Cassidy Lou

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[writing-prompt-s]

after dying god informs you that hell is a myth, and “everyone sins, its ok”. instead the dead are sorted into six “houses of heaven” based on the sins they chose.

[wpsstories]

We arrived first at the House of Lust. “House” is a misleading term. It was more of a camp, spread over acres and acres of lush forest. There was a white sandy beach (nude, of course) full of copulating couples. There were little cabins sprinkled all along the path, from which orgasmic moans regularly came belting out. Men with six pack abs and women with perky breasts strolled by without even noticing me and God. They only had eyes for each other, tickling and pinching each other with flirtatious giggles.

“What do you think?” God asked as we passed a nineteen-way taking place in a pool of champagne. Little cherubs flitted overhead armed with mops and cleaning supplies, thankfully. “Lust is our most popular sin.” I eyed the supermodel-like figures of a couple passing nearby, and could easily see why. “You can look however you want. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want. No fetish is too taboo, and no desire can be denied here.”

It was quite tempting, but I wasn’t ready to make a permanent decision here. “Let’s see the others,” I told God.

We carried on to Greed. We passed rows and rows of mansions, each more opulent than the next. Some of them were so large that they would have had enough bed rooms to fit my entire hometown. And so many different styles: one second, we were in a beautiful French vineyard in front of a gorgeous chateau with the Alps in the background. The next second, a warm tropical beach with a modern mansion atop breathtaking cliffs. After that, a ski chalet in Colorado with a roaring fire in a hearth large enough to fit an ox. Each one had various Italian sports cars and Rolls Royces parked in front, with the occasional smattering of boats, helicopters, etc.

“Any material desire you ever wanted,” God explained. “Your own world, where you can have everything. You want the Hope Diamond? You can fly to Washington DC in your own solid gold helicopter and buy it from the Smithsonian. Hell, you can just buy the Smithsonian.”

Also tempting, but I decided to keep looking.

Gluttony was next up. Tables and tables of the very finest foods: beautiful steaks cooked medium rare; butter-poached lobster tail; fresh oysters on a half shell; exotic wines in dusty bottles that had been hiding in the cellars of the world’s finest restaurants. Everyone had a glass of champagne in hand and simply lounged on couches and chairs near the tables, eating endlessly. As soon as the inhabitants took a bite, the food just instantly came back. My mouth watered even watching them.

“In every other House, the food is practically sawdust compared to Gluttony,” God explained. “You haven’t truly experienced heaven until you’ve been to Gluttony.”

I shook my head, and we kept moving.

Sloth was as you’d expect. An endless sea of the softest mattresses, stacked with cushions and pillows that made the story of the princess and the pea seem minimalist. Little angels visited each resident, giving them massages that made them all melt into their blankets.

Wrath was… well, a lot like what I’d expect Hell to be like. Fire, brimstone, whips, torture.. you know, the works. Except here, you weren’t the one being tortured. Every enemy you’d ever made in your real life was now under your thumb. “Lots of people choose their fathers,” God explained. “Lots of grudges against parents in general, you know. But you’re not limited to that. Someone beat you out for a big promotion back on Earth? Take your pound of flesh here.”

Then we arrived at Envy. It looked… well, a lot like home.

“Go on in,” God said, gesturing toward the door. I turned the knob and walked in… and found Emily waiting inside. She ran forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and planted a kiss right on my lips. “Welcome home, honey.”

I looked back toward God. “Oh, don’t be coy,” he said. “You have no secrets from me. We all know that you were in love with your best friend’s wife.” She didn’t seem to hear him at all; she went back into the hall. “We all know that you just settled for your own wife while secretly pining after her. Well, this is your chance to live happily ever after.”

I peered into the kitchen. Emily was baking something, wearing nothing but an apron. Her curly black hair fell softly over her shoulder as she whisked ingredients. She turned back, noticed I was observing her, and an enthusiastic smile spread across her face.

“It’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” God whispered in my ear.

I wanted to take it. God damn did I want to take it. But I shook my head.

God seemed puzzled. “You need to make a decision,” he told me.

“I haven’t seen Pride yet.”

He scoffed. “No one ever wants Pride, trust me.”

“Well, I want to see it.”

_________________________

Pride was boring. Just a row of workbenches in a bare white room.

“I don’t get it,” I told God.

“Yeah, no one does,” he answered. “That’s why no one ever chooses it. Doesn’t cavorting in Lust sound better than sitting here building little trinkets for the rest of eternity? Wouldn’t you rather gorge yourself in Gluttony? Or spend time with Emily in Envy?”

I considered the options again. “I pick Pride,” I finally told him.

He narrowed his eyes. “What? Look at it!” He gestured around the room again. There wasn’t much to look at. “Why would you choose this for the rest of time?”

