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Hey!

[crustystherat]

Random thing for people to consider is that since Laika is the saint of one way trips should Felicette be known as the saint of safe landings since she did make it back to the ground safely

[somefishycat]

tu LANCES félicette ? tu lances son corps comme la fusée ? oh ! oh ! prison pour les scientifiques ! prison pour les scientifiques pendant Un Mille Ans !

[bug-yogurt]

You can understand the French perfectly fine with only context but the English translation I got still had me floored

[catchyvideos]

OP theaverycottage on TikTok ♡

[ruinedchildhood]

My hidden room as a child

[message-lost]

happy pride month

[meangirlnurse]

this is literally a stick and poke tattoo done by a stoned teenager who forgot what cats look like

[meangirlnurse]

😭

[kalesbug]

Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh

[catcrumb]

not a cat but it's the art i did this evening. please enjoy

[vivietoria]

Modern AU where Ace and Sabo take care of baby brother Luffy.

Ace doesn't have his tattoo here yet. Sabo still lost his memories when they were kids, but didn't disappear and Ace helped him with his recovery.

Ace got his tattoo while drunk, decided to use the "name" baby Luffy kept calling him but was stopped (by Deuce) because why would you do that to yourself. The S was already done by the time he was stopped. So that's how he got his tattoo in this AU.

[azol-otl]

"This is way too much Ka- Noritoshi," Yuji says, pushing the money back towards Noritoshi with a firm refusal.

It isn't. The amount of money is staggering for most, Noritoshi included, but the Big Three Clans were ungodly rich, generations of wealth and siphoning the money the government had given them for all sorcerers into their own coffers. Compared to that this was but a pittance, especially for all that the man in front of him has done. Yuji was instrumental in defeating Sukuna no matter what Principal Gakuganji told the rest of the world and deserved some sort of reward for it.

Unfortunately it is against Yuji's nature to accept it when he feels so guilt ridden for actions outside his control.

Fortunately, that isn't the route Noritoshi planned on taking.

"This is the same amount I offered the other survivors of the Kamo after our dissolution," he states plainly, and before Yuji could deny relations like he does any time someone connects the two beyond simply being distant cousins he continues.

"As well as recompense for those wronged by the Kamo clan."

Yuji looks uncomfortable, as uncomfortable as Noritoshi's own mother did when he brought her the same package as his final duties of the now defunct Kamo clan.

"But I was never—" Yuji starts before Noritoshi interrupts him.

"Even if you feel otherwise, Kenjaku wronged you, and your family. And it had been a Kamo—"

"Kenjaku was a lot of clans, and I doubt I'll see them do this song and dance,"Yuji rebutted.

"—as well as the reason for Kamo Choso's suffering. As his final living relative, it's my duty to see him be compensated as best as we can in this tragedy."

Yuji freezes, and that's when Noritoshi knows he's won this bout. He feels horrid, like scum (like a politician) using Choso against Yuji, but he knows the man would be glad that he was doing it in order to help his younger brother.

 Because it's not just honoring the deceased. Noritoshi has seen the writing on the walls, and knows the Gojo for the vultures they are. How perfect is it that they are the heroes of the Jujutsu world. Bright in coloration with their strongest dying to defeat the greatest evil that Jujutsu society has deigned to reveal.

The only of the Three Great Clans to stay standing with the Kamo and Zenin dissolving due to separate massacres. All their secrets kept while the other two had them thrown into the world. The enlightened winners so graciously accepting one of the two special grades left alive, and the only one uncontested in strength, despite his history because he was taught by The Honored One (conveniently ignoring that the man has also taught the other special grade, the "Kamo").

So generous to accept the blackened Zenin murderer into their home, and with her the bloodline of the Ten Shadows with the only other vector belonging to a homosexual man, alongside a sizeable dowry of all the Zenin secrets for their magnanimity in taking her in despite her deeds. Deeds that her husband has wiped off the table for recompense.

How poetic that the white haired Gojo be the shining beacon of good while the blood soaked Kamo, which to most includes the man in front of him no matter how distant the relation, are painted as the villains who helped usher in devastation. And the darkened Zenin too ignorant to see the treasure in front of them no matter how much the Gojo themselves followed many of the same beliefs.

Noritoshi is glad to be done with the world of Jujutsu politics, and will be looking for the first exit from the world he can the second it stabilizes. He simply wishes to make sure his remaining cousin, his favorite one and family of their choice, is safe once Noritoshi is gone from that sphere. 

