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curious-menace · 4 years ago

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Can you do headcanons of any Riddler getting cared for and gentle kisses from reader after getting beat up? He needs some loves.

SO I MAY HAVE SUGGESTED THAT MY ULTIMATE FANTASY IS TO GIVE RIDDLER A HUG WITH BACKRUBS AS HE TELLS ME ABOUT HIS DAY AND I STAND BY THAT WHOLE-HEARTEDLY .

i freaking love this stuff so im going to do all of them mwahahah

post asswoop riddlers getting loves

Arkham riddler

He’s VERY quiet, which knowing him and his inability to stop talking, is bad news.

I paint arkham riddler as a cry baby and i stand by that. this is the hill i will die on. He’ll have dragged his sorry ass into your apartment or house , dripping blood on your floors but he wont bother calling for you. he’ll just sit at the table with his head in his hands having a lil pity party until you find him.

when you do finally get home, he’ll be looking like a kicked puppy. he’s gotten stuck in his own head, mentally beating himself up even more. he got a fright when you came in because he was so caught up he didn't even hear you at the door.

He’s literally sits there like a child with his arms up for you to come scoop him up. he’s not even sure why his first thought after getting beat up was to come here, he’s probably lead the cops here or something and that was so stupid and- you should probably give him a lil soft smooch on the head to stop him before he goes into a spiral.

he needs more emotional and mental care than physical. Talk to him while you're patching him up. any topic, it doesn't matter just keep him focused on your voice and not the one in his head calling him dumb.

he wont admit he wants to be held and coddled after something like this. get your softest blankie and 2 mugs of coco with marshmallows and just ramble at him. tell him about your day or ask him to explain something boring and complicated so he’s focusing on that rather than how upset he is. let him sit on your lap or between your legs on the sofa and watch how its made or mythbusters or something until he falls asleep. he should be ok again in the morning, he doesnt stay down for long.

Blacklight Riddler

He’s used to getting his ass kicked, either by batman, the other rogues or once he’s a PI, by unhappy clients and the people he put away. He might be tiny but he’s pretty tough.

even if he’s really hurting, his probably trying to crack jokes and tell blood and bruise related riddles. He doesn't like to see you worry so even if he’s in a lot of pain or a bit upset about things, he’s trying to make you smile.

he likes kisses on his bruises. even if he just banged his hand on the table he’ll come to you because he wants you to kiss it better.

He’s a decent fighter, unlike a lot of riddlers who couldnt fight their way out of a paper bag. He can throw punches but he lacks in defence and with his bad knee, dodging can be a little hard. even if he wins the fight he’s still likely to need you to patch him up.

He likes kids plasters. like hello kitty and spongebob. no im not joking, he ALWAYS wanted them when he was little and his parents always said no. now he’s an adult he’s going to use them whenever he damn well pleases.

if it was a particularly bad one, he’ll be ok in the moment even if he has to go to hospital. But he’s going to drop the facade at some point and let you see how upset he is. winding up in hospital after being beat was a common occurrence in childhood. even after doing it time and time again as an adult it doesn't make it any easier on him. he’ll want to stay in your bed, be close to you for few days until either he starts to heal or something snaps him out of his funk.

BTAS Riddler

he really prefers other people to do the fighting for him. well physically anyway. he can handle his own arguments...most of the time. He’s going to need you to nurse a bruised ego more than anything. he probably got dunked on my batman or crane and now he’s huffing.

i don't know if this counts as care and kisses but he clearly needs you around to keep his sorry ass alive. he hurt his side in a fight once and said he wasn't hurt. believable... until he started to act a little confused, a little dizzy. needless to say it worried you enough to take him to emergency care.

He was obviously in agony by now but he was still fighting with you the entire drive there, insulting you and insisting he was fine. its a good job you took him when he did, turns out he’d ruptured his spleen and would probably be dead if you weren’t around to act like his common sense.

he still hasnt apologised for that. or any of the other times you insisted on medical care to stop him from pushing up daisies. he just pretends like you know he’s grateful so he doenst have to admit he’s bullheaded, stubborn and worst of all, wrong.

if he has been seriously hurt, he acts more indignant about it than anything. he wants to be waited on and pampered while resting in bed. he can be a genuine pain to deal with, talking about how lucky you are to see him in such a vulnerable state and how you should be grateful he’s letting you do this for him.

He doesn't want to admit how much he actually needs you. his goons wont put up with him when he’s like this and he’s freaking paying them to do it. you do it for free and no matter how annoying he is you havent left him yet. he doesn't tell you but youve noticed he starts getting you more gifts about a week after he’s recovered. like its taken him a day or two to work out he should probably thank you for all you do.

Original Riddler

this riddler is just weird. like he gets a freaking hang nail and he pretends like he’s dying. but he could nearly lose a limb and he’ll say “tis but a scratch” and still try to hobble about like nothing is wrong.

actually he’s more like olaf “oh look i've been impaled.”. he probably tries to laugh off life threatening injuries like its nothing, taking maybe 3 steps before he collapses on his face in a blood puddle and lets out a tiny “help”

good luck moving his tall lanky ass around. better get a gurney and maybe those vets at the zoo who deal with giraffes. seriously if you want to take care of him you are going to need help or some sort of action plan and a go bag because with his limp butt this will not be easy.

he’s kinda like BTAS riddler in that he needs you to tell him the injury is serious. hes not dumb he just has a high pain threshold and genuinely doesn't realise that injuries are as bad as they are.

he can be a bit of a baby while being patched up. he doesn't like a lot of blood or gore, it makes him feel a little sicky. better give him your phone to play with like a kid at the doctors or put the tv on for him to watch while you bandage him. word of warning, he will pass out or throw up if you try to give him stitches.

i think you should focus your love and attention on him AFTER medical care. just focus on the job, be silent and as fast as possible to get it over with quickly. you should probably bring him something sweet too. no not just you, although you are sweet for looking after him. give him something sugary because he’s going to be light headed after seeing any blood. maybe you could give him a lolly for being a good patient.

Telltale riddler

this riddler is essentially a metahuman. he can REALLY take a beating and bounce back fairly quickly. just look how many times batman punched him in the face and it barely stunned him! he doesnt usually need patched up after a fight. maybe just a lil smooch and some hugs

he did really need your help after the whole pact thing. having his friends abandon him hurt like hell, more than any physical injury ever could.

after that, he clings to you. almost obsessively so; we know he’s got some serious mental illnesses but he usually has the worst of it under control, even without meds. now? it seems like he’s experiencing ptsd and is afraid to go anywhere without you, like you might up and disappear if you arent in his line of sight at all times.

i think this riddler might need the most intense care from you. hugs and gentle reassurance wont be enough. you’re going to be responsible for taking him to therapy, keeping him taking his meds and grounding him to reality. this is the kind of responsibility you took on when you got involved with him but i doubt you realised how hard it would be. i cant promise it will all be worth it but i can promise he wont ever forget your kindness.

the kind of care he needs after such a hard knocking down is just stability. im not one for romance or any mushy gushy stuff but please just pour your love into the cracks in this poor mans soul.

its hard going, but he has his moments. his gallows sense of humor is still there and hey, after him being in and out and gone for so long, it might be nice to have him around more.

