#i took the whole day off work to take care of the vet stuff and the car stuff

[haojun]

Both my cats had to go to the vet today and its going to cost me almost $300 for everything AND i just paid damn near $100 for my car at the shop which isnt bad by any means but i also just paid rent and have my car payment and student loan payment due by saturday and i dont get paid again until next thursday and im just like... fuck... you know????

[qbebou]

i understand why ppl don’t believe quackity rlly didnt know abt the working conditions with the admins, it’s his server, he should be overseeing everything, etc etc. but i think many ppl aren’t taking into consideration how massive of a project the qsmp is and how big the team is. on top of the roleplaying admins (eggs, capys, bunnies) there’s likely lots of offscreen admins, builders, mod devs, writers, artists working on the project as well. it makes total sense to me for q to have hired and trusted ppl to handle parts of quackity studios that he a. didn’t have time for b. didn’t have the experience to make the best decisions for or c. that he just didn’t want to do. at the end of the day q is a content creator and yes that means he also is a businessman and yes he owns quackity studios but he’s also shown himself to be INCREDIBLY busy and things like managing finances, vetting, hiring, and paying out employees takes a lot of time and can go super wrong if he didn’t have the knowledge or experience regarding how to do such things. he’s also shown himself to be pretty hands off with a lot of the server administration stuff, afaik he still isn’t op’d on his own server which makes sense bc he does have a team running things behind the scenes. i worked administration in a small office a while back and we had plenty of miscommunication issues bc my boss didn’t handle every part of his business. he didn’t even know how much i was being paid bc he had hired someone else to do the onboarding, offboarding, and payment for employees. even tho our team consisted of like 13 ppl at any given time, there were still miscommunications. and we were all seeing each other in person! we weren’t even dealing with differing time zones or different languages.

at the end of the day, q is young and inexperienced. he trusted the wrong ppl to handle parts of his business. all we can hope for is that things change for the better, the whole quackity studios team gets paid fair wages, have stress loads taken off of them, and feel safe and comfortable continuing with the project. i rlly hope pommes admin comes back bc the qsmp wouldn’t be the same without her even if another admin took the place of pommes character. idk if lea would want to come back but i feel like the door should be open for her too and she still deserves compensation for the work she did in her time working on the team. i have high hopes that things will get taken care of and some restructuring happens within the company

[goingknowherewastaken]

Oh my god I gotta vent because this is absolute horse shit if I can quote Spock

So the spark notes on the background of this situation:

Took in a stray, unfixed, male cat at the start of the month. Took him to the vet on the 16th they found a microchip BUT the phone number attached to it is disconnected. So not only could they not reach the owner, but they wouldn't do any sort of exam because I'm not the owner. I was advised to do one of two things. One was to drop him off at the county shelter, they would make a found pet listing, hold him for 10 days, then we could request to be first in line for adoption and they'd do all sorts of stuff for us assuming no one claimed him. The other option was we make the listing ourselves and then keep taking care of him for the 10 days. Due to the shelter being over run and not knowing how he'd handle the shelter we opted to keep him in our home.

I made the listing and started the waiting game. 10 days passed and the listing never showed up. I finally called the shelter and got a girl who didn't really know what she was doing and I left the call more confused over what was going on and what I should do. I gave it 2 days and called again on Thursday of this past week. I also made a new listing and waited for it to post. For the call I finally got a helpful person and told me a different timespan from what the first girl said on how long it takes listings to post. But she found my listing, listened to my situation, and helped. She went ahead to try to contact the owner again and if that didn't work then she'd push the listing and gave me her number if it didn't post by the next morning.

Well it posted, but the listing is not my listing. The photo they used is from a prior listing unrelated to mine and some for the info was wrong. However she had made a comment to imply that he'd been in the system for them before so I think he's been turned in there before. But hey it's posted and the 10 days have officially started. However we'll have him in our home for a whole month in a few days so whatever I guess

Not the bullshit situation because there's more

Woke up today to find he had an accident on the floor consisting of bloody diarrhea. Seemed okay otherwise but while I was at work my fiance texted me to say the cat threw up several times within 30min - the first of which included a roundworm. So now we know he has worms (didn't have any signs before), but the fucked up situation is that we're not sure where or if he can be treated right now. Tried the ER vet and all they said was to call my registered vet which was I guess the nice way of saying fuck off. But that leads us back to the vet I went to which didn't want to do any exam because we weren't the owner so why the fuck would they now?

The best I think they'd do is to let me schedule a pending appointment after the 10 days but that's prolonging the time this cat has to suffer worms for.

I just don't know what to fucking do about this situation.

[some-pers0n]

YOU WATCHED GODZILLA MINUS ONE LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

shaking you to talk about it

I need to just..sit and think for a minute. Give me a second..

Okay on my laptop. Now I can think. Spoilers for the movie of course (PLEASE WATCH IT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE)

So the movie is about a war vet, Koichi Shikishima. Shikishima was originally supposed to be a kamikaze jet fighter, but had fled his position last minute by lying about having a malfunction so he could live another day. He was afraid. He loved his family and his life. He wanted to live.

That is the main framing of the movie and the thing I kept coming back to. Shikishima felt nothing but guilt for everything he had done. The movie is more namely about WWII and its effects on Japan. On its people, both physically and mentally. Shikishima was meant to die. He was conscripted, trained, and prepared specifically to go into battle and die serving his country. This came at the end of the war however, when it became abundantly clear that a US invasion was coming. Shikishima did not want to die. He held value with his life. He saw the pointlessness of dying for a crumbling empire and lied.

Godzilla in this is a manifestation of war to me. It represents the might of the atomic bomb obviously, but also the sheer destruction and chaos of it all. It represents oblivion and the firey death that comes with war. It represents trauma. It represents Shikishima's trauma. It is why Shikishima's war still rages on. That thing is still around.

Shikishima blames himself for the event at Odo Island. He sees it as the final nail in the coffin for why he shouldn't exist anymore. He was scared. Like when he ran from his duties, he too could not fire at Godzilla as it attacked innocent people who had families to go home to. Over two dozen good men died that night because Shikishima could not act. Because of Godzilla.

Godzilla is that trauma to me. Shikishima thinks himself as a man who, by all accounts, should be dead. Why was I spared? he thinks. He believes himself as a coward. It's hammered home once he returns and sees his neighbourhood turned to rubble and dying fires. His neighbour, Sumiko, berates him for his inability to fulfill his role, blaming him for the massacre that took place. She repeats back the thoughts he already held: he is a coward. He should not be alive. What more does he have to live for? His family is dead. His inaction killed several people. He is a traitor to his country.

Suicide ideation and an inability to see a point in going on was such a noticeable part of Shikishima's character to me. His trauma and PTSD haunted him for years. He felt so much shame and guilt for what happened on that island.

Yet...he finds a reason to keep going, even if he doesn't realize just how much it means. A girl taking care of a child that is not her own, orphaned by the bomb raids, falls into his care. Soon enough, he makes a life around this girl, Noriko, and the child, Akiko. He gets odd jobs for them. He brings home money and, eventually, secures a nice government job.

I know I'm recapping thus far but also like...holy shit I gotta just lay it out. The movie just is so dense with stuff. Everything connects back to the central themes of trauma, war, and hope in the face of destruction. Everything relating to Shikishima feels so real in the sense that, for a moment, everything seems okay. It's alright. He meets and befriends his crew of people (including Dr. Noda!!! my favourite character, surprising absolutely nobody!) and it looks like things are looking up.

But it resurfaces. This beast. Awakened by the continuing nuclear bomb tests by the US. It shifts and changes, growing stronger. It is fueled by the weapons that were used to destroy and kill. It is war manifest. It is Gojira.

The boat scene was probably my favourite part in the whole movie. Seeing the main cast all work together so hard to try and outrun and wade off this unstoppable force. The CGI is also just wonderful. I still adore how it tries to emulate the flaws of practical effects in this scene in particular. The looming fear of Godzilla as it rapidly approaches them is just...so good. Then, it caps off with a sliver of hope in the form of a battleship from Singapore coming to save them, only for Godzilla to instantly body it via its atomic breath.

It resurfaces and brings back memories of that awful night. Nightmares have haunted Shikishima ever since, but they're only strengthened with Godzilla had returned. He has panic attacks. The once stoic and distant Shikishima crumbles and sobs, panicking and considering more abstract ideas. He does not see himself as alive. He's convinced he died. That none of this is real. That he isn't happy. He isn't alive. He is nothing more than a dead man who, despite anything, lives on for no real purpose.

It further hammers into him that there's no real reason to keep going like that when Noriko is swept away by the blast when Godzilla attacks Tokyo. That scene with him watching as Godzilla marvels in its destruction, screaming and yelling over the death of the person he loves. Death, trauma, war. It towers over him, shrouded in a cloud of ash and smoke and glowing a radioactive blue.

He agrees to Dr. Noda's plan to stop Godzilla, but mainly as a way for him to finally do what he always thought he was meant to do. Akiko, what is virtually his daughter in the eyes of everyone but himself, constantly broke my heart man. She loves him. She calls him daddy. She calls Noriko mommy. They're family. They're something for him to live for.

