#like i wasnt born yesterday i know what you're trying to do

[blkwag]

excuse me

[shvkespearc]

lmao i literally typed a huge multi paragraph essay about this but it got deleted which was probably a sign from god gently encouraging me to shut the fuck up

its ok i wasnt exactly saying anything new or interesting

these tags (x) are LITERALLY it though

its so funny (PAINFUL ON SO MANY LEVELS) to see art like this coldly reduced to like ah yes. an 1854 oil on canvas snore. which is like YEAH that is what happens when art is created in a society where "a guy painting a guy? he would NEVER want him carnally" and "a nude painting of a woman? she must sit calmly and gaze into the middle distance to show she is a sexless being" and a deep pervasive fear of sex in general exists.

(not to say people werent fuckin lmao i was not born yesterday)

(but you couldnt just TALK about fuckin)

(and i think there was way more shame and fear in it even if you WERE fuckin cause of like idk something something catholic guilt. but thats another post!!!)

(im just talking about like western society in recent history by the way)

and like of course art has also been created truly to simply be a study of the human form in a non-horny manner! BUT THAT . IS SIMPLY JUST LIKE . NOT THE ONLY REASON LMAO. i think that is the reason far less than people act like, really

idk more modern recent art is interesting because theres more ability to be open and free with the content like you can draw a giant vagina if you want and itll be a hit but only if you do it in neon pink tones for max girl power marketability. (DIFFERENT POST DIFFERENT POST) but sometimes i think its cold in its own way. like trying really hard to seem bold and surprising and full of feeling but it actually feels empty and soulless because you're like.... only allowed to be Bold and Unique in new acceptable ways? like the neon pink vagina??? ok i really dont know what im sayin anymore.

something something there is a link between the emotional depth yet faux-sexlessness of art of the past (and the way we look at it still despite our modern lens as being nothing but a sexless nude) , and current art that despite Looking free and open with its sexuality and feeling in general has an undercurrent of coldness and soullessness and fear. which is like. idk our modern society having its little censorship and being a christian fundamentalist moment!!!!!!! send post please unfollow me

ppl really just painted naked sexy ppl and they were like its ok theyre a deity and i am an intellectual for knowing the Myth and Legend pertaining to said deity. that is why i have painted this woman with huge bazongas and this man with the look in his eyes of a lamb awaiting the slaughter. WHY would you ever think that i have made this painting out of any carnal desire. #oil on canvas

[threepointseven]

Hii I'm so glad you're active again. Do you think you'd be able to write something angst similar/ based off this post?

🌺summary!🌺- You're being accused of faking your pregnancy because the exchange student is pregnant just like you. In a fit of rage you pack your things and decide to raise your child by yourself. After your baby is born how do you deal with finding out the exchange students baby is neither of the brothers child, and the brothers want you back?

Type- scenario 🍄

Flowers included!🌼= brothers x gn! Reader

Note🍀= hello! im so sorry this took a little longer than expected, i planned to do this but i came back at a really wrong time since my grade 7 midterms are coming up! but this isnt proof read and quite rushed so sorry if there are any mistakes! thank you for requesting btw!

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Creds to @gallantys for the idea of this post!

C/N= Child name E/N=Exchange student name F/N= friend name

You were ecstatic. You were thinking that you were pregnant days ago, only now had you gotten the time to take a test. Your eyes lit up as two red lines appeared on your pregnancy test. And you happily cheer “im pregnant!!”

Not knowing the woman next to your room heard your cheers of how you were pregnant.

Your feet race to your phone to tell your bestfriend.

F/N IM PREGNANT!!

You excitedly text your friend

HUH?!?! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?? TELL THE BROTHERS!!

You give it some thought though. The brothers have talked about a baby once or twice but actually having a kid..

“I’ll tell them tomorrow” you muttered as a soft smile paints your face.

As the morning sun rises the first thought in your head is to announce to everyone that your pregnant.

So now here you stand, in front of the brothers and e/n.

“What did you need us all down here for Y/N?”

I took a deep breath.

“Im pregnant!”

…

The room was silent.. maybe it was because of shock!

“Your kidding right? Cause E/n’s pregnant too..”

“What?”

Why wasn't i informed…!

“E/N told you! Y/N you know lying isnt very good! Especially about a pregnancy.” Asmo put a hand on E/N’s

“No no you dont get it im not lying! Im really not! I wasnt even informed that E/N was pregnant!”

“What do you mean y/n..? We texted yesterday, i told you i was pregnant..”

