-kickass female protag who kicks the series off my running away from an abusive household in a shitty little town full of chickens
-and winding up in the most terrifyingly beautiful alternate dimension. Its like Alice in Wonderland on crystal meth
-the series plays with cool concepts largely unexplored by YA fantasy, like dark and light not necessarily equaling evil and good and the idea of a ‘fantasy’ world being slowly intruded upon by a 'scifi’ world
-representation everywhere. You’ve got PoC, LGBT characters, ladies as far as the eye can see (seriously this series fucking obliterates the bechdel test), commentary on racism and bigotry, people who are talking cats, people who wear fish on their heads, people who live in tanks of their own nightmares to cope??? Etc. Etc.
-the best sidekick ever seriously jesus bless Malingo you pure sweet child
- gorgeous paintings beyond your wildest dreams like seriously Clive Barker’s imagination is just full of horrific fucked up magnificence
-main villain is the King of the Fuckboys. Like seriously he’s a fucking mess who writes edgy poetry and wanders in graveyards for the aesthetic but trust me you’ll love him as much as I do I promise
-so many other cool nuanced villains and characters in general tho like I can’t even begin to list them all
-i need more people to cry about these books with
Reasons not to read the Abarat series:
-book 4? Is apparently never coming out?
-can’t think of any others go fucking read these books rn
“I still love you and I fucking hate myself for it!”
“You have no idea how much I wish I could take it back.”
“If…If I had asked you to stay, would you have done it?”
“It doesn’t make a difference! We’re over!”
“You look happy and it’s killing me.”
“Did you really ever love me?”
“I thought I should give you this back,” *Insert object*
“I should have treated you better…”
“I found this photo of you in an old jacket and it reminds me of what I lost and I came here to find it.”
“I still have like 50% of your shirts here and I really don’t want to give them back. They smell like you and I realized I couldn’t sleep without one. So if you insist on taking them please just leave one.”
“I miss us and there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that you’d take me back.”
“I don’t want to say goodbye.” “So don’t.”
“Why haven’t you gone to sleep yet?” “Because come dawn I have to leave and say goodbye.”
“Let’s not say goodbye. Let’s say see you later.” “Let’s see you later.”
“Goodbye.” “If you walk out that door, then you better not come back.”
“Is this goodbye for now? Or forever?”
“Goodbye.” “Please stay. Please don’t leave me.”
“Don’t say goodbye. It hurts too much.”
“I love you…Goodbye.”
“I hope you understand how much this fucking hurts me to leave you behind.”
“I can’t risk losing you…” “You already did when you said goodbye.”
“It’s cold and you’re warm, so cuddle me now!”
“Don’t ignore me! I want attention!
“I love you to the moon and back.” “I love you to pluto and back.” “Don’t you try outdo me!”
“You realize you don’t need to flirt with me right? We’ve been dating for three years.”
“Who that fuck is this guy!? “My brother….” “Sure! Sure he is!”
“Tell me you love me.” “I just told you I loved you.” “But I want to hear you say it again.”
“You’re an asshole.” “Yes I am, but I’m your asshole.”
“Did you do the dishes?” “I thought you were going to do them!” “Well, you thought fucking wrong.”
“Can I please come back in the bedroom.” “Not until you apologize.” “It’s fucking Mariokart!” “Say you’re sorry!”
“Stop hogging the fucking bed or you’re getting out!”
“You pay more attention to that dog/cat more than me!”
“I’m going to get my own dog/cat and then you’ll be jealous of how much I love it more than you!”
“Stupid animal.” “I heard you call him/her that!”
“Does it really need to sleep in our bed?” “Do you really need four pillows?”
“I should have left you at the shelter.” “What the fuck!? Don’t talk to him/ her like that!”
“Do you really love that beast?” “Jesus! What is wrong with you! He/she can hear you!”
“You’re so cute! I love you so much!” “Thanks.” “I’m not talking to you.”
“Did you really think that was going to work?”
“I’m not an idiot, idiot.”
“What are you looking at-Oh. My. God, You like him/her!”
“Pillow fort?” “Pillow fort.”
“I can’t sleep so I came here in hopes that by being here I could. But now you can’t sleep and I feel bad so I’m just going to leave.”
“Why do you keep inching closer to me?” “Cause your warm and this damn movie theater is freezing.”
“Can you please stop!” “…” “Thank you!” “78 bottles of coke on the wall, take one down, pass it around, 77 bottles of coke on the wall!” “Are you fucking serious!?”
