Take a look at how my #mom’s cats are helping her decorate her mini artificial #Christmas tree! I think they’re doing a great job at putting all those decorative details on the tree themselves!
My #mom has 2 #cats and she got the tree from my auntie cause she used to work in the office but recently got the chance to work from home! So my #mom asked to have the tree rather than get a big huge tree for the house.
My #dad suddenly passed away in 2021 and moved into this new home 2 years ago. So she didn’t feel it was needed to buy a big #Christmas tree to celebrate the holiday. Which is true. You just need your #friends and #ohana (Hawaiian for family), chosen or blood to celebrate it - and lots of #love.
What do you think? Did they do a good job? @taylorswift what do you think? Did they do a good job? I do! LOL
This is my #nephew checking out the job they did (he’s 18 months). I think he agrees too! The #cats did a fabulous job!! He’s showing my #mom the lights work, and that the placement of the decorative bulbs are just right. Great job #kitties!!💙🐈🐈⬛🐱😻
I think my #mom should let the #cats do the decor every year!
HBU @taylorswift do you think my #nephew agrees with how the tree looks? LOL 😂
I think I should’ve let my #cats decorate my tree. Maybe would’ve stopped chewing on it. Hahahah!!
Wacky ass formatting, i know- Matchups under the cut, polls will be starting soon!
(note: i know nothing about like. 80% of these characters. if their names or where theyre from is incorrect, just lmk cuz i have NOO IDEAA) also i am fully aware of every mistake made in this bracket. whoops
BRACKET A, SIDE A
Henry Oak (Dungeons and Daddies) VS Normal Oak (Dungeons and Daddies season 2
Zora Salazar (Epithet Erased) VS Stink (Epithet Erased)
Anders (Dragon Age) VS Isabela (Dragon Age)
Deandra the new girl (Most Popular Girls in School) VS Peach (real life)
Randy Jade (Dialtown) VS Phonegingi (Dialtown)
Stunky (Pokemon) VS Stinkeye (Yo-kai Watch)
Reigen Arataka (Mob Psycho 100) VS Dimple (Mob Psycho 100)
Moonbeam McSwine (Li'l Abner) VS Marc Spector (Marvel Comics)
Link (BOTW) VS Lt. Columbo (Columbo)
Yoda (Star Wars) VS Shaggy (Scooby Doo)
Dob the Half Orc Bard (Oxventure Dungeons and Dragons) VS Caleb Widogast (Critical Role campaign 2)
Shinjiro Aragaki (Persona 3) VS Ryuji Sakamoto (Persona 5)
Suicidal Misunderstanding AU Part V (SW Time Travel AU #27)
Part I - - - - - Part II - - - - - Part III - - - - - Part IV
After a meandering walk through what felt like every path the hanging gardens and marsh pools had to offer, Obi-Wan stopped to lean against a stone wall.
“Obi-Wan? Are you ready to stop and eat something? As nice as this has been, I’m getting hungry and I’m guessing you are too.”
Anakin was only being a little sarcastic. It had genuinely been nice to peacefully spend the day with Obi-Wan like this- they hadn’t been to the marsh habitats since the war started. He had resigned himself to watching Obi-Wan enthusiastically greet every wandering knight, master, and elder who they passed.
It was actually starting to become impressive- Anakin never realized how many members of the Order his Master was friendly with- no wonder he was given a seat on the high council! But after the last heartfelt clasping of hands with a completely unfamiliar Bothan (thankfully for Anakin’s petty jealousy, Obi-Wan wasn’t hugging everyone), Anakin had asked who the knight was.
Obi Wan frowned. “No idea. But I suppose I must have seen him somewhere.”
Anakin was no longer feeling impressed.
When a group of crechelings wandered by, Obi-Wan appeared briefly overwhelmed with emotion. His shields (apparently even better drunken than sober) didn’t let anything specific slip. But he knew Obi-Wan was feeling something intensely. Bizarrely, instead of saying hello, Obi-Wan hurried out and away with Anakin dragged behind, bringing them back to the stone wall and their skipped breakfast.
“Not yet.” Obi-Wan responded hoarsely. “I want to visit the Room of A Thousand Fountains first, and say a few more goodbyes.”
“Goodbyes?” Anakin asked, a slight chill running down his back. “We’re not shipping back out until the end of the week. Do you always say goodbye to everyone this thoroughly before redeployment?”
“No. Do you think I should have?” Obi-Wan frowned. “I feel like that would have been more upsetting than anything else.”
“Ok then, why are you saying goodbye now? To the whole order?”
Obi-Wan didn’t reply, he just pushed off the wall to continue on his quest to apparently visit every corner of the temple.
“Master, please, you’re worrying me. If you won’t eat, then let me take you to the Healing Halls so they can check you over for drugs. We can visit the fountains after.”
Obi-Wan finally paused, thinking that over. “I would like to see Bant. She should be there, right?”
Bant did end up being there, and was more touched than disturbed by Obi-Wan’s sincere joy to see her. While Obi-Wan wandered the halls greeting injured Knights, she ran several tests.
“As far as I can tell, all you had last night was human-appropriate alcohol. No force-user specific drug interactions, and no traces of Spice. It’s possible there’s something I missed, but your force presence doesn’t feel off balance in the manner I specifically associate with drug-induced altered perception. Your blood sugar is a little low and you’re somewhat dehydrated, especially considering you’re in the temple, not out on a mission.”
“I’ll take care of my physical needs after I visit the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Just because a vision isn’t purely induced by the force doesn’t mean I can’t draw meaning from it. I do appreciate how you always looked out for me though, Bant. I’ve missed your fussing.” Obi-Wan smiled, clasping one of her hands in his.
Bant sighed, “If Master Yoda wasn’t off world I’d urge you to talk to him. I haven’t seen you this shaken by a vision since we were younglings. Even if you do seem to be handling it fairly... calmly.”
Obi-Wan laughed. “I’ll tell him you said that someday. I might be wrong, but I think he’ll be happy to learn about-” Obi-Wan gestured around vaguely, “all this. I’ll talk to him at some point. I’m sure of it.”
She glanced over at Anakin, who had been a quietly looming shadow the whole visit. He seemed both relieved by the diagnosis as well as bewildered. “Can I speak to you privately?”
Obi-Wan nodded and Anakin stalked out of the test room.
