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rpchive · 7 years ago

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Seventy Ninth Encounter-- Re-release

Tori and Rio are talking in the console room when, despite the fact that the IT is still in motion, an oddly polite and musical knock is heard on the other side of the door.

alienrabitt: ...Did you hear that?

Rio: Uh...I want to know who, but I really want to know how? The knock comes again with an additional flourish at the end. alienrabitt: ...What do we even do about this? We can't open it, we'd get sucked out...

Rio: You've got magic, right? Can't you just seal the doorway?

alienrabitt: But then how would I open the door...? The knock sounds once more, although now it's become more like a drumming as whatever is on the other side seems to begin improvising rhythms. Rio: Sh...should we land?

alienrabitt: ...Mm, well, if this stops, we can see if we have something stuck to the IT, but if this keeps up, I'm gonna have to open that door somehow. A blue ball of light suddenly appears in front of the door before solidifying into some sort of shiny material, and four beady eyes take form facing the pair. It turns its attention to the door and two thin tentacle-like appendages grow out from its sides and disengage the locks on the door before opening it. Despite the IT's speed and movement, no air rushes out of the room, although the sounds of extremely high winds can be heard outside.

A figure then casually steps inside and the weird creature shuts the door behind them. The majority of the person's body is covered by a large navy blue leather trenchcoat, obviously worn and weathered from heavy use. Their head is completely obscured by a helmet with gunmetal sidings and a featureless dark glass that fills the area in between, starting from the chin and up to the top of the head, where it then transitions to more metal. Atop the helmet is a wide-brimmed leather hat, which the figure dismisses with a snap before shaking the "hand" of the creature that let him in before it too disappears in a puff of smoke.

?: Now now, don't you kids know it's rude to keep someone waiting at the door? As Rio immediately begins to slowly back away, Tori desperately attempts to keep themself from shaking. Making sure to stay between the stranger and the console, Tori is the only one to address them: "Who are you? How the hell did you get in here?" ?: Eh? Uh, the door? I tried knocking but no one answered. I figured everyone was asleep or somethin', so I was just gonna let myself in and wait for someone to show up. alienrabitt: We're travelling through time and space at absurd speeds; don't act like you just walked up to your neighbor's house!! The figure makes many animated gestures with their hands as they speak, to the point where it almost seems like the hands act independently as visual interpreters. "I mean, we're not neighbors but it's not like it was hard to catch up. Look, take it easy, kids. You're acting like a Class III Reality Warper just walked in on you while you were in the bathroom or somethin'." alienrabitt: A what...? Look, people don't catch up with us, and...and you didn't answer me!! Quit skirting around this; how the hell did you catch up to us; how the hell did you break in; and who in the fresh hell are you?! ?: Hmm, in order I suppose. I blinked to your front door, and used a basic familiar to get the door open. As for who I am, well, if you want my story that'll take a while, but if you want my name? I like to go by The Wandering Law. You call me Law, or Wanderer, or WL, or That Guy Who Broke Into Our Vending Machine, or Trenchcoat Man, or Cool Guy, or...

He shows no signs of stopping. As he carries on, Tori has backed up against the console, while Rio has gone to fetch Collin. Law: ... or Mystery Man, or That Vaguely Robot Looking Thing, or Bootleg Daft Punk, or.... As he counts the names on his fingers, more fingers seem to appear on his hands as he goes over ten. As Rio returns with Collin, he snaps his gaze in his direction and makes the extra digits disappear with a flick of his wrists.

"Oho! So that's what I was picking up! Man, now that's something you don't see every day."

Collin: Uh, who are you? Tori, what's going on here?

alienrabitt: This.../thing/ broke into the IT! They just...opened the fucking door like it was nothing, and they've been listing off names ever since...!

Law: Wow, rude. I was just giving you names like you asked, and since you didn't pick one of the usual ones I had to dig real deep into the ones I haven't heard in ages. You need to work on your hosting skills, Mister Doesn't-Answer-The-Door-For-Guests. alienrabitt: Guest implies that you were expected or invited, and you are neither of those things!!

Law: Right, right, forgive me for not sending my RSVP. Do you prefer phone, email, or telepathic communication? alienrabitt: Look, I get it, you're some weird space thing like me; what in the fresh hell are you doing here?! You knew about Collin or something? Law: Not specifically, no. When a guy picks up a magical signature as stinkin' huge as this guy's though, he's practically obliged to stick his nose in there and see what's cookin'. Gotta make sure some anomaly isn't about to go wreak havoc on the multiverse and all that good talk, y'know? alienrabitt: Well good news; we do the opposite of that. Satisfied? Law: Sure, sure, I believe you. I still gotta take a look at this guy though. Consider it a check-up. He snaps his fingers and Collin suddenly lifts a few inches into the air and flies over to him, hovering just a couple of feet away.

Collin: H-Hey! The hell do you think you're doing?

Law: Relax, I'm just making sure you don't have any serious issues. Like, you aren't harboring some sort of eldritch entity from beyond our reality for example, or have high blood pressure, stuff like that. Law reaches into his coat with one gloved hand and extracts a simple magnifying glass from inside. He begins casually inspecting Collin at random spots, much to Collin's embarrassment, and as he moves around more lenses and various accessories extend and retract from the magnifying glass at random, some of which have almost nothing to do with the situation at hand, like cork screws or letter openers.

Law: I see, I see... Now this is fascinating stuff. A Class VI Magical Conglomerate being accessed by a single human mind and body. Who would've thought that was even possible? Ha! It's like a smorgasbord of magical systems in there!

well, magical system I guess. unless the gods have some godception we don’t know about yet

alienrabitt: E...excuse me? Don't try to eat him... Law: Eh? Why would I do that? It's not like there's anything to gain from eating him aside from calories, a sense of guilt, and the ire of any nearby vegans. Collin: Hey, are you done yet? I'd like to be able to move on my own again, y'know.

Law: Slow your roll, kid. Something's bugging me here... He walks back in front of Collin and stares him in the eyes for several seconds, although Collin can't quite match his gaze due to the helmet. After another moment, Law makes a clicking sound and nods slowly. "Mm, yeah, that could be a problem. You haven't had this power for long, have you kid?"

Collin: Not... really? This was pretty recent, if that's what you mean.

Law: Yep, figures. And you've already lost control at least once already, by the looks of it. How many people did you hurt? Can you even remember?

alienrabitt: What the hell are you talking about? Collin hasn't hurt anyone that didn't already deserve it. Collin: I... I think I know what he's talking about though. It was when that kleivenn got into the IT and had taken over Firefly. Nydins was on the ground, and... I started to say something, but my memory gets hazy there until I woke up a few minutes later.

Law: Oh, so it happened here, huh?

He turns to face Tori. "And you're telling me there were no friendly casualties?"

alienrabitt: Collin wasn't the one who killed Nydins; that was the kleivenn's fault! Law: I see. Well, you might have some control now, but that probably won't last. I've seen things weaker than you level cities, kid. Unless you get a better handle on yourself, you're on a slippery slope that leads nowhere good. Collin: You think I'm not trying to keep this stuff in check? I'm not exactly used to trying to hold back so much power all the time.

