#mentally i am a litterbox i know i really need to

[bamsara]

bangs hand on table. where is the heart to draw

[ghostcasket]

living on your own is hard, you know? especially in the beginning, especially when you’re a student, especially when you have mental health issues, especially when you also have chronic physical health issues. it’s hard and if you’re like me living in a studio, like, actually by yourself, nobody around to hold you accountable—or to gently remind you, hey, you haven’t eaten in a while.

and while for most of us, moving out is an overwhelming gust of relief, i think it’s just as important to acknowledge that sometimes, it’s hard.

if you have barely managed adhd like me, and sometimes the bare minimum of self care seems unattainable—well, you’re on your own. it’s easy to let yourself slip into unhealthy patterns and neglect yourself.

but then, here are some ways my cat pulled me out before i could slip too far.

there are 2 constants i can always count on, day in day out, no matter how chaotic or disorganised i am, how out of routine; his feeding times. morning and evening, he has to have food. this little creature is everything to me. it’s my job to keep him safe and happy and healthy.

and then, as i pour kibble into his little bowl, i might remember i also haven’t eaten in a—wow, it’s seven p.m. already—so while i’m up, i might as well throw some leftovers in the microwave or grab a slice or 2 of dry bread. i’m in the kitchen anyway. giacomo absolutely scarfs down his dinner and i watch him.

he’s a kitten, still. he wants to play all of the time and when he doesn’t he’s sleeping but oh my god he loves my feet. he’s bitey. i absolutely cannot get too lost in my own head when he wants to play. i have to be careful to emerge with all of my fingers still attached to my hand. fucking ow, dude, what’s wrong with you.

his litterbox needs to be maintained regularly, too. i can’t let it get disgusting because a clean littlerbox makes for a happy cat, so i have my little poop baggies that i deposit by the door and then when i go to school i can take them down to the trash, but if i’m going to the trash anyway i might as well grab my own human trash too and throw that out as well, and then that’s one more task crossed off the list.

speaking of litter—that shit runs out fast. i don’t know how big you guys’ bags of cat litter are, but i can get around 3 uses out of a 10L bag, and then i have to go to the store to buy more. and, you know, i’m at the store anyway, so i may as well grab some essentials that i know i’ve run out of—pasta, tomatoes, cream cheese, bread—and then i have enough to eat for the next few days again. and i’m outside, too, at least while i walk to the store, which is a 2 minute walk and that’s doable even on a bad day, and 2 minutes outside is better than no minutes outside.

my little man needs to be safe and happy and healthy. i have to be at least some degree of functional to be able to provide that for him. and as thanks, he bites my toes and jumps at me in the face and shoves his cold little wet nose in my ears like they hide forbidden kitty treats and whines until i cuddle him and climbs in my lap and naps there, purring so loud i can feel it reverberate in my whole body.

and it’s just, he needs me, you know? so i have to be at least a little bit okay. and because he doesn’t allow me to actually deeply spiral into the throes of depression et al, it’s easier to pull myself out again.

i wasn’t sure for a while if he’d be allowed to move in with me, and then when i got the green light i found out that his adoption fee would be a lot higher than expected and i couldn’t afford it, but one clandestine extraction mission later (shoutout to Quinn, you’re a real one) (nobody cancel me, i did not actually steal him from a shelter) and he was napping on my lap like he’d never known any different.

so i just can’t help but feel like this was kind of meant to be, you know?

and i’m really grateful. like, really, really grateful.

so even on days where i can’t do anything—when it feels genuinely impossible—you can count on me to drag my ass to his food bowl when he screams at me that it’s dinner time. and maybe i’ll grab a slice of bread on the way.

(the toe biter in question, giacomo poopy)

(feel free to add your own toe biters to this post. this is a Creature Appreciation Post)

[lawtistic]

my ranking of mystic messenger main outfits except i know nothing about fashion and have really bad opinions

10; Ray

minor spoilers ahead also i dont know how to work tumblr apparently so the keep reading is going after the first ranking label

i have more to say under this im just currently mentally absent right now

what the fuck is that. what. did he forget what century we are in? i like the magenta on him but girl who let you leave your cell looking like an elizabethan

i prefer ray over saeran but not if hes wearing this because to ellys smelly ass litterbox and back i will burn that ruffled collar if it the last thing i ever do in my life

9; Casual & Deep Story V

why is bro built like a stripper pole??? hes just unnaturally long and its disturbing to a point that i cant not take it into consideration even if this is an outfit ranking

that haircut is not it for you man and get new sunglasses i know why you have them but pick something else theres something off

the outfit is so overwhelmingly basic and void of color and its really a spoiler for how hes blind because he could not have consciously put this together

8; Yoosung

again hes built like a stripper pole but to a much lesser degree

ive always felt uncomfortable looking at yoosung and his big beady eyes. do not get me wrong i love yoosung but i always feel like he knows my sins

those shoes are hideous, get rid of them. get a better haircut because this one does not make me feel any better about him and its so horrenously big that i know his hair is full of secrets

the shirt is fine, i guess, and i like the jacket, i also have nothing to say about the pants. i like the color palette but thats it. i would have ranked it higher if he didnt give me carpal tunnel with a single glance

7; Jumin

i have little to nothing to say about this. its a basic suit

i like the little bit of purple because thats his color and its cool

his legs are oddly skinny and long in comparison to the rest of him tho and its making it to where i want to classify him as built like a stripper pole but its just his legs so i cant

6; Jaehee

same with Jumin but she's less basic due to the accessories and the tights

i fucking live for those tights. those are great tights. people need to talk about her tights.

i have nothing else to say except justice for jaehee kang's tights i love those on her

5; Zen

he was originally switched with jaehee but then i realized hes wearing his own damn logo and i could not ignore that

only he would wear his own logo on his jacket like that and pose in the such a way to flex it the best he possibly could. i didnt even realize he had a logo but hes literally wearing it what

the rest of the outfit is bland and mid but wow hes wearing his own logo

also rat tail

4; Another Story V

he looks physically functional!! wow!!

this is such an upgrade, i love the haircut on him now he looks like a wet dog and its amazing

the outfit is kind of mid but it looks better on him and its still okay i would let him leave the house in this

3; 707

by most standpoints this outfit isnt that fantastic and hes only this high because i said so

its overall kind of basic but i like the hoodie and i love his funky glasses and for some reason cross necklaces make people hotter despite the fact im wiccan

the jeans are so... eh? but you cant really put anything better with this??? im a certified jean hater but i literally cannot think of anything else to put on him instead

also those shoes are fucking horrendous

2; Vanderwood

this is why i have bad opinions because i like leopard print. fight me.

this is such a fancy suit that i have nothing negative to say about it

you can tell hes a whore just by looking at him. i wish he had a route

1; Saeran

ah yes i have one alter in last place and the other in first. this isnt that funny i just think its ironic

"youre biased!!! you dress like this youre so biased!!!" yes i am. i am so biased. why do you think 707 is number 3?

the leather jacket is iconic as well as the black and red combo

the bracelet and??? choker thing??? what is that??? looks very nice on him and i like the tattoo (even if it means something i do not like)

"where is rika?" between my steel knuckles would you like a visit

[kypossumlady]

My goal this year is to stop demeaning myself for literally everything lol. I want to stop apologizing for being sensitive and having giant feelings. I want to stop apologizing for needing extra help sometimes. I want to get help from medical professionals without anxiously canceling every single time. I think I’m doing a good job so far. Quitting my job was a good thing for my mental health, and I’m sticking by that.

Girl crush has burnt out so fast. She got so weird, and it just aided in Tony and I feeling like she’s a giant ass red flag.

Quitting my birth control was like a 50/50 decision. On one hand the side effects that wrecked my body are gone. On the other hand, my period comes full speed and my moods are real fucking insane. I was thinking today that maybe the autism was kept semi-hidden because of (extreme masking) the hormones. Idk if that even makes sense but, still.

I don’t like talking about my autism because I feel like it makes people perceive me as attention seeking. That’s weird right? But talking about it has helped me realize so much about myself. The breakdowns I had as a kid where I would lose my absolute mind and my parents didn’t know what to do so they yelled back. (I don’t feel anything negative towards them about it. They are on the spectrum too. ) Preferring to be by myself when I played. Rocking all the time lmao. It’s so funny to think. My parents used to see me rocking in the car and they’d say “she’s just bopping”. I love/hate the fact that they didn’t know I was autistic and just thought I was quirky.

My goal this year is to move more and be outside more. My body is having a really hard time with chronic pain and I’m trying to combat it. Soft movements and stretches, resting, hydrating, listening to my body, and meds of course. Hopefully I can get my medical card for weed and it can help some too. I really don’t want to be on pain pills. I’ve not gone to the doctor for the pain I’ve felt forever because I’m scared I’ll be seen as a drug seeker. Which is silly but that’s my brain.

People tell me a lot that I’d be a good mom. And I think that’s kinda true. But the reason I don’t want kids (besides the responsibility part?) is I struggled my whole life with having giant feelings and not knowing what to do with them. They physically made me sick and made me ache. I know itd be different because I could help the kid but it seems too much. It’s just not for me.

I want to talk about the wedding more than I am. I need to get out of my head that I’m this giant burden when I’m not even talking that much.

A funny thing about my brain that I find hard to articulate is how edibles really level me out and make me functional. Sometimes it makes me chill. But I slept until 8 today, got up and chored, went back to sleep at 10, got up at 2 and went for a hike/walk, ate some lunch, napped again from 4-7, and did the barn chores. Then I ate 500mg of edibles- did a little laundry, gathered trash, vacuumed, did litterboxes, swept upstairs, and did some self care all within 2 hours. Some days I take 100mg and can function like a soccer mom on a school night, but some days like recently, it takes more just to mellow me out to function.

I want to find a way to document how my brain sounds and I have some of it saved on TikTok. Some days it’s like a crowd of people all talking at once, and while they’re talking, you hear at different times more prominent things. And during those talkings, a song is playing and it’s somehow loud. It sounds like word vomit but that’s a good way of explaining it.

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

In recognition of 200 followers.....

I composed a list of 200 hero x villain dialogue prompts for you guys to ask me or reblog it and ask your own followers or if you take inspiration.

Thank you so much! It means a whole lot!

1. "I wish I had longer to love you."

2. "Sometimes being the greatest is being the worse."

3. "I will kill you if you die on me."

4. "Bury me... under a willow tree... with tulips and lilies to blossom in the spring and a small stream to keep me company."

5. "Villains aren't capable of love; yet, here I am crying over your grave."

6. "The kitten's name is Max."

7. "I'm going to get a beer."

8. "There is only one way to kill me, but you could never muster the strength to pull through."

9. "I'm dizzy with love for you."

10. "Hero, you are drunk not a toddler."

11. "I pledge to serve you willingly, butthead."

12. "Ride the waves with me." "You are a mermaid, no thanks."

13. "Stay awake for me; it's only a little farther."

14. "I can't carry you!"

15. "He isn't much, but we'll make do."

16. "I WANT TO SEE HER! LET ME SEE HER PLEASE. Please..."

17. "George Washington never told a fib, and I am greater than him, so trust me, Hero, when I say I am telling the truth."

18. "Eggs and butter make dough, knives and guns make death."

19. "You are insane."

20. "The bomb is going off in twenty seconds, Hero. Run now. I-I'm going to stop it."

21. "What is love?"

22. "I don't get the function of hugs."

23. "Mentally I'm good, but physically..."

24. "I only wished for happiness from that genie. I guess it was evil."

25. "Break him, shatter him, destroy him."

26. "Sing with me."

27. "Villain you are touch starved, not dying."

28. "What the heck did you do to your hair." "What? You don't like it?" "It looks like my cat's litterbox."

29. "Don't give me hope."

30. "I am not a disease or a parasite. I am a human. I am one of those millions you swore to protect."

31. "Kiss, marry, kill?" "Kill, kill, kill."

32. "You created me."

33. "Villain don't you dare pass out."

34. "I like the look of blood on you, compliments your eyes."

35. "I kinda dropped Hero through space."

36. "Power exhaustion sucks."

37. "Time to save the world. Yay!" *says in sarcasm*

38. "Let me feed you Hero."

39. "You do not have AC?!"

40. "Villain you have a fever."

41. "Am I drunk?"

42. "Movies. Nine o'clock. Don't be late."

43. "Lemme grab a beer and we are good to go."

44. "Don't. Look. At. Me."

