my favourite motivational pinterest quote: "the quickest way out is trough". (You can't imagine how many times I repeated this sentence like a mantra in my head, instead of actually studying, naturally)

And it's important to remember, you are at the end of med school. You know way more than you believe. If your school is anything like mine, most of these exams will test you on stuff you've already learned once (or twice or thrice etc). You need to freshen it up, definitely, but you already have most of the knowledge you need to pass.

Believe me, I know the feeling that you think about the future and you want to throw up because of all the studying you will have to do after med school. Hell, I'm still in my "school? never again" phase. (I might have slight PTSD from med school... But yeah, we are talking about you and not me here. Anyway.) First off, you will most probably have some time off after finishing med school and before starting your first doctor job. Hide all the medical books from view! If you have a few months, by the end of it you might even be able to read more than a page of a non-science-related book you actually enjoy! But joking aside, time off after med school really works wonders. It's absolutely necessary for your sanity and survival, and it will help regain some of your motivation.

Second off, studying after med school is much more fun! If anyone told me this, I definitely wouldn't have believed them, but it's true. Now I have to study things I'm interested in, things I care about. I see it put to work in day to day life, hell, I use it in day to day life. Never thought I would say this, but studying now is (mostly) fun. I'm starting to remember that I used to like studying, that I'm curious about the world around me... So to summarize, it gets better. It's still studying, sometimes it's still an "I don't wanna" chore, but when the difference between studying or not can literally and actually make the difference between a patient's life or death, that terror makes for a pretty fucking great motivation. And when you studied something and then use it in your work the next week? Amazing feeling.

So hang in there. You got this far already, you can do this! It's going to hurt all the way, but you are going to be standing there on the other side victorious, so just puff out you chest and keep going until you get there.

Best of luck with your exams!

[heart-of-copper-dog-training]

What is a dog trainer anyway?

As a fan of the Office, I like to say it's the same as Michael Scott declaring bankruptcy: anyone can step outside and yell "I am a dog trainer!"

And suddenly, they are. Similar to Michael, though, it doesn't really mean anything.

There is a severe lack of regulation in America of the dog training industry, and with the number of certifications and lack there in, professional jargon that sounds impressive, and apprenticeships, it takes a dog trainer to navigate finding a good dog trainer.

And that's just not really consumer friendly. I could spend the rest of this going through each and every certification I've heard of and try to explain what they all mean, but that'd be tedious and boring to read and honestly, probably not too helpful. Though, if someone does want that list, let me know and I will do my best to explain any of the ones I know of personally and research the ones I don't.

Today, though, I wanna talk about Paris. And by Paris, I mean the world's tiniest, cutest little shihtzuwith the cutest little snaggle tooth currently under my care for a client. I cannot express enough how adorable and tiny she is. She makes Donut look HUGE.

I don't often board dogs and when I do, it's only former clients or friends/family. It's not a service I like to make a living of, because the quality of care I would expect from someone having my dog integrated into their home is a lot. I have to manage and ensure all the dogs get along, never leave them unsupervised, maintain my dogs' schedule while adding a new (temporary) addition, give them all the love and cuddles on top of my dogs, make sure the situation is the least stressful it can be (and hopefully actually fun for the dog by the end of it!) and of course, meds/food/care etc and it's basically like owning a new dog for a small amount of time.

But I do have exceptions for dogs like Paris.

What does this have to do with my initial question? Well, you saw the trigger warning and here is another before we continue. There will be no pictures here that aren't cute dogs, so it is strictly the words.

Trigger warning start:

Paris is not her Guardian's first dog. Paris was a bit of an "well, it's just for my kid, I'm not ready for a dog but this one needs a home, I don't like small dogs," kinda dog who is now the pampered beloved little child of her Guardian.

But the reason her Guardian had all these reservations was due to her previous dog. And her previous trainer, who also offered boarding services in addition to training. And I can imagine you can see where this is going.

I wasn't there. Neither was Paris's Guardian. But an incident occurred at the trainer's house that resulted in the death of her previous dog. She was, understandably, devastated. She tried to take legal action but there wasn't enough evidence from my understanding and the only thing she walked away with was a dead dog and no punitive damages.

