Nikole. 19.
Temecula,California.
Pansexual
Current vegetarian
Vegan in the making.
I like punk shit. Taken by this cutie.

Game Art and Design Student.



gr4ceffa:

this video was a ride from start to finish

stay-deranged:

I want a girlfriend who will run around wearing my hoodies and pajama boxers and she’d give me back rubs and make me food and cuddle and kiss me and omg please

mypokemonranch:

Pokemon Pikachu 1 & 2 and Pokemon Mini

zeitwanderer:

he’s my favourite.

tastefullyoffensive:

[mictwitty]

omnivoice:

disney-princest:

katara:

adreianpayne:

kingcheddarxvii:

this upsets me

is this not the same white boy with different hair colors

ok but patrick is so sexy 

this upsets me in no way at all give me plankton

Yeah but imagine these with their real voices

diyoki:

☾Moon Prism Power ☆

A minute of silence for Yamazaki Sosuke who lost:

amai-suzurin:

  • A popsicle
  • The bottom bunk
  • The cola he paid

frustrated-fallen-angel:

dirtybetanerd:

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.

FUCKING IMPORTANT

Crying. So true.
A couple of years ago, our dogs escaped the fence and animal services picked them up. They called us (thank you microchipping!) and we went to “bail them out.”
There was a kitty there. She was about 7 years old and completely blind. But she was beautiful and I wanted her.
Hubby said “Babe, don’t do it, don’t hold her.”
So of course I held her. And she purred and purred.
We couldn’t take her home, though, because at the time we had a cat who was super mean to other cats and I didn’t think it would be fair to bring a special needs cat into that situation.
I cried and cried for days. I called the shelter to check on her. I visited her a couple of times. I was terrified that she would be put down.
Then one day when I went to visit her, she was in the process of being adopted by a sweet older lady who had just lost her kitty and had experience in caring for special needs animals.
I hugged this woman and thanked her. She promised she would give her a good home. I still think about that kitty sometimes.
Her name was Telly.

celestial-sexhair:

disney-magical:

peters-fave-lost-boy:

WRONG RIVERBEND KRONK!

I never realized how much i wanted this until i saw it

I have been waiting my entire life for this and never even knew it

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