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You hear the term “quality of life” all the time but what I’ve really become very adamant about talking about is something called “quality of death”. And I think our society, especially in our culture and society, which I know you’ve done so much work in talking to people about what our society is doing to dogs in terms of just healthy young dogs and our expectations, but the same thing is our expectations and understanding of what death is and what end of life should look like. We don’t talk about it enough, what quality of death is. Death seems like such a scary, final thing and it is final but it doesn’t have to be scary and it can be celebrated and it can be done in a really kind, peaceful, non-emergency, non-painful way and that’s what I really strive for with these dogs.
That’s not to say I won’t get a dog that someone will tell me, “I know he doesn’t have long, he might only have a couple of weeks” and I’ll take him and I’ll be like, I know this dog only has a couple of weeks, and 24 hours after having this dog I’m like, this dog can never die because I love them so much – I get super attached. But what I’ve realised is that I cannot hold on for me, I have to let them go for them. It’s not about having them go on their worst day, that’s what I’ve really learned. A lot of these dogs have chronic illnesses – all of these dogs have chronic illnesses or ailments or age – and they’re never going to get better. This is not something that’s going to improve. It might plateau, I might have them feel better when they did when they first came and they weren’t on any medicine, but they are never going to go back to puppyhood. So I have to make those decisions for that dog when they tell me, and not be selfish about it, but also when I’m realising that they’re on that downward curve now, they’re on that downward spiral, and I owe it to them to not just give them a good end of life but also a really good death and have them be cognisant and aware and have a great last day before that happens and that gives me a lot more – I’m not going to say I don’t mourn their loss or feel sad when they go, but it gives me a lot more peace in knowing that I’ve given them that rather than I shouldn’t have waited, that type of regret that some people have felt.
— Helen St. Pierre, Old Dogs Go to Helen – A Special Episode Dedicated to Our Older Friends, The BItey End of the Dog
This was a really excellent episode that gave me the words for something I also strongly feel is important – “quality of death”. It was really wonderful to hear Helen’s experiences with senior dogs, I learnt a lot.
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Shiva
The Destroyer (Bholenaath)
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roxelleia · 2 years
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the homoeroticism of saving your best friend’s life in a riot & later stabbing him & turning yourself in but he gives a false testimony to save your life
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roxelleia · 2 years
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AU where everything is the same except Remus Lupin is played by John Mulaney
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roxelleia · 2 years
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quotes that make me believe in love
"no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her"
"in the low lamp light i was free, heaven and hell were words to me"
"somebody pull me up short, and put me through hell, and give me support for being alive... make me alive"
"mock me with praise! let me be used, vary my days"
"you'll always be what you always were which has nothing to do with- all to do with her"
"if you love someone you find a way to stay"
"the promise i made to stay and i stayed true"
"we'll be the one thing in this world that won't hurt"
"there's no need to roam 'cause home is where you are"
"it's just having enough time with the people you love... and we have as long as we want"
"the algebra that moves your knees is written in her eyes"
"one night he wakes, strange look on his face. pauses, then says 'you're my best friend' and you knew what it was"
"and at every table i'll save you a seat, lover. can i go where you go?"
"you dreamt of me?" "no, i thought of you"
sources: hozier/company/smash/next to normal/catch me if you can/the good place/the band's visit/taylor swift/portrait of a lady on fire
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roxelleia · 2 years
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the feminine urge to hit someone with "the book was better" everytime they talk to me about a movie
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roxelleia · 2 years
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I wonder about all the things Themis would say to you bastards
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roxelleia · 2 years
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l o s s
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Empty Chairs at Empty Tables, Les Miserables // Dove, Interrupted, Lucie Brock-Broido // Dead Poets Society (1989) // Elsa's Song, The Amazing Devil // Home, Beetlejuice // Jojo Rabbit (2019) // Little Beast, Richard Siken // Francis Forever, Mitski
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roxelleia · 2 years
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These sounded poetic together :)
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roxelleia · 2 years
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Thinking about that fucking cop from Squid Games who had multiple opportunities to leave with the evidence he had and prevent more people from dying but just stayed back and continued doing a shitty job at blending in, then died without serving evidence, anyways, ACAB
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roxelleia · 3 years
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roxelleia · 3 years
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Ahehe sexy time
I’m mentally ill and I wrote a smut because fuck you that’s why. For yall who don’t know what SMUT means lol it means sexy time. So read it like the little submissives you people are. (It’s Heroes of Olympus fan fiction IM SORRY OKAY). It be funny tho so read it...
