#so guess who has to buy cat food when she gets back to the apartment?
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Took my cat to the vet just for him to be diagnosed with tummy hurted and said he needs different food
#emma posts#apparently it’s an allergic reaction#the vet said you should stick to the ‘big three’ brands or whatever#iams you fucking bitch. half assed slut. we’re trying purina#the vet was like ‘yeah. switch back to his old food and transition him to something better from there#and gave me a box of cat probiotics#he got his old man bloodwork done and he’s fine#but now he has a bald spot again because they had to shave him#so guess who has to buy cat food when she gets back to the apartment?#tried to feed my cat healthier senior food and he liked the taste but his tummy got mad#maybe it would have gone better if he hadn’t PICKED OUT ALL THE NEW STUFF EVERY TIME I FED HIM >:(((#you are supposed to eat both TOGETHER when transitioning diets you picky idiot#that’s probably why tummy hurted! >:/#baby boy is going to have me paying more money for him as he gets old#and not even because he has issues! he’s fine! really good health wise especially for his age. but him being picky gave him tummy hurt#he’s so lucky I love him so so much <3#i try to give him new foods slowly and he just decides that he only wants the new stuff two days in#will ignore the old brand until it’s all that’s left in his bowl and sometimes will STILL ignore it#him being picky when it stops him from eating my human food: 👍 him being picky about his cat food this time: 👎
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contemplating : love, friendships and theories of time
୨୧ ; fate is a strange concept, isn’t it? because park sunghoon was the last person you had expected to see in your philosophy lecture in uni
pairing! philosophymajor!sunghoon x philosophymajor!reader | wc. 0.8k | warnings: wrong philosophy info, prob cringe EN-
🖇️ : philosophy major sunghoon SKDKDKSK. also, to the girly who asked for a uni fic for the science and maths girls, i hope you’re looking forward to my sunoo uni fic ~
you and sunghoon go WAYYYY back
he was your neighbour in that little picturesque town you both lived in, your mum's friend's annoying son who always seemed to be loitering around at your house
you thought your mum adopted him or smth bc why was he at your house more than his own?? — more under cut!!
you used to tease him about being homeless back in the days
but yk you two were best friends
but you and sunghoon kind of just drifted apart in high school after he moved during his freshman year at high school
you see his instagram posts sometimes, pictures of him out with his friends, jawline still jawlining
you sometimes even scroll down to his older posts where you are present in his photos, smiling next to him with a wide braces smile
but you never thought you would cross paths with park sunghoon again
that is, until university.
you walk into your first philosophy lecture and oh look there he is
park sunghoon sitting in one of the corners with his notebook looking like the exact definition of brooding intellectual
what is that guy doing here WHY IS HE HERE?
you two recognise each other instantly but there's this moment of awkwardness
like "oh, do you remember when we used to steal each other's snacks in 5th grade?"
except now he's all grown up, wearing wireframe glasses and quoting descartes during class discussions
you just try to focus on your lecture but you can't really forget about sunghoon being in your philosophy lecture
oh yeah, and he looks x100 hotter than you remember WHAT'S GOING ON
puberty hit him hard
after the lecture, you're about to pack your stuff and leave as soon as you can but he just strides up to you with his obnoxiously long legs
you always hated his stupid long legs you always had to run to catch up
you're certain he walked faster on purpose to leave you behind
ANYWAYS sunghoon just says long time no see in that smooth voice of his.
he's polite, maybe a bit shy, but there's a hint of a smile on his face and it's almost like the years of not seeing each other disappears
you two start hanging out more- grabbing coffee together before 8AM morning lectures designed to kill university students, studying together in the library
your mum is also really happy to hear that you've met sunghoon
you always knew she liked him better than you.
but you guys only get closer on a fateful thursday morning as you’re making your way to your morning lecture
because sunghoon is standing in the courtyard with a baby kitten in his arms whilst panicking
“y/n this cat keeps following me and she doesn’t have a mum.”
ofc you need to take it in SHE’S SO CUTE
you end up skipping lectures and spending the entire day with sunghoon to bring the cat to the vet and buy food
sunghoon wants to name the cat descartes but you veto that immediately
by the day is over, you have a kitten named mochi with sunghoon as a co-parent
now you’re seeing him all the time bc guess who has joint custody over mochi??
ok but spending time with sunghoon isn't as hard as you thought it would be
like yes he moved without a word and practically ghosted you in highschool
but it all feels really natural WHO CHEERED??
but between kitten playdates and philosophy study sessions stuff start feeling kinda different HMMM
which you didn’t think was possible btw sunghoon’s hobby is literally talking about existentialism and calligraphy
yeah and you knew him since he was five
ok but he looks really hot whilst talking about sartre NDJDKDKSKS
who knew you would start feeling all warm inside from sunghoon
not the 14 years old you in the past
but now everytime you touch in any way, you feel yourself flush pink
and you can’t ignore how sunghoon tries to act all nonchalant about it but his ears are turning red
how cute.
