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#but not those super pets
babblingflowers · 2 years
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Here we a picture of my all time favorite Marvel character.
And also Bucky.
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arckiaym · 1 month
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Saw that xb's doggie left the mortal coil, for lack of a better way to say it. Rest in peace sweet boy, you'll be loved for ever and ever.
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nichsia · 6 months
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Do you think they eventually talk about how they feel? How both of them are ignoring each other's talents? How they're constantly being upstaged or betrayed? Also... their romantic tension..?
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creekfiend · 1 year
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I fucking hate the veganism fights like all fights online have no nuance and are in super bad faith but man the veganism one is just... something else
I've never heard any vegans be like 'yeah I don't care about agricultural workers lol' and I've never heard anyone who thinks that animal products can be consumed ethically be like 'ha ha factory farm/slaughterhouse/meat packing plant employees can go die actually!'
I think. People who feel strongly about what we are eating in general do care about Pretty Much Everything
I'm friends with some vegans vegetarians and they're friends with me and like... it's. Fine. And not in a 'we Don't Talk About It' way at all!!!! In a like 'we can talk about food systems and what we would ideally like to be able to do within them'
I'm someone who tried to be vegetarian once and had to stop for health reasons. I'd love to be able to only eat animal products from small local farms who i trust to treat all their animals ethically but for health and money reasons can't rn. None of my friends who eat differently than me are mean about that? I don't know comma man it's just. I think we all care a lot about everything actually. Which is why everyone's so fucking mad lmao
This is a pointless post which is why no one can reblog it 🥲 I just feel like omfg the veganism fight has the BIGGEST STRAWMEN IN THE WORLD its like ... straw mechas
Actually that's a really good mental image. Strawmechas. Bad ass
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sysig · 1 month
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Bunnies and piggies (Patreon)
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shinygemstone · 3 months
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Reblog if you think that those cars with two seats up front and a row in the back with a very thin middle seat/sometimes a cupholder are only meant to seat four people
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skeletalheartattack · 5 months
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We're going to the zoo. Love the animals?
person who's only ever watched super metroid speedruns voice: kill the animals
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ilonacho · 2 years
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💙❤🌕Bella Notte🌕❤💙
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paradoxikaa · 7 months
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hey. elias hodge autistic headcanon, hm?
more in the tags, mild spoilers of ep 2
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actual-changeling · 7 months
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having a bit of a time and i could really use a distraction so if you have any ficlet requests please send them in, my ask box is open!
can be absolutely anything good omens related (or on the rare chance that there's someone who shares more of my fandoms those are completely fine too)
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madegeeky · 8 months
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My 8-year-old daughter, who has a deep and abiding love of bugs: I wanna catch a cicada killer!
My husband: Just make sure to catch a male one! Those don't have stingers.
My daughter, who has no ability to understand dangerous when it comes to her deep and abiding love of bugs: Look what I caught.
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(Y'all, I do not know how she didn't get stung or bit. Look at that fucking stinger and mandibles.)
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reddogcollar · 5 months
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I like magma you can see other people's cursors so whenever I zoomed out I just saw my friends cursor wildly hovering around his chest
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baby-meringue · 7 months
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I FINALLY SAW THE BARBIE MOVIE!!
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amazing movie! it is fun but it can also be deep! i recommend it if u have been living under a rock!
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konmari-dogs · 1 year
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god damn i just love the genetics behind this dog
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rot-dogz · 1 month
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theres no ethical way to own exotic pets btw 👍👍
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deluxewhump · 2 years
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Martin Olson
two: pet interview
Summary: Martin Olson has been given his friend Erik’s pet for safekeeping, while he deals with legal trouble. Martin has long coveted this particular pet, and wants to take things slow and win him over. He’s not an unreasonable man, after all. (This is an AU where Carlo never went to Max, if you know the original)
CW: creepy whumper, pet whump/slavery, carewhumper depending on your definition of that word, discussion of dubcon touching
The very next day, Martin Olsen sent a Lyft to the house to bring Carlo to the office. It was bold, handing him that kind of dizzying, dangerous freedom on day two. But he had no doubt no pet of Erik’s (and for eight years, at that) would be as reckless as to bolt at the first sight of an open door.
He was right.
“You should’ve grabbed a coat, love,” Martin said, beckoning the boy into his office. His sales support girl, Melinda, eyed Carlo up and down from her desk, guessing his measurements. He’d told her to order clothes for his new pet whenever she had a moment, and now she had the model to go off.
He sat the boy on the other side of his desk. It was dark and drizzly, looking more like evening outside his tenth story office window than midday.
He wanted to get a feel for this boy. He’d skimmed his file last night, but it had only left him more of a mystery.
“I thought we could talk during office hours,” he said, sitting at his desk. He closed his laptop and crossed one leg over the other. “Please, try to relax. You look like you’re getting your first performance review. I thought you’d be more comfortable having this preliminary discussion in public than in private.”
Carlo sat further back in the chair, suddenly self conscious of how stiffly he’d been sitting. His hair was brushed soft and pushed out of his face, and he wore a baby blue sweater that once belonged to Martin’s now college-aged son, Blake. Its cable knit neck was too big for Carlo, which Martin found oddly endearing.
“I’ve already agreed to take care of you, Carlo,” he said carefully, in the same voice he used to commence a meeting. “That’s an agreement between myself and Erik. That will never be up for discussion. I will always feed you, I will always give you a bed. You’ll have access to medical and dental care.” Martin smiled softly. “You can’t lose any of that.”
“But that’s all my agreement is, with your master. There is no agreement, currently, between you and me. It’s a blank page. And by the looks of you, you’re feeling a little lost.”
