#so if she gets fleas she'll keep them around :((((

[heartbeetz]

Negative post / pet health stuff

Sorry for not reblogging promos after I made mine. My pets got fleas again bc my father lied about getting them new flea collars before I moved back in, so I got distracted trying to deal with that. Maybe I'll dig them up and rb them from you guys later. Idk.

[ms-demeanor]

If you're new to me yelling about this: my neighbors feed a feral cat colony but provide no other care to the colony like neuter/spay or vaccination. They free feed the cats, which attracts skunks, and they have (at the moment) about 20 cats in the colony, which attracts coyotes.

My dog has been skunked twice, she can't be outside in our yard unsupervised for even a minute because otherwise she'll try to eat cat shit because there's cat shit everywhere in my yard because the neighbors also haven't provided litterboxes or a sandbox for their ferals (their entire yard is paved) and if she has to go outside at night I need to clear the yard for coyotes before I let her out even in the small fenced area by our bedroom.

Also there are fleas fucking *everywhere* and even though my dog is on medication to prevent fleas I need to de-flea her twice a week in the summer; this is the case for every dog owner on the street.

The street I live on has a speed limit of 25mph but I hear cats getting hit frequently, so frequently that we have a resident group of crows who hang out and wait for them to become roadkill.

I have a collection of photos on my phone that show kittens with broken legs, kittens with missing eyes, kittens with horrible ear mite infections, and I have a dedicated shovel that I use for moving cat corpses that show up on my property. The cats that die on my property die from abscessed wounds from fights with other cats, respiratory infections, renal failure, and injuries from being hit by cars.

My spouse is immune compromised, and while toxoplasmosis is not a serious risk for most people, it IS a serious risk for people who are immune compromised (as are all the other infections that cats can potentially carry), which means that it's unsafe for me to grow vegetables in my yard for us to eat and it's unsafe for him to work in the yard.

I'd love to maybe open my windows at night and keep down the electricity costs of using the AC, but I can't because the entire side of my house that faces my neighbor's yard reeks of cat shit and piss year round.

Those are my next door neighbors.

Last week I was walking my dog as a neighbor around the corner was pulling out of her garage; she paused and rolled down her window and pointed at the cats on her lawn and said "Head's up, my cats are weirdly aggressive about small dogs and they just got let out so they're full of energy right now" and I nodded and crossed the street and didn't yell at my neighbor but *the temptation was there* because A) why are you letting your aggressive animals roam and B) Why are you letting your cats shit all over the neighborhood and C) Why are you exposing your owned cats to the risks of the large and territorial feral colony that is a literal stone's throw away from your house?

Anyway, and as always, Keep Your Fucking Cats Indoors.

[prophet-rebellion]

Jolene's Emergency Vet Visit

Description posted from GoFundMe Campaign:

So for those of you who gave followed me (and maybe seen the update) you'll know Salem has been missing for almost 6 months.

She was my ESA, and given my declining mental health, I didn't have much choice but to get a new ESA.

Enter miss Jolene Macchiato L. Whom I adopted almost two months ago and have whole heartedly decided to keep after realizing just how well we mesh.

You may also know I've been in the hospital the last few days - staying with my roommate who was admitted. I've been coming home to feed the cats and (unsuccessfully) treat them for ear mites. My new roommate was dog sitting and he brought fleas and ear mites into our home.

During this time, Jolene went to the bathroom on my bed multiple times. I at first chalked it up to stress and was told to keep an eye on here. Less than a day of being back from the hospital and her stool is light in color, runny, and most terrifyingly, has blood in it.

This is no longer an issue of stress, but could be a major intestinal/stomach problem when mixed with her inability to wait and use her litterbox. On top of that, she was running around like she was in pain, or something was wrong prior to going.

My second job is not a sure thing yet - it has been more than two weeks since the company reached out to me - and I have been looking for more. The money I thought I won was more a scam to get me down to the car dealership (which by the way, I hated as is because of the older man behaving increasingly grossly and inappropriate towards me).

My funding for Salem has stopped at this point - I have done every physical thing I can to find and bring her home. And now I need to focus on the new feline in my care.

I am taking Jolene to the vet tomorrow and using my new credit card - but there are limited funds and paying it back is my current concern when I have payments taking up to the 1,000s combined due these next two months.

I am setting it to $550 for now (because they take a portion), but the price my change depending on what the vet says and what is wrong.

I know she still need to get treated for ear mites ($300 on it's own) because the current medications I've been using are not working."

This is my fundraiser.

Additional pictures of her adoption papers added on here as well proving when I got her. JOLENE IS A REGISTERED ESA NOW.

Jolene as far as I have been told is two years old, though she is very small for her age. She is a sweet heart though she was likely on the streets for a most of not all her life before she was taken to the shelter and I adopted her a month later.

She is a sweet cat that just wants to check and make sure that you're okay. She'll cuddle. She doesn't meow but she does trill and sound like yoshi.

She just wants to make friends with everyone. And if you're not petting her enough then the grabs your hand and brings it right to her face as she stands on her back legs.

This is the last fundraiser I'm making. Ask anyone I know in real life and they'll tell you just how much I despise asking for help. I want to be able to do things on my own. But until I get one bite from the hundreds (literally) of jobs I've applied to as a secondary then I'm at a loss. I can't afford to wait and save up for this vet Visit - not when her health is on the line.

I can post a picture of her at the vets office tomorrow as well to confirm, along with the update of what they set.

GoFundMe

PayPal

Venmo

Currently $750/$750

UPDATE - 08.02.2023

UNDER THE CUT

We went to the vet today.

TL:DR - she is on medications for the next two weeks, roughly. She did very good at the vet and was very brave. $500 was close, it will come out to be roughly $700 all together after ear mite treatment; we are holding off for now until the other cat in the house can be treated or they will just jump between them, which gives some more time to get there funds. But the over the counter medications are not strong enough to fight the infestation, and depending on severity, it could lead to long term health problems.

So I changed it from $550 -> $750 (again, because they take a processing fee). I also added in there roughly $200 that had been sent from PayPal and Venmo to give a more accurate show off current raised funds.

Below are screenshots of the update explaining more, along with pictures of Jolene at the vet today.

(Straight up, I almost cried because in the right two months that I have had her this was the first time she had crawled into my lap to lay down and cuddle with me.)

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

Flufftober Day 1. Lost Pet Meet Cute

"Oh, hello!"

Michael's happy greeting made Gerry turn back in confusion, since it didn't seem to be directed at him. It wasn't, obviously, since Michael's attention was firmly on the cat that was standing on the bin next to him, meowing incessantly at him. Michael, of course, was already smitten, cooing and petting over the cat's back as they arched up into his hand. Gerry could hear it purring as he retraced his steps, back to Michael's side.

