The TinyBat Cave

Joly. Panromantic Asexual. Genderfluid (they/them/theirs). Badgery of Temperament. INTJ.

[megustamemes]

[emperorbitey]

No, this is why women survive longer than men.

[sad-butsassy]

this hurt to look at

[thingsisaidweredumb]

actually it’s true. in sociology we learn about the fact that men participate in more risky behavior to prove masculinity and this is a way the patriarchy hurts men and part of the reason the life expectancy is longer for women

[mauvecardigans]

jesus christ

superstar

do you kNOW YOU’RE A FUCKING LIFE RUINER

[khazaddis]

[tinystarlitdwarf]

My sister paid for me to finish my khuzdul wrist band! The shading will fade out to look more dusty, and it says “I will show courage. I will endure.”

[anotherpapercut]

how many Hogwarts students does it take to change a light-bulb? 

[anotherpapercut]

6

1 Slytherin to break it

1 Gryffindor to volunteer to climb the ladder and change it

3 Hufflepuffs to hold the ladder and insure the safety of the Gryffindor student

and 1 Ravenclaw to point out that they could have just used magic

[theorlandojones]

Orlando: I myself am often surprised at life’s little quirks. You see, what I told you before about saying “please” was true. It intrigued Trollando, as did my descriptions of your beauty. Finally, Trollando decided something. He said, “All right, Orlando, I’ve never had a ghost writer. You can try it for tonight. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.” Three years he said that. “Good night, Orlando. Good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.” It was a fine time for me. I was learning to fangirl, squee, anything anyone would teach me. And Trollando and I eventually became friends. And then it happened. Orlando’s Wife: What? Go on. Orlando: Well, Trollando had grown so infamous, he wanted to retire. So he took me to his cabin and told me his secret. “I am not the Dread Fangirl Trollando,” he said. “My name is Mos Def. I inherited this blog from the previous Dread Fangirl Trollando, just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from was not the real Dread Fangirl Trollando, either. His name was Jeff Goldblum. The real Trollando has been retired fifteen years and living like a king in Fan-tasia.” Then he explained the name was the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. You see, no one would surrender to the Dread Fangirl Orlando.

Is everything clear to you?

[khazaddis]

So you may have seen some of my previous posts floating around asking for help with vet bills. I think it’s time I made one of those posts where I tell you a little more about myself, my baby, and our situation.

This is my dog Gideon. He’s a rescue Italian Greyhound, and he’s only three years old. I still remember the day I went to pick him up—I had just graduated from my undergrad program and been accepted into a graduate assistantship. Rescuing a dog was my congratulations to myself, a way to celebrate and motivate me to continue pursuing my education. I drove three hours to get him, and when I got there I discovered that he’d been heavily abused and neglected.

He was almost 50% underweight, and to this day he has extreme anxiety, especially in regards to big dogs and small children.

I love my dog. I spent months building his health back up, when the vet wasn’t sure he was going to pull through. That kind of neglect is hard for such a small dog to leave behind. But I watched him go from a trembling, listless puppy into a vibrant and happy dog. He would accompany to my lab and on my fieldwork, nap on my feet, roll in the grass, and chase butterflies. He loves to run, he loves to sleep, he loves to make blanket forts and to wrestle with my cat. He likes to pile up his toys and throw them behind the couch to watch me climb over furniture so we can play. He’ll fall asleep on top of the couch cushions like a cat, or climb in the window to watch people as they pass our apartment. He even loves to watch TV! He gives kisses to anyone who asks for them, and he’s never in his life bared his teeth in anger. Gideon is nothing but cleverness and affection, and he deserves a long life full of joy.

Last week (the end of February, 2014), he suddenly became very ill. He couldn’t walk, he refused to eat, and he began to vomit copious amounts of blood. I rushed him to the veterinarian, and they diagnosed him with something called Addison’s Disease. Long and short of it, it’s a chronic illness caused by a dysfunction in the adrenal glands.

They gave him steroids and some oral medication and sent him home, but there was no improvement. He wouldn’t eat. He was still bleeding. He couldn’t walk. He wet the furniture because he was too weak to climb down to use his puppy pads.

I took him back, and they took a closer look at his blood panel. They rediagnosed him with an auto-immune disorder called auto-immune-hemolytic-anemia. He required a blood transfusion, and was admitted to the hospital. Four days of intensive care, and he’s only just beginning to show improvement. He’s finally begun to eat again. His blood panel is starting to stabilize, and they’re talking about letting him come home soon. I hope so. I miss him.