“you ever heard about hegel’s theory of love?”
“if you’re about to lecture me, i’m leaving.”
“no- listen, it’s about how love is this push and pull that makes you grow and stuff, and i don’t think i’m just studying it anymore. i think i’m feeling it, with you.”
ok that sounded a lot better in my head please don’t come for me
but yeah
aristotle believed everyone has a purpose they’re meant to fulfill. perhaps you didn’t know it back than, but losing touch with sunghoon and finding him again… it feels like you two were meant to meet in the future. perhaps it’s fate
✉️ : @icyy-hoon
#엔하이픈#성훈#enhypen#enha#enhypen sunghoon#sunghoon#enhypen fic#enhypen headcanons#enhypen fluff#enhypen x reader#enhypen drabbles#enhypen thoughts#enhypen oneshots#enhypen scenarios#sunghoon headcanons#sunghoon fluff#sunghoon fic#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon smau#sunghoon thoughts#sunghoon scenarios#sunghoon oneshots#sunghoon soft hours#sunghoon drabbles#heeseung#jay#jake#sunoo#jungwon#ni ki
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Nightmare AU part 26
Panel 1:
Sky Coeur the detective:"I will propose to Nishya the dream cat in this afternoon..."
Polestar the star sprite:"Wonderful, i know exactly the best bakery for the wedding cake!"
Le souris bonbon neige:"Wait, my big brother is getting married?I don't have any plans for the bachelor party, i'm such a failer little brother in the world!"
Hester the photo marksmen:"I've heard about a proposal possible a marriage?"
Panel 2
Luna the moon demon:"This time better be true, i haven't eat a piece of cake in ages."
Hester the photo marksmen:" Oh, and here i thought you want me to propose to you too Lunica... My dreams are crushed, woah..."
Faith the head rabbit:"Back off, masked man, my master deserve only the best!"
Amstran the moon dancer:"We should buy them a wedding gift!"
Le souris bonbon neige:"Why in the world the stuff is so expensive here?!"
Yan-naifu the ghost:"Because things that cost a lot of money is the usual nightmare in your world."
Felix Reddison:"That and rich people, some of us are rich so it doesn't bother us too much, plus we have jobs that are paid well, that are the employer nightmare in the real world!"
Red the fortune teller:"Let me guess, finding quality stuff is also a nightmare?"
Panel 4
Doctor bird:" I just need a few more wires and there this should be enough!"
Luciano the candle of secrets:"When will the machine be complete?"
Doctor bird:" I'm afraid i will need more lab rats since the others were disposable!"
Growlian:"I've heard that Doctor, our master won't be very kind to us if this machine of your doesn't work properly."
Duo the ballon prince:" What if we hunt down the marshmallow demon?"
Growlian:"The marshmallow demon is perfect for the machine, yes...But don't harm her too much, she is mine, will become my perfect puppet."
Luciano the candle of secrets:"We tried to put her children in danger but that didn't get us anywhere, hasn't change her form at all."
Moon on fire:"Then i propose to do something more drastically, it won't be enough if we attack them, Melinoë the princess of nightmares can change them one against another."
Clause the assassin king:"Till then we need to lure them, killing more villagers for the machine will certain catch their attention."
Growlian:"I will send our special crows to spy on them, where they are we will know."
Luna the moon demon:"So now that you are married what it will be? Nishya Coeur the dream cat, Nishya the dream cat Coeur or just Nishya Coeur?
Felix Reddison:" That is wonderful, you can take the brown with yellow room it has some roses painted as a pattern, what flowers would you prefer, have you thought about the food meniu?
Yan-naifu the ghost:"We have so many to prepare, our friends are getting marry!"
Lumboo the light ghost:"I just heard the news, congratulations you two!"
Nishya the dream cat:"Thank you, Lumboo the light ghost, would you like to be one of our best man?"
Le souris bonbon neige:"Come on, Amstran the moon dancer, get a break, we deserve this! Working extra hard is not too good for our health!"
Felix Reddison:"We are here to unite this man with this woman in the Holy Sacrament of Marriage..."
Luna the moon demon:"I always cry at weddings..."
Faith the head rabbit:"Woah, weakling, sniff sniff... So beautiful, this is the first marriage i attempt too... Woah..."
