So one of the things that can apparently contribute to kidney issues in cats is if they eat too much dry food and don't drink enough water; cats are adapted to get a lot of their water from their food since they're originally desert animals, and might not get enough water if they don't eat wet food. Unfortunately, Dozy won't eat wet food no matter what; she categorically refuses to touch the stuff. So a few months ago, we were looking for ways to get Dozy more fluids, and my wife noticed at the pet store a cat drink--basically meat broth with some floaty bits in--that was low-protein and meant for cats with kidney issues. So we figured, worth a try, right?
Great news: she loved it. Super tasty apparently. Great success. Along with the kidney-sensitive treats we found, it was a nice way to supplement her diet. Unforseen long-term consequence though: she loved it so much she began demanding it throughout the day. Like, would come up to us and meow, and meow, and meow, and not stop, until we got up, went to the kitchen, and got her some cat drink.
And by doing so on demand, we have unfortunately created a monster: no matter what we are doing at home, Dozy knows that if she sits next to you and meows, 1) you know what she wants, and 2) you know that she will not stop until you get it for her now. And when you do get it, she gets extremely excited. She will bum rush the kitchen door as you enter. She will run around your feet as you open the can. She will let out the creakiest, crunchiest, most nails-on-the-chalkboard meow you've ever heard if she thinks you're not going fast enough.
I do not begrudge her this. It is gratifying to care for a creature whose most ardent desires are so simple that it is this easy to fulfill them. But I am a little sad, because I know in my heart that I have never loved any comestible as much as she loves this cat drink. She has a pleasure of a purity and intensity that I will never know.
I dont think sanji would have soft hands tbh ik he takes care of them but the damage would be unavoidable as a cook. Hed have burns from pots and pans and grease and boiling water. He'd have cuts from knives and containers. He'd have A LOT of callouses from holding knives and pots and chopping and handling the food constantly. His cuticles would be fucked from dishes and wear and tear. His hands would be dry and cracked from washing dishes all the time and bleaching his tools. The dishes would be the worst part, being under water and scrubbing at them, and his hands being in soap so often would make them crack and bleed. You can only protect ur hands so much working in a kitchen day in and day out. He can use lotion and be careful but he'd still have a lot of damage to them. He's a cook! He should have cooks hands! He'd have nightly routines to heal some of the damage but it would build up over time. Especially the callouses. His hands would be ROUGH. They'd be well loved hands but well worked too.
Plus! He's a smoker! His hands would probably have burns from his lighter and cigarettes. And nicotine stains on his nails. Mans been smoking and cooking since he was a child. No way his hands would be soft and delicate. He protects them but he still uses them constantly!
Male loneliness this, male loneliness that. Have they tried lobotomies? Tranquilizers? Being fingered by medical professionals? Tearing the yellow wallpaper off the walls of the attic room where your husband keeps you locked up?
Whatttt is with the tendency of Tumblr users to seek absolution from every single person who offhandedly posts about disagreeing with something they do
I say this not unkindly, but firmly: to function as a member of a social species, you have to get comfortable with the idea that not everyone will like you
âŸâ.Ë who theyâd trust to give them first aid
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â youâre confident enough to take charge, but dean doesnât love how personally offended you get when he wonât cooperate.
àčàŁ â youâd be dramatic but effective. you snap your fingers, tell him to sit down, call him ridiculous for bleeding on the carpet, and somehow make the entire process feel like a scene. dean acts like he hates it, but he does listen. mostly. the issueâs that if he keeps mouthing off, you mouth off louder, and now the first-aid session has turned into theatre with gauze.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam trusts your heart, but not always your ability to stay calm when someone you love is bleeding.
àčàŁ â you want to help so badly that your feelings sometimes enter the room before your focus does. sam knows you care. he knows youâre loyal. he just also knows that if the wound looks bad, you might start bossing him around with more panic than precision. heâll let you hold pressure, pass supplies, keep him awake. needlework? maybe let virgo take this one, gorgeous.
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â youâre the first person dean trusts because youâre precise, prepared, and deeply unimpressed by his pain tolerance performance.
àčàŁ â dean can complain all he wants, but when something needs stitching, he looks for you. you clean everything properly, catch signs of infection, count supplies, and tell him exactly what youâre doing before you do it. youâre calm, almost clinical, but thereâs care underneath it. he trusts that. he also hates when you say, âthis couldâve been avoided.â mostly because youâre right.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam trusts you completely because you know what youâre doing and donât let emotion ruin your hands.
àčàŁ â this is your kingdom. disinfectant, stitches, bandages, painkillers, aftercare instructions, the whole little medical production. sam relaxes around you because youâre focused without being cold. you catch the details heâd try to minimize and call him out before he can lie. if you tell him to sit still, he sits. maybe not happily. but he sits.
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â you keep him calm by making the whole thing feel less ugly, which dean secretly needs more than he says.
àčàŁ â you talk softly, keep the room relaxed, and somehow make blood and motel towels feel less like a horror scene. dean trusts your hands because youâre gentle, but he trusts your tone even more. you can make him stop snapping without making him feel scolded. the only problemâs that if you smile at him too sweetly while taping gauze to his ribs, he starts acting stupid.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam trusts you with comfort, calm, and emotional damage control, even if you hesitate when things get gruesome.
