#i have 4 cats in this house all of them brown tabbies

[alibonbonn]

Kittens season just started and I've got 2 new foster babies to raise!

Meet the wretched beasts, Dilly and Dally

[icepoptroll]

what do you think ricky’s cats are named ?

Oh boy oh boy lol let's see. . . . I am embarrassed to admit I haven't named all of them but I am working on it. Lore like this takes me time to bake in my brains

1. They have a really feisty senior cat whose full name is Lwaxana Troi, daughter of the fifth house, holder of the sacred chalice of Rixx, heir to the holy rings of Betazed (a Star Trek reference, they all just call her Lwaxana) and she's liable to bite or scratch. She got arthritis

2. There's a black cat with long ears named Mr. Spock

3. A lil gray kitten named Sputnik. They adopted him shortly before the Cyclone accident

4. A little brown tabby named Pluto. He was the runt of his litter and the Potts family was not sure he would pull through but he did mostly due to Ricky's dedication to caring for him and now he follows Ricky with loyal devotion

Someday I'm gonna think of the rest and make a post about it lol

[heaven-surrounds-you]

your cats... show them to me... please...🙏

I have too many cats but that’s bc I also take care of an outdoor feral cat community. Anyways here’s the indoor cats going in birth order.

MY TUMBLR WONT LOAD THE PICTURES FOR SOME REASON??? ONCE IT DOES ILL SHOW THEM TO YOU.

Beans (5 years old, gray tabby with orange eyes)

Her real name is Athena but when she was a baby she almost got crushed by a family sized can of Bush’s Baked Beans so. Beans.

I trained her to high five and do handshakes last year when I was extremely high and waiting on my food to warm up. I’m currently teaching her the difference between my left and right hand.

Got in trouble last week for ripping open and eating bags of kitten food for the outdoor cats even though she has plenty of food.

Val (4 years old, tortie with orange eyes, Beans’ niece)

Her name is short for Valentine but I mainly just call her Mouse bc she has a very tiny face and big ears

She is married to my dog. They are wives and there’s no debating it.

Her favorite color is dark blue. And her favorite toy is a dark blue spiral hair tie. She chirps whenever she finds it and will carry it around the house.

Cupid (4 years old, brown tabby with a bit of tortie and orange eyes, Val’s sister)

She will mother anything. She loves playing mom.

Insanely moody with me and everybody except Anchovy for absolutely no reason.

Is generally pretty good but will try to kill you if you touch her feet.

Beetlejuice (almost 3, brown tabby with mostly black on his back and orange eyes)

My son. He never stops screaming. He yearns at all hours of the day and has woken me up multiple times.

His name came from the pattern on his back, which I don’t have a good picture of. But it’s mostly black except for two brown stripes that run down his spine, and then he has symmetrical circle shapes on either side of his stomach — which resemble the segmentation of a beetle.

The name also stuck bc he insists that everything is about him and he needs to be the center of attention. He is a menace and has been permabanned from my bedroom for trying to eat one of my joints.

Mr Hyde (almost 3, brown tabby but with a more silvery-tone in the browns, orange eyes, Beetle’s twin)

His name became fitting bc his brother chases and attacks him relentlessly to the point he spends all of his time hiding in the master bedroom closet.

Whenever he comes out he will stand up and give me hugs, so his nickname is Mr Huggy. If you pet him for long enough his eyes drift apart and he purrs while sticking his tongue out.

He’s a sweet little man and has the same beetle-like pattern, just in a cooler tone of browns.

Anchovy (almost 1, orange tabby with orange eyes)

I found him outside getting bullied by the other feral cats with no nearby siblings or momma. He was sick and tiny so I brought him in and took care of him myself. Cupid and Val adopted him and took care of him whenever I wasn’t feeding him. I think he might be inbred or at least stunted bc he’s very very Small for his age but that’s ok bc we love him.

He gets along with literally all of the other cats??? Which is insane to me bc I stg every other day they’ll just start having beef with each other. But he loves them and they love him.

Genuinely has never done anything bad in his entire life. He’s literally always happy and it amazes me. He’s just a little guy and he loves to play. The worst things he’s done has been eating frowup (that was not his) and messing up the blinds trying to eat a stinkbug. He’s just the perfect little boy.

[originalwinnercheesecake]

One more list of backround character palisman choices

Some spoilers for season 3

Pairing palisman to witches has been one of my favorite things to do in The Owl House fandom. I have done about 3 lists so far.  A “first guess list” I did pre-Hunting Palisman (Amity and Mary the sheep horned abmination student were the only ones I got right). Then a list involving the palisman that did not go home with witches in “Hunting Palisman”. My third list was one I did for all the adult characters, based on their personalities and headcannons some of their actor’s had given. Well in honor of Stringbean hatching I want to make a fourth list for all the teenager’s/young adults whom we have not yet seen with palisman.

Amber’s palisman: A fruit bat. I have seen some people in the fandom nickname the youngest of the bard trio “baby bat” due to her ears, fangs, and wings. I love this, so I want to keep that little theme going with her palisman also being a bat. I piked a fruit bat just because I think their little fox-like faces are cute

Derwin’s palisman: A Newt, possibly a firebelly newt for its cool look and rebel sounding name. So I really want the the original 4 BATT’s to all have a different type of animal palisman. Raine’s voice actor already said Raine would have a penguin (a bird), Katya has a herculean beetle (an insect), and above I said Amber would get a fruit bat ( a mammal). Then that means that Derwin should get either a reptile or an amphibian. I am going to reference Amphibia here: I headcannon Derwin as being most intelligent of his trio (Katya being the caring one, and Amber being the brave one) because he wears glasses and his name is super similar/derived from that of a famous scientist.  And in Amphibia the newts were the scholarly race

Blight Twins. Okay so originally I wanted all three of the blight siblings to have cats, with Emira having a black cat and Edric having either a gray one or a tabby. Then that turned into Emira still having a cat but Edric instead having a small dog. But earlier today I saw the tweet that said the writers wanted to give the twins a butterfly and a moth. Which is funny because in my adult witch list I said that if the little brown rat was not Alador’s paliman, then he should have a lunar moth palisman. Now I am just imagining ghost with a gaggle of bugs, rodent’s, and Stringbean, who’s default form is a snake... All animals cats usually try and hunt/catch, but these ones are her family. lol.

Moving on, the person said that the reason we haven’t seen the twins with the two bugs is that they crew cold not decide which twin should get the moth and which twin should get the butterfly. Well choosing to believe them, I can decide: Emira gets the moth. Edric gets the butterfly. Now let’s talk breeds.

Emira Blight: A prometheus moth. It took approximately 5-10 seconds for me to pick this breed of moth for Emira. Prometheus moth’s are brown feathered moths with eye like images painted on to the back of their wings. Emira is such a watchful person. She does so much to try and take care of Ed and Amity. In season 2 she honestly seemed like the closest thing her siblings had to an involved parent. I think it would really cool if she got a prometheus moth that literally had eyes on the back of its wings, and it either followed just behind her or sat on her scalp, and was treated like Emira having eyes in the back of her head.

Edric Blight: A red spotted purple butterfly. They are actually blue with black edges and orange spots. They look kinda like blue Monarch butterflies. In contrast to his sister, just looking through butterfly breeds on google to find him one did nothing but overwhelm me. So to try and cut it down I decided I wanted to give him a blue butterfly, since he has blue magic. There are like 50+ types of blue butterflies, but I found the red spotted purple butterfly petty high on the list and picked it. It has three colors to its wings, just like Ed has three track colors on his school uniform. 2 of its colors even match 2 of Ed’ tracks. So a red spotted purple butterfly is Edric’s butterfly.

