#i need to buy PET SUPPLIES i have no MONEY

[cowboydisaster]

The Fire In Your Eyes

part II: blackwater i

originally posted on 22 february 2023

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 4k

summary: you start to settle in with the gang, making some friends and some enemies. As you acclimate to your new life, parts of you miss the freedom of solitude, while a new feeling drives you towards companionship.

a/n: chapter two is here! For those of you that missed the post, I will be updating this series with a new chapter every wednesday. I'm super proud of this one. Thanks to @margowritesthings for being my beta reader, biggest supporter, and my ride or die

SERIES MASTERPOST

"The hell did you buy in there anyway? A book?" You ask, trotting closer to Arthur and Boadicea to peek over his reins. There's a little leather bound book in his hands that he angrily stuffs into his satchel. You’ve both just left the general store in Blackwater after picking up some supplies for the good of the camp. You have no money, but Arthur had brought camp funds to purchase supplies for everyone. While in the store, he’d found a small leather bound book, and you’ve been thinking about it since you both left the store.

"Ain't none of your business lady, now let's get back." He huffs, spurring Boadicea into a canter past the old withering Blackwater church. The sound of hooves on dirt is loud as you push the horse, gripping tightly onto the saddle horn for extra stability.

"Well if it's none of my business, you shouldn't have bought it in front of me. That's on you." You counter, curious if Arthur even knows how to read, let alone enjoys it. You’ve only been with the gang for three and a half days, but in that time you’ve been able to observe the other gang members. Mostly, you’ve stuck to yourself, eating and working alone unless Ms. Grimshaw makes you work with the girls. But in that time, all you’ve seen Arthur do is physical labor, like chopping wood, going out on jobs, or planning with Dutch and Hosea. You had wrongfully assumed he’s the type of man who only entertains himself with liquor, women and fighting. Every day you seem to be proving yourself more and more wrong. 

"I bought it in front of you because I have to take you with me. You're like a goddamn pet, take my eyes off ya for a second and you're starting something. Dutch didn’t want you causin’ trouble so he told me to keep an eye on ya." 

Fury bubbles in your chest at the new information. This is about that big ugly bastard, what's his name. The past few days you've spent at their camp all he's done is sleep, drink and annoy everyone. He hasn't changed his sweat stained blue flannel since you've been there, and his big brown draft horse has never left the hitching post. He had made some rather crass comments about Arthur bringing you back and you punched him right in the face for it. Nearly knocked him on his ass. It got an amused chuckle out of Arthur, but the other gang members weren't too pleased about you strutting into their camp and starting fights. He started it, you just finished it. But of course you, the newcomer, are to blame and now you need a babysitter. 

"Gonna keep an eye on me, that's it? What- you're gonna sleep next to my bedroll too? Make sure I don't go out and start beating up the folk, even the ones that need it?" You growl, irritated with Dutch for giving you a chaperone, and at Arthur for being the chaperone. 

"If that's what it takes to keep that damn temper under control then, sure" Arthur laughs.

"I guess I'd rather go buyin' romance novels with you then sittin' back there with some of those fools." You bite, cantering towards the opening of the camp. 

"I- dammit woman, it ain't a book. It's a journal. Lost my old one some months ago in a fire.  I saw this one and I just picked it up..." He says. 

You're utterly shocked. He journals? A new little layer of this big tough outlaw falls away and you can peek into the man inside. He goes around saving women in distress and writes about his feelings? Well shit. 

"Never took you for a writer, Mr. Morgan, but it suits you well. Maybe one day you'll have to let me peek in there, see what goes on in that head a you-" 

You stop in your tracks at the sound coming from camp. It's a rat-like voice with a greasy, nasty vocabulary. He's yelling, harassing someone for something. It's an unfamiliar voice and you spur the buckskin faster after Arthur to find the source. Arthur doesn’t look entirely alarmed, more annoyed, as if he knows the voice. When he sees the worry on your face, he’s quick to respond.

"That's Micah… you steer clear of him, alright?" He asks, to which you don't answer.

As your horses slow, stepping into the camp, you hop down from the saddle, tossing your reins over the hitching post and jog into the open area filled with tents. 

"The hells goin' on now? You've been back five goddamn minutes and your stirrin' up a ruckus." Arthur calls out from beside you. 

A medium height, blonde man with a nasty smile and pale blue eyes turns around, running his fingers over his thick mustache. His red shirt is stained with what you assume to be the beer that he reeks of. It has filled his stomach, giving him a drinker’s gut and painting his nose with red blotches. Just the sight of him has you backing up a few steps.

"Awe, didntcha' miss me, Morgan?" He asks sarcastically, holding his arms out in mock disbelief. 

Arthur sports a deep scowl as he glares at Micah, stepping towards him. It's then that Micah notices you standing beside Arthur. You're much shorter than him, but you hold your chin up high, shoulders pushed back. Micah’s lips curl up in an eerie smile as he runs his eyes over your body.

"Well who might you be, madam?" Micah sneers. Pure anger and aggression pump through your veins as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure. Then his eyes move around to the people in camp, lingering on Arthur's. 

"She claimed? You Morgan's whore then? Say, you think he'll share you with me?" Micah laughs maniacally, bending back and resting his hands on his gun belt. His blonde hair is filthy, his teeth even more so, everything about this man repels you. He's a snake, a shifty rat and you can see it from a mile away. 

"I ain't no one's whore." You squint, wishing to just take this bastard out and be done with it. 

"Careful, Micah. She'll tear you a new one." Arthur warns, seemingly hoping that you will. God, he would love to watch you beat the shit out of Micah. He'd pay to.  

Micah seems to be amused by this, laughing loudly and glancing around the camp to see if anyone heard Arthur. He doesn't believe for a fraction of a second that you could best him.

"I ain't afraid of an itty bitty lady," Micah steps forward, glancing down over you before shifting his eyes and addressing Arthur,

"She'd look real pretty on her knees for me, wouldn't she Ar-"

You knee him as hard as you can, right in the groin, causing him to bend at the waist and groan in pain. 

"Y-You bitch!" He yells, right before you slip a pair of metal knuckles that were in your pocket over your fingers and punch him square in the cheekbone. The knuckles cut up his face, blood trickling down his cheek before he falls over, completely knocked out cold. You're a small woman, but with some little adjustments, you're stronger than the men. You slip the knuckles off, sliding them back into your pocket and tapping them for good measure.

"Tried to warn the bastard…" Arthur sighs, grabbing Micah by the feet and dragging him towards the outskirts of camp where he'll probably wake up later. You realize that you'd gained a bit of a crowd, blushing as you look around and see several pleased faces. You remember most of their names. The red haired Irishman, Sean steps over to you, proudly slapping you on the back with a huge grin. 

"Ha! Ya knocked him right on his ass ‘tere! So much for an itty bitty lady, eh?"

A blonde haired woman, a little taller than you comes over with a big smile. She’s under the arm of a young gang member, you think Lennys his name. 

“Well I’ll be damned! Hell yeah, It's good to see another badass woman around here, I was gettin’ tired of puttin’ all the boys in their place.” She laughs, pulling Lenny behind her and moving forward to hand you something. It's a five dollar bill, and you reach out to take it, confused. 

“We had a bet that someone was gonna knock him out soon as he got back. Entertaining us with a show like that? You deserve it. I’d do anything to see that bastard get put down by a lady.”

You smile up at her, nodding to the stranger as you place the bill in your pocket. 

“I'm Jenny by the way. Say, you're new as a shiny penny, figures these boys can't control themselves. Buncha assholes, especially Micah. He gets his fill of torture from all of us though, don't you worry miss." Jenny smiles at you, her blonde hair frames her freckled face beautifully. 

"You wanna come officially meet the girls? We can get you set up, get you a tent and some new clothes. Figure you wanna get away from Mr. Morgan over there for the day, he's a sour bastard." Jenny yells the last part in Arthur’s direction so that he can hear. 

“You’ll hear no argument from me on that account, ma'am.” Arthur quips, dropping Micah into the woods,

You eye Lenny and Jenny, a little unsure. It's hard for you to trust people, especially other outlaws but they seem kind enough. You turn your neck around to see Arthur, the only one you've really interacted with besides the two men you knocked out, and then you look back to Lenny and Jenny. They're both young and bright eyed, hopeful. It's a change you're grateful for, albeit not used to. What could be the harm?

"Alright then, the girls…" You whisper nervously. You've seen a few other women walking through the camp in the past four days, and they've eyed you with curiosity but none made a move to interact with you. You'll never show it but you're a bit nervous. You keep to yourself for the most part. You've had to because you have no one else. But that's changing. 

