#Animal Torture

[vegandude73]

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Downtown owl by Chuck Klosterman has been on my reading list for probably a decade. I've read most all of closterman's books on music and I always enjoyed them. So the summer I decided I would go ahead and tackle Downtown Owl.

I got about halfway through and right in the middle of the book apropos of absolutely nothing was the description of torture and killing of someone's pet cat.

It was graphic and disgusting and added absolutely no nothing to the story. It had no reason to be there. I was so disgusted I just stopped the book right there.

The book honestly was not that good to begin with, definitely not up with some of the other books of his I have read. And in the end I paid $17 just to be completely and utterly disgusted.

This was not a horror novel, this was supposed to be a humor novel. And to have that jump out, out of nowhere is absolutely Unforgivable.

DO NOT BUY/READ THIS BOOK.

[sixbucks]

When you’re trying to pay bills, check insurance, complete forms on medical portals, call your MIL with dementia and stuff… you know, just TCB and your dog (s) are sitting stock still and staring directly at your face with big glassy eyes as if you have never payed them any attention in their entire lives but you don’t give in and they finally surrender and heave that (huffy?) sigh and go back to their bed(s).

i love when pets huff or sigh dramatically. like i am sorry. you're so right. you live such a laborious life. it must be so difficult to take naps and get pet and fed treats and played with all day. really a packed schedule youve got there boss. how do you manage it all. well no matter i'd say it's time for your well earned 7th afternoon nap

[leaujongyongnews]

Crypto Scammer Sean Kirtz Arrested For Animal Torture In Boca Raton

Kirtz Ordered To Pay $405K In Crypto Suit, Then Sued By Local Real Estate Firm. Now Animal Torture Arrest.

BOCA RATON, FL - Boca Raton resident Sean Kirtz is facing an animal torture charge following his arrest by Boca Raton Police on Wednesday. Kirtz, of St. Andrews Blvd., was booked into jail at 11:49 on Wednesday morning. He was released on $3,000 bond just before 2 a.m. Thursday.

Kirtz, in late 2021, was accused of not taking care of “Isabella,” a dog described as a “black/brown juvenile Australian Shepherd mix,” after a babysitter discovered the animal in poor condition and took it to Boca Veterinary Clinic. The clinic reported Isabella’s poor condition to Palm Beach County Animal Care and Control which initiated procedures to take custody of the animal.

According to a court filing: “Dr. Ana Poeck, DVM, testified that she examined Isabella (aka Izzy) on December 15, 2021. She testified that Izzy was underweight, unkempt, she had an ear infection, she had scabs on her face and head, had bruising in her groin area, and had wounds on her body. Dr. Poeck testified that Isabella was in, “all kinds of discomfort.” Isabella was very thirsty and hungry; she drank a whole bowl of water in the clinic and readily ate all the treats offered. Dr. Poeck testified that it was very unusual for a well-cared for pet to be that thirsty and hungry. Most of the diagnostics and medications suggested by Dr. Poeck were declined. Dr. Poeck testified that she called Mr. Kirtz but he did not seem interested in speaking to her.”

“On December 26, 2021, Officers from ACC responded to Mr. Kirt’s home located at 20913 Saint Andrews Boulevard, Boca Raton, Florida 33433 in response to the complaint. ACC Officer Mitchell testified that he and Officer Arguelles inspected Isabella and noted that she had obvious wounds on her arms, legs, and back. Mr. Kirtz did not know what was wrong with Isabella and wasn’t able to provide any veterinary records showing medical care for her.”

Palm Beach County Animal Care and Control took Isabella and has nursed her back to health. On February 7th, Palm Beach County Judge Edward Garrison entered an order prohibiting Kirtz from possessing animals. Read the complete order, below. It was not immediately clear if Kirtz’s arrest on Wednesday is part of this ongoing case, or a new matter now being prosecuted. We will update with the arrest report once it is released.

Sean Kirtz was accused of running a Crytpo Currency scam in 2018 and ordered by a federal judge to pay $405,000 to a disgruntled investor. He was subsequently sued by “Florida’s Best Realty Services” after allegedly posting negative reviews when the company claimed he frauduently filed a lease application.