The night before Shikishima leaves to go and fulfill the role of a kamikaze, taking Godzilla down with himself, Akiko draws him a picture of their family. She cries. She wants her mother back. Why isn't she back? Where is she? Why can't daddy bring her back? It's not fair.

That scene just...hurt me so much. I can't describe it honestly. A lot of scenes with Shikishima grieving and processing his trauma cut deep, but seeing Akiko cry and Shikishima, a man who will be all but alive the next day, try and console her while still thinking about how he's gonna die... Jesus fuck man. The movie is evil.

The climax is fun, yet incredibly tense. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. I knew that they would all be fine in the end and that Shikishima obviously must have had an eject seat installed, but I couldn't help but be engrossed into it. I think what mainly got me was seeing the citizens work together. It was emblematic of what I think is the overall message of the movie: hope. Hope to keep living. You cannot take on trauma by yourself and need a whole slew of people to support you.

Shikishima, in that fighter plane that was meant to a battle that never was, soars into the mouth of Godzilla mere seconds before it fires upon the ships. Right before the ship reaches, he pulls the eject button and survives. He...found his reason to keep going. Even if Noriko is gone, he wants to live. Even if the trauma may not fully be defeated, he wants to live. He needs to live, not just for Akiko, but for his friends. For himself. To let it known that Godzilla itself cannot take him down. He will persist in the face of oblivion manifest.

It's such an amazing movie okay? I'm just left in absolute awe at it. This and Shin Godzilla are so great. I loved Shin's portrayal of the incapability of the Japanese government in the face of disaster, namely taking inspiration from the ever-evolving disaster of the earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear meltdown. Minus One however shows the toll of trauma and war on the population. It effects the people. While Shin Godzilla is a satire of the government, Minus One Godzilla shows the horrors of being an ordinary person during it all.

Minus One Godzilla is horrifying. Every time it pops up I feel nothing but dread. I read somewhere that it's one of the smaller Godzilla designs, but honestly I don't think that took away from it whatsoever. Its staying presence is so strong that I can't honestly see it as being weak or tiny for it.

The movie's constant themes and message of moving past trauma and living in spite of everything is just so powerful too. There is so much good in life. You cannot let war and hopelessness consume you. You need to keep moving forward. The final confrontation of Godzilla is emblematic of it all. It's so good man. I love this movie so so so very much...

[esleep]

i am having the most ridiculously, cartoonishly bad day that i think i have ever had and i am going to be pitiful about it for a minute okay. if you read this i hope it makes your day seem much better by comparison, in fact i am pretty confident it will do that for you. it's probably a little funny also if you are not me.

testimonials: "my jaw fully dropped and stayed open the entire time, jesus christ" -shannon in reply to the 3+ minute rambling video i sent her about all of this.

here is my sordid tale, for those brave of heart and strong of stomach.

i woke up at 4 AM while having both a migraine and an anxiety attack (being around my family for extended periods will do that). i was unable to go back to sleep for multiple hours. my morning work alarm went off less than an hour after i finally drifted back off.

at work i spent 10 hours trying to catch up on a bunch of bullshit, because it was my first day back after a week and a half of hastily-arranged sick leave so i could be with my dying grandfather.

midway through my morning, i remember that last night i found a weird open sore on the back of my cat's neck, which i need to call a vet to get checked out IMMEDIATELY after work since i am supposed to be bringing a kitten home on Sunday and I do not want to bring him into a house full of ringworm or some other weird skin infection.

i start looking around online. looks like the only place anywhere nearby that will accept walk-ins AND is open after i get off work at 6 is the veterinary urgent care across town. cool. i call. they tell me their base exam cost is $110 and any treatments go on top of that. i wince and grimly make an appointment for 7 this evening.

at this point it is around noon and my stomach hurts. it's been hurting this whole time but i had kinda let it fade into the background because i thought it was just part of the anxiety. however it has been getting slowly stronger until it finally dawns on me that i am having period cramps. ten days early. cool and nice. i also do still have the migraine, thank you for asking.

i finish my work day at 6, then remember something crucial: rent. i go to bring my rent check physically to the landlord's office since i got back into town too late to mail it, and my landlord is so old school i can only pay by physical check or money order (online portal? never heard of her). the office is already closed, and they don't have a night drop available right now because their actual office was firebombed six months ago (lmao) and it's still being rebuilt so their temporary "office" is just a trailer. i panic-call my landlord, who says i can leave the check if i can manage to stuff it far enough into the door that no one can see it. i try my best. this takes a million years. the entire time i am worrying that i will be late to the vet.

we finally make it to the appointment. things seem to be going well at first - we are alone in the waiting room while i fill out my paperwork, ivy is mostly chill (shockingly). when we are brought to a room she even lets me feed her a churu through her carrier door, a decision i soon came to deeply regret. we'll get to that.

this is the first vet i've ever been to where they fully take your animal away from the "exam room" where you are supposed to wait and into a back area to examine and treat them, presumably because their protocol is built around much more severe illnesses and traumas. predictably, ivy did not like this very much. i nervously told the tech who took her away that if they had too much trouble with her, they were welcome to come and get me, because she usually behaves more for me than for anyone else. i can hear her yowling from the room where i have been told to wait, while i am staring down a sign that says "FOR YOUR SAFETY - PLEASE STAY HERE WHILE WE EXAMINE YOUR PET". it may be a liability thing for them, idk, but it is truly not my safety i am concerned about at this moment. it's not my cat's safety, either. those yowls are war cries. the beast seeks blood.

the vet comes in. he seems like a nice man. he tells me gently that he's having some trouble getting a good look at the sore because ivy is so upset (you don't say). i tell him i am happy to help them corral her, but also, i have a photo of it on my phone if he would like to look at that. he is delighted. i show him the blurry photo i took last night. he is less delighted. essentially, he tells me, this is most likely either an allergy flare-up, an infection/abscess, or possibly (least likely) ringworm. we agree on a three-pronged approach: one antibiotic shot and one steroid shot tonight, plus a tube of ointment to come home with me that i will apply once or twice a day ("whatever you can manage" he told me while nervously glancing at the door that separates us from my pet demon in the treatment room). this ointment contains more steroid and antibiotic, plus an anti-fungal, and it should help kick whatever is going on even if we can't positively identify it. he says if it gets worse or doesn't heal, or if she develops more of them, bring her back.

next to come in is a slightly wild-eyed vet tech who tells me that ivy has been attacking them all pretty badly (shocking) so they had to net her (okay that's a new one). during this process, she shit liquid diarrhea all over herself and them. after they gave her the necessary injections and tossed her from the net back into the carrier, "the poop went in with her" were the tech's exact words. she handed me a cloth and a spray bottle of disinfectant and basically told me i could stay in here as long as i needed to get the carrier cleaned up, but she couldn't stay in the room to help me because my cat is such a menace to society. that is fine. i would rather face her wrath on my own anyway.

they were not exaggerating when they told me she was absolutely covered in shit. that churu really lubricated the pipes or something because it is a frankly concerning amount of feces. her bed and blanket inside the carrier are beyond redemption. i don't really care too much about that - i've owned cats for two decades, i am wise enough not to keep anything i'm emotionally attached to inside the carrier. i am also not very squeamish about cleaning up a little poop. but what really gets to me this time is the smell. it is absolutely unholy. this is not regular cat shit smell, this is like satan's afterbirth. beyond just what's in the carrier, there is shit matted into ivy's fur all throughout her back half and a little toward the front too. she looks pitiful. but she walks out of the carrier so calmly when i open the door, almost like she's trying to preserve what dignity she can. i don't blame her. she's had a bad night.

i do what i can with the carrier to make it transportable, then go out to pay the staggering $365 that i owe for this ongoing nightmare. it is now nearly 9 pm. we've been here for two hours. i am exhausted like someone who has been to war. the extremely young boy they have running the front desk takes forever to figure out how to apply my Scratchpay (which i had to hastily apply for in the exam room), and meanwhile the smell that is coming off both me and my cat is like nothing i have ever experienced. it's freshly shocking to me every time i inhale. it's the kind of smell you never really acclimate to. i am pretty sure i have actually died and gone to hell without noticing the trip.

i bring the cat home (windows down, by necessity, praying it doesn't start raining again like it has been all day). i take her directly to the bathtub - do not pass go, do not collect $200. then i have the joy and privilege of giving her a bath in the tub. with dish soap. because that is all i have available and this is a bit too much of an emergency for me to doordash some cat shampoo. considering my cat's temperament, this goes about as well as you can imagine. by the end, the cat and i are pretty much equally wet, but at least she is mostly clean. i consider showering myself off while fully clothed, but decide against it for the sake of my bra, which is somehow the only thing still dry and untouched.

i am still a little bit in shock at how absolutely horrendous and LONG every aspect of this day has been. i need a xanax, $10,000 USD, a massage, and a handle of whiskey. i will be receiving none of that. goodnight.

[deregirls]

Ok since bitches wanna say I'm lying, here's everything my roommate has done:

Took a five day trip a bit after we moved. We were struggling to pay rent and they took the whole week off work. All they talked about was how they were going to have sex. I had to pay their part of rent so they could have a booty call. They are now frequently guilt tripping and shitting on my fiance and i for taking theme park trips. We have season passes and don't have to pay for hotels bc my fiance has friends near the parks.

