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dandelionsprout42 · 4 months

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I'm pretty sure Finland is lying about their Swedish-speaker statistics

(Having begun to appeal to Norwegian-speakers earlier today, I can probably do a dual post in English and fluent Swedish too.)

I was on vacation in Finland in August 2021, a very, very rare feat for a Norwegian (as older Norwegians still have PTSD from near-weekly depressing socio-realistic Finnish movies airing in the 80's), even more so when the Norwegian gov very strongly told people not to go on vacation. One of my many goals on the journey was: How many Finns could actually speak Swedish, and where?

The results were rather… disappointing.

In Vaasa, most major facilities had staff that spoke or understood Swedish very well. Scandic Hotel, Tropiclandia, K-Citymarket Kivihaka, and the Shell station that saved me from critical dehydration at 01:30. The Lidl staff however did not.

In Seinäjoki just 60km inland, I quickly realised it wasn't even worth it to try speaking Swedish except at the hotel reception. The pesäpallo kiosk and Hesburger spoke good enough English; the café at Megakeskus couldn't even that.

The less said about PowerPark and the nearby Harpa-Halli, the better. I had managed to mismount the carousel wagon stick thing, slid around, and hung on for dear life. I could've possibly died that day. Also got bruises from rodeo, and the forest elf didn't show up. No one there understood Swedish either.

Åbo (Turku) was also a place where I didn't try Swedish, mostly because I spoke to almost no one that day. At Moominworld, the backpack handlers spoke perfect Swedish with a Swedish accent, whereas the icecream kiosk staffer looked at me like I was from Jupiter and started making something at random before I corrected him in American English.

Viking Line Åbo-Stockholm had no problems with Swedish, of course.

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Jag var på semester i Finland i augusti 2021, ett högst mycket ovanlig prestation för en norrmann (eftersom äldra norrmänn framledes har PTSD från "Finsk fjernsynsteater" på 80:talet), även mera så när den norska regering stärkt frarådade folk emot att åka på semester. Ett av mina mål på resan var: Hur många finnar kunde värkligen prata svenska, och var?

Resultaterna var nogså… oimponerande.

I Vaasa (Vasa) hadde dom flesta stora faciliteterna ansatta som talade eller förstod svenska mycket bra. Scandic Hotel, Tropiclandic, K-Citymarket Kivihaka, och Shell-stationen som räddade mig från allvarlig dryckvattenmangel kl. 01.30. Lidl-affären gjorde däremot inte det.

I Seinäjoki just 6 mil innomlands, innsåg jag snabbt att det inte även var värdt innsatsen att prata svenska, med unntag av hotellreceptionen. Pesäpallokiosken och Hesburger pratade bra nog engelska; kaféen på Megakeskus kunde inte även det.

Jo mindra man kan säga om PowerPark och den närliggande Harpa-Halli, jo bättre. Jag hadde presterat att felmontéra karusellstang-tingesten, skled runt, och hållt fast för hela mitt jävlere liv. Jag kunde fullt möjligt ha dödats den dagen. Fick också blåmärkor från rodeo, och skogsälvan dukkade aldrig upp. Ingen där förstod svenska hällre.

Åbo var också en plats var jag inte försökade svenska, i huvudsak eftersom jag pratade med nästen ingen den dagen. I Muminvärlden pratade dom säckskap-ansvariga perfekt svenska med svensk aksent; honom i kassan i glasskiosken stirrade på mig som om jag var från Jupiter och började laga nått helt tilfällig, för jag korrigerade honom på amerikansk engelska.

Viking Line Åbo-Stockholm hadde inga problem med svenska, självklart.

#finland #suomi #svenska #swedish #travel blog #probably svorsk #linguistics

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shardofhope-fanfic · 1 year

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A celebration of life for a very special rat.

Juice Box, May 2021 to April 5th, 2023

I knew that neither of them would be around very long. I was told time and time again that they only lived 2 years or so, 3 if you were lucky and 4 if you had an immortal on your hands. I thought I would have been ready for it, when the time came. I had seen people and pets pass before. I was wrong.

I'm not going to talk about his sudden failing weight. I'm not going to talk about him shrinking compared to his brother. I'm not going to talk about the medications and special diet I used to try and ween him back to health. I'm not going to talk about the half a dozen vet visits I took him to in two months, trying to buy him comfort and health for as long as I could. And I'm not going to talk about the gradual recovery, only for a steep decline to suddenly take him within 36 hours. That's not what this was about. This is a celebration, a show of love to the little gremlin that improved my life tremendously even while causing me problems. The best I can give him now is a digital memory that will, luck serving, even outlive me. An extension of existence that only I can provide. A digital rat ghost, and a way to show off my best boy to the world, one last time.

I had bought them on a whim. I was working nights, my mental health was at its worst, and like all fools, I decided on a bit of retail therapy. I have no idea how I landed on a rat breeder site, but it went downhill from there.

I drove for 3 hours after a 12 hour shift to pick these two goones, Juice box and Jimmothy from the breeder. Those are the names I gave them because at that point I was delirious from caffeine and excitement, so named them the best I could

I had no idea what I was getting into whatsoever. You look at that adorable, photogenic man and tell me you expected trouble! But he was. Although not as brash and indipendet as his brother, he was a escape artist through and through. He was the one that first broke out of the cage when I wasn't looking. I found him 10 min later, watching me from the trash can.

And then under the dresser

And later, on the bed after breaking into the snacks.

I would later have to modify the cage to keep him and his brother from escaping. What I learned first is that rats were smarter than you would give them credit for. They would engineer escapes if they caught me slacking, pull things through the bars of the cage, the works.

But what I learned about my pocket puppies was a diffrence of personality. Jimmothy was, and still is, a tank of a rat. Even at two years old, he fights off my younger rat Jeepers with ease. The man is nearly 500 grams but according to the vet is "Healthy as a old man could possiably be, if a bit fat." Hes always had a personality to match. A rowdy, demanding rat with an independence streak a mile long Juice box turned out to be a god-damned goofball.

