#Cat pause

[rosemariecawkwell]

TBR Pile: Queering Fat Embodiment, edited by Cat Pause, Jackie Wykes and Samantha Murray

172 pages, PaperbackFirst published January 1, 2014This editionFormat: 172 pages, PaperbackPublished: June 30, 2020 by RoutledgeISBN: 9780367600778 (ISBN10: 0367600773)Language: English Blurb Cultural anxieties about fatness and the attendant stigmatisation of fat bodies, have lent a medical authority and cultural legitimacy to what can be described as ‘fat-phobia’. Against the backdrop of the…

[funtergeist]

that fucking triangle that i hate

[kateyopalescent]

Girl help, the demon on my shoulder has a crush on me

[cobaltfluff]

suuuuper late pocky day akeshus ;w;

[parachutingkitten]

I know "I'm not bad anymore" is an instant classic, but I'll tell you, "meow" has got to be the highlight of the whole episode for me. I love it when Brennan uses "and you see" to set up a single word of dialogue.

[alt-ernativewonderland]

Niko and Edwin talking about the Cat King

[fannyyann]

https://x.com/xhischier/status/1806232194563649716?s=46&t=E7sk_G9hO2mILI3XElAQFg

“It’s the cup girl 💅🏻” like okay princess

oh god he's sooo!!!!!

[wordsinhaled]

payneland neighbors AU

(a.k.a. one of my million WIPs that may actually be seeing the light of day)

edwin is an Alive Boy, who has had a near-death experience being bullied while he was at school, so he can now see ghosts.

charles is a Dead Boy, who is starting a detective agency out of his new flat, which happens to be next door to edwin's.

edwin does not realize charles is a ghost at first.

they are mutually down bad and trying hard (and failing) to be normal about it.

pining and shenanigans ensue.

should be able to get this posted to Ao3 sometime later today as chapter 1/? of who knows how many because apparently payneland has made me that person with multiple multichapter WIPs, lmao ~*~*~

Edwin does not think about his new neighbor across the hall.

(Said new neighbor's name, it will turn out, is Charles.

And Edwin most certainly does not fixate on the compelling glint of Charles' single earring in the sun, or the curve of his smile so easily offered.)

The story of it is this: Edwin had held the door to their building for him one fine spring day. Simple politeness, and moreover basic human decency, both dictated this was the proper thing to do for someone carrying such an absurd quantity of unwieldy parcels.

He had not expected the stranger to look so taken aback.

(He had an honest-to-goodness crystal ball propped precariously atop a stack of antique-looking books; and those teetered on top of several cardboard boxes near buckling under the weight of whatever they held within. A cricket bat protruded from the pin-encrusted rucksack slung over his shoulder. People did insist on having such incongruous pastimes, Edwin thought; and, apparently, atrocious packing habits to go along with them.

But the titles of the volumes Edwin managed to glimpse were as intriguing as the crystal ball was misguided—and he'd found himself rather helplessly curious.

"Cheers, mate!" the person he will soon know to be Charles had said, sounding obscenely grateful as he manouevred his way inside, and had flashed Edwin a grin so radiant and wide it hurt Edwin's cheeks in sympathy just to look at it.

Still, Edwin tried to think no more on him; nor on how surprised he'd appeared to be at Edwin's tiny show of kindness—at Edwin's perceiving him at all, even. Tried being the operative word.)

He'd been aware Jenny was letting the rooms across the hall, because she asked him several weeks ago if he might know any potential tenants. Edwin had informed her he did not. His last neighbor had listened to ungraciously-loud electropop at all hours of the night and harbored a seemingly endless stream of stray cats despite Jenny's very clear policy against animals.

Edwin would far prefer the space to stay blessedly vacant and blissfully quiet for as long a stretch as possible. He deserved some sort of a reprieve, he'd thought.

it seems he is not about to get one.

Edwin is reading when he hears a muffled string of colorful swearing, the lugging of things, the scraping of furniture across hardwood floors. While he may be able to studiously avoid thinking about the beautiful boy he'd met downstairs, Edwin cannot escape the inevitable and inconvenient fact that they will now be living in proximity. The telltale commotion that can only be made by someone moving in comes right to his proverbial stoop.

Who else could it be but him?

Edwin sighs. The only thing for it, he supposes, is to go over and introduce himself.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy very belated birthday.. I hope you had much time celebrating by digging for tubers : )

I'M DIGGING FOR TUBERS! AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!

[the-gay-prometheus]

Sometimes I wonder if, when I reblog something and mention Catra in the tags, OP reads those tags and thinks "like Catra the character? I mean I guess? Weird headcanons but ok?"

When in reality I'm talking about this creature

My bug-eyed inbred monstrosity that is vaguely cat-shaped. Named Catra.

[l3irdl3rain]

me rising from my grave after being sick all day bc I just heard a new Dragon Age trailer dropped

[blood-orange-juice]

*looks at another discussion about Childe and ethics*

The problem with this guy is that he has no bottom line. His ethics is preferences and suggestions, not a line he won't cross.

He puts an impressive amount of effort into doing the right thing but once he realises his goal can't be achieved with ethical means he expresses his deep regret about the fact and pushes further. With all other means in his disposal, some rather unsavory.

Some would say "children" but no, Liyue has plenty of children, he had no guarantee Morax would save everyone quickly enough.

This is a pretty interesting dynamic, morally grey guys are usually the opposite: they don't care much about ideals or have questionable ideals but there are moments when they stop and say "I won't do this". This one doesn't stop.

And I think a lot of people who demonise him pick up on this trait, even if they don't put it into words.

This also makes his family even more important. If there's anything that can stop this guy it's them.

(I'm also curious about him always keeping his word. his loyalty is to people, not principles, but keeping promises is a bit of both. so maybe he has exactly one principle and that's his bottom line

but then guys in all the previous iterations of his samsara seemed to break their word in one way or another)

Ironically, this is also why he is so idealistic. It's easy when in a critical situation you can just decide "well, I'm evil anyway" and push the pesky ideal aside.

(it's not bigotry, he still genuinely believes in everything, he just goes the "oh well, it's an ideal I couldn't uphold because I'm a bad person" route instead of "maybe something is wrong with the ideal")

[fidjiefidjie]

🙀 Humour du jour 😹Pause 😼 déjeuner

Source :PlanetsFun

Bel après-midi 👋

[slimeandsadness]

'What this show was about was legitimising the power of light entertainment…Look at this happy audience, look at the memories. Is this not enough? Yes'

I love this perspective so much because, ultimately, that's what this is all about, right? There are plenty of light entertainment things that are given far more weight and importance by the powers that be, but - even through their radio 1 presenters era - Dan and Phil have always existed outside of that official sanction. And yet it's good and it matters!

With this and the no cringe of it all, it's easy to see how Dan and Phil have kept their audience for all these years. They understand that maybe what they do is kind of silly, but that silliness is itself extremely important. Even when they're doing more serious projects, like YWGTTN or WAD, they keep this in mind and, although we all joke around about it, they never belittle their audience for basking in the silliness of it all. I'm just really grateful that they keep showing how much they Get It and how much they want to keep being silly with us all.

[supurrb]

the worm is at rest

[cajunfoxnight]

Sleepless Nights