#with the cats going together and the dogs going together

[wooyoungbf]

[image id:

three screenshots from the q & a board on leech.com.

first screenshot reads:

"Hi. Do leeched go straight when they die? I got 2 that are like boards? Thanks."

"Yes, sometimes they get flat and sometimes they get bloated. Normally, leeches will hang on the sides of the vessel. If they are at the bottom, this could mean trouble, so you need to inspect your bottom leeches regularly, to see if they are alive.

Regards,

Leech.com"

second screenshot reads:

"My leeches are here! Thank U! They're 2-footing around, deliriously happy! Is one 'with baby'? Its fatter than the others. What kind? What will they look like when they grow up. I never tire of watching their gymnastics. Sabrina Adams Thank U."

"Your leeches are not related to each other. They are 2 completely unrelated leeches. All you have to do is feed them regularly and watch them grow and eventually they will mate with each other and become a husband and wife.

Regards,

Leech.com"

third screenshot reads:

"i was wondering how many leeches i would need to suck the life out of my neighbors annoying dog"

"We do not recommend that you retaliate against your neighbour by applying leeches on his innocent dog. We do not believe you can easily do away with the dog by using leeches on him. It would take an awful lot of leeches, to kill a dog, a cat, or any large pet or live stock animal. It is best that you forget about this idea all-together. Leeches are used for therapy and as cool pets, not as a weapon.

Regards,

Leech.com"

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[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

sky high!au | m.g. x gn!reader

it’s weird going to a high school specifically meant for kids with superpowers, big or small, it makes the four years a little worse for tormenting. some kid got pants by a speedster, and when he tried to run his laces were tied together causing him to trip on the linoleum floor.

high school was hell.

you don’t even know why you go to the school, the ability to rearrange molecules causing them to phase shift wasn’t really great when you can only do small things. pretty sure there’s a rotting apple hiding in the science rooms walls.

at least you had close friends at the school. samantha wilkins, but she prefers her middle name eve more from peers. now that girl is a superhero, with the ability to see atoms and create limitless possibilities-such a badass. rex sloan was another…acquaintance if you could call him that. he causes explosions, big or small just by the touch of his fingers, number one trouble maker (he’s got his own seat in detention).

and then there’s mark grayson, son of omni-man. and he’s gifted with the ability to-to- no one is sure of that yet. for now he’s the only ‘normal’ kid attending the school due to his family status. and he happens to be your childhood best friend along with being neighbors, from séance dog role playing in his backyard to having him help you practice your powers at the age of seven. he was your biggest supporter.

“i feel this would make a killer magic act. maybe we could get into competitions!” mark bounced on his bed from excitement and you just smiled shyly, keeping your knees tucked close to your chest.

“i don’t know…it’s not really good if i can only do a paper clip. kinda lame power i have.” grumbling to yourself. your parents were veteran heros, always saving the world and stopping interglacial wars. you’d never raise to their level.

“hey,” mark poked a finger into your chubby cheek. you sided eyed him gently, no annoyance in your gaze just peering at him. “i think you’re cool.” you scuffed, “you’re just saying that cause your my friend. you’d understand if you had my powers compared to my parents.”

“you’re right, i’m saying that cause i’m your friend. but also i know what it’s like, comparing yourself to others. heck my dad is freaking omni-man! that’s the biggest comparison to date, but i don’t let it stop me. we’re still young, by high school things will be better.”

“hey killer.” blinking your eyes rapidly from a sudden memory, mark was walking into your space. the yellow collar of his shirt popping out to sit at the top of his dark blue striped sweater, one hand tucked into the pocket of his khaki pants. his hair was neatly combed with a bit of gel keeping it in place except for one stray hair that swayed in the wind, it made him look romantic.

“hi marky, ready for today?” talking in the courtyard as you waited for the bell to ring. today was a monthly powers assessment, there were two categories. hero and sidekick. eve and rex have been placed in hero specific classes while you and mark are sidekicks.

a crooked smile brightened mark’s pretty features, “i am actually. got a big surprise for everyone.” jumping his brows conspicuously. you didn’t have time to ask since the bell took its cue signaling the next period. you sighed, “let’s get this over with.”

