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dazzle-bright · 2 years
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Sunfading progress on Bowtie
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gocelot · 5 months
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I don’t even know
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griffinequestrian · 10 months
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He’s really NOT enjoying the push for 10 minutes of trot this week. We’ve had some not so fun rodeo moments. Drugs might be the answer if he doesn’t shape up soon. Sorry not sorry Michael.
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pickleandthequeen · 10 months
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He got to try TheraPlate today!
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professor-amaryllis · 1 month
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Alright, it looks like most of the pokemon that had been flagged for rehoming passed their health checks with the exception of one that has a concerning cough and will be kept with us for the time being. Anyone that was interested in the adoption of any of these pokemon is welcome to take a look at the paperwork to fill out on the GES Website, where all of the pokemon's profiles will be listed as well.
// pokemon for adoption under the cut (with art), just dm me if interested in any of the unclaimed ones!! you don't have to IC message Amy about it since its a different department <3
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Luvdiscs (mixed parentage)
Wishiwashi lineage -@poni-island-kahuna
Alomomola lineage -
Finneon lineage -@thebestpawnshopinpaldea
Goldeen lineage -@ragingwaters
Remoraid lineage -@poketrainer-justine
Carvanha lineage -@coinflipshade
Arrokuda lineage -@ragingwaters
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Assorted Pokemon (designed by @coinflipshade)
Tandemaus (Castform lineage) - @servantrunaway
Spinarak (Cutiefly lineage) -@thebestpawnshopinpaldea
Woobat (Gal. Ponyta lineage) - @two-forest-sisters
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Sunflora
Ring of fire subtype "Pyra" -@sunkernt
Greenburst subtype "Greenie" -@skrub-dubs
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Applin
Orange pippin subtype "Pippin" -@skrub-dubs
Crab apple subtype "Craby" -@scolipetetive
Pink Pearl subtype "Pearl" -@chamomilepetaldance
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Sunflora
Peony subtype - @suddenlyauntiemaya
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Budew
"Bluey" -@moddedmoor
"Biggie" -@toxic-ninja-master
"Lacey"-@paldeansunflowers
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Eevee (mixed parentage)
Stufful influence, "Bouncer" -@shiny-pink-thorns
Skitty influence, "Fancy" -@re-burst-rehab
Spinda influence, "Dizzy" -Mine!!
Sentret influence, "Ringo" -@fox-poke-fanatic
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Goomy
Fancy domestic - @draconic-artisan
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Flabebe
Wattle flower subtype - @disciplevolo
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Espurr
Curly domestic breed- @paranormalphrenix
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Alcremie
Sweet heart - @purrloined-sweets
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shirecorn · 11 months
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So hey! This is actually the mun from @Drawing-prompt-s, where you found the bat-centaur prompt.
Honestly I like popping in at times because I was following you before you even responded to that prompt - and then I saw that you did and lost my marbles cackling for days because it was fantastic!
Anyways! You're reawakening the pony phase in my now, smh. Oh well, it's absolutely worth it. I always love seeing your art come up on my dash, it's so fun! I don't remember back when I first started following you, but I do think it was around the "high geologist" post originally? Maybe before that!
Either way, I always enjoy your art! And I really enjoyed seeing your response to that prompt (and seeing that it still gets regular notes, on the off chance I check, I had to turn off notes for that blog a long time ago honestly).
-- Prompt Prophet
RIP TO YOUR NOTES, HONESTLY.
I still read most of the notes I get here (which is a lot) but what was so funny about that prompt is someone expected me to do something really awesome and sick with "vampire centaur" maybe with a flowing cape, or gigantic bat wings that stretched across the sky. Instead I did.... That
oh my god the preview looks so normal.
For a while the bulk of my followers came from The High Geologist and now most of them find me through my other stuff, and are then shocked to see happy harbinger and airplane rehab in my menagerie
I'm a very energetic person, so I make a couple big hits every once in while and then don't really slow down, I just keep making more. Even on the off season I'm constantly doing art, I just started posting it again when I got into ponies.