"We can't get distracted, love," he urged, but it was half-hearted at best. Michael was already distracted, and who was he to part the pair? The cat was desperate for attention, eyes closed in bliss as Michael scratched the base of her tail. The patches of white, orange and black of her fur were a bit dingy, and while she wasn't very thin, she had the look of a creature who hadn't been eating well. There was no collar around her neck. "Fuck," Gerry sighed, reaching out as well, letting the cat sniff his fingers before going in to scratch under her chin. "You're not gonna be able to walk away from her, are you?"

"Look at her!" Michael said plaintively, scooping the feline into his arms. His eyes were wide and pleading, gazing at Gerry with aching want. "She might be lost, or abandoned. We can't leave her!"

The thing was, they really could. Gerry knew they should, since they were supposed to be doing some basic reconnaissance on a base for the Lightless Flame, and there was no way to bring a cat along. But there also was no way for him to insist Michael leave the stray behind. She was already looking so comfortable and relaxed in Michael's arms, purring up a storm and leaning into his embrace. Only some sort of heartless bastard could look into Michael's pleading eyes and say no to him.

And Gerry didn't really want to leave her behind, either. 

"She better not have fleas," Gerry told him, still scratching behind the cat's ears. Her bright green eyes scrunched nearly closed as she leaned into his fingers. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Gerry directed at her, quietly loving the increased frequency of purrs. "You're gonna spoil her so bad."

"Oh, I'm going to spoil her?" Michael asked jokingly. "You didn't even try to argue, I didn't even have to ask if we could keep her!" He giggled when Gerry shot him a look, trying to pull back some of his usual demeanor. It was no use‒ Michael knew him too well, and just smiled knowingly at him before looking away shyly. "I‒ I have been wanting to ask if we could get a cat for a while, but I wasn't sure if you'd want one too…"

"I think she'll be a good fit," Gerry assured him. Caring for a cat was a big responsibility, but one that he was willing to take on in their lives. A fluffy little cherry on top of their relationship. They could use a piece of normalcy like her, something to remind them that there was a world outside of the supernatural bullshit, and that not everything was terrible. A reminder that sometimes things could be soft, and lovely, and capable of purring with happiness. 

Michael beamed at him, gently hugging the cat in his arms, and Gerry knew that he absolutely, positively agreed.

[thelampisaflashlight]

*peeks around the corner and slides you a mug of coffee and a plate of croissants*

Oh Laammppp...Bea and/or Quincy vs the Imps. Thoughts?

💙

Owoughh coffee, thanks~<3

With the imps, Bea treats them similar to, say, a barn cat.

She puts food out for them if she knows some of them are outside, and every so often she wrestles one or two to get some flea and tick medication on them, because there's parts of the grounds where the lawn is deliberately left uncut/undisturbed (for a variety of reasons), and they keep coming to her covered in bugs.

She also takes seeds/burrs off of their fur if they have it, and occasionally she'll let Mountain's imp hang around inside of the cabin if it's particularly nasty out, but the thing is basically the size of a horse, so she usually just sticks it in the woodshed.

She doesn't really view them as creatures with the capacity to develop a human level of intellect, and to be fair most of them never do, but she's always a bit confused when one of the imps demonstrates the ability to do/learn complex tasks, or speak, though she knows most imps are able to perform mimicry, like corvids.

She just thinks they're just clever little animals, and doesn't dwell on the fact that they could turn into something nearly human if they wanted to.

As for Quincy, he, surprisingly, doesn't encounter imps all that often; They're actually banned from the library, because they tend to climb on the shelves and knock over the books/disturb the siblings when they're trying to study.

He has met one or two, but his experience with them is very limited, and the majority of his knowledge about them stems from his interactions with Dewdles, Dew's pet, and because of how he is, Quincy just assumes most imps are like... cats or small dogs.

Dewdles is a pretty strong example of an imp that will likely never develop into anything else, as he is quite happy being carried around and treated like a pet.

What really confuses Quincy, though, is Aeon and Aurora, because those two started as imps that the ghouls summoned, and then became, well, Aeon and Aurora.

He's not quite sure how the whole evolutionary line of ghouls and imps and all of that works, and to be honest he isn't sure he wants to know.

Quincy has met kits before and made the mistake of treating them like an imp, and that really confused the hell out of him, because why do they look the same if they're not the same creature??

The answer is camouflage.

Kits are often left in imp dens because the imps will protect them like their own, and the whole safety in numbers thing is important in the pit.

However, most surface dwelling ghouls don't practice this anymore, since there's more available resources to keep their kits safe, and, really, the baby buggy should have been a strong indicator that it was a kit, and not an imp.

...Although, truthfully, it can be very hard to tell when Dew carries Dewdles around like this sometimes:

He's learning though.

Among ghouls, Bea's relationship with the imps/caretaking habits towards them is more in line with how they treat them in the pit, and the imps and Bea seem to have an understanding of one another.

[emo-toaster]

Okay, since chapter 6 of my beauty and the Beast fic isn't out yet, I wanna make it up to you!

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No warnings. Just fluff Headcanons

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Gyutaro - Dating Headcanons ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

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╰┈➤ It takes him quite a while to get used to the new relationship dynamics you have. He's overthinking a lot and doesn't know what to do at first. Trust me tho, when he gets the hang of it, finally, he'll be the sweetest boyfriend he can be. He'll sure try!

╰┈➤ Gyutaro will take anyone who shows him genuine affection and care. Male, Female, Non-binary, it doesn't matter. He's simply happy to have you.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro is usually the big spoon, occasionally he'll be the little spoon, it makes him feel better. Like he doesn't have to be the one to deal with every problem all the time, finally rest and be vulnerable.

╰┈➤ If you have long hair, he'll brush it and braid it. He used to do the same thing for Daki back when they were human, and it brings him comfort. He'll be over the moon if you do the same for him. Gyutaro is pretty touch-starved, so when your fingers go through his hair, brushing it, braiding... he'll melt.

╰┈➤ He isn't fond of mirrors. Even though he learned to be proud of his ugliness at some point, he's like that only with other people around. When he's alone, he truly hates his appearance. He'll often doubt himself, wondering if he even deserves you and all the good things that happened to him so far. Gyutaro will then claw at himself, muttering insults and curses directed at himself, well, at least until you find him and get him busy with cuddling with you instead. He'll need a lot of comfort and reassurance from you, but eventually he'll feel better.

╰┈➤ Expect a lot of random gifts from him. Pretty rocks, flowers, hairpins, sweets or anything he'll find good enough will go straight into your hands. Gyutaro will make sure that everything he brings makes you happy, so overtime he's gonna bring more and more stuff that you may like and find useful. Favourite sweets, accessories that go well with your favourite pieces of clothing, random trinkets in your favourite colour. Gyutaro will make sure to pay attention to your preferences.

