#my dumb dumb idiot cat is my calico

[ooc-miqojak]

Me over here, just tired of everyone saying all orange cats are stupid/himbos, and deciding to finally yell about how stupid people sound when they say this - if I went by this logic, they'd be implying that all men are crafty genius masterminds with a biological disorder that makes it hard to know when they're full after eating, based on my orange cat. Not all orange cats are 'himbos', not all calicos/torties are sassy.

Much like Jackson says, we're applying our human, gendered conceptions to these animals, and it's honestly doing them a disservice. (Men are stupid and women are sassy? That's what we're boiling it down to? Egh. My orange cat is incredibly smart, and my calico is the village idiot who wants nothing more than snuggles, and rarely has attitude! None of my three cats really line up with popular misconceptions about cats at all.)

Anyways, anything you attribute to 'orange cat himbo heehoo' is probably just average cat behavior and nothing to do with fur color - fur color can only have three patterns, and it can be determined by their biological sex... but it doesn't determine intelligence.

Fun fact though, speaking of coat color: if your cat has white on it and it isn't a pure white cat? That's a spot. So if your cat is 90% white with 10% black? That's a black cat with a big white spot on it!

Your daily dose of cat memes

[angellesword]

SERENDIPITY | PJM

You were disgustingly in love with Park Jimin, your coldhearted boss.

Alternatively:

“I’m your Calico cat, here to see you.”

pairing: ceo!jimin x secretary!reader

word count: 3.2k (one-shot) PART OF INTRO SERIES

gennre and content warnings: fantasy au, angst, fluff (?)

Aside from the fact that Park Jimin was the epitome of beauty, your colleagues didn't understand why else would you be head over heels for him.

Seriously. What was wrong with you? How could you fall in love with Park Jimin when it was obvious that he was the human version of Satan? He wasn't just bad, he was vile.

You had been working as his secretary for ten years and yet, you only saw him smile less than ten times. Jimin was always scowling and always clenching his jaw. Most of the time, he was pissed off. But in his defense, it's only because his employees were "fucking dumb." Jimin said this under his breath while crumpling the piece of paper in his hand.

You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, still waiting for the perfect time to ask if he needed you to fix whatever the people working for him had caused.

You didn't have to wait long though. Jimin turned his glare at you, his burning eyes were almost as bright as his golden desk name plate: Chief Executive Officer Park Jimin.

"What was my schedule last Friday?" You couldn't help but flinch upon hearing his rough voice.

You were used to seeing him irritated, but never to you. This was because you always made sure to do your best in order to please him.

The admiration you had for Jimin was really out of this world.

"It was your birthday, Sir. I cancelled all your meetings as per request—"

You weren't able to finish your response because Jimin was already cursing you.

"You fucking what?" He asked even though he heard you just fine. He knew that you cancelled his meetings last week.

"I cleared your schedule last Friday." He was demanding an answer so you repeated it.

But you wished you did not.

If you only knew that he was going to throw hurtful words at you, then you wouldn't have said anything. Perhaps you would even try to turn back time if you could.

Unfortunately you couldn't.

"How could you clear my schedule without informing me!?" Jimin clenched his fist, raising his voice.

He never raised his voice. His tone was always rough, but never really loud. He didn't have to shout since he could already make someone feel small just by looking at them. The fact that he was screaming now only meant that you royally screwed up.

You screwed up because as said, you cleared out his schedule last Friday without consulting him first. This infuriated your boss because it turned out that he was supposed to meet Ms. Sim, a very important person who Jimin had been meaning to talk to, hoping to persuade her to enter into a business project with him.

You ruined the moment. Ms. Sim sent a letter to Jimin this Monday. She told him that any hope of them working together was now shattered. She said she didn't want to work with someone who didn't value the importance of time and a promise.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir—" you stammered an apology. You wanted to explain, regrettably Jimin wasn't letting you.

He kept cutting you off.

"I don't need your apology, you idiot. The damage has been done! Do you even realize how fucked I am now, huh!?"

You were not a crybaby, in fact, you had thick skin. You had endured far worse things than this. You had been ridiculed before for being homeless, for not being able to fend for yourself when you had an able body.

Some people could be mean. Just because you were physically okay, they'd immediately think you were also okay mentally and emotionally.

Maybe that's what Jimin thought too. Maybe the reason why he was being this mean was because he thought you could handle yourself well.

"You're good for nothing. Why did I even hire you!?"

You were standing for a good thirty minutes in front of your boss, quietly taking in whatever form of insult he threw at you, but for some reason, telling you that he regretted accepting you to work in his company hurt the most.

For the past decade, you took pride in your work. Park Jimin chose you to be here, like you were perfectly fit for the role.

But you were wrong. You weren't competent. Park Jimin just pitied you ten years ago.

The intense growling of your stomach should be embarrassing. You spent the better half of your life hiding from people the signs your body made to say you needed help.

Dry eyes, feeling cold, and having intense dreams. These are just some of the things you felt that you used to brush off, but were impossible to do so now.

Your eyes were never dry anymore. Tears kept streaming down your face because it was hard to live on the streets. You didn't just fight the changing weather. You also fought for the ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach as people looked at you with disgust.

You didn't feel cold. You felt hot, your rage was boiling. It's unfair that other people got to enjoy a cozy bed while you were stuck puffing the polluted air.

You were no longer experiencing intense dreams as well. As time passed by, you just found yourself staring into nothingness.

You were kicked out from the apartment you were renting because you couldn't pay anymore. You didn't have a job. Your boss fired you when you told him you didn't want to sleep with him.

You were stuck on the street now, about to eat a piece of bread a kind stranger gave you. This was your first meal after two days of not eating any solid food.

You'd probably be dead if not for the free bubbler at every corner of the city where you lived.

"Meow~"

You were just about to take a bite on your bread when a poor calico cat appeared in front of you. He didn't look well. As a matter of fact, he was almost close to death.

The furry pet was limping. His chocolate eyes were cold though, like he wanted you to notice his struggle without him telling you that.

Your heart recoiled. This cat reminded you of yourself. You understood him so without having second thoughts, you instantly divided the bread into two and fed its half to the cat.

"Here," you cooed at the little animal, smiling brightly while watching him munch the bread.

"You want more?" You cooed again, to your surprise, the cat pushed the bread away, as if telling you to eat the other half.

A smile bloomed on your face. You were hungry so you ate it in one go. Thankful that your stomach wasn't growling that loud anymore.

You got used to the presence of that same calico cat you had fed. He had been staying with you for a month now.

He never left your side. He didn't have a collar either. It's safe to assume that he wasn't owned by anyone, and so you decided to name him.

Serendipity.

Meeting him was a happy accident. You didn't feel alone anymore. You had this pretty calico cat by your side.

He's fun to be with. Serendipity was playful. He secretly loved it when you pet his head. His brown eyes were the first thing you saw when you woke up on the street every morning.

Everything changed, however, when a very loud thunder echoed through the city. It was raining so hard, sadly you didn't have a roof under your head. You and your cat got wet. Serendipity couldn't take it any longer. He was scared of the thunder and he hated the rain.

Your cat ran away and you were alone once again.

Serendipity never came back. It had been a month since he left but it still hurt when you think about him.

Maybe he didn't want to be with a loser. Your life was useless. You didn't have a dream.

But you were having a nightmare.

"No!" Beads of sweat formed in your forehead when you woke up. The rough ground hurt your back but it was your least concern.

What's bothering you was when you came face to face with a pair of brown eyes, similar to your calico cat.

But he was no cat.

He was a human, a beautiful one.

"W-Who are you?" Your breathing was ragged. The remnant of your nightmare was still fucking with you.

You dreamt about the time you got kicked out of your apartment. Everything was fading away, as if telling you you didn't belong anywhere.

"Park Jimin." He answered without hesitation.

It surprised you. Why would he tell you his name just because you asked? He looked like a wealthy man. Wasn't he disgusted with someone like you?

You barely bathed. You were sure you looked like a mess. You were his complete opposite. He was wearing an expensive suit, his shoes were shining, just like his slicked back hair.

It was weird.

Weird because he looked like an angel, but his aura screamed authority, like a demon ready to tempt you.

"What do you want from...m-me?" You stammered before you could complete your question. He was intimidating you.

You were seated on the cold ground. He, on the other hand, stood tall and proud in front of you.

It showed exactly how your social status in life differed.

But Jimin didn't seem to care about social status or whatever. He just smiled softly as he handed you his calling card.

"When you call that number, just say the key word and they will direct you to me."

You furrowed your brow. What the hell was he talking about?

"Congratulations. You're hired." He spoke again before you could clear up whatever bullshit he was saying.

That day, you learned that Park Jimin was a confusing man. He appeared in your life without a warning, just like Serendipity.

Oh, and by the way, the key word he was talking about was the name of your lost calico cat.

Thinking about what happened ten years ago served as an eye opener for you.

Park Jimin didn't hire you because he thought you were competent. No, that's not the case.

You realized now that he only went to you that day because he pitied you. How foolish of you to think otherwise. This was what made you sad. You lacked hope, you found it in Jimin.

What we can’t find in our life, we look in someone else’s, and then we end up crying if they turn out to be the opposite of what we expected them to be.

You didn’t know him. He didn't know you either. He probably saw you struggling on the street and since he had a pure heart, he thought he could give you a chance to start a new life.

Park Jimin made you dream.

He helped you get back on your feet when you didn't have the courage and the will to even crawl.

But you disappointed him. Ten years of service would become nothing because you messed up the opportunity he had been looking forward to all these years.

You ruined his business contract with Ms. Sim. It embarrassed you so bad that you went home that morning, ignoring the fact that Mr. Park wasn't done reprimanding you.

It's rude to walk away just like that; however, you couldn't listen to him anymore. It pained you to hear him confirm your greatest nightmare: to appear like you weren't enough.

It's Thursday now. You filed a week of vacation leave. You were surprised that it got approved right away. You wondered if Jimin intervened.

Maybe.

Maybe he couldn't bear to see your face. Maybe he was allowing you to recover from the pain before he broke your heart again.

