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Brother with Mental Health Challenges and Cerebral Palsy Is Homeless After Landlord Illegally Evicted And Assaulted Him

Hi everyone. I’m so sorry to veer off from our normal topic of cats, but we have nowhere else to turn. On approximately November 27th, 2024, my brother was forcibly - grabbed by the sweater and tossed out - of the residence in question. This was after the landlord began telling him he needs to move immediately because he was moving a family member in.

As it stands, I live in rent geared to income housing and so does my mom, so they’re strict about not letting in other tenants other than those stipulated on the lease. Furthermore, I have my own ailments at the moment and need the room I have for my equipment and medical supplies. Right now, my mom and I are bouncing him between places. This has been hard on his mental health, he has schizophrenia, cognitively functions below his age level, and has cerebral palsy.

Right now we need first and last months rent for him because he had just moved into that place and disability only gives firsts and lasts once a month. We also need food and some things to get him setup in a new place. If you could share this or give even just $1, we’d appreciate it so much.

Here’s my moms PayPal, click here if you can donate ❤️

“I AM INEVITABLE!” “I … I am their father.” 

Infinity Stone Au again, from discord

I make Character ai boys. Here are a few.

He’s a male version of the swan princess

YES

── KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN

face sitting w/ jake sully ─ reader

NSFT ✩ MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ✩ GENERAL MASTERLIST

you frowned as jake gently tugged on your thighs, pushing you up towards his mouth, while also spreading your thighs apart. “so you want me to sit on your face?”

jake hummed underneath you, biting down onto his lip as he refrained from laughing, “yes, yawne. want to make you feel good.”

your head tilted to the side as you looked down at him, “how will you breathe?”

“don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, just relax, yeah? if you don’t like it we’ll stop.”

being with jake had brought forward so many new forms of intimacy, some stranger than others but you trusted him. and if he said it would feel good, then you believed him. “just feels a little silly, i’m scared to crush you.”

jake glared up at you playfully, “you won’t crush me. i’m strong.”

you laughed softly, “right. big and strong.”

“the strongest and biggest.”

you giggled softly, “so humble.”

“shh.”

he gently massaged your thighs, looking up at you once again before gently lowering you onto his mouth. your thighs caging in his head as his lips wrapped around your clit, giving it a few soft sucks.

your breath hitched, brows furrowing together as you watched him. jake’s eyes had closed, whining under you as he lapped at the small bud. digging his tongue through your folds sucking more fervently.

your hands clenched at your sides, not knowing what to do with them as jake continued to lap at your cunt.

he paused for a few seconds and you whined out in protest. he laughed quietly, “lean forward, baby. hands on the floor.”

you did as he said, lowering yourself back onto his mouth, urging him on. he tongued at your clit before he sucked and your hips bucked forward.

soft, desperate mewls leaving your mouth as you began to drag your pussy against his mouth. jake grunted softly, gripping at your thighs to press you harder against his mouth.

his tongue eased its way into you, thrusting harshly as you fucked yourself against his tongue. “feels good-so good-”

he mumbled something against your folds and it caused a shiver to run down your spine. your thighs trembling around his face as he continued to devour you.

your eyes had shut tightly as your hips continue to undulate against his mouth. his nose knocking against your clit with each drag of your hips.

panting and desperate as he licked and sucked, but when his mouth moved forward, lips wrapping around your swollen cunt, that was when you broke apart.

you back tensed as your hips bucked forward clumsily, thighs aching and quivering as you cried out his name. jake rumbled beneath you in deep satisfaction. lazily swirling his tongue between your folds as you tried to catch your breath.

when you finally pulled away, his mouth and chin were messy with your release, you leaned forward, kissing him lazily. “you liked that, hm?”

you nipped at his bottom lip and that was answer enough, “gonna have to do that more often then.”

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Reposting this simply to save it since it’s so adorable and I love it 😻

It was an average Monday morning when you, Nanami Kento's wife, were turned into a cat.

