#cat with a gun

[average-wooper-enjoyer]

New oc

[xeath0]

pov: youre a rat in the great milk war

[waynedesigns92]

So i got up, ready and got myself off to work and when arrived, it was nothing but a huge crime scene as apparently this NEW "The Killer Cat" design that is featured on a vary of products at the Unforgettable Vision website has been going crazy!!! The Killer Cat design was inspired by an invisible finger gun with the sound effects "Meow! Meow!" as a cat come walking around the corner.... Please visit my website to get your order in today on one or all of these amazing design products along with many other cool stuff.

[cat-cosplay]

"Mike, Echo, Oscar, Whiskey. Say again."

"Mike, Echo, Oscar, Whiskey."

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[august-parker]

Can you imagine if Ironman 1 FREAKY Stark met Peter instead of less freaky more "responsible" tony in civil war?? 😭 oh my GOD that kid would be DEAD AS HELL

Tony eating a donut: "sorry- who are you again?"

Peter: "I'm your intern.. I have been for like a month-"

Tony nodding and not listening at all: "yeah yeah whatever- listen I have a job for you."

Peter fully believing it's superhero related: "seriously? What is it-?"

Tony: "pepper banned me from the fridge.. In there you will find a large half full bottle of the best whisky I have ever drank. I need you to use your sticky gross kid fingers and grab it for me kay?"

Peter: "okay.. what if I get caught??"

Tony: "don't. Just hurry up kid."

Tony walking into the room: "pepper says we have to bond I'm taking you to a party"

Peter: "cool!! What kind of party?"

Tony: "the kind where you wait outside and let me gamble like a normal adult, if someone offers you cocaine just don't take it, I don't wanna deal with that"

Peter:

Peter: "can we get food on the way..?"

Tony: "see this is why I like you kid"

Pepper: "Tony I fired Peter. Your a horrible influence and an even worse caretaker!"

Tony: "so you hate me"

Pepper: "no?? You just can't take children to parties!"

Tony: "But he's my emotional support child??? Do you really want me to kill myse-"

Pepper: "Tony! That is not funny!"

Tony: "it is a little bit, what was his name again?"

[mxrcusflint]

TGM on social media domestic hangster but like, still unhinged pt. 1 | pt. 2

extra on Jake's private story:

[dogwelder]

Janky Posters 2025, Part Deux

The site where Letterboxd draws images from has pulled all fan posters so my original project doesn't quite work, but I'm still making them. First person to get all of the parody sources right gets all of my platinum shoelace tips.

Tiny sort-of reviews and more images at https://ga2so.com/blog .

Lots of terrible Photoshoppery in here, but that Wallace & Gromit one is pretty good.

[nyaboshiikun]

Me when my evil wife

[lackingdaisies]

misadventures in flirting ft. zib and mordecai

[took-my-breath-away]

the people have chosen…. and they have chosen death icemav

thanks for participating in the poll! according to the other votes, my next drawings will be; MORE catdad mav, old man mav doing old man things and some kiddo rooster / mav wholesomeness (though the above kinda infers this).

please submit any ideas you have to my asks box, I love scribbling. for freeeee!

[kittygowrite]

Stalkers Tango

Pairing: Ghost x f!reader

Warnings: Stalking, Technically breaking into Simon's house, Gun mentioned

Summary: Simon Riley likes to think he lives up to the name Ghost. Silent, cold, secritive. But little does he know just how much you have on him...

An: Hehehe I’m in love with the reader being the dark crazy one 🥰 It's not inspired by Hannibal but… I'm watching it and it's getting me in the mood to write my beloved reader who's a little off her rocker 😌

Word Count: 900

It was a hard mission. Starting in the near-glacial pouring rain and ending with Kyle and Johnny both needing a medevac. After getting back on base, it was Laswell who made the call. Sending them all home early with thinly veiled orders to take time off, recover, and get their heads back on straight.

Silence rang in his ears. Or maybe it was the fading adrenaline of sending countless men to meet their maker. He could never tell. Ghost's shoulders weighed him down as he turned the lock and pushed open the door to his apartment. He knew Laswell was right but he would never admit it. The mission had fucked with his head, he was out of it. Maybe time off would help. Maybe. 

