A bit of its hysterical lyrics: Oh no, it’s come to the bridge, that can’t be good news It’s getting about as high as I can go, dear god, whose Idea was it to even let me attempt this? I’m straining so damn hard, I’m fucked from here on ouuuuuuuuuut! Fuck this shit, so done with it These are notes I just can’t hit Before my throat goes dry My voice will crack and then I’ll cry
Damn, though. I can hit those high notes with no problem but those low notes?! I physically can’t get them out. This song. Idina. DISNEY MUSIC. NO FAIR.
I honestly think people forget that the church and state are supposed to be separate. Give me one non-religious reason against same sex marriage. One non-religious reason against stem cell research. One non-religious reason against safe abortions. Go ahead.
brother bear, i let you down you trusted me, believed in me and i let you down
nobody ever talks about the time when Disney made a movie where the main character killed the other main character’s mother because of prejudice and misunderstanding
and then he learns how wrong he was
why doesn’t anyone talk about this movie?
You mean the Disney movie that doesn’t focus on romance in the slightest and is entirely about family love and learning about yourself and seeing the error of your ways? That one? That fucking golden movie?
Next Disney princess designs LEAKED! Concept art from Disney’s currently untitled future animated movie. I’m really glad to see Princesses with shorter hair! I think it’s really feminist to show girls that they can have their hair shorter. Also, it’ll add a great amount of diversity to Disney’s princess line. Here we have two new and very unique looking princess. The animation looks like it’s going to be stunning,
Frankly I’m really excited for it! :) It’s too bad the social justice warriors are trying to get the designs changed because they’re not black disabled fat people. Obviously there’s no amount of diversity that will make those people happy. Can’t wait to see more :)
Are you fucking retarded? This is a clearly edited picture
get your fucking slurs off my post. this is clearly a JOKE. nobody would honestly try to pass this off as a legitimate promotional image
“Oh, so because I’m straight I’m not allowed to have an opinion on [insert LGBT issue here]”
Listen.
I’m an english major. I know next to nothing about science, engineering, and astronomy. Sure, I think space is cool. I’m very supportive of NASA’s efforts. I might even have an opinion on where we should send the next shuttle or how much money we should spend on space travel.
But at the end of the day, my opinion on the matter is not valuable. I’m not going to enter into a discussion about the next shuttle launch with a bunch of trained scientists and expect them to take me seriously.
Sometimes, your opinion is not valuable. Sometimes, you aren’t qualified to enter a discussion.
And, lets be honest, straight people’s opinions are valued in literally every other situation. Hell, straight people get more awards for lgbt “activism” than queer people themselves.
If you really can’t accept that sometimes your voice isn’t the most important in the room, you might need to get over yourself.
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.