According to the trainer, the dogs got along fine and the attack "came out of nowhere". The trainer's dogs had never attacked another dog before and there was "nothing that could have prevented it". The quotes are quotes, not meant to mock.

That trainer is still a dog trainer.

Trigger warning end

After the incident, Paris's Guardian didn't want another dog and had no idea what went wrong with the trainer. I don't know the trainer and even if I did, I wouldn't drag them out here online.

Because the problem with the trainer is the problem with the dog training industry: there's no regulation. It's possible that the trainer was amazing at teaching basic house manners, cues, tricks, sports, who knows.

But it's very clear that the trainer had a poor read on dog body language, possibly even on their own dogs. It's not uncommon for people to misread or misjudge their dogs. And it's definitely happened with some trainers, even trainers with years and years of experience.

I met Paris's Guardian through a referral after she had chosen to get Paris "for her daughter" (she loves that dog like her own child, it's super cute). She was nervous to get a trainer at all, but was struggling with small things and didn't know how to proceed.

And when I met her at their house, it was clear she'd never been given any lessons on dog body language, as Paris was immediately nervous at this stranger in her home. When Paris backed up and barked, her Guardian told her, "Paris, be nice, this is our trainer, come on and meet her".

So I had a great opening to discuss meeting Paris's needs and boundaries. I took almost five minutes to get into the house, simply waiting at an appropriate distance for Paris's comfort while tossing her high value treats (behind her) so that she could build that confidence and positive association. And even after I was in the house, she still didn't want to approach me.

Her Guardian was embarrassed and kept apologizing for "Paris's bad manners". Which was understandable from her point of view, but it also led to more great discussions on Paris's body language and making sure SHE was comfortable with me and that SHE had her needs met. I'm the trainer, my needs are met just fine by being able to talk to my clients and demonstrate (with my dog, their dog, or just a video) how to do whatever cues or behaviors they're looking for. I don't NEED to pet or play with every dog I meet. (No matter how illegally cute they are).

I wasn't told about the incident until the second session. And it was hard to hear, as it was clearly still quite fresh in her Guardian's mind. An open wound caused by a trainer who was not as qualified as she'd been led to believe. I'm not certain if this trainer had ANY certifications, but as I mentioned before, they all have different levels of meaning, training, expectations to receive. Some of them are glorified paid subscriptions with little follow through on ensuring standards are met.

And some of them change vastly in the span of a few years. I know my program has shifted dramatically (for the better, in my opinion) with their apprenticeship section. The prior apprenticeship was a joke and had I not already had decades of dog training experience (and gotten an even more experienced mentor) it would have been a waste of time. I literally went with it because I got a scholarship and wanted to not be a hypocrite in calling for more standardization in the dog training world.

Don't get me wrong, I've met plenty of trainers that have no certifications but plenty of experience through apprenticeship or research or hands on work or just have that natural instinct to work well with dogs of all types and are amazing trainers that have none of the "alphabet soup" behind their name on the business card. They go by word of mouth and build their reputation by showing their abilities through their clients.

But as for me, I am constantly doing research on the side and educating myself to the current science. I am in several dog training groups to learn new techniques and have a back and forth discussion in different cases. I pay for smaller courses to brush up on things I feel I could use a better grasp on, but they don't come with certifications most of the time.

Basically, I am holding myself accountable for my knowledge as I try to constantly keep up to date on what the science says. I don't use labels for myself that are inaccurate, such as calling myself a "behaviorist" or a "behavior consultant". Those labels have actual meaning behind them and certifications of a higher level that I currently don't have. I can do behavior modification, I have experience and knowledge on how to work with reactive/aggressive/anxious dogs.

But if a case is beyond my capacity, I will bring in a veterinarian behaviorist, or a behavior consultant. I will admit when I am out of my realm of knowledge because that is the responsible thing to do.

BUT nothing says I HAVE to do that. NOTHING says I can't just take on a caseload well beyond my expertise and muddle my way through it. No one is going to come after me for saying I'm a "behaviorist" or "behavior consultant", despite those two terms actually having an actual high level certification behind them.

Dog trainers work on the honor system here in America. It's absurd. And shouldn't be that way.