You follow the two past a few tents, and to a wagon with a few boxes sitting around to be used as chairs. Wolf pelts and blankets are stacked into a makeshift bed on the ground under a hanging canvas. As you take in the little details of the camp, you don't miss the way Jenny and Lenny's hands intertwine, and you smile for it. It's apparent that someone has been through a lot of effort to make the camp homey. Fluffy pelts line the seats and chairs, beautifully decorated animal skulls top some of the tents and each person’s designated area is filled with their personal preferences and belongings. Pictures and books line the little tables and crates around the place and boxes of beer and whiskey as well. It really is a home. 

There's a wagon with canvas material making a little lean to, and under it sit three girls. The first one to notice you has short blonde hair and a contagious smile. There's wonder in her eyes, and optimism. 

"Well hi! We was wonderin' when we'd get to meet you, we could barely hold back from goin' over there but we didn't wanna push ya! Say, you’ve been here just four days and you’ve already knocked down the two biggest bastards here. First Bill and now Micah? I like you already!" The blonde haired girl says before adding, "Oh, I'm Karen by the way. And this is Marybeth and Tilly.” She adds, pointing towards the other girls who smile and wave coyly. The girl furthest from you with dark colored skin and braided hair that collects into a low bun, Tilly, speaks up.

“Don’t be shy, we don’t bite. Well Karen does, but only when Ms. Grimshaw comes around. Doesn’t seem like you’ll be dealing much with her though. You gonna run with the men like Jenny here?” Tilly asks, nodding towards Jenny. You notice the contrast in their attire. Tilly, Marybeth and Karen are wearing dresses, apparently you and Jenny are the only two women who work out of camp. You haven't thought much about what your role will be in the camp though.

“Uh, yeah I guess I will be. I haven’t thought about it much though, just gettin’ here and all…And I’m only stayin’ till I'm back on my feet, so I’ll do whatever needs done till I get enough money to head somewhere else.” You mumble, looking down to your raggedy clothes. The girls grow a little quiet, sensing your dilemma before Jenny speaks up. 

“Well for now, you’re stuck with us! C’mon, we’ll get you some new clothes and have Ms. Grimshaw set you up a tent. I assume you’ll want a tent by Arthur, y’know with him bringing you in and all.”

— —

By nightfall you have three new pairs of jeans, two black and one blue, four new shirts, dark green, white, black and red, and a brand new pair of boots. They’ve accommodated you well, and you try not to think about your growing debt to the gang. 

Your tent is nicer than anything you’ve had for a long while. It's a white canvas ‘A frame’ tent with a nice sized cot, a wardrobe and a nightstand. The girls have given you some blankets and items to decorate around the place and it looks good, it’s rather cozy. Currently you sit cross legged on the cot, writing in your journal. The soft glow of candlelight alongside the campfires outside provide enough light for you to write without straining your eyes. It's a beautiful night, and owls hoot as warm wind blows across the Great Plains, it's a perfect moment. 

It’s the fourth day I've been here, but today was different. I met Jenny, and she introduced me to a few others. She’s a lot like me. Jenny doesn’t follow the rules, she makes her own way. I admire her for that. And Arthur? Well, I haven't  seen much of him. He’s been working on some big job with Dutch, and they’re keeping it real quiet. Oh, and he journals too, he picked one up in town today. Never thought a man such as himself would take to journaling. There’s a heart in there somewhere, deep down as it may be. I guess he’s like me in that way…

You startle at the sound of a knock against the beam of your tent. You jump a little, reaching down to your holster before you realize it’s only Arthur. 

“Shit, sorry. You scared the hell outta me. Ain’t used to livin’ with other people.” You laugh, folding your journal shut and tucking your pen into the book’s spine. Arthur is leaning against the tent beam with two bowls in hand, it looks like he’s washed up, probably in the lake or the river, but he's wearing a clean black stand collar shirt and a new pair of jeans. His wet hair drips a little, and the smell of soap travels to your nose.

“You’ll get used to it. Here, I brought ya some dysentery.” Arthur jokes, holding out a bowl of Pearson’s stew to you. You take it, grateful for it even though it tastes awful. 

“Thanks. Here, come sit, keep me company.” You scooch to the other side of your cot, once again sitting cross legged. 

“Well I ain’t no good company miss, I can promise you that, but sure.” 

Arthur sits down on the cot, and it dips under his weight. He watches you out of the corner of his eye for a moment, then glances at your book while you both eat. 

“So what were you writin’ in that book a’ yours?” Arthur asks, nodding towards your leather journal.  

You crack a smile, prodding at the mushy soup with your spoon. 

“You really wanna know? I'll show you mine, but you gotta show me what's in yours.” You offer with a raised eyebrow. Arthur’s cheeks glow a little red and he scratches at the back of his neck.

“Well I just got it today, and I ain’t put much in it yet.” Arthur says a little awkwardly. You take note of his embarrassment, and make a mental note to peek the next time he has it out.

“So how's it been so far? The camp I mean. Everyone treatin’ you well? I'm sure you’ll give ‘em hell if they don’t.” Arthur asks, looking to you, before bringing the metal bowl up to his lips and drinking down the broth left over in the bowl. You can’t help the smile that brightens up your features while you nod. 

“It’s been good. Jenny’s real nice, I like her a lot. All the girls are kind too. I ain’t talked to much of anyone else, well besides Micah, is he alright by the way?” You ask, hoping you didn’t kill him. You don’t really care if the bastard is dead or not, but killing him on your fourth day in the gang would not help your chances of getting along with Dutch. 

“I think he left for a while, didn’t wanna come back and be the camp idiot for gettin’ beat up by a little lady-” He starts before you interject. 

“I ain’t a little lady.” You bite. Arthur chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender. He disagrees, you are a little lady, but he also wants to keep his head. 

“Whatever you say, miss. I'm partial to keepin’ your fists far away from this old mug,'' Arthur's smile falters for a moment, and he looks over to you with sincerity, “but I'm glad to hear you’re settlin’ in alright.”

You nod, unsure of how to respond as you extend your arm to place the empty stew bowl on your nightstand. Arthur takes it out of your hand instead, standing up and stacking your dishes on top of his own. 

“Well I’ll leave you to it, I don’t wanna take up anymore of your time,” He tips his head to you, “Goodnight miss.”

“G’night Arthur.” You watch his back as he leaves your tent and returns your dishes back to Pearson’s table. 

You think of him as you dress down and tuck yourself into bed. It’s been a long time since you’ve enjoyed someone’s company. He intrigues you. There's so many layers to Arthur Morgan, and you find yourself wanting to peel them back and discover the man at heart. You toss and turn in your bed, angrily fluffing your pillow and tearing your blankets off of your bare legs just to pull them back on again. Despite the new bed, and the tent, you find yourself  longing for the freedom of the grass, you miss the stars. 

With a sigh, you reach down onto the grass below your bed and grab your boots. You swing your legs over the edge and pull them on, not bothering to dress yourself half decent. The shirt you’re wearing is a man’s, it's huge on you, but Jenny figured it would make a good night shirt. The white shirt swallows your figure as you step out of your tent and into the night. Everyone has gone to bed already as you tiptoe to the outskirts of camp. There's a dark forest at the edge, and maybe it's your exhaustion, but you find it enticing. You walk through the grass, wishing that you could feel it on your feet. It’s only been four days, but dammit, you miss the freedom. Solitude can be a beautiful thing, you’ve found out. And even though you’re glad to have been saved by the gang, parts of you ache to return to the wilderness. 

You slip your cowboy boots off, abandoning them on the ground between you and Arthur’s tent. They slump to the ground, spurs clicking as they hit the floor, and you step into the trees.

You pick wildflowers, humming and singing to yourself as you pluck their stems from the earth and add them to your collection. The breeze is warm and it flutters through your hair. A few times you feel eyes on you, but you dismiss them as animals lurking in the night. Some find the woods as eerie and unknown, but they’ve always been your home. You make a little bouquet of wildflowers, they're all different colors and sizes, and you hold them up to your nose and inhale that deep, specific scent. Lastly, you lay back on the grass, holding the flowers in your hands and look up to the stars. 

“A coach and six white horses,”

You twirl a poppy between your fingers, bringing it up to your nose before you continue singing,

“Blacks and bays, dapples, and grays,”

 You bring your knees up, crossing your legs as your hair splays out in the grass.

“All the pretty little horses…”

You’ve always been on your own, and this will be hard. Acclimating to a new place, with new people, and handing your control over to a new leader, all of it has you nervous, uneasy. You’re not sure how long you’ll stay. A part of you, the part that led you into the forest, begs for your freedom back. And yet a new feeling piques your interest as well, and it scares you. You look up at the constellations, tracing the big dipper with your eyes and grounding yourself with the familiarity. This new pull… it’s dangerous. You’ve distanced yourself from others for a reason, and yet here you are, breaking all of your rules.

