This Is Luigi. She Is 8 Months Old, And She Is So Incredibly Sweet. She Is One Of The Very First Rats

This is Luigi. She is 8 months old, and she is so incredibly sweet. She is one of the very first rats I’ve ever owned, and i love her so much. Having her in my life has seriously helped my mental health, and I am so grateful to be able to have the experience of loving her.

Unfortunately,  as pictured above, she has developed a mammary tumor. Tumors, especially mammary ones in girls, are too common in rats. They also unfortunately have the risk of returning.

The surgery will cost about $403. I need to speak with the vet about also having her spayed during surgery, which will reduce the risk of developing another tumor. This may cost extra. If she is not able to, I will need to contact a specialist, which will likely be more expensive. I will update if this happens.

Extra money that comes from this would be saved for any other medical costs that I would need to cover. I have 4 other rats that may have complications like this in the future.

If you are unable to donate. I completely understand and I appreciate you taking the time to read this. Thank you so much. If you are able to, please reblog this post and share with anyone you can.

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I feel just a little bit left out sometimes…

Hey I’m Weather, I’m a trans woman in my 20s, and I’m going to be houseless at the end of April. Which is not as bad as it sounds - I’ve lived out of my car before, and I drive doordash so I can still work while doing that. But I am hoping not to have to do it for long (it’s harder post-covid) and I do need to find somewhere to live before it gets colder again.

I’m looking for housing which is:

In the North Carolina Triangle area (Raleigh, Durham, Cary, or Chapel Hill)

Less than $450 dollars a month in rent and utilities

If you have a space for me or know someone who does, please message me on tumblr or discord (Weather#6893). If not, please reblog this post (and please reblog again if you haven’t seen it for a while - I expect this search to take time. I’ll edit this and mention in a reblog when I do find something.)

More details on my situation and on what I’m looking for in the tags on this post. While I’m not in urgent need of monetary help, I’m also not in a position to turn down anyone inclined to offer it so here are paypal and venmo links.

This is why Drag Queens are the best

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

Nobody:...

Preschoolers:

Kids who's parents took them to the movies theater.