#he feels a kindred spirit with koalas

[midmare]

midnight is a cat (read: koala) person, & he really dislikes dogs

[sing-you-fools]

up until now the kittens have been in one little room we had closed off for them. their mama (not sure of her name but we were calling her reeses cup or just mama cat) was with us too, we were still looking for an owner at first, but it was getting cold to leave them outside all the time so we took them all in while we looked.

we finally gave up on finding an existing owner, but we kept having people who "might want mama kitty" and took a while to find out if they were allowed. none of them were, and unfortunately our other cat, Zoomy, is not particularly cool with the existence of other cats, so while we figured she'd eventually reluctantly accept the kittens, she wasn’t gonna take another adult. we knew this from experience.

we took mama (and daddy kitty,* who wasn’t with them all the time but kept showing up and screaming at our doors at random times, just all "hey i'm horny lemme in," and happened to show up at just the right time today) to the shelter today. it was sad. (not sad about daddy, he wasn’t basically our cat for a month even if he seemed really nice other than all the screaming, but mama was the sweetest brightest orange cat and we will miss her.)

my kid suddenly realized she was gonna miss reeses cup as soon we got them out of the car at the shelter. she wanted to carry her (not too heavy, but too wobbly to feel confident, as it turns out). she looked like she was about to cry. I told her i'd miss her too, and it’s okay to be sad. she was amazed that i could tell she was sad. girl, you are doing this 🥺

anyway. now that mama isn't here, the kittens have been allowed out of the little room they've been in with their mom. which means that, though they've met her in passing, they suddenly have to deal with...

the Zoomcat.

(you know. the other cat, Zoomy, who i mentioned earlier. this shouldn’t be surprising information or anything i'm just a dramatic bitch.)

Ghost is being SO brave. my husband thought she was the most scared, but i'm convinced she just doesn't really like being picked up or most ways of petting. i think she will be a "sit near you" cat. she doesn't run away once she realizes you're not going for her. she's not scared. she was the first one with a paw out the door once we opened it. she's the one who stares down Zoomy. she is also, we are pretty sure, the one who start all the fights between the three of them. Bat and Pumpkin don't seem to fight on their own, but they both fight with her and the three of them will all fight together.

i see three paths for Ghost. she could rule the house with an iron fist, getting even Zoomy under her rule. she could just be a strong independent kitty who doesn't really need anyone else but does actually very much want to know what you're doing and would do really well as a solo kitty for someone who's not home a lot or just wants a cat they can hang out with and talk to but who won't climb on them or want to sit on them or be picked up (no disrespect in the in the notes to these people, some people get overstimulated but like cats and want companionship) and in this case omg i am going to bother this cat so much because if this is her we are kindred spirits. you can't go be a solo kitty you will be MY kitty and i'm gonna give you so many kisses. or. OR. she ends up too actually fighty and actually needs to go be a solo kitten. i do not want this. i would be so sad. i love her so much.

they're all doing well out here. i'm just so proud of Ghost. here's a picture i managed to get of her on the stairs 🙃

it was so easy to get pictures of them before but now they have a whole house to escape to! i always loved that Mitch Hedberg bit:

My apartment is infested with koala bears. It's the cutest infestation ever. Way better than cockroaches. When I turn on the light, a bunch of koala bears scatter. And I don't want 'em to. I'm like, 'Hey, hold on fellas - Let me hold one of you.'

well, now i am living it. hey, hold on babies - lemme take a decent picture of one of you.

[writerbyaccident]

Win the Game (Yandere Neito MonomaxReader)

Request: Hello, could I possibly request monoma with a reader who has a small group of friends in school and isnt to sosial , but in her free time she is a total extrovert and constantly chats and hangs out with people?

           It had taken Monoma some time to finally ask you to hang out in a purely social context, had taken careful planning and preparation. Monoma wasn’t about to approach you with such a question, after all, without being utterly sure that you would say yes. And it was rather hard to determine if you would say yes, considering how—well, not shy precisely—reserved you could be. You had friends at UA, of course, as befitted such a lovely creature as yourself, but not very many, and even with them you seemed to be somewhat closed off. Not that Monoma minded, though. Quite the opposite, in fact, your apparent reticent and introverted nature was how you had first attracted his attention. Finally he had found a kindred spirit, someone who realized the purpose of being there wasn’t to make friends, but to grow in power and in skill.

