#this'll be it for today

[rox-reads]

haha yeah! let's use life or death fights as a coping mechanism for trauma and grief! i'm sure this can only end well

[followthebluebell]

Ooooo look at all those tortoiseshell! (I have a tortie myself ❤️)

I'm surprised not a single kitty god mama's point coloring? I guess it's recessive or something lol.

I'm a little surprised too! I'm pretty sure that pointed colors are recessive, so I know I shouldn't be, but I'm surprised anyway. I haven't received a full color breakdown of the kittens just yet.

i THINK we have:

3 torties (maaaybe a calico?)

2 tabbies

1 solid black

Someone who's really good at feline genetics like @felinefractious could probably give a decent guess at what color their dad is, but I'm not great with genetics.

I can't tell if the solid black kitten is actually solidly black or just a very dark tabby. I think this will be the last of the family pictures for a bit to give Coco time to bond with her new babies.

[no-tengo-ojos]

Harlan should stop pissing about and give Arthur a horse already.

He's already half way to disney princess status because Arthurs maxed out his animal affinity base stat. To close the deal he just needs to marry oh idk... a king? maybe in yellow?

[peachiiwren]

Season 2 of My In-Laws Are Obsessed With Me came out today, so here are Therdeo and Pereshati doodles to celebrate!

[simmyfrobby]

After Abel, Dante Émile // sportingnews // Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa) // Dave Sandford // Kin, Clan and Community in Proto-Indo-European Society, Birgit Anette Olsen // ESPN // Wikipedia // ESPN // Jeff Vinnick // Genesis, Valzhyna Mort // Puckprose // I Cast It Away, My Body, William Bearhart // Puckprose // Cain slaying Abel, Abraham Bloemaert (1590) // NHL // Clive Baker // Puckprose // NHL // Murder Ballad in the Land of Nod, Traci Brimhall // Freep // The Changes of Cain: Violence and the Lost Brother in Cain and Abel Literature, Ricardo J. Quinones // penticton western news // The Book of a Monastic Life, Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy) // "A Brother Named Gethsemane", Natalie Diaz // NHL // NHL // Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on 16 November 1581, Ilya Repin (1883-1885) NHL // Brothers, Dan Pagis (trans. Shirley Kaufman) // Fox News // NHL // NHL // Wikipedia // Fox News // NHL // Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa) // Allaboutthejersey // Allaboutthejersey // Jewish Literacy, Rabbi Joseph Telushkin

[decarbry]

howl's moving castle au

[its-muffin-tyme]

These are the people I have watched all (almost all, in the case of Mumbo) of their Hermitcraft 10 episodes

(I actually watched all of Pearl and Joe Hills' POVs within the last week, starting from episode one, catching up last night. Which was fun, but also A Grind XD)

[cornbread33y2]

Finally, my Hellish BanBan design is done!! :D

Very happy with how he turned out, I knew I definitely wanted to do something spooky with his stitchings. And I wanted him to be fluffier, puffed up like a feral cat.

I wanted the split and teeth in his body and face to kinda reflect NabNab's body mouth but not too much. And yes, shifting into this state is very painful for him :c

[dfwbwfbbwfbwf]

It's always what you can't have.

Fëanáro gave a lot to, not just the Eldar, but Arda in general. The Fëanárion lamps, Tengwar, the palatíri, etc. But he's selfish for wanting to keep his greatest work safe.

Yes, I get it, people think it could've fixed the Trees, although it's so much more likely that they couldn't have healed them, but you wanna know what would've been a better idea? The Valar dragging Morgoth back to Aman kicking and screaming so that the Moriquendi and Atani could live in peace. But in the most charitable interpretation I can think of, they thought it would be too destructive.

Well, maybe they should've caught him when he was still chilling in Aman with Ungoliant then. It isn't Fëanáro's job to fix your mistakes, and it's selfish to expect him to.

[broncoburro]

Yes. Because he's an unrepentant cad.

[todayisafridaynight]

mobie might

[comicalcarnival]

squid stickers? squid stickers.

[n-a-gindustries]

MY ETSY STORE HAS BEEN RESTOCKED!! THIS TIME with all the hollow knight merch you could ever ask for!!!!! i would be so grateful if you would go check out the store <3

[nikinikori]

they swear they hate each other fr—

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

You know what? I was writing something with character death anyway.

[the-pobble-terrarium]

KING BRANCH AU DRABBLES “What… what was she like?”

Branch visibly tensed at the question. He wasn’t looking at Viva, but he could see the strained look on her face from his peripherals, could hear the plead behind her question. He turned away from it, from these.. intense emotions radiating from her. He knew it would be hard news for her, death is just… like that. It’s never easy. But seeing it in real time was different, it sort of reminded him of himself in a way, which put a curious knot in his stomach he’d much rather ignore.

“I’m sorry Viva. I can’t.” He fought to keep the waver out of his voice. It was supposed to show he was strong, that he wouldn’t let this years old death hurt him- but it only came off calloused and cold. He was never really good with tone like that, coming off rude when he meant to be sincere. It was something most of the village was used to, but Viva wasn’t really ‘most of the village.’

“Branch Please.” He could hear her encroaching on his space, inching forward in tandem with her desperate plea. “I’ve spent my whole life wondering if she was alive, wondering if I’d ever see her again. I’d at least like to know something about who she was, what she was like.” That hit home. In an uncomfortably close way honestly. Could he really deny her the solace of knowing at least a little bit about her sister? Could Branch really deny a sibling stories of their loved ones they never got to properly meet?

“…Fine.” He relented. “Poppy was… energetic, like you. She tried to see the good in everything, tried to put a smile on everyone’s face… even mine. She told me she believed ‘no one is incapable of happiness.” He paused and laughed softly at the memory, “I’m still skeptical.. She was a great person- she was brave, and funny, and she always knew just what to say to persuade you.” He was becoming shaky despite his attempts to keep still, hooking himself into the felt grass with his hands, like it would stop him from falling apart. “She loved scrap booking and giving gifts and singing and she-” His voice cracked horribly, and he had to stop for a moment. “She would have made a great leader,” he finished quietly, his waver gone but his eyes edged with water. He could feel Viva’s eyes boring into him, begging him to say more- but he wouldn’t. He had crossed a line he set years ago.

He simply got up and left, and Viva could not protest.