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nerdy-talks · 5 months

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Warning : This post is going to be a very personal rage dump/rant.

There are heavy topics involved, including cancer and death. Also explicit language.

Out of consideration and respect to those of you who would prefer not to read it (since I completely understand why you wouldn’t want to), I will continue under the cut

Also pictures of my dogs, to break up the doom and gloom ^^"

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I absolutely despise, loathe, hate toxic people.

Especially when those toxic people are the “wolf in sheep’s clothing” type.

Especially when those people don’t have the fucking balls to confront others directly and just choose to slink about behind the scenes like scummy little vermin.

So… my uncle Joe passed away a few days ago.

It was expected. He had been battling pancreatic cancer, which ended up spreading into his liver and lungs.

With that being said, even though he will be dearly missed, at least he no longer has to suffer.

I was close with my uncle.

In fact, it’s no exaggeration to say that I was much closer to him than I was with my own father (my Dad was a permanent presence in my life up until the day he died, but we had an extremely tumultuous, dysfunctional, volatile, abusive relationship.)

We visited my uncle Joe regularly ever since I was a baby, all the way up until somewhat recently. He spent countless hours at our place throughout the years. He was super close with my parents, doing tons of outdoorsy activities with them. I spent a good amount of my childhood with his family. When his wife passed away, my parents helped him and supported him. He helped us move twice. My Mom took his kids places when she was just dating my Dad. When my Dad passed away, my uncle Joe was there for me without me even having to ask.

Literally everything was good between us, and always has been.

It’s also thanks to my uncle Joe that we gained a new furry member of our family last year, who we named Dandy 💙 my uncle’s dog had puppies, he asked how many we wanted, so we took one lol

(I’ll include a few poor quality pictures because… well, I should probably break up this message with a little “positivity”, right?)

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This was Dandy when he was still just a baby, 4 weeks and 3 days old.

Look at the cute little potato 🥹

We visited my uncle Joe every week to see him grow and develop, anxiously waiting until he was old enough to bring home.

And this was the day he finally joined our family ~

Look at how tiny he was compared to my one Black Lab (sorry for the terrible quality picture. Our carpets are old, but I swear they don't look that dingy ^^")

And here's Dandy today, one year and five months later ~

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Anyway! Back to my rage-fueled rant :

My uncle Joe met someone about a year and a half ago, and she moved in with him pretty quickly.

Which certainly wasn't a bad thing. We were genuinely happy for him.

She seemed very nice, sweet, accepting, kind, receptive, and welcoming.

But for whatever reason, the dynamic changed the moment my uncle fell ill and the control landed in her hands.

Since my uncle Joe was sick, we all mutually decided that it would be best if communication was between my Mom/me and her (we would text her to check in to see how he was doing, as well as find out if/when it was a good time for us to visit)

This is where some inconsistencies started to appear.

For example :

She would tell us not to visit because my uncle was too sick (which was totally understandable!), but then would tell us a few days later how he was doing great and had fishing trips planned all week.

I 100% believed her at the time.

After all, everyone has both good and bad days.

But then when we would visit, my uncle Joe told us how he couldn’t fish anymore because the chemo was causing neuropathy in his hands, and he couldn’t hold his fishing pole or cast/reel the line in.

Though we just assumed he discovered those issues after she told us about those supposed fishing trips.

But the true eye-opener happened during our one visit. My uncle Joe welcomed us into his home, we talked, found out some updates about his health (which was declining), etc. He was open/transparent with us about everything.

When my uncle went to the bathroom during that visit, his girlfriend made the comment “I probably should have told you guys not to come here, since he’s in a lot of pain today.”

Knowing my uncle, I didn’t budge from my seat. I knew that if he wasn’t up for company, he wouldn't hesitate to tell us to leave.

And I’m glad we didn’t leave… because literally 10 minutes later, her granddaughter came waltzing in to visit her.

My uncle came out of the bathroom, sat on the sofa doubled over in pain as he was talking to me and my Mom (at this time, we asked him directly if we should leave, since we knew he was dealing with a lot and we didn't want to overstay our welcome. He told us not to leave, that we could stay because he felt like shit regardless).

But as he was sitting there, clearly in pain, his girlfriend and her granddaughter asked him to get up and carve a watermelon for them instead of doing it themselves.

What sense does that make?

'I should have told you guys to stay away, but I’m gonna make him strain himself and carve a watermelon for us even though he’s already suffering and struggling enough'

…. Okay. Fuck you too.

We obviously didn’t say anything. We just visited for a little while longer, then left with a friendly/cordial “goodbye, nice to see you again” to her and her granddaughter, told my uncle that we would be thinking about him and see him again, and wished them a good day.

Two and a half months passed before we heard from them again.

Why? Because she refused to answer our numerous calls and texts.

She deliberately ignored us, which actively prevented us from having an opportunity to see my uncle.

And she knew damn well that we wouldn’t just show up at my uncle’s house unannounced because we didn’t want to disturb him if he wasn’t feeling up for company.

We only got in contact with him again after he directly called our phone and left a message saying “hey, just checking in. I hope you’re both doing okay, since I haven’t heard from either of you in a while. Stop by when you can”.

So we went to his house.

When we explained the situation to my uncle Joe/passive aggressively confronted his girlfriend, her excuse was “oh, sorry. The reception here is bad so my phone was probably just acting up.”

For two and a half months?

Even though she was literally using her phone in front of us, which appeared to be working perfectly fine?

Even though she’s always on her phone every time we see her?

Even though she could have reached out to us, yet chose not to? Not even once in two and a half months??

I call bullshit.

My Mom even told her that she was on the verge of sending a text that said “okay, cunt.” since we thought she was ignoring us after not responding to our multiple texts/calls.

We all laughed it off as a joke, Joe's girlfriend even said “hahaha, I probably would have laughed if I got a text like that!” … but it most certainly was not a joke.

(My Mom is extremely outspoken and normally doesn’t hold back, especially when it counts. She’s the type of person you either love or hate, but she’s definitely one of a kind and the perfect example of a strong, independent woman who gives zero fucks lol)

Anyway, that visit went well. We behaved like usual, talked to both my uncle and his girlfriend normally, caught up on stuff, etc.

After that interaction, his girlfriend miraculously responded to every single call and text (bad reception, huh? Funny how she had zero service issues after we called her out in front of my uncle)

But basically every time we talked with her, she would say “it’s not a good time to come by, he’s really sick.”

And we would always respond with things like “we totally understand”, “thank you so much for letting us know”, “we wish there was something we could do to help”, “we’re here for you if you ever need anything or anyone to talk to since we know this also isn’t easy for you”, “we’ll check in next weekend”, “please take care of yourself”, “we’ll be thinking about you”, etc.

Then finally, my uncle Joe told us to stop up again two weeks ago. So we did.

He was extremely sick and remained in bed, but we said hello and he told us that we are more than welcome there and we could just visit with his girlfriend. So we did. The visit remained cordial and friendly.

The next day, my uncle called and apologized for not getting up when we were there.

We immediately told him that he has absolutely no reason to be sorry, that we completely and wholeheartedly understand, that we would understand even if he told us to leave the moment we arrived, and that we were keeping him in our thoughts.

