#baby lead weaning

[yellowballoonx]

#cartoon #baby #steak #baby lead weaning #food #cooking

[titushealthtech]

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[despazito]

could u elaborate on "parrots make bad pets"? not disagreeing (far from it) just interested to see your take! looking to learn more about this

(i've gotten this ask before so please don't mind i'm just gonna paste a writeup i did a while ago)

There’s a blog run by an animal behaviourist who specializes in parrots that i really enjoy reading, she has a very good writeup on the state of companion parrots as an industry: The Inconvenient Truth About Cockatoos

so basically the average person usually cannot meet the needs of a parrot, especially medium and ESPECIALLY large species. they are long lived, extremely social and intelligent animals who are very demanding if you are their only companion. in my mind the most 'ethical' pet parrot setup is having some pairs of budgies in a dedicated bird room filled with foraging enrichment and doing some basic command training as a bird-human bonding activity instead of cuddles.

most pet parrots are hand reared or even hatched in incubators by breeders and are never given a chance to be raised by their parents, and virtually none stay with their parents until a natural weaning age before getting sold. which is wild considering it is fucking ILLEGAL to do that to puppies or kittens.

A parrot isn't really born wired for human companionship in the same way that a dog or cat is. they imprint on their parents which sets the blueprint of their kin, and they generally want to only form extremely close bonds with others of their kin. To get a very people-oriented parrot, it has to think it’s people.

This is different from the socializing practiced in raising cats and dogs or acclimating ferals to people. socializing means exposure to things so that the animal doesn't grow up to see the target as a threat, and ultimately that the target is something that can be very rewarding to spend time around. A dog raised with its mother and socialized to people still understands that it's a dog, it can get along with other dogs, but can also form strong bonds to people. They actually read both dog and human body language and legitimately have an awareness that we are different species.

The companion parrot is raised to think it’s people, and as a result many lose the ability to form bonds with their own kind. in fact the reason many breeders remove eggs or chicks from the nest is arguing that the parent birds don’t really know how to raise their chicks- because they themselves were hand reared and never learned how to parent from their parents! it seems that, like us, parenting isn't perfectly hardwired in parrots and they need to learn the skill from their families, oftentimes even staying to help their parents raise younger siblings!

That's why it's not at all uncommon for pair bonded breeding birds to be sold as a completely separate product from companion birds in many aviary operations. there's so many ads for people selling breeding parrots that fucking hate humans or are semi tame specifically listed for sale as breeders not as pets:

then their babies are bred for the pet market so they are taken either before or right after hatching to get hand reared and imprinted onto humans, because a parrot-bonded parrot just won't be as interested in forming those close human companionships you see in viral videos. this isn't the case for all aviaries, i want to acknowledge there are smaller scale breeders who have tamer breeding birds, but big producers can have borderline feral pairs and the point i'm trying to make is when you socialize a parrot to either the human world or parrot world, it's often at the expense of the other.

most trouble starts once the parrot begins reaching the age of sexual maturity. they stop being openly cuddly to most people, and will try to pair bond with their primary caretaker. It's not uncommon for this to lead to aggression towards other family members because parrots don't share partners, they can even do this to babies they are jealous of!

But a human can't become a suitable mate substitute for a parrot, and some of their mating behaviours such as regurgitating on you can seem straight up gross so the human then shuns the parrot and shuts down their advances. this can make your bird become very sexually frustrated that can lead to more unwanted behaviours and even health emergencies such as prolapse. we lead them on by stroking their chest and backs (only something bonded pairs do, you are essentially jerking off your parrot when you do this..) then reject them with no other outlet for their natural urges, and spaying/neutering isn't an option either! so they're stuck in a psychological purgatory of being unable to fulfill their instincts. and if they're in an understimulating environment and left alone for most of the day in addition to all that, frankly i think that's just an awful life to give to an animal we allegedly love!

we essentially alienate them, and when they don’t have people around to meet their extremely high social needs because you work a 9-5, even if there are other birds around, the lonely or frustrated human-bonded parrot can become depressed and self mutilate.

parrots that were left with their parents, are raised as parrots, and weaned at their own natural pace overwhelmingly do not exhibit these destructive behaviours.

 a productive relationship with a pet parrot is one that fosters independence, not dependence, on the human companion. the most responsible parrot owners should strive to act more as a zookeeper to their parrot instead of cuddling it and creating a ‘velcro’ bird glued to the hip, and socialize with them via training sessions instead of letting their birds indulge in pair bonding behaviours like petting and preening which leads to sexual frustration and aggression or self mutilation.

Ultimately I believe any parrot hand reared and imprinted onto humans is some degree of psychologically damaged and suffers from the parrot equivalent of a developmental trauma, they have been robbed of a normal parrot life and it cannot be undone.

