#and i miss my pupper

[welcome-to-green-hills]

it’s kinda funny how secretive they’re being about this. this is how the general public in the sonic universe felt when they tried to find info on Sonic’s edgy twin only for everything to be classified government documents

Us waiting for anything Sonic 3 related…

[glitchy-furby]

we went to the bins today and got a BIIIIG HAUL!! including lots of zhu zhu pets, a Russ doggy family that i felt bad for (oops), a palm pals cow, two pound purries, and most exciting, a brand new jellycat! she is the new sister for my partner's favorite jellycat Ravioli, who is also from the bins. i also got 3 more little guys from another thrift store for under $2. we have been slowly going through out existing toys to get rid of some, but oops we love to hunt for more /v\"

[lunaetis]

me juggling my braincell between eden & yinyue & suddenly feeling the stare and smile from a certain vermilion bird like :

[sojutrait]

[always-coffee]

Cash (June 5, 2017-March 19, 2024)

It’s so strange, to me—the emptiness.

The space that used to be filled has gone silent. The bed is empty. The food dish unfilled.

I find myself haunted by absence. An imagined footfall or jingle of a collar. A whine in the night.

Walking down the stairs with the expectation of happy butt wiggles and cute, seal-faced joy. Being careful not to drop food, because the dog might eat it. (He pounced on everything you dropped, always. He was on a very particular diet for health reasons.)

So much of my life and my daily life revolved around him. A few summers back, my dad even painted the back sliding door, because Cash was very offended that birds exist and kept hurling himself at the glass. Once he couldn’t see them, he chilled out. He also was annoyed if someone was Outside and he was inside. Keep in mind, he didn't want to be outside. He just didn't want you out there.

Cash had a very specific bed time. He could tell time incredibly well. And he would be very annoyed if his bedtime came and went and he wasn’t tucked in. He’d stare at you, like, “Hey, excuse me. We’re late.” He knew different days of the week, and he knew when to expect one of my siblings for a weekly visit.

He objected to departures, because how dare you. The only way to placate him was to offer him a plate of snackies as you exited. He loved bananas and ice cubes with a little bit of pumpkin frozen in them. I still have a whole baggie of them in the freezer. I'd just made him a fresh batch of sweet potatoes, his favorite treat, the other day. I cannot bring myself to throw them out yet.

He was very smart and learned tricks fast. This was the first dog I ever trained without my mother around. Sometimes, I was very sure he was smarter than me. He was also very, very stubborn, and you could tell when he heard a command and was like, nope.

Cash had anxiety. He was on meds. (Big fan of meds. The difference they made for him was incredible.) He saw a specialist. She was a godsend and went above and beyond to help, especially when he started to have health issues last year. Then, in Sept., he bloated, and an emergency surgery saved his life. The second I realized the symptoms (because I dive into research mode when I am trying to fix or help), it was off to the doggo ER before the sun began to rise.

Most dogs are fine after bloat surgery, if it's caught in time. Cash was not. Because Cash also had IBD and to get him to eat following his surgery, he got food that he wasn’t supposed to have. This caused all sorts of chaos for him. For months, I hand-filled a new medicine (powder into gel caps). I became very good at it, despite looking like I was moonlighting as Walter White. Or Scarface. Later, I made approximately 400 phone calls to get him a different med that he needed and had to come from a specialized pharmacy.

By all accounts, he should’ve died back in September, so the time since then has been extra time. I missed so many things taking care of him, spending time with him, playing allllll the rounds of fetch (his favorite). It took up so much of my time and energy. This is the summarized version. But I would’ve done it forever, if it would have made a difference. And I’d do it all again tomorrow, even feeling the way I do right now. I don't love small.

(This was all this week's newsletter, if that interests you. It's free: https://buttondown.email/alwayscoffee.)

[ecofear]

i think the closer we get to christmas the sadder im going to get and the closer we get to my birthday next year the sadder im going to get and its just gonna be months and months of sad until summer comes and i can breathe again

[ashton-ryder]

ASHTON RYDER | 32 | PhD STUDENT, EX-MARINE

Biography | Playlist | Connections

Ashton, 32, is a astrophysics PhD student at NYU, often teaching bachelor lectures as part of his post-graduate program alongside his research. He's been in New York for the last 4 years, renting in the Wexley in #306 ever since. Before that, he had spent a bulk of his time with the military, fresh out of high school, following his father's footsteps, taking his Physics bachelors and masters while serving. A mishap of a mission left him the only survivor of his team, suffered a bad injury and he stepped away from being a marine raider for good. His father was a military pilot though he died in combat and Ashton was mostly raised by his mother, an elementary school teacher, growing up in a small town in Minnesota. Moving to New York was hard but he needed to find something else to do with his life, to prove that he isn't completely useless yet.

