Steven would totally have a cat!! 😭 especially with the mythology and he doesn't want you to be alone with him and the moon boys being away so often. Maybe her name is Cleopatra? Cleo for short? He may have a lot of pics of you on his phone, but cleo is a close second. And this man is definitely whipped by the two women in his life. If Cleo is asleep in his spot in bed, he would rather take the couch then disturb her sleep.
no seriously!! the two of you could really have whatever you want from him, and the bad part is that you’re 99% sure that cleo’s WELL aware of that fact because she’s got the most sass and audacity you’ve ever seen a cat possess when it comes to steven.
they give each other the best cuddles though!! whenever steven’s home (and the one fronting) they’re literally attached by the hip, just obsessed with each other. and whereas steven has so many photos of his two ladies on his phone, you’ve got just as many of those two together (ranging from when steven used to walk around with cleo literally lounging around his neck/over his shoulder when she was a kitten to her curled up on his chest sound asleep).
also, cleo can literally tell when steven’s not the one fronting. animals know vibes, and even though marc and jake look like steven, you can count on cleo knowing it’s not him. she kinda has a little feud going on with marc because he’s probably not the biggest cat person (even though they do eventually grow on each other) and she’s pissed that her dad isn’t actually there to give her infinite amounts of affection alongside what she already gets from her mom (a.k.a. you lol).
she and jake would lowkey have an understanding. he doesn’t front as much as steven or marc, but when he does, they’re kinda just chill. it shocks you at first honestly, because of how much hissing and muttered insults you’ve had to listen to whenever marc and the cat are together, to see cleo curled up next to jake and being scratched.
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Look at this little one!! I was checking on my hibiscus and basil and almost didn't even notice her. She looks a little thin maybe. I hope she gets a hearty buggy meal soon
She's, of course, a green anole (Anolis carolinensis). Green anoles are the only anoles native to Florida, but unfortunately they get bullied by the more aggressive brown anoles.
You can slightly see the white stripe down her spine--that indicates she's most likely a female!
Another difference I noticed between green and brown anoles that you don't really see mentioned anywhere is that brown anoles are very flighty. They tend to move in quick bursts at all times. But green anoles, unless needing to flee, will move more slowly and smoothly! Rather than running off when she saw me, she slowly pulled herself along the branch. They're sometimes called the "American chameleon" because of their color changing, but I can see it in their movements too. (They're not chameleons, though, and chameleons aren't the only lizards who can change color lmao).
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I've decided to watch The Last of Us in the same way I rewatch John Carpenter's The Thing (1982), which means I'm only watching the parts with the cool special effects and skipping literally everything else!
Like, I'm sure all of the grayish beige misery that makes up the rest of the show is quite well done, but I don't wanna see it.
The main character of the show I am watching is gonna be the fungus. Anything that is not the fungus is of no consequence to the plot line I am following. Fungus don't care if little girl dies. Fungus gotta fung! And fung it shall!!
The plot line I am following, by the way, is "me, Jack, getting better at horror art and monster design, which means if I like these effects enough I will go back through every episode and screenshot literally ALL the frames I liked and then arrange the best 40 or so on a grid in my art program so I can color correct them for optimal tracing and art study. And also sometimes Pedro Pascal is in my periphery lookin' cute." - It's one of my favorite shows!!! Small fandom tho.
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once in a while, I am reminded to this fever dream idea of an original story I once had, so let me share it with the world:
🍌Banana Rangers🍌
there's Banana Yellow, the sweet and energetic leader and posterboy who is beloved by everyone
Banana Green, the youngest. He's cool and a tad bitter, but refreshing in his own way
and Banana Brown, the senior with a mushy mellow personality. he's very sensitive and caring.
Green has a sister named Cherry. Yellow likes her, but she likes Brown.
spoiler: Banana Brown becomes corrupted and turns into the evil and rotten Banana Black.
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My housemate reminded me of a flashbulb memory I have that I really wish I had a photograph of because it would be a magnificent image to inflict on the internet at large with Zero Context, but I'll try to describe it here, and then draw it after dinner.
Image Description:
As seen from about three feet off the ground: Interior, the den of an american suburban house built at the height of the atomic age and still decorated like it years later. There's dark wood paneling about halfway up the walls that offsets the almost neon pink-orange light of late sunset visible through the large window. Every object in the room is highlighted by the last of the sunlight. The only other light in the room is a TV set that was manufactured the same year Howdy Doody debuted on air, now broadcasting PBS Newshour in black and white.
Closest to the viewer, there is a small end table with a Nearly Full Martini glass, and a Half-empty glass Martini Pitcher, indicating that two of the five martinis it holds have been poured out.
Just behind it, an old man sits in a chair that was bright green and yellow when it was new but is now more Grellow. The man is in his mid-sixites, somewhat heavyset, with a full head of snow-white hair and thick glasses. He's wearing a dark brown tweed suit with leather elbow patches, and a white cotton button-up. He's watching the news with a calm and dispassionate demeanor. Tired, but still engrossed with the world's events. He's wearing dark brown penny loafers and garish argyle socks.
Behind him is a couch that is a matched set with the armchair, with the same Grellow chevron pattern, but there is a very large crochet afghan that has been spread out over the back to be decorative and maybe protect the couch from it's current occupant: a 120lb Wolf Hybrid.
She's seated lengthwise on the couch, like she had also been watching PBS Newshour, posed like a sphynx. She's close in wieght to the man, and definitely taller than him if she stands up, with a dark gray agouti coat and a bit of white countershading from the trace of domestic dog in her. She's turned her head to the viewer, bright yellow eyes focused on them, and the fur of her head and neck haloed with the sunset. She is pleased to see the veiwer, which means most of the teeth in her lower jaw are visible in her canine grin. The effect is very menacing if you don't know her.
Clutched rather neatly between her front paws is a second, identical martini glass, only not nearly quite so full as the old man's.
Title: "Oh, I didn't think you'd be back for another hour/GODDAMIT EDWIN"
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