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gruusha · 15 days

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—————- 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐨'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

there are some still, serene mornings on glaseado when one will swear they hear quiet singing -- a song purely of vocalization, no words -- carried on the wind that casts snow upon the mountain. it's a tune that seems to change dependent upon those who hear: some will swear the song is one of joy & excitement, while there are others whose hearts ached for the lament they heard carry betwixt mountain peaks. it is the song of articuno, a legendary bird whose life is a solitary one: it flies, ever alone, from one icy mountain of the world to another upon the frigid winds it can set upon the earth with one deliberate beat of its wings.

-- it is far too kind to do such a thing.

it is rumored throughout the world ( legend born of claimed-personal accounts ) that articuno's heart is a benevolent one behind its frigid aura; that it has appeared before those who would otherwise die, lost on snowy mountains, and guides them to safety. all tellings & retellings of claimed sightings follow this pattern, thus it is safe to assume the pokemon is genuinely a virtuous (德) & merciful (仁) existence, so graceful as to rarely - if ever - be seen for a time long enough for one to be certain they've witnessed a legend with their very eyes.

throughout generations seeing & continuing to believe in articuno's legendary existence, it became known as a symbol of good fortune, propriety (禮), and credibility (信).

grusha perceives his duty (義) as gym leader to extend into assuring the survival of individuals who venture onto the mountain at any point, be they residents of montenevera, potential challengers, or simply sight-seers. having grown up in a perpetually snowy (read: legitimately dangerous) area, grusha knows full well that consistent monitoring of the surroundings can literally be the difference between life and death.

as the gym leader of an area equally snowy & dangerous to where they grew up (grusha would imply it's even moreso), making sure nobody dies on their mountain falls on the list of responsibilities they embrace. upon their hiring as a paldean gym leader, not once did anyone higher-up in the league directly state or otherwise indicate grusha had to do this personally. although gym leaders within the paldean league are responsible to maintain their designated area, whatever it entails, it is equally not mandated how they choose to do that.

in grusha's case, the first-hand experience with growing up & living in snowpoint and the surrounding treacherous routes served as crucial foundation for understanding how they wanted to handle this responsibility. they do not rely on local authorities or rangers, instead allowing altaria & multiple swablu to free-fly 24/7. the swablu communicate anything unusual they see to grusha's altaria, and from there grusha is able to interpret the relay by understanding altaria's body language and vocalizations.

having worked with altaria for years at this point, they're quite adept at interpreting her meaning.

THAT IS TO SAY: grusha's actions have not gone unnoticed. in fact, they were first seen rescuing someone from hypothermia (relying not only on their own experience but their pokemon) about four months after they accepted their station on glaseado by articuno itself. in light of witnessing such a kindness, articuno began to more frequently visit glaseado. as such, the icy fenghuang has watched grusha help people... over and over... for four years. in witnessing grusha's actions, identical to ones it would take itself, articuno became satisfied that the rescue was not merely a one-off instance, or some fluke of goodwill in the gym leader.

furthermore, articuno was able to sense a kindred spirit within grusha: both masculine (yang, feng) & feminine (yin, huang) aspects residing in a singular, physical form.

as a reward for their kindness & soulful connection, articuno imparted a shred of its power into grusha without his knowing [ APPROX. 1YR BEFORE scar/vio START ]. the blessing manifests physically in a clump of hair that grows rapidly from their head, and grows blue. if that weren't enough, the clump shimmers as well, and all the strands of hair that compose it behave as if inclined to stick together. although the strands can be parted, they will gravitate back toward one another within an hour. finally, the texture is also more supple than grusha's natural hair.

obviously, its appearance & continued existence perplex grusha: he has no idea what it is, why it exists, and especially how. he's tried cutting it / plucking it / dyeing it... it is, inexplicably: resistant to being cut / grows back far too quickly for plucking all afflicted strands to be worth the effort / repellent to dyes like oil to water. as far as grusha can tell, the hair(s) are definitely not normal, but also do not seem to harm him... as such, he has accepted its presence & often pulls it into a bun with the rest of his hair, though it seems to slip out of it far more readily than the average strands.

thankfully nobody seems to have noticed, as the color of blue (luckily) correlates with the darker dyes grusha has already maintained as part of his image for years. if one were to notice its shimmer, however, grusha would have no explanation.

#one thought crystallizes. ( meta )

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moonlight26posts-blog · 1 month

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In Calvert County, MD: 🍀🐾Bring the Luck of the Irish to Sage and Find Her Forever Home! ☘️🐾

We're reaching out again on behalf of a special soul in need of a loving home – Sage, a remarkable 1yr old, 87lb female dog who has captured the hearts of our staff with her endearing personality and gentle spirit, much like the charming leprechauns of Irish folklore.

Sage's journey to our shelter via Animal Control has been one of resilience and hope, akin to a journey over the rolling green hills of the Emerald Isle. Born into a world where she spent the majority of her days tethered outside, she has faced challenges that have left her under-socialized and hesitant in new situations. However, despite her past experiences, Sage has shown incredible potential for growth and companionship, proving that the spirit of the Irish runs strong within her.

