u/blue_moon1122

when groups of friends walked side-by-side at the mall or between classes, I was always the one to end up in the back.

I was always the one to miss out on an invitation for some bullshit reason.

even now, people have my number and they still choose to communicate to me through my partner.

I don't fucking care if you're the modern update to David Bowie (because personally, androgyny, sub out for whoever idc), all your skincare products start with pharma grade aloe juice, and you drink half your pounds in ounces like a proper hydrator. if you insert yourself in a conversation, plant your gorgeous ass directly in front of one of the homies, and they're looking uncomfortable, I'm telling you to fuck off.

"Twilight from Charlie's perspective" is something I hear a lot of, but I want to hear specific ideas for scenes 🙀

this is my bun Chamomile with some of her foster siblings, from my regional HRS chapter rescue. her affinity for kitties is what got her adopted. they mentioned she liked cats as we were finishing up our visit with some candidates, and I said "you could have led with that, we'll take her!"

we've had her for 8 months and our cats are sometimes overwhelmed with her affection. never a scratch, only one cat who does a retracted bop, and the 2 who were raised with rabbits tend to run away. one of them will gently push her (sometimes off the couch, i will try to get y'all a video 😭)

bunny people, well-meaning as they are, 10% of them can be overzealous dicks. cross-species socialization isn't for everyone, and you can only go into it if you're willing to accomodate total separation. here's some literature for any interested parties.

guess the foraging flower is now a throw toy 😅

so I was really into Little Orphan Annie as a kid. I think my mom randomly bought the VHS from a thrift store, because I have absolutely no formative memory of how I got so obsessed with her, I just was.

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for those of you who may be unfamiliar with this work, it's about a snarky ginger orphan in Great Depression New York. she's beloved by most of the other orphans, homeless people who talk to her about how the previous president Herbert Hoover fucked them over with tariffs (this was edited out of the movie, but i also had the original Broadway soundtrack on vinyl), random menial laborers around the city, and a stray dog that she rescues from animal control.

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right around the end of the Great Depression, when FDR takes office, and things are starting to get better, Mr. Clean's millionaire evil twin adopts her for a PR stunt. she ends up melting his icy millionaire heart and making everyone's lives super awesome.

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I was 3-4 years old, and my 3 takeaways from this franchise were:

1. I require a large dog (still do, haven't yet gotten a dog of any size, my partner sometimes suggests breeds that aren't big enough to slow dance with and i just shoot a death glare)

2. I want that coily ginger mop so bad (I've gone in a very different direction regarding my hair choices, but at the time, I tried to pluck out every strand of hair so I would need a wig and I could pick out one like that)

3. orphans are cool (I can now appreciate this as foreshadowing)

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i estranged in 2019, and during COVID, I told my roommate about my childhood obsession with Annie. he shared a similar experience, but rather than romanticizing orphanhood, he noted that after she was adopted, all of the adults in her life were enthusiastic about her presence.

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all I could muster up in response was "I'm telling my therapist on you."

apologies if it comes off body-shamey. I wasn't roasting him up when it happened, he was just a chubby dude, and I knew his physique in different styles better than my mom did.

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not only did I have no interest in my ex's physical appearance, or even his continued existence, but my mom was more concerned about gossip than the fact that I'd gone from slightly overweight to nearly underweight in 6 months. talking about my ex who stalked me after I ended the relationship only served to alienate me. talking about his "dramatic transformation" which was comprised of questionable fashion choices, while I was in need of supportive care, only served to harm me.

Chamomile just got a little corneal ulcer from hay poke. the vet says it's healing very well, but we got an ophthalmolic ointment to make sure it stays on course. everything is okay 🥲

reminds me of my first experience with a microwave waxing kit 💀💀💀 she thumped and tried to hide when I tried to get my shot, and she usually poses. she knows she isn't photogenic right now 😂

(her eye isn't weepy from the injury, this is from the application of ointment to prevent an infection. if a mod instructs me to change the tag, I will gladly do so!)

we're getting ready for our first vet visit, and I just noticed the estimated DOB for my Chamomile is next month. the cats all get a big portion of tuna and cheese "cake" for their birthdays, so it's only fair that she gets a birthday cake as well.

I have plenty of hay and pellet dust for homemade hay treats, and she's a bunny of simple tastes. she's only turned down fresh mango (dried is fine) and papaya, and one-off attempts at frozen produce (understandable, but we have no confirmation for un-dried berries). banana is obviously great.

drop any homemade treat recipes you're happy to share, TIA. 💙

two men having a seahorse baby is a function in my brain that I can't turn off for some reason, I'm great at it but gfdi

you think something like a congenital systemic insufficiency would be adequate proof, but yeah, I'll take a jab and a pee cup 🙄

just a low-effort sample.

even some of our oldest friends can't tell the 11's apart, and all 3 cats are brown tabbies.

our pre-free run checklist is a bit tedious, and I figure the best way to see it gets done correctly is to show exactly what needs to be done. if we go through an app service, we might not have the opportunity to guide through every service provider, and it might be good to have a reference?? especially re: bunny care. it could save on a lot of communication.

she will pose while shoving grass in her face