Straight to the veins😭😭😭
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@janetics
Straight to the veins😭😭😭
please.
That is the exact spot my parents found a stray kitten. Nice little addition to the family, but would have been a terrible addition to the pavement had she not been very vocal OTL
No joke, the place where that cat is resting in this picture is called a “dead cat hole” it’s an automotive term. Don’t believe me, look it up.
This is also where I found a stray cat, she was up in there during a thunderstorm and I begged my dad to let me being her inside and that’s the story of how I got my first cat.
Please don’t skip over this without reading it and making a mental note. Even if you don’t have a car, tell your parents or whoever, and make sure to do this. You think that’ll never happen but that’s what everyone thought who had this happen and didn’t check, and that poor cold cat met with a terribly sad end.
REBLOG WHETHER YOU LIKE CATS OR NOT
My little sister accidentally killed our family cat this way. It was horrible. Save yourself and a cat some pain by just being a little more attentive.
DON’T SCROLL
reblogging again– already in my save tags but still
your applyfic for bowie looks great but i can’t find you or the fic anywhere??
heyy! sorry for such a late reply. it was taken down. 🫶🏽
my apply fic
so, i haven’t been receiving as many applications as i had expected (which is fine, applications take time—not everyone is interested in the story, etc.) and i’ve decided i’m gonna do some promotion here instead. while i don’t have too many followers (i don’t think 🫣) i believe i’d at least get a few more applications, as right now i don’t have enough for the whole cast. the deadline is may 1st, but it might be extended, idk.
if you are interested in applying, whether we know one another or not, my user on wattpad is @ mjjappleheadpyt.
idk how i feel about the cover…?
what do y’all think?
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hmmmm…
apply fic on wattpad!!
it’s a bowie apply fic! @-BABYPINKBOWIE is my user.
QUESTION FOR YAAAA
Fav Bowie era? (I know it's a difficult question, but Cin-Tim also asked me that🥲)
diamond dogs and young americans!! those years from 1974-1976 🤌🏽
but just choosing one, i’m gonna say… young americans? 😭
Just as you requested!
If you don’t like it, let me know, and I’ll see what I can do.
@theemoonwalkergirl
NEW WATTPAD ACC!!
my main is @ mjjappleheadpyt
it’s mainly a michael jackson account, but i made a bowie one too!!
@ -BABYPINKBOWIE
David Bowie says "meme school"
💀💀💀
Behind the scenes Labyrinth. This always makes me smile :)
when the crystal ball dropped, and david laughed>>>>>>>
Which earth sign is the best?
Taurus
Virgo
Capricorn
reblog with supporting evidence
NEW ACC!!
@VERSACEVINYLS
STARMAN.━━━DAVID BOWIE SS. (NOT PROOFREAD BEFORE POSTING)
DAVID BOWIE’S Starman continued to play on repeat for the past twenty minutes, as Adine sobbed into her pillow, lowly.
The rockstar’s passing was made public early that day, and she cried then too—but it seemed the effects of his loss hit harder now that she was at home, in solitude.
She now clung onto her cat, Ziggy, soaking him in her tears.
Through her melancholy, she croaked the tune’s lyrics, reciting them from memory.
Just two days prior she had set her mind on memorizing every song from his latest album, Blackstar, then two days post, he was gone.
Adine had wished on her birthday—the 8th, just like his—that possibly he would do some kind of meet and greet, and she would be able to go, or take a trip even if it weren’t a tour; considering she assumed at the age of 69 he wasn’t planning such an amusement.
Though it was made known now, neither of those would take place.
The broken hearted sixteen year old sat up, wiping the ceaseless stream of tears which trickled down her cheeks.
With a sniffle, she approached the record player to turn up the music’s volume.
“Dinny, darling. Can I come in?” Her mother inquired, with a delicate knock to the blue-painted wooden door.
“Yeah.” Adine’s timbre cracked.
Her door was then pushed open, before she was approached by her mother with an embrace.
“I heard about it at work today, and I just had to get off early to make sure you’re okay.” The woman wanted to release a chuckle, considering it sounded a little silly to leave work early due to a celebrity’s passing; but she knew how much he meant to her child, and she was also aware that expression wasn’t appropriate in the moment.
Adine latched onto her mother, sobbing—physically experiencing the pain in her heart.
“I didn’t even meet him, but I miss him!” She cried out.
“I know,”
“I know.”
“I got you some more vinyls, posters, and snacks.”
“Maybe we can watch a movie or something later?” She suggested, earning a nod from her daughter, as she gasped for a breath.
“Aw, Dinny…”
Caressing the adolescent’s back, she comforted the teen until she was able to calm down.
“I think I just wanna cry myself to sleep right now…”
“Alright. If you need anything, I’ll be downstairs.” Her mother retorted, brows knit sympathetically.
Finally alone, she played Starman once more, and laid down.
Exhausted from the tears, accompanied with a pounding headache, her eyes fell shut as she slipped away into somnolence.
Bowie’s tunes became white noise, soothing her as she involuntarily sniffled.
She sat at her desk, peering out the open window, into the starlit sky; wishing her Starman would cease his peculiar floating amongst the stars, and give her some kind of assurance.
The luminosities appeared very different that night, as she sunk into her reverie.
Starman was heard playing, though it’s source wasn’t found, nor was it her concern.
Though she felt his presence, and she felt peace.
A shining star glimmered brightly—more than the others, before the stardust manifested itself before her.
Twirling in her swivel chair, she faced the warm glow, as a man’s silhouette was made clear, before settling as the “Starman” himself—David Bowie.
Or, well, Ziggy Stardust for that matter.
Her eyes glistened, as tears pricked her blue orbs.
Almost immediately clinging onto him, she cried.
“I miss you! Please, come back!”
“Why’d you leave?”
He simply wrapped his arms around her.
“David?” She peered up at him.
“Bowie?”
“David Jones?”
“Fruitowie Basket?”
That made him laugh, as a smile tugged on her lips.
“You had to make me laugh!”
“Well, you weren’t answering me!”
“Just know, I’m always here, Dinny.” He assured.
“Not in person, of course, but through that old, little, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, vinyl of yours.”
i have 3 moods:
skips every song on my ipod
lets the music play without interruption
plays the same song on repeat for days
What’s an iPod?
been on tumblr so long my text post is outdated…
Every timestamp on this post makes me want to put a brick through a window
@hellsite-hall-of-fame
no fr what the fuck is an ipod
y’all don’t know what ipods are?
How old are y'all that you don’t know what ipods are?