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khaotic-kitsunes · 3 years

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Instincts

This is all because I entered a bunch of numbers for my scenario ideas into a randomiser list thingy-ma-bob. It chose werewolf!tamaki fucking the poor fem!reader and well...now you guys get to read it!

Same as always, be sure to let me know what you think, and enjoy~

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Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

You frowned as you stepped into your home, having only just arrived home after being forced to work overtime on the worst night of the month. Tamaki’s transformation had likely already happened, usually occurring during day’s early sunset; meaning that you had a fully transformed and likely feral werewolf somewhere in your house.

“Bun…ny…”

A scream escaped your mouth when you were slammed back against the front door, impossibly large hands wrapped around your wrists and holding you up in the air; hot, heavy breath hitting your face as Tamaki sniffed at your vulnerable form.

Tamaki had never before hurt you in his transformed state, though he constantly worried about doing so; but he had warned you each full moon to be home before his transformation, always muttering something about instincts being uncontrollable during the night.

“Tamaki…Tamaki you scared me” You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes as you leaned your head back, allowing him better access to your neck and earning yourself a pleased growl from the unhappy creature in front of you; his large body pressing up against yours until you wrapped your legs around his waist awkwardly. Barely able to do such an action while he was transformed.

Unlike his human form, Tamaki’s transformed state was some kind of mixture between wolf and human; if you had to describe it at all, it would be closest to the Lycans that were shown in mythology. More wolf than man, monstrously tall and terrifyingly muscled; his fangs were razor sharp and could kill you if he had the urge.

However, despite the monstrous form, you had easily come to love the werewolf; adjusting to the strange habits and schedules that he went through with a lot of guidance from Tamaki’s human self.

“Where…? Where were you!”

His snarl made you gulp nervously, opening your eyes to look up into his demanding stare; you were positive that it would do no good to try and reason with your giant lover. Instead, it made more sense to try and soothe his anger with actions since he understood that. Using your words too much seemed to aggravate the instincts that made his full moon’s personality and pushing your luck was not something you wanted to do.

“Working.” You gave a simple answer, squirming under his iron-grip slightly in an attempt to get yourself comfortable; however, such attempts seemed to be futile as he simply pushed more of his weight against you. Squishing you against the door like he had done previous times; only this time, his knot wasn’t buried deep inside of you. You still had your clothes on for the moment.

“I crave you.”

Those three simple words had your mind reeling, your mouth dropping open in surprise at his sudden statement. It always took you some time to adjust to the bold demands that his instincts gave without fail.

You were so used to the shy, timid Tamaki that you had fallen in love with.

“I want…to breed you…overflowing with my seed”

You were given no time to react as he wrapped one of his large arms around your waist, pulling you under his arm while making his way through your home and to the bed that seemed to be stacked with the pillows Tamaki kept in one of the cupboards. Without fail, each full moon, his instincts would spur him to turn the bed into a place for you to be fucked non-stop. If you remembered correctly, then Tamaki had called it a nest. It was supposed to provide you comfort, his instincts way of courting you as he had tried to explain.

“Tamaki, wait! I’m still wearing my dress!” You squealed when he threw you onto the mattress, your body hitting the pile of pillows he had prepared while he watched you with a hungry gaze; large hands twitching as he resisted the urge to immediately jump you.

You knew what he wanted.

“Move…”

You inhaled shakily as you turned away from him, crawling a little closer to the pillows as you moved them to where you needed them most; getting yourself comfortable in the pile of pillows with your butt on display for him.

It took him only a few seconds to tear your clothes away without care, his large body pressing up against you from behind to keep you warm; yet another instinct he maintained throughout the night of the full moon. Anything for your health, Tamaki had never explained why but it was easy enough to figure out. He couldn’t breed you if you weren’t healthy.

“Come on, big guy…can’t get me all excited and leave me hanging” You peeked back at him slowly, gasping when you felt the tip of his throbbing cock rub up against your dripping folds; poking and prodding while he rutted up against your body.

“Be patient. I will fuck you, until you’re too tired…to even speak my name!”

You cried out as he slammed his hips forwards, one hand moving to wrap around the base of your throat while the other held your body in place; making it that much easier for him to bury himself inside of you with a single thrust.

His knot was already swollen. You could feel it against your folds, hot and throbbing; thick with a close release promised. Thankfully you knew better than to tease him about such things, instead opting to mewl out his name and enjoy the waves of pleasure that you knew would begin to settle in now that he was inside of you.

“Tama…so big inside of me~” You cooed out in a soft voice, arching your back when his hips began to move at a harsh pace; the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room, the only sound you could hear apart from his heavy breathing above your head.

You whimpered out when he squeezed down on your throat firmly, snarling at the way your body clenched around his cock; trying to milk him of the cum he hadn’t yet released. Your body was more honest than you could ever be with Tamaki’s instincts and you were perfectly okay with that. Not to mention, Tamaki himself seemed to appreciate it more than your words.

“Good girl…mine…”

His possessive growls of pleasure made your cheeks flush in embarrassment while you cried out his name, not bothering to hide the sounds that he managed to drag out of your body; life was too short to be bothered hiding sounds of bliss.

You couldn’t help but grin as you moaned out his name, quietly whining for more and causing the creature above you to let out a savage-sounding snarl, his weight shifting to press you further into the bed until you were barely able to breath; your pleasure-filled whimpers keeping him alerted to your enjoyment of the treatment.

“Tama…more~” You choked out a moan when his hips bucked harshly, rocking your entire body forwards before he shifted his position once again; his hot tongue dragging over the skin of your neck slowly, a sign that your precious werewolf was getting serious with you.

“Settle. Settle…”

His hands moved from your body, down to the bed as he tried to soothe your needy whimpers, bracing his weight while you reached out for his arms; all too aware of how he was about to fuck you.

In his transformed state, Tamaki could easily break you beneath his body. However, he instead chose to make you his woman and spoil you with affection; he chose to court you as his life-partner and to fill you with every drop of cum he had to offer.

His name left your lips in the form of a scream when he began to pound into you, his sharp claws tearing through the mattress from the amount of strength he used to keep you happy and begging for more.

It wasn’t long before you were screaming his name in bliss, orgasm rocking through your body while he continued to bury himself inside of you; leaving a trail of bitemarks over your spine, yet another sign of affection from the large beast. His way of keeping others away.

Each thrust of his hips had you pushing back against him, whimpering out his name and desperate to feel his knot inside of you; he was close to knotting you. You could tell by the way he was losing his ability to reign in his strength; it was an adorable tell-tale sign that you had picked up on early into your relationship with him.

“Take it…my knot, that’s what…you want…I can smell it”

You whimpered out loudly, babbling unintelligible things while he began to rut up against you with all his strength; each movement forcing your body down into the mattress until a loud, wet pop echoed around the room.

Followed soon by your cry of shock, your back arching from the sudden fullness that overcame you. As always, Tamaki’s knot was too much for your smaller body and while it no longer hurt you as it had in the beginning, to have such a foreign sized object inside of you; it was still overwhelming.

Tamaki growled out a low moan from above you, slowly rolling his hips while rubbing his muzzle against the soft skin of your neck, his own form of affection while the two of you waited for the first knot of the night to go down. Many more to go.

“You gotta…Tamaki, you gotta ease in…you’re too big” You whined out softly, trembling as you turned your head to look at him, gasping when he thrust his hips up roughly, pushing his knot deeper inside of your welcoming body.

“No. You take me well…such a good bitch for your alpha…”

You groaned quietly, burying your face against the soft pillows he had gathered for you, choosing to instead ride out the slow thrusts he insisted upon doing; able to feel his knot throbbing inside of you and filling you with his hot seed.

“Hey Tama…?” He grunted in response to your trailed off question, licking at your spine tenderly to soothe the bitemarks he had left behind; a peaceful kind of contentment settling over you.

“After this one…with the next knot, I want you to keep going…I wanna know what it feels like to have you fuck me until I’m broken…” You smiled at the thought, peeking back at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes; the very same kind that you had had when you first asked Tamaki to fuck you in his transformed state.

“Will you do that for me, my handsome alpha? Will you break me and breed me?” Tamaki let out a deep, hungry growl at your words, beginning to rut his hips at a faster pace; one of his hands tangling itself into your hair, yanking on it harshly until tears began to prick at your eyes.

“Break…? I can break…let me…fragile mate, so easy…”

You choked out a whimper of pleasure when he began to pick up his pace, his knot tugging at your walls harshly with each movement of his hips; the pleasure was already too much for you but the sudden jolts of pain from his harsh movements made you cry out his name in the kind of breathy way that drove your poor werewolf insane.

Stirring up every desire he had to see you swollen with his seed.

“I can’t wait…to see you broken and craving me…begging me…”

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gammacousin · 3 years

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Okay. I’m ready to real talk Black Widow. I don’t want to but as an activist there’s an obligation I have to share and educate. I nerd to forget but I suppose it shows the power of this movie if it brings something real into the light.

*Spoiler Warning. Trigger warning for everything.*

There are some things I want to say that could potentially spoil aspect of the Black Widow film. I also would advise you to skip this post if you have a darker past, if you aren’t interested in getting serious, or wish to skim by, I’m sincerely not judging! I come on here to avoid the universe as well. You do you, I totally still love you if you don’t read this and want to move onto something nerdy or more fun. This isn’t the post for you.

It’s taken me a while to process and organize my thoughts. Skip if you don’t want to hear deep, raw stories.

Okay. Nerd review first.

The level of girl power and any and all glass ceilings… There is SO much left to do. So much that needs to still be addressed. But seeing 3 women run this show: Yelena, Natasha, and Melina was an absolute joy to observe. This isn’t the end of some hard waged war, it’s the beginning and I beg you; Disney/Marvel. Please give us more of this? It’s so important for young girls to see other girls kicking butt and winning. Quick summary of nerd feelings; Losing Nat still burns. Yelena is a boss.

Okay…Real talk.

I have to get a little deeper here now. My personal story absolutely played into how I felt about this film and I wish I saw some trigger warnings about the material covered. Do I know Black Window’s story? Yes. In and out. I can read it, I can write my FF on it. However. Little to no one knows my story and so absolutely no one is to blame for not warning me. I was not expecting to come out this shook.

I’m sharing this because it’s happening now, today. In the real world. I doubt the film makers had this mind over other social issues, but after feeling like it’s irrelevant, that my pain is somehow less than, I’m realizing through my activism it’s not.

I grew up in a cult where women are not relevant. You matter up to a point. You are useful, to a point. If you’re giving 24/7, you’re not giving enough. If you’re not smiling as you’re doing cult stuff, you’re complacent. In addition to why I’m about to share, my house growing up was not a safe space which is a story for another time. So it’s a stack…this janga-ish game that eventually just comes crashing down.

My trigger started moments after the film started the handing over of the kids. When Alexei chooses the job over the welfare of the girls. Alexei put his two “daughters” in danger to save ‘face’. To put the job ahead of two children…it hit home. In the group I’m from, fathers, mothers, grandparents, siblings will absolutely choose the group over blood. You are nothing and you mean nothing if you ‘defect’. If you break a rule. If you complain. If you say ‘no’. If you put in a bad review for a leader, if you have anything bad at all to say about the organization as a whole. You can confide something deep in someone you trust and it absolutely will come back to hurt you.

The title song shook me completely. This collage of video and images of brainwashing, treating these girls like absolute objects is disgusting in itself. But when you’re raised in this other world, there’s a level of brainwashing that is absolutely unmatched. Videos, books, quizzes, 12 hour lectures, weekly meetings.

People are unified to the point where you lose your own identity. There’s a language- a literally language- words you start to misuse. Verbiage only people in the cult use. Kids of any age will watch any rated film. Frequently the themes are about obedience and or cooperation and the consequences if you do not cooperate/obey. Death is a such a common theme that either you become petrified of your own shadow, petrified of breathing wrong, or turn completely numb. In sharing these videos, the goal is to instill this fear that you will never be enough. That you will die- turn into a charred hot dog of a figure if you do not obey 8 white men - the leaders, in New York. That your friends, classmates, neighbors, family will die if they don’t believe what you do. That you’re held accountable if you can’t bring them to your side.

The song for the credits hit me. I cannot listen to it. I have no idea what it was about.

