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gothiccharmschool:

delilahsdawson:

karenhealey:

moniquill:

sxizzor:

waddledoodles:

amesadoodle:

Black Oreo.

HUH

Blue Kiwi

ok

black muffin? eh

Brown Coffee…. yes it usually is?

TURQUOISE GNOCCHI

I AM INDIGO VELVET CAKE. YOU ATE MY BRIE. PREPARE TO DIE.

Pants? Well, if we go by my bloomers: BLACK LACE COFFEE. Which I think was a band name discussed by the StuntHusband and me long, long ago when we were toying with starting a band. 

Black Snickers.

I like it.

stephenfrycunninglinguist:

vaincreux:

“Greetings United States gov,

We are the Internet. Again, you are trying to pass this ridiculous CISPA law in order to control and censor the people. This will not stand. You already control the media, the economy, the criminal underworld, your national plots and our energy. YOU WILL NOT GET OUR INTERNET!

The U.S. law that would turn Google, Facebook, and Twitter into legally untouchable government spies just passed the House.

This bill affects everyone — not just U.S. citizens. Anyone with a Facebook account could now have their data shipped directly to the U.S. government. That’s why Internet users overwhelmingly oppose this bill. Over 1.5 million people signed petitions against it. But Congress didn’t listen. This law broadened the state terror and repression of the people. By allowing corporations to track our every action on the internet the state and corporations will be merged and that we have seen before: it is called fascism.

We are going dark on MONDAY April 22nd at 6 AM GMT for 24 hours to protest your illogical and terrorizing bill against the Internet itself. Even with the whole Internet crying out to stop this BILL, the US House of Representatives failed to do so blinded by lobbyist’s money and cum in your eyes. So we will take action ourselves and open your eyes. Every popular/mainstream websites will be black until you, Mr. DronObama promise us to use your VETO power to stop this bill at Senate. Take this as a protest or a warning, as you wish. One thing is for certain, neither you or anyone else in this world can control the Internet, so don’t even try. Stop wasting taxpayers’ money into doing these kind of shenanigans.

We are Anonymous.
We are Legion.
We do not Forgive.
We do not Forget.
Expect us.”

Source

This blog may not be as important as Twitter, Facebook or Google, but I’m still joining the blackout. The Internet is our last source of freedom, don’t let them take it away from us. Spread the voice.

Cosigned.

broflove:

Hi, Tumblr.  I never wanted to do something like this, but I need money.  My cat needs money.  I had been planning on selling things or finding a way to give something back, but my baby needs your help, and I’m all out of options. 

Charlie is six years old, and he’s been my everything since the day we found him.  He was abandoned at my mom’s job when he was a kitten, and my mom found him stuck under a fence, crying.  We had too many cats but she felt too bad for him to leave him; there was just something about him, something sweet and heartbreaking, and she knew he was ours. 

He’s a special cat, and has had problems from the start.  He has really high anxiety, which makes him pull out his fur and pee on things, and after a while we realized a lot of this stress was coming from the other animals in the house.  Basically, he’s a cat who doesn’t like other cats, and is only really relaxed when he’s alone, so we came to the decision to let him live in my room.  As far as I’m concerned, it was the best decision we ever made.   

 Charlie and I bonded really fast, and I feel like we could kind of relate to each other in our problems.  Maybe that’s weird to say, because he’s just a cat, but he’s never been “just a cat” to me.  He’s like another part of myself; always in my lap when I’m on the computer, letting me cuddle him like a stuffed animal at night.  He’s been with me through so many hard times, takes care of me when I’m sick, and helped me through getting diagnosed with depression.  It’s like he knew that one of my problems was getting out of bed, and he learned the sound of my alarm and would stand on me and meow in my face until I got up. 

We learned each other’s problems and adapted to them, helped each other, and I haven’t been without him since the day we moved him into my room.

But now he’s sick.  Very, very sick.  He’s helped me through so much, and now, when I really need to help him, I can’t. 

He has what’s called fatty liver disease, which is the most severe liver disease cats can get.  Here’s a description of it from petmd.com: “Normally, when a body is undernourished or starved, the body automatically moves fat from its reserves to the liver to be converted into lipoproteins for energy. Cat’s bodies are not designed to convert large stores of fat, so when a cat is in starvation mode, the fat that is released to the liver is not processed efficiently, resulting in a fatty and low functioning liver. As the fat accumulates in the liver it becomes swollen and turns yellow. Because it is not able to process red blood cells efficiently, the yellow pigment that makes up a portion of the red blood cell is released into the bloodstream, causing a yellowing of the eyes. If not treated promptly, [fatty liver disease] can lead to various complications and eventually death.”

This took him down so fast.  Just a week ago, he was still climbing on my shoulders and being his usual, happy self.  There were signs, small ones, but it’s only in retrospect that I can see them.  To me, it seemed that one day he was fine, and the next he couldn’t get up. 

After we got the diagnosis, we tried our best to treat him at home, but he had already reached a point where he couldn’t quite eat on his own.  The way to conquer fatty liver disease is with food, and we tried our best to force feed him, but each time I feared that he wasn’t getting enough, or that we weren’t doing it often enough, to break him out of this starvation mode he was in. 

We had to take him back to the vet daily for IV treatments, and even the techs noticed his daily decline.  Yesterday, Friday, the vet ended up saying, “If he survives the weekend.”  This made me panic, because everything I read about fatty liver disease made it sound like, while serious, it was treatable and something that can and will be survived.  But I just knew he wasn’t getting the maximum care at home, so I asked the vet to keep him over the weekend. 

Today, the vet called and told me Charlie had declined further, couldn’t even stand on his own, though he looked clearer: his eyes were wide and alert, and he was tracking people with his eyes and crying at them specifically.  But overall, he had reached a point where I needed to decide to put him down, or give them the okay to do everything they can to save him, which can end up costing up to $5,000. 

I’m not putting him down.  Ever.  Not unless it reaches a point where he is in unbearable pain, or some kind of definite suffering.  At this point, he feels no pain, it’s just the weakness keeping him down.  And based on his behavior when he was here, I could see him trying to continue his normal routine and act like everything is fine.  He wants to live.  He wants to try.  And I’m not going to stop that because of money.  I don’t want there to ever come a time where we have to stop treatment just because of that.  Charlie has done so much for me, even just by being here and loving me, that I just can’t give up on him. 

At this point, I’m begging.  Honestly begging.  I don’t have a job right now, and I’m paying for school, and I just don’t have the funds to do this.  I may not need $5,000, I may need more; I just don’t know at this point.  But I want to have the money here, so it can just be one less obstacle for us.  So even if I don’t hit the goal, this really is a case where every single dollar will help, so I can give him the best care he can get.

Please, please help my cat.  I don’t know what else to say, or how else to stress how much I’m just sitting here in tears begging you for help, but I love him so much, and I can’t imagine going on without doing everything I can for him.

Here’s the link to his donation page. 

Even if you can’t give anything, please reblog this and spread the word.  

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superwholockian-with-a-tardis:

stardustsherlock:

IF YOU LOVE TUMBLR REBLOG THIS, GO ON YOUR PAGE, CLICK ON THE PICTURE AND I SWEAR YOUR LIFE WILL BE COMPLETE.

YOU’RE WELCOME.

THIS IS THE MOST MOTHERFUCKING AMAZING THING EVER I AM IN LOVE I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY

OH MY GOD.
I just spent like, the last hour or something doing this. 

OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING BESIDES TUMBLR THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME FKDSKCFGNDKNGKNGDFds

Wow… i mean. i was really not expecting THIS!

NOPE

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