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Don’t confuse my hatred of the hyperwealthy for jealousy over what they have. I don’t want a six figure sports car, or a 40 room mansion, or a gold leaf truffle wagyu steak dinner. I want redistribution of wealth that allows for infrastructural support of all citizens’ basic survival needs.
Don’t give me one-sided unrequited love, give me two-sided unwanted love. Both sides are deeply in love with the other and both sides are like ‘fuck, really?? them??? really?’
Is it sad that I know all of these vines basically by heart
I made some iconic vine wallpapers! Please like/reblog if you use them!
this is why i love the internet
All of you straight people asking how you can support gays this pride month smh like the answer is so easy.. whenever you see a gay person you have to give them all your fucking weed
some of u really need to make some jam…. plant some heirloom tomatoes…. sit in the dirt…. pet a sheep…. that’s all i’m saying
Them: Oh you don’t want this cat. He’s wild and he bites everyone and he’ll never just sit nicely in your lap. He’s a project cat.
Me: That’s okay, I’m a project person.
Two weeks later:
He won’t leave.
Tell us your secret oh great kitty whisperer.
Step one: let him hide or shy away from you if he wants to. He wouldn’t let me touch him for a couple days after we got back from the shelter. His comfort was more important than me getting to touch him.
Step two: make yourself nonthreatening. In my case this meant being very quiet, bringing food and lying down on the ground within his eyesight as an invitation to investigate.
Step three: watch his body language and don’t do things that make him uncomfortable. Turns out my cat often bit when he was overstimulated so I made sure not to overwhelm him.
Step four: draw lines, but not with brute force. Even though his biting wasn’t meant to hurt, I wanted to make sure he wouldn’t injure anyone in the future. So I decided when he bit me, I’d yelp “ow!” And then withdraw all physical contact for a few minutes, sometimes leaving the room. Now he never bites, but sometimes he puts his teeth on my hand and then thinks better of it.
Step five: provide a good outlet for destructive behaviors. Aka PLAY WITH HIM, SEVERAL TIMES A DAY.
Step six: be patient.
Step seven: get lucky and somehow pick up the best cat in the entire shelter. I don’t know how it happened but he’s a godsend. He’s literally cuddled me out of a panic attack. We both really needed each other.
Anne Hathaway, Audra McDonald and Raul Esparza in “Twelfth Night”
Fun fact: Cheetahs only attack prey that runs
jesus that is good to know.
Yup, that’s the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesn’t involved you getting eaten.
REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetahs are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetahs are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Others will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll lose their cubs. So zoos with breeding programs had to figure out how to make cheetahs comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying. So what’d they do? They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs! The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!
AJHHHHFDDGHH SO PRECIOUS
this post just got so much better
THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY FAVOURITE POST
This is the greatest thing I’ve seen all day.
Dogs are truly angels.
(youth pastor voice) you know who really has big dick energy? the lord
One of my Top 5 Big Queer Regrets is that the discourse on this website has had such powerful influence over my identity throughout the years.
I remember the power I felt in claiming the labels I first used to define myself, in throwing off the assumptions of cisheteronormativity. I remember being 17 and still afraid to say the words “lesbian” or “gay” out loud, much less “trans” or “genderqueer” or “demisexual” or “queer”.
I was so afraid and yet so proud.
And I remember badly wanting to fit in and be accepted by the little corner of the LGBT community I had access to. So I learned the language; did the tough talk; internalized a lot of Tumblr Approved™ things about LGBT identities; and changed labels so that I was in-line with the popular discourse, so that the harassment in my inbox would stop, so that I wouldn’t feel as hurt by the relentless mocking of people like me by people who were supposed to understand my struggle.
Around eight years, I’ve been a part of the Tumblr LGBT community.
I’ve seen so much infighting, so much harassment, so much gatekeeping, so many lies, so much identity policing, so much arrogance.
I’ve been told many times who I’m not allowed to be, I’ve been told more times that people like me aren’t real, aren’t valid, don’t matter, will never belong. I have seen so many attempts to erase people like myself, even as we fight to be seen.
At some point, I have to choose me.
And I will.
And I am.
If I could hand down one piece of advice to 17 year old me, it would be this:
Be unapologeticly, defiantly, brilliantly yourself. Be everything–no doors are closed. Do not be easily swayed by the outrage of others–you owe no one explaination or justification for your existence. At the end of each day, the most important person you need acceptance from is yourself.
Me as a librarian
Me AF