╰┈➤ There will be a lot of learning, that's for sure. Gyutaro grew up poor and unlike his sister he didn't get great education afterwards. He can read and write alright, but his handwriting is pretty wonky and looks like chicken scratch, he makes hiragana and katakana characters look complicated or unrecognisable— he'll need help with reading too, he can read kanji of course, but it takes him a good minute or two to remember it's meaning.

╰┈➤ Since Gyutaro and his sister reside in the entertainment district of Yoshiwara, your dear demon boyfriend will make sure that no-one bothers you, and if they do...well, he'll take care of them alright. He's very protective of you and his sister, so anyone who messes with you or her will get the same treatment.

╰┈➤ It took a while for Daki to finally accept you. She wasn't very fond of you at the begging, but she grew to tolerate you. She doesn't see you as an equal tho, but she doesn't see any human as such, so it's nothing to worry about. Daki is acting pretty nice around you actually, putting on the sweet facade she also uses in the presence of Kyogoku House's owner. She'll keep all the nasty things she has to say to herself. At the bottom of her heart she is happy that her brother found someone for himself, and she doesn't necessarily want to ruin it.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro will ask you to become a demon. Once in a while he'll bring it up in a conversation, asking if you'd want that. If you refuse, he'll just ask you another time, but if you agree, he'll be more happy to give you his blood so you can join him and his sister.

╰┈➤ He probably doesn't have fleas anymore! Probably.

╰┈➤ It's very surprising, but from time to time Gyutaro tries to show off, prove that's he's good enough for you. He knows he isn't handsome, so if he's not gonna be the good-looking boyfriend, he'll be the strong one. Gyutaro will show off his strength a lot, at some point he'll also want to teach you about fighting with his sickles if you're willing to try. Gyutaro enjoys fighting, it's the first thing he was actually good at, so doing something related to it with you will bring him a lot of joy.

╰┈➤ He's pretty shy if it comes to kissing, but he'll try to be more confident for you. Just be patient with him, he still has so much to learn.

╰┈➤ It's not a surprise, but you're actually his first partner. Back when he was human people wouldn't go near him if possible, after he became a Demon people were even more terrified of him, so it's truly a miracle that he has you with him now.

╰┈➤ If you have a bit of a tummy, then there's nothing to worry about! Gyutaro will be very happy about that, after all it means that you're eating well and you don't go to sleep with an empty stomach. It makes him glad, knowing that you don't have to worry about the same hunger he felt so many times as a human. Besides, he'll love to lay his head on your stomach during your cuddling sessions.

╰┈➤ If you like painting your nails, he'll do it with you. Gyutaro has naturally dark nails ever since he became a demon, so if you like having black nail polish on, it will make him feel great. After all, you two now match! Any other colour will be fine too, but he's still more comfortable with darker shades.

╰┈➤ Well, Gyutaro never had the greatest hygiene, but for you'll he'll try his best. He likes when you take care of it tho, he can then do the same for you afterwards and it brings him comfort.

╰┈➤ he likes listening to your talking. You can yap about anything to him for hours and he'll just sit there with a dumb grin on his face, happy to learn more about your interest or the topics you like.

╰┈➤ Gyutaro doesn't have to sleep since he's a Demon, but from time to time he'll happily take a nap with you, and he'll definitely enjoy it.

╰┈➤ Once, when there was a spider in the room and you asked him to take care of it... he ate the damn spider. After that you begged him to never do that again, and now he just throws them out or kills with one of his sickles.

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[shadowmaat]

What Tooka?

Corrie Week, Day 2: There's Not a Tooka

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As a medic, Nudge was well acquainted with the kinds of stupid shit his sibs got into. Especially the ones relating to injuries. He was also far too familiar with how bad many of them were at lying about those injuries.

"Your buckle," he repeated, giving his latest patient a flat look.

"Yeah! I know! So clumsy, right? But that's in my name!" Murphy gave him a nervous grin, looking anywhere but at Nudge.

His face was scratched. So were his arms. And hands. Three parallel lines for each scratch. Plus a half-moon of points circling the base of his thumb, consistent with a bite. Or, as Murphy would have him believe, an armor buckle.

At least Murphy was up-to-date on all his shots, so rabies shouldn't be a concern, but a booster might not be a bad idea. He told Murphy all the gruesome details of the virus as he disinfected the (admittedly very minor) injuries, patched them, and gave him a shot. It was probably overkill, but Nudge was one who liked to err on the side of caution.

The crime scene tech looked considerably paler by the time Nudge was done with him, but thanked him profusely and headed out the door.

"Oh, and Murph?"

Murphy froze, hand on the door, and turned back to look at him.

"Bring me the tooka."

Murphy blanched. "What tooka? It was a buckle! Like I said, I'm just-"

"Bring it in. I need to give it a checkup and make sure it's healthy and not carrying any diseases."

"But-"

"End of day, Murph." Nudge flicked his hand in dismissal.

Shoulders slumped, Murphy left with a muttered "yessir."

-

Credit to Murphy, he was back in the clinic before Nudge's shift ended. He had a young and highly vocal tooka stuffed in the helmet he was carrying under his arm. He also had several new scratches and a plethora of excuses and explanations, most of which Nudge ignored.

The tooka, when fully revealed, turned out to be a rich maroon color with black marbling. That might have been what drew Murphy to it.

"He's usually a lot nicer," Murphy said. "He's just scared of doctors."

Nudge did not roll his eyes, but it was a near thing. He wrapped a blanket around the angry tooka and began his exam, asking Murphy questions as he went.

The tooka's name was, naturally, Corrie, and Murphy had found it at the scene of a stabbing, hiding under the dumpster where the body was found.

"You've been feeding her what?" Nudge turned to glare at Murphy, who looked confused.

"Rations? I mean, they're good enough for us, right? So they should be good for him. Wait. Her? Are you sure?"

Nudge's glare intensified. On the table, Corrie hissed.

"Right. Sorry. Of course you'd know." Murphy ducked his head.

"If you'd read the Galactipedia entry on them you'd know a tooka's dietary needs do not match those of a baseline human, never mind a clone," Nudge said. He himself had downloaded several manuals on tooka biology and care. "She's doing better now that she isn't eating literal garbage off the street, but some changes will need to be made."

"So I can keep him? I mean, her? You won't tell the Commanders?"

The shining hope in Murphy's face made Nudge feel a little guilty. But only a little.

"I won't tell the Commanders," he said, leading off with the good news. "But you can't keep her. You know the regs as well as I do," he added before Murphy could object.

"She's malnourished, covered in fleas, and has some intestinal parasites that will require medicine to get rid of them."

