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[marlocandeea]

BUT WAIT

the uncrowned pope of the Vatican yall

[shifterglitter]

My Waiting Rooms

The Hord

My first waiting room was inspired by the labyrinth, my love for friendly monsters and my need to live inside of a tree like a pixie.

The reason why I named this "The Hord" is because underneath the roots of my tree house is an elaborate cave system that I can access from my library. In those caves lives a Dragon that hordes all of my memories for current, past, and future lives. That dragon is a reflection of my Higher Self should I need any advice.

Around my tree house is a Labyrinth with serval moon doors, these are magical portals that can take me to any DR that I wish at any time.

Several agreeable monsters also call this waiting room their home and have designated territories.

I do have a non human mental health professional here that fits all my needs.

A few of my favorite parental figure characters of other medias also live here for any needed advice. Like Iroh and Genkai for example.

It has a different biome and mode of travel in each cardinal direction that leads to a different Waiting Room. This is the center of all my experiences and should I die in any of my other realities unexpectedly I would immediately shift here.

To the East there is a horse drawn carriage that goes though grasslands that will take you to Barbie's Mansion. To the south, between two forested mountains, there is a train that will bring you to the Dreamweaver station right outside Haven Village. To the West there is a bioluminescent beach with a yacht that will sail you to a Vacation Resort Island. To the North is a garage with a convertible Jeep prepared for your camping trip into the desert. Should you go far enough you will find yourself stopping at a gas station with strange burritos.

One day I'll post a map of everything.

Barbie's Creepy Dream House

Have any of you been to a Meow Wolf location yet? I have. I am obsessed with this string of immersive art experiences in the American south. I also have a wooden barbie doll house that my uncle made me when I was 8 that I am upcycling into a creepy display piece. This was the inspiration for my second waiting room.

In the fields, meadows, and marsh lands that surround the house I can find apparitions of ancestors and other loving entities on my spiritual team should I wish to speak with them directly.

Because I haven't finished the art project I have not solidified this WR, but I'll get to it in a few years.

The Haven

This inspired by the meditation series by The Honest Guys called Haven and Dreamweaver.

Important people (my core chosen family) in each of the realities I end up in will also be here with our collective memories together. This could be from one life as friends; or multiple, like my siblings. The souls here that have lived multiple lives with me can change their body to appear like any of their DR forms at will.

The soul of my "Kiss Me Again" lover lives here as my spouse in my English cottage with a thatched roof.

I often collaborate with my siblings and lover about who they want to be in my next DR, and who they want me to pull here for them to live an eternity with.

All of my past, present, and future pets live here.

Wii Sport Resort

I use to fucking love the Wii Sports games. SO yeah, I am going to play it forever. With tons of Mountain Dew.

And why not on an island with all my friends from every DR.

My OR biological family will also live here, but they will all be idealized healed versions of themselves.

This will have ALL Wii Sports games among other fun vacation activities, and PC Lounges were we can all play video games too.

Desert Skies

Inspired by a after death fictional audio drama podcast called Desert Skies.

I'm still working on the other details, but this will be a solo adventure of self discovery and processing the loss of each lived life.

*these are all waiting rooms because: they have no plot, are unaffected by time, every living thing is immortal, there are no bugs I dislike, no one ever gets dirty, or experiences any sort of discomfort/harm, we all always smell good, what every your want will appear upon your will of thinking it, you don't need to eat sleep or drink water if you don't want to, there are no ill effects to drugs, you can't get sick, and all of everyone's needs are provided for. There is no suffering of any kind.*

[digeethegenie]

Coffee, Biscuits, Coffee Biscuits.

Day 23 - On Cloud Nine Shadowbringers (5.3) - Reflections in Crystal Shadowbringers Raid Series - Where I Belong

Soft Ryne and Gaia shinanigins.

With The Empty restored, and life on its way to flurishing on the once light-blighted star, Ryne and Gaia finally have a moment to just be a couple of teenagers and enjoy some Coffee, Biscuits and, well, Coffee Biscuits.

In the weeks that followed both the confirmed felling of the last cardinal virtue and the empty's restoration to habitable land, a change had begun to take place in the general populace. One such instance of this was the fact that the children of land had begun to socialise, and dream of lives beyond the desperate struggle against an inevitaible and painfull death that had marked the last centry of the star's history.

This also meant that businesses were adapting to the demands of youth culture. This included The Leaky Keel making the most of the daylight hours to serve more youth aproperate drinks and meals.

Two such youths were Ryne Waters and Gaia who were taking a break from their respective duties, both in studying and in perparing for the festival that had been in the plans even before restoration of the Empty was finished.

Gaia, for her part, took the cup of coffee to her nose and allowed the arouma of the drink- made from beans imported from Eulmore- to take her out of the moment.

Partly because that moment was spent by Ryne sighing very loudly.

Dragged back to reality by the haggared sigh, Gaia could only look in sympathy for the Oracle of Light.

"Long night of it?"

Ryne leaned back on her chair. "Oh, like you wouldn't believe! Sometimes it feels like herding torama cats with the other committie members. Especilally that Seifer jerk!"

Gaia hummed, wanting to know more.

In an impressive bit of agrovated manouvering, Ryne took a coffee biscuit and took an impressively large bite out of it.

"I don't-" she stopped to swallow the current infused biscuit, "I don't care that his father is a big shot in Eulmore. If he speaks out of line or gets his flunkies to back him up one more time, I'm going to take that beanie of his and pull it right down his face!"

The name was fimilar to Gaia but for the life of her she couldn't put a face to it. There was a lot about her past life in Eulmore that she couldn't remember thanks to Mitron's influnace. It had been quite the sorce of frustration.

But that was then and this was now. And she was enjoying the now where Ryne was just venting her frustrations. It was cute. Sort of like, aproperatly enough, a torama kitten that was meowing out of frustration for reasons beyond the ken of man.

That wasn't to say it was all her taking in Ryne's woes in organisation.

"But enough about my rotten luck. Hows things going with Lyna?"

Gaia looked at bit put out. In order to make herself useful, she had joined The Crysterium's guard. She hadn't ment to out herself as anyone special, given how that went the last time, and given the fact that monster- and, more pressingly, sin eater- attacks were starting to dwindle. But no, a big old monster rolled up, nearly flattened Lance-Corperal Lyna who was only spared her fate via vigerous application of Gaia's hammer to the monster's forehead.

That made it twice that thing had embarassed her.

So now Lyna had taken her under her wing to train.

And she was not a soft hand.

"I genuinly don't know how the Exarch raised that woman but I have questions about his partenting style" she scoffed angerly. "She's a complete battle axe!"

Ryne tilted her head. "I thought she was trained in dancing artes."

"I- sch!" Gaia splutered, caught off guard before she shook her head. "You know what I mean!"

A smile crossed Ryne's face. As embarassed as she was, Gaia knew that the Oracle of Light found it adorable when she got flustered so that sort of teasing comedy act had become a frequent thing.

Not that she mind.

Oh no, far from it.

The two took a sip of their cofee and felt the heat warm them up. There would be trails, tribulations, and probably some reality shattering disaster being stopped by three foot of drawf that they would have so get themselves involved with in the future but, for now, the two oracles of The First were simply on cloud nine.

[x-ceirios-x]

City of Lost Souls, Chapter 11: Ascribe All Sin 

please see the masterlist for notes about this series/collection of works

Magnus said that no electricity could be used during the summoning of Azazel, so the loft apartment was lit only by candlelight. The candles burned in a circle in the center of the room, all different heights and brightness, though they shared a similar blue-white flame.  

Inside the circle, a pentagram had been drawn by Magnus, using a small tree branch that had burned the pattern of overlapping triangles into the floor. In between the spaces formed by the pentagram were symbols unlike anything Simon had ever seen before: not quite letters and not quite runes, they gave off a chilly sense of menace despite the heat of the candle flames. 

It was dark outside the windows now, the sort of dark that came with the early sunsets of approaching winter. Rowan, Alec, Simon, and finally, Magnus—who was chanting aloud from Forbidden Rites—each stood at one cardinal point around the circle. Magnus’s voice rose and fell, the Latin words like a prayer, but one that was inverted and sinister.

The flames rose higher and the symbols carved into the floor began to burn black. Chairman Meow,  who had been watching from a corner of the room, hissed and fled into the shadows. The blue-white flames rose, and now Simon could hardly see Magnus through them. The room was getting hotter, the warlock chanting faster, his black hair curling in the humid heat, sweat gleaming on his cheekbones. “Quod tumeraris: per Jehovah, Gehennam, et consecratam aquam quam nunc spargo, signumque crucis quod nunc facio, et per vote nostra, ispe nunc surgat nobis dicatus Azazel!”

There was a burst of fire from the center of the pentagram, and a thick black wave of smoke rose, dissipating slowly through the room, making everyone but Simon cough and choke. It swirled like a whirlpool, coalescing slowly in the center of the pentagram into the figure of a man. 

Simon blinked. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it wasn’t this. A tall man with auburn hair, neither young nor old—an ageless face, inhuman and cold. Broad-shouldered, dressed in a well-cut black suit and shining black shoes. Around each wrist was a dark red groove, the markers of some sort of binding, rope or metal, that had cut into the skin over many years. In his eyes were leaping red flames. 

He spoke. “Who summons Azazel?” His voice was like metal grinding on metal. Next to him on the pentagram, Simon saw Rowan grit their teeth and flinched. 

“I do,” Magnus firmly shut the book he was holding. “Magnus Bane.”

Azazel craned his head slowly toward Magnus.is head seemed to swivel unnaturally on his neck, like the head of a snake. “Warlock,” he said. “I know who you are.”

Magnus raised his eyebrows. “You do?”

“Summoner. Binder. Destroyer of the demon Marbas. Son of—”

“Now,” said Magnus quickly. “There’s no need to go into all that.”

“But there is.” Azazel sounded reasonable, even amused. “If it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?”

Alec was looking at Magnus with his mouth open. Simon felt for him. He didn’t think any of them had ever assumed that Magnus even knew who his father was, beyond that he had been a demon who had tricked his mother into believing he was her husband. Alec clearly knew no more about it than the rest of them, which, Simon imagined, was probably something he wasn’t too happy about.

“My father and I are not on the best of terms,” said Magnus. “I would prefer  not to involve him.”

Azazel raised his hands. “As you say, Master. You hold me within the seal. What do you demand?”

Magnus said nothing , but it was clear from the expression on Azazel’s face that the warlock was speaking to him silently, mind to mind. The flames leaped and danced in the demon’s eyes, like eager children listening to a story. “Clever Lilith,” the demon said at last. “To raise the boy from death, and secure his life by binding him to someone whom you cannot bear to kill. She was always better at manipulating human emotions than most of us—most. Perhaps because she was something close to human once.”

“Is there a way?” Magnus sounded impatient. “To break the bond between them?”

Azazel shook his head. “Not without killing them both.”

“Then, is there a way to harm Sebastian only, without hurting Jace?” It was Rowan, eager but a rage held in their eyes; Magnus shot them a quelling look. 