45. "He just had his wisdom teeth out sooo." "How bad can it be? Villain has been shot with twenty tranq darts at one and didn't pass out... immediately anyway, took a good twenty minutes." "Well, you see-" "THE KITTEN IS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!!"

46. "She needs surgery."

47. "It's a panic attack..." "KISS HIM!"

48. "Blood, gore, madness... this was made for me."

49. "Quit drooling on me and sit up."

50. "There's only one bed."

51. "He looks so cute when he sleeps."

52. "Of all the places to live, you had to choose a heavily fortified medieval castle two thousand years in the past?"

53. "You are a peacock Hero."

54. "Let's see who will drown first. You or me. One, two, three... let's go!"

55. "I wasn't always like this."

56. "Madness is for geniuses, not for me."

57. "It's just a sedative that's going to make you nice and docile."

58. "He's out." "Good, let him rest, villainy is hardwork."

59. "I love her, but she doesn't love me."

60. "If I had a choice to save you or me, I'd pick me."

61. "Gag her."

62. "They aren't made for this, give them mercy."

63. "Talk now or she dies."

64. "Broken ribs, broken jaw, broken arm... are you sure you want me to continue." "No." "Then tell me your name."

65. "Get me some thread and a needle. Just don't touch me."

66. "The police are coming."

67. "Tell me where she is. TELL ME WHERE IS SHE OR I WILL SLASH YOUR THROAT AND TOSS YOU IN THE SEWER!!!!!"

68. "I love you." "I don't."

69. "Hug me just one last time."

70. "Villain hey hey hey. Calm down. You've been in a pretty bad accident."

71. "They won't be able to walk again."

72. "Tell me... just tell if they made it."

73. "Can't you just poof me another arm?"

74. "If you saved all of them, you can save me."

75. "I'm really tired..."

76. "Sleep. I will stay with you."

77. "She is sixteen years old." "All musicians start young." "This isn't a concert, this is life. Stop ruining it."

78. "He"s been in an accident." "Where?" "Five minutes away from your place."

79. "I wish he wasn't unconscious, so I could talk to him. So I could thank him."

80. "It's been four months now. I have came everyday and, uh, I dunno what to say. Hero, I need you to wake up. I can't function knowing you are right here."

81. "I have a date." "Hmm with who?" "Supervillain." "When and where honey?"

82. "Shhhhhhh. Be quiet. We are still being hunted."

83. "Desert?" "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

84. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." "I know, I know dear and I so sorry, but I need you to help me. I need you to help them."

85. "Villain just sleep. Allow the drugs to take you under. Don't fight it, don't resist... just sleep. In the morning, we will be safe."

86. "Being lost in the woods isn't ideal."

87. "An injection of valium will do it."

88. "There's no anesthesia."

89. "Wouldn't it be great if we never met each other?"

90. "Bless you." "I didn't sneeze." "Yeah right. Now go sit down, you're sick."

91. "It's called insomnia you dim-wit."

92. "Join me and we can be great."

93. "You didn't bring me here for the cake." "No, dear, but you are so gullible. I brought you here for a sacrifice." "My life?" "Why yes."

94. "I don't know. I never had someone collapse on my doorstep before."

95. "I have nothing to lose. No family, no friends, just my meaningless life."

96. "That's my daughter, not the villain's... so give me her back before I rip your eyes out."

97. "How long was I out for?!" "Ten minutes, but you were drifting. I don't think you had that good of rest." "Oh, I thought I was asleep for hours."

98. "I know, I know you are going to hate me after this, but trust me when I say it's for the best."

99. "I know everything about you."

100. "I think narcissism is contagious because after watching you for a couple hours, I think I may have developed a little crush on the mirror..."

101. "What did you give me?"

102. "Is she screams, I'm going to scream, and then we are going to die."

103. "No fighting today, my cat just died."

104. "How hard did you punch me?"

105. "Not gonna lie, being delirious was epic."

106. "I am cooking for you. You aren't my servant, so stop thinking it."

107. "My old masters made me into a weapon and called me Villain, but if you desire a lapdog I am going to need to be refurnished to fit your needs."

108. "What is his deal?" "I think he's just crazy."

109. "Love is not what I had in mind when I agreed to go on a date with you."

110. "Hugs are overrated."

111. "Are you too hot or too cold?" "Both."

112. "I wish we could turn back time."

113. "I lost the game." "What do you mean? Hero is dead." "Precisely."

114. "Make a wish." "That you live."

115. "Villain has been acting exceptional! Today we granted them a break from the machine. Go ahead Hero and take him for some ice cream."

116. (Sleepy murmurs) "Don't go. I neeeed you." "Yeah yeah I know Villain."

117. "Villain was the one who hurt me, not Hero."

118. "Supervillain is in danger!"

119. "If everyone is scared of me, I might as well be alone."

120. "My head is killing me."

121. "Don't call an ambulance. Just... hold me."

122. "You don't have to do this. It's going to hurt you more than me." "Anything for you dearest, anything at all."

123. "Hero, go wash your hands before dinner."

124. "You have PTSD?" "I don't know?"

125. "I have soap in my eyes!' "Rinse it out." "Mm no I'm permanently mortally blinded." "Uh huh."

126. "We need to cuddle to keep warm."

127. "Take care of them for me, will you?"

128. "When I'm gone, promise to tell my mother, please."

129. "Drug him and then bring him to me."

130. "Superheroes are for children. In all honesty, we are all villains."

131. "Oh my gosh, Hero, what happened?" "Poisoned."

132. "Wouldn't it be nice?" "I don't fancy prosthetics."

133. "Just shut up and listen!"

134. "There is a memorial parade for Hero tomorrow. They asked you to lead it."

135. "She turned it around... at the end."

136. "I wish that he understood how much I care for him."

137. "Civilian! He fell asleep in my lap last night, like totally zooted. It was so cute, but also very tempting. I stuck a french fry up his nose." "Wow. Did he wake up then?" "Yeah, I am sorta kidnapped right now..."

138. "The book, the sword... all pieces of the puzzle huh." "No, darling, all pieces of my game."

139. "Their death is my fault! Not your's, but mine, so quit trying to make me feel better."

140. "Once upon a time-" "Oh please, not another fairytale."

141. "If only it was that easy."

142. "We are stuck in a maze, how can you be so joyful?"

143. "Celebrate Hero, eat your cake, party into the night... but just know, I will be back."

144. "Call 911!" "Why?" "I stubbed my toe."

145. "Your jawline looks like it was gauzed over in lard." "It looks better than your hay for hair."

146. "You're my best friend." "Villain? Are you on drugs?"

147. "Lay him there and leave him. Let the rats dine on him."

148. "The point of the cow suit?" "Oh, uh, I was at a Halloween parade. You know, for children."

149. "I-i never wanted to hurt you." "I know, I wanted you to, so I allowed it."

150. "Favorite movie?" "Your death." "Ooo never heard of it, let's watch it." "*groans* Oh my gosh, you are stupid."

151. "Being a flutist is my only superpower. And being modest apparently."

152. "Your head will join my collection if yoi don't watch out."

153. "Hey, hey! Wake up, buddy. It's just a nightmare."

154. "Meh head hurts." "Yeah, you hit it pretty hard."

155. "Let's go for a ride." "On that yellow miniature school bus?" "It's a ranger you idiot."

156. "No painkillers, no bandages, perfect environment for infection to settle... I'm just gonna leave you here Villain."

157. "I save you and this is how you repay me? A prison?"

158. "What are you doing?" "Climbing a tree? No Hero, I am breaking into your house to kidnap you."

159. "I formally apologize."

160. "Of all places, Hero, you had to teleport us to a desert. A DESERT."

161. "Supervillain won't stop unless we team up." "I don't think our alliance will stop them, I think it'll just make them angrier."

162. "Stop singing or I will blow this place until even the last atom is broken into itty-bitty molecules!" "That... that is scientifically impossible."

163. "I'm a genius! Yippee!"

164. "Life isn't perfect and nor is your morals."

165. "Control yourself before you kill everyone around you."

166. "Say your goodbyes."

167. "Of all the ways I've died, drowning was by far the nicest."

168. "Love the collar. Is it for fashion purposes?" "Uh, um, uh, er, no?"

169. "You look lonely. Want some hot coco?"

170. "It is negative million out there and you expect me to come in toasty warm after fixing your power?"

171. "Are you sick?" "Yeh." "Come on in then."

172. "Civilian, don't even bother trying to save him."

173. "We have a breach!"

174. "What makes a villain's life less important than your's?"

175. "Enjoy your soup." "You poisoned it." "And you're delusional, eat up."

176. "I hate 99% of the population." "According to a meme I found, you are therefore a cat."

177. "Don't overuse your powers."

178. "This is just an unfortunate event."

179. "You look so cute when you are sleepy and barely conscious."

180. "His fever is rising."

181. "Save her, leave me. I'll-i'll get out of this somehow."

182. "Sometimes self-sacrifice isn't noble, it's selfish."

183. "You are so funny that I need my inhaler to kill you with." "That sentence was so discombobulated that I am leaving."

184. "Just for your information, I hate oranges but love grapes."

185. "Walking down the stairs shouldn't be a momental effort." "You broke both your legs."

186. "You just destroyed my life's work, don't expect me to give you a huge bear hug."

187. "Is it true that you have telekinesis?" "Yes, why?" "Go steal me a donut."

188. "You are so incredibly touch starved, Villain." "Mmm." "Tired? Go ahead and sleep, I'm here."

189. "This is for your own good, I promise."

190. "I'm cold."

191. "I don't want to move and you can't make me."

192. "I AM RETIRED! YOU DON'T NEED TO CONTINUE TO SEND ME PAMPHLETS OF THE HOTTEST HERO OF THE YEAR!"

193. "He's unconscious." "That tired, huh." "No, he passed out from blood loss."

194. "I want a kitten."

195. "I'm no scared of you, so stop acting like I am."

196. "He isn't dangerous, just scared."

197. "They won't be going anywhere for a long, long time."

198. "Hero? Hero? Oh my goodness, please wake up."

199. "Life is too short for pleasures."

200. "I hope you are happy, in the end."

[copperbadge]

Forgive me if you've already written about this, but you seem to have your life together so I'm asking: how do you keep house? All the online resources seem to assume I'm a stay at home mom-- I live with myself and my cat, and work full time. How do you keep up with the messes created by yourself and the cryptids? How do you keep up with the messes that seem to just spawn?

Oh, man, such a good question. I feel like part of the answer is…I don’t? I mean I do, obviously I don’t live in rank filth, but I don’t keep as clean a house as say, my mother, or even some of my friends. 

I try to set up systems to prevent certain types of mess, which helps – I try never to leave something for later if it can be dealt with in the course of the moment, which can be wearying so not everyone’s going to handle that well. But for example, laundry – when I do it, I do every part of it. Not every article of clothing (though that too) but I stand in the laundry room and fold it there, even though my condo is only a short elevator ride away, because I know I a) fold better standing up and b) am more likely to just dump it on my bed and not fold it if I go back to my condo. So I fold all my laundry and then I take it home, and then it’s super easy to put it away! (I also have arranged my life so that putting it away is easy – the shirts go on hangers, everything else goes on open shelves or, in the case of socks, in an open box by the door). 

I don’t do the dishes every day. Why should I? I’m one human, and I don’t like having wet hands or sweaty glove hands. So when I’m done with a dish I put it in the sink and run water into it to soak, and at the end of the week I wash them all. Is it a little gross? Probably. But as long as I stay on top of it within reason, I only have to do dishes once a week and I don’t have to worry about pests. 

I vacuum when I vacuum. Sometimes my floor is not the cleanest, but what am I doing on my floor? Only walking. Hell, in the living room there’s a significant amount of floor space dedicated to being covered in loose catnip. I sweep it up if friends are coming over but otherwise that’s just The Catnip Area. It’s dry and smells nice, so why not?   

One good tip I have for Cryptid Mess in re: the litterbox is to find a cheap foam yoga mat and put it under the litterbox. It catches a lot of the litter. I do keep a dustpan and a little hand sweeper in the bathroom to sweep up the litter it doesn’t catch – I do that every evening, because if I don’t the cats get into the box and play drum solos on it all night long. I have a small trash bin near the box that all the poop and swept-up litter goes into and I empty that once a week when it gets full. 

I have never dusted once in my whole life. Obviously this is untenable if you have particulate sensitivities of some kind but I don’t, so when company is coming I do a quick vacuum and then wipe down anything that looks dusty and likely to shed it, and otherwise I am okay with a bit of dust. 

