My 12 year old sister went to a birthday party with 10 other girls, and for the loot bags everyone got a fish in a bowl and some fish food along with a set of rules. It’s basically a contest to see whoever can keep their fish alive the longest, and the winner gets a $25 gift card. It is the stupidest thing ever, I got so angry when I heard about it. So far 6 fish out of the 10 have died, and it’s only been 1 week. The girls aren’t even allowed to change the fish bowl and put it in something bigger, because that’s considered “cheating.” These poor fish do not deserve to be treated like this, they are living beings, not objects.
Find out who’s in charge and douse them with filthy fishbowl water
wow, this is just disgustingggggggggggggggggggggggg.
Hooooly fucking shit I would be stomping faces over this who the fuck thinks “You know what would be super fun for these little kids? Having all of them kill an animal, but as slow as they can manage, then reward one of them for it. IT’LL TEACH THEM ABOUT ~*RESPONSIBILITY*~ AKA ABUSING LIVING THINGS!!! Excellent yes i m best party planner” ugh ugh
Oh my god this is HORRIFYING. you are basically TELLING them the fish will die, even the ‘winner’ is last to go ‘belly up.’
that is awful, what a horrible person. They should be ashamed of themselves.
Hehe, what a small world. I’m sure your snake is handsome, just as mine is! :3
So, I went in to check on everyone and I turn to look into Samson’s enclosure…and I’m greeted to this!
Samson, you ridiculous snake, what’re you doin’.
Jewel went on a star adventure, and what a turbulent journey that it was! It’s dangerous to go into the pit of handmade stars alone, so always make sure you have a helpful human hand nearby.
More shots of my Crested Geckos, using my.. phone. Better than nothing, I suppose. Just wish I could show off how there’s a nice light grey on Camo. I also included a snapshot of their enclosure locations, which is on top of my dresser. I know their homes are a little bare for now, but that’s how they came, and I do plan to change that.
Some photos of my reptiles, two of which are new!
Camo and Jewel are recent acquisitions from Candice at Emerald City Cresties! This is my first time with geckos, but I did as much research as I could to make sure they were a good match for me, and I’ll stay in contact with Candice. ( I’m sure she misses them )
Samson, recently, ate a rat and left a rat sized log for me to clean up then decided to look regal on his branch.
Ah, I both love and hate the camera on my phone.
This is the current signature count for the petition to restore Net Neutrality. As you can see it has a very long way to go.
Come on people I know there are at least 64,000 of you on tumblr who haven’t signed this yet. Click here to do so
If you have already signed be sure to share the link so that the word will spread.
hey real talk for a second
the deadline for this petition is in THREE WEEKS
and it’s not even halfway to meeting the goal.
If it doesn’t meet the goal, IT’S OVER. THE PETITION IS REMOVED. THE END.
I know it might be a little annoying to take a whole two minutes out of your life to make an account and sign this, but that little annoyance pales in comparison to the fact that right now, MASSIVE CORPORATIONS NOW HAVE THE POWER TO CONTROL HOW THE INTERNET IS RUN
Please, DON’T sit back and think, “Oh, everyone else will sign it. I’ll just reblog.” No. There are literally THOUSANDS of people thinking the exact same thing. There’s a reason this post has almost 20,000 notes more than the number of signatures: It’s because people are liking and reblogging without signing it.
Don’t fall victim to the bystander effect. DO take this very, very seriously. The only requirement for signing is that you are 13 years or older. You don’t have to be a U.S. citizen to sign. So please, take the two minutes. Sign the petition. It’s the only hope we have to fix this.
Signal boost because this is the first I’ve heard of one that can be signed outside of the U.S. pleasepleaseplease do the thing.
Honestly I’ve been watching this petition since I signed it (around 80k sigs to go) and have been astonished at how slowly people have moved to sign it.
If you value your internet experience at all, it would do you well to make your voice heard and do something about it. Signing this petition isn’t the only thing, but it’s one step you could take.
