I wrote the equivalent of a five paragraph theme obituary for my sweet baby dog Kendra yesterday. It's in my private posts.

All you really need to know is that she was a good, good girl, I loved her bigger than anything, and we both did our best, right up to the end.

RIP Kendra Robertson 2/2013-3/2024

Everytime I go into my new bedroom, my dog comes and lays on my bed with me and it’s really been helping with the deep seated lonely panic I’m struggling with these days.

I leave my door open at night so both dogs can wander in/out and my stepmom comes and closes it every morning so she doesn’t wake me in the kitchen and she said Penny (my dog) was stretched out across my bed with her head on my pillows and letting me spoon her “like a boyfriend” which made me laugh so much

just started crying and my dog heard me sniffle, got up from where he was napping, and put his paw on my arm before attempting to smother my face in kisses and i just want that immortalized on this blog forever

Scrolling through Facebook memories and find one from '06 about asking people what they remember about me. Most commenters I remembered who they are but one I do not. Nor do I know if I met them in highschool or college. Their comment was just about how I confused the English teacher with weird questions. That unfortunately does not narrow it down. That does not narrow it down at all.

To further muddle things they seemed to either already have or be in the process of transitioning and I can't tell which direction because they're pretty androgynous. I have no clue who this person is and I feel exceptionally guilty for forgetting someone after asking them what they remembered about me even if it's nearly two decades later.

Brains suck. I want a hard drive with 8k uhd timestamped recordings in chronically order. And spark notes for every month.

Have been careful as all hell, have been vaccinated four times, have never stopped masking, wash my hands like a maniac, and got covid for the first time yesterday 😭 And it has been NOT fun.

(The moral of this is NOT that any of these things are useless- it is actually that you should be doing them still (masking) and often (handwashing) because we owe it as a society to offer protection to the people who are immunocompromised or unable to be vaccinated because that is the POINT OF SOCIETY thanks for coming to my ted talk. Anyways. Scrub your hands for twenty seconds with soap and water. Wear masks in public. Don't go out and do things in public if someone you've spent time with has gotten sick. This is miserable for me and I'm an otherwise healthy woman in her late twenties- be considerate of other people!!!!!)

The greatest misfortune for Dazai’s enemies, is that they are Dazai’s enemies-

And the greatest misfortune for Asagiri’s favorites, is that they are Asagiri’s favorites:,)

pre-marination doobles. dont ask me questions

a second sam & max favorite moments and quotes compilation of all the stuff i forgot to include the first time

Pigeons: *continue to exist, despite all the trials life has thrown at them. Generation upon generation of a once beloved and venerated pet born into the gutters of the street, forced to live upon the lowest scraps of humanity, forced to grab life by its horns in order to live. They keep going, clawing their ways through the gutter via the very same determination Cher Ami used to save almost two hundred lives. But it's not for us anymore. We don't care. The pigeons are left to the falcons, cats and even catfish, because we've invented more convenient ways to communicate, haven't we? Yet the pigeons carry on, falling apart at the seams, and they. Will. Not. Stop.*

Humans: ew

Forte is officially no longer in training as I am promoting him to full Service Dog!

I'm too tired to go in depth but he absolutely rocked it today at the memorial car and truck show. (Held in honor of my cousin.)

He ignored people who just the night before he was thrilled to love on. He chilled in the sea of people, cars, and general commotion. He alerted to a hr spike and got me down to do DPT only a few feet away from a live band. And despite being at a car and truck show filled with vehicles and three and a half hours of walking around, lead me straight to my car when I asked him to.

I felt more at ease being at a big event than I have in a long time. I trusted him to behave and task appropriately and he proved himself to be a professional.

It's been a long journey with ups and downs but I kept my belief that we'd make it this day. And through hard work and his unflagging spirit here we are. I am so proud of him and us and grateful for every single person who cheered us on.

