“Were you in love with her, Beast? Did you honestly think she’d want you, when she had someone like me?”
INTP - Lazy. Untrustworthy. Awkward. Cynical.
“He’s gotta have a weakness, because everybody’s got a weakness. I mean, for what? Pandora, it was the box thing. For the Trojans, hey, they bet on the wrong horse, okay?”
ENTP - Facetious. Moody. Noisy. Obnoxious.
“Ah, how shall I do it? Oh, I know. I’ll turn him into a flea, a harmless, little flea, and then I’ll put that flea in a box, and then I’ll put that box inside of another box, and then I’ll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives, I’ll smash it with a hammer!”
Like Harry, Minerva McGonagall seems to have hit her stride in Order of the Phoenix.
“Why didn’t you send us a letter by owl? I believe you have an owl?” Professor McGonagall said coldly to Harry.
Harry gaped at her. Now she said it, that seemed the obvious thing to have done.
“I – I didn’t think –”
“That,” said Professor McGonagall, “is obvious.”
“Really, Severus,” said Professor McGonagall sharply. “I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn’t hit over the head with a broomstick.”
“You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don’t let you off homework today. I assure you that if you do die, you need not hand it in.”
Professor McGonagall poked a large spoon into the nearest tureen. “Tripe, Sybil?”
“But one does not parade the fact that one is All-Knowing. I frequently act as though I am not possessed of the Inner Eye, so as not to make others nervous.”
“That explains a great deal,” said Professor McGonagall tartly.
“Didn’t you listen to Dolores Umbridge’s speech at the start of term feast, Potter?”
“Yeah,” said Harry.
“Yeah… she said… progress will be prohibited or… well, it meant that… that the Ministry of Magic is trying to interfere at Hogwarts.”
“Well, I’m glad you listen to Hermione Granger at any rate,” she said, pointing him out of her office.
“I was just wondering, Professor, whether you received my note telling you of the date and time of your inspec–”
“Obviously I received it, or I would have asked you what you are going in my classroom,” said Professor McGonagall.
“I wonder,” said Professor McGonagall in cold fury, turning on Professor Umbridge, “how you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking.”
“Very well,” [Umbridge] said, “you will receive the results of your inspection in ten days’ time.”
“I can hardly wait,” said Professor McGonagall, in a coldly indifferent voice,
“I should have made my meaning plainer,” said Professor McGonagall, turning at last to look Umbridge directly in the eyes. “He has achieved high marks in all Defence Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher.”
“Well, usually when a person shakes their head,” said McGonagall coldly, “they mean “‘no’”. So unless Miss Edgecombe is using a form of sign-language as yet unknown to humans –”
“Dear, dear,” said Professor McGonagall sardonically, as one of the dragons soared around her classroom, emitting loud bangs and exhaling flame. “Miss Brown, would you mind running along to the Headmistress and informing her that we have an escape firework in our classroom?”
"Take Charms,” said Professor McGonagall, “and I shall drop Augusta a line reminding her that just because she failed her Charms O.W.L., the subject is not necessarily worthless.”
“Our headmaster is taking a short break,“ said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the window.
I made this for my own amusement and entertainment.
Of course tomorrow the place will be plastered with better quality captures, but for tonight, whoever need this, feast your eyes on freshly Misha Collins pictures.
Even in low resolution this man is killing me.
Now, the mandatory cold shower after the manipulation of Misha… Pictures.
Now, she told herself, I must do it now. Gods give me courage. She took one step, then another. Lords and knights stepped aside silently to let her pass, and she felt the weight of their eyes on her. I must be as strong as my lady mother. ― Sansa V, A Game of Thrones.
Crows will fight over a dead man’s flesh and kill each other for his eyes.“ Lord Rodrik stared across the sea, watching the play of moonlight on the waves. "We had one king, then five. Now all I see are crows, squabbling over the corpse of Westeros.” He fastened the shutters. “Do not go to Old Wyk, Asha. Stay with your mother. We shall not have her long, I fear.”
Asha shifted in her seat. “My mother raised me to be bold. If I do not go, I will spend the rest of my life wondering what might have happened if I had." ― The Kraken’s Daughter, A Feast for Crows.