—

Arthur’s eyebrows draw together as he leans up on his elbows in his cot. He’s been unable to sleep tonight, too distracted with the Blackwater job, and with you to get some shut eye. He’s stirred up by some quiet click noises, followed by some shallow singing. The song reaches his ears and immediately he recognizes it. It's “All the Pretty Little Horses,” a lullaby his momma used to sing to him when he was a kid. There’s some emotion there that he pushes down, sitting up to peek out of the open tent. 

And there you are. 

Arthur's smile is bittersweet as he watches you, laying in the grass in nothing but a goddamn shirt. Because of course you're the type to pick flowers, barefoot in the dead of night. Of course you’re the type to sing to the stars. He chuckles to himself, and doesn’t even think about it as he grabs his empty journal that he’d bought in the morning. He rests the leather book against his knee, leaning over to grab his pencil off his nightstand. As he does so, his eyes collide with the framed picture of Mary. Arthur sighs, gently grabbing the corner of the frame and tipping it so the picture lays face down. 

“Long time ago now…” Arthur whispers, lingering over the photo for a moment before grabbing his pencil. 

He doesn’t think, he just draws, starting with your legs that are crossed over each other, your torso and the flowers in your hand, and then your face and hair as you look up to the stars. He hums along lowly with your singing as he finishes up his sketch. There’s an incredible amount of detail to the picture, and he tries not to think about why that is as he adds a note to his sketch. 

She’s a lot like the stars in a way, I’ve realized. A force, fiery and burning as a flame, not to be reckoned with. She’s got no ties, she’s on her own. And yet she’s kind, singing and picking flowers in the middle of the damn night. She's something else, that woman. 

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x y/n #arthur morgan x you #rdr2 #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfic

[bettafishblr]

Fish ownership on a budget:

Do your research before you get the fish. I cannot emphasize this enough. It may not seem like a budgeting tip, but you WILL waste money going in blind. You'll buy stuff you don't need, buy the wrong thing and have to replace it, hurt your fish and need to buy treatment, etc. Sick fish are expensive fish, and it's not fair to make an animal suffer because you're impatient.

Save up and buy supplies gradually. This allows you to wait and find the best deals, as well as avoid the shock of dropping $200 on fish tank stuff all at once. Impulse buys are not your friend.

Buy the tank and filter first, if possible. You'll want to start your cycle as soon as possible, since it can take awhile (weeks) depending on tank size. I'll make a post about what that means later, but trust me, it's important.

If you live where there's Petco stores, wait until they have their Dollar Per Gallon sale. It is what it sounds like; a 10 gallon tank (good size for a betta) will cost you $10. Capitalism stupid, so make it work for you.

If you don't live where there's Petco stores, you might try buying a used tank. Garage sales, Ebay, Facebook Marketplace, whatever. Make sure it can hold water before buying, and clean it well once you get it home.

Some folks will try to sell you a tank at the price they bought it for; do not buy at that price if you can help it. Wait a bit longer and there will be someone who's selling at a more reasonable price. Fish tanks do not have high resale value once they have been used.

Guppies are a popular beginner fish, and they breed a lot. Most livebearers do. Don't slut shame them, just get a big tank, or all one sex. All females might still bring about fry (babies) as they might be pregnant when you get them. All males will still need a good sized tank as you need a lot of fish and a lot of plants/decor to avoid fighting.

If you've got a friend with guppies, you might be able to get a few for free/cheap. I am not kidding when I say these guys breed a lot.

"Feeder fish" are often priced cheaply, but they may not actually be a cheap fish in the long run. Goldfish need very large tanks, and a strong filter as they produce a LOT of waste. Feeder fish in general may also be sickly, partially because of poor breeding, partly because of how easily disease spreads in the stressful situations they are usually kept in. That's not to say they can't be good pets, but be aware of the risk.

If you're going to buy it often, buy it in bulk if possible. You'll usually save money that way (Exception is food if your fish is a picky eater. Nobody wants to be stuck with a fucking gallon of fish food your Gordon-Ramsay-In-Fish-Form refuses to eat).

Embrace the ugly. You may have decided to get a fish for the aesthetic pleasure, but you must remember that it is a living being above all. Fish tanks can be beautiful, and there's no reason they shouldn't be! But if you can't manage pretty and healthy, it is your responsibility to prioritize the health and wellbeing of your fish, whether the tank looks how you want it or not. You might like to be able to see your fish at all times, but if having limited hiding spaces stresses them out, give them somewhere to hide.

#fish #fishblr #petblr #betta fish #guppies

[themetalvirus]

ok, hi, PSA completely unrelated to sonic:

DO NOT RELY ON PET STORE EMPLOYEES FOR ANIMAL CARE INSTRUCTIONS

i cannot fucking believe how many people think that talking to a petco employee about how to take care of a fish or lizard is all the information they need. if you are buying an animal, ANY ANIMAL, you need to do YOUR OWN RESEARCH into that animal's needs. hamsters, gerbils, any kind of fish, ferrets, hell even dogs and cats if you're a first time pet owner, EVERYTHING. pet store employees, ESPECIALLY chain store employees, are not properly trained on how to take care of these animals and will not have reliable or comprehensive care instructions ready for you.

DO NOT ASSUME A PET STORE EMPLOYEE HAS ALL THE INFORMATION ABOUT THE ANIMAL YOU ARE BUYING

DO NOT ASSUME THAT A PET STORE HAS THE APPROPRIATE SUPPLIES FOR THE ANIMAL YOU ARE BUYING

PET STORES EXIST TO MAKE MONEY AND NOT TO PROMOTE ANIMAL WELFARE

IF I SEE ONE MORE PERSON PUT A FISH IN AN UNCYCLED TANK IM GOING TO EXPLODE

#exoticbutterstxt

[lunarfleur]

ooo can you do more xavier thorpe dating/fluff hcs? i loveyour blog btw :))

Xavier Thorpe Dating Hcs!

Tagging: @juneberrie @collieflower215

Warnings: talks of mental health and depression, slight mention of making out and hickeys, but nothing other than that

Starting off, his top 3 love languages (from 3rd to 1st) are acts of service, physical affection, and gift giving

Doing/showing these are how he says he loves you without words

Xavier likes doing things for you, weather it be carrying your things, cleaning your room, getting you food, helping you with errands, or literally anything you can think of

Physical affection is pretty close to 1st place. He likes holding you, kissing you, having you against him. He can’t get enough of having you in his lap and/or in his arms

But I feel like it’s so easy to forget that he’s probably rich. Like his dad, although an asshole, just gives Xavier money so he doesn’t have to deal with his son. But most of the time, when he’s not buying clothes or art supplies, he’s buying things for you. Clothes, food, jewelry, blankets, and literally anything else. He buys you something whenever you need it or it reminds him of you.

Okay now

This boy has got some issues

When something, anything, is wrong he pushes everyone away (projecting, Mick?)

It makes it so obvious that he’s not okay, but you’ll basically have to force him to talk if he bottles it up for too long

More than anything he needs someone who will listen and just be there when he needs it

He knows that loving him isn’t easy, so he needs someone who’ll be patient with him

He doesn’t cry often, so if he sheds even a few tears it’s probably serious

He really only cries over his lack of parental love and the pure exhaustion his depression can bring

When it’s get bad he just cries

Moving on

You guys spend a lot of time in his art shed

He likes having you in his lap while he paints so he can kiss you every so often

If you ask him for art lessons he will simply melt

A lot of times you two go in there to just hang out. Music might be playing and you two will either sit on the floor in each other’s arms and talk or make out or something

He won’t mind if you go in his shed without him, he just asks you to not search through his stuff

The only thing he would ever hide in there is a gift for you, but he wants to know that he can trust you to respect his privacy

Of course, he does the same for you

There’s not much to do in there, but it smells like him and there’s paintings and sketches of you and him in there

It’s peaceful

Also, Xavier just smells good

He doesn’t smell like anything in particular, other than his deodorant, but naturally he just has a nice smell

Xavier has a tendency to get carried away with affection

Like he gets so lost in loving you that he forgets about the rest of the world

Please get yourself some foundation and/or concealer because hickeys are a very common thing

Xavier has pages on pages of you in his sketchbook

There’s paintings galore, as well

You’re his muse. Anytime he struggles with art block, he draws you

He’ll show you occasionally, but he keeps those works of you to himself because he finds it embarrassing

Xavier’s a pretty fidgety guy, so he likes messing around with your hands and fingers

He kisses your knuckles as a grounding technique

Please please please please please play with his hair

Speaking of which, he cares about his hair a lot more than he lets on

He has a whole routine

He likes cuddling a lot

Just having you in his arms makes him happy

You bet your ass he’s the big spoon

Pet names are pretty minimal compared to other characters

Other than “babe,” “baby,” and occasionally “hun,” he doesn’t use them that much

Xavier insists that forehead kisses are superior to any other kind of kiss

Yes, he loves lip kisses, but getting to kiss your forehead makes him so proud of himself

He does kiss your collarbones too (and around the area)

Like he pulls you in and leans down to press a kiss there

Shoulder and shoulder blade kisses happen when he’s next to you or behind you

I’m sorry he gives off babygirl energy

He does like making fun of you but it’s all good fun

He’s apologize as soon as possible if he ever accidentally hurt your feelings

Speaking of feelings, Xavier sometimes has trouble understanding how to deal with emotions

When something is wrong, he’ll ask what you need from him because he has no way of knowing what to do

He wants you to be comfortable enough to seek comfort from him and tell him what he can do

But if you need space, he’ll understand and give you some time alone after giving you a few kisses

Everything you guys do together has you both laughing and giggling a ton

When he’s in a good mood he’s so fun

He’s adorable

He acts nonchalant about it, but when you talk about things you like or dislike he 100% takes a mental note

That just adds to the gift giving language

He does that thing where he puts his hand on the small of your back when he’s guiding you somewhere igstsyxjvlblghdhcjvlfi

Butterflies I swear

#fanfiction #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday xavier

[navvyu]

An: Thanks for requesting! This request is so cute (*＾წ＾*) also i'd like to note i used wikihow as a reference point for this writing (。_。) i hope it's to your liking (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ (PS this is pretty unorganized... oops?)

