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König x Disabled!Reader Head Canons

For the physically disabled lovelies 💗

Part 2

Completely gender neutral. All fluff🩷

Not all physical disabilities covered, if interested I can make a part 2.

At first König treats you like a delicate little flower

Slowly understanding that he needs to stand back and wait for you to ask for help

He goes out of his way to learn about your disability and ways to support you

If you have gastric issues

He will prep meals you can eat and buys snacks that are safe for you

Makes you home made broths instead of the box or cans

Only the best for his Schatz

In his free time, he sits down and organizes your pills for you so you don’t have to worry

Organizes your braces to be easily accessible for you

Sees a cool cane on Etsy, buys it for you

König drives you to every doctor appointment, no matter how minor

He will go in and sit with you

König is your biggest advocator

He will speak up for you when you feel you can’t

Makes sure you get the best care

THAT YOU DESERVE

Keeps an extra asthma inhaler with him at all times

If your condition requires physical therapy

He learns what stretches or exercises your PT requires for you

Always encourages you and tells you how well you’re doing

"mein Schatz, you put the soldiers I train to shame." *head kisses*

(Even though all you did were 2 sets of donkey kicks and some clams)

Chronic pain?

He learns pain maintenance at home

Königs large strong hands gently massaging sore points of your body

Win-win for him because he loves to see you better and loves to touch you

“Don’t push yourself Schatz, what can I do for you?”

Always has extra pain patches, cream, and even CBD gummies on hand for you

“Heat or ice?”

Bed is covered in pillows for any support you’ll need

Stairs your biggest enemy?

König can carry you

And your wheelchair/walker/rollator

All the uppies

Does routine maintenance on your wheelchair for you

You sit there worried you aren’t good enough for König

All the while

König sits there wondering how he got so lucky to deserve you

[charlietheepicwriter7]

V The Mysterious Wayne Family

Dick Grayson V Gotham - Chapter 2

“Why can’t I sit in the front seat?” Danny demanded to know, crossing his arms from the back of Dick’s car. 

Dick sighed, peering back at him with the rearview mirror. He’d been shaky as they escaped the apartment without getting attacked by the media. Did the idiot get sick? Was the media in this dimension such a big threat? 

Truthfully, Danny didn’t know a lot about this dimension, despite having lived in it for around a year. That year was spent almost entirely homeless, spending only the last few weeks with Dick. Otherwise, he was sleeping where he could, spending his days in libraries and conning people out of cash as a child medium. 

…Well, calling it “conning” was a bit of an overstatement. He did get people in contact with dead relatives and the like. He just… didn’t always quote them exactly, especially when it meant he could get enough money to eat for the day. 

“It’s unsafe, Danny, you know that.”

Danny glared at him from his booster seat, which put him perfectly at eye level so he could lock eyes with Dick with the rear-view mirror. He hated this whole situation: the booster seat, his age, needing to rely on an adult, the stupid media, the stupid police, the stupid Dick… Okay, he kinda liked the booster seat. It was based off of some hero—Superbman—who was an alien? But looked like a human?

That may be one of the biggest differences between this dimension and his hom–the dimension he was born in. Danny had been one of the only heroes back there, along with Valerie and Dani, if you could even call them heroes. In this dimension? There were hundreds. There were space aliens to normal people in costumes to other humans with powers, and while not all of them were heroes, a lot of them were. 

And Danny hated how easy they had it. 

Every day back in Amity Park was a fight for acceptance, a battle to convince people that yes, he was a ghost with good intentions, only for that trust to be lost the moment he wasn’t fast enough to stop a ghost from hurting someone, or got thrown through a wall trying to protect people. It was constantly one step forward and one step back, and nothing Sam or Tucker or Jazz said ever truly made him okay with it.

Despite everything, he hoped Amity Park was doing alright without him. He couldn’t go back—wouldn’t go back, even if he had an open portal and his powers, not after what happened—but hopefully they were doing okay. 

He hoped his rogues had listened and stayed away from the Fenton portal. For their own safety.

Like every time he thought of his pa–the Fentons, the scars across his chest flared up. They might have been long-healed, but the pain always lingered, a sharp lance that lingered in the thin skin of his wound. Fiddling around in his pocket, Danny found his juul and puffed. Exhaling, a bubble gum smoke filled the cabin as the CBD started to work its way into his blood. 

Dick coughed. “You know you won’t be able to do that in the manor, right?”

Danny grumbled, rolling down the window a crack. 

“I’m serious, Danny. I know you need it, but the rules are different at the manor. You’ll need to go outside to smoke.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll smoke outside. Wouldn’t want your gramps to get bent out of shape.”

