ෆ˚⋆୨ Victoria's den ୧⋆˚ෆ

listen I think in the scenario where the jellicles do live in the junkyard, Victoria would want a den that prioritizes her comfort, and since she is a white cat, she's more susceptible to sunburns and the sun can damage her epithelial layer, so I think it would make sense for her to have a den that can provide her with some shade (the way I imagine it is that it's positioned facing away from the sun and the hood is up higher).

Anyway, backstory behind the den: The bassinet had been in the junkyard for a while, sitting on top of a broken dresser. From the moment Victoria saw the den, she knew she wanted it; it was just the right size for her and offered her a moderate amount of privacy. It definitely helped that, visually, the den was beautiful. But, by the time she first found it, she was far too young to have a den of her own. 

Also, what Victoria might never know is that the reason her seemingly perfect unoccupied den wasn’t claimed by anyone else was that it used to be Grizabellas.

Munkustrap, however, being as dignified as he was, did tell Victoria he’d try to keep it empty for her until she could claim it when she came of age, but part of Munkustrap (though he wouldn't admit it) wanted Grizabella to return and claim it as her home again.

But that day never came, and as Victoria grew up, Munk accepted that. By the time it was given to Victoria, the consensus of the jellicles was that Grizabella had moved on to better things and most likely wouldn’t come back, or alternatively, she had already passed.

Being unaware of the history of her home, Victoria cherished her den; it was her safe haven, her only place away from all the prying eyes of both humans and other cats. She decorated it with the gifts she'd received from Rumpleteazer, the blankets Jelly and Jenny would knit her, and the flowers Plato would leave outside her den.

it was her den, and no one would tell her otherwise, it was simpler that way. But she did always wonder why some of the elder cats gazes would linger on her den, usually with an expression of sorrow or contempt. Whenever they saw she noticed however, they’d look away immediately, or smile back at her like nothing had occurred. Victoria had asked about it before, but she never received an honest answer.

To end this on a lighthearted note; on occasion, when Victoria is away from the junkyard for a particularly long while Plato likes to sleep just outside her den when he misses her.

allegory of the cave (380 bc.) - plato

“socrates: now consider the following. barkbarkbark”

Anselm Feuerbach (German, 1829-1880) Plato's Symposium, Detail, 1869

Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.

Plato

Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.

Plato

harringrove x plato — two halves of the same being

what do u dislike plato

deeply uninterested in any position promising access to a higher, hidden, divine realm of truth ontologically in tension with the material existence of things and their relations to one another. it's a position that appeals to supra-natural handwaving in order to resolve a perceived disjunction between perception and reality without making any effort to historicise or problematise such a disjunction, say perhaps in relation to estranged labour. kant also does this but at least he has the decency to pretend it's constitutive of human psychology and not a regulatory principle of reality in itself. i also think the ethical positions plato expresses through socrates's mouth are laughably optimistic about the existence of a pure and unconditioned truth, the human ability to perceive such a thing, and the immediate rational acceptance of it, which leads most obviously to the deeply annoying socratic solution to "why do people act against their own interests" being "they are deceived, and i don't need to prove that or engage with expressed desires that are contradictory or self-destructive, because i can simply assume these people are deceived, because if they were not then they would do the transcendentally correct thing and be happy and experience no inner conflict". politically reactionary in the way all philosophical idealism is, and more than incidentally psychiatry minded, in the sense of the etymology ψυχή ιατρεία, 'soul healing' (cf nietzsche: socrates as the "mystagogue of science", who lived and died 'scientifically', namely, delivered from the fear of death by conviction in the mission to make existence appear comprehensible and therefore justifiable).

sucks hate him think the world needs more insane unruly people unashamed to exist bodily and uninterested in extolling the virtue of self-restraint. "socially contextualise that thang" --karl marx 1844

reblog if you’ve been on tumblr since before Plato’s allegory of the cave

Now that I know Plato's Symposium had the setting of a pajama party, everything makes much more sense.

Not that I'd ever get invited, but I'm on the orange bed asking you to touch my hair.

Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.

Plato

Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.

Plato

Three different kisses

Demestrap, Platoria and Tuggoffelees

Alts below cut

Three images. Each features a pair of cats kissing beneath a sprig of Mistletoe.

First image: a silver tabby maine coon (Munkustrap), leaning down to gently kiss a small gold cat with black stripes (Demeter)

Second image: an orange and white cat (Plato) and a white cat (Victoria) kissing each other’s cheeks. Victoria’s face is obscured. Their tails are entwined to form a heart.

Third image: A brown tabby maine coon (Tugger) has pounced on a shrieking black cat (Mr. Mistoffelees). He is enthusiastically licking Misto’s face as the other is screeching at the indignity of all of this.

Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding.

Plato

insane man insane

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

Plato