“Not with any weapon I might create, or have at my disposal,” said Azazel. “I can craft only weapons whose alliance is demonic. A bolt of lightning from the hand of an angel, perhaps, might burn away what evil is in Valentine’s son and either break their time or cause it to become more benevolent in nature. If I might make a suggestion…”

“Oh,” said Magnus, narrowing his cat’s eyes, “please do.”

“I can think of a simple solution that will separate the boys, keep yours alive, and neutralize the danger of the other one. And I will ask very little of you in return.”

“You are my servant,” Magnus said. “If you wish to leave this pentagram, you will do what I ask, and not demand favors in return.”

Azazel hissed, and fireccurlked from his lips. “If I am not bound here, then I am bound there. It makes little difference to me.”

“‘For this is Hell, nor am I out of it,’” said Magnus, with the air of someone quoting an old saying. 

Azazel showed a metallic smile. “You may not be proud like old Faustus, warlock, but you are impatient. I am sure my willingness to remain in this pentagram will outlast your desire to keep watch over me inside it.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Magnus said. “I’ve always been fairly bold where decorating is concerned, and having you here does add that little touch of extra something to the room.”

“Magnus,” Alec said, clearly not thrilled at the idea of an immortal demon taking up residence in his boyfriend’s loft.

“Jealous, little Shadowhunter?” Azazel grinned  at Alec. “Your warlock is not my type, and besides, I would hardly want to anger his—”

“Enough,” Magnus said. “Tell us what the ‘little’ thing you want in return for your plan is.”

Azazel temples his hands—hard, workman’s hands, the color of blood, topped with black nails. “One happy memory,” he said. “From each of you. Something to amuse me while I am bound like Prometheus to his rock.”

“A memory?” Rowan demanded. “It would vanish? We couldn't remember it anymore?”

Azazel squinted at them through the flames. “What are you, little one? A Nephilim? Yes, I would take your memory and it would become mine. You would no longer know that it had happened to you. Although, please do avoid giving me memories of demons you’ve slaughtered under the light of the moon. Not the sort of thing I enjoy. No, I want these to be…personal.” He grinned, and his teeth gleamed like iron portcullis.

“I’m old,” Magnus said. “I have many memories. I would give one up, if needed. But I cannot speak for the rest of you. No one should be forced to give up something like this.” His eyes settled on Rowan, next to him. 

Rowan made a strangled noise that sounded somewhere between a laugh and a muffled cry. They cursed. “This is just amazing, you know that?” they said, bitterness seeping into their tone as they looked at the demon. Simon thought they looked like they wanted to jump through the pentagram and punch him clean in the face. 

“Rowan,” Alec said with his usual older-brotherly tone, temporarily pulling their attention away from the demon. He was across the pentagram from them and they had to squint through the smoke to see him. “It’s for Jace.” It was quiet for a moment, when he added, “please.”

Their jaw set. They crossed their arms over their chest, resolute in their anger. “For Jace,” they muttered, shooting a glare at Alec. “And to get Jensen home.”

Alec nodded. “You know my answer,” he said to Magnus, and then it was Simon’s turn. He thought suddenly of Jace, cutting his wrist and giving him his blood in the tiny room on Valentine’s boat. Risking his own life for Simon’s. It might have been for Clary’s sake at its heart, but it was still a debt. And he thought of Jensen, the little boy who had his heart broken by losing his parabatai, Max, and how he’d finally started to look happy when he’d met him that night, asking about how to read some manga he’d bought. He thought of how distraught Rowan was when he disappeared, and the guilt that pooled in his stomach when he realized he might have been the last person to see him that day. “I’m in.”

“Good,” Magnus said. “All of you, try to think of happy memories. They must be genuinely happy. Something that gives you pleasure in the ecollection.” He shot a sour glance at the smug demon in the pentagram. 

“I’m ready,” Alec said. He stood with his eyes closed, his back straight as if braced for pain. Magnus moved towards him and laid his fingers against his forehead, murmuring softly. 

Simon’s hand itched to reach for Rowan, to tell them it would be okay and reassure them that another memory missing wouldn’t be the worst thing because they would go on and make new, better ones. He offered them an encouraging smile, one that they sadly returned. Their mouth twitched into a frown, and he could hear, just barely, their breath was uneven and shaky. 

Magnus turned to them next. He whispered something to them, something like an apology, and did the same as he did to Alec. He watched as their expression hardened and they wiped the tear away, like they didn't remember what they were upset about in the first place. 

Simon hastily shut his eyes and tried to summon a happy memory—something to do with Clary? But so many of his memories of her were tinged now with his worry over her wellbeing. Something from when they were very young? An image swam to the forefront of his mind—a hot summer day at Coney Island, him on his father’s shoulders, Rebecca running behind them, training a handful of balloons. Looking up at the sky, trying to find the shapes in the clouds, and the sound of his mother’s laughter. No, he thought, not that. I don't want to lose that—

There was a cool touch on his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw Magnus lowering his hand. Simon blinked at him, his mind suddenly blank. “But I wasn’t thinking of anything,” he protested. 

Magnus’s cat eyes were sad. “Yes, you were.”

Simon glanced around the room feeling a little dizzy. The others looked the same, as if they were awkwaening from a strange dream; he caught Rowan’s eye, the piercing, icy blue, staring through him rather than at him. He frowned. He wondered what they had thought about, what happiness they had given away. They didn’t deserve to give up any of it with how little he knew they had these days. 

A low rumble from the center of the pentagram drew his gaze from Rowan. Azazel stood, as close to the edge of the pattern as he could, a slow growl of hunger coming from his throat. Magnus turned and looked at him, a look of disgust on his face. His hand was closed into a fist and something seemed to be shining between his fingers as if he held a witchlight runestone. He turned and flung it, fast and sideways, into the center of the pentagram. Simon’s vampire vision tracked it. It was a bead of light that expanded into a circle holding multiple images. Simon saw a piece of azure ocean, a glimpse of Magnus’s face, a boy with blue eyes, a city skyline with two figures standing on the roof of a building—and then Azazel opened his arms and the circle of images vanished into his body, like a stray piece of trash stacked into the fuselage of a jet plane. 

Azazel gasped. His eyes, which had been darting flickers of red flame, blazed like bonfires now, and his voice crackled when he spoke. “Ahhh. Delicious.”

Magnus spoke sharply.  “Now for your side of the bargain.”

The demon licked his lips. “The solution to your problems is this. You release me into the world, and I take Valentine’s son and bring him living into Hell. He will not die, and therefore your Jace will live, but he will have left this world behind, and slowly their connection will burn away. You will have your friend back.”

“And then what?” Magnus said slowly. “We release you into the world, and then you return and let yourself be bound again?”

Azazel laughed. “Of course not, foolish warlock. The price of the favor is my freedom.”

“Freedom?” Alec spoke, sounding incredulous. “A Prince of Hell, set free in the world? We already gave you our memories—”

“The memories were the price you paid to hear my plan,” said Azazel. “My freedom is what you pay to have my plan enacted. There are worse things,” he grinned, “much older, darker things than even myself.”

Magnus frowned. “That is a cheat and you know it. You ask for the impossible.”

“So do you,” said Azazel. “Of his own will or under compunction, it does not matter. You are asking me to sever a bond only Heaven can sever. But Heaven will not help you; you know that as well as I. That is why men summon demons and not angels, is it not? This is the price you pay for my intervention. If you do not want to pay it, you must learn to accept what you’ve lost.”

Magnus’s face was pale and tight.  “We will converse among ourselves and discuss whether your offer is acceptable. In the meantime I banish you.” He waved his hand, and Azazel vanished, leaving behind the smell of charred wood. 

The four people in the room stared at one another incredulously. “What he is asking for,” Alec said finally, “it isn’t possible.”

“Theoretically anything is possible,” said Magnus, staring ahead as if into an abyss. “But to loose a Greater Demon on the world—not just a Greater Demon, a Prince of Hell, second only to Lucifer himself—the destruction he would wreak—”

“Couldn’t Sebastian do the same?” Rowan asked. “He could, couldn’t he? He could destroy everything.”

“Like Magnus said,” Simon put in bitterly, “anything’s possible.”

“There could be almost no greater crime in the eyes of the Clave,” said Magnus. “Whoever loosed Azazel upon the world would be a wanted criminal.”

“But we could destroy Sebastian,” Rowan started, though Magnus gave them little room to argue. 

“We don’t have proof Sebastian is plotting anything,” said Magnus. “For all we know, all he wants is to settle down in a nice country house in Idris.”

“With Clary and Jace? And what about Jensen?” Alec said incredulously. 

Magnus shrugged. “Who knows what he wants with them. Maybe he’s just lonely.”

“Yeah, because a twelve year old is amazing company for a murderer,” Rowan said bitterly. “He’s planning something.”

They all looked at Simon. “Clary’s trying to find out what. She needs some time. And don’t say, ‘We don’t have time,’” he added, “she knows that.”

Alec raked a hand through his dark hair. “Fine, but we just wasted a whole day. A day we didn’t have. No more stupid ideas.” His voice was uncharacteristically sharp. 

“Alec,” Magnus said. He put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder; Alec was standing still, staring angrily at the floor. “Are you okay?”

Alec looked at him. “Who are you again?”

Magnus gave a little gasp; he looked—for the first time Simon could remember—actually unnerved. It lasted only for a moment, but it was there. “Alexander,” he said. 

“Too soon to joke about the happy memory thing, I take it,” Alec said. 

“You think?” Magnus’s voice soared. Rowan winced. Before he could say anything else, the door swung open and Maia and Jordan came in. Their cheeks were red from the cold, and—Simon saw with a small start—Maia was wearing Jordan’s leather jacket. 

“We just came from the station,” she said excitedly. “Luke hasn’t woken up yet, but it looks like he’s going to be all right—” She broke off, looking around at the still-glimmering pentagram, the clouds of black smoke, and the scorched patches on the floor. “Okay, what have you guys been doing?”

[disneyprincemuke]

there’s been a glitch * archived.

notes: guys i swear this is the last of milo and rocky, we'll be back to regularly scheduled programming in like a couple hours and days i promise i swear please believe they're just my love rn I'm sorry

“oh, she was so pretty, mate,” logan throws his head back, running his hands through his hair. “i can’t believe i got a picture with her!”

she screams, shaking logan violently. “i can’t believe she even knows who i am!”

“the taylor swift knows my name!” lily shrieks, following the group into the vip tent, sighing exasperatedly with a hand pressed against her forehead. she turns to oscar. “babe, you saw that, didn’t you?”

oscar laughs. “i did. thanks for getting us tickets, rocky.”

“of course,” she claps, “i’m not losing out on taylor tickets ever again.”

before she can continue her sentence, a loud roar of laughter echoes in the room. she snaps her head over to the other group in the tent, scowling slightly when one of the guys grins at her before turning away.

lily gasps softly, stumbling into her body. “that guy looks familiar. where have i seen him from?”

she shrugs and tugs lily away from the other group. “i don’t know, but let’s put our stuff down and get some drinks.”