None of this has been cheap. Anyone who knows a grad student knows that we work long hours for beans. More times than not I work 60 hours a week, and my only income is a small stipend from the university, 80% of which goes to rent and bills. Gideon’s vet work so far has run up nearly $4000.00, and we’re not done yet. Even after he comes home, he’s going to need daily blood panels and steroids to help him continue to improve. Even then, things still look rough.

I’m not giving up on him. Not yet. He started life in a horrible situation, and he’s had two wonderful years with me. I hate watching him suffer and I hate knowing that he’s had so many hard times. My baby deserves so much more. I’m doing everything I can to make sure he’s going to pull through, that he’s going to be healthy and happy again.

He’s still fighting and so am I, but we need help. We can’t do this alone. I’ve maxed out my credit card, sold my library, my dvds, my video games. I’ve begged my family for money, and they’ve done what they can. Now I’m asking you—please help us. Don’t let money be the deciding factor in Gideon’s fate. He shouldn’t have to die just because we’ve run out of money.  Please consider donating to my gofundme, or commissioning my friend to draw you your very own Italian Greyhound buddy. Anything helps, even if it’s only $5. Even if it’s only a reblog. Help this get around, help spread the word. Help me save my baby, my best friend.

[khazaddis]

5 March 2014

Hey everyone! First of all, thank youfor helping me and my darling boy. He’s home now, but let me tell you he looks a wreck. He weighs nearly as little as he did the day I brought him home—a 35-40% drop in his body weight in a little less than a week. 

The good news is, he’s eating again. His blood panels look positive—they’re not getting better, but they’re no longer getting worse. His PCV is holding steady and his electrolytes are back to normal.

The bad news is, we’re still in for daily vet visits and outpatient treatments, as well as pricey drugs that are helping his immune system rebuild itself. Financially, we’re still in a really difficult place. 

Please keep reblogging. Please consider donating. 

[unicornvamp3z]

As a bisexual woman I agree with pati79, I have always referred to myself as “in a heterosexual relationship” or “in a lesbian relationship” depending on which gender the other person is who I am dating. There IS, by definition, such a thing as a heterosexual relationship. It is simply the language we have to term things. It is not cis-centric and it is not oppressive language to my life choices. It’s being ACCURATE which I tend to appreciate! 

Now, maybe I’m wrong, and maybe this opinion and feeling of mine is wrong, but you cannot invalidate how I feel comfortable terming my relationships. As a bisexual woman it is well within my right to date a man and call it as it is - a heterosexual relationship. Or, alternatively, to date a woman and call it a lesbian relationship. That’s what it is. I have never found this harmful to my status as bisexual. It does not change my personal status as bisexual. 

[molotovriot-deactivated20150429]

I absolutely agree that I can’t dictate to you what does and doesn’t make you feel comfortable. And my contrary opinion doesn’t invalidate the comfort that you feel — but I can, and I will remind you that what you find comfortable literally erases the identities of other people, and in that respect — yes. Yes, I can tell you what shouldn’t make you comfortable, because your comfort is not more valuable than my very existence being respected.

Are you in a pansexual or bisexual relationship just because the person you’re dating identifies as non-binary? Or is it still hetero because their gender is different from yours, following the literal definition of heterosexuality? You’re conflating the label of your relationship with your partner’s gender as it relates to yours, which is not sexual orientation. Two men who date are not automatically gay. Two women who date are not automatically lesbians. Those two men, or a non-binary person and a female-identifying person, or someone who identifies as bigender and someone who identifies as agender are not in your perceived interpretation of their relationship. They are as, and only as, they choose to identify.

You’re fully welcome to argue that you’re only applying this methodology to yourself, and frankly? You can continue doing whatever you like — whatever “[you] have always done,”  because you are right in having full authority over your choices. But that doesn’t change the fact that your way of thinking literally erases the identities of others — identities that you, in your self-described bisexuality, have absolutely no permission to use. 

A relationship is describable as sexual, romantic, both, or neither. It is not configurable to your forced recognition of what is and isn’t “homo” vs “hetero”.  ”It is simply the language we have to term things,”  is not a valid argument in any way because we use problematic and oppressive language every day in our efforts to classify and categorise others. The language we used to term things was “f**” at one point. It was queer as a slur, and not a reclaimed word. Language evolves. Definitions are not and should never be only accepted as literal, and I advise you to leave that way of thinking in the dust with your appropriative behaviour.

