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Obviously I want you to take care of your pets and make sure they get food and fresh water on a regular basis, but cats being huge drama queens and screaming hysterically at you and acting like they’re tragic famine victims who haven’t eaten in weeks and are about to drop dead from starvation right mcfuckin now, because you’re 10 minutes late feeding them is always going to be one of the funniest things to me

artaeum

the cat who lives at the vet clinic i volunteer at was mad yesterday because his dinner was half an hour late due to a busy day. he proceeded to go to all the (empty dw) garbage cans and tried to knock them over and started desperately scavenging for scraps of food because obviously no one loves him or cares about him and if he must eat garbage to survive then so be it

instructionsfordancing

not food related, but one time my cat cried at me for 20 minutes before i worked out that the reason why she was upset was because there was a coat hanger on her favourite cushion

lord-kitschener

This is absolutely beautiful and changed my life, thank you so much. Please protect her from hangers at all costs

catsuggest

wow. am STORVING and humaines here making joke laugh at cate honger ?!

goldenmeme

My cat is a social eater who is not food motivated at all, so I was baffled when I first got him because he didn’t seem to care about food but he would SCREAM at me for hours when I knew his bowl was full. Any time I went to double check that he did indeed have food, he’d book it to the bowl and snarf like his life depended on it, but as soon as I walked away he’d follow me screaming again.

Eventually I figured out that he just wanted a dining companion and was screaming about how we’re a family and families eat together, god damnit! I moved his food bowl under my computer desk and it fixed the problem. But if I’m ever out for more than 12 hours I’ll come home to find him in a passive-aggressive kitty huff because dinner has been ready for hours but he’s been trying to be considerate (unlike some humans) and waiting for me to eat it.

leeferal

My cats are indoor cats. Being indoor cats, they can’t go outside to hunt for food (mice, rats, birds, etc) to gift to my sister and I.

But they know that the kitchen has food. They know where the easily accessible cat food is. And obviously my sister and I are just Really Big Stupid Hairless cats.

So if my sister and I go without leaving our rooms for too long? My cats will sit outside our doors and scream for our attention, lead us to their food bowls, and then only stop the screaming and leading once they see us sit down at the table and eat something. Because they think we’re hungry.

akuyaku-reijou

Your cats are the sweetest beings on the Earth, it makes my heart warm knowing that they exist. They love you very much and they care so much, they want you healthy and happy and will make sure you don’t neglect yourself and oh god they are so perfect. Real pure love exists, I am happy to be alive today.

mylove-isnot-fragile

My neighbor is a hardcore drunk. Like, 9am and dude is drinking vodka, but he had a cat that’s pretty much his honest to god caregiver because I have seen this cat visibly screaming at this man to keep him from hurting himself and sometimes when he hasn’t been outside for a while, the cat will scream at my door until I go outside to knock on the door to check on him. Cats are literal angels.

dragonkitty

I have a cat named a Kitty Pryde who has an extra thumb and these giant paws and while she’s not super bright she did learn that she likes being pet. So I must like being petted right? So if I’m watching TV alone she’ll come up and just with her giant paw gently stroke my arm or hand until I pet her back and she waits and pets me again and it goes on a while. Cats are angels.

trinandtonic-deactivated2022102

My cat once stuffed my bath mat into the litter box

dvasxmeka

Mine wakes me up if I sleep in too long cuz she wants me to take my pills. Fiance said she was yelling at him all day yesterday. She stopped whwn I got home…and asked him if he tooks his meds. He hadn’t.

sharing-of-words

My girlie screams at me if she thinks I’m up past bedtime. Apparently this transfers to my new roommates too: Maeve led @katculator to her room, yelled until she was under the covers, then came back to the kitchen to do the same to me.

fuji09

My Sebastian is in tune with my mental illnesses. If my depression and anxiety are really bad he will sit on my chest purring with his paws around my neck hugging me and his head under my chin.

He also can tell when I can’t be crowded, I was having a panic attack sitting on the floor with my back at a corner and Sebastian sat a few feet away looking at me, but not getting too close. It was like he was telling me I’m here for you but I know you don’t want to be touched right now. Cats are amazing. They know more than people think.

hoardofhyperfixations

@dragonkitty YOU NAMED YOUR CAT KITTU PRYDE? THAT’S AWESOME

aninactivebloggfgfgf

All of these stories are wonderful omg

cluegrrl

We got my girl Cyrene from a family in which the patriarch died while she was there. Now she has nightmares from time to time, and has to come to bed and be aggressively affectionate until we wake up and interact with her, just so she knows we’re still alive and okay.

