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happy birthday, reese <3
For @r33sespieces :)
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“Shh, no, you have to be quiet.”
Sirius pauses outside Harry’s room, cocking his head. Harry’s been holed up in there since shortly after dinner, but Sirius hadn’t thought too much of it. It’s been pissing down all afternoon, and Sirius figured both of them could use a lazy day. For his part, he took a luxurious nap earlier, and the newest book in a romance series he’s been following arrived by owl post this morning. He’s looking forward to curling up with it in front of the fire. If he’s lucky, maybe Harry will come downstairs with his chess set later and ask to play a game together.
There’s a whine from behind the closed door, and then a soft yip. Sirius blinks.
“Hazza,” he says, rapping his knuckles softly on the door, and he hears Harry curse. “Everything alright?”
“Fine!” Harry says quickly. “I’m just--”
He’s interrupted by a loud bark, and Sirius’s eyebrows fly up to his hairline.
“Can I come in?” he asks, and he hears Harry sigh.
“Yeah.”
Harry’s standing over by the bed, dripping wet and clutching a soaked brown-and-white puppy against his chest.
“Well, hello,” Sirius says as he steps into the room. “Who’s this?”
“Dunno,” Harry says, cuddling the puppy close and shrinking away when Sirius takes a step forward. Sirius freezes. “Found him out in the garden.”
“Poor thing,” Sirius says. It’s been miserable outside for two days now. “Can I take a look at him?”
“Why?” Harry asks, instantly suspicious.
“I just want to make sure he’s okay, that he doesn’t have any injuries or anything like that.” Sirius starts to pull out his wand, but Harry backs away, so he quickly pockets it. “Can we sit down?”
They sit on the circular rug in the middle of Harry’s bedroom, and Harry gently places the puppy in front of him. The puppy shivers, and then takes a few uncertain steps. He’s wobbly, but that seems to be due to how young he is, not any injuries. Sirius puts out his hand, and the puppy sniffs him. His tail wags.
“Aren’t you mad?” Harry asks softly, not meeting Sirius’s eyes.
“I’m not thrilled you snuck a puppy in here without talking to me first,” Sirius says. “But no, Harry, I’m not mad. If you’d told me you’d found him in the garden, I would’ve had you bring him inside, too. We can keep him warm and dry for a night, and then tomorrow we’ll take him to a shelter. Speaking of, can I dry him off? He’s shivering. You as well, kiddo.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Harry nods, and Sirius pulls out his wand. He performs a quick drying spell, and then a cleaning charm, and then casts a heating spell over both Harry and the puppy.
“I bet he’s hungry,” Sirius says. “Why don’t you bring him down to the kitchen, and we can feed him?”
Harry hesitates again, then gathers the puppy in his arms and goes down to the kitchen, Sirius following them. He doesn’t know what exactly is causing Harry’s reluctance, but he has a suspicion.
He cuts up some leftover chicken for Harry to feed the puppy, and then goes into Remus’s office to gather up the rope toys Moony likes to use, as well as the crate he sometimes curls up in to nap off the Wolfsbane during full moons. Harry eyes the crate warily when Sirius comes back into the kitchen.
“So he’ll have somewhere warm and safe to sleep tonight,” Sirius says. “I doubt he’s house-trained, and sorry mate, but I don’t fancy him pissing all over the house all night.”
Harry reluctantly nods. “Yeah, okay.”
The puppy eats and drinks his fill, and then Harry entices him to play with one of the rope toys. Sirius can’t help the smile that touches his lips as he watches them, the puppy having the time of his life and Harry giggling--giggling!--while they play.
The puppy eventually tires himself out and falls asleep curled up in Harry’s lap.
“There was a dog in the Dursleys’ garden once.” Harry’s not looking at him. He strokes one of the puppy’s ears with a gentle finger. “She was a stray. I brought her scraps from the table whenever Aunt Petunia sent me outside to do chores.”
Scraps that Harry had probably needed for himself, but he’d split them with a stray instead. His heart ached. “That was really kind of you, Hazza.”
“She was my first friend,” Harry says softly. “My only friend. She lived in the garden for most of the summer, until Dudley found out about her.”
