#dog teeth clean cost

[k9toothsolutions]

The Essential Guide to Dog Teeth Cleaning: Why It Matters and How K9 Tooth Solutions Can Help

As a dedicated pet owner, you want the very best for your furry friend, and that includes their dental health. Just like humans, dogs need regular dental care to prevent oral health issues and maintain overall well-being. At K9 Tooth Solutions, we understand the importance of dog teeth cleaning and are here to provide expert care to keep your pet’s smile in top shape. Here’s why dog teeth cleaning is essential and how our services can benefit your canine companion.

Why Dog Teeth Cleaning is Crucial

Prevents Dental Disease: One of the most common health issues in dogs is periodontal disease, which can lead to pain, tooth loss, and more severe health problems. Regular teeth cleaning helps remove plaque and tartar buildup, reducing the risk of gum disease and tooth decay.

Promotes Fresh Breath: Bad breath is often a sign of dental issues. By maintaining your dog’s oral hygiene, you can ensure their breath stays fresh and pleasant.

Enhances Overall Health: Dental health is closely linked to overall health. Poor oral hygiene can lead to infections that may affect other parts of the body, including the heart and kidneys. Regular cleanings help keep these risks at bay.

Avoids Costly Treatments: Preventive dental care is generally less expensive than treating advanced dental issues. Regular cleanings can help you avoid more costly and invasive treatments down the line.

What to Expect from Professional Dog Teeth Cleaning

Professional dog teeth cleaning involves several key steps:

Initial Assessment: Our team will start with a thorough examination of your dog’s teeth and gums to identify any existing issues or areas of concern.

Cleaning and Scaling: Using specialized tools, we’ll remove plaque and tartar from your dog’s teeth and below the gum line. This process helps prevent and treat periodontal disease.

Polishing: After scaling, we polish the teeth to smooth the enamel, which helps prevent plaque buildup and gives your dog a brighter smile.

Post-Cleaning Care: We’ll provide you with advice on maintaining your dog’s dental health at home, including tips on brushing and dietary recommendations.

Why Choose K9 Tooth Solutions?

At K9 Tooth Solutions, located at 35 Alison Dr, Lara VIC 3212, we are committed to providing exceptional dental care for your pets. Here’s why our clients trust us with their dogs’ dental health:

Experienced Professionals: Our team is highly trained in the latest dental techniques and uses state-of-the-art equipment to ensure the best care for your dog.

Gentle Approach: We understand that dental cleanings can be stressful for pets. Our gentle, compassionate approach helps make the experience as comfortable and stress-free as possible.

Personalized Care: Every dog is unique, and we tailor our cleaning procedures to meet the specific needs of your pet, ensuring effective and thorough care.

Transparent Pricing: We believe in clear communication and offer competitive pricing with no hidden fees. You’ll always know what to expect when it comes to the cost of your dog’s dental care.

How to Schedule an Appointment

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Conclusion

Dog teeth cleaning is a vital part of your pet’s health routine, helping to prevent dental disease and maintain overall well-being.

At K9 Tooth Solutions, we are dedicated to providing high-quality, compassionate dental care to ensure your dog’s smile remains healthy and bright. For expert dental services and personalized care, visit us at 35 Alison Dr, Lara VIC 3212, or give us a call at 0421 743 041.

Give your furry friend the gift of excellent dental health—choose K9 Tooth Solutions for all your dog teeth cleaning needs!

[rorylovesangst]

A Burning Hill

construction worker/underground fighter simon riley x waitress

mood board

song of the chapter is I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

tws: sh injury, physical discomfort, emotional distress, self-deprecation

previous chapter → chapter 3 -> next chapter

word count: 2.5k

The next time you see him, it’s not at the diner. But you really wish it was.

The bell above the pharmacy door cuts through the heavy quiet with a sharp, irritating jingle. The air is thick and stale, heavy with the scent of cardboard, antiseptic, and damp. You pull your coat tighter around your body, its nylon whispering as you move, and your sneakers squeak against the warped linoleum, leaving small wet prints behind.

The overhead lights flicker faintly, casting yellow, uneven shadows over the shambolic shelves. Rows of half-forgotten remedies line the aisles, their withered labels mucky and peeling. The heater in the corner gripes mellifluously, pushing out only the faintest suggestion of warmth.

You find the burn cream on the far aisle, tucked between dented bottles of rubbing alcohol and crushed boxes of gauze. You crouch, your cold, stiff fingers skimming over the boxes, your eyes snagging on the bold prices: $17.99. $23.95. $19.90. An acidic knot twists in your chest. It might as well cost your entire paycheck.

The bell above the door chimes again, and the sound of boots scuffing against the linoleum cuts through your thoughts. You shift slightly, keeping your focus on the shelves and their ludicrous prices.

Embittered, you snatch a box of the cheapest cream and stand up too fast, your heel catching gawkily on the edge of your coat. You stagger backward, colliding with something solid—no, someone.

“Shit—sorry,” a voice rumbles behind you, low and familiar, vibrating through you like an aftershock as their breath puffs across your shoulders, balmy and minty.

Your breath catches, and you whirl around on your heels. His face is right there. Broad shoulders framed by a battered green jacket, the same blond buzz cut, and eyes so stygian they feel like ink.

Riley. Coffee, light and sweet.

For a moment, you’re too agitated to speak. The box of burn cream slithers from your fingers, thudding softly to the floor. He bends to grab it, rising in one smooth motion, holding it out like an offering.

“You okay?” He’s watching you with a smirk, cool and coy.

“I’m fine,” you say nippily, hell for leather. You pluck the box from his hand, holding it in a hermetic embrace against your belly.

Your eyes flick from his hands, seething and raw, back to his face. “You should clean those up,” you blurt, leaking like a faucet from your mouth, as you stare at the shelf behind him, the vitamins coalescing into a colorful, prismatic haze.

He raises an eyebrow, the faintest hint of amusement wrestling at the corner of his mouth. His knuckles flex as he rubs one hand over the other, and his voice carries a dry, razz edge. “Clean ‘em up, huh? That coming from you? With that look on your face?”

You blink, startled. “What?”

He gestures loosely toward you, his dark eyes probing over your posture, your face. “Your eyebrows are all pinched up. You’re holdin’ that burn cream like your life depends on it.” His tone softens, a few opaline teeth keeking through his curling lips. “Not exactly subtle.”

Your cheeks prickled hot, and you innately loosen your grip on the box. “It’s fine.” You’re flaring, voice serrate, defensive. “I’m fine.”

“Sure you are,” he replies, tipping back slightly, though his gaze doesn’t waver. “Bet it doesn’t even hurt, right?”

“It doesn’t,” you snap again, the words brazen this time.

He chuckles, low and throaty, the sound entwining around you like vines. “Could’ve fooled me. You’re holding yourself so tight you might snap in two.”

You scowl, shifting on your feet, suddenly hyperaware of the dull throb radiating from your chest. “Shouldn’t you be worrying about your own injuries?”

“Oh, I am,” he says with a grin, holding up his hands dramatically. “Look at me. Poster child for health and safety.”

Against your better judgment, an infinitesimal laugh escapes you before you can stop it. A few more glistening teeth poke out from behind his grin, and you immediately hate yourself for finding him funny.

“Seriously, though,” he continues, his tone softening just a touch, “you should take care o’ that. Burns ain’t something you want to mess around with. Get infected easily, y’know?”

You flub for words, making them come out like a dog's breakfast. “I—I know,” you mutter.

“Good.” He nods toward the cream still clutched in your hand. “Tha’s a start. Now you jus’ need to stop looking like you’re about t’bolt.”

Your eyes dart to his, startled by his bluntness. “I’m not—”

He cuts you off with a wry smile. “Yeah, you are.”

You open your mouth to argue but close it again, the words failing you. You glance down at the burn cream, suddenly feeling the weight of his attention like a spotlight.

“I should go,” you blurt, stepping back.

“You’re good at that,” he says lightly, though there’s no malice in his tone.

“At what?” you snap, your embarrassment bubbling into a rolling boil.

“Running off,” he replies, shrugging. “Guess I’ll see you at the diner, sweetheart.”

The word sweetheart lands like a stone in your chest, sending a hot flush up your neck. Without another word, you turn and head for the exit.

It’s only when the cool air nips your face that you realize the burn is still safe and sound on the shelf where you’d slipped it in your panic. You don’t bother turning back. The burn will heal itself, without the aid of an overpriced cream.