I also buy convenience items that make it easier to clean or to not-clean. I have a three-bin, wheeled cart for laundry so everything gets sorted as I take it off (trousers, socks-undies, shirts; linens always go in with socks-undies because it’s usually the smallest load) and it’s easy to get the bins to the laundry room. I have an Omega Paw litterbox so I never actually have to scoop it, just clean and refill it on occasion. All of my windowsills where the cats like to lie are covered in fabric so that the shed onto that and it traps it a bit, and then I wash those occasionally (every blanket I own is still covered in cat hair, but whatever, the hair mostly sticks to the  blanket). 

But these are all kind of very specific examples that illustrate a larger point I make a lot when it comes to living your life as a grownup: these are things that work for me because they work with the way my mind works. What is most important is to find a system that works for you. I often advise people to think about what conditions would enable them to do better at something they’d like to do better at, and then find a way to implement those conditions. Like I used to not go running as often because I hated putting socks on in the morning. So I found a pair of shoes that didn’t require socks to run in. Relatedly, my socks were getting everywhere when I kept them on a shelf with the rest of my clothes, so I put them in a drawer in my kitchen, near the door where I kept my shoes, and they stayed not only more organized but out if sight. When I put the mail on a counter after coming home, I forget it exists, so instead I open it before I go in the door, sort it in my hand into “important” and “garbage”, and put the important mail directly into my work bag, so that the following morning when I unpack my bag at work, I’ll see it and have the mental capacity to deal with it. I have an open paper bag next to my sofa that is only “dry” trash (tissues, paper, reciepts) and the garbage mail goes directly into that so I don’t even have to lift a trash lid to get rid of it. 

When I do feel like the level of ick is getting too high in my home, I set aside a weekend day to deal with it. And I spend the whole day cleaning – but I spend maybe 40% of it cleaning and the other 60% resting and rewarding myself. I clean one room at a time because that’s easiest for me, and I tend to push all the mess into one room and do that one last – so anything that shouldn’t be in the kitchen gets removed to the dining room table, ditto junk in the bedroom, and then I deal with the table all at once so that it’s its own task rather than ten thousand tiny distracting ones. Inbetween rooms I watch a movie or make myself a snack or play with the Cryptids. 

But I also know people – one of my new coworkers for example – who have totally different systems. He goes home on Friday night, FRIDAY NIGHT, when all I want to do is fucking sleep! and he cleans his WHOLE TWO BEDROOM TWO STOREY HOUSE! He starts in the room furthest from the kitchen upstairs and cleans his way down and into the kitchen. I could never. But that’s the ONLY way he can clean, he’s physically incapable of cleaning anything as he goes. So his wife does the little mess-cleans, like mid-week dishes or picking up clothing that has gone astray, on the understanding that she doesn’t have to help with the Friday Night Deep Clean Of Horror. I have other friends who have wholly different ideas of what “clean kitchen” means – for one it means there’s no messy dishes in the sink, for the other it means the counters are clear and wiped down – so they each tackle their half of the “clean” conception, one clears the counters and the other does the dishes, rather than taking turns cleaning the “whole” kitchen. They had to vocalize this to each other before they could strike that deal, though. And when you live alone, sometimes you aren’t aware of how you conceptualize things because you’re never expressing that to someone else. 

So I think it’s super important to talk to yourself, actually. To ask yourself, what does clean mean to you, and what do you just not give a shit about? Then ask yourself, what would make it easier for me to address the parts I really care about? And then arrange your home around that. 

I hope this helps! Remember, learning this kind of shit is a process, and it takes time and energy and self-reflection. You don’t have to become Martha Stewart tomorrow – you can take the time you need to build up little insights and habits slowly. Good luck! 

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[kayr0ss]

Appointments Chapter 5: Headaches and Some Music

[LWA, Diakko, Small Town AU, Fluff and Slow Romance, Pining™ lol]  

Chapter 1 & Table of Contents AO3 Link

Diana pursed her lips, locked in a heated stare-down against the newest occupant of her apartment.

“Please behave yourself until I return.”

The cat ‘mew’ed’ in reply as though he understood and resumed licking the back of his paw. All things considered, he seemed to be a surprisingly well-behaved cat. Who looked polite. This small comfort was enough to make up for the ridiculousness of having to talk to a cat, and Diana realized that she had never been more excited to return to her clinic as she was now.

The normalcy of work, she thought to herself, is beginning to feel like a comfort versus the absurdity of my home’s current state of affairs.

She stepped through her doorway into a lovely Blytonbury morning. The habitual glance towards her watch read 09:51, urging her to walk at a quicker pace than usual. She regrettably strode right by Jasminka’s café—there was no time to pass by tea, and she hadn’t woken up early enough to make some for herself that morning.

Of course, because of the cat.

The day prior, she’d had to return home later than usual to fetch her feline tenant the basic supplies: a small can of cat-food, a litterbox, and two bowls for food and milk. The real challenge was in the ‘teaching him not to leave any form of excrement where he shouldn’t.’ Pleasant behavior aside, it seemed Toby was actually quite intelligent—although by the time it was two o’clock in the morning, her NewTube suggestions were a peculiar mix of medical lectures and ‘How to Potty Train Your Cat’ videos.

She made her way through the crosswalk—ensuring that no brunettes were running about—and mentally prepared herself for the day she was about to have. There were no scheduled patients before lunch, giving her enough time to review case files for a busy afternoon.

When she stepped through the glass door to her clinic, Barbara was already lounging behind her desk and flipping—as usual—through a novel.

“Good morning,” she peaked out from behind ‘NightFall 12: The Oblivion of Love’. “You’re on the dot today.”

“I always am,” Diana replied lightly. “Good morning to you as well.”

“You’re always at least fifteen minutes early,” Barbara corrected, smiling kindly. Then the nurse leaned forward, scrutinizing Diana with an observant gaze. “You’re…”

The blonde lifted her eyebrow in silent response.

“Something.” Barbara said slowly, as if trying to figure a puzzle out. She waved a hand to dismiss the thought. “Must have been my imagination, just thought there was something off. Anyway, I’ve laid down the patient files for the afternoon. We’ve got ourselves a slow morning.”

“Thank you,” Diana nodded politely, slipping into her whitecoat and thankful that she didn’t have to explain the kind of morning (and evening) she’d had. She settled into her chair, entertaining the thought of going through the documents Barbara had prepared before deciding she wasn’t in the right headspace for that. A headache. Massing her temples, she ascribed her irritability at a lack of sleep and constant worrying over her furniture’s wellbeing. She inwardly cursed her lack of morning tea—and really hoped her furniture were okay.

Learning back with a sigh, her eyes drifted towards a pamphlet at the edge of her table. It was the St. Beatrix MMC residency brochure on Cardiology. She’d probably read its contents nearly ten times over by now. In truth, the hospital had already reached out to her: she was “everything they were looking for”, or so the chief resident had said—a young doctor with an impeccable educational background. Diana had been truly grateful, but she was committed to taking the time she’d need to be absolutely sure. Which she wasn’t. At least, not yet.

There was a knock on her door, and Barbara was peeking through the doorframe. “Water. And an aspirin. Because for some reason you look—uh.”

“Off?” Diana tilted her head.

“Like shit.” Barbara nodded, and Diana would have had something to say about her choice of language if it weren’t for the fact that she was probably right. “Did anything happen?”

“Just a few issues to iron over at home,” she replied cryptically.

Barbara looked like she wanted to ask more, but decided not to prod. “That won’t do. We’re having lunch over at the Russian lady’s and getting those croissants you love so much, but in the meantime drink that Advil because someone’s gotta look after the doctor looking after everyone else.”

Diana smiled and felt a wave of gratitude pour through her over Barbara’s thoughtfulness.

“Which reminds me,” the other woman set the items down to Diana’s desk, “the cat’s gone.”

The blonde immediately looked down at the suddenly-very-interesting-patient-files. “I—Indeed.”

“You know, I think I’ll actually miss him. He was kind of cute.”

Diana was ready to remind her of the importance of workplace cleanliness when the front bell chimed louder than usual. The glass pane of the door practically swung open with force.

“Heya, doc! And miss nurse!”

Oh.

Barbara was the first to recover. “Where did you fall in this time? Was it a ditch? Or did you fly off your bike again?”

Atsuko Kagari-with-blood-ty—Oh, enough of that! She’s just Akko!—had come barging in with a large paper bag, effectively elevating Diana’s headache through several numbers up the VNRS pain scale.

“I—” Akko shot the nurse a smug look “—have yet to experience an accident this week!”

“That’s a first,” Barbara crossed her arms.

“But I’m here for you!”

Those stunning red eyes locked themselves onto Diana, and suddenly she couldn’t speak. Me? The brunette strode into her office. She dropped the paper bag onto her desk.

“I’m not quite sure I follow. What is this?”

“Child support!”

Diana flinched. Barbara blinked. Akko simply nodded to herself in smug satisfaction.

“For Toby. Since we’re co-parents now.” Akko clarified, looking completely serious. “There’s a bunch of cat food that should last a while, a cute mouse squeaky toy, and animal milk.”

The blonde felt her ears redden at the incredulous look Barbara was giving her, and seriously—was this seriously happening right now? “C—Co-parents?”

“Yes.” Akko nodded with a determined glint in her eyes. “And I’m no deadbeat mom!”

“I—I see.”

“Anyway,” Akko took one of the pens from Diana’s stand without asking (“Don’t do that.”), and leaned over to write on the blank prescription pad on the blonde’s desk. “Here’s my number so you can text me about anything he needs and so we can arrange my visitation rights!”

Visitation rights?

“Oh.” Akko paused, lifting her thumb to her chin. “We probably need to schedule a trip to the vet and get him a collar, too.”

We?

Not knowing what else to say and still completely blindsided by Akko’s—well, everything—Diana simply complied. “I… know a veterinarian. He’s a childhood friend.”

“Perfect!” Akko beamed.

Once again, it was disarming. She really had to stop doing that to Diana.

“I’ve got to study for a test so I gotta bounce but I’m so excited to see him again!” Akko leaned across the table, moving around at a pace faster than Diana’s sleep-deprived-due-to-Toby’s mind could follow. The brunette wrapped her hand around her forearm and gave her another smile. It was warm. “But really—thank you Diana! I’ll see you around!”

She turned on her heel like the bundle of energy she was and bolted right out the door with a wave to Barbara.

Barbara—who looked right about ready to explode into laughter in the wake of Akko’s departure.

“You kept him.”

“Please don’t.” Diana pleaded.

The nurse finally caved, leaning against the doorframe to her office for support while she snickered. “That’s why you look completely out of it! You’ve got to tell me everything.”

But then the thudding sound of footsteps interrupted their conversation yet again and the door swung open. Poor thing. Might need to have its hinges checked at this point.

“I almost forgot!” Akko came bursting into the room like a cannon ball. “I got this on my way here for you!”

She slammed a paper take-out cup from Jasminka’s café onto Diana’s desk.

“I have no idea what it is to be honest.” Akko yelled, already rushing back out in a hurry. “I just asked Jas for a cup of whatever your usual is! Okay-bye-for-real!”

She was gone in a flash. Diana could smell tea.

English Breakfast, prepared exactly the way she liked it. The aroma was enough to chase away the tension along her brow, and when she glanced towards Barbara, who looked just as lost as she felt—

—they shared soft laughter.

The whole thing was absolutely ridiculous. Including the fact that her cup was labeled: ‘Dr. Grumpy >:(’

 ---

 It was 5:30PM and Akko was in despair.

“Chikusho! That was a disaster.” Akko banged her head against the lecture room desk. She was reeling from the mental assault that was ‘Applied Physics Examination 1.’ Judging by the scowl on Sucy’s usually nonchalant face, it hit her pretty hard too. “How’d you do?”

“Tanginang test ‘yan.” She glowered in her native language.

“I’m going to assume that was a string of curse words.”

“For once in your idiot life, you are correct.”

“Mou!” Akko huffed.

“I’m out.” Sucy declared, and likewise, every fiber in Akko’s being wanted to get the hell out of this classroom as soon as possible. The purple-haired girl lazily slung her bag over shoulder and looked down at Akko (who was still very much slumped over the desk) through one eye. “So are you coming or should I leave you behind?”

Akko groaned. And then sighed. And then groaned another time while pointing towards the podium because—“First I have to walk over there and ask if she wants to join the running club.”

