#and then something like this to happen

[lesbxdyke]

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

[tierras]

the mutual aid los angeles network (malan) has put together a spreadsheet with valuable resources for people affected by the ongoing los angeles wildfires and wind storm. the sheet is constantly being updated with resources such as shelter info, animal boarding info, addresses for distribution centers, volunteer opportunities and so much more.

please share this spreadsheet widely

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[reillymackay]

ogh my fucking god man.

[distortionsprite]

i went to my regular weekly goth club the other day, with two friends. one friend got with a girl within 20 minutes of us being there, the third girl hes hooked up with this week. the other friend had to leave after an hour because they had work in the morning. so i was standing there, in a club of half naked goth people, myself being one of them. i thought i looked hot, i put a lot of effort into my looks, especially if i'm going out.

there i stood, leaned against the wall. the same wall i leaned against two years ago before She approached me. god, why am i thinking about her again? why am i here? i guess i hoped that if i leaned against that wall again, someone else would approach me the same way. maybe the wall is enchanted, it makes anyone who leans against it immediately alluring.

eventually i start to crack. ive been holding in a mental breakdown for over a week now, and this is the steel bar that breaks the camels back. i try to stifle the crying, but it never works. a friend... no, an acquaintance... no, someone i used to know walks past me. we lock eyes for a second, mine still streaming, and he turns his head quickly away. he's walking, holding hands with a girl i had a crush on 3 months ago.

my drink is finished now. my friend bought me it to say sorry for ditching me to hook up. then he ditched me to hook up. maybe i can keep farming infinite free drinks this way. it doesnt bother me. it doesnt. it really doesnt.

eventually, however, i am approached. by this point ive stopped crying but im in one of the most foul moods ive ever been in. a man walks up to me. a normal guy. plain white t-shirt, blue jeans, trainers, and a brown overshirt. he has short hair that spikes into a quiff on the top of his head. his beard is neat and presentable. the girl next to me is wearing the most gorgeous goth getup ive ever seen. a hot scene trans woman wearing a mask made of monster energy cans walks past us. i dont need to explain why i wasnt interested in him.

he walks up to me, looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my skirt for just a second too long. he smiles at me without saying anything, but its obvious he's going to start soon. before i let it happen, i walk away. i dont say anything. i dont make a big scene. i just walk away silently, i dont care where, just away from him.

he follows me. i can feel him maybe two or three steps behind me. as i enter the main dance floor area, he taps my shoulder. i turn, i guess out of reflex, not because i wanted to. he indicates for me to follow him, and he tries to grab my hand. obviously i pull away, and i sink silently into the crowd of drunk people. i didnt see him again.

i only came here this week to look for someone in particular. a girl i met last week, out in the smoking area. we really hit it off, i think. but, due to how clubs are, we lost eachother, and we didnt exchange numbers. i was hoping she'd be here tonight. i wandered the club. i stood in the crowd and danced with every circle i could, hoping she'd be in one of them. but, from what i could tell, she wasnt. for some reason i cant stop thinking about her. she was pretty. really pretty. pretty in the way that makes you sick when you look at yourself.

i remember she only smokes Benson & Hedges Blue because theyre cheap, and she doesnt care about the taste. i remarked that i care about the taste, and i hate that brand. she laughed and called me a snob. not entirely untrue, i suppose. and she had these adorable thin rimmed glasses. they were artsy. they were bespoke. she tells me about this one bar, its open until 5am, and tells me i should join her there when this club closes. i say yes, definitely. i dont even give it a second thought. however, before we can leave to go there together, my friend finds us outside. he invites us to a different bar, one ive been to and that he knows i hate. she agrees to go there with him instead, but only if I come along. thats fine, the longer i can spend with this woman the better, i dont care where.

we get to this other bar. the other two are let in fine, but i get searched at the door. its nothing new, its just annoying. eventually im let in as well, but it takes me a second to find my friend. hes sat at the bar, already a drink in hand, chatting with yet another girl. i intend to approach, but then they start kissing. i think its better if i leave them alone for now. so i stood alone again, at this bar that i hate.

i never did see the girl again.

[baristabomb]

...weird amount of dunmeshi fans have been saying being a caretaker in a relationship is the worst thing ever..marcille must want to killl everyone soo bad because doing things for people suuuucks sooo muchh

it's an act of love, not just a job i promise. we all want someone who's willing to take care of us in some way, just like how senshi shows care for others by cooking for them :'|

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[and-corn]

shoutout to the "foolproof" bread recipe I fucked up entirely for inspiring this

[risingsunresistance]

you guys can see this too bc even tho i was wrong i think it's funny

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[soaked-doors]

the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself

[aphel1on]

AuDHD is so funny sometimes like what do you mean my hyperfixations/special interests will last for years on end or possibly forever but they will cycle out every month or two with absolutely no transitional period or warning. like i will think about the same topic every day obsessively for 46 days in a row and on the 47th day with no visible cause adhd brain goes "ok! bored of that now" and autism brain goes "dw i got something queued up for ya" and i blast into full blown obsession on some other topic whose mental file folders haven't opened in 9 months. brain's out here treating hyperfixations like a crop rotation. once the dopamine runs out it cycles in another one but once something's in the rotation it never ever leaves. last summer we brought in one from when i was 11. it's so funny to me but frustrating too bc like. i cannot stress enough my inability to predict or control this. or how completely abrupt and random it can be

[greykolla-art]

I was rereading Skulduggery Pleasant and realised it was a goldmine for cute Alastor & Charlie moments.👌

I’m gonna project genuine friendship onto these fuckers and you can’t stop me!

[ato-dato]

Aziraphale please! He’s been through enough!!!

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side