Ode to Spot - Data“Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature;
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents;
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.”
(via mirabilelectu)Source: trekgate
What: Tumblr Fic War
Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.
When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!
What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!
My cat is sitting in my chair. I’m now on the floor.
ONCE I ROSE ABOVE THE NOISE AND CONFUSION
JUST TO GET A GLANCE BEYOND THIS ILLUSION
I WAS SOARING EVER HIGHERRRRR
BUT I FLEW TOO HIGH
THOUGH MY EYES COULD SEE I STILL WAS A BLIND MAN
THOUGH MY MIND COULD THINK I STILL WAS A MADMAN
I HEAR THE VOICES WHEN I’M DREAMING
I CAN HEAR THEM SAAAYY
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOOOooOOOoooN
THERE’LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU AREE DOOOOOOOON
LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REEESSTSource: mapalap