Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]
For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.
Beautiful.
Now I’m crying thanks
and a new cat was hired right?
yep! her name is Nitama (essentially ”second tama” or “tama II”) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy
she works very hard
Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.
I think I reblog this every time it comes up. I make paper stars and sometimes it does make me feel better
i never knew how to make paper stars, so i looked up for tutorials on youtube.
when i’m lonenly, which is translated to most of the time, i make them; green, yellow, pink, blue, white, purple.
and, believe me, it’s kind of a relief to make them. not only for the colors and cute shape, but also for the fact that the time i spend makin them i am entertained and don’t have to think about my loneliness anymore.
i learnt how to make them like two months ago, by the way. and i have made over 300.
it’s awesome.
I’ve been wanting to see this story again.
This is for everyone. Guys, girls, both, neither, and more.
When you’re upset, make a star. When you’re stressed, make a star. I make them in school when the teacher yells at our class for being lazy or dumb. I make them at home when I’m in my room, wishing someone would notice my feelings and give me comfort. I’ve always made them with whatever I had around, and write a number on each and every one because its therapeutic. I can see how far I’ve come and how many times I haven’t given up.
Right now I’m at around four-hundred and seventy, and it really puts everything into a perspective.
Thats four hundred and seventy times that I could’ve given up. I’ve gotten pretty close on some of them – scarily close, but every one of those stars is a reminder to keep pushing forward, because I wake up every day and on my dresser is a box full of stars, and when I’m happy I think of how far I’ve come.
I think this idea should be passed around as much as possible. Its calming and distracting from and panic I feel. It gives me something methodical to do: Fold here. Fold there. Crease that line. There you go, Create. Produce. Make something solid and focus on it. Make another if you need to. Write a number. Fill up the jar, box, drawer.
And when you’re breaking and feel everything crashing down, you can look at your stars and think:
“See? I made it through alright. I can give it another go.”
Im on my bed at midnight thinking, holy shit, Rick Riordan actually did that.
I started reading the PJO books when I was in elementary school. My favorite character was Nico di Angelo. I loved him with all my heart bc besides loving characters with tragic pasts (which tbh, so many to choose from in the series, but Bianca’s death REALLY hit it for me) I was just super excited to see where his character would go.
I remember making my mom drive me to Target BEFORE school so I can fucking go get the House of Hades. I remember reading the book non-stop through the entire day. I didnt carr about classes, what was homework? Friends? They didnt exist that day.
Point is, I finished the book in about a day.
And I know that not everyone likes the way the situation was brought up, but
the moment Nico admitted having a crush on Percy?
I was fucking dead.
No way.
No way.
No way did one of my favorite characters from one of my favorite book series say that.
That didn’t happen. Never in all my years of reading did anything like that happen, because authors always, ALWAYS chose the ‘safe’ route and the guy always gets a girl or the girl always gets a guy. I mean, at that point of my life I was B O R E D of reading YA novels or series bc it was always like that, no matter how much false hope I put into it and I was only freaking starting high school (or ending middle school, I dont really remember).
It made me so unbelievably happy.
Not only that. I thought “okay, so that happened. It’s not going to be adressed anymore.”
Nah fam, years later, my boy’s got himself a boyfriend.
Look, that moment was definitely something that made the PJO/HOO series become so inportant to me? Its been YEARS and I still wont stop talking to people about these books.
It was the first time I ever saw an LGBT character in a book/series that wasn’t made to be focused on that subject. And that’s what I’ve always wanted. Sure, Nico isn’t the main character, but it made me so happy and made so much difference for me.
Im currently STILL looking for books where the main character is LGBTQ+, but that not being the main focus. A girl who has to save the world and goes on adventures (oh and she happens to be gay, so there MIGHT be a love interest, who knows.) Something like that.
Like, I love Harry Potter, with all my fucking heart, but that moment is the reason PJO/HOO will always hold the position of #1 in my heart just by a little bit.
And I’m glad I was reading the series and it came out, bc if it was any other way, I sint think the moment would have been as special. Finding out for myself was part of the good part.
Theres such a difference in “oh, I heard this show/book/movie has an LGBTQ+ character so im gonna read/watch it”- bc you already expect that to happen -and “I’ve been reading this book/watching this bc some Other thing caught my attention and OH THIS IS ACTUALLY A THING” bc you’ve already bonded with these character in certain way and they’re special to you for other reasons as well.
Point is:
– there is an 84% chance I am always thinking about PJO/HOO
-After 5 years, I seriously can’t believe I actually went through that, it was amazing
-I’m literally still always on the look out for books where being LGBT isn’t the central point of the book, but a character in it happens to be (hopefully someone understands what that means bc im bad at explaining things)
neurotypicalellie 