#and then i noticed the vet thing
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smute · 1 year ago
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always so funny when im watching American Entertainment Media and there's a mention of a veteran or an army person or something like they'll go "he's in the navy!" and i'll be like "oh word! kick him harder!" but then they're being extra nice and it always takes me a full minute to rewind my thoughts and manually erase the "(derogatory)" connotation attached to these words
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fuck-kirk · 2 years ago
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My cat: *breathing heavily and making skrunkly noises*
Vet: oh, did you bring her in because she has a little cold?
Me: no, she’s just like that
Vet: oh
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so we all agree siegfried has autism and tris adhd right
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science-doyourstuff · 1 year ago
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I had to do client counseling for a euthanasia today at the vet clinic while extremely delirious with a fever and I am pretty sure I fucked it up
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anintellectualblonde · 5 months ago
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Whatever. *makes your llamas experience uncanny valley*
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rotwhyler · 5 months ago
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garret likes his new cat tree 🥺 come summer we're gonna trim those bushes in front of my window so he can see outside better.
i also got him a vet appointment for a week from now!! he has a mouth thing going on, but still eating+drinking+taking treats as normal so i think it will be okay!
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guldaastan · 7 months ago
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i've recently noticed a pattern that i'm not sure that i like. we have hundreds of fundraisers circulating on this site. many of them go without donations for days/weeks. if any fundraiser receives donations, its because the posts stand out/ something very tragic has happened to someone in the family.
for example, the nineteen year old, Shaban Al-Dalou, who was burnt alive a few days ago had a fundraiser. the family only reached their goal after losing that poor boy. i cannot understand why couldn't we have helped him before? i dont know how the family will cope with his loss.
so ask yourself, is genocide not a simple enough reason to donate? or do you need the family to be hit with a tragedy to even consider donating? everyone, i mean EVERYONE in gaza has experienced unimaginable loss and pain and destruction. they've lost their homes, livlihood, friends and family.
humanity has existed for so long because we care. we love each other and are hurt to see others' suffering.
you don't have to wait for tragedy to strike someone to donate. they are going through starvation, forced displacement, and mass murder. please care about this.
do not decrease the meaning of the word genocide. it breaks my heart to see the suffering of the people of gaza at the hands of their colonizers.
I've just got one thing left to say, save my friend mahmoud and his family. they deserve to live just like everyone. help him secure a better future for his family.
donate here || vetted by @gazafunds
[ @mahmoudjumaa1238 ]
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decayingdarlings · 8 months ago
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Me when I take my cat to the vet: they're going to kill me with hammers for being a bad owner (cat is perfectly healthy and just coming here for his shots)
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omgthatdress · 8 months ago
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Sooooo ummmmmmm this is something that's probably going to piss a lot of people off, but I feel like I really need to say it.
If you get a message from an account claiming to be a Palestinian fundraiser, it is a bot. It is a scam. You need to report & delete the message and encourage others to do the same.
I know because I get messages on this account DAILY. I have a very high follower count and I'm pretty active and I interact with my followers a lot, and apparently that all adds up to one big bot magnet.
Bots following and messaging this account was a MASSIVE problem before Tumblr fixed its new account policies. I used to spend literally hours blocking and reporting the hundreds of bots that I would get following me each day.
I learned a lot about bots and how to identify them. The easiest way is with no avatar, "untitled" in the blog description (BTW if your avatar is still set to default PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD change it because you run a substantial risk of being accidentally blocked & reported as a bot).
One of the dead give aways of a bot was what I call "word salad" names. Three seemingly random words strung together making no sense, always adjective, adjective or noun, noun. If you reported a lot of these bots, you'd notice the same words kept showing up.
Nowadays, I am bombarded with fundraiser requests and sometimes, they don't even bother to hide the fact that they're a bot. The avatar is default, the blog title is "untitled," and the blog name is a classic randomly-generated word salad.
However MOST of the requests I get come from at least semi-legit looking accounts. There are pictures, a name, a story. Never mind that I've gotten that message three times from different accounts.
Sometimes, they claim to be vetted, but the whole vetting system essentially adds up to "trust me bro." There is no way of guaranteeing that this account isn't just lying about being vetted, claiming to be vetted by a false person, or are using the identity of a real Palestinian to scam people.
Previously, I've seen a lot of people getting attacked for raising questions about these fundraisers and getting attacked for being racist or for harming Palestinian families in danger, like Tumblr isn't a website famous for its scams and the words "The Arkh Project" "All or Nothing" or "Miss Officer and Mr. Truffles" mean nothing to you.
