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Aww, Cute, and Reddit: everythingfox: faded-coat-of-blue: faded-coat-of-blue: everythingfox: “Scared cat gets saved by two French guys” (Source) This is so adorable: 1) those two guys don’t know each other at all, they both stopped independently when they saw the kitten 2) they both come to the conclusion that it was abandoned, and seem really distraught and concerned as to how it ended up there 3) the biker says he’d take the kitten home himself, but he’s allergic, so the pink and grey shirt guy agrees to look after it instead OK, since people are asking, here’s an extremely rough translation: Moto: No! There’s a little kitten in the road! You’re kidding! Pinkgrey: *something unintelligible* M: Yeah, yeah! P (in English, to an oncoming driver): Stop! M (to the kitten): No! Come here, you. *kissing noises* C’mon. Little one, what are you doing here? No, little one. P: *unintelligible* M: I don’t know. I’d take him, but unfortunately I’m allergic. But, y’know, can’t leave him here. ??? little one, c’mon. Lost, someone abandoned him. How did he end up here? P: Give him to me. M: Are you gonna take him? Oh, thank you so much. ???, fortunately. P: *unintelligible* M: But it’s so weird that he was here, in the middle of the road. Oh, he’s so cute. *cut* M: Alright, thank you very much. No, of course - have a nice day, goodbye! Thank you 🙏🏼
Aww, Cute, and Reddit: everythingfox:

faded-coat-of-blue:


faded-coat-of-blue:


everythingfox:


“Scared cat gets saved by two French guys”
(Source)


This is so adorable:
1) those two guys don’t know each other at all, they both stopped independently when they saw the kitten 
2) they both come to the conclusion that it was abandoned, and seem really distraught and concerned as to how it ended up there
3) the biker says he’d take the kitten home himself, but he’s allergic, so the pink and grey shirt guy agrees to look after it instead


OK, since people are asking, here’s an extremely rough translation: 
Moto: No! There’s a little kitten in the road! You’re kidding!

Pinkgrey: *something unintelligible*

M: Yeah, yeah!

P (in English, to an oncoming driver): Stop!

M (to the kitten): No! Come here, you. *kissing noises* C’mon. Little one, what are you doing here? No, little one.

P: *unintelligible*

M: I don’t know. I’d take him, but unfortunately I’m allergic. But, y’know, can’t leave him here. ??? little one, c’mon. Lost, someone abandoned him. How did he end up here?

P: Give him to me.

M: Are you gonna take him? Oh, thank you so much. ???, fortunately.

P: *unintelligible*

M: But it’s so weird that he was here, in the middle of the road. Oh, he’s so cute. 

*cut*

M: Alright, thank you very much. No, of course - have a nice day, goodbye!


Thank you 🙏🏼

everythingfox: faded-coat-of-blue: faded-coat-of-blue: everythingfox: “Scared cat gets saved by two French guys” (Source) This is s...

Being Alone, Crying, and Dude: thejorie: xilast-zurvifferman: thejorie: jackbecq: thejorie: 19leahjade96: thejorie: madamekagamine: thejorie: gccgrimm: thejorie: gucciballs: thejorie: peble: thejorie: My three girlfriends.And yes, they smoke weed. do they smoke weed? Yes, actually. you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,) They don’t look like they smoke weed. Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad. Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle. I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING  Well that escalated quickly…… What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body* haha oh my god who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes. love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”. and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”. “the goo pile that is now your body” i’m dying over here, jesus please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun. *shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.* this dude playin omg  Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
Being Alone, Crying, and Dude: thejorie:

xilast-zurvifferman:

thejorie:

jackbecq:

thejorie:

19leahjade96:

thejorie:

madamekagamine:

thejorie:

gccgrimm:

thejorie:

gucciballs:

thejorie:

peble:

thejorie:

My three girlfriends.And yes, they smoke weed.

do they smoke weed?

Yes, actually.

you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? 

It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)

They don’t look like they smoke weed.

Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.Fuck You.I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.

Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.

I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING 

Well that escalated quickly……

What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*

haha oh my god

who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.

love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.

and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.

“the goo pile that is now your body”

i’m dying over here, jesus

please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.