Jimmothy, if given the ability, would mug you for cheese. Juice box? oh he would just share it and try to be your friend. There wasn;t a brain cell rattling around in that head that wasn't dedicated to friendship. So he was a goofy, dumb little goblin.

Unlike his brother, he would sometimes come up and just flop in your lap, or hang out on your shoulder like a fuzzy parrot. He didn't pretend he didn't want your love like his prideful brother.. He had no pride, only love in his little heart.

He of course, cuddled most with his brother, something he grudgingly went along with. he was the runt after all, and like the little brat he was he got what he wanted. But that didn;t mean he shunned human company completely.

He would let me pose him for these silly little photos as well, but I didn't just use him for my own artistic desires, I enjoyed some smuggle time as well.

not to mention he would groom me constantly. At first I thought it was just something tastey on my hands. I would not assume love out of this simple act. But after some tests, washing my hands with non sented soaps, and even showering, he still groomed me. A simple act that showed me how much he cared, in his own little air headed way. I find it funny that I have so few picures of this act, despite the fact he would do it for half a hour if allowed. I guess I was too busy enjoying the moment.

That's not to say his brother didn't love me, Juice was just more willing to show it. Jimmothy had his ways but he was much like a cat in that respect. I was also his second fav. His love for his brother was unmatched, even when he was being a bit of a bully.

They would fuck with each other constantly, steal food from each other constantly, and play wrestle. Pretty much brothers through and through. Little shitheads that they were

But although his brother hadn't aged a day, Jimmothy began to slow down. I won't torment you with that slow painful process. But what I will share with you is a small ray of sunshine. A small, warm moment, from me to you. And a comfort most other rat owners needed to hear.

As he got older and started to slow down, he grew more gentle and more attached. he would run to me during their playtime and cuddle into me. He would bury his little face into my shirt. He would even hide under my shirt. The little scamp was most likely getting away for his more energetic younger brother. But then he started getting sick.

And all he did was seek time with me. He would, even wobbly and ill as he was, clamber up to the cage when opened and try to climb up my arm. He would fight me when I went to put him back in the cage, weakly, but still. I thought at the time he was seeking comfort and quiet with me, while the other two healthy rats ran rampant. Now, I'm half convinced he did it for me too. I had thought them animals, smart, but animals none the less. I am convinced he knew his time was coming far before me, as I stubbornly fought to keep the reaper at bay for a few months more. But he sought me out for comfort, to be held, every single time, even when he could barely move he strive to climb up my shoulder or fall asleep in my arms. He felt safe. He trusted me when he must have been scared

The last week he spent alive was spent close to me. He didn't want to wander so I would keep him at my desk, so he would be close. He had put on weight that week, and had been eating pretty well and responding to antibiotics. But on his last day on this earth, he refused to eat but would bury himself in my warmth whenever he could. I remember watching shitty youtube videos while petting him the entire morning, a day I had had off for once in a long time. I was showered from the gym and in fresh clothes. I put him down in his pet bed, tucked him in, and got a little writing done. And then he was gone. It's the only comfort I had, really, that I was with him when he died. That although I wasn't holding him, he didn't feel alone, he didn't feel scared. Rats tend to go out loud, screaming and fighting. Juice box passed so quietly that I only noticed when I picked him up and he was cold. I am sure, that he knew he was loved. All your rats know that you love them. Take some comfort in that although their lives were short, you were their entire world.

#pet rats #my rats #pet death #pet

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tallseaweed · 2 months

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Relinquish Your Burden: Chapter 5

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Relinquish Your Burden - Chapter 5 - tallseaweed - Loki (TV 2021) [Archive of Our Own]

The first thing Mobius heard when he stepped through the Time Door was the crashing of distant waves. It was night, but the glow of street lamps and glittering stars illuminated a tastefully styled town square bordered by snow-capped houses. Loki and Thor were standing a few paces ahead, Love clutching the latter's hand. Thor was murmuring something softly to his brother. He heard the telltale thud of Sylvie's boots stepping onto the cobblestones behind him as the orange door warbled shut. Thor turned to address the group.

"I'm going to go speak with the king to fill her in on our, ah… situation," he said. "In the meantime, there's a place you can stay just up there," Thor pointed down one of the streets toward a hill topped with a small stone cottage. "Are you alright staying with them, Love?" The young girl just shrugged. "Alright then, I'll meet up with you all shortly," he said, squeezing Loki’s shoulder before heading toward a side street with some of the more elaborate residences.

Silence descended once more. "I can watch Love," Sylvie volunteered. Mobius raised his eyebrows. Somehow, he wouldn't have guessed her as the “kids” type. Love turned toward Sylvie in indignation.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” she protested, but Sylvie leaned down and whispered something in her ear. The young girl’s eyes flicked between Loki and Mobius, the corners of her mouth turning up at whatever Sylvie was saying. Then, she willingly took Sylvie’s outstretched hand and the pair started down the road toward the cottage. Mobius flushed, thinking he had a pretty good guess as to what Sylvie might have implied.

Attempting to distract Loki before he pieced it together, Mobius caught his eye and raised a gloved hand to knock on the clear outer casing of his spacesuit helmet.

“Probably won’t be needing this anymore,” Mobius commented idly, letting his hand fall back down before studying it. “Would you help me take off this glove so I can get the helmet off?”

Loki smiled at him softly, but instead of reaching for the wrist of Mobius's blue glove, he reached toward the neckline of the suit and pressed a small button. The clear helmet retracted with a hiss, subjecting Mobius's face to a cold gust of wind.

“Wouldn’t want your hands getting cold,” said Loki, letting his arm drop back to his side.

