#even after we gave him a bath and got him vaccinates and stuff

[debushit]

sometimes i think about how polo chose our family to be his family and cry

#im on my period can you tell #he’s the only pet who decided to be a part of our family #like he wasn’t adopted #or the son of other pet #and i wouldn’t really clasify him as a rescue as he was doing mostly fine on the ‘streets’ (aka inside our closed gate communit) #like he didn’t need a human owner #but he came inside one day and decided we were all his family now #even after we gave him a bath and got him vaccinates and stuff #like he ia mostly inside these days and it all happened because he was like #you’re my humans now

[writingsbychlo]

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Ayyy Congrats Chlo! Can I get a 💭 of Noah when his girl is pregnant? Like how is he through it snd when she's in labor?

no more requests, the sleepover is over, I'm just finishing up what's in my inbox!

I got so carried away with this

he would be so good by the labour stage

but lets be real, he takes a hot minute to get adjusted

now, don't get me wrong, this was planned

and he is damn excited to be a dad

you've been taking folic acid and vitamin D and all the good stuff

and you were both elated and crying when the test came back positive

but he does take a moment to actually realise what it means

like he did not think that far through, if he's honest

rubbing your back throughout morning sickness

but like, he doesn't quite get it

you have a significantly lowered sex drive

breast tenderness and morning sickness and he is kinda sexually frustrated

it takes him a moment to adjust to that because y'all had been pretty active before, and he has to take care of himself now

not to mention, you're a lot more sleepy

he knew you'd get sleepy, but he expected it to come later, not as early in the pregnancy as the first few weeks

so there's a lot of things that have to be cancelled

like concerts and things

but he was looking forwards to them

and it causes some arguments to begin with

like when he went to the concert with boyd instead

and you'd put a blanket and pillow on the couch for him

or the argument that came with him insisting that he could ride the bike a little longer

and the little strop he gets in when you throw out all the foods on the list your midwife gave you after your first antenatal appointment

"you can't eat them, but I can! why do we have to throw it all out?"

"because you're supposed to be supporting me!"

"I am supporting you, but I still want to eat my food!"

"fine, keep it then!"

and he feels bad two weeks later when you go to game night

and derek and stiles have laid out an awesome looking spread

with charcuterie boards and cheeses and crackers and wine

and he knows how much you love all of that stuff

and you literally can't have any of it

in fact, you brought your own meal, which is a salad and plain crackers and it's not exactly game night material

and so he does some research into food and writes down everything you can and can't have

and he watches a video on best recipes for pregnancy and he makes one for you

a little surprise dinner for when you get home from work

"what's all this?"

"well, you know, your meals look kinda' miserable. but, you're literally growing our child, so you should get to eat nice things, and I googled a good recipe for pregnancy safe meals."

noah getting laid that night

and afterwards, when you're asleep on his chest, he realises how easy it is when he stops thinking it's gonna be a struggle

at around about 7 weeks, you start getting more emotional

crying more at movies and getting mad at random things and being a lot clingier than usual

which he doesn't mind, of course

but it freaks him out sometimes

"noah, what the fuck?" while in tears and he's freaking out because he has no idea how bad he fucked up or what he did "there's a dead bird in the garden, noah, that's got to be some kind of omen, oh my god, what if you die? why would you just die, noah?"

so he cleans up the dead bird

but now you're mad because you're worried about him abandoning you

"baby, if I was gonna' abandon you then why would I have married you, huh?"

and it takes him a hot minute to get used to that too

however, he also learns how to direct it at other people for his own amusement

"hey, baby, did you know that stiles wears socks to bed, even in the summer?"

"you wear socks to sleep in the summer? you're sick, stiles. you're sick. I don't want you near my child, you're weird, you and your socks and your sweaty toes can stay away. you're so gross."

"what the fuck?"

and noah just laughing his ass off about it

you also have to pee a lot more so noah has to take that into account

you're still fully able to go hiking and do the things the two of you love doing

but he has to plan in your pee breaks

not to mention, you're still throwing up every morning

so, he can't plan too much, but he does plan a little weekend getaway for you both

with a privately rented cabin so that you can throw up each morning in peace and don't feel like you're being watched

panicking when you get spotting at week 8

and that really throws you both through a loop

rushing to the hospital and he's unfamiliar with driving your car

so it stresses him out to know he's useless in emergencies

it turns out to be nothing

but noah is pretty sure he's never cried that hard

not to mention, in a public bathroom, just so he didn't scare you

and when he gets home, like, fuck, it's a reality check for him

he starts getting driving lessons

he has a license and all but he's rusty

and he wants to be prepared, so he starts taking lessons

he also starts checking out bigger cars for the two of you

because your little car won't do in a few years

"you know, not that I'm complaining, but I've noticed you aren't wearing bras anymore."

watching your cheeks go fucking warm as you get all embarrassed

"do you wanna go shopping, get some comfier ones?"

"you are gonna go pregnancy bra shopping with me?"

"well, considering how proud I am when I get to go regular bra shopping with you, I think pregnancy bra shopping is the same."

going with you to get tests and scans done

literally crying again when you hear the heartbeat

"we made that, oh my god."

texting everyone he knows when you get your due date estimate

holding your hands when you have to get your pregnancy vaccinations

actually taking notes when the midwife starts talking about making a birthing plan and getting things sorted before you get to the third trimester

and he does a lot of research on birthing plans and starts prepping

going on every shopping trip with you

"I want to get the nursery painted, like, a while before the baby comes. so we can air it out for fumes."

"we can go check samples out this weekend."

"well, I mean, that's soon, like, really?"

"yeah, whatever you want, sunshine."

getting laid again

and when the morning sickness goes away, he starts getting his late morning sleep back

starting to get self-conscious about extra pregnancy weight gain

and noah doing everything he can to reassure you

but as you get into the second trimester, your sex drive suddenly jumps back up

and he fucking loves it

because that's a lot of unprotected sex and a lot of making out and a lot of touching

and honestly, something about it is really turning him on

"baby, I don't know if it's your glow or the fact that I am literally so in love with you, or maybe the months of not having sex, but I've literally never been this hard."

"shut up and fuck me, you can compliment me later."

"'kay."

throughout your second trimester, you get everything done

the nursery gets decorated and the furniture is built and it's perfect

there's only the little touches now, like mobiles and clothes and such

he also bought the new car, and traded yours in

and he arranged for you to get lessons in it too, so you know how to drive a bigger car before you get too pregnant to drive safely

crying the first time the baby moves. so much fucking crying.

and getting so excited every time

it's few and far between in the middle of your second trimester, but it's so meaningful

starting to go to pregnancy classes

and he also signs you both up for a pregnancy exercise class

that is supposedly meant to make labour easier because of the pelvic floor exercises

having a few days where you're nervous around him

thinking he did something wrong

"I think I'm gonna want to take an epidural."

"that's what you've been so worried about?"

"well, yeah. I read all these pamphlets about how it's so controversial and sometimes the dads don't like it, an-"

"I want you to be happy, okay? it's gonna be a happy time, so whatever you want, we'll do, okay? I want you to smile when you look back on the birth of our baby."

"I love you, so damn much."

"I love you so damn much."

finding out the sex of the baby, neither of you wants to wait

telling everyone it's a secret until the baby shower

your bump really starting to come in at the end of the second trimester

as well as headaches and backaches and stretch marks

and noah always making sure to kiss it better

a lot of nice warm baths and washing your hair for you

the baby starts responding to touch and sound, though

noah starts talking to the baby a lot

telling them about your day and rubbing lotion on your stomach

the baby getting hiccups for the first time

in the beginning of the second trimester, you start choosing names

more tears when you settle on a name

the third trimester is where you really start feeling it

you’ve got mood swings, you’ve got backache, and you’re getting a lot of odd cravings

all of which noah indulges for you

some make him gag and he actually cannot watch you eat it

banning food in bed

it caused an argument but he won that one

announcing the gender at your baby shower

you and noah dressing in white while waiting for everyone’s guesses

it’s a girl!

you announced it via a little cake cutting ceremony that was pink inside

using those last few weeks to decorate the nursery with teddies and buy clothes

when you finally go into labour it’s actually while you’re hanging out with stiles and derek

thinking it’s just cramps for a while

because you’ve been having cramps, you think it’s fine

until

“uh, (Y/N), you know I love you, but did you pee on my couch?”

“excuse me, I did not pee on your couch an- oh my god, they’re contractions.”

noah literally choking on his drink

you rubbing his back as he tries to cough it up

panicking so much that his whole fucking birthing plan goes out of the window

“the bag is at home!”

“what about your pillow?”

“fuck! fuck! fuck!”

derek is the only calm one because stiles is;

“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE, GIMME A NEICE!”

and noah is 

“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE A FATHER!”

so derek coordinates it all while you just kinda sit there and watch it all

“okay, well, her contractions are now, like, eight minutes apart, so maybe we should get a move on.”

telling stiles to take you to the hopsital while he takes noah to pick everything up

and off you go

stiles is fucking buzzing the whole way there

calling your hospital to inform them you’re on your way

getting to the hospital and being greeted by your midwife

“lovely to see you again, mom and dad”

“I DIDN’T MAKE THAT.”

“thanks, stiles.” your midwife being confused. “this is the uncle, they’re twins. dad is on his way.”

“I’M THE UNCLE!”

“stop shouting stiles, the baby won’t come out, you’re scaring it back up.”

“sorry.”

stiles holding your hand

noah arriving five minutes later with more than enough stuff

“I didn’t know which pjs you’d want after so I brought options!”

after a good few hours of labour, and noah being there for all of it, your baby is born

literally crashing right after and sleeping for a while

“‘bout fuckin time you woke up, noah won’t let me see my niece ‘til you have. hurry up.”

“I will punch you so hard you’ll be glad you’re in a hospital.”

“that’s my wife”

“sorry.”

meeting your daughter with noah, and having a moment

because he’s put her in a little pink striped onesie and she’s got a baby beanie on

“she’s got your nose.”

“you can’t tell that, she’s like six hours old.”

“i can hope.”

finally taking her to meet stiles who practically dies on the spot

he cries a lot when he finally gets to hold his niece

“stiles, derek, meet ‘hope claudia stilinski’.”

#9ksleepover #hope stilinski is like emma rapp #i made a new baby character #she’s my new au character pls #i love her #don’t steal her

[vanillacup-cakes]

This is, by far, the latest I’ve ever written one of my year round-ups, and by far, the messiest post. 

2019 was a year guys, so have a really messily written year round up. If I try to tidy it up we’ll be here until December. 

TL;DR

2019.

2019 was a year of love; happy, sad, somewhere in between. 

My heart got broken. 

Hera got married. 

My friends are in love. 

At the end of the Barat, in Pakistani wedding traditions, the bride goes home with the groom. Any events before that the bride always came home with her family. But for this main event, after the actual marriage contract has been signed, after all the festivities, she goes home with the groom. We took it in turns to hug Hera goodbye, I pushed myself to the back of the queue being the crier of the group. 