Rain began to pat the window. Carlo looked out past him at the winter grey of downtown, the glass faced buildings reflecting the dark sky. He twisted his ring and pinky fingers in his other hand, like he could wring something out.
“So I’d like to have a conversation. Nothing binding, nothing final. Just a conversation. I’d like to know what it is you want, Carlo. Other than to go home, which I can’t give to you, for reasons outside of everyone’s control. What is it you want? What is it that you don’t want?”
Carlo looked back to him, processing. He was wary, but curious.
Martin sensed the barriers the boy had were mostly out of fear of being tricked, or hurt. Once he got through those, there would be nothing left but the cotton candy insides of a hopeful little pet.
“How about a word. What’s a word that comes to mind? Something you want? Remember, this is preliminary. Throw something at the wall, see if it sticks.”
Carlo swallowed. “Uhm. Warm?” he offered.
Martin tilted his head. He knew Erik employed sleep deprivation to get his way, but he wasn’t aware of this one. “Very interesting. Warm. That can be arranged. Anything else?”
Carlo licked his pretty lips, unsure.
“How about something a little less open ended? Just your gut reaction to whatever I say. Yes no or maybe.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want to travel with me?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you enjoy being alone?”
“Yes, Sir. Some-sometimes.”
“Do you like to be shown off?”
He hesitated. This was a dangerous question, and they both knew it. Martin let him off the hook and kept going.
“Do you like having assigned tasks each day?”
“If.. they’re doable. Yes. I like to work, Sir.”
Again, interesting.
“Would you call yourself shy?”
“…Yes.”
“Do you like or dislike being touched?”
Carlo studied the slow line of midday headlights that crept along the rainy highway, westbound towards the mountains. He opened his mouth, but hesitated.
“I guess that one deserves some qualifiers. Do you like being touched by your master?”
“Yes.”
“By Keith?”
“No.”
“By strangers?”
“No.”
He said it in emptier, almost breathless way that hinted just how much he did not like the idea of that.
“By me?”
Carlo gave him his full gaze now, heat creeping visibly into his cheeks.
“How about on the hair? Or the cheek? Don’t take it further than it’s meant.”
“Yes,” he whispered. “I think so.”
“Mm. Answer this; do you want me to update you on Erik’s situation as it unfolds? Or is that salt in the wound?”
Carlo looked back out the window at the highway. His throat bobbed and his eyes got glassy. He blinked, ashamed and trying very hard to regain his composure. “I’m sorry. It’s not... I’m sorry.”
“Hush. I’ll never hold loyalty against you, Carlo.”
He sniffed, his hands shaking as he swiped at his eyes.
“I want to know,” he said in a voice tight with tears. “I’d rather just know.”
Martin nodded slowly. “Then you’ll know. I’ll keep you apprised better than the gossip you’ll see on network news, I promise.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You have such pretty manners. I’d never have guessed you so much as set foot in a state home.”
Carlo looked up at him, caught off guard. His eyelashes were wet with tears, his lips parted. God, what a find. A state home. Imagine.
“Erik sent me your file. I skimmed it. It’s very impersonal, don’t worry. It doesn’t tell me anything about you other than where you’ve been.”
He looked like he wanted to put his heels on the chair and wrap his arms around his knees, but was too polite to do it. If it were not for the clear walls of this sleekly modern corporate office, he’d call the boy over right now and ask him if he liked to be held.
“I’ve got lunch on the way. I ordered sandwiches from the deli right around the corner, it’ll be here any minute. Will you eat with me before I send you home? They’re delicious.”
Carlo gave him a genuine little smile, though it was dogged on the corners with embarrassment from crying in his office.
“Excellent. And one more thing I want you to just tuck away in your brain, alright? You’re not here because I owed Erik a favor. He reached out to me because he knew I’d want you. I’d asked about you before. And I don’t tell you that to alarm you, though I do hope to flatter you, at some point. I tell you so you know you’re wanted here, with me. You’re not a favor. Don’t be afraid to ask for things. Don’t be afraid to occupy space.”
Carlo listened, the wariness in his eyes more of a lean hunger now. For a moment all they did was look at one another.
“Mr Olson?”
“Martin.”
“Martin. May I ask what you do? What is this office?”
Martin laughed. “Of course. I’ve seen your file but you’ve no idea of mine. We’re logistics. Trucks, shipping. In a nutshell- how everything gets where it’s going in the world. I’ve been here ten years.”
Carlo eyed the photos on his desk, the one of him and his two kids when they were younger, the one of he and Traci he hadn’t the heart to take down yet because they’d had such a good time in Amsterdam that weekend.
“May I ask something else?”
“Anything.”
“Do you think he’s gonna go to prison? Not just jail, I know he’s gonna go to jail but… get sentenced for a long time, I mean?”
Martin sighed, steepling his hands on his desk. “It’s possible, yeah. I don’t know what you likely know, and I don’t want to. The less I know the better. But from what they felt confident enough to charge him with… it could go either way.”
And now for the sugarcoat, for the homesick little pet in his office. “I know he’s gotten himself some world class lawyers. They’ll help.”
Carlo’s eyes were trained on the carpet, faraway. “I always thought he’d just leave the country,” he said absently. “And that he’d take me with him. Oh. Did he send you my passport?”
Martin nodded. Perhaps more than cotton candy inside.
“I guess that was pretty stupid to think. You can probably be extradited for what he did from just about anywhere, right?”
Martin smiled sadly. “I’d have to brush up. Look- food’s here. Get the door for Melinda, will you doll?”
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