The week after that, his girlfriend said he was too sick for company (which again, we obviously understood and thanked her for letting us know, wished them the best, etc).

We didn’t visit my uncle Joe after that. He passed away before we had another opportunity to see him.

Now, here’s where my anger starts to come into play :

His girlfriend didn’t let us know when he passed away.

We found out from my other uncle, Mike, two days later. (My Dad had 3 brothers. His eldest brother is my uncle Joe who just passed away. His youngest brother is my uncle Mike who let us know what happened.)

So my Mom called her and offered her condolences, asked how she was doing, told her that we’re here for her, and asked about the arrangements. My Mom also told her that Mike was the one who let us know about Joe.

She made the comment “there’s going to be a small ceremony, but only for immediate family.”

Which didn’t make sense to me or my Mom. We were both very close with my uncle Joe, we are family. So that comment seemed a bit… off?

But we dismissed it and instead talked to my uncle Mike.

We asked him to please keep us updated, since we wanted to pay our respects to my uncle Joe and our family.

Well… I don’t know what the Hell that lady said to my cousin (Joe’s son), but he told my uncle Mike not to tell us anything else.

That snake in the grass obviously ran back and told my cousin that we found out about Joe’s passing from Mike.

But uhh... We deserved to know.

Now, we literally just found out this morning that the ceremony was held yesterday. We weren't invited (the day/time wasn't publicly announced).

We were excluded. We were denied the opportunity to say our final goodbye.

I blame his girlfriend. Completely and entirely.

I especially find it super interesting that she didn’t attend the ceremony either… almost like she was afraid that we might possibly show up and confront her (which we would never do, purely out of respect for my uncle Joe)

When my uncle Mike told us, he apologized. But we told him that we don’t blame him, since we certainly didn’t want to put him in the middle of it.

It just pisses me the fuck off.

Bad enough she actively prevented us from seeing my uncle Joe, even on his “good” days. But then to keep us away from the ceremony too?

And she HAD to have fed my cousin a bunch of lies and bullshit to cause him to tell my uncle Mike not to inform us of anything. (Luckily for us, my uncle Mike loves to talk so he didn’t mind spilling the tea. He just felt guilty for not doing so sooner. But I understand why he waited, and I hold zero animosity towards him)

It’s especially confusing and upsetting since we always remained on good terms with all of my cousins.

We saw my cousins regularly, got along well with them, joked around with them.

Literally nothing that we did or didn’t do would warrant such a reaction from them.

If there was any fault on our end, I certainly wouldn’t be angry about this situation or waste my time typing this up. (I'm not the type of person who plays the victim, I admit when I'm wrong and own up to my faults/wrongdoings. That just isn't the case here.)

So it’s seriously a mystery to me… which is why I blame my uncle Joe’s girlfriend.

Absolutely nothing changed in the decades of knowing my uncle and his kids. Literally the only recent change was her coming into the picture.

(I also want blame my cousin, since he’s older than me and has a mind of his own… but I also know that he’s grieving the loss of his father, so I feel like that bitch took advantage of the situation to say whatever she wanted about us while my cousin is vulnerable and not thinking clearly/properly).

Regardless of the finer details…. I am absolutely livid.

It’s like a giant “fuck you” to us, like we aren’t good enough, like our feelings don’t matter.

And that pisses me off beyond belief.

I’m debating whether or not I should confront her.

On one hand, I probably should just let it go and move on.

But on the other hand… I want to play dumb, call her, and be like “How are you doing? Do you know when the ceremony is?“ just to see what she says.

And then tell her to go fuck herself.

Is that immature of me? Sure.

But I’m angry. Annoyed. Irritated. Fuming. My rage is boiling, my wrath is building. And I feel like exploding.

Needless to say… my Mom was right. That lady is a cunt. A toxic, festering, diabolical, oozing, gaping, pungent cunt.

If you’ve read up to this point, I genuinely apologize for dumping all of this off here.

I just needed to vent a bit.

I also owe everyone who has tagged me a HUGE thank you. You have all given me a much needed distraction from everything, plus I genuinely love being tagged.

So I will absolutely start posting/replying to those a little later (I've already started on them and have them saved in my drafts, I just want to finish them all and post everything at once lol)

#I might delete this later #I find comfort in the idea that Satan would be proud of my wrath/anger right now lol #all joking aside....#I have so much to say to her yet she's not worth the time or energy #I'm over the two-faced high school bullshit #maybe she likes drama but I don't #just another reason for me to hate people #it might be sad to say but....#... Tumblr is the only place where I can count on interacting with genuinely nice people #I just feel bad for being so damn dismissive/absent lately #I promise I'll make it up to you all #and thank you for being so patient with me 💙#nerdy talks #nerdy vents #nerdy rages #?#I am angry #personal #rest in peace uncle joe 💙

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twcfaces · 5 months

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"I don’t know what to tell you."

"I get that it's a mouse, but that's close enough, right?"

The little critter sure isn't starving - she's been gorging herself on prison food for a few days, which has suited her just fine. The asylum kitchen would be the perfect place to settle down and have a family! Or would have been, had she not been directed forcibly elsewhere. She's gotten good at navigating the traps set up by the kitchen staff, though. She did not expect, however, to be lifted up in the single-serve bag of potato chips she was enjoying.

"I figured small furry creatures were your thing. You're welcome to... do whatever you'd like. Or not. I just think the others might--- not be as understanding as you, or worse."

And she's very cute.

#ratwhsprs #wholesome ;;;;;

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saltygilmores · 2 years

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My Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: Season 1, Episode 20 ("PS I Love You")

What happens in this episode: Rory's bizarre eating habits continue to entertain. Luke hates everything. Lane gets paired up on a science project with Dean, pity the poor thing. Lorelai plays with Luke's belt. Lorelai gives Rory a confusing speech. The people in Rory's orbit are sowing the seeds for her eventual failure in life. Lor and Max are back together, but having seen this show three times before, I know it's thankfully short lived. I call Lorelai "Lor" throughout this review and I sound like fucking Christopher when I call her that but I'm tired and these reviews usually take me 3-4 hours with no breaks. There is only one episode left in Season 1 and 6 more episodes until Jess shows up. Rory and Lorelai are playing a game at Luke's where they wait to observe the first three men to walk past the window, and pick their future husband. Lorelai must choose either the first or second man to pass by or get stuck with the third. The third man to walk past the window is Kirk. This scene was very cute and funny. Until it becomes Rory's turn and the first man to walk by is this toenail infection:

I know I pick on Jess' wardrobe, but there's also this fucknugget, who wears the same outfit every single day. Some poor cow sacrificed its life for that stupid leather jacket that probably smells. Max is back. I don't really hate him or anything. I could just...do without him. Sigh. Max calls Lor at the Inn where they make about a dozen jokes about not wearing pants. L&M have apparently been having "very successful phone calls for the last few weeks" and now they are going back to dating.