When I was talking to Hera’s cousin she mentioned that some people have questioned why this little bit of the wedding celebrations causes such emotional responses from the bride’s family and friends, after all, we’ll see her again the next evening for the reception. And it’s not like she’s gone forever, she has just moved out of her parents house. She said that the reason for this was not because we will never see her again but because things will never be the same from that moment on. Not in a good, nor a bad way, it just is. 

Changed. 

Life changes and when one of your close friends get married it changes your relationship with them. Not that you or they love you/them less, not that you or they are less important, not that you or they care less. It just changes. 

it doesn’t even have to be marriage. 

In October, one morning in Peak District I was stood in the kitchen of our rented apartment and in front of me were two of my best friends with their other halves going on about their day eating their breakfast. It was a picturesque little scene I tried to capture as a photo, I was scared of ruining the moment though and my sly camera skills were terrible so I just have a blurry evidence of that moment. Throughout that holiday I caught little moments of the two couples, little moments I can’t really describe but you know it when you’re around it, little moments that made my heart swell and hurt at the same time. Because things are different. Things have changed. 

Change isn’t bad, it can be really, really good. In fact I hope it’s a really, really, really good change for all of them, I just need a moment to accept that we’re no longer in our early 20s and our lives are going to change a lot before more.

2019 was a year of love; the good, the bad, and the bittersweet. 

I started 2019 falling asleep as the fireworks went off. We had gone out for dinner earlier that evening with a friend from work and his missus, to a nice fancy restaurant where desserts are always perfect. I’m not one to go out on New Year’s so I worried that we’d be out long but, fortunately for me, the other couple we’re not up for a long one either so, after dinner, we tried to see if we could grab a couple of drinks in a bar before heading home but, as it was NYE, we had no luck. The other couple went home, we tried a couple more before we gave up and called it a night. 

We were falling asleep when the fireworks went off. In our 20s, supposed to be the prime of your life, and I was cuddled up and happily falling asleep before the new year rang in. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

January meant Hamilton and birthday boardgames and lots of ballroom classes. I think this may have been the year that we also started, or tried to, regularly schedule in time for face masks. 

Then it was suddenly February and I received the best Valentine’s day card in existence, I continued to dance, finally saw a Footlights performance and even caught a show put on by CUMTS. Cirque du Soleil was okay too… 

March was when Amy, Izzy and I decided to start our own tradition, every year, no matter what, we’d get together; us and the boys, with the dogs, or kids or goodness know what else life gives us, we’d meet up. We’d meet up somewhere in the UK for a long weekend, where we’d go for walks and cook dinner, and just overall relax and unwind and catch up with each other. Each year starting that October at the Peak District. 

March was when I forgot my water bottle at our last dance class and we had to turn the car around. March was when I got no sleep and still chose to go to work the next day. 

For the three months we had worked in the new building together we had never bumped into each other in such close proximity, and then, suddenly, there he was coming out of the showers as I tried to find an empty stall to check how I tired I looked. I smiled, I can’t remember if I said anything but my heart dropped. 

March was when I got my promotion and all I wanted to do was tell him. 

I gave him his stuff back and I gave him his birthday present; an embossed leather notebook, dotted not lined, perfect for both writing and drawing, he was a design engineer after all. 

In July he wished me a happy birthday. 

In my head, people judge how much it hurt me when we were only together for nine months. But no one has the right to dictate how you feel.  

Back in January, Hera started sending me dance videos, videos she wanted us to learn for her wedding.

By April, the Kate, Olive, Sam and I were in the full swing of Friday on a Monday: Dance Edition. We’d cook a spicy meals (the spice increased in level as we went along, yoghurt or cream became more for taste than for firefighting) then we’d dance. Every Monday, where possible. Sometimes we’d skype Charley, sometimes Charley would be with us in person. 

As per usual we celebrated birthdays not in the correct months; Kate’s November was in January in form of birthday boardgames, face masks and hand massages by Olive. Charley’s January was in May in Claydon house where we discussed medieval fayres and the Jane Austen festival, where we sat in a private chapel and spoke as we wished until a lady came into actually pray and we tried our best to exit quietly. Sam gave Olive a piggy back in the gardens and there were some happy screaming and laughter. Olive’s March preceded Charley’s as we went to Bath in May and had ourselves our own very luxurious baths. Preceded and proceeded by enough Sally Lunn buns to feed a small army. 

My mum randomly won tickets to Look East festival so Charley and I went on an impromptu trip to London and saw Mumford and Sons live. Next time we’ll be prepared with a picnic blanket and more sunscreen for Charley. Indeed we were more fully prepared a month later for West End Live, armed with a cool bag full of food and drinks. What we weren’t prepared for, though, was the vast amount of people queueing. We knew it was popular and we knew there would be a long queue but we didn’t quite anticipate just how big. Having said that, after we admitted defeat we found a little section to the side of Trafalgar square with deck chairs facing a huge screen live streaming the whole event. We didn’t get seats straightaway but sure enough a family with kids left slightly earlier. Instead of standing under the sun for hours on end, Charley and I sat on our deck chairs in the shade in a lovely June day eating our food and drinking to our heart’s content. We decided that in 2020, we’d just do the exact same. We also come out wanting to watch ever single musical there was. 

Speaking of getting the right picnic spot, we are starting to have this ‘Singing on the river’ thing down; picnic blankets a plenty, napkins, cutleries, takeaway for dinner by the river listening to the wonderful King’s men perform renditions of old and new songs. It’s a Cambridge tradition we just can’t miss. 

We did try to keep up monthly dinners in 2019; we went to Varsity, The Red Lion and Petersfield before we had to suspend the dinners as it was time to fly to Pakistan.

After the vaccinations were done, after the visas were sorted, after all the clothes were bought, after all the make-up and hair trials were done, after all suitcases were packed, after all the dances were mastered (somewhat), after the incredibly long wait to see Hera again it was time to get in the taxi and slowly but surely make our way to the train station. Slowly because we had a flat tyre. But it was going to be faster to get on a slow car than wait for another taxi. 

For months on end, as a group, we all had a phrase “After Pakistan”. The amount of things we said we’d do ‘after Pakistan’ and suddenly we were there. Suddenly it was all gone. 

I’m not sure life kept going after Pakistan, you know. 

And yet it did. I came back to work with my new manager fully into the swing of things, nothing had exploded and everything was still chugging along. Suddenly I was being invited to more meetings and prospects of going business trips became a thing. 

I also started sewing classes, along with Olive and Sarah. I stopped ballroom classes and continued with krav maga. 

In October, Amy and Tom picked me up in Cambridge and we all drove to Bakewell together to meet Izzy and Zack. The weather could have been nicer to us but it was the UK in October, we should have known better. So off we went, in the rain, walking down an old railroad track (we did consider cycling but that got confusing and expensive), climbing hills for loo breaks and risking ankles and necks for a hope of a nice warm lunch only to be disappointed because pubs in the middle of nowhere is far and few in between and only serve food at specified hours. Having walked for hours with a small amount of sustenance we took the taxi home and enjoyed a meal at the apartment instead. 

In November, we flew to Bulgaria and what an experience it was. Beautiful sceneries and definitely a hidden gem, but take it from me, don’t take the jeep up the mountain. Find a different mountain, there’s plenty. Explore the gorgeous towns preserved to their original glory and feel like you’ve been transported back in time. Try the local cuisine! Dress up in traditional Bulgarian outfits, it’ll make a wonderful family photo. 

That same month, Hera visited England again. For a mere few days she stayed in Cambridge and we tried to make the most of it as possible. Butch Annie’s was obviously a requirement. And at last, once again, Kate’s November birthday was celebrated in November. In a once in a lifetime opportunity where all six of us were finally back together again to tackle not one, not two but three escape rooms! We got out of every single one of them. No biggie! But just like that, we were all split up again. 

But no rest for the wicked because the very next day I was off to Austria on a business trip. My first ever business trip. It wasn’t all work and no play, in fact, at one point we were chucked out of the office so we can explore Vienna further so we did. We went to Christmas market after Christmas market and I stocked up on Christmas baubles and Christmas presents. My favourite bauble though? Came from the Bury St Edmunds Christmas Fayre. I’ll be on the look out for you again next year!

Before long it was December. With all the hubub of 2019 and the hubub that 2020 will bring (in form of a NYE party) I decided it was best if we had someone else cook for us for Friends Christmas. Secret Santas were exchanged and extra sticky toffee puddings were ordered, no dishes were cleaned by our hands that evening, 

And then it was time to party. 1920’s themed party to ring in the 2020’s…

When I really think about it 2019 was one helluva year. So much has changed, so much will change. There isn’t one month similar to the one before, it’s terrifying. Growing up is terrifying. Changes are terrifying. 

But we have to bury broken hearts and raise a glass to falling in love, we have to hug memories goodbye and smile at the new ones. We have to accept things won’t be the same but that’s not a bad thing. There are still songs to dance to and movies to cry at, rooms to escape and snacks to share. They’ll always be there no matter what… no matter what 2020 will bring. 

#personal #end of year #end of year 2019 #yes I have written this as if I don't know what's happening in 2020 already

[jishwatylrandtop]

Open Late--Josh Dun Imagine

new josh dun x reader fic in which you are a vet who happens to find the dog of a famous drummer. Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader Words: 1,174 Pt. coming soon

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  (Your POV)

     It was an emergency that brought you in early to the clinic. Normal hours were 8 to 5 which left you plenty of time afterward to, you know, live your life, but your mom had woken you up at 6:00 saying her best friend’s cat was sick and asked if you could meet early cause “Y/n she’s really worried about her cat, and she’s a really good friend of mine. Please, I know it’s early, but I really need you to do this for me.” It’s not like you could say no to your mother, especially when she’s so upset, so that’s what brought you into the clinic at 6:30.

     It was also an emergency that kept you there late. You were just about close the clinic, in fact, you were in the middle of locking the doors when a stranger ran up to you in a panic saying that his dog was just hit by a car, and he really needed your help. It wasn’t too serious, but a femur needed to be surgically fixed and placed in a cast. Despite the stranger’s thankfulness, you were just slightly resentful of the fact he kept you an extra five hours. You loved your job, really you did, but 16 hours on your feet was not something you want to do constantly. 

     You were only a block from the clinic when something got your attention. You could hear small whimpers coming from the alleyway on your left. You don’t normally walk into alleyways alone at night, but the whimpers sounded distinctly dog like, and as a vet, it was your duty to take care of animals. You couldn’t leave an animal alone on a night when it was supposed to drop below 0. You were cautious, it could’ve been a trap after all, there were plenty of guys skeezy enough in your town to pull something like that, but you walked into the alley. 

     Halfway down the alley, a small dog, a retriever puppy, was shivering against the wall. You attempted to pet it, but it shied away and whimpered, but being a vet can come in handy, and in this case, you always had a bag of treats in your purse. Holding out a treat to the dog, “c’mon little guy, I won’t hurt you. Just wanna make sure you don’t freeze.” A few minutes later, some coaxing, and half a bag of treats later, the dog was placed on the lead you keep in your bag, and you were on your way home. 

