- Draco is elegant and refined from being raised as a pure-blood, he plays piano and violin and speaks French and can ballroom dance with his eyes closed, he drinks champagne and dresses in designer robes
- Draco is always clean and groomed, his clothes are always perfect and his smile is always charming, he knows just what to say when and to who to gain favours and worm his way into anyone’s good graces, his good looks don’t hurt things either
- Draco is quiet and studious, he’s resourceful and a deep thinker, he’s a light sleeper and likes things just so, his routine is his way of life and his public image is everything. Then we add Harry to that mix
- With Harry Draco is open and free, his smile is wide and dorky and shows all his teeth, he snorts when he laughs and blows bubbles into his milkshake through his straw because he’s a total dork and he’s allowed to be with Harry
- Harry brings out his wild side, they go exploring in the woods together and Draco is always the first to climb up a tree or dive into a river because it’s fun and life is fun and he wants to experience it with Harry, he’s constantly swinging upside from tree branches while Harry’s trying to read and always falling asleep in his lap in the sun
- When he’s home alone with Harry he wears knitted sweaters and jeans and always steals Harry’s winter jackets to curl up in, and once he starts getting his honorary Weasley jumpers at Christmas he wears it to bed every night until the next year because he loves to feel loved
- At home Harry cooks but Draco loves to create a mess in the kitchen and is constantly trying to cook the Muggle way and he’s actually pretty good at baking cakes and he makes one for Harry each year for his birthday, and Draco is the one who loves to go grocery shopping with Harry because there’s just something so domestic about it that reminds him he has a family now and he loves it
- Harry’s there when he needs to cry about his parents when he returns from their lunchtime meetings and they’ve argued again, Harry lets him rant about his coworkers in the Magical Law Enforcement Department and their pure-blood values, and Draco’s always there when Harry needs to talk about whatever horror he witness on his latest Auror mission with Ron, and he’s inches away from hexing someone when Harry comes home from work and is upset by someone’s comment about his sexuality or choice in partners
- Draco loves nothing more than dragging Harry to pure-blood dinner parties, half to watch him flounder like a guppie out of water and half because Harry looks real good in designer robes and it’s so cute when Harry tries his best to fit into Draco’s world
- Draco loves to see Harry socializing with his parents at these parties, and talking with his friends, and he especially loves the jealous look in his eyes when he dances with Pansy a bit too long or leans too close to Blaise when reaching for his next drink
- But as much as Draco loves to see Harry at his socialite parties, Harry loves to see Draco at HIS parties even more. He loves watching Draco sitting in his rumpled robes downing as many Firewhiskey’s as he can, drinking competitions with Ron or George, playing stupid Muggle games with Hermione and always gloating when he wins. Harry loves when Ginny bring in karaoke and Draco is the CHAMPION of karaoke and this is his jam don’t mess with this song!
- What Harry loves the most though, is after the parties when Draco is tired beyond belief but he’s happy and smiling and just glowing and Harry has his breath taken away as he watches him undress and slide into bed with him, cuddling up next to him because Draco is the biggest teddy bear on the planet and he loves to cuddle
- Draco’s always up long before Harry, but he rarely gets up until Harry’s awake unless he has work, and when Harry does wake up he always kisses him senseless and that usually leads to morning sex. Harry will always make Draco his favourite tea in the morning and in the winter times he’ll clutch the hot cup in his cold hands and kiss the tip of Harry’s frozen nose over the steam of the tea and sit at the kitchen counter watching him cook breakfast making sexual comments about Harry’s fine arse whenever he turns around
- What Harry loves most about Draco is that Draco never asks, he never talks about anything personal if he has the impression Harry isn’t comfortable telling him. Draco will never ask about the horrors of the war or the pressure of being the Chosen One, and when Harry just needs quiet and peace Draco will be there to let him curl up in his lap and stroke his hair while he reads the paper and asks no questions.