“Because you don’t want me to pick it,” I told him. If he was really God, he’d know what a contrarian I can be. And I knew he was hiding something, trying to pretend like Pride didn’t exist. There was something special about it.

God scowled back. “Fine.” He led me over to one of the workbenches. In the center, there was a black space. A blank, empty void that went on forever. “Here’s your universe,” he said. “You’ve got seven days to get started.” He took his seat at the bench next to me and went back to tinkering in his own world. After a long pause, he finally spoke again: “You know, it might be nice for me to actually have some company for once.”

[feral-flower-child]

FUCKING I MEAN.

IT’S LIKE 7AM AND I LOVE GONNA REBLOG SO I CAN READ THIS SHIT AGAIN

[vincent-van-gtg]

[fitnessdesire]

Can’t risk it

[laderdesders1]

The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.

[sweetpea-imagines]

I need creativity rn

[conniebbyscandycane]

Same.

[levi-ish]

I’m a writer, so…

[cassidylou7]

Witchy mermaid for Mermay

[off-to-elsewhere-deactivated202]

I haven’t seen anyone talking about the credits on HTTYD 3 and how they picked all the most emotionally driven scenes from all the movies to make that special goodbye

That’s how it felt like, like the people who worked on the movies were saying their goodbyes. They went on and all the way back from the beginning for this, it was one of the most beautiful things on this movie

[cassidylou7]

I saw THW today and I feel like I’ve lost a close friend

[oxytocinwanted-deactivated20181]

So the only all-bird rehab center in North Texas is about to shut down

I can’t even put into words how upset I am about this. Rogers Wildlife Rehabilitation has been open for almost twenty years, and is the only place in North Texas that takes in literally any type of bird if it’s been injured, orphaned, or otherwise incapacitated. They’re finally out of funds, and if they can’t come up with anything by April 2nd, they’re going to be forced to close their doors.

They’ve never turned away birds. Not when it’s a surprise 200 baby cattle egrets that’ve been orphaned because city planners thought they could cut down their homes and no one would notice. Not when it’s raptors with one good eye and in need of seven different antibiotics. Not even when it’s ducks that irresponsible parents won’t let their kids keep after easter. This is where anyone let me first get up close to birds. I mean, I’ve known I wanted to work with birds and wildlife since I was seven- I’m twenty four now, and halfway through an environmental science master’s and it’s a big reason I kept going.

I’ve been going to this place on and off for ten years, I was THIRTEEN when I started volunteering and seeing all the terrible things that happen to the birds that come in. Not just…hit by trucks, or caught in a hailstorm but parrots that have been left in foreclosed houses for weeks, and roosters that have come out of cock fighting rings and would otherwise be put down because the SPCA and humane societies don’t think they’re salvageable. There’s an emu that was raised there as a baby because no one wanted her. Her name’s Riley and I can’t even begin to comprehend what shutting the doors to the center would mean?

They don’t get government aid. They’ve been funded by the public donating and Kathy, the lady who owns the place, going through her retirement funds and savings and her social security to keep it running. She’s finally run out of money. Please,  just reblog? Even if you can’t donate anything- and I know it’s a lot to ask for poor teenage/college kids to donate money that they don’t have, or struggling artists I know but maybe someone who can spare something will see it eventually? They need $200,000 to keep open for a year to continue to help 4000 birds a year.  

Just, thanks for reading, guys. Here’s the gofundme link: http://www.gofundme.com/l8aj7k

Their facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rogers-Wildlife-Rehabilitation-Center/398035120217303

Here’s their website: http://www.rogerswildlife.org/about.html

[nanonaturalist]

Friends, please help spread the word! If you can spare some funds, please consider it! Can we drown them in $5 donations? Anyone have a birthday coming up they can do a fundraiser for instead of gifts?

I can’t tell how old the original post is (thanks tumblr). OP deactivated but I don’t know how to tell when and which April? The gofundme was created a few years back BUT smart people create fundraisers like that before going through their retirement funds, and they are almost at the $100k point. We can HELP!! I’ll be sharing this on my facebook page, I have naturalist friends in the DFW area, and they can spread the word (if they haven’t already).