Felix Reddison:"Will take each other at good and the bad, at health and sickness, at poor and rich... Till death do them apart... If there is anyone who knows a reason they can't be married speak now or forever be silent!
Red the fortune teller:"My little sister is so beautiful and happy, i'm so glad she found someone!"
Sky Coeur the detective:"With this ring i seal our marriage, making you my oficial wife, i give my word that i will love you at bad and good time till death do us apart!"
Nishya the dream cat:With this ring i seal our marriage, making you my oficial wife, i give my word that i will love you at bad and good time till death do us apart!"
Felix Reddison:"You can kiss the bride!"
Luna the moon demon :"Congratulations!Wish you the stone house and many children to come in the future!"
Nishya the dream cat:" I will never get used to Mrs Coeur name, hehe!"
Sky Coeur the detective:"I'm the luckiest mouse in the world, in so happy to have you Nishya the dream cat... Thank you!"
Nishya the dream cat:"And I'm the luckiest cat in the world, finally we are together as a family!"
Sky Coeur the detective:"This day is now on my collection as one of my happiest days album!"
Part 1 till part 25
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My sister is lowkey killing me
She saw I had strawberries in my drink and she asked me if I asked to use her strawberries.
._. Are you fucking actually kidding me? If you were staying in my home for going on three weeks, I'd buy you food. You'd be welcome to anything in my pantry unless I told you no. I can communicate "hey, don't drink my cocoa until I can buy more" "don't go in the candy box unless you're going to use caution" "don't drink the alcohol".
What the fuck kind of person accuses someone in their home of stealing food? It's not like I'm couch surfing or invited myself for three weeks.
Her place is a mess. I guess I understand that she's moving, but a) she hasn't done anymore organizing or made any apparent moves toward further packing, and b) the place is only a tiny bit more neat than it was than when I got here..........through my own voluntary actions and her bullying.
I want even ready to move and my place was neat and organized. Even if I'd torn all of my furniture apart, it would've just looked like I was doing a furniture assembly gig. I'm having a hard time contemplating how an absolute mountain of clothes is ready to go. She also doesn't have any boxes or containers. The place just is a mess. And I've seen her rooms in college. While the main living spaces have been neat while living with others, her personal space is always a mess.
The point being, I know this isn't my house. I'm not walking around leaving dirty dishes and food packaging and used tissues wherever I feel like. I'm so stressed, my shoulders are wrapped up somewhere near my ears. I'm on edge. I'm surrounded by four cats who are not mine. I was left on charge of them, plus four guinea pigs, a hedgehog, and a house-training puppy.
None of which I agreed to. Not the four guinea pigs. Not the trying to help house-train a puppy. Not the cats all constantly hissing at each other. It's exhausting. I have a job. I'm earning money. I just paid three leases by myself. I'm not the one buying more fake nails and junk jewelry than I could ever use. I'm not the animal hoarder.
I think it's deflection. If you focus on everything I'm doing less than perfectly, maybe you can deflect from how you're falling short on your frankly unrealistic standards. I don't usually like to hit below the belt like this, but I think this is really demonstrative of why she doesn't seem able to hold onto relationships. I don't necessarily agree that it has anything to do with her fuckability.
I never should've accepted to live with her. I should've told her, well, this is what you get for taking out a mortgage you can't actually afford.
She just came in here and turned off the fucking light and I can't fucking argue with her; I'm at work, on the phones. We're in this dark ass room and I know it looks like I'm just on my fucking computer, but I'm at work.
I've worked a certain way for nearly four years: Absolutely quiet to my own ears, with a sound baffle and as close as I can get to industrial lighting without fluorescent lights.
This environment is incredibly noisy. Even with the windows closed, it sounds like I'm working right outside on the road. There's no sound baffle, so despite my best efforts, I end up yelling. I'm doing my best to get through this short period and go back to virtual isolation where I don't have to be woken by the sudden uptick of traffic at four in the morning, or someone scrambling to get to work at four in the morning. Where I don't have to deal with anyone telling me how to use their space as my workspace.
I'm supposed to be working with her, but it feels like she doesn't have to work with me, she can just tell me how to do and be and I'm just sick of it and I just want to get through these next two weeks and go back to as close to life as normal.
I can't even whine to our middle sister because she'll just stir the fucking pot like she's not nearly thirty herself with two kids.
