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this is the money cat. reblog in 30 seconds and you will find yourself with more wealth
#this is the only money cat i will reblog because it’s actually doing the manekineko pose151,646 notes (via lolwhutninja)
OMG YOU’RE RIGHT
and it has its right paw up! the correct paw for this.
and from the markings on its ears, it looks like it might be a calico cat. which is the luckiest kind!extremely lucky cat
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T'reka stood, arms akimbo and wing-feathers out, as the supervising technician made certain all of her straps were on correctly and snugly.
“Remember, DO NOT FLAP,” the technician reminded her above the engine noise of the Flight Machine. “This pack has its own glider-wings, and any flapping on your part will disrupt the steering mechanisms and put you in the ocean!”
“Understood!” T'reka chirped.
“We’re going to drop you in five.”
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
The doors beneath the pack that held her in straps dropped away.
The Flight Machine jumped away from her and wind rushed in her ears.
T'reka fought the urge to flap by increasing her grip on the shoulder straps and sinking her toe-talons into the canvas of the pack. She made her analytical mind take over for the descent.
The Flying Engine’s rapid ascent was an illusion caused by the pack’s bulk and apparent solidity in a rapidly-changing environment.
The apparently-ascending ground should not terrify and, though she felt the urge to slow her descent, she knew she must not.
The pack’s own wing should be deploying any moment now.
Any moment… now!
She fought terror by attempting to analyse the geography of her soon-to-be home.
Better-be home.
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I don’t have enough to afford to scratch my butt.
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There was a stall selling icons, on the way back to her home/farm. Most of them were of the Saviour doing miraculous things. Calling down yellow rain on the Tu'att. Making the walls bleed. All the miracles that had happened both before and after the Othersiders came.
One stood out.
The Saviour blessing a little girl in a gold sheath. Pointing to the angel of death and making that angel shrink away.
Except…
The way it was posed…
It almost looked like Sahra was blessing the Saviour.
Ma paid more for it than it was probably worth and ran all the way home with it clutched tight to her chest. Sahra never talked about her secret work, unless it was figuring out what to do with her rat patrol.
Her fellow rats were clever. They’d have worked it out.
Sahra did all the miracle-ing. With their help. Ali the Saviour was just a handy figurehead.
And Sahra liked it that way.
Ma put the little icon in her bedroom. So she’d wake up and see it every morning.
Sahra. The story of Sahra braving Death’s Gate, only to find that the angel of death had shrunk away.
Ma had no doubt that the true story was far messier.
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