-

“alright twerps! you know the drill by now. i’m gonna terrorize you and you best keep yourself intact cause i’m not calling the janitor for clean up duty. now first up…amanda johnson.”

everyone was silent, waiting to see the new meat. a young girl stepped through and onto the platform, she couldn’t be more than thirteen at least. coach just stared her down for a moment, “uh…how old are you?”

“seventeen but my powers cause my aging to turn backwards. now are we gonna do this or what?” you liked her. coach stedman just shrugged then blew his whistle loud, it was worse than a screaming cat.

a giant bus suddenly dropped from the ceiling and everyone gasped but then a cloud of smoke appeared and in amanda’s place was a giant green monster around eight feet maybe. murmurs went through the crowd at the mysterious creature, who set the dinged up vehicle to the side and turned back into the junior. she wiped her hands together, “anything else?”

coach stared wide-eyed, speechless for a moment before clearing his throat. “uh hero, but only do that when necessary. and instructed by your teachers.” and he waved her off calling up another girl.

she had short black hair and was wearing a tight purple top with a mini skirt. “katherine cha, how will you amaze us today?”

“actually i prefer kate and i duplicate.” her rhyme followed with a demonstration of five more exact replicas standing behind her, each one doing a different pose. “hero. now mark grayson, get your butt up here.”

you patted his shoulders, “be careful.” he just threw a smile over his shoulder as he walked onto the platform. coach crossed his arms followed with a deep sigh, “any new developments grayson, or are you still weaker than my eighty year old mother? at least she can lift ten pounds.” a small murmur and giggle spread through the crowd of on lookers while you just rolled your eyes at the comments.

all mark said was, “can she do this?” and started to hover off the ground then floated to the top of the gym ceiling before descending down. your jaw dropped, he got his powers, and didn’t tell you. coach stedman clapped slowly, “well well, nice show. anything else? super strength?” a mechanical dummy shot up and without a thought mark swung a fist causing the head to pop off and roll to the other side of the room.

it was silent then, “ladies and gentlemen, mark grayson, your new hero!”

-

“try grabbing a book through your locker. it’s not too thick a metal with a light object, just pretend it’s already open and there’s nothing in your way.” eve suggests while helping you practice your powers.

a deep exhale through your nose as you let the tips of your fingers rest against the cool light blue metal. you tried to make yourself feel weightless, just a simple breeze passing through the trees. you felt the spine of your book in your grasp, then quickly retracted your arm back to your side. a small paper back was your trophy.

“i-i did it. i did it!” thrilled at this achievement, small one, but one none the less for yourself. eve clapped beside you, “see just a little concentration goes a long way, in no time you’ll be joining me in hero classes.”

that got you to quiet down a bit, “apparently mark is getting that first.” a gasped followed, “no way! he finally got his powers?”

a nod, “yep. flying and strength, your typical hero package.” letting your fingers run against the aging paper, a baby frown staining your face.

eve hummed, “he didn’t tell you first did he? just gave everyone a big surprise.” understanding your sour mood.

“it’s not like he has to, but it would’ve been nice. i mean he was there when i accidentally fell through my bedroom floor thus causing me to sprain my ankle. why couldn’t he just hover outside my window?” pouting like a baby.

“why the hell did i just see grayson in my civilian protection class?” rex slides up beside you, casually throwing an arm over your shoulders. “did he finally hit powers puberty?”

eve rolled her eyes, “technically him and y/n are both biologically born with powers, while you and i have a bit of altered dna. it’s like growing plants, takes time and patience.”

“blah blah blah,” rex acting like his usual immature self.

…

a/n: just something i thought of. let me know if this is something yall would be interested in, just a more pg version of their world so more fluff less angst.

