still get service

It baffles me that so many people who feed their dogs nothing but biscuits look at me like I’ve just dribbled down my chin when I say I feed my dog raw food. Dogs are literally designed to eat raw food not dry biscuits made from a brand that cages animals to test food on them anyway

Do you really need a service dog?

This is a post predominantly for the people with invisible illnesses, but I suppose can extend to anyone with unsupportive people in their lives. You encounter a great deal of opposition to your service dog when people can’t see disability from both strangers and people close to you.

Making the decision to get a service dog takes so much time and consideration. We all know the questions we ask ourselves:

  • Can I handle the attention is public?
  • Is it worth packing him up and taking him everywhere?
  • Am I willing to make the sacrifices it takes to have a service dog and adopt a new normal?
  • Will it be a net positive for me
  • What will my friends and family say?

…….

That last question is a kicker.

When I chose to apply for Earl, my genteel Southern family exploded. The best way I can recount their reactions to hearing the news is through another of my beloved bulleted lists:

  • “Okay…. Well…… What do you want me to say?”
  • “So you’re just giving up on getting better?”
  • “Don’t you want to be normal?”
  • “You’re being selfish. There are people in worse shape than you who need service dogs.”
  • “You’re just exaggerating your seizures so you can take a dog everywhere.”
  • “Just keep trying to get better and get a normal dog.”
  • “Are you still talking about getting a service dog? I thought we talked you out of that months ago.”

The list goes on. They even called the agency after I put in the application with two references and a doctor’s note confirming my disability to tell them I didn’t need a service dog. Just a side note- I’m 24. They’ve grown to love Earl, but still pet him when he’s vested and make comments like, “Oh, you brought your dog again.”

Even my supportive friends didn’t act the same for a while. Until they adjusted, it was a little lonely. Conversation was strained and brief. I became reclusive. Then I got creative. I started using social media and texting for interaction for a while with the people I was closest to. Then would meet them for a meal or coffee because Earl sleeps quietly under the table at restaurants. People forget he’s there. It felt like old times and it helped them realized I am the same person I was before Earl came along. 

*That was long. Sorry about that. Here’s the advice part (another bulleted list): 

  • Your service dog is for YOU. Be okay with and unapologetic about that.
  • Try to help the people you love understand and be prepared for them not to.
  • When trying to reconnect with people who may feel uneasy about your new “buddy,” Try to hang out with them and at all costs try to avoid talking about your illness for a while. They care, but it’s a good reminder that you’re the same person you were before. They probably miss you as much as you miss them.
  • Try to be comfortable in your own skin. Remind yourself that you’re not defined by your illness. You just need a little extra help. You’ll exude that confidence and people will be more at ease around you and your service dog.

anonymous asked:

So Bethesda released their Creation Club service and so far it has gotten a lot of backlash. A lot of people are getting angry at Bethesda's response of calling the content 'mini DLCs' instead of paid mods, selling old armor that already exists for free despite the fact that the service stated that it would offer original content, and the fact that Bethesda is keeping all the profits. So what are your overall thoughts on this; do you think what Bethesda is doing right or wrong?

Bethesda’s Creation Club is a new thing and there are (and will continue to be) the sort of growing pains one can expect of any new service. I don’t think that the growing pains are enough to kill the idea over, it’s just stuff that will need to be worked out. Overall, my feelings on [paid mods] hasn’t changed - I’m generally in favor of them, because I support the idea of developers choosing how they want to distribute their content, and I support the idea of consumers choosing how they want to spend their money. I think that 

Here are some of the more common complaints I’ve seen about the Creation Club:

Complaint: The content currently offered isn’t worth purchase price

This is probably true. There are a lot of items currently available in the Creation Club that aren’t significantly better than the free options out there, which does not instill the players with the idea that there is much value in it (yet). This is not to say that the free mods are the exact same as the paid options - they are not, and this is provable. There are, however, many similar choices and this “is practically the same as” in many detractors’ minds. But this is arguing over small details - this isn’t a strike against the idea of the Creation Club, but its current implementation. It will naturally sort itself out - maybe $4.99 is too high for the current crop of offerings, but maybe $2.99 or even $0.99 could be the sweet spot instead. DLC in general started highly priced but is now both ubiquitous and popular.

Complaint: Creation Club creators don’t get royalties

Nobody gets royalties, not even us devs. The Creation Club creators get paid up front for their work - it’s freelancing. They pitch an idea to Bethesda, Bethesda’s team green lights it and agrees upon a price for it, the creator does the work and gets paid the agreed-upon price. If the offered price isn’t good enough, the creator can always walk away. If the content doesn’t sell, the creator still gets paid for services rendered. If Bethesda has enough difficulty recruiting content creators for the Creation Club, they’ll either kill the project or they’ll raise their offers. But saying that the Creation Club is a bad idea because it doesn’t offer residuals is nitpicky at best.

Complaint: The Creation Club will draw modders away from giving their stuff away for free

I’m pretty sure that this decision ought to be up to the modders themselves. Saying that content creators must make their stuff for free sounds awfully entitled to me.

But they can just get patreons or something!

