Friendly Reminder To "outdoor Cat" Proponents That The Common Housecat (felis Catus) Is On The List Of

Friendly reminder to "outdoor cat" proponents that the common housecat (felis catus) is on the list of top 100 most dangerous invasive alien species and are listed as a worldwide threat.

Friendly reminder that the common housecat (felis catus) are credited with the extinction of at least 33 species of wildlife globally, primarily birds, small reptiles, and rodents.

Friendly reminder of all the hazards that exist out in the world including diseases, other animals, humans, cars, environmental dangers, and so on.

Friendly reminder that domesticated species are not suited to natural environments and can not support or defend themselves.

Friendly reminder that negligence is a form of animal cruelty.

Keep your cats indoors. I don't care that you think your cat is so much happier outside. I don't care that you think he's living a fuller life by being able to massacre local fauna. Either keep him inside and enrich him properly like a good pet owner, or rehome him to someone who can and never own an animal again. This is non-negotiable.

“you don’t like the proliferation of terms like Unalive outside of TikTok because you realize that you’re aging out of youth culture and it makes you uncomfortable!”

no I don’t like it because there’s something INCREDIBLY dystopian about being forced to soften terms for basic parts of the human experience like death and sex (and even more so terms for oppressed minorities- call me a “le-dollar sign-bian” and I will bite you) purely because advertisers and corporations demand it

As always:

Willow flirting, but like, nonstop, Hubter it's about to explode

”Hunter!”

“Ah!” The blonde nearly jumped out of his clothes at the sudden intruder. He thought he had been alone. That everyone was out with Camila.

He turned around from his place on the couch and looked at the very pretty, confused Willow Park.

“Are you the only one here? I looked around the house but couldn’t find anyone? Did they go somewhere?” She asked, voice laced with concern and something else he couldn’t put a finger on.

“Yeah. But I thought you were with them. They went to the store.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

The two stared awkwardly at eachother for a few long seconds. Hunter felt his face heat up as the plant witch slowly started smirking. He gulped.

Willow moved one hand down the beam she had been leaning on and tapped the wood. “That couch looks kind of lonely. Care if I join?”

“Uh- yeah! Of course! Why- it’s a couch. It looks… lonely.” He tried.

She smiled and skipped down the stairs before plopping right next to him.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Oh I was reading. Nothing special. Just a book called Grim. Well it’s actually pretty interesting. It’s human fiction but like it’s about this girl who’s cursed and has to collect witches and fairies in this book to create fairytales to end it. I don’t know. But there is a really cool guy in it. I think hes actually a prince but I’m not sure yet.”

“Interesting. I’ll have to borrow that once you’re done with it.” She prompted as she leaned in a little. Bumping his arm with hers playfully.

“Heh. Yeah! Im almost-st done.” He stuttered. She scooted closer. Titan he thought he was gonna burn up. Her thigh was against his now. She was touching him. They were touching. Oh titan.

“You’re really cute when you’re bashful, you know that?”

“Cute?!”

“Oh yeah.” She smirked. She tilted her head as of to get a better look and placed a hand on his arm.

“Well.. I think you’re pretty cute too. But you’re not bashful as me of course!” He squeaked.

“Oh you do?” She asked not so innocently. Eyes widening and lips pouty.

“Well yeah. That’s a dumb question- no offense. Have you looked in a mirror? Your gorgeous.”

She gasped a little and then the smirk took its place again. Eyes softened a little though.

“So. What we’re you doing? How come you didn’t go with the others?”

“oh would you have rather me go?”

“What! No! I was- just wondering! Of course I like you with me!” He yelled defensively and she started giggling.

“I’m just kidding. I was sleeping. I like to be with you too.” She prompted.

“Oh… that’s cool.”

“Yes it is. It’s cool we feel the same way.” She prompted farther.

He looked at her confused. “What- wait. Sort of? I don’t think so though. I like you with me a lot more than just that.”

“what do you mean?” She asked with a teasing smile.

Hunter finally realized what he had said he looked away. “N-nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Hehe. Uhm. Is the chicken ready?”

“The what?” She asked, a hand covered her mouth to keep her laughter at bay.

“I- I don’t know. Do you wanna watch a movie?”

“I wanna know what you mean, Hunter.”

“I said nothing! I mean I didn’t but you- you wouldn’t understand. I don’t even understand it. It’s complicated.” He felt like his face was on fire. How could he have let this slip. How??? And why was she getting closer??? He could barely breath now. Too close.

“Oh is it? Maybe I’ll just have to tickle it out of you!” Then the witch jumped the blonde, nocking him down on the couch and her fingers attacked his sides.

Hunter thought he couldn’t breath before. Now he thought he was gonna die! “HAHAHAHA! STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?? Haha!” He had never felt so… wired before. But he couldn’t stop laughing. He tried fighting her but he couldn’t help it. It just brought her that much closer to him.

