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The black color is natural for a black moor goldfish, but they do often change color as they age, sometimes in response to tank conditions. In this case, the vibrancy of the color is more important to note than the color itself. The scales begin very dull and then as Monstro recovers they become vivid.

Monstro is probably suffering from either chemical burns, dropsy, or both. Fish can probably become depressed in a fish way, but it is not the reason he stopped swimming.

Dropsy is an infection of the swim bladder which helps fish float. The water changes help reduce the inflammation and aquarium salt makes it harder for bacteria to grow in the wounds while he fights off the infection.

The chemical burns are probably from living in a too-small or badly filtered tank. Goldfish produce a lot of waste including ammonia, which in large amounts can cause the burns. The water changes are again helping reduce the ammonia level and keeps the water clean while he's recovering, like how for humans with chemical burns we flood with saline.

Because of the amount of waste they produce, goldfish need 10-20 gal each absolute minimum, but still think of that as living in a bathroom as a human. Even this setup may need to grow a bit larger as monstro and it's friends age

Goldfish can live 20/30 years, humans just are Extremely Bad at caring for fish the way we do other pets. Most goldfish need a whole pond and friends to be happy. The goldfish bowl was a temporary viewing object in China to show off the fish to guests in their rooms, and was misunderstood by European visitors to be how the fish were kept all the time.

Fish (and most cold blooded animals and birds) are exempt from most animal abuse protections and retail pet stores are almost fully unregulated in their treatment of animals. Woo!

some of these are slight nsfw

facing your lover in bed, sharing a moment of vulnerability in which your eyes meet, and your gaze drops to each other's lips. you then turn away, but your lover can't quite look away from you

intertwining your fingers, and pulling away when you realize what's happening

you don't have anything to sleep in, so your lover lends you their shirt. a couple weeks later, you find the same shirt in your room. you never gave it back, and you're reminded of what it was like to sleep in the same bed as them

you share an accidental kiss and agree never to speak about it again, but you can't stop thinking about what happened that night

your enemy has been crying, it's a moment of vulnerability. they've only got one bed in their house, but they're in need of comfort, your comfort. you're a bit hesitant at first, but you're being asked to hold them tonight, so you let yourself into their bed

sleeping in the same bed, playing with each other's fingers. you think nothing of it, it's just platonic, but there's a huge sense of something else in your gazes

you assure your lover that you're good with taking the couch. a couple hours later, your lover goes to grab a glass of water, and sees you asleep on the couch. they carry you into their bed, feeling bad about you sleeping on the couch, and you subconsciously start snuggling them

''i mean... no big deal, right? we used to do this all the time as kids.''

joking about sleeping with each other as your lover straddles your hips, but then your lover get a little too close to your face, and things grow quiet, the previous playful atmosphere turning into something neither of you can explain. your lover removes themselves from your body, and neither of you say a word

you and your lover haven't talked in a while, you've had a bad argument. sleeping in the same bed however, you decide to talk things out

face-to-face with your lover, you say ''i've always wondered what it would be like to kiss you.'' your lover raises an eyebrow, considers for a moment. then, they pull you on top of them, and you pin their arms to the side. you lower your lips to meet theirs

you grab your lover by the face, caressing their check, assuring them that ''there's no one i'd rather share a bed with.'' you're both still in denial about your feelings

arguing over who should take the bed, realizing that you're not going to come to an agreement. you both decided to sleep on the floor

your enemy insist on sleeping in the same room as you, and knowing there's only one bed, you think this is their way of trying to kill you. but instead, they admit that the pent out sexual tension is getting too much, and suggest you sleep with each other to get it out of your system

there's two beds, but neither of you are sleeping. instead, you're looking at each other. longing for contact. eventually, you get out of the bed, and climb into your lover's

you refuse to take the bed, but your friend is stronger than you and throws you over their shoulder and onto the bed, determined to take the couch instead

you ask your lover if you can cuddle, seeing as you're already in bed together

you're friends, but there's only one bed, and there's unresolved feelings, and it's late, and suddenly your friend is on top of you, and you end up sleeping with each other

your enemy is reluctant to get into bed with you, but when you wake up the next day, you can feel their heartbeat, and their arms tightly wrapped around you

you're enemies, but there's tension, and you can feel your enemy's fingers trace down your body... you allow them to explore, and when your enemy pulls away, worried they've gone to far, you place their hand back on your body

you and your lover has slept with each other before, but you broke things off with each other. now, having to share a bed, you're both in agreement that nothing is going to happen between you. your relationship is over and done with. expect for the fact that you can't keep your hands off of each other

you're forced to sleep in your enemy's bed, and as you get in, you find a bunch of weapons hidden in the mattress

there's only one bed and you ask your lover if they have feelings for you, knowing that they can't escape the conversation. they're quiet at first, but then admit to being in love with you. not much else happens after that. hearing this confession, you don't know how to act

your enemy rolls on top of you, and with their body pressing into yours, eyes gazing deep into your eyes and slipping to your lips, you arch your body closer to them

there's only a small couch so you have no choice but to lay body to body, breathing each other in

the blanket isn't big enough for you to stay on either side of the bed so you're forced to scoot closer to each other (or there's only one pillow)

Quotes : Jonathan Safran Foer // Albert Camus // Donna Tartt // Donna Tartt // Friedrich Nietzsche // Edgar Allen Poe // Rainer Maria Rilke //

Danai Gurira and the cast of TWD.

Well,l they made me cry.