He would definitely fire you. There's no way he'd keep you around after what you had done.

It's a little unfair though. You were just partly at fault here. Jimin told you before that whatever his mother asked should be followed, as in no further question needed. Mrs. Park asked you to cancel her son's meetings last Friday because she was going to throw him a surprise birthday party.

You played along, thinking that Jimin deserved a break from work. He sure did. The photos circulating the internet showed how happy he was with the party.

He even called you that Friday night, saying that it was the best time of his life, however he missed you there. He said the event would've been perfect if you only showed up.

You didn't. Mrs. Park invited you but you decided not to come. The party was for Jimin, his family, and friends.

You were just his employee, so imagine how surprised you were when that same Friday night, Jimin also told you he'd like to take you out to dinner on Monday. Apparently his mother told him that the surprise party was only possible because of your help.

You were very hands-on. You made sure that every little detail would be in accordance to your boss' liking. You knew him best. You were the only person (aside from his family) who managed to stay with him for a decade.

Your colleagues teased you about it. They said that Jimin had a soft spot for you, that maybe that was why they would never understand why you were in love with your boss.

Jimin's affection was exclusive for you.

No one saw how cutely he acted around you. He looked at you using those angel eyes, Jimin even made coffee for you every single day. It's a little ironic considering that you were his secretary and he was your boss.

Admittedly there were more things he showed you that proved how much he adored you. You liked how he always made you feel better using words as well:

"I love that color on you, it makes your eyes pop."

"Let me do it for you. Rest. I hate the tired look on your face."

"Well, do you need me as a listener or someone who would give you advice?" Was the question he asked whenever you told him what's bothering you.

Jimin was the sweetest that you also thought that he had feelings for you. Actually, you wanted to move forward so you planned to confess to him last Monday.

It's romantic.

You imagine looking at the skyscrapers, drinking wine and him as you admitted your love for him.

"I'm so dumb," you chuckled bitterly, shaking your head. It felt wrong to wallow in self-pity like this. You should've just made use of your vacation leave instead of staying home and crying.

You were clutching a cream sweater near your chest. You bought this piece of clothing as a gift for Jimin's birthday. You were planning to give this to him last Monday, but that's out of the picture now.

"No. This isn't right. I shouldn't pine after my boss. I'm young and—" Talking to yourself came into a halt when you heard something scratching your front door. Actually, it had been going for a while so you couldn't ignore it any longer.

Huffing, you made your way to the door and opened it.

"Meow~"

No, you weren't imagining it. After ten years of not seeing and hearing from him, Serendipity, your calico cat, was here again.

"S-Serendipity?" Even though you knew it was him, you still stuttered his name as you squinted.

Were you dreaming?

"Meow~" You're not. Serendipity was real and he was making his way inside your home despite not being invited.

"Serendipity!" You called again, this time, you were certain it was him. You stood idle behind the door before turning to look at your furry pet. He was burrowing under a sweater.

"Serendipity, no!" You whined, rushing to snatch the sweater away from him. "This isn't yours. It's for Jimin!"

You knew you couldn't give it to your boss, but you just didn't want the sweater to be ruined. It changed, however, when your cat started showing signs that he was unhappy.

"Oh no, don't be sad..." You caressed Serendipity's head after giving the sweater back for him to burrow.

Your cat still remained sad though. He held his ears back, his tail was tucked, and his hair was standing on end. This caused you to panic a little. You hadn't seen him in a long time. You couldn't afford to make him feel blue.

"It's okay, baby. You can have that sweater. Jimin doesn't deserve it anyway."

Serendipity suddenly looked intrigued with what you had said. His ears perked up, meowing like he was urging you to tell him what was wrong.

You scoffed, in the mood to rant. The pain Jimin caused you was coming back stronger now that you found someone who was willing to listen to you.

"I mean, if he respects me as a person, he would've at least let me explain, right?" You looked at your cat, as if you were expecting him to nod his head and agree with your sentiments.

You had been talking shit about Jimin for quite some time now. Frankly speaking, Serendipity looked a little sulky. Perhaps he was getting tired listening to your complaints.

"He's so annoying. Why did I even fall in love with my jerk of a boss?"

That seemed to be Serendipity's last straw. His expression upon hearing you confess your love for your boss was priceless.

Like a human, his jaw dropped on the floor, brown eyes growing big.

"Hey, you okay?" You creased your forehead, worried that your calico cat was acting weird.

His body was trembling, there's a blinding light coming out of his little body.

"S-Serendipity?" You called as you took a step away from the furry pet.

You were contemplating whether to run for the hills or not. This was definitely weird. But in the end, you chose to do the latter: you remained glued on your spot, mouth also hanging open as you watched your calico cat turned into a human.

A fucking human.

Not just a human, but Park Jimin.

Your boss.

Park Jimin!

What the fuck was happening?

Did you really just see your calico cat turned into the human form of Park Jimin?

"Oops..." Was the first thing Jimin said. His reaction made it seem like he didn't mean any of this to happen, like he didn't want to be caught, but fuck. He really had the audacity to cover his naked chest with the sweater, not thinking that his fully erected cock was on display, as if ready to be sucked.

The idea got you all hot and flustered, especially now that Jimin was smirking at you. He didn't even look like he was bothered. In fact, it seemed like he was enjoying showing off his perfect body.

"Cat got your tongue?" Indeed. Jimin's loop-sided grin grew bigger. He was a few feet away from where you're standing, you could see him playfully wiggling his brow.

"I-I..." You stammered and then immediately trailed off, unsure of what to say or think.

"By all means, continue talking shit about me. I have all the time in the world."

He wasn't lying. Jimin was your calico cat, here to see you.

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

bakugou thoughts pt 2001847471 :)))

- if u go to the park, and somebody is like, walking their dog n the animal barks at y’all??? bakugou is barking back. mans full on squares up, n barks at the dog until it backs off

- he rarely gets into shows/series, but when he finds one he likes, he’ll only watch the first few episodes and then make u watch the rest with him. he’ll always say sum “if i dont watch with you, then i gotta make extra time for your needy ass. ‘m prioritizing my fuckin’ time. it doesn’t mean anything, shut up.” ...... he’s lying. it does mean something. it means he wants to share the things he likes with u

- pls he’s so smart, and generally pretty aware, but sometimes he’ll just do something so duMb. like, u kno that thing that happens sometimes with hair?? like, when it sticks to ur fingers and no matter what u do, u can’t get it off?? bakugou is literally breaking his wrist a foot away from u, shaking his hand back and forth and cursing soooo loudly. u just gotta go up to him and gently remove the hair from him like “oh honey- no.”

- peanut gallery comments. lots of them. mans will sit fully dead silent, not talking for the whOle day, but the second u do something embarrassing?? like trip??? suddenly he has a LOT to say ..... smh men

- animals just always like him. its absolutely unexplainable bc he’s so loud n moves super suddenly,,, but the amount of street animals that follow him home is ridiculous. srsly. sometkmes he even has other people’s pets trying to follow him home

- respects absolutely no one n that somehow strangely makes him the most respectful u’ve ever seen??? like- he hates everyone the exact same so u won’t ever catch bakugou in an act of discrimmination

- he can’t draw at all but if u asked him to draw something, it’ll be the same skull every single time. it’s a good skull, but it’s soooo obvious he learned how to draw it from a tutorial in the midst of his emo phase

- will fully make fun of others for baby-talking around their s/o, n then just fully go home n look at you like “tired.” “hungry.” “kiss.”...... like okay baby man, maybe try putting a full sentence together before u start trying to run your mouth. hypocrite.

- probably sleeps like the dead. contrary to popular belief, i absolutely do not believe he’s up at every single noise. man’s could sleep thru an explosion, im sure of it. that being said tho, it’s probably actually hard for him to turn his brain off n fall asleep. he prob goes to bed so “early” bc he has to wind down for a good hr or two until he’s ready to actually sleep

- he’s got a vendetta against salespeople. like, if his phone rings with some bullshit about a product? if somebody, god forbid, tries to walk up to your door? fully frothing at the mouth annoyed. will chew out any employee who’s too underpaid not to listen to him

- eats like an absolute animal. no rlly, its bad. holds his spoon with a fist and digs at his meal like its the gold rush. the worst table manners you’ve ever seen rlly

- he gets sorts antsy if he sits for too long, so he’s always off doing random shit. like, u’ll look out the window n he’s just like, raking the .3 leaves from ur driveway, probably trying to guess where the wind will be so they wont blow back

- ik this with my heart and soul okay,,, bakugou has never had a conversation with u that wasnt from exactly .2 meters away. like,, if he’s comfortable, then he’s just close all the time. like he’s waving his hands around and yelling and you just have to take his face in ur hands and go “im literally right here. ily but pls tone it down for the sake of my hearing.”

- very much guard dog behavior when y’all go out. absolutely will not leave ur side for even a second, like, at a bar or during a concert. even if u go to the bathroom he’s like, leaning against the wall and waiting right outside the door

- gets absolutely bitchy about your phone blowing up while you’re hanging out. its not that he’s suspicious that ur, like, cheating on him, it’s just that he doesnt understand why u’d even leave ur phone on in the first place since he always has his turned off when ur around. if he gets annoyed enough he’ll fully take the phone out of ur hands, say sum “yeah, you don’t fuckin’ need this anymore. you’re done with this.” n toss it across the room while he kisses u senseless

- tbh his ultimate love language is 100% playfighting. v much would go heart eyes if u even seemed like u might try n wrestle him. obvi u dont win, but his favorite is how u laugh while he pins ur hands above ur head

- he sneers at other angry people. will fully, fully sit there like “jesus christ, they need to calm the hell down. annoying as shit- fuckin’ loud too.” ....... -i. who’s gonna tell him

- silent conversations with ur eyes. no rlly. if y’all are with friends and somebody says something questionable, bakugou is immeadiately turning to u, eyes hardly even shifting but u just know he’s hurling insults in his head

- he doesnt realize his own strength sometimes. like- he knows he’s strong, but if u ever open a door n ur like “woah, careful, this is heavier than it looks” bakugou is .2 steps behind u practically ripping the damn thing off it’s hinges. he’ll look at it, huffing like he doesn’f even understand the issue

- he rlly likes when u call him by his name. pet names are fine, but he srsly is super soft for the simple stuff. like when u look over at him, all excited, smile wide like “hey katsuki, u gotta see this! c’mere!”