I personally have been scammed by people claiming to be charities on Tumblr before, specifically, The Leelah Project which used the name of a trans teenager who died by suicide to swindle people out of their money.
Luckily, there are actual, respected charities out there you can give money to if you want to help the cause:
Palestinian Children's Relief Fund
Palestine Red Crescent Society
United Nations Relief Works Agency
Islamic Relief
World Central Kitchen
Médecins Sans Frontièrs
One of the hardest things to accept about the situation in Palestine is that realistically, there is very little that your average outsider can do to change it. However, these large, well-respected and trustworthy charities are out there doing the hard work to keep people alive, and should be where the donation money is going
These scam bots feed on people's naïvety and need to believe that they are making a difference, and even worse, feed on the fear that by ignoring them, it somehow makes you a racist doing direct harm to a refugee family, when in fact they are using the suffering of Palestinians to take away money from those in need.
As far as fundraisers that don't send out random asks for donations, I honestly don't know. You'll have to do the work yourself and approach with much caution.
Be careful out there.
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sukunasweetheart · 5 months ago
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Boyfriend kuna who has the pleasure of meeting your giant domesticated cat that looks exactly like him (but no one actually sees the resemblance except you..)
"That fucker is big. You sure it's not some wild feral cat?"
"Don't call him a fucker! And he's not feral... not anymore, at least."
Kittykuna seems indifferent to your cooing and doting as he remains in a loaf position, and something about the scene feels strangely familiar...
Kittykuna makes eye contact with sukuna - and then hisses.
"... i can see that he's certainly friendly."
"Oh, dont be like that. It took me ages to get close to him as well."
Kittykuna seems very protective of you. Whenever you're lounging about in the living room, he will curl up on your lap or in your arms, and make biscuits on your plush body while making eye contact with sukuna, purring. It mildly pisses him off, but he can't make it known that he's even remotely jealous of a cat.
They clash a lot, you often hear sukuna cursing under his breath and verbally chastising your cat, but their harmless beef and the way he will sometimes return with little scratches or bite marks on his arms make you laugh so hard. It takes a few weeks for them to warm up to each other.
It's very entertaining to watch kittykuna obscure sukuna's vision with his tail when he's lying down to watch tv. He takes his revenge later on by pretending to give him treats, only to hover it away from him. You have to intervene in the end, to scold him for teasing your cat too much.
Sukuna then comes up with a brilliant idea of getting a second cat.
"Don't you think it's a bit boring for him being alone in the house all the time?"
"Really? I don't know... he can be a bit territorial, I'm worried he won't get along with a new cat well."
"Never know 'til we try it."
And then, well, sukuna ends up bringing another cat home. Of course, you don't notice it, but she resembles you.
It takes time to properly and slowly introduce the new cat to your home and to kittykuna. They're both very cautious of each other at first. But you soon see the ice melting, with them gradually becoming comfortable enough to be in the same room, to sharing toys, eating meals together, and then finally beginning to groom each other.
In fact, you find that they soon become inseparable. You've never seen kittykuna become so clingy before. It's like every other day that you see him licking the other cat's fur in his arms, while it purrs contently with her eyes closed.
Sukuna seems proud of himself.
"What did i tell you? He was lonely."
"You didn't say lonely. You said bored," you correct him, crossing your arms.
"Whatever you say, princess."
Watching the cats be all lovey dovey makes him feel like doing the same...
Months later, it soon comes to your attention, that the newer kitty has gained a bit of weight. When you and sukuna take her to the vet (to kittykuna's displeasure) you find out that she is pregnant.
The gasp you let out is dramatic, and sukuna can only laugh as he shakes his head.
"The two of you have been up to naughty things while we weren't watching..." you tell the cats with your hands on your hips. You should've seen it coming, from the way kittykuna always seemed to mount the new cat possessively.
Though you are really excited to see the newborn kittens soon...
"Leave them be. In fact, don't you think they're good role models for us...?" Sukuna recites in your ear teasingly, deeply chuckling.
"I don't know what you mean..."
I suppose you're about to find out exactly what he means tonight...
