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@moldygreenblue
here's the thing about humans:
they have an obsession to claim things as theirs. books, clothes, vehicles...even other humans, depending on how strongly they feel and and how attach they are to one another. there is nothing wrong with humans claiming things, or people.
("jellylorum, what is that fabric around your neck?"
"a collar, dear brother. anne put it on me yesterday, just before i left. it matches my fur very much!")
but he finds it annoying when a human sees a stray coming up to them -cat or dog- and think that 'the system' is providing them a pet to claim as their own. he thinks it's annoying, and a ridiculous concept.
("oh everlasting cat. well, it was wonderful to have you as a sister, jelly. i shall enjoy what little time we have left together."
"you still believe that silly superstition, rags? you know there is no account of a jellicle transforming into a non-jellilcle cat. and many of our friends have owners who let them come and go as they please.")
"so you say. so our friends say. mark my words, dear sister. there will be a human who will find a way to keep a jellicle inside their home longer than we prefer. and when trap, the connection to the jellicle moon will be severed little and slowly, to where only a miracle will have them find an escape back to freedom. i pray to the everlasting cat that the jellicle won't be you.")
he actually got curious once, if there is a 'system'. his inquiries with his jellicle friends and pollicle associates has him thinking the system is possibly bollocks. it's a system made up by humans because they want an adorable fuzzy warm-blooded 'friend' to pet and feed and play with until they get bored or find it too difficult to keep responsibilities of.
of course, being that he asked only jellicle cats and pollicle dogs, it would be wise to collect answers from non-jellicle cats and non-pollicle dogs. his attempts to query them ended with hisses and growls and the other party running away from him.
if there is a 'system', humans are lucky to keep claiming non-jellicle cats and non-pollicle dogs strays as theirs. regular strays who will be content with living indoors and strung to them with a lease, doing as what their owners wants. regular felines and regular canines who jellicle cats (and likely pollicle dogs) will never understand. not fully as least.
("anne knows very well i can't remain indoors. the last few weeks of my coming and going has her understanding my character very well. if you ever get an owner rags,-"
"i don't plan on getting an owner."
"i said if! if you ever get an owner...oh, i don't know how to explain it. our owners just know we're different. they take us in, thinking for our safety we should become indoor pets. and the next day, they change their minds, and let us be who we are.")
he feels he has a better understanding on them than humans. yes, there are certain nights his body will shift and rearrange to become human-like, as well as gain the ability to become human-size. but the feline features remain, some more obvious than others.
it gets very questionable looks from humans, especially when it's not october, which is the only month where the excuse of, "my american friend is hosting an american halloween party and i decided to dress up as a cat and-fuck you sir, i can do whatever i want!", works.
no, he is not speaking of experience. really, he's not.
tangents aside, the point he is trying to make is that humans make claims of everything and anything. such desire to claim is at its worst when it comes to strays who most likely don't want to be owned, who take pride in their independence.
like himself. he knows that he will never be kept inside four walls, with the window as the only way to see the grand wide world. he stands by the fact he will never, never be claim by a human.
never.
Cats Musical Question Regarding the Man Over There and the Jellicle Ball
(If it helps, pretend you're in the place of TMOT when voting)
Did TMOT knew what was going on during THAT part of the Jellicle Ball?
Yes; stone-cold straight face watched it all, cursing his stupid life
Yes; he quickly averted his eyes and cursed his stupid life and luck
Didn't realize until Victoria and her Companion got Cozy
Didn't realize until Skimbleshanks became the Skimble-Table
No; he straight up saw it as a weird dance thing Jellicles do
No, but it dawn on him days after and freak out in revelations
No; it had to be pointed out to him and freak out still ensure
Know little/nothing about Cats the Musical. What the HELL are you talking about?
Philemon:)
me at the grocery store
i'm pretty sure this comment is a bot.
i admit, i really did thought it was a real person because they actually mention details of the chapter proper!
but i found it weird that they referred to munkustrap as munkustrap's (silver-grey). like, i get it because the man over there (thomas) doesn't know his name. but it's weird because it's like...i don't know, redundant?
the thing that made go 'oh this has to be a bot' is the last sentence. like, very very ODD to talk about your other socials on a comment here.
and i actually did look at their account. maybe they're a new user and don't actually know how rude it is to try to get me to see their works on other websites. and yeah, they're a new user.
their account was made the same day i posted the chapter.
maybe the user isn't a bot. but i found their behavior questionable (and honestly rude) to think it is. and this time, i have no shame in hiding their username.
Following my heart
An Account From The Man Over There: Grizabella, the Glamour Cat
(AO3 Link is here)
Just as quickly as it stops, the instrumental of Tugger’s rock song starts up unexpectedly. Everyone is in a frenzy. Thomas isn’t sure when during the frenzy Isis disappeared, but considering her previous vanishing act, he’s not going to question it.
What Thomas is questioning though, as the instrumental of Tugger’s song plays, is Tugger deciding to show himself as an ass to Thomas, and moon him.