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seananmcguire · 1 year
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(I'm currently at a rehab facility after breaking my hip)
I thought it would amuse you to know:
I told my OT that having a bandage on my hip all the time made me feel like a My Little Pony, so she drew a cutie mark on it
I'm Hip Fracture pony
Congratulations on finally finding your life's purpose?
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arieshasbrainrot57 · 4 months
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verosika headcanons
treated like a show pony by clients and management; thrown into rehab when she becomes too much of a problem and trotted back out when they need her again
dresses up to go literally anyone, the grocery store or a concert
lives with her posse at a pretty big house, which is paid for by her management
suffers from adhd and bipolar disorder
fears abandonment; had those fears for years but dating blitzo made them worse
believes that she only has value to someone if she's sleeping with them
takes pictures of almost anything
loves taking selfies
has one of those huge walk in closets
refuses to do anything that might anger her clients or management, afraid that she'll lose everything she has
omnisexual, but hasn't told anyone but a few people
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actuallyverynormalbtw · 6 months
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INTRO ☕️
TW: trauma, vents, substance abuse, possible ed mention, suicidal/homocidal ideation, s/h, (c)s/a, dv/da
*applies to my whole blog
hello! we are the snails collective. we dont have many mutuals but would like to interact more. like/interact with this post if youre weird too and i'll follow. <3
(DNI: radqueer/transid, abuse apologists, normal people)
need a space to post about our messed up brain and relate to others who feel messed up too. go away if you think that just means intrusive thoughts and suicidal ideation; i am everything you pride yourself not to be.
RESIDENTIAL REHAB IN JANUARY!!!!(?) FEBRUARY!!!!!! NVM I GAVE UP!!!!!
will probably post / rb mostly about mentally ill traumatized stuff :3
INFO ☕️
c-DID system of [REDACTED]+ alters
bodily 19 ageweird/age-nonconforming
multi-synesthetic hyper/semiverbal
auti-tourettic adhdyspraxicalculia
physically disabled / chronically ill
schizotypal and avoidant pd
covert narcissist, some alters expressing more borderline or antisocial traits
libra sun cancer rising aquarius moon
INTERESTS ☕️
psychology / trauma
my little pony gen 4/5 (+cartoons in general)
astrology
the hunger games
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vexypest · 1 month
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Past..
Here’s my actual poem
Happy early Valentine’s Day..
COUGH.
My dear friend, it's time to let you know,
That I've been wishing for something that you could draw.
I want nothing more than a picture of a horse,
A drawing by you, of a majestic beast.
For years you've been showing off your art,
And each time I see it, it’s as sweet as a tart.
But there's just one thing that's missing from your collection,
And that's the sight of a horse in your own creation.
So take your art skills to the next level,
And make a drawing that will surely impress us all,
I promise it won't go to waste,
For I will cherish it like a crown upon my face.
- Soma says 2024-2025
Rehab was supposed to be a fresh start.
I take everything back, I despise you. But I appreciate you took time out of your day to write all that, even if it was to spite me. ANYWAYS, completely unrelated, do you watch my little pony? Who’s your favourite character?
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maxevansweekend · 6 months
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dazzle-bright · 2 years
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I re-pinked Desert Rose’s faded hair with Rit dye! When I was little I took her outside and her hair turned white. I remember the day it happened! I used watered-down scarlet rit dye powder, but only because I randomly found an ancient box of it in the basement. If I were buying some, I’d recommend getting the liquid pink.
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anti-porn-unicorn · 1 year
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"The sexual attention of men has no value because even corpses, animals, and babies get it . "
Have you heard of Pony, the orangutan ? Apparently, she was kidnapped from a forest in Borneo when she was just a baby. She was chained and pimped at a brothel in Kareng Pangi for years. They shaved her, put jewelry on her, perfumed her, and trained her to "welcome" their clients. Being raped on a daily basis. Turns out the village put up a strong fight against the rescue team. All due to the profit Pony was bringing as an attraction to be raped.