He laughed. “I think Alfred would be alright, once we explain your medical issues. It’s Bruce we’ll have to worry about. He’s got this thing about drugs�� once he learns what’s in your juul, he do whatever it takes to get you off it. He won’t even listen if we tell him about your chronic pain, he’ll just think you’re lying!” Dick threw his hand up in the air. “Honestly, it’s just lecture after lecture with him.”

“He can suck a cock then!”

Dick laughed, all traces of anger gone as his bright eyes glanced at him through the mirror. “Say that to his face, and you get ice cream for a week.”

“Done!”

The illusive Bruce Wayne. Danny had heard the name from the TV that morning, and apparently he was Dick’s dad. Not that Dick ever mentioned him in the months they knew each other. Not that this Bruce guy ever visited on the occasions Dick managed to convince him to stay the night, nor in the weeks after his foster placement was finalized. Danny didn’t even know Dick had a dad until this morning, so clearly something was going on here. 

If he focused on this case—the mystery behind the estrangement of Dick and Bruce—then he’d finally be able to get his mind off Mrs. Bennett’s case. The Shade had approached him early that morning, flickering in the moonlight, barely visible and just formed. Her case was so easy too; her killer was her son-in-law, she’d been awake when he killed her and he’d definitely left behind evidence too, but there was no telling if the other detectives at Bludhaven PD would find it. Or would care enough to find it. 

Corrupt bastards. 

Speaking of which—”Are we actually going to be able to consult on cases while we’re in Gotham, or was that just something you said to make me feel better?”

“I believe I said case, as in the singular one with Mrs. Bennett. But yes, I’ve already arranged it with the Commissioner.” 

“But she works for the Damir family! We can’t trust her.”

“We can’t trust her when it comes to cases related to the Damir family,” Dick corrected. “Other than that, she’s decent at her job.”

“That’s not a compliment.”

“She’s better than the other officers in our department?” he tried again.

“Also not a compliment. I’ve met dead guys that are better cops.”

They bantered back and forth, but the closer they got to Gotham, the tenser Dick became. Dick wasn’t the type to get serious out of nowhere—the only times Danny could remember were when a case involved a gang or that one terrible time when some ugly-ass assassin with a stupid-ass name came to town—but whatever was waiting for them… must be bad. Right? 

Gotham, Danny noticed as they drove through town, looked better than Bludhaven, like how rats look better than turds. Danny had heard the rumors about Gotham, mostly about all the dangerous villains, but there was clearly some money going into infrastructure. Beautiful gothic buildings dripping with gargoyles towered overhead, and there weren’t nearly as many boarded up shops and potholes. 

It wouldn’t have been a bad place to set up shop if it weren’t for all the Shades around.

The ghost population of this dimension mostly comprised of Shades with the occasional Poltergeists and Wraiths. Ectoplasm wasn’t as accessible here; just traveling to this dimension had stripped Danny of almost all the ectoplasm in his body and he still hadn’t recovered, so his powers barely worked. But Shades were shadows of humans when they were alive, weak and incorporeal unless you were a ghost too, barely kept together with their obsession.

Bludhaven had a lot of Shades. That’s why Danny settled down there when he first arrived. He wanted to help people move on if he could, either by solving their murder or contacting their loved ones. 

If Bludhaven had a lot of Shades, Gotham had a colossal number. 

Shades clogged the walkways and the streets, dissipating when someone or something went through them and reforming in an instant. Some alleys were plugged with them and some alleys were empty. Danny watched with wide eyes. Ghosts were supposed to be rare. He’d thought ghosts were rare. But Gotham was plagued with violent crime… violent, unique, indescribable crime, worse in intensity from Bludhaven, but not quite there in frequency. There were women with their faces melted off, men ripped in half down the center, children blown to bits, creeping around the streets of Gotham. 

Danny sunk down in his booster seat. “I want to go home,” he admitted quietly. 

Dick sighed. “I know, kiddo. I want to go home too.”

He blinked away stubborn tears. Dick didn’t understand. This wasn’t Danny’s home, this dimension wasn’t Danny’s home, Dick wasn’t Danny’s home (as much as Danny appreciated Dick, he wanted his family, but they hated him, they attacked him, they—)

Dick continued talking. “But you know what? Everything’s going to be okay. Because my grandfather is going to love you. And Bruce— He’s a little rough around the edges and we might not get along right now, but he’s going to love you too.” Dick sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Danny. “Tim’s going to adore you; he’s told me that he’s always wanted a younger sibling and I can’t blame him; his house looks so lonely and his parents were always gone. He’s staying with Bruce now as a foster since his dad’s in a coma, but he’s been family long before that…”

He listened to Dick continue to ramble about his family. Bruce was rarely touched upon in his stories, but Alfred was spoken of with unmistakable love (Danny never knew his grandparents, Mom and Dad were disowned years before he was born, he could probably guess why), and he clearly adored Tim (He could understand that, Danny loved Jazz with his entire soul, but what would it have been like if he had a younger sibling? Would his relationship with Dani have turned into this if they could’ve spent time together?). Dick continued with stories about his best friend and ex-girlfriend, Barabra (Sam and Tuck, Tuck and Sam, his friends were dead and it's his fault—), and even a few including Tim’s ex-girlfriend too.

