BY THE WAY!!!! fantastic news about the kittens. Mr. Seizures gave us a huge scare yesterday, and I really thought he wasn't going to make it. He was having fits minutes, and the moments, apart. We got him to our vet same-day, and he even had a fit on the way there, but was completely okay for the entire time we were AT the vet. Typical.
It's not really clear what's wrong. Our vet gave us like 10 things that it *could* be, none that she's very sold on. Nothing fits perfectly. The best guess we have, and I can't stress enough that it's a Guess, is that because both of the kittens were very very dehydrated, and were in a trash can with some pizza and fast food trash, is that there was a salt toxicity problem. So, when he had access to water, he drank too much all at once and it all rushed towards the salt in his body, causing swelling, including his brain- which may have been pushing against his skull.
If that was the case, he might have some brain damage now.. But it's been over 24 hours since we've seen him have a fit, and he's walking around like normal, and playing with his sister. Eating, drinking, purring, you name it.
Anything could happen, but if things continue the way they're going, I'd like to think his fits are some kind of fluke, and he's over that hump in his life. He has an amazing personality, he's silky soft, and my hope is he's going to be someone's Special Boy once I'm able to rehome him (and his sister, I'll kill myself if they don't get adopted as a set)
Our vet affectionately nicknamed him "Twitch", so we're calling his sister "Chat" LMAO. And for this reason, we have this image:
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had a thought of what if Airplane had leaned a little more into the self-insert idea for Luo Binghe when he was still at the early stages of writing, with an end result that Luo Binghe actually Looks Like That because he basically looks like Airplane but with long flowing hair and a more idealized figure
SQQ going "why the fuck did you make his face so pretty???" and Airplane bullshitting about plausibility while trying really hard not to blush. twisting his fingers and scuffing his toe like jeez bro he's not that good-looking...
which of course sets SQQ off because how DARE!?! not 'that' good-looking?!?! just look at him! he's xianxia Helen of Troy with a face that launched a thousand harems! like okay sure with looks like that it does make sense that half the female population was willing to timeshare a marriage with him, but it's also totally unfair to SQQ, who has no recourse against those looks either! and who could? that is the most beautiful face ever!
Airplane's getting flustered. tries valiantly to make the case that objectively speaking Luo Binghe isn't that good-looking, it's just that SQQ is biased, but boy does that not go over well. SQQ has hitched the tattered remnants of his self-perception as a straight man onto the idea that Luo Binghe is just so devastatingly attractive anyone would want to hop into bed with him, and he is not letting go of it, so Airplane is just gonna get wrecked with inadvertent compliments
bonus if the Shang Qinghua look is actually the result of several illusions because when Airplane first transmigrated in, he got the same face too, and foresaw potential problems if the half-demon protagonist turned up looking like him. so he used illusions. he doesn't actually look all that different, in fact! the illusions just make it so that when people see him, they get a strong impression that he's unremarkable, so they don't really register what his face actually looks like and their brains fill in the assumption that he must just be kinda plain
oooh ooh double bonus if the system inserted a behind-the-scenes explanation for it too, which is that Shang Qinghua is actually unwittingly related to Su Xiyan!
and the whole thing comes to light post-epilogue when Shang Qinghua's illusions get stripped away by some monster-of-the-week, while everyone except Mobei Jun has a freak out about why do you look just like Luo Binghe?! (Mobei Jun isn't freaking out because he already figured out how to see past the illusions and just assumed everyone else wasn't mentioning it for some human cultural reason or something) and then Yue Qingyuan calmly explains that Luo Binghe's mom is Shang Qinghua's matrilineal cousin. Shang Qinghua's mother and Luo Binghe's human grandmother were half-sisters.