Murphy grimaced. And scratched his neck.

"I'm going to give her a bath, feed her a can of tooka food, and get her started on treatment for the parasites." He looked Murphy up and down. "I suggest you go fumigate your own bunk and consider taking a long shower. Or even a bath of your own."

"But what'll happen to Corrie?" He stepped closer, earning a warning growl from the tooka in question.

"Don't worry," Nudge said. "She'll be safe in my hands." He scritched her behind one massive ear and she leaned into it, letting out a rusty purr.

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"Lieutenant Nudge, do I want to know why there's a tooka in the infirmary?"

Nudge made a show of looking around before facing Commander Thorn. He arched a brow.

"What tooka?"

On the bed beside him Wires huffed a laugh, which turned into a cough, which turned into a groan as his bruised ribs protested.

The tooka on his chest shifted her weight, stretched out a paw to press against his mouth, and went back to sleep.

Thorn rolled his eyes. "The tooka currently assaulting our best slicer."

Nudge glanced aside.

"That isn't a tooka, that's Trooper Buckle. She was brought in as a specialist in emotional therapy."

Thorn opened his mouth and closed it again without saying anything.

Wires gently moved Buckle's paw and spoke up.

"It's true, sir! I feel much better having her around. I think I'm even healing faster with her help. Maybe she's a Jedi!"

Thorn rubbed his face and turned to leave.

"Whatever. You're the one who gets to explain it to Fox."

[mysticshadows13]

Gwyndala, Progeny to The Diviner, Vau N’akat, crew member of The Protostar, smart badass, was not a touchy feely person or a hugger.

She knows what a hug is, of course. When another being encircles their arms around you and squeezes. The others claim it is comforting. She does not believe that. Being squeezed does not sound comforting. It sounds painful.

When they were on that thorny planet, Larry the Murder Planet, the fake had offered her a hug. It's how she knew he was fake, because her Father doesn't hug. If she did well enough, pleased him enough, she'd get a pat on the shoulder. (She doesn't remember it happening.)

The first time Zero places a hand on her shoulder, Gwyn fights the instinct to freeze (she hadn't done anything good for a pat, and while she had betrayed and almost stranded them, she doesn't think this'll lead to a lecture or punishment: the others don't seem to touch while lecturing.)

Zeros’ hand is strangely warm for a robot hand, and the pressure feels nice and Gwyn ignores what Zero is saying as she tries not to lean into the hand. She's not entirely sure Zero knows they're doing it, since they have so much trouble with their hands already.

Jankom is the next to lay a hand on her, and Gwyn is surprised as he pats her twice (she didn't do anything special, not to warrant the praise.) Except he speaks comfort, not praise, and she is confused.

His hand is a hard weight, heavy, and yet still comforting as well. The pressure is almost too much, and she leans into it as much as she can without being obvious about it.

She pets Murf, who's slime somehow gets everywhere on her and she swears.

The first time Rok hugs her, Gwyn stills her hands. She wants to attack, but it is Rok, who can't hurt a Bazarian Flea, who can't bear the thought of her friends being hurt. (Gwyn…thinks they're friends, but she doesn't have many referendums…. references. She doesn't consider Rok a Dreadnok, so probably they're friends?)

She thought a hug would be painful, crushing. Rok traps her arms, squeezes, but it is not crushing, it is warm and comfortable and Gwyn leans in as much as she can.

Gwyndala, Progeny to The Diviner, Vau N’akat, crew member of The Protostar, smart badass, is not used to offering touch, yet she knows to receipt…reciprocate the touches she has been given.

She lays a hand on Dals’ shoulder after Nandi betrays him, hoping it offers the same comfort Jankom gave her. She's unsure if it was correct, but Dal didn't push her away, so she thinks it helped.

After the temporal mess, where she was alone and she didn't make it, all Gwyn could think about was Rok and how she was all alone when she really shouldn't be alone because she's a people person and Gwyn makes a promise to herself that she'll hug Rok hard as she can.

Rok is right there. And Gwyn runs up to her and hugs her, (she really needs one) and Rok wraps her arms around Gwyn and squeezes, and Gwyn realizes exactly how comforting the hug is. And she makes a vow to keep doing it.

She pets Murf again. A horrible idea still.

Hugging Jankom feels wrong but she still wants to acknowledge the friendship with him. After helping him fix the engine once, she ruffles his hair on her way out.

She says goodbye the same way on Tars Lamora.

After they save everyone on Tars Lamora, and everything else that happens, Gwyn promises that she's going to keep hugging every one of her friends because they need it.

After meeting the Borg, and almost losing Zero, Gwyn hugs them. It's a soft hug. They can escape if they want but one she knows they need.

Gwyn starts taking every opportunity to hug her friends.

Gwyndala, Progeny to The Diviner, Vau N’akat, crew member of The Protostar, smart badass, has become a hugger.

[lilacella]

I've got 99 problems, would you like to be one?

Ao3

Chapter 7: Epilogue

Previous

"Sirius!" Remus rushed upstairs to the study, where Sirius was tinkering on his attempt on a magical hand mixer, which so far seemed to be more of a volatile near range weapon than a kitchen utensil ("It's actually a feature, if you think about it!"). He turned around to Remus with a concerned frown.

"What's wrong?"

"Olivia!" Remus panted.

"What's with her?"

"She left!"

"Well, she said she would. She wanted to go play Quidditch with Harry and I allowed it. Did you have an issue with it?"

"No, but I do have an issue with how she is getting there!"

Sirius raised a puzzled eyebrow.

"She took your stupid bike!"

Sirius' frown turned into a grin. "Oh."

"Not Oh! Stop smiling! She could fall from the sky!"

"She won't."

"She is just a kid!"

"She is fifteen, Remus." Sirius got up and put his hands on Remus' shoulders. "And she flies perfectly fine."

"On a broom, yes. This is a motorcycle!"

Sirius shrugged. "Not much of a difference, really."

Remus took a deep breath to calm his anger. Yelling at Sirius (or Olivia) seemed to have an adverse effect, this much he had learned in the past 10 years of living with theses lunatics - and Remus did not even like to yell. But right now he was close to it.

"Oh no, absolutely no difference at all! And besides that, I also wouldn't let her fly eighteen miles to the Potters on a broom! How did she even get to the bike? You shound have guarded it better!"

"How would I do that? It's not like child locks still work on her?"

"Don't pretend like you couldn't have figured out a spell!"

"Remus, relax. She'll be alright! I'll go pick her up later so she doesn't fly back."

"No, you will not pick her up later! Go after her now!"

Sirius raised his hands defensively, as Remus shooed him downstairs.

"Okay, okay, no need to freak out like this."