He closed his eyes and tried not to think. 

Before long, the car slowed to a stop. Ahead of them was a grand manor, the kind shown in those regency tv shows that Jazz loved watching, with obsessively maintained gardens and beautiful, clean exterior. A stone staircase led up to larger-than-life wooden doors; Danny couldn’t identify what kind of wood, but it was probably something expensive and old. Mahogany? That sounded like an expensive wood. 

Dick put the car in park before turning around in his seat to look at Danny. “Alright, buddy. Are you ready to meet our family?”

“Your family,” Danny corrected mulishly, unbuckling his seat belt. 

“Our family,” Dick said again, smiling. “They’re good people, and they’re going to be here for you.”

“Sure.” Sliding out of his seat and out of the car, Danny stayed slightly behind Dick as they walked up the steps and to the front door. Before Dick could knock or find the doorbell, the doors opened to reveal an old stereotypical butler. He even had a British accent! “Master Grayson,” he addressed Dick coolly, but when he looked at Danny, his expression softened. “And Young Master Daniel. It is good to finally meet you, and welcome to Wayne Manor. I am the family butler, Alfred Pennyworth.”

Danny ducked away. “Danny’s fine,” came his muttered response. 

Alfred smiled. “Young Master Danny, then. Come along; Master Bruce is waiting for you both in the foyer.” 

Dick grimaced. Did that mean something bad? What was a foyer, a fancy word for office? Was Dick going to get scolded?

They followed Alfred into the house (although, calling it a house felt like an understatement). It was even fancier inside, with marble floors and a glistening chandelier overhead. Danny felt significantly out of place in his jeans and ratty coat he’d pulled out of the trash.

There was a man pacing in the room (was this the foyer?). He was dressed in a fancy suit and built like a brick house, but looked similar enough to Dick in a weird funhouse-mirror way. The moment he saw them, his face smoothed into a banal smile and Danny immediately didn’t like him. “Dick! You’re home.” Striding up to them, the man immediately hugged Dick, who stiffly returned it. “Welcome back, chum. And who’s this?”

Dick’s smile was strained. “This is my foster son, Danny. Danny, this is Bruce; I was his ward until I turned 18.” Ouch. Not even a foster son, but a ward? That sounded like a significant step down from fostering. Danny glared at Bruce, who seemed taken aback by his hostility. Dick laughed nervously. “Sorry about him, he’s shy.” Now Danny glared at Dick. 

Bruce’s smiled evened out as he crouched down, like that would hide his fucking massive body. “It’s nice to meet you, Danny,” he said. “I’m very happy you're here. Hopefully it’ll be a lot more peaceful now that you’re staying with us.”

Danny scowled. “Suck a cock, douchebag.”

Bruce’s smile dropped as Dick smothered a laugh. “Watch your mouth,” Dick scolded without any heat behind it. Danny smirked. 

“It’s okay, Dick,” Bruce said, straightening up. “I’m sure Danny’s just shaken up from the sudden change. I’m feel the same, since you didn’t tell any of your friends or family that you were taking in a child.”

“Oh, so you can adopt a child without telling anyone, but when I do it—”

Alfred stepped in. “If you both could contain yourselves a minute longer, I can get the Young Masters settled in. I’ve already arranged a room for you in the family ward, Young Master Danny, if you’d like to rest? It is still rather early in the morning.”

“It might be better to give him a tour of the manor before anything else,” Dick said, eyeing Danny warrily. 

“I’m not going to get lost.”

“Mhmm.” Dick didn’t believe him. 

“I’m not!”

“Just like how you didn’t get lost at the precinct? Or at the morgue? Or at—”

“I never got lost on the streets!” Danny thought that was rather impressive. Besides, it’s not his fault the morgue was just empty hallways that all looked the same!

“The streets are labeled. Besides, you’ll never know where the in-house theater is without a tour.” Dick winked, like that was a big selling point. 

Bruce interrupted them. “Why don't you give him a tour after we talk, Dick? It’s been a long time since we last spoke and I was hoping to ask you about your… recent life change.”