Zero year riddler

INSUFFERABLE LITTLE SHIT THIS ONE. he could LITERALLY be bleeding out in your arms and he’d STILL be backseat driving on your medical skills. the temptation to just leave him there to bleed is INCREDIBLE.

he’ll drop the act eventually. he’ll ask and maybe even beg for your help. man has no shame and all the self preservation instincts of a lemming. dont get me wrong, he can be a total coward some times, only looking out for himself . but when he’s actually hurt ? not a fuckin clue. does this head wound need an ice pack or heat pack? is this spurring blood wound worthy of medical care? no idea. he was a very sheltered child who never got so much as a bruise so he has no idea what to do when he’s hurt.

he gets the everloving shit kicked out of him on a clockwork basis. like you could hear knocking on your door at 3 am and already be at the table with a first aid kit like oh its tuesday riddler must have broken his nose.

he takes entirely too much joy in making you patch him up. youre starting to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose just to see you in your little apron and latex gloves . he’s getting off on this and you know it but god help you, you just cant resist his dumb face asking for your help and would you also wear this pink nurses outfit while youre at it?

one time he lost a LOT of blood. he would be fine but he was pretty damn loopy from lightheadedness. while you were trying to get him into bed to rest he started flirting with you. can you believe the audacity? he’s lost 3 pints of blood and he’s still more focus on his libido?

he’s actually going to be both humble and grateful for your help when he finally comes round. dont get me wrong, he’s still a bit of a prick but at least he says thank you for saving him before he demands you kiss all his booboos and ouchies.

nonnie i am having a stroke. i was trying SO hard to just pick one but i COULDNT because i am WEAK for hurt and comfort.

theres a reason i have a tag that literally says “i have naughty hands and no self control”

someone needs to stage an intervention

got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜

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ticklystuff · 3 years ago

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It’s always very hard to lose a pet and loved one. Sending lots of love to you and your family ❤️

ah tyty 💕

personally, i was already expecting he wouldn’t come home when they brought him to the emergency vet monday night, but the rest of my family thought he’d be okay, so it was a lot tougher on them than me

i actually didn’t cry the whole 6 hours we were with him even during the euthanizing process haha i mean it hurt ofc but i didnt wanna look upset in front of him but that was kinda pointless when everyone else around me was sobbing lol but it’s understandable because it was our first time putting a pet down

i chatted with the vet a bit after the whole thing while my family was still mourning and he was like “you looked so calm” and i told him my trauma prepared me for this that i actually wanted to be a vet when i was younger so like ive been prepared for stuff like this and it was nice because we just chatted a bit and he showed me how they did things there and stuff like that

anyway im staying home today. i decided to take the day off and my manager was super understanding and said i can just “work from home” instead of using my vacation days

ahh i kinda rambled a bit but thanks again for the well wishes 💕

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son-of-skarmory · 5 years ago

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((Alright, everyone’s been making posts about their mental health right now so I guess it’s my turn. This is just meant to be a general thing-I’m not targeting anyone (none of this is single-instance stuff), and my main goal is just to raise awareness of what it’s like on my end. I’ll go into minor detail about that in a bit.

Basically, I want to make a PSA about IMing me right now.

Details under the cut, and if you read I’d appreciate some notification (like a like or a message, or even an IM saying ‘read your thing’. But as usual, no pressure to do it. Do what you need to do for your mental health, too.

tl;dr is IMs are overwhelming so please don’t overdo them with me. You can send them but please give me time and space.

So, as some of you have heard before, chats and IMs can stress me out to no end. Even texting can do it, and group chats are the bane of my existence. I stress out over missing things, and it can tear my attention away from anything else because I don’t want the other person to be left hanging. So I don’t use tumblr’s chat rooms and I don’t use d.iscord.

‘But Wings!’ You say, potentially frustrated by my hypocrisy. ‘We IM all the time! You send me messages, so am I expected to not send you anything?!’

And, no, please hear me out. I can handle short bursts of messages if we’re in the middle of discussing something like and idea. I can also use chat features if there’s the mutual understanding that there’s zero rush to reply, or sometimes even to respond at all. But I can’t do constant, and I can’t do small talk.

Right now, amidst all this chaos, my mental health is really struggling. A quick summary (that you can skip if you want):

I’m constantly dealing with invasive and paranoid thoughts (the latter especially about Dad). I’m almost always overstimulated, and my brain feels like it’s been wrapped in tulle. I don’t ever feel like I’m not anxious and I’m crying nearly every day, which is scary because for me crying can trigger migraines.

My dad, who I’m mostly stuck with, is a bigot with severe hearing loss, and even with his hearing aids in it’s too loud for me to be in the same room with him (which is where my computer happens to be). He barely helps me take care of Benny, who currently needs a lot of stimulation that I can’t give him. Dad is also at extremely high risk when it comes to C.OVID-19 (and please don’t make and comments or jokes about it maybe being a good thing if he dies).

Work is a complete mystery. If we can even run Summer Camps this year, we don’t have the same budget as most years since we had no Spring Break Camps, field trip groups, or Spring after school camps. So if we run camps in person, I have to change up my projects bc we’ll have a limited budget for special materials outside what the center already has. There’s also a possibility we’ll do Zoom classes from our houses, in which case I have to set up space, limit my materials even more (since we’ll be sending out a materials list for parents to buy, and they probably won’t want to purchase plaster or block printing ink), potentially even dropping some classes. And also I’ll have to look at my hideous body on camera since I have to make sure the kids can see what I’m doing (meaning I might need an overhead camera?). My retail job is...I have no idea.

Plus, as of May 1st I have no insurance, I have to find a new therapist and psychiatrist, and one of my meds costs over $250. And bonus if I do end up getting that tonsillectomy that was supposed to happen while I was on my parents’ insurance.

Between no work right now and whatever happens with Summer Camps, it’s gonna be a heavy blow to my finances. And since I’m trying to file for state insurance, I had to get kicked out of my savings accounts. I can ask Mom to send me some money from them if need be, but just the whole concept of having almost no access to that money in an emergency is terrifying, especially since I pay for Benny’s food and vet bills. I know that this one makes me sound like the entitled white girl I am but I’m scared, okay?

So...yeah. Everything is a bit much right now, but I really want to be here. I just want to lay down a few guidelines:

Please do not IM me just because I’m on. This is honestly one of the worst things. Sometimes it makes me avoid that account for the rest of the day.

Please do not expect me to hold small talk via IMs. You’re free to come to me with more focused topics, but don’t IM me for the sake of IMing me.

Understand that I might be very slow to reply, and in some cases I might not reply at all because I’m stressed by life stuff or have nothing to offer. If I don’t reply, it’s not because I’m ignoring you or don’t like you. I just need some time or space or both.

I’m not trying to say you can’t IM me. In fact, getting IMs can be a positive thing, because then I feel like I’m being thought about and am actually important to people (which is something I’m trying to deal with, I promise). Someone checking in can very super uplifting. I love talking about characters interacting. But just understand that chats and IMs and DMs can be very hard for me.

...Yeah. I’ll try to spread this around to the other blogs over some time. I’m sorry this kinda turned into a vent session, but I appreciate you taking the time to read it. Please make sure you’re taking care of yourself as well, and please know I love you very much <3 ))

#out of birds #mental health stuff #body image tw #please let me know if I need to tag anything #I'm gonna go play ACNH #but I'll try to be back later #thank you for being kind to me

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vampirewithbedsidemanners · 5 years ago

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Out of the Vault: Story Time

STORY TIME This is not a work of fiction. TRIGGER WARNING: ACTIVE SHOOTER/THREAT. If you are sensitive to the topic, dont read. This is something I wrote for myself following a pretty intense situation at work. This was a few years ago but Im leaving out names and places on purpose, still. You hear a lot about active shooters in the media but they rarely cover active shooter threats, which can take a toll as well. I saw a news report once about schools in bad neighborhoods that have regular lock downs because of shootings in the surrounding neighborhoods are giving their students PTSD just trying to protect them. I can see why. I don’t think I have PTSD, but I wont really know until I get another call like this.

I don’t think about it often. Sometimes, in the days after when the rest of the world started forgetting, I would remember it.

But most days, especially now, it was a distant nightmare. I was still a kid at the time, young and naive. I still lived in that bubble of ‘it will never happen to me’. Every close call solidified that bubble. The almost stabbing, the drug busts, the scrappy fist fights that always ended with someone getting snowed, fed the delusion. Somewhere in the middle of all of it, I knew that we were short staffed. That I shouldn’t be clearing buildings and parking lots and bathrooms with drug addicts overdosed on the floor, by myself. Most days, I didn’t even notice.