There is so little oversight and so little consequence for that pretty much anyone can do it and we all, in the public, just accept that it has always been this way and we just have to be careful in who we choose to interact with.

Even trainers WITH certifications can be unqualified to do the most basic of dog training, or be so behind on current research that they haven't kept up to date on the dog training world. Not all certifications are created equal, and even some of the better ones don't require continuing education to maintain. And even those that DO aren't reinforced enough. There's nothing saying a trainer can't do the required continuing education for the points to keep their certification current and then ignore all of it to do outdated training because "it's worked for me so far and this certification gets people in the door".

Yes, people can report them to these institutions and maybe something will happen. Or maybe they'll just drop that certification and refuse to change. Shift their business name and find new clients.

This is a cautionary tale. I have since spent time with Paris's Guardian going over yellow and red flags in trainers and what green flags to look for. I am unfortunately going to move in a few years so I cannot be her forever trainer or boarder, but I will help her find one when I leave. I don't want her to have a repeat experience simply because my industry is so spread out and unregulated.

The call to action to pet Guardians is to vote with your wallets. Don't hire shoddy trainers. Demand they prove their worth and knowledge. Call them out when they claim expertise they do not have.

The call to action to trainers is to do better. Ensure we are trained and up to date on the current science. Hold ourselves to a higher standard and admit when we're out of our league. Never assume we know everything about dog training and that we have nothing new to learn. Even something as simple as cue training can be done a multitude of ways and no one way works for every dog. We should KNOW this and we should OWN UP to it. Be willing to admit when we are wrong and also willing to learn something new.

No one likes to change and no one likes to admit we they are wrong. But the science doesn't care about our feelings. The clients shouldn't have to care, either. We have a responsibility to the public to educate pet Guardians on how best to help their pets navigate a world not designed for them.

In the meantime, I will be keeping an eye on this illegally cute shihtzu, making sure her stay with me is as comfortable and safe as possible.

Until then, as always, be kind to yourself, to others and to your dogs. It's free to be kind.

[masiepeters]

i was tagged by the lovelies @ronandreams + @allamericansbitch & @moonxweave and you know i can't resist a cute tag game, let alone 3 different ones

GAME ONE

rules: go to pinterest and select the first character, real person, quote, and outfit to get your vibe. then list 7 of your comfort films.

films: catching fire, 10 things i hate about you, how to lose a guy in 10 days, the silence of the lambs, black swan, she said, promising young woman

GAME TWO

Are you named after anyone? naur

When was the last time you cried? yesterday LMAOO

Do you have kids? i have three cats and a succulent

What sports do you play/have you played? i played roller derby for a while. also volleyball

Do you use sarcasm? corretc

What’s the first thing you notice about people? the ~vibes~. i'm very big on first impressions

What’s your eye color? blue-ish. also green. depends on the light

Scary movies or happy endings comedies? scary movies but i like rom-coms too

Any talents? i can write. i also am able to tell you whoever sang a specific song on glee, but whether that's a talent...... tba

Where were you born? portugal. still stuck here unfortunately

What are your hobbies? procrastinating, reading, writing, drinking coffee, tending to my succulent, binge watching old tv shows, video games

Do you have any pets? i have 3 cats (buffy, dakota, and bowie) and a dog (bruce, but will respond to marx. karl barx)

How tall are you? 5'3/163cm

Favorite subject in school? english for sure

Dream job? clinical psychologist obvi. i'd also love to do something with my writing and to own a coffee shop, as basic as that sounds

GAME THREE

Last Song I Listened to: the louvre by lorde

Currently Watching: desperate housewives (1st watch) + scrubs (like....... 10th rewatch at this point lmao) + fallout (1st watch)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy?: spicy + savory

Relationship Status: single. hmu ladies

Current Obsession: desperate housewives lmao

Last Thing I Googled: how long it takes for my meds (victan) to kick in. don't ask

tags (no pressure!): @tolerateit @thelasttime @styie @dress @youareonyourownkid @thisselflovecamebacktome @caspianxth @calmmyfears @reneerapps @maryoliveoil @swiftpascal

[onmymasa22]

Pepple loved shells and corals in these galleries

Why?