           That was only the start of Monoma’s feelings for you though. Due to the values and focus the two of you shared, Monoma began to ask you to pair up with him for different activities at school, both in the hero courses and outside of them. On occasion you two even met up in the local library to study. From the time he spent with you in this way, he discovered that not only were your priorities to be well-ordered, but also discovered your brimming intelligence, your clever sense of humor, and your positively adorable kindness. Monoma wasn’t a fool, he knew that the large majority of his classmates found him annoying, their patience wearing thinner with each passing day. But you never lost your temper with him, always being compassionate and friendly with him. Never having very many friends himself (at least, not for very long), it was no surprise then that Monoma found himself so strongly attached to you. As he grew closer to you though, Monoma only grew more desperate to protect what he had found with you.

           After all, he had finally found someone that he didn’t simply tolerate, but someone that he could connect with. Wasn’t it natural, then, that he should be afraid to lose that? To be afraid that you would eventually grow tired of him like everyone else? To be afraid that those interfering classmate of his would turn you against him? That could not happen, Monoma told himself, he could not let it happen. The only logical step, he concluded, was to further solidify your relationship. To make you grow so close to him, to make you so dependent on him, that you couldn’t leave him even if you wanted to. But to do that, the two of you couldn’t remain just study partners, classmates who only spent time with each other out of academic necessity. In order to make the probability of success more likely, Monoma had spent more time with you in school outside of simply academic contexts, joining you at your lunch table and talking with you before homeroom. It had worked apparently, as you had said yes when he had finally asked. And so, here Monoma was with you at your town’s local carnival, thoroughly enjoying his time with you.

           “You’re not going to get it,” you were teasing him gently. Exaggeratedly, Monoma raised an eyebrow in mock offense.

           “I’ll have you know that my aim is incredible, as you ought to know from class. Do you really have so little faith in me?”

           “It’s not a matter of how good your aim is, these things are always rigged.”

           “Well,” Monoma chuckled, “that will only make it more impressive when I get it.” And with that, he tossed the ring over the counter you two were standing in front of, praying that it would land on one of the bottles. Soaring over the first few rows, the ring seemed to almost hover for a moment before dropping down onto the neck of one of the yellow-painted milk bottles.

           “Ha! See, I told you!”

           “We have a winner,” the woman running the game said. “You landed on a yellow bottle, with means you get one of the small prizes.”

           “I’ll take the koala,” Monoma answered. Reaching upwards, the woman plucked one of the small koala stuffed animals hanging from the top of the tent and handed it to him. A self-satisfied smirk stretched over his face, Monoma turned to you.

           “Anything you would like to say?” he joked cockily.

           “You mean other than the fact that you were only able to get the smallest prize?” you said amusedly. “No, not really.”

           “Really? Cause I was going to give this koala to you, but if it’s too small…” Suddenly, before you could respond, a loud voice called out your name. Both you and Monoma turning towards the noise, a sizeable group of teenagers your age walked in your direction, and your face broke out into a huge grin, one much larger than the quietly content smile you had been wearing with Monoma. When the group of teens finally reached where you and he were still standing, you threw your arms around the closest pair of them excitedly.

           “I wasn’t expecting to see you all here!” you exclaimed happily.

           “Yeah,” one boy replied, “we had a last minute change of plans.”

           “Oh,” a girl interjected, “you should come with us out to eat later!”

           “Yeah, that’d be great, what time—” Before you could finish your question, Monoma cleared his throat from beside you, not at all pleased with how he had been forgotten. Face heating in embarrassment, you hastily changed topics. “My bad, I almost forgot,. Monoma, these are my friends from my old school. Everyone, this is Neito Monoma, one of my friends from UA.” For reasons not yet understood by him, Monoma seethed quietly when you used that word, friend. He wasn’t sure why, but all of the sudden that term felt far too casual for describing the bond Monoma felt for you. Especially now that he knew how many other people evidently held that title with you. He wasn’t like these imbeciles, these utter dunces, and you ought to know that.

           “Have you two been to dunk tank yet?” one of your apparent friends asked.

           “No, not yet.”

           “Ooo let’s go now then! The person in the tank right now is Sensei Matsumoto.”

           “Oh my god,” you laughed giddily. “We have to get him in. You don’t mind, do you, Monoma?”

           “Of course not,” he forced out stiffly with a strained smile. But as soon as he began following behind you and your friends, the smile disappeared, replaced by a fierce scowl. Clenching his fists tightly, he glared at the back of your friends’ heads. How dare they interrupt his time with you! Hadn’t they seen that you were busy? That you were having a perfectly lovely time without them? Not that you were blameless either. You had been so quick to forget about him, to drop your reserved tendencies when your old school friends showed up. Was he not good enough for you? What did these fools have that he didn’t?