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11/17-18/2023
friday - saturday
found out my cat is probably not going to die, actually!!
he is actually eating, today, and stuff. it's not a full recovery but it is good news, for him, and my mom and i.
supposedly the f1 cars were supposed to be so loud we would hear them from our apartment, but we aren't. i don't know what to make of that (nothing, basically).
anyway today was insane because it started normal except, as my gf was on her way back from doing laundry with her mom this morning, she told me to get ready because her mom wanted to take us out, so i did. i was able to basically do nothing this morning really other than work out and stuff, but it was okay. i've been consumed w/ sloth lately i guess anyways. i just end up feeling so tired every day. i think that's basically good but gosh it's been getting in my way, sorta. maybe i should care less about that though, just try and do stuff when i can. not when 'the mood strikes' but just like, when i actually can. i've been so fucked up l8ly it puts significant roadblocks in the way of actually living. i won't describe what i ended up doing tonight that was totally and literally insane i guess (has to do with trying to know 'what i look like' (carried out using front facing phone cam, because i guess i default to the most incorrect mean / what will make me most dysphoric because maybe the misery is addictive in its own way)). anyway we go out, and eat, prior my gf goes into h&m and i go into a guitar center and fuck around with this roland gaia synth thing. it's cool, i got this insane and ugly sound out of it, kind of sad i don't have that naturally but whatever, i bet i could figure it out, or something similar. it's a kind of sound i like normally (chipsynth but eeevilllll (lol)). when i went to go meet my gf's mom out in front of the restaurant (not telling which because it's just like.., whatever), her brother gets there, she's still in h&m, and i had to go and get her and watch her buy an oversized white blazer.
the lunch/dinner situation was basically her mom and her brother, mostly her brother, ceaselessly speaking, and then sometimes looking at me and saying that i've said nothing, or asking for some kind of input. i guess this explains why i'm so exhausted. that continuous, neurotic stream, of mental sludge that eventually turns to baffling and reactionary thinking, and then asking if i'm offended, sincerely, at least, and then just continuing. i don't really ever say anything because i'm not offended, and also, it is actually too much trouble. it would go beyond 'correcting' anyone, it would be more or less about explaining contexts, approaches, and why on a root level the approaches they are taking w/ seeing the world are actually not helpful and mostly founded in fear/ keeping everything the same, and are received practices rather than ones they have discovered (everyone is a little like that w/ being a ball of received things, and it does one well to know that and keep it in mind (it also makes defusing that seem much harder because no one wants to be told they aren't an individual like they think (no one is an individual, personhood as broadly imagined, identity too, is a fantasy when we are caught in the system of spectacle, as we are (am i annoying, or what??)))). anyway, knowing that it would be 1) longwinded, and 2) annoying, who wants to hear all that bullshit when it's mother and son complaining about the politically correct world they feel they are forced to live in. dinner had an aura of discomfort the whole time, i did not want to share food with anyone, as her brother had given their mother herpes because he shared a drink with her. i kept looking at the sore. it was like the dinner scene in texas chainsaw massacre, or resident evil. i can't decide.
her brother is also an insane rfk jr. guy. which is kind of entertaining for me. he's a year younger than me and keeps talking about "as you get older," and shit like that. now he doesn't make music, because he's gotten older, and he doesn't want to confront that dark part of himself, because he feels like he'd go back there, and whatever and stuff. being 25 and still writing + making music, just being creatively active, i dunno, there's a lot of stupid stuff people swallow regarding 'making art' i guess. one is that it's this super authentic soul baring thing you're doing, and that it's got to come from something serious every time. or even that it has to be so emotional, that it can't have any element beyond that, where you are just thinking things out.
the waiter we had was also insane, he came over, said things about how he's just a vessel for god, that he's lost family recently, he's got a baby. very nice man though, at least.
the night basically ended, with my gf's mom and her brother, going into guitar center with us again, while i messed with guitar pedals, and the brother wandered off to go play a song for them.
the day otherwise has been good. listening to the blood brothers now.
anyway i washed my face, i need to do my night workouts and then probably just sleep soon so:
byebye!!!!!!!
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A is for Apartment:
This literally how I imagine his apartment to look like!
B is for Baggage:
I’d say he only packed the essentials. So gold and jewels for sure, maybe a dagger. And a satchel with a few of his clothes but not so much because he knew he’d have to change in order to blend.
C is for Clothes:
His go to outfit in the modern world? Easy. Jeans and a black/dark tshirt. Add a leather jacket because why not ;) if he’s feeling fancy, a nice dark suit.
D is for Drink:
Dude is tea drinker. So he’d love all the different teas there is. He’s gotten to like black coffee. But he’s more of a tea drinker. Also, he wouldn’t admit it aloud but he’d like pink lemonade.
E is for Electricity:
‘“This is what Adrian’s father works with? Gods…how peculiar but useful!”
