they eat a lot of people

Goya was my dog.

She was a 10 year old corgi/golden retriever mix that I brought with me from Spain. I know a lot of people have their special pets and their “heart animals”; and she was mine. Truly, she was my heart, and my life. We were inseparable. To this day I can’t talk about her without getting emotional, and miss her with every bit of my still broken heart.

Goya rapidly developed a cancerous growth (mast cell tumor) on her right side that we had scheduled surgery to remove. She had gone through a previous surgical procedure to remove two burst cysts and came from that healthy and fine - she was eating and playing that very night! So I figured that even at her age she was strong enough to go through one last surgery.

I began to take pictures of her to make a chronicle of her weeks before surgery, in order to keep spirits up and invite people to meet her a little better. She has a tag all of her own that is still difficult for me to visit.

Goya went into shock after surgery. The mast cells had begun to degranulate. We took her to the ER, but she didn’t make it. I lost a very big piece of my heart that night.

Seeing Goya in-game is a way for me to have a bit of her around that I can visit and interact with, and can’t thank the people that made it happen enough because it may have been such a small thing but for me it means what Goya was to me - the world.

minopoke replied to your post : tbh I’m still trying to figure out how team…

Where did the term “team freeloader” come from/why are they called that?

the term “team freeloader” came from my own bitter post-cacw heart and they are called that because 

in detail, they’re called that because of a) staying at tony’s and eating all his food and leaving coffee grounds in the garbage disposal because he is Running A Bed And Breakfast for a biker gang and having him build them stuff and clean up their pr issues and make deals on their behalf,,while showing zero fondness or gratitude or respect whatsoever and giving nothing in return and expecting a Ton from him. and then they left the second shit got real and blamed it on him

then they (probably) end up in b) wakanda, where a lot of (team cap) people were originally saying they were going to enjoy life with their New Sugar Daddy t’challa who would, of course, let them stay there rent-free and build them things and clean up their pr issues and make deals on their behalf,,and then they’d probably leave the second shit got real

anonymous asked:

dude, i cant believe your old account got terminated. youre like the only person with ED recovery shit i can relate to, and your blogging isnt triggering. because i see how much you are geared toward recovery too and that sets you aside from the unhealthy blogs.

Yeah, I can’t believe it either.. It was so weird I really didn’t expect it. A lot of other girls within the community were terminated  around the same time that I was so it leads me to believe that this site is just simply not in any way a safe place for people with eating disorders to come and talk about their struggles at all. It’s like deleting all the blogs of those venting about their struggles with  depression, low self esteem , schizophrenia, autism, and any physical ailment really.  I even reported a beastiality blog and it didn’t get deleted yet and it’s against the tumblr guidelines and girls with trauma and eating disorders are? whatever i’m over it. fuck it  

anonymous asked:

Ally, you were wrong the other day sadly Jenna is no longer vegan. I find it tricky as I want her to be healthy but I find it hard hearing people give up on the vegan lifestyle!

My apologies, I haven’t seen her in over a year! 

My advice is not to look at veganism as a diet, nor something so black and white.

Strive to do your best in this world to cause as least harm as possible. Try inspiring others to do the same. I’m certain Jenna is still doing 90% more good in this world than I was 4+ years ago, or than a lot of other people are doing now. Encourage positive actions rather than shaming unsavoury ones.

My close friends know this, but there were times when I was at my worst with my health that if a doctor had said to me I could make all of my issues go away by eating an animal product again, I would have considered it. I don’t think I ever could go through with it because my mind has shifted on how I view things, but I can completely empathise with how it feels not to feel good in your own body. It’s an awful experience, and I’m glad to hear she’s starting to feel better. I just hope her sharing that doesn’t discourage others from looking into a more vegan lifestyle.

