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MauveCatFic

@mauvecatfic

She/her, older than actual dirt. Phlegmatic. I wrote a bit of fanfic back when God was a small child, but gave it up for... oh, a decade or so. I'm back. I post about writing but I'll post or reblog whatever catches my attention. Imagine me tossing glitter all over the damn place: that's my posting style.

Writing - original and otherwise

Original Novel “Nice Work If You Can Get It

It’s 1933, and the United States is clawing its way out of the Great Depression. Nineteen-year-old waitress Hazel has a plan to lift her family out of poverty but just when she thinks her dreams are within reach, a tragedy rocks her small town. Hazel decides that solving the mystery is the key to keeping her plan on track. She assumed that her passion for mystery stories would help her investigate, but she discovers that heartbreak and malice lurk where she least expects, and that the lines between good and evil – and life and death – aren’t what she expected.

In the face of everything, Hazel keeps investigating. Along the way, she slowly starts to realize how little she understands her community, her family, and, perhaps, her own heart. (Please Note: This work deals with LGBTQ+ themes, along with period-realistic homophobia, racism, sexism. And ghosts.)

Or if you want to get started with my fanfic...

Endless Summer fic master list in chronological order.

Anonymous asked:

Horses are really fragile animals. Is it still a death sentence for a centaur if one of their equine limbs gets hurt? Or can they help it somehow?

Oh god, now I'm thinking of amputees and how those would work

Horses are SUPER fragile, or maybe more like delicately balanced.. but particularly their crazy spindle-legs which centaurs get to deal with! But a big part of why hurt legs are a death sentence for horses has less to do with "It kills them" and more to do with quality of life, which a centaur can get around! A horse with a broken leg doesn't understand it can't put ANY weight on that leg for an extended period and will attempt to go about their daily life and act normally, which basically guarantees re-injuring the bad leg and a high chance of injuring the other 3 legs as they try to cope with the change in balance and weight distribution. It all leads to a really poor quality of life with almost no chance of truly healing properly. The story of all they did trying to save Barbaro the racehorse is a long sad story that illustrates a lot of the issues even with modern veterinary medicine with trying to deal with a broken leg in horses.

Thankfully with centaurs, They understand the need for healing, are able to manage their own quality of life and have the gear to support themselves in the time it takes for the injury to heal!

Also perfectly good for long term use in the case of aging, amputation, or general disability! Which is common with the front legs and lower backs of centaurs given the unusual stresses caused by their body-plans. They were created with thicker and more robust front legs to cope with the permanent added weight of the torso instead of a horse head, but injury and disability in that area is still very common!

Injuries to the hind are less common and usually less severe, and given the hind legs bear less direct weight than the front they can usually get away with wraps and limping until it gets back to weight-bearing. Something like a rear amputation or ruptured tendon would probably require a custom harness/brace attached to a wheel like these and/or basically a peg leg!

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Learning to delete/mute/block before a negative comment takes root in your mind is a modern survival skill. If you're going to wander the overgrown countryside of the internet, you need to develop a quick eye for ticks.

It's deeply tempting to respond to the "well, actually," to the cruel assumption, to the unjust accusation, to the odious viewpoint. It's tempting because you're defaulting to the etiquette of dinner conversation. This isn't a dinner conversation. Someone is shouting at you from a moving car. Turn away.

This is an extremely good and helpful sentiment, and one I’ve subscribed to for a long time. Delete the message quickly and permanently. Last time I got a nasty anon ask I skimmed it, realized what it was, and deleted it. Did one or two phrases sit with me for a while? Sure, maybe 20, 30 minutes. I really wanted to respond. But if I had, that cannonball would still be hanging around my neck and present on my blog, and as it is I don’t remember what it was about or even those two phrases that I thought I would. 

I also am of the opinion that it INFURIATES the commenter/sender not to get a response, because why would they be a dickhead if they didn’t want a response, so the longer time passes without one, the healthier I am and the angrier and more anxious they are. It’s good for your mental health AND the healthiest form of vengeance! 

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Very strange 🤨 the way some of the user base of this site wants to treat random bloggers with some popular posts as like, microcelebrities or influencers. Oh you have a TUMBLR BLOG with 4-5 digits of followers well you're basically a household name like Mark of Plier I guess. So you're never allowed to screw up or be mildly irritating without being put on like "most irritating Tumblr users" polls or called out for whatever micro annoyance you caused for like 5 people. It's funny on the surface level but beneath that it's irritating and weird. I don't think some random blogger who makes funny posts should have to, like, deal with that. You're just being parasocial and it's scaring the hoes.

