#bird is soap’s chew toy

[spidehpig]

nothing funnier to me than soap being so so mean with bird. just absolutely mauled her and ruined her pussy earlier when he got home. just for bird to walk past the master bedroom an hour later and see ghost mauling and bitching soap while soap moans and begs like a common whore

[cherie-doll]

☾ Headcanon: COD Men As Werewolves

⨯ Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

His breathing becomes ragged, hot breath fogging the clouded reflection in the mirror. His body trembles and his knuckles turn white as he grasps the mirror edges. His mind blurs as he tries to concentrate on his image in the mirror, with each pounding heartbeat, his pain grows unbearable.

He could feel the fur prick through his skin as it covered his body, a set of sharp teeth grew, and pointed claws broke through the pads of his fingers. His gaze became unclear, turning into something less than human before he lost all focus.

Ghost

He for some reason gets a lot of scars and scratches from accidentally clawing at himself

He hasn't been a werewolf for long so he's still getting used to it just like you are

You treat his injuries yourself because you can never decide whether you should take him to the doctor or the veterinarian

Soap

You find him acting odd, like truly doing the weirdest things. But when is he ever normal?

That new chewing toy you bought for your puppy? Suddenly you find Johnny with it in the living room gnawing on it, at least it's not your furniture

Will randomly lick/affectionately bite you

Dude imagine how cool he looks in his werewolf form with his mohawk

Gaz

Kyle absolutely despises being a werewolf in summer, you can always be sure to find him soaking in the bathtub all day

You both sleep with a fan in summer, just sleeping next to him makes you feel the heat radiating off of him, you can't even imagine how he must feel :(

But it's an advantage in fall and winter, practically turns into your personal heater in winter, just cuddling together the entire time, and since he bought the best conditioner for his fur it's so soft

Roach

Loves you stroking his ears and tail, gets highly sensitive with his tail

He frequently runs off for days and when he comes back he always brings something for you

You don't want to hurt his feelings so you have to pretend that the dead bird he brought you is the best gift you've ever received whilst he watches, tail wagging and seemingly content :(

Alejandro

Imagine how much hair would be on his chest ૮꒰´ ཀ ྀི꒱ა

Sheds everywhere

You have to help him shave it because the amount of thick hair he grows is insane and even gets in the way sometimes

He'll be getting it stuck in zippers, tangling it even more when he tries to cut it with scissors

Completely gives up wearing clothes and just stays inside the entire time because he overheats with clothes on

Phillip Graves

He gets territorial and stays lurking near the house, the mailman can't even come near to deliver the mail

Bares his teeth and being downright mean so you can't have anyone over but turns soft for you

And when he gets hungry you make him eat outside, you can’t stand watching him eat raw meat or making a mess inside

Keegan

Likes scaring the living daylights out of you

Sometimes it's easy to forget your boyfriend is a werewolf when he doesn't tell you exactly when he transforms

He laughs seeing your sleepy eyes widen in surprise when you wake up to a beast in your bed

He stalks around at night scaring kids too, loves scaring the little shits knowing no one is going to believe them if they ever told

König

He's strong but imagine how much stronger König becomes when he transforms

It sounds hot but also imagine how much of an inconvenience it is for him

He's constantly breaking doors when pushing/pulling on them, breaking chairs, can't get a single pair of pants or shirt on without it ripping

Horangi

Likes to tease you by biting or nipping at your skin, especially in sensitive areas like your neck, chest and thighs

His nighttime activity increases, when you wake up in the middle of the night to find his side of the bed cold and empty, you open the Find My app to track him and find that he decided to take a walk around town and even went out to eat

Sometimes you accompany him but it's almost every night he does it and you can't keep up

Nikto

He's actually really gentle as a werewolf

Although you're used to his big body weighing down on you

Since his claws grow out he has you filing them down and clipping them, as a joke you sometimes paint them and he has to go around looking like a menace until someone sees his hot pink nails

Is very protective of you, like a lot more

Won't let you go anywhere by yourself, especially at night and is by your side 24/7

[flock-talk]

Are your birds trained to go to the bathroom in their cages or do they go wherever in their bird room? Also, how do you deep clean their toys and room ?

They can go anywhere in the room, it’s designed to be easy clean so it’s not really a concern if they poop all over the place in there. I just arrange the ropes/perches so there’s always a clear walkway through the room that won’t have poop on it.

Intense deep cleaning depends on the type of toy, soft woods and dyed ones that can’t be soaked get wiped with really hot water + vinegar. Ropes and hard woods get soaked in scalding water and vinegar. Both get scrubbed then left in the sun for UV sterilization. Things that don’t get chewed on like the walls and floors get soaked and scrubbed with a mrs. Meyers all purpose cleaner. Things that are Too Large to be carried up and down the stairs (the large branches mostly) get scrubbed with vinegar, the cages usually just need a wipe down but if there’s bits stuck in the cracks they’ll get taken outside and power washed prior to a wipe with mrs. Meyers cleaners. Food bowls and bathtubs get soaked in scalding water with a little dish soap.

I try to use cleaners that will kill the most bacteria (mrs.meyers) but for items that spend a lot of time in a bird’s mouth I like to err on the side of caution and use something that 100% can be ingested (vinegar). A balance between the absolute safest option and the thing that’s actually going to clean things properly. Everything gets rinsed out and dried thoroughly before being placed back in the room.

[nourahhseo]

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[youngerraven]

Avian therians and chewing habits:

Chewing habits including all breeds of birds,no matter: they are predators, or singing birds. Starting from budgies and going to the owls, many feathered have such habits. I’ve never saw kinda that topic in avian kin community.

Chewing some things can help with shifting and getting closer to ur theriotype.

It’s important to get right stuff for such actions.

Best thing are items which made from:

•wood.

•chewing-friendly silicone.

•soft plastic.

Toys mustn’t be made from toxic materials or painted with toxic chemicals.

1. U can find toys of good quality in kid’s stores (also we’ve got some small businesses that making such stuff individually, so there a dig choosing in forms,colours,materials).

2. Some good stuff can be bought in pet stores, but be careful while choosing toy. Don’t take ones which made from rough materials.

3. Also u can find them in gear stores. They have good chewing necklaces, they not very expensive and very practical.

My best experience was with kid’s one. It was made on my purpose and by own design.

Look after for chewing toy:

•wash it by the ending of day with dishwashing soap or gel under warm water.

•before first using stem it.

•keep in clear bag/box etc. while not using it.

That’s all my friends, hope some of u it’ll help or give an idea ^v^

[rrazor]

lactose | o. tooru, i. hajime, m. issei, h. takahiro

tags: nsfw (group)

>> (04:37) r u done >> (04:37) emergency >> (04:37) pls come back asap >> (04:38) u aren’t gonna believe this

slipping your phone back into your pocket, frown on your face, you glance over at the boba shop worker putting your order together.

