#and she’s the sweetest cuddliest girl

[radyrkalv]

new kitty :))

[friendofcars]

sofie turns three today!

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 109

Geralt is a witcher. Cats tend to distance themselves from witchers. Sometimes Geralt wonders what cats are like. So one day he asks. "Cats are lovely. Beautiful little sweethearts." The old woman who owns the inn says to him. "Cats are annoying varmints, always yowling in the middle of the night when they're in heat, they SCREAM their little heads off, can't catch a wink of sleep with them around!" A man passing by him in the market complains, with the anger of someone who has clearly thought about this a lot. "My cat isn't the biggest fan of being touched, but she's a good girl. Catches the mice." "They're evil little hellions, nothing compared to dogs. Don't even like their owners." "I'd like 'em a whole lot more if my way of living wasn't being a fisherman. They climb in at night and steal my best catches." "They're adorable!" "My cat is the cuddliest sweetest snuggliest little kitty to ever live, I think. Nobody will ever love me as much as he loves me." "My friend has a kitten! She already knows to chase the feathers we wave in front of her! I hope she still plays when she grows up." Opinions are varied in the town, but the majority seem to love them. He wants to know what they're like, not if they are liked. He sits down with a friendlier townie one afternoon and asks in detail what cats are like. What's great about them, what's bad about them, what do they like, what do they hate, what can they do, what have they done? The more she describes cats, however, the more Geralt can't help but be reminded of Jaskier. "They're playful. They love making noise and chasing things."

"Geralt, please, can't I play my lute? It's been fourteen whole minutes of SILENCE! Let me play a song!" "Why do you stay?" "Maybe I just like following you, Geralt. It's nice only having to pay for half of everything, after all."

"They're moody little things. Cats will want to cuddle you one second, and be left alone the next, and if you can't read their mind, they'll give you an annoyed little pouty face, as if you were meant to know better!"

"Geralt, do you mind if I...?" "If you what?" "Sit here?" "...My lap?" "That is where I'm sitting, yes. May I?" "...Mm." "Great thanks!~" "Geralt, you pissing idiot! I can't believe you! Don't touch me! Don't even look at me! How could you do something so so so SO stupid!?" "This is my job, Jaskier." "And apparently sewing up your arm is mine!" "I can take care of it." "Oh, I'm meant to just trust the man who went off and got mauled by a werewolf, then?"

"They enjoy a good sleep. Cats nap more than my old man, if you can believe it. They love comfort and luxury."

"Geralt, can't we stay at an inn? It's been so long." "Can we rest? Just for a bit? Pleaaaase? I want a nap. Don't I deserve it?" "Geralt, not to be ungrateful, but I think sleeping on the dirt would be better than this inn. Don't tell me you're making us sleep here. There's probably snakes nesting in the pillows."

"But at the same time, they love the grittiest bits of the outdoors. Chasing rabbits through tunnels, climbing trees after a songbird- My childhood cat used to dive in the swamp to catch frogs."

"Geralt, taking a shortcut through the bog is the easiest way to get to the competition in time! Now hurry along! Either I cross the bog alone, or you come with me!" "Geralt, I went looking for potion ingredients while you were skinning the deer!" "Geralt, are you going to cut the damn thing's head off or what? Wait, darling, are you alright? Are you hurt? Let me do it-"

"They sometimes bring you dead critters because they want to feed you. It's oddly very endearing."

"Geralt, I bought you some honey buns!" "I found some lovely cakes, do you want one, Geralt? You haven't eaten at all today." "I- I killed it. It was coming straight for you and I panicked. Am I bleeding? I can't quite tell because of the adrenaline, so am I bleeding or not, Gerelt? Can you tell me? Are YOU bleeding? Did I get it in time?" "I got so many tips last time I played, Geralt, you can get a bigger meal."

"They get themselves into trouble a lot, though. Places they shouldn't be, things they shouldn't touch, things they shouldn't eat."

"Geralt, I didn't mean to cause all of this. I'm sorry." "It's nothing, Jaskier. I'm just glad you're unharmed." "...Um... Geralt? Can you let go of my wrists now?" "Don't. Touch. Anything. The plant's spines are poisonous." "Jaskier, spit it out! SPIT IT OUT! I told you to stop fucking eating things in Yennefer's place" "Then why was it colored like a nice candy?"

"When they're scared or angry, they can make a right mess out of you. Don't let their cuteness fool you, they can do some damage."

"What else was I supposed to do, Geralt?" "Not punch him!" "He said you were a monster!" "I am!" "Do you want me to punch YOU?" "Geralt, I lost my dagger. It was in one of the bandits we chased away." "Geralt, will you teach me how to use a sword? Nothing fancy, just how to kill something."

"But above all, they're loyal, and loving. Ever so lovely. They'd die for you, if you treated them nice enough." "Thank you for telling me. I.. Have to go." Geralt stammers out, racing away to the inn he left Jaskier in. "Oh, hello, Geralt. Did you find a contact?" And Geralt yanks him close, and hugs him. He should try kissing him one of these days. Either way, Geralt won't mourn for the cat he can never have, for he has a Jaskier, and it's close enough.

