#it's INFESTED with garbage and fake jobs

[rainbowserenity]

Oh man, you said it better than i could honestly. I always said i wanted a 9-5 mon-fri but i know that i would be unhappy with anything. In all honesty, i just want to feel the same i did as a teenager with no worries. Just trucking along and what i can. What's your job if you dobt mind me asking though?

same!!! I mean yeah, I know we've all gotta do our part in society, but I would very much like my part to be writing things and fostering cats. like if I could live comfortably doing just that, I would I mean I suppose I could write something and hope it takes off, but I can't write cause my brain is full of noise and by the time I can finally chill, it's practically time for sleep so I can wake up and do dumb things again :)))))))) my job is basically tech/customer support, I work for an ATS that's probably gonna go out of business in the next decade because the software isn't very intuitive and I'm at the end of my rope with stupid questions :)))))))) BUT it's completely remote, I don't have to talk on the phone, and it pays slightly better for the average of this type of job, so unless I can find something similar, I'm stuck ugggghhh also I'm pretty sure my manager strongly dislikes me, but she can't fire me cause my stats are AWESOME I just feel like it's the only thing I ever do and I'll be stuck telling people they need to scroll down to see more of their data forever gamer island now plz

[scrapsovereign]

Fic idea: Isekai BG3 AU where Ascended Astarion and Gale try to kidnap Tav in an interesting setting to bring her back…but were off by about 100 years.

If you liked country, maybe you could write a song about the week you’ve had.

Starting Sunday, you cried all the way home from the vet and all night after you put down your very sick 21 year old cat, went in Monday to find you’ve been let go from your job at the Box of Human Suffering, and came back to your apartment early to find your partner in bed with their coworker.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

You make it to your bestie’s place and crashed in their spare room- you’re still invited to Ren Faire if you want to go. It’ll be fun! You can stress shop, get trashed, be hungover in the hot, hot sun…

Feeling like shit outdoors in the beautiful cottage core fever dream that is the PNW summer is better than feeling like shit at your apartment around your now ex-boyfriend. Besides, there’s no cell phone signal at site so you can avoid the inevitable garbage fire that is the social media fallout.

The night before you make your way to Ren Faire you can’t sleep. Stupid global warming. The open window in your friends’ guest bedroom helps to cool off the room some but it’s still pretty warm. Eventually, you fall asleep…with your phone on your face.

A slender, pale hand picks it up, puts it aside on the table next to you, and smooths back your hair. That feels really nice. You hum out in bliss, a peaceful smile on your lips.

“Soon, we shall be reunited at long last, my treasure.”

That voice. You’ve heard it before in dreams just like this one.

What happens next is something that you’re sure there’s a million Labyrinth fanfics about. Damn, that’s a spicy dream- you had to fake it with your ex but this guy? You have 3 orgasms! In an hour! That’s more than you had in your whole 2 year relationship that just ended!

The next morning, you make it to the event with your friends and are setting up when you hear the couple in the site next to you bickering. You poke your head around to look at the corner to see an Astarion and a Gale cosplayer arguing with each other. They’re so in character it hurts. “Astarion” looks like he’s about to stab “Gale” with a tent pole before you intervene and offer your help.

Turns out they’ve never been to one of these things before! You laugh darkly at the situation of your new thirst trap friends. Two hot guys with British accents at REN FAIRE of all places is like dumping a bucket of blood in shark-infested waters.

And YOU get to be their guide.

You learn a little more about them, but it doesn’t add up. “Greg” teaches computer science but doesn’t say where and looks at you weird when you crack a joke about the internet being a series of tubes. “Ryan” says he’s a lawyer who works in downtown Seattle but won’t tell you what flavor of lawyer he is and he’s never heard of Jeff Bezos’ Balls.

Huh.

Ryan is super excited to learn about and partake of all the drunken debauchery that happens after dark, so you drag your new friends to all the different camps and make sure they know some of the rules before you let them loose.

You knock back some blue pixie stick and cackle at Ryan when he does a spit-take from the sweetness of the drink. Greg (who ignored your warning about not eating more than one atomic cherry because he wanted to show off how well he could tie a knot with the stem) gets into a very spirited debate with your DnD buddies on the nature of “The Weave”. While he’s distracted, Ryan drags you away from site, away from the event, far beyond the parking lot.

He looks down at you with adoring eyes, your hands held delicately in his, his silver hair positively glowing in the moonlight. He begins to lean down toward you- oh shit, is he going to kiss you?!

“Uhhh…I’m fresh out of a breakup, this probably isn’t a great idea if you’re looking for something that isn’t casual- and I don’t want to come between whatever’s going on with you and Greg.”

He barks out a laugh. A wicked smile spreads across his face, displaying that really great pair of fake teeth. You make a mental note to ask him later where on Etsy he got them from.