She scrutinized him, worry more obvious now, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you slipping tenses this whole time. You’re still not sure where your vision ends and reality begins, are you? Do you even know when you are?”
Obi-Wan looked down. “I know what’s real and what’s not. I’m just...enjoying not fully living in the moment. I have every intention of waking up.”
“Yeah, that’s a BIG red flag, Obi-Wan. Force.” She tilted her head back and forth, examining him with obvious concern. “I am scheduling an appointment for a soul healer and you are going to go, understand?” She demanded.
Obi-Wan agreed far too easily. She reluctantly let him leave with an earnest promise to eat something real.
Obi-Wan came outside to find Anakin pacing.
“I’m glad you’re still here,” he told his former Padawan, ignoring the ache in his chest.
“Of course Ori’vod,” Anakin said, ducking his head with a shy smile. “What did Bant say?”
“She wants me to eat something real and visit a soul healer.” Obi-Wan sighed. “Well, I can do at least one of those things.”
“A soul healer! She thinks you’re crazy?” Anakin asked offended.
“First of all, you don’t have to be unstable to visit a soul healer. I’ve seen them in the past, when there wasn’t as much wrong with me. I’m sorry if I led you to believe you couldn’t seek out help for your problems.” Obi-Wan said. Another mistake.
“I-I know that. I just thought, you know, Jedi can be judgmental of that sort of thing. A good Jedi is supposed to be able to just, meditate stuff away.” Anakin said bitterly.
Obi-Wan thought furiously. Was this why he had been so blindsided by Anakin’s fall? Had his padawan been so afraid of judgement that he hid all of the warning sides of his struggles with darkness? Maybe he could ask Owen for some sort of petty assistance when he brought over bantha milk next time, to demonstrate to young Luke that it was ok to ask for help. No, he was probably still too young for those sorts of lessons to have much meaning. The insight would require meditation, when he was more sober.
Unsure how ‘Anakin’ would respond, Obi-Wan tentatively said, “You’re right, that some Jedi might judge for seeking such aid. But I think in the last years of the war, that sort of opinion became less and less common. After all, an ideal Jedi shouldn’t be leading an army. I don’t know if anyone can be perfect during war, let alone a peacekeeper.”
When that failed to garner positive or negative reply, Obi-Wan let out a breath. “It hardly matters, since I can’t exactly visit a therapist, let alone a soul healer, given my present living conditions.”
Anakin seemed to process that, giving Obi-Wan a long, searching look. “What’s your next point?”
“Hmm?”
“You said first of all, and I think that was all one thing, so what’s your second point?”
“Not exactly being able to visit a soul healer regularly doesn’t count as a separate retort?”
“I guess? I’m just trying to understand what you’re trying to tell me” A twinge of frustration crept into Anakin’s otherwise level tone.
"I appreciate that, truly, and I regret the number of hurtful miscommunications that sprung up from me failing to do just that. Well, I suppose, by most reasonable standards, I am ‘crazy.’ Getting some help with unraveling my mind would probably be best, if it were an option, but it isn’t so...” Obi-Wan shrugged.
Before any followup questions could be asked, they finally arrived at the main entrance to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. The archway was stunning, water flowing upwards along the stone in intricate, shifting tessellations. When they stepped through, Obi-Wan was delighted to see Mace Windu sitting on a bench by the entrance.
“Mace! I was hoping to see you.”
Mace looked at him. He seemed at first, to be utterly unsurprised by the duo’s arrival. But the longer he stared, the more visible shock overtook his features. “Master Koon recommended I look for you...force what happened.”
Obi-Wan just chuckled. “Oh you know. What didn’t happen.”
“What’s wrong?” Anakin asked urgently. “What do you see, Master Windu?”
Obi-Wan tried to wave them both off, laugh a little more forced. “Please, I came here to relax. I’m sure it would be easier to say what’s not wrong with-”
“Kark it, Obi-Wan this isn’t a joking matter.” Master Windu’s voice was calm, but insistent. He slowly started approaching Obi-Wan as though the fellow council member were a feral loth-cat.
“You look as if...nearly every shatter point around you has broken open. Force, I think you’ve been carrying some of these with you since you were a child. Usually when things that deep break...And some of these- some of these are too big to have just affected you.” Mace hesitantly reached forward, brushing against something invisible.
A chill ran down Anakin’s spine, again. What the kriff did Obi-Wan see in his vision? Last night he mentioned the temple burning, their rooms turned to ash, and Anakin had just...let that go in favor of greedily spending time with this addictively affectionate version of Obi-Wan.
“Mace...” Obi-Wan groaned. “I had been wondering what you might say to me but this is...please, can’t you just give me a hug and let me enjoy the peace for one more hour.”
“Master Kenobi,” Mace said, seeming to revert to an even more serious version of himself. “What I see cracked open around you is bigger than the reemergence of the Sith on Naboo, bigger than the first battle of Genosis. Whatever has happened, you cannot possibly keep it to yourself, practically or morally.”
To the shock of both Windu and Skywalker, Obi-Wan actually rolled his eyes at that. “Mace. You are not telling me anything I do not already know. And I am choosing to spend a little longer enjoying the unique joys of the Temple before dealing with the harshness of reality. Haven’t I earned a small break? I’m not abandoning my duty, but if I don’t take care of myself where I can I’ll go madder than I already have.”
At no point did Obi-Wan’s voice get whiny or upset, he just calmly dropped a series of bombshells like he was repeating an argument.
Mace and Anakin exchanged glances, but if Mace was trying to communicate something, it was utterly lost on Anakin.
“Alright, Master Kenobi. I trust your judgement.”
And, to Anakin’s shock, Mace pulled Obi-Wan for a tight hug. “And I care about you, Obi-Wan.”
For a brief, hysterical moment, Anakin Skywalker wondered if he was about to witness his Master break down crying on the shoulder of Mace Windu the Master of the Jedi Order.
But Obi-Wan just let out a slow breath and returned the embrace before bowing deeply in Respect. Windu returned the bow with a placid expression.
“If you’ll excuse me...I think I’d like to stand by the waterfall alone for a moment.” He paused, turning to address Anakin. “If you’re willing to wait for me, I’ll happily rejoin you by the glowing mushrooms.” Anakin nodded silently and Obi-Wan beamed before leaving the two alone together.
Mace turned to the young knight in a silent demand for answers, and, for once, Anakin was eager to share what he was dealing with. “He came back drunk last night, talking about the temple burning down, and being well-”
“Unusually emotionally expressive?” Mace offered.