- What Draco loves most about Harry is that he makes him smile, and Draco hasn’t smiled in a long long time, Harry’s smile is precious to him and it takes his breath way each time he sees it, and he’s always trying to see it again. Draco loves the way Harry smells when he buries his face into his shirt, he loves how warm the boy always is and he loves how Harry pretends he doesn’t notice Draco crying when Harry presses kisses to the Dark Mark during sex
- Harry loves when Draco presses his lips to his scar just before bed, murmuring that he loves him, no matter how moody he is or how angry at Harry he’ll always kiss that scar and tell him he loves him and if Draco ever stopped then Harry would know it was over, but he never stops
How major of a health concern is being fat for a cat? I'm sure it variety depending on how fat, but just in general. And along that line, any suggestions for helping a cat lose weight that already gets extra exercise and controlled portions?
Being a ‘bit overweight’ is not that bad most of the time, as long as the cat’s weight isn’t trending upwards all the time. Being obese is a significant concern for a cat’s health and quality of life.
Feline obesity is correlated with a number of conditions, and makes these conditions worse or more difficult to manage if it’s present: Diabetes mellitus, pancreatitis, osteoarthritis, FLUTD.
Diabetes can be type 1 or type 2 in cats, but in obese cats it’s usually type 2. A small number of these cats can go into remission with dietary control and short term insulin, but continued weight gain makes that extremely unlikely. High protein diets are beneficial for these cats.
Pancreatitis is more likely in cats carrying more fat, and may be triggered by high fat diets.
Osteoarthritis is more severe in larger animals because of the increased biomechanical forces on the body. This applies to physically bigger cats as well as obese cats.
Feline Lower urinary Tract Disease may manifest as urinary tract infections, idiopathic cystitis or urinary crystals. In male cats this can cause urethral blockages, which can cause death within 48 hours as the cat is unable to urinate. This is an emergency.
Hygiene is a significant concern for obese cats, and an important welfare issue too. Most obese cats reach a point where they can no longer groom themselves or clean their backside. This results in being unsanitary (cats hate not being clean) and fur will often knot into mats along the back and hips, making it more painful to move.
While encouraging obese cats to lose weight is beneficial, crash diets or rapid weight loss is outright dangerous because it can cause Hepatic Lipidosis.
Hepatic lipidosis is a potentially fatal condition in cats, where a cat with excess fat is, for whatever reason, not eating enough and mobilizes those fat stores for energy. But if that cat mobilizes too much of its fat stores for energy, more than its liver can handle, it will result in a build up of fatty acids in the liver and, basically, liver failure.
To make a cat lose weight, all there is to it is less calories in, and more calories out. There’s no magic trick to it, just patience and persistence. Some cats do better on a high protein diet (protein is lower calorie per gram and encourages maintenance of lean muscle mass), some on a high fiber diet (less digestable calories per mouthful and more fullness). Some cats benefit from puzzle feeders or having their food ‘hidden’ in different areas of the house so they’re encouraged to ‘patrol’ to look for food (more activity and slower eating). Checking their food portions are appropriate for their target weight, not their current weight, is important too. Also that nobody else is feeding the cat. This is a particular problem for cats allowed to free roam.
I would hope that care and patience a cat can lose no more than 1% of its body weight per week. That means it might be a year before you see ‘significant’ progress in a cat’s weight loss, but this isn’t about a quick fix, this is about making a change safely to reduce risks in the future.
Like most things, there is a spectrum of severity. It’s very difficult to force a cat to lose weight, but the reason we talk about this at all is to maintain a good quality of life. This is in respect to the cat’s mobility and ability to do cat things, not psychological factors like fat shaming, which do not apply to cats.
Things getting a little out of hand are they. Get a trim and make this Saturday a fresh one. That fresh out of the shower nape rub is worth it all. The smaller fresh cut hairs feel like velvet and look clean.