In recent weeks, Sage has begun to form bonds with our staff, showcasing her playful nature and affectionate disposition. She delights in playing with toys and balls, and when she feels comfortable, she lets her goofy side shine, bringing joy to all who interact with her, much like a lively Irish jig. Her willingness to trust and her affectionate nature with those she knows speaks volumes about her resilience and capacity for love, reminiscent of the warm embrace of an Irish family.

Sage has already mastered the command "sit," demonstrating her intelligence and eagerness to learn, much like the cleverness of the leprechauns guarding their pots of gold. With the right environment and patient guidance, we are confident that Sage can continue to build her confidence and blossom into the sweet companion she was meant to be, just like a blooming shamrock.

We are seeking a rescue organization that can provide Sage with the love, understanding, and support she needs to thrive, much like the supportive community found in an Irish village. She requires caregivers who can help her continue to build her confidence and create new experiences, allowing her true personality to shine through like the sparkling waters of the River Shannon.

Sage's ideal forever home would feature patient caregivers who can appreciate her unique journey and provide her with the love and stability she deserves. With the right environment and dedicated support, Sage has the potential to transform from a timid soul into a cherished member of a loving family, bringing the luck of the Irish into their lives.

Sage will be spayed, is up to date on vaccines, heartworm negative and microchipped.

Together, we can provide her with the opportunity to continue her journey toward a brighter future filled with love and companionship, like the promise of a rainbow after a spring rain shower.🌈🐾

Sage sitting for her breakfast. Sage playing with a tiny toy and snuggling.

Jamie Hash

Volunteer and Rescue Coordinator

[email protected]

410-535-7387

Rescue Pick-Up Hours:

Monday – Saturday from 10am – 4pm

Adoption Hours:

Tuesday - Saturday from 10am - 4pm

5055 Hallowing Point Rd. Prince Frederick, MD 20678

Linda L. Kelley Animal Shelter

#dog rescue maryland #dog rescue #doglover #dog adoption maryland #cute animals #adopt a dog #pets

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thelengthyposts · 11 years

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Of peers, studying, and attitude.

As a child, my mom noticed that I was a child who was "smarter" or rather, learns faster-- than my peers. In fact, even today my mom would always boast that when I was only 7 months old, my development as an infant was already that of a 1yr old+ baby.

So I suppose I wasn't really a gifted child.. I'm no genius. But I suppose I have always been "above average."

In turn, my mom focused on my studies while I was growing up. She was always there to teach and tutor me.. do my homework with me.. even force me to study and finish my homework when really, all I wanted was to play or watch television. I remember I used to throw LOTS of tantrums.. but she always got her way. I ended up studying anyway.. and because of that, I had become a "smart kid."

When I was in 1st grade.. I was already 4th of my class. In 2nd grade, I had become 2nd (I think..). And by 3rd grade.. and 4th grade.. I had reached rank 1. I'm not really boasting. Just stating a fact. I mean, I still did play and watched lots and lots of anime but I also studied AS MUCH... thanks to my mom's help.. I didn't really mind the fact that I was "the best." I mean... THAT WAS A GOOD THING.

That was until... somewhere along the way, my peers started to view me as someone different. It was all child's play but it can't be denied that I developed major, and I mean MAJOR, side effects.

I became alienated. I was the rich kid, the popular kid, the teacher's pet, and the smart kid.. all rolled into one. What a perfect child. When the mothers of my peers started saying "Ah.. I wish she had been my daughter.." Well.. that's when things started. I suppose it wasn't my peers' fault but that of their twisted mothers' way of giving their child a challenge.. but that's another story and another rant..

So I became alienated. It hurt back then. So much.. that I developed the habit of being carefree-- too carefree-- and lazyyyy.. having an appearance and outward attitude of: "Ah.. I don't wanna study. Studying is lame.." etc.

That was the beginning of the "life-experiment" that is the main point of this blog. I had become too carefree-- all I wanted was to play.. and watch anime. Forever. And it didn't help that I was "smart" because all I had to do was maybe read the topic three times and never study it again and basically get perfect scores on exams. Indeed, I had it the easy way. And thus, I became lazy.

Then I went to the US. 5th grade. New environment.. new life. New culture. I suppose I was culture-shocked... in what I like to think as a good way.

Because we were only starting and was basically dirt poor, my school was located on what you'd call a "ghetto" neighborhood. I mean, it wasn't bad.. but it was on the ghetto side of the city. I started being independent then.. but not too much. Still pretty dependent.. but hey, I used to take the bus to school. THAT never happened before. Haha! :P

And what can I say? I LOVED IT. I fell in love in one of the aspects of American Culture-- the "don't mind others' business" part. Suddenly, my classmates no longer cared if I was smart. They didn't care who my friends were. I was me. I was just.. me. No labels attached.

And it had a positive effect on my psyche. I had become.. apathetic towards what others think of me. I just learned not to care anymore. That was good.. because the next year.. I came back home. And the people I left behind, hadn't changed. But I did. So while the labels became reattached.. I didn't care anymore and lived my life.. the way I wanted to. Without being concerned with what others thought of me-- a principle that I, up to this date 10 years later, still live by. And I'm proud to say that yes. I don't care about what other people think of me.

2 Things then: (a) I had become lazy. (b) No longer affected by how others saw me. One positive, and one negative effect.