I was doing my research paper on polio yesterday and I read that a lot of people got polio because they eat shit and I was just. oh my god. can you believe people actually go and eat other people’s shit

anonymous asked:

food is so much more exciting as a vegan because i know i'm doing much less harm and when things happen like ben & jerry's coming out with dairy free ice cream my life suddenly has meaning again and i love finding and trying out new vegan places to eat out at

I absolutely agree. I think being vegan forces you to be a lot more creative with your food, since you’re not just sticking to the “meat with something else” formula so many of my meat eating friends diet’s seem to consist of. I used to eat so much beige food before I went vegan, now my plates are much more interesting. The fact that so many people cannot even fathom how a dish would taste good without animal products is honestly pretty sad. 



10. Favorite love interest?

Elara Dorne. It’s no secret I really liked her, Kaliyo, Quinn, and Andronikos.

12. Do you have a preferred mount/speeder? Is there one you want, but don’t own yet?

I guess Nalenne has a bantha. She probably picked that up during the rakghoul event. It hardly eats the flesh of the living at all now.

17. If you participate in warzones, which is your favorite map?

Never set foot in a warzone. I dislike being dead weight.

18. Which achievement(s) are you most proud of?

I’m struggling to recall having earned an achievement. I guess you had them for leveling up, and for killing lots of people with your companions around? 50 on all classes was nice, I’ll go with that.


Utagawa: Commander, thank you for all your hard work. If you’d like, please accept these macarons.

Utagawa: As thanks for all you’ve done for us. Usami-sempai taught us.

Utagawa: See you, I’m going to pass these around to other people too. I’m glad I was able to give them to you first.

Kitazoe: Ah, Commander! Just got off duty? If you’d like, eat these macarons and take a break.

Kitazoe: These were all made with Kage and Yuzuru. Everyone did their best making these as thanks for you…Zoe-san is so happy.

Kitazoe: Zoe-san also worked hard to not lose to the other two and made a lot, so eat up!

Okudera: Thank you for all your hard work, Commander. Please go ahead and eat these. They’re handmade macarons.

Okudera: It was so much work making these. Koarai kept messing around because ‘it’s better if it looks interesting’…

Okudera: Which do you think is more important, Commander, outer appearance or what’s on the inside? In the end, I think its better to make something that actually tastes good.

Utagawa is such a smooth talker.

Advice on finding jobs from horrid!professor: The industry is so much hard work that most people don’t last and you won’t be able to have personal relationships and you’ll make so little money that you’ll be eating nothing but tuna fish and will probably die from sleep deprivation!

Advice on finding jobs from my other professors: There’s lots of work out there and as long as you put in the effort and are good at it, you’ll keep getting hired. Also, here are some great places to start that pay decent money and that always need people!

History of Teslaverse

((context, in case someone out there hasn’t seen the source of this meme yet))

1 tesla drive is a house somewhere in canada and it’s


in the year -1,000,000,000, 1 tesla drive might not have been here

In the year ~2008, it was here, and you could buy it. and a dude with purple hair bought it

and then he moved a parascientist kid there, a portal appeared in the basement, and now there’s lots of 


because there’s parascience.

so now there’s dib in the house, basically hanging out in the rooms, eating takeout from boxes and using the latest technology. like skype, and gloves

ding dong, it’s other people, and they have technology from the future, like really cute dragons, and craaaazy social skills

“hi kass,” dib said
“hi dipshit,” said kass
“could you call me something else, other than dipshit?” said dib
“like what?” said kass
“how about agent mothman~ ” said dib

so if you live inside tesla drive, how are you supposed to protect your shit from foundation agents?
ask the fairy queen~

everyone started asking the fairy queen.

(correction: dib and simon asked the fairy queen. other people who do not personally know the fairy queen did not ask the fairy queen.)


knock knock.

it’s the other dib.

with cool gloves. 

with powers. 


“capture. the zim. stop having him be free.”

Foundation: no, don’t do that, if you’re a regular human you’re not supposed to attack us with bees

Kass: how bout i do anyway?~


The Chronicles of Jughead Jones and all the food that he has eaten so far. Since people are terribly concerned that Juggie has not fulfilled his expected eating quota…especially now that he’s homeless xD


I hope trans boys and their boyfriends are having a good day.

