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Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)

MAN [IN THICK ACCENT]: Black cat bring good luck. Not bad luck. I have black cat - See, him face - And I am not dead today: Good luck!

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“See him face”

I sure fucking do see him face

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Him face

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Reblog him face for good luck in 2021

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Reblog him face for good luck in 2021 (2)

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Good luck face

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There are two types of cats

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Found this little guy in the dishwasher

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Wall of cats.

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LOOK AT THIS DUCKLING DOING A ZOOM

(via @thesassyducks instagram page) <— go check it out

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I can’t with this

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Panthers Are Just XXXL Sized Black Cats.

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My sisters cat blessing me with a boop.

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prompt: "I have loved you since we were 18"

Ok here we go! I love this suggestion and its absolutely wonderful, ill write it to my ao3.

With as many lights and soft music playing, small light bugs flying around and champagne going around, Hermione swore it was the perfect wedding; except it wasn’t hers, disappointingly. She decided to attend Ginny’s wedding single, though it wasn’t without lack of trying that one Molly Weasley kept introducing her to single young men from the ministry.

Now, she was talking to the 6th man, one that apparently worked in law enforcement and was a coworker of Harry’s and Ron’s. He’d been going on about a story involving so-called burglar goblins, and, strangely enough, ice cream cones and it had gotten so twisted that even Hermione ended up confused and couldn’t take what was truth or lie from the story anymore. The man was horribly boring and she looked around casually, looking for something that could potentially pull her away.

Then she saw him.

Fred Weasley.

He was positioned behind the man from the Ministry but still at a considerable distance and he was motioning her over with a flute of champagne in hand. His eyebrow raised as he motioned back to the man in front of her, only for Hermione to point to Mrs. Weasley over by the table.

Apparently it was all he needed to understand the situation. Hermione turned back to the man, who seemed to have passed his story of goblins and ice cream and now he was describing his ‘heroic’ tale of beating a dragon. Just as he was about to ask Hermione what she thought of it, Fred strode over, placing a flute in her hand and looped his arm around her waist and smiled at the man. “Oh Mina, who’s this?” He asked.

“Don’t call me that in public...” she mumbled before shaking away the thought. “This is--”

“Jerkin McDougal! Auror in sector 7 at the Ministry” He hastily introduced himself with an inflated ego.

“Jerking McDo-Jerkin, pleasure to meet you. Now, I’ll be pulling my lovely girlfriend over for a dance.” He said, catching Hermione off guard.

“Oh-Girlfriend? I wasn’t aware Miss Granger had one.” McDougal said, seemingly challenging Fred’s lie.

Fred set himself straight. “Of course she does. We’ve been madly in love since Hogwarts.” He grinned. “Now excuse us.” He led her away to the dance floor and place their flutes on the table.

“My boyfriend? Really?” She raised a brow, unimpressed by the rushed lie. “And why would you say that we’ve been madly in love since Hogwarts? You’re nearly 30 and I’m not far behind either, couldn’t you think of a better lie?”

“Oh hush Mina, who said it was a lie?” He smirked, before spinning her into the middle of the dancefloor into a fast-paced waltz. Seeing Hermione’s shocked expression he slowly down and looked deep into her eyes, admiring each fleck of gold within her brown irises. “I’ve love you since we were 18, Mina.” He said before spinning her abruptly again.

“Have you really?” She asked, a bit breathlessly from the quickened pace. “Have you really loved me that long?”

“If you ask me that, will you give me the same I give you in return?” He answered cheekily. It was his way of admitting his bright passionate flame for the fiery Muggleborn witch.

Then she did what she felt was right.

She kissed him chastely on the lips, all while Mrs.Weasley and George were watching, exchanging money with each other.

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It’s currently 30°C so I made my cat a wind tent

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My aunts cat hates when she leaves so she guards her keys everyday. I told her to film it as proof and this is what she sent me.

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Big sniffs

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toadpeee

“Your art isn’t valued by the number of notes you get” okay but. If you spent 6 hours baking a cake for a party, but no one at the party eats your cake, it’s still disappointing.

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This articulates something about the different between value and validation that I didn’t previously register on a conscious level.

nevercure

This is why I tell people I feel more like an entertainer than an artist.

I want to hear them laugh, chat, comment, speak, roar, cry, get irrationally angry, I need people to respond to my art and get inspired and need more.

I don’t want a note, I want a response.

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Responses are very nice. I like reading over them. They make me feel fuzzy. Of course, likes and reblogs are also very appreciated, but responses make me feel a special kinda fuzzy.

kitcat992

Responses are crucial for content creators. You can’t grow a plant without giving it some water. The day and age of internet has really spoiled us into thinking “seeing is the same as responding” and it’s just not. A million people can see your created content but without a response, it might as well be zero.

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when dogs are scary smart

over the last several months, we have been implementing a protocol to eliminate karybelle the sheltie’s barking surrounding her mealtimes. we have accomplished this by initially introducing an alternate activity during prep time (stuffed kong) and religiously giving her a time out gated in the yard if she stops that activity to bark, thus delaying her dinner until she’s quiet. this has been extremely successful; she’s gone from barking literally 100+ times during meal prep to barking 0 times, and only occasionally slips up. the behavior she has chosen to replace her meal-prep-screaming (after all, that energy has to go somewhere) is frantically - but silently - running circles around the coffee table to finally slam into a perfect down-stay as her bowl is set down.

this evening as the food was coming out, karybelle seamlessly slipped into her silent circling routine. except after a couple of reps, she abruptly changed course, yeeted herself out the dog door, barked once, and immediately jumped back in to resume her circling.

if that isn’t a demonstration of crystal clear understanding of criteria, i...don’t know what is lmao