what? how does Yue Qingyuan know? you think that Cang Qiong doesn't check up on the candidates for the peak lord positions before handing off power, doesn't make sure there are no conflicts of interest or divided loyalties to other sects? what sorts of things do people imagine Qiong Ding's diplomats do? (I don't know either but, for the purpose of this scenario at least some of it is tracking down this stuff -- YQY handled most of it personally for his generation's ascension because he didn't want anyone else digging into his and Xiao Jiu's pasts) anyways, the connection could have been troublesome for its ties to Huan Hua Palace, but by the time it came to light Su Xiyan was deceased and there was no evidence that Shang Qinghua had ever even met her. so it wasn't deemed significant enough to matter, was just made note of and then mostly forgotten
so Shang Qinghua is like "oh THAT is why you kept bringing her up to me back then?!" because at the time he'd just been fully in "haha how would I know anything about the impending plot and the tragedies I am both partly responsible for and powerless to prevent haha that's so funny shixiong I KNOW NOTHING" mode, which luckily at the time was easily read as him just not wanting a dead cousin he never met to tank his chances of securing a promotion
SQQ is floored. he is having issues about this. Shang Qinghua is related to Binghe? Shang Qinghua looks exactly like him?! wait. Binghe has human family? still alive? like grandparents and stuff out there, who might want to meet him...?
Luo Binghe decides to step in at that point because he does not want to meet any more relatives! no more surprise relatives! no!
luckily this distracts Shen Qingqiu from thinking about all of the things he's said to Airplane about Binghe's looks for long enough for Shang Qinghua to flee the scene
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"But I finished [Near and Mello] together as a set, and although they aren’t particularly laid out as such, I still feel a bit like they’re twins." —Obata Takeshi
whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same:
i. low sky, mahmoud darwish. ii. the world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire, ritika jyala. iii. kadan, 2008. iv. the dreamers, gilbert adair. v. @nathanielorion vi. nagiko, 2016. vii. elektra, sophokles (tr. anne carson). viii. wishbone, richard siken. ix. inbred, ethel cain. x. the boy who, tirol. xi. monster portraits, del samatar and sofia samatar. xii. in the field, @nathanielorion xiii. death note, "use" ch77. xiv. gut symmetries, jeanette winterson. xv. mystic union; fire and wine: poems, john gould fletcher. xvi. @inukai_0055, twitter. xvii. the carnivorous lamb, agustín gómez-arcos. xviii. my sister, the serial killer, oyinkan braithwaite. xix. the beatrice letters, lemony snicket (text); a quiet visitor, holly warburton (art); @unpardonablesins (edit). xx. ada, vladimir nabokov. xxi. this is how you lose the time war, amal el-mohtar. xxii. the borgias, s3e10, showtime. xxiii. @antaarf xxiv. @vilicity xxv. @boymiffy
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i think that shameless showed how fiona had to take on such a huge parental role in her family system almost too well??? because even seeing her being young and taking care of her siblings and knowing that this probably started long before she'd reached adulthood as we do in the first couple seasons, we as an audience tend to hold her to a higher standard? like i've seen so many people excuse the other kids (especially the younger ones) because, "well, what do you expect when they grew up like that?" but just because we saw them grow up like that doesn't mean that it wasn't worse for fiona, the first born, the one who had to go it and learn it all alone. and then for lip, the second born, who maybe had fiona to give him some tips and pointers, but still struggled. and with every subsequent birth, it seems like their situation was maybe a bit (???????) better for having older siblings with experience to love and care for them, and yet we somehow afford them more empathy and understanding than the eldest ones, who had to figure it all out on their own.
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can i pls hear about Anarchical scoffer (over by the printers) 🙏🏻🙏🏻
RIGHT this one might be my favorite of them all
The title is, of course, from the brick (bar the obvious part):
It's a funny, fairly lighthearted, modern era fic set in a nondescript office where nobody knows what on earth they actually do (think the office, think the thick of it but with less politics).
This is where the Amis (bar Grantaire) work their survival jobs (a job someone does to earn money whilst they work towards the thing they actually want to do e.g. proper activism, setting up an organization). And it's completely inspired by the fact that today if you finished higher education after moving away from your family, even with a fairly wealthy background, with the cost of rent and housing prices in the city, it would near bankrupt you if you tried to organize large-scale activism on top of it. So there's no way the Amis would be able to just amble about jobless. THUS, wouldn't it be just fucking hilarious if they worked in a completely depressing office to get by.
