This is the heartwarming moment a circus lion feels grass and soil beneath its feet after spending 13 years locked in a tiny cage.
The big cat, named Will, had travelled in a small cart for more than a decade, forced to perform as the circus moved around America. But Will’s fate was to take a dramatic turn after he was rescued by Ranchos dos Gnomos Santuario in Brazil and given a new home. After being released from the cold metal cage, the lion immediately ran over the soft soil and grass, rubbing its paws into the earth before rolling over and taking in all the new sights and smells.The amazing footage was actually recorded back in 2006, but has only just been made available to the public. (Source)
An Aquarius was throwing and making a mess in his own room after he found out that she, his girlfriend, had finally moved on without him. I looked as he cuss and threw away some of the mementos of her, and finally stopped when he found an old photo of them together at a photobooth. He sat down and started to burst into tears. “If only.. If only I told her everything, and hadn’t kept it all in, maybe she would’ve stayed..” he said through the tears.
An Aries looked through his twitter and found a picture of his ex with someone else, he let out a soft chuckle. “Oh shit..” he laughed, and slowly he stood up and continued to laugh. “Look at this. Look at her.. Oh, she’s.. she’s fucking hilarious.” He slowly started to laugh so hard, and I watched as he began to shake and slowly made his way to the balconey and started to scream about her, just screamed her name and called her names and how he hated her but finally he broke down and cried.
A Cancer started shaking and tries to grab his phone out of our reach. “Please, let me just call her..” we shook all our heads and told him to just stay put. He begged that it’ll be just for tonight. We told him that he has had enough, but he wouldn’t listen. He wanted to call her so bad, but the truth is.. she’s about to have her wedding in a week, and he was going to tell her he still loves her after all these years.
A Capricorn and I were out in mid-town late at night, and he had too much to drink. He sways as he walks, and suddenly one of Bryson Tiller’s songs played through one of the bars nearby and he let go of me and sang through the whole verse. He finally stopped and looked at me and said, “This shit, that’s me. I wished God would saved her for me. That’s it, and fuck.. I’m not really at my best at the moment, but I loved her.”
A Gemini breath out smoke after inhaling his cigarette and he looked at the city lights from our view. “I miss her..” was all he said, taking another inhale from his cigarette. He looked at me and gave me a small smile and back at view.
A Leo drank with me, and place an arm around my shoulders and said, “I shouldn’t drink too much. These crazy thoughts are hunting me again, and I just want to crush the world. Ha, oh she’s in my head. My ex, you know? She’s in here again and.. fuck! I hate her. I miss her. You know we’re talking again, right but just as "friends”? I want more than that..“ He gave me a small playful slap on the cheek and walked to get another drink. It’s going to be a long night.
A Libra rushed to her house, knocking at her apartment door. But it was locked. Ran back downstairs and started calling her name out her window, trying to get her attention. She finally opened the window and told him to leave. I watched from the car, as he asked for her forgiveness. She shook her head and said it was too late for him.
A Pisces admitted to me how he still thinks about his ex, and how he still calls out her name and how his mind would play memories of her every single day. He can’t stand the nights because his mind would play her, her voice, her smile, the way she would call him everyday and she was his rock. As he sits here with me, tears roll down his cheek and he said, "Now here I am still holding on to her, just waiting for a sign that maybe she’d come back, and maybe we can try again.. but also maybe she’s with someone else, who.. who treats her well than I could’ve had and.. I want her to be happy, I do, but I wish.. right now.. she could be happy with me, and I am so selfish for it..”
A Sagittarius once said that he used to think too much about the relationship and how every time he was with her he would start to overthink every scenario of how she would leave him, and he would tell her and she would shook her head and promised him she would never leave… and now that she’s gone he still can’t stop thinking about her..
A Scorpio said to me, “I’m just not too sure if I could ever ask her to come back. I really messed up, you know? I could try, but would she ever give me another chance to prove to her my real worth? Can she really do that..?” I was a little loss for words. Knowing Scoprio and how he is, he seemed to be really serious about her. I just didn’t know what to say.