“thank you so much!” you grab the bag and shift it in your hands.

he smiles. “have a good day!”

you return the polite sentiment and rush back to your place, doing your best to not jostle the bag too much.

“hello?” you call, breathing a little too heavily, setting down the bag on the living room’s coffee table.

your sister spots you and calls your name.

“hey, what’s—?”

walking along behind her are your fellow third years, looking up, yes up, at you with glittery doe eyes, mochi-like cheeks and itty bitty statures to match.

“what the fu—.”

“zip it.”

you clamp your mouth shut.

“kya!” tooru, all fluffy hair and soft skin, runs up to your legs, giving them a tight hug. hajime, not wanting to be beaten, runs up too, rubbing his cheek against them.

“hey,” you laugh softly, squatting down to hug them both.

takahiro eyes sparkle and makes his way to you too with issei a teensy step behind. you give them all a big hug before looking up at your sister again.

“what happened here?”

“the whiny one was sharing some handmade cookies a fan of his made.”

“you mean tooru? did you eat any?”

she nods. “they were pretty good actually. but only the guys got hit.”

you look at them again, all soft smiles in your arms. you know that if kyoutani was here, he’d mutter “good” and then walk away. you almost snort aloud at the thought.

“ouh!” takahiro chirps, pointing up at the bag on the table.

“well, i guess we might as well feed them,” you laugh. your sister unpacks the drinks and grabs hers as you help the babies get their drinks set up in front of them. it’s kinda funny and ridiculously cute—the drinks are half their size when usually, the cups would look small in their large hands.

“i gotta head over to kii-chain’s house for a group project. will you be okay on your own?”

“probably?”

she nods and heads out the door but not before reminding you to text her in case something comes up.

there goes your afternoon of studying.

takahiro stands up in front of his drink as you hold it for him. he dips in his head to take a sip and you wanna cry-laugh at how his little arms are angled back behind him as his tiny lips form the cutest pout.

“mm!!” he hums, chewing at the pearls, eyes closed in satisfaction. you laugh, kissing his cheek. he giggles and puts his tiny hands on his cheeks and you can’t help but think he looks like a little peach.

hajime pulls on your sleeve. “buu?”

you insert his straw for him and bring him onto your left thigh as he holds onto the cup and sips away, looking up at you silently with glittery eyes as he does. you hum, kissing him on his right cheek. “the aloe tastes good, doesn’t it?”

“num!” he nods, smiling at you. ah, the world’s cutest porcupine.

issei crawls in between your legs and plops himself down, looking up at you. you smile and steady takahiro on your right first—he’s still leaning up and down, drinking like a bird toy. you grab issei’s boba and bring it down in front of him, angling the straw towards his pout.

“you want some? it’s good, sweetie.”

he nods, blushing slightly as he holds onto the drink with his tiny hands, taking a sip and looking you in the eye as he does so.

“good?”

“poo,” he mumbles with a soft smile.

you bite your tongue to keep yourself from laughing and kiss his forehead instead. you tickle his chin, loving the little laughs tumbling out of his lips.

“humnnn!!” tooru thrashes his arms, patting your shin. his pretty forehead creased with how you were ignoring him.

“tooru, this one’s yours.” you set his drink in front of him and tooru grabs it and scoots in closer to issei, forcing you to widen the space between your legs.

you steady takahiro to your right and help him sit down, not wanting to topple over him.

“nn?” he looks at you.

brushing through his short bangs, you smile at him. “sitting, okay?”

he nods, matching your smile before going back to sipping at his boba.

“fuu!” tooru pouts, patting at your chest in protest.

“okay, okay, what is it, your highness?”

you pick up his drink and urge him to drink, hoping it smoothes the frown lines on his forehead. it does—roasted milk tea and black sugar bringing a soft smile on his face.

“weehee!”

you huff a laugh at the sound, brushing through his soft bouncy hair.

“aum?” takahiro points to your drink left on the coffee table.

“s’okay. i’ll just have it later.”

he hums as you pat at his head.

but, what were you going to do now? you look at all of them. hard to say, really. the history textbooks didn’t have any example contingency strategies on situations like this and neither do you so the internal thought process ends there because there’s no point really thinking about it at this point.

takahiro is the first to have his fill of his sweet drink. leaving his drink on the floor, he turns around to cuddle into your chest. you rub at his back and pat his chest, burping him just in case he needed it. issei is next. he curls himself into you as you bring your hand around his back. before long, tooru pops off his straw and exhales in satisfaction. he scooches next to issei and buries his head in your chest too. and finally: “fuu,” hajime exhales. he lets go of his drink and it starts its fall onto the floor, but you grab it in time, sighing in relief.

hajime nuzzles his head into your chest and you swoon at all the affection they’re giving you. you fawn over them and can’t resist the temptation of kissing their little hair whorls.

“hyeh?” takahiro looks up, hands on his head. tooru thinks it tickles and coos. issei and hajime knock heads as they look up at you.

“oh!” you rub their foreheads and leave kisses on them to circumvent any tears. they look at each other and blush.

“un!” tooru begs, making grabby hands up at you.

so you spend the next little while tickling and lavishing affection on the little ones, relishing in their coos and giggles, cheeks pink and broad smiles on their faces before a thought pops into your head.

“do you guys want popcorn?”

the babies immediately look up at you with a sharp glimmer in their eyes. you get up after setting the hajime on the floor and grab the large bag of popcorn from your kitchen cabinets.

“pop! pop!” takahiro chirps.

“pop!” tooru giggles.

everyone’s given their own mini mountain of popcorn. tooru squeals in glee, soft brown curls bouncing with the motion. he picks up a handful and drops it in yours.

“pop! pop!” he babbles.

“nm!” issei does the same with hajime and takahiro following along. it spills and ends up all over your lap.

“oh, thank you!”

as the boys eat with the popcorn, you clean up the mess of notes and textbooks on the table, not wanting them to get dirty or stained. your exams are still next week, so it was fine, right? right?

a piece of popcorn lands on the table. you turn around to see them throwing it at each other—takahiro and tooru use it as projectiles while issei and hajime are trying to throw them into each other’s mouth.

“bwah!” takahiro kicks his leg back to throw and ends up knocking over his drink. luckily, you manage to catch it, sighing in relief once more as you set it on the table.

unfortunately, this time, relief doesn’t last long because tooru tips his over and spills it, soaking the leg of your pants and getting it over hajime, who’s sitting on the floor. his pants seep the liquid in and he starts sniffling at the cold sensation.

tooru starts crying too after seeing the aftermath of his fumble, wailing as tears stream over his cheeks.

“oh!” you pull tooru onto the couch, where he pushes his face into the arm rest and bawls. takahiro and issei are ushered over to another spot on the floor as you pick up hajime. his little hands tighten into fists in your shirt as he does his best to not cry. soft sobs slip out of his wobbling lower lip as you stand up and pat at his back.

“hey, we’ll go and get you cleaned up, okay?”

