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@thatoneoboegirl
shuri: [runs someone over]
t’challa:
Dany: I can’t have children
Jon: don’t underestimate the power of a man who hasn’t had sex in the last 3 seasons
Reblogging again because, lol.
I don't want for people to think that because some churches and Christians support pedophiles being in positions of political power that we're all deluded.
There is an actual biblical verse saying it's better for pedophiles and people who cause harm to children to straight up die than be members of society. Which idk about you, but I'm all for this.
Me: talk dirty to me.
Boyfriend: loan forgiveness.
I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie
Ok but the other one is purring so hard
If I ever don’t reblog this assume I’m dead
Fun fact: technically, because of its inability to roar and its ability to purr, the cheetah is not a ‘big cat’ (or Great Cat) - they are still classified as Lesser Cats.
Also you haven’t heard anything until you hear them cheep.
(via theonicole)
Some commemorative photos of my beautiful baby and his brother. It’s been almost 2 weeks and we still aren’t over the fact that he’s gone. We’ll know in about a week what or who killed him and if justice needs to be brought down on someone for taking him from us.
This is my cat, Opec. Or rather, was my cat. My family found him in a neighbor’s yard earlier this week most likely killed by someone. We are all devastated; my mom picked him out from a shelter 6 years ago and spent every day since with him by her side while I was away in college. He was full of so much character and love, and always knew what to do to get us to spoil him. He even made friends with several of our neighbors as he went off on adventures throughout the neighborhood. He truly brought joy and happiness to a lot of lives. The circumstances surrounding his death makes us all sick to our stomachs; the idea that someone could bear any maliciousness towards this sweet little boy is dumbfounding. While we are grieving and miss him terribly, we also have so many questions about who killed him, why, and how. Animal control confirmed coyote attack, but there are just so many things that don’t line up to suggest a wild animal got a hold of him. And everyone, including forensic experts who have expressed deep sympathy and honor at the opportunity to examine him, agrees that something isn’t right. We will find out who killed him, and we will bring them to justice. Instead of dying alone in the dark not even fifty feet from our home at the hands of some monster, Opec should have died at an old age 10 years from now surrounded by loved ones and his brother. But someone stole that from him and from us. Until we can find the answers, we can only wait.
In the meantime, I can do one thing: my mother’s birthday is coming up in less than 2 weeks, and Opec’s death has broken her. I am in the process of putting together a memorial scrapbook of all of Opec’s pictures and memories for her; I will also be including any stories from neighbors who saw him and got to know him. I want to also extend the invitation to anyone who wants to write a note about their little ones for the book: any story or memory you feel is worth sharing that brings happiness to you as well as anything that helped you to heal in your time of mourning. Any reblogs with comments or private messages between now and 9/27 will be added to the book; any little bit helps.
Rest in peace, baby boy. You were desperately loved, and the hole you left behind will never be filled. You were an amazing companion and friend, cuddler and playmate, and I hope you go on many more adventures where ever you are. Be sure to be ready when it’s Dipstick’s time; he misses you so much and I bet can’t wait to give you head kisses again.
Opec 9/1/2011-9/20/2017
Gotta love meaningful dialogue choices that are sure to influence the story
𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕪
This is quite possibly the biggest mood imaginable
*SWEATS*
never used that default name OR the default face
don’t talk to me or my five Garretts ever again
Robert E. Lee himself refused to wear his confederate uniform after the confederacy’s defeat in the American civil war. At his funeral he was not buried in it and no one in attendance was permitted to wear theirs either. He also declared that his confederate battle flag (what we now call “the confederate flag”) never be raised again and that it was a flag of treason.
So there’s your “southern heritage.”
Not Just Robert E Lee, which you can read here.
but Also the President of the South, Jefferson Davis felt the same way.
Basically, “Get the fuck over it.” We lost, we’re a part of this country, this flag signifies an old identity. Cut that shit out and move on.