Olive, of course, does not agree with you.

She’s protesting at you over the running water, your hands pruned and wet as you wash the dishes. “Blue, I’m so fucking serious! Why didn’t you get it?”

You shrug, handing her a plate to dry. “I dunno. Slipped my mind, I guess.”

“Slipped your mind?” she scoffs, glaring at you with her jade eyes, “You are telling me it slipped your mind to get the burn cream as if you can’t hear the gauze every time you move.” You nod, and she scoffs again. “Ill buy you some then.”

“No—no. Olive, seriously. I will get it. I swear.”

“You better,” she demands, draping the rag over your shoulder before going back out to the front. You watch her go, your hands still submerged in the soapy water. The warmth seeps into your skin, feeding the black holes that live deep inside you—parched, gnawing voids that grow where your bones should be. She tugs her umber hair into a clip as she walks, her hips swaying in that effortless, kittenish way she has. Olive always moves like she owns the space around her, like the world bows to her rhythm.

In the year and a half you’ve worked at the diner, she’s become a lifeline—motherly, but not your mother. She’s too young for that, only a few years older than you, and far too happy. It’s the kind of happiness that feels like a foreign language, one you’ll never learn to speak.

Olive had your back when no one else did. She let you crash at her place when things got bad, even found you that rundown ranch for dirt cheap—just a couple hundred a month. You try to repay her the only way you know how: covering shifts, cooking the occasional egg bake, and pretending not to need anyone.

But the truth is, Olive is the only one who’s seen through you.

And that’s why you’ll get the damn burn cream tomorrow. Probably.

You spend the rest of your shift crammed in the back, where the dishwater steam clings to your skin, making you feel as though you’re dissolving into the air. On your lunch break, you slump against the countertop, your arms folded like the weight of the day is too much to hold upright. Tony’s voice fills the space, rough but warm, as he flips something sizzling on the grill. He slides you a chicken quesadilla with a gruff, “Messed this one up,” followed by a quieter, “Looks like you could use the extra pounds.”

Olive’s voice cuts through the clatter of the kitchen. “Blue! Get out here a sec!”

You pause mid-bite, blinking toward the kitchen door. Tony gives you a pointed look, smirking as he flips a pancake. “Guess you’re wanted.” You sigh and stuff one more fat bite into your mouth, cheeks bulging like a chipmunk.

You rub your hands on your apron and push through the swinging door, the abrupt garishness of the diner’s main room making you squint. Olive stands near the counter, her back turned to you. But she’s not alone, and you almost choke on your food.

Olive peers over her shoulder, her perfect teeth glistening behind her pink lips. “This is Simon,” Olive says, nodding toward the man beside her. “He’s a family friend. Said he came in here the other day.”

Riley’s gaze meets yours, soft and steady. His dark brown eyes flicker with recognition, and he smiles faintly.

Olive glances from you to Riley—Simon?—her eyes narrowing as her gaze bounces between the two of you. “Have you two already met?”

Simon glances at you briefly, then back at Olive. “Something like that.”

You shift on your feet, feeling heat creep up your neck. “We ran into each other at the pharmacy,” you mumble, brushing a stray hair out of your face.

“Literally,” Simon adds with a small chuckle, but there’s no edge to it, no teasing smirk. Just an easy, almost apologetic tone.

“Ah,” Olive says, her curiosity lingering, but she waves it off. “Well, now it’s official. Blue, meet Simon. Simon, meet Blue.”

He holds out his hand, and for a moment, you hesitate. Then, reluctantly, you reach out to shake it, wary of the wrap engulfing his knuckles. His grip is warm despite his callouses and scars, and you wish you could curl up in his palm and steal all his warmth, but you pull away quickly.

“Nice to meet you,” he says, his voice low and calm. “Properly, I mean.”

“Yeah. You too,” you reply, your voice far more cloying than you intended, making you cringe.

The scrunch of your gauze sparks his attention, causing him to furrow his brows. “How’s the burn?”

You blink, taken aback. “The same as this morning,” you mumble, smoothing out your apron.

“Thought so,” he says, eyebrows slightly raised. “Burns aren’t something to mess around with.”

You nod, glancing away. “I’m taking care of it.”

“Glad to hear that,” he says with a faint smile.

Your gaze drops to his hands, the cuts on his knuckles. “What about you?” you ask, surprising yourself. “Your hands… are they okay?”

Simon glances down at them like he’d forgotten they were there, then shrugs. “They’re fine. Just clumsy, I guess.”

“Looks like more than just clumsy,” you murmur, but he doesn’t respond, just rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You two done swapping injuries?” Olive cuts in with a grin. “Blue, Tony’s yelling back there. Simon, want me to grab you a coffee or something while you wait for Price?”

Simon nods, but his eyes linger on you for a beat longer. “It was nice seeing you again,” he says softly, stepping back to let you pass.

You mumble something resembling “You too” before slipping through the door, your pulse hastening for reasons you can’t quite place.

The quiet buzz of the diner feels like a bulky, smothering blanket, pressing down on you as you wipe the counter with bovine, ruffled motions. Your skin feels sticky, the burn on your chest starting to throb painfully; it’s alive and refusing to let you forget it, growing tentacles and eyes. The sting isn’t just a sting anymore. It’s oozing, sticky, raw in places it shouldn’t be, but you can’t bring yourself to look.

Olive’s voice breaks through the silence, humbler than usual. “Simon’s a good guy, you know.”

You freeze for just a moment, not ready to hear it. You know she’s talking about him, but you can’t quite bring yourself to nod or even respond. Your hands feel too rigid, the tingle of the burn creeping over your chest, making it hard to focus. You wish you could ignore it, wish it would go away.

Olive doesn’t push, though. She doesn’t seem to need you to respond. “I’ve known him for years. He’s the quiet type—keeps to himself mostly, but when it counts, he’s there.”

You wish your heart didn’t strain at her words. She makes it sound so simple, so tranquil. But everything about Simon feels like a weight you weren’t ready to carry. You can’t get comfortable around men. Haven’t been able to for as long as you can remember. Maybe it’s the way they look at you. Maybe it’s the way you look at them. Every part of you wants to space yourself, to keep up the walls you’ve spent years building.

You clear your throat, trying to push the uncomfortable feeling aside. “I thought his name was Riley,” you murmur, almost to yourself. “That’s what it said on his jacket.”

Olive glances up, her smile soft but knowing. “Riley’s his last name.”

You’re eyes flutter, caught off guard. “Oh.”

“Yeah, Simon Riley,” she adds, a slight warmth in her tone.

You nod, your fingers moving to polish at the counter again, but your movements are slugish now, bemused. Ronny coughs and sniffles from the back, a rough sound, cutting through the silence just as Olive speaks. His cough rattles through the diner, something almost intentionally loud about it, like he knows exactly what he's interrupting, exactly when to make his presence known. You can’t help but feel a strange sense of unease wash over you at the sound.

You shift anxiously, the burn on your chest now impossible to shrug off. It’s not just a dull throb anymore, but a sticky, aching kind of pain that pulls at the skin, and you can feel it starting to seep through the fabric of your shirt. You try to hide it, but it’s getting worse—making you feel more exposed with every second that ticks by. The tightness in your chest isn’t just from the burn. It’s the weight of your own discomfort, the way you can’t bring yourself to reach out for help, even if you know it’s getting too bad to handle alone.

Olive doesn’t press on Simon anymore, her gaze softening with a quiet understanding you can’t quite place. “He doesn’t talk much, kinda like you.”

Your hand intuitively goes to your chest, trying to kneed at the burn, but the pain intensifies, and you wince, clenching your jaw against it. You want to pull away, to escape the way it feels to be so visible—so vulnerable. But it’s too late.

Olive doesn’t say anything else, and the diner seems to settle back into its rhythm. But in the back of your mind, there’s that thought, small and growing: Simon. He might be a good guy. You just might not deserve someone like that. Not when you can’t even handle your own skin, let alone anyone else’s skin pressed against your own knowing the rot will spread.

[gloomlet]

Gloomlet’s TS4 Script, Gameplay & Replacement Mods

So I decided to compile a list of all the script/gameplay mods that i use or have used in my game. This was mainly made for my personal use, but i’m sure it could be helpful to other people too!

UPDATE! PLEASE READ!! This list is no longer up to date - use the Google Doc! - 04/25/24

Basic & Recommended!

