Mr. Mochi has had free roam of the house for most of today because the house is finally kitty safe and he is engaging in the Grand Cat Tradition of “RACE THROUGH THE HOUSE AT MACH 5 CAREENING HAPAZARDLY AROUND CORNERS” but he keeps forgetting where Charlie is and every time he comes around the couch he remembers that The Dog Exists and tries to brake suddenly on the hardwood floor, fails, and then takes an Evasive Four Foot Vertical Leap to change directions in midair.
Charlie, meanwhile, is trying very hard to be firendly to Mochi but only kind of knows cat manners, so hes trying to play as best he remembers, which mostly involves gently batting your friend, but he is a decently sized dog that’s been interacting with humans for most of his brief life and scales his gestures thusly-
Which is an extremly overwrought way of saying my dog just smacked the cat out of midair and halfway across the living room.
Nobody’s hurt and Charlie is very sorry, but Mochi is now glaring at him from the stairs and refuses to come down no matter how many toys Charlie piles at the bottom of the stairs.
Sorry to make this post but I’m not in a good situation right now. My sister @spewkeeart and I both live in the same building we work. The bright side is that our rent is much cheaper than almost anywhere else in the city we live. The downside is that we’re basically working for the company store since rent comes out of our paychecks.
Both of us also hate our job because it really fucking sucks; we went to our employer about this and she gave us fewer hours, and for a little while that was okay, but then we suddenly had no money for groceries on top of rent. Now we can’t really get our hours back because our employer says she can’t afford it, even though there are other people she employs who are way less competent than either of us but get paid more regardless. I still don’t want to work full time but, but at the paltry hours (about 18 to 25 hours a week between both of us) and pay (barely above minimum wage) we receive we can’t really afford anything. We do get food benefits but my card gets almost nothing on a monthly basis.
I’m looking for a new job but it’s difficult because this shitty job is also the only relevant experience I have so no one really wants to hire me for anything else. I can’t even get a basic-ass retail job. I was going to community college so I can at least have a degree but I can’t afford to go without financial aid which I can’t receive without proof of my income from two years ago, which, get this, won’t be something that’s available to me until the 2019 spring semester at earliest because I don’t have record of my pay from 2016 or earlier. So, in the interim, I really need some fucking money. This is also all on top of the fact that I’ve been going through some extremely difficult problems with mental illness the past year and also my health insurance lapsed for basically no reason. The insurance isn’t an immediate problem but it certainly doesn’t fucking help.
Anyway, we can’t buy groceries, and I have exactly $1.24 in my account right now. With it being the end of the month I at least want a cushion in case there are any monthly bills I forgot, and I tend to forget things like that quite a bit. All the better if I could also afford some food for me and my sister. My paypal.me is https://paypal.me/erikawc. If you can’t afford anything reblogs are appreciated. As an added incentive I’m willing to draw something if you donate five dollars or more. It’ll probably be a traditional drawing though with really crappy picture quality because I’m not set up to do digital art nor do I have a good scanner. If you donate five or more and you want a (not too complicated) drawing then tell me what you want.
I know Kombucha and her sister in real life for real, so this is not one of the scams that goes around, they really do have to work for their rent with little pay for food and stuff on top of that right now and could use a boost!
Okay, so you know how canonically the cops were fairly down on Spider-Man, and back when he was a high-schooler it probably wasn’t that hard to figure out he was a teenager because he has never, not once, in his entire life known how to budget his fucking time?
Can you imagine one of his second-rate villains being a local truant officer who starts chasing him every time he’s out spider-manning during school hours? Which is super inconvenient, because he’s only out spider-manning during school hours during real emergencies? And the officer’s superiors start reading them the riot act because they’re a fucking truant officer, how are they finding themselves in the middle of so many bank robberies and mutant-lizard attacks and supervillain fights?
But they’re too obsessed to let it go, and their cubicle just turns into this ludicrous wall o’ bonkers with maps of Spider-Man sightings and school schedules and absentee reports and everyone’s like “Ha ha, making any progress yet?” and they’re like “Ten percent of the school-aged population is out on any given day, how does anyone in this city even graduate.”
Like, their quest to narrow the pool of Spider-Man suspects starts generating honest-to-god reductions in missed school days because there have been so many case studies and experiments on how to get kids back in school, leading to even more weird accolades because this officer cares and this officer’s a hero and the officer’s just like “I just need to find out who Spider-Man is, because then I can go yell at his parents because he’s not in school” and that’s why they’re no longer allowed to give speeches when they accept rewards for this stuff.
Then one day they put in for a transfer and everyone’s shocked, because they’ve been so good for the city, they’ve really gone above and beyond, but I guess burn-out had to happen sometime, huh.
Only it’s because the math says there’s no way in hell Spider-Man could still be in school, so there’s no point in chasing him, he can do whatever he wants during school hours. And that’s what they lived for for so long that now that it’s gone, their heart’s just not in it anymore.
Cue dispirited montage of the officer just writing parking tickets and shuffling aimlessly through their lives and everything’s getting grayer and sadder and duller until they whip out their book to write a ticket, look up, and see the Spider-Mobile in all its tacky crimson glory parked on the side of the fucking library.
i was looking through medieval drawings of demons the other day and i found the demons that make you gay
Look at these friendly and kind boys! The mlm demon with his overly fashionable haircut and the wlw demon with such big ears to listen & be supportive. They’re both so glad you’re happy together.
the original shippers
they look like a pair of disney villain minions and i love them
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