A Taurus and I passed by a coffee shop and he paused and peered through and saw his ex with someone else, and she’s laughing and holding this man’s hand. He gritted his teeth and his fist clenched. I put a hand on his shoulder and told him to let it go. It’s been years since they’ve together and been a two years after their break up. He slowly looked down in defeat and sighed. He walked off ahead of me..
A Virgo and I were driving out late one night around the city, and all the songs he played were just old, sad R&B music and I would watch him from time to time as he mumbled some of the lyrics to himself and would let out a small smirk when the singer goes and says, “I love you and miss you..” and he shook his head. We pulled up to a parking lot, and he got out and looked at me and said, “I do miss her, but do you think she misses me..?”
But what I want to know, where I want to read about, is what happened after Draco failed to identify Harry at the manor
Because you can’t tell me Voldemort called him in for a job functioning chat
Or that all the other death eaters and death eater fanboys just asked him to buy a set of glasses or pay better attention to Harry’s looks next time
Oh no they must have tortured him for his mistake
Did Bellatrix get creative with her knife again?
Did Fenrir bite him?
Did voldemort crucio him until he forgot his own name?
Did the snatchers lock him in with a hippogryph?
And when Harry sees those scars, what does he do?
What does he do when he sees ‘liar’ and ‘traitor’ edged in the skin across his back?
What does Harry do when he sees the gigantic bite marks Fenrir left on the previously so kissable soft spot on Draco’s neck?
What does Harry do when he can’t fuck Draco up against a wall because Draco’s through crucio spasms destroyed back could never handle that?
What does Harry do when Draco comes back for eighth year with a limp, and passes out from fear when faced with Buckbeak?
What does Harry do when he can barely find a single piece of skin on Draco’s body that he can mark as his own, because saving Harry and the war got Draco more than just some thin lines, a scolding and a dark mark?
What does Harry do when he sees the price Draco had to pay for Harry’s freedom?
And what does Draco do then?
These are the things I need to know and read 100k fics about
“Are you ready to go?” Jack asks, waiting by the front door and Bitty comes out of their bedroom.
“Yep,” Bitty replies, smiling happily as he holds up their grocery list. “I was just adding a few more things to the list,”
Jack can’t stop himself, smiling teasingly as he says, “What, we don’t have enough butter already?”
Bitty rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Bitty tells him, reaching up to give him a light flick on the nose.
“You know I’m hilarious,” Jack says, his nose scrunched up adorably and Bitty doesn’t think it’s possible to love the man more than he does now.
“Sure thing, Rock-lord,” Bitty replies, gigging at the loud groan that Jack always gave when that name happened to pop up.
The apartment door is locked and the two of them make their way down to the front entrance of the building. As soon as they’re outside, Jack suddenly stops and Bitty turns to look at him, confused and a bit concerned.
“Jack, are you okay?” Bitty asks, and Jack stays quiet for a moment before reaching out. Bitty doesn’t stop him when Jack entwines their fingers together, in fact, he squeezes back when Jack’s grip tightens ever so slightly.
“We can hold hands in public now,” Jack says, sounding a little in awe, and Bitty immediately remembers two nights ago, when they revealed their relationship to the whole world.
Around them, no one even gives them a second glance as people go about their daily lives and it feels so incredibly good. It feels so amazing and so goddamn freeing that Bitty releases a few pearls of laughter, his smile so wide that his cheeks begin to hurt.
Jack’s grin is the same, his cheeks flushed with happiness as he gazes down at Bitty.
“We can hold hands in public now,” Bitty repeats, and Jack’s grin turns into a warm smile as he leans down and presses a light but sweet kiss onto Bitty’s lips.
I didn’t want to make a post or say
anything because I don’t think enough people will notice or care. But fuck
that, because I’ve got something to say.
I’m a fanfic writer for Haikyuu,
I’ve been one for over a year; going on two. I’ve written 50 fics for this fandom, and I’ve
been posting one fic or chapter update every week since the beginning of this
I write because I love writing,
because I have a lot of ideas, and because I love the characters. I
post my work because I think other people might enjoy my work, too.