Her big doe eyes convinced everyone in the room.

“No. This is a misunderstanding, wait let me get the pregnancy test!”

You run to your room to get the pregnancy test in hopes of clearing everything up. And alas

You cant seem to find it.

Your eyes widen, scared that the brothers will take your pregnancy as a joke.

“So..?”

“Uhm..it appears i lost my pregnancy test but no worries! I— ill just go take another one!”

“Y/N..”

E/N’s eyes teared up.. why..?

“Why are you trying to make this about you..? Im pregnant, stop lying to all of them..!”

Her big puppy eyes got all the brothers bowing down to her, believing her lies.

“Y/N i suggest you stop lying to everyone. You’re hurting E/N’s feelings.. have you no shame?!”

Satan never raises his voice at me… why now is it so loud..?

Everything goes blurry as i continue to be falsely accused of faking my own pregnancy.. where did the test go..?! I left it just on the counter..!

“Stop stop! E/N is literally lying if you want i’ll even take the test agai-“

Before i could finish my sentence Lucifer raised his hand and slapped my right cheek, the stinging feeling flowing through my body as i look at him wide eyed

He just slapped me

“You know what. Fine, i doubt you seven would be good parents anyways.”

As i dash off my intentions being to get as far as i can from the brothers i hear a whisper from the one and only E/N

“Thank god you're leaving~”

It was a whisper. A mutter so soft yet sounded so cynical. Tears brimmed my eyes as i ran to my room to pack my things.

After Clothes after clothes, i ran away from the demons. I always knew i was a second thought to them.. it was too obvious from the start. If they only want e/n i’ll happily leave her to them.

10 months. Its been 10 months ever since i ran away from the brothers and decided to take care of my child myself. All i could think was sorrow and happiness when my child was born. They had eyes just like lucifer, i couldnt help but be reminded of them whenever i looked at theyre face.

Life has been easy enough. Without the brothers i may succumb to loneliness at times but there has never been a day where C/N cant cheer me up. They’re eyes full of life as they crawl to me.

C/N’s first words were mama, it brought tears to my eyes when they first said it. What i didn’t expect was for them to say papa.

Was it movies? Was it people around them?

“Papa!!”

My own child happily shouted the word unknowing of how much fear i felt at that moment.

As a mom i should of course tell them everything when their older right..? The question is how would i tell C/N that their own mother cut their dads off.

I heard the phone ring, i picked up c/n and cradled them in my arms as i answered

“Hello?”

“Y/N. This is Satan”

Everything froze at that moment. My eyes widened as i my head scrambled with questions. Satan. How long has it been since i heard that name? Since i heard the name of one of 7 men who let a woman deceive them and leave a pregnant woman to care for her child herself?

I gently let down C/N and let them

Play around

“What do you want Satan…”

“Y/N, could we talk..?”

“….what for.”

“E/N gave birth to her baby safely.”

My teeth gritted at the sound of her name rolling off Satan’s tongue ever so delicately

“None of the brothers including me are the child.”

My angered façade kept still, bot a surprise. I always knew E/N wasnt exactly the most loyal.

“Please let us see your child, Y/N”

“None of you monsters are going anywhere near C/N”

I aggressively hung up, sweat rolling down my neck as my expression stayed an angry frown.

Cradling my child in a hope of calming myself down i let the sun go down and rise once more. Waking up and being greeted with all 7 of the brothers in front of my door instead of a beautiful morning, isnt exactly what i wanted to happen.

As i scanned the seven through the crack of my door fear overtakes me as I quickly take my child to my room, making sure they dont hear whatever argument is about to happen.

“Y/N”

The sin of pride spoke firmly

Stepping out of the house i protectively block my door

“What business do you have in front if my house. Lucifer.”

“Y/N, please. E/N’s child is neither of ours and she left Devildom after quite the explosive argument so please, let us see the child that has our blood, and come back to us.”

“..you’re kidding.”

I deadpanned at the brothers.

How

“How could they think id just walk into your life once more as a happy little housewife with my happy little child and forget about the fact that you 7 gave no care about how i ran away, and accused me of faking my pregnancy?!”

Tears brimmed at my eyes, the brothers eyes looking away in regret.

“Y/N cooperate with us, that's our child.”

Asmodeus added

The nerve.

“No i wont. You let me leave your life and didnt give two shits about when i did. Didn’t care when i gave birth my kid, you let a lying icarus of a woman replace me. Me and my child are doing fine. Do not ever contact me again.”