“i know where i know him from!” logan laughs, whispering to her, poking her elbow. “ciara, dalton and i were watching tv the other day in the apartment. that’s the guy from one of sabrina’s music videos. some milo guy, if i remember ciara telling me his name.”

lily gasps, halting her conversation with oscar. she turns to her with a wide smile. “milo manheim!” she whispers softly, hitting her arm. “yeah, i remember where i’ve seen him from. oscar and i were watching a couple of disney movies the other day.”

oscar gasps. “you weren’t supposed to tell them that, lily.”

logan snorts, “ah, a disney channel enjoyer now, oscar?”

“piss off, mate.”

she furrows her eyebrows and folds her arms over her chest as her stare lingers on the group at the other side of the tent.

while she wants to blame it on her upcoming period for being a little irritable, it just can’t be. there was something about that one particular guy in the other group, being so loud and hyped up, that made her want to tug on her hair and pull it all out.

there’s something about the way he would catch her eye across the room and point at her while singing.

it rarely even happened, being surrounded by several taller people made it difficult to even find him in the small crowd in the tent. though he’s significantly taller, and it made it easier for him.

he looks over again, making her immediately turn her head away.

he’s so annoying.

“goodnight,” logan laughs, patting her head as he closes her bedroom door behind her.

her laughter dies down, pushing him out of her room. “piss off, mate.”

the door closes behind her and kidnapper quickly settles between her pillows to get some rest together. she presses her lips together and hums, grabbing her phone from her nightstand and opens tiktok first.

milo manheim… whoever the hell that is.

she spends the first 2 minutes rolling her eyes at his videos with a permanent scowl on her face. she doesn’t notice that by minute 5, she’s got a small grin on her face as she realises just how funny he is.

perhaps she was just in an exceptionally sour mood during the concert.

then she goes on instagram next, scrolling and reading his captions. occasionally smiling wider at his antics and interactions.

maybe she misjudged him, and– oh, lord.

the squeak that passes her lips is almost unrecognisable. and if her actions hadn’t been the cardinal sin of stalking someone on the internet, she may have cared a little more.

kidnapper lifts his head, meowing softly in annoyance and throwing her a stare. he blinks slowly before resting his chin on her chest again to resume his slumber.

she apologises softly, biting down on her bottom lip as she curses at herself. “how careless and stupid.”

she’s just liked his picture from a couple years back.

she immediately unlikes it and swipes out of his profile. she even deletes his name from her search bar, as if it would take back the fact that she’s liked his picture.

she spends the better part of the next 5 minutes calming herself down and nursing her heart back to normal. she’d just been drifting off to sleep, texting lily about how fun the concert had been and sending their pictures in the groupchat.

until.

milomanheim wants to send you a message.

milomanheim ???

kidy/n???

milomanheim well u liked my pic first and just dipped im assuming u liked what u saw but ur too shy???

kidy/n wdym? no idea what ur talkin bout

milomanheim can i send u a picture

kidy/n no……..?

milomanheim lol anyway i have screenshot if u want

kidy/n oh ok mb i wasnt familiar with ur screenshot game nm, u were just annoying during the concert and i didnt know who u were til my friends told me

milomanheim ohhh ok cuz i actually thought u were kinda cute

she presses the back of her hand against her forehead as her cheeks start to feel slightly sore. she giggles softly to herself, careful not to wake the cat on her chest.

she takes a deep breath and wipes away the tear that's formed in her eyes. no, it's nothing to do with anything – she's just extremely tired. she yawns again but eventually finds another wide smile on her face as she types a response.

kidy/n 👍🏼👍🏼

kidy/n

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kidy/n concerts hit different when it’s taylor idk

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lilyzneimer it was SO fun omg

oscarpiastri the buffet was my favourite part actually

taylorswift what buffet

kidy/n the one we went to after the concert… it was korean barbecue

oscarpiastri OMG IM KIDDING I HAD FUN AT THE CONCERT taylorswift

logansargeant folded like a mf lawn chair

sabrinacarpenter so much fun hanging out with you 💗

user1 SABRINA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HEREEE

user2 OMGGGG

user3 when my worlds collide

user4 what is milo doing in the likes

user5 omg?

user6 explain urself milomanheim

kidy/n posted their story!

caption: bro pestered me to go to his room just to leave me and sleep like what

milomanheim replied to your story boyfriend?

kidy/n ew no my best friend

milomanheimokie

kidy/n

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kidy/n try telling me this time last year that she'd have the best time of her life driving in f1 and that she'd wind up 6th she'd tell you you're crazy and maybe punch you

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oscarpiastri why do you always have to punch people

kidy/n are u scared?

oscarpiastri i'm jUST asking

user1 why not? woman power

lilyzneimer actually my favourite driver <3

oscarpiastri hahahah what

alex_albon not even me?

sebastianvettel so much fun working with you

kidy/n i know im so funny

logansargeant if fun means taking out 5 years of his lifespan every weekend with her antics, then i guess

sebastianvettel lol so true

maxverstappen1 actually best addition to the grid idk

kidy/n ik it's cuz im so funny

maxverstappen1 please drop that narrative

georgerussell63 yeah, everyone knows i'm the funniest

logansargeant everyone knows it's max

kidy/n why are u flirting with max in my ig comments logansargeant

maxverstappen1 ur my friend now logansargeant

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mickschumacher i'll fight u

user1 day something of asking wtf milo is doing in rocky's instagram post

milomanheim wants to send you a message.

milomanheim wow 6th in a 22 people championship? i didnt know u were good like that

kidy/n please for the love of god stfu

kidy/n

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kidy/n xmasxmasxmasxmasxmas

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oscarpiastri that picture is literally from before i flew off the melbourne

kidy/n that's not very xmas spirit of u

logansargeant lol haterrrr cause he's not spending christmas with us

kidy/n youre literally in miami while i'm in oxford logansargeant

logansargeant ok? kidy/n

user1 milo again?

user2 mother is hiding something from us

user3 sneaky link?

kidy/n isn't milo that one energy drink in australia

oscarpiastri it is

user1 no, the actor

milomanheim wants to send you a message.

milomanheim merry christmas

kidy/n merry christmas

milomanheim what are u doing for new year's

kidy/n spending it in miami with my logan's fam u?

milomanheim with my family at home why arent u spending it with family

kidy/n i got a schedule right as the new year starts :( it's ok, i spent my past 20 new year's with them anyway

kidy/n posted on their story!

milomanheim replied to your story online on instagram to like another one of my pictures i presume?

kidy/n it was one time, stop milking it, mate

milomanheim never

kidy/n posted on their story!

milomanheim replied to your story boyfriend?

kidy/nno

milomanheim oh ok suspicious

kidy/n please

kidy/n

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kidy/n i'm a race winner, baby!

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user1 mother is mothering

user2 seriously what is milo doing here

oscarpiastri congrats, mate!! you deserve this more than anyone i know 💜

logansargeant me when i lie

lilyzneimer ive been a rocky defender my whole life

sebastianvettel wdc next?

kidy/n whats ur problem

andrettiracing omg that's our girl!!!

kidy/n !!!

milomanheim congrats

user3 shooting nothing but airballs

user4 currently attending classes at the school of travis kelce manifesting

milomanheim wants to send you a message.

milomanheim i saw u won a race i didnt know u were good at what u did

kidy/n what is ur problem that's like me watching a movie ur in and saying wow i didn't know u were a decent actor

milomanheim youre watching my movies? cute anyway just wanted to congratulate u

kidy/n do u even know anything about f1

milomanheim not a clue

kidy/n lol ok

kidy/n posted on their story!

milomanheim replied to your story ah, where's my insta like? i got this one photo from 2019 i think u might like

kidy/n u know what's funny

milomanheim what

kidy/n u dont even follow me, youre always in my story views, youve congratulated me TWICE now

milomanheim okay???? ur point?

kidy/n u must think im so cute that youre keeping up with my socials so why not just ask me out?

milomanheim oh ok u free next week?

kidy/n i'm stuck in london this and next week roommate's gonna be out of town yknow,, pet owner and all

milomanheim no worries,, see u there!

kidy/n ?

milomanheim started following you.

milomanheim just booked a flight.............. see u sunday afternoon?

kidy/n started following you.

kidy/n oh okay?

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irritation brews quietly, leaking into her veins the same way static leaks into the air before a particularly violent storm. the NERVE of him, to act slighted as if he hadn't committed the cardinal sin of this wretched place. her skin crawls, grip tightening on the mass of black fur she's cradling. ❝ a joke i can handle just fine. what you did wanders far from that territory. ❞ clipped, more spat than said. NOT THAT SERIOUS. wow, that was rich! it pulls a humorless laugh out of her: sharp and edged in disbelief. anyone who grew up here would understand....

the realization strikes her like a bolt of lightning. HE DIDN'T GROW UP HERE. wherever he hailed from didn't adhere to the same rules. half of her, the part that's snarling and snapping and sharp, doesn't care. WHY SHOULD SHE? better to cut her losses, to move far && fast in the opposite direction. as he's so obviously skilled at.

but another part, a louder part, insists on righting the miscommunication. HER DAMNED LOYALTY. she enjoyed his company, more than she was willing to admit. wasn't whatever camaraderie they'd built worth trying to savage it?

BLEGH. empathy? compassion? here, of all places? she lets out a huff, glancing down at az as if he could reveal the right answer. golden eyes stare back as he meows and taps his paw to her nose. she bends, opening her arms to set him free. he's quick to disappear back into the shadows: lingering but gone from view. for now, at least.

❝ CASPIAN. ❞ she sighs, after a long moment. a rare use of his first name. she jogs to catch up to him. ❝ slow down, would you? ❞ his damn stilts cover half the damn isle in one stride. she shifts uncomfortably as she catches up, not quite sure how apologies work. ❝ look, ❞ she starts off, arms crossed over her chest, ❝ i don't know how it worked where you grew up. but here? something like that is dangerous. when you do it without warning, when we're passing alleys and gutters? ❞ she trails off, eyes averted. she catches sight of the rip in his pants, and the satisfaction she'd felt cools to something resembling guilt. ❝ sorry. ❞ the word feels heavy. she sits in silence for a beat, then finally risks a glance up at his face. ❝ truce? ❞

❝ those are the isle rules. you give just as good as you get. and for all that ... ❞ she gestures at all of him, ❝ ... i still think you're capable of more than you let on. i, for one, would enjoy watching frosty turn up the heat. ❞ a compliment, or as close to one as most people got from her. she rolls her eyes, scoffing as he starts flapping his hand again. ❝ believe me, it's a decision i'm regretting more and more. next time, i'll leave you to rot with your brooding. i've learned my lesson. ❞ hand over her heart to display her sincerity. truly a girl reformed!

❝ it's more the moping and the brooding and the AVERSION to all things fun that stick you in the potato category, love. ❞ grinning innocently, batting her eyes, ❝ and here i thought you'd appreciate the comparison. bland and unassuming, a food befitting of the prince of doom and gloom. ❞ oh wow, what a charming comeback. spicy potato? didn't that negate the insult? she's about to say as much, so focused on the conversation she doesn't realize what he's doing until it's TOO LATE. fingers dig into her side, and her fight or flight kicks in. a shriek tears itself loose from her throat, limbs flailing with intent to injure whatever they hit. her heart rate spikes as she deftly manages to duck away, expression pinched in rage as she whirls back on him. she might actually kill him. or at the very least, maim him. she's seething, teeth bared, but before she can bark out a response ... the shadows around his ankles comes to life with a hiss. a familiar shape apparates, needle sharp nails swiping at his ankles and ripping the fabric.