TS4 Mod Manager ui cheats extension mc command center Carl's Sims 4 Gameplay Overhaul Relationship & Pregnancy Overhaul Wonderful Whims The Mood Pack Mod First Impressions Contextual Social Interactions Simulation Lag Fix Teleport Any Sim Better Exceptions

CAS Mods

Stand still in CAS More Traits in CAS Tidy details in CAS More CAS columns Lifetime Aspirations Child Aspirations Set Housewife - Aspiration Unlimited Likes + Dislikes Preferences Plus Homebody - Preferences 100+ CAS Traits Resized Facial Piercings

Replacements & Retextures

Fan Art Maps Map Replacements Overhaul Clean UI Sims 1 & 2 Font LIS Fonts Fluffy Clouds (Ghibli Clouds) Feet replacement Hand replacement Bra + Panty Default Replacement better babies + bottle replacement Another baby bottle replacement Default Cutlery! Cute Kitchenware Replacement Boxing Gloves Aquarium Fish Recolor Ceiling replacement paint it up mod A brighter mop Selfie Override

Objects Phone Replacement Smaller dollhouses Switch Controller + console Game controller PS1 console pc game override Remote control sponge & spray override Another Sponge & Spray override

Electric Toothbrush Razor Bassinet override infant rug +  infant tub child drawing replacement weather controller Cats & Dogs Fireplace Headphone/earbud override Old-fashioned Suitcase The slightly nicer Tree House Fireplace Lil Campers Light

Replaced + more Interactions Bed Cuddles Better Woohoo Reactions Realistic Reactions Brush Teeth From Toothbrush Holders Wake-up animation Greetings

Visuals & effects No overhead effects No zzz No object highlight no plumbob please Smaller Mosaic Minimalist CC Icon More Holiday icons

Gameplay!

Playable Pets Slower infant needs Expanded Mermaids Who's Knocking More Visitors No Bad Microwave Buffs Memory Panel Smarter Pie Menu: Searchable Smart Sim Randomizer Play Chess on any computer Strangerville Story toggle

Careers & Jobs Career Overhaul New Careers Simdeed Recruitment Services Flex Part-Time Recruitment Agency Game Developer Career Ultimate Nursing Career Modeling Career Tumbling Tots Daycare Career Shear Brilliance - Cosmetology Seasonal Odd Jobs - Autumn Odd Job Overhaul Modeling and Makeup Odd Jobs Babysitting Gigs Freelance Chef

Education Uni Tweaks Education Overhaul Uni Application Overhaul University costs more Choose Your Roommate Long Distance Learning No Uni Housing Restrictions Uni Aspirations School Lunch Override Longer or Shorter Degree Requirements

Cooking + Food Food Retexture Pack 1, Pack 2, Pack 3 Breakfast Retextures Pizza Retexture Grannies Cookbook Chef Buffet S’more Options Srsly's Complete Cooking Overhaul Dine Out Reloaded Delivery Services Sims Eat and Drink Faster Porto Luminoso Market Cutouts Buyable Cakes Functional Mixer HCH Mixer & Cookbook Functional Air fryer Functional Blender Functional Cookie jar Another Cookie Jar Functional Toaster Functional Cake Stand Functional Rice cooker Functional Pressure Cooker Boba Tea Add-ons Functional Beer Functional Frozen Ice Cart

Pregnancy Realistic Pregnancy Cherished Moments - Pregnancy Science Baby Tweak

Services & Apps Sim National Bank “SimDa” Dating App Exchange Store

Interactions Meaningful Stories Cute Romance Drama Mod Autonomous Go Steady and Propose Autonomous Break Up and Divorce Dynamic Teen Life Parent-Child Relationships Let's Get Fit Modpack Sumba Fitness

Functional Items Playful Toddler Pack Toddler Play Telephone Little Chef’s Toy Kitchen Void Critter Tablet Functional Pool Slide

Functional Toy Bin Functional Hopscotch Functional Broom Functional Paper Sketchpad Functional Drumkit Functional Spiral Staircases In Your Safe Piggy Banks Film Reaper Movie Theater Left End Counter Dishwaser

Random Small mods

Loading and CAS screens

Free Sims 4, Free Loading Screen Bonehilda Loading Screen Custom Color loading screens Lights Out Loading Screen The Blues Collection Loading Screen Lin Sims Loading Screens San Sequoia Loading Screens Abstract Art + Landscape Loading Screens H-O-B & Sulani Loading Screens Autumn Loading Screens Pink Kitten Animated Loading Screen Life is Strange Loading Screens Cloudy TS2 CAS Background Ocean Waves CAS Room Old School - CAS Room Modern Minimalism CAS Room Plumbob replacements Crystal Loading Screens

lighting mods

sunblind lighting + installation Milk Thistle Better in-game lighting Gentle CAS lighting

[tired-biscuit]

18+ / fem!reader

ok but bakugou with a bimbo!reader as a girlfriend?

honestly, he might seem mean, stoic and perhaps even humourless to others, however he simply adores you and turns all sorts of soft and gooey underneath all that hard exterior whenever he lays his eyes on you: his sweet little girlfriend.

you're just too precious not to love. all dolled up and smelling sweet like sugar and ripe summer fruit no matter the time of day or activity, you make him want to eat you right up just because of how simply adorable you are without even trying; outright make him want to lick his fingers clean right after. one after the other.

constantly getting lost and being so clearly ditzy, he insists on protecting you at all costs so that he can keep you close and, even more importantly, safe. he does that on the regular, of course - being a pro hero and all - however the skirts you wear despite the cold weather outside are so short that he feels the need to stand behind you in public even when he's not on the job; making sure that nobody can ever steal a peek of your cutesy underwear that you wear underneath.

those are for his eyes only, after all. only for his hands to touch and for his teeth to jokingly tug at until it's not all that funny anymore and thick tension rises between you.

and sure, bakugou knows that you're able to protect yourself from the perverts and the odd, borderline obsessed fans of his - to some degree. he's taught you some basic self-defence moves over the months, and made sure to beat it into your pretty little head that you are to keep the pepper spray - the one he got you as a "present" a little while after he'd reluctantly made your relationship official on live television - nice and secure in your comically small handbag, however the need to keep you from harm's way is simply too strong to ignore.

because clearly, you're just too naive to notice danger in a way he is able to. too nice to say a definite 'no' to a sleazy creep before it's a little too late. i mean, what if someone were to take advantage of you? hurt you? he couldn't possibly bear the consequences. not a man like him. no, no.

but it's okay, that's why you've got him - the big, strong pro hero, right at your side like a scary guard dog of sorts that will roll onto its back only for you. you've got his mean stare that he aims, oh, so expertly at the people that wish to bother you, but that he never, never points at you. his low hiss of warning that's accompanied with an even quieter threat of broken bones, which he always makes extra sure you can't hear him say, much less execute. his big, protective hand on the small of your back; thick fingers stroking, reassuring. his lips touching your temple whenever no one is looking, a mere ghost of a kiss placed on your skin as a silent reminder of his love for you. of his male pride and naturally embedded possessiveness.

and he actually does love you, he truly does. he loves how simple things with you are, how you just let him take care of you and spoil you rotten because you know it makes him feel needed; that it gives him purpose. how you run up to him, all eager and excited, and nearly throw yourself at him to squeeze him into a hug, not caring if anyone sees. how you bat your eyelashes up at him so sweetly as you touch his biceps and tell him how strong he is after he returns from the gym.

he loves how you always wait for him to come back after work even if he's told you a million times that you don't have to stay up, giving the big house a sense of home as you wash his hair for him after brushing him off with a giggle. loves how you scrub away the dirt and grime afterwards, and kiss every single one of his scars that dot his arms and chest inside the candle-lit bathroom, whose ambiance he can't help but find sort of corny even though he secretly enjoys it nonetheless.

and he also loves how much you blatantly love him in return, too. he loves your little good morning texts that are filled to the brim with sparkly heart emojis, as well as all of the surprise visits to his agency. he loves your lousy sugar cookies and your seemingly never-ending affection. how you never seem to even think about giving up on him, even if he's, let's be honest, an absolute pain in the ass.

and that's not all. he also loves how good you respond to him; to his touches. how you stare up at him with wide heart eyes whenever he's in the mood and his warm hands begin to stroke your body in a way that means something more. loves how you whimper so softly and mewl like a little kitten whenever he turns you around and mounts you like the big beast he is compared to you; red eyes watching as your pretty nails start clawing at the expensive bed sheet because of his slow, tired rhythm that reaches deep into your heart, soul, womb, but never your brain.

