#Jezebel the Cat
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captainpirateface · 9 months ago
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Missing my kitties who have left us...
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goryhorroor · 11 months ago
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the best/questionable little (and one big) kitties in horror cinema
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emimii · 7 months ago
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um um um @toki-toro oc jezebel… bcuz i like g..gir.,.ls maybe
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puppy-stevee · 2 years ago
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the "eddie feeds trailer park raccoons" posts made me remember my tags on this post so i cleaned them up and made this ✨ also on ao3
wayne takes him hunting one season and while eddie doesn’t particularly enjoy waking up before the sun and bundling himself in camouflage and traffic cone orange on a saturday, he does enjoy a good homecooked meal made with meat you hunted yourself. makes him feel good about what’s going into his body (though you’ll never hear him pass up burger king, especially if someone else is paying.)
eddie’s got himself a hefty prize pile going in the sled they brought, made up of smaller game.
(he’s only a little disappointed it isn’t deer season.)
wayne’s grumpy about it and says eddie’s got an advantage because of his age and his eyesight being better. normally, they’d be in the woods from sunup to sundown, but wayne’s gotta work the next day, a rare day shift, so they call it quits around three pm. wayne gets his last shot in and he goes to pick the animal up, lamenting the lack of a retriever dog as his knees crack and pop, when he hears a rustling in a nearby tree trunk.
ah shit.
a tiny, furry grey head pops up and wayne doesn’t figure it’s old enough to fend for itself yet. he motions for eddie with a flick of his fingers and puts them to his lips. he drops the body in the sled as eddie scruffs the raccoon kit and lifts it from the tree so it doesn’t put up a fight and scratch or bite him. they’re strapped for cash enough as it is and rabies shots are expensive.
“what do we do with it?” he asks, holding the thing up to eye level. it can’t be more than a couple months old, still completely dependent on its mother for survival.
wayne sighs and starts packing their gear. “got a buddy who works at the rehab center. we’ll take it there and see if they can do anything.”
the drive there, eddie keeps the little thing tucked into his coat. the middle of january still brings cold snaps and snow and the animal is shaking despite its thick winter fur. eddie thinks it’s kind of cute.
they were right about the raccoon’s age; around three months, wayne’s buddy estimates from her weight. she’s a female, which delights eddie for a reason he can’t explain. after she’s got her shots, he tells them that, legally, they need a permit to keep her, but since he and wayne go back a ways, he can let a few things slide.
so they go home and dig out an old cage to keep her in until she stops growling and hissing at them when they get close to her. she lives off a diet of eggs mixed in milk and has to be bottle fed. it’s eddie’s favorite part of the day because he gets to hold her and he thinks she’s getting used to it because she stops trying to squirm out of his arms and doesn’t bite him as often. (there's a photo on the fridge of eddie covered in ban-aids and holding her in one arm, giving the camera a thumbs up with the other, a giant grin on his face. 'progress!' is written on the bottom.)
he calls in a favor to nancy and asks if her mom has any of holly’s baby clothes and she is rightfully curious.
“it’s for a raccoon.”
“….right.”
he dresses her up and thankfully, nancy brings diapers (he doesn’t ask how awkward that particular shopping trip was) because the baby has started treating the trailer like her bathroom and wayne’s already threatened to throw her back out into the woods if he has to clean up another mess. so she walks around the place in her little onesie and diaper like the little trailer park princess she is and everyone knows who she belongs to. max has already claimed the spot for cool aunt.
eddie has to stop himself from buying a secondhand stroller.
unfortunately, he's spent the last couple weeks so caught up in the thrill of being a single parent, he forgets that he’s not actually single at all.
steve pulls into the trailer park on a cold, cloudy day and before he can even get a foot out the car, he’s greeted by a raccoon wearing a pastel pink onesie with white lace frills that’s clearly meant for a human baby. he blinks down at it, visibly confused, and looks around to see where it came from.
the trailer door suddenly opens and his boyfriend is yelling with all the energy of an exasperated parent, hands on his hips and a dish rag thrown over one shoulder, a baby bottle in one hand,
“jezebel munson, you get your furry little hind end back inside this trailer right now!”
as if the raccoon understood, it toddles toward the porch steps and eddie moves aside to let it pass, pointing inside. “straight to the couch, little missy!”
steve slowly follows behind her and stops at the last step, watching as the animal climbs a jerry-rigged set of steps next to the couch.
