#where he is

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Over Excited

TW: Pet whump, restraints, carewhumper, pls read below. 

Not even going to lie, this is based on my what I call “Golden Retriever Mode” that sometimes appears when I’m in groups of people for an extended time that almost always ends in a sudden mood crash. I don’t know if this is connected to ADHD but I’m saying this because this very much reads like a whumper taking advantage/controlling/patronizing/whumping a whumpee because of neurodivergent tendencies. I don’t know how else to tag that. 

Mason perused his options again. Neal was busy, his regular place was closed, so his only option to watch his boys was a care center that tended to be his last pick for a very specific reason. 

About fifty percent of the time, it was just too much for Rudy. Maybe the people there or the other pets, perhaps what they did, probably just something in the energy of the place made him crash afterwards. Hard. 

However this time he didn’t have a choice. And when he stopped by to pick them up later, the way Rudy’s eyes darted around from thing to thing told him everything he needed to know. 

Mason sighed. So that’s what they’d be doing tonight. 

“Master!” Rudy spotted him first and bounded up to him, all energy. “You’re back! How was your thing that you went to?” The boy could barely get the question out before a sound caught his attention, twitching his head towards it. He was standing on one foot, toe of his lifted sneaker gently tapping the back of his standing heel. “I don’t know where Clyde is, I saw him earlier but then he went somewhere else and I was talking to Diamond and they said-” 

Mason huffed to himself, amused, and firmly set his hand on the back of Rudy’s neck. “Rudy. Rudy look at me.” 

Well trained as he was, he obeyed immediately. For a brief second, Mason locked eyes with the wider green ones, until they wandered from one eye to another, then down to his chin and back up to his eyes before finding something of more interest behind his right ear. Mason nodded mostly to himself. “Yeah we’ll deal with that later.” 

In a breath, the boy’s whole demeanor dropped. “Deal with what? Did I do something? I did something wrong?” 

Mason shushed him as one of the other trainers walked up, Clyde appearing from somewhere around the same time and stepping behind Mason. They exchanged pleasantries, the worker having nothing but glowing reports on both of the boy’s temperaments and training. From the corner of his eye, Mason could see Clyde wrapping an arm around Rudy’s waist. Rudy for his part, had frozen completely as he stared at Mason, biting his lip. 

This wasn’t the time or place, so Mason ignored him and thanked the worker, directing everyone to the car to get home. 

***

“Rudy, go change into your pj’s,” Mason directed when they got through the front door, hanging his keys on the hall tree and kicking off his shoes. Rudy hadn’t spoken a word the entire drive home. Even now, he simply stared at Mason, hands tucked together close up to his chest. Mason glanced back at him and saw he wasn’t moving. “Now.” 

As he practically ran up the stairs, Mason turned to see Clyde carefully putting their shoes away on the rack by the door. When finished he stood up and turned to look at Mason, clearly thinking something. 

“What if,” he started, “What if you teach me some ways to help him stay calm? So when it gets to be too much I can try to help there, instead of you having to do it later when we get home?” 

Mason found himself smiling. It was so cute that Clyde was trying to help. He really did have the best pets. Yeah most owners were biased but Mason was very sure he had the best ones. 

“That’s very sweet, Bugs,” he said, rubbing one of Clyde’s shoulders. “But that’s not your job. I’m your owner, it’s my job. You don’t need to worry about things like that, you’re just going to stress yourself out. Why don’t you go watch something in your guys’ room?” 

Clyde nodded demurely. “Yes, sir.” On his way up, he passed Rudy coming down. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Rudy, it's okay.” 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did wrong,” Rudy repeated, rubbing one of his eyes. 

“Nothing you can fix, bud,” Mason said casually, pulling out a couple things from his work cabinet in the living room. That was the line that opened the floodgates. 

By the time Mason turned back around, Rudy’s face was buried in his hands, shoulders shaking with soft cries as he stood in the living room in his sleep shirt and pajama pants. 

“Oh Rudy,” Mason said, guiding him towards the couch and pulling him down into his lap. He went naturally, curling up and tucking in his knees.

“I’m sorry, Master. I don’t know, I don’t even know that I’m doing it. I just get excited, when everyone is there-” 

Mason shushed him again, gently this time, guiding his head down into his shoulder. “It’s okay, Honey. I know. It’s just the way you are. That’s why I’m here, to take care of you.” 

“I’m tired,” came a muffled voice, tight with tears. 

“I’m sure you are, bud. You’re okay.” 