Anakin nodded. “Took a blood sample to analyze in the morning. He woke determined to hug every sentient being in the temple. I actually managed to get him to the halls just before we came here; Master Eerin said there was nothing in his system and...I just don’t know. He’s been off today, but not in a bad way, exactly. Could a vision have caused the shattering you saw?
Mace furrowed his brow. “Not any vision like I’ve ever seen but...these are dark times. And Master Kenobi has had historically bad luck. If some new cataclysm is coming for us- I absolutely believe he’d be the first of us to stumble into it. Something terrible and extraordinary must have happened in the 24 hours since I last saw him in person.”
A beat passed.
“I should go to the mushrooms before I lose track of him,” Anakin said quietly.
Mace nodded. “Skywalker, if you need assistance dragging him back to the healers for whatever reason, comm me, understood?”
“Understood. Master Koon said the same.” the Knight replied, heart pounding.
The Windu clasped him on the shoulder firmly, "I’m going to check in with Master Eerin. It’s possible she has some suspicions that my observations will help her confirm. Until then...”
Alright, here's the character list of my Star wars rebels warriors AU. Keep in mind, I haven't finished organizing it yet.
Grassland cats
Berry - blue tortoiseshell tom with cream tabby patches/blue tortoiseshell tom with cream tabby patches and a scar on his cheek (Ezra Bridger - Lothal Street Kid) later, Berrypaw and Berrymist (Splashpaw)
Elk - blue tom with a white chest (Ephraim Bridger - Father of Ezra)
Midge - black and ginger tortoiseshell molly (Mira Bridger - Mother of Ezra)
Gnat - brown tom with a scar on his head (Tseebo - Friend of the Bridgers)
Rider - old black tom with one white ear; former leader of the Grasslands (Ryder Azadi - Former Lothal Governor)
Kestrelpelt - brown tabby tom with a white muzzle and paws/blind brown tabby tom with a white muzzle and paws (Kanan Jarrus - Jedi) previously, Dunepaw
Apprentice, Berrypaw
Mosslight - brown tortoiseshell molly with brown eyes (Depa Billaba - Jedi Master)
Lightstar - small black tom with a white chest and small ears (Yoda - Jedi Master in Exile)
Greystorm - gray tabby tom with a white muzzle, one white paw, a scar on his right eye, and a scar on his shoulder (Grey - Clone Commander) littermate of Codclaw (Cody), Foxnose (Fox), Fintooth (Monnk), and Wolfpelt (Wolffe)
Starlingheart - gray tabby tom with a white chest, ginger ears, and a ginger stripe on his back (Styles - Clone Captain)
Wolfpelt - white tom with gray patches, a blind eye, and a scar on his shoulder (Wolffe - Former Clone Commander)
Rabbitfang - blue tom with brown eyes and a scar on his shoulder (Rex - Former Clone Captain)
Goosenose - gray spotted tabby tom with a scar on his shoulder (Gregor - Former Clone Captain)
Stoatpaw - blue-gray tom (Sammo Quid - Jedi Padawan) later, Stoatfrost
Mentor, Bluelight (Aayla Secura)
Timberpaw - brown tabby molly with black stripes (Tai Uzuma - Jedi Padawan) later, Timberblaze
Mentor, Loonlight (Plo Koon)
Heronwhisker - cream tabby molly with folded ears and a white spot above her nose; former Dustclan warrior (Hera Syndulla - Twi'lek Rebel)
Apprentice, Poppypaw
Cloudrunner - cream and white tom with folded ears (Cham Syndulla - Twi'lek Rebel)
(Mates with Dustywing (Eleni Syndulla) and friends with Howlclaw (Howzer)
Dustywing - brown molly with white ears (Eleni Syndulla - Mother of Hera)
Hopfoot - ginger tom with white patches; former Dustclan medic (C1-10P "Chopper" - Rebel Astromech)
Juniperkit - brown and cream tabby tom (Jacen Syndulla - Son of Hera and Kanan) later, Juniperpaw and Juniperflame
Zeb - dark gray tom with long fur; former Cat of the Shining Lake fighter (Zeb Orrelios - Lasat Rebel)
Poppypaw - ginger tortoiseshell molly with a white chin; former Bloodclan warrior apprentice (Sabine Wren - Mandalorian Rebel) later, Poppywing
Mentor, Heronwhisker (previously Kitefang)
Kitefang - brown spotted tabby molly, former Bloodclan warrior (Ketsu Onyo - Mandalorian Bounty Hunter)
Bearclaw - brown calico molly (Ursa Wren - Mandalorian)
Wrenfang - ginger and white tabby tom (Alrich Wren - Mandalorian)
Tanglepaw - brown tabby and white tom (Tristan Wren - Mandalorian Cadet) later, Tangleheart
Mentor, Growlstrike (Gar Saxon)
Ash - blue, cream, and white calico molly (Ahsoka Tano - Former Jedi Padawan) previously, Ashpaw
(Mates with Larchflight (Kaeden Larte), sister in law to Mallowpaw (Miara Larte)
Adderleaf - brown tom with black spots (AP-5 - Rebel Droid)
Sumac - dark ginger molly (Marida Sumar - Citizen of Lothal)
Muskox - dark brown tabby tom (Morad Sumar - Citizen of Lothal)
Joe - pale gray tom (Jho - Bartender)
Runningwind - brown tabby tom (Janus Furhek - Sports Teacher)
Hailstorm - lithe gray tabby tom with orange eyes (Ramset - Grav Ball Coach)
Birdpaw - black tom with brown eyes (Zare Leonis - Imperial Cadet)
Jackrabbit - brown tom with a dark brown face, ears, paws, and tail (Jai Kell - Imperial Cadet) (Rabbitpaw)
Deerpaw - black molly with a white nose (Dhara Leonis - Imperial Cadet) later, Deerclaw
Boulder - white tom with gray patches (Beck Ollett - Friend of Zare)
Wind - brown tom with a dappled coat (Hanc Windrider - Grav Ball Player, Sabercats)
Oriole - black and ginger tom (Orzai Atropos - Grav Ball Player, Sabercats)
Snowrock - slim white tom with amber eyes; former kittypet (Frid Kelio - Rhodian Grav Ball Player, Sabercats)
Rules: Copy and paste these questions and make your own post, please do not add onto this one, it’ll get too long too fast. Then tag some of your friends to let them know you’d like to hear more about their ocs!