FREQUENTLY bought useless shit while we were struggling. I recall one case where we were freaking out about rent for the month and they bought a 200 dollar vibrator. When we were trying to save after this move they got tattoo after tattoo. My fiance and I've had to cover their rent MANY times while they bought useless shit.

I ate a SINGLE BAG for their pizza rolls. I thought they were everyone's bc every bag we got before that was everyone. They verbally abused me over this, stole some things from me, and caused me to develop an eating disorder bc i was so fucking scared to eat thinking they might abuse me. I've lost 30 pounds because they couldn't just ask me to buy another fucking bag.

Constantly. CONSTANTLY, they would get snippy and mean with me. For no reason.

When we had food stamps, they would send us mile long lists of food. We usually spent more on them then the two of us combined. When we no longer qualified bc of my fiances job paying more and they had food stamps, they wouldn't buy us a thing. They kept everything they bought in their room and almost never shared.

They guilted us into getting a cat. We were only allowed 2 cats prior our lease and already had 2. The processed to never pay for food or litter, maybe bought toys once, never fed them, never cleaned out the litter boxes, never did anything. They were never home to play with him. When we asked them to stay and care for the cats for 3 DAYS so we could go on our anniversary trip, they complained. They did nothing for this cat. When we kicked them out, they wanted to keep him despite him being bonded to the other cats, not recognizing them, not moving well, and their boyfriend's family having aggressive cats and not believing in vet care.

After i went to the psych ward and got fired for it, i was very obviously EXTREMELY depressed. They judged and criticized me for not doing a whole lot. (Btw when my fiance was on a trip i did the dishes and packed some)

Speaking of that trip, my fiance asked them to stay home while they were gone bc i do not do well being home alone. They did not even once say HI to me. Even when i said hi first.

Has not helped with the move at all (which is insane since they gave me shit for not packing while so depressed i couldn't move and almost had to go to the psych ward again). WE had to move THEIR heavy stuff out of their room. While we were sweating and slaving, getting sick, nearly passing out, in so much pain we couldn't WALK, they were at work (i called off btw!!!) And then cozy at their boyfriend's house.

Claimed THEY don't feel safe/comfortable at home when THEY are the one who gave me an ED. They only don't feel safe bc i stand up for myself

They fake did. Plain and simple. They're faking. If they aren't, they're LYING about their alters role. They told my fiance their partner has sex with their little and when they said "uuhhh that's a a child" the alter magically changed to just being shy the next day. Ok.

We had a hearing a week or so ago bc our landlords screwed up, and my fiance and i (both disabled to the point of needing mobility aids) sat down before them. They scoffed and rolled their eyes.

They got mad when i invited my family over. While we were playing Jackbox they were clearly not having fun and brought down the mood. Also afterwards they sent a very aggressive text in the household GC.

When we were at Cedar Point, we rode a family ride with some kids that were...admittedly loud but they're KIDS. After we got off the ride, they said FAIRLY LOUDLY that they want to hit the kids.

There's. So much more but I'm too fucking tired and I'm almost home from work.

[hangonimevolving]

Spring 2024: It was a time of activity, it was a time of illness… but ultimately, a time of achievements.

So now, we find ourselves in early 2024. Vev’s 11th bday was more or less a non-event (at his own request) — except for us getting goofy and decorating our house with some salvaged decorations that he shamelessly stole after a work event. They were too perfect for Vev—- Pan Am theme!

(It occurs to me that I didn’t post anything about Dey’s 9th birthday, which was in December 2023. Oops, sorry Dey. Here, let me find a picture. We did celebrate it…somehow 😂)

Ok look - we DID do something. The reason I don’t remember is bc he pretty much tore into those Lego sets and was engrossed in building the entire day. Anyway.

Back to Feb 2024 and onward. The kids had a random half-day of school, and so happened that Dr. Spouse was asked by a local news affiliate to film a news segment on brain health - so I decided to take the kids down to the hospital and get a hands-on lesson on both healthcare and journalism. It was a fun and exciting little field trip!

Somewhere around this time, the kids had their respective Field Days at school. I was room parent for Vev’s room last year along with another friend, so I was heavily involved in organizing his class’ Field Day stuff - but I was on site and cheering for both kids, as was daddice for as much as he could manage.

March rolled in, and alas - minor disaster struck. Vev came down with what we thought was a cold… then he got a fever…and then, he was just very, very sick with flu-like symptoms including HIGH 104+ fevers, severe coughing and respiratory congestion, loss of appetite, and overall misery… for TWO WEEKS STRAIGHT. He missed 10 consecutive days of school and was just miserable for weeks - and we were too. Poor kiddo. I was juggling taking care of Dey, keeping him healthy and getting him off to/from school, along with nursing Vev, escorting him to (nightmarish and fury-inducing) pediatrician appointments (long story), sleeping in his room at night to help him get comfortable, overseeing round the clock meds and nebulizer treatments, and being a go-between for him, his teacher, and the school principal to keep him up to date on work. It was a LOT.

Thankfully, spring break immediately followed his two-week confinement, which gave him more time to recuperate - and even gave us a short getaway to Clearwater Beach for a few days once he was really feeling better.

Soon, it was April, then May. We were busy with lots of activities, including numerous Speech and Debate tournaments, and some medals won! I enjoyed volunteering as a judge for these tournaments. We also took a drive down to Ft. Lauderdale to see one of Vev’s drawings from Art class at school that was featured in a local art show for public school kids.

We had some other ups and downs in this time. Both cars were due for vet checkups….. always a time of hijinks and nerves (more for me than the cats). Pixel in particular had some adventures this year - due to her outstanding behavior 🤪 the vet prescribed her some gabapentin to “help her relax” during her physical exam. She was high as a kite.

An era came to an end. On May 5th, Dr. Spouse’s trusty 2014 Tesla Model S died a sudden and very peaceful (almost suspiciously peaceful) death, parked at the front of the kids’ Kumon center. Though the reality was hard to accept, we soon came to terms that we’d have to trade it in and lease a new car. So we all went to bid a final adieu to Red Flyer, aka “Lightning McQueen,” and welcome home Red Flyer 2.

Then, it was JUNE! And the end of the school year.was upon us. We were VERY proud of Dey for an awesome year at school, and of Vev for completing 5th grade, which in our community is a mini-graduation, as the kids head off to a whole new middle school in the fall!

So! This takes us to June 2024, and the end of the school year. Up next will be a synopsis of Summer 2024, which entailed some exciting travel, a bevy of summer camp adventures, and more. One final thought here - maybe it’s my paranoid mom brain, but I feel like this was a Vev-focused post, and I am concerned it looks like I don’t pay as much attention to Dey. But that couldn’t be further from the truth! Dey is everything, everywhere, all over at once - and even if one wanted to ignore him (which I don’t!) it would be impossible, bc he is a total cartoon, and keeps us laughing nonstop 😜 So I’ll make sure to bump up the Dey content in the next post!

[reneegayde]

I'm chickening out on posting this on Facebook for our city to see, but I was recently fired from my job as a zookeeper at a small petting zoo and 300+ bird aviary and have this whole 1k word rant that I just have to get out of my system

tw for animal abuse and just poor care for animals in general

It’s been a few weeks now since I was fired from the park. I've been trying to collect my thoughts and say something, because we all know I can't keep my mouth shut. So here goes.

For those of you who don't know, I was one of the zookeepers at the park for the last two and a half years. If you know me, you know that working with animals is pretty much a dream job for me. And working with them was great, but the level of care we were able to provide was significantly lacking. The number of times we had a sick or injured animal that needed vet care, only to be told to wait it out or not get it care all together, was absolutely inexcusable. I understand not being able to afford more extensive care for every animal (as we were told countless times) but when an animal is severely injured or dying, the humane thing to do in a case like that is put the animal down if you aren't going to pay for treatment.

One of the hardest ones most recently was a chicken. I know, “just” a chicken. This chicken was weak and paralyzed, skin and bones, but lively otherwise. It couldn't move, couldn't sit up, and we did our best to keep her comfortable and eating for over a MONTH without being allowed to take her to the vet. We just got her some vitamins and electrolytes and had to hope for the best. After over a month, and having to have someone who could more properly care for her take her, she finally died. Whatever she had was likely contagious, as we had a few other chickens with similar symptoms, a few of which also died.

There were days with the new superintendent that we were entirely out of food. Food for the foxes, pellets for the birds, sometimes even produce for the petting zoo (and birds, who got the fresher stuff). If anyone asked about it, we weren't answered. We weren't answered about a lot of things. Communication was practically non-existent.

Something that gnawed at me for another month was our white fox, Bolt. We were given no indication that we were getting him until he was brought to the park. We had nothing prepared for him. We had to keep him in a dog crate in the kitchen, where he spent 18+ hours a day, worked up and pacing. He was stressed out, nearly impossible to handle, and any work that we did manage to do with him was pretty much erased every time we moved him back and forth from the kitchen to an outside enclosure every day. Now he’s finally outside permanently and is thriving.

That took a USDA complaint, though. A few months ago, I contacted the USDA with my concerns about Bolt, and a few other things. When they came for an inspection, I was forced to leave from the walkthrough. I was told by our superintendent that I didn't need to be there (waved off, even, like I was shooed away), even though I have just as much of a reason to be there as anyone else. I took care of the animals too.