Pony, now in rehab, has ptsd and recurring nightmares. The brothel owner still visits her as part of some twisted deal for taking Pony away. Pony screams and defecates herself each time she sees them.
The inhumanity of some men knows no bounds. That poor sweet baby. I’m speechless
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citizenoftmrrwlnd · 10 months
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🦋🐇for a fictive
1. Baby Cottontail Rabbit Rescue and Rehab 2. [MLP] Fluttershy's Most Adorable Moments 3. 1982 My Little Pony G1 Peachy Vintage Toy Restoration - MLP Hasbro Toy Repair - Acrylic Camouflage 4. cottagecore ruffle collar shirt | sew with me 5. Watch a Breathtaking Monarch Butterfly Swarm
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notsowrites · 2 years
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this love came back to me
a 4x07 malex coda, of sorts
A/N: Is it a episode coda if it’s taking place in the happy future after all the plotty bits have happened? It sorta deals with things that happened in 4x07 tho. It was just, after last night, I needed some happy Malex moments.
[AO3 Link]
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Alex stands in the living room, looking around. He doesn't want to ever go back to living alone, to not sharing this space, this home, with Michael. For a long time, he wasn't sure how to make Roswell his home - not with his father still around. Even though everyone he loved was here - the Ortechos and the Crashdown, the DeLucas and the Wild Pony, and Michael. And that was why he stayed, why he came back after Iraq, when he could have chosen anywhere else in the world to do his rehab and recovery. 
Roswell was home.
Things felt easier without his father's physical presence. It got easier as time went on to silence his voice, to keep working on finding his own, and figure out just who he was outside the shadow left by his family's legacy. And maybe there were days he wished it had been easier, that he hadn't had to make some of the decisions he'd been forced into because of that voice in his head. But he knows it doesn't do any good to dwell on the past, especially now when he can look around and know that he came out on the other end having achieved the goals he'd set out for himself.
There are guitars all around the house, leaning against walls and tables in their protective cases. Most of them are ones he's picked up throughout his life, some from high school, some after he got back from Iraq. Michael's guitar - the one he'd brought the day they'd moved in together - leans against the keyboard in the living room. A reminder of last night, where Michael had picked it up and played for him. Serenading him with a song he knew all too well.
Things had finally started to feel like the future he'd always dreamed of. As though the pieces were finally falling into place the way they'd always meant to.
"Are you sure about this?" Michael asks, coming up behind him, arms snaking around his waist, Michael's chin resting on his shoulder.
He smiles, spinning around and reaching up to gently press his palm against Michael's cheek. "There's no decision. I told you, your dreams and your heart. Always."
Michael surges forward, kissing him. It's a little bit desperate and sloppy, and Alex pushes back, his other hand coming up to Michael's face, his hands sliding back into his hair, fingertips gently scratching. He lets Michael pull him closer, arms around his waist, feeling every part of them pushed up against one another even through their layers of clothes.
"And yours?" Michael asks, pulling back, their foreheads pressed together, their lips inches apart.
Alex drops a hand, allowing his hand to drift across the skin of Michael's neck, down to the neckline of his t-shirt. Beneath it, Alex can feel the outline of the alien glass necklace, the twin to the one Michael had given him before he disappeared.
"You are my dreams and my heart."
"Alex-"
He shakes his head. He thought they'd gone over this already. But he won't argue, and there's no reason for him to be annoyed with Michael. This is a big decision, for both of them. 
"Loving you has always been the easiest thing in the world. Through everything we've been through, I have loved you. All I've ever wanted is to see you happy and safe. In a world where you don't have to look over your shoulder." He pauses, reconsidering his words. "Where we don't have to look over our shoulders."
"But that still-"
Now, he pulls his forehead away from Michael's, hand still atop the necklace, but needing Michael to look at him, to see him as he speaks.
