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pastafossa · 4 months
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Pet loss below the cut.
Cato was my cat. That's the long and short of it.
From the first night I had him when he curled up against my neck to fall asleep with me, to his final night when he curled up on my chest to try and comfort me, there is not a single day I've been home that I haven't had my kitten chow with me. He was my tiny shadow, always trotting along after me or singing at me from around the house with that long Siamese wail or bringing me scores of socks he hid god knows where (although once he brought me an entire umbrella instead, which he was understandably proud of). He was by my pillow every night cuddled up against my arm, and we fit together like two puzzle pieces, like that little crook in my arm was designed for him, for his exact shape and size. He was with me through my health issues, through high school and college, through moving states, through covid, through tears, through the loss of other pets. He was there as I really learned to write, and there is not a single chapter of TRT that was written without his presence for at least a section of it even if it meant I had to stop editing or writing for a bit and just stare at the words instead because he wanted to be held NOW. And he even managed to hold off the cancer just long enough to walk with me through mom's hospital stay and her return home. I was his person, and he was my soul cat, a piece of me.
I was so torn last night. He was clearly in pain, dehydrated, wobbly, confused and restless, and couldn't get to the litter box. It had been really clear this week the moment was coming, that the cancer was going to take him soon. I'd had this big plan, to have it all happen at home in peace. He hated the vet, hated the stress, but it happened so fast, and I just... knew he couldn't wait for the vet's office to open so she could come here. He'd chosen his time and it was now.
I held him at the emergency vet when they gave him the sedative. I managed to choke out that silly singing tone that always made him happy, as I called him every last nickname he knew: my Cato-wato kitten chow, my Cato kins, my little Mr. meow meow, my sweet happy baby kitty. I made sure all he could see with those big beautiful blue eyes of his was me, as I petted his soft little ears and scratched his neck just the way he liked. And he actually managed to purr for me. He purred as he slipped away and the lights went out, and it was the last sound I ever got to hear from him.
I already miss you so, so much, my sweet old kitty, my Cato kitten chow. I'm sorry it couldn't be at home. But thank you for purring for me. Thank you for spending your journey with me. Thank you for the love you gave me. Thank you for the big meows and the headbonks and perching on my shoulder to interrupt with a breaking news story of Meow Meow. Thank you for the stealing of hundreds of my socks over 16 years and the way you always wanted to sit on me regardless of convenience or your own comfort. Thank you for letting me scoop you up for head smoochies, guarding me from nightmares, and solemnly supervising over 150 chapters of TRT. My soul cat, my baby kitty, my lovebug. I will always love and miss you. And one day I'll see you again.
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I was planning to have the project done before season 2 aired and boy did I fail 🙃
Majority of lines are done, I mostly want to fine tune a couple things on Casey *cough jank hand cough* but if there are any big flaws please let me know. I can’t stress enough how much I am not an animator lmao
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bonefall · 7 months
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why is fernsong on thin ice with dovewing, did ivypool use him to send her messages or something like that
Yeaaaaahhh. I figured it was obvious enough to figure out lmao.
Dovewing really likes Fernsong (who doesn't?) but Ivypool continues to be a petty badger for years. She's changed a lot after the impostor murdered her daughter publicly for codebreaking and suddenly ShadowClan didn't look so crazy to resist him from the very start...
But she treated Dovewing like garbage for years. Always looking for ways to spite her and her 'Friendship' with Tigerheart, and it didn't even stop after she booked it. Dovewing doesn't WANT to fix this.
Sure, this stems from Lionblaze being a really bad parent, playing obvious favorites with Dovepaw and neglecting Ivypaw. But Ivypool would take it out on her. Well into their adulthood. And NOW she wants to reconcile? When Dovewing's finally away from her, and living happily?
Fernsong and Dovewing have a history, making friends with each other before Fern started dating Ivy when he first joined ThunderClan, but he FLOATED the idea of Dove talking to her sister, "you know... Ivypool talks about you," and she shut it down fast.
