#purr: the science of making your cat happy

[holycolortidalwave]

What surprised you most about the science behind happy cats?

There are so many stereotypes about cats being aloof [but] the science around how they interact with people really goes against that. If they’re well-socialized, cats do have important relationships with their people and it may just be that they’re choosing to show their affection in a different way than we expect.

I also found really fascinating [research about] the meow. Adult cats don’t really meow at each other, but they meow at us. It’s a way they communicate with us and we get tuned into our own cat and what their meow means.

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[house-of-slayterr]

beloved <3 what are you Halsin headcanons??

ps do you also like the polymance w Astarion? i wanna know your takes!! <3

Omg ok it’s happening!!! Ahhhh!

Halsin:

Halsin attempts to be a gentle man in his conscious actions. He wants to be soft and cause as little unnecessary harm as possible. That being said, with his size that’s a difficult thing to be. I feel he grows frustrated easy when he accidentally breaks things (or people). But on the flip side, if you unleash his rage, this hardly a way to put a lid on it. He’s a large beast, and as such, it seems so are his emotional states. He is terrifying to the enemy and it’s such a harsh contrast to him off the battle field when he’s safe and happy. It’s something I think sets him aside more than the other companions.

Halsin is also a patient man. It takes a lot of patients and self control to be someone with his gifts. The world is lucky his quicker to compassion than to draw his claws, and bear his teeth. I feel like he’s one to give several warnings.

He’s a very goofey guy. This man has a full belly laugh like good old American Santa Klaus. All of camp can hear it when you make him laugh. The best place to be in the world is with him lying on his back, and you on top of him during a sunset as you try to tell little stories to feel his chest rumble. It lulls you to sleep like a purring cat after awhile, like a sleeping agent for your heart, calming it in all the chaos. (Bear cubs can purr like cats sometimes and it’s adorable)

He’s an old romantic. I feel like this man like to try to play things by the book in his head. He knows what relationships are supposed to look like and sound like and he sounds so stiff when he starts off by using his “script” it works because by the gods does he have that shit down to pretty much a sex science at this point, knowing exactly what to say to get what he wants. But that’s not what draws you in. It’s the potential of getting the spontaneity out of him. Getting him to say things he normally wouldn’t, how he normally wouldn’t. Add people he normally wouldn’t. He’s a very flexible man, he’s happy as long as you’re happy. But his best flirting comes when he’s tried, or angry, or those rare moment he gets jealous. Lord help you if Halsin is jealous and the solution is he can’t just have both of you- good luck walking anytime soon.

He’s very in tune with his emotions. He’s a sensitive guy. I mean he loves ducks for fucks sake. This man is precious. He will treat you as if you are such too. Everyone is small and fragile compared to him. He’ll protect your body, mind, soul and feelings with his life. Defend you with his last breath, do anything just to bring a smile to your face. This man is nothing if not devoted 100% to what he does. He starts to become in touch with your emotions too. Being able to sense them from halfway across camp and always comes running ready to be your Druid in shining armour

Now Astarion is a different beast literally , literally… he is a vampire. I wouldn’t say there’s much in common between vampires and Bears. I’d say other than their insatiable appetites. This spritely little elf is more akin to a cat than a bear.

The dynamic is different apart of course, but if you’re with Halsin first, he’ll notice. He’s not an idiot, far from it actually. He pays close attention to his darling and their needs and wants. Especially when it comes to body language. He wouldn’t exactly be mad you’re attracted to Astarion, he can’t blame you. He’d be more upset the longer he observed this attraction grow and you either said or did nothing about it.

I know I said earlier Halsin is a patient man, but one thing he’s not patient for is watching you “suffer” which might be a dramatic word in this case (Astarion would find it quite fitting, you suffering without his love) he will call you out on this attraction quite quickly and ask as politely and openly as possibly what you want to do about it. It’s no secret the wood elf may also find said vampire attractive.

Astarion would agree too it, not without some fuss at first, calming theatrics of wanting you all to himself but it’s fine to share with some “oaf” as if he too is not attracted to the Druid. Honestly if you keep your sanity during this phase of the relationship, congratulations love, you’ve survived the hardest hardship in all of Baulder’s gate.