When I watched the film, I couldn’t focus at this point at gosh barely 15 minutes in. I had already checked out. I heard keywords. “Entertainers,” “I feel stupid and contagious…”

In my world, I did not matter. What mattered was, what was presented to the public. To your group. Meeting some checklist of this perfect family at any cost. You’re not an individual, you’re a number. Literally. Your records are documented by men in the back room- your actions, your track record. But ultimately? You’re part of a numeral equation reported to headquarters. And if you’re a woman, you do not have a say in how you look, dress, act or in what you say. You are as the title song says, …“Entertainers”. You smile. You do your job, and you are ‘happy’ about it. Your job is to dedicate x amount of hours cleaning the room you gather in, and in recruitment of other members…

There’s a ‘job’ in the cult called a “pioneer”. Okay. No, we might not have been trained assassins. But you are trained to manipulate emotionally. To prey on the weak. You get books, magazines, movies, speeches, lectures- you rarely get a free Saturday. Oh and the job isn’t paid. So make sure you’re working (part time because full time secular work isn’t acceptable) at a desk job (because college and getting an education is not allowed). Don’t make friends with the people who work with you, they’re out to get you. Back at the club; You answer questions like it’s some schoolastic quiz every week and quote what your reading. It’s a brainwashing tactic. If you say something enough times, you remember it. You start to believe it. You spend hours reading these things, training… Your job is to target people who have lost- and have lost a lot because they’re vulnerable. You learn to go to cemeteries, and literally stalk people who are grieving. Like Val. If you can catch someone when they’re weak, senses are dulled. They’re desperate. And you bait them with this false promise. This idea that all THEY have to do is change all that they are, join you, and they’ll see their dead loved ones again. That they are doomed if they don’t change. Most pioneers draft 2-4 people per lifetime. If you’re a great saleswoman, you can draft more into this horrific world. And I regret the hours I spent lying, torturing people. For some cult that doesn’t give two cents about me.

I 100% believed of I didn’t convince my classmates, neighbors, to join my side they would either turn me in or they would be killed by a divine being. From 2 years old I was supposedly handing out pamphlets. The doom is not a quick painless death, no. You have visuals. You have men getting up to talk in detail about what your ‘friends’ will look like as corpses. Visually descriptive to the point where I still feel a bit numb to it all. That you will have to bury their bodies after the whole divine destruction. That you will have to “clean up” the earth. You are numb- convinced- bullied to the point where you believe this is true.

If you’re hurt as MANY WOMEN AND CHILDREN ARE, and you don’t have two people to testify and say they saw it- it never happened. Abuse is the norm. And if you speak up about it? You’re called a liar. Your friends cut you off. They think you’ll die along with everyone else if you put in a ‘bad review’ or leave. You’re bullied into submission and taught from a young age that you are not in control of your own decisions. You relinquish yourself under the pretense that the men you have such reverence toward are under some divine being’s control.

Your parents hurting you is acceptable. And don’t you dare speak against your father if he’s deeply involved. Don’t even think about approaching if he’s on a phone call. If you’re hit you take it- because you “deserved” it. And you smile. You shove that pain deep down. You hide the bruise, the cut lip, the depression, the bottles of pills you’re swallowing the whatever….You’re screwed if you faint, throw up, pass out, because you’ve missed a meeting. You better be dying for that to happen…

The idea that is portrayed in the movie (IMO) is that you can forgive family who hurts you. I see people forgiving Alexei and what’s her name. Look- that’s great. It’s a fun film. Alexei is funny. Here’s what I saw; it’s a toxic man- nay- father who can’t accept responsibility. He takes pride in what the girls have become- monsters. Not in who they are at their core. He has no idea who they are. And the mom has this photo album…I’m tearing up. She remembers this a certain way, a wishful thought. I’ve confronted my own mother about our past and had an album thrown at me, “We were happy. You were happy.” The fact is I was told the smile. You’re forcing this perception that everything was normal. That it’s okay to go back. (I’m not taking away Yelena’s view that everything was real to her, that’s fine for the sake of the story, and sweet. The moment between her and Alexei..fine. Milena turns and takes their side at the end, great.) The problem with how I saw this, is that’s not how the real world works. I don’t owe my parents forgiveness when I didn’t mean shit to them. When people leave the cult they’re cut off. Treated like they’re dead. I didn’t find these moments cute, I found them horrific. Hugging me, saying he’s proud of me is the toxic sh** my father would pull. Ignoring the holes in the wall, in my skull, the phony impression he gives to the rest of the group. Hugging me…after sweeping everything he did not only to me, but countless others under the rug because the cult…because 8 men in NY will protect him. Legally. Or otherwise.

I don’t need to forgive my parents. If you’ve been mistreated, you don’t owe anyone anything. They can “try” to do the right thing, that doesn’t somehow block out years of mistreatment. Years of trauma. Sheetrock only patches the surface of the broken walls. Wounds heal but some scars stay with you forever. Metaphorically or otherwise.

‘Entertainers’ was a trigger word because if you’re high enough in the ranking system you’re asked to “testify” or share a story. It’s in front of a couple thousand. It’s an “honor”. What it really is, is a three ring circus. You will only see women on the sidelines reading from the cards while only men stand at the main podium. They’re reading what they have told them to say. Stories are manipulated, cut, changed to fit a narrative that better suits the group of a couple thousand members.

Dreykov. I hate this. But I have to go there. I’m neck deep already, might as well. I think the worst part of all of it is that you can’t touch the person who made you this way. Those 6-7-8 leaders are untouchable. It doesn’t matter what you try. What legal entities, ex groups have tried. There’s a term for us and we are considered ‘mentally diseased.’ Members are told to avoid us. And in case you were curious, no, they can’t just break their nose on a table to be free- if only it were that simple. Gosh that got me. I would cut a limb, split my skull open, if it meant I could just cut a chord. It takes years of therapy and I still have nightmares. Urges to just, go. I’m OKAY. But most escapees are not. If you manage to escape with your life and don’t end it because the pressure, guilt, abuse that comes with leaving is too much. (This is sadly the fate of MANY LBGTQ+ members.)

The only hope is either the group eventually runs out of money or they’re taken down legally. Both of which are impossible since many older members will leave all they have to the group rather than to their family. It’s a complex billion dollar publishing company that plays monopoly with people’s investments, homes, and lives.

If you speak up, you’re the liar. So you cannot free your friends, who have turned on you, already cut you off, and discarded you the day you walked out and didn’t come back.

Watching Natasha, and Yelena free their sisters made me think of every woman who is stuck in this cult. For every woman, child, currently being sexually/physically abused and can’t say sh** because they literally believe god will kill them. If I say anything to them, they block me. If I expose what’s happening they will lie in court. That’s what is happening. And it’s not in the news, it’s not talked about. Because you can’t. You’re forced into silence. There’s a block. A literal legal force field that you cannot penetrate. They have their own lawyers. You can’t break into it. You’ll lose every, single, legal battle you try to fight.

Was this a decent movie? Yes. Was I expecting to share this days after release, no. I’ve been forced into silence for so long, told that people have it far worse and that I shouldn’t talk about it. But just today I saw a grown ass couple in an escapee group, talking about how one trigger word sent them into a depressive spiral. Wondering if some god damn lightening will come out of the sky and knock them dead. And we frickin struggle in silence. People will just shrug and go “oh it can’t be that bad,” while my gay best friend can’t catch an effing break. While someone else suffers at home because god wants it that way. Someone else will bury their kid today, maybe not even hold a funeral for them if they were ‘mentally diseased.’

For people like that couple I met today, like me, if you don’t just see a fun film but a darker past or maybe it’s brought up some memories for you, I’d honestly love to chat!!! Message me! I feel like for as painful as this is to hash out not too many people know about what goes on behind a group of smiling, well dressed woman who come knocking on your door. “It’s just a religion.”

I guess I didn’t realize…the criminal aspect of what happened to me. You’re so ingrained to keep quiet. To smile. To ignore, to suppress. I can smile, joke laugh, but visualizing…inadvertently seeing this mirror was so unbelievably uncomfortable. I would always rather help someone else because it takes me out of my head. Live in a bubble where I can call my trauma a ‘fantasy’. What’s real is when someone like me has a bad day? Lol! Look, my husband literally checks his phone to make sure a conversation never touches a couple hundred trigger words that will absolutely send me into the closet with a gallon of ice cream or a bottle of whiskey. I can’t imagine what someone else, what some other traumatized individual goes through. (Maybe that’s why the Bucky stuff makes me all angry She-Hulk too..)

Look, talking people ex members of this group, out of suicide is a daily endeavor to the point where it’s borderline on autopilot. But having this, I suppose, brilliant, piece of cinema turn the camera around left me raw and writhing and angry. Not for me, but for everyone else still stuck. With every year you spend in that cult, add ten more to therapy.

If you feel like me at all, you’re not alone. Not anymore. We were raised to feel alone in the world. That the universe is somehow out to get us and that’s simply not true. You don’t need the people who raised you if they were absolute shit bags. And you DO NOT have to forgive them for keeping you in that environment. Family isn’t family if they’ve hurt you. You owe them nothing. It is healthy to feel your feelings (and you and your feelings are valid. )

Anyways! I hope to be able to talk about more fun Marvel topics soon. But this felt important so thanks for listening. I’m really not hating guys, this is just…it’s heavy. And I beg you to do your research into cults and to help out where you can.

Love and light,

-M

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cxlvins · 4 years

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...000. INTRODUCTION.

helloooo lovelies ! my name is naomi (he/him), i’m twenty-two and from the gmt timezone ! i’m super excited for this to open because i’ve got so much muse right now. i’m down for any and all plots, seriously, i love plotting ! this is calvin, he’s an angry mess of a character, but he’s fun to play, so ! if you just wanna get to know the character, you can skip past the other sections and just focus on personality, i’ve also put some wanted connections in there too ! if you would like to plot, then either shoot me a message here or on discord (heterosexual? how vintage!#8600) or alternatively, like this post and i will message you !

caution: alcohol, drugs, mental health, death.

°☼ ◜ xavier serrano, cismale, he/him ◞ ∗ ∘ good to see you again, calvin marx. you're twenty-three now, right ? i heard you’ve been streaming professionally on twitch … crazy how time flies. you were always known as the crimson. i’m glad to see you’re just as gregarious as always — and volatile, too .. kidding ! bella used to always mention it …you were her bad influence, after all. don’t worry, we’ll find her soon. what matter is that we’re together now, right ? not really. + thrift-store clothing, bruised knuckles, a scent of cologne & cigarettes. + watermelon sugar by harry styles.

...001. BRIEF HISTORY.

calvin grew up very underprivileged for the first 11 years of his life in brooklyn, ny.

his father died when he was 5 years old to a drug overdose, leading his mother became a single mother to him and his younger sister, essentially meaning that calvin had to grow up and be the ‘man of the house’ without having a choice.

because of her new single-mother status, calvins mother had to work 3 different jobs in order for the family to pay rent (a cleaner in mornings, a store assistant in the day and a bartender in the evenings), which meant she was rarely home and left calvin to raise both himself and younger sister.

from a very early age, it was apparent that calvin suffered from anger issues, dyslexia and adhd, constantly getting into fights at every opportunity, his complete inability to focus and never managing to make it through a week at school without a phone call home.

these issues remained untreated, due to his mother putting it down to the ‘boys will be boys’ ideology, and concluding that calvin was just an energetic one at that.

because of this, calvin fell into the wrong crowd pretty quickly and settled into his mindset that he was never going to achieve all that much anyway, because no matter how hard he tried, he could never score well on any test at school.

at the age of 9, calvins mother met, fell in love with and soon married a former client for whom she cleaned for. calvins new step father was incredibly wealthy, due to being a successful franchisee and also being very largely into stock trading.

calvin, his sister and mother were all moved to his home in wilmington, which calvin struggled to adjust to, as he missed his friends back north.

he quickly made friends with the clique as he was brought into it by jordan and it did put some ease on his pressure, but part of him always felt like he should still be back in brooklyn.

now having access to as much money as he want led him down an early path into experimenting with drugs and alcohol, which soon became a bad habit.

although he wanted to drop out of school, his new step-father would not allow it, which became a large source of conflict for the family over the course of the next few years.

failing to graduate high school at age eighteen, calvin couldn’t deal with living with his family any more and left the house to move into a small apartment, 30 minutes away, with a roommate (possibly a member of the clique).

calvins only real passions were for gaming and sport, and as he smoked and did way too many drugs to make it in any sporting profession, he turned his attention to twitch streaming. he began this pretty soon and built up a solid fanbase (which he wanted to call the marxists, but in calvins words, apparently some dead man already claimed that title).