“It’s time to go home, Octavia. You can abandon this little charade of yours.”

You stare up at him blankly, feeling uneasy all of a sudden.

Why is he calling you by your middle name? That you never gave to him? Which is also your grandmother’s first name? Your grandmother, (who you bear an uncanny resemblance to), who died more than a decade ago?

You ask him as such. His lips curl in to a snarl, his hands tighten painfully around yours.

“Don’t be stupid, pet. Do you know what we’ve had to go through to find you?! The bloody traffic from that awful place called ‘Renton’ was worse than the ordeal it took to infiltrate the Acquisitions Incorporated Office in Waterdeep. You’ve had your fun, but you’re coming back with us. Tonight.”

Waterdeep, as in Waterdeep in the DnD? What the LARP is he talking about?

You try to tell him that he doesn’t need to be in character, that this isn’t that kind of event when you don’t feel good all of a sudden.

The night swirls around you, wrapping you in a blanket of inky darkness.

You awaken from your dreamless slumber, noticing the softness of real silk sheets beneath you.

Slender fingers lovingly card through your hair. You’re held tenderly in strong arms. You can’t remember the last time you’ve felt so relaxed and comfortable.

Your stomach drops as a familiar voice lilts out above you.

“Welcome home, my darling consort…”

[livingcorner]

How to Keep Pigeons Away from Your Garden? – 24/7 Pest Control UK

How to Deter Birds From the Garden

Birds are not picky eaters. They can feed on a number of things: seeds, grains, fruit, breadcrumbs, worms, and more.

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Bird control is a hard job, especially if you have a vegetable garden. You’d want to keep birds as far away as possible. Even though it’s not easy, there are a few things you can do.

Make a scarecrow or use decoy hawks and owls. Also, fake snakes could scare some of the birds.

Use old CDs as shiny reflective objects to scare the birds. Hang a few of them every couple of meters around your garden.

Buy or make bird nettings from cord or wire to protect your crops.

Plants to distract them. You want to keep your crops intact and you’ve lost all hope of keeping the birds away? You can distract them by planting other seductive plants away from your vegetables. Plants like buckwheat, sunflowers, or some berries can be used to attract pigeons and other birds to the opposite side of your garden.

If you have problems with pigeons infesting your roof, attic or other, please visit the article: How to Keep Pigeons Away From Your House

How to Keep Pigeons Away From Bird Feeders

Pigeons are a typical example of a bully bird that doesn’t allow smaller birds to get food. They are larger than most birds you can find in urban areas and this gives them some advantage in the race to get the food people leave behind.

You can keep pigeons and other bully birds away from your bird feeders by making it hard for them to reach it. How? By enclosing the bird feeder with hardware cloth with openings big enough so only smaller birds can get through and feed (5cm should be more than enough).

There are caged-in trays or tube bird feeders sold in garden or hardware stores you can purchase. The tray or tube is placed several centimetres inside of the cage and it makes it difficult for larger bully birds to eat the seeds.

Some bird species, like pigeons, the European starling, house sparrows, feed on the ground. If you remove all food sources from the ground and make a hanging bird feeder under a small shelter, they may get scared to get under the cover. With the lack of food, they will soon stop coming.

How to Get Rid of Pigeons With Poison

Read more: How To Stop Cats From Using My Garden As A Toilet

Poisoning pigeons and other birds is not recommended. There’s no need to kill the birds. You can simply take some measures to keep them away from your home or business building. A dead pigeon, filled with poison, laying somewhere in your garden might cause you more problems than a live one. Plus, you should consider the chance of poisoning other animals alongside the pigeons. Refrain from using poison as a bird control method, please.

How to Get Rid of Pigeons in Your Garden With Sound

Sounds can prove to be one of the most effective ways to keep birds away. You will need to invest some money to do it the right way but it will be worth it. There are a number of sounds that can do the trick.

Audible repellers produce frightening bird sounds that scare pigeons and other birds. There are different sounds – distressed cries of birds, shrieks of predator birds. The devices can be bought in most gardening stores.

Ultrasonic repellers emit high-frequency sounds that people cannot hear. The sounds are at a specific frequency targeted at birds.

How to Get Rid of Pigeons From Trees

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Gather aluminium plates, mirrors, and other shiny objects. Hang them on your trees and they’ll create movements and reflect the sunlight. Thus they will scare off the pigeons and other birds from roosting on your trees.

Put a predator bird statue on the tree to scare the pigeons off. Most professional exterminators rely on this method as well.

Wind chimes can also scare pigeons away with the sound and movement they make, but if the pigeons get used to them they will not hesitate to roost on your trees.

Natural Pigeon Repellents and Control Methods

You have to be careful with the homemade repellents. Birds, especially pigeons are smart animals and can see through your scarecrows and tricks.

