#thread: cat-astrophe!

[cxttynoir]

@muralmxse [ Catastrophe Pt7 ] Needless to say, the ghouls were only... partially shocked. Shocked of was was being planned, but not shocked of who was behind it. Cleo figured the conniving cat was up to no good some how. Frankie felt... disappointed in Toralei more so than before. She knew the werecat took advantage of Gigi before but not while risking her relationship. To violate their privacy was just a new low.

Now... they had to break the news to Catty.

They played back the video Spectra sent to them to the popstar in the private Muse-ick room. ❝ Toralei's been blackmawling Gigi the whole time!❞ Frankie spoke. ❝ And she's planning something soon for the next tournament! ❞ (@wickedlyxcreepy / @sorcerymuses)

Catty frowned and shivered at the word "blackmaul." What an ugly phrase, and an even uglier action.

No wonder Gigi was being so distant! Toralei had the genie wrapped around her little finger!

Worry for her girlfriend gnawed at the werecat's gut. Seeing how far Gigi would go to protect her -- to protect them -- made her feel more nauseas than anything else.

Swallowing, Catty pulled her eyes away from the video on the phone and looked up at the other ghouls.

"So, what's the plan? There is a plan, right?"

"Because whatever it is, I want to help. Toralei scratched on the wrong tree this time."

🎶 @13xwishes | @sorcerymuses

[bleulikedaylight]

The Cat-astrophe Next Door

pairing: fur parent! natasha romanoff x fur parent! reader

synopsis: college life was already chaotic enough, but things took a sharp left turn when your sweet, innocent cat ended up pregnant—thanks to the mysterious feline next door. turns out, the culprit is none other than liho, the smug, too-handsome-for-his-own-good cat belonging to your intimidating (and unfairly attractive) condo neighbor, natasha romanoff.

warnings: mild language, implied pet mating/pregnancy (lmk if i missed smth !!) | wc: 1.9k | genre: rom-com, with a side of social media au !! <3

note: guys, it’s me again with another fic—hope you’re not tired of seeing me pop up on your feed LMFAOO. i had so much fun writing and editing this one !! also, liho is a boy cat in this au, and i used jennie as the face claim for Y/N because she’s iconic. i hope you guys enjoy !!! ><

part one ‎♡‧₊˚ part two

If there was one thing you thought you had under control in your life, it was your cat, Lily. She was graceful, soft, a little dramatic (gets it from you), and most importantly—indoor-only. Or so you thought.

Lily has been acting weird.

Not “she-scratched-my-ankle” weird. Not even “sat-on-my-laptop-during-a-Zoom-class” weird. No. This was something else. She’d been meowing dramatically, mood-swinging like a rom-com lead, and for some reason, she’d been eating like a linebacker after finals week. Most concerning of all? She had started waddling. Like... actually waddling, which would be funny—if it weren’t worrying. You Googled it (because of course you did), and then after spiraling through multiple Reddit threads and one frantic call to your mom, you decided to bring her to the vet.

And that’s how you ended up in the cold, sterile-smelling waiting room of the 24/7 animal clinic, wearing your worn-out college hoodie and slippers, holding Lily in a pink baby blanket. The receptionist had offered you a sympathetic smile, the kind that says, “Ah, another panicked pet parent. We’ve seen your type before.”

When the vet called you in, you followed like you were walking into a courtroom. The vet, Dr. Swift, was peppy. Too peppy for 2:14 a.m., but you appreciated the energy.

She cooed at Lily while examining her. “Well, she’s definitely healthy,” Dr. Swift said, smiling.

“That’s good,” you said, hugging the blanket tighter.

“She’s also pregnant.”

Pregnant.

Your baby girl, a mother?!

You stared. “She’s what.”

“Pregnant. A few weeks in, I’d say. Nothing to worry about—she’s young, strong, well-fed.”

Your mouth opened and closed like a dying fish. “She’s… she’s never even left the apartment. You’ve got to be kidding me," you muttered in horror, holding the vet's report like it was a death certificate. "She’s too young. Too pure. She doesn’t even go outside!"