Lane drops a bag of nasty Salt & Vinegar Lay's potato chips on Rory's head in a way that really made me chuckle, if I wasn't a lazy piece of shit and I thought that more than 2 people were reading these things, maybe I'd make a gif. Rory is again indulging her gross Lay's potato chip fetish, and it was bad enough when it was plain Lay's, but now she's really crossed over to the dark side and is eating Salt and Vinegar Lay's. Is each episode going to feature Rory doing something truly bizarre with food? The last three episodes have seen her take a can of sprinkle cheese into her bedroom, eat a plain slice of French toast as an on the go snack, and now she's back to eating her nasty chips. Once I notice a pattern more than twice, I start keeping track. I just want to let it be known that I think Lane is very funny, intelligent, a good friend, and an all around cool person and I rarely have any issues with her. I think we can all agree that she deserved better. Lane: What are you doing tonight? Rory: Homework, homework, and more homework (hey, I thought you just said you had a job). You? Lane: "Going to meet my science partner." Dun dun dun. Rory is again boycotting Doose's and making Lane do her shopping because she might run into Dean. If these boycotts to the two main purveyors of food in town went on long enough, would Ror & Lor eventually starve to death? Can't they go anywhere else? There's obviously a Walmart somewhere nearby.

Luke Danes, ever a devil with the ladies, is shopping for Rachel's birthday and picks out a kittycat pot holder that meows. I like cats, but if that potholder was a dog that barked, I'd marry him. I can't stop staring at those flowers Lor is holding, they are so pretty. Luke is off on a rant about birthdays, which turns into a rant about malls. And since this is one of my favorite Luke Rants of all time. I am going to transcribe it word for word. "I don't know how to buy gifts,okay? I don't like buying gifts. I don't like getting gifts. This whole gift giving/getting process is completely insane. Suddenly on a certain day, the level of my affection for a person isn't measured by the way that I treat them or what we share. Just because I didn't buy her furry slippers or a giant shoe tree, all of a sudden I suck. No malls! I hate malls! They underpay employees and sell overpriced merchandise! They contribute to urban sprawl! They encourage materialism! The parking's a horror! You drive in, you pay a buck to park and even if you're only there for 5 minutes...." And Lor fucking cuts him off and offers to shop for him. I wanted to hear him keep going, damn it! Luke is right to be concerned. If this were my gritty Gilmore Girls Reboot (working title either The Hollow or Gritty Gilmores) Luke's Diner would have either been turned into a Starbucks within a couple of years, or went out of business and crumbled because small town economies are fragile and their local government is corrupt. Luke, handing Lor his credit card: Nothing too out there. She likes simple. Clean. Nature. Elephants and candles. Can you find her a candle shaped like an elephant? Dean shows up at the Kim residence, walks in the door without knocking or ringing the bell (okay, fine, it's a shop so I guess I'll allow it) and Mrs Kim pops out of nowhere where she begins furiously interrogating him about his motives, causing Dean to spout "Geez!" This episode is so freaking funny! Lane was paired with Dean for her science project together (poor Lane) on "mold, spores and fungus" so I guess Dean will be the test subject. Mrs. Kim is none too happy and rightfully suspicious of Dean being in her home.

If only more people would say this to him. You go, Mrs. Kim! Lane: I invited him over to work on our science project. Mrs. Kim:

Can't stop laughing. Does anyone besides me think way too much about the lives of Lane, Dean, Jess, Shane, and Lindsay as they all attend school together? What is that like? Does this drama (which lets face it, for all 5 people concerned, is centered around Rory) ever continue at school or does it conveniently wait until the last bell rings? There can't be many students at that school so how often do they run into each other or have classes together? Do Dean and Jess have gym class together, where they throw dodgeballs at each other (or does Jess just make excuses and go smoke under the bleachers)? Where does everyone sit in the cafeteria? Were there specially trained counselors on hand at school after Jess murdered Shane? In my unrated Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow, this would be thoroughly explored.

I see all too, if by "see all" you mean I notice stupid shit like this:

What is "Finger white cake" and why has it been marked down in price not once but twice? Now a real bargain at..38 cents? Come on in to Luke's and get your Clearance Finger White Cake. Dean: I'm sure once your mom gets to know me she'll like me. Lane: No, she'll hate you forever, it's nothing personal. Dean to Lane: Is this weird for you? Yes, this feels very weird. Oh, you were talking to Lane.

Yes, going 5 minutes without hearing about Rory would be very refreshing, thank you.

A stopped watch is still correct twice a day, and sometimes Dean Forrester has an intelligent idea. Rory found out Dean was at Lane's house and is having a snit-fit.

This is how I look while listening to Max as well. Paris: I'm just making an observation. Rory: Great, we'll build a dome over you and jam a telescope in your head. SUCH A FUNNY EPISODE! Max and Rory are alone in a classroom, a foot apart, where he's telling her that he's concerned about her after her breakup with Dean, which Lorelai told him about without Rory's knowledge. This feels reeeaaaally super duper inappropriate. Rory also wasn't aware that Lorelai and Max were even talking anymore. This scene made me uncomfortable.

Speaking of uncomfortable, but as in uncomfortable clothes... This scene is one of my favorites in the series. This episode is great (until it's not anymore).

Guess who just walked in to see this? Starts with an R ends with an Achel. She is none too pleased to find out that Lorelai has not only been shopping for her man but that also she's fiddling with her man's belt.

I just like this shot of Lane and her two cups, looking deep in thought. Rory has a tiff with Lorelai over the Dean Breakup/Max Reunion sitch and so she runs away to her grandparents' home without telling Lorelai. Max comes by the Ror & Lor residence, where Lorelai gets a call from Emily that Rory is at her house. He sees that Lor is emotional, vulnerable, and crying again. So he's either going to propose to her or try to sleep with her. Those are the only two options.

This dark blue/denim shirt with the rolled up sleeves, blue hat, and wristwatch looks sooo hot on Luke! Why would you ever try to change him Lor? (I'm a huge rolled-up-sleeves & watches slut so this look really speaks to my lower half) Lorelai and Luke are both discussing how much they hate Dean but I only believe one of them really means it. Yeah, sure Lorelai, you want to key Dean's car. Whatever you say. Luke to Lorelai: "Coffee's on the house today." It's always on the house because Lorelai never pays for her coffee anyway.

Hey, quit staring, his eyes are up top, Lor! Honestly. Perving is so sinful. The old one broke? Did Rachel tear it off in a fit of passion? Nah she never would she's boring as fuck.

Tomatos Sign Spotting? No. Aww, Lorelai's going to visit her boyfriend.

No you don't Lor. I think what you meant to say was "Let's make out in the employee break room." "You are going to be hard pressed to find another girl as fantastic as Rory." #JusticeForLindsay She is SO not convincing when we're supposed to believe she hates Dean. The DALA (Dean & Lorelai Affair) is just getting started. Dean is being a bratty little shit to Lorelai and raising his voice at her, but it's okay, he's not Jess. Dean tells his future wife Lorelai that he said I love you to Rory and all she did was sit there and he doesn't understand why that makes him a jerk. Oh I don't know, I think you may be leaving just a LITTLE bit of detail out here. Just a teeny weensy amount. Just a smidge.

