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#no place to shovel the snow
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You haven’t known hell until you’ve lived through a winter in a major city with only street parking.
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uncuteartist · 3 months
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"Delivery attempted, but front door or driveway was not accessible."
Bruh, the driveway is just as accessible as the road right now and there's no way you couldn't fit a package containing two (2) USB cables in the mailbox, which is right next to the road.
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gladumfdoodles · 4 months
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I am having a horrific start to my day
I couldn't recognize the bug, so it wasn't a common one for this area, and while I'm normally okay with bugs, I am not okay with bug jumpscares and also unidentifiable bugs that look vaguely like spiders
this keeps happening to me too, I had a beetle in my hair a few weeks ago and one in my bra last summer
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locatellini · 3 months
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I’m not back from the dead (yet) but I just wanted to come on here say that FCS matches repeatedly getting cancelled because of heavy rain and the lack of a drainage system at Ludwigspark stadium is soooo Saarbrücken coded I want to scream
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owlthex · 1 year
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Thanks, national safety council, I'll just not leave my house this winter.
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gojonanami · 4 months
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alright had to shovel 😭 and now gonna curl up and finish replying to asks ✨
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carneflower13 · 4 months
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i really hope that red jacket seymour wears isn't the only thing he has for colder weather bc im pretty sure winters in new york get cold as fuck
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ilajue · 1 year
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nothing shows off a lousy government like a natural disaster
#godddd its been a time#rant a lil sorry#we shoveled out a bunch of cars today#we where very lucky and have had power and heat but my friends and neighbors have not been as lucky#i had friends who had to walk through a blizzard on christmas so they didnf freeze in their apartments#and i know its a natural disaster i know its nature and its unpredictable but we on the human side have the ability to respond to it well#or badly 😐 like the response time for getting people out of their freezing colapsing homes is unforgivable#when shit like this storm happens the cracks in the system widen and more people fall through#because its not just people freezing to death its people freezing because they lost power because of a faulty power grid and landlords with#no acountability from the law and roads that werent plowed and more people on the street in the first place because of the rent increases#that could have been prevented and its public housing literally collapsing in on itself because even in a city famous for getting its shit#pushed in by snow every year the city just cant do more then scrape together barely passable cheap and dangerous housing#its deplorable#this isnt even the first time this winter that our mayor and his administration have been way to late on the draw#there was an insane storm about a month ago that hit the south towns and it took days for the roads to be cleared#that shits dangerous#also roads where notably in pooer areas and coincidentally black areas because its a shitty redlined nightmare here and in his 5 ugly years#as mayor my guy hasnt really done anything about it like we still have a shit ton of food deserts too like even if people could get out#theres not really enough grocery stores in a lot of areas#but yeah it lierally happened less than a month ago where we knew there was a storm and prepared and they still took 4 days to get to side#streets which is dangerous as fuck and even more this time because people are losing power and could seriously need medical treatment#but yeah to bring it back around instead of really fully enjoying christmas time me and my cousins have been digging people out cause even#though the city didnt plow our street until this afternoon you bet your ass theyre coming to ticket cars on the wrong side of the road#i almost feel guilty for having a warm christmas with my family when ik what the past few days hve looked like for some of my friends#idk#we do what we can#brought soup and handwarmers to who we could get to
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pendraegon · 2 years
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im over this. where’s winter
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clowndensation · 1 year
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I'M HOME
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It's a grey, miserable day of driving wet sleet and it only goes downhill from here, and basically I'm going to need all the summer haters who were so annoying this year to send me 100 bucks and a handwritten apology note
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fryshrimp · 1 month
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cant wait to go outside tomorrow! (sarcasm)
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squid--inc · 2 months
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bout to join the war on snow on the side of snow, motherfucker, it will not fuckin stop
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dandyshucks · 4 months
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whoever had the bright idea of making cobblestone/brick pathways with cement ledges that ARE NOT flush with the stones when the pathways belong to a house located in the north should be drawn and quartered btw. it makes shoveling so ridiculously difficult. THUMBS DOWN.
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hotniatheron · 1 year
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i just think it’s unfair that i finally live somewhere where they’ll shovel snow out of the driveway for me and it hasn’t snowed enough to do that
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charliemwrites · 5 months
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Bark, bark, snort, grrr
(The ex idea comes from @st-el-la-luna, absolutely brilliant darling ❤️)
Content: Voyeurism, Mild Injury, Possessive/Protective Behavior
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Johnny, for all his quirks and… weirdly human tendencies, is an incredibly good sport. Particularly about letting you put him in Santa hats and wreaths, ugly sweaters and snow socks. He poses for every picture so dutifully, looks so serious and annoyed up until you plant smooches on his head or cheek and that silly lupine grin comes out.