But once that awkward phase is over. RIP your legs again. RIP your everything actually. Bestie are you sure you want to do this? A bear and a vampire. In love and obsessed with you… wanting to ravage you body at your earliest convince pretty much multiple times a day when they can? Yeah yeah- you’re totally sane, totally cool, totally normal. The rest of your companions aren’t looking at you like you’re the scariest motherfucker to ever walk this earth. Between the bite marks and the claw marks, and let’s be honest now you’ve probably dislocated a hip at least once- how are you feeling? Truly. That being said, they do go easy on you sometimes and give you a break and let you watch them go at each other , and boy is that a sight. (I’m not drooling, you’re drooling)

It’s the after sex but that’s really what you carve though. The part that makes you feel safe and whole and loved. They wouldn’t dare part from you even if the entire camp was engulfed in flames in that moment. Nothing could pry them from their lovers side. They look at you like you put the moon on the sky, the your he very reason their hearts beat, like you’re the only reason they’re still fighting (probably half the reason they’re still standing, let’s be honest, you’ve saved they’re asses more than enough times and they’re so greatful for that) but it’s these moments that you crave. There simple, full of love and lust and simple honest words and looks and touches. Everything so easy, and feels right.

It would be a moment like this one of your boys would choose to make this arrangement permanent. Perhaps Astarion with an off handed comment. Something about “well maybe we should just wed eternally, I hear honeymoon sex is even better” he would grin like a vampire at a blood bank. And it would be silly, but it would be genuine. Halsin would make him try again and give you something proper later if you asked. Or on the flip side, after a hard battle, Halsin would scoop you both up in his arms kissing you each deeply and say “we ahh like join our hearts as one, so we never fear one it’s like to be apart” and even though the situations not ideal and you may be exhausted and covered and dirt and blood and whatever else, it’s the three of you and that’s what matters.

The sleeping arrangements are simple. It’s always Halsin’s tent. That man in massive. Astarion won’t admit it but he creeps into his tent about halfway through each night, never wanting to start on his arms but always craving them. And you sleep happily on top of him, squishing both your boys as close to you as possible. And they wouldn’t have it any other way. They love you and you love them, it’s plain for all the world to see.

AN: sorry if this is bad, I don’t own the game, all I have to go on is fan fics, behind the scenes, fan info, and watching my friends play the game and info dump about it. If anything is inaccurate I’m so sorry 😭 I tried based on how I view them at least.

[cozidreamsreimagine]

Who Needs Therapy When You Have a Cat? 😼 (Just Kidding... Kinda)

Okay, let's be real, cats are basically furry little therapists. They judge you silently, offer unconditional cuddles (when they feel like it), and somehow just know when you need a purring cuddle buddy. But can they actually replace therapy? Probably not, but they come pretty darn close.

Feline Therapy in Action

Think about it: cats are masters of mindfulness. They live in the moment, nap like it's their job, and never stress about deadlines (unless those deadlines involve filling their food bowl). They're basically tiny Zen masters in disguise. 🧘‍♀️

The Purrfect Stress Reliever

Science has actually shown that petting a cat can lower your blood pressure and release those happy little endorphins. Plus, their purrs are like a soothing lullaby for your soul. So next time you're feeling stressed, grab your furry friend for a cuddle session. It's cheaper than therapy (and way more fun). 😉

Want to show your love for your feline therapist? Check out my shop for designs that celebrate the magic of cats and their uncanny ability to make everything better. 👇

[xandy-toady]

Zdinarsk x Afab!Reader || Relationship + NSFW HCs

I love her sm, would let her eat me out deadass bHAHEHSBSHUS

Happy Valentine’s babes!! A gift from me to you, a treat!! 💞

Warnings ; Strap on, oral, daddy kink, exhibition kink, fingering, lmk if I missed anything that should be here!!