Dick pinched the bridge of nose. “Of course you want to start the interrogation right away,” he muttered, eyebrows furrowed. “Alright, but I don’t want Danny to hear this. Alfie, could you– Tim!” Following Dick’s glance, Danny found a teenager in his fancy pajamas standing on the stairs leading to the second floor. The teen, who looked enough like Dick to be his brother and Bruce’s son, rubbed his eyes like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Tim can take you on the tour! Come on, Danny.” 

Dick ushered Danny up the stairs to Tim. “Will you be okay without me?” Danny asked, not wanting to leave Dick alone with Bruce.

He got a bright smile in return. Danny didn’t trust it. “Of course I will, kiddo. Don’t worry about me, just focus on having fun with Timmy.”

Tim looked blearily between them. “What is going on?”

“You’re taking Danny on a tour so he doesn’t hear me and Bruce fight,” Dick told him plainly. “Danny, this is my brother and Bruce’s foster son, Tim. Tim, this is my foster son, Danny. You two have fun!”

Ignoring Tim’s protests that he hadn’t had breakfast yet, Dick pushed them up the stairs and into the immediate hallway, closing the door behind him. They stared at each other for a moment before Danny pressed his ear against the crack in the door. “When did Dick get a kid?” Tim asked.

“Like, three weeks ago, keep up.” Tim tried to say something again, but Danny shushed him. After a moment, Tim joined him in eavesdropping by the door. 

Dick spoke. “I’ll start. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you both I was fostering a kid. I was planning to inform you after the two month mark and Danny had settled in a bit more, but obviously that plan is out the window.”

“I accept your apology, Master Dick,” Alfred said, and there was a sigh of relief. “However, I would still like to know how this happened in the first place.”

“I’m more interested in knowing how you managed to foster him without us being interviewed as character references.”

“...I may have used my boss’ influence to make sure that only my co-workers were interviewed?” Dick admitted.

“Master Richard.”

“I’m sorry, Alfie, but he’s a flight risk! Do you know how many times I managed to get him to come home with me only for him to disappear in the middle of the night!? Fourteen times! Danny’s admitted that he ran away from his previous home, he still hasn’t told me his real last name, and he’s paranoid enough to give Bruce a run for his money! I’ve just barely managed to gain his trust. I didn’t need Bruce being Bruce to ruin it for us—”

“If you had asked me to stay away, I would have—”

“No you wouldn’t, Bruce! You’d pick and prod and try to uncover his every little secret because you don’t trust me to figure it out myself! If Danny had suspected that someone was looking into his past, he would have bolted, B. And I would have lost him forever.”

Danny nodded. He would have. Not that Bruce would have found anything about his past–the perks of getting stuck in an alternate dimension–but some rich asshole poking his nose in his business? Danny would have snuck onto the next bus out of the city.

“You can barely take care of yourself, Dick!” Bruce insisted. “If it was such a dire situation, then you could have contacted me and I would have–”

“–Lost him immediately because he has a strange hatred for billionaires?” Dick scoffed. “He wouldn’t let you get within six feet of him if you tried to take custody.”

“I–”

“He bites too.”

“Dick–”

“Hard.”

“Richard–”

“And it’s pretty bold of you to say I can’t take care of myself. Have you looked in the mirror recently? Because the word hypocrite is written across your forehead in crayon.”

“But I’m not the one who struggles to make rent each month.” Danny flinched. He’d known that Dick didn’t get paid that much, but was it really that bad? Didn’t Dick get a pay increase when he was made detective? Or was Danny taking so much money that it negated the pay increase— “Nevertheless, I’m not trying to take custody away from you, Dick. I’m just… trying to figure out how we got to this point.”

“We got to this point by not trusting each other,” Dick said tiredly. “And I still don’t trust you, not after what you did.”

Dick, I–”

“No, Bruce. This is my life. Besides you were only a few years older than me when my parents died and you decided to raise me on your own. It’s hypocritical for you to complain that I’m doing the same. Look, I’ve known Danny for over a year–”

“You mean you’ve hid this from me for over a year?”

“Bruce–”

“I knew I should have been suspicious when you got that foster license. You’ve been planning this for months–”

“Bruce!” Dick snapped, and Danny had never heard Dick that mad before, not even the first time they met. “Obviously I’ve been planning this for months! I’ve been planning this since the first week I met Danny! The only reason I got that damn license was for him!” He felt… warm. Danny knew that foster licenses were hard to get, but Dick had really wanted him since the week they met. Danny had been so… feral back then, he couldn’t imagine anyone wanting him, not even Jazz. Dick continued, voice barely audible through the door. “He’s a good kid. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

A sigh. “I just… don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret, that’s all.”

“Are you saying you regret adopting me?” The angry voice was back. “Adopting Jason?”

“That’s not what I meant—!”