F is for Food:
Aemond strikes me as the type to like sushi. Idk why but I see him ordering all kinds of rolls. He’d go to restaurants where they have the conveyor thing where you can grab whatever roll you want.
G is for Grateful:
That finding someone is fairly easy all thanks to technology 😅 how he quickly becomes the next Joe Goldberg.
H is for Hair:
He cuts and dyes his hair! 😭 but after that he starts buying all sorts of product and his hair grows back out again!
I is for Invention:
The computer and car! He’d want to learn how to drive (somehow lol) but would be cautious because he remembers the car accident Adrian told him she was in.
J is for Jamming:
Dude becomes addicted to rock. All sorts of rock. Alternative, soft rock, heavy metal, punk. That’s all him.
K is for Keys:
After getting to know Isabelle more I imagine his keychain to be filled with pins and maybe even stickers if they can stay on 😅
L is for Leisure:
You mean other than spy on Adrian and his daughters? He’d be learning how to use a computer properly and learn more about the modern world. He’d definitely go to a library. He can’t check out books (hello no ID) so he’d read there and catch up on history.
M is Map:
Europe. Y’all know he’d rather be in Europe.
N is Name:
He’d stick with his first name.
O is for Objects:
The object that brought him to the modern world. Which I won’t say what it is ;)
P is for Pets:
His apartment wouldn’t allow any pets but he’d definitely get either a grumpy cat or a scary looking (but a total sweetheart) doggie.
Q is for Questions:
Oh so many things. This is a brand new world for him. The questions are endless!!!
R is for Routine:
Wake up, shower, drink coffee, either skip or has a quick breakfast, follow Adrian and his daughters. Wander around the city, check on Adrian and his daughters from afar. Leave to do some solo stuff like research/learn and then return to Adrian and his girls when it’s nearing the end of the school day and Adrian leaves her job.
S is for Social Media:
Dude, he’s an old man when it comes to social media. He’s the boomer in this equation. But he’d make a insta or Facebook with a fake name so he can follow Adrian and by extension also Julieta so he can see what she has up on the internet.
T is for Toilet:
That the toilet saves a lot of time and is more clean. Plus toilet paper? He loved that stuff.
U is for Upbeat:
Y’all his family. I’m telling you he’s determined to be in their lives.
V is Vehicles:
After he learns how to drive he would buy a motorcycle. A fuckin’ Harley. I can’t picture him driving anything else.
W is for Weather:
It’s fairly the same as King’s Landing. But he’d like it more when it rains. Unlike Adrian who likes the sunshine.
X is for X-Ray:
If he’s alone then he wont be shy to walk around in his birthday suit. This is his new home after all. He needs to feel comfortable living there.
Y is for Ying and Yang:
Being with his wife and daughters. Thomas who? Oh he’s gone…or he likes to think so.
Z is for Zzz:
Since he only has a mattress at the beginning the couch is where he sleeps before he gets the rest of his furniture.
Aemond in the Modern World (Alphabet!)
@dreaming-for-an-escape
A is for Apartment: how does it look like? What are its distinctive features?
B is for Baggage: how much did he pack before coming to this world?
C is for Clothes: what is his go to outfit of choice?
D is for Drink: his favorite drink that he came across?
E is for Electricity: what was his reaction to it?
F is for Food: his favorite food in the modern world?
G is for Grateful: what makes him grateful in this world?
H is for Hair: what is going to be his new hairstyle?
I is for Invention: what kind of modern invention intrigues him the most?
J is for Jamming: his favorite music genre?
K is for Keys: How do his house keys look? Did he add any cool keychains to it or did he keep it simple?
L is for Leisure: What does he like to do in his spare time?
M is for Map: what place, city or country would he like to visit personally?
N is for Name: Does he go by another name in this world?
O is for Objects: what is something that he never parts with?
P is for Pets: would he ever consider getting a pet?
Q is for Questions: is he still unsure about certain things?
R is for Routine: what is his day to day routine?
S is for Social Media: does he struggle in that department? Does he know how to look people up on Instagram, Tik Tok, Facebook, etc?
T is for Toilet: what was his reaction to it?
U is for Upbeat: what keeps him happy and energetic?
V is for Vehicles: what is his typical mode of transportation?
W is for Weather: what does he think of the weather in this world?
X is for X-ray: does he walk around nude in his apartment or does he put something on when he's alone?
Y is for Yin and Yang: what makes him feel complete?
Z is for ZZZ: where does he sleep? Is it comfortable?
#my heart my body my soul#aemond targaryen#adrian nova reyes#hotd modern reader#house of the dragon#oc
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