Cathy

Catharina (Cathy for short) she/her. I love musical theatre, embroidery, food technology and art. Trying very hard to finish my masters while keeping up with whatever media I am currently fixated on.

[bibinella]

POV: you kinda really wanna kiss your roommate 😅🩷

[habken]

carl and grace doodles

[fan-a-tink]

MURDEROUS WAKE Young Sherlock | 1.02 The Case of the Burnt Photograph

[marisashorror]

Iron Lung Fanart

Ballpoint pen on paper

8x10"

[thememedaddy]

[ouchmyghostskin]

[spamtown-usa]

theres a different version of you in everyone else’s head and thats fucked up

[9puppiesdrowninginapool]

Ken was created from Barbie’s rib

[nasukichan]

Freaky Nikki <3

[paxamericana]

[official-kircheis]

As per my last clay tablet,

[lurking-latinist]

CCing Ibbi-Ilabrat on this one just to make sure we’re all on the same page!

[ariaste]

“The sesame is visibly dying” makes me lose it every time. My sesame #mysesame

[talderwitch]

[cookiethebirddoll]

bus is my friend. shes no train but shes trying her hardest in a world that hates her

[briarplant]

Fun fact: by just using imaginary numbers, some Evil Math, and 101 rotating vectors You Can Create a shitty approximation of a fish.

[kirby97]

two points of view on math fish

[lesbiansforboromir]

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)

[lesbiansforboromir]

everyone stop reblogging this I hate to be reminded of my own good advice

[tackminyard]

affirmations for my printer:

you are not out of paper

you have so much paper

it’s okay to function as intended

you are not out of ink

i just refilled that cartridge last month

you can connect to that computer you’re supposed to connect to

you’re allowed to print things

[7thrsd]

a goodbye kiss from your 🫲partner🫱 after a hard day at work

[thestuffedalligator]

Human Is is a 1955 Philip K. Dick sci-fi short story where a guy goes to another planet for work and when he comes back to Earth his personality has flipped from an asshole to a sweet, kind, considerate man. Everyone's immediately convinced that an alien has taken over his body, this goes all the way to court, and in court his wife testifies that she's noticed no changes at all and so the charges are dropped.

And then there's a bit right at the end of the story as the wife and the husband are walking out of court:

Jill turned abruptly. "What is your name? Your real name."

The man's gray eyes flickered. He smiled a little, kind, gentle smile. "I'm afraid you would not be able to pronounce it. The sounds cannot be formed..."

Jill was silent as they walked along, deep in thought. The city lights were coming on all around them. Bright yellow spots in the gloom. "What are you thinking?" the man asked.

"I was thinking perhaps I will still call you Lester," Jill said. "If you don't mind."

"I don't mind," the man said. He put his arm around her, drawing her close to him. He gazed down tenderly as they walked through the thickening darkness, between the yellow candles of light that marked the way. "Anything you wish. Whatever will make you happy."

And I. God. There's something there. A soupcon of monsterfuckery. To tell your partner in a moment of intimacy that yes, you're something so inhuman that the lips you're stealing can't speak your actual name. You're a parasite that not only had the ability to burrow under this man's skin and take over his life, but you were so desperate to escape a dead, dry, blasted planet that you did.

And for your partner to then turn around and go "I know, I've always known, and I love you" is just. God I know it's not a great Dick story but something about it is making me lose my mind

[thestuffedalligator]

Also it's explicitly stated that the guy's consciousness is still alive and preserved on the alien planet. Jill is told this and then proceeds to defend the alien anyways, ensuring that her husband's brain is stuck in a jar on a desert planet. You love to see it