"An unusual Curse," Shoko had said, "not longer than a week, surely--"

"Not--not longer than a week?!" Kento spluttered, his glasses lopsided, and, dangled in front of him beneath the arms (legs-- legs, he reminded himself)...you.

You, with two pointed ears, a long whippy tail, your many toe-beans and a perturbed little head-tilt. On the doctors' office couch, a neatly folded (if a little furry) pile of your clothes.

"Meow," you had said.

"Don't 'meow' me," Kento spluttered again, fixing you with a stern look that barely overlaid his concern. You simply stared up at him, long, and feline, and unblinking...and reached out one little paw, pressing it onto the end of his nose.

Kento sighed; a bone-deep, weary sigh. Shoko put out her cigarette, speaking through a haze of smoke.

"Like I said. Give it a week, and Mrs.Nyanyami will be back to nor--"

"What did you just call her?'

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Mrs.Nyanyami, the cat formerly known as Nanami Kento's wife, wanted for nothing.

"I think that tuna's more expensive than anything I've ever eaten," whispered Yuuji to Gojo. On the other side of the conference room, you sat upon the desk before Kento, waiting patiently for the next lump of tuna (meticulously cut into cat-appropriate cubes) to be delivered in his chopsticks.

As Kento's hand approached, you held it close with paw and claws, to steal the pink fish from him. He looked like a surgeon performing heart surgery.

"I just...dont know how he can look so serious while he's doing that," Gojo whispered back, to Yuuji's frantic nods. Still, they watched this freakish nature documentary with quiet obsession.

A higher-up sat down beside Kento, waiting for the meeting to begin. Jolting back, and grumbling, he did a double take.

"Young man-- you can't bring a cat to a Sorcerer's meeting--"

"That's not a cat," Kento snapped, frosty, "that's my wife."

And so began the rumour amongst the higher-ups, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.

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"You should leave her at home--"

"--absolutely not--"

"--really, Nanami...just put the television on, she'll be fine--"

"--unequivocally, no--"

"--why not?!"

Silence. An awkward shuffle on Kento's thick chest. You peeked your head out of the pocket of the cat-carrying hoodie that Kento wore over his shirt and tie, and turned to Gojo with narrowed eyes.

"Meow," you had said, batting at Kento's strings, and hooking his tie out with your paw, to kick it to death with your legs.

"I agree," said Kento, whispering and scratching you beneath the chin until you purred, "he's wrong, isn't he? Stupid Gojo. You'd get lonely. You'd get bored. Yes you would..."

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"Oh my god...he's gorgeous...you should get his number--"

"--I'm not brave enough...you go. I'll get our coffees."

"--okay, okay..." The woman cleared her throat, sweeping her hair behind one ear with her best smile. Kento looked up from his coffee, with one finely raised eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" He lied, unwilling to help anyone at all before he'd finished his croissant.

"Hi, yeah, I just...can't help but notice you're sitting alone, and my friend-- well she-- she just wondered if she can have your number, and--"

The woman broke off into shrieks. Climbing up her leg, all claws and furry vengeance, was you. She shook her leg, shrieking. You hissed. Your cup of steamed milk clattered over the table, slopping everywhere.

"--o-oh my god-- oh my god, what the hell is this cat doi--"

"I'm sorry," Kento sighed, not sorry at all and dabbing his mouth with a napkin and doing absolutely nothing to help, "it's my cat. She doesn't like company--"

Hisses. Claws. Dirty feral yowls.

"Get this fucking thing off me--"

"I can't take you anywhere. No more steamed milk for you."

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At times, you seemed so human. At others, undeniably cat.

Kento would wake to clattering from the kitchen, bleary and feeling around for you, only to remember, and trace his hand up to the furry, round little patch you'd leave behind on your pillow. He allowed himself just a moment of misery, before getting up.

He followed the sounds of cups and kettle and coffee machine, and leaned against the doorway with sleep-mussed hair and a squinting, teenagerish glare.

