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cosmic-smoged  asked:

Do you have a like a link to a master post or doc of all the transcribed episodes?

When visiting the TAZscripts blog, you can click “Scripts” to see the list of all transcribed episodes. We also have a Master Tracking Document for use by our volunteers to keep track of progress on transcripts.

Right now, everything is complete except The The Adventure Zone Zone episodes and the Hogsbottom Three episodes. I’ll be creating documents for the Hogsbottom Three episodes and opening them up for transcribing soon. 

All Adventure Zone episodes for the main plotline have been transcribed, thanks to our helpful volunteers.

~ Cesare

I am a volunteer patient escort at planned parenthood

This is something I just shared on FB about my experiences as a patient escort. Just thought I’d put it on here too.

Alright y'all. Prepare for a long post, but one you should read.

Some of you know, but some of you don’t, that I volunteer at Planned Parenthood about twice a month. My official title is Volunteer Clinic Escort. My role is to safely get patients and family into the clinic safely, with privacy, and with a friendly face. Not all Planned Parenthoods (PP) have these, but the clinic where I volunteer does because we have loud, abrasive, volatile, threatening, verbally abusive and dishonest anti-choice protesters who harass people in the clinic. I would like to tell you about my experiences with them and with patients who talk to me as I stand outside with my umbrella and vest.

(I would like to note that this is not the place to tell me that abortion is wrong, that I should not support PP, that I need to stop what I’m doing. I’ve heard every argument before. In fact, I’ve had every arguement screamed in my face. You’re welcome to your opinion, but I will not be acknowledging it on here, and I ask that others ignore dissenters too. This post isn’t about me and why you think I’m wrong. It’s about what I see every time I volunteer.)

When I am volunteering, I am outside and often have patients and family members talk with me. I’m obviously not there to counsel or to offer advice medically one way or another, but I am a friendly ear and people just need to talk sometimes. Also, when volunteering, patients entering the clinic are verbally harassed by the anti choice protesters almost immediately and, while we don’t encourage it, they often yell back. The protesters don’t listen.

On my very first day, I had a person head into the clinic. As I smiled to her and went to get the door, an anti-choice protester (ACP) yelled “Mama! Don’t kill your baby!” The patient immediately responded tearfully “my baby is dead. My baby is falling out of me right now. I didn’t do anything.” The ACP, without missing a beat, screamed back through her child-sized megaphone “No he isn’t! Your doctor lied to you! These murderers just want your money!” I ushered in the patient as gently as I could while my co-volunteer told her kindly that those people didn’t matter and that in a week they wouldn’t even remember what they heard here.

In the year and a half I’ve been doing this, we have had a ACP sneak into the clinic and threaten to burn the place down. The police did nothing. We had two other ACPs try and enter the clinic to tell patients they would adopt their babies. We told them to get off the property and when they didn’t, we called the police. Eventually the ACP returned to the narrow strip of lawn they stand on at the edge of the parking lot, and luckily so, because the police never showed again.

My clinic, luckily, has never faced extreme violence while I was there. But other PP and health care clinics are not so lucky. They are burned down, have bombs planted, have clinic escorts and workers physically harmed.

They are shot at and three people die.

I have had patients tell me that they will be killed by their partner if they have an abortion. I have been told that their partner will kill them if they DON’T have one. I’ve been told how people with physical disabilities cannot carry a child without side effects so severe they may not survive. I’ve had patients explain that their mental health is at risk if they go through with the pregnancy. I’ve had patients come in with a wanted pregnancy that ended in miscarriage and they needed PPs help to safely remove the tissue. I’ve seen people come in who admit to being addicted to drugs and know they cannot go through this pregnancy.

Planned Parenthood helped all these people, not just with medical care, but with helping abused patients find help to escape violent partners. Helping those who want to conceive find fertility doctors. Helping drug addicts find resources to become healthy.

All the while, the ACP stand outside, screaming and hollering, telling women that they are murderers and whores and that they will burn for murdering their babies. But it’s ok, they do it out of love. They scream at these people and tell them awful things and then beg to have the patient come talk with them.

They don’t see the hypocrisy.