Then came the 3rd happening.. which resulted in a negative effect. "8th grade". I had become alienated again. But unlike before, though I no longer cared about what other people thought of me.. Deep inside.. I still had this urge to make them like me. I suppose it was the hormones thing.. I was around 12 at the time.. So what did le 12 year-old me did?

I started to TRY and CHANGE myself.. catering towards what people would LIKE me to do. Peer pressure is indeed a scary thing!

The negative effects? I became rough and rowdy with my body language, hand gestures, and even the way I walked-- So they wouldn't see me as a ladylike person. To remove the shy image.

I started to talk a lot with cuss words. YES! I cussed a lot. Just so they would think I was just like any other person. To remove the rich kid label.

I had become arrogant in my choice of words. Joined them in badmouthing teachers and class gossips. So they'd think I didn't care about studies and hated school.

I even forgone fashion! Yes. Believe it or not. I started dressing up in the worst combinations. I didn't care about what I wore. Just to remove the popular kid label.

THAT DIDN'T WORK THOUGH. Because I was still the smartest kid in class at Rank 1. (Yeah. Nice try, Kid Me.)

So after a lot of drama and angst... I ran to America. Back to the culture I loved. Back to where I can be myself and stop myself from permanently becoming the person that I had become.

But that was around 2004. That was when the mainstream music and feel and mood of American adolescents were.. emo. And I. Happily embraced the culture. Inwardly.

No, I didn't wear eyeliners. Didn't dress in black (Actually wore lots of white back then). Didn't have piercings or tattoos. No drugs. No alcohols. No emo slash-wrist blogs.

But I did rejoice in the idea of.. loneliness.

Then I met friends. Good friends. And they sorta kept me sane enough. I was still pretty emo inside but I was happy. Very happy. Being "emo" was not the major state of mind that I had. It became limited.. and erased it even. (Thanks, guys! I love you!!) Now, being emo is just a distant past in my memories. Oh, and I'm still pretty familiar with the emo songs of that era.. but my affinity to the subculture remains at that.

Hanging out with my friends.. I had become myself. Again. Just like how I was in 5th grade. Oh, and I was still smart. Except now in high school, not even once did my mom do anything with my studies. They actually never attended the parent-teacher meetings too. LOL.

They trusted me. And it wasn't blind trust either. My first two years of high school was 100% straight As. Then I took AP classes.. so the laziness that I had wasn't able to properly cope with that.. hence me resulting in lower grades in the last 2 years, but hey! I still graduated as a CSF/Honor Society member and a guaranteed acceptance to UC Davis and UC Merced, so whatever! :P

Then college happened. I was still as lazy as ever. But I had become carefree and.. apathetic. Yes, I fully embraced the culture of apathy and going with the flow. SOOO much.. that I had no concrete plans for my future after college. I actually chose my major at random too. Like I didn't really care. Just going with the flow. So naturally.. I wasn't very interested in the subject matter. Thus.. I only studied enough to pass.. but still failed most of the time. Went out with friends. Prioritized unimportant things like anime/jdrama/kdrama over studying. SOOO bad. That I was actually dismissed once, the reason for which is having been on probation for 2 semesters.

Yes.. that was the time when.. I didn't really care if I passed or failed anymore. Because I had given up on learning. On my future.

I had become a goalless individual.

A fleeting existence.

Alive, but with no future.

Hopes and dreams didn't matter anymore. They didn't exist. I had began living in the moment. Not planning ahead. At all.

Then my college best friend and most of my batch mates graduated college. While I.. still had unfinished units left. That was a wake up call.

So I did my best. And was able to graduate on time (Yeah, I was trying to finish a 4-year course in 3.5 years.. -__-)

So yay! But now I'm a medical student.. I'm still failing.. Then I realized. The problem was.. MY ATTITUDE.

In high school.. I blamed the environment. My peers. The culture.

In college, I placed my blame on the fact that I was not really interested in my major. At all. I never considered a career in that field. It makes sense. How could I do well in a major I didn't even like?

Now.. I have nothing to blame. Because I want to be a doctor. Yet.. I'm still failing. Yes. Attitude problem. Too much laziness, distractions, and confidence on my part.

And I'm trying to change. Laziness had become a habit. So I must counter it by developing a new habit-- the habit of being studious.

And so.. the point of this blog is?

It doesn't matter if you hang out with the worst crowd or graduate in a good school.

In the end, it's your decision.

Your future.

Your call.

#life #introspection #blogging

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gameonoverdogcom · 5 months

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#IFTTT #Gameonoverdog

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princepestilence · 11 months

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NYR: May in review

Post-May horoscope: you have to struggle! at your maximum range of extension! in order to grow! your total range of motion!!!

By far the most challenging month I’ve had in this “new” (1yr at the end of June) job, but I have mostly got through it and it should be getting easier soon. I take some comfort knowing that it’s an extraordinarily difficult and overwhelming time for everyone, and also that it has a concrete end date in sight. I am trying to embrace the mistakes and learning opportunities, but I will be so grateful to hit the end of June.