[starzblvd]

Is she all that you want? Is she all that you need?

marriagecouncler!reader x married!ellie, cheating, mid/late twenties, fluff + suggestive, smoking an; i thought of this during one of my classes and i can’t tell if this idea is stupid or not but still came out longer than i thought bye, obvi i don’t actually condone cheating

marriagecouncler!reader that choose this job for being an absolute natural in the matchmaking field. You’ve paired countless couples, take your very first perfect pairing Tommy and Maria, constant on and offs with absolute no pay off, after secret private meetings with both of them since you really had no qualifications yet, you not only rekindled their relationship to on again but now they stuck onto each other like superglue, so marriage counseling should be a piece of cake! The beginning of your career was easy cruising, teaching communication skills for poor strained and confused couples in need. Work was a whole lot easier when you weren’t attracted to your client though.

marriagecouncler!reader who’s leaned over her desk to reach across with an outstretched manicured hand to her newest clients, Ellie Williams and Cat somethinglastname. They went way back marrying young at twenty and had only started dating each other in senior year of highschool. Of course you weren’t there to judge, but both of them looked completely tired of each other. The way they looked at each other was as passionate as a stranger you would bump into. You sat back down into your leather chair assessing both of them and their story how getting married at 20 was probably the worst thing they ever choose to do with their free will, Ellie though was something you had to analyze for yourself. Short tussled auburn hair strayed into a bun, freckled cheeks kissed by the sun too hard burning them a bit pink, a lean and toned build you caught onto once seeing her forearms in her tattered brown flannel.

marriagecouncler!reader looking hopeless with a hand under the chin at the couple situated on complete opposite sides of the love seat, “No, no. I never said you couldn’t hang out with Dina i just said you really shouldn’t if you know what’s good for our marriage.”

“Hello are you hearing yourself? That’s the same thing! She’s been my friend since middle school and you want to ice me out because she asked me to be JJ’s godmother and you think she wants me to be her new mommy too?”

Cat had both her arms and legs crossed and looked like she was ready to chew out Ellie and whatever words she had left. She combed through her short bob, glancing back at you staring at you with a “see what I have to deal with?” stare. The session was coming to its end and most of it was spent spatting which they could’ve done at home like they usually do free of charge.

“Okay so we really have to instill some skill like tools-“

“Save it. We’re out, don’t want your overtime fee, see you.” Cat yanked her jacket from the middle of the cushions and saw herself out the door, she wasn’t going to cooperate that was for sure. Ellie sighed, sunken down into her own separate island feeling embarrassed over her grown wife’s tantrum, her eyes looked tired similar to an old weary dog.

“I’m sorry, i’m sure it wasn’t her intention to come off that rude.” She looked so defeated and so fine. It felt heated in your office or maybe it was just yourself, you looked back at her apologetically because it would be anything but unprofessional to gang up on the other partner.

“Do you still even want her?” It was like the words struck out of you, the thought that threatened to slip out from you the entire hour came out like a barrel from a sawed off shotgun.

marriagecouncler!reader who was being stared down at by Ellie with a look that crossed terrified and confusion together. As fast as you said that was as fast as the regret settled in, you sat up to scramble an apology before Ellie interrupted with her reply,

“At the time when we got together I must have, I mean I was happy enough to let her puncture her design into my skin,” she grinned coyly raising her tatted forearm from the armrest, she honestly looked so cute defeated you looked at her hopelessly again, but not out of pity, more so that you know this was going hard case for your personal sake.

marriagecouncler!reader that suggests separate, alone, one on one counseling sessions! You schedule Cat at an earlier time save Ellie for your last session so the thought of having to hurry along to get the next client in the chair wasn’t a problem. Instead of working on instilling those ’skillful tools’ like promised, you found that talking about your interests was so much more interesting. From those long running sessions you now know about her life long passion for the stars above and how convinced she use to be and probably still is that a constellation is in the scatter of her freckles, or how she’s equally talented in drawing and writing. Ellie would warm up hotter each session, from sitting 6 feet apart to scooting her seat right in front of your desk to elaborate further on whatever she talked about, eventually she asked if you would like to come over, sort of.