ALL BIRBS ARE GOOD BIRBS

Feb 12/13, 2019

[ordinaryredtail]

A quick look on their facebook and they are not shutting down, or if they are they aren’t advertising it well. But still, any money helps, especially in the spring, so consider donating (through their website, i’d be weary of that gofundme)

[tea-of-truth-deactivated2019112]

Hi, I don’t really know how to start this. I’m asking for help to raise awareness about an incident that happened at the Gulf Breeze Zoo in Florida. I went on a school field trip there November 15th, 2018. There were two schools going there that day. An elementary school and my high school. The Gulf Breeze Zoo has a walk-in aviary where you can buy millet on a stick and have budgies flock all over you. There was no supervision at the aviary or around the zoo at all, except for the train ride to see one side of the zoo. This is concerning considering that are multiple feeding stations around the zoo, with absolutely NO supervision. They’ve had an incident when a child was bitten and said that they had fixed the issue and that there was now zookeepers monitoring the animals, but when I went along with my classmates there was no one watching the animals. They knew that large groups of people and kindergartners were coming and still had no members to ensure that the animals wouldn’t get hurt or hurt the customers. There was an accident in the aviary where a kindergartner stepped on a budgie, we only found out about this when one of our classmates saw it happen and found the bird’s body in a cup thrown away in the garbage. Three of my classmates including myself took his body out of the garbage and tried to find a keeper to come down to the aviary for about twenty minutes. When nobody came we decided to go to the gift shop to talk to an employee. They told us a keeper would meet us at the aviary and so we went back to wait. Ten minutes passed and nobody met us at the aviary. It was getting close to the time for us to head back to the bus and so we went back to the gift shop and told the employees there what had happened. One of the first responses was “Oh another one.” implying that this wasn’t the first incident where a budgie had been killed or injured under their care due to that exhibit. Then they said “Ew, you still have it with you?” which 1. is a very unprofessional response and 2. shows the blatant lack of respect they have for the animals. We gave them the budgies body (which we now regret) and they told us that they would get animal care and considering the budgie was already dead the most they could do is get a necropsy which we highly doubt they would do because the cause of death was clear and the cost for a necropsy is expensive, which they wouldn’t justify paying for an animal that only costs 15 - 20$ on average. Not only that but right after they took him, and told they would get animal care they immediately threw him back in a cup and tied him up in a bag with obvious intent NOT to get animal and to simply throw him away again after we left. We’ve been meaning to speak out about this but with the holidays and final exams, it’s been difficult. Now that it’s the new year, we want to focus on bringing more awareness not only to this incident but the dangers and cruelty of zoos and fairs hosting exhibits such as walk-in aviaries that pose as attractions that directly endanger birds.

[chuuzus]

It’s the 10 year anniversary of 2009…

[benepla-deactivated20200506]

we let fireflies be a hit the same year tik tok dropped what the fuck

[gahdamnpunk]

AND a race one since the most affected regions will be Africa, Asia and Oceania

[rock-fish-deactivated20201231]

as a friend pointed out, this headline makes it sound like supply will be dwindling. supply is fine. people will be *priced out*.

[trekmemes-deactivated20220205]

this is fucking MURDER.

insulin has been mass produced (from animal extracts) since -1923-. slow acting insulin has existed since the ‘50s, and ‘human’ genetically engineered insulin (derived from E. coli bacteria) has existed since 1982.

insulin treatment for diabetes is not some new or ‘unproven’ treatment. according to beyondtype1, “Humalog rapid-acting insulin came on to the market with a list price of $21 a vial in 1997.” adjusting for inflation, a vial these days should cost about $34 at most. instead, it costs over $300. there is NO reason for it to be steadily gaining in price to the point that diabetics are unable to afford their lifesaving medication, other than the sheer inhuman greed of pharmaceutical manufacturers.

let me reiterate: life without insulin (for Type 1 diabetics in particular) is a slow and painful death sentence. the ability to treat diabetes is a relatively modern phenomenon that has allowed countless people to live full, healthy lives. we should be expanding full covereage and access to insulin to diabetics the world over, and it should be FREE.

[cassidylou7]

Skiddo

$15! Message me if interested

[cassidylou7]

Wartortle

[cassidylou7]

Houndoom

[yo-daddys-my-bitch]

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

[hermes-is-my-homeboy]

10 of Pentz came thruuu

[violaslayvis]

Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!

[borkdork]

I could seriously use this money right now….

[ashashi-corner]

Please give me my refund of 400$ soon…

[hermes-is-my-homeboy]

I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash

[hermes-is-my-homeboy]

No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.

[mchashimi]

So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big ol’ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees they’d originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.

[penprp]

Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperity…

[leradny]

I NEED TO FIX MY CAR DOOR

[getlostpeeves]

It fucking WORKED.

[cassidylou7]

Swoobat

$15! Message me if interested

[cassidylou7]

Luxray

$25! Message me if interested

I hit a deer last night and totaled the car I bought three months ago. I could use all the help I can get as I have no way of getting to class or work

[cassidylou7]

Ive got paintings for sale! All payments will need to be made through google wallet/pay. Send me a message if you’re interested! Fish: $60 Lillies (each): $42

[cassidylou7]

The fish painting has been sold. Only the Lillies remain

[cassidylou7]

Three of my 31 Inktober drawings are done! All three of these are for sale

Rowlets- $25

Growlithe & Arcanine- $25

Fire Altaria- $15

Add $10 onto each of these prices for shipping