     It didn’t take as long as you thought to get home; the puppy was surprisingly well trained. You apartment was smaller than you would like, but owning your own business was already hard enough on your expenses, there’s no telling what a bigger apartment, let alone one you didn’t need-- you were single after all, would do to your finances. As you walked up the stairs, you worried just a little about the prospect of this puppy meeting your yellow lab and husky. Man you really hoped this dog was friendly. You unlocked the door, and led the dog inside. Immediately the sound of your dogs’ feet hit your ears, and you silently prayed to any god that this doesn’t end in a dog fight. To your enjoyment, the three dogs hit it off, and immediately chase each other around. This gives you a few minutes to shower, change, and start getting food. The dogs come running, sniffing around your feet for scraps, and it’s then that you realized they still needed to be fed, so before the water boiled for your mac and cheese, you give the dogs some kibble and water, and turn back to the stove. 

     After finishing your dinner, you grab the puppy you find and place him on the couch. “Alright little guy, I just wanna check you out, but first let me see what your tag says.” You grab his tag, hoping to see some contact information.  ‘Jim Dun, E.S.A, contact (614) xxx-xxxx if found.’ “Your owner is definitely missing you. Let’s get you checked out, and then I’ll call them and let them know your safe.” You spend a couple of minutes checking the puppy out, and you grab your phone. Checking the clock as you press the phone to your ear, you realize its a really late. “I really hope they pick up,” you mutter to the sleeping puppy on your lap as the phone rings in your ear. “Hello?”  “Hello, sir. Um.. my name’s Y/n. I found your dog this evening in an alley down the street from my veterinary clinic, and I just wanted to call and let you know that he’s currently at my apartment, safe and fed.” “Oh thank god! I’ve been looking for him for hours. I’m Josh, would it be possible for me to come pick him up. I know it’s late, so we can wait until tomorrow, but I kinda really want him back.” “Of course, sir. I’d like to bring him into my clinic tomorrow to make sure that everything is good. It was almost freezing when I found him, so I’d just want to make sure he’s alright. You could come pick him up tomorrow from the clinic.”  “Oh thank you,” Josh replied, “what is the name of your clinic, so I can come pick him up?” “Oh right. It’s called Freedom Animal Clinic. On Main Street. I open at 8:00, so you could stop by at 8:30 to come by and take your dog back.”  “Thanks again, Y/n. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, by the way, Jim can’t sleep unless he’s in the same bed as you, in fact, he’s trained not to, so good luck.” “Thanks for the heads up, Josh. See you tomorrow, 8:30.” “Good night y/n” Night Josh.”

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     The feeling of a warm tongue was what woke you at 6:00. The little retriever puppy was resting his head on your chest and occasionally licked your chin. It would have been adorable had he not woken you up earlier than normal, but since he was young and really cute you gave him a pat on the head and climbed out of bed. Jim followed you around the apartment all morning. Even laying on the bath mat as you showered. At 7:15, each dog was given their breakfast, and were allowed 15 minutes of playtime before you put the lead around Jim’s neck and walked him out the door.

     By 8:00 you were at the clinic, greeting your receptionist with a smile and a wave as you headed to your office at the back of the clinic. You grabbed your coat, placed you stuff down, and lead the doc to one of the exam tables. A couple of your vet assistants moved in and out of the rooms with questions, paperwork, and samples from recent patients, and talked through your day. at 8:15 the clinic doors open, and since you were the only vet there currently (your friend and co-owner took a week vacation to cabo with her boyfriend) all the animals came to you. You tied Jim to the chair in the corner, and he was so well behaved that you were able to see two animals before 8:45 which was a record. You were almost done with a cat who needed a couple vaccines when your receptionist Kylie walked in to inform you that a man had come in saying that his lost dog was here. “He says you called him last night, but I don’t know if we should trust him.” It took a few seconds to process what she was telling you, but once you recalled your phone conversation and remembered the dog currently napping on the floor across the room, you told her that you’d be out in a few minutes, and that she should inform him that he needed to fill out some paperwork for Jim’s exam. 

      Ten minutes later, you came out of the room with the frazzled, and now grumpy cat, handed him to the owner with the instructions that the cone needs to be kept on for week, and placed the file in Kylie’s basket. “The one who came in for the dog, can I have that file?” Kylie handed you a file, and looking it over, you called “Josh Dun?”  “That’s me” he called in reply. You look up, and spot the man with a baseball cap pulled pretty far down over his face. As you are ready to instruct him to follow you to the back, he takes off his cap, revealing bright yellow hair and a beautiful smile. Oh no you think. He’s really hot.  “If you--” you cleared your throat “If you could follow me I’ll show you to the room where I’ll examine Jim.” He followed closely as you kept your head buried in the paperwork because holy crap he’s hot and I look like I just rolled out of bed, and he’s making me flustered. What do I do? You walked into the room, untied Jim from the chair, and placed him on the table. You stayed silent as you examined him, so that you didn’t miss anything, and ten minutes later you grabbed his chart from the end of the table, and marked that he had a clean bill of health. “Jim looks great, there’s nothing wrong with him that I could tell. No side effects from being outside or anything. Are there any existing conditions you would like me to check up on?” “You’ve done more than enough already” he said as you glanced up from Jim’s chart. “Thank you for everything, y/n, really. He’s very important to me, and I don’t want to imagine what would have happened had you not found him.”  “Yes, I noticed he was an ESA.” You looked up and met his eyes “that could have ended quite poorly, but you don’t have to thank me, Josh, I was just doing my job.” He smiled at you as he placed Jim on the floor, and you blushed because wow what an adorable smile. “Y/n?” He put a hand on your arm to stop you from walking out of the room, but it was gentle, warm, and your face flushed again. “Would you let me show you just how thankful I am? I’d uh-- I’d like to take you out to lunch sometime or something.” He looked away and scratched the back of his neck--a sign of nervousness you immediately picked up on, and so did Jim as he nudged Josh’s other hand with his snout. “I mean you don’t have to, this is clearly an unusual circumstance, but I’d really love to take you on a date because you’re cute and smart and attractive, and.....I’m starting to ramble.” You shook your head, an amused smile on your face. “Josh, I’d love to go to lunch with you.” You blushed a little as he smiled that smile again, released the breath he was holding and spoke again. “Awesome! What time works best for you?” “I get off at about 1:00 for my lunch break. If that works for you?”  “Yeah that works” he said following you out of the office. You lead him to the door, and as he was leaving, he turned around, smiled again, and said “thanks again! I’ll see you soon!” And just like that, he turned the corner, Jim in tow, and vanished from sight.

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     It was hard not to get distracted for the rest of the day, considering a really hot guy asked you out, but 12:30 came around, which was your last scheduled appointment before lunch, and the excitement seemed to triple. You did the workup, gave the necessary shots and medicines, checked the x-ray, and sent the owner and the dog out the door at 1:05. Just as you finished cleaning, Kylie poked her head into the room to tell you that she was taking her break and that “the cute yellowed haired guy came back for you he’s waiting in the sitting room. I’ll let him know you’re almost ready.” You thanked her as she threw you a wink and left to go on lunch. You ducked into the back room to gather your bag and to remove your coat. You checked your hair and makeup, and made your way to the front room. 

      You were met with a smile when you walked into the room. He was dog-less now, but he was still as handsome as this morning. “You’ll have to forgive me” you began “I wasn’t expecting a date today, so I kinda look like I just rolled out of bed.” It was true since you only had on a pair of leggings and a low cut sweater.  “Cut yourself a break, y/n. You literally took my breath away this morning when I saw you.” You blush as his eyes widen in shock, and you hear him whisper “I was not supposed to say that out loud.”  “It’s okay, Josh. I’m flattered, really. To be completely honest, you were not what I was expecting when I called you last night.” He just smiled as you closed the door, locked it, and began the walk to his car. “So...where are we going?”  “There’s this really small cafe on the edge of town that I like. I’d thought I’d take you there” he replied as he opened the car door for you. “Sounds perfect.” You sat in silence for a few minutes as he made his way out of the town, and since the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, as you thought it would be, you did not expect it to be broken. Which is why you were so startled when he said “so what did you expect, you know, when you called?” “I expected some college douchebag or something. Someone bland. I don’t know it’s stupid.” “So I’m not bland or a douchebag? Well that’s good to know” he chuckled. It was at this moment he pulled up to a small cafe bistro about ten minutes outside of town. The cafe front was floor to ceiling with an awning above the door that read ‘LA LA Land Cafe and Bistro.’ The front had about five tables, each with a small floral centerpiece and beautiful place settings. As Josh talked to the hostess about seating, you got a look around the inside. It was quaint, but despite being small, it had a very homey feel. The interior was themed around light blue and white. The floors were marble with light blue walls. The counters and table were all red oak wood. Fairy lights were strung throughout the whole cafe. The whole things was quite beautiful, and just the place you imagined going on a first date. 

The hostess led you and Josh to the table in the back corner, as per the request of Josh, and sat you down. “I get you both some waters, and I’ll come to take your orders shortly” the waitress said with a smile as she turned to leave. You and Josh read the menu in relative silence, and when the waitress returned, you both ordered your food. As she turned to leave, she winked at Josh which sent an unnecessary and shocking volt of jealousy through you. He didn’t seem to notice though, as he was focused on you.  “So,” he began, “what led you to become a veterinarian?” That question started off all the conversation. You told him about how you had a pet die when you were young and that had started your career path. The two of you went back and forth about hobbies and interests. The conversation flowed relatively smoothly until the topic of his job came up. When you asked what he did for a living, he paused for about a minute before responding with “I mess around with music,” and he changed the topic as he asked you another question. You couldn’t help but wonder why he’d hesitated, and now that you were thinking about him, you couldn’t but to wonder why he’d had his hat pulled far over his head while he sat in your waiting room and why he’d taken you outside the main city to visit this restaurant when there were plenty of these small cafes in the city, in fact there were like four on the same street as your clinic. It seemed like he was hiding something. It was like he didn’t want to be seen, like he was hiding his face for some reason, and of course, being a single woman and all, warning bells went off as you came to that conclusion. People don’t usually try to hide in public without reason, and the only reason that came to your mind was serial killer or rapist, neither of which you wanted to be around. It was then that you noticed him staring at you, a look of concern on his face. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” 

