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arr-jim-lad · 4 months
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i cant even properly explain how it emotionally affects me when my cat comes up to me for cuddles. small creature walks up to me, a giant, in search of a gentle touch, because he trusts me completely. that is what love is. that is what the universe is built for. i want to cry
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papricots · 7 months
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guess which brave soft boy got his teeth cleaned and two lil incisors extracted (they were fractured) today!
look at his bald patch... he's so thicc it looks like a chunk's been taken out of his leg
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Minmo from Silent Hill 3
Image credit: No Context Silent Hill
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crismakesstuff · 7 months
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acceptance
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chalkrub · 7 months
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made a little linocut for pixie <:^) miss her so much
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happyhealthycats · 6 months
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"Hey Citra."
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[Dial up noises.]
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guillotin3d · 30 days
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medi-bee · 8 months
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uncanny-tranny · 9 months
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If you need help practicing pronouns, try using the pronouns you struggle with on your pets!
Animals have very little understanding of pronouns and human gender. They won't care if you use he, it, she, xie, bun, literally whatever - they only care about you and their food. They'll be fine! However, your loved ones will appreciate your effort in using pronouns, and using them properly. It's a win-win situation!
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bulkhummus · 24 days
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What I think is particularly heart breaking about this episode, is that Esteban is immortalizing a memory that Cecil doesn’t get to experience. Esteban knows about his grandfather, because he has heard the story several times before according to Abby, in fact they all just heard it. Cecil is experiencing, second hand, remnants of a memory that slides off of him. It refuses to stick.
There is something so poetic to me about Cecil being a reporter, a journalist, an observer, and doing everything to piece together a story from literal scraps of his own life, only to find its already been written for him. The story has already been told. Cecil doesn’t listen to stories, he tells them. I can think of nothing more infuriating than a story being told and not having a satisfying ending, or an ending that makes sense. Nothing within the story justified the ending. And yet we have seen it before throughout the show.
I am reminded of the episode It Doesn’t Hold Up, where Cecil watches the last few minutes of his comfort film Cat Ballou, changed and different. He has seen the same movie over and over and over again, and now the ending is different. In the drawing Esteban drew in 245, there is a shovel stuck into the dirt, and there is a boy climbing into a tree. In the ending of Cat Ballou, there is a man digging into the base of the tree. Just like in the episode It Sticks With You, when Abby, Cecil and their mother journey into the woods, and Cecil climbs into a tree over and over and over again until he can no longer remember the outing with his husband and son. Just like in Cassettes, when a young Cecil’s story is cut short, in an ending that Cecil refuses to listen to, immortalized on tape.
Just like in Liminal Spaces, when Cecil enters a space that is neither here nor there and is haunted by someone who tells him that he wants Cecil to remember. The very face that Cecil saw in Cat Ballou in It Doesn’t Hold Up. In fact, he tells Cecil he has no choice, before once again, he is pulled from the story.
Cecil’s whole life is one long interrupted narrative. It’s as if he is an old cassette that isn’t rewound all the way before pulled out of the slot and put back on a shelf. The next person to listen to the tape, unknowing, doesn’t realize where they’re starting off is not the beginning. There are things missing. Cecil has gotten so good at forgetting (and justifiably so) — has forgotten how to stop. He’s recording over the same tape over and over again until the tape inside is no longer coherent. I’m thinking, of the sound of a cassette being rewound, and how it could sound very much like how Cecil is often describing owl sounds.
So, how disquieting, to have your own family stare back at you, privy to information about yourself that you do not get to have. Cecil is there, quite literally, to construct a story for his town, but who is there to construct a story for him? A man you used to hate? A sister you aren’t sure you even like? A husband who you have forgotten before? Children who see and hear more than you realize? The listener?
No. Instead he will sit until dawn comes, and be made a fool out of trying to create a story, maybe even a better one, out of scraps of memories.
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muzzleroars · 10 months
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Imagine a slightly scared Virtue trying to pspspspsps V1 with a hand(wing?) full of blood like it was a stray cat.
(see this!)
the fear of being bitten somehow doesn't dissipate when you're a divine being AND the guy you're giving a treat to doesn't even have a mouth
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l3irdl3rain · 16 days
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I love the new baby's widdle face. She is the embodiment of ●^●
yes!! she's got great big eyes. i don't think the pictures really show it but she is TINY. little legs, little body. Skinny too, but hopefully we can put a little weight on her
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haintxblue · 11 months
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laundry day is just a day to sleep in the least helpful places possible
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jay-wasreblogging · 7 days
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Silver blaze proving that Sherlock loves every animal...except Archie.
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feelingtheaster99 · 10 days
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The absolute sheer sweetness of Aelwyn adopting TEN cats from a rescue shelter because they had all been there the longest 🥹
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happyhealthycats · 1 year
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HEY BUD???
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