i’m just sitting here dying of laughter thinking about McGonagall looking over Harry in first year like yeah the kid gets into some dangerous shenanigans but it always seems to be for a greater purpose and his heart’s in the right place and he’s so sweet and quiet usually, clearly he takes after his mother Lily thank goodness this is good this boy is good
and then dead ass one year later kid shows up to school crashing into a tree with his bestie in a flying car instead of just owling the damn school that they’d missed the train and she’s just like DING DONG I WAS WRONG
Hey y’all. Some of you know that I run an Etsy shop where I make and sell Morse Code jewelry. Unfortunately, the shop hasn’t had much action for a while and Etsy has bumped its prices up so I’ve decided to close my shop. I don’t have the free time, energy, or real motivation to revamp the shop or try to update it
I will still make and sell things through private messaging and will try to go to cons as per usual but my online shop is gonna close by August 1st.
So! I’m having a closing sale! Until the shop closes, you can use the coupon code CLOSINGUP to get 25% off any purchase, even custom orders! This link [here] also applies the code, for easier access.
Thanks so much for the support and feedback over the years. It was a good run ✌🐝💙
houses with cats that don’t have toys everywhere creep me out in the same way as houses with kids that don’t have toys everywhere
okay i thought it was clear from context but apparently i should have been more careful about using the word “stuff” instead of “toys”
no cat beds
no cat trees
no cat tents
no crinkle tunnels
no scratching posts
no scratching pads
just nothing, anywhere, that indicates that a cat lives there, except maybe a litterbox from skymall that looks like a potted plant and an autofeeder tucked somewhere discreet
obviously not every cat goes bonkers for catnip mice and kicker fish and little bell balls but
anything? anything at all?
i was going to specify “weirdly sterile houses” but i didn’t because i’ve also seen this with semi-functional adults who grew up in one of those weirdly sterile houses
they grew up in a house where the cat was declawed and there was a vase on the counter with a rotating cast of betta fish and none of their toys were allowed to leave their room, assuming they weren’t collectible toys kept under glass.
then they moved out and got older and they end up with a cat but they don’t really know what to do with it. it doesn’t occur to them to buy things for the cat because they grew up in a house where the cat didn’t have things. cats just sort of sleep and eat and that is what cats do. sometimes when you feel like it you drag some string around and see if they’ll chase it. there’s none of the weird sterility their parents had but they don’t seem aware of pets as having needs or wants of their own, independent of pure survival. litterbox, food, water. they prefer cats because they wouldn’t want to have to walk a dog. people who ‘spoil’ their cats are crazy, they think, because cats don’t need all that. they know, because they grew up with cats, and their cats were perfectly happy, they will rush to assure you. it’s just that cats are all a little bit terrible, really, and a cat will never love you as much as you love it, and that’s just what cats are like, and if you think otherwise you’re just one of those cat owners, imagining things—not like this practical cat owner, who knows better
so i guess ultimately the creepiness in both cases comes from the same place, which is “this person fundamentally misunderstands what it is to be responsible for another living being because this is all they have ever known, and they have chosen to respond to more positive examples with scoffing accusations of softness, because to do otherwise would be to acknowledge the wrongdoings of the past”
If I mispronounce your name because it is foreign to my tongue, correct me.
I don’t purposefully allow the accents of your name to fall flat on my tongue like the European English demands or the language to sound chopped and misheard.
If I don’t say your name correctly, don’t shrug and say it’s ok because people have been doing it all your life. Your mother worked hard to name you that name, with all its syllables and apostrophes and hyphens and inflection.
I don’t want to disrespect your heritage, your culture, your great grandmother or grandfather and their struggle.
If I mispronounce your name, forgive me, but don’t let it happen again. Make sure everyone knows your name.
You ever just realize that people don’t necessarily find you annoying but they do think of you as an afterthought and get super tired and just sad? Like maybe they invite you but only after they made plans with others first? Just like… man is this just my evil hellbrain or is this actually happening cuz im tired