Matt Tholomule: a white Rat. So a rat was my original pick for him just because after 1x09 the fandom kept referring to him as “the construction rat”. Now that we have seen more of his skills and personality, the animal just continues to suit him more. Rat’s are, sneaky, good at building, really smart (seriously rats are actually incredibly smart rodents.) and fast little creatures. I say with all the love in the world that  Matt is a rat gremlin. Originally I was going to pick out a breed of rat that was black or dark grey to match Matt’s color scheme better... Then I realized that that would look similar to Micky Mouse. No. Adrian Graye, who was written as a vessel for the creators to express their disgust/frustration for Disney’s producers, is the only character who a Micky Mouse palisman works with. Give Matt a white rat that looks nothing like Micky.

Steve: Hedgehog palisman for Steve. He was on my last list, where I suggested a scorpion palisman. I have since been unsatisfied with that choice and want to change it to a hedgehog (I will give all the Tholomule’s rodent’s). I looked at its meanings and a hedgehog is literally perfect for Steve. A hedgehog is a tough little creature but also non aggressive, so is Steve. Totem wise they are seen as vessels for positivity, and Steve likes to cheer for people. But also a creature who likes peaceful outings. Europeans view them as representations of victory over evil forces, which can be represented with Steve choosing to walk away from the Emperor’s coven when he no longer believed in The Emperor’s rule.

Vee Noceda: A mocking bird. Oh y’all thought I wouldn’t include Luz’s siblings on this list? No chance. I have seen more fan art on Tumblr of Vee with Stringbean than Luz. So many people have been commenting about how the egg hatched into a mythical creature that is so similar to a basilisk, and how flattered Vee will feel when she meets her sister’s new pet. Guys Stringbean is Luz’s. Vee needs her own palisman. I did want to give her something that could learn to mimic other creatures similar to how Vee does. I also thought about birds, because Vee mentions playing with Masha and a flock of birds at camp in one of her letters to Camila. Put both of those concepts together and you get Vee with a little mocking bird palisman.

King Clawthorne: A bunny. He can have one too, once he gets old enough to take care of it. I am sticking with my first idea that once King becomes old enough to outgrow Francois he gets himself a bunny palisman to be his little buddy instead.

The Collector: A multicolored parrot. Yeah if King was going to be on this list then his new baby brother had to be next. Anyone who has watched 3x02 can see how at his core the collector is just a lonely little kid who is afraid of being alone. If you know about Parrots you know that they are long living birds who develop close bonds with their owners to the point where they want to be by their side always. A parrot could spend all day every day playing with the Collector and they would both love it.

Hunter: Well of course the first thing I want to know is if, since he has flapjack’s spirit, can he carve a new palisman body for Flap and put him into it. In “Hunting Palisman’s” Hunter said he wished he could chose his life for himself, and that bonded him to Flapjack. Well in “Thanks to Them” almost everything he said he would like to do with his life involved palisman. He still needs one and there is no room left in the show for him to mourn Flapjack and get to a point where it is believable that he would be ready to get/make a new palisman.

But let’s say that either A.) It is possible for Hunter to carve Flapjack a new body and he carves something other than a cardinal, deciding that both he and Flapjack should have knew looks for their new lives. Or B.) the Owl house gets spin off material and somewhere down the road we get a comic of Hunter going through the process of mourning Flapjack, and coming to terms with what happened. Then eventually getting to a stage where carving a new palisman wouldn't be to painful. I have seen a lot of people suggest a wolf. That good, but I want to suggest on final tribute to his fallen friend’s old forum. A black/dark brown wolf with red feathered wings. Palisman do not have to look exactly like the animals they are based off, and so far canine palisman haven’t. The green skinned fang kid has a unisus wolf, and Jarbo has a unicorn dog. So why should Hunter carve a plain old wolf when he could do a black and red Pegasus wolf?

[anotherghoul666]

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Last song you listened to: Drag me Under - Sleep Token

Currently reading: Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Last movie: I legit don't remember, I'm not a movie person at all.

Craving: sushi, specifically salmon sashimi. And a good submission play session / pain play / kneeling. As one does xD

Currently wearing: Cellar Darling black band t-shirt, black jeans, my work shoes because I'm at work.

How tall are you: a friend said to me a couple of days back I was "of the smol variety" which I thought was cheeky and fun XD I'm 5'3 3/4

Piercings: only the right ear. I had tons of piercings plans and I learned over that year of working on that year that my body does not like to heal piercings at all. It was enough of a disaster I never wanted to risk it again after three.

Tattoos: that my body heals beautifully, fortunately cause I'm addicted XD Right leg, calf and thigh, and a side of my back is done. I want to be covered.

Glasses/contact lenses: hell yeah to glasses, since I was a kid. I can't see past an arm's length without them. Contacts only for metal shows where I go in the pit cause I got glasses broken before. But I hate wearing them, I'm too oversensitive to tolerate them long.

Last drink: water. Besides that, a papaya-banana-chocolate smoothie.

Last show: currently showing Criminal Minds to my life partner, we're at the end of season 2.

Last thing you ate: mushroom and spinach pasta with lots of parmesan cheese.

Favorite color: black. For those that say it's not a color, then blood red / oxblood and purple as a whole.

Current obsession: Gaerea, Sleep Token, Ghost, aka the masked metal band of hotties trifecta.

Unrelated obsession: well everything's related but BDSM as a community and a lifestyle.

Pets: two cats! A 13 years old grumpy dictator of a fat brown tabby who I exist to serve XD And a 10 years old smol orange, which should tell you all you need to know about her crackhead personality XD

Do you have a crush on someone? Listen, I'm poly, I'm non-mono, my love freeflows out of me and into the world, I'm a flirty fuck who tries shit, and I have no intention to turn that affection faucet off. I have a ton of crushes active at all times and I'm open for those who vibe with my energy and meet me up to where I set my own bar. It's fun! ❤️

Favorite fictional character: impossible to choose one, there are so many! I guess my immediate thought was Hannibal from the tv series?

Last place I travelled to: I travel locally whenever I can, me and my life partner fancy ourselves a good road trip, so many small cities around the province and stuff like that. Internationally my last trip was the US in 2017 for a metal festival 🤘

Tagging yeah I'm tagging all of yall again XD @joeynihil @idkhowbut-art @mibo-nin @miasmaghoul @traayaa @belle--ofthebrawl @nocturnalghoul @askingforthesun no pressure and only if you haven't done it before and it sounds fun!

[tteokdoroki]

Eevee & the evolutions are my fav Pokémon ever so it only makes sense to name them that. I’m gonna go in order of who I got first & add a lil’ description, if you want to know anything, let me know! (Also sorry this is probs really long lol)

Umbreon- 4 y/o, black cat, rescued from outside, he looks grumpy but is the cuddliest out of the bunch.

Espeon- 3 y/o, white cat, adopted, she’s shy but will follow you everywhere if you have her fav mouse toy on you.

Eevee- 6 y/o, brown/white tabby, adopted, she’s the oldest, & loves to lay on the bay window esp when it rains.

Vaporeon - 1 y/o, dark grey cat, found outside of my work place, she’s the youngest, & likes to attack shoe laces.

Flareon - 4 y/o, red/orange tabby, adopted, he loves to lay on the heating pad & will meow at you until you turn it on.

Jolteon - 5 y/o, light orange tabby, brother rescued him n gave him to me, likes to lay at the bay window n judge everyone that walks by our house.

Leafeon - 2 y/o, Siamese, foster fail lol, she was so sweet n she just fit right in with everyone so I had to keep her.

Glaceon - 3 y/o, light grey tabby, another foster fail lol, she likes to hide under beds/couches n lightly touch your legs with her paws.

Sylveon - 4 y/o, calico, found on side of the road, she likes to just stare at you and purr lol.

They each have their own fuzzy blanket, they all enjoy sitting outside when it’s sunny & warm, and will all pile up on you if you sit on the couch for longer than 30 mins lol. Sending you love n kisses! Hope you have a great day today!! <33

-cat anon!

