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I missed my chance last year. Not gonna let it happen again
Every time I see a post about updog Iâm torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help the poster complete their joke.
okay but whatâs updog ?
Updog is a long sausage in a bun often served with ketchup, mustard, onion e, and/or relish.
No, thatâs a hotdog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released
Youâre thinking of update. Updog is when you end a sentence with a rising intonation.
No, thatâs uptalk. Youâre thinking of the fourth-largest city in Sweden.
surely thatâs Uppsala, whereas Updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Thatâs Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs
Youâre thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
no thatâs an updraft
updog isnât a noun at all, itâs a verb; it basically means to chew someone out, or harshly lecture them
No, thatâs upbraid. An updog is a small dog that likes cuddling on peopleâs laps.
No thatâs a puppydog. An updog is when the Mets win.
No thatâs an upset. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Whatâs a henway?
Oh, about 5 pounds.
the best analogy for bisexuals i've ever heard
werewolf:Â iâm a werewolf person: ok so when youâre in human form youâre a human, and when youâre in wolf form youâre a wolf though. werewolf: no. iâm a werewolf. human form = werewolf. wolf form = werewolf. always a werewolf. no matter the circumstance or appearance, I AM ALWAYS A WEREWOLF
Fact: bisexuals are also werewolves
Whether lupus, homid, or crinos, youâre always Garou.
TMBG recording at the Edison Museum (pictures by Rob Davis)
Platonic love is not a runner up to romantic love. Platonic love isnât second place. Platonic love isnât less real, less valid or less powerful than romantic love. Donât let your platonic love take a back seat to romantic love.
Got a plush D20. First roll- 16 #dice #plush #gaming #tabletop https://www.instagram.com/p/BtwhSijHbhd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qm6c1hizg25y
Happy this shit went viral cause wtf
Yâall better reblog tf outta this !!!
This is how I cry lately
that guy was most definitely a university student
Thatâs one way to do a 15:5 plan, work fifteen minutes and then cry for five
In high school one of the common fund raisers was carnation flowers for a dollar during prom season and valentines and a couple other times of year. And you could âorderâ flowers to be delivered to kids during their homeroom times so it was always a big deal to get flowers and it was super fun
But one of these fundraisers I had a guy friend who commented he never got any because he was always single or his girlfriend always expected flowers but never gave him any
So my senior year valentines I decided I was going to buy all the guys in my homeroom (which he was in) a carnation and said they were from âAnonymous Girl in your homeroomâ
So the day came and all the guys started getting flowers and they all realized they were from the same one girl and all got super excited and giddy and protective of their flowers and all day long I saw the guys in my homeroom wear flowers behind their ears or stuffed in their notebooks and they flaunted them around to other guys that didnât get flowers. One guy tried to see if it would make his girlfriend jealous. A couple of them tried to play detective to figure it out who it was.
Then the next day apparently they all (or at least most of them) got together and bought all the girls in homeroom a carnation as a thank you to whoever it was so every girl in my homeroom got a bouquet of one from every guy (so it was a bouquet of about a dozen) and every single girl was smiling and happy and bouncy as the guys were the day before
And no one ever knew it was me but I was always super proud of that
One simple act can have a ripple effect of kindness that grows as it spreads
I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way Iâve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.
This is 100% me going from a teen to an adult
Dear god, sleepy intimacy makes me so very happy.
One person sleeping with their head on the other personâs lap. Getting all drowsy-snuggly when theyâre too tired to see straight. Being tucked in and kissed on the forehead before they pass out. Gentle touches while they drift off. Trusting the other person to watch over them and make sure nothing happens to them while theyâre out.
Just⊠sleepy intimacy, man.
Iâve been meaning to do this for a while Also on TikTok http://vm.tiktok.com/JbmBCh/ #evil #speaker #comedy #fromhell #vocoder https://www.instagram.com/p/BsCaMc-H8t4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1n1pt9xdhi6bm
I got picks that look like onigiri. Theyâre a little thin for my taste but theyâre fun for lookinâ at https://www.instagram.com/p/BsBL430HLwF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=4h3xqwj0vmyh
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Whenever someone posits that people are âlazyâ Iâm reminded of the fact that if you leave humans in a room with some blocks and no instructions they will literally make up their own tasks to carry out because humans just fuckin love having stuff to do and objectives to work towards
In one of my psych courses we learned about a study where a person was left in a room with nothing but a box that would SHOCK THEM painfully if they touched it. After awhile, everyone touched the box and got shocked to hell and back. Now, this isnât that abnormal. Whatâs abnormal is that everyone then sat there for a few minutes and then TOUCHED THE BOX AGAIN. And got shocked AGAIN! Moral of the story: People fucking hate being bored. They would rather be in IMMENSE PAIN than be bored.
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I thought this was a visual metaphor for how men in a pool together are super concerned that their balls will touch
Keepinâ their balls apart cause theyâre not gay
Tumblr fam, can I get this off my chest?
Kitty here! Umm, I know this is a bit unorthodox, butâŠÂ Yâall Tumblr bebes are super sweet about this sort of thing, so Iâm posting something here and here only.