As a result of corruption and the experiments, ever since he was a child Chuuya has suffered from horrible seizures. When they happened when he was still in the sheep, Shirase and the other's would laugh at him, being children and not understanding what was wrong he got horrid nicknames like "quake/earthquake" or "Shaky boy" any time they would happen he would try to move to a comfortable spot like the grass or a box spring mattress but more times than not just collapsed on the concrete. After one resulted in a concussion and mild coma they realized that couldn't survive with out him and finally started helping him.

After he left he got better at dealing them, Doc's advice and exercises seeming to help alot but after his gate was opened and corruption use they got so much worse. The first time one happened in front of Dazai it was while they were leaving for a mission, right after getting out of the infirmary post stormbringer. They didn't even make it to the elevator after leaving Mori's office when suddenly Chuuya collapsed, Dazai barely catching him in time, before he violently started shaking, his airways seeming to lock shut and hus body failed on him. Dazai brought them to the floor, holding on tight to him to prevent him from getting a concussion until Chuuya eventually gained conciseness again. He immediately pushed away from Dazai and curled in on himself, terrified and trembling. Dazai had held him exactly how Albatross used to. Dazai figured it was about the seizure and explained what had happened, having read about it when Mori threw a medical journal at him after he said he was bored when he was 15.

After a while of this happening, Dazai somehow able to sense when Chuuya was going to have one from a chill running down his spine or seeing that oh so familiar distant look in his eyes and running to catch him Chuuya began to trust him more and often lingered in the embrace even after it was over. And even after the bad ones, he always woke up with Dazai at his bedside in the infirmary, that hilarious terrified worried look on his face become one of Chuuya new favorite sights.

After Dazai defected Chuuya stress skyrocketed and in turn his seizures got drastically worse and more common, now with no one to catch him. New scraps and bruises here or there, passing out with concussions becoming more common than he would have liked, fear setting in of possible brain damage which just made the seizures worse, getting drunk being the only way to calm himself down which again made the seizures worse.

When they reunited, Dazai instantly noticed the new scars but never had the chance to bring it up nor did he want to. Well not until they ran into eachother at a random bathhouse, Dazai's water was shut iff and Chuuya couldn't stand the post mission grime another second. In the locker room Dazai's eyes seemed to linger on the scars he didn't recognize and Chuuya eventually let out all the resentment he had be keeping in later that night sitting next to Dazai drunk at a bar before passing out. Dazai carried him home, tucked him in and snuck into Chuuya's home office to write a 10 page letter on all the apologies he never got to say, having to rewrite a few pages due to the amount of tear marks making his writing unlegible.

mortal changheng is like a golden retriever puppy who just wants to play and make friends with the angry loner new kid on the block i’m snickeringg

"Team Black is better than Team Green because Luke's funeral is private while Team Green hold a public funeral for propaganda purposes!"

Kingslanding is the biggest city in Westeros and is densely populated, and while Dragonstone is also densely populated, it's infinitely smaller. If Team Black were in Kingslanding instead of Dragonstone, they would never have been able to have a private funeral because the small folk would want to attend too. Furthermore, as an island, Dragonstone is isolated as few would travel for a funeral in a time of war. Kingslanding even during war, has Westeros' highest population density. Aemma and Baelon also had a public funeral in season 1.

In the books (hopefully in the show too), Haelena is remembered as being beloved by the small folk. Jaehaerys, as her son, was loved by and is mourned by them too. Even if they wanted to - and likely they did want to - have a private funeral, they wouldn't have been able to due to public reaction and outcry.

The only light at the end of the tunnel I can definitely see right now is the fact that when Akutagawa snaps out of the vampirism, he'll be fully healed i.e. that thing about his lungs that he confessed to Atsushi about, before his neck went split splat? Yeah, that shit better be gone, he better be able to take full breaths of air by the time this arc ends.

This is what I did during my spare time... I'm fine.

Side Notes: I didn't add any of the actual players for simplicity's sake, but I did add characters played by the CCs that aren't their main characters such as Arin, ElQuackity, and Sapo Peta.

It will be too complicated to add ex-alliances and spy-related stuff... but if I did! Jaiden will be between the "knows the federation" and "sides with the players" and Etoiles will be between "understands the codes" and "sides with the players" just because there are no real secrets about it if you watch their POVs.