Whoopsie, turns out that Ariel was one of the old-school, prince-drowning mermaids. Sorry, Eric!
me im a Prince drowner
This honestly scares the shit out of me and I love it
Is it weird that I want this as a poster…?
accidentally hurting an animal is the worst feeling i would rather die one thousand deaths than step on a doggy’s innocent lil foot
when i stepped on leo the mute cat’s tail and he let out a shriek like a human woman and that’s when i realized he’s only mute by choice
Yeah but ok imagine Cosette getting into scrapbooking like. she can do a lot of other things but this is something that is suddenly available and it’s a way she can keep a bunch of different fabric patterns and paint colors and even her kids’ first hair cuts together in a single place
you mixed yourself up with cosette again bbcakes
one thing about the internet that people don’t like is that people are mean.
but what i hate most is kind of the opposite. sometimes facebook, tumblr, twitter, the whole internet is just a giant echo chamber where people get validation instead of having people metaphorically slap them and scream “NO WTF YOU NEED TO STOP THAT”
The people with Pip the ostrich do not know what they are doing. I think they read up on how to hatch an ostrich, but not WHY you do those things. They let it struggle in the egg for such a long time that all the fluid dried up, leaving its feathers stuck to the membrane of the egg. This felt uncomfortable for the baby, like tugging on a band-aid, and discouraged it from trying to hatch further because of the pain.
THEN, after they finally DID get it out, they left it alone on its back, insisting it needed to “rest”, while they apparently left the room and made up a bed for it. (They said it had been hatching for 22 hours and they hadn’t prepared the bed for it?) YOU DO NOT LEAVE A BIRD ON ITS BACK. Particularly not one that is obviously struggling to turn itself over. That is a really easy way to suffocate a bird. They are not designed to lie on their backs.
An ostrich is a ratite and Pip obviously wanted to sit up and walk immediately, but they have anthropomorphized it to the point that even obvious attempts to right itself became “Oh, she’s tired, she needs to rest!”
I think these people are probably well-meaning, but they have not taken the life history of the ostrich into account at all, and it’s going to end in tears. If the ostrich survives to adulthood, it will become aggressive because they’re clearly going to treat it like it’s a dog, and that’s dangerous for everyone involved. I cannot believe they are doing this. Being well-meaning won’t stop an ostrich from disemboweling you or your child if you don’t know how to raise and train it, which they so clearly do not.
Everyone, please do your research before you bring any type of exotic animal into your home. There is a reason exotic animals are not commonplace, and it’s not because regular people are just really boring and only want dogs and cats. It’s because exotic animals are more difficult to care for than a dog or a cat. If you DO decide to get an exotic animal, please please PLEASE, don’t just read about how to take care of it. Read about why you do those things. Read about how it grows up and develops in the wild and what its parents do to foster this development. Read about its body language and how to tell if it’s in distress. Read EVERYTHING YOU CAN about that type of animal. Only understanding it fully can prepare you to handle the things that might happen that you aren’t expecting.
Good luck, Pip. I’m pretty sure you’re going to need it with these people.
Ugh this is so depressing.
This is why I wasn’t surprised by Pip’s death.
Look at that. I’m a fucking prophet.
"I told you so" is a nasty, petty feeling, but here it is.
Thin privilege is not understanding why weight loss can be triggering. Recently, my cousin lost 20 pounds. At my grandmas birthday dinner, everyone gushed over how amazing she looked. I started getting visibly upset. Seeing my slim cousin was already triggering enough, and made me feel awful about my size. As she discussed her diet and exercise, I broke down in tears. My family regarded me with curiosity. As if the idea that my cousin being praised for being less fat and therefore less like me making me upset was preposterous! “But it wasn’t even ABOUT you!” my cousin’s mother insisted. No, it was about me. See, by praising someone for losing weight, you’re indirectly fueling fat phobia. My thin family doesn’t understand why talking about weight loss can make me break down.
So you made it all about you and made her feel awkward for losing weight? When you have a breakdown and get “visibly upset”, the appropriate thing to do is to politely excuse yourself and leave the area until you have a handle on your emotions, not stand there until everyone focuses on you and has to make you feel better.