SO many parrot rescues are completely flooded with unwanted pets, many with tough behavioural challenges (for example it's not uncommon for parrots to be reactive to an entire gender, so that cuts the adopter pool immediately in half). and these patterns can be difficult to break especially without the aid of a behaviourist. and the thing still has another 40 years of life left in it but nobody wants to adopt because it's another "crazy bitey bird that hates everyone", has reached sexual maturity so it's no longer as friendly, and it's much easier to start from scratch so folks choose to just buy another baby and keep the cycle going.

And none of that even touches on the rampant poaching that keeps supplying the trade in many parts of the world. and that's why everyone should have domestic chickens or pigeons.

#i added a bit oop #its a child that cannot move out and may live up to 70

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

Crack fic where Maedhros and Maglor have no concept of half elven ages

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"We can't take them back with us," Maedhros said.

"They're just children though, they won't survive on their own!"

"That's exactly the point!"

"What do you mean? I know children won't be much use in the fortress, but we can feed two spare mouths."

"They're far too young for us to be able to care for them."

"Come on, they look like they're at least twenty. I'm sure they know calculus and how to spin by now, even if they're not yet tall and strong enough for more."

"You haven't been keeping track of diplomatic news, or indeed of time at all. We sacked Doriath not three decades ago, and Elwing their mother was an infant then."

"Humans grow fast." Maglor shrugged. "She obviously grew enough to have children, and within a year or two."

"Gil-Galad mentioned that Elwing gave birth to twin boys in a letter only six years ago. And before you ask, I'm sure she didn't also have older children, these were very clearly the first heirs for the Iathrim."

"What? But - they're so tall!"

"Like you say, men grow fast. They grow unevenly though, without enough time to learn everything properly. Those boys may not even know their letters, or how to identify pewter from lead."

"At six years old, what do they even eat? Celebrimbor nursed until he was nearly eight!"

"They might be old enough to survive weaning, but I'm not sure, and we have no one breastfeeding in our camp at the moment, without anyone born since the Nirnaeth."

"I've heard of using cow's milk or sheep's milk to feed babies, rather than just making cheese. Do you think they'd tolerate it?"

"Maybe, but we can't be sure. It's better to leave them here with all the other people who's homes we destroyed; there were enough babies wailing during the battle someone can surely take in the princes."

"Perhaps, if anyone finds them in the next day. Most people fled the city, and I doubt they'll return before the fires die down."

"I'm not going to take in infants just to let them starve."

"Me neither! But I can ask them if they're weaned. They understand Sindarin, and talk, at least enough to call for their mother."

"A child that young will just say they eat nothing but honey and cake, if you let them choose their diet."

"If they know they like cake, that means they can eat solids, and I'll give them normal food."

"Fine. You can ask them, and if they're weaned they'll survive as well with us as any where else."

"And if they're not?"

"I send a couple scouts to follow the sounds of screaming children and deliver two more."

"Maedhros!"

"What? I can't bring their mother back, nor can my most imperious command make someone lactate."

"So you're giving up?"

"No, I already told you my plan." Maedhros sighed. "And I will send a few people to look for goats or ewes we can take with us. We already sacked the city; might as well loot it."

"You're convinced to make everything the most horrible possible."

"Excuse me for being pessimistic when our brothers just died for nothing."

"Fine, I'm going."

"Good."

#silm #silmarillion #my fic #kidnap fam #kidnap dads #maedhros #maglor #inspred by that post going around about babies in fantasy settings raised in caves

[rachiesratirementhome]

It looks funny right? You think it looks funny. I do too. But she isn't quite ready to live her whole life, so be respectful and shit.

Babcia here is rocking a moult cap, the signature of a baby being around 4-5 weeks of age. A baby with a moult cap is too young to be adopted out. They might be weaned, but at this age mark they're still learning the social skills that will enable them to thrive in a colony environment with other ratties.

Ratties adopted at this age are at a significantly higher risk of behavioural issues that often lead them being rehomed for reasons as simple as having not had the time to learn their first social skills. When adopting, make sure you are looking for ratties that are a minimum of 8 weeks or older. When looking for a breeder, make sure you choose ethical breeders who consider the emotional and social wellbeing of their animals. Prioritise health, wellbeing and temperament over a cute tiny animal, because often those cute tiny animals are terrified and haven't finished growing and learning yet.

#from rrh facebook #babcia #photo by foster coordinator kyla

[bunjywunjy]

Are there any animals that have "baby" teeth and "adult" teeth like humans? And if not, why did humans evolve to shed and regrow their teeth at a young age?

oh yeah, baby teeth is a trait that most mammals have in common! though they're called "milk teeth" in most other species.

just like with humans, these animals get born, grow some sharp little nippers, wean off their mothers milk, and use their baby teeth to eat solid food until they hit mid-adolescence, at which point that childhood dentition naturally falls out due to strife and typical child idiocy and is replaced as their adult teeth grow in.

and, also just like with humans, this can lead to some real freaky situations if the baby teeth don't fall out on their own before the adult teeth barge in demanding beer and unmonitored access to the internet.

