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"Sweet, you got it." Rock nodded, taking the biggest frosted chocolate donut he could find, and plopping it in a paper baggie. A little smile tugged at the corners of his lips with the approval of the Twix. "Thanks."

Once they got back to the counter, he contemplated his carrying strategy until the guy scooped some of it up and alright, that worked. Company? "I'm not gonna dine and dash you, Dude." He snorted, "Oh- oh wait, I've got one better- I do-nut think I've got a problem hangin' out for a bit." He tucked the bag of tacos into his hoodie pocket and cracked open his lemonade, chugging back a bit. His nose was still a little achy, knee still worse off than it had been earlier in the day, but he was feeling a little better overall. As they left the store he gestured to a nearby bench, in suggestion.

"What's your name, anyways?"

Well that caught their attention alright. A middle finger had shot into the air, directed at a group of teens across the street who were hovering by a Duncan Donuts long closed for the night. The boy beneath the hoodie, propelling said finger, sneered. Just like that, the group of five moved towards him, the tallest, Shacks, sauntering forward with an irritating air of confidence. And to think, there'd been a time when Rockland had thought he was cool.

"You can't seriously blame us, Rocky." He looked to the others with cruel amusement, "It was a prank, get a sense of hum-" Too busy searching for the favour of his crew, he'd missed the draw of the younger teen's fist before it met his cheek.

"Prank my ass, I could've been arres-oof." Rockland was tackled by Archie, the smallest of the bunch, who was about a head shorter than he was, but kinda stalky for his age, and with the element of surprise on his side. Cane clattering out of hand, and across the sidewalk, the lanky teen scraped across the pavement, electric pain radiating up from his tailbone. He caught the breath that had been knocked out of him just in time to catch the thump of a fist to the nose in return. - For Wade

Wade didn't know what to make of this city yet. He'd only been here a couple days and was still trying to get his bearings. It wasn't a bad city, he thought, just cold. Just... really cold when you're alone, like all cities are. Nevertheless, Wade did some hunting and stocked up on other supplies, always wanting to stay on the move. That's how he got jobs, and that's how he kept sane.

Tonight had been quiet enough so far... that is until he heard sounds of a fight. But a fight... between kids? Was he hearing this right? Wade made his way toward the sounds, and sure enough, some kids whose parents were absent and whose bedtimes must be fast-approaching were going at it. Or rather, several kids were beating up on one unfortunate one.

"Hey! Come on, cut it out, what the hell're you guys doin'?!" Wade yelled, hoping to scatter the bullies. "You know better than this, get off him! Don't make me call the cops!" he said, watching as they all scattered... save for one. Wade knelt down beside the boy lying on the ground. "Hey, buddy, you okay?" he asked gently.

#thenexusofsouls

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#Awww #dnd #ooc

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Wow, call him out much? The teen avoided the dude's gaze, cheeks flushing. "What, are you a shrink or something?" You don't deserve to get knocked around. You're enough. Rockland felt a pang in his chest. He could think of several people who seemed to feel otherwise. "You don't know me, you're just seein' what you wanna see." But he got it, supposedly. Maybe he'd felt the same way, growing up.

"Okay, so then maybe he did deserve it." A wink was tossed his way, and Rock shrugged, noncommittally. Whatever he wanted? This guy did realize he was talking to a teenage boy, right? He could probably clear a shelf with his appetite. So he set up his own limits. A brow was quirked, however, at the mention of donuts. Well, if the invitation was right there...

"... yeah, alright. You've got a point. You want me to grab you one while I'm there?" He was already walking in the direction of the case as he asked, scooping up the pair of metal tongs and leaning his cane against the case ledge as he picked out a paper bag. Aw man, how was he even supposed to pick? Hmm... A couple moments' observation and Rock decided to go for one just full on decked out in Twix. He looked over at the guy, awaiting his choice, if he decided to go for one.

Well that caught their attention alright. A middle finger had shot into the air, directed at a group of teens across the street who were hovering by a Duncan Donuts long closed for the night. The boy beneath the hoodie, propelling said finger, sneered. Just like that, the group of five moved towards him, the tallest, Shacks, sauntering forward with an irritating air of confidence. And to think, there'd been a time when Rockland had thought he was cool.