- his road rage is severe. no rlly. bakugou drives like every day is a race n he’s one win away from going formula one. you’re pretty sure that the only reason he passed his license test is bc the instuctor was too terrified to tell him no

- bakugou probably does that thing where if you’re sitting on the counter top, watching him cook, he’ll stand between ur legs. hands on ur thighs or resting on ur hips while you tell him about your day

- can’t explain this one, but he doesnt kill spiders. he takes them outside. says sum “they eat ticks, idiot. what- you actually want a fuckin’ blood disease? Hah? ‘m not gonna kill it. motherfucker’s gotta earn his keep before dyin’ just like the rest of us.” while he v gently picks the spider up into his hand and walks it outside

- ik that his one cheat food is sugary cereal. like, he’s a health freak, but the one thing he can’t help but make a concession for is sugary cereal on the weekends

- he’ll sometimes get in this over-stimulated mood where everything pisses him off, n the only thing u can do is leave him alone. u learn this quick bc his anger doesn’t discrimminate and if u push him even after he tells u what’s up?? pls bakugou will lash tf out. at u. like, ik y’all like to write it but that whole “it’s okay- it’s just me. just look at me.” thing does not work with him,,, u literally gonna get merc’d if u try

- he’s probably a guy who’s gonna be super big on passing touches. like he drops his hand on ur head when he passes, or bumps his shoulder into urs when he laughs. no footsies tho. too sappy even for him- pls if u tried to initate that he’d crush ur toes under the table aHAHAHA

- feeds every street cat he comes across. is probably super fond of the ones with a bunch of scratches/scars on them. he’d die if u knew, but one time u caught him feeding a scratched up calico n going “bet u beat his stupid ass, right? that’s my girl. we always win, huh?”

—/—

surprise suprise,, my brain rlly never shuts the hell up about this man

[xxtoothachexx]

a/n: I’m currently bleaching my hair to dye it and to desperately ignore the itchiness I’m writing dumb stuff once again. don’t bring up the fact I didn’t include nezuko I barely can write something simple for her

I’m incredibly invested in animals so this was fun for me to do

Pet HCs for the Demon Slayers

Tanjiro

As much as I want to just say he’d get a dog or some normal pet I think he’d absolutely adore a rabbit or some small rodent

He loves it and takes absolutely phenomenal care of the rabbit. It’s just as nice as him and everyone else also adores the rabbit, but it doe have an issue with biting people he doesn’t like

Zenitsu

A very small hamster that he insists is his emotional support despite being as equally anxious as Zenitsu is

It likes to hide in his sleeves or his hood whenever he’s doing work or just hanging out with the hamster

Inosuke

A boar, no I will not explain why

No one knows how or even when he got it. It just showed up and no one has any idea of what to do about it. It will not leave

Kanao

She ended up buying a random hermit crab she felt bad for at a store and ended up falling in love with it

Soon enough she ended up having a whole ton of hermit crabs but she enjoys helping them pick new shells to move into and caring for them

Shinobu cannot keep track of a single one of their names but Kanao somehow can

Genya

Very big bearded dragon vibes coming off of him

Probably gave it some really cute name and takes very good care of it, he likes to let it rest on his shoulder while he does things

Sanemi isn’t allowed to take care of it because a cricket ran up his sleeve while trying to feed it and he never wants to step foot in the room again

Rengoku

The biggest and fluffiest golden retriever you’ve ever seen in your whole life, and it’s just as full of energy as him

It doesn’t have the best training though and has even taken out Tengen jumping on him when Rengoku didn’t put the dog in a different room while opening the door

Shinobu

She would absolutely love orchid mantises and would probably own an unreasonable amount of them. They’re just so pretty and look like little flowers

Other than that she’s probably owned frogs in the past. Her favorites were little poison dart frogs because she’d mortify everyone when she’d just pick them up bare handed

(fun fact w/ maxx: captive poison dart frogs are non toxic because they don’t eat the same insects in the wild that make them toxic!)

Sanemi

Never really found the interest in owning any weird or exotic pets, most of them freak him out or make him uncomfortable

Over the past few years he started adopting senior dogs from shelters to give them a proper home in their last few years and he has a major soft spot for them 🥺

Someone pointed out sanemis beetle I’m kind of an idiot that I forgot it lmao

Tengen

The most annoyingly pampered and spoiled small dog (I can’t decide between a toy poodle or dachshund and idk why those two come to mind)

Bedazzled collar and cool little accessories and all that. It constantly will be looking at others with the most unapproving glare ever

Giyuu

Of course he has cat owner vibes but I feel like he’d own another animal. He has a small and quiet little cat though that he talks to

He bought a tarantula for the sole reason of being able to tell others that it got out so that they’d leave his damn house when he wanted them to

Muichiro

Has co-ownership of a tiny betta fish that Genya helped him win at a festival. He has co ownership because he keeps forgetting to feed it and clean it’s tank

Despite that the fish is surprisingly resilient. It’s launched itself out of its tank on multiple occasions and survived fine till someone found it but heaven forbid Muichiro be ten minutes late to feeding it

Mitsuri

Absolutely another cat lover. Accidentally created an army of stray cats that cry at the front door to be fed every morning. They’re all kind of scraggly but she loves them regardless

Her favorite is an old one eyed calico that Obanai took one look at and named Pirate, she’s very sweet

Obanai

Kaburamaru and a love for snakes is a given for him. He likes ball pythons the most because they’re very sweet and cute!!

He’s had a blue tongue skink for a while too, but he also hates bugs so he makes other people get the insects to feed it (he can suck it up and handle them on occasion)

Gyomei

The absolute chunkiest grey cat you’ve ever seen in your life. It meows a lot to greet him and let him know where it is around his house

It has a habit of walking through people’s legs and causing them to trip. It will do this to everyone but Gyomei

[oceanid-writes]

hi-hi, may i have a mha matchup, please? otherwise just ignore me lol.

bisexual | girl | INTP

appearance: I'm 164cm(~5'4) tall, slim&athletic, and I usually give off the 'cute good girl' vibe, so ppl are shocked when they hear me cursing a lot lol. Long brown hair, my deer eyes have the same color, I have purple circles under them - I wear eyeglasses. My clothing style is very girly, mostly wearing skirts and dresses(soft girl/light academia - kind of a mixture of them). There's a tiny, barely visible scar above my right eyebrow, I've opened our car's door on my head lmao.

personality: I have a confusingly dual, hard-to-like personality. First impression is either a stoic resting bitch face bitch or the awkward, cute and polite girl.

I'm faking myself and good at keeping my emotions under control, I'm really adaptable(sometimes full-stoic, other times talkative) too. I HATE showing weaknesses, I'm hiding them from even people I love, I simply can't stand emotional vulnerability. Making me talk about my issues, problems? Nearly impossible.

My way of thinking is quite realistic and highly critical, I have opinions about everything, I get passionate while sharing them, deep conversations are keeping me alive. Though, I rarely share these lol. Sometimes I'm even told that I'm wise? Kind of.

I'm the CLUMSIEST person, and kinda awkward too, cringe situations always find me. Quite easily get jumped/scared/pranked. My humour is colorful: TEASING, dark, morbid, absurd, trollish. Sometimes I can come off phlegmatic, rude and very-very mean. Gonna roast the shit out of you. Also, I zone out a LOT always asking back 'what did you say?'

I'm generally a kind, polite, caring and patient person tho. I take loyalty quite seriously, but I don't get attached easily. I have a kind of unapproachable, 'emotions ew' vibes, but I have a softie side who adores cuddling and giving love, affection to people - it's kind of a selfish coping mechanism for me at the same time, bc the feeling being needed is incredibly comforting for me - so I it's a mania, an inner-pressure for me to be a reliable figure. Also, I can be just a dumb idiot and loosen up with my little gang if I'm in the mood. Once my close friend told me that I'm an unpredictable person. I need a lot of alone time&space.

I'm also vain, snobbish, pro procastrinator, lazy and selfish just to mention some negative traits. I have massive self-hatred spirals, thinking I am a burden, unworthy for love, useless on my bad days; slight imposter syndrome I guess.

My love language is words of affirmation&quality time, and when I have to express it, I'm best with acts of service. I'm not so romantic, valentines day and similar stuff just gonna make me roll my eyes, but I'll adapt to my partner's needs.

hobbies/likes: classical literature, theatre, politics, hiking, sightseeing, travelling,  mysteries, reading about disappearances(crimes, like Sodder siblings, Tara Calico etc.) and (unsolved) crimes, trying out new things, yoga, running, horse riding, table tennis, listening to music, cats, thunderstorms, rainy days, cider, tequila, going out and drinking with friends, smoking sometimes, family time, psychology, sexual psychology, reading trash/funny FB comments, massaging others, deep converstaions, surrealism, anything indie

Hi! Based on everything you said, I think the yandere best fit for you would be Miruko! Sorry if this matchup is a bit short, I am not feeling well but I’m trying to push through these and it’s hard to write a ton when I can’t think completely straight.

Warnings: Kidnapping, yandere behaviour.

Boku No Hero Academia Yandere Matchup

With most other yanderes, it does matter who their darling is, but Miruko won’t care if you’re a civilian, villain, or pro-hero. She still finds you adorable. Even if she meets you will your mean-looking resting face first, the second she sees how polite and cute you are, it’s all over. Miruko is a very confident person, so I do see her getting along best with some more awkward and less happy-go-lucky. It’s a good thing that she’s also pretty realistic (being a pro-hero who has to risk her life on a daily basis can do that to you) and she loves to talk about important matters with you and get feedback. You better show her your soft side though, because sometimes after a long day of work, Miruko just wants to cuddle with you. 