[expfcultragreen]

Hunters when theyre laughing at how people dont know the deer is dying: "had to check my cctv cam to see how it got stuck"

[glindathegoodbitch143]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C_yjf87Sz8k/?igsh=MTRxOW02YXE1bWY2dw==

Why TF did he have the bird?

Seagull soup - absolutely

[vegandude73]

[sansan9]

[christiknowl]

Be Careful; Your Character Is Showing by Christina Knowles

Do all animals deserve to be treated with respect and compassion? How you answer this question will say a lot about your character. This topic has been boiling just under the surface of my mind for some time now. When I hear someone say something, which, in my opinion, is cruel about animals, I automatically think less of them as a person. This has been on my mind lately because I have recently…

[pmpwbrrs]

It does not care

[haliaiii]

I am once again thinking about persona 2

[vegandude73]

[s2pdoktopus]

Doing empathy on your shidi's victim

[eggsistential-breakdown]

started making this a couple weeks ago and then learned there's an art contest for it! had a lot more in mind for this but the deadline is as good of an excuse as any to force myself to take things manageably. Hopefully will be able to get to the end of it someday it's so epic in my brain hrgrgghgh

Song is by @sparkbirdmusic

also I have a YouTube channel now :3

[sakuraszn]

ft. katsuki bakugo x reader

summary: bakugo losing you in a fight

The battlefield was a graveyard of destruction, littered with smoking rubble, twisted metal, and the lingering echoes of chaos. Katsuki Bakugo stood frozen in the aftermath, his chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. His body was covered in cuts and bruises, his hero suit tattered and burned, but none of that mattered. Not when his crimson eyes were locked on the lifeless body lying in the debris-strewn street.

You.

His hands trembled at his sides, caked in soot and dried blood. The once-bright explosions he wielded with such precision had dimmed, his palms now useless as they twitched at his sides. His knees buckled as he took slow, hesitant steps forward, his vision blurring at the edges.

“Nah… Nah, no fuckin’ way…” His voice cracked, barely a whisper, as he dropped to his knees beside you. His heart pounded violently in his chest, his mind refusing to process what lay before him.

Your body—so warm, so full of life just hours ago—was now cold and motionless. Blood pooled beneath you, a deep crimson that stained the pavement, seeping into the cracks like it belonged there. A deep gash ran along your side, your hero suit torn, burned, and shredded beyond recognition. The color had drained from your face, and your once-bright eyes were closed, as if you were simply asleep.

But you weren’t.

You weren’t breathing.

You weren’t waking up.

“No…” Bakugo reached out, hesitating before his fingertips brushed against your cheek. Your skin was icy beneath his touch. His breath hitched, his throat tightening to the point of suffocation. “No, dammit—wake up. Get up, get up.”

Silence.

His hands curled into fists as he slammed them onto the pavement beside your body. His explosions sputtered weakly, flickering like dying embers, as if they, too, were grieving with him. His shoulders shook as his head fell forward, his forehead pressing against yours.

He could still remember the last thing you said to him: —“Be careful, Katsuki. I’ll see you when this is over.”

But you wouldn’t.

You weren’t coming back.

A guttural sound ripped from his throat, raw and broken, as his grief consumed him. He was Katsuki Bakugo, the strongest, the best, the one who won.

So why the fuck hadn’t he won this time?

Why hadn’t he protected you?

The battle had been brutal, a war against a villain who had been too powerful, too ruthless. The fight had pushed everyone to their limits, but Bakugo had been so sure he could keep you safe. You had fought side by side, just like always, watching each other’s backs.

And then—

Then you had shoved him out of the way.

His mind replayed the moment in agonizing detail. The way you had thrown yourself forward, the way your body had shielded his. The explosion that followed, the blinding light, the deafening roar. The smell of burning, of smoke, of blood.

Your blood.

His hands clawed at his hair as he let out a ragged, shuddering breath. “You fuckin’—why?!” His voice broke mid-scream, the anguish ripping through him like a blade. “Why’d you do that, huh?! Why the hell did you save me?!”

You weren’t supposed to.

