#just talk to the dog specialists it's not hard

[3liza]

eventually more of the people on this site are going to figure out the pitbull hysteria is another aspect of racialized fearmongering and then we're really going to see some schisms

[naomijoestar]

⋆.ೃ JJBA HEADCANONS ࿔*:･

Masterlist here <3

genre: headcanons

warnings: slight nsfw for mista

characters: bucci gang

notes: i have never done any headcanon posts but i would like to share these with you guys! even tho part 5 isnt my favorite part in the series, its the part i enjoy writing for the most because bucci gang = confort gang <33

Bucci gang headcanons

(this isn’t checked for any spelling mistakes because i got too tired so i’m sorry if there’s any!)

Bruno Bucciarati

- Loves writing poetry, especially about people he knows and his experiences in life; probably keeps his poems in an out-dated leather notebook inside a locked drawer (i also imagine that he hates to share them with anyone because he sees it as something personal, unless it’s with someone he’s been in a relationship with long term)

- Obviously, a comfort cook. He loves feeding the gang home cooked meals after missions

- LOVES THE RAIN! There’s just something about the rain that soothes him, he also really loves the smell outside after a very heavy rain pour

- He often acts like a protective parent to the rest of the gang, and I strongly believe that he has a soft spot for narancia

- I can honestly see bruno sleeping while sitting up very often, like in chairs and sofas. It’s a habit from years of always being on guard

Leone Abbacchio

- A late night drinker, he enjoys sitting by himself with a glass of wine; he is either zoned off or thinking about the past

- He has an EXTENSIVE collection of vinyl records. Prefers listening to older, slower music because it helps him relax

- This man 100% has a secret soft spot for animals and it’s just so cute, stops on the street to pet and feed stray dogs and cats

- Loves italian pastries, if bruno ever buys a tray of pastries he’ll sneak off at night and eat it all, the gang will probably not suspect a thing and blame it on narancia 😭

- Cold shower enjoyer, also likes showering in the morning rather than the afternoon

Giorno Giovanna

- Plant whisperer, has a habit of talking to plants especially when he’s feeling contemplative

- Giorno keeps his surroundings extremely neat, his room is always spotless and he has a specific system for organizing his clothes, accessories etc

- Obviously has a morning routine, likes to be a pretty princess and has very specific products he uses on his skin, also probably brushes his hair 100 times in the morning to keep it “soft and shiny”

- Enjoys silence more than loud spaces, he doesn’t necessarily hate loudness as long as it’s not too much, but he feels way more comfortable with quiet

Guido Mista

- 100% has a happy trail. I. Will. Forever. Live. By. This. There is not a single thing i hate about mistas character design EXCEPT for the fact araki didn’t give him a happy trail. Like this man is definitely very hairy and prefers keeping a bush

- He is superstitious to the core. He never steps on cracks, walks under ladders, and hates when the clock hits 4:44

- A spaghetti specialist, he takes his pasta very seriously, and even tho he doesn’t know how to cook one bit he will always judge a pasta plate

- Actually doesn’t stink that much, but his body odor is something else after missions (bc of the fact i imagine him to be hairy), but when he’s not on a mission he js smells like citrus and a hint of cigarettes

- Contrary to popular belief, i don’t think mista enjoys gun-play🤔 he sees the gun as something to torture and kill his enemies with, so he would rather not imagine his s/o being in a situation like that

Pannacotta Fugo

- Used to love piano when he was a kid, but when he got older he started to resent it because he felt as if it was forced onto him by his parents, a very good pianist but doesn’t really play

- Habitual Knuckle-cracker, unconsciously cracks his knuckles when he’s irritated or thinking too hard

- Fugo takes pride in his suits and is always dressed to impress, can’t stand the idea of his suits being wrinkled and constantly checks his reflection

- Idk why but i can imagine him playing chess mentally against himself in his spare time

- He’s also fluent in several languages and likes to indirectly flex about it, sometimes switches languages in the middle of a sentence and acts like it was an accident but he actually just wants to flex the fact that he’s multilingual

Narancia Ghirga

- LOVESSS 90’s hiphop and 90’s rap, even tho he doesn’t really understand what they’re saying he is obsessed with the flow and the beat, and also really loves the album covers and how cool they look (i wrote this because 90’s hiphop is my favorite genre of music and i can 100% see it being narancias’ too)(also he prefers biggie over tupac)

- Surprisingly good at video games like arcade shooters, easily spends hours playing and if a game contains a daily log-in streak type of thing, he takes it very seriously

- Snores sooooo louddddddd and moves alot in his sleep, if you’re sleeping next him you WILL be getting kicked, also scratches you with his toenails and cold feet to piss you off

- Has a stash of snacks hidden away for himself and hates sharing, sometimes the chocolates get melted and the candies get stuck together bc of how tightly stashed away they are but he doesn’t care and eats them anyways

- Doodles constantly, on anything, napkins, tables, hands you name it, if he has a pen in his hand he will doodle simple cute drawings

- His phone wallpaper is one of kawaii nutella photo things LMAO😭 idk if you guys know what i’m talking about but he thinks they’re so cute because of their big eyes

That was it! I wanted to write more for narancia because i love him and he is my literal son but then this would be too long ;( If you liked this make sure to check out the scenarios i write and don’t be shy to request ones that you’d like me to write in the future <3

[bluecreates25]

ZOMBIE!GHOST HEADCANNONS ft. GhostSoap

Disclaimer- most of these are not original ideas but a compilation of things I've seen with my own ideas thrown in

So we've all see the theory that he broke his own jaw when he got infected so he wouldn't be able to infect people, right?

which omg is that both painful and hard to do. in addition, in the trailer, it seems like he maintains some of his humanity even after he's infected

WHICH IS DEVASTATING

because basically, I've done too much reading, and I've seen many scenarios

1. is that his group gets infected alongside with him and he remains the sole survivor

eventually, the grief of being alone, and how insanely draining it would be to exist as a rotting corpse, he would essentially shut down/ kill his own mind since he can't actually die.

this is the saddest in my opinion, because I believe he would have insane survivors guilt, and would be absolutely crushed (since in his actual back story his family was murdered, and so this would be the 2nd he's been unable to protect those he cares about)

2. is that he is already long time a zombie, but forms an attachment to some survivor passing through

like someone is passing through the town that he's in, and he immediately forms an attachment to them, but he is conscious enough to realize he would be seen as a threat and even backs up if approached

however, he has a desire to protect that person, so he mostly remains out of sight, watching the area. said person will essentially be protected by him, like he'll literally kill off other zombies to keep them safe

I have such mixed emotions about this, because I feel like he would be so lonely. absolutely infatuated with and determined to protect this person, but he would never allow himself to go near them

3. has to do with John 'Soap' Mactavish

I feel like they'd be with their team when Simon gets bit. the others would try to drag

Soap away or shoot Simon, but Soap isn't having any of that. even Simon would try to get him to leave, but Soap, loyal as ever, would refuse.

Simon would definitely break his jaw in this scenario, but do it while soap goes on a supply run, or is sleeping so he doesn't have to witness it

Simon would eventually give up on begging him to leave, Soap was ready to die with him. once they both realize that Simon is still somewhat conscious, Soap is adamant about taking care of Simon even as he decays, trying to keep him bandaged and cleaned as much as possible

Simon would become like a guard dog for Soap, protecting him from both zombies and other survivors. Simon is especially fast and strong since he still has some control over himself. I think Soap would have to keep a leash on Simon, because Simon's brain, while still holding some function, has zombie instincts, and he easily gets distracted. Also, I think Soap would be able to decipher what Simon's different grunts and groans mean (Simon unable to talk due to broken jaw and rotting) to where they can basically have full conversations

In the end, I think Soap would die of old age (Ghost having protected him his whole life), and we would circle back to Ghost being the sole survivor

OR

Ghost would eventually get to a point where his body has rotted so much that life isn't feasible for him. he can no longer function or protect Soap, and he is able to communicate that with Soap, who in the end shoots him. Soap would be put into absolute agony over this. Soap, being a demolition specialist in the military, makes me personally believe he'd absolutely wreck havoc.

I think he'd probably destroy a city with some makeshift explosives because while Ghost might've been technically dead for a long time, they were still soulmates, and this time, he was gone for good

I think he'd become reckless with his own life, a mix of anger and sadness. There'd be days where he'd be so depressed he wouldn't get up, and others where he'd do the stupidest shit just to not think about the fact he is now completely alone in the apocalypse

I don't think he'd get infected; I think he'd probably pick a fight with some survivor group, or one of his reckless expeditions would be the end of him. I don't even think he'd make it a half year without Simon.

I feel like this would contrast to if he'd stayed with his group after Simon was infected or if Simon had been KIA on a mission (not apocalypse au). I think if he had his team, he would've moved on and lived a good life, although grieving and completely dedicating Simon's death day as a day of remembrance. However, with Simon having been his only companion for so long and the man he threw away everything for, he might as well have died when Simon did

[i-like-turkey]

I announced on Twitter that I was taking a step back from social media and fandom to deal with a personal matter. That’s still true. I just need to barf some feelings into the universe. I’m putting them under a cut. This is NOT an easy read and I’m NOT holding back details. Don’t feel compelled or obligated to share my pain. TW: Pet death & grief.

I said goodbye to my little girl on Thursday. She’s been my world since I took her home at the end of July 2012. It was both sudden and not sudden. So I’m in shock, but I’m also not really surprised. There were signs that something bad was looming and I had this gut feeling as early as January that this wasn’t gonna be a good year for us.