Justin Timberlake's creepy smile is making this scene all the more bothersome. What was a terrific and funny episode until now is going to crash in the last 5 minutes as it so often does on this show. As we hear one of the most confusing Lor-To-Ror advice speeches ever. In my humble opinion that no one cares about. Lorelai tells Rory that she talked to Dean, and I'm starting to feel really sad for Rory. Does she have any fucking autonomy at all? Lor is off telling Max all about her daughter's very personal business and butting in by talking to Dean, without asking Rory if it was okay first in EITHER situation. Rory looks defeated and even remarked earlier in the episode that she was tired of people trying to coddle her and protect her. Now, let's make this worse! Lor: "He said I Love you and you didn't say it back? That must have been rough on him." Um, FOCUS, Lorelai! Your daughter! Who the everliving fuck cares what your daughter's shitty boyfriend feels? Only you do because you want to fuck him. Lor: "I haven't thought enough about what I'm supposed to be teaching you." Oooh boy. This can't be good. I would expect a mother to say first and foremost, "It's okay to wait to say it until you're ready and not under pressure." and that only comes much later (sort of). My other issue is that Lor only learned a few scant details of what happened minutes earlier from Dean, who left a TON of things out (and you can totally believe everything he says), and Rory never went into any detail about why she couldn't say it (although Lorelai did ask her many times and Rory kept refusing, to her credit), so Lorelai decides she'll just fill in the blanks and guess what happened and launches her speech from there. I think the point of this weird speech is that she presumes Rory is afraid of commitment and can't express her feelings. Maybe this would sound better if she knew what Rory was feeling in the first place, instead of basing her shitty advice on a 2 minute interaction with Dean at a grocery store. I'm sure there have been a dozen interpretations of this speech but personally I thought it was strange and Lorelai just wants Dean and Rory back together so he'll be back in her home where she can fuck him.

"It has to be right and real and has to take a lot of thought. I want you to be ready when it happens." Well, at least she said it, but she's sending mixed messages. Is it "put a lot of thought into it" or "just go for it"? Blah. It wasn't as bad as I remembered, and I'm willing to give Lorelai credit for the fact that she did try to talk to Rory several times and Rory wasn't at all forthcoming about what happened, I guess. I know it's trendy to hate on Rory but fuck, Lorelai sucks. Goodnight.

#gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #Luke Danes #Lane Kim #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #gilmore girls season 1 #chips #salt and vinegar #lays #ps I love you

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darklylucid · 1 year

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Grief Posting

Over a year ago, after looking up smutty ‘Avengers imagines’ on Pinterest, I followed a ‘trail of breadcrumbs’ that led from Wattpad to AO3 and, consequentially, to Tumblr’s slasher fandom where I discovered (much to my everlasting joy) a bunch of fellow horny weirdoes that loved slashers just as much as I did.

I loved the community so much that I decided to become a part of it and created this account with the hope that writing again would help distract me from two emotionally crippling events in my life - my mother being diagnosed with cancer for the second time in her life and the death of the much loved cat who was a huge part of my life for 21 years, my Honey.

It was a very tough battle, but with the help of CAR T-cell therapy, my mom once again kicked cancer’s ass, but in a very cruel twist of fate, the grief I still feel over the loss of my cat, even after a year and a half of his passing, is ironically preventing me from writing - which was the very thing I hoped would distract me from it!

The slasher fandom of Tumblr has been like a family to me, so in the hopes that it’ll help lighten the massive weight of grief from my heart, I share with you, the family I chose, photos, memories and stories of my sweet boy. The goodest boy. The softest boy. My cat brother from a very different mother. My Honey.

Look at him. Look at his cuteness,

He came to us as a birthday gift to my sister, an undersized and pitiable barn kitten taken from his mother a little too soon, stuffed into a motorcycle helmet and unceremoniously (and irresponsibly) given to someone who lacked both the mental and emotional capacity to care for anything more complex than a pet rock.

He was, in short order, ‘rescued’ by my mom and I and became ‘our cat’, but because he was so young (his ears were still on the side of his head), my mom had to teach him how to feed himself by getting him to lick warm milk off her finger until he understood what a bowl of warm milk was for.

Fortunately, he soon proved to be both an incredibly resilient little bit of fur and a fast learner and took to self-feeding remarkably fast, especially when he discovered how utterly delicious tiny bits of chopped-up hotdogs were...

Some of his accomplishments as a kitten include teaching himself how to climb the drawer-pulls on the kitchen drawers to get onto the counter, becoming ‘defender of the household’ by eating the Cellar Spiders in the basement and saving us from a (presumably) possessed evil potato which we found in the middle of the kitchen floor one morning covered in bite-marks.

Look at this sweet little face - it got kissed so often it was a wonder he didn’t have bare patches...sometimes I risked missing the bus to work for how many times I had to stop getting ready, track him down and (sometimes forcibly...) pepper him with kisses.

During his lifetime, as I imagine most cats do, he collected quite an...eclectic...collection of names besides ‘Honey’, and here is a short list of the more memorable ones I called him:

Hanny, Hanners, Hannums, Hunnums, Mr Scrotes, The Ball-less Wonder, Numb-Nuts, Mr Snip-Snip, Floophen-Poofen, Butt-Nuts, Fuzz-Nuts, M.U.D.H.L (short for ‘miniature urban domestic house lion’), Brother Meow, Vomit Comet, Mama’s handsomest little man, Purr-Machine, miserable fucking furry little bastard (when he was being an asshole), Ball-Munch, Mr Pantaloons, Fuzzlumps, ‘Fleasimus Minimus’, Sir Sheds-Alot, My Main Meow, and Snuggle-Bug.

When he upchucked on the carpet, I derisively addressed him by this rather elaborate moniker, ‘Sir Spews, Baron Of Barf, Viscount Of Vomit, Prince Of Puke, Highness Of Hork.’

With a face this sweet, who could be mad at him for too long, though.

Mom and I ‘rescued’ him a second time when my (dumbass) sister tried taking him with her when she moved out, as she’d convinced herself that it was perfectly fine to lock a cat up in a tiny bedroom without food, water or a litter box all day long until she got home (”I don’t want him getting food and litter on my bed!!!”)

On that day, he officially became my cat.

‘The French Fry Oil Incident’

One morning while I was getting ready for work, mom noticed a series of wet patches on the living room carpet and, understandably, assumed Honey had peed on the carpet (when he was ‘pissy’ about something, he let us know), but when she touched it, discovered that is wasn’t urine at all, but used cooking oil.

One ‘oh shit’ moment later and a quick peek at the oil-splattered kitchen revealed the source of the grease stains - mom had been deep-frying some potato chips the night before in a shallow frying pan and had left it on the counter to cool, and we suspect Honey had jumped onto the counter in the middle of the night, stuck his tail in the used oil, whipped it around in a blind panic and then fled to the living room where he attempted to groom it off of himself.

One frantic search later revealed our poor little man, cowering in misery under mom’s bed with half the fur on his body soaked through to the skin with vegetable oil and smelling like he just took a dip in a McDonalds deep-fryer.

We attempted to wash the oil out of his fur in the kitchen sink but all we ended up doing was making it worse, but then I remembered watching TV commercials that showed people washing crude oil off of ducks with Dawn dish soap, so we agreed that I’d bring a bottle home after work and we’d try again.