It is a rule to not engage with the ACP at all. In the year and a half I’ve been doing this, I’ve said maybe a total of 50 words to the group, all of which are some form of “you are on our property, step back right now.” I may not engage them, but we can make eye contact and make them believe we are listening. We do this so the ACP begins shouting at me, and not a patient getting air outside. I would much rather be shouted at than have them scream at a patient.

When I am being yelled at, I have been called: a murderer, a nazi, a slavery supporter, a bad mother, a bad wife (they do not know if I am married or if I have children), a witch, a lesbian, a liberal, a member of satan’s army, a Muslim lover, a bitch, a slut, and evil. Some of these things are true and some are perfectly fine things to be, but to the ACP they are all bad.

Sometimes we have patient partners come talk to the protesters. They try and explain to the ACP why they are there with their partner. I’ve heard them tell the ACP every single reason, and every single time, the protesters still tell them they are wrong and a bad father and a supporter of Satan. Every. Time. And they call this love.

Since Trump took office, one of his first orders signed was a Global Gag Rule. People thought that this rule meant that no US money would go to pay for abortions overseas, but in fact, US funds have never paid for abortions and haven’t since 1973. Even in the US, because of the Hyde Amendment, no federal funding goes to pay for abortions.

What this gag rule now does, however, is prevent money from going to clinics that even mention abortion as a method of family planning. They don’t have to perform them. If they are mentioned at all in pamphlets or classes, they lose foreign aid money. This means that now they can’t provide birth control, wellness checks, prenatal care, or classes.

This will cause unwanted pregnancies. This will cause people to seek out abortions, often in unsafe condition.

This will cause people to die.

Roughly 1/3 people with a uterus will have an abortion in their life. I haven’t spoken to everyone who has had one, but I’ve spoken to more than most. No one gets an abortion out of malice. No one gets an abortion just to end the life of a fetus, just for kicks. No. One.

Planned Parenthood provides important health services, including abortion. They do this despite the risk of physical bodily harm, every day. People like myself stand outside PP to protect patients because it is important.

We. Will. Not. Stand. Down.

I will continue to volunteer, even though since Trump was elected, the ACP have gotten more and more aggressive in their tactics, since they believe Trump supports their actions. I will continue to walk these patients inside, to get help, because it is important and right. I will continue to fight Trump the slew of anti choice people supporting him. I will continue to support choice even though I know I will lose friends and will face hatred from people I know.

Planned Parenthood is important, and we will not stand down.

nothing to lose, pt 2

[PART ONE HERE; collab with @pipedream]

summary: andrew minyard and nathaniel wesninski meet on the titanic in 1912. neil’s a rich runaway who’s finally being made to atone for his crimes against the family, and he feels like there’s nothing left to live for- until andrew promises to show him that there’s more to life than just survival.

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trigger warnings: major character death, homophobia, suicide, guns, knives, violence, murder, death

  • there are voices approaching the cabin, so with a quiet question, neil takes andrew’s hand and leads him to the elevators, running to evade the valet
  • he chases them, no doubt on orders by riko, through the halls and down elevators
  • neil feels lighter in a way he’s recognizing only proximity to andrew makes him feel
  • he tightens his grip on andrew’s hand as they make their way through the ship’s incinerators and when andrew glances back he looks years younger than usual
  • somehow, they make their way to the cargo, and neil is done with running. all of his life, he’s been running, and even though it’s different with andrew by his side, it’s time to stop, just for a while
  • he sees andrew’s eyes catch on a car, one more expensive than andrew would probably ever be able to afford, so neil slides into the back of it with as much pomp and circumstance as he can muster. it’s the closest thing he can do to granting andrew permission to get into the car
  • andrew looks around, as if checking they haven’t been followed, then seems to concede that the back of a car isn’t a bad place to hide for a short while, and he climbs in next to neil
  • the silence isn’t tense, but it’s heavy, and neil doesn’t want to waste a second with andrew if they’re numbered
  • “tell me about your family,” he says, because they’re the only thing he really knows about andrew, and he doesn’t know enough
  • andrew doesn’t seem offended by the question, but he gives neil a considering look nonetheless. “what will you give me for it?”
  • “are we doing a truth for a truth again?” neil says, the hint of a smile on his lips. “anything you ask.”

