#and a lot of the fanatical elements don’t have that bite

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I think I’ve come to the conclusion that adult romantansy isn’t for me

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Pluto in the 1st and 12th houses

Pluto in the 12th House natives have deep, rich inner lives, but often suffer privately from intense mental battles and struggles. These people are often intimately acquainted with the notion of suffering. They feel pain very heavily and if not careful, they can let it consume and ravage them. I’ve noticed a lot of these natives are intensely talented or artistic or creative, in fact, a lot of musicians have this placement; that being said, natives also seem to immensely struggle with severe depression for they are easily overcome with unfortunate life events and stresses/stressors. Sometimes, it may feel as though life has it out for them. They may grapple with despondency or chronic depression. These individuals can struggle to remain positive when it seems their faith is always tested, but these individuals are also gifted with extraordinary willpower and intense focus, discipline, and dedication. They have the power to make all their dreams come true; their superpower is their relentless ambition, and the responsibility they feel to the world to prove themselves: this is their number one obligation and promise to themselves. They hardly ever fail in this act: proving themselves. Many of them deeply struggle with insecurity and may have an inferiority complex or suffer from imposter syndrome when it comes to their beliefs in their talents or abilities. They battle against these fears, doubts, and anxieties when they consistently demonstrate how bold, how fearless, how determined, and how gifted they are. They do, however, often internalize their failures as proof of some kind of self-issue, some inadequacy, some inability to do good, some lack, proof of bad performance, etc. They need to realize that even when they feel subpar, the work they do is optimal, and the world can use their gifts, so they should embrace all the skills they have to offer. One of the downsides of this placement is that while these natives often fall in love with potential, they most often fail to see their own. They also need to stop doubting the possibility of an outcome and start finishing what they start to reap the efforts of what they produce, so even if they do manage to not live up to their own exceptionally high standards, they will know it is because it wasn’t the right project and not that they weren’t the right person for the job. Sometimes, they can truly be their own worst enemy; they need to stop letting their inner voice undermine their relationships and their lives. They build walls sky high around their heart because they don’t want to be let down, and if their defenses are up, they falsely believe their security can’t be threatened. Many carry deep wounds stemming from unhappy childhoods, wounds they have lodged deep inside of them. Many have never fully recovered from or properly addressed traumatic life experiences. May have an aversion to or distrust of not only modern medicine, doctors, and healing practices, but a distrust of hospitals, therapists, psych units, and counseling, as well. May have issues talking about their deep-rooted fears.

Very private, complex individuals. Vigilant because they’ve experienced harrowing episodes or encountered visions they should have never had to bear. May have been witness to shocking events they shouldn’t have seen. May often find themselves in the wrong place, wrong time scenario. Often seeks out danger. Parts of them are incredibly reckless, daredevil-like, driven, and sensation-seeking. Finds not comfort, but intense pleasure in thrill and high-risk activity. Constantly chasing a high—not necessarily drug-induced—and pushing the boundaries of themselves. Constantly defying self-limits. Often suffers from loneliness and feels exiled from the world or even rejected or unaccepted because they’re too weird or dark or unusual or frightening, in a way that they don’t follow the rules, or they’re the black sheep of some sorts, but more often than not, their isolation is self-imposed. Well-versed with their shadow side. Trust doesn’t come easy to them, but once they have it and it remains unbroken, you will have their loyalty for life. They also reward loyalty. Their friends/confidantes are their closest allies. Harbor many secrets. Has addictive habits. May have grief due to private dilemmas. Feels uncomfortable with but unafraid of death. Intense control issues—if not properly resolved, this can lead them to be very controlling. Intense love affairs. May have a hard-knock life, even if successful career-wise, with many ups and downs. May have difficulty regulating or controlling their emotions. May struggle to find inner peace. May question their purpose or belonging. May feel trapped or powerless in situations involving spiritual matters—i.e. God—or earthly/temporal matters, such as life or death. May feel tested and challenged by unpredictability but thrive off of it or need an element of unpredictability in their lives to feel useful, inspired, or creative. Creativity is often linked to deep pain, in these natives. It is often an emotional outlet for them. These natives feel uncomfortable when they feel seen by others. Incredibly resilient, brave individuals. They lack a strong self-concept. Identity is weathered by forces the natives cannot always see but are often held back by. Struggles with deep sadness and loss or grave emotional pain at times. Feels strongest when not experiencing the uncomfortable emotion of regret—this emotion is the most difficult for them to confront/contend with. They’d rather feel nothing at all. Natives may have a stark view of themselves or a black and white picture of the world. Their internal or external reality/world may be harsh to them or unlivable.

Pessimistic at times, prone to cynicism. Intensely probing, thoughtful, solemn, demonstrative, reserved. Much internal activity. Acutely sensitive to their environments—emotional/psychic and physical. Senses, intuits, and often feels other people’s emotions. Perceives others’ objectives or goals, and others’ thoughts of them. Has an instinctive grasp on human nature, especially of the shadows and the darkness and all else that is germane to the human condition. Suffers a lot in the world, sometimes by their own hand/as a result of their own doing (self-inflicted pain is often their coping mechanism). Needs better coping skills—healthy ones. May self-harm or turn to self-destructive behavior when in a rough spot. May be the victim of poverty during youth. May duel themselves. Often subject to high stress. May believe in the existence of supernatural entities, i.e. ghosts, aliens, demons, etc. Very active imagination, dark thoughts that they attempt to run away from. Seeks refuge in solitude. Silent by choice. Natural observer. Knows more than they seem to know. Omits on purpose. May have unusual proclivities, i.e. engage in activities considered taboo or NSFW. In touch with their “wild” side—the parts of themselves most people are uncomfortable with. Relishes in what makes people uncomfortable. Finds joy and incomparable beauty in that. Attempts to fill a void caused by a state of incompleteness. Strives to assuage that with superficial emotions, relationships or vices, but it only leaves them more desperate and more empty, feeling more deprived. Always analyzing themselves and others. Danger of too much self-analysis. May be prone to self-violence (real or metaphorical). Intrigued by distressing situations, moodiness and violence. Doesn’t like nosiness. Prone to internal self-conflict and fanatical obsessions. Strong sexual appetites. May feed into lies or deceit out of self-preservation. May disguise selfishness through seemingly selfless sacrifices/acts, which are used to gain the favor of someone so they can do their bidding. Can be forceful or coercive at times. Very fixed and untenable at times. Learns a lot about life through painful experiences and private ordeals or feelings of being in crisis or having suffered identity or existential or health crises. These obstacles only serve to make them stronger and build/solidify their character, however. Adversity feeds and replenishes their spirit and helps them sprout wings, though, it feels like swallowing poison. They may, however, experience bouts of mortal illness or encounter near fatality as a result of such ordeals and life tests/tragedies, which is a testament to their individual strength. Clings to a feeling of independence and armors themselves with it. The first to say “I can do it on my own”—needs, not wants to make it through life saying they did it without help. Needs to realize that everybody needs help sometimes and they can’t indeed do it all on their own. There’s no shame in needing help or needing to take a break sometimes. Emotional scars must be dealt with. May be malicious or spiteful/vindictive when angry, which can come back to them in the form of karma. May face/encounter many near-death experiences in their lifetime or remember past lifetimes of violence or violent death. May have vivid and possibly violent dreams or suffer from nightmares. May be haunted by the past in the form of past lovers, past unresolved traumas, past relationships/friendships, past actions, past bills, past secrets, etc. Their past is never unburied, it seems. It always comes back to bite them. Seduced or entranced by the notion of revenge, for some, others by the idea of creating something permanent, whether via their work or via they, themselves.

Pluto in the 1st House natives inspire intense feelings from others—positive or negative. Public reaction to them is nearly always extreme—they are either worshipped or conspired against, loathed and plotted against. They inspire very polarizing reactions from people. For as many people rooting for their downfall, or for as many haters as they have, they have admirers who believe they can do no wrong. They attract massive fanfare and devotion from those who do support them, who often support them for life in a ride-or-die fashion. These individuals tend to suffer many private betrayals and public backlashes or attacks on their character and reputation. They are often subject to nasty rumors and lies made up by those who hate them or want to see them “ruined” or “destroyed.” Most of it is not true, but these attempts at character assassination often successfully taint their image or sully the general public’s perception of them. They often have to win them back. May have to admit or show weaknesses or give the allusion of groveling in order to gain public support again. Often loses themselves and has to recover themselves. If not careful, they can destroy themselves, as they are very self-destructive people. May turn to drugs or negative coping mechanisms such as gambling or alcoholism or other recreational drug use when feeling defeated or down in life. Doesn’t really know how to address painful, negative emotions without being swallowed by them. Often ruin themselves trying to cope with the pain they feel internally that they can’t escape. Paranoid and untrusting, but for good reason. A lot of people close to them have shady intentions or are trying to use them or manipulate them or get close to them for deceptive motives. May be subject to blackmail by friends turned enemies, lovers turned enemies, and so on, more than actual perceived enemies/foes. Are often “ruined” by those closest to them, though, while these attempts may seem victorious, those with Pluto in the 1st house or Pluto conjunct Ascendant often triumph in the end because they rule comebacks. If anything, being “canceled” or reviled only motivates them. They will succeed at all costs, and no hate can prevent that. These natives possess a controlled image. Part of them wants to be known, more of them wants to be unknown, or at the very least, they wish to control what you do see of them. They are often obsessed with power, their own and that of others. Gaining power, losing power, reducing someone else’s power, etc. Feels most empowered when they are in control. Needs to feel like the boss or the one running the show/pulling the strings. Needs to feel like an authority figure.

Often is very close to a mentor or father-like figure that tends to be older and wiser, often in the field of business or coaching. May manufacture an enigmatic personality or genuinely have one but hide behind it for privacy or safety purposes. Fearful of being anyone’s puppet. Doesn’t want to give their power away. Fears being controlled by others and retaliates when they feel dictated to or controlled. Their relationships are often high-stakes, high drama, and emotionally demanding. May be addicted to toxic people—drama and chaos, especially of the emotional kind, and power struggles give them a rush, though, they may deny this and claim they hate drama and toxicity. Can be manipulated or abused in relationships, or they themselves can abuse their power, especially if they are abusing a substance or easily influenced at the time. Often in crisis. These natives tend to have deep, penetrating gazes and luminous eyes. For as much as they value privacy, when they do inevitably have a fall from grace, it is often painfully, visibly made public, quite to their embarrassment, and all their secrets are “exposed.” Most of them try to get ahead of potential scandals or involuntary public releases about them by self-disclosing embarrassing, scandalous information or personally divulging their secrets and “exposing” themselves so they get ahead of the story and don’t become the story, so they control the narrative. Control is really important to them—not just the illusion of it but the actual concept of being able to take action or determine the course of an event without being dictated by it. They often disappear and reappear in the public eye at will. These are not the type of people to go make an apology on the notes app when they do something the public doesn’t like. They will address their actions when they feel like it and if they feel like it and only if they do feel like it, always on their own terms. And they don’t apologize unless they mean it, so don’t expect to see them putting out disingenuous statements. They always have their guard up because they are weary of being hurt and they’re used to going through unsettling situations. Have dry humor and strong physical/sexual hungers/appetites/lusts; may be shady at times. Have dealt with a lot of trauma in their lives, for many early on, in their childhood. May succumb to their deepest, innermost fears if not careful. May suffer from intense paranoia—always suspicious of loved ones. Fear of being [double-]crossed or backstabbed. May have a difficult time forgiving or understanding people who turn their back on them. A sense of mystery surrounds them. Time does not heal their pain. Struggle feeling isolated and alone but needs lots of alone time and goes through periods where they shut themselves off from everybody and go ghost for a while, typically to recover from private battles, or draw back/recover strength from life. Acutely aware of their own mortality. Recovery to them looks like healing. They often call this—healing—surviving.

Resolute, assertive individuals. Can contradict themselves at times. A web of contradictions emerge when specifically attempting to define who they are. Struggles to feel healthy emotions, easily overpowered by their own excess emotional energy. Can feel dead inside sometimes. Often secretly struggles with addiction, past trauma (including in some cases sexual or emotional or physical abuse, depending on other factors, as well), and suicidal ideation. Frequently possesses a low mood or bleak outlook on life. Struggles to keep positive. Finds enlightenment in the most unexpected, unusual places. Often finds God or the spiritual equivalent after some tragedy—doesn’t have to be a near-death experience—or after hitting rock bottom, however they define it—this may be losing the love of their life, being fired from their job, being publicly ousted or held accountable for some moral breach, being sued, being accused of alleged wrongdoing, true or false, etc. They nearly have to lose everything—or what is most important to them—to come to some great epiphany or startling realization and make drastic changes in their life. Sometimes, they may wait until it’s too late. Difficult to decipher. Subject to varying moods, sulking, and general somber periods. Some natives may have a morbid fascination (curiosity) with their own death, or on the opposite side, a healthy fear of it. May struggle to have/develop/facilitate a healthy relationship, not only with others, but with themselves. Good judge of character, but can be blinded by infatuation or blind trust at times. When they fall, they fall hard. Very intuitive and sensitive, perceptive individuals. Self-transformation often comes at the cost of something they want, including their selves. Sometimes, it’s as though parts of them have to die in order for more of them to live. Often very powerful, secretive individuals who come to amass much power in life, but can just as easily lose it. Overwhelmingly strong survival instinct. A need to conquer, to be the best, and to win. Dominant personalities. Difficult to know, not difficult to love. Tend to have many secret admirers and enemies, and are feverishly wanted or desired by those who can’t or shouldn’t have, want, or want to have them. Besides having a magnetic gaze, these natives often have an intriguing, possibly even sexual aura that either strongly repels or attracts others. After a breakup, can be demonized or made the villain by past vengeful partners, especially if there were sordid affairs or the native was unfaithful.

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HALO: SHADOWS OF REACH — A REVIEW BY A SOMEWHAT ENTHUSIASTIC FAN

Alright, so after forever and to much demand (okay, that's a lie, no one asked for this), I've finally finished my review of the newest installment in the Halo novels: Shadows of Reach. Obviously, there are spoilers inbound.

RATING: 8/10

This could've easily been a ten if not for some parts of the story that irked me, but overall a fun read— I'd read it again.

A VERY LONG SUMMARY (OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD, SO PLEASE TELL ME IF I MESSED SOMETHING UP)

Welp, the first half is just John being very emo about Cortana and pretty much ignoring his teammates' emotional states (a large part of the book is that, actually), and introducing old wise man Major Van Houte, no nonsense Crew Chief Stella Mukai (who made John laugh, huzzah!!) and Lieutenant Maks "Hotshot kid" Chapov (don't get too attached). They perform intricate aerial maneuvers and the likes to avoid being spotted, but they are and they crash.

After a couple close encounters with Banished banshees that act like Keeper banshees for some odd reason, three-quarters of Blue Team gets their cans kicked by actual Banished banshees and get separated from Linda-058 and Special Crew (which are the flight crew btw). Whilst heavily wounded, they are held at gunpoint by the Viery Militia who also make fun of them while at gunpoint. (Rude, but also very funny). Militia Leader Lady assumes that they're there to help them liberate Reach (and refuses to let John tell her otherwise) and gets pissy about it afterwards - but she's under a lot of pressure, so it's fine - and Fred is Concussed™, leading to ridicule and shade from John and Kelly for pretty much the rest of the book.

There's a lot of stuff in the middle about the Viery Militia, so hightlight reel: John manages to ask his doc a personal question (Go, John!), and he and Kelly are driven to meet the commanders of the Militia by sweet Bella Disztl, five time winner of the Tantalus-10,000 (don't worry if you forget, they bring it up in every scene she's in). I like Bella, partly because she looks like my OC, but in general. Unfortunately, she falls prey to the Halo driver curse and bites it later on in the book.

Despite a lot of angst and distrust once the commanders find out BT is not there to help free Reach, they decide to take the Armory from the Banished and call in reinforcements from Infinity.