Law: Yes, I can see that. What you need are some training wheels. You're trying to deadlift five hundred pounds when you've barely been lifting dumbbells until now.

Collin: And how exactly do I start small, then?

Law: Easy! Break things up into more managable loads!

He stows away his magnifying glass and then abruptly strikes Collin square in the chest with one palm. The sound of glass shattering echoes through the console room, and brilliant streaks of light varying in color shoot out from Collin's back and phase through the walls of the IT. A single light blue streak bounces off the ceiling and back to the floor, and a shining crystal of the same color appears where it strikes, roughly a foot in height and a couple of inches in diameter at the middle. Collin falls back to the floor stunned and out of breath, and a shining ring of symbols forms around his left elbow before fading to look almost like a tattoo. For a moment, Tori is so stunned they cannot respond properly. Their reflection, however, has a varied range of responses, and shifts several times before he manages to pull himself back to his personal senses. Just for a moment, he nearly attempts to summon a weapon, but disregards the consideration entirely and rushes to Collin's side.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

this gif sums up this log and it’s pretty clear who’s who

Law: What I just said! I broke up that Conglomerate into seperate parts, so now he can focus on handlin' his power gradually! Pretty simple solution, if I do say so myself. alienrabitt: YOU CAN'T JUST--!! UGH!!! WILL YOU LEAVE?! Law: But I haven't even explained the next steps! Do you just want him to have a fraction of his power forever? Visibly frustrated, Tori refuses a response, incapable of any reasonable discussion.

Law: Alright, I can see you're mad, so I'll make it quick. That band on his arm is a representation of his mana cap. What you're seeing there is how much mana his body can store on its own. That shard there is one of those gods he was linked to. Grab that, rejoin it, boom! On to the next! And don't worry, if you guys get really off track, I'll help nudge you in the right direction. Gotta make sure the guy actually learns somethin', after all!

Collin: You... son of a bitch...

Law: Hey, you'll thank me when you're not finding yourself standing in the ash that was once your friends and family. Anyway, Law out! He salutes and abruptly drops through the floor as if it weren't there, leaving the others alone in the console room. Collin puts one hand on his chest as he pushes himself up with the other. He groans slightly before speaking. "Ugh, God... That was..." He adjusts himself into a seated position on the floor not too far from the crystal, moving his hand from his chest to the side of his head. "... disorienting." Offering him help up, Tori adverts his gaze to his reflection in the floor. "...We can fix this. Are you alright?"

2ri this whole arc tbh

Collin takes his hand and pulls himself up, leaning against him slightly as he gets onto his feet. "Y-Yeah, I'm just... a little dizzy, I guess. God, it's so quiet now." alienrabitt: Been there. Don't know if I miss it or not... Collin: It's... weird. I mean it's how I used to be before but it feels so strange now. I certainly don't feel as strong now either, but I guess that's more expected, huh? alienrabitt: Yeah; I guess it would be weird, but they were only with us temporarily anyway? So even if it feels weird now, it's also 'normal.' Kinda funny how normal becomes weird after a while.

At last, the other members of the crew arrive in the console room; Rio practically sprinting back in.

XL: What the hell was all that shouting about?! --And what is that?! Collin: That's... uh... one of the gods. Firefly: What?! What happened?!

Rio: S-some weird guy showed up!! He just...broke in and did this!!

XL: That's absolutely absurd! We're still in transit!

Collin: Absurd or not, he dropped in here, split up the pantheon, and sent almost all of them to who knows where. Silky: So...what do we do? Can we even get them back? Collin: I think so. It sounded like that was the point of him doing it, at least. Something about me being a danger to everyone if I didn't get control over this. XL: ...Yeah, I'm not seeing it, but whatever. Well; you saw it all happen; what's next?

me rn

Collin: Well first, I need to figure out what to do with this crystal. Do I just hold it, or...?

He steps over to the crystal and leans down to the floor to pick it up. As soon as his hand touches the crystal, however, there is an enormous flash of light. As it fades, everyone in the console room suddenly finds themselves in the center of an enormous circular library. Bookshelves stretch out in all directions out to the walls, which are made of an intricately carved stone that shimmers with white light. Beside them is a large circular desk area made of dark oak, and its surface is covered in all sorts of study materials, maps, writing utensils, and other objects. XL: ...I...okay. Okay, sure. Collin: I'll be honest, I don't know what's happening either. I don't recognize this place at all.

Fawkes: Well, it appears to be some sort of library. I don't recognize anything about the place, however. alienrabitt: Guess we'd better try to find somebody... Right at that moment, a woman appears in one of the aisles. She is dressed in a white robe with gold trimming around the hem, hood, and ends of the sleeves, with gold lines tracing along the sides of the robe to connect the different parts. Her hood is down, allowing a long light blue ponytail to bounce behind her as she quickly strides toward the desk. In her arms is a large stack of differently sized books varying in age and condition, but she stares straight ahead at the others as she moves toward them. Nydins, who is staying at the back of the group, recognizes the woman, but says nothing, still scared of drawing attention to herself. The woman says nothing to the group as she continues to bear down on them. alienrabitt: ..Uh, excuse me.... In response, the woman walks right through Tori as if they were a ghost and moves over to a slightly more open section of the desk, dropping her books down with a loud thud. She begins moving the books around slightly as if organizing them. "Alright, maybe something here will have what we need to stop this madness." Firefly: Oh great, one of these. Don't suppose we can really interact with flashbacks like this? Collin: I'm... not sure?

The woman picks up one of the more worn looking books and flips it open, only to find the face of Sanglied staring at her from the pages, which quickly calls out to her. "Hey Ezzy!"

"Ezzy" screams and flings the book up into the air as she stumbles backward, barely catching herself on a chair nearby. The book bursts into a puff of smoke and Sanglied drops out of it, casually landing on the floor while trying poorly to suppress a devious grin. "I thought I'd find you in here. Still trying to find something in one of your old pop-up books?"

The woman puts a hand over her heart as she tries to catch her breath. "You... you jerk! I told you not to call me that! Is 'Ezorius' really that hard to say?"

Sanglied: I mean, kinda?

Ezorius: And what did you do with my copy of "Studies and Theories of the Void, Volume II"? These books are valuable, you know!

Sanglied: Oh relax, like I'd ever actually damage any of your books. They snap their fingers, and the book drops onto the desk from seemingly nowhere.

Ezorius: Th-thanks... Listen, did you need something? I'm trying to figure out how we can stop this madness, and-

Sanglied: I know, sweetie, I know. Look, I'm just worried about you is all. We haven't heard much from you in like a month. You're gonna go stir crazy sitting around with these books for so long.

Ezorius: I'll be fine. I just need to find a lead. I think I'm on to something, but I just need a little more time so I-

Sanglied cuts them off by approaching the desk and placing their hands on either side of the book stack, leaning toward Ezorius.