thank you for the tag! @milfplo-koon
Name: Ashe Lark
Pronouns: He/Him
Nickname: Ash, Flora (Guard Assigned Codename)
One Word To Sum Them Up: Underestimated
Noun to Describe Them: Diligant
Temperament: Calm
MBTI Type: ISFJ
Enneagram Type: The Loyalist
Other’s First Impression of Them: Quiet, a bit intimidating, Gender Ambigious, glares a lot (its just his RBF really)
General Likes: soft things, cooking, baking, reading, figuring things out, plants, the Temple Guard/Family, catching up on sleep, training with the Guard, his favorite brand of cigarettes, cats
General Dislikes: The Senate, Certain other Jedi (cough, krell, cough mundi), In-fighting in the Temple (more work for him), people poking too deep into his personal buisness,
Romantic Status: Taken
Love Interest(s): Dependant on AU but usually Fox and/or Quinlan Vos (Occasionally its Kit Fisto and Dara Idella via @spacerocksarethebestrocks )
Good Friend(s): Finn Ertay, Re Wen Ma'kis Di, Commander Thire, Commander Thorn (Canon), Mari Gildow, Hakra Dorgoa, Syo, The Celestial Trio ( via @certified-anakinfucker) (OC)
Hobbies: Reading, cooking, baking, training with the others
Songs They Relate To: Everything Sucks (Vaultboy), This Is It (Oh the Larceny), Rain With a Cappuccino (Yorushika covered by Raiche)
Fictional Characters Similar To Their Personality: Suddenly I know Zero Characters (I’m sure there’s some but I honestly based him off of another one of my OCs hfjdhfdjh)
Fun Fact: Dooku’s betrayal hurt him more than he likes to admit due to the fact that Dooku was not only his finder, but also his own Master’s partner for a while. He covers up that hurt by bitching about Dooku with Cin about how he’s making all Serenno-Borns look bad
Free Space/Ramble: Syo was the one who dyed his hair pink, it was originally dark brown-black in color but he always kept it pretty long because he liked tying it back. It’s really soft and fluffy but also a bit messy, and he has no idea how it gets like that.
It was the late summer/early autumn of 2005. I was 16 years old. I went to a friend’s house for a get-together with other friends. She lived in a more rural area, so stray cats were not uncommon. One of these strays had recently birthed a litter of kittens. They were corralled into a blocked-off area in my friend’s den. Naturally, we all gravitated towards the kittens. We spent a good while petting them, playing with them, holding them, and watching them with their mother. A particular kitten was a gray and white tabby. This kitten had made its way towards me and tried to crawl up one of my jean legs. I was wearing bootcut jeans, so it actually managed it. I was immediately drawn to this kitten, the idea of asking my parents if we could keep it already forming.
While my friends and I were playing with them, we decided to give them all smartass, noncommittal names. None of us could sex kittens, so that was reflected in the names we chose. I named the gray and white tabby (of which there were two, but I zeroed in on the jean leg kitten) “Herschel.” Why? Well, when I was eight or nine, I used to play House with friends. I had heard the name “Herschel” on some sitcom, and I liked the sound of it. So, I often named my fake son “Herschel.” This became an inside joke between my best friend and me.
Back at home, I asked my mom if we could adopt the kitten. She had veto power. She was kind of hesitant at first but eventually relented. A few weeks later my friend and her mom brought the kitten over to my house. By that point I was already seriously referring to it as “Herschel.” We all just kind of assumed it was male. The first thing Herschel did after getting out of the carrying case was hide behind one of our bookcases and stayed there.
We took Herschel to the vet. Upon examination the vet tech proclaimed he was, in fact, she. Her exact words were “You have a little girl!” For better or for worse, I was committed to “Herschel” (much to my mom’s chagrin), so from then on, I had a girl cat with a boy name. This led to years of various people (mostly veterinary staff) getting her sex wrong. I don’t know that I ever bothered correcting them because, well, they were going to find out the truth soon enough.
Between 2005 and 2010, Herschel grew from a kitten with what my mom described as “Yoda ears” into a gorgeous young lady. She had the most beautiful green eyes. People always had nice things to say about her looks. She had an adorable bow-legged gait from the beginning. She grew into an affectionate little cuddle-bug once she adjusted to us. She was wary of strangers, which was probably for the best. She did not like to go outside as much as our older cat, Simba (RIP)—especially after being treed once—but she was a very skilled huntress. She even managed to get two hummingbirds. Obviously, I’m not a fan of such “presents,” but I couldn’t help but be impressed by her prowess.
In 2007, we adopted 2 labs named Olive and Penny (RIP x2). 2010, we adopted two fluffy black kittens from our vet’s office. We named them Buttercup and Licorice (RIP x2). Herschel respected Simba because of his seniority, but she absolutely despised the other pets. She would growl and hiss at them on sight. Because of this, the dogs had to stay downstairs while the cats had free rein upstairs. By 2012, Buttercup had gone missing, and we had adopted two more animals: a cat named Kid Twist (“Twist” for short) and a blue heeler named Bleu. Herschel did not care for them either. That same year my parents moved one state over, and I moved to a nearby city to stay with a family friend. The Menagerie went with my parents.
One day in 2013 or 2014 my mom commented about how Herschel hid under a guest room bed much of the time. She would only come out to do her business or eat. Since the dogs had free rein over the entire house, this meant there was no real “safe space” for Herschel. Thus, her reclusiveness. Mom was worried about her well-being. I offered to take Herschel under my wing. Mom agreed. Now, my housemate already had a few cats, so it wasn’t perfect, but it was an improvement over a house with dogs. Herschel had been under my care since.
In 2015 Herschel moved with me into the apartment I currently live in. Despite my apartment’s smallness, she was finally the one cat in a one-cat home. I had stopped letting her out because a) my apartment complex is positively labyrinthine b) the complex is next to a busy highway, and c) I wanted her to live longer and not harm any wildlife (although her hunting days were behind her). She didn’t seem to mind. For the next few years, she was my kitty comrade. Aside from some dental issues and a heart murmur, she always had a clean bill of health. I honestly thought she was going to live as long as Simba had (18, almost 19) because he was also a spry geriatric cat.