To Remus great horror, Sirius also seemed to have no intention of using a broom, like a bloody normal person. Instead he walked out to the backyard and unleashed Buckbeak, their foster hippogriff.

Remus let out a resigned groan. "Really? You going after your daughter on a giant bird-horse?"

"He needs some exercise, barely gets out of the yard. That's no life for a hippogriff!" Sirius patted the ginormous beak of the creature and it shrieked in appreciation,  nuzzling Sirius' head with its own.

Remus dragged his palm over his face. "I want a divorce."

Sirius threw him a look over his shoulder but didn't say anything, before he mounted Buckbeak.

"See you at the Potters then?"

Remus nodded. "I'll take the floo."

Sirius nodded as well, clicked his tounge at Buckbeak and they took off.

Their next door neighbours peered after him disapprovingly. Remus gave them an apologetic smile.

A quiet life. That's what Remus had always wanted. A nice little cottage in the cotswolds, with a cozy reading nook, shelves filled to the brim with all the books and various knicknacks Remus liked to collect on his trips to the flea market. A house with a flower garden to spend sunny afternoons and a comfortable cellar to spend the full moons - even a large dog that somehow managed to keep both his and Olivia's wolves in check. He really had gotten it all.

Except for the quiet part.

He pulled the front door shut after him and sighed. He couldn't really complain - although he often did. Sirius and Olivia - and recently the hippogriff, Sirius had insisted on rescuing from a Magical Creatures show - certainly were the main factors for chaos in his life. But also the main factors for happiness.

This house wouldn't even resemble a home without them and eventhough he probably would never admit it, he even liked the chaos a bit. Life would be awfully dull without it.

When Remus stepped out of the Potter's fireplace, Lily was lounging on the couch engrossed in a book. She threw him a surprised look.

"Remus, hi! I thought Olivia was coming over alone?"

Remus huffed.

"She would have, if she hadn't stolen Sirius' bike to get here."

Lily rolled her eyes, but smiled.

"Sirius is really rubbing off on her."

"I think she was always like this...That's why they get along so well. Mind if I wait here until she arrives? Sirius is trying to catch her in air..."

Lily nodded and patted the couch invitingly. Remus slumped down next to her.

"So, how is it going with the other kids?"

"It's going well. I still don't think I should be the one in charge there though..." Remus chuckled.

"You've been doing just fine for the past eight years."

Eight years since AWERE had put him in charge of the shelter project for lycanthropic minors. Remus didn't like to call it a shelter though. It was supposed to be a home. Or at least the closest thing they could provide to it. But eight years, really? God, he was getting old.

"Has it been that long already, huh?"

"It has."

Remus shook his head with a smile.

"Well, we finally made some progress regarding the schooling thing. Hogwarts still refuses to take responsibility for all of them and I can hardly blame Dumbledore for it... If something went wrong and a whole pack of wolves were unleashed on the school grounds... I don't want to be the one that explains that to the ministry..."

Lily nodded thoughtfully. "So you are sticking with the inhouse tutoring then?"

"Yes, it works great for Olivia and I think it's a good way to..." Remus was interrupted by roaring motor noises mixed with stomping hooves. He took a deep breath and got up. "I'll go greet them."

Lily chuckled.

As Remus approached the frontdoor he could hear Sirius' voice from outside.

"You can't just take off like that! What if you fell?"

"Why would I fall, I can fly!"

"This is a bike, not a broom. That's different!"

Remus suppressed a smile.

He heard Olivia groan.

"Dad, I am old enough!"

"You are fifteen!"

"Yeah, so what?" He could practically hear her crossing her arms. "You ran away when you were sixteen!"

"Exactly. Sixteen! So you better behave for at least another year!"

Remus pulled the door open. "There you are. Had a safe flight?," he asked, barely able to hide a smirk. It was always like this. When Sirius talked to him, he always pretended to be relaxed and cool, but deep down he was worried just as bad as Remus, anytime Olivia pulled one of her little stunts.

"I would have, if he hadn't attacked me with a bird, mid-flight!" Olivia pointed accusingly at Sirius who just snorted.

"I didn't attack you! And Buckbeak isn't a bird."

Buckbeak cawed loudly and scratched up the lawn in the Potter's frontyard.

Remus shook his head.

"You can't just take off like this. You should have at least asked."

"You would have said no, anyways."

"You don't know that."

"Livie! Dad, Livie is here! Can we play now?"

Harry appeared at the top of the stairs behind Remus and bounded towards them without waiting for an answer.

Olivia pushed past Remus. "I'll go play. See you."

"Hey!"

Sirius sighed and put a hand on Remus' arm. "Just let her."

They decided to stay a little, partly to make it clear to Olivia that the discussion was far from over, but mainly to catch up with James and Lily, though James was pretty busy playing Quidditch with the kids. So Remus and Sirius were sharing the garden bench with Lily while the other three rushed through the air. Harry was a quite talented player, though he was no match for Olivia. Not yet anyways. He was only eight after all. Really, how time passed...

"We can't let this happen again. Olivia taking off with your bike, I mean."

Sirius shrugged, but looked a little contrite.

"Maybe I can put a charm on the engine so it doesn't turn on when it recognises her..."

"Maybe we could get her her own bike. So she won't take yours."

Sirius and Lily both turned to Remus, aghast.

"When she turns sixteen. Would be a nice birthday present...Don't you think you could do that?" He gave Sirius his sweetest smile, enjoying the confusion on his face.

"You want me to build her a bike?"

"Yes."

"A flying one?"

"Yes."

"Are you unwell?" Sirius put a hand on Remus' forehead.

Remus swatted it away.

"I can be the cool parent if I want to."

Sirius crossed his arms.

"All of a sudden huh? I thought my bike was a safety hazard! A murderous machine! A dangerous vehicle, unfit to transport a child..."

"It is! But you can hardly call her a child anymore. She is a teenager. That's different."

"Oh is it now?"

Lily sighed. "Can't you two stop bickering?"

"No," said Sirius.

"It means we love each other," said Remus.

Lily rolled her eyes. "I'm getting a snack, do you guys want anything?"

They shook their heads, knowing full well they would get something regardless. Lily never let anyone leave the house hungry.

When she vanished through the terrace door, Remus dropped his head on Sirius' shoulder.

"You know I don't actually want a divorce, right?"

"I hope so. It would break my heart if you did."

"As if I'd ever let you get away..." Remus laced their fingers together.

Sirius nuzzled his head.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The day passed in a sunny blur of Harry's and Olivia's cheers and laughter, endless banter and snacks.

They had dinner together and then Lily took the happily exhausted Harry upstairs to bed.

Remus figured that it was time for them to leave as well, but Olivia had started watching some show on the Potter's muggle TV and refused to get up until it had finished.