...002. PERSONALITY.

calvin is a naturally angry person who can lose his cool and go from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds, he rarely gives off signs that he is getting angry until he boils over, so people tend to watch what they say around him.

calvin is self-serving, his feelings will always come before those around him. although he is getting better at managing this, if something will result in calvin gaining something at the expense of somebody else, he will most likely go ahead with it.

calvin is not well educated, so he doesn’t tend to enjoy arguing with words, as he can never seem to find the ones to correctly express how he feels. instead, calvin is much more likely to act physically when something has irritated him (whether this be on a person or inanimate object).

calvin is an awful liar, he cannot lie to save his life as his face always tends to show when he doesn’t agree with an idea/opion/thought that somebody says. because of this, he is very outspoken, and will just say what he’s thinking regardless of if it’s going to hurt somebodies feelings. he’d rather upset them with the truth, than get caught out for lying.

calvin is an extrovert and gains energy from being around people - the more people the better, because of this, he has become a major party animal and loves attending any and all parties that is going on, despite if he’s fond of the hosts or not.

calvin is a heavy user of drugs, alcohol & cigarettes. this is primarily down to his naturally addictive personality and constant need to feel like he’s happy, so that he doesn’t get sad again. there will rarely be a day where he will not be intoxicated in some way and he will have a cigarette at least once an hour -- and that’s on a good day.

calvin is very much into sports. although not a natural athlete, nor somebody interested in playing sports competitively, calvin loves watching any and all sports, and he likes to play them when he can. due to his smoking habit, he can’t play sports for too long, but will always give it a good go.

similarly to this, calvin is very much into gaming. calvin loves fast-paced games, because they manage to keep his attention despite him not having a very long attention span. most games that he plays are first person shooters, and he’s usually the guy on the mic screaming when a teammate fucks up during online play. a big appeal to him was that games were the only thing he could focus his mind on as a child.

calvin is very much a boys boy, he genuinely abides by the bible of ‘ bros before hoes ‘ because he’s stupid.

calvin hates movies but loves tv, he finds that watching moves involves sitting still for too long, but tv allows him to take more breaks and keeps his interest for longer. although. he’d probably trade both of them for a chance to leave the house.

...003. TRAITS.

[ G R E G A R I O U S ] (+) — a person fond of company; sociable.

[ I N T U I T I V E ] (+) — using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.

[ F O R T H R I G H T ] (+) — direct and outspoken.

[ V O L A T I L E ] (-) — liable to change rapidly and unpredictably, especially for the worse.

[ V E N G E F U L ] (-) — not willing to forgive or excuse people's faults or wrongdoings.

[ H E D O N I S T I C ] (-) — engaged in the pursuit of pleasure; sensually self-indulgent.

...004. BELLA KIM.

when calvin met bella, he never took too much of a shine to her, deeming her to be a rather fake individual and not understanding the rest of the groups investment with her. however, because he was a new introduction to the group and not there from the beginning, calvin felt he couldn’t really speak up and vocalise that without being dropped from the group himself.

for whatever reason, bella herself took a liking to calvin and he decided to use this to his advantage. for a girl with such a clean reputation, it seemed only the sensible thing to try and corrupt her -- which proved successful.

calvin introduced bella to the world of bad decisions and the two spent many nights breaking several laws and it created a sort of bond that only the pair really understood. they never talked about anything personal -- or, if they did, they were too high to remember -- but calvin saw a side to bella that not many others did, which he liked.

after moving out, calvin and bellas meetings became much less frequent as the group drifted apart. they would still meet up for occasional meet-ups, their last one being 3 months before the disappearance of bella.

calvin does not believe that she is alive and is dealing with it, as expected, not very well.

...005. WANTED CONNECTIONS.

CURRENT BEST FRIENDS — Possibly a boy squad? I live for a good boy squad. This person will have similar interests to Calvin, or be able to tolerate his volatile mood.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS — Someone with a similar upbringing from Brooklyn, most likely they grew apart when Calvin moved to Wilmington.

RIDE OR DIES — Although he primarily looks out for himself, I’m down to have Calvin have one person who he’s loyal to and will refuse to betray, we can come up with a fun reason for why he cares so much if you’re interested in this one.

HIS ROOMMATE — Somebody that moved with Calvin into his current apartment when he moved out at 18.

A GOOD INFLUENCE ON CALVIN — One of my favorite connections for Calvin to have is somebody who knows all of his flaws and attempts to help fix them. They’ll have to be patient, though, as Calvin doesn’t see himself for having any issues.

SOMEBODY HE IS A BAD INFLUENCE OF — On the opposite, I love when Calvin has somebody that he can introduce to bad things, corrupt easily and get a kick out of watching the commotion.

EXES ON BAD TERMS — Cheating on each other is usually an easy one to go with, but if you want, we can think of something more unique as to how it all fucked up and why they now hate each other.

EXES ON GOOD TERMS — Maybe they still occasionally fuck? There could still be an attraction there, but just no romantic chemistry. Alternatively, they tried it and both just couldn’t see it going anywhere.

EXES WITH LINGERING FEELINGS — There’s a ton of different reasons for why there’s still lingering feelings. The feelings could be one-sided or both ways.

EX FLINGS — Started as friends with benefits, one of them wanted more, the other didn’t, they decided to stop before someone got hurt.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS — No romantic intention, just a good way to kill time at 2 AM, or maybe it’s easy to know you have someone to go home to if you don’t find someone at a party.

FRIENDS FOR NECESSITY — This friend may not have that much in common with Calvin, they may not really get on in day to day life, but they are always there to get high, attend a party or do something dumb. an easy person to talk to when they’re both bored and wanna get out.

HIS YOUNGER SISTER — If anybody fancies a second character, I’m always down to have Calvins sister in the roleplay. They can either get along or not, we’ll just figure out the details.

EX FRIENDS — Used to be close but now aren’t, plenty of reasons as to why.

ENEMIES — Despise each other, seeing this person literally makes Calvins blood boil. Possibly sexual tension too if that would work, if not, they can just fight a lot.

WILL THEY / WON’T THEY — Lots of leading on and teasing each other, maybe they both think they’re stringing the other along but it turns out neither of them are interested? Maybe they start out not interested and it backfires later, by that time the other could’ve lost interest.

ANY OTHER IDEAS YOU THINK WILL WORK !

...006. ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

Calvin is bisexual but heteroromantic, so any sexual-based connections can be taken by any gender.

Calvins Pinterest can be located here. Please note that it contains triggers for alcohol, drugs, blood & violence.

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Apparently, Bailey Jay, and Cats: 45793 2 years old, 57 lbs RaTED means Well Behavedlls @manhattan acc waiting 4 U! Falli lling For You adorable, friendly playful,gentle,well mannered & housetrained 田 TO BE KILLED 11/10/18 WELL MANNERED AVERAGE RATED GIRL dumped because she's "not a good fit - too big." A volunteer writes: Halloween may be over but here at the Manhattan Care Center we've still got a whole stash of chocolate-y treats and Hershey is the sweetest of them all! She may look serious but don't be fooled, her inner puppy is always ready to play and after a shy start she'll quickly warm up and join in the fun, chasing toys, leaning in for petting and even jumping up to give hugs on command. Hershey's a fine leash walker, responsive and seemingly house trained, and she knows her name too and will check in every so often with a cute little backwards glance as though making sure that the answer to 'who's a good girl?' is still 'Hershey'--which of course it is! She's been quite shy in playgroup so patient introductions to new four-legged friends would suit her best but it's easy to imagine such a gentle, well-mannered girl blossoming into the belle of the ball in no time. A great behavior assessment, unrivaled beauty and a big, affectionate heart...what's not to love?!! Hurry in today and treat yourself to a date with brindlicious perfection, Hershey will be waiting with open arms... HERSHEY@MANHATTAN ACC Hello, my name is Hershey My animal id is #45793 I am a female brown brindle dog at the Manhattan Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 2 years old, 57 lbs Came into shelter as owner surrender Oct. 28, 2018 Reason Stated: NOT A FIT - Too big :( Hershey is at risk for medical, she was diagnosed with canine infectious respiratory disease complex which will require rest and in home care. There are no behavior concerns for Hershey at this time. My medical notes are... Weight: 57.1 lbs Vet Notes 4/11/2018 S: Quiet in kennel - sitting at front, not energetic O: Scant serous nasal discharge on morning rounds. This afternoon, pt vomited, had diarrhea and was coughing. A: CIRDC likely P: Move to isolation -Doxycycline 200 mg PO SID x14 days -Enrofloxacin 204 mg PO SID x14 days -Cerenia 45 mg PO SID x4 days Pt has not been weighed yet, so I am estimating medication doses for 50 lb dog for now - will update after weighing. 1088 5/11/2018 [DVM Intake] DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 2 years Microchip noted on Intake? Yes Microchip Number (If Applicable):981020017084294 History : Subjective: BAR Observed Behavior -Very friendly, wagging tail the entire time Evidence of Cruelty seen -No Evidence of Trauma seen -No Objective T = P =120 bpm R =eup BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: Minimal tartar PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic, actively coughing-dry and non-productive ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: F/I, no obvious spay scar or tattoo MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: Clean externally Assessment: CIRDC Otherwise apparently healthy Prognosis: Good Plan: Continue with current tx plan Changed dose of doxycycline since we got her weight (changed from 200 mg to 250 mg per day, only put in for 12 days since she already received two doses) No other changes needed at this time SURGERY: Temporary waiver due to CIRDC 5/11/2018 [Spay/Neuter Waiver - Medical Condition] Your newly adopted pet has been diagnosed with C.I.R.D.C. and the staff veterinarians are issuing a temporary waiver from the spay/neuter requirements of the City of NY. Follow up care at your regular veterinarian is recommended to ensure continued treatment. Your veterinarian will advise you if surgical sterilization is appropriate. Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 1. Green Behavior History Behavior Assessment Hershey had a loose body, wagging tail when I approached her. Hershey did not eat the treats I offered her when I approached and remained alert with her ears perked and a forward body. She stared at the other dogs in the lobby, with a forward body, and a low wagging tail. Hershey would not break eye contact with the other dogs until her named was called out or if she was touched. Date of Intake: 10/28/2018 Basic Information:: Hershey is a large mixed breed female, estimated to be 2 years old. Owner could not keep Hershey because of family conflict. Owner had Hershey for 1 month and took her from a friend. Hershey has no known medical concerns. Previously lived with:: 2 Adults How is this dog around strangers?: Hershey is friendly and outgoing with strangers. Owner stated Hershey becomes very excitable and allowed people to pet her. How is this dog around children?: No children in previous home. How is this dog around other dogs?: No dogs in previous home. How is this dog around cats?: No cats in previous home. Resource guarding:: Hershey is not bothered when the owner touches her food bowl while eating. Hershey is not bothered when her owner takes away a treat, bone, or toy. Bite history:: Hershey did not bite or scratch a person or animal in the home. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: High energy, playful, excitable Other Notes:: The owner has not took Hershey a bath, trimmed her nails or brushed her. Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No Medical Notes: Hershey has no known medical concerns. For a New Family to Know: Hershey is friendly, affectionate and playful. Hershey has a high energy level and becomes very energetic and excitable. Hershey enjoys running around the home and plays with stuffed toys. Hershey also plays tug with the owner with a rope. Hershey is an indoor dog only but goes for slow walks on the leash. Hershey is also trained to poop and pee outside on the grass and is also wee-wee pad trained. Hershey sleeps on the bed with her owner and eats dry adult food twice a day. Hershey is house trained and knows how to sit and come. Hershey pulls hard on the leash when excited and also pulls hard when she becomes alert. Date of intake:: 10/28/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner Surrender (In home for 1 month) Previously lived with:: Adults Behavior toward strangers:: Friendly and outgoing Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: None reported Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Hershey is described as friendly, affectionate, and playful with a high level of activity. Date of assessment:: 10/30/2018 Look:: 1. Dog's eyes are averted, with tail wagging and ears back. Allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity:: 1. Dog leans into the Assessor, eyes soft or squinty, soft and loose body, open mouth. Tag:: 1. Dog assumes play position and joins the game. Or dog indicates play with huffing, soft 'popping' of the body, etc. Dog might jump on Assessor once play begins. Paw squeeze 1:: 2. Dog quickly pulls back. Paw squeeze 2:: 2. Dog quickly pull back. Flank squeeze 1:: Item not conducted Flank squeeze 2:: Item not conducted Toy:: 1. Minimal interest in toy, dog may smell or lick, then turns away. Summary:: Hershey approached the assessor with a soft body. She was social throughout the assessment, allowed all handling, and displayed no concerning behaviors. Summary:: Slow introductions are recommended between Hershey and other dogs who are respectful and gently playful. She appeared tense during initial introduction, though with time has opened up to playful, social behavior. Summary (1):: 10/29: When introduced off leash to the male greeter dog, Hershey is tense and avoids approach. Summary (2):: 11/2-4: Hershey is social with male and female dogs, offering some play bows. Date of intake:: 10/28/2018 Summary:: Loose body, allowed handling ENERGY LEVEL:: Hershey is described as having a high level of activity. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: AVERAGE (suitable for an adopter with an average amount of dog experience) Behavior Asilomar: H - Healthy * TO FOSTER OR ADOPT * HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! * STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU CANNOT GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications.

