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This is so wholesome
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Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
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https://twitter.com/pariszarcilla?lang=en heres his twitter is here there is also additonal cat photos of his children.
CAT DAD IS BACK
aww, the kids grow up so fast. ;-;
HHHHHHHH I LOVE CAT DAD!
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This is, by far, the single most adorable fucking thing I have ever seen.
update:
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I love that he kept …. All of them.
I’ve reblogged the earlier part of this thread before, and the new stuff makes it even better.
This is the Tumblr equivalent of a warm hug on a cold day.
You’re welcome.
I remember this thread, but I never saw the grown-up pics ❤
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All hail Catdad
I saw Catdad for the first time today, and my day instantly became exponentially better.
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I’M CRYING!?
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CATDAD HAS REVIVED MY WILL TO LIVE
I live for cat dad-
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Cat dad has saved us all
CAT DAD!!
I had not seen the updates. I am so happy that the Cat Gods smiled upon this person and their new family :)
He’s got more recent pictures (and is also an INCREDIBLE artist), but this is the fam circa May 2020 :>
imawkwardtrash
cat dad just gives me so much serotonin it’s amazing
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I’m sitting in bed, near tears, because in the dumpster fire of 2020, Bastet blesses us with cat dad and his grownup babies.
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Please make a post about the story of the RMS Carpathia, because it's something that's almost beyond belief and more people should know about it.
Carpathia received Titanic’s distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.
(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)
Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.
All of Carpathia’s lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.
I don’t know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.
Carpathia had three dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.
And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.
Here’s the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining rooms–which, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.
I need you to understand that you simply can’t push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.
Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.
No one would have asked this of them. It wasn’t expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a responsibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.
They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.
This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanic’s last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.
In total, 705 people of Titanic’s original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.
At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.
I think the least we can do is remember them for it.
I can’t begin to describe how happy and flattered and a little teary I am that this just broke 100k.
I may be the actual only human being on Tumblr with a post this popular that I not only don’t regret making, but am actually HAPPY whenever I notice a surge in its circulation.
I never intended this to gain any traction at all (you’ll notice there’s no sources or anything–this was a personal ramble, prompted in good humor by a friend after I jokingly said that I wished someone would give me an excuse to cry about Carpathia on Tumblr so I could get it out of my system.) I literally expected to get, like, maybe 20 likes and a reblog, from friends, indulging me in my nonsense.
It just….means a lot to me that it’s touched so many people. I see a lot of tags to the effect of “HOW DARE YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS AND MAKE ME CRY ABOUT A BOAT” that are often really funny, but overwhelmingly the tags on this post are from people saving it for a rainy day, or remarking in a sort of quiet awe that they never even really thought about her role in the story–and God knows I never did, I learned it by complete accident much as most of the people who’ve found this post.
And so many of you guys are taking strength and reassurance from the reminder not only that people are capable of amazing things together, but simply that kindness matters and that a simple, tiny act of compassion is never wasted. I’m just really glad to have been able to do that for some folks.
If I can just add one personal note. I need to emphasize something I only touched on in the original post.
I need to emphasize that Carpathia failed.
A lot of the tags and comments have a tinge of…despair, or guilt, or wistfulness about things like this happening so rarely. Or inadequacy, or just being overwhelmed or unhappy about not being in a position to step up in a comparable way. And I want to gently bring up the fact that this is still the sinking of the Titanic.
They did not get there in time. They did not save the ship. It can be argued that they may not even have saved a single life; we have no way of knowing. This was still a horrific maritime disaster mired in arrogance and incompetence and a lack of care.
If the response to this story shows anything, it shows this: It matters that they tried.
Even though they got there too late, even though the ship still sank. It matters that they tried. The difference between making the best reasonable speed after confirming the seriousness of the situation, and the miracle they pulled off–it matters. It makes all the difference. Even if it made no difference at all. Not one of you read this and concluded that I was stupid for caring so much when the Titanic still sank and all those people still died.
You don’t have to fix the world. You’ll likely be cold and sick and miserable and testy and scared, and unprepared, and in over your head, and entirely too small to be of any real use. It feels stupid, passing out blankets and coffee in the middle of an ice field knowing what just happened. It’s hard to feel anything but useless when all you can do is tap a wireless transmitter and promise help that you know will come too late.