Gerion liked to set him on the table during feasts and make him recite
them. I liked that well enough, didn’t
there amongst the trenchers with every eye upon me, proving what a
clever little imp I was. For years afterward, he had cherished a dream
that one day he would travel the world and see Longstrider’s wonders for
Tywin had put an end to that hope ten days before his dwarf son’s
sixteenth nameday, when Tyrion asked to tour the Nine Free Cities, as
his uncles had done at that same age. “My brothers could be relied upon to bring no shame upon House Lannister,” his father had replied. “Neither ever wed a whore.” And when Tyrion had reminded him
that in ten days he would be a man grown, free to travel where he
wished, Lord Tywin had said,“ No
man is free. Only children and fools think elsewise. Go, by all means.
Wear motley and stand upon your head to amuse the spice lords and the
cheese kings. Just see that you pay your own way and put aside any thoughts of returning.”
Description: Your boyfriend Jimin is really stressed so you let him take it out on you. CEO!Jimin AU
Word Count: 1,511
Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader (지패리를 위해서 ^^)
Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (an EXO version w/ Sehun will be posted after!)
As soon as your boyfriend Jimin told you how stressed out he was, you went straight to his office. He was practically running the business on his own while Namjoon was away. You couldn’t even attempt to put yourself in his situation, you’d never been in a situation like his.
When you walked into the building, you were confronted by Jungkook. The two of you greeted each other with smiles before you went to walk passed him. He grabbed your arm and you looked at him.
Summary: You snapped at Bucky and he misunderstood.
A/N: Inspired by real-life events that happened to my parents on my dad’s birthday. Also, this is a result of me being put under pressure, I completely ignore what I’m supposed to do and did this instead.
As a very serious adult, with a respectable career and life, and a healthy ability to let petty shit slide, I spent much too much time last week arguing with strangers on the internet who believe in the myth of the Dark Ages.
The arguments in question focused on a massively inaccurate meme, which some observers of the group pointed out was originally supposed to be about knowledge loss after the burning of the Library of Alexandria, but which some very cool EDGE LORD had changed to be about ‘The Christian Dark Ages’. Please feast your eyes on it in all it’s massive wrongness:
This is, pretty obviously, a bunch of honkey bullshit and also massively incorrect, as many important scholars have noted. As a result, I spent hours of my life – which I will never get back - pointing out repeatedly that the ‘graph’ in question has nothing to do with reality, and arguing with non-experts about the medieval period.
For the most part – these people were well-meaning. Many pointed out that this was a very Euro-centric world view, and that Asia, Africa, and the Arab world were all making huge advancements in scientific and medical theory at this time. That is absolutely true. White people have never been the entire world. The Chinese had a massively advanced scientific culture by this time, for example, and had been holding it down with hermetically sealed research laboratories since the third century BCE. The Arab world, meanwhile was compiling treatises on eye surgery. Scientific advancement was something that was happening in this period. Europe is not the centre of the world.
Having said that, while it is important to acknowledge that the-rest-of-the-world was making huge strides in scientific advancement during this time, and that Europe and white people are not the entire world, nor responsible for all of human advancement, there was no such thing as the Dark Ages in Europe either.
While everything about the idea of the Dark Ages is incorrect, lets start off with the way the term was meant to be used. The totally ignorant graph above, unsurprisingly, is completely fucking off. Hilariously, the idea of the ‘Dark Ages’ actually originated in the medieval period itself. Petrarch – the poet laureate of fourteenth-century Rome - was actually the originator of the idea that there was a period of stagnation that Europe was moving out of. Petrarch had a political axe to grind. He considered that any point at which Rome – where he lived and worked and had considerable sway – did not completely dominate the world was a BAD TIME. This is not an unbiased assessment of world history.