As they launch the assault on the Banished armory, everyone without MJOLNIR (and Chapov and Van Houte who are out of range) gets knocked out due to lack of breathable levels of oxygen in the tunnels (and they talk about the brain damage that's caused when your oxygen is cut off for a few minutes, which makes me and all the other RvB fans sad) and the Spartans are forced to do it alone, shocker. Chapov saves the day with an innovative tactic to take down massive amounts of Banished vehicles, go Chapov!

We finally get to see Halsey (who finally has a prosthetic arm), Lasky (who likes to say heck) and Palmer (who is still Very Done with basically everyone), so that's cool.

There's a second attack on the armory as the Banished try to take back what is theirs, and here is where Bella dies :( But, on the other hand, a hundred and twenty Spartans (which is still super shocking to me) save the day. Palmer and Blue Team have a very odd interaction wherein Palmer is treated like she's in the wrong despite being perfectly reasonable?? (I'm just going to read this part one more time because the first time around was at 2AM) Anyways, Palmer takes over freeing Reach and the Spartans go to the Highlands to finish their actual mission.

So, I've neglected to mention Castor's arc in the book because it's basically all the same thing, so highlight reel: There's a badass Sangheili called 'Gadogai who works for Escharum. This dude is the right hand man of Atriox, aka the big boss. Anyways, Deukalion (where are my TW fans at?!) and Ballas are dokabs of two of the other Banished clans who are fighting over the pioneers' land, like a bunch of bitches, instead of doing their jobs and Castor's really mad about it. Castor continually demonstrates his cleverness but as always misses a key factor and his plans get screwed. Also, Orsun's son is around, so that's cool. There's lots of Jiralhanae politics and crap that I'm not really going to go into here. Also, Veta Lopis and the Ferrets are there with their kick-ass hairstyles. Escharum shows up and Castor's ploy to let BT guide them to this Portal to the Ark finally works out and things are going good for the Keepers' Leader.

BT finally makes it to the mountains, and after a fun aerial chase, Chapov is mortally wounded and manages to take out, like, four Banshees before he dies. The Banished go for the Portal while BT rush for SWORD base, there's another large scale fight with Jetpack Brutes and Longswords and Broadswords, but BT makes it to SWORD base, and Fred goes check out the corridor to the Portal (which they get into after a lot of events). They grab three cryo-bins and a box with a sabre symbol on it, and John manages to mess up his wounded legs and is very nice to Kalmiya's fragment. Sweet.

The Freta reunion is painfully brief, and leaves Fred with confusion and a message capsule. The Portal is opened, the Keepers turn on the Banished, but ultimately no consequences are reaped (shocker) and Gadogai jumps ship over to the Keepers. Cortana is alerted by the Portal and a Guardian is showing up and everyone hauls ass away from Reach.

Captain Veronica Dare is still alive (yay) and gives Fred part of the message because "it's none of ONI's business" which is amazing and awesome and once again, yay. Halsey is pained by how much Blue Team had gotten beaten up (which I am still confused by) and Palmer and the rest of the UNSC forces are stranded on Reach.

FINAL THOUGHTS

It was definitely lots of fun, I'll give Denning that. They finally brought in that slipspace crystal from First Strike which I've been bitching about forever, which is cool.

However, lots of elements from his previous books touch over in this one, like continually getting the badass, untouchable Spartans absolutely pwned and the subtle traces of sexism surrounding his treatment of Kelly, Linda and now Palmer get on my nerves.

One thing that bites at me was that Kelly got shot in the goddamn chest and she was just doing perfectly fine. Her coping with it was not shown at all. It gets more and more obvious with each book that Denning is pretty much clueless on what to do with either of our badass Spartan ladies, which is discouraging, especially compared to the amazing force-of-nature that is Veta Lopis!

And I really didn't like the fact that John was just sad about Cortana. I mean, there's no actual conflict about the fact that Eviltana (who I will always think about as a different person from my blue bby) is a mass-murdering fanatical bitch. Like she's just misunderstood and not an actual dictator. And he doesn't seem to give a damn about any of the Spartans obvious signs of trauma over any of this stuff. He just dismissed Kelly's valid concern about saying Cortana's name, which is kind of OOC, but okay.

That being said, they better not make another Cortana model, because that was something Actual!Cortana was very messed up about; being replaced like that. If they do, they better make it very clear that she's a different entity, like Kalmiya.

Congrats and thank you for reading through all of this stuff! Hope you enjoyed, and feel free to hit me up regarding anything Halo!

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@sammysdewysensitiveeyes - I am going to do all of the ones you sent me, but a few at a time or the post would be MASSIVE and take days! So here’s the first three. MADELYNE PRYOR Maddie is absolutely a Brujah vampire. Brujah vampires rebels and revolutionaries, visionaries and philosophers, political dissedents and champions of the common man---or whatever their cause is. While they typically lean towards the downtrodden---whether it’s in vampire society or in general--- and fighting back against whatever the current status quo is, in theory a Brujah can be passionate about whatever it is they believe in, so long as it’s SOMETHING, so theoretically a Brujah could be a fanatical conservative as much as a radical Marxist. Brujah are often called “the Rabble” and the stereotypical Brujah image is that of a tough biker or gangster, but I think this misses the point of what they’re really about, which is being dedicated to some kind of ideal. That said, they are also a bunch of headcrackers who are not only willing to get their hands dirty and crack some heads for the cause, they’re EAGER. While many today have indeed degenerated into nothing more than rebels without a cause who just like causing trouble and starting fights for fun, many others still carry the mantle of warrior-philosophers into the modern nights, even if they’re more rare. So, why do I say this is Maddie? Well, Maddie is courageous as hell, first of all. It’s one of her most notable pre-Inferno characteristics, she’s brave as FUCK. Secondly, she cares about others. I remember one story in which her plane had crashed in a snowstorm and she devoted herself to the safety of her passengers above all else, even Scott, if I recall correctly. And let us not forget that her first death was not Inferno, it was willingly sacrificing her own life so that Forge could use her soul in a spell to seal away the Adversary and save the world. And one of her final conversations before that was with a news crew, advocating the acceptance of mutantkind. Maddie is brave, she has a temper, she believes in justice and the rights of the outcasts and rejects, and she can also be violent and take vengeance too far. That’s all very Brujah. I can absolutely see her as like, an Anarch den mother to new vampires or an independent vampire who gives help to those on the bottom regardless of what sect they’re in, Anarch or Camarilla or even Sabbat, but is also ferocious and should not be crossed. Which...is also very Brujah, as is the fact that their clan weakness is their tempers and passions can push them over the edge into Frenzy twice as easily as other vampires. The powers of the Brujah are Potence, Celerity, and Presence. Potence is super-strength and Celerity is superspeed, neither of which is very specifically “Maddie” to me, but Presence is a psychic ability with which a vampire can charm, entrance, and inspire hypnotic awe or dreadful terror. And I think that’s a good nod to her psychic abilities as a mutant, especially her scary factor. CATSEYE So, Catseye obviously has to be a Bastet, which are the werecat breeds in “Werewolf: The Apocalypse”. She also would definitely be a Feline werecat. Feline werecat that sounds repetitive but being “Feline” with a capital F in this context means born as a cat, rather than a human. See, wereanimals in WtA aren’t made by biting, they’re born. Some are born human, and will undergo their First Change sometime after adolescence, others are born as animals and will grow up as such, until their First Change between the ages of two and three years old (since animals mature faster). The latter often have a TON of adjustment to make, because they have to learn not just how to be a wereanimal, but a human. Because regardless of what state they were BORN in, all wereanimals will have a human form, an animal form, a hybrid form, and a giant-size version of their animal form. So you’ve got people turning into critters...and critters turning into people, who have to learn to walk and talk and wear clothes and stuff like that so that they can move through human society when they have to. It’s a perfect fit for Catseye! Each Bastet has a “Pyrio” meaning a classification of their general personality and what fields they’re likely to pursue and be talented in: Daylight - open and direct, they tend to be diplomats, warriors, lawgivers, and protectors. Twilight - questioners and seekers, they tend to be detectives, lawyers, spies, or mystics Night - often withdrawn and reclusive, they tend to be assassins, scholars, scientists, and practitioners of dark magics. I think Daylight because she was a fighter and she tended to strike directly, she was much more charge type than an assassin. I mean, she tried to jump right on top of Magma while Magma was IN HER FIRE FORM, Catseye is not a planner, and I think Daylight just fits her very open and innocent personality. I see her definitely being a warrior! A warrior cat, if you will ;) So that leaves...what breed Bastet is she? Because there are multiple types of Bastet, each reflecting a different species of big cat. For Catseye, I have narrowed it down to Simba (lion), Khan (tiger), Bagheera (leopard), or Bubasti (the ancient Egyptian kyphur cats). The Simba are the most proud and arrogant of the Bastet, they want to rule over the others and see themselves as the ones who are going to put things back into order. Unlike most Bastet tribes, which are solitary like most big cats, Simba live in Prides like real lions and there is a strict pecking order of respect. and dominance. I don’t think that Catseye wants to rule other people or sees herself as the one who has all the answers, but I do think she is, well, a cat, and is a proud vain creature who overestimates herself (but in a way much more endearing than Fabian or Empath) We also see from the way she worked so well as a team member in the Hellions that she’s a social animal, and she understands hierarchy and takes orders from Emma. She also grew up in canon having the fight to survive, so having to fight to avoid being picked on ---as the strong will do to the weak---by other Pride members as a kitten would fit. The Bagheera are the wereleopards, both strong and wise, renowned for both their mystic insights and their ferocious tempers. They’re curious, scholarly, and enjoy/seek new experiences to learn from, which I think fits the fact that Catseye was, according to Emma’s notes, ferociously intelligent. She seemed dumb to others because of her simple speaking style and not understanding a lot about the human world, but that’s merely because she was new to it; according to Emma, she was a genius, and the fact she learned to speak as well as she did IN A MERE YEAR according to said notes is a testament to that. And I don’t think you can teach a cat anything unless she WANTS to learn, so I see Catseye not just as very intelligent (if frequently NOT very clever; see aforementioned jumping on Magma, she’s obviously very overconfident and impulsive) but also eager to learn and very, well, curious! I think the Bagheera balance of being hot-tempered warriors but also curious and wise fits Catseye, though she’s not quite “wise” yet due to her youth! The Khan are the weretigers, and like the Simba, they’re very proud creatures who see themselves as Gaia's most perfect creations and as such obliged to protect all who are lesser. Khan are straightforward and action-oriented, not clever schemers. Whatever one of these Bastet do, they do it with full-tilt vigor, whether it be fighting, romancing, hunting, studying, or even contemplating. They throw themselves into all tasks with a mighty passion, and their bodies, in any from, bristle with vitality. Their weaknesses, such as they are, come from being too trusting or too sure of themselves. Which fits Catseye because, well, I’ve already covered her overconfidence, and being too trusting, well...she trusted Emma as her mother, and Emma was just using her as a tool, a weapon in a war that Catseye among all the Hellions understood the least, even if Emma ended up loving her deep down in the end. Finally, the Bubasti. Shy and secretive yet the most social of the Bastet; like the Simba, they live and work in groups. Bubasti are defined by the fact they are extremely hungry, both mentally and physically. Physically, they carry a curse of always being starving no matter how much they eat, and mentally they’re just always thirsty for knowledge, devouring books and research just as they do food. Catseye wasn’t ever gluttonous for food that we saw but she was ferociously intelligent and learned a lot very fast, as discussed, and also was more social than most big cats, as also covered. Bubasti are also ALWAYS very skinny, which Catseye also was; she’s listed as being six feet tall but only 120 lbs, she was rail thin (I picture her as like, skinny but very sinewy, like a ballerina, and I also headcanon that once she started getting enough to eat, she’d develop a more Amazonian physique) She’d need a racelift to be a Bubasti, as most are Egyptian and all are dark-skinned. The other Bastet types I described are also mostly of the ethnicities from the same lands their feline form originates from (ex: tigers are from China and India) but have white members too due to breeding with colonizers. I can’t pick which I would go with for her, really, which is perhaps also fitting since Catseye’s feline form in canon was inconsistent too, sometimes looking more like a lion, a panther, or even a lynx depending on the artist. PYRO In DnD, my first thought for him was a Genasi. Genasi are half-genie or have a genie somewhere in their family tree. Genies in DnD come from The Elemental Planes, so each genasi will reflect which plane their ancestor came from--Pyro of course would be a fire genasi.  Nearly all fire genasi are feverishly hot as if burning inside, an impression reinforced by flaming red, coal- black, or ash-gray skin tones. The more human-looking have fiery red hair that writhes under extreme emotion, while more exotic specimens sport actual flames dancing on their heads. Fire genasi voices might sound like crackling flames, and their eyes flare when angered. Some are accompanied by the faint scent of brimstone. Also, while genasi will typically have birth names common to the people among whom they were raised, some will choose to assume thematic names like  Flame, Ember, Wave, or Onyx. So a guy born as St. John Allerdyce and later calling himself Pyro, basically! If you want to take out the fire theme, he also works fine as a human, but like, where’s the fun in that? My other choice for him would be a half-elf. He’s tall and gangly and just a bit too-thin yet somehow not unhealthy for it like a human would be, but didn’t inherit the elven beauty and just kind odd instead---honestly like I love how Pyro is kinda, as you had Shaw unkindly put it, horsey-faced in Byrne’s art? He’s not UGLY but he’s distinct, and I’m always here for a character than doesn’t blend in with the other bland supermodel faces, and I also like the idea of a half-elf who DIDN’T get the whole ethereal look thing. My first thought for his class was rogue because of his villain status, but then I realized...no, he is a BARD. Think about it. Bards retell history in the most captivating way, or they make up their own equally hypnotic stories of tragedy or romance, battles or woe or bawdy humor. They *are* journalists and romance novel writers just like, just they do it with music instead of with writing! And like...they probably DO write them down first, I bet he takes notes in battle to turn it into a good song later! Also, he may have been a bad guy in canon, but...he’s so not a rogue? Like, Pyro was not a stealth and cunning guy, he blasted everything with fire! So yeah, he’s totally a bard! As a non-wolf werebeast, he’d be a Celican werecat. The Celican are descended from now-extinct European lions, but they don’t look like it---they look like oversized domestic cats, with as much variation in patterns and colors, though black and white are common. I see him as a great big ginger tabby though! Of all the tribes, the Ceilican have adapted best to the modern world. Most of them favor sports, music, mass media and, psychology, so I think his being a journalist would fit very well.  Most Ceilican have a natural aptitude for technology, too; no other tribe is as comfortable with computers and mechanical devices as they are, so he can totally be typing up his stories on his phone and laptop! He’d also be more likely to be a Homid, meaning born in human shape, so he grew up with tech. As mentioned, the cats who claim Twilight  as their Pyrio are “questioners and seekers, they tend to be detectives, lawyers, spies, or mystics”  andI feel like a traveling journalist fits this well. I think that the predilections of the Twilights also suggest an interest in justice ---lawyers, detectives---which I do think Pyro has, given his allegiance with the Brotherhood. Speaking of that, all werebeasts, whatever they are, serve Gaia, the Earth Herself, mother of all living beings, in a holy crusade. So in that sense they’re all good...but from a HUMAN perspective, they’re often not, since a lot of werebeasts, either as groups or individuals, see humanity either as a blight to be wiped out, or as something they’re just not concerned about. Like they wouldn’t hunt us for sport, but have very little care if we’re hurt or killed as collateral damage in their battles against the Wyrm (the big threat to Gaia) and I think that works well with his Brotherhood status. There's a definite cunning bent to this tribe, a mischievous spark that ignites either playful games or malicious villainy (and frequently both), giving even the most laidback among them a very divided and unstable nature, and like...that seems Pyro to me, he can be anything from just kind of a lovable rogue to REALLY FUCKING DANGEROUS AND WILL KILL YOU WITHOUT REMORSE they’re also EXTREMELY passionate creatures, and fire is typically tied to passion or used to represent it. Emotional drama draws them like ants to sugar, so I’m thinking that’s how werecat Pyro became inspired to start writing romance novels. The Celican are a hidden tribe, believed to be wiped out, but actually they were just hanging out with the Fae for a long time so everyone thinks they’re extinct now, even though they’ve re-emerged, which I think also works well with pyro having been literally dead for awhile and now is back. Here’s the weird part about the Celican.  Each year, they must forget who they are and become someone else. Physically they are the same person, but mentally they’re someone new. While I don’t like the idea of Pyro losing himself, I think this could be a great way to incorporate every version of Pyro into one character---the standard 616 guy we love, the chaotic Duggan dumbass, the bad boy from the XMCU, the manic pyromaniac from X-Men Evolution, all of them have been different “lives” of the same guy. Finally, all Celican prefer using blades over guns just because they think blades have more “style” and despite the fact Pyro technically uses ranged weapons in a sense (basically a self-powered flamethrower) I think he’d agree that STYLE IS IMPORTANT given his love for making shapes out of fire in combat even when there’s no need to do so. Celicans are flamboyant and they like to wear stuff like punk and pseudo-medieval fashions, and while I wouldn’t describe Pyro’s style as either of those, he is def a snazzy dresser who takes bold risks! I’m not sure what werewolf tribe would fit him best, but he would be a Galliard. Galliards are the storytellers and bards of the Garou (werewolf) society, tasked with using their voice to call their people to battle and inspiring them to greatness, as well as the keepers of Garou history through oral tradition. That’s right WEREWOLF BARDS! Something that works for both a werecat and a werewolf is Pyro being raised by his gran. A wereanimal parent is not always going to be around, they’re off fighting the Wyrm, so while it’s ideal for the child to be raised by the pack, a lot of times they’re raised by Kinfolk (the human and animal relatives of a wereanimal) or even a completely human family. If they’re being raised by non-Kinfolk relatives, they probably never get told what they are and their First Change is a huge surprise! Which like, translates pretty well to the awakening of a mutant power. For “Vampire the Masquerade” I think he’d be Toreador or Brujah. Brujah because I could see him getting politicized due to his time was a wartime journalist, wanting to stay neutral at first but becoming more and more radicalized the more he saw until he was forced to take a stand, and his passion in his writing inspiring a Brujah to Embrace him. He then saw how the Camarilla (the ruling “government” of vampire society) was very much all about the elite making the rules and enforcing them on those they deemed “below” them, literal bloodsuckers acting as metaphorical bloodsuckers to boot, etc., and becoming, like many Brujah, an Anarch instead, standing against the “Ivory Tower” as they call the Cam, and instead championing the ideals of undead egalitarianism regardless of how old or young or powerful or weak you are. The Camarilla allow the existence of the Anarchs so long as they don’t get out of hand, but will also hold them to Camarilla laws; the Anarchs don’t consider themselves Camarilla, but according to the Cam they are! I can see Pyro having OPINIONS on that. Alternatively a Toreado was inspired by his romance novels---the Toreadors are the artistes of vampire society, and it’s common for them to Embrace someone whose talents they feel should be preserved forever. And before you say he’s not good enough for that---Toreadors are fickle and shallow creatures, given to becoming obsessed with some new favored muse or protege, then dropping them in a few months times and moving on to the next hot rising star they’re now convinced is the true genius, then doing it all over again. I could absolutely see some Toreador, easily swayed emotional creatures that they are, always seeing thrills and passion and human feeling, getting enchanted by his romance novels, which are all about high-drama and exaggerated emotions as well as opulent and descriptive surroundings, that’s total Toreador bait, that’s TOREADOR CLICHE CENTER, and they swoop in and Embrace him and he thinks he’s so special and chosen...and then they ditch him, much like how he was used as a test case, leaving him on his own in cutthroat vampire society, which likely embittered him a good deal. This might lead him into Anarch-y but conversely it might instead make him support the Camarilla, since the Camarilla have strict policies about who is allowed to Embrace childer, and how many, and under what circumstances, whereas the Anarchs believe it’s a personal choice, which probably results in a lot of cases like Pyro. Or he might think that it should be a personal choice still, but resent his sire for treating that choice as irresponsibly as they did, you could go a lot of directions with this! Also! Maybe when he’s cast off by his Torrie sire, he has to seek help from Maddie the Brujah and that’s how they meet! Hope you enjoyed! More coming tomorrow! EDIT: I could also see a Toreador Emrbacing Maddie because she looked like their lost love and then likewise abandoning her, Toreadors are super emotional but those feelings, as convincing and deep as they seem to the Toreador who are ruled by them, aren’t real and don’t last, so that would be...typical. But I would prefer to pick her clan based on who she IS , no reproduce the clone story that stripped that from her, though that could be her Brujah sire’s reasoning too.

