This is Galleto, my five year old cat. He recently caught a UTI and besides the visits to the vet he will need medicines and a long term food change.
I can afford the emergency visit to the vet this afternoon, but not his food, which needs to be changed ASAP and it’s also expensive. So I’m asking for help.
Now, I can’t set a GoFundMe because it doesn’t offer services in my country, but here is my PayPal link
My goal amount is $150, but even half that would provide a buffer to adjust our budget.
Thank you all in advance! I don’t have much to offer just yet, besides my eternal gratitude and pictures of my cats being silly. But any help is appreciated!!
If I have to sit here and suffer wanting to set Dumbledore on fire more than usual, while also gleeing over a number of other characters, everyone who follows me should have the chance to do so also.
*hugs you all* Because today is a day for hugs, and I’m going to run out of spoons if I go putting hugs in everyone’s ask box.
Feel free to reblog this to give a hug to every one of your followers.
*who is comfortable with being hugged. If you do not like hugs or are uncomfortable with physical contact, or even just prefer not a hug from someone not a mutual friend, cookies or other snacks suitable for your dietary needs and restrictions.
I want to see a fanfic where Harry hatches a basilisk.
I want to see a fanfic where he looks up “magical snakes” as soon as he gets to Hogwarts because that thing at the zoo always bugged him, and so the Trio works out that it’s a basilisk immediately after the first petrification in Second Year. But they don’t know how it’s getting around or where it is or anything, so Harry is just like WELP SET A BASILISK TO FIND A BASILISK while Hermione and Ron are like HARRY NO.
I want to see a fanfic where Harry sticks a chicken egg under a toad and makes all these plans about how he’ll talk to his huge deadly snake and get it eye-blinkers and shit so it doesn’t kill people and make sure it’s not too aggressive, and somehow it never occurs to his twelve-year old brain that the chicken egg has a total volume of about four tablespoons and he is not going to get the giant King of Serpents he is expecting.
I want to see a fanfic where it finally breaks out of the shell and Harry finds himself with a bb!basilisk too smol to even have the murder-eyes yet, who can only petrify someone for about half an hour before the effect wears off. She eats spiders and gets tired very easily and demands that he wear a hood she can curl up in and sleep.
(She is also the same vivid green as his eyes and already hideously venomous, but doesn’t like using her fangs because she says they get cold and give her brain freeze when she unsheathes them.)
I just… I really want Harry with a haughty, demanding, arrogant danger noodle who has an overinflated sense of her own importance, views Hedwig as a TERRIFYING MENACE because she isn’t big enough to eat owls yet and keeps up a steady stream of insults hissed in Harry’s ear whenever she’s near someone who has a Dark Mark (which she can sense at close range). And who is basically useless as a familiar because she refuses to slither across anything other than sun-warmed stones or Harry, hasn’t got a very powerful gaze yet and doesn’t like biting people.
(Except snake-arm-people. She finds snake-arm-people confusing and annoying, and would probably make an exception on the no-biting thing where they’re concerned.)
I mean there are obviously a lot of factors influencing snake growth rate but if we assume basilisks just get stupidhuge because they grow their whole lives and are immortal, this snake is probably going to be at least 8 feet long by Deathly Hallows, which is a significant and intimidating chunk of scaly muscle that is intelligent enough to do what it is told. Like, you know, hey, bite this necklace.
So I mean by like his fourth year it’s going to be pretty hard to hide this snake that is nearly as long as he is tall and it’s not going to do much for his reputation that the Boy Who Lived has a pet fucking basilisk but holy damn does it make book seven a whole hell of a lot shorter.