The other great thing about Miruko, is that she does not care what you’ve done, or how you act. If she wasn’t a yandere sure, she might not see you in the same light, but Yandere Miruko completely infantilizes all of your bad actions and behaviours. She thinks of it as “oh y/n’s negative traits are so adorable”. Of course, this does expand to worse things too, like if you need to be alone or just have time away from her, she will twist it into being a joke or you being in a bad mood. She’s completely delusional, and while she will listen to what you say, if it’s something she really doesn’t want to hear, she ignores it and continues on. 

She will totally kidnap you too, (it doesn’t matter if you’re ignoring her or accepting her feelings, she’ll just want you all to herself) and make sure you can’t see anyone else. Miruko gets very jealous easily, and she likes being the center of your attention.

When she’s home just look at her, ok? She wouldn’t want to take away your tv and book privileges, again.

[hereformcdonaldshonestly]

Hi, may I have a romantic mha matchup, please? dear lord i hope i haven't sent u this yet lol

Fleur | bisexual | girl | INTP

Appearance: I'm 164cm(~5'4) tall, slim&athletic, and I usually give off the 'cute good girl' vibe, so ppl are shocked when they hear me cursing a lot lol. Long brown hair with bangs, my deer eyes have the same color - I wear eyeglasses. My clothing style is very girly, mostly wearing skirts and dresses(sometimes elegant, sometimes rather cute outfits). There's a tiny, barely visible scar above my right eyebrow, I've opened our car's door on my head lmao.

Personality: I have a confusingly dual, hard-to-like personality. First impression is either a stoic resting bitch face bitch or the awkward, cute and polite girl.

I'm faking myself and good at keeping my emotions under control, I'm really adaptable(sometimes full-stoic, other times talkative). I HATE showing weaknesses, I'm hiding them from even people I love, I simply can't stand emotional vulnerability. Making me talk about my issues, problems? Nearly impossible.

My way of thinking is quite realistic and highly critical, I have opinions about everything, I get passionate while sharing them, deep conversations are keeping me alive. Sometimes I'm event told that I'm wise? Kind of.

I'm the CLUMSIEST person, and kinda awkward too, cringe situations always find me. Quite easily get jumped/pranked. My humour is colorful: TEASING, dark, morbid, absurd, trollish. Sometimes I can come off phlegmatic, rude.

I'm generally a kind, polite, caring and patient person tho. I take loyalty quite seriously, but I don't get attached easily. I have a kind of unapproachable, 'emotions ew' vibes, but I have a softie side who adores cuddling and giving love, affection to people - it's kind of a selfish coping mechanism for me at the same time, bc the feeling being needed is incredibly comforting for me. Also, I can be just a dumb idiot and loosen up with my little gang if I'm in the mood. Once my close friend told me that I'm an unpredictable person. I need a lot of alone time&space.

I'm also vain, snobbish, pro procastrinator, lazy and selfish just to mention some negative traits. I have massive self-hatred spirals, thinking I am a burden, unworthy for love on my bad days. Slight imposter syndrome I guess.

My love language is words of affirmation&quality time, and when I have to express it, I'm best with acts of service. I'm not so romantic, valentines day and similar stuff just gonna make me roll my eyes.

Hobbies/Likes: classical literature, theatre, politics, hiking, sightseeing, travelling,  mysteries, reading about disappearances(crimes, like Sodder siblings, Tara Calico etc.), trying out new things, yoga, running, horse riding, table tennis, listening to music, cats, thunderstorms, rainy days, cider, tequila, going out and drinking with friends, smoking sometimes, family time, psychology, sexual psychology, reading trash/funny FB comments, massaging others, deep converstaions, surrealism, anything indie

For you I chose:

Momo Yaoyorozu!

Reason

I feel like she would help balance you out, at first I thought about Katsuki Bakugou but then I decided that probably wouldn't work out the best. She would balance it out, trying to get you to talk about anything that's bothering you, but she isn't forcing you!

Why They Love You

Momo loves your soft side, she loves that you can feel comfortable around her. She also loves how wise you are! She feels like she can ask you anything and you'll be there to answer. Momo always respects your space and always is aware of what is going on, just so she doesn't make you stressed on accident.

Date Headcanons

As a date idea, Momo suggested a murder mystery tour! Where basically you walk downtown with a group and a tour guide, picking up clues and trying to solve the mystery! Turns out it was like one big walking version of Clue!

You guys went out for date night! You both agreed that you would go without a plan and see where it takes you, after an hour of walking, driving, and just talking, and that's you see the glowing sign for poem reading! You guys went in and sat down with some drinks, watching people read poems, sing, and talk about different topics. You guys had a great time together!

General Headcanons

Momo always asks about what you're reading that week. She always wants to learn more about the literature you like so she can read it as well! She knows how much you love classical literature so she starts suggesting different writers and even tried to buy you different books that she thought you would like!

Whenever it comes to a romantic holiday, she knows how you aren't a huge fan of them. She'll maybe surprise you with flowers or dinner, but she'll still treat it as a normal day. She surprisingly is the same way, not really understanding why it was a big deal. Unless you want to go and do something for it, she is completely okay with staying home and watching documentaries!

Songs That Remind Me of You Both

Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier

Yellow by Coldplay

I hope you have a great day!

[aniseandspearmint]

We have about a dozen feral cats in my neighborhood. One, a kitten, is an absolutely gorgeous little calico, but dumb as a post. (And sadly far too fast for me and my bad knees to catch or I would). Cute but dumb hissy fluff ball.

Case in point, they wandered out into the middle of the street this evening and laid down. Like cars don't come barreling down it heedless of anything in the way ALL THE TIME. Mom noticed and asked me to go do something about it, so I go out there and start tossing the little idiot bits of my sandwich in the hopes of coaxing it over.

I am blankly stared at. Kitten is unmoved. I sigh and head out into the road and this moves the kitten. Very offended, it scurries to the curb.

As an afterthought, I picked up the sandwich bits I'd thrown, because they're in the street and I don't want the kitten or any of the other cats coming out after them.

So I toss them, right? A nice gentle toss. I SWEAR, I just meant to throw them in the yard.

But, no. My aim, as always, SUCKS.

I hit the kitten right between its shocked little eyes. It bolted. I clearly tried to kill it and am never to be trusted again (not that it did anyway). Ah well. Maybe it'll stay out of the road now.

[pixelatedrose]

Brilliance Part Two

Brilliance Of A Dying Star

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Word Count: 2,403

Pairings: Rociet, background Intuality, eventual Analogical

Warnings: Uncensored swearing, bombing, minor alcohol mention, fighting (verbal) if there’s anything I missed please please tell me, and if there’s anything you would like me to tag, don’t hesitate to ask!

Summary:

Roman Prince lives in a world where the population is split between super powered people and normal people. These super powers were soon named Flaire. And even though he desperately wished he had a Flaire of his own, Roman lives life working in a cat cafe alongside his coworkers, a few of which have Flaires. His life is fairly normal and tragically mundane until a local superhero crashes into his apartment.

Chapter 2

  "You're the guy from last night!!" The shorter man yelled.

  Roman scoffed offendedly. "And you're the fabulous bastard who broke my window!!"

  The golden haired boy piped up. "And I'm Patton!!" He said. The pair looked at him and his smile became sheepish. "Sorry, I felt left out. I'll just….wait over here for my order." He scampered back and away to a table where he tried oh so hard to look like he wasn't eavesdropping on the heated pair.

  Roman turned back to the man with off-colored eyes. "What are you even doing here?" He hissed. "Following me for something?"

  The short boy snorted. "No. Why would I follow you?" He said with something akin to distaste. "I just want a damn drink, alright, Sir Fabulous Bastard?" He finished his sentence with a scrunched up face, using his hands to make air quotes.

  Roman crossed his arms and huffed. "Fine. What do you want, Ruiner of Windows?"

  "Just a m- black coffee."

  Roman raised an eyebrow. "Anything else?"

  The man scrunched his shoulders and peered bitterly at the menu above. "And a blueberry muffin." He finally said.

  Roman let out a breath of air, trying to ignore the increasingly obvious glances and glares the man was getting from Virgil across the room, the thin man trying to look intimidating despite the multiple felines draped across his body. "Can I have a name for the order?"

  "Dai." The man said.

  Roman raised an eyebrow and wrote 'Day' on the cup. "Dai huh? Isn't that a bit-"

  "I am not here to talk, idiot. I'll have you know that because of the ruckus you made I lost my target."

  "Well maybe you shouldn't break people's windows." Roman said, handing off the cup and order to Alice.

  "I had to hide somewhere and your little apartment just happened to be the perfect place."

  "That's a load of bullshit. There were plenty of other places you could have hidden."

  "No there really wasn't. I had to be completely hidden and there was only one place that wouldn't arouse suspicion and it was in your house, jackass."

  "Oh so I'm the jackass here? For doing what? Being upset you broke my fucking wind-"

  A lady with two children pointedly cleared her throat behind Dai, the other woman with her holding her hand. She looked significantly at the children and back up at the arguing pair.

  Roman raised his hand in apology. "Sorry, ma'am." He turned back to Dai. "Listen I can't argue right now, but this isn't over, shorty!!"

  Dai made a noise and opened his mouth to talk before the golden haired boy took him by the arm and pulled him away.

  A few minutes later Alice came out with the two boy's orders. "Patton and Dai?" She called, eyeing Patton as he played fondly with a calico cat named Truffle.

  Patton bounced up to the counter, Dai following slowly behind. "Thaaat's us!!" He trilled happily, following it with a short giggle.

  He picked up his cup and skipped back to the table. Roman tuned out after that, knowing the drill at this point. Logan would come out with a small bag of three or four raspberry thumbprint cookies, and the two boys would talk while Patton finished his snack and coffee.

  That was how it was supposed to go, anyway.

  "You delusional moron!!" Dai's voice sounded and Roman looked up from his phone to see the furious boy. "My name's spelled with an 'I' dumbass!"

  Roman threw his hands up in defense. "Well how was I supposed to know that. I didn't know there was any other way to spell the name Dai!!"

  "Well you didn't ask, did you?"

  "And you didn't tell me! What's the 'I' for anyway? Infuriating?"