“Don’t you fucking give me that look! You are just as big of a part of this as I am!”
“Stop or get out!” “I’m not doing anything!” “You’re breathing loud and it’s annoying me!”
“What’s that?” “My work.” “Yeah, I got that…But like what’s it about?” “Stuff.” “What kinda stuff?” “Just stuff.” “Yeah..but what-” “Would you please STOP!”
“Why are you a jerk?” “I’m not a jerk!”
“You know how they test on animals?” “Uh…Yeah…?” “How come you aren’t in a lab?” “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Artist Rob Corradetti aka Killer Acid is known for his fun, colorful, weird, and trippy characters that he often puts on prints, pins, patches and large cutouts–from banana bikers to melty psychedelic reptilian and alien faces. While his work flow begins from dreams or half awake consciousness jotted down in his notebook, Corradetti has a very clear vision to running his art business from home. Organizing and compartmentalizing his art space is a strategy for Rob to keep things flowing: drawing, scanning, coloring, production and shipping. “All three of these rooms are in a row,” Rob adds, “so it’s very much a down home assembly line.” For cutouts and paintings, Rob approaches it differently, utilizing the space in his yard, for a more “left brain process” versus his usual illustration routine.
Favorite or weirdest studio souvenir? I really like the ‘Jesus watches over a tractor trailer’ painting my friend Chris gave me. I also really love the plush version of my cat Friday that my friend Shannon (Oddly Weird Shop) made! “
ok so short story: every time one of his songs comes on the radio my mom asks “who sings this” and when i tell her she said “ i figured, because every time a well written well sung song comes on its him” then i continue to rant about how perfect he is.
But not stopping at that, Ed is literally the most unproblematic person there is. Like he stays in his own lane and does his own thing while being a cat loving, songwriting, cute little muffing of smiles.
ONLY ED SHEERAN
nice detail ed just like your songs
i swear this cutie
ED KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK IS UP
his writing ability makes me want to cry hes so talented i cant
and his relationship with taylor swift is adorable
like they are both multi platinum, cat loving artists
Ok so basically the only point to this was Edward Christopher Sheeran is a literal angel who is too good for this world and should be much more appreciated
prompt: ‘Octavia persuades Bellamy to get a cat because it’ll be a lot less work than a dog, but his cat is the most affectionate cat ever, and suddenly Clarke is around to see the cat All The Time.’ for @islandoforder
word count: 1500
Bellamy decides to get a cat on the logic that he’s not sure he has the energy to be a dog person. Cats don’t require daily walks, they’re litter box trained, and they clean themselves.
So he goes to the rescue area of Petsmart, just to look. He’s not quite sure what he wants, but when he sees her—a mostly black, huge cat that looks like it hasn’t moved from it’s cushy bed in the last twelve hours—all he can think is that she seems like she just needs a couch to hang out on.
He calls the number of the rescue organization, and meets with the lady in charge, somehow convincing her that he would be a responsible cat owner despite never having had one in his life. His description of himself as a teacher who spends a lot of time at home seems to catch her interest, and from there it’s just paperwork and her giving him advice via the cat’s foster people.
He calls Clarke on the way home, the cat yowling in a cardboard pet box in front of his passenger seat.
“Hey what’s up? What is that?” she asks instantly.
“That is my new best friend.”
“You’re replacing me?” she says, feigning despondence. “What will I do?”
“Actually, now that I think of it, she’ll probably be your new best friend. That’s my cat.”
“You got a cat.”
“Yep. She’s like, fifteen pounds, and she looks like she’s vaguely irritated at the world all the time, and she’s lovingly known as ‘Pretty Kitty,’ so we’ve gotta change that shit, obviously.”
Clarke sputters out a laugh.
“Yeah her owner was probably some old lady that died or something, with a name like that. She’s seven, and I know older cats don’t get adopted as much, and she’s been at the rescue for a long time, so I figured I would give her a good home. She’s not very active, so she won’t need a lot of space, which is perfect for my apartment.”
Clarke awws and tells him that she’ll come over to meet her once he’s home.
OKAY! HEY! I know it’s been forever. I’ve basically been running my blog off of a queue for the last couple months. Please bear with me… These last four classes are kicking my ass, BUT I finish school on FEBRUARY 28th and then I will be done FOREVER! Here a couple quick updates:
1. Private Lives Chapter 11 is in progress. Not gonna tell y’all what happens, BUT it’s exciting :)
2. Dean x (sorta) Reader, so far is 8,000 words. I love this fic and I can’t wait to share it with all of you. Let’s just say Dean’s gonna don a military uniform
3. I still have my list of fics/drabbles/oneshots. If you have requested from me for a celebration or otherwise, I am working on it!!
