princess-vibes25
She/Her or They/Them. I love animals and writing and music. Humans annoy me, but I care about the ones I do like a little too much. 18.
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Please reblog if you are a girl and have ever been made to feel ashamed of one or more of these things (wanting to prove a point to some asshole):
-your weight
-your clothing choice
-your amount of make up
-having sex
-not having sex
-breast size
-having your period
-saying no
-not appreciating catcalls
-masturbating
-body hair
I need… more… historical aus….
WEAR HEADPHONES!
NSFW
3 mins of Sylus eating you out and then fucking you.
All audio except for the music comes from the games. No AI.
Unpopular opinion,
Too many men are written as “dom daddy” types in fics.
Like be for real, that man would be honored to be your floor mat.
He’s not giving orders, he’s taking them.
Stop being afraid, put on your big boots, and step on that man.
Me looking for fan fictions but instead I get flashed by sex bot ads under the same tag
So Uber Eats literally just scammed me… I ordered food with my mom’s account because I haven’t ate in 2 days due to having no money. The driver dropped my food off at the wrong location, took a picture and left. In the instructions I put deliver to my door and then specified further not to leave it outside but rather bring it to my apartment door. Uber is trying to say it was delivered because he took a picture. I’m disabled so can’t look and they’re refusing to give money back. Beware of them and share to expose their ableist company. A disabled person can’t get their money back because… shocker…. they’re disabled and can hardly move? They should be ashamed.
My brothers homeless, out in the freezing cold after an illegal and violent eviction
We are completely angered and heartbroken right now. That landlord needs to be brought down so nobody rents from him ever again. On another note, we are in desperate need of donations in order to get my brother housed and fed. Please share and donate here
Reposting this simply to save it since it’s so adorable and I love it 😻
It was an average Monday morning when you, Nanami Kento's wife, were turned into a cat.
"An unusual Curse," Shoko had said, "not longer than a week, surely--"
"Not--not longer than a week?!" Kento spluttered, his glasses lopsided, and, dangled in front of him beneath the arms (legs-- legs, he reminded himself)...you.
You, with two pointed ears, a long whippy tail, your many toe-beans and a perturbed little head-tilt. On the doctors' office couch, a neatly folded (if a little furry) pile of your clothes.
"Meow," you had said.
"Don't 'meow' me," Kento spluttered again, fixing you with a stern look that barely overlaid his concern. You simply stared up at him, long, and feline, and unblinking...and reached out one little paw, pressing it onto the end of his nose.
Kento sighed; a bone-deep, weary sigh. Shoko put out her cigarette, speaking through a haze of smoke.
"Like I said. Give it a week, and Mrs.Nyanyami will be back to nor--"
"What did you just call her?'
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Mrs.Nyanyami, the cat formerly known as Nanami Kento's wife, wanted for nothing.
"I think that tuna's more expensive than anything I've ever eaten," whispered Yuuji to Gojo. On the other side of the conference room, you sat upon the desk before Kento, waiting patiently for the next lump of tuna (meticulously cut into cat-appropriate cubes) to be delivered in his chopsticks.
As Kento's hand approached, you held it close with paw and claws, to steal the pink fish from him. He looked like a surgeon performing heart surgery.
"I just...dont know how he can look so serious while he's doing that," Gojo whispered back, to Yuuji's frantic nods. Still, they watched this freakish nature documentary with quiet obsession.
A higher-up sat down beside Kento, waiting for the meeting to begin. Jolting back, and grumbling, he did a double take.
"Young man-- you can't bring a cat to a Sorcerer's meeting--"
"That's not a cat," Kento snapped, frosty, "that's my wife."
And so began the rumour amongst the higher-ups, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.
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"You should leave her at home--"
"--absolutely not--"
"--really, Nanami...just put the television on, she'll be fine--"
"--unequivocally, no--"
"--why not?!"
Silence. An awkward shuffle on Kento's thick chest. You peeked your head out of the pocket of the cat-carrying hoodie that Kento wore over his shirt and tie, and turned to Gojo with narrowed eyes.