They sat on the couch for a bit longer, Rudy’s sobs slowly petering out into soft sniffles. Mason let him, knowing from experience that trying to cut off the emotion would just make it last longer. While this center was usually his last choice, a part of him enjoyed being able to take care of his boys like this. This was the basic allure of pets, after all. Another living thing that relied on you for everything. Being the person they looked up to, that they came back to and wanted to be held by. He was Rudy’s entire world, and in this moment it was blatant for everyone involved. This boy would not survive without him and that feeling was like nothing else in the world. 

When Rudy was mostly calm, Mason carefully supported his neck with one hand and lifted it off his shoulder. Those green eyes no longer darted around, now a bit red and fixed softly right below one of his eyes. The thumbed one of the tear tracks away. 

“There you go, that’s better.” Rudy didn’t respond - very rarely did he talk after one of these episodes. Slowly, Mason helped him back to kneeling on the carpet and went to retrieve the items he had grabbed. One was a thin nylon muzzle, very similar to a sleeping muzzle but covered more of the face. It wasn’t actually restrictive, the pet easily able to open their mouth and make sound while wearing it. It was more for a sense of security; a wordless way to convey to a pet that didn’t want to speak that they were not expected to. Some pets had also reported it was oddly comforting in a way, something about the soft material. 

Rudy passively accepted it, as well as the harness Mason clipped around his sleep shirt. The last item was the arms of the weighted wrap. Just thick fabric that gently kept Rudy’s wrists and hand together nearly tucked under his chin. 

“Alright,” Mason said as he stood, clipping the lead of the harness around his waist. “I’ve got a couple things to work on before dinner.” Rudy simply blinked up at him, eyes still a bit dazed. 

The lead on the harness wasn’t too long, enough room so Rudy was close but not underfoot as Mason did a few things around the house before ending up in his office. He checked on the pet often, reaching down a few times to ruffle his hair. 

After some time, Mason looked down again to where Rudy was leaned against his leg. This time, aware eyes locked eyes with his. 

“Ah, there you are,” he said mostly to himself as he reached down to remove the muzzle. “How are you feeling, Rudy?” 

“Better, thank you, Master,” he said softly. Mason nodded and slowly removed the other restraints. He piled them on his desk. “Go ahead and find Clyde, it’s still a little while until dinner.”

Silently, Rudy stood and padded away and Mason turned back to his laptop. 

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[squigglywindy]

My dad is staying at my apartment and it’s like the universe uno-reversed me I’m just like 🧍‍♂️ How do you host the man who hosted you for 20+ years what do I do with him

[knightofleo]

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[beaft]

a small child came into the café today and asked to buy a chocolate truffle. he tapped a credit card on the reader and it did not go through, mainly because it was not a credit card but in fact a junior cinema pass. i gently explained he couldn't use that to buy things in shops and he looked so gutted that i was like "...but just this once you can have it for free, don't tell my boss though" he said thank you and walked out with his truffle and as he went i heard him chuckling to himself and saying "yes..... yes!!!!!" like the sickos comic

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[kiryuing]

[bwaindamegd]

just a captain bonding with his crewmates

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

this literally happened in the movie

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[anna-scribbles]

so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3

[bruciemilf]

Anyway, thinking about how Bruce’s mom tendencies bleed over around the League.

He pulls out a Barbie pink scrunchie from his endless utility belt.

Oliver is very sure he’s seen it in Spoiler’s blonde mane before. He wordlessly secures Diana’s hair in a ponytail before she jumps into battle.

Barry skins his knee while running, which, considering, is pretty severe. Definitely not the kind of wound you can treat with Gray Ghost bandages.

“I’m NEVER taking this off.”

“Okay, gross?”

“Shut up, Hal, you don’t even wash your suit, you just make a new one every time!”

“I’m allergic to laundry detergent, everybody knows that, BARRY.”

Bruce does not tolerate their fighting for more than 15 minutes at a time. “I will count to 3.”

Hal is quite literally flabbergasted when, after a particularly rough mission, Batman walks over to him and gently places a plate of fruits before him.

“Hal,” in that rain soft voice. “Fruit.”

“…Thanks?”

He just walks off. Like it’s nothing.

“…Did he just do something nice for me? Everybody saw that, right? You’re all witnesses. “

Everyone’s equal parts shocked and equal parts losing their shit. Clark’s eyes are just slightly red.

“I need to take a nap.”

[buzzrds]

here's my wonderful isopod child, handcrafted in leather