Fanart is from _.tscharly22
This cat is so, so friendly and stoked to be there, though! Look at all the leaning and rubbing on people and things, the upright question mark tail; this is a very cuddly cat who wants attention, lmao. 💜
it's the cat's stage now
This my bebe. Bebe is bigger than me. Strong bebe
ok friends i wanted to confirm this story’s accuracy before reblogging so i googled it and yes it’s TRUE
AND ALSO the mom cat raised the lynx baby ALONGSIDE HER KITTEN so we have all these cute pictures of the lynx cub with the kitten please look at them
^^^ FAMILY PORTRAIT
Stop that’s fucking adorable
“This is my family! Is little… And broken… But still good. Yeah, still good.”
“Never speak to me or my giant daughter who can tear your face off again.”
the reason so many characters who "use humor to mask the pain" or "are assholes with hearts that care DEEP down" are mischaracterized in fan content is because fans would like to explore the more vulnerable side implied but not shown all the time in the source, but in doing so forget the outer layer the character actually acts like most of the time, which then echoes as fans begin to immerse themselves in fan content exclusively without going back to the source for a long time. that is to say that you cant separate the outside self a character presents to others from their inner self and insecurities they are and have inside - they may have issues, but theyre still funny and/or an asshole
a lot of people have added on to this post "oh but its equally annoying when somebody ignores the inner depths and focuses on the outer shell" well sure but i wasnt talking about that. stay on topic. 5 points off your next test
aspenii asked:
List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you to get to know your mutuals and followers.
The easiest one that comes to mind are my cats. Every day they do something to make me smile or laugh at them. They’re my fuzzy babies who will never understand why it hurts when they knead their little claws into me and I will always love them for that.
The second that easily comes to mind is writing, or more broadly, my imagination. If I could get paid to spend all day just tweaking my silly ideas and turning them each into full books I’d actually spend every day doing what I love rather than having to scramble to get anything done and always feeling over worked and tired when I can finally put an idea down.
The third has been my first love, it’s just slowly had to slip down and take a back seat to my two passions, and that of course is the hand in hand of writing, reading. To sink down into my consciousness and let the words blur into my imagination running wild, each new description shifting the story as I see and feel and love with the writer.
The last two are harder to come to mind because those three take up the majority of my every day life. What could I say that doesn’t sound shallow or something everybody probably loves? Getting paid, only to spend the next seven days until that golden goose day again? Sugar, a vice I refuse to give up because of dopamine from my brain? I’ve decided to condense it down and call it living. I enjoy getting up every day and making even a tiniest of fraction on my homework and going on to work and having a new laugh with my co-workers and then coming home to try and squeeze in any of the above three while doing it all again the next day. I enjoy my routine, the repetitiveness of it all because it’s familiar and comforting and I love the little changes that happen each day but that I know what motions to go through so I can spend more time daydreaming.
The last is music. I love to sing at the top of my lungs no matter how off key it is, I love the way a song makes me feel, I love the stories in the songs. It took me longest to think of this because I indulge in this love the least, only on the car ride to and from work really, otherwise it’s just background noise in my life that I wish I could drag up to the front more.
Chapter 19: THE GODS VOTE HOW TO KILL US
“Very appropriate, didn’t the Greeks invent democracy?” Magnus snorted.
“I hope they at least throw in some variety,” Alex said. “Nobody ever talks about death by studying, death by laughter, death by meteorite hurtling down and hitting just one person.”
“Now I’m over here wondering which god should I want to be least creative in the killings,” Percy muttered.
“They clearly vote about as well as they react to news,” Jason said, the saltiness in his voice surprising them. As fidgety as he’d been about Zeus in particular, it seemed strange he seemed so harsh on apparently fixing to get a good glimpse into them doing, well, anything of potential value.
Not that Percy considered his coming death, again, a potential value, but it was a heck of a lot more than sitting on his throne like the last time he’d been in Zeus’s chamber.
Unless it wasn’t Zeus at all, but that seemed like a slim chance. Clearly they were off to this acclaimed Winter Solstice Artemis was going to be so vital for.
He hoped she didn’t vote to kill them after he’d just saved her life, she’d never called him a brave man then!
Flying was bad enough for a son of Poseidon, but flying straight up to Zeus’s palace, with thunder and lightning swirling around it, was even worse.
“It’s like playing ding-dong-ditch and being surprised when he blasts you out of the sky,” Alex agreed.
“Thankfully didn’t happen,” Percy said, looking a little pale as he closely inspected his arms to make sure of that one.
cool new tumblr trend : “goodposting”
its when you share fun interesting things in a calm and friendly way
goodposting example: hey guys, just fucked a bug
no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
whats that defunct land quote again? every part of the film making process is awful, but not making film is even worse? idk something like that. anywah im being completely normal about art rn ::))
found it
I fucking hate languages.
The Greeks had this word, right, we have no idea where it came from, it just kinda popped up out of nowhere, and it could mean either apples, cheeks, or boobs. Problem is it looked and sounded *exactly* like another, unrelated word which could mean sheep, goat, or any animal in general really, which must have got confusing if you were a farmer talking about your livestock, but anyway…
Then the Romans, having stolen practically everything else from the Greeks, thought they’d nick this word too, because Latin isn’t confusing enough without throwing in a bunch of loan words. And they adopted it to mean a pumpkin.
Then the English came along and were all like “when in Rome”, and stole it, where it became our word ‘melon’. Which has now come back to mean boobs.
How do you like them apples.
I fucking love languages.
Calling boobs ‘melons’ literally transcends culture, time, and language.
official boob post
Can They Cook? PJO!
Annabeth: Yes when she follows instructions, but generally she gets too distracted for the food to turn out well
Percy: Knows recipes, doesnt know measurements. The amount of salt is "Just right" and the amount of time is "a little bit". Great cook and baker.
Grover: Yes, his best dish is vegetarian tofu tacos
Jason: Eventually he becomes a good cook, but his dishes are very tailored to the taste of his housemates (yes this is background jasico i always have background jasico), so anyone else eating his food has to hope Nico's taste is good (it isnt)
Nico: No. Doesnt try. He'll put string cheese on a ritz cracker and call it charcuterie. Once Jason handed him a pan and he said "This won't be an effective weapon"
Piper: Cheetos and soda are vegetarian, and totally counts as a meal
Leo: Has a taco-off with Grover, and wins, because he uses real meat
Hazel: Can cook, won't. Sometimes will use weird flavor combinations from her childhood that sound terrible on paper but taste great. But again, won't cook
Frank: Can't cook, will. Never taught by his family because Chinese sons are babied like that plus grew up as a rich kid. But give him a pot and some ingredients and he will happily make you something thats mostly edible
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