#slinky malinki

[helluvastimblog]

Slinky malinki stimboard!

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[juicygf]

some of you didn't grow up with slinky malinki and it shows.

[maywillows]

Photographing my fave for uni :D

[bubblesandpages]

Forever losing bookmarks because I can't remember which books I left them in.

[jayem0h]

my slinky malinky ☻

A hen braces the shorelines with her ducklings behind; doe guide their fawn, unable to stand themselves. The drooling dark of ursine can tender gentle to her cub. Even mice hold their kittens with enough love to fight God. He chewed. He chewed and spat and unminded the alien heartbeat that pulsed in hot blood beneath his rags. He chewed and felt the bile scathe the walls of his precious belly, chewed the sob in his throat should it ask once more for him. For the love to fight God. The Good Death of Heather Marston, 2024.

me when my notes app is so gdamn sick of me not posting fanfic.

reading blood meridian and I always picture the kid as young john marston? for some reason? ⍨⃝

anyway plurg (note: this exerpt is not posted, first chapter is!): https://archiveofourown.org/works/48028957/chapters/121101154

[gracievo]

Slinky Malinki - Lynley Dodd

[eternaljunkyard]

For the ask game Nastya! (I know nothing about the mechanisms btw besides this name lol)

hot choco you blessed being

here we go!!! Nastya Rasputina my queen my darling my dearest,,, I have girlbossed far too close to her and I adore her

1. Favorite thing about them: everything?? I can’t choose… probably her backstory I’ll say because she’s basically if Anastasia was a cyborg and also lived in a space dystopia

2. Least favorite thing about them: that she left so early into the band :(( she is so special to me and I wish I had more of her

3. Favorite line: “I do.” (And it’s not even a wedding) she is so iconic

4. brOTP: Nastya and Ivy,,, I just think they would b cool in the bro*mance way

5. OTP: easy peasy, Nastya and the Aurora <333 they are so good Out who’s she?

6. nOTP: it’s almost unspeakable for me to even say but I know it’s been done in the past,, no hate to people who do ship them it’s just not for me,,, Nastya and Jonny sorry they are Siblings to me

7. Random headcanon: she misses social cues like piano tiles and is a catgirl (basically canon: see cat necklace)

8. Unpopular opinion: she is my slinky malinky and mine alone /hj nobody touch her,,, also she totally came back after Out

9. Song I associate with them: Habits by Genevieve Stokes and Paper Mache by Iris Lune

10. Favorite picture of them: hard to choose,, so unbelievably hard,, but here’s a good one

[superpixie42]

Toddlers are such fuckn little kleptos xD walking around grabbing everything within reach and then relocating his stash to the bottom kitchen drawer.

No little dude: the hair brush, a spoon, your sisters bottle of water, and a hair tie don't belong there. Slinky Malinky was not an instruction book, sir.

[cherryirne]

we all know that this meme needed something like suede-interpretation, so here we are. no, i don't ship coakes, no, this is not what you thinking about (well, actually yes it is, i love coakes, when i look at them i feel like i am nicky talking "slinky-malinky dog etc", so...?????). i'm very sorry for my bad english, i'm so stupid, so don't knock my head please...

[witchstone]

📚 4 & 17 !

4. what sections of a bookstore do you browse?

the only bookshop i really frequent is the spca charity bookshop (there's a bit of a bookshop desert where i live and the closest regular bookshop only stocks the extreme basics). i usually skim the magazines first (since they're on the table outside) for any birding magazines and any cats that might be snoozing there (usually have more luck with the cats). then i usually take a quick look through the generic/romance section for authors i might recognize (don't have much luck here, mostly because i don't often have the time to properly go through that section), then to the history/anthropology, then to the gardening/indigenous plants section, then through to the animals for anything on birds, then the classics shelf. i'm usually accompanied by the shop cat, mrs tom, the whole time

17. top 5 children’s books?

i can't give you five specifically children's books off the top of my head, but the animorphs series was a BIG deal to me from 10-13 (which i really need to finish off, since my library growing up only had up until #29 or something!). also fish notes and star songs by dianne hofmeyr. i used to love reading all those quirky little books about cats, like the slinky malinky series (so much so that i have an alert on the local ebay equivalent, not that anything's cropped up yet). not sure whether this would fall under children's books, but i loved edward lear's limericks, and have had the owl and the pussycat memorised by heart since i was 12.

[margotsayshellogarden]

Slinky Malinki, Open the Door - Picture book read aloud | Relaxed storyt...

[storytellingdreamer]

“Slinky malinky jumped high off the floor. He swung on the handle… and opened the door.”

I imagine this was taken so they'd have evidence that yes it is the cat doing it

[wormsound]

there's some slinky malinki cat flaps shit going down outside my window rn

[erosmoonlore]

had a long ass fkn day and on my way home this huge black cat just leapt out of the bushes like slinky malinky and was all hey baby girl, you wanna pet me?

[wellspokenrambler]

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[shabby-blog]

Slinky Malinki

by Lynley Dodd

Slinky Malinki was blacker than black,

A stalking and lurking

Adventurous cat.

He had bright yellow eyes,

A warbling wail

And a kink at the end

Of his very long tail.

He was cheeky and cheerful,

Friendly and fun,

He’d chase after leaves

And he’d roll in the sun.

But at night he was wicked

And fiendish and sly.

Through moonlight and shadow

He’d prowl and he’d pry.

He crept along fences,

He leaped over walls,

He poked into corners

And sneaked into halls.

What was he up to?

At night, to be brief,

Slinky Malinki

Turned into a THIEF.

All over town,

From basket and bowl,

He pilfered and pillaged,

He snitched and he stole

Slippers and sausages,

Biscuits, balloons,

Brushes and bandages,

Pencils and spoons.

He pulled them,

He dragged them,

He HEAVED them until…

He’d carried them home

To his house on the hill.

One rascally night

Between midnight and four,

Slinky Malinki stole MORE than before.

Some pegs and a teddy bear

Dressed up in lace,

A gardening glove

From MacCafferty’s place.

A tatty old sneaker,

A smelly old sock

And Jennifer Turkington’s

Pottery smock.

A squishy banana,

Some glue and a pen,

A cushion from

Oliver Tulliver’s den.

A clock and some bottles,

A pair of blue jeans,

A half-knitted jersey,

A packet of beans.

He pulled them,

He dragged them,

He HEAVED them until…

He’d carried them home

To his house on the hill.

Then Slinky Malinki,

Rapscallion cat,

Piled them up high

In a heap on a mat.

The glue toppled over

And gummed up the pegs,

The jersey unravelled

And tangled his legs.

He tripped on the bottles

And slipped on the sock,

He tipped over sideways

And set off the clock.

CRASH went the bottles,

BEE-BEEP went the clock,

RO-RO-RO-RO

Went the dogs on the block.

On went the lights,

BANG went the door

And out came the family,

One, two, three, four.

“Oh NO!” they all said,

“What a criminal cat!

Tomorrow we’ll have to take

EVERYTHING back.”

With a tangled-up middle

And glue on his face,

Slinky Malinki

Was deep in disgrace.

NEVER again

Did he answer the call,

When moon shadows danced

Over garden and wall.

When whispers of wickedness

Stirred in his head,

He adjusted his whiskers

And stayed home instead.