idk about anybody but to me, bbkaz is like Kaz lacking love since his childhood finally found the love that he needed with BB but BB doesn't really love him... (he does but erm he abandoned Kaz afterall so yeah yk)
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So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this
Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.
So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"
It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead
Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.
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one of the first arguments that a fatphobic person will make when pressed on the topic of their fatphobia is: "well you never see any fat old people," as if to imply that being fat will automatically kill you at the age of 60.
Okay but that is straight up incorrect. I literally do see fat old people all the time. They're in my family. They're my neighbors. They visit my workplace. They're my coworkers. They smile at me on the street. Fat old people with grey hair and wrinkles and loose skin. Fat old people with hanging tummies and thick arms and double chins. Fat old people who are active pillars in their communities and are good to those around them. Fat old people who are alive and healthy and retired and are loved by their families.
Fat old people are not myths. They are only invisible to fatphobic people.
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Everything else notwithstanding, I firmly think that SJ's rage towards YQY - regardless of how you feel about the degree to which he acted out towards him - was reasonable given that he believes (with justification given the little info he has) that his one childhood friend, who knew very well the vicious abuse he was experiencing, just fucked off to live the good life he found and left him to suffer. Like completely separate from anything else, I don't see how hating someone who to your knowledge abandoned you to die, even if they're sorry/guilty once they saw you survived, is wrongheaded or misguided. I honestly saw their whole relationship as emblematic of the prominent themes of miscommunication in SVSSS, on YQY's side due to a mixture of feeling like he's sparing the other party and his own trauma. A direct parallel (and later a foil) to SY and LBH at the abyss.
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^sock torture initiated
I am putting my foot down (pun intended)
I have been thinking about this for months. Thank you @oleander-sd for inspiring me to try this again.
Hek hates wearing boots. I don't blame her! Her dew claws rub if she wears them for more than 5 minutes. I have tried every trick I have seen or heard on the internet. Over the last few years, we have tried 5 different kinds of booties. Each one either makes her bleed or falls off every few minutes. I have tried wrapping her feet under the booties. I have tried just wrapping the dew claws themselves.
^ not the happiest camper but will do it for the freeze dried chicken and salmon I have. I had to go to the ER in 6° weather, so she didn't have much of a choice
I make her wear them when there is snow/ ice and salt on the ground. During the summer, we just walk on the grass (thankfully, we are in an area where we can do this), or we stay in the shade. In public, we don't typically go places where I have seen a really dire need for them. I know part of that is luck or whatever, but it's true. Why continue to torture ourselves if we don't have to?
This has changed a little with going to the Farmer's Market lately. We haven't come across anything dangerous like broken glass. But we have had to skirt around some fallen food that has been walked on and (as my mother likes to call it) suspicious liquid. Hek gets a full wipe down with puppy wipes when we get home from places like this for these reasons. I don't mind doing this because I am polyautoimmune and don't need those germs.
This is all to say I have avoided working with her and the booties. I feel like there is just no use as we will never find a solution anyway. If we can avoid the problem and haven't had any consequences, then why should I put her through something she doesn't like and hurts her?
I am determined to restart the whole process. I am not waiting for her to get hurt to do this.
Currently, she is just wearing socks. They don't bother her other than that she's not a fan. They don't cause any kind of pain, just discomfort. I think she associates anything on her feet with the pain of wearing the boots in the past. I hope this will help with less negative association. I am going to make her wear them for at least 30 min a day until she shows comfort in them. It takes her about this long to lay down on and go to sleep on her own. I want this to be an immediate thing with no difference with the socks on or off.
Once she has shown they don't bother her, we will try new boots. I am ordering a set of Hi & Light Trail Shoes from Ruffwear to try next. They are made for summer wear and seem to be even lighter than the Grip Trex. I am hoping these factors will make a difference.
When they arrive, we are going to start with the back and then move forward. She's not even wearing them out of the house. We are going to go by the same protocol as the socks. Even if it is only for five minutes to eat dinner (the highest and biggest value treat reward thing I can do on a daily basis).
I am putting my patience and positivity hat on and screwing it on really tight so it doesn't fall off
^25 min after socks were put on today
Happiness, health, and safety are my priorities
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I really love the Bishops having like... a normal family relationship behind closed doors while still being absolutely deranged when it comes to mortals. They still eat them, still feed on them, still sacrifice them and use them for their own benefit and don't bat an eye when one dies. They slaughter the heretical because anyone that doesn't worship them cannot be allowed to live
But alone, they're just. Family. In their most private moments when no one can see them, they're affectionate with each other. Before Narinder's banishment, when they all ruled together. They'd make time to see each other. Shamura was a snuggler and you will never change my mind--they loved holding their siblings in their arms and just vibinf like that for awhile. Feeling their warmth and getting to cradle them like they did when they were little
They enjoy dipping into the hot springs together, enjoying long soaking baths to unwind and clean up. Leshy would always latch onto someone's arm and put his head on their shoulder, starting to doze because the warmth made him sleepy. Heket and Kallamar used to get into water fights all the time, and they'd take turns washing each other's backs. Narinder and Shamura used to have library days where they'd do nothing but curl up together and read all day long. Heket was always making her siblings delicious food and pestering them to try it, just as Leshy was always bringing them flowers he grew himself, just to brighten their day. They love each other, they're nice to each other, and only to each other.
In public they're formal and stand offish, as they have to keep up perfect appearances, but under the surface they really are just. A normal family full of love
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okay wait laughingstock concept Incoming: so im imagining some of the neighbors (maybe Julie & Frank) noticing that Barnaby & Howdy are a lil fruity, yk yk. and Julie's like damn, i guess we have to play matchmaker here.
so naturally they wind up getting the whole neighborhood involved. everybody's a wingman here. Poppy's dropping hints when Howdy drops off groceries, Wally is constantly asking Barnaby to go get him things from the bodega, etc etc. Howdy and Barnaby are facing this sudden change in town-wide behavior with slight concern and bemusement
eventually - lets say Julie, Sally, and Wally - get Barnaby into the bodega and then abruptly leave like "don't have too much fun without us you two *wink wink nudge nudge*". once they're gone (read: very obviously hiding outside & watching through the window) Barnaby & Howdy turn to each other like:
Barnaby: you think we should tell them we're already married?
Howdy: let them have their fun - they'll figure it out eventually
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