"Guess you don't have to worry about that, huh," Mobius replied, eyeing Loki's bare hands and flimsy green clothes.

Loki huffed, "Ice runt, remember?" His subtle smirk reassured Mobius that he didn't take that old taunt personally. It felt like a small eternity had passed since he'd been goading Loki into helping him find his 'superior variant.'

They lapsed into silence. As Loki took in their surroundings, his smile faded away.

"Would you care for a walk?" He asked.

"Fine by me," Mobius answered, grateful for anything to disperse the tension. They started walking toward the water, the roar of the ocean like a siren’s song in his ears. To Mobius, no sound could compare to waves crashing on the shore. The brine-scented wind picked up the closer they approached, whipping his hair out from where it had been tucked behind his ears.

"The longer hair suits you," Loki commented, glancing over at Mobius with another one of his soft smiles.

Mobius hoped the cold masked his burning cheeks. "Yeah, well, I figured I'd shake things up a little," he said, feeling strangely self-conscious. He attempted to change the subject. "I would tell ya what I've been up to these past few years, but I’m guessing I might not have to, seeing as you’ve become the all-knowing God of Stories and all.”

Loki let out a humorless huff of laughter. "Yes, I suppose I have been rather omniscient, haven't I." They walked a few paces in silence, Loki seeming to gather his thoughts. "You know, I actually got to meet Don before all the failed attempts to fix the Loom."

Mobius stopped in his tracks. "Wait, what do you mean 'all the failed attempts?' We never even tried using Multiplier, you just ran out there and…" he swallowed, unable to finish the sentence. The memory was still just as painful after all these years. He attempted to switch topics. "When would you have had time to meet Don?" For some reason, the thought of his Variant and Loki spending time together didn't sit well.

They’d arrived at the beach—a large expanse of tide-smoothed rock with an unobstructed view of the ocean and starry sky. Loki beckoned for Mobius to follow, leading them toward an elevated shelf of rock. Mobius looked over at him, noticing just how weary he looked. "I think we'd better sit," Loki sighed, "it's quite a long story."

Mobius sat down on the rock, looking up at him expectantly. "Well lucky for you, I've got all the time in the world." Loki sank down beside him, and took a deep breath.

"The first time the Loom exploded, I started time slipping again," he began.

"Wait, you’re tellin’ me that Casey's Variant was a prisoner? And O.B.'s wrote sci-fi books??" Mobius asked incredulously, trying to reconcile it all with what he knew about the clerk and eccentric engineer.

"They were. when I found out O.B. was a writer, I thought I was completely doomed," Loki chuckled wryly. "I was pleased to hear that he was also a scientist—he claimed it was his 'day job.' He tried to help me control my time slipping, but it wasn't working. So, we decided to explore a different method."

"Sylvie told me that ripping you all from your place on the timeline to try and get back to the TVA would be unethical and selfish.” Mobius raised his eyebrows, but Loki pushed on. “She said that I should go ‘write my own story’ like the rest of you. By the end of our conversation, she’d convinced me she was right.” Loki looked down, absentmindedly picking at the skin of his palm. “I went back to return all of your Variants to their lives, but then she came back, saying the branches were all dying. By then, it was too late. Everything, everyone started spaghettifying."

Mobius’s stomach curled with dread. "What did you do then?" He asked gently.

Loki glanced at him sidelong. "I learned to control the time slipping."

"After a few centuries of trying to fix the Loom-"

"Hold on, centuries?!" Icy dread snaked its way down Mobius’s spine. "You mean to tell me you spent centuries repeatedly time slipping to fix the Loom and still sacrificed yourself in the end?"

The exhaustion creasing Loki's face was almost unbearable to witness. "It was the only way."

"How could that be the only way? Didn't the Throughput Multiplier ever work?"

"Eventually, yes, but it was all a waste of time." Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. "I time slipped back to the Citadel, where He Who Remains told me he designed the Loom as a failsafe to delete all branches but the Sacred Timeline. He claimed the TVA was collateral damage—easy to rebuild. It was either kill Sylvie and keep the Sacred Timeline, or break the Loom and risk Multiversal War with He Who Remains' Variants."

Mobius was speechless. The two of them sat in heavy silence while he collected himself. "Was that when you decided?" Mobius murmured quietly.

Loki let out a long sigh. "Not quite. I paid visits to you and Sylvie, respectively." At Mobius's questioning gaze, he elaborated. "It was Sylvie from when the Loom originally exploded, and you from our past. Both of you were spaghettified immediately after our conversations. I was only keeping it at bay by freezing time."

Before he could restrain himself, Mobius blurted, "You can freeze time?"

"I can do all sorts of things with time," Loki replied grimly, "but I haven't had to since restoring the Multiverse. If I have to, I’ll use those powers again to eradicate threats to the timelines. It's why I made the Watcher swear that new oath. My… skillset,” he smiled dryly, “keeps the Multiverse safe."

They sat in silence for a time, watching the crashing waves as the minutes inched by. In time, Mobius gathered the nerve to ask the question he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer to.

"What did I say to you, when you froze time to talk to me?"

Loki didn't respond for a while, increasing Mobius’s unease.

"You told me that I had to keep the big picture in mind, and that most purpose is more burden than glory," he said quietly.

"What?" Mobius whispered, his heart hammering uncomfortably in his chest. "How far did you go back to talk to me, Loki?"

Loki kept his eyes averted. "Our initial confrontation in Time Theater 25."

Mobius leaped to his feet, Loki flinching at the sudden movement. He began pacing back in forth, raking his gloved fingers through his hair. "Why would you talk to me all the way back then Loki?? I was using you! I wouldn’t have been looking out for you at all!”

Abruptly, Loki's hand was on his shoulder, stilling him mid-stride. "That's precisely why I chose that time to speak to you. You were unbiased toward the situation."

