#it was high time to make this

[avonne-writes]

Kitty Gale Masterpost

Note: This post will be linked in my Masterlist and will be updated regularly.

Synopsis

In a world where some people are born with the ability to shapeshift into an animal, Gale is a cat shifter. As a cat, Gale resembles a large cream/flame-point ragdoll or Birman. He’s very fluffy and likes to be carried around. Mistaking him for a female cat at first, Bucky nicknames him Princess.

Drabbles

Double Life

VE Day

Post-war drabble by @hogans-heroes

Carry You Home

Sleepy drabble

Here

In Sickness

Headcanons

General

Initial headcanons

Second headcanon post

About Bucky calling Gale Princess: 1, 2

Gale's cat-like tendencies

Sad kitty eyes

Mechanics of shifting: 1, 2

Does Bucky babytalk?

With other cats: 1, 2

Gale with animals

Being taken + vet headcanon

About purring

Cuddling with others

Physical touch

Water

Jealous Bucky

Does Gale have ruts?

Vanity: 1, 2

Zoomies

Furballs

Meowing

Reflexes

Sense of smell

Night vision

Bacon

About aging

Kitten

Kitten looks and jackets

Getting stuck as a cat

Forced to shift

Kitten cuddles

Stalag

Coping in the stalag

"Extra protein"

Post-war

Coming out to John

General post-war headcanons

Researching shifters

In John's jacket

John testing Gale's cat tendencies: 1, 2

John showing Princess off

Gale with his box

Secret shenanigans

Meeting other shifters: 1, 2

Bathing

Birthday present

Playing

Toys

Sick Gale

Comforting John

Travelling

Gestures of love

Meme posts

Bucky calling Gale kitten

Old age headcanons

John fears nothing

Test of manhood

Morning views

Shy kitty

Life with kitty Gale: 1, 2, 3, 4

Cute gifs from @middlingmay

Modern AU

Initial post

Instagram posts collab with @carnevol: 1, 2, 3, Halloween 1 and 2

Proposal

More about John's Insta

On a zoom call

Puppy John

Initial post

Additional headcanons

More headcanons + puppy eyes

Phantom Tail (drabble) by @skyyguy

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

the fact that shakespeare was a playwright is sometimes so funny to me. just the concept of the "greatest writer of the English language" being a random 450-year-old entertainer, a 16th cent pop cultural sensation (thanks in large part to puns & dirty jokes & verbiage & a long-running appeal to commoners). and his work was made to be watched not read, but in the classroom teachers just hand us his scripts and say "that's literature"

just...imagine it's 2450 A.D. and English Lit students are regularly going into 100k debt writing postdoc theses on The Simpsons screenplays. the original animation hasn't even been preserved, it's literally just scripts and the occasional SDH subtitles.txt. they've been republished more times than the Bible

[hattersarts]

im already at the south downs cottage guys, catch up

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[noctilin]

could we kiss and perhaps… fall in love…? haha just kidding… unless…? 😳

available for preorder as charms, standees and stickers until nov 1~

[dollsghost]

simon eats it sloppy.

through the mask, slobbering on his hands and knees like the mutt he truly is; like his only salvation is the ichor that drips between your thighs. like your cunt is the only thing that could save his wretched, blackened soul. he wants to roll in the tang that'll stay on the back of his tongue for weeks into deployment, that'll stay soaked into the fabric of his balaclava because fok no he isn't washing it before he leaves (he'll nearly tears the thing to shreds when he can no longer smell you on it).

large, calloused palms scratch over the sensitive skin of your quads and inner thighs as he opens you up for him, watches your folds part like that of a carnation (love, devotion, distinction, fascination) as he pushes your knees up to your chest. drags his tongue all over you, the creases where your vulva and thighs meet and gets you shaking before he's even touched your clit. before he's even taken the mask off. brushes his thumb over the little bud reverently, fondly. he thinks the way your thighs tremble in response is the most precious fucking thing.

and when he finally breaks watching you drip onto the cushions below, he's feral. rabid. barely gets the damned mask up to free his mouth before he's on you again, slurping up your slick and sucking your clit into his mouth. the suction is heavenly after so much teasing, and if his tongue finds its way to your ass too, that's his business. your toes curl in the air where your feet dangle uselessly, panties you're sure that simon will pocket later still around one ankle.

simon's relentless when he's like this, a dog chasing after it's favorite toy. he won't let up, won't even palm over his cock until you're at least three climaxes deep from his mouth alone. totally pussydrunk and ready for more.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I was talking to a coworker recently and offhandedly said I wasn’t exactly competent at a lot of things. He reared back in obvious visceral disagreement that made me stop midsentence.

“What do you mean you’re not competent?”

“I guess I mean compared to the people I’m surrounded by? I’m not very handy, I guess.”

He looked baffled.

I tried to illuminate with a story. So at the sex shop we needed to vacuum every night, right? But one time after my days off I could tell the carpets hadn’t been vacuumed since I last saw them. I asked the other girls why not. It turned out that the screw that held the handle on the vacuum had been stripped and it wouldn’t stay in. Why was that down to a single screw? Bad design.

So any attempt to vacuum meant the handle just popped off when the screw jumped ship. I looked over the vacuum. I found a junk drawer. I found the biggest screw I could that still fit in the hole wrapped it in tape to bulk it out. Then I shoved/screwed it in place. Then I duct taped the opening so that fucker couldn’t pop out. Voila, a working handle.

The other girls were utterly delighted that I’d fixed the vacuum but I was painfully aware that my solution was neither elegant nor long term.

My coworker listened. Finally he said, “I think being competent just means you have the ability to learn a skill you lack, and you can do that. Your solution worked, and you were the one that tried to fix the problem.”

I digested that and agreed, but admitted any new skill learned would prompt me to be a huge baby about it.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

truly this one's just for me. I can do what I want foreverrr

[swampybogg]

[ewwww-what]

When are the cignifiant figure’s releasing their album made specifically to bully Ruben Hopclap?

[s0up1ta]

something about loving you like an alcohol addict

pspsps come get your billford

this was supposed to be longer but dear god that's a lot of work... so here's the storyboard for it:

maybe i'll finish it later,, for the tragic fiddauthor enjoyer in me

ok bye

[hinamie]

playing around w slightly different hair renders

[noornight]

Meow :3

[okanra]

Since I grew up in the late 90s, all I can think about teen Trunks and Goten is through the layer of nostalgia, with them wearing the late 90s and early 2000s clothing in something like a US setting, and Trunks using the latest phone technology at the time since he's a tech nepobaby: the legendary flip phone.

I think for Goten who was originally a mountain boy to be so hooked on things like phones and texting and girlfriends and dates when he grows into his adolescence, is because Trunks was his original influence until it wasn't.

Them using the trendiest slangs of 20 years later is pretty on point tho.

[weavile]

sorry to say i didn't get the reference but at least adaine looked cool

[thelemonsnek]

Today? I bring you more blinkies. Tomorrow? Who knows :)

[image id: five blinkies based on the Mechanisms' albums. Each of them has the album's respective logo at both ends of the blinkie, and the album name across the center. The first is Once Upon A Time (In Space), which has a red background with white stars blinking in the background. The second is Ulysses Dies at Dawn, and has a blue background that fades into a yellow sunrise. The third is High Noon Over Camelot, which has a orange background, and three bullet holes punching into it. The forth is Tales To Be Told, and has a grey background, with the Mechanisms logo bouncing up and down. The final blinkie is The Bifrost Incident, and has a black background with a rainbow flashing across the text. End id]