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80pairsofcrocs · 3 years ago

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Jedis and Tin cans || 3

series master list - Star Wars master list - main master list

A/N - WOOHOO LETS GET IT.

no taglist for this story, sorry :(

pairings - The mandalorian x teen!reader(platonic), Greef Karga x teen!reader(platonic), The child x teen!reader(platonic), any others will be platonic or specified

TW - language, sexual jokes, mentions of losing a limb, violence, Star Wars canon stuff, let me know if missed anything

After the whole ‘arm thing’ we land on a sandy, muddy looking planet with barren dunes stretching into the distance, the silhouette of the asset looming amidst the desolate landscape. Mando, with a steadfast resolve, maneuvers his zoomy zoomy sniper scope thingy, scanning the horizon in search of any trace or hint that could lead us closer to our target. Curiosity tinges my voice as I inquire, “See anything?" to which he responds with a gruff grunt, indicating his unsuccessful search. Taking a moment to survey our surroundings, a sudden sense of impending danger strikes as a colossal dinosaur-like creature emerges from the dusty terrain, its primal instincts guiding it towards us.

Before chaos can fully unfold, the massive beast lunges at Mando, its ferocious attacks aimed solely at him. Instinctively tapping into the Force, I muster my strength to raise the creature slightly, creating a brief respite for Mando and preventing him from being crushed under the weight of the creature. A delicate dance of combat ensues, with Mando valiantly holding his ground against the relentless assault of the creature, his swift movements and calculated strikes showcasing his formidable skill in battle.

As the skirmish intensifies, a symphony of grunts, roars, and clashing of metal fills the air, the pulse of adrenaline driving us forward in our fight for survival. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against us, a sense of camaraderie and mutual trust binds us together, each relying on the other's strengths to overcome the formidable adversary before us. In the midst of the chaos, a glimmer of hope shines through, a beacon of light guiding us through the darkness of uncertainty and danger that surrounds us.

I hesitated to reveal the circumstances of my predicament, reluctant to disclose it prematurely as it seemed apparent that the gentleman was not inclined to form any significant attachments. Our attention was drawn to the creature — now identified as a blurrg — which had been subdued with a tranquilizer dart. When we followed the trajectory of the dart, our gaze settled upon an ugnaught riding the creature while brandishing a firearm.

Expressing his gratitude, the Mandalorian shifted his position to free his leg from beneath the incapacitated blurrg. The man's observation led him to speculate, "You must be bounty hunters." Acknowledging the assertion, Mando confirmed, "Indeed." As the man redirected his focus toward me and then to Mando, he made an unexpected offer, "I am willing to assist both of you." An exchanged glance transpired between Mando and me before we turned our attention back to the man.

With a sense of reverence and finality, he concluded his narrative, stating, "I have spoken." These words served as a pledge, sealing an unspoken alliance amongst us.

~~~

The sun began its descent on the tranquil planet, casting a warm glow as the fascinating Ugnaught, whom I now identified as Kuill, graciously led our small group to his humble abode where he promptly offered us refreshing drinks. "Many have ventured through this way," the slight-bodied individual amongst us remarked, prompting Mando to inquire about their fates. "They perished," the revelation was delivered with a somber tone, leaving a palpable sense of foreboding in the air.

Upon hearing this grim truth, Mando, displaying his usual stoicism, expressed reluctance towards accepting Kuill's assistance. "Well, in that case, perhaps we should reconsider your aid," Mando's skepticism was evident as he exchanged meaningful glances with me. Yet, Kuill, unwavering in his conviction, assured us of the necessity of his guidance. "You both require my help," his gaze shifted from Mando to me, emphasizing the gravity of his offer.

As we contemplated the terms of Kuill's assistance, the issue of compensation arose. "What would be your fee?" the question hung in the air, hinting at the delicate balance between trust and self-interest. With a nonchalant air, Kuill proposed his price - "Half," he stated simply, the word resonating with a weight that belied its simplicity.

Mando, ever the pragmatist, questioned the fairness of such a demand. "Half the bounty for a guide seems excessive," his concern vocalized the unspoken intricacies of the arrangement. However, Kuill, with unshakable resolve, clarified his terms - "Not half the bounty, but half the captured blurrgs," a proposition that introduced a new layer of complexity to the negotiation.

Refusing to be swayed by the prospect of retaining the blurrgs, Mando adamantly declined Kuill's offer, leading to a brief standoff of wills. Yet, amidst the tension, Tin Can, my ever-watchful companion, voiced his reservations about my involvement in the impending venture. "She stays," Tin Can's declaration was met with a fierce rebuttal from me, determined to prove my worth. "I am coming," my voice carried conviction as I asserted my capability and resolve.

Undeterred by Mando's initial objections, I stood firm in my decision to join the mission. "Who will stop me?" the question lingered in the air, challenging the status quo and affirming my independent spirit. A moment of tense silence followed, broken only by the subtle victory I claimed in the form of a triumphant hum, signifying my insistence on contributing to the group's efforts.

With a hint of resignation, Mando reluctantly acquiesced to my insistence, acknowledging the value of my skills and determination. "Fine," his reluctant acceptance marked a crucial turning point in our burgeoning partnership as we turned our attention back to Kuill, ready to embark on the next stage of our shared journey.

~~~

I smile in amusement watching the all-mighty Mandalorian fall off the blurrg repeatedly, finding it so entertaining that my cheeks start to ache a bit from the constant laughter. The sight of him struggling brings a lightness to the moment, and I can't help but chuckle at his misfortune. I sigh in boredom, feeling a bit restless as Kuill shoots me a quick glance before addressing me.