This likely all started a long time ago. I took her to the vet in August of 2022 right before we moved east. The vet told me that her heart didn’t sound 100%, but it wasn’t something that needed immediate intervention. She had a little murmur that could indicate heart disease and if it got worse, then I’d need to get her to a specialist to take pictures and then we’d likely get her on some medicine to deal with whatever the problem was.

So I heeded the advice to take a wait and see approach. My baby was acting fine. She made it across the country well. She had energy and life. Not quite her puppy energy, but she was 10, so that was normal. I took her to the vet again this last August and I heard the same thing. She has a murmur. It’s not quite bad enough to get images. If it gets worse, we’ll refer you to a specialist. Ok. Great.

We keep living our life. She still has energy. Lunging at cars and barking at other dogs and trying to get endless pets from all of the strangers we’d encounter while walking in our neighborhood and riding our building’s elevators. I can’t tell y’all how many people would ask how old she was and be surprised when I told them 11.

So we get to January and she’s coughing a bit more than she usually does. Background: for the last few years of her life, she’d occasionally have coughing fits when she got super excited about something or barked too hard at a car. Worrying. But something I’d disclosed to all of the vets we’d seen and they didn’t seem perturbed by it. But now the coughing was every few days instead of a couple times a month or three days of coughing followed by months without a single damn cough.

It got really bad mid January. I took her into the vet. The same one who’d listened to her heart in August. He listened again. Nothing out of the ordinary. She didn’t have fluid in her lungs. Her energy was fine. He sent me home with antibiotics and a cough suppressant and told me to come back if she didn’t improve after a few days of treatment. She improved. Not right away. There were scary times where her breathing was all labored, but after a few days of the meds, she was doing better, and by the end she seemed fine.

And then we get to last Sunday and I hear a cough and that wasn’t good. And then Monday she’s coughing a bit more and I’m getting nervous. I talk to my parents and we agree to not do anything yet because illnesses can linger and her energy was fine. My mom came over that night and we were standing by the laundry closet doors and my pup pulled a toy out of her toy basket and was just running all over the living room with it. She was shaking her head and growling and having an absolute blast flinging that thing everywhere for the entire lengthy time my mom and I were chatting. She didn’t look sick. She looked like a puppy with lots of gray hair.

Then my mom leaves and we sit on the couch and she rolls over for belly rubs and immediately has to roll back over to cough. Then she cuddles up to me and we sit there and watch TV and I pet her and then I take her out and we go through our nighttime routine. She seemed fine.

Tuesday was a good day. She had energy. We played a bit with one of her favorite toys. We had some good cuddles. I only heard a few coughs.

Wednesday morning she seemed ok energy wise. She coughed when she rolled over for belly rubs right after I got home from my morning walk (solo cause it’s long & hilly. She also got one every morning). I didn’t notice anything abnormal during the day. Then we go out for our evening walk and she’s sluggish. That also wasn’t abnormal cause her energy had been fading for the last few years. Sometimes she’d race through our walks. Sometimes she liked to take a leisurely pace. I never worried cause if a car zoomed past she’d lunge and bark and if she saw a dog, she’d lose her mind. But we passed a couple dogs that night and nothing. That had me on edge. But then we get inside and I put on her favorite TV show, Person of Interest, and she was barking up a storm at Bear and seemed fine. I take that as a positive sign and relax a little.

I make dinner. We go to the couch for nightly cuddles. She rolls over for belly rubs. Starts coughing immediately. I pet her through it. Then she cuddles into my side and coughs a couple more times as we sit there. I put her to bed at her usual bedtime. I hear her coughing a few times as I’m struggling to fall asleep. Then I wake up Thursday and she’s in bad shape. I don’t wanna describe it cause it’s too fucking tough to type and traumatic. But I get us scheduled with the nearby vet asap* and I keep an eye on my girl and her scary symptoms. The symptoms subside a bit. Then my mom comes over to help keep me calm as we wait for our appointment time. My baby perks up when she hears my mom knock. She runs from the couch to the door. She’s wagging her tail and barking and jumping on my mom. She goes and chugs half her bowl of water. We sit there with her for over an hour petting her as we talk. She’s breathing ok. Her tail is between her legs, so that’s a sign something isn’t right. But she’s getting all the love from us and seemed happy.

Then we leave. She pees and poops on the way (I didn’t take her out first thing that morning cause part of the scary badness that I’m skipping is that she peed inside). The vet comes in and listens to her. I show a video I took of her that morning. The vet’s reaction said it all. She snapped into action. Took my baby out of the room for x-rays. As that was happening we were going over pricing options with a tech and then shit kinda really hit the fan cause the x-rays were bad. No specialty review necessary. She had fluid around her heart. So we start talking about transporting her to a specialist. They bring my girl back in. The tech just kinda drops the leash and steps away as soon as my girl is through the door. She starts racing directly to me and she collapses. My mom runs for help. They take her away again. The vet ends up doing the procedure she would have sent us elsewhere to do. Basically draining the fluid. It’s blood. They get her stable and hooked up on oxygen and give me the option of trying to get her to the animal hospital for further intervention. But the vet was clear that she’d probably die on the way and it was VERY clear at that point that she wasn’t gonna get better from this. It was a heart tumor. Something had ruptured and started bleeding. There was no fix. So I made the call to let her go. We got my dad and my brother on the line and told them to get their asses over to us. We stood there petting my baby as we waited. Then we said goodbye.

*In hindsight I maybe should have gotten her in the car and driven her to an emergency hospital. But the closest one ISN’T close. And that wouldn’t have changed the outcome. She hated the car enough that she would pant during two minute drives. 40 minutes (assuming relatively light rush hour traffic which is probably a bad assumption so more like 60 min) of that while she was already in breathing distress might have killed her. But assuming we made it, they could have intervened and maybe bought her a day or two. But this wasn’t something she was gonna get better from. That extra time would have been full of pain. So I made the right call. She got more loves from me and my mom at home and got to pass peacefully nearby while she was surrounded by everyone who loved her.

So I’m devastated and completely out of my mind at the moment. I don’t know what’s up or down. I’m keeping myself occupied between sobbing fits by going through all the pictures I’ve taken over the years. It’s a pain in the ass because my storage habits are terrible and my screenshotting habits are worse so I have hundreds of thousands of images scattered everywhere and now I have to dig through them to find my girl.

Here are some painful lessons I’ve learned from this:

Don’t store 77k images in a single folder on an external hard drive. You won’t be able to copy them all over to the iCloud at a single time unless you have a fuckton of available disk space on your Mac. And trying to scroll through the images will push your computer dangerously close to the limits (I really need a new machine 😬)

Don’t rely too heavily on Snapchat to takes pics. It’s fun in the moment, but 5-6 years later you’re gonna cringe & regret that all your cute dogs pics from that era are plastered over with weird graphics. A Happy Mother’s Day pic with my dog on the couch behind me, hearts all above us, and a damn Wookie filter plastered over my face? jfc 🤦🏼‍♀️

Do give yourself a refresher on how Snapchat works lest you go through and favorite a bunch of memories, see a pop up flash about them getting added to a story, and then have a full on panic attack in front of your parents about how you might have accidentally shared semi-naked pics of yourself with the few people that still follow you 😅 (Yes, I’ve been been known to take and share some risqué pics. Yes, I wanted to download them before deleting them. I might be grieving, but I can still see a pic of my 2018 back muscles and think “Damn!” 🫣🤣)

Don’t be so lax and sloppy about your picture storage habits that you’re forced to keyword search your text messages for pictures cause it’s a good way to find out just how many women you’ve texted dog pics to throughout the years 🥴 She was a great wing woman, but she also loved to clam jam me cause she thought she was the one who should be getting kisses when I’d sit on my couch with a woman 😂

Do find a balance between taking pictures of every damn thing and living in the moment. I stopped taking lots of pics since my east coast move cause I wanted to get away from my compulsive snapping. Now I regret not taking at least one daily shot of her sleeping on the couch.

Do have other people take pictures of you and your dog. So far I’ve only found two different occasions on which someone else took a picture of me and my baby together. All other pics of us are terrible selfies or feature just my hand/arm/legs. I have memories of all those moments that I spent with her, but it hurts to not have a father away perspective on them. Part of this is my fault for living thousands of miles from my family, being fairly closed off to human connections aside from shallow hookups and activity buddies, and viewing my home as a sacred domain accessible to people only if there wasn’t another option for where we could hang out.

Thank you anyone who has made it this far. Please go hug your pets and tell them that you love them. If you would like to leave me a note, that’s very welcome. I don’t have the energy to engage, so it’s unlikely I will respond until the day my energy returns. Idk when that will be. Right now I’m still in the sobbing hysterically as I process my new reality phase. I need to get through that before I’ll be ready to start communicating normally. I’m hopeful that I’ll only need a week or two in this phase. But who knows. Grief is hard to predict. All I can do now is stay patient and work through it.

[alwaysmychoices]

A Little Update

Since Bridgerton got me back posting on here, I just wanted to give everyone an update for why I've been gone.

Good news - I graduated law school!

Bad news - now, I have to study for the bar exam, and I'm at the point where the motivation pep talks they give at the end of the lectures make me cry.