Mobius whirled around to face him. "So you listened to the advice I chose to give back when I was still brainwashed by the TVA, pruning Variants? Gods, Loki, it's like if I had gone to ask you for advice when you set the Bifrost on Jotunheim, or during the Battle of New York! Did you suddenly decide you couldn't trust my judgment after I tried to become a better person??"

To his credit, Loki didn't look phased by the vitriol. Mobius knew it was a low blow—using Loki's past mistakes as ammunition—but it hurt that Loki had chosen to seek out advice from him in the past—from a version of himself whose actions he still had a hard time reconciling. Why would Loki trust the words of a Mobius who had blindly followed orders, brainwashed into carrying out the will of mindless androids?

"You care about me too much, Mobius," Loki said gently. "If I had chosen to speak with you in the Temporal Core control room, can you honestly say you would have let me go? I couldn't have anyone holding me back from doing what needed to be done." Loki looked toward the horizon, his eyes glazed with distant memories."It would have hurt so much more."

Mobius looked down at the ground, a vain attempt to hide the tears making their way down his cheeks. He raised a fisted hand to rest on Loki's chest, and before he knew it, his forehead was falling onto the God's shoulder. Loki wrapped his arms around him comfortingly, and the two of them just stood there, holding each other under the stars. A silent apology for the things they couldn't bring themselves to say.

When Mobius eventually lifted his head, the sky was lit by a soft green glow. "Is that from you?" He asked quietly. Loki looked up.

After a moment, Loki said, "It's not, but I can see why you'd think so.” His eyes remained fixed on the green ribbons of light.

"It must be the aurora borealis," Mobius whispered, slightly breathless with awe.

"What is it?" Asked Loki.

"I think it has something to do with electrons flowing through Earth’s magnetic field,” he offered pragmatically. Loki hummed, lost in thought.

After a time, Loki seemed to notice Mobius rubbing his neck from the strain of looking up so long. He waved his hand, conjuring thick blankets and cushions at their feet. "Would you like to lay down and watch?" He asked.

"Yeah," Mobius smiled softly. "I really would."

The stars had begun shifting across the sky by the time Mobius finally mustered the courage to ask, "What was it like? Sitting there in the multiversal Yggdrasil?"

Loki was silent for so long that Mobius half-convinced himself he hadn’t actually asked the question aloud. When the answer finally came, it was so quiet that Mobius almost missed it.

“Lonely."

Mobius turned his head, seeing Loki's throat bob with emotion. "It was so lonely, Mobius.”

Mobius swore he could feel his heart breaking. Before he could second guess himself, he shifted to his side, reaching out to take Loki's hand in his gloved one. "It's over now, Loki, you did it! You saved all of us. You-" Mobius's voice broke, and mentally cursed himself. He had to get it out, had to make sure Loki knew. "You get to rest now. It's not your burden anymore." Loki turned his head toward Mobius, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Mobius gave him a watery smile. "You get do have a life too."

They lapsed into a heavy silence, eventually laying back to continue watching the lights. Something about the vulnerability he'd seen in Loki's eyes compelled Mobius to hold onto his hand for a little longer. After a time, Mobius resolved to voice the question that had been eating away at him for 3 1/2 years. Pointedly keeping his eyes trained on the sky, he asked, "What were you gonna tell me, back before we fixed your time slipping?” He swallowed. “You said, 'If I don't make it back—' and then disappeared before you could say."

Out of the corner of his eye, Mobius saw Loki turn his head to look at him. The weight of his gaze was unbearable all of a sudden. He regretted saying anything. "Ya know what, I'm sorry I asked. It was hundreds of years ago for you, I wouldn't expect you to remem-"

"I wanted to thank you," Loki interrupted.

Mobius stole a glance at Loki, confusion quickly replacing his embarrassment. "For what?"

"For saving my life," Loki said solemnly, tilting his body to face Mobius. "You gave me a second chance. You were able to see something in me that I couldn't see in myself."

Mobius mirrored Loki's position, turning to face him fully. His eyes roved across Loki's face, the sincerity he found there stealing his breath away.

"Loki, you're the one that gave, not just me and the TVA, but everything a second chance. I should be thanking you, not the other way around!" He protested emphatically.

The aurora sparkled in Loki's eyes, and Mobius found he couldn't breathe.

"I wouldn't have done any of it if it weren't for you. Don't you see that?"

Mobius held Loki's gaze, his heart stuttering in his chest. The longer they watched each other, the more uneven his breathing became. Loki's eyes searched his face, and after a moment, seemed to find what they’d been looking for. Slowly, he brought his free hand up, tracing Mobius's jawline with a featherlight touch. Loki’s cool fingers were a soothing balm to the heat radiating from his cheeks. Could Loki tell how fast his heart was beating?

Ever so slowly, Loki leaned in closer, his gaze flicking down to Mobius’s lips before meeting his eyes again. "Mobius, I…" Loki took a deep breath. "Is this alright?" His voice was barely more than a whisper.

"Yes," Mobius whispered back breathlessly, reaching out to brush an errant curl from Loki's forehead. His other hand squeezed Loki's in reassurance.

Then, Loki was closing the distance between them. The kiss was doting, gentle even. Painfully romantic. Mobius poured his heart into it, desperate to convey just how much he cared, how long he'd wanted this. How much of him had broken when Loki climbed those invisible stairs into the sky. Loki pulled away slightly, wiping a tear from Mobius's temple.

"Are you alright?" Loki asked softly, eyes searching as his breath fanned across Mobius's cheeks.

Mobius's heart skipped a beat. "Never better," he responded truthfully, gently stroking a thumb across Loki's cheekbone. He couldn't help it when another tear escaped the corner of his eye.

Soon, Loki was crying too, and Mobius pulled him close, the God burying his face against his neck. Loki tangled their legs together, and Mobius stroked his inky black curls, savoring the feeling of holding the man he loved as the northern lights danced across the heavens.