"Do you have a long history with him?" he inquires, motioning towards the frustrated Mandalorian. "Nope,” I reply, emphasizing the 'p', "We're just temporary partners for this job; once it's done, I doubt I'll cross paths with that grumpy old man again." My response is laced with a hint of finality as I clarify our transient connection.

"Hmm. Can I offer you some advice, Miss Y/N?" Kuill's question catches my attention, prompting me to turn towards him fully. "Of course," I affirm, signaling my readiness to listen.

"If I were you, I would place my trust in that Mandalorian, regardless of the circumstances," he advises, prompting me to tilt my head in curiosity. "I'm suggesting that should the need arise, have faith that he'll return swiftly. Trust him," Kuill continues, his words resonating with me. Contemplating his counsel, I shift my gaze from him to the Mandalorian, my brows furrowed in contemplation.

"Thank you, but what does that entail precisely?" I inquire in a tone akin to that of a curious child seeking clarity. Kuill pauses for a moment, meeting my gaze before imparting, "I have spoken," leaving an air of profound wisdom in his words that both intrigues and amuses me.

As the Mandalorian once again tumbles off the blurrg with a pained groan, Kuill offers a suggestion: "Perhaps removing your helmet could help." The Mandalorian retorts with a touch of sass, making a reference to a humorous past encounter. Kuill counters with intriguing Mandalorian lore, eliciting a playful reaction from me.

"Don't look so amused, kid; we've got things to do," the Mandalorian chides, signaling his urgency. Turning to Kuill, he inquires about transportation options, to which Kuill responds with a nod to his Mandalorian heritage. Encouraging the Mandalorian with a gesture, we watch as he approaches the blurrg with a newfound gentleness, coaxing it cautiously.

"Easy now," the Mandalorian murmurs soothingly, evoking a sense of determination. I can't help but feel a surge of hope as he manages to maintain his balance on the blurrg. My lips curl into a small smile, and with a subtle smirk, I remark, "Well, what do you know? Looks like he's getting the hang of it after all."

Tin can took a few cautious rides around on the blurrg, keen to familiarize himself with the creature and acclimate to its movements. It was evident that this little escapade provided a period of adjustment for him. Meanwhile, I found myself absentmindedly fiddling with the sleek silver hilt of my lightsaber, a comforting habit in the midst of the impending mission. Mando was preparing to set off, prompting him to inform me, "y/n, it's time," to which I offered a reassuring nod in response before we commenced our journey towards the sought-after asset.

Our procession was guided by Kuill mounted on one blurrg, with Mando and I riding closely on another, albeit comically being one short due to a runaway companion. My position behind Mando allowed for a mischievous streak to surface, amusing myself by playfully tugging at his cape and light-heartedly jesting about any oddities encountered along the way, be it a peculiar creature or a simple plant. Kuill, our steady guide, led us towards the imminent parting point, all while maintaining a dutiful demeanor.

As we reached a pinnacle cloaked in sandy, rugged terrain, the blurrgs halted, and Kuill gestured towards an enclave resembling a small settlement. "That is where your quarry awaits," he disclosed. Mando extended a gesture of gratitude in the form of a modest pouch of currency, which Kuill graciously declined, insisting, "Please. You have earned this." I interjected, encouraging him, "Yes, you have aided us. Accept the gesture, my friend."

In a moment of reason, Kuill enlightened us, "Since the arrival of these individuals, this land has been plagued by a parade of mercenaries seeking bounty, thus fostering ruin in their wake." Mando, intrigued, inquired about Kuill's rationale for assisting us despite his reservations. "They are intruders in this sacred haven where inhabitants seek solace. Only with their departure can tranquility be restored," Kuill underscored with resolve.

Mando, ever inquisitive, posed another question, prompting me to jest, "You certainly have a curious streak in you." Giving me a gentle nudge in response, he redirected our focus back to Kuill. Undeterred, Kuill articulated his admiration for encountering a Mandalorian and a Jedi for the first time in person, adding, "I have only read of their valor in tales. If the stories hold true, your swift action will pave the way for peace once more." I began to interject, but my words were gently silenced by Kuill's closing remark, "I have spoken."

I wave to kuill, a seasoned tracker and loyal friend, who returns the gesture as he makes his way back to his humble abode nestled among the rocky terrain. With a quick nod to each other, tin can and I swiftly navigate through the rugged landscape, finally reaching the craggy precipice where we lie flat on our stomachs, peering through a compact telescope to spot our elusive target in the distance.

“Nice gadget you've got there, tin can,” I comment wryly. Without missing a beat, tin can retorts, “Keep quiet, there's an advanced droid on the horizon,” his voice tinged with irritation not directed at me but at the relentless machine menacing the surroundings. My mind races, wondering why the droid is ruthlessly attacking everything in sight, even seemingly innocent bystanders. ‘Wasn't eliminating targets our assigned mission?’ I ponder silently.

"Droids," tin can mutters wearily as he rises to his feet with a heavy sigh of resignation. I attempt to stand up in solidarity, but an unseen force presses down on my shoulders, forcing me back into a seated position, legs crossed on the sandy terrain. Peering upwards, I meet the cold gaze of a metallic helmet looming over me, causing a dull ache to form in my neck.

“Stay put. I'll signal when the coast is clear,” tin can instructs before descending down the hill with purpose. “Got it, stay safe,” I respond cheekily with a smirk playing on my lips.