It makes you feel big, even when you’re not. 5′1″, I disappeared behind the desk at the stationary post without even trying. The other guards couldn’t get in the patrol car behind me without moving the seat back. But there was an adrenaline rush to it that made me feel like I could do this, no matter my size. I liked the work, it made me a piece of a larger puzzle.

“You better lock down the hospital, I’m coming to kill you all.”

12 words.

5 minutes before help arrived.

1 other guard.

6 buildings. 23 floors between all of them. 11 elevators. 2 pedways. A tunnel. 17 entrances.

9 parking lots.

43 employees. Roughly 100 patients.

5:30 a.m., all the doors have automatically unlocked.

We had no plan. We had no face to put to the voice. The operator who took the call was doubled over in a corner, crying. The House Supervisor was quiet. My coworker, always confident on the border of cocky, was at a loss for words.

“Do we take this threat serious.” The question hung in the air.

“We have to.” House said. And that was it. The horrible, terrible, unfair truth about threats. Bomb threats. Active Shooter threats. It didn’t matter.

Its real until it’s not.

I used to write about how adrenaline rushes make you numb to the pain. I slammed my hand in the first door, trying to get it to lock. I was at the end of a long hallway, outside the Emergency Room. It was the first external door I passed on the way into the rest of the hospital. I felt the pain in my hand, even though the adrenaline was pumping. My palms were sweaty, and I was out of breath. I had to jump up over and over, swiping at the off button before I could lock the door.

As I ran down the hall towards the surgery area, all I could think was ‘I should have started at the main lobby.’ These long hallways with nowhere to hide would have made me an easy target. One short, out of breath, underpaid and overworked guard with a thousand keys and blood dripping down her hand because she was clumsy and couldn't lock a door, target.

The surgery entrance door stands open when you turn off the box. I didn’t know that at the time. I could feel the seconds ticking by as I struggled with it. In hindsight, I should have just locked the inner door and been done with it. They were glass anyways, and definitely not bullet proof. Anyone who wanted to get in wouldn't have been deterred by glass.

By the time I hit the pedway, I felt sick. It had been 2 minutes since I had started locking down the hospital, something that we had no plan or procedure for. Somewhere between day surgery and the pedway, I started to get tunnel vision. I don’t remember my thought process for calling my husband, and I vaguely recall what I actually said on the voicemail. My words were kind of hard to make out over the sound of me running down a flight of stairs.

‘I love you. I’ll be home late. Don’t freak out, but we have a Code Black at East. I love you.’ It was all I could make out. The first time I listened to it, a few weeks after that day, all I could remember thinking was ‘this could have been the last thing he ever heard from me.’

When I reached the main lobby, I started moving people away from windows and down into hallways. Registration helped some, mostly with moving benches. No one really knew what to do. Someone brought me a printout. Cops had arrived, there was just 2 patrol cars parked outside the Emergency Department. More were coming. They traced the number and got an ID. I was expecting a mugshot, not a military ID. The grainy black and white photo did very little to help with identification. I was looking for a black man, in his early 20’s, of unknown height or weight, neither of which are listed. I stood by the door, vetting everyone that came in. More cops showed up, some in undercover vehicles, some off duty in their own cars. It became harder and harder to tell what was suspicious from what wasn’t. I think by that point, the paranoia had set in. Even if the cops had more info than I did, they would have had just as hard a time picking a non-descript black man out in a crowd.

A man in sweats approached the front door. He had walked past the off-duty cop parked in front. The cop started opening his door to get out, or at least that is what my brain saw. It could have been anything, or nothing. I didn’t know. It was the hoodie that caught me off guard. Baggy clothes conceal everything. His hood was up, hands in his pockets. I couldn’t see his face.

It played out like one of those dreams where you’re cornered and scrambling and trying to get the words out, but you can’t. I was shaking so hard I could barely hold the glass sliding doors as I tried to force them back together. He walked at a normal pace, at ease. There was nothing aside from the clothes and skin color to say that this was the caller, but I was terrified that it was, regardless of the statistics. Looking back, I must have looked like a mess. Here I was, shaky and out of breath, struggling to push together glass doors that didn’t actually lock to stop a potential shooter who would just break them down anyways instead of running away. My voice was gone, as was all the air in my lungs. I’ve seen videos, of cops shooting suspects that were already down because of adrenaline. It gets to be too much, and they start to twitch and accidentally pull the trigger. I imagine, this is what that would feel like. We’re all human, after all.

When he pulled out his hospital badge, I thought I might actually start crying from relief.

It was over in under 10 minutes, but I was still shaky 2 and a half hours later when they found him and I was finally sent home.

People at work said that it wasn’t real, because nothing happened. People, mostly the other guards, who were called in and showed up after the site was swarming with law enforcement. We had half the police force, it seemed like, between the off duty and the incoming shift. State troopers were combing the surrounding interstates. Military police were waiting at the caller’s residency. But there was just the two of us for those first 5 minutes. Before police were there, before we had any answers. We had to pick and choose what entrances to lock because there was no way to lock them all. We ignored entire buildings because there was too much ground to cover. If he had been sitting in his car in the parking lot when he called, it wouldn’t have mattered if the cops were called or the military police involved.

I would have been a target for the uniform I wore. Patients might have been fine. Nurses, too. Doctors maybe. The floors would have gone untouched. But the two of us would have been shot at, even if he didn’t hit either one.

Troopers found the caller overdosed in his car 3 miles from the hospital. He had a gun, but only a handful of bullets. Even if he had shown up, he was too messed up to do anything and would have quickly been taken down. They gave him Narcan, and the Military police took him away. I found out later when I was looking over the list of charges that he had also called the fire department and told them the hospital was on fire and that they needed to evacuate us. Someone said he wanted pain pills and the doctor said no because he was a junkie, but I’m not really sure why he did it. It doesn’t really matter. He was sentenced to 15 years for the civil side of things and court marshaled for conduct by the military. He will spend the better part of the next two decades in a military prison serving two consecutive sentences. 15 years and then another 5 for the military.

The hospital had forgotten by shift change. I had been held over 15 and a half hours because of the lockdown. I would have gotten off at 6 a.m. that morning. When I came in the next night, no one really talked about it. I guess that means I did my job. My debriefing was 10 minutes, and didn’t cover anything, really. The hospital locked down the truth and smoothed things over with the local paper. They didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

We were 3 miles and 5 bullets away from a Code Silver, active shooter.

But nothing happened so it wasn’t real, right?

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jpat82 · 6 years ago

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Don’t

CHAPTER 19

Warning: pet death (I’m sorry), adult content.

Side note: if you’ve never the poem rainbow bridge please do, it’s an amazing poem.

You sat in the waiting room of the emergency vet, elbows on your knees, head in your hands. They took Hagrid back as soon as you came in, leaving you standing there, a complete mess. You were trying so hard to hold the tears back. Thoughts of your brother ran through your head, how he came home one day with scraggly looking kitten. The biggest smile on his face, how much he loved that animal even when his drug addiction was so bad he made sure that cat had food and clean litter box.

But he was gone, had been for sometime, and Hagrid was the only piece of him left in this world. A warm hand gently stroked your back, you sat up suddenly, your eyes met those sky blues you had come to know so well. Chris gave you a weak smile as he pulled you into him.

Your reserve not to cry broke, tears fell as he held you close to him. Chris stroked your back as you clutched on to him, you trying to calm yourself back down. When you did you pulled back looking at him.

"Your sisters birthday?" You asked, he brought his hand, brushing the tears from your face.

"I couldn't just let you be here alone." He replied softly. "What has the vet said?"

"They.. they are stabilizing him." You said shakily. "I'm sorry, you didn't have to come."

