#cats china tour

[elita-prime1]

GUYS I THINK WERE GONNA HAVE A MALE CASS SWING

Apperently aaron david jenkings ( swing on cats china tour posted this an am freaking out!

[white-cat-of-doom]

He runs through the crowd to detect any issues.

Sam Brown as Munkustrap.

International Tour in Xi'an; 12 November 2024.

[gotham-native]

the fact this is supposed to be the same character hurts me

i just in recent tours the make up for me at least has been the weakest part and i think it's especially noticeable in some of the background toms

please tell me i'm not alone in this

[cillyscribbles]

hang in there little guy!!!

[cryptidvoidwritings]

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[icantbelieveitsnotbomba]

[pitviperofdoom]

Any book recommendations? That remind you of fanfics you write? That inspire you? Or you just plain like?

Pretty much anything by Tamora Pierce, she's the kind of writer I want to be. The Protector of the Small series is my favorite of the bunch, but you do kind of have to read Song of the Lioness and The Immortals first, which are both also extremely good. They're all four-book series but I race right through them.

Favorite Neil Gaiman books are: Good Omens, The Graveyard Book, and The Ocean at the End of the Lane.

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao is Pacific Rim meets Handmaid's Tale meets Hunger Games in a science fantasy version of China. Great book if you love it when a female character is also a rabid honey badger.

The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzie Lee. Bisexual british lordling goes on his Grand Tour with his best friend/crush, hijinks and manhunts ensue. I haven't read the other two books of the trilogy yet but I intend to.

Currently rereading The Lord of the Rings and loving it.

Tailchaser's Song by Tad Williams: cat-based xenofiction, but tone-wise it's more Watership Down than Warrior Cats. Rich animal fantasy with a kiss of cosmic horror.

Big fan of Jane Austen, favorites are Northanger Abbey and Pride and Prejudice. In the same vein, Evelina by Fanny Burney came out before Jane Austen's novels but occupies a similar vein of romantic satire of 18th century British society.

The original Arthur Conan Doyle Sherlock Holmes stories are genuinely so good, I need to reread The Hound of the Baskervilles.

The Redwall series basically raised me as a child. A lot of my feelings about how stories should go come from what I absorbed from Redwall.

If graphic novels count, Mouse Guard by David Petersen.

[real-reulbbr-band]

do you have any favorite victoria actor(s) ? and your favorite victoria designs !!

Oooo very good question, thank you! This post ended up being longer then intended so I'll make a separate one for just my favorite actresses. For now we focus on designs.

Miao Sijia - CATS China Tour, 2012.

Jabnia Sarai - CATS Mexico Tour, 2018.

Natalia Maria Wojciechowska - CATS Warsaw, 2004.

Mineko Baba - CATS Shiki Theatre company, 2014.

Ellis Van Evert - CATS Paris, 1990.

Yeira Geano - CATS Cibao Grand Theatre, 2021.

Annette Wimmer - CATS Zurich, 1992.

[9w1ft]

what's the gold and red thingy in the cleaning cart?

i’m pretty sure that’s a golden lucky cat statue that you often see in japanese or chinese restaurants or stores, that’s meant to bring in business.

the first time taylor had a public brush with these statues was wayyyy back when during speak now tour in singapore. you can see liz in the clip, btw!

here’s the fan wiki link about it:

[white-cat-of-doom]

A simple ball of yarn is a great joy to play with.

Rhianne Alleyne as Bombalurina.

International Tour in Beijing, 24 November 2024.

[jelliclebellsthatjelliclesring]

It’s so plain it physically hurts

the fact this is supposed to be the same character hurts me

i just in recent tours the make up for me at least has been the weakest part and i think it's especially noticeable in some of the background toms

please tell me i'm not alone in this

[snowball-doie]

would love more of sooah with the boys pretty please

Mark is the perfect husband material. He’s like the Johnny of the group, always taking care of everyone, looking after Sooah the most, being attentive to everyone’s needs, being incredibly romantic, and really good at sex (albeit on the more vanilla side in comparison to some of the others). Sooah relies on Mark a lot… It’s a comfort to him because that makes him feel loved and needed.

Renjun’s just Sooah’s cuddle bug— Even more so than Haechan. He’s like a big cat the way he’ll flop on her or nuzzle her or just poke her over and over again to get her attention. He is so incredibly whipped for her, it’s not even funny. The boys can’t believe how he’ll do anything and everything Sooah asks of him; But she always reciprocates by babying the shit out of him, which Renjun loves so much omfg. He’s the biggest pretty princess known to man. If Sooah could, she’d keep Renjun trapped in bed all day (preferably naked) so that he doesn’t have to lift a finger or worry his pretty head about a single thing.