[boltsandashes]

10x2 we are the end of the world initial thoughts

Quick reactions & overall thoughts under the cut.

“Kill me and you’ll have to kill my daughter too.” I laughed. Damn, mother of the year there.

I get that the whole thing is that Lydia’s the general exception to Alpha’s rules, but it’s just really weird that Lydia spent her whole life with this woman who insists on no one having names.... and she’s the only Whisperer with a name. And all the Whisperers seem cool with that.

I’ve gotta say, the dead are a lot more observant than i tend to give them credit for. The fact that they can pick up on the fact that something that looks like them and smells like them is making a sound (crying) that they shouldn’t make, and interpret that as meaning it’s something they should try to eat...? That’s a lot of cognitive processing and reasoning skills for a Walker.

Also -- I love Beta’s iconic outfit, but if half the purpose of traveling with the dead is subtlety... he should probably change that outfit now that our characters know what to look for.

Oooh y’know, it makes sense that Alpha would have to pretend she’d killed Lydia but I hadn’t thought about that before. I’m kind of psyched to see how Beta reacts when he founds out she lied. 

When that girl took off her mask. Me: Lizzie??

(idk why that was my thought it looks like her ok)

*snorts* at Alpha & Beta’s first date scene tearing open a Walker’s guts. (...Actually Rick & Daryl’s first date was tearing open a Walker’s guts too...)

“My head finally feels right again.” Because she... squished it? Honestly that was a weird moment, Alpha just sort of pushing on her head before stopping. Does she normally crush people’s skulls with her bare hands, is that a plot point I’m forgetting?

Aww poor not!Lizzie </3 I honestly really love that they brought the baby and the mother back as a plot point, that we got to see the fallout from that. I’m surprised and sad she died so quickly though, it would’ve been nice to bring her back in later, maybe have her turning point at a more vital moment when it impacted the Whisperers or our group.

But I bet the sister’s gonna come into play later, and is not gonna be thrilled about all this hypocrisy. Oh Alpha...

Oh yeah, she’s being named. Definitely coming into play later. Probably gonna make some kind of play for new Alpha eventually. See how that goes.

How did three people die, though? How did one person taking off her mask and jumping on Alpha get other people killed? That’s just weird to me, idk. Did they take off their masks too? Do excited Walkers just start biting everything around them now even if it looks like another Walker?

1) Damn that is a long-lasting smiley face shirt. 2) This getting v beauty and the beast, which is not something I ever expected to say about these two.

Oh, he just... found out about Lydia really fast, huh. And didn’t care. I guess Gamma’s is gonna be the big reaction then.

“I saw smoke by the border.” Um... yeah, did you guys just completely not register the flaming hunk of metal falling out of the sky yesterday? Honestly why did your brain jump to “the enemy have crossed the border”? Like... they did, but you shouldn’t have known that. You should’ve assumed it was... you know, the giant flaming hunk of metal.

--

Ok. SO. Overall impressions. I liked a lot of things about this episode. Other things seemed a little rushed or clumsy, as if the writers knew what end point they wanted to reach and had to shove the plot a little in places to get it there. Things like... how did Beta know that when Alpha said “you don’t have to leave him” she meant “how ‘bout you peel the skin off his face”? We knew she meant that ‘cause we’ve seen the future and we know they wear skin masks, but it just... seemed like an odd conclusion to jump to. Or when Alpha heard there was smoke and assumed it was our group, completely ignoring the fact that a satellite fell there yesterday. 

IMO they should’ve either gone to investigate the fire and seen the group putting it out, or Alpha should’ve assumed it wasn’t our group until she spotted Carol. ‘Cause... now her and Carol having that staredown was just kind of pointless? Like... ok, you’d already made up your mind to go attack our group, and your whole power comes from the element of surprise, but let’s pull off your mask and just have a random staredown to let her know you’re coming, that’s... sensible.

That said. I really liked the stuff with Gamma and her sister. I can see Gamma coming into play in an interesting way later, and I just enjoyed getting more into the fanatical cult mindset behind Alpha’s followers. The flashbacks with Alpha and Beta were interesting (if a little rushed) and my heart just hurt for poor bby Lydia being stuck with those very unstable people. I feel like I both have a better and much worse handle on Beta than I did before, but that’s alright for the time being.

Overall it was a pretty decent episode. Nothing mindblowing, and I was a little let down by the ending I think, but a solid way to get to know our enemy and get more insight into a few major characters like Beta, Alpha, and Lydia.

[thewittyphantom]

Here’s Blair’s dialogue with normal Jaden, Zane, and Aster. She must have made a lot of lunches! XD Joey would love this event!

Blair: Jaden! Jaden: Hey Blair. You made lunch for me? Blair: Yup! Just for you! So make sure to eat it all! And I mean all! Jaden: Ummm.....All? But there’s so much food- Blair: Oh? Jaden: Besides, I can’t eat everything when the other Duelists are grabbing their share too. Blair: Whaaaaaaaaaaa? Jaden: I’ve never seen so many fight for a bite! Your lunch is a big hit. Blair: Maybe I did cook too much....

Blair: I’ve been watching your matches in the pro leagues, Zane. Zane: ............ Blair: I’m a total fan of your new look, but not with your recent playing style. Zane: What do you mean? Blair: You’re kinda cruel. You should remember to respect your opponent. Zane: Pass. Blair: Sigh...You used to be my hero, but... I guess people do change. Zane: You’re one to talk. You’ve changed as well. Blair: Of course. I’m no longer a kid. It’s called growing up. And my skills have grown too!

Blair: Huh? You’re eating my special lunch? This means the pro duelist Aster Phoenix is in love with my cooking...and me! Sorry, Aster! I know you play HEROES to be more like Jaden, but my heart belongs to him! Aster: There’s a lot of assuming going on in your brain. I don’t care about your make-believe world. But I do care that you would compare me to a lesser Duelist like Jaden! My Destiny HEROES are far superior to his Elemental HEROES! Blair: Sheesh. You don’t have to yell at me. I heard that you were nice to your fans, but you’re not nice at all. Aster: Because you’re not a fan of mine. Blair: Oh, i am a fan. But just cuz I like you doesn’t mean I love you. Not like Jaden. Aster: ............ You’re proof that “fan” is short for “fanatic.”

[bensboynton]

Good Enough b.h; Part 2

part 1 is in my masterlist: link in my blog description

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of drugs/alcohol, infidelity(PLS DON’T CHEAT ON YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD)

feedback would be greatly appreciated:)

Key: Y/BF/N = your boyfriend’s name

A/N: this gets heavy towards the middle and end, but i promise part three will be really fluffy and have a lot more ben in it okay? okay. 

also i should probably mention that your boyfriend is also an extremely successful singer.

“Gwil, you’re needed on set.” Gwilym rolled his eyes playfully, looking over at you. “I’ve just sat down!” you giggled at the man’s exasperated response, lightly tapping his leg with your foot as he stood up to leave.

“Go get em’ tiger.” you murmured as he gave you a thumbs up, flipping his mop of brown curly hair over his shoulder. You laughed and turned your attention back to the book currently laying in your lap.

The PA’s voice had interrupted the extremely interesting conversation you were having with Gwilym; a heated debate over the better type of chocolate. Clearly, dark chocolate was superior, but Gwil was very passionate about milk chocolate. 

You had only been working on the set of the movie for a few days, (you weren’t exactly sure how many, though. Due to the ever-present jet lag and SEVERE lack of sleep, the days were starting to melt together) but you already felt like your cast mates were your second family. You had grown especially close with Gwilym and Joe, who acted like your big brothers.

So far, you had already had one lack-of-sleep-induced mental breakdown, (these happened more often than you’d like to admit) and both Gwilym and Joe were there to comfort you every step of the way. 

You began blocking out the rest of the world as you focused on the story sitting in your lap. It was the original Romeo and Juliet play, one of your favorites. Since minoring in creative writing in college, you had become quite the sucker for Shakespeare.

“Romeo and Juliet, eh?” you heard a deep British voice echo from your left. You spun a piece of your hair around your finger, meeting the forest green eyes of the only other man in the room. “One of my favorites,” he continued, biting into a green apple in his large hand.

“These violent delights have violent ends,” Ben spoke dramatically, “or something like that.”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip as he made his way over to sit down on the couch opposite of you. Ben was in his full Roger Taylor gear, his wig and costume astonishing enough to make even the biggest of Queen fanatics do a double take.

“It’s been my favorite since I did an analysis in college.” you murmured, flipping the page over quickly, beginning to chew on what was left of the nail on your right thumb. 

“What was your major?” Ben inquired, furrowing his brows in curiosity.

“Technically psychology, and I minored in creative writing. But my psychology degree doesn’t really get much use now.” Ben nodded thoughtfully at your response.

You glanced back down to the play, continuing to gnaw at the skin on your thumb.

“Stop that.”

You glanced up at Ben through your thick eyelashes, confusedly cocking an eyebrow at him. 

“Stop what?”

“Biting your nails. I’ve noticed you do that a lot.” He spoke as he lazily leaned back on the green couch.

You quickly placed your hand at your side, sitting on your fingers as you meet the eyes of the crazy good-looking British man. 

Your friendship with Ben was… unnecessarily complicated. He acted strange around you sometimes, and the awkwardness that resulted in some of your conversations was unnatural compared to the camaraderie you shared with the rest of the cast.

“Sorry if that came off as rude or something, I used to bite my nails too.” you smiled up at him, noticing the slight bouncing of his left leg as your eyes drifted back to the page of your book. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to comprehend a single thing. 

You glanced back up at the jittery blonde man. “I feel you. It’s been a bad habit of mine since grade school.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. The quiet buzz of the heater unit in the small waiting room was the only disturbance in the increasingly awkward silence between you and Ben.

“Oh, before I forget,” he exclaimed as he rummaged through his pockets, “I forgot to give this to you yesterday before you left, but you dropped this napkin on set and the lyrics on it kind of looked important.” your heart soared at the sight of your familiar blue ink on the white piece of fabric.

“Oh my god. You found it!” you practically shot off the couch and snatched it from his hand. “Thank you so much, I thought someone had thrown this away. This is the chorus for my next song, I think.”

Without really thinking, you leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “You know, you shouldn’t worry as much about how you’re perceived by me. Or anyone else, really. Just a word of advice.” you spoke as you admired the napkin in your hand. 

You noticed the beaming smile resting on his face, accompanied by a slight flush of pink as you identified the smell of cigarettes and an oddly scented cologne that suited him strangely well.

“It was really no problem. I had a feeling it was important, especially with lyrics as amazing as those,” you blushed as you hastily pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, “and thank you for the advice. I’ll try to keep it in mind.” 

Ben winked at you playfully, causing you to let out a small chuckle, but your heart was doing backflips in your chest. He just had this effect on you…

There was a small pause as you skimmed over the lyrics on the napkin before you placed it in the small bag you brought with you to set every day. 

“Not that my opinion really has much merit, but I think you’re really talented,” Ben paused, moving a piece of his blonde wig out of his eyes, “not a lot of people can compose something like that on a napkin and have it be solid enough to make a complete record out of it." 

You bit back a big smile as you met his stunningly wide eyes that could blow a breath of fresh air into you anytime you looked at them. His tiny grin was gentle, with sincerity practically bleeding through the edges of his lips.

"That truly means a lot to me, Ben, thank you. Means more than you could ever know, actually.” he lightly scratched the back of his neck, breaking your intense eye contact, “and, not that my opinion has much merit, but I think you’re an amazing drummer.”

He laughed, lightly rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger, reaching to adjust the wrist band that was tightly coiled around his left arm, “I appreciate it, but I’m no Roger Taylor.”