“Oh, Harry.”
“He and his friends chased her off. Hit her with sticks and threw rocks at her. I never saw her again.”
“She probably found a home,” Sirius says. “She sounds friendly. I’m sure someone took her in.”
“Yeah,” Harry says. “I hope so.”
Sirius hears the Floo roar, and then Remus calls out a hello.
“In here, Remus,” he says.
Remus comes into the kitchen, and his eyes widen. “Well, you two were certainly busy today.”
“Harry found him in the garden,” Sirius says. “The weather’s shite. I don’t see a problem with letting him stay tonight, and then we’ll take him to a shelter tomorrow.”
“Sure, of course we will,” Remus says, sounding amused.
The puppy wakes himself up with a yawn, and then eyes Remus curiously. He gets out of Harry’s lap and trots over to the other man, sniffing him curiously. Remus holds very still--animals tend to have very strong reactions to him. Either they adore him, or they’re terrified of him.
The puppy is apparently in the former category, because his tail starts to wag and he lets out a series of happy yips. Remus crouches down to pet him.
“You’re a handsome fellow, aren’t you,” he says. “Yes, you are. And much better behaved than Padfoot.”
“You hear how he talks to me, Harry?”
Harry laughs, and Sirius wishes he could bottle the sound. It doesn’t happen enough.
Harry and the puppy are inseparable for the rest of the evening. Remus keeps throwing Sirius significant looks that he tries to ignore. They’re not getting a pet. Hedwig is enough. In the morning, they’ll take the puppy to the nearest shelter, and Sirius will personally make sure he goes to a good home.
When it comes time for bed, Harry lines the crate with plenty of blankets and sets the puppy inside. He closes the door and locks it, and the puppy immediately begins to whimper.
Harry chews on his bottom lip. “You’re sure he’s going to be alright in there?”
The puppy whines, and Harry looks distraught. Remus squeezes his shoulder.
“He’ll be fine. He’s got toys and water and soft blankets. He’ll probably make a mess, but that’s alright. That’s what magic is for. He’ll settle down as soon as we all leave him be.”
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The puppy cries for an hour after they all retire upstairs.
Sirius stares at the ceiling. He’s not going to give in and check on the puppy. He’s not.
“Don’t even think it, Sirius,” Remus murmurs from his side of the bed.
“I’m not,” Sirius says. “It’s just--do you think he’s cold?”
“We gave him blankets and cast a heating charm.”
“Maybe he’s hurt.”
“You checked him over before bed. He’s perfectly fine.” Remus rolls over and rests his head on Sirius’s chest. “He’ll settle down eventually.”
Remus is right--the puppy does eventually quiet down. Remus’s breathing evens out soon after that, and Sirius quickly follows him into sleep.
Sirius wakes up before dawn, his new normal, and pads downstairs to make some tea. Harry will sleep for at least another couple of hours, and they won’t see Remus until almost noon.
But when he comes into the kitchen, the first thing he notices is his godson curled up on the floor. The crate is open, and the puppy is nestled in Harry’s arms, also fast asleep.
“Sirius?” Remus comes up behind him, knuckling his eyes.
“What are you doing up?” Sirius whispers.
“Needed a piss, and the bed’s cold without you. What--” Remus finally catches sight of Harry and the puppy, and immediately softens. “Oh.”
“That’s why the puppy stopped whining last night, I bet.”
“Probably,” Remus says. He wraps his arms around Sirius’s waist and props his chin on Sirius’s shoulder, though he has to stretch to reach it. “You can’t make him go to a shelter.”
“No,” Sirius sighs. “I won’t. Looks like we’ve got a pet, Moons.”
“Looks like it. Where are you going?”
“I’ve got to write to the Board of Governors,” Sirius says. “I have six weeks to persuade them to add dogs to the list of approved pets for Hogwarts students.”