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full-tiltboogiearc · 6 months

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went a lil' crazy with my half-realized mood boards today and came up with two OCs (technically three but idk if harley quinn!chaeyoung will be a thing bc writing in fandoms is intimidating but)

on your left you'll see a josh hutcherson oc with drive 2011 and hotline miami and nobody 2021 vibes. a mercenary of sorts with a code name who travels across the country doing different jobs, never staying in one place in his crappy delorean-esque car. this gig has run in his family for two generations, starting with his grandpa, then his dad, both retired veterans in a special, confidential department of the us military. they all share the same name, and it’s known in that contract-work life that they’re all related, but they’re untraceable. and the big difference with his generation is he’s not as good at keeping cool, actually he’s quite the hothead and is notorious for killing people when he doesn’t have to (his dad and grandpa mainly relied on stealth and disarming, not killing). maybe he’s pissed off the wrong guy and has people coming after him, idk! i’m thinking for fun this’ll be set in the 80s!

tw: mental abuse mention // on your right you’ll see my feral reject cerberus-esque demon dog girl. she was once hades’ right hand girl, kinda like joker and harley quinn, except the thing is instead of the three headed cerberus dog she was one of three other girls who were basically vying for the asshole’s attention. she is the runt of the litter basically. she decided one day she was fed up being a guard dog for somebody who didn’t appreciate her, so she left the depths of hell and embarked (ha get it, bark) on a journey to earth in search of a new “owner.” long story short she’s a stray attack dog. and she doesn’t hide it much either. you might see her rummaging through garbage in the alley or gnawing on the severed arm of somebody she saw being a dick to someone else (she kinda has PTSD from hades and just wants all people to be free of their abusers, tbh) and decided to maul, kill, and eat.

they’re both unhinged. who wants them

#out of cheetos #chaos!#i don’t even have names picked out

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tittyinfinity · 8 months

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Getting cats was the best investment I ever made for my mental health, oh my god.

Alright now I gotta talk about how much I love them and I know this is gonna be long but I HAVE TO

I was only supposed to have one. My friend's cat was pregnant, and my brother and I planned to adopt one each.

A week before I got Roxas, Thronk showed up and adopted us. She was abandoned by her previous owner at the apartment complex. Every day, she'd run up to us to pet her. Then one day, she climbed up to my second story balcony and decided she was ours. Of course I kept her.

Then I got Roxas. Matt asked what color kitten I wanted and I said to surprise me. She brought me Roxas, a little white kitten who's identical to his mom.

About a week after that, my brother asked me if we could hold onto a kitten for him until he moved. He wanted an orange cat because he already had an orange cat named Pluto. He wanted to name his cat Friendly Demon after the main character in the book he's writing. I brought FD home with me. After a week or so, when me brother was ready to move, FD and Roxas had become inseparable. They were cuddling and playing all day every day. I couldn't give FD to my brother. So he grabbed a different orange cat from the same litter, Zeke. This was August or September of 2021.

Fast forward to November of 2022. My friend Matt needs us to babysit my cats' mom and siblings. She had 2 (or 3?) more litters since my babies were born.

(Pausing to type that I've been writing this for over an hour because my cats have been climbing over me this whole time and hate that I'm giving my phone attention. They keep pushing my phone away and meowing at me until I pet them)

Anyway. Babysitting their mom and siblings. The first time we babysat them, one of the cats was immediately attached to us. Her name was Sunny and she was so small that I thought she was one of the kittens. She was always begging for tummy rubs and purrs louder than a motorboat. I told Matt that I wanted her when I move out. Then comes December, and we're babysitting the cats again. This time, when they come to pick up Sunny, she absolutely REFUSES to get back in the carrier. I told her to just go ahead and leave her with me.

I renamed Sunny to Midna. I was wondering why she never got any bigger. I found out she's only 5 months younger than my boys and she'll be 2 next month. She's definitely the runt out of all her siblings.

Fast forward to now. I moved back in with my mom, who didn't want any cats at her house. Suddenly, Thronk started BLOSSOMING. She used to hide away from the other cats. But here, she didn't have to be around them as often. My mom ended up falling in love with her and decided that she's hers now. Thronk is now Skittles and my mom will snap if you call her Thronk. She's now allowed to roam the entire house freely while my cats stay in my room (and get to go out occasionally). Thronk (sigh. Skittles) is now happier than ever, and I have 3 cats to take care of instead of 4.

Having the 3 cat siblings is PERFRCT for me. They love each other SO MUCH. They're always cuddling with each other. They play together. They all beg me for my attention and I always have a cat to love on.

In moments that I feel sad, they come and cheer me up. I always get so happy and excited to see my cats. Before then, I was having negative thoughts all day. Eventually, it actually TRAINED MY BRAIN OUT OF THE DEEP DEPRESSION. When you have negative thoughts, it leads to more negative thoughts. I started having more positive thoughts around my cats. It brought more positive thoughts. THEY CHANGED MY LIFE.

Anyway, I love my babies so much

#.bdo #roxas the cat #friendly demon the cat #midna the cat #thronk the cat #SHE'LL ALWAYS BE THRONK TO ME MOM SHES NOT ''SKITTLES''

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Piscean 2021

She must of been a princess in her past life and found it a shock to be a dog. She was very small when we got her on this day, they called her Petal and we called her Luz like the light she will gravitate towards now. Descansa en paz my sweet little runt dog. I will miss your need to be close

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mcwexlerscigarette · 3 months

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A Random List of Movie Recommendations

Fatal Attraction (1987)

Clifford (1987)

Corrina, Corrina (1994)

Let's Kill Ward's Wife (2014)

Dual (2022)

Hereditary (2018)

Catwoman (2004)

Eden Lake (2004)

Runt (2021)

Bound (1996)

Grave Encounters (2011)

As Above, So Below (2014)

Tusk (2014)

The Lie (2020)

The Blair Witch Project (1999)

Bridge To Terabithia (2007)

Monster House (2006)

Creep (2014)

See For Me (2022)

Girlfriend's Day (2017)

Look Who's Talking (1989)

Not Another Teen Movie (2002)

The Perfection (2019)

A Girl Like Her (2015)

I Love My Dad (2022)

#for whenever you struggle to find a good movie :)

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squigglywindy · 2 years

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Recommend some of your favorite fics?

