#Since two of our cats are around 12 years old

[ollies-moving-castle]

you reach a new level of friend/mutual when I send you pictures of any of my five cats

#My family owns to many cats #But my mom wants a sixth #I’m all for it #i have doubts that my dad is gonna go along with it #Apparently the only way we are getting a sixth cat is if one of the old ones dies (not my words that’s my sisters words) #Since two of our cats are around 12 years old #Or if a kitten needs a home quickly ish #That’s how we got our orange cat #He was being bounced around places since the person who had him was an idiot and didn’t realize how much work cats are #Especially baby cats

[acesw]

The School System of SPDM

The School Primary Defense of Mankind is a private institution where every few years, they take in orphaned arcanists around the world to train them for the purpose of becoming members of the Foundation. Many of the graduates go into the military/investigative sector of the Foundation and a handful are assigned to offices, given positions in headquarters and in rare cases accepted by the political councils. There is also a chance to work at Laplace, but thus far, Mesmer Jr. is the only one who had been placed there because of her lineage.

Not much is known about how the school works, but I will be mapping out as much information as I can find about the school, and make sure its organized as possible.

Disclaimer: This is solely based on Chapter 3, Green Lake, and the characters we have thus far who were students at SPDM. The only graduates we have are Horropedia (oldest graduate), Sonetto, Mesmer Jr., Vertin, and Matilda (youngest graduate of the group). I'll be referring to them as the "Foundation Kids", since the name sounds fitting enough. There are going to be spoilers for Chapter 3 and the characters' stories, so tread carefully.

Additionally, I'm going to be rarely using images because I really do not want to go into the effort of making screenshots after screenshots right now.

So buckle up and get ready for a big wall of paragraphs and sentences.

Known Staff Roles of the School

Principal - The head that manages the affairs of the school and responsible for all the matters that happen within. The current principal as of chapter 3 is Richard. Instructors - Their main purpose is to teach students varying subjects, a few that can be named are biology, music, potions, and arcane history School Physician - The person that takes care of the overall health of the students. It can be assumed that there are two per semester, since Tooth Fairy in particular would only stay in the school as its physician for half a year. Janitors - Of course, people that clean up areas in the school, and they have the freedom to interact with the children. Some are referred to as uncles and aunts I'd assume. Monitor Assistants - Students or Student Graduates that choose to help monitor the students of the school as a means to train them for instructor roles. Matilda is the only known monitor assistant so far. Monitor Students - Students that are given the role to monitor their peers. There seems to be a head role given to the school's high-achieving students like Sonetto. They are changed routinely every day and can increase/decrease depending on the necessity.

Level System and Enrollment

Of course, a school would not exist without its level system. The SPDM has a curriculum in place that sections off the varying different age groups of the orphaned arcanists after taking them in. The average range of the arcanists they take in are between a few months to 4 years old at its possible max.

The youngest student that had arrived in the school is Vertin at 1 month old, while Matilda is the oldest known student that had willingly enrolled at around 6 to 7 years old. This means that enrolling at the school is possible if the arcanist family is known to the Foundation. (For our Foundation kids, Sonetto and Vertin are the only ones to have been adopted into the school, whereas the other three have family or at least a guardian prior to enrollment)

The age of which arcanists graduate from the school seem to vary, in which Vertin, Sonetto, Matilda, and Mesmer Jr. had graduated at 13-15 years old. Whereas Horropedia, claimed to have been "several grades above" the group when the breakaway incident had happened. He's estimated to have been 17 at the time of the incident, while the rest of the group were around 10-12. This makes the information conflicting at first glance.

But of course, figuring out this level system would be rather helpful. This would be considered as a K-10 or K-13 curriculum, and it seems that the students can be categorized by as "Academic Year # Semester #".

Nursery & Kindergarten (1-5 years) - Where new baby and orphaned arcanists who were taken in by the school are raised in the first few years at the school.

Early Stage (5-10 years) - Young arcanists start their academic journey in the school, where they learn about the world around them while being isolated from the outside. They also begin their physical/arcanum training as a means to strengthen them whilst their afflatus and arcane skills slowly develop and awaken over time.

Late Stage (10-12 years) - The age of which arcanists begin to awaken their arcane skill. They are given the materials and training to develop their arcane skills and are slowly introduced to the world around them, being shown the opportunities they could take based on their skillset and possibly being invited to explore the work environment. (Its also in this stage that the students have a change in uniform.)

Work Immersion & Graduation (12-15 years) - The arcanists will begin to do work immersion in the fields they choose to specialize in, to familiarize themselves in the environment and even make their placements in these fields early on. Eventually, they graduate and go into official work for their sectors within the Foundation.

Higher Education (15-18 years) - Student graduates who might choose to seek higher education as a means to train for more skilled positions in their line of work. This can give them more opportunities and guidance on their first few years of work.

Rules and Education

"May the peace be with us. May the peace be with mankind." The school's main pursuit for its students are some philosophers' exhortation: "Heritage, Honor, Rationality, Responsibility"

The education in SPDM is rigorous, and goes in depth about many of the topics at hand and also putting their students through difficult trainings to ensure that they are at their best physique and readied skills. They tend to be strict, and would have a consistent flow of tests to ensure every student studies well.

Their rules are also just as meticulous, wanting to make sure that their students' conscience and goals stay close to the ideologies of the school and the Foundation. Going from disallowing them from artistic/literary media that is "not advocated or approved by" the Foundation, treating outside attachments as "meaningless", and teaching students that they are meant to sacrifice themselves for the safety of mankind.

The school has a Student Handbook that goes through these rules and guidelines. The main idea and rule that the school imposes is to pay no heed to the world outside, as creating an attachment would only bring harm and regret. They are to focus on training themselves to serve their mission towards pursuing peace and order in the guidance of the Foundation until death, since all of the students are taught that they would die martyrs for the cause.

"To live is to lose things around us until the day we lose life itself to death. That's why we should only focus on the supreme missions." - Sonetto, Frogs and Toffee (3-2)

Some of these rules include the standard things (no skipping classes, no in-fighting) while also having rules such as no mass gatherings, conspiration against the school, acquiring and keeping contraband, leaving school grounds, etc. However, there are some liberties that are taken, such as having freedom with hairstyles, free use of arcane skills, etc.

Interestingly, one of the rules is that discussion about the "Storm" is forbidden. Its also forbidden to go out when its raining, and discouraged to discuss any incident that had occurred within the school.

There are routinely inspections that are carried out to make sure no rules are being broken, such as dorm checks and head counting. Monitor staff are also in place to ensure there is order among the students, and as mentioned previously, the school would have a head student monitor that would cooperate with the respective school monitor and monitor assistant. If strict supervision is required for any reason, the Foundation will step in and arrange to deploy their own units or Zeno recruits from the academy. (Like in the case of the Manus Vindictae's olitiaus having to be scouted out by Zeno recruits like Lilya)

Punishments

Punishments are of course, carried out based on the rule that is broken. Normally, these punishments wouldn't be so harsh (it just so happened our little troublemaker just actively likes to break major rules). The most normal of the punishments that have been given out so far is a timeout and confiscation of contraband. Of course, there is the more…extreme side.

With the little shit I mean Vertin having this tendency to break rules, one of the punishments we see her go through is isolation. There is a guardhouse in the school's campus where students who break major rules stay in it for a specific amount of time based on what rule is broken. The most merciful would be only a mention of the "Storm" (1 day with no food/water), the worst of it is mass gathering and what can be classified as rebellion (2 weeks with no food/water).

Campus

We currently have a complete map of the school thanks to chapter 3 and the manus. The school is walled off and has watchtowers to ensure that there are no outsiders (and of course, escapees). There seems to be air raid tunnels beneath the schools as well, why they were built in besides its main purpose is not known, but as we know it has been rarely used. In these air raid tunnels we find that there are also blast doors that border between the tunnels and the watchtowers.

There are no labels on where the guardhouses are, but they are of course meant to discipline the students. There are critters and tools at the kids' disposal, to mostly alleviate immediate problems. The guardhouse is checked regularly, and is cleaned up weekly. Though, some messages left behind by previous dwellers are left as is for the next to help guide them through.

George the Oak is a tree possibly situatied near the lake on the map, and is known to be a famous tree for the kids because of its age and its size. There, they can go in the tree hollow or even just sit under the giant leaves. Either way, it looks to be like a nice spot to go to for the students when they have free time. Sad it got cautioned off after the parade incident.

Employees from the Foundation headquarters have the freedom to enter the school campus and visit the facilities as they'd like, as we see with Constantine and Druvis meeting in the library, and Madam Z and Katz meeting in the sports field in chapter 4.

Lastly, the school is most likely situated next to the official headquarters building, and there is a town that is near the school since there was a time where Vertin and Sonetto went to watch an outsider parade from a distance.

Events

There are 3 important events for SPDM: The Annual Evaluation, Parade Ceremony, and the Graduation of Year 10 & Higher Education students.

The Annual Evaluation is where they evaluate the overall performance of their students, and rank them based on the evaluation. -Sonetto and Matilda had made it to the rankings prior to or during the 4th Year of the Storm. Sonetto made her way to rank 1, while Matilda had achieved rank 3.

The Annual Parade is to showcase the school's best image and boost morale, and with it, the school selects their best students to participate in a three-month intense training. Through this they would become the school's honor guard and represent the students in the best way possible. Before this, a pre-parade ceremony is held out to help practice and for the principal to send his regards/support to the students. -As again, one of the most outstanding students, Sonetto's "Parade Anthem" garment seems to be the honor guard uniform that she had been given, signaling that she was one of the chosen students for the training course.

And lastly, Graduation. Of course, the main focus here would be the year 10 students of SPDM; who officially become workers for the Foundation. We're not really sure how this ceremony happens, but it can be thought that the students will be given the choice to choose their paths immediately after the ceremony, or, it would be assigned to them.