In May:

chaired my first committee meeting. Overall it went well! I don’t think anyone else is going to put their hand up to chair at the AGM in Sept., so I’ve made my peace with being in the role -- properly, not just as Acting Chair -- for the next 18 months or so. Feeling a bit unreal that I am the youngest person there and now about to be chairing, but god, someone has to do it.

do well at work? I’m really not sure. But I am getting things done, so I’ll take the win on that. Mostly a bit frustrated, a bit mortified, and very exhausted and over it. The stress hasn’t been great, but I’m hoping that by the time this season of madness rolls around again next year, I’ll be a lot better prepared to juggle the dozen extra knives sent my way. Metaphorically. The actual knife-juggling I will leave to the performers giving me migraines with their inability to read the emails I send them.

anthology submission - didn’t happen. Something had to give and I decided it would be this. I know there will be other opportunities, as bitter as it feels to just give up without even really trying. But it really was beyond human limitations to do everything this past month, so it is what it is.

surprise visit from my parents. Complicated. Counts as an achievement on my part, although I’m sort of mad that I feel that way about it.

1-month Duolingo streak. On a whim I picked it up again after a long time on May 1st, and it was really, really nice to have so much coming back to me so fast. I know part of why I’ve avoided it -- or even just study and practice in general -- is because I was dreading the experience of relearning and grappling with how much I’d let atrophy. It’s reassuring that that doesn’t actually seem to be the case, and I’ve been really enjoying it as well.

went to some cool arts events. Had a lot of feelings about it all. Also in retrospect I’m glad I made the effort to go even though I was so run-down from work. It was replenishing in a lot of ways, and I’m happy to have been there. Also had a great interaction which involved the author I was chatting with to say, “Oh, if you’re into corpses, you’ll LOVE this book by--” so that was fun.

thesis work. Didn’t get chpt. 1 redraft done -- or even close. But I did get some done, which in light of this month I am also choosing to view as a success. I’m still not happy about the lack of progress, but consoled somewhat by thinking a good day or two will make a huge difference and I do have some days coming up to work on it.

In June, I will:

get to the end of June! By which I mean: survive my job until the godawful tent that makes my life difficult is gone. Then I’m taking a full week or so off. I need it. Mostly to work on:

thesis. Finish chpt. 1 by the end of this month. Ideally, start work on chpt. 2 rewrite as well.

keep on top of Chair duties. One of the easier tasks on the list but I have to remember to keep putting the micro-tasks on the list or else I might forget and they’ll get missed.

go to a zine fair. It’s this weekend and I think it would be fun and a nice excursion and I haven’t been before and would like to see what’s out there in person, but I can feel the weary pulling me down saying, “you could stay home. You could rest. You could catch up on chores. You could work on your thesis and in fact you’re bad for Not doing that,” and I am wobbling on the fence trying to make a good decision for good reasons, as compared to a good decision for bad reasons (thesis, guilt) or a bad decision for good reasons (chores, responsibility). Not sure where rest falls, and I know I will feel at least a bit bad regardless of the choice I make. Hm. Hm. Hm.

Duolingo every day. It’s fun. A lesson is like, a minute and a half. I usually do it when I’m waking up, to warm up the brain for another day.

#2023 resolutions

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thegeminisage · 2 years

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pspsps ms liz, hi, I've been here multiple times (mostly about games) and I saw you have Deathloop, or at least have it installed (sorry if its weird to look at the games you have installed on your desktop, i was curious) and its currently on sale on steam and i love a good timeloop. I played Prey a bit ago (holy shit the ending threw me for a loop WOW) and enjoyed it, I have a friend who raves about Dishonored and they haven't steered me wrong with games so far, so I have good feelings about Arkane games.

I wanted to ask your opinion on Deathloop before i spend $30 on it 💀💀

um anyways, have a good day!!! please also give your kitties pets for me, they're all adorable

HI BESTIE, dw i am petting ALL of the cats and also it's definitely not weird to look at my desktop since im the one who posted pics of it, although there are some games on there i havent played yet (i tend to take the ones im finished with OFF the desktop but deathloop earned it place). rip start again and night in the woods i swear i am going to get to you soon

so yeah AS you guessed the short answer is YES IT IS WORTH IT!!! doubly so if you can get it on steam. the long answer is:

i have played basically All of the games from arkane and deathloop feels more like dishonored than prey, but that isn't a bad thing!! (if you haven't played the dishonored series and you wind up liking deathloop i'd highly recommend it.) gameplaywise everything feels really polished and fun...when i played i was letting my buddy watch me do the story, so i wound up replaying missions i'd already done in my spare time bc i just couldn't keep my hands off of it. i found ways to do levels i didn't think were possible. there's a lot of freedom in it

the abilities in deathloop imho are what make it resemble DH more than prey, but i think the abilities system is more fun than in prey because in prey when you get the alien abilities it makes the enemies more hostile and i didn't care for that. these are simplified but really fun, i always had a hard time choosing which ones to equip because they're all really good (though admittedly i never played with the one that lets you fling stuff everywhere bc i didn't care). the weapons and trinket system you use for your upgrades comes with a bit of a learning curve (the tutorial section was horrifically annoyingly long) but once you learn the ropes it's a very smooth, fun, satisfying way to work. i havent tried the new update they just released for the 1yr anniversary but it looks amazing too!