Your vet gave you a knowing look, like she’s seen a lot of clueless cat parents. “She must’ve found a way. Cats are clever.”

Clever. Right.

Your condo wasn’t Fort Knox, but it was secure. Except—

The one day last month when you opened the window to fix the air conditioner and Lily disappeared. You had screamed, searched, and panicked for ten straight minutes—only for her to casually reappear like she hadn’t just shaved ten years off your life. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, just figured she got spooked and hid somewhere.

But now…

Now you remembered the Black Russian Blue that always lounged around the hallway. The same smug-looking cat that always stared into your window. The one who yowled dramatically outside your door during the night. The one who’d practically made bedroom eyes at Lily from across the screen.

Liho.

And if you remembered correctly, Liho belonged to the mysterious, intimidating, frustratingly gorgeous woman in 5C.

Natasha Romanoff.

Your mysterious next-door neighbor, Natasha Romanoff. Tall, quiet, and intimidatingly hot, She was the kind of woman who gave off 'could kill you but make it fashion' energy. Her cat was the same.

You had never officially spoken to her. Only shared elevator rides filled with awkward silence and exchanged the occasional nod in the hallway. She dressed like she was always on her way to fight crime. Or model. Or both. You’d once heard a neighbor whisper that she used to work in private security—or maybe she was in witness protection? Or maybe she was just that cool.

You stormed back into your unit and glared at Lily, who was now curled up innocently on your couch, licking her paw like she didn’t just ruin your entire week.

“This is your fault,” you muttered. “This is what happens when you flirt through the window slats.”

You weren’t crazy. You’d seen it. Late at night, your cat staring longingly through the balcony door, tail twitching. And across the small hallway gap, Liho would be staring back from his side of the building, eyes half-lidded and cocky.

Whatever the case, her cat got yours pregnant.

And now you had to knock on her door.

—

You spent the entire morning pacing in your living room.

Lily lay on the couch, blissfully unaware of the chaos she’d unleashed. You alternated between rehearsing your speech and having a breakdown.

“Hi! So funny story—our cats might be having kittens.”

Too casual.

“Your cat got my cat pregnant and I demand answers.”

Too aggressive.

“Would you like to co-parent?”

Too weird.

Eventually, you settled on a compromise between formality and desperation, printed out Lily’s vet report (just in case), and marched to Unit 5C.

You stood outside her door for a full minute before knocking. And when it opened, you almost forgot how to breathe.

Natasha looked like she’d just rolled out of bed, but in a cinematic, slow-motion, music-swelling kind of way. Her red hair was styled in a half-up, half-down look. The top portion is pulled back and secured, adding volume and keeping the hair away from her face, while the rest cascades down in soft waves, and she was wearing sweatpants and a fitted, long-sleeved, henley-style top in an olive green color. Her toned abs didn't need to be out like that. It was illegal. Offensive.

Her expression was blank but not unfriendly. “Yes?”

"Hi," you said with a very forced smile,

She raised an eyebrow. "Hey. Something wrong?"

You held up the vet report.

"Uh. Sorry to bother you. I’m Y/N—I live next door. My cat is pregnant. And your cat is the only male she's ever interacted with. So... unless immaculate feline conception is a thing, I'm pretty sure your cat knocked my cat up."

A pause.

She stared at you. Blinked once. Looked down at her mug. Looked back up.

“...Okay,” she said slowly. Then bit back a smirk. "You're telling me.. Liho is going to be a dad? That’s… one way to say good morning.”

You stared at her. “I just came back from the vet and she’s never been outside, except for that one time when she snuck out the window. And the only male cat she’s ever met is yours. Liho, right?”

“Yeah,” Natasha replied, leaning on the doorframe. “Black Russian Blue. Fluffy. Thinks he’s royalty.”

You sighed. “Well, he’s now the father of unborn kittens.”

Natasha took another sip from her mug, her eyes never leaving you. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. The vet said she’s been pregnant for a few weeks, and that’s exactly when Lily had her little great escape.”

