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batwynn · 1 year

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Ok, genuinely, Ama*on wtf are you doing? My pages are the exact size you require for comics. The last time I submitted (the third time) you told me my images were overlapping the cut lines and said nothing about the page sizes. I’ve been trying to get the hard copy print of the third book submitted properly for three months now and it’s been nonstop errors and messages like this that aren’t???? A real problem?? You literally sent me a proof copy that was fine??? Did they just change the page sizes in the last few weeks? Am I loosing my mind???????????????*

*yes.

#fucking publishing nightmare #amazon publishing #fml #and my life’s choices #tw: amazon #I just don’t get it #is this their way of denying me publication for this book without actually doing that legally?#I passed all the censor stuff and proved that this was my work #I guess they scanned the internet and found it with different names on Webtoon and side eyed me #but that was done and fine??#now litterally EVERY TIME #it’s some error or issue #AUGH

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thecl0wnfather · 5 months

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crying actual tears whenever I remember that Halsin canonically does not have any body hair because he's A FUCKING ELF. i can't stand it. me want big hairy beefy elf man, let me have my big gay bear moment please ... his boobs must be so cold... *wipes tears*

edit: im blind, but he aint hairy enough. peach fuzz on a man that deserves a bush

#i thought about it #and now i understand why Halsin tends to appeal to me more in fanart #its because they give him body hair #and in game hes like... SMOOTHSKIN!!!#every time u take the body hair off of a big beefy man #an angel loses its wings #you guys feel me?#he looks so naked #if your disagree #yuor wrong sorry /j #Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Halsin #Halsin Silverbough #Litter.

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explodingcrayon · 2 months

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reminder as easter approaches to not give rabbits or ducks as gifts

both are animals that require special care (no, not all animals are just different shapes of cats or dogs) and can live up to 10 years if well cared for

they're not toys, they're living creatures that require love, care, special diets, time, and modifications to your home to keep them safe

they are also not creatures that can just be released into the countryside and be expected to survive. They're domestic animals and will not survive. Please don't impulse buy any animal as a gift, but at least have the basic humanity to rehome them or surrender them to a shelter/rescue and not leave them on the side of the road or in a box in a dumpster

Kind of like Christmas time, there's an influx of impulse/gift adoptions around Easter time that are then immediately surrendered or abandoned within a month. Consider finding a local rescue in your area and donating money, supplies, or your time via volunteering to help! Many also run foster programs, or need help with driving the animals in their care to vet appointments and so on.

k PSA over thanks ✌🐇🦆

#txt it #also tbh as someone that was cruelly gifted a rabbit after Oreo died #i did not bond properly with Mallow because I was both so entrenched in grieving Oreo (it was only 1 month after he died)#but i was also driving between states at the time and could only visit her every 2 months #and it both absolutely fucked up her socialization #and tbh!!!! i do not have a strong emotional bond with her!!!!!#it's a super fucked situation that I'm now trapped in for the next 7 YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!#instead of it being MY choice to get a new pet #what KIND of pet I might want next #or when or from where #that decision was taken from me #i would've loved to have adopted a dog or another rabbit from a local shelter #i see them all the time - litters that are found under cars or in dumpsters bc people just. throw them out.#please do not do that and please do not force that kind of thing on someone else or an animal #if you love animals so much then consider volunteering instead!! :)))#k i'm done for real sorry

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cainware · 2 years

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Okay I might get devoured for this, but I'm gonna post it anyway, so please bare with me:

I feel like Bruce has this belief that Jason never understood why he can't kill right, but also I feel like Bruce also doesn't understand why Jason can. Like he looks at it as a moral failing in so many different iterations from writer to writer but like? Bruce, understanding is a two-way street.

Bruce thinks he'd never be able to come back from taking a life, but then you look down the line at Jason, and Jason can and does. He's not lesser because he kills when he thinks it's the right thing to do, he doesn't lose himself in the bloodbath like Bruce thinks he himself would. Jason doesn't go mad with power, he doesn't go around just murdering any random thug just because.

And I think that damages Bruce a little bit, because he doesn't want to admit that Jason's killing isn't as much of a moral failing as he thinks it should be. I think that Bruce, somewhere in his mind, wanted to believe that if he couldn't do it without losing himself, then nobody could. And I think he can't bring himself to admit to himself that in that regard, Jason has always had a better understanding of the world and his own person than Bruce ever will.