[gigi-loveless]

Fem!reader cuddling Hazel? 💕

Because Hazel would be like... cuddliest person alive.

oh ABSOLUTELY

reqs are open!!

listen to hazels spotify here ☕︎᭡.ೃ࿔*:･

❀ hazel is such an affectionate person, she just has so much love to give and must show it in every way possible

❀ and let’s be real, the people she surrounds herself with besides the fight club girls aren’t very affectionate, let alone supportive of hazel in the first place

❀ so she gives everything she has into you, which of course you can’t complain, she’s just too damn adorable

❀ once you guys get settled in at her house, she’s immediately tangling her legs in yours, your head laying on her chest. you know hazel gets really anxious in public, so you often provide her comforting pressure while cuddling

❀ she also loves stimming with your hair, she’s even learned how to braid from it, becoming more advanced every day and attempting new techniques and styles

❀ and of course she insists you talk about your day before hers, she wants to know every detail, all the gossip

❀ but regardless, she’s always mindlessly touching you, whether it be your hair, hands, shoulders, etc.

❀ despite her timid nature, she’s never shied away from making sure you’re feeling loved physically

❀ oh yes, how could i forget? swatting her hand away with your pencil when she attempts to lure you away from your studying, back into her arms

❀ and inevitably giving in because how could you possibly resist her?

❀ but seriously this girl respects you so much and gives every ounce of love she has to you, like literally waits on you like a princess and is so incredibly caring and attentive towards you

❀ looking a little pale? she’s got you wrapped in a blanket while making you pasta

❀ feeling anxious? she pops on your favorite show and holds you

❀ she’s just the sweetest, you can’t help but find solace in her arms after any kind of day you’ve had

[lioneliness-etc]

The bat fam if Bruce had them as infant babies 🥺

Dick: the sweetest cuddliest little guy but would have the most ear-splitting temper tantrums. When he is upset it feels like the foundations of the manor are Quaking.

Jason: Bruce has to read like 10 picture books to him every night to get him to fall asleep. He was perfect up until he became a toddler and just never learned how to listen to ANY rules or commands.

Tim: impossible to get him sleep. Bruce and Alfred both run ragged on sleep deprivation. Extremely adorable and extremely manipulative with it. Somehow always looked like he is scheming something…

Duke: he’s his own nightlight. Has the most normal sleep schedule of all the babies. A little hyperactive and unhinged during the daytime, but has the cutest big baby smile so he gets away with it.

Cassandra: never cries.She’s Bruce’s precious baby girl who has never done anything wrong, don’t listen to anyone who says otherwise.

Damian: the grumpiest baby alive. Came into the the world with the attitude of a fussy old man and ready to pick a fight. They all have scars from him teething. However his perpetual pouty face is so cute that people can’t help but laugh.

Stephanie: not Bruce’s baby but an absolute terror at the local playground. Play dates with the bat boys always spiral into chaos but the kids all love her so she’s always around.

Babs also comes over for plenty of play dates.

The most chaotic era is when half are toddlers and half are still babies (Dick is like 5). There are toys all over the manor and Bruce has never been happier or more exhausted in his life.

[georgiapeach30513]

Sweet Silver Linings, Part 3

Summary:  you and Curtis are struggling

Pairings:  Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  mentions of D/s dynamics, mentions of bondage, mentions of biting, mentions of spanking, toy play, butt plug, nipple clamps, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.2K

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“Ugh!” Doll looks down the couch at her husband who was peacefully rubbing her exhausted feet when Curtis’ groans of distress ring through their house. “No! You piece of,” he takes a deep breath, throwing the piece of paper he was working into the floor with the other discarded ones, and starting to draw again.

Doodle pokes his nose on his mama’s belly, and gives his tail a wag, looking upstairs. “Yes, Doodle, I think you need to go check on Uncle Curtis. He seems a bit…”

“Oh my god!”

“Distressed. And if he’s distressed then I’m distressed, and if I’m distressed this sweet girl is, and…”

“Doodle, buddy boy, sissy can not be distressed, tell Curtis to come here instead of,” another growl has Doodle’s face looking up at the stairs instead of wanting to nuzzle Doll. “Go, buddy, tell him he needs to come down here and explain himself.”

Doodle wanders up the stairs, and nudges the door open with his nose. His sweet demeanor gives Curtis puppy dog eyes. “They told you to come up here, didn’t they? I’m fine!” He shouts down at his brother and sister in law.

“Curtis Howard Everett, you come down here this instant!”

“Ooh! She full named you,” Curtis groans again, grabbing his sketch pad as he trudges downstairs. “She’s getting practice, but Cozy girl will never need to be full named. She’s going to be the sweetest, cuddliest…”

“Curtis, what cha got?” Doll says, reaching a hand out to the notebook. “Come here, show me what you got.”

“It’s nothing,” he hands over the scribbled on paper, sighing. “I just can’t get it right.”

“Coco,” she smiles, looking up from the paper. “This…this is for her, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. For the shop.”

“You can’t get it right because you want it to be perfect for her?” He nods his head, and she gets the biggest tears in her eyes.

“No! Why are you crying?” Hayden gets excited, sitting up and moving to her side. “You’re smiling. Why is she smiling?”