the aesthetic and music and the characters are wildly funky and extremely, outrageously fun - the banter you get as you proceed through the levels is very entertaining. it feels like much more of an adventure than prey because it doesnt have that sense of isolation and the characters CUSS. the bosses are the perfect combination of challenging and scary and weird without being TOO hard (with the exception of fia, who has the dubious honor of being one of the most stressful controller-against-the-wall challenges i've ever played, taking me almost twenty tries to complete - come back after you do that one and tell me how many years you aged). i played deathloop before the update that added difficulty levels and i'm not a pro gamer by any means, so anyone should be able to complete it. it's really satisfying to go back to a level you once struggled on with better weapons and abilities and breeze right through it!

that said, there are a couple of cons - the biggest one for me was that my PC had a liiiiittle bit of trouble running it without framerate skips and it took me a long time to get those eliminated. the second biggest one is i think it needed another 6 months or so of dev time, especially in regards to the story. VERY minor story spoilers in the form of: my opinion, but!!! like i said, i haven't played the free update - apparently there's a new, secret ending - but the one we got felt a little bewildering and and anticlimactic. i kept waiting for it all to mean something and it kind of...only meant a little, really?? there's one major twist but instead of making me go "oh COOL" it made me go "oh bad :/" and it was definitely kind of a blueballed feeling bc the rest of the game had my expectations SO astronomically high. to finally finishing the thing was a bit of a letdown

THAT SAID, in spite of its flaws it's one of the most fun times i've ever had playing a first person shooter-ish game. i just wish there was more to do. even replaying some of the levels in my downtime i still only racked up slightly less than 50 hours. but i'm sure on replays/if i were to 100% things/if i tried multiplayer (i havent so far bc crossplatform play costs $$$ and i heard it was a bit lacking anyways) i could get more, which i might go back and try someday, because it's SO FUN. trust me if they gave me 200 hours of content in that game i would play all 200 of them

anyway, can't rec it highly enough, the steam price has apparently dropped to like $24 bucks so you will NEVER find it any cheaper. if you truly do hate it you can return it if you've played less than 4 hours so WHY NOT give it a try. i really hope you enjoy it cuz i sure did!!!

#liz answers asks #anonymous #liz plays deathloop #i didn't liveblog it like AT ALL bc i played it with a friend #which is so sad for my liveblog tag but soooo worth it #my only complaint is that i can't take automatic video clips on steam...my first playthru exists only in mine and cathys memory #my ENTIRE dh playthru is on youtube though so i have that at least #dl anon

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bukuoshin · 3 years

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Bro, great news: Kami has lumps on his side and we were worried it might be like... Cancer. Cuz he's a golden retriever. And also, cancer is the second thing we've wanted to breed out from our line, so it would really fuck us if he did have cancer.

But! He just has an abscess! And even tho he's on antibiotics as of today, he likely would have been fine without them! I love my dog!!!

#rae rants #btw the first thing we wanted to breed out was dysplasia. and we succeeded in that.#since breeding out cancer is our immediate goal after that. our most recent generation had better fucking not get cancer at 1yr old.#so its relieving to know-- even beyond the fact id legit kill myself if my baby died from cancer-- that thats not the case.#next goal after cancer btw is auto-immune illnesses. which presents a challenge.#bc goldens who dont have cancer issues tend to have auto-immune issues instead. from my breeding experience.#so. the problem is now... finding a home breeder with an extensive line with all qualifications neccessary. who isnt us. for kami's eventual #dame. not a pro breeder btw theyre always terrible. cuz business overshadows care.#i mean that even for casual buyers: if you arent adopting. buy from a home breeder. not a pro breeder.#ive had a few interactions with pro breeders that can be summed up as 'professional animal hoarding'#as in. less rooms than there are dogs.#i think thats a good general rule of thumb. if theres more dogs than there are rooms in a house. youre an animal hoarder #not even bedrooms. just rooms. BRO ESPECIALLY SINCE #this drives me insane: most pro-breeders/kennels do not have a dog-room or a kennel. isnt that wack?!#my house has a dog room and we're not even considered professionals. what the fuck right?#my house used to have 3 dog rooms even tho we only ever breed a single dame. how tf r u breeding 3 dames when theres nowhere for them???

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mrssnivellussnape · 2 years

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Not my gif, creds to original owners

December’s Kiss

An: Happy 1yr anniversary to my Tumblr 🥰! You guys I’m excited for this oneeeee. I was thinking of doing a part two of my Christmas story from last year, but decided to start new… enjoy!

Oh and Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays if you don’t celebrate that, of course! ❤️💚🤍

Pairings: Severus Snape x reader

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“Professor L/n, Professor Snape, look!” A student called out to you two.

The two of you raised an identical eyebrow before listening to the young man and following where his finger was pointing. Although when you did so, you’d regretted it immediately.

“It’s a mistletoe!” Another student, Halle, apprised.

Severus rolled his eyes, “I think we’re aware, Miss Blye.”

She wasn’t phased by his sardonic behavior unlike most of her classmates. “That means you have to kiss.”

Yet again, a glare was sent her way from Severus while you’d found it funny. She often reminded you of your younger Gryffindor student - Hermione was her name, and just like her, they both often directed the attention to the wrong things. Severus couldn’t stand the poor girl, however, she happened to be one of your better students.

“No, thank you. I’d rather my lips not shrivel up and fall off, Miss Blye.” You teased her, but you’d put a bit of truth behind it.

