my cat desperately needs to go to the vets and we can’t afford to take him i’m crying so much rn i hate this
if you have any spare money at all please please consider donating to my ko-fi so we can afford to get him treatment. he is literally pulling his own fur out and scratching at his own skin until it’s bleeding. if you want evidence please just ask and i will share we just really need all the help we can get right now
please please reblog this
here’s some awfully low quality pictures of my baby, he’s called monty and you can see the patch on his back where he’s pulled his own fur out, i’m not sure how visible the scabs are but trust me they’re there. he needs to go to the vets so we can work out what’s wrong with him and give him the treatment he needs
witty, smart, well-thought character, with a rich background, complex past, and (s)he has lots of interesting quirks and skills…
Tumblr: YEAH, OKAY, BUT IS (S)HE TRANS? HOMOSEXUAL? POC?
Show creator: why does it ma~
Tumblr: BOOOOOOORING!!!!
Show creator: actually yes Tumblr: this is their only defining characteristic and this show is now only for people represented by that quality if they also agree with me on every subject
Show creator: And they have some flaws/ or they’re a villain Tumblr: This show is a homophobic, transphobic, racist, misogynistic pile of crap and all it’s fans are crap too.
Tumblr: *harasses and sends death threats to people over the show*
Show Creator: This is not why I made this show, I wanted to be inclusive and subversive but also make people happy, and this isn’t good, please stop it.
Tumblr: OMG So you like child porn and hate gay people!?!?!?!?!?!?!
The fact that every single one of these has happened exactly like this is really depressing.
People In the notes: WeLl MaYbe If 100% Of EvErYtHiNg In ThE mEdIa WaSnT sTrAiGhT wHiTe PeOpLe We WoUlDnT aCt LiKe ThIs.
That’s not true, you kids are just insufferable jackasses who are never happy
Just started playing a game called Iconoclasts, an indie metriodvania that came out a while back, and I’m having a bunch of fun.
The characters especially, I haven’t been playing for long, but Agent Black is already growing on me.
“I’ll shove those old books up your ass, that way you may have enough spine to stand straight for five minutes!”
I want this quote framed and put on my wall, it’s fucking brilliant.
after a bit of a break, here’s another slightly longer one! 😀
Word count: 1384
Chapter 8: Shoes and Pity.
Baiken
can tie her own shoelaces.
That
sentence by itself may not make that ability sound very momentous, and Baiken
would be inclined to agree. But when one takes into account that Baiken lost an
arm when she was about seven years old, and that the arm she had left (pun not
intended dammit) wasn’t even her good one, might make it sound a mite
more impressive. (If you heard it from Anji anyway, but Baiken doesn’t put much
stock into biased opinions.)
Point
is, Baiken can tie her own shoelaces. It took a few years of walking around in
wooden sandals, lots of bullheaded stubbornness and refusal to try zippers
while she practiced, but she could do it just fine.
It
takes her a bit longer, but she compensates by getting up a bit earlier than
everyone else does. The fact that her footwear these days were a pair of one
lace boots that only went half way up her calf also helped.
They
provided good enough protection to her feet both when walking and in combat,
they were less likely to be knocked off in a fight as well, and she could lace
them up with one hand in about a minute each.
At
least, that was the standard.
Baiken’s
shaking fingers were making it a bit more difficult than she was used to.
Her
and Anji were having a bit of a slump lately, apparently their reputation had
spread far ahead of them and most petty criminals, on which they made their
living, went deep underground, thus depriving the two of them of any income.
Less
money, which meant less food.
Baiken
was fine with that, she once went a whole two months without any fresh food,
she went through worse, through infinitely worse, she can stand to not
eat for a few weeks.
Now
if only her fingers would stop trembling.
“…Are
you alright Baiken?”
She
stops, doesn’t move an inch, before he shoulders sag with a sigh, “You’re
up a bit early.”
“Your
cursing woke me up.”
She
clicks her tongue and goes back to trying to tie her shoe, not looking in
Anji’s direction, “You better not be expecting an apology.”
He
chuckles, she can imagine him rubbing his eyes, “An apology? From
you?” He laughs a bit louder, she can picture the stupid grin on his face
that goes with it, “I would never dream of insulting you like that.”
She
clicks her tongue again, too busy with her unlaced boot to continue their early
morning back and forth, a few more muttered curses grinding out between her
teeth, the sound of Anji getting up and putting on his kimono serving as white
noise.
“…do
you need help?”
“No.”