Tim pulled him away from the door. “We shouldn’t be listening to this. Come on, let’s start that tour you need.”

Danny tried to pull away, but Tim was deceptively strong for his thin frame. Despite his struggles, he was halfway down the hall before he knew it. “Let me go, cocksleeve!”

“You don’t need to hear that,” Tim said. “Trust me, things always get… heated between them, when Jason is brought up. That’s not something you need to witness.”

Jason, huh? That must be the linchpin in this entire investigation. Dick had never mentioned a Jason before, but he was clearly important if the entire family got bent out of shape for him. Did Dick cut contact with Bruce because of this Jason? Did Jason force Dick to do it? Dick would never abandon his family like that, Danny knew this had to be true because of his determination in trying to take Danny home, but if he was forced to stay away… Maybe Jason is an associate of Bruce that Dick hates?

Danny finally managed to jerk his arm away. His entire hand ached. “You don’t have to drag me!”

Shock crossed Tim’s face, like he’d finally realized what he was doing, before it fell. “I’m sorry, Danny. I shouldn’t have pulled you. It’s just… Jason isn’t something you should hear about, at your age. I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring him up, especially around Bruce. Okay?”

Studying the boy, Danny agreed. Sounds like Jason’s some sort of criminal contact, so it was best to behave carefully. Danny kicked at the ground, scraping dirt off onto the carpet that ran in the center of the hall. “So, what do you guys do for fun around here?” He asked. “I don’t need a tour, I’m not a baby.”

Tim rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I just spent the night in the library, working on a case? If you want to lend a hand with that?”

Danny narrowed his eyes. “I thought you just woke up?”

“...Just because I was in the library doesn’t mean I was awake the entire time.”

Ah, a fellow insomniac. His eyes narrowed further. “I only like interesting cases. What kind are we talking about? Fraud? Robbery? Some dinky school kid project?”

“Multiple homicides. If that’s interesting enough for you?”

“...Carry on.”

A/N: Anyway, I’m using @/jedipirateking’s age chart for the ages of Batman characters. Since we’re right before Under the Red Hood, that makes Dick 24. Danny is roughly a year younger than Damian, but was originally 17 before he was deaged. 

Dick: Yes, this is my feral street child. Danny: *foaming at the mouth, swearing*

Tim, internally: Oh! Dick must have already informed Danny about our identities! They work on cases together too, maybe we can work on one to bond? Danny, internally: Wow, rich people have weird ass hobbies

Danny: *so close, yet so far from figuring out the Jason thing* Red Hood: Did someone just walk over my fucking grave again?

Yes, some things are being kept vague on purpose. That’s for a better reveal in the future.

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Jack Harlow concept: He makes you breakfast at home before a long day of work!

(I’m loving all your concepts so far!!)

🙂‍↔️ he so husband

You’ve been working so hard lately and Jack takes note of this. You been working out every morning at 6am, making yourself breakfast, getting ready and heading off to work. Your fitness journey has been at the top of your list and Jack was so proud that his girl is grinding. This morning though, he sees that you slept past all your alarms: he remembered last night you told him you’re beyond sore.

“Ughh I’m so exhausted, leg day took it out of me.” You mumbled into your pillow trying to stay awake during the movie you two were watching. He took your favorite CBD cream and gave you a well deserved massage.

He shuts off your gym alarms allowing you to get some rest as he headed to the kitchen. He remembers you don’t stray too far from your usual breakfast. Chocolate chip protein pancakes, eggs and turkey sausage paired with an iced coffee. He was feeling himself with his chef boyardee skills. Placing everything on the tray and heading over to the bedroom. You were already awake and visibly annoyed you missed your alarms but seeing him turned your mood around.

“Babe what is this?”

“A perfect breakfast for my perfect girl who needed some rest. I’m proud of you.”

[findingmelissa]

Back on the bike my last three workouts. Because of my ankle. I finally had to face that it was not healing from the second injury from March. It’s amazing how much I can block out when I want to (well, if you follow along with all my personal trauma/family blogging, it’s probably not that amazing 😂).

I finally caved and went back to the foot doctor today, the same one I saw last July after I tore both sides of my ankle. Long story short, nothing showing on the X-ray, no surprise, but he quickly and confidently identified the causes of my continued swelling, the knot on my tendon, and my shooting nerve pain.

Gave me a cortisone shot for the nerve issue. Then he prescribed prednisone, celebrex, and CBD cream to, and I quote, "kick that swelling in its ass." 😂

He told me not to do anything ankle bearing for a couple of weeks. He was okay with me being on the bike. I’m gonna follow up with him in a month.

I am so happy I went. I’ve been aware for weeks now that this wasn’t okay. I was just ignoring it because I didn’t want to deal with doctors who don’t listen. I’ve dealt with a LOT of that the last two years. And even this guy did not really hear me when I first saw him last summer.

