Heard Someone Say Archive Of Our Own Should Install A "dislike" Button And I Thought I Should Say This:

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{Killer and Eilidh Comfort Doodles}

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Killer has lots of stress on him and is constantly feeling tired but is unable to sleep. So, Eilidh lets him lay his head on her lap to unwind. She massages his skull and kisses his forehead sometimes, just letting the comforting silence soak in while Killer relaxed.

{Killer belongs to Rahafwabas, Eilidh (my sona) belongs to me, dividers either by sister Lucifer or other creators}

Pokemon Crochet Pattern Masterlist

Never thought I'd finish this but I finally tracked down a crochet pattern for EVERY Pokemon*. Gonna say that 85% of them are in English but there's a few I could only find in other languages (should still be understandable for the most part), ~30% of them also have videos, a majority have images but a handful are text only... Give me another day and I'll put together another post with more stats lol

You can find the list in this spreadsheet, with links to at least one pattern for every Pokemon, videos if applicable, names/websites of their designers.

*Up to date as of 4/1/2025 with at least one entry for each Pokemon, but not every single alternate/variant

Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.

I don’t think I’ve talked much about having a service dog on here, but maybe I should

Boom used to be my service dog, I got him the summer before my last year of high school bcuz I needed a nurse 24/7 to ensure I could eat/sleep/stay alive due to a recent very traumatizing event in my life and my mom came up with the service dog idea.

Getting him was hard. And expensive. No trainers were up to my standards. I, who could barely take care of myself, had to train my own dog. The problem is no matter how hard I worked, my own family or other trainers would ruin it all by messing up my commands, by letting my dog do things I had trained him not to do. It wasn’t training anymore, I ended up simply having breakdowns because everyone kept ruining my dog. People close to me thought they could be an exception to the rules I had taught my MEDICAL AID because surely my DOG would learn the difference between them and strangers.

Eventually I brought him to school. Printed papers explaining what a service dog was and how to behave around him and I plastered them all over the place.

People barked at him, petted him, tried to grab his attention.

His harness was hot pink, patches and signs on it that very clearly said “DO NOT TOUCH” and shit like that.

Someone defaced one of the papers.

Going to school was already hard, I could barely leave the house, my mom had to accompany me to the school doors every morning and then a social worker at school would greet me there and take care of me throughout the day.

I had my own locker at a floor mostly unoccupied so I wouldn’t see other people much and my dog wouldn’t be too distracted.

But it was still to much and I ended up dropping out four months before graduation.

I couldn’t leave the house. I had Boom but he wasn’t perfect yet. People kept ruining him.

But eventually I managed to leave the house. Go to a shopping mall from time to time with him to just walk and have fun.

Too many times people came up to me to tell me the gear I used was hurting my dog. Too many times people came up to me to tell me that their own dog died. Too many people came up to him and pet him without even acknowledging my presence. Too many people telling me they wished they could bring their pets anywhere. Too many people disrespecting me and my service dog.

I stopped going out. I stopped being with my dog.

All this stress and trauma drove a wedge between my dog and I. I consider him my mother’s dog now.

I had to learn to handle myself alone when I went out. It took me years to learn to go out by myself. Only last year I started doing that.

My dog doesn’t live in my room with me anymore.

Having a service dog did still save my life. But those around me ruined that. They made it about themselves. They prioritized my dog over me. My dog that LOVES working. If you tell him “do you want to go to work” chances are he’ll get so excited he will attempt to do a backflip.

We used to have a deep bond. That bond is now broken. People took that from us.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is:

Let people and their service dogs alone.

You are not an exception.

You are not special.

You are disrupting the dog’s training and distracting it.

You are endangering a human life because you can’t resist petting the cute dog.

This isn’t about you. This is about a disabled person trying to simply live their lives.

You don’t know what you’re talking about, your advice is unsolicited and lacks understanding of what the life of a working dog is.

Just leave us alone.

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I literally can't keep up with all these gofundme asks and messages, forgive me but I'm not doing anymore reblogs or answers for the gofundme, they just keep coming and I can't keep doing this. They come every few minutes, all throughout the day, and I'm not on here 24/7 to do this. I think it's a little too much. I understand the importance but getting asks and messages everyday is too much for me here. Please ask someone else to do all these reblogs. I already did a few hoping to help, but now they just keep coming even after I've already helped. I don't want to see anymore.

I will result in ignoring or blocking if this continues. I'm sorry for the ones they hoped for me to do something but I've already had multiple people asking and pleading as it is before you. Something like this is meant for someone that can genuinely help, I'm just a simple person, one that doesn't really communicate and can't really do much for you. So please respect my wishes, and I'm sorry it's come to this.

(like this is happening so much that it's starting to become spammy and suspicious from accounts different or not constantly contacting me over it.)