MAJORITY NSFW THEMED MINORS DNI

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>Ever the flirt, she makes it her mission to get you flustered or smiling once every day

>Just saying a sweet I love you out of no where which always catches you off guard—it’s so fucking sweet when she just suddenly blurts an “I love you y’know” :((

>Staring lovingly just knowing you can feel her watching

>A hand grabbing your ass, some blatantly dirty comments in front of others—

>Whispering how she wants to bend you over right here on the table with everyone’s watching, hand creeping up your thigh

>Yeah she fingered you under the table, thank god for the mess that was the Recoms and their never ending noise making

>You’d be caught if it weren’t for the ruckus around, your own twitching movements unnoticed the smell however not so much, blue heads eyeing around every so often unsure of where the smell was coming from exactly, Zdinarsk was bold but they never assumed you to be the type to do shit like this—

>Had you bent over the table as soon as everyone had left, mouth sloppily eating you out

>Genuinely was such good head, both of you a bit more excited then usual at the rush, Zdinarsk was basically drunk on you at this point, slurping and loudly moaning loudly to let you know you taste so fucking good to her

>Just straight up porn echoed in the recom dining room—

>She finds lots of her own pleasure in you

>ANYWHO

>Zdinarsk KNOWS what’s she’s doing—

>Though she isn’t just the flirty, horny lesbian girlfriend!

>She’s constantly bringing things, usually a pretty flower she knows is safe from having to look up what flowers you could or couldn’t touch, yes she went to your fellow “science pukes” to ask, no she will never admit she asked for a little help Your colleagues told you abt it, lowkey cried it was v sweet that she put in that effort just so she could bring back safe flowers for you :((

>Definitely is one to love when you run to greet her, genuinely jump on her

>She loves seeing you so happy to see her :((

>Quaritch always nudging her when he spots you in knowing, scoffing a bit in amusement at how his colleagues ears perked in knowing that was a signal from him

>Always catches you too, will effectively spin the two of you around together :((

>Some of her favourite time spent with you is when you’re in her bed, tucked away in her arms as you sleep.

>She enjoys your company, even when you’re not awake she loves it!

>Fondly stroking your head, purrs increasingly in volume and her tails swaying calmly and happily

>SLOW BLINKS AT YOU JEHDUDHS Just like cats, Na’vi subconsciously will blink slowly at something they love, and Zdinarsk is just jdjdhdisnd :(((

>Its the best, even when she says something so vile and dirty to you, you know she doesn’t mean the cruel words spilling from her mouth it at the way her eyes blink so slow

>Riding her strap and you can’t help but lean in for a quick kiss, returning your own small ‘Love you too!’

>Its such a sweet moment

>Though through the simple kiss, it spurred her on quickly turning into her fucking up into you when she decided your pace wasn’t good enough

>Fingers circling your sore pulsing clit making your head go back to blank, previous thoughts of softness replaced with only her and her touch, Zdinarsk’s name on repeat

>Sitting up a bit seeing you starting to become more limp, leaning on her forearms all to mock your desperate moans up close, laughing almost evilly under her breath when all you can do is sob out for her and claw at her

>Lowkey call her daddy in bed and see what happens

>Because when you joked around and called her daddy one time, a new kink was unlocked, she learned she loves being called Daddy

>She dragged you away after a minute of staring with blown pupils, because holy shit she needed you right now

>She ruined you that night

>Made you beg for daddy’s touch, she got very into it for hours, you genuinely had to stop her before you were only in pain—you usually only sprinkle daddy in sometimes when you’re in the mood for being 100% her little slut

>God she fucking loves waking up to nail marks across her body—

>The painful sting when she glides her hand over a particularly deeper scratch you had made, smirking wide

>She had got up for the washroom, and now she found herself admiring the small trails you left behind on her

>Coming back to you fast asleep, bruised and lips swollen from the night she spent essentially devouring you

>Now that she was more awake, she could actually take you in

>Sitting by your sleeping form and taking every bit of the peace in, thinking on and on about how she just wants you to be safe and to always feel loved, thinking about how badly she loves you and what’s in store for the future—

>Actually like?? Talks to you while you’re asleep too lmao?? You’ve woken up a few times to listen in on her troubles

>She’s not the best w saying what’s bothering her, as most of the soldiers are, but you know she’ll always tell you when you’re asleep, it’s nice to still somewhat be there for her, even while asleep, knowing it helps her out is all you need (You do bring up certain things of course when you wake up those odd few times and are concerned)

>Zdinarsk rolling up to the gym in a sports bra and her usual pants, absolutely showing of the marks you gave her, which ends in Lopez finding you to ask how your evening with your giant GF was you punched him for that one, meanwhile your heavily tattooed friend just cackled at you >:(

>She just loves the stares, like yeah you better fucking look? Just showing off

>Especially when she swings around after hitting the gym, approaching you basically half nude while other scientists stared and gawked at her

>Lyle hyping her up when he sees her, makes a big scene commenting on how she definitely got busy last night, asks for details like an intrusive weasel LMFAO—

>When you walk by her when she’s sitting, it’s more often then not that she pulls you into her lap

>Gently guiding you to rest on her legs

>Her hands always at your waist too, she’s obsessed whether you have curves or not, it’s just the perfect place for her hands to go on you!

