The Evillustrator: I had this sudden urge in the middle of gym class to draw Nath and ended up drawing an angry tomato child. I did the whole thing in pen and watercolor and was just like; “where was all this ability to draw with pen back during inktober???”
Ok, it wasn’t something I was supposed to do (because I honestly have too much things to do right now hahahaha) and I blame @queen-of-perplexity and @kitshunette for this. (well I have this feeling I blame you a lot these days).
Let’s imagine. There is this cute baby cat on the street. Nobody knows his name, nobody knows who is his owner. He’s just the cat of the street. One day, he’s dead. A truck hit him (yes I know it’s sad).
This cat is now a ghost and for no reason, he decided Andrew will be HIS human. This one is the good one. (no, this cat is not Neil).
So, from here:
This ghost cat is always wandering in Neil and Andrew’s flat. The other cats don’t really like him but well, what can they do against a ghost?
Neil doesn’t understand why his cats sometimes are staring at….. nothing. But nothing is the ghost cat. (no, Neil is still not the ghost cat)
Andrew can see the ghost cat. He tried to ignore him but he can’t. The ghost cat jumps on him and asks for cuddles.
Andrew is annoyed. He thinks this cat he’s stupid. How can he cuddle a ghost cat?
But he doesn’t say it to the cat, so the cat sticks around and sleeps near Andrew all the time.
Andrew says nothigng about the ghost cat to Neil.
But one day the ghost cat is missing. Andrew tries to act as if it’s not important but eventually he’s looking for the cat in all the corners of the flat.
Neil asks him what’s wrong.
“Did you see the ghost cat? He’s missing.”
Neil arched an eyebrow. “What ghost cat? Wtf Andrew?”
Andrew did not find the ghost cat anywhere. He thinks he’s gone. Well, it was a ghost. No big deal.
But he’s still watching his real cats, trying to see if they are staring at the void. But no.
The ghost cat is really gone.
One day when he’s older, Andrew meets the ghost cat again, sleeping on the couch. He says nothing and just tries to cuddle him.
The ghost cat stayed here until Andrew’s death.
Andrew trained the ghost cat to scare Neil. Like, sometimes, Neil can hear a meow and it’s not Sir nor King. Or he can feel something on his legs but… there is nothing.
Andrew casually says “maybe this flat is haunted by a dead cat”.
Fact is, the flat is really haunted by a dead cat.
imagine stuffy British Government officials being overjoyed at Christopher’s retirement, because he’s vain and snobby and looks deliberately bored all the time and never remembers their names…only to get Cat, who is simply awful at explaining things, never tells them anything ahead of time and barely writes reports afterwards, and if they go ask him for anything in particular he just stares at them vaguely (and they thought they were done with that), and they get the irritating impression that he just doesn’t understand why they aren’t keeping up.
Gasp–you’ve ran into the Money Scarecrow! To avoid a face full of fear gas and inherit all of the money from the Bank of Gotham, reblog this post before Batman catches up to this burlap sack and busts him back into Arkham!
Was trying to mess around with my cat skull and the teeth to put them in their right spot and I noticed this about his/her teeth. It’s not just two teeth it’s like one whole tooth but with two points? Anybody know what it’s about? What causes it maybe?
Your Lie in April uses visual metaphors and symbolic imagery to add layers of meaning and foreshadowing to the story. In fact, if you know what to look for, they foreshadow the ending in the very first minute of the show.
Finnaly getting around to cleaning this kitty my roommates found ages ago in a sealed off crawlspace under a 100+ year old house. The way the skull is broken exposing the sinuses is really cool. The hole in the skull looks intentional but there’s no exit area so maybe not a gun that did it?