#i wrote you wolfstar raising harry b/c that's how we first bonded on here#also i tried writing moonseeker blowjobs but failed sorry#imp is writing#wolfstar#wolfstar raising harry#sirius black#remus lupin#harry potter#cw animal neglect#but it's only very brief and then it's animal happiness#also i wrote this before i knew you were getting a puppy lmao
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The vet called me with updates on the Boys. Unfortunately I'm a little emotional right now but she said that it does look like they have a serious skin infection and various small wounds. She is hoping that with antibiotics their inflammation and swelling in their legs goes down. She said that they possibly have impacted feather follicles which is why there is so many feathers missing (also likely from plucking from discomfort). The scales on the legs is likely from poor nutrition she said they may never return to normal but I'm hoping henhouse reserve gets them looking nice again. What made me cry when I got off the phone is she said they have bruising on their body that likely wasn't caused by rooster fighting 😞 she wants to see them again after they're done with their antibiotics.
Edit- and yeah she thinks Pinkys comb looks very strange for frostbite so it isn't unlikely that he had parts of his comb removed somehow. She said the scar on it was strange.
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webweave for sl!tom
sources : [adding l8r]
#🔆#web weaving#my art#<- it counts#cw blood#cw gore#cw religion#cw dead animals#cw animal neglect#cw self loathing#cw organs
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every few months or so i have a recurring nightmare where i horrifically neglect some animals i have and theyre like barely holding on and im like what have i done how did i let it get so far im a monster and its always like hamsters or mice or something and once it was a human baby and once a spider. anyways today it was rats and one of them bit me which i think was deserved and a sign of revolution. next dream theyre going to unionise and start eating me alive or something. and good for them honestly dream me had it coming
#just for the record these animals are not real and i dont neglect my pets i swear my dog is very spoiled#i talked about this with my therapist and the conclusion was that i probably worry too much about doing things right so it doubles over into#irrational worry im neglecting them but unfortunately that realisation does not make the nightmares stop#so now its like upsetting in the moment but once i wake up im normal again#and almost kinda funny like. why am i dreaming about rats i dont have. ive never had a rat#they need too much space and their short live spans make me sad#cw animal neglect#its only imaginary but. anyways
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Jack babe your snake's sick because he needs a HEAT LAMP
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I'm hungry in ways no food will ever satisfy.
#cw animal neglect#comics#comics on tumblr#german shepherd#comics about falling in love#mental health
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Black Cat
Ectoberhaunt Day 3: Black Cat
CW: Description of neglected animal
Summary: Sam makes friends with a black cat. He does her a favor in return.
Sam’s heart broke the first time she saw the stray black cat wandering her neighborhood. He was clearly malnourished, his bony hips jutting out of his side and his skin stretched over the bones. No animal deserved to live like that. As soon as she saw him, she knew she needed to help.
Sam saw the cat again the next day. She clicked her tongue to get his attention. The cat’s ears rotated towards her. He turned and met her gaze. She peeled open a can of cat food and placed it on the ground in front of her, then took several steps back and waited.
The cat’s head tilted in curiosity. He stepped forward, hesitant at first, then eagerly when he smelled the food. The cat circled the can, nose twitching as he sniffed it. He apparently deemed it safe and started to ravenously scarf down the food. Sam watched, tears in her eyes, glad that she was able to provide what may be the first decent meal he’s ever had.
For the next couple weeks, they’d follow the same routine. Sam would come home from school and put out a can of cat food, and the cat would come out and eat. After two days, Sam decided to name him Shadow, after the main character of a book she had recently read. After a week, Shadow allowed Sam to come close enough to pet him. After two, he was coming to her for pets.
“You’re looking much better now,” Sam told Shadow as he rolled on his back, begging for attention. His figure was starting to fill out, and he didn’t look nearly as bony as he had when they first met. His jet black fur was sleek and shiny, rather than patchy and dull as it was before. “And you’re much more social, too,” she continued. “Seems like a pretty comfy life you have now, being out in nature all the time and getting expensive canned food. I wonder what it’d be like to be you.”
Shadow said, “Mreow?” He kicked one of his front paws into the air. Sam laughed and stroked his fuzzy belly.
“Yeah,” she responded as if she’d understood him. “You seem happy, anyway. Must be nice.”
“Mreeow,” Shadow agreed. He took Sam’s hand in his front paws and forcefully rubbed it on his face.