“The professor?” Sucy blinked.

“Ya, dude.”

Then Sucy was grinning daggers. “I think I’m gonna stick by and see if she’ll actually murder you this time.”

“Not funny!” Akko pouted while finally standing up and cursing the fact that she can no longer exist as a worry-free blob on a desk.

“It is. A little. Now go.” Sucy prodded on, repeatedly poking at her arm.

“Going, going!”

While the students slowly filed out of the room—in despair, mind you—Akko approached Dr. Meridies with Sucy lingering a safe distance behind her.

The lilac-haired professor looked up from a test sheet she was inspecting, looking, as one would say, way too tired for this shit. “No amount of begging is going to convince me to pass you.”

“I wasn’t going to!” Akko crossed her arms defiantly.

“Then why are we having this conversation?”

Well. There wasn’t any other way for this to go down than directly, so it was best to just blurt it out. “Do you want to join the running club?”

Dr. Meridies reeled, squinting. “The running club?”

“Yes.” Akko nodded. “The running club.”

“So many people are asking me to join this running club that I think I’m gonna start declining just out of spite.”

“Ugh!” Akko groaned. “I tried—can’t force you! Maybe Professor du Nord can, Kami-sama, why did I even both—”

“Wait wait wait—” Dr. Meridies raised a hand to shut Akko while scowling. “du Nord?”

“Yeah,” Akko said looked to the side with slumped shoulders, “the club moderator. And I’m here cause Diana asked so now that I’ve done that I’m just gonna boun—”

Oddly enough, the exasperated professor seemed to have tuned out. “Chariot du Nord, from Humanities?”

“Uh, yeah.” The brunette blinked. “Do you know her?”

“O—Of course.” The older woman began stare so hard at the table she could have burned a hole through. “Faculty and all.”

Akko caught on like a wolf, grinning mischievously. “You know her!”

“Like I said we both teach—”

“You know know her.”

“Out!” Dr. Meridies barked, “of my classroom!”

With a devious glint, which Akko swore she could see in Sucy’s eyes too, she waved in exaggerated politeness and made her way to the door.

“Okay, professor!” Oh, she loved this sort of drama! “Just saying—it’s on Monday evenings!”

--

“You should have seen her face!” Akko squealed with almost manic glee. “Oh, Lotte you’re gonna love it—I know you’re a sucker for this kind of stuff.”

“But I can’t imagine it! How does Professor du Nord—” Lotte gestured towards her life with both hands for emphasis “—who seems super sweet and kind of introverted but is generally made of sunshine, find herself with a history of romantic involvement with someone like Dr. Meridies—” she made a quick jerking motion towards the right. “Who I haven’t actually seen in person, and if I were to base my judgments off your descriptions she sounds like some mad-scientist antagonist in an anime who’d wear a cape.”

Akko blinked. “That’s a good one.”

Sucy actually nodded.

“It makes no sense!” Lotte shook her head. And then… she swooned. “But love never does, does it?”

“Makes about as much as sense as this idiot getting that doctor to adopt the cat.”

“’The cat’ is named Toby!” Akko chided, “and you’d be hard-pressed to deny him if you’ve seen that cute little face of his.”

The three women were lazing about Lotte and Sucy’s living-and-dining area, with Akko sprawled across the couch that she’d be sleeping on since the pair—or just Lotte—invited her to stay over. There was take-out and beer (which Sucy and Akko had picked up on their way home), and the mini-get-together served two purposes: to recover from that horrid examination, and to keep Akko company because “tomorrow’s my first day of work and I am way too nervous to fall asleep without beer or Lotte nagging me to!”

There was something deeply comfortable about the small apartment. The furnishing didn’t match up and yet every piece felt like they belonged. Pots and pans hung above the stove, used yet well-maintained. They always had an extra set of everything—as though guests were welcome and often come and go. She loved it. And loved how welcome she felt in it. And though she’d never impose unless invited, Akko felt… cozy. Books, and mushrooms, and odd test-tubes, and literary manuscripts and all.

Lotte was in the middle of sharing the gist of her latest writing exercise when Akko felt her phone buzz.

“Hold on,” she excused herself, “I swear if this is a Canvas notification I’m gonna cut a bi—oh!”

“What is it?” Lotte asked.

-

18:53 Good evening. This Dr. Cavendish’s number – I’ve been able to secure an appointment with Dr. Hanbridge, the veterinarian I had mentioned. I apologize for the short notice but his soonest availability is tomorrow at around 1:30PM. Check-up aside, an agent in his clinic should likewise be able to assist with any documentation that needs sorting out given our arrangement. Your prompt response will be appreciated.

18:54 Heeeya Doc! 😊 u sound like an e-mail. :P

18:54 But sure lol I get off work @ Arcturus school around lunch time

18:55 Is it gonna be far?

18:55 But srsly lighten up abit it’s just me we can me at the bus stop or whrvr

18:56 I’ll be hailing a taxi service from my home and will collect you from your workplace at 12:30PM. Please be on time.

18:56 PLS add me on WhatsUpp through this number PLS omg I want pics of my little bby!!!! DO U FEED HIM and I can send you memes to show him so he’ll laugh LOL

18:56 LOL wtf ‘collect’

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“It was Diana.”

Sucy cocked an eyebrow, “’Diana’?”

“I have a vet trip with Toby tomorrow!” Akko buzzed. “Oh bother, now I’m never going to get any sleep.”

“Is she for real?�� Sucy indifferently pointed towards Akko while speaking to Lotte. “She’s like some ‘instant-friendship’ anomaly. Even I feel personally victimized.”

Lotte only smiled. “You have to sleep lest you subject poor children to a zombie for a teacher tomorrow.”

“That’s mean!”

Akko shared a laugh with Lotte, urging her to carry on with her story. They were getting to the good part—Edmund was about to confess!

One successful synopsis reading and a few topic changes later, Akko’s phone had buzzed once more.

It was a picture.

She squealed so hard her cheeks hurt.

“Akko, down! Yes—I see him—stop screaming or else I’m going to poison your drink.”

 -

 The driver pulled up at Arcturus School’s main driveway at exactly half-past noon.

“Please wait a moment.” Diana politely requested, mildly aware of the fact that she was beginning to miss the luxury of having her own car and service.

“Sure, just don’t leave me alone with that little fella, don’t matter how cute he might be.”

With a sigh—which was one of many at this point—she gently peered over to Toby whose head was poking out of the most comfortable canvas tote bag she could scavenge. It was that or nothing at all, and no, she wasn’t going to carry him in her arms.

‘Mew.’ He stared back up towards her. At least he seemed comfortable—and she tried to fight it but then she gave in and chuckled.

“Oh, come on then.”

Diana stepped out of the vehicle with Toby in tow. She pulled out her phone, putting a call through for the latest addition in her phonebook.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Typical. She wasn’t picking up.

Fortunately she had anticipated this, there was a half-hour allowance in her schedule. Instead of bombarding the brunette with several missed calls, she opted to walk towards what looked like the waiting area where children were fetched. She took a moment to look around, noticing that the school grounds had an abundance of trees—much like the rest of Blytonbury and the campus of LNU. The morning classes were dismissed and children ran about. A few of them began to notice her special baggage, and one little girl ran up to her and nearly hugged her legs.

She had hazel eyes, and big, goofy grin. “You’re so pretty!”

Diana blinked. “Thank you.”

“Is that a cat?”

“Yes.” She lowered the bag a little, appreciating the wonder in the little girl’s voice. “But I can’t let you pet him yet, I’m afraid. He still bites.”

“But I—”

The little girl was cut-off by the sounded children cheering. Diana followed her line of sight and saw…

Akko.

She was playing music. And laughing. But more than that—everyone around her was smiling just as bright. Children sang while they danced in a circle around her, clapping their hands to the beat of what sounded like a ridiculously complicated rendition of the ABCs on the violin. The pace was quick while she played a progression of eight and sixteenth notes. The feel of the song was less classical and more like an upbeat Celtic dance.

And dance they did. Laughing, and clapping, and bouncing around in mirth without a care in the world.

Akko played with such joy and passion that Diana could feel the warmth from several meters away. She kept still—already forgetting her earlier dismay on being behind schedule—and simply watched.

“Do you know her?” The little girl with hazel eyes asked in a small voice.

Diana nodded, smiling to herself while trying to wrap her head around the conundrum that was Atsuko Kagari—who had red eyes, who tripped over nothing and scraped her knee, who could barely make it to her classes on time and yet could bewitch a crowd with a smile and a bit of music.

“She’s…”  

Even Toby looked he was watching.

“…my friend.”

 -

end chapter

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A/N: Hello everyone! Hope you're doing well, stayin' safe and staying home. So anyway here's another chapter and admittedly I only have a very rough outline of where I want this story to be and well... I like writing one shots because I'm REALLY bad at plotting out longer stuff like seriously, when I started this, I thought it would be 5 chapters long at most and yet here's chapter 5.

So I've decided to just go with it and take the time to explore and narrate the relationships/interactions I've got in my head AND I don't know anything about taking care of cats I AM SORRY IT PROBABLY SHOWS

Hope you're enjoying it so far! (AND I still owe Diana a happy birthday fic that may or may not involve feet due to some shenaginas I've seen on tumblr which I don't know if are jokes or not)

[iapetusneume]

[CW: mention of emotional abuse]

God, I am so fucking done with this house.

We had contacted our landlord multiple times about various issues. They dragged their feet, and are now saying that damage done is our fault (minus the roof). They're trying to get us to pay $350 for repairs, saying that our security deposit doesn't cover that.

While cleaning, I found a bunch of other terrible surprises that our roommates left us. I feel like we are constantly uncovering more bullshit. I want it to be over with.

And the maintenance man was super nice while he was here but apparently told our landlord about the condition of the house and I'm like ".....!!! I told you?!"

And they're asking why it isn't in better shape and I'm like "...i don't know what you want me to do when you won't pick up the damn phone."

And, like, some things aren't well-organized, but is it really the landlord's business? Especially when its not affecting the house?

Like, the maintenance man said there was car shit all over the floor, and there never was. Ever. We have litterboxes and the trash cans are outside our house and sometimes have kitty litter in it. We even scooped all the litter an extra time right before he came. I don't know what he's going on about.

And it took a few weeks to have him come back and finish the job. I'm still mad and tired and I know plenty of other people might try to confront him... but God. I'm so fucking tired. I don't want to explain things anymore. I don't want to constantly rehash my trauma and also talk about my mental illness and Armony and Navona's chronic pain problems. Or the fact that we're in a goddamn pandemic and we should all be cutting ourselves a bit of slack.

But this bullshit is Here and I need to deal with it and I can't put it off, and I'm so fucking weary.

I see so many posts about crawling out of a depression and the incremental work needed to make things right again. I see these posts trying to remind us to be kind to ourselves. I try to find celebration in doing the hard work, even when it doesn't look like a lot and it feels like it is. And I see those posts about the pandemic reminding us that the most important thing to do is to survive, and to not put unnecessary strain on ourselves.

Ever since the black mold in the one apartment complex we've been in, I've been on apartment hunting alert. The last house and the current house were supposed to be temporary. We weren't supposed to be here so long. I hate constantly looking for apartments. I want to stop, and actually focus on living again.

Or, because of the pandemic, at least surviving.

I wouldn't wish this hell on anyone. Its terrible. I want to put this grossness behind me and move on.

[this-lioness]

Feeling a little overwhelmed.

The kitchen cabinet doors still need to be done.  This is taking a lot of time because they have to dry pretty thoroughly between each coat, and each one needs 3 coats + a light touch-up.  Then we still have to do the edges. This is not helped by the fact that Marc didn’t sand the primer coat before he started painting the first side (which was supposed to be the “front” of the doors), meaning that with each coat of paint on top all the goopy drips and imperfections became more and more obvious.  So now I’m going super slow on the other side so that it will be nice enough to be the display side.  I’m not mad I’m just disappointed.

We have a gala coming up in two weeks, and I still haven’t sat down to design / paint the mask I’m supposed to use, nor put together any of the little details. We are doing a 5k in a couple more weeks that we are only now starting to “train” for.  I’m less stressed about this than it sounds, but it’s still frustrating.

Both of my parents have birthdays coming up, and an anniversary.  And my stepfather really wants to get back out to the lake in time to see the colors in what he personally considers “prime time”, and I don’t know what the fuck he’s really looking for, because yesterday everything looked beautiful to me? And if I take him too soon he’s going to be disappointed, but if I take him too late he’s also going to be disappointed, and my mother is just 100% disappointed with everything 100% of the time.