there’s something in my brother’s room that smells Awful and him and my mom are trying to figure out what it is so they can get rid of it, and,,, i just heard my brother go “oohhhh” i’m concerned What Is It
My dashboard is dead so I need new blogs to follow. If you post any of these like/reblog/follow and I will check your blog :3
- Other superheroes
- Game of Thrones
- Dragon Age
- Captain America/Stucky
- Orange is the new black
- Beautiful landscapes
- Random and funny stuff
- Just check my blog and if you post similar stuff I will follow you :D
I’m not quite sure where I’m going with this story. Other than to say I’ve been thinking a lot about death as some of you would know and it’s been rough kind of playing these songs over and over again and meditating on this and mulling it over and allowing myself to contain it and allowing these subjects to reside in me. I’ve been thinking about all the animals that we had that died and a lot of my family and friends have died and thinking about their past lives and future lives but also most importantly, the lives that I knew in my lifetime and how I carry all of that with me every single one of those experiences, those personal histories, those stories, those relationships, whether it was my mother, or King Solomon as a Siamese cat. And how all of that, those stories, I’m not so sure about former lives or future lives, but their lives in my own personal very short history were very important. And that I somehow, I carry that with me as a, a living person while I live and breathe and move and have my being that I somehow contain their stories and their lives. Um and that I feel less and less sort of possessed and depressed by death as I think of it in this way and more and more encouraged by death because then I see it all as companionship, that I contain it all and it resides in me. And that I can, in my life, be a living steward in memory of them, and celebration of them. And then maybe someday when I’m dead, one of my reincarnated cats will remember me and be part of their lives, I don’t know. But that’s just rambling
My parents were always obsessed with death, y'know, but not, not in sort of a, the morbid sense, but in the Addams Family way, you know; in a very playful, experimental, sort of esoteric way. And they talked about it all the time. And they were followers of Edgar Cayce, who’s sort of, the famous–called the “Sleeper Prophet”. He was an American mystic and psychic, and he would do these psychic sessions while under sleeping under hypnosis. And he kind of, like, proliferated these notions of past lives and reincarnation in popular American psyche; and my parents were all caught up in that, and would get hypnotized and get readings done. They were really obsessed, uh, with their former lives–past lives–being like, ancient Egyptian kings, of course. And, somehow, they were also residents of Atlantis; they were on the Titanic…? And I think that my dad was also one of the Twelve Disciples of Jesus. Which is just–But, it’s like, those things; and they would always do these new past-life readings, and something brave and bold and exciting and heroic, and extremely historical and famous would come up.
And… they would also find out how they had died in the former lives, and it was always really gruesome, you know, like, Spartacus or like… being dismembered or maimed, by like, the first, uh, train-car, or something like that. And they would come back, and report to their children the details these stories of the very heroic and gruesome past lives of your parents. And, they also believed in reincarnation. And they believed that they would come back as a butterfly, or an ostrich, or… And, and they were obsessed with animals. We would call my step-mother Doctor Do–Doctor Doolittle. And they would always gather any kind of maimed, or injured, or hurt animal into our house that they would find in the road. And they would often go to animal shelters and bring them in. And if there were ever any listings for kittens, or chickens, or snakes, or dogs, or goats, or geese, for free? They would take them in. And they would take these animals to get their readings for their past lives.
It was really exciting! They found out that our Siamese cat was formerly King Solomon. We called him “Solomon”. And our little Pomeranian was formerly Queen Victoria, so we called her “Queen Victoria”. And then, King Solomon got hit by a car. And Queen Victoria got attacked by my aunt’s–uh, um, what are the ones? Those big, muscly dogs, without any necks that are huge? Pitbulls! Yeah.–And it was devastating because we were all so emotionally attached to these very important historic animals–And my parents were like, ‘It’s fine, it’s fine. They’re going to be reincarnated as the Queen of Portugal; as the sort of, future–First woman President of the United States of America.’ Or, something like that.
…I’m not quite sure about where I’m going with this story.
Other than–See, I’m, thinking a lot about death lately, as some of you might know.
And, it’s been rough, kind of playing these songs over and over again; meditating on it, and mulling it over. And, allowing myself to contain it.
And, allowing these subject to reside in me. And, I’m thinking about all the animals that we had that died, and a lot of my family and friends have died… And thinking about their past lives, and their future lives, but, also–most importantly–the lives that I knew in my life-time. And how, I carry all that with me. Every single one. Those experiences. Those personal histories. The stories, the relationships… Whether it was my mother, or King Solomon as a Siamese cat, y'know? All of that. Those stories–I’m not so sure about the former lives, or the future lives, but their lives in my own, personal, very short history, were very important. And that–somehow I carry that with me.
As a living person, while I live, and breathe, and move, and have my being… that I still somehow contain their stories, and their lives. Um, and, I feel… I feel less and less, through–possessed and depressed by death, if I think of it in this way. And more, and more encouraged by death, because then I see it all as a companionship; that I contain it all, that it resides in me; and that I can be a living steward in the memory of death, and celebration of death. And maybe someday when I’m dead, one of my reincarnated cats will remember me, as a part of their lives. Somehow. I dunno. But that’s just really…
So, look alive, out there!
Sufjan Stevens at Massey Hall, Toronto (April 29, 2015)