#cursed biology #teeth #yikes

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Can I humbly request some more panther Blake and tiger Yang with their adorable cubs? (actual Blake and yang can be present too if you'd like!)

Hey! I appreciate the manners. Let's see. What I can do for an adorable cub blurb for ya..... Got it! Let's go! We're going Balto 2 inspiration here! Also, italicized phrases are the Big Cats talking to each other.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Tiger!Yang: (pacing nervously outside of the cubbing den)

Yang: (looking through binoculars) Come on, Murder Mittens. Our little Shadow Queen has something to show you. Go see your babies already.

Blake: Yang, it's been a week. It's okay if the father doesn't see the cubs before they're weaned.

Yang: Well...maybe I'm projecting here.... (looks back through the binos) Come on, you scaredy cat. Oh! She's going in!

Tiger!Yang: (slowly peaks into the cubbing den and gives a soft moan) Blake?

Panther!Blake: (chuffs tiredly but welcoming) I was wondering when you were going to show up.

Tiger!Yang: (ears pin back) I'm sorry. I...uh...got nervous. They separated us, and after I was allowed in again I froze every time I got close to the den.

Panther!Blake: (grumbles) It's okay. Come see your cubs.

Tiger!Yang: (ears erect fully) CubS...multiple?!

Panther!Blake: (chuffs a laugh) Three to be exact.

Tiger!Yang: (slowly pads over to P!B and nuzzles their foreheads together. Looks down at the cubs nursing and sneezes)

Stripe: (squeaks little mewls while nursing - biggest)

Black: (ears twitching like crazy and pushing Stripe away from his feeding space)

Tiger!Yang: They're so beautiful... just like you. (licks P!B face and notices the third cub)

Spot: (runt of the litter - forces her way between her brothers and makes room for her feeding space with a squeaky mew)

Panther!Blake: And you. (nuzzles T!Y)

-Later-

Yang: (opens keeper door leading into the cubbing den and peeks inside) Blake, you gotta come see this!

Blake: What? (pokes head through) Awwwwwwww!

Tiger!Yang & Panther!Blake: (sleeping soundly while creating a perfect circle around the cubs)

Stripe & Black: (nestled into T!Y safely)

Spot: (curled into P!B)

Blake: Please tell me that's on the cub cam. My parents have got to see their grand-tiger and great-grandcubs like this.

#bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #panther blake #tiger yang #thanks anon! #manners get you everywhere! #big cat au

[pocketramblr]

AU where Mom for One had triplets. AFO, Yoichi and an extremely different third child; Toshinori.

1- the babies cling to each other as they shiver in the rain that scared away the rats, and are barely saved by their dead mother's colleague who came to see where she was. The other sex worker took what cash was on the body and scooped up the kids, saying they were lucky she catered to a specific kink, nursing them for a few days until she found someone else who could take them in. She named Yoichi, the tiny one she picked up first and felt the worst for, and Toshinori, the big sweet one. She didn't name the big, loud one who kept managing to bite her in spite of having no teeth every time she checked.

2- the triplets are dizygotic, which means that two are genetically identical and one is not. This is more common than all three being identical. Toshinori's hair is very light, and his blue eyes close to his brothers' green, and he laughs like Yoichi and glares like AfO. They're clearly brothers, but as they get bigger and Yoichi stays short, others assume he's younger than "the twins."

3- AfO clung very tightly to his brothers as a baby, but once weaned and walking, he would rather push Yoichi away. After all, as long as he has one brother, why need an extra? Especially an extra that keeps pulling Toshinori's attention away? AfO tries to kill Yoichi once, and Toshinori keeps the littlest in his arm for a week, giving their brother the silent treatment. AfO finally gives up and forgets about it. Yoichi forgives him. Toshinori does neither.

4- Toshinori loves the comics Yoichi shares with him, and thinks that the world would be better if they were real- not just because of the heroes helping people, but inspiring everyone to do better, and hope. He says as much to AfO, who asks if he means like the movement for the luminescent child. Toshinori thinks nothing of it until the moment reaches their city, the glowing child staying in a hotel with their parents and spokespeople- and losing their power there, guards killed and moment kneecapped while the child is decried a fake or a traitor. That night, leading them out of the city, AfO tells Toshi he'll build a better movement and better world.