The actual phrase ‘Dark Ages’ itself derives from the Latin saeculum obscurum, which Caesar Baronius – a cardinal and Church historian - came up with around 1602. He applied the term exclusively to the tenth and eleventh centuries. However, and very significantly in his use of the term, Baronius was not decrying a state of scientific malaise, or a particularly turbulent political period – he’s talking about a lack of sources surviving from that time. Indeed, Baronius sees the cut off point for the dark ages to be the Gregorian reforms of 1046, following which we see a massive increase in surviving documentation. Witness an actual useful chart:
When we move into a period where there are more texts to be considered, Baronius argues, Europe moved out of the period of darkness and into a ‘new age’.*
Now this is some real talk. As you can tell from that graph, during the Carolingian Renaissance of the ninth century, we see a flurry of Latin writers emerge, and a lot of text copying. This drops off again until what we term the Twelfth-Century Renaissance – home to this blog’s favourite philosopher/proto-Kanye – Abelard. (Shout out to my boy.) However, when people use the term ‘Dark Ages’ now, they usually use it to talk about the entire millennium of the Medieval period, and they aren’t talking about source survival. They aren’t thinking ‘dark’ as in ‘occluded’, they are thinking ‘dark’ as in pejorative.
We can thank the Enlightenment historiography for the expansion of the idea that the medieval period was a bad dark time. Kant and Voltaire in particular liked to see themselves as a part of an ‘Age of Reason’ as opposed to what they saw as the ‘Age of Faith’ of the medieval period. To their way of thinking, any time that the Church was in power was a time of regressive thinking. The Middle Ages, then, was a dark time because it was so dominated by religion.
The first push back against the term dark ages began with the Romantics. After the, um, unpleasantness of the Reign of Terror, and the major cultural and environmental upheavals of the Industrial Revolution it became fashionable to look at the medieval period as a time of spiritual focus, and environmental purity. Obviously this is a super-biased way of looking at the period – just like it was biased for Enlightenment thinkers to take one look at the primacy of the Church and declare an entire millennium to be bad. I mean, really what the Romantics were doing was just casting shade on the Enlightenment historiography because they felt like it inevitably led to the guillotine. But what can you do?
By the twentieth century historians had moved on from the idea pretty much completely. If you take the time to actually, you know, study the medieval period, it becomes very apparent very quickly that there was a tremendous amount of intensive thought happening. This is the era of Thomas Aquinas – a bad ass philosopher who will think you under the fucking table. Of Hildegard of Bingen – who basically founded scientific natural history in the German speaking lands. Hell, like we talked about last week Rogerius and Giles of Corbeil were throwing it down for major medical advancement. There was a lot going on. On the real, without the contributions of medieval thinkers you would not get Galileo, Newton, or the Scientific Revolution. The medieval period was not a period of stagnation, it was a time of progress.
But it’s not just that the idea of a ‘Dark Ages’ makes no sense when you look at what incredible advancement was happening at the time, it also makes no sense because it implies that stuff was going really well under the Romans. We estimate that somewhere between thirty to forty percent of the population of Italian Rome were slaves. The Romans had total bans on human dissection, meaning that there was no real way for medicine to progress any further than it had by the time of collapse – a problem that medieval people didn’t have. I mean even if you just want to make it about religion - the Roman Empire was Christian at the time of its collapse and had its heads of state worshipped as LITERAL GODS during the pagan era. Somehow every edgy motherfucker with a fedora is totally cool with this and thinks it is super reasonable though. Because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. The Romans were not a bunch of really awesome people living a life of idealised rationality any more than medieval people were all ignorant savages living in fear of God.
Is there a time that historians use the term ‘Dark Ages’? Yeah, we do use it to talk about source survival rates. It’s not a term we use as a value judgment, however. We just mean that we don’t have a lot of evidence to go off of. By the same token – if we somehow move on to another electronic format without converting the way things are stored now, we could be moving into a theoretical Digital Dark Age, where historians in the future won’t be able to study what we are writing now. (And that would be a tragedy, because legit, I would kill to be a historian working on Donald Trump’s tweets in the year 2717.)
We’re now moving away from using the term Dark Ages at all, however, because of the frequency with which it is misinterpreted. I mean, if every basic motherfucker out there who never bothered to read God’s Philosophers (hat tip to James Hamman – this book is amazing) will insist on willfully misinterpreting us, we just ain’t gonna give them the ammo.
What it comes down to is that the medieval period was as vibrant as any other period of history. If you’re going to player hate, go ahead, but please don’t act like you know anything about either medieval or ancient history when you do. There is no period of rational supermen followed by ignorant monsters. There are just people doing their best in the circumstances.