"You can't seriously blame us, Rocky." He looked to the others with cruel amusement, "It was a prank, get a sense of hum-" Too busy searching for the favour of his crew, he'd missed the draw of the younger teen's fist before it met his cheek.

"Prank my ass, I could've been arres-oof." Rockland was tackled by Archie, the smallest of the bunch, who was about a head shorter than he was, but kinda stalky for his age, and with the element of surprise on his side. Cane clattering out of hand, and across the sidewalk, the lanky teen scraped across the pavement, electric pain radiating up from his tailbone. He caught the breath that had been knocked out of him just in time to catch the thump of a fist to the nose in return. - For Wade

Wade didn't know what to make of this city yet. He'd only been here a couple days and was still trying to get his bearings. It wasn't a bad city, he thought, just cold. Just... really cold when you're alone, like all cities are. Nevertheless, Wade did some hunting and stocked up on other supplies, always wanting to stay on the move. That's how he got jobs, and that's how he kept sane.

Tonight had been quiet enough so far... that is until he heard sounds of a fight. But a fight... between kids? Was he hearing this right? Wade made his way toward the sounds, and sure enough, some kids whose parents were absent and whose bedtimes must be fast-approaching were going at it. Or rather, several kids were beating up on one unfortunate one.

"Hey! Come on, cut it out, what the hell're you guys doin'?!" Wade yelled, hoping to scatter the bullies. "You know better than this, get off him! Don't make me call the cops!" he said, watching as they all scattered... save for one. Wade knelt down beside the boy lying on the ground. "Hey, buddy, you okay?" he asked gently.

#thenexusofsouls

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A snake story, based on an experience I had while I was in Florida.

#This is sweet :)

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Happy raccoon noises

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#So adorable #Raccoons #ooc

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FILL THE ASKBOX

send in curious anons to the muse

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OMG the backstory behind the whole boop thing is amazing.

#hehehehe #I figured I knew what this was before I clicked

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Get Your Mom Something Nice!

*And support a struggling artist pay rent on time!

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If you OPT-IN, you can boop your moots!!!!

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“My dog and his favorite plushies”

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#So sweet #doggos

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In many cultures, ethnic groups, and nations around the world, hair is considered a source of power and prestige. African people brought these traditions and beliefs to the Americas and passed them down through the generations.

In my mother’s family (Black Americans from rural South Carolina) the women don’t cut their hair off unless absolutely necessary (i.e damage or routine trimming). Long hair is considered a symbol of beauty and power; my mother often told me that our hair holds our strength and power. Though my mother’s family has been American born for several generations, it is fascinating to see the beliefs and traditions of our African ancestors passed down. We are emotionally and spiritually attached to our hair, cutting it only with the knowledge that we are starting completely clean and removing stagnant energy.

Couple this with the forced removal and covering of our hair from the times of slavery and onward, and you can see why so many Black women and men alike take such pride and care in their natural hair and love to adorn our heads with wigs, weaves, braids, twists, accessories, and sharp designs.

Hair is not just hair in African diaspora cultures, and this is why the appropriation and stigma surrounding our hair is so harmful.

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As someone who has been living with severe suicidal ideation my entire life I wanna tell you all something, you don’t have to stay alive for yourself. People will say it’s a bad idea to live for external things because they’re temporary, and it’s true living for yourself is ideal but if you’re not to that point yet that’s ok too. 

I’ve lived for my dog for the past 4 years, before that I lived for my snakes, before that I lived for my cat. You can live for whatever needs you and whatever matters to you. Live for your best friend, live for your plants, live for your pets, live for your animal crossing town. Live for whatever keeps you alive and the day will come when you can live for yourself.

#cw: suicide mention #cw: mental health

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#This is so sweet <3 #crochet #humanity

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"Yeah it's uh, it's not the most common name. Don't think I've met a Willy before either. Well, William sure, but Willy?" He shook his head. This guy was sure chipper. Rock couldn't tell if he was just putting on his customer service face or if he genuinely was this delightful, but if it was a false face, he sure was a good actor. And if it wasn't? Nobody better mess with him or the teen would tell them off.