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.

iwriteallday

Need.

samael-has-arrived

I could use more book sales please…

misteria247

I could use some money….

mynameissamwinchester

Plz

cluegrrl

Internet Plenty spells FTW!!

pragnificent

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years.

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life.

savagefluff-deactivated20240408

Sure why not.

mentalalchemy

I made $100 the day after I reblogged one of these damn posts after being broke for awhile. I believe in miracles and the money snake now okay!!

proteja-deactivated20111228

jforjoelle-blog

last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again

luxurious-awakening

nothing to lose. :))

intoxicated-s0uls-deactivated20

Let’s hope

30rockasaurus

Why not? :)

allthepheelsandphandoms

*crossing fingers*

tkaaay

pretty much^^^^

itsrebeccablack

i got nothing to lose. (:

curls-get-gurls-blog

Last time i did this my wish came true.

sleep-for-days

Jesus Christ if my wish comes true I will piss

stoneddamara-deactivated2013050

im fucking crying of joy at the /thought/ of my wish coming true…

notuptospeedster

it came true last time…so why not

my-kindacrazy

phenomeniallfetish-deactivated2

hoping and praying…

emopeahen

Why not.

infamousvikas

lets see.

amaayzing-deactivated20130405

my wish came true……………..this is creepy

x-xdyingtobethinx-x

Why not lol

iwannabeaskinnybich

Let’s see if it works 🥀➰

edxolivex

I doubt it will work but anyhow

alliwantisskinny

I will always reblog this as long as I have hope

teaskinny

📚 🍵

sweet-n-dainty

♥

just-another-obsession

Here’s hoping…

thinningskinny

🐽

yansstyle

Praying for this to work💫

･ﾟ✧

🙏🏾🙏🏾

🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

rb to change your fate

copperbadge

When I first got out of grad school, I couldn’t get a job in my chosen profession, and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted one, but what else was I good for? I was living with my parents, I felt that I’d failed at the age of 24, and I knew exactly how to kill myself in the most painless way possible, because I was considering it and had done research. I had clinical depression and I didn’t figure the rest of my life would be worth a damn even if I managed to make something of myself, which seemed unlikely.

Fifteen years later, I woke up in a home I own, that I painted myself, with two big couches and ten big windows and a lamp that looks like a star. I fed two kittens, cooked breakfast and prepared lunches for the week while listening to podcasts, and tended my windowsill garden where the paprika have fruited, the bromeliad is still trying to murder the poppies, and the squash are starting to blossom. My email inbox was full of messages from people I love.

My duties for the day are discharged. I plan to spend Sunday resting, playing with my kittens, and maybe strumming a little ukulele. Today is my own to do with exactly as I like in a place I have made exactly to my specifications.

I can’t guarantee that everyone who feels like they’re dying at 15 or 21 or 24 or 29 will get this life that I got. I know I’ve been lucky, and even with luck, my life’s not perfect. But I’m 38 and today is such a good day that I can’t believe I almost didn’t get to have it because I thought my life was over at 24.

It was a fucking war to get here, but the war was worth it, so. I just figured today was a pretty nice day to share that.

copperbadge

As you are someone who promotes charitable giving, where do you think one can have the most positive impact by donating money?

Oh man such a simple question, such a complicated answer.

This got really long and Anon, I need you to know upfront that this is not me yelling at you – you just asked a question that triggered a response that has been a long time in coming, and I’m addressing a wider audience. So thank you for asking! Sorry for the impending wall of text.

So there are three parts to my response to this question!

1. It depends on what you mean by “positive impact”.

2. Only you can determine, based on 1, where you should give and how.

3. You will never actually have a perfect answer to 2.

(There is a readmore below! Read more!)

Keep reading

ludwigplayingthetrombone

i dropped off my resume at this place at 1:15 and got called for an interview at 1:45 holy dang

aughtpunk

Today I got interviewed, hired, and then given a dollar raise and a better store location because the interviewer “liked my attitude”

REBLOG FOR GOOD JOB GETTING KARMA COME ON GRAB A PIECE

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raisemysonbootlicker

This is the money Patrick. Reblog so money will come your way

gvldenhour

“I’m getting back in line.”

sniggadoodles

OKAY but i just reblogged this last night and guess what i got today from my workplace’s self-audit!

