Most cosplayers know that store bought wig heads are usually undersized. Like, really undersized. So after getting fairly frustrated while trying to style a ponytail wig or two on a too small foam head, I decided to add to mine so they match my head circumference. The end product assumes you have the ability to sew, but you can also finish with a tape-only version if you so wish.
(Sorry for my face)
My kit neechee who I rescued from a box by the side of the road walking home from school one day; she was very undersized and couldn’t eat proper food for a long while, but though she’s still a very small cat she’s very healthy and happy and no longer as feral!
Veteran Arms replica of a French Charleville Model 1763/66 flintlock musket.
Me with my friend who also did some shooting.
Grouping at 50 Yards. It shoots six inches high and six inches to the right. If I aim at the left corner I can keep a pretty consistent grouping near the bullseye. I was using 160 grains of Goex FF powder with a .66 caliber ball, no patch, firing with Goex FFFF powder in the pan.
Between the two of us we fired 25 rounds, both at paper and steel swivel targets. It hits consistently despite being a smoothbore without sights, firing an undersized ball without a patch. It only misfired once. Cleaning it afterward was a pain.
Description: his regime was riddled with brutality, his subjects shake as his name is mentioned. You, on the other hand, believed otherwise.
Warnings: femDom, blindfolds, light bondage.
Park Jimin was given the world when he was born.
His heart was strung together with silver and his soul sparkled like gold. He was embellished with jewels worth thousands, worth much more than the servants who catered his smallest needs. He was presented a scepter at the prime age of six, fitting in his undersized hands. His cinnamon irises coruscating as he waved the silver stick, twitching a smile as his subjects applauded.
I’m a MONSTER but right now nobody recognize it old farts who’re nothing but bluffs they tryna undersize it I’m a narcissist with perverted tendencies I poke myself often I kiss my own tightness Who the damn mufucka do really wanna fight it I just like the arts more than any kind of alcohol* bastard, this is the cocktail bar that RM has laid out you’ll drink them as I give them please subdue my flame, after just taking out my fire ah, oppa, I like it, please hit me a little more Show what that bitch about just try running your mouth Show me what you got yo what you bout Me gone headed to the top make yo bitch rock but you not I believe my team me and my friends, we makin’ dreams we’ll kill you half-dead with rap, come at us call me rice wrapped in Kim**
* = “the arts” in Korean is 예술 and alcohol is just 술, which is where the alcohol and cocktail bar references come from ** = this is a double whammy pun. firstly, obviously Namjoon’s last name is Kim, but “김” in Korean also means seaweed, so he’s playing off “seaweed-wrapped rice” and his own last name. however, 싸먹다 also has a secondary meaning of quickly and efficiently finishing off something or someone that you don’t find important or worth your time, so in this case, he’s the Kim who finished off the “rice” (his less talented and less impressive opponents).
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“Tomorrow will be better. I will do better. I will be better.”
I’m beginning to look at others, much thinner than I, and find that sadness consumes me more than jealousy. I’ve been there. I’ve known the hell one goes through to fit into an undersized body. Sometimes I miss that body, but I do not miss the emptiness I felt within it.
The jealousy does come, though. Usually late at night when I should be readying myself for bed. But instead, I find myself running back through the day, feeling poorly about food choices and the workout that didn’t happen. I decide, on these fairly occasional jealous-nights, that tomorrow will be better. “I will do better. I will be better.”
And then tomorrow comes.
The sun pours through my window. It welcomes me in the morning. “Yes, today WILL be better.” I begin contemplating whether or not to have breakfast. A fasted run or bike ride; a late breakfast so I can skip lunch.
I take a peek out the window, just to check the weather.
And I see the girl with sadness in her eyes, running to earn her food.
And I see the man, lacing up his shoes in order to do the same.
I am reminded of why that is not the way I want to live my life. Completely based on numbers: calories, pounds, tablespoons, mileage…yet almost entirely worthless.
I am reminded that I should count blessings, memories, and smiles rather than calories.
I am reminded that feeding myself well and moving my body with a healthy purpose is a privilege. And it is one that will get me much further in life than the obsession of how my body looks at all times. It is one that will allow me true happiness–not the sick happiness from the drop in number on the scale that fades two minutes later.
These reminders come day after day. And they are needed every time. Yet, I feel that one day they won’t be necessary for me to carry on. I will find peace in myself, and peace with others. I will look at others and see them as a person, not just a body for comparison.
