Entry tags:
- art metaphors,
- at least this cat is a nice cat,
- breaking & entering!!,
- cass where are you,
- cat metaphors,
- cat realities,
- chris and i are kind of mafia bros,
- codependency ftmfw,
- daneca did have some influence,
- dramatic yet unhelpful,
- especially when it's an awful idea,
- even when it's an awful idea,
- everyone's naked omg,
- friendly cat,
- he means well really,
- horatio held my heart in his hands,
- iris: conundrum in leopard print,
- it means bad dog,
- makes me kinda nervous to say so,
- needy is a kicker,
- somebody call him on this,
- the neediest child,
- this is for cass,
- zane understaaaands me
forty ➢ private + spam
private } needy
hey which two of these things do you hate the sound of least
☐ book club
☐ art therapy
☐ cats
☐ gardening
☐ baking
☐ learning how to knife fight
gift + open spam
[Call it Christmas in July. Call it boredom. Call it a pathological need for attention. Whatever you want to call it, gifts start showing up, ever so mysteriously, at people's doors and in common rooms throughout the week of the fourteenth.]
( Daneca, Cass, Iris, Mira, Horatio, Needy, Chris, Slevin, Gwen, Anya, Scott, Zane )
[Other gifts, less personalized, show up at random in all of the common rooms - some, too, as centerpieces in the middle of dining hall tables, or balanced on treadmills in the gym. Most are made of sandstone or copper, new materials he is working with, while some are glass or ceramic, old favorites; all are about a hand's span across.]
[There is one little sculpture that look suspiciously like a three-dimensional Mona Lisa with a fauxhawk. There are many flowers, some real and some utterly imaginary. There is only one cat, the pale gray of unglazed clay, with the inscription HA HA underneath it. There are relatively few twisted human bodies in the mix, but there are a couple (though none in the dining hall). Otherwise, it's a mishmash of animals, plants, random letters, and impenetrably abstract shapes.]
[Cassel himself can be found coming and going from these drop-offs if you're very sneaky, or in the gym, where he not only works every day but practices with renewed vigor with his butterfly knife. He is pretty sure that now that Cass is back, he has something to prove with it. He doesn't know what, but whatever it is, he'll get to it just as quick as he can.]
hey which two of these things do you hate the sound of least
☐ book club
☐ art therapy
☐ cats
☐ gardening
☐ baking
☐ learning how to knife fight
gift + open spam
[Call it Christmas in July. Call it boredom. Call it a pathological need for attention. Whatever you want to call it, gifts start showing up, ever so mysteriously, at people's doors and in common rooms throughout the week of the fourteenth.]
( Daneca, Cass, Iris, Mira, Horatio, Needy, Chris, Slevin, Gwen, Anya, Scott, Zane )
[Other gifts, less personalized, show up at random in all of the common rooms - some, too, as centerpieces in the middle of dining hall tables, or balanced on treadmills in the gym. Most are made of sandstone or copper, new materials he is working with, while some are glass or ceramic, old favorites; all are about a hand's span across.]
[There is one little sculpture that look suspiciously like a three-dimensional Mona Lisa with a fauxhawk. There are many flowers, some real and some utterly imaginary. There is only one cat, the pale gray of unglazed clay, with the inscription HA HA underneath it. There are relatively few twisted human bodies in the mix, but there are a couple (though none in the dining hall). Otherwise, it's a mishmash of animals, plants, random letters, and impenetrably abstract shapes.]
[Cassel himself can be found coming and going from these drop-offs if you're very sneaky, or in the gym, where he not only works every day but practices with renewed vigor with his butterfly knife. He is pretty sure that now that Cass is back, he has something to prove with it. He doesn't know what, but whatever it is, he'll get to it just as quick as he can.]