#god's perfect killing machine

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Four multi-panel images by artist "shitty watercolour" (https://twitter.com/SWatercolour). The images are watercolour paintings featuring a person with pale skin and short brown hair talking to a grey cat with a white forehead, chin and belly.

Image 1: the two characters are walking in the rain, both wearing yellow raincoats. Panel 1: Person: "I'm sad." Panel 2: Cat: "Try adding 'for now'" Panel 3: Person: "I'm sad... for now"

Image 2: the person is sitting on the floor, looking downward. Panel 1: Cat: "What's wrong?" Panel 2: Person: "About a million things." Panel 3: Cat: "You know, I can't even count to 3. And 2 is quite tricky." Panel 4: Cat: "So let's deal with them one at a time."

Image 3: the person is lying down in the recovery position, with the cat sitting behind them. Panel 1: Person: "I think I lean on you too much for support. It's not fair on you." Panel 2: Cat: "Do you remember the time I run up that tree and got stuck?" The person has a small smile. Panel 3: Cat: "You stayed with me all day in the rain until I came back down." The cat is sitting on top of a tree in the rain, and the person is sitting on the ground in a raincoat with a big smile. Panel 4: Person: "I'd do that every day if I had to." Cat: "We all have our trees." The person is lying on their back with the cat on their chest and a big smile.

Image 4: the person and the cat are sitting on grass in the sunshine, looking at the sky. The person looks a bit sad, the cat's expression is neutral. Panel 1: Person: "It's coming back, isn't it?" The sky above them is blue. Panel 2: Cat: "Yes." The sky in front of them has big dark clouds. Panel 3: Cat: "We might have to be OK with just managing for a bit." The cat is in the sunshine with a neutral expression. Panel 4: Cat: "But we'll see it through." The cat is mostly in the shadow of the cloud, with a smile.

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[haveyoumetmythief]

Don’t interrupt, she’s doing important teacher’s assistant work

[haljathefangirlcat]

Charlie + picking up and twirling her badass spear-wielding former Exorcist gf

[noirleo]

confessions pt. 2

(bayverse & reader are all adults <3)

leonardo

leonardo has saved the city of new york—and the world, by association, because what kind of world would be left without his precious city—twice before even entering adulthood. since the age of fifteen he’s saved countless lives and can tell stories that would leave even the most seasoned police officers lying awake at night.

nothing in his repertoire of harrowing life experiences has prepared him for the gut-wrenching experience of catching feelings for his best friend.

leo had been the last of the brothers to trust you after mikey had cheerily, thoughtlessly, brought you unannounced to the lair one night. his decision had led to several hours in the hashi after you’d left, but leo couldn’t stop you from coming back. eventually, reluctant trust transformed into a friendship, easygoing and natural in a way that he didn’t know friendships could be.

when you first met leo, he could count everything he cared about in the world on one hand—his family, his training, and his city, in that order. the world he lived in was small, but it was his. his to understand, to care for and protect. he would never have dreamed of describing himself as lonely until meeting you. how infuriating, then, was your insistence on worming your way into that shadow-hidden world, cracking it wide open and exposing that loneliness to the sunlight of your smile.

so here he was, laying on the floor of his own bedroom, hugging a pillow while you painted gentle brush strokes across his shell.

you’d been begging him to let you paint his shell for ages, promising not to listening to any of mikey’s explicit suggestions of what to paint. after years of experience telling his brother’s ‘no’, he’d thought he was immune to pouting.

evidently not.

“you still awake?” you paused for a moment, looking up from your work to check on him, and received a muffled hum in response from where leo’s face was buried into the crook of his elbow. you were kneeling at his side, one hand on his shell to support your weight as you focused on the task at hand.

for the first several minutes, his entire body had been tensed up. leo was never more aware of his hulking size and strength than when he was next to you. however, he had quickly melted into your touch, hypnotized by the swirling brush strokes and comfortable silence in the room.

how long had he been laying here? seconds, hours, years—leo had no idea, and he didn’t care. nirvana was definitely a real thing, he decided, and he’d found it under your gentle touch against his shell.

“alright, i’m finished,” your voice broke through his thoughts and he lifted his head to look at you. paint bottles and cups of water surrounded where you were kneeling at his side, and were all being whisked away to the side.

“wait, wait, wait, don’t move yet—it still has to dry,” you urged him as he began to lift himself up on his elbows. he huffed in response, letting his face hit the pillow he had been laying on unceremoniously, and side-eyed you.

“i didn’t realize this would be an all-day event, or i would have brought some entertainment,” he mumbled dryly. you laid on the ground next to him, arms folded under the back of your head, and looked over to grin at him. he tried to ignore the crackle of electricity under his skin as your arm grazed his, your faces just inches away from each other.

“i’m pretty sure i’m all the entertainment you need, actually,” you replied cheekily, making him smile and roll his eyes.

his gaze lingered on you just a moment too long. it had taken him ages to slow down his racing heartbeat when you had first begun, and now it threatened to beat out of his chest again as he listened to you begin to delve into your creative thought process, careful not to give away all of the details of your work before he could see it for himself. he watched the corners of your eyes crinkle, the furrow of your brow and the way your fingers traced the air as you always did when you started talking about the things you love. where leo was collected and calculated, you were animated and colorful. all of the best parts of being alive begin and end behind your eyes, he thought to himself.