I hope trans boys and their girlfriends sleep well tonight.

I hope trans boys and their nb sweethearts eat really yummy food and spend a lot of time together today.

I just really want trans boys and the people they love to be happy. That’s all.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?

oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26. 

i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.

things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.

yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.

but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.

at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.

stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.

stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.

I want to find peace but I’m not certain where to look. I feel like my heart is all full of wildfires burning burning burning, devouring all the good things like an open mouth. But I feel more like an open wound and I try to hold onto all the good things that I can, with my hands that could be prettier. Hydrangeas and chamomile tea with milk and saying ‘I love you’ too often and sweaters that are a little too big and eating cherries until my mouth is red and when the sky looks like a grapefruit are good things. Or maybe they’re the things that make me feel human, flesh and blood, a girl with good intentions who makes mistakes a lot. And it’s okay to make mistakes; I just forget. I like mistakes, I like flaws, I like secrets, I like all the ugly things that fill you up. I like people, just not myself, sometimes
—  Zoë Lianne, “Girl/Wildfire”

I know a lot of folks feel sorry for deer in the winter, especially when it looks like there’s not much for them to eat. I also know that some people, having seen deer eating gleanings out of fields, think it’s helpful to leave some corn out for the deer. As a nutritionist, I beg you, DON’T. 

Deer are ruminants, which means digestion relies on microbes in their gut to help break down forages. These microbes undergo seasonal changes, and in winter, fiber-digesters are the dominant type. If deer suddenly eat a large amount of starch-rich food, like corn, what few starch-digesting microbes are in the gut quickly get overwhelmed, and acidosis develops. This can lead to a quick, painful death. What started out as kindness becomes cruelty.

Deer take 2-4 weeks to adapt their guts to changes in diet.  In the wild, this happens as the seasons change, and the deer are fine. But if you overwhelm their gut with energy-rich food in a time of the year when they’re living a lot off of high-fiber food and their own fat reserves, it can lead to sickness and often to death. 

Even if it doesn’t kill them, congratulations, your yard is now a place where they expect food. You may have deer fighting for access to the food, or spreading disease. And things that eat deer now know they can find food near your house.  This can be dangerous to people who let their pets outside - coyotes may view small pets as a snack, as can feral dogs. Not to mention the last thing you want is those same predators getting used to people. Increased deer in residential neighborhoods also increases the risk of deer-car collisions.

In the winter, deer are usually living off of the fat reserves they built all year. Unless it is unusually cold and the county is putting out food, best not to. Deer can handle themselves.  

From my first ever campaign into tabletops

Orc barbarian(me): I dismember the fallen enemy and stuff him into a basket

Wizard: Gurmaz….why are you doing that

Barbarian: Save money on food

GM: So your barbarian is a cannibal guys, you cool with that?

Fighter: I’m not so sure I feel safe any more. How do we know she’s not going to go native and cannabalize us in our sleep?!

Barbarian: Hey, I’m no cannibal!

Wizard: ….but you’re eating people.

Barbarian: [points at self] Orc. [points at basket] Not orc. [points at self again] Not cannibal.

GM:….she is technically correct.

I saved a lot of money on food that campaign and the GM gave up trying to karmically punish my character for it since nothing he devised could actually kill her. 

Things I am surprised people don't know
  • Neutering your pet is a surgery not an injection.
  • Most male animals have nipples
  • Dogs and cats have more that one pair
  • Ringworm is a fungus, not a type of worm
  • Topical flea products are not to be given orally.
  • Staff work late nights and weekends because they get paid better rates. Not because they like those hours.
  • There are lots and lots of pets with the same name as yours.
  • There aren’t a lot of effective taste deterrents for a dog that really likes to eat it’s own poop
  • Whether or not the nose is wet, dry, warm or cold, it means nothing. Really nothing.
  • Being female does not automatically make me a nurse. I’m the vet.