THEY SOUND SO LOVELY :(( AND THEY HAVE THEIR OWN BLANKIES AND SUCH COOL NAMES CRIES I AM IN DIRE NEED TO BE SMOTHERED BY THEM

[silverwingsstuff]

★welcome lovely’s! I’m just gonna introduce myself here.

So my name is Amirea but my nicknames (I have 2) are Miry & Nani feel free to call me which ever one you prefer whatever is easier for you to say, anyhow.

★𝐅𝐚𝐯 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬??

Well I love and like lots of things! But I really really love early 2000s fashion,I love the style mall goth and I like bandmaid(Japanese rock band) but I have no money for clothes…BUTT I like cats,red pandas,cats. Also I love anime and K-pop & kpop as well. I REALLY LOVEEE vintage trinkets! soo cutesy

★𝐅𝐚𝐯 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

Frou Frou,megadeath(just started listening) MINNIE freaking RIPERTON!,halle Bailey,Sheryl Lee Ralph,TOMMMY FEBRUARY6 oh my goody goods, Natalia lafourcade, Barlow girl, out of Eden, Brandy,ZOEgirl,Virtue, POiSON GiRL FRiEND, Esthero, the Marias,and others! But my favorite songs are….different because you see I olny have favorite songs by 3 of the artists I listen to, for frou frou my favorite songs by her is close up and must be dreaming, now with megadeath i really love symphony of Destruction and peace sells! I’m really new to listening to them so i don’t know much at all so don’t try and call me out because i personally really like those songs, and for Tommy February6 my favorite songs by her is lovely in gorgeous and never ending party night.

Also I never told my favorite k-pop groups!….here

girls gen,wonder girls,twice,LONNA (miss them) GFRIEND(yes I still listen) itzy,and more, now for jpop i really don’t have favorites and I can’t remember any groups from the top of my head! But I do enjoy bandmaid! I 💭 I mentioned them already, anyways yeah

★𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

Now I don’t know if this is needed but I’m gonna do it anyways.

I am apart of the souulani people,I am soulaan! And Louisiana creole! (Soulaan just means Afro American)

I have big light brown eyes about 5’3 or 5’4 !

my hair is a dark brown color because I did the big chop and the color went dark as my hair grew (╥_╥)

I have brown skin and 1 really deep dimple and one that you can barely see’

It’s really nothing special about my appearance I’m average

ooo and I also have 11 fingers…yeah when I was born I was born with 11 fingers instead of 10 the extra one on my pinky finger but it was cut off so now it just looks like i literally bump on my finger also i remember my childhood friends thought i was contagious so they used to run from me😭… ANYWAY

★𝐅𝐚𝐯 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞?

The olny one I have for you is suker punch 2011 THATS THE ONE ANS OLNY

I also have 2 cats ones named tiger and the other Gus Gus, tiger is a mixed breed tabby cat his mother was a tuxedo cat and his dad was an orange tabby….i know interesting mix i know. But you can’t really tell. He also had a twin sister and brother! His twin sister cookie ran away and my mom gave his brother away(I was so upset) and the lady she gave him to let him run away so now he’s gone. And their mother her name is Oreo and my uncle gave her away to his friend WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! She’s literally MY CAT! and his dad the orange cat passed away (frozen to death) I had him in my house and he ran out and I couldn’t find him and we saw him dead and cold as ice the next day. Okay now gus gus, he’s 4 months old we just got him so he’s new to the family. Hes white and grey with hazel and green eyes, his eyes change colors a lot so i don’t know his real eye color. And yeahhh

I watch Sarah and duck and Wendy, the Pooh and also Austin and Ally and I had an obsession with fresh beat bands.

And I also had a dangerous obsession with WWE women…I used to watch it everyday after school.

I really don’t know what else to put the. I also like tokio hotel!

BMF????? 

[auberginebear]

I completely agree with this. One thing my family did do was fix all our cats before they were allowed outdoors, back before it was commonly advocated to keep them indoors, and we also captured and fixed all feral cats that wandered onto our property. I also have my own horror stories regarding outdoor cats, one of which is involving a cat allowed to be outdoors freely and another involving a cat who was raised to be indoors due to a health issue.

I'm going to start with the older of the 2 stories, the one with health issues.

Her name was Honey (because her nose was honey colored), and she was a blue point Siamese. The sweetest kitty we had at that time, but her front claws developed wonky and it hurt her to walk, and the vet recommended declawing her, making clear we all understood that they would not be suggesting this if it wasn't for the best of the cat. So we did it, and she was forever an indoor kitty because of this.

Since she was stuck inside all the time, she became friends with our cockatiel Tiki, who had unfortunately been abused by his previous owners and would snap at or bite anyone or anything that got too close to him or his cage. But with Honey, he was different. I've lost it now, but I got a picture of him with his beck poking out of cage and her pressing her nose to it. They also would talk to each other, it was seriously the sweetest thing. Trust me, this is relevant. In the early 90's, I think '93 or '94, there was a blizzard in my area that literally trapped us in our house for 3 weeks (the cars for 4 weeks) and day before we got trapped, something startled Honey and she ran out of house. Very quickly my dad and sister lost her, and we never saw her again. Tiki was devastated too, so much that he even let some of us pet his beak through the cage bars, along with sometimes calling out for her. He eventually made friends with another of our cats.

That, however, isn't the instance that made me never want to let my cats outside, it would be years later after losing my kitty Precious, however, to understand his story, you have to know his mom's story.

Her name was Dusty, because she was abandoned by a feral at my mom's work and named due to needing a bath when she arrived. My sister raised her up, feeding and weening her over the next few weeks. Thankfully this all happened right at the start of summer holiday, so she had the time. One thing we didn't allow with Dusty was letting her outside, afraid she'd go feral and run off. However, we had a male (named Mister) in the house who was born about the same time to one our cats as she was, and at that time, vets in our area wouldn't fix cats until they'd gone through heat at least once.

Unfortunately, that meant she got pregnant because we failed to keep her and Mister apart. She had a litter of 2, who I helped her give birth to because it happened when I was home alone and she had trouble. One kitten's sack didn't break and she didn't know how, and I think I was like 8 or 9 when this happened, so it was pretty intense for me. These two kittens were fine, but after they were weened, she went feral, escaping from the house and intentionally avoiding capture thereafter, with one of them being the one mentioned above who made friends with Tiki. That's how she got pregnant a second time, which luckily lead to us catching her and getting her fixed, and Precious was one of the kittens in this litter.

Precious was a silver tabby, another litter mate was a brown tabby I named Garfield (she was very grumpy after being woken up) and a black and white boy my dad name Groucho because the black marking on his mouth made him look like Groucho Marx. Now, as I'm writing this all out, I realize that what happened to Groucho is also another example of why cats should be indoors only, because he died after being run over because he was sleeping on or on the side of a wheel of my grandmother's car, and even though she always checked for cats under the car and under the hood before driving anywhere, he was mostly black and she didn't see him. She was devastated after this, to the point that we weren't allowed to talk about him or the comedian because it would make her cry.

Back to Precious, he was devoted to me. By this, I mean he'd let me do whatever I wanted to him, which usually meant letting me hold him longer than he wanted and not scratching or hissing at me to let him, except once, and he immediately began licking the scratch, so it felt more like he was marking me as his than anything else. He also would snuggle with me when I went to bed, and to make sure he was waiting for me after my nightly shower, I would put him in my bed, head on the pillow and blanket tucked around him, telling him to stay there until I got back, and he would, except once. I know this for certain because I shared the room with my grandmother and she couldn't understand how and why he listened, as well as watching the single time he didn't stay, but she said he wiggled out of blanket, left the room to eat and drink and use the litter box, then came back, wiggled back into place, all before I came out of the bathroom. I never knew until after his death, when she told me as we were reminiscing after his burial.