Characters- Reader, Maisie the dog, Missouri, RodeoCowboy!Dean Warnings- None Word Count- 1,123 Summary- It’s a usual day until a face from your past shows up. You never thought you’d see him again, but fate seems to have other ideas. A/N- The first in this series! I’m so excited to share this one with y’all since it’s been in the planning stages since January. I had some computer troubles, but luckily I’ve been able to get it working enough to write, so all’s well. It’s all outlined, so I’m just so excited to finally share!
!!! I’m only tagging my Dean taglist in this first part, so if you want to continue to be tagged or start being tagged in this series, you have to sign up to the series taglist!!!
Squinting against the sunlight filtering in through your windows, you sigh before glaring at the beeping alarm on your nightstand. You’d done all the chores you’d needed to the night before, just to spend an extra hour or two in bed this morning. You should have known they’d fly right on by.
Your morning is much the same as always- get up and ready to do some chores before you head out to breakfast at Missouri’s Diner. Your small horse ranch requires daily maintenance, all of which you take care of yourself. Hauling hay, feeding the horses, daily grooming, cleaning stalls- all are a part of your daily chore list.
You open your front door to a bright dawn, bright orangey-yellows melting into blue. The sight brings a small smile to your face, thinking of all the people who are too busy stuck behind a desk to ever see the beauty of a fresh new day. Running a ranch may be hard work, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Requested: Yes Request: Hello dear!! Nah I please request a Jason x civilian!reader where Jason becomes roommates with the reader because he want to keep a “low profile” and tries to hide the fact that he is the red hood Summary: You are on the search for a roommate to help you while you are struggling with paying bills. After meeting a couple of undesirable people, Jason shows up and seems to be the perfect fit for a roommate, if not a little moody. Word Count: 1726
You frowned as you stared at the screen full of emails in response to your ad. Despite your best efforts, you could no longer afford to live alone. The bills were piling up and the overwhelming feeling of debt had robbed you many nights of sleep. So, you cleaned out the spare room, made up the guest bed, and put out an ad looking for a roommate.
As you read the responses, you couldn’t help but want to bang your head against the wall. Half of the replies looked to be written by what you could only assume was a five year old, and the other half were crazies trying to find out where you lived. Through the dozens of emails, three stood out as normal and decent people. They seemed genuinely interested in a shared living space.
You reached out to them, giving them the opportunity to see the apartment and make a decision. Two agreed to come over tomorrow, one in the morning, the other in the afternoon. The third candidate had an important meeting tomorrow and wouldn’t be able to meet until the next day, so you made arrangements with him to come over once your shift at the hospital was over.
You spent the rest of the evening cleaning, your mood lifted slightly with the hopes that someone would be their to carry part of the financial burden. You fluffed the apartment, making sure everything looked welcoming and smelled pleasant. Before you went to bed, you checked the locks and windows like you did every night.
The next day, you spent a whole hour making sure you looked your best. You lit your favorite scented candles, hoping that it made the apartment warmer. You ate your breakfast as you kept an eye on the clock. It was purposely moving slowly to torment you. Time always seemed to inch by whenever you were waiting for something important. But eventually, it was 10 o’clock and not much time after that, a knock sounded from the front door.
You quickly made it to the door and opened it to greet the woman you were showing the apartment to. As soon as you opened the door, you were met with a very strong wave of body odor. You had to mask your gag as a cough into your sleeve. You looked at the woman properly to see she was wearing baggy pants that you couldn’t tell if they were green or brown and a black sweater that nearly reached her knees. Her hair was tied into a knot on the top of her head.
“Hi! I’m Glenda!” she greeted loudly. “You must be, (y/n)!” she added. As her loud words reached your ears, her breath hit your face, making it very difficult not to close the door in her face.
“Yes, please come in,” you shoved away your first impression of disgust and found your manners. You stepped aside and let her walk inside. She immediately began looking around the place. The front door opened into kitchen and dining area. She looked pleased with the layout and took no time in finding the living room.
“Oh! I like the balcony!” she exclaimed loudly as she shoved the mostly glass door open and walked outside. She darted back inside, leaving the door open, cold air blowing inside, as she started down the hallway to the bedrooms. “Which room is mine?” she asked loudly as you hurried to close the door before it started snowing in your apartment. You glared up at the sky, wondering if this was some kind of punishment.