“mm?” issei looks up at you, pouting at the thought of being left behind. takahiro comes to grab you too and tooru looks up from the couch, fat tears swimming in his pretty eyes. the look of fear on their faces and the thought of leaving them here alone doesn’t settle well in your stomach so you decide to just bathe all of them.

“let’s all go together?”

“mm!” takahiro nods.

you look over at tooru, beckoning him over. “you too, tooru.”

he smiles a little and bumbles over to you.

you somehow manage to get all of them into the washroom, running the water immediately, waiting for the hot water as you strip the babies of their clothes.

“wrr,” takahiro mumbles.

“you’ll be warm soon enough,” you soothe.

you plug the tub and adjust the water’s temperature as it begins to fill up. tooru and hajime sniffle as they sit down. issei pats at the water’s surface, giggling. you’re glad none of them are afraid of the water.

“hajime, tooru,” you coo, patting at the water with issei. “it’s fun you see?”

hajime mimics you and starts babbling in excitement. tooru follows soon after. with the water up to their ribs, the boys start playing in the water, having forgotten about the crying.

“oh, thank god,” you sigh, wiping at your forehead.

“pish, pish!” issei splashes himself with the water, a cute smile on his face. you giggle softly and cup his cheek, thumb brushing his soft little eyebrows.

“having fun?”

he coos.

you grab your hypoallergenic, sensitive skin body soap; takahiro’s sensitive skin didn’t handle fragrances nor sulfates well. you lather it into a towel and bend over the tub to clean hajime first.

“kya!” tooru giggles and splashes the water, getting it all over you.

“hey, tooru!” you bring up your arm to block his attacks, but it’s all in vain when the others, including hajime, gang up on you.

“guys!”

doing your best to block the water, you grab the shower head and turn on the water, splashing them in their little faces.

“pwah!” hajime sputters.

“pbbbt!” takahiro shakes his head.

tooru laughs and pats at his cheeks in delight and issei coos at the sheer fun of it all. you laugh along with them, brushing the water off your face and wringing your t-shirt.

“c’mon, let’s get back—.”

a cloud of smoke envelopes the entirety of the bathroom, leaving you coughing as you try to fan it away.

issei raises a brow. “oh?”

you open your eyes. cramped into the bathtub are the four of them in their original sizes, looking at you. “oh,” you say, thoughts escaping you. “well, that was quick.”

tooru pushes his bangs back. “and what were you doing?” he trills.

you roll your eyes. “well, someone just had to spill their bubble tea all over my living room floor.”

takahiro snickers, climbing out of the tub and you close your eyes and huff, turning your chin away and doing your best to act indifferent towards his nude, muscular physique. the other three follow him out and soon, you’re surrounded by a cage of muscle and oozing sex appeal.

you pout, blush high on your cheeks as your thighs clench together. it should be illegal for them to look that good. “what are you guys doing?”

“taking care of you,” hajime states nonchalantly, stripping you of your track pants and panties, throwing them to the side before propping your legs over his thighs. your shirt and bra quickly follow suit.

“wh—?” did they retain their memories? but your thoughts are cut off with a breathy gasp as hajime trails a finger over your folds before promptly eating you out.

takahiro smirks at your cute reaction before seeing the bottle of body soap on the bathroom floor.

“you use this stuff?”

you swallow, leaning back into issei’s broad chest as he gropes your breasts and tweaks your nipples. “well—shit—you’re allergic to all the other stuff, so—!”

takahiro hums, heart thrumming with your endearing consideration for him. he brings your hand up to kiss at the back of your hand. “thanks, princess.”

tooru chuckles, eyeing all the skincare products he’s left on your bathroom counter. “you’re such a good girl,” he coos, bringing you in for a kiss.

“isn’t she?” issei drawls lowly next to your ear as you whimper into oikawa’s mouth, remembering the pile of his clothes in your closet.

“fucking sweet pussy, too,” hajime grunts, sucking on your clit, trying to match the effort you put into massaging his sore muscles after each practice.

your breath hitches and tooru gladly swallows all of your moans. you can feel issei grind up against your back and when you pull back to breathe, all the air is taken from you with the way they’re looking at you.

“well then,” oikawa smirks. “let’s get started, pretty girl.”

[ambrial-blog]

My Devoted Guardian: All Hell Breaks Loose  Part 4:

The scarlet imp smacks into his chest, temporally winding the cowboy, it isn't long before the snake imp is on top of him, wrestling him to the ground, binding his wrists behind his back and dragging him by his feet back into the three bedroom apartment. His fork-tongue flicking out as he drags Blitzo down the narrow corridor and into the bathroom and shuts the door.

Striker pulls off his boots and throws the into the corner. Draping Blitzo over the lip of the tub filling the tub with scolding hot water: the steam rises up tickling  his nose as Blitzo continues to struggle.  

The Outlaw's tail constricts around Blitzo's legs rendering the imp immobile, the Cowboy stand behind him in nothing but his shorts: which were black and tight seemingly painted on.

" I was a fool for trusting you!, you realize what we hand during the harvest moon festival was nothing but for show!  It was a one night only performance Cowboy, you've should've seen your dipshit face! Blitzo cackles.  

"Hmm, I'm not the one tied up, Blitzy you've better watch your mouth darlin, before I shove a bar of soap down that pretty little throat of yours" The Serpent purrs.

"A distraction which I welcomed, sugar-cube, while you were gloating I was plotting my next move. "you left the prince unguarded anything could happen to him now and do you think that I'm the only one gunning for that flighty bird?" "What better way to defeat an adversary then sully the name of his love interest"

"you just need a little coaxing, and that ditsy blueblood will be a thing of the past" "That night, if I recall you were my private wet dream come to life, I rode you all night despite the prince getting away. I had you screaming my name as I thrusted deep within you"

"You might've thought I went away empty handed, but I didn't I slipped away knowing I claimed you and I will claim you again if I have to" he says nipping Blitzo's neck to prove a point.

"Its time to cool off, sugar-cube I'm not letting you get away this time"  "Tonight, you've got your own Cowboy to keep ya entertained. "The more you smell like me, the better off you'll be" "Then Loan me your cologne! and back the fuck off snarls Blitzo not liking how close Striker was getting.

"Now I have to wash the stench of blueblood off of ya,  before presenting you to Stella" if she catches a whiff of her husband on ya, she shred ya to pieces.

Blitzo groans feeling Striker's knee press into his spine, the snake imp  grips Blitzo by the back of the neck and slams his head into the porcelain tub. Blitzo cries out in pain, but Striker is behind him, kneeling on his legs.  

