#his wet cat energy will be unparalleled

[soars22]

I need Missa to log back onto the server. Not just to hang out with all the Hispanic ccs that are logging on (although that is absolutely a huge reason) but I just really really need to see his reaction when Phil and the eggs roll up riding fucking dinosaurs

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Post Canon? Ocs? I got you!

I have my unlikely lovebirds, Aurora and Pepparei.

Aurora is a Turkish Angora who is completely deaf. She was abandoned as a kitten the day after Christmas when her owners discovered she was deaf, found in a soggy cardboard box with the massive bow still tied around her neck. Originally her adoptive mother though she was a wet piece of shaggy white carpet, all curled up into a ball. She’s one of the junkyard’s first deaf kittens, at least in a long time, so many of the cats have to learn sign language to communicate with her-most notably Munkustrap, Tantomile, Coricopat, Demeter, Skimbleshanks, and Jennyanydots. She loves to dance and looks up to victoria, who does not like the poor kitten, with her being another white dancing cat. Whenever her Mom’s away, she stays with Tantomile and Coricopat who use their abilities to speak inside her mind, which scares the poor girl the first few times. She’s an absolute dear, and sweet as Pie.

Pepparei is a feisty boy. The son of Bombalurina and Alonzo, he proudly patrols the junkyard even while he’s still a kitten, with the goal of growing up to be a jellicle protector. He has all the sass and confidence of both of his parents, though he does not know they are his parents. He’s got these massive ears and is Munkustrap’s shadow when allowed, taking it upon himself to fight off any intruders-mostly small bugs-who dare enter the junkyard! He’s Justice oriented to a fault, and falls hard for a certain kitten (Aurora) and eventually becomes her mate. He’s owned by a young couple still in college, and is the EPITOME of orange cat energy. They name him Tabasco, and will even call him hot sauce when he’s all fired up.

Sorry for this being so long!

The level of detail you provide with your OCs is *unparalleled* and I *love it*

[idridian]

listen i love patrick "Huge Man" stanke in his laced knee-high leather boots and swaggery leather trenchcoat serving unparalleled amounts of cunt as van helsing, but uwe krögers drowned wet cat energy in the 2007 production will always be special to me

[daebakinc]

17 with Wooyoung from ATEEZ please!

College AU: “You’re dating my roommate and she already hates me anyway.

Sometimes even the nicest people can be pushed to doing the shittiest things. You haven’t hit that precipice. You’ve already jumped off it headfirst like reckless lemming.

Today is the day you’re going to do it. Screw your roommate. She’s hated you since the day you moved in. When you’d walked in the door, she’d already laid down a line of tape to split your room in half, threatening you if you ever crossed it. Of course, that didn’t apply to her. Her dirty laundry ended up all over the floor, her books all over your desk. What annoys you the most now though is her boyfriend, Wooyoung.

He’s loud, hyper, and always around. And he’s always, always sweet. He smiles and greets you with excitement whether you meet in the room or out on campus. He’ll ask you about your day and tease you like an old friend. Honestly, you’d be hard pressed to think of someone more friendly.

That makes how he ended up with your roommate even more of a mystery. As evil as you know she is, you can’t understand how Wooyoung can look at her with unparalleled ardent admiration.

What you can understand, on some level, is her cheating on him. 

You’d caught her in bed with some soccer player, too naked and making too many noises to be doing anything else than having sex with him. When you’d come back later, she’d only glared at you before leaving with a slam of the door.

That was it. You put up with enough of her bullshit. All the little frustrations you’ve been holding in for the sake of peace explode so violently you feel nothing but coolness.

Fuck your roommate, fuck her crappy personality, fuck everything about her. You have far more loyalty towards Wooyoung than her. He deserves better.

Dropping your bag, you stalk out of your room on autopilot.

Yeosang, Wooyoung’s roommate, opens the door to their room. “Hi.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but is Woo here?” you ask, trying to peek around Yeosang’s shoulders.

“Nah, he’s down the dance studio.”

Of course he is. “Thanks.”

“Hey,” Yeosang calls after you. When you turn, he tentatively asks, are you okay? You seem... upset.”

“I’m mad, but Wooyoung’s going to be really upset.” A sliver of guilt pricks your chest at the thought of breaking the news to him. But it’s for the best. “You may want to get ready for it.”

It’s only a short walk to the dance studio. Thankfully, when you peek through the glass in the door, Wooyoung is just sitting on the floor, looking at his phone. You hesitate before opening the door. Your earlier anger is simmering down, leaving behind the beginnings of empathetic pain for your friend. Still, it’s better to get it over with quick, like ripping off a band-aid. Better he find out from you than someone else later on, because you know that witch isn’t going to stop.

Wooyoung drops his phone in surprise at your entrance. “What the-- Oh, it’s you. Hi!”

“Hi, Woo. You have a minute?” you ask.

He pats the hardwood beside him. You sink down to the floor crossing your legs, your fingers instantly starting to fiddle with your shoelaces to dispense the nervous energy making your heart flutter. 

A sudden thought streaks through your mind. What if Wooyoung doesn’t believe you? What if he denies it, tells you you’re lying, that you’re jealous? What if he decides he can’t keep such a friendship? Could you survive that?

Wooyoung waves his hand in front of your face when you don’t speak. “Hello? Cat got your tongue?”

Looking at his smile, you know you have to tell him. Rather than break it to him gently, you speak directly as he told you he prefers. “Your girlfriend is cheating on you.”

He stills, his smile falling as he stares at you.

“I’m sorry, Woo.” You put a hand on his arm and squeeze. “I know you may not want to believe it, but--”

“I already know.”

