"When a person forces herself to live in a world that has no sun, it is a dreadful existence. Most would be better off never having known the sun existed than to be left cast into perpetual shadow with nothing but the memories set on constant repeat. Memories cannot - do not - recreate the sun." - Violet Eden, Empower|
~ Currently reading: The Maze Runner (The Maze Runner #1), James Dashner
me and you and our dogs all sleeping together on our king sized bed
Hardcovers for aesthetics.
Paperbacks to read.
Ebooks to travel.
The holy trinity of book lovers.
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
The STORY THOUGH.
in which Lemony Snicket writes Harry Potter
IN WHICH LEMONY SNICKET WRITES HARRY POTTER
An apple a day keeps The Doctor away.
Why doesn’t this have more notes this is comedy gold.
Hey, Anon! It super duper delights me that you’d ask! Now, before we go further, I’d like to remind all parties in the audience that my interpretation is not the only one (no matter how I haughtily claim sometimes) blah blah blah. I have a somewhat overlooked interpretation, but here we go.
I think of Jem and Will as reflecting what the other is inside in a lot of ways. Will comes across as an angered, sarcastic person with a lot of experience and sex appeal. Jem comes across as very pure and very innocent and somewhat forlorn and doomed. Granted ,both boys have elements of their outwardness inside—Jem is kind and good hearted and forlorn a lot, and Will is often moody and witty—But that each other’s traits are the ones that they hold deeper inside.
For example, when Jem is witty, it’s far more cutting than Will’s. Such as “Not really. But then I remember I could kill him in my sleep if I wanted, and then I feel better,” in a humorous comfort to Tessa. He spends a lot of time angry at himself, at illness, at fate, and becomes overcome by this in the scene where he almost destroys his violin. He’s also a very sexual person. Between After The Bridge and the Sexy Bedroom Scene, we know that Jem is a lusty, desiring individual.
Will, on the other hand, is far more innocent, a virgin who has no idea how to take off Tessa’s corset. His humor is rather childlike, being that his most famous funny moment is essentially “LOL STD’S EXIST” summed up. Will also, in my opinion, is more consumed by his own sense of doomed fate than Jem is. Jem accepted his to a point, or at least, lived life in spite of it. Will, however, due to the mere perception of a curse, spent YEARS thinking he was the kiss of death, that he’d have to be alone forever save for Jem, his “Great Sin.”
So in a way, their outward demeanors reflect a hidden nature in one another, honestly. Because I’m not denying that Will’s more likely to make a saucy flirt of himself, but he’s hardly the sex god fandom thinks, and that Jem is the least likely person in the world to be cruel, but he’s far from the fragile doll many characters presume him to be. “If you have the soul of a warrior, then you are a warrior,” he says himself. And he is.
And they both have Both these aspects, too, I read. Think of the line from Disarm by The Smashing Pumpkins, “The Killer In Me Is The Killer In You.” It fits them quite well, in my read of them.
They’re also excellent, paired together. Will is theatrical and dramatic and overt in his humor, all chiding and shows, while Jem is quiet quips and smirks and eye rolling and silly threats while Will fakes a very large offense, and together they’re the best banterers, the best soul mates ever because they’ve got so much of the other within themselves.
I think there are two things that I urge, urge, urge fanfics not to do when I read them: Will is not the only person who is unny, nor the most carsastic, nor is he a sex god. Also, he can be melodramatic to the point of hurting himself and others. Forgetting that for his more romantic moments is silly, because Will is, to me, mostly a combination of giant dork and destructive little theatre imp. And Jem is not all sad fatalism about his own disease and Good Kind Sparkles, because Jem has plenty of dry, cold wit and pain and anger and desire out the ass, so yeah. So long as you don’t reduce them to only one aspect of themselves, you’re good, and this has been so, so incoherent and I’m sorry, I just kinda meta-ranted about Jem and Will.
If you want me to write about both of them in regards to Tessa, or their own relationship, hit me up, I love ranting about how I read characters, I just wanted to focus more on Jem and Will here, not any relationships or other characters here.
I love this way of thinking of them as inverse versions of each other!
I’ve often thought of them as the same issues covered up in opposite ways.
They’re both hurting from loss of their families, they both believe they’ll never truly have the chance to fall in love, they both believe they can’t live up to the standard they would like (Will in terms of being a good person, Jem in terms of being strong enough).
But Will wraps it up in sarcasm and anger. Jem wraps it up in exceptional kindness. Will pushes everyone away and Jem puts everyone else first.
It’s very nearly the same wound (though inflicted in different ways) but they deal with it in perfectly opposite ways.
Their friendship begins in that shared dark place and they balance each other. Will gives Jem’s darkness a place to go and Jem gives Will’s kindness a way to shine through.
I bet when they’re alone, Jem’s humour is even more biting than what we see in the books.