[khazaddis]

Look who’s finally home! He’s got seven prescriptions and he’s skinny as a rail but he seems to feel better. Another checkup tomorrow.

[popculturetart]

Commissions! (Sort of)

Hey guys. I really didn’t want to do this but I’m struggling financially and need help. I have to come up with rent/utilities ($600 total) and pay for my cell phone bill ($60) and a bus pass ($72) this month PLUS pay back the Global Ed department at my school ($2,100) for field school, which I’ve owed for like, ages and at this point I’m going to get a hold put on my account. And that’s not counting, you know, food and stuff you need to live. I work a tutoring job on-campus, but I get very few hours and I can’t work another job and still maintain my on-campus commitments and GPA, what with the 19 credits I’m taking.

I can offer services! I can do singing telegrams to the song of your choice in English, Russian, French, Ukrainian, Italian, or the language of your choice. Here is a video of me singing “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King” from The Lion King for a Disney Cabaret, and here is one of me singing in Russian. I’d LOVE to sing for you and send you either a file or maybe a little video. This option would actually be gr9 and maybe my favorite because I freaking love to sing. I could also serenade you over Skype. This is something I’d be able to do the fastest as well.

I can help you translate or pronounce Russian stuff and intro-level French (I’m Berlitz certified). 

I’m also qualified to help tutor/peer edit for your intro courses in humanities, anthropology, mythology, film, and English lit.

I’ll write you literary, mythological and/or fandom-based limericks? Dirty or no.

Commission or donate HERE (the link is also on my page) and leave a message as to what services/songs you’d prefer, and if you can’t I’d still appreciate a boost.

No donation is too small.

[bodysnatch3r]

For the record, when I took this job, in 2011, I made one stipulation. That’s it. I just said… I swear to God, I said, ‘I will not do this film if you will not guarantee me one thing. You have to guarantee me there will be no love triangle.’ And there wasn’t. For the whole time I shot. For a year of shooting there was no love triangle, and then, I came back for reshoots in 2012 and they were like, ‘Well, we made a couple of alterations to some scenes and we added a couple more scenes,’ and all of a sudden manifested a love triangle before my very eyes and the film was shot and I’m in and there’s no getting out and there was no escaping it.

Evangeline Lilly @ Access Hollywood (via byrontobofur)

[cult237-deactivated20170706]

when someone asks me what kind of music i like

[andrxmedas]

short list of actors who have not won an oscar:

james dean

johnny depp

brad pitt

helena bonham carter

robert downey jr

glenn close

will smith

samuel l jackson

liam neeson

sigourney weaver

tom cruise

julianne moore

ralph fiennes

laura linney

ed harris

gary oldman

now will you please for the love of christ shut up about leonardo dicaprio

[khazaddis]

So you may have seen some of my previous posts floating around asking for help with vet bills. I think it’s time I made one of those posts where I tell you a little more about myself, my baby, and our situation.

This is my dog Gideon. He’s a rescue Italian Greyhound, and he’s only three years old. I still remember the day I went to pick him up—I had just graduated from my undergrad program and been accepted into a graduate assistantship. Rescuing a dog was my congratulations to myself, a way to celebrate and motivate me to continue pursuing my education. I drove three hours to get him, and when I got there I discovered that he’d been heavily abused and neglected.

He was almost 50% underweight, and to this day he has extreme anxiety, especially in regards to big dogs and small children.

I love my dog. I spent months building his health back up, when the vet wasn’t sure he was going to pull through. That kind of neglect is hard for such a small dog to leave behind. But I watched him go from a trembling, listless puppy into a vibrant and happy dog. He would accompany to my lab and on my fieldwork, nap on my feet, roll in the grass, and chase butterflies. He loves to run, he loves to sleep, he loves to make blanket forts and to wrestle with my cat. He likes to pile up his toys and throw them behind the couch to watch me climb over furniture so we can play. He’ll fall asleep on top of the couch cushions like a cat, or climb in the window to watch people as they pass our apartment. He even loves to watch TV! He gives kisses to anyone who asks for them, and he’s never in his life bared his teeth in anger. Gideon is nothing but cleverness and affection, and he deserves a long life full of joy.

Last week (the end of February, 2014), he suddenly became very ill. He couldn’t walk, he refused to eat, and he began to vomit copious amounts of blood. I rushed him to the veterinarian, and they diagnosed him with something called Addison’s Disease. Long and short of it, it’s a chronic illness caused by a dysfunction in the adrenal glands.