He’s been your perfect little heater ever since the heater started to go on the fritz. It keeps shutting off or turning itself lower than it’s meant to be, leaving you shivering before you realize something is amiss. It’s not so broken that you’re willing to interrupt your solitude to have someone come fix it. But you’re grateful for a big fluffy body laying on your feet or snuggling under the blankets with you.
As the winter sets in, you tromp out with him in the snow a lot. Often use his sturdy shoulders and better footing as a crutch to navigate without slipping. He always gets fussy when you do, dancing in his feet and snuffling at your coat, urging you up.
One morning you wake up after a fresh snow, expecting that you’ll have to clear the driveway and porch - only to find it freshly shoveled and salted. It would spook you, except you’re sure Johnny would have woken you up barking his head off if it was anything to worry about.
Your mother calls about holiday plans in mid-November. You hedge around any commitments, hand buried in Johnny’s fur, saying that you don’t want to leave your precious pup at home.
The combined efforts of both your parents, your sister, and a cousin you actually like makes you cave eventually though. They promise it’ll just be family, that you can even bring Johnny. You grimace at that - debate getting him some meds from the vet…. But he’s been doing better on walks in town.
The weird assurance that it’ll “just be family” should have been a red flag.
When you arrive at your parents’ place, several gift bags and Johnny (with a bow tie on his collar) in tow, you find your ex there. On the couch. Next to your least-favorite cousin and your sister.
“What’s he doing here?” you ask sharply.
“Well, you two were engaged—”
Johnny’s ears shoot straight up as you tense.
“Yeah, and then he cheated.”
“People make mistakes. If you would just hear him out.”
“I don’t care what he has to say. And I don’t care what you have to say either.”
You drop the bags in a heap and click your tongue for Johnny. He falls in with you instantly, leaning up against your side. You get all the way to your car before you hear your ex’s voice calling your name.
You try to hurry, but there’s ice and the last thing your dignity can take is slipping right now. Luckily, you have the perfect deterrent before you ex can even get within arm’s reach.
Johnny snarls, so deep and loud you feel it in your own chest.
“Jesus!” your ex cries, coming up short. “Where did you get that thing?!”
“Johnny picked me. More than I can say for you.”
“Don’t be like that, I’m picking you now.”
“Oh, did your girl best friend lose all her daddy’s money?”
His cheeks light up neon. Huh. Got it in one.
Then he dares another step and Johnny lunges. You just get a hold of his harness but it’s enough ward your ex off a bit more.
“He’s very loyal,” you add. “Also more than I can say for you.”
“Baby, just listen—”
“An upgrade all around, I think.”
You round your car, climb into the driver’s seat with Johnny standing guard, then let him clamber over you into the passenger’s seat. At the front door, most of your family is gathered and staring. You flip off your ex one last time before peeling out of there.
The tears come after you’ve gotten back home. Johnny licks your face until you stop crying, then leads you inside. The two of you curl up on the couch together, his face buried in your stomach. You fall asleep there and dream of a man’s voice whispering love and comfort in your ear.
A week later, your ex shows up.
You’re out in the yard with Johnny, watching him zoom through the snow and laughing as he speeds by. Your ex must hear you because he comes round the side of the house.
And Johnny. Goes. Ballistic.
Literally, he hits your ex like a missile, taking him into the snow and snarling like something from hell. He’s got his teeth in your ex’s designer coat, ripping it to shreds. It’s frightening; you’ve never felt safer.
“Johnny!” you call. A growl. You walk closer, kick a bit of snow at both of them. “Johnny, down! Leave it!”
And he does, finally does, though not without taking a good chunk of fabric with him. Your ex, wide-eyed and pale, panting, doesn’t bother to say a word. He scrambles away while Johnny barks after him, all canine and spit.
You hum as he returns to you, fabric in his mouth, tail wagging.
“What a good boy,” you coo, taking the partial sleeve and inspecting it. Louis Vuitton, it looks like. “Very good. My perfect boy.”
You drop his prize into the snow and snort as he wastes no time peeing on it. Well, that’s gonna stay there. Forever.
“C’mon bud, you deserve a treat.”
Johnny follows you happily inside, a new pep in his step.
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