* Caesar Baronius, Annales Ecclesiastici Vol. X. (Rome, 1602), p. 647. “Novum incohatur saeculum quod, sua asperitate ac boni sterilitate ferreum, malique exudantis deformitate plumbeum, atque inopia scriptorum, appellari consuevit obscurum.”
❝ i play to win. ❞ ❝ this is my curse. ❞ ❝ wait for me! ❞
❝ your mother would’ve been proud of you. ❞
❝ let us hope for a different outcome. ❞
❝ sorry it’s such a mess in here. i-i wasn’t expecting company. ❞
❝ this is going to make you feel better. ❞
❝ the true enemy of humanity is disorder. ❞ ❝ a steady blade balances the soul. ❞ ❝ this is just like old times. ❞ ❝ even here i feel an outcast. ❞
❝ think you can do my job, do you… ❞
❝ all eyes on me! ❞
❝ ooh, this is my jam. ❞
❝ got your aim from your mom, i see. ❞
❝ i’ll feast on your soul. ❞ ❝ cheers, love! the cavalry’s here! ❞ ❝ our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ ❝ we could’ve built an empire together. ❞ ❝ ah. just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ ❝ this time, stay down. ❞
❝ can i get your autograph? ❞
❝ why are you so angry? ❞
❝ ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞ ❝ i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ ❝ over my dead body. ❞
❝ i’m on top of the world! ❞
❝ i’m patched up. ❞
❝ kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞
❝ what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me? ❞ ❝ aren’t you warm wearing all that? ❞
❝ can’t stop, won’t stop. ❞
❝ i’ll race ya! ❞
❝ mock death at your own peril. ❞ ❝ this time, i will finish the job. ❞
❝ death is an illusion. ❞
❝ look at this team! we’re gonna do great. ❞
❝ i am beyond redemption. ❞
❝ it looks like we will be working together. ❞ ❝ you’ve rescued me again. ❞
❝ i will not be defeated so easily. ❞
❝ treasure? s-sure, i don’t know anything you’re talking about. ❞
❝ so this is what has become of you? a pity.❞
❝ you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ ❝ i miss him greatly. ❞ ❝ there is nowhere to hide. ❞ ❝ whatcha’ lookin’ at? ❞
❝ woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞
❝ that was your dream, not mine. ❞ ❝ what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ ❝ hehe, there’s something on your dress.. ❞
❝ you have been judged! ❞
❝ i have the upper hand this time. ❞
❝ traitor! ❞
❝ you will never amount to anything! ❞
❝ i’ve got my eye on you. ❞
❝ lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞
❝ the heart of a man still beats inside of me. ❞
❝ stay out of trouble. ❞
❝ step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. ❞
❝ one shot, one kill. ❞
❝ don’t think i’m happy about that. ❞
❝ now this place? makes me wanna be an atheist. ❞
❝ our world is worth fighting for. ❞
❝ you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret? ❞
❝ ooooh, shiny! ❞
❝ oh, did that sting? ❞
❝ heroes never die. ❞
❝ where does it hurt? ❞
❝ you’re just a no-good bully. ❞
❝ i’m a one-man apocalypse. ❞
❝ you should look somewhere else. ❞
❝ you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞
❝ i learned that from my brother. ❞
❝ i hope nobody saw that. ❞
❝ on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞
❝ i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always. ❞
❝ this was once my home. no longer. ❞
❝ sorry! sorry, i’m sorry. sorry. ❞
❝ i remember being here. it was good for my tan. ❞
❝ wish i’d practice my japanese more, konichiwa! ❞
❝ you need a time out. ❞
❝ you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞
❝ guess we know who’s really on top, don’t we? ❞
❝ with every death, comes honor. with honor, redemption. ❞
❝ a punishment for your crimes. ❞
❝ i will be on my best behaviour. ❞
❝ you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞
❝ people should be free. ❞
❝ you were never my equal. ❞
❝ death walks among you. ❞ ❝ last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion. ❞ ❝ you can’t be serious. ❞ ❝ they’re back. ❞ ❝ armor? how positively primitive. ❞ ❝ now this is my kinda city, everyone’s free to live as they choose. ❞
❝ you need a time out. ❞ ❝ die! die! die! ❞ ❝ to think i would have to work with a street ruffian. ❞ ❝ death comes. ❞ ❝ one of these days someone is gonna to put an end to you. ❞