I was 13 and we'd moved about a year earlier to a new place which was closer to other homes than the last one, namely being 1 of 2 duplexes off a lane in a very wooded area, with a few other houses around that. (As a side note, another of our cats, Charley, got herself stuck up a tree twice but after that, she stayed inside by choice.) We were miles from a road or street, so we didn't think we'd have to worry because our cats rarely went that far. Or so we thought. One day Precious wasn't back by dark, which wasn't like him, he always was home before dark. I remember it was a Thursday during the school year, so I couldn't go out and try to find him the next day, but we had one of my dad's brothers and his wife staying with us, so my aunt went out looking for him the next day, finding him miles away on the side of a road. I won't say how we found him, but we had most of his body to identify and bury. It was scaring, nonetheless, and I was so devastated that I couldn't handle going back to school for a week, unable to stop crying most of that time, and sleeping fitfully.

After this, I tried keeping all of our cats inside as much as possible, I didn't want to lose anyone else, they were part of our family, but it was hard when all of them were raised being allowed outside when they wanted. I thought I'd have more success with the cat my dad bought a year or so later, who I got to name because of Precious' loss, and we found out very quickly that she was profoundly deaf. I named her Anya, a Russian name meaning grace, because she was part Russian Blue, since we found out later that one of parents was a rare fertile albino. Unfortunately, she got out a few times, but each time, she was found either in our neighbor's car or under our side of the duplex the next morning. Each time she got out when my dad came home around midnight, since he worked late, and finding her was hard because she tended to go right under our side of the duplex. We don't know if for the times she came back out from there the next morning that she stayed there the whole night, we only know she didn't the 2 times she was found in our neighbor's car, since they had a back broken window with a garbage bag over it, which she broke both times she got in. I do know that the home she went to when we had to move years later (because the duplex owner didn't want to renew with us) and couldn't find somewhere that allowed more than 2 cats (we only had 5 damnit) kept Anya inside. Same with the other 2 cats we didn't keep, and also same with the 2 we tried keeping that we couldn't after the fleas began to stay in our carpet instead of on the cats.

So yeah, if I ever get a cat again, it will be indoors only, but right now, because my partner has a mild allergy, I won't ask her to put any money towards a cat and until I have a stable(ish) job, I cannot afford to get and care for one.

Also sorry if you started reading this and it became too much, there's a reason I put this under a cut.

i'll tell you what converted me to being all-in on keeping cats indoors only:

living for a year and a half in a rural area with a sudden feral cat colony explosion on the property.

i moved in with my folks for a bit and at that time, one (1) stray cat mama had taken up residence on the property, but was too feral to let my mother anywhere near her. but especially after she brought three kittens around, mom fed her and the kittens in hopes they'd grow trusting enough she could catch for spay and neuter at the minimum. momcat stayed mean and hella wary, but the kittens would hang around a little nearer and play with my mom via long stick, but still wouldn't come close enough to touch or catch.

unfortunately, two of the three kittens were girls and started having kittens of their own before further progress was made, shortly after i moved in. and that was pretty much instant doom.

there were so many kittens. SO MANY. multiple litters. every time we turned around, more kittens.

we fed them. we hunted for and located the kittens every time anywhere on the property and would move them to a repurposed doghouse anytime a mama cat had them somewhere else, so that they could grow up human-socialized and we could spay/neuter them when they were old enough. (also it was a handy tactic to push the issue of the mamas getting more used to/trusting of us themselves. only really worked with one of them, though.)

and we watched them die.

we watched litter after litter of kittens never make it to the age they could be spayed or neutered. the moms stayed, for the longest time, too skittish to more than briefly touch, much less catch and crate for a vet visit.

it sounds like a silly joke to say i have kitten-related ptsd, but i absolutely do.

too many goddamn times i'd walk out of the garage and find the carport and gravel drive strewn with tiny bodies. others simply went missing, never to be found.

one in particular, i wish i hadn't found, and the visual literally haunts me still, almost a decade later.

i saw so many kittens die of snake bite, spider bite, wild dogs, birds of prey, hit by cars, respiratory illness, covered in fleas and eyes crusted with infection.

and we loved them all. scrimped for antibiotics if the vet could be convinced to give it to us despite our being unable to bring them in. bought flea collars and ointments. we cared for them and fed them and petted them and played with them, brushed their fur and cleaned up their little faces, put ice in their water in hot summer, rigged a heating lamp in their house in the winter.

and they died. horribly. that property is pocked with unmarked graves of kittens and cats.

all the best intentions, not enough resources, and it didn't matter anyways because the population went from three to almost twenty (at times, over thirty) in the blink of an eye.

they died and died and died. our hearts broke over and over again. the stress and anxiety wore us down like sandpaper. i think, by the end of it all, we managed to find less than 10 of them all homes, including batman the disabled kitten i found a home across the country through tumblr.

it was carnage and tragedy, frankly. and we were helpless.

it only ended because they started dying faster than they could be born, and because we finally caught the two remaining mom cats in traps and got them spayed.

the points about outdoor cats being invasive predators devastating to local wildlife populations is true and valid and important.

but i know cat people, and cat people who don't know better than to let cats outdoors. what matters to you is the cat itself, generally. the cat being happy and taken care of.

keeping cats outdoors, letting them outdoors, is not taking care of the cats. it's not protecting them. it's not giving them any happiness or invigoration that couldn't be provided to them as indoor-only pets with just a little research and effort.

they die. they get ill. they get hurt. they're at risk of predators, and cars, and disease, and carelessly cruel children and deliberately cruel adults. they're at risk of disappearing on you because someone else saw a cat outdoors and intervened to give it a better, safer life not in conflict with the local environment.

and if that offends and angers you that someone would just take a cat they saw roaming outdoors, even collared, and that it sounds like i'm endorsing that, i am, but not if you intervene and be that person yourself for your own cat.

if what matters to you is doing right by your cat because it's family and a living creature whose happiness and health and safety is important to you,

keep them indoors. not part time. always. exclusively.

[speedsterviolence]

Get to know me!

I was tagged by @mocha-blossom and @cranberrykissel (Thank you both! This is the first time I’ve been tagged in anything like this!) (side note: I think I was tagged in two slightly different versions of this, so I’m combining them!)

Lockscreen

Three ships: Cassiecissie, SeriRei, Sculder

Last song: You’re Not Here by Akira Yamaoka

Last movie: Everything Everywhere All At Once (rewatched it with my best friend, cried so much. I don’t think I’ll ever watch this movie and not cry.)

Currently reading: The Haunting of Hill House

Craving: To go roller skating

What are you wearing rn: A brown sweater, dark green corduroy overalls & a jean jacket with enamel pins (nitw mae, wtnv radio intern badge, mp100 mob, kermit, fleetwood mac rumors vinyl, deltarune susie) 

How tall are you?: I think I’m 5′4″ 

Piercings: Never got any. Still don’t really care about getting any.

Tattoos: None yet. I have some ideas for some though.

Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses. Honestly I’m kind of a lazy person so I’d be bad at upkeep for contacts. Also glasses just suit me.

Last drink: Water

Last show: Poker Face

Last thing you ate: Fudge striped cookies

Favorite color: Pastel yellow

Current obession: DC Comics once more. Flashfam to be specific.

Unrelated obsession: building a collection of physical copies of my favorite pieces of media (i.e. getting vinyls and cassettes of my favorite albums and getting dvds of my favorite shows and movies) and otherwise downloading things that I like but don’t necessarily want to buy a vinyl, cassette, or dvd of.

Pets: A long haired tabby cat named Blu.

Fav fictional character: Susie from Deltarune

The last place you traveled: Oregon. 

Tagging: @sleepyfangirl18 , @spacepirateangels , @bartallen ,  @cluepoke , @tomatofarm (It’s cool if any of you or all of you don’t do this btw) 

I hope you all have a great day!

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

302 of 2023

**A survey devoted to your cat**

[xxxtaylorxxx]

Where did you get your cat?

One was born in our house and the other is adopted.

What’s his/her name?

One is Victoria and the other is Suzanne.

Do they wear any collars? What color?

They do. Victoria had a red one and Susie has a blue one.

What breed is it?

