Hey Sam! I’m getting a kitten this weekend!! Her name is Jinx and she’s a rescue and I’m so nervous and excited! As a person who is in the servitude of cats, do you have any tips for me?? (It’s late here and I should be sleeping but I love your blog and your fic and you 🙌🏻💛 have a good day, be safe ✨)
CONGRATULATIONS! Please post photographs when appropriate.
I had cats as a kid and I have the Sisters now, but they’re really the first pets I’ve had as an adult, so I don’t claim to be an expert. But from my research:
1. Don’t try to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. If she hides, leave out food and water and let her get comfortable. I intended to keep mine in the bathroom for a few days until they were comfortable but they were clearly comfortable nearly immediately, so after they got bored I was like, fine, let’s go play in the rest of the condo. They’ve never looked back!
2. At least 15 minutes of structured play per day -- interacting with her, playing with her with a cat dancer or laser pointer or kicking a little ball around, whatever kind of play she wants to do. Studies have shown cats that get even five minutes of structured play have fewer behavioral problems than cats who get none, but at least 15 minutes is ideal.
3. Clean the litterbox daily. There may be a few accidents, but if she is regularly peeing or pooping outside of the box, make sure it’s clean, that she understands it’s there, and then have her checked out by a vet (which as a rescue you should do anyway asap, just to be sure -- Polk had veterinary care at the shelter but the vet I took her to for a checkup still found an ear infection). Peeing outside of the box can be a sign of kidney issues or feline diabetes.
4. I assume you know not to have her declawed, but just in case, Don’t Have Her Declawed. Get her used to you handling her paws as much as possible, so that if you want to trim the claws in the future she’ll be chill about it. There are lots of sites on google that will tell you about how to train her to be cool with claw trimming. Also, make sure she has at least two scratching pads/posts.
5. Cats “throw” claws (the outer sheath of the claw comes loose and is shed, like a fingernail clipping) and kittens drop teeth as their adult teeth come in. Usually they’ll swallow the teeth but don’t freak out if you find claws or teeth lying around.
And finally, love your kitty! Be kind to her, be patient with her, and make sure she always has fresh water. :D
@toofarforward: Imagine Stiles walking into the store, seeing this and just buying the fuck out of it. There isn’t a child in the pack... yet... so who is he even going to gift it to?
And so the next pack meeting he just dumps it on Derek’s lap and says, “Make a child to put this in becasue it’s adorable.”
Then Derek would, straight-faced and deadpan, make a comment about Stiles helping him do that.
Oh my gosh, this is brilliant!
I was imagining Stiles buying this and their kid wanting to wear it as soon as they get it, so they wear it home and Derek just glares at Stiles and the only excuse Stiles could come up with was “But Derek, it’s so cute!”
“people here on tumblr dot com sure do get upset about the idea of...”
I'm glad people get that gender is a social construct and realise finally that it actually has no bearing on biological sex. Maybe people will stop mutilating themselves in order to conform to outdated societal norms now. What a relief.
whoa wait what hold up no.
that......... no. I legitimately can’t tell if your tags on that reblog are being sarcastic or not (I’m assuming yes?) but either way, no.
binary trans people exist. people who want to physically transition are real, and they matter and their choices matter. dysphoria is real and it fucking sucks, okay? nobody should be forced to deal with that shit, and calling that “mutilation” is frankly gross.
binary trans people who don’t want to transition are also real! so are nonbinary people, whether or not they feel physical dysphoria about their bodies! hating your body isn’t a prerequisite for being officially Trans with a capital T! loving your body isn’t a prerequisite for being enlightened and radical and officially Beyond Gender! stop policing people’s deep and personal feelings about their genders and their bodies! yikes!
look, i hate that we’ve gotten to this point where a post that was originally made to support a binary trans friend (who’s since gotten top surgery) and was getting a fuckton of shitty anons attacking his trans credentials is read as an attack on binary trans people.
I hate that we’ve gotten to the point where nonbinary and binary trans people end up pitted against each other in some sort of battle up Trans Mountain for the True Trans trophy. it sucks, it’s a sad, gross trap, it doesn’t help anyone, and I’d love to get out of it. we don’t have to stomp all over each other to win acceptance and safety.
I made this post two years ago. I wish I’d worded it a little better, maybe, but honestly I never expected it to blow up the way it did. my thinking on some things has changed, but I still don’t believe in gender gatekeeping, and I still don’t think that it’s my right or anyone else’s to jump all over who has suffered enough to claim their gender. gender isn’t some kind of salvation you have to self-flagellate enough to get. some people find coming to terms with their gender, or fighting for acceptance, or living in their body an incredibly painful experience. some people derive a lot of joy from their gender and their expression. sometimes those people are the same person. gender is complicated. people are complicated. it’s okay.