4. UMMM… I AM 42 FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 1,000. As many of you know, I started this little blog in March of last year, just wanting to look at Supernatural things and post a few stories. IT’S SO MUCH BIGGER THAN EXPECTED! SO, if I reach 1,050 by the time I graduate (AKA my one year on March 1) I WILL DO A BIG CELEBRATION.
So, I need your help, lovely followers cause I WANNA CELEBRATE!
Headcanon: Steve has always liked sleeping Bucky's thigh between his legs. Now that Bucky it back in Steves life and he's gained some weight (like CW!Bucky+40lbs or so, in my mind), Steve finds that he LOVES sleeping like he used to back in the day. Bucky's thighs are strong, big and chubby. Usually Steve also crawls so close to Bucky that he can press his abs to Bucky's pudgy belly. They both have the best sleep like that.
Oh, anon. I love this. I love the idea of Steve all wrapped up on Bucky’s thigh like a cat clinging to a tree limb, and Bucky knowing exactly how and why Steve likes it so much, and just sort of flopping down and offering his thigh to Steve, knowing Steve will crawl over and wrap himself around Bucky. And DEAR SWEET JESUS, anon, I am such a sucker for abs-against-chub. A six pack pressed against a fat tummy? FUCK ME RIGHT THE FUCK UP. That is one of my favorite things in the world.
And like, that is lowkey the best kind of situation to fall asleep in, isn’t it? When you’re kind of all lit up with the thrill of it, but you’re also totally comfortable and safe and warm and happy? No wonder they both sleep really well that way.
• It’s an incredibly ambitious show that requires an insane amount of talent to pull off
• The dancing is amazing
• The lyrics were taken from poems by TS fucking Elliot, one of the greatest English poets of all time
• It’s not just some silly show about cats. The characters in the show are supposed to be reflections of different kinds of people
• It has powerful themes about humanity, youth, mortality, and the hope of life after death - things that resonate with everyone
• It brilliantly manages to tell a story with virtually no dialogue (an impressive feat)
• It can be enjoyed on multiple levels. If you want to debate whether Deuteronomy is supposed to be a Jesus figure, then go ahead. If you just like the catchy tunes and pretty costumes, well that’s fine too
• It is one of the most accessible shows around, and all ages can find something to enjoy
• Its mass appeal makes Broadway in general so much more accessible to the public (it was one of the first Broadway shows I saw as a young kid, and it really opened the door to theater for me)
• “Touch me! It’s so easy to leave me!”
• Theater snobs love to hate it. By loving Cats, you can save yourself from that silly elitism
• It’s a grand celebration of human emotion, unburdened by pretension or the need to appease the critics. It can be unabashedly enjoyed
[ WOW I have had this blog for exactly 2 months and 2 days. I would have never thought that I’d reach this milestone so fast…or at all. Really when I first made this account it was for a friend rather than being completely serious. I just…wow. I’m so fucking greatful. All of you are so lovey to me as well- I constantly get compliments and called people’s ‘favorite Yoongi’ and I’ve talked to so many of you but I hope to get to know so many more! I’m really just–surprised I got here so fast. So with a shitty edit and a few sappy and cheesy words here I go. I’ll do a short list of those I’m not close with or don’t talk to much but still love with all my heart (the bolded ones are the extra cool turds and italicized are the ones I’m scared to approach.)– then I’ll go the fuckers I’m gonna write a paragraph or two for because they mean a bunch to me~! ]
[ Yeah there are a lot of you and half of you probably don’t even know I exist because I stalk so many of you from afar but yesss all of these people are loved so much and just keep being beautiful!! <3 ]
Preference #131: He's your brother and you're secretly dating another band member
“I’ll be back late” you told him. “How late?” Harry wondered suspiciously. “I don’t know, probably past midnight.” “Past midnight? With who!?” he had to know. “No one!” You laughed. “(Y/N) tell me!” He pressed. “It’s just this guy I know, okay? it’s fine” you said trying to dismiss the subject. “(Y/N) come on! Just tell me his nameeeee” he begged. But you shook your head. “Ugh why do people keep doing this to me. You know Liam has been going out with some mystery girl for a while now and he won’t tell me who she is! And now you’re doing the same thing! You guys could be meeting serial killers for all I know!” Harry said. You giggled. “I can promise you we’re safe. Don’t you trust us?” You wondered. “Yeah I guess, and Liam normally has pretty good taste, so I wanna meet his new girl, maybe she has some hot friends” Harry said. You couldn’t help but laugh “He has