Worse news - the love of my life, my dog, Beau, had a medical emergency. We really don't know what happened, but long story short, he had an infection that created enough fluid in his eyes that his retina detached and he lost his eyesight. The infection responded well to treatment, so we're crossing our fingers that he regains some sight. But in the mean time, I dropped everything to stay closer to a specialist vet and have been a wreck for the last few weeks.

Better news - I've finally started writing again. I am currently writing the outline for the last chapter of with and without (oof, that was a hard sentence to write), and then I want to publish a few epilogues about their wedding and life after.

Writing this series has meant so much to me. I started it in college, and it helped me find my way back to writing after too much time away. With and Without was my coping mechanism during COVID. I'm not sure if I've ever shared this (and sorry for the trauma dump), but in 2021, I became extremely sick with COVID. I was part of a big outbreak in my community around that time, so I spent my last few months of college on bed rest, listening to doctors yell at each other in the hallway about whether they could fit me into the ICU and what would happen if they didn't. My recovery was infuriatingly slow, and it was coupled with so many life changes and the crazy decision to still start law school in the fall. With and Without was a place I could escape and process my emotions, and I am forever grateful for that.

I wish I could have finished it sooner when our community was bigger, but I also don't begrudge my time with this story. But it got me though school, and it's time that I thank these characters for their service with their very own happily ever afters.

So, thank you for sticking around and putting up with my long chapters, unplanned hiatuses, and unrelenting angst ❤️

[pbandjesse]

Today is labor day! And it feels thematically appropriate to finally. Finally. Tell Tumblr the secret I have been holding from the Internet for a month. I am 11 weeks pregnant! And today we finally got to tell my family. So I can also finally tell all of you. It has been incredibly hard to write my posts since July 31st when I first found out. And there are other versions of my posts I had written. So I will have to go back and edit those back. It wasn't all of the days but there is a good handful from the beginning of August!! It has been so hard to not say anything! It's why I've been so sick!

I was so nervous to tell my parents. How would they react?? Would i get the emotional excitement I hoped for?? It's basically all I wanted to talk about yesterday. And thankfully when I got home last night I was able to shower and settle and I was able to sleep pretty well, despite the nerves.

I had brought two flower arrangements home from the wedding. One for me and one for my parents. I was smart and dumped the water from the vases but would fill them up for the overnight. And in the morning they still looked great.

I woke up at 8. With the plan for us to leave at 830. James was making crepes and they looked so cute in their Uganda soccer kit. And I really love my denim dress. I felt good. I was nervous but I didn't feel sick. And I really hoped I could keep that going. Ride that wave as long as I could.

Right before we left I noticed one of my frogs was dead. Covered in snails. And I was so sad. So I think I have no frogs anymore. And it just bums me out so bad. I am just going to have to completely start my tank over. I can't get the snails to stop. It's ruined my tanks environment and it just sucks so bad. James would handle getting my baby frog out and buried. I was just really sad. But I tried to not let it ruin my day. We had a big thing to do.

I went out to the car to move stuff around so there would be room for us to bring our laundry with us to my parents. And soon we were on the road.

I brought a pillow and that made me more comfortable. I never fell asleep but I enjoyed resting and we listened to a podcast and it was not a bad drive at all. We wouldn't have to deal with any traffic and we got to my parents at 1030.

We didn't discuss between, me and James, how we were going to tell them. We had packed a little gift bag, with the ultra sound from my last appointment (remember when I went to see that 'specialist'?) and James picked a fig from the tree to bring with us. I packed it like a gift. And when we got to the house we put the flowers and the gift bag in the kitchen table and just didn't mention it. I would have to decide on the right time.

The dogs didn't bark when we came in. It was like they were so excited they were basically honking??? Mom would come out and was very surprised. But I was so happy to see her.

Dad was still getting ready for the day. So I would have to wait.

We would chill in the living room. And talked about life and just catching up. It was hard to redirect the conversation when Mom would talk about me feeling sick, but also when she brought up our planned Scotland trip. The problem being my expected due date is two weeks before the trip. So I was pretty sure we were going to have to reschedule that. Which makes me a little sad but I knew she would understand.

I went to bother Dad and tell him to hurry up and join us. And soon he would. But I wouldn't tell them yet still.

Around 1130 mom asked if we wanted to order pizza. I had had my two crepes in the car but I absolutely wanted pizza now. I love the pizza place near them. So we would order pizza and James got a cheese steak and mom got a quesadilla.

While we waited for the food to be delivered, mom brought up Scotland again. And I decided it was the right time. I honestly wish I got it on video because she had such an amazing reaction. I told James to get the gift bag and mom was like. Why do I get a gift?? And I'm like well it's kind of a thing for both of you.

She brought out the framed ultrasound first. And she literally stopped mid sentence and goes. No??? You're fucking joking?? Jesse??!! You're joking?? And I go right into explaining, this is why I've been sick. And she ran over to me to give me a hug. And dad is like ??? What is happening, Sharon stop cursing!!! And mom hasn't shown him the frame yet and he wasn't getting it. But we finally hand it to him and he gets it and he go no!! Omg!! And they were both so excited. She claims she didn't cry but I saw the teary eyes. She was so excited. Dad was so excited.

Then I explained the fig. And dad goes. Wow. My grandchild, as he holds it up. And then I explain the whole story. When we were on the cruise I was nauseous. Jess's parents kept saying I was pregnant. I didn't want to take a test until August 1st, despite missing two persons. But when I got off the cruise and was still nauseous I spoke to the camp nurse and she convinced me to take a pregnancy test on July 31. And that evening I did and it was immediate. "PREGNANT". And then I told James. And we high fived. And then the next day we told Charlotte because she was leaving for Spain. On August 2nd I made an appointment for an obgyn but I let them know I had been sick but also I was spotting and they said I needed to go to the ER. So I had to tell Alexi and Heather and Elizabeth because I had to leave camp.

And when I got the the er I got fluids and they confirmed the pregnancy but I also got an ultrasound. Based on my last missed period they thought I might be 10 weeks but I was actually more like 6/7. And I got to see it early. It didn't look like much but I got to see it! And I drew a pictuee of it to show James later.

And then in the ten days between the ER and the OB-GYN appointment I lost 10lbs from being sick. And the midwife was so nice and James got to see them and they still didn't look like much but we got to see their heartbeat. And now I have my next appointment tomorrow. And I'm so nervous because anything and everything can go wrong. And I can't see them because my belly isn't see through so I just have to believe they are growing safely. And I really hope we get to see them tomorrow but I don't actually know if we will because I don't know how often you get ultrasounds. I want to see them every time though, only seems fair.

But they were just so excited. And when the door bell rang with our friends it took everything in mon not to just tell the pizza man that her daughter was pregnant. But it was the main point of conversation for the rest of the day.

Lunch was great. I actually ate 4 pieces of pizza! And I would actually feel pretty well through around 230. We would talk about the research and reading we have done to get ready. The book I'm reading. Things we have learned. Mom told us about her experiences and James finished the laundry between topics. It was just so nice. It was so nice to be able to talk about everything. About the scary things. About me accidently ripping my boobie skin off with kinesiology tape. About how I have had all my eggs since I was a baby inside of Mom. So this baby has always been with us, our whole lives. And it makes me just a little emotional to think about.

And like I am still scared. It could not be growing. It could not be growing correctly

It could be missing organs, or a skull. It could be perfect and then die at the end. Or it can be totally fine and I can come home with a new little person. That looks like me and James. The person I love so much.

And I just have to believe that no matter what happens I will be okay, and it will all work out how it's supposed to. Just how I have always believed.

And James got to talk about their excitement too. They are a little more focused on my health. They are just so worried about me being so sick. But they are also such an amazing support. And I love them so much.

I started feeling not amazing. And we had one more stop at Xavier and Kaitlyn's house. So at 3 we would give hugs all around. Mom and me had gone down to the basement and she gave me a nice new basket and a bunch of pencils for camp. And we got all of that in the car. And said goodbye. It was exciting that we got to give them something to be excited about. I love them so very much.

We left there and headed to our friends. They are about 40 minutes from my parents. And it was really nice to see them. They are expecting as well, and she's only a few weeks behind me! How crazy!! We talked about our different experiences. She said her mom was barely sick and that's been her experience so far, while my mom was sick the whole time and that's my experience too. Rough. But I enjoyed hanging out. They brought us a few little Pokemon things from Japan. And we just talked and caught up and spent an hour and a half there. It was fun.

But I was losing steam. So it was time to go. We said goodbye and headed not. See them soon!!

We would stop at Wawa on the way home. We got drinks and snacks. I got a small hoagie. And it did help me feel a little better. But the drive home would be a bit tough on us

Not much traffic, but our cord wasn't charging right. My phone would get down to 2%. And people were driving terrible. James couldn't stop sneezing. And the sun was so strong and directly in our faces. We couldn't block it no matter what we tried. So it was not a super fun trip back. But we were fine. And we would finally get home at 7.

We got everything inside. And I was just like. I gotta go lay down. James would put our clothes away. And we would just enjoy hanging out and doing our own thing in our bedroom. James worked on writing. I watched videos and scrolled. It was calm.

Eventually I took a bath. I have so many blasters on my feet from last night so the I put in the water hurt but I am sure it helped. And now we are in bed. And I am so ready to sleep. There was so much emotionally charged moments today. Like in the best way but man. I am exhausted.

And tomorrow we get to go to the OB-GYN again. This time we get to meet Dr Hoffman. Of Hoffman and associates! Which is the name of the practice. I get to have appointments with all the drs and midwives so we get to know everyone. I think it's smart. But also a little nerve wracking. You never in now what they are going to tell you. I just hope it's all good news you know?