But I’m also sick of it.
I’m sick of spending all my free
time on writing only to get ten notes max on my fics on tumblr. Which, you know - it might just be that people don’t like my work. But it’s not
just me. I’ve participated in events, and if you look at the pages for any
fandom-related project that includes artists and writers, I can assure you that
you’ll always find the same thing: art with over a thousand notes per pic, and
fics with less than twenty.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the art
that people are creating in the fandom, just as much as the next person. I buy
every zine I can get my hands on. I commission artists when I can.
Recently, I commissioned a writer. I
didn’t even know that was a thing until a couple months ago, and even then, I’ve
seen writers offer 1k words or more for as little as 3$. Are you fucking
kidding me. I paid 25$ for 4k and I wish I could have tipped more.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’m
done with this.
I’ve been thinking every single day
for the last three weeks that I want to just say I’m
not going to be writing anymore. Because I’ve got no more energy for this. I’ve
got enough other shit going on, and constantly being angry about how writers are
treated is not helping, and it’s not something I can turn off. Every day I’ve
been thinking “you should just go. For your sake. Stop this shit.”
I can’t do that. When I finally reached that point, and made
the decision today that I’d stop, I’m done, I’m out - I immediately felt AWFUL.
I love writing, and I love the friends I’ve made through it. I get really sweet
and supportive comments sometimes. I feel like my work has maybe impacted a
handful of people.
But I hate this. I hate the way the
fandom treats us. I hate getting 1k hits and 2 comments. I hate getting 20
notes, only one of which is a reblog. Who’s going to see my work? No one. I hate it, and I don’t know what to do
I guess that’s all. Expect a new fic
from me next week, as always. Because as much as I hate it, I can’t leave. But
I’m done pretending I’m not angry. Because I am.
Waverly: is making out with a half naked Nicole in a random hotel room she booked under a fake name that is miles outside of purgatory. The door is locked, a do-not-disturb sign is on the handle, and strict instructions not to let anyone up to their room have been given to the staff.
↠ A/N: Long time, no post, huh? But here we are, I honestly don’t know what this is, but I hope you like anyway! ↞
Tilting your head slightly, you peered down at the shy hybrid, the sleeves of his over-sized sweater pulled over his small hands, his eyes soft and curious as he stared right back at you. His gaze melted you to your knees as his tail curled around his waist, ears curiously twitching among his soft locks of hair.
“So… this particular cat hybrid is named Jimin, feel free to look him over, whatever you need…” The employee stated in a rather monotone, bored tone, her nails seemingly miles more interesting than a potential adoption taking place.
“Sure, thanks…” You nodded politely, your gaze quickly drawn back to the hybrid in front of you, his legs crossed neatly as he perched on a slightly worn out pillow, his stare never leaving you as his mouth lay cracked open ever so slightly in complete fascination at you.
The employee sighed exasperatedly as she sauntered out, as you shook your head with a gentle smile, cautiously walking over and kneeling beside Jimin, observing his timid posture, his hands resting under his chin as he continued to stare quietly.
“Hello…” You finally spoke in a gentle tone, a hint of fascination laced in your voice as you stared at his effortless beauty, the way his blonde locks occasionally slipped down over his eyes, those eyes that held such an inquisitive look in them, his plump lips curled into an adorably irresistible pout as he blinked innocently at you.
“Hi… I’m Jimin,” he finally spoke, his slight nerves showing in his shaky voice. He hadn’t recalled being so nervous before; he was usually known as one of the more playful kittens, a bright smile always gracing his features. But, he was worried. Worried that you wouldn’t like him, that you would go adopt another hybrid instead, when he felt strangely drawn to you, and he knew he wanted you.
You hesitantly reached out to touch his ears, cupping them as you began to gently stroke and rub the soft fur, eliciting a quiet purr from his throat, his head leaning forward into your touch, and in that moment, you knew this was the hybrid you had to take home.
You fished through your bag for the keys to your apartment, Jimin standing behind you and shifting from foot to foot as he stared around the place, eyes wide with awe, cutely blinking once again.