I got a write up for contacting them. Apparently, I was supposed to tell someone I was contacting them, so they could tell me not to contact them. I was furious, but it was worth it for the animals sake. Anyone could see how absolutely inhumane the conditions we had to keep the fox in were. This is where things went downhill, I expect.

The Friday before I got fired, I asked for a meeting. I brought up some concerns with a coworker. I mentioned they were affecting me mentally. I asked if there could be some schedule adjustments made to deal with it. I never got much of a straight answer, just the sort of empty words that higher-ups say to make it seem like they care.

I was asked on the following Monday (my day off) to come in for a zoo meeting, which I didn't mind doing because it was the only day that I was the only one of us that was off. I was asked to come in earlier than the meeting to “go over what was said Friday.”

I was fired. I was told I was disrespectful. If being outspoken and advocating for the animals I cared for is disrespectful, then whatever, I guess. Otherwise I don't have any clue at all what I could have done that was worth firing me so suddenly over. My issues raised about the coworker were dismissed; I was told I didn't need to be working there if it affected me so much. I was told that this had been inevitable. They had been planning to fire me already anyway.

I've been depressed and rotting in bed for the last few weeks and looking for similar jobs so I can go back to doing what I love. Hopefully somewhere where I can feel like I'm actually doing good work. Somewhere I can feel valued. Somewhere that doesn't sweep concerns out the door.

I think about every animal we lost from preventable circumstances a lot, and how we could have done better for so many other animals we had.

I sincerely hope things change there.

[the-firebird69]

So they're getting their asses kicked and they're putting stuff out that's blast furnace talking smack about things that they're promoting they're bothering each other and they like doing it the bothering us is damned annoying we can't stand them and we decide to do something so we are now currently doing things what we're up to us we're destroying them and the crap in the way and there's a lot of them and we've been doing it but now we're putting some effort into it it's it's way overboard the stuff they're doing is so dumb it takes so long to get anything accomplished and they're coming to works of what we're trying to do and we just can't have it.

-but that said the pseudo empire is on the route to go after them and they are making a nonsensical noises and farting burping and all that all over town to say they don't care or if that's their return to action and a whole bunch of where Vietnam vets and where pigs and that's what they're saying and what they mean is they're going to take it out and start shooting people and mostly they get ignored

This morning we're not going to ignore them it's because they're bothering our son and it's bothering me what they're doing is bothering me to get rid of them but we're going to do that not because of them it's because they're ready to do so and we've said it before and it seems like other people are having to say it in the pissed off and you know they have some stance and it's true but the attack last night there's tons of blood huge numbers of bugs went up there giant numbers but more luck were killed they were preaching the other bunkers it was 30% on top of the 20% and everything inside is devastated and disgusting Mass it's becoming an ecological disaster but it's pretty much localized only about 700 ft underground and it won't take the time at all those other things happening but we have to put up with this stupid s*** them saying this dumb crap and it wasn't happening much and it's like a threat and they just have to do it and it was horrible we said we can't stand you either you're just sitting there annoying people to f*** you up. Just a damn shame we don't have patience for it they told you a million times what do you think we're going to do same with this idiot that idiot's almost gone it is ridiculous where deadly enemy you guys come running up to us and say go ahead make my day do whatever you like and then you start pestering us to do it it's disgustingly stupid Trump and Stan Ken and Justin and Michael too is the worst you people are so dumb you want us to handle your hands back everyday and you don't notice it she just keep doing it. There's a lot of stuff going on and you people are very dumb and yeah BG keeps correcting his vision he's the one with a glasses and stuff and you're stupid and keep on haring our son it doesn't matter if he does it or not he says clueless f*** too he backed completely off and it's in there blabbing the stuff it's very true and he's a stupid a****** to our son that guy's got to go.

-we're going around and we're going to pick up people but today we have a program that's going on here it's going to be effective and the pseudo empire does too but boy they slow and lazy and they're getting wiped out and those bunkers fall they have a series of bunkers around the world that will be attacked and the match save the aquifer will refill with bugs in the hood everybody else.. at this point they're tired of the effects took a long time for them to become ripe. Some of them haven't changed like Trump he's an idiot other people are ready to stop growing and shrinking real fast and still retaining their injuries.

-we're moving out here and we're going to do some work I'm going to take care of some business there's a lot of you that need attitude adjustment we're going ahead and doing it in a few moments the pseudo empire is going to come in too and beat the s*** out of you and I noticed too that you're trying to become the sheriff over there and there's a lot of stuff they have to do but they're doing it real quick you can't stand you you're so dumb and it's going to be over soon in just a few minutes they are going to be upon you and you're on trial today several of you. Well you're trying to go somewhere because you're on trial elsewhere.

-we have a program but really you and your assholes are building up for another attack on their bases and they were forced down here and there's a whole bunch of them taking you down and they are taking it down in town and they're going to prevent you from attacking today that's what's going on

Thor Freya

Olympus

[eeveelotions]

a life update

cw/tw, pet death mention, depression, suicidal thoughts, toxic home relationship

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so. I've kinda dropped off since the new year. been meaning to update you guys (gender neutral) but, well. it's been hard. so let me give you a summary of the first twelve days of 2023 for me

-girldriend broke up with me

-my own words caused a best friend to stop being friends with me. it's my fault. maybe if I apologized and begged, I could fix it.

-two weeks ago, on a Monday, the day classes for school started, I took my cat and emotional Support animal, Alfred, to the vet in-between classes

-alfred already had hypothyroidism, high blood pressure and kidney disease, and was on approximately three meds (two pills and a packrt of gel stuff for his kidneys)

-at the vet, they determined he has pancreatitis, hip and back arthritis (which is why he sits and walks weird), and one of his few remaining teeth is starting to go bad

-pancreatitis, I could handle. another pill, no problem, it's fine

-but the arthritis. he's in pain, and has been for I don't know how long.

-the only pain medicine is a shot they give him, which is 75 dollars once a month, not including the price of his other medications, wet cat food from lack of teeth, and check ups

-so, I. I made the decision, and I'm putting him down March 14th. its spring break, a Tuesday, so I can spend one full day with him, and not miss work or school while grieving

-we went back and forth for about an hour before I blew up, saying I was managing it, I was going to keep him comfortable while I processed it, then went to class

-went home, told my mom. she yelled at me, said I was being selfish for keeping him alive for so long. made me feel guilty for considering cremation, I wasn't being fair to Alfred

-two days of peace while my uncle was visiting

-thursday morning before class. I came downstairs, we talked, normal. then she said that it seemed like I cared more about my cat dying than when my grandma, her mother passed in 2021.

-for context, I was close with my grandmother. I visited her once or twice a month for almost a year prior to her passing, and it was incredibly hard on me. I took the whole week leading up to the funeral off of work.

-i guess my mom didn't remember, because she had the AUDACITY to tell me I didn't take a grieving period for my grandma, then she got upset when I said "how dare you"

-then I went off to class, and texted a friend whom had offered to let me move in with their family in the past, if the offer was still on the table and how it would work.

-ive lived here for two weeks now. it's a longer commute to and from work and school, but I havent been yelled at in two weeks as of tomorrow

-prior to 2023, I lost two cats in 2022. Family cat Smokey in August, baby 2yo kitten Princess in October.

-march 14th, the day I'm putting and have scheduled to put Alfred down, is eight days before my birthday.

-i still have class and homework. I have a comm I need to finish, and the person has been so understanding, but I feel awful

-i can't write. I've tried. gods, I've tried. I'm adding small tidbits onto current drafts, but it's so hard. I can't handle angst at all, and that puts several projects on hiatus

-im crying every few days because it hits me that my best friend, my constant companion, will be gone in less than two months

-Alfred is 12ish, I've had him for four years. five in August, but he. won't be here then.

-he was a rescue, so I don't know his true age. everyone, vet included, thinks he may be older.

-vet said nobody would judge me for my decision, and based on Alfred's medical condition and chart, I wasn't making a wrong one

-ive never had to put a cat, or any pet, down before. never had to make the decision myself.

-ive struggled with suicidal thoughts and major anxiety the past few weeks. I'm trying my hbest, but.

-im tired.

tldr: my life is going to hell and will be hell well into the year, and I'm sorry about the sudden halt of fics and posting. I'll try to write what I can when I can, but. no promises, unfortunately

if you got this far, thanks. I appreciate it.

[tf2-hellhole]

can we get some fluffy tf2 headcannons? giving you full creative liberty over this one! :)

Idk if you meant tf2 x reader headcanons or just general head canons, so I did two sections for each merc; the first point is a general headcanon, the second is X Reader.

sorry this took forEEEEEEEEVER, I was just experiencing burnout and working on a prize for a contest on my server (BTW WE HAVE A NEW DRAWING CONTEST GO CHECK IT OUT)

Scout:

Scout is actually really self-concious about his intelligence. He’s not very bright and he knows it, and it makes him feel horrible. He had flunked out of high school and struggled in most of his core classes. He honestly feels really stupid and he hates when people point it out. But luckily for him, a lot of the other mercs understand what it’s like to be looked down upon and empathize with him. Quite a few of them help him relearn the skills he never mastered in school. Engie helps him with math, Spy sometimes helps him with writing, and even Pyro has him read children’s books to them to improve his reading.

