#Tw: rats

[batwynn]

I’m seeing a weird uptick in people commenting nasty stuff on people’s non-cat/dog pet stuff again and not so gentle reminder:

Your phobia or dislike of certain animals does not give you the right to harass and bully people who love and share them.

Use the blacklist tag like a normal human being, and leave people who love rats or snakes or bugs etc. the fuck alone.

[doodle-with-alizard]

This is the guy you people have been tearing limbs over?!

(Old doodle shitpost)

[sandersstimboards]

Dukexiety Stimboard for anonymous

[john-gosh-darnielle]

and something

has got

to give

[ratking-pkmn]

page 2 >:3

[idolgifted]

mephisto. I will probably never post a picture of myself but please accept this picture of my pet rat. His name is Rufus.

And before someone asks why he's the only one, he has to be alone. He unfortunately unalived his cage mate before I adopted him. He's still very spoiled for an older rat and I love him to death.

Please no negative comments.

[magicalincorrectrobodokiquotes]

"Our Costumes Can't Be Beat" Clip

Anne was looking around. It was ODDLY quiet for a night like this, even with Halloween decorations up and eerie music playing.

Raven looked just as confused.

“Where’s Frances?” Anne asked.

“Out doing lab stuff…least I was…told. I haven’t seen much of the core detectives, come to think of it.”

Anne looked at Santiago. “Can you go check on Frances? Make sure they’re not a vampire or werewolf or mummy?”

“Will do, sol de circo!”

“Now where’s Theodore?” Anne looked around.

Didn’t take long to hear Theodore’s giggles and Henry panicking.

“Oh god.” Anne worried.

She rushed over to see Theodore dangling a toy rat on a sleeping Wheeler’s nose.

“Theodore, you’re in big trouble.” Henry scolded.

“What? It’s not MY fault he’s scared of rats and told us on HALLOWEEN.” Theodore giggled.

Henry facepalmed. “Do you want to die?”

“Meh. I can’t die, remember?”

“That explains a lot.” Henry muttered.

[batwynn]

Trick or Treat!

Here you go!

[shalmonsdraws]

i say hello old chap

[star-anise]

I really wonder if trauma theorists who say things like "Humans are the only animal that will be in a fright state when physically safe" or "the rest of the animal kingdom doesn't get PTSD" have ever, like

Do you think they've actually ever met an animal?

[strykingback]

OST: Rat Slayers

"Hideyoshi... looks like some Rats got into the base and I mean alot of them. Perfect for me to do some Target Practice!!!!" Zek growled loading up Hayha.

"Good been meaning to relieve some pressure from this dumbass challenge Ace had to force on us." Hideyoshi said having Aegis Alpha out in its shield mode.

[sillysiluriforme]

he got the munchies <3

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[sorrel-minis]

YOU BETTER NOT BE CUNTY RAT WHEN I GET THERE!

Me when they get there:

The one on the left wears designer doll clothes and has a purebred pet roach. The one on the righr wears hand made clothes made from authentic human hair accessories. She also has a pet bee.

[how-now-a-rat]

They say we can't reclaim "tranny" as if they haven't called our voices "tranny voice" for years, as if they haven't called us "tranny dykes" forever, as if cis people actually care who they hit with that word. I have been called "tranny," I have been called it in multiple languages, in many ways, people in my high school used it to attack me like any other trans person, queer people did. People used it to mock, to hurt, aggrivate, to try to bond.

But they push us out of feminist spaces because suddenly we don't understand anymore, they push us out of sapphic spaces because they deem our bodies gross, our self-expression wrong, and now they push us out of trans spaces because we don't suffer enough. I wonder how much more pain I am supposed to shoulder before it will be enough for it to be deemed worth talking about, for it to be deemed worth discussing, reclaiming.

Because we have the bi experience, the ace, and inter experience: every side turns us away. We're too queer and too damaged, and then we're not queer enough, haven't suffered enough.

All this when you won't even let us talk about our pain in our own voices. How will you ever know it if you never listen; if you make us afraid to talk?

[melonsharks]

this is gonna let us finally keep up with the bad kids!

[suiana]

(yandere! gym rat x gn! pilates princess/prince/liege)

"cutie! you're back again!"

"...yes? this is a public gym."

you stare at the buff man before rolling your eyes and going back to doing your squats.

he's weird, you think. always watching you, trying to chat you up while not so subtly mentioning how he knows where you stay and some private life details.

you don't want to get close to him even if he seems nice.

i mean, he looks and acts pretty dumb. kinda like a beefy himbo. but what if he isn't a himbo? you'd be in a precarious situation then. men are emotional creatures after all. who knows what he'd do?

"hey want me to spot you! you're doing squats-"

"yeah, without weights. i think I'll be fine, thank you very much."

you snap at him, eyes narrowed as you turn up the volume of your music. ugh, will he just leave you alone? all you ever want is to exercise in peace! do your silly little pilates... but no! he has to annoy you all the time!

"w-well... if you need me I'll be in my corner... doing pilates... you know, because i picked it up for you..."

you glance at him as he walks to his pink mat near you, pitifully getting on his knees as he does some pilates exercises. you would've totally ignored him if not for the moans and whimpers he let out with each rep he did.

you pause your squats, raising an eyebrow as your cheeks flush slightly red. was he always this noisy even with his normal exercises?

"dude can you shut- and you're not doing it right... you need to do it like this."

you walk up to him, taking off your headphones as you adjust his position. hopefully this would help him to shut up... he probably just made the noise because he wasn't in the correct pose. your hands brush against his sweaty skin, helping him to get into the correct position instead.

but as you were doing so, he let out even more noises, flustering you beyond belief. what the heck?! can he just shut up?!

you immediately retract your hands, staring at him like he just murdered somebody before walking away.

nuh uh, you're not dealing with freaky men anymore. you tried helping him but he just wouldn't stop his silly acts.

"s-sweetie wait! I'm sorry! please keep going!"

the male whines, immediately crawling after you as his cheeks flush a beautiful hue of red. however, you obviously ignored him, walking back to your own mat as you resumed your squats, headphones plugged in with music blasting loudly.

ugh, so he really is a weird beefy himbo.