“All my guitars every single one of them, made by hand, by my dad,”

“You should let me hear you play sometime,”

“I mean if you came over..”

marriagecouncler!reader that found herself in Ellie’s shared estate with Cat, coincidentally while Cat was busy away at work. You knew Ellie’s wife and you were sure she wouldn’t mind! Now on their couch, you watched Ellie flustered while telling you even more of her life before marriage, how Joel was the person to get her to pick up a guitar in the first place after seeing how the move across the country at fourteen bummed her out. She took a guitar off the wall that was engraved with the same moth and fern on her made from mahogany wood and plated in silver frets,

“This one’s my favorite, she was a wedding gift and the one I mostly play on, here let me-“

The headstock of the guitar knocked over an altoids can off the short legged table, now opened you could see the pre-rolled joints stashed inside

“fuck.”

marriagecouncler!reader that has a smoke sesh on a married couples bed. Only after Ellie explained on a rant how she didn’t get high all the time and it was just that the stress was grinding her down to dust, being understanding you told her you couldn’t care less. So, maybe asking if you wanted to light one wasn't outside the realm of boundaries.

“My lighters in the room i’m not allowed to sleep in anymore, cmon follow me,”

She lit one up for you to share amongst yourselves right there without bothering to move back down, at first you just enjoyed each others face, looking, batting eyes and wasting time instead of acting out what both of you wanted to do, both of you still waiting on the other. Her dimmed eyes were like a lure steering you in, “i think we know what this.” it came out as a whisper from you, not needing to speak up since she was right in front of you.

Ellie was still a bit timid as the first time you met her, but now with more of air of confidence.

“I never denied you before,” you didn’t know if to thank the weed or her pure surge of impulse, but you were really fucking grateful she kissed you first when you leaned in impossibly close to her.

If Cat really was all Ellie needed she wouldn’t have her hands squeezing your hips and using the hold she had on you to push down onto her raised knee so you could get yourself off humping her and into her. She let you comb the layers in her hair with your fingers while kissing you as needy as she was for not being very active as of late.

marriagecouncler!reader that comes to the conclusion that divorce isn’t a shameful thing at all, but a new path for an opportunity of happiness in a new lasting love! Ellie nodded in complete compliance like the idea hadn’t struck her sooner or that you hadn’t both planned this in the back door of her kitchen while you were one step outside with your tousled hair and inside out crinkled top. The familiar sound of Cat’s car pulling up in the driveway dissolved the moment into a panic of Ellie jumping into her jeans while you picked up your tossed bra from the lamp shade. You rushed to the bottom floor on your tippy toes down the stairs, Ellie following suite whisper screaming “Kitchen! door outside in kitchen!” You wish you had the privilege of privacy, but you can’t really do that in someone else’s house and for the reason of hiding an affair. Turning the doorknob and throwing the door against the outside wall you bent over to slide into your kitten heels giggling a goodbye,

“Call me when you miss me yeah?”

“Too corny to ask to call you mine and call off this matrimony?” Ellie stood perched on the doorway with that forsaken grin she pulls out each time she gets flustered, she sounded like an absolute dork despite an absolute dick for being a cheater in her shared home.

Back in your office Cat cracked a smile for the first time ever, she took out a pen from her own purse and signed the documents you oh so suddenly conveniently had on hand.

marriagecouncler!reader that has to stay a secret for a few months so Ellie didn’t look like two faced whore. Driving to the next town over to have dinner in public in her new sports car because when’s a better time to treat yourself than setting yourself free from a draining relationship? As much as she had to keep things private from everyone else she always made sure to let you know how much she loved you even if it wasn’t in words all time, whether it be in the way she got intimate with you, holding you like an anchor to herself or how she helped you in practically whatever you asked. Around the 7 month mark you both did have to work out a new story as to to how you met for the sake of saving yourselves of having to serve the dirty details to everybody.

marriagecouncler!reader that has an awkward reencounter with Tommy and Maria in the backyard of Joel’s house during a family get together as Ellie’s new girlfriend.