I said firmly while tears ran down my eyes trying to storm back into my home before i felt the feeling of a stinging grip on my wrist.

“Y/N whether or not you let us see them this isnt an option. That's our child too”

Satan looked furious. I could feel his energy from here. His hand summoned sparks upon my wrist, flames burning my skin and into my flesh.

My heart shatters at the sudden realization at the fact that they’re demons. At any moment. At any moment they can come and take my child away from me.

My little fragile heart shatters like glass, the sharp edges catching on my Lungs and preventing my breath.

“No. No im not letting them anywhere near you 7. And i’ll make fucking sure of it.”

Storming inside my house and locking

My door i pull C/N into a big bear hug. Tears flow like a fountain as i kiss the forehead of my child.

I’ll protect them. I’ll make sure those boys dont come anywhere near them. After what they did to my wrist who knows what they’d to C/N..

“Its just us against the world now C/N..”

[shaggi]

if i could stop time, i would

info ; eren x reader ; soulmates ; 1.8k

content warning ; end of the world concept, mentions of not really wanting to live lol, gentle angst

Day one. 72 hours until the world ends.

The world is going to shit. I know it is because I can hear the panicked buzz of mothers holding their children close and reassuring them as the news practically burned "we're all going to die" into our heads.

My fingers twitched as they held the dark blue fabric of my jeans. I'm terrified ㅡ as is the rest of the people watching the news ㅡ and it most definitely doesnt help when they plaster a large timer onto the screen counting down our days and hours left on our beloved blue planet.

"We never thought this day would come.. Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached the end of the chapter." The words echoed into the back of my mind. 'The end of the chapter'? I havent even really lived my life? I'm only seventeen.. I barely made it to graduation. I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs fully before releasing the built up pressure.

Theres a burning sensation on my waterline, tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. My hands begin to shake when I think back to all the sleepless nights I spent not enjoying life. I took life for granted ㅡ and now it's going to end in three days. In seventy-two hours, it's all going to go away. That's not enough time to say all the things I didnt have a chance to say.

Wasted opportunities.

Wasted chances that I now no longer have control over.

My legs suddenly feel like spaghetti and walking seems like a foriegn topic to me. I just need to sit down, take a breather.

Who am I kidding. The storm inside me is raging on tonight and my hands have a handful of messy locks.

I catch glimpse of inked red calligraphy spelling out the name 'Eren' that is marked onto the inside of my forearm in small writing just an inch below my wrist. My heart swells with sadness.

The sense of realization settles in, practically telling me to 'let this sink in for a little'. I'm not ever going to get the chance to meet my soulmate. I'll never get the satisfaction of weaving their fingers with mine, to lay on the couch on cold winter nights with blankets drooped over our shoulders. Never get the chance to tell them I love them over and over again, to brush their hair behind their ears, grab them by the smooth skin of theirs and feel the fireworks of pressing my lips against their own.

I wont feel the sweet electricity course through me like people explained would happen when they touched their soulmate for the first time. I've spent seventeen years searching for this perfect person in the happiness of this little town. The universe promised a perfect person, they never promised me to meet them though.

The younger generations were lucky, for they werent born with marks. They werent tied to someone, so they dont have anything to lose other than the fact that they're too young to leave this world.

A crowd begins to pull outside, staring at the sky with both a mix of admiration and fear. The blue sky has begun to turn itself into a peach color. My town's happy vibe has now turned uneasy, scared, unsure.

That day, I walk home slowly when the sky begins to darken, taking the scenery of the autumn leaves disarray upon the concrete sidewalk. If the world is ending in three days, I'm going to make the most of it. Soak it up like a sponge. Do what I should've been doing these past seventeen years and love life for once ㅡ despite all the wrong. Despite the fact that I'll never graduate, and never meet my soulmate. I force myself to disregard the nagging thoughts that tug at my conscious.

I dont think about the fact that I'll never get a chance to buy my first apartment.

I dont think about how I wont be able to wake up every morning to make my significant other breakfast.

And I most certainly dont think about how I'll never be able to take my lovers hand at the alter and say with great pride, "I do."

Day 2. 48 hours until the world ends.

Today, I woke up early. Early enough that the sun still hasn't peaked over the clouds. They say that if you wake up early enough the day takes longer to end.