"Don't apologize, I wanted to be here for you." He pulled you in and gave you tight hug.

"Miss y/l/n?" Your head snapped around, wide eyes landing on the vet.

"Yes?" You asked, standing on unsteady feet.

"We have him stabilized at the moment but his kidneys have shut down." She said softly, reaching over and grabbing your hand. "I'm sorry but.."

"Can I see him?" A fresh tear rolled down your cheek, if anything you had to say goodbye. It was one the thing the drugs took from you when it came to your brother.

"Of course, follow me." She smiled sadly, taking you to the back.

One the table wrapped in a soft towel was the mangy cat you loved with your whole heart. IV's hooked up to him, his eyes closed, he looked so peaceful. You walked over, Chris staying just behind you, you knelt down at the table in front you. Looking at Hagrid.

"Im Sorry Buddy." You said softly, stroking the cats face. "I don't want you to go but it looks like it's that time huh? At least you get to see your dad, can you tell my brother something for me? Can you tell him I miss him? Let him know I think about him all the time, and even though he did what he did, I'm not mad."

Chris placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.

"I love you, Hagrid. Tell my brother I love him too, and if you see grandpa as well." You watched the animals chest rise and the fall, then he didn't breathe in again and you knew.

You continued stroking his face, tears running down your face. Slowly you stood, watching as the nurse checked for a heartbeat, she gave you sad smile again. You turned, Chris pulled you tight against him, allowing you to cry into him. You heard the nurse leave, allowing you your moments.

He stroke gentle circles in your back, his head resting on yours. It broke his heart to see you like that, not being able to do damn thing about it. He felt your body shake with each ragged breath you took.

"Hey, baby girl, breathe." He whispered, placing a tender kiss on the top of your head. "You'll see him again. I'm sure you've heard of rainbow bridge."

You pulled back, looking up at him again and shook your head.

"Its where they wait for you. It's a special place your pets wait for when you pass to meet with you. And they'll be there like they were at the peek, beautiful and full of life and when it's your time they will reunite with you to cross over." Chris explained, smiling down at you. "He'll be waiting, I promise."

"Okay." You said with a ragged breath. "Can we go?"

"Yeah, come on." He replied, grabbing your hand. You stopped by the desk, sign a form, they were going to get you a paw print and give you his ashes in a couple of days.

Chris walked you out, telling them they would be back for your car in the morning. He told you he didn't want you to drive being as upset as you were. He took you back to his house, he help you out of his Jeep and walked you up to the building.

Opening the door for you, he help you out of your jacket, tossing it on the chair next to you. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, Chris pulled you closer as he snuck his arm around your waist.

"I'm sorry baby girl. I know hard it is to loose a pet you were close to. They are more like family then family sometimes." He kissed your forehead gently as you went to bury your head in his neck.

"I just want to forget, even if it's just for a bit." You sighed, Chris didn't hesitate as he lifted you off the floor gently.

He walked you down the hall to his room and gently set you down on the bed. His eyes were focused on yours as he pulled your shirt from your body, followed by your pants. He pulled his shirt over his head and unbuckled his pants letting them drop to the floor.

Unlike the times before he took his time this time. His gentle touches and caresses were exactly what you needed, they way his fingers danced across your skin, setting it on fire. His kisses were intense as he stroked the sensitive spots of your body, your nerve endings humming tight. When he finally did enter you he almost had you coming undone.

His pace was slow, and yet it was perfect. You could feel his entire length drag through you when he pulled his hips back, just for him to snap them back. He seemed to know exactly what you needed with out you ever saying a word. He locked eyes with you as he continued to buck himself into you.

"God, you're beautiful." He whispered, leaning down, his lips crashing into yours.

You could feel yourself building, your core started to tighten around him as Chris drove himself harder into you. He grasped your thigh, pulling it high on his hip and you dug your finger tips into the back of his arm. With a hard snap the dam burst, your orgasm hitting you causing you cry out lightly.

"Baby girl." Chris groaned his pace faltering as he came right behind you.

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#chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans smutt #chris evans #chris evans fic #chris evans fluff #dont

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captainjellyart · 7 years ago

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id like to know the 'full story' if its not a problem....! if u dont wanna post it here or whatever dont worry tho cause it's understandable!! i hope u feel better super soon, no matter what happened...!

wahh i tried re-uploading the livestream onto dailymotion but it exceeded the upload limit oops ;;

i’ll just try and write the explanation under the cut. its gonna be long af, but i dont wanna leave out any details because i dont want people to take this story the wrong way. (sorry mobile users lol)

TW: animal death.

about a month ago, me and my roommate went and got two baby bearded dragons from a pet store. i was planning on adopting/rescuing an adult one, but we were looking on all the adoption sites, and we calculated that just straight up getting one was cheaper at the time. the particular pet store we went to has a reputation of not taking care of their animals, but it was sort of an impulse trip. (the trip to go get them was impulse, but i have lots of experience with bearded dragons and have been planning on getting one of my own for a while now.)

my roommate got the male, “Spam”, and i got the female, “Vienna”.

we kept them in the same tank for a couple weeks, but we kept an eye on them in case they started showing aggression towards each other. they never did, but we eventually separated them anyway. Spam wasnt eating as well as Vienna, so we fed him separately-- but then Vienna was the one who wasnt eating well, so we tried to feed her separately. Spam got better, but... Vienna didnt.

after a couple days of feeding her through one of my un-used t-shot syringes, one day i burst out crying because i thought she was dying. i called multiple vets, and only one was available asap.

we took her to the emergency vet, and the doctor didnt say we were doing anything wrong in particular. she just said she was in critical condition, and she had less than 50% chance in surviving. she gave us the option of putting her down right then and there, or try to nurse her back to health (which could take weeks). me and katie desperately wanted to help her, so we decided to take her back home with the medical supplies provided by the vet.

this was around the time when i opened up the emergency commissions, because the vet bill was super high. i borrowed money from my brother, and he needed to be paid back asap. for the next couple days, we fed her the prescribed medicine every hour on the hour. we did daily treatments and gave her a ton of TLC.

but,,, when we thought she was finally getting better,,, one day, she slowly passed away in my hands.

i havent felt so much of a failure in a long ass time. i beat myself up for being so stupid as to buy a sickly animal from a pet store which i knew had a bad reputation for carelessly breeding their animals, and i hated the fact that i supported such a corporation. but after a day of sobbing, i came to a conclusion.

the more time i spend mourning over her, the less time i spend saving another family member.

the next day, we held a little funeral with my roommates in our yard. i decorated the box i put her in, and we all had a ceremony in her honor. as soon as we buried her; we all went immediately to get another one.

i didnt talk about any of this publically for a while, and i wasnt planning on doing so, because i know this story story so far can rub some people the wrong way. we absolutely loved and adored Vienna, and we did everything we could to keep her healthy and alive. i mourned and had closure on her behalf, and im still mourning. remember that everyone mourns differently, and i dont want anyone to think i didnt care about her or think im simply replacing her.

now with that out of the way: again-- i wanted to adopt/rescue, and i didnt mind getting an adult. but at this point, we already had a setup for a baby beardie and it was going to be a while before we were able to upgrade. but all the adoption sites didnt have any beardies that were under 1 years old, so i did my research and went to a place where they took wonderful care of their animals.

i asked if there were any older beardies, but the only stock they had were these fresh babies that they just got the day before. i was skeptical on getting one, since i didnt wanna fuck up because baby beardies are super super fragile. but i couldnt leave without one, so we picked one we fell on love with and checked out.

again; i dont want anyone to think that im simply replacing Vienna. but since Vienna lived such a short life, and she came from such a terrible birthplace-- in honor of her struggle, we named this baby after her. thus; this new baby is dubbed “Vienna the II”. i know people are going to think its stupid, but i was already attached to the name and i wanted to try really hard to keep her name and memory alive.

so- in case anyone was wondering why “Vienna” is so much smaller now, and why we call her “the second��-- this is why. keep in mind that every animal we take into our lives; we are 1000% dedicated to keeping for the duration of their lives. they arent just pets, they are family to us. please respect the memory of Vienna the I.

oof, sorry for the sad sob story. if youre wondering why im so inactive online nowadays, its because im having some relapses in depression and im giving as much TLC to my animals as i can at the moment. ill be a little more active soon.