She had joined in the laughing. Bursting out into laughter when the ex guard let out a snort. Tears running down his face as he announced, “Stop! I think I’m gonna pee on myself!”

She finally stopped and smiled down at him. His high laughter coming down to shorter quieter giggles as he smiled back at her. “What were you doing to me?” He laughed.

“The oldest note in the book. Tickling.” She answered proudly. Somehow there faces were merely inches away now. Her eyes looking at his lips now.

He gasped. Not just at how close their faces were. But she was laying on top of him right now. How in titans name did they get here. He kicked her several times at least! She didn’t feel heavy at all. Just warm and cozy. But titan he had never been this close to anyone before. He felt like he could’ve stopped working- nope too late. Already did. All thoughts on her now.

“What did you mean, Hunter?” She asked softly. Voice low, sounding so soothing and compelling. Perfect just like she was. He loved hearing her say that name. HIS name.

Titan this girl would be the death of him.

“I… I really feel strongly about you. Romantically.” He said honestly. He didn’t know how but the words came out his mouth. Something lifted off his chest. Something freeing.

She smiled softly. “I know. I just wanted to hear you say it. I like you too.”

She then leaned down and closed the gap between their lips. It felt electric. Perfect. Amazing. Sweet. He didn’t know how to describe it with one word. He felt himself lean up into the kiss. Wrapping his arms around her subconsciously, whining as she pulled her lips away from his. She smiled and kissed his nose.

“I liked that.” He stated.

She giggled. “Oh really?”

He nodded. “Can we… do that again?”

I keep ace bandages, butterfly and zip stitches, gauze, disinfectant, wrist/ankle/knee braces, every kind of otc medicine you might regularly need (and prescription level lidocaine and pain meds I’ve gotten), a bite kit (w/ rattlesnake anti venom, venom extractor for snakes/wasps/etc, and potassium iodide tablets), a bug kit for ticks/mosquitoes, a few other anti venoms and poison salves, and a general trauma kit. Ofc I have stuff around the house available to address dehydration, heat stroke, and mild hypothermia. I even have a few surgical tools that I’ve used before to extract things that have punctured my skin in a minor enough way that taking it out and stopping the bleeding is enough.

To be fair tho, I do a lot of outdoor activities, I’m an idiot who gets myself injured a lot, and I’m extremely hospital avoidant, so I get pretty good use out of all that stuff. I probably wouldn’t recommend all that to people who don’t have at least a little first aid knowledge (most of mine was learned on myself as it came up, but I have also taken courses and learned stuff from working as an outdoor adventure guide/lifeguard/etc) Patching yourself up like that isn’t ideal, it’s just the reality for me with my outdoor/risky lifestyle, financial situation (shoutout to privatized healthcare for this), and emotional trauma from being abused and neglected by doctors as a chronically ill afab young person. And if you’re going to be like me, you need to know when to call it and go to the hospital. Infections, secondary drowning, and internal bleeding are all things that can turn your condition quickly and quietly, so I don’t fuck around when it comes to those types of situations. I also have a pulse oximeter, thermometer, and blood pressure cuff and know what readings are out of my wheelhouse for home monitoring for me personally. And I’ve got stuff like a breathing nebulizer and as needed antibiotics at home (that were prescribed) that you get as an award once your body is fucked up enough, so I can deal with a lot of situations on my own that most people wouldn’t have the knowledge or materials/equipment for

Anyway, if my enemy showed up at my door shivering, weak, and bleeding out, I would 100% be able to sit them on the edge of the tub and gently and lovingly patch them up and nurse them back to health

The biggest lie in fanfiction is that everyone has a first aid kit in their house. I have never owned one in my life

Say whatever you want about how dumb you/your friends were to have not realized you own identities despite mounting evidence, but:

Speculating about random people’s gender/sexuality/identity is a dick move (especially if it involves pressuring them to identify a certain way or invalidating their current identity)

Everyone deserves to figure themselves out and come out (or not) in their own time

Your right to make silly jokes will never supersede anyone else’s right to have their identity respected

You can’t disagree with someone’s own identity just because their expression doesn’t align with how you interpret that label

my dad sent me to conversion therapy as a teen and some of the things the christian “therapist” said to me there were indistinguishable from what people on here say surrounding the egg discourse. men can be feminine, men can wear dresses sometimes, men can be sensitive, men can use makeup, men can like traditionally feminine things, but they must remain men. remaining a man is more important than anything else. your maleness is immutable and will follow you everywhere you go, so stay in your assigned seat and learn to be okay with it. to say what everyone else has said, ask yourself why you’re so invested in keeping people this way. why do you employ the same tactics as a conversion therapist? what do you stand to gain by insisting there mustn’t be any more trannies in the world?