But for whatever reason today was different. Maybe because last year he was slammed and this year I went on a really quiet day? Whatever. I am so relieved.

So, bike again for a couple of weeks. 100 pushups a day every day for Habit Hounds.

And maintenance strength workout - 9/13 days in May so far. I’ve been so consistent the last two months, I keep getting stronger. I’m doing at least half my exercises all reps straight through, instead of two rounds. And yesterday I did 17.5 lbs for bicep curls. I’m thinking I’m really going to have to think about varying it up, adding things. But I’m not in a hurry. Maybe in June I’ll lay out a new plan.

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No idea if any of you have guinea pig experience, but if you do: thoughts on the newer recommendations to rub cbd cream on the ears to treat longer-term pain? Example: just had a cyst removed and the site is still sore.

Obvious qualifications that the owner buys thc-free cream as instructed and doesn’t have to break laws to do so apply here. Also obviously you’d still be giving antibiotics and stuff, this is just for pain.

I’ve been super curious about this one, as someone with a ton of guinea pig experience from the non-medical professional side (is this a good sound/what sex is my pig/is this food safe are the kinds of questions I’m willing to answer, I stay in my lane). Hopefully it isn’t problematic, since I know a lot of piggies with truly terrible reactions to syringes that would vastly prefer having cream rubbed on their ears if at all possible. Thanks!

vet-and-wild here.

As a whole we (veterinary professionals) aren't necessarily at the point where we are recommending CBD products for regular use. The research is lacking and the regulations for what is sold for pets is all over the place. There's just too much variation now and not enough solid evidence for how it should be used, particularly for different species. I would be especially wary of using CBD products for exotics. They are smaller, so dosing may be an issue, and do tend to be more sensitive. And even if the CBD itself doesn't cause an issue, I'd worry about additives in the products as well.

More anecdotally, I do have a fair amount of owners that have tried CBD products for their animals (generally cats and dogs) and the results are mixed. I don't necessarily tell my clients they can't use it, but I tell them basically what I talked about above. Some owners feel like these products have greatly improved their pet's quality of life. Others don't feel like they did anything.

I would honestly love to see more research about how to safely and effectively use CBD for pets, especially exotics. If we have a product that is easy to apply/administer, doesn't cause significant side effects, is affordable, and genuinely helps the animal, I'm all for it! Given the success humans have had it will probably trickle down to vet med eventually but we're not quite there. Maybe in the next 5-10 years.

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[doncherrycola]

Anyone who works a desk job or is knowledgeable about mucles and the body.. every couple months the hours spent bent over a computer / typing get to me and my neck and shoulders ache quite badly. Ive been stretching (although clearly not well enough) and i use a tennis ball to work out the knots and cbd cream on myself when the pain flares up. But if anyone has better solutions please lmk

[scleroticstatue]

Question for the resident medico: my boys get leg cramps when they're growing. Heat and massage alike do nothing to help. What can I do for them besides supplements/multivitamins?

Hey! So, there's nothing research wise that proves my theory, but based on what we do know about growing pains being related to psychological strain and how kids affected tend to have lower pain thresholds, my gut says it's an endocannabinoid imbalance. You can get a broad spectrum CBD item (creams or bath salts for example), but avoid anything that says full spectrum, as that contains THC. If you don't want to use a CBD-specific product, I'd recommend for your family specifically paracress/toothache plant in an herbal syrup (you might have to diy it; if it's too much work, just decant it and apply it externally) as well as copaiba oil.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #177

I woke up in a bit of a funk today for some reason. Probably because I forgot to eat yesterday. And probably because I was a bit dehydrated when I woke up. I corrected the hunger and the dehydration immediately upon exiting the bed, but… it took me a hot minute to get the gumption to get myself upright.

I wonder if you have days like that.

Well. I made a tea today. This one was a blend of black tea and rooibos, flavored with vanilla, cream, citrus, cornflower, roses, chamomile, and peppermint. It tastes like a bright, sunny, breezy day outdoors in a garden. I sweetened it with that orange simple syrup and a bit of cream. I'll show you today's swirls:

I thought about playing Dead Cells again. I haven't touched it in some time though, so I'm probably not any good at it anymore. But that's all right. I thought to stream it sometime so people can maybe watch me derp around like a n00b as I relearn the controls. So I got a different streaming platform, because I guess the one I'm using has discontinued support. Oh well. I got so far as getting it set up today, but I didn't do much else.

I ran a few errands after that. I got my medicine, and I got CBD oil for Hoshi (one of my cats) for his epilepsy, and I got them a few new toys from the pet supply store, too. Mogwai is especially fond of the ones with feathers, and the very first thing he did was carry them to the cat-proof outdoor space that J and I built, haha! I'll retrieve them and bring them in before dark.