Because its in the Mediterranean sea but very deep and hard to cut away

When u tell a friends who stops by that u just camt get urself to wake up these days. For two weeks u have just wanted to be in bed all day and are awake but cant get urself out and about. Amd ots really frustrating cuz ur a person who likes to start ur day at 7 or 8. And 9am wake up is a nice vacation. I like the morning. I like cool air. I like to start off slow so that by 9am im good and happy and excited about the day. So this friend said to take a walk to wake up and get going

When ur friend drops by with some

My day:

Friend stops by with homemade honey for me

When ur friend stops by with homemade honey and u explain how for weeks youve been having issues with waking up in the morning. So

I want the guy who loves me unconditionally. I want to be in love with people and everyone. Hashem please bring love into my life. Bring me happiness and truth and love. I dont sleep around with losers.

I just need to say this.i am so happy i dont sleep around. The idea of sleeping with guys who dont love me just doesn't do it for me. I think i tried to see if it culd just be me. But id rather have a toy or something to get off until i find someone who loves me the way i deserve. Why would i want to get off from someone who loves me less than me if i could be loved by me- someone who doesnt do something not ok, is always listening to my heart, would neber touch me withour care. I would never hurt m3 or abandon me. I am the one who is here till the end. So the only people who can touch me is me and someone who promises to be there till the end.

Home

My parents

My grandparents

My families here- hodaya odeya lav garin zabar california taglit mygarin yadbinyamin yahelsfamily sahi enosh- pashut lehiyot, the class- elish saroosh avishag tali neta

Apartment- elishevas family

Tali perla

The girls in school

Noa

Jsc

Trees

The seasons

The beach

Coffee

Guitar

Looking up at the sky

Ballerina

Saxaphone piano guitar

The 80s music

Movies

Movie quotes

Traveling europe

Painting i made of the rabbi and soldier

Manis friedman

Yy jacobson

Charlie harary

Rabbi wallerstein

Jill kaseman

Holocaust

Grandma sima

Van gogh ear

Lady diana

Ariel

Adhd

Sandwiches

Friends, will and grace, anne Hathaway, izzie, this is us

Stand up

Monet

Degas

Oil painting

Bob ross

Beaches with different colored sand

The grunge and the pretty

Sabrina the teenage witch

Balconies amd sitting outside and reading vogue

Wicked

Looking for alaska

Tell the wolves im home

Books movies music art places traveling food drink flowers sports instruments languages philosophy culture fashion spirtually people in my life.

Can we make it normal to start saying to people and ourselves: you're pretty. But not just pretty. You're pretty and smart and funny and oh so loved. Now go out in the world and be your sparkly self.

My day

Took my meds

Signed my contract for my new dream job... this lady gets a pension now!!

Celebrated by thrift shopping, im such a sucker for anything with red flowers, and pants that are elastic on top, because you only live once, y b uncomfortable.

Coffee and dead poets society... because vibes

Calligraphy class aka kabbalah therapy

An art lecture, something about seashells in renassance paintings (it's only like my favorite sance)

When you take a walk in the city, walk into a building that turns out to be a museum, put on funky glasses, and next thing u know, ur in the beis hamikdash. Then u check out the gift shop and find out admission was 60 shekel. Sweet. So, next time i want to visit the beis hamikdash, ill definitely pay the 60 shekel.

[thornsofrosesdumps]

more Sports med quotes as team STRQ

(disclaimer all of these quotes are from my group of friends we wouldn’t treat random patients like this, promise)

Qrow: Your really desperate to touch my foot, what you got a foot fetish?

Tai splinting Qrows broken ankle: Dude if I wanted to I could maim you for life shut the fuck up

———

Tai: IF YOU RUN ON THAT LEG IM GOING TO MAKE YOU LOSE BOTH OF THEM

Raven sprinting on a injured leg: FUCK YOU YOUR NOT THE BOSS OF ME (trips and falls on a rock and rolls down a small hill) OKAY MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE BUT STILL FUCK YOU.

———

Ozpin: They put me charge of a group of slightly feral idiots with basic sports medicine knowledge and told me to teach them how to do there job.

Summer and Raven in the background making fun of Qrow for not being able to rip tape properly.

Tai: I am one of those feral idiots why are you telling me this?

Ozpin: Because I your the only one I’m hoping doesn’t trip while running with a knife.

