#big cat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i want him as a pet

[icurushasfallen]

Hear me out: Logan had cuteness aggression with Wade.

I mean, come on! Just look at him. How could anyone not want to smush his face between their palms and shake violently.

But I don’t think Logan has the same cuteness aggression like other people. You know how it goes, you see a cute dog or cat or some animal and start to baby-talk and pet and cuddle them. (Aka Wade with Puppins) Or maybe you’ll bend to the creatures every whim and give that animal/pet an extra treat because ‘they’re such a good boy!!!!!’

Logan? Nah. No way in hell. His cuteness aggression is literal aggression. He’ll straight up see Wade make a face like this:

And just. Bite. Grip. HERE ME OUT

When they’re dancing around each other and then just freshly dating. Logan’s hands are to himself. Gentle, light touches like Wade is a fragile little thing. But then as things start to pick up and they start to learn each other’s boundaries and such- he’s going fucking feral.

I imagine Wade doing something stupid or purposefully annoying and then just does a slight expression that makes Logan’s heart ache. Or when the light catches just so on Wade’s pocked features and illuminates perfectly.

What else can Logan do but bite and grip.

I Imagine him just gripping Wade’s shoulder tightly and sinking his teeth in. Maybe even shaking him about a little. And at first Wade’s like ‘What the fuck peanut? Did I do something wrong 😑’ But then he learns why Logan does it and then is all like ‘OMFG YOU A PUPPY :D’ or ‘MARK ME UP BIG BOY’

Maybe in the wee hours of the morning or night Logan with just straight up lick Wade’s neck. Not even in a sexual way, just like a cat lick or something. I really like the idea of Logan being a feral hybrid man who for once in his life can truly be himself without restriction, restraint or judgement. Because honestly, Wade’s just as manic and feral.

@atimesfeeler @ramblingautisticman

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[a-substantial-trash-pile]

This morning I said goodbye to my childhood dog, Kody. He was 18 years old. He was my baby. My best friend. My whole heart. I love him so much.

I remember the first time we met Kody at the animal shelter. He was actually named Tyra then because the staff had thought he was female. Then the first thing he did in our meet-n-greet was try to pee on my brother's leg, and the staff member with us at the time was like, "oops I think this may be a boy actually." So of course we had to take him. When my dad was signing the adoption forms, the desk person asked what he wanted to rename "Tyra" to since "Tyra" was actually a boy. My dad, put on the spot, just went, "uhhhhh Tyrone?" We still laugh about it to this day.

So my dog went from being a Tyra, to a Tyrone, and then to a Kody, because that was the name us kids wanted. I remember the way we thought that name up was because we watched a lot of the Disney show "Suite Life of Zack and Cody" at that time. But we changed the "C" to a "K" because in our kid minds it made the name cooler and more unique.

Kody was a weird little guy. He had a lot of anxiety, which meant he fit right into our family. He didn't get along with many dogs unless they were old and calm and it took him a while to warm up to strangers. When he went on walks, he would have to go and pee on every tree we came across, even though he had nothing left in the chamber and was just doing the motions. He liked to climb on top of the couch and the loveseat and nap there. He liked to nap in warm piles of fresh laundry and patches of sunlight too. We always joked that he acted more like a cat than a dog. When I tried giving him bones or chews, all he'd do was roll on them and then go stuff them under the couch or behind a shelf without chewing them. Actually, Kody was pretty picky with his food in the early days. Maybe because my mom kept giving him table food. But as he got into senior age, he got less picky. Kody also loved getting nightly scratches from my dad. He'd lay in my dad's lap and get so relaxed from the scratching. I'd get a little jealous because I couldn't get Kody to stay in my lap as long as my dad could.

The only command we ever managed to teach Kody was "sit" and he was real good at it if he knew you had a treat in hand. However when he got older and began developing dementia as well as gradually loosing his sight and hearing, he lost the command. The first time I realized he didn't know how to sit anymore, I cried. The first time I realized that Kody didn't know how to wag his tail anymore, I cried. Watching him deteriorate from what he once was, watching the shine in his eyes become dull and cloudy, watching as he gradually lost the ability to do more and more things... it was so painful.

Last night Kody came over to me and laid his head in my lap and fell asleep. It was the first time he had done that in months. I just sat there and pet him and cried. Now I can never pet him or hold him or kiss him on the head again. And it feels so unbearably, unimaginably painful. I can barely comprehend it. It feels like I'm in a nightmare. It feels like my heart's been ripped out of my chest. It feels like a part of my world is ending. But I know I will be okay eventually. I have to be.