Drabble #15 – “You are completely unfit to handle a child.”
Pairing: Stiles/Lydia
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Stiles decides that babysitting is a great way to make some easy money to help his dad pay their bills. Lydia tags along to make sure everything turns out okay.
Tags: Humor, Fluff, Established relationship, Babysitting
A/N: This is just a little fluff. Stydia with kids it’s always a must.
Dedication: For Emily, @toofarforward. Happy birthday, honey!
Read on AO3, FF, Wattpad or below the cut.
“You are completely unfit to handle a child,” Lydia teases with a smile, closing the Stilinskis’ front door behind her and making her way to the living room, where Stiles is sitting on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table, legs crossed under him and completely entertained with the two kids he’s babysitting, colorful pens on the table and on the floor and on his lap… Everywhere around him, really.
Stiles frowns at her comment, the blue pen he had in his mouth falling to the coffee table making the five year old beside him chuckle at Stiles’ facial expression. “Why?”
Lydia has a snarky comeback on the tip of her tongue, but before she can say it she rushes to his side, worried. “Stiles!”
He startles and follows Lydia’s line of sight immediately at her concerned tone, turning back to find the one year old wanting to get out of the couch by himself. Stiles catches him in time, already used to it. “Come here, big guy. Where did you think you were going, uh?” he muses, sitting the baby boy on his lap. “He’s been doing this all afternoon, Lyds, I’ve got it covered.”
“Oh, you do?” she asks, raising an eyebrow and sitting on the couch beside Stiles, her knee bumping against his shoulder playfully as she bends over to make a silly face at the baby.
Stiles takes advantage of her being so close to him to steal a kiss on her cheek. “Hi.”
Lydia pecks his lips quickly in return. “Hi.”
“So…Unfit to handle a child, you say? Why would you ever think that?”
The goofy grin on Stiles’ face ends up making her laugh. The five year old laughs along with her. “He almost fell,” she tells her boyfriend pointedly even if it’s not what she’d meant at first, picking up the baby from Stiles to sit him on her lap instead.
“I got distracted for like a second,” Stiles mutters. “It was your fault, you distracted me.”
The baby starts playing with Lydia’s hair right away, grabbing at her fiery curls and trying to put them in his mouth. “Lets pretend that that was it,” she says jokingly. “And who’s this little guy?”
“That’s Max,” Stiles says after sticking out his tongue at the other kid, who was trying to rob the red pen from him. The kid laughs and steals it anyway. “He’s the devil’s brother. This is Damian, he’s the devil,” Stiles chuckles.
He points at his art companion and the kid slaps Stiles’ arm playfully, pouting, blushing when Lydia turns her attention to him. “I am not.”
“Oh, I believe you,” she tells Damian. “My name is Lydia. Stiles can be a little annoying sometimes, right? I’m sure you’re an angel.”
It’s Damian’s turn to stick his tongue out at Stiles. “See?”
Stiles looks at his girlfriend incredulous, feigning shock to amuse the little one. “I- I can’t believe you.”
“I can’t believe you. Stiles, I thought we’d agreed on keeping everything relatively tidied.”
They did.
It’s the summer before their third year at Stanford, and ever since they started college, Stiles has taken upon himself to babysit every time they have bigger breaks and come home to visit their families as a way of helping his dad with the bills.
Turns out neither the Sheriff nor Lydia (who Stiles has been dating since the end of senior year of high school) trust him that much around children for long periods of time, let alone unsupervised, so Lydia usually stops by to make sure that a catastrophe doesn’t happen.
(They don’t talk much about the time when Stiles was so distracted by Lydia when she had showed up at the neighborhood playground that he almost left with her and forgot about Tea, the little girl he was babysitting then.
Or the time when he was doing clay with the seven year old twins and clay was pretty much everywhere when she got home with the Sheriff after they’d picked up dinner for everyone and those are just two of the reasons why they have rules now. Stiles babysits but things have to be, at the very least, tidied and controlled and clean.
Lydia is at fault, really, always. At least that’s how he sees it.
It’s not his fault that he’s dating a goddess and that she has this innate talent to show up exactly when she shouldn’t.)
“Well, it’s not so bad today,” he complains. “It’s just pens. Everything else is where it’s supposed to. Even the little devil here helped me put away the toys before we had lunch,” Stiles says, patting the young boy on the shoulder.
Damian beams proudly and Lydia mirrors him, running her free hand through Stiles’ hair out of habit. “See, Stiles? Damian can behave.”