“I'll be fine,” tin can asserts gruffly, though a subtle undertone of amusement colors his words. I return his statement with a confident smile and a casual two-fingered salute as he strides away, his figure silhouetted against the backdrop of our ultimate objective.

~~~

The Mandalorians POV

"Subparagraph 16 of the Bondsman Guild protocol waiver compels you to immediately produce said asset," the droid stated in its mechanical voice, its metallic tone cutting through the tension in the air.

“IG Unit! Stand down,” I yelled, my voice laced with urgency as I tried to prevent any further violence. The shot rang out, hitting my shoulder and sending me crashing into the nearby barrels, the impact echoing in the narrow alleyway.

"I'm in the Guild!” I shouted at the droid, my heart pounding in my chest as I frantically rummaged for my tracking fob to prove my allegiance.

“You are a Guild member? I thought I was the only one on assignment,” the droid responded, its mechanical sensors processing the new information.

“That makes three of us,” I stated, trying to defuse the tense situation as I motioned for y/n to join us, her presence adding another layer of complexity to the standoff.

“Three?” the droid questioned, its robotic voice showing a hint of confusion at the unexpected turn of events.

“Don't shoot her, she's with the guild as well,” I warned the droid, relieved when it complied and lowered its blaster, the danger momentarily averted.

I leaned wearily against the wall, my mind racing with the implications of our encounter as I scanned the surroundings for any potential threats lurking in the shadows.

“So much for the element of surprise,” I muttered to y/n as she approached, our shared predicament drawing us closer in solidarity against the looming unknown.

"No kidding, I wonder how many people were on this..." she trailed off, her voice reflecting the shared sense of bewilderment at the unfolding events.

Ignoring her musings, the droid remained focused on its mission, its unyielding programming driving it forward with unwavering determination.

“Sadly, I must ask for your fob. I have already issued the writ of seizure. The bounty is mine,” the droid declared, its words hanging heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the looming threat that loomed over us.

I heard y/n scoff, her arms crossed in defiance as she surveyed the scene, her skepticism palpable in the charged atmosphere. With a resigned eye-roll, I turned back to the droid, steeling myself for the coming negotiations.

“Unless I'm mistaken, you are, as of yet, empty-handed,” I pointed out, trying to buy us some time to strategize before the situation escalated further.

“This is true,” the droid acknowledged, its robotic demeanor giving way to a hint of curiosity as it considered my proposal.

“I have a suggestion,” I interjected, the weight of the moment heavy on my shoulders as I laid out our potential way forward.

“Proceed,” the droid responded, signaling its openness to discussion and negotiation in the face of our shared predicament.

“We split the reward,” I proposed, hoping to find a mutually beneficial solution that would defuse the rising tension and allow us to navigate the dangerous waters ahead.

“This is acceptable,” the droid agreed, the tension easing slightly as the prospect of cooperation offered a glimmer of hope in the midst of uncertainty.

y/n felt a renewed sense of purpose as we forged an unlikely alliance, her gaze steady and determined as she prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in our quest for survival and redemption.

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Your POV

"Great," Mando said, his voice filled with urgency. "Now let's regroup, out of harm's way, and form a plan." Turning to both me and the droid, his eyes seemed to reflect the seriousness of the situation at hand. The droid, always focused on protocol, chimed in, "I will, of course, receive the reputation merits associated with the mission." Sighing softly, I couldn't help but express my frustration, muttering, "These things are annoying," as boredom seeped into my tone.

Sensing the tension, Mando nodded in understanding and asked, "Can we talk about this later?" However, the droid, running on logic and determination, insisted, "I require an answer if I am to proceed." Before any more words could be exchanged, chaos erupted.

Suddenly, a shot rang out, disrupting the conversation. The droid's automatic response activated, triggering a series of alerts. Annoyed by its incessant chanting, I snapped, "Dude, shut up! We get it!" Feeling the stress of the moment, I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes tightly.

In the midst of the chaos, Mando's voice cut through the turmoil, guiding our next actions. With a sense of urgency, he directed our movements, navigating us skillfully through the dangerous environment to avoid incoming fire. As we advanced, I wielded my blaster, taking out any threats in our path while ensuring our safety.

Seeking cover behind a large pillar, Mando assessed our situation, noticing the imminent danger from above. The droid's drastic suggestion of self-destruction rattled us, sparking a sharp response from both of us in unison, rejecting the extreme measure. Despite the tension, a moment of lightheartedness emerged as I playfully matched Mando's quick pace, earning a reprimand that only fueled my smirk.

The intense battle unfolding around us pushed us into a corner, forcing us to contemplate drastic measures. As Mando focused on devising a strategy to break free, the droid's persistent self-destruct countdown added a touch of dark humor to the tense atmosphere. With a mix of exasperation and amusement, we endeavored to stabilize the situation, refusing to yield to the droid's drastic proposal.