Kody, you were a very good boy. The best dog/cat/rat in the world. I'm going to miss hearing your little feet pitter-pattering across the floor. I'll miss your barking when the doorbell rings. Your excited whines in the car. How you would roll on your back for belly rubs. The way you would burrow under the blankets or just shove them around until you made a nest. Your snores and funny twitches when you're deep asleep. How your fur was soft on top your head and then got coarser on your back. How big and round your eyes were. I'm going to miss it all so much. I hope you know how loved you are. And I hope we meet again someday. Thank you for everything, Kody. I love you.

[blindmagdalena]

just because antony starr posts so much about his dogs ... how would homelander feel if vought gave him a dog to raise? you know, to bump up his numbers or something so he couldn't get out of it haha

i'm firmly of the opinion that Homelander doesn't like animals, and animals generally don't like him. he's the kind of guy who poses with horses and gets bit. cats hiss at him. dogs tuck their tails and give him whale-eye.

the thing is he was never raised with animals. he doesn't speak their language any better than he speaks our social language. they stink, they shed, they're lesser. pets are just another thing in this world that he was denied, and instead of letting that be one of many heartaches, he chooses disdain. he can't be hurt by it if he never lets himself want it in the first place.

it's precisely because of this that i really enjoy the idea of a dog being foisted onto him. especially one that inexplicably does like him. an excitable young golden retriever that was born and raised under fluorescent lights, destined for doom in a lab, but some genetic or behavioral incompatibility with the project caused it to be rejected.

he'd be extremely put out. there's something infuriating about the way it wags its tail whenever he so much as looks at it. he wants nothing to do with it, and yet it still follows him absolutely everywhere he goes. it barks and whines when he shuts it out of rooms he's in. it drives him crazy that the thing just won't take the hint.

"You're pathetic, you know that?" he says, practically seething. not even he's completely sure why.

he fucking hates the way it begs. those big dumb eyes not understanding his rejection. how it reflexively performs little tricks over and over and over for any scrap of approval, no matter how many times he tells it to go away. hell, it even starts to get excited about that because at least he's paying attention to it, and god, that's all it wants.

"Would you shut up!"

it's just too much. the whining, the hair, the constant demand. it overstimulates him.

deep down, what he hates is how much of himself he sees when he looks at it. the desperate pleading part of him that barks and sits and fetches when told to. the part of him that always obeys. that always wants to obey.

"What is it gonna take for you to get it? I don't want you!"

Nobody wants you. You're not like them.

he never hurts it. never lashes out physically. he's been told what to do with it and for better or worse, he's going to do it. albeit the most bare minimum.

but then he comes home one day and there's no scratch of paws skittering over wood floors. there's no wagging tail, no excited yelps. his gut churns and for a second he thinks the thing must be dead. instead he finds the pup curled up in its bed by the window, staring vacantly out at the skyline.

maybe there's something worse than seeing what you hate about yourself in something else. maybe it's becoming just like the people who made you the way you are.

after weeks of rejecting the thing, he has the audacity to be hurt that it's given up on him.

who gave it that right? why is this stupid little animal allowed to give up when after years and years and years, Homelander is still Vought's show pony?

"Hey!" he snaps, all anger and hurt and rejection.

the dogs ears pin. it looks at him. and there's just... nothing there. no hope, no expectation. who knew a dog could look depressed? he finally got his point across.

and he hates everything about it.

so he kneels down next to the dog bed, jaw tight. he stares for a long while before he just... gives the dog a pat. he's bad at it, his touch stilted and awkward through the glove, but he sits and he pets the damn dog.

eventually, that little tail thumps lightly against the bed, and he feels something tight in his chest loosen slightly.

"Good boy," he says quietly, a little surprised by how easily the words come to him.

he's always thought of praise and affection as something difficult. something hard won. his life doesn't make sense if it isn't.

the dejection doesn't go away instantly. it's a slow thing, like a wilted flower coming back after too many days without water.

but one day he comes home to the skitter of paws and a flurry of fur, and for the first time, it makes him smile.

[lives-in-midgard]

Superstar

(Musician AU Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Being the new band member of The Midnight Rockers is overwhelming but you're glad to have Bucky, Steve and Sam by your side.

Word Count: 1,745

A/N: Hey! This is part 2 of my Bucky musician AU. I hope you like it! 💗

Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Part 1 | Part 2

Masterlist | Musician AU

It was mid-afternoon when you heard Bucky singing on his balcony again. It’s been so long since you heard him sing. After you went home, you found out why he suddenly disappeared. It was because they were on tour and now they’re back in New York. You couldn’t forget what Bucky had asked Steve and Sam after you left. You listened to him for a few more minutes until you decided to go to him and ask him.