(reader is referred to as girlfriend!)

Trans fem! Reader coming out to them

*not beta read

Includes: Azul, Jamil, Jade (established relationship w/ all) +Bonus Floyd and Najima (platonic)

Azul

Azul maybe confused at first and may need you to explain a little bit but he's very supportive!

He compares it to some sea animals that have hermaphroditic features

Azul is willing to try and find some temporary fixes to dysphoria like potions or something

He comes up with the most cheesy pet names for you, stuff like "My wonderful, gorgeous, darling, girlfriend" and "My beautiful girlfriend" etc.

Will PERSONALLY beat up transphobes. It doesn't matter if he's horrible at physical activity, HE WANTS TO THROW HANDS.

Will cover expenses for HRT along with estrogen and anti-androgens

Azul will stop working just to comfort you if your feeling dysphoric at any point

He'll accompany you to pride parades, protests, and any LGBT+ events you wish to go to

During pride month he puts out a limited time menu that has 'lgbt+ themed' drinks and dishes (maybe some merch if he has a little extra money)

Azul helps make your social transition as easy as he can make it, for example: He has changed your school id to have your chosen name, he kinda eases his employes and other people into using your chosen name and pronouns, along with other small but meaningful changes

He paints your nails 'feminine' colors every few weeks just as a hobby because he thinks it's fun

"My darling, your so gorgeous... I'm so lucky to have you."

Jamil

Jamil is fully supportive, and he's very proud that you came out to him

Jamil if he knows that your comfortable with sharing your transition, may mention it to Kalim.

Kalim being Kalim will cover all expenses related to your transition simply for the reason he wants to help you out and he genuinely thinks you deserve a stress-free transition

Jamil is willing to basically do anything to help your dysphoria, no but literally he will do like ANYTHING

He usually walks with you to go get your estrogen or anything you need to pick up relating to your transition (he just wants to make sure nobody is bothering you for needing your stuff)

Has a burning hatred for transphobes but he can't really do anything physically because as his status as a servant but he won't shy away from being extremely passive aggressive

If you decide to grow your hair out, he likes brushing through it and styling it

If you want to go to any LGBT+ events he'll go with you, if your lucky he might buy you some stuff

Jamil is excellent on helping you with your social transition, though he may slip up like twice

Jamil is excellent at doing makeup, if you ask him to do your makeup he'll gratefully comply

"There... now your dazzling as ever."

Jade

Jade, like Azul needs a bit of explaining what it means but he has a better understanding of what being trans fem is

Very supportive, he actually asks Azul for a little extra on that weeks pay check so he can take you on a shopping spree

Jade definitely helps with the costs and Azul and Floyd Probably Pitch in so you barely have to pay for any treatments regarding your transition

If you feel dysphoric Jade will do one of three things: 1) Wrap you in a fluffy blanket, 2) He rants to you about his mushrooms to get your mind off your dysphoria, 3) Verbal praise about how absolutely beautiful you are

Jade is usually the one going out to get supplies for you ("just because" is his reason)

If Jade encounters a transphobe that has the gull to bother you he will but his classic customer service smile on then he'll give them a 'modest' beating

has you try on jewelry, or go out to pick flowers with him every other week

If you want to go to a pride parade Jade buys a shirt that just says in comic sans "I love my girlfriend" and he wears it to EVERY parade

any other LGBT+ events he is willing to go with you

he's great at aiding your social transition, He's surprisingly good at making people slip up less on your name and pronouns

if your into fashion, he'll buy you women's fashion magazine's and then he'll just leave them on your bedside table

"Is it just me or are you more beautiful today?"

Bonus! :

Floyd

Floyd is fully supportive of your transition!

Floyd tastes you about dating Jade saying stuff like; "Why would you date Jade? All he talks about are his nasty mushrooms."

He will beat someone up in your honor, no questions asked

Floyd paints your nails every other week IT'S NON-NEGOTIABLE (if you don't want to he won't force you but he really enjoys it)

If he finds out somebody was being transphobic to you he will squeeze them like literally the second after he learns who

Overall nothing really changes from his normal behavior

"Heyyy shimpy! Tell Jade it's unfair HE gets such a cool girlfriend."

Najima

Najima (platonically) LOVES you

She quite literally just drags you away from Jamil so you two can hang out

Every time you visit her, she insists that you two have a girl night: face masks, painting nails, gossip, eating snacks, karaoke, the whole package

She's loves teasing Jamil about how he "Finally got somebody to deal with [his] horrible attitude"

Najima will bitch slap somebody if they are transphobic towards you

If your visiting her and you need your estrogen, she'll go with you to get it

if you want any advice, she your girl!

"Finally another girl! Hope Jamil doesn't mind if I steal you for a while!"

hermaphroditic - a sexually reproducing organism that produces both male and female gametes(- ability to have both female and male reproductive systems)

Extra note: I added Floyd and Najima in the POV that your dating their sibling thats why they are not written as romantic :DD

#navvyu asks #navvyu writes #twst headcannons #twst imagines #twst wonderland #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #azul x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #jade x reader #jade leech x reader #twst x fem reader #twst x trans fem reader #trans fem reader #trans feminine reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader #najima x reader #najima viper x reader #twst x reader platonic

[hunkledunk]

I was at the pet shop yesterday to pick up some supplies for our rabbit and I thought I'd check out the fish there (I'd love to get a couple fish one day but I simply don't have the space, money, or time for it yet) and can I just say...

This feels... criminal? How come a fish can cost 1/40 what its home is supposed to be worth, not even considering all the other supplies you'll need? Pricing a living animal so cheaply has to be contributing to so many people getting them as pets even though they can't afford to properly care for them, leading to the poor guys inevitably having an awful quality of life because why bother spending hundreds of pounds on care and supplies when buying replacement pets costs less than a tenner?

I'm not exactly campaigning for fish to be that much more expensive but having them be so incredibly cheap compared directly with the necessary supplies just doesn't sit right with me. Maybe cut the cost of tanks down just a little to compensate for higher pet prices? Set up a system where buying some fish gets you a significant discount on a tank suitable for your living pets?

I don't know, man. I'm not in deep with the pet fish community so I don't know if I'm being silly right now but seeing where value is being assigned here makes my heart hurt.

#fish #fishblr #aquablr #aquarium #petblr

[percyaugod]

@qwerty-keyboard-is-superior @distorted-dreams-au

Actually, that's why they adopted his new sister Julia. We all remember her from the Brownie clan right?

Before you ask, "they" is plural here. Donnie is not working alone. He's not even the one in Gru's role here, he's more Dr. Nefario making tech and gathering Intel.

The main face of our villain duo is Cassandra! She has been his partner in crime for a little over eleven years. He broke away from his brothers for… personal reasons, and she was kicked out of the foot clan. The whole thing started because they accidentally hid in the same building while hiding from Donnie's brothers. You can imagine Cassandra's confusion when he shushed her so the others wouldn't hear.

Donnie's brothers were there because someone stole the pizza they ordered and Mikey was hoping it was Donnie. Leo and Raph Trying to be more realistic. Inside the building, Donnie offers Cassandra a slice of stolen pizza.

Donnie wants to adopt Shelldon because he's brilliant. Building drones and robots as well as hacking into bank accounts for money to buy more supplies. Donnie knows from experience how hard it is to be a young genius and could give him some proper guidance!

Cassandra seems a little hesitant at adopting another kid at first, they only need the one. Donnie tells her he found a child named Casey Jones. They've got her name on them they're her's!

Baxter would be in Vector's place, with Big Mama the one pulling the strings trying to get him to succeed in her name. He'd just be another pawn to her. She'd do anything to stop Cassandra and Othello from succeeding.

