You don’t actually have to talk like a pirate on Talk Like a Pirate Day. It’s arrrrbitrary.
I’ve been getting a lot of these lately, and I guess I just want you all to know what I think when I read them.
#that’s what you think dmitri #sorry but you thought lenin was bad #ahhaha well look out for the 1940s #just you wait dmitri #what year is it huh? #early 1930s maybe #just you wait dmitri #you live in russia during the 20th century #it’s not gonna be fine #history’s a bitch dmitri
I am screaming
If you allow yourself to feel it, embrace it. It will make you more powerful than you ever imagined. It’s the greatest gift we have: to bear their pain without breaking. And it comes from the most human part of us: hope. Charles, we need you to hope again.
you know who is extremely underrated???
Alan fucking Cumming
best known as Floop in Spy Kids
and Glitch if you ever watched the AMAZING mini-series Tin-Man
is an omnisexual,
occasional crossdresser in plays
and Tony award winning actor
he deserves more recognition than he gets
If you love Alan Cumming, watch his episode of Who Do You Think You Are. You will probably cry.
One correction: he is bisexual. This is not Captain Jack Harkness, this is an actual person.
Alan Cumming does indeed identify himself as bisexual and it’s rude to call him otherwise, but dude, omnisexual isn’t inherently a fake sexuality. I use omni and pan pretty interchangeably to refer to myself, because omni is a lot more self-explanatory than pan is.
Ah, sorry. I’ve only seen it in the context of “will fuck every consenting being even robots and aliens because 51st morals~~”, not in terms of an actual identity.
^ the above phrase used from Torchwood/Doctor Who or whichever it was? That’s how I realized I was pan. Because I would fuck anything. (except maybe animals…it depends….if it can talk and consent and communicate to me on my level or higher? maybe)
I wonder how many non homestucks will reblog this just cause it looks freakin awesome.
So, all day my app and the web have been saying BIG GIANT RAINFALL. MOST LIKELY WILL GET FLOODS. SCHOOL IS PROBABLY CANCELLED.
And we get drizzles. Just drizzles. Then it gets sunny and clear and its like….really, weather people? Really? I ain’t seeing no rain here.
And just now it updates. Finally. From saying 100% chance of rain back down to a measley 40 and I’m like YUP. THATS WHAT YOUR DAMN RADAR HAS BEEN SAYING ALL DAY.
THE GIANT ASS STORM THE ENTIRE TOWN IS IN A TIZZY ABOUT? ITS COMPLETELY PASSING US BY LIKE…THE DISTANCE PHOENIX FROM TUCSON. SERIOUSLY.
Goddammit I wanted big storm and flooding.
TO ANY ONE WHO DOESNT KNOW This is the Labyrinth book due to come out April 29, 2014 (the american listing for books-a-million is found here)
Summary: Years before Sarah entered the Labyrinth, a young boy named Jareth faced his own incredible journey in a desperate attempt to rescue his true love from the clutches of the wicked and beautiful Goblin Queen. Archaia and the Jim Henson Company and proud to present an original prequel to Jim Henson’s classic fantasy film.
- Publisher: Diamond Comic Distributors
- Publish Date: April 2014
- Page Count: 144
Hopefully this helps some people out if your confused!
I can’t find an actual copy of this book so I’m assuming this is fake :(
There are apparently reprints of the originals going out, and potential reprints/remakes of the rest of the line of Hensen work similar to Labyrinth. The above is probably misinformed/misoncstrued/wishful thinking about the real things that have been done.
^ That’s where I discovered that Archaia is reprinting the things.
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.
The STORY THOUGH.
There was this cat. She was adorable but no one wanted her because she had breathing problems and made pig noises as she ate. Her airway as a bit messed up and it also caused her to dribble snot when she purred happily. I wanted her so bad, because she was the sweetest thing I had ever met.
My mother, whom I was living with at the time, told me no. We were there primarily to browse since my last cat, a young not-yet-8-week-old rescue I got when I was twelve, went missing and never came home again. We’re fairly certain he’d gotten eaten by Coyotes. Reo, my boy, had a problem when he purred where snot would dribble down his nose too, so I didn’t mind having a cat with that issue.
My mother was only concerned with potential medical issues considering the girl was a “broken cat” with “known medical problems” never mind that the one who told us that was not a veterinarian and, when I googled what he called “medical problems” I noted that it wasn’t anything super serious and wouldn’t cause her discomfort, or even surgery down the road. She was fine to own.
My mother still said no, so I didn’t get to go home with the sweetest gal I’d ever met. A couple of years later mom bought two ragdolls. I don’t regret Sunny and Cher (Sunny lives with me, Cher with my mother) as they’ve been the light of my life. Sunny is insanely smart, but he’s also a dumbass who has a problem eating plastic and other inorganic things. I’ve already taken him to surgery once because of this.
I still wish I could have gotten that sweet girl though. She was gorgeous.