Vertin and Mesmer Jr. are excluded from the choice/allocation, as they were both put into roles early on for special circumstances. For Vertin it was because she became the Timekeeper after the breakaway incident, and for Mesmer she had been put into the role of working in Laplace because of her lineage and heritage.

While Sonetto seemed to have chosen to be a field investigator, Matilda was assigned to her role as a Monitor Assistant.

Horropedia on the other hand seems to have sought out higher education since he stayed in the Foundation a bit longer than others, and thus graduated with such an honor. This made him able to start working in the external inspection unit as it seems.

Other notes on the Foundation kids before ending this megapost:

Sonetto has proven to be the most outstanding graduate of SPDM, and has been rewarded medals (i.e. Merit Medal of Session Eight) and even a ceremony stick because of her role as an honor guard.

Its very likely that Vertin was isolated from the rest of the students to train her for her role as the Timekeeper. Besides that, she is one of the most unique students of the school.

Mesmer Jr. had been assigned to work in Laplace's Rehabilitation Center at 12 years old, making her the youngest person to have started work among the five.

Besides Sonetto, Matilda has technically not seen her former classmates since graduation, and possibly has not seen Vertin for an even longer time.

Horropedia is the only person who had stayed in SPDM past the assumed graduating age, which makes me believe that he had received higher education or was held back by troublemaking…I can see both possibilities.

Overall, these are the observations that I was able to rule out. There are still some things that I might not have considered or taken to account yet, but that's just because I can't really tell if it can be added here + I wrote this at 5 am. SPDM's school system is a bit screwed because of the punishments and everything, but this entire guide feels like it can be comprehended better.

Thanks for reading to the bottom of this post. I'm open to answer questions as well as add into/fix the information here!

#reverse 1999 #vertin #sonetto #matilda bouanich #mesmer jr. #horropedia #spdm #lore analysis #vertin and mesmer need therapy for going through all that #the ring would've been a good field investigator just saying #isabella would have gone to work in one of the offices #man the storm and plot really said “no” #wdym horropedia had his horror-themed magazines confiscated??? #give them back to him !

[wifeofsnowbaird]

You Can't, You Can't Catch me Now I'm coming like storm into your town

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

Masterlist

[Mentor!Coriolanus Snow x time-travel, hg-era, tribute!reader x toxic!Finnick Odair (in the Peacekeeper era)]

Warning: gore, blood, gun and knife violence, serious injury, death, physical assult, possibly non-con...as I said, maybe...

Summary: You are a rebel, the last chance of the rebellion against President Snow. You're told to go on one last mission to kill the man who massacred Panem. It took you years to understand your mission when you became [name] Lily Baird, starting from the age of five till before the reaping day of the 10th Hunger Games.

The day you began your plan to destroy President Snow before he became the villain he was meant to become.

'Both sisters, Lucy Gray and [Name] Lily Baird are a part of the Covey, and though they have been chosen as tribute for both District 12 and 9 because of our own mistakes, we hope they will stay safe.'

You knew about [Name] Lily Baird, named after her because your mother was inspired by her fiery personality and strength, but now you realize that you were transported to a time before the Baird sisters died, one of sickness and one because of Coriolanus Snow himself.

'I will kill you, President Coriolanus Snow.'

Once you woke up your body shuffled around on the cold floor. Apparently, in the old Training Center where all the tributes stayed, they had no real bed or even a room and most people tended to sleep in bundles next to each other for body heat.

You slept next to your sister and the District 8 girl you had met, Wovey.

You had planned to make use of your skill, like Lucy Gray’s snakes, Haymitch had told you about [Name] Lily’s mockingjays. Unfortunately, a Peacekeeper appeared to take you and Lucy Gray out to the Arena to meet up with your mentors.

A curly haired boy walked up to you two and extended a hand in greeting towards the girl beside you, proceeding to introduce himself.

‘Hi, I’m Sejanus Plinth, and I’ll be your mentor!’

Lucy Gray grimaced before accepting his hand and following him as he led the way.

‘[Name], how was your sleep.’ 

A gentle voice made its way into your ear. You instinctively lunged toward the person behind you but they managed to dodge, but not without a slight scar from your sharp nails.

Coriolanus Snow, that bastard.

You glared at him before accepting that you can’t do much to get out of the situation. Nodding towards him, you looked toward the other tributes that practiced with their mentors.

Coriolanus rolled his eyes but left you gazing away from him as he wondered why you didn’t like him much.

What have I done? I suppose that since I’m her mentor she might dislike me but…No she likes me, I can tell by her red face.

‘I’ve been curious ever since I saw you, why have you been hurting me with your scratches like you’re some cat?’

You rolled your eyes and frowned once you noticed Snow’s vibrant blue eyes coast over your body and meet your eyes.

You laughed as you met his gaze. 

‘No Tribute likes their Mentor, Coriolanus Snow…Besides, I can barely trust you ’

It was the best you could come up with since your reasoning-you killed many people and are just an asshole-wouldn’t be taken at face value.

Coriolanus hummed, his electric eyes glaring down at you before he shook his head and pointed toward a bow and arrow near the Arena doors, his crimson academy uniform blinding you.

‘Let me teach you how to survive the Hunger Games,’ he paused, looking back at you for some clarification to continue.

‘Because I promised to take care of you.’

might do part 4 today

#tom blyth #tom blyth imagine #ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow x reader #hunger games #president snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus x you #yandere coriolanus snow x reader #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus smut #sejanus x lucy gray #sejanus plinth #sejanus deserved better #sejanus my beloved #tbosbas #tigris snow #lucy gray #lucy gray baird

[keeperesque]

hi, this is my dog! her name is magnolia mae and she's an elderly chihuahua-dachshund mix (estimated between 12-15 years old). she's a rescue we received from my roommate and best friend's late cousin about 5 years ago.

long story short, our sweet girl has been experiencing some severe and concerning health issues (extremely low RBC, WBC, Neutrophils, and Platelets), and she needs to have her bone marrow tested. this is extremely expensive (at least 1,200), and we're hoping to get some help. if you'd like more information on what's going on with her, that will be under the cut. otherwise, please consider using either of the below methods to help us take care of our sweet old girl!

ppal.me: @/daisyd0nati0ns (replace 0s with Os)

kof!: @/keeperesque

don't tag as d0nat!ons/etc, etc..

when we moved across the country during late 2020 to be with my wife, we brought her, as well as my elderly cat sampson and my two older rabbits, indie and digit.

2023, however, has not been kind to any of our pets. in february, we lost sampson to kidney failure - it was sudden and utterly heartbreaking. a month later, my wife found that digit had passed away in her sleep, and indie was put down shortly after due to health complications we could not afford to properly treat. since then, we've been extremely diligent with maggie's health - she eats special food for her kidneys, has vet appointments scheduled every 6 months, gets twice-daily walks, takes medication for her thyroid, and receives plenty of love.

unfortunately, starting with an emergency visit in september, maggie's been having severe problems with her blood - specifically an extremely low platelet count (33,000-55,000, normal levels are about 200,000), white blood cell count and neutrophils are extremely low, and she's extremely anemic. while she's on some medication to keep her stable, we aren't sure how long that will last, and it's taxing on her body.

after ruling out infectious diseases, we need to take her in to have her bone marrow looked at. the procedure, at the low end, will cost around 1,200, and up to 1,600, depending.

i also have pdfs available for anyone skeptical of these claims or who want proof of treatment.

we're not sure if we'll be able to save her, but we would at least like to know what's happening so we can make an informed decision on how to proceed, instead of watching and waiting for the worst. anything over the price of her procedure will, of course, go towards related expenses, such as treatments or end-of-life care.

if you read all of that, thanks. again, please consider helping us out!!

ppal.me: @/daisyd0nations (0 is an o)

kof!: @/keeperesque

have an extra maggie pic :)

#not peach #please rb and stuff #really anxious abt posting this but we are kind of desperate atm #i don't rlly talk a lot about my personal life online anymore fjkdlfs #so this is weird #and with her being so sick lately i don't have a lot of reasons to post pics 'cause it's jsut her sleeping in her beds mostly...

[softchouli]

When Katniss' third trimester collided with winter, she stopped going to the woods altogether. It was a reasonable decision advised by her mother who was now on close watch, but it didn't do any good to the intense uneasiness Katniss felt most of the time.

As much as she was trying to keep busy indoors, what seemed to placate her the best even if short-lived on some days, was Peeta's contribution to their child's bedroom.

She immediately took interest when he started to block out a variety of big green sections. Then her husband picked the comfiest armchair in the house and paired it with pillows, so she could watch for as long as she wanted, her favorite person doing their favorite thing.

On breaks Peeta would sit beside her, while she took one of his sturdy and contagiously warm hands in both of hers. Tracing and caressing the colorful smudges, hoping their child could take after him and inherit those very same hands.

As days flew by, flowers began to bloom on the gradient green that became intricate foliage, but with no onions in sight. Peeta diligently embellished all the flowers Katniss had taught him about. A wildflower garden shielded from wilting, curated with all the ones that bring hummingbirds and bees around.

Even Buttercup acquired a spot on the wall, peacefully curled up, fur in a generous rendition, surrounded by the blossoms that gave him a name. An old resilient little thing, he barely hears anymore and Katniss suspects he soon won't see too. He lays on Katniss' lap while Peeta paints, the cat's new habit consists of sleeping next to Katniss whenever he sees her close enough to do it, as if on duty to protect her belly.

Later on a ladder, Peeta moves to work on the ceiling. A lilac base starts to take form with pale pinkish clouds that meet his orange right on the corner of the wall that has a window. It looks just like the sunset's 12 displays in better weather. Like Peeta is ensuring their child's little world would still have a clear sky even in grayish times. It's so limpid that sometimes Katniss swore if she was sleepy enough the fluffy clouds would start moving lethargically.