Victoria is a hybrid, domestic cat and European wildcat, Susie is just a mix.

How old is it?

One is 12 and the other is 4.

What color is it?

One is a grey tabby and the other is a tuxedo.

When is it’s birthday?

In June.

Do you have any good memories with your cat?

A lot. I love my little furry gremlins.

Are they a big part of your life?

Of course. They are my little daughters.

Do they use the litterbox well?

Surprisingly, they do. Susie asks to do her business in the backyard, though.

What do they sleep on/in?

Our bed, their beds or anywhere else. Couch, chairs, wherever.

Does catnip make them go crazy?

Never tried catnip on them.

Do you love your cat(s) unconditionally?

Of course. They’re important to me.

What color eyes do they have?

Both have yellow eyes.

Are they mean?

Susie is sometimes.

Are they nice?

Victoria is the most cuddly, teddy bear-type kitty you’d ever meet. She has never hissed at any human, although she hisses at other cats. Susie is all snuggly and purring when she wants something.

Do they get along with other cats?

They tolerate each other, but not other cats.

Do you watch Animal Planet?

I don’t, I don’t even know if we have it in offer.

Is that the only kind of pet you have?

Yeah, we have only cats.

Are they named after anyone?

No, but they have human names. Victoria’s story is special, she was a weak kitten and we thought she was gonna die, but she survived. So we named her Victoria, because there was a victory.

Is it a girl or a boy?

Both are girls.

Do they sleep alot?

They do, in very random places. Just at the evening they get the zoomies.

Have they ever caught a mouse?

Victoria used to bring us mice as gifts, but she doesn’t anymore. Susie never did it.

Does it have any special markings?

No, they just look like their typical colours :P Victoria has a brown nose, Susie has a pink nose. Victoria’s face used to be brownish, now she’s getting grey due to her age.

Have they ever had fleas?

No, they get special medication against them (and other parasites) at their vet check-ups.

Do they still have their front claws?

Why wouldn’t they have?

Are they fixed?

Yeah, both are sterilised.

Do they have any disabilities?

No, they’re healthy.

Do they like the outdoors?

They do, but only once a day and for short time.

[rayne-the-neutrois-nerd]

Thank you for tagging me!! Sorry this is so long

1. Are you named after anyone? Technically? My deadname anyways. My mom chose it because it was the name of a baby in a show she loved. My dad also agreed on my middle name because of a bull rider. My chosen name was... a lot of trial and error but I settled on Rayne bc I love the rain. Also my friends said it fit.

2. When was the last time you cried? A couple thursdays ago? Idk I wrote it down... I'm weird and write down when I cry and why bc I rarely cry bc I'm dumb and suppress it. Don't be dumb like me.

3. Do you have kids? Nope! Don't want any anytime soon either!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? No, I'm always serious. I hate sarcasm. (Btw, this is sarcasm)

5. What sports do you play/have you played? Besides what we had to do in p.e., I was on the basketball team in 6th grade but... had to leave bc I had bad grades but also the girls were fucking mean. I did one summer of competitive swimming but I didn't like it that much, I just prefer to swim around at my own pace doin my own thing. I tried tennis once but that requires being quick on your feet. I also used to go with my dad to golf as a kid and got to putt. Kinda wanna go again ngl. Oh yeah and one winter in Yosemite we went up to Badger Pass to ski.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? Uh, physically maybe hair and clothes? General color palate? Body language too.

7. What's your eye color? I guess hazel? They're like a blend of green brown and a tiny bit of grey? They're not green but a sort of olive color.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, I hate scary movies.

9. Any special talents? Um. I dunno? I can talk for hours to myself going on tangent after tangent about random shit? Is that a talent? I guess I also pick up on things quickly, like I got really good at playing flute quick, marching quick, drum majoring, etc. Nothing really special or weird. Oh, I'm pretty good with language related stuff too.

10. Where were you born? The sweaty taint of California... aka Fresno.

11. What are your hobbies? *deep breath* Playing music, conducting, writing, bullet journalling, book binding, various witchcraft things, d&d, video games (esp jrpgs), solving puzzles, knitting, talking way too fucking much, a bit of sewing, learning languages, marine biology, etc etc...

12. Do you have pets? I'm not sure if my cat, Wakka, is still around my old house bc its been over a month since the snowstorm and we all think she just moved on to another home (still gonna search for her when we go back up) BUT!! My lovely cousin is making sure I get this little tortiseshell calico that was just born a week ago, I'm so excited! And my dad is either getting the orange or grey tabby, they're not 100% sure. But its gonna be a bit before they move in.

13. How tall are you? 5'5 ish? I'm like smack 5'4.5 and it depends on the doctor which way they round it.

14. Favorite subject in school? Band and French. I love music and languages and those two class periods were like, the only thing keepin me going back then because I genuinely had fun with them. English was fine too until Senior year when I went into a.p. and it was just fucking Philosophy. I just wanted to be in a class where people knew how to use commas, not to read Plato

15. Dream job? Author! Or bookbinder! Or both! Publish a novel and as a special thing, handbind limited edition copies of them! Also do stuff in the old days where you take bookbinding commisions where they give you the text block of the book and I make a custom covers for them. Author is definitely the base though, I just can't stick to just one thing, I like doing too many things.

For tags... hhhmm. @a-star-that-fell @catboyelimgarak @gerardwayoftheday2 @evilqueenliv @deyjahboo you don't gotta if you dony wanna, I'm just taggin

15 questions / 15 mutuals

thanks for the tag @joeschains <3

1. are you named after anyone? -technically no, BUT my mom was ~inspired~ by the drummer of a band. (not saying which one because that would reveal my government name lol)

2. when was the last time you cried? -maybe a couple weeks ago. my medication makes me not be able to cry much. I just feel extra shitty with no way to get it out. :'''')

3. do you have kids? -ABSOLUTELY NOT and don't plan to thanks

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? -never..

5. what sports do you play/have you played? -I played soccer until middle school

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people? -bro idk...maybe their height?

7. what’s your eye colour? -brown

8. scary movies or happy endings? -depends on what mood I'm in

9. any special talents? -I sing and play guitar (play guitar badly), I also can tattoo

10. where were you born? -new hampshire, gross

11. what are your hobbies? -playing and writing music, tattooing, hiking/fitness, baking

12. do you have any pets? -two cats that are my babies :)

13. how tall are you? -5’3ish

14. favorite subject in school? -history, music, and drama

15. dream job? -god please let me make a living off my music please please please and also dabble in film acting

no pressure tags <3 @moonlitdark @ceriseheaven @the-valkyrie-writes @bowersbubbles @ruby-dragon @sweet-villain @moonchildquinn @josephfakingquinn @quinnsmunson @jaimejamieb @nebulousfishgills

[minaslittleone]

Fission & Fusion (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: How did the refined and proper Wilhemina Venable end up working for two coked-up tech bros out of the back of a van?

An origin story of sorts, dedicated to the amazing @lucyintheskywithxanax who has developed such a beautiful and nuanced depiction of Mina. This was inspired by her incredible story “And I failed to climb the mountain”.

Word count: ~2500

Professor Thompson was not surprised that she had to go searching for Wilhemina the following evening. Part of her had hoped that the young woman would have been waiting for her, a sign that she was allowing herself to accept the genuine support proferred to her. That was not to be. It was only natural, she supposed, as she made her way through the concrete wasteland that served as the hotel's parking lot, that after a lifetime of being belittled and dismissed, of being told she was nothing but a burden, that Wilhemina would find it difficult to accept help. To even believe that the offer of help was genuine.

The older woman shook her head as she raised her her hand to knock on the door indicated by the disinterested girl working reception. The world, and people, really could be so cruel.

When her initial knock went unanswered, she tried again slightly louder this time. Again she was greeted by only silence.

"Wilhemina." she called out, as she knocked for a third time. "Wilhemina, it's Professor Thompson. Can you let me in dear?"