Scout absolutely loves little casual dates. Stuff like going out to eat lunch, going to the movies, maybe just cuddling up in his quarters and watching a movie. He tries to plan one every week. His dream date is taking you back to Boston to meet his family and go to a Red Sox game. But obviously, since you’re both in New Mexico at the time, he’s going to have to shelve that dream for a few years.

Soldier:

Soldier is an excellent raccoon dad. At first, the other mercenaries thought they’d all end up dead by the end of the month when he first found them. But surprisingly, they are are very well cared for. They’re all fed regularly and basically have his entire assigned quarters to themselves. He loves every single one of them dearly, even the ones that hiss and scratch him every time. The raccoons, at least some of them, are kind of like weird, quiet dogs, and actually get along pretty well with most of the other mercenaries.

Soldier is a surprisingly very physically affectionate partner, and he’s not at all opposed to PDA. He loves hand holding, cheek kisses, cuddles, the whole nine yards. Whenever he’s particularly excited, he loves to run up to you, scoop you up into his arms, and press a hard, sloppy kiss to your lips. Of course, he’s careful to not hurt you, but he’s a very intense, emotional guy and he needs to express all that love he has for you!

Pyro:

Pyro is and excellent listener, so they’re a person a lot of the other mercenaries depend on to vent. Demo often comes to them to vent about his emotions, Scout, Sniper, or Medic will rant about what’s bothering them, and even Engineer will talk about his stress. And of course, Pyro doesn’t understand a lot of what is told to them, but they’re still happy to help them feel a little better, and they would happily do it a hundred times over to make their friends feel better.

Pyro has a hobby of baking and making candy/treats, and they love sharing everything they make with you. When they first gave you a treat, you honestly thought it’d be burnt or bad in some other way. But to your surprise, it was amazing! They’re actually and excellent cook, but they just love making sweet things the best. They’ll make you just about anything you could ask for without hesitation, but they’re best at making anything sweet.

Demo:

Demo obviously has the potential to pretty emotional when he’s drunk, there’s no doubt about that. But on the off-chance that he’s sober, he’s actually pretty sweet and considerate. Though he still is a rough-housing joker, he’s much more considerate of his friends’ feelings and has deeper and more meaningful conversations with them. He often likes to go to bars with his friends and co-workers on ceasefire weekends, having lots of fun conversation, drinking together, and generally causing chaos around town.

Demo, to put it simply, doesn’t like himself. He’s critical of everything, from his skills to race, because people have always put him down about them. His mother told him he’s lazy and unskilled too many times to count, just everyone makes fun of his eye, and many have made fun of his skin color. But you make him feel so much better about himself. Just the fact that someone so kind and gorgeous is actually with him makes him feel like he’s not as horrible as he thought. There’s been a couple of times where you’ve accidentally almost brought him to tears with a sweet compliment or show of affection, because he never thought in a million years that someone would love him and care for him like you do. He feels so blessed that he has someone like you.

Heavy:

I know the fandom’s decided that Engie is the Team Mom and makes the food, but I also think that Heavy cooks a lot too. He makes all of his own food, so he often makes a lot of extras to feed the team because a lot of them just eat junk food and Medic’s always complaining about their eating habits. Heavy often takes like half the food for himself (he does have a huge appetite and loves food, so he likes to take a lot) and just boxes up the leftover portions and leaves them in the fridge for the team to take. He says he’s only doing it because they can’t work properly if they’re unhealthy, but he also does it because he cares about their health. A little bit.

At first, you wouldn’t think Heavy’s the most cuddly guy. But surprise, he actually loves giving and receiving physical affection. He just doesn’t show it often out of respect for your boundaries, and doesn’t do it around others. His absolute favorite thing is to cuddle you against his chest. Sometimes it’s when going to sleep, or cuddling on the couch, or maybe just a quick hug. He just loves the feeling of your head resting against his chest and your arms trying (and failing) to wrap around his torso. It makes him feel like you’re safe. Nobody could ever get you when you’re wrapped up in his arms.

Engie:

You’d think Sniper’s the only nature nerd on the team, but Engie absolutely loves the outdoors, as well as animals. It’s because his father would often take him out camping every couple of months. It was often the only time he would get 1-on-1 time with his usually very busy father. So he does love the great outdoors, especially that of his home state. He especially loves animals. He was raised on a farm and helped take care of lots of injured wild animals with his mother. He absolutely loves pets and would like to have many when he retires. His dream is to have is own ranch, with horses and cows and a bunch of dogs and the whole shebang.

Engie absolutely loves playing the guitar, so of course he loves playing for you. He learns all sorts of sweet love songs to sing to you. He’s an excellent player and actually has a pretty decent singing voice (think Johnny Cash, he kinda has that singing style). I hope you like country music, because that’s all he’s going to sing to you until you give him some requests or he finds out your favorite artists or genres. You can tell how happy he is every time he gets to surprise you with a new song he learned, and he’d be a giddy, laughing mess if you sang along with him.

Medic:

You’d think this guy takes horrible care of his birds because of the environment he keeps them in, but his birds are actually exceptionally well cared for. He buys them only the best and most expensive bird food, gives them super high-quality water with vitamins n stuff in it, takes them to the vet regularly, the whole shebang. Yeah they get a little dirty from sitting around in his lab, but he always gives them a little bath at the end of the day to get all the blood and guts off.

Medic is honestly such a playful partner. Of course, around his co-workers he’s a little more professional; he still gives you soft touches, a kiss on the cheek, or a big smile, but that’s about it. In private, however, he’s such a sweetheart. He’s always sweeping you up into big hugs, kissing all over your face, and calling you all sorts of adorable nicknames in a variety of languages. It comes as a surprise, because you’d think he’d be a little more formal, but that’s really only for special occasions. It honestly brings him so much joy to have someone like you by his side, and every day he’s going to make sure you know just how grateful he is to have you in his life.

Sniper:

Sniper is an incredibly independent and self-sufficient man, but he’s also secretly a real mama’s boy. He loves his parents dearly and has a particularly close relationship with his mother. As well as sending them money every month, he sends them all sorts of gifts, letters, postcards, and souvenirs. He also makes sure to call them regularly. He goes home every couple of months to visit them, and one could see that he loves helping around the house and chatting with his parents. His mother loved gardening, so his number-1 favorite thing to do is help her in the garden.

Despite Sniper’s obvious lack of knowledge on self-care, he takes a lot of time out of his day to make sure you are happy, healthy, clean, and well-fed. He doesn’t hound you like a helicopter parent but he likes to ask how you’re feeling, if you’re hungry, stuff like that. It feels nice to know you’re taken care of or take care of you himself. If you switch it around and try to take care of him, however, he’s honestly baffled as to why you would care so much as to make sure he’s doing well. He does absolutely love the affection and attention he gets out of it though, it makes him feel loved.

Spy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I have a head canon that Spy has a dog. Her name is Charlotte, and she’s an elderly Chihuahua. One would think he’d buy a French breed, but he found her out in the pouring rain one day and fell in love with her fluffy ears and spunky personality. She’s now 17 years old, extremely frail, missing most of her teeth, and extremely aggressive to anyone other than Spy, but he loves her dearly and pays for all of her medical expenses without batting an eye. And of course, she expresses her thanks with lots of kisses.

Spy loves dancing, and knows all kinds of dances, from flamenco to ballroom dancing to the Charleston to, canonically, disco. So of course, he’s dying to share all of the most romantic dances he knows with you. He’d love to actually teach you how to dance, rewarding you with kisses every time you finally get a move right and laughing softly when you make mistakes. But in reality, he just wants to use it as an excuse to dance with you against his chest and smother you in affection.

[valhallasubstitute]

I Put A Spell On You Pt.1

Werewolf!Finan x Witch!Eadith

CHAPTER ONE - Waifs and Strays 

Request:  Can I prompt you? Witch!Eadith works at an animal sanctuary. When a wolfdog is dropped off she realizes it's cursed & smuggles him out to her home at a nearby caravan park to break the curse. Eadith ends up hiding Werewolf!Finan by passing him off as her absentee boyfriend til she can reunite him with his pack. Who, btw, doesn't care for human stuff like personal space, clothing, or being parted from his new mate even when she doesn't know she is because she's too busy hiding them from hunters.

WARNINGS: None

Tags: @skyla71 @lalamaria @brynnmclean @lauwrite1225 @meat-pie-with-sauce @star-light-child @mariec1978 @filliandkili @magravenwrites @wanderlustmags @flowers-in-your-hayr @mariaenchanted @solinarimoon 

WC:1358

Eadith woke up alone. As she always did.

She made her tea alone, showered alone, hummed to the radio alone. It was hard work to sing both parts of a duet, but Eadith did with a smile on her face.

She was comfortable, used to the echo of her own footsteps and meals for one. The sinking in her heart had been buried six feet deep a long time ago and now, she liked to think, wildflowers grew on the top. It made it easy to detach, to practice without a coven and fly under the radar of unfriendly eyes.

Eadith was alone and that’s how she preferred it.

She especially loved walking to work alone. It was a short walk but in the autumn air Eadith felt the chill. She loved the colours, the crunch of leaves under her boots and the chirp of nesting birds in the late afternoon. She loved the smell of coffee from the roadside café, and the blast of warmth that engulfed her as she entered the Animal Sanctuary.