[magicmumu2]

So I keep reading all of these Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova stories right? And some are really cute stories about their dogs playing together and meeting that way and all that other stuff. Some AU fics are with Natasha alive and some sadly are where she's not around and center around the grief of losing Natasha (Clint and Yelena mostly, and even Kate feeling that grief kinda second hand having never met her but knowing of her as an avenger and now knowing people so affected by her loss).

And then when I recently went back and I read a couple of Black Hill stories, I realized one thing: Where the fuck did Liho go?

There are a few stories here and there that mentioned Liho, and I think that's more Natasha's cat in the comics than she ever would have entered into the marvel cinematic universe, but she pops up almost half the time in Black Hill stories I have read. But I never see her mentioned anywhere that Natasha is alive or dead in any of these Bishova/Bishlova stories. I am also super behind on the mcu, and I never really delved into any of the comics, so I don't know about the timeline or what is AU vs canon about Natasha's death, the blip, or even if Natasha ever was resurrected thanks to Wanda or if that's fanon, but I still find a kind of interesting.

Bonus thought because I find it amusing:

AU of Natasha coming back from the dead or something post blip: *in Russian probably* Where's my fucking cat? *John Wick movie theme starts*

[thatkindofwoman]

My hands can be cataloged as right thumb, index, and ring covered by a light dusting of a weak charcoal color spray paint. I was spray painting a recently repaired, long-ago broken wrought iron chair. I ran out of spray paint before completing the second one, and admittedly did a bad job on the first. It's fine.

The right ring finger has a brass dome ring I purchased at my favorite store in Cape May two summers ago, I believe. Givens, the store. 2 years, and estimate. The wrist wears a loose rubberband, a gold permanent jewelry bracelet courtesy of Janna, a faux crystal stretch bracelet, and beads I bought at the one headshop I used to like in town.

On the left hand, another ring purchased at Givens in Cape May, 3 summers ago. Round, imperfect malachite. I am rough on this ring. I am rough on my hands. My thumbnail was bruised for several weeks; I cannot remember the exact damage inducer, probably my own clumsiness. The wrist is adorned with two silver permanent bracelets, much more delicate than the other side, two silver bangles and a gold. Cheap 5 year old target beaded bracelets I can't remember which target, something is telling me the one outside of Philly I stopped into on a whim as I needed a brush and clib for my hair. Maybe. No target since DEI rollback. I don't miss it as much as I thought I would.

I just seeded the long garden bed in the most eastern part of my garden with Radishes, Corn, cucumbers, and potatoes. I lied. The potatoes I put in hours earlier between answering work calls and editing a blog about shipping hazardous materials. Drafting proposals to train 100 people in regulatory compliance for DOT Hazmat Wastes. I refuse to retain the blog's details, much like I refuse to retain any more details about my day job. I do everything on the back end: the shipping of our compliance guidebook, photography, website, contracts, bills, graphic design, marketing, customer service, editing, and talking down my coworkers. I know what we do. I don't find it interesting, but here we are... It started September 2017. Well, it started decades before that, but that's when I started full time, and now.... I manage. I actually manage the majority of the business and the buildings. I managed the business through a plague and numerous mental breakdowns. I also have started The Publishing House back up, as of October of last year, and I help my mum with the flower farm. Pop-up markets, live music, mutual aid, art.

On a whim of me being me, I am running for Borough Council, much like city council but this small rural Pennsylvanian town isn't a city. It's a Boro. I'm tired, and sensitively disoriented, but I know what a difference I can make. And allowing the spot to go to someone who may facilitate hatred or harm was too much to bear. I am running unopposed. So unless someone campaigns as a write-in, I am a shoo-in.

Here goes 35, and I'm taking on more to impact my community more.

I am also approaching 2 years since meeting the guy and a year and a half of being together. I tell you, the frustrations of being in a relationship with a man in his early 40s make me want to scrub the world of gender norms and relationship expectations and start fresh. And as much as communicating that with my guy wants to happen, I am learning I must prioritize myself, knowing myself and my mind first before I can make a clear statement. Blurting out my feelings and problems to a nonconfrontational man who isn't the best communicator is, well, it's a whole thing.