"Meow," you had said, batting at Kento's strings, and hooking his tie out with your paw, to kick it to death with your legs.
"I agree," said Kento, whispering and scratching you beneath the chin until you purred, "he's wrong, isn't he? Stupid Gojo. You'd get lonely. You'd get bored. Yes you would..."
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"Oh my god...he's gorgeous...you should get his number--"
"--I'm not brave enough...you go. I'll get our coffees."
"--okay, okay..." The woman cleared her throat, sweeping her hair behind one ear with her best smile. Kento looked up from his coffee, with one finely raised eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" He lied, unwilling to help anyone at all before he'd finished his croissant.
"Hi, yeah, I just...can't help but notice you're sitting alone, and my friend-- well she-- she just wondered if she can have your number, and--"
The woman broke off into shrieks. Climbing up her leg, all claws and furry vengeance, was you. She shook her leg, shrieking. You hissed. Your cup of steamed milk clattered over the table, slopping everywhere.
"--o-oh my god-- oh my god, what the hell is this cat doi--"
"I'm sorry," Kento sighed, not sorry at all and dabbing his mouth with a napkin and doing absolutely nothing to help, "it's my cat. She doesn't like company--"
Hisses. Claws. Dirty feral yowls.
"Get this fucking thing off me--"
"I can't take you anywhere. No more steamed milk for you."
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At times, you seemed so human. At others, undeniably cat.
Kento would wake to clattering from the kitchen, bleary and feeling around for you, only to remember, and trace his hand up to the furry, round little patch you'd leave behind on your pillow. He allowed himself just a moment of misery, before getting up.
He followed the sounds of cups and kettle and coffee machine, and leaned against the doorway with sleep-mussed hair and a squinting, teenagerish glare.
You were up on the counter, all four paws and determination. You had gotten as far as switching the kettle and coffee machine on, and heaving the cupboard open with your tiny limbs. Kento watched as you tipped your head sideways, managing to drag two mugs out in your teeth. He winced as they almost smashed upon the counter.
"Come on," Kento rumbled, his voice rusty with sleep, "let me do that."
You meowed at him, batting at the air with one angry paw when he stepped closer. Kento huffed, raising his hands in surrender.
"Fine," he tutted, "but I'll pour the water."
"Meow."
"Why? Because you don't have opposable thumbs, darling."
The fur stood up along your spine. You turned around, and around, in a circle, then sat upright. You turned your back on him while you waited for the kettle to boil. Your tail flicked from side to side, irritable. Kento waited, too, reaching out one hand to stroke your ears.
You nudged your back paw out, and pushed his mug off the side to smash on the floor.
Silence.
"...what is wrong with y--"
"Meow."
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Skitterskitterskitter.
Distant meows.
Kento groaned, rubbing down his face. He checked the clock, frog-blinking; two in the morning. He groaned harder.
Skitterskitterskitter.
Thunk.
More distant meows.
"Please just come back to bed," Kento moaned into the hands pressed over his face.
SkitterskitterskitterSKITTERSKITTER-- rustlllleerussstle--
Directly over his face.
"Meow--"
"I am begging you--"
RustlerustleTHNKskitterskitterskitter.
Distant meows.
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"I miss you."
You raised your head to look at him. Your purring hitched. Your ears tilted.
Kento had murmured, his low voice barely audible. The only light in the living room was the ever-changing light of the television screen. Laid on his back on the sofa, with you curled on his chest, Kento stroked down your back with longing.
You crept up his chest, pressing your cold wet nose to his, and purred. Nose to nose, and cross-eyed, Kento could have cried.
"I really miss you," he repeated, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Your claws dug into his chest, just a little. You rub, rub, rubbed your warm furry head along his jaw until he sniffled, and gave a choked little chuckle.
He fell asleep with you on his chest that night. In so many ways, it was familiar; home. In so many others, you were gone forever.
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"Meow."
Kento shuffled. His chest felt heavy...warm. His belly felt warm, too. And his lap, and--
Kento's eyes shot open, his head lifting up from the couch.