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This is Sister Norma Pimentel, the Executive Director for Catholic Charities in the Rio Grande Valley. She’s standing in the Parish Hall of the Sacred Heart Church in McAllen, which she converted to a makeshift supply center for migrant families in 2014. At that time the surge of unaccompanied minors from Central America had overloaded Border Patrol facilities, and they were releasing families where the parents were present in order to make room for the unaccompanied kids. 

Sister Norma opened this center so those families would have somewhere to come for clothing, food, water, and showers, before continuing their journey. 

“We welcome them the moment they walk through those doors of Sacred Heart Parish Hall. We have our volunteers clap and say ‘welcome, bienvenidos.’ And just that moment starts a transformation of the family where they feel for the very first time they matter, that their lives are important to others…And they feel overwhelmed with gratefulness because of the fact that for the very first time in their journeys, of what they’ve been through, they finally arrive to a place that’s caring and compassionate. And the volunteers are wonderful in making sure they get everything they need so that they can truly restore their dignity after the great journey and hardships that they went through.”

– Ravenna 

(Photo: Samantha Balaban/NPR)

anonymous asked:

You could be doing more for equality than running a shitpost blog.

1. we don’t just do this shitpost blog. you realise that, right? we have lives and shit. i volunteer, i protest, i educate people on social issues, i worked on a webseries that normalizes LGBT people and LGBT relationships.

2. this is a shitpost blog with nearly 100,000 followers that routinely reblogs posts calling for donations to charities, and posts for signal boosts on huge issues, and loads of other shit like this. as far as shitpost blogs go, that’s pretty fucking good i’d say.

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We are nearly caught up!

Hello! Co-mod @codenamecesare here. Volunteers, you have made incredible progress on this project. We actually have completion of all past episodes in sight!

If you’d like to contribute to TAZ transcripts– again, or for the first time– we can use help the most on our earliest missing transcripts, three episodes of the Crystal Kingdom arc and one from The Eleventh Hour. (Links go to the transcript documents.)

30 - The Crystal Kingdom - Chapter Two

32 - The Crystal Kingdom - Chapter Four

33 - The Crystal Kingdom - Chapter Five

45 - The Eleventh Hour - Chapter Five

For TAZ fans who rely on transcripts, these missing pieces keep them from progressing to all the other transcripts our hard-working volunteers have provided. So while we also have documents for the live shows and The The Adventure Zone Zone episodes to work on (you can find info about those in the tracking document), I want to encourage people to make these four transcripts a priority.

Thank you to our volunteers for all your contributions. We regularly receive notes from TAZ fans with hearing impairment or audio processing issues who are able to enjoy the show because of you!

~ codenamecesare

Essays in Existentialism: Monarchy

I know you did a royal one but how about a different spin where one isn’t suposed to get the crown maybe second or third and then they get it or will get it? And they have to grow up quick to take over?

Pulled back from the front, the shore was a paradise, compared to inland where the stalemate waged, waiting for the big push. The sun took its time dripping through the July sky. Frozen in the thick, heavy evening, it glowed and made the world red and blue and purple and golden, while the water licked at the burnt shore and tried to soothe a bit of the earth for the soldiers.

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@fancyskink: Hey I love your blog! I volunteer at a wolf preserve and we have a lot of wolfdogs too. I think it’s a lot easier for people to tell apart wolves and wolfdogs when they’re right next to each other, so I like to show people these two images. I just thought you might be interested! The first pic is Meeko, who is only 25% wolf! Second pic is Sage, a lovely full-blooded gray wolf. Hope you don’t mind, I just thought you might appreciate the side-by-side look!

Thank you for sharing! And I never mind getting photos like this, I love these side by side shots, and these are both gorgeous animals! I recently found a wolfdog rescue/sanctuary somewhat near me so I’m hoping I can start volunteering and helping out there and get some photos of their animals too, as long as that’s alright with them.

Hunk and Lance Appreciation Meta: On the Importance of Support

(I’m crying because I lost the first version of this post, but here we go again)

I have never written something as long as this before, but I had rambled on some time ago about my precious boys Hunk and Lance and their importance on/to the team, especially the role they play in the team dynamic in relation to their bayards and their being Voltron’s legs. I might miss a lot of things as I admittedly didn’t have the time to focus hard on all the eps and comics, so if I gloss over anything, please feel free to point it out. (Also, fair warning as this is long, and may be image heavy. Also, I don’t pride myself on cohesive thinking, but I try my best.)