In the beat of silence that followed, she could feel Wilhemina's indecision - her pride balking at the idea of reaching out to accept the tender care that her heart so dearly yearned for. For now, pride relented.

There was a jangle of keys as nervous fingers fought against the lock and deadbolt. The door eased open a crack to reveal Wilhemina, shoulders curled in on themselves, head bowed, face obscured by a curtain of red hair and supporting a significant portion of her weight on her cane. Her form fitting dress from the previous day had been replaced by black leggings and a loose fitting faun jumper which dwarfed her slender frame, sleeves extending well past her wrists where her fingers toyed anxiously with the cuffs. As the older woman eased the door slightly further ajar she couldn't miss the way Wilhemina flinched, obviously uncomfortable with any kind of physical proximity.

"Wilhemina?" the older woman coaxed. Glassy brown eyes peaked from beneath swollen lids, tentatively meeting her gaze. As she did her long hair shifted just enough to reveal the array of grazes decorating her right cheek and temple, chronicalling the previous night's events like braille across her skin. Wilhemina fought against the instinct the pull away as the older woman gently lifted her hair to inspect the damage. And as much as she hated allowing anyone to bear witness to her weakness she couldn't help but wonder when she had last been touched with such tenderness.

And maybe that was what gave her the courage to recount the events of the night before, those soft, caring touches that spoke more than words ever could, that whispered insistently that she deserved so much more. From the grinding weight against her fingers to the sickening crunch of her skull on the concrete, the smell of stale alcohol and tobacco, and the taste of dispair as calloused fingers rifled through her book bag and located the money that was supposed to be her lifeline. And more than all of that, the shame of laying sprawled out on the concrete unable to move.

Eventually the sound of the steal capped boots had disappeared into the distance, apparently deciding she wasn't worth any further humiliation. You're too ugly even for that, her mother's voice cooed. Slowly, she had managed to lever herself from the ground, bracing herself between her cane and the wall. Her trembling fingers had finally managed to overcome the lock but all too late. She stumbled across the threshold, collapsing onto the bed, curling in on herself in a futile attempt to prevent any further pain.

Professor Thompson's fingers were back at her cheek, tenderly chronically the array of scrapes and bruises that were beginning to blossom across her pale skin. How hard had she hit her head? Did she lose consciousness? Does it hurt if I push here? Any blurred or double vision? Any other injuries? Her hands? Her knees? Her back? No. All just bruised, like her ego, and her heart.

Wilhemina remained fascinated by the cuffs of her sweater throughout Professor Thompson's assessment, fingers picking at small imperfections in the fabric. By the time she raised her eyes the older woman was already moving busily around the room collecting her meagre possessions into her discarded book bag. "Have I missed anything dear?" Wilhemina could only shake her head dumbly in response though her confusion must have permeated her features for Professor Thompson quickly added "If you think for one moment I am letting you stay here on your own Wilhemina, after what happened, you are very, very mistaken".

The older woman slung the sum total of Wilhemina's possessions easily over her shoulder, before extending her hands to the younger woman to help her to her feet. And for once Wilhemina felt no pity or judgement in the gesture, only genuine care.

It felt good to let go for a moment, she thought, as she allowed herself to be escorted to the older woman's car. To hand over the reins, even if momentarily, to someone who genuinely had her best interests at heart. She had always been independent, self-sufficient, mature; garnering praise from countless adults for how grown up she was ever since she was tiny. There had been other words too - bossy, control freak, frigid bitch - a need for order and precision in the small parts of her life that she could control. But she was so tired after trying to hold it all together on her own for so long. Because in reality she wasn't in control at all.

Wilhemina jumped as the driver's side door opened, having not really registered that Professor Thompson had disappeared, let alone returned. The older woman shot her a sympathetic glance in apology for having startled her before starting the car and pulling out of that god damn parking lot.

Not long after she found herself seated at her professor's kitchen table, a warm mug of sweetened tea once again pushed into her hands whilst the older woman cooked. She managed to only feel slightly guilty about that. The room reminded her a lot of the woman herself, no frills and practical but with an undeniable warmth, full of mismatched crockery rather than complete sets, as if each piece had been hand picked for its bawdy colour or intricate pattern. Like her office, Professor Thompson's home seemed a little worn around the edges in the best of ways, it spoke of memories and a life well lived. From the rings on the wooden table from endless hours of conversation over tea, to the dings in the plaster from exhuberant grandchildren the house could not be further from the modernist sterility Wilhemina had become accustomed to.

The next thing she knew a steaming bowl of stew was being placed in front of her and the older woman was joining her at the table. "I hope you don't mind, dear, I know it's nothing very fancy" the older woman added as Wilhemina stared fixatedly at the bowl in front of her. Don't be so rude you ungrateful idiot. "No of course not, it's smells wonderful, it's just that I don't think anyone has ever cooked anything for me before. Thank you."

The older woman paused at that, spoon left resting against the side of her bowl. "Surely your mother did, at least?" Wilhemina scoffed at that, the very idea of Fleur Venable undertaking a task a menial as cooking was almost amusing. "No, my mother never had much interest in cooking, especially when she could pay someone to do it for her." A wry smile passed over the older woman's face "Maybe I should have listened when everyone told me to go into private practice rather than academia, it certainly seems to have worked out well enough for your father. Though I don't think I would have found much contentment in commercial law, I don't think I would have been particularly fond of spending my professional life making rich people richer."

"I don't think it brought my father much contentment either, though that might have been living with my mother" Wilhemina muttered, drawing unapologetic laughter from the older woman. After that the meal was finished in comfortable silence.

Wilhemina was about offer to help with clearing the table when something fuzzy brushed against her leg drawing an embarrassing squeak from her, which she quickly clamped her hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle. "Oh it's alright, my dear, it's just Miko. Hello my sweet boy" the older woman cooed to the grey tabby cat rubbing affectionately at her ankles. "Oh I know sweetheart, I missed you too."

Miko, seemingly satisfied that he had greeted his mistress appropriately, took that moment to return his attention to Wilhemina, who's anxious gaze flicked between the cat and his owner. "Oh I'm sorry my dear, you're not allergic are you?" the older woman asked in response to Wilhemina's obvious apprehension. "No, I'm just not very good with animals" Wilhemina replied as Miko began sniffing at her ankles.

"He likes it if you scratch behind his ears" the older woman suggested.

So, slowly, Wilhemina allowed her right hand to unfurl from it's safe home in her lap downwards towards the inquisitive feline, or at least as far as her spine would allow. Miko craned his neck upwards to bridge the gap, first sniffing at her fingers before quickly beginning to nuzzle against them. Hesitantly Wilhemina began to trail her nails along the cats scalp, concentrating her ministrations behind his ears as his owner had suggested. She was rewarded by purrs of contentment, as Miko nuzzled into her hand with increased vigour. She couldn't help but smile at that.

Soon after Miko raised his front paws onto the bottom railing of the chair in an effort to get closer to Wilhemina, and began nuzzling into her thigh in earnest.

"What is he doing?"

"Oh don't worry, dear" the older woman replied. "He's just saying that he likes you. Well I suppose to be more correct he's transferring his scent onto to you to claim you as his, just in case any other cats get any ideas."

"I don't think anyone has ever claimed me as theirs before" Wilhemina whispered, fingers still threading tenderly through Miko's fur.

"Well Miko certainly has and so have I" the older woman replied, "and we both happen to have excellent taste."

Wilhemina could only reply with a small, trembling smile.

"Now come on dear, you've had quite an eventful few days and I doubt you slept much last night"

Wilhemina nodded and allowed herself to be escorted up the stairs towards the guest room, Miko following closely on her heals.

The room which Professor Thompson showed her to was already bathed in warm light from the bedside lamp and her book bag had been placed upon the quilt covered bed.

"Now the bathroom is just across the hall, dear, and I've put out fresh towels for you. If you need anything during the night my room is just down the hall, ok?"