     He must have seen your worry on your face because he just stared at you as he waited for your answer. You didn’t think it’d be a good idea to ask if he was a criminal, but you couldn’t help yourself when you asked “are you a serial killer or something? Because I noticed earlier you were trying to hide your face in my clinic, and then you take me out to the edges of town when there are tons of small cafes in the middle of Columbus, and when I asked what you do, you hesitated like you were coming up with a lie. I mean, what does ‘mess around with music even mean’? I’m sorry, this is so bad. I don’t even know you. I should be leaving.” You stood up as you swallowed down a breath because God knows that whole rant took one breath, but before you could turn he gently placed his hand on yours.  “Y/n, I see where you’re coming from, but I promise I’m not a serial killer or anything. Please, sit down and let me explain.” He seemed extremely anxious, and despite your instincts telling you to flee before he poisoned you or something, you hesitantly sat back down. “I know it’s suspicious of me to do all of that stuff, and I can see how you could assume I’m some type of criminal, but I’ve been doing all this for a reason.” He released a huge breath, like he was trying to calm himself down, and before he continued, he rubbed the back of his neck in that endearing way again. “I’m sorry about all this, but I knew you didn’t know who I was, and it was naive of me to believe that I could be this selfish without consequences. It’s just that being a famous drummer doesn’t really make life, especially dating, easy for me, and you not knowing who I was really showed me that you were interested in plain, old Josh Dun, and not Josh Dun the Drummer of famous musical duo Twenty One Pilots.” His faced was downcast, and you could tell he was really upset. You felt horrible. He just wanted to go out on a nice date with someone, and you had to ruin it with your paranoia. God, were you an idiot. “Josh?” You hesitate as he looks up and meets your eyes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize... I mean what kind of idiot asks someone if they’re a serial killer? I’m so sorry i accused you of that, I was just worried... and I know that’s no excuse. I understand if you want to leave. I won’t be offended. I know that was so bad, and I’m really sorry...” you trailed off into silence, afraid you’d embarrass yourself and him even further. An agonizing twenty seconds passed before he broke out into a huge smile. “It’s okay, y/n, I get it. I just hope you aren’t put off by the whole ‘famous’ thing. The paparazzi could be photographing us at this very moment. It can get kinda obnoxious.”  “Oh, please. Having photos taken of me is no big deal as long as I’m with you.” You choose to ignore how totally creepy that sounded. “Besides, you’re a drummer? That’s totally hot.” He blushed, smiled, and replied with a small laugh as you blushed in horror at having said that at loud. It was then the waitress came to take your orders. She took yours first, barely hiding her disdain for you, but you thought it was simply because you two were currently the only ones in her section, and therefore, were the cause of her actually having to do her job, but you were quickly proven wrong as she turned to Josh with the brightest smile on her face. “What can I get for you, sir?” The way she said sir bothered you. She was blatantly flirting with him right in front of you, as if you weren’t currently on a date with him. She smiled the entire time Josh was ordering, and as she walked away she winked and said “I’ll have that right out to you, sir, as fast as possible.” She walked away, her hips swaying almost comically, and you glared with all your might as she walked away. How dare she do that? You were very clearly here on a date, and she just up and flirts without any hesitation what a bi- “What’s wrong?” Josh’s question interrupted your inner monologue, and you again turned to face him.  “What do you mean?” “Your face right then was the embodiment of ‘if looks could kill.” He smiled reassuringly. “Do you know her? Why do you look so upset?” His questions confused you because he was clearly aware she had been flirting hadn’t he? No one is that oblivious. No way did he not know. “You’re aware that our waitress has been flirting with you this entire time right?” “No.” He deadpanned. “She was?” You responded with and almost hysterical laugh. “Of course she was. The smiles and the winks and the slightly sexual way she called you sir were all clues. You seriously couldn’t tell?” “No I couldn’t tell because I was only paying attention to you.” He smiled as you blushed. “I’m sorry that the waitress’ flirting made you jealous.” He smirked as you gaped. “Jealous? I was not jealous. I was just---uh---just upset that she would have the audacity---that she could so blatantly flirt with you while we were obviously on a date.” You weren’t exactly lying, but you could tell that Josh didn’t believe you.  “Whatever you say.” He smirked again as your waitress, Brittany, as you actually looked, slammed your plate down in front of you. You then watched as she gently placed Josh’s food down in front of him, slowly leaned over to whisper something in his ear, and seductively, or as much as she could manage, walk away. You turned back to Josh to be greeted by downcast eyes and a frown. 

    You began to eat as you waited for him to tell you what that bitch said, but he only began to eat. After a couple minutes in silence, while you subtly glanced at him every few seconds, you decided to ask “Josh? What did she want?” He put his sandwich down, and wiped his hands clean before answering, almost like he was stalling for time.  “Well...she said that if I wanted better company that I could call her.” He said it quietly, like he knew that it would set you off, and set you off it did. You blood boiled with anger. How dare she? The flirting, that could have been misread or misunderstood, but this? This was a new low. To directly tell Josh that she was a better option was rude and insulting. Who does she think she is? But as you thought about it, it began to make sense. She was 6x prettier than you. She had a better body, a less busy job. She seemed like the perfect type for a guy like him. Why shouldn’t he go for it. It wasn’t like this date was gonna turn into anything. He was just thanking you. How could someone like Josh ever date someone as plain and ugly as you?  “I’m gonna go to the bathroom” you supplied as you realized you had been sitting quietly for a couple of minutes.

    You found the restroom on the far side of the building, perfect. You called yourself an Uber, not wanting to inconvenience Josh anymore today, and washed your hands. As you moved toward the door, it swung open, almost hitting you in the process, and Brittany stepped inside. Of fucking course.  “Oh it’s you?” she said. She eyed you up and down, sizing you up, scouting the competition. “I’m surprised to see you in here, while there’s a hot piece out there waiting for you. Or maybe not. Maybe he left because how could someone like that ever go out with someone like you. He’s an 11, and you’re a...” she paused, like she was contemplating, “a 4 on a good day. You shouldn’t even bother with him. It’ll never work.” She giggled and continued, “it’s your first date right?” She paused again waiting for an answer. After your refusal to respond she continued, “I thought so.” She smirked like an evil villain. This shit reminded you too much of high school. “You should just quit while you’re ahead.” With that, she went into a stall. Your phone buzzed in your hand, alerting you that your Uber had arrived, yet you stood there, tears threatening to spill, until you heard the flushing of a toilet. You stepped out of the bathroom before she came out, and headed back to the table.  Josh looked up from his food as you approached, and was about to say something, but you cut him off. “Here’s twenty dollars for my meal” you said with pleasant detachment. “Thanks for taking me to lunch,” and with that you turned and left, getting straight into the Uber that was waiting for you. 

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     It was only a ten minute drive until you arrived back at the clinic. You stepped out, thanked the Uber driver, and opened the door. Kylie had already returned, and was about to ask about the date when you interjected “cancel all appointments for the rest of the week. I won’t be at work until Lili returns from Cabo. You have the rest of the week off. Don’t worry, you’ll get paid. I’m going home,” and with that, you turned down the hallway to gather your stuff. You turned of lights and computers as you made your way back to the front, where Kylie was tidying her work station.  “Is everything okay, Miss y/n?” Kylie asked as you headed toward the door.  “Yes, Kylie, everything is okay. Please lock the door and turn off all the lights when you leave. Thank you.” She gave you a small nod, and you began your walk home.  As you walked the tears finally began to fall. It was stupid letting that stupid waitress get into your head, but it was no question that she was right, and now you’ve lost all chances with Josh, which was probably for the best. The twenty minute walk to you apartment felt like three hours as you spent every second thinking about Josh and that stupid fucking waitress and how you were no good and stupid. It was exhausting, which is why you arrived home at 3:30, fed the dogs, and fell right into bed.

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(Josh’s POV)

I watched her get into the car and leave. What was that all about? Her meal was half finished, and we were enjoying ourselves, at least I thought so. So why did she leave? The twenty she left for her food was sitting next to her plate, and I was so confused because she knew this was a date, and that I was paying. Why would she do that? What happened in the last ten minutes that made her want to leave as fast as she can? I turn my head to the left just in time to see our waitress exit the bathroom and smile at me. What was he deal anyway? She was headed in my direction when I realized that the waitress had just come out of the bathroom with y/n. She must have said something to y/n.

She stopped in front of the table with a smile and said “can I get you anything else? How about you...” she trailed off as she turned to y/n’s empty seat. She tried to conceal her smile as she turned back toward me and said, with so much innocence “Will she be coming back?”  It was her tone, the way she obviously new the answer, that really infuriated me. “I don’t think she will...” I glanced at the Brittany written on her name tag for the first time, “Jessica.” She frowned at the obvious wrong name. “You wouldn’t happen to know everything about that would you?” “I don’t know what you mean?” It was sly--her usage of the phrase--it was meant as a challenge, and I was too upset to back down. “What did you say to her?” I demanded, my tone holding nothing but barely contained outrage.  “Well...” she started as she took the seat across from me, where minutes ago y/n sat. It mad the anger even more prominent in my mind, “I ran into her in the bathroom, and we talked for a while.” She stopped there, still smiling. Another challenge. “And what did you talk about, Sarah?”  She frowned again. “Well I just told her how she was wasting her time with you. She doesn’t deserve you. A hag like that shouldn’t have even gotten a date with someone as hot as you.” She squeezed my bicep, an obvious flirtation despite my recognizable anger. “I told her she should quit while she was ahead because a guy like you would never stay with someone as bland as her.” She gave a small smile, “why date that whore when you can have someone like me, someone who will give you everything you could ever want.” She giggled, then whispered “I’m surprisingly flexible, you know?”  “You know what, Nancy?” I pried her fingers from my arm. “I wouldn’t touch someone like you with a thirty foot pole. Good luck busking tables, I have a hot veterinarian to find.” With that I stood, dropped money for the rest of the check, and made my way out of the cafe. 

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The ten minute drive back to the clinic seemed to take forever, and when I got there the receptionist, Kylie, was locking up. “Where’s y/n?” She jumped first, with shock, then turned.  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She glared at me, obviously she had heard that this date didn’t go well. “Look, this wasn’t my fault, okay. Our waitress kept telling y/n that she didn’t deserve me or something like that, and I think y/n believed her or something. I really need to see her. I need to tell her that the bitch was wrong.” Kylie hesitated, obviously thinking things over.”Okay, she isn’t planning on working for the rest of the week, but if your dog happens to have an emergency I’m sure she would take your call.” With that she left, turning the corner a few moments later. She was telling me I could call y/n, but she didn’t give me a number. I turned to leave, but a sign on the door caught my attention. ‘Clinic closed for the week. Appointments have been rescheduled. In case of emergency call doctor Y/L/N at (555)***-****.’ This was it. I entered the number into my phone and drove home.

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PT. 2 coming soon

#josh dun imagine #josh dun x reader #twenty one pilots #21p #josh dun #tyler joseph

[flourhurricane]

91 for Deacon and Farah and 96 for Claire and Danse pretty please

[ I wrote a drabble for 91 only because several people sent me other prompts and I want to get through as many as possible. Hope that’s okay! ]

91: “Ooh, someone’s got a tummy ache.”

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“Babe, have you seen the Halloween candy?”

Deacon found Farah sitting at the kitchen table, hunched over a battered and yellowed manual for what he surmised to be an automobile engine. He paused and leaned against the fridge to watch her for a short moment, her full attention focused onto the book’s content. She was even jotting down notes along the margins.