The aching pain in my chest never seems to cease. I laugh a little bitterly at the calander on the wall, I feel like its mocking me now. A part of me wants to rip the thing to shreds and scream until my throat is raw ㅡ but I said I'd make the best of these last days. So, I push these bitter thoughts from my mind and start up a warm shower.

Seventeen years of not wanting to be alive, and now I only have two days to live until the entire world completely goes to shit. Ironic, isn’t it? Why now am I so angry? The water is warm trickling down my bare body, as my shower thoughts continue treading forward to how I could make life better in less than forty-eight hours.

I walk down a different road today, deciding that routine wasnt necessary when the world is going to end in forty-eight hours. The countdown continues on nearby TVs, the bright white luminous against the dark morning sky.

It makes me feel anxious.

Destruction clouds my mind, but I bite my lip and hold my ground. This situation will not drive me crazy.

The town is a lot quieter than I expected, then again it's only 6 in the morning.

The day carries on just as any other day, the air seems heavier though. It's the night time that brings chaos.

You see, I've been walking around town all day blowing that last little bits of money I have on little things that have no purpose. The sky is the same sunset peach as it was yesterday, only barely hinting at a blue color.

There's a faint noise a few blocks from where I am standing, and at first I chose the ignore it. The yelling got louder and louder until I felt my feet pull like magnets to what was going on.

Chocolate hair, smooth tan skin shining under the soft orange of the sky, handfuls of someones shirt as this mystery man pinned some junky against the rough brick wall. His eyes held a killer glow, practically fuming from the ears. I was going to mind my own business, but then I saw the other strike at the brunette ㅡ and I dont know why, but I stepped in.

A surprise attack, a blow right to the face, maybe a minor bruise on my cheek from when the other decided to attack back ㅡ but soon he left. I turn my gaze back to the brunette who still sits on the floor, palms pressed into the concrete.

"I didnt need your help," he hissed, dusting his hands against the black fabric of his jeans.

"Oh you're welcome for saving your ass, wasnt a problem at all." My hand lifts to my face, pressing onto the bruise and wincing before squatting next to this stranger. "Is it bad? Let me see," The moment my hand makes contact with the others chin I feel the rush of electricity course through me.

Overwhelming is an understatement. Sweet emotions flooded through my mind but I can feel the pounding of fear in my veins, and bittersweet it was. When I retract my hand, I see that he's mirrored the exact expression I have; eyes blown wide, fear in the darks of his pupils.

"Eren..?" trying to keep my voice from cracking seems hard, and it comes out more like a whisper. This situation leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Where the hell has he been for seventeen years? Why is he just now showing up?

Eren immediately sprung to his feet, taking a few steps back with no words to say. I snatched at his left arm, pushing the sweaters sleeve up and over his forearm to see my name inked in blue against his paper skin. "So.. you're my soulmate?" I promise I didnt mean to make it sound disappointed ㅡ but in a way, I guess you could say I was.

So many questions raced through my mind; but the biggest question of all was why? Why now of all times we could've met? Why must I be gifted with the worst luck.

Eren isnt a bad person though, and in the few hours we've spent together I can tell you this; His favorite color is red, he lives with his mother and a girl that his family took in when they were very little - who he loves dearly, he can play guitar very well, he looks absolutely adorable with his hair tied up, and that's only the stuff he's told me within the first hour.

Words cannot express how much I wished we could have more time together, but the bright TV clocks continue to remind me that our time is running out.

"There's nothing more I'd rather do than to spend my last moments with you," Eren whispered, golden flecks in his beautiful ocean eyes. His hand was held in mine as the pained expression washed over his face. Somewhere in the conversation led us to this point of heartbreak. We both explained how we wanted nothing more than to meet earlier in life, but apparently the universe had a different plan.

The idea of parting with Eren now just seemed like a waste, and I'd much rather take my dying last breath next to the one I looked for my entire life. Falling in love is easy when you've got nothing to live for.

The walk back to my house is silent, but it's a comfortable silence, and we never seem to let go of each others hands. The house is quiet and dark when we enter.

The rest of the remaining night we have is spent cuddled under the thick blanket of mine, Eren held me close to his chest as we whisper sweet things that wont mean much in a few hours. Chaste kisses are showered over the male as I remind him of how I never stopped searching for him.

He studied my face, moving a strand of hair behind my ear before placing his palm onto my cheek and rubbing his thumb across the smoothness underneath my eye. I could feel my breath begin to shallow and my heart skip a beat. I loved the way his eyes sparkled under my dim-lit room, the way I could feel his heartbeat pulsing from how close we lay where, how steady his breathing was, and how gentle he caressed me.