The next day was Saturday, so Sam slept in, curled up on her enormous four-poster bed. When she finally awoke, she stretched across the bed, her tail vibrating in the air. Wait - tail? Sam scampered across the room and into the bathroom. The furniture towered over her. She jumped onto the counter and looked in the mirror.
A black cat stared back. Sam tilted her head in confusion, and the cat in the mirror did the same. Oh my gosh, she realized; she turned into a cat! Sam dashed to the front door, but found it closed. The doorknob was so high up! If she stood on her hind legs, she could just barely reach it…
Stomp stomp stomp! A giant came barreling towards her. “Shoo! How did you get in here? I don’t know why Samantha insists on feeding those strays.” Sam looked up to see her mother tearing across the foyer. As soon as she opened the door, Sam bolted into the yard. The door closed behind her.
So, Sam was a cat. Now what? She laid in the grass and took a deep, calming breath. Her sense of smell was so much better than a human’s. She could smell the freshly cut grass beneath her, the musk of several cats who had walked past her yard, and the neighbors grilling burgers out on their patio. Sam’s mouth watered. No, burgers were meat, she’d never eat a dead animal! But cats would. Sam may be a cat now, but she drew the line at eating meat.
Sam stalked across the yard to the sidewalk. Her paws made a gentle pat-pat-pat sound in the grass. Birds sang overhead, and the grass rippled in the wind. The neighbors chatted, the bugs skittered, the neighborhood cats meowed. It was sensory overload!
Sam’s legs jittered as energy coursed through her body. A squirrel chittered in a nearby tree. Before Sam even knew what she was doing, she took off like a rocket and scrambled up the tree. The squirrel, of course, was terrified and dashed down the other side of the trunk. Sam was horrified with herself; she felt guilty for scaring that poor squirrel.
Still full of energy, Sam jumped out of the tree and ran in circles, chasing nothing. The dirt was soft under her paws, and the wind blew her ears back as she ran. It felt so freeing to just run, as fast as she could, not going anywhere in particular.
Sam was out of control. Her cat mind was following its every whim, and she was going to end up hurting another animal, she just knew it. She resolved to find Shadow and figure out what was going on. She turned into a black cat, after all, and he was the only other black cat she knew.
It wasn’t hard to find him. His scent was stronger than all the others, due to his habit of coming by every day. She sniffed the sidewalk, recognizing his scent through some kind of feline instinct, and followed the trail. It led her away from home, down the road, and into a nearby park.
Shadow was curled up on a bench, snoozing peacefully. Sam jumped up onto the bench and poked Shadow with her paw. His eyes opened slowly as he woke up.
“Hi Sam,” said Shadow. Well, what he actually said was “meow”, but Sam knew what he meant.
“Hi Shadow. You may have noticed I’m a cat now. Do you know why?” Sam asked.
“Well, you’ve been so kind to me, and you were curious what it would be like to be a cat. So I helped you become one of us.”
“Are you a magic cat?” Sam asked, confused.
Shadow laughed, or got as close as a cat can to laughing. “We’re all a little magic,” he said mysteriously.
“Well, how do I turn back?” Sam pawed at the metal bench nervously.
“Why would you want to?” Shadow didn’t seem to understand.
“I’ve got a life, I’ve got friends, and I’ve got responsibilities. Plus, consider this: I need thumbs to open cans of cat food,” she pointed out.
Shadow let out a long, mournful meow. “You make a good point.” He jumped down from the bench and paced around it. “When you wake tomorrow, you’ll be human again. And I expect more of that good canned food. The tuna is my favorite.” Shadow winked.
The next day, Sam sat on her lawn, very much human now, waiting for Shadow to arrive. She opened a can of food and set it on the ground beside her. Right on cue, Shadow came running.
After he had eaten his food, Sam stoked his silky fur. “Thanks for yesterday,” she said. “I had fun.”
Shadow meowed in response. Sam couldn’t be sure, but she thought he said, “You’re welcome.”
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our next door neighbors moved out today and I think they abandoned their fucking cat. found him outside crying and scared, so now he’s in our kitchen, he’s been fed and he is. the loudest boy in the world.