Because without a name, and without the money from the Zenin considering how much Fushiguro used to help rebuild, pay for the dowry, and recompensated the survivors of his aunt's rampage alongside his own guilt, Yuji is in danger of being collared and leashed like an attack dog. Overworked worse than Gojo Satoru was, without any of the political power the man had that let him act however he wished.

(He doesn't believe that his juniors know how much they control. How easily they can ruin the rest of them. They are too good, too kind, he believes. But he's seen how surprisingly…traditional the couple is becoming. Listening far too attentively to men and women their beloved sensei had written off, and those who were too cowardly while their faction had desperately fought against the King of Curses, only to reap in rewards unearned. Noritoshi himself has Yuji and his mother to help him see his blindspots from being raised in such a conservative society. The latter especially opening his eyes at how event he radical Satoru Gojo is fairly conservative in the wider world. He hopes it's simply a couple who never expected nor trained to wield power taking too much advice from the generation before. And not a sign of what's to come.)

Yuji sighs, and quietly agrees.

"Choso deserves better, but he would want me to keep it," he says begrudgingly, unhappy but knowing the words are correct.

Good, now for part two.

Noritoshi brings another eight folders out of his bag. Each of them with a different entitlement and recompense from the Kamo clan.

Kamo Eso. Kamo Kechizu. Kamo Noranso. Kamo Sho-oso. Kamo Tanso. Kamo Sanso. Kamo Kotsuso. And  Kamo Shoso.

Even if Yuji, like Noritoshi, decides to leave Jujutsu society, he'll not want for money. Even if Noritoshi's paranoia is correct and the Gojo clan uses the Okkutsu, their name, and how much the Jujutsu higher ups will owe them to try and leash him, Yuji will suffer no consequences from saying no.

[harbinger-of-silly]

All gays will go to hellsite

[king-of-oreo]

What if in hellsite but not gay

[punky-beaver-offical]

[king-of-oreo]

NO!

[avhira]

[hellsitegenetics]

String identified: A ga g t t at t t t ga T tag g a Ag agag Acctac ! T tag g a Ag agag Acctac

Closest match: Psylliodes chrysocephala genome assembly, chromosome: 4 Common name: Cabbage Stem Flea Beetle

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[graveexcitement]

[kebbopulos]

[spaghettihell]

[eightbitcounterfeit]

Happy pride. exiling them to the yuri dimension

[eclaire-and-pocky]

My blue girls 🥹🩵 Mis chicas azules!! Bonus below!

[pangur-and-grim]

two “cats” interacting

[fausphorus]

Got possessed in the middle of my work shift.

[gay-jewish-bucky]

this was submitted as a one sentence horror story, but it feels like it could be an old jewish joke, like the one about the two rabbis proving g-d doesn't exist or the saying 'people plan, g-d laughs'

[sal-absinthii-deactivated202311]

This is a thousand times better as a dry Jewish joke than it is as a fake-deep edgelord ‘horror’ story

[18kgold]

Even more, it sounds like the beginning -- the set-up -- of the joke. Can’t you hear Carl Reiner opening a bit with this line, or Shalom Aleichem using it to kick off a story?

[captain-acab]

Well I'm not quite an old Jewish man just yet, but let me give it a shot...

Losing confidence in Himself, G-d became an atheist. He decided to go down to Earth, to walk among humans and see how they found meaning.

He wandered the world until he came to a town, where he happened upon a pastor. "Come to our church this Sunday!" said the pastor. But G-d shook his head. "I don't believe in G-d anymore," he told the pastor sullenly. "And besides, I really shouldn't be working weekends." . . .

He continued wandering, and as night fell, he realized he had no money for a hotel. Walking down the darkening sidewalk, he passed many shivering folk, some young and thin, others old and worn and grizzle-bearded, looking not unlike himself. Just as the rain began to fall, he happened upon a priest. The priest looked him up and down, and said, "You look cold, my son. We're hosting a men's shelter at the church tonight; you can sleep there, and come to Mass tomorrow." This time G-d agreed. He slept well and was warm, and in the morning sat for Mass. They blessed him in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, but he felt beside himself and decided to leave.