In late 2020, Herschel was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. She had been growing thinner and vomiting before I found out. I had to start giving her medication twice per day, but there was otherwise no change. She was still the empress I knew and loved, if a little slower. I thought that was going to be it. Then, earlier this year, the vet ran some more tests. While I had managed to lower her thyroid levels, the vet found another problem: chronic kidney disease. My blood ran cold upon hearing this because one of our pet labs, Olive, had died from kidney failure a few years prior. The vet told me while there was no cure, CKD could be managed with diet changes and medication. He was right, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case with Herschel. She quickly went from stage 3 to stage 4 (4 being the end stage). I still kick myself about this because I feel like I could’ve found out sooner. Anyway, the vet suggested I should have Herschel hospitalized for a couple of days with IV fluids. The idea was to basically rehydrate her and then start a regimen of a new diet, supplements, and medication.
So, I waited outside for three hours until a hospital staff member came to collect Herschel. It would’ve been longer, but my very kind vet called ahead. A couple of days later my mom and I returned to the hospital to wait for Herschel. It was March 25th, my birthday. One of the vets called me and stated despite the diuresis, Herschel’s stats remained the same. She stated I had probably 2 weeks left with her. I knew she was right, but I was still determined to try. I gave her daily cocktails of medication. I learned how to give her subcutaneous injections to hydrate her. I got the prescription wet food. At first, she had more okay days than bad, but it eventually became clear she was circling the drain. Treatment transformed into hospice care. I was going to do everything possible to keep her comfortable. By the end she was incontinent and no longer eating or drinking. Then she stopped being able to walk. I knew I had to make the final appointment. After a long crying session, I did.
My mom came to help yesterday. Herschel was mostly immobile and out of it. Not even her favorite prosciutto roused her. I swaddled her in a changing pad and a blanket and slept with her next to me for one more night. She was still alive this morning if barely. Before we were set to go to her final appointment, I played her Sugarloaf’s “Green-Eyed Lady” (which will always remind me of her) and Audrey Hepburn’s version of “Moon River.” As my mom and I went to prepare her for the appointment, we realized how still she was. She did not appear to be breathing, and she did not react to anything we did. I took a flashlight to her pupils and… she was gone. She had died peacefully on my couch, which was one of her favorite spots to lounge. Honestly, I was relieved because the thought of taking her to a strange place to be euthanized frankly distressed me. I cuddled her ragdoll body from then until we were sitting in the vet office’s parking lot. Mom got a chance to hold her, too. A vet tech came out, used her stethoscope, and confirmed what we already knew. After a few more minutes with her we said our last goodbyes. I filled out paperwork confirming I wanted her ashes returned to me with a clay pawprint.
I want Herschel’s ashes buried on my parents’ property with the others. Maybe a little farther away since she did not like most of them. I’m also looking into urn jewelry so I can carry her with me. This cat saw me at some of my lowest points, including when I was furloughed from my job last year. This cat was sweet and affectionate but also a pesky little shit. This cat was the first living being I was fully responsible for. She somehow managed to be regal while shoving her butthole into your face. If she liked you, she came and sat with you. If she didn’t, she hid behind the washing machine. I’m convinced she was part slug because even at her largest she was able to fit into confined spaces. I will miss her trilling meows. She was beautiful to the end, and I will always love her and miss her. I don’t know if there is an afterlife or not, but if there is, I hope she has endless king crab and prosciutto to snack on.
Ah yes my friend!! Enjoy the beginning of my WIP where Siri travels to Stewjon and meets clan Kenobi!
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He debated cancelling their plans. It would be so easy for him to just turn left and continue on towards the hanger, she would understand, duty always came first. And if she didn’t understand then the two of them needed to have a whole other conversation.
He sighed and turned right. He needed her help, so he pushed aside the guilt he was feeling, knowing if it weren’t dire he wouldn’t delay his assistance to the poor people of that village. He clenched his fists as he thought about the innocent being slaughtered needlessly just because someone wanted to hurt him. It was Kadavo all over again. His compassion was being used as a weapon, and the pain he was feelling in the Force was all too familiar and it felt as if someone was slowly peeling off his skin inch by bloody inch.
He couldn’t leave without seeking her advice, she had been right about Zygerria and the Hardeen fiasco. Her experiences undercover had granted her a strange sort of clarity that many Jedi spent their lives trying to achieve. It often reminded him of Qui-Gon, he probably would’ve gone to him for advice were he still alive...of course his thoughts would bring up Qui-Gon right now, because of course they would. The pain of his death still felt like a weight against his chest, and yet somehow the man who had dedicated himself to the light was gone, but the dark monster responsible for his death lived?
And Maul just happened to rise out of the ashes of the darkest corners of the galaxy now, in the middle of a kriffing war? There were no coincidences in the Force, he knew, but this was really just a dirty move by the dark side.
How could he explain his utter failure to her...to anyone? His knighthood was now based on a falsehood, in his exhausted mind it didn’t matter that he’d proven himself a capable Knight - no Master over and over again, it didn’t matter that he now sat on the Council - his braid had been severed for the simple fact that he had been the first Jedi in a milenia to kill one of the Jedi’s worst enemies. “Sithkiller” they had whispered behind his back for over a decade, he had always hated the moniker, but now he couldn’t even live up to a legend he had never wanted to be in the first place.
If Darth Maul had indeed survived he’d be surely seeking revenge, and a simple death would be the least cruel and therefore the least likely outcome. No, Maul’s appetite would want more than that. He hadn’t been able to protect his Master from this monster when he was still a Padawan, he only hoped he’d be strong enough now as a Master to protect everyone else he loved. Obi-Wan must deal with his own personal feelings and finish what he started just as Yoda had affirmed.
His thoughts dwelled on this as he opened the door, not bothering to ring the chime. Not that it mattered, technically speaking his hand print had been added to her lock months ago, and in this moment manners and propriety didn’t matter to him.
He found her meditating near the balcony window, soaking up the rays of sunlight as if she were a sleek Tooka-cat. Her hair was down, which was unusual, glowing almost ethereal in the light. Her long yet strong legs were folded beneath her on the brightly colored cushion, a patchwork of various fabrics. It had been a Life Day gift from her Padawan Ferus, one of her most treasured possessions. Her feet were bare, but that was par for the course for her, she was dressed in a pair of Obi-Wan’s old Blacks that she had cut into shorts and a white undershirt that hung off her shoulders. Not for the first time Obi-Wan marveled at how comfortable she was within her own body, though with a body like hers he could hardly blame her.