So, today I woke up to the morning sun welcoming me. I decided today would be better. I will be better.
I take a moment to be mindful about how I am feeling. Physically and mentally. Are my intentions right or wrong.
Fighting the tears, I make breakfast. Fighting the urges, I relax until lunch.
What I feel is weakness, I know is strength.
What I feel is self-destruction, I know is self-care.
And I notice that the world didn’t crumble around me when I ate my lunch, too.
People didn’t hate me because I am a bit heavier than I was a year ago.
I don’t constantly search for my smile that was lost when I lost weight.
And that is enough to make me realize that today is better. I am better. Because today I’ve decided to seek a beautiful life instead of a misconstrued-beautiful body. I’ve decided to treat myself kindly so that tomorrow I can treat others kindly too.
My life is no longer empty. My days are filled with friends, food, flowers, and life.
I am no longer empty. I am filling my mind with happiness and hope. I am filling my heart with love and faith. I am filling my body with nourishment to live-not survive.
I find myself, still, jealous over these bodies that are not mine. Envious of their determination and ability.
But, more often, I find myself jealous of those that lived when I was dying. I’m jealous that they made memories while I spent my nights alone at the gym.
I am choosing to live my life. I am choosing to try and find happiness in things outside of my body weight, size, and shape. I want to live a full, beautiful life.
Tomorrow will be beautiful. I will live beautifully.
Catdads- Jack having to rescue Gabe from small children and their tiny hands.
They’re everywhere, and he can’t kill them. He thought this was going to be fun, he likes kids, but these tiny sugar-powered gremlins are swarming and they’re all going for his tail, and it’s frankly all he can do to force down the instinctive reaction to pop claws or clear a perimeter with a roundhouse kick.
“ICE CREAM POPS FOR EVERYBODY.” Jack’s battlefield voice rises over the din from the doorway, and the swarm swirls and goes screaming off in another direction. “Single file at the door! That’s right, nice and orderly. Head to the cafeteria!”
When the last of the undersized mob has vanished, Jack closes the door and turns to Gabriel with a shit-eating grin.
“Oh, fuck off,” Gabriel growls. “You would’ve been hanging from the ceiling howling while they all leapt like a pack of wolves for your precious tail. If I hear one snicker from you, next time I’ll let you take the kindergartners.”
Maltese dogs seem to have liver problems my dog died at 13 and my other dogs son was seven when he had to be euthanised
There are many different types of ‘liver problems’ a dog can get and I don’t have enough information to comment on your particular case.
While metabolite storage problems exist, and they often get fairly harmless benign nodular hyperplasia, and they can get liver changes secondary to Cushing’s disease, the liver disease they are most well known for is Porto-Systemic Shunt (PSS).
PSS occurs when an extra, abnormal blood vessel takes nutrient rich (and toxin rich) blood from the intestines and bypasses the liver, where it would usually go, delivering those products directly to the rest of circulation. In a normal animal everything they absorb from their food goes through the liver, which detoxifies and processes perfectly common compounds in food that would otherwise have funky affects on the brain/body into useful nutrition. Consequently these dogs are often small and runty with undersized livers. They can also have quite bizarre symptoms related to eating, including seizures, head pressing or temporary blindness. Without surgical treatment these dogs often die relatively young.
Interestingly, Maltese are a common breed to develop another issue related to an aberrant blood vessel: Patent Ductus Arteriosis (PDA). This is an abnormal blood vessel between the pulmonary artery and the aorta at the base of the heart. The ductus arteriosis is normal in the embryo, but should close shortly after birth. In dogs with PDA they persist, shunting blood back from one side to the other. This causes a loud, continuous heart murmur and eventually will clause circulatory failure. They are usually treatable with surgery or an intra-luminal plug, but this condition basically requires heart surgery to live.
In terms of heart disease, this breed often get Mitral Vale Disease, though almost exclusively in old age.
In their old age they often get collapsing trachea too.
They are also the classic breed for ‘Hairy White Shaker Syndrome’, which involves dogs that get tremors, but does not exclusively affect dogs that are white or hairy. It’s caused by inflammation of the brain, and often is treatable, though nobody is quite sure what causes it to start in the first place.
Their hairy coat often leaves them prone to ear infections, and it has surprised me to learn that there is a large number of people in the population that buy this breed and don’t realise that their long, white fur requires grooming to stay clean, white, and not matted. I’m serious. I’ve seen a few of these dogs who’s coats were so neglected they were nearly a welfare case, and one that did get seized by the RSPCA due the the matted nature of her coat.