#funny #lol #humor #memes #meme #memehumor #dank memes #funny pics #rolf #lmao #Apparently #Bailey Ja

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hysteric-for-sterek · 7 years

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How Do Ya Like Them Apples?

Sure, Derek heard the familiar sounds of Stiles’ Jeep pull up outside his building and the steady, but slightly-too-fast beating of Stiles’ heart getting louder and louder the closer the elevator got to arriving at his floor, so it wasn’t really a surprise when Stiles came bursting into his apartment moments later. But what was a surprise, was the words that came spilling out of Stiles’ mouth as soon as he entered and laid eyes on Derek, where he was perched at his kitchen counter with a book in front of him.

“I got in! I got into NYU, Derek!” Stiles exclaimed excitedly, and then, with a look of determination set into his features, he added “and you’re coming with me!”

Derek’s whole body kind of… spasmed a little. The book he had open on the counter top fell shut when his fingers involuntarily twitched out of the way. He recovered fairly quickly, but not fast enough that Stiles didn’t notice.

“It wasn’t a question dude,” Stiles continued as though Derek had protested. “I know you only had 2 years to go when you followed Laura back here and I know they kept a spot open for you for next year. And you’re going to go back and finish your degree and you can show me around campus and we can get an apartment together and it’ll be awesome.”

Stiles grinned at him, tried to look eager but relaxed about what he was saying, but Derek could practically see the anxiety buzzing through him and sense his trepidation. Derek meant to say a firm ‘no’, if for no other reason than because Stiles was telling him what to do and Derek resented that, but instead what came out was “How do you know I was at NYU?”

Stiles gave him an unimpressed look. “I’m more than a little offended that you don’t instantly recognize my superior detective skills at this point.”

“I didn’t ask them to hold my place. I can’t just go back to classes like I never left, Stiles,” Derek continued quickly.

“Yes you did. Well, as far as they’re concerned you did. You formally requested an extended leave of absence months ago and they accepted your request to resume classes with the new admissions next year,” Stiles’ face was twisted in smug satisfaction, even with the undercurrent of anxiety still running through him, as though he simply couldn’t help himself.

Derek sighed because he’d done no such thing.

“I don’t even know why I’m surprised,” he murmured.

“Me either. You should know me well enough by now, dude. I made sure you were re-enrolled as soon as I sent my application in. Also, your signature wasn’t even a slight challenge, dude. After forging Dad’s monstrosity of an autograph on all my detention slips and grade reports through the years, yours was a piece of cake. You should probably work on that.”

Derek rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ignore the slow spread of warmth he felt in his chest. Stiles wanted Derek to come to New York with him. Stiles cared enough about Derek to organize this. Stiles just… Stiles.

“Stiles. I can’t just leave,” he tried, somewhat meekly.

“Uh…” Stiles seemed to sense that Derek was already waning and that he was winning this discussion. Stiles dropped his bag on the floor by the entrance and hopped up on the stool across from Derek’s. “Yes you can. You, like, literally have no viable reasons for not leaving.”

Derek frowned and Stiles continued his tirade as if sensing Derek was about to list a whole bunch of reasons he couldn’t leave. (Which he really wasn’t - couldn’t even if he wanted to.)

“Scott’s an Alpha now, and he’s got Beacon Hills covered. He’s going to school locally so he’ll still be here, plus Liam, Mason, Hayden and Malia will all be here too. So no need to worry about the pack dynamics now that your eyes don’t glow red anymore. I know the lease on this loft is up for renewal next month anyway and it’s not like you have a job to worry about. Beacon Hills itself is full of bad mojo and it’ll do you good to get away from here. We could drive over in the Camaro if you wanted? I don’t think Roscoe would make it anyway. I mean, it’s not like you had any other plans for next year…” Stiles suddenly looked up, startled. “Did you?”

Stiles looked suddenly worried, as if this was the first time he had considered that Derek may have made plans for next year that didn’t include tagging along with him to college.

He hadn’t.

“No, not exactly,” Derek admitted. Stiles sat up straighter again and went back to grinning around taking a big bite from an apple he’d nabbed from the bowl on Derek’s counter.

“See? Perfect plan! Plus, there’s the obvious benefit of not having to miss me when I move to the other side of the country. I mean, what would you do without me?” he smirked.

“I’d probably get to eat a lot more of my own food that I buy,” Derek grumbled half-heartedly. Stiles just winked at him.

“This apple is situation-appropriate, Derek. And I’ll make sure to pitch in for the grocery shopping when we’re sharing a place. Do you have any prerequisites for our apartment? I’ll start looking for one close to campus. Ooo! Maybe we should join a fraternity! Alpha, Beta or Omega in the title, obviously.”

“Stiles.”

“No you’re right, frat house for a werewolf – bad idea. We’ll have to find something close by, but as secluded as possible. Quiet for your delicate wolfy ears. No noisy neighbors.”

“Stiles.”

“Maybe we could-“

“Stiles!”

“Hmm?”

“I already have an apartment in New York.”

“You- What?”

“It was Peter’s. Laura got it signed over into our names when he was… after the fire.”

“Oh. So, like, it’s just sitting over there all empty?”

“Yeah, I- yeah.”

There was an awkward pause. Derek was thinking about how hard it was going to be to walk into that place and be hit by Laura’s scent and her things and the memories. Laura had left the place expecting to return within a few days and Derek had picked up and followed after her as soon as she stopped answering her calls 3 days later. The place would still be exactly how they’d left it, like a time-capsule waiting to teleport him back to the last time Derek had felt any real sense of home and family.

Stiles was watching him intently and chewing on his lip. And then suddenly Stiles was off his stool and his arms were wrapping around Derek’s back tightly, his chin resting on Derek’s shoulder.

“This is going to be great, Derek. You’ll see. We’re going to go to college and get away from all of this and it’s going to be great,” Stiles mumbled over his shoulder as he gripped Derek tightly.

Derek swallowed past the lump in his throat and thought back to an unnervingly similar conversation and hug with Laura so many years ago. ‘We’re going to get through this, Der. Me and you. New York. A fresh start. I’m so proud of you.’ Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles and returned the squeeze.

“So, that’s a yes, right? You’ll come with me?” Stiles asked, pulling back to look at Derek, but leaving his hands on the older man’s shoulders.

“On several conditions,” Derek answered.

“I’m listening,” Stiles countered as he made his way back to his stool and resumed munching on his apple in delight.

“One, you’re not driving the Camaro.” Stiles pouted. “Two, no making fun of anything you find in the apartment.”

“What am I going to find in the apartment?” Stiles asked eagerly, face lighting up.

“Three,” Derek continued as if Stiles hadn’t spoken while his brain began cataloguing all the things he’d left behind in New York – his guitar; a small stuffed wolf that his mother had given him when he was a child that had survived the fire because it had lived in his locker at school to stop Cora from trying to steal it all the time; his camera and multiple full albums of photos he’d taken to try to make up for all of his childhood photos being lost in the fire; his eclectic record collection and even more eclectic book collection; the cupboard full of board games that he and Laura had played every Friday night; his friends he’d left behind. “You promise not to continue trying to learn this magic stuff without Deaton there to teach you. You’ll just have to put it on hold until semester breaks or something. No magical mumbo-jumbo in the apartment.”

“Oh c’mon man, are these conditions really necessary? I’m great at magic! And I can teach myself. I’ll bet the campus libraries will even have some useful books-”

“You agree to the conditions or I’m not going with you,” Derek bluffed. Let’s face it, by this point he was well and truly sold and committed to this idea. He hadn’t realized how much he was craving returning to New York until he’d started thinking about everything he’d left there.

“Fine,” Stiles huffed. “Any more conditions, or is that it?”

“Condition number four is that I reserve the right to add more conditions as I think of them.”

“Oh come on! How is that possibly fair? I can’t agree to that!” Derek just gave him ‘The Look’ and Stiles glared but threw his hands in the air, rolled his eyes and said “Fine! I agree to your stupid, unnecessary conditions. Because I am confident that you won’t have to think up any more because you’re going to be too busy having fun and enjoying New York life and my excellent company.”

Derek snorted and reached for his book, flicking through trying to find the page he’d lost.

“So shall we extend the road trip past all the tourist hot-spots on the way? Howl in the Grand Canyon, visit your wolfy pals at Yellowstone, selfie with the World’s Largest Baseball Bat in Louisville? And we can wear matching ‘I heart NY’ shirts the whole way.”

“Condition number five, no ‘I heart NY’ anything.”

“Spoil-sport. Although I notice you didn’t object to the rest of the road trip ideas,” Stiles smirked as he got up and dumped his apple core in the trash before shouldering his bag. “This is gonna be so great. I’m gonna go home and plan our road trip of awesomeness.”

“Condition six,” Derek started, not even looking up from his book.

“Yeah, yeah, no having fun of any kind, I got it. Don’t be such a sourwolf, Der-bear! You’re not going to regret this.”

“I already am,” Derek replied, shooting Stiles a dry look where he stood in the doorway.

“Uh huh. I don’t need werewolf hearing to know when you’re lying. So I’m just going to take that as a ‘thank you Stiles’.”

Derek let out a huff of amusement as Stiles winked at him and opened the loft door. Derek should have been irritated by Stiles and his presumptuous meddling into his life, but he really wasn’t. Maybe because it reminded him of something Laura would have done. Or maybe because he’d long ago given up on trying to keep Stiles out from under his skin. Instead of being irritated, Derek’s entire body was thrumming with genuine happiness and excitement and the feeling was so foreign by this point that Derek wasn’t sure what to do with it. Part of him wanted to shift and run and let his wolf roll around the place with its tongue lolling out and tail wagging (which obviously he wasn’t going to do because that would be completely ridiculous). And it was all thanks to Stiles. This incredibly smart and brave and impossible kid who really wasn’t even a kid anymore and Derek really did owe his life to multiple times over. Stiles was the one immovable force in Derek’s life – the only one who kept coming back for Derek, the only one who was keeping him alive. And now he was giving him back his life again, helping him back onto the path he was meant to take, the path Laura had fought so hard to push him onto the first time around, but that he’d drifted from and lost sight of when he’d been left all alone without her.

“Stiles?”

“Yeah?” Stiles paused in closing the door behind him, poking his head back inside.

“Thanks.”

Stiles grinned. “Big Apple, here we come!”

#sterek #teen wolf #sterek fic #pre-slash #i got bored at work today and this came out #myfics #myoriginalstuff

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vivalasthedas · 7 years

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Really long stream on consciousness ranting personal family bs

I used to like my mom? I used to love her.

She’s the person who did terrible acting when i decided to make a movie using plush toys when i was 7.

She let us turn the entire downstairs hallway into an ‘art scene’ birds eye view of a dog kennel complete with my idiot friends and me dressed as makeshift dogs. (It was a bit they used to to on either SMart or ArtAttack, I can’t remember which)

She kept me home from school when my pets died, she let me and sister play hooky and took us into London for zero queues at christmas grottoes in stores where the lines oculd be hours.

She was there.