Useful Skills Military Combat, Gun Marksmanship, Reconnaissance, Extreme Conditions, Good Swimmer, Jet Piloting, Basic Medical Aid and Trauma Care, Theoretical and Practical Physics, Can debate for hours on the theories of Dark Matter .

Additionals.

Full Name: Ashton Finley Ryder Nicknames: Ash, Ryder, Fin (ice hockey days) Birthday: November 3, 1991 Birthplace: Taylors Falls, Minnesota Current Home: The Wexley, #306, 4th year resident pre-outbreak Religion: Loosely raised Catholic / Currently Freethinker Orientation: Asexual, Biromantic MBTI: ISFJ, The Defender Enneagram: Type5 Wing6, The Troubleshooter Alignment: Lawful Neutral Zodiac: Scorpio Face Claim: Luke Mitchell . Voice Claim: Luke Mitchell (i) | (ii) *ii - tw mentions of abuse .

Physical Attributes.

Height: 6'1" Build: Muscular, Athletic Exercise Regime: Alternate days USMC conditioning training Allergies: people that walk slowly in NYC, people beating around the bush, & lilies. Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde Eye Colour: Deep Blue, that turns deeper when he cries Glass/Contacts: none, but sometimes if his eyes are strained he has reading glasses Dominant Hand: Right, but mildly Ambidextrous Tattoos: only one, solar system running across the inside of his left forearm Scars: Too many to count, the most prominent, ugly one that never healed right is the one on his left shoulder, operated on by Dr Tobias Piercings: Earlobes and Helix on both ears Outfit Clothing Style: Sweaters, idk what else to tell you, whatever Charlie and Ria styles him with

Background Information.

Hometown: Taylors Falls, Minnesota Current Residence: Manhattan, New York Spoken Languages: English / Russian / Spanish Driver's License: yes + military license Occupation: Ex-marine. PhD student and lecturer at NYU

Familial Information. Relationship Status: Single Mother: Amelia Kayley Ryder, Elementary School Teacher, Taylors Falls, MN / status unknown (possible open connection) Father: Ben Colin Ryder, U.S Army Officer, Captain / deceased, KIA Siblings: None Other: Rose Siblings, as close as family. Pets: A german shepherd called Dawn, that Ash trained as a military dog beside him during his service, she listened to no one but him and so when he left the force, Dawn couldn't work with any other soldier and retired for Ashton to adopt her back home, currently living with his mother in Minnesota.

Headcanons

Starting with the military, Ashton applied to the marines very early on before getting accepted into the Special Ops as a CSO and Marine Raider. Was in service for about a decade before leaving it all behind.

Ashton is always in this serious mode, small smiles come by only ever so often and fun is a hard concept to grasp. Few can bring that side of him back.

Despite a few years in, he finds it hard to decide on the mundane things in life. He has no preferences for anything really. If you ask him what his favorite food is, he probably wouldn’t know how to respond. He can’t even decide his favorite food, let alone everything else in his life. He has one constant in his life and that’s enough for him.

Being young and dumbly spontaneous, he had a tattoo on his left forearm of the solar system at 18 to just be able to look at something and feel. Remember that there are things so much bigger than themselves.

Ashton teaches- taught the bachelor’s classes once in a while and the students will often gossip on the military vibes the class had. And those that couldn’t handle it dropped the class, but the ones that do stay on, often come out of it thankful that they did.

The Outbreak brought him back into his military instincts, trying to help out where he can to protect the building still standing in protecting them, but Ashton is also one to be more willing to go out, to scout, to scavenge.

Weirdly enough, he’s still working on his research paper, apocalypse be damned, he was finishing this residency and research paper one way or another. Or perhaps he just needed some kind of normalcy, to keep moving, because he knows the idleness will destroy him.

Ashton back in his military days was a skilled jet pilot and a good shot with the highest qualified level of marksmanship. Now if only he had a plane and a gun…

His apartment is a library of its own, well, if you’re ever looking for a book to learn about Kepler’s second law of planetary motion.