But now it's time to sleep. I hope you all sleep great. I love you all so much. I will start editing the redacted posts and when I finish that (probably Thursday) I will make a post with the dates of the changes posts! If you want to go back and read them.

Goodnight everyone. Have fun tomorrow!!

[trashland-llamas]

-> Fic Masterlist <- (Fandoms A-G | Fandoms H-Z)

Harry Potter [Original series, FBAWTFT, Marauders]

Soft-Spoken; Theseus Scamander + Reader who struggles with compliments [GN]

Eye of the Storm; Theseus Scamander x Veela!Reader [GN]

Blasted Minotaur; Theseus lulls the reader to sleep with the story of Theseus & the Minotaur [GN]

Nobody’s Fault but my Own; Molly finds a letter Percy wrote to Fred after his death

Dear Freddie; the letter mentioned in Nobody's Fault but my Own

Piss Off; Ron x Draco; Draco only knows how to flirt by pissing the other person off

Marauders Headcanons + some Lily & Regulus sprinkled in

Regulus & his Hufflebuddy [GN]

Dysphoria’s a bitch, huh?; Regulus Black helps to protect other trans students at Hogwarts

Belly Scratches; Headcanons around how Padfoot reacts to belly scratches and how the Marauders lean into it

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Meow?; Regulus discovers Remus' secret and decides to help in his own way by becoming an animagus himself

Grrrr?; Regulus asks out Remus on a date, revealing that he's the black cat shadowing the Marauders. Sequel to Meow?

Succor; Remus renounces his magic until Regulus shows up with a job proposition

R.A.B; Sirius, after leaving home is surprised to find his brother on the Knight Express

Hermitcraft SMP

Na-Scar; Retired nascar driver! Scar helps train Grian to win a race/bet against Mumbo

JJBA

How the Stardust Crusader react to y/n being trans

I’m Small: Jotaro discovers that Reader is an age regressor [Male]

Mimicry; Jotaro & Reader have a relationship akin to Wreck It Ralph & Vanellope von Schweetz [GN]

Allergens; Reader finds out Jotaro’s allergic to cats [GN]

Toi, moi, un rendez-vous?; Reader learns French so they can ask Polnareff on a date in his native tongue [GN]

The Artist’s Muse; Y/n discovers what Noriaki spends so much time drawing [Fem]

Kuroko's Basketball

Doge; Kagami's fear of dogs get in the way of y/n's service dog so y/n takes it upon themselves to help him with said fear [GN]

Marvel

Serpentine; poem about Loki

MCYT Adjacent

I’m Home Again; Dad!Corpse

NWTB

Rivets; My attempt at making one of those Youtube egos

Obey Me!

Bah Bah Black Sheep; Mc has a nightmare where they're the sheep character in Catherine and die trying to complete the obstacle course. Waking up, they go seek their beloved demon. [GN]

Astronomy themed nicknames Belphegor calls Mc [GN]

One Piece [anime, & live action]

Red Bottoms; Strawhats + whether I think they can successfully walk in heels

Strawhats + reacting to reader cupping their face [GN]

Strip Poker…but w/ Peppers?; Sanji and Zoro compete for y/n's affections over a sinister game of strip poker, suggested by the cook [Fem]

Do You Have a Light?; Sanji & Zoro react to Reader smoking for the first time [GN]

Take It Off; Zoro catches trans! reader over-binding [Male]

Stoic; Reader goes to Sanji for comfort after becoming fed up with Zoro's methods of comforting them [Male]

Could Just Eat You Alive; reader agrees to being Sanji's meal [Fem]

Relaxed, Squishy. Flexed, Hard; Reader asks Sanji while drunk why his muscles are so squishy [GN]

Moth to a Flame; Sanji jumpscares touch-starved reader with touch [Male]

Feel My Heartbeat Beat Beat; Soulmate au where Sanji can sense reader’s heartbeat [GN]

Ohhhhh Waaaaitttteerrrr; Reader is a customer at the Baratie & has to tell Sanji their order turned out wrong [GN]

Vignettes; Vignettes revolving Sanji and Reader's sex life [GN]

Cramps; Reader has PCOS and finally experiences cramps. Not knowing how to deal with them, they confide in Nami [Fem]

Sweet Treat; Where Reader is the type that doesn't want for anything...or where Sanji takes this personally and coaxes them into making a request for the menu [GN]

Nice to Meet Ya; Reader accidentally bumps into Sir Crocodile while buying groceries. Crocodile offers to buy a replacement as an excuse to talk to them more [GN]

Avoidance; Strawhats + s/o who avoids eye contact like the plague

Needy Little Thing; Reader is clingy and wants to cum. Or where Zoro takes care of them. (Fem]

Warm Summer's Day; Ace comes across a sleeping Reader. Thing is it's summer yet they're still using a winter duvet. [GN]

He Loves Me. He Loves Me Not; Sanji not knowing how to court men, accidentally causes some gender dysphoria for y/n [Trans Male]

Ouran High School Host Club

Two Peas in a Pod; Mori-senpai x reader who like him, doesn't talk a lot [GN]

Outlander

Pineapple…on Pizza? Why?; Oneshot about Jamie trying pineapple pizza [GN]

Resident Evil

Cat Eyed; Reader helps Vendetta! Leon apply his eyeliner [GN]

Tiddies; Reader coerces Leon into letting them play with his tits [GN]

That Girl is Poison; Reader attempts to poison Leon [Fem]

Everyone Grows Old; Reader’s self-conscious about their gray hairs, Leon comforts them [GN]

Food Guarding; Leon adopts dog hybrid! reader who deals with food guarding as a result of previous abusive owners [GN]

Sidemen + Troops

Mrs All American; Hcs bout Reader being an American [GN]

Mom Friend; Reader makes breakfast for the Sidemen crew [GN]

Fruit Gushers; Trans male reader is on their period [Male]

Welcome to Jackass; The bit/scene from Jackass 4.5 where Steve-O tries advertising his condoms by filling them w/ sewage from his RV but insert the Sidemen instead

Scary Dog Privileges; Sidemen's reaction to y/n having scary dog privileges [GN]

Hey, Catch!; Reader has dyspraxia [GN]

I’m Not Angry Anymore; Cal falls asleep to Harry singing

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist; a poltergeist starts following Lux around [Fem]

Fat, Funny Friend; Behz consoles reader after finding them broken down after a particularly bad day [Male]

Who Let the Dogs Out; Reader's trying to reel in their dog or where Ethan thinks they're catcalling them

When the Sun loves the Moon; Harry's had a crush on his next door neighbor y/n for a while but has been too much of a chicken to talk to her until Simon encourages him to invite her over [Fem]

Touch Starved Harry

Caregiver; JJ & Simon are Reader's caregivers, Reader's an age regressor [GN]

Why So Sad?; Simon accidentally scares y/n while they're already regressed, making them further regress into headspace and JJ takes care of them. Sequel to Caregivers. [GN]

Absolutely Stunning; Simon tries on lingerie for JJ

Dad; 4x the Sidemen called Josh ‘Dad’

Enthralled; Tobi doesn't let Reader do work related stuff during their movie night [GN]

Stranger Things

Barbie; Y/n beats Munson at his own game of name 3 songs

What’s Wrong with my Speech?; Reader goes w/ Eleven to speech therapy

We Bare Bears

Stuffies; Ice Bear notices y/n’s beloved stuffy finally needs to be replaced [GN]

Wednesday

Pack Animals; Remus is one of the lycanthropy specialists that Enid's parents sent her to

Studyblr?; Tyler finally finds the time to strike up a conversation with a regular, y/n, an infamous studyblr blogger on tumblr

X-Men

Mother-hen; Reader w/ mother-hen vibes or Logan who slowly warms up to Reader’s attempts to take care of him [GN]

Kitsune; Kurt Wagner x Fox/Kitsune! Reader Hcs [GN]

Cancels Out; Rogue discovers Reader's mutation while giving them a tour of the school. Reader's able to nullify other mutant's abilities [GN]

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

After the park and the free falling, the Undertale characters goes to visit a farm because why not.

Undertale Sans - He keeps going and coming back in front of the cow barn. One of the cow is laying in a huge pile of hay that looks so comfortable and cosy and man, he's already tired of walking. Once everyone is focus on the guide that's giving everyone a tour, Sans vanishes in the air, teleports the cow in another part of the barn and steal its place for a well desserved nap. He even moo when his people walked in front of his cowshed so they don't suspect anything.

Undertale Papyrus - After the tour, him and Undyne stole took some food to see the horses. That's when they entered an argument to decide if yes or no the horses are unicorns that lost their corns and if they can secretly fly. Then Undyne decided to prove her theory by jumping on a horse and scream at it to fly. Papyrus is panicking, trying to reason her. The horse panicks and knocks over Papyrus in the horse mange. He is... stuck. This is so humiliating. There's just his butt out of the thing, not even touching the ground. This is the worst day of his life.

Undertale Toriel - She is the good student of the band, taking notes and asking questions so she can use all the informations to eventually organise a school trip here later. She got a bit insulted when a male goat decided to take a look under her dress, but she kicks him so hard all the animals collectively decided she was scary and she never got annoyed again.

