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丸井くんが熱い

野菜見たいな色になる…

#marui bunta #kirihara akaya #jackal kuwahara #art by op

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We do not need to see the nightmare because…..🌙

ayameandfriends

@holycowbrowniekitty

motel-pool

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#akutagawa jirou #sounds good

holycowbrowniekitty

It’s been a while since I posted something (fuck u tenirabi) and currently it’s freezing outside. Ryou describes my eternally pissed off face.

#Kisarazu Ryou #art by op #holy's art

writterings

i was sitting with a bunch of cis people at lunch who think i’m cis and they literally had an entire conversation on how “nowadays you can’t tell who’s transgender” while i there wearing a trans pride flag t-shirt

writterings

bringing this back bc i wore the shirt again today and some guy came up to me and gave me a high five while saying “FUCK YEAH SUPPORTING LESBIANS!!!” bc he thought it was the lesbian pride flag

pastelbunn

running-batty

It’s that time of year to say no to the Salvation Army.

Never forget they let a Trans woman die instead of helping her.

Never forget they have tossed entire families on the street for having an LGBT child.

Never forget they tell non Christian families that unless they convert they will not help them.

Never forget that the Salvation Army is bigoted and hateful, many of the bell ringers routinely heckle and harass LGBT couples.

#damn #wish i knew that last week when i gave them money

humans-are-seriously-weird

The Human Encryption #2

Well I guess my work has been worthless. The Lead Mind just cued us in to his new theory that humans lie to each other for fun, status, sometimes even as an occupation. What?! This is insane. Not only have we had to do all of this work manually, now we have to do it twice. Whelp, as the boss asked, this is my updated list of “findings” after initial cross referencing.

•Humans live in constant fear of being randomly struck with electricity from the sky. FALSE Humans are shown to be extremely resilient to almost every effect except stress. They would not survive.

•Rare Alpha-Type humans are referred to as “Chuck Norris” FALSE (it’s more likely that Chuck Norris is an anomaly specimen. Recommend study)

•The real dominant species of earth is the Emu FALSE while this species is the only organism capable of crushing humans in open conflict, they lack the population to be considered

•Platapus: proof of earth’s surprising organic diversity FALSE there is no way that thing exists.

•BUY 1 NOW GET 1 FREE CASH ONLY UNKNOWN (I swear, I did not submit this finding. It submitted itself while I was monitoring the archive. Is it a message? A greeting? A threat?)

#humans are weird

8bitrevolver

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!

kedreeva

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 of 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.

kedreeva

So, Saturday was Lenore’s 5 year anniversary of being adopted (Oct 28th, 2012!) and I thought I would post this video, from the day I brought her home. This is literally, as described above, all she did for like 3 days straight.

#i cried #i'm in the middle of the airport and i sat here crying

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theshyreader

DON’T SCROLL PASS! FOUND THIS ON GOOGLE+ AND I FEEL LIKE IT IS IMPORTANT!

Edit: This post almost has 500 notes! The more people who sees this, the more help the Internet receives!

#signal boost!

hidingoutbackstage

Did I ever tell you guys the story of how I got a letter from President Obama on my 13th birthday?

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No, please share

hidingoutbackstage

Okay, so when Jewish boys/girls turn thirteen, they have a ceremony called a bar/bat mitzvah. It’s a way to symbolize that we have become a young man/young woman, and it’s a big rite of passage for us.

At the time of my bat mitzvah, my uncle, who serves in the navy, had a job at the white house (one time he gave me and my family a tour, but that’s a story for another day). So, he worked at the white house, and it’s not like he was hanging out with the president all the time or anything spectacular, but he did know my uncle by his first name, so that was cool and important.

Anyways, a little while after my bat mitzvah and my 13th birthday, I received this in the mail:

At first I was already like, “whaaa??” My parents didn’t seem to know what it was about either. So I opened it, and, lo and behold:

along with:

So…yeah. My uncle was able to get the former president of the united states to send me a letter congratulating me on my bat mitzvah when I turned 13. Hope you enjoyed my story!

hidingoutbackstage

This is officially the Lucky Obama Birthday post, reblog and you’ll get a special present on your next birthday

disney-but-gayer

my birthday was yesterday do i really have to wait a whole year for this

ayameandfriends

This is so cute but a bat mitzvah is celebrated when a girl turns 12. 13 is only for boys

prettiestcaptain

[Smooth Criminal plays in the background]

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf

musashi

thoughts on the friendzone

when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. he wasn’t the only one. there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”

i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was

in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face. we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d turn the lights off during lunch time. one day they got in a fist fight over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my friendship, like it was something they owned.

in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly. everyone in the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my friend.

when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes and a smile that hid hurt behind it. people didn’t like him because he was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly. he became my friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around. we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home with the sunset silhouetting us. he talked often about how he loved me, but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on. that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb cunt.

in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the bus and talked to me about manga. he’d ask me personal invasive questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked attention. i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how much of an asshole he was every day. i wondered, why, why does he think the love of my life is an asshole? but whenever i asked him, he just told me, “girls only date assholes. there’s no room for nice guys like me.”

i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?

he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me, you know. being friendly. i thought we were friends. but then, how many times had i thought that before?

how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?

how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”

there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams. beneath a million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me. then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained about how he’d never get laid.

when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.

i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk about all my favourite games with me. he was the closest thing to support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind and friendly. but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come over every day and do it.

“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love you back? don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”

when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to just say

when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill. and i’m 18 years old, and i still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.

but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”

they were

“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”

so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so much:

put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex. that he just wanted her for a relationship. a girl who was just an object to win, a prize. a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.

maybe she friendzoned you. but you girlfriendzoned her, first.