In the midst of the chaos, Mando's decisive tone cut through the confusion, outlining a new course of action. The droid's insistence clashed with our desire to remain resilient, prompting Mando to take charge, directing us to draw the enemy's fire while he executed a calculated plan to turn the tide in our favor. With a resolute nod, I acknowledged his directive, reaffirming our commitment to the mission amidst the escalating danger.

As the droid and I skillfully divert the attention of the hostile individuals firing at us with their oddly shaped blasters, the metallic shell of tin can transforms into a valiant hero, seizing control of the massive rotating cannon, a weapon so formidable that I find myself drawn to its sheer imposing presence, my desire to wield it evident in the gleam of my eyes.

Tin can, the fortunate metal companion, carries out its duty admirably within the chaos of battle. Together, our synchronized efforts culminate in the defeat of all adversaries, eventually leading us to regroup by the sturdy metal door, a temporary sanctuary in the midst of swirling combat.

"Incredible job," commends tin can with a hint of metallic warmth in its synthetic voice. "I will deactivate the potentially catastrophic self-destruct sequence." Surprised by the unexpected display of camaraderie from the mechanical being, I quip, "You know, you're not as cold-hearted as one would assume, for a droid."

The acknowledgment flows effortlessly between us, a subtle moment of mutual respect. Concerned, tin can inquires about the impact of a blaster wound on my person, prompting a teasing response from me before an unexpected flick to the back of my head elicits a pained exclamation followed by playful banter.

While I nurse the residual discomfort from the flick, tin can efficiently assesses its own functionality, alleviating any immediate concerns raised by the combat-induced injury. The revelation of an unscathed central wiring harness prompts Mando to seek clarification regarding the droid's condition, to which tin can confidently replies, reassurance evident in its calculated tone.

With a shared glance, Mando and I acknowledge the next challenge ahead – the stubbornly sealed door that bars our progress. Three pairs of eyes shift almost in unison towards the imposing figure of the formidable spinny gun, its allure undeniable in the face of obstacles.

Navigating the required steps to breach the secured entrance, our determined trio encounters yet another hostile individual poised to hinder our advance. Undeterred by the threat, Mando employs his signature calm demeanor, inviting further opposition before revealing the persistent signal of a tracking fob, indicating a lurking presence beyond the immediate danger.

The observant droid supplements this information with its analytical assessment, highlighting the tangible existence of a life form within our immediate vicinity. Moving as one cohesive unit, we encircle an enigmatic floating orb, positioned strategically as if in anticipation of our presence, framing a trio of individuals in a harmonious convergence.

As the mysterious orb gradually reveals its concealed contents, the unmistakable shape within elicits a collective gasp of disbelief from Mando and myself. Struggling to process the revelation before us, my gaze fixates on what can only be described as the miniature form of... a child?

Manifesting an inexplicable sense of connection to this unexpected entity, I am left speechless as Mando vocalizes the dissonance between the apparent youth of the being before us and the incongruous claim of its advanced age. In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, a newfound bond emerges, hinting at unforeseen paths ahead, intertwined with the mysterious presence within the floating orb, its significance yet to fully unveil itself in the unfolding narrative of our shared journey.

“Species age differently,” the droid continued in a mechanical tone, sparking a sense of intrigue within the conversation. “Perhaps it could live many centuries,” the notion of such longevity hanging in the air like a tangible mystery waiting to unfold. However, a veil of finality descended as the droid solemnly stated, “Sadly, we'll never know.”

Upon hearing this, a puzzled expression crossed my features, and I directed a piercing glare at the robotic being. "No," Mando asserted firmly, his voice cutting through the tension that had settled in the room. "We'll bring it in alive," his resolve unwavering as he stood his ground against the droid's ominous implications.

A hushed silence fell as the droid calmly stated, “The commission was quite specific. The asset was to be terminated.” The tension in the room reached its peak as the droid's chilling words echoed, a foreboding sense of danger looming. In a split second, the tin can acted, shooting the droid before it could carry out its deadly orders, a moment of swift intervention that saved the life of our new, enigmatic green companion.

In a silent exchange of gratitude, I nodded appreciatively at Mando, the unspoken bond between us reaffirming our shared purpose. Together, we redirected our attention to the enigmatic baby with floppy ears, a symbol of both innocence and untold potential. "I think he has it too... The force, I mean," I ventured, sharing my observation with a subdued sense of wonderment.

Turning to the tin can for a response, I found the enigmatic figure silent, his actions speaking louder than words as he extended a tentative finger towards the baby, a gesture laden with unspoken significance. "Explain on the way back, y/n," Mando instructed, his voice carrying a sense of urgency underlined by the weight of the situation at hand.

Acknowledging his directive with a simple, "Got it, boss man," I fell back into our familiar rhythm of camaraderie, the nickname slipping effortlessly from my lips. In response to Mando's gentle admonition, I couldn't help but offer a lighthearted retort, "What did I say about calling me that?" causing a brief moment of levity to break through the tension that still lingered in the air.