The boy chuckles, Stiles frowns. “Whose side are you on?” Before Lydia can answer, Max starts kicking off his feet and stirring, trying to get to the floor. “Oh, put him down,” Stiles exclaims enthusiastically. “Mrs. Turner said we should encourage him to walk a little more for practice.”
“Practice for what?” Lydia asks teasingly.
It doesn’t escape Stiles how she blushes, and boy does he feel butterflies in his stomach.
They’ve been together for two years already, and things between them are as good and healthy as having a romantic relationship with their best friend can be. Sure they bicker and nag at each other and argue just a little too much but that’s them, and Stiles couldn’t honestly be happier.
They moved in together in their first year at college. It didn’t make sense that they were both attending the same university and dating and living apart. Saving money for the future was untouched subject at first but soon came around, especially when an inconvenience forbid them of coming home for their first Christmas and they got to spend it by themselves.
Ever since then, the fact that their future lies with the other is just an admission of what they know to be the truth, not much of a dream anymore, and so plans for the future are made from time to time. They’ve discussed lightly a proposal after they’re finished with college, then Lydia getting her Fields Medal, only after that kids. Children is not a subject they discuss often at all but sometimes, mostly in jest, both express their desire of having a child eventually.
He can’t seriously wait for it, though, even if he’s just twenty. He’s been waiting for so long to have his life with Lydia now.
“For Max to practice walking, not for us to practice swooning over him practicing walking, obviously,” he replies cheekily, gaining another peck before Lydia gets up to put the toddler down, holding his hands at first for him not to fall.
“Ohhhh.”
Both Lydia and Stiles turn to face Damian, who’s looking at both of them surprised. “What’s wrong, honey?” Lydia asks sweetly.
“You kissed,” the boy murmurs, putting his little hand over his mouth for good measure since he’d missed the first kiss because he was coloring his book.
Stiles blushes despite himself. “Well, Lydia is my girlfriend so I get to kiss her.”
“Like mommy and daddy?” the boy asks, curious.
Lydia starts walking with Max slowly, only one of her hands on his now. “Something like that, yes,” she answers.
“Are you married?”
Stiles chuckles. “Not yet, buddy. But someday.”
The looks Stiles shares with Lydia makes her want to kiss him senseless. She grins. “Yeah, someday.”
“Can I go to your wedding?”
Stiles tries his best not to comment on how Damian hasn’t stopped asking questions all afternoon. “I don’t know. If you behave, maybe.”
The boy ponders about it some, choosing a different color to continue his work of art. “She’s really pretty,” he tells Stiles, his eyes on the paper as Stiles raises his eyebrows suggestively at Lydia.
“She’s the prettiest. But I have dibs.”
“Why, thank you,” Lydia chuckles freely, stopping a few feet away from Stiles and getting down on her knees behind little Max, who’s maintaining his balance on his own, Lydia’s hand on his waist ghostly just in case. “You think he’ll come over to you?” she asks her boyfriend, eager to try it.
She and Stiles around children always ends up with them having some parenting experience of some sort and she can’t shake away the feeling that someday, eventually, they’ll get to have it with their own kids and dammit, she can’t lie, she can’t wait for that.
“I think so. I let him wander around a bit when Damian was napping and it went fine.”
“Wanna try it?”
It’s the hope he sees in her eyes that has him nodding. “Yeah, come on.” Stiles kneels too and turns to face Max, his attention briefly on Damian. “Tell you what, you little devil. If Max walks all the way over to me, I’ll let you have cookies for dessert. How does that sound?”
Damian claps his hands excitedly, eyes wide. “Cookies!”
“You need to help me call Max then, alright?” The boy nods solemnly. “Okay, Lyds. We’re ready.”
Lydia purses her lips in a smile before giving in to a full grin, kissing the baby’s temple before holding one of his hands and encourage him to start walking. “Come on, Max, lets go.”
“Come here, buddy,” Stiles incites, reaching his arms to make sure that the baby moves in his direction.
Max seems unsure at first, turning back to look at Lydia and putting his fingers in his mouth, but then he turns around to the excited calls of both Stiles and Damian and he starts walking their way, unsteady steps and swaying a bit but he goes, and Lydia is crawling behind him completely thrilled.
He reaches Stiles soon enough – he wasn’t that far at all, really – and Stiles scoops him up in his arms and then holds him high, making the toddler let out a delicious baby giggle that has Stiles and Lydia laughing all too enthusiastically, and these are the moments Lydia thinks about when the supernatural decides to knock on their door and make their lives a living hell again, the moments when they get to be freely, truly happy over such small things like babysitting someone else’s kids.