After you knocked on his apartment door, you suddenly weren’t sure if that was a good idea. A few minutes passed until you heard Bucky walk to the door.

“Alpine, no.” He said before opening the door. When he saw you standing there, he was a bit surprised but smiled at you.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Bucky.”

“Was I too loud?” He joked, and you chuckled but then remembered why you came here.

“No, that’s not why I came here.” You said and noticed that Bucky got confused but also worried.

“Is everything okay?”

“I heard what you said to the others when I left.” You confessed and saw Bucky realize what you meant.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry I didn’t want you to hear that.” Bucky said.

“Please, just tell me if you don’t want me in the band.” You nervously said.

“It’s not that I don’t want you in the band. You sing really great.” Bucky confessed and now you were confused.

“Then why did you say that?” You asked.

“Okay, let me explain.” Bucky said and you nodded.

“Do you want to come in?” he asked, leading you into the living room. The moment you sat down on the couch, a white cat jumped on the spot beside you and then laid down on your lap.

“Alpine, you have your own bed.” Bucky warned her.

“It’s okay.” You said and began to pet her with a smile and noticed how Bucky began to smile too.

“I guess I…I’m just a bit nervous about having a new band member. Clint was in the band from the beginning and when I saw that you hesitated before you said yes. I think that just made me more nervous…not knowing if you really want to be in the band. The band means so much to me and is so important to me.” Bucky explained and now you could understand why he said it. He didn’t say it because he didn’t like you, Bucky said it because he was nervous about someone new being in the band, and that’s completely understandable.

“Thank you for telling me, I can completely understand you. I’m sorry that I hesitated, but it’s a really big change.”

“Yeah, it really is.”

“But I can assure you that I definitely want to be in the band. Being a singer has always been my biggest dream.” You said and Bucky smiled at you.

“I’m really sorry I said that and that you heard it.”

“It’s already forgotten.” You said, Bucky chuckled and Alpine meowed. You looked at each other and began to laugh.

“Do you want to stay a while longer?”

“Sure.” You said with a smile. You stayed with Bucky for a while. You talked about the band, music, your dream of becoming a singer and then he also told you how he found Alpine. You had a great time with Bucky.

On the next day you all had the meeting with Tony Stark. He wanted to hear you sing and after talking and hearing you sing, he also thought that you would be perfect for the band. He started planning on how to introduce you to the fans and then came up with the idea that they would post an announcement on the official Instagram account and then the band would go on a talk show. They will have an interview and then perform there.

The time passed quickly, and you became very close to them. When the announcement was made public, there were mixed reactions from the fans. Some were excited and thought it’s cool that there is a woman in the band now, but of course there were also people who didn’t like this change, people who thought a woman wouldn’t fit in this band and would ruin their music. People who started writing hate comments and even sending you some very mean messages. You tried to stay positive, but that was very difficult for you.

“Please stop reading the comments.” Bucky said softly when he saw that you were reading through the comments again. The band was having a rehearsal, and you were taking a short break and saw that there were some new comments.

“I just want to know what the fans think.”

“I know you’re nervous, but reading these comments isn’t good for you, especially when you’re focusing on the mean ones.” Bucky said and took your phone to close the app.

“Bucky is right, how about you focus on the good ones.” Steve said, looking at his phone.

“Here, look at that one.” He said, showing you his phone.

“That one is also very sweet.” Sam said and pointed at a comment.

“See, not all fans are mean, they are excited to see us perform.” Bucky spoke and you nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thank you.” You smiled at Bucky and then looked at Steve and Sam.

It was the day of your first performance as a new band member of the band ‘The Midnight Rockers’. You were so nervous but also excited. You were gathering around with the others behind the stage. Only a few more minutes before you would go on stage to have a short interview and then you would sing with them. You looked at your phone and got a comforting message from Kate, who was sitting in the audience.

“I know you will do great on stage, I’m so proud of you.” You smiled to yourself and then looked over to Bucky. He gave you a smile and was about to say something when suddenly a staff member came and said that it was time to go on stage.

“It will be okay.” Bucky whispered beside you and gently touched your shoulder. Steve and Sam smiled at you before going on stage. The interview went well, you only answered what you were comfortable with, like the boys told you. After a while you started to feel a bit more comfortable.

After the interview there was a short break before you went back on stage to sing. When you heard the crowd, you suddenly became nervous again. You tried to take deep breaths, but it didn’t work. You had to get away from there. So, you went back to your dressing room as quickly as you could. When you entered the room, you sat down on the floor and began to sob.

“Where is y/n?” Sam asked and looked around.

