#miss california the cat
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the artist and her art
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a snoozing little snuggle monster that loves to cast spell of sleeby cozy
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You ever think Hal's file on the Batcomputer lists his greatest strength as "denial," followed by "stubborn (will?power)" and "focused" and "0 situational awareness (I want what he has)"
I'm ngl to you guys I'm so abysmally deep in mainline GL hell that I forget that Bruce and Hal interact occasionally and are friends until hal has another crisis and goes around to literally every single person in his phonebook for advice and I get jumpscared by bruce wayne
Anyways I think his greatest strengths would be willpower and the ring and his biggest weaknesses would be peanuts, the color yellow, and commitment
#hal jordan#asks <3#ty for the ask!!#hals the type of person to ask the groupchat about major life decisions#hal texting everyone at 3 am: guys should i quit my job again and become a nature guide in the California wilderness answer quickly#im almlst done with the 60s-80s run giys i read issue 200 today (the crowd goes wild)#i like the predator i miss his kitty cat swag they should bring him back#i am not kidding about him going one by one through his phonebook btw#theres a panel where hes made a list and hes crossing off people he's already called and hes so miserably sad bc theyre all being mean#hijacking this ask just to talk about hal and his pathetic boy swag#the predator arc had hals worst outfit to date i think. like he quit the corps and the artists were like shit idk how to dress him up now#youd think he'd be able to dress right with all that time hes spending in the closet
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[to the tune of the Lego Movie’s “Everything is Awesome”]
Everything is stressful! 🙃
Every-thing causes anxiety! 🙃
Everything is stressful!! 🙃🙃
When you have ADHD! 🙃🙃🙃
#I can’t take this fucking roller coaster of a housing crisis much longer I’m going to fucking SCREAM#I don’t think I’m being unreasonable by setting a boundary after all the concessions I’ve made but now she wants to push to move in date#back?? HOW DO I KNOW UR EVEN GOING TO MOVE IN AT ALL#LITTLE MISS MONTH-TO-MONTH 😭😭😭💀💀💀💀💀#apple talks#to the tune of spam#alright tw time! here comes the suicidal thoughts!#so my last housemate moved out a few months ago and my parents have been helping me with rent since then#but it’s fucking expensive in California#and I’m struggling to a) find a new roommate b) find a new apartment or c) find a better paying job#the stress has literally been killing me I can’t fucking sleep I eat even less and I’m up with 4 am panic attacks!#and my parents don’t have infinite money! so on Xmas they threatened to pay a buttload of money to force me back to Ohio bc somehow THAT#expense is less than helping me with rent a little while longer#I would rather fucking kill myself than move back to Ohio I am dead fucking serious#bc it’s not ‘move in with my parents again’ it’s my parents paying a whole ass apartment of my own until I find an Ohio job (in THIS economy#??) it’s them paying to fly me my CATS and my stuff out there but not any of my furniture.#it’s being down the road from my father again which I cannot and WILL not do.#I fucking moved to Cali to get away from him. and if my mom would just divorce his ass I’d be no contact in a heartbeat#I cannot be financially dependent on him AND live within driving distance of him#and I absolutely do not want to put my cats through the stress of a plane ride! they can barely keep it together being locked in my room#while I’m at work for 1 day! not to mention I’d be dependent on my parents to drive me everywhere bc there’s not public transportation there#and I’ve been packing in case I have to move apartments or god forbid to ohio and it’s a blurry fucking line bw packing to move#and giving away all my shit in preparation to kill myself#and I FINALLY found a new very temporary roommate and I’ve made a fuck load of concessions for her to move in and I have to draw the fucking#line somewhere and this of all things has her wanting to push back move until February which makes me nervous bc what if she backs out? what#if I’m fucked? girlies if I stopped posting for days on end I am literally dead. pray for my cats to go to a good home bc I can’t fucking do#it anymore
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washed my hair this morning just to take advantage of the last few hours of being in the perfect climate for me to comfortably wear it down
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𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒹
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
#mine#pinterest#queue tag#meow#cats of tumblr#girl blogger#girl boss#vintage vogue#vintage aesthetic#vintage americana#sadgirl#lana del rey#california#cutecore#soft aesthetic#baby pink#pink aesthetic#miss dior#chanel#model aesthetic#nyc it girl#musician#artist#sofia coppola#lux lisbon#parisianlife#parisian chic#the bell jar#valley of the dolls#coquette core
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My old lady baby.