Nico hadn’t always been this shy around Percy, but ever since that one day at the lake, Nico’s face went red whenever he saw him. Well the lake... it was an incident we can all say was bound to happen, after all there were no locks on those bathroom stalls.
Nico draped his forearms across his knees, with his head tilted back looking towards the sky, ever so naturally making home of the ragged cabin wall. He couldn’t help but to obsess over Percy’s masculine features, he may as well be irresistible.
Of course Nico didn’t have a crush on him, this was only a temporary distraction, maybe even something more, after all Percy just had an admirable body. Like those veiny forearms, that jawline that could cut the husk of a firenation warship, his shoulder blades, not even to mention the way he looked at Nico. But that wouldn’t bother Nico, he didn’t have a crush on Percy at all.
The way Percy grabbed those rough looking saddles at the camp stables forced Nico to shudder and think back to what they did at the lake. That day, Percy had gotten out of the water after dusk to get ready for dinner. This time in the public restrooms were probably the only he would have that day. So naturally like any boy would, he decided to jerk off.
Percy was always ready to cum, being hormonal and all. But what he didn’t realize was that Nico had the exact same idea.
Nico ran eagerly to the restrooms near the lake. He had been in the spa with Jason and Clarisse all day. He thought this would be a good opportunity to rinse off the chlorine as well as take care of his own sexual needs.
Nico, not even noticing Percy had locked the front door to the building and undressed near the showers. Completely naked, Nico began jerking off, breathing heavy as the water flowed down his naked body. He reached for the shampoo bottle to put some product in his hair as he fondled his own body, and with his clumsy nature it slipped right out of his hand.
Now this greatly startled Percy, as he had believed everyone had gone back to camp. So he pulled up his trunks, still with a very obvious boner, and walked out of the stall to see what was going on.
When Nico remembered what had happened next he grew hard himself right that moment. Like nature dictates, Percy was able to pick up on his mate’s pheromones, looking at Nico with an intimidating gaze. Nico knew tonight would be a rough one. Still, that didn’t stop Nico from daydreaming about last week.
Now rock hard and dripping at the thought, Nico remembered what happened next. How Percy had not said a word, and backed Nico up against the wall kissing him. Percy’s trunks had seemed to slip off completely unnoticeable, or that could just show how distracted Nico was by this interaction.
Grinding up against the other boy’s member, Percy began trailing his hand down to Nico’s ass.
Honestly, neither of them knew what they were doing, being so inexperienced and all , but this sexual tension between them had been lingering for years. Percy couldn’t wait any longer. He turned Nico around to face the wall, gripping the boy gently yet firmly by the waist. He took his middle and ring finger, then put them in Nico’s mouth. One command he demanded him of him- “suck and spit”.
It took Nico less than a second, being happy to get the older boy’s attention. Taking his fingers out of Nico’s mouth, Percy took his other hand and spread Nico’s butt-cheeks together. With the hand which had just been lubricated by Nico’s mouth, he slowly slipped a finger into his ass.
Once Nico was loose enough, Percy put the other finger in and kneaded his hole gently before lining his cock up to Nico’s hole ready to fuck him. Nico’s hands were trying to grip the wall but he found nothing to grasp. From behind, he could feel Percy’s dick at the entrance to his hole.
Looking back he nodded to Percy signaling consent, even still with what they had just been doing. Nico could feel Percy’s uncut tip slip inside of him as Percy began gripping his waist rather aggressively, leaving marks for a week after. Percy seemed to growl at such a loud volume, turning him on so much this nearly made Nico drop to his knees. Percy slammed his cock straight into his lover’s hole, balls deep. The bottom moaned at this considering Percy is well endowed. Parts of Nico’s insides were reached that he didn’t know he even had.
Nico could tell how intimate Percy was towards Nico, and their energy’s matched completely. Percy brought his hand over and began jerking Nico off while fucking him from behind at the same pace and rhythm. His breathing had become uneven as Percy knew that soon his submissive would soon climax. Not only a minute later after, he boy came in Percy’s hand. Tensing up and clenching his insides. Percy went rabid at the newfound tightness adding onto the complete bliss of being able to have sex with his childhood crush, Percy slammed into Nico balls deep again and came inside of him. Kissing Nico’s neck and running his hands up and down his body, loving him for than ever.
Staying like this for minutes, inside of Nico. Neither of them were able to catch their breath before Percy pulled out. Nico could feel his legs trembling and shaking as Percy left him feeling empty but euphoric.
