poets & pets

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.

shadowhunters fluff/sitcom/everyone is happy universe episode 1: pet shop

jace wants to get a pet to therapeutically heal from the falcon story and the gang goes along for moral support

once confronted with all the pups and kits and adorable faces the gang is suddenly much more invested and investigate ‘for jace’

luke is kind of bummed at first bc he used to love animals but now that hes a werewolf animals are always scared of him. but he doesnt want to ruin everyone elses fun so he tries to stay out of trouble and drifts to the back where he finds a wall of reptiles. one thin green one seems to be looking right at him. ‘just like harry potter’ luke thinks, smiling to himself. it is just like harry potter, luke. he tentatively reaches into its cage and picks it up. it wriggles around in his hands contentedly and wraps itself around his wrist. its smooth cold skin is refreshing since luke usually runs pretty hot since the change. he turns around to show someone his new friend (hopefully simon since hes always been terrified of snakes) and sees magnus holding a 30 pound yellow python around his shoulders. ‘just like britney’ whispers luke. ‘JUST LIKE BRITNEY!’ cheers magnus.

izzy and alec, meanwhile, gravitate towards the kitties and puppies respectively. they playfully banter over the differences between cat and dog people, quickly becoming less casual and more competitive. they give each other a look. cut to 10 minutes later theyre giving their troops battle speeches before they send them down the racetracks and obstacle courses they made out of treat boxes, jimmy jabs style

clary and simon go with jace to look at the hamsters and mice and bunnies. jace, with at least 2 tiny soft little furballs in each hand and a tear in his eye: ‘theyre okay i guess.’ simon and clary politely ignore his sniffling, even when he uses a guinea pig’s fur to dry his tears. clary and simon are good friends. theyre all amusing themselves picking out animals that remind them of the rest of the gang when simon says ‘guys. uh.’ by some wacky twist of circumstance simon has managed to release every single rodent in the store. ‘we should tell someone’ simon says intelligently, eyes wide with worry. ‘NO WE SHOULDNT WE CAN HANDLE IT’ jace and clary whisper frantically, eyes wild with determination. as it turns out, they can not handle it. they can not handle it at all.

You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.
Creatures crawling up and down my walls
they slipped in through the vents
I didn’t smell them
or see them or hear them
until they climbed up the long
flimsy legs of my bed
they snaked under my blankets
and cuddled up beside me
close and secure and comforting
in a form I didn’t know I needed
fur covered the backs of some
warm and soft and easy to touch
others were rougher
but closer
all of them were lovely
like clouds or snow
or forest moss
something about them
told me they were gifts
the kind that stows away in your suitcase
the kind you never plan on
yet still fall in love with
the best kind
life spilled out of them all
into me
and each other
so much so
that none of us
ever needed to breathe
we had each other
and things were wonderful
—  A.O.A.M. || Monsters Under The Bed
life lessons from a bowl of ramen

happiness is an egg–
soft boiled.

broth is best after a long simmer.

to relieve stress:
punch people in the face
more often.

talking to a bowl of ramen
may be a sign of mental illness.
seek professional help.

both existence and nonexistence
are valued equally by the universe.

do not bother someone
eating a bowl of ramen.
they may punch you
in the face.

sadness is tofu.

Bearded Dragon

Her home is a pharaoh’s
tomb filled with sand.
Twin suns locked in
hanging cages shine
on glass walls.

Her throne is a hot rock,
simple, suitable for a sphinx
to pose upon, delivering
riddles for crickets
to ponder at their peril.

Her scales are golden
arrowheads bristling from her
tail like manticore’s stings.
Her beard is the mane
of a lion made of gold.

How noble I must be,
then, for her to curl
up on my chest
and fall asleep
in the folds of my shirt.

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

Modern AU stuff (wildlife rehabilitation, yay)

  • Courfeyrac was absolutely skeptical when Combeferre said he wanted to volunteer at the little wildlife clinic. After about an hour of explaining (yes, it’s a real thing; yes, I would be helping; no, I’m not gonna get rabies; yes, I’ll get to work with hawks- why does that matter?), he finally gave the okay.
  • Not that Combeferre needed his permission or was in any way not going to do it no matter what Courf said.
  • Combeferre works alongside the on-staff vet in a pseudo-internship position. He assists on surgery and is mostly in charge of things like wound management and medication routines when the main vet and director aren’t there
  • Courfeyrac gives in after a week and comes in to help out, too. The clinic is always looking for volunteers anyway, so why not?
  • Enjolras realizes that most of the animals at the clinic are there because of human error (hit by cars, attacked by dogs, accidentally kidnapped by children, etc) and eventually starts tagging along to help out as well
  • Mostly Courf and E just clean cages and prep food, though Courf wants very little to do with the predator feedings other than watching
  • Jehan comes by about once a week, mostly to watch the birds in the outdoor cages. Sometimes he brings his pet snake along because he worries about her and has to be gently reminded that Cleopatra is not a wild animal, so technically they aren’t supposed to do anything with her- as Combeferre brings her into the exam room anyway
  • Montparnasse brought in a bunny once, and they both looked like they were going to explode from stress. He had seen it get hit by a car and carried it the whole way there, and everyone was extremely surprised. Partly because MONTPARNASSE was being NICE and actually WORRYING and partly because the rabbit wasn’t dead yet- they usually freak out so bad they die if they get messed with too long, but this one is fine
  • Jehan won’t shut up about his bunny-savior boyfriend for like a month
  • And he brings it up every time someone tries to say how awful Parnasse is
  • Grantaire is painting a huge mural on one side of the building out of sheer boredom (and definitely not because Enjolras specifically asked HIM if he would) and it is GORGEOUS
  • A fundraiser for the clinic gets added to the list of things Les Amis arranges at least once a month
  • Montparnasse and Joly join the volunteer team eventually, too, and they’re weirdly good at dealing with high-stress animals. Joly can’t be around the songbirds for long, though- too many feathers and dander and loud screaming every two hours when there’s babies. He’s more of a last resort “we have done everything and this bird won’t eat” call-in, but, damn, he’s like magic.
One day, one rhyme- Day 839

There is a hole in Sam’s gumboot
Where it was chewed by something cute,
But oh what teeth this cute thing had,
Though in such soft fur it was clad
And such a sweet, disarming eye.
Such a thing wouldn’t hurt a fly!
Seems it would hurt a gumboot, though.
The puppy is the footwears foe.