“Liho’s neutered now,” Natasha offered. “A week ago.”

“Lily beat the deadline,” you muttered.

There was a beat of silence. Then Natasha stepped back and opened the door wider.

“Come in.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You look like you haven’t slept. Come in. If our cats made kittens together, we might as well talk about logistics.”

You hesitated. “You’re not… mad?”

She shrugged. “Why would I be? I mean, I guess it’s a surprise, but I’m not exactly going to sue your cat.”

You snorted. She smirked.

You stepped inside.

Her condo was neat. Not in a minimalist, empty way—but cozy. Bookshelves. Plants. A couch that looked far more expensive than yours. There was a tall cat tree in the corner and a plush cat bed that clearly belonged to a spoiled prince. And lo and behold—Liho himself, perched dramatically like the Simba he thinks he is.

He blinked at you. Then at your stomach. Then back at you, as if to say, You're welcome.

You pointed at him. “He’s got no shame.”

Natasha sighed. “Yeah, he gets that from me.”

You choked on your spit. “What?”

She chuckled—actually chuckled—and disappeared into the kitchen. “Coffee?”

“Uh, yes please.”

You stood awkwardly, taking in the place. There was a framed photo on a shelf: Natasha holding Liho, both of them looking dangerously close to rolling their eyes. There were a few Post-it notes stuck to the fridge with neat, organized reminders.

Natasha returned with two mugs. One said “No.” The other said “I survived another day without punching anyone. Go me.” She handed you the latter.

You sat across from her at the dining table, mug in hand, papers between you.

“So,” she said, “how do you want to do this?”

You blinked. “You’re actually… interested?”

Natasha leaned back in her chair. “I mean, I can’t just walk away. That’s deadbeat dad behavior. Liho would never.”

You snorted again. She grinned.

You hadn’t expected this. Honestly, you had expected defensiveness, or maybe awkward avoidance. But Natasha was—surprisingly chill. Funny, even. Dry and a little sarcastic, but not mean. And as she sipped her coffee and asked about Lily’s health, you started to relax.

“We could co-parent,” you joked.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Shared custody?”

“Maybe not that intense, but like… I’ll keep you posted. When she gives birth, you can visit. Bring snacks. Maybe we’ll name one of them after you.”

“Or after Liho. He’ll want credit.”

“Do you think he knows?”

Natasha looked over at her cat. “Liho, you’re gonna be a dad.”

Liho yawned.

“I think he’s ready,” you deadpanned.

You both laughed.

And for a brief, quiet moment, it didn’t feel like you were just talking about cats anymore. It felt like something had shifted. Something tiny and electric.

“Guess we’ll be seeing more of each other,” you said.

Natasha met your gaze. “Guess so.”

You sipped your coffee. She sipped hers.

Outside, the hallway was silent. Inside, two cats stared at each other across a room—and two people smiled over the rim of their mugs.

—

"I am losing it—oh my God, I can’t believe that just happened." you groaned, flopping onto your bed and opening your group chat with Wanda, Agatha, and Rio.

You sent them a selfie of you holding the vet report while Lily snoozed peacefully behind you like she wasn’t the source of all this drama.

Meanwhile, on Natasha’s side.

Back on your side of the internet, you opened Twitter.

[lgcyoungmin]

* / catastrophe

youngmin wouldn’t call himself a heavy drinker. he doesn’t drink very often, never keeping alcohol in his own refrigerator. but he did drink whenever his friends would invite him out. a social drinker, in short, only doing so during social events that he would attend or when there was something to celebrate with his friends.

however, he had the tendency to go overboard during these encounters, drinking just a little more than he could handle. youngmin didn’t consider himself a lightweight, but he wasn’t a heavy boulder against alcohol either. this time around, he stepped a little out of his tolerance, coming out of the gathering lightheaded and stumbling a little. maybe he should have asked one of his more sober friends to drive him back to the dorms, but he already started walking before the idea popped up in his head. and once youngmin sets himself on doing something he damn well will finish it and reach his destination.

even with that conviction of his, it didn’t take very long for him to get distracted by a fluffy creature in the park. he was already on his knees, a stupid grin on his face as he reached out to pet the cat, only for it to throw its paws at him. it ended up being some sort of battle, with youngmin trying to pet the cat and the cat flailing around and leaving scratches all over youngmin’s hands. okay, so maybe he was starting to bleed, but he will pet the cat no matter what it takes!