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I can not tell if harley is sick or if her allergies are just worse this year
Other than more frequent sneezing and being a little quieter and a little extra sleepy last week shes acting totally normal
But shes not lethargic. She didn't eat or drink much yesterday but sometimes that fluctuates anyway and shes been eating and drinking just fine today and had been before yesterday except maybe Wednesday but the weather was fluctuating again and allergens were high that day
Its possible shes having a reaction to the carpet cleaner cuz that was in and on my vacuum when I used it Monday (and her symptoms showed up soon after that) and I havent washed my rug so its possible I didn't get all of it back out of the rug after the vacuum spit it out
So im gonna clean my room this week and dust and wash everything and see if that helps
Like she was less sneezey when my mom took her outside earlier than she's been in the house all week (and she spends most of her time in my room)
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She was doing yoga
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kutyaharapas · 1 year ago
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there is always such a difference in feeling when im surrounded by people and when im surrounded by animals and nature
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colombogramme · 7 months ago
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When you make posts about fundraisers, one thing you will notice is whether the post helps bring in donations or not. You can see if your words motivate people to donate. Lately, this has been fucking depressing because people are expressing genuine apathy to the most horrific and vile violence and suffering.
Previously, I mentioned how Shahed (@shahdhatem) has survived a shooting in her area. Only a few donations has been received.
Two week laters, I bring up the fact that she is near an intense shooting. Even less donations than before.
Now I have mentioned that she was very close to getting killed in a bombing, and no one donates.
I know donations have slowed down, but the lack of compassion is what draws the line for me! What more can I say? Isn’t Shahed and her family going through a fucking genocide enough? It should be enough! 
At the same time, I have seen the same people donate to multiple fundraisers. It makes me wish others would do the same. So please give Shahed and her family a chance. Donate and share. She is already anxious about the slow pace of her fundraiser and we should do everything in our power to make sure she doesn’t think twice about it! 
Donate here
Commissions in exchange of donations here
Vetted by @/nabulsi
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digitaldaydreamm · 25 days ago
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we need more rafe and bsf reader content pls☹️☹️
unspoken claim
rafe x childhood friend!reader
| summary | you just got dropped off from a totally casual hangout with a guy, but you didn’t tell rafe—because, well, he’s not your boyfriend… right?
warnings: possessive, overprotective, “he’s not even your boyfriend but acts like it” energy
a/n: i'm baaaaack, did you miss me? 🤭
part 2 | masterlist | taglist
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⋆。𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°
You barely notice the tension in the air until the car slows to a stop in your driveway.
“So, this is you?” the guy—Noah or Nathan or whatever—asks from the driver’s seat, drumming his fingers nervously against the wheel.
You nod, giving a polite smile as you unbuckle your seatbelt. “Yeah… thanks for driving.”
“It was fun,” he says, then hesitates. “So… who’s that?”
Your stomach dips the second you follow his gaze. There, sitting on your porch steps with his elbows on his knees, brows furrowed, is Rafe. His truck’s parked all jacked up in the driveway like he’d swung it in with no care for lines or curbs.
He’s not even looking at you. Just staring dead ahead, jaw tight, tongue pushing against his cheek like he’s trying real hard not to lose it already.
“Oh, uh,” you say quickly, fumbling with the door handle, “that’s just Rafe. He’s my—he’s basically my best friend.”
The words feel stupid as soon as they leave your mouth.
The guy raises his brows. “He looks… pissed.”
You force a laugh and open the door. “He always looks like that. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
You don’t wait for a reply.
The second your shoes hit the driveway, it’s like the energy shifts—hard. Rafe’s eyes finally meet yours, sharp and cold and unreadable. He stands up slow, all six feet and something of him, broad and angry and radiating that you’re in trouble silence.
You swallow. “Hey…”
He doesn’t respond. Just nods toward the car still idling behind you. “That him?”
You glance back, awkward. “Rafe—”
“S'that him?” he repeats, firmer now, like he’s two seconds away from walking up and yanking the guy out through the window.
“Yes,” you snap, suddenly annoyed. “Not that it’s your business.”
He scoffs, stepping closer until you’re practically backed into your own front door. “Not my business?” he laughs bitterly, eyes flicking down to your outfit—casual but cute, the kind of thing you only wear when you’re trying. “You went out with some random asshole, didn’t tell me where you were going, didn’t answer your phone—nah, you’re right, not my business at all.”
You roll your eyes. “Oh my god, Rafe, it wasn’t a date.”
He gets in your face then, low and intense, voice full of venomous sarcasm. “Ohhh, right. Not a date. Just you, dressed like that, giggling in some guy’s passenger seat, letting him drop you off like he’s doing you a fucking favor. Real casual.”
“You’re overreacting.”
“And you’re outta your fuckin’ mind if you think I’m just gonna sit back and watch you get played by some dude who probably asked you out on Snapchat.”
You shove his chest lightly. “Jesus, Rafe, chill.”
He catches your wrist, holding it—not hard, but firm. “You forget who the fuck’s always been here, kid?”
Your heart skips. That damn nickname.
“You think he gives a shit about you?” Rafe sneers. “You think he knows how you take your coffee? That you can’t sleep with the closet door open? That you cry during vet commercials when the dog dies?”