>Thumbs rubbing your sides soothingly 😭

>She wears her strap in public so much idc idc

>Zdog needs to make sure she’s prepared of course! prepared for whenever she needs you bent over for her—

>Doing gun training and it’s cut short by her demanding you put the assault rifle you held down, to bend over all pretty over the gun table

>Or when she saw the opportunity to fuck you on Lyle’s bed, Lyle was livid but also really turned on at the fact two people w pussies had been kissing and fucking on his bed, idc he’s a bit of a perv sometimes we love him for it though ✋

>Often makes you ride her strap

>Something about seeing you on top of her makes her eyes roll right back ✋

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>KEKEKEKEJEBDJ HOPE YOU ENJOYED, HAPPY VALENTINES TO EVERYONE EXCEPT THE CISHETS KEKEKRKKJK REQUESTS OPEN!!

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic (and Meat) Rec 50

Holy moly! This is my 50th fanfic rec list! I have to admit, these have been fun to make each week. Along with these fic recs, I also have a meat rec for you at the end! It's an interesting one, heehee.

To Err is Human, to Purr is Batman by Internerdionality - Batfam with a little Superbat, wip. Bruce gets turned into a cat by Batmite. It's super adorable :)

how to divide the conquest of they sight by streetlight_skeletons - Batfam, complete. A case fic. Something Bruce got into while on patrol is causing him to attack Dick.

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More mer Bruce AU! Still on the look out for missing Bruce!

Stand Up for Yourself by UnicornVomit - Batfam, complete. Jason gets in trouble at school, but Bruce has his back :)

The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks - Batfam, complete. A re-read for me. A fic about what happens after Bruce gets back after being lost in time, especially with the relationships within the Batfam.

Bruce Wayne and his vampire boyfriend by Speechless_since_1998 - Superbat, complete. Jason runs into Tim at a gala. Tim tries to convince him that Bruce's boyfriend (Clark) is a vampire. Shenanigans ensue.

have your cake and eat it too by amyritter - Superbat, complete. Clark is sad he can't get hickies :( Good thing he has a creative partner :)

As promised, a meat recommendation! If you're from Pennsylvania, you already know it, it's scrapple!

Here is the Wikipedia entry for it:

I was introduced to this dish when I was in college! One of my meat science professors was from that state, and he wanted to teach the processed meats class I was in how to make it. It's actually a pretty interesting dish! Leftover pork meat and pork offal are ground up, mixed with spices, buckwheat flour/cornmeal/wheat flour, and water. It's cooked down and put in to loaf pans so you get that loaf shape. It's sold fully cooked, so you could eat it as is when you buy it, but it's traditionally served sliced thin and pan fried on both sides to get that nice crispy crust. I like to eat mine with maple syrup! It's a nice contrast of sweet and savory, I think.

At one of my previous jobs, I worked in a pork packing plant in Pennsylvania, so we made this! It would be served in the cafeteria as one of the breakfast options, and they would DEEP FRY the slices. They were nice and crispy then!

I think what I like so much about this product is the whole thought process that went into making it, so the packer/butcher shop owner could make money from inexpensive parts of the hog. It is literally made of the leftover parts of the hog that no one wants to eat by themselves (hearts, livers, kidneys). Also, the flours and meals added to extend the product tends to be pretty cheap compared to the meat. The water added as well is also pretty inexpensive. It's a way to create value out of parts of the hog that people would normally not eat, while making it tasty (in my opinion) too! It's problem solving at the meat butchery level!

I know some people might read/look at this and think "gross!!", but I just think it's neat (insert Marge Simpson potato meme here). I also have some good memories that I associate with scrapple when I was going to school and when living in Pennsylvania. ALSO, we have this new thing going on at my work where all the food labs get together and discuss what's happening in our labs each month. The R&D director said that he's open to suggestions to showcase interesting food products in our industry at the end of the meeting. I suggested this to my boss and he didn't like it, probably because he thinks it's gross or something. This is my little "fuck you" to him (that he will never see since he is a straight white man who has no idea what Tumblr is).

