wusses

Let’s talk about my cat missing

So my sweet little Wendy had been missing for 24 hours.  She is such a wuss and the thought of her being out in the wild terrified me.  Our home had some work getting done so doors were open andddd a slot in the floor was open.  Our house sits on a foundation and initially I thought that was where she was.  After my dad looked under the house we ruled it out.  Signs up, many walks and car rides, a lot of searching and not much sleep happened in those 24 hours.  I was sitting in the living room and heard a meow.  I jumped up and ran outside.  Got my dad and said I need to get under the house. Under the house i had about a foot of crawl space, covered in spider webs.  I grabbed a flashlight and went in.  After crawling to the completely opposite side of the house I saw her eyes.  I crawled so fast over to her.  Cried under the house, and she came right to me.  I grabbed her and continued to crawl back to the place I came in from.  Bruises on my knees and elbows but my cat is laying on my lap happy as can be.  

This cat saved my life once, and I might have just saved hers.  It’s a special bond and I’m so happy I didn’t have to be without her for long. 

Robin- who crawled through a narrow passage under a house, full of spider webs, and came out clean on the other side. And with a cat.

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Elite gymnastics is like Navy SEALs, only harder. There are like, 2000 Navy SEALs, but there are only like, 200 elite gymnasts. I guess that’s because most kids would rather have a life than spend six hours a day training tricks that could kill you. Look, don’t be fooled by the leotards, people. The things gymnasts do make Navy SEALs look like wusses. And we do them without a gun!

It's that time of year...

Where the rain starts and so do all the temporary short term relationships people feel obligated to be in because they’re too scared to be alone during the cold season.

A little reminder about Ponyboy Curtis:

I’ve been thinking about this for a while and just wanted to share.

Everyone in the fandom portrays pony as some shy, meek spirited wuss who is scared to stick up for himself or ask a girl out.

Let me just re-jog your memory of the time pony went out to get lunch with Steve and Two-bit, take a look at this quick excerpt from towards the end of the book.

// I was sitting on the fender of Steve’s car, smoking and drinking a Pepsi while he and Two-Bit were inside talking to some girls, when a car drove up and three Socs got out. I just sat there and looked at them and took another swallow of the Pepsi. I wasn’t scared. It was the oddest feeling in the world. I didn’t feel anything— scared, mad, or anything. Just zero.
“You’re the guy that killed Bob Sheldon,” one of them said. “And he was a friend of ours. We don’t like nobody killing our friends, especially greasers.”
Big deal. I busted the end off my bottle and held on to the neck and tossed away my cigarette “You get back into your car or you’ll get split.”
They looked kind of surprised, and one of them backed up.
“I mean it” I hopped off the car. “I’ve had about all I can take from you guys.” I started toward them, holding the bottle the way Tim Shepard holds a switch— out and away from myself, in a loose but firm hold. I guess they knew I meant business, because they got into their car and drove off.
“You really would have used that bottle, wouldn’t you?” Two-Bit had been watching from the store doorway. “Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn’t need to. You’d have really cut them up, huh?”
“I guess so,” I said with a sigh. I didn’t see what Two-Bit was sweating about— anyone else could have done the same thing and Two-Bit wouldn’t have thought about it twice.
“Ponyboy, listen, don’t get tough. You’re not like the rest of us and don’t try to be…”
What was the matter with Two-Bit? I knew as well as he did that if you got tough you didn’t get hurt. Get smart and nothing can touch you…
“What in the world are you doing?” Two-Bit’s voice broke into my thoughts.
I looked up at him. “Picking up the glass.”//

Pony says himself he doesn’t feel anything. No sympathy, no fear, nothing. Cold and empty. He doesn’t hesitate in busting the end off his bottle to fight off the socs and threaten them. Even after the fact two-bit realizes that pony was being tough.

Pony quotes what Dally told him after the rumble on the way to the hospital the night Johnny died. “Get tough and you won’t get hurt.”

I’m not ignoring the fact Pony began to pick up the glass afterwards, he didn’t want anyone to get a flat tire.

Another example:

//…remembering Tim Shepard’s kid brother. Curly, who was a tough, cool, hard-as-nails Tim in miniature, and I had once played chicken by holding our cigarette ends against each other’s fingers. We had stood there, clenching our teeth and grimacing, with sweat pouring down our faces and the smell of burning flesh making us sick, each refusing to holler…//

Let me remind you this is before Johnny died and Pony decided to “be tough” like Dally.

Pony wasn’t some super shy, awkward kid around Cherry either, he talked to her just fine. Didn’t hesitate to go up and get popcorn with her the night at the movies either.

Also, the night of the rumble he knew he was sick but sucked it up, took some aspirin and went anyways. He didn’t just sit around and get beat up during the rumble either. In the beginning he found the next best to a soc his size and ended up helping dally out by jumping on a soc’s back.

Sure, pony doesn’t go out deliberately looking for fights, but he does stick up for himself when need be. He’s not some baby. Remember, he is still a greaser. A no-good hood; with manners.

soo my friend was telling me how over the weekend some guy roofied her drink at a hopkins party.. luckily her friends found her lying there and she was taken care of but

come on guys is that really necessary wtf i dont understand why people need to use that shit. i literally have never actually seen that happen, and i’ll never understand why it needs to happen wtf. if youre into a girl just grow a pair and talk to her but dont drug her what the fuck man