*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot…*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*

this dude playin omg 

Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still  at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you.  I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.*Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*

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Being Alone, Children, and Climbing: Verizon LTE 11:06 AM Thread Laura Barrera, Esq. @abogada_laura Today my client was excited to push the elevator buttons on the way to her first deportation hearing. Afterwardsl congratulated her on tying her shoes by herself. She's 6 and @TheJusticeDept thinks she should only get a lawyer if she can pay for one Court rules children facing deportation have no right to court-. thehill.com 2/26/18, 9:38 AM 165 Retweets 147 Likes Tweet your reply Verizon LTE 11:06 AM Tweet Laura Barrera, Esq. @abogada_laura My 5-yr-old client can't tell me what country she is from. We prepare her case by drawing pictures with crayons of the gang members that would wait outside her school. Sometimes she wants to draw ice cream cones and hearts instead. She is in deportation proceedings alone Beto O'Rourke @BetoORourke "The child _ in the middle of the hearing started climbing up on the table. It really highlighted the absurdity of what we're doing with these kids." texastribune.org/2018/06/27/imm... 6/28/18, 9:55 AM from Paradise, NV Tweet your reply michelleengardt: liukka: svelfe: This is a result of the inhumane decisions that members of this administration want you to be silent about in public for fear of a loss of “civility”. The kid and her lawyer were about the only humans there. For fucks sake, they’re kids. HERE’S THE LINK TO SUPPORT HER WORK
Being Alone, Children, and Climbing: Verizon LTE
 11:06 AM
 Thread
 Laura Barrera, Esq.
 @abogada_laura
 Today my client was excited to push the
 elevator buttons on the way to her first
 deportation hearing. Afterwardsl
 congratulated her on tying her shoes by
 herself. She's 6 and @TheJusticeDept
 thinks she should only get a lawyer if
 she can pay for one
 Court rules children facing
 deportation have no right to court-.
 thehill.com
 2/26/18, 9:38 AM
 165 Retweets 147 Likes
 Tweet your reply

 Verizon LTE
 11:06 AM
 Tweet
 Laura Barrera, Esq.
 @abogada_laura
 My 5-yr-old client can't tell me what
 country she is from. We prepare her
 case by drawing pictures with crayons
 of the gang members that would wait
 outside her school. Sometimes she
 wants to draw ice cream cones and
 hearts instead. She is in deportation
 proceedings alone
 Beto O'Rourke @BetoORourke
 "The child _ in the middle of the hearing
 started climbing up on the table. It really
 highlighted the absurdity of what we're doing
 with these kids."
 texastribune.org/2018/06/27/imm...
 6/28/18, 9:55 AM from Paradise, NV
 Tweet your reply
michelleengardt:
liukka:

svelfe:
This is a result of the inhumane decisions that members of this administration want you to be silent about in public for fear of a loss of “civility”.

The kid and her lawyer were about the only humans there.  For fucks sake, they’re kids.

HERE’S THE LINK TO SUPPORT HER WORK

michelleengardt: liukka: svelfe: This is a result of the inhumane decisions that members of this administration want you to be silent about...

Target, youtube.com, and Cool: Alessia Cara shows us what it’s like to become “instantly not cool” when you’re in the middle of a serious conversation and cant find the straw
Target, youtube.com, and Cool: Alessia Cara shows us what it’s like to become “instantly not cool” when you’re in the middle of a serious conversation and cant find the straw

Alessia Cara shows us what it’s like to become “instantly not cool” when you’re in the middle of a serious conversation and cant find the st...

