#i wanna get him to a vet so badly

[magic-coffee]

Place where my friend works is next to a departmental store where they sell cat food so baby's gonna get cat food by Monday, perhaps.

[thevalleyoftriumph]

had a roach attempt an escape today ☝

[c0la-queen]

Absolutely melting at the idea of the Hybird!Boys nagging at Reader for her food even when they already have their own, literally just a bunch of spoiled little babies UGHHH THEYRE SO CUTEEEEE I love them sm…

Like reader’s got herself a nice meaty dinner, maybe a good cut of steak, and as shes eating she suddenly feels smt wet poking at her arm, and she looks to see what and it’s Soldier booping her arm with his nose, staring and drooling at the delicious steak, he starts trying to hop up to nip at it while reader tries push him away, but she ends up cutting a lil piece, dusting off the salt seasoning as best as she could and feeding him it anyways,

I like to think that Tord/Soldier likes snacking on other’s food, esp if its like savory salty meaty stuff yknow what I mean? I can totes see him as the asshole type to steal the other guy’s food stuff, maybe he’ll be a bit nicer to you and nag ask you first

AHHHHHHHHHH SAME THING FOR PRINCE TOOOO WHEN YOU HAVE LIKE A DELICIOUS LIL CREAMY TREATIE He would WHINEEEEE for some sooo badd you HAVE to give him some, he loves treaties sm and will be As dramatic as he can to get the sweets he wants

Going to Starbucks with him and everytime you HAVE to get him a pupcup kinda situation, so you only stop by there sometimes on occasions like when you have to get him to the vet for a checkup otherwise he’ll by crying allll the way home when you deny getting him one cause he’s already have too much and that’ll both break my heart and also annoy me sm LOOLLLLLLL

I literally have such a huge soft spot for Prince and his pompousness…I wanna shower him in kisses and babytalk and squish his face so badly he’s such a cutie patootie

The day you cook bacon for breakfast???? It’s over. Prepare for the hardest tussle in your life wrestling with Superhero for the bacon, if he already bosses you around then you know HE WILL BE RELENTLESS with the bacon, a Giant wolfdog fighting you frfr for food??? Gone…

SOLDIER ENDING UP JOINING IN TOO?1??1?11 literally actually over. It’s a battle to the death. Someones probably going to get hurt and its probably most definitely is going to be you falling over from 2 big ass wolfdogs jumping onto you and knockign you over for the bacon LMAOOOOOO

Soldier and Superhero fighting each other for it but they take it too far though and it become an actual fight for food situation…hic…Reader has to step in and stop them somehow, everyones upset, she has to make both of them 2 pieces and scolds them, they resolved and apologized nicely though at least…

And reader never makes bacon for breakfast ever again(unless its a special occasion when she wants to treat the both of them)

Really love the thought of Monster being the one that rarely nags reader for food like the others Only cause hes a bit distant and has a kinda weird ego abt it y’know, so its Reader who spoils him and tries to get him to try stuff cause he’s a good dog, he deserves it

She notices him eyeing out the food shes having curiously, sniffing at it, so she gets a small piece and asks if he wants to try it and she gets vv happy when he accepts, the others probably gets jealous at the treatment and tries to get some too lolll he probably feels SO proud and full of himself whehehe…

Omg you are SO correct and big brained for this!

Poor Reader would absolutely never get a moment of rest with these four eccentric wolf dogs.

Before adopting them, she definitely had a habit of sitting on the couch with her dinner and watching YouTube videos about niche internet drama (yes I'm projecting) but now she's realized that, to the boys, this is simply an open invitation. I guarantee that, at first, Soldier wouldn't even beg her for the food. He'd be the type to just reach over and start sniffing at her plate. He's not even trying to be sneaky about it! That bastard would have the audacity to look her in the eyes while trying to take food off her plate! She tries to scold him about it, but he simply does not listen - in his mind, there's nothing wrong with what he's doing. So she's taken to sitting at the dining room table and watching YouTube videos on her phone instead. (Soldier will still put his head on her leg and stare at her expectantly.)

Reader is simply Just A Girl 💅, so we know our self-love queen would go get herself a sweet treat all the time. It varies, usually whatever she's craving at the time. There have been times where she's got a random craving for something she doesn't have, and will get up and leave her house to go get it (the boys get so annoyed and huffy). But she should know that no matter what it is she gets, Prince will want a bite. He'd be cute about it, too - whining and pouting and blinking up at her with those baby blue eyes. Eventually, Reader would giggle and give in, with the warning of "Just one bite, baby." Then she'd share a little piece with him. If it's something that isn't safe for dogs, she'd be less willing to share with him, insisting that it'll hurt him. Still, he'd whine for it. (It's not Reader's fault that she doesn't know he can have them!) And yes, I feel like Prince would be the most well behaved in the car, and the best around people, so he's the one that gets to join her on outings more often. She made the mistake of stopping by a coffee shop and getting him a pup cup ONE TIME, and now he's hooked. Every time they pass by that coffee shop (he knows that it's Reader's favorite, since the baristas know her by name) he will bark and howl and work himself up into a tizzy until Reader finally sighs and gives in. After he gets that pup cup, he's back to being well-behaved and a sweetheart. Reader hates it. Plus, people would fawn over Prince in public since he's such a pretty boy. He absolutely eats it up!

God save Reader if she decides to make bacon one morning. It's not something she does often - she probably decided to do it this time as a special occasion. Maybe it's the morning of her birthday or a holiday. Either way, she decided to make a big breakfast for herself. Which included bacon.

Superhero is normally the first of the four to wake up. From what Reader can gather, Soldier takes the night shift. He stays awake through the night, watching out the windows and sometimes patrolling the house. Because of this, Soldier tends to sleep during the day. Superhero then takes the mantle of "guard dog" during the day. Prince and Monster will sometimes take the night shift instead, but it's normally Superhero and Soldier.

Still, Superhero has a routine of patrolling the house the moment he wakes up, checking for anything wrong. If Reader is making bacon, though? Superhero is glued to her legs in an instant. She'd laugh at first and lightheartedly tell him no. He wouldn't give up. He'd escalate to putting his front paws up on her shoulders and trying to reach the bacon himself. Reader would definitely have to half pick up/half drag him away from the stove. He'd boof and snap his teeth demandingly, as if he's entitled to a piece of this bacon and how dare you not let him have a piece! Reader, always one to fight him on everything, would be adamant not to.

Then Soldier enters the scene. As I said before, Soldier usually sleeps through the first half of the day. But the moment the smell of bacon spreads through the house? She hears claws clacking against the floor as he barrels into the kitchen. It would probably be the most excited Reader has ever seen Soldier, tail wagging and eyes shining brightly. Superhero immediately growls and snaps at Soldier. Reader would just let them tussel at first, using the distraction to finish cooking her bacon. Eventually, she realizes "Oh shit those are NOT play growls-" and quickly runs over to the two to separate them. It takes the promise of two pieces of bacon each to get them to finally settle down.

Reader never makes bacon in her house ever again.

Meanwhile, Monster would be different. Where the other three would be swarming her legs the moment she starts cooking herself dinner, Reader notices that Monster is always sitting patiently to the side. She has to subdue the others by continuously feeding them bites of what she's cooking, but Monster never begs for any. He's the only one that she can eat on the couch with, because he'll lay on top of her feet and won't try to steal her food. But she does notice him glancing at her food. So, since he's always been such a sweetheart, Reader would happily offer Monster food. He would take it slowly, hesitantly. But he feels better after Reader cooes and praises him for being so good. His tail would wag contently. Still, he would never bother Reader for her food. We love Monster in this household <3 I will say, I like to think Tom personally doesn't like bacon. So, if Reader tried to offer some to Monster because it's only fair, he would sniff it, then huff and sneeze and turn his nose away. Doesn't bother Reader, though. Just means it's one less rowdy wolfdog trying to tackle her.

[sapphireshineonao3]

Updated Kinich Fic Masterpost

Well… with my latest fic posted, I have officially written and released over 100k words of Kinich focused fanfiction. Within a two months window. I never expected this to happen nor did I expect this character to take over my life as it did. 

So, small milestone in my opinion, thank you for all the support and I'm glad you all enjoyed the stories. I have more planned and I really hope this love for Kinich doesn't fade away too quickly. So, below is an updated Fic Masterpost of all my Kinich fics. Thank you all for reading, and for newcomers, please enjoy 100k words of Kinich focused fics.

Genshin Impact [Kinich-Centric] Fanfic Masterpost 

Of Saplings & Embers [complete]

Kinich was seven, when a young lady with black and white hair appeared in his life for only a month.

Kinich is twenty two, when he meets Arlecchino the Knave… for the first time.

Injured Bird [on-going]

Kinich is severely injured during a fight in Natlan. When he wakes, he's in the custody and “care” of Fatui Harbinger, Capitano and his entourage.

Unique Specimen [on-going]

Dottore captures Kinich to learn more about the pact he made with Ajaw. However, what he does find out is far more interesting than he could ever imagine...

Ajaw meanwhile, must figure out a way to get Kinich back, because that body was promised to him and no one else.

The Bat, The Hunter, and the Vet [on-going] 

Kinich doesn’t hate going to the doctor, he truly doesn’t. What he hates is when Ifa insists he needs a check-up when he obviously doesn’t need one. It doesn’t help that he decided Ororon was needed as an escort of sorts either. He’s not a child.

The Windswept Rogue, K’uhul Ajaw [complete]

Self proclaimed “Almighty Warrior” K’uhul Ajaw is a prideful rogue who originated from the Scions of the Canopy. He wanders Natlan and does odd-jobs here and there, all the while boasting his skills. However, some things change when he meets a dragon in the depths of a ruin… a dendro dragon named Kinich.

May the Debt be Paid, and Sins Cleansed by the Turnfire [complete]

“This debt was never meant to be paid by ‘Kiongozi’.”

“Thank you… for everything, Mavuika… I’m sorry… ”

Contract [complete]  

The Abyss Agent, Sanka, ever curious about Kinich and Ajaw, asks why Ajaw simply won’t let Kinich get killed despite his grandiose declarations.

