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abby-howard · 1 year ago
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Your questions answered at last! She's doing good :3
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perfection incarnate. Even if she is constantly leaving various cat slimes all over her favorite bed
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khawla-gfm2 · 2 months ago
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📰Khawla's Family Campaign Update: 33📰
$4,575/$20,000 as of September 16th [10pm CDT]
Currently just $425 away from $5,000! which would get us to a 4th of the way to the goal!
Please help me get to $5,000 before this week ends, and to the campaign's initial goal of $20,000 as soon as possible!
If we can get 800 people to donate $20 we'll reach the full goal in no time!
Please consider donating even just $5 or $10 to help push the campaign further! and if you can't donate reblog/share the campaign so that more people who can donate may see it!
[For more information about this campaign for Khawla's family; check out the pinned post of this blog, the campaign page itself, or message me directly if you have any questions]
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jazzstarrlight · 4 months ago
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Welcome home, Shadow Hermes Starr! He's already met my roommate, his cat Ezri, a few of my friends, & I video called my grandmother since she wanted to see him too.
He's too smol for his collar rn. Lol.
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the-one-with-spider-brainrot · 10 months ago
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Cult of the lamb updated so yknow what that means? thats right more doodles of this fam and this fam alone yippee!!
I was not expecting the crown to jumpscare talk to me so now it gets a personality that’s fun
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He chucks a rock at a warehouse, seconds later activating his ability so the rock proceeds to explode next to the wall. It makes a sizeable dent and by all accounts he wants to do worse, but he's bound to get into more trouble by lingering.
So he tries to disappear just as fast as he appeared there, at least he feels a bit calmer internally.
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builder051 · 28 days ago
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Today’s plans are scrapped. I’m in the ER (again), but this time it’s for an injury. Someone accidentally let the cat out, and I thought I could sprint and catch him. I’ve been feeling quite good and strong lately, but uneven terrain still took me down.
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Here I am in the trauma bay. I’ve had some initial x-rays. I will be receiving super powered pain meds shortly. I am going to try try to reblog an old Stucky ankle injury story before I get too doped up.
I’ll put a pic of the terribly swollen foot under the cut. It’s not gory or bloody or anything. The joint just looks misshapen, and I don’t want to squick anyone.
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heavyedit · 4 months ago
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current year still needing to tell people that me using it/its doesn’t mean i’m nonbinary. how are you still not past this
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koa-z · 5 months ago
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does anyone else's cat ever pet them
like my cat will sometimes wake me up by like, repeatedly petting (not poking, she does the actual slow petting gesture) the places on my face where she likes to be pet. She won't need anything (other than attention maybe, but food & water are full), she'll just hang out and pet my chin/cheeks where she usually likes to be pet. Then I'll pet her, then she'll pet me. I don't think I've ever had cats do that before?
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tay-likes-toons · 1 year ago
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Part of trying to think of a modern times AU is accepting that Emma is the Victorian equivalent of the girl who married her high-school sweetheart right after graduation
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kep1er-net · 8 months ago
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bubble update ☆ hiyyih's new background and status: "(i said) i miss you (´•ɞ•̀ )" (translation credits)
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jazzstarrlight · 5 months ago
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My new kitten is coming home this Friday!🖤❤️😺💜💜
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wormclan-chaos · 10 months ago
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Wormclan Stories: Aftermath
Amberstar woke up alone.
The sun had not yet breached the horizon, the sky overhead the pale ghost of morning. Thin clouds drifted by, looking only as darker slices of sky as they were pushed by an unfelt wind. A chill gripped the earth with deadly claws, reaching up and out of every inch of ground to steal whatever warmth might still linger. The few scrubby plants growing alongside sprigs of rosemary were all coated in a thin layer of frost that glittered in the moonlight.
It could have almost been beautiful, the nearly-full moon draped over the landscape like its own fur, Silverpelt shining far above him. If Amberstar wasn’t lying amongst the freshly turned earth of his clanmates. Twenty-nine members of his clan, gone. Just like that. In only the time it took to flood their small basin they had made camp within. The pain of it lanced through his chest once again, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
This was too cruel. He had lost so much already; every cat he had ever loved had been taken from him, and what had Starclan ever done for him in return?
There had been nothing he could do for his deputy. Only Starclan knows why they would take a cat before they could even meet their children. When he recalled it, so long ago now, all he could see was the blood on the packed earth of the healer’s den, the small forms of the new kits writhing blindly as they searched for their mother. Their mother, Burnttooth, whose eyes were glassy and whose body had gone still only moments before.
He had watched as his patrols returned with news of his second love’s demise, the ground crumbling beneath her so fast the others barely had time to scramble away themselves, let alone go in after her. He couldn’t be angry with them, it wasn’t something he let himself do. They were only following his orders, after all. Yet as he watched them all pad away with their tails dragging in the dirt, he found a sliver of anger had wedged its way into his heart whether he liked it or not.