That's another thing. To hide from his brothers Donnie uses an alias. Of course, I had to go with Othello Von Ryan, or Otto as Cassandra calls him because "Othello whatever is too much to remember." Rearranged episodes so he leaves before meeting the purple dragons so never used it around April. He also uses a cloaking broach when leaving the house, including pretending to be married to Cassandra to adopt the kids, and when around the children.

For minions, we have a bunch of mini Buddys from the Franken foot episode and the sentient bed as the "pet" Kyle.

I have more, including most of the Shelldon stuff, just don't like putting too much in one post.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rise donnie #cassandra jones #rise cassandra #Despicable Me AU

[worldheadcanons]

☆ miscellaneous stalker au canada headcanons!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and canada. warning for stalking (in general), general violence/murder mentioned, + nsfw in the last four headcanons.

author notes; live laugh love this little freak. he’s literally wild about reader and i ADORE that about him. he’s the type of guy to go “me and my partner don’t argue they bash my head in with a rock and i walk it off like a man.” he’s crazy.

matthew williams!

— matthew spends about an hour every day scrolling on his favorite shopping sites in search of things he thinks you’d like. he’s a smart shopper, if nothing else. he seems to know every secret coupon in the world. he really enjoys buying you cute clothing and trinkets he finds online. plushes, slippers, new satin pajama sets, sexy underwear, cat themed mugs, kitchen supplies to replace your old ones— god, not to mention the glorious food he delivers! it’s never more food than you need. it’s just enough so that you can eat your fill and still have a bit extra for later. it’s like having a sugar daddy, honestly. you occasionally feel bad for him and try to convince him to stop spending so much money on you, but williams manages to dismisse your concerns with ease. he lives and loves to serve you, he says. 

— if you identify with one of the binary genders then he’ll eventually start calling you a ‘good girl’ or ‘good boy’ over the phone. it’s not something he’s stubborn about, so if you ask him to stop he will. it’s nothing really sexual as he mostly uses the pet name to tease you, enjoying the way you roll your eyes or huff at his words. matthew never dishes out something he can’t take, so you deciding to mirror him isn’t an issue. in fact, he takes pleasure in it, grinning to himself in the bushes of your front yard. you’ll tell him to be a ‘good boy’ and turn himself in to the cops and he’ll simply laugh into the phone. “y/n,” he’d coo, “i can’t turn myself in. you know you’d miss your good boy too much if i went to jail.”

— he’ll occasionally show up at your place of work depending on whether or not your job deals with the public. if you’re something like a fast food worker or a cashier, then you’ll definitely be seeing him from time to time. he’s clever enough to not let you hear his voice off the phone. he’ll either avoid speaking entirely or put on a completely different voice to the best of his ability. williams likely won’t even do anything related to your work, mostly sitting or standing around and pretending to be busy on his phone or, if he’s in a store, pretending to browse for something. he watches you, occasionally taking pictures when he can. when he gets home, matthew prints them out, adding them to a physical scrapbook of semi-blurry photos taken of you. pictures from your front yard.. from your back door.. in the store.. in the parking lot.. in your own bedroom…

— one day he actually sends you a text. when you block the first number, williams texts you again through a different one. the text message comes after he sees you going out the house with another person. he takes offense to the mere sight of you with someone else and it’s here where he starts to show his more violent side. it's a jarring wake up call for you. you couldn’t help but begin to think of him as someone different.. someone romantic instead of creepy. someone almost cute instead of murderous. how silly of you. you slid your phone into your pocket but his message continued to echoe softly in the back of your mind. ‘have fun tonight. if i catch their hands anywhere near you, they'll end up in your mailbox by morning ❤️’

— he stalks you on any and every open social media account you have. instagram, twitter (you tweet the strangest things, matthew loves giggling at your musings), tiktok, tumblr, facebook— hell, he’d look through myspace if he had to. whenever he’s bored at work he starts browsing through everything he can. he just wants to feel connected to you. it’s not enough to have a small picture of you taped to the inside of his briefcase. besides, williams wants to stay updated on your life and scrolling through your social media definitely helps with that. 

— on the more sexual side of things, god does he love to masturbate. the mere sound of your voice is enough to make him hump into a pillow like a dog, whining and groaning softly to himself while still trying to seem present on the phone. not to mention the countless blurry pictures of you that are now covered in his cum. he doesn’t want to waste his clear shots of you, matthew would much rather keep those clean. he just wishes he could get his hands on you and show you how much of a degenerate you’ve made him into. it’s a real shame you don’t get to hear the way he groans your name as he cums all over the place. it’s always a messy finish with him, even though he finds the clean up process to be embarrassing. williams never learns his lesson.

— just let him into your house, just once, and he can make your dreams come true. he wouldn’t mind being dominant or submissive, most of the time he just wants to see you get off. he’s the type to kiss the ground you walk on and then fuck you like an animal all in the same night. matthew would be rough with you but still clearly worship you and your body. williams adores giving and receiving praise during sex. he dreams of the day you’ll tell him he’s doing a good job, really, it would mean everything to him to hear that he’s pleasing you. in return, he’d coo into your ear that you’re the only one in the world for him. the only one he’d ever want or need. every inch of your skin would be covered in gentle kisses after he fucks you. he’s a god at aftercare and would make sure you feel like royalty before even thinking of settling into bed beside you. 

— he really wants to see you covered in his cum one day soon. positioning doesn’t matter to him, he just wants to see you completely wrecked. williams wants to see your legs shake and your tight little hole quiver. he wants to see you beg for more even though you’re so fucked out already. god, the things you do to him. you’ve made him into such a sick man.

— matthew enjoys giving and receiving oral sex. he’s great at it and even if you’re not the best he would help you get better. he’d have you cum into his mouth over and over until you’re twitching with ecstasy and he’d never even lift a finger. all williams needs is his mouth. his eyes would look up at you with a mischievous glimmer, almost as if he was wordlessly teasing you for enjoying this so much.

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia headcanons #canada x reader #matthew x reader #matthew williams #hws canada #stalker au #stalker au hetalia

[shadecrux]

On The Wing - Chapter 1

https://open.spotify.com/track/0RLwgks1gHQzXeIkaJIpHr

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°•★Pairing: Bucky Barnes x femaleartist!reader

°•★Rating: NSFW (this chapter is SFW future ones won’t be)

°•★Tags: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, first meetings, romantic tension, flirting, pet names (doll, sweetheart), brief homophobia mentions, bisexual reader

°•★ Words: 1755

°•★ Notes: It’s me, ya girl back with some more x y/n fanfic!! This is gonna be 6 chapters altogether, already written, all based on a song I haven’t been able to get out of my head for weeks now.  I hope you enjoy!! I had a lot of fun with this AU.   No beta, literally just finished writing it, all mistakes are mine. 

//CW FOR THIS CHAPTER// There is a brief mention of y/n being disowned by her family for being bisexual. 

~All writing unless otherwise noted is my own. Please do not post or reupload my work to other websites without my express consent. I do not consent for my fics to be used in AI creations. I do not own any of the characters featured in my works unless they are stated to be OCs.~

All of my fanworks are intended for adults aged 18 and up only! Minors please DNI. ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48744160

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 Breathe and ill carry you away

Into the velvet sky 

And we’ll stir the stars around

And watch them fall away 

Into the Hudson Bay 

And plummet out of sight and sound 

The open summer breeze 

Will sweep you through the hills 

Where I live in the alpine heights 

Below the northern lights 

I spend my coldest nights 

Alone awake and thinking of 

The weekend we were in love

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Unpacking. You always hated unpacking, hated everything to do with moving into a place, for that matter. You never intended on staying for long, and it felt like such a chore. Often, you would choose to simply live out of suitcases, but you had always had somewhere else to go, some next destination in mind. But not this time.  Things had been going well when you arrived in Calgary. Your paintings were selling, your busking was lucrative enough to afford you a nice little studio apartment in the city. You didn’t need much after all. A place to stay, food in your belly, and your art supplies - you would rather save your money for experiences, and for getting you to that next destination.  For years, you were living your dream, traveling the world, making art. You got by mostly via selling your wares at fairs and on streetcorners - paintings, jewelry, pottery when you could access a studio to use.  Sometimes you did custom work on commission. It was amazing how many people wanted portraits of their cats and dogs, you always thought. Then the recession hit. Unemployment spiked, wages stagnated, and layoffs were sweeping their way through the Americas, leaving many struggling just to make ends meet. People weren’t buying luxury goods the way they used to, and before you knew it, you were struggling too.  There was nothing else for it, so you found whatever jobs you could - which, as a person who had spent the last seven years of their life as a transient artist, traveling the world with no real work history or credentials, relegated you mostly to minimum wage work, or labor jobs that weren’t as picky about the people they hired. 