“why do you despise me soooo?” he whines, lips pursed into a pout as if that would make the cat change its mind at all. “please, i can practically feel the fluffiness at the tip of my fingertips, let me pet youuuuu.”

— @lgcjinseo !

[starstaiined-archived-blog]

@heartsled liked for a thing! impossible - james arthur 

❛  all we had is gone now . ❜

[otonymous]

Happy Birthday, Victor! 🎊

Happy Birthday to my favourite Time Lord CEO!

Victor has steadily made his way deeper and deeper into my heart with his swimmer’s bod, Michelin-starred skills and his penchant for arts and crafts (Chapter 18, anyone? 😭😆).  So in honour of his birthday, I’ll be reblogging some Victor-related fics and headcanons throughout the day on January 13, 2021! 🥳 

(For those of you who may not want to have your dash spammed, just block the #HBDVictor2021 tag!) 💕

⏳ Otonymous’ MLQC Victor Masterpost ⌛️

One-Shots, Drabbles and Longer Fics: 📖

A Moment In Time (Victor x Reader, NSFW)

What U Got On? (Victor x Reader, NSFW)

Wicked Game (Victor x Reader, NSFW)

Victory Lap (Victor x Reader, NSFW)

Bound To You (Victor x Reader, NSFW)

Kissed By The Baddest CEO (Victor x Reader, NSFW)

Served (Victor x Reader, NSFW)

Headcanons and Miscellaneous Writings: 🤯

The ABCs of Victor (NSFW)

MLQC AU Headcanon: If The Boys Were Cast In A Historical Drama

Live-Action Cast of MLQC

A Round Peg In A Square Hole: How The Boys Feel About Pegging (NSFW)

In The Warmth Of His Embrace: How Hugs From The Boys Would Feel Like

Director’s Cut: Porn Flick Titles Featuring The Boys (slightly NSFW)

Time After Time: Victor’s Firsts (NSFW)

INCOGNITO MODE COMMENCE! - Porn Preferences of the Boys (NSFW)

Pillow Fights With The Boys (Incorrect MLQC Quotes)

Come Up To MY Room: How The Boys Seduce You (NSFW)

Just For Laughs: How Victor Would Respond To Sexual Jokes

Sexxxting in Public (NSFW)

It’s The End Of The World: How The Boys Would Respond To You Choosing Another Partner

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World: The Guys As Fathers

Make It Bounce: The Boys & Their A$$ets (NSFW)

Call Me Daddy (Twitter Thread HC)

What I Like About You: Favourite Things About The MLQC Boys

Love Letters: 💌

Dear Dummy...(NSFW)

A Dummy Like Me: A Letter From Victor (Follower Milestone Celebration)

Otonny’s Short Vids: 🎬

Cat-astrophe 

[mrjoelgarcia9]

Let’s Talk #TheLoudHouse: Season 4 Final Thoughts

Considering it was the last one with the original status quo, The Loud House had a really good fourth season.

For my final thoughts on Season 4 of The Loud House, feel free to keep reading. There will be spoilers.

The season began by focusing on the Casagrandes in a multi-part arc in preparation for their then-upcoming spin-off.

It also debuted a minor change in the intro: Disgraced series creator Chris Savino’s credit was altered from orange to grey. This was the show’s first full season without his involvement.

As for the rest of the season, it was really good. Compared to the first three seasons, it had a decent balance of episodes highlighting nearly every single family member along with some new pairings. Some focused on the siblings working together, others on their respective group of friends, and one even focused solely on Lily.

Continuity was a bit more prevalent this time around. Certain story lines from last season were expanded upon, such as Lori’s senior year, the siblings’ respective friendships, and Luna and Luan’s romantic relationships. Some of them appear to set up possible threads for next season.