Marc asked me about five times what I was planning on doing for my Halloween costume until I was finally like, “I’m just going to wear the “candy witch” costume I have up in the closet.  And I think he’s disappointed, because he loves Halloween (so do I!) but I just do not have the bandwidth to come up with and assemble a costume this year, just to stand around and hand out candy to kids, and also it’s going to rain on Halloween. I sense he’s disappointed that I’m not as “into it” as in previous years.

I am excited for the holidays, but can I just express how much I hate the huge pile of empty decor boxes that sits behind the couch for 3+ months until they’re all over?  I fucking hate living around the clutter of holiday decorations PLUS the clutter of the boxes that the decorations are stored in.

We also still haven’t done the photo for our Christmas card this year, and we need to get on that SOON.  Not only does the photo need to be staged, but we need to be sure we have our outfits, and then there is a LOT of digital editing that needs to be done afterwards.  Like a good couple hours, at least.

I also have 4+ design commissions that I haven’t even STARTED on!  And I’m running out of things to tell these people that aren’t, “I PHYSICALLY CANNOT.”

Oh hi, Thanksgiving is also coming up.  His Mom will be coming over the night before, and my mother is pretty much only able to eat liquids and gruel, and then afterwards we like to be “those people” and go out for Black Friday.  I NEED to have the kitchen done before all this.

Because the kitchen and dining room is complete fucking disarray I have not been able to clean the house!  And a messy house is a huge, huge stressor for me.  I was going to try to do laundry yesterday, but the guy was doing the furnace, and so clearly I couldn’t occupy the same space. I am thinking of skipping the gym tonight just so I can put a dent in the huge pile that is accumulating in the bedroom.

Marc has not paired socks in like three weeks?  Despite the fact that he knows this must be done regularly, like every time I do the laundry? But it just keeps piling up and piling up and piling up, and no matter how many times I’m like, “SOCKS????”, he’s just like, “Well, I didn’t know where you put them!” (1. They are in the same place they always are and even if they weren’t   2. You could ask) or the excuse is, “I didn’t know they needed to be done, you should have put them where I can see them? (1.  You are a grown ass man who wears socks EVERY SINGLE DAY AND WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR ALMOST FOURTEEN YEARS. YOU ARE FULLY AWARE THAT SOCKS MUST BE PAIRED AND THAT IT IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY.   2. Last time I put the overflowing box of unpaired socks immediately onto your side of the bed, and you MOVED IT TO THE FLOOR AND BLISSFULLY CONTINUED LIVING A LIFE OF UNPAIRED SOCKS.)

We also have THREE events coming up: an author expo, a Christmas craft fair, and A SECOND Christmas craft fair.  The summer fair at the cemetery was SO GREAT because people bought a ton of stuff, but this means that I need to rebuild my inventory.  And “rebuilding my inventory” isn’t just hopping online and buying shit!  I need to design it, and craft it, and then finish it, and do I have enough materials on hand to do it all?

The garden still has not been put to bed for the year, and I don’t know when the hell we’re going to have the perfect combination of time and weather!

Also, I still have two fucking bags of clothes that I need to stage and photograph so I can post it online!

And I haven’t even S T A R T E D photographing my own jewelry to create an online store!  Nor do I have any idea when I’m going to have the time to do it!

Also, I would like to be able to draw and paint!

Also, I was supposed to write 10k words in September, and I didn’t fucking write ANY, because how??? Even if I can work up the momentum to finish this goddamned book, when the fuck am I supposed to do it?

And Rosie is getting fixed at the end of this month, and Bones needs to go back to the vet for bloodwork next month to make sure his kidneys aren’t failing and he hasn’t lost any more weight.

So yesterday, on the way home from the gym, when I’m like, “I cancelled the second Christmas fair, the one at the school. It’s just too much for me,” and he’s like, “It’s too much? Are you kidding?”

And I swear to God... I swear to God I would take a bullet for this man, I would literally murder people for this man, and he has my whole heart, but I may have never wanted to fucking strangle him so much as I did right then.

JESUS EFFING CHRIST DUDE.  Y’know, I would also like to spend twenty minutes twice a day sitting on the toilet and browsing my phone.  I would really also like to check myself out of all responsibilities every time there’s a football game on TV that I want to watch.  It would be really great to never have to fucking think about HOW EVERYTHING IN OUR LIFE OPERATES ON TIME AND WITHIN BUDGET AND HOW LITERALLY EVERYTHING GETS DONE, except I CAN’T DO THAT.  Last night when we were supposed to be “relaxing” in bed, I sat there sorting through mail so that everything would get paid / done on time, while you sat there scrolling away on your STUPID PHONE THAT I HATE SO MUCH.

He has a bare minimum of responsibilities:

1.  Take the garbage bins to the curb and back again.

2.  Feed the cats (I occasionally help with this)

3.  Do the afternoon litterbox scoop (this frequently gets “forgotten”)

4.  Load / unload the dishwasher, hand-wash anything that cannot go in the machine (this maybe gets done once a week, it frequently goes until the sink is so filled with shit that I cannot prepare meals)

5.  Take the trash out to the bins (this has been known to sit WAY LONGER than it should)

6.  Clean the bathrooms (There are 3 -- 2 full and 1 half. One of the full baths does not need to be regularly cleaned because it’s only there to hold litter boxes, we don’t actually use it.  That leaves 1 full bath and 1 half bath, the latter of which is STRICTLY HIS.)  The bathrooms are cleaned maybe once a month.

7.  Clean the floors (vacuum and mop).  This ONLY gets done when guests are coming over, or when I complain that the floors are disgusting and they REALLY need to get done.  Half the time he will vacuum (and not thoroughly), and then say, “I’m going to hold off on mopping until right before X gets here, that way they’ll be fresh and clean”, and then will conveniently forget to mop at all.

It’s not as if he’s not aware.  We have talked about this.  He FREQUENTLY AND WITH HEARTFELT SELF-DEPRECATION will confess that he is terrible about keeping up the house, and promise that he will get better, and it takes everything in my power to say, “No you won’t. Can I just stop pretending that I believe you when you say that, because you clearly do not actually mean it or, if you do, you have no intention of putting forth the physical and mental ambition to follow through.”

And you know what? I DON’T CARE!  I love my house and I love taking care of it.  I married him knowing these things about him, and he is such a good partner otherwise that I was willing to overlook it, and we laugh about it most of the time and it’s fine. It’s actually fine!  I’m not just saying that!

What gets me -- what borderline made me want to murder him -- was the incredulous, “Really? The second craft fair is too much?” last night, and I think the dark depths of my silence afterwards must have clued him into the fact that he had been a Dumbass Supreme, and he spent a good 20 minutes reminding me how awesome I am.

Yes. Yes, I know I’m fucking awesome.  Sometimes I just want you to be a little fucking awesome too. PLEASE.

[fly-pow-bye]

Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “Cat Burglar”

Written by: Haley Mancini

Written & Storyboarded by: Benjamin P. Carow, Caitlin Vanarsdale

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

Does it belong in the litterbox?

Our episode begins with this cat-like villain wandering around Townsville, ending up at the Old Townsville History Museum, clearly with the intent to steal its most precious item: a pickle-shaped key. As soon as this thief makes a cat shaped hole in the glass protecting it, far too small for the key to fit through, an alarm sounds.

A second later. I would question, but they do explain it later. Unfortunately, the Cat Burglar decides not to heed Blossom's advice and leaves with the key as soon as Blossom and Bubbles open their eyes. Blossom theorizes the villain was just too fast.

As soon as she says that, Buttercup, being mysteriously absent when the Cat Burglar was on screen, quickly enters the scene. She bashes into a wall, asks where the bad guy is at, and kicks a statue of Townsville's 1st Horse. At least that gets a label. It's almost like she got interrupted from something important, like stealing a giant pickle key, but that can't possibly be it.

The next day, Bob LaGrange and Nick LaNobodyKnows report on the cat burglar, who has been stealing precious things all around Townsville. In unrelated news, even they say, they talk about how this rare Fabergé egg sandwich is being shown off at the Gemnasium, talking about how priceless it is. There's a joke there that may have been intended; it's clear that the newscasters are just begging for it to get stolen so they have something to report tomorrow.

That's just not enough for this scene, as Bob ends this newscast with a joke about how he hopes that burglar will skip breakfast. Nick then complains that Bob stole his joke, and tells Bob that he's going to get it. At most, this fills up a minute they probably couldn't fill otherwise.

Blossom and Bubbles are angered by this news for different reasons, reminding us that they are separate characters with separate opinions. Blossom is angry that they got away, while Bubbles is angry that they are defiling the good name of kitties everywhere. The Powerpuff Girls know not to just assume it's a boy thief or a girl thief, and use the singular "they".

They do get distracted by that Fabergé egg sandwich, long enough to not pay Buttercup any mind when she suspiciously tells the girls she needs to go to the bathroom. A few seconds after Buttercup leaves, they get a call from the Mayor.

Turns out, the burglar does know the importance of the first meal of the day, and has stolen the egg sandwich before the Puffs could even show up this time. The Mayor is sad about this egg sandwich, bu he doesn't even mention that pickle key. Why even make the first item stolen a pickle key if you're not going to do anything with its obvious association?

While the Cat Burglar did cut the lights, and the alarm if their lack of mention of it says anything, the Mayor only knows what he heard: "later, dude" in a gravelly and yet girlish voice. Not girly enough for him to not call the thief a "he"; I guess The Mayor is too old fashioned for the singular they. Bubbles reacts, because she's the only person in the entire world that calls people dudes.

Blossom and Bubbles get a notification that the Townsville Mint's alarm is going off. At least that explains how the Powerpuff Girls were able to know immediately when the pickle key was getting stolen, though it doesn't help that this notification uses the ringtone. I almost thought the Mayor was calling them somehow.

At the Townsville Mint, they finally catch the Cat Burglar in the act, and the Cat Burglar immediately attacks. This is where we get our big fight scene between the two Puffs and this Cat Burglar. This person can beat up the Powerpuff Girls, even Bubbles' aura powers succumbs to the almighty might of a cat scratch.

As outright violence didn't help, Blossom decides to use her wit. She uses her eye lasers to laser a giant coin, letting it fall and hit the burglar right on the head.

Cat Burglar: You're going to need more than a few cents to stop me!

Blossom and Bubbles: Huh?

Were they going huh at how the burglar managed to survive, or did they not understand that sense and cents pun? Bubbles says that burglar sure sounded like Buttercup, but Blossom responded that it wouldn't make any...sense. See, there was a point to that joke.

We fade cut to the Powerpuff home, where Buttercup mysteriously has an ice pack over her head. She claims that she was body slamming some tractors, because she's the tomboy and that means she has to do man man man things. Blossom and Bubbles look at each other, not believing Buttercup at all, knowing fully well who the culprit has to be.

In a secret bedroom meeting away from Buttercup, they talk about how it is clearly Buttercup. Really, the only real things against Buttercup being the culprit is that we never see the Cat Burglar fly, and that the cat burglar has claws, implying fingers. The Powerpuff Girls don't walk and don't suddenly grow fingers...in this episode, anyway.

Bubbles ends up thinking it isn't Buttercup, but not for any sensible reason. Bubbles, telling Blossom not to laugh, says she thinks it was a piece of cheesecake. Blossom laughs at this, but I wouldn't have reacted with laughter. I would be worried about Bubbles' mental well-being. Bubbles was outright saying it sounded just like Buttercup a few scenes ago, a few scenes before that, and even a few scenes after this, so this gag doesn't even fit in. I guess they just needed a "oh, that silly blonde" joke.

But enough about trying to put in logic in Bubbles-related gags, we got more gags to fill this episode with. They get a call from the Mayor, who hired this bounty hunter to do a lookout for the cat burglar. He then cartwheels out of a window, screaming in pain.

Yes, this could be considered another “time-wasting” gag, but at least it's quick, fitting of this episode, and actually sort of funny. I can see the humor in this guy incompetently trying to spot this thief, and getting hurt along the way. Sadly, this is the only time it appears, as they decided to focus on what they thought were much better jokes...

...like this joke where Bob and Nick get angry at each other again for what feels like another minute! There's a minor payoff where Bob and Nick end up getting into a fist fight leading to. Oh yeah, and that Gemnasium is getting a pearl onion casserole. At least their food/jewel pun jokes are as good as they could be.

