on our way to walmart

New Kens at our Walmart
Just these two all the way to the back

First time in a long time I brought my mom with me to the doll aisle

After the whole “you don’t need any dolls” speech
She switched to
Woah these don’t even look like Barbies … look at her face …
she even asked “ok where is the pony stuff ”

The Animal Inside - werewolf!Calum alternate ending

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven/ Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Original Ending

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long to write. I had requests for the super cheesy alternate ending so here’s the super cheesy ending for those who love super cheesy stories! It starts out like the original ending but takes a different turn so it’s smutty and fluffy at the same time. So if you want cheese but not smut… this isn’t gonna work out lol

Rating: Mature (smut)

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My girlfriend and I rescued a kitten today. His name is Pumpkin ~ 
We went to Saturday market here in Eugene and ended up at the drum circle where a bunch of people were selling hand blown pipes and other misc nick nacks including this little kitty. This guy (who was obviously on drugs) came up to us asking if we could take this kitten off their hands…He said he found him in a toxic waist land under an abandoned trailer. He had cuts and and big missing fur patches all over him. This beautiful hippie man called him Pumpkin and the name stuck. We felt like we had to take him even if we had to bring him to a shelter we knew it would be better than leaving him with them.

We took him to the humane society and we found out he had ringworm. They told us they couldn’t take him in because ringworm spreads and all the other kitty’s would get it. We didn’t know what to do. My girlfriend and I have no jobs and no money to take care of a kitten like this. We told them our situation and they offered to KILL him with euthanasia. Of course we started bawling our eyes out with the thought of this little kitten being put to sleep on our watch…. We asked if they could help us get some medication for him and if they had any free food we could take. We couldn’t leave him there. It was not an option. They came back with free food and a carrying case. Then an employee who saw us and heard the situation came up with a litter box and litter that he bought for us. We gave everyone hugs and went on our way to find him some medication. We got medication at Walmart for fungus infections then headed to the dollar tree.
We walked in the dollar tree with the kitten in the carrying box and walked down a random isle. “MEOW!” Went pumpkin and this smiling lady exclaimed “You can’t disguise that noise! Can I see the kitten?!” We showed her pumpkin and told her how we got her and how we had to rescue her no matter how broke we are because we don’t have jobs right now. She thanked us for saving the kitten and gave us $10 for kitty goodies. We hugged her and thanked her (while tearing up) and headed over to the pet isle. As we were shopping for Pumpkins nick nacks that we now could afford… The smiling lady came back up to us. She told us to hold our our hands. She handed us each $25. We immediately started crying and thanked her… but told her we really couldn’t accept it… She explained that she has the money to give to us and she wants to help us out it was really the least she could do she said. We hugged her and thanked her again and just like that she disappeared. We never even caught her name.
As we were leaving the dollar tree with all our goodies for Pumpkin and a few for ourselves we see a flyer on our car that read “What could God bring into your life?” We looked around and no other cars had any flyers. It was an emotional and heartfelt day to say the least. But I am so thankful for all the beautiful people I met today I really do feel like Pumpkin was a gift from God and a few angels helped us get him home safely.

The Animal Inside - werewolf!Calum pt. 14

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven/ Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen

Author’s Note: Well. I took me two weeks but here’s the final part to werewolf!Calum. And now I’m gonna take a break from fanfics to work on all the one shots I have in my ask so it could be a while until I finish the supernatural!5sos series. Side note: It kinda ends weird but I feel like it works… But let me know what you thought of the whole thing! Sorry I was shit at posting everything.

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The price of generalized anxiety and depression

I’m still pissy at the person who accused me of not knowing what it’s like to have a mental disorder.

This bill is from early 2012. I had stopped going to classes. I’d all but stopped eating. I’d stopped seeing friends. My physical and mental reserves had run so low that I couldn’t get out of bed one morning. I woke up and found that I couldn’t move my limbs.

I was terrified. I had been texting my at-the-time fiance how scared I was. I asked him to call 911 and he refused. My phone eventually died and I couldn’t sit up to plug it in.

After a few hours, my roommate (affectionately named Face), came back to the room because she had forgotten something. 

detail of importance: I had a loft bed, so she couldn’t see me or get me down.

I managed to squeak out a noise and she found me. She stayed. She also called my crush, Laura, to let her know what was happening. I have a history of anemia, so we assumed my lack of eating was the cause. Laura spent the last of her money getting me a burger from the cafeteria.

Face nursed me the burger as best she could from the ladder of my bed while Laura called 911.

When the paramedics arrived, they were very rude. They pulled me from the bed and carried me between them, the whole while accusing me of faking it. I told the man who rode with me in the back that I have a history of anemia. He kind of scoffed and told me my blood oxygen levels were fine. But my issue is iron storage, which effects the brain not the blood.

He continued to telling me that didn’t matter, that everything my doctor told me was lies, and to stop faking it.

We got to the hospital and I was diagnosed with exhaustion. So they hooked me up to some saline and gave me some pain killers for my throbbing headache and let me sleep. Eventually I could move. We went to Wawa for a hoagie while Ian and Laura argued over custody.

I ended up going with Ian because there would be more people around to take care of me in his house. He insisted on stopping at Walmart and changing my sparkplugs on our way home from the hospital. So I spent a few hours, fresh from the ER, in the Walmart parking lot with a migraine while he changed the plugs (a key factor in our breakup). That was where we realized I didn’t have my phone with me.

Someone at the hospital had stolen my iphone from my belongings while I lay incapacitated in the ER.

And then this bill.

I owe this bill for shitty rude EMTs who told me my anxiety wasn’t real and that I just needed to stop feeling it.


I don’t think I’ve ever shared these stories on here. I know I’ve shared them with close friends in my life (over and over again to the point they’re probably sick of them) but I feel like explaining some of the reasons Cory Monteith was and will always remain one of my favorite human beings.

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