Muslims In Libya Condemn Violence, Apologize To Americans
#of course the news won’t show this #no they’ll just keep stating over and over that the US is sending two warships to the area #because that is more important than showing Americans that not all Muslims are evil like they already believe #because that would be asking too much of the media
You know I kind of hate being American sometimes.
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Today I went to my local Walmart because I needed tupperware to transport my now three betta splendens to college in.
I went to the fish aisle, like I always do, and prepared for hell as I walked in. To no one’s surprise, we found the first picture and some extremely unresponsive fish in the cups. Our Walmart is notorious for its lack of care for bettas; with a Petsmart next door, they get little fish business but the Regional Manager refuses to stop selling stock.
I was angry at this though, but unlike so many who get angry, complain online and raise their fist and lament “Damn you Waalllmmmaarrrtt!!” I actually did something about it.
So I searched around for someone who wasn’t purposefully avoiding me (knowing I would ask them to help, since no one in the store is trained to do “fish” stuff), which turned out to be a man named Matt. Matt’s a tall, goofy guy and was very sweet.
So I told him, “Matt, these bettas are in awful shape. Please come fix this for us, this is very serious.” He looked sad. His smile went from sincerely happy to one of genuine pity and perhaps a bit of anger. Matt quickly asked us to show him where they were.
Even from an entire aisle away, he was appalled. We could hear a grumble of frustration and, in all honesty, I thought it was at my boyfriend and I. But, as he did a slight jog over to the cups, we could tell it was anger not at us, but at his employees. He was pissed.
“Oh my god. These poor things. How do I fix it? How do I help them?” He was sad. And pissed. And hes asking me for help. Oh Walmart gods, you’ve finally given us a good one; someone who gives a shit.
Matt’s an assistant manager. Not a fish guy, not a stock guy- a manager. All fancy clothes and he’s now holding 5 cups in each hand and hurrying to the sink. Oh my god he’s actually gonna help us, right now. Oh my god.
He fumbled with the lids and looked scared. “How do I do this? Do you know? I really don’t want to hurt them, I dont want them to get sick or shock them.” I asked if I could show him. Most Walmarts do not, for any reason, allow non-staff to use their taps/meds/cups, etc., but this guy’s asking me to. Wow.
So I show him: You take the lid off (I made him smell the water!), pour the fish gently into the plastic container for the changes, take the cup, rinse the hell out of it, fill it with water (to the top- and reminded him it should always be so), add conditioner (which he took right off the shelf!), then get rid of the nasty water from the change container as best you can. I showed him to keep his finger at the edge to prevent the fish from sliding out.
He watched my every move.
The once invisible fish, with water so filthy his shiny blue self could not be seen, was now happily wiggling around in a full cup. We all had big smiles, but none bigger than Matt. He thanked us up and down and we told him how we genuinely appreciated his willingness to learn and fix this.
I told him about how, not even a year before, I’d told a manager of the same issue and he literally told me to leave it be- and that I wouldnt know what I was doing. Matt was appalled and grumbled about how “lip service” should be held back when actual living creatures were involved.
We left Matt to it- he now had 10 cups to clean, and all of them were filthy.
My boyfriend and I gave him a bit, as not to pressure him, and came back not even 10 minutes later to the bottom picture, all lined up, every single fish inside now happy, clean and frisky as ever! I honestly choked back a sob. Not for the fish, even, but that someone gave enough of a shit in Walmart to listen to me, fix it, and actually care.
Matt and another manager saw us and our excitement and came to thank us. We thanked him, too, and told him how much it meant to us. The other manager made notes of this and congratulated Matt for addressing a big issue, which it really was.
Quite a story, yeah? You don’t often hear ones like these I bet. Because most people, instead of actually at least trying to fix it, just do nothing and come online and bitch about it. Well, here- photos and all- I say to you, shut up or put up. Don’t come on and blame Walmarts up and down for being horrible and then walk away from these poor things. Fix it. Ask someone. Demand they clean it. Be kind, respectful, and be forceful.
And then you can walk away knowing that you saved a bunch of fish from burning away in ammonia and scum, and not just having taken a photo and only complained.
Thank you so much, Matt. Good on you. Keep being great.
It’s filly Derpy. IT’S FILLY DERPY.
how Can I not reblog my life!
You don’t belong here if you don’t reblog this
Correction: You’re lying if you don’t reblog this.
It’s about NSFW content with MLP.
Now, I’m not bashing on it, I’m not saying people should stop doing it or stop enjoying it. You’re entitled to do as you please, but I’d like to bring something to your attention.
While I’ve been doing the Stalkerloo blog, it’s come to my attention that there…
So every once in a while, someone (or a couple of someones) will get it into their heads that it’d be cool to come visit us in real life by tracking down our addresses and knocking on our doors, or leaving presents on our doorstep or in our mail box.
As harmless as that no doubt is, it is for some reason unsettling. A home is a private place and it’s weird to feel like the internet could at any time come rushing into it…it sort of alters how I feel about home in a way that I don’t particularly like.
The problem is, while we can post on Tumblr and Twitter and even on videos that this isn’t a good idea, there will always be some people who don’t see those messages.
There is a tremendous amount of Vlogbrothers content out there and no one’s expected to experience it all. So people will keep getting excited about the idea, not think it all the way through, and execute without considering what they’re really doing.
However, I do assume that roughly 100% of people will begin their quest by typing “Hank Green’s Address” into google…because that’s where you start, right?
So, the plan is simple, I’ve crated two pages at hankgreen.com with the same text explaining that visiting our houses is weird. I’m going to, right now, link to them with the text Hank Green’s Address and John Green’s Address. If people re-blog this and Google does it’s indexing job, then those should be the first results when people type those strings into Google.
It’ll take a while, but soon, the first thing someone will see when beginning their search is a nice note explaining the situation. Self-policing, YAY!
This… This is really smart. Kudos for really thinking this through.
If you can’t reblog this, you don’t deserve to be on tumblr.
Ouch to the top comment!!
[[there needs to be quotes on sane….]]
Yep…tumblr has changed my life for the better.
I love you guys
Goofy, Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse’s cameo in The Little Mermaid
Proof kingdom hearts actually happened
My partner, the sweetest person around and possibly one of the few people I consider myself close to in the group we participate in. Well, he’s been going through some tough times since we started to roleplay together and he always ends up feeling bad for never being around for me.
To me, I feel that him making an attempt through it all to try and be there is enough for me to keep going. I could never hate him for never roleplaying for me, because since he’s not always on, it actually makes sense with our characters for they both work a lot.
I love this guy and I understand that sometimes you can’t dedicate yourself to always being here, so that’s why I’ve learned to cherish the moments are characters share when he is online. c:
Most likely the best post ever.
If you don’t know this rug you didn’t live
Was I the only one who had the little cars and would drive them around the roads?
Wasn’t that the whole point of the rug though
I had a whole damn box full of about 100 cars and I used to spend my time making them crash into each other
I had this rug. Hol,y shit.
Cannot… contain… feels…
Childhood… coming… back…
Bitches, that’s still my rug on the floor.
oh my god, i miss this rug
I had one of these as well.
Ah, the memories…
I’m still shocked by the fact that even I had this rug as a kid, what wizardry is this?!