“i think it should be good now,” you decided, leaning up on one elbow to gingerly touch the paint on his shell before nodding, a look of excitement and nervousness crossing your face as you crouched down and extended your hands. “wanna take a look?”

he accepted, taking your small hands in his, rose to his feet and walked over to the mirror propped up against the wall.

leo stood in awe of the swirl of colors painted across the back of his shell. a city skyline in shades of blues and purples was splashed against a dark sky, and he could make out four small figures standing side by side on a rooftop in familiar colors.

“it’s new york,” he breathed, eyebrow ridges raised as he craned his neck, trying to see it more clearly in the mirror.

“you like it?” you asked in a hopeful voice, swaying in place as one hand tapped your cheek in anticipation.

“it’s fine,” he said finally, earning a smack on his bicep from you. he turned to you, grinning ear to ear. “it’s amazing. you’re amazing. the guys are gonna be so jealous.”

he turned down to look at you, towering over you as you beamed that sunshine smile at the praise. amused, he noticed a splatter of bright blue on your cheek and gently wiped it away with his thumb. had he imagined the scarlet blush of your cheeks as you turned your eyes away from him?

did it matter?

“c’mon, i wanna go show the others,” you decided, turning past him towards his bedroom door. without thinking, his hand shot out of its own volition to grab yours. you froze at the large hand gently holding your wrist, rooting you to the spot.

“wait, just…wait,” leo rasped, immediately ashamed at the edge of desperation creeping into his voice. you turned to face him, brow furrowed slightly in curiosity. that familiar stinging that he felt every time you left the lair bubbled up in his chest. he didn’t want to go back to the others and have to see them crowd around you, begging you to do the same for them. for once, just once, he wanted a moment that he didn’t have to share with his brothers. he wanted something to just be his.

he wanted that something to be you.

he wasn’t thinking properly, he knew it, but he never really was thinking clearly around you.

you began to ask if he was okay, your lips forming around the words, but never made it to the end of the sentence as his hands reached up to your face, cradling you in his hands. your eyes widened a little at the touch, but you made no effort to pull away.

“leo?”

the sound of his name rolled off of your tongue so easily, so effortlessly breaking down his usual barriers of self discipline that dictated his every waking moment, and finally he released himself to his impulses as he leaned down to kiss you.

you tensed up in surprise the moment his lips touched yours, and he pulled away as quickly as it began. his fearful thoughts began to race, screaming at him for being so selfish. the one friend he’d ever made for himself, and he’d ruined it.

“i—shit, i’m sorry. i don’t know why i…”

his regretful rambling was stopped midsentence by your hand on his plastron, his chest heaving as your gaze followed a trail from his eyes to his lips.

“leo. shut up.”

it was his turn to be surprised as you stood on your toes, pressing your lips against his.

he poured all of his feelings, the long months of pining and languishing over his certainly-unrequited feelings into the kiss, grabbing you by the waist with one arm and moving the other to quietly shut the door again.

the others could wait a little longer.

[dashdotshows]

[twinkle-art]

feeling better?

[clownantihero]

this post about katara acting like a booktok boyfriend absolutely besieged my brain and I couldn't rest until I drew this as todomina,

[salty-kira]

I come to inform you all that I started bg3 and made a perfect pink creature

[dashdotshows]

Discworld covers list:

Eric (09)

The Colour Of Magic (01)

Reaper Man (11)

Equal Rites (03)

Pyramids (07)

Small Gods (13)

The Light Fantastic (02)

Sourcery (05)

Mort (04)

List format: Image number. Novel title (Novel number in publication order)

Josh Kirby's Discworld

[thehauntingofharrenhouse]

I am so sure daemon thought laena and laenor were twins, mostly bc targaryens name twins like that but only unconsciously. I bet he didn't even consider that she might be younger until they were already married and it was her nameday. and then he thought hmm perhaps I have made a mistake exactly one time and then he never thought about it again

[loderlied]

will forever be obsessed with the concept of characters being each other’s archnemesis…. opposite in the sense that they are each other’s antithesis and there is no other path for them than absolute war simply because of who they are, destined to clash not in the mystical sense but destined in the way that a chemical reaction is destined to happen…. and then there is also that element of both sides having to be equally strong because otherwise they would not be each other’s antithesis….

yes this post is about the wild, the instinct of the apex predator (zeke) vs the all-conquering god-machine (gortash)

[layzeal]

Tell me about sachi ❤️

oh yeah sure hold up.

here you go!

[pallor-parlor]

The best part of waking up:

Vomit

Offal

Viscera

[comebackali]

i feel like anakin is essentially a cat: likes (3) people and only sometimes, god's perfect little killing machine & pretty but will scratch your face off. unfortunately obi-wan and padme did the equivalent of buying a super expensive purebred cat & didn't neuter her when a really weird old hairless cat (sheev) showed up

anon, the mental image of weird old hairless cat sheev showing up to get ani pregnant made me laugh out loud. i love you ❤️

[wewontbesleeping]

beauty is a beast that roars, down on all fours, demanding more.

[kyliafanfiction]

It's one thing to know cats like to play with mice rather than just kill them, it's another thing to watch your cat torment this tiny little fuzzy creature.

Like, damn, that's the creature I love as much as my own life? She's a fucking MONSTER.

But she's so fucking CUTE.