àčàŁ â youâre excellent at keeping him grounded. you remind him to breathe, talk him through the pain, and create a little pocket of calm where he can stop pretending heâs fine. but if the woundâs messy, you may need a second to steady yourself. sam doesnât mind. your honesty about being scared makes him trust you more than a fake brave face would.
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â youâre calm under pressure, but dean gets suspicious when youâre too quiet with sharp objects.
àčàŁ â youâre good in a crisis. controlled. focused. maybe a little intense. dean trusts that you wonât fall apart, but your silence while stitching him up makes the room feel loaded in a way he doesnât enjoy and absolutely does enjoy. you donât baby him. you donât flinch. you just tell him to stop moving, and somehow he does. the tension is medical malpractice-adjacent.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam trusts your steadiness, but your ability to see through him makes first aid feel emotionally dangerous.
àčàŁ â you notice more than the wound. thatâs the problem. you notice when heâs trying not to groan, when heâs ashamed of needing help, when the injury scared him more than heâs saying. sam trusts your competence, absolutely. but he also feels exposed under your attention. you stitch him up cleanly, then say one quiet thing that hits harder than the injury.
đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â you crack jokes to distract him, but dean isnât entirely sure you remember where the antiseptic is.
àčàŁ â youâre funny. helpful? debatable. you keep the mood light, which dean appreciates until you start making bets about whether the scar will look cool. he laughs despite himself, then immediately regrets encouraging you. he trusts you to keep him awake, hand him supplies, and tell him ridiculous stories while somebody else does the stitching. alone with the needle? absolutely not, sunshine.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam loves your optimism, but he doesnât trust âthis is probably fineâ as a medical philosophy.
àčàŁ â you mean well, and youâre great at distraction. truly. sam could be bleeding through his shirt and youâd still manage to make him laugh, which matters. but youâre also a little too casual with danger for his liking. he wants clean hands, clear instructions, and someone who doesnât call a stab wound âspicy.â youâre on moral support duty. important role. far from the sutures.
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â youâre serious, practical, and hard to argue with, which makes dean behave better than he wants to.
àčàŁ â you donât waste time comforting his ego. you assess the wound, grab what you need, and tell him exactly how this is going to go. dean respects that because youâre competent and unflappable. he may accuse you of having the bedside manner of a tax auditor, but he still sits there and lets you work because youâre efficient. and because arguing with you while bleeding feels like losing twice.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam trusts you because you stay calm, make decisions, and donât crumble under pressure.
àčàŁ â you arenât overly warm, but youâre reliable. sam likes that in a medical crisis. you donât panic, donât overtalk, donât make his pain into something dramatic. you just fix what you can and keep moving. he trusts your seriousness because it feels safe. later, when the danger passes, he might notice the quiet care in how neatly you wrapped the bandage.
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â dean doesnât trust you with first aid because your methods sound experimental and you explain nothing until after the panic.
àčàŁ â you might be brilliant. thatâs not the issue. the issue is you saying âi saw this done once,â while holding medical tape and looking thoughtful. dean immediately wants a second opinion, a priest, and possibly a lawyer. youâre calm in weird emergencies, but your problem-solving style is too strange for a man who already distrusts WebMD. heâll let you hand him whiskey. maybe gauze. not the needle.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam trusts your intelligence, but not your habit of treating first aid like a theory with blood involved.
àčàŁ â you understand systems. you can figure things out. sam knows that. still, when heâs hurt, he doesnât want innovation. he wants proven methods and clean technique. youâre useful if something weirdâs happening, like poison, curses, strange symptoms, anything that needs lateral thinking. but for normal stitches, heâd prefer someone less likely to say, âtechnically, this should work.â
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â youâre gentle enough to help, but dean worries youâll start crying before he does, and heâs not emotionally prepared for that.
àčàŁ â you touch him carefully, almost too carefully, like hurting him would hurt you too. dean acts annoyed, but the truth is, your softness gets to him. he trusts you with cleaning wounds, wrapping bandages, sitting close when the adrenaline wears off. but if itâs bad enough for stitches, he keeps checking your face instead of the injury because he canât handle scaring you.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam trusts your compassion, but he worries you absorb too much pain while trying to help.
àčàŁ â youâre tender and careful, which makes him feel safe. you ask if the pressureâs okay, if heâs dizzy, if he needs a second. sam appreciates all of that. but if the woundâs serious, your empathy starts showing in your eyes, and then he feels guilty for needing care at all. youâre excellent for comfort. for emergency stitching, he may gently take over while you hold his hand and look devastated.
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â youâre brave, fast, and way too aggressive with medical supplies for dean to relax around you.
àčàŁ â you mean well. tragically. but you treat first aid like combat with smaller tools, and dean isnât thrilled about you coming at him with alcohol wipes and warrior energy. youâd be good in an emergency, sure, but for stitches? heâs flinching before you even touch him. you tell him to stop being dramatic. he tells you to stop holding the needle like youâre about to interrogate him with it.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam trusts your courage, not your bedside manner, and thereâs a difference.