What Eadith didn’t love was the immediate feeling that something was off. The moment she crossed the threshold her whole body screamed at her.

Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong!

It felt like ice and electricity, the hair on the back of her neck standing to attention. Eadith forced herself to keep walking. She greeted Reina with the same half smile she did every other day and clocked in with steady hands. She hung up her coat and placed her bag on the back of her chair.

Eadith focused on her chipped nail polish as she followed the knot in her stomach, ignoring the excited barks and yelps of the animals around her.

She let the off-feeling flow through her, she knew it was magic. Unpleasant and manipulated but magic all the same. She could feel its signature, it called to her, coated in fog but as familiar as the sound of her own heartbeat.

It led her through the corridors until she stood in the vet’s room, bright and clinically clean. It wasn’t until she opened the large double doors that the sounds of clattering tools filled her ears.

The scene in front of Eadith would have made her laugh any other day. The vet Derek, stood on his tippy toes, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he desperately clung to the wolfdog that thrashed on his table.

The junior nurse cowered behind her equally terrified mentor in the corner and the wolfdog, well the wolfdog looked about ready to eat them before its eyes shifted to Eadith.

The room froze and Eadith felt the earth shift with the force of magic she felt. The wolfdog had stilled and Eadith found herself trapped in its gaze. Its eyes were fixed on her, dark and warm brown and utterly human.

Cursed.

Eadith felt herself let out a shaky breath, pulling herself out of depths of its gaze and back to reality. The wolfdog had stopped struggling, giving Derek the chance to continue his check-up and Eadith felt like her presence was questionable at best but each time she took a step towards the exit she could hear the dog begin to snarl, bearing sharp, white teeth.

‘For the love of God Eadith, I will fire you right now if you take one more step towards that door.’

‘What!?‘

‘I need to finish his medical and he likes you,’ The wolfdog lay down, nipping at the vet’s hand as if to agree with him. ‘So - Stay. Put.’ His voice had a desperate edge and while Eadith could guarantee she would keep her job if she did walk out, she couldn’t guarantee that Derek would keep his hand.

With a deep sigh she settled herself at the desk, clicking through the notes they had managed to make. There wasn’t much to be said about the wolfdog apparently – no collar, no chip, no visible injuries. He had been found wandering around the high street, the family who had brought him thought he was disorientated but noted how gentle he had been with their young children. Eadith stole a glance at the animal now, his eyes still fixed on her, but his body lay completely still. Gentle might be a stretch, she thought, but he evidently wasn’t all bad.

It was another fifteen minutes before the check-up was over, the dog only stirring briefly when the vet tried to manhandle him. Eadith could sympathize with him there, she didn’t appreciate it much either when strange men tried to prod at her.

‘Job done.’ Derek stripped the latex gloves from his hands and tossed them in the bin with expert precision. He turned to her with a shy smile. Eadith knew that look, knew he was about to say something she wouldn’t like. ‘I want you to look after him. I know what you’re going to say - you don’t have any spaces in your block at the moment, but it’s not everyday you get such a difficult dog just do a 180 like that.’

Eadith looked from her employer to the wolfdog, his ears standing to attention. She knew he was touched with magic; in what way she couldn’t tell but this was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. It was the perfect excuse to figure out what curse he’d been put under.

‘That’s fine, I’ll take him to one of the empty kennels now?’ Derek’s face slipped from apprehension to relief, his smile wide and genuine.

‘You’re an angel, thanks Eadith.’

With a wave of her hand Eadith dismissed his praise, instead taking a leash from the drawer and adjusting the collar. The wolfdog seemed to understand, jumping down from the table, his tail wagging as the student nurse squealed in surprise. He hesitated when Eadith tried to place the collar around his neck, she could practically feel the discomfort rolling off of him. She settled on her knees in front of him, tentatively placing her hand behind his ear and scratching lightly.

‘I know it isn’t nice, especially if you aren’t used to it but I’m going to help you, okay?’ She hoped that whatever was cursed under the wolfdogs imaged was intelligent enough to understand the meaning of her words. Magic recognised magic, she knew the being in front of her knew what she was.

With a huff the dog jerked its head through the opening of the collar, tugging towards the door immediately after.

‘He’s keen. You better watch yourself with that one Eadith.’

‘I’ll do my best.’ And she would. Or try to at least. She walked through the corridors quickly, letting muscle memory do the work for her while her mind began to race.

Having now physically touched the wolfdog she knew for sure it was cursed but there was no way Eadith could break it from inside the Animal Shelter. From its signature she knew the process wasn’t a particularly long one but filled with intricacies. The devil is in the detail.

She had used the phrase often growing up, Eardwulf happy to brush over them before taking any action but it had never ended very well for them. Breaking this curse would take time and space. The two things she just didn’t have at work.

It wasn’t until Eadith had settled on the kennel nearest the back door that the idea came to her. She kneeled in front of the wolfdog, making sure his attention was fully on her before she spoke.

‘I need you to listen carefully. I am going to come back for you tonight and I’m going to take you home with me. I don’t know what you are under there, but I meant it when I said I was going to help you.’ She felt silly whispering to him, but she couldn’t risk anyone else hearing what she was actually saying, everyone baby talked the animals at work but in Eadith’s experience no one discussed escape plans with them. 

The dog made a noise that was halfway between a bark and a huff, and Eadith took that as agreement. 

[candycorncandle]

Love Letter to my Friends

Tw- life stuff? Not suicide but like depressiony shit

I've not been on here and that's not okay and it is. Its not okay in the way that I miss yall and miss talking to you and sending memes. But I've also been v busy. Read this, don't but either way.

Do you ever get think about the friends you've made online and how some of them you'll never meet or see again because they have gone inactive and it scares the living shit out of me. I may have never met yall but you guys are my friends and it fucking pains me that I'll never be able to show up on ur doorsteps with McDonald's and watch a movie or like even put flowers on ur hair when we go on walks or shit.

Timeline-

May 15th- last day at my favorite job. We all, there was about 75 of us. We all had made big plans to move to that city and were getting cars and drivers licenses in order to get to said job. We found out two weeks before that my company at that time had lost the contract. I was a cook in a college building cooking for students in a 50s themed diner. It had multiple restaurants in the same building so I was one of the ones they crosstrained so I was in about every one of the 8 concepts they had. I loved it. No cap on overtime, I was treated good. The university kicked us out because the contract price was too expensive and they found a cheaper competitor. I was one of the last 4 people to leave the building that day, I walked out with four of my friends (technically bf too)

May 15 to June 1st- didn't have a job lined up. Losing the jobs threw everyone off. Word cam in that a close university also run by my company could take us in. Fine. It was an hour and a half away. So,, being from the same small ass town my and my bf decided to move for that job at the new college.

New college was opening a jersey mikes. It's a sub sandwich shop. They take three of us from the first college job and send us through manager training at a training store. Also sends an employee from the new college.

We didn't last two weeks before we all walked out. Shitty management, forced customer interaction (which, is what food service is but this took it to a whole new level), the place was disgusting. The employees at the jm were doing crack and shots in the back because they ALL are dead inside and I firmly believe that jm caused a good portion of that.

July 10- was my last day of jm i couldnt take it anymore. I had multiple breakdowns and had one as a clocked out for the last time. I remember just turning to go hop back on the sandwich making station and this sense of dread just filled me and I knew I could not stay there.

I was the second on out. My bf lasted for four more weeks after I quit. My work bestie lasted through training but left two days ago. The manager over all of us quit last week because the stress from this deal put him in the hospital.

And the fuck of it all was,, a higher up in the company made a shady deal with the jm owner for that region and that's why we weren't pulled. Another coworker had walked out the first week and that's when the very high ups said pull them jersey mikes is done at this place. But then the deal guy said no, I don't care if it kills you you are my employees, you do what I say.

July 24th- when is started my current job. I work as a cook at a golf course. I like it. It's nice and isn't like super fast paced like the first college job was.

August 1st- moved to the big city. Starts with a C in a Midwest state I'll let you guess there's not many. Live my new apartment and get started on a new antidepressant because my previous one had stopped working during jersey mikes training.

August 7th - 23rd, had about 10 interviews because I was not sure about the golf job.

August 26th - Sep 11th, my cat was in the vet hospital. Took them some time to figure out what was wrong but he has feline ibs and is allergic to protien. His bilirubin was 11, it's supposed to be 0.5. He was looking scraggly but he's doing so much better now.

He was so yellow. He's not now but he has earned the nickname highlighter boy. He's doing better now and has to be tube fed for another week or so but he's better.

September 7th- goes back to my first college job now that another company has taken it over. My entire crew is back as well.

September 9th- quits my old/new job because I can't make the drive anymore. It's exactly what I was doing from Indiana to the place, just now I'm in another state. It sucked so much because my crew was back and we all worked so well together.

Now- Happy with my job. They are firing this one worst worker there. Since it's a small kitchen there's only 4 cooks and she's a bitch. The worst. She's going to be gone soon so that is super great. As of right now I'm printing off some planner pages that I'm going to laminate and hopefully that will help me get my life in order.