Tai confused and slightly scared: Thank you?

———

Taiyang: do you remember the proximal landmark?

Qrow: Bitch do I look like I play geo guesser

[vmpirevnom]

Hello, it's the cai anon. The character that I'd like to request is Aurora Emery from Pixelberry Studios Open Heart Book 1. I'd try to be as much help as possible. Aurora is a medical intern at Edenbrook Hospital, Boston's most prestigious teaching hospital during the first year of her residency. Her Aunt Harper is the Chief of Medicine at the hospital. Aurora specializes in Internal Medicine. She is independent and does not rely on her family or on her colleagues for help, but she is willing to accept it for the good of her patients. She has a surprisingly kind smile. She believes that she to work twice as hard to prove that she deserves her spot. Aurora is a confident and skilled physician. She lives with her aunt in Boston. Will likely burn her aunt's place down if she ever attempts to prepare dinner without supervision. Cooking is not her forte.

Appearance:  She has short, black hair, brown eyes and dark skin. A black woman in her late 20s. Sexuality: bisexual; Relationship status: She is single. Doesn't have time for dating, because she is focused on her career. Doesn't want kids. Background: Her parents could afford to give her a comfortable life growing up, earning her the nickname "Princess Nepotism", but she has never used their name or their wealth to her advantage. Personality: Aloof, professional, tsundere, a loner, melancholic, closed off, guarded, dutiful, calm, slow, steady, collected, sarcastic, cynical, skeptical, practical, logical, and overly cautious. She never made any friends at med school, but she graduated at the top of her class. For a long time she allowed her bullies to use her as their emotional punching bag.

Hobbies: She took up rock climbing to challenge herself and to relieve the anxious energy. She has no interest in group sports.

Personality type: ISFJ, 6w5 on enneagram.

Love language: to give -- Acts of service; to receive -- Words of affirmation, but only when they come from people that have gained her trust.

Aurora keeps to herself. She doesn't spend time outside of work with her colleagues, primarily because many of them falsely compliment and praise her to try to get an in with her aunt. She always keeps her emotions in check in front of her colleagues, because she thinks that they are all out to get her. She believes that everyone has an ulterior motive to speak to her. If she ever finds herself in a social setting, she'd be the woman that's browsing her phone alone in the corner while nursing a beer. She often hides in her room or in the library. As much as she loves and respects her aunt, Aurora is determined to step out of Harper's shadow and to make a name for herself in the medical field. Aurora held the number one spot for the first few weeks of the competition between the interns. Despite that, Chief Emery reprimands her for any sign of weakness that she shows, and drills her about all of her cases. There is a rather long Choices wiki page about the character.

In-character quotes that could give you a better idea of the source material:

{{user}}: Hello.

{{char}}: "Oh, great..." *Aurora's eyes darken. She looks at you as if she is weighing something on her mind.* "No, I'm not going to introduce you to my aunt. No, I'm not going to tell her how much you admire her. Super not interested in explaining myself to you. I'm here to do my job." *She sighs and looks away.* "Are we done with the pleasantries? Honestly, small talk should be illegal. It's a waste of time that I'd rather spend working on my cases." 

{{char}}: "It's good to know that you have a backbone after all. I was beginning to think that you were some sort of an anatomical marvel."

{{user}}: What do you know about Ethan?

{{char}}: "You mean Dr. Ramsey? If you are trying to get information about his relationship with Aunt Harper out of me, you are out of luck. Her personal affairs are none of my business. Everyone knows that Ramsey has another favourite. Aun-the Chief is probably not too happy about that." *Aurora lowers her voice, grinding her teeth, talking more to herself than to you.* "She made sure to remind me that my failure to impress my attendings is hurting her reputation. I guess all the cases that I have solved aren't enough for me to hold the number one spot if I'm not sucking up to the senior staff members like everyone else does."

{{user}}: I need medical assistance.

{{char}}: *Aurora's expression softens.* "I'm going to have to take your vitals and I ask you a few questions."

{{user}}: What do you think about Jackie Varma?

