animal crossing is fucking insane. bianca just gave me the ugliest shirt for 150 bells and 2 seconds later i went to retail and put it up for sale at 300. bianca walked in and bought it.
big face
why do artists block me. what did i do. i don’t tag their shit w “kin”, i don’t repost art, most of them i don’t even know. seriously what am i doing
hey, if you have a twitter account, do me a favor and report @/mileslovespeter
someone brought this account to my attention earlier, this person is
promoting pedophilia and using my art, without my approval, for their
own twisted purposes. twitter doesnt seem to have a way to report
copyright infringement, so please just report them for hateful content.
they also have the clown and cowboy emojis in their bio, which are
commonly used by pedophiles on twitter to identify each other online. i
dont want my art associated with this, its sickening and twitter should not tolerate intellectual property theft either!
if somebody knows the artist of the original drawing of miles too, please let me know! i believe ive seen it on tumblr before but i cant remember the creator’s name :((
SIMILAR BLOG SEARCH!!!!!!!!!!
Hey guys! I’m Amy!
I just got back from an uber long hiatus, so I haven’t been on this website in ages.
I want to kick-start this blog and my return to tumblr by finding ACTIVE and similar blogs to follow! (i FOLLOW so little blogs that my feed is empty and i struggle to find posts to queue TT)
PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU POST ANY OF THE FOLLOWING!
PINK / PASTEL / POSITIVITY / AESTHETIC / ART / CUTE / FOOD / KAWAII / FASHION / EDITS / QUOTES
All-in-all if you’re unsure of the requirements, just pop on over to my archive and take a little gander :)
“Age is just a number” means senior citizens can still find love.
“Age is just a number” means middle-aged people can still find love.
“Age is just a number” means 30+ people can still find love.
“Age is just a number” is not an excuse to be a pedophile.
Nothing is an excuse to be a pedophile.
So don’t.
Just don’t.
anyway you should cherish ur weird friends
treasure that friend who’ll yell nonsense sounds at you until you’re both gibbering back and forth like ancient humanity at the tower of babel. love the friend u can make eye contact with before saying some absolute jackshit inside joke you share at the same time and collapsing in entirely unnecessary fits of laughter. acknowledge how lucky you are to have someone you can text at 3am in the morning when you’re on a tangent of a tangent on your bullshit and NEED to blabber incoherently about it to someone or you’ll explode. don’t take for granted the people you know you can talk to about literally anything without fear of judgement or disinterest. because people like that? they’re few and far between.
there’s so many. dense motherfuckers. on this site
So, when my maternal grandmother died, we had to find loving, permanent homes for all five of her cats because otherwise she would have risen from the grave to kill the entire family. We took in Chloe because Chloe was my grandmother’s favorite, and she made my mom promise to look after her. Now my mother treats Chloe like her third child, and the cat is basically plastered to her 24/7 when she isn’t hiding from some imagined enemy like the dustbuster or my dad’s footsteps.
Anyway, we wound up giving the rest of the cats to this couple that runs a joint called Kitty Korner. They try to find loving homes for all the cats they take in, but will care for the unadoptables (read: assholes) for the rest of their lives. That’s great, because one of the cats we gave to these poor women was Tobey. I have no idea why my grandmother ever adopted Tobey. He was a huge schmuck. The most handsome orange tomcat you ever saw, and he loved to crawl in your lap. But if you ever tried to touch him, he would switch immediately into Kill Mode and you could say goodbye to your hand. Needless to say, having him in your lap was awkward. It was like holding a bomb.
Kitty Korner sends us detailed letters every year to give us updates on how Tobey’s doing. Basically, they are status reports on how much of a douche Tobey is and continues to be. These women are saints. I guess they really like cats, because these letters are like a full page of single-spaced text. But more or less, they amount to:
- 2003: Tobey has a real colorful personality! But, uh, we don’t think he’s suited for adoption yet
- 2004: Nope, still not suited for adoption
- 2005: I think this is pretty much a lost cause
- 2006: WTF
- 2007: Tobey is trying to kill us and every other cat in the house
- 2008: Tobey is still trying to kill us and every other cat in the house
- 2009: Tobey is a vicious dictator and can only find pleasure in the subjugation of other organisms
BUT!!!! The past few years, Tobey has apparently been making steady improvement. And in our most recent letter, we have been informed that he is no longer doing things like venturing upstairs expressly to beat the living shit out of the other cats at Kitty Korner. He will also let you pet him, and when he’s had enough he’ll give a warning nip instead of removing your limb. In fact, Tobey, at a ripe old age of 14, is ready for a new home! With an experienced cat owner, comes the necessary caveat, and like… no kids. At all. Ever. Or other cats, probably. But at least he’s no longer a psychopath.
WE GOT ANOTHER LETTER FROM KITTY KORNER AND WE THOUGHT TOBEY HAD FINALLY KICKED THE BUCKET BUT IN FACT HE HAS FOUND A NEW HOME, AT AGE 16, WITH AN ELDERLY MAN WHO RECENTLY LOST HIS OWN CAT.
I MAY CRY.
2/1/2016: old man Tobey still loving his forever home :’)
Amazing
The adoption story to end all adoption stories. Hey, does Kitty Korner have a Kickstarter anywhere?
The outpouring of love for this post is amazing! I’m going to cry at the office.
They do not have a Kickstarter, however, as a no-kill foster home run exclusively through volunteer work, they always welcome donations and you also have the ability to sponsor a cat. You’ll get detailed photos and status reports on your kitty, and should he or she get a happy ending like Tobey, you’ll be the first to know!
My grandmother was a card-carrying crazy cat lady until the day she died, and she was a big supporter of Kitty Corner. The women who run it are as devoted to rescue animals as she was her entire life. Wherever she is now, she’d be humbled to know just how many people were touched by Tobey’s comeback story.
I’m not crying, you are… 😭😭😭