It matters that they fought for those people. It matters that they cared, and it matters that they tried. It matters that they didn’t stop. If it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t have read this far.
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sometimes i see you fuckers post something and I'm like "omg?" but then i remember we are on a website equivalent to a psychward
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IT’S MARCH
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Uh… It’s still May…
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It’s august
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It’s September
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Due to personal reasons,
It is now Halloween
🦇🕸🦂🕷🍁🍂🔪🎃🔮🎱🌚🌙🕯🗡⚰
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So one of my neighbors has a lawn Roomba or whatever they're called, and this thing trundles around looking like a background robot in the background of the original trilogy, and ABSOLUTELY BAFFLING THE DOGS.
They have concluded, I think, that it's some kind of prey animal because right after this video ended they decided to crouch down and stalk it, which means I'm 90% sure I'm going to have to stop Arwen from eating it at some point.
Of course it's a prey animal it fucking eats GRASS
While I can’t fault your reasoning on robot taxonomy, apparently we’re both wrong: Arwen, as much as she is a high-prey-drive animal, is foremost, a herding dog, and has decided that the Lawn Roomba is a SHEEP.
What happened is the lawn roomba belongs to the guy that does most of the maintainence on the neighborhood park, and he had it out grazing on a different section of lawn when my parents came down for a walk and Arwen was siezed by 200 years worth fo Kelpie Instincts, rolled out of her Harness and proceded to herd the shit out of this tiny, oblivious robot.
Everything was on display- mock-stalking, intimidating eye contact, barking, running in front of it to try to get it to balk, the scariest barking she can muster (which is actually. pretty scary if you’re not used to Loud Dogs), looking back at my parents for directions. or rather, looking at my Mom while Dad tried unsuccessuflly to capture her.
After about ten minutes they realized she wasn’t biting it, and decided to let her play Sheep Simulator 5000 for a while. She eventually figured out that
- It doesn’t respond to Yelling, Posturing or Aggressive Eye Contact
- It does respond to having it’s wheels or bump hazards hit
- It would respond to its side being nosed or slapped by moving in a different direction
Conent that this was apparently some kind of blind, deaf and particularly stupid sheep, she could now manage the robot by smacking it if it got too close to the creek bed or fence for her liking, and was eventually content to sit on the highest point of the field and Supervise (TM) it.
“Hey.” Said Roger, owner of the robot. “Do you think if I put the ramp down she’ll herd it into the back of my pickup?”
Arwen was mostly asleep in the afternoon sun as roger put the ramp down but woke right up when mom Whistled, then pointed at the truck. She immediately went after the robot and did something that wouldn’t have occured to me, an allegedly more intelligent being: the robot is roughly triangular, and when it hits an obstacle, will change direction so that one of its other sides (rather than points) is now the ‘front’. So to get it to move in a straight line in the direction she wanted, Arwen would smack the two sides of the robot that she didn’t want it to go in in quick sucession, and got it across the field, over a small hill and up the ramp as fast as it’s clumsy little wheels could go.
“I didn’t know you had a fully-trained sheepdog!” Said Roger
“Me either.” said Mom.
So Arwen now has a Semi-Weekly Appointment to play with Sheepbot.
Well this is just beguiling
It also just goes to show that all the dudes who have fretted about the Robot Apocalypse for generations needed to hang out outside with dogs more
Broke: In the future, dogs will be replaced by robots/holograms Woke: In the future, dogs will have special jobs as robot wranglers
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Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
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She's hiding a gay flag under her bi flag
Magic!
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A master list of my own Good Omens fics, because why not
Listed in order of publishing from oldest to newest. Will probably come back to this post to add new stuff, or reblog it updated, one of the two.
Rating: Gen Length: 8,732 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
My very first go fic! I think it is a bit awkward as I wrote this almost immediately after my first viewing of the series, so I might have not grasped the characters quite yet, but I think it’s still pleasing enough. Crolwey takes a nap to recover from the botched apocalypse and when he wakes up Aziraphale has accidentally adopted a cat. A one-sided rivalry for the Angel’s attention ensues.
Rating: Gen Length: 4,084 words Pairing: Established background Azirpahale/Crowley
Inspired by a fantastic meta post on tumblr. Mostly outsider POV, Aziraphale is finally free to help humanity in the ways he considers right without having to worry about justifying himself to Heaven. Accidentally becomes a known, helpful cryptid.