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My Clexa Con Experience

I have taken a few days between the Con ending and now, I figured it would give me time to process what exactly happened that magical weekend… Turns out, it only made the job harder.

To articulate what happened, what I and many who attended the Con experienced- is near to impossible to do without sounding cheesy or ideological. But it was. That’s exactly what it was.

We created a space where everyone was accepted. We created a space where people of all ages, races, sexual orientation, gender identity, and belief system felt loved and accepted. Above all, we created a safe space where people could be vulnerable without fear of judgement. For those three days we had created a sort of Utopua for ourseves; no one fought, everyone was respectful, there was constructive conversations about race, representation, and how we could make our world a better place.

I arrived to Bally’s not expecting much, maybe 200-300 people- what I was met with was a convention center filled and a line that went on way past my wildest imagination. I picked up my camera, slapped on my “staff” badge, and I got to work.

Walking around the convention center I was met with so many beautiful faces. I tried to strike up a conversation with everyone I met before I take the picture- you can look in the eyes of anyone I had taken a picture with over that weekend. It’s my firm belief the difference between a good shot and a great shot is the relationship you build between a subject and yourself, you can see it in their eyes exactly what they’re thinking… If they like you or not, if they’re comfortable or not, if they want to be there or not.

I hope when my photos come out you can see what I saw through that lens… A group of amazing, passionate, beautiful women from all walks of life and all places.

Now getting to what I assume all of you have read this far for: Yes, Katherine, Dominique, Natasha, Elise, Elizabeth, Rachel, Zoie, Sarah, Amy, Jasika, and everyone are some of the nicest, most sincere people I’ve ever met. But I want to talk about a particular couple right now… WayHaught, or Kat and Dom. Listen to me when I tell you- I have never met two nicer, down to earth, smart, beautiful and incredible women. When Dominique talks to you, you feel like you two are the only ones in the room, she engages you in a way that’s almost hypnotozing, she makes physical contact to make sure you know she’s genuinely listening to what you’re saying… And Kat, where do I even begin. If you’ve ever watched an interview or a video of Kat talking, you can hear the kindness in her voice. When you talk to her you feel an almost safety blanket put around you, that she’s there for you no matter what.

The Shoot, WayHaught, and Hollstein panel was absolutely insane- and you could tell thqt the actresses thought it was just as bonkers as we did. I also want to take a moment to recognize all of the amazing panelists/interviewers- you guys made a hard job look easy. And Dana, having Elise and Natasha read from Clexa/Xena and Gabrielle/Carol scripts was one of the greatest things ever done on a panel EVER. It was unbelievable. Everyone I met over that weekend kept repeating the same question over and over… “Is this really happening?”

Yes. It happened.

I also met many people in the industry that I’ve long admired, notably Emily Andras (If you know me well, you know I was on board with Wynonna Earp since day one). I also took her writing class, the central theme of it being a WayHaught wedding- (she knows us too well 👀) and I learned so much valuable writing/industry rules to follow and goals to keep working on that I will never forget… Least of all my favorite piece of advice, “You know you’ve made it the first time you say ‘no’ in the writers room.”

Oh… And did I mention Sara Ramirez showed up? So, let me tell you a little story- on Saturday I worked about 10 hours, just photographing everyone and everything. I realized I had to finish a 5 page paper due for my English class that I had to get in before midnight, so at 10 p.m. I get to my hotel, write my essay and send it in… I then get peer Pressured into going into the “Sinful” party (Thanks Evan and Sam 😜) and didn’t get back to my hotel until around 3:30 am… So I slept in and unfortunately missed the Queer POC representation panel (the one I was really looking forward to) but by pure luck they were doing a part 2 later on! So… I get to the panel, and I use the term panel loosely as it was more of a very large group discussion about everything from race to safe spaces and who shows up? Sara Ramirez in all of her beautiful Bisexual glory. After that, she sort of became a panelist as well- talking about mental health (which hey ClexaCon 2018 how about a mental health panel!) And the difficulties growing up Bisexual and biracial. After the panel the entire room had a group hug.

Believe me when I tell you, Sara is one of the most charming people I met that weekend- and I learned more than I could ever thank her and the panel for. Being a queer white woman I know of many things, I know about mental health issues because I’ve suffered them, I know what it’s like to be in a wheelchair for an extended period of time and the difficulties that entails (and I also know how hard it is to re-learn how to walk), I know about being gay, and I know about having white privelage.