(And knowing his wife, a deathclaw could rampage through their home right now and Farah would probably tell it to keep the noise down.)

Deacon stepped closer and stood behind Farah. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on top of her head. Farah jumped slightly, her concentration broken, and looked up to see Deacon smiling at her.

“Hey,” she greeted. “Did you say something?”

“Thought you might like to see this.”

Deacon presented her with an orange plastic bowl, a jack-o-lantern face drawn on the front with a permanent black marker. He set it on top of Farah’s book and tipped it so she could easily peer inside. Once full of gumdrops, chocolate bars, snack cakes, bubblegum, and other treats, there were now only six pieces of candy remaining in the bottom.

“I found this on the floor by the bed, “Deacon continued. “I think the tiny ninjas have struck again.”

Farah’s jaw dropped. “How is that possible?” she inquired. She stood beside her husband and grabbed the bowl, having to physically hold it and stare inside it to believe it was almost empty. “I put it on top of the wardrobe. There’s no way they could’ve climbed it.”

“Apparently, they found a way.”

Deacon and Farah had learned a lot about raising twins since Cyrus and Ramona were born. Parenthood involved teamwork but it was more than Deacon and Farah working to successfully wrangle their toddlers for bath times, bedtimes, play times, and other times with as few tears and screams as possible. Cyrus and Ramona were also a team, one with an inseparable bond.

Sometimes, it was adorable. Such as the conversations Cyrus and Ramona had with each other, in a language sounding like incoherent babble to their parents. And there were the little things Deacon and Farah noticed. Such as Ramona grabbing her brother’s shirt to keep him from falling. Or Cyrus hugging his sister when she cried over a scraped knee. Or when they held each other’s hand while Curie gave them their last vaccination shots.

Then there were the more mischievous (or perhaps adventurous) moments. Like Cyrus helping Ramona escape from their crib. Both of them dragging a chair to the kitchen counter, so they could climb onto it and grab the box of Fancy Lads snack cakes. Stopping up the toilet because they wanted to see how much stuff could fit inside. There was even an incident in Farah’s workshop, when they knocked over a collection of repaired toasters for Myrna’s store.

So, sneaking a bowlful of Halloween goodies wasn’t even on the top ten list of their twin-size antics.

“I guess the candy they left is for us,” said Farah.

Deacon shrugged. “At least they were considerate.”

Farah placed the bowl back onto the table. She called out for the twins. “Cy! Mona! What are you two doing?”

The response she received were two ear-piercing shrieks coming from the back room, followed by hysterical giggling and two sets of tiny feet clomping on the linoleum floor. Cyrus and Ramona ran to their parents and each wrapped their arms around Farah’s legs. Deacon and Farah saw the evidence of a sugary feast on their hands and around their mouths. Melted chocolate and powdered sugar, and a sticky substance from holding some gumdrops for too long.

Deacon, to be honest, was a little impressed by their children. Their apartment in Diamond City was decent-sized but cramped. Cyrus and Ramona clearly knew to wait until he and Farah were preoccupied before they found a way to climb onto the wardrobe and steal back their Halloween haul.

Farah, however, was the more stern parent. She arched an eyebrow, unswayed by the twins’ cute approach, and asked them, “Did you eat the candy after we said you couldn’t have anymore for today?”

Cyrus and Ramona hid their faces in Farah’s jeans and continued giggling. They were experiencing perhaps their very first sugar rush, so they weren’t giving their mom a direct answer for the next hour or so.

“Ooh boy,” said Deacon, “somebody’s gonna have a tummy ache.”

“A couple of somebodies,” Farah added. 

She sighed to herself, took Cyrus and Ramona each by the hand, and led them to the bathroom. “Come on, let’s at least clean you up.”

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout oc #fallout 4 fan fiction #deacon #oc: farah karim #deacon x farah

[ghoulstars]

im only posting this bc i desperately need to exorcise this thought somewhere bc it wont fucking leave me alone

those of you who know me personally or follow my instagram know about this but for those of you who dont: in a horrible turn of events, our plan to put down our geriatric yellow labrador retriever dixie was unfortunately and unexpectedly doubled today to having to put down our 3 year old engam bulldog, bean, as well

when we got him in mid december, 2015 he was barely out of puppyhood, we found him wandering around near the highway at our local gas station with a collar and no tag, trying to jump into two out-of-towner girls’ car. my stepdad intervened bc they couldnt take bean with them obviously, and brought him home instead.

we put up lost dog flyers everywhere all over our very small city, in an attempt to maybe see if someone would indeed come forward for their dog. we knew he wasnt just a stray because of his collar.

almost right off the bat, we were told by a woman who worked at the gas station that there was a man who lived in the trailer park just across the road, located behind the pancake diner. you can see it from the gas station parking lot. she told us that he had a lot of dogs that he typically kept chained up outside in poor conditions, and beat them regularly. to us? it seemed totally reasonable that that must’ve been where bean came from, given the fact he was a dog and we found him literally less than 50 feet away from where this fucking man lived.

no one came forward to claim bean. we kept those flyers up for months, we only put them up to begin with knowing he may have been thrown out by (or escaped from) this disgusting man just because there was the possibility that it wasn’t his dog, but someone else’s. as well as the potential for legal intervention if this fabled abuser found out we had technically stolen his dog (and full disclosure, fuck him for what he does, i hope all his dogs get stolen like they need to be, i myself was not fond of the idea of just giving the dog back to this creep if he was indeed the owner but i was only 16 at the time so there wasnt much i could do)

with no one claiming bean, after those months passed, we decided that he was ours now. flyers were taken down, we gave him his collar and nametag, to be real he’d already been named by us in the first few days we had him. he was going to be ours no matter what; my mother always told me its a rule that if you name a stray, and do it quick before anyone can object to keeping it, it’s yours now. that’s your pet, with it’s new name.

so we carried on with our lives, now having not just one dog, but two. it was a bit iffy with my stepfather keeping bean since we didnt technically need to manage two dogs at the time, but we still did it anyways because we loved him, the little bean man.

but here’s where my problem lies and this is why im writing this now: as time went on and we continued to have bean as our pet, some stuff about the original suggestion that he belonged to an abusive older man who lived in close proximity to where we found bean wasnt adding up

due to dixie’s failing body, she would sometimes lose control of her bowels inside the house, which was becoming unacceptable when she stayed in overnight. so, she stayed outside. she and bean bonded, so they stayed outside together too. (and for clarity here, i know what some of you might want to say, but we knew very early on that bulldogs do not do well with heat or isolation. we also know that dixie probably shouldve been put down years ago, but here’s the trouble: my stepfather would not let us euthanize her. she is his dog technically, and the thought hurt him so much that he would not agree to it for YEARS. dixie and bean were too attached to separate them for long periods of time like they would be if we kept bean inside mostly and her outside mostly; that would’ve been cruel in its own special way. we put pools out for bean and visited with both dogs for as much as we could outside, bathed them, put fans out for them in the summer. our only option to give bean the main love and care he needed was, and of course we had other reasons to do this, to put dixie down, which was where we thought we were finally going to be by tomorrow, but thats not what happened, as you can tell)

as to be expected, bean sometimes found his way inside, mostly by applying his american bulldog traits to memorizing when unfamiliar guests would come over and bolt in the house. he did this enough times and very recently we were letting him stay inside instead of taking him back out, and all of these experiences combined, we noticed something: bean was housebroken. he was out of practice with it, and did not know very well how to communicate that he needed to go outside to use the bathroom, but he did know what to do. he would run to the door if he had to go, not always making it, but still, he was housebroken. he only marked furniture once while inside, in his entire lifespan thus far. that was a red flag to us, but especially my mother, who realized this skill of beans directly contradicted the statement that he was probably kept outside, chained up, starved, and beaten by the trailer park guy. not to mention, bean came to us in nearly perfect condition to begin with, just skinny. no patches of fur gone, he was the opposite of skittish and aggressive, no bruises, nothing. just a loving, bouncy, stupid bulldog mix

this, im not sure if im correct about this, but it stands out enough to me that i feel its worth mentioning: bean is not a mutt of any kind, and his breed contradicts those types of breeds most people who abuse animals come to own; usually large breeds, breeds inaccurately known for aggression, and breeds used by abusers to make aggressive bc they know the fighting power of these dogs (pitbulls, american bulldogs, etc). bean is an engam bulldog (english/american mix), which is a very obscure mixed breed dog to begin with and especially obscure where i live, and as we all know english bulldogs are short, stout, fat little things that can basically do no harm whatsoever. they also have a history of inbreeding to look how they do. i know this man may have just seen ‘bulldog’ and snagged him thinking he’d be aggressive, but that does not sit right with me for two other reasons: bean’s conformation (body structure) and coloration. there is nothing about bean that suggests he was bred to be used for fighting, or that he’s a true mutt, or anything of the sort. his body type literally resembles that of show dogs, and his fur coloration is highly unusual because he’s blue. obviously not literally blue but the type of blue-grey you can find in animals, typically seen in cats. bean’s coloration is almost NEVER found in ANY breed of bulldog, it is INCREDIBLY rare that he looks like this. his condition in which we found him, his housebrokenness, his color and his body formation lead, in me and my family’s opinion, to an alternative opinion: he belonged to someone that got him because they wanted a dog as a pet, not to beat, and they either bred him themselves or bought him (probably from a pet store or breeder) for his color and conformation. 

but why would they dump a dog this valuable? my mom said this to me earlier, sobbing after she returned from the vet today, and this is my whole reason for writing this insane fucking novel of a post: whoever dumped bean threw out a sick puppy, and on purpose.

bean hasnt been injured or contracted an unvaccinated illness or anything like that. he had been experiencing extreme stomach distension for the past month, whereas he was losing weight everywhere else on his body. he had also been vomiting. but he wasnt depressed, or lethargic. maybe his personality was a little off but not so much it was horribly noticeable, and at that, he was still eating regularly everyday. we came to the conclusion he had parasites, though ive always been terrified something more serious was going on (i dont get listened to though).

as it turns out, i was right. mom took him in today, the day before dixie was set to be put down, for his deworming pills. what she got instead was a diagnosis of possible lung cancer. his blood work was normal, which is unusual in animals with cancer, but he still had nodules on his lungs that highly resembled cancer. his heart was also severely enlarged due to heartworms, and his stomach was so distended because it was full of fluid and blood. they did send his blood off for labs, but even if his lungs were fine, he was going to die anyway (they got a second opinion from another practice and they also agree it was probably cancerous). he has a 15% survival rate for only the very first heartworm treatment, which will cost $500. nothing lives very long with an enlarged heart to begin with. we don’t have that money, and for a treatment that will definitely kill him? i dont even know why he has so much blood and fluid in his digestive tract. bean, a dog who is only 3 or 4 years old, has an enlarged heart, lung tumors and fluid/blood all in his abdomen. the vet was apparently stunned that a dog this young could have this many potentially (and one definitely) fatal health problem(s).