"Before you, I thought the only way I could ever be happy was to marry Maria. I thought it would be enough. My dreams were never grand like yours, and that's okay. Because it meant I could give you something you were dreaming of."
That's when he notices the wetness in Michael's eyes, a tear threatening to spill over. Alex slides his hand over just enough to wipe it away with his thumb, lingering there for a moment they both need. His mind wanders slightly to how he'd been content in the idea of marrying Maria at one time, that it was the happiness he could attain. Even if they couldn't have given each other everything the other needed, the safety he had found in Maria was something he'd never had growing up.
"But now, we get to experience those dreams together. Both the big grand ones, and the smaller grounded ones."
Finally, a smile breaks out across Michael's face. And Alex takes a moment to study him, from the curls that fall over Michael's forehead, just above his left brow, to Michael's beautiful amber colored eyes that almost shine in the sunlight, his slightly off-centered nose from a fight at the Pony during those in between years, down to the lips that Alex finds irresistible. The face of a man who Alex has loved for half his life already, and knows he will love for all his remaining years.
"Those dreams aren't small," Michael says, shaking his head. "I want to marry you, Alex Manes. I want your dreams to come true too."
At Michael’s words, Alex feels tears forming in his own eyes, threatening to spill over. It shouldn't surprise him, that Michael has thought about their future. It's been on his mind since that night Michael put the necklace around his own neck before everything went batshit crazy around them. There had been a time, right in the beginning, when he'd panicked and wondered just how to get back to Michael. How he was going to keep that promise that they'd always find their way back to each other. And that had turned into his focus, his goal, and in turn, his way out.
"A picket fence yard that holds aliens," he replies, remembering what Michael had said after his unfortunate run in with the Lockhart Machine. The teetering over the edge of the patio, how one wrong step would have ended everything forever. But the memory of that talk of picket fences has him thinking of another mention. "Maria told me once, not long after I got back to Roswell, that home doesn't have to be a place. She said - she said home can be a person."
But Michael seems to be distracted, and that's when Alex notices while he's been lost in his own thoughts, Michael had let go of his waist and is holding his hand up between their chests. There is something clutched in his fingers, and Alex pulls back far enough to get a better look.
It's a ring.
Black band with a line of iridescence lining the inside. And a rune, something that Alex thinks is the Oasian language but he doesn't know the translation of.
"If we're doing this, if we're going to travel across the galaxy together, I want to do it knowing that both our dreams came true."
Alex plucks the ring from between Michael's fingers, trying to inspect it further and get a closer look. He knows the kind of skills Michael has with his hands, had seen Maria's bracelet and the necklaces. There's something there, something about Michael being a jewelry maker on the side of being a mechanic that Alex loves. 
But that's just one ring. The ring for him to wear. And for a moment, Alex panics because it's not right that Michael is making all these beautiful things for him, and he has nothing for Michael.
Until he remembers a correspondence he'd had with a jeweler before leaving on his trip. It had felt far too early, too soon, in their relationship to give it to Michael. To take that next step. But it felt important to have it, for when the time came, for whenever that right moment presented itself.
"Did a package come for me? While everything was going on?"
Michael frowns, and Alex laughs at the confusion that immediately crosses his face. He knows it's the worst moment, because there's this ring in his hand that Michael made, and it's beautiful and it's meant to be a proposal so they can get married. He gets to marry Michael. But he needs Michael to have his ring too. He needs Michael to know that, despite everything, all the ups and downs and all the time they've been apart, he's always wanted just him. It's always been just Michael Guerin for him.
On the counter, next to the stack of mail he hasn't sorted through yet, is a small brown box. Alex beelines for it, ripping the paper off, desperate to get to what he knows is inside.
"Alex, what-"
He spins back around, Michael's ring for him in one hand, his ring for Michael in the other.
"I was worried it was too soon. I didn't want you to feel pressured after moving in," he holds up the ring for Michael to see.