Sooah does this thing where she scratches behind Jeno’s ear, and it makes him pant and tap his foot like a dog. It was embarrassing for him the first few times it happened, but she thinks it’s the most adorable thing in the world. She loves praising him and scratching behind his ear— He melts into her now, his eyes rolling shut, his arms wrapping around her waist as he leans his entire body weight on her.

Haechan is always fighting for Sooah’s sole attention. He was in love with her first, he wanted to date her first, and even though he is over the moon happy with getting to date the boys too— The ideals situation for him tbh— he cravvessssss Sooah’s attention. He’s practically falling at her feet. She thinks it’s adorable, so she plays into it, doing that thing Mark does where they both ignore him just to get him riled up and more desperate until they can’t take it anymore and crack under how cute he is. He’ll get all giddy and cling to her. Literally. He’ll hang off her for the entire day, bragging about how she’s all his, making Renjun a little bit jealous.

I’ve talked about how Nomin love to tease Renjun and Sooah to get flustered reactions out of them, but Jaemin is the biggest culprit in that scheme. That iconic curled-up lip grin he has is a sign that he’s up to no good, and the second Sooah catches a glimpse of it, she goes into interrogation mode to figure out what he’s up to. “Nothhinngggggg.” “Liar.” “Me?? Neverrrr.” Meanwhile he’s planning on slowly stripping out of his clothes throughout the evening spent at home until he disappears entirely, and when Sooah goes looking for him, she finds him waiting on her bed, naked, with that big grin on his face, “Took you long enough.” Ong he’ll also do that thing where he’ll be like, “Noona… My muscles are sore from practice… Can you help me?” And he’s waving his muscle relaxer ointment in her face. When she gives in and starts rubbing his arms, back, thighs, etc. Jaemin flexes just to show off.

Chenle likes to sneak off to China with Sooah. She doesn’t really get it…. But my Dom!Chenle post is literally just how Chenle is with Sooah, always showering her with attention and gifts, trying to show her off. One day they’ll be home, the next day the boys’ll be wondering why the hell their Life360 says Chenle and Sooah landed in Shanghai. He’s also really bad at taking care of his hair lowkey. When he dyes it, he absolutely ruins it, so Sooah insists on showering with him so that she can make sure it’s done right……… What she doesn’t know is he’s pretending because he likes it when they shower together and she does his hair. Yeah, sure. “Pretending.” The boys know that’s a big fucking lie because even on tour Chenle can’t take of it properly lmao.

Jisung is Sooah’s shy baby. That man is living his first life and is incredibly confused at all times, but he has his Noona there to look after him and ……… teach him. Oh, her corruption kink goes feral around that man. “Noona….. How do I, um… Use this?” he asks one afternoon, walking in with a flashlight that Chenle bought him. IT SHOULD HE OBVIOUS, but this is Jisung we’re talking about….. And he gets so, so red when Sooah sits him down and uses the flashlight on him to show him how it’s used. Outside of sex, he’s the sweetest boyfriend, just like a mini-Mark tbh. He’s always asking what Sooah needs or wants, he’s going out of his way to bring gifts home for her, he always tries to find ways to go out in public with her because he’s jealous that Chenle steals her away on trips and Renjun and Haechan get so much time with her. I’ve mentioned before that Jisung loves to cuddle at night with Sooah because it’s his way of letting her know he made it home safe for the night after working long hours. He’s def even more clingy after tours….. and tbh…. Sooah’s more than willing to climb out of a cuddle pile with Renjun and Haechan in order to roll into Jisung’s bed with him after those long months away. He’s the first to say I love you to her.

[cryptidvoidwritings]

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[matan4il]

I just miss them, so let’s share a quick round of Mileapo good-natured silliness. Feel free to reblog and add stuff if you feel like it! *hearts*

So Mile’s currently in Belgium and what did he post from his vacation? This picture of a closed clothes shop. And while the style of the outfits in the window display could fit either of them (bless the overlap in their fashion style), I noticed something in the back.

A horse saddle! Which might sound funny, unless you remember that Mile has said on more than one occasion that Apo is like a horse in his opinion (hard to earn his trust, but if you can, he’ll take you to some amazing places).

Meanwhile, Apo shared on the same day a pic of a black cat with greenish eyes. Mile loves cats and particularly black cats with green eyes, he has for years.