Always an enigma, Siri Tachi could simultaneously be both the most and least feminine woman Obi-Wan had ever met, she was whatever she needed to be at any given time. But, somewhere along the way she had discovered that she was able to just be Siri while with Obi-Wan likewise he never had to be anything more than Obi-Wan to her. Here he wasn’t General Kenobi, or Master to the Chosen One, or Council Member or Sithkiller and the pressure it took off his shoulders was one of the justifications he gave for skirting the line of the Jedi code.
Her Force presence brushed against his and he could sense her coming out of her meditation. Before she even opened her eyes she was able to pick up his emotions in the Force, she always did have a talent for reading people.
“What’s wrong,” her voice was a bit hoarse, she must’ve overused it on her last mission. “Grievous give you the slip again?”
“What else is new?” He sighed, sitting on the back of her couch. “But no, that isn’t my current concern.”
Two azure eyes opened and looked up at him as she unfolded herself out of the meditative stance. She stretched one of her legs up over her head and then cracked her neck. After a moment she rose to her feet and headed towards the small kitchen.
As she passed him she trailed her fingers over his cheek, he leaned into the touch.
“Is this an ale situation or straight up whiskey?” She asked, opening the cooling unit.
He remained silent, his thoughts were running away with him. Siri glanced at him from over her shoulder when he didn’t answer, her eyebrows furrowed in concern when she saw the haunted look on his face.
“What did Anakin do this time?” She tried to keep things light, but her worry only grew when he remained silent at her joke. “Hey, Obi-Wan…”
Eyes that were clearly lost in a memory looked up to meet hers, she reached out to place the back of her hand to his forehead, a part of her hoped it was something physical, that was easier to fix.
“Coruscant to Kenobi,” She softly said when she realized he didn’t have a fever. “You want to clue me into what’s going on at some point?”
Obi-Wan looked at one of his dearest friends, the person who knew him better than anyone, even on a deeper level than Anakin. A thought suddenly struck him as he looked at her, this could be his last day in the physical world. He had no idea what Maul had planned, except that he was going to be walking into an emotional (and most certainly a physical) trap.
Without warning he placed both hands on either side of her head and covered her lips with his in a passion most wouldn’t believe Kenobi capable of. He then gracefully rose to his feet lifting her up, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as their embrace deepened.
After several moments of finding herself almost out of breath with his delirious kisses she reached up to his hair and pulled him back. Breathing erratic, lips swollen and their faces flushed they stared at one another.
“Might I remind you that it was YOUR rule that we behave ourselves while we’re in the Temple.” She said between aroused breaths. “I’m definitely going to yell at myself later for stopping you, but I think it’s time you fill a girl in on what’s going on.”
He turned around so he could sit her down on the back of the couch, he moved his hands to rest on either side of her face, his thumbs gently tracing her delicate jaw. “I have to cancel our plans tonight.”
“No shit,” she reached up and grabbed his hands, looking intently into his stormy eyes. “Obi-Wan, we promised when we started experimenting physically that we wouldn’t hide things from the other...that’s fear which leads to attachment.”
The corner of his lips upturned. “Always bossing me around, aren’t you?”
“You’d be dead in a ditch somewhere if you were left up to your own devices my dear.” She gently ran a hand through his hair, fixing his one pesky strand that loved to fall into his eyes. “And you're still avoiding my question.”
He grabbed her hands and kissed them before placing them down on her lap. “Darth Maul is back.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Her body stiffened. “Like, Naboo Darth Maul?”
Obi-Wan nodded, unable to look at her.
“Are you sure it’s really him?” She asked, suddenly feeling cold.
He shrugged. “No, it could be a faked hologram. Doesn’t matter, the people he slaughtered and is continuing the threaten are real.”
“You know it’s a trap either way.” She stated, not questioned.
“Obviously.”
“How did Anakin take it when he heard?” She asked, running her hands over his arms in a comforting manner.
“He doesn’t know.”
“Obi-Wan…you promised him you’d be honest with him.” She tugged on his beard so he’d look at her.
“He’s still avoiding me after the Hardeen mission.” He sighed. “Which right now is actually a blessing in disguise.”
“You know he won’t let you go without him. It doesn’t matter if he’s angry with you.” She said.
He looked at her then with an intensity she had only seen on his face once before. “I will not let that monster anywhere near my Padawan.”
Siri bit back the correction of Former Padawan and simply nodded. This was something he and Anakin would need to work out on their own.
“Okay, so not Anakin.” She raised her hands to help calm him down. “Then who is going with you?”
“I must do this alone.”
She stood up from the back of the couch. “No, actually you don’t! If this truly is Darth Maul he is a Sith and no Jedi should go without backup.”
“I’ve faced him before, it’s fine Siri.”
She pushed past him, running a frustrated hand down her face. “Are you at least taking the 212?”
“No,”
“Obi-Wan, I swear to the Force…” She raised an angry finger at him, but he cut her off.
“I need your help.”
“Damn right you do, let me get dressed and we’ll leave at once.” She turned towards her bedroom, but he grabbed her wrist.
“Siri,” his voice was frustratingly calm. She hated that he could maintain a Jedi composure at times like this and she struggled with it.
“Don’t you dare try to talk me out of it.” She pulled her hand free. “And it’s not about my fear of losing you so don’t put that crap on me right now.” She was lying through her teeth and he knew it, but he didn’t say anything. “I’m a Jedi Shadow, my job is to go after the Sith...I should be there.”
He nodded. “You’re right, but I have a personal request to ask of you instead.”
“You can’t protect me like you do Anakin.” She argued.
“I need you to go to Stewjon.”
She stopped her next argument, taken by surprise. “Wait, what?”
“I have no idea what Darth Maul has planned, but I can’t bear the idea that innocent people will be hurt simply because they share my last name.” He reached out and held her.
Just spent 15 minutes opening up two perfectly packed packages containing two perfect souls. On the left is Yoda, and on the Right is Nær. Both are cats that their loving owners sent to me to memorialize forever. Yoda will be fully processed and articulated, along with having his heart preserved. Nær will be fully processed and articulated, have her heart preserved, ink paw prints made, whiskers saved, and have her remaining ashes sent back to her family. I look forward to seeing both of their skulls, as Yoda has a cool underbite, and Nær does not have any teeth left.