Undertale Asgore - He wanted to know more about apiculture, but turns out the big king is really scared of bees. Gerson teased him without mercy for the rest of the trip, saying that's hilarious he thought 2500 humans in the war without blinking but is scare of a tiny little bee flying too close from his face. Asgore might or might have not made him trim on his shell and let him struggle on his back for 20 minutes like he didn't see him on the floor sometimes later. Gerson sent him 20 hives as a gift once back home.

Undertale Undyne - After riding succesfully her unicorn, Undyne realised Papyrus is... Uh... Stuck. After teasing him for ten minutes, she finally decided to help him, putting her head in the thing to try and dislocate his big skull out of here. Except when she tried to stand up, she... couldn't. There's a long awkward silence between the two of them and then they both panick, trying to escape their prison. After 30 minutes of struggling they have to agree on asking help, both humiliated.

Undertale Alphys - She was having a nice petting session with the rabbits when she got a weird call from Undyne asking her to come see the unicorns. She got confused at first but realised she might be talking about the horses. She didn't expect to find her girlfriend and Papyrus head stuck in the manger, circled by curious horses sniffing their butt and trying to eat their clothes. Now, Alphys is maybe a genious, but she not really a specialist in that. So she calls Toriel who, after trying desperatly to free them, started to be a little desperate as well. But that's fine! They have Mettaton!

Undertale Frisk - They stopped following everyone the second they spotted a litter of puppies barn dogs playing in the hay. Two hours later, they are still laying on the ground, covered in puppies, and it's the best day of their life. They smell like a puppy so much Toriel will have to fight Mama Dog to get their child back. Frisk is screaming to abandon them here the all time, which doesn't really help.

Undertale Chara - They were visiting the cowbarn when they find Sans deeply asleep in the hay. Now, they're not in conflict anymore, but Chara can't miss an opportunity like this. She picks black paint and draws spots on him, like a cow. They then grab one of the cow bell and slowly tie it around his neck, before tying his new collar to a lounge and then to a pillar. Here you go. Sans noticed nothing (well, they thought, until they found a cow tail tied to their butt in the car later).

Undertale Mettaton - After a rich conversation with the farmer in a try to borrow the farm for one of his movies, Mettaton got a rescue call from Alphys. Well, they didn't expected to find the captain of the royal guard and his biggest fan like this, but that's ok, this is why he has laser eyes. As soon as he says that proudly, Undyne and Papyrus starts to panic, trashing and screaming to not do it, which may have hurt Mettaton's huge ego a little. Oh well, he's doing it anyway. Papyrus saw his life flash in front of his eyes when Metatton almost cut his head off. His scarf is ruined though. And a big part of Undyne's hair as well. She is not too happy about it. Mettaton, offended they are not thanking him, leave the place.

Undertale Gaster - He had the bad idea to pet a goat. The goat absorbed his hand, and now he is being entirely absorbed because he's goop. He's screaming for help, but, apart from Asgore who tried to avoid this and couldn't get a reach on him, no one came. He gets slowly absorbed while Asgore is watching sadly. Asgore tells him that's ok because if there's a way in there's a way out. Gaster begs him to kill him again.

Undertale Grillby - He wants to pet the animals but the animals are not too happy about this living burning thing trying to touch them. Since all the animals were running away during the tour, he got left behind to keep company to the sandwiches. Then a goose came and bullied him until he gives in the sandwiches to it. This is not the best day to be a fire elemental...

Undertale Muffet - She's here for business. She always need supplies for her bakery and what best than a farm for that. She is negociating a contract with the farmer after the tour, and legends said they are still not out of room as Muffet is tormenting them to have a better lower price and won't let go of it.

Undertale Burgerpants - He was having a philosophic conversation with a pig, then all the other pigs came to listen to him. Now he is crying and telling them everything Mettaton did to him and that it can't keep going like this. Toriel finds him later curled up in the enclosure, crying and hugging one of the piggies. Great.

Undertale Flowey - He's in the chicken coop, causing chaos. Eggs and feathers are flying everywhere as he is laughing hysterically, throwing pellets at the chicken to see them run in panic everywhere around him. Well, that's it until a turkey decided it was enough and charged him. Flowey realised he messed up really bad when the thing started to run after him in the whole farm, refusing to let him go. Flowey hates to do this, but he's definitely running to Mommy Toriel, out of reach on her arm. Toriel is wondering why this turkey is following them. What he doesn't know is that the turkey managed to sneak into the car too.

Undertale Gerson - He's giving funny names to the animals and stops to pet some here and then. He can see him live in this place in his old age. He just doesn't know how to tell the farmer they will buy the place when they're dead because he's going to live at least 300 years older than them anyway. There's no good way to say that.

[xkeyon]

40K Exodite Army thought

So this will be made into multiple posts through reblog, I hit the limit.

So the thought of an Exodite Army and how GW could bring it to 40K has been on my mind for a bit, as they had something of one in EPIC but how about one for their breadwinner Warhammer 40,000.

I'm going to start off with lore on why and how the Exodites would be going around and doing stuff now as they have been in the story for a long time and unlike the Squats/Votann never had anything that took them out. I at least believe should have a good reason why they would maybe be on the attack as they were something a mix between Amish & Hippies for the Eldar so a good amount of them suddenly going 'I woke up and chose violence' would feel weird.

Lore: The story begins with an Eldar Ranger group they have been contacted by a Seerer about a vision of some lost small Webway gate. They travel to the location look around for clues that leads them to it, and it activates. They make the choice to enter inside it and find things that resemble the clues that lead them to the gate but they lead more into the Webway, and so follow them to a different gate which activates on their approach. When they exit it they enter a pretty large building that could be best described as a lodge, with trophies, a weapon rack, even a nice kennel for hunting animals. The world itself is a savage ice world with great beasts that takes great skill to fight off, when the Rangers return back to the lodge they see some writing and realize this was a place known as Kurnos Quiver, a place where the Eldar's Hunting God stayed sometimes away from others even his love Isha, just him and his hunting dogs. It is believed though before their God's realm was sealed off from the universe he had a arrows made that contains some of his power. The Rangers go then to find these arrows when they do come across them the arrows are actually different weapons & tools a hunter would use each with an imprint of how Kurnos would use them, (think of them like the Sword of Khaine from WFB), with each Ranger taking one. However when they were taken up this sent a Psychic shockwave as they were sealed away with it getting the attention of beings with high enough psychic beings who live on the planet going to investigate with a group of warriors. As the Rangers begin to talk which leads to some arguments on what to do next they are attacked by this group, the Space Wolves. This world is Fenris, the Lodge was hidden all this time and the many deities they worshiped were the Hunting Dogs of Kurnos (yes I do know this reveal would/will make others angry). A fight breaks out but the Rangers now having become Demi-God like beings thanks to the arrows make short work of them, however they know that against the entire Chapter with just 5 of them would be suicide so they destroy the Lodge and seal the gate traveling with just the arrows they picked up. Once they have traveled back they get back into arguing on what they should do (the imprints on the arrows not controlling but influencing them to make the best use of it), with them splitting up to seek different goals. Bow: A hard light structure it seeks great beasts to shoot allowing one to choose between firing precise shots of impossible range, a volley to take out herds & flocks & swarms, and a giant hit that is made to fell titans. They travel to the west to Hunt the Tyranids. Leash and Harness: It brings to life a psionic beast to act as protector and keep others away having something deal with a specialist in long and close range at once. They seek the return of Fenris to the Eldar ready to bring the fight to the Space Wolves. Knife: More of a short sword this increased the Rangers strength and other physical traits to Primarch levels it has them to become the most like Kurnos. The return of the Eldar Pantheon is their goal and they go to join the Ynnari. Cloak: Protecting/resisting the holder body, mind and soul from the realms around them. The rescue of Isha is what drives them reading a mission to enter Nurgle's realm until then fight against the Death Guard and the Daemons connected to the God. ?????: A tool that is part torch, and compass it can open a small pocket demission that travels with allowing them to strike from another point that the pocket takes up. The idea to bring the war to Slaanesh herself is what they choose fighting against her Daemons, and mortal forces.

[ksclaw]

Ups and downs

2023 was a year of... Ups and downs.

Downs

My mom had a blood clot in march, but thankfully, she got help ASAP. She's up and at it again, with very little side effects. It was, needless to say, a very nasty experience, which only added to-

Had a rough time at my retail job. Had a breakdown. I've spent the past 6 months on sick leave, recovering as much as possible. Not something I'm proud of, as it's affected everything from giving me stress and anxiety, to being unable to work on my art and fanfics (art's slowly recovering, writing... ehhh)

Third and worst, having to saying goodbye to my dog, Sara in october. She was 13½, but I can't help wishing we could have had more time.

Ups

I was able to get in contact with a really nice psychologist. He's been incredibly helpful, and has helped giving me tools to deal with my stress and anxiety, among other things. I'm still far from being 100% (I'd say I'm at least... 50, maybe 60%), but it's good to have someone to talk to.

I have also been approved for a special course through the jobcenter, for a psychoeducation course, done by specialists who help out autistic people such as myself. Paperwork is still being done on some parts, so waiting for news there, but it's a positive step forward.

And finally, in late November, we brought home little Lunte. We were looking for a dog for myself, but it ended up being my mom who fell for him and *hard.* I don't mind though, because I have no doubt that mom also misses Sara.

And come on, how can you say no to this little face?

It's a challenge for my mom to have a puppy again, but I'm doing my best to help her out.

If I had to have a resolution, my biggest goal is just... general recovery. Not gonna lie, my earlier mentioned breakdown's been kind of building itself up since 2020, but... yeah, could have done without the nervous breakdown and the misery piled on top. So yeah.

