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Pretty things from Etsy and maybe some random chatter.

iguanamouth:

youre gonna look so godamn cool

(via beefranck)

— 14 hours ago with 191747 notes

acupofteaandmore:

if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you

(via sleep-eat-paint-repeat)

— 1 day ago with 45442 notes
"The thing is that if someone is being shamed, stigmatized, bullied etc. for being fat, and we say “they aren’t fat” or “they aren’t even that fat” in their defense, what we are also saying is that there is a size at which they would deserve that treatment, and that’s just not true.

Countering fat shaming by denying fatness says that the person doesn’t deserve poor treatment (which is true) but at the expense of reinforcing the incorrect idea that they would deserve it if they were fat (or some greater degree of fat), or that being called fat is an insult. There is no size at which people deserve to be treated poorly."
— 3 days ago with 6764 notes

unedameauxchats:

catsncats:

pocket protector

i can confirm as a vet tech whenever we see tiny babies we try to fit them into our scrub pockets because why not

Now I want to sew a giant pocket on my shirt and stick my fat cat in it. Kittens got nothing on my baby.

(Source: catsbeaversandducks, via sleep-eat-paint-repeat)

— 4 days ago with 86046 notes

itswalky:

emergencycocktail:

they really went, like, way out of their way to avoid us ever getting to see Usagi (or any other character, for that matter) be dynamic/expressive at all :///

sometimes one eye is closed

She’s just so vacant… It can’t be ‘closer to the manga’ (as if you can animate those lovely drawings adequately) without the silly faces. And the lipstick always being there really throws me and seems unusual for school age girls in anime?

(via sleep-eat-paint-repeat)

— 1 week ago with 16621 notes
#sailor moon 

guiltyhipster:

Girls get mocked for liking high heels and lipstick. Girls get mocked for liking sports. Girls get mocked for liking tea and books. Girls get mocked for liking comics books and video games. Girls get mocked for liking math and science. Girls get mocked for liking boys. Girls get mocked for liking girls. Girls get mocked for liking both. What the fuck are we supposed to like? Water? Air? Come on, tell me. I’m dying to know. 

Are you real fan of water? I bet you haven’t even done an analysis on your tap water’s trace minerals.

(via whipstaff)

— 1 week ago with 244257 notes
#being a girl  #sexism 

hope-in-every-book:

books-and-butterflies:

If you marry me, you also marry my bookshelves. 

Just kidding, don’t touch my books.

(via booksandghosts)

— 1 week ago with 6305 notes
questionableadvice:

~ Sugar Information, Inc., 1966"Play safe with your young ones - make sure they get sugar every day."

questionableadvice:

~ Sugar Information, Inc., 1966

"Play safe with your young ones - make sure they get sugar every day."

(Source: retro-advertising, via 1950sunlimited)

— 1 week ago with 1120 notes
"Two people who were once very close can without blame or grand betrayal become strangers. Perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world."
Warsan Shire (via souzyandherbooks)

(via booksandghosts)

— 1 week ago with 46 notes

creepyold-kit-hands:

coelasquid:

throughthewildblue:

You cannot buy electronics with food stamps. You cannot buy cigarettes with food stamps. You cannot buy pet food with food stamps. You cannot withdraw money with an EBT card (food stamps).

Do you know what else you can’t buy with food stamps? Shampoo, soap, laundry detergent, toilet paper, paper towels, tissues, tinfoil, plastic sandwich bags, toothpaste, cleaning products, tampons, pads, over the counter medications (such as Tylenol, Ibuprofen, etc.), and anything else you can think of that you cannot physically ingest for nutritional purposes.

Do you know what you can buy with food stamps? Food.

Do you know what it’s like to scrounge for change to buy non-edible necessities, use a credit card and EBT card (food stamps) during the same transaction, and then have the person in line behind you judge you for buying the ingredients to make a birthday cake?

People who disseminate false information about food stamps have never had to use food stamps.

Okay, but let’s talk for a second about how that one lady called turkey “big chicken”

You can’t even buy all food with food stamps. You just… you flat-out can’t buy “food that will be eaten in the store/any food sold for on-premises consumption” or any “hot foods” with food stamps—meaning you can’t buy anything hot, you can’t buy anything that gets blended together, you can’t buy anything “pre-prepared,” in most cases you can’t use your EBT card at restaurants. You literally CANNOT purchase a milkshake with food stamps, because it’s considered “sold for on-premises consumption” (which was ridiculous at the place I worked, because the customer had to mix their own milkshake themself with a little machine we provided them, and several people got upset—rightfully so, I think—that it wasn’t covered under food stamps, because they often only found out at the register after already mixing it, often as a treat for their kids). You literally can’t walk into a gas station, grab one of those hot dogs off their grills/out of the little heated food area, and buy it with food stamps, because it’s hot.