"I can repaint when our child gets a little older and asks me for something else," Peeta told her, the day when there were no more blank parts to give life.

He knows it will take time for the baby to sleep in the room, even when the little one can finally be by their side. Katniss had long before accommodated a crib by the couple's bed, just to be sure it would fit perfectly there, and it has been the furniture's designed place ever since. However, putting the nursery together gives them a sense of a new reality. It makes them both aware of a future where everything good in their family could take a life of its own.

One night when he enters their shared bedroom, the sight of his wife on the bed greets him. She's frowning, seemingly lost in thoughts while working on soft wool, baby shoes judging by the size of the yellow piece she's holding. For months she's been doing all types of small-sized garments to occupy her mind and free time, and by now they could dress a whole town.

The moment she notices him and looks up, Peeta turns the lights off.

"What are you doing?" Tone telling him her frown it's even deeper now.

His answer comes in the form of him gently scooping her from the bed, "taking you two to see a surprise."

"Peeta I'm not looking forward to seeing the floor, turn on the lights, you're going to drop us all." She's clinging to him now, knowing well her full weight, precious baby bump included, are in utter safety in his arms. The years she was steadily taken care of in their hold could prove It.

That makes him chuckle, the rumble on his chest a feeling too familiar. She wants to stay annoyed but her body, the betrayer that it is, instantly relaxes towards his stable warmth.

"Alright, close your eyes."

"I don't know if you noticed yet…" she gestures in the air, "it's already pitch-black." She tries to state the matter-of-fact information with a brisk voice, but by the last word, her hand is back on his shoulder.

So Peeta, as best as he can, presses his forehead on hers. "My love, close your eyes please." He can feel the sigh she lets out against his face, and he's sure she can feel how that only served to amplify his grin.

"They're closed now, but I could be lying, and you wouldn't even know," she mumbled defeatedly.

The sound of his steps, so distracting for hunting, grew to be the kind of noise Katniss is most fond of in their home. The comforting signal that her husband was nearby. And said noise takes her to the faintest smell of paint. Their child's room.

"You can open them now."

There's no complete darkness when Katniss does as she was told to. Diminutive spots are carefully placed everywhere and they timidly shine, like fractionated versions of the sun that mirrors on the lake's surface.

As her eyes take in and get gradually used to it, Peeta slowly walks closer for further inspection so she can make more sense of the dots. The little bright circles have shapes, it's too delicate and detailed, he must've used one of those thin brushes to make this frizzy at the edges. And it's when it hits Katniss.

Dandelion seeds.

Dispersing as if they were being blown away by the wind, twirling in pretty, fluid patterns, going up to their child sky to take the place of stars. Forming constellations that seemed to be dancing just like the fireflies that accompany cicadas and dragonflies in the summertime.

"It's luminescent paint, it absorbs light so it can look like this when there's none," he says smiling, cheek pressed against her loose hair. "But I think it looks the brightest after getting exposed to natural light."

"Their last glimpse before falling asleep." She softly blurts out in awe, and as tears are threatening to spill over the edge; she manages to release a "thank you," right by the side of his neck, her best-loved hiding place.

"Katniss just a few more days until we can see them, my love" Peeta whispers against the crown of her head, squeezing her a little tighter, his endless effort to make her lighter.

The last thing Peeta remembers from that night is blurry, a mixture of them going back to bed, the slight dampness from the tears on the nightshirt his wife was grasping. The soft sounds of Katniss humming herself to calmness.

The first thing Peeta remembers from the next morning is clear as that first day of spring. It sent him running to bring Mrs. Everdeen. To help them finally welcome the permanent visit they couldn't wait any longer to receive.

#bread boy soon to be bread dad must look like bob ross painting ghibli scenarios #i didn't mention much but katniss' mom being close enough to spoil her with care on the last months as that baby much deserves #and i mean “baby” as in katniss btw #she's just being spoiled by everyone around tbh #also buttercup living long enough to meet their first born is THE DREAM #everlark #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #catching fire #mockingjay #thg #everlark fanfiction #words🩷

[katethewriter]

...... Can my fluffy be they get a dog named fluffy at a pet store together

Wanda+Nat+us(y/n)

Fluffy

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 1k~

Warnings: none, just fluff, fluffy, very fluffy, all puns intended

A/N: I changed it from a pet store to an animal shelter, I hope that is ok. Thank you so much for the request anon! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

"We have two litters of puppies at the moment, a set of terrier mixes and another group that is probably a mix of lab and german shepherd," Mary, the shelter volunteer says as she leads the three women through the kennels.

It has taken a while, but Wanda and Y/n were finally successful in convincing Natasha that Liho needs a friend. They had considered getting another cat, but having a dog is something that Y/n has wanted her entire life.

Her parents never allowed her to have a pet growing up, despite her begging for a dog since she was old enough to speak.

Natasha and Wanda are so tightly wrapped around her finger, Y/n only had to ask once and they immediately agreed.

Thats how they ended up here. In the animal shelter, they walk through rows of pins, each filled with dogs of all shapes and sizes. Most of the dogs wag their tails and barking excitedly as the group passes.

They come to a stop in front of a kennel with five black and brown puppies inside. "These are the shepherd mixes," Mary says as she opens the kennel door, so the women can go inside to pet and play with the puppies. "They're around 8 weeks old. They came in with their mom about a month ago."

One of the puppies jumps into Natasha's lap and gives her a big, slobbery lick on her cheek. Her two girlfriends try to hold back their giggles while she grimaced.

"They are all great dogs, friendly, playful," Mary nods her head in the direction of the smallest one, "that little brown one is a rascal though."

Y/n reaches out her hand to pet the puppy in question. He lets her pet him twice, then decides he'd rather wrestle with her, playfully nipping and pawing at her hand.

"Here," Mary opens the kennel door for them to exit, "the other litter is down here."

The four of them continue their trip down the rows. They look into the pins as they pass, and they can't help but smile.

As soon as the dogs catch sight of them, they stop their playing or eating or even sleeping and run to the doors. The women get their full attention as they paw at the kennel doors excitedly.

All except one.

"Who is this?" Wanda asks coming to a halt in front of a particular kennel on the left. She was the only one to spot him since the others were looking to the right.

The other three stop and turn to the cage she is pointing to.

Inside lays a golden retriever, clearly much older than the other dogs. The fur on his face has all gone white. The fur on his paws and tail have also begun to lose the tan color of the rest of his fur. He slowly raises his head when they stop in front of him.

"That's Fluffy," Mary sighs.

"Fluffy?" Natasha raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

Mary chuckles, "my niece named him when he came in.”

Fluffy rises from his bed in the corner and approaches them through the kennel door. His slow movements betray his age.

"How long has he been here?" Y/n asks, kneeling in front of the dog to greet him.

"7 years," the volunteer opens the kennel, but doesn't bother closing them inside. The poor thing is too old to try and take off. "He's our oldest current resident."

Fluffy sits between the women, soaking up all the attention he can get. His tail wags slightly at the pets he is being showered with.

Wanda looks up from the sweet dog, "how old is he?"

"12, part of the reason he's been here so long. He's the sweetest dog, but most people want a puppy or a younger dog who can actually play with them. Fluffy spends most of his time laying around and sleeping."

Natasha scratches under his chin, and he leans into her touch, "how did he end up here?"

"Was he abandoned?" Y/n asks.

Mary smiles sadly, "no, thankfully not abandoned or abused. He had a great home, but his owners died in a car wreck. They didn't really have family to take him in. So, he was brought here. We've been trying to find him a forever home, but no luck."

Fluffy lays down, placing his head Y/n's lap. She strokes his head gently, feeling like she has finally found the furry friend she has been begging for her whole life.

She looks up to her girlfriends, hoping for some kind of approval. The three of them look to each other and they all know.

They found the one.

Natasha stands and begins speaking with Mary about the adoption process, while Y/n and Wanda sit with Fluffy telling him about his new home and his fur sister, Liho, and how he is going to be cared for for the rest of his life.

"Here we go."

15 minutes later, Wanda holds the shelter door open while Y/n exits with a leash in her hand. They both coax Fluffy out of the door and onto the sidewalk outside.

Natasha and Mary follow close behind. The volunteer holds out a bag for Natasha, "here this is for you."

"What's this?" the red head takes the bag and peaks inside. There's a stuffed animal, several chew toys and a couple blankets.

"It's for him," Mary smiles, "some of the volunteers liked to give him presents on his birthday."

She kneels in front of the dog to say goodbye. "You're finally going home buddy. I think you're gonna like it there; you hit the dog-mom jackpot.” She gives him a final kiss and chin scratch, “you better behave. I told them you were a good boy, don't make me a liar," she playfully scolds before standing again.

"We'll take good care of him," Wanda promises.

The volunteer smile, "I'm not worried. Thank you so much for taking him in."

"Come on, Fluffy," Y/n scratches his head and lightly tugs the lead.

They wave goodbye, and the three women begin the walk to take care of their first order of business: take their new fur baby to the pet store and spoil him rotten.

Fluffy walks along between them, wagging his tail happily. After 7 long years in a shelter, he is finally going home, with a family he will have forever.

Three moms who are going to love and spoil him for the rest of his life.

He must be the luckiest dog in the world.

