#cuddle me kitty!

[kindinb00]

[uselesssubstrate]

"My son is fine"

Sir, your child wants to be dressed up like a doll, collared, stuffed with a tail, made to crawl around on all fours, be told what a good kitten they are, bitten and marked with bruises that last for a week, then be fucked and bred so hard they'll be a useless puddle for at least 18 hours.

[pfhwrittes]

simon grunts as he feels a sandpaper rough tongue lick at his eyebrow. dark, curling tendrils of unpleasant dreams fading under the persistent repetitive motion.

“gerroff, cat.”

there’s a pause as tiny pinpricks knead at the thin cotton t-shirt covering his chest before a tiny yet surprisingly hard head bumps the bridge of his nose.

“mrrr?”

simon stretches slowly and a small displeased “meep” sounds off near his hip as his lower back twinges.

“olright, ‘bab meat.”

two creaky purrs fill the space, reminding him of the sound of shitty two stroke engines as they rumble and buzz in and out of sync with each other.

he breathes deeply to dislodged the weight on his chest and cracks open a bleary eye when it shifts before settling again. two phosphorus yellow eyes blink slowly in response.

“should ‘ire you f’detainment purposes, kidder.” simon murmurs, using the knuckles of his hand to brush over a furry cheek.

cat purrs harder and tilts her face so on simon’s next pass he catches the edge of her jaw and bony jut of her chin, exposing her delicate neck and the soft dark fur that covers her throat. the show of trust still makes his heart squeeze a little in his chest. cat has come a long way from the hissing and spitting flea ridden stray kitten he found years ago.

there’s a pause in the purring by his hip and the click of teeth as kebab meat yawns before the mattress dips as the orange cat oozes his way up simon’s side to bury his face in his armpit.

a wheezy chuckle rumbles out of simon’s chest as he lazes in bed, his hooded eyes slowly closing. he’ll get up in a minute or two. cat and kebab meat will want breakfast at some point.

[hyolks]

he's learning how to do every kind of braid for her !!

[artist-rat]

star-shiner, ray of sun / all the world is yours to keep / moon-sister, lightning girl / all the world is yours

[confessionseddie]

3.16 › The One That Got Away 4.06 › Jinx 🐈

[elkkiel]

Sleeptober day 5 — Symmetry

oh my lil string beans and their matching stage getups 🩷🩷

[kindinb00]

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Just had the funniest idea

Danny just doin his thang. Saving folks n shit. But the moment any hero pops up to talk to him he fully goes typical movie ghost

Becomes staticy or see thru. Big white eyes. Ominous wind only touching him so his hair and clothes float a bit. And the shit he will say as he fades out to avoid said hero

“My soul has yet to rest”

“I can’t move on”

“I have u finished business”

Yadayada

He just slowly goes invisible the. And leaves.

Just a normal dude but the 180 to ominous spirit the moment some hero reaches him

[littlepawz]

Turkey is known for its love of cats and their efforts to protect and look after thousands upon thousands of stray cats living within its cities. Here a sweet stray kitty cuddles up to a statue of a young girl in Marmaris, Turkey.

[sanjiafterhours]

guys how do yall like my pet kitty cat

[doeyedangel]

It's so cruel finding someone you actually want to touch all the time after having severe contamination ocd only for god to be like well actually now YOU'RE 🫵 the germ and you will get everything dirty

[inkykeiji]

it is raining and dark and dreary and cold and all i want to do is snuggle into a nest of fluffy blankets and cuddle with husk because :((( he looks soooo soft and so warm and i bet you he is the best cuddle buddy to just curl up with and drift dreamily between various states of consciousness. just lulled into a hazy sleep by the feeling of his chest curved around your back, rising and falling rhythmically with his calm, even breaths, the sound of fat raindrops pelting against the windowpanes in heavy swells of wind, the low hum of the television as it murmurs to itself, one of your favourite films flickering on the screen, bathing the room in faded blues and washed out reds ♡

[beautifulheartandspirit]

LEO💕

[fistfuloflightning]

Imagine you get lost in the woods. You don’t know where your family has gone, but you haven’t seen them for days, maybe a week. It’s safe to assume they’re gone. You haven’t seen anyone around for a long time—sometimes you hear giants’ noises from further up in the woods, they’re always moving back and forth but never venture into the deeper forest where you are.

But then one day, you hear what sounds like your mother. The tone is off, the words garbled, but it’s close enough and the relief is overwhelming. You’re no longer alone.

You can hear the voice calling in response to your own cries, and in your desperation you claw your way up a bluff overgrown with weeds. Up toward the giants’ road.

It is not your mother.

You should feel surprised. You really should. But all you feel is relief. You don’t care that it’s a giant that bends down and reaches its massive hands around you, crooning in its strange words as it cradles you so so softly. You don’t really feel much at all, really.

The giant carries you along with it as it leaves the forest. The journey to its home is mostly a blur, as you curl up and sleep for what seems like the first time in days. And when you come to, the giant has set out food for you, and water, and is trying to wash your face with its massive digits. You aren’t all that frightened, as you’ve seen other giants from afar. And while some might be louder and more aggressive, this one speaks quietly and moves slowly. You let it wipe your face, too tired to do much more than stretch your limbs a little.

Somehow this is just the beginning of a new chapter in your life. The giant feeds you and cares for you, shares quiet companionship with you. Some might say the giant keeps you as a pet, but you know the truth. You are treasured, and that’s all that really matters.

[lilidawnonthemoon]