Crazy, Facebook, and Fail: Add Friend A fellow melanated creative recieved this deliberate discouragement in his tumblr inbox...what's crazy is...I can't really say that anonymous is wrong though. #Sad #P0C #WherelsTheSupport Ananymous s... you know ur kickstarter is going to fail, right? tumblr and the rest of the world doesn't care about visual novels featuring black people nearly as much as you seem to think they do. just look at how little notes your little project gets. Like Comment Share EN OF 2AL blackmoonbabe: askhimemiyaanthy: feminismdoneright: I’m going to point out some weird things about @projecttrinity‘s upcoming visual novel “Women of Xal” in relation to this site. 1) It’s an upcoming Kickstarter bound otome game that very obviously is PoC / People of Color WoC/ Women of Color centric. We’ve got a bi female lead with several romancable women. And it’s in a harsh matriarchal society ready to give some brutal parallels to our own. Being helmed by a very capable and snarky Black writer. The two programmers are women. The artists are women. The singers are women. One of the animators is a woman. AND THERE’S TANGIBLE QUALITY TO IT! I thought we’ve been asking for more projects like this for years now. But Tumblr has been the most quiet of the four sites it’s updating on??? (Youtube, Facebook, LemmSoftForums, Tumblr)  2) How are hateful anons finding this project before everyone else? Why are we letting Black creatives feel like the anon has a point about Tumblr not caring? Isn’t this site notorious for propping up content like this? Where are my feminists at?! Like, I truly get it: Most of you will have only just heard of this. And Tumblr didn’t make it easy in the first place. Tags and timing are madly important. But so are reblogs and follows! You’re reading this now - there’s nothing truly stopping you from showing that anon the middle finger. For every time WE DON’T JUST ‘HEART’ A CREATIVE’S POST and reblog/follow their content, we prove hateful anons like this wrong. And every time we prove them wrong, we send an encouraging message to other minorities who want to share their passions with the world, but face that uphill battle. And hey, the writer clearly has faith in this site still: You can find out more about the project here. Or, better yet, follow, and support the team here! (Bonus Note: If you’re someone who has been reblogging a lot of content from this team as well, cheers, fellow sisters! 3) Something unrelated, but, please help support! :)  Tumblr’s pretty good about ignoring black creators, hell alot of black people on tumblr are pretty good about ignoring black creators. Which really goes to show you most of the folks on here are just being performative for good noodle stars and aren’t really about anything.
Crazy, Facebook, and Fail: Add Friend
 A fellow melanated creative recieved this deliberate discouragement in his tumblr
 inbox...what's crazy is...I can't really say that anonymous is wrong though. #Sad
 #P0C #WherelsTheSupport
 Ananymous s...
 you know ur kickstarter is going to fail, right? tumblr and the rest of the world doesn't
 care about visual novels featuring black people nearly as much as you seem to think they
 do. just look at how little notes your little project gets.
 Like
 Comment
 Share

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blackmoonbabe:

askhimemiyaanthy:

feminismdoneright:

I’m going to point out some weird things about @projecttrinity‘s upcoming visual novel “Women of Xal” in relation to this site.
1) It’s an upcoming Kickstarter bound otome game that very obviously is PoC / People of Color  WoC/ Women of Color centric. We’ve got a bi female lead with several romancable women. And it’s in a harsh matriarchal society ready to give some brutal parallels to our own. Being helmed by a very capable and snarky Black writer. The two programmers are women. The artists are women. The singers are women. One of the animators is a woman. AND THERE’S TANGIBLE QUALITY TO IT! I thought we’ve been asking for more projects like this for years now. But Tumblr has been the most quiet of the four sites

it’s updating on???

 (Youtube, Facebook, LemmSoftForums, Tumblr) 
2) How are hateful anons finding this project before everyone else? Why are we letting Black creatives feel like the anon has a point about Tumblr not caring? Isn’t this site notorious for propping up content like this? Where are my feminists at?!
Like, I truly get it: Most of you will have only just heard of this. And Tumblr didn’t make it easy in the first place. Tags and timing are madly important. But so are reblogs and follows! You’re reading this now - there’s nothing truly stopping you from showing that anon the middle finger. For every time WE DON’T JUST ‘HEART’ A CREATIVE’S POST and reblog/follow their content, we prove hateful anons like this wrong. And every time we prove them wrong, we send an encouraging message to other minorities who want to share their passions with the world, but face that uphill battle.
And hey, the writer clearly has faith in this site still:

You can find out more about the project here.
Or, better yet, follow, and support the team here!

(Bonus Note: If you’re someone who has been reblogging a lot of content from this team as well, cheers, fellow sisters! 3)

Something unrelated, but, please help support! :) 

Tumblr’s pretty good about ignoring black creators, hell alot of black people on tumblr are pretty good about ignoring black creators. Which really goes to show you most of the folks on here are just being performative for good noodle stars and aren’t really about anything.

blackmoonbabe: askhimemiyaanthy: feminismdoneright: I’m going to point out some weird things about @projecttrinity‘s upcoming visual nove...