That night, they go undercover to see what’s really going on at the Gemnasium. Blossom even came up with a secret identity: she's Palomar Rodriguez, a shipping manufacturer that wants to know the price of lumber. Bubbles only came up with "I have a mustache" in a funny accent. They could have just as easily just hid behind the bench, but this scene does do its job in filling even more time.

They also bring up that cheesecake again, as Bubbles points towards a piece of it that happened to be in the garbage. At least it is where it belongs.

She's at a soup kitchen that happened to be behind the Gemnasium. Not only is Buttercup not the thief, but she's the exact opposite of a thief; she's a giving person, giving soup to the homeless. She even bumps her head on the pans.

Bubbles wonders why Buttercup and the Cat Burglar are never seen together, or who or what the Cat Burglar really could be. Such logic coming from the person who thought cheesecake was the true evil of this episode; it really shows how out of place that gag is.

Even though they see the Cat Burglar go into this indeterminate factory and how they did it, they decide to burst through the walls anyway. I'm not complaining, at least it's more confirmation they can still do that without breaking their bones! Saying "not so fast", bursting through the walls, this is already more Powerpuff Girls than a lot of reboot episodes are.

They corner the Cat Burglar, who cannot be Buttercup, and the burglar decides to reveal themselves. Or, as it turns out...HIMself!

Oh, I wish.

...well, no, I don't...

...but it would have made more sense than Pug-Faced Pauly. I would not be surprised if they came up with a plot where Blossom and Bubbles suspect Buttercup is a criminal long before they decided who the real culprit should be.

He even spends the time explaining how Pug-Faced Paulie managed to steal Buttercup's only apparent defining trait: he hung out with a bunch of surfers! The one thing they didn't explain is how he can easily defeat the Powerpuff Girls without his Chompers, but I think three seasons of Anything Punch Girls Down already did.

Pug-Faced Pauly: ...and hang 10! Hang 10 for good!

Yeah, good luck trying to hang someone who can fly, Pauly. At least, I think that's what you are implying. The Powerpuff Girls surrounded by his gang, and we are left to wonder if the Powerpuff Girls would be beaten up by this gang of dogs. Before Pauly could give us the answer, he's interrupted by a brand new set of characters.

That's because these cats show up. We get to meet Pauly's arch-nemesis-that-we-will-never-see-outside-of-this-episode, Bella Bengal Bobtail and her gang, Da Cats. They're angry because they heard about this plan to give cats a bad name, giving a little more weight to why it's Pauly instead of, say, The Caped Cheesecake Curmudgeon.

I like how they have detailed drawings of each of the members, just like Pug-Faced Paulie did in his first appearance. There’s a lot of variety, with plenty of potential jokes they could do with them. They could have been in an interesting episode on their own, but we only have two minutes left.

They get into a big slideshow psychedelic fight scene. The Powerpuff Girls decide not to get involved, and...that's it, really. While it is implied that the cats are winning, we never really see a conclusion to this fight. It just seems to go on off-screen while the Powerpuff Girls just sit and watch.

Buttercup eventually shows up, also bursts through the wall. Blossom and Bubbles tries to get Buttercup to spill the beans, but she makes up yet another story. They end up deciding that it isn't that important to know why Buttercup thinks it's so horrible to let people know she helps the needy.

The Mayor suddenly shows up, also knowing exactly where the Powerpuff Girls were, to show off that he figured out who the real culprit is. I'll give you a hint: it's not apple pie!

Does the title fit?

Name of a character episode that happens to be a pun on an actual term, which is better than a normal name of a character episode.

How does it stack up?

I wouldn't call this a bad episode, but not an episode I would want to watch again. The jewel food puns are at least actual jokes, and they did put some effort to the cat counterpart to Pauly's gang. It's too bad there's really only 5 minutes of actual plot here, with everything else focusing on jokes that aren't really that funny. This cat burglar coughed up a hairball, but at least it's not puke.

Next, one of the Gorillaz makes a guest appearance! I hope it's Noodle!

← The Spoon ☆ Hustlecup →

[silenthillmutual]

okay. warning for negative bc this is kind of a vent post?

so. i’m still working on unlearning a lot of things that i had kinda drilled into my head with my mom that i did not realize were bad until recently? or things that i could not easily voice were having negative effects on me until recently. and i’m kind of thinking about how my mom is very. hhhhhhhh.

my mom does not have a life outside of work. and not like, “oh she’s very dedicated to her career” sort of way. but like, she does not believe in taking time off. and i think in the way our capitalist environment functions that always comes off sounding very admirable. it’s not. 

because what that equates to is like, she works to avoid other things in her life. she says that she can’t afford to take a break or any time to herself and my best friend and i had told her repeatedly that if she really wants a relationship she is going to have to take time to devote to that which means working less if only by a little bit! and that i have told her that she should take time to herself to relax whether she had a relationship or not because it’s not healthy to obsess over work the way that she does.

and. i guess she does a bit now. i saw recently on her fb that she went to colonial beach w her boyfriend and like. good for her. but that doesn’t erase that she is constantly harping on me, even from a distance, to do like. everything all in one day. and that i should be working 40+ hours a week and that if i don’t do that, that i’m lazy.

like my mom’s version of workaholism is to view herself as the rule and not the exception, which i can see in certain contexts how that translates into “oh so she’s not full of herself” but it’s actually really the opposite! because i think it takes a special brand of narcissism to assume that everyone is and should be exactly like you and that if they are not they are failing and that is their own fault. 

so, my mom has fibro, like on top of all of that and i wonder if she’d feel better if she didn’t constantly push herself into working all the time. and the truth is that she’ll look at any time i spend online regardless of what i’m doing (bc she doesn’t ever care what i’m actually doing on there, to her it’s all the same) as time wasted and an addiction to the internet. and she thinks that everyone else w fibro or w any chronic or mental illness can work exactly as much as she can because if they do anything less they’re being lazy.

and i think you can kinda see why it’s an issue for a licensed therapist to think or feel that way.

so like. i have never pursued any job that says it’s part time, under $10 an hour that wants me to work 39 hours a week (one hour from full time in the commonwealth of va), no benefits, 8 hours every day, retail, with a massive list of responsibilities. because i know that i can’t handle doing 8+ hours which is how much it’ll wind up being if they want me to open/close (taking into consideration traffic and people who just will not fucking leave), like i had to struggle to work 8 hours at a job i actually LIKED without thinking of working at fucking target or some shit for 8+ hours a day. i can’t do it. between the anxiety and the autism that sounds like something that will make me absolutely want to die and i know this because i tried that at party city for three days and came home in tears every single day and my feet hurt so bad i couldn’t move.

and my mom’s response to that was like. just deal with it! just push through it! you have to! 

you’d think a therapist with a chronic illness would be more compassionate than that. 

but my mom’s whole life is focused on work and i don’t even think it’s because she just loves her job that much. she just refuses to do anything outside of it. she has a dog and a cat (MY cat I adopted her she is under MY legal name and that dog is basically my dog, he was my baby) that i was under no circumstances allowed to take with me regardless of where i went or when, but that she does not...enjoy. at all. she is constantly bitching about the pets and she bought an automatic feeder and self-scooping litterbox and hired pet sitters not for the occasional trip out to her boyfriend’s but for like a regular thing because she is at home as little as possible. every single second that she can spend at work she will.

and she hated that i didn’t spend 6-8 hours at work (more counting traffic) and then want to spend all of my free time looking for a second or different job and cleaning the house and cooking all the meals and running all the errands and taking care of the pets. with no help.

and that’s part of what i mean about her working to get out of having to do other things. because she also works so much so that she can get out of eating. like. ever. her body image issues are so fucked up that she will eat one meal a day and be like “ugh i’m such a pig i’m so fat i should stop eating maybe then i’ll lose weight”. and then she’ll deny that she he has an unhealthy relationship to food and claim she just “doesn’t have time to eat” even though she apparently has time to bitch at me over facebook or henpeck her boyfriend and read 8 different versions of her horoscope in an hour + longer breaks

like i’m sorry but if i could eat in 30 minutes with my coworker calling me to panic on the other end bc everyone decides to come into the library at the same fucking time then i think maybe. just maybe. you can eat a goddamn granola bar in 2+ hours while sitting at your desk instead of saying “i should be writing notes” and not actually writing your fucking notes!

what really kinda. bothers me all about it. like in addition to all this super unhealthy stuff that makes her occupation as a therapist hypocritical as hell is how she criticizes me for doing the exact shit that she does.

by which i mean. holding other people to my standards.

i’ve worked a lot at not being judgmental of other people and challenging my own notions of what is right and acceptable when i find myself judging other people. it’s really hard. i think it’s connected a lot to being autistic and the kind of biases that we’re all brought up into and it’s why travelling and secondary education are really important, not even just because of learning aspect (although liberal arts forcing you to take classes outside of your comfort zone. i think helps a lot in this too) but because meeting people from all different kinds of backgrounds makes you look at things from different angles you wouldn’t have otherwise, because if you never leave you never broaden your horizons. 

so when there are still standards that i hold people to it’s. i try to just hold people to ���not being a total asshole to everyone around you” as a relatively basic standard that i don’t think should be controversial? but even when i voice that opinion - like, literally, i went to richmond cc with two friends and when i got back i was telling my mom about this guy who was very loudly, specifically so that i could hear his unsolicited opinion of my cosplay, talking about how bad/boring jojo was because he knew i was dressed as someone from jojo and he wanted me and everyone else around him to know his opinion of jojo, then went and started mocking his friend for wanting to buy a gba instead of a gameboy sp bc his friend and i both saw the mother 1+2 and mother 3 cartridges and was just being an asshole! again! and i was just complaining to her after the fact about this guy being a dick and my mom’s response, not even like an “i don’t get it but i’m sorry” first was just

“well maybe he’s autistic”

and! i’m sorry! but that! doesn’t fuckign fly with me! i said “so am i that doesn’t mean i go around being an asshole to everyone at con” 

and she was like “well maybe he’s not as high-functioning as you you can’t hold everyone to your standards”

NO! NO MAYBE HE WAS BEING AN ASSHOLE BECAUSE HE’S CIS WHITE GUY AND THINKS EVERYONE NEEDS TO KNOW HIS OPINIONS! do you know how many fucking people go to con are autistic????? a whole shit ton of us! do you know how many poc, trans, nb, not-straight people loudly voice their opinions to make the people around them including their friends feel like shit? NONE OF THEM! NONE OF THEM! NONE OF THEM! ONLY THE CISHET WHITE GUYS WHO THINK THEY’RE TOO GOOD FOR COSPLAY FUCKING DO THAT!

and it’s so irritating! like i’m not allowed to talk about my autism EVER and even when my standards are REALLY FUCKIGN LOW i’m being too judgmental of others but she’s allowed to talk about how everyone who doesn’t work 40+ hours every week and starve themselves is fucking?? lazy????

unreal. un fuckign believable.

[commander-yinello]

JuminZen Week Day 2 - Cats & Dogs

@juminzenweek Based on something that actually happened to me in real life... confusing my friend’s cat for something else jlsdkdslkjdkj xD I hope you enjoy! More under the cut <3

Cool raindrops hit his face as he exited the theater. Zen pulled his jacket up to shield his neck and mentally prepared himself for walking through the rain when something in the corner of his eye seemed to move. Turning his head, he saw the alley beside the building, littered with empty bottles, plastic bags, torn up fliers and a small cardboard box. It was nothing unusual.

Except the box moved.

Zen walked over to it and very carefully opened the flaps, desperately hoping it was just a trick of his imagination and not a huge angry rat that would bite his face off. What he saw instead, he almost thought it was a rat at first, was a wrinkled, completely furless, small animal staring up at him with big dark eyes. Its ears, too large for such a tiny head, were poised stiff and made Zen think of a dog. It backed away into a corner, scared of the giant human looming over it.

“Hello little one, why are you out here?”

There was a dirty blanket in the box, making Zen suspect someone had put this animal here. When its body shivered from what had to be both fear and the cold, Zen’s heart broke.

“You sure aren’t the prettiest puppy, are you? But that doesn’t mean you should be out here.”

Zen took off his scarf and placed it in the box, hoping it could warm up the poor thing. With no effort, he picked the box up, the puppy weighing nothing. While heading home, he noticed how the puppy started to shiver less but never stopped staring.