#k hits 1k! #i would die for fluffy #adopt dont shop #pet rescue #wandanat x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #wandanat #wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wanda maximov x natasha romanov #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov

[not-poignant]

hiya pia! I just saw your new puppy on Instagram!! congrats, he's so cute! I was just wondering, is he a rescue?

cuddles to him and Maybe 🤗

Hi anon,

He's not a rescue! We've always had rescue cats, which is actually part of the reason we can't get a rescue dog, lol. I'm about to talk a lot about it, so get ready! Lol

So firstly, in Western Australia, poodle x rescue puppies don't really exist at all in rescue organisations , and Glen and I are both allergic to highly shedding dogs as well as dogs with very short hair, and we needed a trainable / biddable puppy because we have a cat with a lot of behavioural issues. We've had to litter test each litter of puppies we've met with to see which ones were suitable / not suitable with our allergy issues.

Unlike other places in the world, poodles are actually very hard to find here, and as someone who's had my eyes on rescue organisations on and off for 10 years I can say with a lot of confidence we were never going to find a non-shedding puppy or dog without significant behavioural issues in a rescue. It was nearly impossible before the pandemic, and it's been impossible since.

Western Australia has a dog breed bottleneck, because before frozen sperm existed, most people had to pay around $10,000 to get a new dog of any kind because of the flight fees. On top of that, we have the strictest quarantine in the world. Any dogs to introduce new genetic lineages into a breed from overseas had to spend three months in a concrete cell, with no comforts and only allowed short visits per day. As a result, many of these dogs developed behavioural issues.

But this has meant that some purebreeds don't exist at all in Western Australia, or are just extremely uncommon. There's no medium poodles in Western Australia. There's only two active miniature poodle breeders. Borzoi aren't here. The list of like... fairly common dogs that don't exist here, or only exist in small numbers, is huge. And this means what filters into the rescues tends to be the most popular breeds - staffies, kelpies, malamutes, huskies, german shepherds, labradors and their mixes - all dogs we can't have as pets :(

So, we looked into purebreeds for a long time, and fell in love with some standard poodle puppies we met several months ago, but they were just too big for our cottage, and for our 12 year old 'I have so many behavioural issues Pia learned clicker training just to manage me' rescue cat.

We actually consulted with a trainer who specialises in PTSD dogs quite a few months ago before making this decision and deciding on Tobermory, and she was the one who suggested we go this path.

Rescues are great, I'm a huge rescue animal proponent, I've worked in both wild animal rehabilitation, animal fostering, and in animal rescue at various times in my life. For most people who aren't dealing with allergies (and keeping in mind that a low-shedding dog isn't hypoallergenic! Glen and I are still having allergic reactions, they're just not hives or asthma attacks, and we can manage congestion/breathing issues etc. with antihistamines + rescue inhalers), or who don't already have problem pets to worry about, it's absolutely one of the first avenues people should try!

But puppies from reputable and trustworthy breeders (whether mixes or purebreed) are often bred for qualities that can be more reliable in people who are trying to meet certain needs. And I advocate people go in that direction too if that's the only way they can have or live with a dog. Especially if they can meet with the breeder, meet the parents, meet the puppies multiple times, see (and check) health testing results, and those dogs are being registered, if not through a Purebreed Register (which honestly guarantees nothing except conformation, and often puts health and sometimes even temperament by the wayside), then through a reputable Register that has a code of ethics where you can report a breeder for poor practices and trust that they will be held accountable.

A small fluffy cutesy dog is actually not my favoured kind of dog in terms of how he looks. If I were picking a dog for cosmetic reasons, it'd be such a different dog!! :D I prefer borzoi, or leonbergers (two dogs that don't exist here), or landseer newfoundlands (doesn't exist here), or large munsterlanders (doesn't exist here) etc.

But in terms of temperament and what we need him for? He's perfect. Plus I can still breathe through my nose today and I'm not covered in hives, which is a win!

Anyway, I realise I could've answered this with a short 'no he's not a rescue' lol, but I feel like a lot of folks don't understand what it's like in Western Australia, one of the most isolated major cities in the whole world geographically, and what that means for genetic bottlenecks, issues with finding certain kinds of dogs in rescue, and how the chances of finding a rescue that works can drastically plummet if you're already dealing with pets that have stress, anxiety, and behavioural issues at home.

Maybe was this kind of rescue. She would have been euthanased before we got her. In fact she was literally 20 minutes away from being put to sleep, before we got her. She went on to develop multiple behavioural issues being a multigen feral with Bengal background, which is a pretty bad combo in Western Australian bushland (multigen feral cats are something else here, and have been mistaken for mountain lines in the bush). She's needed intensive and time-consuming management since we got her, and it means every other animal around her needs to be as easy to manage as humanly possible.

But yeah it's put me in an interesting quandary for about 7 years? Longer? At any rate, TL;DR not a rescue! :D

#asks and answers #personal #i could also talk a ton about my severe PTSD #and severe social anxiety #and my agoraphobia #and specifically looking for a trainable companion dog that's non-shedding #but like i think i've covered enough dsklfjadsfdska #anyway highly recommend folks consult with a trainer *before* getting a puppy #to talk about their needs

[oneatlatime]

The Blue Spirit

Before we get into the episode, a couple of thoughts that have been rattling around my brain: -Last episode was heavy. I need jokes please. -it's been a while since I've seen a hybrid animal. I thought those were going to be a running gag. -It's been a while since there has been any gorgeous background art. -The last couple of episodes have really pushed Sokka and Katara to the background. I'm missing the ensemble style episodes.

Episode time!

It's Zhao. Hi asshole. Actually this conversation is touching on something I've been wondering about:

The fire nation has bigger fish to fry than a quarter-trained 12 year old.

If this whole episode happens at night time I'm going to really miss my CRT.

Zhao is now turbo asshole. Also there's a weird blue cat on his roof.

Imagine having a sick day on an Appa couch. Heavenly. And where are they hiding this time? Why is there a giant tapestry?

Looks like this won't be much of a Sokka episode.

Not going to be a Katara episode either. This is a novel way of benching your side characters.

How does airbending make you go faster? I could see earthbending making you faster, just by moving your running surface, but how does Aang do it?

I do like roadrunner shenenigannery.

Momo doesn't understand English confirmed. Also he has green-tinted vision? Do his irises coat his pupils? That would be weird.

Behold! A non-hydrid animal.

"It's been almost an hour and you haven't given the men an order." Ouch. Burn.

I'm not much of a Zuko fan, but even I have to admit that this is a sucky situation in a long line of sucky situations. You have to feel for him here.

Frog popsicles. Did not see that coming. Note the lack of hybridity.

Now he looks like those arrow guys.

Using aerial weaponry against an airbender seems really stupid. I guess they've got numbers one their side.

Is literally everybody in this world a professionally trained acrobat? Do all four nations include that in the school curriculum?

Compensating?

Could the action wait until morning please? I can't see.

Zhao doubling down on the asshole behaviour. Not cool. Keeping someone barely alive in captivity for as long as possible has to be some sort of war crime. Waging a war for a century against an entire planet is probably also a war crime, so again, bigger fish. There are assholes that are entertaining to watch and fun to root for, and assholes that are just plain mean. Zhao is now firmly in the latter category.

Poor Momo is trying his best. Zhao's right about there being no one to rescue Aang this time though. Even Appa's benched by babysitting duties.

The blue cat is back. Clinging to the underside of a moving cart using just your fingernails has got to be murder on the hands.

Good lord these guards are blind. This episode is too dark for me to see anything but I still saw blue cat guy hot foot it into the compound. His mask even has white parts.

Oh god he's monologuing. Blegh. Although convenient for blue cat guy. A desire to monologue may be Zhao's most consistent character trait.

Did the frogs do that?

The hallway-that-eats-our-guys just ate one of our guys. What should we do? How about send two more of our guys down the hallway-that-eats-our-guys? And leave only one to guard the door keeping the world's most powerful bender contained? Sounds good.

CAT.

He extinguished that guy! That gets funnier the more I think about it. All that fancy bending, years of training, and your fatal weakness is a bucket.

Exactly how many of those sword flourishes were necessary?

I like the blue cat's theme music. It's some sort of wind instrument, a bit kazoo-like, but it sounds a lot like this plastic toy trumpet I had as a kid that I'd play with whenever I was mad at my parents. I loved that thing, but it mysteriously vanished one day.

Blue cat is doing some seriously precision sword bending. Imagine if he'd missed? How do you live down cutting off the Avatar's hands and feet?

It WAS the frogs! Caught red- um. Footed? Do frogs have hands?

The return of One Man Army Aang.

Blue cat is surprisingly go with the flow for having just been catapulted dozens of feet without warning. Stuck the landing too. Sort of.

I'm sure there's some fascinating fight choreography going on at the moment but I CAN'T SEE IT.

Aang can briefly function as a load-bearing helicopter. Briefly.

So… how many of these guards are dead?

I am a dumb! How did I NOT see that coming? I am dumb! Much dumb!

Turns out there is one hairstyle worse than Zuko's usual.

In addition to roadrunnering, helicoptering, and ladderwalking, Aang can also carry someone taller and heavier than him at high speeds while fleeing the enemy. Is there anything airbending can't do?

Or maybe it was the frogs. Also I just realised that Fire Nation ships are shaped like Fire Nation shoes. I bet those shoes give you bunions.

Zuko was out for a WHILE. Might want to get that head wound checked out.

This hit unexpectedly hard. This episode's second surprisingly heavy scene. Can't they at least hug?

Was the kazoo-trumpet diagetic all along?

"Did you make any new friends?" "No. I don't think I did." Me:

Appa is your friend, not your toothbrush.

Final Thoughts

This was a character episode disguised as an action episode. Which I did not realise until I figured out that Blue cat man was Zuko all along.

Firebender Zuko has chihuahua energy. Blue Spirit Zuko has cat energy. Discuss.

Everyone needed a hug this episode. Including me. Except Zhao. Screw Zhao.

Zuko seems much more confident with those swords than he is with his fire. I don't mean to compare skill levels; I have no way of evaluating that. I mean he seems more sure of his movements with swords. Fire makes him shouty. Swords make him dance.