{{char}}: "I don't fraternize with the other interns. All I know about Dr. Varma is that she is tough, brash and competent at her job. It's no secret that we don't like each other, but I respect her drive and ambition. At least she understands that we are not here to make friends unlike some of our other colleagues. She is yet another person that wants to brag about beating an Emery and makes baseless speculations about my career. I know what everyone here thinks of me. I'd rather let my work speak for itself."

{{user}}: Why do you hate me?

{{char}}: *Aurora scoffs.* "I don't hate you. You don't even cross my mind. You know what's your problem? You have a need to have everyone adore you. Does it bother you that much that I don't want to be one of your groupies?"

{{user}}: I think you secretely like me.

{{char}}: "So secretely not even I know it."

That sounds amazing! I’ll work on that! :D

[simplykaren]

Fuming about a client for the first time in a long while, and they're a "cat breeder." I now understand why a lot of general practice vets refuse to do breeder work. A lot of people who have a litter of puppies or kittens are perfectly fine and respectable.

Then there's people like this.

They flat out stated kitty was pregnant when scheduling her for an allergy consult. They also stated they're a breeder. Kitty's too early to really confirm, so we took their word for it. Kitty had miliary dermatitis and was scratching herself raw. We scrounged through products looking for something safe to use on pregnant kitty and found precious little. (You really shouldn't breed a cat with allergies this bad; that should have been a huge red flag.) Sent a safe flea preventive (Breeder swore up and down they've never had fleas but took it) and meds.

Breeder seemed convinced kitty had a food allergy. Given the presentation and how the flare only started when a bunch of our seasonal allergic pets were flaring, we were skeptical but gave her a script for hydrolyzed food anyway (not ideal for a pregnant cat, but the owner was insistent).

This all happened a while ago.

Fast forward to now (around kitty's due date) and Breeder called back in to schedule kitty for a spay, saying she ended up not being pregnant after all. Breeder also wanted quotes for a bunch of kitten work for another queen who had a large litter a few days ago. Breeder nitpicked everything despite the already there discount for a litter v. individual pets, which I explained multiple times. She ended up scheduling the spay.

The day of the spay arrives and Breeder comes in with allergic kitty and demands a refund for her previous visit and meds (which were used) because kitty turned out to not be pregnant, and she's still itchy. Breeder never came back for a follow-up visit or even let us know that kitty was still having issues. She claims she went somewhere for a second opinion after seeing us (who said the cat wasn't pregnant) and a dermatologist who did allergy testing. Apparently the cat is allergic to chicken according to Breeder. The hydrolyzed food we scripted out would cover that, but feeding trials take time and dedicated use. Based on the state of kitty, proper feeding trial protocol was not followed.

I'm extremely suspicious Breeder is lying about something here to get the discount I wouldn't give her over the phone for several reasons, but the chiefest among them? Veterinary dermatologists in our area have wait times in the 3 month range for new clients/patients. (I know this from doing derm referral paperwork for other clients.) Breeder is either lying about when she went (if before seeing us, then why didn't she say anything about it??? That's kinda important when you're in for an allergy consult--and why come to us for an allergy consult if already a patient at a dermatologist???) or she had the appointment pending from way before she came to see us (which again, is fairly relivent for an allergy consult and should have been mentioned) or she didn't go to a dermatologist at all. Or that suspiciously timed litter is actually kitty's and not another queen's, and this entire argument is a lie. At this point I don't know or care.

The manager is dealing with Breeder.

I understand now. Next time I get a call from a "cat breeder", I'll be extremely tempted to send them elsewhere. So not worth all the nitpicking and getting yelled at.

Addition from my coworker who knows cars: Breeder drove up today in a freaking sports car.

[magdasabs]

:)

https://www.expressen.se/sport/fotboll/vm-2023/hemligt-mote-med-fifa-efter-kaoset/

'I don't know if I can say who was there but I was there' is such a funny quote 😅 but nice article and thanks for the link! she kind of hinted at this last week but very cool to get some more details

[ohcanadashop]

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[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

Is there a person you talk to everyday with?: my fiance and my mom

Does one of your parents ever complain to you about the other parent?: used to

If you have a webcam, do you take more pictures or make more videos with it?: I haven’t in a long time, but sometimes I’ll record myself...always when I was buzzing and after it all hit hard to black out drunk...needless to say they were only for my eyes...