You bit your lip, naked on top of him, and smiling. Human. An angel.
"Oh, my love," Kento moaned, crushing you to him in a bear hug from shoulder to toes, "you're back-- I missed you, I was so worrie--"
You batted an arm out, swiping last night's wine glass from the coffee table beside you, to shatter on the floor.
Silence. Kento blinked slowly, looking from the wine glass, to you. You felt your cheeks grow hot, swallowing hard.
"God, I...sorry, Kento. Force-- force of habit--"
🚨Urgent Donations Needed for Brother who is severely mentally ill and moderately cognitively delayed. He is homeless after being violently tossed out by landlord. It feels like -14 Celsius tonight🚨
Hi everyone. I’m writing this currently bawling my eyes out. We don’t know where to turn anymore. On approx Nov. 27th, 2024, my brother was violently and forcibly removed from the room he was renting. The landlord said he was wanting to move family in without serving any eviction papers. When my brother started asking questions, the landlord grabbed him by the sweater and tossed him out.
We don’t know what to do because you can only get first and last months rent every 12 months from disability and he used it five months ago to move into the place he’s in and he only currently gets $240 monthly for street allowance. Currently, my mom and I can’t let him stay with either of us because we both live in apartments that are rent geared to income and you can’t have anyone who’s name is not stipulated on the lease. We let him stay under the radar as much as we can as a guest. He also has severe schizophrenia and yells, lashes out when under distress. He functions at a grade 10 level and he’s 30, so it is tough for him.
We are currently in need of money for daily living expenses for him, first and last months rent and some basic things when he moves in. I’m putting the tentative goal as $2500 because rooms are around $800 Canadian dollars where we live. The rest will account for daily living and everything he needs when he moves in. If you can; please consider helping us. My mom’s PayPal is here. She will be collecting funds on his behalf. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts 💞
Boosting to help get this in someone’s home page
Hello everyone🙏🏻
I am Ahmed from Gaza, I am 26 years old. I live in the Gaza Strip with my family of 9 members. I used this application to help me convey my voice and my suffering inside the sector. We are living in a state of war. Our life was very wonderful until the war came. 70 people were killed from my family members. We displaced several times until we no longer know where my family is heading. Most of them are scattered. We no longer know where we would sleep. We woke up from sleep to run away. There is no food or even clean water. We suffer from war, hunger and fear. Samer to you. Everything we have been through to see a part of the suffering.
On the tenth day of November, while my father was practicing his work as an ambulance officer in helping and evacuating the injured, he was directly targeted. This led to an amputation of his foot. My father was no longer able to complete his life normally. My father was no longer able to walk again. My father no longer practices his work as before. My father's future ended in parts of the second. We were crying every day and every hour on my father and his very difficult condition. My father suffered for more than 3 months in intensive care, and he is urgent for the need to travel outside Gaza.😔💔
Then exactly a month later, my family was evacuated and evacuated from the house and the house was destroyed 😔 Let's go back to the area where we used to live to see this ruin and a hurricane had risen in the area. We did not know where our house is not even where the memories we lived in it. The years of life went in the blink of an eye. We do not live in a house anymore💔
Hence, the suffering started inside the tents. We freeze from the cold literally in the winter and feel very hot in the summer. There is no water or clean food. We no longer have anything. Our children feel very cold and my mother used to cry every day because of this. We hated winter because of the tents.
Here on 2/11, I was injured by parts of the rocket that was near the tent and I was injured. I suffered a lot. Do you imagine that the wound was swirked without our painkillers? I hope to stay away with my family from all this destruction and ruin. I wish you and from merciful hearts to help me as much as possible, and please pray for us،،
The campaign was documented by:d by:my family survive the war, this is the link of donations and God bless you🇵🇸🫶🙏🏻
The campaign was documented by: @bilal-salah0
here
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #427)✅️
Boosting this because I want to help
Imagine waking up to the sound of explosions, your children trembling with fear as they clutch onto you in desperation. The home you built with love and dreams is now rubble, and the memories of joyful celebrations and laughter have been replaced by the cries of hunger and hopelessness.