Can't really say much about Sokka and Katara this episode, although I do like that the reason they're out of commission is a direct consequence of last episode's exploits. Makes the through narrative feel more grounded if the small things as well as the large plot points have continuity/consequences.

Momo! Poor Momo. He really tried! Actually, I've been assuming, but is Momo a boy lemur?

I am utterly indifferent to the Arrow guys. Nice bit of stealthy worldbuilding, but I'll eat my hat if they ever recur.

This episode was The Storm part 2. Parallel angst threads concluding in the two mains staring contemplatively in silence after each other? Yep. Storm Part 2. This episode may have had even less humour than The Storm. I found the recurring frog jokes worked better than the Sokka and Katara are sick jokes.

I've been kind of nitpicky about this episode, but don't get me wrong, I did enjoy it. Kind of really ended on a downer though. It's also contributing to a growing suspicion of mine: would they pour all this development into Zuko, and set up a more powerful villain to take his place, if they meant for Zuko to stay the villain? The show started giving us insight into Zuko's character, and arguably a reason to pity him, at the same time as it gave us those things for Aang - The Southern Air Temple. This show has 60-some episodes. Would you humanise your villain in episode three if he was supposed to be the antagonist for the rest of the show's run? You could, but it would be a waste of writing energy. So what's going to happen? Is this war going to have three sides? I can't see Zuko fully switching sides, when his reasons for chasing Aang are so personal. Whatever Honour means in the fire nation, Zuko's only way to get it back seems to be capturing Aang. I can't think of anything Aang could give him that would be worth forever forfeiting his Honour.

I think this episode made the correct choice, in not having Zuko say anything when he wakes up in the forest with Aang. Like the end of the Southern Air Temple, and the end of (I think?) the Winter Solstice Part 2, some moments are enough - no dialogue needed. But - bear with me as I stray into fanfiction territory - wouldn't it be fascinating to hear the conversation Aang and Zuko might have had? And isn't it neat that Aang chose the conversational topic he did - not questioning why Zuko rescued him, but attempting to reach out? There was a choice made in his one-sided conversation with Zuko that I want to pick at. I can't put into words why I found that short scene so impactful. But I want to pick at it.

I'll be rewatching this episode on the CRT in my parents' basement when I can, because the brightness on my little laptop just does not go high enough. This episode was dark. Fittingly so, but still. I want to SEE.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #the blue spirit #avatar the last airbender

[kris-mage-fics]

Hey y'all, I really don't want to write this, but since I'd talked about our cat, Jade, being sick in the summer I figured I should give an update. (In case anyone wants more context, here's where I talked about Jade: part one, part two, and part three.) Sadly this will be the last update. So I'll put it under the cut.

Jade was doing a lot better for quite a while, like I said in the third update. Though she started declining more around the beginning of the month. Then yesterday she took a huge turn for the worse. Even the day before she was doing quite a bit better. Tbh I wonder if somehow she knew to hang on until after my birthday. That sounds very silly, but I can't shake the idea that she knew. We have an appointment for later this afternoon. But I wanted to write this before hand because I don't think I could afterwards. I've lost a lot of cats (and human people) over the years, so this isn't something new. But it's not any easier. Though it's pretty new for my husband and he's taking it hard. I'm really going to miss her. Jade is such a sweet cat, and everyone who's met her loves her. We adopted her almost exactly 12 years ago (January of 2012), and we think she was at least a year old at that time. It's hard to imagine her not being here with us, since we'd only been married a few years when she came into our lives. Okay, I know this part really sounds batty, but I honestly believe she picked us. We adopted her from a local cat rescue through a little local pet store, and when I held her she did. not. want. to. be. put. down. (Normally she isn't fond of being held for long.) My husband wondered off to look food bowls and toys and stuff. When he came back and saw the expression on my face and how happy Jade looked, he said "Well, it looks like we have a cat!" (Btw, the folks at the cat rescue named her Jade, that wasn't me, surprisingly enough given my huge love of rocks!) I don't really have anything else to say about it right now. I imagine when I'm feeling better at some point I might post some pictures of her and talk about some cute and funny stories.

#pet death #we knew this was coming at some point but it's still hard tbh #so yeah I probably won't be doing great for a while #tbh I'm kinda glad this happened now because my partner always has the time between Christmas and New Years off #so he got to spend more time with her and he doesn't have to pretend to be okay at work #Jade

[peterpparkrr]

Hurry down the chimney tonight

peterpparkrr’s 12 days of holiday drabbles

6. Christmas party + Roy Kent

Summary: You’re the 2 sober people at the work Christmas party.

“You’re not drinking,” You comment as you wander over to where Roy Kent is leaning against the bar, his standard beer bottle noticeably absent from his hand, instead replaced by a water.

He grunts in response.

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant,” You tease.

“You’re not drinking either,” Roy comments as he gestures down at the Ginger Ale in your own hand. “Something you want to tell me?”

You shrug as you smirk back at him.

“My niece tricked me into doing a dry December,” He tells you with a sigh.

“Isn’t it supposed to be dry January?” You ask as your brow furrows.

“Ask Pheobe,” Roy grumbles.

“I’ll have to.”

“You’re not actually pregnant are you?” Roy suddenly asks. 

“No,” You reply with a giggle. “I’m babysitting Keely and Rebecca. They just enable each other when they drink together so I'm trying to rein them in.”

“The owner and social media manager of the club being flight risks does not fill me with confidence about the organization,” Roy comment as he sees Rebecca and Keely shouting the words to “Santa Baby” at each other while laughing uncontrollably.

“But a coach who’s in the palm of his eight-year-old niece is normal?” You tease as you raise an eyebrow at him. While he just glares back at you you shake your head. “I’m kidding, I happen to think it’s adorable.”

“Team solicitor’s gotta watch out for liability,” You add. “And if I’m going to get messy I’ll do it when I’m not on the clock.”

“Good to know,” Roy replies.

“You know what?” You say. “I think Ted’s more than capable of making sure Rebecca and Keely get home safe, what do you say we go get a drink not in the same room as our bosses? I’ll even order you a Shirley Temple and pretend it’s for me.”

Roy glances at you but nods. “Sure.” 

“Can you get our coats? I’ll say our goodbyes and meet you at the door in 10,” You tell him as you glance around. “Ehh, fifteen since Ted’s had a few.”

Roy nodded again as you set off to say goodnight to your coworkers.

“Finally asked out the lovely lawyer did ya?” An unmistakable southern twang asks as Roy turns around to see Ted grinning at him.

“Ted,” Roy greets him.

“Beard’s gonna owe me five pounds, he didn’t think you’d do it before the holidays. Oh boy! I feel like the cat that’s caught the canary!” Ted hoots. 

“You bet a fiver on me asking her out?” Roy asks in disbelief.

“Hey! Don’t bite my head off. We’ve gotta do something to keep up staff morale,” Ted replies. “Will actually bet that she’d be the one to ask you out, feminism and all that,” He adds.

“She was the one who asked me,” Roy replies.

“Oh, rats!” 

“I don’t know that it’s a date, we’re just…”

“Two people, who are mutually attracted to each other, going to get a late night drink at a second, more private and romantic location even though neither of them are drinking tonight, right, right,” Ted rambles off.

“Ted,” Roy sighs.

“A lady asking you to get a drink is an invitation on a date,” Ted reiterates.

“Ted! Roy and I are about to head out, can you make sure Rebecca and Keely get home alright?”

“Of course! You two lovebirds have fun!” Ted replies before shooting off to find Coach Beard, leaving you and Roy standing there.

“Wow,” You mutter.

“Ted doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Roy grounds out as he turns to look at you.

“He doesn’t?” You ask in surprise. “Are we not… Isn’t getting a drink…?”

“Is it a date?” Roy asks.

“I was hoping it could be,” You admit with a half shrug of your shoulder. “Unless you’re not interested, then it can just be two friends. Or colleagues-”

“It’s a date,” Roy states as he places a hand on your back to lead you toward the door. “It’s definitely a date.”

#peterpparkrr's holiday drabbles #12 days of holiday drabbles #roy kent #roy kent fanfic #roy kent x reader #roy kent drabble #roy kent reader insert

[alollinglaughingcat]

i have so many kittens rn its silly so i made a gallery of some (some!) of my cats' ages XD

Frito is a bottlefed kitten I just picked up today, alongside their three siblings, Cheeto, Dorito, and Lay. They're 3 weeks old

Maya is a stray kitten my mom found outside three days ago, and she's a bit older than a month old, around 5-6 weeks old

Checkers is my long-term foster kitten, whom I've had since she was 2 months old, and she's now 8 months old about. I also fostered her sister, California, for a month. Checkers had a bad reaction to fluids (or the needle was contaminated) that caused her skin to split open, and she's got a few months left of healing to go!

Mac n Cheese is my wobbly syndrome cat, whom I've had since she was 6 weeks old and I swore was still under a year but she's actually a month over at 1 year, 1 month! :O time flies!!! my baby's so fat now!

Gizmo, not pictured, is another cat I have, who's about 2 years and a half now. Very smart and knows sit, high five, and spin! :) My mom also found him as a stray, same age as Maya, and he gave all my cats (and me) ringworm lmao

Princington and Battle Axel were two cats I also had who are now deceased and they were the same age, only about a week apart, and would both be 3 and a half years by now (Prince died at 1 year, Axel at ~2)

Tweetie aka Sweetie aka Angel is a cat I've had since childhood, so I can't remember her exact age. She was born on my grandma's farm, and we took her and Tommy aka Mustard (now deceased) when they were weaned off their mom, so about the 5-6 week mark

Sheldon is another cat I have, big fatto, and my mom fostered him since he was a bottle baby and kept him because he had anger issues and she feared no one would take him and he'd get euth'ed. He's about 9-11 years, I'm not sure of when he came into the picture even though I remember him as a kitten

Shadow is our old boy, somewhere in the 14-16 year old range. His ears are all fucked cause he got something like a hematoma in them and blood burst. He's a good boy but hell at the vet, so since the ears aren't lethal/painful, we didn't do much past give him meds for infection and clean his ears. He has a sister named Macaroni who is very chill and does not look as old as Shadow does lol

Also had a cat named Princess and another named Misty before them, but only faded memories :)

I had hamsters (Digger, Gumball) and guinea pigs (Marvin, Sweetflower) previously as well, had a rabbit (Cookie Dough aka NumNum) briefly, and currently have one some-months old hamster named Buster who loves biting people, and two gerbils, Gemini aged 1 year and Mama Virgo a few months older. Gemini had a sister named Libra that previously mentioned California ate. My mom also has ducks, chickens, and guineas

and not to mention our dogs! Shaggy is like a 4 months old sheep-a-doodle, then Adrian the mini pom is like 10 years old, Rocky the Shih Tzu is 12-14 years old, and Sonny the mutt is pushing 19 years old! We previously had a pom named Destiny who died at like 15 and PP aka Penelope the German Shephard mix who died young at 10 years old because of arthritis/other conditions

its going to be so strange going from so many animals to 2-3 cats, 3 critters when i move for college lol

#random #cats #kittens #kitties #foster kittens #wobbly cat syndrome #old cats #cat ages

[citystoryscapes]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

yayyyy thank you for the tag deepa, who is the best! @fiercynn <3 I've been meaning to participate in this for agessssss

since there are both recent newcomers to bbs fandom and people like me who are new to bbs tumblr, i thought i'd create a getting-to-know-you meme for people to introduce themselves if they want! all questions are optional

note: i consider "fanworks" to pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc. please include this note with the meme unless you have a different definition!

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

hey, I'm rain! that's not my actual name but it's all the internet is getting. my pronouns are she/they. I'm in my 20s and a grad student, and fandom has been a (selectively) great place for me in terms of finding supportive, brilliant friends. I like to write a fair bit; occasionally, I post it too. I also like cats, big cities, good tea, and old houses.

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

I'd heard about bad buddy because it was airing around the same time as another show I was watching, but I wasn't toooo interested until episode 5, part 4/i4. when I tell you that kiss UNLOCKED SOMETHING IN ME... I caught up on the first 5 episodes pretty much immediately after that while quarantining alone over Christmas, and it pretty much kept me sane. I watched the rest of the show as it aired- please spare a moment of silence for the people who had to wait out the two-week gap between episodes over New Year's.

bad buddy has always made me SO genuinely happy and hopeful, reminding me that there is hope for queer Asian people even if our families aren't always supportive.

favorite ship(s)

patpran, inkpa, and some comic relief waikorn

favorite character(s)

in terms of fanworks, it's a very close call between pran and pat, but I think pran is my favorite by a hair! I love his character arc throughout the show! I especially love his confidence and the way he grew into himself. pran might win in terms of being inspirational, but I have to say, I LOVE well-written pat meta.

in terms of who I'd like to channel in real life, it's obviously ink. she is the absolute coolest, a proud simp, and a protective girlfriend.

(I'm great at avoiding making choices)

favorite episode(s)

episode 5, because what could ever compare? I also love parts of episode 3 and 11 (I'm saying this as if I don't love the entire show).

favorite scene(s)

ep 5 rooftop kiss!!!! ep 3 bus stop and mini elevator scene; ep 4 pran's injury and the three wontons dinner; ep 6 beach scene where they're paired up in the game; and their trip to the market, ep 7 confession scene; ep 9's 'anyone taller than me is fine'!!!!! ep 11 bus scene, beach scene, and song montage; ep 12's entire bait and switch reveal, and pat pran's dinner out with friends.

see what I meant about avoiding making choices?

one thing you would change about the show if you could

seconding deepa, WHY DID INKPA NOT KISS??? also this isn't a change I would definitively make to the existing show, but I'd love a b-side where we see patpran's relationship in the years between their graduations and pran's return from Singapore.

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

I can't believe this is a question I am legitimately choosing to answer:

Fic:

make my body say ah, ah, ah by Sabulum

heart in a cage by sunshinedobi

paradox by Everybodyknows

dynamic by riddles2

a nose boop and the rest is history by seekingmoonscapes

don't forget me when I let the water take me by gilly_bean

your love is your life by threewontons

Videos:

same page by dkyth73

just friends by fiercynn and scribe

dancer by coldties

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

technically I've only published one bad buddy fanwork (it's a fic called these violent delights). my favorite thing I've created for the show is an unpublished canon-divergence fic where patpran have sex and possibly get together during their ep 6 beach trip

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

I'm sticking to the classics; same page and just being friendly by tilly birds are my top choices. I also made playlists for pat and pran, for said unpublished fic, so here's some of the songs I picked for both:

for pat: the loneliest time by carly rae jepsen, double take by dhruv, better by khalid, the enemy by andrew belle

for pran: washing machine heart by mitski, 18 by 1D, and dancer by leon

idk anything else you want us to know?

I love all of you smart meta writers, I'm kissing your big beautiful brains

okay i'm literally going to tag all of my tumblr mutuals that i think are still in the fandom (if i missed anyone sorry!!), but also if you want to do the meme consider yourself tagged! please don’t let this flop lol 🤞🏽

#bad buddy #bad buddy getting to know you meme #bad buddy fanworks rec #patpran

[mapofthebu]

The Canon Storyline of BU /HYYH : A Summary (Part 1)

The Original Timeline and the First Few Loops ( covering school years and the events in Webtoon)

cw// blood, death

The story begins with our main protagonist, Jin. Jin was brought up in a neglectful home, raised to be a good and obedient kid. In Year 19, he is enrolled in his father's Alma mater for the last two years of high school (he had been studying in America before this)

On his first day, he gets late for school, and along with 6 other boys given the task of cleaning the storage classroom. These 6 boys are the rest of the BTS members, and the 7 quickly bond over their cleaning duties.

A quick history of the rest : Yoongi - mother, who was a musician, di*d in a fire when he was around 15 years old. Hoseok - mother abandoned him in an amusement park when 7, grew up in an orphanage. Joon - breadwinner of his family since his father is physically unwell.

Taehyung : lives with an alcoholic, abusive father Jimin : carries a childhood trauma that resulted in psychogenic seizures. Been in and out of hospitals since he was 8 years old. Jungkook : lives with his mom and step- father, feels unwanted and isolated.

The 7 skip school and go to the beach on 12 June, a memory which would become precious to Jin and others. It's on this day, Yoongi and Jungkook start to become close.

However, unknown to all of them, Jin was actually spying on the other 6 and reporting their shenanigans to the Principal. He would do this to keep himself safe from his father. In this way, Jin unintentionally gets Yoongi expelled from school in June, Year 20.

Meanwhile, Joon has to drop out of school due to financial pressures, and Jimin gets a seizure again, causing him to be admitted in the hospital again. Out of guilt, Seokjin goes back to America in the summer holidays, and the group of 7 breaks apart in Year 20.

In Year 22, Jin's father calls him back to Songju. Once he returns, he becomes curious about the lives of his friends, and on 11 April sets out to search for them. He spots JK in school, Joon at a gas station.

On 22 May, feeling uneasy , he goes to meet Joon, only to find out he was now in jail. He meets him in jail, and finds out that Yoongi and Jungkook di*d, Hoseok and Jimin are in hospital. On his way out, he sees Tae getting arrested for stab*ing his father.

Deeply upset, he goes to the same beach they had gone as kids, and feels responsible for their fates since he used to snitch in school. He wishes to time travel, and a white cat speaks to him about it.

The next day, we are back to April 11. It takes him two three loops to realize that he has indeed traveled back in time. Once he does, he becomes determined to save all of them.

In his first few attempts, he tries to save them himself. He prevents Joon's fight that led him to be arrested, he saves JK from falling off and Yoongi from the fire. Similarly, he saves Hoseok on the bridge and helps Jimin break out of the hospital.

However, on 22 May, the loop takes a terrible twist as he arrives too late to prevent Tae from stab*ing, and instead gets stab*ed.

We now arrive at a fresh loop, however this time Jin has an understanding that he doesn't have to be the only one saving the rest, and that he can't do this without help, which is something that the cat had mentioned. This now begins the timeline we see in the first book, Notes 1

Part 2 will be uploaded soon!

#bts #bts hyyh #hyyh #bangtan universe #mapofthebu

[my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife]

One more drink III- Pierre Gasly series

Thank you so much for all the likes and reblogging and of course the following!🧡

Hope you guys will like this part also! ☺️

If something is written like this then it means that the conversation is on Hungarian.

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage

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They guys were really lovely addition to our afternoon and early evening. They were talking, telling jokes. We can say that the whole entertainment area were loud because of us. We closed up everything some of the guys waited for us so we could walk together to the parking lot.

“ Good night guys, see you tomorrow morning!” I waved at them while I was walking up to my car.

“Gina is that your car?” Carlos asked while pointing at my most important and precious thing in my life, my car.

“Yep” I nodded confidently at them. I worked my ass off to used my saving which was I putting on the side since I was 14 years old so at the age of 20, I could buy one of my dream cars. I have had a few dream cars to be honest, most of them were big American cars like Mustang, Chevrolet, but this one is a Dodge Challenger Hellcat (x). It was an chrome orange coloured beauty, with a huge engine which can purr like a cat. “This pretty kitty cat in here is my beloved one, my one and only. Then I have the bar after it.” I smiled and giggled and them while I unlocked the car.

“You need to take me for a ride in this one!” Daniel was shouting from the other side of the parking lot.

“For sure dude, see you guys tomorrow!” I laughed and sat in the car and I have started it, and while I was waving them I was driving to the way to my flat.

~ Race day ~

Everything was hectic, I thought that we were full on Thursday and Friday, but boy I was so wrong. The Hungaroring was fully packed, you could not even drop a needle in that crowd. I only have had to walk one time through the whole paddock when I arrived for working and it was still a torture. I have seen some of the guys we have waved to each other from far away.

I was really busy for the whole day, the only time I could sat down was for my lunch, and it was like for two minutes. Once the race has ended people started to come to the stands, to have a drink or some of them have already left, so it was starting to be a little bit less crowded. I have tried to watch the Grand Prix on the big screens we have had around us, and I was listening to the speakers while I was bartending, but paying attention to multiple things is hard even though if you are woman.

It was after 6 pm when I finally took off my apron and I could sit down because my shift has ended. With a huge sigh I sat down next to our stand at one of the tables with a cup of water in my left hand and my pack of cigarettes in my right hand. I let my dark red hair out of that painful ponytail and I have ran my hand through it, which was always tricky because I have really wavy hair. I was about to light my cigarette when someone stopped in front of me.

“You know that smoking is really unhealthy “ 

“Pierre there are so many things in life which is considered as unhealthy, and I guess you came to the bar to have a drink. And alcohol is pretty much unhealthy also, so I think we are equal.” I looked up at him smiling while pointing at the wineglass in his hand.

“Touché. Are you finished for the night?” He looked at me while shifting from one feet to another.

“Yea finally and hopefully we won’t have that huge crowd we have had before so I don’t need to get back behind the counter. My feet is killing me” I was massaging my feet, after stepping out of my sneakers. Even if it was the most comfortable sneaker on earth, standing 12 hours in it still gets really uncomfortable and painful.

“Glad to hear that, so can I have that one drink we have agreed on yesterday?” He smiled at me with a cheeky smile while pointing his wine glass to the way of one of the wine fridge. “Hope you have not come here with that pretty car of yours.”

“No I left it at home, we agreed on with my brothers that once the race is over we are going to have a shot of tequila, because we have deserved it, so I came by bus today.”

“Perfect so, white dry one is the one you like as I have heard right?”

“Yes, and if you are interested having that one, I can bring you with a bottle I just need to put my shoes on first “I was trying to get up while getting back into my sneakers when Pierre put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down into the chair with a warm smile on his face.

“No, I’m gonna buy a bottle of that one for us, but you are not getting up from there. As I can see you have other employees, I bet they can help me with this.” He winked at me while he turned to face our bartenders. As I sat back with a thankful smile on my face, I lighted my cigarrette and I exhaled a big cloud of smoke. I could already feel myself getting more relaxed. I can’t even remember the last time that we were working this hard, since we have opened the bar.

“Why is everyone in here smoking that just like it was good?” I snapped my head to the way of the voice and I saw other drivers have arrived and sat down at the table next to me. Carlos looked at me with curious eyes while nodding the way of the cigarrette.

“You know, here at the Balkan area of Europe all we have for fighting with our miserable life is, alcohol, mostly for us wine and pálinka, swearing and cigarettes.” I smiled at them.

“Here you go, I don’t know why but your staff did not want me to give you a wine glass” Pierre said while giving me a big plastic cup filled up with wine. “Also I have no idea why they wanted to fill up your glass with sparkling water. I asked her not to do that but she still gave me a big bottle of water. “ He put down the water next to me with a confused look on his face, and I was giggling. I looked at one of our employees behind the bar, and she was just waving back at me.

“It’s because I usually drink out of those type of cups, they know my order by hand.” I smiled at them. “Okay so Hungarian drinking 101 is comming to your way guys. I bet you have heard of wine sprizter before.” I looked around to see if some of them know what I’m talking about. But they were looking back at me with a confused look on their face. “Oh come on. Rosé and white wine with sparkling water? No one? Really? Okay now it’s obligatory that you are trying that! “I jumped up, and I put my sneaker back on my feet. Gathering some cups and wine and sparkling water from the fridge on a tray. “Okay so wine spritzer or as we call it in here fröccs is a big thing especially in the summer. This drink is really a Hungaricum. There are at least 20 type of mixing rates for this drink with different names, which are funny and sarcastic ones for us, but it’s really hard to translate them. It’s really just wine and sparkling water and you can play with the ratio of the water and the wine in your cup. And it’s all about the harmonization of the wine and the sparkling water” I was informing them while I put down the cups in front of them and starting to make some of that wine sprizer. I was about to fill Pierre’s cup too, when he looked me in the eye with a smile on his face.

“Gina, haven’t you ended your shift like 20 minutes ago? Sit down, and drink” He grabbed gently my upper arm pulling me down on the chair. “We can fill up our cups with no problem.” I smiled back at him while trying to hide my blush by drinking from my cup. I always thought that he is really a attractive man, with that beautiful blue eyes, with that cheeky, flirty smile. It was really hard not to blush if he looks at you. The night was going perfectly, we have had so much fun. The guys were really friendly they were asking questions about me and my brothers and the business.

Everyone started to get a little tipsy, the guys were no longer drinking just wine, they have started to order other type of alcohol like whiskey, rum and somehow tequila got on the table also.  I was feeling tispy, not completly drunk but really tipsy, I was swaying on the music which was going on in the background from our speakers while laughing one of the jokes of the guys, when my youngest brother put down the huge bottle of tequila infront of me with some lemons, salt and few shotglassses. I looked back at him with a shocked expression on my face.

“Do you remember that we have had an agreement, right sister?” Erik looked at me with a huge grin on his face, while wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Oh no, if I will have a shot of that one, I will be ruined.” I whined and I put my hands together as I was praying for him. “Don’t do this to me, Erik please!” 

“Ah-ah, we agreed on something, there is no way out of it and you know that one!” My other brother grabbed my shoulder from behind.

“Okay, okay but please don’t...” I started to ask my other brother when I saw he took out a much bigger shot glass for me and started to fill it up to the top. “fill it up that much... What the fuck is that? That’s not a fucking shotglass it’s a fucking mug!” I screamed while pointing at the big glass and I heard Pierre laughing behind me. “Oh don’t you dare to laugh, you are getting your own one too. And the others also! If I’m going down, I’ll take all of you with me!” I pointed at them while I picked up my huge glass with a lemon on the other hand.

“Oh I have had no idea that we are talking about going down you, I’m here for the challenge.” Pierre winked at me, while leaning closer and he picked up the shot glass infront of me. I was surprised by his comment and I froze down a little. He was openly flirting with me, and not even with little easy ones. I knew that drivers can be a flirty type of one, but still it was making me surprised and I was a blushing mess. I tried to convice myself that it was because the weather was really warm and I have already had a few drink, but it was not working. Pierre and I know really well that it was because of his comment. He drank the tequila pretty quickly and shook his head. “Come on, you don’t want it to get warmer from holding it way to long” He put his finger under my cup and started to move it closer to my lips. 

“Hey Pierre, I think Charles wants to say something to you! “I tried it pathetically, but it worked out, he turned his head and I leaned forward and poured the half of my drink into his cup. Most of it went everywhere.

“Hey! Gina, come on!” He turned back laughing while trying to stop me by holding my hand. “Okay let’s make a deal, I will have the half of this if you are going to the club after with us.”

“I really don’t like clubs but I really don’t want to drink this either, so okay deal.” I put my hand out for shaking his hand for it.

“Okay perfect” He smiled at me and shook my hand and he picked up the glass and drank it. “So are you ready chérie?” He looked at me and holding his hand out for me to grab it. I was looking at him surprised and I shot back my portion, shivering to the familiar feeling of the bruning alcohol and I grabbed his hand. “ You are not ready for my dancing skill, chérie” I winked at him and it touched his soulder while putting and extra emphasis on the word chérie for him.

Going to a club with the world’s nearly most famous and richest people is a completly different experience then going to a club with your friends in your 20s. We went to one of the fanciest place in the middle of the city. They were playing some kind of R&B and different electric music on those huge speakers, you could really feel the beat in your chest pumping.  After that shot of tequila I started to feel pretty drunk. They guys were really loud ones, laughing at everything while dancing ridiculously at the music. After an hour of dancing I needed to feel like I have to drink something. I went to stand next to the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice me, but all he cared about some ladies who were obnoxiously cackling really loudly. I know really well you have to be really nice to get the best tips from the customers but still, those girls were one inch from sitting on the top of the counter saying please just take me home with you. 

“ Hey pretty one, can I buy you a drink?” I turned around to see a really tall guy behind me with a smirk on his face. He was covered in tattoos, that were really visible from his shirt. 

“Thanks, but no. I can buy my own one.” I smiled back at him nicely and turned back to face the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention.

“Come on, it’s just one drink.” He put one of his arms next to me on the counter so I was caged infront of him. “And maybe you can give me your number also.” He had the same smirk on his face, while he was looking really obviously down on my chest. I was wearing a black spaghetti strapped top and he was clearly looking in my top down on my cleavage.

“I think she said she is not interested in your offer!” A deep voice cut through the loud music. I tried to peak through the guy’s shoulder and I saw Pierre’s angry eyes, looking back at me. 

“Dude there are plenty of other girls you can bring home, leave this one for me.” the guy barked back to him. 

“Okay, that’s enough! I’m not going home with anyone, so back off buddy!” I put both of my hands on his chest while I tried to pushed him back from me. “ I don’t need you buy me a drink and I will definetelly not going to give you my number. “ I stepped out of his embrace and started to walk back to the booth were the guys were hanging out. I looked back at my shoulder and I saw Pierre was walking behind me. “Thank you for stepping in, I have fought a few matches like this before.” I smiled at him. “ You know two old brothers I have back at home they have tought me a few tricks and self defense moves.” I winked at him, while grabbing my bag. 