Series: 

Chimaera Alebriius Snezhevich (Fatui!Kinich AU) [on-going]

Ripples From Another Life [complete] An unknown relic, supposedly from one of the old Witches of the Hexenzirkel, takes Kinich to an empty space. One claiming to see where 'ripples meet another'. The only other person he sees in there is…. Himself? A New Home [complete]   Even the most simple of decisions can alter the course of history. For Kinich, it's when Peruere returned one day and offered him a home. About: Kinich Snezhevich [complete] In-game styled voice lines about Kinich if he was a member of the House of the Hearth and part of the Fatui. Hush Little Children, Don't Say a Word [complete] Kinich felt freedom and loneliness on his seventh birthday. However, that loneliness would not last, as someone decided they would be with him whether he liked it or not. What happens when this small child falls into the grasp of the Third Harbinger?

Kinich’s Encounters [on-going]

It Must be Fate! [complete] “You do realize this is kidnapping, right?” “What about it is kidnapping? I simply saved you from a high fall.” “You've refused to put me down and even carried me off against my will, that's kidnapping.” Observation [complete] “You've been following me, how come?” “You are sharp, even though you're in a state of exhaustion.” “...Just tell me what you want.” Introduction [complete] “Ah, there you are, I'm glad you're here, Kinich.” “Oh, hello, Peruere…” “Eh? You know Father?” Wanna Fight? [complete] “I don't have any interest in fighting you, if you want me to fight you that badly, I'll need compensation.” “Name your price.” “50,000 mora.” “Deal.” “...what about 100,000 mora.” “Deal.” “What is wrong with you?”

There's more to come, so I hope you enjoyed all these stories. See you next time ^^

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 47

chapter 72:

1. “The day of Marlene's memorial is the first time Dorcas decides she's going to kill herself.” oh shit, oh fuck wait

2. bro dorcas is unwell. like holy shit. i forget that the war started because of dorcas’ love for marlene. like. this is just as much of a dorlene fic too

3. dear god i wanna help dorcas so badly

4. call it instinct, but i knew dorcas’ hair would be a crucial part of her healing journey 💃🏼💃🏼

5. i love well rounded female characters but at what cost. dorcas is well rounded but at what cost? she’s suffering and it hurts to read

6. god damn. finding out that dorcas’ mom was in charge of a quarterly quell is fucking insane. considering that dorcas all but ran the resistance

7. “”You said it first, didn't you? There are no good people in war. I lived by those words, did you know that? All that you were wrong about, but that…" She gives a brittle laugh. "You were right about that."”

foaming at the mouth oh my god. i wanna chomp glass

8. DORCAS NO! (she started drinking fyi)

9. dear god dorcas, you aren’t the only one who knew the “real” marlene. people other than you loved her.

10. dorcas finally admitting that if she could choose someone other than dorcas it would be lily hurts. especially since lily has mary.

11. “Marlene was the love of her life, and that's it. Simple as that. She'll never love another.” OWWWWW

12. “She will make sure Lily never knows that Dorcas looks at her now and thinks before this life, it could have been us; maybe in some other life, it is. And that's more than enough.”

DNDNSMMSJSKEJNS AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

13. brb i’m sobbing

okay i’m back. dorcas just found out marlene was gonna propose and now i’m a sniveling mess

14. so much thanks to bizzarestars making the effort to learn about the way war vets healed and dealt with ptsd

chapter 73:

1. sirius having an emotional support dog >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

2. also imma make predictions now: this is the chapter where sirius goes home. it’s time

3. YES YES YES YES THEYRE GOING HOME FUCK YEAH

4. “A homely little home with a porch-swing under the stars. Sirius is homesick for that, too.”

this is my dream too. like it’s been my dream for so long. i can’t even fathom how sirius isn’t bawling like a baby over this. IM bawling like a baby over THEIR porch swing

5. regulus saw sirius and was willing to risk it all just to hug him omg

6. “Barty was the sort of person who needed no outside guidance into being a bit insane.” LMAOOOOOO

7. they’re running a business together and they’re gonna do it forever and now i want to gnaw on wood and glass and plastic and anything i can get my hands on

8. lmao not sirius sitting like a spoiled puppy dog as james and regulus argue over him for the wedding

9. “"Oh, please," James scoffs, rolling his eyes. "One, I'm not stealing your brother away from you, and you know it. Two, who the fuck else would be my best man, hm? Who? Go on."

"Oh, you want to go there?!" Regulus shouts. "What about me? Yeah, didn't think about that, did you? My best friend is dead. Oh, and so is Barty. Who do I have, James? Hm?"”

FUCKING CACKLING

10. awwwww sirius’ compromise is so sweet omg. i’d literally cry if i was james and regulus

11. ugh gay people are so confusing. like you’re allowed to be freinds with the same people and freinds with any gender. so like, it makes wedding planning so hard. who goes on who’s side? what if i said that when i found out about gay people, my biggest hold up wasn’t religion or anything like that, but instead wedding side logistics

12. canonical genderqueer tonks!!!!!!!!!

13. regulus went to aberforth to cause a scene, and damn if he didn’t succeed

14. damn they’re both stubborn. and both got their way jfc

15. full circle. dorcas is designing their wedding clothes. i’m losing my mind, actually

16. the bookshelf. the fucking bookshelf from the first arena. i’m losing my mind oh my god

17. CACKLING OMG. REGULUS WAS WORRIED THAT JAMES WOULD BE SCARED OF THE DAGGERS, BUT INSTEAD HE GOT SO FUCKING TURNED ON OMG

18. STILL FUCKING CACKLING OMG

19. i didn’t know i needed insecure james, but oh i did

20. i get to read the crimson rivers jegulus wedding and oh my fucking god i’m losing it. i am so unbelievably happy

21. “For him, it's easiest to show love when it's a tragedy.”

dksjdjjsjdjsmdjske holy shit

22. “You're hesitating, love."”

AHDHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

23. “You might wish to know a lot of things about their wedding, and their love, but frankly, it's no one's business but theirs.” so feral over this. that’s literally one of the biggest themes of the story omg i love this

24. hi, anyways, i am so unwell

25. the authors notes about the wedding are golden

[percygranate]

Hey, so I usually don't ever ask people for money, but I am kind of at the end of my abilities and cried too much today to care about it anymore:

My dog, who I rescued in Croatia in 2017 after he was found eating dirt in the forrest, Lu, is turning 8 years old next mont. He is the sweetest and softest fur baby, and look like an ice bear. He never ever has been in a fight with another animal and thinks everyone, no matter the species, is his best friend.

He is also my best friend, and I initially adopted him after starting therapy after moving out of home for Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Agoraphobia, and C-PTSD, which had me not leave the house for years. He is my best friend in fur and helped me to get back out into the world again after it had been nothing but awful to me.

I fixed myself, fixing Lu, when nobody wanted him and nobody wanted me.

For two months now he has been dealing with severe hip and back issues. It started abruptly, with him no longer wanting to play and be on long walk, suddenly struggling to get up, and as something our vet called “just a little muscle inflammation” and a one-week medication treatment that cost us 150€.

Lu felt better for 1 1/2 weeks and even started playing a little again before the pain came back. This time, we paid 100€ for a milder medication as the vet did wanna put him again on those string monster pills he was on before as it would’ve damaged his system. I gave him those pills every day (he, by now, is such good boy at taking them) and he did again better for a 1/2 week without daily medication.

Again, he couldn't get up, started crying at night, is no longer is able to sleep in my bed, no longer lay on his back, and he only lays on the floor, trying not to get up and walk around as he is in pain, he no longer plays… So we went to the vet again.

This time, we paid 80€ for a few of the strong medications he got in the first place. Diagnosis: “Old boy. Arthritis. Inflamed hip.” We were meant to give him two of those pills on days he is struggling more than the by now basic.

Two days ago, I was on a walk with Lu, just leaving my apartment complex, when he collapsed for the first time and fell down in the middle of a crosswalk. There was no chance of him getting up. Car drivers hated us, and I bagged for minutes that he would try getting up.

After I nearly started crying, he finally forced himself up, walked a few meters, and fell again. It was like his hips just couldn't carry him anymore. Watching him to try forcing himself up but struggling so badly is something that kills me every time I see it, but I am used to it by now, sadly.

He finally got up after 30 minutes and we walked home. I gave him his pills and after a nap we ran around pretty well, even the next day he was doing so much better. I should've not thought this was over.

Today my boyfriend took him on a walk. The same thing happened, but this time Lu screamed out in pain first. This time there was no getting up. Even after my boyfriend called me and I ran over in my pajamas as Lu is known to be a mama’s boy.

We called our vet, who told us we needed to go to the animal hospital. The animal hospital told us they would charge us roughly 2500€ for an X-ray and have Lu there overnight and treated.

The secretary from the animal hospital told us we were not allowed to pay it back at monthly rates when we asked.

We asked why it was so expensive; she replied, “We are the only ones doing this in the city, so we can choose our prices as we see fit.”

We asked how other people could afford that, crying in the middle of the street as our dog still lay there, unable to walk or even get up, and she told us, “Everyone can afford that.”

When my boyfriend told her he needed to talk to me about it, she replied, “Yeah, sure. Just call us if you actually need and want our help.”

I am disabled, suffering from Hypermobile Ehlers Danlos Sympton, am in the middle of getting a POTS diagnosis, and have Autism and ADHD. I am physically due to the chronic pain not able to work. I don't have that kind of money to just whip out like it is nothing.

For my boyfriend, this kind of money is more than his monthly loan.

There is no worse feeling than when your pet is in pain and needs to be medically treated, but you can't get them the help they need because YOU do not earn enough.

We cried and tried to get up Lu for an hour before calling my mother, who I am low contact with as she emotionally abused my for decates and is part of the reason I have C-PTSD. She drove us the a Animal Hospital outside the city, as they were the last suggestion our vet could give us and the told us they would charge less for the same kind of help and work.

There, we were prepared to pay the 300€ to have Lu no matter how, even if we needed to/manage to have my mother borrow it to us.

The vet was amazing, seeing the problem the moment Lu finally stood up and walked for the first time.