Sanglied: Ezorius. I know you're worried about this war, but you don't have to do this alone. We're all on the same side, remember? You don't need to go hiding away in some dusty old corner with a mountain of paper and leather. Let me help you. Maybe you can find a solution faster if I help you. What do you say, Ezzy?

She smiles gently at her, which causes Ezorius to blush slightly.

Ezorius: I-I told you not to call me that!

Instead of a response, Sanglied leans further in and places a quick kiss on Ezorius' cheek.

Sanglied: I think that's a "yes"?

The room seems to fill with a white fog as the memory fades out, leaving the group in a cloudy void. XL: I really hope we don't have to sit through 30 more of these...

Firefly: I don't know, I think it's pretty interesting. Besides, what's the hurry?

XL: How is this supposed to help anything?! Just knowing who they are isn't going to help Collin with whatever powers they have! Especially when the flashbacks are just this...superfluous fluff!

I definitely needed to look up how to spell that word

luv them god lesbians

Silky: I think you could learn something from this.

XL: Wh--!! R-regardless...!! While the group continues discussing what they just saw, the void around them gradually grows darker and the fog begins to look more like stormclouds. Lightning crackles around them as thunder booms through the air, reverberating through the groups' bodies. A gust of wind blasts the clouds away, and the group is left standing in front of a circle of gods, many of whom they recognize but several that they do not. In the center of the circle is an enormous oval frame constructed of obsidian, covered in layer after layer of intricate runes and symbols. Precantaro seems to be leading the group in an incantation as sigils and glyphs seem to flash through the air. A bloodcurdling scream cries out behind the group, and they turn to see a humanoid figure dressed in a faded black suit. Its skin is sickly pale, like that of a corpse, and its eyes are black voids with only tiny red dots in the center that glow like burning coals. Its mouth hangs open, toothless and triangularly shaped, and its posture is awkwardly positioned, like that of an animal standing on its hind legs.

Tellus cries out as the figure screams again. ”No! He's already tracked down our ritual!"

Precantaro: Focus! We're almost done! If we drop the ritual now, it's over!

Ezorius looks over at the monster and then at the others for a moment, and then a steeled look of determination washes over her face. She backs out of her place in the ritual and strides toward the thing. "Don't stop, you can sustain it without me! I'll buy some time!"

Sanglied: Ezzy, don't! Israphel's a monster now, you can't-!

Precantaro: I said focus, dammit! Don't let her distraction go to waste! As the other gods redouble their efforts on the ritual, Ezorius squares off with Israphel. There's a moment of complete stillness between them as they stare each other down. Israphel abruptly breaks the tension by lurching forward and sprinting toward her, lashing out at her with clawed hands that seem to stretch out like aged rubber, groaning and creaking as they move. Ezorius kicks up into the air with a gust of wind and sails over his head. As she reaches the highest point of the jump, she conjures up two enormous balls of flames in each hand and hurls them one after the other. Israphel leaps to the side and dodges one, but barely manages to avoid the other as it chars the skin on its left arm.

Israphel howls in pain before spinning around and making a mad rush for the ritual. Ezorius lands and reaches out toward him and then yanking it back, which causes Israphel to snap back towards her, grabbing at his throat as if being strangled by a rope. As he slides toward her, he lashes out with one arm and swipes Ezorius off of her feet, causing her to crash to the ground. Free from her grip, he leaps toward her like a wolf as his claws glow red. Ezorius slams her feet down on the ground, causing a massive wall of ice to shoot up from the ground and smash into Israphel's chin, driving him back from her.

Barely dazed by the impact, Israphel spins around and smashes through the wall of ice, only to find Ezorius has already gotten back on her feet, a large glowing spell circle hovering in the air behind her. He is met by hundreds upon hundreds of tiny blasts of magic that flood out from the circle behind her, ripping through him like a hail of gunfire. Israphel lets out a primal scream as the flurry drives him back step by step, unknowingly backing toward another circle that has formed on the ground behind him. As soon as both feet are inside it, glowing chains shoot up and wrap around Israphel's body, constricting him within the circle.

Ezorius: There, I've got him trapped! Finish the ritual, I'll hold him he-

Israphel's body suddenly begins to expand and warp in definitively inhuman ways, forming additional limbs, rearranging the joints of others, and growing to three times his size. Within seconds, the magical chains snap apart and whip in all directions. One length slams Ezorius in the side and sends her sprawling to the ground. Israphel pounces on top of her, claws flailing madly as he lets out another bone-shaking roar. Before Israphel's assault can continue any longer, the obsidian frame inside the ritual suddenly bursts to life, an inky black void contained inside it. Lances of purple energy shoot out and sink into his back like harpoons and begin dragging him toward it. Israphel digs into the ground madly and tries to resist the pull, his body further growing and contorting as he fights. However, his struggle is in vain, and eventually the monster is pulled entirely through the frame and vanishes into the darkness shortly before the portal explodes into hundreds of pieces.

Sanglied sprints through the hail of rocks as they fall from the sky, and as the clouds begin to form back around the group they can hear her cry out. "EZORIUS!"

The fog soon returns to its normal white color, and the group find themselves once again in the cloudy void. At this point Nydins is desperately trying to keep her distance from everybody else, but is still staying quiet.

Silky: This is so sad...and that thing was so...nasty...

Firefly: That's magic for ya. Can't imagine anything else about this will be particularly happy.

Silky: I know, I just...can't help but wish things had ended differently for them, y'know? People just don't deserve stuff like that...

XL: Yeah, well, not everybody gets what they deserve...

Ezorius' voice suddenly rings out from the fog. "I suppose that is sometimes true. Even so, my life after that hasn't been so bad, all things considered." Demo: Yeah, there's tons of great things about being a ghost! You get to...uh...not have bodily functions; follow people around without them noticing; or maybe obsessively cling to them and ruin their lives! Oh, the possibilities. Ezorius steps out from the fog to stand along with the rest of the group. Though her hood is up, her gaze is clearly directed at Demo. "I suppose you're not wrong, but I have to question your... priorities for the situation." Demo: Well, it depends on the person and the situation, honestly. Ezorius: I... suppose so? At any rate, I can probably guess what you all just witnessed. It's not exactly my proudest moment, is it? Demo: Didn't look too fun, I'd have to agree. Ezorius: Well, I think I've stabilized enough from... whatever it was that happened to us. I think I can return you all back to the real world now. Is there anything you'd like to ask of me before I send you back? Rio: What about you? Are you just...stuck here now? Ezorius: I'm... not sure what will happen to me. I might rejoin with Collin, or maybe I'll communicate through the crystal now? R-Regardless, don't worry about me, little one. I'll find a way. Rio: B-but that's not fair!! You've already lost so much...

Rio’s just so kind and caring to everybody. it’s kinda weird writing like, purely pacifist characters, but I really do like her as a whole

also I guess I’m midkey salty one of my favorite gods wound up getting shafted this hard but I mean; if Demo’s any proof, can’t get worse than death; sooo...!!

