Welcome Back to the Shit Show

This is my account 2.0.

I'm starting new because I got tired of political bullshit ruining my last page, and frankly that type of thing can run you into the ground, and fuck with your mental health. I needed a new (hopefully happier) page to go onto and talk fandoms, but still stand my ground on my personal views. Just not the political kind.

Hopefully people will understand, but frankly I don't care if you don't.

Unfortunately, some of my favorite people/bands/shows, etc. have REALLY toxic and just asshole Fandom groups.

But, hey, at least I'm being honest.

If you're going to follow me, or read some of my posts, be prepared to potentially disagree, cause we are all human. We all have different opinions, different beliefs, and ways of looking at things.

Let's try to keep things civil.

...who am I kidding, this is Tumblr.

Welcome Back to the Shit Show.

Much Love 🙏🏻❤️

Edit: I still believe personal political views/religious views & and public fandom beliefs should NOT be together, or force people in/out of fandoms for different beliefs. That is one thing I will say that I posted about on my old blog that I still believe in. Either be nice to each and understand differences, or understand that YOU are the "Toxic Fan".

⚠️Trigger Warning: Pet Loss⚠️

It seems like just a year ago I was writing out a post about losing a beloved cat....cause it was a year ago. A year and 3 or 4 days. And here we are again.

This was Jackie. We found her about 12 years ago, stuck in a rock pile, crying out cause her little tail was stuck. She was the smallest kitten, feral and wild as can be. She kept that crazy personality, that "bitch, please" attitude, and was the only cat we've ever had to scare the crap out of the dogs. Being the only female cat we had, she TOTALLY acted as a "Mama Bear" towards our other babies. Cleaning them, laying near them, but oh boy, she HATED playing. Hated it. Always made us laugh watching her go from licking them, and purring, being happy as can be, to hissing, swatting, and walking away as soon as the other cats wanted to play. We always said she "hated to get her paws dirty."

The one thing that I will ALWAYS love about her was her meow.......guys, when I tell you she sounded like a 90 year old chain-smoker, thats not even covering it. It was so awful! 🤣 Gosh, I will miss it.

Rest well, girlie. Have fun hissing and swiping at angels. 🥹❤️

(P.S. If you are curious, she started going downhill when we put down our oldest cat, Billy, last year. She went from 13 pounds, to 8 pounds, and has just slowly stopped eating, and having trouble breathing. I think it had a bit to do with depression from losing Billy, plus just old age.)