His hips are fucked, probably the back too, and he has Arthritis. But right now, they can't do any of the X-rays because first his fever and inflammation need to go down.

Today we paid 100€, Lu got a big shot, and for the first big pain and fever, starting tomorrow, he will regularly take two of those initially given strong pills once a day so he hopefully can have the x-rays next week.

My dog was mentally a puppy jumping around like a little deer until this started. He always wanted to play, always ran around and did something. This took all the joy in life for him.

I’m asking for help to pay for the X-ray and whatever treatment will follow for Lu after.

https://www.paypal.me/percygranate

UPDATE:

Today we had the X-Ray appointment and paid 352€

Hips and back are okay.

BOTH OF LU’S KNEES ARE FUCKED.

Cruciate Ligament Rupture & the knee joints are fucked.

The operation will be a two timer and cost us 4000€

I am currently not able to tell you how I am going to pay this. I barely managed to pay the X-rays today.

I amcurrently not even in possession of a life insurance that could help my dog if I kick it. /ifywim

Again:

I am BEGGING, if you have even a euro or dollar or whatever to spare, please help me.

https://www.paypal.me/percygranate

(paypal also uses my deadname, so please ignore that)

[frvnkcastles]

Hello 🥰🥰 I know you are accepting requests and i love the way you write so can you do a Frank x reader where she has had a dog since she was a teenager and is very attached, (when they living together the dog went with them of course) one night they are sleeping and her dog starts crying and then they wake up and they realize something is wrong, she gets desperate and they run to the vet (Frank calming her down the whole time) when they get there he does surgery but unfortunately she doesn't survive and Frank Take her home and comfort her, she say things like "i don't wanna live without him"...

(sorry if its too specific, you don't have to write if you don't want to! ❤️)

be safe 🥰

THE SCARS FROM TOMORROW ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You, Frank and your dog have become a little family and things are perfect, until your dog falls ill.

Warnings: Loss of a pet, very brief suicide ideation, brief mention of animal abuse, hurt/comfort, feminine nicknames

Word count: 3.8k

Author’s note: Okay, this one is heavy!! Read with caution, don’t feel bad if you have to sit this one out. Writing this broke my own heart, I also have a dog and I am definitely not prepared for the day he’s no longer with me. I’m so sorry for your loss anon, I hope this brings at least some comfort for you <3

Your dog had been there for you through thick and thin for years, but more than that, he had been there for every milestone of your and Frank’s relationship. From the night you first met to the day Frank had suggested moving in together, your precious boy was an important part of every step, and just like he had charmed you all those years ago, he had charmed Frank — granted, he didn’t need much convincing with his undeniable soft spot for dogs.

The way you had literally bumped into one another that first night was one of Frank’s favorite stories to tell, even when Curtis and Lieberman had already heard it a million times, he always jumped at the opportunity to go through it again.

It was a cold winter night and you had been a little irritated that your dog had given you the look, the one that meant he needed to go outside badly, when it was getting so late. You were violently shivering from the chilly air nipping at your fingertips and sneaking in through the cracks of your coat while your dog pulled on the leash eagerly, and the sounds of the city were mellow background noise.

And then, your excited dog rushed over to you unprompted, his snowy paws meeting your thighs and making you grunt at the collision. Before you had time to react in any way, he circled you so the leash tightened around your ankles, and you hopelessly tried to untangle the mess you were bound to stumble on.

”Baby, stop it”, you scolded him, but instead of listening to you, he ran in the other direction next. His excitement turned out to be because of a stranger walking towards you, and instead of seeing him as danger, your dog jumped at the man, effectively yanking you off of your feet. With a sharp gasp, you fell forward and you landed against a firm chest with your hand desperately trying to hold onto the leash, and before you could apologize for fumbling, a gravelly voice spoke up from above.

”You okay there, ma’am?” he asked gruffly, his hot breath meeting your freezing nose. Growing nervous, you tried to push yourself off of the man before bringing your gaze up to him. The hood pulled over his head and the beanie beneath it didn't make it easy to figure out his face, but once you did, you gulped loudly — partly because he was certainly a handsome sight, but partly because there was barely any of skin visible from amidst the swollen bruises and stitched wounds. Some of them looked old, just faded memories by now, but you could have sworn he had just walked out of a fight. God, you hoped you weren't accidentally picking one with him yourself.

Only after you had stared for an unreasonable amount of time, you nodded, and looked down simply to find his large hands holding your arms to keep you steady, something he had instantly done to save you from a painful landing onto the slippery, snowy pavement.

”Yeah, I am, sorry. And thank you", you rambled, before stepping back as an attempt to end the humiliation, but you had completely forgotten about the leash around you, and ended up falling behind at that instant.

Luckily, the stranger was quick and stealthy despite his hard, large frame, and before you could stumble backwards, he had grabbed you once again with his eyes blown wide with surprise. Feeling your cheeks heat up, blending in with the blush that the freezing air had already caused, you pursed your lips together to hide the shame spreading out within you like a wildfire. Could you be any more embarrassing? Surely, it couldn't get worse than being pressed flush against a strange man's chest while your dog watched from aside with his literal puppy eyes, as if he hadn't done a damn thing.

"Sorry, it's— uh— the leash—", you stuttered, and immediately, you both looked down and barely avoided bumping heads when you spotted the wire wrapped even tighter around your ankles. In response, the man chuckled lowly, and nodded his head to confirm that it was true — you were still a prisoner of the dog, who was simply following the situation while wagging his tail happily.

"Yeah, how 'bout I hold him, and you solve that?" he offered, and before you could even say anything, he had moved with his plan and gently took your dog by his collar. Mumbling a quiet thank you, you crouched down enough to unhook the leash from the collar and then spin it around yourself until it was all in your hands instead of a mess around your shoes. You were just about to apologize for the inconvenience once again, but you had barely opened your mouth when you noticed the man grinning at your best friend, muttering a "Hi there", as the two of them stared at one another. Only when your hand reached back down to click the leash back on, causing your cold fingers to brush with his calloused ones, the man snapped out of it and looked up at you.

Standing up once again, you both stared at each other in silence, before you blurted out, "Are you okay?", confusing him to a point where the corners of his lips twitched just slightly, but once you had gestured to his beaten features, he swept his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded curtly.

"Yeah, nothin' you gotta worry about, ma'am", he replied simply, and just as he was about to step aside and continue walking with his hands pushed deep into his pockets, you had spoken up yet again, earning his attention when you did.

You introduced yourself, not quite sure why you would, but he turned over to you, dark eyes meeting yours for a moment that felt a lot longer than it was in reality.

"Frank."

You didn’t see each other again for a while after that, but a month later when the snow had begun to melt and the sun stuck around for a little longer, he walked past a flyer that immediately caught his eye. It was a picture of you hugging your dog, declaring that the dog had been lost and you would reward anyone who would help you find him. He tried to walk away, insisting it wasn’t his problem, but he couldn’t get you out of his head, certain that you were completely devastated.

Besides, he knew what kind of crooks lived in the city. He had saved enough animals to know they could fall into the wrong hands, and he didn’t want your dog to be one of them. So, for two days, he relentlessly sought after your baby, not stopping until he was finally on a trail that could lead to something.


With the flyer scrunched in his fist, his other one banged on the neatly painted front door of a house that looked less shitty than most he had seen, his hood pulled over his head to avoid being recognized, but at this point, he was willing to go to great lengths. Hell, he had even asked for Red's help.

When the door was finally opened, he came face to face with a sweet old lady, and he tried his best to make himself look smaller and less intimidating. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. You haven't seen this dog, have ya?" his rough voice was quickly breaking the silence as he uncoiled the poster in his hand and showed it to the lady, who slowly put on her glasses and inspected the photo. Something in Frank cheered when her eyes lit up and she seemed to recognize the photo, and even more relief kicked in when she proceeded to nod her head.

"Oh, yes! I found him on the street a few nights ago, but I haven't had the time to find the owner yet. Do you know who he belongs to?" the old lady questioned curiously, and as if on cue, a familiar dog waddled from the house to the front door, and cracking a small smile in response, Frank nodded.

"A heartbroken woman, I'm sure. She'll be pretty damn grateful that you saved this guy, ma'am", he answered before kneeling down and lifting his large hands to scratch the dog behind his ears. "Hey there, boy. Been lookin' for ya. Wanna get back to your mom, huh?" he muttered quietly, the dog leaning into his gentle touch approvingly. He was incredibly glad that a sweet woman like this one had taken him in instead of some abusive criminal, and he knew you would be too.

"Well, tell your girlfriend she has a very sweet dog", the old lady fondly poked at the boy one last time, and stifling a smile, Frank nodded and looked down, almost shy.

"I'll, uh, I'll make sure to pass the message", he gave one last look of gratitude to the woman as he backed away from her porch, and after exchanging nods, the lady returned indoors and Frank walked to his truck with the dog in tow. "Let's get you home, huh? Whaddya say?"

In all honesty, you were beginning to lose the last shreds of hope, but the sound of a firm knock on your door snapped you out of your haze. Gulping, you made your way to the front door and cracked it open, and as soon as you saw what was awaiting in the hallway, you let out a trembling breath and broke into tears of joy, your heart filling with love and relief when your dog jumped into your arms from the strong pair that had been steadily carrying him.

"Oh, you're home!" you cried out while holding onto the dog, who licked at your face and whined desperately for more scratches and cuddles and affection. And you were more than happy to give that to him, just over the moon — your dog was alive and well, and there were no words to describe how good it felt to see and hold him again.

Only after you had finally set the squirming dog down so he could go get some water — of course, you had been filling his bowl even if he wasn't there to drink it — you looked up at the doorway to meet the gaze of your savior, and at the realization that none other than Frank had found and returned your missing dog, your heart melted. Or maybe it was the genuine, fond smile that he couldn't wipe from his face as he followed the reunion between you and your baby boy.