And speaking of maintenance, they get dental disease too. Occasionally I find one with a respectable mouth, but more often than not these dog’s wont end their life with all their teeth.
And being a small dog, they are fairly predictable in getting Medial Luxating Patella, which often benefits from a surgical fix.
Now I don’t know the situations involving your dogs, Anonymous, but liver diseases don’t seem to be extra common in the Maltese in clinical practice. They do get more old dog diseases in general, but this is probably because they are generally making it to be old dogs!
General Disclaimer: These posts are about the breed from a veterinary viewpoint as seen in clinical practice,
i.e. the problems we are faced with. It’s not the be-all and end-all of
the breed and is not to make a judgement about whether the breed is
right for you. If you are asking for an opinion about these animals in a
veterinary setting, that is what you will get. It’s not going to be all
sunshine and cupcakes, and is not intended as a personal insult against
your favorite breed. This is general advice for what is common, often with a scientific consensus but sometimes based on personal experiences, and is not a guarantee of what your dog is going to encounter in their life.
Gajevy Week 2017: Chapter 3—Gajevy of the Shinsengumi
Summary: Gajeel has convinced Levy to join the Shinsengumi as an alternative to
trying to live homeless on the streets of Kyoto. But what can an undersized
girl of seventeen do in the middle of a bunch of burly warrior-types without
giving herself away? More importantly, will Gajeel tell her more about the
mysterious “People” who she is supposedly related to? And will she
ever get to learn more magic?
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Thank you to everyone who is reading this story, especially to those who
have taken the time to leave reviews and comments onFF, AO3 or tumblr. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
Special thanks to Shell1331 (tumblr @shell-senji) for constant
support and to boogey56 for her reviews and for the NEW
COVER ART for this story!
Chapter 3—Gajevy of the Shinsengumi Prompt: Day 2 & Day 3—Longing & Pillow Talk (Ch.3, Part II)
[I] - Staying Busy
There was surprisingly little time to talk, and Levy discovered that her
new mentor hadn’t been kidding about her servant days being good training for
her new life as a page for the Shinsengumi. As she was too junior (and
allegedly too new to Kyoto) to be allowed to deliver messages, her duties
included kitchen duty—prep work and cooking—cleaning, laundry, and lessons. She
also ran general errands within the compound and helped out on regular shopping
trips. It was a good thing that she was used to being up before dawn and had always
had unusual stamina for her size.
In fact, the Shinsengumi day started a little later than at the inn, but
Gajeel-san had decided that before dawn was her only decent chance to bathe and
train with her short-sword, although the ordering left something to be desired.
Strangely, the brutal hours didn’t seem to bother Gajeel-san, who was
presumably adding an extra hour on to his own busy days.
Stay AWAY from Pet Extreme in Livermore, CA. This is the state of their tanks EVERY DAY. Employees add new fish to tanks that have sick and dead fish in them. The tanks are NEVER cleaned. Fish are kept in cramped, disgusting tanks. This is unquestionably cruel and inhumane. There is no reason for these conditions. This is blatant, needless neglect. These tanks would only take a few minutes to clean/remove the DEAD ANIMALS rotting inside. There are actual skeletons, having been there so long that the flesh has fallen away.
Employees don’t know even the basics of aquarium care and claim bettas can live in bowls, >1 gallon tanks, etc. Bettas need 2.5 gallons+ and NO FISH SHOULD EVER BE KEPT IN A BOWL. They also claim that fish will only grow to the size of their aquariums. This is NOT TRUE as you can see with the Red Oscar in an undersized tank.
I will have to make a separate post on the condition of their birds. Their birds are visibly unwell and at least one person was sold a bird that had a massive, visible tumor and died shortly after purchase. The cages are also far overstocked. I purchased a cockatiel here several years ago, getting him the day the birds arrived in the store. There were 10+ young birds in a cage that I wouldn’t recommend keeping more than 2 in.
I have contacted the company about this and not only have they never responded, but conditions worsen every time I’ve checked. This is NOT a massive corporation with hundreds of stores; this company is small and only operates a handful of stores in the Bay Area. Clearly, whoever is in charge just simply doesn’t care.
Don’t support this business with your patronage. Don’t buy animals or pet supplies from them. Don’t give them the money to continue this practice. I know it’s tempting to “rescue” animals from here: don’t. It only gives them money and incentive to stock more animals and continue to abuse and neglect them.
