this website is a great source of info about cat genetics, including a gathering of reports and resources on cats in Forbidden Colors
I think harmless mutations that make cool colors and patterns are neat and i want to see where these are going
I don’t think any of these photos are chimeras, though the website does have some pics!
The Tennessee Rex is a new breed of cats with satin coats! They’re shiny!
The bottom two are just multiple layers of unusual patterns and colors (left is like a silver torbie something or other) but they’re not something unknown or unexplained, just…highly unusual.
The second pic on the right column is a purebred maine coon and her name is, I am not shitting you, Nightcrawler Mega Flare
@kawaiicrier It’s a particular mutation that I think is mostly found in more eastern Asia but one popped up in Eastern Europe
There are also these Thai cats with the fascinating dorsal stripe
These uniforms are designed for heavy wear and tear, as opposed to the more decorative uniforms in other divisions of Starfleet. Many skippers choose to add personal embellishments- extra pockets, mission patches, flight pins, etc.
Please check out @mistyredcherry’s account… her depiction of the female form is mouth watering. I still can’t believe that she thought my body was worthy of ART?!?!!??!? I’m shook.
It can be somewhat disheartening when you the artisans and craftsman of yesteryear who created miracles out of limited technology go forgotten. Always nice to see someone somewhere making tributes to them.
Ford felt the tears burning his eyes behind the fixed frames of his glasses. He stared at his brother, his only friend, and he couldn’t comprehend the words he was saying.
“Ford..” Stan says suddenly and Ford slowly lifts his gaze from his shoes to his brothers eyes, “I hope you understand why I’m doing this…”
“No…I don’t…what in the world has made you want to join the navy…?” Ford asks in an almost breathless whisper.
Stan’s face scrunched in obvious hurt at the questioning of his intentions, “I have to…I can’t get into a fancy-smanshy school like you sixer. I don’t have the money to pay for it so I should go where I’m useful. I have more strength than smarts you know that…” Stan rubs his arm in subconcious shame and sighs.
Ford knew well that the odds of Stan getting into a good school with test scores alone were slim. The boy blew his way through high school with the mentality that he’d never amount to anything so why would he try? With that and the fact their fathers overbearing favoritism for Ford made an emotionally unstable time bomb out of Stanley, and ultimately caused the boys downfall.
“But Stanley! You’re needed HERE with me! I need you!” Ford exclaims with a quivering voice as more tears threatened to fall. Stan could sense the pain in his twins voice and he gently placed his hands on Ford’s cheeks to lifts his brothers chin so he could look him in the eyes.
“Ford…I’m not needed here anymore…you have your life ahead of you, go live it while you’re young~” Wow, he really sounded old. Ford couldn’t help the tears that rolled down his cheek.
“What about you!? Stanley! You’re young! You have a life to live!” Ford exclaims.
Stan frowns deeply and bites his lip. He knew no matter how much he tried to explain this all to Ford, he just wouldn’t get it. He was stubborn like that. No one could change his mind.
“Ford I’m no use to anyone but the navy. I got nothing out here for me! All I have is highschool boxing knowledge and a barely eligible high school diploma. No big scholarships. No fancy universities begging me to attend and just breath the air there…I don’t have any chance…not here…” Stan offers Ford a weak smile as he brushes away stray tears with his thumbs.
Ford takes in each word Stan spoke like he were studying an equation he had never seen before. How could Stanley possibly thing he wasn’t good enough for the life Ford was leading for himself? How could his wonderful, amazing brother not see his own talents?
“Is this about us…?” Stanley suddenly asks in a darkened tone, catching Ford’s attention immediately.
The smaller twin didn’t reply. He hadn’t been expecting a question so personal. Was it really about them though? Was Ford truly more concerned about Stan’s future, or THE future?
“Hey sixer, stop zoning out on me~” Stan says with a snap of his fingers.
Ford shakes his thoughts away and looks up at Stan with large searching eyes. Searching for some sort of level ground to crash on, for a hope that maybe Stan could sense his distress.
“Sixer,” stans voice was soft, kind now, “no matter where I go, no matter how long I’m gone, and no matter what force may come between us, I will never, ever let you go…I’ll always be here, and I’ll always come back for you~”
Ford’s eyes widden but then fill with fresh tears. He whimpers and lunges himself at Stan and burrows his face in his brothers chest. He let’s lets a few sobs rake through his thin frame before he’s being pried away from the warmth of his twin.