"You found him", you breathed out, an overjoyed laugh breaking through your tears as you covered your mouth with your palm and shook your head in disbelief and utter, incredible gratitude. Frank was parting his lips to say something, but he couldn't let out a single word when you had already stumbled forward and wrapped your arms around his muscular body, feeling his rough jacket against your skin as you forced a warm, tight hug onto him. He was caught by surprise, and while it wasn't the first time a relieved damsel in distress had insisted on giving a hug as a thank you, this time, he didn't want to weasel out of it. Instead, he awkwardly lifted his own arms and wrapped them around your shorter body, his heart thudding heavily in his chest as he held onto you for what was only a couple of seconds, but felt like forever.

By clearing his throat eventually, Frank broke the moment and you understood to step back whilst wiping your eyes. "Yeah, well, he don't deserve to get locked up by those assholes that abuse dogs. None of them do. And uh, you don't deserve to go through that, either, so yeah. Tracked the boy down for ya", he gestured towards the dog, who was already rushing back to the two humans at the door, clearly taken a liking to Frank as well — and you agreed, especially when he lifted his heavy boot enough to block the doorway to avoid another run-off.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. I don't know what I would've done without him, really. This means so much to me", you sighed deeply, nothing but the truth in your words. Before an awkward silence could land between you, you continued with, "I know my apartment is kind of a mess right now, but would you like to come in for some coffee?”

Frank stared at you for a couple of seconds, silent and careful. At first, he was amused that you thought a little mess would drive him away, but when he let the suggestion sink in, he felt his mouth run dry while his hands did the opposite and proceeded to collect sweat on them. What the hell had gotten into him? And yet, even if he knew he should have said no for the sake of your safety, for the sake of not dragging you down with him and avoiding attachment from the both of you, he ended up smiling.

"Fuck, why not."

You grew closer and closer ever since then, and though it took him a while to get the courage to officially ask you out, your relationship soon evolved. The nervousness of a crush developed into something more serious and before you knew it, you had had your first kiss and your first night together, he introduced you to his best friends and finally, you moved in together. Your dog quickly adjusted to the new normal, incredibly affectionate towards Frank, and vice versa. When he had first met you, he had never thought he’d regain that domestic bliss of a girlfriend and a family pet that he had lost, but he was so happy to have it back.

And for a while, things were perfect.

Your blissful life took a turn one night — you were sound asleep in Frank’s arms, his protective hold of you always easing you into sweet dreams, but you were startled awake when your dog cried out in pain. He wouldn’t stop whining, and you sat up on the bed to find him crying on the floor, clearly hurt somehow. Anxiety rushed into your heart and you shook Frank awake, not sure what else to do.

”Frankie. Frank, something’s wrong”, you whispered, and jolting up in that usual fighting reflex of his, he looked around the room until his stare landed on your worried features. He ran his hand across his face and tried to shake off the restless sleep he had been stuck in, eventually processing your panicked state and the dog’s cries.

He climbed out of bed and went over to the dog to assess, his eyes darting all over his body to make sure there was no external injury. He couldn’t see anything wrong with him, but that only deepened his frown, unsure what could be causing it. For a while, he was crouched down, observing the boy, and you sat on the bed impatiently, but finally, Frank stood up and gave you a serious look.

”Get dressed, sweetheart. We gotta take him to the vet”, he announced, and nodding hastily, you followed him out of the bed and found some clothes. You were terrified and you appreciated that Frank was a man of action, whereas you were fighting the urge to freeze completely.

He took charge, carrying the wincing dog into the truck and buckling you in. Nervous tears streamed down your face, and you feared the worst — your dog was no young boy anymore, and you knew that meant a bigger risk to his well-being. Frank could tell you were falling apart, and he tried his best to calm you down, his hand gripping yours while the other one gripped the wheel.

”It’s gonna be alright, darlin’. The vet will know what to do, yeah? Just breathe. Maybe it’s nothin’, right?” he reassured you, and although you nodded, you found his words difficult to believe. You loved him for his attempts to soothe you, but there was no denying that you were freaking out entirely, the panic only growing worse with the dog howling in your arms.

”I can’t lose him”, you sniffled, and swallowing hard at the thought of the worst case scenario, Frank squeezed your hand.

”I know, sweetheart. I know.” He didn’t try to tell you that you wouldn’t lose him, not wanting to give you false hope in case things would go south, but he was dedicated to being there for you no matter what.

You arrived at the emergency vet and Frank took the dog from your arms to carry him inside. It was like an out-of-body experience, you lost track of time and space and you couldn’t stop crying, even when Frank wiped your tears away from your eyes. The vet took the dog from Frank and took him away for an examination, leaving you in the waiting room with your boyfriend’s hand in your tight grasp.

”I’m so scared”, you admitted shakily, the lump in your throat only worsening, but it was nothing compared to the weight on your chest. You felt like throwing up or fainting, and you knew for a fact that without Frank by your side, you would have already done both.

”Hey, look at me”, Frank requested softly, and with tear-filled eyes, you met his gaze. ”I ain’t leavin’ your side, got that? I’m here, no matter what happens”, he swore, attaching his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss.

The vet came out soon to inform you that your dog needed surgery, and it immediately made you anxious. Still, you had no choice but to agree, but before the vet took your baby in for the operation, he let you see him for some peace of mind.

Frank stood back, because as much as he had come to love him, he was still your dog and he knew that moment was for you and you alone. He had already been sedated, meaning he was no longer whining in pain, and that brought you a little comfort. Crying quietly, you petted him, scared but still smiling because he was there and he was your everything. Regardless of how the surgery was going to go, you would always have this moment, not to mention all the years you had shared together.

Things happened quickly after that. You and Frank had to retreat into the waiting room, and as 4 AM lurked around the corner, you wept in your boyfriend’s arms. He had you in his tight embrace, not sure what he could possibly say to make you feel better, but determined to at least hold you through it. The surgery lasted a while, but even though you were so, so tired, the anxiety inside your gut wouldn’t let you fall asleep. You sat there, a ball of nerves, and Frank shushed you softly as you cried out of pure fear.

Then, the vet walked into the waiting room and you could tell something was wrong right away. As soon as he opened his mouth and condolences came out, your heart shattered in your chest and you burst into heavy sobs. You couldn’t hold yourself together, couldn’t breathe properly, the heartbreak too overwhelming to endure. Frank let you cry into his chest, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back and his own eyes filling with tears. He felt sucker-punched, too, but for your sake, he tried to be strong and brave.

The vet tried to tell you what had happened and ask you if you wanted to bury him or have him cremated, but you couldn’t process anything he was saying. Frank listened carefully, just so that he’d be able to explain it all to you later, but his priority was holding you through the violent sobs breaking out of you.

”We need a moment outside, that okay?” Frank asked the vet with a heavy heart, and he assured it was alright to take your time. Frank lifted you out of the chair and walked you out for some fresh air, the cool wind whipping against your wet cheeks. You couldn’t stop shaking and it didn’t seem like the pain was going to let go of you anytime soon, but Frank was in no rush — he was going to hold you through it, no matter how long it would take.

”I gotchu, sweetheart, I gotchu. I know it hurts. Let it out, it’s okay”, he spoke gently, trying his very best to give you some kind of hope, even if he knew things seemed bleak right now.

”I can’t do this, Frank. It’s too much. I don’t want to live without him”, you cried, unsure how you would possibly get through this. But Frank wasn’t going to let you sink into that kind of thinking.

”Oh, baby. We’ll get through this together, yeah? It’s gon’ take some time but I’m not lettin’ you deal with this alone, you hear me?” he promised you, cradling your head as he supported your weak body with his strong arms. ”This is fuckin’ heartbreaking. But you’re gon’ make it to the other side of this, I know you will. I’mma hold your hand the whole way”, he went on, unwilling to let you give up. He knew this was going to be hard to get over, but he had endless patience and understanding and he’d do anything to help you carry the weight.

”You’ll stick with me?” you asked through the cries, and nodding vehemently, Frank kissed your temple.

”Course, I will. I ain’t goin’ nowhere, sweetheart. I love you, yeah? More than you know. I promise it’s gon’ hurt a lil less with time. You trust me?” he asked with sincerity, and you gave him a fragile nod.

”I trust you”, you confirmed, and he flashed a faint smile in return.

”That’s my girl. You’re so strong”, he praised you, his gruff voice full of love for you. He had so much faith in you, and even if you didn’t see it yourself yet, he knew you would be able to pull through this loss.

And you knew that without Frank, it would have been much, much worse. Your best friend was gone, but you still had the man of your dreams, and that was going to keep you going.

He was right. It took months, but day by day, the pain inside you grew duller and weaker. It still hurt, but it turned into a longing ache instead of a stabbing agony. Your home still had reminders of your dog, and Frank loved to talk about him with you, meaning that even when he was gone, he really wasn’t.

[sonarspace]

sleepy, suguru geto

warnings: none! just fluff. not proofread 👍🏽 a/n: don’t know how i feel about the writing but i miss him badly so here’s this drabble.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

you walk into the apartment and instantly smile at the sight in front of you. seeing your boyfriend sitting on the floor playing with minnie 🐈‍⬛.

he found her injured outside the apartment building not long ago and took her to the vet. the vet said she had minor injuries that’ll take a few weeks to heal and she could stay there, but her little meows clutched at his heart and he brought her back home to you. she was the cutest little thing (she looks like him).

“minnie!! mommy’s back” he says and minnie runs over to you and rubs her head against your leg until you pick her up. he walks over to you as minnie gets distracted by the sunlight shinning through the window and jumps out of your arms.

“heyy” you whisper tiredly. “long day?” he questions, pulling you in closer for a hug. “mhm so tired sugu. missed you so much” you sigh nuzzling your face into his chest.

“missed you too sweet girl. wanna take a nap?” he asks and you hum back a yes. his hands move under your thighs and he carries you over to the bedroom.

he puts you down on bed and grabs some of his clothes from the closet. “arms up” he removes your shirt and puts on his hoodie. it’s so soft that it makes your eyes grow heavy. you fall back on the bed. “ass up” he laughs as you listen to him with sleeping taking over. he pulls off your pants and puts on his boxer shorts. “hmm, your clothes are so warm” you say smiling.

he leaves the room to put your clothes in the laundry room and comes back to seeing you snoring lightly until minnie jumps on the bed waking you up. she makes her self comfortable on the foot of the bed, joining in on your nap.