           Nothing, he told himself adamantly, they have absolutely nothing. But then, he wondered angrily, why on earth were you now so preoccupied with them? They were nothing compared to Monoma, they didn’t deserve your attention like he did. Halting in his steps abruptly, Monoma was suddenly struck by a new question: why the hell did he even care? Sure, you had disappointed him, but many of peers had done so before and he had never become this upset. What made things so different when it was you? Monoma stared at you, trying to discover the answer.

           As his eyes and mind wandered over you, Monoma felt things begin to click. Your beautiful smile, your soft skin, your striking eyes, your warm voice, as he observed all of them he could feel it as they pierced his heart. And when you laughed, so sweetly joyous, Monoma had no choice but to admit the truth: he was in love with you. He had been in love with for some time now, ever since he first had gotten to know you. Your sharp intelligence, your witty humor, your unfaltering kindness towards him had drawn him in until he had no other option but to love you. That was all well and good, he thought in frustration, but what was he supposed to do now? You had just made it perfectly clear that you didn’t see him as a priority, a fact that was utterly ridiculous to Monoma. He ought to be your only priority. But how could he possibly change that?

           Well, Monoma realized as he stared at the interlopers with narrowed eyes, the first step would have to be to get rid of these friends of yours. And that was a game he would be overjoyed to win.

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Under the cut is a very long drabble about the relationship between Buster and Ash, their dynamic in the movie (how I see it) and how Ash feels about Buster in general. It’s gonna be long. Hoo boy here we go.

Throughout the movie, there’s one big thing that stood out to me when Buster interacted with the singing competition contestants. It was the way he truly saw their talent for what it was, at times being in awe of it. The reason this is special for Ash is that she had never had that type of support before. Having to move out at an early age due to her parents not supporting her dream. Having to play second string to Lance, who was actually a far worse artist than she was. She’d never really gotten any praise for her talents.

Insert Buster Moon. A man who puts everything into his dreams. A kindred spirit of a sort. A man with a keen eye for talent and potential. The above icon is his reaction to Lance and Ash’s performance. Specifically when she holds that long note. Even though the performance is, as he puts it, ‘loud and horrible’, he can see beyond that and to her true talent. He hears her vocal skills. The potential lying behind her gothic appearance.

This is the first time we see this true vision in action. Not only that, it’s the first time Ash gets any sort of positive feedback about her music. When Buster first approaches them, she is under the assumption that it was Lance’s song that got them into the competition. Upon hearing that only she had made it in, it comes as a shock to both of them. Lance sees this as a slight and decides to leave, taking Ash with her. However, she hesitates quite a bit. She realizes why Buster had made that decision. She knew that the koala felt she was worthy of being in the show. She begins to question herself and Lance, though she is conflicted as she still very much loves Lance at this point. She doesn’t want to betray that.

When she does show up for rehearsal, it’s quite obvious that it was a last minute thing, as she is seen being out of breath. Their little interaction here is of no real consequence, but later on in this scene is what is important to understand. The list of songs she was given was cheesy pop. The total antithesis of her musical identity. This shifts Ash’s perception of Buster in a negative way and reveals the way Buster, in turn, sees the porcupine. He recognizes a vocal talent, but puts too much stock into her most basic identity. Claiming that as a teenage female, she should absolutely love pop music. Even when she humors him and sings part of Call Me Maybe, this seemingly reaffirms his beliefs. This, combined with Lance’s lack of faith in her skills to write her own song places a lot of doubt on her own abilities.

Cut to this shot. Lance is out of the picture. The biggest thing in her life holding her back is gone. The betrayal and heartache inspires what it does in many an artist. It inspires music. She composes a song of her very own as a message to not only Lance, but to all who would deny her true sound. The next scene at the theatre is the most crucial. Thinking that she is rehearsing to herself, she plays her new song in her designated rehearsal space. Unbeknownst to her, Buster had been listening in.

His emphatic reaction to what she had played was genuine. That awe came back once again, and it was something she had crafted from scratch. Her thoughts and presumptions about the koala shift tremendously here. She no longer seems him as someone willing to box her into a stereotype. She more or less sees him as the man she had initially thought he was. Someone who recognized her true talent. 

Skip forward to her performance of Set It All Free. There’s two important screenshots I’d like to share about this scene. The first is the one above and the second is this:

What’s so important about these screenshots is the looks they give one another. Ash, a look of respect and thankfulness. A look of quiet appreciation and affection. With all they’d been through and the near constant support he showed, she couldn’t help but hold him in a place of love. He gave her the platform to open her wings. Even her chosen outfit for the performance was a sign of this.