When I got home, we filled the bottom of the bathtub three inches deep with warm water, added in a copious amount of soap and then lowered the poor cat into it for the first (and only) bath of his life. Oh, how he howled, yowled, hissed and spit, but only for the first thirty seconds until he suddenly went dead-quiet, ‘gave up on life’ and waited for death’s sweet embrace.

The dish soap worked perfectly, he was de-greased in no time at all and the only genuine protest he made in regards to trying to bite us was when I vigorously ‘sudsed up’ his ball sack.

Unfortunately, in order to avoid traumatizing him further, we had to use towels to get the excess water out of his fur instead of the hair drier, but that caused him to get so chilled he started to shiver, so I brought him downstairs to the basement, heated up a series of bath towels in the dryer on the hot cycle and used them to warm him up.

One day later, we had a clean, warm, dry, happy and sweet-smelling cat that only continued to give me dirty looks for a week of so before he was back to his normal self.

Co-operative Hunting (cat style)

I was trying (and failing) to kill a house fly with the swatter one day while Honey was watching me with mildly disdainful interest from where he was comfortably stretched out on the floor in the living room.

I glared at him in frustration and snapped, “Just don’t lie there, you miserable lazy beast! Earn your keep and DO SOMETHING!”

He got up, stretched, yawned, caught it between his paws in mid-air with a mighty leap, and ate it. Good cat...

Pokes Of Indignity

One day, he was curled up in front of me on the bed while I was reading a book, and without looking, I reached out to pat him on the head without noticing he’d gotten up and I accidentally jabbed him in the anus with my finger.

He whirled around, hissed mightily, gave me the dirtiest look and retreated upstairs while I laughed so hard I almost peed. It’s a damn good thing I don’t have long manicured fingernails...

Boobs...

He loved ‘hugging my tits’ while I was in bed, and every night for years without fail he’d sit his furry ass down on my right side, place his paws on the blankets right over my boob and make ‘biscuits’ while I pet him.

He would also crawl into my lap while I was sitting on the couch and put his paws up on my boobs, and if I moved them off, he’d move them right back where they were. Lester Sinclair in cat form, I swear...

He was an absolute menace when it came to shoelaces (forbidden cat spaghetti) and if mom or I forgot to hide our shoes, we’d wake up in the morning to find the laces chewed into wet gooey bits.

If he didn’t follow me down to bed, I’d yowl loudly (I’d let out a very loud, very poignant “YEOOOOOOOOWWW!”) until he came down to see ‘what my problem was’, jumping onto the bed and sniffing my face before I’d settle him down beside me for cuddles. Sometimes, I even fell asleep with my arm around him before he left.

If I laid in bed with the alarm going off for too long, he’d come pounding down the basement stairs, jump on the bed and yowl in my face.

When I was working in the kitchen, randomly, he’d sashay in, throw himself at my legs and then leave.

He seemed to like having his tail whipped around, I’d grab it by the base, violent shake it and he never complained.

His favourite toys were the bird feathers I found for him outside, the plastic rings from milk jugs and pom-poms.

He never tried climbing the Christmas tree.

Sometimes, I’d forcibly flip him onto his back, face-plant his belly and attempt to ‘blow a raspberry’. He was never amused by it, but he did ‘put up with it.’

He loved us making him ‘blanket nests’ on the couch, and all we’d have to do is hold up a blanket for him to see and he’d jump up on the couch, howl at us until he’d been covered up and he’d stay there for hours.

I had the back door open one day to air the house out, and a young black squirrel jumped through the doorway and into the living and landed right in front of him. No hiss, no paw-swatting, no aggression, they simply touched noses and gave each other a thorough sniffing before the squirrel scampered back outside.

(The squirrels in the court are accustomed to people letting their cats roam and take no shit, because they *know* they’re faster and have sharper teeth, and the cats seem to respect that. I’ve seen various cats 'loafed’ on the ground mere feet from where a group of squirrels are feeding on a seed pile and the squirrels don’t even acknowledge them...)

He would dry-hump the frilly pillows on mom’s bed the moment she got into it nearly every night of his life (it’s a good thing he was fixed...)

He adored olives, and on the very rare occasion we’d give him a few bits of them to eat. One day, he smelled olives on my mom’s breath, realized that she’d eaten some without giving him any, let loose one hell of a growl and hissed in her face.

I woke up one morning with a ‘cat hat’, he’d wrapped himself around my head in the night and I woke up with his tail curled around my throat and his warm cat breath in my ear.

The older he got, the more he came to realize that belly rubs felt good. Sometimes, when he’d be laying beside me on the couch and I’d go for the belly, and he’d actually lift his leg dog-style and give me full access.

I taught him how to pee in the bathtub.

Yes, I did. No, I won’t say how because it’s embarrassing, but I will say that it saved one hell of a lot of money on litter.

A couple of times while was in the shower, covered head to toe in soap, he’d scream at me that he wanted to go pee. I had to shut off the water, move the shower curtain aside to let him jump into the tub, wait until he’d peed and jumped out before I could finish my shower.

(Teaching him to ‘aim for the drain’ was hit and miss...sometimes he’d aim and sometimes I’d have to swivel his furry ass around for him)

I loved to use him as a ‘pillow’, he’d be curled up on mom’s bed in a blanket nest and I’d lay down beside him, rest my head on the middle of his body with just enough pressure to press my ear against him and listen to him purr. He actually seemed to enjoy it, sometimes turning his head and lick my cheek, and he never left before I was satisfied.

He was given raw meat, beef, pork and chicken his entire life to supplement his kibbles, and he always got the first taste of the Thanksgiving and Christmas turkey, both raw and after it was cooked. No matter where he was in the house, awake or asleep, if you called out, “Honey! MEAT!” he’d come running to get his share.

Some of his favourite snacks included tiny tidbits of olives, cream cheese, ‘meat macaroni and cheese’ lunch meat and strawberry Haagen-Dazs ice-cream.

He never had a taste for fish, but he did enjoy the occasional cooked egg yolk.

His all-time favourite place to nap was on the couch beside me, curled up on or in either a blanket or one of my hoodies, and an hour long TV show would usually take an hour and a half to get through with the amount of times I paused it to pet him so I wouldn’t miss anything.

He made it all the way to the venerable age of twenty-one, a remarkable age for any cat, and until the last month of his life, he’d never been sick, never had to suffer through the indignity of fleas or ticks and was pampered every last minute of it (as a strictly indoor cat, his paws never once touched dirt)

Warning - non graphic mentions of pet death under the cut, bitter regret and a lot of sadness.

As he got older, thinner, lost most of his apatite and spent more and more time sleeping, my mom told me that at some point, we'd have to consider putting him down, but I kept insisting that “We’ll keep him until we find him cold and dead on the floor.”

I was selfish. I didn’t want to let him go, I couldn’t. He gave me something to look forward when I got home after work, he helped keep me going after struggling with crippling depression my entire life and I still needed him, so I waited until it was past the time he should have been taken to get put to sleep.

I had to watch him fade, and that was so much worse, because by the time I made an appointment to bring him into the vet, he was almost half gone already.