All these things, I don’t remember them. I know them because of pictures I went through with my dad last week and it hurts because I should remember this. I should be able to remember liking her.

But all I remember is her telling me not to react when her twenty year fuck boy partner put my comfort object in the freezer and lied to me about it until i was in hysterics.

Her finding it hilarious when the same fuckhead stole my scooter and rode it around the house and didn’t give it back.

I remember her chasing me around the house to smack me

I remember her shouting at me over the phone when i was at boarding school and had the nerve to be angry that she’d known my cat had died for months and didn’t think to tell me

i remember her being six hours late to pick me up from school

I remember, at 16, hearing the story of how she nearly died of recreational drug abuse in amsterdam, when she had two kids under the age of ten at home and she thought it was hilarious.

I remember her drunk ass passed out on the bathroom floor

Is it fair I only remember the bad? Cause I don’t want to.

But she changed, her relationship with that man changed her and changed our relationship so completely.

We moved without me seeing the house once. I get that you don’t give kids final say, but you involve them in it at least a bit? She lied about letting me take the 11+ and go to a grammer school. She lied until my teacher, months later, took me aside after a practice exam and said my mom never sent in the registration forms she told me she did.

Because she was going to send me to the boarding school that was closer than my sisters day school. At 11 years old they drove past that place 4 times a day to drop off and collect the sister.

I was in the new house for a week before i was sent there.

It never felt like home. There were so many new rules and everything was to be looked at not touched. Because Andy. Fuck boy mcfuckface. From one of those skeevy slimey essex families. Told to bag a rich woman by his parents. Thought things had to Look Perfect and Be Pretty instead of be a home. Thought a kids room with visible toys was Bad.

Thought an 11 year old kid was too old for them.

Also thought he didn’t need to knock on teenagers doors. Repeatedly.

Also thought it was okay to threaten physical violence at 15 year olds and brandish knives at them.

His own BS stopped my mom going home, it stopped us being a part of a family anymore because he didn’t want to go to new york. So We didn’t get christmas with people who knew us, we didn’t get months of summers spent wandering woods and being little shits. We didn’t get random halloweens in a place that actually Did Halloween.

And when we went back he didn’t get that they didn’t like him. The entire family mocked him endlessly and he didn’t get it. That was fun. And years later I found out that my second cousin and most of the family had the same thoughts I did when the mother left us for two weeks to go to Vegas with him and leave us in the care of relatives in NY without really warning them beforehand, and made a habit of that sort of behavior.

That the second she met him, he became priority, and he was.

We moved because it was closer to his work and easier for him to drive. He stopped her doing anything. He made her codependant and helpless.

I know, I’m sure, I think, she used to put up fences and do the actual work at our house. She knew how to use power tools and make shit. She grew up on a working farm and was alone since she was 16 she was capable of so much and being so strong and he took that away from her.

He made her helpless

he fatigued her of all abilitiy.

She can’t do that now. She can’t even put up a shelf, she wont even paint the walls in her house or change a fucking light bulb. He did that.

So I don’t know.

I should know the good. I want to. But she isn’t who i sometimes have flashes of, who she is in those pictures. She isn’t that person anymore because people change, not always for the best.

And I’m so tired of trying sometimes cause we just start fighting. But I should. I want the parent the pictures show her as. I want that woman in my life. I want someone who’d care when i told her big news, not shrug it off. Im going to use tv anaologies again because it’s all i have when talking about parents really, i don’t want an emily gilmore anymore.

I don’t want a grace hanson.

I’m tired of that shit.

I want Roseanne ffs. I want the brush, loud, strong but fiercly protective momma hen i’m told she was and that shows in these pictures and vague memories. But I don’t think that’s going to happen anymore. Because she’s not there.

She’s

I don’t want my entire childhood to not exist until i have physical evidence in front of me jogging ideas of locations and things and animals.

I am angry. I am angry at HIM for doing this. For changing her, for breaking her, for taking away the parent i should’ve had. And I’m pissed off at her for letting it happen. For not caring or trying to have a relationship with her kid. For blaming her 12 year old for being a bitch instead of trying to work on anything. For letting a school of cold catholic nuns raise me more than her. Fuck it, TV raised me more than her. I can pull up 90s sitcom families and mothers so quickly because it’s how i attempt to remember who she was, by putting her in those places.

But is it fair because she wasn’t exactly great anyways. The anger shit, the swearing the lying the shitty alcohol issues those were there already. I have no doubt he exacerbated and enabled, but i don’t think logically it’s all him.

I don’t know if she’d have done so much of the traumatic shit i do remember as a teenager if he hadn’t been there.

Would she have screamed at me and a doctor for fifteen minutes straight about how much of a waste of time it was to take me there when my school told her i needed help.

Would she have said I wasn’t her responsibility because she paid the school to deal with me? And blamed me for my shoes falling apart and her not buying me new ones which got me in trouble so many times because i had to wear trainers or shoes kept together with duct tape.

Would she have ignored the letter I wrote, desperately asking her to help me, begging her to take me seriously, would she have ignored it and then let me never leave my room for two months, get kicked from my A-level courses, and then throw my ‘stupid little letter’ in my face when months later i felt up for trying something new that involved getting away from her.

Would she have noticed that i went from a happy productive older teenager who had a job and read so many papers and had an idea of what they wanted to do with their life when they were thousands of miles away from her, and then when forced to return because of reasons beyond my control, slowly reverted back into that ‘horrible little shit’ as her fuck head ex put it. Would she have seen that and thought Maybe there was a reason.

Would she have thrown things at me and screamed for three hours and locked me in my room because one fucking teacher at a parent teacher thing said i was bad? When my dad, my fucking dad who expected The World, said yeah, that woman had bad shit to say but everyone else, the actual teachers not my tutor, all said i was doing amazingly!

Would she have threatened to kill my dog so many times in front of me because she shed. Or because I pissed her off.

Would she have responded bluntly and rudely when i finally told her, at 17, that i had my first boyfriend and how happy I was.

When I, almost a year later, would tell her we broke up, while fully breaking the fuck down because it hurt so much, have gotten angry at me and said this is why she hated the idea of me dating and then left the room to finish washing dishes.

Would she have made horrid jokes about my sexuality in front of my 13 year old face. Repeatedly.

Would she have mocked me for not wanting to drink or smoke or go out with her and sister when all my experience is her being passed out, or getting shouted at by drunk people

Would I flinch every time her and her fuck head partner got angry, screaming matches turned to broken tvs and bleeding hands and feet

would being outside of my room make me terrified because it meant she could Find Me. Or he could. And that all it took was a bad step to be found.

would she have denied me food and access to healthcare

would she have lied to me about my family dying

I don’t fucking know. I don’t know if i should try, if she is a person worth trying with. But I feel like I missed out. On so much. And I still am.

