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Some Things I Find Disgusting #1

Hi there!

How are ya?

I don’t mean to rain on your happy parade, but one of the things in life I love, is happiness.

For people. And animals.

If you’ve been patient enough to stick around with me and my random babblings, you’ve probably picked up on how deeply I love animals. And how outraged I am that they are so routinely harmed for fun, out of indifference, to preserve traditions, or peer pressure.

The only way to fix our world is to first become aware of some uncomfortable truths.


Scooby-Doo teaches us this truth every episode: humans can be monsters.

We’re not going to touch on the “why” of this or the “how” or any of these other things.

Sometimes I simply want to foster awareness.

Awareness, a cold hard look at reality, is the only way we can jump to…

Acceptance, when we can still love life and accept at the same time, that there are horrendous things that also exist at the same time – is the only thing which can lead to…

Action. Nothing big. If you’re one of the amazing athletes who have recently spent thousands of dollars on helping animals or a You-tuber who spreads awareness in hopes of donations to help the animals in your area – I commend you. You have my awe and hope restored. But most times, us everyday people can do little things to help. That is what changes the world. The combination of all different kinds of people doing what they can, small or outlandishly huge.

Lift where you stand. That’s all any of us can do.


So here is one thing I’d like you to be aware of. Perhaps you can pass it on and help illuminate others.

Also, I promise there will be adorableness at the very end too!

Because happy animals is the whole point of spreading the awareness. 🙂



This guy breaks down what the Running of the Bulls is. Once they get into the pin at the end of the run, he breaks down what ALL bull fights are.

If you don’t want to watch the video – which is graphic and you see animals bleeding and in pain – I’ll break it down pretty simply. In a bull fight, the bulls are stabbed repeatedly so that it will be hard for them to work the muscles in their back, hence making it hard to raise their heads. They are in shock, in extreme pain, their organs are stabbed and slowly shutting down, they’re losing lots of blood, and basically slowly dying while a man waves a red piece of cloth at them and stabs at them, and the crowd cheers.

This is a horrible piece of culture which is beloved to many people.

I don’t personally care what color you are, what your culture is, what personal choices you make. People are all people. We all matter. But so do animals. And anyone using the excuse of tradition, your behavior is disgusting to me.

These animals die alone and afraid, in intense pain and confused. Cheered at, jeered at.


So knock it off!

Do what you can to end this disgusting end to an animal’s life.


And now, moving on to the cuteness…


Here are two rescued bulls showing that they’re lovely little sweeties. Also, I know the last one isn’t a bull but that cow is just adorable. They really are souls. They feel and they love. They’re not here for us to torture. They’re here to live their lives alongside ours.


Now, I’m certain you’re wondering if I’m a vegetarian. I am not. I do eat meat. But I LOATHE the way our animals are kept, tortured, and finally killed. There is a better way to do this. There is a humane way to gain the food we need from living, breathing animals. They deserve a life, one free of misery and pain, before they feed our way of nutrition. And their deaths should be quick and painless.

I agree with this man:

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What do you think? Are you a vegetarian? Are you disgusted by the routine torture of animals, whether in a factor farm or in the suburbs?



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Who Am I Even Talking To?

People say, change the world with your art.

But what if the art I have inside me is tainted, the same as I am?

What if all I have to offer is twisted and soaked in the morbid and macabre.

What if the words I have to vomit, the gore-scape I have to paint, is laced with bloody barbed wire, twirling through the small glimmers of such agonizing beauty that it drips into porcelain until even the sun cannot bear to gaze upon it?


I don’t have time to sabotage anything else

But that isn’t true, is it?


I don’t have the heart to camouflage anymore pain.

But I’ll do it

Won’t I?


I don’t have any way

To speak


That is,

When you had me thinking

I was weak


Until I realized one night

I’m not responsible for your sight.


I’m sitting here telling true

You choose only to see light.


What happens when you

Find something else?


Still me

Always me


Waiting for someone

To see


But I won’t tell you that


Ah, that is the conundrum, is it not? The ache, the need to scream, to let it all out. To be free, fully come alive. To deny parts of me, well.

That’s not going to bring life to anything, now is it?


By Daphne Shadows



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Fandom Control of Stories

I really get tired of fandoms thinking they have the right to decide for the author what should happen next.

