#12 weeks old

[riley-coyotl]

Also enjoy: puppy sleeping on a pumpkin

[jacobboo]

my cat Dino :3

[pinksiamese]

they love each other

[stmmumblr]

Hi sorry for not updating here! Everything is going great BH.

S is growing so nicely. And super amazing, last night she slept from 10 till 5:30! And so did I! Honestly Z's sleep was a nightmare, she didn't sleep for more than 2 hours at a time until she was 10 months old, and still kept waking up twice a night for months after. I was a zombie.

It's so incredibly cute and fulfilling watching Z play with S. She's decided to play doctor with her and it's so so so cute. She still gets upset at us for being allowed to hold her all the time and feels left out sometimes, but it's getting better.

[superbuffpottpine]

guys last year my cat boo got really sick and i had to put her down. i knew i could never replace boo, and didn't even want a cat for a long time.

well, late last month my boyfriend and i got a kitten, and my heart has never been more full.

i love her so much. i tell her about her big sister all the time. she's really lighten up my life

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[alicornze7]

Ribbun week - Day 5: Angst

Angst…? Good ending

This is a continuation of the day 2 prompt

It’s somehow more angsty than a drawing from the day literally called “angst”

[premamelody]

lord, give me one more chance

[s0undsinmyhead]

If I see one more “they’re platonic soulmates 🥹🥰” comment on a tagged Caryl post I’m gonna go Carol on these mfs.

If you don’t ship it move on. Creeps. Only thing worse is when they follow up with “she’s like his mother. They have a mother-son relationship.” Wtf show are you watching?! They’re the same age??? Carol has adopted many children. None of them were a middle aged man named Daryl who she flirts with a dreams about being married too.

[heavensincarnate1111]

i can’t wait to be on the frontlines defending annabeth for the rest of the show because i can already see the hate she’ll get because of the way she treats tyson in som and her behavior in botl… I CAN SEE IT NOW AND I DONT LIKE IT!!

as a card carrying member of the annabeth chase defense militia it is my duty to make sure everyone understands that although annabeth’s misplaced anger wasn’t okay, it was very much justified in both som and botl

like yall CANNOT tell me you would be 100% accepting and on board with a dude who’s apart of the species that got your friend killed… like if a big ass spider bites your friend and they get super sick, you wouldn’t really mess with spiders like that either! (i hope yall get the little reference in that analogy)

AND AS FOR BOTL: imagine you’ve spent the better part of your life longing and waiting for a quest so that you can prove to not only everyone around you but your mother that you’re worthy and you are MORE than just a sidekick, and you finally get that damned quest… and everything goes fucking wrong. and THEN the girl who your best friend and long time crush is spending time with takes over your quest like it’s nothing.

in fact annabeth is better than me because i would’ve had a breakdown that rivaled even zeus’ worse temper tantrums i won’t even lie to you all

TLDR: annabeth chase is innocent your honor!!!!

[evignonita]

i want to write a pasnerv fanfic

[riley-coyotl]

Another rainy day at the park

[shannonsketches]

Thinking about how Toriyama wrote an Entire Plot centering around how Vegeta has spent the last seven years learning how to be happy and comfortable with his family on Earth and how he loves his wife so much that being Gently Reminded that he loves his wife was enough to pull him out of a violent midlife crisis and made him such a powerful guardian of Earth that Heaven broke its own rules just to put him back in that position

and Toei was like 'okay but in the sequel to that plot their marriage is terrible and he's never home'

[porrigens]

i lab her

[bunnies-and-sunshine]

12 week old bunnies!

Naomi next to an 18 inch ruler…

And little fun-sized Amos!

Thanks for visiting the blog and we hope you all have a great weekend!  We'll be back with more bunny cuteness on Monday.

[warriorcatsofficialfacts]

i don't post that often anymore but just so we're all clear this blog is run by a he/it trans fag and if you have an issue with that i Will stab you