“Woah, hold up there. I never said you were that good.” Ben’s jaw fell slack as he playfully glared at you, his eyes seeming to be searching you for something.

You carefully moved to go sit back down, but before you could even take a step, the door swung open. 

“Ben, Y/N, you’re needed on set now.”

You offered Ben a soft grin as he held the door open for you, walking into the hustle and bustle of the movie set. Today was going to be a long, long, day. 

You had been working on the Bohemian Rhapsody movie for about two weeks at this point. Saying that out loud makes it seem like a lot less time than how it felt. Nevertheless, the glamour of being an actress has most definitely worn off.

The dazzling red carpets and interviews felt like they were eons away, seemingly working their way farther and farther into your future with each passing hour.

Don’t get it confused, you loved acting, you loved your job, but the long days and long nights were starting to mess with your system more than you’d like to admit.

Just last week, you were in the middle of shooting a scene with Rami when you felt lightheaded and fainted for a few seconds. Right there, in front of the entire cast and crew. Definitely not one of proudest moments.

The combination of lack of sleep, all the caffeine to attempt to make up for said lack of sleep, having to memorize your lines, rehearse for the final three shows of your tour, and deal with all the absolutely wonderful elements of being a woman was really starting to wear on your wellbeing. Mentally, and physically.

But, nevertheless, you were playing your dream role in your dream movie about Queen, whom you got to go to work with and talk to every day. There really wasn’t that much for you to be complaining about.

And, for the first time in a really, really long time, you felt completely and totally happy. 

“Y/N, we’re going out to get some drinks. Wanna tag along?” Allen smirked at you, nudging your shoulder as he grabbed a bottle of water before turning to leave. 

“Dumbass question, of course I wanna go.” You spoke, turning to grab your purse on the counter and beginning to follow Allen and the rest of the cast out the door. 

You were about two feet away from the exit, able to feel the cold London air on your legs when someone called your name. You turned around and saw it was one of the PA’s.

“Y/N, you have a visitor. Says his name is Y/BF/N? Should I let him in?” she inquired from across the room. 

You stopped dead in your tracks, all the color quickly leaving your face. He couldn’t really be here, could he? 

“Yeah, let him in,” you said breathlessly, sympathetically looking up at your friends, “could you guys wait here for a few minutes while I deal with this?" 

They all nodded and went to sit back down on the couches and chairs in the little side room. Ben gave you a reassuring smile from across the room, before reaching over and putting a rugby game on the TV. You turned towards the woman at the door.

You walked with the PA who informed you that he was in the room right across the hall. You took a deep breath and stood in front of the maroon colored door.

It wasn’t like him to come for surprise visits. And he knew you hated surprises, so there was definitely an ulterior motive here. Just the thought of that made butterflies erupt in the pits of your stomach as you gathered your courage. You finally knocked on the door twice before letting yourself in.

Seeing him awkwardly standing there was certainly… something. For lack of a better word, he looked like shit. Pure, unadulterated shit. And you weren’t surprised, because he had a bad habit of getting absolutely wasted most nights while he was on tour. 

Whether it was backstage after his show or at some random club or bar near the venue he performed at, he was always under the influence of something. That’s why you never went with him on his tours, because he’d be too drunk or too high to have a conversation with you that didn’t end in a screaming fight. And something about his posture signified that this meeting was about to end in a similar way. 

You now realized how long you had truly been avoiding this. The inevitability of the conversation you two were about to have felt to be swarming around your bodies. You were truly now able to realize how unhealthy this has been for you. How you kept everything that bothered you or made you even slightly upset inside rather than provoke the man you “loved” over something so small.

You two definitely didn’t have the healthiest of relationships, you’ll be the first to admit that. But the idea of having to eventually have to go to weddings alone, go home to an empty apartment and live in constant silence scared the everliving shit out of you. You hated silence, you hated being alone. 

So you had just put up with it.

Sometimes you would think that he gave up on you. He would stop returning your calls and the number of goodnight text messages from him would dwindle, so you’d think maybe he was done with you. Maybe you wouldn’t have to put up with the heartbreak of the severing of your relationship. Maybe the connection would diminish over time until it eventually dissipated into thin air. 

But now here he was, in all his drunken, grimy glory on the set of Bohemian Rhapsody in London, about 6000 miles away from what should’ve been his current tour stop. And you felt like you were going to throw up. 

All the feelings for him you thought you had lost came rushing back with a force so strong it almost knocked you off your feet. You wanted so desperately to run into his arms and greet him with a kiss, but you couldn’t. You had to fight your muscle memory. 

"Hi.” he murmured, his voice slightly hoarse as he shifted his gaze to your shoes. He couldn’t even make eye contact with you.

“Hey,” you whispered back, staying quiet for the fear that a normal sound would shatter the delicate chain that was tying your faltering relationship together.

He turned away from you, walking over to the tiny window in the eerily silent room, pulling out a cigarette and lighter from his black leather jacket. You sighed to yourself. You weren’t allowed to smoke in here but you would be damned if you were going to tell him that, and risk angering him.

You acted… different, around him. It was like he was a damp towel that was thrown on top of you whenever you two were together. You suddenly became a shell, a ghostly hollow of whom you were supposed to be. And you fucking hated that. And you hated him for that.

The silence in the room was so heavy on your shoulders you swore your feet would break through the wooden floor. It was uncomfortable, just like everything about him. He was an uncomfortable person.

“I don’t want to draw this out, because this won’t be pleasant for me or for you.” He broke the silence, speaking louder than before. And just like you feared, it shattered whatever was left.

“My management agency got a courtesy letter two nights ago from TMZ about a story that was breaking tomorrow about me. And I wanted you to hear this from me, not some stupid fucking twitter news highlight.”

The sharp, stunningly cold tone in his voice was so foreign to you. The last time you two were together for longer than three days, his voice had been warm, welcoming, and like a home. He was your home. And now you felt like you were listening to a stranger speak. 

You almost stopped him. You almost barged out of the room and left whatever it was that he was going to say unsaid. He was hesitating, and you could feel how hard he was trying to force the words out of his throat. And that scared you more than anything. He was never the type to shy away from the truth, or what needed to be said. 

That used to be something you admired, something about him you were in love with. He was crazy and wild, completely explicit and transparent. The complete opposite of you. 

And maybe when you went on your first date with him you thought being around someone like him would change someone like you. Maybe you thought he would be able to coax you out of your shell. 

He suddenly looked away from the window, meeting your eyes. Your stomach dropped at his pin-head sized pupils, the harsh color of his blue irises reaching out and slapping you across your face. 

He let out a shaky breath, retrieving a piece of yellow folded paper from his jacket pocket. “You know, I’ve never been good with words, so to be completely honest with you,” he paused, taking a drag from the cigarette perched between his slender fingers, “I have no fucking idea how to say this right now.”

You wanted to comment, to say something, but it was like you suddenly forgot how to speak. You were frozen. He had his imaginary grip around your throat and you couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. These few seconds felt like they were dragging on for an eternity.

“You cheated on me, didn’t you?” you whispered, feeling the familiarity of strain in your throat. 

You weren’t religious, you had never been to a church in your life. But at this moment you would’ve dropped to your knees and prayed to any God that you were wrong. That he hadn’t been unfaithful to you. 

He handed you the piece of paper he had been holding for a few minutes, “I wrote down as many as I could remember. But some of the times I-” he began before you let out a laugh. 

“Because you were too drunk?” you continued. He nodded, letting his head fall to stare at his shoes.

You had run through this scenario in your head before, on a particularly late night when you couldn’t fall asleep. You never thought you’d be actually living it, yet here you are. 

To be honest, you expected to be a tearful mess. But all you felt was pure anger coursing through your veins as you unfolded the paper and glanced at the words. 

Jessica from Calgary, July. Allison and Tiffany from Montreal, June. Megan from Iowa, mid-August. And there were way more on the list that you couldn’t bring yourself to read. You let out a chuckle. You should’ve known. 

“Did you think about me, when you were with them? Did you ever give me a second thought?” you inquired. He looked back up at you like a deer in headlights. 

“Did you ever wake up and see my voicemails, my text messages, and regret it?” He was still speechless, looking at you like you were speaking in some long lost foreign language.

You let out a deep breath of disbelief that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, collapsing down on the upholstered couch, “when did you decide you didn’t love me anymore?" 

"Y/N, I never stopped-”

“Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t sit here and try to make everything better with your cheesy bullshit of how you never stopped loving me, how you still love me even after all we’ve been through. I really don’t want to hear it." 

There was an uncomfortable pause as you felt scalding hot tears well up in your eyes. You tried blinking them away but this just caused them to spill down your cheeks. "I’ve been on two world tours across five continents and I never once thought about betraying you. Betraying us. Betraying what we had. It wasn’t even a question.”

You looked back up at him, your tears dripping off your chin and settling into the hollows of your collar bone. And you suddenly lost the loose leash you had on the emotions running rampant in your gut. 

"I would’ve done literally anything for you. If you asked me to not take the part in this movie, my absolute dream job, I would’ve declined and apologized for being an inconvenience to you.”

“If you asked me to throw myself off a cliff, I would’ve done it in a fucking heartbeat. And you have the nerve to stand here and act like you cheating on me however many times you did is no big deal? Like you didn’t just betray the only person you had left?”

You were yelling now, and to be frank, you didn’t care. You didn’t have the empathy nor mental capacity left to care. You had never experienced a heartbreak so severe it made you nauseous. 

You were confused and so dizzy. You felt like you were about to pass out or throw up the sandwich you had for lunch, but you couldn’t tell which one. You’re weren’t sure if you were dreaming but also not sure if you were even alive. Maybe this was Hell. Maybe you passed away in your sleep last night and you were living in your own, personal Hell.

Because you could deny it all you wanted, but you were still in love with this man. Hell, you’d still die for him. That wouldn’t change. He had you wrapped around his pinky finger and both of you knew it. And that’s why it hurt so bad. Because everything hurts more when it comes from someone you love. 

"I came out here as a fucking courtesy, so you didn’t have to find out about this on the internet. I didn’t have to fly out here, didn’t even have to tell you, but I did. There’s no need to act like a god damn child!” he screamed, angrily opening the window to his right. 

He threw his cigarette butt out the slim opening and slammed it shut, causing you to jump slightly. It sent shivers up and down both of your arms.  

“A courtesy? Oh wow! All for little old me? Well, aren’t you just a fucking saint! You deserve to be knighted by the fucking Queen of England for that, really.”

You took a deep breath, grabbing your hair by the roots before throwing your head back with frustration, “All I ever fucking did was care for you, look after you, and put up with your bullshit excuses and mistreatment and I’m done. I am so, so fucking done." 

You stood up abruptly to get a little closer to his towering height. "Looking at this entire shit show in retrospect, I can’t believe I ever wasted even a moment of my time on you. I’m over it. I’m over you. I’m over us.”

After speaking those words into the quiet atmosphere of the room you were in, you felt your anger evaporate into thin air. “You know, you’re a real piece of shit? I pray to God that the next girl has some standards and goes running for the hills when she gets to know the real you. Because I sure as hell didn’t.”

Suddenly, your tears were back, welling up in your eyes as you looked him over once again, his face a mixture of shock, sadness, and disbelief. 

He chuckled, returning to his spot near the window, mumbling something under his breath. “So, we’re done? That’s it? Just like that, two years out the window?” he huffed out in disbelief.

“Yeah, just like that. Because you’re not supposed to cheat on your significant other. This isn’t an open relationship. This isn’t how this works, genius.” 

He rolls his eyes, walking over to the window yet again as he mumbles something under his breath. "Speak up.” you snarled. He studied you for a moment, an amused expression on his stupidly perfect face.

“I said, you wonder why I would cheat on you, then you go and act like this.”

You were speechless. Your head was pounding so ferociously hard, you didn’t want to believe he had actually just said that to you. You wished you could wake up in a cold sweat in your bed back home in LA and you could turn over and go back to sleep. You just wanted this to be over with.  

“Get out,” you mumbled. Your voice cracked, and noticeably so, and it allowed your sadness to leak out of your words into this already small room that felt like it was getting smaller. 

“What did you just say to me?"You could hear the aggression practically gushing out of his mouth, and you didn’t want to stick around to find out what happens next.

"I said,” you spoke, taking a pause to soak the absolute hatred form the air into your skin, “get. out.”

“So you’re really going to tell me to leave? After a 12-hour flight?” he let out an exasperated sigh, “God, you’re such a fucking bitch.”

You’re not quite sure what, but something snapped deep inside you, like a gate opened and all the immature anger you had been trying to contain escaped like air escaping a popped balloon.

“Get the fuck out and leave me and my friends alone! I hate you. I fucking hate you!” your voice was hoarse, and every word leaving your throat was like a punch to your stomach. “I never want to see you again. Just leave, please. Leave me alone.” you cried out, clutching your arms as close to your sides as humanly possible. 

He stomped past you and slammed the door behind him, and you swore the ripped it off it’s hinges. And it was definitely enough to make you shatter into a thousand little pieces.

He was finally gone.

You managed to make your way to the wall, resting your shoulder againsst it handle before turning around and slowly sinking down to the ground. You covered your mouth with your hands, letting the tears freely slip down your fiery red cheeks.

You don’t know exactly how long you sat there, but it was definitely a long time. By the time you recovered, the sky outside had darkened and the moon was becoming ever more present in the evening sky. 

You made your way over to grab your phone from its spot on the table. You pulled up the camera app and looked at yourself. Your eyes were puffy and swollen, and your nose was raw from wiping it so many times. Frankly, you were a mess. You attempted to calm yourself down, trying to take deep breaths.

After finally returning back to Earth, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the room and across the hallway where your group of friends was still waiting. You briskly walked across the room, pretending that nothing had happened. 

Your cheeks and eyes were red, but you didn’t wanna give away the fact that you had been crying, so you turned to the table of snacks and started tidying it up, moving your hair in your face. 

"So sorry that took so long guys. We can head out now if you’d like.” There was no response.

“If you guys are okay with it, do you think we could stop at McDonald’s on the way there? I could really use a milkshake.” Silence. You ignored the quiet in a room that would normally be filled to the absolute brim with sound. 

“Y/N…” you heard the uncertainty in Gwilym’s voice as your name rolled off his tongue. 

“Do British McDonald’s even have milkshakes?” you inquired, taking a shaky breath, “I’ve just realized I’ve never been to a McDonald’s here. Personally I’d prefer chocolate but vanilla would do the job.” Your voice seemed to shrink until you were speaking at the volume of a whisper. 

You just kept your hands moving, trying to distract yourself from the tears welling up in your eyes yet again. There was still silence other than you organizing the snacks and rummaging through your purse. 

Suddenly, you felt a large, warm hand on your wrist. You slightly turned your head to the side to see Ben, his brows furrowed together and a look of genuine distress powdered across his normally light and carefree eyes. And that’s what caused you to hit your breaking point.

You slammed your face into his chest, letting your fatally weak sobs echo in the silent room. His arms were around you in a second, supporting most of your weight due to your knees suddenly giving out. 

Your body was shaking with your echoing cries, your sobs so intense they were comparable to dry heaves.

Rami’s voice was heard behind you, quiet and still. “I don’t think we’re going out tonight.” This caused you to rip yourself out of Ben’s iron-tight grasp.

“Please don’t let me and my personal problems put a damper on your fun night out. Go and enjoy yourself,” you wiped a few tears from your eyes, “I’ll be fine, I promise.” you heard Joe let out an exasperated sigh from the couch, drawing your attention to him.

“No, you’re not fine. And you probably won’t be for the immediate future. And that’s completely okay because you have us,” he took a deep breath, looking you up and down slowly. You could see a flash of pain in his deep brown eyes.

“I’m really very sorry that we eavesdropped on you, but we can’t change the fact that we heard almost everything that happened in there and I know that you’re not okay right now,” he spoke quietly, the usual tinge of humor in his voice gone without a trace, “and I may not have known you for a year or even a month yet, but I do know that no one likes to be alone when they’re hurt. So we’re staying.”