Ezorius: I trust that you will not allow me to stay trapped inside a crystal, if it does come to that.

Firefly: Surely we can find out how to fix this! Somehow... Ezorius: I doubt you will be able to do much good inside here regardless, child. Is there anything else? XL: I think we're good. Ezorius: Then we shall speak again soon. Until then...

She holds her hands out to her sides and the group feels a strange tingling sensation for a moment before suddenly finding themselves right back where they were in the IT's console room. Demo: Boy, that sure did do nothin'. Well, where's the rest of your rainbow? Collin: I'm not sure, I-

The crystal in Collin's hand begins to glow again. As it does so, the ring around Collin's left arm slides up to the center of his bicep before stopping once more. The light soon engulfs the crystal and expands outward, causing it to drop out of Collin's hand. The light soon takes the form of a cloaked person before fading away, leaving Ezorius lying on her side in the floor. "... Uhh?" XL: Oh good, more magic shenanigans! Boy do I love this.

She tilts her head disapprovingly towards Silky, who is ignoring her. Ezorius groans quietly before sitting up, her hood almost sliding back but quickly caught by one hand that goes to the side of her head. She shakes her head and takes in her surroundings for a moment before speaking. ".... Wait, am I...?"

Demo: Looks like you're not in the rock anymore. Ezorius: This is... truly unexpected!

She hurriedly gets up onto her feet. "This raises so many questions and opens so many possibilities! Does this mean-"

As she starts to ramble, Collin puts his hands over his ears.

Collin: Ow ow ow, Ezorius! You're thinking everything you're saying and it's giving me some horrible feedback. Can you maybe stop using telepathy or whatever?

Ezorius: Oh, sorry! I suppose our telepathic link is still intact despite not occupying the same body. This- ... Wait. I.... I feel something. Demo: Emotional? Gassy? The Force? Ezorius: The wh- No, nevermind! I feel them... I can feel the others calling out to me! It's like a bunch of strings tied to my soul pulling in different directions!

Demo: Awesome, we have a magical GPS ghost! Ghost Phantom...Searcher... Ezorius: Please don't call me that. Demo: Right, well, you can find your friends either way, so this is like, the best possible lead we could have! Ezorius: Indeed! Now we just need to get to them all.

She steps over to the controls and begins hesitantly scanning over the different buttons, switches, and levers. "So, um... first we need to raise the anchor, right?" Rio: M-maybe I should do that part!

She heads over to the console.

honestly this arc isn’t bad, it’s just that it’s

A Lot

with 2ri tbh. the best way for me to describe it is like...being in a foggy beehive, and occasionally I can make the bees quiet down, but not really?

it’s a bad time tbh but literally only when Law’s around

I guess this is the problem with creating more characters to expand your cast but physically binding them to the only person with “consequences?” but at least once this is over with that won’t be a problem so I’m Sucking It Up

anyway! god scavenger hunt, woo

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shut-up-mila-blog · 7 years ago

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more than enough || millie

Featuring: Mila Kunis and Billie Joe Armstrong @ebpmpunk

Location: A bench in the plaza near the Sagrada Familia

Notes: Talking about the future.

Trigger warning: Happiness and cheese.

Mila: With her fingers intertwined with Billie's, Mila couldn't help but feel like everything was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The two of them had spent the better part of the day exploring, and Mila felt herself falling more and more in love with the city and everything in had to offer. And to be able to spend the time with Billie and /not/ have him busy with concert after concert and interview after interview, it was all a dream come true. They had time together to just exist. To just enjoy each other's company and forget the rest of the world for a bit. Walking down the sidewalk without plan or agenda, the two of them wandered in contented silence, occasionally commenting on some random event or thought, and on even rarer occasions were they stopped by anyone who recognized either of them. A few blocks away loomed a massive structure that Mila had read about, but had never seen in person. Staring up at the Sagrada Familia, tremendous even from where she and Billie were, Mila couldn't help but feel in complete and utter awe at the site of the catheral. She led Billie to a bench in a nearby park that faced the church which somehow seemed golden in the darkening skies. Glancing over to her boyfriend, the brunette felt her heart flutter inside her chest, happy to have him with her and still so completely in love with him. She kissed him softly before leaning against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "That church has always looked like a sort of ... melting sandcastle to me. It's weird, but... cool."

Billie: Ever since Green Day released Rev Rad it seemed as if Billie's life had revolved around that and only that. This trip to Barcelona was just... needed. In every way possible. Not only for his mental health but also just to have some down time with Mila. Something he didn't seem to get much of ever since his birthday. As the couple walked through the streets, Billie followed Mila's lead as they both sat on the bench facing the beautiful church. Feeling her lips against his, Billie let himself linger there a moment longer before pulling away and letting her rest her head against his chest. This was nice. Just them. No one bothering them, no crazy schedules, just a nice quiet moment of them, being them. "You know, I can see that. Imagine making this out of sand though? Tedious" He said with a chuckle as the pads of his fingertips gently grazed up and down her arm. "You know, thank you for dealing with my insane schedule. I know it can be hard."

Mila: Mila chuckled softly. "World's biggest sandcastle. Definitely would be a bitch to make." As Billie brushed his fingertips along her arms, Mila couldn't help but shiver and inch a bit closer to him. Turning her head so that she looked up at him, Mila stared into his beautiful green eyes, her heart seeming to tighten within her chest. "I love you. And I love that you love what you do." Mila leaned up and kissed him again, sweetly, but lovingly. "I just miss you. All the fucking time. But that's part of... the life we live, you know. I visit when I can. And you visit me on set. And one day your tour will end and you'll be able to come home." With a soft sigh, she reached for his free hand and played with his fingers. "I just, you know, hope that you don't forget me while you're on this tour. I mean, what... this tour goes on for another ten years, right? That's what it seems like. You might forget all about me while you're away." Mila smirked, her words teasing, but there was a kernel of truth behind it all. Not that she thought he would forget her, but the distance worried her. In her life, the saying that absence made the heart grow fonder was almost never, ever true. The smile on her face faltered a bit. "I just don't want you to stop loving me, you know?" Her words were barely audible. She stared down at Billie's hand as she continued to play with his fingers, unable to look him in the eyes at that moment.

Billie: Feeling her lips against his once more, Billie felt himself melt into her before she pulled away. He listened to her words carefully, processing each one as she spoke. Billie knew between all the travelling and constant back and forth, that this would take somewhat of a toll on Mila, whether she cared to admit it or not. But when she mentioned him having the chance to stop loving her, Billie shook his head. "I could never stop loving you. Do you have any idea how lucky I am to have you? How grateful I am for you for loving me and putting up with my crazy life? There is no one better than you. No one. I'm so insanely in love with you, Mila. That will never change. And I know me touring is hard, but I will always and forever put you and our kids first. No matter what" He told her, his emerald eyes locking on to hers.