“suguru” you whisper holding out your hand. he grabs your hand, leaving a kiss on your wrist “i’m here baby”.

“cuddle please” and he moves in bed, pulling you on top of him. his hand moves under the hoodie, needing to touch your skin. he traces the words i love you on your back over and over again. afraid to say it out loud, afraid you might not feel the same. “me too sugu…so much” you whisper into his chest, squeezing his hand. he smiles shyly. he thinks his heart might burst.

family (n.): you, him, and minnie.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[chuwuyas]

about c&r

Hello my dear saioumers, it is I, jul chuwuyas. I wanted to stop by to talk a little bit about c&r since people ask me about it a lot

Unfortunately, to talk about it, I will have to dive into some personal stuff and share some things with you all that I've been keeping to myself for quite some time now and didn't really want to share, but felt like I needed to. So, since some stuff will be kinda, uh... serious? I will put everything under the cut

(TL;DR for those who don't wanna read about my personal life tho: c&r is NOT abandoned, but writer's block is not the only reason why I haven't updated the fic yet (tho it is one of them). I don't know when the hiatus will end. I'm sorry)

(CW for the things under the cut: mental illness, pet death, suicide ideation)

So, to start: yes, writer's block is one of the reasons why c&r is on hiatus. No, I have not been lying about it. I burned out so badly in 2021 that it's Still hard for me to write things that satisfy me because I reached my peak back then and was popping out 5, 6 fics in a month for 7/8 whole months when my usual is/was about 2 or 3 a year (if you check my ao3 page and the dates in which my fics were posted, you'll see that aside from the danganronpa fics, that usually was the case. I'm a slow writer). I'm still recovering. And the universe seems to not want me to.

Last year, around January, I felt like I was finally setting myself free from writer's block. I started writing something for my oc ship (yes, yes, I know. Not c&r. But what can I say? They bring me comfort) and I was so happy with what I got, so inspired to write, I was actually seeing the words on the doc again.

Then, one of my three cats got sick. Then, he died.

It completely broke me in a way I don't think I will ever recover. I was extremely attached to him and I drained all the money I had saved for therapy to try to save him, but it didn't work and I lost my cat, the money, and consequently my mental health. We spent almost an entire month taking him to the vet and bringing him back home because the vet kept telling us he was okay and then he'd get even worse and need hospitalization again, so that was more money spent on him. I had my friends help me with that, and I am immensely grateful even though it didn't work out in the end. Thank you for helping me bring him some comfort on his last days @ friendos.

After he died, a couple of months later, I tried writing again and managed to write a few thousand words, but my mental health still wasn't the best. Then, I started getting some personal problems that I will not talk about here but took a toll on me and shoved me back into the writer's block box, but now with the addition of increasingly growing self-doubt and depressive thoughts that soon turned suicidal.

Then, around September, another cat of mine got sick. And, this time, we didn't have money to help him.

He was my best friend. We basically grew up together (he was 13 and was born when I was 11, so I had him longer than I didn't have him) and I was also extremely attached to him. When he got sick, I would sit down on the floor and talk to him in tears asking him to hold on just until I got a job so I could pay for his bills. I didn't get a job fast enough to help him. It was me who found him, too.

From August to November, things were so bad in my life (between my personal life, my pets' deaths, and family members getting sick) I genuinely caught myself considering ending my suffering. Planning it. Thinking about it every day. Not wanting to wake up. It was a rough period of my life that I made it through alone because I didn't really tell anyone what was going on with me. I wished I could go back to the past. I wished I could change things to make the future not so bad. I'm still caught up in the past and nostalgic for a time that will not come back no matter how much I wish it would. But I pushed it through.

And one of the things that kept me from ending it all was the fact I haven't finished c&r yet.

I didn't wanna go without concluding the story. I didn't wanna go without showing you all what I have planned for the last chapter and how this story will end. So, I started using c&r as some sort of anchor — something to keep me going because I still have something to do on this earth before leaving. I love this story and I don't wanna leave it unfinished. I wanna see your reactions reading the last chapter, the freaking out, the key smashes, the DMs I'll receive, the theories, the fanarts. I love how big this story got and the little fandom it got for itself. People love something that I wrote so much they make art of it! They cosplay the characters, they write things based on it! It's so mindblowing that something like this would ever happen to me, I started telling myself: I can't die until I finish catch & release.

My mental health is way better now and I'm no longer considering suicide (though, ough, it sucks not having a lot of money). I have a job now and can pay for the vet in case my last cat gets sick. My personal life is good now, too, and my relative who's sick is doing a lot better. I have things to look forward to. Things are good now. I'm happy, though I still miss my cats every day.

I am, however, still using c&r as one of my anchors, and I don't know when I will stop doing so. So, for now, the fic is still on hiatus. But it isn't abandoned, and it will never be. I will finish it one day. So, until then, keep bearing with me.

Thank you for reading, and most of all thank you for understanding. I love you all.

[godgavemenoname]

okay! okay! so my gf’s and my job just cut our hours down even more, while we are dealing with 2 different huge financial crises. it’s so much and i really don’t know what we’re gonna do.

that cream-and-white kitty is my sweet baby boy, luke skywalker. he is sick right now with some kind of respiratory issue and it’s so hard to get up enough money for food and litter, let alone enough to take him to the vet. i love him so much, it kills me to see him wheezing and hurting and not be able to help.

also, WE DON’T KNOW HOW WE’RE GOING TO PAY RENT THIS MONTH. we are at least $300 short. and we still need to save a down payment for a new place because our lease is up august 1st, don’t even get me started on that... and to think, we wanted to leave the south. we can barely even just survive here.

so now we’re searching for new jobs again. we can’t even do deliveries because we’re in 90+ degree heat and our car doesn’t have A/C.

but the thing is, i’m already exhausted. my gf is exhausted. both of us have untreated medical issues as well. i just went back to college as well and would really like to not have to drop out again. we need help so, so badly. i am begging at this point - please help us, either by donating or even just bysharing this because i know so many of y’all are struggling too and I don't wanna pressure anyone. literally even one dollar or one reblog helps.

[theboysfromaustin]

March 10, 2011

Gav was headed to Hobby Town, up towards Pflugerville.  Ian had taken Kazuo to go his prosthetic checked out for possible replacement, and they'd told him he should go do something fun.  So he was going to look at LEGO and model trains, then probably Dollar Tree to peruse their selection of Matchbox and Hot Wheels.

 He'd taken Lamar to avoid the bullshit on MoPac.  It was mid-morning, surprisingly quiet.  He spotted something ahead, something large at the side of the road, halfway into the overgrown sidewalk in front of an empty lot.

He figured it was something that fell off a truck or trailer, but as his car approached, he could see it wasn't a thing.

It was a dog.

Shit, he pulled up behind the dog, hazards on.  He got out, approaching.  It was a young Collie, laying still, blood on its coat, front legs obviously badly broken.  “Hey, buddy…” The dog raised its head weakly, sides heaving, panting and nervous.  Gav knelt down, “Good dog.  Easy, puppy.  I…” He looked back towards his Civic, stood, and opened the trunk and the back door.

There was a blanket spread across the back seat for Martha, and multiple blankets in the trunk.  He grabbed a thick one, going back to to dog, spreading the blanket over him.  He whined, staring at Gav.  “It’s okay, boy.  I’m gonna get you into my car, and to the vet.  You’re safe with me, I…I’m gonna do everything for you.”  He could now.  Ian paid him extremely well, and he knew…

He knew Ian and Kazuo would chip in without being asked if it came to it.

That’s just how they were.

“Alright, puppy.  I’m gonna lift, and you’re gonna lay on the blanket.  Then we’re goin’ to Martha’s vet on Burnet.  They’ll treat you right,” Gav steeled himself, knowing he might get bitten.  If he did, he’d deal with it later.  He’d never been bitten by a dog or cat, and he’d….

He’d cared for hundreds of dying animals, giving them love in their last moments.  Dying fighting dogs, dying pets who’d been ditched in garbage bags…dead animals whose stories he didn’t know.  He lifted, the Collie yelping.  Gav was tiny, and the dog weighed at least 40 pounds, but he’d retained the strength from his days digging animal graves in Detroit, “Sorry!  I’m gonna set you down here.  Good boy.  I love you.”

“What do you think Gav’s up to?” Kazuo studied the stump where his leg used to be.  “He probably went out looking for LEGO.  He’s been looking at some of the really expensive sets.” “It’s nice watching him build.  I feel like that’s when he’s at his most relaxed.”

Gav was tense as he turned into the veterinarian’s parking lot, “We’re here, buddy.  Gonna get you some help.”  The dog’s breathing was shallow as Gav carefully picked him up, pushing through the doors.  “I need…help…I found him…hit by a car.” “We’re gonna take him back, have a look - um, do you consent to - “ “Anything.  Anything to help him.” “Alright.  It might be a while.” “That’s fine,” Gav settled into one of the chairs, pulling his phone out.

Ian looked down as his phone dinged.  Kazuo reattached his leg, standing, “What’s up?” “We might…have a new dog…?” “What happened?” “Gav’s at the vet, found a Collie dog that was hit by a car.” “At least it’s not another cat?” “Yeah, but…Martha.  I know she ignores dogs when we’re out, which is weird for a pit bull, but she might not be too thrilled with another dog in her house.” “We’ll have to see,” Kazuo put his hand on Ian’s shoulder as they went to check out.

Ian thought for a moment, “You know…if nobody claims him, you know who might want a dog?  Maureen.  She had a Collie growing up.  She has all those Albert Payson Terhune books from when she was a kid.” “Oh, you’re a smart guy.  Let’s wait ‘til we see this dog.  Um…you wanna go to Bark ‘n Purr, get some more dog supplies?” “You’re a soft, soft man,” Ian hugged him gently, “Yeah, let’s do that.”

“Sir?”