Rating: T Length: 42,515 words (7 chapters) Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
An AU: Aziraphale is human… Or is he? His existence puzzles Crowley, who finds himself inevitably attracted by this strange creature he cannot quite figure out. Follows them from the early days of Earth when their relationship first starts, up to armageddon, where many truths will finally come out. A personal favorite of mine, I had a ton of fun writing this.
Rating: T Length: 41,192 words (6 chapters) Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Another AU: Aziraphale is very definitely human, this time around, and also a priest. Crowley casually stumbles his demonic way in front of him, and through his own ability to mess things up for himself, ends up having to corrupt Aziraphale. But Crowley is Crowley, and things never quite play the way he envisioned. He never exactly imagined he could fall head over heels in love with a human, for example…
Rating: Gen Length: 9,446 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
What if: Aziraphale is the one to first realize he’s madly in love with Crowley and pines his way through 6000 years of friendship. Crowley is a bit slower on the uptake, this time around. Aziraphale pines like an absolute champ. Someone help him.
Rating: T Length: 14,022 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Everyone is a human AU: Aziraphale is a successful but reserved writer, and a single dad of one not-antichrist. Crowley is a retired music producer with some broken dreams in his past. They are pretty much smitten with each other at first sight, softness all around. Inspired by this absolutely adorable fanart by @alstonnovak
Rating: T Length: 5,623 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley but not quite really
Angst angst angst. Crowley, while being nanny, accidentally re-shapes the universe with his desperate pining for a quiet, simple life with Aziraphale. But it can’t last. I’d argue this has some horror-like elements to it.
Rating: Gen Length: 3,902 words Pairing: Aziraphale&Crowley friendship
Peak bastard Aziraphale here. Due to unforeseen circumstances Aziraphale gets discorporated post failed apocalypse, and promptly realizes what power he now has, what with Heaven believing him a renegade Angel impervious to Hellfire. Brief and funny and RIP Gabriel.
Rating: Gen Length: 2,582 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley almost there
The boys are on a romantic date until it turns not so romantic. Crowley acts like he’s ready to throw hands while desperately coming out with a plan. Aziraphale is very ready to throw hands. Crowley might now be realizing how hot it is to get saved every now and then.
Rating: Gen Length: 7,612 words Pairing: Established Azirpahale/Crowley
Aziraphale gets kidnapped to be sold on a clandestine auction for occult items, Crowley swoops in to rescue him. Pretty much a glorified, 7k words long saving scene. And a bit of trolling both Belzeebub and Gabriel at the end.
Rating: Gen Length: 3,012 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley almost there
Crowley confesses his love expecting a rejection. He might be in for more than he bargained for. Just 3k words of love confessions sappiness, really.
Rating: Gen Length: 17,513 words Pairing: Established background Aziraphale/Crowley
New entry I literally just posted before making this list. Beelzebub gets grudgingly curious about Earth, and even more grudgingly asks for the help of a certain Angel in order to understand more. They end up finding out things about themselves that were long forgotten.
Aziraphale quietly, secretly wishes he might get his friend back.
That’s about it, for now. If anything in this list piqued your interest, I hope you’ll have a fun read~
New fic update to the lisssst
Rating: Mature Length: 8376 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Mind the rating! This is very much a mature fic with explicit scenes ; D Human AU based on a kinkmeme prompt linked into the fic. Aziraphale is stood up at a date, but in comes Crowley to save the night! They immediately hit it off in more ways than one~
Just steamy hot fluffness with spicy art included at the end *wink wink
Fluff alert! Update!
Rating: E Length: 11224 words Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley Ok, look. I don’t want to become “the one who writes human AUs” but all my canon compliant fic wips are sitting there being little jerks that don’t want to be written so there you go, 11k words of purely tooth-rutting human AU fluff. Take it or leave it lmao. Wait this is not a good summar–
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it never hit me how shortsighted Heaven is until i realized they put a Principality (whose entire raison d’être is to protect places and people from harm) in charge of Earth, and then were genuinely surprised when Armageddon came and said Principality went absolutely off-the-grid feral trying to stop it
Where did I read the sentence “you can’t give a Principality a territory and then act surprised when they become territorial”
Honestly, given how Heaven reacts to everything throughout Good Omens, I’m 99% sure that they meant for Aziraphale to be guarding against the humans, and Aziraphale just had one of his “I’m going to selectively hear those orders” moments, and the rest was history.