All in all, I am not sorry to see 2023 go. But here's to hoping 2024 will be a little more positive.

[phandomtaleweaver]

“Chien de Garde”

No parings, fluff, humor, 700+ words

New to the team, Finka always get the feeling she’s being watched when she talks to Doc, Monty might be able to tell her why

(Please don’t come at me for my French or Russian, I used google translate)

Only a week after the team had returned from Truth and Consequences, Finka visited Doc in the med bay for the first time. The conversation had been innocuous, some follow up about the Chimera Virus. The doctor had been working in the main area of the med bay, rather than his office. After leaving Lera couldn’t shake the feeling that she and the doctor were being watched. Nothing terribly sinister, just the simple feeling of being observed. Thinking back, Finka didn’t remember seeing anyone else in there, as Jäger, the only patient, had moved back to his own room, where he was far more comfortable.

Over the next couple of weeks Lera noticed the same feeling, but only when she was talking to Doctor Kateb. She thought about asking him about it, or Oliver, except the latter might start a fight. Finally, after three weeks, Lera had had enough, so she approached the next closest person to Gustave to see if he knew anything: Gilles “Montagne” Toures.

She approached him one quiet evening in the common room. Most other operators were doing their own things elsewhere or had gone out to the pub for a pint and Lera and Gilles were virtually alone in the common area. Gilles sat on a couch reading a book titled Le Comte de Monte-Cristo. She sat on a chair catty corner to him and he looked up.

“Um, hello, Toures, I hope I’m not interrupting your reading.”

The older man chuckled, a rich, warm sound and shook his head. He then inclined his head for her to continue.

“I have an odd question, but one I don’t know who else to ask,” she watched his face for any adverse reaction, but none came. He merely maintained his previous warm expression, waiting patiently for her to continue. “Do you ever feel like you're being watched when you talk to Doctor Kateb?”

The Frenchman looked incredulous then seemed to think for a moment. “Non,” he finally responded. “But I may know what you are-” he paused searching for the word “-signifier, oh, what you mean.” He stopped speaking, realizing his faulty English was probably hard to understand. “I know, what the feeling you have, I understand it. You are aware of Gustave’s “Chien de Garde”. His, uh, guard dog.”

“His guard dog?”

“Oui, I can introduce you.”

“Why not?” Lera chuckled, still slightly confused.

Gilles stood and beckoned for her to follow him, “Viens.”

The two walked to the med bay together in companionable silence, and a bit of anticipation on Lera’s part. Upon arriving Lera saw the med bay looked empty, aside from the doctor organizing something. The minute they were fully in the room, the CBRN specialist felt like she was being watched.

“Bonsoir, Docteur,” Gilles greeted.

“Salut, vieil ami. добрый вечер, Lera. What brings the two of you here so late? Not an injury I hope.”

“Non,” Gilles smiled, with just the slightest hint of mischief in his eyes. “Lera wanted to meet your Chien de Garde.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes and shook his head. “He is in my office if you wish to speak with him.” He turned back to what he was doing.

“Not any more,” a voice said from the doorway of the aforementioned office. Lera looked and there stood Dominic Brunsmeir. Lera had never met the man formally, but he had been waiting for the team when they had returned from T&C, only to remain at Jager’s side till he was released back to his own room. She had heard jokes and whispers about him possibly being a drug dealer, though she doubted that. She realized in that moment that his intense blue eyes observing her was the feeling she had felt all those times talking with the doctor.

“I don’t see why you find it necessary to terrorize everyone, Dom,” Gustave sighed, breaking the silence.

“I'm not terrorizing anyone, artz, just keeping you company,” the German smiled, attempting to look innocent and failing.

“You are as good at keeping me company as Tania would be, you just like to lurk,” the doctor shot him a faux glare. Then turning to Lera he continued. “He hangs around me to make sure no one bullies me, though I don't need it. I think he just likes to scare people, hence the nickname Gilles and Julien have given him: Chien de Garde.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva x student!reader - soft side

Could we have part two of soft side? Maybe Saul hides the baby in his jacket and Reader cetches him baby talking to it and maybe the creature makes a meep noise? - Anon💜

Part two:

You had spent a while trying to talk the headmistress into letting you keep the little creature, and finally, she agreed and explained to you what it was.

It was a spirit bear, a rare but majestic animal that usually could be found deep in the mountains of Solaria.

You ran back to the specialists side of the school and ran through the hallways and to the office but it was empty and you frowned, making your way down the hallways.

“Riven have you seen Mr Silva?”

The boy jumped, spinning around, hiding his cigarette behind him only to relax when he saw it was you.

“Heading to the training grounds or something. You got a lighter?”

“No, but here.”

Holding your palm out, you lit a small fire for him and then ran off towards the training grounds as you tried to find the teacher.

It wasn’t hard to miss him, he as sat on one of the training platforms and you began to walk over, hands stuffed in your pockets and a happy grin on your face.

The closer you got you realised he was talking and you stood behind him.

“You’re so cute.. absolutely adorable..” he mumbled.

You rose a brow and tried to get a better look at who he was talking to, but you couldn’t, but you did see his jacket shuffle a little.

“You’re just a little baby, yes. A small little baby.”

You held a hand over your mouth to try and stop yourself from laughing.

“I’ll tell (Y/N) I decided to release you, and I’ll keep you. Yes, you’ll be the happiest little creature.”

“No! You can’t do that!”

Silva jumped, standing on his feet he spun around and held his arms around his stomach.

“What the hell?!”

“You can’t keep him!”

“Who’s him? There’s no one else here.”

You rolled your eyes, walking over you poked the lump in the teachers jacket and it let out a small squeak.

“Farah said I could keep him. Me.”

You held out your arms and he frowned, taking a step away from you.

“I don’t have him.”

“I can see your jacket moving!”

“I don’t have anything!”

“Mr Silva!”

He stared at you and you stared back at him.

“Give me Jeff back.”

“Why the fuck would you name him Jeff?”

“Because I can’t think of any other name?”

Silva pulled the little creature from his jacket and held him in his arms, running his fingers through the brown fur.

“We’re not naming him Jeff.”

“You said you weren’t looking after him, so you don’t get to change his name.”

“And I’ve changed my mind, and I say no to Jeff.”

You scowled at the teacher and he just shrugged at you.

“Give me my spirit bear back.”

“I don’t want to…”

You snickered a little bit and rolled your eyes, sitting on the floor and Saul did the same thing, letting the little bear wonder between the pair of you as he looked around.

“How about bear?” You asked.

“You’re not very good at this.”

“I named my dog, dog.”

Silva chuckled, shaking his head at you.

“Of course you did. How about Conrad?” He asked.

You thought about this name for a minute.

“I like that name. Okay, I’ll accept it, but he stays with me.”

“He stays with me while you’re in class, and you while I’m teaching.” He responded.

You glared at him and little but nodded your head and turned back to Conrad who was just happy to be wondering around you

[robotsrawesome64]

heyy!! I just found your acc and you look pretty cool and i’m lowkey interested in your cod matchup!!

some stuff :

i’m 5”6, I have shoulder length curly brown hair, i’m midsize girlie (thick thighs save lives my friends)

I crochet, I love reading but i’m in a reading slump rn so it’s not it

i’m quite sarcastic when I can be, I do like to think i’m nice?! but I can be a cunt so you know take that as you will.

i’m english! midlands girlie so my accent is shite

and I have a leopard gecko called hercules after the disney film <3

LMAOO of course pookums, thank you so much Everyone here is so nice is2g /pos

I matched you with….

SOAP!!!!!!! SOOOAPPPPP!!!!!!!!!! or gaz but for this purpose SOOOOOOAPPPPP 🧼💧🌊💙

W: all implied/off-screen consent, manhandling(carried), (implied flirting in a) drinking environment, soap drinks a lil implication, dog kill shelter mention/ euthanasia waiting list (the dog was ok they were just on the list before), childhood (late/died happy of old age) doggy conversation, slight domestic intimidation (playful, but jealousy+ is man), in order but vague/gaps

The first time he saw you across the room his stare lingered before his mate patted him out of it. Oh- yeah, right. He was a little nervous, but he thought this would be fun.

And when you talked with others, he'd glance to poke his head over at your social vitality.

Greeted you like he would anyone else on the team. Respectfully, heartily offered a hand out to dap you up with a nod, a smiley glint in his eye.

Thank fuck, someone else with a normal accent. All these Horrible Histories-ass team members. When you got misunderstood once Soap just bumped your shoulder in camaraderie. "Hah! See Ghost, ye eejit. Ye can't even recognize yer own- it's not just me, yer just due hearing aids at yer big age."

Would 'casually' invite you out to hit a pub with a group on downtime in case you weren't invited already.

He'd exhale and shrug his shoulders seeing you across the room, trying to psyche himself up to approach you. Be normal, MacTavish.

You both worked under the Allegiance, your unit a flexible help/home-base support to use for specialist brigades like Task Force 141.

Soap had always kept an eye out when he walked past your worksite. One day, he noticed you working late, swamped with gun repairs that'd fallen hard off cargo transport.

"Wanna bet I can fix that?" He pointed to (for him) an intimidatingly complex mess of parts. "If I win, I can take you out. Or- I can just have your gratitude. Ladies choice." He nodded his chin up as he spoke to pretend he wasn't shitting himself internally.