You had to move out of the city and found a small town up in the mountains and an even smaller one-bedroom house that was being rented out at a ridiculously low price due to it being relatively isolated - a 20-minute drive from the town proper, surrounded by deep forests.  Dirt road, no cell service, satellite TV, and internet - for most it would be undesirable at best. For you, it was a respite from a world that no longer seemed to have a place for you.  

It never really felt like it did - you grew up as a military brat, constantly moving from place to place, never setting down roots, never making lasting friendships. You were the black sheep - of your family as well as every school you had ever gone to. The weird girl, the one nobody really understood.  But you had your art, and you had your dreams - you wanted to see the world, to drink in life and put it on a canvas. You were counting the days until you turned 18 and could leave, but you didn’t get that far. 

Your family had kicked you out, disowned you at the age of 17, after catching you and your at-the-time girlfriend, holding hands and smooching on the back porch when you thought no one was home. Her family would have done the same to her if they had found out - so with nowhere else to go, you struck out on your own. And it had gone well - until the financial crash sent the world into a tailspin, that is.

There wasn’t much to unpack, all told. Three suitcases and an oversized canvas bag into which you stuffed your entire life - clothes, art supplies, rolled-up canvases pulled from their frames to make it easy to travel. Some sparse camping supplies for those nights you couldn’t find a better place to sleep. You had been doing this long enough that you had it down to a science, and you were very efficient.  

Clothes were stuffed into drawers, toiletries into the bathroom, and the metal cups and plates and cutlery you traveled with barely taking up any space in the kitchen. You had little in the ways of personal effects, save for the photographs you took and the small handful of trinkets you had collected in your journeys. Stones, little sculptures, silly magnets and keychains, and shot glasses documenting all the cities and countries you had been to. 

You laid them out on top of the dresser in the bedroom and, with a wistful sigh, flopped down onto the bed with your back against the headboard, stacks of little plastic envelopes, and started flipping through the pictures you had taken, reminiscing on those better, brighter days.  It was a pleasant enough way to pass the time, and it brought a small smile to your face, gave you a way to forget your current circumstances - for a while at least. Until you landed on the album that you usually avoided looking at - New York City. The place where you had met, and lost, the only man you had ever loved. 

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You were at Coney Island one bright and beautiful day - it had been a lucrative few days so you decided to reward yourself.  It was early, and Luna Park was just beginning to fill up with guests, shouts and laughter, and excitement buzzing in the air around you. As you walked along the midway, only some of the game stands were up and running, while others had workers bustling around them, still setting up.  As you passed nearby one of those, a group of children rushed past, knocking into you, the nearest employee, and one of the legs of the awning that the employee had been about to secure.  It buckled at one of the joints as he fell, and the entire metal sheet came crashing down. You screamed and tried to scramble away when a strong set of arms wrapped around your waist and yanked you, forcefully out of the path of the falling awning just in time.  Whoever it was had grabbed you from behind, setting you down gently on your feet and taking hold of your forearms as he did so to make sure you were steady before letting you go.  “That was a close one… you alright there, doll?” Something about the gentleness of that voice and the soft, gravelly undertone struck you, and your stomach did a little jump as you turned around to face your rescuer only to be left momentarily speechless at the sight of him. He was tall, handsome, with bright blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through yours. “... I- I think so.” You stammered, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry. You saw over his shoulder the employees now battling with the awning, which had bent badly in its impact against the side of the building, and the building itself now bearing deep dents in the surface where the edges had collided with it.  “God, if you hadn’t been here…” You looked up at him in shock, a shudder running through your body. Adrenaline still flooded your system as you realized just how much danger you had been in moments before. “That thing might have killed me…” “Right place, right time I guess.” He grinned, the smile slipping from his face as he noticed the way you were shivering as shock set in. “Oh hey…sweetheart, you’re shaking. Here… let’s find a place to sit down.” You mutely nodded and took his offered arm, letting the man lead you over to a nearby outdoor dining area and guide you to one of the unoccupied tables.  “Here - can I get you anything? Maybe some water?” he asked gently. Chewing on your lip for a moment of indecision, you eventually nodded sheepishly. “Yes, please…” “Say no more.” 

Before you could formulate any words of protest he was off, leaving you with a few moments to catch your breath and reorient yourself while he waited in line. By the time he returned your heart rate had calmed at least slightly, and he slid the little plastic cup across the table to you to drink. Your hands were still shaking as you raised the cup to your lips - the water certainly helped with your dry throat, though you still weren’t sure if that was the fault of the scare or the absolutely gorgeous man sitting across from you at the small metal table. “I don’t think I got a chance to properly introduce myself back there.” The man said with a crooked grin, extending a hand across the table to shake yours. Calloused fingertips slid over your knuckles as you clasped his hand, sending a spark of electricity up your arm. “James Buchanan Barnes, at your service. You can call me Bucky, though. All my friends do.”  Giving him your name in turn you raised a brow at him, managing to not sound like a babbling idiot. “Are we friends now, then? We have only just met…”  “Well, I saved your life back there.” He flashed you a charming smile in return. “I think that makes us something. Dunno what quite yet.” 

That smile. You thought your knees might actually buckle, the way he smiled at you, the way his hand lingered a bit too long on yours before he dropped it back onto the table. Here you were, in the most glamorous city in the United States, surrounded by beautiful, successful people… and the most gorgeous man you had ever met was making eyes at you. Was this real life? 

“So, are you here with anyone?” you hedged. “I don’t want to be holding you hostage here. I think I’ll be alright.” “Nah, my buddy was supposed to join me but he couldn’t make it. So it’s just me. I’m all yours, for as long as you want to tolerate me.” He grinned. A shy smile split your lips then, and you replied, “I think I’d like to tolerate you for a while longer… if you want to stick around, that is.” The way his eyes lit up made you feel slightly faint, a fluttering in your chest that heated your cheeks and warmed you from the inside.  

Soon the two of you were walking together, side by side through the park. And if you kept straying a little too close to him, brushing your arm against his, it was only to make sure you stayed close to your personal guardian angel.

And if he took your hand a bit too often, helping you up and down some stairs, maneuvering you out of the way of crowds, well… he was looking out for you, after all. The carnival structures had already proven themselves to be dangerous, and he took his duty guarding you very seriously. 

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader fluff #bucky x reader angst #bucky x reader smut #eventually #there will be smut #modern au #soldier bucky #artist reader #shades fics

[nighterwriter]

hello, I was wondering if you can write bruce is dating a billionaire and she likes to spoil his kids? I can't think of a certain scenario, but if you want, she is a vigilante like him or just a civilian.

A/N: Thank you for your ask! I kept her as a civilian but I added some angst. Hope you enjoy :)

You knew why Bruce was calling, you’d been waiting for the call since your day started. That’s why you were prepared to cover every hole he would try to make in your story with a handful of backup plans just in case. 

“Hey babe. What’s up?”

“You know what.”

You fake a pondering noise. “No, no I don’t. I’ve been busy with work and the soup kitchen-“

“Y/N.”

“Oh, you mean the small present I gave Damian.” You waved him away. “It was nothing.”

“Nothing? You flew out his favorite artist and paid for a six-week painting class. I haven’t even brought up the painting supplies you bought him.”

“You’re being a drama queen.”

“Drama queen? Which one of us bought Duke Robert Frost’s typewriter?”

“The boy deserved it after patrolling for twenty-four hours straight.”

“Y/N.” Bruce sighed and you can see him pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Bruce, why can’t you let me do this for them? They spend their nights patrolling the streets and making sure that the city’s safe while I sit on my ass and act important. What’s the problem with getting them a few things?”

You regretted the words as soon as you said them. This was always a sore spot for you, even before knowing Bruce. You had never been comfortable with the amount of money that the business you inherited from your grandfather provided you. Sure, it felt nice to have the security only money could provide, but that security quickly turned into discomfort once you were launched into the upper-class world and saw how wasteful and disconnected they were from the rest of the world. And the way your family spoke of money furthered your need to be the opposite. So you turned to philanthropy, throwing almost all of your paycheck into social programs and charities, but it was never enough.

And when you met Bruce and his family and learned their secret, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of jealousy. Here was a person of the same financial caliber as you, doing more for the city than you ever could. You knew the possibility of becoming a vigilante was out of the question; it was too late to start training and you’d get queasy around blood. So you spoiled the vigilantes, buying them whatever whenever despite your boyfriend’s and Alfred’s reservations.

“Ignore what I said, but I don’t regret the presents.” You tried to sound nonchalant but failed.

There was shuffling at the other end of the line as Bruce dismissed his secretary from his office.

“Is that what this is about sweetheart?” His voice was so soft that it made you flicker with anger. “We talked about this.”

“Yeah, we did, so we don’t need to talk about it again.” You snapped. “Besides, I hope someone’s home before five.”

“Why?”

“Cass’ gift needs a signature.” 

Bruce sighed again. “Please tell me it’s not- y’know what? Never mind. You're still coming to dinner right?”

