Yes, *that* bluegrasskitty. Part-time writer of things you should be ashamed to read. Full-time wood nymph. Anti-pants, pro-gaming. Autistic/Anxious/Pan/Agender 🏳️🌈 Merry Pride! 🏳️🌈 💕18+ Only Please 💕
Working Class Hero (Fallout 4) Final word count: 192,866
Angel Blue (Fallout 3) Final word count: 241,800
When I Come Around (Fallout 3) Final word count: 34,937
Meet Me On The Roof (Fallout 3) Final word count: 52,389
Don’t Leave Me (Fallout 3 One Shot) Final word count: 8,108
Works in Progress:
Walking Contradiction (Fallout 4)
Stray Hearts (a Walking Contradiction companion piece) (Fallout 4)
WCH: Something to Be (Fallout 4)
Sassafras Roots (Fallout 4)
Coming Clean (Fallout 3)
F*ck Time (Fallout 4)
Before the Lobotomy (Fallout: New Vegas)
Cigarettes & Valentines (Fallout 3)
Hearts Collide (Fallout 3/Oh My Goddess!)
Youngblood (Fallout 3)
Fire, Ready, Aim (Fallout 3)
Troublemaker (Fallout 3)
Blood, Sex, and Booze (Fallout 76)
On Hiatus:
Still Breathing (Fallout 4)
Last of the American Girls (Fallout 4)
Horseshoes and Handgrenades (Fallout 4)
Somebody said I should put this here, so bam! Ko-fi link: https://ko-fi.com/bluegrasskitty
Donations not necessary, but definitely welcome. (I’m kind of saving up to get a tablet so I can try drawing some stuff to go with some of my stories. 👍)
Just in case y'all saw the flooding on the news, we're fine. 👍 We live on the top of the hill at the end of a holler, so unless the sea levels rise to Pangea levels, we'll never be flooded.
However, our main route into town is closed for the foreseeable future so that's a bummer. We also lost power on Daughter's birthday but happily I'd just taken her cake out of the oven not even 10 minutes before. 👍👍
Some flood pics:
Btw, it was not some freak storm that did this. This was a man-made disaster thanks to a new subdivision & a new park in town. Zero thoughts or fucks were given regarding runoff so when a typical summer storm hit, literal tons of water & mud bum rushed Tates Creek & because that creek winds and bends like you would not believe on its way to the river, there just wasn’t any way for the water to not explode everywhere.
We've had our farm since 1990 & have seen all manner of storms & floods. Never saw anything like this until they decided to clear cut over 1000 acres of land upstream.
in more pleasant news: this year is seeing the biggest humpback migration in Australian history, bigger than it was PRE whaling. That's right, there are more humpbacks migrating off the coast of Australia than there were BEFORE industrial whaling started.
A huge, fat W for environmentalists and Greenies. what an achievement
the stuffed animal situation is phenomenal these days. you can find any specific arthropod or deep sea fish or microbe etc. used to be back in olden times all you could get was bears and mutants
it actually makes me so sad and angry when people deny their fave blorbo could possibly be a sadist like whats wrong with sadism did sadism do something problematic
Our newest dog that we've added to our family is a foster fail (/complementary) named Marlowe.
(Pictured here snoring against my hip while we binged the West Wing last night.)
I'm going to put his story behind a cut.
TW:animal abuse/death.
Marlowe was originally owned by a Very Bad Man. For 2 years, he went through horrors we can only imagine, though I have been able to figure out some things via his triggers. For example:
• He was definitely kicked often. I walk around barefoot as much as possible & if I see a critter laying down, its habit for me to rub their tummy with my foot. It's never been an issue until Marlowe. If you touch him with your foot, even on accident, he bolts & hides.
• He was also definitely hit over his head multiple times. If you try to rub the top of his noodle, he'll shy away unless you start from under his chin & work your way up. Sloooowly.
He's afraid of eye contact & despite clearly being desperate for affection (he's all about getting up in your business LOL), he gets very uncomfortable if you put more than one hand on him or try to give him a smoochy-kiss.
He also will not lick anyone. Just won't do it. Never had a dog that wouldn't.
Adults scare him (especially men, aside from Husband) but he trusts children implicitly. He's playful in the extreme with Son & practically in love with Daughter, who is the only person who can pet him as long as she likes without him getting anxious.
Anyway, at the end of his time spent with the Very Bad Man, he & the other dogs he grew up with were locked in a room & left to die while the man went on the run.
I figured out it must have been the bathroom because it's the only room in the house he absolutely refuses to step foot in.
Out of the seven dogs, only 3 survived. By the time animal control was involved, the other four had tragically starved to death. Marlowe & the other 2 were extremely emaciated, covered in feces, and required extensive care.
His tail had, at some point, broken while he was trapped & had to be amputated.