Enjolras argues with his manager at least four times a week, jehan doesn't understand the concept of a dress code, and bossuet has no fucking idea how to work the photocopier.
Grantaire just stumbles in one day, pisses off Enjolras in the break room, and leaves as if he hasn't just thrown Enjolras into a possibly life-altering grump that no one can seem to work out the cause of. Hint, it's gay.
This fic is all the relationships ever. It's so enjoltaire, so courferre, so possibly courfius, so JBM, so Jehan doesn't even have to try to get bitches, and literally anything else you want, it's whatever
Of course there's angst, of course there's drama, but most of all it's just a riot (pun x)
Have a snippet:
“Besides,” Courfeyrac was saying, clattering through the shelf of mugs for the one with his name on it, “how do you not have a boyfriend? You're pretty enough.”
Enjolras shrugged, sipping his tea. Courfeyrac watched him for a moment, considering. Then a dangerous glint alighted in his eye and a smirk slipped across his lips.
“Or was that him just now?” He said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Enjolras almost inhaled his tea. “Wh- hold on a minute!” he spluttered.
But, marking Enjolras’ stammering, Courfeyrac was already leaping to his own conclusions. Before Enjolras could struggle through a sentence detailing how ‘not what it looks like’ the situation was, Courfeyrac’s face split into a grin.
“Oh my God, was that actually him?!” he said, craning his neck to peer down the corridor, as if Grantaire's retreating form would somehow still be visible.
“Alright, first of all,” Enjolras was saying very seriously, tugging Courfeyrac by his sleeve away from the doorway, “I literally just saw him for the first time ever today, and it was for less than two minutes-”
“You're actually blushing!” Courfeyrac gazed at him in amazement.
“I'm- I'm not!” cried Enjolras indignantly.
Alas. He was.
Courfeyrac gave an odd shriek and traipsed off down the corridor towards the rest of his colleagues, with Enjolras in hot pursuit.
“Courfeyrac! You better not bring this in there, or-!”
But before Enjolras could describe – in hideous detail – all manner of death threats he could clearly never pull off, the door to the main office was flung open, and fifty-odd pairs of eyes floated up from their computers with vague curiosity. The whole room was wrapped in an unnerving hush, broken only by the sound of clattering keyboards, studious muttering, and the ringing and answering of phones.
Enjolras shut his mouth abruptly, furious at the way his face would not cool down from the conspicuous pink it had adopted.
He was absently aware of Courfeyrac’s amused gawking, and the way his mouth quirked with stifled giggles.
“I have never seen you like this!” Courfeyrac murmured in amazement, shaking his head ever so slightly. “You're completely blushing!”
Enjolras glared daggers at him and muttered through gritted teeth, “No. Shut up. Don't fucking-”
“Who's blushing?” Musichetta interrupted, appearing beside them, bored by her strenuous day of playing solitaire and filing her nails.
“Enjolras,” Courfeyrac said smugly, and loudly enough that at least ten of the nearest desks could hear him.
Enjolras wanted to burn the place to the ground. It seemed – from the heat of his face – that his body might be trying to do just that.
Joly glanced up from his desk, the one nearest the door, his eyebrows creased in confusion. “So he is. I've not seen you blush before, Enjolras.”
“Did he see a really big spreadsheet?” Feuilly asked with a smirk.
If he hadn’t respected him so much, Enjolras would have shot Feuilly a murderous look.
“It was a boy,” said Courfeyrac, putting on an air of nonchalance that almost hid how utterly thrilled he was to be the one to convey the news.
“Look, it was not like tha-” Enjolras began, but was rudely interrupted by the enormous clatter of Combeferre dropping the handset of his telephone onto the table.
More eyes glanced up from their workstations.
Combeferre had adopted a frankly comical expression – eyes wide and horrified, nose scrunched in disbelief.
“You…what?!” He stage-whispered, blinking in bewilderment. “Because of-...?”
Courfeyrac – because he was a good boyfriend, and apparently also because he wanted Enjolras to suffer – read Combeferre's mind and finished his sentence with a smug little giggle.
“Because of a boy…” he nodded solemnly, biting his lips to contain his grin.
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