  "That's what you've devolved into now? Childish name calling?"

  "Well you look child sized so how was I supposed to know you were above it? I was just trying to come down to your level, Prince charming."

  There was a small pause in which Dai seemed to ignore him before he snapped back to attention. "Oh sorry, are you done talking about yourself finally? I couldn't tell, all the noises coming out of your mouth all sound like the same annoying shit."

  "You really are a little bitch aren't you?"

  "I try." Dai sneered.

  Roman hardly noticed when Logan and Patton got up. Logan walked around the counter and placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder, Patton doing the same to Dai on the other side.

  “Hey, Dai, maybe we should just leave the nice barista alone?”

  “Roman, I do believe that you need to calm down a significant amount. You are going to scare the other customers.”

  Roman scrunched up his shoulders and crossed his arms. Dai looked at him through furious and challenging eyes. Roman looked away and out the window, letting Logan remove their hand from where it rested on his shoulder. Dai finally turned and started to walk away again.

  Of course though, Roman couldn’t keep his dumb mouth shut. “The only one who’s gonna scare customers is this half sized asshole’s glare…” Roman muttered.

  Dai spun around, rage so explicit on his slowly reddening face. And if Roman didn’t know any better, he’d think he might have just seen the short boy’s left eye flicker- like static- for just a moment. “What?!” Dai shouted.

  Roman shrugged Logan’s hand’s off his shoulders this time. “Oh you heard that? Good! Because it’s TRUE! Your glare would kill puppies if they came too close! Maybe that’s why your friend took you to a cat cafe instead! Keep casualties to a minimum!”

  Roman swears he’s never seen someone more angry. “Listen here you janky ass smirking creton, you have no-”

  And suddenly Dai stopped. His eyes changed. His expression switched. Something was wrong.

  Roman ignored it. Like an idiot. “What? Ran out of clever things to say? Come now, I thought-”

  Dai clapped his hand over Roman’s mouth. When had he jumped on the counter? “Shut up for a moment…” He wasn’t looking at Roman anymore. Instead his off color eyes were searching the cafe for something.

  This is just another stupid trick. Roman thought. Dai is gonna look at me with that stupid smirk and tell me something like ‘finally it’s quiet’ or something else just as-

  Then Roman actually heard it. So did Virgil who had been watching everything from the back. And Roman only got the chance to see terror flash across his friend’s face before the thin man called to the cats in the cafe- his Flaire- gathering them in a corner of the room before Dai tackled Roman to the ground and screamed, “DUCK!!” Right as the ticking noise turned into a boom.

~~*~~

  Roman’s ears were ringing.

  His head hurt too. 

  There was someone on top of him. 

  He tried to take a breath- No he coughed out a breath. 

  There was smoke everywhere. 

  He remembered Virgil in the back…

  Roman gasped and tried to stand up, pushing the person off of him. “What-” He stumbled back into the back counter holding his head and wincing.

  Finally everything stopped ringing enough that he could make out his own thoughts. He opened his eyes to a scene he never expected to witness.

  The whole front quarter of the cafe was destroyed. Glass was everywhere and black charred marks seared the ground and ceiling.

  Roman glanced over to where Virgil had been. He was crouched low to the ground and Roman could only suspect he was sheltering the cats with his body.

  He glanced over to see Logan on the ground next to him, a small cut above their eyebrow. They looked like they would be fine, as would Virgil.

  The other customers in the shop looked to be relatively unscathed, as did Patton. How that had happened Roman could only guess.

  Roman turned to see Alice standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he was glad to see she wasn’t hurt.

  “Dammit…” Dai spat as he stood up, looking around the wrecked cafe. “There’s no way they could have followed me here! How did they know...I could have sworn…”

  “Dai!!” Patton made his way over to the short boy, a small crack in his big round frames. “What was that?! Do you think they could have followed you?” His voice was slightly hushed, as if it was a secret.

  “I don’t know…” Dai murmured. He pulled out his phone which was relatively undamaged and dialed a number, Roman didn’t bother to see what it was.

  Instead he picked his way over to Virgil who was covered in small bits of rubble and dust. “Vee!! Virgil are you okay?!”

  Virgil slowly sat up, moving from where he sheltered the small animals. “Y-yeah...I think I’ll be okay...I only noticed the sound in time to call them to me, but I think the cats are okay too…”

  Logan walked over to them with Alice by their side. “It seems a bomb went off…” They said, glasses missing from their face. They must have fallen off in the explosion.

  “No shit…” Alice said, looking around the wrecked cafe. “What are going to do now though?”

  They all paused. What were they going to do?

  Logan could easily find themself work in their aunt’s bakery while the cafe was being repaired, but for Virgil and Roman...it was a bit harder.

  Virgil’s Flaire would make you think it’d be easy to find work in the animal industry, being able to command and talk to animals like that, but as it turned out, a lot of people didn’t trust him. He had gotten fired from his last job working in a veterinary clinic because too many people filed complaints saying he was too controlling with their animals. He’d been offered many jobs at local pounds and animal control facilities, but he turned them all down. He hated the idea of using his ability to only contain dangerous animals.

  And Roman...Well this job was his everything. He could probably find work elsewhere, but it would be hard to find some place that would pay as much as the job he had at the cafe. As it was, he was scraping by with just the cafe and his band. And he really didn’t want to have to take two jobs. And if worse came to worst, he might even be forced to drop out of the band until the cafe got repaired.

  What were they going to do now?

~~*~~

  The police showed up and started doing their work. Roman and his coworkers were released to go home finally. They all decided to follow Roman to the bar where he was scheduled to play that night. Thomas had joined them too. After their first few songs were done, they all sullenly drank together, mourning the loss of the cafe that had brought them all together.

  Eventually Thomas spoke up. “I’ve recommended you all to different places.”

  Virgil’s head shot up. “You’ve what?!”

  “Calm down. Virgil, I recommended you to a rescue shelter. I covered your Flaire with them and they’re not bothered by it. Alice and Roman, I have a friend that owns a diner not too far from here, they said they’d be delighted to give you work while the cafe is being repaired. And Logan-”

  Logan held up their hand. “No need. I already contacted my aunt. She’s more than willing to let me work in her bakery. I thank you for the recommendation, Thomas, but I got this one covered.” They said, a sad, weathered smile finding its way to their lips.

  Virgil spoke up. “What about the cats? Where are they gonna go? I don’t want to just give them up to a shelter.”

  Thomas nodded. “Don’t worry about the cat’s Virgil. I know someone who owns a small farm who said that they’d take them in for a while. They’ll be safe and taken care of there, I promise.”

  Virgil relaxed and they all fell into a quietly bitter silence.

  This shouldn’t have happened in the first place… Roman thought. By the sounds of it, it was the same person Dai was after last night… Roman got up, telling the others he just needed to use the bathroom. He instead turned and found himself outside in an alleyway. “That means it’s my fault it happened…” Roman leaned against the wall and looked up at the light polluted night sky, only about ten stars visible. “If I hadn’t been so loud when Dai came in, maybe he could have caught that bastard…” Roman slid to the ground and hid his face in his chest, guilt eating at his stomach.

  He heard the door open behind him and he sighed, starting to stand up. “I don’t want to talk about it, Vee-” He stopped when he saw a short boy with golden eyes that didn’t quite match one another.

  Dai leaned against the doorway, his gaze met Roman’s for a split second before trailing the opposite wall. “I didn’t know you played in a band.” He smirked. “You sound just awful.”

  Roman looked away. “What do you want...If you’re here to tell me it’s my fault, too late. I already-”

  “I’m not here to scold you, dumbass.” Dai rolled his eyes. “I’m here to tell you that I’m sorry. It’s my fault your job got blown up and I’m sorry.”

  Roman paused. “...You’re not sorry about the window-”

  “Hey!! That might have been my fault too, but that one was unavoidable!” Dai yelled.

  “Oh my god..AGAIN?! There were plenty other places you could have hidden!! It’s not like my apartment building was the only building on the street!”

  “How many times do I have to tell you that your house was the only place I could have hidden properly?!”

  “I- ugh...you know what, forget it. My life literally just blew up in my face today…” Roman sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Just go away...Tell the purple haired boy to come and get me when I’m on next…”

  Roman didn’t notice the way Dai’s eyes softened for a moment, the way they actually looked sad. He opened the door and before he left he paused. He opened his mouth to say something, but snapped it shut, swallowing the words, “You sound good, by the way…” Like hot coals.

A/n: I’m sorry I kept you guys waiting so long and Sorry this chapter is so messy!! I had a vague idea and the words didn’t come too easily this time. I’m so very very excited for this story though!! I have ideas that I’m excited to put to word and I can’t wait to share it with you guys! till next time, stay fresh and minty my friends!

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[pastrygeckos]

Hello I just want you to know. I saw a video of a calico cat doing something dumb with relish, and I just sighed, "what are you doing Saki" Turns out, it wasn't your cat

This message totally made my day lmao, it's really weird to think about my idiot baby reaching people all around the world!

She's basically an influencer at this point, she needs some sponsorships

[pointless-notes-blog]

Morning coffee

I’m Oliver, this story would be my first post and story on tumblr so please if I did anything wrong please inform me (in a polite way) and yeah just, enjoy.

Note: this is a short story written about one of my random ocs, they are not from any fandom I just got bored and did it, sorry for the interruption, please continue! :) (contains swears)

I rolled out of bed at 6:00 am, smacking my alarm clock, my lazy hand smacked it so hard it looked as though it were to jump up and smack me back, in a way, it did. I got my usual 3 and a half hours of sleep last night, which didn’t seem like a big deal, but now those 3 hours of sleep slapped me on the face and called me ‘dumb’ in three different languages. I rubbed my baggy, purple eyes, I had such dark circles under my eyes that I wouldn’t blame you if you thought I had a black eye; not that I’ve ever really gotten one but that’s neither here nor there. I stared at the floor contemplating whether it’s worth it to go to school or not today, ‘I don’t mind staying back a year, at least I won’t have to spend another stupid ass year with Megan and her dumbass friends’.

