The Cats Pajamas

Wish to add long roadtrips to your knight's daily excercise

Need them to develop some muscle mass and increase their stamina

Want to introduce more knights to the herd

Or just feel like redecorating their standard size enclosure

^^^THISSSS^^^

I wanna make one of these that is like a literal curtain of worms

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The movie is captivating, but the book is twenty kinds of terrifying, even now, ten years after I first read it. As disturbing as the movie may have been to some, the things Selick added really serve to cushion just how horrific the story really is.

First of all, the character of Wybie does not exist in the book. Coraline is facing all of this nearly alone, with her only help coming from the sly comments of the cat, a warning from the circus mice, and the stone given to her by her neighbor, presented with no comment but that it “makes the unseen seen.”

Second, the Other Parents are never quite as warm (and, dare I say, normal) as they are in the gifs above. They’re described as having paper-white skin and the Other Mother’s hair is said to move on its own, and her long, red, claw-like nails don’t ease any uncertainty that she is absolutely, positively up to no good. The first time Coraline meets them, they (and the rest of the Others) seem to be playing roles (for whatever reason, Coraline does not seem to pick up on this), like they all know what to say and what to do and are simply waiting for Coraline to make her move in their terrifying play world. This is shown to be partly true when the Other Parents tell her they know she’ll be back soon after she refuses the buttons - this time, to stay.

Third, the Other Mother commits atrocities that really should not have been in a book for anyone not fully grown up. She physically deforms the world around Coraline to slow her progress in their game beyond any mild traps the movie portrays, and, instead of turning the Other Father into the wandering pumpkin-thing seen in the film, she simply ceases to use him and throws his body away in the cellar, leaving him to rot with whatever bit of sentience he has left. She begins to lose her touch, as Coraline gains the upper hand. Her world doesn’t just become a nightmare - it falls apart completely. No creepy but oddly cool bug furniture here, just the house that now appears to be a child’s drawing. Whatever the Other Mother is (a beldame, but something tells me she’s much more ancient and powerful than that), she does not give half a hump about what she has to do to ensnare Coraline. Destroy the supporting characters of her twisted creation? Done. Allow herself to be dismembered to ruin Coraline’s life in the normal world? Not even gonna bat an eyelash.

On a final, personal note, imagine eight year-old me, ignored by my parents, absorbed in the story and identifying with Coraline from the start. Imagine me finishing this bloodcurdling book and immediately thinking of my basement, where there is still a locked door that my grandmother swears up and down is nothing more than a storage room, but has not once in my (or my mother’s) lifetime unlocked.

A decade later, at the Opening Night of the Coraline musical, I was sitting next to Morgan, Merilee’s youngest daughter, and told her how her not being scared had made the book happen. And she said “I was terrified. But I needed to find out what happened next. So nobody knew.”

[IMAGE ID: tweet from ‘freetofic’ reading:

“ADHD culture is not knowing:

-when to ask for help b/c ‘overwhelmed w/things to do’ is your normal, default state

-how to ask for help b/c you don’t even know how to describe what needs doing, so organizing the help would be more work than just doing it yourself”

Someone: With what?

It's just... like that a lot.

We can’t even categorize things properly. 

Is it urgent? Is it important? Is there a deadline? 

dunno

Everything feels Urgent, feels Important, and the deadline is either Now or Not Now and no in-between

Couple this with having no clue how long a task is supposed to take, even if you’ve done it dozens, hundreds, or thousands of times before, you don’t even know if you’re struggling to complete something on time, because you’re not sure if you’re on schedule or not? Which makes it so much harder to ask for help. 

“what do you need help with?” “how can I help” “what do you need me to do?” these all sound great, but uh.. now I am indecisive, and worried that I am overreacting to getting this done, maybe I am just lazy? Will you laugh at me if I ask you to do something that is simple for you to do, but difficult for me? 

The answer becomes “I don’t know” because we truly do not know. We sure as hell wish we did. But we don’t. 

I do find it is easier to write down everything that needs done. And then go over that list with a person. 

The person helping -- their job will be to group like tasks together, help you figure out what is Urgent, Important by separating them into Important AND Urgent, or Important BUT NOT Urgent. 

“What do you mean?” he asked. “But there’s a full stop as part of the question mark!”

She nodded gravely. “I know!” she said. “A lot of people find this confusing. But the speech tag belongs to the line of dialogue, it’s still part of the sentence, so it’s wrong to capitalise it.”

I’m a pilot, and thus like 85% of my friends are ALSO pilots and one of them is just this delightful older guy that named Bruce. Bruce is a man of simple pleasures, he likes mediocre bbq and to take his vintage J3 Piper Cub out like, every other week just to have the old girl not look so sad in the hangar. We also live about 30NM south of an air base and, according to him, there was a squad of fighter planes out and they wanted some guys to go up in their planes for intercept practice (with pay, obviously) so the guys could get real time practice looking for unfamiliar aircraft.

Bruce, a man who doesn’t need it but wants to say he flew with some fighter jets, takes them up on their offer and takes the old girl up for them. Now, if you’re unfamiliar with a J3, this thing is slow as shit. Like, horrendously slow. And there was a decent headwind that day blowing in off the coast and Bruce gets the brilliant idea that he’s going to do something they can’t. So Bruce turns that old cub into the wind and just flies slow enough that he’s genuinely flying BACKWARDS and the next thing he knows are these three jets screaming past him, wings wobbling something fierce as they’re all about to stall, and the pilots yelling over the radio like “How are you DOING THAT” 

I’m so exited to share my first clothing designs with you guys!

Please don’t repost & please tag me if you post pics of you wearing any of them!