AZ. he must've heard her shriek from his position slinking in the shadows. after all, he was never too far. kara's rage gives way to bemusement, as she bends low and clicks her tongue to call off her guard cat. he trots over and she picks up his wiry frame, scratching behind his ears. she coos a few words of affection before turning an icy gaze on caspian. ❝ you EVER try that again, and you'll be envious of how potatoes look. and for the record, all five of those names are WRONG. ❞ petty, sure, but the wound is still fresh. ❝ right now, lord anthony tremaine is higher on the list than you. a fall from grace, indeed. ❞

she purses her lips. ❝ perhaps if you bring more of those with you, then we can consider putting that little lapse in judgement behind us. ❞ extending an olive branch. what can she say, her sweet tooth might be her ultimate weakness.

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Made from the same wood - Oneshot

Summary: turns out being made of palistrom wood has its perks

Post canon, Hunter is now living in the owl house and it's after getting into okay terms with Amity, him being a grimwalker and being made of palistrom wood makes him able to understand other palismen

It’s not something I 100% have as a headcanon or expect to happen, I just think this concept is neat! I got inspired by other fanfics delving into Hunter being a grimwalker changing some things on him. Also I’m testing out a placeholder name for Lil Rascal

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That small cat was starting to get on his nerves.

Always asking for food when she was on the first floor of the owl house, smacking his face with her little white paws demanding cuddles always when he was wearing his black shirt, filling it with fur, going way too far when playing with Pascal, he always had to get them away from her before her claws did any damage.

And today, she was on his lap making biscuits on his knee, his hands tensing up at every claw almost piercing his skin, using all his might to not scream at her. No matter what, do not scream at her . She wasn't doing it out of malice, she's just a cat palisman. It still hurt like stinging sand but he held out every yelp.

But his limit was inching really close.

He closed his eyes, hands balled up into fists resting on the table, and took a deep breath.

"Can you stop??" Even so, his voice came out harsher than he intended, looking down at the palisman, who flinched and stared at him with her icy blue eyes, paws now stopping the kneading. "You need to tell Amity to cut your nails again, you’re kneading my leg raw!"

She scrunched up her nose, answering him with a rude meow.

"Don't call me that!"

"Mrow!"

"You're the one who did that!"

"MAOW!!"

"Oh you little-"

"...What are you doing?"

Looking up, Hunter found both Luz and Amity staring at him from the other side of the table, with puzzled faces. He looked away for a second, passing his hand through his hair, accidentally waking up Pascal and making them get out of their little hiding spot there.

"I'm sorry, I...I should have asked her to stop before, I-"

"... I'm not talking about that - though you better not repeat this - just… what are you doing?"

"Uh...doing what?"

"You were talking to my cat like you understood her."

"I do understand her, what’s so weird about it?"

The two furrowed their brows even more, looking at eachother for a moment.

"You understand??" Luz pointed at him with the spoon she was holding. "She's not even your palisman!"

Oh.

Slowly the gears turned into place in his brain

"...I guess other witches can't really… do that, right?"

 "We don't. Is that another one of the Grimwalker things?" Amity tapped her fingers on the table, calling her cat, Ghost going from his lap to hers.

"Eh, maybe? I'm still trying to find more about it" 

He looked down at the page of the book he was taking notes about, before being rudely distracted by Ghost. It was hard to find anything about what he was, it's not like it was something really talked about like other magical creations. Kinda hard to bring up a lot about how you artificially create a witch to be used for not really great things without getting some weird looks. 

"There's palistrom wood in the middle of the ingredients, maybe it does have something to do with that." He continued, fidgeting with his loose hair strand. 

“So you’re like, a witch palisman?”

“...Not exactly like that, Luz. But I suppose palistrom wood has anything created from it able to communicate with other palismen and things like that.”

“Kinda ironic, don’t you think?”

His ears burned while he stared at the book, feeling Pascal perch on his shoulder, avoiding looking at the human.

“You’re never going to let the Latissa thing go, are you?”

“Nope”

"... That's fair."

"And why did you, you know, never question this before?"

"It's not like I got to interact with palismen a lot before Pascal showed up. And then after that, i just didn't think much about it, i thought everyone kinda understood them." He pet the cardinal’s head, smiling softly at them. "They're pretty chatty actually..."

"Must be nice to understand them."

"Eh, it's questionable." 

A quiet meow came from under the table after Hunter said that, making him chuckle.

"Aaaand there's my proof"

"A palisman whisperer" Luz snorted "you can add that to your titles now"

"I'll think about that"

The three went back to the silence that was there before, returning to what they were doing. The book talked a little about the ingredients to create a Grimwalker, similar to the one Belos had on his personal library, that he never could get a good look on, but there wasn't much more than that on it. 

Thinking about this still made his head spin, it was really advanced magic and did not really have much about anything after creating a being like him, besides some few annotations about checking through how far in development it was. Great. Just absolutely great. 

He just wanted to know if there’s anything he should know about himself. He wasn’t made like other witches, he was made from wild magic, it must have done something else different on him besides understanding palismen and being useful on the Day of Unity, something, anything, that could happen in the future. He needed to know.

And the research kept on going nowhere and repeating everything he already knew.

"Do you think the other ingredients also affect you?"

“Huh?” Hunter raised his eyes from the book, head supported by his hand.

“Like this thing with palismen happening because you’re made of wood, could the other ingredients do something like that?”

“Probably, but I’m not sure about what is or isn’t caused by all this” He wiggled his fingers towards the illustration on the book. “There’s barely anything here that isn’t what I already know.”

“We could try finding other books about it if you want”

“Thanks, Luz” he sighed, closing the notebook. “But I’m getting tired of running into dead ends.”

“You don’t need to g-”

“It’s okay. I’m fed up with it and...maybe it’s good to know where to stop. And I’m stopping here.”

“...Okay then. I won’t push you.”

He got up from the chair and got to the other side of the table, looking at the recipe list.

“Is this another recipe from the human realm?”

“Yeah! It’s chocolate cake! Want to help?”

He smiled, rolling up his sleeves.

“I do.”

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Astrology Series ♡  Dragging BTS’ Sun Sign

A/N: Okay lemme just say, this is no way meant to offend anyone, it is a mere entertainment astrology drag according to BTS’ Sun signs. With that said, some are more light-hearted than others, and lemme tell ya, I did try to adjust them to the sides we see of themselves (even tho these are like… deeply rooted things that we can’t see)

Seokjin – Sun in Saggitarius

Okay, lets be real here, Jin is the first to describe himself as “carefree” but the smallest thing happens and he GOES OFF *cue Jin’s infamous rant to Namjoon over the gas station gift he got him.

He is incredibly perceptive of things, so best believe he will use words as his strongest weapon THE WHOLE SECOND anyone begins to criticise

But hey, we know he a small sensitive baby that needs to be in private to heal

Jin when slightly inconvenienced: I just think it is funny how…

Yoongi – Sun in Pisces

Yoongi is often seen as dreamy and soft (lil meow meow) and he is nothing short of imaginative but Yoongs… pls stop inventing your own sense of reality kay?

Also, hello? Common sense???

His infamous level of unbothered? Honey, he is just not willing to invest energy into you but baby, Yoongi, one time or another you’ll just have to deal with it.

Say it with me: Yoongles, if you don’t want drama, don’t passive aggressively play games with people’s minds and then become GENUINELY dumbfounded when they confront you.

Real talk tho, his sun in Pisces indicates that  he tends to run away from whta he is feeling and can even isolate himself because of it but WAIT before you take pity on him: he has cultivated his loneliness; he often feels depleted by people and would rather be alone than with you.

STOP TURNING PEOPLE INTO VILLAINS just because its easier than to sympathise with them.

Hoseok – Sun in Aquarius

Okay so I know, I know, Hobi is a sunshine bUT get this, he not only is humanitarian, he knows exactly how to deal with people and understand the complexities of the world to get what he wants (honestly, good for him)

With that said, just becaus he is good with people doesn’t mean he likes people

Also, unpack the stereotype behind him being incaple of love just because his sun is in Aquarius, if he likes someone, he will be extremely clingy and obsessive, he is a fixed sign after all.

Namjoon – Sun in Virgo

Okay, Joonie the calm and collected Virgo issa lie, it is actually a “method to madness”

HELLO MERCURY (yes, the same one that tends to go retrograde ALL THE TIME) he acts first and thinks later most of the time.

Joon, baby, why do you always have to focus on what other people are doing wrong? MIND YOUR BUSINESS

Mr. Sarcasm and cynism is in da hOUSE, pls stop using them as a wall between you and the world

The vivid example of wanting to achieve the impossible all at once while binge watching Netflix.

Jimin – Sun in Libra

THE GENTLE FRIEND that never wants to displease the people he cares about UNLESS you don’t live up to the image he has of you.

Wants to be loved and adores but will keep it bottled, you might as well read his mind.

What he really need to be his mantra: IF I DON’T ASK FOR SOMETHING, I DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO PASSIVE AGRESSIVELY TREAT PEOPLE POORLY.

People Collecting Jiminie!

It’s easier for him to tell what others want to hear than what he is actually thinking

HELLO KING OF FRENEMIES

Taehyung – Sun in Capricorn

Tae Tae want you to be his best friends and HIS ONLY buT he is allowed to have a best friend that isn’t you

The DAD FRIEND why? because he won`t do a thing unless he feels he thought of it first

Tae: i HATE drama *cue TAe doing something dramatic*

Also, just because he is an Earth sign, he is also a cardinal sign, which means: constant need to improve or change things in his life *cue Tae learning how to play 180198092 instruments in the span of 3 months*

Jungkook – Sun in Virgo

Just as Joon, Golden maknae, stop making fun of what other people are not able to do just as GOOD AS YOU.

also, hELLO unrealistically high expectations he puts onto himself, its okay to be human.

JK tends to push people away to avoid being rejected, iss okay baby, you don’t have to be liked by everyone.

Greatest fear: himslef

With that said,Kookie,  no matter how many people you toss away, you’ll always continue to run into yourself, might as well begin to learn to love yourself

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DREAM JOB: Mom... But if we mean like an actual professional job.... I wish I were a voice-over actress.

WEARING: An STOCC shirt I had made for an online convention that me and my cosplay friends ran during the pandemic and my husband's boxers lol 😅

FAVORITE SONGS: okay so those changes occasionally and I'll try to only pick one Ghost song lol. Prime Mover (Ghost), Good in Red (The Midnight), Woken Furies (Gunship), Crazy (Kidneythieves), This is Not (Static-X), Living Dead Girl (Rob Zombie), etc.

FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: The bass guitar. My bass is named Boel... I'm sure no one can guess where that came from lol. I actually just got her last year and I wish I had more time to practice.

AESTHETIC: Tattooed Rock Mom lol aka black sweatpants and band t-shirt and heavy black eyeliner. Lol I actually feel like dressing up it's definitely Nancy from the Craft meets Bisexual bassist lolol.

