Call me Happy- it's an ironic alias I've grown fond of. I love cats, various TV shows, cartoons as well, I read every now and then, and I love to draw.
Though I suppose my blog is a bit jumbled with a bunch of random stuff, it fits me well. I have a lot of stuff going on so you'll find rants, reblogs and -very uncommonly- art dumps.
You can also find me on my DA with a similar name.
hey so, as a man who works with other men, here’s a quick relationship tip: if he doesn’t much like cats, that might be just a personal preference. if he hates cats, if he tells you he hates cats as soon as he hears that you have a cat and love your cat, he’s an asshole. he’s telling on himself.
every guy i’ve ever worked with that makes a point of telling me how much he hates cats as soon as i mention that i have a cat and love my cat, is always someone who is regularly cruel for fun and who laughs in the breakroom about the mean things they do for fun to their girlfriends and children.
I wish I could articulate all the ways this makes sense and why it makes sense and stuff but it’s just like… something something misogyny something something resentment of creatures that don’t need you and don’t hang on your attention and approval all their lives.
My dad gave me this exact same advice when I was a kid. “Anyone who hates cats is a control freak and an asshole.”
My old friend, my companion, and my brother in arms
We also grew up with both cassette tapes and CDs which are the musical equivalent…
This is why there’s a whole generation that never throws out obsolete electronics. We lived through about 5 years which rolled out dozens of new universal formats and universal connectors.
not to talk about doctor who but remember being a lonely depressed teenager and hearing him say ‘900 years of time and space and i’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important’