And Boughtrot, oh Boughtrot. He had spent so many nights sitting in the healer’s den, muttering his fears and doubts into his soft fur. Laying out everything he felt he couldn’t get right, everything his clanmates complained about. Boughtrot had always responded in a kind, soft meow. Soothed his insecurities and reminded him that he had been chosen for this. That Starclan knows what is needed, he must only have faith.
What had faith given him? The chance to watch in abject horror as the walls bowed inward and then burst, Boughtrot sending one last desperate look back before he was buried alive. When they dug him out, after dragging Amberstar physically away from the burrow entrance, his lungs were so full of dirt he couldn’t have taken another breath.
Finally, when all seemed lost, when Amberstar believed he would be alone until every one of his lives had run its course, he met Hiyoko.
The gray tabby tom had waltzed into the clan with very little care, and at first many of them were dubious (Amberstar included). But life finds a way of surprising, and he also waltzed his way right into Amberstar’s life. Slow walks around the territory talking about everything and nothing, bringing Hiyoko prey as an excuse to hear stories of far away places he had seen in his days as a loner. Staying out late to watch the stars, making up shapes in them and imagining what it might be like in Starclan.
Now Hiyoko knew, and Amberstar was the one left behind.
The cold had sunk so deep into Amberstar’s bones by now, he knew if he didn’t move he may not be able to again. Though all his nine lives were still perfectly intact, his joints took any opportunity to remind him he had been around perhaps too long. After the flood, there was only himself and Sorreldew who remained from when Amberstar had first followed his strange instinct into the dark. The weight of this knowledge dogged his steps as he did one final loop of every new grave. He spoke softly to each mound of earth, brushing his muzzle so close his breath disturbed the dirt faintly. His whiskers brushed them, and every time he almost imagined he could still smell them. Could conjure to himself back their spirits just by willing it, that somehow Starclan would grant him this impossible wish.
In truth, they were only cold ground in Leaf-bare; beginning to freeze.
Amberstar stopped at last at the grave of Sporestripe, his dearest advisor and friend. He felt his throat attempt to strangle his lungs, an action that pulled out of him a dreadful twisted sound. A kind of half-sob, half-whimper. He crouched low to the ground, pressing the tip of his nose to the small mushroom he’d carefully transported there. He knew from experience (and Boughtrot’s adamant warnings) which ones were poisonous and which ones could safely be eaten; this one was poisonous, so he had taken great care to wrap it in large leaves ripped from the undergrowth in order to transport it. It wouldn’t hurt him more than itching a little later, if he refrained from eating it.
What would Wormclan think of him here, quivering like a frightened kit? Amberstar found he couldn’t bring himself to care. When they had all first gathered together under one banner, Sporestripe had been only a kit. Left behind in a hollow log at the edge of the camp by a stranger they never met, nor could Sporestripe remember. He remembered practically raising them with Burnttooth at his side, not remotely knowing then what they would all become to each other. The cat that may as well have been his first kit, and was certainly Wormclan’s first real kit raised by the clan at large, could no longer be roused from a mound of earth.
Amberstar felt a scream building in his throat, pressing on the back of his tongue in its haste to escape from his muzzle. He lay down the rest of the way and pressed his paws over his eyes, forcing the feeling into a low, drown out hiss instead. Who knew what would be out here, in the frigid morning, waiting for something as cold and unawares as him? He couldn’t afford to be loud enough to attract something bigger than him.
Wormclan couldn’t lose anyone else.
With a violent push, Amberstar was on his paws, disturbing the mushroom slightly. He carefully righted it, looking down at it with all the grief he couldn’t hold in his heart. He tried to will it into the small fungus, leaving it behind in the graveplace rather than carrying it all the way home. It would still weigh him down from here, but maybe it could be manageable. Maybe it wouldn’t feel like all he would ever know.
“I hope Starclan knows how much they do not deserve you,” Amberstar muttered darkly to it, to Sporestripe’s memory. “I do not forgive them for this.”
Amberstar stalked home.
He did not watch the stars again for many moons.
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blursed-ninjago-ideas · 1 year ago
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I have never used the queue function before in my life and I'm not starting now.
The inbox is empty except for the older asks that I still have ambitions for. Doing those will take some mental combat with myself, but that's it's own mess.
-Ivy
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twilighttheater · 2 years ago
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He's known him for years at this point, and he still has no idea what the hell his dynamic is with Svern.
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When a little animal chooses to lie in a little circle beside you because it feels protected and safe and is letting you know by purring.
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the-re-farmer · 4 months ago
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What a morning - good stuff and not to good stuff!
There is definitely and up side to the girls being up during the night and sleeping during the day. It means there is someone up and about to keep an eye on things. My younger daughter came downstairs to discover our entry way flooded, and water pouring down the stairs to the basement. We still have the washing machine set up with a hose extension. When we do laundry, we run the hose through…
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