❝ that which doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.. ❞
❝ well. you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya? ❞
❝ aren’t you supposed to be dead? ❞
❝ i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞
❝ sleep. ❞
❝ never liked you much. ❞
❝ never leave a teammate behind. ❞
❝ together we are strong. ❞
❝ you won’t get rid of me that easily. ❞
❝ i don’t even think children are afraid of you. ❞
❝ i taught you everything you know. ❞
❝ it’s hard to just sit around knowing there’s someone out there that needs to be blown up. ❞
❝ i’ll put an end to your sad story. ❞
❝ you havin’ trouble keeping up? ❞
❝ i have destroyed more of your kind than i can count. ❞
❝ it’s a perfect day for some mayhem. ❞
❝ we’re all soldiers now. ❞
❝ give me your best shot. ❞
❝ you knew exactly what were you doing. ❞ ❝ knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up. ❞ ❝ you always did have a high opinion of yourself. ❞
❝ i’m not a young man anymore. ❞
❝ still trying to play hero? ❞
❝ i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞
❝ this is no place for children. ❞
❝ the world could always use more heroes. ❞
❝ looked in a mirror lately? ❞
❝ Me one, bad guys zero. ❞
❝ i’m gonna have to shoot you down. ❞
❝ this old dog has learned a few tricks. ❞ ❝ another one off the list. ❞
❝ i love your glasses, so cute! ❞
❝ if at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞
❝ that’s for my family back home! ❞
❝ i’ve got you in my sights. ❞
❝ i’m the one who does his job. i’m thinking… you’re the other one. ❞
❝ you weren’t given those guns to toss them away like trash. ❞
❝ i will protect the innocent. ❞
Can you please make a blurb about Harry giving you clit slaps, and spankings with his rings on? thank you xx
I actually held my chest when I read this.. I’ve meant to write about this for so long.
Harry’s head would be between your legs, his face nuzzled against your wet core as his lips would be wrapped around your clit, suckling it, making these filthy slurping noises because that’s how wet you are for him. Your hands in his hair would tug at his scalp, run through his curls, making them even more messy than they were before.
You try and hold him down with your weak hands, as he feasts on you, looking up to you as your back arches and a shaky moan mixed with a cry leaves your lips.
“My baby tastes so fuckin’ good.” Harry mumbles with his eyes closed, moaning against you when you pull a little bit too hard on his hair, because he loves that little bit of pain.
“Oh my fucking shit.” you curse under your breath when he starts flicking his tongue quickly, your toes curl against the bed, and your eyes flutter as your mouth falls agape, but no sounds leave your lips, you just cry out quietly.
Harry pulls himself off of you, licking his raspberry lips, and wiping the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. Your hand grips the bed sheets, and your chest rises up and down heavily. You look down at Harry with need and confusion in your eyes, thinking why did he stop.
“So yeh think yeh can just curse from yeh pretty lips, but nothing else fo’ me? No moans? Am I not good enough fo’ yeh?” He asks biting his bottom lip between his teeth and gives a good slap on your sensitive and swollen clit, making your whole body jolt, and you squeal.
“Turn around.” he says sternly, moving himself on his knees, giving you space to roll your body around. It’s hard for you to move, your whole body feels like jello and you eyelids start to feel heavy, the tension in your tummy still burning. You’re not moving fast enough for his liking, so he takes you by your waist, and moves you on your front, and settles himself on the back of your thighs.
“Look at tha’..” he says mesmerized as he takes a firm grip of your ass and massages it, his fingertips feeling soft against your skin. Then out of nowhere, he gives you a hard slap, making your ass jiggle and him chuckle as you squeal and whimper under him.
“Wha’ was tha’?” he teases you, smacking you again, the coldness of his rings making you burn, the red marks already appearing on your skin. You moan and Harry’s grin turns into a smug, knowing he gets what he wants.