#idk i was rereading utrh and ive been absorbing a lot of other batman related content at warp speed #and maybe this doesnt make sense but to me it feels like bruce just #doesnt want to admit that its possible to take a life for the right reasons #as a direct relation to his own personal traumas #but in that same vein feels like his views on it should be universal because its no shocker that #bruce has very black and white thinking and the concept of the grey area doesnt exist very often to him #but at the same time i feel like its either a blow to him mentally to think that someone can do something he cant #or a blow to his ego that he wouldnt be able to control himself if he slipped #and this is based entirely off the more popular and rehashed versions of bruce that dont fully understand him #but unfortunately that kind of litters a lot of batman media #like dont get me wrong my favorite versions of bruce are multidimensional and has a broader understanding #of the world and gotham and all his kids and their motivations #but the more popular versions (i dont want to say badly written because every batman has their own merits)#(except for you frank miller you know what you did) dont all have that level of growth and general acceptance #of gotham and his kids being Naturally Morally Gray #i should probably shut up or not post this but its out there now so yeah #jaybirdwhistles #shut up jay stop being annoying on the tl

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feluka · 11 months

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every time i put food on noor’s plate his tail starts quivering and he looks up at me (think tbh creature) until i lean down so he can bonk my head with his 🥺

#🌻#he knows how to say thank you!!!!!!!!!!#he used to do the same every time i cleaned his litter box but now he doesn't lol #only occasionally

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thetarttfuldickhead · 4 months

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A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

Masterpost / AO3

19.

Keeley grabbed a third glass of cava from the tray of a passing waiter, and took a slow sip while she surveyed the room. It was brilliant, this; she was glad she’d come. When Celia, her contact at Bantr, suggested she attend the event to “meet a few people, do some networking” Keeley had felt as nervous as she did excited, with some small, insecure part of her fearing that the other guests would dismiss her as a fraud; an upstart; an ex-model wannabe PR guru.

But everyone she’d met had been perfectly nice and respectful and interested, and had treated her just like a real PR consultant.

Which was only fair. She was a real PR consultant. She’d proved that, too, by setting up several meetings with people who might be interested in sponsoring Richmond, or using the players in their campaigns. All in all, a damned good night’s work, if she did say so herself. (Rebecca had also said it, rather more eloquently and with a staggering number of exclamations points, whenever Keeley rushed off to the loo to text her the good news.)

It might have been a perfect night, Keeley thought, if it hadn’t been for her nagging concern over Jamie (and over Roy, who’d been doing better since he started the pundit gig, but who still struggled to adjust to life outside of the pitch and had taken the whole Secret not-Santa Jamie affair surprisingly hard).

She’d convinced Roy to let her be the one to reach out to Jaime after yesterday’s ill-fated confrontation, but so far Jamie hadn’t returned either her calls or her texts. Well, he hadn’t half an hour ago, at any rate—

Keeley picked up her phone to check, but there was nothing from Jamie. From Roy, however, she had several messages. She opened the conversation, and felt her eyes widen as she read:

Something’s come up and I’m heading back to my place.

Can you come?

I’m bringing Jamie.

Keeley blinked at the screen, and then blinked at it again. The message still said the same thing, compelling her to type out a not entirely unserious reply in a vain attempt to ease her sudden sense of foreboding.

in a body bag?

Roy’s response was immediate.

We’re not fighting.

But he’s a mess and I need your help with him.

Sorry, I know you’ve got that mingle thing.

But can you come?

“Fucking hell,” Keeley muttered, but she was already draining her glass and walking toward the exit. What the fuck was Roy doing with Jamie after they’d agreed it was better if Keeley were the one to talk to him? And why was Jamie a mess if him and Roy weren’t fighting?

And, most importantly of all, how long would the “not fighting” bit last?

She had better get there fast.

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As it turned out, she must have been closer to Roy’s house than Roy was, or else her Lyft driver was better at navigating London traffic, because Keeley arrived at Tregunter Road before Roy did. She’d no more than let herself in, though, before the door opened again behind her and Jamie, immediately followed by Roy, stepped inside.

Keeley gave a little gasp at the sight of Jamie. There was a small bruise and cut on his forehead, and his eyes were suspiciously red and puffy. Keeley looked to Roy, who hastily shook his head. “Wasn’t me, babe. His arsehole dad stopped by.”

“I fell,” Jamie muttered. He sounded sullen, but the way he was fidgeting with his sleeves suggested nerves or embarrassment rather than resentment.

“He fell because his arsehole dad shoved him,” Roy elaborated.