“The one on the right,” you answered as you followed her down the hall. She was looking in your room. You grit your teeth trying not to lose your head over this invasion of your space. She quickly wandered passed you into next room, the spare room. She frowned as she looked around.
“It’s a little bland compared to the rest of the place!” she huffed loudly. You were feeling a headache coming on already.
“Well, I figured whoever moved in would want to decorate it to their own tastes,” you shrugged. She looked unimpressed as she pushed passed you again to get to the bathroom. The bathroom was pretty spacious for it to be an apartment, but it had been hard to contain all of your toiletries to one half.
“Is this the only bathroom?” she asked.
“Yes, it’s a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment,” you answered. She crossed her arms.
“I’m not sure that sharing a bathroom is going to work for me,” she said in her high pitched loud voice. You were thankful she was the one to decide against it so you didn’t have to worry about telling her no.
“Well, it was nice meeting you,” you said as you trying to steer her towards the door. She left just as quickly as she came, but her pungent odor lingered.
You sprayed air freshener throughout the entire apartment and collapsed on the sofa. You hoped the next person coming over wouldn’t notice the smell. You also hoped that they didn’t stink.
It was right after you finished eating lunch, that there was a knock on the door. You opened it to reveal a rather short man. He was balding on the top of his head, but he was well groomed and wore clean clothing. You smiled and welcomed him to come inside.
“My name is Gary,” he introduced himself awkwardly. He was shy and it seemed that you made him nervous.
“Hello, Gary, I’m (y/n). Would you like to look around?” you asked. He actually allowed you to give him a tour. You explained the living arrangements and how the division of bills would work. You showed him his room and the bathroom. He seemed like a very reasonable man despite his nervousness.
“Do you have any questions?” you asked with a smile. His face got red.
“Do you have any drugs?” he asked softly. You took a moment to process what he had just plainly said.
“What?” you asked as your brows crushed together in confusion.
“You know, drugs!” he shook his hands. “Crack? Heroine?” he pushed further. You frowned.
“No, and I’m sorry, but I can’t share a space with someone doing drugs,” you informed him as you held open the door. His face burned bright red, but he left without having to be told twice. You shook your head and felt like screaming. You’re last hope was the man coming over tomorrow night. Or you were back at square one.
You went through you nightly routine again, checking the locks and windows before getting ready for bed. You had a long shift tomorrow at Gotham General where you worked as a nurse. You went to bed relatively early but sleep avoided you as more thoughts of your struggling bank account plagued your mind.
You day went by quickly. There had been a car pile up, filling up the emergency room with trauma patients. You kept very busy, allowing time to whiz by. Before you knew it, it was time to head back home.
You had chosen your apartment for the sole reason that it was close to the hospital. You didn’t have to catch a taxi or even ride the bus to get home. Just a short walk and you were back home.
You had literally just walked into the building when you saw him. He wore a brown leather jacket and black pants. He was very tall and he was well built, you could tell even through the layers. You tried not to stare, but he was gorgeous. His dark hair was just perfectly messy. He turned his head and his blue eyes met yours dead on.
“Hi, are you (y/n)?” he asked. Your (y/e/c) eyes widened in shock, but you shook your head and collected your thoughts.
“Yes, I am. Are you here about the apartment?” you asked politely. He nodded.
“Right this way, Jason, right?” you smiled as you lead the way towards the stairs. He nodded and followed quietly, his footsteps only barely making a sound behind you. Once you made it to the third floor, you dug out your key and opened the door.
You allowed him to walk inside first, and you closed the door once you were both inside.
“It’s not the biggest, but I think it should be fine for two people,” you started as you began giving him the tour. He was pretty silent throughout and when he saw the bed in the guest room he smiled.
“So, when can I move in?” he asked with a cocky smirk. It sent flutters to your stomach. You swallowed slowly as you tried to gather you thoughts.
