Tumgik
#The Private Life of a Cat
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Private Life of a Cat (Alexander Hammid & Maya Deren, 1944)
3K notes · View notes
littleplasticthings · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
The Private Life of a Cat, 1947
26 notes · View notes
watching-pictures-move · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Dear Tumblr Algorithm,
Just because I made/liked/reblogged a bunch of posts about the Death Wish movies and a bunch of other posts about cute little cats and the like does not mean that I want to see a weirdly militant and rather unhinged post about exercising your Second Amendment rights and Enhanced Interrogation to defend and/or avenge your pets.
What did I do to deserve this?
You cannot infer my politics based on what I post.
There is no ideological cohesion behind my likes and reblogs.
Anyway, I think I've toggled it off in my settings.
Thanks and have a good night, wherever you are.
1 note · View note
snifsnoof · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
i present u with ethubs designs,, fresh from my sketchbook
these could be for both hermitcraft and the life series (although i might make another sheet for the life series designs because i feel like the clothes would be a lot lighter/easier to move in)
520 notes · View notes
manga-meow · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
51 notes · View notes
charmac · 6 days
Text
Tumblr media
Charmacden
31 notes · View notes
bwabbitv3s · 1 year
Text
Good Godfather Vlad AU - Part 3
Link to Part 1 , Part 2
@kaitouhime @krzys2000 @moobloomrights @spooky-fm
Brunch
The brunch meeting ended up being a huge scene, but not overly embarrassing. A table is knocked over when Jack and Maddie rush over to Vlad. Luckily it did not have anyone eating at it yet. The children trailing behind them stopped to right the table. Vlad is unfortunately too slow to offer the fudge before Jack sweeps him up into a crushing bear hug.
“We have been terrible friends. How could you ever forgive us!” Jack cries as he lifts Vlad off his feet in a hug.
“We should have questioned why you never responded after all these years.” Maddie says hovering beside them.
“Dad, put him down!” Jasmine shouts. 
“Yeah, I don’t think he can breathe with you crushing him like that.” Danny adds in. 
If he did not have to breath all the time this would be very uncomfortable. Jack pulls him into an impossibly closer hug before gently putting him back on the ground and releasing him. A glare from Maddie at the gawking people has them hastily avert their gaze. His clothes are now rumpled a little from the bear hug. Vlad straightens a little before stepping closer to the pair. 
“It is not all your burden to bear. Despite how close we had been, I never reached out either after the accident.” Vlad says a little apprehensive. 
His hands nervously clutch at the box of fudge as he makes eye contact with Jack and Maddie. This was the hardest thing he had done in a very long time. He was still coming to terms and processing everything that had happened. In just a few short days he had a fundamental part of his past cast into new light. His lack of responsibility in trying to maintain his part of their friendship was a new glaring issue he had ignored for far too long.
 Maddie’s eyes crinkle as she sweeps forwards with arms outstretched. Unlike Jack she waits for the moment for him to step closer.   
“I can’t express how much I regret not tracking you down the first day out of the hospital.” Vlad chokes out as Maddie pulls him into a hug. 
“I told myself so many things about why you might not want to see us anymore.” her voice catches a bit as she speaks.   
“We never were very good about confrontation when it was about emotions. Always ready to jump into a discussion about science and engineering and tear into that” Jack added. 
“It might take some time and it won’t be the same but I would like to be in your lives again.” Vlad says.
“You are always welcome.” Maddie says softly.
“You are practically family!” Jack happily shouts. 
The tension drops a little as Vlad really sees his friends ready to welcome him back into their life. Without the haze of hate from before clouding his judgment. He sees the laughter lines in Maddie’s face and the gray in Jack's hair. They are not college students working towards getting a doctorate. Life has gone on and his friends have changed just like he has. 
“Now I hope this does not spoil the meal, but I have something for you.” Vlad says, offering up the fudge box. 
“Oh, is that what I think it is?” Jack crows in delight. 
He bounds forwards and takes the box from Vlad. Maddie lets out a fond smile and begins to usher the group back to their table. 
“I had some help but I believe this is a very nice fudge.” Vlad says with a wink at Danny.