I decided it was worth it, given the fact that I actually want to go to college, I threw on a striped shirt and jean shorts and I picked up my cement like feet and trudged towards the kitchen; ignoring the fly swarming around my practically dead body. My chubby cat screaming at my feet, “please Quito, I know you’re hungry but please, I’ll feed you once I’m alive just hold your damn horses”, I’ve had Quito for as long as I can remember, she’s a calico cat, a bit on the chubby side but she’s the most adorable and loving cat I’ve ever seen; if you call her fat I’ll kill you. Slapping a k-cup into my coffee machine and stumbling into the bathroom, blasting 80’s music. I filled the sink up with luke warm water, checking my social media as it filled; “Oh look little Miss Megan wants to follow me, I think not”, I said this out loud with a stern look on my face, tapping the ‘reject’ button harshly. Megan and I have the same story as any other mean girls story, Megan and I used to be best friends in 3rd garde, until she told everyone a very untrue and strange “fact” about me, the fact was that I ate a squirrel, and for some reason people believed that and they made fun of me and called me squirrel girl, yeah I know that name sounds familiar; Megan and I now go to (town name) high school together and it’s actually a living hell!!! Noticing that the sink was done filling, I wasted no time to put my hair back with a head band and stuffed my face into the water, damn that woke me up fast. I drained the water, yeah screw makeup it’s school not prom, and went to get my cup of coffee. I was drinking my coffee until I spotted Quito looking at me with a disappointed mother look, spitting out my coffee I dashed over to her bowl at the speed of light, scooping up a large chunck of cat food and throwing it into her food bowl, she then gave me a sadisfied head-butt and started eating. I checked my watch, choking on my own spit, “im goNNA BE LATE FOR THIS GOD DAMN BULLSHIT”, with that screaming madness I grabbed my keys, coffee, phone, and backpack and dashed out the door, it’s a life or death situation now and whoever gets in my way might actually die. I stomped on the gas ‘fuck the law’ I thought as I went so fast I could see nothing but blurrs outside my window.

I openend my locker and stuffed my unneeded stuff inside, why in all that is unholy was there a sticker the size of my hand in my backpack? I was getting ready to find my friends but someone else found my first, “ooooooh, look who it is, Miss Mearalie, what a pleasant surprise, didn’t think I would find you, eh?”, Megan walked closer to me, disgust and rage filling my body like a flash flood. “No, I knew you were coming, I could hear your dollar store heels and fake plastic boobs from a mile away”, I informed her with a grin on my face, fists clenching around my coffee. “Wow, you really wanna go there, you’re the one that at a fucking squirrel”, she cackled, soon everyone around us bursted into laughter. That’s was it, I snapped, I snapped like a rubber band stretched thin, I was stretched thin by Megan and her idiot friends; I clutched my coffe shaking, until finally I threw the steaming liquid at her, I watched her as she stood in shock, a satisfied look in my eyes, her makeup dripped down her face. “UGH, YOU DUMB BITCH, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”, she screamed loud enough to break the glass and my ears, with a huge grin that looked similar to the grinch’s, I made eye contact with her and responded, “it was your morning coffee!”

Assuming you’ve read this far, I might make a part two of this, if it’s good, I did write this at 3 in the morning, thanks for reading, have a dandy day!

[persicapink]

MY SONNNNN

this is Beros, my Ecaflip oc. he’s based on those calico lucky cats. his name actually comes from “Kerberos” as in the three headed dog, but I’d heard that Kerberos means “spotted” so it fits with him being a calico.

he’s a bit of an idiot, mostly because he was raised and trained by a Iop, so he’s not too keen on using his head. even so, he’s good enough at both fighting and gambling. you could say he has a condition called “dumb luck” hah

and he’s trans of course. what else did you expect.

[rippedstitch-s]

BLBC Task 012

YAY I’m excited to do this please read about my shitty life!

Were you named after anyone?

No! I picked my own name actually (it’s Elliott, Eli is just a shortened name for RP purposes) and I just chose it because I liked it and it started with one of the letters that made up my then initials. My middle name is the ‘male’ version of my mom’s name though!

How many siblings / pets do you have?

I have one older brother and I’ve got one beautiful fat calico cat named Shirley.  

Favorite tv show / movie / music?

For TV, I’m into Bojack Horseman, Ghost Adventures, Househunters, Queer Eye, Fargo, Broad City, Brooklyn 99... for movies, my FAVORITE is The Fall (it made me love Lee Pace), but The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Howl’s Moving Castle, and The Hobbit are 3 other faves. Music... uhhh.... I like a lot of soundtracks but I also love sia, Fall Out Boy, the Beatles, Lucius, Mother Mother, Hozier.... 

In what ways are you and your muse(s) similar?

Chris and I both want to work in costume design and love to act. Val and I have similar personalities (and I love to write, like him). Addie and I have a deep love of animals. Orion and I are just. Absolute idiots. 

What’s one thing on your bucket list?

Run a 5 K (currently training for it!)

Where would you like to be in five years?

A full-time job with benefits, a house, maybe... married????

If you could have any superpower, what would it be?

Oh man, probably mind reading? I just wanna know things ok

Would you consider yourself an optimist, pessimist, or realist?

I try to be an optimist but it’s fcking hard sometimes. I do catch myself being pessimistic sometimes and I try to steer myself into a more positive outlook but! I dunno. I guess I’m in between.

Would you survive a zombie apocalypse?

NO. I might have started jogging but I can’t last a long time and I’m also a needy piece of shit who would want all my normal dumb materialistic bullshit.

When did you start roleplaying?

It was way back, when I was in late middle school. I RPed on the deviantArt chatrooms hahaha

If you could pick another place in the world to live, where would it be and why?

I really loved living in MA and would probably want to move back there, but I’d also love to try California. 

Tell us about the first muse you ever had in a Tumblr roleplay.

I used to join exclusively Glee RPs so I would play Kurt Hummel ALL the time. Then I graduated to my own OCs. My first ever original muse was probably a Benedict Cumberbatch FC named Allan. I loved him- he was basically a self-insert who did illustration and writing like me. OOPs

Do you have any alternate FC ideas for your current muse(s)?

I always do and it’s annoying! I’ve been wanting to use Martin Freeman and debated switching up someone to use him but I think he’d have to be a brand new character. Addie’s FC switched a few times before I settled on Rahul, and Orion’s switched from Chris Pine to Lee Pace, haha!

What is your favorite holiday and why?

Christmas. I love it. I need it. I go wild for it. 

Post an updated picture of yourself, if you feel comfortable:

how updated..... this is like my fave pic of myself and it’s less than a year old sO

[alien-with-a-blog]

Jason’s sword comes in for the death blow. Everything acts as if it’s in slow-mo. My breathing slows, and my own hands are taking forever to reach for my sword. The beating of my own heartbeat fills my ears, taunting me. Will this be the last time I hear it? As if that was the key question, everything starts going at normal speed and instead of resuming my previous action, I find myself confused. Before I can figure out what I’m going to do, the sharp blade of my enemy pierces my heart and I drop to the ground. I once read that you have a few minutes of brain activity before you die. I can still hear everything going on around me. It feels only as if I had temporarily lost my sight. I know that’s not the case. I know I’m going to fade into an afterlife or a long never-ending dreamless sleep. Jason laughs his squeaky laugh, and I hear him running away before my team-mates can catch him. He may be evil but he’s still a coward. I hear my team-mates shoes pounding the ground as they make their way towards me.

“Is he alright?” Asks Tina. Tina was smart but she was also kind of dumb at times.

“He got stabbed in the heart you idiot.” Counters Jake. Jake was the intellectual out of the group. Although he might sound rude, he’s actually the nicest out of us 4- now 3- squad members.

“It’s a shame, he was brave when none of us were.” Hattie. Oh beautiful Hattie. I had a crush on her even though I know she didn’t have a crush on me. Her face is as pretty as a picture, her beautiful golden hair that goes past her waist, her melodic voice threatening to kill me. It’s absolutely heart-wrenching that I must leave her. 

“Yeah, he was.” Tina says.  The next 2 minutes are painstakingly silent as I feel their piercing eyes staring at my now dead and utterly useless body.  

“Well we should go, and uh- catch Jason.” Hattie says, her voice breaking. The others must’ve nodded in agreement because next thing I know I hear their footsteps getting farther and farther away, and my will to live fading and fading. Next thing I know, It’s pitch black, but instead of death being dreamless like I had apparently thought, I feel myself standing up. It’s a confusing and strange occurrence. I can feel my eyes open and my heart beating again. 

“Hello there, Mason Oliver Wood.” Says a pleasant electronic female voice.

“Hi?” I ask tentatively. Instead of her answering an option bar pops up, giving me the choice to die,or..play as a cat?  This is beyond strange now, this is utterly and unexpectedly-- amazing! I can see Hattie again, I’m a cat, but still! Without double thinking, I click the button that says ‘play as a cat.’  Wait, doesn’t that mean that life is a game? That we are all being tested? And each time we die, we can play as something different? It makes sense, but I don’t believe it. It’s a little silly, don’t you think? Then before I could think of anything else, I’m whisked back right next to where my human body lay. I see the blood and the wound and I personally feel like throwing up. I quickly divert my eyes and look ahead. I make out the faint shape of Hattie’s hair swishing in the wind. I immediately run after her, getting super excited.  

“HATTIE!” I yell. I know it’s going to come out as “MEWOOOOW” but I’m not thinking straight. Hattie stops dead in her tracks and turns to the other squad members. 

“You guys hear that?” She asked. The others also stop dead. I’m close enough to see them, but they don’t see me. 

“Hattie!” I yell again.

“Yeah, it sounds like Mason.” Tina says.

“Guys, don’t be ridiculous, Mason’s dead. You guys also saw his body.” Jake says.

“I did too, not a pretty wound..” I think aloud. I see Jake jump back in fear.

“Okay, now I believe you.” Jake says. His voice shakes. 

“Guys, it’s me!” I say, coming into their line of sight. Their expressions range from disbelief to confusion. Hattie just shakes her head and laughs.