I feel like I should write this
can you just imagine him ron and hermione coming up with increasingly ridiculous excuses trying to hide their pet baby basilisk in the dorms (hagrid would be so proud). how long do you think it’d take before harry’s pet basilisk is just a really badly hidden secret between all of gryffindor? and the ensuring antics of the entire house as they try to keep mcgonagall from finding out? (she knows something is up, but even just thinking of what could be big enough the entire house is trying to keep it from her makes her want to break out the firewhiskey)
ron gets the idea to try and practices parseltongue with baby basilisk since he hears harry talking in his sleep with it all the time anyway (and ngl, baby basilisk is kind of adorable and eats all the spiders in the dorm so he doesn’t have to deal with them, he’s pretty smitten once she hatches), and as soon as hermione overhears him trying it, she’s dragging him and harry to the library because, well, parseltongue is a language, why can’t they learn it? so it’s the two of them alternating between hissing at harry and hissing at the basilisk and harry is trying so hard not to laugh because 90% of what they’re saying is utter nonsense and the basilisk doesn’t even bother, because she likes these two humans but wow are they dumb, that’s not how words work.
So Justice is a loaded word today, for a lot of us. I think. I think we need to come back to what it means, who it stands for, and why it is not just an ideal, it’s a title.
When you are A Justice, it is your duty to become Just. You must be fair, and reasonable, and hold yourself to an ideal. You are not just sitting in judgement, you are wearing a heavy mantle. That mantle is fairness.
The world is not fair. We are told this over, and over again. From the time we’re children crying for equal treatment by our peers, or for hostility to end, or for the damages done to us to be made right. “Life is not fair, get used to it!” is a phrase that most American children hear before the age of five years old.
It is a Justices duty to MAKE the world more fair. To look at the evidence of a grievance and make it fair. To equalize the power of a situation, to right the wrongs done to a person, to hold accountable the wrongdoer and to give restitution to those wronged.
A Justice of the Peace must be beyond the average citizen in their integrity, because we look to them to be fair. We look to them to make us equals in this society. We need Justice to hold accountable those who would define our living.
In the United States, the Supreme Court has been vandalized. Not the building, but the integrity of its authority.
And now we come to where I become truly angry.
We now have a Justice of the Peace who has proven that his integrity is compromised, that he can be bought and sold, that would lie to the people. We have an administration that no longer upholds the betterment of the people, the safety of the citizenry, or the liberties that we were promised.
How dare that man stand in that hall and wear Justices robes, while he spits in her face. How dare he. HOW DARE HE SIT ON THAT COURT AND PRESUME TO BE FAIR. TO BE RIGHTEOUS. TO BE JUST.
We come now to this Rubicon, and I don’t know that we will be able to trust in the Supreme Court to do what it was meant to do. We can no longer trust that they will hold our government accountable to its founding documents, to its laws, to its ideals. We can no longer trust that they will be fair to us, the people. Whom they are tasked with protecting.
I don’t think I’ll be sleeping well, for a long while after this.
and Boromir sarding Not Dying, because fuck canon, I do what I want.*” *WHOOPS* FUCK YEAH FAM!
:D:D:D
… Huh. I’m pretty sure I only have two AUs where he dies and doesn’t get better somehow. *goes to poke at their list of Tolkien AUs* Ok, three.
Let’s see. Eriador Architects is a modern AU and no one dies.
Requiem Court is a ressurection apocalyptic AU, and of course Boromir dies. They all die, and it is glorious and Melkor’s plan to destroy the world doesn’t exactly go as he planned, and somewhere he’s screaming in frustration because all these self-sacrificing sorts to make the next iteration of the world what THEY want, instead of what HE wants.
Immortals of Arda… Boromir dies, and then comes back to life halfway down the coast of Harad, and Methos gets a new student (and later, things go terribly wrong, but Boromir still is not dead, thank you).
Gate of Morning doesn’t even go that far, because it’s Sheppard and Dex and an OC accidentally visiting rather earlier in the Third Age, when the dwarrow were mostly hanging out in the Grey Mountains, before they moved back to Erebor because dragons.
Into the Fire… well, I may get that far, but right now, the furthest I’ve got is a ten year old Aragorn, and a not-much-older Denethor visiting Coruscant. Boromir is not even a thought yet.
Gray Ships involves Boromir not dying because Sirius Black or Draco Malfoy, and only not Andromeda Tonks because she spent the whole decade between accidentally landing in Middle Earth and the War of the Ring in Imladris. However, Sirius finds her mildly terrifying, and Draco would like his aunt not to have reason to come bother him where he’s finally found a home, even if he does spend quite a bit of his time arguing with Haldir.