An eight-year-old New York boy is being hailed as a hero after saving six people from a mobile home fire, dying as he attempted to save his grandfather.
East Rochester’s Tyler Doohan convinced his mother to let him spend the night with his grandfather when the fire broke out early Monday morning sometime after 4 am.There were nine people total in the trailer, and authorities believe Tyler was able to help wake up and lead six family members out of the fire, including two 4- and 6-year-old children.
Once outside the trailer, family members say Tyler realized his grandfather had not made it out, and he went back inside to save him. Firefighters responded to the emergency around 4:45 am, but Tyler and his grandfather were both found dead inside the trailer, along with the boy’s uncle.
“It makes me really proud, it really does. But I just want him back,” Tyler’s mother, Crystal Vrooman told local ABC affiliate WHAM.
“All I could think about is how he couldn’t breathe,” she added. “I’m just so grateful that he went with people that he loved … He didn’t go alone.”
The six family members who made it out of the trailer alive were transported to a local hospital, where they were treated for minor injuries.
“The roof had collapsed on the front half of the trailer and one of the individuals was found there, probably on a couch, but there was nothing left to even see if it was furniture,” Penfield Fire Chief Chris Ebmeyer said to the Democrat and Chronicle. “In the rear, there was a bedroom and the other deceased male was found in a bed. The child was a few feet way.”
“He saved those other six people,” he said.
Along with Tyler’s relatives, the trailer was also home to numerous animals. According to CNN, several dogs, cats, hamsters, and a rabbit died in the blaze.
The cause of the fire is still under investigation, though officials speculate that it could have been caused by an electrical problem.
Tyler’s actions have inspired the local community, and the interim superintendent of the fourth grader’s school district said the boy “bravely and selflessly” gave his own life.
“I just got an email from one of our staff members, who when they heard Tyler had gone back in, or continued to help his grandfather get out of the burning building, they were not surprised at all,” Richard Stutzman told WHEC Rochester.
“That’s the type of young man he was, and in my heart and the heart of East Rochester, he’s a true hero.”
Rest in peace
EDITORIAL: Wyoming town taken over by an Indian tribe
Residents of Riverton, a quiet town of 11,000 in Wyoming, were shocked to wake up one recent morning to learn they were now Indians. Sort of. Their town had been taken over by an Indian tribe without a bullet or arrow being fired. This hasn’t happened since Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman, having put the torch to the South, arrived to take on the Nez Perce. Yet no battles took place last month. The Environmental Protection Agency simply approved an application by the Northern Arapaho and Eastern Shoshone tribes to declare the newly expanded tribal region henceforth be treated “as a state.”
This is pleasant news.
I want some sources tho :)
An internal Walmart memo was leaked yesterday, describing how to discourage workers from coming together for action. This document, leaked by Anonymous “Hacktivists” demanded absolute loyalty to Walmart. It further instructed that any and all signs of worker discontent be reported to supervisors immediately.
The leaked documents comes right as the National Labor Relations Board issued a complaint against Walmart for its illegal terminations and disciplinary actions. This complaint was the largest in history against the corporation. It argued against Walmart’s actions against store workers who stood up on Black Friday as well as others who went on strike during the Summer of 2013.
Just last week, a federal court in Los Angeles ruled that the corporation can be sued for the abuses contracted warehouse workers experience. Warehouse Workers United says the following:
“Their lawsuit alleges that the workers who load and unload Walmart’s truck containers, many of whom have worked at these warehouses for years, were routinely forced to work off the clock, denied legally required overtime pay, and retaliated against when they tried to assert their legal rights, or even asked how their paychecks had been calculated.”
Ein sichtum heizit minne.
der ist des swerer denne ein ander sichtum. daz he ist an deme gedanken.
Swer den sichtum hat, deme gelugent di ougin nimmer.
vnde unstete sint si uon deme insteten gedanken.
