#clean washcloths

[alwaysbewoke]

Do better....

[jamiebluewind]

Warning! Pet illness, xray

A friend of mine a few states away had a pregnant female cat walk onto her porch and decide she lives now. She had 3 kittens. Since my friend/roommate @winterpower98 was looking for her first cat, we (other roommate/bestie, Winter/Gaia, and I) decided to take a trip down to visit and see if one of the kittens would work for her.

The thing is, she did fall in love with one! He's black with white markings, so the 6 year old had been calling him Eclipse. He's, curious, playful, and always trying to get into something. He loves Gaia. I mean LOVES her. And she loves him. Like... emptying her savings loves him.

Right before we arrived, our friend noticed a little lump on his belly. They thought nothing of it. And then, it got bigger. And bigger. And bigger.

After a week, we took him to a local vet to get checked out. He had a umbilical hernia. Luckily it stopped before his diaphragm, but the hernia was severe enough that he would need surgery to close it (a lot of articles talked about smaller ones closing on their own which is why we waited). He would also need special care for IBS symptoms and to keep his hernia from getting injured or obstructed before repair (which couldn't happen until he was big enough to go under anesthesia). He would need to come indoors for his safety and be separated from the others as his sisters pouncing on the hernia was causing issues (a week earlier than the 8 week mark).

I was honestly expecting Gaia to say it was too much for her to handle. Even told her that nobody would judge her for not being ready for that level of responsibility. That we could find an organization that could take him and get him the help he needed and find him a good home. He has two sisters she could consider, there were plenty of shelters back home with cats under a year old, and we could even check the town we were visiting and places on the way back home, so there were options. I knew how much it took to care for a kitten with health issues (my current cat required months of specialized care and there were plenty of scares along the way) and Gaia has no previous experience with cats outside of hanging out with our cats, so that's just starting on hard mode.

After a long serious talk on the responsibilities she was about to take on, she said she knew it would be hard but the thought of giving him up made her sick. That she would do whatever it took to give him a happy life for however long she has him. We aren't rich people, she's going back to college full time, she had only decided on him over one of his sisters that morning, and (again) this would be the first cat she has ever had. She went all in without a second thought.

The original quotes from various vets willing to do the surgery (not all vets can) were pretty insane, but luckily I found a non-profit that did the surgery for about half. My other roommate and I fully support her and chipping in what we can.

Eclipse is 8 week old and his surgery is scheduled in a month, but we are going to call in and check for cancelations since he's reached the minimum weight and age for anesthesia. Winter has been so busy caring for him that she's not had a chance to post about him, so I decided to do it on the drive home. I think the story is important because it raises awareness about an issue most don't know about and shows someone genuinely caring about a pet with special needs. As a disabled person who's went through a lot of ableism and survived abuse, it really hit me to see how much she loves him with her whole chest and doesn't ever approach his issues with anger or blame.

I don't ask for reblogs much, but I wanted to ask you guys to boost this. I linked Gaia's PayPal below if anyone wants to help take some of the financial burden off her, but you can also support her with messages and boosting this and her future post/s about Eclipse (cut her some slack guys, she's currently in tired new mom mode). I don't expect anyone to donate because I know you guys are mostly in the same shape as us, but I think showing Gaia support is just as important.

Now if you'll excuse me, the hyperactive boy got the zoomies and just jumped in the toilet XD

Edit: Late thing to add on, but a few days after posting this my other roommate/bestie Sarah decided to adopt his sister! Her name is Melanite, but her honey eyes have earned her the nickname Miel. Her and Eclipse have always been very close (often laying on top of each other), so it's great that they'll get to stay together.

[pianokantzart]

This is a Mario blog I WILL NOT get into internet fights about hygiene disinformation

[depravedangelbaby]

i lied i didn't go back to sleep.. instead i kissed my girl's shoulder, ran my hands up her thighs, n lightly scratched her until she was needy enough to wake up ♡♡

[gooboogy]

u shouldnt listen to people who tell you that it's good to be somewhat inconsolably miserable and hurting a lot so you can push yourself to do things to take care of yourself. every single therapist (and physical therapist) I've seen has told me the same thing: baby steps. take fucking baby steps. small achievable goals. if someone is telling you that it's good for you to suffer a lot and push through it they're probably [redacted] lol. if you are wanting to befriend yourself, a friend wouldn't want you to be suffering so much for them, truly

[psychoticallytrans]

with him :)

[tired-and-unjellied]

So... after mopping the floor with a washcloth and gloves, it isn't so bad at all

Definitely a lot less frustrating than that vacuum that doesn't vacuum that well.

I don't know if it's genuinely easier, or if i'm just a mop guy

[jukeboxjunk]

sorry everypony i dont think it's that outrageous to only use your hands to wash in the shower

[sparklehoard]

Being so brave

[ringneckedpheasant]

had the second worst great clips visit of my life today but thank fucking gd my hair turned out Okay despite the other horrors

[doom-dreaming]

lip scrubs are a useless product

[akatsukirites]

Writing dramatic smut always comes with the task of saying really unsexy things and turning them into not-unsexy-things-even-if-its-sad like:

“I have no skill for pleasure, Konan-san.” He says, unabashed not out of pride but because || aka. Kisame has literally NO IDEA what to do and it's not like he's embarassed or anything. It's just that Kiri was so dehumanizing that he doesn't even understand that he's supposed to be embarassed for lack of experience.

"But Konan-san… won't you–" He struggles to be find the polite way to ask. "What about the child?" || aka. 'DID I JUST KNOCK YOU UP? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO. PLEASE DO NOT.'

Considering his state of undress, || aka. Kisame sitting on the floor with his dicks out just staring off into space

“Then let me show you.” Her fingertips press against his chest, guiding him down to the floor. “Would that be alright?” || aka. me trying to write sexy consent

[transbee]

HAVE to admire the dedication of my body to always only ever giving me a sty when im already doing incredibly poorly

[lazyscience]

fuck and I can only bring a 3.4 oz hand sanitizer for my trip 😭 what the fuck, my fellow olds, why would you not wash your hands?

[rambling-robot]

I found the missing bruise that should be on my left side (the side I primarily landed on). It’s right next to my armpit, almost outlining it. Because my arm got caught in the trash can and that’s where most of the initial weight and momentum went on that side. I kinda hope i get a larger bruise to show for it instead of a little spot bruise surrounded by sore muscle, purely for the aesthetic.

[calliopechild]

Callous post for At Home for the not just weird but "genuinely making me a little nauseous the longer I think about it" decision to stock these napkins.

"But calliope," you might ask, "those are super cute, what's the problem?"

They are super cute! So cute I nearly walked off with them without checking the care tag before the "hm, but what if they're dry clean, ugh" light bulb went off. Don't worry, though! They're aren't dry clean only.

They're spot clean only.

At Home. At Home, look at me in my orbs and tell me what kind of ghoulish mood you were in when you knowingly approved napkins that you cannot wash. When you decided "no, actually, these mouth rags don't need to be de-mouth-germed in between uses."

My left kidney is inverting as we speak at the thought of rocking up to someone's dinner party, opening one of these to set on my lap, and then catching a glimpse of that care tag. It's the social politeness version of a Saw trap. I see the tag and look up at the host in horror. They know what I've seen. They smile as our eyes meet. What do I do? Will I call them out in front of the other dinner guests? Risk insulting them by implying they provided us all with intermittently cleaned napkins? Make myself look like a mannerless heathen by wiping my mouth on the back of my hand? Dinner is spaghetti marinara with extremely buttery garlic bread. This is on purpose.

Which spots on this napkin have been cleaned??