Mila: She couldn't get enough of him. Now that they were here together without any worry about a show or party or interview, Mila couldn't bear to be apart from Billie for long. As she kissed him, her fingertips brushed against his cheek. She needed to feel him - to touch his skin, to feel his body pressed to hers. She continued to play with his fingers as she admitted her worries, albeit in a more light-hearted tone than she felt. But Billie caught on. After everything the two of them had gone through, Mila had trouble hiding anything from him. Too many years with words unspoken. Too many years of hidden feelings and pushing each other away. Now they were here. Together. And Mila couldn't bring herself to hide from Billie any longer. When he finally spoke, Mila chanced a glance up at him, studying his face as he calmed her fears. A small smile appeared on her lips, though she couldn't help the huff of laughter that escaped her lips when he told her that there was no one better than her. Oh, she was pretty sure she could come up with a small army of women who were better than she. But not better for Billie. No, in her heart of hearts, Mila knew that there was something special that existed between the two of them - something no other person could recreate. "I love you," she murmured, curling up against him once more, draping and arm across his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder. /I will always and forever put you and our kids first/, he had said. And for a few seconds, Mila allowed herself to think about a future with Billie and all that would entail. She stayed quiet for a minute. "You're /insanely/ in love with me?" She grinned, glancing up at him. "I think old age has made you soft," she teased. "What...do you... I mean... How do you..." Mila furrowed her brow, searching for the right words. "How do you see us... in the future?" Fuck. That was stupid. She was a fucking poet, she was. So eloquent. So thoughtful. Goddamnit.

Billie: Feeling her curl up against his body, Billie knew his words were reaching Mila. He didn't want her to have any doubt in her mind about them and their relationship. He wasn't going anywhere. Billie was the type of guy who stayed committed, no matter what. Hell he has been in the same band for 30 years now. If the rock star knew how to do anything, it was to stay true to one thing. And mila had his heart. "Me? Soft? Please. Only with you. To everyone else, I'm an asshole" he said with a laugh, knowing very wl that he left his asshole ways behind in the nineties. At her question about the future Billie exhaled as he let his gaze focus on the church in front of him. "Our future..." he mumbled under his breath as he thought about it for a few brief moments. "I see us together, naturally. But happier. A little more complete. I know for a fact that I want you forever. And hopefully, if you're okay with it, hopefully we can extend the Armstrong clan and have a few of our own." He said, finally shifting his gaze from the church to meet her eyes as he placed a kiss gently on her forehead.

Mila: Mila hated herself for her question - hated herself for the moment of being so stereotypically female, the girlfriend who wanted to talk about the future and everything in it. Scrunching up her nose after the bumbling question left her lips, the actress turned her eyes toward the tremendous church, over a hundred years old and still unfinished. She was about to hurriedly tell him that it didn't matter. That he shouldn't answer. She was about to tell him that whatever it was they had was enough for her and that they could take it one day at a time, but the words were silent upon her tongue. No. She wanted to know. Needed to know, perhaps. Mila sat there, curled up against Billie, and waited as he formed his thoughts. Whatever it was she had expected was not what she got from him. No, his answer was far better. Mila looked at him, her expression soft and devoid of any artifice or mask. He kissed her forehead and it felt like a new chapter of their lives had begun. In that moment, it felt like whatever connection existed between them was now solidified, reinforced a dozen times over. For whatever reason, this moment felt more real than any other before - no matter how may times Billie had said he wouldn't let her go, Mila had never fully believed it until now. Finally her lips curved into a large smile. "You sure you can handle forever with me, old man?" she teased, "That's a long fucking time." She rested her head on his shoulder. "The Armstrong clan definitely needs to grow. I mean, you can't really call it a 'clan' right now, can you? Your sons are adults. It's just you and Nova most days." She smiled to herself, looking out toward the church. "If we had our own kids, I'm pretty sure they'd be the coolest kids on the planet."

Billie: The rockstar laughed at her statement. "I rather forever than a few days, don't you agree?" He asked as he felt her head rest upon his chest. He listened to her words, a soft smile playing at his lips as she said the clan needed to grow. "Ah, can't say I agree with you on not being able to call it a clan anymore, babe. Even though they are adults, I'm still pretty close with them. My sons and I just started up a band with Tim Armstrong from Rancid called "Armstrongs" actually. They'll always be part of the clan. Hopefully Nova and Wyatt get into music too and be this huge super group" He said with a laugh before holding her closer to him. Them having their own kids. That was a vision Billie could see bright as day, honestly. "We would have the coolest kids. Though, I don't know if I'd be able to wait 9 months to start that with you. I'm pretty impatient" He said with a smile. "Not saying I don't want that. Because I do. But, what if, maybe we adopted as well?" He asked, not sure if she'd be into it or not.

Mila: Mila grinned, staring up at the church as Billie talked, unable to look at him only because she worried that she would either break down in tears or start making out with him in front of the whole world. She felt giddy and light. "I know you're still close to them, but they've been out doing their own thing. Plus I'm still not sure the four of you make up a clan," she teased, laughing to herself. "You're so fucking talented. Your whole damn family. It's disgusting how talented you are. ANOTHER band? Fucking christ, give the rest of the world a chance!" She pretended for a moment to be serious, her words dripping with appalled snark, but the smile reappeared only a moment later. "Yeah, Wyatt's probably inherited my complete lack of musical talent." Billie pulled her closer, and Mila breathed in deeply, letting herself completely melt into his arms. As Billie began to speak more about their future - about the family they might build one day - Mila found herself fidgeting with the fabric of his shirt almost as if she were worried what he might say. Though the man loved kids - adored them, even - she wasn't sure that he would ever want more kids. If there was one worry she had about their age difference, it was that. Billie might not want more kids. And Mila wouldn't blame him if that's how he felt. He'd raised two amazing sons, and was raising a little girl. He might not want to go through it all over again. But once more, his words surprised her. Mila looked at him, studying his face for a moment. She furrowed her brow and sat in silence for a minute, opening her mouth once to say something before closing it without uttering a word. "Wait... are you serious?" she finally asked. "Or are you kidding about adopting... and... having kids and all of that?" Mila sat up and turned to face him. "Would you actually want to adopt?"

Billie: The singer smiled at her words, lowering his head a bit. "I couldn't teach them sports, so I'm glad I could teach them the guitar and other instruments. I'll do the same for Wyatt, too. You never know what she might do" He said with a soft smile. As he felt Mila get up from his arms and look at him, Billie's emerald eyes locked on to hers as he let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, of course. I'd love to adopt and have more kids as a whole. I cam from a big family myself and I'd love to replicate that. Especially with you"

Mila: Mila stared at Billie, her heartbeat quickening as the weight of his words settled in. He spoke so easily, as if it were the most natural, right thing ever, but for the actress, it was still a shock to her. A wonderful one, yes. A dream of hers, definitely. But a shock nonetheless. "Let's do it. I'm serious. I've wanted another kid ever since I first had Wyatt. We can adopt. Find a little boy or girl who needs a good home, and we can adopt them." Her voice was thick as she reached for Billie's hand and began to play with his fingers, her eyes watering a bit. "And one day we can have our own. We'll just have a huge, crazy, insane clan of amazing kids." Mila grinned.