With a haggard breath, he dragged his mask off over his head and stepped into the place he called home. Home by the definition that it was where he slept, where he kept his handful of personal belongings, where he was alone. Well, almost. The slight thump and tap-tap-tap of Riley’s nails pull his attention away from his thoughts. The dog sleepily emerges from around the corner to where the bedroom is.

Damn dog was sleeping in the bed again…

Simon was tired, pure and true exhaustion laying heavy on his bones, his steps lethargic as he kicked off his boots. Riley circles him, licking his hand and nosing at his palm until he scratches his fluffy head, content with a pet behind his downy ears. Satisfied with the attention, Riley turned to return to the bedroom. With an amused huff, Simon followed the dog, watching as the furry beast leaped onto the bed. It's not the dog's blatant disregard for the ”no dog on the bed” rule that stops Simon in the doorway of his bedroom.

No, it's the figure lying in his bed that causes the mountain of a man to come to a halt. The soft and cool light of the moon glitters through the window, illuminating the space. It catches on the silver chain around your neck. He's too far to tell what it is exactly but the charm or locket on it flashes in the moonlight with the rise and fall of your chest. His gaze continues to drag over your sleeping form, the wheels in his head spinning uselessly as he tries to take in the scene before him. Hair splayed across his pillow, limbs tangled in his sheets, cuddling into his dog. 

Who the fuck are you?

He knows he should reach for the gun still strapped at his hip. Should wake you up, demand answers. Should call the cops, get you in trouble for breaking into his home. But Simon’s never been one to do what he should. Without a word or thought, he turns on his heel. 

Guess I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.

You woke up to Riley nuzzling at your cheek, the dog’s nose was cold and wet, pulling a soft laugh from you. With a sleepy hum, you band your arms around the dog and bury your face in his warm fur, sighing with contentment. The morning light is soft and the apartment is quiet. Peaceful. Eventually, you nudge the dog off, pushing yourself up in the bed with a yawn and stretch.

The chill of the hardwood nips at your feet as you step out of bed, a shiver rolling up your spine from the sudden loss of fluffy blankets. Sleepily, you glance around for something to ward off the morning air, snagging a hoodie from where it was tossed over the back of Simon’s desk chair. Humming some song you can’t remember listening to recently, you head to the bathroom, doing your morning routine, unable to keep from smiling to yourself in the mirror as you fix your hair. 

Simon should be back tomorrow. It was both a blessing and an inconvenience. You would have to return everything to its place in his apartment and go back to watching him from a distance… But he was back! Your sweet, handsome, brooding, gentle giant of a man was back from wherever his mission had sent him. 

Practically floating back to the bedroom, you carefully look over his laundry. It was always a careful choice. What to take, what to leave, what he would and wouldn’t notice. You settle on a simple army green t-shirt at the bottom of one of his drawers, old and nearly threadbare but his smell was fused with the fabric at this point. Pulling it over your head, it settles loosely over your frame, oversized and stretched from years of wear and tear. Matched with your own pair of jeans, you glance at where Riley is sitting patiently in the hall, waiting dutifully to be let out. 

Walking to the front door and grabbing the dog's leash, you look back at the fluffy creature who had trotted along behind you. Bending to clip the lead onto his collar, you coo and smile sweetly at the retired army dog, booping him on the nose. “You ready for your walk Mr. Riley?” You weren't expecting an answer so the rough voice that rang through the cozy silence of the apartment had your soul nearly leaving your body and your head snapping up to look into the living room, eyes locking with Simon’s.

“Wasn't aware we were going for a walk.”

An: First posted work and first series! Very excited to share this 😌Feedback is appreciated and encouraged, if I missed any tags let me know! Comment if you want to be added to the series taglist (gen taglist is here)

Tag list: @pythonmoth @hattiefunny

[imperialnyx]

He'll be fine..

[linoyes]

lee know + thunderous trailer making film

💜pls consider commissioning a gifset from me to support a palestinian family💜

[girlvasectomy]

Look, just sign this stupid petition. I've got stuff to do

[eliashirsch]

guys ice's hair was supposed to make him look like a demon but why he a cat😾

based on a post i saw on pinterest

(also, i have another short icemav comic on the way👀 just have to finish coloring it👀 anyone know a good way to post a vertical comic to tumblr?:D)