“Yeah, but I’m gonna be a little late. My meeting’s been pushed back an hour.” Your secretary popped her head in the doorway and held up a file. “I gotta go, see you tonight.”

“Okay sweet girl, we’ll talk more later.”

No pet name. You always gave him one when ending a phone call; it felt more natural than saying ‘I love you,’ which you never felt comfortable saying out loud. He drummed his fingers on his desk. You were stubborn; no matter how many times he said it and explained it to you, you still didn’t like you were doing enough. He tried to be selfish and explained how he and his kids would be worried about you the whole night, tried to be practical, and explain how Alfred needed help tending to their wounds. He even made a list of contributions you had made to Gotham’s less fortunate that had caused a more prolonged positive effect than his years of vigilantism ever did, but it was never enough. But Bruce was stubborn too and if it took the rest of his life to make you see your worth and stop comparing yourself to other, then he’d gladly do it. Never had he met anyone like you, as supportive and hardworking as you, and he wanted you to know that.

The trill of a phone call pulled him out of his thoughts. 

“Hey Al.”

“Sorry for interrupting your work day, Master Bruce. I wanted to inquire if you were aware of the six-foot box being unloaded in the foyer?”

Looks like your gift came early.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne drabble

[pagesofscales]

Animals As Gifts: A Brief Guide

Working at an exotic animal rescue, I see so many animals given to us from families that purchased an animal for their child's birthday or for Christmas or another holiday. Usually it's a gift for a child or teenager that ended up uninterested in it and not caring for it.

These animals come to us in poor condition. Leopard geckos missing toes, bearded dragons with MBD, ball pythons with mites. I've even seen a turtle come in missing half of it's shell and almost fully blind. While some of these things do happen even with good care, they can almost always be prevented. Unfortunately, that's pretty rare to see with gifted animals.

Despite all this, it can be good to give an animal as a gift. It can be a great learning opportunity for a kid or a way to bond as a family. That being said, it has to be done right.

1. Do Your Research

Research is the most important thing to do before getting a pet, especially ones that are often impulse buys such as fish or reptiles.

If you're getting an animal on behalf of your kid, this is incredibly important. You need to know about the animal-

What do they eat? How much?

What supplies will you need? What size of set up?

How much do they cost?

How long do they live?

What are some common illnesses that affect these animals? What are the signs?

-and the kid you're buying the animal for/the family as a whole.

Do you have the space for the animal? What about when the animal grows?

Do they have siblings? How will this affect things?

Do you/they have the money to constantly buy food and toys? What about a surprise medical emergency?

Are they responsible?

Can they commit to giving the animal the life it needs? Who steps up if they can't?

If the answer to any of these is no, don't do it.

2. Communicate

So many people want their gifts to be surprises and I get it. I do. But when the health and safety of an animal is sacrificed for a few seconds of surprise, it's not worth it.

Talk to your kid and find out if its something they actually want and can handle at the time. Talk to anyone else in the family that might be affected. Spouse, siblings, etc.

Once you have the go ahead, something to consider doing would be to let them choose the animal and supplies and just finance it. Or purchase some of the more basic supplied and let them pick the animal.

If you're absolutely dead set on surprising them or giving them something to unwrap, you can always get a gift card to a pet store or a picture of the planned animal or something of the sort for then to unwrap. Then have the discussion and go with them to get the animal. Just be prepared for the possibility that they may not want or be able to care for an animal.

If the kid is older or a teenager, you can even make a deal with them. I got my first reptile for my sixteenth birthday and in order to get him, I needed to keep my room clean every day for a year which was a difficult task for me. Make them prove that they can be responsible. Which leads me to the next point.

3. Take Responsibility

Please, please, PLEASE have a backup plan for if they lose interest or can no longer care for the animal.

Who takes care of the animal if they lose interest?

What happens if they can't care for them anymore?

What if you go on a long trip?

Gifting an animal is your decision and you need to be prepared to step up or rehome the animal if needed.

There's no shame in rehoming. Oftentimes, it's the best thing for the animal, even if it's a hard decision. Just make that decision before the animal has to suffer.

#reptiles #fish #animals #pets #animal care #pet care #reptile care #fish care #information #education #pet trade #bird #snakes #lizards #leopard geckos #bearded dragons #ball pythons #turtles #reptiblr #petblr #snakeblr #turtle #turtles and tortoises #original post

[gottawhump]

Safe

Kolya

CW/TW: human trafficking, pet whump, chronic illness, death and euthanasia mention, BBU/WRU. For BBU Community Days 13: Safety. @bbu-on-the-side

“Let me see your barcode, Eliot. Please.” He is trying to make requests, not commands.

The younger man obeys, immediately, despite the apprehension in his eyes. No, fear. He hates that he’s made Eliot afraid.

“Why?”

That’s good. Not long ago he would apologize instead of asking questions. It makes Kolya smile, while he runs the hand scanner over the barcode. It beeps, bringing up the information he’s looking for.

“I want to—“ He chooses his words carefully. “I want to keep you safe. You aren’t, if your owner or WRU is looking for you. I’m going to try and buy you from your old owner.”

“You want to buy me?”

Do you know what a fucked-up thing that is, Nikolai? But Eliot’s smile is so bright. “Yes. Then I will free you. Is that all right?”

Eliot hugs him.

He’s ushered in by a Domestic. Another brings trays of drinks and canapés.

He never noticed the Domestics, before. They’re not meant to be noticed, most of the time. But now he can’t stop looking at them.

“Nikolai, it’s been too long!”

He smiles, makes his courtesies. He doesn’t know the Bramwells, not really. They’re old money, society people with no blood under their fingernails. But they know the right people, they’re connected to the important people. He attended a few parties here.

He fucked their Romantic over this table, he’s pretty sure.

“If we could discuss the matter I called you about.”

“Yes. You found one of our Domestics? The barcode notification surprised us.”

“Why?” It’s one of those questions better left unasked, but she’s already answering.

“Oh, you know…” Mrs. Bramwell shrugs. “Sometimes they wander off when they near their expiration date.”

Expiration date.

“It’s usually not worth chasing after them, just to have to put them down,” Mr. Bramwell says. “It’s easier just to replace them.”

“Some do come back. It’s all they know, after all.”

It’s all they’re allowed to know. Kolya drinks from the glass in his hand, an excuse to swallow. “So, the Domestic I found. 992704.” Forgive me, Eliot. “How much do you want for him?”

After some discussion, the Bramwells settle on a paltry sum. A token price, for a friend who wants something you were going to throw away anyway, because it’s wearing out.

He’s glad to go.

“Sir?” It’s the cook, a graying matronly woman. “Did I understand correctly? You purchased 704?”

“Yes.” He feels dirty saying it. He is going to need a long, hot shower when he gets home.

“Then he’s alive? Is he well?”

She cares about Eliot. It’s a shock after the indifference of his previous owners.

“He is.” I’m doing the best I can. “You’re a friend?”

“Domestics don’t have friends.” She softens the rote phrase with a smile. “Sometimes I spent time with 704, when he wasn’t working or in storage.”

“Storage?”

Without a word, she leads Nikolai to a door not far from the kitchen, set off the main living room. A coat closet, he thinks. Then he opens the door, and sees the vacuum, the mop, the washcloth, and containers of cleaning chemicals. Towels and washcloths. A storage closet, for cleaning supplies.

Oh, Eliot.

For once, he doesn’t find Eliot cleaning the house when he gets home. He’s on the living room couch, with Jonas hovering over him. He sits up when he sees Kolya, before a hard coughing fit takes. Overexertion.

Expiration date.

When the coughing passes, he takes Eliot in his arms and holds him tight, holds him close.

“It’s over, Sir? I’m yours?”

“Yes. You’re mine and I will keep you safe, Eliot. For the rest of your life.”

Forgive and Forget taglist: @whumpsday @painful-pooch @whumpinggrounds @justplainwhump @bluetheautisticrat @i-eat-worlds

704 taglist: @kim-poce @fishtale88 @i-eat-worlds @roblingoblin285

#bbu community days #day 13 #safety #Kolya #704 #pet whump #bbu/wru #chronic illness #death mention #euthanasia mention #human trafficking

[liminalweirdo]

actually useful new years resolutions

If you never make New Years Resolutions, or are thinking about what you can do that’s actually going to be worthwhile:

Learn CPR and first aid. Depending on where you live and what season it is, ambulances are taking too long to reach emergencies because of pandemic-related staffing shortages. In some cases, this means several hours. NHS data released last week showed ambulance crews could not respond to almost one in four emergency calls because so many ambulances were waiting to hand patients over. Also, it looks good on a resume, if you care about that.

