#Granny cat
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Sasuke may not show a shred of respect for his teachers but he'll be DAMNED if he's going to be rude to Nekobaa and I love that for him sm.
I need more of her. I forget she exists periodically but it's always a surge of joy when I do.
She's grumpy and she loves both her grandkids your honor <3
#Sasuke#Itachi#Uchiha#Nekobaa#Granny cat#Naruto#That's the face of a woman who once watched Sasuke play warrior cats and now has to play along with his I'm Tough Shit act#Kakashi bringing team 7 to do a mission and watching her get all the respect in the world from their resident edgelord: 🤨#Itachi running into her after the massacre and going to dismiss her as part of his act only to fail bc she gives him the evil eye right bac
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turbo granny
#dandadan#dan da dan#turbo granny#art#fanart#digital art#b3d#blender#3d art#blender3d#3d model#blender 3d#lowpoly#anime#cat
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This brought to you by one of my friends having an epiphany about turbo granny ripping a fat bong
#she doesn't know how to hit it 😔#dandadan#dandadan fanart#turbo granny#turbo granny cat#momo#momo ayase#okarun#ken takakura#seiko ayase#granny seiko#anime#manga#art#lineless art#artists on tumblr#comic#notsoplusultrart
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The cat from Dandadan or something, I still can't come up with titles
#dandadan#momo ayase#okarun#ken takakura#turbo granny#pixelart#anime#pixel art#sci fi and fantasy#fanart#ドット絵#breakdancing cat meme
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I came out to my dad as bisexual at 14 and I was PANICKED because I had a crush on a guy in my Boy Scout troop and thought I was Going To Hell Forever and he was so kind and understanding of my distress, but he had NO idea what bisexuality was. He just said “yeah but you like girls too? This is normal. Everyone is like this.” And I love my dad and trust him with my life to this day and the idea that the concept of bisexuality had not occurred to him had not occurred to me so I put it off.
By 16 though I had a crush on like THREE boys. Three entire boys in my Boy Scout troop. I felt like my sin was slowly advancing, until like an untreated cancer it had become metastatic. I remember bawling my L’il limp-wristed sissy eyes out in his big rumbly truck on the way home from a scout meeting and him telling me that it was OK, that he still loved me if I was gay, but that he knew I wasn’t gay because I still had crushes on women and that meant I was straight. I didn’t quite know how to explain that those felt *~*different*~* and that I felt like I was losing a fight to evil inside me but I again felt comforted by his reassurances and his genuine fatherly love.
At 18 I was like “hey I’m realizing all my friends are going on missions. I don’t wanna do that. Idk how to say that and I don’t have a ‘good enough’ reason to not wanna go.” So I just put it off. Again, my parents were extremely supportive of the information I gave them (I blamed it on perpetually forgetting to start the paperwork.) and one day my mom texted me that she had done the paperwork for me! And that all I needed was to get a physical! So I did that (it was awkward af tbh, my hernia check was done by a trainee doctor and she spent like 3 minutes fishing around my inguinal canals before her attending rescued me) and was sent to Mexico City where I learned that in addition to dipshit himbos with strong hands and scruffy guys with artistic hearts I was REALLY into chubby Latin men with strong personalities who bullied me a little when I lived in Mexico.
I remember my first companion got annoyed with me during an argument and said we were just gonna wrestle and whoever won the wrestling match won the argument (I stg I am dead serious this happened.) I was like…SWEATING when he tore off his tie and threw his white button-down shirt onto the ground (I won btw, don’t ask me how).
I remember one of my companions with this really intense, almost manic energy telling me that he was gonna make sure I was safe in a new area I didn’t know very well. He cooked breakfast for me and we’d go shopping together on P-Days and in the mornings before breakfast he’d jog around and do pull-ups with his shirt off and I’d do anything but look at him because my face would break out in a sweat so intense he’d think I was crying and come over to see if I was OK and somehow make it worse. He let me play D&D with myself in the evenings even though it was against mission rules because he knew how lonely and stressed I was.
I remember one of my companions was a big chubby man with a loud voice and a great sense of humor. He was kind and direct when addressing conflicts with me, and always bragged about how he knew the secrets of women’s minds and it felt like he really did since it almost always boiled down to “Treat Them Like People and Love Them a Lot. Don’t Stop Being A Person For Them. Also Eat Them Out Sloppy Style.” Our P-Day activities sometimes felt like dates, and it seemed like he was more attentive to my emotional state than I was since he was always the first to suggest we slow down our Divinely Mandated, God-Ordained, Super Sacred Work and Wonder to get a snack or check out a Pawn Shop (I love Pawn Shops).
