I spent the better part of my life singing you stupid lullabies...
leonard mccoy + cats
stupidlullabies stupidlullabies Said:

He tells everyone that he doesn’t like cats, doesn’t trust them, would much rather have the company of a faithful hound. But one summer, a tiny, bedraggled fluffball crawled out from under his parents’ porch, half-dead and starved. Leonard nursed her back to health, even though every time he picked her up, she hissed and spat at him, tiny claws raking into his hands. But eventually, Kitty (he’d never been creative with names) grew to trust him, came running to him whenever he was around, blue eyes wide in adoration. Whenever others were around, she’d go back and forth between acting aloof and begging for attention - as cats are wont to do - but it was Leonard’s bed she crawled into every night, and it was Leonard who she curled up next to when she fell asleep. She was clever, spiteful, affectionate, and more than a little crazy, but Leonard adored her beyond words.

(Years later, he’ll notice the similarities and will think it’s more than hilarious when he brings Jim back to his parents’ farm, where Kitty - still a spitfire at her advanced age - takes one look at Jim and pees on his bag.)

kittyprude:

send me a character + thing if you wanna know my headcanon for them and that thing

ex: molly hayes + sleeping

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destiel-is-superwholocked:

babyyoureacriminal:

chosenprat:

I punched a guy bc he was making rape jokes and one of the things he said was “what’s the difference between yes and no? Nothing” so I asked him if he’d care if I punched him in the face and he said yes but I did it anyway since there’s no difference between yes and no and that’s the story of how I gave someone a bloody nose

Can We All Just Applaud This Person?

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♥ go for it
stupidlullabies stupidlullabies Said:

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"i don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. don’t let me be like her."

Asker lesbiopteryx Asks:
☾ me except i'm a cat
stupidlullabies stupidlullabies Said:

verysharpteeth:

BUT YOU CAN HAVE IT IF YOU REALLY WANT IT. YOU CAN HAVE ANYTHING. YOU DESERVE NICE THINGS. LOVE ME.

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And how hard is it to land even a minimum-wage job? This year, the Ivy League college admissions acceptance rate was 8.9%. Last year, when Walmart opened its first store in Washington, D.C., there were more than 23,000 applications for 600 jobs, which resulted in an acceptance rate of 2.6%, making the big box store about twice as selective as Harvard and five times as choosy as Cornell. Telling unemployed people to get off their couches (or out of the cars they live in or the shelters where they sleep) and get a job makes as much sense as telling them to go study at Harvard.

batcii:

smoo told me to draw zutara week stuff so instead i drew some modern au gaang. sorry for my shitty handwriting.

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hella-lesbian:

i-effed-it-all-up:

do u ever look back on ur childhood and get blown away by how gay u were before u even knew what gay was

Everyday.

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fozmeadows:

OK but no, this actually makes me FURIOUS.

Because here’s the thing about socially sanctioned, fucked-up standards of female beauty: they train you from minute one to have shitty self perception, forever and ever, amen. I mean, this is literally where eating disorders come from, when you look in the mirror and still think you need to lose weight, even if your body is actually eating itself in a frantic bid to stay alive, and all because those size 0 jeans don’t fit yet. Their entire point is that women can’t win, and while fitting the very narrow parameters, or even some of the parameters, that our culture considers ideal might afford you certain privileges in terms of the clothes you can buy and the way certain people treat you, that doesn’t magically make you immune from insecurity, or self-hatred, or depression, or anything.

Here is the logic of patriarchy: only vain girls think they’re pretty; being vain is bad, and you’re not vain, so therefore, you can’t be pretty, either. Someone else is thinner than you; therefore, you can’t really be thin. Conventionally pretty girls are vapid whores, and you’re not a vapid whore; therefore, you’re not conventionally pretty, either, and any girl who is must be treated with utmost suspicion.  

Here is what happens when guys pay you attention as a teenage girl: sometimes, it’s creepy or unwanted or inappropriate or just not from anyone you’re interested in, and you’re still insecure as fuck; therefore, you feel unattractive. Or else, guys pay you attention, but you don’t feel like you’re allowed to acknowledge or enjoy it, even just at the level of a compliment, because that would make you a tease or a slut or an attention-whore, so you pretend it isn’t happening. Or maybe you’re gay or bi, and it doesn’t matter shit if guys are trailing around after you, because really you’ve got a crush on that redhead girl in your maths class and have absolutely zero idea about how to approach her. Or maybe you’re ace, and nobody who’s ever asked you out has understood what that means, and everyone you tell keeps making you feel like a freak for not being what they expect.