“Unbelievable, that is so cool. A calico cat even. Wow,” Hattie sits down on the ground. “How did this happen?” 

You just died. You expected to just fade into nothing, go to some type of afterlife, anything. You did not except for an option bar to pop up, saying 'You can now play as a cat'.

[vagrantblvrd]

Fed by Hand (1/1)

Summary: Gavin finds her by chance, this little ball of fur and claws and sharp little teeth.

Notes: For @miss-ingno who asked for "Quick catch that cat it stole my wallet!” from this prompt list with Gavin, Jeremy and either Dan or Michael? :DDDDDDDDDDDD

AO3

Gavin finds her by chance, this little ball of fur and claws and sharp little teeth.

He's climbing down from a potential spot  to set up a sniping position for a job and hears it. This tiny little annoyed noise among the pile of garbage along one side of the alley. Some furious scrabbling noises that go on for a bit before that same tiny sound comes again, even more irritated this time.

And of course Gavin goes to investigate just like any good little idiot in a horror movie, because that's an interesting little sound, isn't it? Couldn't possibly ignore it and go on his way, meet Jeremy and Michael at the car and head back to the penthouse to let Geoff know things are running smoothly, goodness no.

He's quiet, years of practice that boils down to habit when he doesn't think about it. Avoids the crumpled cans and broken bottles, steps over random puddles of something that he hopes is water but knows aren't. (He then  has to take a moment to gag because his brain is cheerfully offering up unhelpful suggests as to what they could be in a voice that sounds far too much like Michael's.)

The scrabbling noise stops abruptly, and Gavin winces. Waits a second, and then another. Gives it a few more before there's a faint rustling noise and then whatever has been poking about in the garbage pokes its head out.

Dirty fur and two bright little eyes surveying the alley warily and Gavin's heart melts because it's a kitten.

Tiny and adorable and oh, what a little darling she is.

He smiles when she spots him, crouched a few feet away and watching her with what is no doubt a silly look on his face. Bites his lip to keep from cooing when her ears go back and she hisses at him, darting back into the safety of the garbage pile.

Fierce little thing, making little growling noises from the security of her hiding spot as if to chase him away. Peeks out at him when he doesn't budge an inch, teeth bared and ready to defend herself if he gets too close or does something she doesn't like.

There's no possible way he could leave the kitten out here in the wilds of Los Santos all on her own. Not when there are other strays out here with mean temperaments and people with even meaner ones.

He knows if he moves any closer she'll bolt, and if he leaves to get food to tempt her out of hiding she'll be gone just as fast. Dart out of hiding and away from the alley as fast as her feet will take her.

In his pocket Gavin's phone buzzes, and his eyes light up.

“Michael,” he says, when he answers, “I need a favor.”

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Michael is not happy.

Michael is not won over by the tiny growling kitten glaring at them for all she's worth from within the safety of her little fort.

Michael is -

“I fucking hate you guys,” Michael says, for what has to be the twentieth time at least since he called Gavin to ask where the fuck he was, Jesus Christ, Gavin.

Gavin ignores him with the ease of someone who's known him for years, great friends really, and tears off a bit off the hamburger patty he's been using to lure the kitten out of hiding with mixed results.

Jeremy's beside him speaking quietly as he works at coaxing her to come out of hiding. Michael's somewhere behind them acting at being grumpy and annoyed and irritated with both of them for being the kind of idiots who have spent almost an hour trying to convince a stray they're the trustworthy sort, given their line of work.

It's working though, in fits and starts. Skittish little thing that she is, shell venture out far enough to grab a bit of the hamburger Michael and Jeremy went to get and scurry back to her hiding spot. Watch them, hissing and growling and scared.

“Idiots,” Michael says again, variation on a theme, and settles more comfortably against the wall he's leaning against to better heckle them. “She's going to pee on everything you love and claw the fuck out of everything.”

Still, Michael doesn't demand they leave the alley and the tiny kitten with the wary eyes behind. Tells Geoff they'll be on their way back to the penthouse after they take care of something first when he calls to ask what's taking them so long. Complains up a storm about it, but goes to get more food to lure the kitten out when they run out, Gavin and Jeremy loathe to go themselves.

Stays there with them until they manage to coax the kitten out, allow them to touch. Allows Jeremy to pick her up, little body trembling slightly as she continues to growl at them.

Only complains the tiniest bit when the kitten takes a swipe at him in passing as Jeremy walks by him with her in his arms. Gives Gavin a look when he tries and fails not to laugh, because Michael's a soft touch when it comes to it, and hates to admit it.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole.”

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“Jeremy, we're not naming her after your ridiculous Rimmy Tim character!”

Jeremy's eyes go wide, hand over his heart like Gavin's mortally wounded him with his words.

“Gavin,” he says, small and shocked. “How could you?”

Gavin snorts, turning his attention to the fluffy ball of murder and rage glaring at them from her spot under the couch.

Newly bathed, fur puffed up everywhere and very displeased with current matters if the noises she's making are any indication.

Under the dirt and grime she's turned out to be a lovely little orange calico. Little patches of black on her face like a mask, and oh, that just perfect, isn't it?

Gavin glances at Jeremy, the look on his face that means trouble, a headache, because Jeremy is a damn menace. Smiling like a loon the moment he'd seen the kitten's coloring, making this high-pitched noise of utter delight.

And Gavin, he's well-versed in this particular series of terrible decisions on Jeremy's part. Sees it coming when he insists on burdening her with an absolutely awful name.

“No,” Gavin says, and flings the towel he used to dry the kitten off at Jeremy's face, already running when it hits and Jeremy lets out a yell of outrage.

Laughter his voice as he gives chase, Gavin squawking as he ducks past Ryan who's watching with an amused look in his eye.

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Geoff claims he wants nothing to do with the kitten, but Gavin's seen him watching her thoughtfully when she ventures out from her favorite hiding spot. Skittish little thing who's slowly adjusting to her new home and the lunatics who inhabit it.

“The moment she claws the furniture she's gone,” he says, faint smile on his face as he throws out a little cat toy that the kitten attacks with a ferocious sounding cry.

“Of course,” Gavin agrees, filming the whole thing on his phone for posterity's sake. “Absolutely.”

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Jack adores the kitten.

Careful around her the way everyone is, kind and gentle and a little furry shadow at his heels most days.

He spends some time doing a little bit of research, and builds and sets up platforms and walkways for her along the walls of the penthouse despite Geoff's bitching. Builds a cat tree for her out of the scraps, and tucks treats and cat toys around the place to encourage her to explore.

When she grows bolder, he decides she'd be the perfect accomplice when it comes to being an utter bastard.

“Oh, Jack,” Gavin says, watching with delight as Jack slips a little catnip sachet into the pocket to one of Geoff's jackets, “he's going to be so angry.”

Jack smiles, sweet as anything, and says, “I have no idea what you're talking about, Gavin.”

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Michael's the one to settle the name debate once and for all.

Nixes all of Jeremy's entries because they're all terrible and a variation on a theme, all involving his alter ego, and Michael is a man with taste.

“Okay, but you saying that also means I have to say no to your suggestions, dumbass.”

Rude.

Michael snorts, watching the kitten as she stalks the feather toy Jeremy's sweeping along the floor in front of her.

She's smart and clever and a thief of all things left unattended for any amount of time. Seems to have a predilection for shiny things.

Just this morning Gavin had to go hunting for his sunglasses and discovered yet another stash she'd hidden away. Found things that had gone missing and a very put out cat eyeing him when she caught him sorting through it all.

Clever little thief with a sweet face who's so very good at stealing hearts, makes it look easy.

“Bandit,” Michael says, wry twist to his mouth as though he thinks it's a dumb idea, a dumb name, but -

“Oh, come on!” Jeremy says, laughing helplessly as the kitten, watching Bandit vanish under the couch with the feather cat toy as her prize.

Perfect.

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Ryan, the brilliant bastard, has turned Bandit into quite the talented little thief, it seems.

Has been working behinds the scene almost from the start. Tempted her with shiny bits and bobs and rewarded her handsomely with her favorite treats. Used her obvious joy, interest, to go from there.

Has been training her up for weeks, months now. Working slowly and carefully and it's all paid off today, it seems.

“Quick, catch that cat it stole my wallet!” Geoff wails, running after a little flash of orange and black and white, exasperated and bewildered at having to utter those words. “Motherfucker, get back here!”

Ryan is laughing, loud and honest and helpless it as Bandit easily evades Geoff, wallet held tightly in her teeth.

The other are watching things play out in amusement, Jeremy breathless with laughter and Jack's trying hard to muffle his own. Michael is laughing that odd little laugh of his, quiet delight, and Gavin -

“Really?”

Ryan shrugs, soft little smile on his face, “Have to start somewhere.”

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Gavin's got a bit of a problem sometimes, or so the others tell him.

Works too hard, as though there's such a thing.

Trades sleep and food and other supposedly important things when he's tackling a task for the crew, or his own purposes. Chasing after some tantalizing bit of information, some little piece of a greater puzzle.

The others have resigned themselves to this tendency of his. Take it in turns to make sure he eats something, stays hydrated. Gets sleep, the times they manage to remind him that's still a thing no matter how often he tells them it's not.

It works in the way Gavin's still alive in spite of himself, thanks to their efforts. An imperfect arrangement, to be sure.

Bandit doesn't seem to approve.

Makes her way into the room set aside for Gavin's computers, gear. Thee area where Ryan tinkers sometimes, gadgets and terrible little devices for work and just for fun. Make everyone's lives a little more difficult just because he can.

“And what do you want, I wonder?” Gavin asks, smiling at the way Bandit cocks her head at him

Splash of color at her throat, grudging concession to Jeremy and his obsession with his Rimmy Tim persona.

Bandit gives herself a little shake. Strolls over to curl up on his keyboard, looking him in the eye as if daring him to object. Calm and relaxed and so very different from the tiny, dirty kitten hissing and growling at them in an alley so many months ago.

Gavin watches her as she watches him and knows already he won't be winning this one. Has never been able to even when she was younger. Small and quiet and ready to bolt at the slightest thing, and astoundingly brave.

