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[roseverdict]

considering starting a therapy group for survivors of (REDACTED) Christian School's 4th grade teacher, the one who started the same year i went into 4th grade and may or may not still be teaching there.

surely one of the alumni is going into legitimate therapy instead of faith-based guilt-tripping

[skyfcx]

❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜

The more the merrier! || Prompt

     As their voice rang out, there was a sudden pause that froze the fox in his place. So the jig was up that fast, huh? Boy, Yuck really knew how to be observant when they wanted to, didn’t they? But out of all the things they knew how to clock, it made sense that a battle injury was what their amber eyes caught the quickest.

     It was the smallest of hitches: as the twin-tailed kit came down for a landing after a short bit of flying, there was a stagger to his left leg as it dared to buckle instead of properly touch down. The pained intake of breath had been all but silenced, but a keen ear would certainly be able to perceive the sharpened inhale the fox took as a wound incomplete in its healing ached upon receiving more pressure than it could take. 

     Shoulders, they tensed and rose, a back briefly kept to Yuck as some sort of response was fumbled for. ‘It’s nothing’? No, they’d never believe that. They know what they saw. ‘Don’t worry about it’? He knew how pushy they could be, they’ll worry about whatever they please. So instead, the fox’s posture would slump and slacken as he turned to face Yuck with a slight limp.

     Honesty is the best policy, after all...

     “There’s this new baddie in town named Surge.” Defeated. His tone was a sigh personified. “It’s a long story, but I won’t bore you with the details. Important part is that she jumped me and got me good. The only reason the injuries aren’t worse is because I sent out an emergency signal to my brother and he ran over there to bail me out while I stalled for time.” 

     A click of the tongue paired nicely with a heavy-handed huff. “She was way too fast for any of my stuff to hit her. And she got me with a surprise attack, I didn’t really have the luxury of setting anything up to disrupt her speed like I wanted to. Like I should’ve.” An arm was clutched to his side by the off-hand, stroking the fur in embarrassment. “I just dodged, used my shields, and ran. Like...” 

     Like a coward, the mind finished silently. “Eugh... Can’t win’em all, I guess... But the loss shouldn’t have been that one-sided. I’m better than that and I know it.”

[delicatefury]

Well, I’m at the LCS

My sister was here, then she left, then she came back, then she left again. She picked up a shift at her one job about a month ago, but the guy never made it official (Never in the schedule, never reminded her, just asked a month ago and dropped it). Plus, she has work at her other job in the afternoon. So it’s a mess and she’s trying to fix it cause it’s kinda her fault they don’t currently have a bartender but kinda not.

But this time when she left she took her coffee, and her dog, and left the muffin. So I don’t have to wonder about what to do with a four-shot vanilla latte, or an upset dog (who loves me except when my sister puts her in my care and leaves. If I’m holding the leash and my sister goes into a shop... yeah. That dog gets pathetic real quick) but I get a blueberry muffin, which is awesome because my pumpkin cranberry one sucked. (The pumpkin bit is awesome, but when it meets the cranberries... eugh. Too tart and too goopy).

Kinda sucks, though, cause outside of TV watching, we don’t hang out so much currently, and coffee shop walks are always nice.

On the way here, we ran into my two street cat friends. They didn’t come up for pets ‘cause, y’know, German Shepherd, but they look pretty content and well looked after. They also seemed to have determined to make their own little clowder together instead of fighting. I’m glad. They’re both sweethearts and so friendly. I’m happy to report that the two next door houses they hang out at are still leaving out water and cat food.

Also, a kid just walked up, holding a retainer of all things, asking if I was... well, a name that’s very similar to mine, but not quite. He got through the first two syllabals and I was like “Holy shit, how does this random kid know my name?” but then the name kept going and instead I thought “Oh thank god, I’ve never gone by that variation in my life, there’s no way he’s referring to me.” But how weird, right?

Without naming names, the list of acceptable nicknames for me is short. There’s a lot of options, actually, especially if you count alternative spellings and nicknames that spin off of nicknames. The problem? Being a common name, I’ve encountered a lot of people in both real life and fiction who use some of those variations and nicknames. I didn’t care for most of them. Nothing kills your desire to pick up a girlier varient of your name than meeting someone who personifies “spoiled brat” using it.

My brother’s kitten spent the night in my room again. And she’s still going to me for breakfast. My sister is getting concerned that the kitten’s going to prefer me to my brother by the time she’s grown. Which is bullshit and let me tell you why: 

1.) It’s obvious to anyone who pays attention; she loves my cat, not me (well, she does love me a little, but I have a point here). The places she goes that are “my” places are actually my cat’s. She goes to his basket, lies on his corner of my bed, Hangs out in the corner of my room under his windowsill (that she’s too short to reach). This kitten just adores my cat. 

2.) She does the same thing when my brother comes home that my cat does when it’s me. She goes to the window to check who’s approaching, sees that it’s my brother and immediately sits up to attention, little tail swatting the air, and basically starts vibrating she’s purring so hard. She loves him. She’s also come to accept that he does not go to sleep before 3AM, so if she wants a dog-free human to cuddle her only option is me, and he does not wake up before 10 and she gets hungry at 7, and as I’m the only one consistently up around 7~7:30, again her only option is me. But trust me. My brother and my cat, those are her two favorites.

We’re in the home stretch for TDPL Chapter 4. I’ve got to finish off 4.3, but that’s it. A quick beta read for grammar and cleaning up, and it should be ready to go. Since my “sister breakfast” has turned into a “me breakfast” and I had the foresight to grab both my ipad and my earphones, I think I’ll work on that now. Not for too long, though. My sister’s work drama took up more time than I thought, and while this morning was cold (blessed low 50s), it’s gonna be hot today (high of 81°), so I need to go before that happens.

 So today’s agenda: Finish and post Chapter 4; clean litter boxes (all 3. With a good scouring and liberal application of pet sanitizer); dishes (since my sister did cook last night); ...macarons? I know better than to include it, but I’m gonna have to bake them eventually, and I won’t do sugar cookies until after I made them. Since I’ve got great Halloween cookie cutters... macarons; Strip and make bed. The pet hair is again at the point I can’t breath through my nose at night; go through summer and winter clothing and make the switch. I think tomorrow’s it for hot weather. We’re solidly in the 50s and 60s for the next two weeks and after that it’s November.