“This is the sweetest thing ever.”

“I’m sweet,” Hayden was clearly the baby of his family. Always needing to be center of attention.

“You really like her, huh?” Doll sweetly asks, placing a hand on his cheek. “Like really really like her?”

Curtis takes a moment, but nods his head. He liked you a lot. Hardly knew you, but he was falling. There was something under the surface that he just couldn’t quite get to, but he was falling so hard, and it was frustrating. There was no reason for him to be falling. None whatsoever. But here he was trying to make you something perfect and it just didn’t work.

“Yeah, I really like her. I have so many questions, but I want her to let me in. I’m right there. She talks to me unprompted. Her dog loves me. I can tell. Teeny loves me. Teeny? This girl is so precious she named a giant St. Bernard, Teeny. He’s her emotional support dog, isn’t he?”

“Curtis, Bubs is one of the most precious people I’ve ever met. She’s had a lot happen in her life. She wants to love so hard. I think that’s why she’s standoffish. She’s scared. And if you knew…you would get it, but that's not my story. What I will say, if she’s letting you in, that’s a good thing. She doesn’t take that lightly. She keeps new people at a distance. Thinks she’s bad luck. But this…you’re wanting to simplify her life, and I don’t think anyone has ever done that. She complicates her life, and her brain is always going in different directions. But….this…this is perfect. She’ll love this.”

“It’s not perfect,” Curtis reaches over, grabbing the notebook from his sister in law. This had gotten complicated for no reason. He didn’t want things to be like this. But he would do whatever it took for you to be comfortable with him. “She’s perfect, and I can't compete with that.”

“Then don’t,” Hayden shrugs his shoulders, wrapping an arm around his wife. “Take it from a man that found someone who was perfect. You can’t duplicate them. You can’t give them the perfect scenarios all the time. You can’t do everything. This is what you can do,” he gives a point to his brother’s early drafts of the cabinet. “Instead of trying to make something perfect, make it functional. Let it capture what you know her personality to be. Make her life easier at her store. But you can’t recreate perfection. You’re wasting time on doing that, instead of spending time with her. That’s the point of this to keep you more around her. Then there ya go. This is what you do.”

“I’m not perfect, Haydes.”

“That’s all you got from that, seriously, woman?”

“Haydes is right,” Hayden gives a proud smile at his brother, making sure Curtis heard Doll say that Hayden was right. “You’re thinking too hard. Let things flow, and happen. Spend time with her. If she agreed to this, she wants you there. It’s okay to be a bit nervous. You do have a school boy crush.”

“So you think this draft is okay?” Both Hayden and Doll smile, nodding that it was. “Okay. Okay. I’m just going to let things happen then.”

“Exactly. Let them happen!”

“So, Curtis, tell me why you still think it’s necessary for you to come here?” Doc puts her pen and paper down. Laying her hands in her lap as she stares at the man across from her.

“Well, before it was trying to work through my feelings of losing Jessie, and believing it was my fault. Then it was the fear of doing what I always wanted to do. I want to help people. Not in the way that my dad and brother do, but a more approachable way. Therapy is great, but not everyone has the means for it, you know?”

“Your book is completed, is it not?”

“Uh,” he rubs the back of his neck. Technically it was. And it was picked up by a publishing company. But was anything ever really completed? He had a life’s mission. “Yeah, I guess. But…Doc, I think something is wrong with me.”

“How so?”

“Have you ever had a fear of something?”

“Do we not all fear something?”

“But I mean something that is good and fun, and so fucking satisfying.”

“What do you mean?” She fidgets her fingers a bit, thinking about reaching over for her notebook, but Curtis did better without it. He liked eye contact, and it was almost eerie how much he liked it.

“Sex.”

“Oh, I did not see that answer coming. How long has it been since you last had sex?” It was a shame that Curtis didn’t have to actually think about how long it had been. He knew exactly how long it had been. Exactly how each and every day and drug by that he had felt a woman to hold and protect.

“Well over a year.”

“Good looking guy, sweet, confident.”

“I don’t need you to tell me my positive attributes. I have women that hit on me constantly. I lack the response to want to interact with them,” because there was only one, and you weren’t one to pick up on any flirting. He wanted you. No one else. Just you.

“Why?” Curtis was a fascinating patient. He just needed an outside person to talk to, but for the most part he could talk himself to an answer. He just needed someone to listen to him. Especially after dealing with his guilt over Jessie.

“Seeing my sister in law in that place,” he breaks his eye contact to look out into the distance. Remembering the unease he felt about her being at the club. “It was these two men constantly bickering about whose dick was going to get wet by her. They knew without knowing what they were doing. She just needed physical touch. They were passing her around like she was nothing but a fleshlight, just wet skin. Neither one acknowledged how hurt she was and she was using sex to think people loved her.”

“This is all about your sister in law. How do you fit in?”

“I’m getting there. I saw it. Saw her walk out of the chapel, walking funny, and this dead look in her eyes. Only to have some other man needing to use her, and she always left with him. She was this ball of depression, and I took too long to intervene. I saw the older one constantly walking behind her, and grabbing her over her clothes, whispering how her cunt was his. She was just property to him. The other one cared, but didn’t see how she was being used by him either.”