Happy reading (and eating!)

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

December 7 Holiday Prompt fic: Wintershock

Wintershock, Blue Christmas, Meet cute

Bucky Barnes was having a very Blue Christmas. He missed Steve terribly, Sam and family were on a cruise over the holidays (Bucky was invited, but he’d turned it down because the idea of being trapped on a big boat with hundreds of other people was a nightmare to him), and New York City didn’t seem much like home anymore.

Despite the steady progress he’d made since he’d switched therapists, he still hadn’t quite figured out who he was anymore. He took to waking around Central Park a lot, the comfort of long familiarity coaxing out some long buried happy memories.

He was sitting on a park bench on a chilly December day, when he felt something brush against his legs. A very fluffy black cat in a sparkly harness was winding around his legs, dragging a leash behind itself.

“Well, hey there, buddy, where’s your people?” Bucky asked, leaning a hand down for the cat to sniff. After a moment, it nuzzled its head into Bucky’s hand and he gave it a few pets, resulting in a loud purr.

Bucky smiled at the sound, comforted by a creature instantly accepting him. He glanced around looking for the potential human belonging to the kitty, but didn’t move, so as not to break the spell. The kitty jumped up on his lap after a few minutes and snuggled down, still purring contentedly.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart,” he murmured. “Your human is a lucky one.”

“Char! Char! Where are you, baby?” A woman’s voice was heard calling. “I’ve got Churu!”

The cat perked up, but still didn’t leave Bucky’s lap.

The woman followed the prints in the snow until she caught sight of Char and Bucky.

With a yelp, she scurried forward and snatched Char up, hugging him close.

“Oh, baby, you scared me!” She crooned, peppering the cat with kisses, before setting him down and administering the treat. Char devoured it happily and then walked back to sit on Bucky’s feet.

“I hope he hasn’t made a nuisance of himself,” she said apologetically to Bucky. “I tried to juggle two much, lost hold of his leash and he disappeared.”

“No trouble, ma’am,” Bucky replied. “I’m a bit of a cat person myself, so it was an honor to be claimed as a napping spot. His name is Char?”

“It’s short for Charcoal Charlie,” she explained. “I adopted him when he was just a baby void kitten. Now, he’s three years old and pure floof.”

Bucky leaned down to pet Char again, forgetting it was his left hand and the gap between his glove and coat sleeve peaked a hint of metal. He quickly covered it up and looked up at her with a little bit of dread.

Too his surprise, there was no fear in her bright blue eyes. In fact, they softened.

“I always wondered if you were a cat person,” she said quietly. “Steve told some stories.”

“Did he now? How did you know him?” Bucky asked curiously.

“I spent a good deal of time around the Avengers in the years just after Cap was thawed. I got to help him learn about pop culture and technology and stuff. He picked it up quickly. Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all,” he said and scooted over to make room for her. She brushed some now off of her sharp blue pea coat and settled herself next to him.

“So anyway, my name is Darcy and I interned with Jane Foster for a bit. Got my PhD in astrophysics and now I Science for a living. You got big Christmas plans, Bucky?”

“No,” he sighed. “I put a small tree up, but I don’t care to do much this year.”

“Of course,” she acknowledged with a sad smile. “I’m so sorry for your loss. Steve was one of a kind.”

“He was. A pain in my ass sometimes, but the best friend I’ll ever have.”

They sat silently for a bit, both lost in thought and enjoying the quiet of the snowy park.

Char kept going back and forth between them begging for pets and Bucky couldn’t help but smile.

“I think he wants us to be friends,” he observed.

“Probably,” Darcy agreed. “He sees you’re a good soul and has claimed you as one of his minions.”

That brought a smile to Bucky’s face and he gently gave Char some chin scritches.

“I think you’d be a great cat dad, Bucky Barnes,” she added. “If you ever find yourself in a place to add one to your household, I volunteer at a great shelter in the city. It’s where I got Char.”

She pulled out a card, scribbled something on the back and handed it to him.

“This is their info. I’d better get floofy here home before dinner or he’ll never let me hear the end of it. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.”