good taste yeah? I’m telling him you said that.” “Um okay…but when do you ever see Liam? Don’t I see him more often than you do?” Harry wondered. You just sighed at your brother’s stupidity. “You know Liam and I were gonna wait to tell you until you figured it out, but it doesn’t seem like you have any kind of clue…” you told Harry. “How am supposed to figure out who he’s dating and who you’re dating? There’s so many people on this earth!!” Harry whined. “For fucks sake Harry. LIAM AND I ARE DATING” you finally told him. The expression on Harry’s face was priceless. “What?!” He exclaimed. “God you really should have finished school, dummy” you chuckled. “So you and Liam huh? I don’t know how I feel about this” he said, crossing his arms. You rolled your eyes and prepared yourself for some kind of huge brotherly lecture. “But I guess it doesn’t really matter…it matters how you and Liam feel about it right? I’ll stay out of it (Y/N).” He said told you. You couldn’t help but smile at your older brother. “You know, you’re the best brother ever. I love you” you cooed as you squeezed him in a super tight hug. “Well obviously” he laughed. “Now hurry up and get out of here, tell Liam I said hello, and don’t be home too late (Y/N).” He said raising an eyebrow. You nodded, kissed his cheek, and thanked him before quickly heading out the door. Niall:
You couldn’t help but laugh at the snapchat Harry had just sent you. His curly brown locks were brushed in front of his face in a way in which you could only really see his green eyes peeking through his tangled mane. You weren’t exactly sure how he even managed to get his hair in that way, however it looked like he’d blow dryed it and then brushed out his curls, causing them to go frizzy. “What’s so funny?” Niall wondered, peeking over your shoulder, he was always up for a laugh. “Oh it’s gone now, it was just a snapchat.” You explained. “Who’s?” He asked. “Lizzie’s” you lied. “Oh yeah?” He chuckled. “Well then why does that say Harry’s username?” He said. You quickly tried to change the subject. “Go away Niall. Aren’t you supposed to going to lunch with Louis or something?” You said shoving your phone in your pocket. “Don’t try to change the subject! What’s going on between you two? He’s been asking about you a lot lately.” He told you. “He asked about me!? What exactly did he say?!” you almost squealed. “I’ll let you know if you tell me what’s happening between you” Niall offered, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’m not telling you anything” you said crossing your arms. “Ok fine. Well I have to leave but be careful, use protection ok, are you on the pill?” “NIALL!! My god we’ve only been on one date!” You almost yelled, your cheeks red from embarrassment. “Ah ha! I knew it! I knew something was going on!” Niall exclaimed. “Yeah Yeah and I actually really like him so you better not screw this up for me.” you warned. “(Y/N) I would never!” Niall said though you could practically feel the sarcasm dripping from his words. “Whatever. just go leave for your lunch” you said, shooing him out the door. Liam:
“Are you 100% sure?” “Yeah” “1000% sure?” “Yes!” “10000% sure?” “Yes (Y/N)” “100000%?” “(Y/N)!!” “Ok I’m sorry I just want to confirm that you don’t mind at all or in any way if I, your younger sister (Y/N) Payne, am dating and later am in a relationship with your fellow bandmate and friend Louis Tomlinson, and it doesn’t bother you at all.” you asked. “(Y/N) the only thing that’s bothering me is you asking me the same question over and over.” he told you. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want be overstepping on any boundaries, or put you in the middle” you explained. “It’s ok, I actually think you two would be good for each other, now you better hurry up and get ready, he’ll be here any minute.” —
You admired the beautiful nature around you as you strolled through the park hand in hand with Louis. You turned to him, about to comment on how beautiful the day was, but you closed your mouth, when you saw Louis’ frown. “Lou? Is something wrong?” you said. His eyes were fixed on the ground. “No, it’s nothing don’t worry about it.” he said. You and Louis had really only been on four dates so far, but you had an instant connection, a connection so strong that you felt closer to him than anyone you had ever been with before. It wasn’t quite love at this point, but it was something raw and something real. “I don’t want to push you if you don’t want to talk about it, but you know you can tell me anything.” you said. He had told you that your eyes were his favorite thing about you, not just the color of them but the shape, and how they brightened whenever you smiled, or the way they sparkled whenever you were in awe or amazement. He’d gone on about how beautiful they were to him, but here you were, trying to make eye contact with him, but he just refused to look into your