Started playing Left 4 Dead 2. Failed at everything.
Started playing Left 4 Dead 2. Failed at everything.
people dont blog about the princess bride enough
she doesn’t even try to walk down she just dives head first onto a fucking hill buttercup what even god i love this movie
Can you survive all 5 nights?
every time this comes up on my dash i do this weird dance no one should ever see
P4GA:E07:Chaos, plain chaos.
On that day, Mankind received a cute and uplifting reminder.
what the fuck do you even post
The Little Rascals 20th Anniversary Reunion
This makes me the happiest.
oh my god
i wanna fuck alfalfa
The Camel Toe Challenge
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
THIS POST MAKES ME SO SAD, I JUST WANT TO HUG ALL THE KITTIES ;-;
Both my beautiful kitties came to me when they where adults, james-morietti, disforea and I adopted them both a beautiful Russian blue male named Spyke with three legs and a crooked tail, who we got through an aquaintance who needed to have him rehomed and a sassy, anti social and initially mistrusting as hell British blue female named castiel (cas for short) who was a stray james’ sister found near her work.
Both of them really REALLY didnt get on at first but now 2 years together and they secretly love each other although we aren’t allowed to say that.
Anywho thats not my point; normally in a shelter situation neither would be considered to be adoptable. Needless to say both of them are my beautiful babies and I couldn’t imagine my life without them.
Oh, no, of course, you’re right. My mistake.
Some Denny’s booths you enter and enjoy a nice meal, others you enter and travel magnificent distances through space and time….
Denny’s is a superwholockian
Denny’s what the hell
No, no and no. REBLOG this please, this shouldn’t be allowed and we need to spread the word to everybody about this injustice!
The actual news article: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2726219/Yasmin-Thomas-victim-disgusted-walked-free.html
It’s time for all countries to stand up and say no more special treatment based on gender, race or sexual orientation.