~~~

A/N - angst coming up oopsies

#the mandolarian #the mandalorion spoilers #the mandalorian x teen reader #x reader #din djarin #baby yoda #reader insert #mando #mando x y/n #what the fuck #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian x teen!reader #Jedis and tin cans

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jaynovz · 3 years ago

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7, 17 for weird questions? <3

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Creating scenes and moments out of whole cloth, making the intangible somehow tangible through just the power of words. When everything is just... clicking along so well and flowing and you come out with something that's so fucking choice that you just sit back and smile at it for a moment, so PLEASED with yourself that you’re vibrating with joy.

That part is pretty awesome. <3

Close second place-- The community of other writers, getting to concept/spin out ideas. A unique creative experience that cannot be matched.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhh!! -zoomy eyes- BREAK UP BOYS.

Okay so anyone who has been around me/my blog for five seconds in the last six months already knows that I've been working nonstop on this Gigantic Novel of a Black Sails mod au lmao.

But just in case:

Minor celebrities Artist!Flint and Actor!Silver meet and fall in love in NYC during winter. At first they seem like a perfect match, each singular to the other in their own way; the relationship intensifies into a whirlwind the likes of which neither has ever had before, reaching dizzying heights of emotion and vulnerability.

However, problems lie beneath the surface of the delirious bliss; a fraught tale laden with mistakes, miscommunication, and betrayal plays out, both sides at fault. Inevitably, they have a devastating break up.

Nearly a year later, they meet up again at a holiday party, their reunion engineered by mutual friends. The same cycle of intensity, love, and hurt begins again, even worse than before.

Can they learn from their mistakes and compromise? Will they ever be free of each other or are they in an endless time loop? Is there a true ending?

Hmmm, well it’s not DONE YET, so I can’t tell you.

This story is called the All Too Well verse b/c the idea spawned from my absolute OBSESSION with Taylor Swift’s 10 min version of the song which was released in Nov 2021. Much of the story is adapted from the lyrics, but a huge amount of it is Jay Original as well. Which lyrics I use are landmines/surprises as we go :P

The story is written non-linearly, with two timelines, the present and past interspersed as we build towards The Break Up Fight, which the entire story revolves around.

Fun things that probably won’t make it in... hmmm... well Silver’s backstory lmao, especially the details of how he lost his leg. But because of the nature of the Snake Lad I actually... shouldn’t tell you that. I’m sorry!!

But I wrote Flint a new backstory from scratch, which is emerging a little at a time and so I can talk about it in a bit more detail:

He grew up VERY poor in upstate NY, on a dairy farm. He and Anne are siblings in this and their parents died when they were both pretty young. They’ve been raised by their grandparents on this family farm, both being taught the ropes of how to maintain it. He’s been drawing since childhood and mentioned in chap 4 that he “grew up sketching a lot of cows.”

There was a lot of pressure on him as the oldest to take over the farm from his aging grandparents, which caused friction. He compromised by instead moving to the city and getting a job where he could send money back to help out. Flint had a very successful career as a PI for about ten years, continued painting in his off time. Then finally was able to go to art school, started painting full time. He had a lucky break and has been a pretty big name in modern art for the last decade.

There’s more~~ There’s always More. But I wanna keep some secrets and also I have rambled on quite a lot lmao. Also you can read Break Up HERE as the drama develops.

Thanks for the questions and for letting me plug my story!! <3

#thoughts #piratecaptainraven #black sails #silverflint #all too well verse #break up au #john silver #james flint #ask game

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fruitless-vain · 3 years ago

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Day 73:

Morning routine was great, had to go outside to do some things and sham got lots of zoomies in. He went back inside on his own leaving me out there and then happily watched the door close before rewards were present.

One cute thing I forgot to mention from yesterday was that the two of them were chasing eachother from gate to gate. They’d meet at one gate, wiggle a lot, one would take off to the next gate, the other would follow, wiggling intensifies, rinse and repeat.

Did a walk which started warm and ended so cold that frostbite was a serious concern for my fingers so that sucked. He started out a chaotic jumpy puppy rolling in the snow every ten steps, ended with him near heeling half the way home. He recalled off of what I think was a clump of rabbit fur and dropped some form of dead animal limb when asked so yay for that! Walk was honestly fine just so painful for me. Saw two dogs, first one trying to get over its fence at us which sham was whining and wanting to say hi to bc of course. Second was way off ahead of us and he offered some disengagement and calm watching. Goose prey drive. Goose prey drive stronk.

Nail work today. Got the dremmel up to holding his paw and touching the nail with it. Also got 3/4 feet lightly trimmed with the clippers. This training is 75% teaching him to stay still and 25% building comfort with the process. So many wiggles.

Evening pee was okay, there was an attempt at play which Yoshi decided she wanted to actually contact Sham which she immediately regretted. Should’ve told Jack to keep the lead short enough not to permit contact but oh well. Finished off with just sniffing around the yard.

#sham recap

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mypralaya · 4 years ago

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(I asked for Fanfic Friday suggestions, and @southern-belle-outcasts suggested Haven catsitting for Remy! I used @meretrixious’s cats, and I apologize if they were mischaracterized here!) Haven had not been Remy’s first choice to watch his cats. It was nothing against her, he trusted her with his child, but that was very fairly because children were her area of caretaking expertise. And just as fairly, cats were not. But a lot of other sitters fell through, and all Remy’s friends---the X-Men---were involved in same shit Remy was now, which had happened very fast, was very urgent, and was in outer space and he had to be there NOW and so did the rest of them. So he left this to her. Her, and the book of instructions he’d left her which filled up the first several pages (both sides!) of a journal he’d bought just for this. Some would people think Remy was weird or crazy as they leafed through this mini-manual. But Haven was impressed by the love and care he had for these creatures, and pored over it very seriously. She even texted him a few questions about certain points, and he replied, but soon enough he texted back saying he was going into space now. So now she was on her own if something was unclear. When she arrived at Remy’s apartment and let herself in with the key that had been delivered to her with the manual, she walked in and looked at the cats, who had appeared to peruse her. They were beautiful creatures, and the aptly named Duchess Short Stacks in particular was positively adorable despite meowing very loudly, intimidating Haven somewhat (she in fact just wanted acknowledgement, but Haven worried she was angry, afraid, or injured already) Allsorts, meanwhile, veritably ZOOMED to rub at her legs. “Hello all,” Haven greeted them aloud, “I know you can’t understand me, but I hope I can at least convey I mean you no harm.” She crouched down as she had seen daring people do with dogs---Haven was afraid of dogs, herself---and held out hand for felines to sniff and thus be familiar with her. She understood that was how it worked, and that was about as much as she understood at all. Haven knew lots about animals in the context of folklore and religion, their stories and what they represented in various cultures, but not about their actual behavior, biology, and care. Being the queen at reading poker faces she was, Spades could tell this woman was inept and needed to be supervised. So the moment Haven began walking through HER home, Spades began following with the air of a patrolling guard. Not sure what else to do for the cats til dinner time, she sat on the couch with a book she had brought. Allsorts, who had also followed, began headbumping her ankles. "Oh, hello,” she said, and asked aloud, as if he could answer, “Is this friendly?” Remy had left her a lot of instructions, but they were instructions specific to THESE cats. Not a guide on cats in general. So Haven did not know that headbutting was VERY friendly. She knew when they rubbed your legs, it was, but not about this. But she got the message soon enough, when he started purring, and she petted him. The purring intensified, and Haven exclaimed the obvious---”Oh, you’re purring!”--in surprised delight. Taking this as an invitation, Allsorts jumped on her lap, shoved her book aside, and began kneading. As someone who, again, knew so little of cats, this confused Haven as the headbutting had. But since it seemed just as friendly, she resumed petting him, and he seemed just as happy. Allsorts stayed there for quite sometime, then very randomly decided it was time for ZOOMIES and leaped from her lap on to the floor. Upon hitting it he immediately took off at breakneck speed, running back and forth through the whole flat. Haven was in fact prepared for this, though---Remy’s notes had said that Allsorts had a lot of energy, and that a good way to help him channel it was by playing with him. So she selected a cat toy from the ‘treasure chest’ nearby, sat down on the floor, and began just sort of shaking it around cluelessly.