While still consisting of 26 half-hour episodes, there were two more quarter-hour segments than last season. This season surprisingly did not end with a half-hour special. There were only two of them, one within The Casagrandes arc and "Kings of the Con”, the latter serving as the lead-in to said spin-off.

This season also featured several shorts. Some were uploaded to YouTube (being labeled as “deleted scenes”) and a few aired on TV alongside premieres of both The Loud House and The Casagrandes. They followed up from past episodes, had unique art shifts, and featured stories reminiscent of the graphic novels. One of them, “Clyde’s Two Dads”, was a direct adaptation of the story “Clyde Cat-astrophe” from the second book There Will Be More Chaos.

When it comes to the season’s Loud episodes, there were more good than bad episodes.

The Best

Any Given Sundae: A unique episode from Lily’s point of view with random art shifts. It also showed she is smarter than the rest of her family.

Purrfect Gig: While the premise is reminiscent of “Two Boys and a Baby”, it featured more of Luna’s relationship with Sam. It also had the “controversial” debut of Sam’s brother Simon, previously only mentioned in the graphic novels.

Sister Act: It features the classic trope of twins swapping places but with actual consequences.

A Dark and Story Night: In possibly the only way it could show a fantastical tale within the series, each siblings contributes to a story to pass the time during a blackout.

Feast or Family: It features Luan and her father Lynn Sr clashing about cooking.

The Worst

A Mutt Above: This almost felt like a retread of “Toads and Tiaras”, only with Lana as Lincoln and Charles as Lana. The difference between it and the aforementioned “Purrfect Gig” was how at least that episode changed things up a bit more.

Exchange of Heart: This was forgettable fan fiction, with Tiago serving as the self-insert character.

Singled Out: Another episode that seemed reminiscent of bad fan fiction, this time about Lynn not having a boyfriend. The only thing worth noting about the episode is how it appeared to reaffirm to fans that the other potential relationships from “L is for Love” went nowhere.

House Flip: While Flip is a funny character, he did not need to be the main focus of an entire episode where the siblings have to keep hiding him from their parents.

Tough Cookies: Like “A Mutt Above”, it was similar to a previous episode (”Lincoln Loud: Girl Guru”) and just petered out by the end. At least “Kings of the Con” did more with Lincoln and Clyde.

A unique TV special aired late in the season, serving as its lone major crossover between the two shows. The Hangin’ at Home special, produced during the COVID-19 pandemic, was based on Lincoln and Ronnie Anne’s video chats featured on the shows’ shared YouTube channel. 

It consisted of a clip show with new dialogue of the two explaining their respective family members’ involvement during the pandemic, such as Leni making masks and Bobby being an essential worker. It was an OK special that did its best to explain the pandemic to a younger audience. The format’s limited animation was only prevalent when the characters’ facial movements did not match the voice actors’ performances. 

The show’s future is mostly unknown. The Loud House is coming back for a fifth season, but it will change the status quo by taking place one year later.

Until next time, thank you for reading!

[neverlastingforever]

If your looking for jonmartin prompts, have you ever seen that tweet thread about the guy who found out a stray cat had snuck into his house and then had kittens under his bed? Imagine that but jonmartin

That tweet thread actually crossed my dash again after I’d finished writing, so I think that’s the universe’s blessing? Anyway, this fic turned out to be an absolute delight to write and it’s also my first time getting to use the tooth-rotting fluff tag so one could I am very pleased. It’s a little over 4k and has been posted to my ao3 accordingly

[agentnico]

Cats (2019) Review

I...it just...like what...I can’t even....I....I got nothing.

Plot: A tribe of cats called the Jellicles must decide yearly which one will ascend to the Heaviside Layer and come back to a new Jellicle life.