#tea talks #shoot i just realized that this is going to be on my art blog #frick #send asks like these to my main blog as to not clog up my art blog please lmfao #long post #Anonymous

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avariea · 7 years ago

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Emergency Commissions Open!!!

OK so last thursday I woke up to my cat titan throwing up blood and crying in pain. Thankfully my vet was able to make an emergency appointment for him at 7am that morning. Once we got there he was rushed to to the back and I barely saw him after that.

Turns out titan had so many kidney stones and urinary crystals built up that his bladder was nothing but hard mess and his kidneys had completely stopped working. He had to have surgery immediately in order to remove the stones and break up the crystals. Even after that he was put on dialysis in order to repair his kidneys and get them working again. All in all he was in icu for 5 days. Now normally we have a savings fund we put money in each month in the case of something like this but all together his vets bills are almost 2 grand. It wiped out our fund just keeping him in the hospital much less the meds/surgery itself/ivs/and bed fees.

Now Titan is finally home (tho really doped up) and safe but what does my lil butt of a pupper do? Slip his lead run next door and literally shred his paw. (I wont post pics cause graphic af) The vet took a look at his paw for me for free cause he is a SAINT but sadly there is nothing we can do for him. Stitches would just get ripped out, he refuses to keep his boots on, and he is a lil pain in the butt so screw listening to mom right?

So now we are looking at getting an electronic fence that he CAN’T get out of in order to keep this from happening again. But im sure as some of you know, those things are freaking expensive.

SO what does this mean for all of you??

Im opening up emergency commissions. Meaning ANYTHING in my shop will be up for grabs (even the painted backgrounds and such which I hardly ever do) in order to cover titan’s vet bills and the new fence for mr butt head over here.

You can find my shop at avarieaarts(dot)com (no link cause tumblr is a butt about links)

Feel free to message me here or disco or email at [email protected]

(P.S. for all my Flightrising friends out there, if you want drago coms just pm me and we can talk price. Im not expensive in the least)

#Petblr #catblr #dogblr #vet bills #art #titan #genji the dog #any help (even just a reblog) would be amazing thanks guys <3

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sarahreeese · 7 years ago

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Ships: How they happen and Headcanons PART 1

Someone requested this, so here is the rundown of my ideal scenarios for each of the ships that I ship. It’s long and detailed so I’m sorry if you’re on mobile. For the rest of you, it’s under the cut. Includes NSFW head canons. This got out of hand so I’m going to split this post up.

So my ideal scenario for Sarah regardless of who she ends up with is that she becomes incredibly confident in her abilities as a psychiatrist and chooses to incorporate those with her training in the ED and becomes the best young doctor in whichever field she chooses after her residency (Psych or Emergency). While doing this she opens up a center for homeless youths that has guards and provides psychiatric help with PTSD or depression or drug addiction or anything else they might need. She becomes of driving force in Chicago in the fight for the homeless, youth and veterans especially. Sarah also uses her money and the connections to money she has from Connecticut and her Ivy League days to help open the many centers all around Chicago. She also creates a service dog program at Gaffney where they take in shelter dogs and train them.

So now that we have her life plotted out, let’s look at how I envision each of my ships.

Reethan

Sarah dates Noah for like a maximum of 4 months, in this time she realizes she was just desperate for someone since Joey seemed to move on so fast, and she’s always been weak for people who are nice to her and compliment her. They have chemistry for the first like month, but it boils down to Noah not being mature enough for her and so they break up. BUT during the few months they were together, Wreckton spent a lot of time with Chexton. Sarah and Ethan bond over these new experiences of dating the Sextons and probably one or two awkward trips to church. Because while April and Noah are religious the other two definitely are not and end up getting to know one another even better outside of work. The four hanging out becomes such a tradition, that the first week after they break up, Ethan stops by to try and cheer her up. The break up is awkward in the ED for the first few months, but Ethan always tries to make Reese feel welcome again when he sees her. For the next year Sarah begins falling for Ethan, but remains super friendly with him and April and pushes those feelings down because they’re happy together and that’s what matters. Eventually April and Ethan break up, they have been shaky for a while but he proposes, she says yes, but realizes it’s not best for the both of them and cancels the wedding. Sarah is there for Ethan when things get awkward for him in the ED and their friendship grows stronger.

Then Ethan gets called up from the reserves to help train medics over seas. He keeps this a secret from everyone besides Sharon, up until the day before he leaves. After a patient dies in the ED he loses it, and walks up to the roof, Sarah finds him and he finally tells her that he’ll be gone for at least 3 months if not more. He then asks if she’d be willing to take care of his bird, and if she’d mind coming over later so he could show her how to take care of it. She does and one thing leads to another and there are so many emotions that the end up having sex. Sarah wishes him good luck, but is pretty much having a mental freak out over the fact that she’s had her first one night stand with this guy she’s practically in love with. Ethan just has so many things on his plate that he doesn’t really think about until later. So basically Sarah tries to work this through in her mind while working and taking care of this bird. They kind of send messages back and forth but they never talk about that night. Ethan thinks that he’ll have to extend his time over seas and he talks to Sarah about watching his bird for longer. Then surprise he doesn’t and he comes home early and finds her like passed out on his couch with his bird flying around. She wakes up, they don’t talk about it still, and have sex again. They start dating in secret because Ethan’s an attending and Sarah’s still a resident even if they are in totally different departments. It eventually comes out and everyone’s willing to turn a blind eye if this is the last damn romance in this ED.

Head canon round

What they fight about

Sarah trying to help with his process of dealing with trauma and his PTSD and him getting annoyed about it. And possibly frustrations over both of their simultaneous difficulties with commitment at the different levels. Later on possibly children. OH, and Sarah’s willingness to sacrifice her safety for the kids she helps on the streets. Because you know the mob does not like her trying to help their sex slaves out of slavery.

Holidays

In my mind they both choose to work holidays, and have for a really long time. The two of them probably have the least familial connections out of all the doctors on Chicago Med so they kind of take the shifts no one else wants so the others can have time with their families and kids. So the tradition they started long before they ever get together is having breakfast together the morning after on their way home from work.

Families

Sarah hasn’t seen her mom really since she left for Chicago, and her dad died while she was a teenager so she is really not close with her family. Parents were each only children and her grandparents have passed on so she’s made Chicago her home, and the staff her family. Dr. Charles being her unintentional substitution of a father, and Maggie her mom. They both approve of Choi. Ethan isn’t very close with his family, but they are on more of speaking terms. His parents are still alive, if unattached to what’s happening with his life. He has a brother and sister who he isn’t very close with. The both have very practical high paying business careers on the West Coast.

Sleep/NSFW

Ethan’s great in bed. Loves going down on Sarah. Sarah’s literally only been with unexperienced 20 somethings so it’s a huge change, she’s kind of wondering if she actually ever got off with anyone before Ethan because it’s such a different feeling. He loves being in control (head canon stolen from mightyfinebear on AO3) and so watching her come undone at almost everything he does is satisfaction at a whole new level. Also shower sex, and table sex, and everywhere in the apartment sex. Ethan has a horrible time sleeping at night, and needs someone like Sarah who is just a rock once she’s out. He can get up, go for a run, pace, box, whatever he needs to and then crawl back in bed and she won’t even notice. Most of the time he sleeps better when she’s there, and can sleep for almost 7 hours compared to his normal 4. However that only makes the nights when she isn’t home worse to sleep. It wasn’t until she had decided to surprise by coming home early after her shift that she knew he had such a hard time sleeping. He was still up from the night before, and Sarah pulled him straight to bed where he actually talked about it until he fell asleep.