And when I say “can’t,” I don’t mean “if the cashier notices you trying and cares enough to stop you, they’ll refuse to do it for you.” I mean “it is actually impossible to do this.” I’m not even sure these people who disseminate false information about food stamps have paid any attention at all when buying things at the store, because what happens is: We scan in the customer’s items, into our computer. The computer has specific codes for the items and rules for what it will let you pay for things with. We scan the customer’s EBT card, and it tells us exactly how much of that price total can be paid for via EBT, and it will not include anything that isn’t food, and it will not include anything considered “pre-prepared” food. It does this automatically AND THERE IS NO OVERRIDE FOR IT. If our machines say that you can’t use the EBT card to pay for something, there is literally nothing we can do to change that, even if we WANTED to.

So no. You can’t buy iPads or cigarettes with food stamps. You can’t withdraw money from casinos or anywhere else with food stamps. You can’t buy dog food with food stamps; sometimes you can’t even buy people food with food stamps. I’m not even sure if you can buy “the big chicken legs” at Disney with food stamps; remember, you can’t buy “any food sold for on-premises consumption” OR any hot foods, and that’s both.

Literally the only thing these fearmongers listed that you can actually purchase with food stamps even if you are in goddamn cahoots with the evil liberal cashier or store manager is soda, and the judgement against people buying that with food stamps is classist fuckwittery at its finest.

So, as always, Fox News is actually flat-out lying, and hateful conservatives both don’t know what they’re talking about and don’t give a fuck about people going through shit that they will never have to go through themselves, and that they in fact don’t have even the tiniest clue about (not even via five seconds’ research; a list of things that can’t be purchased with food stamps is on the Food and Nutrition Services website) but still think they should spout off about to their TV audience anyway.

(Source: sandandglass, via futureabortiondoctor)

— 1 week ago with 150138 notes
#swearing  #food  #food stamps  #classism  #lies damn lies 
panzercat:

Hello! I’m red, and you may know me from such places as THE INTERNET or… well, the internet, though PAX is a distant possibility. I do fannish stuff here and there, mainly fanfiction though occasionally I wander off into graphics or cosplay or just obsessing over Sgt John Munch.
You may know Tank from such places as THIS VERY TUMBLR, which is named after his princely highness, or from the times when he’s submitted to cosplaying as a shark.
Together we are best of pals, and we’d like to introduce you to our fabulous new donate button. And by button I mean “link.” While PayPal takes the smallest cut compared to any of the fundraising sites, they are a bit weird about their donate button. 
                                  …BUT I HEAR YOU ASKING…
Donations?: yes, much as I loathe asking for money. There are a lot of people far more deserving than yours truly, but at this point I think the matter’s been forced because of our situation.
What situation?: let’s start with the more critical party, which would be Tank. Last week, I noticed Tank panting off and on—and more than the normal “I got waaaaay too ferocious running all over with this disco mouse bullshit” cat baseline. It was in the midst of a humid wave, the swamp cooler wasn’t working as well, but I thought I should get him in for a checkup anyhow.
$400 later, we had some mostly-good bloodwork (yay), a diagnosis of hyperthyroidism (well, at least it’s easily treated), and some films that showed his heart to be enlarged and his lungs congested (super no). We went home with some diuretics and returned in two day’s time to get a complete cardiac workup ($800), which confirmed it.
Tank has severe hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
What’s this mean?: basically, Tank’s got a heart with thickened muscle walls that is a monument to inefficiency. It means Tank needs medications—one to slow the heart rate, one to increase contractility, the diuretic, and another pill to treat the hyperthyroidism more quickly than diet would. These medications are not terribly expensive (all have been generic for human use for eons, and doses in cat world are tiny), but will require frequent vet visits to check on efficacy and potential toxicity.
What’s his prognosis?: to be blunt, I don’t know. This can result in sudden death, or he can throw a clot that cuts off the blood supply to his legs. But I’m staying optimistic. He’s taking the pills, he’s still eating, he’s following me around everywhere. So long as he’s not in pain and seems happy, I’m going to keep crushing pills and enjoying his company. I got Tank as an adult cat with existing health conditions (FIV), but he’s only eight. I’m hopeful he’ll live a lot longer yet.
Ok sure but… dude, don’t you have a real-people job?: yeah, I do. Hence why I’m so reluctant asking for anything at all. In actuality, I have $4000 in savings, which is enough to cover about five more cardiac workups. But that money’s earmarked for something else, and while I’d put it off another year, it’s getting to be less and less cost effective to do so.
What is “it”? And what’s up with your chest?: that’d be the ol’ chest surgery. I’ve been seriously planning for surgery (so, saving) the last three or four years. I have a solid quote with the surgeon I’d like to see, who has good results for the approach I want. I’m going for the periareolar version—basically cutting around the areola and excising tissue that way—less because I mind scars and more as it’s supposed to be better at keeping sensation intact. This surgeon charges $7300 for the lot (consultation/anesthesia/hospital time/etc), which is actually cheaper than other surgeons I’ve looked into, even $2000 less that I originally thought I’d spend. And she has the fringe benefit of being in a state where I actually know people, and can couchsurf to save a bit more. I would have likely had that much last year if it weren’t for unforeseen circumstances.
????: I don’t want to go to much into it, but last summer a member of my family became critically ill and passed. I had what I have now saved, but needed to use it while on FMLA and taking multiple cross-country flights. I then had issues saving it back up quickly for a few reasons: I have student loans (and who doesn’t?), Tank had a urinary obstruction last summer that necessitated five days in cat hospital, my brother decided to make me his best man. Yeah, I do make decent money, but it has been a costly few years. 
But why don’t you just put off surgery again?: I would. But before Tank fell ill, this seemed the ideal year. I have a reasonable percentage of the funds. I want to leave my current job and city. It makes sense to do the surgery and mandatory 6 weeks of light duty in between gigs, so I signed up for some ridiculous crossfit torment to make sure I’d have some muscle mass to waste while I’m laid up. I’m not sure how long it’d be reasonable to keep paying for/enduring crossfit hell. And honestly, binding is just plain tedious after six years—three of which I’ve been working twelve-hour shifts and biking daily in >100F conditions.
Wait, boobs? Really?: yeah ok they are nigh invisible I am aware. Here are some amusing shots: guess the binderless one. I promise the view when I lean over or lay down is way worse. I just can’t ever stop laughing long enough to take a cleavage shot, this is the best i could do and i’m still giggling. On a dysphoria scale of “fuck no” to “oooh fantastic” I’m around a “well, wtf” about my chest, which isn’t horrible, and I’m certainly old enough to be used to them by now. All things being equal, I probably wouldn’t mind them if I weren’t so convinced I had to bind for the sake of going out in public.
What if I just wanna contribute to your cat because really there’s more deserving folks out there for the rest of it: that is 100% fine! Just lemme know and your money will be for soft beast fees only. Although it’s possible he might have further complications, currently (counting next Wednesday’s appointment) his expenses are around $2000. 
Thanks to a loan from a very generous patron and donations, we only need $950 more. Anything helps.
Why did you take a normal person’s arm and staple it to your ghost body and how much do you need for your match-the-wall torso: ok rude, and about $3000. Again, anything at all is a big help.
Ok but seriously do we get anything out of this at all besides seeing your adorably huge cat and your pallor: GOOD FEELINGS. POSSIBLY NAUSEA IF YOU KEEP ON LOOKING AT MY SHITTY THIS-IS-WHAT-HAPPENS-TO-GINGERS-IN-THE-DESERT FARMER’S TAN CHRIST YOU CAN STOP LOOKING AT THAT ANYTIME NOW. 
If those reward tiers aren’t enough, stay tuned! Youdidnotseeme is planning to auction THREE HOT ART PIECES. I am selling HOT FANFIC SERVED RIGHT TO YOUR DOOR (fandom restrictions apply, if you’ve got an idea drop it in the ask, $25 is the entry fee). Nyankokimi is planning to make YOU something BEAUTIFUL if YOU give ME money.
Do you have something you’d like to auction off? Fanfic, art, baked goods, high-fives? Let us know! I’ll be making another page for all that & linking it here.
Speaking of, do you perchance have a version of this post with more cat less talking: what do you take me for. of course i do. 
So just click right here! Panzercatgo at gmail dot com is the email, and thanks just for reading this all. 
Even a reblog would be so wonderful. Much love from us both! 

panzercat:

Hello! I’m red, and you may know me from such places as THE INTERNET or… well, the internet, though PAX is a distant possibility. I do fannish stuff here and there, mainly fanfiction though occasionally I wander off into graphics or cosplay or just obsessing over Sgt John Munch.

You may know Tank from such places as THIS VERY TUMBLR, which is named after his princely highness, or from the times when he’s submitted to cosplaying as a shark.

Together we are best of pals, and we’d like to introduce you to our fabulous new donate button. And by button I mean “link.” While PayPal takes the smallest cut compared to any of the fundraising sites, they are a bit weird about their donate button. 