Once he recovered enough for fostering/adoption, he sat at the shelter for over a year. No one had any interest in him. He was just too timid. Plus he was deemed unsuitable for first time pet owners, which apparently cut his prospects quite a little bit. & at 4, he wasn't young enough to be a puppy anymore.
He's also about 80lbs of boxer/pit mix, which makes him intimidating to people who don't know any better.
In other words, the deck was heavily stacked against him.
After our Great Dane, Ellie, tragically succumbed to her seizure disorder last year & Husband got far enough along in his grieving process to think about maybe getting a new dog, I began sending him links to dogs available for adoption.
Marlowe was one of them.
Husband kept returning to his page, week after week. Surprised every time that no one had snapped him up yet because while he clearly had PTSD from his ordeal, he was pretty & very obliviously a certified Good Boy. Then he finally got mad about it & grabbed his keys.
The women working at the shelter literally cried when Husband walked in & asked for him. He had to be carried to the car because he was so afraid & they were shocked that, even then, Husband insisted that yes, this was the dog he wanted.
Took three minutes for my Roz-Roz to decide she liked him.
Three hours for him to take a treat from any of us.
Three days for him to work up the courage to sleep on the couch.
Three weeks for us to figure out leaving him out of his crate while we're out of the house was always going to be a bad idea. (He ate so many cardboard boxes & an entire wicker basket. 😭)
Three months before he allowed guests to give him chin scratches. ❤️
And just today, four months in, I woke up & he was sleeping on the bed, curled up between my legs. ❤️
We still have a ways to go with him. His ribs no longer show, which is great, but he's still prone to overeating. He'll eat all of his food & then eat Roz's, too. 😭 & she's such a sweetheart that she let's him! She'll just stand there staring at you like "Are you seeing this???" LOL
He's also now heavily invested in keeping us safe. Safe from what, you ask? Great question! Turns out apparently everything outside the front yard is The Enemy. This includes all delivery drivers, my horse, bunny rabbits, fireflies & of course, mourning doves. Yes, the farm is truly a death trap & we're very lucky to have Marlowe here to protect us with his big boy bark. 🙄
That being said, the one time we had a bunny dumb enough to actually waltz themselves into the yard, he hid behind me on the porch while Roz ran it off. 😂😂😂
Anyway! All this to say, if you're the patient sort & love animals, maybe give a shelter dog a chance. They deserve it.
the fact that we only have “herculean task” and “sisyphean task” feels so limiting. so here’s a few more tasks for your repertoire
icarian task: when you have a task you know you’re going to fail at anyways, so why not have some fun with it before it all comes crashing down
cassandrean task: when you have to deal with people you KNOW won’t listen to you, despite having accurate information, and having to watch them fumble about when you told them the solution from the start (most often witnessed in customer service)
feel free to chime in i ran out of ideas much faster than i anticipated
Promethean task: opposite of a Cassandraean task. You have the right information, and SOMEONE has to share it. But it's all in the delivery and if you're the person to identify the problem you WILL be hated forever.
Oedipal Task: (1) Attempting to avoid an unspeakably awful outcome and in doing so creating the circumstances that will bring it about.
(2) Trying to solve an problem and discovering that you are in fact the problem you are trying to solve.
damoclean task: the thing you've been putting off long enough that it becomes a constantly hanging doom over your head
pyrrhic task: you can get it done but it's going to cost you
medean task: you can get it done and you don't care what it costs you
dionysian task: task that might not be -better- if you do it drunk, but -will- definitely be more fun
hegelochic task: it was a simple job, but your name will be recorded in the annals of history for how impressively you fucked it up
task of theseus: a project for which the parameters have changed so many times that you're not sure it IS still the same task
gordian task: ok technically there Is a Right Way to do this but it's going to be fiddly and awful and take forever and what if. what if you just said fuck it. and started slicing
imagine dealing w an international crisis involving precious artifacts and someone is like ‘don’t worry I know a guy’ and it’s a dorky connecticut college professor named henry who slips into his slutsona and suddenly he’s capable of saving the world w the power of his whip & fedora
#this man gets uncomfortable and overwhelmed when 20 y/o college girls hit on him #but take off his glasses #put on his fedora #and this man is ready to find Atlantis in three to eight business days (via @sansakenobi)
the other day a friend of a friend referred to "busting out of your abdomen like the alien from the Predator films" and I was completely caught off guard. like I guess that's - that's not wrong. the alien was. okay she was in the Predator films. well some of them. but like. she had her own. she's the alien from the Alien films. like. they have her name on them. he's not "King Kong from the Godzilla films"
I firmly believe what ever you’re obsessed with at 11/12 years old becomes a core part of who you are, regardless if you lose interest in it or not. Maybe some of you were lucky and were obsessed with warrior cats or smth, and if you’re real unlucky it was probably twilight.