On AO3:

Not Like You by Hylian Harmony is a masterpiece and led me to check out their profile and read everything they’ve posted and agdjahdjsk they are so talented they make the Best Soup

Mom of Four my Triforce_of_Mischief I’ve read it probably double digits of times it’s just so soft

Dawn of the Fourth by LazuliQuetzal what a ride love it sm

The Price of Adventure by Sky_Squido and literally every other word they’ve ever written it’s all so good I’ve devoured it all and am eagerly awaiting more

The Floor is Lava! by FlamingIdiot is a masterpiece, and once again led me to devouring a bunch of their other stuff it’s all amazing

What You Look At, You Change by Telemna_Hyelle *chefs kiss* I love it so much

Linkeduniverse Whumptober 2021 by Skyward_Arpeggio is a collection of masterpieces (and probably 2022 as well, I eagerly await having enough time to find out)

Speed Runt At Your Own Risk by Anicyz is also a delightful ride I’ve been staring at intensely since chapter one

There are more, but this is off the top of my head. The fact that I’ve had real conversations with some of these people blows my mind all to pieces and I almost tagged them but whooo boy that’s scary anyway <3

#Squiggles answers #Anon my beloved #ficrecs #there’s a bazillion more #here’s a sample

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 2 years

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STOLEN UMBRELLA S2 BLURB || A LIGHT SUPPER

(PLANNED 2020, WRITTEN 2021)

A/n: Happy TUA 3 Eve! Im watching at midnight tonight and I cannot contain my excitement!! I'm so so ready to see these little dickheads again and it's only getting me more hyped to plan for TSU 3! I'm barely into the the third episode, let alone the second season but I figured I'd get one of my blurbs out as celebration (and to keep yall on your toes 😜) Yes! This is a real excerpt from TSU S2 and while it's the earliest of early drafts and details could change, this is what's to come! Hope you enjoy and sorry I'm so awkward about writing pda, it is not my thing in case you couldn't tell 😅

Warnings: the first of first drafts, unedited, pda written by a gay girl with no interest in pda and doesn't know what the hell to write other than parroting shit she's encountered in other media :p

Several pairs of eyes dart around the room, unable to do anything but sit in silence as Klaus shudders in a heap on the floor. You had just been about to slip out of your seat to check on him when Reginald clears his throat.

"Well," he says, slamming his notebook shut and rising from his seat. "I've seen about enough."

That's all he gives any of you before he's already heading for the door.

"No, I-" Luther stutters. But Reginald was still walking away.

Just the sound of his heels clicking against the floor as he walked away from all of you was enough to anger everyone. But it also didn't last long. His footsteps slowed gradually, each swing of his leg growing slower as of he were wading through water confusing everyone. Including himself. With a curious look, one surely tighting his grip on his monocle, he looks down at his own two legs. His movements had stopped altogether, apart from the wobbling of his knees that fought to keep him upright.

"No,"

All eyes turn to you, risen from your seat with your fiery eyes locked on the man. Reginald, despite his rapidly growing mass, manages to turn over his shoulder to meet your eye. He looked... unsure.

Everyone around you watched astonished as you departed from Diego's side to stalk towards Reginald. The closer you got, the closer the man got to the ground along with his things. His notebook had already been sucked towards the floor, making an obnoxious smack nobody cared about.

"You will listen," you said carefully, in a growl that was building from the back of your throat.

His monocle was the next to dive for the for the ground, snapping to the floor like a magnet on a fridge.

"You've lied," you point to the broken mess of a family he had left in his wake. "You've hurt," he had crumbled to knees, looking up at you from where you had placed him. You tower over him, belitting him as he had all of them their entire lives. How he had for all your life, supposedly. You point shakily to your chest in rage. "You've stolen,"

A bitter scoff breaks through as you shake your head, disgusted.

"And you call it bravery," it was getting harder and harder for Reginald to breathe, and his spine began to whine in pain. "You call yourself a hero,"

You draw in a deep breath, a smile splitting over your face.

"You are not," you say. Proudly, you gesture behind you at the academy. "They are. Because they had to be," you take another step forward to the trembling man. "to save themselves," another step. "from you," you jabbed your finger in his shoulder and he lost his balance momentarily.

He fought hard enough not to fall, but for Reginald Hargreeves, it was still considered a victory.

Everything was silent for several moments. Everyone watched as he slowly looked down at his wobbling form on the ground. Finally, as if none of it had happened-or wasn't still happening-he looked up at you. The discontent he managed to plaster on his face dispite the crippling pain weighing him donw made you sick. Even when he was being put in his place he made it his job to remind you who he believed to be superior.

"Well," he says almost sarcastically. "It seems the runt has got some fight after all,"

You took a subtle, seething breath.

"Savor this moment," he casts a glance to the stunned silent academy. "all you of you, as it is very likely none of you will ever hear this from me again," he cocks his head at you, like a condescending adult scolding a child. "I was wrong."

Your heart lifts in the your chest.

"I was wrong in dismissing your abilities," A smirk tugs at your lips. "As I was terribly mistaken in giving you a second chance."

The smirk fell off your face, leaving behind a disgusted frown. "A second chance?"

"Whatever life I gave to you-whatever faith I had in you was clearly ill-placed. Of course you would never amount to anything other than destruction," he glances past your shoulder at everyone, including a seething Diego. His hands were already reaching for one of his knives, waiting at the ready. "that's why you're all here, I suspect? Yet another cosmic blunder made in attempt at fixing your wrong doings,"

No words left your mouth, but hot and agry tears began brimming in your eyes without your permission.