Images: Mahmoud and his three children—Retal (12), Joud (11), and Nageh (8)—have lived through the unimaginable hardship of surviving in a war zone.
@mahmooud-sharif2
This is the heartbreaking reality for Mahmoud Al-Sharif, a 34-year-old father from Gaza. Mahmoud, his wife Soha, and their three children—Retal (12), Joud (11), and Nageh (8)—have lived through unimaginable hardship. Before the most recent devastation, Mahmoud had completed his life’s dream: building a business that would provide a future for his family. But war shattered everything. Their home, his workplace, and his ambitions were obliterated. Now displaced, they live in a makeshift tent, struggling to protect their children from cold nights, malnutrition, and disease.
The trauma doesn't end there. Mahmoud bears the physical scars of past wars, including a severe eye injury and damage to his hand, making it extremely difficult for him to rebuild his life. His children face worsening health issues due to contaminated water and food, and inadequate living conditions, and the family is haunted by the ever-present threat of violence.
Despite the destruction, Mahmoud remains determined to provide safety and a brighter future for his family. With your help, they can afford the costly evacuation from Gaza to Egypt, access life-saving medical care, and begin the process of healing and rebuilding their lives. Every donation, no matter the size, brings them one step closer to hope.
Please consider donating to their GoFundMe [HERE], or sharing their story so others might help.
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if youre fine with sharing(and can even describe it), what does it physically feel like to have cancer?
Cancer is a terrible disease. Not only does every bone in my body ache, I hear and see things as a permanent side effect of the first chemotherapy regimen I was on. It sucks every bit of energy from you, even though you just want to go out and be a 27 year old again. You physically can barely move.
It robbed me of my job. I was a successful social worker working at a children’s hospital. I can barely feed myself (on the days I wish to have something small) because it stole my financial security. Now I live on disability making $800 a month. I’m not saying this to make people feel bad, I just want people to know how astronomically cancer destroys lives.
It robbed me of stable mental health. Nowadays I just cry because most of my friends prior to cancer have given up on coming to see me. They have given up normal conversations about my interests and made it about pitying my situation, yet not putting in any effort. I now have clinical depression and severe anxiety from going through so much treatment and trauma. My partner broke up with me near the beginning of my journey because they found it was too much. When we talked about it at the end, there was no consideration about how I felt.
It robbed me of doing anything a 27 year old should or could be doing. One of the biggest things it has robbed me of is going to the Eras Tour to see my idol @taylorswift live or meeting her one day. It has robbed me of going to see My Chemical Romance live. It gets to the point where you can’t do anything but lay in your bed and just hope one day things will change.
It has robbed me not just of my physical health, but my livelihood. That’s so important to acknowledge when talking and/or loving someone with cancer. Thank you for asking. ❤️
Brother with Cerebral Palsy and Mental Health Challenges Living In A Shelter After Being Illegally Evicted and Assaulted By His Landlord
Hi everyone. I am making this post again in a last ditch effort to get the support my brother so desperately needs. On approximately Nov. 27th, 2024, my brother was illegally evicted (without proper notices) for the landlord to move in a family member. When my brother started asking questions, the landlord forcibly removed him from the premises.
As it stands right now, disability is refusing to pay first and lasts on a new apartment because it hasnt been a year since he received it to move into the residence in question. This eviction has taken a toll on my brothers mental health. He has schizophrenia and severe anxiety and functions at a 10th grade level. My mom nor I can take him in because we live in rent geared to income housing and theyre extremely strict about having no more tenants than those stipulated on the lease.'
He's living in a shelter and desperately needs support to get out of there. we need first and lasts on a new place and money to get him started. Heres moms PayPal, click here to donate. Shares are so appreciated, thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
Brother with Mental Health Challenges and Cerebral Palsy Is Homeless After Landlord Illegally Evicted And Assaulted Him
Hi everyone. I’m so sorry to veer off from our normal topic of cats, but we have nowhere else to turn. On approximately November 27th, 2024, my brother was forcibly - grabbed by the sweater and tossed out - of the residence in question. This was after the landlord began telling him he needs to move immediately because he was moving a family member in.
