My afternoon has been:
6 kittens, 5 weeks old
8 kittens, age currently unknown, literally 5 minutes after finishing with the 6 kittens
One seizuring 3 month old feral kitten that was euthanized and is being treated as a rabies suspect
One older kitten from the adoption floor that we literally just discovered has ringworm
2 kittens on the adoption floor who have gone untreated for coccidia for a week because I'm the only person who checks the labwork ever.
One skinny, dehydrated kitten with URI and his brother who is on bite quarantine (but we have the fvrcp to him too anyways)
NaNoWriMo Day #11
Today's prompt isn't a Harry Potter one like I said it would be yesterday, but that's because I'm sick and writing makes my head hurt (٥↼_↼) so instead, I grabbed one of @stealingyourbones prompts off the @batpham-discord-highlights server and ended up drawing it! Now, for it to count per my own rules, I have to write something to go with it, so I will, but it will be short (^～^;)ゞ
Jason didn't set out to adopt two traumatized teens with super powers, but then, he'd come to realize that Bruce, for all his faults, had been the same way. The difference was, Jason refused to fail his sons the way Bruce had failed his own kids. While Jason's new biggest fear was turning out just like either of his fathers, his kids constantly reassured him he was doing pretty well.
He did his best to train his kids, both in and out of suit, helped them with their homework, and made sure they spent time being kids instead of fighting crime (if Captain Marvel suddenly started taking more days off from the League, well, the big three could only feel relief). He also did his best to keep his kids off the Bat's radar, at least until they were both sixteen and could use their powers competently in either of their forms. He'd almost succeeded in that last one when a mass Arkham breakout had called for all hands on deck. He had tried to leave his kids behind, but Danny and Billy were insistent. Thus, Hood's Ravens, named after Odin's own raven companions, Hugin and Munin, took flight through Gotham.
Through the mission brief and the first part of the roundup, Hugin and Munin stuck close to Red Hood, keeping their powers mostly under wraps. They were doing surprisingly well in such a large scale mission, in Jason's opinion. Sure, they'd both had previous experience with fighting large groups or for long periods separately, the kind of teamwork they were displaying, working as two parts of a whole, brought Jason a sense of pride. He'd been the one to teach them that, after all.
Suddenly, Babs let out a frustrated growl over comms. "I just lost connection to half the cameras in the city, I'm nearly as blind as you guys. You're going to have to do this the old fashioned way until I can figure out what happened," she said.
Jason shared a look with his sons and sighed, silencing whatever protest or reassurance the others were flooding the comms line with. "You two sure about this?" He got twin nods. "Alright. You know the rules. Stay out of sight, don't engage if you don't have to. Hugin, you take East side, Munin, you take West side. Go." Both boys were suddenly airborne, one flying East and the other flying West. He watched them fly for a bit before getting back to work. He trusted them to follow his rules and to know their limits. They could do this.
Soon, nearly identical voices were feeding real time information directly to the bats, each raven playing the role of "eye in the sky" surprisingly well for fifteen year olds. They directed the closest free bat or bird to problem areas, they rescued trapped or injured civilians, and most of all, they listened to any suggestions or corrections Babs gave them and adjusted accordingly. Jason was so unbelievably proud of his sons, he was fit to burst from it all. He couldn't understand how Bruce had never buried them all under mountains of praise if he'd ever felt even half as proud of his bats and birds as Jason was of his ravens in that moment.
Eventually, things calmed down enough that Jason wasn't exactly surprised to sense the big man himself dropping onto the roof behind him. Jason let Bruce watch him as he continued to watch his sons flying over and through the city, giving directions and helping when needed. They stood there like that for a few minutes before Jason sighed. "What is it, old man?"
"Those kids, Hugin and Munin. Who are they."
Jason felt the pit rise up at Bruce's tone, feasting on the riot of pride, anxiety, joy, fear, and anger. He wondered if the green he was seeing was real or imaginary as he turned to look over his shoulder at his adoptive father. "Those are my sons," he growled.
There (；^ω^）I hope that satisfies! It's only thanks to ibuprofen that I was able to get through writing that much, so thank you modern pharmaceuticals ✧���(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
Whether or not Danny and Billy are actually related (ie long lost twins, cousins, clones, brothers really close in age) or just doppelgangers is up to the reader, but the point is they're practically identical when just standing next to each other, but suit them up as Red Hood's Ravens, Hugin and Munin, they're indistinguishable until one goes invisible and the other starts shooting spells at things. In fact, Danny and Billy regularly "switch" who is Hugin and who is Munin. They usually discuss beforehand who is going to be who for a given period of time, but sometimes one of their power sets is better suited for a situation and they'll switch on a dime. Of course, this is only possible because their suits are identical in every way, being based heavily on Dick's Nightwing costume (specifically the Young Justice version) with red ravens on their chests instead of the bat on Jason's. Neither has a preferred weapon to deal with as they're both hand to hand fighters when they're not using their powers (Danny's ecto/ice blasts and Billy's spells), either. They do both still show up as their first alter egos, Phantom and Captain Marvel, fairly regularly, but Jason ensures they get plenty of rest and down time while still doing their school and homework.
I might have more to add later, but I'm drowning in snot and the ibuprofen is trying to wear off, so I'm going to leave it there. If anyone wants to continue this, please let me and @stealingyourbones know so we can enjoy it, too! (◠‿・)—☆
Have a good morning/day/night!
Assumptions about dish drying cabinets I've debunked in Facebook since 4am because I woke up and can't fall back asleep:
"What about the bottom shelf?!" There's none.
"It will get moldy!" It doesn't. Because there's no bottom shelf so there's good airflow.
"The sides will warp!" They really don't. Because there's no bottom shelf so there's good airflow.
"Where the water goes?" There's sink underneath.
"How do you utilize to top shelf?" That's where rarely used dishes go to be forgotten.
"But the mold!!" IF THE CABINET GET'S MOLDY, YOUR HOME HAS BIGGER ISSUES THAN THE CABINET WITH NO BOTTOM SHELF!
Hey would u consider doing a post of your favourite hats and accessories, and one of your fav skin details? I love your sims
hi, ty! i already did some skin details here
*simsfinds/simsdom | **sims resource
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15*
1** | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
Right, so, to illustrate my point as succinctly as I can...
This is attachment:
Ezra leaning hard into the Dark Side, grasping for just a shred more power, more control, in order to prevent anything bad from ever possibly happening to his friends again, out of the guilt and self-blame he feels, and want to spare himself from.
Ezra treating said friends like objects he personally has to keep in his possession, under his control, because he’s afraid to lose them and he doesn’t trust them to make the correct decisions.
Ezra tempted to literally change reality for a chance to have Kanan and his parents back.
...is not attachment.
Relationships are not attachment. The inability to let go and accept loss is attachment. Please, please I am begging you, look up Lucas’s own comments about how and why Anakin fell in the Prequel Trilogy, “attachment” has a very specific definition when it comes to Jedi and How The Force Works 101.
Ezra demonstrating how you overcome attachment; by accepting the loss, acknowledging that it happened, allowing yourself to feel and process that guilt and grief and sadness, and then letting go to find internal balance and serenity.
It is so easy to be a hippie and a pacifist when your military is strong enough to protect you from a possible attack.
It is so easy to "both sides uwu" things when it's not you who is being bombed.
It is easy to be anti-army when your very life does not depend on your army's ability to protect you.
It's a sign of immense priviledge.