After admitting how they felt about one another, embracing one another, they got dressed together and left the building. Surprisingly to them, it was past dinner time and everyone would be around the campfire. So instead of joining them, they lied together on the rich soil. This bonding moment would be the start of something beautiful.
Holding hands under the stars whilst discussing their hopes and dreams, which both of them hoped: would include each-other. They found that they were truly happy that they had gotten together. Looking back on this Nico smiled. Noticing this, Percy smiled back at him, and both of them knew they were thinking about the same thing. But after all this was only a week ago, and there will be many more of these times.
Authors note: I was so fucking high while making this shit but okay lol I hope I don’t lose followers for this, but I probably will so yolo I’ll just get my poetry published anyways...about that....yeah my poetry resumes tomorrow, sorry for the hiatus, I love you all.
DONT COME AT ME FOR THE RANDOM SIZING OF THE FONT, I DONT CONTROL THAT SHIT
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roxelleia · 3 years
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8. impulse control
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yours truly || leo valdez x fem! reader smau
a/n: it’s finally here! the hiatus is done and i’m going to try and update more frequently from here on out. thank u for the continued support, ily all :)
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roxelleia · 3 years
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two sworn enemies — draco malfoy
pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader
summary: there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him.
requests are closed for now! please refrain from plagiarizing my work.
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After being on the receiving end of Malfoy’s torment for four whole years at Hogwarts—a place where she’s supposed to be making friends and learning and making the most out of all her youthful years—[Y/N] is beginning to grow tired.
The last thing she’s supposed to be worrying about is a snarky Slytherin boy who always has some sort of rude remark resting on his lips every time he comes across her in the corridors. Or anywhere, for that matter—Draco Malfoy’s incessant jest seems to stay within no boundaries.
Eleven-year-old [Y/N] used to be fazed by it; she used to cry herself to sleep every time the platinum blond would push past her in the hallway, yelling out something offensive on his way, usually to do with her friendship with blood-traitors and the “big-headed” Harry Potter (or so Malfoy referred to him). She used to feel angry—angry enough to want to whip her wand out at him and hex him into oblivion every time he’d even as much as lay eyes on her. But the more Malfoy tried to bother her, the more it didn’t anymore.
Fourth year wasn’t so bad. Malfoy had already called her about a hundred nasty names at that point and was running out of them—his creativity was dwindling and [Y/N]’s concern along with it. She’d even laughed at him, one time during Transfiguration class—genuinely laughed, not out of frustration or anger but because she found something that he said to her funny.
“How does it feel being surrounded by blood-traitors and Mudbloods, [Y/L/N]? Pity you chose the wrong crowd to hang around.”
“How did it feel to get punched by a girl, Malfoy? I hear Hermione packs quite a punch.”
Malfoy’s nose had wrinkled into his signature sneer before he scoffed. “Tell Granger she can improve her right hook.” At which point [Y/N] had snorted out a laugh—and yes, it wasn’t a full-blown burst of chortles, but it was a laugh nonetheless.
Fifth year rolls around and Draco Malfoy is the least of [Y/N]’s worries. She’s gotten over his nagging at this point; all his jabs have lost a bit, if not all of their luster.
But then a week after classes have started, Malfoy starts acting—weird. Very weird. [Y/N] has no idea what’s gotten into him, but Draco’s cruel insults seem to have veered off course and taken a very dramatic turn. He still yells at her in the hallways, but not to make some harmful jibe [Y/N] has heard thousands of times before. Instead Draco—yes, Draco Malfoy, the same boy who has never once failed to torment her in the past years they’ve known each other—has now made it a habit to yell pick-up lines. At her. At [Y/N]. At the same girl he’s been bad-mouthing for the past four years.
The first time it happens, [Y/N] can’t believe her ears. She thinks he’s yelling at someone else other than her, because there is no way bloody Draco Malfoy is shouting “DO YOU PLAY QUIDDITCH? BECAUSE YOU SEEM LIKE A KEEPER” at her from halfway across the Great Hall.
But he’s definitely staring at her, grinning widely in that conceited sort of way that [Y/N] has always despised.
“Is he talking to me?” [Y/N] asks Hermione, bewildered.
“Looks like it.” Hermione looks just as surprised as her. “Knowing Malfoy, he’s not up to anything good. Ignore him, [Y/N].”
But ignoring Draco Malfoy is not something [Y/N] is capable of; the feistiness in her makes sure of that. So instead of moving on and turning a blind eye, she cups her hands over her mouth and yells, just as loud, “ARE YOU A BLUDGER? BECAUSE I’D LOVE TO BASH A BEATER’S BAT INTO YOUR—”
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