5- Toshinori tries to leave, though Yoichi is confused about why. AfO is displeased by that, and grabs Toshinori, giving him the glow quirk so he can't hide from him. Then, he gives other quirks so his brother will understand how he feels, and is delighted that Toshi can hold as many as he gives. Finally, Yoichi realizes and tries to help him escape. Toshi gives him the quirks and tells him to run instead, because he doesn't want AfO to try to kill him again, likely successfully. AfO complains about Yoichi running off with so much stolen property - the quirks and Toshinori's trust. Toshi is vaulted, and given a longevity copy. He makes many escape attempts. AfO decides that as Yoichi was just an unfortunate part of his fetus that got shaved off, all of Toshi's devotion is really to AfO, and the two body thing is confusing him. If he had only reabsorbed the twin in utero- but now Yoichi's a quirk vestige, and he can fix that mistake. He leaves, and Toshinori begins planning vault escape number 8735- until the door is broken down by two heroes, one who looks like he stepped off the cover of Captain Hero, and the other a woman who is smiling just like Yoichi.

#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game

[kalamity-jayne]

seeing your addition to that post about kids gendering you correctly, seeing how it says "my kid" made me so happy. I'm so glad there's a generation of kids growing up with moms like you 💛🫶🏼

OMG This was such a sweet surprise in my inbox! Thank you!

This is precisely why I share lil anecdotes from my parenting adventures. So other trans folks, especially the youngins' out there, can see examples of transsexual motherhood. I've met a few other trans moms but we're, at least anecdotally it seems, a rarity. All of the trans moms I know share the same complaint: there are literally ZERO examples of trans motherhood to follow. Sure there's lots of examples of Cis motherhood that are nonetheless helpful, and lots of good parenting books/philosophies out there like "123 Magic" and "Baby lead weaning," (the closest book I have on trans parenthood is "The Argonauts" which I highly recommend reading) but we trans moms have all had to create the meaning of trans motherhood whole cloth out of nothing.

Part of that is because for too long in the medical world it was believed that not only we couldn't have kids, but that we shouldn't even if we could. For too long we've been treated as unfit mothers. However, I think actually the opposite is true. I think we make exceptional mothers. I got on HRT about a month into the second trimester of my wife's pregnancy. In other words, I became a woman and a mother at the same time, so to speak. My sense of womanhood is inextricable from my motherhood, and ultimately I think that makes me very good at the job. Mothering my child, seeing them thrive on my love while developing into a lil person with a kind and generous heart, fills my cup and I thrive in turn. The positive feedback of good mothering is it's own potent kind of gender affirmation. It's also so healing, knowing that my child can freely explore their own gender without anyone getting in the way because I will be there to protect them. And at the end of the day, no matter what any transphobe out there thinks, my kid has always known me as their mom, and everytime my lil one says "I love you Mama!" I am reminded that no one can ever take that away from me.

So thank you dear for your kind words 🫶

#Mother Calamity Speaks! #Ask/Answer #Transgender Motherhood #Trans mom life #transsexual mama #queer family

[homemakinghippie]

Things I'm NOT Putting on My Baby Registry as a Crunchy Mom

Wipes warmer- I'll be using cloth wipes so this won't really be necessary, but even if I was using disposables I wouldn't be getting one. He'll get used to the wipes being cold, learning how to be mildly uncomfortable is okay.

Sound machine- My husband doesn't sleep well with extra noise and it would only get used as night since I'll be doing contact naps in a carrier. If we do decide we want white noise Spotify, YouTube, and countless other apps have it as an option on our phones.

Diaper pail- I'll be using cloth diapers so I'll have a wet bag instead, but I'd still probably just use a trash can with a good lid.

Dock-a-tot/bouncer/swing- I'll be holding/carrying him probably 80-90% of the time and when I want to put him down I'll just put him on a blanket or play mat on the floor. These aren't safe for sleep anyway, so I'd rather not put him in something I have to worry about him sleeping in.

Walker- I've seen a lot about these messing with the way they learn to walk. They're more likely to tip toe/walk on the front of their feet.

Play pen/pack and play- If I lived in a house maybe, but I currently live in a 900sqft apartment. If I don't want him in one of the two bedrooms or bathrooms I'll just close the door, otherwise the living room and kitchen are one big area where I can watch him. I already have baby locks on cabinets to keep the cats from opening them, so there's not much for him to get into.

Bottles- I am getting nipples, but I'm using mason jars for bottles so I just need a couple nipples that fit them. He'll only get maybe one bottle a day so I really don't need very many.

Changing table/cover- I'll probably just change him on the floor or wherever I am. I am getting a few washable mats to put on public changing tables that can be used as play mats later.

Baby food maker- I plan on doing baby lead weaning instead of purees.

Bottle warmer- I'll only use a it once a day so I'll just warm it in a bowl of warm water.

Baby monitor- he'll be sleeping with me and my apartment isn't big enough to need one anyway. I'll easily hear any fussing from a different room. I might find this useful in the future once I'm back on my parents farm so I can garden or take care of animals while they nap, but I also might just have them nap in the shade outside depending on weather lol.