“Well, as soon as possible,” you nodded. “Wait, you don’t do drugs, do you?” you asked abruptly. He frowned.
“No, I don’t,” he crossed his arms. “Do you?” he returned.
“No, not at all,” you waved your hands. “Thank goodness!” you practically cheered. He looked at you as if you were a crazy person. “You don’t even know what I’ve been through trying to find a roommate,” you brushed it off and lead the way back to the kitchen.
“So, when will you be moving in? There is a $350 deposit to cover this months bills,” you explained as you opened the file folder you had gathered together in a makeshift contract.
“How about now?” he asked. You dropped the contract and looked up at him.
“What?” you questioned. He pulled out a wad of money and counted off a few hundred dollar bills.
“Here’s $400, if I can just sleep here tonight and get the rest of my stuff tomorrow,” he offered the cash. You pulled out a chair and motioned for him to sit. He did and laid the money on the table. You quickly went over the contract, discussing the rent and bills and the apartment rules you were given when you moved in yourself. He signed and you handed him the spare key. He nodded and stood, going to the spare room and closing the door. You just sat at the table stunned.
“Well, that was easy,” you sighed as you grabbed the cash and put in an envelope to take care of in the morning.
A/N: So, I honestly spent all day at work thinking about this and decided to see if I could turn it into a series. So, consider this part one! Hope you like it!
I hadn’t realized before how hard Haymitch is playing the game in chapter 7. Part of his strategy is obvious, but this time I noticed something more subtle. The morning of the first training session, Haymitch says: “‘One last thing. In public, I want you by each other’s side every minute’… We both start to object, but Haymitch slams his hand on the table. ‘Every minute! It’s not open for discussion! You agreed to do as I said! You will be together, you will appear amiable to each other. Now get out. Meet Effie at the elevator at ten for training.’”
At first glance, meeting at the elevator at ten seems like a throwaway line, but then I noticed that it comes up again twice in the next page. Earlier in the chapter, Katniss’ irritation with the matching training outfits had been established. And earlier in the book, Katniss remarked on Effie’s efficiency at getting them places on time. And yet on the next page, it’s almost ten while Katniss is still brushing her teeth. A few minutes later, after riding the elevator down to the training gym, Katniss notes, “Although it’s not yet ten, we are the last ones to arrive. The other tributes are gathered in a tense circle… While someone pins the number 12 on my back, I do a quick assessment. Peeta and I are the only two dressed alike.” (emphasis added)
It looks like Haymitch (and his fellow strategists) planned to build on Cinna’s success in presenting Katniss and Peeta as a pair at the tribute parade by ensuring that they make an entrance in their matching uniforms by arriving just on time on the first morning of training. The night of the parade, Katniss noticed the other tributes’ envious glances. Afterwards, Collins had Haymitch explicitly tell us that he, Cinna, Effie, and Portia were sitting down to hash out their strategy: “Tomorrow morning is the first training session. Meet me for breakfast and I’ll tell you exactly how I want you to play it,” says Haymitch to Peeta and I. “Now go get some sleep while the grown-ups talk.”
In continuing to present Katniss and Peeta as a team, Haymitch, et. al., were furthering a strategy that had been publicly presented to all of Panem, and managing it for a different audience — the Gamemakers and the other tributes, who might be wondering if the dynamic D12 duo is for real.
You’re nasty. Not tryna start nothing, but y’all are, it’s
just a fact of nature, niggas is nasty. We smell, look, taste and feel nasty in
our natural states. And ain’t nobody tyna get hollered on by a nasty ass nigga.
But it’s all good, ya boy got you, we gonna get you looking smelling and
feeling fresh as hell so you can go hit the club, or hit the bed. Let’s hit it.
To get started, you gonna need some tunes. I prefer
something that’s gonna get you thinking about that one you tryna talk to, like
some Badu or Sade, but my homeboy be swearing by Drake, so choose what you
gonna wanna kick it with for an hour or two.
Alright, let’s hit it.
gonna take care of your face first, ‘cause this is gonna take some good time.
