The tank of the litter

my foster kitten pinenut is so bouncy when shes playing. light on her feet, that girl

I need some help... Again

As some of ya'll know, I'm being assessed as a connected carer for a family member. That's fine. That's cool. But the legal situation is very... Messy. Which means I don't get financial support from the council like I should. At least, not for a while. Having a baby tho is very expensive and even more with the extra requirements the council services have heaped on top of me caring for a baby.

So, once again, I have to ask for help. Anything ya'll have to spare will be beyond appreciated. If you want art, you can commission me. If you want prints, I can do them. Just... I honestly need the help right now.

Please.

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Look who came out all on his own today! He even let me give him scritches! 🥹

And then ABSOLUTE CHAOS erupted in the house, and outside the cage was no longer a good time. Not sure he's going to try that again for a couple days. 🙃

4 more foster kittens, we have to name them so hmu with any suggestions

I let them run around outside their cage while working, and it was total chaos to have six kittens scampering around my feet!

Fostering by Dee_Laundry

Johnlock Love Letters #2331

John had, a few times, dreamed of a miracle. But, of course, that’s not how their reunion actually happened.

i have some plans once i finished the fanfic, i think i might make a few one-shots after it's finished but i still don't know for certain!! i do know i think i have a few other spider-man fanfics, but I'm thinking more along the lines of iron-man parental figure role yk

I was a wealthy author and fostering my cousins (who were now primary school-aged children?) and their tennis coach was Bollywood star Hrithik Roshan.

After they spent ages on a plastic playground slide, Hrithik got all up in my face about them being terrible students then angrily asked me to give him all my best books. I told him I only had ten books out and he got frustrated and told me to make more.

Another Natasha

Idk if anyone still thinks about BuckyQuest, but I sometimes do. So, I 😂 wrote a little story within the BuckyQuest universe 😂 This is for the @sambuckylibrary’s TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 for the prompt “Skrulls”. I hope y'all enjoy this little BuckyQuest fic! 🥰

Another Natasha

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 2.8K |

Summary: BuckyQuest's Sam and Bucky agree to take care of a kid for a day or so as Brunnhilde sorts out the child's living situation.

Excerpt:

"There’s a child,” said Becca, stopping in her tracks at the front of the living room, “Did you two have a child when we were gone?” Riley bumped into Becca, staring excitedly at little Natasha. “When were you going to tell us we were going to have a baby sister?” exclaimed Riley. “What? No. We didn’t – that’s not how either of us having a baby would work. We didn’t have a random child overnight. She’s four,” said Bucky. “Could have been an extraterrestrial biology thing. We don’t know all the alien species,” said Becca with a shrug. “And she’s staying here for a day. Maybe a few,” said Sam, “We’re fostering her as they figure out her living situation. Natasha – these are our kids, Becca and Riley. Becca and Riley, this is Natasha.”

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I fostered kittens for the first time and because I have Disney princess delulu syndrome where I believe I can make any animal love me, I got ✨ feral kittens who needed to be socialized ✨

I named them Wilbur (gray tabby) and Wynonna (tortie)

They were v hissy and clawy for the first uh good chunk of time.

I had them for 3 weeks (they were on the waitlist to be fixed at the animal shelter so they could be adopted out) and by the end they were begging for attention and were lap cats :’) they got SO brave had the chance to act like kittens instead of hiding, and I’m so proud of them. (They got adopted right away because they’re the best. Obvi. I’m just waiting for more to be available bc fostering slaps)

Thanks @pallisia and @videochess for having cool streams because they’re my comfort vods and helped the kittens get used to people talking 🫶 I think I played like most of sonic werewolf and gengy for them

She’s eepy

What was the tacit "hostage" agreement when Quentyn was sent to Yronwood to foster? Like, was it "as long as Quentyn's here, we know Oberyn won't kill any of our other family members, lest we kill Quentyn?" Or "no matter what geopolitical mess comes up, you'll have to do what we say, cuz we have Quentyn?"

I think on the surface, the idea was that Quentyn would be taken from the Martell family and re-branded, so to speak, as an Yronwood in all but name. Oberyn Martell had seemingly (certainly in the view of the Yronwoods) murdered old Lord Yronwood, removing not just a member of the family but the head of the family with no legal repercussions. This event created what Doran grimly refers to as a "blood debt" in discussing the situation with Mellario: without going so far as to judicially murder a member of the Martell family to even the score, the Yronwoods would remove a son of House Martell and raise him as an Yronwood, in a way replacing Lord Edgar (at least as an individual in the overall count of the Yronwood dynasty). The longterm, if not precisely permanent, absence of Quentyn from the Martell family unit would not only echo the actually permanent absence of the dead Lord Edgar, but also serve as a reminder to Prince Doran that the Yronwoods were a powerful enough family within Dorne to demand, and receive, a prince and the second in line to Sunspear as recompense - in other words, a family not to cross with impunity.

Now obviously, as Gyldayn notes (reflecting on another fostering arrangement), "every ward is also a hostage, as a wise man once said". In a worst case scenario, if the Martells committed some further major transgression or grievous insult against the Yronwoods, it might have seemed at least possible that the Yronwoods would kill Quentyn. It's not, to be clear, that I think Lord Anders was actually looking to do as much: indeed, Quent seems to have felt very fond of and comfortable as a de facto member of the whole Yronwood family, from the foster father to whom he pointedly gave the honor of knighting him to the foster brother who was his best friend to the foster sister whom he dreamed of eventually marrying (a comfort Anders returned by sending his heir, two of his sworn swords, and his kinsman Arch with Quentyn across the Narrow Sea). Nevertheless, the mere fact of Quentyn's fostering with the family most openly opposed to the Martells generally and Doran's family (specifically his brother) in particular may have made it seem like there was a sword over Quentyn's head so long as he was with the Yronwoods.

I’m a poop coach

Helix update!

He is now in a proper flight cage, on a healthy diet with zero sunflower seeds and polishes his bowl clean, pellets and all. Talons have been trimmed as much as they can be, we need to wait for the quicks to receed to get them to the right length. He is still very hand shy and doesn't come out willingly, but he will take a treat from my hand.

Today I read him two storybooks and found him completely entranced. He loved it so much that he almost made it all the way out of the cage. We're making progress!

This was his first bath since he arrived, done all by himself. 🥰

Scared to foster? Read this! From @emiliexfosters on Instagram: The phrase “I could never foster, it would make me too sad to say goodbye” is something we rescuers hear quite often. And, though I know people don’t mean it like this, I always have to ask — do you think we don’t get sad sometimes?

There’s a cliche that goes something like, our hearts break so theirs never have to, and it really resonates with me. I totally understand that the thought of giving up an animal you love could seem heartbreaking, but the alternative is that they die in the shelter…doesn’t the thought of that make you *more* sad? Because it sure devastates me.

I’ll be honest with you guys, the first few groups of bottle babies I fostered had me *weeping* on adoption day. I honestly didn’t know if I could do it. I had poured my heart and soul to raising those kittens, my life revolved around them, and all of a sudden they were just…gone. But — and I mean this from the bottom of my heart — I never cry on adoption day anymore. Like, literally ever.

Don’t get me wrong, I sometimes feel a little pang of sadness for the ones I really bond with (*cough*complex medical cases who almost die on me like 30 times*cough*), but 99% of the time, I’m filled with excitement at the thought of the their new life AND the new animals I’ll be able to save.

I know fostering can seem scary, but as the song goes: Just trust me you’ll be fine ❤️