Now Severus’ attention was directed towards you, “And who’s to say the same can’t be said about you?”

You held a smirk, one that could challenge his own, and snickered, “I don’t care either way, but usually people prefer their first kiss to be with someone they like.”

“You’ve never kissed anyone before, L/n?” He jested right back at you, your choice of words aiding his insult.

“I meant you.” You sneered.

Your students didn’t seem to care about your conversation, but if it got them out of finishing up their assignments, then they’d listen. That still didn’t stop them from asking if you were going to follow through with the mistletoe.

Your joint response was no, with no further questions being able to get asked.

Class had been dismissed with neither you nor Severus paying much attention to each other after the fact, and you’d both packed up quietly as the last student left.

When the door was shut closed, you looked towards Severus, “Think you’re funny, do you?”

“No idea what you mean.” He answered. He finished stacking the loose papers on his desk before gesturing you to the door, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He tried his best to hold in the proud simper that was threatening to show.

“Sod off, Snape.” You shot his way on your way out.

The door was barely closed when he said, “After you.”

You’d made your way to the dining hall for dinner while Severus had chosen a different direction. You didn’t care, as long as he was away from you and out of your sight. The only thing on your mind, anyway, was the delicious feast that was waiting on you.

Somehow, though, you and Severus had reached the large doors at the same time, something that confused the both of you. Nothing was said as you tried opening the doors before he could… yet you couldn’t move from your spot.

“What the hell…” You mumbled. You tried again, to no avail. “Why can’t I bloody move!” You exasperated. It was rather aggravating considering you could smell the delicious food on the other side of the door.

A loud sigh was heard next to you, forcing your gaze on the loathsome man, “Move out of the way, L/n.” Severus advised. Then he tried… and just like you, his attempt to move had been futile. “What in Merlin’s beard…” he mumbled angrily.

“Why would you try it if it hadn’t worked for me?” You frowned in confusion.

“I was hoping for a result other than what yours had been.” He admitted.

That’d made no sense, “Like what?”

“Like being able to walk into the dining hall.” He’d remarked as if it should’ve been obvious to you.

The two of you couldn’t deepen your rising argument before two, distinct voices were heard speaking to you. “Hello, Professors!” You were greeted.

“Seems that you’ve found yourselves caught in our newest spell.” Fred started.

George continued, “I’m sure you two know the only way out of it.”

A muddled stare was sent their way.

Their eyes followed up to right above where you and Severus were standing. Immediately, your faces fell at the realization of what they were eluding to.

“You’re the reasons all of these mistletoe are hanging everywhere?” Severus wondered aloud. “Take them down!” He demanded.

The boys shared a cheeky smile, “Can’t, Professor.” Fred spoke.

George nodded along with his brother as they moved around you two, “The only way out of it, is to kiss.” And with that, they’d disappeared into the great hall.

You stood there for a second, both silent, until the gears in your heads started to turn. At once, either of you had drawn your wands and tried to fire off a few simple spells that could counter the charmed mistletoe. Surprisingly to Severus, none of them had worked; you knew better than to be nonplussed.

Fred and George had always been talented wizards and when it came to how they created spells or pulled pranks, that was no different. You’d found yourself on both ends of their jokes one too many times to think otherwise. You knew better. Which was why you knew exactly what you were going to have to do.

“We’re going to have to kiss.” You interrupted his musing.

That’d brought him completely out of them, “Excuse me?”

His surprised response caused you to look towards the ceiling in annoyance. “You know, just as well as I do, that there is no other way out of this. Fred and George are too skillful and if they’ve thought of this possibility, the only way to get out of this is to listen to them.”

He looked at you as if you’d grown two heads, a third arm, and had started speaking a language he wasn’t familiar with. His thoughts were nearly presented in front of you with how hard he was thinking. His eyes had shown that he was done pondering, though.

You were going to try and convince him further, your stomach grumbling had started to bother you, but he’d already taken the initiative.

Severus’ lips connected with yours in a way neither of you expected. It was like two puzzle pieces connecting in an unfamiliar way - one that worked. It’d warmed you while at the same time confused you. But you hadn’t had time to dwell on it when you found yourself being pulled closer to Severus’ body. Forgetting where the two of you were, you’d found yourself breaking free from the one spot you’d previously been stuck in.

Your back was being pushed on the doors that you’d been trying to go through earlier, but you’d ignored it. Your hands found the back of his neck while one of his traveled down to hold your waist, with the other cradling your cheek. It’d felt like one of the longest kisses you’d ever had, but it was so, so pleasant and oddly passionate that you couldn’t find yourself caring.

Prior to being able to pull him impossibly nearer, you’d both found yourself leaning back as the once stable doors had suddenly started to quickly open.

In an instant, the two of you were met with the stunned faces of everyone in the dining hall. Your students had a mixture of astonished, disgusted, and snickering expressions. The professors table, on the other hand, held looks of knowing and ‘about time’ displayed on their faces.

You’d let go of Severus as he’d done the same, except for the hand that was resting on your lower back. It would have been comforting if not for the fact that you were embarrassed at being caught. You’d started to feel like the students that you’d sometimes discover in an empty classroom together. You wanted the attention off of you and quickly.