                                  …BUT I HEAR YOU ASKING…

Donations?: yes, much as I loathe asking for money. There are a lot of people far more deserving than yours truly, but at this point I think the matter’s been forced because of our situation.

What situation?: let’s start with the more critical party, which would be Tank. Last week, I noticed Tank panting off and on—and more than the normal “I got waaaaay too ferocious running all over with this disco mouse bullshit” cat baseline. It was in the midst of a humid wave, the swamp cooler wasn’t working as well, but I thought I should get him in for a checkup anyhow.

$400 later, we had some mostly-good bloodwork (yay), a diagnosis of hyperthyroidism (well, at least it’s easily treated), and some films that showed his heart to be enlarged and his lungs congested (super no). We went home with some diuretics and returned in two day’s time to get a complete cardiac workup ($800), which confirmed it.

Tank has severe hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

What’s this mean?: basically, Tank’s got a heart with thickened muscle walls that is a monument to inefficiency. It means Tank needs medications—one to slow the heart rate, one to increase contractility, the diuretic, and another pill to treat the hyperthyroidism more quickly than diet would. These medications are not terribly expensive (all have been generic for human use for eons, and doses in cat world are tiny), but will require frequent vet visits to check on efficacy and potential toxicity.

What’s his prognosis?: to be blunt, I don’t know. This can result in sudden death, or he can throw a clot that cuts off the blood supply to his legs. But I’m staying optimistic. He’s taking the pills, he’s still eating, he’s following me around everywhere. So long as he’s not in pain and seems happy, I’m going to keep crushing pills and enjoying his company. I got Tank as an adult cat with existing health conditions (FIV), but he’s only eight. I’m hopeful he’ll live a lot longer yet.

Ok sure but… dude, don’t you have a real-people job?: yeah, I do. Hence why I’m so reluctant asking for anything at all. In actuality, I have $4000 in savings, which is enough to cover about five more cardiac workups. But that money’s earmarked for something else, and while I’d put it off another year, it’s getting to be less and less cost effective to do so.

What is “it”? And what’s up with your chest?: that’d be the ol’ chest surgery. I’ve been seriously planning for surgery (so, saving) the last three or four years. I have a solid quote with the surgeon I’d like to see, who has good results for the approach I want. I’m going for the periareolar version—basically cutting around the areola and excising tissue that way—less because I mind scars and more as it’s supposed to be better at keeping sensation intact. This surgeon charges $7300 for the lot (consultation/anesthesia/hospital time/etc), which is actually cheaper than other surgeons I’ve looked into, even $2000 less that I originally thought I’d spend. And she has the fringe benefit of being in a state where I actually know people, and can couchsurf to save a bit more. I would have likely had that much last year if it weren’t for unforeseen circumstances.

????: I don’t want to go to much into it, but last summer a member of my family became critically ill and passed. I had what I have now saved, but needed to use it while on FMLA and taking multiple cross-country flights. I then had issues saving it back up quickly for a few reasons: I have student loans (and who doesn’t?), Tank had a urinary obstruction last summer that necessitated five days in cat hospital, my brother decided to make me his best man. Yeah, I do make decent money, but it has been a costly few years.

But why don’t you just put off surgery again?: I would. But before Tank fell ill, this seemed the ideal year. I have a reasonable percentage of the funds. I want to leave my current job and city. It makes sense to do the surgery and mandatory 6 weeks of light duty in between gigs, so I signed up for some ridiculous crossfit torment to make sure I’d have some muscle mass to waste while I’m laid up. I’m not sure how long it’d be reasonable to keep paying for/enduring crossfit hell. And honestly, binding is just plain tedious after six years—three of which I’ve been working twelve-hour shifts and biking daily in >100F conditions.

Wait, boobs? Really?: yeah ok they are nigh invisible I am aware. Here are some amusing shots: guess the binderless one. I promise the view when I lean over or lay down is way worse. I just can’t ever stop laughing long enough to take a cleavage shot, this is the best i could do and i’m still giggling. On a dysphoria scale of “fuck no” to “oooh fantastic” I’m around a “well, wtf” about my chest, which isn’t horrible, and I’m certainly old enough to be used to them by now. All things being equal, I probably wouldn’t mind them if I weren’t so convinced I had to bind for the sake of going out in public.

What if I just wanna contribute to your cat because really there’s more deserving folks out there for the rest of it: that is 100% fine! Just lemme know and your money will be for soft beast fees only. Although it’s possible he might have further complications, currently (counting next Wednesday’s appointment) his expenses are around $2000.

Thanks to a loan from a very generous patron and donations, we only need $950 more. Anything helps.