Pacifiers- I'll just let him comfort nurse.

Baby registries are pretty personal. I try to be pretty minimal so these are just things I don't personally find necessary. I could change my mind on some of these once he's here or for future babies.

#crunchy mom #hippie mom #stay at home mom #momlife #motherhood #homemaker #homemaking #housewife #traditional gender roles #tradwife #traditional home #natural living #sahmomlife #sahm

[jungle-angel]

Animal House (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Now you know where Auggie’s love of critters comes from

Spring had at long last come after the long midwestern winters that had hung over Oklahoma, the warm weather settling in perfectly, which for you and Bob, meant turning the kids loose onto the land to go and play. 

Bob and Hawk had both been in the tobacco shed, hanging the leaves up to dry and cutting up the ones that had already dried to make hand rolled cigarette’s, cigars and cigarillos. Bob squeezed the tears out of his eyes from the sharp, pungent odors that were getting everywhere. 

“Feels like I’m cutting up smokey smelling onions,” Bob said, sniffing the snot back into his nostrils. 

“If you need a break, go step out for a minute,” Hawk told him. “Leaves aren’t going anywhere.” 

Bob stepped out for a hot minute, taking in the fresh air of spring and the summer weather beginning to creep its way in . 

“Feel better?” Hawk asked him, dusting off his work gloves. 

“No wonder Dad prefers the weed,” Bob chuckled. 

“Oh I do too,” Hawk added. “But whatever helps give us an extra leg, then so be it.” 

“Just never thought it’d be tobacco.” 

“Neither did I,” Hawk chuckled. “But like I said, an extra leg is better than nothing.” 

The two men were suddenly taken aback when they saw a small, bespectacled boy running over the hills in his little tan Carhardt jacket with something in his hands. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!!” August yelled, nearly out of breath as he skidded to a halt. 

“What’s up Baby Bird?” Bob asked, Auggie nearly clotheslining on Bob’s outstretched arm. 

“Bunnies!!!” Auggie answered. “Bunnies in the hills!” 

“Ah shit,” Hawk muttered under his breath. “Lead the way little man.” 

The two grown men followed Auggie as he ran right back to the spot where he had found the bunnies, right near the fence post and all of them cuddled up on top of each other with their tiny little ears pushed back and their tiny little noses twitching. They couldn’t have been any more than a few days old, judging by how tiny they were. 

“You know what to do buddy?” Bob asked him. 

Auggie shook his head.

“Go get a shoebox and some of Papa’s truck rags out of the box in the garage,” Bob instructed. “Make sure they’re the clean ones.” 

Auggie took off running and was back in a flash with the shoebox full of clean rags. As carefully as they could, Bob and Hawk took the tiny little bunnies from the hole and placing them in the box. 

“Looks like the nest is abandoned,” Bob remarked.

“Oh it’s definitely abandoned,” Hawk told him. “I put a red string over the nest the other night and it hasn’t been touched.” 

“Then we’ve gotta do what we’ve gotta do,” Bob said with a shrug. 

As soon as the ten little bunnies were all safely nested in the shoebox, Bob carried them back to the main house and into the kitchen where he found you with your sewing box. 

“Whatcha got Boob?” you asked him. 

“Box full of baby bunnies.” 

You almost gasped when you saw them, ten little brown, black and white baby bunnies who were all piling on top of each other to keep themselves warm. You gently stroked one with the tip of your finger, feeling the soft little ball of fur. 

“They’re so cute!” you quietly squealed. 

“Eyes aren’t even open yet,” Bob said, unable to control the smile that was creeping across his face. “I’m a little worried, I don’t think we have anything to feed’em with, unless I go out to the barn and get milk from one of the goats. Problem is, her kids haven’t been weaned yet.” 

“What about Lola and Bugsy?” you asked him. “Lola I think just had a litter.” 

“Honey might be better since hers have weaned but she’s still got some milk in her,” Bob said. “Can you go grab her from the hutch?” 

You nodded and went off to find Honey, carefully picking her up from the hutch and right into your arms before heading back to the house. Bob, Joe and Auggie had already made a little spot in the living room and put them inside before you lowered Honey into the box with them. All four of you watched closely to see if they would take to her and sure enough, they did. 

“Are we gonna have to feed’em Daddy?” Auggie asked. 

“Only if the others can’t get in,” Bob answered. 

All ten of them had taken well to Honey, save for the runt of the litter who you and Bob had to hand feed with the goat milk. The little one sucked away as Bob fed him with the homemade bottle, covering the bunny’s delicate little head and eyes that hadn’t yet opened. 

“Kind of remind you of someone?” you said with a smile.

“Oh yes,” Bob answered. “All those days when Auggie was too small to latch on and we had to feed him this way until he could.” 