“What?” Now it’s your turn to stare at him. All of a sudden, you notice the dark lurking beneath his eyes, the wet on his cheeks that you mistook for sweat, the slump in his shoulders.

Wooyoung sighs, picks up his phone, and passes it to you. “San sent me this yesterday,” he says quietly.

The photo on the screen is a bit fuzzy, the clarity clearly lost due to distance. But the features of the two people hiding in a corner of the library are obvious enough. There’s your roommate eating the face off the guy who was just in her bed.

“I thought maybe it was a mistake,” Wooyoung says, taking the phone from you. His eyes reflect the bright screen, but that can’t mask the abject hurt and confusion that threatens disintegrate his heart. “But I guess... you’re both right.”

“Woo, I’m really sorry. I really am.” 

Torn between wishing you could take away all of your friend’s pain and that you could land just one good sucker punch on your roommate without repercussions, you settle for what you can do. You scoot closer and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He instantly reaches for you, burying his head in your shoulders. He doesn’t cry, but you can feel his body shaking where he clings to you.

Feeling your own heart break, you hug him tighter. Stroking his back, you whisper. “You deserve better, Wooyoung. You always have.”

“What if it’s not out there?” he asks, his voice muffled against your shirt.

“It is. I’ll help you find it. I promise.”

[vladfromparis-blog]

This article on the Swiss site 'the Apologist' is so complimentary that I am happy to translate it (with a little help from my friend Gooogle)

-”Call me by your name” or the evocation of hyper-sensuality

- The melody of Mystery Of Love still sounds so soft and powerful at the same time. And the first excerpts of Luca Guadagnino's new film, led by Sufjan Stevens' singular and penetrating voice, foreshadowed one of those moving, touching, and memorable moments in cinema. And although it is said, the predictions were well founded. Completely stunning sensuality and poetry, Call me by your name and a masterpiece of delicacy that addresses the theme of homosexuality with unparalleled finesse and sensuality. The film has already started its marathon of awards. The most recent event is the Golden Globes, held January 7 in Los Angeles, where the film would compete in the category "Best Dramatic Film". If he did not win the prize this time, the "awards season", started in November with The Gotham Awards and where the film won the title of "Best Film", is just beginning ...

-Adapted from André Aciman's eponymous novel, the film takes place in northern Italy. In the 80s, while the summer is in full swing and everyone enjoys sipping fruit juice and lounging by the pool, Elio (Timothée Chalamet) and his parents, a couple of Jewish intellectuals living in a large building transformed into a student retreat, welcome Oliver (Armie Hammer) for a few weeks. The latter is the research assistant of Elio's father. During this stay, the two boys will befriend each other and eventually develop a deep love relationship. Oliver is more experienced. Elio, he, discovers love. Cycling through the southern fields, moments in the shadow of the trees nestled on the edge of the water, young men are watching, learn to tame and love a passion burning but destined to end.

-Armie Hammer and Timothée Chalamet mesmerizing:

-The duo Armie Hammer - Timothée Chalamet is full of sensuality and authenticity. The chemistry between the two actors is obvious and it is of course one of the cornerstones of the film's success. Oliver, the American a casual and arrogant, solar, hair impeccable blonde with a blue eye. A classic beauty but that makes every time its effect. Elio, for his part, has a disheveled brown hair, a piercing, shining eye, slender but mesmerizing with intelligence and youthful purity. A strong charism emanates from the two characters who, each in their own way, in all that they have of similar and different, transmit this vibrant sensual energy that tramples everything in its path. Oliver tests Elio, Elio tracks Oliver. The cat and mouse game is running until the attraction is too strong to resist any longer. Elio is only 17 years old, Oliver is a little over ten years older. And when we think that homosexuality still marginalized today, imagine 30 years ago. The two young men continue to play the game of heterosexuality, thus giving the exchange but lurking at the slightest opportunity. 

- The performance of both actors is bluffing. Touching, sensual, sexy even, without any vulgarity, modest, the actors manage to deliver a performance that commands respect. Beautiful and divinely well highlighted by a careful realization where every detail is thought, the two protagonists evolve in this great building, a setting worthy of their game: majestic.

-The transpiring sensuality : 

-The place where the story unfolds is conducive to proximity, to rapprochement. Italy, the summer season, the sweetness of life, the light atmosphere, the dance, the long and warm evenings on the terrace, Luca Guadagnino takes us back to his native Italy, like his latest film A Bigger Splash in 2015. And the director did not make a mistake, the south as a backdrop does wonders when it comes to telling a romance, adding an extra sensuality to the narration. In short, everything is done in this film to accentuate sensuality, at the limit of eroticism. And Guadagnino is a master in the art of building on the screen, little by little and thanks to minute details, an emerging attraction between two beings. Close-ups of hands, antique sculptures, fruits, wet swim shorts ... Sensuality is all along suggested. Omnipresent as a shadow hovering over the house, it guides us from premise of a relationship to its end, inexorably.

-From a simple attraction in appearance, the relationship becomes passionate. Real feelings settle, doubts too, fear again because love as true and sincere as it is never has any path and life is busy remembering it. A romance like a breath of purity and innocence, authentic. The air of Visions Of Gideon closes in beauty the two hours and twelve minutes of film. Guided by the whispering voice of Sufjan Stevens again, Elio's long tears over the tears suspends the time for a few minutes. There, only the notes twirl. The silence, rocked by the melody, heavy, sad, melancholy. An intense end where all emotions are personified in one look. The credits become a scene in their own right and one would wish, by looking at the now great Chalamet, that this suspended moment, of a rare accuracy, never stops. Thank you Mr. Guadagnino..