"It's just starting to get exciting," she complained. "Can't you just leave without me? I don't know why you stuck around here all day anyways!"

"Because you apparently need constant supervision!"

Olivia groaned. "You are so embarrassing! I'm not a kid anymore. I can get myself home." Suddenly her annoyed pout turned to a mischievous smirk. "You can just leave me the bike."

"Out of the question," Sirius turned up next to Remus and shrugged on his leather jacket. Olivia's face fell.

"But I want to keep watching! You are already talking over it, I'm missing everything!"

Remus huffed. Sirius wrapped an arm around his waist and pressed a kiss on his temple.

"I'll tell James to make sure she takes the floo home. Let's just go. Maybe we could have some tea in peace for once..."

Remus smiled. "Would be a first."

"We won't take the bike," he said as they stepped outside. "I refuse to ride this murderous machine."

Sirius laughed and shrugged.

"Sure, if you prefer to ride Buckbeak, I'll take the bike..."

"No!" Remus decidedly sat on the pillion seat. "Bike sounds great."

Sirius grinned and climbed on in front of him, before signalling Buckbeak to follow the bike.

He turned around to Remus as he started the motor.

"You know, you could have just apparated and let me fly on my own..."

"Where would be the fun in that," Remus replied and wrapped his arms tightly around Sirius' waist, leaning his chin on his shoulder.

Sirius snorted a laugh and slapped his thigh, before they took off, racing towards the sunset, Buckbeak soaring behind them.

As it had turned out, Sirius had some things to offer after all...

[wings-dings-and-iggyfings]

This is tangentially related to The Wingfeather Saga so may I introduce to you-

THE WINGFEATHER KITTENS (aka the baby Bengals I rescued off the streets)

Kalmar!

Maraly!

And Leeli!

They are all beautiful, sweet little babies about 5 months old.

Kalmar is a little lovebug and an absolute dork. He loves to cuddle and wants nothing more than the love of every human and cat he meets. Unfortunately his sisters are hormonal and hiss at him a lot, which makes him sad and confused. But he keeps trying! He loves them a lot <3 (he gets tons of love and attention from me and my parents, don't worry) He likes to talk to himself.

Maraly is a little SPITFIRE. She is lovable to humans but temperamental around her siblings and other cats. She wants attention CONSTANTLY and if she sees you petting or holding her siblings she gets jealous and comes over to ask for attention as well and maybe hiss at her brother/sister. But oh my goodness is she sweet to people! She gave me kisses today! We're hoping that once we get her spayed (we have to wait a few months, the girls are very thin from being on the streets) she'll mellow a bit.

Leeli is very observant and thoughtful. She was the original Bengal kitten who started all this and the last one I caught (a week ago)! I'll just say it, she's my favorite. I love them all, but she's my favorite. I had to go through so much to save her and I feel connected to her because of it. She's still a bit shy, but getting better every day! She's been getting friendlier as she starts to feel safe here. And she has the sweetest little meow. She loves to be stroked while she's laying sleepily on "her" chair.

All three live on our screened front porch at the moment while we get them healthy and flea-free. They sleep in separate pens but we let them out while we're around during the day so they can wander the porch and lounge places (Kalmar is the only one who seems to know how to play ;-;). They are all so sweet and loving, not to mention GORGEOUS. Truly they are jewels, and I don't know who was foolish enough to abandon them, but that's their loss. They're my babies now and I love them. <3

[ectoplasmjelly]

Gachi Oc

Rynet my baby

I don't have a last name for her yet

Have some random hcs while I act like I didn't drop of the face of the earth for a month

Rynet literally cannot be left unattended in thrift stores or flea markets. Zanka and Rynet have a side arc where an event comes around town that's basically a huge annual flea market and is amazing for Rynet because she can find all sorts of fabric and materials for cheap. She gets carried away and easily excited about it though and might get scammed or kidnapped since she's so distracted, so she has to be supervised during the event, lol. She takes Zanka because he's rich and also will bail her out if she gets into deep shit

Rynet takes pretty good care of her hair and likes experimenting with styles, but doesn't let Riyou mess with it just to spite her

Rynet gives Ghibli style hugs. Just straight up tackles people.

Her tongue is forked for backstory reasons but half of the Cleaners don't actually know that

Rynet is particular about sweets but would murder for anything strawberry flavored. Enjoys cold desserts but doesn't like biting into them because her teef are sensitive

She bites as a form of affection. It's light and barely leaves an imprint, she just does it as a nonverbal 'ily :>'

Rynet enjoys sharing food with someone but also dislikes eating in front of people

When Zanka gets badly hurt, Rynet blames herself for not being there for him when he was there for her (At the time of the mission she was still recovering from her main story arc- she had lots and lots of broken bones and torn tissue. She also kept ripping her stitches by moving when she wasn't supposed to and not giving herself proper rest. Girly cannot sit still, she was itchin' to get back to it) and so she doesn't visit him at first out of guilt. She ends up missing him too bad and feeling so bad about it that she visits him at night (past visiting hours so she technically breaks in) and she apologizes for not being there (while he's asleep, she can't face him while he's awake). She also had overheard Rudo talking about the artificial flowers, and she ended up making fabric flowers for him out of scrap fabric. She talks a bit about how rare it is for her to open up and how she feels like she needs to get stronger so she can be the one to bail him out. She reaches for his hand but decides against it since she doesn't wanna touch him while he's asleep and heads for the window to leave. Her one leg is over the sill when she hears something.

"Where are you goin'?"

Rynet falls out the fucking window.

She's okay!! She caught herself with one of her needles from her jinki and Zanka helped pull her back up.

"You rich prick!! You didn't say anything- how long were you awake for?!" She practically hisses at him, hitting his shoulder as she gets him back to his bed.

"Calm down, quiet, I heard ya-" He gets back in bed and Rynet sits next to him, leaning her head against the wall as she plays with his hand. She's evidently still annoyed with him but willing to let it go.

Zanka talks a bit about how she doesn't to worry about him and Rynet in a moment of honesty tells him that if he's gonna pull risky shit that she's going to have to worry. She clears her throat and adds on that she'll get tired of mending his clothes if he keeps fucking them up.

Zanka goes quiet. He notices the small delicate bones of her hand and the little ring of thread around her middle finger. He absentmindedly slides it off and tries to fit it on his own finger, but he only gets it down to the second knuckle. Rynet snorts and takes the ring back, putting it back on. She playfully blows the hair out of his face to see his nose scrunch. He scowls at her and she sticks her forked tongue out at him.

After a while, both of them have nodded off, with Rynet going first. She had been working overtime even more than usual since she was backed up after being on bedrest. Zanka followed shortly after.

(If phones or cameras exist, Enjin def took a picture.)