By this time G-d was quite hungry. He stopped by a deli, but still had no money, so all he could do was watch the fresh steaming bagels be made. On a bench outside the deli, a man was eating a bagel with lox. As he finished eating, G-d noticed there were still some scraps of food on the waxpaper. Unable to help himself, he asked if he could have the scraps, before the man threw it away. "Please sir, I'm so hungry. I'd just like that crumb of bagel there, and that little shred of lox. I think I could make a bisl of fish last quite a while." The man shook his head. "I cannot in good conscience give you my trash," he said, "But come inside, I'll get you your own bagel. I'd offer to get you coffee—but that's trash too."

So the man bought G-d some breakfast and sat with him on the bench. "Thank you so much," said G-d. "How can I ever repay you?" But the man just shrugged and said, "I'm a rabbi. Buying bagels I don't get to eat is part of the job description."

G-d thanked the rabbi again, and ate in silence. "Rabbi, can I ask you a question? I feel I haven't been on this Earth too long, but already I've seen much misery. How do you do it? How do you still believe in G-d?"

The rabbi pondered this. "I believe in joyful things. I believe in kindness, and people choosing to help each other. And isn't that a kind of godliness?" (G-d suspected there was a bit more to godliness than that, but he let it slide.) The rabbi continued: "I've prayed to G-d every day for the last 30 years, and I will every day til I die. And if He answers my prayers, all the better! But tell me, my new friend, what's your name?" G-d hesitated and said, "It's a little hard to pronounce..." The rabbi chuckled and said, "No matter. Say, it won't be anything like Shabbos dinner, but my wife is baking a delightful fig pie today, and I'd like to have you over for dinner to enjoy it." G-d nodded. "I do like figs..."

That evening, G-d sat for dinner with the rabbi, the rabbi's wife, and their four children. The meal was delicious, the rabbi's family was incredibly welcoming. Their conversation was friendly but never prying, and the children laughed and played with each other. Several times, the youngest child tugged on G-d's sleeve for his attention before her father motioned for her to go play with her siblings. G-d began to see what the rabbi had meant about the joyfulness of life.

At the end of the night, G-d stood up to leave, and felt renewed. The rabbi said, "My friend, don't leave us so soon!" And G-d replied, "I will always be with you, for I am the Lord Your G-d." And they understood it to be true.

He had done this sort of thing a few times before and generally knew how it went. As expected, the rabbi and his family fell to their knees, weeping with joy and awe. He did not expect the youngest child to walk right up and tug G-d's sleeve again. He smiled graciously down at her, and she looked up with the wonderful bright eyes of a child who understands nothing but the urge to play. In a high voice, she said, "Knock knock!" G-d couldn't help but laugh. "Who's there?" He replied cheerfully.

Suddenly from across the room, the rabbi swore loudly and rudely. Dismayed, G-d asked, "What troubles you?" He saw the rabbi was trembling, half in rage and half in embarrassment. "I'm sorry Lord! Thank you for this, thank you so much for gracing us with your light, Baruch Atah and so on, it's just..." The rabbi swore again. "Thirty years of daily prayer, Lord, and a KNOCK-KNOCK JOKE is what you'll answer?"

[pusheenthenerdcat]

hey captain-acab, this is the highest compliment i can bestow: it would not have surprised me had i found that story in a book of traditional fables in the shul library

[animatedamerican]

Look, someone has to be the first to make up any traditional Jewish story, why not @captain-acab? If we all keep telling it, then in a generation or two it'll be traditional.

[whiplashsquid]

He brought the rainbows

[alleesaur]

the productivity creatures

[roswellsoup]

bonus/proof:

we tipped her well dw. best waitress ever 🍒

[crochetcarriecreations]

One of my biggest projects - an entire Hydrapple, with all the syrpents included! There's toothpicks in the main head's horns for rigidity, while every syrpent has armature wire inside them for poseability. And...

...that includes the two tail syrpents! All six syrpents other than the main one are completely removable along with the apple top, which has little hooks to hold it in place when it's on there. The apple base also has a plastic pot inside it, to help it hold all that weight.

The one thing they can't do is fold the bonus heads flat against the apple like the ingame model does, but they can get... some of the way there? although it does require something of a Noodle Vortex on the inside for all those tails to still fit in the apple.

Very proud of these good apple noodle friends and how well they turned out!

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my commissions are open - see my pinned post for more info. (I don't offer things this big and elaborate (yet...?), but I can make you something simpler!)