But that wasn't all he felt poking him in the back, icy dread settles into his stomach as the Wrangler continued to toy with him.  Creating shallow cuts, and Knicks slicing into his skin crating long shallow cuts. Blood pooled around him, and Striker didn't even flinch. The cuts would burn upon impact.  the peach-skinned imp held his head. As Blitzo's vision blurred. "I must've mated ya real good partner, heard the midguts chewing your ass about our little romp in the sheets. ya even told the hellhound of yours, she could drive. "must've made one Hellvua first impression. "Did you tell Stolas about us?. didn't think so"  

"Truth is darlin you've been fighting me since the moment you submitted, you've been lying to yourself ignoring your own instincts to mate. Pushing away anyone who gets close to ya" "Your body craves my touch every inch of you is burning for me and yet her you are pursuing Stolas! "Open your eyes! Bossman, I thought he was some sort of transactional fuck toy, something to Aleve your aggression and here you are taking him out on dates! "Your spoken for! or have you forgotten!" "Your the same.. same as him,  I fuck you to protect Stolas and-"

"He left ya, he has a family to take care of I'm not letting you sell yourself cheap! I am here to collect you!  you could be happy, leave all this behind. "We could start a family, just let him go"

The Business agreement is over, Striker says submerging Blitzo into the blistering waters. The Boss imp splutters water as Striker continues to dunk him. Blitzo arms are wrapped around Striker's muscular arm.

"And I'll keep fighting the urge you fucking bastard!"  Blitzo cries out. "I don't care how much pain I am in, its nothing compared to tonight" Striker growls punching Blitzo across the face. Pulling Blitzo up out of the tub peeling back his wet jacket and running his claws  down the Boss imp's neck.

"If its pain ya want Boss, I can oblige ya"

Blitzo cries out in pain as Striker runs his claws down his neck creating small rivulets of blood which the snake imp chases with his mouth. the hot copper against his forked tongue sent a jolt of pleasure down Striker's spine. "I'll fight you with everything I have" Blitzo says, breathlessly panting. Shivering as Striker unclasps  his belt. Blitzo shrinks into a ball. continuing to struggle as Striker pulled down his pants, Blitzo's knees buckle out from underneath him  as Striker grips him. "I could fill ya up real good partner, make ya feel real nice" the sound of his voice was like dark honey.  Blitzo knew was in trouble.

He could feel Striker's member glide across the mounds of his ass.

The scarlet imp whimpers pitifully a sharp whine in his voice.  The friction was intense: Blitzo's blood burns with need. A coil of lust sinks into his abdomen. Striker was driving him wild.

"Striker!  ST-stop this!"

Blitzo screams as Striker shoves his full length into his ass. he could feel Striker's teeth graze across his skin as the cowboy continues to thrust. Blitzo's screams falling upon deaf ears.  And then it was back into the water: Striker had torn  away  from Blitzo, harshly forcing  Blitzo to his knees. Each thrust was more aggressive then the last.

Blitzo gripped the tub, trying to keep his head afloat. the hot water: was torture.  By the time Striker was finished with Blitzo the water had turned tepid.  

The Boss imp groans, his eyes opening squinting through the harsh lighting of the bathroom  his head flops to the side as he watches as Striker rummages through the cupboards. His mind was jumbled. "It was just one night, one meaningless night"  

"how could things have gotten so out of control" "My body hurts, it hurts to think"

"I thought you were the one, the one who could see through me and know- but all you want is your contract. "Your talk of being mates, of having my back its all for show, your nothing but hollow promises  and one-night stands, you talk about being with my own kind, don't mingle with  the Goeita."   "You don't own me, I'm not a plaything!" Blitzo thought. his head throbbing with pain.

"Hey dipshit! Blitzo chokes out. "Whatever your looking for is long gone, trust me"

Just to spite him, Striker shook a few bottles.  "Pick your poison Blitzy"

"Please Striker you've made your point, I won't stray!" Blitzo cries.

Blitzo winces as Striker straddles him. He grips Blitzy by the horn and jerks back his head.

"No! NO! keep that thing away from me!" Striker please!"

Blitzo shrinks away with an auditable whimper,  its too late he hisses feeling the pinpricks pinch his neck.  Suddenly everything went black.

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Striker pulls back, emptying a syringe of mixture of  rohypnol and Ketamine  into Blitzo's neck. "If this is the only way you will be with me, then you leave me with no choice.  I'll take care of ya sugar-cube. now lets finish getting you cleaned up. "I want ya to look nice if we play our cards right than miss Stella might even hook ya up in her country estate"

[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lives Ch 38 Pt 2

With the kids in bed, himself freshly showered, he brought the teapot and cups into her office and shut the door. He wasn’t sure if there would be raised voices, but just in case he’d seclude them away until they were done. Pouring her a cup he sat on the edge of her desk, the stroke along her hand jolting her out of lawyer land, a soft smirk tugging his lips. He’d never get over how beautiful she was, wicked smart and beautiful.

She looked at him, the tea in his hand and prepared herself for the argument she knew was coming. The fight he had every right to lay at her feet. She stayed silent, prepared to let him rage at her for placing herself in that kind of danger.

“I want to be so angry with you.” He said softly after a moment. “For putting yourself in that position, for not coming back upstairs with the kids. I want to rage at you for scaring fifty years off my life when I saw him hit you.” His knuckles grazed her cheek, the bruise already blooming. “But I can’t.” He said shaking his head. “I can’t because you were doing what you thought was right, with the split second you had to make the decision to keep the kids safe.” A few years ago this conversation would have gone very differently, he thought. Back then he would have been quick to anger and let the rage rule his mind, rule his actions, rule his life. Now? Not so much, he’d mastered that demon well.

“I know now I should have just stepped into the elevator and come back upstairs.” She said gently. Hindsight was a wonderful thing, she thought bitterly. “But it didn’t even cross my mind.” He wiped the stray tear away, she hated herself for scaring him, for the whole mess of it. “All I could think about was getting the kids away from him. I didn’t even consider getting myself away from him too.”

“And you did keep them safe love.” He smiled. “You sent them to me.”

“I guess I am learning.” She scoffed at herself shrugging her shoulders. He toyed with her hair, his fingers raking through the waves. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t love.” He said shaking his head. “Don’t ever apologize for protecting your kids.”

“Our kids.” She sniffed. “They’re yours as much as they are mine now.”

“I know. I guess I’m still learning.” He murmured. Leaning over he brushed his lips against hers tenderly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She choked, her emotions still too close to the surface.

“What are you working on?” He asked, determined to move past it, nodding a head toward her open laptop, their front door feed paused ready to be played.

“Something that stuck with me, but because my brain got rattled around in my skull I couldn’t be certain whether he’d said it or whether I was confused and just hallucinating.” She chuckled at his confused look. “Have you seen the feed?”

“Only the first bit to make sure it was working, I haven’t had a chance to really watch or digest it.” He said softly as she stood up and gestured for him to sit, taking up residence in his lap once he’d settled. He snuggled her in, long limbs securing her to him.

“Ignore what you see and listen to what he’s saying.” She pressed play and he listened, but nothing really registered as out of the ordinary, just some mumbling after he’d struck Sildie that he couldn’t really grasp the first time around.

“I’m missing something, I know I am but...” He fell silent as she cued it up at a specific spot.