“And,” Gabriel said with a wink, “you’re going to be a guardian in the human realm.”
Aziraphale nodded and winked back.
As methods of communication go, a wink is quite versatile. You can say a lot with a wink. For example, Gabriel’s wink meant:
You’re going to go down to that earthly territory and make sure those hairless monkeys don’t do anything to get in the way of the divine plan and make sure they know what it is to fear the wrath of the Almighty and behave themselves as lesser beings should.
And as far as he was concerned, Aziraphale’s answering wink meant: I shall indeed descend to the earthly plane full of gross matter and hairless monkeys and be sure to keep them in their well-deserved place, beneath our divine heel.
Whereas Aziraphale, on the other hand, thought that Gabriel’s wink was more along the lines of: You lucky beggar Aziraphale, getting to go down there and look after God’s new humans and all the exciting things they have to make and discover. Now you go down there and experience all the humans have to offer and protect them with your life.
And therefore, his own wink had meant: Message received and understood. The humans will never have a more stalwart guardian. Looking for to seeing what sushi is when it comes around.
It took quite some time for angels to learn the important of using words when dispatching pedantic principalities on human-sitting duty.
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Tumblr Code.
If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”
that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything
I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person
must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!
Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.
always reblog tumblr identification
gossipseer
This is an absolute tumblr relic. I feel like an archaeologist right now. This is incredible that this is on my dash.
this is from an era long passed
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It has 3 million notes
everythingisinabag
Oh my god
This is so old
How did I find it
mindthegapyear
Oh 2013….
Finally, it is my time to witness this icon as well
Always reblogging
An ancient boi
nightwingbunny
This is a relic
This gives me a strange feeling i cant describe, I cant believe i got to witness this on my dash
Always reblog this relic…
Holy wow, this is a relic😂😂
Reblog!!
thezombiewithglasses
@reincarnatedsoul a relic!
starcosugravityfalls
Must reblog, must relive!
👀👀👀
I feel like I’ve been given a glimpse into the Olden Days
Old
I’d like to point out that I’ve found this twice now
livsmessydoodlez
cannot believe this ancient relic just appeared on my dash
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I call this professional pettiness.
Source: blacktwitterfunny
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Just in case you thought only Americans were dumb: The other day, I (a German) overheard someone say that the Corona precautions were worse than back in soviet-controlled East Germany.
Best part?
a) she was about my age, so she didn't actually experience that time
b) the very next sentence out of her mouth was "some stores don't even let you pay with cash anymore!"
Yes, Karen. Wearing a facemask and having to pay cashless are definitely worse than being shot at the border and being spied on by the Stasi.
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FUCK YOU DISNEY
Anyways, y’all better start saving your fave fanfics and fanart under the Disney labels cause it looks like they’re trying to curb fair use/fanworks and I’m sure there’s going to be mass panicked deletions even though it’s probably unnecessary cause AO3′s legal team will fight for us.
You know that 400K yall were so fucking mad about OTW raising? Yeah, its gonna pay for the travel expenses and court costs that the legal team at AO3/OTW when they protect your shit from getting C&Ded. DO NOT DELETE YOUR STUFF! IF YOU GET CONTACTED BY DISNEY - GO TO THE ORGANIZATION OF TRANSFORMATIVE WORKS , CONTACT THEIR LEGAL ADVOCACY DEPARTMENT! ASK FOR HELP!! THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE IS *WHY* *THEY* *EXIST*
Note that Disney would have one Hell of a time serving C&Ds to authors at AO3 - because there is no “contact author” option other than leaving a comment.
They’d have to contact the SITE, which is to say, the Organization for Transformative Works, to deliver a C&D order or a DMCA takedown order.
And the OTW is not going to remove fics because someone sent a letter that says “actually those characters belong to me and you can’t use them that way.” The OTW was created to FIGHT that kind of claim. They are ready.
Don’t delete your fics out of fear. WE OWN THE SERVERS. They can’t threaten the hosts into deleting anything.
And if Disney thought they had a strong legal case against fanfic, they’d’ve shut down the archive a decade ago, when it was penniless and unknown, instead of waiting until it had won several battles in Congress and got worldwide acclaim for a Hugo Award.
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