THANK YOU PATRICK FOR FREE MONEY

musinvenusian

BLESS ME PATRICK

lily-d247

PATRICK I HAVE NEVER STRAYED YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU

ghara2

@billshitposts

billshitposts-deactivated201608

*rolls sleeves* aight dude lets get me some money

merakid-0

Can i just *Gets in line*…there

dickzoned-deactivated20200818

Y'all I reblogged this and got $240 in tips in one day at work so 🤔🤔🤔

tinytea

Honestly I know it’s kinda silly…but weirdly… It does seem to work

lonelyasf3ck

Im getting in line!

red4mario

PUT ME IN LINE

cluegrrl

Kinda need a Hail Mary right now, I’m not gonna lie.

timberwolfoz

Could definitely do with a boost here.

amuseoffyre

Y’know, I know there was a fandom desire for Bucky to be Jewish to give Cap an every-important-ethnicity on his team.

But I love the fact that Abraham and Howard were the ones who built Captain America. He is quite literally the Golem built by these two modern-day Jewish wizards to go where these men could not, and defend their people from the men who would kill them.

And Abraham put the words in Steve’s head: not a perfect soldier, but a good man. That’s Steve’s shem.

damnsmartblueboxes

ameliarating what’s your take on this?

ameliarating

Oh, I like this! There is definite literature out there on how the superheroes created by Jewish writers and artists were inspired by the Golem, the artificial being formed by a great rabbi (though not wizards!) and powered by a written name (shem) of G-d to protect those helpless before anti-Semitic forces.

The idea, then, that two Jewish scientists bent their heads together and formed a strong being during the Nazi era to go out and protect, which is always the Golem’s duty and role (no matter what you’ve seen of golems in video games and books and television shows created by non-Jews), is a powerful one. Especially as a Golem cannot be created truly, as only G-d can create life from nothing, and neither can Erskine or Stark create a hero from nothing.

They have to start with the raw material that is Steve Rogers and his goodness. And the word golem originally referred to raw material as well.

Yes, I want to repeat I love this. And I love a Jewish Bucky because I see no reason at all to have to pick.

ellidfics

I gave a paper on this very subject last year, starting about thirty minutes in.

njadakasrage

Chadwick Boseman for American Way Magazine

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thorodinson

Thor (2011) // Thor: Ragnarok (2017)

condensed-theorem-shop

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives.

And in time it came to pass that a young man by the name of Outis came of age in that city; and, as with all who lived in that city, he was taken to a secret place where a wise elder showed him a small cold dirty room. And in that room there was a small cold dirty child, naked and hurt and starving, who had never known the least human kindness.

And the wise elder said to Outis, “In our city, everything is good and no one suffers. But it all depends on this child. If the least kindness is shown to him, our city will become like all other cities. There must always be such a child in Omelas.” …

…And Outis said to the elder, “If our city becomes like all other cities, many children will suffer.” And so he became a citizen of Omelas. And Outis led a good and happy and fulfilling life; and the child continued to suffer.

…And Outis said to the elder, “I will have no part in this evil thing.” And he walked away from Omelas. And Outis led a cold and short and brutish life; and the child continued to suffer.

…And Outis said to the elder, “I will have no part in this evil thing.” And he took the child and bathed him and cared for his wounds. And the city of Omelas became like all other cities; and many children suffered there.

…And Outis said to the elder, “I will have no part in this evil thing.” And he took the child and bathed him and cared for his wounds. And the city of Omelas carried on as it always had; and from that day forth no child suffered there.

But Outis, who would leave no child to suffer, worked tirelessly to save each one of them, and to build with his own hands a city in which everyone lived a good and happy and fulfilling life; and so in time it came to pass that the latter days of Omelas were greater than the former. And for ten trillion years Omelas carried on, and no child ever suffered there again.

…And Outis said to the elder, “Nevertheless, this child is my son, and I will not leave him to suffer.” And he took the child and bathed him and cared for his wounds. And the city of Omelas became like all other cities; and many children suffered there. But Outis did not care, because he valued the well-being of his son over all of them.

…And Outis asked the elder, “Why?” And the elder showed him to a library filled with books. And Outis studied the books for many years. And when he was an old man with a gray beard, Outis went out of the library and returned to the child and took the child out of the room, and in the child’s place he put a stone. And the stone was naked and dirty and cold; and the child Outis took and bathed and cared for. And Omelas carried on as it always had; and from that day forth no child suffered there.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives; except for one child, who suffered so that the city might prosper. And all who lived there knew of this…

…And each citizen of Omelas, having looked into himself and seen that he would stand by while a child suffered in abject misery, found in himself a new willingness to do dark and evil deeds. And in time, all those who lived in Omelas suffered.

…And each citizen of Omelas lived with the gnawing guilt of his complicity, and the abiding terror that his own child would be chosen as the next to suffer. And in time it seemed to them that they could take no joy in any of the glories of Omelas.

