Occasional fandoms. Occasional social justice. My ideal reality has a lot to do with both unlimited equality and wifi.
book series and their last sentences
so.. hi. it’s been a few months since i abandoned this blog and i just wanted to link anyone listening to my new one.
i started out posting about fandoms back in 2011, i think, and although i’m still very much obsessed with some things, i’ve grown out of this blog and i had known it for months before i abandoned it. i started creating personal social media accounts for the first time in a while, and now i have instagram, a positivity blog, and finally a photography blog, which is what i’m most proud of. if you want to follow me there, i would love to have an audience half as big as this one.
love you guys. goodbye.
so.. hi. it’s been a few months since i abandoned this blog and i just wanted to link anyone listening to my new one.
i started out posting about fandoms back in 2011, i think, and although i’m still very much obsessed with some things, i’ve grown out of this blog and i had known it for months before i abandoned it. i started creating personal social media accounts for the first time in a while, and now i have instagram, a positivity blog, and finally a photography blog, which is what i’m most proud of. if you want to follow me there, i would love to have an audience half as big as this one.
love you guys. goodbye.
so.. hi. it’s been a few months since i abandoned this blog and i just wanted to link anyone listening to my new one.
i started out posting about fandoms back in 2011, i think, and although i’m still very much obsessed with some things, i’ve grown out of this blog and i had known it for months before i abandoned it. i started creating personal social media accounts for the first time in a while, and now i have instagram, a positivity blog, and finally a photography blog, which is what i’m most proud of. if you want to follow me there, i would love to have an audience half as big as this one.
love you guys. goodbye.
so.. hi. it’s been a few months since i abandoned this blog and i just wanted to link anyone listening to my new one.
i started out posting about fandoms back in 2011, i think, and although i’m still very much obsessed with some things, i’ve grown out of this blog and i had known it for months before i abandoned it. i started creating personal social media accounts for the first time in a while, and now i have instagram, a positivity blog, and finally a photography blog, which is what i’m most proud of. if you want to follow me there, i would love to have an audience half as big as this one.
love you guys. goodbye.
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
IM CRYING I LOVE CATS FUUUUCK
This is beautiful ❤️
Uptown Funk is the non-problematic funky jam the world has been waiting for.
i changed the url of this blog from mayorinterndana (it’s still an awesome name and obviously now up for grabs) to happy–corner because my sideblog called happy-corner is about positivity and its cute and awesome and i really wish it was my main blog and i could stop using this one. i added a code into my html that would redirect this url to my sideblog but until tumblr allows me to change it to my primary blog i’ll still be annoyed. ive grown out of this one and ive known it for the past year or so. i started out with fandoms and i’m more into other things now. so anyways. here’s a post explaining the url change and why i wont be using this blog at all anymore, really. i dont want to necessarily lose all my past posts, but i wish it wasnt my main blog. no one will see this or care but i feel like this needed an explanation.
** mini lush giveaway **
(please don’t delete the text)
hey guys! I’ve decided to give a few of my favorite lush products to one of you guys because you all are the bomb dot com and have recently been even more awesome than usual so it’s the least I can do!!
what you will get:
- 1 9-5 cleaner (it’s fabulous)
- 1 full size lotion
- 2 shower gels
- 1 cleanser of your choice
- 1 package of toothy tabs (you can pick the flavor)
- 1 dry shampoo
- 1 lip scrub (again, you can pick the flavor)
- 2 of their mini gorilla perfumes (yep, you can pick the scent)
- also some coconut body shop stuff cause coconut is amazing
to enter:
- please be following me, since this is a follower appreciate post
- please reblog this post (likes can bookmark but don’t count)
- you can reblog as many times as you want, but do not spam your followers dashboards pls
- please don’t message me asking me to pick you or something of that sort, it is completely random
yup that’s it
I will be picking February 20th, please respond within 3 days or it goes to someone else. if you have any questions feel free to message me!!
good luck!! :-)
A zombie apocalypse story where a vaccine is developed but anti vac moms refuse to inoculate their children because the zombie vaccine causes gay autism
In the right hands, this could be an epic work of satire.
oh my god
me
this is all i have been laughing at for the last hour
me: *hangs out w/ little kids and tries 2 teach them self love and feminist ideas*
In case you still don’t understand how badly women have had it, when anaesthetic was first invented doctors weren’t allowed to give it to women who were giving birth because the church said that the pain of childbirth was God punishing women for not being men
My jaw just fucking dropped