“Sixer…sixer my train is here…” Stan says suddenly as a loud whistle sounds signaling a train pulling into the station.
“Stanley please reconsider..” Ford attempts.
“No Ford. I have to go…” Stan cuts him off with a stern voice.
Without any protests Ford goes silent. He watches Stan’s face contort before he’s being pulled around the corner of the building where the tickets were sold. Within seconds of being out of sight of any onlookers Ford is pressed to the wall with a pair of lips against his own. The overwhelming smell of Stan engulfs him and he feels himself relax instantly. He kisses Stan back and cards 12 of his fingers through stans short hair. He pulls Stan close and they press chest to chest. The kiss grows more and more heated as each second passes with teeth and tongues scraping and coloring between them. They hold one another in a tight embrace like their lives depended on this moment. But they knew it didn’t, they knew it would end soon. They knew Stanley would have to leave soon. Ford knew that he’d have to watch as Stan was swept away into the great unknown and into the clutches of death that war brought to life. He knew he’d have to watch as his brother was driven right into the heart of war.
Stan pulls back after what felt like a way eternity of breathless lip locking. He looks down to Ford and with labored breaths begins pecking his lips between gasp of air. He lays his forehead to Ford’s and smiles kindly down to him.
“I promise I’ll write…” He says between soft pants, “I love you..” He says before he backs up and rushes towards the loading area where passengers of all kinds were loading the train. Ford rushes behind him and stands amongst the many families waving goodbye to their sons. Mother’s were in tears, father’s were at their wives side trying to comfort them. Ford felt a tinge of anger at the fact his parents didn’t even care to see stanley off but he had no time for that now.
Once aboard Ford could see Stanly pushing folks aside to get to a window. He opens it and as the train whistle sounds he calls to Ford, “Ford!! I love you!!”
Ford’s cheeks flush visibly and he watches Stanly head slowly inch down the tracks as the train begins it’s departure. Turning on his heels Ford begins running alongside the train and waves to Stanley, “Stan!” He shouts, “I love you too!”
Ford chases the train until he runs out of loading deck to run across. He stands at the edge of the splintering wood and watches his brothers figure fade into the distance.
“I love you…” He whispers to himself and rubs his watery eyes.
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Almost a year had past since Stan had gone off to war. Ford received many letters from his brother while attending university in a quaint town known by the locals as Gravity Falls, Oregon. The town was strange and Ford would often write
I really like his season 9 skin so I wanted to give it a shot, dunno if I’m sold on the general design yet but we’ll see :P the other’s based on one of his older skins n mostly n excuse to draw a vintage minotaur lol
Examples of the Emetsound/“My friends 接招吧 (Come join us)” trend on douyin, which began with the Emetsound dance crew (first/last group seen in the compilation).
Sheri loves orange and transformed her new, beige apt. She said the apt. was ‘beiger than a digestive biscuit.’
When she arrived at her new apt. in Glasgow, this is what it looked like. She said, ‘I already had in my head what I wanted. There were these Glasgow Caledonian buses around in the sixties, with this creamy green and orange – and I always thought the color combination was so beautiful.’
A hefty lick of paint in green and orange made all the difference.
Secondhand items give a plush 60s vibe.
Even the wallpaper was picked up secondhand.
Once the living room was done, it was like everything started to fall into place.
Next, the kitchen.
The kitchen is a Mondrian, 80s video game, Americana diner themed dream.
She took everything from her kitchen, and separated it into piles. There were 27, so she reasoned that she needed 27 cupboards. She found a company that “got it,” and they designed it.
Now, everything has a place, and the kitchen is divided into specific stations that work for Sheri’s ADHD and the colors make her very happy.
After the kitchen came the hallway – more bright colors, with a real Simpsons vibe.
And then came turning a smaller room into a magnificent walk-in wardrobe. ‘I had this vision of a big orange womb,’ Sheri explains. ‘I wanted it to be my happiest place.’
The mirror was a DIY project.
The bathroom when Sheri moved in.
The bathroom hasn’t been fully done up yet, but it’s next on the list, to be followed by the bedroom.