Curtis holds his hand up to Doc, stopping her from asking a question. He was about to make his point. “The one would whisper in her ear, ‘You know who your daddy is, and you know who you belong to.’ And every time I saw a piece of her die. I didn’t know that type of relationship could harm someone.”

“That type of relationship?”

“You know,” she shakes her head no, needing Curtis to elaborate. “A Dom and sub relationship.”

“Oh. Why would you think it harmed her?”

“It clearly did.”

“Maybe I should ask, why do you care if that type of relationship harmed her?”

“Umm…I don’t know. I guess…I guess it’s because that’s how I like things. And I see Doll and my brother, and they don’t have that, and they’re so happy. She calls him daddy, and while I know it’s more than him becoming a father, it’s not in this ownership type of way.”

“Hmm,” she smiles at him, realizing how confused he was in understanding that lifestyle. “What you were witnessing was a very unhealthy D/s relationship. Doll went along with that relationship because as you said, she needed to feel loved. Needed the attention. And she found negative attention. A man that used her vulnerable state and need for a daddy. In a healthy Dominate and sub relationship there are boundaries. Even ownership is fine if both parties agree to that. If they have their rules and their boundaries. You always have to have consent to these things.”

“But what if…I haven’t. But I enjoy a certain type of porn.”

“You mean the type of porn you watch is something you want to act out?” He nods his head, and looks away from her. Completely out of character for him. Curtis had a calming effect around him. But also kept up that eye contact.

“Okay, and what’s wrong with the type of porn you prefer?”

“It’s abusive.”

“How so?”

“Tying someone up. Smacking them. Punishment.”

“With boundaries that include a safe word, knowing your partner, and watching for physical cues, and even their verbal cues on when to stop is a safe way to enjoy extreme sex. It is best to have this type of relationship with someone you trust, and that trusts you. These types of relationships are about being vulnerable with someone. The ultimate trust is given to another person. Someone that will push their limits, but listen, watch, feel, and then in the end will take care of them. You can’t have one extreme without the other. Aftercare is a must in these relationships. They’re for both parties; the dominant and the submissive. Which is why you need an open conversation on what you want in this relationship. That doesn’t mean anything is wrong with you. This is normal, and more common than you realize.”

“How do you mean that?” The eye contact was back. No longer ashamed to look her in the eye. “So this is common? Like, having visions of tying someone up, and…punishing them is normal?”

“It’s a scene. It’s a controlled environment. Would you tie up anyone or punish them unwillingly?”

“No! No. No, I would never take complete control over someone.”

“So you’re saying with boundaries such as them agreeing to it, and giving you a way to know when they’ve had enough that is the only way you would punish someone?”

“Yes,” One syllable, and complete conviction. Curtis wouldn’t hurt anyone. “Why do you think I’m like that?”

Doc takes a deep breath. Both she and Curtis both know that time was nearing an end. “Sometimes it’s a lack of control in your own life. When there’s things we can’t control, you then want to find something that you can. Sometimes it’s because you have no outlet for your frustrations, and while you want to take them out on something or someone, you still want parameters and rules. The bigger question is why do you think that? Was it always there? Was there a break? Was it the porn you liked? A friend or girlfriend? Or was it the options I mentioned earlier? One thing I will say is there’s nothing wrong with you. You acknowledge you don’t want to hurt anyone, but there is an allure to the lifestyle. Make that be your homework. But I believe you want to get out of here early so you can set up to open the door. Do some self reflecting Mr. Everett. And I’ll see you next week.”

Curtis stands, leaning towards Doc to shake her hand, and heads towards the lobby. Waiting patiently for you. Just in case you needed help with the door, and if you didn’t, he was still going to help you. It was who he was, and you deserved to be treated like a princess. Most definitely you needed to be taken care of. Worshiped. And held until you weren’t afraid of your demons anymore. He wanted to do that for you because it’s what you deserved.

Seeing your little SUV pull in, and the big head of Teeny pop up made him even happier. You brought the puppy. And then you get out of your car. Coffee in tow, but also the bag he gifted you on your arm. And a leashed Teeny, so you were still in need of help.

He opens the door, and you don’t break contact with him. Even a small sliver of a smile, “Hi,” he nervously says, his eyes casting down your body for just a split second before ending on Teeny, “Hi to you, too.”

“Hey, Curtis,” you smile, pulling a bit on Teeny’s leash to head into Doc’s office.

The receptionist looks at Curtis with her mouth agape, and he nods his head with a smile. He got a hey and his name. You said his name. You said hey, but you said his name. You had said his name in public, and someone else heard it. She heard it, and she was still shocked.

“I’ll see you next week. Have a delightful rest of your day,” you had said his name. You said it and it was beautiful.

“I like Jacobean,” you almost shout at Curtis when he walks into the store. Armed with a notebook and a bag of things. “What is that?”

“I brought some wood samples with stain,” sitting down his things, you just know you’re going to feel like a complete idiot, but you didn’t care. It had to be said.

“I like cherry wood. It sounds cute, too. Jacobean stained cherry wood, no?”

