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Today I had to chase my own dogs with a broom because they cornered a possum under the deck and I couldn't get them out. The difficulty level of this stage in the game of my life was compounded by the fact that I was wearing slippers and there's ice all over the ground so I kept sliding and almost falling down. Also: I am deathly afraid of possums in the way that anyone who grows up in the swamp learns to be as a survival tactic.
They're brothers. Not in that "we call our pets siblings way, and that's not weird at all." (I do this, I'm mocking myself.) They're littermates. And clearly unaware of their far too large for that normal-sized cat bed.
Ok, so I found prompt that screamed at me that I should just get over myself: AU, where they (or one of them are) Ghostbusters or Hunters or something like that. Dealing with the supernatural. SAVING PEOPLE
Uh, I think you can see the appeal?
Here.
This came full-borne with a plot.
They're brothers. Not in that "we call our pets siblings way, and that's not weird at all." (I do this, I'm mocking myself.) They're littermates. And clearly unaware of their far too large for that normal-sized cat bed.
Ok, so I found prompt that screamed at me that I should just get over myself: AU, where they (or one of them are) Ghostbusters or Hunters or something like that. Dealing with the supernatural. SAVING PEOPLE
Uh, I think you can see the appeal?
Here.
This came full-borne with a plot.