Billie: The frontman watched as Mila looked at him in amazement. He wondered why she was so shocked, but to him, this all just made sense. He loved her, with every fiber in him and he never planned on leaving her. Ever. She was it for him and that was it. He had every intention on marrying the woman next to him, but he obviously wouldn't talk to her about that. That, that would be a surprise. "Let's do it" He said as she finally spoke, his lips forming a smile. "I'd love to adopt a child who really needs it. One who could fit into our family seamlessly, one that we will love unconditionally. And yes, I want our own someday as well. The bigger the family, the better" He said before letting his lips meet hers for a brief moment. "I love you"

Mila: Wrapping her arms around his neck, Mila kissed Billie - the smile still on her lips. She looked at him for a second. "I love you too, fucker." Then she kissed him again, a bit deeper this time, before shifting and hugging him tightly. "I don't even know where we begin, but... I'm just... I'm excited. I just have this... cheesy fucking dream of us one day living in a big house with a bunch of kids. Our kids. Adopted kids. Nova and Wyatt. And your sons come to visit when they can. Big family Christmases that are just... fucking loud because there are so many people." Her voice barely broke at the end as she fell silent. Mila realized that she was getting the life she had desperately wanted for so long, but had always believed would be an impossibility. She had wanted it, but it wasn't her style, nor would it ever work alongside her job. And the one man she had always felt could be the exception was the one man she had started to give up on. But here they were, sitting together in Spain, talking about their future. "I love you. Forever."

