Cat Update!
Cat update!
Cat update. Last year around this time I was coming home late. It's was almost pitch black out and as I opened my front door I heard a loud screaming cry of a kitten. So I shut my front door and went to the end of my porch to see what I could find. What I found was a tiny shape running down the sidewalk screaming at fhe top of their lungs. They ran straight to me and climbed my dress. After I picked them off my dress I saw in my hands this tiny orange and white baby. I took him in the house and he quickly became family. Now my Emilia has her big little brother Orion. Still my loves, even when he is being a goblin.
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he's fighting a beautiful buff lady. her shirt gets ripped and she's left in her slutty little tank top. "come on," you think. "why is the woman always wearing sexier things than her male counterparts." but fear not. now HE takes off his shirt and he's left in HIS slutty little tank top. equality. and then they kiss
A lot of writing advice says ‘throw the reader into the action’ and I respect where that’s coming from, but personally I kind of love an elaborate and unnecessary-to-the-plot framing device.
The credits before the grainy movie or long, dramatic anime opening; an endlessly looping videogame title screen; some hype man at the beginning of a renaissance play purely there to let the crowd know shit’s about to get real.
The following pages are transcribed from papers found in a cave thought unreachable by humans, and written in an ink whose chemical composition could not be determined. Something howls in the forest and the stranger at your campfire looks up from under the brim of their hat and strums their guitar to begin the Ballad of Howlin’ Joe. Reader, the tale you are about to read is entirely made up and every character fictitious, but each and every word of it is true.
Once upon a time! It was a dark and stormy night! Atmosphere IS story and you don’t have to cut out every moment of it to serve constant forward action. Give me a trope with absolute sincerity that sets a MOOD and gets me in the zone. I have a huge reverent soft spot for an opening that feels like beginning the ancient and intrinsically familiar ritual of storytelling, a ritual that spans the world and predates written text, endlessly iterating and evolving. Are you sitting comfortably? Let’s begin.
Since today is apparently Caturday here are. Two of my favorite pics of my sweet special girl Emilia.
We got her a year and a half ago when she was a little baby kitty lost in one of the worst freezes my state has seen in a few years. My husband's neices took her in to save her and looked for a home for her. We took her in and she has been a perfectly spoiled girl ever since.
Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water
it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Terrorist State of Israel STARVES, TARGETS and SLAUGHTERS CHILDREN in Gaza
There is something so fantastic about the Fates being represented by three non gender conforming people while the Furies are portrayed as three butch lesbians....
Kaos
The Humans, The Fates, The Furies and Prometheus
sexy US babes we are all voting blue this november right? we’re all gonna vote. we’re gonna, right?? right????? tell me we’re all gonna vote blue so that i can sleep at night. tell me you’re gonna vote blue so that we can all continue to sleep at night and continue like, idk, living life.