You and Bob watched closely as Auggie took his turn feeding the bunny until his tiny little belly stuck out from being full. “Careful Auggie,” Bob warned him. “Remember, gentle hands.” 

Auggie carefully placed the tiny little bunny back in with Honey and the rest of the litter, kneeling beside the box to watch them until dinnertime. 

“I’ve got a feeling he’s gonna turn the house into an animal hospital,” Bob said. 

“So don’t I,” you said, smiling broadly as you kissed your husband’s cheek. 

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #tgm short fics #dagger squad

[oediex]

Some screenshots from Kitten Lady's 2019 video titled "I Went KITTEN SHOPPING!" in which they discuss the Herb Garden kittens who had to be kept separate because they were sucking on each other. These kittens were without a mama cat for so long they tried to nurse on each other, by sucking each other's genitals (usually those of the male kittens). This is a behaviour that may stick even after they start being bottle-fed again. It is very dangerous both for the kitten sucking (because it will make the other kitten pee, and the sucking kitten will ingest urine); and for the kitten being sucked on, as it can lead to deformation of their genitals.

The solution to this behaviour is to keep the kittens separate when not supervised. They can have play time together with supervision after feedings, but need to be separated again once they go back to sleep.

The behaviour usually disappears once they're no longer bottle fed, though I've had couple of cases where it persisted after, when a kitten is looking for comfort (similarly to how kittens can continue to suckle their mama for comfort after they've been weaned off of her milk). As a foster parent, my only solution to persistent sucking is not to adopt that particular kitten out with her brothers.

I've had a couple of litters that engaged in sucking (once two litters of a similar age at the same time) and it can be very stressful. If you're dealing with this and you're struggling, make sure to reach out to your shelter for advice and additional material. I had a lot of trouble making sure all the kittens had a heat source (which they need in the first few weeks) and keep them from each other once they were older and needed more space (but were still bottle fed). Luckily these particular kittens stopped once bottle time was over and they were able to be together 24/7 again.

[ID: 6 screenshots with subtitles on from Kitten Lady's Youtube video "I went kitten shopping!".

In the first screenshot, three women, with Kitten Lady on the right, are talking to each other. In the next five screenshots, Kitten lady is holding a black baby kitten, while another person approaches with a cat carrier, opens it and Kitten Lady puts the black baby kitten inside.

The first screenshot has white overlay text that says: "The herb garden kittens were separated due to sucking (nursing on each other) which can be harmful for the babies."

The 2nd to 6th screenshot shows the following subtitles for the dialogue:

"How long have they been separated from each other?"

"V: We- They came into us nursing on each other, so they cam [sic] iiinn..."

"KL: So they don't know each other?"

"V: They… They know each other- They see each other because they get to be together while they're being monitored,"

"and then when they go back to bed, we separate them out."

/ID]

#kittens #foster kittens #kitten fostering #baby kittens #fostering saves lives #kitten lady #Hannah Shaw #image described

[outofangband]

Emeldir the Brave 

(This is part of something for @officialtolkiensecretsanta for @voyaging-too I loved making this for you and I’m so excited I can follow you now that the reveal is out! Your blog is so so cool!)

further thoughts under the cut

warnings: nothing too serious but obviously discussion of Dagor Bragollach and its implications for the Bëorians as well as a mention of arranged marriage (arranged on both sides and not abusive or forced but still wanted to warn just in case)

also warning for my probably bad attempts at translating names to use. 

Emeldir was born in 399 of the First Age. She was swift and agile, spending her childhood exploring the steep slopes and pine forests of Dorthonion. She learned to use a bow and arrow to aid her father in hunting as a young teenager and later became adept in the use of a crossbow which she carried for the rest of her life. She also used a curved sword for closer range fighting. As most men of fighting age died or were captured during Dagor Bragollach, she was almost alone among those with fighting ability as she lead a group of children to Brethil, facing further losses along the way. 

She spent several months in Brethil where she accompanied their soldiers on scouting trips North towards Ered Wethrin to prepare to bring her group to Dor-lómin. 

Emeldir traveled to Hithlum with the other Bëorian refugees but did not remain there. Three months after her arrival, she set out with two others, going South towards Brethil and Dimbar again with the intention of searching for other survivors. She never found any of Barahir’s group but continued to fight against the forces of the enemy until her death in 468. 

Random HCs:

-Her father was also called Beren. Her mother was not named or mentioned but I named her Estafael. 

She has two unnamed siblings. I headcanon them as a brother and sister. Her brother was called Sadar though he died two years before the Bragollach while on patrol. Her sister was named Thônonen

(note: these are Sindarin translations of names that were likely originally in Taliska) 

-She usually has shoulder length hair pulled back in a scarf. It’s slightly lighter brown than Barahir’s and starts greying early. 