Yes, moon him. Thomas hastily covers his face with his hands.
If I’m being tested, the end results better be worth it…
Thomas keeps his hands over his face as the music continues, clearly about to enter a reprise.
But the reprise never comes. The sudden melancholy of a cello note interrupts, no, ends it.
Thomas uncovers his hands, and sees Tugger on the boot of the car, pointing. A pure look of disgust and hatred is on his face. There’s something uncomfortable to see the happy-go-annoying nature of Tugger is gone. And fitting to this change, Tugger pops his mane, and says two words that while Thomas can’t hear, knows what they are.
“Fuck you.”
Tugger then disappears.
Thomas turns his head towards the direction Tugger was pointing at earlier, and he sees her.
Thomas heard about her from a local postman, Mr. Callaghan. Thomas never took his words to heart until now. Thomas thought what Mr. Callaghan told him was a gross embellishment. An exaggeration to tease a worrying veterinarian.
But Mr. Callaghan was right. He was so, very, very right.
I'm so happy that everyone enjoys my drawings of Cats
Especially the compliments of how many you see as them as book illustration since it was my dream to be a children's book illustrator 🥰💖
Cats Musical OCs (and Victor) that I made via PowerPoint in 2024 and forgot until until recently clicked on Power Point. I figure I'll clean them up and post them, for I'm still very proud of my OCs. Also:
Pollicle Dog OC! If you played Ghost Trick, you know what everything about Pollicle!Missile is referencing regarding GT!Missile.
I think one of the things that makes the TS Eliot poems in Old Possum's book delightful is that the cats are clearly based on normal cats you'd encounter in everyday life, but have just been whimsy-fied.
Jennyanydots is a cat that gets zoomies at 3am
Skimbleshanks is the cat that lives at your place of employment and everyone refers to as "the manager"
Rum Tug Tugger is a cat who yells at you to let them in and then walk away when you finally open the door
Mistophelees is a cat who steals and hides your stuff
Macavity is a cat who has committed vehicular manslaughter
BILLY SHEARS
Hello!!!! This is definitely my new favorite drawing I made!!! And I wanted to apologize for not putting the speed paint on this drawing, it didn't want to load since I spent a good few hours making this drawing.
Waiting For You
[Originally published on 09/11/2021, the AO3 link is here.]
Sally can say she is truly minding her own business, walking down the hallway from the library, when she hears someone running up behind her. Before she can turn around to the confront the person, Sally feels two arms suddenly hugging her. She then sees the arms of a pink and white striped sweater. Sally rolls her eyes, holds back an annoyed sigh.
Only one person wears that sweater on Friday. To the owner, it’s a Friday type of sweater.
“Why are you—” begins Sally, before she hears the shushing of the girl currently behind.
“I’m not hugging you, Sebald,” interrupts Miranda, her voice full of disappointment. “I’m in fact, grabbing you from behind. That’s what I do to all thieves that take something from me.”
“Thieves?” Sally couldn’t believe what she is hearing right now—what she is being call right now. “Sebald, what are you talking about? What did I steal from you!?”
“Don’t lie to me now of all times, Sebald!” Miranda’s voice is now of disappointment and angry. “I been waiting for you for over ten minutes, and I have little patience! Now, this is something I technically expect from your brother, especially since he doesn’t think about reading from time to time. But you…what a low blow! This is nothing I would expect from the likes of you!”
“Miranda, will you please get to the point? I truly don’t know what you’re referring to.”
“Sebald, you are guilty of stealing and eating my chocolate-strawberry pudding. I even put both of my initials on it. How on Earth could you mistaken M.C. for S.S. of all things?”
“Oh…I thought M.C. stands for Milk Chocolate,” answers Sally, her cheeks still feeling warm. “No wonder it tasted a bit funky. It also explains why it had two different colors in the first place.”
“You do know that doesn’t excuse for stealing my dessert snack,” says Miranda.
Sally gives out a small chuckle. “True. I’m pretty sure I broke a rule by stealing someone’s lunch. Say…I’ll tell you what. You know that new little café that opened up a block from here? I’ll buy you something to replace the pudding.”
“…You’ll buy me something of my liking?” Miranda’s voice is a bit high pitch, as if she’s thinking about taking offer up.
“Provided it’s in my price range,” replies Sally. “Due to my constantly good behavior, I was given a wonderful bonus in the form of money by Ishmael, of all people.”
Sally feels Miranda’s arms let go of her. She then feels Miranda grabbing her right hand, before getting drag down the hallway. Sally says nothing, but she smiles as she hears Miranda speaks once again, this time of glee and satisfaction.
“We don’t have time to waste then, Sebald! We have to get to the café before lunch time ends! There’s no way I want to be mark tardy for our next class!”
Ah. Seems like Mother Goose has been playing around in your egg salad. If you won’t dance to that tune, I got others.
“Code Yellow.”
Let’s go home
王子木村