Pets/Living together

In that 6 months between April and Ethan breaking up and him leaving, Sarah found an injured pit bull on the side of the road. She knew Ethan had experience with animals and called him on just this side of crying and he came to help. They stabilized her together and got her to a vet. The dog’s leg is unable to be saved, and she didn’t have any tags so Sarah adopts her. Ethan and Sarah move in mostly because of the dog and the parrot. The dog is skittish and likes company, and so does the bird and they keep each other calm during the day.

Rheesker

So this lil ship started from me accepting that they’ll put Ava with Connor so why not have them be in a poly-relationship

So Ava and Connor start having sex to blow off tension and try and channel the competitive edge that they have towards each other into something that’s more relaxing for them. Ava is still mean to anyone not an attending and Sarah, after frankly just a shitty day like loses it and snaps at her in front of Connor after a comment she makes after a surgery.There’s probably some pent up resentment towards Zanetti and she’s just sick of rude surgeons. So Sarah storms off after that, but she’s now permanently on Ava’s radar. Her comments make her soften the way she approaches most of the doctors at Med, and she starts talking more to Sarah and inviting her out to drinks and to hang out with Connor and her after work. The more they hang out with one another the closer they all get, and they kind of become this trio who is almost always seen with each other. Then Ava kind of introduces the idea to Connor of bringing Sarah in, and he’s intrigued by it, but he thinks that she’s completely dreaming because Sarah’s just so conventional and safe and would never do that kind of thing. Meanwhile Sarah is developing this crush on both Ava and Connor because they’re just so different than Noah was, and she’s just internalizing it and keeps telling herself she’ll deal with it later.

The whole time people are getting more and more suspicious of Connor and Ava, and eventually Goodwin catches wind of it and has to figure out how to deal with it without jeopardizing her two future cardiac surgeon’s careers. If anyone found out they were sleeping together, it would open up the hospital to law suits. Sharon asks Sarah to give the warning so it doesn’t go on any kind of professional record and because she’s close to them. Sarah, this whole time, didn’t really pick up on them sleeping together. And she’s just mortified and also beating herself up because why would they like her, and she just gives them this really like terse warning about sleeping together and kind of completely pulls away from them. Ava and Connor both ask for her to talk to them and she rebuffs them for a week or so. Then Ava tells her they’re coming over whether she likes it or not and Sarah actually lets them in. Finally Ava extends the idea of the three of them being together to Sarah, who immediately thinks they’re just weirdly trying to pity her or something. Eventually they kind of coax her out of her shell and the three kind of establish what they are tentatively and they start dating. And whenever Goodwin brings up something about Ava and Connor dating, they say that Ava’s the one who’s dating Dr. Reese.

What they fight about

Connor and Ava are still competing for the spot of the Cardio attending so work can tend to bleed over into their relationship. They all also work very hectic schedules and that causes mainly frustration over just not getting to see each other very often or equally. Connor’s daddy issues, Ava’s attitude and treatment of others, and Sarah’s internalizing of her thoughts and feelings of being the third wheel.

Food

The three of them loving going out to dinner. It’s always been Sarah’s favorite kind of date, and she has tried an absurd amount of restaurants from all over the city out, so she’s like an expert at places she’d know they’d love or hate. She’s also a vegetarian, which Ava found hilarious, and so completely fitting of her the first time they all got food. (”What?” “You’re just such a stereotype.” “What does that mean?”) The moment that Sarah kind of fell in love with Ava a little more was when she called Sarah at work because she wanted to get her some sort of veggie burgers she liked, so Sarah had something to eat at her house. Connor’s the best cook out of them all, with Ava coming in second, and Sarah being proficient at the things she was good at, and horrible at anything else. Her house mainly consists of frozen faux-meat in her freezer, frozen dinners and veggies, crackers and bread, and 8 jars of various nut butters. Sometimes eggs, but she only buys those 6 egg cartons because she never uses a whole dozen. Connor and Ava both have extensive bars in their apartments filled with excellent whiskeys and gins. Both of which turn Sarah’s stomach, so they start buying white rum, vodka and wine to keep at their houses for her.

Families

Ava’s family is entirely normal, especially put in perspective with the other two. Her parent’s had high expectations but she’s met all of them and so it’s never been much of a problem in her mind. Sarah thinks that she’s so critical of others because of how critical her parents were to her but Ava doesn’t see it. Connor’s got good ol’ Cornelius Rhodes who creates all the same issues he did in the show, and Sarah has all the issues she had that I mentioned previously. But Claire, once she got over the initial news, loves both Ava and Sarah and the three girls get dinner alone when they can.

Sleep/NSFW

Sarah almost always sleeps in the middle. It’s mostly out of function because she can never seem to get warm, but also because Ava kind of worries about her feeling left out. The facts that she isn’t in cardio and usually is the one with the most different of schedules, and that she was brought in last all make Ava and Connor worry about her. They both also selfishly like being the big spoon and cuddling around her. Sarah’s also the heaviest sleeper of them all and can sleep through both sides shifting and getting up in the night.

The two of them are weirdly Connor’s dream girl separated. Ava’s this sexy hot head who challenges him in work and in their relationship, and he just lives off it. Sarah is all the gentleness and cooling that’s opposite of Ava, she just wants someone who is kind of gentle and domestic. She adds like this softness to both his and Ava’s personalities and they can turn off the competition when she’s around. She tempers both of them where they can have this actually thriving relationship. So when it’s just Connor and Ava, the sex is faster and filled with this needy, brutal energy; just trying to fuck out the problems they refuse to resolve with words. The direct competition is hard on them and when they’re alone it’s always hovering over them with this foreboding dark cloud. If they don’t think about it, they don’t need to address it. Sarah and Ava is a lot more playful. Ava can pull a smile out of Sarah like her life depended on it, and she’s just so enamored with Sarah and her shyness and the she’s like almost blind to how attracted the two of them are to her. She’s usually the one that has Sarah pressed up against the elevator door on their way home. Sarah and Connor are very sweet. He likes that he can pull out his most romantic moves and she really appreciates them. Not that Ava wouldn’t, but Sarah is a romantic nerd at heart and likes the more traditional date nights. They’re the two that are most likely to have slow dances in the living room and sweet sex in the bedroom. When the three of them can actually manage all being together when they aren’t too tired or have to work at a stupid early time, there’s like this thrum between all of them. An excitement and playfulness that normally isn’t there, and all of them get a little handsier than usual. Sarah’s leaning into Connor’s chest and he’s got his arms around both their waists. Ava’s playing with Sarah’s hair as they wait for their meals to come out, and Connor’s just making moon eyes across from them. They’re all just so careful to like memorize and take in every detail when they’re all together.

Pets/Living Together

They don’t have any pets. It’s just very unreasonable with their schedules and the life styles they like to keep of going out for drinks and dinner until late. Sarah loves animals though, so it’s not entirely off the table, just until Sarah’s not a resident anymore. They don’t live with each other, but none of them ever really sleep at their own place most of the time. Connor’s apartment gets the most use because it’s closest to the night life of the city and it has the biggest bed and the nicest views. It also has indoor parking for the cold Chicago winters which Sarah loves. Sarah’s house is cozy and nice and usually they’ll sleep there when she has a big day ahead of her. She’s a creature of habit and only in this relationship has she been ok staying over at her significant others’s house. And while her bed’s not as big, it is the most comfortable and so the just sleep a little closer. They spend the least amount of time at Ava’s. She wasn’t even really unpacked until the three started seriously dating. Then Sarah told her it was very sad that she had no life here and they spent the whole day making her house more homey. Sarah suggested getting her a fish to liven it up, but was shot down by both surgeons out of fear for it dying when they weren’t there.