You try to pull your hand back, but he doesn’t let go.
“He doesn’t know shit about you,” he growls. “But I do. And I always fucking have.”
Your voice is small. “So what, Rafe? You jealous?”
His jaw ticks.
And then, suddenly, he lets go of your wrist, takes a step back, and rips his phone out of his back pocket. “Nah,” he mutters, turning away and heading back down the porch steps.
He turns, takes two steps off the porch, then throws a look over his shoulder with that unhinged kind of calm.
“Is that the little fucker you’ve been giggling on your phone with?” he spits. “That the reason you’ve been ignoring me like some bratty fuckin’ teenager?”
You blink. “I haven’t—”
“Save it,” he snaps. “You think I don’t notice when you switch tabs the second I walk in? When your phone’s flipped face-down every time I show up? You think I’m fucking stupid?”
“Rafe—”
“Don’t,” he cuts in sharply, marching to his truck, fury practically vibrating off him. “Next time he drops you off, tell him to stop halfway up the block—unless he wants me waiting at the curb.”
You cross your arms. “You’re insane.”
“And you’re lucky I didn’t pull him outta the car,” he says, climbing into his truck like he didn’t just full-on stalk your casual hangout and threaten a guy with only eye contact and attitude. “Next time you’re bored, call me. Don’t go playing games with little boys who don’t know what the fuck to do with you.”
You stare at him.
Then he slams the door, starts the engine with a roar, and peels out like he’s doing it for dramatic effect—like the growl of the tires is part of the statement.
You’re left in the silence, heart hammering.
Not his girlfriend. Not his problem. And yet...
(you still haven’t blocked your location on Find My Friends.) (and he still shows up.)
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absoluteabsolem · 1 year ago
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i started the bear and it is great as everyone knows but it also confirms my theory that the cooking and flower industries are very similar if you're working at high-standard places. i too used to throw up every day before work. perhaps it is too early for me to watch this
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rosemaryhoney27 · 2 days ago
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Gotham's Sunshine Child part 1
No one knew when exactly Danny Fenton had arrived in Gotham. One day, he was just there—a quiet, gangly sixteen-year-old with a ratty backpack, a stitched-up hoodie, and a smile that could melt the icicles off Victor Fries’ heart. The city hadn’t noticed him at first, too preoccupied with surviving itself. But Danny? Danny noticed everything.
And when Gotham finally turned its eyes toward him, it fell in love.
It started with a mugger.
That particular evening, a man with shaky hands and a knife cornered Danny in an alley just off Crime Alley. Standard Gotham fare. But instead of fighting back or running away, Danny had blinked at the mugger, reached into his pocket, and handed over the cash.
"Here. It's not much," he had said, voice warm. "But there's a soup kitchen two blocks from here. Tell Lisa I sent you. She makes killer lentil stew."
The mugger, stunned into silence, had only managed a confused nod before running off.
Three days later, the same man showed up again—cleaned up, holding a broom, working at a local deli. He later admitted to the cops (and a very baffled Red Hood) that “the kid” had told him he could do better. And he believed him.
It didn’t stop there.
A homeless vet who used to sleep under the old train tracks suddenly had a place to stay and a job fixing bikes. When questioned, he simply said, “That kid gave me his sleeping bag and a flier for a mechanic shop hiring. Then he dragged me there himself.”
Danny did that sort of thing all the time.
The Bat-Family was at a loss.
“He’s not a meta,” Tim had insisted after three all-nighters of research and very little caffeine. “Or, well—maybe he is
but that’s not the point. He’s just… a kid.”
“Who’s doing more good than half our rogues’ gallery does damage,” Barbara added.
“He’s too soft for Gotham,” Jason had snapped once, furious after finding Danny curled up on a park bench in December because he’d given away his coat. Again. “This city chews up people like him.”
But oddly enough, Gotham didn't chew him up.
Instead, Gotham protected him.
Word spread fast. You don’t mess with the Sunshine Kid. Thieves wouldn’t rob him. Dealers would steer clear of his usual paths. Kids in gangs would warn others: Don’t touch the kid in the patched-up hoodie. Even the alley cats followed him around like a pack of miniature bodyguards.
One night, Scarecrow tried to gas a block Danny happened to be on.
The gas didn’t work.
Danny had walked right through it, calm and kind, helping others out of the fog with a hand over their mouths and gentle instructions. The toxin, later analysis showed, had no effect on him.
"I don’t scare easy," Danny had told Nightwing afterward with a shrug.
Which made sense, in retrospect—after all, what was fear to a boy who had already died once?
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