***

Tuesday, 20:21 - Jumin Han, Yoosung★, Jaehee Kang, 707

- ZEN has entered the chatroom -

Jaehee Kang: Hello Zen ^_^

Yoosung★: Hi Zen!

707: Actor man! ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

ZEN: Hey all ZEN: What, no hello for me Trust Fund?

Jumin Han: If you insist. Jumin Han: Hello Zen.

ZEN: -.-

707: lolololol

ZEN: Whatever, I don’t have time for your bullshit now

Yoosung★: Oh brb guys, raid pull

ZEN: Guys, I need some advice ZEN: Have any of you ever owned a dog? ZEN: Don’t bother answering Jerkmin

Jumin Han: C&R has a branch that imports dog food.

ZEN: What did I just say

707: Who needs a dog when you got the lovely Elly~! ♥‿♥

Jumin Han: Her name isn’t Elly and I would like to remind you of the restriction order.

707: Ellllyyyyyy ;___;

Jaehee Kang: I can’t imagine owning any pet right now. But a dog? Why do you ask?

ZEN: Thank you for being the only normal one Jaehee ZEN: I found a puppy. I found him in the alley next to my theater in a box

707: :0

Jaehee Kang: In a box? :o In this weather?

ZEN: Yeah, ikr? Some people are heartless. Dumping a puppy in the rain?

707: D=

ZEN: I brought him inside

Jaehee Kang: That’s Zen’s kindness <3

707: Say the word and I will try to track the asshole down, Zen

Jumin Han: It’s good that you did that, but make sure you have food for it as well as a towel. Jumin Han: Assistant Kang, look up the nearest shelter for dogs.

ZEN: Obviously I already did all that, you jerk! D:<< ZEN: What I wanted to ask is if anyone knows about dog illnesses, because of the fact the puppy looks strange, I’m worried

Jaehee Kang: Strange how?

ZEN: He seems to be missing his fur? Like all of it? And he doesn’t seem to like the food I set out for him. I’m scared he’s very sick, maybe that’s why he got dumped ZEN: He looks like a wrinkled shirt tbh ZEN: I guugled a bit and maybe he has mange? But I’m not sure cuz Guugle images seem different ZEN: He’s really sweet though, he won’t stop climbing on my lap and making these odd rhythmic sounds

Jumin Han: …Like a motorboat?

ZEN: Yeah, kinda. How did you guess?

Jaehee Kang: Maybe Yoosung might know. Do you have a photo?

ZEN: Of course I had to make a selfie with me and Adonis

707: Pfff Adonis, really

ZEN: Of course, he’s just as handsome as me~

ZEN: <IMG309094888>

ZEN: Two lost souls, beautiful yet abandoned, finding each other~~~~ ZEN: The apartment is small but I think I might keep him.

707: …

Jaehee Kang: Err Jaehee Kang: Zen

707: SJDDSKKDJSDSJKSDKSDJJKSDKJSD

ZEN: ???

Yoosung★: Back! Yoosung★: Oh Zen, you adopted a Sphynx! I didn’t expect that of you

ZEN: A what

707: LOOOOOOOOL 707: A CAT 707: ZEN ADOPTED A CAT 707: AND HE THINKS IT IS A DOG

ZEN: Stop making bad jokes Luciel!

Jaehee Kang: Seven is right, Zen. Jaehee Kang: That is a cat.

ZEN: But… the lack of fur?

Yoosung★: Sphynx cats are a completely furless species!

ZEN: But….. I didn’t sneeze or anything!

Yoosung★: Yeah, they can’t shed hair, so your allergies don’t react as heavily

Jumin Han: Sphynx cats are a unique breed, you are quite lucky to have found one. Jumin Han: Whoever abandoned him is truly a monster.

ZEN: …I can’t believe this

707: LMAOOOOOOOOOO 707: I’m screenshotting this chatroom

Yoosung★: How did you not know it’s a cat???

ZEN: I never owned a dog or a cat, okay?! ZEN: I’m used to cats being these fluffy balls that force me to sneeze ZEN: Ugh my nose just started to itch!

Jumin Han: Zen, make sure Adonis get frequent baths, either twice or once a month depending on how active he is. Jumin Han: Make sure to take proper care of his eyes and ears, because of his lack of hair. Jumin Han: Also keep him warm, always indoors - you can clothe him during cold seasons. Jumin Han: I will message you this comprehensive guide.

Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han, I didn’t know you knew so much about Sphynx cats.

Jumin Han: I have researched and categorized every known breed of cat in my personal library.

Jaehee: Kang: Of course. What was I thinking.

ZEN: I

Jumin Han: Cat food ideally with 35% protein and 25% fat. I recommend the brand NutriKitty

ZEN: !! ZEN: What does it matter what kind of cat food when the stores are closed, dumbass!

Yoosung★: I would use the cardboard box as temporary kitty litter box Zen, just throw some dirt in it Yoosung★: As for food…

Jumin Han: There is no need to worry about any of that. Jumin Han: I am on my way with a litterbox, the appropriate cat food, clothes and toys. Jumin Han: Please open the door in 2 minutes and 11 seconds, Zen.

ZEN: WHAT

Yoosung★: Wow Jumin doesn’t waste time Yoosung★: He has a spare litter box?

Jaehee Kang: There’s 2 alone in my house and 1 in my office =__=

707: Jumin, I want one!!

Jumin Han: You can buy your own. Also, restraining order. Jumin Han: 1 minute and 20 seconds.

ZEN: Damn it Trust Fund!!! Are you for real right now?!

Yoosung★: But Jumin, you don’t live that close to Zen right?

Jumin Han: I suspected Zen was in possession of one of the world’s most marvelous creatures and told Driver Kim to start the car.

ZEN: I have a right mind not to let you in

Jumin Han: Zen, prepare to open the door in 30 seconds.

ZEN: STOP IGNORING WHAT I’M SAYING

Jaehee Kang: Good luck Zen ;;;;

707: hmmm if Jumin is away from Elly (¬‿¬)

Yoosung★: You are never going to get past the bodyguards lol

707: they say you can’t win if you don’t try~!

Jaehee Kang: oml Jaehee Kang: Don’t bother, she’s with me right now. Jaehee Kang: Tempting as it is to let you take her, I won’t put my job at risk.

707: \(!!˚☐˚)/ 707: ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡

Yoosung★: lmao

***

Exactly as 30 seconds passed, Zen’s doorbell rang. The actor groaned and gently pushed Adonis off his lap, who stared at him and the door with wide eyes from the couch, large ears perked up. Zen couldn’t help but smile at the adorable thing while he headed to the front door.

Opening it a large, heavy bag of kitty litter was shoved right into his arms.

“Put that somewhere where you would like the litterbox to be,” Jumin instantly ordered him, holding the plastic litterbox in one hand and a fancy shopping bag in the other. Zen thought that had the be the fanciest and shiniest brand name he ever saw on a bag.

“Jesus, Jumin! You can’t just drop by and barge in whenever you feel like!” Zen said, standing aside as Jumin ‘barged in’ by walking through Zen’s open door.

After the stoic businessman placed the litterbox on the ground, he put the bag on the kitchen table and started taking out cans and what looked like tiny sweaters and hats. “You said you needed help. I’m here to help.”

“Advice! I wanted advice!” Zen huffed, dropping the heavy litter on the floor with a ‘thunk’. Someone passed by giving him a curious glance, and he quickly closed the door.

“You admitted yourself the stores are closed. A litterbox and food are basic needs for a cat, Zen. At least accept them for the night.”

Zen fell quiet at that. Just as Jumin was done filling his entire table with all kinds of cat things that made Zen’s nose tingle, the businessman was suddenly distracted by a hairless kitten carefully staring at them, hiding as much of his body behind a pillow. Adonis must have gotten scared from all the yelling, Zen realized, and felt guilty.

“Is that him?” Jumin asked in awe and already strode to the couch. The kitten fell on his side, startled by the new presence, but upon Jumin offering his hand the cat’s childish curiosity won

Zen swore he saw a smile on Jumin’s face as Adonis sniffed his fingertips. “You’re right, he is quite handsome.”

“Of course he is,” Zen boasted. While Jumin was busy winning over Adonis’ heart, the actor grabbed the bowl on the floor with barely touched dog kibble. Soon it was replaced with Jumin’s overpriced kitty food and he set it near the couch on the floor.

The reaction was instantaneous, Adonis forgot everyone and everything around him, jumping down to shove his face into the bowl, devouring the food.

Zen sighed. “Thanks Jumin, he must have been starving.”

Sitting on the couch, Jumin watched the kitten eat. “He looks healthy. You have a vet visit planned?”

“Of course. What do you take me for?”

Only the tiny sounds of munching filled the air. Jumin kept staring intently at the tiny creature, and Zen’s irritation slowly dissolved. Somehow, he felt the urge to sit next to Jumin and waved the bizarre feeling away. Right after, seeing his newly discovered cat brought about more worrisome thoughts.

“Jumin… I was thinking. Maybe you should adopt him.”

Jumin straightened his back to look at Zen. “You said you wanted to keep him.”

“I considered it, but I know less about cats than dogs. What if I end up hurting him?” Cat or not, Zen couldn’t handle the idea of any animal suffering under his care. His heart raced from the thought of it alone. He bit his lip, hating this sudden anxious feeling. “He would be safer with you, we both know it.”

It was then Adonis was done with his meal, having licked every part of the bowl until he was certain there wasn’t a trace of kibble left. Then, he jumped on the couch, sniffing Jumin for a second before climbing on top of the armrest to demand attention from Zen. Zen couldn’t resist petting the little wrinkled baby.

“There is a saying that the pet chooses the owner and not the other way around. He clearly prefers you. He doesn’t trigger your allergies, he’s not going outgrow your apartment, isn’t he perfect for you?” Jumin countered, scratching Adonis on his back, causing the spoiled kitten to throw on his loud motorboat purr.

Zen had expected Jumin to accept instantly, so the actor was at a loss for words. Since when was the cat freak so nice anyway? It flustered him, causing Jumin to chuckle.

It’s almost like… we’re family, Zen thought, and Jumin must have thought the same, for the moment passed and everything suddenly felt awkward. At once, Jumin halted his petting and stood up, brushing off his suit from non-existent fur. “Rest assured that if you do mistreat the cat, I will inform the police in seconds.”

“Wha-“

“And of course, we must arrange playdates for your cat and my Elizabeth.”

In protest, Zen picked up his kitten, Adonis struggling lightly out of confusion and finally resting his paws against Zen’s chest. “What! As if I’d let my kitten anywhere near your furball! Ugh, my nose is itching again!”

Jumin rolled his eyes. “Excuse you, Elizabeth is a very refined and beautiful cat that yours could learn a lot from.

“Adonis is more beautiful than your bag of fleas ever will be!” Any trace Zen ever had of giving his pet away gone, the actor holding his cat possessively against his chest.

Zen saw the future CEO’s lips curl into a small smile before it dropped off again. “She is a queen amongst commoners. Anyone with sense would agree.” Jumin lifted his sleeve, revealing an expensive-looking watch. “I have stayed here far too long. I’m late for my evening appointment.”

Jumin, late for an appointment? Zen wondered if Jumin would risk annoying a client for a cat. Yes, of course he would. Though Zen knew he would have done the same.

“Good, get out you home invader!” Zen said, acting like he was chasing Jumin out while Jumin already opened his door.

“See you soon, Zen.” Jumin waved.

“Oh come on!” Something told Zen he wasn’t going to get out of those playdates.

After Zen shut the door behind the businessman, he sighed - out of relief, he told himself, not because of anything else. Adonis proceeded to climb onto his shoulders and Zen wondered how he could have possibly thought he was a puppy.

Hmpf, of course Jumin thinks his stupid cat is prettier. He knew he should start practicing his lines as normal, but Zen proceeded to snap more selfies of him and Adonis together and posting them in the chatroom for good measure.

***

Wednesday, 8:37 - Yoosung★, Jaehee Kang, 707, MC

MC: What’s this I read about Zen adopting a cat???

Jaehee Kang: It’s a long story

707: An amazing one!!

Yoosung★: You missed the battle of the cat selfies yesterday. Yoosung★: Jumin’s blurry photos didn’t make sense tho o.o;;

707: I have saved every single one for my Cat Tripter account!

Jaehee Kang: Thankfully they stopped.

707: They didn’t, they went over to private messaging lolol

MC: Awww, I wanna see

707: How long do you think before they plan a date?

Jaehee Kang: A… date for their cats?