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The Frog Prince

*screams out of excitement* man I really love this calendar month event, I'm having such a ball. Well, here's another story, hope you don't mind that I didn't involve frogs "No. Bad dog. Shoo, shoo." Hannibal admonishes. There standing in front of his car door is a stray mutt, the same stray mutt that has been following him for the past week. He regrets being kind to the mutt, because now it's constantly following him every where he goes. At first, he couldn't help but feel a little sorrow for the stray, as he had seen it many tines as he past the FBI academy. He watched a couple of kids cruelly attack or trick the dig, leaving him hungry and miserable. So, using the meat from a leftover pig, Hannibal had prepared a warm meal, and brought it to the stray. When the dog had first seen him, he growled and backed away whimpering slightly. It wasn't until Hannibal had crouched down, extending a hand for the dog to sniff and inspect him did the stray finally come bear him without jumping away. Hannibal had then pulled out the prepared and set the dish in front of the stray, he could practically see the drool from the dog before it dug into the meal. Once the dog had finished the warm meal, he tipped happily and ducked his head down, giving Hannibal's hand a soft kiss. Usually, Hannibal would have been disgusted by a creatures saliva in him, but he couldn't help but feel his pride swell at the dog's happiness. When he had left the dog that night, he felt his sins lift off him a little from the good deed he had done, only to be weighted back on him once he left his house to kill a rude. But his meeting with the stray did not stop there, no there second meeting was at Hannibal's work. The stray was snoozing on the stairs to his work, and lifted his head once he heard Hannibal approaching. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the stray, wondering how it knew where he worked. Only to shrug and oat the dogs head, before slipping into his building. Thinking the dog would be gone once he left was a mistake, because one by one his patients came in all noting about the strange dog sleeping on the stairs of his building. Hannibal had assured them the dog was safe, and would not harm them as long as they did not mess with him. For three days he would come to work only to find the dog still there, still sleeping on the staircase, still giving Hannibal shy kisses on his hands. Still questions from his curious patients about the dog, and it's presence. It wasn't until the second day when Hannibal found himself making a meal to go for the dog, and spent his lunch break sitting on the stairs eating with the dog. Who apparently had manners, as it chewed soundlessly, and wiped his mouth when he was finished. Hannibal couldn't help the smile on his face, when the dog whined slightly for extras, before forking over the rest of his meal. Then came the end of the week, and Hannibal was leaving late from his office that night only to find the stray sitting in front of his car. Almost like he wanted Hannibal to take him home. So here he was trying to get the stray to move wo he could go home and sleep, only to see that the mutt was just as stubborn as he was. "Fine. You can come home with me, but only for this night." Hannibal gave, opening the back door of his Bentley, only to watch the dog sit perfectly on the back seat and be mindful if his fur. "Stubborn mutt." The drive home was a little too quiet for someone to have a dig in there back seat, thankfully who wasn't car sick. He watched the stray from the rear view mirror, as it stared out the window in almost saddening silence. When he reached his house, he watched as the happy mutt run up to his door, and wait for him like a dog with years of training. "Your quite smart for a stray on the streets." Hannibal mused, staring down at the dog as he unlocked his front door. The dog wooded at him, before slinking through his front door, a d sniffing at every piece of furniture. Hannibal noted how the dog sniffed the rooms Hannibal walked in, and never strayed from him. He made a small little experiment, by closing a door and waiting to see of the dog ran off, but when he opened the door he saw the stray was standing there waiting for him. He smirked at this. "You can't sleep in ny room, no matter how kind or cute you are. You are not allowed on my bed." Hannibal mused, before leaving to shower. And guess who was laying on his bed when he left from the shower, half naked and wrapped in a towel. The mutt was, looking all to pleased as he wagged his tail when Hannibal glared at him. He gave Hannibal sad blue puppy eyes, and what could have passed as a pout for anyone easily fooled by cuteness. By Hannibal was having none of this. He snapped his fingers, Ponting to the ground, waiting for the stray to get off his bed so he could wipe off the fur. But the stray had just raised an eyebrow at him, saying something along the lines of 'Really?', and wagging his tail when Hannibal groaned. "Just this once, since you haven't destroyed anything, and have been very well trained." He groaned, turning the lights off before slipping into bed. The stray huffed, and scooted away from Hannibal, enough to give them both room. And well, one night became two, which soon became three, which soon turned out to be every night. Which every morning Hannibal found himself making breakfast for both he and the dog, saying to himself that this will be the last day, only to find himself always wooed by the dogs charms and kindness. "I need to give you a name." Hannibal mumbled one afternoon, as he sat reading in the study, the stray resting next to his legs as he sipped wine. Hannibal sat back, letting his mind rave with possibilities and ideas. Not noticing when the stray had jumped off the couch, and went off some where in the study. "Hmmmm...Napolean? No. Constantine? No." He went back and forth, calling names out but none could really fit the dog. That is until the stray came padding right up to him with a book in his mouth. "William Shakespeare? William....Will. Yes, that's a good name, Will, your name is Will." The dig jumped up, woofing excitingly when Hannibal had come home the next day holding a collar. And soon he was bringing along Will every where, at first it was to his work. Claiming that Will was just a service dog, here to protect Hannibal from crazed patients, and to assist with whatever needed. Frankly, he couldn't have been happier to have Will around, especially when Franklin had tried to touch Hannibal. Will had suddenly bolted from where he was seated, and git between the two, growling with hackles raised at Franklin, who bumbled about at the angry mutt. "Will." Hannibal quipped, and suddenly the dog was calmed down, panting like a happy pooch. "I apologies, Franklin but contact with me would not be best, as Will tends to see it as someone trying to attack me." "O-o-oh, right. Of course, Dr. Lecter. See you next meeting?" Franklin stuttered, shoving his sweaty palms into his pockets. "Of course." Hannibal answered, hiding his shear from the disgusting man. When the door was shut, Hannibal gave Will a treat, and thanked him with a scratch behind the ear. "What would I do without you." Hannibal chuckled to himself. Will wooded, and chewed at the homemade treats he was given, wagging his tail delightfully. When Hannibal went home that night, he had almost forgotten his date he was having with Alana. Leaving Will alone with enough food and water for the night, Hannibal had said his goodbyes before leaving. When he came hone it was with Alana in his arms, as he would be needing an alibi for his next victim. She didn't even suspect that he was playing her, but he would let her get lost in his embrace. Or would have, if Will hadn't cone charging through the bedroom door growling and snapping at Alana. "Hannibal! What the Hell!" She guessed jumping away from the man, and onto the bed. Will barked st her, standing guard of Hannibal. "Will, down! She us s guest." Hannibal snapped, pulling at the dog's collar when he didn't give up. Hannibal had to lock him out if his room, as Will would not calm down, growling at the sight of Alana. There were a few whimpers, before Will had growled again and ran off to some other part if the house. "I'm sorry Alana, he usually doesn't act like this, he's very kind and protective of me." Hannibal confessed, soothing Alana with his words. "Maybe you should keep him on a leash if he gets like that again. Anyways, where were we?" "Of course." The next morning, after Alana had left for work, Hannibal had started making Will breakfast, only to notice his dog was nowhere to be seen. "Will?" He called out, setting the knife down and cleaning his hands, before searching for the dog. He looked in the study, the backyard, and his own room, before staring to look through the other room's. And yet, the stray was no where to be seen. He was beginning to worry about his dog's safety, before finding him in a room far off in the back of his house. "Will...come, it's time to eat." Hannibal ordered from the door, watching the dog lay on an empty bed. He saw one of Will's ears flicker towards him, before flattening back down. The dog didn't move, and grumbled slightly when Hannibal came close. "I see. Very well, I'd you decide that your hungry food will be set out for you, but of you just want to pout around all day then don't let me get in your way. I have other things to do." And with that, he left for work, uncertain about the heaviness in his heart as he drove to work. He couldn't pay attention to anything his patients were frying to him, as his mind only ran around as to why Will was so upset. Although he did notice the very rude man that was dragging his dog home, kicking the shivering dog when it tried to stop and sniff at a passing object. Hannibal's frown had increased, and he began to boil with rage. How dare this pig be so low as to kick around a helpless dog, right there Hannibal decided who his next victim would be. "Will?" Hannibal called out while setting his jacket on a hook, and checked the kitchen. His heart wrenched at the sight of the food that he left out, which had not been eaten. Why was Will acting like this? Surely a dog wouldn't understand how human relationships go, or be..jealous of Alana. Dog's can't get jealous, can they? Taking the stairs by two, Hannibal quietly walked over to the room he had found the pouch lying in this morning. Surprised to see that Will was lying in the same spot he had been in the morning, he sighed and walkers over to sit next to the dog. Will growled when he moved a hand close to his head, but Hannibal wasn't going to let some dog scare him off by just growling. Placing his hand on Will's soft fur he began to stroke at his pointed ears, waiting for the dog to fully calm down before speaking. "There was man I saw today after work, he had a dog and wouldn't stop kicking the puppy no matter how many times the dog cried out." Hannibal announced, listening to the soft growls growing from the dog under his hand. "I think I'll kill him tonight." Now that had gotten Will's attention, as the dog sat up on his hind legs, looking straight at Hannibal with full interest. Smiling Hannibal scratched behind Will's ear, and explained his plan to him fully. Will barked and wagged his tail, leaving Hannibal a little worried about himself since he just explained to a dog how he would kill then cook someone. He just shrugged, and waited till night fall. And when the moon was at it's highest peak, and the dark had settled in he left the house. Followed the drunken man and led him to an empty warehouse, where he proceded to kill the man and harvest his organs. Not expecting to see Will waltzing in eight after him, and watching Hannibal work. "You are a very strange dog." Hannibal smiled, before leaning down to kiss Will's snout. Only to have himself thrown backwards by some invisible force, and a blinding light to caste itself in the room. When he looked up again he did not see a once stray mutt sitting there, but a naked man. A very lovely looking naked, with a halo if dark curls, blue eyes which held age and wisdom, and a smile of a predator. The naked man then skipped over to where Hannibal played, pulling him up by his lapels and kissing him on the mouth. Those cruel plush of his did wonders to Hannibal, as he began to clutch at the man's curls and lithe body. "I've been waiting to do that for a long time, Hannibal." The man purred, pressing kisses to Hannibal's chin. "May I ask for an explanation on where my beloved dog went, or is this just a dream because I had a heart attack or something?" He mused, leaning his head back for Will to have more room. "Well you see here Hannibal, I was cursed by a witch after I fed her the meat of her own lived one and child. So she cursed me, and the only way to break the curse is if my soulmate kissed me, of course it did take a long, ling time for me to find another cannibal who would kiss a dog." He explained. "And after a few weeks, ta-da, I'm human once again, and with my soulmate." "I see. That explains the William Shakespeare book, meaning that your name is William. And when Alana came home that night, that's why you were so mean to her, was because I am made for you." Hannibal hummed, running fingers through those dark curls. "Well, not only do you belong to me since we're soulmates, but she's also the witch who cursed me. But she must have gone dumb after the decades, because even I could tell you were feeding me human from the first meal you made me." Will scoffed, pulling at Hannibal's tie, and sucking at his neck. "And now, what will you do, since you are human once again?" "Go back to my old job, duh, there's still a lot of pigs who need to be cooked in this world. And my, my Hannibal have you caught a good one. Shall we?" Hannibal smiled cruelly at Will, pulling at the man's curls to give him a searing kiss. Listening to those beautiful moans that escaped Will's sinful mouth. "We shall. And after that, I think I owe you a night in my bed." "Oh, you don't even know how much you owe me, Hannibal." Together they made a mural of death with the man Hannibal had killed, and when they arrived back at Hannibal's house they fucked like wild animals. Growling and clawing, hissing and scratching at one another, while leaving bites and marks. Hannibal would then wake up the next day to make Will a feast of a breakfast, and explain to him how they were going to kill Alana. Will had practically jumped around in joy at Hannibal's plan, pulling the man in for another kiss which would end with a less in the kitchen. Haha, I love writing. Tomorrow is "Rapunzel" and I probably didn't spell that right, but whatever. I hope you like Kaecilious cause he's going to be in the next event

#hannigram #my writing #hannibal lecter #will graham #alana bloom #hannibaleverafter

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kidkei · 4 years

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PawNews24’s 2019 Gear of the Year

If there’s one factor that drives us loopy, it’s spending our hard-earned cash on one thing that appears helpful for our canines – however breaks inside just some makes use of, or fails to ship something particular. The objects right here, in distinction, are all examined and true. This is stuff that’s value the time, price, and hassle.

Clawguard Scratch Shield $26

GO TO: Clawguard Charlotte, NC clawguard.com

We had been shocked by the simplicity and effectiveness of this product after we first noticed it at a pet merchandise commerce present – a sheet of sturdy plastic that hangs from the doorknob on the inside of your door and covers each your door and the door body, stopping your dog from scratching the door or body. Brilliant!

Clawguard is supposed to hold on the inside of doorways; this assumes a dog who’s inside the home and scratching to get out. As such, it doesn’t intrude with the opening of a door inward. But in case you had been in search of an answer to guard the exterior of a door that swings inward (as in the case of a dog who was locked exterior and was attempting to get in), you’d need to take the Clawguard off the door earlier than opening it.

One aspect of the Clawguard sheet is clean and the different has little ridges. Turn it whichever method you favor: When a dog scratches on the aspect with the ridges, his claws make a loud “scritch!” sounds that is sufficient to dissuade many canines from scratching once more. If you’re extra averse to the noise than your dog, simply flip the Clawguard round.

Clawguard is available in two weights (thicknesses): common and heavy obligation. Doors could be well-protected by the common Clawguard from smaller canines and canines who aren’t strongly invested in scratching, however the heavy-duty could be really useful for canines with separation nervousness or who’ve a well-established behavior of door-destruction.

The firm features a piece of adhesive-backed hook-and-loop fastener that can be utilized to safe the backside of the sheet if wanted; in opinions, we’ve seen some patrons point out that they wanted to purchase extra strips of comparable materials to carry the sheet actually firmly in place – a small value to pay to guard your own home.

Clawguard could be bought instantly from the firm, or for a bit much less from on-line retailers similar to Chewy.com and Amazon.com. The firm doesn’t take cellphone orders however is responsive through e mail.

Pooch Paper 50 sheets: $12

GO TO: Pooch Paper New York, NY littlebooandyou.com

Reducing plastic consumption is an ongoing purpose for a lot of of us, however relating to poop baggage, it’s the place could house owners draw the line. Biodegradeable baggage improved issues considerably, however nonetheless contained plastic – an imperfect answer.

Here’s the first product we’ve discovered that works effectively for selecting up and disposing dog poop that accommodates no plastic in anyway. Pooch Paper a big sheet (about 12 x 12 inches) of recycled, non-chlorine-bleached, coated paper – kind of like wax paper. It’s sturdy sufficient to seize even massive or squishy piles of poop with out breaking or leaking by way of, and upon getting it contained, you simply twist up the edges and carry it by the prime of the bundle till you discover an applicable place to dispose it. And it’s actually, really, totally biodegradable and compostable.

Folks who’re accustomed to selecting up after which carrying dog waste for a ways will undoubtedly miss the handles of their environmentally unpleasant plastic baggage. But if the poop it’s a must to choose up doesn’t need to be carried far, you’ll discover this paper greater than sufficient for maintaining your arms and the earth equally clear.

Pooch Paper is available in a field of 50 folded sheets for $12 for many customers; dog daycare or shelters could be curious about a field of 4,000 flat sheets for $450. Purchase on-line from the producer’s Etsy retailer (Etsy.com/shop/littlebooandyou)

“Raising the worst dog ever” $20

GO TO: “Raising the Worst Dog Ever” DDTA Publishing, 2019

Books which can be written to tell do that finest once they have a narrative to inform. Dog coach Dale M. Ward’s new ebook Raising the Worst Dog Ever: A Survival Guide (DDTA Publishing, 2019) exemplifies this notion. This ebook is first an intensive, fascinating, and progressively minded puppy-raising information, written for house owners who want to “do things right” with their new member of the family. Second, it’s a private and touching memoir of Ward’s life with canines generally, and with one dog particularly, her Labrador Retriever, Wylie (aka “The Best/Worst Dog Ever”).

The ebook begins with the creator’s relocation to a distant space in Wisconsin’s Northwoods area together with her new husband. Isolated and infrequently alone in an unfamiliar neighborhood, Ward decides to convey a brand new dog into her life – enter pet Wylie. Ward tells the story of Wylie’s journey interwoven into her personal private story, utilizing a sequence of occasions and adventures that they encounter collectively throughout Wylie’s life. This partaking strategy is riveting and entertaining – and an extremely useful instructing software. Each vignette features a part at the finish that gives pertinent dog-raising recommendation. Ward not solely delivers wonderful dog coaching info (and the science that helps it), but additionally consists of reams of info concerning dog conduct, the significance of day by day routines, canines’ train and enrichment wants, security and accountable dog possession, and well being – all issues that new house owners must know and might profit from.

While Ward directs her recommendation to new pet house owners, the breadth and depth of dog coaching and conduct info on this ebook can be useful to everybody from seasoned dog house owners to skilled trainers. Ward’s and Wylie’s private tales are poignant and endearing, and the creator’s message is uplifting. I discovered myself falling in love with candy Wylie and revisiting many of my very own cherished canines from years previous. This is a ebook for curling up subsequent to your canines, hugging them shut, and following the journey of Wylie and Dale’s life collectively.