he loves how eager you are to please him. how you have absolutely no problem stroking his ego in the same way you also stroke his cock whenever he asks for it. how you open up for him any place, any time, with no trouble whatsoever; your body so pliant and soft just for him to devour.

he loves how his name sounds broken as you try to moan it out whilst you're bouncing on top of him and he spanks your ass and calls you a dumb slut. how your eyes roll into the back of your head as he pushes forward and puts you in a mating press a moment later. how tears roll down your cheeks as you choke on his length when he asks you to suck him off at the end, and how you accept a hefty amount of inches down your throat even if the mascara and glitter of your pretty make up makes your eyes burn.

and god, he adores how silly you look afterwards; completely fucked out of your ditzy mind as he cradles you to sleep, subtly ignoring how sticky you both are because of all the cum between your legs. you'll shower and change the bedding in the morning. he can't even be bothered to wipe away the sweat from his face, much less move you - that's how tight of a hold you've got on him.

and as he stares down at you, looking at your satisfied smile that's adorning your lips, katsuki thinks you're just so dumb. constantly giggly and almost painfully girlish, you're nothing but an airhead, really. much to everyone's surprise, however, he finds it sort of endearing.

you're his little airhead. and he loves you so much.

reblogs are appreciated <3

[two-white-butterflies]

old money | carlos sainz

Description: He falls in love with a crazy rich asian.

Pairing: carlos sainz/heiress!reader

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Carlos Sainz never felt nervous when he attended press conferences. He never felt nervous before a race - but he felt nervous meeting your family. He grew up in Spain, he's raised in a European way - and you always told him that the Asian way was different.

"Carlito, they'll love you." you comforted him while taking a casual sip of your champagne. He was surprised to enter the airport and find out that his first class seats were upgraded to business class. Courtesy of who your family was. "I don't know how to act around them." he buried his face in the plane provided pillow.

"Hey, we practiced this a thousand times." you added with a playful smile. Your family was going to love him. Yes, he was an outsider but he played a sport that they could actually boast - unlike your sister's boyfriend that was always on reserve. "I'm so nervous," he chuckled.

Carlossainz55: MAD🇪🇸 to SIN🇸🇬 ✈️

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ketchupmustard67: Ariana what r u doing here 😭

kelseyjaja: OMG YOUR IN SINGAPORE???? AAAAAAA

Carlos couldn't believe that you were this rich. He always assumed that money wasn't a problem with you - but he didn't realize that money will never be a problem to you. He tried to buy an apartment in Singapore a few years ago - but he turned it down after realizing how much it costed. After stepping inside your family's penthouse. He couldn't believe how much it costed.

"You're early," your mother smiled - wrapping you in a warm embrace. "Yes, I was under the impression that there's going to be a flight delay - but thank god that there wasn't one." you mumbled, breaking free from her vice-like grip. You leaned into Carlos' body. Placing a hand around his back while you pushed him closer to your mother.

"This is my boyfriend, Carlos." you greeted and he was quick to mumble strings of appreciation. He complimented the house - then your mother's outfit. He was getting all the brownie points.

He let out a sigh of relief when your mother welcomed him inside. He removed his shoes, thanking the maid when she handed him a clean pair of plastic slippers. "We bought this house shortly after Y/N went to college. She's the last one to leave the nest. I was happy because we could finally buy nice things." your mother took a jab at you.

"Feel at home, dinner will start soon." she smiled, leaving the both of you while she walked inside the kitchen.

Carlos was awe-struck.

He adored your mansion in Turks and Caicos. He adored your endless rants about how Bruce Willis used to own the island, but now he couldn't help but adore you. He couldn't help but believe that he was making the right choice - you were humble. He liked that.

"The entire apartment is wow," he whispered in your ears.

"Yep, mama got some help. My grandmother's sister-in-law is an interior designer - but I kinda wished that she asked for my help." you giggled, leaning deeper into his touch.

mysecretaccount55: he met mama's crusty musty dog.

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frederic.arnault: his name is oreo ! - mysecretaccount55: wow i didn't know that 🤣

cheskaarnault: Will be there soon. Please tell mama to wait for us. Sun is still out, dinner is at seven. - mysecretaccount55: nah y u starving me.

notcarlossainz55: Oreo bites 😂 - mysecretaccount55: he has no teeth

Your family was the black sheep of the old money community. You were the only family that seemed to be private and public at the same time. It all started when your older sister, Cheska, married that Arnault guy - it was all anyone could talk about. From Brunei to Palau - all they could talk about was how Frederic's family was the opposite of humble.

'The boy has money, but they're too showy with their wealth.'

'Money can't buy name.'

Your parents assumed that the last hurrah would come from your younger sister, who is currently engaged to a mid-tier basketball player. But they were wrong - because Carlos Sainz was about to enter the frame.

"You play for Ferrari, right?" Frederic inquired while the music faded in the background. "Yes, you were there last time right?" your boyfriend inquired, memorizing Max's complaints about some stuck-up rich dude. "Ahh, oui. It was fun." the man nodded.

"He's not even that kind of french." your younger sister whispers.

You couldn't help but giggle.

Oh, this was going to be eventful.

"That went well," you hummed - walking out of your parent's apartment with newfound joy. "Tiring but surprisingly well," he placed your hand in his pocket.

"I had fun." he smiled.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Can we get smth w cyprus and period secks 👁

Tw afab reader, Cyprus is a fuckin nasty man, with period blood and stuff, dub con,

Cyprus doesn't mind getting messy. The laundry services downstairs are free, after all. He only needs to buy his own washing detergent, which doesn't cost too much as the cheap ones does the job.

You would think that your period would put him off, but he's more of a dog than ever before. He would get excited, your blood would be a natural lube to prepare you with, the air would reek even more of sex and menstrual fluids. Cyprus would go down on you the same, having blood dribble down his chin and all over his chest. He would still fuck you with the same intensity despite having crimson painting all over his body, his bed, your body and even the fucking walls.

He will make you forget about your period migraines and cramps, making you cum over and over again; your body and brain will be molded to the shape of his cock and any pain will be either translated to the pleasure of orgasming or become strongly associated with it. Your uterus would contract tremendously during climaxes and empty its contents quicker. Instead of the usual 5-day shedding, your period will now last on an average of two days. Sometimes even one, because Cyprus literally fucks the uterine lining out of you.

He has an animalistic appetite for your blood clots sliding out of your pussy, you try not to gag when you realized that he would swallow them whole. It's not like you were given a chance to think anyways, he will have you cumming almost every few seconds while slurping up whatever you give him down there.

When he's finally done with you for the day, the room would look like a brutal murder scene. The slaps between his hips and yours were so vigorous that there were splatters of blood that reached the blades of his ceiling fan. Scarlet would paint your body and his as if someone poured a gallon of viscera on the two of you. The sheet that was once dry and off-white is now completely soaked and gored. Blood would crust his fingers and hair.

A triumphant grin would make its way to his handsome face, his teeth were heavily stained red, and his jawline tightened with dried and fresh blood. It's almost like you're looking at a cannibal who has just finished his dinner, he doesn't come close to looking this sanguinary after his most brutal fights.

You would push him away in the end, because his aftercare involves him kissing you on the lips and cuddling. It's gross and nauseating to be covered in rouge like this, but Cyprus doesn't mind. He loves it.

You and he would need to spend the next few hours cleaning up, though. You would be grumpily grumbling as you scrubbed the walls with a wet cloth, trying to get rid of your viscera. Whereas your boyfriend would be whistling to himself, enjoying his day while he balances himself on a step ladder; trying to clean the soiled blades of his ceiling fan.

You're grateful that he would be the one who brings down the bloodied sheets and fabrics because your nervousness and anxiety would make it look like you're trying to cover up a reckless homicide poorly. You couldn't believe that your body expelled that much redness without you dying from blood loss. But then again, it is to be expected. You're squeezing out around 5 days' worth of menstrual blood in a few hours.

It usually takes a few cycles to even get most of it out, his neighbors know that if he's hogging the machines for an unusually long time, that means he managed to fuck his girl during her period. Hence, they would cheer loudly, sometimes the noise even reaching upstairs. Where you would be mortified while mopping up the messy floor.