In short, from what I saw of the movie and their interactions, Ash has a deep bond with Buster. He was the first to truly believe in her music. She appreciates his passion for the arts and love of true talent in others. At the same time, it seems that Buster loves everything Ash became. What he helped present to the world. What he allowed to come forth past his own preconceived notions. They’re close, and they’re both better for it.

[rorynne]

Hi! I'd be definitely down for a ship request (male preferred)! I'm 5'4, have hazel eyes and wavy brown/reddish hair, I'm shy when you first meet me, but when you get to know me, I'll basically be a koala and be very affectionate, especially if that person is sad or unhappy. I'm kind of insecure, so I usually wear big clothes to hide in. I'd basically take a bullet if that meant someone else would be alright. You're an amazing writer, congratz on this big milestone!

Hi anon thank you!

I ship you with Steve Rogers

He will love just how affectionate you are, you're always there when hes feeling stressed about avengers stuff and needs the support. He also loves your willingness to self sacrifice to help others and sees you as a kind of kindred spirit in that way.

While he doesn't understand why you are insecure, because to him you are the light of his live, he will gladly let you wear all of his hoodies and sweaters. Not only does it make you look adorable as hell, but it also makes his clothes smell like you which he likes to take comfort in during long missions away from you when he misses the hell out of you

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[jeonpalette-archive]

Your domestic memes are so cute 😍 Can I request for VMin?

ANYWAY OMG I FINALLY GOT VMIN YOU DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH THIS MAKES ME HAPPY (and scared because i feel like nothing’s ever good enough when it comes to vmin) OKAY so here it goes!

who cooks normally?:jimin. he cooks for them mostly because he doesn’t want taehyung to eat only ramyeon because that’s not healthy baby, i’m gonna make something for you. taehyung would always backhug him whenever he’s cooking. he’ll pester him (”jiminie what are you doing?” “how long will you cook?” “hey come cuddle with me instead”) until jimin gives in and oh my god!!! jimin something’s burning!!!!

how often do they fight?:“how long will you stay?” “as long as you need me to.” “even when we fight?” “especially then.”

as taehyung always say, fight with me jiminie, shout at me, show me that you care. refuse to let me go to sleep because you don’t want to just let it go. are you sick of this? are you sick of us? and jimin’s reply of, what? no way! i’d rather fight with you than have a good time with someone else.

it doesn’t matter how many times they fought or how inconsequentialthe problem is. for them, it’s just a matter of fight or flight. but frankly, escaping has never been their option.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:the thing about taehyung is that he’s a koala type of person. he likes clinging to people, exclusively to jimin. he likes to follow jimin around. in the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom. there’s no but’s. when you see tae attaching himself to jimin as if they’re one [they ARE one though, duh soulmates] it’s nothing extraordinary, just mundane. their friends say they’re like a package because if you get jimin to go, you get taehyung to go too. just how things are and always will be.

nicknames for each other?:taehyung come up with, honest to god, the weirdest nicknames to ever be in existence. chimbae, booboochimchim, chimchum, bubichim, jimbles, papi jimin, hunbun, poo-boo, toots. it’s a long list, jimin could go all day reciting them.

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:they play games of who’s who. sometimes they go for rock paper and scissors if they’re lazy. other days they flip a coin and choose their side. and on days when they’re feeling extra, they would order smoothies and drink them simultaneously. the first one to get a brain freeze pays for dinner. taehyung likes these games because he always wins. (or maybe jimin just likes the way taehyung’s face glows brighter than the sun when he lets him win)

who steals the covers at night?:instead of stealing, taehyung believes that sharing is caring therefore he gives it all to jimin even when he’s going to freeze to death. but jimin said that having the bigger portion of blanket counts for nothing, as long as they share the same bed.

what would they get each other for gifts?:as the saying goes, presence is more important than presents.

on taehyung’s 18th birthday, he really wasn’t expecting anything. having to spent his day with the most important people in his life is enough. although he was unaware of the people who sent him a gift that day, he recognized one. a tiny box decorated with a smiling moon and colorful stars. he knew it was jimin, they were just talking about it the other day while they’re sitting at the park bench + the drawings said it all, he would always know jimin’s doodles anywhere. eager to know what’s inside, he opened it. it was a letter.

meet me tonight. 11:30. same bench.

it was already 11:26, so he hurriedly run to the park. he saw a shadow, unmistakably jimin’s, looking up to the sky. no wonder it’s bright, the moon showed its full face tonight. tae went up to jimin, who smiled at him with eyes that sparkled in the dark.