Supplies (on Day 0):

library of astrophysics books

NYU staff and student pass

mid-range telescope

laser pointer

mini solar power generator

tactical flashlight

compass

M18 handgun & 9mm bullets

military combat knives

old dog tag

water bottle

bucket of realism

[ksclaw]

it's so empty when there's nothing around to fill the space.

I've had dogs all my life, and my latest two puppers are gone now. One I lost 2 years ago, the other only a few weeks ago. And it all feels so empty and hollow.

My mom is getting a new puppy next week. We both went to see a breeder with puppies, with the intention of perhaps finding a little companion for me. we both fell for a sweet little boy, but I know my mom is lonely too, so when she said she was tempted to get him for herself, I told her to please, go ahead, he is a sweetheart I know he'll be right for her.

We've been looking around for others for me, but I've had no luck so far. Another breeder was... Cold for lack of a better word. She was more interested in showing off what her adult dogs could do, rather than letting me actually see the puppies (they toddled around our feet while we talked and fell asleep under the coffee table.)

Another had one single scottie puppy, but I could tell that he wasn't meant to be mine. A week after we lost Sara, someone had lost their own dog, and they got that puppy instead. And a part of me thought "He was meant to be theirs, and that's okay."

I had another 'maybe' just a few days ago. Went to visit someone who had a few puppies, but she had four boys and one girl. I liked the girl best, but I wanted to think it over, and the owner had other people coming. So I thought 'if the girl is still there, maybe I'll give it a chance.'

But she had been taken by someone else the next day. So be it.

There hasn't really been anyone else since then. Nothing that felt like it could be right, or even a maybe. Nothing that makes me go "yeah I'd be willing to drive several hours to take a look."

It may sound picky, but I don't want a dog, just to get a dog. I don't want a random object.

Friends will know how much I loved my dogs. And there's a big hole where they both used to be. Their memory is buried in another part of my heart, but the rest is a big void that feels empty. I've had days where I start sobbing from just seeing someone else with a scottie, or even just a puppy.

My heart aches with the memory of going to visit the breeder who had Malik, and her putting him in my lap. And how I just knew that he was mine, and I was his. There's a special warmth you get in your chest, when you get that one puppy (or kitty for some), when they cuddle up in your arms. A feeling you get through out the years you get together.

Malik would check up on me. He would sit and stare me down, or he would come and hop up so his front paws were on my thigh, just to get my attention, to let me know he wanted something, or to check on me if he could tell I was upset about something. He was my little watch dog, my protector.

I want to have that feeling again. It's possible that it will be a bit before I get that feeling again. But even if it hurts, it's a feeling worth waiting for.

[jackytickles]

When I get home from holiday I'm 100% writing a ler lyney lee freminet fic bc I love them both sm hehehehehehehe

[gyuswhore]

I MISS HIM SO MUCH MY BABY MY MINGY BOY 🥺🥺🥺

[s0lsticebirdy]

Gerard Way and Frank Iero 2023 outfit prediction

[aastarions]

I WANT A DOG SO BAD

[brokenhardies]

i made my late great babygirl tessa in the cartoon dog maker and came up with a little backstory for her;

tessa is calypso's assistant at the school. she's starting the job and is very excited, but can be a bit twitchy. she's very overprotective of the kids (this is based on a true story where tessa literally ran in front of a staffy when i was little in a playground bc she thought it was attacking us) and likes to take part in their games

she has problems with her knees, however - early onset arthritis - and not featured in this is the cane she uses to stand up. it makes her look somewhat older, but she doesn't mind.

[rollo-o-rollo]

I've been on an amazing vacation these last two weeks but all I can think about is my dogs i finally get to see tomorrow.....

[who-actually-cares-anymore]

I miss my dog

I'm currently spending the night away from home and I just miss my doggo so much!!

I know she misses me, too. She's spoiled rotten.

She sleeps in my bed with me and has for the last 5 years of our lives.

It's just so hard to fall asleep without the comforting weight of her body next to mine and the sound of her breathing lulling me to sleep.

I just love her so much and I miss her like crazy!

[ded-inside-anonymous]

Even though I'm at college, my dogs favorite place to lay down is still my bed 😭 I miss both my doggies so much 😭😭