“Ohh! I have heard of Miss Martha’s Marviolours Fudge.” Jack excitedly says. 
Vlad starts to walk to the table the family had been seated at. There is already an extra setting at the table. His step falters for a moment before he catches a supportive look from Jasmine. She gestures with her hands forming a cube shape. Danny gives her a confused look as he pulls his father along. Stealing a breath he keeps walking to the place set for him. 
“It has been a long time but I hope you still enjoy them.” Vlad says. Pulling the rubix cube out.   
“Vlad I can’t believe you remembered that!” Maddie exclaims in delight. 
She takes the cube and immediately begins to twist and turn it to solve the cube in a matter of moments. Then resets it and begins to form a classic trick pattern. 
“Whoa. How do you do that so fast, I thought they were supposed to be hard to solve?” Danny asks his mother. 
The rest of the brunch manages to pass with little fanfare after that. Maddie shows her son how to solve it and explains the mechanics behind it. Jack scrawls on a napkin the attributes of the fudge and hashes out the new top ten. Laughter and joy is had as ten years worth of catching up happens over the course of the meal. They manage to only break one glass. It might just be the nicest morning Vlad has had in years.
Now with a Part 4.
171 notes · View notes
dawnthefluffyduck · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
Drawing from class two weeks ago, prof was introducing us to photoshop because not everyone had used it before, so those of us that were already familiar with it were goofing off lol
Small update; I have recently been given courage to come out and say that this blog will be temporarily put on hold. I'm not falling behind in my studies per se, but they've become such a massive source of stress that I can't focus/don't have time to draw for myself lately. I can confidently say my mental health is the worst it's been since last year; guilt for not talking to people and for not being more active on here is eating me alive, so I think it's best if I take at least one of those pressures off of myself.
When I'm back I'll likely have some classwork to show off, and maybe if the stars align, some personal drawings too haha. Until then, I'll still be somewhat active on my alt (@dawntheduckrb) and might even post some doodles there, so feel free take a peeksies if you want :D (posts are all over the place there though, so don't follow if you don't want dash clutter lol)
Sorry for any worry I caused; see y'all in May :)
20 notes · View notes
vincekris · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Private Life of a Cat | Alexander Hammid / Maya Deren | 1946
https://www.tumblr.com/ozu-teapot
180 notes · View notes
talentforlying · 1 month
Text
thinking about john's multitude of short-lived, often quickly-abandoned apartments for some reason, so a couple details:
although you might expect to find a very wizard-y interior to any place he's currently living at — you know, grimoires, skulls, dust, clutter, etc. — his flats actually tend to be fairly spartan in terms of decor; they've even been accused of looking modern, here and there. he just moves too frequently to really settle in & accrue Things, and has so often had to simply up & leave everything he currently owned behind (with very little chance of getting any of it back) that he no longer attaches much meaning to household objects.
besides the consistent presence of at least one bookshelf with at least 12 books on it, and a sad sprig of garden sage that miraculously hasn't died yet, the one exception to his lack of personal touch is his extensive collection of records + tapes, all of which he has repeatedly & methodically tracked down and bought / bid / traded / stolen / threatened for / blackmailed for / simply taken back whenever an enterprising landlord or new tenant left him the opportunity to do so. his record player itself has never needed to be taken back, since it has always mysteriously vanished from whatever flat he's leaving and mysteriously appeared wherever he's staying; it's convenient like that. his 10th anniversary walkman, however, frequently goes missing, only to turn up again later in a place he KNOWS he checked when he's least expecting it.
lack of home decor isn't to say he doesn't own much, mind: the bulk of his personal possessions — assorted occult paraphernalia, blackmail documentation, miscellaneous crap from his mucous membrane days, and anything he is able to take with him from past flats — are usually stored off-site, in a secure location that can't easily be tied back to him. this guy's been accused of being a satanic killer on multiple occasions, he knows better than to keep all the real shit out where anyone can just swan in and see it.