Being truthful, you could’ve collapsed right then and there at the sound of someone having your back as unquestionably as Joe did. It was such a relief, tears began leaking out of your eyes again. Ben pulled you into another one of his comfortingly tight hugs and led you over to the couch, where he sat you down between himself and Joe.

Looking up to momentarily meet Ben’s eyes, he gave you a sad grin. Not having the energy left in your bones to return it, you slouched down and plopped your head on his muscular shoulder.

You felt his body stiffen slightly beneath you, but at this point, you didn’t care. You just wanted to go to sleep for a really, really long time. Part of you didn’t want to have to deal with this absolute disaster. 

You were tired. And tired of being tired. And tired of being used and thrown around and treated like you were nothing but a toy. You wanted to stand up and shout how you weren’t something to butter up and taste when others got bored, you wanted to scream and cry and break things and punch holes in the wall. But your body was so fragile at the moment, everyone around you thought the smallest touch might cause you to break. 

Yet somehow, even after the most violent break up of your life, you had never felt so accepted and genuinely cared for in your entire life. Ben’s arm was now wrapped around your fatigued body, your head still on his shoulder, the TV in the dressing room was on, and you were surrounded by your new family. Strangely, you had never felt more wanted in all of your years of existence.

This feeling of comfort was just enough to lull you to sleep in the middle of the evening, sitting on an uncomfortable couch, slouched over and your neck already beginning to stiffen. 

But somehow, through all of this, you managed to feel one overwhelming  thing for the first time in your life; inner peace. 

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In the Game of Socks, You Win or You Unravel

The armies are gathering. Sides have been chosen, small victories won, and the lives of all our favorite characters hang in the balance. As we enter possibly the deadliest era in Game of Thrones history, we wanted to take a moment and celebrate some of the houses that have risen and fallen so far.

Some of these players have already faded away, and some are just coming into their own. Who will survive? Well, “when you play the game of thrones…” oh, you know the rest.

House Targaryen of Dragonstone

Colors: Black and Red

“Fire and Blood”

Conquerors of the Seven Kingdoms and ruling house on the Iron Throne for 200 years. This silver haired family had a talent for raising dragons and an odd idea of marrying their children to each other. Say what you will about their matchmaking abilities, but these fire fanatics made a cool throne that despite being super uncomfortable – a lot of people want to sit on.

Dragons are the name of the game, and the Mermaid Lace Tights provide an excellent scale texture that can be layered over colored tights, for whatever type of dragon you prefer to be (although these sold out fast, you can sign up from their page to be notified when we restock). We've also got a nod to classic fantasy adventure in the Beware of Dragons Midcalf. Perhaps not as gritty as the Fire & Ice world, but these dragons are ready to slay.

We also have a fun little tutorial for stocking adornments, if you'd like to take your dragon motif to the next level.

DIY: Stocking Adornments

House Stark of Winterfell

Colors: Grey and White

“Winter is Coming”

Brooding wardens of the North, House Stark has resided in Winterfell for thousands of years. Obviously, these guys know their politics and can do no wrong. Putting honor over duty or tact certainly never hurt them.

We've got some fine representations of wolves on the Wolf Midcalf, and the fuzzy tops of the Skye Furry Topped Crew socks definitely feel appropriate for the cold climate of the North.

House Lannister of Casterly Rock

Colors: Red and Gold

“Hear Me Roar!”

The descendants of Lan the Clever still reside at Casterly Rock and have a reputation for being the richest family in Westeros. They enjoy lording over others and keeping a tight grip on their control of the Iron Throne. Rumors say behind the scenes some members of this impressive and domineering family can be quite close.

You can prance like the royalty you deserve to be in the gold Lurex Tights (so shimmery; so pretty), and the Boss Lion Knee High socks need no explanation.

House Arryn of the Eyrie

Colors: Blue and White

“As High as Honor”

These anti-social recluses love to hold up in their impregnable Eyrie and let the lesser people fight amongst themselves while they watch from a distance. They pride themselves on a more refined way of life in the mountains, and making sure their sons are properly fed.

Take to the wind with the Barn Owl Knee High socks, and soar a sky as blue as these We Love Colors Microfiber Tights. Just uh, watch out for moon doors.

House Tully of Riverrun

Colors: Red and Blue

“Family, Duty, Honor”

House Tully is full of fish-eating gingers. This house loves to put family first even when it leads to their own foils. Their stubbornness can almost rival the Starks'.

The colorful fish of the Fish Knee High socks are a real send-up to this house, where rivers run as deep as the Dreamer Tidal Swirl Thigh Highs.

House Greyjoy of Pyke

Colors: Black and Gold

“We Do Not Sow"

House Greyjoy are a rebellious lot residing on the isles of Pyke. They like their lives full of hardship and suffering on the sea. They’ve fought for independence from Westeros on multiple occasions but have failed thus far. Maybe what is dead should die?

You can adorn yourself in the Greyjoy colors with the Soft Lurex Marl Knee High socks, or dress in fisherman finery with the Wet Look Lace Up Thigh High Leg Warmers.

House Baratheon of Storm’s End

Color: Gold and Black

“Ours is the Fury”

An ancient house created by bastard BFF of Aegon the Conquer, Orys Baratheon. Once he retired as Aegon’s General he claimed the Stormlands by marrying the daughter of the family that once ruled there. Orys proved that you can rise from your station not by what you know, but who you know [and marry].

Adorned with sweet blossoms, the Antler Blossoms Knee High certainly calls back to a happier time. If you wish to channel a little Baratheon into your day, you can wear their colors with the Lurex Industrial Net Tights.

House Tyrell of Highgarden

Colors: Green and Gold

“Growing Strong”

Highgarden houses the beautiful golden roses known as House Tyrell. This Growing Strong house supplies the best wine, food, and curly haired Knights to the Seven Kingdoms.

The Tyrell's signature rose is adorned on the Bloomes Anklets, while the twisting vines of the Ferns and Fiddleheads Knee High socks are certainly growing strong.

House Martell of Sunspear

Colors: Orange and Gold

“Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken”

These sun loving people who are fond of throwing spears reside in the southern most point of Westeros. Their lands are mostly desert, and the quality of their wine reflects that, as a reliable source confirms.

Luxuriate in the hot sands of Dorne with the Marled Scrunchable Socks, but be careful handling the Snake Net Tights...they've been known to bite.

House Mormont of Bear Island

Colors: White and Black

“Here We Stand”

Nobel and loyal bannerman to House Stark. Members are known to be outspoken and hairy.

We have two different takes on the Mormont's favorite beasty, with the Black Bear Tights and the Bear Walker Midcalf.

Night’s Watch

Color: Black

"I am the watcher on the walls."

A varying array of men in all black guarding the realms of the Seven Kingdoms from whatever lies beyond The Wall. They get the fun tasks of serving for life, taking no wives, holding no lands or titles, and having no children. Despite that, they are the only faction that gets to vote for their leader, so you win some, you lose some.

These Curious Crows Knee High socks are perfect for the "crows" of the Night's Watch, and while they're dressed in black, we recommend they try out the Elevation Compression Knee High socks, to keep them on their toes during those long watches.

Wildlings

Colors: whatever color, as long as it's warm

"Free folk don't follow names, or little cloth animals sewn on a tunic..."

Wildlings, or Free Folk as they call themselves, live beyond The Wall and got up to some fun adventures fighting the Night’s Watch for a few hundred years before uniting and heading south to avoid some rather unpleasantness with the White Walkers.

The free folk beyond the wall have always known of the dangers lurking so close to them. They need warm clothing like the Camel Hair Thermal Socks to help them survive, and, like our models of the Log Crew socks, are prepared for anything.

Followers of the Red God

Color: Red

"The night is dark and full of terrors."

These pyromancing wannabes hail from the East in Asshai and search the world over for the reborn form of their great god, R’hllor.  They believe he alone can save the world from darkness with his flaming sword, Lightbringer.

Obviously red is a prominent color among followers of the Lord of Light, whose flames are depicted in the stripes of the Extraordinary Elemental Stripes. The red of the We Love Colors Plus Size Tights is almost worthy of a true believer.

White Walkers

Color: White (surprise!)

"Demons made of snow and ice and cold. The ancient enemy. The only enemy that matters."

Chilly AF humanoid necromancer folks with the brightest blue eyes you've ever seen. They hail from The Land of Always Winter and built their armies with the dead marching South to Westeros. They have one leader, determined to bring an eternal winter to the Seven Kingdoms. One Night King to rule them all…

This is it. The enemy we've been building to over the last six seasons. Their eerie, icy white skin can be approximated with the Glitter Fishnet Tights, and the Winter Midcalf socks offer a great view of the land they hail from. Winter is definitely here, with a vengeance. And for now, no one is safe.

~

This post was a collaboration between Dreamer Lucy and resident-Game-of-Thrones-expert Dreamer Ash.

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Summer 2019 Anime, Ranked.

With the exception of Fire Force’s twelfth episode, we’ve wrapped up our coverage of the Summer 2019 season, which is just as well since we’re technically in the second week of Autumn.

Between Braverade, sesameacrylic and MagicalChurlSukui we watched and reviewed eleven shows in all (plus additional coverage from Oigakkosan, not detailed here), totaling 132 episodes, or approximately 53 hours. Without further math, here’s how we ranked those shows, and why.

11. HenSuki

RABUJOI Score: 7.00/10 MAL Score: 6.83/10

Pros: Novel premise, colorful pastel palette, likable characters, generally witty banter, risque ecchi situations that never cross hard lines of decency.

Cons: Uneven at best animation, silly central mystery that drags on too long, “twist” resolution feels like a cheat.

Verdict: An enjoyable, fluffy guilty pleasure. I try to watch one per season.

10. Lord El-Melloi II Case Files

RABUJOI Score: 7.77/10 MAL Score: 7.44/10

Pros: Built-in goodwill from Fate/Zero, always intriguing setup for cases, sumptuous setting, production, and mechanical design, stirring score, bonkers magical battles.

Cons: Excessive magical technobabble can be exhausting, conclusions to mysteries can feel contrived/arbitrary, non-Fate fanatics will end up hopelessly lost by most cameos or name-drops.

Verdict: A pale shadow of the classic upon which it’s based, but nonetheless a fun and moderately clever detective series.

9. Fire Force (Episodes 1-11 of 12)

RABUJOI Score: 7.82/10 MAL Score: 7.75/10

Pros: Gorgeously bizarre alternate-universe setting, elegant world-building, virtuoso action sequences, powerful orchestral soundtrack.

Cons: And MC who is dull and cliched within an inch of his life, Characters who go from evil-to-good (or vice versa) at the drop of a hat, a tedious central conspiracy, the potential for character bloat, frustratingly uneven gender balance, pathetic bouts of fanservice.

Verdict: A stylish show primarily about spontaneous human combustion might’ve weathered news of the horrific KyoAni arson attack, but isn’t quite good enough to watching following into the Fall.

7 (tie). How Heavy are the Dumbbells You Lift?

RABUJOI Score: 7.83/10 MAL Score: 7.68/10 Pros: A fresh, original premise to which it remains totally devoted, marvelous comic timing in the rapid-fire, self-deprecating, fourth-wall breaking dialogue, lovable and believable MC, decent animation, one hell of an earworm OP.

Cons: Ecchi elements and a superfluous Russian chick don’t add much, some parody bits are too on-the-nose, the show loses momentum in the final couple episodes.

Verdict: The show that inspired me to get off my skinny, underdeveloped backside and actually join a gym for the first time in my life!

7 (tie). Cop Craft

RABUJOI Score: 7.82/10 MAL Score: 6.94/10

Pros: Cool reverse-Isekai-lite premise, Range Murata character design, toe-tapping OP and lively soundtrack, entertaining buddy cop dynamic, engaging fights and chases.

Cons: Lame villains, some odd narrative choices, inconsistent/unfocused direction, disappointing animation, underutilized supporting cop cast, lots of loose ends.

Verdict: A show with some good parts to work with, mostly used badly. A wasted opportunity that’s not as good as our episodes ratings indicated.

6. DanMachi II

RABUJOI Score: 8.25/10 MAL Score: 7.45/10

Pros: Appealing, charismatic characters you love to root for, amusing romantic polygons, tremendous score, superb utilization of twelve episodes to tell a variety of engaging stories with a beginning, middle and oh-so-epic end, culminating in a quiet finale that doesn’t forget its core goddess-child dynamic.

Cons: Villains’ barks prove far worse than their bites, a couple slower episodes between mini-arcs don’t really distinguish themselves, and that huge Amazoness Phryne…what the hell?! 

Verdict: After the very lame Sword Oratoria spinoff DanMachi got a proper sequel, focused on the characters we cared about, full of emotion, excitement, and good old-fashioned fantasy ass-kickin’.

5. Fruits Basket 1st Season (Episodes 14-25)

RABUJOI Score: 8.50/10 MAL Score: 8.36/10

Pros: Impeccably-rendered characters and depictions of their various psychological issues, dark and poignant flashbacks, exquisitely cozy slice-of-life, a good balance of the mundane and the mystic, and hard-hitting cathartic scenes.

Cons: Some members of the Souma family are more interesting (and tolerable) than others, but even the less interesting ones get plenty of screen time, Tooru’s saintly selflessness can wear thin at times.

Verdict: A beautifully-crafted second half that rewarded patience by delivering some of the strongest and most moving episodes of the year.

4. Master Teaser Takagi-san 2

RABUJOI Score: 8.58/10 MAL Score: 8.40/10 Pros: Truly magnetic chemistry in the central pair, Deft use of subtle facial expressions and body language in the animation, superb performances by Takahashi Rie and Kaji Yuki.

Cons: Like the first season, the various teasing games can grow repetitive, as can Nishikata’s denseness and inability to see more than one or two moves ahead, the side stories involving side characters often felt like padding.

Verdict: Continues and refines the brilliantly simple teasing formula of the first season, while ever-so-gradually blurring of the line between teasing and flirting. A sweet and touching, slow-burn portrayal of young, awkward first love.

2 (tie). Vinland Saga (Episodes 1-12)

RABUJOI Score: 8.67/10 MAL Score: 8.57/10

Pros: Flawed but rootable MC whose character is more complex than it initially seems, his multi-layered antihero mentor, exemplary action and battle sequences, powerful score, compelling exploration of the hard old world, with enticing glimmers of a brighter new one.

Cons: That said mentor would keep a kid dedicated to murdering him around so long stretches credulity at times, those battle sequences sometimes feature individuals or groups doing superhuman things that detract from the otherwise naturalistic milieu.

Verdict: While not quite as big, loud, epic, or bonkers as Attack on Titan, or Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress, Vinland Saga is arguably Wit Studio’s most balanced and human series. Looking forward to the second half.

2 (tie). Astra Lost in Space

RABUJOI Score: 7.77/10 MAL Score: 7.44/10

Pros: Very well done futuristic world- and space-building, a large-ish main cast that you steadily come to know and love, the sense of family that arises from the crewmembers’ experiences together, an optimistic spirit of exploration that isn’t constantly beset by mortal peril, creative planets and lifeforms, thankfully subverted expectations for a Lerche-style bloodbath.

Cons: “Character gets a backstory” formula to some episodes felt repetitive at times, the crew almost faces too little mortal peril considering their circumstances, they similarly rely on a lot of luck, some major plotlines and twists could have been left out and still resulted in a pretty strong show.

Verdict: Maybe the season’s biggest surprise hit, the ambitious Astra calls to mind some of the best of live-action shades-of-gray sci-fi (Firefly, Battlestar, Expanse) while maintaining an old school optimistic, exploratory outlook. It set out to do and say a lot, and was mostly successful in doing so.

1. O Maidens in Your Savage Season

RABUJOI Score: 8.58/10 MAL Score: 8.40/10 Pros: Fearlessly tackles tough social topics on adolescence, sexuality, gender roles, upbringing, and abuse, ably juggles multiple, diverse love stories and triangles at once, pleasingly drawn and animated, and despite all its serious themes, doesn’t leave out the comedy.

Cons: What seemed to be an irreversible dive into an abyss that would tear the five girls apart, they work almost everything out almost too easily for a tidier ending than expected; while the show dips a toe in LGBTQ themes through Momo’s awakening, her’s is one of the least developed arcs despite being one of the most interesting.