Gav looked up.  “We’ve scanned the dog for a chip, and he has none.  There are no reports for a missing Collie in the state for the past year, and he’s in pretty rough shape, so I don’t think anyone’s looking for him.” “Poor guy…um, how is…?” “Both forelegs were severely broken, and may not heal fully..” “Oh my.  How will he…?” “We’ve fitted a temporary cart to him, so he’ll be mobile.  If he needs one when healed, we’ll fit a new one.” “Alright.  When can I take him?” “He’s up from anesthesia, we just need to monitor for a bit.  His cart should fit in your trunk, but you’ll have to help him in and out of the cart to sleep and rest.”

“Okay…” Gav stared at his feet.  He was nervous about bringing another dog home.  He knew Ian and Kazuo understood.

“Well…collar, lead, bowls, bed, and beef bones for both him and Martha.” “You’re soft, Ian.” “I know,” he looked to Martha, “You’re going to have a brother, at least for a bit.” She ignored him, settling onto her giant, fluffy bed with her new bone.  “Well,” Kazuo flopped onto the couch, “We just gotta wait.  What’s for dinner?” “Kraft macaroni.  With hot dogs,” Ian settled himself into Kazuo’s lap.

“Fancy.”

“You love cheesy wieners,” Ian nuzzled his neck.  “Heh,” Kazuo sighed happily, “I do.  I'm Midwestern trash.” 

“Mr. Mitsuwa-Gabriel?”

Gav looked up.  A vet tech had appeared, carrying the Collie, who still looked out of it, “You can take him.  He'll be a bit groggy for a while.  I can take him to your car.  “Thank you.  The back's all set up.”

Martha perked up, heading for the garage door.  Ian looked over from the counter, where he was chopping hot dogs, “Think red’s home.” Kazuo got up from the table where he was drawing, going to open the door.  “Thanks, honey,” Gav carried in the dog - who weighed about half of what he did - immediately noting the brand new dog bed.

He settled him in, “Easy, buddy.” Martha marched right up, tail wagging stiffly.  “Ah, damn -” Gav reached for her, then paused as she sniffed, then licked the confused, half-stoned Collie right up the center of his face.  “Huh…” “She likes him,” Kazuo shrugged.  “That's good,” Ian started cooking pasta.

Martha settled into her bed, watching the other dog, who sighed, shutting his eyes.  “Are his legs okay, or do we have a dog version of me?” “Don't know yet.  He's got a cart so he can move.  It's in the trunk.” Kazuo knelt, stroking the dog’s fur, “He looks like Lassie.  Does he have a name?”

“Well…” Gav shifted, “I didn't give him one, because I didn't know if we could keep him.” “Is anybody looking for him?” Ian leaned on the counter.  “Not according to the vet.” “You know…” Ian stirred the pot, “Maureen might like him.  Been a long time since she's had a dog.”

“Maureen had a dog?”

“When she was a girl.  A Collie, blue merle named Pigeon.  It might be good for her to have a dog.” “Huh…” Gav went to the garage to retrieve the cart, “Um…if she wants him…that's okay with me.  Maureen’s a good person, I know she'll treat him right.” Ian held his arm out, Gav immediately cuddling him, “You're a kind man.  We love you.” Gav smiled, leaning on Ian.

The Collie sighed deeply, dozing off.  Kazuo stood, hugging Gav, “Keep being sweet.” Gav kissed first Kazuo, then Ian, “I'm going to text Maureen.” “Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” Ian poured the hot dogs in.  Kazuo went to grab bowls as Gav went to take a photo of the injured dog, who was sleeping.

He returned to the table, typing away.  

Maureen looked up from her computer as her phone buzzed.  She was working late, finishing some documentation, and was nearly done.  The text was from Gav, with a photo of a dog, Hi Maureen.  I found this dog today, vet says nobody’s looking for him.  He’s injured and may require a cart  even once he heals.  Ian said you might be interested in having a dog again.

She studied the photo - it was a young Collie, obviously banged up, but with a fine bone structure and deep, soulful eyes.  Maureen thought back to her childhood dog, Pigeon.  It might be nice to have a dog again - Shirley had been very allergic to dogs, as allergic to them as Ian was to cats.  

She began typing.

“Macaroni time!” Ian began dishing out heaping bowls of cheesy pasta, grimacing as Kazuo began pouring on parmesan, “Why.” “You're already serving macaroni, might as well cheese it up.” “You might be sleeping with the dogs,” Gav grabbed a bowl, as well as Ian’s, setting them on the table.  His phone chimed, pulling it out once he was seated.

Gav smiled a bit sadly, “She’ll take him.  She's leaving work and will be by.” “You're okay with that?” Ian sat, scooting the parmesan away from Kazuo.  “Yeah.  I think she might be a bit lonely at home sometimes.  He’ll be good for her.” Ian squeezed his hand gently, “You're a good man.” Kazuo reached over to squeeze his shoulder, “You're doing a good thing for her.”

Gav knew he was.  He was a dog person, and knew the Collie would be treated like a prince if she treated him the way she treated himself, Ian and Kazuo.  The dog shifted, getting more comfortable in the bed.  He liked the men.  The other man…the before man, had kicked him out of a car.

His before family had ignored him.  He’d been left outside, and they'd yelled at him a lot.  Then after he’d been thrown out, another car had hit him and left him.

Then the tiny man had found him.

The Collie watched the three men, too tired to really move.  His eyes flicked over to the other dog, who was gnawing on a bone.  She seemed calm and healthy, confident.  He rested his head back on the bed.  It was nice to not be anxious.

Gav glanced over to check on the dogs.  Martha was occupied and the Collie had shifted himself slightly, quietly observing the room.  “He’s waking up.” Kazuo leaned over, “Yeah, he’s looking better.” “Hey, puppy,” Ian clicked his tongue, the dog cocking his head.

“Well, his hearing’s good at least.  The legs worry me.” “Dogs are pretty adaptive, aren't they?” Kazuo tapped his prosthetic, “Like humans.  They can do just fine with the proper equipment.” “I suppose,” Gav finished his bowl, “I’m gonna grab his cart.” 

Martha perked up, bone clenched in her teeth.  She got up, trotting towards the front door as Maureen opened it.  “Hello, boys!” “Mum!” “Hey, ma.  You want some hot dog macaroni?” “Sounds good,” she entered the living room, stopping, “Oh my…” The Collie’s tail thumped his bed.  Maureen knelt down, letting him sniff her hand as Gav brought the cart in.

“Hey, Maureen!” “Hello, Gav.  You found a real nice dog,” she scratched the Collie’s ears, “It’ll be nice to have a dog again.  Shirley was allergic.” Ian nodded, “And your neighbor had that little terrier that loved her.” “Yeah.  Skipper.  God, he got in that time we were smoking and fell asleep in her lap.” Ian laughed, getting a bowl of pasta for Maureen, “Oh, she was pissed.  Poor mum.” 

Gav unfolded the cart, “He’s got this to get around until the casts come off his legs, and…well…we don't know if they'll be functional.  He might be able to walk with a limp, but he might also just have very limited use without a cart.” “Cart won't be a problem,” Maureen stood, embracing Gav, “He won't have any trouble getting around the house, and he’ll probably go to work with me most days.”

Gav led her to the table, “That's really good.  Are you allowed to have a dog at the courthouse?” Maureen sat, “Thank you, Ian.  Yeah, we’ve all talked for a while, might be good to have a dog on site since we have kids in sometimes…kids who’ve had a terrible time.  He seems like a good, smart dog who can do a lot of good.”

Gav lit up - he was glad the Collie would be living with Maureen.  He sat, and Ian squeezed his thigh gently, “If you need help getting him to follow-up vet appointments I can help.” “Thank you, honey.  How much do I -” “You don't owe me anything.  I'm glad he’s going with you.  Knowing that is payment enough.” “Gav -” “You won't change his mind, ma,” Kazuo grinned.  “Yeah, he's set.”  The Collie watched Maureen, tail swishing back and forth.  

“So, what’s his name?”

“I didn't give him one, since I didn't know if he was lost, and then I didn't know if he'd be staying.” “Well, then…my childhood dog Pigeon I named because she was silver and black, shiny like a pigeon,” she studied the Collie, “I think…his name will be Sunny.  Pigeon was a descendant of the Sunnybank Collies.  We don't know his lineage, but he reminds me of my childhood.  And hopefully…he can help some kids who need it.” Gav nodded, looking to the dog, You don't know how lucky you are, buddy.  You…

You're going to have the best life possible.

[groovygianniart]

Trans!Donovan

I wanna share finally this really cringey au I made for Mafia 3 but I think I need to start with my trans!Donovan headcanon. I know I made a big headcanon note post here a while back but some little things changed since then. I'm way more open with headcanoning John as a homosexual man, and for a bit now I've also been seeing him as a trans man as well, mostly cause THIS post was the start of some brain worms.

So, most of my main headcanons are still in place: Born in the Southwestern part of PA, a November Scorpio, has autism and also BPD, parents are Irish immigrants, has 2 older brothers. Father is a WW2 vet, oldest brother fought in the Korean War, middle brother is a baseball player. Very Catholic upbringing, both parents were devout, were working class but dad got successful in either mining or steel based production.

Big change is that I think the oldest brother should die overseas in the Korean War, but he was the favorite in the family and his death made things even more tense.

Now for the trans specific stuff:

(Disclaimer: I'm very aware how difficult it would be for a trans man in this era to do ANY of this stuff.)

Born female, deadname was "Jacqueline" but got called "Jackie" a lot, despite being raised female in the 30's-40's, he still has his nosey personality, eavesdropped a lot. Still got into technology like messing with radios and phones, which would get him in trouble a lot. Was considered a nerd with his interest in tech, politics and history.

Had a habit of stealing his middle brothers clothes a lot, which didn't bother him, since they got along during this time.

Mom would dress him up a lot, especially for church, which John hated but had to take it for most of his childhood. Since he was socialized female, his mother would constantly make comments on his body and how he dressed himself, once he became a preteen and started highschool, she would start shaming him for even saying "Hi" to another boy.

Went to Catholic schools until he graduated. Was a hard kid to get along with but he was very smart and had great grades, even picking up of foreign languages very fast (got that USEFUL autism lol). Nuns did not like him especially in his later teens because he started openly questioning the religion and pointing on contradictions in the Bible.