-Her marriage to Barahir was arranged on both sides though they knew each other for a long time before that. They work very well together as a team and are friends though I sometimes imagine both took other lovers (with the other’s full permission and understanding) after Beren was born and weaned. I think these kinds of arrangements were not uncommon among the Bëorians and perhaps the Edain in general. Marriages were often political and familial alliances and the ceremonies around them meant that taking other partners with the permission of one’s spouse wasn’t strictly law but it was common practice though often quiet. Anyways that’s mostly off topic but I have a lot of thoughts about this stuff :)

-She has a very good sense of humor though laughs rarely after the Bragollach. She’s very good at deadpan and sarcasm but can find humor in more purely joyous things too.

-Her image is that of someone stern and stoic because that’s how she’s remembered by some of the only survivors of the Bragollach among her people, especially the children. I think young Morwen took after her a lot and mimicked her, intentionally and not, along the horrific journey. Prior to this though Emeldir was a lively, generally cheerful although brisk person. 

-Emeldir and Barahir would carry baby Beren in a pack on their backs and take him for long walks. 

-She has very good eyes and is very observant, helpful for shooting enemies. 

-Her and Barahir used to make strong alcohol together. She learned the recipe from her mother 

(anyways I love Emeldir a lot! I take all women in the House of Bëor and adopt them, including and especially those without names or full stories. I’m so glad my giftee listed her as a character! This was really fun to make! I wish I had the drawing skills to actually draw Emeldir with a crossbow!)

#Emeldir #the silmarillion #silmedit #edits #the children of húrin #beren and lúthien #tss22

[carefulfears]

one day, whenever you're feeling it, i would love to hear more about absolution as a love language from mulder & scully. (and if you happen to have more fic recs that fit, that would be super cool)

yes yes yes babes

(i'll look into fic recs this week for sunday's list)

ever-present themes, guilt and culpability play a large role in mulder and scully's motivations, and not just in the truths that they're trying to uncover.

in the world of the x files, guilt is a tool of power, a bid for control. it is the primary means utilized to ensure that you have your zealots where you want them, running beneath every aspect of mulder's entrapment.

step one: leave twelve-year-old home alone with sister, tell him he's "in charge." step two: give and take partners, there's responsibility in proximity. step three: a chip in the neck, a miracle cure, a disease given "to make you believe."

a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort; a child weaned on blame will nail himself to the cross.

amidst her own struggles with shame, scully recognizes this in the way that she always inherently understands her partner's world; she begs forgiveness for dying, and she begs grace as well.

"you must never think there was the possibility of some secret intervention, something you might have done," she writes to him from her deathbed, a last ditch effort to not become his next cause to bear.

she hopes to be forgiven, she commands to be released; refusing to be engineered into the white whale when she was born to be starbuck.

and she continues to extend this grace to others, facing their countless ghosts with an instant turn to the side: this is not because of you.

but there's only so far that you can follow before you find your own cross; their endless line leads them to another empty children's bedroom, another caretaker in charge, another loss that's inescapable.

and even then, there is room for one more.

where these traps were laid in order for guilt to govern, the space they've created around and inside each other grants clemency.

some think that they do secretly harbor resentment, that they do count against each other, but personally i disagree. i don’t think that they can, at least not for long.

from a cynical standpoint, they hate themselves too much. they are always looking for another cross to bear.

from a cynical standpoint, they idolize each other too much. it would shatter something in them to find the other culpable.

she will blame herself for losing that baby every second of every day until she dies- as will he himself.

even though he wasn’t there. because he wasn’t there.

but he’ll never condemn her for making the choice, and she’ll never begrudge him not being there to stop it.

in a way, from that perspective, there isn’t much relief in it; they both still carry the full weight.

but there is relief, in the kind of love that you can cross to “face incomplete,” and find forgiveness without asking.

in the kind of love that meets you where you are, after months of self-flagellation and fear that you will never be absolved, and just holds you and says.. “i am so sorry. you have been through so much. i have missed you so much.”

that 16 years later will listen silently to the fear, acknowledge the burden, and repeat back what's been offered in the past: this is not because of you.

#asks #ABSOLUTION AS A LOVE LANGUAGE!!! #i will say #i do think it's possible that they would have taken some things out on each other briefly on-the-run #in that period of time right after 'the truth' #but like i said #they don't have it in them longterm #or as a principle or character aspect #thanks for the message darling!! #i prob could’ve said more about this and made it flow better but i’m human i’m flawed i’m late to dinner

[theanoninyourinbox]

I was told the out this here, Like I should have done from the get go, OH WELL TIS HERE NOW

You mentioned Tinykit and siblings, we’re dropped off by another cat, what’s their story I wish to know please

Get pranked it be Scourge baby! And Orange Ruby and Girl Socks! Story time!