"And there it is," he says with the click of his tongue. "No matter how far you try to run from it, the truth always reveals itself in the end. And the truth i see before me now, is nothing but a frightened child with too much power."

A single tear breaks the though the dam and down your cheek. Your head is trembling as fury consumes you, but you maintain your composure enough to lean down into his face and spit through gritted teeth, "So. Do. I,"

Your hold on Reginald evaporates, releasing him into a wobble. Hiking your chin up, you step around him, making sure to kick his journal out of reach as you storm for the exit.

Diego's eyes had nearly run dry; he had been so engrossed in the moment he had forgotten to blink. He couldn't believe it. Had you just done that? No one stood up to his father, nobody got the last word. Then again, you weren't some nobody.

Diego finally breaks out of his spell when he registers you stepping through the elevator doors. His heart pounding sporadically against his ribcage and holstering the knife with his fathers name on it, Diego kicks into gear and jogs after you.

You pull your eyes away from the glowing lobby button and waited less than patiently for the doors to close. Your head had been buzzing far too much to notice Diego had taken off after you. It was only when he slipped past the closing elevator doors and was snaking his arm around your waist you were snapped out of your angered thoughts.

You only had a second to send him a baffled look before he gently threw you against his chest, your lips smashing together in a passion. You were surprised to say the least you felt yourself melting into his touch, your own hand sliding up his chest and draping over his neck as his other hand snaked your waist.

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'Kay I'm gonna hide now lmao <3

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Taglist:

@whatawonderfulusername @vicassa @ohmyitsfaith @white-wolf-buckaroo @guineverebeckilicious @a-girl-who-loves-disney @ongaku-ato-kakikomi @alpacataco @okimreadynow @omni-idiot-fanfics @onlyroad @popacherryvisitalibrary @disaster-magician @little-boats-on-a-lake @lonerstolovers @dumdumsun @night-yoarrbe @pebbler

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#tsu ☂️#diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x fem!reader #blurb

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sterekshipper-writer · 1 year

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I posted 2,355 times in 2022

That's 2,328 more posts than 2021!

100 posts created (4%)

2,255 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ksbbb

@puppypackquotes

@incorrectteenwolfcaptionsold

@blue-runt

@oopslookslikeishipgaystwin

I tagged 2,137 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#teen wolf - 1,124 posts

#theo raeken - 653 posts

#liam dunbar - 580 posts

#thiam - 519 posts

#stiles stilinski - 311 posts

#derek hale - 306 posts

#sterek - 199 posts

#cody christian - 163 posts

#scott mccall - 109 posts

#dylan sprayberry - 96 posts

My Top Posts in 2022:

'Ghosts That Haunt Us'

Now posted here

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warnings: No warnings apply

Tags: Halloween Fic, Post Canon, Angst/Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: On Halloween night, children are out trick-or-treating while Theo and Liam spend the night at home. What starts as a nice time together, celebrating the holiday, turns sour and frightful as an unexpected visitor makes an appearance.

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I apologise for posting this late. Due to health issues, stress and my original file nowhere to be found, I was unable to finish editing until now. I hope you all enjoy it though. 🙂

11 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

I Plead The Fifth

SterekShipper

Coming soon to A03

11 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

My mood board for the upcoming chapter of my fanfic, ‘Shadows of the Night’. What will happen this time? Will there be progress, or will Theo have more chaos in store? Read to find out. Posting soon.

11 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

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'My Boyfriend's Ex'

Pairing: Theo Raeken/Liam Dunbar

Plot: Theo and Liam have been dating for six months, Beacon Hills is quiet and the former 'Chimera of Death' is officially Pack. After the past few years, the Pack are ready to take a step back, breathe and just be the teenagers they are. The simple pleasures of life . . .

Until a familiar face from their past returns and threatens to tear apart the fragile peace.

14 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You've been acting awful tough, lately

Smoking a lot of cigarettes, lately

But inside, you're just a little baby, oh

It's okay to say you've got a weak spot

You don't always have to be on top

Better to be hated, than

Loved, loved, loved for what you're not.

You're vulnerable, you're vulnerable

You are not a robot

You're lovable, so lovable

But you're just troubled

Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot.

'I Am Not a Robot' by Marina

@blue-runt I hope you like it. 🙂

14 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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rouninren · 1 year

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i'm still not entirely sure what to fill my neocities page with (plus, i'm still really... really bad at coding lmao i forgot everything i knew from middle school) but

i'm thinking about creating a sub page dedicated to my first snail that i adopted in 2021. it died a year later and seems like it was a runt, but i still mourn her to this day. i have a lot of photos left

#ronin.txt

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turquoiseorchid · 1 year

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I posted 15,961 times in 2022

That's 2,970 more posts than 2021!

2 posts created (0%)

15,959 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys

@faeblesmith

@milfygerard

@masteroffoolhardyplans

@datasoong47

I tagged 634 of my posts in 2022

#0 - 4 posts

#1 - 3 posts

#abortion / - 76 posts

#leverage redemption spoilers - 16 posts

#quarantine queuing - 11 posts

#prev tags: - 9 posts

#i don’t go here - 9 posts

#cool - 6 posts

#rnm spoilers - 5 posts

#okay then - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#<- mood. had to ask my step aunt to get the bowls for thanksgiving bc the runt of their family is 5’9 and i’m only 5’3 by rounding up 😔

My Top Posts in 2022:

turtlefrog

If I reblogged an ask game, I have zero recollection of it. However, a turtlefrog sounds like a cute hybrid animal

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My #1 post of 2022

If you're looking for a show that's like a firefly reboot, but better, I highly recommend Killjoys.