My bf quit vaping, his dog is getting neutered sometime soon and that's good bc the dog does NOT have manners. Theres no overtime at my job now so it's let me have more at home time which is something I did not take for the past year since I always had overtime opportunities. I like decorating my apartment and cooking. I'm cooking more now! Im so happy for myself, as it's something I haven't done for a very long time due to the spicy sadnesses.

I'm going to pharmacy tech school starting this November. I'm excited to learn about that because I've known for awhile I've needed to get out of food before it breaks my body down.

Thank you for reading this I love you all.

-Gosh DAMG IT. I had more paragraphs here but tumblr is stupid and deleted them let's see if I'll rewrite them bc I'm not going to tonight I've been here at the printer for 3 hours now.

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[quinncupine]

Hiiii quinn! I never realised you did requests but if it would be fine (and also because its my sole goal) could you do a boom boom boi and izubby with having their own cat or dog as a pet??? I'm seriously thinking that boom boom boi would be both a cat and dog person, don't u agree? (Ily lots and don't feel pressured to do this if you have a lot of stuff going on!)

Hi Dorki! I'm finally making my way through my requests and I was really excited to write this one! Okay, hope you like it!

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The Boys with Pets

Word Count: 1,750

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo!

Warnings: dogs, cats, cursing

Izuku Midoriya

Now Izuku loves pretty much all animals, but I can totally see him getting a dog. Dogs are loyal and full of energy just like a certain green-haired hero. The perfect duo.

He would probably rescue one from the pound, the one with the biggest, saddest, cutest eyes because how could he not? But someone has to go with him because he'd try to rescue them all if there was no one there to stop him. Once a hero, always a hero I suppose.

I'm thinking for names, he would definitely pick a name that reflects his favorite heroes. Don't be surprised if he names his dog something super cheesy like Mighty or Rocky…

Wait, okay, I've decided, he names his dog Mighty and that is the hill I will die on.

The life of a hero is quite busy so when he goes off on long missions, he drops the dog off at his mom's house. Inko has fallen in love with this sweet pup, so much so that she sometimes begs him to stop by with the dog for a visit. It's the closest thing she's got to grandbabies at the moment, she'll take what she can get :)

Now, this cute pup draws in the attention of just about everyone so he's gotten an influx of attention and a few numbers slipped in his hand during their walks, much to his flustered surprise.

Best wingman ever.

This dog goes on regular runs with Izuku and sometimes even helps him with training. I'm thinking a Collie or an Aussie would just be the perfect fit for him to keep up with his personality and lifestyle. He needs an active dog!

I can see it now, he goes on his daily morning runs with this cute Lil furry training buddy and they race the whole way! A few regulars on the trail know about this and it's become sort of a tradition to cheer the two on as they pass.

 ...

The morning air was crisp with the slight scent of the coming autumn, the perfect morning for a run. Izuku, dressed in his usual training wear, had a steady rhythm going for the last forty minutes, letting out even, controlled breaths. This was the easy part of the run, a warm-up if anything, and he hadn't even broken a sweat yet. The canine jogging by his side was enjoying the dewy morning air as well, tongue happily flopping out the side of her mouth. The shared morning ritual between man and man's best friend: Mighty.

Her tail picked up speed, wagging uncontrollably as they neared the bend where the giant jagged rock towered over the path. It was the place marker to start the race. A three-mile run to the top of the hill located at the center of the park. It was also Mighty's favorite part of the morning.

"Ready girl?" Izuku grinned down at the ecstatic dog who barked in reply.

The instant the two of them passed the big rock, they both broke out in full speed, leaving behind a cloud of dust. Happy barks filled the air as she gained the upper hand. Izuku laughed as the dog turned to look back at him lagging behind her. He always did these races without his quirk to assist him. It was only fair and it helped him work on his natural stamina in case he was ever in a situation where he couldn't use his quirk. Always good to be prepared.

He watched as she bounded up the first steep hill on the trail. There were a few small hills on this route, but this one was the hardest to climb and Mighty had the advantage with her four legs so she always managed to pull ahead first. She stopped at the top and barked him on before quickly disappearing over the crest.

When he reached the top, he stopped for just a second to take in his surroundings. This part of the park was a heavily wooded area with numerous trails that many people used to hike or run. It also served as a great view of the city skyline and he couldn't help but stop and admire the rising sun from between the foggy buildings every time. Then Mighty barked to pull him out of his thoughts.

"It's not over yet!" He called after her and raced down the hill, putting on an extra burst of speed to easily close the distance.

Tail wagging, she nipped playfully at his feet as they sprinted along the path, side by side. There weren't many people out this early so he usually had the trail to himself. The only sounds were the wind in the trees, the leaves crunching under feet and paws, Mighty barking beside him, and his own unrestrained glee as they ran together.

These were the mornings he loved. Just the two of them, away from the stresses that came with pro-hero work. He wouldn't trade being a hero for anything, but sometimes it got to be too much so coming here to clear his mind with a little run was always a cathartic release, only made better by the furry companion by his side.

The short bridge that arched over the creek signaled the last mile. Getting more serious, Izuku pulled ahead of Mighty, not able to hold back the giant grin as he streaked across the bridge, startling a few birds off the railings which Mighty barked at as she came up behind him.

Up ahead was a large open meadow with a small duck pond near the center. A few benches were scattered about the path and he saw the same elderly couple sitting in their usual spot with a bag of rice and seed to feed the plethora of ducks waddling around their feet.

"You got him this time Mighty!" The old man looked up as the two of them zipped down the path towards the couple.

"Show 'em what girls can do!" The woman cracked a smile, waving her hands.

"Morning Mr. and Mrs. Fujino!" Izuku waved as he passed. "Don't count me out yet!"

Mighty barked her greeting and took a detour, herding some ducks closer to the couple then with a quick lick to Mr. Fujino's hand, she sprinted back to catch up to Izuku.

The Fujino's marked the last leg of the race. The only thing left was to climb the top of the largest hill in the park to the old oak tree at the top. That was the finishing line. It was always a gamble as to who finished first every day, but Mighty sure had a competitive spirit.

Izuku pumped his legs as he steadily made his way up to the dirt trail, Mighty just behind him before she suddenly veered left and disappeared into the shrubbery. He was so focused on the tree that slowly came into view just around the curve as he neared the top that he didn't notice.

Just as the path leveled out, almost to the finish line, he glanced back to see no sign of his dog. The tree was a few feet away when a furry mass ambushed him from the side, knocking him clean off his feet. The pro hero landed in the grass with a heavy Oof. Sitting on his chest was Mighty, looking quite proud of herself.

"Cheater!" He laughed, trying his best to hold back the slobbery licks she was determined to give him. "Okay, okay, I'll call it a tie!"

 Katsuki Bakugo

Now Katsuki on the other hand would totally be a cat person. Not that he has anything against dogs, but cats are more his style. They don't need constant attention and are pretty much self-sufficient. Just the way he likes it.

That being said, Katuski would go all out on toys and the latest gizmos to take care of his cat. Has a self-cleaning litter box, a waterfall bowl, an automatic feeder, etc. You get the picture.

Oh, and toys galore. If he has space, this cat is getting a personal jungle gym that lets him walk up to the ceiling. S.P.O.I.L.E.D.

Doesn't like to tell people just how much he actually loves this cat because he's never been one to express emotions, but this cat just gets him to his core. They share the same wavelength and he appreciates that. The cat is the only one he trusts to open up to, so sometimes you might catch him ranting to the poor thing who just stares back with big wide eyes and occasional meows. Yup, totally gets him.

I see him with a super chill cat, like maybe a Ragdoll or a Russian Blue. Something that tolerates his constant screaming and explosions.

This guy is just as bad at names. It'll definitely be something long and dramatic like Lord Cat Explosion Demon God of Furballs. Yep. He doesn't take criticism so most people call him Lord Furballs, much to his disdain.

Katsuki won't ask for attention from the cat, but the little furry feline is a total cuddler and will often find itself curled up in his lap or even on his neck if Katsuki's sitting on the couch. You better believe this guy won't be moving until that cat decides it's time to move. He's been late to meetings with friends because of this cuddly cat.

He's a hero so this cat is definitely being treated right. Katuski is no slacker when it comes to caring for his lil buddy. The vet is on speed dial should anything ever happen.

Did someone say a custom-made collar that matches his hero costume to a tee?

He's never loved anything more.

 ...

"Uh, hey Bakubro, why is your cat glaring at me?" Ejiro asked, staring down at the feline.

"What?" Katsuki didn't even bother to look up from his laptop.

"Your cat. It's giving me the evil eye. I thought it was supposed to be friendly." The red-haired hero frowned, not able to break eye contact with the cat. "I don’t think it likes me."

The small furry creature had lazily curled up in the sunspot next to Katsuki's feet, purring away without a care in the world. It seemed harmless enough, except for the heavy glare it was shooting Ejiro's way.

"Heh," Katsuki finally glanced down and crossed his arms. "He's not glaring. That's just his face."

"Ah," Ejiro nodded, "like father like son."

"What the hell's that supposed to mean!?"

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[deregirls]

Ok since bitches wanna say I'm lying, here's everything my roommate has done:

Took a five day trip a bit after we moved. We were struggling to pay rent and they took the whole week off work. All they talked about was how they were going to have sex. I had to pay their part of rent so they could have a booty call. They are now frequently guilt tripping and shitting on my fiance and i for taking theme park trips. We have season passes and don't have to pay for hotels bc my fiance has friends near the parks.