As it stands, I live in rent geared to income housing and so does my mom, so they’re strict about not letting in other tenants other than those stipulated on the lease. Furthermore, I have my own ailments at the moment and need the room I have for my equipment and medical supplies. Right now, my mom and I are bouncing him between places. This has been hard on his mental health, he has schizophrenia, cognitively functions below his age level, and has cerebral palsy.
Right now we need first and last months rent for him because he had just moved into that place and disability only gives firsts and lasts once a month. We also need food and some things to get him setup in a new place. If you could share this or give even just $1, we’d appreciate it so much.
Here’s my moms PayPal, click here if you can donate ❤️
I still have my doubts that Luigi is really The Claims Adjuster, because I simply do not believe the cops at their word, but even if he is really the guy and he is a right-winger, then that means he chose to take all the hatred in his heart and point it against our oppressors instead of lashing out against the marginalized. That's a good thing.
Let's judge him based on what he chose to act on, and may all right wingers follow his example.
My Very Last Christmas Due To Cancer - A Letter To Taylor Swift
Hi. My name is Danielle (or Dani for short). I’m 27, have Spina Bifida and I’m a full time wheelchair user. I also have hydrocephalus and require a shunt. About 2 years ago, I was diagnosed with bladder cancer, which I am learning is common in younger people with Spina Bifida. They have tried all the common treatments and immunotherapy, but it has been unable to be tamed (the cancer cells). I write this in tears because my doctors are saying this is the end of the road and I met not even make it until Christmas. There is nothing more they can do.
I’m going to start this off by saying I have been a Swiftie since the Fearless era and I have always dreamed of seeing Taylor live. To see Fearless live would make me just the happiest girl alive but I missed my chances. Listening to Taylor makes me believe in hope and the idea of miracles. The song ‘Ronan’ makes me bawl my eyes out because I understand what it’s like to go through a grueling journey with cancer. All the treatments, sickness, and losing out on your youth. It’s awful and so isolating.
During the Eras tour, I watched every show and was so happy for my friends that they got to live out their dreams. I hope I get to stay here on Earth and live out my dream of seeing Taylor. Taylor, you have inspired me to be loving, patient and witty. Everything about you just makes me so happy and I wanted to thank you for helping me through this journey. ❤️
Here’s a picture of my cat Khloe that @eyeballzhurt drew. They’re a wonderful friend of mine
compilation
the edit itself
this edit is getting taken down from tiktok every time someone reuploads it, its straight up censorship at this point
Im not even american but im having a great time with this
DONT LET THIS DIE
credit to miraculousgastropod for the original
I do want to note that the whole "women are allowed to dress masculine and wear trousers" thing needs to be viewed in its historical context:
People fought for generations to be allowed to dress that way. They fought hard to be allowed to wear pants. Blue jeans were a symbol of feminist revolution. Women were barred from workplaces and schools for wearing them.
This is not some a natural fact that women dressing masculine is less shocking and humiliating. That normalization was fought for and hard-won.
And yet so many people erase the struggles of those people who fought to make that happen and pretend that it's just normal and natural that people don't see women "dressed like men" as ridiculous.
The Marriage of Figaro has what's called a "breeches role" which is a woman wearing men's clothes playing am ale role. This was done partly due to the vocal range requirements, but in many cases it was done comedically. It was risque and sexualized or comic relief that a woman was dressed as a man.
Anti-suffragette posters mock women wearing pants - well they were bloomers and split skirts back then - and mocking more masculine cut styles of clothes. This was meant to portray this as ridiculous.
They mocked the "new woman" in Weimar Germany, lamenting that they were too masculine.
This is a political cartoon from the 1920s depicting a woman in masculine dress deciding which bathroom to use:
Sorry but you're erasing these struggles and flattening history when you say this shit.
Women were killed and institutionalized in the struggle to make this happen. It really fucking bothers me the way it's framed as "people just don't find it as weird when women dress masculine."