I am the girl who wears rose-colored glasses. Child-hearted, with birds inhabiting my ribcage and the porcelain rungs of my spine. Flowers grow out of my eye sockets and mouth. I breathe out lavender, I breathe out poppies, I breathe out violets. At night, I put my rose-colored glasses on the nightstand. I feel like an empty milk carton, remains curdled. I talk to the moon, I talk to the butter yellow ceiling, I talk to the sway-swaying trees that cast shadows on the walls that look like long, spindly arms that want to snatch me away. I can feel my heart, vibrating and shaking and alive. I grit my teeth. My heart feels like a wide open mouth, feasting on youth that tastes like bubblegum and spit. And in the morning, I put on my rose-colored glasses and I am a lamb, a saint, a good witch.
I was unsure whether to call this a follow forever or a fic rec post, since it is somewhat a combination of both? Shit, I don’t know. But I reached the 3,000 follower milestone today and honestly, I cannot thank all of my readers enough. I know I always say that I write for myself, because I do – but every single one of you helps me to push on and pursue my writing dreams with your wonderful comments, likes and reblogs. There is no feeling greater than seeing your personal opinions on my pieces, no matter if it is a detailed review, or if it is incoherent, caps lock screaming.
Thank you for supporting me, whether you have been here from the very beginning of my persona journey, or if you have only just discovered me now. I think, throughout all of my blogs, I have never created a follow forever so I believe now is about time that I show some appreciation back to the writing community of the BTS fandom. They never cease to amaze me, and I am absolutely positive they will floor the rest of you whom may have not happened upon some of these incredible writers just yet.
As a writer, your greatest source of inspiration, support and encouragement can not only come from your readers, but your fellow writers. Thus, this post is dedicated to my favourite writers who have always, without a doubt, left my hands overflowing with infinite inspiration and have left me awestruck, laughing from the pit of my belly, and even in tears at times over their phenomenal works. Feast your eyes!
“One year ago today I was wandering in open fields, unaware of how my life would nearly be cut short and then change forever. One year ago today the temperature was mild and I was making my way around familiar territory when suddenly a snow storm moved in faster than I was prepared for. The snow fell so hard and so fast. I was just a little guy. No more than a couple months old. I did the only thing I knew to do, head to shelter. But the storm was too strong. The snow was falling too fast. It was dark and I had lost my way. I pushed until I could push no more and eventually the snow covered my curled up little body and the freezing cold temperatures began to take me. I slipped slowly into unconsciousness. My body immovable. My eyes jet black. My fur frozen stiff. This was the end. It came so suddenly, so unexpectedly, so cold. The sun came up the next morning but I did not feel its warmth, nor could I gaze into its hope giving light. My eyes were frozen wide open, face down in the snow, and I was no longer breathing.
What happened next is mostly a blur, but like an out-of-body experience I recall two warm hands sheathed in wool gloves scooping me up and turning me over. My body fell limp. I could not hold up my own head, I could not see a thing, and I had stopped breathing some time ago. A crowd gathered around as I was put next to a fireplace and rubbed repeatedly. Still, I had been frozen for much of the night and the mere hope of a Thanksgiving Day miracle was simply not enough to breathe life into my lifeless frame.
But that did not stop the family who stumbled on my snow covered body. They continued working with me, turning, rubbing, warming until I felt something. I felt the slightest breath of air enter my lungs and my mouth opened just enough to signal the man holding me to keep going! Do not give up, there is life still in me! He did not give up. He did not throw in the towel. He kept going strong for more than an hour before I finally opened my eyes and beheld the loving human who had given his all so that I could have a second chance at life.
Thanksgiving will always be special to me. More than a holiday. More than a feast. It will be the day I was reborn, given another life, and shown love and kindness like I had never seen before. A love and kindness that is much needed and much desired in the world. On Thanksgiving I will forever be thankful for those who took me in, who gave me shelter, who gave me warmth, who gave me of their food and of their hearts.
Thank you to all who have supported me along my journey and join me as I live a full, healthy, happy, and blessed life! This is only the beginning and I have so much more life to live.
Today I am thankful. Happy Holidays from your furry friend Laz, the formerly Frozen Kitten.”