Wracked Robin
the-prism-system:

Fuck you for judging me for awwing at this.

O.O And the squees echoed throughout the world.

the-prism-system:

Fuck you for judging me for awwing at this.

O.O And the squees echoed throughout the world.

Hello, vodka, I’ve missed you.

Snurgle and sniffle instead of drink. And roll into a ball of cute.

Hee hee. That is sweet and cute. I wanna be a baby hedgehog. Thank you.

justamus:

chantillyxlacey:

devildoll:


Oh, nuthin’. Jus’ openin’ my fresh container of sugar gliders.


at first i thought “oh that’s awful to jam them all inside like that”
and then i saw the hole in the side
like they had cut up the tub to make a little playhouse for the gliders
and these little butts just all decided to smoosh in there at once
because sugar gliders can’t take turns aparently

Yup. Sugar gliders like to sleep squished in a big cuddlepile. That’s how they do it in the wild, snuggled in treetrunk burrows.
It’s seriously adorable.

My daughter asked me if these were pokemon.

justamus:

chantillyxlacey:

devildoll:

Oh, nuthin’. Jus’ openin’ my fresh container of sugar gliders.

at first i thought “oh that’s awful to jam them all inside like that”

and then i saw the hole in the side

like they had cut up the tub to make a little playhouse for the gliders

and these little butts just all decided to smoosh in there at once

because sugar gliders can’t take turns aparently

Yup. Sugar gliders like to sleep squished in a big cuddlepile. That’s how they do it in the wild, snuggled in treetrunk burrows.

It’s seriously adorable.

My daughter asked me if these were pokemon.

so fucking cute

No no do baby hedgehog instead

*curious* How do I baby hedgehog? (I love hedgehogs)

I am overly stressed so I’ll get drunk. That’s healthy, right? Right. Good.

No matter what your social obligations, you don’t /really/ need to do /anything/ that makes you feel unsafe or uncomfortable or that is triggering for you. <3
I hope your husband can be there for you and won’t leave your side! Hugs!

Thanks, guys.

Can’t avoid a BBQ

My brother molested me when we were kids. It’s something that I’ve just recently accepted as the truth. It fucking sucks, but that’s the way things are. I don’t think he’s hurting anyone now that he’s an adult, but I know for damn sure I won’t ever be leaving him alone with my kids.

He was home a few weeks back for the yearly family picnic. I stayed away. I couldn’t handle looking at him. I kind of wanted to hit him with a shovel and scream. Seemed like a bad thing to do at a picnic. So, I made my excuses and we didn’t go. I was sad to miss all the family, but oh well.

I figured I wouldn’t have to deal with seeing him until maybe Thanksgiving or Christmas.

Ha ha. No.

He’s back this weekend, running a 5K with my dad. Silver hopes he gets hit by a bus midrun. Barring bus accidents, he’s going to be at my parents’ house. That is about a block from my house. O.O Fuck. He won’t do anything, he hasn’t touched me for years and years and years. I’m still not okay with it, though.

And sometime this weekend there will be a barbeque at my parents’ and I’ll be expected to be there. I can’t keep making excuses. I need to go. I don’t want to, but I have to go. My hubby isn’t sure, but he said that if I need to leave or if I need him he will help me with whatever.

So, tonight. Tonight I’m drinking, because fuck it. Just fuck it.

Tess, whose wings fell off

For a while we’ve known there was another part in my head, but whoever it was wasn’t forthcoming.

She showed up unexpectedly last week.

My other parts, there are three, all were aspects of me. They were just split off at different ages. They look like my at that age. Kit is youngest, older than 5 but less than 10. The 12 year-old is, obviously, 12. Silver is 16. They all answered to my name and look like me, just younger. Silver wanted her own name because she was sick of being called “the 16 year-old” and Kit wanted on of her own after that.

This new part is… different. She doesn’t look like me. She’s an adult. She is tall and willowy and blonde. I’m just tall. She doesn’t answer to my name. She told Silver her name is Tess. She appears very stern and looks at me with a gimlet gaze. Unsettling. She also has, umm, wings. Like angel wings.

Well, had.

A couple days ago I looked inside and when I thought of Tess all I could see was blood and feathers. It was very disturbing. I thought maybe something bad happened to her. Then I caught little glimpses of her. Today I can see her again. She looks the same as before, just no wings. She told Silver the wings made it hard to sit. I wonder what my therapist will have to say about that. Silver said she didn’t appreciate having to clean up the mess.

Silver and Tess seem to be butting heads a bit. Tess doesn’t seem to know when it is and seems to be trying to figure things out. She’s touching everything in the library inside and peeking out from behind my eyes sometimes. She’s a little confused.

My therapist said she is probably a guardian and that it’s okay that she is there, that hopefully she will help me.

I hope so. I could use the help.

Author Recommendations—Yaoi

finderseries:

Maddam Redder

About: Maddam writes slash in many genres. Some are romantic, some are…not so lovey-dovey. But most of her works focus on kidnapping. Whether or not the victim falls in love with the kidnapper depends on the story. 

Where: I read her stories on FictionPress, but she also has a Tumblr. (maddamredders-yaoi) FictionPress is the better place to go if you want to read her stories.

Why: Maddam’s stories are well written, at least compared to most other writers. Grammar-wise, she’s not perfect, but she puts a lot of effort into making her stories flow nicely. Still, the real reason I read her stories are because of the characters in her stories. Her characters are so relatable; you could imagine them as real people. They have amazing, unique personalities, just like real people. They are so much more than names on a screen. They are people who you can support, people you can get mad at, and people you want to see happy in the end. 

My Personal Favorite: Although I adore all of Maddam’s stories, my favorite story from her is His Captor, His Savior. It’s about a severely troubled fifteen-year old boy named Skylar who is kidnapped by a man seeking a submissive partner—someone he can have complete control over. Skylar just happens to be the perfect candidate. But, as you read on, you see that their relationship becomes so much more than ‘kidnapper and victim’. 

I love her and her stories. She’s my slash-fiction soul mate. I love that she got this shout out.

I can’t tell him, so I’ll tell you

If I tell you a specific memory of mine that is really terrible and horrible and awful, if I shake and cry and dissociate when I tell you, please don’t bring that awful memory up unless I bring it up first. Pretty pretty please?

Oof, much triggering.

naturepunk:

It’s like no one ever told him cats don’t like water. 

Swimmy kitty &#8212;&gt; Squee

naturepunk:

It’s like no one ever told him cats don’t like water. 

Swimmy kitty —> Squee

Vodka Friday!

Who’s my drinking buddies?

This will be me as soon as the kids are in bed.

This will be me as soon as the kids are in bed.