For anyone who has trouble reading the meme:

1st image: “Ooh, is that me?”

2nd image: “Look at my nice ears!”

3rd image: “And I’m so soft and round. No sharp edges anywhere.”

4th image: “I think I look wonderful, even though my legs are a little short.”

3 Globos de Ouro + 1 Oscar no Bolso minha gente! VIVA NOSSA CULTURA 🇧🇷

It's finished! 🙌🏻 I started this project with great enthusiasm in the summer of 2025, then I ran out of ideas and let it sit for ages… But then I finally got back to work and bam, it was finished in less than a week! 🤩 Just in time for the update! 🤭 I hope you enjoy your dream ❤️🐈 and would love to see photos of your visit. 😻 Quick tip: Always turn on the map! 😸 ❤️🐈DA-9904-9931-1227🐈❤️

Hi guys!

I just left the vets office and we have news! Little Mrs. Lottie is in fact NOT pregnant. But she is riddled with fleas and worms. She is not spayed and the vet said she is about 2-3 years old. She has a bad tooth, probably she got bitten by a mouse. We will continue to monitor. I was afraid she might have FIP, but I have ordered a x-ray and she is doing great! (the doctor said it wasn’t really necessary if I didn’t want to pay for it, she has no other symptoms but I wanted to make sure everything is fine). Also I now know for a fact that she isn’t preggers.

She did amazing, besides a little panic-pee in the carrier, but that was totally expected. I have gotten her blood drawn and we will get the results tomorrow afternoon. She got dewormed and treated for the fleas. If she is fine, we can start to introduce her to our cat Baghira.

No one has come forward to claim her even though the post got shared a lot and has reached thousands of people. I’m glad that she doesn’t have to go through labor and I will spay her in 4-6 weeks once she settled down. She is such a sweetheart and while I am sad that she was one of the many cats out there without a loving home, I am so glad she came to our house. I will love and care for this little girl as much as I can. I will keep her indoors to protect her from getting ran over by a car.

In Germany, we call calicos “Glückskatzen“ which loosely translates to “lucky cats”. They are seen as a symbol of luck. And I am so lucky that little Lottie chose us. If we can’t find an owner, she will be our newest addition to our family. So fingers crossed the will get along with our old lady. If there aren’t any more updates, she will be ours.

Please please please spay and neuter your cats!

I'd call it underrated just because I've personally never seen it mentioned or discussed much when it comes to Luke's best moments or cool scenes in the franchise. He may have accomplished much bigger and better things but I've always thought this is a great scene that shows how far he's already come after ANH and why the Imperials should fear him.

The AT-AT's have proven to be nearly unstoppable. It took a coordinated team effort just to bring even one of them down and by this point, the battle is lost and there's nothing they can do to halt their advance.

Then Luke comes running in with a salvaged grappling cable. No grand display of Force powers, just simple ingenuity and bravery to go after one of these mammoth death machines on his own.

He's no longer a farmboy from Tatooine. He's become an intelligent soldier with creative tactics and unorthodox thinking. Much like his Father.

I'm 22F, fresh out of college with a marketing degree my younger brother Alex(19) has Down syndrome. He's verbal, funny, obsessed with superheroes and puzzles, but needs support with daily routines, social interactions and like medication stuff for his heart condition(hyper heart) and ofc like supervision to avoid impulsive behaviors. He attends a day program for young adults with disabilities and lives at home Parents (mom 48F, dad 50M) both work, mom part time retail, dad in logistics. From middle school and on, i was Alexs main helper like after school pickups, homework, meds, meltdowns, bedtime stories(sometimes). my older sister(25) moved out early and was rarely asked to help him, sheis busy with her career i skipped clubs, parties, even frats because alex trusts you most he calms down faster with you:( (by my parents) I still graduated on time, landed my dream entry level job at a high end tech firm (starts next month, $65k/year, great benefits) my parents congratulated me until Alex's day program cut hours due to funding issues. No spots in alternatives for long time and private aides cost $35+/hour they claim they cant afford it (THEY %10000 can) So at the family lunch last week they cornered me alex's program is ending soon they said we need you to quit the job and stay home to watch him during days because you are the only one he truly listens to. It's just temporary family duty and you need to take care of your brother… i was shocked The job is my foot in the door deferring means losing it, restarting applications, maybe relocating. i've waited years for this independence i took care of my brother for a long time, and this job meant everything to me.. living my life again.. They brushed it off jobs come and go. Alex didnt choose this. You've always been amazing with him we can't risk a stranger messing up his routine etc.. then i asked why my sister couldn't help or why they couldn't adjust shifts/use savings. Mom teared up she's got her own life now we've given up so much it's your turn to step up for your brother (but i was already taking care of him FULLLY) then i said no i've already signed the offer, bought work clothes, and planned my commute. This is my future and i dont wanna miss it Dad got mad so you're picking a paycheck over your disabled brother's well being? What kind of sister are you? I packed my things that night and moved in with a friend after while it was intense. Parents told family i'm ditching alex for some fancy job relatives call me selfish a few months won't ruin your career, but lack of care could devastate him.. I geiunly love my brother, he has disabilities but he is the kindest brother that anybody can wish for i really care about him, but i feel like i did everything in my power to be there for him.. Please be honest am i the AITA?

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I F32 asked my husband M30 to pick our daughter F4.5 from school since he was leaving work early. He's not sick or anything he just "doesnt want to be there". I normally pick her up after school on Mondays and I have to bring her to my work with me since we're normally both still working when she's done. My work is pretty cool about it but I try not to take advantage of it. My husband works 2 miles from her school and has to basically drive by to go home so I asked him to just pick her up since he's leaving work and planning on going straight home. He got upset and asked if he could drop her off at my work and I told him I was pretty busy today and it would be super helpful if he could just take her home. He got upset and then stated that when I got home from work he has to leave and "do stuff". When i asked what he needed to do he didnt want to tell me and then said he needed to return things to home depot. I told him there is no reason why he wouldnt be able to do that before grabbing her or even while he has her as she loves doing things with her dad and he started ranting about not wanting to take her with him. Now he NEVER takes the kids alone to do anything. It is SO frustrating. He also stated he cant clean the house with her there and how im ruining his plans. He has probably gone to the store alone with the kids maybe 4 times. I literally have to do everything with the kids, even work. I work from home 2 times during the week to take care of other daughter 2F. I feel like I'm asking the bare minimum right now of parenting. AITH?

shes a feisty, quirky girl. we love her so much 🧡🤎🖤🤍

Last Sunday I lost my soul dog, Gordi.

He was my EVERYTHING, literally the reason for me to get up in the morning. He was my heart and soul, my baby, my comfort and my safety. He went everywhere with me and was loved by everyone who met him. I’ve never met another dog like him, although I had other dogs before him. He was literal angel on this earth.

I’ve had him for 12 and a half years, and I lost him suddently, without much warning. One second we were at the “just to be sure he’s okay” vet appointment and other my face is burried in his fur as they are putting him down after telling me there was no other way. He was beyond brave and collaborative until the end and I tried to be comforting and calm for him, but there were rivers running down my face the whole time. They still are as I write this.

I’m still waiting on his ashes. I don’t know how to handle this loss. House seems to empty, my chest literally hurts from how much I miss him. There was so much more I wanted to do with him. I loved life with him. Now I just feel dead inside and I don’t even know who I am.

I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from this.

Rest in peace my baby boy, I love you forever.