FAVORITE AUTHOR: Neil Gaiman, Piers Anthony, John Milton, etc.

FAVORITE COLOR: black lol. Honestly I also really love purple. But I would have to say my favorite favorite favorite color is the steel cool gray blue that clouds get sometimes odd I know but it's gorgeous to me.

FAVORITE ANIMAL SOUNDS: meows

LAST SONG: Absolution

LAST SERIES: The Last of Us, Wednesday, Guillermo del Toro's Cabinet of Curiosities

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🐍About Me🐍

Got tagged by @n-brio, so let the fun begin~

Nickname: I've had several, but the most prominent are S_D (which I've used since I was twelve) and Snek. I like snakes. There's also the name people call me when they forget my name. Somehow it's always the same, so it must really suit me. XD

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Call Me Little Sunsign

Height: 5'5"

Last Google Search: I've been looking for a certain sausage cheese ball recipe, since I've lost the one I used last time.

Song Stuck In Your Head: Granite (Pendulum), since it's what's currently playing.

Followers: 2

Lucky Number: Killing Defiled Amygdala in only two tries was pretty lucky. That's gotta be my greatest Soulsborne moment.

Sleep:

Dream Job: I'm trying to write a story/book, so if I finished that and people enjoyed it, that'd be swell.

Wearing: Jack-o-lantern/bat/rat/ivy print leggings, socks, flip-flops house shoes, my middle school orchestra shirt, and a big, cozy jacket. And to think I just ragged on Fred for wearing flip-flops with socks.

Favorite Songs: So many. I'll pick some from a variety of styles: Legion (VNV Nation) Im Guten Im Bösen (Eisbrecher) Theremin [Club Edit] (Covenant) Respite on the Spitalfields (Ghost) Planet Hell (Nightwish) Honeythief (Halou) Das Neue Fleisch (Sielwolf) Resurrection (Christopher Young)

Favorite Instrument: Harpsichord. I love the sound.

Aesthetic: Does goth count? I've been into goth shit since, like, middle school. Otherwise, it's a hodgepodge. Feel free to peruse my Aesthetic tag.

Favorite Author: Lovecraft. I feel the burn of the torches and the sting of the pitchforks already. Honorable mention goes to my two favorite books: A Madman Dreams of Turing Machines by Janna Levin and The Hot Zone by Richard Preston.

Favorite Color: I like blues and greens a lot. And black.

Favorite Animal Sounds: My grandma has this saying: Whistling girls and crowing hens always come to no good ends. So you know what? Shout out to all the crowing hens.

Last Song: Benzin (Rammstein) just finished playing.

Last Series: I've been watching The Last of Us with someone who's super into the games. I never played them. The last shows I was really into were Resident Alien and Snowpiercer.

Random:

I don't have many people to tag, so... @the-hole-in-terzos-shoe, I tag you. Have fun~ :3 It'd be funny to tag @n-brio again and make it recursive. And anyone else who sees this, Kos has planted a tag inside your brain. Hail Mother Kos! Grant us tags!

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Survey #309

“show me how to lie - you’re getting better all the time  /  and turning all against one is an art that’s hard to teach.”

