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Seeing how so many people stuff their hamster in small cages is so depressing :( 

These type of hamsters are never to be kept in pairs EVER:

Russian Dwarfhamster

Syrian hamster or better known as goldhamster.

Chinese Hamster:

These can be kept with 2 at a time, of the same gender !!! And only if they have known each other for a while:

Roborovski or Robo. AKA fast motherfuckers.

These can be kept with +- 5 IF THEY ARE FROM A PURE BREED:


DO NOT EVER GIVE YOU HAMSTER THESE !!! EVER !!!! If you want bedding for your hamster give them toilet paper.


These are NOT good cages !!!:

A syrian (gold) hamster needs a cage that is at least 80 centimeters long and 50 cm width. Their running wheel must be 30 centimeters in diameter.

A dwarf hamster (russian and roborovski) need at least 50 centimeters long and 30 centimeters width cage. 

Please, you have no idea how many hamsters are suffering in horrible cages. Also, nice cages make the hamster happy and you will be able to tame them so much easier. 

Here are a few examples of good cages for syrian hamster:

The Ferplast Mary. A favorite among hamster owners.

The Alaska cage. Cheap and perfect.

Hamster Heaven 80. Cute as hell. And the 30 cm wheel fits perfectly.


The good old Duna:

The Duna Fun:

An old terarrium:

Also, hamsters LOVE sand baths. And they are pretty funny rolling around in the sand. + makes the fur look fabulous.

Pet headcanons for Lazytown!

- Sportacus has a super active cat that he walks every day and plays fetch with (the cat shown is a japanese bobtail, which are known for being active and dog-like, willing to play fetch and even swim! i figured this breed would be very popular among elves because they can keep up) her name is Epli, which is icelandic for apple!

- Robbie has a really lazy dog that just likes to chill out and take naps, ft “i swear to god he actually watches tv with me” (my personal hc is that Robbie got lonely after sugarpie and goes down to the shelter and falls in love with this pitbull rescue. at first he is worried that the dog will need a lot of walking, but he quickly discovers hes just as lazy as he is!) the staff at the shelter had been calling the dog Cupcake, and Robbie thinks it fits him perfectly!

- Stephanie totally has like, the cutest rat to walk the earth. she loves to play with her and sometimes she tells her about her day. her name is Daisy!

- Ziggy has a hamster that is very sweet and loves to play on her wheel and run around in her ball! one time Ziggy let her out and she got lost but she came back! (this is heavily based on the hamster my brother had, the only nice hamster ive ever met) her name is Lolli!

- Trixie has a rose hair tarantula that she loves to play pranks with. Trixie always makes sure he is safe though, she loves her many-legged friend! his name is Mud!

- Pixel has a ball python that he likes to have sit on his shoulder while he plays video games, but sometimes he goes on adventures behind his computer (i know from personal experience that it is very hard to get a ball python out of a tangle of wires if it doesnt want to leave, and so do Pixel’s dads) his name is Byte!

- Stingy has a guinea pig that he is very protective of, especially after Trixie told him Mud would eat her! it is very important to him that she has a clean place to live so she has a litter box that he changes every day! her name is Goldie, but sometimes he calls her Piggy!

- Bessie has a russian blue/persian mix (it looks like her hair lol) she loves to sit in her lap and lounge around. she is also a very picky eater and is fed ridiculously expensive cat food. her name is Tootsie! 

- Milford has a bichon frise (hes always struck me as the kind of man who would get one of those puffy little dogs) hes relatively laid back but sometimes Tootsie (who is bigger, but not by much) bullies him! his name is Marshmallow!

 Martin Bryant Facts

✖ Born on May 7, 1967 at the Queen Alexandra Hospital in Hobart Australia.

✖ As a child he rejected cuddles, physical affection and often broke his toys as a result of frustration as he struggled to stay entertained. He would also escape and go missing from the family home regularly. 

✖ By the age of 3 it was clear something was amiss as his speech developed slowly and his fine motor skills were impaired.

✖ He was rejected in primary school and high school as he was considered odd. One former classmate recalled “He used to walk around with his face all squinted up, as if the sun was too bright.” He aggravated other children with his ‘silly games’ as he would creep up and scare them as an attempt to make friends. 

✖ He was nasty and abused his sisters friends whenever they called or visited. He was envious of his sisters normalcy. 

✖ His father Maurice gave him an air rifle for his 14th birthday. He hid along the creek bed next to the house and fired at passing traffic or wildly into the bay at night. One time he shot a parrot out of a tree and walked up to the dead bird and fired several more bullets into its head.

✖ He dropped out of school a day before his 16th birthday.

✖ In 1984 he was taken to a clinical psychiatrist. It was clear to the psychiatrist immediately that he had a problem as he was not able to concentrate on what he was saying and interrupted him to talk about the age of the house and the fireplace in the room. 

✖ He was told that he would never be employed as he would upset and annoy people to the extent he would always be in trouble. He was put on a disability pension. 