“It sounds adorable,” he was beautiful. Gone was the jacket, when you first met him, and now short sleeves were exposing his thick sinewed arms. And every inch of his arms and most of his hands were covered in black ink, and you have to take a deep breath to not whimper.

Visions of him wrapping rope around your body, his bicep choking you while he thrusts into your abused cunt, “I’m sorry,” you pant. “Would you like some coffee?”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he smirks. Why did he look that damn hot with a crooked smile? Did he know what you were thinking? Did he know that you had fantasies of him biting on your shoulder right before he came? Could he have any idea the vile and depraved thoughts you had running through your head about him?

Could almost feel his hand spank your backside, and curse about how you were taking his cock like a filthy little slut. How he had you screaming out his name and begging him to let you come. “You like cream and sugar?”

“Nope, just black,” his smile. His smile was perfection. You can feel the indentions of his teeth on your skin. Can feel his teeth nibbling on your clit. “You, okay?”

“I’m fine. Just tired,” lying seemed like the obvious thing to do. Curtis would think you were a freak, and you liked having him here.

“Uhh…why don’t you close down for the day? I can start down here, if you don’t mind. At least it would get some preliminary work done, and I won’t be a burden. Since you know what you want, it won’t take me long to get the lumber. And just have it closed for renovations.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m going to do that. Here’s the key to the shop. Just remember to lock up when you’re done,” it was stifling the thoughts that were annoyingly racing through your head. How were you supposed to function like this? This was insanity. You needed to let it all out. Denying yourself the urge to get off wasn’t healthy.

Waiting at the top of the stairs for Curtis to lock up, you leave Teeny on the couch, and go into your bedroom. Into the walk in closet, and open up a drawer and grab out a dildo, and stick it into the middle of your bedroom floor. Staring at it as you grab a few more things. You would let yourself get some frustrations out. Curtis was not going to have this much power over your mind or your pussy.

It would be absurd to mention this to Curtis. You add nipple clamps to your tits, seething when the rush of pleasurable pain rushes through you, and you lube up a butt plug. Curtis did not control you. He was too nice. He didn’t need your baggage. He didn’t want your baggage. He deserved the world. He deserved to be worshiped. To be treated like a king, and you his…queen didn’t sound right.

You slink to your knees, letting the dildo split you open. “Princess,” you whine, starting to bounce on the toy. It didn’t feel the same. There weren't thick, tatted arms groping you. Forcing you on how to move.

You liked the sound of Princess. King Curtis. You were beneath him. And you wanted him to show you how he owned every part of you. Wanted him to use you like you were his property. Like you were nothing more than wet warm flesh. And even that aftercare that Doc had mentioned didn’t sound too bad if it was with Curtis. Waking up to him kissing over your tender muscles. If only. For now, you would torture yourself because you could never have a man like Curtis.

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Bracket 4 Round 1 Poll 13

Purrtia vs Amity the Calamity vs Heathcliff

PURRTIA

Purrtia showed up outside submitter's house one day in late 2016 crying and never left. Every day she’d cry and cry until they went out to sit with her for hours in the biting cold. Their mom didn’t want to bring her in because they had another cat who wasn’t friendly. One day they woke up after my mother and siblings had already left the house for work and school, and Purrtia was there, right at the bottom of the stairs! Submitter thought their mom had changed her mind, and they had a delightful day together. Alas, when their mom texted them back that afternoon it was to say that Purrtia must have snuck in when they left, and please put the cat back outside. They did end up adopting her, of course. They tried to sequester her in their bedroom, but she could open the door. They started calling her Houdini because no barrier could hold her. Purrtia is an indoor girl now. She’s the friendliest and most loving cat submitter has ever met. She comes running when they call, and always makes the most delightful “thud” when she jumps down from any height, because she is so huge.

PROPAGANDA

She's the cuddliest cat you've ever met, and her favorite thing is to clutch my arm to herself as if I were her emotional support human instead of the other way around.

AMITY THE CALAMITY

Black with a teeny white patch on chest and tummy. Constant blank stare, but really she's thinking of mischief

PROPAGANDA

HEATHCLIFF

orange and soo fat and the sweetest guy you ever met. he also had a permanently stuffy nose and sniffled like a beast but he was so brave about it every day. unfortunately this big man passed away in 2022 but he is in our hearts and souls forever

[rothjuje]

Justin is about to leave for 10 days. This is the longest he’s ever been away. Ugh.

His work trip is in Dallas. I’m insanely jealous. He gets to see our friends and old neighbors, and he gets to eat at our favorite spots. He wanted us to join, I just thought it would be too much with G&G, who don’t sleep in hotels or travel well. But dang, we should have gone just for the weekend. Regrets.

So many changes are taking place. The school year is wrapping up, Alyssa’s Celebration of Growth is tomorrow. The weather is heating up. I’m hanging out more with my kindergarten mom squad friends. I don’t know. I have big feelings about our first real summer here. Maybe I have some mild PTSD from last summer? I don’t know. The stress of it still makes me nauseous when I think about it. Ha! Maybe the move will be a traumaversary in my life now. Is that possible? Maybe, since the move from CA to TX broke my heart into a million little pieces and MA, while a definite upgrade, was still a small echo of that. Leaving friends and loved ones and places that felt like home and venturing into the great unknown. Sigh. It’s been crazy and fun and exciting and new and great but there have been times where I’ve felt alone, like I’ll never truly fit in here. But there are a bunch of transplants in my kindergarten mom squad and that has helped.