Start a garden (yes, even indoors). This should be self-explanatory considering inflation and the cost of food these days, but even one or two swiss chard or napa cabbage plants can go a long way in providing you with greens for the season. Microgreens are also a great way to go, because they’re ready to eat in just 1-2 weeks. If you have a balcony (or south-facing windows) tomatoes and bush-variety beans are a great vegetable to plant as well that should produce a pretty good harvest. Also, it’s good for you and the bees! If you want to try a garden but don’t have an outdoor space, microgreens will grow beside the window. Green onions, living lettuce, herbs, and celery are also possible to grow from cuttings. (Just be careful to keep toxic plants away from your pets, including tomatoes, green onions/chives.) If you need any advice on growing your own food, please feel free to send me an ask, I’d love to help you out.

Stock up on emergency supplies and learn basic emergency preparedness. Stuff like this should be normalized. I’m not telling you to start digging a bunker, I mean having things like enough bottled water, candles or a battery-powered lantern, dried goods (rice, granola bars, instant noodles, rice, pasta, tinned soup, canned veggies, canned fruits in your house (and a manual can opener, not an electric one). This will be useful for power outages and bad weather, both of which are increasing. Stock up on medication like Tylenol/Advil/Pedialyte or Dioralyte etc. for colds, flu, and general illness. I know it’s hard sometimes, but please try to keep your prescribed meds up to date. If bad weather is coming, see if you can get more. 

This doesn’t have to cost a lot of money. Put $5-$15 towards emergency supplies each grocery run and that should be enough to have a good amount of emergency supplies within a month or two. The best time to start is now. Having a supply of bottled water is great for power outages. Filling your bathtub or a bucket to flush your toilet in power outages is a great idea. If your water expires you can use it for cleaning household surfaces and flushing the toilet in a power outage. (Please be careful of small pets and small children if you have buckets/bathtubs filled with water uncovered/attended)

BUY A FIRST AID KIT. Buy two if you can. Keep one in your house and one in your car and replenish it as you use it.

Please feel free to add to this list. Feel free to send me an ask if you want/need any advice on how to prepare for emergencies. I can’t promise I’ll have all the answers, but I will try to help.

Stay safe out there i love you all

#emergency preparedness #important #disaster preparedness #winter storm #i'm going to post soon about how you can cook food without power and without using a kerosene or gas stove

[deusexlachina]

Cheeseaged Exocolonist Age 12: Announce my intention to rule the world

Wherein I share my ambitions with my parents and save the world by leaving my best friend in the lurch.

On my twelfth birthday, I get a choice of presents. I decide that my favourite present is the Photophonor, because this is the most optimal birthday present.

My parents ask me what I want to be when I grow up.

I have a variety of choices available to me, but really there is no choice at all. My destiny is to rule this planet. My parents take their child's desire to outrank them quite well.

I do one last supply delivery, delivering Instance a carving of a naked Instance, made by my boss Seeq. Instance does not want a naked carving of herself, so I open it up to destroy the evidence and get a card, which I keep because it is blue. Blue cards will be useful later. I tell Seeq she loved it, and as a reward get money and max out organizing. I now never have to get an unwanted card again, massively improving my deck at the low low cost of my dignity.

Maxing out Organizing gives me a bonus to learning mental skills, so I decide it's time to actually go to school. I have missed more than a year of classes, but my teacher is happy to see me because I saved his delicate life. What is truancy to a god?

My dad is infected with the Shimmer. Tangent asks for my help with an experiment. A normal, non-time-traveller person, would think it's important to help her. But I already know how to cure him. Get good, Tangent. Besides that, she's starting to talk a little like an eleven-year-old supervillain.

"Tangent's wild-eyed rhetoric is trending a little too hard towards dominate all life on the planet for your liking." This is partly because I've already seen her nearly destroy the ecosystem but also because I want to dominate the planet, and Tangent is competition.

Having avoided Tangent's ascent into supervillainy for now, I keep studying Engineering. Glow of this year, I can get a pet that is very broken indeed, but I'd need more Bravery and Animals. I get Bravery from finally playing Sportsball, ostensibly my childhood favourite activity, until I'm brave enough to sneak out. For Animals, I just buy an Animal Book. That's the same as being an expert, right?

#cheeseaged exocolonist

[tubefullofdemons]

Please help me and my bbs.

Hi my name is Jessica. I'm disabled and I live with my mom. We have just barely moved to this house and it took all the money I had. We were kicked out by our landlords because they wanted to sell the place. It was super traumatic. I'm autistic and is just..its been bad for my mental health, I mean I'm happy I have a roof over my head but I need help with the essentials. My pets come before anything else. My pets came with me during the move. Bills are piling up but I'm not even asking for help with the bills. I know there's agencies that can help me. I'm asking for help to buy pet food and pet supplies. I'm on my last bag and I need help.

Paypal is [email protected]

(its my moms)

Cashapp $jmortiz78550

Venmo jmortiz78550

I do have zelle but pls message me if you want to help that way.

All funds will go to dog food, cat food, litter, supplements.

My bbs have special needs so most of my money goes to that. Moving sucks every last dime and im still trying to recover. I'm currently a college student trying to make our lives better but I need help while we are living month to month on disability checks. Thank you if you read this far. I appreciate everything and if you can't donate please boost.

#actually autistic #signal boost #caturday #mutual aid #cats #cats of tumblr #pet rescue #mental illness #mental health

[buckys-little-belle]

Do you thing Bub and Bug would have play dates together once they get settled into their relationships with Steve and Bucky? Maybe Bug would show Bub a bunch of cool facts about bugs and flowers and Bub would color pictures and make flower crowns for Bug? They’re just so cute and sweet that my brain just supplies nothing but fluffy thoughts for them. I love them so much 🥹

I’m just going to do a few head-cannons for now, because I do want to write a full fic of this when the right time comes!

Bub definitely brings a bunch of her colouring books, the original my little pony one, and a few new ones Bucky got her. She gives a page to Bug and he immediately starts listing off the different plant names and facts of the ones on his page. Getting a crayon that’s “Fern Green” and going on a little rant about the different ferns and how “Fern Green” is too broad a term for one shade of green.

Bug and Steve definitely bring a set of matching Pins for everyone, maybe a pin representing both Bucky and Steve, the shield in the colour way of Bucky’s new arm. (Black and Gold.) Bub putting the pin on her backpack, starting a collection of pins Bug gives her.

When Buck and Steve take the two littles to the park, it’s of course a crazy adventure, Bug running off to pick some wild flowers, Bub finding the swings immediately. Steve begins to get frustrated at Bug for picking flowers for no reason, but Bub steps in immediately. Pulling out all summer camp/craft skills she has. Creating flower crowns for the two of them. The two crowns as close to matching as possible.

The two littles definitely play dolls, both of them playing different storylines at the same time. Bug’s doll owns a museum/library, and talks in a botched british accent, because “The owl in animal crossing looks British Stevie, so I’m British too.” Bub playing ‘store’ instead, selling fake plants, and every doll shoe she can get her hands on. The two of them fighting over footwear, Bub insisting money, while Bug explains capitalism as best he can.

Bub and Bug definitely like different movies, though they both agree on the movie ‘Epic’, it has enough greenery for Bub, and enough adventure for Bug, the two of them holding each other close when it get’s scary, hiding behind pillows and each other when needed.

Sleepovers definitely also happen, the two are inseparable, sleeping side by side in the same bed, sharing stuffies and silly stories about their caregivers. Steve and Bucky sitting downstairs enjoying their quite time as their littles get up to no good on their own upstairs. Their super soldier hearing coming in handy when things go wrong.

Bub definitely makes her and Bug friendship bracelets, the beads random, but each one picked for a reason, whether it be the colour, shape, size, or sparkle level, it was chosen for a reason. The two of them definitely always wear them, never taking them off, except for in bath-time, because Bub didn’t take hers off once and it fell off, the bath filled with bubbles and her and Bucky unable to find it. She was so scared it would go down the drain, which it almost did, so she made Bug pinky promise to never wear his in the bath.

They definitely convince Bucky and Steve to buy silly things all the time. New juice box flavours, fun gummy snacks, random toys on the ends of aisles, everything, and they have such cute faces, how could Bucky and Steve say no?

Bug and Bub always get each other socks for their birthdays and christmas, they save up their own money and head to the stores, buying a fun pair of socks each time, always getting the colour and print right somehow. They just know their best friend well, always picking the right thing.

They also share toys like crazy, to the point Bucky and Steve have to put labels on the toys so they know who’s is who’s. Bug ended up with an entire collection of Littlest Pet Shops he didn’t have before, and Bug ended up having an entire set of lego star wars figures, something she also didn’t have before.

Basically they are two peas in a pod, and two menaces in the Avengers inner circle. The two of them together was basically a caution sign, in the best way possible.

#what the hecking heck #buckys little belle #age regression fic #little!reader #age regression #bucky x little reader #bucky age regression #bucky x little!reader #bucky x reader #bug and steve #steve rogers age regression #steve rogers x little reader #steve x little reader #steve rogers x little!reader #steve x male reader #steve x little!reader