"i am not at all physically attracted to you"
is an absolutely valid reason to not want to date someone.
People had the nerve to call me shallow for this.
By the way, it’s also totally cool to turn someone down without explaining your reasons. You are not interested, no will suffice. Do not feel pressured to explain your decisions to someone else.
Oh look it’s the video that gif is from, which makes the cat’s total lack of distress even more clear than the original gif.
The washing machine is not turning. The cat is.
I could watch this video for actual literal days. You get that tail, kitteh. You get it. omg.
Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think “I don’t have the right skills or resources to do this perfectly now, so I won’t do it at all.”
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
The STORY THOUGH.
It’s pretty much the same for dogs! I’ve raised many puppies of all different breeds and it’s tough. Doable, but tough. Takes a lot of time, patience, love, and energy (and money). And personalities can sometimes change from puppyhood to adulthood. What’s a cute little tiny thing that sleeps a lot can turn into an energetic and restless monster (monster in an endearing way) that loves to bite up your furniture. I should know, I have an American Bulldog that was 10 pounds when we got her as a puppy and loved to nestle up between my boobs for a nap and is now pushing 70 pounds and making a chew toy out of the couch (she still thinks she’s small enough to nap between my boobs, though.)
I’m not saying don’t adopt puppies or kittens—please do, if you have the capability. A nice home for any animal is a great thing. But if you’re someone who a) doesn’t have a lot of experience with animals or has never had a pet before b) lives in a small or not very animal-friendly place or c) works a lot/is gone most of the day, then getting a puppy or a kitten is really the last thing you should be doing. If you really want a pet, an adult animal is a much smarter choice for both you and the pet. Adult animals, even special needs ones like animals missing limbs or eyes, know how to take care of themselves better. They’ll be more of a companion to you, and less of a child-like pet that you need to baby. Adult animals will offer you more comfort and relaxation—a nice friend to cuddle up with after a long day—whereas puppies and kittens will need to be looked after and can sometimes cause you more stress.
Watch the video first. It’s worth pausing your music or finding your headphones for. Trust me.
Prompted by (x)
It is not Bucky’s first mission with the Avengers, but it is his first with just some of them. Thor is dealing with some kind of bildschnipe invasion in Asgard, Natasha is off guarding someone important, and Sam is at a family reunion. Which leaves Bucky with Clint, Tony, and Steve for their operation in the office building that they are pretty sure is a front for a remaining branch of Hydra. What Clint and Tony don’t know, but Bucky is all too aware of, is that Steve should never, ever be trusted with undercover work.
There is a safe that supposedly contains a flash drive with a list of all remaining Hydra facilities, and this is their target. Bucky is stationed in the building across the street, providing sniper cover of the room that houses the safe. Tony is in charge of getting to the security office and making sure that they don’t set off any alarms. Clint is tasked with exploring the building via the air ducts to see if there is any other valuable information to be found there.
Steve goes in dressed like a lazy office worker, and does his best to sneak into the building and up to the room without detection. Since Steve is about as good an actor as Arnold Schwarzenegger and twice as recognizable, this plan goes south fairly quickly. Steve makes it into the room fine, but before he even has a chance to open the safe, three armed Hydra agents storm into the room. Steve whirls around to face them while Bucky tenses, finger on the trigger of his sniper rifle.
Bucky mutters a curse. He could take one or two of the agents down, but he doesn’t have a clear shot of the middle one, and there’s no way he can get all of them before they get Steve.
“Wow, this got serious,” Steve remarks, hands in the air. He turns back to look through the window, and Bucky can see the calculating and mischievous look in his eye. Bucky learned to fear that look a long time ago.
Steve completely ignores Bucky’s warning, and turns back to the Hydra agents. He shrugs his shoulders a little bit, getting into character.
“Steve, you promised me last time that you wouldn’t do it again. Don’t do it, Steve.”
Steve raises his arms, and his hands are shaped into finger guns.
“I’m warning you,” he says, his voice coming out deeper than usual.
“I am a lethal killing machine,” Steve plows on. “It was a secret government experiment. They did weird stuff to me. Spooky stuff…anal stuff.”
Clint comes to a dead stop in the middle of his air duct.
“What the fuck is he doing?”
“Something amazing,” says Tony, who is watching the live security camera feed of the scene. “Something truly, truly amazing.”
“He’s doing something idiotic,” Bucky snaps. “Now shut up so I can focus.”
“Turned me into a dangerous telekinetic,” Steve continues. There is a clink of metal as Bucky does a facepalm. “As the ancient Tibetan philosophy states: don’t start none, don’t be none.”
“Who is he and what has he done with Steve Rogers?” Clint demands in a whisper.
“Barton, this is the Steve Rogers that I had to look after during the war,” Bucky hisses back. “It’s a miracle I never got an ulcer.”
“I think the Captain America chapter of my history book was missing a few pages,” drawls one of the Hydra agents.
“I can’t believe we were missing out on this for three years,” Tony says, watching gleefully as Steve just smirks at the agent, his finger-guns still locked and loaded. “JARVIS, I believe you know what to do.”
“Sir, are you sure that’s appropriate?”
“Oh yeah. Set it up.”
“Telekinetic your way out of this,” the Hydra agent says, stepping forward with a pair of the heavy-duty cuffs that they designed for Steve but tested on the Winter Soldier.
The sight of them makes Steve’s eyes go hard, but his grin stays firmly in place. He pulls his finger-trigger with a ‘PEW!’ noise that most people don’t make after they’ve graduated from the fifth grade, and the agent goes down in a spray of crimson as Bucky makes a perfect shot. The speaker system starts blaring Don’t Stop Believing, and a second agent goes down with a pop from Steve’s imaginary gun and a bullet from Bucky’s real one.
The third agent is still standing, looking equal parts incredulous and terrified. Steve turns both finger guns on him, and the agent just shakes his head, holding up his very real gun in surrender.
“Face down,” Steve orders in what he probably thinks is an intimidating voice. “Or I’ll make your heart stop beating with my mind.”
The guy hits the deck, and Tony loses it, doubling over and laughing so hard that he has to open the faceplate of his suit to get enough air.
“If I don’t get a video of this, Stark, I will unscrew every single bolt on all of your robots,” Clint warns.
“Please,” Tony scoffs. “What do you think everyone is getting for Christmas?”
“If you two don’t stop encouraging him, I will shoot you both,” Bucky growls.
“The music is a nice touch,” Clint adds, ignoring Bucky.
Steve turns to the window and gives Bucky a shit-eating grin and a thumbs-up. Bucky gives him a metal one-fingered salute.