“eddie. what the hell.”
eddie turns to grin down at him, hands still on his hips. "we're parents now, stevie! meet your daughter, jezebel.”
steve can only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose before accepting his fate and going inside for father daughter bonding time.
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murdleandmarot · 6 months ago
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@toki-toro *emerges from the woods with sticks in my hair* Hiya :D!!
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bigboobshaunt · 2 months ago
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Assorted good pics of the gals
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millenari · 2 months ago
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tailoringtay · 1 year ago
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He's laying with his neck exposed. She's watching from a shadow. Slowly the assassin crept closer. Slowly she narrowed the distance. Stopped. Stood over him with eyes gleaming sharp and wild. His head was tilted back. His throat was right there.. She leaned down cautiously. Watchful of Tay possibly stirring. And then -- she put her teeth around the front. No pressure. Just warm saliva, and hot breath over his trachea. Bone mask obscuring her face. Why? It was too tempting.. It beckoned. She had to do it.
...... for science.
He didn't react to her approach. And, even as her teeth closed around his throat, he hardly stirred at all.
There was only a shift of his head, bangs falling haphazardly over his face as it angled to the left.
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That, as well as a low, rumbling hum.
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tampon-on-the-sidewalk · 2 years ago
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More Butterbel for your viewing pleasure
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katieodoodle · 2 years ago
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Hello! I'm Koob and I'm new at this.
I've started this account to motivate myself to create and share more of my art as well as to reach out and interact with a wider community. I've been feeling stuck for a little while and am hoping this can be a cool, new outlet!
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captainpirateface · 9 months ago
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I miss this beautiful little Angel so much.
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rahbid · 2 years ago
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TARGET   :   GORDON, JIM. LOCATION   :   @batcaller​​​ ASSIGNMENT   :   cell phone headcanons.    
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- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone  ...   🐁. - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone  ...
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- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone   ...   you know the music that plays when tom and jerry get into a chase sequence? that or where in the world is carmen sandiego. she thinks she’s very funny. - my muse’s last text to your muse   ...   Miss me?
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dysphorie · 2 years ago
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contritecactite · 1 year ago
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Right now while the seasons are changing, there's about a solid hour of the morning during which I can't use my desk because the glare is too strong (sunlight from a window too high/awkward to cover). But you know who loves it? These guys.
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They haven't quite recovered from being left with my old boss for a couple of months, and I don't think they ever will, but at least here they'll be safe from—oh. Oh no.
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c4rdsharp · 2 years ago
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@rahbid liked for a starter !
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“ my apologies, miss. “
Luck waved a hand to clear away the drifting plaster and dust – an all - too familiar consequence of the life he lived. Something clattered loudly behind him. He wasn’t sure what. It sounded a little like wood. Perhaps one of the shelves had finally caved in after that loudhouse of a spectacle. If there was any glass left after all that gunfire, it was broken now.
at least none of the patrons were severely injured.
Most of them had run out the second those men pulled out their guns, but there were a couple of stragglers still left even after the din had died down. It wasn’t that long of a fight – yes, they were taken by surprise, but Luck’s men acted quickly and, within seconds, the responsible gunmen were now being carried below the establishment. The incident was no more than the usual – years spent dealing with turf wars had led to banality with this excitement. What was more troublesome was dealing with the aftermath.
i could pretend that i'm irked by the professional inconvenience it causes us, but really . . .
He just never liked dragging civilians into their gang disputes. So, that is why he’s here now, apologizing to the young woman who had been minding her business upon entering. Thankfully, her and none of the other remaining patrons had noticed Luck take injury during the skirmish. If they had, they would’ve been wondering why he had not a single drop of blood on him anymore. None of his own, at least.
“ if i had known such an attack was to be coming, we would’ve kept our establishment closed. we will remunerate half of your drinks, if any, and also cover any medical bills you may need. if you are injured, i can direct you to the nearest medical office. please refrain from talking about this incident with anybody, especially the police. you’ll get caught in more trouble than it’s worth. “
Some of that was a threat, but Luck was too tired to really put much emphasis on it. Has he really lived so long to no longer care how others perceive him?
“ if there is anything you require, please let me know. “
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bigboobshaunt · 5 months ago
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LOAF 3 COMBO
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