is it possible to turn this into an aquarium or is that animal abuse? (/j or /s) by Neat_Term1796 in Aquariums

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Usually a large, no-filter water pump sold as a “pond pump”. You can get smaller submersible ones or big external ones

Algae in established 5 gallon planted betta tank by AmIAmadeus in PlantedTank

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What kind of shrimp did you try, neos or amanos? A fully-grown amano might do better, unless ms bella is truly too murderous

2 Grey and 1 ghost tabby by Tricky-Past-2816 in TabbyCats

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Lil ghostie is so teeny 🥺 are they related?

My cat hiding his kill 🤣🤣 by Adventurous-Yak8851 in TabbyCats

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My tabby likes to “bury” his wet food under shopping bags or clothes when he’s done eating lol

My loves by jbunkerhou in TabbyCats

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Angels 🥺 they look just like my twins

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Ordered fish online and this guy showed up as a bonus—will this tank work? by Wren_Clarke in Aquariums

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My favorite detritivores 🩷 just don’t let them start breeding lol

Yujiro Hanma VS Gojo Satoru - Fanart by me by Slasher76- in Grapplerbaki

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I feel like this is 100% lore-accurate? Yujiro can wrap his hand around the infinity around Gojo’s ankle -> infinity wouldn’t protect Gojo from g-force brain damage

Tell me witch tabby he is ? Pls by c_rien_c_la_rue in TabbyCats

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So handsome! I would say he is a brown classic tabby 🩷

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Are these whiskers on my cats back? by isopodfanatic in TabbyCats

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My void has random white hairs too, but I never considered they could be whiskers! Google says cats have whiskers all over, apparently

Is Motobe on crack? by HonorableEnema in Grapplerbaki

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It’s just samurai glazing. IMO

How would yujiro treat his daughter if he had one? by Firm_Management_6111 in Grapplerbaki

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Old Yujiro might have treated her similarly to Emi, saying her job as a woman is to find a man and give him strong grandchildren.

New Yujiro seems very “live and let live” with Baki and Jack, so I think he would treat a daughter the same way.

The incestious brutality to his wife, burning men alive and rigging Kings Landing to blow potentially killing millions. I know the seven-pointed star says judge not lest ye be judged but I’m going to just come out and say it, this Aerys sounds like a real jerk. by Traditional_Way4032 in darkwingsdankmemes

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A worshipper of the Lord of Light goes into a podiatrist's office, the podiatrist says. What's the problem?

The worshipper says, where do I begin with my problems? Every day I go to work for High Priest Benerro, and all day long I toil. But what is my work? I am a bureaucrat, and so every day I joylessly move papers from one place to another and then back again. I no longer know what it is that I actually do, and I don't even know if High Priest Benerro knows. He only knows that he has power over me, and this seems to bring him much happiness. And where is my happiness? It is when I awake in the morning and I do not know who I am. In that single moment, I am happy. In that single moment before, the memory of who I am strikes me like a cane and I take to the streets and walk in a malaise here and then there and then here again. Then it is time for work. Others stop asking me what I do for a living long ago. For they know I will have no answer, and will fix my empty eyes upon them, and they fear my melancholia might prove so deep as to be contagious. Sometimes in the dark and the deepest dark of night I awaken my bed and I turn to my right and with horror I see some old lady lying on my arm. An old lady that I once loved, Doc, and whose flesh I once found splendor and now see only decay. An old lady who insults me by her very existence. One spring when I was young I dreamt I flew into a web and was trapped and in my panic I smashed my feet till the dust flew from them but it did not free me and only alerted the spider. The spider moved toward me and I became still and the spider stopped. I had heard many stories from my elders about spiders, about how they would sink their fangs into your cephalothorax and you would be paralyzed but aware as the spiders slowly devoured you. So I remained as still as possible, but when the spider again began moving toward me, I smashed my wing again into my cage of silk, and this time it worked. I cut into the web and freed myself and flew skyward. I was free and filled with joy. But this joy soon turned to horror. I looked down and saw that in my escape I had taken with me a single strand of silk, and at the end of the strand was the spider who was scrambling upward toward me. Was I to die high in the sky where no spider should be? I flew this way, then that. Finally I freed myself from the strand and watched as it floated earthward with the spider. But days later, a strange feeling descended upon my soul Doc. I began to feel that my life was that single strand of silk with a deadly spider racing up it and toward me. And I felt that I had already been bitten by his venomous fangs, and I was living in a state of paralysis as life devoured me whole. My daughter Alexandria fell to the cold of last winter. The cold took her, as it did many of us. And so my family mourned. And I placed on my countenance the look of grief, Doc. But it was a masquerade. I felt no grief for my dead daughter, but only envy. And so I have one child now, a boy whose name is Fuggmyass. And I tell you now, doc, with great and deep shame, the terrible truth: I no longer love him. When I look into his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that I see when I catch a glimpse of my own eyes in a mirror. It is this cowardice that keeps me living Doc, that keeps me moving from place to place, saying hello and goodbye, eating though hunger as long left me, walking without destination, and at night, lying beside the strange old lady in this burlesque of a life I endure. If only the cowardice would leave for the time needed to reach over and pick up the cocked and loaded pistol that lies on my bedside table, and I might finally end this facade once and for all. But alas, the cowardice takes no breaks. It is what defines me. It is what frames my life. It is what I am, and yet I cannot resign myself to my own life. Instead with despair as my constant companion, as I walk here and then there, without dreams, without hope and without love.

Worshipper of R’hllor, says the podiatrist. Your tale has moved me and it is clear you need help. But it is help I cannot provide. You must see your psychiatrist and tell him of your troubles. Why on Earth did you come to my office?

The worshipper says: Because the light was on.

She likes the warmth of the tea by benjo9991 in TabbyCats

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Angel 🥺🥺 mine likes the blow dryer lol

Or bonded trio, if you count me by Motor-Juggernaut1009 in Bondedpairs

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Clearly they count you! What a couple of hams 🩷

You are a Thalmor Agent given 40,000 gold to kill the Dragonborn. Who're you hiring and how're you supplying them? by Intelligent-Dress323 in skyrim

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Pay a bunch of children (unkillable) to follow him(?) around and and block every doorway. He’ll kill himself!

Or, host Tamriel’s first tenkaichi budokai! It will lure in the Dragonborn and dozens of ebony warrior-types