If you agreed he relievedly sat down next to you, double-taking at some tools he didn't know how to use before just using his hands for the most-part. He studiously re-assembled (?) the parts- with some definite back and forth- with surprising swiftness. Any of your teasing just made him playfully curse back at you and work harder.

He...made..something? It looked like it worked, but definitely not OSHA certified. Would definitely have to take this verdict to the judges.

Makes the highest pitch noise you've heard him make as he leant towards you to look at your phone. Holy shit: lizard. Uh- gecko, right.

"Ah, handsome fucker isnae." He peered with focused breath.

Aye, Hercules? Suits him. Oh-! No fucking way. He put his finger up, urging you to wait as he whips out his phone to focusedly scroll for something, swaying as he stood. Waaait. Waittt..

Here. He leant down close over your shoulder. A picture of a Shetland sheepdog (that glam long-hair orange, white, black short-medium herding dog).

"Ariel." Uh-huh. He leant on his hand now on your seat behind you in-between scrolling to more pictures of her. "Designer adult dog in the shelter 'caus her last owner couldn't hack her. Lively, good eye, biter: perfect. Was on the kill list. I begged me mam for her." He swiped to a picture of kid him beaming, hugging her. "She kept me in shape better than any Sarg. I was gonna call her Shit Nugget or something, but mam wouldn't let me, so I settled for my favourite princess instead." ("Mermaids are fuckin cool.")

Soap rubbed your shoulder. "Ahh, c'mon. I'm sure the little guy'll survive without its mam for a bit."

"Tough seeing them grow up, huh?" He offered, tilting his head playfully before he searched your face, trying to think of something: "-Besides, you got a hercules right here." He joked, making a show of backing up to pat his scarred bicep.

"No? Yer breaking my back, lass.. Hmm.." He decided to stand and tried to cross his eyes to impersonate a gecko, I guess (??). So embarrassing. "Whats the difference. Thas right, indistinguishable."

Uses your shoulders as an arm-rest when standing in public in front of your team, pretending to be oblivious to your protest.

Would absolutely throw you over his shoulder for shits and giggles, or if you got too smart with him. Easy. Would obviously pretend to wobble and cackle, before adjusting your weight over his shoulder again and casually pretending to go about his business (to prove a point of just how much of a non-issue it was for him).

In-between deployments he'd lay back on your cot behind you, leaning on his elbow to try and precisely comb out/untangle any knots while your hair was still damp. He'd faux curse under his breath to himself and sit up, adjusting and getting you to sit 'properly' in front of him so he can do a better job. To attention please; this was a matter of pride /j.

When he comes back from work sore and groaning exasperatedly, he insists on cuddles whilst you're focused on crocheting. He climbs onto your bed situation and lays with a huff hugging your waist.

Remarks and looks over each crotchet project wholly whether it's half done or finished. " Waa!! Look at this wee fucker." -Shows it off to everyone.

"Ah yeh, my girlfriend, she can make all sortsa shit. She's like a lego character from those wee lego games."

Rolls his eyes to himself when he sees you staring at the others, sneaking up on you and leaning down to hug you over your shoulders.

His head lowered next to yours: "What're we looking at?" He'd question faux-softly.

"Uh-huh?" He follows your eyes to Ghost. "No. Be real lassie, thassa grim Christmas."

After he was finally reassured by a sufficient back and forth with a threateningly teasing tone he lets up, lulling his head to the side. "Yeah? Aye, that's what I thought. Atta girl." He kissed you on the cheek and released you.

He'd weaseled his way into your life, and you weren't too mad about it. He was your..weasel?

~divider by v6que (tumbr)

~soap:3 by JimMiIton (pinterest)

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Tip my hat to you//0.1

Summary: After returning from the uranium mission, Bob finds out his long-term 7-year boyfriend was cheating on him. Bob goes to the only person he knows who wont ask questions. Jake Seresin.

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Bob hated planes, which was ironic given he was a Weapon specialist officer. He didn't hate the flying so much, it was the fact that he was stuck in a cramped space bored out of his mind for the next 5 hours.

He also hated flying commercial in his uniform, but he hadn't been in the right mind frame to change. It came with benefits but it came with more con’s then pro’s, he hated being stopped all the time, “Thank you for your service”.

It was so grating, you wouldn't stop a normal person? Why get in his way to say something they clearly didn't mean?

He had flown to Lemoore in uniform because he had a meeting with the brass before he left for the airport and didn't have time to change. He hadn't seen the point, after all it was only one little flight.

He remembered their last night together at hard deck, everyone had been having fun. Their last night all together before people started shipping out.

God he had been so dumb, he had been talking to Phoenix all week about how excited he had been to be coming home.

The Hard Deck had been loud, there was only a few days left before he left. The noise pounded in his ears and there was a faint pulsing starting in the back of his head, an early sign of a headache coming on.

He signed dreamily, he knew his heads were in the clouds. It didn't seam to bother the other who were spread out in the bar, Rooster and Fanboy were playing pool, Payback and Coyote were playing darts and yet somehow both of them were losings. Hangmen was around - Bob hadn't seen him for a good hour, and Maverick was at the bar.

Phoenix nudged his shoulder rolling her eyes at him in amusement, she dropped into the booth next to him. Groaning dramatically earning her a weird look from Fanboy who looked confused, but the look was wiped of his face as his head whipped around at the sound of the cue cracking on the ball as Rooster won the game. 

Bob had been so excited to come back home. To see his crew again. To see Dan again. He had expected a warm welcome, a kiss and an embrace that would rival any military reunion. A homemade dinner and then a passionate night in between the sheets. 

He had babbled to Phoenix about him for hours, in and out of the cockpit. She probably knew more about him then he did at this point but she never stopped him, as he talked about how amazing he was. How he missed him more then the world, how long it had been. How unbelievably sweet he was. Way to eat his own worlds. 

“He’s just so..” He trailed off, Nix gave him an assumed look.

“Dreamy” she offered causing him to snort. 

“Perfect” he admitted, she gave him a genuine smile pulling him into a hug, “I’m happy for you Bob, I really am” she gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Now, lets go watch these idiots make a fool of themselves shall we?” her grin became wolfish and he laughed at her glee. He would miss this. 

They had become an odd bunch, Rooster and Hangman had started to get along. Maverick and Rooster were patching things up, there was something other then a platonic relationship happening between Fanboy and Payback. Coyote he hadn't had a chance to talk to much but he seamed to be reinstating a broken friendship with Phoenix. Despite everything, they really had become a team in the end.

How long had it been going on? How long had Dan been cheating on him? Had it been the entire time? How much of a fool had he been?

The lingering feeling of anger and betray hadn't faded, but mutated. He was resigned. But there was only so long before something like this would happen. They had been together for 7 years. That's a lot for people who weren't married.

People who were looking at homes together, who were looking at getting a dog. A family home with a white picket fence and 2.5 children.

What a joke.

He gritted his teeth as they went through a patch of turbulence, he took a deep breath in. He missed having his trusted pilot in the front seat of the jet, even a dogfight would be a smoother flight then this. He wasn't convinced this pilot had a license. 

His phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pocket glancing at the remainder displayed on the screen grimacing. Squad breakfast date.

He would need to reschedule that, his pilot Nixy had arranged it so they could get back together and catch him up on what he missed when he was deployed.

He couldn't attend if he was in Texas, he felt a slight sting of guilt for blowing of his squad, his family for something like this. An impulsive trip, but he could stay there, not while he was there.

They would understand, it wouldn’t stop her from coming herself and checking up on him.

He slipped his phone back into his pocket for safe keeping as he leaned back relaxing into the seat. While it was uncomfortable he had been in a fighter jet with far worse seats for far less time. He closed his eyes, this was going to be a very long flight. 

Slowly the noise of the jet around him faded and the familiar noise of a jet sounded around him, he opened his eyes and found himself in the back of a fighter jet. Flying was as easy as breathing for him so why did it feel like an elephant was sitting on his chest?

He tried to move, to flip a breaker, to do anything. But he found himself pinned down to his chair, he grunted and tried to move again only to feel like he had been shoved roughly back into the seat wincing as he caught something on the way back. His back ached slightly before fading into the background with a faint pulsing pain.

He breathed in and tilted his head slightly when he head phoenix mumbled over there comms "that was close”

He could hear Maverick’s grim “too close".

What had been too close? 

He didn't have much time to think when the jet shook violently, "Bird strike!" someone yelled out. Bob felt his chest construct and his panic set in as they started going down. He needed to move to help Phoenix. He needed to move.

He couldn't, he was frozen. 

Alarms flooded through the cockpit as Phoenix attempted to save the jet.

“Phoenix both engines are on fire!” he called out to her, sweat poured down his back.

“Climbing!” Phoenix called out to command, “Throttling back. Shutting off fuel to the left engine. Extinguishing fire!”.

“Right engine is out!” Was he talking? His body was shoved against the side of the cockpit and a wave of nausea hit him. Where was he? He looked out of the canopy staring at the ground before they flipped again. Was he upside down?

He twisted his head swallowing heavily, trying to make sense of what was happening. The jet was to loud. It wasn't safe. It didn't sound at all like he was used to.

Everything around him seamed to slow, the cockpit seamed quiet, muffled. Almost silent.

He loved flying, it was calm. Sitting in the back providing an extra pair of eyes, staring out in the sky around them. Gliding through the air while making fun banter with his pilot. This wasn’t it. The cockpit wasn't filled with a friendly air, it was filled with panic as the jet twisted in the air and metal grinding. He could hear people yelling, his ears were ringing and he struggled to breath. Who was talking? What was happening?