Cyprus would prepare dishes that mostly consist of lean meat, as he knows you need iron and protein to replace the blood that you lost. He would be happy, praising you as you were such a good girl to him. Cyprus would run you a hot shower, prepare cups of chamomile tea, and massage your back after the sex. Which may or may not lead to him eating you out again, ruining all his hard work to clean the sheets.

Well. At least you get to save money on painkillers and sanitary products.

You sighed, good thing he already told Jane that you're not coming in tomorrow. You don't know if you have the energy to work after that... blood fest. Especially when you're still sitting on your depraved boyfriend's face, his tongue still drilling into your exhausted cunt.

You shuddered every time he licked those sensitive bundles of nerves, frowning at how blood started pooling around his ears and soaking the blanket. You couldn't hop off him, his fingers are digging into the flesh of your thighs, forcing you to use him as a chair.

You hope that no one needs to use the washing machines later tonight.

[deadbydangit]

Hello again, I loved what you did with my ask and it came out really well.

If it's not too much trouble, can I get some fluffy Huntress headcannons? (and yes I am an Uber Huntress simp)

Hey, no judgement here. I hope this is okay. Please enjoy.

Huntress Fluff Headcannons

Anna, despite her simple looking nature, can be very complex.

While it's easy to tell how she's feeling, it's harder to tell what she wants.

When she's happy, you'll know it because she's singing or walking around merely.

When she's angry...

Well, just stay out of her way.

Unless it's attention.

In which case, it's very easy to tell.

She'll give you that sad puppy dog look and lean her head on your shoulder.

Everything else can be a hit or miss.

Most of the time because she doesn't know what she wants.

You have to remember, she raised herself in the woods alone.

She doesn't have a ton of practice when it comes to people helping her.

Anna is perfectly content on taking on the world by herself.

Or ignoring her problems.

Which often causes more problems.

She could be stabbed and totally ignore it.

And if you bring it up to her freaking out?

She'll kind of shrug it off.

Part of that is her wanting to seem tough.

So that she's always in control and can protect you at all costs.

The other part of it is that it really doesn't bother her.

She's a tough lady.

She's going to need someone patient, someone who is willing to teach her that she doesn't have to shoulder the world by herself.

She'll also need someone who can keep up with her physically.

You don't have to be in perfect shape, but you'll need to be able to keep up with her.

Because this lady will not sit still.

Ever.

She's also going to need someone to teach her things most humans find common sense.

Like closing the front door of the house.

Or how to clean her house.

She simply doesn't know.

However, she's a very eager learner and always ready to listen.

You'll never have to worry about being in danger.

Because nobody in their right mind would mess with her.

And she makes sure everyone knows you're with her.

She loves to make you little trinkets or jewelry to wear around.

They all have a symbol of a rabbit on it, clearly displayed.

Her symbol.

And everyone knows her symbol.

Even the most brutal Killers know not to mess with what belongs to Anna.

At times, she can be smothering.

Not that she means to.

She just hasn't had love and comfort for so long.

Now that she finally has it she doesn't want to let it go.

Well words of affirmation might not be her strong suit, she shows all her affection with touch.

Her favorite thing to do is put you on her shoulder so you can see up high.

That, and she's free to use both hands to do something if she needs to and be with you.

It's a win-win.

She frequently copies you, trying to figure out why you do some things.

For example, if you brush your teeth, she'll wait for you to leave the bathroom, take the toothbrush, and try brushing her own teeth.

Everything you do is so amazing and mysterious.

To her, you're so successful in life.

And she wants to be that way too.

She sees it as trying to improve her life.

And, if she can do that, she'll be able to become someone worthy of you.

Being worthy of you is something she frequently worries about.

She'll never say that out loud, but it's obvious from her body language that she is insecure about it.

Make sure each and every day, several times a day, you tell her how much you love her and how much she means to you.

[vaspider]

We got Cap's teeth cleaned and he was scheduled to have 3 lumps removed today.

The lumps got removed, and his teeth are in great shape. They actually found an additional lump (total of 4) and removed that too along with a skin tag. The vet said said it was all super boring, they came out really easily just like would be expected for a benign fatty tumor, no real blood supply to them or anything, and that she doesn't actually think it's even worth testing them. So MK (whose dog Cap is) didn't bother, bc testing them was going to cost her almost $1000, and the vet didn't think it was necessary. It's pretty normal for older shepherd and pittie mixes to develop lumps. He's likely to develop more as he gets older.

He came home (after a ride home when he only wanted to put his head on Emet's shoulder and he her as a prop) still sleepy and wobbly and needing to be carried up stairs bc his legs didn't want to do stairs or jump up on couches, so MK decided to stay down in the living room with him. She dragged her laptop down and lay on the couch after covering him up with his favorite blanket. I'm sure she'll be passed out there in the morning.

Cap will get his stitches out in 10 to 14 days & until then, he isn't allowed to run or play or roughhouse. He's going to hate that part.

[citruslullabies]

i have a ghoulcy request 😩

something with lucy feeling down or depressed due to everything that happened in s1, but bottling it up because she doesn't know how to deal with it (ethics philosophers aren't helping her out this time) and cooper noticing it during their journey.

Trigger warnings: hints at suicidal thoughts, intrusive thoughts, HEAVY SPOILERS

Romantic/platonic?: romantic (can be taken as platonic though)

Requested by: anonymous

Category: angst to fluff kind of

Ship (romantic or platonic): Lucy MacLean x Cooper Howard

Word count: 866

Campfire

Everything had happened so fast.

One day, Lucy had been a happy vaultie who wanted to get married and live the cherry pie life like everyone else. And the very next she was fighting for her life and killing her husband who turned out to be a raider, before having to go on the surface to get her father.

There, she met a few interesting people. The Ghoul, Maximus, and Dr. Wilzig. She unfortunately didn't get to know the doctor for very long, having to saw his head off, and Maximus, she wished she could've kept around longer but unfortunately it wasn't in the cards for her. But now it was only her and Cooper. She didn't even get to have her father back like she planned, she didn't even know if she'd have any of her family back in her life. But now she walked across the wasteland with Cooper and his dog, who was.. well, Wilzig’s.

But she didn't complain, not once. She kept it buried as if it was nothing new - nothing important. But it all hurt.. she walked beside the ghoul, mind wandering off to when she and him first met. If she had known then how her life would've turned out she would've held still for him to aim and fire. Better yet, take his gun now and do it herself. But all she did was have a twitch in her fingers and not dare move any closer. She wondered how her brother was doing, if he was even still alive. She hoped so. If he wasn't then she had truly lost it all.

Cooper was quiet, seeing the sun start to set. They decided to set up camp, and he watched her for a moment as they appreciated a fire for warmth for only a few moments before they'd have to blow it out. She just stared into the flames, as if debating shoving her hands in to feel the closest thing to comforting warmth she'd have felt in months. But she refrained. He rolled his eyes and folded his hands over his stomach while looking unamused.

“Keep starin’ in that fire there and your eyes may as well melt out.” He grumbled, southern accent thick despite the ages. Lucy glanced up at him before turning her gaze back to the flames as if just completely enamored by it. The woman finally responded, knees up to her chest. Her blue vault suit was stained and muddled from shame.

“How do you think fire was made?” “What??”

The older man was taken back, staring at MacLean for a long moment. He was quiet, waiting for Lucy to respond but she never quite did. She wasn't as talkative as she used to be. Wasn't as happy, and he understood why. She has lost everything just like he did. She lost her happy life with a happy family, just like he did.

While a part of him found it humorous, another part of him felt like it wasn't fair for her. He cleared his throat and stared at the sky, his hand tracing the other where her finger was after he cut it clean off her hand.

“Ya know, you remind me of my ex-wife. Always bubblin’ up instead of talkin, keeping secrets that can just swallow you whole. Only difference is yours ain't gonna cost the world,”

He spoke while mumbling the last part, clicking his tongue and grinding his teeth together in thought. He felt awkward talking like this, more open than what he normally would. But he felt now was a greater time than ever. His words caught Lucy’s attention and she pressed her cheek against her knee. “Cost the world??”

It was an understandable question, something that caught her attention. Cooper wasn't much for metaphors so she didn't quite understand.. but he didn't elaborate any further, refusing to. Cooper instead took his hat off and placed it on the young vaulties head, covering her eyes with a flick to the back of his hat.

“G’night, MacLean. Shut your mouth and shut your eyes.” He said, putting the fire out and laying back. It was a strange interaction, probably the closest they ever had. But it was comforting in a way for both of them. Lucy wanted to say something more but she refrained, only getting cozy staring at the brim of his hat that he put on her head and feeling the mutt rest his head on her lap and giving a small tired huff. The whole world was asleep, so it was their turn to follow suit. “..goodnight, Coop.”