So Sweetmoon was helping Spottedpaw gather herbs (girl talk time) when they saw a gray molly literally drOP A BABY HELLO!?!???? The pair start to rush over and see three! Three crying babies! The gray kittypet glares at her litter - imperfect, she scoffs, not worth the effort. She turns and Sweetmoon immediately slaps the everloving Dirt out of the idiot queen, and Spottedpaw starts to check the babies. The kittypet flees with heavily torn ears and bleeding flanks, and Sweetmoon carefully cleans her claws so she can snuggle the poor babies. The three are underweight and cold, and the Thunderclan mollies carry them home. After a thorough exam and a juicy squirrel (just old enough to be weaned), the little tom tearily asks why momma didn’t love them, and Sweetmoon, curling her tail around him, says that cat wasn’t your Mama - Mamas don’t hurt their babies! They keep them warm, keep them safe, and clean! The orange molly pipes up - does that mean YOU’RE our Mama? The three look up at her with big blue eyes. Of course! She chirps back, I always wanted three perfect little babies just like you! They immediately curl up into her bellyfur, as Spottedpaw and Featherwhisker watch approvingly.

Thistlestar and Snowfur pause outside the den, eyes wide. Well, Snowfur slowly mews, we always wanted grandkits - honey are you crying? Thistle baby do you need a minute? Thistlestar, tears running down his face, no, why do you ask?

Tinykit, Quailkit, and Rosekit are welcomed with open arms, and recover nicely. Tinypaw is mentored by Thrushpelt, Rosepaw by Adderfang, and Quailpaw by Robinwing. Tinyclaw is known as a calm cat, and starts the mediator role much earlier; a Shadowclan cat named Brokentail becomes his close friend, leading to a peaceful future. Rosecurl finds a pair of near-dead kits near the Shadowclan border and raises them - their mother Yellowfang watches in bittersweet relief as they grow. Quailflight befriends a few loners and kittypets - not their Not-Mama - and brings an older-than-canon Rusty and an already pregnant Princess back to camp.

#my art #warrior cats #warrior cats au #warrior cats designs #warriors #Scourge #tiny #scourge/tiny #Socks #ruby #connected to a previous art #Babies! #kittens! #good ending au #Good Guy Thistlestar AU

[kylejsugarman]

how would au squared fam cope in the immediate aftermath of escaping to alaska? how would demi support jesse? asking because ive just been thinking a Lot lately about how hard it must have been for regular jesse moving completely alone across the country in the aftermath of horrific trauma and then i was like Well. syd’s jesse was not alone :)

he's not alone!! but its still a bizarre, stressful experience even with his loved ones, especially because jesse is still pretty heavily out of commission when they get there and has to rely on demi for nearly everything. he isnt actively dying anymore after spending a few days in the basement of the vacuum repair shop being taken care of physically by demi, but he's too worn out to be up for long periods of time and of course consumed by panic and anxiety about being tracked down and discovered during every waking moment. it's a terrifying, painful cycle of being too exhausted and malaised to move for hours and then experiencing a surge of panic so intense that he gets dysrhythmias and feels like he's dying. demi is a little unnerved by how Bad his condition is (he shared some things during lucid intervals, but she doesnt know a Lot yet), but demi is a caretaker down to her bones and more importantly loves jesse, so she never backs down. she continues making sure he's hydrated and eating enough in addition to trying to soothe his nerves when he's anxious and checking the windows for onlookers and the doors for locks on his behalf so he's not constantly getting out of bed. the nightmares are so bad sometimes that she has to put socks on his hands to prevent him from scratching his face or digging his nails into his palms, but it's when he doesn't recognize her that's worse. when he looks at her like a stranger, like she's going to hurt him. sometimes he tells her that it's not going to work. "please get out. please, u and baby, get out. theres still life for u guys. please go somewhere better." and even though she can't really see past the next few days, let alone the next few weeks or months, she just pets his hair and says "we're not going anywhere without u, sweetheart."

as happy as baby is to have jesse back, she understandably has trouble adjusting to being in a completely new place, a new house, a new bed. demi was starting to wean her off the pacifier, but baby goes right back to it and almost never takes it out of her mouth during that early time. she also never wants to be away from jesse, which sometimes poses a problem when he's really struggling and can't function. baby won't sleep unless she's in bed with both of them: this of course leads to her waking up during the louder, more intense nightmares and crying over how upset jesse is. some nights it's so overwhelming for demi that she has to step outside and let the cold snap her back to reality, but she doesnt give up because she knows jesse's wrong. it Is going to work. they're going to make this work. they've come this far and they're going to keep going. and during those rare peaceful stretches of night where both jesse and baby are getting decent sleep next to her in bed, she truly believes it.

#anonymous #ask #syd squeaks #uh oh!! the story continues even after ur doomed by it!!! #au squared #jesse pinkman #demi ayuluk #baby ayuluk