#i did not steal food

[calpicowater]

Week 11.7/52: March 13th - March 19th 2023 | Free Meal...? 🍔

Someone ordered delivery to the room next to mine and no one took it for like 93852395 hours so I just grabbed it and ate it HAHAHHAHHAA. Bacon burger + poutine + apple pie. And a HUGE coke lmao. Solid meal. 👍

#365 #52 #calgary trip number 6 #poutine #burger #coke #pie #i did not steal food #it was sitting outside for 6 hours before i took it ok #harvey's

[grabyourpillow]

One thing I like about Tatort Saarbrücken is that, except for Das Herz der Schlange when Adam gets rightfully innocented, solving the case usually brings no joy at all.

Both in Das Fleißige Lieschen and Die Kälte der Erde, the culprits were only driven to do what they did because of an abusive system that failed them.

Lida's brother got publicly beaten to death in a fucking working camp for a crime he didn't commit, and then she had to watch for years as the company claimed to never have employed exploited workers.

Alina's ex could despite her wishes, stop the adoption process of Alina's daughter, and stalk and harass her with no consequence. No wonder she took matters in her own hands, driven by desperation and her wishes for her daughter's future.

The tennis player woman in episode one reported Eric Hofer who literally threatened to break her arms, and nothing happened.

Adam tried to report his abusive father as a child and, you guessed it, nothing happened.

This is a cop show who repeatedly demonstrates the failure of the law to protect those who actually needed protection.

#even in der herr des waldes #what solving the case did not bring the young innocent girl back #nor did it manage to catch the psycho before he comitted another crime #also Lida's brother I mean #and if he had committed it #well #stealing food when you're on one bread a day while working 13 hours is at the very least understandable #tatort saarbrücken #i have to say idk how the other Tatorts are lol #spatort #das fleißige lieschen #die kälte der Erde #tatort saarbrücken spoilers

[pizzapasta23045]

People in mondstadt: Oh, Kaeya's such a good kid, just a bit eccentric...

Kaeya's "eccentricities": litterally running off in a country that doesn't even border fucking mondstadt using his new adoptive father's business trip as an excuse because he heard some vague bullshit about his ancestral homeland being there.

#kaeya alberich #alberich clan #textpost #when one of your biggest hc is confirmed #i feel so smug and happy #also what the fuck was kaeya fed as a kid like did he steal food for all his voyage? did he steal money before and bouthg food?? #how long did it take till they found him in goddamn sumeru? how did they even find him?? #kaeya please elaborate

[tennessoui]

ganymede & zeus but make it obikin

been a while since i did a ficlet for tumblr....this comes out of a discord convo about ganymede!anakin and zeus!obi-wan......sort of dark tho gods are horrible beings with no boundaries

(for @jswander ) (2.3k)

Every muscle in Anakin’s body feels overextended and sore. He cries out from the sensation upon waking, instinctively trying to curl in on himself—anything to get away from the pain.

“Hush now,” a voice above him and below him and around him says. “None of that, beloved,” it speaks again when Anakin fights to tear open his eyes. “Sleep.”

There is nothing Anakin wants to do simultaneously more and less, but he’s never submitted under another’s thumb without a fight. With a great push of effort, he arches his back up, off the comfortable surface he’s laying on. And with what remains of his will, he wrenches his eyes open to survey his surroundings.

He cannot see a thing. White fills his vision, so bright and heated that it feels as if he is burning from the inside out, as if his very being is disintegrating the longer he looks at the light. It is blinding. It is everything. He cannot look away, nor can he close his eyes. His mouth has fallen open and he can hear himself screaming from the pain of it all, the radiance of the being in front of him.

“You stupid boy,” the voice snaps, sounding absolutely furious as the light coalesces into one solid shape, something that looks like a chest, then an arm, then a hand reaching towards him.

Anakin tries to scramble back, away from what will surely feel like a brand against his skin—and oh gods, doess he know what that feels like—but the hand extends faster than he can move, and even when he turns his head away, it catches him. It covers his eyes.

“Drink,” the voice murmurs, reverberating around him. Only then does Anakin notice that a cup has been brought to his lips. His lips seel themselves into a firm line. No. No. “You stupid child,” the voice snaps, “Do as you are told.”

