if someone says they dont want to be touched
- dont touch them
- dont fucking touch them
- actually dont touch them
- dont continue to fucking touch them after they make it clear they are uncomfortable
- THIS ISNT FUCKING HARD DONT FUCKING TOUCH THEM
also dont continue touching them bc you think their reaction is cute
Especially the last point
what the fuck are girls even supposed to do we get mocked for anything and everything
Alright. that’s it. I cannot fucking take it it anymore. Excuse my errors but I am PISSED.
I’ve seen this .gif on my dash several times, often accompanied by “omg so funny/i can’t stop laughing/turnt up/he’s having fun/etc. ” I’m sure a lot of people don’t realize that they are literally laughing at an extreme case of animal abuse. Birds have a very, very sensitive and delicate respiratory system. It’s so sensitive, in fact, that the smoke from simply cooking food around them can kill them.
Ever heard of the canary in a coal mine? This was practiced because birds react much more quickly to toxins in the air, and it would kill the canary before the toxins harmed the more resistant humans, alerting them to danger. Now, many mammals are sensitive to smoke. It’s true that you should never smoke around any pets, however, it will not immediately endanger a cat or dog from a single instance of exposure like it can a bird. That’s right, all it takes is ONE instance to give a bird lung cancer, infections, or possibly instant death.
THIS .GIF IS NOT FUNNY, IT IS AN IMAGE OF EXTREME IGNORANCE AND CRUELTY. Would you laugh at a puppy being fed a pound of chocolate, or a kitten drinking bleach? I don’t think so.
"Oh but the bird obviously likes it!", yeah, I’m sure the puppy would be happily wagging away as it ate the chocolate, too. That’s because it feels good, tastes good, and because they trust their owners. Birds can have the intelligence equivalent to a four year old human child, so they learn to depend on and trust their owners. Lots of things taste and feel good that can kill humans, too!! You would eat a mushroom if it tasted good and you weren’t aware that is was deadly! Especially if your parents or friends handed it to you with an assurance of safety.
An animal can’t decide or vocalize it’s desire to use drugs, so why force it upon them?
Here is a small selection of notes I’ve seen on this post, as well as asks I’ve received. Notice the cries of “social justice warrior!” (what?? how is that social justice? I don’t know.) Also, every. Single. Response. I’ve gotten to my polite, reasonable asks has been negative and accusatory.
(go through the notes. and if you don’t believe me, do a quick google search on the effects of smoke on birds. do it)
ANIMAL ABUSE IS UNFORGIVABLE. IF YOU WILLINGLY ENCOURAGE, TURN A BLIND EYE TO, LAUGH AT, OR PERPETRATE ANIMAL ABUSE- YOU ARE A PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT AND DESERVE NO SYMPATHY OR RESPECT. YOU ARE LITERAL TRASH.
**(it’s hard to tell if that is shisha or weed being smoked from the hookah, regardless, both are strong enough to intoxicate a small animal ,and both are packed full of toxins.)
Hello, friends, this also applies to snakes and I wanted to share because I have seen a lot of pictures of people blowing smoke at or near their poor snakes. Snakes have an incredibly sensitive respiratory system and subjecting them or any other animal to this is not okay!
THIS ABOVE PICTURE IS ALSO NOT FUCKING FUNNY.
THIS IS A DOG THAT HAS BEEN POISONED. IT IS NOT LOLZY OR CUTE OR “LOL DUDE THAT DOG IS TRIPPIN’.”
I’ve said a million fucking times already but: IF YOU ARE GOING TO FREAK OUT ABOUT VEGANS FEEDING THEIR PETS VEGAN DIETS WITH CLOSE VETERINARIAN MONITORING
AND YOU FIND THIS ABOVE THIS FUNNY AND REBLOGGABLE
YOU ARE SUPPORTING ANIMAL ABUSE YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE AND GO LAUNCH YOURSELF INTO THE SUN FUCK YOU GOOD BYE.
Some people are just literal human trash.
Thank fuck for this, I only saw the gif circulating the other day with hundreds of scumbags who liked it and found it funny… jesus christ, tumblr loves animal abuse. :(
I love public school
And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids and your talking dog
i’ve never seen something so accurate
RRAAWHHRR *bearhug* <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
you are the dancing queen, young and sweet only seventeen.
that is a raccoon
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
lol yes, so then i can shave.
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.
0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”
“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous.
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate.
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke.
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.”
I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.
The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.
I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.
I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
He spots her.
His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
1 second -
”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it.
The numbers have never changed.
They’ve always been at 0.Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….
AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.
this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it
i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart
Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate.
Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you.
"Mine has always been at 0 too."
And that’s when you know…
10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair
5 seconds: i give the man my money
0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life.
White couples that adopt non-white kids
If you’re getting mad at someone for adopting a parentless child and bringing that child into a loving home because their skin color doesn’t match then you need to take a good hard look at your priorities, evaluate your life, and ask yourself how you sunk this fucking low.
I already loved this
BUT THEN I REALIZED IT’S KRISTEN BELL
What is this!! Where can i find it!!!