So I went to see Cats. Why? Because I’m an idiot. Apparently, I have nothing better to do with my life than watch James Corden in a CGI fat furry cat suit singing some song I don’t care about whilst stuffing his face in garbage and Idris Elba vanishing into sparkly dust for some apparent reason. Why? Well, to be honest, I do not care. I just don’t care. This movie is poop. It’s such poop. Like, imagine when you look down at your turds after you went for a satisfying morning dump. Got that picture in your head? Good, well that turd is Cats. Flush it down the toilet and go about your day. Do not, I say again, do NOT go see this pile of paw-rly made crap. It’s a real cat-astrophe. I’m not kitten around, it’s claw-ful. Fur real. This is a cat-atonic, hiss-terical, a-paw-ling meow-ess. And those are all the cat puns I can think of...for now.

Theatre is theatre for a reason. I really do enjoy Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musicals. What can I say, the man does have talent in living up the stage with the music he creates. He’s behind the likes of Jesus Christ Superstar, Phantom of the Opera, Evita and Joseph & the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. All of these are really great musical sensations, and some have very successful film adaptations like, say, the 1996 film version of Evita with stand out acting turns from Madonna and, especially, Antonio Banderas. Funnily enough, Banderas played Puss in Boots in the Shrek films. And he’s a better cat than the entire cat list, sorry, I meant the cast list of Cats. Anymeow, I mean, anyhow, do you know what all these musicals have in common? That’s right, a narrative thread. All of them have some kind of story. But not Cats. So I’m sure that as a theatrical performance in might work well due to you experiencing live the superb choreography and dance moves of the performers, and also the cast members wearing cat costumes rather than being covered in CGI fur probably makes the whole thing more appealing to the eye, but as a movie (can I even call this a movie?), Cats just does not cut it. 

The movie has no story. It’s a bunch of freakish cats being super horny and singing songs about how horny they are and basically, they are all horny for each other so it’s a big old cat horn-fest. You should see Jason Derulo in this thing, he wants to stick his cat tail into anything that moves whilst screaming “MIIIIIILK!!” off the top of his lungs. I mean, okay, that’s not fair, it’s not just cats being horny. They also dance a lot (in a very erotic way) and there is some reincarnation crap (I’m guessing in connection to cats having nine lives but who honestly gives a sh** at this point?) and all in all, I found myself in a very visceral experience sitting there in complete bafflement that Cats is a movie that came out in 2019. Like what the f*** you guys? C’mon, what am I supposed to say here? There’s is nothing logical about this movie, nor its existence in general. I mean, I’ve been doing this film reviewing shtick for a while now (5 years no less!), so I’ve seen a lot of films. I cannot believe I’ve found myself in this position now. Cats might be one of the worst films I have ever seen at the cinema. Maybe even the worst? Maybe....actually no, Norm of the North is still the worst. F*** Norm of the North. Wondering what Norm of the North is? Find the trailer on YouTube, it's the most accurate piece of marketing ever. It represents to the point how bad that movie is. Wait, why am I advertising Norm of the North now? I thought that film was behind me forever and ever and ever! Jeez, Cats, what have you done to me!!??

Okay, so lets at least talk about something good that Cats might offer. The production design was actually pretty visually appealling. The general aesthetic and settings were well designed and made, and some really nice uses of colours. Also, the songs are okay. In all fairness that is not really a compliment towards the movie, since the songs come from the original stage musical. That being said, every song in this movie is ridiculously dragged out. Each musical number goes on forever (fur-ever?). Like, we get it, Mr Mistoffelees, you’re clever and magical and you’re the original frickin’ conjuring cat, stop singing the same thing on repeat for 10 bloody minutes!! Damn, this movie is so boring. It’s just song after song as we jump from one cat to another as each one gets to sing some stupid solo and then we move to basically never see them again. Oh, and did I mention that all the cats look horny? Like, these cats are out to f***! Excuse my language, it’s not me, it's them. These cats want to do some serious porking, and I’m afraid to say that there is no stopping them. Only the movie’s age rating stands in their way! Seriously, this movie would be one hell of a film to watch when tripping on some high-end drugs! Like, I was feeling trippy just watching this movie sober. I kind of wish I was drunk when I watched this film. For this film is not even one of those so-bad-its-funny flicks. It's just a piece of garbage. 