currently, this storage location (which i lovingly call occult shit central) is an abandoned inner london storefront + adjoining flat that was formerly his old friend ray monde's shop and home, called brick-a-brac antiques. it's decidedly cozier than the last place, (in that there are chairs, plural,) and has fewer bear traps laid out in anticipation of unlucky thieves; in fact, if a person were to visit without already knowing where constantine actually lives, it'd be easy to mistake it as his expectedly-wizardy flat. it's not an ideal location for an occult shit central, too close to the heart of the city and too close to people to avoid drumming up suspicion should constantine attempt any sort of ritual inside, but until chas finally quits ducking the paperwork and signs over his storage lot (which he may or may not be dragging his feet on out of pure resentment for having to do it at all) ray's place is the best option there is.
constantine's previous (and future) storage location was a lock-up in streatham that chas had been letting him use (see: all but surrendered to him entirely) since he got out of ravenscar, but after constantine's sister died, john decided he was done with magic and, in a spontaneous fit of rage, burnt the place down with everything but a few necessities still inside. he regretted this later, when he inevitably returned to the occult scene after just over a year away, and spent a lot of time calling in favors / hypnotizing arson inspectors to try and put together an inventory of everything he'd lost.
in the nearly 20 years since the fire, he's managed to replace or find substitutes for about 2/3 of what he had (occult-wise), and gather enough fresh dirt / do enough favors / orchestrate enough compromising situations to accumulate a little over 1/4 of the political / interpersonal power he once maintained. ( the lack of success in the latter being, in part, because people now in power aren't as familiar with his name & reputation as they once were; in part because people just don't believe in magic as much as they used to, or were otherwise bought by hell / heaven / other parties a LONG time ago; and in part because he's come to absolutely fucking despise most politicians / people in power more than he is willing to work with them, or more than he is able to plausibly believe they won't try to drop him at the first opportunity. )
you would be hard-pressed to find a landlady/landlord that speaks kindly of this man. if he wasn't kicked out for suspicious smells / disturbing noises / sudden infestations / suspected satanic activity, then it's likely that he abruptly up and disappeared in the middle of the night, with no warning and no rent. (on a few occasions, this vanishing act also coincided conspicuously with a gruesome death on the premises, sometimes of the landlady/landlord themselves, although no one's ever been able to prove anything.) frankly it's . . . magic, that people still rent to him.
due to these aforementioned bad ends, he's incredibly lucky if he gets enough time or leeway to take any sort of furniture with him from one place to the next. however, there is one incredibly comfy, wing-backed, sapphire-blue armchair that's miraculously managed to survive every move in the last ten or so years without being reported stolen — even though it has survived every move because it has, in fact, been stolen in the dead of night nearly every single time, by john and at least one of his buddies.
18 notes · View notes
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Private Life of a Cat (Alexander Hammid & Maya Deren, 1944)
1K notes · View notes
lovelycatdraws · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Gremlin behavior
68 notes · View notes
potoh · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I'm going to pack orders tomorrow and close my sh0p after that, so if you want to get something you have one day left.
Potoh’s BigCartel
54 notes · View notes
Text
((gentle psa, dont read if u dont want to obv
just wanna put out there i am in an extremely abusive household, and unfortunately i dont have antyhing in place, anyone, or any other support system to move away from where i am securely. i dont have income either other than the few occasional commissions if i open things up, or someone decides to gift me money /donate to what i need, as much as i hate asking for it. my dad, unfortunately the abuser, is the main source of me and his financial support but its not always secure either.
so i just wanna basically say im sorry if i blank out, have a short temper, forget things, and generally space out and forget to reply. it definitely isnt you. i literally cannot take care of myself properly unfortunately and i dont get a break. every day there is something going on, soim very sorry about that. the times i do get to hang out with yal lthough and play games or rp im so happy about, so thank you for being patient with me. again, i am not disinterested in plotting or replying, i am dissociating the majority of the time.))
2 notes · View notes
dandelionfairywish · 11 months
Text
Puppy Hug
i'm programmed into your heart.
1 .viki dramas and movies  
2. Netflix original dramas and movies 
3.  viki take of dramas and movie sometimes without warning and you might not see them depending on where you live  so   enjoy while you can and I'm going to keep them on the list if they do get removie because sometimes they put them back on.