I kept my hands on him while the vet did what should have been done days before, and still he purred for me until...he didn’t. I’d never witnessed an animal’s death before, and I can still remember putting my fingers on his throat to see if he was still breathing and feeling nothing.

I don’t remember the taxi ride home, only walking into an empty, dark house and making him a blanket nest on the couch where it stayed for a week.

I’m still not over the loss, and I hope that by sharing with you my stories of him and a small taste of the love I felt for him, still feel for him, it’ll help me in some way.

He was my boy. My Honey, and I’ll always miss him.

#I really REALLY miss my cat 💔#He may be gone but the love will never fade #His shed will still linger on my black clothing FOREVER #Cat #RIP sweetest little man #Cat memorial

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writeforfandoms · 1 year

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Heyo! I'm sending this around to a few people in an effort to get to know them better, but I'm curious: is there an animal that is either a favorite or that you know a lot about? And if so, could you tell me about it?

Hi friend! Sorry this took a couple days, my brain is approximately mashed potatoes right now

Putting this under a cut so I don't murder peeps dashes

I have a couple favorites, animals that I'm known for with my family. Peacocks (because they're pretty menaces) and foxes.

We go to the San Diego Zoo usually at least once a year, and the Zoo has peacocks that have free reign of the grounds. Don't know how exactly that started but it's fun to walk around the Zoo and then there's a peacock yelling at you from a tree or further up the walkway. I get very excited when I spot them and I try to spot at least one every trip.

Foxes I have loved for a long time. They are cute and furry and mischief! Which I love. And I mean given my levels of mischief, especially as a child? Yeah, makes sense.

There is a specific type of fox that lives on the Channel Islands, off the coast of California. The Channel Island foxes are usually shy and tend to stay away from people.

Except for out at a research lab/university program. The foxes around there know the students won't hurt them or chase them and sometimes do things like leave food unattended on tables...

Which is how I ended up with a fox standing on the table about three feet away from me while I was visiting my BFF out there. I very very quietly freaked out and took about a bazillion photos.

Seriously those foxes are the cutest things and I wanted to smuggle one home in my backpack. (Except not really because foxes are not domesticated and can be very difficult to care for.)

#thanks friend!

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cinnafoxt · 1 year

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For lil German boy Vasco ❤️❤️

🍼 [BABY BOTTLE] What's your OC's first memory?

🥛 [MILK] What is your OC's relationship with their biological parents like? What about their relationship with any non-biological parental figures?

🍨 [ICE CREAM] How does your OC compose themselves in stressful situations?

🍦 [SOFT CONE] Where does your OC work? How much are they paid, and would they prefer a different job? Why?

🥤 [PARTY CUP] How does your OC feel about drama? Do they start any themselves?

🍷 [WINE] Where on the 'wine aunt scale' is your OC?

🍓 [STRAWBERRY] How do they feel about 'cute' things?

🌶️ [HOT PEPPER] Who would your OC declare their sworn enemy if they could meet them?

🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave?

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

🍋 [LEMON] What is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

🥐 [CROISSANT] Where is your OC from? How do they feel about their homeland? Where are they now?

🥨 [PRETZEL] How complicated is your OC's backstory? Who does it entwine with?

🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it?

🍐 [PEAR] What is their current social standing? If they could change it, would they, and to what?

🥒 [CUCUMBER] How innocent are they (unaware to the bad happenings around them)?

🥑 [AVOCADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

🥝 [KIWI FRUIT] How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

🌿 [HERB] Is your OC religious? What do they believe in?

☘️ [SHAMROCK] How passionate is your OC about things they love/hate?

🌵 [CACTUS] How physically resilient is your OC?

🍭 [LOLLIPOP] Would your OC ever share food with someone?

🍆 [EGGPLANT] How are they used by others? How easily are they tricked into this?

🍇 [GRAPES] What's their circle of people/their species like? What dynamic would they be called?

🍩 [DONUT] What is your OC's biggest flaw? How do they deal with it? Do they deal with it?

🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?

OH of course the boy 💞💕

Baby bottle: His first memory would be of his mother and father celebrating his first birthday! Although small and hazy now, he still holds that dear to his heart.

Milk: He had a close and loving relationship with his bio parents, even when his dad left home often. For a non-bio parental figure, Abbot Menikko is the closest to a father figure he has; now that he's older, Vasco wishes he were as close and affectionate to him as he was when he was a child.

Ice Cream: Not very well if we're being honest. He's easily brought to tears and already anxious enough as it is, but hey, he'll always try his best before he may end up passing out.

Soft Cone: Vasco is a herbalist in an abbey! He isn't paid anything, but he's grateful for his place and loves helping others.

Party Cup: Very against it and any type of confrontation, really. He'd never intentionally start it, but with his luck, it's not far to assume he'd accidentally ruffle some feathers.

Wine: Very far; he IS the child of the wine aunt.

Strawberry: Oh, he's obsessed with anything he finds cute, especially small, furry creatures!

Hot Pepper: Not quite sure about that one! But let's just say he strongly dislikes anyone who maliciously causes harm to others.

Watermelon: He's pretty open and honest about things, but I'd say the one thing he won't willingly confess is that he's kissed and had relations with another monk in the abbey...

Carrot: He's pretty soft by nature, but he can be tough when dealing with bad patients or defending a hurt person against others. He is especially weak against confrontation and any type of chastising. He also cannot bring himself to kill any living creature, not even the little pest in the garden!

Lemon: Losing those closest to him and failing those he looks up to; it definitely keeps him on his toes.

Banana: A strange question, but I don't think it applies to Vasco since he has no control of time!

Croissant: He is originally from Germany, but the exact place he was raised is unknown. He was given up as an oblate to an abbey in Italy when he was young. He doesn't remember much from his home, but he's eternally grateful he was saved by the abbey and is happy alongside his fellow monks.

Pretzel: Not very complicated at all! It's basically his origin story, so it doesn't intertwine with anyone else's!

Green Apple: He's always anxious and fidgety, and would be deemed on the spectrum if he were in modern times. He loses sleep, gets tired out easily, and may be reprimanded for his uncontrolled movements. He's also conflicted about his unusual fondness for other men.

Pear: He's a monk in a wealthy abbey, so I'd say he's in a good position! Even if he could change it, he wouldn't, he's grateful for being saved and loves the other members of the abbey like family.

Cucumber: Pretty innocent. He views the others with admiration and always works to please them, so if he found out their unsavory sides, he'd be devastated.

Avocado: He won't back down for his love for another monk in the abbey. In his mind, he always comes up with ways to justify it, even though it's labeled as wrong in his society.

Kiwi Fruit: His outer appearance is pretty accurate to who he is on the inside, but at first glance he can come off as aloof and too tired to care, which couldn't be farther from the truth

Herb: Of course he's religious silly! He believes in God and the concepts of heaven and hell, angels and demons, etc.

Shamrock: Very, very passionate about the things he loves, including plants, animals, and the people closest to him. A little less passionate about the things he hates, like abusive people and those who don't take life seriously, but can still get pretty heated over it.

Cactus: Not very. He's skinny and frail, but he'll put up a fight if he needs to...even if it's a very small effort.