What is frustrating is the amount of talent that is involved in this thing. I’m not simply talking about Andrew Lloyd Webber; this movie is directed by Tom Hooper who did The King’s Speech and Les Miserables - an actual well made musical film. And now this? I mean really? I mean REALLY? What was he thinking? I bet he was high. Probably went on holiday to Amsterdam and spent all that crap-load of money he made of Les Mis on some magical mushrooms through which he discovered his weird cat-fetish and once he came back to the real world he searched far and wide to adapt something cat-related and came across, well, Cats! I see you, Tom Hooper, you sick son of a b****! Then there is the talented cast, which includes the likes of Judi Dench and Ian McKellen, who are all apparently so game at wanting to f*** each other in cat costumes. I cannot for a moment believe that throughout this film’s production one of them did not have an obvious lightbulb moment where he or she would turn around to everyone else and say “is this real, is this really happening??”. Also, what was Jennifer Hudson’s deal? Spends the whole film blubbering about, ugly-crying and constantly blurting out Memory like a broken jukebox! Was she trying to join Anne Hathaway at managing to win an Academy Award for singing only one song and then buggering off? Not the way to do it, girl!

So I’ve seen Cats. I’ve watched it, I’ve lived, I’ve experienced it, and might have even become it. I don’t know, like, I don’t know. I guess all I can say is - meow?

Overall score: 1/10

[kzizzles]

Say what you will about making a a cat into a pagan idol, Japan's pun game is leaps and bounds ahead of ours. This thread is cat-astrophically cute

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[th-positivity]

I'm gonna miss the old TPBMG thread, but cheers to cat-astrophism for rebooting it. If he reads this: I wish you the best! <3 Maybe I'll start posting in there again myself soon.

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[determination-and-familiars]

Cat-astrophic Halloween || closed thread with oflazybones

Continued from: X

@oflazybones

     Frisk looked Sans’ ‘outfit’ up and down, noting the only difference being a cape. The human snickered but instead, considering what Papyrus was wearing, said “Nice hero costume, Sans!”

     Flowey had been about to say something, probably snarky, when his eye twitched as Sans started making puns. Flowey’s top two petals flattened, funnily enough like the cat ears they were painted as.

     He even hissed. Either he was aware of it and just didn’t care, or he had no idea he was just setting himself up for even more.

     “Don’t you dare start with the puns, Trashbag!”

     “Flowey! Be nice!”

[acaxjihoon-blog]

»Plot Call & Tracker! ★

Hey there! I’m so sorry for not being active on the dash, but I’ve got a few things going on in my life that is unfortunately hindering me from going on desktop during most days. It’s nothing big, but it’s making me feel depressed and anxious, so my emotions are just... (இдஇ; )

Anyway, I don’t want it to like, lock me up in eternal sadness, so I’m doing a plot call! I don’t have that much threads, so I can possibly scoot in a few more if anyone is interested in having a thread with Jihoon! Like this post if you’re interested, and I’ll make my way to your IMs! His plots page is kind of... bare, and there’s not a lot since most of it are taken, but if you’d like to check it out, it’s right over here! If we’ve been plotting but I’ve forgotten to reply, feel free to hit me up the head for being an old person and forgetting! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Tracker!

writing:

kiss memes - 14/16 (yikes!)

replies to:

@acaxbaek​ (babysitting bloodbath)

waiting for:

@acayug​ (height difference)

@acawonwoo​ (cat-astrophe)

@acaxchungha​ (siesta)

@acasoonyoung​ (after school club)

@acajinwoo​ (starter)

@acasana​ (starter)

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We Now Know What Really Went Wrong With Cats

We Now Know What Really Went Wrong With Cats

Date: 2020-01-07 12:00:10

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Cats might have nine lives but the film adaptation of Cats was basically dead on arrival.

Perhaps it sounds overly dramatic to declare Tom Hooper’s Cats a full-fledged cinematic calamity… but at this point, the facts are rather indisputable. Now, after a few weeks in theaters, the film stands to lose…