exobuttslap:

dongwooscum:

skewedlayer:

Luhan: here clean up my mess. I like being irresponsible.

Kris: For the love of….Yes. We have an official Weibo.

I seriously think Kris is just gonna lose it one day and punch one of them in the face in the middle of an interview.. I love them tbh

musicalbluestorm:

mythicphoenix:

kedreeva:

8bitrevolver:

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.

Speaking of “broken” cats.  There’s a blind cat called Homer, who saved his owner from a burgler.

Hey, why not adopt the “broken” kittens too! My Prowl kitty was adopted from a litter who was left by their mother. She was gross from being a stray at the time and had a few minor medical conditions. A couple of bathes and proper vaccines and she was good to go! Similarly, kittens are trainable with the proper care! Older cats are often set in their ways, so it takes time to adjust and it can be stressful for both cat and owner. Adopt the cat that you feel you would be most suited to taking care of! Don’t adopt a “broken” cat just to save the poor thing, make sure you can care for them proper first!

justthescaresmaam:

musicsavedmefromme:

antiantimatter:

Friend?
FRIEND?!
FRIEND!!!

This makes me so fucking happy

IT’S SO CUTE!!!!

Eras of Sehun: MAMA → XOXO → GROWL {34 - 40}

a-far-off-dream:

You fight like a girl

namikala:

盾子 | LEITAbear [pixiv]

mustangst:

10 Most Powerful Lines from the Fullmetal Alchemist Manga

↳ (6/10) Trisha Elric: "Don't call yourself a monster."

I love this line so much mostly for the fact that it had such an impact on Hohenheim. For all those years he had been alive, suffering, he had always thought that he was a monster for what happened with Father. But then Trisha comes along and tells him, no, you are not a monster. And he’s so surprised, because she was a human, just like all the souls in his body were, and she doesn’t degrade him or hate him, she accepts him. It’s almost like she forgives him, and that he was forgiven for all his indirect sins that he’s so guilty of. 

k1mkardashian:

*a picture of a street somewhere in japan* 

miariin:

Takayama by ebandkb2007

miariin:

Takayama by ebandkb2007

cat-pic:

うるうるの瞳 http://nekopple.com

cat-pic:

うるうるの瞳 http://nekopple.com

milklotus:

Philosopher’s Path, Kyoto, Japan

milklotus:

Philosopher’s Path, Kyoto, Japan