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Name: David
Gender: Cismale
Height: 6ft
Star Sign: Libra
Sexuality: Straight
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Favorite Animal: Cats and corvids
Average hours of sleep: Some days it’s none and some days it’s 12 sooooo.... 6 average?
Favorite Movies: Anyone that knows me knows that I find favorite to be a tough word when it comes to media of any kind. I’ll always watch Lord of the Rings, though.
How many blankets I sleep with: One or two, depends how cold it is.
Nicknames: I get Yada online a lot, but none in person
Dream trip: A culinary tour of France
Dream job: I sort of already have my dream job, which is helping run an LGS. I’d love to own my own and be an author on the side, though.
When I made this account: A couple years ago I just wanted to ask MaRo some questions I never got the answer to. Ex encouraged me to get more into the community on here after that.
Favorite video games: Stardew Valley (Stealing that one from you Ash), World of Warcraft, .Hack//, Bethesda sandboxes.
Why I made this account: Again, had questions for MaRo. Never got answers.
Number of followers: Like 280? I know I have a giveaway planned soon for 300, though it’s nothing huge.
Pets: *I* personally have none, but my house has a dog and like 5 cats and I love them all.
Reason for the url: I was in middle school and made up a dumb AIM screen name that was a spoof of Master Yoda. Since MisterYada is never taken on anything I sign up with, I just use it everywhere.
Hi, you already know me, but my favorite color is burgundy, my favorite ship is shockingly not Stucky but actually Adoribull (I know. But in Dragon Age everything is canon. Including the chub. CANON CHUB LOVE. We were blessed.), and Wolfie is basically a cat in temperament so sure, why not. :)
I already know AND love you, which means your Dragon Age chub love is so welcome here. Canon chub: lucky girl. (But how do you feel about chubby robots?) Burgundy is an excellent color, though I’m more of a blue/purple girl myself.
I think Wolfie and Max would be good friends. Sophie would terrorize him (sorry) and Ash would probably steal his Yoda.
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“Often it takes something major to wake us up as we struggle to maintain an illusion of control.”
- Madisyn Taylor, The Places We Go
JEREMY and I recently visited the property in Bangor. This was my first visit since evacuation so and the only visual I had of the property and all the damage were through photos he had taken a few days shortly after the fire.
Unrecognizable
What was I to expect after a fire this enormous? I don’t know but I surely did not expect to see what I did. As we drove into the town, we stopped by the Post Office and everything around it was was torched. Everything except for the Post Office. Upon evacuation, these road to town were closed to us so we took to Forbestown to get to Chico. Seeing everything now is beyond devastating.
Like a Post-Apocalyptic Film Set
The only way I can describe what I saw is to tell you that it seemed like something you only seen in movies. So much so that my mind felt like it was playing tricks on me. Was this just the Aftermath maze at Six Flags Magic Mountain or a well-constructed backdrop to a horrifying zombie movie?
Nope.
None of the above.
This was real. Regardless of how surreal it all seemed.
I stood there, dumbfounded and uncertain of what to do with myself. I wanted to leave but my feet just brought me closer to the house or what was once the house. To distract myself from completely losing it, I just started filming. Snapping photos, I tried to not think about anything and attempted to emotionally remove myself from the present changing my mindset from that of a survivor/victim to that of a filmmaker (Sort of like meditation...but...not really). I suppose it was important for me to be there and to see things with my own eyes; to have the opportunity for closure and to grieve because this house truly felt like a living, breathing thing. The anxiety seemed to manifest itself in the form of allergies so not only did my skin start to break out but my chest felt tight, tight, tight. It almost felt exactly like the night of the fire. Normally, in stressful situations, my ever-reliable adrenaline kicks into high gear and I feel strong and competent. That night however, my lungs betrayed me and I found myself struggling to breathe let alone think. So when I heard my sister yell from the door that WE NEEDED TO LEAVE NOW! I dropped whatever it was I thought I still had time to do and ran to the car.
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I seemed to have forgotten the purpose of our visit which was to leave water for Missy, the cat. As skittish as she is, she managed to survive. She has not been particularly interested in coming back with us so every other day, Scott, our neighbor or my mother and father-in-law bring her food and fresh water.
There was point during my documenting that I stood there for what seemed like forever carefully examining the ashes as if I would actually find something even remotely recognizable. It took me a few moments, and I did find a few things mostly electronics which made my heart sink. My old iPod, my Kindle, our desktop, my Cinema Camera.
The two barbeque grills which Katrina and I had fussed over trying to stand upright from the strong winds were on the ground. They must have fallen again and for some reason did not burn. It made me think, could that have been an early sign? A warning in itself? BBQ grills down! Fire coming! LEAVE NOW! Then again, how could we have known? We were out there picking up things that had been knocked over by 50mph winds and there was no sign of fire. Then, not even 25 minutes later, the smell of smoke was in the air and a bright glow crept up from the side of the property.
Every now and then, thoughts like this come to me --to us-- but we quickly remind each other that there is nothing we could have done differently that would change our situation now. Truly, it is all about just moving forward from here on out. My mind however, constantly relives those minutes of inferno and I find myself thinking about it more often than I should. Yes, I am still upset about it. I am upset about a lot of events that took place in my life this year.
2017 has been a rough year for me my family.
Just so that I don’t completely fall off the deep end in moments of sadness, I try to cope as best I can through the Marie Kondo method from The life-changing magic of tidying up. When I feel like I am having difficulty letting go of things in my mind, I just need to remember to say 'thanks’.
So here it goes:
For the things lost that can never be recovered like like my grandmother's necklace, letters from friends that have passed, memories immortalized on tapes to never been played again...goodbye and thank you for giving me joy and thank you for the role you played in my life.
Upside, our Yoda mug survived! Also, I now own more pairs of jeans now than I ever did in college or even in my whole entire existence! Thank you, everyone for your generous donations. We are eternally grateful.
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Update: We are now cleared for clean up but we’ve learned that in order to get power on the property a building would need to be established first. Oh well. One day at a time.
Onward!
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There is no benchmark anywhere in life that says you have to have this or this figured out. Life is hard, being an adult is hard. I’m 45 and I have a panic attack standing in line at the grocery store when I have to pay for my groceries! I freak out when I’m like yes I’m hurrying to put my check card away back off! LOL my oldest son is 20 and he says he feels bad that he doesn’t have his drivers license by now. I said who said you gotta have anything by now? Live your life, be you, love yourself and don’t pretend to be someone you aren’t. It will work itself out. At least it did for me. Life is too short to make yourself into something that makes you unhappy!