Any, that's off of the top of my dome

I realized that I can just ramble about whatever I want and no one can stop me so expect more of these :>

[freezegirl]

👫 for kie and flea

headcanon time // @hellbleided

descendants verse:

1: kie is born and raised in auradon with parents who are very pro-keeping the barrier up. luckily her parents (both retired heroes) aren't home as much, they travel all around auradon for work. dad is currently in arendelle for his movie franchise (he plays the titular character 'darkstar') and mom is in agrabah for her reality tv show (the fabulous lives of superhero wives which is broadcast in auradon as well as on the isle; kie has actually been in a few episodes and flea is definitely allowed to tease her about it - it's encouraged, even). she mostly spends her time with her friends, training, skating and sculpting and trying to figure out which charities to donate money to, to help the isle - she and layla have spreadsheets and everything.

2: their meet cute definitely happens because her half brother zach is a doofus. "yo, kie, let's explore the isle!" he says. and because she doesn't want him to get murdered, kie comes along. and lo and behold: they end up a) lost and b) at flea's hiding place and kie has to work her ass off in order to get him to help them go home again (and whether or not he helps out could go either way).

3: kie goes back to talk to flea without zach present multiple times. because, well, flea is cute. he's easy on the eyes. he's a good conversationalist. but every time she's with him, she can kind of feel her iron-clad control unravelling. she hungers. she wants. and kie is the type of person to keep all of that under wraps because she doesn't want to hurt anyone ever again. so maybe she doesn't show up again for a few days and when she does, she has to explain it all to him: her mom's pregnancy, the fact that she sent the first boy she ever kissed to the e.r. with hypothermia, the way she takes people's body heat when she touches them.

4: her parents find out and they forbid to see him but she ignores them and seeks flea out anyway because she's drawn to him.

sky high / sky u verse:

1: i can't see flea sticking around sky high or sky u so he'd probably be one of the drop outs too, right? maybe he's there when kie comes to talk to harry, except she doesn't see him or meet him until such a time she comes back again.

2: she keeps coming back. at first, it's because she's here for noelani and the body heat thing. then it's because she's kinda distressed about the fact that she doesn't fear harry; she's pretty intimidated at first and rightly so but there is this undercurrent of trust and ease and understanding. at least, from her side. because he's clocked her for who she is and she's done the same. and is that his power? to make people see him? to make people trust him? she doesn't understand why she feels as though she could put her freezing heart on his palm and leave it there (and that kinda pisses her off) because she's very aware that harry can hurt her; she's very aware that he can be quite volatile. afterwards, it becomes very clear, very quickly that she keeps coming back for flea (even though he's got a serious case of apathy and sarcasm going on - kie knows a thing or two about hiding). she's insanely curious as to what his powers are and what his story is and she's willing to trade off: she'll tell hers if he tells his.

3: i think being around flea and flea's community would be good for kie. she grew up so lonely and so afraid of her abilities, i think they could help her step into her power. i think she and flea, especially, could help each other grow.

4: kie being forced to confront her own desires and coming to terms with the fact that she's not a bad person because she wants things and/or people because of flea and flea's abilities? i think yes.

[ideks-on-mars]

MAKE HEADCANONS ABOUT THEM ADOPTING A DOG AND OR CAT <3 <3

AHEJSKWKW YES ANIMALS

REONSEMISHIRA FT. THEIR PETS HCS LET'S GO!!!

- They've wanted pets for a while tbh 🤭

- And they get one! Granted it was unexpected but you know, whatever

- It all happens when Semi comes home, soaked in rain and talking to his...jacket?

- "Eita, you're going to catch a cold! And why are you talking to your jacket?"

- Shirabu enters the room at this

- "Talking to your jacket? Have you finally tipped over the edge?"

- Semi shot them both glare before bringing out a small kitten out from under his jacket

- "Oh..."

- Thus their pet adventures began

- "Look! Isn't it cute!?" "Stop yelling Eita, you'll scare it!"

- It's a cute little fluffy tortoiseshell cat 😪, he's the cutest little thing in the world.

- Operation take care of newfound kitten is a go

- Semi goes to take a shower so he doesn't get sick, Reon heads up to the pet store, Shirabu has the baby

- Shirabu just lifts the cat up to eye level and looks at him

- The cat's so small he can fit in only one of his hands 😪 he uses both tho cuz he doesn't want baby kitten to fall

- He gets a towel and tries to keep the cat warm as possible, the poor thing is already scared 😭

- Reon gets back, they give kitten a flea bath. Everything is all fine because Reon got all the stuff for sweet kitty cat 🤭

- They name the cat Box. Cuz Semi claims to have found him in a box.

- Box supremacy.

- ANYWAY

- They have box for a whole 7 months before they feel like he gets lonely :(

- He needs a little friend, THEY GET HIM ONE

- THEY GET A DOGGY

- It's a black and white Lapponian herder. He's 2 months old when they get him 😙

- His name is Dude because the whole time where they didn't know what to call him they all just called him 'Dude' now that's all he answers to

- Box hates Dude at first but now they're friends

- They're both kinda goofy 💀 so they kinda just get into trouble together

- THEY DON'T GET ANOTHER PET TILL ABOUT A YEAR LATER

- It's a pitbull! :D I love pitbulls sm they're so precious

- The pit is a girl and she was about one and a half when they got her 😙

- HER NAME IS ANGEL AND SHE ABSOLUTELY IS ONE 🤧

- She deserves the world. Omg I love animals.

- They only get ONE MORE I SWEAR

- They get a German Shepherd 😭

- He was a retired police dog due to an injury that lead to him having to retire. He's still fairly young but they didn't want to risk him getting worse and dying on patrol

- Shirabu INSISTED on this one. He loves German Shepherds and he has a soft spot for retired animals 😭

- His name is Slade 🤧

- Very well behaved dog (obviously), he's very protective of his owners (and his siblings)

- NOW ON TO THE ACTUAL HCS 😭

- Dude and Box are definitely the most energetic. They're all over the place

- Semi's the one who slips them the most food. Shirabu and Reon always wonder why they look at them all cute as soon as they step into the kitchen 😭

- Reon carries the pets around like babies, ALL OF THEM

- Slade favors Shirabu over anyone else. He'll just sit in front of or beside Shirabu and guard him

- Box lays himself on top of the dogs, especially Dude

- Angel sits by the front door while ReonSemiShira are all gone. She waits for them 😪

- Angel and Slade go on runs with them. Dude would rather just go and run around at a dog park. Then there's Box who's just a home body

- Angel lays her head on her owners' shoulders 😭 she'll sit beside them and just lay her head on there

- Dude gets SO excited when they come home. He does a few little circles before just looking up at them, expecting them to pet him (which they do)

- Box probably climbs up them by their clothes 😭

- When Box was a baby Semi used to let him sit on his shoulder like a little parrot. So he claws up Semi to sit on his shoulder 😭

- Angel sleeps under blankets. When she lays in bed with her owners they HAVE to tuck her in 🙄💅

- All in all, there pets really love each other and their owners

- They're ReonSemiShira's babies 💀

[after-witch]

I want to leave

(To True Knot)

notes: kidnapped reader, nongraphic mentions of violence

You remember when such words would have earned you a slap. Or worse--often, worse.