I’ve also met several moms with autistic kiddos. It’s nice to have a support system of people who get it. I used to have so much anxiety about his milestones and meeting kids older than him who eventually developed meaningful speech has been so nice. George has started to say some more meaningful words and phrases (“cracker” for Graham cracker, he refers to himself as “Georgie”, and he tells us “no” now when he doesn’t want to do something). He still says tickle and peekaboo when he wants to play and cheese when you take his picture. He’s getting there. He’ll get there. He’s the cuddliest, sweetest guy with the best disposition out of every kid I’ve ever met. I wouldn’t change him for one second, I just hope I get to hear about his interests some day.

Alyssa still wants to be both JoJo Siwa and a chef. Her favorite songs are Party in the USA and Shake it Off, she dances to them on repeat. I bet she would love Hannah Montana. She has poses now that she practices in the mirror and I honestly think she is perfect in every way. And very entertaining.

Gen is Gen. She is The Boss. Preschool two days a week next year will do her some good I think. The FCC classes are so great but they require parent participation and she rather be with me than her classmates, so her participation level is low. It will be so good for her to be with peers when mom isn’t there. She is so smart, she watches everything and everyone. She talks so much, and most of it sounds like a little grownup, she is very articulate. She is also fascinated by babies and batteries.

That’s pretty much it. Girls will do swim lessons, gardening class, and gymnastics this summer. George will have his IEP program for 3 hours M-Th. We’ll pack a picnic lunch, pick him up from school, and either head to the lake or playground for the afternoon. I’d love to wear them out every day and have early bedtimes. And it’s so much easier to parent outdoors. Weather is perfect here, TX you could really only enjoy the outdoors in the morning or evening, it will be nice to have all day to be outside.

[hyunsvngs]

OH MY GOD JUNO YOUR KITTY!! SHES SO CUTE HER LIL PAWS AND LIL BLEP IS SO PRECIOUS SHE LOOKS LIKE A PLAYFUL FUN KITTY

AAAA SHE MY BABY!!! her name is tinky like the tellitubby <3 her bday is april 1st and she is genuinely the love of my life.

just to tell u ab her personality… she loves to play!!! but she rarely gets playful bc she is so so old now. she’s 20 but has 0 health problems!! the vet says she will live for a WHILE lol. and and her fave ever thing to do is cuddle people <3 she loves to loaf on peoples chests, backs or wherever she can get to!!! she’s difficult to get off of you lol like even if you move her off she’s coming back on. she is genuinely the cuddliest sweetest girl ever <3

ANDDDD she meows so sweet n small n she purrs 24/7 too bc she is the happiest little girl <3 i wish u could all meet her

[mythgirlimagines]

I just want headcanons of a Danganronpa girl(maybe Kirumi so she actually rests) (Chiaki would be cute as well) falling asleep while cuddling with an alpha hisuian zoroark(this inspired my Alpha Zoroark on PLA who I imagine is the sweetest, most cuddliest boy)

cute!!

Chiaki Nanami:

Chiaki was already tired when Zoroark wanted some cuddles.

That was fine with her; she didn’t mind at all. Zoroark was so soft.

It wasn’t long before she fell asleep, quite content.

Kirumi Tojo:

Kirumi didn’t mean to actually fall asleep with Zoroark.

Rather, its fur was so soft that it kind of just soothed her.

She’d have to make up her missed work later…

[z-exo-l]

Random-Ass and Super Rare Personal Post

There’s no big reason for this. I/We’ve had several cats over the years, but I don’t know how much longer we’ll have our current count, and I wanted to commemorate them while they’re all here. Basically pet loss fucking sucks, and I’m feeling sappy. Also this is more for future-me than anything else, so sorry if this gets a little verbose.

The newest addition, Tinker. 1-2 years old.

I literally rescued him from a tree this past October but he officially became a part of our family in February. He’s long af, is very high energy, and likes to hop to places he doesn’t belong and open doors he shouldn’t.

This is Leo, 2-3 years old.

He’s the one that’s technically “my” cat. He’s really feisty and playful, and he doesn’t like to be held or carried. But he loves attention, especially lap time; and he likes it when I cup my hand under his head while he sleeps. He also loves french fries, and dangling string toys.

This is Barney, aka Barnabas. 7 years old, and no, he and Leo aren’t related, shockingly.

He’s the snuggliest, cuddliest, sweetest boy you’ll ever meet. As long as you’re holding him he’s tolerant of most any position you put him in. He has a penchant for stealing seats and trying to pilfer sips of tea, he’s very inquisitive, and is prone to fits of jealousy. He stands up and stretches tall for pets, particularly when you’re making coffee, and he has a really cute, almost effeminate meow. Also, he likes kpop, and his bias is Baekhyun. UN Village is his favorite. 😂

This is Abby, 17 years old.