Homemade pigeon repellents and other repelling methods should be combined with preventive methods for full effect and protection.

Other natural ways to deal with bird control

Remove food and water sources. Keeping your property clean from seeds, grains and other food remains is a convenient way to have birds and pigeons skip your home and go to your neighbour’s’ yard. This can be done by regularly sweeping floors, keeping your garbage in the garbage can with a closed lid on it.

Gardens should be protected as well, either with decoy predator birds statues, sprinklers, sound repellents, or nets.

Read more: 10 Best Beginner Plants

Make sure you don’t leave standing water anywhere around your home.

Removing the nest is essential because you are putting your home at risk of getting infested with bird mites.

Homemade Pigeon Repellents

As mentioned above, there are a number of bird repellents that can get the job done. But if you wish to deal with the issue without having to put a fake owl or spikes on your roof, you can try to make some homemade repellents.

1) Repel pigeons with honey – Applying a thin layer of honey to your roof or balcony will inconvenience birds and they won’t roost there. Honey’s stickiness will keep them away as birds do not like sticky surfaces. You can use other sticky products as well. You may have to reapply the sticky substance from time to time because it will wear off.

2) Hose the birds. You can instal automatic sprinkles on your roof or balcony to spray them when they land. Or you can do the work when you notice them. Hosing them a couple of times should be enough to teach them a lesson and keep them away.

3) Spicy pigeon repellent

Pigeons and other birds do not like spices. Which makes it a fantastic natural repellent for all kinds of birds.

4) Pepper powder can be used to repel pigeons from your balcony and roof. Sprinkle more of it on their roosting places and in other places they may roost. You can use black pepper, cayenne pepper or cinnamon powder to keep the pigeons off your property. You will have to reapply it after rainy or windy days.

5) Chilli powder is another spicy repellent that you can use. Throw chilli solution in the birds’ roosting places and watch how they stop coming back. Reapplying it may be also necessary after windy and rainy days. The chilli is also unpleasant to the pigeons and will drive them away from your home.

Take measures to keep birds away from your home now or call an expert to do it for you.

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[saintorr]

SHIVA c. 2017 by Saintorr

Shiva died last week. How and what do you say about a little, bitch cat who was your friend and companion of twelve years? I had a twisted relationship with her, one of love and hate; the same as I have for New York City, where I've lived for way too long.

Shiva was born a year or two before 2005. In that year, a stranger (probably an NYU student who needed a cat to fix a mouse problem then finished school and was quite finished too with the cat) who needed to dump her, did so in the lobby of my building. I had just returned from an apartment swap in Amsterdam, post Katrina, and there she was. Her coat was so clean, like silky, mink to the touch, I couldn’t imagine that she could be sick or have fleas, with that immaculate fur. And her coloring mesmerized me; grey with a rose pink tint undercoat I’d never seen on a cat before. Definitely not Russian Blue. I wonder if there is such a thing as Russian grey rose? Her dainty white paws and terribly aloof but curious attitude cinched the deal. Besides my apartment was infested with mice, a farewell gift of my messy and bitchy, Dutch woman “swapee-from-hell” Linda Cooper Black, a monster of a woman. I needed a cat, so I let her in. She was just naturally easy to focus on, and a great relief from the cold, sterile space of my flat.

Shiva loved to hiss, which always gave me a start—it was violent, and primal sounding. And she was never afraid of biting, or, taking a good solid, swipe at you when the mood struck her. She enthroned herself on top of my refrigerator and dared anyone to fuck with her. And like a beautiful Buddha, she couldn’t be touched, only loved or admired from afar. She was scary perfection in the flesh, with her own particular kind of feline, aloof, magic.

The first week I had her, she attacked my laptop, dislodging some 13 keys. I fitted them all back onto the keyboard, except for the “S.” For my trouble, the entire keyboard needed to be replaced for $300 bucks. The next day, she climbed up on the fire escape and refused to come down. I pursued her, almost falling off three stories in the process.

Shortly thereafter, I put my face close up to hers and said, “Hello Miss Priss, how are you?” As if responding angrily to a bad come on line in a sleazy pick-up bar, she attacked with a single, razor-sharp swipe of her paw, cutting a bleeding dotted line down the center of my nose.

We had some real knock down drag out fights. You see she wasn’t a lap cat and no matter how I craved to touch, hold, and pet her, she defied me, for she was a girl cat and love was only to be had on her terms, not mine. Besides, she wasn't born in my closet, like me previous cat who died some five years before. Tony the Tiger was my best friend forever. Everybody has one like that; the divine one. His Mother was a slutty cat I’d christened Egypta Q-Tip who loved hanging out in the bottom of garbage cans. Tony was more dog than cat. No hissing and biting here, his favorite human interaction was hugging you around the neck accompanied by a loud, deep purr. Shiva was coldly beautiful, detached and constantly semi-paranoid more often than not. Tony was warm, at ease and affectionate.