They were plummeting to the ground, where they flying or falling?

He couldn't remember. 

A shiver ran through him as he looked at the ground coming closer to him, he wondered ideally what type of animals lived down there. Would they be carnivores or herbivores. He wasn't sure which he would prefer.

Would there be wolves? Bears? No, this wasn't the environment for bears. Maybe Coyotes were better?

A hysterical laughter bubbled in his throat, he would have to tell Coyote he found his family.

Where did everyone go?

His heart was pounding and a pain was starting to spread across his chest, he swallowed back bile and prayed for his stomach to settle.

There was nothing worse then vomiting in your cockpit hundreds of feet in the air. The smell tends to stay long after cleaning, he had learned that in the academy. Those planes always smelt like vomit.

A wave of dizziness flooded through him as his ears popped and suddenly he was assaulted by the loudness of the cockpit.

“Phoenix you cant save it! Eject! Eject!” Maverick commanded desperately.  When had Maverick gotten here? Hadn't he left?

He could only watch as they get closer to the ground, as Phoenix stubbornly tried to recover the plane. She never pulled the ejection lever.

He closed his eyes as they collided with the ground. He felt pain flood through him, he felt like something was strangling him, tightening around his chest preventing him from breathing. Then he was being thrusted back and there was the familiar weight of g-force tearing apart his body. 

He let out a gasp as he was jostled, his stomach dropping as his eyes shot open.

"I’m out of flairs!" Rooster cried out, no no no. The mission.

He saw it happen, he saw Phoenix frightened look in the mirror. He saw the devastation on her face and the determination. He watched helpless as she slammed the joystick to the side pulling them around far to tightly not to warp the frame. Making them leave their track, away from safety. He held his breath as she took place over Roosters jet without hesitation, showering the man with flairs. Cover Rooster just as he had seen Maverick do.

He held the plane with a iron grip, flexing his fingers only for an inch before the g-force pinned him down again. Alarms bleared through the plane as the plane jerked when the SAM hit them, Phoenix cried out in pain.

He wanted to ask if she was alright, but his voice was stolen from him.

He was stuck. Mute. Unless.

They were in a flat spin, the g-force pinning them back as they spun violently in the air heading for land. The alarms blared so loudly in the jet that he could hardly hear Nat over them.

"Eject bob! Eject!" Phoenix cried out. He couldn't move. he was pinned.

The Ejection handle was right there, between his legs. It would be so easy just to reach forward and grab them. He grunted as he tried to rip himself from where he was pinned. The weight strained against his body and pain flooded through him as he sank back in defeat a sob trying to crawl out of his throat. “Bob! Eject! Please Eje-”

The plane slammed into the ground and he expected pain again, instead he was graced with snow. He blinked one moment he was sitting in a fire covered plane staring at his dead unmoving pilot. The next he was stumbling into the snow collapsing to his knees staring as snowflakes landed, breathing in the smell of burning flesh and smoke. A familiar chuckle filled the air around him, haunting him.

"Not good enough Bob?" Daniel asked.

He let her down again, he failed. His only job was to help her fly, to keep an eye out for her. He had failed. Bird strike, the mission. They crashed.

Eject! Eject! 

He should have reached forward, he should have pushed harder. He had been stuck, frozen in place, unless. He couldn’t fly a plane, he couldn't evade other planes like Phoenix could. All he was, was the guy in the chair. To call out warnings when she needed them. And he had failed. The bird strike, he could have pulled they out. They could have saved them, yanked them both to safety. But he hadn't. He had ignored Maverick’s yelling, his warnings, he had looked at his pilot knowing she wouldn’t pull the handles and had let them burn in. 

The missile, they were falling, dropping. Burning in. All he had done was sit there, his pilots life in his hands and he had let it slip away from him.

Her still unblinking eyes started back at him from where she was pinned forward leaning over the cockpit, smoke made his eyes burn and the fire was smoldering around them. Dead. Dead. Dead. Your fault. You should have ejected. You should have moved. You should hav-

You will never be good enough. 

He jerked awake his a strangled breath catching his scream just before it left his throat. The older woman sitting next to him startled as looked at him oddly, Bob swallowed and smiled "Apologies ma'am" he let his southern drawl seep into his voice. He tended to push it back when he was on placement. No one took him seriously with it, a dumb Texan blond. He didn't know how Seresin handled it.

“This is your captain speaking, I’m happy to announce we will be starting our decent. Welcome to Texas, and to those returning. Welcome home”.

Thank god.

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It’s been a min since I complained about medical BS, so I have to see this absolute idiot of a doctor who is supposedly an infectious disease specialist for my CMV infection. This dumb bitch forgot to order labs for me to get done, so she has no way to check the level of the CMV left in my body and I couldn’t do anything about it because no orders = no labs/blood work. So I had to wake up super early, drive 20 mins to the clinic only to find out this bitch forgot to put in my order. The real kicker is my nurse coordinator (the one who works with my cardiologist) sent her not one, not two but three separate reminders that they were no longer requiring me to get labs until July and that if she wanted additional testing she would have to provide the orders herself. I just cannot with this woman, I’ve talked about it before but I have a real problem with doctors or medical professionals in general who are stupider than I am. I’m supposed to have a follow up video appointment, which she rescheduled without even calling to ask if I was available on the new day and time, and I do not have the patience to deal with her. I’m sure she’s going to give me attitude for not getting the test results for her but I mean there’s nothing I can do about that, I can’t order my own lab work. The phlebotomist even tried calling her office this morning to get her to send over the orders but there was no answer. Excellent doctor 10/10 🙄 I’m just so done.

On the plus side I got another WIP image of my self ship commission and I’m super excited about it. I wish I had more money though and could commission multiple artists because there are just so many talented artists out there. I’ve also been itching to maybe get back to drawing myself but all I can really do is faces, anatomy is really hard and I’m not a trained artist so I never learned it. Maybe I’ll write something instead? More likely I will spend the afternoon on picrew and make a dump post later 🤣

Unrelated to my previous rambling it sounds like there’s a new dog in the building? They have been very vocal and Denny has been running around looking for them. It’s really cute he’s like “Mom! Mom! There’s another pupper here! Where are they? Can we play?!” It sounds like a smaller dog which might be good for Denny since he tends to get scared and easily intimidated by bigger dogs (even though he’s 85 lbs). Maybe he’ll have a new friend 🥰

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SYA Extended Notes Ch. 16

Notes for "See You After" Chapter 16: June 21: Katsuki - SGH Discharge Summary

This chapter was a late addition in the revision process for the "Hospital Letters" arc. It's a bit info-heavy but I felt like I needed an outside perspective of what's going on with Katsuki recovery-wise because it's not something that he would talk about in depth in the letters.

As I am not a medical professional, I spent quite a bit of time searching the internet for relevant information on conditions similar to what I imagine Katsuki would be dealing with. The discharge summary form is a compilation of several example templates I found online: [1] [2] [3]

I also spent an entirely unnecessary amount of time coming up with names for the various doctors even if they're only mentioned once. (I just really like name etymology, especially in Japanese, where the meaning can change depending on which kanji characters are used).

Below, I'm listing the literal translations of the doctors' names based on the kanji used. I've also listed the meanings of the acronyms for their titles (other than the standard MD) *In keeping with Japanese standard, the name that appears first is the family name, followed by the given name

Nakayasu Makoto, M.D., F.J.C.C. - cardiologist 中康 (Nakayasu): 中 = inside; 康 = ease, peace 心一朗 (Makoto): 心 = Heart; 一 = One; 朗 = Melodious, clear, bright FJCC = Fellow of the Japanese College of Cardiology

This one's pretty straightforward, I thought it was a pretty good name for a heart doctor/someone who deals with internal medicine.

Honetani Reika, M.D. - orthopedic surgeon 骨谷 (Honetani): 骨 = bone; 谷 = valley 羚力 (Reika): 羚 = antelope/wild goat; 力 = power

Her given name is a bit more abstract, but she's a bone doctor so her last name is pretty fitting. I basically wanted something that had the character for "power" and I liked the flow of these two names together. But also, 羚 appears in the word for kamoshika (羚羊), a type of serow or wild goat which is thought to be a symbol of luck in Japan, and are known for being agile and strong.

Iyama Shinsuke, DPT (M) - Cardiac Rehabilitation Specialist 医山 (Iyama): 医 = doctor, medicine; 山 = mountain 心丞 (Shinsuke) 心 = heart; 丞 = help DPT = Doctor of Physical Therapy

Again, a straightforward name for someone who deals with heart health.

Tateishi Takeru, DPT - Quirk Rehabilitation Specialist 健石 (Tateishi): 健 = health, strength, persistence; 石 =stone 剛 (Takeru): 剛 = strong, hard, durable

Obviously, this is a made-up medical specialty for the purpose of this fic, but I figured DPT would work since I'd imagine the general process for quirk rehab would be similar to other types of physical therapy.

Fun fact: the kanji for Takeru can also be read as "gou", and it appears in the first section of Kirishima's hero name "剛健" (read as "gouken"). That wasn't intentional but it was an interesting coincidence that I realized afterward.

Also, I know Hound Dog is canonically listed as "guidance counselor" but I decided to give him a relevant degree for this fic so that Katsuki could have someone to talk to about the things he's been through.

LHMC = Licensed Mental Health Counselor