It is the sheer power in the command that causes Anakin to open his mouth, to tip his head back. He is the lion among men, the Conqueror with No Fear, the Queen of Naboo’s Chosen Warrior, and yet—he opens his mouth and yields to the voice, to the hand over his eyes that burns. It feels like renewal, not pain, though that may be because every other part of his body still feels as if it is on fire, the aches from the first few moments of consciousness burning to ash under the pain of that radiance.

“Sleep,” the voice commands, and this time Anakin can do nothing but listen.

—---------

When he awakens next, he can tell from the breeze in the air that he has been moved. It is cool, and the breeze brushes against his skin like a gentle friend, running over his body to reach every part of him.

It is then he realizes that someone has stripped him of his clothes, his armor. He had been wearing armor. He had been preparing to lead his men into battle. He had—

The breeze in the air twirls around his chest and neck, caressing his skin until his nipples stiffen into peaks from the cold. Almost distantly, it sounds as if someone is laughing, an exhale over and over again that conveys their mirth, and Anakin can suddenly feel the breeze on his lips like a lover’s breath.

“Eurus, out,” a voice roars from somewhere that is everywhere and nowhere all at once. Anakin quakes from the sound of it, but the breeze withdraws, tosses out one last laugh that sounds almost like a cackle, before seemingly winking out of existence.

Anakin lies carefully still. The fabric beneath him feels soft, slippery. He’d been to the palace of Naboo only once to pay respect to the queen he fought his wars in the name of. Her personal chambers had been draped in a material that felt similar. So soft that it had felt then almost uncomfortable to touch. 

Anakin had been born a slave. He did not know soft things, nor how to languish against them. The queen had tried to show him how, had made such a persistent overture in the name of pleasure that he had sworn his loyalty to her name—but, privately, to her figure against those silks, the line of her throat, the tilt of her chin as she gave ground and submitted to his desires—and yet he still could never relax in the comfort her status and love had offered. He was not made for it.

He was not made for these silks either, though they certainly felt different against his skin. 

“You are too perfect for your own good, my darling,” the voice says quietly, a hand running through Anakin’s hair carefully. The motion is one filled with strange devotion. Tenderness. “Your beauty could start a war amongst the gods themselves, for they would all like to take you, to have you. Yet you are mine.” 

Anakin can feel his heart stutter at this declaration. The touch of his hair is no longer tender. It is proprietary. He opens his mouth, wets his lips. “I am no one’s,” he whispers, voice hoarse and cracking. 

His defiance makes the voice laugh, a rich sound that reminds Anakin of the sounds of rocks tumbling down a mountainside. “You have sworn yourself to me, Anakin Skywalker, of course you are mine.”

“You are not my queen—“

“You would be wise to not speak of your infidelities so casually,” the voice snaps, and the hairs on Anakin’s arms stand as the air seems to fill with electricity. “You have no queen here.” 

Anakin is silent, his mind and heart racing. Has he been captured? Is he a slave again? He would rather die. 

“Open your eyes, darling. Look upon me and allow me to see the reward of my labor,” the voice turns soft again, coaxing, and the hand leaves his hair to trail down the side of his face, thumb brushing over the bow of his lips.

“Hurt,” Anakin manages to say. The thumb takes his parted lips as invitation and presses into his mouth to rest against his teeth. Anakin thinks about biting it, but there is something inside him that screams at him to be careful. To tread carefully around this voice. This man.

“I know,” the voice croons, “and I apologize for it, treasure. I had not expected you to wake so soon after your ordeal and was not prepared. Humans cannot bear to look upon my godly form. Those who have have perished. You have frightened me with your recklessness.” 

The thumb presses down hard before it withdraws.

“Open your eyes, Anakin,” the voice says. “Your king demands it.” 

Gingerly, carefully, Anakin opens his eyes.

He is met immediately with the sight of a man leaning over him. His face is lined with a well-kept beard, short and practical and dark red. His hair too is the same color of russet, pushed up and off his forehead in a rakish cut. His eyes though—Anakin cannot look away from them. They are glittering, electric blue. No—they are the color of the sky before a thunderstorm, whirling points of gray and dark blue. No—they the early morning sky in the north of Naboo, slate gray and bright.