“Listen, close your eyes and listen, it’s really faint but it’s there.” She hit play once his eyes closed.

“Not unless you want me to bite your dick off.” He heard Sildie say clearly and smirked, she would have too.

“Time to collect what I’m owed you little cunt whore.” It was barely audible before the crack of his hand hitting her face. That was a sound that he’d never get out of his head. “Always fucking with my life, you little bitch. First my cunt sister and now you. Ana said you’ve been trouble for her, accusing her, setting her up. First your brother fucked me over taking my sisters money, now you’re getting in the way with Ana. I’m gonna take what I’m owed from you, fuck the money, I’m gonna fuck you until...” Sildie pressed pause on the feed not wanting to hear or see the rest of it again. She’d watched it enough and Gustaf didn’t need to hear the rest.

His eyes flew open with a choked gasp and he stared at her.

“I only vaguely remember him mentioning Ana. My face was on fire and I couldn’t be sure.” She said quietly, eyes searching his.

“She sent him to hurt you?” He murmured in disbelief that Ana would have gone that far, his own brain chewing over the thought. A fresh new wave of rage started to simmer.

“It’s a possibility.” She nodded. “We won’t know for sure unless he starts spilling the details in a confession. But Elias has hated me for a long time love. He wouldn’t have needed much of a push to come at me.”

“Does Leon know about this? Lucas? Lindstrom? Fuck, everyone?” He asked his eyes widening as the extent of Ana’s involvement clicked. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him sweetly taking all that rage out of his sails in an instant.

“Take a breath love, and yes they all know. They have copies and a signed statement from me.” She kissed him slowly, a tenderness to soothe. “That’s what I’ve been working on.”

“This is good for us right?” He was unsure how he should feel, rage, anger, fear, joy, hopeful. His brain didn’t seem to know which emotion to settle on.

“It’s good for us, in a few ways. Elias will go away for multiple counts of aggravated assault, restraining order and court order violations. It was all caught on camera, it’s a done deal, I’ve filed the paperwork and sent it all to Leon, copies sent to Elsa, your lawyers. Family court will bury him for that alone, especially with multiple assaults already on his record. Then there’s the possible tie in with Ana.” She held up her hand to stop him from arguing as his mouth dropped open to do exactly that. “It’s only a possible, we have no proof it is her. All he says is Ana, it could be any Ana on the planet. Highly likely it’s our Ana but still. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. That piece of information is circumstantial at best.”

“I see your point.” He said tersely, his own brain working through the information.

“If it is Ana it will not only hurt her case if there is a connection, but hurt him and Dana’s family. To be honest, I’m kind of ok with a bruised wrist and jaw when it will kill two birds with one stone.”

“I’m still not ok with him laying hands on you.” He said bluntly, fingers stroking down her good cheek to bring her closer for a kiss. She let him deepen it, not able to bring herself to mention she’d heard him call her his wife, the microphones barely picking it up, but it was there. The way it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, with so much love and conviction it had sucker punched her square in the gut.

“I’m ok love.” She said softly, her hand resting on his chest.

“Are you done in here for the night?” He asked, kissing her bare shoulder where her sweater had slipped down as she finished her tea.

“I can be.” She said softly. “I should be.” She sighed, knowing that if she pushed it any further the headache she currently had sitting behind her eyes ready to pounce would get worse.

“Headache?”

“Yeah, and my face hurts.” She winced as she realized just how much she’d been ignoring it.

“How’s the wrist?” He asked, brushing a finger lightly over the strapping the hospital had insist she wear.

“Not as bad as my face.”

“Well that’s something. Up for a soak? You need to switch off that wicked smart brain and let it catch up to the rest of you. It got a little rattled around in there.” His kiss gentle.

“Will you soak with me?” Her finger trailed down his jaw before she claimed that clever mouth tenderly. She wanted to see him calmer as well.

“No water sports.” He said gruffly, the smirk tugging the corner of his mouth.

“Spoil sport.” She pouted.

“But I’ll soak with you.” He kissed her softly. “Take care of you.”

“I think it’s my turn to take care of you, you’ve filled your quota for today.” She chuckled. “Maybe for the entire year.”

“We don’t keep score love, remember.” He murmured and kissed her longingly. “How about we take care of each other?”

“Now that I can get down with.”

“You take care of the teapot, I’ll run the bath.” He tapped her thigh for her to get up, but she stayed.

“I love you.” She said sweetly. “So much.”

“My Sildie.” He breathed. “My love.” He let the love for her pour out of him. “My home.” He kissed her tenderly. “You are my everything.”

While Gustaf readied the tub, Sildie rinsed the teapot and smiled as she looked around their home. Home, she thought, their home, their kids. Her hand went to her belly absently as that ever present question circled along with another. My wife, he’d said it with such conviction, complete commitment, that deep love he only had for her. “Do I want to be married?” She mumbled, almost startling herself with her own question. “Not that it would be much different than what we’re already doing.” She chewed on her lip and flexed her wrist wincing. “Just another question to add to the list I guess.” She muttered and turned off the lights and checked the front door.

She found him in their en-suite, the shirt already in the hamper, sweats slung low on his hips. Memories from their lazy morning flooded into her as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face between his blades. Her home, her man.

“You ok love?” He chuckled as he cradled her tender wrist to him.

“Yamnow.” She said and breathed him in, her cheek more a dull ache than earlier, she knew it would be worse tomorrow. He turned and helped her strip, holding out his hand for her to take so she didn’t slip as she climbed in the tub. He went out to the kitchen and brought back an ice pack in a towel and handed it to her.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow. Lots of ice now makes it more bearable in the morning.” He’d taken his fair share of knocks to learn that one quickly.

He scooped her into his lap, soaped his hands and massaged her shoulders as she held the ice to her face, the other wrapped against her wrist, and relaxed into him. His hands wandered, more to soothe and just feel her body than arouse. When she was nearly asleep he pulled the plug and dried her off, carrying her to bed and snuggling her in.

“Sleep now love.” He kissed her, lazy and slow, kisses that he cherished.

“Gustaf?”

“Mmmm.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead willing her to switch her brain off and let sleep take her.

“I love you and I’m sorry I scared you.” She mumbled.

“I love you too and try not to do it again ok?” He chuckled gently.

“I’ll try, I’m sorry.” Her voice barely there.

“Let it be done now love, sleep.”

“Kay.” She went under and he smiled at the sudden deadweight in his arms.

“I’m so in love with you.” He grinned, kissing her head and following her into sleep moments later, her scent soothing him.

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[liddonburns]

There is a house in the field. It is decrepit and abandoned and time has taken to it like nails to a chalkboard. The blue paint of its walls peels off like sunburnt skin, thin and molting in your fingers.

When you look up at the house—glimpse in through some of the dusty windows that haven’t been smashed—sometimes you see things. Staggering feet amoung the bugs. A respirator. Toy cars on the floor and a tin of sustagen spewn out across the grimy floor.