Length, 11 inches: Most wands will be in the range of between nine and fourteen inches. While I have sold extremely short wands (eight inches and under) and very long wands (over fifteen inches), these are exceptionally rare. In the latter case, a physical peculiarity demanded the excessive wand length. However, abnormally short wands usually select those in whose character something is lacking, rather than because they are physically undersized (many small witches and wizards are chosen by longer wands).
Flexibility, Surprisingly Springy: Wand flexibility or rigidity denotes the degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair - although, again, this factor ought not to be considered separately from the wand wood, core and length, nor of the owner’s life experience and style of magic, all of which will combine to make the wand in question unique.
Core, Phoenix Feather: This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike. Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalize, and their allegiance is usually hard won.
Wood, Sycamore: The sycamore makes a questing wand, eager for new experience and losing brilliance if engaged in mundane activities. It is a quirk of these handsome wands that they may combust if allowed to become ‘bored,’ and many witches and wizards, settling down into middle age, are disconcerted to find their trusty wand bursting into flame in their hand as they ask it, one more time, to fetch their slippers. As may be deduced, the sycamore’s ideal owner is curious, vital and adventurous, and when paired with such an owner, it demonstrates a capacity to learn and adapt that earns it a rightful place among the world’s most highly-prized wand woods.
I see a lot of people suggest tank sizes for fish on here that are just too small. So I thought, rather than trying to correct people every time I see a minimum tank size I feel is undersized, that I might explain why exactly those sizes are too small.
When I determine tank size, I calculate a tank footprint based on the length of the fish. As a bare minimum, I would personally try to give a fish a tank that is at least 5 x their length by 2 x their length. (There are exceptions to this rule - usually cases where fish have reasons to need more space.)
Less conservative measures might do 3 x their length by 2 x their length.
So lets think about this in terms of more familiar animals.
Say you’re going to keep a cat in a cage all of its life (gross). Now take your cat and measure them from their head to the base of their tail. My cat really didn’t like being measured, but she was about 16.5″. So lets do some math.
By my preferred calculations, my cat would have an almost 3ft by almost 7ft space to live in. Nothing compared to what she could live in, but she has room to turn around and move a little. (Almost 300g when I add a fairly standard 2ft height.)
By the less conservative measure, she would have about 3ft x 4ft. (About 170g.) Doesn’t sound completely terrible, right? Thinking in abstract mental numbers, those measurements almost sound reasonably roomy. But lets picture that.
Here is my cat is the amount of space we have allotted for her to spend her entire life in. This is the only space she can eat, sleep, and defecate in. Pretty disgusting, right?
A lot of the tank size recommendations I see don’t even meet that less conservative measure. So proportionately, she would have even less space by their measurements.
This isn’t even taking into account the activity level or amount of waste production of the fish, which would add to the length and volume requirements respectively.
So please, when you are recommending tank sizes or thinking about what fish to put in your own tanks, try to consider this too. Imagine a proportionately sized space for animals we’re more familiar with and think about how they would feel in that space. You might reconsider your recommendations.
Time He is a time traveler, and he can eliminate the anomalies in time lines.
His magic is the materialization of paired small handguns, and everything connected with them (for example, some spell with bullets, etc.). With them he removes these time anomalies that are happening in the universes.
He is undersized (shorter than Undertale Sans) and his appearance absolutely fits his character and behaviors. He wears a hat and glasses on top of it. This is one of the most favorite Time’s things with which he never parted.There is also a long coat with the shallow pockets. Beneath the soft green sweater. As well carries a eye colored,yellow bandana. Usually he rolls his pants to his knees or even removes the trousers in shoes. And on his hands he wears gloves.
Time is very inconsiderate, overly talkative, sometimes he likes to prank those beings who he will meet and his character may be compared to the nature of the child. Also he not serious about his work on the elimination of anomalies, but usually handles this. However, if any serious threat appears from the outside, that would threaten the integrity of the time and his balance, then it will become much more serious and collect than acting normally. For him, the removal of anomalies - is a cyclical game that he does not get bored. Also he loves punning about time.
This character - Outcode. He does not have any alternative universe and most likely, it was not at all. It moves only during time but he has no specific place. Once Time removes the anomaly,time begins to run on the track. But all those characters, previously in contact with him, forget about time.Because of this he feels the loneliness some weight and therefore, He is trying not to make friends at work.
Several types of temporary anomalies:
- Violation in the web of time - for example, at some points strange anomalies occur at the moment of the type of stop.