#av speaks#cw animal neglect#hopefully that's not whats happening here but just in case#anyway he is very sweet and whines about food so I'm calling him Lu temporarily
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No, a bird cage is not a suitable hedgehog habitat.
I rather think that's purposeful, though. The hedgehog is clearly important to Vegas (he brought it into hiding with him, for heaven's sake), yet he keeps it in a cage that is wrong and potentially harmful to it.
Vegas doesn't know how to keep what is in his care.
#kinnporsche#cw animal neglect#cw torture reference#'locked in a bird cage is a bad hedgehog habitat'#yeah chained up 24/7 in a torture bedroom isn't a great pete habitat either#it's okay he's learning#fleet post#fleet meta
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Stealing betafish from places that keep them in plastic cups without any of their very important necessities should be more legal and socially acceptable than putting betafish in plastic cups without any of their very important necessities
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(@wingsofachampion) Hiya! Who's Bill, and why are they bad? -Tropius
Wait... you're an... actual Tropius? Like big wings and everything? OH MY ARCEUS THAT IS SO COOL!!!!!!!! <3
TW: Pokemon abandoment, PC Abuse
As for Bill, (ugh) he's the inventor of the modern day Pokemon Storage system. This system, while it certainly has its uses (My professor-in-training friend, Dave, uses it with the lab he works with to quickly and safely send pokemon collected for research) it has encouraged a lot of irresponsible behavior, especially with so called "collectors"
Basically thanks to the, usually over 900 SLOTS, available to PC users, there are many trainers out there who become "collectors". They catch 100's of pokemon just so they can have "a full set". Some even go as far as to include any unusual colorings or markings in their "collection"
These pokemon are then trapped in a digital world, never to see the real one again, and all because some dumb kid wanted a series of "trophies"
There are other issues, but this is the biggest one as I see it. Bill fanboys will try to tell me this "wasn't the intent" when Bill himself is a "collector!"
The only exception I know of is a series of islands in Alola a man by the name of Mohn has set up that pokemon in the Alolan PC system are able to visit and take a break from their prison. Even then Mohn (whom I have the utmost respect for) is just one man.
Basically I believe PC usage should be much more highly regulated and that trainers should NOT be allowed to keep hundreds of LIVING BEINGS in a digital prison. The entire system needs re-evaluated and overhauled. When Lusamine freezes her pokemon into statues it's "A travesty" and "Monstrous!" but when trainers imprison pokemon in a digital world for YEARS it's "normal" and "not a big deal"
Sorry, I guess that went on for a bit. It's something I'm pretty passionate about. I've actually boycotted the PC system entirely over it. Thanks for asking Tropius! I hope your own journey is going well!
#Pokemon PC#Fuck Bill#Bill fanboys DNI#Pokemon#pkmn irl#pokemon irl#unreality#shayminfan#cw animal neglect#wingsofachampion
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Pinky as a cockerel still fresh from living with me vs now
I'll need to get that collar off him immediately have my vet look at him as his skin looks infected, he might have depluming mites
If anyone wants a pixel icon it will help a ton with getting him and his brother treated and eventually at a new home.
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this guy brought in two doodles, one was severely matted, ears were fucking pelted and the poor thing got hematomas, the other one has a dewclaw that has grown around and pierced through the skin and is infected and i want to throttle this man
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Really struggling with self-hate. Intellectually I know this is due to anxiety and stress, and the past month has been pure chaos trying to look after Garfield.
Garfield is my neighbor's cat. Well, not anymore. He's mine now. He was sick as shit and they still weren't looking after him properly, hand-wringing over everything from lack of experience with cats to the fuel crisis. Certainly were quite happy to palm him off on me, because "he's not really ours, you know, he's a stray that found us a few years ago and the kid got fond of him". By the time I got him to the vet he was half-dead from...well, everything. He had cat flu, filaria, a tick fever that had burned through so many red blood cells it couldn't raise a temperature anymore, kidney damage and so dehydrated the needle could barely pierce his skin. I have no idea how he's alive. Well, I do, it's because he's a very tenacious little kitty and I took him to the clinic every day for a week for IVs, and kept him in my room and nursed him till I exhausted myself into an IBD flare. He relapsed twice. Then last week he seemed to have recovered enough that I was the sicker one, but then this week he started getting acute kidney failure, so we're back at the daily vet treatments.
