an actual conversation i overheard on the train
- person 1: i'm not against gay marriage but i feel sorry for people with 2 dads
- person 2: what? why?
- person 1: they have to put up with twice the dad jokes
- person 2: omfg
did u kno DEVIANT ART HAS A FUCKING BUTTON THAT DOES ALL THE SOURCING WORK FOR YOU
CLICK THE TUMBLR BUTTON (or whatever site you wish to post it to) AND LOOKIE HERE ASSHOLES
LOOK ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS PICK WHICH BLOG YOU WANT IT TO GO ON AND CLICK PUBLISH POST YOU CAN EVEN QUE IT IF YOU GO ON ADVANCED POST
SO IF YOU COMPLAIN THAT SOURCING IS TOO MUCH FUCKING WORK LOOK HERE DEVIANT ART HAS A BUTTON FOR IT YOU LAZY FUCK
WAS THAT SO FUCKING HARD
You know I really don’t get it. These kids work so hard, and instead of praise they are left with the last few scraps of a holiday dinner.
I’ve seen them out there at 5 in the morning and 10 at night. I’ve seen them on Halloween and Memorial Day. I’ve seen them running laps around the school because some sports team took the stadium from them when it was rightfully theirs, but instead of bitching about it they said “it’s time to get stronger”.
I’ve heard them talk about themselves. They really think they’re nothing special. They have heard what we all have to say about how easy what they do is. They use to shout in protest but soon realized we had already turned around to cheer on the ball game.
They speak in this secret language of fermatas and thirty second notes and dot books and subsets, but we seem to have translated the word crescendo into ‘worthless’.
I hear the football team talk about them. ‘I can’t believe the school gives them all that money, I mean they just come to play at our games!’ and I want to scream at the top of my very lungs that they do so much more than ride a bus and perform at half-time. I wanted to smash some sense into their heads. I want for just one second for everyone to see the stigma they had created.
But I wouldn’t. Who would listen? Who would stop to hear that every summer they wake up at 4 am and work until 11 pm to perfect 12 minutes? Who would stop to care that 100 kids struggle to wear their uniforms every year because they are falling apart at the seams, but the soccer team buys new ones every year?
Why is it that when 100 kids run across a field they earn respect, but when 100 kids run across a field with metal in their hands they earn malice and laughter?
Look at them. Look how amazing they are. Look how hard they work with what little they are given. Look at how they still take pride in the broken puzzle of a program the school board dishes out to them every year.
For God’s sake, just look at them.
Why Declawing is a Bad Idea (An 1-minute guide)
This is very important
My family adopted a cat whose previous owner declawed her. She had nowhere else to go and couldn’t stay in a shelter room with any other cats since she was continuously bullied without defense. We ended up taking her since we own an extremely docile cat, and she’s now living a happy life. But declawing is never a good idea.
seriously it is literally mutilating your pet it is monstrous i will lose all respect for you if you do this to your cat
God, this is so important. I got my cat when I was younger and my mom declawed him without asking me. Since then he’s had complications with infections in the poorly healed surgical wounds multiple times and he’s frequently in pain. He limps almost all the time and rarely ever jumps down from anything higher than waist hight because of how much the impact of landing on his front paws hurts. For the love of god, do not put your cat through this.
If you value a piece of furniture more than your cat’s quality of life and/or are too ignorant to respect their space so you don’t get scratched, for fucks sake don’t get a cat.
And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.
The blogger is a shy, docile creature…
… that prefers the darkness…
… and tends to be wary of the outside world.
The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.
We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…
… but to no avail.
I am so glad this is back