I found her and her three siblings in an outbuilding in 2005, as newborn kittens. But we only wound up keeping her and one of her sisters. She is literally the hissiest cat we’ve ever had; she doesn’t like strangers, and she doesn’t like being approached too quickly. But she is insanely patient when it comes to getting pets; she’ll sit and stare at you for almost a half hour if she thinks she’ll get love. She’s also our Halloween kitty, because she has the ideal spooky posture. And if you so much as stroke her back she’ll lift up into the touch. Back in the day she would flop over for belly rubs, and even now if you pick her up she’ll arch her back and snuggle into your face so you can scratch her tummy. Her face is always curious, and she has a sweet, chirping meow. So despite her angry reputation she’s actually a big sweetie pie. Plus she’s able to frighten dogs literally 10x her size.

Finally, this is Lil’ Bit, also 17, and Abby’s sister; the only siblings we’ve ever had.

Lil Bit is why we took the two girls in, because an animal attacked her and left a nasty open wound on her neck that got infected. She needed peroxide rinses for weeks. The scar is still noticeable there now, and she loves to be scratched in that spot. She’s the loner queen of the lot. She has one room that she resides in, as you can guess by the difference in her picture, and only rarely does she venture out to say hi to people. Back in the day she would almost never meow or make any sound, except for a really cool purr she has that sounds like a popcorn maker. But after our cat Boomer died she picked up his habit of yowling into the night when she’s upset. She’s also one of the few cats we’ve had that expresses love with kisses and nips. And if she sticks around for pets, or deigns to grant you lap time, consider yourself one of the chosen few.

That’s it. Maybe someday I’ll do a big ol’ pet master list, but this will do for now. ❤️

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

I remember her cries, her desperate attempts for someone to feed her treats at all hours of all days and nights, and her little high squeaks of joy that folks mistook for hisses.

I remember her vocal little meows, always there, never quiet. I remember her gentle purrs as I would cuddle her at night and sleep with her.

I remember the growls of her sister, the more gnarly meows for the sweetest and cuddliest lover who snuggled all and gave her heart and soul to the entire world.

I remember wondering if she'd speak, and her first sweet meow as she cuddled against me and reached for the bowl of food as I placed it down.

I remember her joyous meows as she saw all of her favorite folks every day we came home and every morning we woke.

And I remember the cries of pain and fear as the first was driven to the vet for her final breaths, the cancer consuming her life and I cried. She cried. I held her and carried her home.

I remember saying goodbye without knowing it was goodbye for the second. She was sick, and a girl of the wild in her life, rescued from the streets. It was there she returned by choice, and I never got to tell her farewell.

I remember the silence of a world without my girls. The painful, agonizing silence.

I remember the hope of maybe hearing either one more time.

But I never did.

I remember hearing a meow, one from my son who hugged his way into my life. His giant self with high-pitched mews and a hilariously pathetic desperation for attention when I'm simply washing my hands instead of petting him, were almost the same as hers. His constant need for snuggles, and his relaxed demeanor toward all, gave life again to his belated sister who snuggled everyone she met. And his life of a boy rescued from the streets gave another way to carry his sister of the same life.

I remember my girls by voice and love when I hear his and hold him in my arms. I am reminded every day, and I am happy because the lives of my girls are still here with me. They are with my boy, he is with them, and they are all me. They are my life.

And I cannot forget the voices of the reasons I am alive.

Do you still remember their voice?

[moonchildstyles]

I’ve had to work late every night this week so I feel like that squidward pic you always use 😂 but what I wouldn’t give to come home to a citrine h after a long and stressful day he would be the sweetest cuddle bug :( I just know that when sunshine is stressed he draws her baths and makes her favorite tea and asks dande and bonnie to snuggle with her :( and I know he’s just so warm always :( I need him 🐢

STOP YOURE SO RIGHT:((((( he hates making her come up to his cottage after she's had such a long day but shes always so insistent that its not a bother bc she loves going up there and getting a chance to unplug and be there with him and not having to worry and she knows he takes the best care of her ever:(((( so ofc theres a bath with some pretty flowers and sparkles in the water as well as a spell here or there to keep it warm the whole time shes in there and to help soften up her skin and just be the most relaxing bath shes ever had and ofc he has her tea and hes making dinner popping in and out of the bathroom to check on her and just bc he wants to see her before shes ready to get out and have dinner w him:( but ofc its always the cuddliest snuggliest nights like that he has all his girls in bed and they're all working to make her feel good and loved and happy:(

[brighteyedspitz]

Welcome to my dog blog!

The current pack:

Apollo tag - 4yr yellow lab, sweetest and dumbest boy on earth

Bodhi tag - 3yr Norwegian Elkhound, love of my life

Jasper tag - 6yr tabby kitty, cuddliest boy ever

Kaiju tag - baby kitten, freakin lil monster demon trapped in a kittens body

Daisy tag - 6yr malamute mix, she's a boss and she knows it

Sally tag - 7yr whippet mix, nervous wreck and loudmouth

Pebbles tag - 5yr shih tzu/Maltese, most precious bean

Dipper tag - 1yr pit/terrier/megamutt, weasel in dog form

Other tags under the readmore!

