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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.

IM CRYING I LOVE CATS FUUUUCK

This is beautiful ❤️

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IMAGINE VLAD HAVING AN INTERNAL STRUGGLE AND HE’S ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES ON THE FLOOR, HOLDING HIS HEAD IN PAIN, AND DANNY IS THERE TO WITNESS IT AND BOTH OF THEM HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT HOW DIFFERENT THEIR GHOST HALVES ARE

"Vlad… are… are you okay?"

"O-oh, it’s nothing… you know how it is, Daniel…"

"How… what is?"

"Don’t play dumb, Daniel. You know… *shudders* when the voice won’t leave you alone."

"Wait, what? … the voice?"

"*lifts head, eyes wide in shock* … y-you mean… you don’t… you don’t have one?"

#noooooooooooooo this is going to kill me helppppppppp#vlad got blasted in the face#what if it’s all concentrated in his head? and intense#where Danny’s is just kind of nice energy thrumming throughout his entire body and he doesn’t notice it really#because it isn’t saying anything weird to him anyway#because phantom wants to save the town as much as he does#and helpppppppp me this is too much

Didn’t get much into the theory, but I ficced anyway: (On fanfiction)

Danny didn’t bother to turn invisible as he phased through the front door. There wasn’t really a point to stealth. Not when the billionaire had a state of the art security system and absolutely no problem sticking surveillance bugs all around town. The fruitloop probably knew what he had for breakfast that morning. Let alone that he was walking into his mansion.

Still, he entered the formal hallway warily; it wasn’t often that he came into his arch enemy’s house uninvited and he wasn’t sure what to expect.

Vlad wasn’t standing there smirking at him, however. Wasn’t in any of the rooms that opened out into the foyer either, that he could see.

He waited there for a minute or two, expecting Vlad to pop out at him or blast him from the shadows or sic the vultures on him or… something. But he kept standing there and nothing happened.

Which made the sense of not-quite-worry that sent him there in the first place escalate quickly. His ghost energy thrummed uneasily and pushed him onward.

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I-I hope you don’t mind, but… if it’s alright…

"Vlad… what are you talking about?" Danny breathed, not daring much more than the slight movement of his lips, "What is it?”

Vlad’s eyes were narrow as he let his gaze fall to the floor. The boy really didn’t know what was going on, did he?

"It… the voice. Those days when it won’t leave you alone.” Vlad whispered hoarsely, slowly putting aside his glass—his hands were trembling and he couldn’t keep a firm grip of it anyway. He pushed himself up slowly, using the armrests of his previous seat to steady himself.

"Wait, what?" Danny’s eyebrows knit together in utter confusion. "…What voice, Vlad?"

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WHO REVIVED THE DANNY PHANTOM FANDOM 

SINCE WHEN WERE WE DEAD?

half dead?

…OH FFS

if i had a nickel for every time someone was surprised that the phandom wasnt dead i would buy this stupid website, canada, four tropical islands, and every time someone made a post like this i would personally deliver a gift basket to their house and the gift basket will be filled with printed out copies of every single DP post that’s been made since the cancellation of the show. and i would dump it on them and laugh and they’d be like “oh that’s not very many posts” and i would just keep laughing as three enormous tractors backed up slowly to their driveway and dumped thousands upon thousands of pieces of paper onto their driveway. i would still be laughing as we were buried alive under all the danny phantom posts

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Highgate Cemetery, 31 March 2014.It’s haunting. Knowing you’re in the middle of a huge, living, breathing city, but standing in the mist of over a century old graves. The narrow paths, the vines clinging to trees and gravestones, the calm and quiet; it’s sad and beautiful and I fell in love with it. It gives you time to think and to breathe. I hope to come back again soon.
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asomewhatregularblogaboutmylife:

Highgate Cemetery, 31 March 2014.It’s haunting. Knowing you’re in the middle of a huge, living, breathing city, but standing in the mist of over a century old graves. The narrow paths, the vines clinging to trees and gravestones, the calm and quiet; it’s sad and beautiful and I fell in love with it. It gives you time to think and to breathe. I hope to come back again soon.
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asomewhatregularblogaboutmylife:

Highgate Cemetery, 31 March 2014.It’s haunting. Knowing you’re in the middle of a huge, living, breathing city, but standing in the mist of over a century old graves. The narrow paths, the vines clinging to trees and gravestones, the calm and quiet; it’s sad and beautiful and I fell in love with it. It gives you time to think and to breathe. I hope to come back again soon.
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asomewhatregularblogaboutmylife:

Highgate Cemetery, 31 March 2014.It’s haunting. Knowing you’re in the middle of a huge, living, breathing city, but standing in the mist of over a century old graves. The narrow paths, the vines clinging to trees and gravestones, the calm and quiet; it’s sad and beautiful and I fell in love with it. It gives you time to think and to breathe. I hope to come back again soon.
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asomewhatregularblogaboutmylife:

Highgate Cemetery, 31 March 2014.

It’s haunting. Knowing you’re in the middle of a huge, living, breathing city, but standing in the mist of over a century old graves. The narrow paths, the vines clinging to trees and gravestones, the calm and quiet; it’s sad and beautiful and I fell in love with it. It gives you time to think and to breathe. I hope to come back again soon.

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you should all do this and leave your answers!

And in case you’re wondering,

I’m a halfa. my lover is Danny. my best friend is Klemper. my first kiss is Tucker and my archenemy is Paulina

I’m kind of in love with my first two.

holy shit my archenemy is the dairy kinghow did that happen

Halfa (awww yeah)

My lover is Paulina. Hm. Not the worst I suppose.

My best friend is Valerie awww yeah.

My first kiss is also Valerie. Hm awkward.

My archenemy is Skulker. Fitting

ghost (AW FUCK YEAH)

lover is skulker oh no

best friend is Valerie not sure how thats playing out

first kiss was Dani well alright okay i guess 

archenemy was fucking DAIRY KING like how the fuck i cant stop laughing

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