Y’all know that shaving ain’t no punk for a nigga. We naturally got thick and
wavy/curly facial hair, which has trouble growing up through the skin. Any
nigga who shaves knows the hell that is your face bumping up, especially under
your chin. So go hit the store. Walgreens is gonna have a majority of what you
need. Wherever you go though, hit it up and get you some witch hazel and some
aloe vera. Less than then bones for the both. Also, get you a double edge
safety razor. It’s about $25 for one, and it’ll last you forever. If you a
stingy/broke nigga, grab a bag of the single blade Bic disposables, but trust
me, save up for the safety razor. It’s hella good for that Black skin and hair,
and a nigga don’t wanna be bumpy (and red, for my lightskin niggas) tryna step.
For shaving cream, you either need to get that professional shit with a brush,
or else get you some olive oil (yo momma/sister/girl got some for her hair, I’m
sure). Also, a bar of black soap is made for Black skin and’ll leave you feeling
fresh and clean. Ask the Black Muslims, the guys at your barbershop, or hit up
AfricaImports.com for some at a reasonable price, because it’s cheap. Go on and
lather your face up real good with the soap, and wash with a washcloth in your
sink. The soap lathers brown, so you’ll need to wipe down the sink area when
you’re done, ain’t nobody wanna find some brown mess all over your sink. Rinse
your face off and get your shaving cream or the olive oil, and slather it on
your beard. Because there’s only one blade on your razor, you’ll have an easy
ass time getting straight sideburns and smooth designs if you want them, but
also there won’t be a lot of pull on your beard that leads to bumping. Just be
careful with the safety razor, cause a nigga slip once and you got a nice gash
to go show off at the spot. Rinse whatever remainders off of your face. The
olive oil will have your face feeling smooth. That’s what you looking for.
Ain’t nobody wanna lay up with a rough face-having nigga all up on them (PROTIP
though, always but a barrier between your face and someone else when you laying
up together. Beard stubble is rougher than a mug on someone else’s skin).
PROTIP FOR THE BALDING NIGGAS! Shave it off. Niggas look good bald, but not
with patchy ass hair.
the showers. You need to wash it all, my dude. Get you washcloth and clean that
shit up. Be real thorough especially in your private areas. Ain’t nobody wanna
experience yo dick cheese or smell your ass, so especially if your expecting
company in that area, clean it out thoroughly. Especially pay some attention to
your ass. Get all around, in the hair if you got some, and even rinse out the
first little bit of your butt hole. Ain’t no shame in being clean, my dude.
Bring a pair of scissors in the shower with you: I prefer the tiny ones with
rounded points that they sell for elementary school kids at target or whatever,
so you don’t have to worry about stabbing yourself. You don’t need to take
everything off, but if you think something’s a little uneven or out of control,
trim it up. Your dick looking like Shorty from Scary Movie 2, but you want
Scary Movie 1, dude. If your armpits or ass looking thick as the jungle,
consider that too, but it’s not as necessary. Rinse off well though, you don’t want
no random stray pubes drifting about. Also, scrub your feet down, including
between your toes. Wash your hair: hair naturally keeps odour, so if you ain’t
washed it in a while you finna be musty, so get it right.
dry, and PUT ON SOME GODDAMN LOTION. For real, ain’t nobody wanna touch up on a
dry ass nigga all day (or all night).
talk about your feet. They’re nasty. Here’s how you can fix that. You have two
options. Number one, go get you a pedicure. Ain’t no shame, hell I got some
play today sitting in the chair while my girl Nancy lotioned me up, buffed me
out and gave me a clear coat for $20. You need a recommendation in Colorado, I
got you. Otherwise, go get you some high-quality nail clippers and a nail file.
Clip yourself down neat and even, use the file if need be. Now, slather your
feet in lotion, I mean slather, and put on some socks until your ready to go.