In the middle of the night, Cooper woke up and just watched her for a moment. Petting Dogmeat and keeping his eyes open, feeling something he hasn't felt in god knows how long. He tried to justify his actions and concerns but he couldn't for any other reason than he cared more about Lucy than he cares to admit, seeing the good parts of his wife every time he looked at her. But he kept it to himself.

He couldn't keep letting the world tear the things he cares about away. So this time, he won't let his care be known.

Thanks for requesting hon!

[laddersofsweetmisery]

Empty nest syndrome, by Nikki Howard @laddersofsweetmisery

"When I was a little girl I always told myself I wanted to change the world,/but as I was growing and tending to my own gardens of chaos,/

the world got up and changed without me.  

And I missed it.  

I absolutely missed it.  

I missed it somewhere between staring at the ceiling in my mini mouse underwear/  

and studying literature to connect with a world I was unknowingly missing out on./ 

I was so fixated on what was said before me, I didn’t even know anyone was still speaking today.    

The world no longer let me into its closets and began sorting through outfits,/one after the other, and I couldn’t even keep up with the dirty laundry.    

The world never brushed its teeth when told/and it never wore deodorant when we would go downtown.    

The world wore hats to cover up the knots/and masks to disguise its intentions.    

The world wore its shirt inside out and danced in front of mirrors/while its inhabitants burned and crumbled, all to pretend nothing was wrong.    

The world tore its jersey and burned its shoes in the name/of those who felt they were superior enough to own others.  

The world wrapped its scarves around others’ necks,/hanging them from the trees like tire swings.

The world justified its actions with passion, calling out to me,/“This is pride! Be more patriotic or leave!”  

The world gave itself badges that allowed it to trespass and shoot/into the walls, the dogs, and the people, all in the name of peace. 

The world came up with the wildest of stories/to deflect from its own recklessness.  

The world wore gloves that protected it from the atrocity of punishment,/qualified immunity, yelling at the bloodied bodies at its feet, “My hands are clean!”  

The world threw tantrums, throwing its diaper across the room/and smearing its own shit into the walls of the impoverished and called it art, called it success.    

The world took advantage of the donated T-shirts,/resold them at triple the cost and called it seizing an opportunity.    

The world put on a coat during record breaking rising temperatures,/scoffing at me, “It’s not hot. You’re making it up.”    

The world caught itself on fire, did nothing to put it out as Koalas imploded/in the highest of trees, and then stuck me with the medical bills.  

The world wore torn skirts holding up a sign that said,/“I asked for this.”  

The world laughed about it and even cried about it, but still,/the world looked the other way and continued to change without my input.  

In the end, despite my desperate pleas of guidance and understanding,/the world didn’t need me to put on its pants or tell it how to look.  

The world kept telling me I just needed to accept it as it is,/sneering at me, “I thought you believed in body positivity?”  

I needed to accept the weight of the world and understand/that you can lead the world to a garden, but you cannot make it ripen the fruit.   

I just can’t change the world anymore.  

And I miss it.   

I absolutely miss it."

[k9toothsolutions]

Finding Anesthesia-Free Teeth Cleaning for Dogs Near You: A Guide for Pet Owners

When it comes to your dog’s dental health, keeping their teeth clean is crucial for preventing plaque buildup, gum disease, and other oral issues. While traditional dental cleanings typically involve anesthesia, many pet owners are turning to anesthesia-free options for their canine companions. If you’re considering this method and want to find an anesthesia free teeth cleaning for dogs near me, this blog post will guide you through the process, highlighting key factors to consider and how to locate a reputable service provider.

What is Anesthesia-Free Dog Teeth Cleaning?

Anesthesia-free dog teeth cleaning involves a professional cleaning of your dog’s teeth without using general anesthesia. This approach focuses on removing surface plaque and tartar through scaling and polishing while your dog is awake. It’s designed to be a less invasive alternative to traditional dental cleanings, aiming to maintain oral hygiene with fewer risks.

Why Consider Anesthesia-Free Cleaning?

Reduced Risk: By avoiding anesthesia, you eliminate the risks associated with general anesthesia, such as adverse reactions or complications, especially beneficial for older dogs or those with health conditions.

Immediate Recovery: Your dog can return to their normal activities right after the procedure, avoiding the grogginess and disorientation often experienced after anesthesia.

Cost-Effective: Anesthesia-free cleanings are usually less expensive than traditional methods, making dental care more affordable.

Less Stress for Some Dogs: For pets anxious about anesthesia, an anesthesia-free cleaning might be a more comfortable option.

How to Find Anesthesia-Free Teeth Cleaning Services Near You

Start with a Search: Begin by searching online for “anesthesia-free dog teeth cleaning near me” or “anesthesia-free dog dental cleaning [Your City]” to find local providers. Websites like Yelp, Google Reviews, or local pet forums can offer insights and reviews from other pet owners.

Consult Your Veterinarian: Your veterinarian can be a valuable resource for recommending reputable professionals who offer anesthesia-free cleanings. They can also provide guidance on whether this approach is suitable for your dog’s specific dental needs.

Check Local Pet Clinics and Groomers: Some veterinary clinics, pet spas, and grooming salons offer anesthesia-free dental cleaning services. Contact them to inquire about their offerings, procedures, and pricing.

Verify Credentials and Experience: Ensure that the provider you choose is experienced and certified in anesthesia-free dental cleanings. Look for professionals who specialize in canine dental care and have a good track record.

Read Reviews and Testimonials: Look for reviews and testimonials from other pet owners who have used the service. Positive feedback and word-of-mouth recommendations can help you gauge the quality of care.

What to Expect from Anesthesia-Free Teeth Cleaning

Initial Consultation: Many providers offer a preliminary consultation to assess your dog’s dental health and determine if anesthesia-free cleaning is appropriate. This may include an evaluation of your dog’s overall health and dental condition.

The Procedure: During the cleaning, your dog will be gently restrained while the professional uses specialized tools to clean their teeth. The process typically involves scaling to remove plaque and tartar, followed by polishing.

Post-Procedure Care: After the cleaning, you’ll receive advice on maintaining your dog’s dental health at home, including tips on brushing, dental chews, and diet.

Questions to Ask Potential Providers

What is your experience with anesthesia-free dog teeth cleaning? Ensure they have experience and training in performing this specific type of cleaning.

What are the costs involved? Understand the total cost, including any additional fees for services like follow-up appointments or extractions.

What safety measures do you have in place? Inquire about how they handle pet safety and comfort during the procedure.

What is included in the service? Clarify what the cleaning entails and whether it includes a full dental exam or just a basic cleaning.

Preparing Your Dog

Familiarize Your Dog: If possible, help your dog get accustomed to the environment where the cleaning will take place. This can reduce their anxiety and make the process smoother.

Pre-Cleaning Health Check: Have your dog’s health evaluated by your veterinarian to ensure that anesthesia-free cleaning is appropriate and safe.

Conclusion

Finding a reliable provider for anesthesia-free dog teeth cleaning near you can be a great way to maintain your dog’s dental health with fewer risks and a more affordable price. By doing thorough research, consulting with your veterinarian, and considering the factors outlined, you can make an informed decision and ensure your dog receives the best care possible.

K9 Tooth Solutions is founded and owned by Rachel Mercieca. We are one of the first to offer Anesthesia free teeth cleaning in Melbourne and Geelong. Rachel is very passionate about what she does, delivering first-class customer service, and exceeds expectations in Anesthesia free dog teeth cleaning.

[theoddvet]

What 950 dollars at the human dentist will cover for an impacted tooth removal:

One dose of oral benzodiazepines and local anaesthetic blocks - 150 dollars.

The removal and spinning down of my own blood serum to put back into the cavity the tooth was removed from - 150 dollars.

The time it takes to surgically remove one partially erupted tooth - 650 dollars.

What 950 dollars at the vets can cover for a (complex!) dog or cat dental:

A full physical exam and discussion with the owner - normally a 70 dollar appointment time slot.

A blood test to check for illness that may influence the anaesthetic quality, done immediately prior to the procedure in clinic - 150 dollars.

Pre-anaesthetic sedation including pain relief - 90 dollars.

Full general anaesthetic (GA) including monitoring - 450 dollars.

