Weaponized Idiocy

Tucker, the cat behind Lady Normalgirl’s noble eunuch, passed away on Tuesday morning.

From about the time I could talk, I dreamed of having a pet cat — and when I was ten, that dream finally came true. But in all my tiny child dreaming, I don’t think I could have imagined a cat better than Tucker. He’s been my constant companion for the last thirteen years, through all the best and worst bits of my life and as much as I know it’s good he’s no longer in pain, it seems very wrong that I have to do this next worst bit without him.

I’m thankful that we were able to spend so long together (even if it doesn’t feel quite long enough) and I’m so very grateful that over the last year and a bit I was able to share him with all of you. Knowing that he will be remembered so far and wide means more than I can really express. He definitely knew how insanely much I loved him (and I know how much he loved me back), but I’d like to think he knew how much so many of you loved him and how much joy his noble likeness’s comics brought so many people. While I know I will never stop missing him and that my sadness might never truly go away, it will always be a comfort to know my little cat has left behind such a grand legacy of love and happiness.

<3

Inspired by John Singer Sargent

(and stories about addicts always hit for me especially when one is on the path of redemption; I know ya forget but addiction is a disease, it doesn’t make you less or more than. You all have a terrible relationship with that, do better.)

No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

#brother its darktown and that's the only dr who gives a shit about you#not only are darktown residents allergic to being snitches#watching someone get murdered is like. an average tuesday#“theres been a murder in darktown!” and fork was found in kitchen cmon - @medouse

#who am i to question a medical professional? - @spiritbladed

#watching the guy who just gave me a magic abortion loot the corpse of a templar right in front of me: CHEERS MATE - @dilfsisko

#thats just how is#hes freeing up waiting times - @knightsquire

#he cured them for good!#now they'll never get sick or ill again#its very considerate of Anders to look out for their future wellbeing#he's thinking ahead#big brain move#he's also preventing them from harming others ever again so he's also lessening his future potential workload! - @lizzybeeee

#i dont see shit. i dont know that man. actually ive never heard of a doctor in my life. sorry templar ive actually never heard of darktown - @lavenderstobins

I had the same thought as a de Riva because why would I need to do a thesis project as an Antivan Crow? Why would Viago make me put this orb together, is it a poison orb?