Have you ever played Jackbox Games? If so, which ones of their party games are your favorites? No, but I looooove watching Mark and The Boys play them on charity streams. They can make up the funniest shit. I can't recall the name of the specific one I'm thinking of... but I enjoy watching most of them. I do think one or two are boring, though. Do you have artistic friends? If so, have you got their artwork displayed? I have some very talented friends, but I don't have anything of theirs displayed somewhere. Have you ever considered pole dancing? Why/why not? No. It takes an incredible amount of strength, plus confidence I don't have. That and I'm just not into it. What's the last thing you fixed yourself? Uhhhhhhh bitch I couldn't tell ya. Are there any CDs you've held onto for sentimental reasons? No. Did you read the Barbie magazines with comics made with the actual dolls? "I didn’t know that was a real thing." <<<< Me either. What's the last thing you knitted? I've never knitted before. Who was your first online friend? Emma. :') She was the first person who joined my RP mob back in the Animal Planet forum days. Why do you take surveys? Be honest. Boredom, distraction, and sometimes I just wanna ramble about whatever. Does mail get delivered to your door or do you have a mailbox outside? Our mailbox is by the side of the road at the end of our driveway. Your doorbell rings out of the blue. What's your reaction? Let Mom answer it. I don't answer the door ever if I don't expect someone or can peek outside and don't recognize them. Are all the lamps in your home LED or other energy saving lights? I don't know. Do you prefer writing by hand or typing? Typing. I can't write very long at all before my carpal tunnel flares up. Think of one of the biggest decisions you've had to make in your life...If you made a different choice, how different would your life be now? I'd be dead, that simple. Have you ever taken a course on CPR? No. What makes you laugh most effortlessly? You can guess it pretty easily. What makes you cry most effortlessly? I make it a rule that I "can't" listen to "Eternally Yours" by Motionless In White because there hasn't been even ONE occasion where it hasn't made me cry, even when I was stupid enough to binge it because it's just a good song. I've broken that "rule" before because I do just genuinely enjoy the song, but I know the pain truly isn't worth it, so I haven't heard it in a decently long time. What is the best smell in the whole world? Cinnamon rolls, probably. My body wash is currently that kind of smell, and Jesus Christ it's the best part of showering. Do you wear a watch? No. Can you tell time from an analog clock? Yes. What a time it'll be when kids can't anymore... Is there a number or a combination of numbers that feels important to you? Only dates, but not numbers themselves. What is the most socially awkward thing you've done? *gestures at my life as a whole* Is your computer decorated in any way? No. If your old class was to have a reunion, would you attend it? No. No. I don't want to relive my high school experience; it would be too painful for me to willingly walk into. What's the worst thing that's ever happened to you? I would say "the breakup," but technically it was letting him basically own me and my every neuron of joy. Not by his will of course, but my own. I was stupid and just... handed those rights over without really realizing it. I can harp forever and ever and EVER about the importance of making sure you own yourself and your emotions. Do you ever donate money to charity? If so, which charity and why? Blah blah blah, I don't get an income, you know this. Whenever I do, I 100% plan on donating to every charity stream Mark ever hosts again, as well as some other people's. I'd love to donate to a lot of places. Would you ever want to get married? If so, why? Yes, because society has made it too instilled in me that it's just like... this ultimate validation of "forever" with your partner, even though I know you can be just as or even far more invested in your relationship without marriage. The only *true* benefit of marriage imo is for legal and financial reasons, but yeah, I still want it. Like I said, it's too deeply embedded in that brain of mine that it's a relationship goal. Why do you live the way you do? I'm not even living the way I want to, so... Have you ever abused an animal? No, and I say "fuck you" with every ounce of sincerity and loathing if you have. Do you think animals are less important than humans? If so, why? Nope. We share this earth and grew from the same roots, so what *really* makes us better? We might be smarter (generally) and more developed as the apex predator, but that does not equate to being more important than, say, even a gnat. That creature has the exact same level of rights to be here as the human species does. I could go on and on and on about this topic. How close was the last person close to you who has died? Not extremely, but she was still important to and loved by me. Grandma and I were very, very different and butted heads more than once, but her love was unconditional, and she showed boundless kindness to others. She showed a courage I see as unmatched in the face of death. I truly, deeply, in the very core of my heart hope she is at peace and experiencing all joys she ever wished for. How does death in general make you feel? Well, it depends on how I'm looking at it. I fully accept it is an inevitable phase in simply existing that none of us will ever evade, so it's not exactly terrifying to me, though of course I don't want it anytime soon. If I'm thinking about people I love dying, I definitely get sad about it and scared of that possibly eternal separation. Is there a person you absolutely loathe? If so, why do you loathe them? Not that I know personally, no. Has anyone ever told you that you're rude? If so, what caused it? No; I think I'm very mannerly, honestly. Have you ever seen a therapist? I've regularly seen therapists since I started middle school. I advocate for everyone to have one, honestly, whether you have a mental illness or not. Have you ever been homeless? In technical terms, yes, but a friend let me stay with her until Mom and I settled into a new place. Have you ever been completely broke? That's the actual story of my life. Well, not me personally considering I've never had to take care of myself financially, but my mom struggles very, very badly with this, and mind you, she's frugal. Just disgustingly underpaid when she worked, and her current status with disability isn't exactly incredibly generous. I live under her roof, so. Have you ever had a steady job? No. Have you ever needed a loan? If so, what for? Have you paid it back? Yes, for school, and no. I do NOT want to know how in debt I am with schools. Have you ever wanted to go to space? Not seriously, no. What's the weirdest thing you've ever seen or heard? I am 99.99% sure mine and Jason's old roommates were having some ~kinky~ sex once while I was alone on the couch against their bedroom. Preeeetty sure the girl was making meowing sounds. They were furries (who I want to emphasize have zero judgment from me; I actually think they're very brave and creative), so that was... something I definitely wasn't used to hearing, haha. What has been the most exciting moment of your life thus far? Probably when Mark N O T I C E D me on Tumblr by reblogging a gif I made of him and his pupper, and I LITERALLY struggled to sleep for three days lmfaoooo. How many birds can you name just by looking at them? Uhhhh a pretty decent amount, I'd say. Which birds are most common around your neighborhood? Crows, sparrows, cardinals and bluejays if you're lucky, robins... pretty basic stuff like that. What do you think is the most interesting sea creature? Octopi are absolutely fascinating with their intelligence. How do you reset your head to zero, so to speak? Take a nap. That usually works. Have you ever gone exploring an abandoned building? Yeah, I love that shit and really wish I could do it more. Bring my camera, too. Are there any foreign television shows you enjoy watching? Some animes. Do you have any clocks in your house that chime when the hour changes? Do those types of clocks annoy you? No. I actually quite like them, though. Has anyone ever let you borrow some of their music, promising you'd love it, but you really didn't? Did you lie to the person and agree, or tell the truth, that you hated it? My dad lent me his Shinedown CD once clearly without thinking I could just look up the album online, haha... He's an old clueless man, leave 'im be. But anyway, of course I listened to it for him and I enjoyed it; I especially loved "The Human Radio," "Kill Your Conscience" and "Pyro." Have you had the same doctor pretty much your whole life, or have you went to a bunch of different ones over the years? Have you ever been to the doctor thinking something was horribly wrong with you, but it turned out to be something minor? Mine has changed a few times, but I haven't had "a bunch." As for the second question, not to my recollection. Is the background on your phone a default picture, or a picture you took? What is the picture of? The lock screen is a pastel-styled list of mental health reminders: "i am strong, i am loved, i am enough." My home screen has been some adorable meerkat pups for a while, which I didn't take. What is your favorite type of print (ex: zebra, stripes, argyle)? Do you have a lot of things with this print on it? Ummmm maybe plaid? No. Are there any stores you feel uncomfortable going into (ex: if you dress girly, do you feel uncomfortable going into Hot Topic)? Are there any stores that you refuse, or just never go in to? The only situation I could think of would be a sex shop. That'd be so fuckin uncomfortable. What is your favorite brand of clothing? Is this a brand that is sort of expensive, or is it pretty affordable? I'm heavily biased towards Cloak, haha. I just support anything and everything Mark takes part it, and it's his and jacksepticeye's business. I have one shirt and it's genuinely great quality and reall comfy. I wouldn't call its products expensive, but they're not cheap, either. What person do you text the most? My mom or Sara, depending on the day. Do you have any pictures that always make you laugh, or cry? Are they digital pictures, or printed pictures? What is the significance? No. Not pictures I have anymore, at least. Have you ever eaten raw pumpkin? Omg I would never. I hate the flavor of any sort of pumpkin food. Does your car have a name? I don't have my own car, but Mom jokingly calls hers "Olivia." Who was the last person you made plans with? One of my sister's in-laws that's actually the mother of one of my closest friends contacted me to plan some family pictures. What is the rudest thing someone has done recently towards you? I can't think of anything recent. How do you feel about your hair right now? It needs to be trimmed and dyed. How fast have you driven a car? I think accidentally leaning towards 80 on a highway. When you're hanging out with friends + you become bored, do you just leave or endure the boredom? Given I can't leave without a car, I deal with it. What did you last plug into your computer? What were you doing with this? The charger for obvious reasons. What color(s) have you dyed your hair? Red, purple, black, then red, purple, and lighter brown highlights. I really wish I could dye it more and actually have the color stick... Was your first kiss perfect? It was to me. What song did you hear last? I have "Over The Mountain" by Ozzy on now. (: Does anyone have any blackmail on you? No. Have you ever walked into the guys' bathroom? HA, once during a teacher work day (my mom was an assistant) at my elementary school. My sisters and friends went in there to be little "rebels." I remember being mega confused with urinals, haha. Then as a teen and adult, I've been in the dance studio's boy's restroom as well as a church's to help Mom clean. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My therapist. Are you shy? I am VERY shy. Are you talkative? Generally, no, but when I'm in a very good mood, I tend to be. Has your most recent ex ever seen you cry? Oh jeez, she saw me wail once. When was the last time you were called "cute"? I'm not sure. Would you rather be called "hot", "cute" or "beautiful"? "Beautiful." Do you have a little sister? Yep. Definitely not "little" anymore, though. About to have her Master's in social work... How many arguments have you had with the last person you kissed? Given our childhood, we've fought a lot, but mostly just as kids over very, very stupid things. As adults, we've had a serious argument once or twice and then just some very minor disagreements sprinkled in there. Do you know anyone who's been arrested? Oh yes. What're you planning on doing after this? Another survey. What time did you go to sleep last night? Damn, it wasn't even 8:00. I was EXHAUSTED and actually slept decently for once in my life. Do you like waking up to good morning texts in the morning? I mean, I'd think most people would. It's a sweet, easy way of someone showing they care and think about you. Have you left some things unsaid with a certain person? Yeah. What was the last thing that made you happy? We had syrup to add to my breakfast, haha. I don't know if these are a thing everywhere, but I looove what we just call "pancakes on a stick," which is like a corndog, but with sausage and pancake batter. Dipping it in syrup is amaaaaaaziiiiiiing. Do you like the smell of rain? I don't love it, but it's refreshing sometimes. It's mostly just associated with a bittersweet memory, so it can be triggering to smell. I know, that sounds immensely stupid. What was the last thing you took a picture of? A very, very relatable meme to show Sara, haha. She doesn't have a Facebook, so that'll do. When you go to McDonald's, what drink do you usually get? I always get a Coke. What’s the nickname of your home state? Tar Heel State, from discovering tar in the since aptly-named Tar River. Have you ever thought about your wedding? I mean duh. What’s the worse type of weather in your opinion? Hot and humid, ugh. Especially right after a summer afternoon thunderstorm. It's unbearable. You can't fucking breathe outside, and you set one foot out of the door and it's soaked. Do you have a Kindle or iPad or neither? Neither. Would you rather read or write? Write. When was the last time someone took a picture of you? The time Misty visited last month and we were taking family pictures. Would you rather see Taylor Swift or Carrie Underwood in concert? I wouldn't pay for either or even willingly go to one or the other, but if I had to go for whatever reason, Carrie. She has a beautiful voice as well as a good handful of songs I actually like. I'm not a Taylor fan; there are only like, two old songs by her I enjoy. When someone screws you over, do you get back with revenge? No. I may not be the best at adulting, but damn, I'm not that bad. Name something negative that you hate about yourself? I overthink like a motherfucker. About everything. Is there a dead end road near where you live? I live on one. Huh, that's actually been the case three times... wow. Four if you count the apartment. Who are you tired of seeing in the news a lot (celebrities)? I don't care. I don't even pay attention to the news, other than Covid updates. Have you ever had to call and complain about a product you bought? No. Name something positive you love about yourself: I care a lot about people. Can you smell anything right now? No, besides however my house naturally smells that I'm numb to. Have you spoken to a relative on the phone today? No. How does alcohol affect you? I flush in my face very obviously, and I become more outgoing and talkative. Have you ever eaten tofu and if so, did you enjoy it? I've never tried it, but I very much doubt I'd enjoy it. What was the last type of meat you ate? Pork. What colour is your toothpaste? Blue and white. Have you ever been suspended from school? No. Have you ever inhaled helium? Once, I believe. Are you a fan of Adam Sandler? Yeah, I think he's pretty funny and a talented actor. What was the last fruit you ate? An apple. A candied apple for Valentine's Day, but still an apple, haha. Have you ever watched Parks and Recreation? With Sara's family, yeah. It was fine. Have you watched a movie this week? I haven't watched a movie in many months. Have you set an alarm today? Yeah, just to ensure I was up for group therapy today. Have you asked someone for advice today? No. What was the last website you were on, other than this one? YouTube. Have you ever been to Hawaii? No, but it'd be cool. Well, thinking about the humidity... Have you watched more than an hour of TV today? No; I haven't watched television in a long time. Do you keep magazines by your toilet? No. The last time you got dressed up, where did you go? I got my makeup done and put on a dress for a Halloween "witch" shoot with my friend and some other people. The pictures pretty much don't exist because they're blurry as shit and way too dark because we left too late. I don't know why we even left the house to do it by the time everyone figured their shit out. I was really disappointed because I thought Summer made me look really, really pretty. ;_; Did the one person who hurt you the most in your life apologize? Yes, but I don't know if he really meant it. He might have just wanted me off his back, but I kinda feel now that he meant it, at least regarding how it happened. Are you proud of who you are? Only in the sense that I think I have a good heart. Otherwise, no. I've accomplished so little. Have you ever been to Costco? We don't have those here, so no. Do/did you have to wear a uniform to your high school? No, thank Christ. Only in middle school. How many video games do you own? A whole lot. Have you ever been to a casino? If so, which one(s)? No. Have you ever visited a sex shop? No. How many sets of keys do you have for your house? One. Do you give spare keys to your place to your friends and family? Our landlord/family friend has one. Then obviously my sisters do, too. Have you ever ridden a bicycle through a busy city? Oh hell no. Do you use Instagram? How often do you post there? Yes, two for each of my photography "styles." I don't post a lot myself, but I react to stuff. When was the last time you high-fived someone? I believe the last time I was at my sister's and my nephew caught a Pokemon on his first throw in Pokemon GO. He and his sister LOVE that game; that's the first thing they ask to do when I come over, haha. Their dad doesn't like it because it's "evil" (which he finds most things, really...), and it's something I could roll my eyes into the back of my head about, but I still have to respect his parenting and ask if they can play it first. He let's 'em, just not long. He also took away the Pikachu plushy I gave Aubree because it's her favorite one. :^) Guess who doesn't fuckin like him lmao. Do you like writing? How often do you write? I love writing! I don't do it very much nowadays except through surveys, though. RP is kinda on pause, so surveys is really how I just get stuff out, even if it isn't creative. Are there any posters or artworks hanging in your living room? Artwork and family photos, yes. What's your favourite place to get pizza? I'm a basic bitch that loves her some Domino's. How many times have you been to the beach? Quite a few times. We live only like two hours away, and considering Myrtle Beach is a common dance competition location, we've been a couple handfuls of instances. Has there ever been a fire inside your house? Tell me the story. No. After we moved out of my childhood house though that we actually owned, the fucking idiots who were moving in completely roasted it to pitch by setting boxes on the goddamn stove and accidentally turning it on. The house had to be entirely rebuilt. My parents were livid considering it was THEIR house. Have you ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal? No. What was the best school project you remember doing? I actually really enjoyed the huge essay I did on toxic masculinity the last time I tried college. I've always been very firm about letting men be humans and not emotionless robots, but I learned a lot more while researching and writing. Name a video game you can play over and over again: Shadow of the Colossus is #1. I've beaten it at least 30 times, maybe even 40+; it's been too long since I've seen the save files. It's a relatively short game (you can beat it in less than like, four hours if you know what you're doing) and just very relaxing yet simultaneously absolutely epic to me. God, I want a PS4 to play the remaster, like beyond words. It looks incredible, and I want to try to get white Agro. Have you ever petted a cow, a sheep, or a pig? A pig, yes. I love pigs.

[gravelgirty]

A Chain of Boblinks: Plurality of birds in English, Language of the Mad

Among the English-speaking birders of the world, there exists a cliche, a private, giggling club of words that describe the plurality of the birds they stalk.

If you decided to suddenly turn over the English language into the care of bubbly, vivacious citizen scientists who do it for love and perks (because there sure isn’t any money in it), this is the sort of thing that would be normal.

So, without further ado, we’ll illuminate some of the words and explain to non-bird lovers/struggling students of an ungrateful mishmash language).

We’ll go by the list on this page HERE for the basics.

PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR HORRIBLE PUNS, AWESOME PUNS, AND CLEVER WORDPLAY.

1) A KETTLE of Hawks:

Hawks save energy by riding thermals. When they leave a thermal (which is an updraft) they often shoot down, briefly, before they hitch into the next thermal. This up and down movement is so much like food bobbing in a boiling pot, the descriptive KETTLE was perhaps inevitable.

This descriptive iss ort of difficult to find in visual form.

2) A CHAIN of Bobolinks:

Quite often, the jokes write themselves. LINKS are what you call the segmented portions of a chain, so a lot of BoboLINKS make a CHAIN. Get it? Huh? Get it?

3) A WAKE of Buzzards

Americans think of buzzards in only one way--sober hearse-chasers patiently waiting for heroes to die pointless deaths in the desert. They’re blessedly efficient dispersers of road kill, but like Granny’s third cousin the Sin-Eater, people usually don’t feel quite comfortable around them. So they use them to symbolize death and those who glory in death. The ‘Wake’ is how folks celebrate/sit up with the dead--not to wake them up, but rooted in the older word, wyke, implies the vigil of the ceremony.

4) A VATICAN of Cardinals:

This might have passed for high wit once; cardinals are what the old-timers called ‘redbirds’ because...well, there aren’t any other birds that red over there. Catholic cardinals wear red from head to toe, so, there you go. Chas Addams was one of the many to make jokes connecting the birds with priests, so pat yourself on the back if you chuckled--your humor is good enough for THE NEW YORKER.