"Blue raspberries? They're a real thing? Not just... a flavour made for candy?" He'd only ever seen blue raspberry as things like slurpee flavours. He couldn't ever recall seeing a real blue raspberry in a store. "How did you find out about them? When did you go to Russia?" That was quite a trek. He bit another petal from the flower, and let the chocolate melt on his tongue.

He could practically see the gears in the young man's head turning. A nod met the question, and then, hold up- ingredients? "Oh- okay, but," Rockland followed suit, hurrying after the chocolate maker, "How-how much is it, for custom chocolate?"

An amused smirk met the dramatic introduction. He gave a little wave. "Rockland." So he was the owner. How did he come up with such wondrous ideas? He was like an author, crafting a world of fantasy from scratch, except he was bringing his ideas to life through chocolate. The teen glanced up at the other workers, giving them a nod of acknowledgement.

How was this guy surviving, when he was giving so much of his stock away? Rockland certainly wasn't complaining, he was just curious, and hoped others' wouldn't take advantage of his generosity. Maybe it was just for their grand opening of sorts? Or maybe this guy really was magic, and could just pull chocolate from his hat. He took the offered flower with his free hand, the other grasping the handle of his own walking stick. "Wow, thanks." It was really pretty, seemed almost sad to eat it, but he hardly hesitated, nibbling on one of the petals. The chocolate melted over his tongue, revealing... His eyes lit up. "Is it... some kind of fruit? Berry?" He swallowed the bite.

Rockland quirked a brow at Wonka's apology, but didn't comment. Allowing the other to guide him to a quieter area, he found some of his nerves eased. He adjusted his tone, at the others' request to repeat his question, speaking up a bit. "I was wondering if you have any chocolate to help with bad dreams... I-I dunno if that's a thing, I just... if you can make people fly- which, definitely interested in that, by the way-" His serious tone broke into a playful little smile, before he shrugged again, "thought maybe it was a possibility?"

#wpureimagination

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‘Keep Your Cat Indoors’: Why Conservationists Are Pushing for Pet Containment in Australia

What’s the problem with pet cats?

Domestic cats have impacts on native wildlife in two ways, says Prof Sarah Legge of the Australian National University. “One is that they hunt themselves. They hunt at a lower rate than a feral cat, but because pet cats live at really high density in towns and suburbs, the predation toll per square kilometre is actually much higher than it is out in the bush.”

Her research has found that pet cats kill up to 50 times more animals per square kilometre in urban areas than feral cats kill in natural environments.

“The other pathway is if we have a lot of pet cats that are not desexed, then there’s a risk that unwanted litters keep contributing to the feral cat population,” Legge says.

Modelling Legge has done for the Invasive Species Council suggests that roaming pet cats kill 546m animals per year in Australia, of which 323m are native.

“Most pet owners don’t think their cat is the problem, but the evidence is that nearly all roaming pet cats hunt and kill our native wildlife,” says Jack Gough, advocacy manager at the Invasive Species Council.

An estimated 71% of all pet cats in Australia are able to roam – of this figure, 78% of roaming cats hunt. Most animals – an estimated 85% – killed by pet cats are not brought home.

“For every dead lizard or bird you find on your doorstep, another four have been left out in the bush,” Gough says.

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#cats #cw: animal death mention

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Do not punish the behaviour you want to see

I mean, it seems pretty obvious when you put it like that, right?

But how many families, when an introvert sibling or child makes an effort to socialize,  snarkily say, “So, you’ve decided to join us”?

Or when someone does something they’ve had trouble doing, say, “Why can’t you do that all the time?” (Happened to me, too often.)

Or any sentence containing the word “finally”. 

If someone makes a step, a small step, in a direction you want to encourage, encourage it. Don’t complain about how it’s not enough. Don’t bring up previous stuff. Encourage it.

Because I swear to fucking god there is nothing more soul-killing, more motivation-crushing, than struggling to succeed and finding out that success and failure are both punished.