Why did you take a normal person’s arm and staple it to your ghost body and how much do you need for your match-the-wall torso: ok rude, and about $3000. Again, anything at all is a big help.

Ok but seriously do we get anything out of this at all besides seeing your adorably huge cat and your pallor: GOOD FEELINGS. POSSIBLY NAUSEA IF YOU KEEP ON LOOKING AT MY SHITTY THIS-IS-WHAT-HAPPENS-TO-GINGERS-IN-THE-DESERT FARMER’S TAN CHRIST YOU CAN STOP LOOKING AT THAT ANYTIME NOW.

If those reward tiers aren’t enough, stay tuned! Youdidnotseeme is planning to auction THREE HOT ART PIECES. I am selling HOT FANFIC SERVED RIGHT TO YOUR DOOR (fandom restrictions apply, if you’ve got an idea drop it in the ask, $25 is the entry fee). Nyankokimi is planning to make YOU something BEAUTIFUL if YOU give ME money.

Do you have something you’d like to auction off? Fanfic, art, baked goods, high-fives? Let us know! I’ll be making another page for all that & linking it here.

Speaking of, do you perchance have a version of this post with more cat less talking: what do you take me for. of course i do

So just click right here! Panzercatgo at gmail dot com is the email, and thanks just for reading this all. 

Even a reblog would be so wonderful. Much love from us both! 

(via jadeagogo)

— 1 week ago with 82 notes
#animals  #pets  #cat  #fundraiser  #vet bill 
Supervisor threatens to hang worker for drinking from 'white people' fountain →

thisiseverydayracism:

whitepeoplemadatthings:

But we’re post-racial, right guys? Right?

This is 2014. 

Video link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYHGTJ4g84A

(via futureabortiondoctor)

— 1 week ago with 1214 notes
#racism  #lynching  #systemic racism  #post-racial society  #what year is this? where am I? WHAT THE FUCK 
"

my problem is my mamma raised me far too nice
to ever wish death on somebody, regardless of how much
they’d harmed me so instead i’m compiling a list
of odd karmatic punishments
for the assholes of my existence like

i hope the girl who ruined my senior year of high school
by bullying the hope out of my bones
has a bad hair day on every first date. i hope
the words she said behind my back tangle around
her head so when people meet her for the first time
they can see how unkind
she really is.

my mother and my father were talking in public
and a policeman asked her if she wanted the
‘dirty hispanic’ to leave her alone
and i really hope that policeman goes home
to heat that never works properly and that
the cold makes his bones ache, i hope the
warmth of my daddy’s sun never kisses
the sweaty temples of men who use their
position of power as an excuse to be racist

the man who hit me until i bled from the
corners of my mouth and who kissed me no matter
how much i asked him to stop better constantly get
his dick stuck in his zipper and i hope a large rash
develops because of it because maybe being
in constant pain will make him learn
some empathy

i want the teacher who told my friend joe
‘you can’t be a boy just because you say so’
to spill overheated 99-cent coffee on her ironed skirt
every other thursday, i hope it stains because
her words never washed out of his ears either

i hope the boy who broke my heart is
doing well, because i’m doing well too, but i want
the boy who broke my sister by promising forever
when he really meant ‘just until you give me everything’
to get a tattoo with a misspelling
just because i think it would be funny
since he was so afraid of commitment

the man who told my friend to kill herself, to just get it over
should wake up to a leak in his roof
that has no particular origin and constantly drips
onto his face no matter where he moves his pillow to
because maybe then he’ll have some idea about
drowning

i hope the people who told my brother
he couldn’t succeed
solely based on his disability
constantly hit their heads when getting into the car,
i want them to blink back little black dots
and wonder what they’ve ever done wrong to deserve
this and then i want them to see my brother’s company
on a full-page spread because he’s twenty-four and
making more money than they ever did

my math teacher told me most girls are stupid
with numbers and i hope his wife is funneling large
sums of his money into an offshore account without
him noticing while my english teacher told me
he didn’t expect much because i’m not a native speaker
so i really hope in class one day
he unknowingly passes out one of my poems

and i hope if you’ve been hurt, your life has
turned around. keep your head up,
square your shoulders, trust that
the universe will find some way to sort things out. hold on
until your heart mends. regardless of what happens,
know that happiness
is the best revenge.

"
I can’t wish true evil or true evil will come back to me but that doesn’t mean I want assholes to go around happy /// r.i.d | inkskinned (via inkskinned)(via 10sirk)

(via futureabortiondoctor)

— 1 week ago with 21733 notes
#poetry  #hurt  #poem  #inkskinned