Dear shippers of Tumblr: I know the season’s over, but this sort of mistake just bugs the living hell out of me. In early prep for 2013, please take note.
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Preemptively reblogging. Please be botanically responsible this holiday shipping season. :-)
Did someone say… chocolate?
WHY IS THERE NO RECIPE SOURCE
- Oreo mousse
- Peanut butter cup brownies
- Ice cream ball fondue
- Peanut butter oreo cupcakes
- Brooklyn blackout cake
- Pomegranate and chocolate dessert
You’re welcome ~
Jesus Christ, tag your fucking porn.
Dr Bhagavan Antle of The Institute of Greatly Endangered and Rare Species (T.I.G.E.R.S), photographs 4 varieties of Bengal tigers
*RIPS OFF SHIRT*
NO NO WRONG
YOU ARE WRONG
WHITE TIGER, SOLID WHITE TIGER, GOLDEN TABBY TIGER, AND ORANGE TIGERS ARE NOT SPECIES GO FUCK YOURSELF
ALRIGHT CHILDREN GATHER AROUND FOR A LESSON ABOUT TIGERS IMMA LAY THIS FUCKING SICK SHIT DOWN YOU ONCE LAST FUCKING TIME
THESE COLOR VARIATIONS ARE CREATED THROUGH IN BREEDING. THAT’S RIGHT SOME SICK FUCK MAKES MOMMIES SLEEP WITH THEIR SONS, DADDIES FUCK THEIR DAUGHTERS, SHIT THE WHOLE FAMILY IS FORCED TO HAVE SEX WITH EACH OTHER TO PRODUCE A RECESSIVE GENE THAT YOU SEE IN THE WHITE, GOLDEN TABBY, AND COMPLETELY WHITE TIGERS.
THERE IS A HUGE, DISGUSTING INDUSTRY WITH THIS TO MAKE PERFECT WHITE LOOKING TIGERS. YOU WANNA KNOW HOW MOST OF THEM COME OUT???! DEAD! THAT’S RIGHT STILLBORNS. THEY ARE SO DEFORMED THAT THEY USUALLY DIE WITHIN WEEKS OF BIRTH. MOST THAT DO LIVE PAST THAT AND ARE LUCKY, END UP LOOKING LIKE THIS
MEET KENNY THE WHITE TIGER WITH DOWN SYNDROME. HIS QUALITY OF LIFE WAS HINDER DUE TO SO MANY DEFORMITIES. HIS PRIVATE BREEDERS WOULD OF KILLED HIM AND HIS BROTHER WILLIE WHO HAD AN UNDESIRABLY ORANGE COAT HAD THE TURPENTINE CREEK WILDLIFE REFUGE HAD NOT RESCUED THEM. THEY BREED TIGERS OVER AND OVER, KILLING THE MOTHERS AT YOUNG AGES DUE TO THE STRESS OF IT. THEY KEEP THEM IN TINY CAGES THAT THEY LIVE IN FOR THEIR ENTIRE LIVES, MISERABLE, ABUSED, SCARED. IF THEY ARE LUCKY THEY GET RESCUED. MOST DON’T.
FURTHERMORE, PLACES THAT SAY THEY ARE RAISING MONEY TO HELP CONSERVE THESE ‘RARE SPECIES’ ARE JUST LOOKING FOR YOUR FUCKING MONEY. THAT LITTLE CUB YOU MET THAT YOU AWW’D AND GOT TO HOLD AND FEED AND GET A PICTURE WITH FOR $20’S WILL BE DEAD BY THE NEXT MONTH, OR LIVING IN COMPLETE HELL BACK INTO THE BREEDING PROGRAM
THEN THERE ARE THE LUCKY ONES. THEY GET TO COME LIVE AT PLACES LIKE IN-SYNC, WHERE WE ARE BUSTING OUR FUCKING BALLS SAVING LIVES FOR EXOTIC CATS THAT ARE SAVED FROM SEVERE NEGLECT. INFORM YOURSELVES PEOPLE. HELP PUT A STOP TO THIS. YOU CAN HELP CHANGE THE WORLD. SPREAD THE WORD.
*picks up torn up shirt and walks away*
Behold Masala Chiya! Perfect cup for this snowy, yet sunny winter day. Recipe below (makes two cups):
-1 cup water
-1 cup milk
- Sugar (depending on taste)
- 5-6 cardamom pods (crushed with the shell)
-1 cinnamon stick (crushed. Powdered cinnamon works too)
- 3 whole cloves (crushed)
-2 Tsp. Loose black tea (I used Darjeeling black tea for mine)
In a saucepan, mix all the ingredients, except the black loose tea and bring it to boil. Add the loose tea after it starts to boil, and leave it in depending on how dark you want your tea to be. Garnish with powdered cinnamon, if desired. The ingredients can be tweaked depending on your taste. Some people also like to include fresh chopped ginger into the mix.