Jr bran sint swere. di uarwe ist bleich. si wachint uil.
Swenne he sich uortufet mit gedanken. so uortribet he beide des libes werc vnde der sele.
Wande der lip uolget der sele in ir getat. vnde di sele deme libe an siner leidunge.
Der sichtum wirt etwenne uon der uberuluzcheit der vuchte. vnde ouch etwenne daz man sich senet nach liben sachin.
Zu deme sichtum is gut daz man trinke wol gemachtin win. vnde hore seitinspil. daz hemimet im di trurigheit.
Der den sichtum hat uon der sen suchte, der sal ouch reden mit den di im lip sin.
Vnde sal hore scone mere der in geluste zu horne.❞
From Das Breslauer Arzneibuch, a Middle High German book with medical advice, written in the mid 14th century.
How to cure love (my translation)
There is a disease called ‘love’.
It is worse by far than all other diseases as it affects the ability to think clearly.
Anyone affected by aforementioned disease will have eyes that will no longer be functional.
And their confused thoughts will make them stumble.
Their eyelids are heavy, their complexion pale and they often suffer from insomnia.
Anyone suffering from a case of love can get rid of their physical as well as mental pain, by keeping their mind occupied with other things.
This as the body responds to the signs of distress that it gets from the soul, and the soul feels the physical pain of the body to an equal extent.
People suffering from a bad case of perspiration and a longing for things dear to them can often be identified as victims of the disease.
A good remedy against aforementioned disease is to drink a collection of good wines and listen to string instruments. This makes it easier to deal with the emotional pain of love.
Anyone suffering from pains brought on by this disease should speak to people they are close to.
And they should also listen to stories, myths and legends that they enjoy.
A 16-yr-old African American boy was sexually assaulted by a police officer during a “stop and frisk” pat-down. The assault was committed with such violence that the youth’s testicles were literally ruptured.
Now, Darrin Manning of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania may never be able to father children, according to the doctors who performed surgery on his virtually destroyed testicles.
Darrin was a star basketball player with no criminal history to speak of. He was a straight-A student who never got into any sort of trouble. He was with his teammates heading to a game right after school when he encountered an officer who decided he was “suspicious” and needed to be subjected to local “stop and frisk” procedures.
Though no official reason has been given for the stop and frisk, Darrin and the other (uniformed) members of the basketball team who were stopped suggest it was because they were wearing scarves over their faces to protect against the extreme cold Philadelphia, like much of the country, has suffered this winter.
Darrin was put in handcuffs. When the officer began “frisking” him, they grabbed hold of Darrin’s genitals so hard, pulled and twisted, that the teen’s genitals literally tore off.
“I felt the officer reach and grab my butt. Then the officer grabbed my testicles and squeezed again and pulled down. And that’s when I heard something pop, like I felt it POP,” Manning said.
The incident has left the 16-year-old with felony charges of assault and resisting arrest.
"I’m just grateful that they just didn’t kill him," said Darrin’s mother.
I honest to god have no words for this
"Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.
My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.
Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a sudden heaviness in my right leg.”Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”
Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.
Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.
It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.
Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.
"I can’t find my daddy!" He said between hiccups. "That’s OK," I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you." "Really? You promise?" He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. "Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem."
He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.
We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.
"What does your daddy look like?" I asked. "He’s wearing a white t-shirt." Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.
Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.
We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?
Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.
"Mijo!" He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….
Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.
As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer.
I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.”
sweetest story ever…
THIS IS IT THIS IS THE STORY I ALWAYS TELL
THIS STORY IS PRESH AND EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW THIS STORY
Awww, good furry! More of these, please.
An open letter to the ‘nice guy’ who tried to hit me because I stopped him from taking home a drunk girl who was begging him to leave her alone (or: why you should never ask a poet if she’s really an ugly cocksucker or if that’s just her day job):
The thing is, everyone assumes that by taking away our rights, you make us weak.