“Ah, here we are,” you sighed in relief, brushing past the adoption papers and pulling out the keys, the jangling sound causing Jimin to wince slightly, ears flattening against his head anxiously. You noticed, frowning in slight worry as you watched him, your eyes scanning his face to decipher what the matter was.
“Hey, it’s okay…” You spoke in the same soothing voice as before, Jimin visibly calming as he looked up at you with those wide eyes you couldn’t resist, holding back the urge to coo at him, instead limiting yourself to gently rubbing his ears.
“Come in, Jimin,” you stepped to the side and ushered him in, as he took in his new surroundings, looking back at you for permission to look around.
“Can… can I look at the place…?” He spoke for the second time, his hands shyly pulling his sleeves further over his fists, and you felt yourself melt for the millionth time that day.
“Of course, sweetie, this is your home now, feel free,” you gestured him in, pulling your coat off and carefully hanging it up, not noticing the rose pink dusted on Jimin’s cheeks at the nickname. He cautiously padded around, looking around at all the cute decorations neatly arranged around the house, his head tilting in his usual inquisitive manner.
You followed him in, setting yourself down on the couch, a small smile spreading onto your lips as you watched him, placing your keys back down on the small coffee table in front of you with a loud jangle. Jimin cowered at the sound once again, his tail curling around himself and his ears flattened, gently whimpering in, what seemed like, fear. Your own eyes widened, and you hesitantly reached your arms out for him, coaxing him closer.
“I promise not to hurt you, sweetie, come here…” You met his eyes once again, the anxiety and fear held in them sending a pang to your heart, and you sighed. He carefully and anxiously inched over, his eyes asking you for permission once again, before sitting down onto your lap, his arms instantly flying around your waist as he buried his face in your neck.
You jumped a little at the sudden affection, quickly warming up to the touch as you brought your arms around him, holding him close to you protectively.
“Tell me, what’s wrong?” You looked back down at his face still buried in your neck, and he sighed at the question, finally peeking up with eyes welling up with tears.
“I don’t like the sound of the keys…” he started. “Because they remind me of the keys that would lock me in a cage, in the dark, alone…” He shuddered at the memory, whimpering a little as you felt tugging on your heartstrings, bringing your arms around him tighter in a comforting hug.
“It’s okay now, you’re here to live with me, and I promise to take good care of you, no-one will hurt you here, okay?” You gently brushed the fleeting tears away from his eyes, and he nodded gratefully, his body finally calming and relaxing in your touch, his own arms trembling slightly around your waist.
“They really didn’t treat us as well as it seems… that’s just a show they put on for visitors, they treat us like… well, shit, when there’s no-one here, any sign of “misbehavior”, and we end up in that cage, left alone all night… away from my friends and brothers…” He sighed yet again, his face nuzzling against your neck as he inhaled your sweet scent to calm himself.
“That sucks, that really does, you guys aren’t possessions or objects to be thrown around, yeah?” You gently cupped his face, brushing his cheek with you thumb and he nodded, a grateful smile on his lips.
“Thank you, Y/N, you’re very caring, and… I’m glad you picked me…” He looked down shyly with a growing smile gracing his lips, and you felt your heart flutter, gently stroking his ears with a smile of your own.
Over time, the two of you grew close, Jimin finally coming out of his shell and reverting to his true, playful self, his arms forever clinging to your waist whenever you were home. You learned each others’ likes and dislikes, preferences, you introduced Jimin to your favourite TV shows, much to his delight, and he’d sit by you, cuddled into your side affectionately, occasionally swatting you with his tail with a laugh.
There were nights where the bedroom door was locked, clothes strewn carelessly on the floor as needy whimpers and mewls were all that could be heard from the room, mixed in with your own sinful sounds, and nights you spent cuddled together, talking about anything and everything.
You had both become inseparable, his body curled up against yours as you both slept, his tail wrapped protectively around you, arms keeping him close, comforting him every time he woke up alarmed and scared from his occasional nightmares. With your comfort, he always managed to return to the warmth of the bed and your embrace, drifting back into the land of sleep with the gentlest of smiles.