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Game Changer idea
It starts like the first Noise Boys episode: Sam introduces Brennan, Zac, and Josh, welcome to game changer, he’s been here the whole time, “players, while I do love the direction we’ve gone with make some noise, I have to admit that I miss hearing you three make silly animal noises.”
Sam looks up at Josh and says, “Josh, your word is cow” a picture of a cow comes on screen, “no problem,” Josh makes the best cow sound you’ve ever heard in your life, Sam says, “sorry Josh that’s not the answer we were looking for… Zac your word is duck,” a picture of a duck comes on the screen, Zac makes a very convincing duck sound, which he doesn’t get points for, of course; this keeps going for a couple of rounds. The crew is laughing, the players are getting frustrated, Brennan has this look on his face like he’s trying to figure out how in the world the game works. Josh’s next word is cat, a picture of Sam’s cat comes on the screen, after Josh doesn’t get the point, Brennan asks if he can try, Sam says sure why not.
“Brennan, your word is cat”
“Cat, c-a-t, cat.
“Brennan… that is correct”
It’s a spelling bee episode but the words keep getting harder and more confusing. Homophones, names of medications, silent letters, ghost words, Zzyzx California, long phrases, words you’ve never even heard of that Sam may or may not be making up on the spot to mess with Brennan specifically.
They film for 12 hours. Brennan wins.
The prize is a dictionary, “so you can keep practicing your great spelling at home”
“That does it for us at game changer, I’m your host Sam Reich, reminding you that it’s r-e-i-c-h not r-i-e-c-h, goodnight!”
#game changer#brennan lee mulligan#Josh Ruben#Sam reich#Sam I am looking for work if you need a writer#dropout tv#zac oyama
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god i wish my brain wasn’t wired so fucking wrong that every time i’m not 100% sure of where someone is for even a second i immediately become convinced they’ve died
#roommates brought in a friend to help cat sit bc i’m very disabled#and therefore uncomfortable being solely responsible for the cats for 3 weeks#i’ve spoken to her like twice i do not know this woman at all#but she’s been out and the cats are meowing and my brain is screaming that she’s probably been stabbed in central park#which is almost certainly not the case#but i don’t have her phone number to check so the anxiety attack will continue for no fucking reason#doesn’t help that that one time when i got anxious bc we hadn’t heard from my brother for a while#it turned out he was in fact lost in the mountains of southern california#and wasn’t found until the next morning with frostbite on several fingers and missing a shirt#so now my brain is like ‘we were right once so now it’s never irrational’#that’s not how that works#need an off switch for anxiety like now#personal
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Three cats, three activities, one room
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porter/aspiring cna miss california has been tending to me for the last couple days, mostly through snuggling me to keep me down.
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orange cat - OP81
Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader
Summary: What happens your neighbour's adorable orange cat starts to pay you daily visits?
Word count: 1k
London welcomed me with its perpetually gray skies and damp weather, a stark contrast to the sunny shores of California I had left behind. As I settled into my new apartment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness for the warmth of home.
For the first few weeks, I hardly saw my neighbours, lost in the shuffle of unpacking and adjusting to my new surroundings. But one persistent visitor soon made himself known – a vibrant orange cat that would perch itself on my windowsill, peering into my living room with curious eyes.
At first, I found it amusing, but as the days went by and the cat became a regular fixture, I grew concerned. Surely, someone must be missing their furry friend. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I scribbled a quick note on a yellow post-it, explaining the situation and tucking it under my neighbor's door. "Your cat seems to be visiting me often," I wrote. "Just wanted to let you know in case you're worried."
Days passed, and I received no response. I wondered if my neighbor had even seen the note or if they simply didn't care about their wandering pet.
But then, one evening, there was a soft knock on my door.
Opening the door, I found myself face to face with a handsome young man, his expression sheepish yet friendly. He held a small box in his hands, the smell of freshly baked pastries wafting from within.
"Hey, sorry to bother you," he began, his accent unmistakably Australian. "I'm Oscar, your neighbor from next door. I just wanted to apologize for my cat bothering you. And, well, to say thank you for looking out for him."
I couldn't help but smile at his genuine demeanor. "No problem at all, your cat is lovely, I was simply worried you might wonder where he was" I replied, accepting the box of pastries. "I'm glad to finally meet you, Oscar" I replied, introducing myself as well.
"Do you maybe wanna come in? I can make us some tea or coffee and we could eat the pastries you brought?" I added.