The sun flays down on your back and you can feel the sweat on your forehead go cold. Your muscles suddenly stiffen. Blood vessels ruptured under the skin as the smell washes over you. Someone’s house. That familiar smell. But rotted, gone sour somehow.

A dog starts to bark. The sound scuffing closer. A stub where it’s tail should be.

You go and don’t come back for a while.

 The day you return to the house is chilly. Well, chilly in the only way the weather knows how to be—a blanket of down over your head and dew soaking your shoes and the sighing start of the wind as it ruffles your hair.

Today you have decided to go inside the house.

Your mum’s been inside before. She’s told you stories of armchairs facing walls and long-gone tin sheds taken back by the scrub. You wonder if the armchair’s still there, and start forward to find out.

 You enter through the little stone garage. Normally, you would have gone through the door, but the front doors were glass and they were shattered and boarded up a long time ago.

The garage is set under the house, and from where you stand, you can see the set of wooden stairs leading up to the main portion of the house. Beside you is a metal room, about three meters on all sides and empty save for the dust and a cobweb hung across the door-less entry like a banner. There is no spider, and you don’t wonder where it went.

Instead, you walk forwards into the cool of the shelter. Your shoes make prints in the dust and, when you notice, a tiny part of you glimmers in relief that if your exploration were to be abruptly ended, there would still be a trace of you left. Not that you believe in those sort of things. You believe in squatters, but surely you would have noticed someone living here by now.

You walk past a dusty set of bins and a clutter of empty boxes as you make your way over to the stairs. They are hardly more than wooden planks, so you can see the little blue blanket tucked underneath the stairs, collecting dust. It’s patterned with cartoonish stars and the name ‘Zeke’ is branded in all capital letters across the middle.

Briefly you wonder who Zeke was, or is, before you keep moving.

 Upstairs, you’re faced with a tiny kitchen, separated from the carpeted loungeroom by a dilapidated breakfast bar, the linoleum of which is moldy and faded.

The tiles in the kitchen are cracked and dirty. In some places little plants poke through, premature leaves catching bright in the afternoon sun.

On the bar is an opened jar of baby food and a spilt tin of sustagen, yellowed powder spilling over the counter onto the carpet below. There, a sprawling semi-circle of rusted toy cars and what looks like an oxygen mask but for a child.

Some of the kitchen cupboards are open and inside cereal boxes and canned tomato peek out at you from wooden doors swung open and swelled by the wind and rain.

You wander around the loungeroom. It’s small, but homey. You look out the full-sized window on the far wall and look down at the rocks and red dirt and the straw of the grass. It’s strange being on the other side of the glass.

It’s strange standing in so much glass—shards of it thrown about the room like a splay of thick, clear cards whose edges had been ripped and chewed on. Looking at it tastes like cardboard in your mouth, corrugated against your teeth and spit gathering in your throat. You wonder why someone smashed the glass doors in the first place. Why the people who boarded them up hadn’t even been bothered to clean the glass up, leaving it as chunks of ice and a fine sprinkle of dust across the carpet.

 When the knot in your stomach toughens, you go to the next floor. The staircases are never more than a few steps—half rot, half dust—but they don’t give way beneath your feet. You pause at the top and glance down from where you had come. A gaping blackness catches your eye. A hole in the wall above the steps, big enough to climb through. Looking into the dark makes you feel dizzy. It’s absolute, almost choking, like moss in your lungs, like chalk on your tongue. You look away.

Where you are standing at the top of the stairs is an intersection. To your right is an open door into what looks like a bedroom. To your left a broken toilet beside the open entry to the bathroom. In front of you the entryways to two rooms. A sticker of a butterfly is stuck to the window opposite to you, inside one of the far rooms. It looks like it’s made of stained glass—syrupy red and blue and yellow.

You go into the bathroom first. Moss replaces the grit in the tiles, stripes of green through the grimy checkered floor. The sink is cracked, the handles rusted to stone. The mirror is split in two and the brown backing peeks out at you from between the reflective shards. There is a chicken bone in the shower and the water doesn’t work.

By the open doorway to the bathroom is a little cupboard like a pantry. It’s empty, but you imagine it would be good for storage as it’s big enough for a fully sized human to sit in.

The room across from the bathroom looks out of place compared to the rest. It’s empty aside from the metal frame of a foldable bed in one corner, white paint chipping away to reveal dust and soot. The walls have been freshly painted, a deep cornflower blue like the sky on an empty summer day. The wall opposite to the doorway is completely glass from about halfway up. You walk over to it and the wooden floor feels rickety beneath your feet. You try not to mind it.

The window comes up to your hip, segmented by little black bars and showing the view of the empty valley. Rolls of dead grass. Clusters of trees, pale trunks pitted with burn marks, huge bristly bushes of leaves swaying in the breeze. Paths of red dirt scrubbed out by wandering animals, including yourself.

The sun comes out from behind the mask of clouds and, for a few moments, the whole world is painted lighter. Then it fades again, sun eclipsed by the slate cotton of the drifting clouds. Down in the field, your eyes catch a few magpies, pecking aimlessly in the dirt. You smile at them. Wonder where the dog went.

 Next is the two last rooms. The one with the butterfly sticker is small, the single rickety bedframe only leaving a strip of floor to stand. The window isn’t big either, only spanning a meter at most. It shows only the branches of a scrubby tree, a few winding branches ending in a splintered javelin—a scrawled epitaph written by ants etched through the wood.

The last room isn’t large either. It’s got another bedframe in it, rusted and white like the one from the room with the blue walls. The wallpaper is peeling and chalky and smells wet even from the doorway. On the rooms right is a flimsy cabinet and a chest of drawers. The cabinet, through big enough for you to stand in, is empty. The drawers, meanwhile, are not.

When you force open the top drawer, struggling with the scraping wood which had long forgotten how to move, there is a little dead bird, feathers matted and eyes gone. On the other side of the drawer, is a piece of dog feces, dried and black. You hear it roll when you force the drawer back closed.

In the second drawer is a grocery list—‘milk, baby food, flower seeds, soap, Cornflakes’. It looks like it was written on the back of a receipt, but the ink on the other side is too faded to make out.

The rest of the drawers are empty, cloth lining stuffy with dust.

 When you walk back down both set of stairs, you mull over things. You have a lot of questions but no answers. As you pass the bins, you wonder if that is a bad thing.

Before you go, you step inside the little metal room by the exit, ducking under the bare spider’s web. Inside, your skin prickles, but you can’t make out whether there was really a change in temperature or not. You decide maybe there was, since the room does bare resemblance to a cold room, despite how strange that seems.

After a minute, you give into the rash of goosebumps across your skin and leave the possibly cold room.

As your feet crunch down on the dead grass outside, you wonder whether you ought to ever go back into the house again. By the time you are home, you still aren’t sure.

