staygrandbeiconic:

LEGIT THE BEST POST I HAVE EVER SEEN.

I literally just reblogged this two times in a row. No fucks given. This is the greatest post on tumblr.

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micdotcom:

This Icelandic police force has the most adorable Instagram account 

Meet the Reykjavík Metropolitan Police, serving the capital of Iceland. By the looks of their incredible Instagram account, a normal day includes holding kittens, eating candy and wearing false mustaches.

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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

The STORY THOUGH.

I have a love-hate relationship with this cartoon because it’s so cute but it also makes me want another cat and I can’t have another cat. I really love cat.s

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hdslibrary:

Same text, same edition, very different books

A great example of why we collect multiple copies:

This is a theological work on Unitarian Christianity from 1787, and AHTL holds four copies.  The images above are of copies 2 and 3.  Both have important provenance demonstrating historical connections between American and Transylvanian Unitarians. 

Copy 2 was presented to AHTL in 1922 by a Unitarian Bishop from Kolozsvár; copy 3 was received via the American Unitarian Association, to whom it was given in 1955 by the chairman of the Budapest Unitarian Congregation “as a symbol of fraternity.”

Szentabrahami, Michael Lombard, 1683-1758.   Summa universae theologiae Christianae secundum unitarios, in usum auditorum theologiae concinnata et edita. Cum privilegio sacr. caes. reg. apost. majest.  Claudiopoli : Typis Collegii Reformatorum, 1787.

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milkum:

when white boys make fun of girls getting drunk im kinda just like but have you seen white boys wasted. they start rapping and whispering into girls necks and start yelling racist shit to people on the street. when girls get wasted it just means we’re all super nice to each other in the bathroom and dance to beyonce

I have met so many nice drunk girls in bathrooms

Nice drunk girls in bathrooms are the best.

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Pride (2014)

Today I went to the cinema and saw what is now my favourite film of all time. Pride. If you are any degree of gay, you should see this film, if you are interested in politics you should see this film, if you like a laugh you should see this film, if you want to be uplifted you should see this film, if you want to know about the history of gay rights in Britain you should see this film, if you hate Margaret Thatcher you should see this film, if you have an ounce of life in your body you should see this film.

Everyone should.

And yes, I realise that a film about lesbians and gays supporting the miners strike does not sound like everyones cup of tea but there are few films where gays and lesbians are represented so realistically, where we are not reduced to background characters or clichéd talking points. And not only are gay people presented realistically, everyone is, the acting is flawless, the slow transition from confusion and rejection is perfect and the ending is as heart warming as it is true.

See, yes, this film is about how Gays and Lesbians supported the miners strike, but it is also a film about acceptance, and love, and overcoming hardship together. And, as a lesbian with many outspokenly annoyed family members, watching this film I felt as if I had just been accepted by every single person on that screen, and that worldwide acceptance was only a moment away, there is no describing the emotions this film manages to convey, but thay are all based in truth, because Lesbians and Gays did support the miners, and in return the miners supported us. The 1985 gay pride march was led by miners and their families, in one of the most beautiful moments of two opposite communities forming unbreakable alliances through hardship, and, thanks to a block vote from the National Union of Miners, in 1985 the Labour Party enshrined the rights of gays and lesbians in their manifesto.

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