#then got scared when she got to the top

[jrueships]

im going into my new work tomorrow, first time ever😐

[cranberrymoons]

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[moeblob]

sorry for ocs two days in a row have some babies from an adult's life time ago (aka 2005 I believe? is when I made them?)

[artsycloudysleepy]

Drawing Dump!

oh and meet another OC: lily/iliad (fae/faer, has two names)! fae's the God/Guardian of the Arts in Fabrication (so art, music, writing, dance, and drama). faer design is my fav so far if i'm being honest haha, really like how it came out :D

(nye this is one of the two OCs who i've written with MDD so far! cody also has it - am going to make some human ones too methinks. thanks so much again for the tips!!!)

pppppllllluuuuusssss chara and asriel art i already posted in january but still like enough to promote again now that i uh. actually have followers :3

(also this is TOTALLY targeting a mutual who should really play undertale....................... hint hint hint /silly)

@mylackofgrammaristerrifying @mrrotten @nyenylon hiiiiiiiii hope you guys are having a fun timezone!! what're you guys up to? :)

[many-gay-magpies]

TEEN WOLF SEASON 3B WATCH YIPPEE !!

[sunmisbf]

gifts my mom brought me 🫶

[jadeclaymoresworld]

Jade’s training to be a knight right? No way she would actually be able to just sleep if someone broke into her room, which makes me think, she’s so comfortable around Kit she know’s her presence even in her sleep.

Yes she get’s woken up when Kit literally get’s on top of her and scares her awake, but I think even if my body recognised the other presence in the room, if that person literally got on top of me and held their hand over my mouth, I’d wake up scared too!

[woundedheartwithin]

There’s an influx of city folk out here in the fuckin boonies where I live, and occasionally one of them will think it’s funny to rev their engines to try and scare my goats and/or horses. And just based on principle, I frown on that type of behavior and don’t appreciate it, because hey you’re harassing my animals, but I do concede that it is funny to see them run, because my goats have floppy ears and they fly around everywhere. The funniest part of all of this, tho, is that they’re inevitably disappointed because my goats and horses do not give a single shit about the cars/motorcycles/what have you or their silly little engines, so they just flat ignore them and keep grazing and I sit here on the porch laughing as they just putter off real slow in defeat

They do end up making my dogs start howling but I guess that’s just not as entertaining

[robotpussy]

i fucking hate it when people are like "this is why nobody likes black people" when we're just... being ourselves because it doesn't matter what you do as a black person, non-black people are still going to see black people the way that they do no amount of assimilation is going to change their view of black people

[eternalowl]

I got second place in a state-wide short story contest with something that’s practically an Eternals fanfic and I’m so happy

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

I don’t know what the plans are for the next book but I know in my heart that once Orellia finds a way out of Mortums lab she’s gunna go straight for rat king and probably go to her lair and lick her wounds for a long long time

[saintarmand]

got a jehovah's witness pamphlet from a pretty girl today while i was sitting on a park bench eating a croissant. i didn't know they had pretty girls do that. thinking maybe i should contact them to tell me bible stories just like educationally even tho i dont believe in god and arent interested in starting now. but i would want that specific pretty girl to talk to and they probably wouldn't send her. the croissant wasn't relevant i just wanted you to know i sat on a park bench eating a croissant

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

The funny thing about owning a cat with severe anxiety and (suspected) brain damage is sometimes things that were ok yesterday are now far far far too scary today.

Case in point, yesterday the wet food dish was bringer of Food and Yum, today it's so so so so scary too scary can't go near it please feed me with a different bowl or I'll cry and cry and cry.

[cyrsed]

[friendofthecrows]

Hate hate hate how my wallet looks thick and muggable with cash basically falling out with how full it is but it's just because last time I went to the ATM it inexplicably gave me the entire amount in 5 lira bills???

(For context the average meal is around 50 lira, I was just grabbing an appropriate amount of cash for a few days. Previously that same ATM has given me the amount in a mix of 100 and 50 lira bills, so idk why it decided to make my life harder this time)

[sidras-tak]

Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.

My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldn’t do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.

We couldn’t buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasn’t good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didn’t get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.

We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldn’t sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.

He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insurance— had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.

We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didn’t approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldn’t wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldn’t even get ordered until the day he died.