Reestead

So this one is honestly a short term ship at best, but still sweet.

So after Sarah breaks up with Noah she decides to take a break from any kind of romance and starts looking for ways to make more of a difference in the world. She begins volunteering at different community centers and youth organizations to kind of consume all the time she doesn’t spend at the hospital. Sarah, once again, becomes attached to a kid she meets at the community center she volunteers at and is really torn up when she witnesses a drive by that leaves him in a wheelchair. She’s interviewed on scene by one of the beat cops, but she sees Kim and Jay across the way and makes a mental note to check up on the progress. Soon she actually goes to 21 and asks Jay what happened and if there’s anything she can do. She knows all the kids there and is familiar with the faces and so she actually plays a major part in helping solve the case. Jay gives her a ride back to the hospital so the two of them can talk to the kid who was shot, and survived. Jay kind of sees this really warm and confident and vibrant side to Sarah that he never has when he’s talked to her before. He makes his own mental note, and carries on with the case. They’re all grateful she helped them out in the case and Jay tells Sarah she can call him if she ever needs anything. They see each other at Molly’s and talk a bit, but nothing actually happens for months.

He get’s a call at like midnight 4 months from the shooting and it’s Sarah whose voice sounds shaky like she’s about to cry, and so he rushes down to the hospital where Sarah is pacing outside a door in the ED. He thinks she’s crying but her face is pure fury (she’s an angry crier, which only makes her more angry when someone points it out). Someone assaulted one of the girls she works with at the youth center and the officer who brought her in made this horrible crack about her being a sex worker and asking for it. Sarah more or less kicked him out of the hospital, but still wanted the girl to be able to file a report with someone. And she didn’t know who to call but him. And so once again they work on this case and Sarah just becomes so impassioned when she sees these kids hurt and he’d never think anyone would say this, but Sarah Reese looks ferocious, like she’s ready to take on the world for them. They get closer after this and eventually Jay invites her to a hockey game. To which she knows none of the rules, but really enjoys spending time with him and has a great night. Sarah loves that he’s so dedicated to helping people, and that he’s past that shit head 20 something thing that her exes both had. He’s mature and respects her dedication to her volunteering. Jay appreciates how different she is from Erin. She’s young and unjaded and she thinks she can change the world. It’s refreshing and things heat up between the two broken hearts.

They date casually, neither of them have a ton of time for romance or a relationship, but it’s definitely more than a one night stand/booty call situation because Sarah doesn’t know how to not do commitment. In the end they just kind of fizzle out. It’s a lot of work and neither one of them are the best at opening up when they aren’t with the person during the day. They end on really great terms and Sarah is always allowed to call his number at any time if she needs help, or more likely, one of her kids needs help. And she’s always there to check up on him, to stop him from completely running himself ragged. He’s the one who introduces her to the vet groups, and where she get’s really impassioned to help soldiers on the streets.

What they fight about

Sarah putting herself in harms way for these kids. This continues on after their break up, too. She’s so dedicated to being that person for them because most don’t have anyone else, that she will take dangerous risks. Sarah’s also the daughter of a defense attorney and so I can see her cringing and being shocked at some of the things she hears/sees while helping 21 out.

Dates

They had a really tough time finding a good balance between the two of them. They have just totally different interests when it comes to dates, so the first month it just alternated between some sports game (which Sarah didn’t get), a museum (which kind of bored Jay), Molly’s (which barely counted as a date) and Netflix and Chilling. They started doing more outdoors stuff and found, although Sarah hates being cold, that it was the best common ground.

Families

Sarah’s mom is never really informed about Sarah dating a cop. They dated for like 6 months, and Sarah’s rule is only after a year she tells her mom. Will thinks it’s incredibly weird at first, and keeps asking Jay why he had to pick the youngest coworker of his to date, but he’s fairly supportive.

Sleeping/NSFW

Once and only once did Sarah ever sleep over at Jay’s. She ran into Will in Jay’s shirt and nothing else and was so mortified that she wouldn’t look at him for the next week. They spend a lot of time at Sarah’s and she always keeps his favorite beer in stock because he usually comes over after all the stores around her place close. On those late nights they usually don’t make it past her couch. It’s beer and fast undressing, and Stranger Things afterwards. They both wake up at 3 AM with kinks in their necks before they move to her bed for the last 4 hours.

#chicago med #sarah reese #reethan #reestead #rheesker #i more or less wrote out my fic ideas #that i will probably never finish #let me know what you think

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kingshixld · 8 years ago

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I work at an animal shelter and some of the shit we see is awful so like. tw animal cruelty & death. don’t feel like you have to read this. like. I just needed to get it off my chest and I didn’t want to shove it on anyone specifically so I threw it here. I need to vent because it’s fucking heart breaking. thats all this is.

so we sort of develop a sick sense of humor because thats literally the only way we can deal with some of the shit we see. but like. it’s hard to keep joking because we’re all trying to not let this thing fuck us up but we all know it’s seriously fucking us up anyway?? so the jokes seem pointless but we’re still trying and i just. like some days i’m fine. i can joke and it actually helps make the awful shit seem less real. today it was just too much shit and i couldn’t brush it off bc holy fuck it was so bad.

animal control showed up and hunted me down because I was the only one who knew how to do intake office stuff who was there today. so he was like “hey come take a picture of this dog” and i knew it was a dead one, thats the only reason he’d want me to take it now before he puts in hte freezer instead of waiting until tomorrow when im actually working in the office. but then he makes a joke “well. i think it’s a dog” and i thought it was just a joke, you know haha this poor dog got hit by a car.

no. he was completely serious. this dog got run over about ten times before somebody finally called ACO to go pick it up out of the middle of the road. it was so twisted and shredded i legit almost puked when he opened the bag. and i had to take a picture and i have to save it because if someone ends up calling to see if that’s their dog i have to show them that photo. the dog didnt have tags or a microchip (that we could tell... it was honestly so fucked up that it took us a few minutes to find its head)

like its bad enough when a dog gets hit by a car once. but people kept hitting it. this is someones pet. their best friend. they’re most likely out worried sick looking for him and calling his name but he won’t be able to respond because a bunch of assholes fucking tore him to pieces with their cars without giving any fucks at all. i see shit like this a lot but i’ve never seen a dog so bad. the girl who trained me, who works intake 5 days of the week, was even shocked and she’s been there for almost 5 years so she’s seen it all before.

and to add to that, a different animal control guy brought in a dog and he fucking strangled the shit out of it. like what the hell, yes the dog was aggressive but he nearly killed it. we had to rush him to the emergency pet care clinic and he was passed out from lack of oxygen. there was so much blood everywhere because this ACO guy didn’t give any shits about the dog. if you don’t care about htem why the hell do you have this job?? 90% of ACO workers are wonderful. they care about the animals, they’ll ask us how they’re doing, they’ll bring treats to go visit some of their favorites that they’ve brought in. they care so damn much and that’s why they do this job. to help the animals. but then you’ve got this asshole, who’s been doing this for a long fucking time. he’s worked the longest out of the current group. he knows better. and he nearly killed this dog because it was being aggressive.

we also have had an outbreak of calici in our stray cats room. and someone, who thankfully got fired recently, was rubbing all over the cats and then going to pet other cats, without gloves (which like. yeah they’re cute. but you don’t do that in our stray rooms. thats where disease and sickness and all the bad shit is. you dont love on teh pets FOR THEIR PROTECTION) but she kept doing it regardless of warnings and knowing that it was bad for them. so we had just one cat with calici, and now we’ve got 5 confirmed cases and 9 more possible cases. the vet is suggesting that we put down every single cat in our stray room (which is about 50 cats rn) so that we can completely bleach the room and 100% for sure get rid of the calici to save all the other cats. and the scary thing is that it spread to our adoption room too. we found the first case of it in adopt. so that means some customers might have picked it up and spread it to the other cats up there. they might have taken it home to their cats.

its fucking terrifying and heart breaking. because we’re actually even listed on the wikipedia page about calici because several years back we had to PTS nearly 200 cats in order to contain the outbreak because it spread so badly (that was in the old shelter though. they’ve since changed ownership, completely changed hte staff, adn moved to a new location. we refuse to let it get that bad again.) and i just hate that this is a problem because someone was a careless idiot about our safety regulations. we have parvo and calici in our stray rooms literally because of one fucking idiot.

okay i got this all out. i had a good cry. im gonna go drown myself in coffee and chocolate and try to feel better.

