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I need to just be able to take off my jaw, give my sinuses a good scrubbing to get all the gunk out, and put it all back together.

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Happy Pride!

#pride

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We need summer camps for adults. Fuck resorts all about sun bathing and drinking and hooking up.

Give me a weekend of being in the woods learning book binding and canoeing and making friendship bracelets.

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they dont want us to know this but the real cure to the agonies is to engage in shenanigans. tomfoolery even 

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The first full chapter is posted of Tony's birthday fic!

What I posted here on tumblr is about half of this chapter, so feel free to get caught up on AO3.

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Doing more than one? Choose whichever you found the most helpful. ❤️

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Aaaah love this!! (Would love it esp as a tank top, wink wonk.) So good to see the library doing well. I still need to get my card and donate... I'll do that next week.

*chanting* MERCH MERCH MERCH

it’s out there in the world!! we’re so excited!! isn’t it beautiful!?!

see our insta for full post (that’s our non-profit witch’s cat, Jolene - even more beautiful than the shirt)

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Driving in the US is having your navigation tell you you don't have to worry about about a road change for the next 100 mile(160km)+

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The chronic fatigue is ridiculous today. I'm so tried I want to cry.

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panther chameleon plushies!!!

based on the Amilobe locality of Furcifer pardalis

magnetic little hands for to grab things

soft

funny eyes

doesn´t need high humidty or complex care!

teddy joints for to move their little legs

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adopt one from my bog

barks-bog.com

#waaaaaaant

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I wonder if town criers were mad clocks for taking their jobs.

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Purple Harlequin Toad

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One really cool perk of joining Cyan is that I get to capture all of the promotional shots for the new Riven.

Can't wait for y'all to play this sucker. 📚

#nostalgia hitting me upside the head with a dock board #riven #myst

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Oh, god. I’m awake but at what cost.

#mood

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After undergrad, I was done living with people. People didn’t turn off alarm clocks or clean up their messes or, perhaps, people even blamed you for their mental breakdown. I had had enough of people.

But I couldn’t live alone.

Luckily, I knew the perfect solution. See, other than the semesters of undergrad, I had always lived with cats. There were also dogs and hamsters and reptiles, but cats were the constant. It was a noble line going all the way back to Yoda, whom my mother got to be her cat in college.

It was only the start of summer, and I was already surreptitiously walking past the adoption area of the pet store. It was a good thing I did.

There in the cage, the only animal in the whole adoption area, was a tiny kitten. As soon as he saw me, he started to meow and kneed and reach through the bars. It was probably as close to love at first sight as I will ever get.

After finding out when adoption was and leaving and coming back at what was the wrong time and talking to the kitten through the glass—I finally was able to hold him.

He was perfect.

This little kitten with brown so deep it was black and a white underside and a very pink nose settled right into my arms and purred up a storm. I adopted him then and there.

Depressingly, with this adoption center, the little boy had to go back to get sniped before I could take him home. I often joked that the poor guy never had a lick of testosterone in his body with how early it all happened. (That didn’t stop in from growing into quite a tall, long cat, mind you.)

While he came home without his balls, he also came home with a kitten cold. My poor little perfect boy was sick to the point that he could die. Cats, if you didn’t know, don’t eat if they can’t smell. Stinky food was bought, force feeding was attempted, and in the end it was some Vick’s in hot water that cleared his sinuses up enough to eat.

Now that he was well, it was finally time to find the right name. Name is a process in my family. In rather reverse fae rules, by giving the pets the right name, they are cemented as family. My mother even adds them to the family bible.

This boy took two tries.

His first name was Underwood as you see, once he got is energy back, he was constantly walking across my lap and the laptop that had a pretty permanent place in it. My friends swiftly got used to getting ‘kitten messages’ sent to them. Annoyingly, some of the same friends wouldn’t stop calling him Carrie, even after I asked them not to, and I decided that I wasn’t going to put up with that for the next fourteen plus years.

As he was my ‘squirmy worm’ for his lack of desire to be held and ability to pop right out of a hold due to his silky fur, I combined the two and, finally, he found his right name of Wormwood. (This also, unbeknownst at the time, started the naming convention for my next two cats.)

Wormwood and I went off to graduate school not much later. The old but passable apartment I was in had a (rather shoddily) screened in porch. It became Worm’s favorite spot to sit, even in the middle of Texas heat.

Paper balls were discovered to be his favorite thing, followed by very tiny pompoms. If I was ignoring him, he’d knock my remote off my table to play. Even with that playing, I often joked that Worm was my semi mobile throw pillow. He loved to lounge and nap to the extreme, even for a cat.

Worm never wanted other cats in his life, though he managed to accept Bugsy—my Siamese mutt—into our home in time, though Worm never ceded the foot of the bed to him. Together, we three moved back in with my parents (to total a too many five cats) until I could afford my own place. Worm had to suffer through another new brother, Beetle, about three years ago. Then not quite two years ago we moved to a new state.

All three boys did wonderful on the very long drive, and I like to think that it was worth it because of the fabulous sunroom in the new house. All of them had their favorite spots to sit out there and soak up the sun.

This winter, Worm took a turn. He dropped some weight while I was gone on a trip. I got him a heated bed that became his very favorite thing in the whole house. He would just melt into it.

Then it got worse.

I took him to the vet, and he had gone from about fifteen pounds down to five and a half. Blood work was clean though, so we increased his food and changed some things around.

Tueaday he was quite ill.

Wednesday was the first time there was a moment where he wasn’t there mentally. It felt like it was going to be time.

Thursday, today, I found him laying in a sunbeam. He didn’t even ask for food. At eleven today I took him to the vet. For about an hour before I held him, resting against my chest, and the two of us sat in the sun, listening to the birds.

I think he was ready to rest. He hardly moved at the vet during the shot and then… then he was gone.

And I had to leave him.

For sixteen years, nearly half my life, he has been my family and one of my best friends. I would have been so lost without him. I’m so sad to have to say goodbye, but I’m glad that he can rest now.

I’m glad that it was a pretty day and that we got to sit in the sun together and listen to the birds.

#clockwayspets #cw pet death

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Resting in a sunbeam. Taking him for his final sleep at eleven.

It's too heavy a weight to hold the small, furry life and final rest of in your hands.

#cw pet death #he hasnt gottwn up today #its time

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It's too heavy a weight to hold the small, furry life and final rest of in your hands.

#cw pet death #idk i might be time tomorrow #for the first time worm wasn't there mentally #and it was a bad physical day