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#I have two cats
dontmakemeright · 4 months
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Why isn't there a little boy toy tied up all prettily - wearing nothing but some delicate lingerie, decorated with a cute ribbon on top - presenting for me under the tree?
It's christmas, isn't it?
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gornackeaterofworlds · 2 months
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Been absorbed in ref sheets for my rise au, so have pose sketches for a bay post coming soon~
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honeybeeblu · 11 months
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mods are asleep time to post my cats
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musical-murder · 1 year
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My Intro I reckon..
Yo, I'm Catalyst but call me Cai or Lys I am 18 years old and use any pronouns under the sun [ They/Them are preferred however ]
I pretty much usually do my own thing like... arting and whatnot for things I like or pretty much just openly talk about the things I like (Lobotomy Corps, BATIM, Sonic, and Chonny Jash are just a couple things though I am more likely to talk about Lobotomy Corps as of current!!)
My DNI List: NSFW, Under the age of 15, Proship, TERFs, Bigots
- Cai ♠️
[ This account is mostly going to be randomness and reposts I do post art sometimes on @the-artists-carousel though ]
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gangrel-pride · 2 years
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So anyway Camila and Gwendolyn comparing beastkeeping battle scars
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amaneisshort · 1 year
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"Bakudan bakudan"
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Event of the Day: So like a month ago my Drama&101 class had a “Design a Thrust Stage” assignment where we were supposed to put each of our own bedrooms on thrust stage. I got my grade back today and it was a 50%. Now my design is actually pretty good according to my instructor. Good enough to warrant a 100% on the assignment. I mean a few errors and she had some pointers and all that but nothing serious enough to deduct points.
So why did I get a 50% then? Because we were supposed to design our rooms and apparently my bedroom has so much cat related shit (cat beds, a cat condo, one of those cat tunnels, etc.) that my instructor didn’t think I turned in a design for my own room but one for a “cat lovers room”. When in actuality that is my room. For I am a cat lover who spoils their cats. My instructor said she’ll give me full credit as soon as I turn in a design for my own real room.
So tomorrow at class I will be informing her that yes, that is my actual real room. I do, in fact, have a bunch of cat shit everywhere. I took some photos of my room just now to show her if she for some reason doesn’t believe me.
She didn’t think it was my room because of insane amount of cat stuff. I am absolutely cackling.
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abd-appleboxdog · 3 months
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I love these fools so much. I hope in the end they stay together or keep in touch. I heart them its like the dad who didn’t want a cat but loves the cat
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jeanivere · 8 months
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sketch feat. the tweets that inspired it
tell me you guys get it tho like why is he built
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ssalballoon · 5 months
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rot and ruin
this was heavily inspired by thatkorka's lovely fic! please check it out, it's such a good take on Gale's arc :')
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moonfableflor · 10 months
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Bonus: explain who your cats are and how you got them in the tags
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myrkulitescourge · 5 months
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the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me
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just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.
like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.
in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.
how am i supposed to act normal about this.
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butcherlarry · 1 year
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Hahaha, I don't have a plant addiction, what are you talking about? *sweats nervously*
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hussyknee · 10 months
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my disabled ass, after (1)good day: "obviously I am cured. in fact it may have all been in my head. who can say? now to rejoin society!"
me, the next day: "it has come to my attention that i may be chronically ill."
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noxcheshire · 2 months
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I just think
It’d be really neat if Danny looked more like Martha Wayne than Thomas Wayne.
LIKE
I love the Danny Fenton looks like Thomas Wayne or Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne reincarnated — but the BEAUTY of Martha??
Of Alfred interacting for under five minutes with Danny, dabbing his eyes and going, “That is indeed Martha,” I WANT IT. I want Martha who was spunky and sassy and wanted to do good for her town the same way Danny wants to do good for Amity Park.
I want Martha who loved to take Bruce and the family out to star gaze because her baby had never seen the stars before, and the way his eyes light up like a mini galaxy takes her breathe away the same way that Danny feels when he turns his head up to the sky yearning for something he knew loved but doesn’t know what.
I want Martha who would literally find trouble in a paper bag because she can’t help her curiosity the same way Danny can’t help tripping over his own ghostly tail and making a mess of things before he figures things out.
I want Martha who would fight men who thought they held power, going absolutely feral from stress the same way Danny does when he’s tired of not being able to do his homework or pick up a vacuum against the wall to clean because ghosts.
I want Martha who loved the pearl necklace that Bruce had picked out for her birthday, and Danny reaches towards his neck and startles when his fingers only touch skin when he is certain there was something supposed to be there. I want Danny whose eyes linger on whites and pearls when he passes by open window stores in the mall, fingers itching to flick a nail against the smooth surfaces.
I want Martha who died bleeding underneath the hand of a gun, hoping to everything above that her boy would be safe, and Danny whose body burns at merely looking at the makeshift guns his parents create in the lab, his heart pounding desperately with a yearning to save there was someone she wanted to save the ghosts.
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poobirdy · 9 days
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a bingqiu witches x xianxia fusion, as prompted by cass and fulfilled as part of an ongoing fundraising event at svsss gotcha 4 gaza!
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