The ever-aloof diva Duchess looked at her in disgust, but Spades sat by her side and meowed in a way that truly sounded instructive to Haven. As for Allsorts, he nyoomed back into the room and lunged with all his crackhead energy coming out, so much shocking Haven that she dropped the toy as it met its death under his tiny tri-color paws. “Oh goodness! you are a little tiger! I should have called Vyāghra if you had been mine.” She had no idea what that word happened to sound like in English. Remy, if he had been there, would probably have said Shaw would know. Then, Allsorts lunged for HER, and she drew back---only to realize a moment later that his target had been her bangles! He had been enticed by sounds and movement of the jewelry, and Haven laughed a little as she waved it just within reach of his paws. Spades gave a single approving meow. Duchess huffed and rubbed against the woman to remind her SHE was here too and DESERVED this attention, and received due pats from Haven’s free hand.

”Babies! Remy home!” Gambit called out when he at last returned. Allsorts raced to him, Duchess meowed for him to come to HER, and Spades acknowledged his return to her abode. ”Every’ting go alright?” he asked Haven. ”Oh yes, they were perfect,” she said, ”But, whenever you have a moment---some other day, I know you need much time to recover---I really do have a lot of questions about cats.”

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HEY! FREND! WHATD YOUR PRONOUNS? FAVORITE FOOD? OOOH DO YOU SWIM A LOT? OOOOHHH YOURE GLOWY AND PRETTY!!!! I LOVE YOU ALREADY!!!!

*zoomies intensify*

-☠️

Speed round!!! Yeah! Okay. So.

(Lumi holds up four fingers and begins ticking them down.)

She/xe! Hasty fish skewers made with Fleet Lotus Seeds and Hyrule Bass! Yes! Thank you!!!

#lumi ness en #fairy: skull #purple carnations

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merianmoriarty · 2 years ago

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Server Movie Synopsis: Smile

*AN: Keep in mind that these synopses will contain spoilers and may not be complete, as I rarely see the entire movie while serving for it. These synopses are just going to be fast impressions of an Alamo Drafthouse server.*

Overworked emergency shrink, okay. Tilty camera! Oh, this girl’s deeply unwell. Eye-zoomy! OUR TITLE CARD IS LOUD AND UNCOMFORTABLE, MWAHAHA!

Oh shit she has a cat who loves her. WELL THAT CAT IS DOOMED. Home alone spookies. Sister and Bro-in-law are douches, damn. “What’s the point of becoming a doctor if you’re not going to get rich?” Uhhhhh, helping people?

Ope, it gettin’ spookier! First girl laid it out pretty neatly, tbh. “Are you sure you’re alone in the house, Rose?” YUP CALLED IT CAT DEAD EXTREMELY SAD FUCK YOU MOVIE. Spookiness intensifies, fiance is a skeptic. Research! Dude before first girl also described it very well. Who did he get it from??? ASK THE COP EX-BF. It’s a pattern??? Idea time! Idea did not work out, plus Rose’s relationship with fiance is def not healthy.

Research! Twenty cases, nineteen deaths, always within a week. Rose just ended day four, oh noes! Cop Ex is like “it’ll be okay, I promise”--bro, do you want her to die??? Why don’t you just say you’ll “have a drink together after this is over” and make sure she’s 100% narratively cursed???

Survivor tells her the one way out: GOTTA KILL A BITCH ALL MESSY WITH A WITNESS. Well, golly, she can’t do that because it’s seriously fucked up and she’d rather go die all by herself and not get anybody else killed tbh. Oh wait. All by herself! SPOOKY ABANDONED HOUSE. Trauma excised! Sort of! Yay, she beat it--FALSE ALARM SHE DID NOT BEAT IT AT ALL IT TOTALLY WON, SHIT. Eye-zoomy! Well, now Cop Ex is the Final Girl and he gets to be in the nonexistent sequel. Black screen. Lollipop!