They gave him steroids and some oral medication and sent him home, but there was no improvement. He wouldn’t eat. He was still bleeding. He couldn’t walk. He wet the furniture because he was too weak to climb down to use his puppy pads.

I took him back, and they took a closer look at his blood panel. They rediagnosed him with an auto-immune disorder called auto-immune-hemolytic-anemia. He required a blood transfusion, and was admitted to the hospital. Four days of intensive care, and he’s only just beginning to show improvement. He’s finally begun to eat again. His blood panel is starting to stabilize, and they’re talking about letting him come home soon. I hope so. I miss him.

None of this has been cheap. Anyone who knows a grad student knows that we work long hours for beans. More times than not I work 60 hours a week, and my only income is a small stipend from the university, 80% of which goes to rent and bills. Gideon’s vet work so far has run up nearly $4000.00, and we’re not done yet. Even after he comes home, he’s going to need daily blood panels and steroids to help him continue to improve. Even then, things still look rough.

I’m not giving up on him. Not yet. He started life in a horrible situation, and he’s had two wonderful years with me. I hate watching him suffer and I hate knowing that he’s had so many hard times. My baby deserves so much more. I’m doing everything I can to make sure he’s going to pull through, that he’s going to be healthy and happy again.

He’s still fighting and so am I, but we need help. We can’t do this alone. I’ve maxed out my credit card, sold my library, my dvds, my video games. I’ve begged my family for money, and they’ve done what they can. Now I’m asking you—please help us. Don’t let money be the deciding factor in Gideon’s fate. He shouldn’t have to die just because we’ve run out of money.  Please consider donating to my gofundme, or commissioning my friend to draw you your very own Italian Greyhound buddy. Anything helps, even if it’s only $5. Even if it’s only a reblog. Help this get around, help spread the word. Help me save my baby, my best friend.

[khazaddis]

In addition to the commissions charity I set up a gofundme to try and help raise money.

In addition to his newly diagnosed Addison’s Disease, he’s got something called auto-immune-hemolitic-anemia. Between hospital stays, steroid shots, and blood transfusions, we’ve run up over $3000.00 in medical bills, and we’re not done yet.

He’s still fighting like the champion he is, and I’m not giving up on him until we’re out of hope. Unfortunately, with my salary as a grad student, hope’s going to run out about the same time the money does. Anything you can give, even if it’s just a reblog to signal boost, helps and is appreciated.

[khazaddis]

I talked to the vet today and he’s starting to be a little hopeful. Gideon’s blood count has leveled out, and they’re waiting to see if he starts to build it up on his own. He’s got a bit of an appetite back, eating on his own for the first time since Monday. Our bills are still climbing, however. Today we capped $4,000.00. 

Thanks for all you’ve done and for your generosity. We’re not quite there yet, but neither of us is giving up. Everyone has been so amazing and supportive, I’m overwhelmed. Please keep reblogging this to get the word out there!

[khazaddis]

In addition to the commissions charity I set up a gofundme to try and help raise money.

In addition to his newly diagnosed Addison’s Disease, he’s got something called auto-immune-hemolitic-anemia. Between hospital stays, steroid shots, and blood transfusions, we’ve run up over $3000.00 in medical bills, and we’re not done yet.

He’s still fighting like the champion he is, and I’m not giving up on him until we’re out of hope. Unfortunately, with my salary as a grad student, hope’s going to run out about the same time the money does. Anything you can give, even if it’s just a reblog to signal boost, helps and is appreciated.

[khazaddis]

I talked to the vet today and he’s starting to be a little hopeful. Gideon’s blood count has leveled out, and they’re waiting to see if he starts to build it up on his own. He’s got a bit of an appetite back, eating on his own for the first time since Monday. Our bills are still climbing, however. Today we capped $4,000.00. 

Thanks for all you’ve done and for your generosity. We’re not quite there yet, but neither of us is giving up. Everyone has been so amazing and supportive, I’m overwhelmed. Please keep reblogging this to get the word out there!

[diyordie3]

When I find myself in times of trouble,

Mother Mary comes to me,

speaking words of wisdom:

if you can’t decide between two ships,

just make an OT3.

[thatbothersmeh]

[wolfinghard]

#you laughed but… #where were the lies? #Ellen spilling that truth tea all over the Oscars stage