I don’t usually do this, but after adopting a pair of rats with my flatmate Error I feel that this needs a signal boost.
A young student is rallying to get the conditions and treatment of rats in a reptile house improved, not the complete stop of the practice, but at least giving the animals the dignity of a good meal and a safe environment to live in without human torment.
I would ask that any follower I have take a moment to sign her petition, it would only take a moment and if it could improve the conditions of the animals, it’d do a great deal of good to many tiny lives.
”In a student-run reptile museum, feeder rats are physically abused. They are not fed everyday of the week and are not killed humanely. Students throw them against walls, whack them against rails, smacked with large metal tweezers, frozen alive, twisting their heads and yanking on them to detach their spines, handled roughly, and are tortured by taking nonliving rats and rubbing them on the other live rats to frighten them. The teacher who runs this museum encourages the students to perform these acts. This needs to stop. Not only are they mistreated, but they live in horrible conditions. Their cage bins are coated with filth and dirt and have never been washed. The shelf the the bins sit in is covered in complete dust, which can cause respiratory infections. Kids are cruel and should not be in charge of running a museum with animals. The rats need to be treated with respect and handled properly. They may be bred to feed other animals, but they are the most loyal pets you’ll ever have. Please help stop this horrible treatment towards these innocent animals! By signing your name, you are helping against this cruelty! Everyone’s support is appreciated! These rats should be freed and given to loving families!.”
You can find her on Instagram and follow the story of the small rat Dewie that she rescued from the reptile house by popping in her pocket: http://www.oninstagram.com/profile/dewietherat
I know this is pretty heavy but I also know that we all love and care about rats (and all animals!) and this is honestly horrifying.
Reptiles need to eat but these rats do not deserve to be treated this way. I hate to think how these kids treat other animals if they can do this to these poor babies :(
Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault
Maybe I was only ever just your bartender, waitress, checkout girl, seamstress, childcare provider, ex-girlfriend, show promoter, charity worker, show goer, or even just the girl in the bar seat next to you. But here’s who else I am: I am the survivor of a sexual assault at the age of 16 by a man more than 10 years older than me. This man cornered me in a room and tried to force me to perform sexual acts on him, stating he would tell everyone in the van I did it anyway so I might as well. When I fled the room, he chased me down the hall, pinning me against a wall and shoving his hands down every orifice he could find while shoving his mouth over mine to prevent my muffled screams and tears from being heard. When I eventually broke free, I locked myself in an abandoned room until friends came to me. I slept in that room only to be disturbed once by a band member who simply knocked on the door and said, “You don’t have to open the door, just listen. You don’t even have to tell me what happened because I already know and I’m really sorry.” And I’m not sorry if YOU CAN’T HANDLE THAT.
When I came out that next morning, 16 years ago, the band was gone, my wallet was stolen, and I was left a shirt by the band as if it were some sort of consolation prize. The irony of the band’s name, and me being a CASUALTY in my own right, was not lost on me. All these years later and every time I write those words, speak them, re-live them, I choke back vomit. I remember how The Singer smelled, tasted, his jagged rotten teeth, his worn leather skin, how the band argued about not cutting their hair because it was their statement, and mostly how utterly fucking helpless I felt. How scared, dirty, ashamed, used, rejected, confused, alone, and ruined I felt. I feel all those emotions when my friends play shows and fests with this man. When they put their arms around him at bars, when they defend him. Hell, I feel all this just because he simply still breathes. Through my travels, I met other girls and heard their stories and know that no justice has ever been served. Not legally, not musically, not even a small road bump in his band or his shitty pathetic life. And now… now I’m at fault for telling my story again I’m sure because man…you already bought those show tickets and they WERE $30.00 and you don’t want that going to waste. Yeah, I get it. I told. I’m the bad guy.
… This woman was sexually assaulted by Jorge of The Casualties… The band knew of her experience and did nothing about it. Burn your patches and t-shirts, don’t go to their shows, and spread the fucking word… I’ve seen this rapist-worship and cover-up jobs in “radical/alternative”circles for too long.
Please spread the word.
Animals are being treated very cruelly by The Qatari Museum Mathaf displayed by the artist Adel Abdessemed
They are being burned alive, hit to death with sledgehammers and are slammed against wall in shows for anyone to watch.
So please, please, if you have a heart big enough to help, just sign THIS petition, not many more signatures are needed so please help reblog this!! Thankyou x
Asked by Anonymous
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1/3 cup pomegranate juice
1 oz. lemon juice
1 oz. vodka
First, muddle blackberries and place in shaker with juices and ice. Shake for 20 seconds, strain into glass and garnish with blackberries on a pick.
This drink makes you pucker, in a good way! It’s perfectly sweet at first with a punch of sour towards the end. We love the idea of blackberries as a garnish, making the dark, berry drink even more moody and monochromatic. Not to mention, they’re the easiest and yet beautiful garnish. The deep purple hue of this lemondrop almost looks black and is a perfectly sophisticated and spooky choice for a Halloween soiree, don’t you think?