Riff Millar
@themasterdances.bsky.social
There are some things you can't make fun of. For everything else, there's *this* guy.
(In)famous for looking the spitting image of Roger Delgado as The Master in Doctor Who and daring to cosplay as same. (He/Him)
(In)famous for looking the spitting image of Roger Delgado as The Master in Doctor Who and daring to cosplay as same. (He/Him)
Rose, my forever kitten, gone due to lung cancer. She was only twelve.
Rose
Welcomed home 27 February 2016
Bid farewell 9 October 2025
Forever my kitten.
Welcomed home 27 February 2016
Bid farewell 9 October 2025
Forever my kitten.
November 13, 2025 at 10:13 PM
Rose, my forever kitten, gone due to lung cancer. She was only twelve.
Thank you, your kindness is appreciated.
October 12, 2025 at 7:04 PM
Thank you, your kindness is appreciated.
Total cost for services is $900.
On Monday 22 Sep 2025, Rose was diagnosed with inoperable, terminal lung cancer. At this time I am providing her hospice care, trying to make her feel as comfortable and loved as possible until it’s time for her to go.
gofund.me/b0d43ba17
www.paypal.me/riffmillar
cash.app/$RiffMillar
gofund.me/b0d43ba17
www.paypal.me/riffmillar
cash.app/$RiffMillar
Donate to Rose and Riff's Essential Needs, organized by Riff Millar
I am a disabled IT professional who has been fighting an uphill battle with a broken jo… Riff Millar needs your support for Rose and Riff's Essential Needs
gofund.me
October 8, 2025 at 8:48 PM
Total cost for services is $900.
Well, this tracks.
Another reason why I’m glad I’ve left trident seafoods, They’re abunch of republican supporting/MAGA punks. Yeah no wonder why the company I was hired at literally hires folks who are dickheads that don’t care about you, Big signs of a Trump supporting corporation.
#FuckTrump #FuckRepublicans
#FuckTrump #FuckRepublicans
October 8, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Well, this tracks.
Oh. Well, bullet dodged.
October 8, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Oh. Well, bullet dodged.
On Monday 22 Sep 2025, Rose was diagnosed with inoperable, terminal lung cancer. At this time I am providing her hospice care, trying to make her feel as comfortable and loved as possible until it’s time for her to go.
gofund.me/b0d43ba17
www.paypal.me/riffmillar
cash.app/$RiffMillar
gofund.me/b0d43ba17
www.paypal.me/riffmillar
cash.app/$RiffMillar
Donate to Rose and Riff's Essential Needs, organized by Riff Millar
I am a disabled IT professional who has been fighting an uphill battle with a broken jo… Riff Millar needs your support for Rose and Riff's Essential Needs
gofund.me
October 7, 2025 at 12:42 AM
I’m watching my cat die.
I’m listening to her final breaths.
I have never felt so devastated in my life.
I’m listening to her final breaths.
I have never felt so devastated in my life.
October 7, 2025 at 12:41 AM
I’m watching my cat die.
I’m listening to her final breaths.
I have never felt so devastated in my life.
I’m listening to her final breaths.
I have never felt so devastated in my life.
I carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed, where she used to sleep by my side every night yet hasn’t been able to since her breathing became so laborious.
She dove right under the covers at the foot of the bed. Rose hasn’t slept against my feet since the V catastrophe. She did once more.
She dove right under the covers at the foot of the bed. Rose hasn’t slept against my feet since the V catastrophe. She did once more.
October 7, 2025 at 12:41 AM
I carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed, where she used to sleep by my side every night yet hasn’t been able to since her breathing became so laborious.
She dove right under the covers at the foot of the bed. Rose hasn’t slept against my feet since the V catastrophe. She did once more.
She dove right under the covers at the foot of the bed. Rose hasn’t slept against my feet since the V catastrophe. She did once more.
These trips were a direct beeline to the elevator bay, previously her mortal enemy. Both times we just sat there awhile, breathing.
One morning she wanted physical affection to the point that she allowed me to pick her up without protest, typically a taboo move.
One morning she wanted physical affection to the point that she allowed me to pick her up without protest, typically a taboo move.
October 7, 2025 at 12:41 AM
These trips were a direct beeline to the elevator bay, previously her mortal enemy. Both times we just sat there awhile, breathing.
One morning she wanted physical affection to the point that she allowed me to pick her up without protest, typically a taboo move.
One morning she wanted physical affection to the point that she allowed me to pick her up without protest, typically a taboo move.