✖ The psychiatrists notes read: “Cannot read or write. Does a bit of gardening and watches TV. Only his parents’ efforts that prevent further deterioration. Could be schizophrenic and parents face a bleak future with him… Father protects him from any occasion which might upset him as he continually threatens violence… Martin tells me he would like to go around shooting people… It would be unsafe to allow Martin out of his parents’ control.”

✖ He had an IQ lower than 98% of the population and his emotional and intellectual capacity was compared to that of a 5 year old. 

✖ In 1987, Martin met his first and only friend, a 54 year old heiress Helen Harvey. They instantly clicked when he was wondering the streets and offered to mow her overgrown lawn. 

✖ Martin and Helen lived together in a house full of animals. Neighbours avoided him as he was erratic and wondered the streets at night shooting his air rifle. 

✖ He never went for his drivers license as he feared failure.

✖ At 25 he had no self-control and with a child-like impulse he would reach across as Helen drove and wrench the steering wheel. Twice she had run off the road whilst fending him off. 

✖ One day in 1992 Helen was killed in a car accident with Martin in the car. According to Martin, she was distracted by the dogs in the back seat and she crossed the double white lines on the road and straight into the path of an oncoming Ford Sedan. Martin was barely alive with two fractured vertebrae. 

✖ Helen left Martin with half a million dollars and two properties. Martin’s father Maurice had to manage the fortune as he feared Martin would fritter it away. 

✖ Not long after the death of Martin’s only friend, his father committed suicide. Martin no longer had his best friend and his father’s restraining influence. He was now rudderless, floating without a goal. He was left with mounting frustrations, his angers, his resentment of rejection and social misunderstanding. 

✖ He would appear as a regular at a suburban café in a grey linen suit and lizard skin shoes or an electric blue suit with flared trousers and a ruffled shirt. He was compared to a labrador puppy. He was like a child trying to impress everyone. Everyone laughed at him. 

✖ From 1993-1995 he travelled frequently. His favourite part about the trips was the long plane journeys so that he could speak to the people seated next to him as they were restrained in their seats and had no choice but to listen. 

Need a Ride?

You let out a frustrated sigh and kicked the front wheel of your car, running your hand through your hair. This couldn’t be happening to you. Your car wasn’t starting up, and you couldn’t figure out why. “We’re going to have to walk, aren’t we?” Your little brother groaned, as you slammed the hood back down. You lived quite a ways from school and the thought of walking really was horrifying. And wasn’t like you could call your mom either, because she worked to five. 

You looked over at your brother with a glare, not wanting to have to give up and face the facts just yet.”Shut up,” you told him in a voice much colder than you had intended. You were just so frustrated with your car right now,it wasn’t even funny. You gave the wheel another kick, as if that would make the car suddenly decide to start working for you again.Of course it didn’t work at all.

Rodrick made his way out of the school parking lot,Greg sitting in the seat next to him. He really wanted to get home so he didn’t have to deal with being in such close proximity of his annoying little brother, but of course the traffic was horrible He gave a sigh, leaning his head back and drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. Next to him Greg shifted in his seat, “Hey, look! It’s (y/b/n/)!”He tried getting the other boy’s attention, but he seemed to be preoccupied.

“Who?” Rodrick asked without bothering to look.

“(y/b/n), he’s in my grade, look!” With a sigh Rodrick sat up and looked out the window to see what his little brother was talking about. He really didn’t care,but the kid was annoying, and he wanted him to stop talking. The kid was so over excitable it was unreal. He had half a mind to tape his lips shut so he couldn’t talk.

 He moved forward in the line, glad that they were nearly out of the parking lot. Something caught his eye though, and he turned to his brother, his mouth hanging slightly open. “Whose she?” He asked, pointing to the girl next to his little friend. She was gorgeous. And she looked like she was around the same age as him, so how had he never noticed her before? 

 “Oh, that’s his sister, her name is (y/n),I think.” Rodrick nodded, still staring at the girl, unaware that he was now the one who was holding up the traffic. He really didn’t care though, if people were in such a hurry to leave they could drive around him. He shook his head, admiring the girl, (y/n). For once Greg had done something sort of right. He feared if he hadn’t been looking for his stupid friend h wouldn’t have seen (y/n).

He noticed that she seemed kind of distressed though, and judging by the way she was kicking her car’s tires, the automobile wasn’t working. He pulled over to the side, letting the people behind him pass, getting a few annoyed honks as people drove past. Rodrick turned to his brother, and chucked his thumb backward. “Get in the back.” He demanded.


“The back.Now!” While Greg scrambled into the back of the van, Rodrick rolled down the passenger side window, so he could talk to you. “Hey!” He said, getting your attention, he gave a little salute that had you chuckling. “You need a ride?” He might have looked calm on the outside, but on the inside he was  freaking out, hoping that you would agree to letting him give you a ride. Of course that was until Greg stuck his head out the window to wave to his friend. It was then that he feared his brother had messed everything up.