Fans becoming outraged because the author didn’t make the changes or endings or next books the ways in which they wanted them.

I’m seeing that with a lot of fandoms lately. Fandoms I’m a part of. Fandoms I’m not. Fandoms I couldn’t care less about either way.

There’s a book series I love which I wish would go back to a certain way it was. But I respect that the author has the right to do what he/she wants with their stories. I can either like it or not. That’s how it works. I do not, however, have the right to tell this person that they need to make so-and-so changes, and expect this author to do so.

It’s not my story. I’m just along for the ride. If this story suits me and my life, awesome. If not, there are other stories out there for me.

Okay – so I suppose it is my story also. It becomes mine once I digest it.

But that’s just it. I can make out of it what I need. And I can stop reading at any time I choose.

In fact, three series I used to LOVE, I have done just that with. I didn’t like where the focus was going. The women characters got real weak. Became real submissive, typical. They put up with stuff I’d never put up with. So I stopped reading them.

I still love the prior books in these series. Its fiction. I can pretend the other books don’t exist.




It’s as if people are becoming more and more angered by the fact that they feel out of control of how reality is going – that they’re taking it out on the fandoms they claim to love.

Shifting their anger to their fandom – wringing their hands over how they can’t control their favorite characters or worlds.

As if, since they cannot get the real world to change, then they need their fictional worlds to give them what they want.

As readers, we’re not making orders. We’re finding art we click with and hoping that as it changes (since everything changes) that we’ll change in the same directions or vice versa. If not, oh well. That is life. People change. Stories change. Everything changes. And if you don’t like how something is changing, that’s called growing apart. Not – hey, I don’t like how you’re changing, let me grab you in a vice grip and try to force you into something I want.


But an author is not here to change their world to suit the wants of popular opinion or the needs of a shifting belief.

To an extent, authors are here to give people what they need.


But an author can only give the stories they have inside them.

We cannot shift who we are to meet what fans suddenly want to see in their favorite books.


On some levels, authors change with the times. When it comes to the important things. Or they die out, keeping to an old way of thinking and probably not a very humane one any longer.

But that is an all-encompassing change of outlook on life.

Something that changes in the author.

It is not certain characters getting together, turning out different than prior seen. It does not mean that things left open to interpretation need to be zoomed in on or revisited and defined to suit the readers’ wants.


What readers want is to change their real world.

Punishing the authors they read for this?

Not cool.


No one can bully someone into changing the stories they have inside themselves.

Perhaps there is another author out there with the stories you want to read.

Find them.

Don’t try to change who someone is because you’re angry with how the real world is treating you.

It takes all kinds to make the world go round.


Besides, a bully is a bully is a bully.

If you’re bullying your favorite author to change the way he/she writes or to change an outcome or open ending – you’re a bully.

Even if you’re bullying for what you believe are the right reasons – you’re a bully.

I’m pretty sure that whatever wrongs you’re suffering from (which I’m not trying belittle in any way) come from a bully of some sort.

Don’t take your anger out by turning on someone and bullying them.




I mean, can’t we all just get along? I like what I like. You like what you like. We find things we like and stick with them. And when we decide we don’t like them anymore, we find new things we like.

For example: Sure, I was angry when I heard they were going to make Captain America a Nazi or something. That is something to get angry about. That’s character and world building betrayal. That is making the entire story pointless. That is trying to get a rise out of people and score crazy ratings. It’s change for the sake of change, without me reading into anything or actually looking up if its what’s going to happen or not or any of their reasoning. Doesn’t seem like it’s for the point of the story.

But art is subjective. What I love, will enrage twenty other people in the same vicinity.  What I don’t like, someone else might find intriguing.

And don’t ignore the fact that publishers do listen to fans. That still doesn’t mean you need to be nasty about it. Or to treat the authors of the world like you’re holding a gun to their heads and telling them what to write.

If you’re angry because characters change, story lines change, if you’re angry because the world changes – well, everything changes.


How do you feel when someone tries to change you to suit their needs?

Doesn’t feel good, does it?

Don’t do that to writers. We’re people too. Sometimes we really have no control over the madness swirling around inside us.

We have stories to tell.

We can’t even change which ones.

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