Outside of the ins of my life, I feel broken by the horrors. We're living under a dictator, capitalism and white supremacy have won out, and the fight is harder and harder. I am trying to grow a garden, and do my jobs and maintain a social circle, and take care of my dogs, my cats, my relationship. My family. I am watching, and donating, and sharing information as best I can. I am trying not to burn something to the ground, at least right now.

Is coming back on Tumblr a good idea? Probably not. It's a shell of what it once was. Close friends are now strangers who I follow on Instagram and occasionally reconnect with, or who I'm friends with on FB because they stopped following me on Instagram in my huge migration farther and farther left. I truly miss when the internet was on your laptop or desktop and your phone wasn't the portal to the world's horrors, lies, and hopes. It was a way to call or text a friend, and not the end all and be all of content, direction, health, emails, propaganda, advertisements, and all the bullshit.

I am hoping this prompts some writing and inspiration at the least. Here this little corner of the internet. I hope.

[fbwzoo]

Thoughts and Prayers for my care credit card please. In the next few weeks we have:

annual exams & vaccines for Addy, Phoebe, & Shilo

6 month tooth check for Spring

Sedated exam & vaccines for Emma

Exam & tooth check for Spoon

And a rat euthanasia/cremation, though that's not scheduled yet. But Sauce's tumor is the size of an egg now :/

[kangals]

FLUFFY GUY HAS MADE HIS FIRST ORBIT OF THE SUN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEPLER! 🎉🔭💫

[marc--chilton]

house and wilson being dog-coded in different ways......... house the stray, who was by himself for so long he doesn't act right around others, who needs his space, needs his ball, needs help but refuses it with growling throat and bared teeth, who hurts so much he needs to hurt others back, it's all he knows, but no one cares to learn (he can be good. he won't.) ...... wilson the family dog who likes everyone but favors his One Person, who is the kindest dog you'll ever meet yet has bitten people, but he was justified, but he won't do it again, just look at his sweet eyes, he looks so sorry....... (he snaps again. every time it gets harder to believe he won't do it again this time)

[walmart-miku]

ok people we gotta stop making mori the source of all evil with soukoku. Yes mori is evil about how he treated yosano and a lot of the pm members but that's a whole other can of worms.

Anyways with skk MORI WOULD NOT TRY TO GET IN THEIR WAY IN FACT HE WOULD ENCOURAGE THEIR ASSES TO GET TOGETHER THIS PANEL EXISTS FOR A REASON.

MORI SHIPS THEM SO BAD ITS ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS.

Fics need to stop making this dude try to prevent skk from dating. I want a crack fic where mori is just like "Hey how was ur day do u like to kiss guys?" To both dazai and chuuya. I want mori shenanigans where he's actively trying so hard to set them up and Elise is sitting in a corner with kouyou and they're hard core judging him.

[mikkolas]

old tweets like this are so funny because like yeah he sure did :) six years later they would be codependent. you think they knew that'd happen. you think they could sense it

[screwpinecaprice]

Got a freeform connverse ko-fi request, baby!

I mean, the request was them doing something cute as a couple, but almost same thing.

Thank you for the tip and request, Alphasun! 😁

[kaurwreck]

every so often, i think about how poor my boundaries are with my cats, and then I think about how natsume lives with haruno. someone should tell her that her calico cat is a grown man in retirement.

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

We are doing a trial run of pupsitting tonight bc we wanted to see if these new dogs could vibe with our current pets before we agree to pupsit them for 2 weeks so now we have 2 weenies, a pomeranian, and a beagle mix in the house and tbh I am having a Great time with it

[arsonisticartichokes]

Queer Platonic TodoIzuOchako my beloved <33

[bruiisedfawn]

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[rosemary-bells]

erha book 4 cover was revealed!!! (inhales)

((incoherent) thoughts in tags)