Lollipop: He would, especially with his lover.

Eggplant: I would imagine he's used to do others' dirty work and just in general, really. He's very easily tricked by others due to the large amount of trust he places in each brother of the abbey.

Grapes: His circle of people consists of men of the cloth. The dynamic can be seen as familial/found family or just co-workers in a very religious area.

Donut: His biggest flaw is his naiveté. He doesn't really deal with it until his fellow brothers are revealed to not be who they seem, which of course breaks his heart and high perception of them.

Potato: His over-softness with patients and his over-working attitude. He definitely doesn't see these as flaws and is confused and sad why others do.

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notsoslei · 1 year

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"A Blog About My Interest: Cats"

In a cat's eye, all things belong to them. What is a cat? A cat is a furry animal that has a long tail and sharp claws. Cats are any of a family (Felidae) of carnivorous usually solitary and nocturnal mammals (such as the domestic cat, lion, tiger, leopard, jaguar, cougar, wildcat, lynx, and cheetah). There are a lot of different cat breeds such as: persian, siamese, british short hair, munchkin, bengal, etc. No matter the breed, all cats are adorable and cool.

Back when I was a kid, I don't like cats. For a reason that their nails are so sharp and all the cats that I encountered back then did scratch me. Also because, I grew up not having contacts with animals. I don't like cats growing up but during the COVID-19 pandemic, December 2020 to be exact, I badly wanted to have a cat. I even wish to receive a cat as a Christmas gift.

Above was my first cat and his name is "Kurimaw". I named him Kurimaw because I view him as crazy and because I find that name funny and cute at the same time. As a first timer to have a cat, I didn't know things about them so all the things that he did back then was crazy for me :p Kurimaw is aggressive and he don't really like when humans are touching him. Also, he doesn't like sharing food with my other cats. I got him last February 2021 and sadly, he died last August 23, 2022 due to food poisoning.

Above is my second cat named "Olive". He is given by my tito and Olive's father is a persian cat named "Carrot" and his mother is a stray cat which is I don't know the name. Basically, Olive is a half-persian, half-stray cat. Olive's name is supposed to be "Patata" but I changed it since a potato doesn't look like him neither on looks nor color. Among all my cats, Olive is my favorite; not because he is not a full stray cat but because he is very kind, cute, chunky cat. He is still alive and mating.

Above was the kitten that I adopted. My brother found her near the cemetery; looking awful. So my brother brought her home. I named her "Shimi". She lasted just weeks with us; she didn't survive since she was so young and still needs her mother which is we don't have.

Above is the unusual (for me) kitten that I ever had. His name is "Rench". Rench because he is an orange cat :D Rench is a very introverted cat and he is always hungry; he eats whenever there's food (my spirit animal). He is very introverted in a way that he doesn't play with my other cats; he plays with himself. Rench is not affectionate unlike Olive. At first, I really find him weird but as the time goes by, I just thought that "very orange cat of him" (iykyk). He is still alive too and just being himself.

I believe in cat supremacy 🫡🫡🫡

#cats

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I am very excited for the New Spice and Wolf anime.

I love the cute way they started it (those who've read the full series know)

However I am slightly confused though not mad by two changes that seem to be carried over/ sort of kept from the Original anime but isn't how it was in the Manga/LN

Now these are like minor nit picks not really that big a deal and I'm not mad but it does strike me as odd.

First up is his meeting with Holo, for the most part goes the way it is however much like the original anime they give Lawarence what feels to me a slightly bigger reaction to Holo's transformation and once again they don't allow us the viewers to see what it was he saw/how she transformed.

Yes he was shocked in the book but he didn't like fall out of the cart because of it and all she changed was just an arm into a big ol furry paw since a full transformation is difficult/ didn't want to do that.

It also means we lost out on some great characterization of her teasing Lawerance asking if he wants to touch it and then acting all coy and shy saying to "Be gentle" (before laughing and very clearly obvious she's just teasing the man)

Like for the soft moments she has, moments of weakness and longing for home. Holo is a little shit and a gremlin it's fucking great.

(They also moved their conversation about if he's been attacked by wolves- I think pretty sure that happens later but eh not a huge deal still works)

Again not mad or exactly bothered more just curious I guess as to why they chose to do it like that.

The other minor change is swapping the Cheese covered bread Lawarence brings to Potatoes. Again Why??? I mean it changes nothing and is again such a minor thing that doesn't matter but like at the same time then why change it. It being large slices of bread works as well as potatoes (Altho I just find it harder to imagine grabbing a hot potato bare handed then like a toasted piece of bread with melted cheese but I digress)

#nit picks aside I am still very excite

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bloomingsunflowerstuff · 1 year

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Work in progress

It was just too much, I had to get out of there. This wasn't honestly how I was planning to spend my friday night evening, still in my cute little top, black jeans and boots, mascara running down my face. I was curled up on my couch, staring at the deep green wall of my living room and listening to my very sad playlist; the one you usually listen to only when you need to have a deep, long cry, where no one or anything can make you feel better. Exhaustion made my body feel like a sack of potatoes and my eyes felt heavy, but I refused to go to sleep, because every time my eyes closed, I saw them.

The furry alarm clock that rested atop the shelf on the wall read 5 o’clock in the morning, but time seemed irrelevant now. The hurt of a broken heart would do that to you. Over and over again, the night replayed in my mind, not fully able to let it go. How the lights shone over their lazy smiles, something the girl must have said caused them to throw their head back in laughter, making their fair hair stand out amongst the crowd. Their hands linked with hers, their bodies moving together to the beat of the music, my heart rate picking up the pace as their faces closed the gap between them, it slowing down as it became apparent to everyone and their mother what was happening. It seemed that time had stopped, everything was happening in slow motion. I remember the curious faces of some of their friends boring into mine, trying to make out my reaction. Surely, I imagined the dismay was written all over my face, but my body kept dancing, refusing to give them something to gossip about. Glancing one last time over at them, my mind was made up; these people were not going to rob me of my night out with my friends. Looking over at my friend Ellie, she reached out and squeezed my hand, giving me a sad smile. Returning it to her, my hips started moving to the beat of Last Friday Night by Katy Perry and I belted out the lyrics, pouring all of my energy in feigning disinterest on what was happening behind us. I was certainly not feeling disinterested now, though. As I allowed the tears to stream down my face, staring down at my shaking hands, I slowly realized that hot anger was coursing through my veins. Don´t get me wrong, I was definitely feeling hurt and confused, but deep inside I felt that I didn’t deserve to feel this way. Why did I get to go home and cry my eyes out when they got to enjoy their night out? It wasn't fair. I hated that they had the power to make me feel miserable, yet, I yearned for their attention, their touch.

#heartbroken #girl #love #gay love #sad thoughts

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wish i could send pics through anon bc im outside with my dog and she's being just so cute. just a little doggie potato lying on the grass and it makes me all warm n fuzzy inside. hope your furry friends are doin well :) -poe

AWW they are they are also very cozy

#tell your dog i said hello!#bestiel poe #<- figured i ought to make u a tag

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petculiars · 2 years

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What Do Hamsters Eat - Foods They Actually Enjoy

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What Do Hamsters Eat - Foods They Actually Enjoy

One of the best foods you can give to these critters is in fact a well-balanced hamster mix. Even so, if you want to own one as a pet, you should have a good understanding of what kinds of foods are actually safe for a hamster.