eyes. “Look at me Louis” you pleaded. He sighed before meeting your request. “What’s wrong?” “(Y/N), You’re amazing, and I really feel like we have an amazing bond but I… I don’t know how Liam will feel about us being together, I just, I don’t want to put him any weird position or anything you know?” He told you. “Yeah I understand, and I had the same fear, but I talked to him this morning and he’s really supportive, I know he trusts us to make good decisions together.” you explained. Louis smiled and let out a sigh of relief. “And think of it this way, if you ever need help picking a birthday gift for me or something like that then you could ask him, I’m sure he’d help you out.” you said with a smile. “Oh yeah and I bet he could let me see some embarrassing pictures too” Louis joked. (At least you hoped he was joking) Louis:
It was an accident. An accident. It was just a slip of the finger, you’d excitedly typed out a flirty text for Niall, carefully choosing your emojis and reading over it a few times before you sent it…… to Louis. “Shit!” you cursed as you, wished you could somehow delete the message all together. You loved your brother Louis and you two were usually pretty close; however, you weren’t a huge fan of sharing things about your love life with him. You had been especially careful ever since you and Niall had started dating. The two of you didn’t want to keep this news from Louis, but you figured it’d be better not to tell until you both were sure and serious about each other. Now that you’d screwed up that plan you decided to give Louis a call, maybe you’d get a chance to explain before he got a chance to read the message. “Hello?” “Hi Lou!” you chirped, hoping that you didn’t sound as nervous as you expected. “Hello Ms. I’m gonna secretly date my brother’s best friend and never tell him” he said. “Louissss don’t be mad, we were gonna tell you I swear! Just not until we were sure of everything” you told him. “Yeah Yeah sure. It’s fine (Y/N) I’m not mad. It’s actually kind of cute, but like gross at the same time, I can’t explain it” he laughed through the phone. “Um thanks?” you giggled. “Just don’t break his heart (Y/N) he’s fragile and he seems to like you a lot ok?” he said. “Me? I’m not a heartbreaker!” you exclaimed. “Yeah well tell that to your list of ex-boyfriends who you made cry within 6 months” Louis teased. “Ok that was one time and he was really sensitive!” You claimed. “Whatever you say sis!” Louis said. “Whatever” you said rolling you eyes then hanging up the phone.
“Zayn! Oh my God hi!” you chirped as you answered the door to find your older brother Zayn. Though you still lived at home with your mom and sisters, Zayn was usually traveling and he lived in another town with Perrie, so it was always a nice surprise to see him. “Hey sis! Or should I call you Ms.Styles now?” He chuckled. You froze as you let his words sink in. “Did he- how did-wait so…” You began to stutter. Zayn laughed at you, “Harry told me.” He explained. “Oh…and you’re ok with it right?” you asked with a nervous smile on your face. “Yeah of course, it’s quite nice actually, Harry’s been single for a while, I thought for sure he’d end up an old, single, cat lady.” He told you. You couldn’t help but laugh. “You know he just told me he wanted to get a cat and call it Angela” you giggled. “Jesus Christ” Zayn sighed shaking his head. “Hey what’s wrong with cats?” You laughed. “Nothing just don’t let him get more than one” Zayn said before letting out a laugh. “How are things with you two anyway?” Zayn wanted to know. “Good! He’s a sweetheart you know?” You said, smiling. “Yeah, when he told me you guys were together, he went on for ages about how much he loves you. I really don’t think I’ve ever seen him care so much about someone” he told you. You couldn’t help but smile. “I’m really lucky to have him aren’t I?” “You are. And he’s lucky to have you too” Zayn told you. A/N: I took a bit of break from writing but I’m back and I hope you enjoyed ily ❤️
Hey. This isnt about cats but i know someone is running this blog and i wanted to let you know that For God so loved the world thay he gave his only son (Jesus) and whoever believes should not perish but have eternal life - John 3:16. Much love ok (:
I love Broadway but it’s v much a love formed by hearing like, the mainstream classics being played in my house nonstop when I lil. We had some VHS tapes of those productions that would air on PBS (so like, Cats, Jesus Christ Superstar, etc)
I guess I don’t really talk about it because Broadway fans are veeery snooty in my experience about how to properly “experience” Broadway shows which aside from being elitist is much more inherently classist than elitism about one’s taste in movies/games/other media that’s much more accessible
Like I’d love to see more “legit” productions of Broadway shows but it v much relies on timing/distance/money aligning perfectly