Verdict: A rare-for-anime honest and unblinking exploration of the awkward, painful, and sometimes savage emotional journey to adulthood all kids must face (and not always at the same speed). By the numbers, the best show I watched this Summer, and the one I looked forward too most from week to week.

Summer 2019 Big Board:

By: rabujoistaff

[tumblunni]

Randomly thinking some more about that old game idea of mine that i just call Dark Pokemon for now, lol

Basically a monster catching game where they're treated as monsters? Normal people are all terrified of them and trainers get treated with a 50/50 mix of reverence and hatred. Because trainers are the only way that humans can try and exterminate the monsters, yet theyre seen as cursed people who dont even count as human anymore. Sort of a way to explain little cliches of the genre like kids being thrown out completely alone to travel the world, and you never really having any reason to revisit past towns after you beat the gym. I was thinking itd be a cool way to do it if the game started off seeming like a normal mon catching game and then before you get the big reveal of the darkness you can get subtle hints if you try and turn around and reenter the starting area. Because it goes against expectations it might be missed by a lot of players.

Also the towns are so small and the routes are so straight and narrow because thats how humanity builds society in a world of monster fear. 90% of the world is uninhabited wilderness where only monsters live. Human towns are sorta like sci fi dome cities without the scifi? Surrounded by protective salt barriers and charms and stuff. And if a monster even touches anything its considered cursed, so if one of them makes it past a salt barrier that town is abandoned and any people caught up in the chaos of the barrier's collapse are left to die just in case they've been corrupted. And the roads between the towns are manned by armed guards who are constantly vigilant to repair the salt barriers. But this means they have to live their entire life alone in these limbo spaces between society and the wild, and often most narrier breaches are caused by the guards getting paranoid from the pressure. You need to keep watch for monsters so any movement in the shadows could be one of them, right?? You get situations of roads being blocked off by some crazed guard who starts seeing people as monsters, or one of them pulling the alarm and getting a town falsely burnt down for being corrupted when the monster was really just a leaf blowing in the wind. Or the worst case scenario where nobody ever knows WHAT happened! You just find the road destroyed and the guard gone. It might have happened days ago and nobody knew until a merchant tries to travel between towns and discovers the only road of escape is gone and everyone is doomed to slow starvation. And you can still see the other end of the road just a few meters away, but the superstition is so strong that nobody will risk taking that single step into monster territory. You'll be cursed and that's worse than death, right? You don't want to turn into a trainer...

And then also nobody really knows what determines who's chosen to be a trainer. Inevitably whenever someone shows signs of powers the town will turn on them and make up any excuse that they somehow invited the curse by being promoscuous or athiest or something. And you need to be removed for everyone's safety! Thus begins the ten year old's journey walking the earth in search of a place they can belong...

Tho usually its not just kids, the protagonist and rival is a rare case. All your neighbours are torn between 'its so tragic it happened to kids' and 'they must be REALLY evil to get chosen despite their age!' And i think maybe the rival would be like a sympathetic gary type? Theyre so determined to be better than you because they think if they can prove theyre good then their parents will let them go back home. And this desperation leads them to make bad choices and reject the only friend they have left :( Also them being bad to their monster pals would feel more justified when they were raised in a society that says monster pals are evil and you cant let your guard down cos theyre just trying to tempt you. Listen to the assholes who dont care about you, because anyone being nice is a lying sinner!

Also i was thinking maybe you catch monsters with a magic song or throwing herbs at them or absorbing them into a jewel pendant or something else more magicky yknow? Maybe magical bandages enscribed with spell runes that wrap arpund them like a collar? And so trainers are divided up into weavers who make these catching tools, and then the actual kind of trainer who uses them to catch mons. Weavers are able to stay in human society and act like the pokeball shops, theyre sorta like a 'town witch' or something. Like 'we will tolerate your magic if you never actually make a contract with a monster'. But then of course catching monsters is necessary to defend against monsters, so weavers have to be allowed to make the catching threads and sell them to travellers. But only travellers are allowed to do that sinful mon hugging! But also hey sinful traveller will you please save us from our doom? Basically this is why most trainers work as mercenaries, all this bullshit means that you gotta be employed by some asshole who hates your guts just cos u need food to eat. But blablabla town limit of X days before you have to leave, etc etc...

Also i was considering an element of different towns having different mythology around monsters and trainers? So you never really know whats real or if all of it is bullshit. Every time you go to a new place theyre equally fanatically convinced that some new thing is the real sin and everything the last guy said is eeeeeevil corruption. Sigh! And a subplot i was thinking of is a town with very sexist mythology, where the roles of weavers and tamers are seen as one gender only. And the town weaver is this nice grandma thats trapped in an abusive relationship with a super misogynist gramps. And one of those cloyingly fake-softspoken "rational" sexists who's all 'im just trying to protec u, wrong gender roles are bad for your immortal soul'. And has a million "logical" explanations for why his bigotry is true. Like technically he's "valuing her as important" by not letting her leave the house or socialize with friends, because yknow "im a nice guy who's nice to you trainers, i know your job is important so shouldnt the weavers be working 24/7 to support you?" The frustrating feeling of starting to trust a guy cos he's not bigoted against your particular minority, but then finding out he's bigoted against someone else... Ugh. So ultimately in the end you can succeed at this sidequest and help the grandma make a pact with a cute fairy monster and kick his ass and leave. And possibly get into a cute and mutually healthy relationship with another grandma in another town, so you get to see that and have a bonus happy note to the sidequest, yknow? Also they give you a hug and bake u cookies. (The monster is wearing a cute chef hat!) And then you'd have a place to stay in that town that doesnt have the 'it gets more expensive every night to try and make you leave' bullshit of all the normal inns. And you get to see a cute animation of your monsters all cuddled up in bed too cos they dont force you to leave them outside in the Designated Monster Containment Cage.

Oh! Also randomly i was thinking of another way of foreshadowing! Like when you go to the first inn you dont know any of this stuff about people hating monster tamers and not trusting your tamed mons even if theyre tame. So you'd probably just think that you not seeing your monsters when you sleep is just the game's limited graphics or you keep them in some pokeball equivelant thing. But when you walk arpund the outside of the inn you can see a door to a basement cellar that's got weirdly heavy duty chains and bars even if you assume they store their valuables down there. And maybe when you heal at the inn it never restores your mons to full health, always 10hp away from maximum or something? Or other small hints that theyre afraid of going to the inn and your protagonist is wary about doing it even if you'd think theres no downside to healing. Or maybe you can see another monster tamer visit the place at one point and you can hear banging and growling from the basement...? Or see some of the chains have bite marks in the morning. And the townsfolk wpuld be all 'can you believe how much noise they made?' and expressing fear about monsters being in the town, though itd have to be written carefully to remain vague. But yeah 'lets mistreat these small animals because we fear them' -> they panic and cry for their one human friend in the world while theyre forced to sleep in a damp dark tiny room -> 'that just proves theyre inherantly violent!' Also the trainer is an ungrateful bastard for acting so sullen when they couldnt sleep from worry over their friends :(

But it wont be all depressing yo!!! All the darkness of the setting is dark but the monster pals are still just as pals! I give u grimdark world so i can give u a protagonist of kindness who fights the system and saves people in every town who eventually rise up and are swayed by their kindness into fighting The Old Ways and making a better world as the story goes on! Its like an adventure of creating the pokemon world? You try and sell everyone on the idea of trusting cute monsters instead of being so damn paranoid you inflict all these atrocities upon other humans and even yourself because 'sacrifices are necessary to keep the monsters away'. Fight the symbol of all bigotry!!! The evil team is Team Bad Dads And Politicians!!!

...sorry lol my story ideas are Weird.

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How to Pet Rats Steps

because rats are looked at so negatively by a whole lot of people I desired to make an instructable on the way to have rats as pets.

Rats are taken into consideration an amazing puppy and "gross" to some humans and without a doubt, I might say the equal aspect approximately tarantula's. It's simply no longer for me. However, they genuinely make outstanding pets. Rats are very shrewd, they like to research tricks, and that they may be brilliant cuddly! Keep in mind although that every rat has a specific character just like your dog or cat, or something animal you might have. You can not anticipate everyone to do the equal element or like equal matters.

The Perks:

1. Smart 2. Small three. Furry 4. Litter Trained

Step 1: Research!

It could be very critical to do a variety of research on what it way to have a rat as a pet. Because they may be no common pets you likely might not realize instinctively how to attend to one compared to mention... A dog or a cat.

Prior to getting my rats I did studies on WHERE TO BUY, How large of a cage they want, what they eat, health situations and lifestyles duration, and what number of to have.

Breeder:

The BEST PLACE to shop for your puppy rats is from a breeder who simplest breeds rats as PETS. Just like some other animal, there are awful rats and desirable rats. If you purchase from a breeder you're in most cases in all likelihood going to get a healthful and very friendly rat.

Shelter:

Another location you can buy your rats from is a refuge. Many human beings supply their animals to shelters whilst they are no longer able to care for their pets. You would be amazed by what number of pet rats are left at shelters. This can be an amazing and awful place to buy your rats. In this example, you may run into older/extra competitive rats and fitness conditions, just like ANY OTHER ANIMAL you may get from a shelter. If you're new to rats, I would now not advise this feature unless you're superb with animals. You might get lucky and accumulate a first-rate pal, however, you also would possibly come across some troubles.

Pet Store:

This is the maximum exceedingly debated alternative for getting your pet rats. Why? Because just like any puppy save your puppy rat comes from a pet mill that probably doesn't take correct care of its rats. They may additionally have mites or other fitness conditions as they're bred for MONEY, no longer care. However, I actually have two puppy rats from a pet shop that offered them as pets and the only trouble I've to stumble upon is mites, which are extraordinarily easy and cheap to treat, about $five to be specific.

Food:

Yes. Rats are sold as meals for snacks. Why? I nonetheless do not know. Gerbils and Hamsters are silly, so why now not use them as a substitute? Okay k, I'll be high-quality. ;)

You should purchase your pet rat from a pet store that sells them as food. I DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS. You may additionally feel like you are rescuing them, however, you may run into loads of issues. I even have/had pet rats this manner, one in all which I had to deliver away because I couldn't stop him from biting me. The different I nonetheless have. However, he receives in moods, similar to an aggressive dog or cat may, wherein you can only pet him a few times after which he will back up. He warns you, but if you preserve probabilities are he will bite. It's just a caution chew, he doesn't draw blood, but that is triggered from him being bored and stuck with different rats in an aquarium wherein they're handled like CRAP. He is an incredible pet, however once more, not encouraged for those which are new to or no longer precise with pets.

Space Needed: 2-2 1/2 cubic feet in line with rat (Males need the bigger amount of space)

There are several kinds of cages you could buy to your rats, but, I advise making one in case you do not need to spend the money shopping for one.

Most rat fanatics advocate Martin's Cages which are built especially for rats. You also can get them a really nice cage which includes a Ferret Nation/Critter Nation. We can all dream, right? :P

Accessories:

1. HAMMOCKS. Your rat desires hammocks and they may be clean peasy to make. You should purchase them, but again, costly! I've sewn mine some first-rate ones, however, if you don't know how to stitch (research) you may use vintage t-shirts, pant legs, rats, and many others.

2. CLIPS. You want a way to grasp your hammocks. Easy! Just go to the bathroom section wherein the bath curtains are and get a few shower curtain hooks, the reasonably-priced kind. You do not want anything fancy.

Three. BOXES! Ratties simply looooove bins. They are a smooth toy and you may use antique tissues bins, cereal packing containers, or any type and reduce holes, tape them collectively and WALA! A rattie rental complex.

4. CHEW LOG. Rats teeth grow... And develop... And grow. They by no means forestall. They have to have something to chew on and this could keep them from chewing on different things along with their hammocks or cage. You can get one at Walmart of Petsmart for pretty cheap.

Five. WATER BOTTLE, FOOD BOWL, LITTER BOWL. This is pretty self-explanatory, but I advise getting something with excessive partitions for your clutter and meals bowl. It will preserve it from getting everywhere. The water bottle needs to attach on the facet of the cage. A bowl won't work as they'll simply drag stuff into it and get the water grimy.

They are many alternatives for meals as rats can consume anything, however, you want them to get the right quantity of vitamins of their eating regimen.

Harlan Lab Blocks are a choice. Suebee's Rat Diet which can be discovered online.

You can purchase meals on the pet store, however, it is no longer the right amount of nutrients they need. They additionally need to be fed:

Fresh vegetables and fruit each day:

Carrots, inexperienced beans, apples, banana's, and so forth.

*NOTE* Rats can quite much devour whatever we will, but hold in mind what's healthy for US and most possibly that's what they have to eat. This is something you should do extra research on. If you're making the combination yourself (Suebee's Rat Diet) you may store A LOT of money. A lot. Just positioned the mix into massive bins and you're accomplished! :)

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Fantasy AU FAQ and Details

Alright here it is! The post I’ll keep adding to for extra info you guys have been asking me plus some more silly facts I want to share. Ill try to divide this in sections so it’s easier to follow. I apologize for the wall of text in advance 8)

Setting -This AU takes place in a world where magic and supernatural being are the norm. There might’ve been humans once upon a time, but they don’t exist anymore. The closest thing to humans in this world are mages and clerics (who still fall in the category of white mages). -Money and jobs work just like in our world, but specific jobs favour specific species (for example, forest-related jobs are usually given to elves, fae, nymphs, etc. While sea work prioritizes sirens, leviathans, cecaelias, etc). Generalized jobs fit for all species (like the arts, cuisine, law, etc), are open to everyone.  -My comics and drawings are centered at a time where the kids are attending college. For the sake of simplicity they all live on campus, and the school supports all the ecosystems the students need because Magic™ . -The dorms are divided based on ecosystems and what the students need to feel comfortable. If they don’t have a specific need, they can choose their dorms. (For example, Timmy is a siren, and he stays in the underwater dorm. Butters’ dorm is in a spot far from the sun’s reach, and Kenny’s dorm in the complete opposite; it’s high in the sky, filled with sunlight. I leave the dorm arrangements up to interpretation 8) (but my preference is to make characters who don’t have the opportunity to interact much in the series to room together, just because I find it hilarious and cute. Like Butters and Red, or Stan and Tweek) -The school provides the students with any products they might need to attend class comfortably. (Like sun protection creams and potions for Red and Butters, ice amulets for Nichole, hydrating potions for Timmy, etc) -The school is situated in a valley, and it’s close to a town the students frequent on their free time to chill or to buy supplies for their classes (think like South Park....but smaller. Tweek Bros is still a thing and it’s a moving store like Baba Yaga’s house, so as soon as Tweek went off to college, they moved the coffeeshop close to campus. What better place to put a coffeeshop than next to a school full of sleep-deprived students right-) Characters and Creatures (you can check the specific classification of each character here) -I leave age up to interpretation, but the kids look like they’re at least in their 20′s - Most of the kids come from same-species families, except for Clyde (Orc mom, Elven dad), Stan (Mage dad, Vetala mom, Mage sister) and Kenny (Shapeshifter dad, Grigori mom, Shapeshifter brother, Cherub sister). -Vampires and Werewolves are considered problematic creatures. They’re very frowned upon and considered dangerous, since there’s no cure for their bites. -There are two ways you can become either a Vampire or a Werewolf; from a bite, or from a curse. Curses can be broken and are the only case where you can go back to what you used to be before being transformed. If you suffer from a curse and bite someone, you can’t transform them. That can only be done by a pure werewolf or vampire. -Red and Scott were bitten (Red’s bite was consensual, Scott was bitten by a fanatic when he was very young), while Butters and Heidi were cursed (Heidi’s curse came from a reaction her nymph magic had with Cartman’s, while Butters was cursed by his own parents) -Tweek was the reason why Stripe #4 died. He took her with him for a flight and she fell without him noticing. That’s part of the reason why he has a hard time flying now (an anon pointed out that his twitching must make flying harder and..honestly that’s a great point. Sending you kisses anon) -I like to leave stuff like what they eat up to interpretation. But whatever it is, this world is prepared for it. So Red doesn’t need to hunt people or animals for blood or anything like that ;) -Everyone sleeps. The only difference is the time they need to feel completely energized.  -An anon asked me about how people with wings and horns were able to sleep. It depends on the person but the most common way for winged people to sleep is to make a cocoon with their wings and sleep facing up, so as to avoid smushing. Another way is to sleep on your stomach. If you do end up sleeping in a bad position one night, there’s always painkillers. As for people with horns, there are special pillows for the most extreme cases, but it’s practically the same. (RIP in rest Token, your horns grow behind you and outwards. I’m so sorry) -(I’ve recieved three asks about Tweek’s jacket and I find this hilariously specific, ilu guys) There are two zippers that run from his shoulders, through the back hole, and down to his hips which he has to zip to get his jacket to go through his wings. Thank you Bebe for helping this mess of a child with his jacket. And yes, Craig definitely helped him zip everything the first few times, then he just got frustrated and enchanted the zippers to zip and unzip when Tweek asks them to. -You get to decide your magical specialization based on your affinity and preference (for example, Henrietta is a white mage, but prefers to use blood magic) -A Few Personal Headcanons -Jimmy is really good at vocal magic. He doesn’t quite know it yet, but his jokes and music are sometimes charged with positive energy which boosts happiness. -Clyde actually has to file his tusks from time to time, they can get pretty large. Also, having a dad who’s a dark elf gives his magic a boost. He’s great at dark magic. -Kenny tried to specialize his abilities to become a Grim Reaper, but death just...didn’t work for him -Token and Nichole have legendary fights because her ice magic sometimes expands through her and freezes Token’s plants and antlers..They’re working on it. -Butters was bullied for quite a lot of time, and somehow he felt like he deserved it because of his curse. After talking more with Red, this started to change; and Kenny taught him not to be afraid to fight back if things got ugly. -Cartman has a hard time controlling his emotions, which are directly connected to his elemental magic, and his most powerful attributeis fire. He actually had to enchant his clothes to become fireproof for all the times they caught on fire when he got angry.  -Kyle and Heidi had an almost thing just like in canon back when she was a nymph, and he’s deeply saddened by her curse. He has a hard time being near her now. -Red dreams of becoming a successful scientist to find the cure for the vampire and werewolf bite. Not for herself, but for those who didn’t have a choice. -When Craig brought Stripe #4 from the dead and made a contract to make her his familiar, one of the requirements he set for her was to come back with wings, to help Tweek with his flying fears since we can’t fly himself.  -Token gave Stan a magical plant which eats bad dreams for his birthday years ago, and he’s been taking care of it ever since. Surprisingly, it hasn’t died yet. Hes very proud of this fact. Of course, unknown to him, Kyle helps it along from time to time. 