Featuring just the right amount of Jump Scares, tilty cameras, creepy audio, a bad guy that reminds me of The Nun, the bad guy coming over a couch like a Mass Effect Banshee, Way Too Many Teeth, and a victim explaining the phenomenon clearly within the first ten minutes of the movie: “It looks like people. But it’s not a person.” “It keeps smiling at me...but not a nice smile.” “I’ve never felt scared like I do when it’s there.” “It’s not a hallucination! It makes things happen.” “It tells me things...it keeps telling me that today’s the day I’m gonna...”

#server synopses #spoilers #Smile (2022)

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s-the-bard · 5 years ago

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According to my calculations, this pup does indeed have- *whips of science glasses and intensifies stare*- the

ZOOMIES

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bloojayoolie · 6 years ago

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Apparently, Children, and Click: AMAND ld 60919, 2 Yrs., 41 lbs Manhattan ACC A total lovebug! Adores people, dogs, toys & belly rubs SWEET perfection! TO BE KILLED 5/16/19 ** Get ready for a good time with Amandi! ~ She loves people, she loves toys, she loves bellyrubs – Amandi is the perfect princess! *** A volunteer writes: “Amandi is a ball of sweetness and love who will make a wonderful addition to your family! She is the epitome of puppy enthusiasm! She LOVES people, she LOVES dogs, she LOVES toys, and she LOVES belly rubs! On our walk she wanted to greet everybody with friendly tail waggles and happy pants for all people and dogs. In the yard she had happy zoomies just to be out. When I introduced a toy she had more adorable happy zoomies. After a few rounds of zoomies Amandi was happy to accept some belly rubs and treats, with no complaints about the drizzle of rain outside. Amandi is an amazing dog in need of an amazing person (people) who is willing to do some basic training with her (which is sure to be a success as Amandi wants nothing more than to please her humans). Come meet this bouncy ball of loveliness at the Manhattan ACC today!” If you can foster or adopt this cutie pie, hurry and Message our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance. AMANDI, ID# 60919, 2 yrs old, 41.4 lbs, Unaltered Female Manhattan ACC, Large Mixed Breed, Brown Brindle / White Stray - found tied up Shelter Assessment Rating: LEVEL 3 No children (under 13) Single-pet home Recommend no dog parks Medical Behavior Rating: Green BEHAVIOR NOTES Means of surrender (length of time in previous home): Stray SHELTER ASSESSMENT SUMMARIES - Date of assessment: 25-Apr-2019 Summary: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Hard Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Highly social Call over: Approaches readily Sociability comments: Body soft, mouthy with medium pressure, jumps up Handling Soft handling: over-aroused Exuberant handling: over-aroused Comments: jumps up, mouthy with medium pressure, over-arousal Arousal Jog: Engages in play (exuberant) Arousal comments: jumps up, mouthy with medium pressure, over-arousal Knock: Approaches (exuberant) Knock Comments: jumps up, mouthy Toy: Grips, firm Toy comments: None PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: Due to arrival as a stray, history around dogs is unknown. 4/25: When introduced off leash to dogs, Amandi is vocal at play, becomes more tense and growls when play intensifies. 5/2: Amandi is muzzled for her second introduction to the helper dog. She appears stiff bodied and runs after the helper. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake: 24-Apr-2019 Summary: Active, excited, playful MEDICAL BEHAVIOR - Date of initial: 24-Apr-2019 Summary: Active and playful ENERGY LEVEL: We have no history on Amandi so we cannot be certain of her behavior in a home environment. However, she is a young, enthusiastic, social dog who will need daily mental and physical activity to keep her engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct her energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: Level 3 Recommendations: No children (under 13) Single-pet home Recommend no dog parks Recommendations comments: No children: Due to the high level of jumping and mouthing seen at the care center, and her ability to get over-aroused, we recommend an adult-only home. Single pet home/no dog parks: See DOG-DOG. Amandi has displayed some concerning behavior when introduced to the helper dog in the care center. History around other dogs is unknown. Potential challenges: Basic manners/poor impulse control Social hyperarousal Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition Potential challenges comments: Basic manners/poor impulse control: While at the care center, Amandi is quick to jump up when seeking attention and is very mouthy with medium pressure. Please see handout on Basic manners/poor impulse control. Social hyperarousal: Amandi quickly becomes over aroused in the presence of people, jumping up and mouthing. She became over-aroused when jogging during the assessment. Please see handout on Arousal. Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition: Amandi is very mouthy during interactions at the care center and applies medium pressure when she displays this behavior. Please see handout on Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 3-May-2019 Progress Exam S/O - 3 day history of diarrhea. Reported to have severe diarrhea today - already currently on metronidazole and probiotics A - Non resolving diarrhea ddx - Early CIRDC vs stress vs dietary indiscretion vs other infectious causes P - Place on Scient diet I/D soft food and Kibble - Feed 1 can I/D stew twice per day with kibble - Monitor for CIRDC 1-May-2019 Progress Exam SO BAR in kennel. P laying in bed, wagging tail and gets out of bed on approach. P reported to have liquid diarrhea on 4/30 during play group. P also has a liquid puddle of diarrhea in kennel during rounds observation today. EN -- eyes and nose are clear with no discharge. A diarrhea r/o stress, dietary, intestinal parasites, early CIRDC signs P proviable capsule 1x daily q24h x 5 days metronidazole 250mg tablet -- give 1 tablet PO q12h x 5 days 24-Apr-2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 1-2 years Microchip noted on Intake? No Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : Stray. Found tied up. Subjective: BAR Observed Behavior -Very hyper and playful. Likes to jump up. No growling, lunging or biting. She loves cheese. Evidence of Cruelty seen -No Evidence of Trauma seen -No Objective T = P =120 bpm R =eup BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, erythema but clean AU, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: Clean teeth PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic, no c/s ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: F/I, no obvious spay scar or tattoo MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: Clean externally Assessment: Apparently healthy Prognosis: Good Plan: No tx needed at this time SURGERY: Okay for surgery *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

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dyedviolet · 5 years ago

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A normal sleep schedule is: there's a time you start getting sleepy, then you go to bed, and then you wake up. Right?