The
answer is sharp and quick, as automatic as the beat of her heart. Help was a
thing other people needed, help was a thing Baiken offered when
it suited her, she went her whole damn life without any damn help.
Anji,
bless him (damn him), did not even flinch, his voice level and polite,
“Your fingers are shaking.”
“Thank you for the observation.” She
was growling at this point, a desire to use her teeth to assist her fingers
pushing on the back of her nose. “Get dressed, we’re moving to the next
town.”
“I am dressed,” He says, and she whips her head towards him to see
that he speaks the truth, he even did up his top and put his shoes on, which
she thinks is just adding insult to injury at this point, “I am only
waiting on you.”
She
grinds her teeth and glares at him, grabbing her shoe and lifting it over her
head, “Well sorry for only having one fucking arm!”
She
throws the shoe; it passes next to his cheek and hits the wall. It flops down
to the ground with a pathetic thump of leather on concrete.
They
stare at each other for a bit, Baiken huffing for a moment before her actions
catch up with her and she slams her palm against her forehead.
Anji’s
eyes are soft (not with pity never with pity never Anji) and he
offers a small smile, “I apologize if I offended you.”
She
shakes her head, “No, no don’t I-” She lets out a harsh breath,
“I shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
She
hazards another glance at him, he doesn’t judge her when her eye meets his
gaze, only waiting for her to continue.
“I
fought Gears for decades,” she started to mutter, barely loud
enough to hear, “killing them for decades, I travelled the whole
world and back going against all sorts of freaks and monsters,” she
growls, “I went toe to toe against that crazy witch and won, I
should be able to tie my own damn shoelaces.”
“You can tie your own shoelaces.”
Her
voice sounds petulant to her own ears as she barks, “Yeah, until now apparently.”
Anji
sighs long-sufferingly and looks at her shoe slumped against the wall, before
turning back to her with a tired gaze, “Just let me help.”
She
looks away with a twisting scowl, reaching out her hand impatiently, “you
can help by getting me my damn shoe so I can tie it.”
“Baiken…”
“It’s
three miles of gravel road between here and the next town and it rained
yesterday,” she looks at him from the corner of her eye, “You’re not
going to force me to walk on a muddy gravel road barefoot are you?”
“Are you willing to walk on a muddy
gravel road barefoot?”
She snaps her head to look at him wide eyed
her jaw hanging a bit loose, “You’re not fucking serious.”
Anji only raised a single eyebrow and
waited.
“Anji for the love of-”
“There’s no shame in it.” He says
quietly, stopping her mid growl, “No shame in asking me
for help, you know that right?”
Despite herself, her face heats up
marginally, she looks down on the ground as she scratched the back of her head,
at a loss for what to do.
Finally she throw her hand up in defeat,
“Too damn early to argue…” She looks away and waves her hand dismissively,
“Just…do whatever you want.”
A moment passes, she hears him walk towards
her and kneel down on the floor next to her feet, she one more looks at him
from the corner of her eye as he grabs her right foot and helps it into the
shoe.
He handles her like an ancient blade, sharp
and priceless.
“You
know how to lace it?”
“I’ve
seen you do it enough times.”
“Hmm.”
His
hands grab the edge of the lace, working it through the holes going up the
front to close it. She sees both sets of fingers hard at work, one holding
things in place while the other moves the string.
“You
can do it with one arm you know.”
“You
can do it with one hand,” he says pleasantly, his eyes focused on his
task, “I need to use both.”
Her
face heats up and an urge to argue the point raises in her chest, but she
brushes it aside with a sigh, letting Anji grab her second shoe and help her
put it on.
Five
minutes later, she’s standing and moving rolling her feet back and forth,
testing the tie.
“So?
How is it?”
She
wiggles her left foot slightly, making the sole shift a bit, “This one’s
loose.”
Kneeling,
a sound of string moving across leather, a feeling of mild tightness around her
calf.
He
looks up, “Better?”
She
tries not to think of how this position, kneeling and looking up, makes him seem,
tries to push the sound of certain words out of her head at the look he gives
her, kind, faithful and adoring.
She
shrugs noncommittally and starts for the door with an unhurried step, knowing
Anji will stand back up and follow her without needing to look, “It’s
fine.”
The
grin he throws at the back of her head is another thing she doesn’t need to
see.
(A
few days later they get drunk and Baiken tells him, unprovoked, to never kiss
her feet. Despite her disposition, she isn’t into it.
He solemnly
promises to only to do so metaphorically.)
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