“Hello there, darling,” the man says. He strokes Anakin’s cheek again, resting his broad hand against his skin.

Anakin can do nothing but stare. This man—he is handsome beyond imagination, but there is something in the set of his face, the jut of his lips, his jaw—perhaps something in his eyes that screams danger.

He is so perfect that he is almost unreal.

“I will miss the blue of your eyes,” the man murmurs, looking at him intently. Critically.

Hungrily.

“What?” Anakin whispers.

The man continues as if he has not heard him. “Yet there is something deeply satisfying in seeing your eyes stained gold from my blood. You wear it well, darling, your godhood.”

Anakin shakes his head. The man’s words—they do not make sense though he says them in the manner any sane man speaks. 

“Truly you were born to be mine,” the man whispers like a sacred declaration, and this finally causes Anakin to flinch away.

“I am no one’s,” he says again, shifting off the fabrics and pushing himself to stand. He was wrong earlier—he is not fully nude, though he thinks he’d prefer to be. There is a cloth like a skirt around his hips, though the fabric only covers the area between his legs, held together by clasps that lay against his hips. And even then, it is light and transparent and doing little to protect his modesty. His chest is bare, but his upper arms have been wrapped in gold coils, one short and one extending almost to his elbow.

The man before him has dressed him as a child would dress a doll and it infuriates him. He is Anakin Skywalker, a lion among men, and he will not suffer this.

“I am no one’s,” he declares with a snarl, turning upon the man and striding forward. “Release me at once!”

The man arches a singular eyebrow but otherwise appears completely unaffected. Anakin feels like roaring, like taking his face into his hands and ripping it apart. 

“Where am I?” He interrogates as he stalks towards the man. Though he is handsome and though he appears strong, his bare torso as visible as Anakin’s and just as well-muscled, Anakin is a warrior and broader than this man, taller too.

Anakin can beat him into submission. 

“Why have you taken me? Return me at once, and I will let you live! I am Anakin Skywalker, I am the Resolute, I am the warrior with no fear and the Queen’s intended. I—”

The man, whose face had been unflinching in response to Anakin’s threats, stands at the mention of the queen, beautiful features twisting into a wicked snarl as he suddenly meets Anakin in the middle. The temperature in the room grows cold and the air becomes heavy with electricity. With something that Anakin does not know how to name.

“If you mention your queen once more, I will kill her,” the man bites out, every word weighted with promise. “I will kill her and see her soul damned to Tartarus. I will take her there myself and string her up amongst her kin. Thieves and pillagers and all those mortals who were foolish enough to attempt to steal from the king of the gods.”

Anakin flinches away, some long buried instinct in him insisting that he put space between himseslf and the predator staring down at him. “Who—who are you?” he asks, question catching in his throat. 

The man’s eyes, stormy blue now and swirling in his rage, lighten at the question. His mouth relaxes. He appears to enjoy answering, for he takes his time with it. “I find myself offended that you have forgotten,” he says, moving to touch Anakin again.

Like a frightened rabbit that knows it has found itself in the jaws of a lion, Anakin lets the bejeweled hands cup his face.

“I am the man who bought you and your mother from your masters when you were but a child. And I am the boy who sold you fruits that never seemed to bruise, no matter how you handled them as you walked home. I am the cat that lurked outside the god king’s temple as you prayed to him for strength and skill and riches, promised yourself to him in return, promised to wage every war in his name, conquer in his colors. And I am the old man who trained you in battle, showed you how to fight and kill and conquer.”

Anakin shakes his head, struck speechless at these words. They are the ramblings of an insane man, but…but this man knows too much about him. No one knows that he was born a slave. Even when he fucked Padmé, he had made sure that she could not see the brand on his leg.

He latches onto the last words, shaking his head harder. “Ben was a crippled old man. You are—” handsome, is the only word that comes to mind.

As if the man has heard it in his head, he grins, gifting him with a flash of white teeth. “Yes, he was, wasn’t he? And you were so young then, all of eighteen years old and eager to prove yourself. I thought if I took my most preferred form, this form, you would never pay attention to my lessons. And I knew if you had offered yourself to me then, I would not have turned you down. Nor would I have let you leave.” Anakin shakes his head once more, but there’s no power in the motion.