Time and Valar. Well, time travel, and technically he died, but he got better. And yeah, technically he’ll die again at some point, but definitely not at Amon Hen, and bugger if I’ve quite figured out when yet.
Meren and Gladhant does have his canonical death, but the AU isn’t about Boromir, it’s about OCs, and doesn’t actually have a name, just a designator that tells me who I started with as an important figure.
Two more unnamed AUs going down the list, but one’s a post-BoFA AU that is unlikely to get that far, since it’s an excuse for femslash, and the other is a post-Azanulbizar AU wherein Thorin gets a warg puppy because Frerin is not very discering about puppies, and even Denethor isn’t even a thought yet.
War Consort – this is probably going to get a rewrite along with some deleted comments, because fuck damnit. I remember that I did not kill Théodred, but I don’t remember what I did with Boromir. I need to figure that out.
Road to Mundburg, Boromir doesn’t die because Boromir has very good reason to tell the Ring to fuck off. He gets his head rung but good, and then gets sent home to ready Minas Tirith for the coming seige.
Queen Under the Mountain has not even been planned that far, but probably will keep Boromir alive, because I’m changing things way back before the quest for Erebor, so. (Thorin gets kids. And they live. And stay with their parents.)
Northern Night – well, see post to which the reply was made. 😀
Flame of Durin. Erm. I dunno that I’ve planned that far yet, and don’t wanna go looking at my notes yet.
No Shield For My Soul – not only does he survive Amon Hen, he gets to cause mayhem at the Black Gate, and meets the ever-delightful Alagosiell and her family. This would be the AU that gave me an excuse to make banners, or at least stylized variations of them in Illustrator.
Gaearon Rhûnen’s entire reason for existing is that Boromir doesn’t exactly die at Amon Hen. But he does. But he doesn’t. And Randír o Annûn is what happens when head trauma plus wound feaver plus the One Ring is a little shit all conspire together to make off with a lot of memories, and Boromir doesn’t keep his name, and by the time Aragorn is crowned king back in Gondor has begun to call somewhere else home.
Dis and Smaug is not that far, and is honestly an excuse for cute awkward baby dragon who grows up with a stubborn dwarrow princess, and hordes dwarves and humans instead of gold. Fuck canon, I do what I want, seriously.
Agnu Ra Nutû. Yeah, I did kill him in this one. Not at Amon Hen, but still during the War of the Ring. Gamekhdarân. *waits patiently for people to read it*
*rubs hands and prepares to dive into your fic tag/AO3 page* I haven’t been this excited to read Tolkien fic since Sansûkh!
😀
(I need to do some updates. If nothing else, to post the unfinished bits to the DW com, because not all of the stuff is posted somewhere.)
For tumblr, the tags are formatted “au: [name of au]”, or “au: nos”, and on the DW com, the au tags are all to the top of the tag list.
and Boromir sarding Not Dying, because fuck canon, I do what I want.*” *WHOOPS* FUCK YEAH FAM!
:D:D:D
… Huh. I’m pretty sure I only have two AUs where he dies and doesn’t get better somehow. *goes to poke at their list of Tolkien AUs* Ok, three.
Let’s see. Eriador Architects is a modern AU and no one dies.
Requiem Court is a ressurection apocalyptic AU, and of course Boromir dies. They all die, and it is glorious and Melkor’s plan to destroy the world doesn’t exactly go as he planned, and somewhere he’s screaming in frustration because all these self-sacrificing sorts to make the next iteration of the world what THEY want, instead of what HE wants.
Immortals of Arda… Boromir dies, and then comes back to life halfway down the coast of Harad, and Methos gets a new student (and later, things go terribly wrong, but Boromir still is not dead, thank you).
Gate of Morning doesn’t even go that far, because it’s Sheppard and Dex and an OC accidentally visiting rather earlier in the Third Age, when the dwarrow were mostly hanging out in the Grey Mountains, before they moved back to Erebor because dragons.
Into the Fire… well, I may get that far, but right now, the furthest I’ve got is a ten year old Aragorn, and a not-much-older Denethor visiting Coruscant. Boromir is not even a thought yet.