"I would love that!" replied Oscar with a warm smile.
From that moment on, Oscar and I struck up an unexpected friendship. We bonded over our shared love for his cat and baked goods, finding comfort in each other in the big city of London, so far from our respective homes. Oscar told me all about his work as a Formula One driver, and I could not help but be in awe of how passionate he was. I, on the other end, told him about the teaching opportunity that got me to move here, and I would often tell him cute stories from my classroom.
As weeks turned into months, our friendship deepened. Oscar proved to be not only a generous neighbor but also a reliable friend. Whether it was helping me fix a leaky faucet or lending a hand with heavy groceries, he was always there when I needed him.
Our weekly movie nights, whenever Oscar wasn't out of the country, became a cherished tradition, a welcome break from our everyday lives. We'd take turns picking films, debating over classics and hidden gems late into the night.
But amidst the laughter and camaraderie, I couldn't ignore the growing feeling in my chest whenever I saw Oscar. He was kind, funny, and undeniably attractive – qualities that drew me in despite my best efforts to keep my distance.
One day, as I scrolled through Twitter during a lazy afternoon, I stumbled upon something that caught me off guard. Pictures of Oscar, smiling brightly alongside a beautiful girl with long blonde hair.
A pang of jealousy shot through me, surprising in its intensity. I realised then, with startling clarity, that my feelings for Oscar ran deeper than I had initially thought. But it was too late – I was now pretty sure he was already taken, and I had no right to interfere.
Unable to shake off my newfound jealousy, I began to distance myself from Oscar, avoiding our usual interactions and retreating into solitude. But my sudden coldness did not go unnoticed.
One evening, there was a sharp knock on my door, and when I opened it, there stood Oscar, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern.
"What's going on with you?" he demanded, his voice tinged with hurt. "You've been acting strange lately, and I want to know why."
"I'm not" I replied defensively.
"Come on, don't give me that bullshit" replied a rather angry Oscar. "You've been avoiding me. Have I done something?" he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability.
I hesitated, the weight of my emotions heavy in the air between us. But then, with a surge of courage, I found myself blurting out the truth.
"I... I think I'm in love with you, Oscar," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "And seeing you with someone else... it hurts more than I thought it would."
For a moment, there was silence, the tension palpable. But then, to my surprise, Oscar stepped forward, his eyes burning with intensity.
"God, you can be so dense sometimes" he breathed
"Hum, excuse me?" I replied, clearly offended.
"The girl you're talking about, that's my new PR manager."
"Oh..."
"I thought I was being fairly obvious as to how I feel about you." he said softly, reaching out to cup my face in his hands.
And with that, he closed the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a heated and passionate kiss, leaving me breathless.
#oscar piastri#op81#op81 x reader#op81 imagine#op81 fluff#op81 fic#formula 1#formula one#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 fic#f1#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri fic#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri fluff
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robin and nancy have a short-lived fling before they go off to college. the thing is— it’s too fresh for both of them. robin wakes up screaming for steve and triggers nancy’s own panic. nancy can’t bear to lose someone else she loves so has moments of turning cold. they leave for college, and gradually they lose contact.
nancy goes to boston, to emerson, follows her dreams of journalism. she goes alone. she tries to lose herself in college parties, and it doesn’t work at first, but it gets easier and easier with time. she finds herself feeling happy again for the first time in years. she feels safe.
robin goes to california, to stanford. steve moves with her, and eddie with him, so the three of them get an apartment together. despite robin juggling a double-major and a part time job, she can finally breathe again.
a couple of years later, long since they’ve both graduated, robin and nancy bump into each other again. they’ve changed a lot: nancy’s hair is short, cut to her chin, no longer permed, and she has several tattoos on her arms. robin’s hair is longer, tied up in a loose bun, and she’s more tanned than nancy remembers. nancy isn’t a journalist, to robin’s surprise. no, nancy found her joy in creative writing instead, at mike’s recommendation. she’s working on a young adult series about a group of teenager— part time mystery solvers, part time monster hunters.
“like scooby doo,” robin jokes, and nancy hides a smile.
“like us,” she says, and then pauses. “are we— were we mystery inc?”
“oh, you were absolutely velma,” robin says. “if velma had guns, anyway.”