But that was back when saying that you wanted to leave meant you wanted to leave them; when it meant you wanted to go home to your two-story suburban house and your dog Max and your mom and dad who-you-would-never-ever-complain-about-again-you-swear-you-promise-God-please-please-please-as-long-as-you-can-just-go-home.

Now leaving and home have entirely different meanings. Home, for instance, is wherever the True Knot goes. Whether you're tagging along, pawing through open flea market boxes on a swampy Georgian day or you're staring at freshly fallen snow, microwaved hot cocoa in hand, listening to someone tell stories about their somewhere-else childhood over 100 years ago.

More than that, home conjures those little pockets of moments when things are okay, good even; when you're curled up on your bed reading a book and the soft sound of someone's radio is wafting through the propped open RV window; and someone else is cooking steaks on the campground grill and your stomach tingles in anticipation of dinner but you know you'll have enough time to finish a chapter so it's okay to keep reading.

And leaving? Leaving usually means going home.

Which is why Rose and Crow Daddy only give each other a look when you speak, a knowing look that comes with centuries of intimacy, before Crow turns in his seat towards you.

"You don't want to finish the movie, honey?" Crow Daddy says, whispered voice concerned, just as honeyed as his nickname.

You shrug one shoulder and stare at the floor, sticky and dirty with spilled Coke and days-old popcorn.

"It's too sad," you whisper, hoping your voice isn't too tight, too emotional. "M'not in the mood."

Crow glances at Rose, and you wonder if she'll get annoyed and make you stay (or worse, make you leave and be annoyed) but when you get the nerve to look up she just shoves a handful of popcorn in her mouth and grins. Then she's up out of her seat, kicking her half-empty popcorn bucket on the floor, and you and Crow Daddy follow after.

When you're out of the theater, she whirls around, and you've caught her in a great mood because she sighs in her airy way and pulls you along, and Crow Daddy walks faster to keep up.

"Come on, dear. There are far better things to do than sit and watch some rube show. Let's explore this dusty old town, shall we? I'm sure it's full of delicious secrets."

You beam shyly, excited, letting giddiness take over as she laces her fingers in yours and oh how you try to forget how her warm hand has hurt you many, many times over. Her hand is just as warm when she's holding a knife.

[pettyprocrastination]

Do you have a model for Carol York?

Also any headcanons on her? Thanks ☺️

CAROL YORK TIIIIIME

warnings: vauge sex hcs, allusion to violence and I beleive those are all. These are not reader centered, just personal headcanons about her and dave BUT I will happily do some poly content for them just hmu!!

tagging some Dave moots: @thesadvampire @captainsamwlsn @mostly-megan @ficsilike-reblogged @ezrasbirdiealso @wastingthetimeaway

So I hc Carol as a shortened version of her name. Her full name is Carolina.

So I know there is a actress for her already since she was in the movie (albeit shortly)

BUT I never saw the movie in completion and I want to insert a lady crush sO

A big Inspo for Carol personally?

This baddie

My girl jennifer tilly!!

Less tiffany valentine and more domestic babe though

I think carol is a headstrong woman, she and dave both work

She doesn't have to, dave reminds her. He makes both enough for them and the girls to be well taken care of

But when the girls were old enough she wanted to get back to work because being at home all hours of the day made her restless.

She always tries to garden but about 80% of the plants she gets ends up dead in lile a week.

She has no idea how!! She always looks up how much water and sunlight each type needs but they still end up sad and wilting in a week or so

pls don’t take this woman to a flea market she will buy so many little novelty items that she definitely doesn’t need but they're so cute so she does it anyways. 

“do we really need another candle?”

“honey, I’m supporting a small business! It’s good for the economy.”

Is an active member in the school activities her daughters want to do!

Girl scouts? She remembers doing the same thing! She can help them earn all the badges they want

School play? She'll help them memorize lines after dinner sweetie.

Of course she has moments where things get fumbled

Where she forgets to pack a lunch or cant make it to their girlscout meeting and they have to carpool and she feels overwhelmed. 

Dave is always there to comfort her and remind her that shes an amazing wife, an amazing mother, and its okay to forget things sometimes. 

“Do you know how many crazy-sock-days I have forgotten for the girls? Give yourself some slack Carolina. You’re an amazing mother and they know it.”

She knows what Dave does for work, at least to some extent. 

That it’s dangerous, and sometimes requires him to leave abruptly and suddenly for long periods of time. 

He doesn’t like keeping her in the dark so he tells her as much as he can. mostly so she never thinks he’s absent for other reasons, like seeing another woman. 

because Dave York? is a man who kills. He is NOT a man who cheats on his wife. Period. 

Carol knows how to shoot a gun and how to disarm an armed attacker, and always has a Go-bag packed and ready in the closet in case her and the girls need to leave suddenly. 

All courtesy of Dave. 

Personally?I read Dave as the more affectionate of the two. 

He hams up the kisses and cuddles to embarrass the girls in public and to make his wife laugh. She loves it.

It makes her feel like they're newlyweds again. 

“Oh please, everyday I wake up to you it’s like our honeymoon never ended.”

sir you are embarrassing your daughters in the produce aisle of a Publix please stop. 

Is openly bisexual, she has never hidden that about herself from Dave, and dated multiple women before meeting and getting together with her husband. 

here some saucy thots ;)

Switch queen. 

it depends on the mood but she will happily boss Dave around in the bedroom

but also enjoys teasing the living hell out of him until he snaps and pins her down. 

But personally? she’s very giggly during sex. 

she just loves him so much and shes so happy and comfortable that she doesn’t feel ashamed to smile and laugh as he kisses her neck. 

She and Dave have definitely had roleplay sex but have had to pause mid scene cause she keeps giggling and breaking “character”

“no no I can do it this time, I promise! See? i’m serious now.”

“honey, I can see you trying not to laugh.”

due to Dave’s long work trips she is the queen of phone sex

poor bastard will be in the middle of answering emails and then his lovely wife just fills his phone with nudes. 

Not that he’s complaining of course. 

It’s just now he’s stuck at work for the next four hours with a raging hard-on because she’s wearing the pretty purple get-up and she knows that’s his favorite, the little tease.