Full dental assessment for decay, pocketing, bone loss, and gingivitis - included in GA fees.

Full dental clean and polish to remove plaque and tartar - included in GA fees.

The removal of up to 16 teeth - around 8-10 dollars a tooth.

Post operative pain relief and rechecks - 30 dollars, free rechecks.

Just a bit of perspective. Vets aren’t money hungry, many of us are struggling to get paid enough to get by. We’re just trying to cover costs and keep the business open and fully functional for the best chance to give animals the medical and preventative care they need.

[cyren-myadd]

Do you have a chapter snippet??

Hey guys, the last two weeks have been really busy for me, so chapter 19 is going to be late. Thank you for your patience and in the mean time, here's a snippet!

Wainfleet hopped off his bed and bounced over to Spider with a big stupid grin on his face. For a moment, Quaritch looked like he was going to say no, but then he heaved a sigh and waved for them to leave. Spider followed Wainfleet out of the room and down the hall, following an arrow that pointed them in the direction of the restroom.

“Maverick’s on the way to making a full recovery, by the way.” Wainfleet said cheerily.

Spider started walking towards the bathroom faster. The last thing he wanted was to put up with small talk from Mr. Clean’s evil twin. “Right… um, who’s Maverick again?”

Wainfleet looked slightly offended. “My dog. You hurt him the night you tried to run away, remember?”

“Oh,” Spider cringed at the memory of snapping jaws and razor sharp fangs. Privately, he wished the dog wasn’t going to make a full recovery. “Look, man, I’m really sorry, I—”

“Don’t look so nervous, kid, I ain’t mad at ya!” Chuckled Wainfleet as he patted him on the back. His big, thick fingers probed uncomfortably over his half-healed lashes. “Besides, you’ve already paid your dues for it, haven’t you?”

Spider shrugged his hand off and doubled his pace towards the bathroom. Why did the damn thing have to be so far away? “Yeah, I guess I have.”

If Wainfleet picked up on the signals that he didn’t want to talk, he must’ve ignored them, because he easily caught up with Spider and continued, “all water under the bridge! By the way, you cost me a lot of money when you ran off. I really believed you when you said you weren’t gonna make a run for it. We had a hell of a time placing bets on you! Ha!”

“Well, I’m glad somebody’s having fun here.” Spider hissed between his clenched teeth.

Wainfleet stopped in his tracks as it finally seemed to dawn on him that Spider wasn’t enjoying their conversation. “Wait, c’mon, kid, I didn’t mean it like that.”

At long last, Spider finally reached the bathroom. He grabbed the door handle, but before he could yank it open and escape Wainfleet’s presence, a big, pale hand slammed it shut. Spider yanked on the door handle, but it was in vain. Wainfleet was just too strong.

“Dude, I’m gonna shit my pants. Let me go already.”

“Just wait a minute, okay?” Wainfleet pleaded.

Spider heaved a long, dramatic sigh before releasing the door handle and turning to face him.

“Look, Miles, I know things have been… hard for you here.”

Spider scoffed.

“But I promise, this really is for the best. I know your dad was pretty harsh on you the other night, but he only does it because he’s scared for you. I’m not supposed to tell you this, but…” Wainfleet glanced around to check if anyone was listening and lowered his voice. “Ardmore didn’t really want him to get you back, especially after the whole fiasco with the court case and him going to prison. Your dad is working really hard to convince her that you’ll be an asset to the RDA, and every time you run off or disobey an order, it gets harder and harder for him to do that.”

“And what happens if he can’t convince her?”

Wainfleet grimaced and poked a finger into Spider’s chest just like Quaritch had done earlier. “Your dad wasn’t just saying all that to be mean. He really is scared for you, so if you don’t listen to him, he has to punish you to keep you in line. Trust me, it hurts him just as much as it hurts you, but he doesn’t have a choice. He’d rather do that to you than let you run wild and end up with the labcoats. So, please, don’t give him a reason to punish you, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t try to run off again.” Spider nodded in agreement while internally his head was reeling with the confirmation that he actually could get dissected or something. As far as he was concerned, Wainfleet had only convinced him even more that he needed to escape.

[muzzlemouths]

Today's warm up drabble comes from my newest brain worms, Starshine Station (radio host au)! Not a full chapter, just something for you to munch on while I continue figuring out what I want to do.

Sun (& Eclipse) Centric // Wordcount: 1960

“Gooooood afternoon, ladies, gents, folks on the fence, and everyone except the lint licker who cut me off on the way into the station today. I sincerely hope that speeding ticket was worth it, honey, cause I just know that Mercedes is already guzzling your pockets by the mile!”

A wuh wuhhh sound effect comes across the speakers, followed quick by a giddy snicker from the announcer himself.

“It's the 20th of March, if you need reminding, and that marks the beautiful start of spring, spring, spring! I don’t know about you, but I love welcoming the season with some good ol’ fashioned deep cleaning. There’s nothing quite like giving the room a good sparkle to your favorite moxie melody, and what better way to kick off the afternoon than with Wanda Jackson's ‘Let's have a Party!’ It’sa classic that’ll see you movin’, groovin’, and having an all around good time while you’re sprucing your place up–”

A silhouette in the office window catches Sun’s attention. His chair whines with the motion of a backward lean to get a proper look at the intern waving him down from the other side of the glass, evidently needing his attention right there and then, despite the clear ON AIR sign flashing red above the door.

Not one to keep anyone waiting, Sun lifts a finger, mouthing a silent ‘one second’, before returning to his mic. “–and you know we're all about having a good time down here at Starshine Station! That’s why our special guest for today is none other than the ace of rock, Montgomery McGator, himself! We’ll hear everything he has to say about the bedazzled band trend here in a moment. For now, turn up those speakers for some Wanda magic!”

The quick press of a button sets his mic to mute and allows him exactly two minutes and nineteen seconds to stretch his legs and see to whatever issue has come up. He opens the door and hardly has his head poked outside of it before the station’s intern (you, evidently) is in front of him, clipboard in hand, with an expression that spells trouble.

“Oh, no,” Sun grimaces, “I know that look, dear. What’s wrong?”

You hate to be the bearer of bad news on any day, but today, you fear it could cost you your job. The issue at hand - something that came up only a moment ago - has your fingers tapping against the wood of the board and your bottom lip tucking between teeth, and you stall for time with a bout of silence, procrastinating the inevitable anger that’s going to come your way as soon as you break the news.

Sun is patient. He always is. But now, even he is peering over his shoulder to check on the remaining time. He turns back with a nervous expression. “Out with it, now,” he urges you, “I haven’t got much time left, flower, so if it isn’t terribly important–”

“Montgomery canceled.” You get it out in one breath, an apologetic whine stirring behind the words, and you’re quick to offer the only excuse you were given before he has a chance to do anything more than balk, “H-He said something about a sick dog, and that he’d try to make it next week, instead, if we could–”

Sun cuts you off with a raised hand and presses the other to his face, exhaling rather loudly, “So not only is he not in the booth next to me, where he’s supposed to have already been for the last half hour, but he isn’t coming in today at all? Did I hear you right?”

You nod, slow and shy.

“Okay.” He says sternly. Another exhale. His shoulders rise with gusto a moment later as his palms come open in a simple ‘what can you do’ gesture, “We’ll just have to find someone else to fill the spot.”

“I–” Another whine escapes you, evidence of your guilt despite the lack of a crime, “I’m really sorry, if I’d known any earlier, trust me, I would have–”

“Please, this isn’t your fault,” another peek inside the booth reveals he has approximately thirty seconds to think of a new plan. When he turns back around it’s with a wide grin and scheming eyes, an expression you don’t enjoy in the slightest - given the way it’s angled right towards you. “However, since it’s technically your responsibility to see that our segments run smoothly–” oh, no, “–why don’t you join me as our special guest instead?”

You shrink in place, gawking, the clipboard hugged tight to your chest, “What? No, no - I couldn’t!”

“Nonsense!” Chirps Sun, already dragging you into the booth by the arm, “I need a guest, you’re right here, it’ll work out just fine!”

“I’m just an intern!”

“And our special guest for the day!” He sits you down in the chair beside his own and hastily parks into his a second after. Ten seconds. His finger goes for the mic button, but you reach for his wrist and catch it just before. He casts you a sideways glance.

“What about Eclipse?” You swallow the heavy lump that’s settled in your throat, “You know they aren’t going to like this, Sun. He and I already aren’t on the best terms.”