Gray Ships involves Boromir not dying because Sirius Black or Draco Malfoy, and only not Andromeda Tonks because she spent the whole decade between accidentally landing in Middle Earth and the War of the Ring in Imladris. However, Sirius finds her mildly terrifying, and Draco would like his aunt not to have reason to come bother him where he’s finally found a home, even if he does spend quite a bit of his time arguing with Haldir.
Time and Valar. Well, time travel, and technically he died, but he got better. And yeah, technically he’ll die again at some point, but definitely not at Amon Hen, and bugger if I’ve quite figured out when yet.
Meren and Gladhant does have his canonical death, but the AU isn’t about Boromir, it’s about OCs, and doesn’t actually have a name, just a designator that tells me who I started with as an important figure.
Two more unnamed AUs going down the list, but one’s a post-BoFA AU that is unlikely to get that far, since it’s an excuse for femslash, and the other is a post-Azanulbizar AU wherein Thorin gets a warg puppy because Frerin is not very discering about puppies, and even Denethor isn’t even a thought yet.
War Consort – this is probably going to get a rewrite along with some deleted comments, because fuck damnit. I remember that I did not kill Théodred, but I don’t remember what I did with Boromir. I need to figure that out.
Road to Mundburg, Boromir doesn’t die because Boromir has very good reason to tell the Ring to fuck off. He gets his head rung but good, and then gets sent home to ready Minas Tirith for the coming seige.
Queen Under the Mountain has not even been planned that far, but probably will keep Boromir alive, because I’m changing things way back before the quest for Erebor, so. (Thorin gets kids. And they live. And stay with their parents.)
Northern Night – well, see post to which the reply was made. 😀
Flame of Durin. Erm. I dunno that I’ve planned that far yet, and don’t wanna go looking at my notes yet.
No Shield For My Soul – not only does he survive Amon Hen, he gets to cause mayhem at the Black Gate, and meets the ever-delightful Alagosiell and her family. This would be the AU that gave me an excuse to make banners, or at least stylized variations of them in Illustrator.
Gaearon Rhûnen’s entire reason for existing is that Boromir doesn’t exactly die at Amon Hen. But he does. But he doesn’t. And Randír o Annûn is what happens when head trauma plus wound feaver plus the One Ring is a little shit all conspire together to make off with a lot of memories, and Boromir doesn’t keep his name, and by the time Aragorn is crowned king back in Gondor has begun to call somewhere else home.
Dis and Smaug is not that far, and is honestly an excuse for cute awkward baby dragon who grows up with a stubborn dwarrow princess, and hordes dwarves and humans instead of gold. Fuck canon, I do what I want, seriously.
Agnu Ra Nutû. Yeah, I did kill him in this one. Not at Amon Hen, but still during the War of the Ring. Gamekhdarân. *waits patiently for people to read it*
Regularly Friday posting chapter. There is supposed to be an extra-long chapter also posted for the Fundraisening…yesterday…but fever means I am really not doing the concentrating thing very well right now. Soon as I can focus and words make sense again, that will be a thing.
So, sometimes mom shows me posts on Facebook that she thinks I should see, since I adamantly refuse to have an account of my own on that hellsite (one hellsite is quite enough, and tumblr had more people I’d interact with).
Yesterday, she shows me a post, and I made the mistake of reading the comments. Because while the OP was someone who is a fine and upstanding person with a very good point about how frustrating being told that the fiber art that one makes isn’t worth the making, the one commentor. Is. Not.
And when it was pointed out to them that declaring all hand-made goods crap and the artisan’s time worthless they are being rude at the very least, they doubled-down on their assertation and said the only thing which was worth paying for time was cheese or whisky/whiskey, because it has to age, and everything else must be paid for by the value a consumer assigns to it. That if an artisan wants to even consider being paid more than what someone might pay in a store, the burden of proof that their education/time/effort is worth more than pennies is all on them, and not on the consumer to EDUCATE THEIR DAMNED SELVES about how much work goes into creating those products.
I have gone past the initial “ok, I’m angry, let’s educate this motherfucker” to “let this unworthy thing find themselves without family, friends, or name, and let them burn.”
There's a Mirror on the Wall 