FREQUENTLY bought useless shit while we were struggling. I recall one case where we were freaking out about rent for the month and they bought a 200 dollar vibrator. When we were trying to save after this move they got tattoo after tattoo. My fiance and I've had to cover their rent MANY times while they bought useless shit.

I ate a SINGLE BAG for their pizza rolls. I thought they were everyone's bc every bag we got before that was everyone. They verbally abused me over this, stole some things from me, and caused me to develop an eating disorder bc i was so fucking scared to eat thinking they might abuse me. I've lost 30 pounds because they couldn't just ask me to buy another fucking bag.

Constantly. CONSTANTLY, they would get snippy and mean with me. For no reason.

When we had food stamps, they would send us mile long lists of food. We usually spent more on them then the two of us combined. When we no longer qualified bc of my fiances job paying more and they had food stamps, they wouldn't buy us a thing. They kept everything they bought in their room and almost never shared.

They guilted us into getting a cat. We were only allowed 2 cats prior our lease and already had 2. The processed to never pay for food or litter, maybe bought toys once, never fed them, never cleaned out the litter boxes, never did anything. They were never home to play with him. When we asked them to stay and care for the cats for 3 DAYS so we could go on our anniversary trip, they complained. They did nothing for this cat. When we kicked them out, they wanted to keep him despite him being bonded to the other cats, not recognizing them, not moving well, and their boyfriend's family having aggressive cats and not believing in vet care.

After i went to the psych ward and got fired for it, i was very obviously EXTREMELY depressed. They judged and criticized me for not doing a whole lot. (Btw when my fiance was on a trip i did the dishes and packed some)

Speaking of that trip, my fiance asked them to stay home while they were gone bc i do not do well being home alone. They did not even once say HI to me. Even when i said hi first.

Has not helped with the move at all (which is insane since they gave me shit for not packing while so depressed i couldn't move and almost had to go to the psych ward again). WE had to move THEIR heavy stuff out of their room. While we were sweating and slaving, getting sick, nearly passing out, in so much pain we couldn't WALK, they were at work (i called off btw!!!) And then cozy at their boyfriend's house.

Claimed THEY don't feel safe/comfortable at home when THEY are the one who gave me an ED. They only don't feel safe bc i stand up for myself

They fake did. Plain and simple. They're faking. If they aren't, they're LYING about their alters role. They told my fiance their partner has sex with their little and when they said "uuhhh that's a a child" the alter magically changed to just being shy the next day. Ok.

We had a hearing a week or so ago bc our landlords screwed up, and my fiance and i (both disabled to the point of needing mobility aids) sat down before them. They scoffed and rolled their eyes.

They got mad when i invited my family over. While we were playing Jackbox they were clearly not having fun and brought down the mood. Also afterwards they sent a very aggressive text in the household GC.

When we were at Cedar Point, we rode a family ride with some kids that were...admittedly loud but they're KIDS. After we got off the ride, they said FAIRLY LOUDLY that they want to hit the kids. They also insisted on bringing their weed pen into the park. Both of these things could have gotten us banned from the park.

There's. So much more but I'm too fucking tired and I'm almost home from work.

[queen-yalo]

FFVII | Headcanons | Finding a stray kitten

Request:  Hi sweetie!! Can I get a scenario for Rufus, Rude, and Tseng where their s/o sneak in a stray kitten they found somewhere random on a rainy day, while the guys are away at work. And the kitty just gets really attached to the guys for some reason. After they accidentally find out about the kitty's existence of course ♥️ Lets face it though hiding a kitty is hard, especially if they are loud lol Enjoy your 3 week vacation by the way!!! [by Anon]

A/N: That three week vacation was in July. Look at me. Not writing stuff for months. Who even am I. :( Hope you enjoy! ♥

Pairing(s): Rude x reader; Rufus Shinra x reader; Tseng x reader 

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• Everything was perfect. You got the food, the litter box, the scratching post, catnip, a comfortable little bed... your tiny companion should absolutely feel at home. The only problem was... you had no idea how to tell Rude about the small addition to your household. You never talked about getting a pet because actually you never felt the need to. Yes, cats and dogs (or any animal for that matter) were cute, but you never thought about actually adopting one. Plus, how could you decide between those many animals that were looking for a forever home? 

• Well, in this case you didn’t have to decide. The kitten decided for you. You heard it crying in the rain, looked at its tiny and soaked frame... and just knew you had to take it home. It felt like it was meant to be. After a quick checkup at the vet you learned that “it” was actually a “he” and “he” was very healthy. Just wet and hungry... but that was something you could fix very easily. 

• Which got you into the situation you were in now. Sitting on the couch, the little kitten wrapped in a blanket while you were bottle-feeding it. You knew Rude was due to come home every minute now. And you had still no idea how to break the news to him. But as it turned out... you didn’t have to. The moment your heard the keys in the lock you jumped up, running to the door, ready to sweet talk Rude into letting you keep the kitten. You knew you had to choose your words very carefully. But as soon as you opened your mouth you were interrupted by a high pitched meow. 

• The little guy climbed down the couch and followed you into the hallway, running straight into Rude’s direction and climbing up his leg as soon as he reached him. Rude was dumbfounded. There was... something.... crawling up his leg. His first instinct was to kick it off, but when he heard another tiny meow, something inside him told him to freeze.

• At first he wasn't too happy that you just took a stray animal home. But when you told him the whole story and when he realized the little guy was glued to his side, his cold demeanor slowly melted away, making space for a very giddy and very entranced Rude. In mere hours Rude became not only very soft for the little rascal. He also suggested to get another one because "He can't stay home alone all day, can he?"

• "The fact that my hand is on her back means nothing." Rufus glared at you when you came into the living room, looking at him and the kitten on the couch in awe. You quickly left the room again as to not make the tension inside this apartment worse than it already was, ever since Rufus came home. You didn't even try to hide it. As soon as he stepped into the house you proudly showed him the little furball that you found outside.

• At first Rufus was livid. How dare you just pick up a stray animal and take it home - bring it into both your lives like it wasn't a 20-year-commitment? What were you thinking? He told you to get rid of it, which you refused to do. So after a pointless and unnecessary argument you agreed on finding it another loving home. Rufus was fine with that arrangement... or so he thought.

• Now as he was petting the little floofer, he wasn't too sure of that decision anymore. He hated to admit it, but she was tugging at his heart-strings - and he didn’t know if he liked it. He didn’t like it, when something or someone was able to break his cold and aloof facade. You were the first person that was able to do it and that was already more than enough, wasn’t it?! But now, this little fluffy kitten was using him as her personal resting place, as she clumsily climbed onto his lap, and he knew he was a goner - even though he didn’t like it.

• You were wise enough to not say anything when you saw him watching her sleeping on his lap, his eyes soft and full of adoration. It was a rare sight to see Rufus so calm and gentle. But you also knew, that Rufus didn’t like to be called out on that. So instead, you just decided to watch silently and smile to yourself. Of course Rufus noticed you staring. But he too didn’t say a thing. What was he supposed to say? Everything he could say was already known to you. He lost the fight. 

• "So...” You started after a few minutes. “Would you happen to know someone who wants to adopt a kitten or do I have to start the search from scratch?” You grinned slightly as Rufus glared at you from the couch, his hand still petting the kitten softly. “No, you don’t.” He mumbled quietly, laying the kitten onto his chest gently as he laid down. “You’ve won. She can stay.” 

• You were anxious. Saving and taking home a kitten was one thing. Telling Tseng another. He would freak out for sure. It wasn’t that he didn’t like animals, he did. Just not… inside the house. But that was exactly what was going on right now. You brought a kitten home without asking or telling him. And now as you were shopping for kitten-stuff you were trying to think of a way to tell Tseng. Yet, no matter how much you thought about it… nothing was coming. 

• Your heart stopped when you unlocked your door and realized you only had to turn the key once. Someone was already here. No, not someone. Tseng. You checked the time. He wasn’t due to come home for at least another two or three hours. You gulped. Maybe you were lucky and the kitten hid somewhere even Tseng couldn’t find it. 

• You weren't lucky. Tseng stood right behind the door, kitten in his head, glaring at you. “Care to explain?” He asked sternly. You bit your lip sheepishly and took the small kitten from him. “I found him in the slums... he was all alone, have some mercy.” You pleaded, cuddling the little fluffer. Tseng rolled his eyes. “I told you times and times before that I don’t want animals inside the house. What’s so hard to understand?!”

• You assured Tseng that it would only be for a little time, until you found another home for him. He agreed reluctantly. But he wasn’t really happy about it. You feared that the next few days would be the longest of your life. The atmosphere at home was more than tense. Until... something changed. You didn’t know how and you didn’t know when... but at one point the kitten purred his way into Tsengs heart. 

• He slept on Tseng’s chest at night. He climbed onto Tseng’s shoulder and stayed there whenever he could. At first, Tseng fought it... but withing a few days, he came to enjoy the attention. He even found himself actively bonding with him, playing with him, petting him... it was strange. He never thought that he would enjoy having a pet around. When you told him that you may have found a home for the little floofer, Tseng tensed up before saying the words you never thought you would hear: “No. He belongs to us.”