Five seconds. “I’ll take care of him,” Sun waves you off with his spare hand, “don’t you worry your little head about it, blossom. Relax for me – and put on a smile! – you’re about to be famous.”

“But–”

His finger lands on the button. “Welcome back, listeners! You’re tuned in to Starshine Station, and that was Let's have a Party!’ from the one and only Wanda Jackson. I’m sure you’re all bustlin’ for a bruising from big man McGator, but it appears his schedule rock and rolled out of our grasp–“ he plays a ba dum tss, then chases it with a sad trombone, ”–but worry not, folks, we’ve got someone special to keep you entertained while we sort things out. Give a big hand to an announcer in training from our very own station!“

Sun adjusts the mic in your direction, gesturing for you to introduce yourself.

Fuck. What are you supposed to do, tell him no? Live on air? “Oh, um, - I’m–” you clear your throat. Telling thousands of viewers your name is harder than chugging dry sand, but you do it, and you do it without making too much of a fool of yourself.

“Our friend here has been with the station for a few months now, already!” Sun tells the audience, “They manage things like a true professional and keep me and Moon from feeling like we’re herding cats with all that needs done in a day, truly, where would we be without them?”

You can’t help it, the heat that crosses your cheeks at his words, and you even manage a shy, bubbling laugh, finding yourself more willing to lean into the mic and reply – that is, until you see a familiar face in the window.

A contrast of blue and yellow, silver cheeks and fifteen pointed rays. There, behind the glass, stood Eclipse.

And he did not look happy.

You’re quick to tap Sun on the shoulder, not daring to point your guest out to him but rather gesturing with a panicked look, and he follows your gaze to see Eclipse - arms crossed, foot tapping - with a look that could kill across his face. Sun doesn’t even flinch. He turns back to the mic.

“You’ll hear more from our esteemed guest here in a moment, but first,” and his eyes flash in Eclipse’s direction, holding there, “let’s hear a Lesley Gore favorite, ‘You don’t own me’,” he meets Eclipse’s scowl with a grin, “then we’ll hear a word from our sponsors. Stay tuned in for more ca-lassic hits!”

A button press has never sounded so deafening. Eclipse leaves the window a moment later.

Sun nods towards the door where, already, you can hear the station manager marching towards the booth, “Come on,” he sighs, “let’s get this over with. He won’t bother us too much, I can only stall with commercials for so long.”

The door slams open before either of you reach it. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” Snaps Eclipse, “Our fans are expecting Montgomery McGator, and you think to bring a rookie on air?”

“I–”

“Monty canceled,” Sun interrupts before the apology is even halfway out, “nothing we could do about it, regretfully. Unless you magically have one of the other Glamrocks on speed-dial.”

The look Eclipse gives you both makes you shrink, and you actively fight the urge to hide behind Sun.

His hand twitches. Once, twice. Then it settles at his hip. “That doesn’t mean you get to bring just anyone in,” he scolds, “we have a reputation to keep, if you kindly remember, and I won’t have it tarnished because you see fit to put an intern on air. What type of calls are you expecting from this interview - inquisitions on how to properly staple papers together?”

You bury the hint of offense deep, deep down, and stomp on the pile for good measure, doing your best not to remind the guy who paid your bills what all you did to keep the station running.

Luckily, Sun doesn’t miss a beat. He’s at your defense long before you have a chance to argue. “They do much more than that,” he corrects with a tut, “you ought to know, it’s you who orders them around like a pack mule, isn’t it?”

Eclipse seethes, steam rising faintly from his cheeks, “I won’t apologize for keeping them busy,” he says, “there’s work that needs done - work that doesn’t involve playing in the sound booth - and I won’t be made the enemy for demanding they do their job.” He stares Sun down, looking stern. Sun holds his gaze without even a blink. Finally, Eclipse sighs and deflates at the shoulders, “They can stay for the interview,” he says “but only because I don’t want you falling through on two promised segments in a row.”

Happy with his win, Sun beams from ear to ear and slaps you between the shoulders, an action that nearly has you stumbling straight into the boss himself.

“But–” Eclipse continues, and he angles himself to look you dead in the eyes, “if you ever think about bringing them in without my permission again, I’ll see to it that both of you are out of a job by evening. Capiche?”

“Of course, of course,” Sun waves a hand, “this is a one-time thing, swear on my soul. A special occasion. Won’t happen again!”

You have no idea how he can be so lax in the face of someone like Eclipse, but if it means getting you off the hook, you aren’t complaining. Even if it meant having to go through with an interview that you are wholly unprepared for.

Either way, Eclipse seems to buy it.

“Mhm,” is all he initially has to say, “you’re back on in twelve. Better make it worthwhile.”

Sun follows him halfway out the door, “It’ll be unforgettable!” He shouts down the hall.

Yeah, unforgettable is what you’re afraid of.

Despite your fears you don’t stop Sun from pulling you back into the chair, and not a moment too soon. The last advertisement ends, and he returns to the crowd as if nothing had ever happened, queueing the next few songs and making small talk as he reintroduces you.

When it comes time to answer questions you’re all but sweating through your company sweatshirt, but his smile is there and it warms you to the core, and you find the words come a little easier, this time. Sun hits the dial.

“Let’s take our first caller.”

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY VIVIENNE *  assorted dialogue from dragon age: inquisition

what a clever device. let’s find out what it unlocks.

you always find such lovely places to explore.

the sooner we’re done here, the better.

i believe our work is done.

this can’t be all of them. there must be more further in.

the entire country reeks of wet dog. how charming.

i can’t do this alone!

don’t be stoic at the expensive of your health.

that would be foolish, wouldn’t it?

a bit late for that now.

there’s something strange about this place.

the cost of this war is staggering.

the deeper we go, the more oppressive it gets.

you really must stop assuming everything is about you.

hm. cover it in gold leaf and it wouldn’t be terrible.

this weather is not ideal for travel in the mountains.

do you expect cleanliness from a group of thugs?

if it crumbles beneath you, be ready to jump.

i’m overwhelmed!

i was just wondering how you imagined your future.

oh, aren’t you precious.

you must not blame yourself. you have done all you could and more.

just keep hitting things, my dear. don’t worry your little head about the rest.

will you put your shiel down? the light glinting off it pierces my eyes.

do make sure you’re still standing when the dust clears.

you have my condolences.

someone’s been busy.

you wouldn’t stand a chance against me.

so much is at stake. why would i leave any of it to someone else?

generous you, giving him a chance at redemption.

you’re a fetching couple, you know.

well, you two seem to make each other happy.

he does have a great sense of fashion, i’ll give him that.

let’s find them.

it’s just mud. mud bothers me as much as your clumsy mockery, which is to say, not at all.

there’s no need to tiptoe.

you presume to know my feelings?

it’s not as simple as you think.

i was concerned about you.

i shall try to suppress my shock.

i find that... peculiar, don’t you?

bathing shows common courtesy to one’s traveling companions.

it is so dry, my fingertips are peeling.

whatever magic rests here, it was drawn straight to you. it’s left you unharmed.

are you still talking?

one does not throw away a tool because it was misused.

it’s disappointing. but perhaps some battles should be left to those more suited.

you are very kind, but you needn’t concern yourself.

don’t be ridiculous.

we should find some way to slow it down.

you are naive and arrogant.

that which makes you different can be a burden or a source of strength. which is up to you.

you visit the most fascinating places.

we are having a perfectly civil conversation.

shall we go? this is a good place to be ambushed.

i hope you brought provisions.

we should proceed with caution.

i am not so quick to judge. see that you give me no reason to feel otherwise.

such snapping for a fish without teeth.

did you clean your weapon after the last fight?

look at all of this! what a pity.

you cannot go shirtless.

more questions. my, aren’t we curious today.

the game is played to the death. like it or not, you are part of it.

far as i’m concerned, my life began there.

one must never be too charming or people lose respect.

you’ve done a fine job thus far, but you could stand to be... slightly more amiable.

i should have brought my fur coat.

you sound as though you pity them.

the water was utterly dreadful, and the lighting was dreary.

every woman will want you. every man will want to be you.

i received a letter the other day.

why are we here again, exactly?

the bandits should thank you.

the trees are actually quite lovely.

it used to be beautiful here.

i assure you there are few pleasures comparable to restoring order with one’s own hand.

i was pleased to have even a small part in the endeavor.

you thought incorrectly.

take your victories where you can.

you really ought to have more fun.

this place has been corrupted. stay alert.