Here is what this comic says to me: that conventionally pretty girls who express insecurity about their appearance are infuriating and awful, because that insecurity cannot possibly be genuine, and is therefore only ever deployed as a way of fishing for compliments. Or else it’s because they know they’re beautiful, but also know they’re not allowed to act as if they believe it, and so just pretend to feel ugly as part of the social contract, which makes them fakers and liars. But either way, you’re totally justified in resenting them rather than offering friendship and positive reinforcement, because you’re not like other girls, are you! No, you’re special; you don’t go around being all boring and pretty while coding your speech in such a way as to potentially invite compliments. Only attention whores want compliments, after all, and you’re not an attention whore, so you don’t complain about your weight or your diet or your wardrobe issues or anything else that women are conventionally seen to be fixated with (even if you actually think about these things a lot), because then you’d be one of those women, and thus The Actual Worst.     

Which doesn’t mean it’s never frustrating if someone you consider to be conventionally attractive complains to you about how ugly or gross they feel, when you just can’t see what the problem is. After all, if you think they’re obviously way more gorgeous than you, and they’re calling themselves ugly, then what does that say about how you look to them? But, here, listen: Imma let you in on a little secret. The thing about insecurity and shitty, socially-conditioned self perception is, it’s utterly biased in favour of The Standards By Which I Judge Myself Are Different To The Standards By Which I Judge Other People. You can be a size eight and lamenting your lack of a thigh gap - which, by the way, don’t, because having one is actually dependent on the shape of your pelvic bone, and you can seriously hurt yourself trying to get one otherwise - and still think your curvy, size fourteen friend is beautiful, because you’re not judging her the way you judge yourself. You see your friends from the outside and know exactly why they’re worthy of love, but being inside your head, feeling freakish and uncertain and awful, it is so much harder to understand that you’re worthy, too. 

Yes, there are girls who fish for compliments by lamenting the lack positive of attributes they feel themselves to have, but do you know why this happens? Because fucking sexism tells us we’re not allowed to call ourselves beautiful; that beauty is the highest ideal we can ever hope to aspire to, but that it doesn’t matter for shit unless other people - and especially men - tell us we’ve succeeded. Of course some conventionally beautiful women fish for compliments; that is literally the way they’ve been trained to believe the system works. And of course some people - and not just women! - sometimes complain about their imaginary defects as a subtle way of disparaging others: because some people are fucking assholes, is why, and assholes will always try to manipulate the insecurities of others. But this is not a goddamn gender-specific trait, and acting like this is what women are always doing when they vocalise insecurities is counterfuckingproductive on a massive scale, and just: no. NO. THE NOPETOPUS RIDES AGAIN.

tl;dr: WOMEN ARE TRAINED TO BE INSECURE ABOUT THEIR LOOKS REGARDLESS OF HOW WE *ACTUALLY LOOK*, SUCH THAT PORTRAYING THIS AS A VALID REASON FOR RESENTING CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE GIRLS WHO ARE STILL INSECURE AND/OR ENCOURAGING WOMEN TO RESENT THE INSECURITIES OF THEIR FRIENDS IS LEGITIMATELY PART OF THE SAME DAMN PROBLEM, SO - 

STOP.

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mad-munch:

if i were a bird

mad-munch:

if i were a bird

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nubbsgalore:

photos by gerry ellis from the david sheldrick wildlife trust, a nursery and orphanage for elephants in kenya’s tsavo east national park. here, fifty five keepers are charged with being around the clock parents to an elephant. the elephants, however, are the ones who chose their caretakers; it is the keepers who must ingratiate themselves to the elephants and earn their trust.

when elephants first arrive at the orphanage they are often traumatized from having witnessed the slaughter of their mothers and family by poachers. grieving can last several months, and they often lose the will to live. but as dame daphne sheldrick, founder of the orphanage, explains, a caretaker is charged with “persuading an elephant to live when it wants to die.”

approximately 35,000 elephants are killed by humans every year. with an estimated 350,000 elephants left in the whole continent of africa, they will be gone in the wild within ten years.

cbc’s the nature of things did a program on the elephants and their caretakers. you can foster an elephant with the david sheldrick wildlife trust online here. for more on the emotional lives of elephants, as well as the david sheldrick wildlife trust and other human efforts to save them, check out these posts

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