I remember another companion who asked me to bully him every time he did something against his goal of losing weight. It was like he gave me Carte Blanche to take out my crush on him by being a nuisance and I LOVED that. I remember having a breakdown one day after we’d spent the afternoon frantically cleaning our disgusting-barely-habitable mission house to make it look less vile that it was (not our fault imo?) and I started bawling and he pulled me into a hug and he smelled good and he told me he knew it wasn’t just the house and that I was mad at him for being a Huge Dickhead for about a week (true) and that he would work on it. (He’s also a huge chaser but that’s a separate thing.)
I remember one of my companions waking up early (and our schedule is already built for sleep deprivation) to make me a “birthday cake” from knock-off Nutella and bread. He used matches for candles and woke me up, lit the ‘candles,’ pulled them out, then smashed it in my face and took a bunch of pictures while I was still madrugada and disoriented as fuck. He had the same sense of humor as one of my HS crushes and I could push his buttons pretty easily which was so fun.
I came home from my mission and started back at BYU where I became actively and aggressively suicidal. I had a stalker the year I moved up there and my dad’s solution to that was to get me a gun. I know he wouldn’t have bought me a gun if he could have read my mind, but I had a loaded pistol under my bed during a trifecta faith/sexuality/gender crisis and that was not helpful. I remember that the day I decided to kill myself I figured I’d call the BYU CAPS and see if I could get into therapy because it felt like what I was “supposed to do” so I could check my suicide boxes. My therapist was the guy who’d helped me pick a major the year before and was this drop-dead gorgeous Hawaiian man who cried when I told him how I’d been feeling.
A few weeks into therapy I met another stunning man with soft eyes and a scruffy illegal-at-BYU beard he kept pushing his luck with. He was funny, kind, patient, married, and wouldn’t give me the time of day if he knew I was crushing on him. We were in my history of psych class, which was inarguably the worst psych class I have ever had, and we studied together for every assignment and test and I realized that my feelings for him and for all the men I’d already mentioned were in direct conflict with my faith and relationship with God. My already agonizing spiritual conflict became even more wretched and as a result of this plus some other tightly-packed experiences with Mormonisms bullshit, I left the church.
After leaving the church I decided to move back to AZ and transfer to ASU. My mom helped me get a dog since I think it had started to dawn on my family that my mental health was barely getting me through the day, and she knew that we both loved dogs. Madi made my last year at BYU livable while I got my shit together and transferred. In that last year, I went on a date with quite possibly the only semi-openly-out trans person on BYU campus. It was not a great date imo, I was not doing well, but the person I spoke with was fun and fascinating and talked to me about Gender Dysphoria and it really cemented my need to go. To leave and never come back to that fucking school.
I started at ASU a month after my last semester at BYU and within a very short time frame it felt like I was coming back together, like a puzzle magically putting itself together in an environment that wasn’t slowly draining that puzzle’s will to live.
On the 4th of July, the year I started at ASU, I saw a transition timeline photo of a gorgeous happy beautiful happy radiant happy woman and her former Mormon missionary self and I realized the light that was on in her eyes was the light that was off in mine. I looked into transitioning for 3 days, sleeping about 10 hours total during that time. I started talking to other trans people on Reddit (one of whom is now my beautiful fiancée @cintailed) and after about a month of making preparations to be disowned and kicked out, something I was not sure would happen but was ready to go through to Turn On The Lights, I came out to my family and it was amazing. I started HRT a month after that. I secretly dated some dorky guys for about a year while I applied to grad schools. I got into a great grad school for me and my needs. I got FFS. I did my trainings and classes. Me and my fiancée moved in together after some LDR shenanigans. We’ve lived together now for 4 years of basically marital bliss. We have a cat named Grandmother Esmeralda Weatherwax who bites the hell out of my feet about three times a day. My bi-cycle continues to be part of my life but now it’s not as scary. Baby gays in my life have started to look to me for advice. Idk how this all happened so fast. When the years, months, weeks, days, and hours seems to crawl by so slowly now they are rushing past me so fast it’s almost bewildering. Whereas before I felt like I was living on borrowed time, past my ‘expiration date,’ now it feels like I can Fucking Breathe. I’m training myself to slow down now and it feels worth it to Live In The Moment.