Yes I have actual #panic attacks when I am even in self check out at the store. Irrational as it may seem. I hyperventilate while I take my wallet out of my purse to pay for my groceries, and then when I put it back sweat trickles down my back while I am feeling stared at by probably no one! It’s ludicrous and silly!
Did you know that I have 2 #cats (Ash and Yoda) as my #emotional support animals? They each have their designated roles for me and help me cope. Ash who is grey and white, and meows like (not to be mean) but she meows like a crying baby - she helps keeps my brain in check. Like #grounded if that makes sense.
And Yoda she is my #alpha cat. When I buy them new toys or beds which tends to be more frequent than I’d like to admit will claim everything including the box it came in. But she knows when I am having a #panic attack. She lets her presence know by meowing before doing anything. Be it jumping on the couch, trying to help me balance my check book by ripping the receipts up - even tho I tell her not to. She lets out a short #meow. As to say I’m here pay attention human I am here to take care of you because I know you need me. Which 9 times out of 10 I do. I wish I could bring both of them with me when I go out but that’s frowned upon here. Plus they don’t like the kennels I’ve bought them, and I’m 1 person. I can’t carry both of them.
Yoda will climb on the couch or into bed with me and sit ON me until my #panic attacks pass. I’m not sure how she knows she just does.
I also have #cptsd. This is due to prolonged exposure emotional and mental abuse as a child. And even as an adult. I know no one is perfect. But I grew up in a traditional samurai Japanese household. What my parents said went. No questions asked. The word #NO was not apart of the English language or part of any conversation I had with them. I wasn’t a troubled child but was seen as one. My score in my family compared to my younger sister was a big fat goose egg.
She was the #golden child. I was not. Why you may ask? She did what she was told. She as I’ve heard #taylor swift say, she was the girl that smiled and waved. Did as she was told, never making waves. I #made waves. Not big ones. But like my sister was in AP everything, not me. I was a failure. She got straight A’s, I got A’s and B’s and gasp the occasional C. I remember once I got a D. I was tormented for it for months.
Did I not know that these grades (at the age of 7) would follow me for the rest of my life? #and that I bring shame to my family for such humiliation?! I never felt that this was my sister’s fault. This was just my parents. So my sister and I were still close. We’re 3 yrs apart.
As we got older, I remember her telling me that she had developed depression and anxiety too. But dealt with it by sticking her head in the sand because she saw what I went through with my parents. (My therapist wanted them to come to my sessions - my dad said no. That it was my problem that I needed to fix on my own. Why did he need to be there?) so she pretended like it was all fine. When it wasn’t. I told her she could talk to me if she wanted to. She never did. I’m guessing it’s just easier to pretend #everything is ok. Even when I’ve told her #it’s ok not to be ok.
If any of you need someone to talk to, please respond to this message I am more than happy to listen. Not necessarily give advice. Cause I’m not a dr. But I can be your friend if you want. Even if it’s once, or a million. This is a #judgment free zone. I also have a YouTube channel that’s the same way. #love is love.
I know what it feels like to be alone. And #it’s no fun. Wanna looks me up on YouTube? That’s me! I am a nobody. A small insignificant channel. I barely have 1,100 subs. I’m striving for it though. I really want to hit 2,000. I doubt I’ll get there. (Not enough people care about our my message!)
We talk about #art therapy, #yarn, #epoxy resin (I just moved from HI to OK but I do used to do live resin pours. I’m trying to get my craft area in order so I can start again), we also talk about #chronic illnesses - I have several and it sucks. We talk about #chronic pain which I also have, which also sucks.
We talk about having #fibromyalgia yes it’s a thing, despite what some drs say. We discuss #mental illnesses, which I also have and how hard it is to manage. We talk about how #art therapy helps manage these things and how nice it is sometimes to see on YouTube or wherever that there are other people like us out there. Cause it’s lonely sometimes thinking you might be the only one who has, #fibromyalgia, #chronic pain. These subjects are all hard things to talk about. I know. But I want to talk about them. People find me boring or annoying, or I bring them down. Maybe that’s why my channel isn’t growing?
Sometimes I lay in bed at night asking myself what’s wrong with me other than the obvious incurable diseases I have. I’m on so many medications, and I still have medical problems they can’t figure out. It’s a joke.
IDK maybe that’s why I’m here on Tumblr. LOL even though I still don’t know how this works 3 yrs later. Hahahaha!! I’m such a #boomer even tho I’m a millennial. Right? I’m 45. Go figure.
A mom, with 2 sons and a wonderful husband who takes care of me when I have a flare from my #fibro. Cause when you have a flare - it hurts so much even your #teeth, #hair and #skin hurt. Heck it hurts to #laugh!
Did you know that I haven’t been on a REAL vacation in over a decade? It’s sad. I would give my last #breath to my husband, or children before I ever would take a #vacation!
In all seriousness if you are in need to chat with someone cause you feel stuck? Or deal with the same or similar things that I do, please comment! Or head over to my youtube channel and comment. I do my best to comment to my members. (Oh and I don’t call them my subscribers. Yall are #ohana members. Cause you’re family. I find subscribers impersonal. I like having you as apart of my family.) I was born and raised in HI. And ohana is important in HI. I miss mine even if it’s contentious. They’re still my family.
And since my last post I lost my dad. He died during Covid. It’s weird cause it’s like time was before #Covid and after #Covid. Right? He died on 4/21/21 of a sudden cardiac arrest. My mom had just retired 4 months prior. They were planning on taking my oldest son to #Japan for his high school #graduation gift together. As the oldest I had to plan the funeral which was hard because of #covid. My husband was a big upset with this cause right before my dad passed away, my dad told me that he didn’t believe a single word I was saying about my illnesses. That I was just attention seeking. Cause I really love taking ll my meds and being poked and jabbed all the time for fun. But, his mom (my grandma) died in December of 2021. I was super close with her. I just want a break from life.
Anyway no said life was #easy or #happy right? Come join my #ohana where no one gets left behind. See what #silliness or #not so silliness we get up to. #Chat if you want. Or don’t. It’s a #no judgment zone, and #no one says you have to be somewhere or do some benchmark just cause you’re x yrs old.