Nothing is stopping them from doing this too. Adding a new option for them is not removing old ones. It just changes their attractiveness to modders.

Complaint: Bethesda keeps all of the money

If you ignore the sums that the creators agreed to be paid for their work, yes. Bethesda is keeping all of the money, because they are footing all of the cost as well. They pay for the development of the content. They pay for testing, validation, curation, certification, and distribution. They paid for the platform and the development tools. They pay to handle all of the financial transactions. These are all non-trivial costs. I do not believe it is wrong to earn a profit by providing a service that provides value.

Complaint: They just want microtransactions in their games!

They already have microtransactions in their games. They already sell DLC. This is a way for fan creators to get paid for their passions too.

Complaint: The technical restrictions on Creation Club mods are too limited to make good content

That’s a matter of negotiation and dependent on engineering support. It’s in Bethesda’s best interests to provide a platform that can provide the customer with products they will like. Maybe the restrictions won’t allow the creation of an enormous sprawling expansion pack, but that doesn’t mean it will remain this way forever. Bethesda will certainly be interested in improving the Creation Club as time passes. They are certainly committing development resources to it for the forseeable future.

Unspoken Complaint: I really like mod content, but I don’t feel comfortable letting others set the price I pay (which is usually zero)

This is the general underlying feeling I’ve seen from people who are so angry about paid mods. It’s the same general feeling that people had when DLC was initially offered - I want this, but I don’t want to pay for it. Mods used to be free (or voluntary donations that the vast majority of mod-users ignore), but saying that some mods will no longer be available without paying for them feels like Bethesda taking something away, and it really sucks when it feels like they are taking stuff away that was previously available. Our brains literally make us feel as if we are under attack in these kind of situations, which can trigger a fight-or-flight response. The closer the person is to the material, the more powerful the response is. Hence the long-term (hard core) community reaction to the Creation Club. The modders themselves don’t seem particularly offended by the Creation Club, but I suspect this is because they don’t feel like they are losing anything. They’re gaining a new option in all of this, which I feel is a good thing.

I’m not saying that the Creation Club is perfect out of the box - very few things are. Players hated DLC when it first came out too, and Bethesda specifically took a lot of flak for their “horse armor” DLC. But I do believe a service that lets modders create content and be paid for it has a lot of potential, and we’re only just seeing the tip of the iceberg. There will be things that need fixing and improving, but that’s fine - everything does. It won’t be right in its current iteration, but that doesn’t mean that it needs to be thrown out completely. PC players hated Steam when it first came out too - why would anyone want a service that requires you to be online in order to play your game? However, Steam became a better value proposition over time. I firmly believe that the idea of the Creation Club as a mod marketplace has value. If creators can earn a decent living by making mod content, it would attract more developers and increase the overall quality of the offerings to players. But that would require people to look long term at what could happen, rather than immediately condemn it out of hand before they get a chance to iterate and improve on the design or implementation.


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swan-archive  asked:

fic prompt: broom conservatory au, Alex goes on a shopping run

Alex sits in her lap the entire drive to the store. Eliza shouldn’t let him do that — even if he can’t wear a seatbelt, him nuzzling at her stomach is distracting — but he looked so pathetic when John left for the airport, and she can’t deny him his small comforts. She places him in the child’s seat of the cart, and he curls up, resting his chin on the handle.

A clerk stops her in the cereal aisle. “I’m sorry? Miss? We don’t allow pets in the store.”

Alex bristles. “He’s not a pet,” Eliza says.

The clerk gives her a skeptical look.

“He’s a…” faerie, pianist, boyfriend “… service animal.”

“Is it even legal to own a fox in this state?” The clerk shakes his head. “Whatever. Next time put a service vest on him. And maybe a leash.” 

Alex hisses as the guy walks away.

Eliza strokes his fur. “He might have a point. We could at least get you a collar, so people don’t think you’re a wild animal.”

A baleful glare. She can hear him saying, I am a wild creature.

“Well, yes. But would you rather explain the truth?” She tosses a box of Pop-Tarts into the cart. “Besides, I think you’d look nice in a black leather collar.”

He geckles. Behind her, a woman coughs and whispers “excuse me,” reaching for the breakfast bars. Eliza blushes and hurries to the next aisle to get rice. She’s thinking curry for dinner: quick, simple, and familiar. A nice first-time dinner in their new home. Which — oh, maybe she’ll add shrimp? She turns the cart toward the seafood section.

Alex sits up in the cart as they get closer, ears perked and whiskers twitching. He stares at the case of fresh fish and licks his lips.

“Alexander,” Eliza says, warning-tone.

“Can I help you?” the clerk behind the counter asks. She gives Alex a dubious look.

Eliza flashes her sweetest smile. She’s becoming like Alexander, she thinks, using charm to deflect human curiosity. “How much for a pound of shrimp?”

The woman rattles off a price. Eliza hums, considering. She could get more chicken for the same price, but then it’s just her and Alex this weekend. John is in Seattle doing a concert, even though he should be here with them, celebrating their move-in and eating curry and helping her line the windowsills with salt. Then again, she could freeze the extras and have lunch for the next week…

Distracted, she almost misses Alex leaping out of the cart.