But how wrong he was. Upon seeing your brother knew the kid who seemed to come out of nowhere to wave to him, you nodded, agreeing to let him give you a ride home. Your brother climbed in first, making his way to the back, while you sat in the passenger seat. “Thanks a lot, my car’s a piece of crap,” you told Rodrick as he began to drive.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, waving your compliment away.”I’m gonna bring reg home first though, if you don’t mind, or else my mom will freak out.”

“It’s fine,my mom’s the same way,” you laughed. You spent the whole ride talking to each other, him stealing glances at you and you at him, because admittedly you thought he was hot, and the more you talked the more you saw that he was pretty cool as well. When Rodrick finally pulled up to his house, your brother pleaded with you to let him stay over for supper.”I guess, as long as his parents don’t care or anything.” You told him.

And of course Greg’ parents didn’t care,and you were kind of glad, because that meant you go to spend some more time with Rodrick. He brought you to his room, while his parents talked to Greg and your brother, so the two of you could hang out. It was a pretty cool room,with disco balls and other cool things like that. It was sort of messy though, and he hastily tried to pick it up some, making the bed so you could sit on it, and pushing his dirty clothes into a pile.

Before you knew it the two of you were getting called down to supper. It didn’t seem like it been very long, but you had been talking with Rodrick for a good few hours. Supper was kind of hectic, with his slightly odd, but still nice parent and Rodrick making faces at his brother. And Manny. Hectic, but still somehow fun. Supper too seemed to go by too fast, and soon you were getting into Rodrick’s van again and telling your mom you would home soon.

At your house you let your brother out of the van, before turning back to Rodrick. “Thanks again, I had a good time,” you told him with a smile.

“Yeah, me too. Can I, uhh, can I get your number?”

A smile lit across your face at his question, and you were quick to give him your number. You really did like Rodrick. You didn’t even really want to inside your house, but you knew you had to eventually. “I’ll um, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said. 

Rodrick smiled, nodding, “I’l see you tomorrow.” He watched as you retreated up the steps to your house. Gosh, you were amazing.


Oh look another one. Also, I’ve decided when Batman isn’t in his suit I will call him Bruce. It’s weird to use ‘Batman’ in the narration when he isn’t dressed like Batman. I don’t really like him having two names like that, but whatever. I’m just impossible to please I guess. lol



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imagine your otp hogwarts edition pt. 2
  • i’m in the hospital wing because of a potions injury, and i’m just trying to strike up conversation, and i don’t think you really meant to tell me you’re here because you tried the engorgio charm on your dick, and i certainly don’t mean to be laughing this hard, and yet, here we are
  • i’m a quidditch player, and you’re the announcer, and i am trying really hard not to notice that your comments about me are becoming less and less about how i’m playing, and more and more about how i look in my quidditch uniform
  • i forgot to finish my history of magic homework, so i took a puking pastille to get out of it, but you are actually worried about me, and insist on escorting me to the hospital wing, and omg, after class you brought me soup from the great hall, i cannot ever tell you that i was faking it
  • i’m muggle born, and your pureblood and know nothing about muggle culture, and i’m so sorry, but i get just such a delight out of telling you elaborate lies, like, yes, electricity really is run by small rodents that power whole cities by running on wheels underground, don’t listen to what they said in muggle studies class, trust me
  • you just received a howler from your parents, and you look so embarrassed, and i can’t handle it, so fuck it, i’ll just moon the whole great hall, that’ll get the attention off of you
  • we’re in between classes, and we both hear a fourth year calling a first year a mudblood, and neither of us are having any of that prejudiced bullshit. unfortunately, my impulse was to hex them, and yours was to punch them in the face, and my jelly-legs curse hit you instead, i’m really sorry, and we both are probably getting detention now, but hey, plus side, you’re kind of cute
  • you’re muggle born, and you insist on wearing your muggle clothes on the weekends, and i just cannot get over the way you look in those jeans, like, god help me
  • i invited you on a date on our next visit to hogsmeade, too bad i can’t seem to do anYTHING RIGHT. SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO SPILL HOT BUTTERBEER ALL OVER YOUR LAP, I PROMISE I’M JUST NERVOUS
  • you are already dating someone else, and during our love potion unit, you get asked to explain what you smell, and of course you’re gonna be smelling things that describe your partner right? uhm, but then why are you explicitly describing me…?
  • we stumble into the mirror of erised together. we look into it. neither of us know it’s anything special. we just see our reflections

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Deanmon’s Little Monster (Part 1)

Originally posted by pretty-awesome-dude

Originally posted by fatalitum

A/N: Hey guys! I told you I would make something if I got a good response to “Dean’s New Nickname” and I decided to make a series! I really hope you guys like it and let me know what you think! Give me a follow, like/reblog if you love the first chapter so far!

Warnings: None really. 

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