I raised money for him on Twitter and some wonderful people sent enough to cover his medical bills, but the transport and food costs alone burned through all my money. I've been too exhausted and stressed to track my expenses or do my accounts, I flat broke by the beginning of the week and have had to ask my therapist for pro bono sessions from her clinic.
She's been a godsend, being a cat-lover herself, but also I might have alarmed her somewhat. Like, the whole reason I sought her out was because. Well, it was a last ditch effort really. The country situation and me going off my ADHD meds last month because I couldn't afford them didn't help (uh, protip: do not do that. Even if they're non-stimulants, like mine), but at one point I had made up my mind that if Garfield died it would be A Sign from the universe. Also when she asked me to check myself into a hospital if I felt like I couldn't trust myself, I was puzzled and said "why would I kill myself on impulse, it'll take weeks to get everything together if I was going to, I don't want to end up a vegetable". Which wasn't reassuring apparently? Neither was "Anyway, I can't top myself, Garfield is still sick." 😬
I'm still not sure what was so off about those responses, they still make sense to me. But my therapist wanted to set up a protocol and figure out avenues of physical support. Unfortunately, my family is estranged, only 3 of my closest friends live anywhere near me, and they're all also up shit creek. One of their mothers died a few days ago and I still haven't been able to visit. She's been so understanding and sweet about it, but when I tell you I feel like a shitheel.
I just. I don't know anymore. Gar's eating and drinking and the only outward sign that he's sick is the increased lethargy and sneezing. But his respiratory infection just isn't going away. As long as that persists, his kidneys can't get better, but giving him antibiotics for so long isn't doing them any favours either.
I'm using up all my energy caring for him but I don't see an end to it. My neighbors haven't been answering my messages, and anyway I'm damned if I trust them to look after him again. I tried so hard to find a caregiver for him while I was sick earlier this month, the tweeps sent even more money to offer one, but I couldn't.
In many wayos, caring for Garfield saved me from the black pit of despair I fell into after the protests unravelled. But now I feel so trapped. I haven't seen my doggos (they're with my ex) since June. I miss my other kitty cat (he's Mum's, but again I'm the only one who does more than coo at him). I miss having a life. My room and bathroom stink, and everything is chaos. I haven't sat down at my own desk in a month. And I'm still so scared this will all be for nothing and he'll die. I'm scared I'll have to make the choice to let him go. I refused to give up on my baby doggo boy two years ago, and as a result, instead of going peacefully in his sleep, I had to watch him go into acidosis and listen to his death rattle for an hour before the vet could get to us and sedate him through the final stretch. I will never let my selfishness do that to another animal. But I don't know if I'll survive having to let Gar slip away in my arms, after all these weeks of listening to his every breath. That still feels like it would be the tipping point.
I can't shake the idea that he would have recovered so much better and faster in someone else's hands. Someone healthy and abled and competent. Someone whose best efforts aren't so poor, pitiful and inadequate as mine. Everyone in my life deserves so much better than me.
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GOODNIGHT PT.II
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I really don't wanna be a party pooper but can we pls stop spreading the floppa meme. Because not only is that an exotic pet (which I don't think it needs to be explained why that's bad) but also because its not being treated appropriately (and a lot of exotic pets arent treated appropriately). And when content like that is spread and regarded as normal or cute or what have you, it feeds into the exotic pet trade and the mistreatment of animals.
#📚 my posts#📌 thoughts#also i realised that before i rb'd somethin with 'my sibling in sin' which i hadn't realised was a play on the 'my brother in christ' meme#which im gonna go yeet now because#im not comfortable with that meme#looked around some posts from black ppl about how its weird for white ppl to be using that meme#and im going to trust them on that#i know this is off topic but yeah#cw animal cruelty#cw animal neglect#tw animal cruelty#tw animal neglect
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