#para:billie #{ holding on my heart like a hand grenade }

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bloojayoolie · 6 years ago

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Being Alone, Anaconda, and Andrew Bogut: Tyler Friendle, affectionate shy, sweet. Relaxed, low key gente wl sterting resme. TO BE KILLED - 8/16/2018 TYLER thought he had found his Happy Ever After back in April when he was adopted from the ACC. But he actually drew the short straw instead. Because only several months later he is back at the ACC and all because of human error. Seriously, read his notes. We are shaking our heads again at MLD. This boy deserved a family who would have protected him from “attack cats” and dogs who were out to pick a fight with him on walks. Where was the decompression, slow intros, and “redirection” that is the cornerstone of going out with your pet on walks? NOWHERE to be seen obviously, and now sweet, happy, gentle, affectionate TYLER is going to lose his life over their ineptitude. Tyler is a good boy who has a sterling resume of skills – perfectly housetrained, he knows commands, the list goes on. He was a friendly greeter of new people to the home, and he played gently with kids too. So he certainly didn’t deserve to be sent back to the shelter because his parent was clueless. Please help this boy out. He needs an experienced foster or adopter in an adult only home who can provide him the quiet structured “mean cat free” home he will need to find his sea legs again. He so deserves one. Some training on “drop it / leave it” will only make him more of a rock star than he already is. Hurry and PRIVATE MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance. TYLER, ID # 23483, @ 6 Yrs., 4 Mos. Old, 29.8 lbs. Manhattan ACC, Medium Mixed Breed, Black / Tan, Unaltered Male I came to the shelter as: A Return, July 31, 2018 Shelter Assessment Rating: New Hope Rescue Only Intake Behavior Rating: 2. BLUE AT RISK MEMO: Tyler is at risk due to medical and behavior concerns. Tyler has been diagnosed with Canine Infectious Respiratory Disease Complex which is contagious to other dogs. He also is available to our New Hope partners only due to bite history as well as fearful behavior shown in the care center. **Bite history** Yes, Tyler has twice bitten his owner. The first bite occurred when the cat in the home was hitting Tyler, Tyler attempted to bite the cat but the owner's leg got between them and Tyler bit that, breaking skin and requiring medical treatment. The second bite occurred when the owner got between him and a dog he was reacting to. The bite was to the owner's leg and broke skin. MLD NOTE REGARDING BITE HISTORY: Sounds like pet mismanagement (aka human error) to us! When you get in the middle of a dog or a cat fight, you just become another dog in the fight. Exercising proper pet management is essential in ANY home because dogs are not people, though we would like them to be. Separating pets in the home when not fully introduced or socialized, and if out on walks with your dog, “redirecting” when you see people and/or dogs coming towards you, is proper pet management. The above was NOT Tyler’s fault. It was their PARENT’s fault. INTAKE NOTES – DATE OF ORIGINAL INTAKE, 3/22/2018: Upon intake Tyler allowed all handling. He allowed being collared and having his picture taken. He attempted to hide behind a chair when approached and began giving whale eyes. He was timid but allowed being leashed and being placed inside of a kennel. OWNER SURRENDER NOTES – BASIC INFORMATION: Tyler is a roughly 6 year old medium sized dog whom was gotten from ACC and kept in the same home for about 4 months. Unfortunately due to a bite history he was unable to be kept. He previously lived with 1 adult. Around strangers, Tyler is described as friendly and gentle. Around children, Tyler is described as relaxed and plays gentle. Around dogs he is described as tolerant while off leash however while he on the leash he may become reactive towards other dogs. He normally plays gentle when comfortable with another dog. Tyler has been socialized with one cat and is described as tolerant. Tyler is described to have resource guarding issues with dog and people food. When it comes to his own dog food he will growl when attempting to touch. When it comes to people food Tyler will growl and snap when attempting to touch. Tyler has a previous bite history that is elaborated in a separate memo. He is housetrained and has a low energy level. Tyler will bark when the doorbell is rung, loves to eat out of the garbage can so a lid should be kept on it and isn't bothered with loud storms or fireworks. He has some resource guarding issues when it comes to his food, but isn't bothered with having his toys touched, being held or restrained, being brushed, pushed off of furniture or having his nails trimmed. He is afraid of bath time and will attempt to make a run for it but once inside he will sit tight and he will occasionally bark when unfamiliar people approach his home but isn't bothered when unfamiliar people approach his owner. He has never had any medical issues. For a New Family to Know: Tyler is described as friendly, affectionate, shy, pushy, somewhat excitable and independent. He enjoys playing fetch with stuffed animals, was being fed Royal Canin dry food 2 times a day and is considered very house trained. When left alone he will attempt to go into the garbage can. He knows the commands sit, come, stay and give paw. He was being walked 3 times a day, pulls very hard on leash and off leash Tyler would wander but come when he is called. SHELTER ASSESSMENT – DATE OF ASSESSMENT, 3/25/2018 Look: 2. Dog's eyes are averted, body posture is stiff and fearful, tail is low and not moving. Dog allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity:: 2. Dog stands still and accepts the touch, eyes are averted, tail is between legs, body stiff, mouth closed, lip long, ears likely back, may lip lick. Tag:: 1. Dog follows at the end of the leash, body soft. Paw squeeze 1:: 2. Dog quickly pulls back. Paw squeeze 2:: 2. Dog quickly pull back. Flank squeeze 1:: Item not conducted Flank squeeze 2:: Item not conducted Toy:: 1. Minimal interest in toy, dog may smell or lick, then turns away. Summary:: Tyler approached the assessor in the assessment room. During handling, he was a bit tense and trembling, but he allowed all handling. PLAYGROUP NOTES – DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: Summary (1):: 3/25: When introduced off leash to dogs Tyler actively keeps distance. Summary (2):: 3/28-31: Tyler keeps to himself and corrects play. INTAKE BEHAVIOR, Date of intake:: 3/22/2018. Summary:: Tyler attempted to hide behind a chair and was timid but allowed handling. MEDICAL BEHAVIOR, Date of initial:: 3/23/2018. Summary:: Tyler was tense but allowed handling. ENERGY LEVEL:: Tyler's previous owner described him as having a low level of activity. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),No cats. Recommendations comments:: No children: Due to Tyler's bite history, we recommend an adult only home. Potential challenges: : Resource guarding,Fearful,Multiple-bite history/risk of future aggression, On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration. Potential challenges comments:: Resource guarding: Tyler is reported to growl and snap when food his has that is high value is touched. We recommend that Tyler be left along while eating, and that food guarding behavior modification steps (available at ASPCApro.org) be utilized if this behavior is problematic in his future home. Nothing should ever be taken directly out of Tyler's mouth, and any time something is removed he should be rewarded with a high value treat or toy. He should be taught the "drop" cue and trade-up games. Fearful: Tyler is a bit fearful at the care center. It is important to always go slow and give Tyler the option to walk away from any social interaction. Tyler should never be forced to approach anything that he is uncomfortable with or to submit to petting or handling. It should always be Tyler’s choice to approach a new person or thing. Tyler would do best in an initially calm and quiet home environment and should be given time to acclimate to his new surroundings. On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration: Tyler is reported to be reactive to other dogs on leash, lunging, barking, and growling. He bit his owner when she got between him and the other dog. Tyler may need positive reinforcement, reward based training to teach him to look at you rather than other dogs. We recommend a front clip harness or head halter to help manage this behavior. Multiple-bite history/risk of future aggression: Tyler has bitten his owner twice when she got between him and an animal he was reacting to. Guidance from a professional trainer/behaviorist is recommended to assess behavior after decompression in a new home environment. Force-free, reward based training is advised when introducing or exposing Tyler to new and unfamiliar situations. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 03/23/2018 [DVM Intake] DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: +/- 6 years Microchip noted on Intake? no Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : Surrendered by owner because breaks into garbage Subjective: BAR Hydr wnl Observed Behavior - nervous but no problems completing exam and no signs of aggressions. Tried to squirm away when on table. Evidence of Cruelty seen - none observed Evidence of Trauma seen -none observed Objective T = 100.5 P = 148 R = wnl BCS 6/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: some wear on teeth PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, 2/6, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: MI multifocal circumscribed areas of raised pigment on scrotum w/ mild erythema dirffusely MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Assessment: hm r/o stress, metabolic, cardiogenic scrotum r/o chronic irritation, other Prognosis: guarded to good Plan: recheck hm to check if persistent/resolves 3/26/18 SURGERY: Temporary waiver due to hm 3/23/2018 SO reported by caretaker to have not eaten breakfast this AM. -QAR. Minor shaking in kennel. Seems very scared. -No nasal discharge, no coughing or sneezing. -Eyes are clear. no discharge. A apparently healthy fearful / anxious murmur - as reported on intake exam. did not auscult. P -continue to monitor P for anxiety as P seems very scared with new surroundings. -recheck murmur on 3/26. 03/23/2018 [Spay/Neuter Waiver - Medical Condition] Your newly adopted pet has been diagnosed with A HEART MURMUR and the staff veterinarians are issuing a temporary waiver from the spay/neuter requirements of the City of NY. Follow up care at your regular veterinarian is recommended to ensure continued treatment. Your veterinarian will advise you if surgical sterilization is appropriate. 03/26/2018 Recheck heart murmur noted on intake; reportedly has intermittent appetite, did not eat on 3/23 and again today S/O -BAR, energetic and friendly but a little anxious, allows handling -mm pk, moist -scant serous nasal discharge, no coughing or sneezing noted or reported -eupnic, clear lung sounds; grade III/IV heart murmur -soft abdomen A 1. Heart murmur 2. Inappetance-r/o behavioral vs early CIRDC vs other P -recommend cardiac work up after placement -monitor appetite 03/31/2018 SO noted to have a hacking sound when walking out on the leash with a potential adopter. P pulling significantly on leash. Otherwise eating and acting normally. EENT: Eyes clear, no nasal or ocular discharge noted. mild brown exudate AS. Oral Exam: mild dental calculus DC 2/5; PD 1/5 PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: Grade 3/6 L systolic murmur. NSR, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic; cough elicited when P pulling on leash ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: testicles present; smooth, symmetrical. MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: normal on visual exam. Assessment 3/6 L systolic heart murmur otitis externa dental calculus periodontal disease hack / cough only walk -- r/o 2nd to tracheal stress, CIRDC Plan: recheck in 1 day begin doxycycline 100mg tablets: Give 1.5 tablets PO q24h x 14days. rec cardio consult once placed ear cleaning, bilateral. mometamax - instill 4 drops AS q24h x7days. 4/01/2018 SO was reported to have coughed 3/31 during walk. No nasal discharge at that time. did not eat on 3/23, 3/26. Reported to cough on 4/1 but ate. BAR in kennel. Active and greeted at kennel door. Serous nasal discharge and sniffling during observation. No sneezing observed. A CIRDC P rec moving to ISO. Doxy cerenia P has been adopted. ok to go home with meds. 8/02/2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: Previously reported to be 6 years and 4 months - exam is consistent with 6-10 years Microchip noted on Intake? Scanned POSITIVE Microchip Number (If Applicable): 981020025259507 History : Surrendered due to redirection of aggression towards other animals, and biting people Subjective: Alert, walks well on leash Observed Behavior - Slightly restrained and tense, but allows all handling. Muzzled as a precaution due to bite hx. Evidence of Cruelty seen - None Evidence of Trauma seen - None Objective BAR-H, MMs pink and moist, BCS 5/9 EENT: Mild mucoid ocular discharge and conjunctival erythema OU. Ears clean, no nasal discharge noted. Oral Exam: Not performed due to muzzle PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: Grade 3/6 systolic heart murmur, PMI left side. NSR. Lungs clear, eupnic, no coughing or sneezing. ABD: Soft, non painful, no masses palpated, not distended. U/G: Male intact, testicles S/S MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: Normal externally Assessment: 1. Heart murmur 2. Conjunctivitis - R/O allergic Prognosis: Good-fair Plan: 1. TAB-HC OU BID x7 days 2. Recommend cardio consult after placement SURGERY: Permanent waiver due to heart murmur 1088 8/09/2018 SO BAR in kennel. Actively greets at kennel front. EENT -- sneezing and serous nasal discharge during observation . A CIRDC P doxycycline 100mg tablet -- Give 1.5 tablet PO q24h x 14 days Cerenia 16mg tablet -- give 0.5 tablet PO q24h x 4 days 15/08/2018 CIRDC resolved * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * TYLER IS RESCUE ONLY! You must PRIVATE MESSAGE our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance with fostering or adopting him. He cannot be reserved on the ACC ARL online list, nor can he be direct adopted at the shelter. If you would like to adopt a dog on our “To Be Killed” list, and you CAN get to the shelter in person to complete the adoption process *within 48 hours of reserve*, you can reserve the dog online until noon on the day they are scheduled to die. We have provided the Brooklyn, Staten Island and Manhattan information below. Adoption hours at these facilities is Noon – 8:00 p.m. (6:30 on weekends) HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction Animal Care Centers of NYC (ACC) nycacc.org HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email [email protected] Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309