(This image created by Chas Addams)

A MEWING of Catbirds:

Not only does the script write itself on this one, it chases you down the road and whacks you on the back of the head with a hefty Webster’s. Catbirds are the lower-dollar version of the mockingbird. They have a shorter range of calls that “meow”, as opposed to the Mockingbird. Both, incidentally, have positive associations in the vernacular of the Southern States--sitting on the Catbird Seat means you are, like the catbird, high up and lord of all you survey (catbirds have chosen perches by which they run through their rota of calls, over and over and over, usually right by your bedroom window). And mockingbirds recall us to the poignant phrase from Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird--spare the bird that gives us music.

...even if it is music it stole from other birds.

Fun fact: There’s an old English saying, “All cats were grey in the beginning” Catbirds are as grey as any greymalkin and you can be quite startled to see a batch of stormcloud sing at you.

(This photo taken from Wikipedia Creative Commons; CATBIRD)

A BANDITRY Of Chickadees:

It doesn’t matter if you are a Black-Capped Chickadee, or a Chestnut-Backed Chickadee, Carolina Chickadee, Boreal Chickadee, Gray-Headed Chickadee, Mexican, or Mountain Chickadee. They are united in their brazen, cheerful approach to your bird feeder. We’re pretty sure Robin Hood and his Merry Men would have taken the little butterballs to heart.   Their eyes are invariably within a bandit’s mask of black feathering, a marking that has led to a few people calling them, ‘those badger birds’ or ‘raccoon birds’

[pern-dragon]

The story of our cross country 3 day drive to move to MN from NV

So, it was a bear getting everything packed up and loaded and cleaning at least somewhat. We still have no further offers on the house after the other one fell through due to buyer financing.

We left at 9:20 am Vegas time on that Wednesday 5-22, and I drove the Kia Soul with the 3 cats the whole day, while Brad and Bill traded off driving the 26' Penske truck towing my car on a car carrier. The first day was pretty okay.

I gave Godzilla the sedative medication that morning, and within the first hour of driving, he stress pooped in the disposable litter tray, which was not a fun smell. He had started off meowing, but then stopped soon after, and Binx ended up being the one who was screaming non-stop. I had us pull over to check on them about an hour in because I got scared that I had drugged Zilla and he had died, and the poop was him voiding his bowels in death, and that's why Binx was screaming so much, because he was sharing a carrier with a dead companion! Fortunately, that was not the case, and Zilla was just stoned. We cleaned him and the litter tray up as best we could, and then got back on the road.

Less than an hour later AGAIN, we stopped and I gave Binx about 60% of the dose of med that was the prescribed dose, since Zilla had already had his for a couple hours. I just needed him to calm down and be quiet. Well, not long after we got on the road again, I hear Binx scratching at the nylon carrier. I thought he was messing up the zipper.

Later, I got scared when BINX SUDDENLY POPPED UP BETWEEN THE FRONT CAR SEATS, UNDER MY ELBOW, LIKE AN ALIEN FACEHUGGER! When we stopped next, we tried to put him back in, but he had ripped a hole BESIDE the zipper, so we tried to tape it up, and it didn't work.

Later that day, we were heading into the mountains, and I had a STONED BINX WANDERING THROUGH MY CAR. During this: https://twitter.com/BradThomte/status/1131340948334505984

I spent the trip following behind the truck, so I could keep an eye on everything, and so I could run block for any lane changes we needed. Thank goodness we got the walkie talkies--they were the best damn purchase for that whole trip!

Eventually, Binx determined he could just lie down on the remaining half of the passenger seat that was not covered by a cooler or on the cat food bin in the floorboard of the back passenger seat. He would doze off, but any time we changed speed to stop or things got hairy with going up and down mountains, he would perk up and start wandering again. Like, DUDE, sit the fuck DOWN while I'm trying to drive in precarious ways! I need BOTH hands for this, not fending you off with one!

The first night motel guy ended up saying they wouldn't accept cats, WHEN I HAD SPECIFICALLY SEARCHED FOR THAT WHEN I BOOKED THE ROOMS THROUGH HOTELS.COM! Eventually he capitulated and said only 2 cats in one room, which is what we said we had anyway (since Buttons is in her own carrier and doesn't make noise anwyay), so we got everyone in for the night.

Day 2 was awful. On the first stop to potty and gas up, not very long into the day, in Colorado, the gas station was narrow and there wasn't much room to maneuver in the parking lot, so when they pulled through after getting gas, there was a car that wasn't pulled far enough into its spot, and it looked like the trailer was going to hit it, so they tried to back up, but the wheel well of the trailer then scratched into the plastic of the bumper. The guy was in the back of the convenience store, since he worked for the chain, and was able to come out and move forward enough to get out of the way, but by that time, they had unhitched the trailer in an attempt to move it on its own, and the guy called to make a police report for the car accident, and then when we tried to get the trailer hitched back up, the ball got caught up, and the jack stripped, so then we had to call for roadside assistance to get an industrial strength jack to get the trailer hooked back up. That took about 2 hours, with the cats just hanging in the car.

Eventually we got back on the road. Then somewhere between mile marker 133 and 134, THE JACK FELL OFF THE TRAILER. I watched it bounce off into the median. Thank the powers that be that it didn't hit my car, or me driving the Soul, or any other vehicle!

That day was awful even more because we were up and down in the mountains, and we went through at least 4 separate snowstorms doing it. At one point we were over 10,000 miles in elevation, and the temperature was 30 degrees at the lowest I saw on the car dash. There were points at which the truck wouldn't go faster than 30 mph uphill, and we rode with our hazards on almost the whole time. O.o It got to be unnerving to see semis rushing up behind me UPHILL. And then we rode the brakes downhill since having that much weight get runaway would be very bad.

It was after dark by the time we got to the destination, and at that time, I was riding passenger with Bill driving the truck, and Brad was driving the Soul with the cats so I could have a break. We got off the highway, and turned the wrong direction, so the google map showed a way for us to turn down roads to circle back and go the other direction. Well, it was raining AGAIN by that time, and the side roads were nothing but mud. At one point, the trailer just started fishtailing and pulling the truck sideways, and it's only by Bill's skill at compensating for that that we didn't end up in the ditch. We got back out the the road, but we couldn't see Brad's lights anymore. Turns out he had gotten stuck! So, we said we'd go to the motel and then call for a tow truck to come to him since we couldn't risk those roads again.

It was about 10 pm now. Well, the turn off to get to the motel was not clearly marked, and we turned one entry too early, which took us BACK ONTO THE FUCKING HIGHWAY, and it was 10 miles before there was an exit to be able to turn around. So, while we drove an extra 20 miles for no good reason, Brad fortunately managed to get the Soul unstuck, but got terrified when BINX DECIDED THAT WAS A GOOD TIME TO TRY TO EXPLORE WHILE THE DOOR WAS OPEN AND BRAD WAS ROCKING THE CAR IN THE MUD. Like, seriously, Binx?

Brad got to the motel and we eventually got there, and he was trying to smuggle the cats in through the side door, but the side door kept fragging the doorkey whenever Brad tried to use it, so one of us had to be there to hold the door open for him to get in and then run down the hallway to open the room door to get the cats inside. That night we were sore and frazzled and the next day was the longest stretch of miles, but it wasn't going to be in mountains, so we made sure we got a full night's rest before leaving the next morning.

The 3rd day was almost anticlimactic after the 2nd day's trials and tribulations. We got to the house before dark, and we moved the bed in so we could sleep on it that night.

The next day we unloaded the truck and had Penkse send roadside assist to deal with the trailer since we didn't have a jack anymore, and they just took it with them, so that was nice. Sunday morning my folks came in, and my dad helped us put up celing fans and change out lights, and we got a bunch of stuff for the house. I bought a shit ton of furniture stuff on wayfair.com, and it's been coming in bit by bit. We went to Ikea a couple days ago with Bill and Megan and got a piece to go under where the TV is now hung on the wall: https://twitter.com/BradThomte/status/1134269183108292611. I'm still waiting for the bed to be delivered since THEY FORGOT TO LOAD IT ON THE TRUCK WHEN THEY DELIVERED THE DRESSERS, the daybed for my office (it likely won’t be here til late this month, meanwhile, the mattress for it is still in the box in the office), and the pantry storage cabinet’s replacement parts (the package was bashed up, so several parts were disintegrated on corners or dinged and dented, and about 30% of the hardward was missing!) to arrive. We already got the dining table and 4 chairs, 2 nightstands, and I put together an above the toilet standing shelf for the guest bathroom and a 3 level cubby shelf for by the door to the garage. We’ve finally been able to start to unpack because we just got the dressers, but we still can’t unpack too much becasuse we don’t have desks to put things in, and the bathroom space/ storage is SO MUCH LESS than what we had in Vegas.

So, there's the daunting, sometimes harrowing details of the trip. Since we've been here at the new house, we've seen: bunnies: https://twitter.com/BradThomte/status/1133723281842941952, deer (Brad has since bought feed corn to put out on the stump in our yard she was eating on): https://twitter.com/BradThomte/status/1137142181607723008, beaver, squirrels: https://twitter.com/BradThomte/status/1133355929146150912, cardinals, bluejays, woodpeckers, finches, dove, other tiny birds: https://twitter.com/BradThomte/status/1132802891637493760, a corvid (dunno if it's a crow or a raven), ducks, geese, bat, frog: https://twitter.com/BradThomte/status/1138105379181776896, chipmunk, AND A RACCOON THAT EATS THE BIRDSEED ON OUR DECK: https://twitter.com/BradThomte/status/1133539604949340160. Brad now has to bring in the birdfeeders off the deck at night so the raccoon doesn't destroy it all. He named her Spoons, after our friend Derek: https://twitter.com/BradThomte/status/1133541051917115393 There’s a second, bigger, meaner raccoon that fucks with Spoons, and we chase him off any time he comes up on the deck to stir up trouble. He’s pretty fearless, so we may have to get some pepper spray for him.

[eats-the-stars]

and even in casual conversations, it’s often surprisingly easy to impress people with random knowledge. like I don’t consider myself an expert on birds but I was once hanging out with friends who apparently knew next to nothing about birds beyond “cardinals are the red ones, that’s a pigeon, crows are black, flamingos are pink,” and like, entry-level stuff. And I didn’t know this until I pointed out a chickadee at the birdfeeder and was like “oh cute a chickadee” and they were like “holy shit that’s what those little dudes are called?” and I was surprised because I feel like everybody knows what chickadees look like. and after that I just started naming all the birds that came up to the feeder. they recognized a robin, but had not even heard of a grackle, which I had to use google to convince them it wasn’t a crow. the other birds we saw were the usual kind you see, sparrows, starlings, finches. they also just about went nuts when i pointed out a woodpecker up in a tree farther back, since they had no idea we even have woodpeckers around here and thought they only lived like, in super heavily forested areas where no people live. so all i had to do was recite some common bird knowledge, like how some people use fake owls like scarecrows to deter woodpeckers if they start messing with your house, and how cardinals can be territorial assholes during their breeding season, and how there’s actually a bird called the catbird because it sounds a lot like it meows, and apparently that was all it took for me to be like a bird wizard to them. just knowing some random bird facts and being able to vaguely identify all these birds in my own backyard. so yeah, sometimes random knowledge you have can come in handy, even if it’s just to entertain a couple of friends for a few hours. also later that year we had a bird identification test in my bio class and i got mobbed to join study groups because apparently nobody in my high school knew what an osprey or an oriole looked like. barring a few other kids who were...animal nerds? but smart enough not to raise their hand in class and ask the teacher if this test was really necessary since all of this was common knowledge. not my brightest moment, but for real, if you can’t pick out which bird is the red-winged blackbird when it looks exactly like it sounds...you have a problem. also it was all easy birds like magpies and red-tailed hawks and robins and loons. I dunno, maybe I just watched more animal planet as a kid than my classmates? But still, I aced that test so I guess I shouldn’t be complaining.

