hang in there buddy.
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hang in there buddy.
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So my cat Lydia likes paper right. If I open my mail on my bed, she’s right there, walking on it, listening to it crinkle under her toes, and then laying right down. Even if I leave paper on the floor, on carpet or tile or hardwood, she’s there, curling up, standing on it, happy as can be. And like many of my fellow fanfiction addicts, I don’t read a lot of print books, but I recently borrowed a novel that sounded a m a z i n g and I wanted to get it back to my coworker on Monday. It was going pretty well Saturday afternoon until
Every time I put this book down, whether open or closed or page up or down, she was there. Happy as can be. And so freaking cute that I didn’t want to move her, which meant I was not going to finish it.
So finally, in protest and so I could actually finish this book, I gave her another one
I finished my book (White is for Witching by Helen Oyeyemi, highly recommend) but I left the decoy out.
She’s been sleeping on it every night. It’s been a week.
This is a wise cat
Stray Cat Wanders into Nursing Home and Decides to Work There
A black and white cat strayed her way into the hearts of people at a nursing home. She came to the place one day and decided to work there and make it her forever home.
Full story and video on Love Meow
so i have a cat now
Au where roy lives in a dumpster outside of Central command
Roy would be discovered by Alphonse Elric during one of his attempts at rescuing a stray cat. He’ll follow said cat behind a dumpster and find…a sleeping bag? And a backpack full of canned food (mostly beans). Al would scratch his armored head, puzzled, but the scientist in him would encourage him to look into this further. He would then decide to stake out the dumpster, his new cat purring softly on his armored lap. Ed would come by, say, “Al, you’re wasting time when we should be trying to get our bodies back.” Al would reply, “Brother, this is important. Please go take a hike.” He’d wait until nightfall and only then would he see Colonel Mustang collapse into a tired heap behind the dumpster and proceed to ravenously attack a can of beans that he heats with nothing but a fire he snaps to life. Alphonse would stare in dumbstruck horror as one of the most powerful commanding officers in Amestris empties a can of red beans onto his face. He’d come out from the shadows and say, “Colonel, is that you?” Roy would look up like a deer caught in headlights. He’d swallow. “Alphonse…I can explain.” But he can’t. He can’t explain. He’s living in the trash. Al elects not to tell Ed, for he’ll NEVER let the colonel live it down. But instead, decides to tell Riza Hawkeye. “Please,” he’d implore her after calling from a payphone. “It’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.” Riza would then come and ask why Mustang is homeless. He’d look up at her with wide, tired eyes, and reply,
“some jerkwaffle anon thought it would be funny to imagine me in this situation. And I am nothing if not a slave to this canon I have unwittingly found myself in.”
Riza would sigh, thank Alphonse for his help, and drag the colonel to a shower.
ever wish you could just
some people exist jus to pop up and try 2 poison ur day did u know that
recovery/mental-health/advice blog
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via mylinae)
– the price you paid for the world? // L.H.Z (@lhzthepoet)
he DID get that sword back…
When your child says “Why can’t I get a puppy?”
Instead of defaulting to “My house, my rules”
Try “Any pet is a lot of responsibility. A puppy would have to be fed, walked, and taken outside to use the bathroom several times a day and taken for regular check-ups and vaccinations at the vet. You can’t do all of that by yourself, and I/we don’t have the time or money either.”
When your teenager says “Why can’t I come home at 2:00 this Saturday?”
Instead of defaulting to “My house, my rules!”
Try “The time you come home is a matter of respect and consideration. I/We will not only be concerned for your safety, but we would either be disturbed in the middle of the night when you arrive or forced to stay up for several extra hours waiting.”
When your child says “Why am I not allowed to do this thing?”
Instead of defaulting to “My house, my rules!”
Try actually communicating a legitimate reason, because children pick up on subtlety and on context and on the unspoken messages, and it’s better to teach children lessons like “You should think really hard before taking on new responsibilities” and “It’s important to show consideration for the needs of the people with whom you share a living space” than lessons like “It’s okay for people to demand your absolute obedience so long as you’re dependent on them for survival.”
TRUTH
Also worth knowing: training your child to accept arbitrary ‘reasons’ for obedience like ‘because I said so’ and ‘my house my rules’ etc trains them to be more susceptible to peer pressure because in their mind, when someone who is at all an authority (older than them, bigger than them, more impressive than them, more confident than them) demands something, they should accept it and not think about it critically. Let them ask why, and give them a real reason. If not, don’t be surprised when they fall for lots of bullshit when they are older. You’re the one that made them believe ‘BECAUSE’ was reason enough.
tolkien ladies posters ≡ éowyn, the white lady of rohan
but no living man am i! you are looking upon a woman. éowyn am i, eomund’s daughter. you stand between me and my lord and kin. begone, if you be not deathless! for living or dark undead, i will smite you, if you touch him.