"…it’s a warm Gallifreyan night."

Doctor Who: The Movie - 1996

(Reblogged from cleowho)

I keep thinking

about how I am not nervous at all about working at the Blum Center.  It is just about the most complicated tasks I have ever had with the least instruction I have ever been given and I am not worried about it at all.  Second week and I have been assigned to be the one who meets with the director on Friday to give him a progress report for our team. 

I barely know what the Blum center does and I am perfectly comfortable doing this presentation. 

Over these last few years I have learned that nothing is too hard.  You should never count yourself out without coming to the table. 

God is with me, He has made me a capable human being and given me no more than I am capable of with Him. 

There is nothing I can’t do.  I have already come so far.  Nothing looks impossible to me now.





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.



I want a kitty. 

(Reblogged from catp0rn)
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Oh so last night

I went to my parent’s house with my gran and invited my boyfriend and watched the first two episodes of the new season of Doctor Who. 

My boyfriend is awesome to watch it with me even though he doesn’t care for it and is completely lost.  :) 

and my parents are awesome for letting me record it on their dvr even though they literally hate it.


QI rewatch: Groovy

[which is so relatable that it almost hurts]

(Reblogged from gingerten)


1. Sliced bread has a moment of self-discovery.

(Reblogged from singwith-love-at-our-throats)


Frankenstein enters into a body building competition and finds he has seriously misunderstood the objective

(Reblogged from dreamerinajar)

(Source: rosegym)

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i love catfish so much because they act like theyre fbi agents or something when theyre really just using reverse google image search

i thought you meant the animal and let me tell you that was a wild minute of me trying to figure out the psychology of fish thinking they’re federal law enforcement

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