“Oh.” Jamie hadn’t told her all that much about his dad when they were together, but from what little she’d gained, arsehole sounded about right. She hadn’t known it came with shoving, though. Or worse. “Hey, babe,” she said, walking up to Jamie and reaching out to gently brush a few strands of loose hair out of his eyes, coaxing him to look at her. “You doing all right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Just�� I mean, things with me dad, they’re a bit shit, but I’m fine, you know. It’s just scratches, this, it’s nothing.” He gestured toward his forehead. There were plasters on his hand, she noticed, and was surprised by how angry the sight of them made her feel. Angry, and heartbroken for the deprecating, resigned way by which he brandished them.

Jamie must have seen some of it on her face, because his weak attempt at a smile faded entirely, and he drew back a little, averting his eyes. Keeley’s heart twinged in sympathy.

“Oh, Jamie,” she said, and then, without really thinking about it, she drew him into a tight hug. After a moment of hesitation, he went willingly, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck. He was warm against her, solid in the same way Roy was solid, but unlike Roy he gave himself completely over to the hug, melting into her touch as she ran her hand over his back.

“We’ve got you, babe,” Keeley murmured into his hair. It smelled just the way she remembered it, clean and sweet with spicy notes of fennel leaf and eucalyptus from his Aesop shampoo.

It stirred something within her, that smell, and the feeling of his familiar body pressed against her. She smiled, a little ruefully. Pavlovian.

“I’ll put the kettle on,” Roy said behind them. “You two get comfortable on the couch.”

So Roy wanted a moment to himself but wanted her to stay with Jamie, then. Fair enough. Keeley wouldn’t have minded the chance to talk to Roy in private, get some more details on what the hell was going on, but she could see why he’d think keeping an eye on the younger man might be a good idea; though subdued, there was a skittishness to Jamie that rather gave the impression he might bolt if left to his own devices.

“Yeah, that sounds good, doesn’t it, Jamie?” she said, releasing him from the hug but putting a hand on his arm to steer him toward the sitting room. “Come on, it’s right through here. And I swear, even though it looks like it’s made for people who hate to feel good, Roy’s couch is actually really comfortable.”

Granted, she hadn’t spent too much time on it, as they tended to stay over at hers rather than Roy’s, but there’d been enough evenings curled up in front of a show while Roy made her dinner in what he termed “a properly stocked kitchen” for her to have brought a few pillows (in shades of grey and dark purple, in deference to the black leather) and a huge, soft, pink blanket (in deference to Keeley’s own happiness). (Roy had narrowed his eyes at the blanket, but hadn’t made any protests.)

Keeley sat down, patting the cushion right next to her. Jamie obediently took his assigned seat, and she didn’t hesitate to tug him closer, until he was leaning on her with his head resting on her shoulder. As she began to run her fingers through his hair, noticing how much longer the strands were than the last time she did this, he gave a shuddering little sigh.

Jamie had always loved to be held.

They sat like that for a while, talking quietly about a bit of this and that, Armani’s new line and Keeley’s job, while the tension slowly but surely left Jamie and he grew more and more relaxed against her—until the sound of steps in the hallway announced Roy’s imminent arrival.

Jamie made to sit up, seemingly concerned about the other man walking in on him half-draped over his girlfriend, but Keeley tightened her grip to hold him in place. Roy had asked her here to help with Jamie; he could hardly object to her doing just that.

As it were, Roy didn’t bat a lid. “Didn’t know if you took milk,” was all he said as he put the tea tray down on the coffee table.

“Uh, yeah, usually, yeah, but it’s fine without.”

Roy didn’t respond, but added a splash of milk from a small jug to one of the cups and handed it to Jamie, and then gave Keeley another before joining them on the couch.

Jamie lifted his mug to his lips, only to immediately lower it again after the first tentative sip. “There’s sugar in this,” he said accusingly, looking at Roy like he suspected the man of trying to poison him.

Roy looked… slightly embarrassed, Keeley noted with some interest and some amusement. “It’s supposed to be soothing, you prick,” he growled, but without any real heat. “My grandad used to make it like that when I was upset. Your next game isn’t until Saturday anyway, one cup of sweet tea won’t do much damage.”

“Oh. All right.” Jamie tried the tea again. “It’s good,” he allowed. “Thanks. And,” he added hesitantly after a moment, “thanks for, you know, doing this. Letting me be here. I never… I mean, you didn’t have to do that, and I know you were upset about the gifts and all that.”

Keeley looked up, meeting Roy’s eyes over Jamie’s head. He looked uncertain, which was a rare but not altogether unpleasant look on his handsome face. He didn’t say anything but gave her a little nod, go on.