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whosebody · 7 years ago

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Well here I am, seven weeks out. I have lost 81 pounds from my highest ever weight, and 41 pounds from my surgery date. I am currently in some kind of stall/plateau, but at least I broke the 300 pound barrier before that happened.

I think a lot of what I lost was water. I had a lot of edema in my legs before all this started, and now I have almost none. My shoes are loose. My super-expensive compression socks are not so compress-y. Most of my rings are loose. I moved some of these to fatter fingers, and ordered a cheap temp wedding band to wear until something stabilizes. Too bad I can’t do that with shoes!

My fat man t-shirts hang past my shorts, but I love them and plan to wear them until they fall off or are half-past rags. My shorts still fit, all but one pair, because they are elastic and were too tight anyway. Of course that one pair is my absolute mostest favorite. My underwear is still hanging in there, but honestly quite a few of them were too small as well.

I feel cranky about the number of friends, relatives, and acquaintances who are circling like vultures hoping to make off with my clothes. Mostly because the sheer numbers require me to decide who to give things to, and I don’t want to pick and choose. I’d rather cart everything to goodwill and let capitalism do its job.

One lesson I’ve learned here is never save things! I am still saving a suit and a pair of dress shoes, for however long they fit, for funerals and job interviews (heaven forbid I should ever have to use it for either thing). But other than that, if I love it, I’m wearing it! All these nice clothes that I saved for some day, and now I’m nursing a migraine because I have to figure out who needs them more. If I had worn them out, this would not even be an issue. The shoes I love would be all worn out instead of like new and flopping around on my feet.

I had bought these fancy dessert plates to eat off of because they say we should eat off small plates to make the food look like more.

They are flowery and girly and utterly unlike me, but I love them ridiculously so of course I didn’t want to use them, but I did, and then I broke one by dropping it in the sink. I froze for days, afraid to touch these plates again. But you know what? I bought them to use and enjoy. I got them at goodwill, for dog’s sake. I am going to use them until every single one is ceramic dust in the landfill.

Use it. Use it up. Wear it out! It is more of a waste to leave it for my kids to send back to goodwill when I die than for me to wring every drop of use and enjoyment out of it while I am alive.

This is my new philosophy. Wear the shoes you love. Don’t save them for a later that might not come.

The high point of a given day should not be finding a coupon in the cat chow bag--even though that is pretty cool. Enjoy that, too.

You know what else I didn’t do? I didn’t try to glue that plate back together and keep using it. I thought about a quote by Tupac and threw that plate in the trash.

Here’s the quote:

“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.”

My pieces were in the sink, and even if they were on the floor I wouldn’t leave them there for people and critters to step on and bleed, but the point remains the same. It was a plate. Clean it up and keep living. Get over it.

So that is a major change besides my weight.

At my one-week follow up they took out the JP drain. Goodbye you hateful piece of shit, how I hated you. That is the only wound that still has a scab. Ugh, it grosses me out so much.

At my one-month follow up we mostly discussed food. Like, everything tastes foul and I’ve begun occasionally vomiting. The PA, a fella this time, told me that is typical for this stage in the healing process. Tissues apparently thicken, and some people begin having trouble swallowing. This was two days after a pill got stuck and I had my first encounter with “the foamies.”

I have issues with mucous. I can’t even discuss them for any length of time without gagging and vomiting, never could. When the pill got stuck--a (half a) metformin, of course--and all this slime started arriving to grease it free, I thought I would die. The slime was worse than the pain, and the pain was considerable, which is to say I felt like I had been shot.

It has happened quite a few times since then. It is so miserable, ugh. I am unhappy and uncomfortable a lot. The PA said it’s normal and the next two months would be rough and to ride it out. To back off on my diet and give my stomach a rest when I need to. And to call if the vomiting gets persistent. It’s happening twice or four times a week, so I’m not sure if that’s persistent. It occasionally interferes with my ability to take my medication, but do I need metformin if I had nothing to eat? I’m thinking not. I think not being able to keep down the disolvable calcium and vitamin Ds is going to be more of an issue long term.

I’m also feeling weak and tired most of the time. I get dizzy if I bend over. I’m watching my blood pressure, and have stopped taking the amlodipine (it’s a throat-sticker anyway) and one of the two losartan hctz. I didn’t consult my primary before doing this because, frankly, I’m afraid he’ll want an appointment. I feel very much interfered with all the time, and I just don’t want any more appointments all the time.

I quit trying to take the huge statin also. I’d need to run over that sucker with my car to grind it down far enough to swallow.

Another change we went through around here, unrelated to #wls, is Tom changed jobs. He hung on at the old one until my surgery was over because his old company’s insurance covered it and the new company excludes it. I’m very nervous about this because if I have any complications, the new insurance won’t cover that either.

He also had cataract surgery. I felt a little resentful of how soon he scheduled it after mine. I’ve had cataract surgery also, so I know a person wants to see for crying out loud, but I didn’t feel like I had time to get my feet back under me before I was expected to slip into the exhausting role of caretaker (and chauffeur).

Honestly, I’m still not up to it, and he’s already back to normal, although he hasn’t had his new spectacles cut. It’s still too soon for that.

I forgot to mention, during my one-month follow up the PA released me to try any food “as tolerated” although, as I’ve mentioned, I haven’t tolerated much. He also released me from physical restrictions. I was allowed to vacuum again...during Shark Week. That amused me greatly, since I have a Shark vacuum. I was glad too, because the housework help around here was not all I had been promised it would be.

Today I am exhausted and run down. Yesterday was a foamy day, ugh. And for the last two days I have had cramps in my left leg. I need to do some laundry, which will involve climbing up and down the stairs somehow hopefully, but I am a little worried about not making it due to the cramps and weakness. Some days I am so weak I can’t make it up a curb. I still try though. But I will be so glad to get to the end of the three months and start feeling better.

I really wonder how people with small children and/or jobs manage. But they do, and presumably I can too. Because I have shoes and pretty flowered plates and problem solving skillz. Look out, world. I’m feeling like onion soup with protein powder.

#wls #rny #gastric bypass surgery #my life

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