In reality, just the opposite occurs. We are used to the sling of insults - there is nothing you can say that hasn’t already been said to me. We are used constantly being on the outlook for our aggressor - so yes, I can spot an asshole from across the room and it’s because I often have to.
The thing is: you are making our skins thicker and our spines stronger than anyone who doesn’t have to put up with the shit that we do. We are the same generation that can wear pretty dresses and cut up your corpse in the same moment: because trust me, we know how to get blood out of our clothing.
You think women are little helpless flowers but I know at least a quarter of my lady friends with self-defense classes under their belts, at least half who can fight their way out of a chokehold with nothing but their carkeys like daggers in their fists, at least three-fourths who are so used to any kind of slur you can throw at them that they have four witty comebacks just resting on their backburners, and all of them - all of them - are baptized in the fire of another person’s violation, whether verbal or otherwise. You are not making the submissive housewives or the shy secretaries of your wet dreams. You have made dragons.
You have made mothers with sharp teeth who can balance eight different tasks and still remember your favorite dinner. You have made CEOs who do better work because they’re used to being told they’re sub-par. You are making artists and poets and musicians who’ve seen the dark in the world. You are making social justice warriors - I use this not as a defamation but as a banner, as the way they brand themselves because it is a battle, isn’t it, and nobody’s come out without their share of scars - you are making a generation of caustically beautiful ladies who have seen more shit by six a.m. than you have all your life and they still walk better in heels than you do in your boat shoes.
We do not invite your ‘nice guy’ into our beds, you’re right, because the nice guys of our lives have been our fathers asking us if we ‘are really going out in that,’ have been our best friend telling us that his girlfriend should give up sex because he’s paid for dinner, have been our uncles and brothers and the great gentlemen who hang out of their cars and laugh when the thirteen-year-old they just honked at jumps and looks terrified (but should totally accept the compliment as if it was a gift instead of the moment she recognizes she’s never going to be safe) -
you wanna know why we don’t let nice men into our beds? Because we rarely find them.
They’re out there, I know it, but they’re not the ones wetting themselves when a woman asks ‘why do you think that?’ instead of sitting back and letting him laugh with his buddies about femi-nazis. They’re out there and they’re probably as pissed as we are that at least one third of their population has openly admitted there are times when they think it’s okay to force their significant other to have sex: they’re out there, and the sad thing is, if you’re a male, you’re statistically not one of them. As far as we know, you don’t exist. You are a white knight only you believe in.
Here’s the thing about forcing people down: eventually they’re going to get strong enough to push right on back, and when you’ve spent the whole time sitting on your ass sinking your teeth into your healthy wage gap, you’re not going to be ready for it.
You’ve hurt us, over and over. When the time comes for us to hurt back, do you know how many of us are going to ask ‘Where was the mercy when I was begging like he is now? Where was that mercy when I got pregnant? Where was that mercy when I was called selfish for being a single parent? Where was that mercy when he forced himself on me? Where was that mercy, in anything?’
The thing about oppression is that it can only last for so long. You are not making yourself dominant, you’re making yourself weak. I’ve seen men crumble because they feel uncomfortable when they get hit on by other men as if the stench of their own mistakes is strangling them. I’ve seen them get impassioned because a teacher preferred females and I’ve laughed because I had eight other classes where it was reversed and in all of those eight, it went uncontested. I have legitimately punched a boy who said that a show for girls was shameful because it tries to teach lessons instead of catering to his desire for sex - as if just by liking something, he owns it. I’ve seen boys growl about women’s history month and had to wonder if they’ve ever held a textbook where the only names of girls are tiny footnotes. I’ve seen fathers ask why the curriculum I use for my six-year-olds is carefully gender neutral, why I let his son play at cooking or his daughter be a doctor.
I have never heard a mother complain except to beg me to get her little girl to talk more, to do more, to succeed - do you see? Do you see?
Here’s the thing about stepping on us: we have learned to stop licking your boots
and now we want to ruin you.