I often ponder, what is it about animals that grabs our compassion and won't let go? A friend said, it's because they give so much and ask nothing in return. Another person once shared his “theory of accelerated evolution” i.e., cats dogs live compressed shortened lives and they are here to teach us lessons we need to learn, blah blah blah. Yet another female friends claims to this day that one of her cats was a “vessel for her toxins” and that the feline’s presence kept her healthy.

In the long, peaceful times, her gentle, quiet silhouette welcomed me and reminded me I was not all alone in the world. Toward the end she began to talk more. She was even purring in the waiting room as I held her during both visits to the vet; in those final days...

I think I made the right decision; she was in pain, not enjoying being-a-cat-activities like most cats, namely eating. Yeah her teeth were a mess and I partially blame myself for not addressing that problem when she lost the first canine teeth three years ago, but I'm poor; and a thousand bucks to seal a tooth is outrageously expensive when you’re on a low, fixed income and a prisoner of rich, bitch, tourist hell, New York City.

There were so many factors, toward the end; she would sit in silence, night after night bunched up, looking uncomfortable, eyes closed as if to say “I’m quite done here now, if you please, I’m ready to go at any time now.” Her wasting away and lack of appetite; there was a mass in her abdomen, a cancer that had gotten bigger in only a month. I knew fearfully and sadly that if I put it off her leaving, it would just be for my own satisfaction, selfishness and the fear of being all alone again in my 425 square feet of prime, New York, East Village, one-bedroom space. Being chronically single, queer and older in NYC the nights get cold, restless and ghostly; the wine can get boring and the fake emotions from the television are poor substitutes for a warm heart or a hand to hold. Hmm, the past few years most dicks even leaving me feeling mankind has failed me. But I digress...

I used to pride myself on how much I loved doing M4M massage, with sex as a reward and a compensation against the sheer drudgery and service-job-hell of doing massage; and now that I’m 63, the M4M has turned into M4 Nobody. At least with Shiva, I had somebody, something, a creature who wouldn't see me as "less than" for being alone. Why is my history of intimacy more tied up with cats than with men? Am I too good for men? Such a grandiose thought--but what if it’s true? Are divine people only meant to be near animals because their love is pure? Am I truly divine, a "sacred whore" who's gotten older? Or am I just a lonely, older, white man who once had a pussy? I swear my next cat will be not be a girl.

And now the void is so cold.

On that last and final visit to the vet, the first shot knocked her out with her eyes still open. As I held her in my arms, I tried to sing a few lyrics from “Your Song” by Elton John but I kept choking up from the grief inside, pouring out like a slow moving lava from a volcano as I made the decision to let her go to Rainbow Bridge. Moments before that, as if sensing she must escape, she jumped from my lap and ran toward a low, deep, blue panel on the foot of the anonymous door in the exam room of the vet's, where outside, the sound of other animals and birds echoed as if we were in a small Noah’s Arc, not the St. Marks Veterinary Hospital. After that first show, the vet reentered the room then and removed her limp but still living body from my arms. She was wrapped in a ragged towel. The vet placed her on the cold, steel table, found a vein in her leg and injected the second shot containing a syringe full of light, blue, savagely beautiful liquid. Moments later, her heat stopped beating.

When it was over, I was left alone. I kissed her gently, one last time. And made sure she was well-covered with the towel. There was last touch of her tail, which was still warm. After a few minutes and prayers, I opened the door and got a technician’s attention. “I have to go” I said “and I don’t want her left alone. Please.”

But it was her time? Or am I murderer, feeling guilty that my dear, little friend couldn't simply walk into the woods next to my Grandmother Nan's house on the hill of a small town in Illinois next to those thick, green, dark and lost woods and be with her kindred spirits, the trees and birds and stars as she left this life, one of her nine? In the woods, she’d be dreaming of catnip and curling up, warmly, snuggly making a nest of fur, twigs and leaves at the base of a strong, sturdy oak.

 Here’s to Shiva, the bitch cat. I will never again have a female. I want only boys. But her untouchable beauty haunts me still. And at the end, she wasn't a bitch anymore, she was a loving creature. A waif, with short, grey hair, serious green eyes, a tinted rose, pink undercoat and dainty, white paws looking like small ballet slippers…

I'm so sorry, my darling. I took the easy path; I set you free. Forgive me. And please God, lead me into the woods when I have to go; my face shining like a silver mask in the moonlight. Please God, let me be gazing up and into the trees and clouds, my eyes resting, on the shadows of loving, dark, bodies of muscled warriors and chanting Shamans, coming to take me away to their secret, land, glowing with gold and mysterious shadows…