(This allows me to reminisce for a second on Feb 25, when they were doing KinnPorsche the World Tour the day after Apo’s bday, when Apo wore a shirt with a horse on it, and Mile arrived at the event with a cat shirt. During an interview, Apo was asked what Mile is getting for him as a gift, and for a second there, Apo’s fluent speech disappeared, and he stared down at Mile’s body peeking out... Credit to @workinclass​ for the gif)

The next day, Apo shared a pic of green flowers. Mile LOVES green roses and his fans are even named after that love. I’m not sure green roses actually exist naturally (i.e without dyeing). So this pic might actually be the closest you can find in nature to Mile’s love.

Mile re-shared a story showing a gold Rolex. At two events this month, Mile and Apo were seen wearing matching gold Rolex watches (at their Jul 6 Song Wat visit, and their Jul 14 taping of promotional material, both done for their movie Man Suang), but generally speaking, Apo is known to really love them.

What else? Apo’s been sharing a TON of pics of spicy food. Apo is not known as a great lover of spicy food, but you know who is? Mile.

Then on day 2 of a 3 day festival in Belgium that’s open until 1 a.m, at about 9 p.m suddenly Mile was seen going on Weibo, the only social media site Apo can use while in China. Mile left a GN message to fans, then went on to like every single one of Apo’s China posts, then he left a comment reflecting his contentment at Apo chilling, and interacted with absolutely no one and nothing else.

More to come?...

(for my other Kinnporsche/Mileapo posts, check out this tag)

[theredwritingwitch]

Soulmate Fic- The Big Tug

Pairing: Tim Rockford x reader

Soulmate AU:  Tugging - being able to feel a tug in the direction of your soulmate if they are feeling a strong emotion

Words: 1.6

Warnings: language, mention of knives

Note: It was the shoulder gun holster that hooked me, so I had to make this cheesy noir style soulmate fic.

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Grandma had told you to be careful, to follow the detective, become close to the man but not too close. It had started back at the mansion. Grandma had instructed you to be available for any questions about the home before she went off for her afternoon nap. You had seen this coming, Detective Tim Rockford could barely keep his eyes off of you from the moment you had greeted him at the door. Even though Grandma clearly knew more about the mansion than you, he seemed to direct all his questions towards you. 

While the two of you were alone, you watched him run his eyes all throughout the mansion. They traveled over cobweb corners and chandeliers, over dusty vases, mopped floors, and refurbished bookcases. He asked question after question while wandering through the dinning room to the parlor room to the garden. The detective’s questions started out innocent enough. When was the mansion built? How much land in total? How many rooms? And then the questions took a turn. You followed him, observing him as he continued. How long have you lived here? What do you do for a living? How do you single handedly manage the mansion? Why so many knives? You smiled like a cat in a window watching a little bird flutter back and forth. His eyes roaming everywhere but always landing back on you.

For his own part, Tim knew yours never strayed away from him. He felt them in the back of his head, saw you lurk in the shadowed doorways as he walked circles in rooms. He connected with your own eyes every time he looked through the reflection of a mirror or the brass of a light fixture. You couldn’t look away just as he couldn’t himself. 

The detective couldn’t wrap his head on what was going on. The mansion was a mystery in itself, from unruly gardens to pristine dining rooms, Tim walked through every room. His eyes looked over every odd collection in the mansion, porcelain china, taxidermy, and finally the collection of knives. He had so many questions and zero answers. The one thing that seemed right, that seemed perfect and indeed the most logical thing in the mansion was the pull and need Tim had to be near you. But he was here for work, he wasn’t a man to cross the line of professionalism.

Soon enough, night started to creep in. The detective was satisfied for now with his tour and with a firm yet tender handshake to bid you goodbye, a spark zapped through your body upon connection. Tim most had felt it too as he drew his hand quickly back and cleared his throat. You watched him behind the curtain of a window as he walked down the path and to his car. A wave of sadness washed over you as you watched him enter his car. The detective paused before sitting, casting a glance back to the mansion, somehow meeting your eyes so he could wave another goodbye to you. A little ping of mirth erupted in you at this just as you saw a small smile grow on his face.

It took Tim all his will power to force himself into the car. His hands tightened and heart hammered away while he drove down the foggy roads back to his office. Upon every side street he passed, he contemplated turning his car around. He knew there was more to be found back at the mansion but it had nothing to do with the case, it was all about you. They way you smiled at him. They way you watched and patiently waited for him to snoop around and answered all his questions, even the more intimate ones. Tim slowed down at a red stop light, the image of your soft hair lit up by a sliver of sun that entered into the curtained windows ran through his head. He huffed and thumped his head on the headrest as a longing filled him. 