My sleep schedule right now is: start getting tired at 8ish. By nine, acquire a case of the zoomies, where all braincells are on vacation. The zoomies progressively intensify the longer you are awake, until you hit the plateau of You Can't Sleep Even If You Try. At some point, while lying in bed and contemplating whether being bored is worth a chance at rest, you are suddenly barely conscious several hours in the future.

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bloojayoolie · 6 years ago

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#funny #lol #humor #memes #meme #memehumor #dank memes #funny pics #rolf #lmao #Apparently #Children

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bloojayoolie · 6 years ago

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Apparently, Children, and Click: AMAND ld 60919, 2 Yrs., 41 lbs Manhattan ACC A total lovebug! Adores people, dogs, toys & belly rubs SWEET perfection! TO BE KILLED 5/11/19 **She loves people, she loves dogs, she loves toys, she loves bellyrubs – Amandi is the perfect princess! *** A volunteer writes: “Amandi is a ball of sweetness and love who will make a wonderful addition to your family! She is the epitome of puppy enthusiasm! She LOVES people, she LOVES dogs, she LOVES toys, and she LOVES belly rubs! On our walk she wanted to greet everybody with friendly tail waggles and happy pants for all people and dogs. In the yard she had happy zoomies just to be out. When I introduced a toy she had more adorable happy zoomies. After a few rounds of zoomies Amandi was happy to accept some belly rubs and treats, with no complaints about the drizzle of rain outside. Amandi is an amazing dog in need of an amazing person (people) who is willing to do some basic training with her (which is sure to be a success as Amandi wants nothing more than to please her humans). Come meet this bouncy ball of loveliness at the Manhattan ACC today!” If you can foster or adopt this cutie pie, hurry and Message our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance. AMANDI, ID# 60919, 2 yrs old, 41.4 lbs, Unaltered Female Manhattan ACC, Large Mixed Breed, Brown Brindle / White Stray - found tied up Shelter Assessment Rating: LEVEL 3 No children (under 13) Medical Behavior Rating: Green BEHAVIOR NOTES Means of surrender (length of time in previous home): Stray SHELTER ASSESSMENT SUMMARIES - Date of assessment: 25-Apr-2019 Summary: Leash Walking Strength and pulling: Hard Reactivity to humans: None Reactivity to dogs: None Leash walking comments: None Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Highly social Call over: Approaches readily Sociability comments: Body soft, mouthy with medium pressure, jumps up Handling Soft handling: over-aroused Exuberant handling: over-aroused Comments: jumps up, mouthy with medium pressure, over-arousal Arousal Jog: Engages in play (exuberant) Arousal comments: jumps up, mouthy with medium pressure, over-arousal Knock: Approaches (exuberant) Knock Comments: jumps up, mouthy Toy: Grips, firm Toy comments: None PLAYGROUP NOTES - DOG TO DOG SUMMARIES: Due to arrival as a stray, history around dogs is unknown. 4/25: When introduced off leash to dogs, Amandi is vocal at play, becomes more tense and growls when play intensifies. INTAKE BEHAVIOR - Date of intake: 24-Apr-2019 Summary: Active, excited, playful MEDICAL BEHAVIOR - Date of initial: 24-Apr-2019 Summary: Active and playful ENERGY LEVEL: We have no history on Amandi so we cannot be certain of her behavior in a home environment. However, she is a young, enthusiastic, social dog who will need daily mental and physical activity to keep her engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct her energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION: Level 3 Recommendations: No children (under 13) Recommendations comments: No children: Due to the high level of jumping and mouthing seen at the care center, and her ability to get over-aroused, we recommend an adult-only home. Potential challenges: Basic manners/poor impulse control Social hyperarousal Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition Potential challenges comments: Basic manners/poor impulse control: While at the care center, Amandi is quick to jump up when seeking attention and is very mouthy with medium pressure. Please see handout on Basic manners/poor impulse control. Social hyperarousal: Amandi quickly becomes over aroused in the presence of people, jumping up and mouthing. She became over-aroused when jogging during the assessment. Please see handout on Arousal. Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition: Amandi is very mouthy during interactions at the care center and applies medium pressure when she displays this behavior. Please see handout on Mouthiness/poor bite inhibition. MEDICAL EXAM NOTES 24-Apr-2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 1-2 years Microchip noted on Intake? No Microchip Number (If Applicable): History : Stray. Found tied up. Subjective: BAR Observed Behavior -Very hyper and playful. Likes to jump up. No growling, lunging or biting. She loves cheese. Evidence of Cruelty seen -No Evidence of Trauma seen -No Objective T = P =120 bpm R =eup BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, erythema but clean AU, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: Clean teeth PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic, no c/s ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: F/I, no obvious spay scar or tattoo MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: Clean externally Assessment: Apparently healthy Prognosis: Good Plan: No tx needed at this time SURGERY: Okay for surgery *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

#funny #lol #humor #memes #meme #memehumor #dank memes #funny pics #rolf #lmao #Apparently #Children

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