Someone who hates practicing the piano. See also: Someone who isn’t very good at playing the piano.
Don’t like smoking? Well, it kills these people. Misocapnists hate tobacco smoke in any form.
Misoneists hate novelty, trends, or innovation. You can guess how fun they are at social gatherings.
Someone who hates beards. (Strangely, we haven’t found the name for someone who hates mustaches.)
Lighten up! Victorian novelist George Meredith coined the term “misogelast” to describe people who hated laughter, or at the very least, considered it low-class or crude.
Misogynists hate women. Misandrists hate men. And misogamists hate marriage, no matter who’s getting hitched.
Someone who experiences nomomisia, hatred or disgust for a particular name, like Gertrude, Chester, or Kardashian.
Why can’t we all just get along? Misopolemists hate war or strife.
Meanwhile, misologists hate arguments, debates, or enlightening discussions.
Someone who hates undressing in front of others, even a romantic partner.
Many of us experience some form of misophonia, an extreme intolerance for certain sounds. Nails on a chalkboard is the ultimate example. Or perhaps it’s gum smacking, open-mouthed chewing, crunching on ice, or other sounds regularly heard in public. Ugh.
Why Declawing is a Bad Idea (An 1-minute guide)
Also with a scratching post, make sure it’s actually tall enough. Most cats prefer to use them when they’re standing at full height, rather than bent over some. If you don’t have the space for a really tall one, invest in some sisal type toys that can be hung on the wall/ off doors or furniture etc. at the desired height instead. Most cats like to have a range of things available to use rather than just a single place to scratch.
Hmm… I’m 100% anti-declawing but what’s with the complication rates? I’ve worked at three different vet clinics, seen countless declawing surgeries and post-ops and I’ve seen maybe 4-5 complication cases… two of which were because the vet wasn’t competent at this surgery. All the complications I’ve seen were the wounds re-opening because the kitten was thrashing around in its cage, and only once the wounds got infected. 99% of the time the surgery is done in a few minutes, no complication, and the post-op goes well. Although as mentioned its hard to evaluate pain, most vet clinic protocols include pain management drugs to reduce it and it usually goes relatively smoothly (especially considering the cat just underwent an amputation).
So, I’d really like to see some sources because 50% complications rate sounds very exaggerated from my experience.
Once again I am NOT for declawing AT ALL I think it’s unnecessary and cruel and the risks are real but this sounds exaggerated…
I have a cat who literally has bent her bones in order to walk on anything but her paws. I’ll take a picture next time I’m at my moms house.
Marriage Isn’t For YouHaving been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.Perhaps each of us have moments in our lives when it feels like time slows down or the air becomes still and everything around us seems to draw in, marking that moment as one we will never forget.My dad giving his response to my concerns was such a moment for me. With a knowing smile he said, “Seth, you’re being totally selfish. So I’m going to make this really simple: marriage isn’t for you. You don’t marry to make yourself happy, you marry to make someone else happy. More than that, your marriage isn’t for yourself, you’re marrying for a family. Not just for the in-laws and all of that nonsense, but for your future children. Who do you want to help you raise them? Who do you want to influence them? Marriage isn’t for you. It’s not about you. Marriage is about the person you married.”It was in that very moment that I knew that Kim was the right person person to marry. I realized that I wanted to make her happy; to see her smile every day, to make her laugh every day. I wanted to be a part of her family, and my family wanted her to be a part of ours. And thinking back on all the times I had seen her play with my nieces, I knew that she was the one with whom I wanted to build our own family.My father’s advice was both shocking and revelatory. It went against the grain of today’s “Walmart philosophy”, which is if it doesn’t make you happy, you can take it back and get a new one.No, a true marriage (and true love) is never about you. It’s about the person you love—their wants, their needs, their hopes, and their dreams. Selfishness demands, “What’s in it for me?”, while Love asks, “What can I give?”Some time ago, my wife showed me what it means to love selflessly. For many months, my heart had been hardening with a mixture of fear and resentment. Then, after the pressure had built up to where neither of us could stand it, emotions erupted. I was callous. I was selfish.But instead of matching my selfishness, Kim did something beyond wonderful—she showed an outpouring of love. Laying aside all of the pain and aguish I had caused her, she lovingly took me in her arms and soothed my soul.I realized that I had forgotten my dad’s advice. While Kim’s side of the marriage had been to love me, my side of the marriage had become all about me. This awful realization brought me to tears, and I promised my wife that I would try to be better.To all who are reading this article—married, almost married, single, or even the sworn bachelor or bachelorette—I want you to know that marriage isn’t for you. No true relationship of love is for you. Love is about the person you love.And, paradoxically, the more you truly love that person, the more love you receive. And not just from your significant other, but from their friends and their family and thousands of others you never would have met had your love remained self-centered.Truly, love and marriage isn’t for you. It’s for others."