àčàŁ â youâd absolutely save his life if you had to. the problemâs that you panic loudly by pretending not to panic at all. samâs bleeding, youâre swearing, the first-aid kit is open between you, and somehow youâre already mad at the wound⊠personally. he lets you help if thereâs no one else, but heâs giving instructions the whole time with the patience of a man trying not to pass out and correct you simultaneously.
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â youâre steady, calm, and stubborn enough to make him sit still even when heâs being impossible.
àčàŁ â dean trusts you more than he admits because you donât fuss. you clean the wound, tell him to hold still, and ignore every attempt he makes to deflect with sarcasm. youâre not overly soft, but you are careful. grounded. warm in a way that doesnât embarrass him. he complains the entire time and still gives you his arm first when something needs bandaging.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â you make first aid feel safe, practical, and not like another crisis he has to manage.
àčàŁ â sam likes that you donât spiral. blood doesnât scare you, pain doesnât rush you, and his silence doesnât make you nervous. you move slowly, carefully, with enough firmness to keep him from pretending the woundâs not that bad. he trusts your hands because they donât shake and because you donât make him feel weak for needing help.
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â youâre excellent at distracting him, but dean isnât convinced the person making jokes should also be holding a needle.
àčàŁ â you talk the whole time. constantly. about the case, about the motel wallpaper, about how dramatic heâs being for a man whoâs literally been to hell. and honestly? it works. dean gets annoyed enough to forget how much it hurts. still, he keeps one eye on your hands because youâre multitasking emotionally, verbally, and medically, which is terrifying.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam appreciates the distraction until you start using humor to avoid how scared you actually are.
àčàŁ â youâre good at keeping him awake, talking him through the pain, making him answer silly questions so he doesnât drift. sam sees the usefulness in that. he also sees when your jokes start coming too fast because the bloodâs getting to you. he trusts you with bandages, maybe cleaning a wound. stitches? only if you stop narrating like youâre hosting a medical podcast.
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đ°đąđđĄ đđđđ§ â youâre gentle enough that dean almost lets his guard down, which is exactly why he acts extra annoying.
àčàŁ â youâre careful with him in a way that makes him feel exposed. you clean blood from his skin like it matters, lower your voice when he flinches, and pretend not to notice when his jokes get thinner. dean trusts you because you care, but he also gets defensive because your softness sees too much. heâll grumble through the entire thing, then quietly let you check the stitches again later.
đ°đąđđĄ đŹđđŠ â sam trusts your tenderness, though sometimes he worries you feel his pain too much.
àčàŁ â youâre good with first aid because you donât treat the body like a machine. you notice when heâs pale, when his breathing changes, when he says heâs fine in that too-even voice. sam lets you help because your care feels sincere, not invasive. but if the injuryâs bad, he starts watching your face too, because the last thing he wants is to be another thing that scares you.
extremely underrated subgenre of tumblr post: when someone makes a general statement about something, and another person offers a counter-statement that's just completely nonsensical, and the OP just agrees instantly even if it makes no sense at all
writing is a fantastic hobby but the kicker is it's a lot harder to show your friends as it's progressing. with a sketch i can show someone and they'll be like oh that's an apple. you can't do that with words until you get a lot of them down. so i'll just be like damn fuckin. uhh. check this out
that's right. and that's just one of the several words i know
It amazes me that autistic dudes feel that their autism makes them entitled to be gross and creepy when autistic women manage to get by just fine without being creepy or needing to justify it with our autism.Â
I have a friend whoâs an autistic man. Earlier this week he went for a walk at night. Several different people thought he was creepy and called the police on him. Iâve known him for a long time and I can tell you that he unconditionally wasnât.  Being autistic in public is enough to get you called gross and creepy, if youâre male.Â
Not if youâre read as a woman, though. See, I also go for walks at night.  I spin in circles until I canât walk straight and sprint up and down the stairwells of random buildings and my facial expressions are weird as hell. I have done this at least once a week for the last three years, and no one has ever called the police on me, or even waved campus security in my direction, or even crossed the street to stay away.Â
Autistic men who do the exact same things as autistic women are in danger for them. Autistic men who do the exact same things as autistic women will be called gross and creepy for them.
Thatâs only one of the repellent things about this post, though. The other one is that autistic women do get called gross and creepy - particularly if theyâre fat, particularly if theyâre gender non-conforming, particularly if theyâre otherwise disabled. They get called gross and creepy for things they do because they are autistic. Do you think youâre helping them by claiming that this experience has never happened to them, that they arenât a real autistic woman if it did happen to them, that explaining that theyâre autistic in response to being called those words is believing their autism âmakes them entitledâ?
If your problem is that some autistic men violate boundaries, say that. If your problem is that others excuse their boundary violations by saying âbut theyâre autisticâ, or that they expect you to forgive them because theyâre autistic, say that. But âgrossâ and âcreepyâ are disability-coded words used to attack undesirable people for non-normative behavior, and if you use them against autistic people you are not an autistic advocate.
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