Along the way, J and I took some pictures of the sky for you, because it was especially dynamic today!! I'll start with some that J took:

Here are some of the ones that I took:

...On a whim, I got some weird ones of the moon, too:

...And a weird one of the sun shining between tree trunks!

None of these were especially difficult to get this time. But I hope you like them anyway.

I came out of the funk shortly after getting out of the house. I imagine that moving around, getting some fresh air, and actually eating and drinking things probably helped a lot. I'm gonna try not to drop the ball again tomorrow.

Hey, Sephiroth? I hope soon you'll get to have fresh air, tasty snacks, warm, soothing things to drink, and exercise that isn't related to you needing to fight for your life. Try to get these things soon, okay? Maybe you'll feel just a tiny bit better. DDR is a good way to get exercise, and so is walking on nature trails in places that aren't dangerous. I hope you'll get to try it out!!

I love you. And I'll write again soon, okay? Please stay safe and take good care of yourself. Please treat yourself like a friend would...

Your friend, Lumine

[d33pwithinmys0ul]

AOT characters coffee/cafe orders and general headcanons from a local coffee shop barista thats trying to romanticize her hellish schedule this week (my opinion doesn’t matter though) (specifically inspired by the menu at my job)

eren-whatever dark roast drip coffee is available but also asks for “six sugars and four creams” as if the cafe has cream in those little creamer cups. eventually put onto white mochas (hot then eventually iced) by barista recommendation. more of a redbull guy anyway

mikasa-quad shot hot amaretto latte. warm nutty flavor with enough caffeine for the shit she needs to get done. impressed by pretty latte art too

armin- typically, house brew black, because what’s a coffee place if their house brew sucks? if he really likes a place he’ll try out their different pour overs. once he falls in love with a specific brew, armin isn’t afraid to pay upwards of $20 for a box of coffee beans (and has his own grinder at home)

levi-obviously a tea guy-prefers the earl grey he has at home but seriously appreciates a good quality jasmine or currant tea with just a bit of sugar and steamed milk

hange-hot mocha lattes, though when they want some real caffeine they’ll get a lavender cold brew with a double shot of espresso (go big or go home i guess)

erwin-small hot americano, with a little honey. a known but mysterious regular, never volunteering much info about himself but tips decently. baristas usually see him by the door and have his cup ready by the time he makes it to the register.

sasha-iced decaf breve with whipped cream and six pumps of french vanilla. she loves the taste of coffee but tries to keep from bouncing off the walls. always gets at least one pastry from the bakery, loves danishes. alternatively (since this is based on my jobs menu) she gets a 125% sweet brown sugar milk tea with half lychee jelly half tapioca and super thick cinnamon milk cap/cold foam.

connie-iced caramel macchiato with a CBD drop. doesn’t know or really care about what a macchiato is, just ordered it one day because of its popularity and loved it.

jean-usually likes vanilla cold brew with a splash of half and half. will definitely get a cortado to seem cool and mysterious on a date if he’s nervous.

marco-shameless frappe guy. hazelnut and mocha with whipped cream and an extra shot of espresso.

reiner-a hot chai latte with cinnamon powder on top. never returns to a cafe that has shitty tasteless chai, usually gets a croissant too

bertholdt- straight double shot of espresso. the tiny cups are comical in his hands and that’s honestly half the fun.

annie- super into matcha. just ceremonial grade high quality matcha and tries to avoid the “quality matcha color” debate to avoid sounding pretentious-though it shouldn’t be a debate in the first place. prefers her iced matcha half sweet and her hot matcha lattes with lavender.

historia-iced rose vanilla latte with oat milk. will get a mixed berry smoothie with strawberry boba if she’s avoiding caffeine.

ymir-prefers energy drinks by far and just comes with historia when she’s at the cafe. eventually gets roped into trying an iced white mocha and likes it well enough.

hitch-iced dirty chai (chai with a shot of espresso) with whipped cream. still a little miffed that the banana latte was a temporary seasonal flavor.

zeke- flat white with two splendas. also a regular and the only reason why the cafe still has splendas to begin with. always gets a muffin to go with his coffee.