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Too many people on here are too comfortable being mean and cruel to others, or calling out "popular bloggers" for the crime of "making me feel irritated with a post" and it's not cute of you at all, really.

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Sorry last reblog. She evoked realness.

ur personality is defined by ur favorite line in hallelujah

tag your favorite line of hallelujah

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“tag your favorite line of hallelujah” scans to Hallelujah.

you tried to read the words as prose but noticed how its scansion goes and now you can’t unhear the tune, so screw ya recall the phrase you love the most then once again reblog this post and tag your fav’rite line of hallelujah

okay that’s it I hate you all. like… fuckign done. i’ve hit the wall.

…I’m calling the Tumblr Cops to come subdue you

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I hate the fact this fucking fits. I’m just about to call it quits. Now everything just sounds like hallelujah.

You pick a phrase, you pick a rhyme, repeat the sound another time, Five iambs, then an extra beat will do ya. Another rhyme, a rising note - congratulations, you just wrote Another goddamn verse to Hallelujah.

BITCH

NOT TO MENTION the fact that the prohibition against direct images in Islam was actually the reason for the development of the incredible advances in higher mathematics of the Islamic Golden Age because they were required to create these structures. The Islamic World basically took the ban on images as a “hold my beer” thing and created an entire artistic culture based on mathematics and architecture where art and science fed into and glorified each other, 700 years before the Italian Renaissance.

In conclusion

i will say that islamic art drove me nuts as a kid because i did not have the math knowledge or capability to create such geometric patterns. it may have been the art of my people but by gOD it was difficult and unnecessarily difficult. however my pride in islamic art is neverending. it was frowned upon to be vain in the house, so artists would deck out the places of worship - but places of worship couldn’t be too garishly decorated, or it might detract from worship! the compromise? calm blues and greens, intricate details hidden into the complex patterns. carefully mapped out and planned patterns that were beyond complex and straight into deliberately confusing and practically impossible to replicate. not only that, but verses from the Quran were hidden along the walls, asking god for blessings and care.

muslim art is stunning and i’ll fight the bitch that says otherwise.

Also something underappreciated about the Islamic art is that not only is it geometrically incredible, but the geometry and structure of it has a purpose. In the niches and ceilings, the cascading ornamentation is used for acoustic purposes. In many of the mosques, they are so well laid out and designed that a single person standing on a specific spot can speak/sing/pray and be heard in every single part of the building.

I feel like this should be considered under the same heading as “fascists don’t like abstract art.”

Like, that’s a whole thing. If you look at the art favored by dictators and fascists, it’s almost entirely portraits and landscapes. (Nice, serene, pastoral landscapes, though. None of that war-torn realism stuff.) Rarely still-lifes, unless there’s also a person in the picture. It’s literally common enough to be considered a phenomenon. And while Islamic art isn’t abstract in the sense we usually use the word, it certainly does not include portraits or serene pastoral landscapes. Just, you know. Considering who said this. Something to consider.

Bless you all for your optimism, but 'broken' wins. At least I have a small wet-dry vacuum I can use to suck the soapy water out of the drum - seriously, if you ever need to get someone a housewarming gift, you can't go wrong with a shop vac - and I can rinse them them in the bathtub.

I have enough in my emergency fund to cover a cheap replacement, but I might rely on the laundromat for a few months so I can save a bit more and get a better model.

Don't let anyone tell you that adulthood isn't an absolute blast.

Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:

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justforthearticles

I do notice my regulars. You guys are the best.

“Regulars” makes me feel like a bar-tender…

Wiping down my dash at the end of an evening, I see your read-more, over-hear your rant in the tags, so I pour you a drink.

“…what’s troubling you, kid?”

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trailofdesire

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday As the regular crowd tumbls by There’s an old fandom queen blogging next to me And her little gray tags catch my eye

She says tumblr I’m feeling like shit today can you send me some posts for a smile can we talk about slash, can you fill up my dash so I won’t have to think for a while

Laa dahdah didee dah La dahdah didee dah dadum

Fill up my dash, you’re my followers Fill it with pictures and fic Yeah we’re all in the mood for some memery And occasional pictures of dick

Now Jill is a centaur novelist And she writes of her girlfriend and wife She reblogs from Toni, who’s in My Little Pony, And probably will be for life.

As the staff implements wretched changes And we think of how aliens bone We are writing a lot about loneliess: It’s much better than writing alone.

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kestrel337

AND sometimes we blog about politics

And sometimes we blog with a beer

And when I proudly boast that I’m older than most, 

They say ‘gross, what are YOU doing here’. 

*wild applause!!

@hellsite-hall-of-fame idk this just feels like something you’d find on your blog