[stopidontlikepicklesbitch-blog]

Coping and Calming Skills

Counting to 100, or more challenging counting Backwards by 7

Stretching

Meditation

Yoga

Journaling or writing

RIP up paper

Cold showers

Hold ice cubes until you no longer want to self harm

Play games on your phone

Clean 1 section of your room

Clean the toilets

Brush your teeth

Face masks!

Jam out to music

Drive for a while (if you can be safe behind the wheel)

Organize your closet

Donate old clothes, toys, or shoes

Learn a new hobby (chrochete, knit, wood working, cooking, baking, guitar, piano, sewing, etc.)

Make your own slime/putty/goop

Make up a song about what you see around you

Tap your foot to a rhythm

Tap your fingers together, count the taps

Go to a pet store and look at all the animals

Go for a brief walk wearing clothes for a different season (shorts In winter, a coat in summer)

Put on clean clothes

Create a blog post

Document your mood and thoughts, look for thinking traps

Analyze TV characters

Square breathing ( in 4 sec, hold 4 sec, out 4 sec, hold 4 sec repeat)

Text a close friend

Eat a healthy snack

Take a nap

Make sure you are taking your medications

Paint your nails, or a picture for your significant other/parents/siblings/friends

Write down 25 positive things that have happened today

Go 1 week without your phone or social media

Research different religions or cultures, learn 5 new facts about your own religion or culture

Blink as fast as you can for 20 seconds

Watch inspirational speeches on YouTube

Make jewelry

Adopt a pet fish

Spend 5$ on self care

Buy a treat for yourself

Text your best friend

Pull weeds from your yard, mow your lawn

Color or paint by number

Plan your dream wedding

Do your makeup

Download new games to your phone

Drink really cold water, or warm water

Fold your clothes and put them away

Chew as much gum as you can fit in your mouth

Read a short novel or poetry book

Polish your silverware

Make your own puzzle out of a printed picture

Write and burn a letter you wont send

Paint your nails and chip it off when it dries

Play with any jewelry your wearing

Undo your shoelaces and put them back in an interesting pattern

Do your hair in the fanciest way you can

Google random facts

Watch kids TV shows

Do a quick body scan (feet, legs,back, stomach, arms, hands, head)

Blow up a balloon

Buy cheap plates and smash them

Clean up the cheap plates you smashed

Throw ice cubes at a tree

Scream into the void of your toilet (do not recommend if there are other people around)

Wash your hands with good smelling soap

Vandalize your own backyard, and clean it up

Mismatch all your socks

Try on all your clothes and get rid of what you dont like anymore

Set a timer for five minutes and spend that time cleaning a section of your house

Bake some treats for your neighbors

Create your own list of coping and calming skills

Create a flow chart of what to do when your struggling or feeling different emotions

Anger is a secondary emotion, figure out what is causing your anger

Memorize the constitution

Read a book that you would normally wouldn't

Dig a large hole and fill it back up again, add seeds if you want

If you have siblings, replace all their photos around the house with photos of monkeys or birds

Create a list of foods you hate choose one and write an essay about why it is disgusting

Find a new deodarant smell to wear

Eat a new food combination

Apps I use that help me when I'm not feeling good

[robboybot]

If you wanna do more soft hcs, may I suggest the rest of blue team but that's alot of babes so thats up to u,,,,

My friend you’re just giving me some more fun and I am UP for that challenge.Fred:

what they smell like: Fresh cologne/shaving cream, he’s very proper and keeps up to code on hair length. I can imagine he’d keep himself fairly clean when he can to keep himself in top shape; he’s the responsible type afterall.

what their favorite smells in the world are: Laundry softener because a warm pillow at the end of the day is a great recipe for good dreams!

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: Standard issued clothing like sweatpants and a UNSC t-shirt probs. Only when he’s not suited/on a mission though

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: This one’s a little out there due to RP but he and Edward Buck have interesting potential! Buck is laid back and goofy even though he’s still responsible while Fred is a by the book responsible type but he can divert for the sake of those he loves, and even sometimes goofs around. The two I feel share similarity in that they don’t have to always be serious and could get along! Imagine goofy old Buck helping equally goof Fred be more loose and happy!

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: I haven’t read a lot of the comics, and in the books he’s only ever around blue team so i’d say his loving brotherly relationship to chief is good. He cares a lot and is willing to follow his brother, but just shy enough to stay out of chief’s spotlight

a song that reminds me of them: I haven’t thought about this actually?? I don’t have a dedicated song but something I could maybe apply ‘don’t cry out’ by shiny toy guns

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: I honest to god cannot remember the animals that like. were officially associated with blue team. I think eagle was supposed to be chief but an eagle fits fred because he’s stoic/majestic until you look at him from the right angle

what position they sleep in: Curled in fetal position around pillows or whatever he’s holding. in the field it’s either his knees or a big gun.

their favorite drink: Hot chocolate! something sweet and reminiscent of a simpler childhood he’s long forgotten, but the taste and warmth makes him feel a strange familiar feeling.

a gift i would give them if i could: okay so for all of them A HUG! But i’d probably give him something practical OR a gag gift like a pen with googly eyes. i’m sure he’d get a kick out of it

Kelly:

what they smell like: half the time, sweat from exercise or strong soap bars like irish spring. the other half of the time she’ll smell like wilderness/outdoors or whatever she last ran through

what their favorite smells in the world are: Wild flowers and hazy summer nights; she likes being outside, and wild fields feel like home to her.

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: Tank tops and shorts, good to let her cool off and be mobile if she has to in a moment’s notice

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: okay ngl i’m a gay man so I don’t think of ships for female characters often fsdhjdsh. In the books she’s mostly only around blue team so idk anyone she’s interacted with that sticks out to me. I’d say she’d probably have a nice girlfriend though, i’m sure there’s someone better to ask for this

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: Same as ship, i’m not 100% sure because most media i’ve consumed doesn’t give her very much limelight. she DOES love her siblings a lot though and spends a lot of time with blue team! She’s able to be a little more kicked back with them than others

a song that reminds me of them: I’m going through my songs list trying to find stuff but i think Dangeorus by Zayde Wolf is a good fit

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: Most obvious answer anyone would give is rabbit but specifically i’ll say a desert/field hare, the lanky ones that run like hell and look scarier than normal buns

what position they sleep in: either on her sides or stomach with her limbs stretched out; she likes taking up a lot of space

their favorite drink: Maybe sweet ice tea for that summer vibe, or blue raspberry slushies that turn her tongue blue as she used to dye her hair

a gift i would give them if i could: More blue hair dye because she needs to remember that rebellious fire that she had when she was younger, and I bet she’d have fun with it

Linda:

what they smell like: if you got close enough to smell her i’d be impressed but probs the dust from rock faces, or whatever space she crawled into. Outside of her suit she’d probably surprisingly have a soft smell like malt milk

what their favorite smells in the world are: Honey/honeysuckles and other calm, non-overwhelming fresh scents like wild mint. Anything too strong would overwhelm her and give her a headache