“hey” jimin whispered. “hey” taehyung whispered back.

it was this serenity that is difficult to find with someone else but was very much present whenever he’s with jimin.

“happy birthday.” interlacing their fingers, taehyung wished that from now until forever, jimin will always be there to celebrate his day. and every day, regardless of how monotonous they are.

who remembers things?:tae forgets every significant event that happens to every one of his friends. but when it comes to jimin, he doesn’t missed anything in the slightest. because jimin is the supreme priority. the transcendence. the matchlessness. the preeminent.

who cusses more?:they had this game where taehyung has to pay jimin for every cuss word that comes out from his mouth and vice versa. they stopped though, because they were both too broke to continue. 

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:taehyung brought a passed out jimin to their bed because he was eating so little but was overworking himself. when jimin woke up, he saw that taehyung’s eyes were red. don’t ever do that again, jiminie! it hurts to see you hurt you know, jerk! jimin smiled to himself. he open his arms so wide and taehyung basically jumped into the space between them. right tae, for you, i won’t.

who kissed who first?:some imagine their first kiss to be romantic. it happens on the top of a ferris wheel with some fireworks show in the background. but jimin never did. all this time, he didn’t mind when or where, or if there’s explosions happening around them. because all this time, he just wanted one thing. he wanted it to be taehyung.

so when his first kiss happened with jungkook, let’s just say he was pretty much devastated. jungkook apologized but he couldn’t bring himself to stop sobbing. taehyung was there the whole time, not knowing the real reason why he’s crying yet comforting him all the same.

“tell me how to make it better jiminie.” maybe it was the distressed or maybe it was pure courage. maybe because he had nothing else to lose. either way, jimin confessed. the thing he should’ve done years ago. “you should’ve been my first kiss.” sniff sniff. 

“hey hey jimin, look at me.” he did. “i can still kiss you.”“but it’s not my first kiss anymore.”“it might not be. but it’ll be the first kiss that mattered.”

who made the first move?:taehyung cupped the world in his hands. (read: jimin) he closed the distance between them. before jimin can have a mental breakdown about what’s happening, taehyung’s lips reached his and all he could think about is FUCK FUCK FUCK THIS IS IT. THIS IS WHAT IT TAE’S LIPS FEELS LIKE.

when they let go each other to breathe, taehyung subtly pushed the strands of jimin’s hair from his face. “you know, if you want to kiss me, you could have just ask.” but even when he said that, tae felt like a complete hypocrite. considering the fact that he’d been wanting to kiss jimin ever since they were 14-year-olds. younger even.

who started the relationship?:nobody knew when they started dating because the way they treat each other never changed for as long as anyone has ever remembered. but of course, jimin did. jimin memorized every single detail the night taehyung proposed. 

it was a tuesday night. the weather was so bad, the rain wouldn’t stop dripping. despite that, it was cozy being wrapped up in taehyung’s arm. and then suddenly, taehyung hovered over him. 

“can i ask you something jiminie?” he was unsure. jimin could see the way anxiousness flooded over his face.“anything, tae.” he smiled. reassuringly. like saying, go on tae, i will listen.

he kissed jimin’s forehead. will. he kissed his cheek. you. a soft peck on the nose. be. before taehyung could even finish, jimin boosted himself up. almost bumping his forehead to tae’s chin. god, atleast that didn’t happen.

“YES YES YES OH MY GOD BABY YES” he tried to act composed but holy hell, taehyung is asking it now. taehyung taehyung taehyung.

“but I wasn’t finished yet…” his other half pouted. acting like he’s hurt from being interrupted.

“ok, uhm, do you want to finish it?” jimin said, still beaming radiantly.

“do you think i’d want to finish it now?” rolling his eyes, again. ugh jimin hated that. 

“hey, uh sorry. i’m sorry. it’s just, idk. i was so hap-” a peck. seriously? he was so nervous tae would take it all back.

“gotcha!” tae said playfully. wowowow this isn’t happening is it? is it??

…and the night went on like how fate made it to be. there’s a lot more to that story. a lot more to it than just being taehyung and jimin. a lot more than just being official. maybe it was a coincidence that led them to meet one another. or maybe it was kismet. regardless of what that something could be, it is for certain that they found each other’s kindred spirits. and whatever hardships may exist; jimin would find taehyung and taehyung would find jimin. unfailingly, forever.

i actually finished it last night but i am still not satisfied? it’s still not enough. idk : ( waaAAh vmin is so pure i’m crying : ( anyway, i typed a lot? this is definitely unbeta’d and will fix it soon because i have a ton of homework due tomsy and hey! thank you for asking! ❁��