ruinedchildhood:

what the hell, nickelodeon?

ruinedchildhood:

what the hell, nickelodeon?

transdimensionalboundaries:

dirtybetanerd:

kedreeva:

8bitrevolver:

This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

FUCKING IMPORTANT

The STORY THOUGH.

sixpenceee:

torinbevins:

sixpenceee:

A friend of mine told me this story last year when we were discussing studying abroad. It’s been an urban legend that supposedly has true roots:
TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE
A couple went to visit China. They went to a shopping mall. The woman, who had auburn hair and a tattoo of a rose on her hip, picked out a couple of dresses and tops and went to the fitting room to try them on. Her husband waited outside for her. 
20 minutes passed.
She still wasn’t done. He shrugged it off. 
30 minutes.
He started to get worried.
40 minutes.
He knocked on the door of the fitting room and no answer. He called in an employee, and the employee opened the fitting room door for him.
There was no one in there.
Confused and upset, the man spent hours looking for his wife but to no avail. The hours turned into days, and the days turned into months. He eventually gave up hope and went back home.
4 years later, the man returned to China. He went to visit a circus. He enjoyed it, except for the last moments where they had a sort of “human freak show.” There was a person with all of her limbs cut off. Her face was mutilated beyond recognition, and she was missing a tongue and eyeballs. However, he could distinctly make out a rose tattoo on the hips and bright auburn hair. 

This fucked me up

If anyone wants to know the “truth-side” to this story, I can tell you that in Asian countries (China, Thailand, India) there has been problems of people being kidnapped and mutilated in order to make a profit. While in this story, the poor woman was put into a circus for some sort of sick entertainment, usually the victims are hurt and then made into beggars. The victims are most often children.
The logic is that if someone is crippled, it elicits more sympathy in others and they will bring in more money. You can read first hand accounts here, here & here 

sixpenceee:

torinbevins:

sixpenceee:

A friend of mine told me this story last year when we were discussing studying abroad. It’s been an urban legend that supposedly has true roots:

TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE

A couple went to visit China. They went to a shopping mall. The woman, who had auburn hair and a tattoo of a rose on her hip, picked out a couple of dresses and tops and went to the fitting room to try them on. Her husband waited outside for her. 

20 minutes passed.

She still wasn’t done. He shrugged it off. 

30 minutes.

He started to get worried.

40 minutes.

He knocked on the door of the fitting room and no answer. He called in an employee, and the employee opened the fitting room door for him.

There was no one in there.

Confused and upset, the man spent hours looking for his wife but to no avail. The hours turned into days, and the days turned into months. He eventually gave up hope and went back home.

4 years later, the man returned to China. He went to visit a circus. He enjoyed it, except for the last moments where they had a sort of “human freak show.” There was a person with all of her limbs cut off. Her face was mutilated beyond recognition, and she was missing a tongue and eyeballs. However, he could distinctly make out a rose tattoo on the hips and bright auburn hair. 

This fucked me up

If anyone wants to know the “truth-side” to this story, I can tell you that in Asian countries (China, Thailand, India) there has been problems of people being kidnapped and mutilated in order to make a profit. While in this story, the poor woman was put into a circus for some sort of sick entertainment, usually the victims are hurt and then made into beggars. The victims are most often children.

The logic is that if someone is crippled, it elicits more sympathy in others and they will bring in more money. You can read first hand accounts here, here & here 

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2damnfeisty:

imnotkanyewest:

OKAY. OKAY. WHAT THE UNHOLY HELL. OH GOD I’M SO MAD. HANG ON LOOK, KEEP READING THIS AND I PROMISE I’LL BE MORE CALM.

In 2012, a 17-year-old boy named T.J. Lane killed three fellow classmates in a school shooting, and was sentenced to life in jail. But wait, that’s not the worst part. This kid pulled a few nasty stunts to really show how much of a pathetic monstrosity he is. In the courtroom during his trial, he took off his more formal clothing to reveal a white undershirt with the word “KILLER” crudely written on it. He was smiling and laughing while the case progressed through the day. And to top it off, when he was finally sentenced [to life in prison], he turned to the families of the victims he killed, and said, “This hand that pulled the trigger that killed your sons now masturbates to the memory. F—- all of you,” before flicking them off. As if this sick waste of human life couldn’t get any more disgusting.

AND NOW, FOR THE DAMN KICKER: This vile animal has somehow managed to fucking escape prison with a fellow inmate, and is currently on the run. I urge any and all of you to spread this info around and be fully aware of the tragedy this vermin has caused. He must be found and apprehended as soon as possible, and if I’ve made anyone more aware, I’ve helped this cause.

I WANT HIM OFF THE STREETS AND AWAY FROM EVERY OTHER HUMAN BEING. YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW INFURIATED I AM. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY OBSCENE LANGUAGE BUT I’M PISSED OFF AT THE AMERICAN JUSTICE SYSTEM AND THIS IS ONLY ANOTHER NAIL IN THE COFFIN.

he still breathing meanwhile Mike Brown is dead.

He is still breathing while thousands of innocent/unarmed/guiltless black people are deceased.