(That means she walked away, cutting the whole reunion short. She really did discover the power of Just Leaving and has been using it like a superpower)
He hasn't dared try again, since that moment. He knows very well he won't get a second chance, and Dovewing is his friend. He doesn't want to ruin it. She's forgiven him, but hasn't forgotten.
I think Dovewing has a reputation of being really sensitive, according to ThunderClan cats. And, she kinda is? But it's because she was so patient for years with them. She feels like if she gives an inch, they'll take a mile, and reacts accordingly.
...it's why the deafness isn't ALWAYS a bad thing, in Dovewing's mind. Sometimes she really appreciates it. She doesn't have to listen to her dad bark for her to get back here, or Bumblestripe break out into a sob, or whatever stage of denial Ivypool's circled back around to. If she does, it's quiet.
It's SO much easier to walk away now.
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beyondplusultra · 2 years
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...if you say goodbye today, i’d ask you to be true,
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waketoearth · 2 months
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orange blood .. the qr code works!
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warlenys · 7 months
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right after house tells wilson "i need you, okay? i want you to be around as long as possible, because i don't know what i'm gonna do without you" wilson tells him "my dying is about me". imagine you tell a man you've loved for decades that you don't know what your life would be without him, and in response he tells you that his dying has nothing to do with you. your life is his, but his dying is not yours. your life is him. his death is not you. then imagine. next scene. he says he needs you to tell him that you love him. i would've killed myself then and there
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swiftcast-selene · 1 month
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Day 10: Free day
"wake up, sleepyhead! we're almost home." "what? noo... i want to keep adventuring!" "what, and miss dinner?"
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lokiusly · 6 months
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Miss minutes play “Cancer” by My Chemical Romance.
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zoebelladona · 2 months
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words are being written for this thaluke fic 👁
i'm calling it my fleece quest luke au to keep it short. but the fic will probably be titled lightning in a bottle. the gist of it is luke, not a traitor this time around, goes on the golden fleece quest in a desperate attempt to save thalia
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cappycino · 8 months
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Chapter 6 of 7 Minutes in Hell is up!! In which Dice goes demon hunting https://archiveofourown.org/works/41151864/chapters/126042622 (heed the warnings!)
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filet-o-feelings · 3 months
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Thanks for the tags @hippolotamus @a-noble-dragon @lemonlyman-dotcom @beaiola @ramonaflow 🩵 I actually have words to share today!
He needs snacks, and maybe he can distract himself by re-watching tonight’s episode. A lot happened tonight, and he should be as prepared as possible for a discussion if PB messages him back. He heads into the kitchen, opening and closing cabinet doors, the refrigerator door, the freezer door. He returns to the first cabinet, then another, and back. He has a wide variety of snacks, but can’t settle on anything. Eventually, he pulls a pint of ice cream out of the freezer, grabs a spoon from the drawer, and heads back to the living room, flopping on the couch. The ice cream isn’t exactly what he wants, but he isn’t exactly sure what it is he wants (he thinks maybe the answer here isn’t food) but it’s sweet and mouth numbingly cold, so it will do for now.
No pressure (as always) tagging @stereopticons @treluna4 @statueinthestonetoo @tyfinn @wearpersistencewell @flowertrigger
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antihibikase-archive · 8 months
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Your uber is here; a peculiar exploration team!
Art trade with @mhizzberry!
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i thought i was probably too busy fighting for my life to take any of my own pics but i guess i DID get these !! not great but they're mine 😭
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d1sheclectic · 2 months
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JALLY AS CANCER BY MCR😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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mysoma · 9 months
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Tw for: Mexican anger 💥👊💥👊
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the-valiant-valkyrie · 2 months
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grrr..... i need.... to write...... LETTERS!!!!!!!! *dozens of objects go hurtling around the room*
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