[confessions-official]

I like getting high with my mom but I don't like how pushy she is sometimes. like I'll take a hit from her pen or from a blunt and she'll be like "want another one" and I'm like no thanks. then she'll say "are you sure" with that fucking smirk like no mom!! thank you but no thank you. I'll talk to her about it again cause I know she means no harm but goddamn I'm trying NOT to green out over here 🙏

also fun fact the first few times I got high were complete accidents. cause I already took hits from her blunts before but never got high. I just thought "okay maybe that's what being high feels like." nope!! I just wasn't inhaling right. so when I took a hit from her blunt one day and I did it right I was FUCKED. I was pacing around and I ate a whole tub of ice cream (I was eating it to soothe my throat that got burned from the blunt)

the second time was when she gave me a gummy and I thought it was just those gummies that help relieve pain. I think cbd?? either way nope. I got high by accident. I took a hit from her pen one day for my headache which I once again thought was just cbd. nope. at least I took those well

 

[biscuits-of-bagend]

DnDoc #7 - Looking for Trouble

Part 1 Part 6

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"As you can probably imagine, this time I didn't mind so much that the music refused to be turned off. The sonic released me and let me get control over my own feet again, but I could hear it flying around the room and zipping in and out of earshot. I may have done some quite embarrassing dancing with it as I turned the engines on, and the screens and the controls burst into life.

   "Then I had a look out the window and realised the ship was exactly where I left it. In 1813."

   Rogue looked straight at the Doctor to get his point across. Going by the Doctor's eyebrows, which shot suddenly upwards, the implication seemed to have been clear.

   "Oh my god, we completely forgot to move it. It's just been sitting there in the middle of that garden. See this is the problem with cloaking." The Doctor lightly hit Rogue's arm with the back of his hand. "Out of sight out of mind!"

   "How often do entire spaceships slip your mind?" Rogue laughed.

   "Hey, I was a mess, okay?" the Doctor said, holding his hand up in the air in front of him. "Wasn't I, Ruby?"

   "Oh, he was all over the place. Reverting to all sorts of bad coping mechanisms," said Ruby.

   "Aw, that's sweet," said Rogue.

   "Yeah, well, I was never going to remember an invisible ship in that sort of a state," said the Doctor. His feigned indignance was so funny, so adorable. Rogue hadn't properly laughed since that very night, the night he met the Doctor.

   "So anyway, I had figured out neither of you were from 1813, but I wasn't sure when I was aiming for. I'd heard Ruby mention something called 'Bridgerton' though, so I had a look through the ship's interdimensional streaming service for a TV show or a film or a book of that name. The resemblance to the party was uncanny, if that's what the Chuldur were aiming for. I watched a couple of episodes while I relaxed and got used to travelling the stars again. Then I rewatched 1995 Pride and Prejudice because why not."

   "Time travelling Netflix, very nice," said the Doctor.

   "So that got me to the twenty-first century," said Rogue. "Then I just sort of… looked for trouble. I figured either you'd be somewhere causing chaos or putting a stop to it."

   "Aw that's how Donna did it! Love Donna," said the Doctor. "She found me by spotting a dodgy, unexplained pill that popped up on the market. She got involved and snooped around the company because she knew I'd be curious about it too."

   "Donna's Rose's mum, right?" said Ruby.

   "Yep. You think you're legendary, Ruby Sunday? Remind me to tell you about the Legend of Donna Noble, Runaway Bride, Best Temp in Chiswick, Metacrisis Doctor-Donna, Mother Protector of Rose," said the Doctor. He smiled and whipped his head from side to side as if he was basking in sunlight.

   "Who's Rose?" said Rogue.

   "My niece," said the Doctor. "Sort of. Well, she's definitely a niece, the question is whether I count as the uncle."

   "What?" said Rogue.

   "Long story," said the Doctor.

   "Ooookay," said Rogue. "Anyway, what I found was octopi. On land. Strangling people. There were loads of news reports about it. So I landed my ship and cloaked it in a nice big park just out east from the city centre, and followed the octopi."

   "Sounds so simple when you put it that way," said the Doctor.

   "You know, you say that, but do you have any idea how many blue police shed things there are in this city? One of them was selling CBD oil!" Rogue exclaimed. He rubbed his hands over his face. "I had no food in my ship, barely any water as you can see, and I have spent the past five hours running around this stupid city hoping to see the two of you but stumbling into tiny shed-based businesses instead! I don't even have any of this century's currency loaded up so no ice cream from the ice cream shed for me!"

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Part 8

Note: For context, Glasgow has a bunch of old blue police boxes still dotted around the city, but they've all been converted into various small businesses. Someone on TripAdvisor has made a little gallery. For some reason one of them is actually red, as Sylvester McCoy recently discovered. The one in the Merchant City area has Pride stickers!

Also I've decided I like the fact Rogue knows about D&D but not cosplay so now he's a massive Jane Austen fan (as you may have noticed by his references to Emma Woodhouse) but hadn't heard of Bridgerton before.

@off-traveling-in-the-stars @casavanse @monster-donut (let me know at any point if you no longer wish to be tagged in each post)

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