“I was the eagle that flew above you as marched into battle, and I was the handmaiden who bore witness to your betrayal, when you promised yourself to the queen of Naboo, as if you had not already promised yourself to me.”

The scowl has returned, marring the man’s perfect features.

Anakin swallows, wetting his lips. “I promised myself to the king of the gods,” he whispers. “To Kenobi.”

“And he has made good on your promise,” the man smiles, one hand falling from his face to cup his neck. “He has taken you from your battlefield, delivered you to Mount Olympus. I have taken you as mine, I have taken what is mine.”

Deep within Anakin, he knows that the man before him speaks the truth. That he is no man at all. That—that—that he is—

“Kenobi,” he whispers, and the king of the gods lets his eyes flutter shut as if he hearing his name from Anakin’s lips causes him great pleasure.

“Yes,” Kenobi growls, adjusting his hold on him to tug him closer to his body.

Anakin is touching a god. A god is touching Anakin. The king of the gods has taken him from the battlefield, from the arms of his bride to be, from the mortal realm all together.

And he is holding him like he has no intention of letting him go.

#ganymede au #obikin #obi-wan here is very anti padme #that was mostly an accident #anyway i think anakin has some distant god in him so he didn't immediately die when he looked at obi-wan #but also obi-wan has been secretly giving him food and drink of the gods for his entire life #the fates said that anakin would be his eventually #obi-wan just got tired of waiting after 22 years of it #he saw anakin at 22 and swooped down to grab that #also idk i liked the idea of obi-wan's blood turning anakin's eyes gold but also healing him #there was a lot of things going on in my mind that did not make it into the story #most importantly that in a couple of days anakin is thrilled to be there #like it's not really dubcon much #much less dubcon than knocking on the wrong door au #oh also padme is definitely pregnant with the twins and obi-wan is gonna steal them too #ganymede au padme is like that one woman in greek mythology where shes sure the gods hate her specifically #and she's half right because obi-wan absolutely despises here #anyway im not gonna lie for a good two minutes i looked at my tumblr #and i was like oh no no one's sent an ask about this au so how do i post this ficlet?? #and then i was like oh yeah #i can just post it no ask required this is the first post in the au of course no one has sent an ask about it yet

[gintamajustaway]

The fandom has gotten really dark since you left.. certain shippers are really aggressive about their ships to the point of bullying. I kno you’ve dealt with stuff like that in the past and you handled it all so well I remember reading some anon asks.. any tips n’tricks?

OOF, WHELP -- not sure I'll be much help given that I have no idea what state the fandom is in. All I can really say is that you're going to find aggressive shippers no matter what fandom you're in. My method to dealing with people like that was to just block them and add them to my blacklist. The only times I ever engaged with them was if they came at me directly (which rarely happened -- the more aggressive they are, the more cowardly they were when it came to confrontation) or if they put a callout post about me directly in the main fandom tag. I always clapped back at those people just because like lol if you've got a problem with my fics or my decision to delete them all, okay cool, I don't care, but doing stuff like putting a long-winded complaint post in the main tag is so childish and stupid.

The best advice I think I can give for this is to just not care LOL I sure as hell never did and still don't. Never will! Shipping is supposed to be fun and the people who actively try and take that fun away from others are struggling with issues outside of fandom, but shipping is their outlet so that's where their aggression manifests. Happy people don't care about drama over fictional characters, so go be a happy person! Utilize that block option and live your best life!

#anon #for real you will find this in every fandom #I've been too involved in my own stuff to get involved with any other fandoms after this one #but if you'd like an example of a fandom that went absolutely feral in terms of bullying #lookup what happened to the Voltron fandom #I wasn't even active in it and I heard so much stuff about it #sending voice actors death threats #sending food laced with nails and poisons #lying about trauma to get people to donate to a gofundme #stealing thousands and thousands of dollars for zines #the bloodshed between Shiro/Keith and Keith/Lance #it was all so incredibly stupid #for the love of god be a happy person #indulge yourself in what you enjoy #ignore everything else #even if you try to be nice to everyone like I did you will still experience haters #it happens and no biggie #do your best and learn your lessons then move on #HOPE THIS HELPS #sorry for all the tags #I forgot how much I enjoyed just whispering gently down here

[sochilll]