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: She’s not particularly picky. she’ll mix it up depending, so it’s a wonder what she’ll be in if you wake her up, including variations of half or fully nude

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: Same as Kelly, I don’t know a whole ton about her personal relationships really. i’m sure there’s some good stuff out there though

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: I know she had some comics specifically with herself released? I haven’t read them though so i’m not sure. she’s more quiet and seclusive but diehard for those she cares about

a song that reminds me of them: Round one from red vs blue’s OST because NGL, she to me is like agent texas but silent and a sniper

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: Something with keen eyes and a quiet, watchful nature. honestly any predatory raptor bird. Her tan armor and watchfulness makes me think of a meerkat too!

what position they sleep in: With her back pressed against the wall. she doesn’t like feeling as if her back is open to attack, so she always prefers having it against something when she sleeps.

their favorite drink: Anything warm in the cold, or cool in the heat. He most favorite though would be chammomile with lemon and honey

a gift i would give them if i could: maybe something like gum to chew on to help keep alert and focused? Or a durable thermos

[pushspacetocontinue]

Sentence Starters - Russell Mod Quotes Volume I-can't-remember

"I'm quite amazed that all the jam managed to stay in that broken jar."

"I shouldn't be allowed in someone else's kitchen."

"I can't find the pepper because I'm a fuck up!"

"If you come any closer, I'll fart."

"If people want diabetes, they can get it elsewhere."

"Hey asshole, get your feet off the seat!"

"Is it me or is he crazier since he died?"

"He's going to wake up with his organs missing."

"I am way too proud of that pun."

"I saw a pair of slippers coming to life."

"I always knew he was just projecting."

"Super Anime Girl Trumpet Blast Attack."

"It doesn't help that he's absolutely terrifying in appearance and probably made most kids wet their pants when they first saw him."

"He is destroying her ass."

"You can say 'short', it's okay."

"it's about five men who met their deaths and they're forced to go to the same place every night and talk about it."

"Stop sneezing all over the place!"

"Teens are stupid."

"His nipples are like saucers!"

"My bladder is currently yelling at me."

"You can count the polygons."

"I'm just here for the shitshow."

"Why are some people crazy enough to have five children in such a small timeframe?"

"They're not impressed because they're fucking dead."

"His mouth is like a toy alligator."

"I'm gonna go watch cat videos until this is over."

"Frogs are cats then."

"Can you please vomit somewhere that isn't the carpet?"

"You disrespectful little shithead."

"It would be good for cutting an onion without murdering my eyes."

"Oh wow! Thanks for the warning! I never would have guessed that my ALMOND milk might have nuts in."

"If I could get a coffee IV drip put in, I would."

"Time is not on my side today."

"Don't eat the trash bird."

"Am I hungry or just digesting something?"

"Why is everyone trying to give me a nappy?"

"Imagine if that was red instead."

"Time for me to chew my nails to oblivion."

"I don't need sugar. I'm already sweet enough."

"I'm just sitting about like a lazy sack of shit, how about you?"

"You can lead me to a caramel shortbread, but you can't make me eat it."

"Why do I always need the bathroom at the worst possible time?"

"At least I know I won't run out of mushy peas when the apocalypse rolls around."

"He's a bobble-head!"

"This is why you're not allowed to drive anything."

"Why do I always pull on this door?"

"You want a pineapple? Is a grapefruit close enough?"

"At least I can somewhat get away with being clumsy. I'm small and thin, so people tend to think it's cute."

"I wish I could give more of a shit, but I honestly can't."

"I agree with him, but he's still an absolute cunt."

"My underpants are fabulous."

"Of course he stole a bar of soap, he wanted to make a clean getaway."

"Do I seem stupid? ... Don't answer that."

"I don't recommend eating it all in one go though, because it's really flipping expensive."

"I'm going to squish the crap out of this."

"I went to take the rubbish out. It's 'bin' due for a while. Ha ha..."

"Do I smell like a smoker? No I don't."

"It's not at all empowering to tell people they can't change and improve. Don't be a crab in a bucket."

"I nearly threw that into my eyes."

"I'm almost sad that no one was around to hear that burp. It was epic."

"What are you, a camel?"

"Well, at least my socks are good at picking up tiny shards of glass."

"I wish I could pretend to care."

"My motivation is just completely down the shitter today."

"Give me a couple seconds to get my shit together."

"Betrayed by my own chair..."

[glittering-jellyfish]

Hi y'all! Today I felt like talking about one of my all time favorite things! GEESE!! The noodle necks! The dorito feet! The hiss masters! The honks! G E E S E!

Now when most people think of geese the first thing that comes to mind is this:

Which isn't wrong but its important to know that not all geese are like this. Just like dogs, its all about how they were raised. If you just buy a batch of geese and stick them in a brooder till they're adults they will be mean, hissy geese. Its very important to handle your goslings as much as possible!!

Geese require a lot of care from start to finish if you want them to be friendly. There is a good bit of prep that needs to be done before you purchase your geese. I recommend getting a large plastic storage bin, a heat lamp, soft wood shavings, chick feed, and food and water containers. Set it up so that the heat lamp is stable and pointed at one half of the container. That way if the goslings get hot they can move to the other half. Remember, geese are WATER FOUL. They love water!! No matter what you do they will spill water everywhere. When they are babies they are very messy and very smelly. I made a routine that raises friendly geese. When I wake up in the morning I take all of the babies out of the bin and put them in a box. I fill the tub with warm water and put them in for a bath. DO NOT USE SOAP. And don't worry they know how to swim and clean themselves. While they take their bath I clean out their bin, putting down fresh wood shavings and fresh water. Pro tip: put a wire cooling rack in the bath with the babies so they have a platform to rest on! They are just babies so they don't have the same stamina as adult birds!

Once everything is clean I towl them dry individually and put them back. Let them rest for a few hours, swimming is a lot of work! After about 6 hours I like to lay a bunch of grungy towls or water proof table cloths on the floor and let them wander around on them. I sit with them everyday and made sure to handle them all at least once during the session. This is so they get used to you, and the cloths keep the floor poop free! Pro tip: buy cat toys for your geese! They love to chew and toss things around, just avoid feathers or things they can swallow.

These steps do NOT garentee sweet geese, but you'll definitely have a better chance. Geese are not just mindless lawn ornaments, they have their own wants and emotions. They can be very smart and you'll find that each bird is different. Sometimes a goose just wants to be a butt and there's nothing to be done about it. Just treat them with love and respect!

This is my goose, Franklyn. Shes 10 months old and she one of my newest geese. She is a sassy girl, but she is very friendly. She follows me when I walk, sits on my lap, and kiiinda comes when I call her (she comes, but it takes a few minutes. She doesn't move that fast unless she has to). Disclaimer: this only applies to domestic geese!

These bastards are fueled by hate and spite alone

[janeorozco92]

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