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6 years ago today, we adopted Emma, the greatest kitten ever.

We'd previously had Noel, a cat rescued from dying in the snow on Christmas Eve years beforehand by our close friends. They took care of her, but because she had no claws in the front, the remaining house's cats attacked and abused her. One day my mother and I went to feed all those cats while our friends were away, and we found Noel on her cat tower, petrified and refusing to move, blink, eat, drink, anything. She stood frozen for about 30 minutes. And that's when we took her home. It was only about a month and a half away from our moving date, and the plan we'd been working out with our friends for years was that we'd take Noel then as ours because our friends knew she wasn't safe with the other clawed cats and they wanted to give her a safe home. They trusted us and knew we'd take great care of her.

Long story short, everyone fell in love with Noel. She got up every morning and sat in my lap for 40 minutes, I'd massage her throat to avoid tracheal spasms, and she spent every moment she could with family. If nobody sat with her in the morning she'd forcefully sit with them. Noel even touched the heart of my grandpa who hated cats. She just wanted to cuddle, snuggle, and nuzzle you to death.

Then... on December 30th of 2012, Noel fell seriously ill. We took her to a vet, she turned out to have a kidney failure. I begged, prayed, pleaded, everything, and she didn't make it. She passed in my mother's arms and was cremated, and we still have her collar to this day. We've buried it beneath the cat statue in our garden.

That night she passed, little 13-year-old me begged and told mom, "I want another cat before 2012 is over." In those exact words. But it was just 1 day left, how the ******** could that happen? Mysteriously find another cat before the last day of the year? Not even 48 hours.

But my dad went onto Craigslist the next morning and there was the ad for Emma. And I cried and begged, and we got her. We drove an hour and a half there and the same time back, and Emma was petrified. The kitten hid away in the basement, and like Noel she didn't move and didn't do anything. She got into a lot of trouble, hiding inside the piano and making us dismantle it to get her out. We also found her underneath the dishwasher and had to dismantle that, too, just to free her. And not to mention she found out how to lock herself in cabinets. Emma was a mess from the start.

But after about 2 months of this, I came home alone on a Thursday from school and went into Emma's cabinet. I convinced her to come out with a cat toy and, it took about 45 minutes, but eventually she came and left the room and just... sat in the sunlight and played with the toy. For forever. She tired me out and she still just looked at me with sad eyes to guilt me into playing with her more! xd

Emma got brought upstairs a lot by dad, and her introverted a** would always run as far away as physically possible. She would often just stand at the top of the steps and then meow for attention but if dad came she'd run. She feared him for a bit...

Until dad began spoiling her with so much attention that if anybody came between Emma and dad she'd probably murder them on the spot and meow at dad to keep scratching and cuddling her for eternity.

Emma, the miracle cat, now 7.5 years old, sits on my bed with me as I write this, listening to the Twilight Force record while sleeping on my tons of soft blankets. Because she never leaves my ******** side. Ever. She's my shadow, and I don't get more than 10 minutes away from her a day. Mom and dad instantly watch this cat fall onto her back with paws curled in to give her tummy rubs every time they stand. Emma sits on anyone's head and cleans her paws, she curls up in your lap whether you want her to or not, and if you've got something in your lap tough luck she's sitting on top of it. And not moving.

Emma, you are a pain in the a**, the vain of my existence, and the greatest thing to ever happen to me AT ALL. I wouldn't be the same without you, my miracle kitten. smile You've protected me in panic attacks, helped me through the deaths of everyone in the family, calmed me from nightmares, alleviated my dysphoria and still loved me through my transition, and just been there for me whether I wanted you to be or not. Like now while I'm typing this and you're in my arm space so I can't exactly play video games without moving you and feeling extremely guilty because I love you so damn much.

Gods, I can't believe it's been 6 years. It feels like 1 day and 1000 days at the same time. I love you. You're a little, lovely s**t that graced this world with insanity and love. Thank you for existing, my baby. Here's to many more years alongside you.

And thank you, Noel. Because from that day you brought us this insane thing, and we all love her. Nothing can end our love. I still miss you, it's been forever. But thanks, sweetie. I love you. Thanks. smile

I wrote a one-shot scene with an Orc and Human respectively named Koth and Kade out of pure inspiration from watching Bright like... a week ago. Here I am today and I'm writing it into a full-fledged story of society and traitors and clans and family and prejudice and opinions where the main concepts are family isn't blood and nobody can resist change but change doesn't have to be bad. And it's got an intense gay love subplot between one of the council's judges and the main Orcish chief who takes the convicted Human and teaches him the ways of Orcs and how to fight and represent his family.

Sometimes the pain burns deep inside
And all seems in vain
Sometimes the fear darkens the path
And leads us astray

Tears in our eyes and our hopes are fading away
But revenge is sweet, get back on your feet
'Cause a war is upon us today

The reason we stand
Facing the rising sun the pain goes on and on
We hold deep inside the power to guide us until we touch the sky

The reason we stand with pride
Is the will to live and to reach for the stars
So never look back, you're always just one step away

-Summer's End by DragonForce

Honestly if I met Wolverine I wouldn't even try flirting I'd just tacklehug him and mess with his fluffy hair while calling him Wolvie and he'd wonder why the ******** there's this boy even smaller than him who's treating him like a fluffy puppy.

When bands are finally touring in your area for the first time in 19,000 years but they aren't the headliners they're just performing alongside a group you've never heard of...

The best part about being gay is you see some girls posting things like, "I'd take _____ kind of guy over ______ any day." And then you, a guy, repost that, and the girl is so dumbfounded why a guy... would do something..... like that....... about another man??? Like gey people exist??? This is so groundbreaking?!!!??!??!

Exactly! biggrin And very well said! One of my gay friends, he doesn't exactly have a set preference for men. Another likes they typically nerdy, cute guy. And the third prefers not looks, but the smartness of a man.