No longer with us:

Harley tag - amer bully mix, passed at age 16 in 2022 to old age

Annie tag - 2yr cur mix, unfortunately rehomed due to no longer getting along with Daisy (boss of the house)

Other pets tags:

Disco tag - baby ball python, pure white

Mouses mice - general tag for all my pet mice

The chronicles of Urami - my Betta fish that I was not meant to have but ended up with

Fosters - blanket tag for all of my foster animals from my work, some get their own individual tags

Work babies - animals from my workplace

Pet Category tags:

My dogs - mine, currently Apollo and Bodhi

Siblings dogs - belong to my sib, currently Sally and Pebbles

Dad's dog - belong to my mom and dad, currently Daisy and Dipper

My cat - it's my cat

Chaos tags:

Midnight shenanigans with Jasper - he's a fool at nighttime

Cardboard Carnage - they love tearing up cardboard

Shenanigans - anytime the animals are causing chaos

Dumbass energy - anytime they did something particularly stupid (usually just apollo)

Kisses - the girls are kissing

Drive thrus - the puppers get some fast food bc theyre spoiled

Camera footage - images or vids taken from my survailance cams

Outing - out on the town

Fashion - they are wearing clothes or fancy collars

In hd - professional photos of the idiots

Nighttime - time for sleeps

Squirrel time - the squirrels taunting the dogs in the yard

Tv time - usually images or videos of apollo barking at a dog on the tv

Staring contest - apollo making eye contact with me

Beach - self explanatory

People tags:

Mouse cameo - it me

My sib - anytime my sibling is featured

[falasta]

My kitty Sasha passed away yesterday, and so I'm spamming everyone with pictures of my beautiful girl.

This is Sasha just a few days after I brought her home. She loved to just curl up on my chest while I was holding her.

Kudos to anyone who recognizes what is one the computer screen!

(It was a sad, sad day for her when I switched to flat screen)

Sasha latched onto my Dad from the very beginning. He doesn't *mind* animals, but he's never paid them much attention before. And he's a very quiet, gentle person. Sasha latched onto him and before we knew it his lap was her favorite place.

My parents would watch T.V. shows or movies after dinner, and Sasha would actually wait at the foot of the stairs for everyone to go up so she could have cuddle time!

This Newspaper belongs to Me Now thank you!

We still don't know how she got up there. Just heard her meowing and Oops! There was a cat in the cupboard!

She loved being outside so much! I had her on a harness and leash, and she would tromp around the garden for hours. Later, when she went blind, she still knew where *every* door in the house was, and still always wanted to go back to the garden. We took walks every day.

Christmas cat!

Her favorite spot in the catnip. Words cannot express how much I miss this beautiful girl. She was the sweetest, cuddliest, most affectionate cat I have ever met. She never stopped purring--just always a background vibration you could hear by pressing your ear against her chest. Her soft beautiful fur--"Rabbit fur", her vet called it. Her soft licks when I was grooming her. Her meow whenever she heard someone talking in the house but couldn't reach us. Her gentle, sweet manner with all of my nieces and nephews. Watching my troubled, sad nephew be able to curl up with her on the couch and bury his face in her belly and have her curl up around him and purr. Watching her resting next to my Dad after he had heart surgery. The way she would crawl under the covers to sleep with me at night. Just holding her and kissing her sweet ears and smelling her sweet scent.

It was *so hard* to let her go. I know it was the right decision, but I miss her dearly.

[no-name-only-shame]

Here is the full list of all the names of my chickens I’ve had over the years. Take your pick.

Cohort the first (peep peep peep in the garage: Amber&Ember, fraternal twin chipmunk striped babies; Milly&Tilly, identical twins collectively known as The Matildas; Blue, a rare Blue Laced Red Wyandotte; Dakota, named for a girl my sibling had a squish on.

Not an official cohort, but honorary mention to some random ducks we acquired: Bits, Bobs, Babs, and Bub.

Cohort the second (happy birthday sibling, pick better names this time): Sage, Ginger, and Rosemary, the spiced girls

Cohort the third (our chickens look cold, let’s get them some new snuggle buddies): Coco-Butter, affectionately called Coco-Butt; Silver, because I liked the name so much I lied to my family that it was also a type of chocolate; Fanny May, like the chocolate company; Squirt, li’l runt that didn’t make it long enough for a name to stick

Cohort the fourth (Afro chickens!!! See polish chicken for reference): Ella Fitzgerald, Whitney Houston, and Phoebe Snow (later renamed to Rod Stewart, when it became apparent that their original name was not suitable for a himbo.) He was the sweetest cuddliest friendliest rooster ever. The girls are/were absolutely batshit. Ella seriously looks like she’s tripping balls and doing cocaine on the daily.

Cohort the fifth, Goddesses (are we seriously getting more chickens?): Brynhildr (actually the twins Brynn and Hilda), daughters of Oden and chiefs of the Valkyries; Freja, goddess of love and battle; Shala, Mesopotamian goddess of grain; Artemis, goddess of the hunt; Nyx, goddess of the night; Eostre, goddess of fertility (also a late addition. Also a duck.)

does anyone know any good names for a chicken?

Its for a project