Had it not been for Dumbledore, everyone would still be frozen in their spots, looking at you. Instead, their attention was on the man who had tapped his goblet in a manner that caused every open ear to listen. Thankfully, you were able to get to your seats afterwards.

Everybody had gone back to either eating or engaging in their conversations with the other after Albus sat back down. Although, Minerva had shared an appreciative look with you before mouthing, ‘Took you long enough.’

You ignored that and merrily ate your food. Tried would be more like it. It would have been easy to do so if it wasn’t for the fact that Severus had continued to glance at you from time to time. You knew he wanted to speak about what had happened, however, you weren’t too thrilled to do so where there were a plethora of listening ears and a meddling Minerva.

“Yes, Severus?” You whispered, finally connecting your eyes with his.

He discreetly leaned closer to you, “We need to talk later.”

Nodding along to his words, “Alright,” you agreed. “Just bring some hot cocoa and marshmallows, and we have a deal.”

His face scrunched up in mild disgust, “I don’t like marshmallows in my hot chocolate, Y/n.” He admitted.

Your look of bewilderment nearly made him chuckle. You shook your head in disbelief, “You don’t like marshmallows in your hot chocolate? Why do you hate love!” You dramatically expressed.

That time, he couldn’t hold the snigger that came out of his mouth, “I prefer Firewhiskey.”

“You can’t put alcohol in hot chocolate…” You admonished.

“According to who?” Minerva chimed in.

You raised an eyebrow at her interruption and Severus leaned forward so she could see he wasn’t impressed by her interference either. She blushed at showing that she had been listening and turned back to talk with Albus.

Shaking your head with a small giggle, “We’re putting marshmallows in our hot cocoa.” You insisted.

But that had amused him, “Says who?”

“Me.” You pointed to yourself smugly.

Your shrug that followed up had also been funny to him, “And what if I don’t want to?” He wondered.

You tapped your chin in faux thought while looking up at the ceiling. You stayed silent for a moment longer then responded with, “Then I guess you won’t be drinking hot cocoa with me.”

“Bossy.” Severus threw at you.

You laughed, “You’ll learn to like it.” You promised. You were satisfied with his nod of agreement.

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I know this was short, but I hope you liked it! Like I said in this, I’ll be back to posting regularly (soon) and since I’ve fallen out of it, I have to get comfortable with it again - hence the short fic <3

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pannypunkpanda · 2 years

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Sam Wilson IS Captain America — July 11

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fangsforfags · 11 months

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sad & crying. lolz

#when the grief comes & goes in waves. buddy i am being drowned by the fucking waves #i shld b over it. its been over 1yr i shld b fine now. kms #haha make me shut up challenge

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jerk-bitch-and-an-angel-blog · 6 years

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Deadpool Dean - Dean x Reader x Ellen Harvelle feat Sam

For: Bailey's 1yr Everything Challenge

Movie: Deadpool

For: Meg's Wayward Crack Challenge

SPN Woman: Ellen Harvelle

Prompt: I’m really bad at making decisions

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption lots of it, implied smut (if you squint)

Dean and Sam went to to Ellen Harvelle's Halloween party and Dean let Ellen and Sam talk him into wearing a costume. Sam as a cruel prank got his older brother a Deadpool costume. Sam had to get Dean a little buzzed to wear it, but he got Dean in the costume and to the party.

Ellen was putting decorations up in the bar when the door open, "oh ow, fuck, mom it's so bright" Y/n said. "Well it's afternoon so the sun's up, it usually is bright" Ellen said, "yeah, yeah I know, be more like your sister Jo" Y/n said. "Now that's not at all what I meant Y/n, I love you and your sister Jo equally" Ellen said, "yeah okay mom, I'm going to bed wake me for the party" Y/n said.

Ellen woke Y/n an hour before the party, she sat at the bar getting an early start on her next hangover. "Y/n honey, you think you can slow down on the booze" Ellen said, "mom" she whined. She put her glass down, walking outside, she Deadpool sitting on the hood of the Impala. "Hey Deadpool Dean" she said, "hey Y/n, how's it going" Dean said, "great, I keep trying not to be the screwed up daughter but keep being one anyway" Y/n said.

"Y/n I know screw ups, I'm one, my brothers one even my friend Castiel is one and he's an Angel" Dean said. "I screwed up my life Dean, I dropped out of school and called off my wedding" she said. "We both dropped out of school for the same reason we had work to do. You called off your wedding because the guy was a duecue bag" he said.

The party was over, people were going home, "hey Sam, you seen my daughter, I was awfully hard on her today or she thought I was anyway. I can't find her, she tends to do stupid things when she's mad at me" Ellen said. "No, I mean I saw her outside earlier but I haven't seen her since then" Sam said. "Was she outside alone" she said "no she was with Deadpool" Sam said. "No" Ellen said, she ran to the back of the bar, she opened the door to the storeroom.

Ellen saw a naked Y/n kissing a man in a Deadpool mask pulled up, "Y/n" Ellen said, "I'm really bad at making decisions. Sorry mama" Y/n said, Sam walked in. He looked at the situation in front of him, he started laughing "I don't see the humor in this Sam" Ellen said. "You will Ellen, "Deadpool, take off your mask" Sam said, he pulled his mask off revealing Dean Winchester. "Oh I see it Sam" Ellen said.