“Do I get cookies?”
“You sure get cookies,” Stiles tells Damian. “Max did great,” he whispers, sitting the toddler on his lap again and tickling him.
Lydia sits on the floor beside Stiles, one of her hands around his waist and the other playing with Max’s little feet. “He really did. And you’re doing great too, Damian. I love your drawing,” she praises. “Would you let me color with you?”
The boy nods all too eagerly for having her attention and pushes his book over to her. “You can have the blue. I don’t want it anymore,” he says, bending over the coffee table to get yet another pen after Lydia accepts the blue one.
She starts coloring the tail of a mermaid. It’s only fitting.
“Blue is pretty,” Stiles whispers just for her to hear, and Lydia gives in to a knowing smile. “You’re pretty,” he mumbles, kissing just below her ear inconspicuously.
Lydia glances at him, adoration in her eyes. “You’re pretty.”
Stiles kisses her this time.
This is why every single kid he babysits ends up telling their parents that Stiles is too lame but that’s he’s okay. Apparently, he’s cool when he babysits and the kids want more of it and he’s funny when he’s with Lydia because he gets embarrassed because of her sometimes. Stiles can’t exactly say he dislikes it hearing it.
If it gives him the opportunity of having such a happy escape from their running-for-our-lives routine and he has Lydia to share the experience with, he can totally live with that.
You may have answered this already somewhere else, but when did you first discover TOP and how? (You have an excellent taste in music, btw, and an equally awesome blog)
thanks so much!! and i first heard their song anathema in late 6th grade and it was on my youtube suggestions thing and i instantly fell in love ((:
url: 10/10icon: 1000000/10 oh m y goD theme: 8/10overall: 10/10side note: YOU’RE DAN HOWELL AF AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT
send me a question (doesn’t have to be abt top) for a blog rate!!
Hello friend! I'm sorry I didn't come and say hello earlier (I have no excuse, I was literally just distracted by internet and that is bad bad bad of me I am very apologetic). Guess what! My sister got a job at the local cinema and now she gets free popcorn. I am 100% jealous rn, because she also sometimes gets to see the movies for free so yeah, not cool bro. On the plus side, I now also have free popcorn, so I guess I can't complain too much, haha. How was your day, lovely??
Haha ‘tis okay, I was working on a position paper for humans and reblogging stuff c:
OMG that’s so cool like cinemas are the best places to work at (I have this friend whose older sis works at one and she also gets to watch some movies completely free and I think that is hella rad, not sure about the popcorn tho) ew you lucky butt haha popcorn is awesome!
My day was… relatively badass and kind of sad. Yep. I had a practical test for Physics (ahhh the perks of being a triple science student) and two hours of math (which was actually kinda fun, what with limits and differentiation and stuff.) yep that is pretty much it, how was yours? (i need more emoticons that I have not overused yet sigh why is life so hard?)
*ultimate hugs* Best way to spend a rainy night. And music wise I'm not altogether fussy. One Direction are on the list, and so is Ed Sheeran, Arctic Moneky's, 1975, 5SOS, Sam Tsui.. lately I've been more into acoustic and instrumental, OH and acappella is awesome, also lullaby renditions. As for reading, I'm more into fanfic myself, at the moment. Mostly Frostiron or Superhusbands. Or Phan. I haven't read a proper book for a while (other than for school). What about you?? (Music? books? fics?)
Yes, yes it is! :>
Music wise I listen to a pretty wide(-ish?) range of stuff, but Fall Out Boy is bae and so is MCR and Panic! At The Disco (though I went through a very extensive Adam Lambert phase a few months ago sooo)(also I listen to random french/japanese things because they sound nice)(also 40% of my playlist is dubstep/violin dubstep/drumstep/electronic)(PENTATONIX whooo do you listen to them?)
Reading wise I’m also into fanfics, but my current reading list contains more Jimlock, MorMor, Mike/Harvey, Clintasha, Stony, and Destiel c:(Phan is an awesome ship but it’s hard to find decent fanfiction online and reading short smutty fics about real people is… awkward, I guess?) Haven’t read in a long time (funny, I used to be a bookworm to end all bookworms) except To Kill A Mockingbird for lit class and Artemis Fowl because I was feeling sad and missed books.
(MORMOR THOUGH THAT SHIP NNNGH ME LOVE LOVE)
Ooooh I used to listen to Sam Tsui too (mostly the covers on Youtube) but I don’t really do that nowadays because I’m really really busy with things :c
So what do you do for entertainment besides Tumblr/fics? :>