“velma should’ve been given a gun,” nancy agrees, and this time she grins.
nancy finds out that robin’s an english teacher, now. she still lives with steve and eddie, although they have a house together now, no longer a small apartment. they have a cat, and a garden, and they’re all happy there. happier than they ever thought they could be.
it’s been years since they left hawkins, since they stopped talking, but they fall easily back into conversation. like they never left. they exchange numbers and promise to keep in touch. this time, they stick to it. this time, they fall for each other, slowly but surely. they’re not the traumatised teenagers they used to be. they’ve lived, and they’ve grown, and they’ve found themselves.
nancy wheeler kisses robin buckley for the first time in years in the rain, outside her own apartment, when they’re both soaked to the bone and shivering. then she kisses her again in her hallway, and again on the stairs, and again in her bedroom. she remembers the parts she’s missed, and learns the parts that are new. they do this again, and again, and again.
when robin wakes up screaming, nancy holds her, murmuring soft assurances. when nancy freezes up, robin takes her hand and squeezes it, grounding her.
for a second time, nancy wheeler and robin buckley fall in love.
this time, it works out for them.
#stranger things#ronance#steddie#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#eddie munson#fruity four#my writing#(crossposted on my twitter)
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honey, i’m home! - a vinnie hacker short
my 15,000th post! thank you for your endless love and support through likes, reblogs and comments, love you all ❤️
after spending 2 months back home in seattle, it was time for vinnie to go back to la and surprise his girlfriend y/n. he didn’t tell her that he was coming back today as he wanted this moment to be something special. all he wanted was to see her beautiful face light up in excitement, her doe eyes glimmer as they widen and her lips form the biggest cheshire cat-like grin. boarding the plane, vinnie taps the doorframe and walks to his seat. his leg bouncing with anticipation, the plane begins to speed down the runway as it starts to take off into the clouds.
3 hours go by and vinnie is finally back on california soil. he collects his bags and meets jett outside the terminal. he puts his bags in the car and immediately becomes the passenger princess. drinking his drink from starbucks jett got for him and putting his feet up on the dash, vinnie is brought back to reality. it’s finally settling in that he’ll see his bub after 2 long months. as much as he loved seeing his family and catching up with him, there was always that feeling of missing y/n deep down. he would love to bring y/n with him, but with her busy work schedule, she couldn’t find someone to cover for her. as jett turns into their street, anxiety creeps up into vinnie. his chest rising quickly, heart beating so loud he’s shocked that jett can’t hear it, ears ringing.
“jett, wait”, vinnie chokes out.
jett pulls over and waits for vinnie to calm down.
“sorry”, vinnie mumbles.
“for what?” jett asks, concerned for his best friend.
“i’m just nervous. what if she hates me for leaving her for so long? what if she isn’t home right now? what if-“
“dude, chill! she hasn’t shut up about you for 2 months, she doesn’t hate you and she’s home so you are fine. don’t stress, she’ll see you, start crying and kiss you until your lips fall off”.
vinnie and jett laugh at that thought and jett pulls out to continue down the street. back in the house, y/n hears the sound of the car pulling into the driveway. she continues to apply a light layer of lip balm to her lips to complete her skincare routine. taking one more look in the mirror, she sighs and notices hera sitting on vinnie’s side of the bed. both y/n and hera have missed vinnie like crazy. endless nights of zero sleep because there was no one to cuddle with, some nights of crying because of little things that reminded her of vinnie and days of staying in the living room because it was difficult to sleep in a huge bed with no one to spoon. she walks back into the bedroom when she hears a voice she hasn’t heard in what felt like forever.
“honey, i’m home!” vinnie yells from the living room.
a squeal exits her lips as y/n races down the stairs and jumps into her boyfriend’s arms. tears fill her eyes as she takes in the scent of vinnie’s cologne. she takes one look at the boy she adores and the tears finally make her way down your cheeks. y/n kisses vinnie and it felt absolutely sensational. lips moving in time with one another, small giggles during the breaks and pure love being shared between the cute couple. setting her down, vinnie finally gets a proper look at the girl he missed so dearly.
“god, i missed you!”
“i missed you so much, it’s insane!”
the two lovers share another sweet kiss before heading upstairs to tell each other everything and have some fun that they haven’t had in 2 months.
“told you she’d cry when she saw him,” jett says, making everyone laugh.
#vinnie hacker#vinnie hacker fluff#vinnie hacker imagines#vinnie hacker blurb#vinnie hacker x y/n#vinnie hacker x reader#vinnie hacker fanfic
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