Its bittersweet, and I never believed in the after life, but with him - maybe, just maybe, we will meet again in the next life.

[nox-crows]

A note to my pet

When pigs fly men will cry

I try to breathe in and i feel like there's not enough air in the world, maybe if i filled myself with air i wouldn't feel as empty now that you're no longer with me, now that you wont annoy me because you're barking at thin air as you usually did.

You were born in a bad way, so small and fragile, you had hip dysplasia and you couldnt lift your own weight with your back legs, your spine had something wrong, you had deformities in your heart, and issues in your lungs, and you would get tumors as we would discover them later, the vet said you wouldn't make it past one month, but even so, we did our best to help you, and you walked, and you ran, and you even managed to stand in two legs for the most part of 12 years.

You stood with me in the worst days of my oh so short life, and each time i thought how rough you had it and you still pulled trough despite all odds, things got easier for me.

I wish i could have taken you to the beach in one of my vacations, or to more of my fishing trips, your fat ass would probably had been too tired by half of the pier so i would have to carry you all the way to the end and then back, you were specially good at annoying me that way.

I knew you were getting older, you could barely run anymore, and even though you were born with a fucked up spine and heart, you for some time managed somehow to even be able to stand in your two back legs but couldnt do it anymore, i knew it was coming, i saw your tired eyes, and even though you were so old i loved that you would walk right behind me wherever i went, even if you had to take your time to do it.

Im glad i managed to take you swimming once, you swam for about fifteen seconds and made it about half a meter from land, then you got tired and fell asleep in the grass right after, i was really scared of you sinking or something but i guess you dogs have the swimming thing in your instincts, i wish we could have done more of that, you seemed so happy.

I stood there with you yesterday, when you fell down, when you could no longer move your back legs and your breathing was fast, when you fell to the floor and could barely lift your head to look at me every now and then, i knew it was time, but i also knew you didnt want me to watch you go, you made the most silent whimperes, i knew you were in pain, and i told you it was okay, that you could go, but you didnt listen, 3 times you managed to sit again and made it seem like nothing was happening, you did fool me, i guessed you were just playing too much with the others while i wasnt watching, but you even avoided at all costs to look at your favorite toy when i brought it to you, i knew you wanted to be alone by then.

Today i wake and you are gone, you fell asleep one last time in the shallow hole you dug in the yard over the past few weeks, you knew it was coming too.

At least that's what i was told, i couldnt be there to say my goodbye, i didnt get to know till six hours had passed, i couldnt hold you one last time, i couldnt stroke your hair for one last time, i couldnt watch you finally rest, and i couldnt thank you enough for everything you helped me with, and so you annoyed me one last time, im sorry for not being there, i hope i wasn't annoying to you.

I had the luck to be with you half my life, im 23 now and its hard to think of a day in which you weren't around, i was with you 12 years, but you will be with me for the remaining 70.

In honor of the captain who helped me brave the roughest waters, Jack Sperrow, i'll miss you for the remaining years, lets meet again in the other side.

[short-welsh-and-angry]

So, yesterday, I was supposed to go out to my grandmother's with my sister and my dog to see our barn cats, seeing as we had a half-day. I hadn't been living out there like I used to - my grandmother had only been up and around for just a couple weeks after beimg layed up since christmas for an operation, and theres always drama avout how I've chosen to train Markus. They've never had big dogs, so I don't necessarily expect them to understand that they're different from small dogs, but taking the word of someone who's done her research. Nonetheless, I've raised all of those cats since they we're about 7 weeks old.

Except for Izzy.

Izzy is nine years old, and I've had her since just before I turned 7. She was born under my dresser at our old house, and her mother had let me hold her immediately after she was cleaned off. Izzy has gotten me through tough times, like whrn my mother was incarcerated, then in the hospital, and when my father was in a toxic relationship. Izzy was always there. Her and I used to cross the creek together, and climb trees, and I'd write in the barn with her sitting on the bench right beside me. Izzy is my baby, my best friend, my soulmate. I'll never find another cat like her, nor do I want to.

15:30, my sister and I were getting a little anxious, seeing as our grandmother was silent - no call, no stopping in after getting groceries

Nothing.

So, I called her. And after having this amazing day in which we took Markus (my dog) out to the field for off-leash training, and got out of school early, and my new room had some progress, my heart sank. No, broke. Like someone ripped it out of my chest, twisting while doing so,and crushed it right then and there.