The additional advantage is that additionally, you will be taught loads about reward-based and dog-centered coaching strategies alongside the method. Ward is the proprietor of Dale’s Dog Training Academy, LLC, situated in northeast North Carolina. Dale is a licensed Victoria Stilwell Positively Dog Trainer (VSPDT), a Fear Free Certified Professional Dog Trainer, and a licensed Family Paws Parent Educator. Readers will profit from Ward’s dog coaching expertise and information – and be entertained and moved by her tales of life with Wylie. – Linda P. Case

“Canine Enrichment for the Real World” $20

GO TO: “Canine Enrichment for the Real World” Dogwise Publishing, 2019

I’m an enormous fan of making canines’ lives as enriched as attainable, full of alternatives for them to have interaction in very doggy actions, train for his or her our bodies and brains, and challenges which can be inside their skills to unravel (however not too simple). But even so, I questioned how somebody may suppose of sufficient enriching actions and toys to fill a small ebook, a lot much less a 230-page ebook!

Silly me; that’s far from all the ebook discusses; it’s not only a record of video games and meals puzzles that your dog would possibly take pleasure in. The authors clarify that enrichment is not only giving our canines issues to do or creating an atmosphere that appears good to us. Rather, they are saying, “Enrichment is learning what our dogs needs really are and then structuring an environment for them that allows them, as much as feasible, to meet those needs.”

They add: “If we don’t understand who dogs are as a species or what their needs actually are, the enrichment process will not get very far. If we rely on myths, misunderstandings, and romanticized notions abut dogs, we are bound to miss the mark when trying to enrich them. For this reason, this book covers a much broader range of topics than most people might expect from a book about enrichment. This isn’t just about toys and play. It’s about who dogs are, the entire spectrum of their physical, behavioral, and instinctual needs, and how we can meet those needs as a part of our daily routine.”

The authors have utterly and engagingly succeeded in describing what canines want in an effort to be behaviorally, mentally, and emotionally wholesome and the way, in sensible and readily achievable methods, we will present these issues to the companions we love a lot.

The authors are extremely educated animal conduct consultants (they every have CDBC, CPDT-KA, and SBA certifications) who work with all companion animal species and have intensive dog coaching résumés. They make the behavioral science that underpins their suggestions accessible to even novice house owners and engaging to even very skilled trainers. I’ll be sending copies of this ebook residence with each foster dog or pet I place any further. – Nancy Kerns

BreezeGuards $260 pair

GO TO: Mutt Managers Woodinville, WA (866)653-5631 breezeguard.com

Any of you ever convey your dog with you in the automobile? Of course! Don’t all of us? But it’s gotten increasingly more worrisome, particularly if we park the automobile and go away our canines inside for even the quickest errand. When we go away the home windows cracked solely a bit, we run the threat of both our canines being too heat or individuals pondering (erroneously) that our canines are too heat – and if we decrease the home windows an excessive amount of, we run the threat that somebody would possibly attain inside and steal our dog, or that our dog jumps out!

Enter BreezeGuards: custom-made welded metal wire mesh cage panels or “screens” that suit your automobile’s window opening. They are offered in units of two, to make sure a cross-breeze in your automobile, and set up from the inside of the car to permit totally free motion of the window glass, so you’ll be able to go away them in place if you get again in the automobile, activate the air con, and shut the home windows.

They are additionally sturdy sufficient to include even a big dog who’s motivated to flee your automobile. If you’ve gotten considerations about this, watch the set up instruction video on the producer’s web site; you’ll see how these usually are not simply mounted by the strain of the window, like the low-cost plastic screens offered elsewhere. BreezeGuards are custom-made in your precise car mannequin (in order that they match the window opening totally and exactly) and have anchors that slide down into the door, between the window glass and the door body. You can go away them in place and drive with the window open or closed, and open and shut the automobile door usually.

BreezeGuards are made in Washington state and can arrive about three weeks after ordering. Everyone we all know who already has them says they’ll by no means have one other automobile with out them.

Ventlock $20 – $36

Want to extend the airflow in your parked automobile much more – once more, with out permitting somebody to achieve in and steal your safely crated dog or different belongings? Then you could be on this ingenious little product, which lets you prop open your automobile’s tailgate, rear hatch, or perhaps a aspect door, whereas concurrently stopping the locked door from being opened sufficient for anybody to achieve inside and take issues.

The Ventlock is a metal rod that connects to each ends of the locking mechanisms that latch and lock your automobile hatch or door. It is available in lengths starting from 4 inches (to be used with uncrated canines in cooler climate) to 24 inches (for canines in massive crates solely, as a result of in any other case they may escape, and small crates could possibly be stolen).

GO TO: Clean Run South Hadley, MA (800)311-6503 cleanrun.com

There are photographs on the Clean Run web site that present the Ventlock being utilized in many alternative methods, with many differing types of vehicles and vans. Watch the demonstration video, too, so you’ll be able to see how the software is used, and the way simple it’s to placed on and take off (so long as you’ve gotten the keys to the automobile!).

If you used an appropriately sized Ventlock on a automobile’s rear hatch together with BreezeGuards, you’d have as a lot air coming by way of the automobile as attainable, with as a lot safety in your dog as attainable. Sounds like a terrific tactic for anybody who travels loads with a dog.

PetAmI waterproof dog blanket $21

When you’ve gotten canines, having just a few waterproof blankets round is useful, particularly in the winter. Waterproof blankets can maintain your automobile seats dry and clear, even when your dog decides to put down in that vast puddle proper earlier than leaving the dog park. They will help your dog get heat and dry after coming again inside from going potty – with out making your couch scent like damp dog. And if in case you have an older dog with occasional urinary incontinence or one who leaks urine whereas sleeping, waterproof blankets are a godsend, stopping the must launder cumbersome dog beds or your individual mattress comforter – simply pop the blanket in the washer.

But when a good friend really useful this blanket to us as a possible Gear of the Year entry, we had been frankly doubtful. One aspect of the blanket is fleecy; the different is clean. It simply doesn’t seem like the kind of blanket that might be waterproof. Most of the waterproof mattress covers and blankets we’ve seen weren’t very inviting materials; they largely appeared kind of canvas-like. This blanket appears fluffy and tender!

GO TO: PetAmi Waterproof Dog Blanket amazon.com

We expressed our skepticism – to which our good friend responded with a video she made, the place she poured a glass of water over the blanket so we may see the water pool on the prime, after which run proper off when she held the blanket upright. Well, all proper!

Our good friend has a 70-pound dog who generally experiences urinary incontinence whereas asleep, and this blanket, our good friend says, has contained the complete, um, problem on a couple of event. In the 9 months our good friend has owned it, she has washed the blanket a quantity of occasions and says it’s nonetheless repelling the occasional accident – and demonstration!

Available in a minimum of a dozen colours and patterns. Our solely bone to choose: The PetAmi Waterproof blanket is barely 30 by 40 inches.

Zee.Bed $90 – $120

Have you ever purchased one of these space-age mattresses that comes tightly wrapped – a heavy, dense roll of compressed foam that expands to a number of occasions its dimension when reduce free of the wrapping? If so, and in case you love sleeping in that mattress – effectively, you simply would possibly love this comparable mattress in your dog, too.

The core of the Zee.Bed is a “viscoelastic foam” – a kind of reminiscence foam that breathes and molds itself to your dog, regardless of his resting posture. It’s molded in a rectangle, with a raised edge that serves as a pillow for canines with a sprawled sleeping model or gently accommodates canines who sleep curled in a ball. The mattress’s base options anti-slip rubber nubs that maintain the mattress in place, and its cowl has an all-the-way-round zipper that permits for ridiculously simple elimination and alternative after washing. The Zee Bed is available in two sizes: the Small is 22 x 25 inches; the Large is 28 x 32.

Zee.Dog says it takes about three hours for the mattress’s foam, maximally compressed for transport, to puff as much as its final, cushiony thickness. Less than an hour into the growth course of, our check dog checked out the mattress. After just a few exploratory sniffs and circles, he deemed it higher than all the different beds scattered round our workplace, and wouldn’t get off till dinnertime.

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Zee.Dog provides a $40 to $60 “Watershield” mattress cowl as an adjunct. It’s a skinny artificial ripstop material that’s meant for use to cowl the foam core of the mattress, underneath the Zee.Bed’s microfiber cowl, stopping any liquid from reaching the foam (the reminiscence foam, like your individual reminiscence foam mattress, is just not meant to be washed).

The firm doesn’t take cellphone orders however is responsive through e mail.

Lakse Kronch Pocket trainers $6

Look, we all know that treats that consist solely of recent roasted meat or aromatic cheese are what dog trainers imply once they counsel utilizing high-value treats. But generally, you want a deal with that’s smells tremendous fascinating to your dog however that you would be able to carry in the pocket of your denims or skirt – a dry deal with that’s nonetheless of sufficiently high-value for coaching in even a really distracting atmosphere. That’s the place Lakse Kronch Pocket Trainers excel!

GO TO: Kronch USA Sanford, NC (866)457-6624 kronchusa.com

These treats are made with salmon (76%) and potato meal (24%) – that’s all. The maker calls them “pocket treats” as a result of many dog house owners take pleasure in placing the dried treats of their pockets for dog walks with out having to fret about the scent of salmon being left on their clothes. But imagine us: Dogs can scent the deliciousness.

Kronch USA says the salmon in the treats is recent, by no means frozen, Norwegian salmon that’s processed inside 24 hours of being caught. The treats include no ethoxyquin or different preservatives and are made in Denmark. They make terrific, behavior-building treats or very wholesome dietary supplements in your dog.

Note: We bought from CleanRun.com.

Lotus Ball $12

Treat Hugger $9

The Lotus Ball is just not actually a ball – it’s so lightweight that you would be able to’t throw it very far; it’s extra of a treat-dispensing toy.

But it’s not the kind of food-puzzle that you just give to your dog to occupy his time when you are engaged in one thing else.

The Lotus Ball (and the Treat Hugger) belong to a class of their very own: toys that maintain meals however are used for coaching lures and/or rewards. The toy side is most reinforcing to some canines – and once they uncover that there are scrumptious treats inside, it makes the toy much more rewarding. Food-motivated canines can be drawn to the aroma of the treats you stash inside, however must work for a second to get at the treats – and most conduct consultants agree that the anticipation of the deal with is sort of extra reinforcing than the deal with itself!

An added bonus is that you would be able to throw these treat-laden toys, serving to to ship a reward to your dog at a distance from your self – very helpful for sports activities coaching!

The Lotus Ball is designed a bit like a flower, with three stuffed mesh “petals” that join alongside their edges with a hook-and-loop (Velcro-like) fastener. The mesh makes the aroma of the treats inside very accessible, tantalizing your dog and motivating him to make use of his paws and mouth to open the toy to achieve them.

The Lotus Ball is offered in three sizes: Mini, Small, and Medium. Clean Run additionally sells a Lotus Ball Braided Fleece Tug ($15) – a fleece Lotus Ball with an 18-inch fleece-braided “tail.”

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The Treat Hugger operates in the similar method, however has no hook-and-loop fastener to decelerate the dog who has earned the deal with. Instead the deal with is held in a crevice in the heart of the toy; it’s a lot simpler to get it out, making this toy extra applicable for puppies or canines who don’t have sturdy foraging expertise. Also, some canines are averse to the “ripping” sound that hook-and-loop fasteners make when torn aside; the Treat Hugger has no Velcro-like fasteners, making it extra very best for these sound-sensitive canines. It additionally accommodates extra stuffing than the Lotus Ball and so appeals extra to canines who particularly like stuffed toys.

If your dog will get rapidly bored of the standard treats or toys, or will get distracted simply, these toys could be simply the ticket. They are nice instruments for serving to you retain your dog eager and centered – eyes on the prize(s)!

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I Have 2 Master's Degrees & Make $53K As A Math Specialist In Education

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I Have 2 Master's Degrees & Make $53K As A Math Specialist In Education

In our series Salary Stories, women with long-term career experience open up about the most intimate details of their jobs: compensation. It’s an honest look at how real people navigate the complicated world of negotiating, raises, promotions, and job loss, with the hope it will give young women more insight into how to advocate for themselves — and perhaps take a few hazards along the way.

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Age: 33 Current Locating: Detroit, MichiganCurrent Industry& Title: K-1 2 Education, Math SpecialistStarting Salary: $28,000 in 2007 Current Salary: $53,500 Number Of Years Employed: 10 Biggest Salary Jump: $9,565 in 2016( from $37,467 to $47,032) Biggest Salary Drop: $14,000 in 2008( from $28,000 to $14,000)

Biggest Salary Negotiation Regret: “With teaching salaries, you can’t genuinely negotiate for a different salary but can negotiate for’ steps, ’ or years of service. I wish I had pushed back on the pay freeze, because people were get hired for what I’m currently inducing now who had fewer years of experience. Appearing back, this was a big unhappines, because I realized that I should always be negotiating when it is necessary to salary. When and if I switch postures again, I will make sure that I advocate for my years of service and fight for what I’m worth.”