"I'll be ok, but thank you" Wilhemina offered the older woman a shy smile.

Professor Thompson made to leave for the night before turning back unable to stop herself. "Forgive me asking dear, but haven't you heard from your parents? Surely they must be worried where you are?"

Wilhemina did not share her certainty. "I haven't checked my phone." Perhaps childishly she didn't want to check, because until she did she could cling onto the slim hope that maybe her parents did want to know where she was.

"You should check, my dear" the older woman coaxed. "I'll give you some privacy, but I'll be downstairs if you need me"

"Actually" Wilhemina blurted before the courage abandoned her, "would you stay?"

Professor Thompson took a seat on the bed beside her as she rifled through her book bag for her cell phone. One missed call. She almost couldn't believe it when her father's cell phone number blinked back at her on the LCD screen. With trembling fingers she retrieved the voicemail.

"Wilhemina, I understand that your mother can be difficult but surely all this fuss isn't necessary. If this was about making a point, you've made it, you can stop with this childish fit and the two of you can discuss this like adults. Honestly Wilhemina, you know I don't have time for this right now, the McMahon case goes to trial in less than a week, I have better things to be doing with my time than be refereeing some petty squabble between you and your mother. Just sorted it out."

Professor Thompson killed the voicemail halfway through the pre-recorded list of options, they certainly didn't want to listen to the message again.

"I'm so sorry, dear, I shouldn't have pushed you to check."

Wilhemina shrugged. "If I'm honest with myself, I didn't really expect anything different. I just hoped that maybe, I don't know..." she sighed. She did know, she had hoped that for once her parents would show ounce of love and affection, or even just anything more than apathy. Anything to indicate she was more than a burden or the fulfillment of a tickbox in the game of life.

"You would have thought that by now I would have stopped getting my hopes up" Wilhemina muttered, tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks.

"Never" the older woman asserted. "You get your hopes up because you care and you have such a capacity for love, which makes you so much more than either of them will ever be."

She reached up tenderly to wipe the tears from the younger woman's cheeks, careful to avoid to avoid the dark purple bruising now staining her right cheek.

"Besides, their loss is my gain and you have a place here for as long as you need it"

[rollthediice]

          𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖉 || 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊

                                ᵀʰᵉ ᴱⁿᵈ ᵀᵒ ᵀʷᵒ ᴮᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ

It is nighttime in Surrey, as the setting sets an owl lands on a street sign "PRIVET DRIVE", the sign is referring to the very identical looking brown bricked houses that are lined up beside each other on each side of the rode. The owl flies away, and an elderly man with crimson robes and a long silvery-white beard named Albus Dumbledore walks out of a forest near the street, past a tabby cat standing next to what looks like a shed. He takes out his deliminator and activates it. Dumbledore zaps all the light out of the lampposts. He puts away the device and a cat meows. Dumbledore looks down at the cat.

"I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall." The cat silently looks at him, before the cat itself turns into a woman with a tall hat. There are footsteps and Minerva McGonagall is revealed.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?"

"I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad."

"And the twins?"

"Hagrid is bringing them."

McGonagall let out a small chuckle, "Do you think it was wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"Ah, Professor," Dumbledore began, sensing that the professor didn't really trust Hagrid due to the past. "I would trust Hagrid with my life."

There is a motor sound, and the two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts. A large man with shoulder-length black hair and a beard named Rubeus Hagrid takes off his goggles.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall." Hagrid addressed them both while getting off of his motorcycle.

"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asked him as he approached the large man.

"No, sir. The little ones fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh." Hagrid hands two babies wrapped up in two soft and beautifully crafted blankets over to Dumbledore. "Try not to wake them. There you go."

Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid began walking down the street, soon stopping outside a house which is 4 Privet Drive. "Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are..." Professor McGonagall was shortly cut off by Dumbledore,

"The only family these two have left." He reminded her as they approached the muggles front door.

"These two will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know their name."

"Exactly. They are better off growing up away from all that. Until they are ready."

Dumbledore places the baby on the ground slowly. Hagrid sniffles, he is sobbing a little. He clears his throat. Dumbledore overhears and decides to remind him that it wasn't truly a goodbye, they would see the two again. And to that, Hagrid gives a nod.  

Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the two babies, who are now at the foot of the door.

"Until we meet again, Hazel and Harry Potter."

The two babies are left on the doorstep but it is shown that one of them has a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt and the other has a scar in the shape of the little dipper.

[sasukyss]

Here we go

List of all my animals (dead and alive)

Ok, in gonna divide this into sections depending on the species of the animals, cause I had a fuckton of them.

CATS

1. Marie (dead): she was ginger and white and I think she might of been our first cat? Idk I don't really remember but I do know that we picked her up off the street lol.

2. Beauty (alive): she's our oldest animal! She's white and we've had her for around 10 years and we got her from our plumbers.

3. Milly (dead): she was Beauties daughter, she was a tabby cat. Milly only died a few years ago, she was also one of our longest living animals. Fun fact about her, she got shot and lost feeling in her tail but she lived! She died of feline leukemia lol

4. Molly (dead): Milly's sister, she was also tabby but with darker colouring, I think she got poisoned by one of our neighbours. She was sweet

5. Spider (???): one of Milly's litter of kittens, he was a dark tabby colour and he hated my entire family and he ran away the moment he could

6. Tiger (???): another one of Milly's, he was like Spider but lighter in colouring. He also hated us and ran away.

7. Ariel (???): part of Milly's litter, I named her Ariel cause she had a ginger bit on her head lmao. She hated my entire family and also ran away

8. Lucky (dead): he was my trans cat!! He wasn't really part of Milly's litter cause we found him when he was a newborn in the rubbish, but Milly happened to be feeding the kittens and she took him. He was ginger and white.

9. Angel Milk (???): she was black and white and we only had for a bit and then we dropped her off at this house cause we couldn't look after her and then we never saw her again.

10. Hope (dead): we found her in another village when she was a kitten, sadly she was a carrier of feline leukemia so she died of it and also gave it to my other cat who died a few years later. Hope was white with random patches of tabby fur everywhere

11. Buttercup (dead): A SWEETHEART. She was tabby with super long fur and she was sweet and she had two kittens and I loved her a lot

12. Guppy (dead): one of Buttercups litter, he was super long and he had long dark tabby fur.

13. Kevin (dead): Guppy's brother, he was my neighbours cat and I think he only died a few years ago. He had the same fur and colour as his brother.

14. Biscuit (???): He was ginger and one of my favourite cats, super sweet and I loved him a whole lot

15. Mopsy (dead): we got him along with his sister from our school when he was a kitten. He was super big and had dark tabby fur.

16. Roberta (alive): HOMOPHOBIC BITCH. She's so grumpy and I hate her, I actually have photos of her so here

17. Arya (alive): gay ass cat. We thought he was a girl at first cause he was so pretty but turns out he's a dude and hes super gay

18. Arnold (alive): my beloved, I love you sm. He's great and I'd die for him. He's also bisexy

19. Lucy (alive): BABY PLS COME HOME. She's not dead but she's in England with my brothers, I miss you 💔 here's a pic of her assaulting her child

20. Lucy's litter of kittens whose names I only remember two of so here's a photo of them (all alive minus 1):

DOGS

1. Rocket (dead): stupid and dumb. He was small and was light brown with darker colours on his snout and legs.

2. Daphne (dead): my beloved, you may have been dumb as shit but you cared and thats what counts. She was super scruffy and she was black with light brown on her snout and belly.

3. Daphnes first litter of puppies that was like 6 and idk what happened to any of them cause my mom gave them away at my school and these kids just took them home and I nev r saw any of them again.

4. Fred (alive): we called her Fred cause we thought she was a dude but suprise, she wasn't and she had 13 puppies cause my dad dumped her in this village in the mountains and we found her again cause my uncle bought a house there and we had to check on it. Oh yeah she was also coloured like a Dalmatian lol.