The PJO show is definitely not BAD, it’s very fun and cool, but tbh I dislike almost every single change they’ve made from the book lol

#disclaimer this is not about the casting I do not care about them de-blonding anyone annabeth I love u #it’s about the plot changes! I don’t like or don’t understand the point of most of them! #sally doesn’t tell him about the gods! #Percy doesn’t get mad at Grover! At least not like this! #he doesn’t get riptide back until they leave for the quest! #also the change of why he gets kicked out wasn’t like worse but I didn’t really get why they did it #and juniper???? in book one??? #but the biggest thing is Gabe. I really don’t like the way they made him like wimpy? #he’s literally physically abusive in the book. he steals Percy’s money the second he steps through the door. #he’s dangerous and sally is kind of scared of him in the book. she doesn’t yell at him and demand to go away and threaten his food #idk maybe he’ll get worse later but as of now: does he deserve to get kicked out? absolutely. does he deserve to be killed? not really? #also Clarisse looks too well groomed lmao that’s NOT my war daughter #and she just makes other people bully Percy? no way. she was the one shoving his head in the toilet!!! give her her violence back!! #ALSO! where is annabeth? she’s supposed to be obsessed with him bc she thinks he’s the one to get the quest and he’s been here like two days #and she is nowhere to be found???? #anyway not putting the show tag on this it’s just personal rant time #mine

[babycatlix]

Gifsets of Lee Felix ↳ baby chick in the kitchen – skz code ep. 19 | DO NOT REPOST

bonus +: thieving chick 🥷🏻

#lee felix #felixleenet #dancerachasource #staycompany #staysource #jypartists #stray kids #g: felix #m: gifs #mine #tw food #he seemed much more confident when chan was with him in the kitchen 🥺 #he was so conflicted about stealing the pork belly #and then he did it so well lmao #so this is the first of three! #i can totally do it before i go to bed lolololol it's already 10pm :)))

[likecometsx]

┘elora&anyone *☄; open starter

elora, gathering courage, nibbled on her bottom lip and tapped the other on the shoulder. they'd just taken the last of the exact artisan cheese she needed off the shelf. "okay. if i make a very convincing argument, do you think i could actually have that?" she asked, pointing at their hands. "i know it sounds crazy, but it's actually kind of important."

#i'm thinking if i start in the new editor it will force me to learn it #did i steal this idea from a charmed episode? maybe #┘oh it suits me to feel strong *☄; { s t a r t } #food tw #hw: starter

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya has a habit of stealing and hoarding little things from people he loves. Small seemingly innocuous items going missing at random? Chances are, Kaeya is behind it.

#hc; kaeya #//It's in the little things #//Makes him feel like he's keeping little parts of them for himself #//And boy does his guy have one helluva sleight of hand when it comes to stealing things #//Had to learn how in a pinch; considering his travels with his dad #//Did so for a bit with the Ragnvindrs; foods and things he might wanna take with him if he needed to run away #//But then it became a way to connect with them in a way #//Stealing Crepus' ties; Diluc's hair ribbons; a kerchief from Addie; a coin from Elzer #//The coin he has is that very one; keeps it on his person bc of how dear Elzer is to him #//Like the brother that actually stayed #//No I am not over the fact that Elzer has said he saw Crepus as a father figure too ;-; #//The older Kae got; the more he took; esp if the items had ties to Important Memories #//That was just in case his memories of them starting mucking up; be it bc of the Curse or his usage of Abyssal energy messed with his head #//Some of his most prized possessions are a bottle of Crepus' cologne & the bloodstained tie he'd swiped from his body the day he died #//A bottle of scented oil he stole from Jean's desk when he'd comforted her after Diluc left #//A perfumed letter from Lisa after he'd intervened and vetted her capabilities over Nymph #//A grubby; shriveled philanemo mushroom--the very first Klee ever gave him when they'd met #//A crystal he'd snatched off Albedo's experiments that he'd intended to investigate but wound up treasuring #//He still uses one of Diluc's stolen hair ribbons to tie that lock of his; one he stole off him the very day BEFORE the Heckening #//From Huffman; he'd stole...his heart. Jkjk; he stole a pair of gloves from him. Wears them over his own when in Dragonspine #//Nabbed the first time Huffman told him they were friends; Kae was ECSTATIC to have finally made one for himself (outside Luc & Jean) #//The biggest item he's taken is one of Addie's shawls; that she'd wrapped around him some time after Diluc left #//Still uses it as a comfort when he's upset. He knows he only has it bc she let him keep it & never asked for it back #//She was prolly most aware of his little habit; bc everything he snatched within the household tended to be replaced Real Quick #//Prolly knows just how much the little items mean to him; so never stopped him