“Honestly I don’t know what is going on in my head,” Tim said to himself as yet again he felt the need to turn around. “Damn it. She just might be a vixen but I bet she tastes like a boysenberry pie.” 

The light turned green as he kicked the car in gear and continued his drive forward but there was a nagging feeling piercing Tim’s chest and thumping up to his eyes. He glanced at the rear view mirror and spotted another car driving behind him, not too close but not too far.

You couldn’t help it though, looking back as you drove at a steady pace behind the detective, you didn’t know if this is what your grandmother meant by staying close. Your feet had started running before your brain could catch up, and before you knew it you were speeding your way after the man occupying your head. You didn’t know exactly why you needed to follow him, just that you had no choice but to go. Calmly now that you had caught up with Tim, you thought back to the logistics of this case. Maybe the detective knew something you didn’t, maybe this is what your gut feeling is supposed to do. Maybe you were just being careful and protecting your grandmother. After all, you didn’t know this private eye. He could be up to anything. 

Continuing to shadow the PI, you drove down the street passing streetlight after streetlight, slowly turning and pacing yourself to follow the detective. Fighting the urge to hurry after him, you drove past a parking lot that he had turned into, opting to park on the other side of the building, where you could be just an alleyway away from him. Tucked away in the shadows of the building you scampered to the parking, just catching the view of the detective walking down a path to his office. You observed him dig for his keys as a fog from the late night tunneled your vision, forcing you to move closer. You gasped silently as you pressed yourself into a doorway, feeling your heart thump out of your chest as you suppressed the urge to run straight to him.

“Get your shit together. This is for Grandma and the mansion,” you strummed up a bit of courage before you turn back to the office, just to have your heart sink at the lack of sight before you. Rushing over to the door and glancing through the speckled glass window, you spotted the figure of the detective pausing midway up the stairs. Sidestepping away from the door, you hid and counted for a minute. Your hand held firm to the knob of the door as you counted, finally reaching a satisfactory amount of time, you gave one look up and down the street before slinking into the building.

Tim knew someone was watching him, following him. He felt it the entire drive, and felt it as he climbed the stairs. But he wasn’t scared or cautious about the approaching steps he heard echoing from the stairs. He felt reassured as he felt the inevitable tug him to the direction of the stairs. He sat at his desk, littered with newspaper reports and miscellaneous photos and files settled near a stack of old Chinese takeout, and watched. Tim leaned back in his chair waiting as he heard the first few steps timidly approach, his heart and muscles thrumming with each echo. And as your steps finally turned steady and confident, a smirk formed on Tim’s face as it finally seemed to occur to the two of you what was happening.

You swung open the door to his office at the top of the stairs and leaned your silhouetted figure on the door, directing your eyes right to Tim. The glow of a table side lamp brightened a sliver of your face so that Tim could take in your own smirk.

“Ma’am.”

“Detective.”

He filled his wrinkled white dress shirt nicely as his broad shoulders stretched under the restrictions and buckles of his gun harness. You watched him from the door, tucking your hands behind your back just as his own ran up and down the arms of his seat.

“You know there’s protocol about fraternizing with clients, suspects,...people of interest.”

“Which one am I?” you asked as you leaned off the door and slowly closed it behind you. 

“To be determined, the case is ongoing you see.” 

You nodded as you took step by step around his desk, letting your hip brush against a stack of files causing Tim to reach out and grab your hip, stopping you in your route. 

His deep brown eyes looked bottomless as he stared up at you, “Careful girl.”

Your own hand landed on his, giving him a gentle squeeze as he tugged you forward to stand between his legs.

“I can be a careful Detective, I promise,” you sighed as your hand involuntarily ran through his wavy hair. You hadn’t broken eye contact once since entering, but you both had confidence in the tugs of your souls that every movement, thought, and word was purposeful. “Let me show you.” 

Pushing your soulmate to lean back in his chair, you lifted your legs over his. Straddling his lap just as his hands hefted you up, your own hands grasped his shoulder harness and tugged him forward. Tim sucked in a breath and tightened his grasp on your waist as his lips crashed into yours. The unavoidable tug between the two of you turned insatiable. His tongue parted your lips just as you grinded down on him. Both of you groaned while tightening your hold on each other. Finally after you don’t know how long, you both pulled your mouths off each other for a mere inch in distance.

Tim caught his ragged breath, “Damn.”

You smiled into him, “So about this protocol.”

“To hell with protocol,” he whispered into your lips as he surged forward.