5. Marbles (dead): honestly I don't remember where we got him all I know is that we had him and his brother when they were puppies and one day we found him dead. He was white with brown patches.

6. Domino (alive): my neighbours took him in, he was Marbles brother and he grew up to be fucking huge. Hes white with brown patches.

7. Goldy (alive): part of Daphnes second litter of puppies, Daphne had like 7 but one got killed by Fred who had her puppies at the same time. Yes I was there and saw her with it in her mouth. It wasn't fun. She's called Goldy cause she had blonde fur lmao

8. Tinkerbell (dead): looked like a Yorky but longer and scruffier, she could jump super high and she got run over by my neighbour

9. May (dead): she didn't last long, she was white and was a puppy and she also got ran over by my neighbour

10. Annabelle (alive): she looks like a rat, she's from this litter of puppies we found near one of our neighbours houses, shes white with black patches.

11. Toby (dead): he was brown and big and he would always break out of the dog house. He got hit by a car and it broke his spine so they had to put him down.

HAMSTERS

We had two generations of them, the first batch had babies and thats how we figured out that if you touch baby hamsters their mother will eat them cause she doesn't recognize their scent. So in total 8 hamsters (gen. 1 and 2) and some like 6 babies.

FISH

We had a fucktonnn, and they'd die every few months so we'd got back to this festival where we got them. I think the ones we had the longest was one of mine (Aurora) and one of my brothers (Stitch).

CHICKENS

Ok so we had three gens of them

Gen 1: I don't remember a lot but ik the rooster was called Scooby-Doo (my younger brothers choice). Also they got killed by this thing called a genet that Fred ended up killing

Gen 2: again idkkk, ik they were black and they hated these other chickens we had. Also they ate baby mice

Gen 3: they were this single rooster and these two chickens, the rooster kept getting beat up by the ducks so we had to move him away. Just so you know chickens don't die pretty.

DUCKS

Yes we had fucking ducks, cause my brothers a dumbass and wanted some for a reason

Roberto (alive): idkk ik hes the one that actually lived and we need up giving him to one of my mom's friends.

Roberta (dead): idk what happened to this one I didn't really care tbh.

RABBITS

Snowy (dead): ok so we called Snowy sumo rabbit cause she was fucking huge and albino. Also funny story, but we thought Snowy was a dude so we would get her other rabbits but she ended up killing them all, so we eventually figured out Snowy was a girl so we got her a dude rabbit, and yeah she got pregnant but she also killed the dude rabbit, so yeah...

She had like two litters of them and they all died lol.

Carrots (dead): I miss you 💔 super great, even if she didn't like anyone. She also had kid rabbits and these ones actually lived. Also she was orange so that's why we called her carrots.

Thumper (dead):, he was a dwarf rabbit, he was black and white and he was the father of these other two rabbits we had.

Bruce (alive): idk why he's called Bruce, I thinks he's black and white but I don't remember

Jean (alive): again, idk about the name. This one's white and brown I think.

BIRDS

Ok so we had one budgie which we called Peanut and I don't remember what happened to him, and then we had two lovebirds and I'm pretty sure we named one after my uncle cause the bird was bald like him. Yes they are both dead.

[marigoos]

Ohohohoh

1. Were you named after someone?

Nope! I think my mom wanted an unusual name. Dad wanted to call me after his grandma but it sounded very bad with my surname :^

2. When was the last time you cried?

~10 days ago. Went to a funeral. (Uni professor who departed way too soon)

3. Do you use sarcasm?

0:)

4. What's the first thing you notice about people?

LISTEN I'm too face-blind, so it depends on whatever is the most original. Sometimes smell, sometimes hair, sometimes beard, sometimes body shape, anything that may help me recognize them on the street (spoiler: I fail anyway)

5. What's your eye color?

Classic brown 😌

6. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending. Can't deal with jumpscares

7. Any special talents?

Uuuuuh *spins wheel* Unwanted-Small-Animal-In-House Official Shooer

8. Any pets?

A cat! Black tabby, 16+ y.o.

9. What sports do you play/have played?

Ehhh nothing officially, outside of P.E. (would love archery but I'd need a stable job that doesn't kill me and a place close to home. In the meantime, I walk/swim/ice skate/hike according to weather and spoons. I also occasionally stealborrow bro's weights)

10. How tall are you?

1cm less than Luna ^ (I am biting their ankles)

11. What was your favorite subject in school?

Science! All natural sciences. I was the science nerd in my class

12. Dream job?

I do not dream of labor, but if I had to pick it would be among librarian, artist, translator, or maybe something with animals (did I ever tell of the time I got this 👌 close to go on an expedition to antarctica to count penguins and deliver mail but ultimately couldn't because it was british land and they wouldn't sponsor my visa? Because fuck brexit)

Usual blanket tag! Anyone welcome to hop in :3

Thanks for the tag @theydoctor <3 :D

1. Were you named after anyone?

I named myself after Theodore Laurence from Little Women (a very trans book, go listen to the Jo's Boys podcast)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Recently. Like Friday maybe

3. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes :P though it is mostly in reaction to other people's sarcasm

4. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I think their vibe? like maybe their sense of style

5. What's your eye color?

Brown :)

6. Scary movie or happy ending?

false dichotomy but happy endings mainly

7. Any special talents?

I can solve a rubik's cube (it's a good fiddle)

8. Any pets?

My bby boys! We have two corgi/chihuahua puppies. they're 6 months old and I love them.

[Image description: 2 images of corgi/chihuahua puppies.

The first image is a brown and white corgi/chihuahua mix puppy standing outside with snow on his nose. Both his ears are standing up.

The second image is a brown corgi/chihuahua mix puppy standing outside with snow on his nose. His left ear is standing up while his right one flops downward.

End image description.]

9. What sports do you play/ have played?

I played volleyball and basketball as a youngun

10. How tall are you?

5'6

11. What was your favorite subject in school?

Probably lab days in Chemistry :D titration my beloved

12. Dream job?

Public librarian or archivist. In community with others, in some way for sure.

Tagging: @prismartist, @sherlock-is-ace, and @join-me-in-the-bog. No pressure tho!

[gayboysero]

aizawa’s cats (hc)

i see a lot of people depicting aizawa with only one cat. and i get it. i understand it. but i don’t fuckin accept it. if you think this motherfucker has less than four cats in his house at any given moment, i’m disappointed in you.

(this is an erasermic with shinson hc post. also, spoilers for the side comic bnha vigilantes)

pudding (brown longhair, 17) he got her as a kitten shortly after shirakumo died. as a side effect of that traumatic event, aizawa feels a pathological obligation to give his cats food names, starting with her. pudding is his baby and he loves her more than anything. every day when he gets home, she comes to the door to greet him and he picks her up and they kiss each other’s faces.

dumpling (calico, ~13) adopted him when he was ~6. he’s kinda tubby but also has a bunch of alleycat scars. he’s very skittish and not super cuddly, but he’ll do anything for food.

banana (yellow tabby, 7) found him as a kitten in the garbage and couldn’t let him go. present mic named this one. mic insisted on having at least one cat that likes him, so he babied banana extra. it didn’t totally work, because banana’s best friends with dumpling who doesn’t really like mic. he and banana get along well enough though.

creampuff (black and white patchy, ~6) she just showed up all the time so he put a collar on her. she’s the most playful out of all of them, and will straight up attack any loose fingers or feet within eyesight if she gets in a Mood. she really doesn’t get along with pudding bc pudding doesn’t put up with her shit.

milky (white longhair, 4) got him as a gift for shinsou when they formally adopted him. shinsou named this one, and fittingly he’s shinsou’s baby. he’s very friendly but also food motivated. shinsou managed to teach him a few simple tricks: he‘ll sit, lie down, give high fives, and meow on command.

bonus: nemuri’s cat sushi (the one gifted to her by shirakumo) passed away a few years ago at 14, but while he was alive aizawa was his uncle and got along better with him than nemuri did