I just got a cat.
When New Cat is named and fully acclimated, she will def join the dogs, guinea pigs, and chickens as a Tumblr/Instagram regular.
But I haveâŠmixed feelings.
My last cat died six months ago. We didnât get another cat to replace herâc'est impossible, she was irreplaceable. Rather, we did it because we know two things:
1. A house thatâs had a cat in it will always feel empty without a cat in it.
2. We have money and space and time and patience and love, and shelters are full of cats who donât got none of those things.
Still, Iâve been thinking about my last cat Clementine a lot. And I think it would be healing to me to share a few photos of her.
This was Clementine. We adopted her when she was 14 years old. Thatâs old. If she were human, she wouldâve been in her early seventies. Her previous owner had moved into a nursing home. She was lucky to land in one of the few no-kill shelters with enough resources to accept a cat of her age. Many donât.
Clementine was terribly stressed out being in the shelter after so many years in one personâs home. Her fur started to fall out, and she refused to eat. She hid all the time and hissed if approached. No one applied for her.
We saw a lot of great cats at the shelter. For some reason, she was the one my partner and I both couldnât stop thinking about. We talked about it, and decided we had the patience, emotional maturity, and financial stability needed to address the realities of adopting a shy geriatric cat. So we took her home, and released her under the bed.
âWe might never see this cat,â I told my partner. âWe might just know sheâs here by periodic dips in the level of the food bowl.â
âIâd be okay with that,â he said.
âI would too.â
We didnât see her for 36 hours.
Then, I heard a little sound while I was sitting in bedânot a meow, but a chirp. I looked down, and she sitting there, looking up at me. She chirped again. I patted the blanket. She sprang up beside me and started purring. Surprised, I took this blurry, crappy photo.
Within a week, she was climbing into our laps and kneading us with rapturous abandon. Sometimes she would start to drool out of pure joy.
Now, one complication was our dog. Clementine had never met a dog before, and Iâd intended to introduce them very slowly and carefully. When she caught her first glimpse of our dog Brother, I was focused wholly on him, making sure he didnât lunge or startle her. She darted past me, and ran to rub her face against him.
She was sleeping on top him by the end of the week.
To our complete surprise, Clementine was not scared of dogs.
Clementine loved dogs.
All dogs. Any dogs.
We foster dogs, and every new one that came home got the same treatment. She ran to them like an old lover, chirping her barely-audible chirps, paws warming up to give them a deep tissue massage the moment they sat down.
She put in an application to adopt Sunny, a red heeler mix who was our our 13th or 14th foster. We accepted her application and made him our second dog.
In the course of her four-year career, she cat-trained over a dozen dogs, making each of them infinitely more adoptable. Many went on to permanent homes with cats.
I was always hovering around her and the dogs, incredibly nervous that one might injure her. Sheâd been declawed by her first owner; she was defenseless.Â
But she knew exactly how to handle each one. She sat calmly and accepted sloppy licks from overly-affectionate dogs. She hid from excitable, high-energy dogs until after their playtime. We had one that was so afraid of cats that she was borderline aggressive towards them, but Clementine was absolutely determined. That dog was sleeping peacefully next to her after a month of relentless displays of patient friendliness.
Clem was the Nurse Joy of the house. She always knew if someone was hurting, emotionally or physically.
In this photo, our older dog Brother was suddenly deathly sick. Underneath the blanket heâs swaddled in more blankets and many layers of towels, because he was uncontrollably oozing blood. When we brought him home from the emergency vet, Clementine immediately crouched on top of his head, purring and kneading so intensely that it felt like she was in some kind of trance. He recovered fully.
When a (human) friend of ours was recovering from a horrible trauma, Clementine parked herself on her chest and refused to budge.
âBut⊠But⊠I donât like catsâŠâ our friend said, a last feeble protest before submitting to Clementineâs healing ministrations.
We had four glorious years with Clementine. She made it to 18âa great age for a cat. She died peacefully, without pain, and is buried on our property, underneath a her favorite catnip plant.
I donât know what her life was like before we met, but I know she was happy in those four years. She showed it to us every single day.
Iâm so glad we took a chance on a shy senior. There were a lot of risks and a lot of unknowns. We were so focused on accepting those that we werenât prepared for what we got: the best outcome of all possible outcomes.
Thatâs all I wanted to say, really! Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.
New Cat is 14, the same age Clementine was when we adopted her. Sheâs in the early stages of renal disease, but weâre hoping she has a few good years left. Iâm excited to get to know New Cat. Iâm looking forward to posting pictures of her as she finds her place in our house.
I wrote an article soon after she died about why I think senior pets are totally worth it. You can read it here:
http://www.bitchesgetriches.com/twelve-reasons-senior-pets-are-an-awesome-investment/
Iâm so amazingly touched by all of the responses. I knew I could count on Tumblr bebes to appreciate Clemâs story! Thank you so much. My heart feels healed knowing she might convince others to give senior rescues a chance.
Also Iâm happy to introduce New Cat.
This is Clover.
Like a clover: she is very smol and easily overlooked, but itâs good luck that we found her.
May Good Cat Clementine watch over us all.