707: Suuuuure let’s go with that

MC: I bet not long! ;D

Yoosung★: If that’s true, then Jaehee might have to catsit two cats lol

Jaehee Kang: (⊃д⊂)!!! Noooo spare me!!

MC: Don’t worry Jaehee! I will help you! (=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡☆

707: Why does Jaehee get to live the dream and not meeeeee ;___;

Yoosung★: Guys I was joking ;;;;;;

[ghoulstars]

i Sure Would Like to not have to be literally relieved/excited when my mom goes to bed every single night because otherwise i feel constantly tense and at risk of something happening to make my living situation unsafe, again, even if we’ve had a good/normal day

shes back on her fucking bullshit today and she usually confronts me on things that have made her Mad(tm) that ive “done” but today she hasnt said jack shit to me. all i can figure is: shes upset that i didnt get up and help her stain the wood for the porch we’re building where our old shitty side deck was shes upset bc i didnt wash all the dishes ?????????? who fucking knows

heres the kicker though folks: i didnt wash all the dishes because for some reason, since replacing our water heater, when the water from the sink starts getting cold it doesnt gradually get cold, it literally goes from like scalding hot (even thru gloves) to hardly lukewarm and i was only washing dishes for about 20? 30? minutes last night before the water temp fucking plummeted so i couldnt finish. bonus is that there were literally only like 5-7 things left to wash and it was literally just 3 styrofoam cups, one pot and like...2 or 3 forks/spoons. absolutely incredible and worth spitefully giving your daughter the cold shoulder over, am i right folks

and me helping stain was only even a fucking a possibility because she gave me an open ended offer to help her last night and i gave an open ended response. she asked me if i wanted to try to go to bed early enough and she would call me in the morning and just see if i wanted/felt up to come out and help, and i said i would be willing to try and id do my best. so when my manic ass had a manic moment and i slept for 3 hrs from 6 am to 8 and was dying and couldnt pass back out for any reason of course i texted her and told her i couldnt fucking help lmao. my fucked sleep schedule is a result of my Crazy Quirky Wacky Bipolar 2 anyway and like she refuses to help me or sympathize with me abt my mental health so ??? guess ill die?????

i didnt get back to sleep around fucking like 12/1 pm and i noticed that she stopped fucking replying to my texts literally right after i said i couldnt help and then every time she walked past my room, where i was Clearly Awake And On My Phone With My Door Open, she flat out ignored me. wouldnt even spare me a side glance.

and when i woke up at 5 pm today, no matter how late i wake up my mom always comes and wakes me up no matter what, today she walked by my room twice EVEN WHEN IT WAS THAT LATE AND I WAS STILL IN BED without saying jack fucking shit to me, and only came in on her third time walking back by to her sitting room and just blankly went ‘youre not laying here in the dark’, turned on my light, then swiftly left

then before that she’d texted me, after telling me for weeks to just use our limited data even if it runs over bc our wifi cant handle my phone being connected along with all our other devices anymore, that im going to have to use my laptop now bc she isnt paying another 200$ phone bill this month. here’s kicker number 2: after literally outright giving me her food plans for tonight and tomorrow yesterday she also texts me that she didnt cook. just a flat “I didn’t cook”. im so fucking depressed all the time that i physically and mentally cannot handle getting up to find and cook myself my own like ACTUAL MEALS and making food that requires actual cooking is often times out of the fucking question, and shes been not cooking for SEVERAL nights here recently, sometimes days in a row, and with my depression being wholly unacknowledged by her, once again, guess ill fucking perish??? unless i can miraculously find the energy to make chicken fingers or ramen noodles im going to be doing what ive fucking done almost every goddamn night this past month she hasnt cooked which is live off of snack foods and ensure lmao. KICKER NUMBER 3: she promised me that either tonight or tomorrow, bc she has a Big Foobaw Game, she wouldnt cook and would instead get me my alltime favorite chinese food from my alltime favorite chinese restaurant that she knows i love a lot, and regardless of what night her game was, she didnt cook tonight and i LITERALLY heard her say less than an hr ago that she’d be cooking tacos (which she intended to originally cook tonight) tomorrow. that being said, her specifically saying she ‘didnt cook’ today when she promised to get takeout in general at some point this week makes me think tonight was just supposed to be tacos (esp if what i think i can remember serves). and now she hasnt cooked anything at all! and tomorrow its gonna be tacos! :) fucking knowing how she is and how she works and functions with her abusive behavior towards me i would not be surprised and am also partially convinced that for whatever reason she’s all DooDoo Angery at me that shes doing this on fucking purpose to deprive me of the treat she promised out of spite/as some kind of passive aggressive ‘punishment’ HAHAHAHA ECKS DEE SO FUNNY XDDD

the only other time shes acknowledged my fucking worthless existence(tm) today was to pull one of her Iconic “im only saying this really ridiculous shit that ive never said before and we’ve never talked about before, ever, just to take digs at my daughter bc she Displeased Me” moments, where she walked by, almost totally ignored me again but stopped like. like she was gonna just keep walking but caught herself and she ended up like...halfway obscured by my doorway anyway and quickly said to me “i need you to sweep.” and then she went to the bathroom and i hear “and take your (cat) poop out too. litterboxes get done every night.”

we have two litterboxes. never in the history of ever has she said anything to me about they get done Every Night >:( and that has never been an established rule, nor have we ever even spoken about me doing that. i do them every few nights, usually on different days, bc there’s Two Litterboxes. and surprise surprise my depression impedes my ability to keep up with them without her having to tell me to clean them most of the time which pisses her off, except i literally did them 1-3 nights ago and theres no way that they both need cleaning again already and now shes suddenly on her shit like. they get done. every night. in that fucking vaguely militant voice she gets when she’s mad like that and is fucking with me on purpose

but fucking like even regardless of all this other shit, point blank, she is the one who has not expressed any of her annoyances with me today to make her act like this. how can i fucking communicate about the issue when she doesnt TELL ME WHAT HER ISSUE IS and instead opts to mentally and emotionally screw with me for her own satisfaction--and even then!!! she has no right to be this mad with me over not helping with the porch bc SHE left it OPEN ENDED and NONCOMMITTAL, SHE could have easily asked me why there were dishes left (though bc i have to do them so late at night/early in the morning bc im fucking depressed shed prolly just blame me FOR doing them at that time bc if i do them TOO LATE at night then the WATER TEMPERATURE GOES DOWN because its COLD AT NIGHT or something like that) but she didnt and now like everything else, fresh off my period, still manic, always rapid cycling, just got off the manic depression train slightly after being on it for two days and then before that it was Severely Uncomfortable Euphoria, feeling just so fucking wrong in my own skin and feeling too many emotions that are too strong that i dont want, so on and so forth, im the one whos suffering because of her unresolved neuroses and narcissism

and like....to be honest, real shit? with how fucking unpredictable and fucky she’s become since our Big Fight i also would not be surprised and sort of have half a mind to think she’s just mad for literally no reason (related to me or otherwise) and is doing this just because lol

[magicianmew]

Bad kitty?

We’re gonna take a little detour from the usual witchcraft material here, just because I can’t get this conversation off my mind. But, perhaps this will also be useful to some of you looking for your first pet or familiar, or having issues with one you already have.

So a friend of mine is bemoaning that she wants a cat, but her boyfriend, who I'll call Dude, is very much against the idea.

Why?

Well... because of MY cat, Pia.

He has seen my cat eliminate inappropriately, and apparently, this has given him the impression that cats are uncontrollable, or do things out of spite.

Here's the thing.

Pia is a good kitty.

In fact, she is an ESPECIALLY good kitty. She is the only kitty I've ever had who seems to genuinely go out of her way to try to please her human, and behave to expectation.

However, she is also a kitty with a trauma history.

Pia spent her first 18 months of life in a series of homes which were either abusive or neglectful.

As a result of that, she is very territorially insecure and has a low tolerance for a lot of action going on around her. She is really best-suited to a single-human, one-pet home. She does like other people and has gotten to be good buddies with my friends and partners, but she needs to be able to warm up to them on her own terms, and she needs to have predictable times when she will have her quiet and space.

And in order for her to feel she is able to behave to expectation, she has to have her emotional needs met.

If I do not have enough litter boxes for a given space (in my split-level apartment, I have two), she will feel that she is unable to properly mark and defend her fragile sense of territory, and she will go outside the box -- usually close to a window or door that does not have a litter box near it.

If there is too much activity or unpredictability, she will behave nervously, and again, go outside her box to defend her territory -- usually in an area where unfamiliar humans are spending time.

In the specific situation that Dude was seeing her, both of these things were happening. She only had one box for too large a territory. There were strangers in the house. I had just moved her.

Predictably, she went on top of the bed in the room I was staying in, which had a parade of unfamiliar people going in and out of it that day.

I was not surprised by this even remotely.

I would have been more surprised if she hadn't, to be honest.

This is not because she is a bad kitty. It is because she is a traumatized kitty who was not getting her needs met. And unfortunately, I was unable to do anything about that in the moment. I had to just take what I could get as I transitioned to the move, and do my best with it (including washing their sheets).

Now that I am in the apartment, and I have a pair of litterboxes (both near windows), a scratcher, and a quiet space that is hers, she is perfectly behaved.

We have had no outside-the-box incidents. I have not seen her scratch anything inappropriate since the moment I set up the scratcher for her. She knows what I would like her to do, and if I make her environment safe for her, she will do it.

If I don't make her environment safe for her, or don't provide her the things she needs, can I really blame her for not behaving as I'd prefer?

Pets are not appliances. They are living, sentient creatures, and members of our family. They have needs just like we do, and they will not be at their best -- either psychologically or behaviorally -- if we do not meet them.

I am a life-long cat owner who knew what I was getting into when I adopted a trauma cat.

I knew I would need to make certain accommodations for her, which might be a bit above and beyond what would be necessary for a less emotionally compromised cat.

To be honest, I have been guilting the hell out of myself for even putting her through such a crazy international move. I could see how hard it was for her, and I worried about her heart (she has HCM). But there were simply no other options, either for myself personally, or for her -- middle-aged cats with health problems don't get adopted, and no one I knew was able to take on a cat with both behavioral peculiarities, and expensive medical bills.

But not all cats are like Pia.

If you are not able to handle a cat with Pia's sorts of issues, then don't adopt a cat like her. There are lots of cats in shelters that make good "first-timer" pets. There are lots of cats with no trauma issues, some having been raised entirely in a foster home, just like a kitten you may get from a breeder.

There are lots of easy-going cats who will adapt well to lots of people, to other animals, to very simple set-ups with a single litter box. I've had those easy-going cats, who could roll with the punches. I even had one who would let me lay her on her back in my lap to trim her claws without even squirming.

This is where shelter staff are important. They can let you know what the cat's history and temperament is like. Take advantage of that. Tell them if you're a first-time owner so they can help you pick a cat that will suit your level of knowledge.

But they are still living, sentient creatures, and you will probably, at some point, have some sort of behavioral conflict with them -- like you do with any human you've known for a sufficiently long time.

Don't look at it as a "bad cat."

Look at it is a negotiation you need to have between what you need, and what your cat needs. Their needs are just as important as yours.

If you don't give your cat a scratcher, how can you be mad if they scratch your couch? Their nails shed, like snake skin, and they need to remove the husks or they will snag on things, or possibly overgrow -- even if you are trimming their claws.

If you don't give your cat things to do, explore, or entertain themselves with, how can you be mad if they tornado through your house and break your vase? They need mental stimulation just like you do.

Some cats are also a bit particular. Pia will scratch wood or sisal, but not cardboard. I had one cat who didn't like litter that was very coarse. Like you, they have preferences. You may have to try a couple things. But hey, do you get mad at your baby if they like peas, but not sweet potato?

Even with her issues, Pia is probably the sweetest cat I've ever had. She is my little shadow, following me wherever I go. She's a quiet cuddler -- the perfect cat for the bookish witch.

And if I give her what she needs to feel emotionally secure, she is also perfectly behaved. If I give her what she needs, she uses her litter box without fail, and scratches what I have given her to scratch without fail, and is chill and low-key with the quiet, predictable space she has, without fail.

Perhaps more than any other cat I've ever had, she really doesn't want anything out of life other than to feel safe, secure, and approved of.

If I fail to give her what she needs to feel that way, it is my fault when she acts out, not hers.

There are no bad cats. Only cats who are not getting their needs met.

[oldmanlillian1989]

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