It's hammered tungsten and titanium, the metal uneven on the outside and smooth on the inside where it will lay against skin. The jewelry maker had taken his request, something resistant to fire, and told him while fire would eventually destroy any metal you hold up to it, there are ones that withstand higher temperatures. Alex had insisted, without a second thought as to the cost, only thinking about the ring itself. Later, when he’d had time to think, he’d wondered if he’d made a mistake, if Michael would reject it. Pushing past that voice, which had a distinct feeling of how his father used to pull at his own insecurities and fears, he knew that would never be the case. Not now. Not when he knew Michael was just as in on building a life together as he was.
“Stealing my moment, Manes?”
“Never.” 
There’s laughter as they both slide the rings on, Alex taking an extra moment to cradle Michael’s left hand in between his own, remembering everything they’ve been through and survived. He lets Michael pull their hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, but his eyes never looking away. 
In the middle of the desert, on a plot of land meant for Maria's great-grandparents to live on, is a spaceship waiting to take them on a journey across the galaxy that once seemed impossible. To a planet that, had it not been in turmoil, had it not had a rebellion, would not have set in motion the events that led to this moment. 
Alex doesn’t want to think about how different everything could have been with one simple decision. He doesn’t focus on the what ifs and the past. Instead, he pulls Michael towards him, and kisses him, not sure if this is the happiest moment of his life, but it’s definitely the best moment of his life so far.
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can you tell us about some of your ""difficult"" children at the compound?
Yes! I would love to, i adore these buys but they really do need forever homes. These are the ones i have pictures of at the moment, but not all of them by any means.
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Benson is our oldest resident, he's been here almost 9 years now. Benson the Growlithe was trained to be a mobility dog! He knows how to open cabinets, fridges, doors and drawers, and retrieve items for her handler. Problem is He wont do it on command, and instead just opens and closes everything all the time. He is also fond of "retrieving" drinks from the fridge and hiding them around, under pillows, in doorways, behind furniture, ect. Anyone looking to adopt Benson will have to have a heavily childproofed house. Benson has unfortunately been adopted and returned three times now, and can be a little distrustful at first, but is the sweetest boy once he gets to know you.
Sunny the growlithe on the other hand is a ray of sunshine! She was trained as an emotional response dog, her job was to fetch medicine for a crying or panicking handler and then comfort them until the episode passed. Sunny knows her job very well and will leap into action whenever she sees anyone crying. At all. even people on the TV. She also doesn't quite know the difference between a medicine bottle and any other similarly sized item. So if you want a dog who will bring you potatoes, single shoes, shampoo bottles, or even bigish rocks at the first sign of sadness, Sunnys the pokemon for you!
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Buckwheat the Galarian ponyta is a sad case, as he had actually already been placed with a handler for almost 2 full years before being returned to us. Buckwheat had been trained as a seeing eye pony for a wonderful 7 year old girl, who worked with us the entire time so they could learn together. They were an incredible team, but unfortunately, due to the negligence of another trainer, he was attacked by a free roaming houndoom and because of this he is fearful and aggressive towards basically any pokemon with sharp teeth. (examples of pokemon he has been aggressive towards: Eevee, ivysaur, ratata, growlithe,charmander) He will need a very patient home, and must be kept out of battling, as his vet has advised that any future damage could re traumatize him, potentially worse. Buckwheat is still in rehab and is not currently open to adoption.
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Bonsai the Ratata is an honorable mention, as my own failed foster. She was trained to fetch and return small dropped and forgotten irems, like keys, pens, medicine, ect. Bonsai was doing very well, and almost done with his training, when a visitor to the complex broke the rule about not playing with pokemon in training. She waited until the volunteer was distracted to let out her own pokemon (also against the rules) and teach baby Bonsai her new favorite game.... Keep away. This obviously was a problem as she now would fetch, but wouldn't return, items. After a few months of trying to walk back that mistake i had grown fond of her, and adopted her as soon as she was dismissed from the program.
All our adoptees are already altered (cant reproduce) and are up do date on all vaccines and basic training! Maybe I'll do more little blurbs about our adoptable guys if this goes over well
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