It's got the same vibe, but it's got lesbians, and platonic soulmates, and a completely worshiped/adored woc as the lead.

Sounds cool, I’ll check it out!

5 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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liketrojor · 27 days

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Försvarande mästaren Italien är inte välkänd

Sedan det italienska fotbollslandslaget misslyckades med att kvala in till fotbolls-VM två gånger i rad, har de gjort det omöjligt för många fans runt om i världen att se den blå matchställ fotboll. Inte bara är det italienska fotbollslandslaget älskat av lokala fans, utan fans från andra länder gillar dem också. Som titelförsvarare i Italiens fotbollslandslag har de inte fått mycket uppmärksamhet från omvärlden.

Italienska fotbollslandslaget har meddelat listan över utvalda spelare, och AC Milan har inga uttagna spelare. AC Milans starka rival Inter Milan har fem spelare uttagna. Faktum är att spelare från båda lagen gillar Italien tröjor. Luciano Spalletti, den nya huvudtränaren för Italiens fotbollslandslag, har rätt att välja spelare, och han är mer optimistisk om spelare från Inter Milan. Vissa spelare och lag har dykt upp i Serie A, och de har gett det italienska fotbollslandslaget fler möjligheter för sin laguppställning. Kärnproblemet för det italienska fotbollslandslaget är att det inte finns några stjärnspelare och att landslaget inte har superb taktik. Spelarstrukturen i laguppställningen är valet av huvudtränaren Luciano Spalletti, och hans taktiska arrangemang har listan över spelare i behov. Detta är redan den bästa laguppställningen av spelare som huvudtränaren Luciano Spalletti tror är uttagen. Han hoppas att det italienska fotbollslandslaget kan nå bra resultat.

Många landslag i UEFA-EM i fotboll har uppmärksammats av fansen, som Englands fotbollslandslag, Frankrikes herrfotbollslag, Portugals fotbollslandslag och så vidare. Men det italienska fotbollslandslagets titelförsvarare är i samma situation som de kommer att vara i UEFA-EM i fotboll 2021. Det italienska fotbollslandslaget kommer inte att betraktas som favoriten att vinna mästerskapet av media och fans, och landslagets prestation kan inte överskattas. Det enda Italienska fotbollslandslaget är glada över är den titelförsvarande mästaren, och deras rekord är ett bevis på deras uppgång.

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a-land-lacking-sleep · 2 months

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Electric Trains are the Future Extra: Akari's Team post-PLA

After gaining the Champion spot in the Sinnoh Pokemon League, Hikari Mifune worked to defend it for over 2 years from aspiring challengers, trainers who thought she had won on a fluke, and even the previous Champion. So it came as a heavy surprise when she disappeared suddenly in the fall of 2021, leaving her Pokemon behind.

In the year 1871, Professor Laventon meets with a young girl who claims the name "Akari", and over the course of several months, she forms a team that solidifies her as the Champion of the Almighty Sinnoh.

Ember - The starter that she helped Laventon recapture, Ember has been a constant companion to Akari. Even before her evolution to a Typhlosion, she acted as a mediator of sorts within the team, being the one to remind everyone of their common goals and keeps friendly squabbles friendly. She also has been a major help in keeping Akari calm through her time in the past. As with the next two Pokemon, Ember is named after a challenger that Akari had met as Champion, who was a Fire-type trainer. (In real-life, I purposely stole the name from @waywardstation. She has yet to forgive this transgression)

Skylar - The most Bird that has ever Bird, Skylar was the second Pokemon Akari caught in her time in Hisui. A caring but assertive personality, Skylar is known to perch behind people and preen their hair and clothes to her liking, a habit she's had since being a Starly. As with Ember and Iona, Skylar is named after a challenger during Akari's time as Champion, who had a shiny Staraptor on his team.

Iona - A Gardevoir that Akari had met in the Mirelands fully evolved while having a rough day. The Pokemon had stuck close to her, and worked to make her day easier by removing obstacles, soothing agitated Pokemon, and even helping to calm Akari's mood. Iona has done similarly since, doing her best to help this lost child that she found and befriended. Iona is named after a repeat challenger that Akari got to know outside of the League due to school.

Yama - Oddly for a Snorlax, Yama is notably the runt of his litter. With a shiny blue pelt and 4'3 standing height, Yama is the second shortest on Akari's team. Akari had met him in the Fieldlands taking a nap, and decided to lay down next to him on a whim and napped with him. When the pair awoke, she asked to capture him and he didn't say no. Conscious of his own height issue, Akari decided to name him Yama to remind him that while he may be physically short, he still has the strength of a tall mountain.

Oroshi - If Yama is the world's babiest Snorlax, Oroshi was the world's most monstrous Magikarp, seemingly larger even than other Alphas of the species, with the temperament of a Gyarados before he even evolved. By the time he evolved, though, Akari had worked with him on his temper and he's able to move through Jubilife Village without moving a single person out of his way. Akari decided to name him after a strong downward wind due to his ferocity.

Kuu-chan - Somehow, Kuu-chan is even more of a baby than Yama. Being caught almost the minute Akari arrived in the Mirelands, just like Zeal before him, Kuu-chan decided not to evolve for several months. In his case, he evolved the day that Volo requested to meet Akari on the mountain. Originally, Akari was calling him "Kumaru", a portmanteau of "Kuma" and "-maru", but the longer he stayed a small Teddiursa, the less she called him his full name and more a cutesy nickname, until it finally stuck.

Akari caught plenty of Pokemon outside of these six, but outside of specific needing of research tasks, or the Creation Trio, these six are the Pokemon she carries around with her. Once she returns home, she makes sure to prioritize integrating them into her team and her daily life, giving them the same love as her old family. After all, these too are her precious friends.

#pokemon akari #galaxy team akari #pokemon legends arceus #my writing #electric trains fic #pokemon legends arceus fic #pokemon fan team

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