Speaking of his teens: that's when he started to think more about his gender and while he was about 16/17, he started transitioning discreetly, even at a young age he was good at making shady connections.

Since binders and sports-bras didn't exist yet, he unfortunately went through most of his teens and 20s binding with bandages, or wearing a lot of layers.

He graduated highschool at 17 and was miraculously able to get in Princeton University, despite them not letting in female students yet. John used his dads connections and submitted an application under their noses and didn't let his parents know the finer details of it.

Since his own shady connections he was able to change up his legal documents so he can present them at the University to show them that he's a man.

Eventually he graduated and was recruited into the C.I.A. They did not know he was a FTM transgendered man, and never found out.

The only people that did know about his identity were, in order: the person that got him hormones and changed his documents, a friend thats a doctor that works for the C.I.A, Connor Aldridge, Robert Marshall, Jackie Grimaldi, Gary (helicopter pilot), and finally Lincoln Clay.

Speaking of Aldridge, in John's early days in the Agency he had to work under him, and since Connor was his mentor, he started trusting him a lot during their time together in Guatemala.

Obviously it ended really badly as seen in Stones Unturned, but this was the first time John really came out to someone officially and this shortly lead to him and Connor having a relationship behind the scenes.

After this everything goes from my trans headcanon to my Cringe AU, so I'll wrap this up here:

Is AFAB and started fully identifying as a man in his mid-late teens.

Binded with layered clothing and bandages. Takes Testosterone injections.

Got top surgery in Vietnam from a South Vietnam allied doctor. Claimed he got ambushed in the country and needed surgery when he's asked from superiors.

Cut contact with family during Princeton years. Cannot face them these days at all.

Liked boys when he was younger which his mom didn't like, still likes men now in a way a lot of people wouldn't like. But he doesn't care lol.

Hormones still won't let him grow facial hair.

Don't worry about the things that don't make sense :)

If you have any problems with this and think I'm weird, I understand but also 👇👇👇

Stay tuned for the Cringe AU which is gonna get a lot worse :3

[trashbag-baby666]

Bighorn Mountainside-Luztoye

Chapter Two

Chapter Summary: George just moved to town and he isn’t pleased with up and leaving his home in Virginia. Soon he meets Babe and introduced to a new job.

WC: 2685

C/W: Brief mentions of animal cruelty.

Series Masterlist

George was far...so far from thrilled the moment his dads sat him down for dinner and dropped the big news.

George had been born and raised in Virginia his whole life. Well up until right he was 16, now it was the end of May. He stood in his room packing up the last of his things he'd need right up until the day they moved.

He can't believe they were leaving after the things they waited to pack till the last minute were in the UHAUL. His childhood home gone, the pictures on the white fireplace mantle gone. His height measurements on the doorway in the kitchen painted over as they had sold the house.

Every memory, erased.

Maybe that was a tad dramatic but George was feeling for himself and he was not pleased. He was digging himself into a self pity party hole. He had a cake and some balloons down there for his pity party. His dad, well the one he called mom. Carwood, got promoted down to be the head of the business in some place called Cody, Wyoming. As far as he knew the only Cody he knew was Cody from Sweet Life of Zack and Cody.

George looked up the place and this didn't look like the kind of place two gay dads should raise their gay son. It was a smaller town, very much smaller than Norfolk.

It sat right on the side of Bighorn mountain, the place looked like a set of a Wild West drama.

Cactus's, very much an orange/red Rocky feel to it, rodeos were a big deal there George noticed.

George's only knowledge of rodeos was well, none.

But now he found himself saying goodbye to his bedroom and carrying the box downstairs and out the front door where his dad loaded the remaining boxes in.

"Last one George?" The tall man with dark brown hair cut very military like leaned down grabbing the box from his kid. Ron Speirs, George's dad was very much a mysterious, almost scary guy to everyone but George and his mom.

He served in the airborne during the war in Iraq by the time he retired from the military he was a Lieutenant Colonel. Then went on to work FBI and other government spy jobs.

To George he was just the dad who knew too much and knew how to grill a mean steak.

"Yeah, thanks dad." George sighed looking down studying his black high top converse.

"Do you wanna go ask Ma if he needs some help with some kitchen stuff?" Speirs jumped down from the bed of the UHaul.

George nodded and walked back inside and into the kitchen.

Before he could ask, Carwood pointed to a box on the counter.

"Tell your father that these are the nice plates and cups and pack them accordingly." Carwood didn't miss a beat as he finished wrapping some cups with bubble wrap and putting them in a box. Obviously that was the last box.

"Sure, anything else Ma?" George grabbed the box holding it nice and with care.

"After I take this box out, run over to Ms. Gheels next door and get Petunia. Please." Carwood stood up following George outside.

"Sounds good." George handed the box to his dad and as he walked across the lawn to the neighbors to get Petunia.

Petunia was the beloved two year old pitbull they adopted. She was a three legged white and brown pit that Speirs found abandoned on the side of the road tied to a sign next to the interstate last year. She was badly injured, her right front leg completely torn up. She had injuries around her head, you could see her ribs, then where her paws were rubbed red from trying to get out of the rope. Whoever had her first obviously was the most diabolical piece of shit ever.

After Speirs earned her trust he helped her into his black SUV and drove her to the vet. Leading to her leg being amputated and something about her just hit Speirs hard.

He called Carwood and talked with him before they decided they'd adopt her.

George quickly became her best friend though, earning her trust the quickest, teaching her tricks, taking her out to run at parks. It was meant to be.

George wrapped his knuckles on the white door and waited. Then a bulkier built woman with light brown hair smiled opening the door.

"Hi Ms. Gheel. As long as George remembered Ms. Gheel was a close family friend, baby sat George after school when he was little, over every Sunday for dinner, she also earned Petunias trust as she would watch her while the family was at work/school.

"Well I'm going to miss Petunia." She squatted down as the pit ran over to her and love bombed her with kisses.

"She's gonna miss you as well. But we will write to you. Won't we Petunia." George smiled, grabbing her leash and harness from the table by the doorway.

"Yes, keep in touch you and your parents will be missed in the neighborhood. Now Petunia you stay a good girl and enjoy some new adventures." Ms. Gheel smiled down at the dog giving her some last pats.

George slipped her into her harness with a bit of a fight and clipped the leash on, "I'm sure the family moving in will be just as a delight." George gave the older women a hug.

"I know you're not excited to be moving but I'm sure it will be good for you. You got two years left of high school. You can see if there's any other colleges out there worth taking a look at. Don't give your dads too much of a hassle about moving and give them my best wishes." Ms. Gheel clapped George on the shoulder gently. George picked up the leash and offered one more smile.

"I will, well goodbye for now Ms. Gheel. I'll write when we get there!" George smiled as she held the door open for him and Petunia. He waved to her and walked back over to the driveway letting Petunia have one more chance to relieve herself before a two day car ride to Wyoming.

"Ready?" Carwood sighed, locking up the house and stowing away the final key to their house in a secret spot in the garden.

"I guess." George took one last look at the white house he grew up in, "Come on Petunia." George patted the back seat where he had set up a bed for Petunia.

She jumped up and George clipped her leash off, tossing it into the front seat. He then fed her a doggie CBD treat that would very much have her passed out. George started the car as Carwood and Speirs shared a kiss and an overall plan. They'd decided Speirs would drive the uhaul truck and Carwood and George would swap off driving the family SUV.

George got in the front and watched as the neighborhood he had known his whole life whizzed by. He probably would never see it again.

They arrived in Cody on June 1st, it was a warm morning as the summer really began. They drove through the town George noticing the downtown area. It was obviously set to have a Wild West nostalgic feel to it. Then they drove into the suburbs and pulled into the driveway.

A two leveled house, similar looking to the one back in Virginia. The siding a bright, baby blue, George opened the door grabbing Petunias leash.

"Come on girl we're at the new home," George sighed, clipping the leash onto her collar. Petunia jumped out immediately sniffing all over the green grass. There was an empty garden bed he knew his mom would have a crack at as soon as they were settled. Speirs got out of the uhaul and unlocked the front door.

"Should we go inside?" He asked opening the door. George and Carwood shrugged walking up the steps of the porch.

There was a nice mud room with a closet in it with some hooks on the wall.

Through the mudroom there was a big open living space with light grey walls. In the back of the living room there were a set of french doors leading out to an open deck with a pool. Then a big yard, perfect for Petunia.

"Is it fine if I let her out?" George unlocked the door, opening the doors.

"Yeah go ahead, she probably needs to wear some energy off." Carwood hummed as George let her off her leash as she began running around checking it all out.

"You can go check out your room, it's up the stairs and last door to the left." Speirs pointed towards the staircase. George nodded and went upstairs, he opened the door. The room was larger than the one he had in Norfolk, a big window looking out over the backyard. He could see Petunia running around and then into the neighbor's yard. A tall redhead bent over a lawn as a shorter dark haired boy came out holding a crate of flowers.

George sighed and opened the closet doors, a walk in?! He had a walk in closet! Rails around the walls for stuff to be hanged from. George started floor planning his room mentally.

About an hour later George found himself in the paint aisle with his dads at a Home Depot. George plucked a shades of blue card off the shelf and looked over it, picking out a light gray color. Similar to the one he had back home. He just wanted to be back home, he also picked out some curtain rods.

The next day George finished up his room, pressing his bed frame up against the wall by some windows. He had his mattress carried upstairs, set up his room.

A book shelf opposite of the bed, a desk next to it. He mounted his own tv to the wall. George was sometimes a bit of a handyman himself. Mounted his curtain rods, put up the baby pink curtains.

Finally, George went outside to get the box full of Petunias' stuff. He saw the same redhead boy with the same dark haired boy.

The redhead did a kickflip on his skateboard and skated back over to the other boy.

George didn't realize he was staring till the redhead waved and kicked his skateboard aside walking over.

"Hey!" he smiled looking down at George. George noticed how his hair was shiny in the light, a little shaggy, his face slim as his wide crooked smile spread across his face, a sprinkle of freckles over his nose.