#tbd #tw animal cruelty #tw animal abuse #tw animal injury #tw animal death #╚ OOC ╝

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How to Breed Goats: Preparations For Kidding Season Reduce Stress

By Alex Becker – Most dairy goat breeders look forward to the spring kidding season with great anticipation. When you know how to breed goats, what can be better than delivering healthy babies and then watching them bounce around the pen, playing with siblings, nibbling at new grass, or even harassing the older goats? It’s a wonderful feeling to watch a goat pregnancy come to fruition with a successful kidding season.

But most seasoned herdsmen know that there is a much darker side to the spring. The side that we all wish wasn’t there, the side where not every kid makes it. Some die at birth, some get sick, some get injured, some never even draw breath. When I was a newcomer to the world of dairy goats and learning how to breed goats, no one warned me about the hard times that could accompany the joy of kidding season. But, now, with several years of highs and lows under my belt, with hard choices and even harder losses to bear, I still can’t wait for kidding season to begin. There is something so special about welcoming new babies into the herd. I couldn’t live without this craziness in my life; which means I have to learn what I can—and share what I’ve learned so maybe some others will enter the dairy goat business and want to know how to breed goats are more prepared than I was.

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I remember over a year ago writing a story for class about kidding season. I was writing about how I use every sense when I go to the barn around kidding season. There is just something about a newborn kid that changes the atmosphere and everything about the barn, even with with 20 kids already born that season. I still remember my first Nigerian kids being born. It was only the second year we had any goats kid, I was still learning how to breed goats, and I still had no idea what I was doing. I was washing dishes and had a window open and heard one of the goats crying in the barn. It wasn’t a normal cry, so I ran out, literally dropping the dish I was cleaning. I wasn’t really any help to the doe, but I remember her bawling up a storm until I stepped in the stall. She looked up at me, heaved a sigh, and lay down as if saying, “My human is here, so everything is fine.” I was blessed to see her first kids born, healthy and strong; it was a herdsman’s dream really. I didn’t have to lift a hand if I hadn’t wanted to, I helped dry them and get them standing and she did all the rest. They nursed quickly and were off.

But we all know that that isn’t how it always goes. Just like when you’re learning how to raise goats, there’s more to having a successful kidding season than you might think. The trick to a successful kidding season when you’re learning how to breed goats is knowing what to do when things go wrong. My first suggestion for when kidding goes bad is to be calm. It doesn’t do anyone any good to start panicking. Sometimes that’s easier to do than others; and I wish to just share a few pointers to relieve the stress and panic that often accompany kidding season.

One of the best ways to ease some of that panic when you’re learning how to breed goats is to have a good relationship with a trusted veterinarian and have them on speed-dial. It doesn’t fix everything but it does ease some of the stress. Another option is to have a good relationship with a local experienced breeder. Though the breeder may not have access to everything the vet does, he or she probably has a list of tricks of the trade that have been learned over the years. Having these contacts to fall back on means that a new breeder just learning how to breed goats will have a better chance of saving a kid if something goes wrong. After a few years, and a couple times watching and learning when a kid needs to be pulled, a goat breeder gains confidence to take care of problem births (at least until the vet can be reached). I learned a lot about how to breed goats from the local vet when she helped pull a stuck kid, then ended up a couple years later using that knowledge to help a doe deliver four kids.

The best way to personally lessen kidding stress however, is to be prepared ahead of time. This means having secure and clean areas set up before does go into labor. The last thing needed in the chaos of kidding season is to find out that the designated area isn’t ready for kids. That means making sure that stalls or pens are strong enough to hold goats in and dangers out. Recently at BB Goats, we finally got smaller stalls in our barn. That means we incorporated six-foot by six-foot chain link stalls (dog runs essentially) into our horse-style stalled barn. We have found them to be useful if a doe with a weak kid in the winter needs to be kept close to a heat source. If the doe can get too far away from the heat, her weak kid may try to follow and get chilled, a condition which leads to other life-threatening problems. The kidding area must also be clean. A dirty area could automatically cause problems for a weak kid, since their immune system is already compromised. For example, a minor herd lice problem becomes out-of-control if a doe kids and is penned in a small lice-infested area. The result is a miserable, condition altering beginning for a helpless baby. Being prepared also means having a safe area. This includes making sure fences are secure, limiting holes for babies to slip through, and checking that water provided doesn’t become a drowning hazard to the kid(s).

When kidding actually happens there are a few things that I make sure are easily accessible. The number one piece of equipment is simply towels. I make sure to always have at least two clean towels near the door so that at most it takes two minutes to grab needed towels when on the run to save a baby. Our number one priority with newborns is to make sure they are breathing and getting their faces cleaned of mucous. I help my Nigerian Dwarfs clean their kids, but our Kikos don’t often give me much of a chance to “help” their kids. I try to keep a few other items readily available during kidding as well. One of them is our heating pad. It’s just a small simple one with three settings, ensuring it doesn’t get too hot. Placing newborns on a heating pad is an easy way to warm up cold kids when other business is at hand, like milking the colostrum for that first feeding. I also keep iodine handy for the kids’ navels. Finally, it is a good idea to have clean surgical gloves available. Gloves are recommended to manipulate a kid in the birthing canal, or if for cleaning a kid without getting dirty. With healthy kids and strong does, having towels, iodine, and a heat source just about guarantee the breeder will get things off to a good start.

Problems often surface when the kid or the doe isn’t healthy. If you’re raising goats for milk, keep some extra milk handy during kidding season. One thing that helps is having frozen milk and colostrum on hand from the previous year, if possible, when caring for a weak kid or problematic doe. We mix our formula in the bottles, part kid-milk replacer and part goat milk or whole cow milk. We have found this mix prevents scours and keeps the kids healthier than when we tried just straight commercially prepared milk replacer.

On our farm I’m the main one who handles the bottle babies, that doesn’t mean the others in my family don’t help but that I’m the one who wakes up throughout the night. We all have our roles and it is practically expected that I help with kidding and feed the babies just as it is expected that my sister take care of butchering and most of the showing. Having these designated roles helps us function better when in emergency mode, but, that being said, the last thing that I could tell anyone learning how to manage their own kidding season, would be to have a game plan. Having an idea who will be willing to get up throughout the night, who’s willing to handle the babies and take care of them, will help relieve stress immensely.

My summary of suggestions for those light on actual kidding experience are: 1. Have a relationship with a local vet, and his/her number on speed-dial.

2. Have secure stalls/ area for kidding that is clean.

3. Have towels easily accessible during kidding season.

4. Have something set up to keep kids warm if weather is cold.

5. Have frozen colostrum and milk or formula on hand before kidding season starts.

6. Be ready to bring weak kids into the house for special care or for bottle-feeding, if needed.

There are a lot of things that can go wrong during kidding season, but it can be extremely rewarding too. I love the kidding season, hate the deaths, but love the energy and joy. And I hope every goat breeder finds success this year with happy, healthy goat kids.

Originally published in 2015 and regularly vetted for accuracy.

How to Breed Goats: Preparations For Kidding Season Reduce Stress was originally posted by All About Chickens

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