…And one night, the child rose up and went out of his room and killed all the people of Omelas in their sleep.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives. And each morning, each citizen of Omelas was taken to a small cold dirty room, and shown a small cold dirty child, and told that the child must suffer so that his day might be filled with all good things.

And all in Omelas agreed that it was better that one child should suffer than many; and none of them ever asked if it was the same child they saw each morning. And after all, one small cold dirty child looks much like another.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives; except for ten thousand children, who suffered so that the city might prosper. And all who lived there knew of this…

…but none of them were ever taken to see the children in person, so none of them ever did anything about it.

…and whenever anyone saw such a child and “shouldn’t we rescue that suffering child?”, the other citizens of Omelas laughed and replied to them, “Naïve fool! Don’t you know that a child must always suffer in Omelas, so that the city may prosper? Otherwise it would become like all other cities, and many children would suffer.”

And everyone nodded wisely and went along with their days; and so ten thousand children continued to suffer where it might have been only one.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives.

And the wise elder said to Outis, “In our city, everything is good and no one suffers. But it all depends on this child. If the least kindness is shown to him…”

“…the city will continue on as it always has, only your internet will be slightly slower.”

And Outis went back up into the city, and on that day he became a citizen of Omelas; and the child continued to suffer.

“…the best predictions of our scientists suggest that there will be a slight average decrease in various hard-to-measure kinds of happiness, which nevertheless in total adds up to more suffering than this child experiences.”

And Outis said to the elder, “I will have no part in this evil thing.” And he took the child and bathed him and cared for his wounds. And the average happiness increased in some ways and decreased in others, and the net effect might have been negative, but the best results on the matter had p > 0.05, so the scientists of Omelas could not rule out the null hypothesis.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives.

And in Omelas there was a naked dirty child in a small dirty room; because the child was agoraphobic and was making mudpies.

Once upon a time there was a city called Omelas, where everyone lived good and happy and fulfilling lives.

Very few people told stories about Omelas, but it was a very nice place to live in.

red-squared-deactivated20200418

The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas, from The Wind’s Twelve Quarters, by Ursula K. Le Guin.

beatnikdaddio

admiring the stockings. 1940’s.

romanimp

#[40S COMMERCIAL ANNOUNCER VOICE] WHAT’S BETTER THAN THIS? GALS BEING PALS

edteachs-adhd-spiral

Fun fact: Though being gay in the 40s sucked, being gay in the military was easier, and pretty common. There were apparently, at one point in time time so many lesbians in the military that when they tried to crack down on it, the girls wrote back and said “Look I can give you the names, but you’ll lose some of your best officers, and half your nurses and secretaries.” And they pretty much shut up about it unless you were especially bad at subtlety. (Source: Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers. A good source for gay history from 1900s onwards.)

spart117mc-blog

Sergeant Phelps worked for General Eisenhower. Four decades after Eisenhower had defeated the Axis powers, Phelps recalled an extraordinary event. One day the general told her, “I’m giving you an order to ferret those lesbians out.’ We’re going to get rid of them.”

“I looked at him and then I looked at his secretary. who was standing next to me, and I said, ‘Well, sir, if the general pleases, sir, I’ll be happy to do this investigation for you. But you have to know that the first name on the list will be mine.’

“And he kind of was taken aback a bit. And then this woman standing next to me said, ‘Sir, if the general pleases, you must be aware that Sergeant Phelps’s name may be second, but mine will be first.’

“Then I looked at him, and I said, ‘Sir, you’re right. They’re lesbians in the WAC battalion. And if the general is prepared to replace all the file clerks, all the section commanders, all of the drivers—every woman in the WAC detachment—and there were about nine hundred and eighty something of us—then I’ll be happy to make the list. But I think the general should be aware that among those women are the most highly decorated women in the war. There have been no cases of illegal pregnancies. There have been no cases of AWOL. There have been no cases of misconduct. And as a matter of fact, every six months since we’ve been here, sir, the general has awarded us a commendation for meritorious service.’

“And he said, ‘Forget the order.’

- The Gay Metropolis: The Landmark History of Gay Life in America

sevenswansons-blog

I’ve reblogged this before but it didn’t have these comments and HOLY HOT DAMN DID IT NEED THEM.

cheskamouse

So, when someone sits down to write a fiction about Women commandos, and a Dudebro steps in to say “Huh, that is so unrealistic huh.”

Harold… oh, Harold…sit down, shut up, and stay out of our way.

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

History is infinitely gayer than a lot of people want to admit <3

ellidfics

Not to mention that Eisenhower went out of his way to praise his female staff in Crusade in Europe. The only documented heterosexual on the list was Kay Summersby, with whom he might have had an emotional affair.