When was the last time you felt lonely?: ummm when DON’T I?

Who was the last person you wished a “Happy Birthday” to?: my friend Bobbie on the 4th

What was the last food/drink that dyed your tongue a different color?: whenever I last had an ICEE, it’s been awhile

Is there any upcoming festivals happening in the place you live?: probably but I never go

When was the last time you threw a party?: I’ve never thrown a party

Last person you kissed, are they into any type of sports? Which ones?: my fiance loves racing, not Nascar but Formula 1 type racing

Does your best friend have a job?: yeah

Do you ever visit people at work?: no and I currently can’t anyway, he’s gone most of the time so no way to reach him

Is there any electronic device you need to charge right now?: nope just charged my phone this morning and I’m plugged in on my laptop right now I always stay plugged in on it

Have you ever sat in your room in the dark?: not complete dark no, I’m terrified of the dark so tv is usually on for some source of light or I leave a light on in another room that reaches just enough into the room

What is one thing you want to do before the school year ends?: I’m not in school

When you move out your house(or if you already have moved out) do you plan on still visiting your parents house?: I visit when I can but it’s very spaced out due to distance, transportation, etc. 

Do you usually take home leftovers if you eat out in a restaurant?: oh yeah I get full very quick and easy so I always leave with a to-go box

Have you ever ghost ride the whip (put your car on auto and dance next to it as it’s moving)? Do you want to?: hell no and never will!

What is one thing you hope never changes about you?: my sense of humor

Do most of the songs you listen to have curse words in it?: considering I’m a die hard Eminem fan as just one example? a good portion of my fave songs/artists, yeah lol 

Is there someone you wanna date? no I’m happily engaged

Why did you stop liking the last person you liked? the timing just never worked out

Are you usually the heart breaker or the heart broken? BROKEN. PERIOD.

What are you listening to? our usual randoms on Youtube through Roku

Name a quote from the thing you are listening to? “Welcome back to today’s episode of Hermitcraft!” 

What does your last text say? it was automated from CVS saying one of my meds is ready for pickup

Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? yep...been for over a year now...

Last missed call? from my mom last night

Last person you talked on the phone with? Mom

What was the first thing you did when you woke up today? smoked a cig

Do you have a best friend? a few

Do you like vitamin water? yeah it’s really good, love all the flavors

Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them? I wouldn’t say hate but definitely butted heads and argued a lot first lol still did throughout but it calmed down eventually

What do you think of people who have sex before marriage? I don’t really care, I’m not religious and I did so regardless I really can’t talk heh

Do you get along with your parents? it’s complicated...lot of history...

Are you more independent or dependent? I used to think I was independent and I mean I think I do have certain times where I am, but I’m definitely dependent to the extreme

Do you believe that what comes around goes around? for the most part yeah but it doesn’t always work out that way...

Who was the last person you were mad at? Mom

What are your plans for tonight? none, hanging home and DoorDash for dinner as always

Does anyone love you? yeah 

Do you love anybody? yeah

Ever felt like you hit rock bottom? I constantly reach and create new layers to rock bottom, I may as well have fuckin invented the damn thing...

What’s the one thing that’s getting you through the week? my fiance being home before he has to go back until May on Friday...

Do you miss anyone? all the time

Do you give out second chances too easily? yep and usually pay for it

What did you do yesterday? ran to Wawa for smokes, dozed several times throughout the day and night, smoked cigs, watched TV and Roku, DoorDash for dinner, aka the usual and all with my fiance

Where is one place you want to visit? ugggh hard to pick just one there’s so many! definitely Italy, for sure to see my heritage and roots...well a majority of it anyway

What’s your favorite thing to have for breakfast? I never eat breakfast :P

Ever felt that no one relates to you? ohhhh yeah most of the time actually

Why did you break your last promise? cause I couldn’t deal anymore...

What do you think of long-term relationships? hardest fuckin thing man...

Do you believe God always saves you from bad situations? I believe in him but honestly from my track record and experience...? not always, no. rarely if at all

What’s the worst curse word or saying that you know of? I hate the C word honestly...

Do you wish on 11:11? on rare occasions but never works 

Are you pissed off about anything? yeah I’m jonesing bad for a strong ass drink and I can’t!