My Little Happiness
Her Private Life
First Romance
Love O2O
Because of You
Wish You: Your Melody From My Heart
Put Your Head on My Shoulder
Dating in the Kitchen
My Girl
Hello Again!
Skate Into Love
Bromance
Shopping King Louie
Be My Cat
Just You
Sweet Sweet
Why Women Love
Why R U?
Cutie Pie
Ase to Sekken
You Are My Glory
Backstreet Rookie
Coffee & Vanilla
Fukou-kun wa Kiss Suru Shikanai!
Binary Love
Old Fashion Cupcake
Eulachacha Waikiki
Eulachacha Waikiki Season 2
Traveler Season 1
Traveler Season 2
Real Mate in Cairns, Australia
Gamsung Camping
Photo People in Tokyo
Because This Is My First Life
Into the Ring
My Fated Boy
My Girlfriend Is an Alien
My Girlfriend Is an Alien Season 2
Hello My Girl
Shanai Marriage Honey
Love Is Phantom
Woof & Meow – Do you Love Me?
The Man's Voice
Lucky's First Love
Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai VS Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko
Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai VS Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko 2
Cherry Blossoms After Winter
Tinted With You
Splash Splash LOVE
Noble, My Love
You Are My Hero Thumping Spike Thumping Spike 2 Moshimo, Ikemen Dake no Koukou ga Attara The Best of You in My Mind The Package My Little Princess To Fly With You Sweet Teeth My Girlfriend My Husky Boyfriend Onzoshi Boys My Mr. Mermaid Dive Wednesday 3:30 PM Nee Sensei, Shiranai no? She Was Pretty Me Always You Go Ho's Starry Night Minami-kun no Koibito - My Little Lover Brother's Friend Nigeru wa Haji da ga Yaku ni Tatsu Nigeru wa Haji da ga Yaku ni Tatsu: Ganbare Jinrui! Shinshun Special!! Kieta Hatsukoi The Secret Life of My Secretary
Secret Crush on You Unforgettable Love Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo A Love So Beautiful A Love So Beautiful Our Secret Wakako Zake Wakako Zake Season 2 Let's Go Crazy on LIVE Time and Him Are Just Right Hi Venus Meeting You Meet Yourself Pumpkin Time Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha Our Blues A Business Proposal Forecasting Love and Weather From Me to You Perfect and Casual
10 notes · View notes
rainbluealoekitten · 6 months
Text
i genuinely feel so bad for my ex's gf though because she's out here posting on her insta that it's their 3 month anniversary but boyo is making me playlists with unrequited love songs and posts stuff about being nostalgic about when we were dating, keeps complimenting how i look, and literally yesterday was telling me he still has the sticker we stole from the library where we held hands and cuddled like. he's such an important friend to me but really i guess i will have to cut him off (again) bc i thought we were both over this but apparently not and it's just going to hurt a lot of people if i don't
#also in all honesty i am scared that i will do something stupid without realising it or while in a not very lucid state#like once after we broke up i let him fall asleep on me around 4am then we watched the sun rise together until i finally left to find#my own bed#like i knew i shouldn't be doing that but i hadn't slept in over 24 hours and#he was so sad and so was i and i just needed someone but he just needed me. and we really did seem like we could but perfect#but yk what this relationship has taught me a lot and still does because to him? we should have been soulmates and i get why#i mean we read the same poetry and cry at the same music and he loves it when i infodump about greek mythology and i love it when he sends#pictures of his cats and our art is so desperate for another person to See Us and we danced in the rain once#and it was one of the most beautiful moments of my life#but it's never going to be right and idk he can't accept that i don't and never will and never have loved him. i'm sorry it seems perfect#but it's a good reflection moment for me too in all honesty yk#bc the boy i'm obsessed with also could have been someone fated for me i mean#what's the chance we live on the same street twice despite having travelled the world?#what's the chance he and i-both very private and solitary individuals-immediately felt we could confide in each other?#but apparently that doesn't mean shit to him#and idk maybe he's also just as sorry and as apologetic and maybe even a little#heartbroken over it#just like i am w my ex but. idk#i do not know#anyways once i get the motivation to write a full novel then it's over for everyone#until then you get my shitty journal musings#blue screams into the void
5 notes · View notes