My grandmother picked up, and I asked her "1.) What is a good time on Monday for Connor's appointment-" Connor has a hole in his side. "- and 2.) Where are you?"

"I told you any time is good Monday; Cory doesn't have to work."

I can't remember how the next part of the conversation went. Probably because it didn't matter. Only thing that mattered was what she said after the next part.

"On my way back from gettin' groceries, I found- I found our Iz. On the side of the road. Somebody got her."

I almost thought it was a joke, until I noticed she was crying, too.

I hung up. I couldn't. It felt like my world was falling down around me. I felt weak, especially in my knees, and my sister got me before I could drop. I couldn't believe it - my Izzy, gone. For 7 years she'd been crossing thay country road, there was no way it could be hers. Surely it wasn't her, right?

When Aurora and Markus and I went out to my grandmother's, I seen Izzy. Before I even got out of the car, I seen her. I didn't want to - I wasn't ready to see her. Not yet. My grandmother said she wasnt bad - just looked like she was sleeping. And how I wish that were the case.

We sat inside for a while. I asked my grandfather why he just left her out like that, on top of one of our metal generator covers. He thought I wanted to see her.

When we finally went out, Misha was sitting outside the garage. Connor was coming back from where my grandmother found Izzy. Castiel was sitting on a truck, on the side of the barn that which faced the road, like a sentinel guarding the rest of the cats, in a daze, staring at where my baby girl once lay.

I don't know how long we stood there by Izzy. I had fallen to my knees, screaming and crying into the called ends of my sleeves. Aurora was frozen, like she couldn't believe it either. My grandmother was right - she did look like she was just sleeping. It simultaneously made saying goodbye easier yet more difficult. We could face her, whole, and not mangled, but on the other hand, she looked like she was going to sit up and start bitching at us for not immediately giving her affection. We sat there, waiting for any sign of life. Aurora kept staring at her as I did, waiting for the smallest sign that her side's were rising and falling, taking shallow breaths because maybe she was just unconscious, not dead.

When I pet her for the second to last time, she was so cold. So wet, and cold from the rain. But her undercoat was still warm. She hasn't been gone that long.

While we had been standing there, before gaining the courage to approach her, Misha had been trying so hard to get Izzy to wake up. Mishi was meowing at her, standing at the foot of Izzy's temporary bed, trying to gain any reaction from the elder cat. Cas was looking all over in the barn for her, and when we later came back out before I had to return home, Connor was sleeping in Izzy's bed.

The last time I pet her, I broke down again. I wanted her to move, to meow at me as a way of telling me she was alright, to push her back against me as if I to say "scratch me, hooman." If I would have thought of it at the time, I would have taken a brush to her, and brushed the gravel from her paw and leg fur, and deshed her one last time. She always loved to be brushed, no matter what time of year.

We can't give her the burial she deserves yet. The ground is too frozen. Now, she's in a bag, in a box, in the barn. It's the best we can do for her right now, to make sure nothing can get at her.

And Izzy, I love you. I love you so much, much more than I can begin to put into words, because there simply arenr enough out there that can convey just how special you are, pretty girl. You were my first cat that I could call my own, and no matter how many companion cats we ended up with that took off, you always stayed. When your sister left, when your son left, when your best kitty friend left - you didn't leave with them. You stayed right here with us, until you couldn't any more. You had so many good years left ahead of you, mumma, years that you deserved. We all loved you so so much, and we still do. We always will. I love you. Aurora loves you. Logan loves you. Destiny loves you. Dad loves you. Cory loves you. Papa and Nana loves you. My mothers side of the family loves you. People that never even met you love you. You were the bag that changed it all, Izzy. Because of you, you opened the rest of our family up to the idea of having cats, that cats were worth something. That cats aren't loyal just because we feed them - that cats love people. You proved that when we didn't have cat food for about 3 days, and not once did you leave. You opened their minds, and caused the rescue of and housing of 12 other cats. You changed our lives so much, beautiful girl. You SAVED lives. We'll never forget you Izzy, please don't ever forget us.

Goodnight, Mumma-Kitty. You're with your mumma and kittens now.

[tarothermit1]

I hate it when men try to ask me for a causal ~coffeedate~ and pretend its supposed to be some friendly meet up. Like ?? I wasnt born yesterday and know exactly what you're doing. I have a whole bf and even him going on a ~coffeedate~ with some girl is just very sus to me. I'm not dumb and I dont need any new "friends." Give me a break!