Coming up to him to drop one of Ryan's hairbands at his feet before moving just out of reach, just in case. Head tipped up to look at him as she let out one of her soft little meows, eager to play fetch the way Ryan had taught her. (First step into training her to be a bloody literal cat burglar in the making. A joke, certainly, just another devious plan to annoy the hell out of them.)

And now she does things like this, settling herseridiclf squarely in the way. Defiant look in her eyes and no fear to her at all. Going around as though she owns the place and views them as though they're incredibly dim and in need of extra care is they're to survive.

Bandit meows, inquisitive little noise, and Gavin sighs. Realizes there's no point in continuing to work when there's  when there's a very stubborn obstacle in the way.

“You're just so proud of yourself for this, aren't you?”

Bandit closes her eyes and starts to purr, which is answer enough.

[joshmspicer]

Ask me! I’ll answer honestly

Nabbed from @nachosforfree​

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I’m okay where I am, maybe a smidge taller. 2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) A Charizard, but one that’s lovable and thinks it’s a dog while aware of its tail. 3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? Not really 4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Pokemon Crystal 5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: Wrestling stuff, what I’m gonna do going forward in life, and how much of a liar I am. 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? “Be aware of being unable to hear him. It’s okay, you’re not the only one. If he gets mad, stay calm about it.” 7: What is your opinion on Disney remakes? Fuck it, I already sold my soul to them long ago. 8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] Dunno, don’t feel like looking those up. Sorry. 9: Are you ticklish? [Oh god, I don’t wanna say yes, then I’ll get tickled, but if I say no then they might get suspicious and tickle me anyway so I don’t know.] 10: Are you allergic to anything? Failure...but not really 11: What’s your sexuality? A human 12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Cocoa 13: Are you a cat or dog person? Cat, but still love dogs 14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Elf 15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? Right now it’s probably Everglow 16: How tall are you? 5′ 9″ 17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? Officially to Joshua Meredith Spicer, but probably something like Joshua Meredith Crumpton-Spicer to keep the Crumpton name going 18: How much do you weigh? 220 lbs.-ish 19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Yes 20: Do you like space or the ocean more? Space 21: Are you religious? Yes 22: Pet peeves? What does my pet peeve? 23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? Noc 24: Favorite constellation? Stars 25: Favorite star? Brian Blessed 26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? I like vagina-jointed dolls 27: Any phobias or fears? Advanced darkness, being completely alone, the undying pressure of living my goals but settling and giving up and making my mom disappointed. I don’t know why, my mom means nothing to me beyond a base level of love and care, but she just won’t shut the fuck up. 28: Do you think global warming is real? Of fucking course. If you don’t you’re well and truly an idiot. 29: Do you believe in reincarnation? Yes 30: Favorite movie? Christopher Robin 31: Do you get scared easily? Jumpscared usually 32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 6 orange cats, one was officially ours named Festus. Keeshound named Hunter. Calico cat named Callie that we saved from the vet. Black cat named Borus. Husky named Rory/Aurora that we red to get eight puppies. We kept three of them named Stitches (mom tried to eat her at birth but my mum saved her), Tiki/Tikitus (dumb as fuck, and I do mean dumb as fuck, the guy was a literal moose), and Brutus (most loving dog ever but will force his love on you god dammit.) Two terriers named Sophie and Charlie that my mom kind of adopted from her current husband. 33: Blog rate? $75 a night for a double 34: What is a color that calms you? Couldn’t say 35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? California, Vancouver, Toronto 36: Where were you born? Mason City, Iowa

37: What is your eye color? Blue 38: Introvert or extrovert? Intro by design, extro when needed 39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Yes 40: Hugs or kisses? Sure 41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? My sister 42: Who is someone you love deeply? My sister who is the only relative I trust wholeheartedly 43: Any piercings you want?  No 44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? I can 45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? No and no 46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! God she’s so amazing. Big dork but a hell of a smile. So shy when she does’t need to be. 47: What is a sound you really hate? When a tree falls in the woods. 48: A sound you really love? I dunno 49: Can you do a backflip? No 50: Can you do the splits? Poorly 51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Ryan Reynolds and Emily Blunt 52: Favorite movie? Christopher Robin, didn’t we already--yeah, #30 53: How are you feeling right now? Alright 54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? I’m okay 55: When did you feel happiest? Couldn’t tell ya 56: Something that calms you down? Can’t think of anything right now 57: Have any mental disorders? None that are diagnosed 58: What does your URL mean? Name I came up with when I first joined the internet. An OC brother of Jack Spicer from Xiaolin Showdown that I used on an old XS RP board. 59: What three words describe you the most? Kind, empathetic, stubborn 60: Do you believe in evolution? In some ways yes 61: What makes you unfollow a blog? If they’re too hamfisted in their belief/opinion to the point that it contradicts something so blatantly that they don’t realize it OR if they blatantly post a cheating/NTR fic/art with no remorse or with enjoyment. 62: What makes you follow a blog? Fun opinions, great art 63: Favorite kind of person: Someone who appreciates you for who you are and won’t judge you for your interests or dislikes. Kind and sweet, trustworthy, able to talk to. 64: Favorite animal(s): Cats, dogs, foxes 65: Name three of your favorite blogs. Nah 66: Favorite emoticon: Nah 67: Favorite meme: Right now it’s still surprised Pikachu. All time it’s probably the flagging ref 68: What is your MBTI personality type? Dunno 69: What is your star sign? Cancer 70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? No 71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? T-shirt, jeans, converse rip-offs, white socks, and my blue Menards jacket 72: Post a selfie or two? Yeah sure, see down at the bottom. 73: Do you have platform shoes? No 74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? This question is always asked and I never know what the fuck to post. 75: Can you do a front flip? No 76: Do you like birds? All but geese and Pidgey 77: Do you like to swim? Not particulary 78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Swimming 79: Something you wish didn’t exist: Teeth diseases 80: Some thing you wish did exist: All my hopes and dreams 81: Piercings you have? None 82: Something you really enjoy doing: Sitting here at the computer and coming up with film plots and characters that will probably never be made. 83: Favorite person to talk to: My sister or Dawn 84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? Good site in concept with a nice structure that holds up when it works but shit-tier communication from the top down and a tendency to break 85: How many followers do you have? 200+ 86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? Maybe if I actually gave a shit about a mile I would but the mile was the stupidest fucking thing in gym class 87: Do your socks always match? Yes 88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? No 89: What are your birthstones? Ruby 90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? A house cat 91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? Dunno 92: A store you hate? Salvation Army 93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? None 94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Fly 95: Do you like to wear camo? Not really 96: Winter or summer? Summer 97: How long can you hold your breath for? Dunno 98: Least favorite person? My mom’s husband 99: Someone you look up to: Dunno 100: A store you love? Hot Topic or Video Games Etc. 101: Favorite type of shoes Tennis shoes, converse 102: Where do you live? Denver, CO 103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? No 104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Not particularly 105: Do you drink milk? Yes, I’m grown up 106: Do you like bugs? Eh 107: Do you like spiders? No 108: Something you get paranoid about? The weight of pressure ever expanding on me 109: Can you draw: Not well. I can doodle decently. 110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? Nothing I can think of 111: A question you hate being asked? “What was that? Why can’t you slow down? Why can’t you speak up” 112: Ever been bitten by a spider? Maybe once 113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Yes 114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Cloudy 115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: Couldn’t tell ya 116: Favorite cloud type: Blonde, long-ass sword 117: What color do you wish the sky was? Warm orange/yellow 118: Do you have freckles? Yes 119: Favorite thing about a person: Their laugh (usually), their voice 120: Fruits or vegetables? Fruits 121: Something you want to do right now: Nothing forever 122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Ocean 123: Sweet or sour foods? Sweet 124: Bright or dim lights? Bright 125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? Maybe 126: Something you hate about Tumblr: @staff​ 127: Something you love about Tumblr: Everything else 128: What do you think about the least? All the friends I’ve left behind 129: What would you want written on your tombstone? “This bitch empty. I’m ash so let the world turn to me.” 130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Myself 131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? I can give advice and feel emotion for anybody but lack the ability to practice what I preach. 132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? No 133: Computer or TV? Computer 134: Do you like roller coasters? Yeah sure 135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? Only when I’m cramped and already have a headache 136: Are your ears lobed or attached? Lobed 137: Do you believe in karma? Yes 138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? I’ve been told I’m a 7 by a gay guy when I was in high school and wasn’t fat or hairy. I’d say maybe a 5 now-a-days. 139: What nicknames do you have/have had? McLovin, Toad/Toadman, Crumpton 140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? Yes 141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? Yes 142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Good with what they know of me 143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Receiving gifts, giving help 144: What makes you angry When people can’t hear me despite speaking clear as possible. When people go through my shit without my express permission. When people disobey people’s trust and relationships. 145: How many languages do you speak fluently? English. Really wanna learn Japanese. 146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? Females for the most part but I’m coming around to males 147: Are you androgynous? No 148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: My hair when it’s not bed-ridden 149: Favorite thing about your personality: Empathy boiiii 150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. Dawn, my sister, Caroline 151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? Post-WW2 152: Do you like BuzzFeed? Neutral 153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? I time warped to the future and decided I’m good. 154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? Not really 155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? Never tried 156: What embarrasses you? My stutter. My internet past, much to my chagrin. My likes and interests to somebody new. 157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: Introducing my likes and interests to somebody new. 158: Biggest lie you have ever told: “Yes I’ve totally been going to football practice for the last two months.” “Yes I’ve totally been going to school for the last two months.” 159: How many people are you following? A lot 160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? A lot 161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? None on purpose 162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? Not a lot 163: Last time you cried and why: Infinity War on its third rewatch because Peter 164: Do you have long or short hair? Longer 165: Longest your hair has ever been: Probably now 166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? It gives me hope that everything will be okay when I die. It also gives me hope that people can be good. There are bad people within this sect, yes, but there are good people out there. Genuinely good people. I’ve met them. 167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? Not really 168: Do you like to wear makeup? No 169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? No 170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?  Mostly