What I don’t know is race, what it means to be biracial, trans, Bisexual, asexual, gender non conforming, and many many other things. And I will never pretend that I do. Because I can’t possibly know what I haven’t experienced. That’s why as a screenwriter and someone who tells stories it was imperative for me to ask the amazing and diverse people in that room what I can do to help tell their stories and if it was okay to ask for them to help me do so, what they wanted to see in strong female characters that represents who they are. They were so gracious and kind, they gave so many wonderful suggestions and guidelines to work on that I will always keep in mind. I didn’t say much during the panel but that was the entire point of being a white woman in a room about Queer POC representation… It was my job to shut up and listen to them. And I’m so glad I did.

To Alexia, Sam, Lisa, Evan, literally ALL of the amazing organizers and volunteers- we have made something that will last for years to come. I hope to see you all next year for ClexaCon 2018, because there’s no way we’re letting this little piece of Utopia go.

-Rachel Kom Fotokru

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work proximity associates — gallya scenes less gifed

No slaps, sass, or unfinished kisses in this scene — and yet it’s still so shippy. First we have Illya playing Mr. Intimidating to make sure Gaby’s brilliant plan gets followed through to the letter (you know he didn’t even say anything to volunteer; he just followed her out). Then we have Dr. Lackey trying to worm his way out of things, but, oh, no, Illya’s there to be all, ‘Do as my woman commands.’ And when it’s finished Gaby looks up (and up and up, heh) at Illya, like, ‘Hope this works.’ They come back into the main action so in synch, guys. Like look at their facial expressions (especially Illyas little glance) and their body language (as they stand very close) — they totally mirror each other. They’re working together effortlessly. And this is before Gaby apologizes for the whole pretended-to-betray-you-whoops snafu. 


reader x jeno

A/N: yo anon im sorry this took so long i suck i know and this isn’t even that good okay im sorry please forgive me but i hope u like it, it took me a while 

The air was cluttered with the distinct sounds of yelps and barks erupting from dogs. You had been volunteering at the shelter for some time now. You had always loved animals and it made you so happy to be able and be able to help them in any way possible. You looked around, examining the cute faces of all the animals, thinking about how you would adopt all of them at once if it was possible.

You were broken out of your thought by the call of your name, “Y/N! Can you come here for a second?”

You looked towards the door to find one of the lead animal caretakers beckoning you to meet them in the hallway. You quickly waved a goodbye to the animals, and followed the nice lady out into the quieter hallway.

“So, we have a volunteer joining us today.” She began.

You smiled, the prospect of a new volunteer warming your heart, “That’s really great!”

“Yes, but I am so busy with the event being held here at the shelter today I don’t think that I can find the time to train them and show them around, so…” she began to fidget with her fingers, “I was wondering if you could possibly be the one to show them around. You’ve been here as a volunteer for so long that I feel like I can trust you with this, if you’re up to it.”

“Oh my god, yeah! Of course!” you were excited by the prospect of being entrusted with the task.

“Really? Okay, that’s great, thank you.” She began to walk away, and then turned around with a stern look on her face, “Just one thing though, do not let him near the cats, he’s allergic.”

You made a mental note of that before sending yourself off to finish up your work.

You anxiously stood in the lobby, waiting for the new volunteer to show up. You tried to hold back your excitement, so happy that you were being entrusted with this task. You bounced up and down on the heels of your feet, scanning the room for anyone who looked like a prospective volunteer.

Suddenly, there was a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around swiftly, only to come face to face with what might’ve been the prettiest boy you had ever seen. He had the widest smile plastered on his face, but it wasn’t an ordinary smile, it was one of those smiles that spread across to your eyes, his eyes were smiling at you, shaped like crescents. For a second, you felt your heart flutter at the sight of the pretty boy, almost forgetting that you had a job to do.

He spoke first, “Are you y/n? I was told I should be looking for you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, though nothing came out. You were still stunned by the looks of the boy in front of you, so you resorted to a small nod, a light blush creeping up on your face.

“That’s great, I’m Jeno!”

