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nlmorgan89 · 3 years

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Revenge

Jeff Tracy had been back on earth long enough to organise a surprise graduation for Alan when they got a call about a rescue in the Atlantic. Jeff should have been suspicious as John had said it was a Gold card members rescue, what ever that meant. What he was surprised about was after reading the names all his sons groaned and Scott, never leave anyone behind, Scott had asked if they were really needed. As a tidal wave was approaching them it was a neccesary rescue, what had happened to make everyone not want to rescue these people. He waited till everyone was gone before asking his mum.

"Why did no one want to rescue these people?" Jeff asked, she had been taking a nap and had not been there for the initial report.

"Who is it?" Sally asked, there was a sort list of people who her grandson's hated rescuing.

"Francois Lemaire and Langstrom Fishler. What?" Jeff asked again after she groaned and went to the desk calling Val.

"Tracy's if its about the Gold card members John already called us and I am on the way with some back up from The Mechanic, Rigby and Kayo." Val said she was sitting down in a cockpit already flying out to make sure that Scott did not do anything to tarnish the IR reputation.

"Thank god, just beware Lemaire already made Allie cry during his last rescue, if he gets upset you know what everyone else will do." Sally said, she had also sent Jeff copies of the rescues that the boys had done involving the Gold card members.

"Okay so you want me to deck him first before anyone else does." Val said the fact that she was serious was not lost on anyone.

"How did they survive into adult hood? Not even the boys managed to do half this shit in their teens." Jeff said, he wondered how both remained rich and working in their respective fields.

"I have no idea but I wont blame you if you want to throw your weight around, I remember your college days were some good times. Val, you and the Commando's where quite good at starting things and not getting caught." Sally said, they both grinned at that, but quickly went back to watching the rescue The Mechanic had assigned the ground and air crew with a dragonfly mecha and Gordon had his ray mecha. It was just a precaution so that no one was seriously hurt. Even John had EOS in drones so she could assist and keep an extra set of eyes on the family. While no one was hurt by some miracle was more down to the extra safety of the mecha's and EOS it was still time consuming. It would have only taken them an hour but it instead took them 7 hours so everyone was tired and hungry.

"Val are the Commando's still around?" Jeff asked once everyone was fed and in bed, Sally was in the hall listening them plan their revenge, she knew she should feel sorry for the poor idiot but they brought this on themselves. When the morning rolled around Jeff was watching the news and had to laugh when he saw the report.

"Yesterday, after International Rescue was called out to rescue the parties involved they were met with a rather pleasant surprise after waking to find themselves in a mysterious bubble. Maybe now they can let International Rescue rest and I am sure after seeing these videos the rest of the world will agree..."

"Why are they in a fish bowel?" Scott asked, he had wanted to thump them last night and had put that on the backburner after he had to hold both Virgil and Gordon back. Rigby and Val were to busy holding Kayo and The Mechanic back after he had made Alan cry, even EOS had placed John in quarantine lockdown so he didn't do anything stupid.

"No idea, but I would call that poetic justice. I am going to a lunch with some college mates on the main land, will pick up dinner so you don't need to cook anything mum." Jeff said, Sally was grinning she had not even heard Jeff leave the island but then it did not surprise her when he walked out and climbed into a SPECTRUM plane. Her poor family were totally confused.

Later... "Damn Jeff you have not changed at all. Shame Lee missed out on this?" Charles said, he was not surprised when a Commando's alert had gone out after he had watched the Tracy boys rescuing the idiots once more, even his own team had been called out during the Tracy's absence when they had gone to rescue their dad to save Lemaire.

"I have to agree, though it was rather fun," Samuel said, raising his glass to Jeff everyone followed suit. He too had wanted to kill Fishler after one of his machines almost killed the treaty that he had made with Titanica.

"So, what is the next prank?" James said, he was happy just to get away from his desk, it was no fun running a country but then he would not change it for anything.

"No idea, but we should team up next time prank wars break out in one of our divisions, show these youngsters how its done." Val said, she had been in a meeting reassuring the idiots that they had no idea how the bubbles had appeared and promising that they were doing everything in GDF's power to help them.

"Ready to watch Phase 2?" Jeff said, he had placed cameras around both houses so they could watch their pranks play out. Everyone nodded, as Jeff had only told them to come up with something to help contain all of his pranks thus the bubble. "Well hope they have a good cleaner on hand will secretly send them a massive donations once they have cleaned the buildings."

"Jefferson what exactly did you plan? Also congratulations on your re-election James." Val said, she was the only one that could get away with calling him Jefferson only because she could be as scary as Sally Tracy when she wanted to be.

"Thanks Val," James said, he noticed people snapping photos but he knew that they would not make it online thanks to Jeff's sons AI, EOS. "After lunch we should take a group photo for old times."

"Agreed, we should make it a regular thing too, we don't get breaks where we are able to leave work often." Samuel said, but started choking, how had Jeff added that much glitter to the water supply. Everyone was loosing it too for the sprinklers had started spraying the houses and yard with glitter. Poor Lemaire had just entered his shower and Fishler was doing his laundry. Jeff was grinning like that evil SOB that he was. Even Gordon's glitter bomb was tame compared to that.

"Is that really sanitary Jeff." Charles said, he was tearing up from laughing so much, glad he was best friends with him and not an enemy. That thought was going through all of there minds, it was fantastic having the master strategist back in charge. "Is that 'Sh*t List' playing?"

"Yes, OMG you even messed with all the audio devices dude." Samuel roared, he had to laugh they had discussed revenge songs and this one made the list only because of the one line. 'I grab my pen and I write up a list, of all the people that won't be missed. You made my shit list'.

"What can I say 11 years is a good way to expand ones prank list." Jeff said, which was truthful aside from thinking of his family he spent years thinking of ways to pay back Gordon if he decided to prank him once he was back. Turns out these three pranks were his best ones though he was saving the Kool-Aid in the pool for when Gordon was too much for the entire family. 3 hours later he was looking at the photo they had taken all his friends were surrounding him, and could not be prouder of his friendships and how even years later they were still great friends.

"Hi dad, who are they?" Alan asked, the boys had come in wanting to ask how his day away had gone, and surprising him with a visit by Lee Taylor.

"Hey Lee, boys, these are my college mates. Val your god-mother, Charles Grey the commander-in-chief of Spectrum's Cloudbase, Samuel Shore, commander of WASP, the last person is James Holland, president of the US." Jeff said, he watched as his boys stared open mouthed at this. Lee laughed, and clapped his friend over the shoulder, he had made it back and watched the news report of the bubbles that had appeared and realised his team had come together wishing he had been involved but kept his mouth shut. "Lee forgot to tell you James says you owe him some money after Moon base was destroyed."

#irrelief #@shirubie #gumnut-logic

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intothewickedwood · 5 years

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Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 1x17 Hat Trick

I really love this episode! It’s one of my favourites!

Mary Margaret, be careful in those woods!

I wonder what Henry is thinking about the Snow White/Regina story as he reads it in his book.

“Henry, what did you do?!” How the heck is a 10-year-old kid gonna free Mary Margaret, Emma?!

Henry’s right, MM can’t leave Storybrooke. That seems to be Regina’s plan, so whatever would happen to her if she left can’t be good. I wonder what would happen. Maybe she’d disappear like Kathryn.

How did Jefferson know where to be at the right time to capture Emma?

He had everything planned out so well. Heck, maybe I’d have fallen for it. Be careful of handsome strangers folks.

It’s Robin Mills’ long lost sister, Grace xD!! I do love this father-daughter relationship. It hurts me that they were split up.

I really need to read the graphic novel about him.

They remind me of Knightrook! Send help!!

Did Regina ever find out that Jefferson & Viktor tricked her to get a heart? That might explain why she leaves him in Wonderland.

I remember there were set photos of August coming to Jefferson’s house. I wonder what he came to do.

Emma’s so excited to see Jefferson’s house. She just trusts him a little too easily. A crush, perhaps? I’m not sure.

Emma, don’t take drinks from strangers! Haven’t you learnt from when you first met Regina!

Girl, don’t drink it!!

She didn’t listen.

Oh man, I love this episode. It’s so dark!

Poor Emma. I told her not to drink it but did she listen??

Oh brilliant! She’s drinking more! Must be really nice drugged-up-tea. Should I invest in this delicious drink?

I love that this is so Alice and Wonderland. Heaven knows the Mad Hatter and the March Hair were probably drugged up to their eyeballs with their tea.

That’s such a scary situation to be in. I have learnt lessons from this.

Look at Jefferson, my adorable little sadist

Tehehe. Regina’s disguise! She sure fooled me! They had her trans figure into an old lady, like in the Snow White movie! That old lady from that movie scared the crap out of me and still does! Just watch it! She’s terrifying!

Mr. Rabbit?? How did you get to the EF?? You look a little different, my dude. I mean, it could be Alice’s Mr. Rabbit. Maybe he traveled through a rabbit hole. Maybe he’s alive!! I’m reaching, I know.

Resourceful Emma is resourceful.

Oh yes, he’s been stalking the Sheriff’s office through his telescope (not creepy at all!). He must have seen Mary Margaret escape and Emma leave to look for her and guessed that they’d both head to the woods.

I’d smash that window with the telescope and run the heck outta there!!

Jefferson menacingly sharpening a giant-ass pair of scissors- that’s not terrifying at all!!

Oh, hang on, the rabbit Jefferson made looks like Mr. Rabbit. I need to look at Mr. Rabbit again, don’t I? But hear me out, since Grace is older than Alice, it could have somehow gone on an adventure across realms and ended up in the new EF. Or Wish Killian knows Jefferson and Mad Hook can be cannon. A girl can dream.

Look at Grace with her tea party!! They are so Knightrook!! I love to think that at some point on her travels Alice met the realm-hopping Mad Hatter and then Grace. I like to think Jefferson is the Mad Hatter of both Wonderlands.

Did she just call a badger Mr. Tortoise? What the heck is that thing? It looks like a badger but seems to have a shell. I’m so confused. Maybe it’s a mock turtle.

And she calls him Papa. The Knightrook feels!!

“All I need is you, Papa. Please stay.” *cries into my bath tub*

“Promise you’ll come back. For our tea party. Promise?” “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” :’(

I imagine those neighbours are the ones who are cursed to be Grace’s family in Storybrooke. Grace has to be the only known case of someone cursed to be a part of a different family. Very interesting!

Oh snap! Oh snap! He heard Emma moving. Girl, run! Have you seen those big-ass scissors?!

Mary Margaret! My poor child! I can’t believe he kidnapped her. How the heck did he get her to come to his house? Or did he knock her out or something. Poor MM!!

Oh he appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her! This is why we shouldn’t go to the woods at night folks!

They’re terrified! My poor kiddos! Heck, I’m scared for them!

Oh sugar!

“I see you’ve found spot!” He is having way to much fun with this.

What have we learnt folks: don’t talk to handsome strangers at night, don’t get in their cars, hell no, don’t you dare go to their houses and just don’t go to the woods at night in the first place!

MM: “Emma.” Emma: “It’s gonna be okay.” Emma the reassuring bestie is reassuring. And MM shouting for him not to take Emma. I would die for this friendship!

So, I imagine Regina kept her promise that Grace would want for nothing. At least, she did during the curse, I think.

I’m getting dizzy watching that hat spin.

Don’t push Emma, bruh. I’ll fight you.

“I don’t know what you think your doing, but if you hurt my friend, I swear I’ll make you regret it.” Even in a life or death situation, Emma is not afraid to threaten dangerous people if they try to hurt her friend/mum. This is why I freaking love this friendship. Have I mentioned I love it?

Emma moving back as Jefferson reverses! I am on edge!

Jefferson, you can’t just point your gun at Emma ‘playfully’ when she’s not looking.

Emma, maybe don’t call the guy with the gun “insane”. Just thinking of your safety here girl.

“Open your eyes. Look around. Wake up. Isn’t it about time?”

He’s so creepy and I love it. I absolutely love this twist on the Mad Hatter. He’s a much darker version of the character and he completely owns my soul.

I need to know where Jefferson got this hat.

“Who are you?”

So Jefferson’s been to wonderland before. Maybe that’s in the graphic novel. I wonder if he was having tea parties back then.

“A real world. How arrogant are you to think yours is the only one? There are infinite more. You have to open your mind. They touch one another, pressing up in a long line of lands. Each just as real as the last. All have their own rules. Some have magic, some don’t. And some need magic. Like this one. And that’s where you come in. You and your friend are not leaving here, until you make my hat. Until you get it to work.” Interesting!

“Get it to work!”

That’s one hell of a maze! I’m glad we got to explore Wonderland more in Once Upon A Time In Wonderland. The place has always interested me! I love the Disney movie and I recently read and enjoyed the books.

The hedges are like the ones in HP and the Goblet of Fire movie.

“Stay away from the walls.” “I’ve got a better idea; the walls should stay away from me.”

I’ve forgotten whether it was Regina or Cora who made Henry Sr. tiny. That wasn’t nice of Cora to keep him in that box like that. I hope she fed him 3 times a day.

Quick! Run! Jefferson, run through the portal!

“If you truly cared for your daughter, you never would have left her in the first place.” Regina sounds like she’s got some unspoken resentment for her father not standing up for her there. She can’t seem to take out her anger towards her parents on her actual parents. Instead she directs it at someone else, like Snow or Jefferson.

Poor Jefferson. Grace is his world and he’s lost her! This is heartbreaking.

Ew ew ew ew! Jesus Christ Once!! What the hell!! I freaking hate when heads come off of bodies. That use to set off my OCD ridiculously badly. Fortunately, it doesn’t bother me as much now, but still! Jesus!

Oh yes, Cora wants the hat to work so she can get back to the EF.

Wonderland people always make the most sense, even though they seem to make little. Alice Jones knows.

Jefferson watching Grace and claiming she’s his daughter must seem so creepy to Emma.

“It’s the one world where we can be together… Where she’ll remember who I am.” Poor guy. He just wants his daughter back!

I can’t tell if Emma genuinely believes him here, or if at least part of her believes him or if she just thinks he’s lost his bananas.

Ouchie! Hit on the head with a freaking telescope!

This fight scene is so awesome!

That must have really hurt MM! Both of them falling on her like that!

Come on Emma! You can do it!

You go Mary Margaret!! Best friends protecting each other! What a badass cinnamon roll!

He gone.

MM: “Why is it so important to you what happens to me?” Emma: “Because, when Regina framed me, and you bailed me out, I asked you why. And you said you trusted me. And then, when I wanted to leave Storybrooke cause I thought it was best for Henry, you told me I needed to stay because that was the best for him. And I realized, all my life, I have been alone. Walls up. Nobody’s ever been there for me – except for you. And I can’t lose that. I cannot lose my family.” Just rip out my heart and throw it into a volcano, why don’t you!! Babies!! And then they hold hands! Watch me burst into flames! Their friendship is everything!! Have I mentioned how much I love it??

They did it! They got her back in time! Weeeeeee!

It was Mr. Gold who put the key there!

Emma’s starting to believe! Jefferson may have had some bizarre methods but he certainly got her thinking.

Aww, that means a lot to Henry; Emma wanting to hold onto the book.

Enjoyed this one so much!!

#ouat #once upon a time #jefferson #emma swan #ouat rewatch #ouat rewatch 2019

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mona-stay · 7 years

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Southside princess (part5)

You got home feeling sad and angry, the way fp looked at you. You couldn’t keep it together anymore. Once you got inside you didn’t know what came over you. Seeing a picture of your dad with fp made you so angry you throw it across the room. Hearing the smash of the glass made you feel good so you grabbed the next thing doing the same feeling better. You didn’t stop until the whole trailer was destroyed feeling great. That was until you slipped on shards of mirror cutting your arms. Quickly leaving the smashed up trailer when you saw the neighbor watching you, wrapping a jacket around your arm with the deepest wound you went to one of your safe places. At the park you sit under the light wincing as you pull out the thin long piece off glass out your arm, with the adrenaline running through your body you didn’t feel the pain or notice the amount of blood you were losing.

FP went to the drive in to find Jughead when he hadn’t answered his phone to hoping you were there and told him not to answer his dad. Banging on the door his son came out sleepy from being woken up. “please tell me y/n is here” Jughead was more awake when he heard the panic in his father’s voice. “no, why what did you do this time” he asked in an accusing tone and a look to match. Fp sat on the wall with his head in his hands, “y/n left mine pissed off with me, so I went to find her trying to say sorry, I walked to her van but she wasn’t there the place was smashed up I think she did it herself and the was blood on the floor leading out the trailer, we tried to follow it but it stopped I’ve got the serpents looking I just hoped she was here” fp looked at his son almost crying. Jughead got dressed and took fp to the one place y/n went when she was upset the play park.

FP saw you sitting on the swing looking at the floor as he got closer he saw your tear stained face staring into the ground. You looked at him when you hear approaching footsteps, standing feeling dizzy (you put it down to the alcohol forgetting about your arm) Jug stop looking at the blood pool under the swing went to shout don’t move but you were already standing on your feet. “What are you doing here fp get away from me” you pushed him hard but he didn’t move “I hate you I fucking hate you Jones” you shouted blinking as white spots filled your eyes. jug watched as you fainted into fps arms. His dad gently lays you down screaming your name begging for you to speak and open your eyes as he cradled you crying before scooping you. Jughead opened the truck as fp carried you in driving to the hospital. The drive was quite fp focused on the road driving fast wiping tears from his face. Jug held the jacket tightly on your arm stopping the bleed. He’d never seen his dad like this before, then it hit him he was wrong the serpent y/n wasn’t into the guy from the drive in but his dad.

At the hospital the father and son sat waiting for news about y/n. Fp hadn’t stopped stirring at the same black mark at the bottom of the wall in front of him. Jughead had texted Archie and the others telling them what had happened that you were okay but needed a blood transfusion and a lot of stitches. He’d also answered his dad’s phone telling the serpents you had been found and his dad was staying with her. “how long,” fp looked at his son puzzled “how long have you loved her” jug finished his question. “a while now but it changed when she moved, it grew. When did you work it out?” fp looked at his son they shared a small smile.” I worked it out when she wouldn’t look at your photo, I thought something was off but put it down to her, not so secret crush but with the way y/n looked I knew it was more, then I saw you with her tonight it sort of hit me you love her back" jughead told his dad. Fp nodded, he couldn’t lie to his son and he couldn’t lie to himself anymore he was in love with y/n.

The nurse came out looking for the Jones boys who had brought you in, “she’s okay gonna have a scar but she’ll be okay, we’ve sedated her so she’s asleep you can go in and see her now but only one of you”. They both smiled and thanked her. Jug looked at his dad “you go in I’ll wait outside for you” fp nodded about to walk away “dad,” he called making fp turn back “I’ve never seen you like this since mum fix it don’t lose it” jug gave his had a smirk and a nod before walking out. Fp walked into your room looking at you sleeping with drips of blood and clear fluids in your arm. He sat down looking at the bandages around your wrists the blood that had soaked through. The sight of you like that made him cry, holding your hand in both of his. He didn’t know how long he’d sat next to you thinking about everything that had happened the last few weeks. He sighed looking at you thinking you couldn’t hear him “Jughead is right, he’s a smart kid, much smarter than me. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before y/n, I promise when your up and okay I’ll make you know how much you mean to me if you’ll have me” he said clutching your hands to his lips.

He sat there all night and all day again, talking to you telling you of the dates and places he wanted to take you like the nice restaurant outside of Riverdale, or the drive in for a cosy sweet date with blankets and lots of sweets staying until everyone had left so you could sit and stargaze. it was around about 2 am more than 24 hours since you arrived fp was sent home telling him he also needed to rest for when you woke up. he got back seen sweet pea and fangs had already started cleaning up your home. Fp was thankful for it and help them finish. Once your home was clean fp and the others went back to his and opened a bottle of whiskey, when the bottle was gone he passed out on the bed. His dreams became nightmares as replayed the vision of you in his head, how your kisses turned into the sight of you in the truck bleeding over his van how he didn’t save you in time how the last words you said was “I hate you, Jones”. Fp Jones tossed and turn for the next few hours haunted in his drunken dreams.

You wake just before sunrise when a cheery nurse came in not long after “and how are we feeling this morning you had a few people worried” her voice was high and happy. You groan blinking the sleepy fog from your eyes. “I’m okay I think” you answered her looking at the neat white bandages around your arms. “do you remember how you got here” she asked taking notes and shining a light in your eyes “Erm no I was in the park” you stopped taking thinking if fp was really in the park or just something your brain had been making it up then you remember Jughead in the back of a car telling you to stay awake. “was I brought in by a boy in a crown-shaped beanie?” you asked the blonde haired woman. “yes him and another man, we had to force him to go home he refused to leave you for a whole day and more” she laughed, you smiled thinking poor jughead was with you making a mental note to thank him. After a check over and some food, the hospital was happy to let you go home. Giving you a phone to use, you start to dial the first few numbers of fps number before hanging up and redialling jugheads number. After ten minutes Archie and jug was outside waiting for you. Giving both of them a hug you all go to pops, jug gives Archie a look to make him leave. Once he made his excuse he needed to see Veronica jug looked at you making you nervous.

“I know about you and my dad ” he said with a smirk, one that reminded you of fp. You sighed drinking some of your milkshake using the straw to stair it so you didn’t have to look at him. “whatever the was its over I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I kissed your dad” jug frowned at your words but quickly softened his face. “What you mean it’s over now” he asked still not sure exactly what’s happened between you and his father. “jug, he doesn’t want me he’s made it clear I’m just a kid a princess with a silly crush in his eyes so I’m gonna move away from the Southside I have money. Go and forget him” you say trying to convince yourself more then your best friend who could see right through you. “don’t” jug said drinking his milkshake as you look at him waiting for a reason. “he loves you y/n I saw it the other night in the park, he told me about his feelings, he stayed with you for hours at the hospital” your mind races as jug talks ‘he told jug about his feelings the Jones men don’t talk about feelings’ you think. Then a voice hit you the sweet voice of the nurse saying how your visitor had been forced to leave, you had ashamed it was Jughead “wait it was fp who was in the hospital” you ask unsure Jug nods. “he can be a jerk but he cares about you y/n more than anyone else” jug looked sad. You thought about his relationship with his dad “he cares about you too juggie he always talks about you take your own advice and talk to him” jug nodded finishing his drink.

You went home thinking about all the stuff jug had said. Trying the handle on your door it was locked, why is it locked its never locked you think trying the handle again but just as before the metal didn’t move rattling as you pulled. Patting down your pockets you remember you didn’t have your keys turning around, mumbling a string of swear words you walk to fps trailer. Inside you saw fangs and sweetpea asleep on the couches and fps bedroom door shut. You started looking around for your keys, after searching the living room, looking on and under the tables in little pots on the sides trying not to wake the two boys. next you checked the kitchen finding nothing. fed up you leaned against the kitchen counter making a bottle fall making a loud clank. Looking over at the two still sleeping serpent you bent to pick up the bottle.

“hello princess” you jumped hearing fps voice behind you. Looking at his sleepy face as he rubbed his eyes “are you okay” he asked with nothing but concern in his voice. “Sorry didn’t mean to wake you and Yeah I’m okay” you said feeling embarrassed about everything that had happened not just ending up in hospital, but breaking Cheryl’s nose, trashing the trailer. Leaning against the door-frame he looked you up and down like how he used to “how come your here? Why didn’t you call me I would picked you up from the hospital” he asked. You shrugged your shoulders telling him how you thought it was jug who had sat after what the nurse had said “thanks for staying with me by the way” you smile weakly. “I was worried I wanted to be there when you woke up but” you finished his sentence “but the staff kicked you out”. Fp chuckled with a smile.

Fp walked over and hugged you, at first you was unsure about his sudden affection but quickly returned it. He kissed the top of your head making you ease into his chest as he mumbled sorry. You looked at him peering down at you with deep brown eyes, lost in them you felt his lips crash on yours. You kiss fp back with force and eagerness, as he lifted you onto the counter. He stopped moving his head back looking at you, “if you dare say we can’t or you shouldn’t be doing this I swear fp I’m gonna” you stopped your threat when you seen him smiling laughing his grip on your waist tightened. “no I was going to ask if this means you don’t hate me anymore?” you look at him smiling “well that’s still debatable Jones"trying to hold in your laughter. "hmm” he said looking down “I’m sorry for messing you around but I wanna show you how much i care about you and want to see if and what happens with us” he said each word with so much meaning. “Well I said it’s still debatable I’m still pissed at you” he could tell by your smirk and giggle you didn’t mean it but decided he’d play along “would you still be pissed at me if I do this?” He started kissing your neck working slowly up your jawline “or this” he mumbled as his kiss moved to your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck humming into to the more softer, loving kiss. The kitchen door opened with a tied looking Sweetpea walking through. Fp acted the same has had done last time you was both in the kitchen, he backed away so fast like he didn’t want anyone see you to together. Like he was ashamed of you. You exhaled loudly and angrily as Sp spoke.

“your kid is here to see you fp” Sp said in half a yawn with Jughead just behind him. “give us a minute I’ll be out now” he said watching you slide off the counter clearly angry. “what’s wrong y/n” he asked “to answer your question earlier yes I do still hate you more so if possible” you scream at him. “what’s wrong what have I done i thought we was okay now?” he asks slightly offended by your sudden change in attitude “I don’t wanna be some secret your ashamed of me ,you must be pushed away like some unwanted groupie whenever someone walks in the room, no more I’m done!” you shout opening the kitchen door seeing jugheads worried/confused look “your right he is a jerk!” you stormed out the front door not looking back. Fp went to run after you but his son grabbed him “dad don’t just leave her, please! you going will only make it worse” fp stopped struggling and agreed sp now wide awake told the Jones boys he’d find you.

Sweetpea had court up to you quickly “where you going?” He asked “home! Anywhere where fp Jones isn’t!” you snap at him. He chuckled “your not going home it took us all night to clean up after your temper tantrum” he grabbed your shoulders “how about we go the bar you can take your frustration out on a few games of pool” you nodded agreeing. Inside you set you the table talking to Sp about everything that had happened with fp. “Well that explains his change in attitude” he says casually bending over to take his shot. When he looks you at for you to take your go “what change” you question him still continuing the game. “Well he’s quite a lot or he’s annoyed mainly at silly small things. also Why he looked like he wanted to kill me when we come back from that deal and you hugged me” he said frowning as he couldn’t make his next shot. You both laugh talking about random thing as you played and won the game.

Back at the trailer, fp and Jughead had spoken about their relationship, and after promising to change jughead gave his father a second chance. The two of them woke and kicked out fangs and started to tidy around fp pouring away the reminding alcohol telling himself he’s quitting for jug. “What did you do wrong this time with y/n” jug asked “she’s such a princess” fp chuckled then told jug what happened in the kitchen though he already knew after hearing you “you heard her she hates me I’ve fucked up big time this time”. Jug shook his head “your an idiot she loves you it’s what got her so upset she thinks you don’t love the way she loves you that your embarrassed what everyone will think that you think she's a child” jughead explained. “I don't think she's a child I think she's incredible” for the next hour they spoke about y/n. Jughead helping his dad come up with an idea to win you back.

At the Whyte Wyrm you had beaten Sp in 4 out of 6 games of pool when fp walked in. He walked over to you but you grabbed your coat and sweets arm heading the bar dragging Sp along with. “your not using me make fp jealous are you?” he asked with a smirk but you didn’t return it instead you were thinking of a way to leave. “he’d have to care first to be jealous” you say before telling Sp you wanted to get your keys while fp was in the bar. Outside jug was waiting for you, he held out his arms stopping you from leaving “jug please I want to go home” you told him hoping he would just let you be. “gonna be a bit hard as my dad has your key it’s one of the reasons why we're here” he tells you as you groan turning round. You begrudge going back inside, talking and facing fp. You scan the bar and can’t see him, walking towards where the other serpents are you hear y/f/s start to play looking to the jukebox you see jughead now standing. Fp appears at the top of the stairs coming down, he walks over to you with a smile hugging you, you try to push back but he holds you tighter “y/n I’m sorry for earlier and the past few weeks I’ve acted like an idiot” you grunt in agreement “you got that right Jones your defiantly an idiot! just give me my key so I can leave” you tell him keeping your voice strong and mean.

“y/n please forgive me I love you” you look at him with a softened face but still wary looking over at jug who was full of smiles giving you a thumbs up in a mocking way, fp touches your face grabbing your attention again as he shouts louder so the whole bar can hear him “I love you y/n and I don’t care who knows it anymore I can’t be without you I love you! your my southside princess” he smirked lowering his voice “and I know you love me too” his face pleading for a response, looking at everyone now stirring at you and fp who has his hand out to you. “let me show you your the most important girl no woman in my life y/n” you take his hand slowly hoping this was real as he pulls you into a kiss. The gang and few girls in the bar start whistling and whooping you both. When he pulled away you felt bliss, fp stroked your cheek you sweetly looked you to him “I love you too Forsythe Pendleton Jones” you both go to your normal table where Sp and jug are sat waiting “finally” jug said “about time Sp said at the same time. you and fp both giggled looking at each other agreeing with the boys, you both finally got the person you wanted for such a long time.

The end

Thank you to everyone who read this I will be making more Riverdale imagines soon also I'm working on another mini-series that should continue from this. if you want to be tagged in any of my Riverdale or teen wolf story’s just inbox me thank you all again xoxox

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ourdragonflydays-blog · 6 years

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Things that have been essential with a newborn

So, my little poppet is 6 weeks old now and I thought I would write a list of those essential things that we really used/learned the first few weeks of his life! (Please take into account this is from my perspective, you might have completely different views due to you circumstance. That’s fine, you do you boo.)

Sleepsuits. So before he was born I imagined myself dressing him in cute trousers and jumpers with little booties and hats. Now the hats and bibs are needed however lots of the cute clothes are just not suitable for a newborn. Not just because changing a nappy is harder to do (I mean I don’t have much else to do in the day so I wouldn’t mind a distraction) but because for my little bean the trousers were simply too tight for his little tummy and this caused gas. Which brings me to my next point...

Anti-Colic techniques. I naively thought babies slept, pooed, looked around cutely and then slept some more. Did you now sometimes they cry for seemingly no reason at all? For sometimes hours? That you can’t stop? It sounds like a nightmare doesn’t it? Thankfully our child has not been too colic-y but this is a real thing and no-one really knows what causes it. None of the grannies I spoke to in the street mentioned this when I was pregnant!! But we found a few things that seem to work - the first is try to get rid of all gas. This is usually through burping and making sure the baby is upright when feeding and not sucking in air when taking the boob/bottle. (Our son has moved from breastfeeding to bottlefeeding and both created the same amount of gas so I wouldn’t worry about that.) Again, just wearing sleepsuits has really stopped any pressure on his tummy and make sue they have the right sized nappy (you should be able to comfortably fit two fingers under the waistband). We also have set up a nightly routine of bath, bottle and bed at around 7pm which helps with the so called ‘witching hour’. The ‘witching hour’ is a mythical name for colic, the crying at evening time. Babies are crazy and seem like they are in pain for this time - pulling their legs to their chest, getting red in the face and crying regardless of what you do. Now this was very testing (still is) for my husband and I and in the first few weeks this caused me a lot of anxiety when the end of the day rolled around. Following some anti-colic tips have really reduced the amount this happened but when it does there are some medications you can use to help the baby with this. We tried Infacol (which didn't work for us), there is gripe water which is for 3 months onwards but we found our saviour to be... Dentinox Colic Drops!! They seriously work for us but we like to use them as a last resort. They basically work to combine all the small little bubbles in your babies tummy together to work out as a burp or a fart. We use it sparingly because the baby acts like i’ve poured vinegar down his throat and it hurts my soul when he cries like that.

Drugs. No, not those kinds. The medication type. The little sausage got his first cold when he was 3 weeks old and he could barely breathe (somewhat due to the button nose inherited from his father...)! This was a new hurdle for us, especially as my husband went back to work on this week and the cold meant sleeping was very tricky for the babe unless he was lying on one of us. This meant one of us not sleeping to keep an eye on him. Not ideal. We therefore scoured any and every shop and pharmacy for ways to relieve him of his snot! Being so young he couldn’t take calpol or any kind of paracetamol/ibuprofen so we were left with saline drops prescribed from the doctor. Have you ever tried to get a drop of liquid down a squirming newborn, and inherently tiny, nose? Its a lot of fun. We did find in an ASDA calpol saline spray suitable from birth which actually sprays the saline up their nose. This worked well. We also bought a nasal aspirator. Technically we bought two ... initially bought one from mother care which you pushed down and then released when it was in his nose. Don’t buy it! it doesn’t work! I also sterilised outs which rendered it useless so also don’t do that. I did then make another dash to Tescos and bought the type that is a long tube that give you images of sucking up and eating the snot...which worked really well for getting out the snot. My husband was better at it than me because he has the lung capacity of something with large lungs. Quite satisfying as well got to be honest seeing the snot in the tube. We also bought vapour oil to put in a bowl of warm water. Not sure if this did anything. Smelled lovely though.

Money Being 24, and on fairly low income my husband and I want to spend the least amount of money possible. The chick’s clothes are usually secondhand, he has Tescos own nappies, we buy the average formula, Ikea everything, we look out for deals on wipes etc. That being said there are a few things that we ended up forking out for that I think were really worth it. (side note - something that was not worth the £50 was an automatic breast pump which was painful, time consuming and really noisy and impossible to sell secondhand!) Cot - We started out with a secondhand moses basket which was £5 and I thought would be good enough. Here are the reasons why it wasn't: it was really difficult (and painful!) to lower him into from the bed, didn’t rock anyway, was a pain in the arse to clean and he didn’t like because when he flung his arms out in his sleep (newborns do this did you know?) they would hit the sides. We therefore ended up forking out nearly £200 on a bedside crib to co-sleep in the bedroom safely. Here are the reasons why it is better: It doesn’t pull my stitches to put him down into it, I can check his breathing easily, it can adjust to different levels and be raised at one end when he is poorly, he likes it better, it will be easier for him to adjust to his cot as it is bigger and it looks nicer. Bottles - I am not trying to start a discussion, everyone is different and has their own reasons for how they feed their baby. At 3 weeks old we moved from breast to bottle feeding. We decided to buy a perfect prep machine from Tommee Tippee which dispenses the perfect temperature water. It is £100 new and we paid £20 for it on Facebook marketplace and then an extra £10 for a new filter. It is amazing. In the day it works well and saves the hassle of the kettle but I don’t know how I would survive at night without it. I am like a bear - you are brave to wake me. So the 3am feeds are hard for me (but mostly my poor husband because of my vile demeanour). The perfect prep means that I can have a bottle ready in 38 seconds (i’ve counted) and I am usually back to bed in 20 minutes. Side note - I also got a £1 Avent microwave steriliser from a nearly new sale which is a godsend. Pram - I have no way of comparison here with this being my first baby so take this with a pinch of salt but my family has the tradition that the parents (my mum and dad) buy the first born’s pram. I therefore asked for the best and got the SilverCross Wayfarer travel system. it was about £800 (Thanks mum!). I use this thing every day and it never fails to make me happy. It is just so intuitive and easy! The buttons are all where you think they will be, the joining parts all work easily, the car seat is safe and sturdy, the isofix is easy to install, the bassinet is very cute, the raincover is easy to put on, the cup holder holds starbucks etc. There is literally nothing I dislike about it except I wish I could be pushed around asleep and be fed on demand. A Washer/Dryer - What? No not traditional put-on-your-registry baby item but do you know how many times you will be pooed, weed and sicked up on in one day? sometimes all at the same time? this would be fine in the summer but good lord if I didn’t have the capacity to dry the washing we would literally have nothing to wear. Also, fuck the clothes horse. I used that thing for 2 years and it doesn’t dry the clothes and makes the room all damp. The washer dryer was £300 and my dear husbands father got it for us. I love it (and him). A Baby Swing - Do you ever need to poo? Have to eat? Need to put on a bra to answer the door to the postman? These are the times that the baby swing is important. The baby also loves it and sometimes would rather be in it than on me. He loves the mobile that hangs above his head and is a safe place to put him if you need a breather. My mum again got it secondhand for £80. Worth every penny.

Cameras This is pretty self-explanatory but already looking back at him when he was first born is so lovely and they change so much. Take all the photos - awake, asleep, naked, clothed, covered in excrement, crying, at the doctors etc. You will forget in your sleep deprived state and they change before your eyes. I love the photos we have of him and will cherish them forever.

Muslins see - Sick. Poo. Wee.

Baby Baths I love having bath myself so its only natural my son loves it too. We have a little baby bath that fits into the main bath and cradles him safely. I then get in the bath with him and my husband pours water over him (and me!) while I use baby soaps to wash his little body. This is such a special time for us, we are all working together, usually smiling and laughing, with lovely smells and skin-to-skin and calming down after the day. This so far is my favourite part of being a mother.

Patience This is not just patience for the screaming ball of flesh that wakes you up at god-knows when covered in god-knows what. This is patience with the life you have now. You cannot poo when you want to. You aren’t in control of your day anymore girl! All those hours blissfully bored when you were pregnant are a million miles away. You are responsible for this little person and this little person’s needs mean you can’t sleep through the night, or have a whole bottle of wine, or take a relaxing bath, or do the food shop without timing it just right or really have the life you had before. And dealing with that change takes patience. Patience with yourself and the emotions that come with managing the change (fear, regret, longing, exasperation...). Patience with your husband who gets to leave and spend a few hours at work without the baby. Patience with the people in the supermarket who walk in front of you (they don’t know how stressed you are). It is hard. No-one will tell you it’s not hard. Or not to feel those things. But give yourself credit. You’re doing it, you can do it, you have already done it, and with a bit of patience you will learn to get through it. It will get easier.

Netflix Good lord its boring home on your own. There are only so many times I can hoover and clean before I lose my mind. But it is so stressful leaving the house that sometimes it’s just not worth it. Netflix is amazing because there is so much available and I can choose what I want to watch holding the remote while feeding the baby!

Support I don’t mean a good bra (but always necessary)! The people around you make the hard days that bit easier. Me and my mum are very close anyway and she is self-employed and so it’s great to have someone who is available in the day to go and see. My husband and I also try to go for a walk every night to make sure we spend some time talking to each other and doing something other than baby care! I have also found some mother and baby groups to be good - it might be worth looking around though because some are very toddler heavy / not very baby friendly ! My sister also made us some food for the freezer which has been great (especially on those growth spurts!) and my granddad has been very good in giving us tomatoes from the allotment. Reaching out and talking is so important to keep yourself from becoming isolated and its something that I still need to remember.

KY Jelly (or water-based lube) Pretty self explanatory. After the bleeding it is dry down there. I mean sahara dry. And I don’t just mean use it for sex. Some days it was just necessary for daily use. And the last one for now:

Teamwork Myself and my husband are so lucky and thankful for our baby. We know how hard it is for some people and not everyone gets to be parents so we are incredibly grateful. That being said it is without a doubt the hardest thing we’ve done together. The best days have been the ones where we have worked as a team. Unfortunately it is very easy to snap and take your frustration out on the closest person. We have been working hard to make sure we talk explicitly about how we are feeling and work together to make solutions. If it gets hard I try to remember that it’s us against the problem. My husband is my rock and I could not do it without him. I try to tell him this as often as possible and him to me.

Wow, you’re still here? You deserve some kind of award. Thank you for reading, I hope it was helpful.

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8livescatrescue · 6 years

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Well I hope its really Spring now and we’re finished with the snow [Nope – we’ve had more snow – Editor]. We’re in that lull between the rush of cats needing to come into rescue because the Winter is coming and they’re living rough and the avalanche of mums and kits that Spring and kitten season brings.

We were fortunate to have the usual post-Christmas rush on adoptions. The little F twins landed themselves a lovely patient home with a dad who was happy to build cardboard fortresses for them to play in. Lily found herself a beautiful home that purrfectly colour co ordinated with her lovely fur. Merlot hooked up with Karis when she came to stay for Christmas and went home with her. He was delighted when he discovered mum had named her favourite drink after him! Poor Figgs thought he’d got himself a home lined up and then at the last minute was gazumped by his room mate Mr Tiggs. It all worked out well in the end though when Jenson’s mum fell for him and he went to live with Jenson and the bunnies.

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Mikey’s story

Mikey had been living rough in someone’s garden for a few months. He was one of the lucky ones who land in a garden that belongs to someone who cares. They fed him and gave him some shelter and contacted Beverley who went out to scan him for a microchip. Sadly he wasn’t chipped and no one was responding to “Found Cat” adverts . Beverley got him on waiting lists for several local rescues … and they waited .. and waited. So many cats find themselves in similar or much worse situations. This one got a whole lot worse when local kids started to push poor Mikey around, so she spread the net wider to include rescues that are further away. The amazing facebook cat rescue network did what it does so well and found space here.

mikey on his way to rescue

We’re too small to realistically hold a waiting list so just take the first needy cat we’re asked to take whenever a space becomes available … so long as we have the appropriate skills and resources to help him/her. It just so happened that we received the message about Mikey the day before we were taking Lily to her new home. The following morning I helped Lily settle into her new home and then came home to clean her room whilst Beverley drove Mikey over here. She clearly cared very much about him and although he may have set off with nothing, he arrived here with two mega sized packets of dreamies and a lot of hope. A week or two later a large tuck box arrived for him packed with toys and more treats and dreamies.

mikey arrives in rescue

tuck box arrives

We know that all cats are unique. Mikey was unique in a rather special way though that reminded us of a dog. When he arrived he had his tail tucked firmly between his legs to the extent that we were concerned (it turned out unnecessarily) that he was injured. In his anxiety he huddled close to Beverley and kept his distance from me. He soon realised he was fine, his tail relaxed and he started enjoying cuddles with me. A few weeks later when his furever family came to meet him for the first time, he tucked his tail in and huddled next to me whilst he weighed up his potential new staff. That makes a lot of sense on one level .. but its mostly not what cats do! I’ve known plenty of dogs who snuggle close when scared but mostly however much cats are loved, when they’re scared most cats hide or push us away. Remember the last time you tried to help Tibbles down from the shed roof, or unhook Fluffy when her claws were stuck in something? When I took him to his new home it was the same – he tucked his tail in and huddled next to his new mum, then shyly went to the outstretched hands of his other new family members. Then as his confidence grew he escorted his new dad to the kitchen to check out what was in the fridge ….. and then took him back to get seconds! There were tears in my eyes as I watched this last stage in his transformation from an abandoned piece of rubbish to king of his little castle with doting servants.

mikey’s sofa

allowing a human to share

A few hours after I left he sent the above photos and this lovely message:

“The last four hours have gone very quickly. I’ve eaten, used the litter tray, played, had a brush and got lots of cuddles. I know I had two beds to choose from, but as you can see from the picture I think I’ve chosen the best seat in the house! Can’t wait for my chicken dinner.

A huge thank you and purrrrrs to all the kind people that rescued me and helped me find my forever home, I won’t forget how generous and caring you have all been.

Mikey xx”

It is a rare thing indeed to find a cat who pauses to say thank you 😉 It’s rare too to meet a human who is so grateful for finding a rescue space. A few weeks later Beverley returned …. with a wonderful collection of things we could sell to raise funds.

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So lovely to not only rehome a gorgeous cat, but also make a friend.

The day Mikey moved out was another quick turn around day … and the gorgeous Pearl & River moved in to take his place. They’re also now delighting in their purrever home.

Pearl

River

Bulgarian Feast

We feel so fortunate to have randomly made connections with Zhany & Steve Hughes through one of our fundraising stalls. People often come to our stalls or contact us and say they are interested in helping fundraise only to disappear into the mist, never to be heard of again. So I’m hoping I can be forgiven for being skeptical initially. Zhany turned out to be completely different. We’d had an Italian meal fundraiser in February …. she raised us a Bulgarian one for March … and followed through with it. Wow … just wow!

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We’ve also found a lovely new community venue in Heeley Institute … it invites those with a sense of adventure to find their way through the one-way road system …. and once there to enjoy lovely surroundings, and excellent facilities.

It wasn’t so great when I arrived on the night …. the night of “The Beast from the East Part 2 :The Revenge” … snowing a blizzard …. people climbing up the hill from the match at Bramall Lane looking like abominable snowmen. If it had been down to me I might have cancelled. Thankfully the amazing aunty Jenny and our chefs were made of sterner stuff.

It was a fabulous feast … not to mention the Rakia which was included. Mind you … we needed it in that weather. Grateful to the amazing people who turned out regardless … and then pitched in with helping to clear up as our washer uppers were snowed in.

The meal was excellent and people were amazed to learn that Zhany & Steve aren’t professional chefs …. they’re actually teachers of English to people who’s first language isn’t English. That’s awesome because with connections like this we can have some fabulous international food events. Our next one is French on Sunday 6 May. If you’d like a ticket you need to be quick as we’ve almost sold out.

Please note: our main place to advertise events is our facebook fundraising page. If you’ve missed out because you’re not on facebook and don’t want to miss the next one please let us know.

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When little Mogs arrived alone but keen to be friends with the other cats here we knew we needed to find another kit to pair with him so that they could go to a new home together.

mogs

We put feelers out to lots of rescue people across the area offering space for a single kit between about 4 and 12 months old and went to collect the first one that we were offered. Imagine our surprise when we found they were almost identical.

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Thankfully they hit it off really well and are enjoying their new home together now

mogs & patch in new home

Fabulous stuff to sell

Our amazing and creative fundraiser Jenny has really excelled herself these last few months with more and more lovely ideas. So as well as the gorgeous hand knitted toys made by Beverley we now have some amazing ‘Firefly Bottles’ for sale. The ones below are just a small selection of an ever changing stock. We’re delighted to have the support of Ralph & Dave’s mum who owns the Gin Wagon and The Gin Bar at Vintedge and The Ale House for donating bottles…… and of course the lovely Noel (Daisy’s dad) in creating the lights. [You need to check your punctuation so that people don’t think that Ralph & Dave’s mum owns all three establishments – Ed]

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They’re £5 each ….. though we’ve had such a rush on the Henderson’s bottles that if you’re wanting a Hendos you may need to bring your own bottle 🙂

We’re also developing a rather smart selection of drawstring bags which I understand are called slipper bags. Not only do these come in several different sizes & designs they also come in waterproof option so great for toiletries, swim/beach stuff etc.

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They’ll be priced between about £5 and £8 depending on size. If you’re interested in buying lamps or bags please either contact us at [email protected] or call Jenny directly on 07743675747.

Still looking for their furever home: Tyga & Belle

These gorgeous young ladies arrived in rescue the same day as Mikey. He’s been in his new home for weeks, and Pearl & River who moved into his room the day he moved out have also been in their new home for weeks. For some reason these two have just had people messing them around – people who live on a very busy road, people who don’t want to adopt for several months, people who live miles and miles away, people who want to split them apart or even mix and match them with another pair of cats. They deserve so much better than that.

If you think you could give them a loving settled home please contact us …… their adoption advert is here.

Spring Newsletter 2018 Well I hope its really Spring now and we're finished with the snow . We're in that lull between the rush of cats needing to come into rescue because the Winter is coming and they're living rough and the avalanche of mums and kits that Spring and kitten season brings.

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xottzot · 6 years

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2018-03(FEB)-Wednesday-7th--damn feral urban cats spreading filth & diseases here at this hellhole.

Firstly, let me state this right off the bat for the dickheads that go searching for ANY way out of that they are so braindead opposed to... - I like cats. I love cats. Growing up here my dear mother here had 12 cats at our house, the same house now a hovel I am trapped in. - We LOVED those cats deeply. Some were personally rescued cats, rescued cats even by myself as a boy then youth for otherwise they would have VERY SURELY died or been killed.

And my dear Mum went out of her way to care for all our cats, safely, humanely, and LONG LONG before any of the bullshit 'caring' became a fashion trend, she was doing it because...it was the right thing to do, not because now it's 'trendy' and can be a hook to blog about, or boast to others, or post pathtic photos of, or any other such utter shit.

That's how we ended up with 12 cats. We rescued and saved from death some pregnant cats too. All of which ballooned the number up to 12. We were utterly poor. VERY POOR. Not the bullshit 'poor' of today where people think they're poor if they haven't got access to the internet and latest itune noise blasting about, no.....we were VERY POOR. We were always struggling for food, and paying for ANY bills, let alone for an education growing up an all its costs, and the rent, and for everything else. We had no car or any vehicle at all. We had no money or any means to have one, let alone being able to afford to forever pay all the damned costs involved.

And our cats were humanely sterilised. At our own cost. Again, something that these days is accepted and normal but back then it wasn't, and it was VERY expensive.

(DEAR FLISS....are you reading this and getting the notions of how much I knew so much about the damned local vet and his services (cats & dogs and everything), and why I always found so much grief in my life from it all (not just from what I've been wring about the cats here).

But YOU dear Fliss don't care. - You've gone past caring about anyone or anything, no, you just pretend to care and to make it look 'real' to others. And they fall for all your bullshit. - And do YOU as well believe your own bullshit?

Dearest Mum kept our cats in an outside large cage, again something far ahead of its time in doing, which is done now as a matter of course elsewhere (other than this fucking hellhole area), but don't you EVER think that our dear cats suffered. They were doted on and much loved and kept comfortable as much as we could, fed generously, always with water available of course....and so much more I'm not going into now.

I'm sick and tired of always having to over-explain things because shit-for-brains reading this will dive upon one apsect of anything I write (even typos) and use that as a mental 'get-out clause' for them to justify ther own imbecility and brainlessness and dismiss me as a real person or anything I write.

We also had a 'rota system' whereby cats would spend a day/night inside this house and slept with us and of course were much loved, doted on, given tidbits of extra food and so on. And they were allowed to perch themselves on the window sills and watch the world outside this house/hovel. -- Of all of this I DO have some personal photos of for proof. But I'm NOT ever posting them anymore. NOBODY FUCKING BELIEVES OR APPRECIATES ANYTHING ANYWAY, ESPECIALLY ONE PERSON THAT MATTERS.

When I told dear Fliss about all this many decades later after Mum had died, Fliss would always sigh and nod in appreciation, "Your mum was ahead of her time."

She was and still is.

The Swan Shire Council seems as if it took what she had been doing for so MANY years and used it as a blueprint for their own animal policies throughout their vast areas of shire goverened area. Yes, it almost seems that way because dear Mum was so socially far ahead of her time.

Back then when Mum was alive, there WERE a very few feral cats roaming around this area, but they were always kept in check and bounded by so many DECENT neighbours, who also had dogs and such. (the area was much more rural back then too, including sheep, snakes, goannas, a few scant horses on the roads....)

OUR cats were so well behaved and trained, that they remained IN OUR YARD ALL DAY. They did NOT spend all their day locked up in that cage. (that situation came MANY DECADES later after tragedy)

I STILL have the frame of that cage. It will still exist after I am dead.

And don't think that I'm saying this as some shitty braineless people do today ALL THE TIME saying that THEIR cats NEVER roam about....oh,no, no no.......when in fact THEIR fucking cats DO ROAM ABOUT EVERYWHERE AND ARE NEVER CONSTRAINED. - AND IF EVER CONTACTED/BERATED BY AUTHORITIES THEY ALWAYS LIE & BLEAT THAT IT'S NOT THEM IT MUST BE 'SOMEBODYE ELSES FAULT'.

But that's as maybe, because filthy disased feral cats are now also utterly rampant all about this hellhole area, attacking and breeding with all other cats which nobody cares about either because owners here are brainless, and drug addicts, and the feral cats spread disease EVERYWHERE with their constant shitting and pissing all over the place, in & on any gardens in ANY patch of ground, walking over cars and car windscreens, ferreting in amongst pets food bowls and water bowls (and diseasing them), ferreting in garbage on the ground from rubbish bins and filthy dirty nappies, attacking any other creatures and killing them such as wildlife creatures whether they're endangered or not (the about of killed bird bodies I've had to clean up!), and on and on and on.....

Wild birds get in amongst all the foul cat shit, insects get in amongst all the foul cat shit...and it's all carried about and spread around to further spread disease.

There's shitheads in houses that don't give a fuck about anything because they are so useless, and that includes the criminal fuckers of this hellhole area, and they allow the damn feral cats to to roam all about their yards, and INTO their houses......and shitheads wonder why they get sick? And any dogs around get sick? - Nope, they never make any connections because they're too busy being drunk, drugged-up with illegal drugs, or are always so brainless not to give a shit about anyone or anything, even themselves.

THIR CARS (so highly inasanely cherished) get piss and shit over them.....and the shitheads still just can't figure it out.

Shitty people of the many in their households get ill.....and the shitheads just can't figure it out. Even toddlers. - (the shitty people are so very foul themselves ALL of the time in any case).

Medico's can't figure out why certain diseases are becoming more prevalent and humans suddenly need urgent medical attention, when the medico's thought they had certain diseases stamped out or fully under control. - And yet they STILL keep exploding in reported frequency. That's being reported in the media NEWS more and more. They can't figure it out so it's all passed off and written off as just stupid NEWS.

The useless shitheads in this hellhole, the drug addicts and all manner of fuckwits and criminals, they just see the feral diseased cats as some sort of freebie plushies that roam about and they let around & into their houses anytime the cats want or demand. The shitheads probably mutter to themselves, 'that's what we do anyway'.

The feral cats actually crisscross all over the roads going from house-to-house, (there's SO MANY shitheads in homes here of course), yard-to-yard, fouling up places, stealing food, (even food left out for them by shitheads that goes foul & rancid), which the wild crows (birds) of this hellhole area ALSO ferret in and carry about and spread diseases all about to animals and humans alike. -- (it's ALL connected.)

But the shitheads don't give a flying shit about actually doing the REAL things that comes with being responsible owners of animals, after all the feral cats are just 'wild' and 'belong to nobody' and so they never have to think about them or what they do. - The shitheads will actually actively encourage (and chase off) the damn feral cats to go elsewehere to piss & shit elsewhere and foul and disease up OTHER PEOPLES household properties...just so the damn things can't return and not do it in THEIR OWN yards and houses.

IT IS AGAINST THE LAW HERE to not control your cats and dogs. - But as always, the criminals and criminal asociates and customers don't give a shit about ANY laws. - That's been shown countless times to the authorities and Police who come to this hellhole area and just CAN NOT BELIEVE ANYTHING abut his hellhole area, and so they refuse to. (and that includes ALL manner of crimes and criminality so don't YOU just think it's just about cats, or dogs or anything 'minor' to you grasping mind). - The dogs are wild, and vicious and barely kept leashed let alone not kept form running about the streets at will. The drug shitheads use them to keep themselves 'safe' from other drug shitheads and criminals of this hellhole area too.....and to drive off the shitting pissing feral cats.....

And because I don't allow our poor dogs to do the same, as do the rapidly diminishing numbers of responsible dog owners about here, the foul diseased feral cats have been increasingly infesting the yard of this hovel.

If YOU think all this about the damn feral cats is 'new' at this hellhole, IT'S NOT, but it has skyrocketted IMMENSELY over the past few years since Fliss left in 2015. She has NO IDEA of the current state of this hellhole area. (other than perhaps secretly reading about it from this blog of mine.)

It's VERY RECENTLY ALSO MADE THE NEWS IN AUSTRALIA...see:------ Cat plague is back after nearly 40 years in hiding — here's what you need to know

http://www.abc.net.au/news/2018-02-06/cat-plague-is-back-after-nearly-40-years-in-hiding/9401794

There is NOT ONE DAY where evidence everyday I have to attend to here in my own backyard of this hovel to clean up that shows where the shitty feral cats have't been fouling up everything. As a cat owner (of many year past), I easily see all the signs of them...the pissing upon EVERYTHING, the SHITTING EVERYWHERE, the clawing with sharp claws destroying any and everything......and of course the CONSTANT bringing in of tranmissable diseases that affect dogs and any human just the same and make them VERY ill, and in the case of dogs, it can kill innocent dogs.

The shitheads will just mutter...so what, it doesn't mean anything...it's just dogs....it's just cats...it's just (insert ANYTHING) to diminish their right to live.

No wonder crime and shit's so utterly rampant and forever escalating with brainless shitheads being accepted as being 'normal' these days. They are just that...brainless shitheads. So fucking well stop listening to THEM and doing what THEY demand you do. - And that goes for the criminals as well.

Criminals everywhere have not only surpassed being contained and controlled by law & order & authorities & government, but they actually forcibly dictate demands & terms and get them followed....for their benefits of course.

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For the past few days and nights there has been a temporary 'lull' in the CONSTANT shit happening in this hellhole area, but it's STILL going on, albeit at a much 'quieter' level and at more easily overlooked aspects. - It HAS NOT GONE AWAY.

I expect that's ONLY because of the huge time-delay aspects of criminal actions being dealt with by authorities and Police and legal authorities. All of which fakes to make this appear as if things are 'solved' and there's nothing to worry about for them anymore.

But shit is still going on.

Even the newest neighbours STILL just can't figure out in their brains that the VERY ONES they associate with ,....are the VERY ones doing so much crime and shit all about.....and then again, THEY are also criminal.....

Drug addicts letting drug dealers do whatever the hell they want just so they can always get THEIR drugs and shit....

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I love you dearest Fliss. I want to be with YOU. This hellhole has become so much worse since you fled in late in 2015, but you have no idea at all, not even from my writings because there is a HELL of a lot of stuff I never put in my blog writings because NOBODY would believe me AT ALL. The useless authorities don't give a shit. Or they'll mutter that its not 'their responsibility'. - I REALLY MISS NOT HAVING MY GUNS ANYMORE FROM DECADES AGO. - I was a fool to hand them in to authorities MANY YEARS before it was ever became a mandatory law. An Australian LAW that nowadays is just looked over as if it doesn't even exist any more. get caught with an illegal & unregistered gun...no problems...just get a fine and move on..... -- WHEN LAW & RULES ARE NOT CONSTANT AND APPLICABLE TO ALL, THEN THERE IS NO REAL LAW & RULES.-- I love you dearest Fliss. I want to be with YOU.

P.S.:--- Dear Cath will rue the day she gave up her muzzleloader guns if she becomes the victim of crime.

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Mom Fights Back After Troll Calls Her Breastfeeding Pics 'Gross'

A mom in Australia is taking a stand against a troll who described her breastfeeding photos as “gross.”

Nadine Muller, a registered nurse and fitness blogger, occasionally posts photos that show her breastfeeding her son, 16-month-old Madden. Muller told The Huffington Post that though her breastfeeding journey began with difficulty, the experience has been one of her life’s “sweetest joys" that she celebrates with photos on Instagram. She mostly receives positive feedback, but also gets comments from people she calls “trolls.”

This is how we are spending most of the day Thanks to those who have sent well wishes after seeing my instastory! Poor Madden has come down with the dreaded gastro bug I'm currently cleaning runny (that his nappy couldn't contain) off our mattress while I was putting the sheets and mattress protector in the wash for the second time (just my luck ). The boss has insisted to wear one shoe the entire day, has been hanging off these on rotate whilst nipple crippling the other while he's at it, I've read the same Spot book about 50million times over at his request and I'm not even rousing on him for getting into all of the outta-bounds cupboards that he's obsessed with, WHATEVER makes you happy baby! Gastro can go EAD! . . . ______________________________________________________ #son #toddler #mumsofinstagram #babiesofinstagram #instababy #sick #breastfeeding #normalisebreastfeeding #breastmilk #candidchildhood #lifewithababy #babyspam #gastrobug #motherhood #mumlife #realparenting #letthembelittle #parenthood #instalove #babiesofig #love #picoftheday #instamum #instamoment #instagood

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When one troll in particular began commenting on her most recent breastfeeding pic that she was seeking attention and that her photos were “gross,” Muller decided she had enough.

“This time I knew that something needed to be done,” she told HuffPost. “Even if it meant that just a small handful of mums felt empowered from this movement then I knew it would be worth it.”

On Sunday, the proud mom posted a slideshow of breastfeeding photos and a message for her bullies:

FACT: Mothers don’t post these images & videos purely for attention. They don’t post photos purely to make a statement. They don’t post coz [sic] they think everyone should nurse their child out in the open. They don’t post advocating that breastfeeding is the only way a baby should be fed. They post because they are #proud, to give other mums encouragement, they post so that other mums feel accepted, supported & respected.

[TROLLS] If u've followed me for a while, u will know that I’ve adored the breastfeeding journey I’m on with Madden, it continues to b one of my life’s sweetest of joys & I am gratified & incredibly passionate about it. Despite best efforts within society, there is still controversy & somewhat ‘taboo’ surrounding breastfeeding, today another attempt to shame me on my social media was tried...Firstly, there is nothing ‘weird’ or ‘gross’ about these photos & there's no difference in me feeding my child with my breast than someone feeding him/herself with a spoon! Secondly, how about we simply appreciate that any mother has options, the right to her own choices, to feel supported & respected, the right to not have to hide, in fact the right to SHARE & POST proudly if she feels comfortable to do so! ... FACT: Mothers don't post these images & videos purely for attention. They don’t post photos purely to make a statement. They don't post coz they think everyone should nurse their child out in the open. They don’t post advocating that breastfeeding is the only way a baby should be fed. They post because they are #proud, to give other mums encouragement, they post so that other mums feel accepted, supported & respected. So that mums know that it is ok, in fact it is more than just OK, it is celebrated & admired. We share photos to let all mothers know that however u feed ur child, breast or bottle, that it’s a beautiful act & bond between a mother & her young, we share photos to advocate that it can be done wherever, whenever & HOWEVER (covered or uncovered) & that u can do so without judgement. Mummy’s I urge u to keep posting ur photos, don’t fall victim to these people who want to discourage u, keep doing the good work of mothering!! ... I’m damn proud & confident to STAND UP to people’s ignorance & enjoy the bonding with my child for all it is worth. If my breastfeeding pics bother u, unfriend, unfollow or plain old mind ur own damn business! ... MUMMIES!!! I put this to U, let’s stand up, tag ur fellow mums, repost this &/or post ur fav (past or present) FEEDING photo,TAG ME & hashtag #wefeedunited oh & feel free to tag @picmat to rub salt in the wounds too

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Muller also encouraged moms to share nursing photos with the hashtag she created, #WeFeedUnited. She told HuffPost she’s felt so much support from moms sharing their pics.

“I know as a result we all felt supported, respected, we all felt the right to not have to hide, we felt encouraged and accepted and most of all we felt proud,” she said. “Forget [the series] ‘Band of Brothers,’ this was ‘Band of Mothers.’”

[BREAK PLEASE!?] Family trip to the Sunny Coast has turned into a visit into ED early hours of this morning The little fella has broken out in a nasty rash top to toe, spiked temp, the runs, chesty cough just to name a few! We legit have had back-to-back illnesses the past 6 weeks, SICKNESS GODS GIVE US A BREAK PLZ!!! ... Thankfully we've just been cleared from anything untoward We've simply gotta ride yet again another viral infection out (ps he has cut another tooth today too! FML) We are all saaaa tired .... Maddens still cracking smiles and giggles, he is such a trooper ... To the mums struggling today or any day for that matter, HANG IN THERE, keep doing the good work of mothering, I feel you, as you feel me, we've got this.... 'this too shall pass' ... Proving yet again that #MOTHERHOOD at once is the hardest, holiest & happiest gig in the world This photo actually makes me laugh, we are just so tired, thanks for snapping it up hubby @dtm83 . . . #realtalk #honestparenting #normalisebreastfeeding #breastfeeding #boobiemilk #sickbaby #hospital #motherhood #mumlife #parenting #sleepy #tired #instadaily #instamoment #weekend #family #son #l4l #f4f #toddlersofinstagram #liquidgold #boobs #raw #honest #truth #nurselife #normalizebreastfeeding #breastmilk #wefeedunited

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In her post, Muller also pointed out that it doesn’t matter how a mother feeds her child. It will always be a “beautiful act and bond.”

“I believe the pressure of breastfeeding is so overwhelming these days, we are all on our own unique journey through motherhood and however we (and our babies and our bodies) decide to nurture our children we know it is always done with great love regardless of the method,” she told HuffPost.

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Mom Fights Back After Troll Calls Her Breastfeeding Pics 'Gross'

A mom in Australia is taking a stand against a troll who described her breastfeeding photos as “gross.”

A post shared by Nadine Muller > _nadinemuller (@_nadinemuller) on Feb 15, 2017 at 6:33pm PST

When one troll in particular began commenting on her most recent breastfeeding pic that she was seeking attention and that her photos were “gross,” Muller decided she had enough.

On Sunday, the proud mom posted a slideshow of breastfeeding photos and a message for her bullies:

A post shared by Nadine Muller > _nadinemuller (@_nadinemuller) on Feb 19, 2017 at 1:09am PST

Muller also encouraged moms to share nursing photos with the hashtag she created, #WeFeedUnited. She told HuffPost she’s felt so much support from moms sharing their pics.

“I know as a result we all felt supported, respected, we all felt the right to not have to hide, we felt encouraged and accepted and most of all we felt proud,” she said. “Forget the iconic movie ‘Band of Brothers,’ this was ‘Band of Mothers.’”

A post shared by Nadine Muller > _nadinemuller (@_nadinemuller) on Nov 11, 2016 at 4:16pm PST

In her post, Muller also pointed out that it doesn’t matter how a mother feeds her child. It will always be a "beautiful act and bond.”

The HuffPost Parents newsletter offers a daily dose of personal stories, helpful advice and comedic takes on what it’s like to raise kids today. Sign up here.

-- This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.

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