"Well things could be worse, I could've found her with Ash again on the pool table in the front" Ellen said. "That's a pretty mental picture" Sam said. "Ready to go Sammy" Dean said still wearing his Deadpool mask, "yeah bye guys" Sam said. "Bye boys" Ellen waved, "and mama I'm not like Jo, I can fuck a guy just for the fun" Y/n said.

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quaranmine · 2 years

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just saw your addition - i’m glad scar said something, breaks my heart that they had to see that shit bc it was mostly just extremely harsh shitting on hermits with very little constructive stuff. i saw one comment saying they didn’t like when trapdoors were used as quarterslabs - that was probably the most polite thing in the thread

Well....that comment from Scar is from Spring 2020. It's not recent--you can say it says 1yr in the corner (actually over a year but it only changes when it hits exactly two years.) I'm glad he did say something though, because I think that comment means a lot.

That was unfortunately on a completely SEPARATE post that accused Grian of being a bully. To my knowledge no hermits except Xisuma (who...apologized for overreacting and unlocked the thread) have commented on the recent one. I will say that some polite things were on the thread. It has 900+ comments and I haven't seen all of them nor do I want to. But I did see people who's "unpopular opinion" was just that their fave hermit was one of the smaller CCs. or that they enjoyed xyz about a hermit's video that they saw being criticized for other comments. and some comments did challenge the bad ones, it just seems like the bad ones were still overwhelmingly accepted

#quara asks #negativity #discourse

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Jan. 6th: One Year Later

1Yr ago today, America was forced to take a look in The Mirror. Most were horrified, but recent Polls show that around 4% of Americans have no problem w/ the insurrection that took place @ The Nation's Capital last year. Some may laugh off 4% as insignificant or manageable; but to be clear, we're talking about approximately 10 million people. That is a significant number- especially when U consider those among them w/ Military & 'Law Enforcement' training. What motivates them, appears to be a fear of losing their 'position' of Chief Oppressor, & being marginalized to the level of The Oppressed.

According to the same Polls, this 4% see nothing wrong w/ using violence to enforce their Beliefs. We saw this last year. Not just in Washington D.C., but in several Cities Nationwide. This was a coordinated effort that is being substantiated more & more by the Jan. 6th Select Committee. Sean Hannity's testimony may be a key to determining 'how coordinated'. For now, Steve Bannon & Mark Meadows appear willing to fall on their swords. I said last Yr, that Donald Trump is not the only one to blame in this- One Yr. later, many GOP Members appear to be choosing Party over Country.

It's interesting, watching The Mainstream Media explain the motivation of last Yr's Insurrection. They allude to several factors, but focus on Donald Trump's attempted Coup, during the Electoral Confirmation Vote. Trump is accused of whipping his supporters up into a lather, & dispatching them to overthrow The U.S. Congress (Stop The Steal). What about the other Cities targeted? What about the presence of White Supremacist Groups, like The Oath Keepers, Boogaloo Boys, & The 3 Percenters in the D.C. Metro Area, & the concern expressed by The Black Community?

The demographics tallied from that Mob of Insurrectionists show that most were 'Middle Classed Working Folk' that come from areas where the 'Black & Brown' Population is beginning to outnumber the White Population. Like the Tiki Torch Marchers in Charlottesville, Va., they felt like they were being marginalized. From my vantage point, this group was a stampeding herd being used as a distraction. Hidden from view on 1 Side- is Donald Trump & his allies, attempting to (internally) nullify Joe Biden's victory.

On the other Side- there were an assortment of White Supremacist Groups organizing outside of D.C.; armed & ready. In the days following Jan. 6th, some affiliated w/ these groups spoke on Social Media Platforms about waiting for a 'signal'; a Green Light to mobilize & overthrow the current Government. Others spoke about setting off a Race War called 'The Boogaloo' in D.C.'s Black Community.

Regardless of the motivation, America has a Race Problem that needs to be addressed. The COVID Protocols of the last 2Yrs have exposed this nasty side of American Culture. Until We can have an honest discussion about the role that Race plays in Who gets What, & How Much in America, We can expect an escalation of 'anti-establishment' behavior- from The Left & The Right. From a Historical Perspective, I see America mimicking Post War Germany of 100Yrs ago.

Germany was also going through Social Unrest & Inflation, back in 1922. The War Debts of WW I were wrecking their Economy. Germany's Economic Collapse in 1923, gave rise to Adolph Hitler & The National Socialist (Zionist?) Party. Donald Trump & his allies are in a similar position today. That 4% of the population willing to use violence to support their Beliefs, is large enough to start a Revolution. We should also look @ Donald Trump's activity on the State & Local level. He is challenging ANYONE that went against his Agenda, & The GOP appears to be Kissing the Ring.

White Supremacy, is as American as Apple Pie, so the rise in Group Activity is expected during times of Recession. 'Privileged Folk' should be concerned about the rise of White Supremacist Activity, coinciding w/ a rise in Authoritarianism. This was the basis of Nazism. The Jan. 6th Select Committee has their work cut out. We, The People, have to also do Our part. It's up to Us, to remind each other that We have a Right to an Opinion, & We can 'agree to disagree'... A little Respect goes a long way.

-Just Sayin'

#MassFormationPsychosis

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