i now fully believe that whoever owned him before knew he had all these issues, or that he was going to develop them. i think it makes sense. i also think they’re cheap, cruel fucks who didnt want to shell out that much money to take care of him, or pay to take him to a shelter/sanctuary, and so what did they do? they did what many people these days very regularly do when their new pet has become undesirable: they fucking dumped him on the side of the road and booked it. took his nametag off and everything, to make him look like a stray. they left him for some well meaning, animal loving family like mine to find him, not know anything about these preexisting health issues, and assume he’s healthy enough; maybe just needs a few more vaccinations and a worm and flea treatment. he showed no signs of lung cancer or heart problems in all his life up until this past month, and he’s still so young. i will even go as far as to say that he himself may be severely inbred, which could be the cause of these health issues. given his specific posture and color, and that he’s a bulldog, it’d make sense. it seems like he came from some kind of breeder to begin with anyway.

so now that ive said that and got it all out of the way, i want to leave an open letter to the hypothetical cunt that did this to us and bean:

i hope god fucking strikes you down where you stand. i hope every single day of your miserable fucking life, you think about where he ended up, if he’s still alive, if anyone found him, if he ever got hit by a car or died alone of cancer and heart failure in a field somewhere. i hope you feel guilt for leaving him knowing he’d develop cancer and that he had heart worms, and knowing you did it BECAUSE of that. i hope you never fucking forget about the fact that you threw an INNOCENT LITTLE PUPPY out on the highway because you just didnt want to have anything to do with his illnesses, and i hope one day you find out what you did to us and this innocent little boy. he’s such a good fucking dog, he is so patient, kind, loving and gentle, and when he has bursts of energy to play he fucking goes, and now he has to die barely halfway through his lifespan because of your fucking negligence. he is laying outside on the porch right now, uncomfortable with fluids and blood backing up his intestines, coughing and huffing just to try and breathe. at the very least, if he were taken to the right shelter, he couldve been fucking cared for and given treatments to extend his life as much as possible, or at least given hospice care for however long he could live, which has now been shortened to 3 or 4 years. if you yourself knew this dog was inbred or you inbred him yourself, fuck you. i hope you get run over by a fucking truck. this breed can live from 12-16 years, that’s a LONG time for a dog like him, and you had to fucking ruin it all because of your own fucking preferences; you wanted the perfect dog. and you could’ve had him if you’d grown a fucking heart and actually gave a shit about animals beyond how they look aesthetically; as well, if you fucking actually gave a shit about your animals HEALTH and wanted to maintain it instead of apparently assuming he’d just be fine and healthy with all his vaccinations and that’d be the end of it. you do not deserve to own an animal if you dont even want to acknowledge it will sometimes need medical care, how fucking heartless are you? we never had enough money to take care of dixie’s failing health, and we always knew it’d be better to put her down, but my stepdad kept refusing. you had enough money to fucking breed or buy a blue show-quality engam bulldog and you still wouldnt fucking care for him after you found out what problems he had. fuck you. eat shit and die. i hope you never find peace from the guilt of knowing you fucking killed what became our dog because you’re selfish. my mother is physically sick with grief. i am physically sick with grief. i feel so bad that it’s as if i have the fucking flu. i was trying to talk with my mother about this situation earlier and i had to rush to leave because i felt like i was about to throw up if i didnt. everyone in this house has cried so much today it’s disgusting. 

the only thing good about this is that bean came along for dixie when she needed him most, and became her helper and provider, giving her company and being a literal post to lean on for when she couldnt see where she was going. they’re going over the rainbow bridge tomorrow morning together, and in a way, this is probably the best outcome. at least bean wont have to grieve. dixie can see her old companion again (who died from a ruptured tumor in 2014) and bean can meet him, and they can all play and be together in that field in the sky. 

my family will never have another dog again because of this pain this has caused us.

#personal #probably dont delete this #dont open this if youre sensitive to animal cruelty and death please #and vulgar descriptions of internal illness in dogs #and emetophobia #dont rb

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It's been exactly 1 month since I got tested positive for the Novel Corona Virus and what a month it has been. It all started when my dad developed recurring fever ever since he got vaccinated, he initially thought it was typhoid because no other symptoms of covid-19 were visible. On 13th april I started having severe backache and headache, I initially thought it was because of my periods however I got fever around evening which didn't subside till the next day.

After this we thought of getting ourselves tested for corona virus on 15th, we went to the district hospital they told us that my dad was negative and I was positive, so to confirm it we got tested again at the CMO office Barabanki, this time all three of us, mom dad and me tested positive .

We were given medical kits which had all the medicines and prescription. Our names were updated on the database and a link was given where we could download our report.

Hell broke loose that day. We came back home and decided to isolate my brother who we thought was negative for this virus. We sent him to buy us some medicines and steamer till we freshen up and settle everything. He came back with the supplies and immediately fell down on the bed, I noticed this and checked his temperature, he had 103 Fahrenheit fever. My mother started to get fever and when we measured it was 102. This was our DAY 1 of several days of hopelessness and misery that was gonna follow.

DAY 2- Everyone woke up with fever, my mom was blacking out so I made her sit, I started blacking out so I somehow gave her water and sat down to drink some water myself. Dad and my brother woke up later but dad and me were doing better than my mom and my brother. I took the charge, after drinking water I felt better so I made us all some breakfast so we could take our medicines. After breakfast and medicine I somehow broomed the house and prepared for lunch.

Proper diet and nutrition are a major part of fighting this disease. Turns out preparing for these meals was even more of a fight. The dishes was a major chore that often looked like a huge mountain. Whenever the fever got a bit better my Mom would wake up and do the dishes somehow. Sweeping was done on alternate days by me.

This schedule continued till 4 -5 more days until someone suggested to get tiffins for food. Meanwhile my morning fever was getting better but for my parents it was only getting worse. On some days the fever didn't subside at all and both of them got weak day by day. My brother also struggled with the same, along with this he developed severe diarrhea which made him weak and exhausted. My dad developed really bad cough, he would cough all day so bad that his back and stomach had started to hurt.

The worst part about these days was that we had no personal doctor who would listen to us, we were mostly self medicating based on the kit we had received -

Dolo 650mg and 500mg

Azithromycin

Doxycyclene

Vitamin C and Zinc supplements

Ivermectin 12mg for 3 days

We felt so hopeless because no one would pick our phone up and talk to us. Tell us that everything will be okay.

After a few days my mom got us a doctor through her friend who would talk and give us guidance on our medication. Some hope was found.

After my brother my mother got severe diarrhea, someone had told us to not take metrogyl 400 for it and let it pass. We thought it would subside on its own without medication but it didn't, it just got worse, she had to go to the bathroom 5-6 times a day, everything she ate was out, the fever medication didn't work so the fever didn't come down for a few days. She was so weak she couldn't lift her head up. Her oxygen got to 94.

This was the most scared I had ever been. The news outside was scary, hospitals filling up, no beds, no ICU, no plasma. I started taking screenshot of everything, oxygen refillment, ICU beds everything.

I couldn't eat I couldn't think of anything else except the worse. I had started imagining my life without my parents. I had anxiety all the time. Checking oxygen level was the scariest thing for me. But we had to. We had to monitor. We could not panic. I started to pray in my head all day. I was driving myself crazy. I was broken both mentally and physically.

Finally the doctor we had got in contact with told us to get metrogyl for the diarrhea. We gave her it was a temporary relief. From 5-6 times a day it came to 3-4 times a day. Still a very weak and hopeless mom and a very tired and scared dad. Finally my brother's fever started subsiding it didn't come back after it started subsiding but he was still very weak from the diarrhea.

Our relatives were super supportive through this as well as few of my mom's friends. She felt better when she talked to people. My mom's siblings called regularly, my cousin brother who lives nearby helped us with medicines and groceries. These were the angels in our lives that we needed.

Because of the tiffin service the daily chores were reduced which gave our bodies more time to rest. My schedule was to wake up and make kaadha, lemon water and tea, give mom hot lemon water followed after some time by tea and parle g biscuit so she could have her paracetamol. The antibiotics were given after breakfast. She took paracetamol a bit early so that the fever could start subsiding. After this I made breakfast somehow and make everyone eat some for their morning medicine.

Breakfast was mostly parathas, namkeen sevai, poha. I would mostly pull up a chair and sit and make all this. After breakfast everyone would rest till lunch came around 12. Everyone had a bath and ate lunch followed by medicines again followed by a resting period. Usually during this time mom felt a little better as fever came down, so she would do the dishes around 4pm. Evening snacks were mostly tea with some namkeen we had. Nobody really had an appetite or sense of taste so food intake was quite a struggle. Around this time everyone took steam. Dinner tiffin would come around 8pm and so would their fever so everyone had an early dinner to take medicine on time. Sometimes when the fever didn't go during the night they had another paracetamol around 4am.

The diarrhea relapsed to 5-6 times a day for my mom so my uncle suggested that she eats curd and khichdi only and stops eating the tiffin food. Metrogyl was discontinued then after few days had to be continued again. Oxygen levels were improved. Our main concern was the fever. When would it stop.

I prayed every night that the next morning my mom should not have fever, but she did.

Conditions started improving when the diarrhea got a bit better. The medicines were changed frequently according to the doctors advice. We felt heard and hopefull because of our doctor who treated us.

On slight improvements in health we started celebrating and making jokes to create a positive environment at home. The news on TV was morbid and by now most of my relatives were also suffering. I ordered playing cards on Amazon and a head massager. I started making jokes around trying to lighted up the environment.

Slowly my mother started to improve, now our main concern was dad and his cough. He coughed on and on I thought his lungs were badly affected so it would be better to get a X Ray . However the situation was so worse outside.

The doctor changed the medicines again for both of them, after a few days both started to improve.

Today things are much much better. I dont wake up at 6, I wake up at 8 because my mom already does all the morning stuff. The schedule these days is much better and healthier, consisting of pranayam, breathing exercises, steam intake fruits all sorts twice a day and proper breakfast lunch and dinner. My parents still have some post covid blues like weakness and lethargy. For my dad his diabetes shot up so we are currently taking care of that. Things are slowly getting back to normal.

Many precautions have to taken post covid recovery too, don't stop taking steam, don't exercise too much it might cause a heart attack, do not go out without masks thinking about your antibodies count as the chance of reinfection hi really high.

Please take care of yourself and everyone around you. I have seen so many people loose so much, many of my friends lost their parents and uncles to this. This pandemic has caused a permanent damage to so many that is hard to forget.

Be grateful for what you have right now. Your family your job everything. Appreciate your gifts. Things will get better.

I don't know if anyone will find this but if you do

- get yourself tested as soon as you experience your first symptom

-DO NOT PANIC

- Do not overdose on medication take them as and when prescribed.

- Do not loose hope. Rest as much as you can. Things will get better.

- Try and do not think about other people's misery, I can understand too much has been lost in a very few days but try and focus on yourself.

