#for best dog

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[canisalbus]

Trying to figure out modern Ludovica.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[shininas-ideals]

Glad Fyodor's finally dead, everyone's alive and we can go back to solving cases and flirting fighting with the PM :D

[bluehome91]

Source ⤴️🔝@okinawa_labrador

[justcatposts]

Two best buds

(Source)

[makenna-made-this]

My mom: i miss having a dog in the house :(

My overly friendly buff orpington: say less

[alexcabotgf]

MESSI THE DOG at the 96th Academy Awards (March 10, 2024)

[whereifindsanity]

Maremma Sheepdog wearing traditional anti-wolf spiked collar, known as vreccale.

[ryann-44]

Yosano <3

[thedumb1]

[carbonateds-oda]

teen dazai hands chuuya the most obnoxiously decorated card w a weirdly ominous message written inside and gets super upset bc chuuya can’t figure out that it’s supposed to be a valentines day card

[canisalbus]

✦ Siesta ✦

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[lozziefrenzy]

Let him cook

[morganbritton132]

A girl makes a Twitter post that reads: Eddie Munson is on my flight and he’s currently arguing with the man next to him about his dog. Kinda a dick move ngl

They follow up with a post that says; NVM. I googled it. He’s arguing with his husband about their dog.

Follow up: EM thinks the dog should have the middle seat. Husband thinks dog should sit in aisle seat.

Follow up: Cute that they bought a ticket for their dog. Some people don’t.

Follow up: Insane to willingly sit in the middle seat tho

Follow up: EM says they’ll have extra leg room if the dog is in the middle. Hubs says dog should be on end so people can pet him as they go by

Follow up: They are so loud lmao. EM basically told the entire airport that you shouldn’t pet service dogs when they’re working. So true bestie

Follow up: Husband: Okay. Okay. Just say you don’t want to sit next to me if you don’t want to sit next to me!

Follow up: Munson: When did I say that? I didn’t say that. Just sit down wherever you want and eat your fucking granola. Cranky ass.

Follow up: Actually, I don’t think they’re arguing. I think this is flirting.

An Eddie Munson Fan: They’re definitely flirting

Fan who has seen every ‘Steddie’ TikTok in existence: Pretty sure this is just foreplay for them.

Someone else: Wait, who won the argument?

Official Corroded Coffin Twitter Account: Oz *pic of Ozzy sitting in the window seat*