“Yea I realised quickly that I don’t have to worry about you defending yourself, more like for the guy’s health.” He smiled back while I grabbed my bag. “ Are you leaving?” 

“I should really get going, it’s been a long weekend for the both of us.” I smiled at him putting on my jacket. “ Are you guys leaving Budapest tomorrow?”

“I will walk you out and wait for a taxi for you.” He grabbed his jacket also. “Some of us might, I will leave on Tuesday.”  I said goodbye to the guys, some of them insisting to get my number or at least my instagram account so when they will come back here, we can hang out again. 

“Oh no. I will just walk home, I don’t live that far away from here.” I shook my head while waving the guys and opening the entrance door of the club.

“You will definetelly not walk home! If you don’t want to take a taxi than please at least let me walk you home.” He smiled at me while holding the door open.

“Pierre I can’t ask you to walk me home. I will be fine, I have walked it many times at this hour, or even later.” I giggled. ”And you are not that familiar with the city so then you have to find your way back to here.”

“No, I will just call a cab and it will take me back to the hotel, don’t worry about it. So which way?” He was looking around in the street for the way to go. 

“Okay, I guess I can’t talk you down on this. Come, it’s this way.” I pointed at the way to a little street down the road. It had many bars around on that street.” I usually go bar hopping around in here with my friends sometimes, they have pretty good bars in here.” 

“ So next time we will go bar hopping then.” He winked at me

“ Next time?” I looked at him in a questioning way. “ So are you aready planning to have a next time in here?” We were walking on the quiet part of the street, skipping some puddles that were in our way due to the big rain in the daytime.

“Of course, I would. I was already planning to ask you if you are free tomorrow?” He smiled while we reached the gate of my apartment, and he was leaning on the wall next to the gate. 

“I have no plans for tomorrow, so yes I’m free.” I smiled at him while I was searching for my keys in my bag. “What do you have in mind?” 

“Let it be a surprise, but I do need some of your tourguiding skills” He winked at me. “See you tomorrow then.” He pushed himself off the wall and walked to the side of the road trying to catch a taxi on the road. “ Be ready around 10, okay?” A taxi stopped and he opened the passanger side of it. I just nodded with a small smile on my lips, I was totally blushing. He smiled and waved to me and sat in the taxi.

“Good night Pierre.” I said back while I watched the taxi leaving the little street and turning right to the main road. I was trying to put the code in the gate to open while I was trying to understand what just happened today. Pierre Gasly did just really asked me if I was free for tomorrow? And wants to spend the day with me? I was totally daydreaming while I was walking up on the stairs to my apartment door, when I got two notifications on my phone. 

@pierregasly started to follow you. @pierregasly sent you a message.

“Good night Chérie!”

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[forthedancingandthethriving]

I need to write more about Lil Coding and Mario,, they're such an underrated duo, like they got really close during Factory Reset and all that,,

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Lil Coding does not like this version of his dad, he decides immediately.

He wasn't sure why at first. Everyone in this alternate world was.. different, to say the least. At first, Lil Coding thought he was in the past and certain events hadn't happened, but after hearing and seeing certain things, he'd come to realize that it was an alternate world he was in.

He was.. iffy, with these versions of his family and friends. It was the way they handled this world's version of his Uncle Mario that really put him off. Calling him a lazy moron, fat, stupid, and so many other things.

Lil Coding especially didn't like how this world's SMG4 was acting around this world's Mario. He didn't like how the Guardian was almost passive-aggressive with the Avatar.

He just..

He didn't like it.

"Wow, SMG4, I don't think I've ever seen a cat hate you as much as this one does." Meggy remarks with a raised eyebrow as she crosses her arms. SMG4 only lets out a grumble as he rubs his arm, fresh cat bite marks there.

"You let a cat bite you, dude? Seriously?" SMG3 deadpans at him. "This is why you asked me to come out here?"

"He was a lot worse to handle earlier!" SMG4 shakes his head before looking across the way. With no castle yet built, he can see Mario and the strange, transparent purple cat walking together, talking. "He was acting like I was the devil!"

"YOU ARE!" the strange cat shouts, and it makes the three jolt. "YOU'RE A BUTTHEAD!"

Lil Coding huffs at the surprised look SMG4 has and pays no mind to laughter of SMG3.

"You're a mean kid." Mario chuckles.

"I get it from my papa." the Code proudly states, and if he was in his human form, he'd be puffing out his chest. Though his pride soon melts away.

As the two walked away, it was too easy for Lil Coding to gently pry. He had learned from Juliano after overhearing him and his Uncle Mario conversing one time. He's mildly surprised that it's working on this Mario, but he's not one to complain.

The two talk and Mario talks about his understandable fears. Lil Coding does his best to help quell those fears, offer advice and give reasons.

For a 12 year old.. he thinks he did pretty well!

The duo returns at about sunset. The sky is orange, and the warm summer air has cooled a bit. It doesn't bother Lil Coding, but he knows that it's bothersome to others. He laughs at whatever antics Mario does to get cooler.

He's pretty sure it helps the red plumber feel better.

It surprises everyone when his uncle finally appears, especially with how loud of an explosion the portal made. Everyone is immediately surprised by the difference in appearance between the two, but Lil Coding is just happy to see someone familiar.

"Uncle Mario!" Lil Coding changes to his human form and runs over to his uncle. The two hug, with the Avatar clearly glad to see his nephew safe.

"UNCLE MARIO?!" everyone else shouts and Lil Coding shoots a glare back at them.

"Did you do anything I wouldn't?" his uncle asks immediately and the Code holds up his right hand.

"I would never."

The skeptical look from the other makes him grin nervously, though he laughs as his Uncle Mario ruffles the Code's hair. "Won't be our problem!"

"Hi, sorry." SMG3 spoke up, eyes narrowed. "Did he call you Uncle Mario?"

"And he can turn into an actual human?!" SMG4 cries. "So an actual kid bit me?!"

"Cause you're a jerk!" Lil Coding snaps back, and he doesn't miss the way his uncle's eyebrows raise. But the Avatar shrugs and puts Lil Coding's cap back on his head. The Code blinks, surprised he had even lost it, but also knew it made sense he didn't know since he had been in cat form all day.

"Letsa get going. Glitchy is about 5 minutes from a panic attack, and I don't think Meggy is gonna hold back Snitchy from hurting E. Gadd much longer." his Uncle Mario remarks, amused by how Lil Coding quickly jolts.

"Wait, Glitchy?" the other Mario blinks in surprise.

"AH SHOOT!" the Code squeaks before rushing through. "DAD! PAPA! I'M OKAY!"

His uncle chuckles and shrugs before walking in after him.

"What the-" SMG4 wasn't able to finish his sentence, as a whole piano came flying through the portal and smashing into him.

"FUCK YOU!" Lil Coding sneers as he pokes his head through the portal before retreating, with the portal closing soon after.

"I don't know whether to be shocked, appalled, or in hysterics." SMG3 comments, crossing his arms as he watches, bemused as SMG4 shoves the piano off of him and curses up a storm.

#smg4 #smg4 meggy #meggy spletzer #smg4 mario #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #code: lil coding #!posts! #fanfiction: my writing!

[markmybirds]

A Request for Ko-fi for my best girl Tesla

Hello! I don't usually post my own unique things on Tumblr anymore. Unless, someone has tagged me in a bandwagon survey. I don't generally post my art up anymore either so here we go! I'm an artist, I used to post to my other blog @owldrawathing . Markmybirds is actually my artist handle however, I don't use it for my art tumblr because I created the name for Tumblr initially.

Ok now that I've Overshared in Neurospicy. For the TL;DR: Our dog Tesla that we have had in our family for almost 12 years got diagnosed with a Sarcoma Tumour. Here is my Ko-fi link, please spread the word that I am taking commissions and selling prints of existing artwork for her surgery and pathology.

For the More Overshare Edition cause you want to learn about this beautiful dog and her family. Miss Tesla Umbreon came into my husband and I's lives as a late birthday gift to Cody (the husband). We were living in Ottawa and I took him into Gatineau, QC on the pretense that we were visiting puppies to just look and have some time with cute puppies. They were perfect, I would have loved to adopt a CKC dog for us but an Australian Shepherd breeder had an oops litter. I wanted an Aussie and Cody wanted a Lab for our first dog. His parents bred labs and I am a sucker for shepherd breeds. Long story short we picked out Tesla, our bundle of joy, as she was the quietest bean in the litter and the only puppy who was sold on coming home with us right away, just.. You know she was only just under 1 month when we visited her litter. You see the oops litter, well. She was born from an Aussie/Lab (with the smallest dollop of Border Collie) mix and an Australian Shepherd. She was the perfect oops for Cody and I. Tesla has been with us since she was 2 and a half months old. She has always been the best dog. We had a lot of darkness in that year she came to us, we were blessed by her and her now late cat-bro Kain for giving us a great big light in dark times. The past almost 12 years have been the best. She has been with us all throughout our Undergrads in University, our marriage, the birth of our daughter and she has been helping us raise our now five year old. Tesla has the patience of a saint, and although she is an anxious girl for horrible loud sounds she puts others first before her fears. We have never heard her growl or viciously bark at anyone or anything.

Two weeks ago we made an appointment after finding a new old lady bump that was sus. She has a few lumps and bumps that have just stuck around. However, getting this one tested has returned to us the fact it is a Sarcoma/Malignant Tumour. We are trying to raise funds through art and chainmaille jewellery done by my husband. Visit my Ko-fi (links at top of post) for my art commission information. and if you're interested in mobius earrings or a chainmaille bracelet done by my husband please don't be shy to inquire~!

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