Once you’re ready to walk out the door, change your socks and wipe off the
extra lotion. This should keep you mostly moist and smooth down there for a
bit. Then your feet won’t be knicking and getting all up on your sheets and
your partners legs. If you’re extra crusty, I recommend Crisco instead of
lotion on your feet.
work on your scent. Now you can keep all of those cans of Axe laying around in
case you need something fast or you’re not looking to impress on the daily, but
anytime you’re looking to smell fresh and sexy, I’mma recommend you get
yourself a professional fragrance. Best way to do this is to first learn about
notes, what you like, what you don’t like, and what smells good on you. Hit up
Fragrantica.com and browse around a little bit, or go over to the department
store in the mall and find the little men’s fragrance area. Smell a couple,
first sprayed in the air, then on yourself (don’t mix). If you find something
online your not sure about, order a decant (they’re small bottles that you can
spend less than ten dollars on). Find a fragrance that both you and your target
audience will think is fire. Give yourself three sprays: neck/chest area, back
of neck, wrists.
you really wanna be a fly ass nigga, get yo colours right. Know what colours go
good together. Look at some models at note the colours. Look at some ladies and
note the colours (a lot of them have got this on point better than us, but some
don’t, so take a grain of salt with that shit). Here’s a tip: opposites are
good. Go find a colour wheel and look at the opposites. Red and green, blue and
orange, yellow and purple, etc. Don’t be that nigga who only got one colour
scheme either, or that nigga who only wanna wear black, grey and blue. Think
about which colours look good with your skin, and make sure your jewellery
matches too. For example, I don’t like my skin in gold jewellery or bright
orange. I be killing ‘em in silver and turquoise though. Guess what I be
stocking up on. You got it.
your teeth. BRUSH YOUR TONGUE YOU MUSTY NIGGA. That shit’s uncomfortable, but
it’ll have you smelling right for hours.
the club/date/party/bedroom/whatever. Talk right. Treat people right. Smell
fresh. Taste fresh. Feel fresh. Look fresh.
are my intentions good? will my decisions unneccessarily hurt others? am i speaking kindly to others? am i validating other people’s feelings and listening? have i had enough water, food, and sunshine today? what have i done to earn a sense of accomplishment for today? have i answered “how am i feeling today?” with something other than food/drugs/alcohol? did i tell my family i love them? are my needs and wants clearly catergorized? did i shower and put on clothes? have i been to doctors and dentists? are my animals well loved and fed and groomed? is my house clean enough to be functional for everyone who lives here? am i looking for a new way to be happier? always.
Grievous and his daughter. Yes it’s ok to let him lick the baby, it’s how Vashaen parents groom and clean their newborns before their soft baby skin can handle the high-PH waters of their home. And it stimulates and encourages bonding, and also helps their birth fur to fall out, though Sahara doesn’t have that issue. Grievous would carry her in his mouth too like a momma cat, but she isn’t built like a Vashaen baby.
My dearest @ms-usagi messaged me last night and told me about an idea they had:
Carl being raised by wolves/dogs.
Imagine it with me for a minute: Lori and Shane don’t get to take Carl out of Atlanta, or maybe they lost him at some point. The thing is that little Carl ended up alone, scared and starving, until he found some wolves/dogs/whichever canine that you prefer, and he started following them because it was easier for them to find food.
The canines quickly get used to Carl to the point that they protect him, follow him and –let’s be honest– who wouldn’t sleep soundly with a bunch of fur balls over you?
Time passes and Carl has lost some of his humanity, such as talking, walking straight, worrying about being clean, groomed and well dressed.
At some point, he looses his ‘pack’ and is found by Negan’s men, they are shocked because he’s more animal than person and they take him to the sanctuary, where Negan gets a liking for his new ‘pet’.
This story was inspired by Acid/C2ndy2c1d (http://c2ndy2c1d.tumblr.com) and her undying loyalty for one of my favorite cartoons, Courage the Cowardly Dog. And since she’s shown so many wonderful drawings to help sate my cravings, I thought I would write something in exchange.
This particular scenario is inspired by her awesome comic: