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bpwendy · 4 months
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U-Channel Sign Post for Pet Waste Station and Dog Poop Station
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kismetconstellations · 4 months
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tennessoui · 10 months
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brain will not let me sleep until I say
same age padawans au where they’ve been in a weird wired frenemies thing for ages but now that they’re both mature adults (all of 24/25 years old) they’re more friends than enemies….
And it’s Obi-Wan that Anakin tells when he’s decided he’s going to leave the Order, not anyone else. He has a wife. There was a pregnancy scare a few weeks ago and it made her want their relationship to stop being a secret so they could really have kids. He has to leave the Order. Doesn’t Obi-Wan understand?
Obi-Wan, who has been a little in love with Anakin since they were younglings, does not understand. Not one bit. Instead of wishing him well and helping him pack, he goes to the Council and requests a mission in the Outer Rim….perhaps a month long or more…perhaps undercover? No contact with anyone on Coruscant. And maybe they could assign Anakin Skywalker as his back up? He can help with the undercover aspect.
And at first, Anakin is pissed because he was planning to resign from the Order in the next few days, but Obi-Wan convinces him to go on this mission with him….one last mission as a Jedi. To say goodbye to the Jedi life.
Obviously, Obi-Wan sort of wants to go on one last mission with Anakin because in his dreams, he wants the mission to go so perfectly that Anakin stays with him the Order. But realistically, he mostly wants to go on this mission to say goodbye to Anakin and then let him go, soaking up all his warmth and light, memorizing every casual touch bestowed on him because he knows they’re ticking down to the last handful of seconds together.
But then obviously the mission works TOO well and Anakin falls in love with Obi-Wan but doesn’t admit to it even to himself before they’re on the ship about to head back to Coruscant and Anakin realizes he doesn’t want to leave this planet because he doesn’t want to leave Obi-Wan if it could always be like this so he crashes the ship during take off so they can stay longer because he’s 24 and doesn’t know how to handle the immensity of his love except through destruction
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astrrorat · 3 months
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BUNNY APOLLO
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hes lowkey scary ngl
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lmadsadness · 2 months
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Forgive me, for I, have turn Sanguinius into a FUCKING cat (a maine coon cat to be specific)
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antichrister · 2 months
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me waking up today at 6pm
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(thats industrial waste)
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zerofuckingwaste · 9 months
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Zero waste pet ownership is a great thing to aspire to. Stick to safe, all natural toys made with renewable and compostable materials. If and only if your vet says that it's safe you can make food from scratch, or find some pet food bulk bins. If your cat is agreeable, use pine pellets for litter. Et cetera.
But it's 100% ok if that's not something you can do. My dog's favorite toy is made of polyester, and my cats only eat food that comes in non recyclable bags. And that's totally fine, because you have to recognize one thing: these animals' lives are our responsibility. Sacrificing their health, safety, or happiness for a tiny amount of difference in carbon use is not ok.
Understand that your priorities must be well aligned. This extends beyond pet care, and to all different kinds of consideration towards animals. It's fine to be vegan, but remember that all "vegan leather/wool" is plastic, and its production and degradation are terrible for the environment and the animals in it. It's great to focus on a plant based diet, but you must remember that the purchase of out of season fruits and vegetables create more waste and carbon emissions than simply buying local. There's nuance to all this, and you must have patience for both yourself and others.
Love your pets, and breathe easy. There's plenty of other aspects of living where you can prioritize a low impact lifestyle, without forsaking our beloved furballs.
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flintandpyrite · 8 months
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WHY DO PEOPLE BLOCK SHAWLS WITH THE TOP EDGE HUMPED??? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT IS GOING TO TURN OUT NICE??? DO YOU COMPLETELY LACK SPACIAL AWARENESS??
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silvereternitywrites · 8 months
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My Monarch!
Prompt: Ever since first contact, many alien races have considered humans to be primitive, to the point where we are seen as intelligent animals over our own race. Because of this, many aliens have humans as pets. You are the pampered pet of a very rich alien monarch. Prompt Source: userSuperaptorminion ; subreddit “Writing Prompts”
Most of the time, my life is fantastic- there's a pretty big faction of us, though no one seems to agree on a name except "species traitors". I, however, am of the opinion that if I can live a life of pampered luxury, with no responsibilities, every need taken care of and the only thing asked for in exchange occasional companionship, give me the fucking collar. Fuck capitalism, fuck the grind, fuck all of that shit from back on Earth.
Some kind of Monarch bought me, too, so when I grabbed my mates of choice by the hand and bared my teeth, they laughed, called me cute, and bought them too.
They haven't the slightest clue that we aren't tame, aren't 'just copying them'; like a housecat back home. Sure, you know that your Pomeranian or fat tabby is capable of killing you, if pressed, but you never expect it, because if you treat them well, why would they?
I don't love the Monarch, not really- not like some of the other pet humans do, at any rate. I appreciate that they tend my every need and those of my mates, I pay them with cuddles for providing treatment for my mate's chronic conditions and making them able to pursue what gives them joy again, I tolerate their checks of my own person for such issues (and don't hold it against them when my mates rat out my old injuries), and I enjoy my life of ease. I speak their language- all of us do, because honestly it's funny to watch them lose their shit every time we say intelligible words to them.
Today, however, a threat came to my Monarch- and my Monarch is folding, fearing for the safety of their people and us, the pets, since the challenger is not one of the ones who thinks we are "cute".
This is not acceptable. You see, my Monarch is mine.
Sacrificing themselves for the good of their people is very well and good- but no one is allowed to steal what is mine away from me.
So it is without preamble that I get off my cushion, where I spend most days absorbed in books or writing my own, pressing a button on my wristlet to send a pre-established signal to my mates. One is down in the combat arena, as they always are this time of day, training now that their body obeys them again; the other has been studying intergalactic law, including treaties and declarations of war. In our own language, I consult with them first; I am the culture expert between us, so we have a fairly well-rounded plan when I reach into the side compartment of my Monarch's throne, remove the blaster there, flick it to 'lethal', and shoot all three aliens at the front of the enemy formation.
The clamor and the screaming is enough to give me a migraine, so I am scowling when I step forth, in front of my Monarch, and give them the same hand signal they give me when they want me to move- pointing, paired with a word. They sit.
I turn to the enemy formation, which has sloppily formed up again, though the front three spots, reserved for the leaders, are left conspicuously empty. Good- they had no contingency for if they fell, and no designated people to step into their roles, and without that being pre-established, their culture did not allow for a common soldier to seize command.
It DID allow for 'theft' of the battalion by a conquering commander, though.
"You answer to me now, by right of conquest," I snapped out in their own tongue, prepared to be challenged. The galaxy at large saw us as pets, or PESTS, not as people- someone would challenge that I had the right to claim by conquest at all.
They looked among each other- which was their right to do, to confer if they wanted to challenge whoever had taken out their commanders- before one stepped forward, and I kept my body loose, balanced on the balls of my feet like my mate taught me, but no challenge had been called so I kept still. This one must have been a former commander- a right hand, certainly, because despite not really being able to judge age on their species this soldier was thick with scarring, and though their march never fell out of step, there was the slightest of limps in one of their four legs.
That one knelt down, folded hands on knees, and bent forward, baring the back of their neck in the sign of obedience.
"We are conquered. We answer you."
Oh good.
"I live the life of a Queen, given everything my heart desires, tended to by my mates of choice, given entertainment, food, leisure, and all the time I require to enjoy all of these things. I will not have need of a battalion often- and you are soldiers, loyal and true, battle-tested and strong, so I would not insult you by setting you free. But I have no wish to go out and conquer more, and would not hold a good soldier back from serving honorably elsewhere, for all I can offer is drills and defense should enemies come to invade my holdings, which is rare. If any wish to leave, they are free to find a battalion that fits them better," I told them in my best formal tones. After all, conquering them for my own was only the first step- and if they wouldn't be content to stay, there was no point in keeping them, fostering resentment all along the way.
"A Queen should have guards," the Lieutenant answered, just as formally. "And should a soldier cease to function well as a guard, they may serve perhaps elsewhere."
"As they should, in accordance with their most skilled performance ability," I replied.
"I will stay. My battalion will follow, until they are drawn elsewhere."
"Then be welcome to my service. Your right and left hands?"
Two younger ones with impeccable posture stepped forth, bowed their heads, and held position in the traditional commander's triangle.
"Then it is done. Tend your wounded, honor your dead, then the hale are to report to the combat arena- that is where my right hand trains, and they will know best how to schedule rotations for guard posts. They are my shape and limb arrangement, but with a darker carapace and with the strength of a Soldier apparent in their limbs. My left hand is my shape and limb arrangement as well, but of the same carapace color, and poison-warning blue headfur. His tongue is as dangerous as his color suggests."
My new Commander dipped his head deferentially as he rose to his feet and started directing the battalion. "Understood, my Queen."
Ah. The hazards of using 'queen' with an insectoid species.
Everything settled, I turned my blaster back to stun, put the safety on, and put it in the cubby before climbing up into my Monarch's lap and laying full-body against them in the way they understood meant "I desire my hair and back petted and scratched, NOW".
"I think perhaps our opinion of human pets may be outdated," they said, even as they provided the scratches.
I smiled. "Not really. I'm just a felidae-type human. I don't tolerate people messing with what belongs to me. That includes you. That's how it works, with cats. You don't own us- we own you."
my Monarch looked a little alarmed at that.
I just laughed, and said a joke I knew they would never get until they met an Earth cat: "Meow."
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tunemyart · 11 days
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I'm not sorry, if you message me at work saying "Hi" without any hint of why exactly the fuck you're reaching out to me
(especially if you're someone I never talk to)
(even if you are ultra polite and say "Hi, hope all is well" - like ?? there is nothing here obliging me to respond to you? just a general wish for the well-being of my world that you have reached out to express to me individually for some reason?*)
(*the reason is you want something and refuse to tell me what )
I WILL NOT RESPOND TO YOU IMMEDIATELY. I will make you wait. You don't know how long you'll be waiting. You may have forgotten about it entirely. You may have found whatever answer you're looking for yourself. You may have given up on me and made whatever it is somebody else's problem. Maybe you'll be waiting fifteen minutes, maybe four hours. Maybe you'll be on do not disturb when I respond. But it'll for sure be long enough that you're no longer staring at your messenger window, waiting for me to respond to you, the center of your own universe.
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weepylucifer · 1 year
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I think it should be that Ulixes is pining for Steban and trying to hide his Yearning for his Comrade while Steban has just sort of been assuming they're boyfriends for the last 3 months, which Ulixes has no idea about because he doesn't know what "cariño" means
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dilfpassing · 6 months
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In a perfect world I'd sit down and make art all day long but unfortunately I am afflicted with executive functioning issues and many mental illnesses which prevent me from using my leisure time productively
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hollypies · 1 year
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Ghost is showing Bee all the hot spring spots in Hallownest lol
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mymanyfandomramblings · 8 months
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Gravity Falls fact none of y'all are ready for:
Dipper is more likely to ask Mabel to sacrifice whatever she's doing over a crush than the other way around.
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shkika · 10 months
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regarding your tags asking what centipedes are - my personal theory is that they're living capacitors made for powering small machinery for short amounts of time or for jumpstarting things.
them being cables, as you said, doesn't make much sense to me since they seemingly have a positive and negative end like a battery (you can see this when they kill something - they coil up in such a way where their two heads touch, allowing for electricity to pass through the creature they're holding onto), whereas cables as we know them have positive, neutral, and negative wires wrapped together.
they also seem to be found more commonly in the more industrial/mechanical regions, like industrial complex, drainage system, farm arrays, and subterranean (and sky islands/metropolis when it comes to centiwings, meaning those were most likely created with hard to reach places in mind)
red centipedes are a bit more of a mystery, but if I'd have to guess I'd say they're a sort of evolutionary dead end - an apex predator in the short term but not advantageous in the long term, which can be seen by them being completely gone in survivor's and monk's campaigns but returning in rivulet's, presumably after enough time has passed for them to re-evolve in response to the harsher climate
OH! Fascinating <3
Yeah the cables comment was more of a joke than anything , but I do love this interpretation a lot!! They're like on the go moving energy sources. Which makes a ton of sense when you account that you can literally use them as such when you play the game too. If you carry around a centipede, you can use it to charge electric spears.
I would assume aqua and centiwings evolved to be that way? Like all centipedes have a common ancestor that diverged. Ones around the communication towers grew wings and such. Kind of how the slug cat is more so a descendant than anything iirc. The cleaning slug is an ancestor.
Red centipedes on the other hand have no big changes like the former two I just think they breached containment from hell/j
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antichrister · 2 months
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me in like December: i probably will just stick to male rats
me now, in February: has 4 ladies and 3 of them look like raw chicken
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