#i'm Kitten

[pangur-and-grim]

she's so curious and gentle

[teaboot]

Ollie is 8 weeks old tomorrow and we have made an important discovery:

HIM LIKE BOWLING

[canisalbus]

I was thinking of Machete and his sheep toy 🐑

Also sorry I keep drawing him, I just love him so much ♡

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[sergle]

You!! Hey you!! Are you looking for a pair of kittens? Do you live In Or Near Oklahoma? Do you wish you could listen to purring all the time? Do you want a cat that looks like an aye-aye?

long story short, we found these two kittens at the bottom of a garbage can!! I don't like to think about how they ended up in there- but we heard them crying while on a walk, and it's very lucky they were so loud! They were scared at first, but now they NEED to be snuggled at all times. Crazy how adaptable kittens are. I'd prefer to rehome them as a pair, but I'd consider adopting them out individually if that's my only option! Please IM me if you're interested in both/either of these babies, or if you have any questions at all!!

[kittenintheden]

just fuckin. eating this donut and thinking about how much you've already managed to worm your way into Astarion's unbeating heart by the second time he propositions you.

on the one hand, you can choose to sleep with him again (or not), and as long as you don't outright break it off, he lets the mask drop that little bit, just enough to give the game away. he practices his "lines" on you openly, playfully, and straight up tells you they're his "favorite lines." he's basically laying it out -- I'm playing a part. you just don't know which part yet, or why.

[he also sneaks that "I love you, haha just kidding" in there, which is like. yeah fine I absolutely believe he dropped "I love you" on targets before if he thought it would work. but interesting choice of line to drop in this particular scenario in retrospect, bud, where you're openly admitting it's a ploy.]

on the OTHER hand, if you opt to break it off with him completely, he's visibly thrown and hurt. he can't even hide it well. this man proficient in deception can't believably tell you that he hadn't wondered if you might think of him as more than a fling, even if it wasn't "real." he drops the act entirely by the end, revealing that painful part of his past with a flippant quip and then admitting that he would, in fact, remember you. just before dismissing you with the least-fine "have a fine evening. dear." you've ever heard.

like he's already. he's already so gonzo. at that point in the story. he's so ready. to connect. to feel something. hrrrrrrrrggggg.

[mcyt-cats]

you go leave to drive on the highway home for one (1) hour and everything happens

[chrisbangz]

BANG CHAN ✦ Kitten Interview

[sunnyaliceart]

❗❗Ghost Trick Spoilers Below❗❗

Cats and Dogs can get along

[Image description: a comic of Ghost Trick characters. Kamila and Lynne watch as Cat Sissel and Missile sit a few feet apart from each other, looking at each other as if just introduced. Kamila says: "Don't worry, he's friendly!" and Lynne replies: "I'm sure, but Missile can be a lot..."

Sissel and Missile nuzzle up against each other, and Missile wags his tail intensely. Kamila gasps and says: "See?! They like each other!" Lynne replies: "Whoa! You're right!"

Missile rolls on his back, and Sissel jumps up in a playful pose. As Kamila smiles, Lynne comments: "You know, with the way they're acting... It's almost like..."

She continues: "They already know each other..." as Missile and Sissel keep playing across several scenes. Sissel lies on top of Missile, then they curl up to sleep together.

Next, Sissel's body loafs while his ghost possesses a baseball, which Missile chases. The last drawing shows Missile in a green bandanna to match Sissel, barking excitedly as Sissel seems to listen. End ID.]

Happy Ghost Swap Week! Another combo of @fyeahghosttrick prompts:

@astrofiish - Missile and Sissel being the best of friends

@caravanlurker - Sissel's first few interactions with a recently reborn Missile in the New Timeline

and an anonymous prompt of Sissel and Missile reuniting in the New Timeline

[linolinoing]

✨️ Stray Kids posing as animals ✨️

[eyrri]

little Kitten Burst doodles because i love it and think about it a lot

pspspspspspspsps play kitten burst

[pangur-and-grim]

Belphie has decided that it's very, very fun to sit on my head and eat my hair

[thirstywaffles]

Nekomimi sephy

[hellenhighwater]

hell I am so excited for kitten updates you have no idea!!!! I hope the new foster litter is healthy and well

I need you to know that AGM Kimothy has been yelllllling until I come in and take a babysitting shift so she can go elsewhere in the room to nap. Domesticated cats are usually not fans of single motherhood if there's another mom around to coparent with, and I've just been pressganged into stepmotherhood.

She's off shift.

