this groom was over 18 months ago and the owners haven't come back since so I don't feel bad posting shame photos but omfg this is the only time I've ever had to use a 30 blade to get under matting. (10 is usually the shortest we use except for particular areas like paw pads (15), or for specialised breed grooms (40 for show-quality poodle face and feet)).

Under the cut for (non-gory) animal neglect and discomfort.

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

This planet has-or rather had-a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.

Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.

And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.

Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.

This is not her story.

ALL THIS HAPPENED, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true. One guy I knew really was shot in Dresden for taking a teapot that wasn’t his. Another guy I knew really did threaten to have his personal enemies killed by hired gunmen after the war. And so on. I’ve changed all the names.

I really did go back to Dresden with Guggenheim money (God love it) in 1967. It looked a lot like Dayton, Ohio, more open spaces than Dayton has. There must be tons of human bone meal in the ground.

I went back there with an old war buddy, Bernard V. O’Hare, and we made friends with a cab driver, who took us to the slaughterhouse where we had been locked up at night as prisoners of war. His name was Gerhard Müller. He told us that he was a prisoner of the Americans for a while. We asked him how it was to live under Communism, and he said that it was terrible at first, because everybody had to work so hard, and because there wasn’t much shelter or food or clothing. But things were much better now. He had a pleasant little apartment, and his daughter was getting an excellent education. His mother was incinerated in the Dresden fire-storm. So it goes.

He sent O’Hare a postcard at Christmastime, and here is what it said:

“I wish you and your family also as to your friend Merry Christmas and a happy New Year and I hope that we’ll meet again in a world of peace and freedom in the taxi cab if the accident will.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Author: astolat Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: backdated, Truth or Dare, Crossdressing Kink, Genderplay, First Time Summary:

"We've got twelve hours of highway to go and I'm bored," Dean said.

Quote: "Sam," Dean said, strangled, and turned back to let Sam kiss him some more. Sam cupped Dean's face between his hands and smoothed his thumbs over the cheekbones, blush glittering on his fingers: Dean had put a little too much on. It didn't matter, he was still beautiful, his eyes shut and his face tilted up willingly, his hands curling around Sam's shoulders and then slowly sliding down to go around his waist, pressing them closer together. Sam's cock rubbed up against the cool silky smooth of Dean's skirt, felt Dean's cock on the other side of it.

skatervalentine replied to your post:the trouble with writing more stories for a verse...

I just google random keywords until I hit something relevant and hope that was all. :) Except sometimes I KNOW I've said more than that but can't remember whether it's canon or a comment somewhere on one of the fics on one of the platforms it's been posted on, sigh.

now I am stuck with the dilemma of 'how do I add a warning for Balthazar giving his little brother bad advice on dealing with the aftermath of rape because he completely misses the point on what part of it's stressing Castiel out because, to be fair, Castiel explained it to him very very badly, but what he's left with is what looks an awful lot like victim blaming because the emphasis is on "don't rock the boat and I'll help you cover up if you need it"'. 

DAMMIT BALTHAZAR stop complicating my fic

now i feel like i need to write another scene with Gabriel and Balthazar having it out later on so that we know that what Balthazar said is not okay but also that he was doing the best he could given the circumstances and his perspective and argh. I just feel like the fic I've written ends up saying 'yes, just shut up and don't tell the person in authority who is your brother and whom you trust the extent of the trauma that's been done to you, and guess what? this will all work out fine in the end because you will get nice romantic sex with dean! while he's in heat and therefore completely oblivious to most of the nuances despite being the narrator for that part of the story!'

dammit, issues, this is why I tried to keep this fic simple.