Hamsters are a type of rodent that is among the most popular pets people get. This is mostly because they are full of antics, are very loved by kids and adults alike, and are also very cute, furry, and small critters. On top of all this, most hamsters aren’t fussy at all and are really easy to keep happy and healthy. Even so, you shouldn’t consider that you have no responsibilities when owning this type of pet.

The Diet of a Hamster

Hamsters actually enjoy a pretty wide range of food types like biscuits, cereals, vegetables, fruits, and even grains. Considering that these critters won’t miss the chance of stuffing their mouth with everything they find, this list can pretty much become endless. While in the wild, hamsters will naturally look for vegetables and bits of fruits, grains, and nuts, they find lying on the ground. From time to time, they will also eat fruit flies, crickets, or other small insects. Even though these animals will basically try to eat anything that fits in their mouths, some of the foods might prove to be pretty harmful to them. Ingesting some things might prove to be not only unhealthy but might even lead to the hamster’s death. So, if you want to keep a hamster as a pet, you should have a clear understanding of what it will need to eat and what will make it sick.

Hamsters tend to be mostly vegetarians, although their diet might put them in the omnivore category. Even so, you should keep in mind that they will need enough proteins in their diet as well. Below you will find some of the recommended foods considered safe for a hamster.

First, when you add a new type of food to a hamster’s diet, you should introduce it in very small amounts. This is the case with any kind of food, from vegetables, and fruits, to anything else. Also, keep in mind that something considered a treat and not an important part of the diet, shouldn’t be given in big amounts,

When unsure, you can never go wrong with a well-balanced and healthy hamster mix, which can give it almost all of the needed nutrients. Aside from this mix, you will only need to give it other food items as occasional treats.

Different breeds of hamsters like different types of meats. In this regard, while Syrian hamsters will love a big amount of grains, vegetables, and fruits, Roborovskis will love sweet corn, birdseed, and Chinese cabbage.

Among the foods that are surely on the favorites list of a hamster are rice, dog biscuits, toasted bread, leafy vegetables, carrots, apples, cucumbers, oranges, cooked beans, and cheese.

Vegetables in general are preferred by hamsters. Among the best vegetables are asparagus, zucchini, watercress, sweet corn, cooked beans, green beans, spinach, clover, cauliflower, celery, cucumbers, broccoli, cabbage, carrots, and turnip.

Among the favorite fruits of a hamster are raisins, blackberries, cranberries, bananas, strawberries, seedless grapes, raspberries, lychees, plums, pitted peaches, and seedless apples.

Considering that hamsters will require a lot of proteins for their healthy development, you can give them different kinds of cheese like cottage cheese, bread soaked in milk, cooked rike, nuts and seeds, muesli, beef without fat, cooked poultry, grasshoppers, crickets, mealworms, scrambled and boiled eggs.

Keep in mind that although the foods I laid above are considered safe for a hamster, there are a lot of others that aren’t safe at all. You should never feed your hamster with watermelon, tomatoes, citrus fruits, canned foods, apple seeds, eggplant, foods that have whole oats, raw kidney beans, raw beans, chocolate, garlic, onion, raw potatoes, rhubarb, or almonds. Considering that these animals are nocturnal and will usually roam around during the night, you will have to feed them in the evening. Don’t feed them from plastic bowls ever. They will also need a clean and spacious cage and fresh water on top of the right food to have a healthy life.

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zalie · 2 years

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I have been prescribed 1130000ml of furry potato each day

#i just converted the average weight of a guinea pig to ml lol #they are a very cute furry potato #i can't tell if they look uncomfortable though #most piggies would but this one seems pretty chill xD #some guinea pigs are weird like that #like mine which i can't even touch #very cute picture on first glance #thank you <3 #ask zalie #blueberryrock

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parkerluvsu · 2 years

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fluffy friends/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

@sinhasfluffyheadfur: was looking at the cat gif and thought of aot characters with cats

a/n: SUCH A CUTE IDEA!!! this sort of turned into what kind of cats i think they would be...

characters included in this post :Annie Leonhart, Hange Zoe, Mikasa Ackerman, Pieck Finger, Sasha Braus

cw/tw: none!

Annie: • i think she would be a little.. awkward at first? she wouldn't be used to having something so small and soft in her arms • her and her cat would probably just have staring contests all the time • she would name her cat something like a human name, like bob or something • over time i think she would get very attached to her furry fluffball • annie would start out by being weirded out when her cat slept with her, but now she really likes the little warm fluff next to her as she sleeps • i think she would have a Norwegian forest cat, very fluffy, fairly chill, basically annie as a cat Hange: • they would have multiple cats FOR SURE • but in all honesty levi would probably have to step in and take care of their cats for them sometimes • probably only has room for 2, levi made sure they didn't go over their head with more than 2 • i think hange is really good with cats, i feel like they have the same energy • will maybe force their cats to cuddle with them • makes toys for their cats, like little feather wands and stuff like that • i think they would have a couple bengals, a bengal is very high energy and very cute, just like hange, they would probably name them something like tom and jerry cuz theyre a little corny • also they had to get each cat a different collar because they kept forgetting which is which • they trained their cats to lay on their shoulders while they work because why not :) Mikasa: • kind of like annie in the sense where at first she's a little awkward • i think she grew up with a cat so she's fond of them • would only want one cat because im sure she would get overwhelmed with too many • i think someone like hange would have to teach them how to pick up cats the right way and stuff like that • probably feeds her cat the most expensive cat food, like yknow the stuff that's called fancy feast or smth like that? yea mikasa's cat lives on that stuff • doesn't notice when she has cat hair all over her clothes, so she becomes kind of like a cat, shedding the hair everywhere • she would have a chartreux! • a chartreux is a pretty chill cat, not too much attention needed, and loves to sit on laps Pieck: • cat lover. enough said. • i mean just look at her!!! she basically a cat anyway • biggest cat lover out of the bunch, it's true isayama told me • would love a cuddly cat that she can just wrap up in a blanket and lay with • buys all natural kitty food because she's a bit of a hipster yk • she would love to raise a cat, like getting it at 5-7 months old and raising it as her own child, such a cutie • she would have a himalayan!!! • veryyyy fluffy and soft, loves to just lay around and do nothing • bit of a quiet cat so pieck would buy her cat a little collar with a bell so she can know where they are • will place little beds around her house to her cat can sleep wherever, probably her cat has their own bed ON piecks bed Sasha: • second best cat owner after pieck!! • loves everything about them, loves soft cats the most • their cat would probably get pretty... round due to the fact that sasha feeds them like 5 times a day • named something like potato • probably started liking cats when she got a job catsitting for her neighbor and decided she wanted one of her own • i think she would have a manx, she was drawn in by the fact that it didn't have a tail, and she was like "this one right here sir" • manx's actually kind of like to play fetch, and i think sasha would love coming home and throwing a little toy around for her cat to chase

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