[teddybeartoji]

it's not often you get to see a sleepy suguru.

it's not like he's not tired – he's fucking exhausted; the dreams just don't seem to like him all that much. but he's usually toughing it out, trying to seem as composed and put-together as possible. the dark skin underneath his eyes betray him, though.

so you don't really know why today is different. is he just more tired? have all of the sleepless hours caught up with him? or is it just you; could it be that your body is the most comfortable place to rest his heavy head? or is it your perfume that's soothing him to sleep?

or is it the fingers in his hair?

he doesn't really let others play with his hair too ofter either. satoru and shoko had been the only exceptions but that was before you came along. satoru uses his hair as a stim, something to play with when he's bored. suguru has taught him manners though – a few slaps against satoru's fingers and chest to remind him to be more careful. and shoko is just more likely to brush a strand from his eyes or help him tie them up in a half-assed bun whenever his own hands are full with whatever.

you like playing with hair, always have and always will. it's relaxing and it's fun and it's calming and you love it. when you first met suguru, his hair was the second thing you noticed about him (his keen purple eyes being the first). an irresistible itch burned in your fingertips everytime you saw him, everytime he wore his hair down. it just looked so pretty and soft.

he takes very good care of his hair, you know that much. specific shampoos and conditioners, masks and all – he's all in. and nobody bats an eye. not that they should but satoru definitely gets made fun of because of his stupidly expensive collection of figurines and shoko gets teased for her silly mug shelf – and yet, neither of them ever comment on the bottles and tubs of fancy products that lay on his bathroom counter.

his hair also smells good. the compliment always hangs on the tip of your tongue but stays hidden in fear of coming off too weird. too creepy. but he doesn smell good. even with closed eyes and ears and you'd find him in a crowd. you wonder whether he knows that.

as you grew closer and closer, the now scorching itch only doubled in need. you never did gather the strenght to outwardly ask him – if you could play with his hair? if you could caress it? comb through it? it was an accident.

a simple gloomy friday afternoon: you're both lazing on your couch, staring at the screen. it's funny – you find yourself muffling your already quiet bursts of laughter, suguru alongside you. he's sitting close by, closer than usual. you don't ask him about it.

he asked to come over; something-something about being sick of his own apartment. you understand that, so you tell him that your home is his home (you'd tell him that even if you didn't understand). you hear the faint smile when he thanks you over the phone.

even when he looks like he hasn't slept in months – he looks good. you can tell he's overexaggerating his smile a bit but don't say anything about it, rewarding him with a grin of your own. his eyes flick to your lips and how they curve and he thinks about how warm it feels to look at you. maybe he's not exaggerating anymore.

your arms open wide, inviting him into you and he obliges, as always. he smells good. as always.

his hands lock behind your back and your behind his neck. your hearts meet and they greet each other with a fastened beat, eager to be in sync – to feel each other again.

he pulls back and the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. he's not doing it anymore and you're happy to relieve him even if it's for mere moments.

he's wearing a sweather and his hair is down. he has lip gloss on; you try to think whether he's more of a mint guy or more of a shea guy. it remains a mystery.

and now you're on the couch with two cups of warm tea waiting for you on the small table. he smells good. he's so close. he snickers at the screen and you can't take your eyes off of him. it's the same small crinkle of the eyes and the faintest pink tint on his cheeks.

you know he knows that you're looking at him. you've been told to have a staring problem and he's just an observant guy. it's a terrible match. or a perfect one.

he doesn't say anything though; instead he leans his head back and little to the side against the headrest (he's even closer now) and you find yourself shifting an inch aswell. perhaps magnets are involved? the iron in your blood pulling you together?

no, that can't be. you'd have to be polar opposites for that to work. warm-blooded and cold-blooded? would that work? you're getting too poetic and he's looking at you now.

it's an accident. it slips out on its own. you smell good. caught off guard by your own comment, you're about to apologize when a hand on your thigh almost makes you suffocate on the words stuck in your throat.

he laughs and it feels so good. he thanks you. he means it, you see it in his tired eyes. he likes the way you blush.

turning his focus back to the tv, you try to collect yourself. a deep breath in and a deep one out and a deep one in and a de—

a weight on your shoulder. he smells so good. he's so close. you peek down, curious as to whether this is a dream or not. but suguru's head is in fact laid on your body, sinking a bit more into you by the second. a deep breath in and a deep one out.

seeking for a more comfortable position, you snuggle closer to him. it's hard to focus but you're making it your sole mission to make him feel safe. your arm curls around his body, his shoulder, and rests right by a flock of his hair.

his cheek is now smushed against the top of your chest and the weight of love doesn't seem as bad as everyone keeps telling you. his hand finds a place around your waist; loosely – as if he's the one who's afraid to scare you off. silly.

his breath against you feels right and the butterflies in your stomach refuse to calm down. so you do what you always do when you get nervous – completely on their own, your fingers caress his hair. just smoothing over it at first but before you know it, they're combing through a strand and twirling the ends between themselves.

you wanna apologize, again, but the soft little grunt that emits from the man keeps you from doing so.

don't stop.

+ this is for @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat just bc it feels right

[phoenxwright]

heated gaming moments at Mordhaus

[minhosblr]

Minho playing with kittens for 12 minutes straight (aka the kitten interview)

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