Side blog | Hello, I am St. Patrick Cat. My name may change over the year but I will always be St. Patrick Cat at heart.
don’t date anyone who doesn’t want to hear your favorite song, watch your favorite movie, read your favorite book
carlos’ favorite things to call cecil: baby, sweetie, dear, honey bun, pooh bear
cecil’s favorite things to call carlos: gay
carlos’ favorite things to call cecil: baby, sweetie, dear, honey bun, pooh bear
cecil’s favorite things to call carlos: gay
Aries: A small puddle of rainwater cupped in your hand. Memories reflected in the water of when you stood in this exact spot. Thunder in the distance.
Taurus: A handmade wooden sign nailed to a birch tree. Piles of rocks along the river that direct travelers deeper and deeper into the autumn woods.
Gemini: Your favorite book from when you were a child, thought lost. Your hands trace the worn card stock cover. Just as beautiful as you remember.
Cancer: Too many questions of memory, of nostalgia. Watch the sparks from the campfire drift off into the night. Feel the tension in your shoulders relax as these things fade from memory.
Leo: The desk in the corner of your room, the work that calls to you. The warmth of the cup of coffee in your hands. You are not afraid.
Virgo: Eight unread messages.
Libra: Thursday morning. The shortcut you take through the church school. The sounds of little birds that made their homes under the eaves. The sound of your footsteps echoing.
Scorpio: A scheduling coincidence. The table in the back of a cafe. Hours together in relative silence before parting ways again. Comfort.
Ophiuchus: The walk to work. The sound of a heavy boots on a skateboard through an empty parking lot. Trees swaying in the morning wind. The sound of the world slowly slowly waking up.
Sagittarius: A box of old letters, drawings, small objects. Tactile reminders. Their handwriting. The good paper.
Capricorn: The sound of gentle waves in the distance. The sound of the shower running. Closed eyes. Warm water. Vague thoughts of the farmers market.
Aquarius: A familiar road. The back seat of a familiar car, crammed with friends. A late late night and stuffy clothing. The cool tile of the kitchen floor. Morning now.
Pisces: Mid afternoon. The underside of a desk. A nap.
My favorite Ragnarok headcanon is that the entire movie is a story Thor is telling the audience. That’s why it opens with a monologue, that’s also the reason of the sudden tone shift into comedy and that’s why despite all the horrible things that happen, it’s so endlessly optimistic. The real events that transpired were probably very similar, just much, much darker.
This really explains so much, like how characters like Loki and Hulk, and Thor himself, are so different from the other films- because we’re seeing them through Thor’s eyes. The dialogue is different as well, much more casual and shorthand with use of slang in place of the typical Shakespearean lines, because Thor is paraphrasing in his retelling of the events. I like to imagine that Thor’s audience is actually the asgardians on the ark at the end of the film, mostly families and children, so he’s ramping up the goofiness and drama (you are now meeting the grandmaster, please dont cut my hair, get help), using childish humor (the naked hulk), and poking fun at everything (surtur’s big eyebrow). They were all just extremely traumatized, so Thor is taking care of his people in the only way he currently can- taking comedy theatre tips from loki.
name your cats after cryptids so you can say things like “mothman got hair all over my favorite sweater again” or “the way bigfoot comes running after me when I open a can of tuna is really cute”
The Jersey Devil keeps putting his butt in my face.
I think some adults need to realize that teens don’t dislike adults because teens are rebellious and punk, a lot of kids and teens dislike adults because every interaction they’ve had with them is dismissing and condescending
I’m not even a teenager anymore and I still feel like this.
Notice the fact that when teenagers have favorite teachers it’s the teachers who treat them as equals and don’t talk down to them but with them
my favorite grindr meeting was the time a guy who was like 20 invited me over to his house and i got there and he messaged me “i’m showering but the door is open so just come in” so i did and i sat down on a sofa in his living room and joanna newsom was playing lightly over the speakers and there were a lot of potted orchids everywhere and there was a large bronze male nude in the dining room that i could see from where i was sitting in the living room. eventually he came downstairs and sat at the other end of the sofa from me and started eating a large tupperware container of watermelon and he was like “listen, i’m trying to get this thing off the ground, like, some new gay slang. ive started saying ‘imagine’ whenever something is really weird or funny. do you think you could start using it?” and i was like “……ok” and eventually he finished his watermelon and wordlessly offered the container of watermelon juice to me and i was like “no thanks” and he was like “sorry, thought you seemed like the type of guy to drink the juice after you finished the watermelon” and then he said he had to go to a miz cracker show and asked me to leave. we did not fuck.