You were up on the counter, all four paws and determination. You had gotten as far as switching the kettle and coffee machine on, and heaving the cupboard open with your tiny limbs. Kento watched as you tipped your head sideways, managing to drag two mugs out in your teeth. He winced as they almost smashed upon the counter.

"Come on," Kento rumbled, his voice rusty with sleep, "let me do that."

You meowed at him, batting at the air with one angry paw when he stepped closer. Kento huffed, raising his hands in surrender.

"Fine," he tutted, "but I'll pour the water."

"Meow."

"Why? Because you don't have opposable thumbs, darling."

The fur stood up along your spine. You turned around, and around, in a circle, then sat upright. You turned your back on him while you waited for the kettle to boil. Your tail flicked from side to side, irritable. Kento waited, too, reaching out one hand to stroke your ears.

You nudged your back paw out, and pushed his mug off the side to smash on the floor.

Silence.

"...what is wrong with y--"

"Meow."

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Skitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

Kento groaned, rubbing down his face. He checked the clock, frog-blinking; two in the morning. He groaned harder.

Skitterskitterskitter.

Thunk.

More distant meows.

"Please just come back to bed," Kento moaned into the hands pressed over his face.

SkitterskitterskitterSKITTERSKITTER-- rustlllleerussstle--

Directly over his face.

"Meow--"

"I am begging you--"

RustlerustleTHNKskitterskitterskitter.

Distant meows.

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"I miss you."

You raised your head to look at him. Your purring hitched. Your ears tilted.

Kento had murmured, his low voice barely audible. The only light in the living room was the ever-changing light of the television screen. Laid on his back on the sofa, with you curled on his chest, Kento stroked down your back with longing.

You crept up his chest, pressing your cold wet nose to his, and purred. Nose to nose, and cross-eyed, Kento could have cried.

"I really miss you," he repeated, swallowing around the lump in his throat. Your claws dug into his chest, just a little. You rub, rub, rubbed your warm furry head along his jaw until he sniffled, and gave a choked little chuckle.

He fell asleep with you on his chest that night. In so many ways, it was familiar; home. In so many others, you were gone forever.

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"Meow."

Kento shuffled. His chest felt heavy...warm. His belly felt warm, too. And his lap, and--

Kento's eyes shot open, his head lifting up from the couch.

You bit your lip, naked on top of him, and smiling. Human. An angel.

"Oh, my love," Kento moaned, crushing you to him in a bear hug from shoulder to toes, "you're back-- I missed you, I was so worrie--"

You batted an arm out, swiping last night's wine glass from the coffee table beside you, to shatter on the floor.

Silence. Kento blinked slowly, looking from the wine glass, to you. You felt your cheeks grow hot, swallowing hard.

"God, I...sorry, Kento. Force-- force of habit--"

Just had a breakdown over the song “Laika” by Wil Wagner.

I then looked up things about the real Laika, like how Laika wasn’t even her first name, her name was Kudryavka, or Little Curly. and how one of the scientists admitted to regretting sending her up because they didn’t learn nearly as much as her life cost. She was only 3 when she was sent up and died of overheating because the satellites cooling system failed after either 7 hours or four days. Quote, “Laika, the first animal to be launched into orbit, died from overheating and panic in the tiny spacecraft – all alone and in severe pain.” AND THEY KNEW SHE WOULD DIE! They knew the probability of survival for her was near impossible! She didn’t even have a body to bury because it burnt up as the satellite fell to Earth. Yeah, they didn’t even try to bring her back down. The satellite eventually just fell 5 months later.

No, I’m not okay. I’m crying just typing this.

the edit itself

this edit is getting taken down from tiktok every time someone reuploads it, its straight up censorship at this point

Im not even american but im having a great time with this

DONT LET THIS DIE

credit to miraculousgastropod for the original

As odd as this might look, girl this is me with like every animal in a 3-foot-radius. My dog and I have our own conversations as she just glances at me in response.

Tell me I’m wrong

In young justice, in the first episode, Dick Grayson quoted 10 things I hate about you when he came up with ‘whelmed’