The most genius I’ve ever felt was when I was working in the physics lab. We had installed a camera at a pressure chamber window so we could watch a laser do pulse ablation on a metal plate. However, we had a problem no one could figure out; the laser would phase in and out on our live feed from the camera. The team was freaking out about the possibility of this 30k laser being defective and they were about to take apart the vacuum chamber when I was like “uh... guys? We’re firing the laser at 23 pulses per second.”

Mind you, I’m a sophomore at this point, working with 3 grad students and a professor. I’m at a point in my career where I can barely explain the math behind what research I’m actually doing.

The professor is like “.... Yeah? What about it?” And I explain: “Most cameras film at 24 frames per second. The laser looks like it’s phasing in and out because it’s out of phase with the camera” so we adjusted the pulse per second a bit until it was in phase and shockingly! It worked perfectly. The prof and the grad students just looked.. dumbfounded? And I guess camera fps rates aren’t common knowledge, at least to them. They treated me like I was the smartest person in the room even though the only reason I knew that information was from making gifsets of Pacific Rim when I was in high school

[freshlyjuicedbeetles]

The Cardinals’ Cats

 Cardinal Copia fanfiction

When Cardinal Copia came to the church, he also brought his two cats. Everyone seemed surprised, knowing his fascination with rats, but their brief lifespan saddened him. He didn’t think he could part with a pet so soon, while cats could live into their twenties if not thirties.

There was a tiny black female named Salem, as soft as can be with glowing gold eyes and an adorable meow. She could almost pass for a stuffed toy and Gomez, a fat grey tabby male.

The Cardinal had rescued them himself. Salem was an outright stray he had found wandering the streets alone as a kitten. Gomez was going to be killed via gunshot to the head as a kitten since the family who took in his mother didn’t want him. The Cardinal did not want to think about what happened to the rest of his litter.

The newer Sisters of Sin who hated cats and were relegated to the church’s grunt work groaned at the idea of taking care of the cats. However, they were surprised that Cardinal saw to the cats' needs himself.

“Why have a pet when you can’t care for them yourselves?” He would ask.

The Cardinal kept their litterboxes, toys, and beds in his private chambers, aside from plain cardboard box that Gomez treasured that was tucked in a corner of his office. The Cardinal took care to never leave a trace of the cats living there, but some of the church members had other ideas. While the halls, ritual areas, and sanctuary were kept free of cat paraphernalia, some church members liked to make beds out of old linens and baskets for them as well as the obligatory empty box in communal areas.

The cats had their routine. Breakfast at five, sunning time, (Salem would sit in the library window and watch the birds and Gomez would sleep in the sunbeams on the floor), lunchtime for the humans which they would try to sneak table scraps, nap time, dinner at four and they would retire to the Cardinal’s quarters at nine along with him.

Rumors swirled about Salem, that she was the Cardinal’s secret eye for misbehaving church members. It’s said that his white eye can see what she does. You bought something from Chick-Fil-A? Accidentally grooved out to Skillet? Salem knew. The Cardinal knew.

Salem liked to perch from high above everyone else and glower down at them, superiority wafting from her tiny presence. She didn’t even seem to like Copia that much. While she never made any trouble, she rarely listened to her Human or gave him affection, or anyone affection for that matter. Anyone who tried to touch her without her desire would be swatted at, bit or completely ignored. She took pets when she wanted them by grabbing her desires’ hand and pulling it to herself.

The only time Salem was sweet was when she was in the kitchen. She’d curl herself around the clergy’s and other church member’s legs, look up to them with her big yellow eyes, pleadingly. She wanted meat. Preferably turkey slices but was just as fond of bacon. Not catnip or cat treats; meat.

Gomez could be found lounging in the middle of a desk in the library, front paws curled demurely with his back legs splayed out and a happy grin on his face like the fat and furry mermaid he thought he was. His favorite toy was a ratted tuff of feathers held together in a plastic ferrule which used to be attached to a string and pole, but he tore off after days of play. Gomez could be seen throwing the tuff in the air and scrambling after it. Often, he could be seen crying at doorways because his beloved toy had managed to slide under them.

Where Salem was sour, Gomez was sweet. He loved affection and freely gave it. Members of the church and congregation happily greeted him with a scratch behind the ears or a toss of his feathered toy. When children became wards of the Church and spent their first few nights there, the Cardinal would bring Gomez in to sooth them. He would sit happily in their little laps, his weight and fluff felt calming to the children (or anyone having a bad day), purring and rubbing his face against their own tear-soaked ones while the Cardinal assured them that everything would be alright.

Gomez and Salem needled at each other like siblings. Gomez would bite Salem’s tail or jump out and scare her but couldn’t take the retaliation. Whenever she got back at him, Gomez would run to the nearest safe space and pout.

While the Cardinal was busy with his duties, Salem was busy judging you and Gomez was busy being loved on, it was often the three would find themselves in the library late at night. The Cardinal would fall asleep studying ancient texts, an old tome open on his chest with Gomez was fast asleep on his lap and Salem curled on the back of his chair. It’s safe to say that they’ve found charmed lives with the Cardinal.

[kylequat]

monkey, 10/16/17 - 1/11/19

this was my cat, monkey. i adopted him from a friend who found him as a kitten and raised him, but then had to move to an apartment which didn’t allow pets. he went from an indoor cat in an apartment to an indoor cat in a pretty big house, which he would run laps around. he tried to go outside desperately all the time, but we couldn’t let him out bc he hadn’t been neutered yet. on halloween night, he broke out around 8 pm, and made it all the way to my friend’s house - a mile and a half away. he returned safely at 3 am. we got him neutered and microchipped, and i got him an adorable collar with a bow tie and name tag. we let him run around outside, since he’d made it to my friends house and back safely. we absolutely loved each other. my mom said he would meow for me all day when i was at school. he would flip onto his back when he saw me so i could pet his belly - something he apparently only did for me. he was a big boy and i could bury my face in his soft big belly - mutually beneficial. he got pet with a human face and i got to stick my face in a cats belly. he chilled with me all the time in my room, he had food, water and a litter box all there.

yesterday, i was petting him, and he went outside. i didn’t see him for a little while, but i wasn’t worried bc he did that a lot and was always fine.

then i got a text from the microchip company. someone had found him, and he was now at a nearby animal hospital. he didn’t need medical attention.

i thought it was a glitch at first. i had just seen him.

i looked at the location of the animal hospital and called them.

they said someone saw him get hit by a car at camden & charmeran, a busy intersection very close to my house. they took him to the animal hospital, but he was already dead once he got there.

it had been raining for a few days, which we were all thankful for, being in a part of california which didn’t get much rain.

this also made it harder to see on the roads, and slightly slippery.

people drive very fast on camden, especially around that turn.

i’m thankful someone saw it happen and took him quickly. he wasn’t wet, and when i got to see him, i had trouble believing he was dead. he looked fine. i pet him and rubbed his belly, and it felt like he was just asleep. he wasn’t even very cold.

i put him in a circular wood box lined with the LoZ blanket he liked to sleep on. my mother and i lit sage and thanked the powers of the four cardinal directions, and their correspondences. i buried him in my backyard near the corner of our fence, which he liked to sit on and keep “lookout” for us. i put the still-lit sage on top of his box, with two large pieces of petrified wood. i began burying it after the last embers died.

this morning, i sprinkled some weed on his grave (he liked the smell of it, i swear) and drank some coffee, and remembered the mornings where he made it difficult to get out of bed. he was a very persuasive cuddler. i smoked most of a joint, but let it go out before it was finished. i placed a buddha statue and more petrified wood over his grave to protect him, and buried the roach for him.

i loved this cat with all my heart and soul. he was the second soulmate i met in october. the other almost left me by the end of that month, but i got several months with this cat. he was the only thing that could comfort me after the loss of the first. they reminded me of each other heavily. people told me “hey, you didn’t get the guy, but you got a cat! that’s way better!” i didn’t believe that entirely at first, i was still distraught by the first loss. but this second loss honestly hit me harder. this cat loved me unconditionally and always wanted to be with me. he loved me like i loved the other. and i loved monkey, he was my son, my sweet big baby. i would hold him and put his head on my shoulder, swaying lightly while leaning back so his body weight was mostly on my chest. i would sing to him, and he would listen to he music i played. he always wanted to see what i was doing. he sat on my jacket as i embroidered it, almost drank paint water, and tried to grab my pencil with his hands. (this cat did not have front and back legs, he had arms and legs. very dexterous.) he would purposely walk into my weed clouds to get stoned. i did not force it on him. we would cuddle for hours, stoned and happy, with him purring loudly the whole time. sometimes, he would start purring just from me looking at him. he loved me so much. he was my child. i wanted to be with him forever. he was so young. he was only about two years old. my two dogs from childhood are now both 13 and 9, and my mom’s bf’s dog is 15. they’re all more bonded with my mother and her bf since she is home almost all day and they like to sleep on their bed much more than mine. i put them on my bed and they lie down for 15 minutes, then go back to my moms room. this was perfect for monkey, who now got me all to himself. i felt less lonely since the dogs had been like that before i got monkey. i always had a soft warm big kitty pressed against me, purring so loud he would blow air through his lips. he had the best smile. he looked so happy. i feel terrible that he died so soon after i got him. but i also know that all the time i had with him was full of perfect love, and he seemed like a cat in heaven. there was nothing i could’ve done to prevent it, so i try not to feel guilty, except for one thing: he left around 5-6 pm, and before that he had been meowing at me to feed him. he was already developing a gut because when i first got him, i just fed him whenever he was hungry. then i read the directions on the bag, which said to give him about 1/4 of that. i was giving him twice as much as recommended already, feeding him in the morning, usually around 7 am before i went to school, and 7 pm. he left just before 7 pm.

if i had fed him, he wouldn’t have left. he would’ve stayed and chunched and munched and cuddled me.

but he was an adventurous spirit, always very curious. yesterday, he just decided to try to explore a new area of the neighborhood.

there’s a stoplight about 2 blocks down the street from where this happened, which is dumb because there is a park which would be a much better spot for a crosswalk. but there isn’t even a crosswalk. to a park. it’s just a 4 lane 30 MPH road. next to a park.

if there was a crosswalk, people wouldn’t drive so fast right there. my mother has several stories of people and animals dying in that spot.

i miss my baby. my room feels empty.