- Do not stress about work or future or money, everything will come if you get better.

- Communicate and Distract yourself, if you don't have an appetite watch some food videos on YouTube and eat. It helped me.

- Be proud of yourself for overcoming this❤️

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PEACE OF MIND AMIDST THE CHAOS IN THE WORLD

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The coronavirus pandemic drastically changed the way we live life. We don’t get to interact with friends physically that much anymore, and we hear negativity everywhere. From the moment we open our phone and log in on social media, we get bombarded with the chaos happening all around the world, from the growing number of COVID-19 cases, issues of social, racial and gender inequality to brewing disagreements between two countries. It affects our mental health negatively, and our spirit may be deflated much as a result, leaving us to think that there is little hope that there will be a time where peace rules over the world, and that there might be no room for change in our society. With that being said, it is now more important than ever that we need to boost our morale, and keep ourselves mentally and spiritually healthy as the front-liners search for a vaccine and a cure to this seemingly never-ending misery. Although we need to have faith, just as the others say, because it is essential to keeping a spiritually healthy mind, we also have to show it through our actions, particularly in various routines, because it usually represents how you value your wellness as a human being. In this blog, I’ll talk about some of the things that I do daily, that helps me balance my time and health this quarantine, and maybe you can take note of one of the things in my routine, and apply them in yours too.

MONDAY – 7:30 AM

NEW WEEK, NEW SET OF BIBLE VERSES

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Since the new normal classes started, I woke up at 7:30 every morning, to prepare myself for every class, synchronous or self-paced. As soon as I’m awake, I usually pray, to thank God for giving me another day to live, since this year made us realize that life is too precious, and that nothing is promised, not even tomorrow. I thank Him for giving me all the things that I am able to enjoy today, and I also ask for His guidance in every aspect of my life. It may be making decisions that may affect my future, or my character. Afterwards, I read some bible verses that help keep me on track and stay unfazed from the negativity that I see whenever I open my social media accounts.

After everything else, I then get to reflect on all the blessings that I received, and it made me appreciate all the little things even more. I admit, one of the biggest mistakes I’ve made in my life, is that I took some things for granted. Waking up early in the morning and going to school is something that I really took for granted, something that I wouldn’t thought I’d miss it soon enough. Another, is going out everyday after school for a short bike ride around the neighborhood, or perhaps playing basketball with my friends. For now, I have to wait a bit longer before I get to do these again, like the normal days. I’d also reflect on the dreams that I get last night, if I can recall them. They do symbolize things sometimes, and it may be referring to you, your situation in life right now, or what you need to do in order to get yourself past a difficult situation, if you’re facing one currently. Also, they have hidden messages, which are usually about what you feel towards a certain situation. I’d go for a few reps of some exercises after, to make sure that I’m fit, since this is the right time to invest more of your time in exercising to stay fit.  Alright, it’s time for me to start my classes. I’ll write again tomorrow, but until then, I must finish everything I need to do for this day.

TUESDAY – 10:03 PM

ONE RAINY NIGHT

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Another day, yet today is rainy unlike yesterday. It’s my favorite weather, because for some reason I find it relaxing, and it allows me to focus more on what I’m doing, much like how praying to God everyday realigns my focus towards everything I do for the day. Pairing it with hot chocolate and doughnuts probably would be what I call a great start to a rainy morning, that would eventually last until evening. I still have a lot to do today, since there are still assessments and tasks that I didn’t get to finish yesterday. I’ll carry on with my usual routine after that, taking a bath, then maybe taking a break from all the school stuff that I’m working on. I often play games and watch anime after I finish several tasks. Maybe I’d watch about 5 episodes, then do another set of tasks again. I’d also listen to music, depending on what genre I’d like to listen to in a day. It helps me focus, although I admit I’d be singing it at some part. But hey, if it’s effective, why not?

         Anyways, I’m tired right now. I sleep late like almost every day. I never forget to pray before I sleep though, because when I was still a 9 year old kid, I frequently had nightmares whenever I forgot to pray before I sleep, which would then be my routine every night. Alright, I’ll write again tomorrow. I’m hopeful that tomorrow will be an another opportunity for me to be better emotionally, spiritually, physically and mentally than I am yesterday.

WEDNESDAY – 8:00PM

DE-STRESSING IN THE MIDDLE OF SCHOOLWORKS

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It’s already Wednesday, and things are kind of getting stressful enough. It’s hard, especially for me, considering that I still have tasks to do, and that I have a schedule of learning how to code after classes. I usually finish some difficult tasks around 4PM, and I get to unwind from all the stuff that I’ve been doing. Usually, I watch anime or play games with my friends. I even read some bible verses to keep my faith in God strong. However, this day was different. I just wanted to take a nap, considering that I slept late because of my daily late-night talks with my dad, who’s working abroad. I somehow did, I prayed before sleeping and now I’m energized enough to continue doing the tasks that were unfinished now.

         I think now is the time to take care of ourselves mentally more than ever. That’s why I’m doing everything one step at a time. I unwind when I feel like I need to. I constantly get reminded of that too, because sometimes I could spend the whole day just working on schoolwork, without taking a break. I’d give myself an hour to refresh my mind, make sure that it stays healthy when I continue to study and do tasks. A lot of us are already stressed today, with the immense pressure that the pandemic gives us, as we hear a plethora of news with one common subject: the coronavirus. I don’t want anything to add up to it, that’s why I try to finish everything that I can possibly do in a day. I was taught once in Grade 4, that what you can do today, do it now. Tomorrow is never promised, so do everything that you need to do today, when you have the time and the resources. It avoids us from rushing to finish something on time, with only little time left. Despite all of that, it is also important to relax once in a while, since the challenge that the pandemic has brought to us today is not only being healthy physically, but testing our mental toughness, which I believe is the key to keeping ourselves productive this quarantine.

THURSDAY – 10:38 PM

LESS STRESS, MORE ENJOYMENT

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It’s Thursday already, and I’m feeling a bit too excited because it’s almost weekends. I still have a lot to do, but I’m making good progress. I’ve already finished almost two-thirds of what I need to do, and it’s only a matter of time before self-care week is around. Today is just another usual day for me, the typical unwinding through playing games and talking with friends. It’s like I can’t miss a day without communicating with them, and it has been a part of our routine ever since. I just finished praying, and as I was about to take a spoonful of my food, I suddenly remembered one moment in my life where I was showing a bit of ungratefulness towards everything I have, and it was me being ungrateful about the food that was served on our table.

         That gave me time to reflect again, on how I developed and matured as a person, and participating in Bible Studies that our neighbors held really helped in molding me into the person that I am today. I really appreciate the fact that I’m surrounded with the right people, who lead me in the right path. I also appreciate my relatives letting me join them with every religious practice and seminar that they attend to. It really helped me strengthen my faith in God, which I keep on recalling whenever I notice myself being stressed or losing faith in God. If it weren’t for them, who knows what may happen to me? My parents might get a call saying that I got into trouble for any mischievous stuff that I did in school or someplace else. The book that my mom bought for me that allows me to point out my bad habits, and how to replace them with the good ones certainly helped. But the main reason why I am what I am right now, is because of my upbringing. My parents never spoiled me with expensive stuff, and although there was a point where I wished I have them, I just focused on the ones that I have right now, because it’s still a blessing, and I am still fortunate enough, unlike other children who had a rough childhood. I don’t get to appreciate them unless if those things were taken away from me. It’s a privilege, and I’m grateful enough for that. Alright, that’s it for now. We’re about to pray together as a family, and we’ll continue to pray that this pandemic finally ends, and we could all go back to our normal lives.

FRIDAY – 9:59 PM

THE POWER OF ONE PRAYER

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Praying every day doesn’t really consume that much of your time. I know I’ve reiterated this over and over in my past entries, but one of my prayers got answered, and it’s related to the wellness of my family. I kept on praying that my dad is going to be alright, considering that he becomes anxious sometimes, and the only thing that could make it go away is when he talks to us. I’m also grateful that he’s my dad, because he still spends time communicating with us. Along with that, I’m glad that my mom didn’t contract the disease, because she constantly goes out to buy food and other stuff. I also recited one bible verse from the Book of John 3:16 which is “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” It reminds us that everything in the world happens for a reason, and that God has a plan for each and every one of us. Despite all of the chaos happening in the world, I’m sure He’s letting us try to realize something through those happenings, and that is being grateful for getting a chance to live, since many are already suffering from the disease the COVID-19 virus brings. Before I move on into the weekends, I usually reflect on what I did this week, to determine whether I have been productive or not. I try to stay productive in anyway possible, and for the upcoming self-care week, I plan to practice more in playing the piano, because I plan to pursue music too, and it’s what I love. I just find joy in playing instruments, and I could go as far as making my own covers and my own compositions too. I also want to read books related to the economy, the stock market and finance, since I also desire to become an investor someday, just like my dad, although his job is really an Electronics Engineer, he also invests in the stock market whenever he has time, along with the family time he spends with us.

         These are my routines every day, and although it may not that much, I’m sure it’ll give you something to do to remain productive during these days. Our mental and spiritual health is now more important than ever, and it’s only fitting to do these. In praying, it could be before and after meals, waking up and before going to sleep. As for the bible verses, you could incorporate them into your schedule once a day. It’s not enough though, if you don’t really apply the lessons that the verses convey in your life. Such example is when we encounter a situation that’s left us with uncertainty to decide on something. God and the Holy Spirit will surely help us provide the strength and wisdom, to do what’s good and proper. Reciting one also helps us calm down and think through it wisely. We have to be ready for these situations in life, and this quarantine provides us plenty of time to do so, for our character development and our decision-making skills, because one wrong decision later on in life will really change everything, which will then cause us to regret doing it.

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How has your week been? Well I’ve been depressed all week, so that’s fine and dandy. Idk. There are just lots of things to be anxious and insecure about these days. If I could sleep all day to escape everything I would, but the weather still sucks and I especially don’t want to look unproductive in front of my family. This could really just be my period coming soon, but the fact stands that I feel unwell and it suuuuucks. Have you done anything interesting in the last week or so? Probably the most unique thing that has happened is that I brought Cooper to the vet today and they performed skin scraping on him because his skin’s been acting up a bit. I’ve never heard of the procedure until today, but man...his screams were gut-wrenching. He got vaccinated right after it so it was double the pain for him. I think it’s also a reason why I’m not feeling too good today. Have you been shopping? Definitely not recently; it would be insensitive to go shopping in the situation we’re in. I did like shopping pre-lockdown, though. I didn’t do it often, but what I’d do is that I’d get a bunch of new clothes in one go then wait till the next few weeks or month to get another batch of new pieces. Have you been to the park? I’ve been to tiny parks here and there, but our government doesn’t care for public spaces so we don’t have a lot of spacious parks to begin with. Have you driven a car? I’ve been driving a car for four years. The last time I drove one was around an hour ago when I drove from the vet clinic to back home.