[bloody-shadow666]

It's really strange to me how often angry delivery drivers on tiktok manage to forget that disabled and elderly and poor people exist. "how dare you not tip me 50%+ this is a fucking luxury service! If you don't wanna tip go get it your damn self!" sorry but not everyone can drive or afford to pay 150% of their order price especially since doordash already grossly inflates their prices. maybe don't be a delivery driver.

#vent #personal #I see a lot of incidents of doordash drivers stealing or destroying food to ''teach people to tip'' and then they reveal the person did tip #They just tipped a standard 20% instead of 50% or 100% #Or like instacart shoppers that intentionally get the entire order wrong because of low tips #Like you think you're screwing over rich people or whatever but actually it's usually the disabled and impoverished #So maybe go fuck yourself #Are there selfish people? absolutely #But is ''sticking it to the man'' worth wasting someone's last 10$ for food for that month? Really?

[scribbling-dragon]

sometimes I think about my years as a scout. and then wonder how im still alive/sane

#WHEN DID I WRITE THIS??? HELLO?? #i have no memory of doing this but my drafts were empty last week???? #we did a competition camp and we burned everything. set baked beans on fire set a tub of butter on fire #i ate a basically raw sweet potato because we were tired of waiting for it to cook more #someone in my troopgot paid 20p to drink a concotion of out of date juice dirt water and stick pieces (he did it) #i sat and read a warrior cats book in the shared tent while my friends pretended to have gay sex next to me #(i say pretend because they were still fully clothed #that was just one camp #and then at the scout hut we had a box of expired foods that wed occasionally go thru #and my sister got tricked into eating a green marshmallow and got food poisoning #(i didnt eat it bc i was suspicious of why they were giving out free food) #i had a knife thrown at me multiple times. most notable being when someone (weird drink guy) thought i was tryna steal his chair #we werent allowed pocketknives at camp after that #one of the leaders hated me. told me i looked miserable all the time and didnt like that i was vegetarian #but its fine bc he was a dick. made us clean his car okce because it was a “learning experience” #my parents paid for me to go to scouts #i talk to none of the people from there anymore #oh and the majority of the boys had a weird obsession with my sister. and would ask me how to talk to her #i think it really shaped me as a person tbh

[mahvaladara]

P: No one has ever built me a harp, ratherless used their very hair to make it.

S: It truly isn't that impressive of a feat. It's only a few strands, had to use the little pure water I had left to treat the hair to become a sturdy string and produce the sound I wanted.

P: You know music, by ear?

S: Of course. I must know music notes by ear if I am to make and tune instruments.

P: And you sacrificed the little water you had for this, instead of one of the god's blades...

S: Worthy sacrifice. I always preferred doing music than war.

P:...

S: Do not look at me with those eyes -and he picked Peia's hand, kissing it gently.-

I brought you here against you will. I keep you here until we find a solution to my Kingdom's plight.

Away from family, friends, your home.

The least I can do is provide your comfort and respite the little time you have. Make your stay here as welcoming as it can. Keep you safe from those who see, in land where the water has gone stale, a water spirit to be gold.

P: I am not here against my will. I promised to help your land and people, did I not?

S: It's rather difficult to say "no" to a dragon twice your size glaring daggers at you as they hold you over a lake of stagnant waters.

P:...

S: -Sael chuckled- I will never apologize enough for our first meeting.