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Dec 10 zodiac

Moving with the intuition, December tenth is a day when changes are coming, when wrong transforms into right as well as the other way around. There is a ton of irregularity in this date, and those brought into the world on it ought to advise themselves that change is the main thing steady in their lives. Feelings are to stream and nothing will be kept down when it is intended to leave. Albeit this can be an obscure or discouraging time for the Sun in Sagittarius, when one is finished with Self as opposed to looking for responsibility from others, their motivation jobs down to one place where all that checks out.

December tenth Horoscope SUN - PLUTO - SUN - MOON Compromise isn't exactly a choice in this planetary column, and individuals brought into the world on December tenth are unique for their capacity to track down where no side is to make splits the difference, for there is generally center ground to look for. They will not comprehend wounds they get from connections in the initial segment of their lives. They can expect separations of sentiments and companionships that appear to appear suddenly, for assumptions will not be met and a few lines basically will not be crossed. Favored by a solid Sun in Sagittarius, they are to clutch what they see plainly as opposed to accepting any other individual's mentalities of judgment. Knowing the center of their own reality, they will track down the center ground of any contact without any difficulty, prepared to cooperate in manners that permit the two people to exist in shared understanding and regard for one another's inclinations and objectives.

Love And Emotions The affection life of those brought into the world on December tenth might be a rollercoaster or a bite the dust kind of fantasy, where fanatical and envious demonstrations are to be expected, as well as profoundly passionate contacts that don't appear to have a future they'd very much want to design. What loses them their track is regularly the sign that things in their day to day existence need to change, that they are on some unacceptable way and following symbolism instead of the embodiment of their actual character. They need a dependable accomplice unique in relation to those that are many, sticking out and away from the individuals who fit convictions took care of to them since a youthful age. They won't settle until they track down somebody to "disrupt the norms" with in the event that this is what's important for bliss.

They are content and physically stirred, never settle for things that are half-commendable or half-done and need an accomplice who'll comprehend their absolutism as opposed to driving trade off they don't deal with well. Their individual flexibility ought not be addressed, and keeping in mind that they could pay attention to numerous sentiments on the "right second to settle down" they ought to possibly do so when prepared to focus on the one that feels better to be near. They are one-accomplice people in any event, when they appear coquettish or exploitative, and need somebody to interface with in trust and full devotion that won't restrict their self-articulation or their brave life.

Reason The reason in existences of those brought into the world on the tenth of December is found in the quintessence of Saturn, Lord of the Rings, and the restricting element that makes generally oblivious conditions and underlying advancements over the long run. It is an assignment to acknowledge and embrace genuine confidence as opposed to changing with the direction of any religion, in full arrangement that all things occur in the perfect time, arranged as such by a lot bigger insight than our human straightforwardness.

What They Excel In Somebody brought into the world on December tenth succeeds in banking, advances, funds and the financial exchange. With their profundity and analytical soul, they make extraordinary researchers and scientists that could carry unbelievable data to the surface. They work best near the ground or under it, allowing for sports and actual work, and advantage significantly from therapy and various techniques for self-recuperating that eventually lead to mending others.

December tenth Birthday Gift The birthday present for somebody brought into the world on December tenth may be a day enjoyed with companions in a getaway room, an enormous riddle to explore and resolve, or a day at a neighborhood paintball club. They might consider forceful decisions to be fun, however long they aren't perilous or too provocative to even think about swelling anybody intended to be involved. Take more time to an underground club, to a previous existence advisor or a bioenergetics healer, and give them new information on unique issues that interest them yet never appear to track down a way into their hands.

Positive Traits For December tenth Born Profound, warm people, exceptionally vigorous and prepared for transforms, they are solid characters who function admirably in the midst of emergency and comprehend others when no other person is by all accounts ready to.

Negative Traits For December tenth Born Dim convictions variety their reality dark, leaving them wounded and disengaged from contacts intended to motivate them. Feeling disliked, envious or possessive, and like they have passed up something over the top, they get disastrous and difficult to remain nearby while imagining around others that everything in their life is sweet.

Recuperating Crystal Ilvaite is a decent decision of precious stone for an individual brought into the world on the tenth of December, assisting them with arriving at the mark of persistence and understanding for Self and the progression of opportunity that works out easily. It is a stone of constancy and establishing, one that focuses them on who they genuinely are and where the center of their credible character is. Moving them along when circumstances become difficult, this is a great stone to convey along in the hour of emergency, yet additionally out of nowhere when change is required and when acknowledgment of our spot on the planet is being addressed.

Sabian Symbol TThe Sabian image for Sagittarius agents brought into the world on December tenth in a jump year:

"Pelicans Menaced by the Behavior and Refuse of Men Seek Areas for Bringing Up their Young" The Sabian image for Sagittarius agents brought into the world on December tenth at whatever year that isn't a jump year:

"Kids Playing on the Beach, their Heads Protected by Sunbonnets" Aside from an undeniable absence of persistence for drawn-out, adult human instinct seen here, it is very evident that nature itself jumps in the driver's seat in these images, showing individuals exactly the way in which little they are according to the Universe. Terrific powers are working and keeping in mind that an individual could fall into a self image fight attempting to demonstrate their situation on the planet, they will continually be pushed to see what their actual job is, administered by higher regulations than those they know among individual people. Assurance is required on the two pieces of the situation, from the group, as well as from the wild communication with higher powers from a weak spot of genuineness. These people need to invest sufficient energy alone and examine on dangers and valuable chances to remain strategically positioned to act from. Quiet and fun loving contact with their internal identity makes their safeguard of insurance huge, however straightforwardness that they will not ponder.

Popular Birthdays On tenth Of December In 1830 Emily Dickinson was conceived, a productive American writer who composed sonnets that are remarkable for the period where she composed. It has been contended that she lived in confinement and sometime down the road would even not liked to leave her room, not to mention welcome visitors. In 1957 Michael Clarke Duncan was conceived, an American entertainer most popular by his job of John Coffey in The Green Mile. With a drawn out want to act, he needed to circle around the thought, and exited the Communications program at University since he needed to help his family because of his mom's sickness. In 1960 Kenneth Branagh was conceived, a Northern Ireland English entertainer, screenwriter and chief, who featured in various movies like Much Ado About Nothing, My Week with Marilyn and others. He credits his "adoration for words" to his Irish legacy.

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How to choose the right dental chews for your dogs

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Pay attention to the components

Wholesome pet products are manufactured by reputable companies that be sure your puppy does no longer get uncovered to harmful chemical compounds and additives. When you might be choosing a pet treat, search for a product this is all pure and made with elements like pork or rooster.

Dogs need protein to advertise muscle expansion and stay them healthy. As much as imaginable, don’t buy puppy treats with artificial scents and flavors: the more natural the product, the better in your dog’s well being.

Value for cash Having a pet can burn a hole in your pocket, however you get rewarded with unconditional love, so who’s complaining? Nonetheless, spending an excessive amount of on dog dental chews isn't practical. Apart from moderately discovering a product with high-grade substances, you also wish to test in case you are getting the most productive value for cash.

Look for a product this is thick and now not hollow and are at least six inches long. Dog chews that last longer will stay your canine significant other occupied a lot longer; thus selling oral health and combating anxiety.

Choose a treat size that matches your dog

The purpose of a canine dental bite is to stimulate energetic chewing. The longer it takes your dog to consume a treat, the better it is helping to do away with plaque and tartar building up. If you purchase a canine bite that your dog swallows inside seconds, it's not doing its process to promote dental health.

Choose canine dental chews in more than a few sizes to check which product easiest works to your canine. Sometimes, it's through experimentation that you'll discover a deal with that your canine will also love.

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Read product critiques If you're researching canine dental bite in your pets, it helps to start out via checking customer evaluations and feedback. By reading an impartial opinion from different puppy fanatics, you'll slim down your choices and make a selection the product that best fits the desires of your puppy.

Do your research Finding out in regards to the a large number of benefits of dental canine chews can help level you in the suitable course. When you research for information on-line, you can bump into lists of goods reviewed via pet experts and veterinarians. Nevertheless, don’t depend on a single source to make a choice a dental chunk to your pet. Compare the knowledge you accrued to get a hold of your personal record of dental chews to buy on your puppy.

In conclusion, making an investment on your dog’s dental well being is very important for its healthy and happy life. Apart from regular visits in your veterinarian, dog dental chew products can act as pure dental floss and prevent quite a lot of dental problems like gum disease and enamel decay.

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Into the Unknown Part 4 Chapter 2

Into the Unknown

Fandom: Undertale, Coraline (book), Over the Garden Wall, Paranorman, Gravity Falls (season 2)

Characters: Frisk, Norman B., Dipper P., Mabel P., Coraline J., Wirt, Greg, the Cat, the Frog; Sans, Toriel, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Asgore,; the Other Mother, the Beast, Agatha P., Bill Cipher, Asriel D., Chara D.,

Pairings: Not the focus. Alphys/Undyne, with mentions of Papyrus/Mettaton, sans/Toriel/Asgore, and Wirt/Sara. Due to the nature of Undertale and the dating segments, there is also interpretable Papyrus/Wirt, Undyne/Mabel, Alphys/Dipper, Napstablook/Norman, Mettaton/Norman, Mettaton/Mabel, Sans/Dipper, Sans/Norman, and Sans/Greg.

Rated a high +K for violence, mild language, horrific elements that may be disturbing to younger readers,  mentions of child abuse and bullying, character death that is sometimes permanent, and mentions of suicide that may be triggering. These elements remain relatively unchanged from their source material, which most all are for children, but discretion is advised nonetheless.

Disclaimer: Undertale was created and owned by Toby Fox. Coraline was created by Neil Gaiman and owned by Bloomsbury and Laika. Over the Garden Wall was created by Patrick McHale and owned by Cartoon Network. Paranorman was created by Sam Fell and Chris Butler and owned by Laika. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and owned by Disney. Any other work mentioned or homage are property of their respective owners. This is a fan-made, nonprofit work that only seeks to entertain. Please support the original franchises.

The hallway outside of the Ruins was a lot longer than either of them had expected. It was too dimly lit for either of them to see quite clearly, and the damp chill of caverns only grew as they walked. There was only one clear beacon of light as another chasm opened above them.

In the beacon of light, there sat a flower.

“I bet you think you’re real clever, don’t cha?” said Flowey. “Saving your goat mom like that?”

Both of them were still rattled from the fight, so the most Dipper could really do was stomp on Flowey. It burrowed back underground before his foot hit the ground.

“Tell me,” said Flowey as he popped up behind them.  “What do you think you would have done if you hadn’t saved her? What will happen if you meet someone you can’t spare?”

“We’re not here to fight anyone!” said Dipper.

“Oh? So why are you here, then?”

Mabel sent Dipper a concerned looked. The two fell silent. That was all that Flowey wanted to hear.

“You don’t know,” said Flowey in realization. “Don’t worry, my little monarchs. You’re not the ones I’m looking for. And maybe once you stop that goody two-shoes act, we can agree on something.”

Flowey burrowed back underground, leaving them alone.

“What was that about?” Mabel asked.

“I’m not sure…” said Dipper. “Mabel, what were we doing when we came down here?”

Mabel hummed as she thought.

“The last thing I remember was being at the Shack,” she said.

“Same with me,” said Dipper. “Do you think maybe something paranormal brought us here?”

“I mean, we are in a world of magic and monsters,” said Mabel. “Nothing’s out of the question.”

“Then we better get to work,” said Dipper.

Chapter 2

They didn’t talk much after they were reunited. It was too late to make any real plans, too dark to look at the map Frisk had gotten, and they were too tired to think clearly.

It was early when they started to talk again. The sun had barely risen above the mountains that surrounded them, but it was light enough that Frisk could read the map.

None of the mountains surrounding them were Mt. Ebott.

“These are not normal woodlands,” said the Cat. “Perhaps you can try finding another monster here?”

Frisk nodded.

“Then I suggest we try to avoid gnomes.”

He jumped out of his skin when he saw the white bone. A skull sat in the hoodie. Attached to the rest of it was a skeleton. Two pinpricks of light hovered in the eye sockets, as close to pupils as it could get.

“alright. go ahead and take your choice. don’t got enough g on me to keep restocking.”

The skeleton monster gave a vague gesture to a set of lamps sitting by the checkpoint station, and what fear Dipper had faded into confusion.

“Why do you just have human shaped lamps?” Dipper asked.

“ya better make it quick,” the skeleton said. “my bro’s gonna be here in a few minutes and he’s a human hunting fanatic.”

Dipper’s eyes widened as he put together what he meant, and dove behind one of the lamps that had a shade of a long cone. Mabel fell right behind him, and hid behind her own lamp.

“SANS!”

“sup bro?”

Mabel poked her head out from the lampshade. “Oh, he’s cute!”

Dipper looked up just long enough to see the other addresser.

“He’s a skeleton,” said Dipper.

“You say that like it’ll stop me,” said Mabel.

“SANS? ARE THOSE HUMANS?”

The twins froze. Slowly, they both poked their heads out from the lampshade.

“sure, bro,” said the shorter skeleton. His skeletal smile was as thick as ever (and Dipper noted in the back of his mind that it didn’t move when he spoke), but there was a hint of frustration in his tone that Dipper could not quite place why.

“GOOD JOB!! I GUESS THERE IS MERIT TO STARING AT THESE LAMPS ALL DAY!!!” The taller skeleton turned to the twins. “ATTENTION HUMANS! !!YOU SHALL NOT PASS THIS AREA! !! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL CAPTURE YOU!!! PROCEED…ONLY IF YOU DARE!!!”