Have you hugged someone? Alright, I’m going to start assuming these questions refer to things I’ve done within the last week, or at least fairly recently. Anyway, other than my dogs no I haven’t. We’re still not allowed to for the most part.  Have you held someone's hand? Nope. Have you worn nice shoes? I mean I think all my shoes are nice, so yeah. Have you worn an expensive item of jewellery? Nope. Again, kinda unnecessary and inappropriate given the circumstances. It’s a really bad time for hunger, homelessness, and poverty in my country now and I’d just look like a gigantic jerk if I wore designer jewelry. Have you used public transport? No. I didn’t do so even before the lockdown. If they drastically improved our public transport system then I might give it a shot, but that hasn’t been the case for 30+ years and every aspect of our buses, trains, jeepneys, tricycles, etc. is just so run-down. Ever heard of trains breaking down and making your passengers – mostly employees trying to get to work on time – literally walk on the railroad under 35ºC weather to the next stop? Only in the Philippines. The service is embarrassing and disappointing enough for me to want to take a private car everywhere I go. Have you had your photo taken? Yeah. My thesis adviser gathered me and her other advisees for a Zoom meet to take a group photo with her earlier this week. She said it’s a tradition for her to do it with her advisees every year, but since we obviously can’t meet up this year she just set up the Zoom for us. It was adorable.

Speaking of that day, have a photo of me being a dumbass with technology and somehow making my virtual background imposed on my face instead of being my actual background.

Have you made or created anything? I don’t think so, no. Have you seen someone you have a crush on? Nope. Have you flirted? Definitely not. Have you used tissues? Yeah well. I have two dogs. We don’t have a scooper and we’ve always just used tissues to pick their stuff up. Have you vomited or felt like you were going to? No. I’ve been depressed this week, but fortunately I haven’t been crouched-over-toilet depressed. Have you consumed alcohol? I was thinking of doing so sometime this week but I might save it for my virtual graduation or something, because I’m pretty sure I’ll be feeling lonely as fuck once the ceremony’s over. Have you broken the law? For like ten seconds. When I walked up to the vet clinic a few weeks ago something had felt amiss and I also felt a few people staring at me. Turns out I FORGOT MY MASK IN THE CAR. I had only gone out for the second time in four months back then and wasn’t super accustomed to the precautions yet. It was super embarrassing but fortunately no one handcuffed me, as is the automatic reaction from the police here. Have you received a speeding or parking ticket? I don’t think we have speeding here (we have speed limits but ticketing someone for speeding is unheard of here. Weird) and no, I’ve never gotten in trouble for where I’ve parked because I like following the rules lol Have you played with a child or toddler? Only with a puppy.

Have you cleaned your bedroom? It’s been tidy for a while so there’s no need to clean it for now. Have you used a vacuum cleaner? No. I’m usually not put in charge of it. Have you taken a bubble bath? I have not. Have you signed your name? A few times. Sometimes bills will come in for my parents and I’d have to sign in their place to let the post office know I was the one who received the email. Have you been to a restaurant? Of course not. I wish I have been though. Have you been to an art gallery or museum? No. There aren’t even any nearby museums as it is. Have you eaten ice cream?  Also no. My siblings and I haven’t been craving for ice cream anymore so whenever my dad has bought some, they’re flavors we don’t like. Have you eaten steak? I fuckin’ wish. Have you eaten mango? I don’t think so. My dad did make a dish with green mangoes the other night, but I made sure to put those on the side of my plate. Have you drunk orange juice? No. The only juices we have are cranberry and prune, and both are for my mom. Have you played with a pet? Like a million times. Have you read a magazine? Kind of, because I’ve visited my grandma a few times recently to pick up some things. She loooves collecting lifestyle and society magazines, and whenever she asks me to stay for a few minutes at her place I pick up a mag and skim through it for a bit. Have you knocked on someone's front door? Nope. Have you been to a concert? No. Not only is that indefinitely no longer allowed, but no one interesting was scheduled to have a show in Manila anyway, like if the lockdown never happened. The biggest act that was supposed to happen was Billie Eilish in like September but I didn’t have plans to go to her show. Have you listened to music? Yes, some days more heavily than others. Have you felt nervous? I feel nervous about various things like 15 times a day. Have you been to the beach? No. Been wishing I was there, though. Have you seen a sibling? Yes. I was across them five minutes ago. Have you seen a cousin? I HAVE, and I’m so happy I have. It’s nice to see another relative after so long. We didn’t have a lot of time to catch up, but it was still fun. Have you worn a uniform? I haven’t needed to. Have you played a musical instrument? Nope. Have you played a board game? No. I haven’t in a while either. Have you had a nap during the day? Yes. Sometimes I’ll doze off from 10 AM to lunch, and other times I’ll be feeling drowsy in the middle of the afternoon. Have you been upset at anyone? Of course.

It’s the end of the survey and I just wanted to update y’all that my mom arrived home from work WITH STEAK omg. Apparently it’s a gift from one of her distant cousins who had asked her for a favor, but when plans fell through she gave her steak and A BURGER to make up for it. I’m feeling awesome right now lol

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[alicemoonwonderland]

Take Care Of You

Moosh requested me the following: Haaaai gurrrrl ;) Could I... request... DOMESTIC COR FLUFF PLS OMG <3 *where it goes, SFW/NSFW is up to you- don't wanna hold your muse down x*

And I decided to go with some SFW fluff. Need to keep writing sfw fluff as well, or else I will get rusty! And I needed to cheer myself up lol.

Summary: You got a cold at the same you got your period, so Cor takes care of you.

Fandom; Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Cor Leonis x Fem!Reader

Rating: SFW

Words: 1153

Warning: sickness and periods.

Tagging: @themissimmortal​ @stunninglyignis​ @angelic-guardienne​ @fieryfantasy​ @angelic-guardienne​ @nykamito​ @louisvuittontrashbags​ @blindbae​ @hypaalicious​ @ridingchocobros​ @dirtyffxvconfession​ @gladiolusacn​ @cupnoodle-queen​

He carefully manipulated the door as he balanced several bags, pushing into the house and using his feet to close it behind him. Exhaling, he toed off his shoes as he was glad to be home from mission. Wishing he had been able to come home a day or two earlier.

Moving to the kitchen, he listened carefully but heard nothing. You must be sleeping. That made him sigh in relief as you hadn't been feeling well. Your period having come earlier than expected, and it was another painful one. On top of that, you gotten a cold. Talk about not having a good few day.

Quickly, he moved around and poured the chicken soup Ignis had given him in a bowl, poured a glass of fresh orange juice, and put meds onto a tray. Picking it up and carrying it to the bedroom. His heart squeezed with emotions when he found you curled up in bed, wearing his shirt and boxers while hugging his pillow.

Placing the tray on the bedside table, he crouched down beside you and brushed your hair out of your face. Gently checking your temperature and feeling you had a bit of a raise.

"Cor?"

"I am here, sweetheart," he whispered so gently as he didn't want to disturb you too much. Your head must be aching. It always did when you got a cold as your sinuses would be stuffed, and the pressure hurting you. "You feel like sitting up and eating a bit? Ignis made you some soup."

A smile lit up your face as you opened your eyes, Cor's face softening even more as he could just see how miserable you were feeling. And still you tried to smile, no matter in how much pain you were.

"You shouldn't get too close to me, Cor. You could get sick." With his help, you sat up and leaned back against the headboard with pillows supporting your back. The Marshal placed the tray carefully on your lap as he put your hair carefully in a loose braid so it wouldn't stick against your skin.

"Love, when was the last time I got sick?" he asked you amused, but also a bit seriously. He rarely got sick, got all his vaccines every year but also naturally just didn't get sick often. When he did he turned into a baby, but the chances on that happening were less than once percent.

"Let me air out the room and make you a bath." You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you took your medicine and watched him move around the bedroom, Opening the curtains slightly and opening a window to let in fresh air.

Then you watched him move to the bathroom and rummaging around there. He always turned into a mother hen when you were sick, or on your period. Knowing how painful it could be for you. Hopefully the medicine would help because you didn't feel like being a miserable waste for longer than a day.

Soon enough, he walked back in the bedroom and sat down beside you. Nodding pleased when he saw that you had eaten most of the food, taken your medicine, and drank the juice. "I'm sorry that it took me so long to get home."

You shook your head as you took his hand and kissed his knuckles gently. "Don't worry about it, Cor, you have your work and it is important."

"You're important too."  Those quiet words, but filled with the utmost love, made you melt like goo. Cor wasn't the one with flowery words, so when he said things like this, it made you all fuzzy.

Everyone saw Cor as this stoic hard man. And they weren't wrong, but there was so much more to him. He was the kindest and sweetest man you knew, who showed his love in the small thoughtful ways. Like a book appearing on your work desk which you have wanted very badly. Or a packed lunch before you left for work. A new coat waiting for you on the bed.

Cutie. Such a cutie. He shot you a curious look but didn't ask what was going on in your mind. You two chatted about his mission, and what you had been doing while he was away.

After finishing your meal, he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom - quickly undressing you and putting you in the water. It did wonder for your sore muscles, and the steam clearing your airways. You opened your mouth to thank him, but he gave you a level eyed look.

Smiling innocent, you closed your mouth again. He never liked it when you tried to thank him for stuff that he thought was just natural and given.

"Rest, don't drown yourself," his eyes twinkle as you toss some water at him, and he dodged it expertly. "I will be changing the sheets, back in a minute." He leaned in and pressed a kiss on your forehead. Sighing happily,

You moved deeper into the water, closing your eyes as you relaxed. Playing with the foam and water, you heard Cor muttering to himself as he struggled with the sheets. It made you snicker. Even the great Cor Leonis had trouble trying to change the sheets of a double bed. Ha, only you knew that.

Zoning out a bit, you didn't notice him returning and softly massaging your scalp. "How are you feeling baby? Better?" he asked concerned, and you nodded lightly.

"Medicine are kicking in so my stomach isn't hurting so much anymore. Just feeling exhausted." Being sick and having your period drained so much. You couldn't wait to snuggle up in his arms.

"Bed is all fresh and clean. Room is aired out, so I guess we can get a nice nap." He lifted you out of the tub and dried you off with so much care. You pouted softly as you wanted to kiss him, but didn't want to get him sick even though he was the Immortal.

"Soon, you little imp," he reassured you as he helped you into a pair of his boxers and shirt. Carrying you back to the bed. Usually you would protest and complain but it made you all warm and fuzzy right now.

He tucked you in and joined you in bed. He had closed the curtains again to make the room dark, resting you gently against his chest. Sighing happily, you nuzzled against his chest and closed your eyes as they hurt a bit.

"Sleep. I am right here. Took a few days off to take care of you."

"Good, you're getting some well-deserved rest as well." You felt his lips brush against your temple as the fresh sheets were pulled over your shoulder. He started to hum the lullaby you loved so much. Soon, you drifted off into slumber with the words 'I love you' following you.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #cor leonis #cor leonis x reader #ffxv fanfiction #written by alicemoonwonderland