Finally, words, “I’m y/n,” you said realizing that he already knew that. He laughed. “But you already knew that,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor. “Uh, I guess I’ll show you around.”

After giving him the tour, you instructed him to his first task. You were about to leave when he piped up, “Y/N!”

You turned around and gave him a nod.

“I have a question,” raising a finger he spoke, “where are the kitties?”

You giggled at his reference to cats as kitties and shook your head. He smiled that precious smile of his again, sending your heart into a flurry. “I, uh, I can just show you if you want.” You felt like you were forgetting something, yet proceeded to show him the way to the room with all the cats.

He followed you in and let out some sort of squeal of excitement. “They’re all so precious,” he whispered, stepping ahead of you and kneeling down near the cages that held them in.

His smile lit up the whole room as he began to admire the cats and all you could do was sit and watch as he attempted to pet them and cooed at them. This moment of bliss though, was interrupted by a loud sneeze that not only frightened you, but the cats as well.

Do not let him near the cats, he’s allergic.

You had completely forgotten. You shook your head and wondered why he would come and see the cats when he knew he was allergic to them.

“Jeno! You need to get out.” You began to tug at his arm.

“Y/N,” He whined, turning to face you, eyes beginning to water from the allergies.

“Oh my god, Jeno! Come on, you need to get out.”

“Y/N, but I love them.” He pleaded with you.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” you huffed, trying to tug the boy to no avail.

He frowned and suddenly you wanted to let him stay there if it meant seeing his face light up with that beautiful smile he had.

“Fine,” he huffed. “Only because I like you and I don’t want you getting in trouble he said as he followed you out.”

As you walked out, he waved goodbye to all the cats, promising to return when you weren’t watching.

“Jeno! I heard that!” You playfully hit his arm as you exited the room.

He laughed and your hear fluttered once again, seeing his face light up like that.

“Get back to work,” you said in a fake serious tone.

“Fine, but promise me you’ll take me to see the cats again.” His eyes pleaded.

“Maybe,” you smiled as you walked away, happy to be spending more time with Jeno, the boy with the beautiful appearance and bright smile.

myhollanderheart  asked:

37 with Tom Holland

37: Volunteering together

“Babe, I know we have a lot on our plate, so I’m only going to ask you this one last time.”

Your eyes snap open, hands shielding your face from the sun. Beside you is your boyfriend, gauging your expression carefully as he smoothed down the ears of the dog that sat in between his legs. The energetic little thing (Beowulf, named for his rugged look and wolf like features) has a yellow bandana tied to his neck, indicating that he’s one of the many dogs in this park that belongs to the local humane society. The two of you have to be back any moment with this gorgeous young husky, whose eyes blink up at you adoringly.

You know what Tom is going to ask. “Babe,” you say, but it sounds more like you’re trying to persuade yourself. “We’ve got a lot going on.”

“I know, but hear me out,” he says this while holding the dogs hands up in a placating gesture. You almost melt into his whims right then and there. “Look at him.”

“Let’s walk him back and then talk about it?” you say this while sitting up, wrapping your hand tightly around Beowulf’s leash. Tom groans, but none the less stands, Beowulf yawning and padding around his feet. For a shelter dog, his manners were near perfect, and his training seemed to be complete.

“How could a dog like you not have an owner?” you asked Beowulf in an odd voice, one that made Tom stare at you in awe and admiration. He liked this really loving, soft side of you; one that played with animals in cute voices and wore your hair up in a sporty ponytail. He couldn’t imagine volunteering as a date could make him fall even deeper in love with you, but there you were, crouching beside the most adorable husky in the world, eyes wide and smile bright.

He wanted to see this image all the time. He wanted to adopt Beowulf so badly. Partly because he missed having a dog after moving to the states, but also because it felt so domestic. Married couples had dogs, families had dogs.

The word family rung in his head as the two of you walked Beowulf back to the shelter. You were listing out reasons why adopting him would be costly. (“Not just in money, but in time. What if we aren’t always there for him. Owning a dog is new to me. Plus, we just live in an apartment, is that going to be enough room for him to grow?”)

All of your points were (probably) valid, but when it was Tom’s turn to hold the leash, he couldn’t help but let his true feelings show. “If we get this dog,” he started, wetting his lips as if to give him the courage to continue. “It’ll feel like we’re a family.”