He ran off, his laugh growing more and more distant.

“sorry bout that,” said the shorter skeleton. “name’s sans, by the way.”

He offered Dipper a hand up. Dipper noted the pink whoopee cushion hidden under his phalanges and decided to pull himself back up.

“Human hunting?” Dipper asked. “So you’re trying to hunt us down?”

“nah. he won’t hurt a fly,” said sans. “he’ll just fight you and give you awful puzzles to solve. i’ll keep an eyesocket out for you kids.”

sans walked off into the other direction as his brother. Dipper waited until he could not see him anymore to talk.

“Who just has a dozen people-shaped lamps waiting out in the middle of the forest?” He asked.

“The same kind of person who keeps hot dogs under his stand,” said Mabel as she rose. “And the kind of person I wanna be friends with. Want one?”

Dipper took one without thinking. His mind was racing.

Sans was not all that surprised to see the two humans in the world of monsters. He had gone through the trouble of special ordering several human-shaped lamps and dragging them out into the snow and forest. He had been expecting them.

“sans definitely knows something,” said Dipper as he took a bite of his hot dog. “Let’s try and figure out what.”

“Sounds like a plan, plan man!”

It was then that Dipper realized whatever he put into his mouth was not hot dog meat.

They find the boyband first. Frisk vaguely recalled seeing them on TV at one point, so it’s a bit of a surprise to find them in a magical forest. They thought about asking them whether or not they knew anything about the Kingdom of Monsters, but decide against it after they have to talk one of them out of eating a pinecone.

The boyband was not the only humans they found in the forest. They stumbled upon a campsite, where the only difference between its two occupants is the numbers on their hats. They did not know where Mt. Ebott was, but they were kind enough to show them where the other magical places in the forest are and offered their campsite if they couldn’t find a place for the night.

They find the gnomes again. They weren’t helpful.

It was late in the afternoon when something interesting happened. They only ventured in to town for a few moments, for Frisk to buy some food with what money they had left. It was only a packet of jerky from a vending machine, but it was enough until they can figure something else out. They wandered off to one of the prettier spots in the woods, settled down on a log, opened the packet…

The forest rumbled. Birds flew and gnomes ran away. Soundwaves shook the trees and cause ripples in the stream. The earth shook as something raced closer.

The Manutaur approaches.

Frisk ACTS without thinking, and held the jerky packed out in front of them. The fight stopped instantly.

“Not going to fight back, tiny human?” The manutaur asked as he poured jerky down his throat.

Frisk shook their head and shrugged.

“I believe they would like to talk to you instead,” said the Cat. “They are looking for a way into a kingdom of monsters. It should be hidden in the mountains.”

The manutaur hummed in thought. “Climb onto my backhairs. I’ll take you to meet with High Council.”

“I think I’ll pass,” said the Cat.

Frisk climbed aboard, and let the cat jumped onto their shoulders. The Manutaur sped off.

“HE’S…WELL…HE’S A BIG FUZZY PUSHOVER!” said Papyrus. “EVERYBODY LOVES THAT GUY! I AM CERTAIN IF YOU JUST SAY…’EXCUSE ME, MR. DREEMURR, CAN I PLEASE GO HOME?’ HE’LL GUIDE YOU RIGHT TO THE BARRIER HIMSELF! ANYWAY!!! THAT’S ENOUGH TALKING!!! I’LL BE AT HOME BEING A COOL FRIEND!!! LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU WANT TO GO ON THAT DATE!!!”

Papyrus ran through them back to his house, a movement that was at best a mix of running, skipping, and floating. His laughter faded off in the distance.

Dipper hardly noticed. His mind was abuzz with the new information, trying to put together what Papyrus had said to the theories he had already crafted into his head.

He hardly even noticed the last thing Papyrus had said, until he looked over at Mabel and saw the look in her eyes.

“You want to go on a date with him right away?” Dipper asked.

“Why not?” said Mabel. “He said we can visit whenever we want for that date!”

“Your date,” Dipper said.

“And what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know! I think there was a restaurant in town…”

“I bet if you go with me you’d be able to talk to sans about whatever nerdy stuff you wanna talk about,” said Mabel.

Dipper opened his mouth to argue, but close it just as quickly. That was actually a good point.

“Just promise me you won’t call my thing a date,” said Dipper.

“Can’t! Let’s go!”

It was a long and hard-fought training montage that lasted the whole day. But eventually, Frisk was accepted by the Mautaurs. They gave them bits of leather armor that did not really fit them, a spear made of bone and stone that reminded them of Papyrus and Undyne, and some neat temporary tattoos. They were sent on their way to conquer the Multibear.

“And we shall go with you to make sure you don’t botch this like Destructor did,” said Pituitor.

But Frisk knew they weren’t going to Fight the Multibear, much less conquer it. Hopefully the other Manutaurs would be cool with that too.

The Multibear lived on the other side of the mountain range. Frisk scaled it the way the Mautaurs had taught them. They entered the cave. The Manutaurs were right behind them.

The sounds of roars alerted Frisk to the location of the Multibear before their eyes could fully adjust to the darkness. The Multibear emerged from the shadows.

“Bear heads! Quiet!” The biggest head of the Multibear snapped. “So, the Manutaurs have seen fit to send to me another human.”

“Yeah, because you SUCK!” Gronk shouted from outside.

The bear head growled again, but stopped as it was slapped.

Frisk nodded enthusiastically. They put their spear down to sign.

“I am afraid I do not speak the language of Hands,” said the Multibear.

“Then allow me to translate,” said the Cat as he emerged from a stalagmite. “They want to ask you for directions.”

There was a loud groan from the Manutaurs outside. The Cat ignored it.

“They wish to find the Kingdom of Monsters,” said the Cat.

“You would provoke the ire of the Manutaurs just to find it?” asked the Multibear.

Frisk nodded.

“Then you must be very lost,” said the Multibear. “Very well. I will tell you what I know.”

Papyrus’ house was a unique mixture of old, clashing furniture, and surfaces so clean it was hard to believe that they had ever held dust. In a lot of ways, it reminded Dipper of the Mystery Shack. He took a seat on the couch and started to flip through a book on quantum physics.

“Wow! How’d you get your sink so high?”

Shoved in between the pages was a joke book, just a little smaller than the textbook.  Curious, Dipper took that out.

“DO YOU LIKE IT?! I MADE IT TALLER SO I CAN STORE MORE BONES UNDERNEATH. TAKE A LOOK!!!”

The joke book had been hollowed out to hold another book on quantum physics. Dipper took it out and opened it up.

“WHAT?!?! CATCH THAT MEDDLING CANINE!”

Dipper looked up long enough from the books to watch the small Pomeranian from before rush through the kitchen and out the door.

“CURSES!”

The sound of a sad trombone filled the house.

“SANS!! STOP PLAUGING MY LIFE WITH INCIDENTAL MUSIC AND COME HELP ME ENTERTAIN THESE HUMANS!”

“oh, what?” sans’ voice echoed from the top of the stairs.

“YES! THE TALLER HUMAN AND I WERE PLANNING ON GOING TO MY ROOM AND DOING…WHATEVER IT IS PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY GO ON DATES! COULD YOU PERHAPS ENTERTAIN THE SHORTER ONE???”

“I’m shorter than Mabel by, like, an inch!” said Dipper.

There was a lingering pause upstairs, as sans thought about what had been asked.

“sure thing bro,”

There was the sound of a closing door upstairs, and the front door swung open.

“sorry bro,” said sans. “just wanted to make sure i got my date clothes on.”

The only thing Dipper noticed that was different were his socks, now matching.

“GREAT!! COME ALONG THEN, HUMAN!!! HAVE FUN ON YOUR DATE, SANS!!!”

Mabel wriggled her eyebrows at Dipper as she rushed upstairs with Papyrus. Dipper tried his best to ignore her.

*DATING START!

“So, uh…” Dipper started. He made a vague gesture to the books on his lap.

“oh yeah,” said sans. “paps got that one for me. i made a few of my own modifications, of course, but i don’t think he’s gotten the joke yet.”

Silence fell between the two as Dipper tried to think of what to say next.

“DON’T THINK YOU’VE BESTED ME YET!!!” Papyrus’ voice rang from upstairs. “I’VE NEVER BEEN BEATING AT DATING AND I NEVER WILL!!”

“Hey, sans,” said Dipper. “Do you know anything about a talking flower?”

The atmosphere grew heavy. sans’ grin tightened, and for a second Dipper felt a shiver up his spine.

“the echo flowers in waterfall, right?” sans asked. “didn’t think you had made it that far.”

“We haven’t,” said Dipper. “I mean a small golden flower that talks back at you, not just an echo.”

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE HIDDEN POWER OF THIS OUTFIT!”

sans was silent for a moment. He shifted in his seat so he could look Dipper in the eyes. His smile had grown bigger, but Dipper was not entirely sure that was a good thing.

“I have a question for you kid…how did you end up in the Underground?”

“I don’t know. Mabel and I just kind of ended up here,” said Dipper. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. And I think that flower might have something to do with it.”

“RIGHT! BUT OH SO WRONG! THIS AIN’T ANY PLAIN OL’ PASTA!! THIS IS AN ARTISAN’S WORK!!! SILKEN SPAGHETTI FINLEY AGED IN AN OAKEN CAST, THEN COOKED BY ME, MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS!!!”

“And I think you might know something about it,” Dipper finished.

The lights in sans’s eyesockets went out. Dipper fought the urge to jump back and run. Phalanges tapped on the sofa, forming a melodic pattern.

“What makes you think that, bucko?”

Dipper swallowed in a vain attempt to stop his voice from cracking before he spoke.

“Who orders a set of human-shaped lamps and leaves them out in the forest?”

“AUGH!!! URGH!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

“Should we do something about that?” Dipper asked.

“nah, they’re probably fine.” said sans. “but you know…you may be on to something kiddo. tell you what; you tell me more about that flower, i’ll tell you more about the other humans. deal?”

“Fine.” said Dipper.

“great. i’ll keep an eyesocket out for you, kid.”

sans stood from the couch and walked out the front door again. Dipper did not have a chance to question it before Mabel came downstairs.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“I dunno,” said Mabel as she plopped onto the couch. “I mean he dumped me, but that was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

Dipper decided it was not worth it to point out that all of her other dates were with a group of gnomes, a merman, a psychic brat currently in jail, and the guy on the $10 bill.

“How’d talking to sans go?” Mabel asked.

“I might be onto something,” Dipper said. “There’s a lot more going on in the Underground that we don’t know about.”

Author’s Note: Compared to Coraline, Wirt, Greg, and even Norman to an extent, the Pines twins know what they’re doing. They’re ready to solve some mysteries and rewrite history.

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Dog Obesity: Causes & How To Tell If Your Dog Is Overweight

October ninth is National Pet Obesity Awareness Day, however heftiness is a medical issue for hounds throughout the entire year.

Weight in hounds is nearly as basic as corpulence in people. Truth be told, specialists state an expected 56 percent of pooches are overweight or corpulent in the United States.

The wellbeing results of these additional pounds are similarly as genuine, as well: overweight pooches put more noteworthy weight on their joints, hearts, lungs, liver, and kidneys. They're increasingly inclined to injury, and are at a higher hazard during medical procedure. You must visit - daypetcare

Furthermore, it most likely doesn't feel great to them, either. Hefty canines don't have the vitality or the normal interest and fun loving nature that fit pooches do. In spite of the fact that mutts can't choose to start eating better or exercise more, they unquestionably acknowledge life a ton more when they're trim and good to go.

Reasons for Dog Obesity

A few canines have physiological explanations behind heftiness, yet weight issues are generally the aftereffect of two elements: an excessive amount of food and insufficient exercise.

Indulging for a pooch involves overloading excessively liberal bits, between-dinners bites, and table pieces. Now and again the proprietor erroneously accepts that a canine needs access to food 24 hours per day, or that hounds possibly 'ask' for more food when they're really ravenous. False. Mutts are regular scroungers, and on the off chance that they discover that a specific look will yield more food, they'll request it again and again, regardless of whether they're ravenous or not.

Absence of activity it's a similar issue we people have. Mutts by and large restricted inside or in yards don't get the activity they need–and no, hounds won't 'naturally' practice anything else than people. They're similarly as lethargic as we seem to be. Fence-running and playing isn't sufficient. In the event that the canine isn't working out, there will be moderate yet consistent weight increase, prompting corpulence in middle age.

In any case, there are different reasons a canine may put on weight, including:

Fixing or fixing brings down canines' digestion, yet it's uncommon that mutts put on a ton of weight exclusively therefore. What occurs: taking care of and practice plans don't change with the age or state of the pooch. What's fine for a functioning doggy is excessively stuffing for a grown-up. It's completely controllable. A fixed pooch doesn't consequently rise to an overweight canine.

Hormonal clutters, for example, an under-dynamic thyroid organ, or hypothyroidism, can mess weight up. A pooch's adrenal organs may deliver an over the top hormone called cortisol, causing Cushing's ailment. Canines with Cushing's sickness don't really put on weight, yet their fat is re-disseminated to the mid-region, making them look pot-bellied.

Easing back digestion occurs in middle age. Examination shows that moderately aged spread in hounds starts around age five or six, so on the off chance that your canine is as of now overweight by, at that point, the difficult will presumably deteriorate.

Breed assumes a job. On the off chance that your canine is blended variety or thoroughbred Beagle, Cocker Spaniel, Collie, Sheltie, Basset Hound, Dachshund, Lab, or Golden Retriever, be careful.

Step by step instructions to Tell If Your Dog Is Overweight

An overhead perspective on a thoroughbred Dachshund eating from a hardened steel pet food dish remaining on a hardwood floor inside a home with blue dividers. She is a short haired dappled piebald shade of earthy colored and white. She is a salvage and living joyfully ever after with her new mother, her name is Pretzel.

Check the ribs. Indeed, there ought to be a little fat over them, however you ought to have the option to feel them. In the event that you can't discover them, you have an issue. Truth be told, look about for the significant bones all over your canine's body–legs, spine, shoulders, hips. On the off chance that you experience difficulty finding any of them, at that point your pet has a lot cushioning.

Check the relaxing. In the event that your canine inhales vigorously significantly after next to zero effort, or makes some hard memories recouping from a short walk or play meeting, there could be an issue.

Check the base of the tail. Somewhat fat should cover this zone, however on the off chance that you can't feel the bones by any means, you hound is extremely overweight.

Look down. Truly, check your pet's outline from above. Would you be able to discover an abdomen? Would you be able to tell where the ribs end and the hips start?

Check the "stomach fold." The fold is the zone behind the ribs. It ought to be littler around than the chest. How much littler relies upon the variety, and the more profound chested your pooch, the more prominent the distinction. A pooch who's too dainty will have an extremely serious fold, while a hefty canine may have no fold by any stretch of the imagination.

When To Call Your Veterinarian

On the off chance that you give your pet a decent once-finished and believe there's a weight issue, make a meeting with your vet. The specialist will give your canine an exhaustive physical, do some blood tests, and pose inquiries about dietary patterns and recurrence. At that point the vet can assist you with building a sensible, slow, and generally safe weight reduction plan.

The arrangement will more likely than exclude:

Diminished caloric admission, most likely utilizing an uncommon canine food defined for weight reduction

Less food every day

Expanded fiber or water consumption

More exercise

You should consider keeping a log of food admission including treats–and exercise, so you can screen your pet's advancement. You may even need to get somewhat fanatical, estimating the specific measure of nourishments offered and taking note of each treat.

Regardless of what the arrangement, be set up for it to take some time. Prompting weight reduction at a rate quicker than two percent of absolute body weight every week is bound to lessen slender tissue and trigger a bounce back weight gain.

Remember that you're in this for the long stretch. Most pooches may take insofar as long as eight to a year to arrive at their objective loads, and still, after all that, they'll have to keep up the eating regimen and exercise to keep up their new, more beneficial shape.

How would you keep your pooch fit as a fiddle and forestall corpulence?