Yes they fucking did. Until women and transmasculine people fought for their right to wear what they want. It's normalized because people struggled to normalize it.
And it's not normal everywhere. There are many countries where it's still illegal for women to wear pants. Sudan, Saudi Arabia.
Even in the US, it's forbidden and considered ridiculous in groups like the FLDS, the Amish, and the Hutterites.
We are flattening and erasing the struggles of women when we say these things. I know we're trying to build theory here but you can't build solid theory on a foundation of lies.
On November 25, 2024, I took Cacoa to the vet for a Solensia injection. She's 18-years-old and has painful arthritis, hence the treatment. I thought her life would improve.
I was very wrong.
Her body tanked. Here are the results from the blood work and urine sample. The short version is she's severely anemic and no longer producing blood cells. As for why, the vet thinks it's due to how Solensia works and the possibility of Cacoa having cancer. She had blood work done on November 11th, and it was completely normal. This is no longer the case. The vet thinks her body was managing the cancer and the drug shut that part off and suddenly cancer flooded her body.
Her total bill, from the checkup on the November 11th all the way through today is $1418.33
I'm having a huge holiday sale in my shop right now. Use the link below to receive 45% off your purchase. All proceeds will be used to pay off Cacoa's bill. I have quilts starting as small as coasters in my shop, as well as original paintings. At the current prices, two paintings will cover this large bill.
If you would rather donate, please use the link below and mark it as Friends and Family.
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All I wanted to do was relieve her of her pain. If I had any idea this would happen, we would've just continued living as we were.
Update: she died, here at home, on November 28th, the same day Jasper died two years ago. She's gone.
I have no idea how I'll manage my grief. 2022 was a horrific year. 2024 has been a shit year. Her health was in decline, with an anal gland rupturing into an abscess, then crystals in her urine, less energetic, less walking around all day, more sleep and sleeping on me. I just wanted to make her feel better, and now she's gone. I haven't been alone, truly alone, for 18 years. She was always with me when I was home, which is damn near 24/7 due to my disabilities. The house is too quiet.
$631/$1418.33
This is the bill thus far. On December 2nd, we will go to a laboratory, with Cacoa's body, and have an autopsy done. She will be cremated when the autopsy is complete. When proof of the drug killing her is presented to the drug manufacturer, we may be reimbursed for everything spent since the drug was administered. Until then, we will have to pay the bill, which will only grow with the cost of the autopsy and cremation. We were told those may be another $1k on the current bill.
To the men who voted for Donald Trump today:
When your girlfriend gets pregnant, and you’re not ready to become a father, and you’re forced into a position that cripples you emotionally, financially and irreversibly, remember: you did this.
When your sister’s pregnancy turns out to be ectopic, and she can’t get the life-saving medical care she needs and dies a completely pointless, preventable death, remember: you did this.
When your 12-year-old daughter is raped by her soccer coach — after he’s legally allowed to strip off her pants and peep at her genitals, because the existence of trans kids terrifies you — and she steals your shotgun and kills herself in your garage, remember, first and foremost: you did this.
Hundreds of thousands of people are going to die because of the decision you made today.
You did that.
anyways fuck everyone who
didn't vote even though they were able
didn't vote because "my vote doesn't matter"
voted third party
convinced other people of any of the above
It’s like seeing a Victorian woman’s ankles!
New official Nanami art with no glasses, loose hair, and a smile 🥹🥹 I'm in complete shambles, he deserves the world.
He even has feet 🫠 have we seen those before? I think that's NEW SKIN! I feel faint.
There are very few exceptions, like that soldier poet king song or certain gospel songs. I like Christmas music if that counts but majority of the ones I like have nothing to do with actual Christianity and are just about Santa Clause.
Do you think most or all Christian music is bad?
All these people trying to be nonchalant and mysterious while I am very much chalant and an open book of a person 🧍♀️
getting dishonorably discharged from the idgaf war for giving af
How’s about we tell everybody ‘Bob’ stands for something? I got it. ‘Baby on board’.
Top Gun Memes 2/? ― TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)
but captain he's just a little guyyyy