in my experience with the three (3) i went to in the surrounding area it was. uh. you know when you step into a place and there’s nothing immediately noticeably wrong but you can just Feel that this is a Bad Space? like the kind of space where if you catch a glimpse of your mother walking down an aisle and turning a corner you know it’s a demonic trick and if you follow her it’ll lead you down a path to a dark space you can’t return from?
or you go in with your friend who’s right next to you but you get a text from them saying “hey i’m in the shoe aisle, you should come here” and you know it’s a trap from the devil? like other things:
only half of the dim, washed out, often flickering fluorescent lights were lit at any given time, usually only every-other set, leaving these valleys of darkness that made entire aisles inaccessible for fear of shadow people latching on to your soul like a dark passenger.
entire sections were just Empty. empty shelves with no product, never any employees filling them up, no boxes waiting to be unpacked, no signs saying what should be there.
no employees at all actually? wandering around the store even though the parking lots were full and you walked in with a group of 20 or so felt so lonely. you could walk the whole place and it was dead silent and the only other “people” around always were several aisles away with their back turned, unmoving. there was always only one cashier and there was never anyone in her line.
there was never any music on or announcements played? another place that does this are all the dollar trees in my area and it gives me anxiety. i feel like i’m being hunted, like i have to hold my breath and listen for the footsteps of beasts in other aisles.
the fitting rooms had a strange, dark energy to them. it felt like if you ever used them, whatever universe you closed the door on would not be the same one you stepped out into when you were done. the washrooms also contained this same dark energy.
passing the employees-only doors felt like wandering too close to a bears den. the glass windows never showed anything going on back there, no racks of product, no employees milling around. it was just pitch black, complete darkness. a hungry void.
leaving a target was the same disorienting feeling as leaving a dark theatre and exiting into the light. sound and colour and feeling rush back in. you feel like you can breathe again. a weight is lifted from your shoulders. you can’t remember any of the time you spent inside the target.
it is my sincere belief that the targets in canada never existed. the storefronts were put up, yes, but the stores themselves were vast empty caverns filled with dark dreams and sinister interlopers attracted to the malignant leftover energies from zellers. passing through the automatic doors was meant to teleport us to the nearest american location, but something went wrong and we entered an unnatural zone halfway between the upside down and whatever it was that happened in the langoliers.
People denying that outdoor cats are a problem, regardless of whether you live in the city, suburbs, or country, regardless of what country you live in, is one of the things that can make me see red the fastest.
“Evfra’s single-minded dedication to his cause became evident when he
led a successful raid on a kett labor camp, liberating hundreds of
angaran prisoners before wiping out an entire battalion of kett. ”
Evfra. There’s a lot to be said about this badass dude. He’s
interesting if for the very fact that he;s known almost completely
anecdotally. Every angaran character has an opinion of him, it seems,
except for himself. He’s almost like a Chuck Norris joke, and probably
has a lot of outlandish untrue(?) stories about himself that only add to
But apparently the kett facility thing wasnt
fake, and he did liberate all those angara. So I kinda drew on that and
made a younger version of Evfra.
had an idea that adrien finds a stray kitten on the way home from patrol one night and brings it home to keep it out of the winter cold and maybe give it a place to rest for the evening, since it’s obviously without a mother or any sort of protection/way to feed itself
he tells himself he wont keep it; that he’ll bring it to the vet in the morning and have it checked out, then bring it to the animal shelter so it can be adopted
but overnight the kitten falls asleep on adrien’s chest, and it purrs and stretches out its tiny paws, and oh no, it’s too cute, too cute, abort, ABORT
so he tells himself he’ll bring it to his and ladybug’s next patrol to let her say hello, since she once mentioned something about loving cats, and only after that he’ll do something about it
but when this little angel clings onto his shoulder and seems to enjoy the ride across the rooftops, and is so darn sweet to ladybug (who smiles very big in return), adrien knows he can’t just get rid of this precious creature just like that!
one week, he tells himself. one week with this kitten and then he’ll find her a home
one week turns into three, and three turn into eight, and suddenly adrien’s got a cat of his own that he brings to every patrol and lets sleep on his chest every night while simultaneously doing his best to hide her from his father who probably already knows because let’s face it you dont just see a
€500 cat condo in your son’s amazon order history and think nothing of it…but hey he’s just glad his kid found something to keep him happy
so adrien has a cat. a cat who he invites all of his friends over to see, including marinette, who can almost swear she’s seen that kitten before, on someone else’s shoulders…but hey, it’s just a coincidence, right? lots of cats have similar markings!
(bonus points if adrien names the kitten Buginette/Bugaboo)
i’m not supposed to be drawing again until after finals, but i handed in my dissertation this evening and wanted to reward myself with felix (and plagg), who i’ve been deeply missing these last couple of weeks