“We weren’t upset, Jamie,” Keeley began, but paused as Jamie snorted and Roy rolled his eyes. “Okay, so Roy was a little upset,” she amended. “But mostly because we were confused, yeah? You never got along with Roy and suddenly you’re doing all these really nice things for him and not telling anyone about it and that’s sweet, you know, but it’s also really fucking weird.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was a bit mad I guess, yeah.”

He sounded more sheepish about it than upset, and Keeley smiled. “Little bit, yeah,” she agreed. Then she sobered. ”And I’m sorry things got weird the other day. I just thought it’d be good for us to talk things through, you know? But, I shouldn’t have tricked you into coming over to my place like that, making you think we’d be working on your brand. We could still do that later, if you want.”

At that, he twisted his head to look at her, a small, hopeful smile on his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, sure. It’ll be fun.” It would too. Her skills had developed considerably since the last time she’d helped him with his PR, and there was no denying that she felt a tiny, professional thrill at the thought of finding out just what she might accomplish with Jamie Tartt now that she was a bit more experienced. And God knew his brand could do with some polishing, after the Lust Conquers All debacle.

For the first time that night, Jamie’s grin was undiminshed and genuine. “Mint.”

“Great! We’ll set something up for after New Year’s, then. A proper meeting this time, I promise. Before that, though… think you can explain it to us, babe? About the gifts?”

He looked away from her. For a long time he didn’t answer, just played with his rings while considering, and sneaking the occasional glance at Roy.

Thankfully, Roy kept quiet.

“Yeah,” Jamie said eventually. “Yeah, all right.”

#every time i sit down to write a new chapter i'm like #'oh but this will be a properly short one'#AND YET THEY NEVER ARE #i'd not be unhappy about this if it weren't for the fact that i am now litterally running out of time #chances are that tomorrow's chapter till just be the synopsis i wrote for it #namely 'roy has a lot of feelings about what jamie's told them'#keeley jones #jamie & keeley #jamie's christmas carol #my stuff #fic

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iknowwhereyousleepatnight · 6 months

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yea i literally have one less cat than you and probably the only reason we don't have the same amnt is bcuz my sister is out of vet school and isnt takin care if adoptable cats anymore. anymore time there we'd have at least 2 more istg. i dread the day my BiL brings home another stray.

so real. the only reason i haven’t adopted more is because i got out of a school program that had a tendency to go ‘hey someone wants to rehome this cat’ and i, obsessive email checker that i am, would always see it first and go CAT and talk with whoever needed their cat rehomed and i didn’t even take the cat each time but i love cats sm and i mean, what’s one more? <- belief that has led to having so so many cats. besides. i’m not the only one who does it. my mother adopted a cat who’s owner moved out through work friends and we’ve all brought in a stray at some point. we try to get them rehomed before we get attached but…. that happens pretty quickly and also no one wants cats around here? that we know at least. and even with all of our cats we still will go to the shelter and foster queens/very young kittens (separate from our cats ofc) because we have so much experience with newborns and let’s be honest, kittens are so fucking cute. like. there will be points where it feels weird to not have fosters. but we need to take breaks else we’ll get too attached

#ask #it’s actually been a year or so since we last fostered bc of a bunch of shit that’s been going down #once we fostered a puppy and. taking her back was very difficult #our shelter just lets people foster with very minimal paperwork #we can just walk in and be like. hey can we have some kittens and they’ll go ofc and we just take them home #there were times where i came home from school and there is a new litter of kittens and a momma cat and i’m just like. hehe :)#though they do stress me out because i’m not great with change #but that’s really only if we’re going from none to fostering and not fostering regularly #i remember talking to someone about community service and i was like is fostering community service #and they were like uhm. that’s just having a pet so no #like. no. fostering is not like having a pet because do u have a 6 extra cats/kittens in your house as a pet??? regularly???#anyway this person was an asshole not bc of this but a bunch of other things so their opinion means nothing #i think it counts because it takes the load off of our (very crowded) shelter if you pick up a queen when it’s kitten season #though it is a lot of effort and is not for everyone #we just happen to be a family that’s had like. i can’t even count how many litters tbh #when we lived on the farm we had *at the very least* 2 litters every spring and fall. which is wild now that i think about it

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ailendolin · 2 years

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Whump Wednesday takes on a whole different meaning when you have to go to the dermatologist for a minor surgery to remove three suspicious looking moles as a precaution 😅

#now where's my Regency era poet to hold my hand?#lol #not that I'm scared #it's not the first time I've had a mole removed #my body is littered with the little buggers and every now and then a few of them change and need to be removed #Still would be nice to have someone holding my hand though 😅#Personal

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