I looked into getting some silvervine kickers after seeing @l3irdl3rain thank someone for sending some (all 3 cats love them now, so it was a good find!), and the silvervine kickers I ordered came with three of these compressed catnip wall rollers. PLEASE look at my daughter's 5 year old cat, Dusty, generate an actual fucking puddle of drool 3 seconds after I stuck this to the wall and took the cap off!
honestly the Doctor should be so grateful Martha is even still around in Utopia, considering in the last story she spent months working in a shop in the 60s, and the one immediately before THAT she spent months being his maid in the 1910s. I'm surprised she didn't just walk out the second they landed in modern day Cardiff
visable shaking like a wet chiwawa when Ares says that he hates kid, even his own, knowing Clarisse back at camp half blood wants nothing more than her father to love her, shes always wanting his approval and he doesn't care that she even exists. im heartbroken.
not to make angst out of a fucking gag but also thinking about the silly au rei in the final episode makes me think about how different rei would be if she didn’t have literally the worst dad ever. like, no, she probably wouldn’t have been the upbeat adhd whirlwind in the high school au lmao. but it does just make me think. because while all the pilots lives are incredibly marked by trauma, rei's the only one to have never had access to any sort of normal life. her entire personality and worldview is shaped from being isolated, groomed, and taught to see herself as a tool and not a person. and then i just get so sad that she never had any chance of a normal life where she could discover herself and what she is. she went from being abused and manipulated by gendō (which is made even worse with the implications certain scenes leave about their relationship) to becoming god. she never had any chance of living a normal life. and just like. fuck.
Who else is going to love someone like me, that’s marked for death?
Who else is going to be with me when i breathe at all?
Who else would ever take your place and hold and keep me safe?
Who else would ever stay?