Best Salary-Related Advice: “Even though it’s teach, you are able to negotiate. There are ways to get your worth for your position. For instance, in Michigan, you can Google any district and get it entire pay scale. Sometimes one district will have a very different pay level, so it’s good to come in with that information and have already done your research.”

“There was a task carnival at my Midwestern university, and representatives from this North Carolina school district were there. We lined up and waited at a table and did a pre-interview. I was contacted by four different schools within a couple of weeks, so I went down to Charlotte and interviewed with all four over the course of a weekend. I get offers at all four schools, and they were all in most varied areas, so I made my decision based on where I knew other people were going to be living and the commute time from those neighborhoods to the schools.

“One school had a similar demographic to where I had done my student teaching, and I would be teaching a similar grade level, so that helped me induce my decision. The offer was for $28,000 for ten months’ work. I did not negotiate; I was fresh out of college and didn’t even know negotiating existed.”

“My father passed away instead unexpectedly shortly before I graduated from college. In hindsight, I was not in a place to move across the country — but I didn’t realise it at the time. The school where I was running had hired too many educators, so they aimed up literally putting all of the new hires’ names into a suitcase and depicting names of people who had to transfer schools. I was one of the names chosen and ended up get transferred to a school that was a 40 -minute commute from where I lived. I didn’t want to take this task and I was still mourning, so I decided to just go back home to Michigan.

“At this time there were very few teaching employment opportunities in Michigan, so I objective up having to replace teach. I was very fortunate to have a lot of friends whose parents were teachers, so the issue is nice about allowing me to substitute. There is an agency that contracts out replace teachers, so I would sit on the website and refresh the page and get undertakings that style, as well.

“I was able to build relationships with schools, and I ended up replacing almost every day, at the least 20 days a month and sometimes closer to 25. I worked in five districts mainly, but that offered me a lot of job opportunities. Towards the end of the year, I had more regular replace schedule and would pick up random undertakings as well as they came up.”

“I taught swim lessons all through high school and college, so when I moved back to Michigan, I picked up a chore where I taught swimming a couple of times a week for extra money. I would usually teach two evenings a week and Saturday mornings. It was a very hodge-podge side thing but it was really the only route to have enough income to pay student loans.”

“I was subbing one day and considered an ad looking for teachers abroad. Because I’m lacking in foreign speech skills, I was excited to find an ad for England. They had a teaching shortage in certain neighborhoods in London, so I applied, did a phone interview, and they offered me a position.

“I was hired as a teacher who covered other teachers’ prep day( this job doesn’t exist in the U.S .). I would teach several subjects, including math, religion, art, and P.E. It was like a floating educator chore. The second year that I was at the school, I taught one grade level, which was the U.S. equivalent of third grade, and taught all subjects.

“In the UK, they had a cool thing where they have a special housing project — essentially a dorm — just for teachers. So I lived with other educators from all over the U.K ., U.S ., and other British Commonwealth countries. We all had our own rooms but shared a kitchen and bathrooms. Our rent was ridiculously inexpensive, which left us with lots of money leftover. It was easy to gratifies other people, and it worked out really nicely.

“Overall, this was an amazing possibility because I was able to work in the U.K. for two years without dual taxation and made a very livable wage, and I was able to travel cheaply across Europe on school breaks.”

“Due to changing visa restrictions, I had to return to the United States. Before I left London, I started applying for other work, but couldn’t find anything. So I went back to substitute teaching when I got back, and thankfully I was able to find a long-term replace job.

“In this case, the art educator at the school had discontinued proportion route through the year, but the school didn’t have enough fund to hire a new person. So I got to stay on as a substitute art teacher posture for the rest of the year.

“I was paid the standard subbing day rate, and there was no opportunity to negotiate, once again. At this point, I was unsure if I wanted to keep teaching and was interested in educational policy so I was applying for grad school and thinking of looking at other options, though I planned to finish out the year.”

“I decided to pursue a Master’s degree in policy and administration within education. As a educator in Michigan, you can get a pay increase after procuring a master’s, so I thought this was a good way to raise my salary. Additionally, I knew administrative tasks paid more than classroom teach, and I wanted the option to become a principal in the future.

“Since I was already subbing, and full-time teaching jobs were scarce, I took a risk with going back to school. But I figured at this point taking time to go to grad school was a worthwhile investment, plus I hoped that maybe in a year or so the job climate would change, and I’d have better luck finding a job.

“During my program, I had work-study jobs in research and student tutoring, as well as a field instructor stance with the university where I ran and observed teachers who were in the Teach for America program in Detroit. I also had an internship as a principal, this helped me realize that I like working with teachers and talking about their practice. Getting to go to different colleges and work with teachers allowed me to ensure a lot and learn a great deal about teaching. I realized that I really liked is speaking to teaching math with educators, so that led me for the purposes of wanting to pursue something with math and education at the elementary level.”

“When I interviewed for this position, “there werent” published salary scale. They initially offered me $30,500. I told them that I needed more, especially because I had my administration credential, 5 years of experience, and a math endorsement that is pretty hard to come by. I pushed back and told them I supposed I deserved $45,000, and they said no.

“We went back and forth for a while and finally settled on $37,500. This whole process felt weird because educators aren’t typically trained to even think about negotiating for their wages since everything is already laid out in publicly available salary scales. Also, it’s a woman-dominated industry and generally females are paid fewer and aren’t encouraged to negotiate. I didn’t have a ton of preparation but I did realize that I could push back and argue for what I felt I was worth.

“This position allowed me to get more experience within administration. I learned a lot, especially about Title 1 Laws and the paperwork elements of running a school, but I didn’t do a ton of work with kids. I mostly did administrative run which wasn’t my interest. On top of that, the charter management company was for-profit, which I didn’t like at all.

“In Michigan, they allow for-profit companies to manage charter schools, which means these companies can make a profit off of public funds. Whereas in public school the money goes directly back to the kids, here the CEO of the charter school could give themselves a nice hefty salary and there’s not a lot of oversight. Since it was a for-profit school, “there werent” room for negotiation and they weren’t interested in stimulating assured that educators were paid well or had good health benefits. We also had no retirement options. There are other states that merely permit nonprofits to manage charter schools, but Michigan is one of a handful that allows for-profit manufacturers to do this.

“Staff turnover at this school was huge. Within my year at the school, two-thirds of the teachers left for other schools or quit teaching wholly. It was a challenging place to remain positive. It’s really hard to have a school that functions well when employees are constantly leaving and there’s such low morale.”

“Although this was a lateral pay move, I actually ended up with take-home pay due to insurance premiums and public employee retirement contributions.

“Due to financial issues, the district was not allowing anyone to transfer years of experience, so when I was hired I was told I would start at the very bottom of the master’s pay scale. Still, I wanted to get into the public school system, and I liked the school district. It was a very diverse school and had a lot of English-language learners which I really liked.

“What was additionally frustrating was that my pay was frozen for my first three years, which entailed none of us received pay increases. I didn’t realize that I was not only starting at the bottom of the pay scale, but that I would not be able to increase my salary. I should have done more research. While the principal was upfront about the fact that pay wasn’t great when she offered me the job, I didn’t think to ask about the pay scale and trajectory of the position. It was disillusioning, but what the school being provided in other ways made it worthwhile. I enjoyed this chore much more than the previous position as I was now working with students more and doing less paperwork.”

“I got a grant to go for another master’s degree for free. The program was related to teaching English language learners, and I took class in the evenings part-time. The course run was focused on reading and writing, and since I had largely taught math I thought it would be better to make a switch to a room where I would actually be teaching reading and writing.

“I took a risk and devoted it a try at another school. The district finally came out of fiscal oversight, which was what had legislated the hiring freeze and tightened its own budget — and everyone got a significant pay bump. But it also meant that people who were new hires were attaining more than I had attained in my first three years. It was a very frustrating time for a lot of educators because we had worked for so little money for so long, and then suddenly these restrictions were eliminated.”

“When I had one more semester left of my grad program, I applied for an assistant principal posture in the same district. I didn’t get it, but they mentioned they were going to open up the math expert posture and encouraged me to apply for that again.

“I was offered the job, and I tried to negotiate my salary, but I was told that they couldn’t move me on the salary scale because I had already been in the position before. They basically gave me the runaround. With union contracts, there are lots of positives, but sometimes it’s hard to negotiate without causing issues. But I loved math and decided to take the job and felt okay with government decisions. Even so, I received our annual step increase that came with per year of service. With each step, there is a coinciding increased number of salary, so I didn’t have to start off right where I left off previously.

“I was a little nervous at first as I guessed I was ready to jump into an administrative role, but I had a lot of strong relationships with the kids at the school, and I love teaching math. I was excited to go back to just teaching. With the funding changes, I no longer had to work with small groups of kids who were struggling in math, I could actually co-teach with other teachers and come into their classrooms, which I really enjoyed.”

“Along with the rest of the educators in the district, I received our annual step increase, which came with another salary bump. I also completed my second Master’s which allowed for an additional $500 per year more than the step increase.

“Right now I’m feeling fairly content with where I am. I’m building enough money to feel comfy, given the relatively inexpensive cost of living in Michigan. I still have student loan indebtednes, so it will still be a while until I out-earn the debt I took on to get my degrees. This said, I have no regrets because my education brought me to where I am now and gave me some unique experiences, allowing me to transition to a non-classroom role.

“I do like the position that I am currently in, and if I make a move career-wise I think it will most likely be to a principal or assistant undertaking, which would come with a significant pay bump. I now know that, while I may not be able to negotiate a unique salary, I can use my experience to negotiate more steps. So if I’m ever to change districts, there’s no way I would consider going down to the bottom of the pay scale ever again.”

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...000. INTRODUCTION.

helloooo lovelies ! my name is evan (he/him), i’m twenty-two and from the gmt timezone ! i’m super excited for this to open because i’ve got so much muse right now. i’m down for any and all plots, seriously, i love plotting ! this is calvin, he’s an angry mess of a character, but he’s fun to play, so ! if you just wanna get to know the character, you can skip past the other sections and just focus on personality, i’ve also put some wanted connections in there too ! if you would like to plot, then either shoot me a message here or on discord (heterosexual? how vintage!#8600) or alternatively, like this post and i will message you !

caution: alcohol, drugs, mental health, death.

›› ✱ xavier serrano, cismale, he/him. you’ve met calvin marx, right? they’re around twenty-three and a twitch streamer. they’re all about thrift store clothing and the faint smell of cologne and cigarettes, hence why they’re known as the spitfire around town. everyone knows them to be pretty gregarious but i’ve heard they’re actually sort of volatile, too… don’t tell them i said that, okay?

...001. BRIEF HISTORY.

calvin grew up very underprivileged for the first 11 years of his life in brooklyn, ny.

these issues remained untreated, due to his mother putting it down to the ‘boys will be boys’ ideology, and concluding that calvin was just an energetic one at that.

calvin, his sister and mother were all moved to his home in cherrybrooks, which calvin struggled to adjust to, as he missed his friends back north.

now having access to as much money as he want led him down an early path into experimenting with drugs and alcohol, which soon became a bad habit.

although he wanted to drop out of school, his new step-father would not allow it, which became a large source of conflict for the family over the course of the next few years.

...002. PERSONALITY.

calvin is very much a boys boy, he genuinely abides by the bible of ‘ bros before hoes ‘ because he’s stupid.

...003. TRAITS.

[ G R E G A R I O U S ] (+) — a person fond of company; sociable.

[ I N T U I T I V E ] (+) — using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.

[ F O R T H R I G H T ] (+) — direct and outspoken.

[ V O L A T I L E ] (-) — liable to change rapidly and unpredictably, especially for the worse.

[ V E N G E F U L ] (-) — not willing to forgive or excuse people’s faults or wrongdoings.

[ H E D O N I S T I C ] (-) — engaged in the pursuit of pleasure; sensually self-indulgent.

...004. WANTED CONNECTIONS.