Idk why I wrote this. Idk why these thoughts only seem to come up on Sundays when I’m supposed to be writing my dissertation. Idk why I’m crying rn or why I feel so happy. I’m gonna post this shit then get on with my dissertation I guess. Read more Terry Pratchett and give yourselves the time you need. Get a pet. Talk to someone. Re-examine the events that brought you here. Be gayer. Love y’all 💕
#tgirl swag#worm#mormon#lds church#church of jesus christ of latter day saints#boy scouts#Mormon mission#Mormon missionary#elder#the book of mormon#bisexual#transgender#trans stuff#trans pride#lgbt pride#bi pride#mental health#BYU#pets#my cat#cat#dumb cat#granny weatherwax#terry pratchett
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Bro I have been STRUGGLING to draw for a while. Mostly from dealing with classes and such... But Dandadan has come to my rescue! This show is so fricking good y'all! Still working on catching up with the manga. Anyway here's some art!
#dandadan#dandadan fanart#dan da dan#momo ayase#okarun#okarun x momo#momo x okarun#ayase momo#ken takakura#turbo granny#turbo granny cat#anime art#anime fanart
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It's DanDaDan, but kitties! So it's NyaNaNya~ 🐾🐾🐾
#cats#kawaii#wolfbeestudio#cute#cat#chibi art#chibi#dandadan#momokarun#turbo granny#ken takakura#okarun#dan da dan#ayase momo#momo ayase#takakura ken#ghosts#uma#ufo#cat au#dan da dan anime#dandadan anime#nyayase momo#okamew#creepy nuts#dandadanedit#transformed okarun#dandadan fanart
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turbo blaze
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Love your dandadan fanart!!! Momo and okarun are so cute in your style please never stop drawing them. I'd like to know if you have any other ships in dandadan? (thoughts on grandma yuri lol)
Thank you so so much!!💕💕 I won't stop drawing them anytime soon. And I'm very passionate about grandma yuri!! They care deeply for each other, I bet Turbo Granny misses her as much as Seiko does. Other than that I like Momo x Aira, Momo x Vamola, Aira x Rin, Aira x Kouki, Jiji x Zuma, Okarun x Jiji and Queen sensei x me ♥️
#toy cats don't blush but that won't stop me from including it#i love shipping characters as you can see but momorakun is just chef kiss#actually i think everyone loves momo and she deserves it#dandadan#seiko ayase#turbo granny#do they have a ship name??#grandma yuri#seriously Queen sensei marry me
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#gif#anime#2k24#dandadan#turbo granny#cat#cats#90s anime#sailor moon#90s aesthetic#90s#lofi#dance#dan da dan#ending#ダンダダン#セーラームーン#美少女戦士セーラームーン
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Okarun just being happy to be wherever Momo is and Momo wondering why Aria is always tagging along.😆
I’ll need to draw a version with Jiji in it next
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Turbo granny
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I am sq.uinking. It is like. Thinking. But smaller.
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SHE IS SUCH A SLAYYY
#miraculous spoilers#mlb spoilers#granny bunnix I am In love#miraculous ladybug#ml#miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir#miraculous world london#miraculous world London spoilers#ml special spoilers
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I'm re-reading Pratchett's Wyrd Sisters for book club, and there should really be a truly epic saga about The Friendship Of Gytha and Esme, Young Witches Who Absolutely Shouldn't Get Along But Do, Shockingly (Even If Sometimes There are Minor Natural Disasters Because There Has Been A Row)
#the scene where they get into a snarly fight because the country is poisoning them against each other?#and then the scene where granny is SO pissed off that magrat and nanny have to wrestle her down#and as the trees start to shake and the wind picks up - nanny slaps her.#that is friendship.#I would love to read about how it started.#how esme (thinner than a hat rack and easily offended as a cat; charging after every scrap of knowledge she can find)#met gytha (curvy as a road through the ramtops and biddable - as long as you suggested what she wanted to do anyway)#and they ended up getting along - more than getting along. being....friends?#even when gytha was more mother than maiden and esme was mumblemumble#they were friends.#discworld
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