"Hi, I'm George," he offered his hand to shake.

"Babe, Babe Heffron. Well my government name is Edward but only my Ma, the nuns, and my boyfriend call me that." He chuckled pointing back at the other boy as he walked over too.

"Nice to meet you," George smiled and the other boy shook George's hand.

"Eugene," he nodded, he had a thick southern accent. With big blue eyes and pale skin.

"What grade are you going into in the fall?" Babe perked up a bit trying to spark a conversation with George. Babe loved meeting new people and obviously this boy would need some friends.

"Uh 12th. I'll be a senior, my dads' enrolled me already at West Town High." George hummed, shifting his weight.

"Look at that Gene! We'll be seniors too this year! Are you looking for a little hustle? Where'd ya come from? Did ya work?" Babe bombarded him with questions.

"Oh, oh." George raised his eyebrows, "I came from Norfolk, Virginia. I worked at Starbucks, is there one in the area?"

"Oh god no," Babe laughed, "I work at a coffee shop or well it's a little cafe called Rosebud Cafe! We're hiring, you should come down with me tomorrow!"

"Edward, you're probably scaring this boy out of his britches." Gene rested his hand on Babe's arm.

"Oh wow," George was very much surprised by Babe's energy, "Here, Babe, do you wanna give me your phone number or instagram and we can keep in touch."

"Sure," Babe fished his phone from his pocket and pulled up his instagram handing George his phone.

George noticed that Babe's phone screen was very cracked and typed in his handle then followed himself before handing the phone back to Babe.

"I gotta go get my dog settled in. But maybe we could talk later tonight. Nice to meet you Gene and Babe." George grabbed Petunia's box again and the two boys waved as they walked back over to Babes house.

George set Petunia's dog bed down at the end of George's bed and sat on the ground as Petunia laid down on the bed.

"I made a new friend today," George gave her some pats as she looked over at him, "His name's Babe, he has a boyfriend named Eugene. He seems really cool, mans has lots of energy. Maybe he could show us some cool dog parks or places to walk." George smiled, giving her a kiss on the head and holding her close, "At least I have you princess."

The next day George followed Babe into the cafe. It was very rustic and had white Christmas lights lining the shop. Babe walked up to the counter and hit the little bell like three times.

"Heffron, the fuck?" a slim boy came out from the back with small gold hoops in his ears. Wearing a Motley Crue shirt and black cargo shorts.

"George this is Joe, well we call him Lieb, Lieb this is George. Is Nix here?" Babe leaned against the counter.

"Do you want something to drink?" Lieb looked at George.

"How's the coffee here?" George looked up at the menu boards.

"It's actually pretty good," Lieb hummed tapping on the ipad to put in an order.

"I'll take a caramel latte." George pulled out his wallet.

"Nah it's on the house I feel bad Babe dragged ya here." Lieb snickered, tapping away at it then getting to work.

"Lieb is kind of a dick but that's his branding kind of? He doesn't take shit from anyone." Babe sighed, "I'm gonna go run in the back and get my boss."

George nodded and watched Babe go behind the counter then through some double doors.

"Here," Lieb slid the coffee mug over to George.

"Thank you," George smiled, blowing on it.

"I'm not a dick, Babe just is a lot sometimes." Lieb smirked, "Also growing up a Jew in a small mountain town ain't easy." Lieb chewed on his lip.

"I can get it, I was a little nervous moving out here with gay dads." George took a sip, surprised how good his drink was.

"Here he is," Babe pointed at George as a man followed him out from the back. He had brown hair and a bit of a five o'clock shadow.

"Hi, are you George?" the man smiled, shaking his hand. George noticed the American traditional sleeve tattoo sneaking up his arm and into his t-shirt sleeve.

"In the flesh," George smiled.

"I'm Lewis Nixon, the owner of Rosebud. Lookin' for a job?" Nix asked.

"Yeah, I worked at Starbucks back in Virginia." George nodded.

"You know your way around an espresso machine?" Nix raised an eyebrow.

"Yep."

"Work well under pressure?"

"Yep."

"Memorize a menu?"

"You bet."

"Good, you're hired. Wanna start tomorrow?" Nix leaned on the bar top.

"Oh, sure. What's the pay? Uniform?" George asked. George hadn't even been here for a full two days and made two friends and had a job.

"$11 an hour plus you make tips, you can wear whatever you want no swear words on the shirt. But please wear closed toe shoes. I'm not tryna take any of you kids to the ER cause ya dropped a cup of jo on your feet." Nix looked at the three of them.

"Sounds good," George hummed.

Maybe things wouldn't be too bad here.

[c-130jsuperhercules]

this old friend of mine is. well. he's a 76 year old Air force vet, a devout christian, and a personal mentor for literally the last like. nearly decade of my life. he has been more of a father to me than my own father, but, like. I'm not out to him, and I'm still just lying to him about being both straight and also a devout christian but. uggghhhhhh he's genuinely such an amazing guy like he starts up groups with the aim of both feeding and assisting the homeless, and training kids in both fixing and riding bikes and yeah it is a christian group, I used to do bible studies and shit when I was still super christian and a part of the team but like. like he promoted real actual sexual education across groups and churches and ministries, and not in a "we need to get these young men to stop fuckin" but purely in giving young adults the resources and knowledge with which to make their own decisions. he's been very positive around trans and gay people so

anyway POINT IS I know that if I were to tell him I'm bisexual and have a boyfriend im having premarital sex with he would absolutely accept and love me but like. god idk even bc I have just been lying to him about it for months upon months upon YEARS now

and like the thing is I love my boyfriend to death I wanna rave about him to every person I meet so when he asks "so, you lookin for a girlfriend?" I want so badly to say "no but I got a boyfriend and he's the most beautiful man ever made and I would die without him" but i don't wanna suddenly become just a faggot, fallen from grace in his eyes. UGH

[starjxsung]

hai star, how are you?

ughh! i’m so so sorry your sister had to go through that :((( it really is so frustrating. i also haven’t been able to fully enjoy my vacation (or anticipating lolla peacefully either) bc even if i didn’t fully work things out, i was still stressing. i’m just frustrated bc nobody organized this well. i have a lil fault bc i could’ve reached out earlier but my professors or the program coordinators or whatever could’ve reached out to the supervisors and gathered all the info before just saying i was assigned to the center. they said there’d be other people but they didn’t tell me i was competing (they probs didn’t even know cuz they didn’t even communicate with the supervisors). idk, it’s a super red flag imo from all parts. i hope things do work out in the end. at least my professor said that if we can’t talk it out she’ll find me a new center (bc like i wanna leave so badly but i want my master’s bc if not all this suffering would have been for nothing🥲).

nonetheless, im so so so glad your sister’s internship came through but they handled it sooooo terribly. i feel for her so much. idk why people (especially if they take internships/practicums like wtf) don’t organize their shit!! but whatever, we ball. but it’s been so crazy lately. grad school has been too intense, where can i apply to place lip balm upon the lips of lee know? pls lmk

the move has been kinda stressy bc it’s been raining so badly here and we haven’t been able to clean the outside of the apartment 🥲 but we ballin too.

in terrible news, as we talk about lack of competence, tw: pet loss. as i was writing this message my bf said that the vet told him today that his senior family dog who was in surgery and had a leg amputation due to cancer had to be revived and was at the verge of death. which is so so so sad in itself. as a person that loves my animals more than anything, i would’ve taken the decision to put her down before the surgery but to each their own. but what really pisses me off is that the vet didn’t even do (or offer, in fact) to get her bloodwork done, knowing that she was high risk due to her age, condition and weight. the vet didn’t even do checked if she could survive before scheduling the surgery. and my bf’s parents were very naive and didn’t question it. and man, hate people that have lives in their hands and only care about money. this poor baby is still suffering there as of right now and it absolutely breaks my heart.

on a brighter note, my bf and i have a vinyl collection and i just ordered ateez’s the world ep.fin:will a few days ago. i’m really excited to get it. i’ve never seen a kpop vinyl irl and im really really interested in how it’ll look.

that is my life update of the day. i love you sm. thanks for giving me space to vent and im so sorry for always venting here </333 i hope you’re having a good time nonetheless, you genuinely deserve all that is good in life <3

(this is me btw)

-🐈‍⬛

THI WOOYOUNG PIC CRYINGGGGG why is he so cutie…….. 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

I’m still just so frustrated that you have to be dealing with this :( and even if you feel like you should have reached out earlier, I feel like it was still on THEM to communicate that to you. Like how are you just supposed to magically know what to do considering it’s your FIRST TIME doing this…. it doesn’t add up !!!! it’s almost like radio silence leads to miscommunication and misdirection 🤔 hmmmm

anyways. let me know how it all comes along and I’m rooting sooo hard for you in the meanwhile 🙂‍↕️🫶 you got this bby you’re SO smart and capable and I know you’ll get there !

Oh my god :( I am so so so sorry to hear about your bf’s senior family dog :( it is so VILE that they wouldn’t communicate the risks or offer to get bloodwork done first. Of COURSE all they would care about is rushing a pet into surgery as fast as possible for a big check :( how’s she doing now? Was she sent home? And does she seem to be having any adverse effects from being revived? I am so so so sorry again bby that is so unfortunate and my heart breaks at the idea of a dog going through that much suffering 💔💔 me & momo are sending all our love & prayers your way, I hope she’s able to recover okay and have some more years ahead of her still :(

ON that brighter note, let me know how the vinyl looks !! That is so exciting! I own RM’s Indigo and BTS Love Yourself on vinyl and I’d love to buy more, but my record player broke (it’s just a cheap ass crosley soooo… no surprise lmao) but when I get another one I definitely want to get a few more good ones! My sister’s always dreamed of having Key’s Bad Love on vinyl so I’ll probably snag that for her. And then some Ateez and probably Shinee 🤲 I feel like onew vinyl probably sounds so heavenly frfr

I love you so so much bby and I promise to send all the San & Yeosang pics when I get them this week !! Sending you all my love, hang in there 🫶💖 I love you so so much 🫶💓💖💘❤️🩷 (hello kitty Wooyoung and Hongjoong sooo real)

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