Eliza grabs him by the scruff. He wails, a hideous noise that the whole store must be able to hear, and thrashes in her grip. She wrestles him back into the cart, keeping a hand on his neck. He wriggles and screeches, teeth snapping at air.

“Are pets allowed in the store?” the clerk yells over him.

“Service animal!” She’s already pushing the cart away with her elbows.

Forget shrimp, she’ll use tofu.

Alex doesn’t shut up until they reach the dairy aisle, where Eliza opens the package of Pop-Tarts one-handed and gives him a pastry. Then he hunkers down to gnaw on it, making churlish growls around mouthfuls of frosted strawberry. She grabs the tofu and soy milk and goes straight to checkout. She’ll come back alone, later, for the other things she wanted.

The kid working checkout coos at Alex. “He’s cute! And he likes sweets?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s got a real sweet tooth.” Eliza swipes her card.

“Cash back?” They lean over the counter. “And can I pet him?”

“Sure.” Alex is preening, so she figures he won’t nip. The kid climbs up onto the conveyor belt and reaches down to stroke Alex’s back. He purrs, arching into the touch. “No cash back,” Eliza adds.

She wrestles the groceries into the car, and Alex scrambles into the passenger seat, curling up into a tight ball. He sulks on the ride home.

“You really miss John, don’t you?”

Muffled grunt.

“But I’m still here.”

He buries his face in his tail.

She rolls her eyes. “Fine, be like that.”

He’s no help with the groceries in this form — she could swear he turns into a fox to get out of chores, sometimes — so she hauls the bags up the stairs to their apartment, him trotting ahead of her. He disappears under the couch once they’re inside, and she busies herself organizing the fridge and prepping ingredients for curry. Chopping vegetables takes the edge off her irritation; she hums along to her favorite playlist.

Something soft brushes against her bare leg. She looks down to see Alex rubbing his face on her calves. He turns those big dark eyes on her and gives an apologetic geckle. You’re here, I’m here, please?

Sometimes Eliza wonders whether she really understands him, or if she’s making concessions.

She gives him a piece of tofu.

anonymous asked:

why do people think armin would have abs?

Well, ignoring the fact that it’s a fan service otome game and thus, chances run high it’ll go in that direction, there’s a few things that outright lead to that: 

His illustration from Halloween 2012:

His illustration from Halloween 2013: 

In the group illustration from Halloween 2015;

While technically you could shrug off any of these since they are things that didn’t actually happen/you could chock up to Candy’s imagination and day dreams, then there’s Candy’s dialogue in 33 after Nathaniel removes his shirt:

Sure, I technically don’t know how she’d know that yet (I don’t know?? Is it obvious when a guy hugs you or pulls you close if they have abs or not? I haven’t met many muscular people in person)–Kentin it’d make sense to assume and you could’ve seen the others at the beach, but you never actually really see Armin ingame in that sense. 

Sure, his new shirt and pants are tight for some reason (which still makes no sense to me) so I guess he does look a little muscular in some of the illustrations but?? 

Regardless, that dialogue is the same with just the name replacing which boy if you’re on any route besides Nathaniel’s so yeah… 

That said, the specific French is “ Mais je sais qu'Armin se défend très bien de ce côté là, haha.”

It’s translated fine and the way they were going for, but the French version can also be interpreted slightly different which can also make it sound like you prefer Armin’s body type and doesn’t outright go in the “oh he has that kind of body too” lane. 

But yeah, that’s why most people just assume he would. At the same time, a good amount of people call it out for making no sense so I want to say it’s pretty divided. 

Friendly reminder that Emperor Ublaz (a.k.a. Mad Eyes) painted his claws, wore color-coordinated outfits that varied by the day, and curled and perfumed his whiskers.

so I have not written in ages, I mean aaaages…which is why I wanted to start this blog so I could start writing again. this is something I’m working on now, just threw this together today. it is by no means finished, and will definitely contain mature themes later on in the story *wink wink* 😉 but basically, I will be writing smutty one shots for each zodiac sign because that sounds fun. the p.o.v will be 3rd person because I find writing in 2nd person a bit awkward? (everything to do with me, if you write in 2nd person that’s awesome, I wish I could do that). anyway, here’s just a tiny preview of aries

They’ve been at the club for an hour and Harry still doesn’t have a drink in his hand. Usually by now he would have just given up, enjoyed the concert sober. But his date got lost in the crowd as she tried to make her way up to the bar and now Harry is waiting where she left him so they don’t end up playing a game of hide-and-seek. His mates have already had two cigarette breaks, the first act has already left the stage, and Harry has been standing in the same spot he’s been in for the past forty minutes, still trying to get cell service.

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Day off for the first time in 16 days

And I’m still getting texts from consulting services who won’t text my co-resident out of fear.

So I’ve turned to screencapping their words and posting them in our team group chat so everyone can see their recs and my attending can realize what I endure.

No work is going to come between my iced coffee and egg sandwich. 

Have a screencap of Yami actually looking like a teenager, also there’s a bitchin dragon!