He was supposed to be the one standing over your body, not the other way around.

You were supposed to yell at him for being reckless. You were supposed to slap his shoulder and roll your eyes when he got too cocky. You were supposed to be here, alive.

Not like this.

Not like this.

His vision blurred with tears he refused to acknowledge, his hands gripping at your body as if holding you tighter would somehow bring you back. His breathing came in sharp, uneven gasps, his body trembling as his fingers brushed over your bloodstained lips.

He was The Katsuki Bakugo.

He was supposed to be the strongest.

So why… why couldn’t he save the person who mattered most?

The sound of approaching footsteps barely registered in his mind. Someone was calling his name—Deku, Todoroki, maybe even Kirishima—but he didn’t turn. He didn’t care.

Because in that moment, the world around him was empty. Cold. Silent.

Just like you.

The battlefield was eerily quiet now. The smoke still curled in lazy tendrils, the rubble still groaned under its own weight, but to Katsuki Bakugo, the world had already gone still. His chest heaved as he held onto you, arms wrapped around your broken form, his fingers curled into the fabric of your tattered hero suit. The warmth had long since faded from your skin, and yet he clung to you as if he could force it back, as if sheer willpower alone could bring you back.

He didn’t care about the blood soaking through his gloves, didn’t care about the way his own wounds stung and throbbed. None of it mattered—not when you were gone.

He didn’t even register the voices at first. They were distant, muffled, like he was underwater.

“Bakugo…” A familiar voice—hoarse, choked with emotion. Midoriya.

Bakugo didn’t move.

“Bakugo, we need to—”

A hand reached for his shoulder, but the second he felt it, something in him snapped.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” His voice was raw, his body trembling as he pulled you closer, shielding you like they were trying to rip away the last piece of you he had left. His throat ached from how hard he was breathing, his teeth clenched so tightly they felt like they’d crack. “Don’t… don’t you dare—”

“Bakugo, please,” Kirishima tried, his own voice unsteady. His red eyes were wet, pained, his usually sturdy stance uncertain. “We— we have to move her. We can’t leave her like this.”

Like this.

Like you were just another body to clean up after a battle. Like you weren’t his whole damn world, the one person he would have burned everything down for.

His head shook violently, his fingers tightening around your lifeless form. “No,” he choked out, voice breaking. “No, she’s—she’s gonna wake up. She always gets up. Just… just give her a second, alright?” His voice cracked on the last word, desperation dripping from every syllable. “She’s just tired.”

Midoriya made a strangled sound from behind him, and Bakugo could hear the way he was barely holding it together. “Kacchan…”

“SHUT UP!” His voice tore through the air, but it held no bite, only pain. His vision swam as his forehead pressed against yours, his breath fanning over your cold skin. “You can’t… you can’t leave me like this. You promised.”

You had promised him forever.

He never wanted forever without you.

His whole body shook as the weight of it all began to crush him. The reality, the finality. You weren’t waking up. No matter how tightly he held you, no matter how much he screamed, how much he begged—

You were gone.

A strangled sob ripped from his throat as his body curled around yours. The tears that had threatened to fall finally broke free, streaming down his dirt-streaked face as his entire world shattered in his hands. His arms trembled, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, your hair, trying to memorize every last detail before it was too late.

They tried again, and this time, he didn’t fight back.

Didn’t scream.

Didn’t explode.

Because he was empty.

He barely felt it when Kirishima’s hands grabbed his shoulders, barely registered the way Midoriya knelt beside him, his own face streaked with silent tears. They were talking, pleading with him, but the words didn’t reach him.

His body was being pulled away from yours, and he felt himself breaking all over again, arms stretching out desperately as if he could somehow reach you again.

“Please,” his voice was barely above a whisper now, so hoarse, so weak. “Please don’t take her from me…”

And as he crashed against Kirishima’s chest, sobbing so hard his whole body convulsed, Katsuki Bakugo finally understood what it meant to lose.

And Katsuki Bakugo, for the first time in his life, had lost his everything.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

[y3aj-3002]

shitmpos idle because I got a little better and I changed my artstyle

Shimpo

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