“She was right here. If she doesn’t come back soon, we will be late on stage.” Steve told the others.

“She will come back, I’ll find her.” Bucky didn’t stick around to hear what Steve or Sam had to say. He had to find you and make sure you were okay. He walked around the backstage area but couldn’t find you. When he walked near your dressing room, he could hear crying coming from inside. Bucky decided to knock on the door.

“Hey, it’s me, Bucky.” You didn’t say anything back, so Bucky slowly opened the door. When Bucky saw you sitting on the floor, crying, his heart broke. He came closer to you and knelt down in front of you.

“Hey.” Bucky saw that you were shaking and gently took your hands in his.

“Look at me.”

“Y/n?” He said softly, but didn’t get a response from you. Bucky pressed soft kisses on the back of your hands until you finally looked at him again.

“I can’t do this.” You stuttered and began to sniffle.

“I thought I could, but I just can’t.” Bucky gently placed his hand on your cheek and wiped your tears away.

“If you want me to go to Steve and tell him that we’re not coming, I’ll do it.”

“No, you…you can’t do that. It’s such an important performance and we’ve trained so much. Maybe you should go without me.”

“I know, but I’m not going without you.” Bucky confessed and reached for your hand again. You stayed in silence for a few seconds until Bucky spoke again.

“What are you afraid of?”

“What if I forget the lyrics or I suddenly can’t get any word out or– “You wanted to say more but Bucky cut you off.

“This won’t happen, and you will be great out there.”

“Why are you so sure about that?” You asked him.

“Because I believe in you and so do Steve and Sam. Besides, you’re not alone out there and I know what a great singer you are.” You started to smile, and Bucky pulled you into a hug.

“So do you want me to cancel it or are you ready to go on stage?” You shook your head but then began to smile.

“Let’s go on stage.” Bucky smiled and got up from the floor. Before you went to join the others, you turned to Bucky.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, doll.” He said and you began to blush as he suddenly called you by that pet name.

Steve and Sam were happy and glad that everything was okay. You got on stage a few minutes late, but that wasn’t a big problem. The moment you went on stage felt so surreal. You were nervous, but as soon as Steve started singing and Bucky started playing the guitar and Sam played the drums, your nervousness flew away. Before you started singing, you looked over at Bucky, who gave you a comforting smile. When you sang, the whole crowd was forgotten, and you enjoyed your time on stage.

After the performance was over, you all made your way back home. Bucky and you drove together and when you arrived, he walked with you to your apartment. When you hugged one more time and looked into his beautiful eyes, you suddenly felt sad that you had to say goodbye, even though you will see him tomorrow. You like Bucky a lot, maybe you even more than just as a friend. Yeah, you definitely have feelings for him, but does Bucky have the same feelings for you?

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[herssian]

I would like to inform you that as someone who has download Zenos’ various models into Blender, he definitely very built. The width of his waist is a regular wide man’s shoulder span. The guy is massive. His head alone would be a man’s torso. Don’t be fooled by the devs getting lazy and putting his head on an elezen body when he was Elidizenos recuperating or those gpose people do to dress him like a Ken doll on a body that isn’t his actual one. Guy has thighs thicker than my waist. If anything most people don’t draw him big enough online. No shame to you btw. Cuz he’s pretty ridiculous if people tried to go truer to size.

may i just say that, in the least ironic way possible, no other argument has ever made me change my mind on a topic as absolutely and encompassingly as this one. goddamn. goddamn

[somegrumpynerd]

The most labrador coded guy, somebody call him a good boy

[passumstars]

Sweet dreams

[okaydays22]

[puppyeared]

eepiest little man in the building

[skrunksthatwunk]

have just been introduced to a kitten named rascal who lives on my floor and whose babysitters (who are not his owner?) were trying Really hard to goad me into adopting which like. he's a little baby and he's so so so silly and he barely even bit me but like also. this cat isn't yours???? anyway if the owner's giving him up then I might finally have a cat which like AHHHHHG

[fingertipsmp3]

I’m always so fascinated by people’s bad roommate stories. I’m not sure I’ll ever live with someone I haven’t vetted extensively beforehand ever again

[obsmiechujek]

sorry I can't go out tonight I'm literally l o u n g i n g with my big fat cat

artist rendition

[thecaroliner]

I can’t even sleep. I just want my baby back. and I think I’ve made myself even more sick

[technovillain]

oh man. i am so......... i will vent in the tags

[skalidris]

post-canon fanghua chehu trip 30k plus. please

[running-in-the-dark]

uggh my partner ate tangerines in our office again so now that I'm in here my nose and face are burning like crazy. 🙃