You blinked at him, your face emotionless until he saw a glimmer in your eyes. Perhaps happiness, maybe even tears, but you looked away quickly, smiling and biting the inside of your cheek.

And then, cheekily, you replied “I hope you don’t mind shelling out money for food and toys, cause we’re getting the dog.”

Paintball Pregnancy

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Tony Stark X Reader
Request:  “ Your inbox is empty !!!! Oh no !!!! Let me help !!! Lol how about….. tony and reader to a gender reveal party you pick the gender. And I leave the rest to you ! :)” @Tonystarksgirl

That morning started out like every other morning you shared with Tony Stark, the best day of your life. Your life had truly improved since meeting, falling in love with and marrying the billionaire. Sure, he had his quirks. It was no secret that he possessed a tendency to disappear into his lab for days at a time or that he was always trying to “Improve” things that really had nothing wrong with them. Like the time he tried to invent a grilled cheese toaster. (Neither of you even liked grilled cheese; or toast for that matter.)  It wasn’t like you were perfect either. You must have had tendencies that drove your husband crazy, but he was either too polite or smart to mention them.

“There she is, my beautiful angel!” Tony smiled as you waddled your pregnant body into the kitchen.

“Good morning to you too, my handsome husband.” He was standing at the stove cooking breakfast, so you slowly navigated over to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Why thank you Darling, but I was talking to our female fetus.” Tony put down his spatula and bent over to talk to your stomach. “Today’s the day baby! The day your momma finally comes to accept the fact that you’re a beautiful girl!”

“No, no.” You shook your head as he straightened his back. You rubbed your stomach. “Baby and I agreed, Great Grandpa Stark’s olderest brother was a boy and then Grandpa and Daddy were both only sons. So, you’re gonna be a boy too.”

“Oh, come on.” Tony frowned, turning his attention back to his frying pan. “Don’t you want to buy all those cute little dresses you keep pointing out in the stores?”

“Sure, that could be nice.” You nodded. “but think about when she’s a teenager and she starts bringing boys home.”

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I submitted on march 7 about working at an animal shelter and one of the employees being the worst.

Just wanted to add that the guy has been there 3 months longer than I have and is not improving.

I sound like a horror to work with because I constantly have to repeat myself over and over and over again.

Like I said, he’s not lazy but the animal world is not for him and I wish my supervisor would just cut him so that he could find a better fitting job.

When animals get stressed and scared they lash out and if they draw blood we have to put them on a 10 day quarantine, which means they can’t be adopted and get like 0 physical contact with people.
If it happens twice, they might have to be put down. That’s why we have time limits to having them in the tub, cage, or dryer.

He also cost the shelter a lot of money because the overtime pay for the three people on a shift. That money could be going back to the animals.
Just the other day we worked 14 hours straight with no lunch break. When he’s not working, we usually finish early.
If someone has to do the job of two people or constantly monitor the other person, we spend less time focusing on the animals.

And we absolutely do not intake aggressive animals. We have kids that volunteer. If someone tries to surrender an animal and they immediately try to kill us, we tell the person no.
He is constantly trying to work with animals and coax them out of their cage and then we have a terrified cat climbing up our walls.

It’s not mean to say that not everyone is suited for every job.

ktzen  asked:

(hi, sorry i keep clogging your box) so i know i'm not cut out for vet work, i have too much empathy for cats and dogs and it'd be too hard for me to see them suffering, but i still want to help them, is there any way besides volunteering or donating, or fostering? (i'm not 18 so i can't volunteer at most places, and we have 5 pets already)

That’s exactly why I didn’t go down the vet path too. My mom really wanted me to be a vet (we’re a very sciencey family) and I tried volunteering at one and definitely could not hack it. I can hang out and observe surgeries and stuff but I have a really hard time with the animals that are awake and in pain. 

You should be able to volunteer with animal shelters if you’re in your late teens. You may not be able to handle animals, but they always need people to help staff booths at events or greet visitors. 

If you’re looking for ways to contribute things but don’t have an income to donate, you could do a pet-supply drive in your neighborhood to benefit the local shelter (like a food drive, but with a list of things the shelter needs) or a chores for charity thing. 

If you’re interested in trainer, you might be able to shadow a dog trainer or volunteer during group classes. Again, basically no animal contact, but a great way to get involved and learn.