#ts4 #the sims #the sims 4 #peia #sael'myr #peia by lazysunjade #i imagine their first introduction went a little like #sael stumbled into peia in the heart of the spring #went “oh water spirit” than grabbed Peia by one foot before he could scram like a rescuer pulling a stray cat from a hole #held him over a poluted body of water threatening to drop him in there and went “can you fix this” #and when he did fix it went “whose lost little spirit is this? no one's? then I'm keeping it because i need it” #brought him home for food and a bath #while his nursemaid went “you can't steal random pretty strays on the street because they're pretty and useful! did you at least ask” #and he just went “its a stray spirit i'm giving it a home!" #a peia went “he kidnapped me i have a home i am scared” #and after she glared daggers at Sael he went “okay after he fixes our little water problem i promise I'll send him home” #“besides he was trespassing so I can claim I am keeping him for-” “Sael'Myr Dall'Havura I will punch you!” #sims

[byanyan]

honestly byan probably has lived in someone's attic like a fucking raccoon ngl

#made a little nest among all the boxes stored in there #sneaked down to steal food out of the fridge if it was possible without making too much noise #just hid up there with no one in the house being aware of it at all bc it beat sleeping in a garden shed or on a rooftop #........i'm trying to keep this funny but it's hard to not venture into the depressing aspect of it #bc it WOULD be during those times they were kicked out of foster homes & trying to survive on the street #uggghhh it's funny for a few seconds when you think about them basically just living in someone's ceiling #but immediately after that it's just like '.....oh :(' #asfhjksd i was trying to distract myself from an emotional reply but all i did was make myself more emotional oops #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don't @ me.

[marias-wonderland]

HC Seras adopts a dog after the battle of London. Not just any dog it’s a big ol’ and corso puppy. Integra tries to act distant but she grows to care for the big boy. Seras is in charge of walking, feeding and training it. And integra uses it to talk about her day

Needless to say I love your HC!

Seras was shown to be the kind of person who still possess the heart of a child. The kind of person who gives their food to the poor and afterwards she's hungry because she didn't get to grab a bite xD

So of course she would adopt the first dorky and big hearted doggo she would lay her eyes on

I think both Integra and Seras would love it for different reasons. Seras because she's a dog person (my HC) and she loves everything cute and fluffy.

Integra on the other hand would love it because she likes dogs as well, but also because it reminds her of Alucard's dog form. Since his dog form was a big and black dog (and ok, with lots of red eyes), Seras' news pet would remind her of him.

Seras as you said would walk/feed/play with him, but Integra would be in charge of his training. Seras is too sweet for training a dog xD those puppy eyes would disarm her. Integra on the other hand shows no leniency to noone, not even cute puppies.

I don't know if anyone knows of the Austrian show "Kommisar Rex" but I would like to think that the relationship Seras/Integra have with the dog is similar to Moser with Rex (Please go watch it if you haven't, it was hilarious).

#my asks #thanks for the ask! #Sorry for not responding. Stuff has been going on around here. #but yes I wish they had a pet! #also kommisar rex was my jam back in elementary school #It was the only show dubbed in greek that was not a cartoon or a latinamerican soap opera #And the greek voice actor for the protagonist was very good #So I would like to think that the dog would be *really* smart and try to steal food from everyone around the house #Or try and ''rekt'' Integra sometimes (just like Rex did with moser) #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard #alucard hellsing #integra hellsing #Seras #seras victoria #integra #sir integra

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     To steal a catchphrase from artinwood54, Afternoon Cheers! Really back to being a self-proficient bachelor these days. Made myself some teriyaki chicken, with scrambled egg and veggies! Having it with an ice-cold Golden Monkey, my very favorite beer... or maybe a few. Trying to draw with colored pencils, which I suck at, afterward. Let’s see how it goes!

#afternoon cheers #yes artinwood54 I did steal that directly from you #no work today #been wanting to cook for someone again #guess it'll be myself #Golden Monkey is powerful #everyone is always showing off their food #this is what I'm consuming #new drawing tonight

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The wife of a resident at work came up to me with a massive jar of peanut butter and sheepishly returned it from her husbands room. I told her to just keep it since I think sanitation rules go against that. I don’t care, it’s just peanut butter, but god that’s so funny.

#she kept trying to justify it by saying he didn’t steal but but even if he did. hey he has dementia and was hungry!! I get it I am not mad #I get pissed when people steal others food but really. I get it they have dementia. #I have such bad mental illness I have a hard time listening to complaints about residents. I get irritated but like at the end of the day. #you can’t control it I get it. having bad memory and mental problems and illnesses sucks and it’s symptoms can’t be stoped #*stopped #because I know I’m the same way with my forgetfulness and anxiety and slow destructible working habits