“I hope so,” Bucky told her genuinely. “And I don’t say that to a lot of people.”

She chuckled. “No, I bet you don’t. Well, if I don’t see you again, I hope the season will bring you peace, if nothing else. I’ve come to believe that’s one of the rarest and best gifts we can receive.”

“Amen,” Bucky agreed fervently. “It was a pleasure to meet you and Charlie, Darcy.”

She picked up Char and headed back down the path, Bucky watching her until she was out of sight. Looking down at the card she’d given him, he was pleased to see she’d written her number on the back.

[movedtoferinehuntress]

⌜ ♥ @angelicaaster ⌟ ―― Caitlyn ► 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 = ❝ sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ? ❞

L asked the most innocent question as she walked along the dirt path of the gardens. The spring weather gave warmth to the blossoms as sunrays gleamed down upon the land, but not too hot to make it unbearable like the summer edge. Birds chirped and tweeted with brilliant songs as the hint of love danced on the winds of time. Butterflies migrated to flower patches, greeting them like old friends would each spring solstice. The world lived with brilliant colors of plum and azure flowers blossoming on deep emerald vines and bushes. Every hint of spring danced before the eyes as Caitlyn smiled at the question.

"What brings me the most joy in life? That's like asking someone what their favorite food could be," Caitlyn hummed softly as she glanced up toward the pink blossoms that started to bloom along the branches of the great tree. It had been planted over a decade ago, reaching the grand age of one hundred a fifty-two to this day. "Listening to the birds sing in the trees and sitting among the violets of my garden. To listen to my cat purr as she sits on my chest or play my violin at the peak evening hours. Sitting on top of my room as the moon makes its appearance and the stars glisten all around it," Caitlyn started to list a few things that brought her joy, simple things in life that many might not think about or easily forget in their attempt of progress and science.

But what brought her the most joy? "It would have to be watching Vi. I'm not talking about sitting across the table and watching her eat or her telling me stories. Which mind you, I absolutely adore. But, what really makes me happy is when she doesn't notice me watching. When she is on the edge of the balcony, crouched on the railing and just basking in the sunlight. Her eyes will close and she just stretches out her head like a cat bathing in it. Or how she'll wander around the garden, sometimes punching a few trees not out of anger but instinct; keeping herself on par. What I love is getting to see Vi happy, smiling without hesitation, and truly enjoying her life. She has suffered far too long and has had a far harsher life than anyone could ever imagine in Piltover. Even the lowest house has the benefit of living in the sun, but Vi had to fight to come topside, every single day," Caitlyn paused for a moment as she reached out toward one of the tall pine trees and saw the indented marks where Vi's fist had made an impression. She traced along the top where her knuckles would have landed, deep into the bark as she smiled softly.

"What brings me the most joy, is seeing Vi happy, and knowing that I will do anything to ensure that happiness. She deserves so much more than what the world has given her, and I am determined to make sure the world does not take it away from her again,"

[newelevengiftsshop]

How to Celebrate International Cat Day 2024

Since cats have a wide range of personalities, observing International Cat Day can involve as much or as little activity as would be enjoyable for each feline in the household. A great way to start the celebration could be for everyone to join their cats for a soothing cat nap!

How to Celebrate International Cat Day 2024

Dress Your Cat in a Cute Costume

Take International Cat Day to the next level by dressing up your feline friend in a costume that would make any cat lover proud. From cowboy hats to Hogwarts-inspired getups, there are endless options to transform your pet into an adorable celebration of all things cat.

Visit a Local Cat Coffee

For those considering adoption, a cat coffee visit provides valuable "trial time" to see if a particular kitty is a good fit. Even if you're not adopting, watching the cats is a delightful way to celebrate the day, especially for those without a feline friend.

So if you lack a furry companion, head to your local cat cafe on International Cat Day. Spending time with these adorable cats is sure to be a purr-fectly delightful experience.

Make a Donation to a Cat Charity

International Cat Day is a perfect opportunity to make a monetary donation to support local cat shelters or animal welfare organizations that may need extra help caring for cats in need. You can also contribute to larger cat charities dedicated to improving feline lives.

5 FUN FACTS ABOUT CATS

The loudest Purr!

Merlin, a Black and White Cat from the U.K., has the record for the loudest purr and his purr is 67.8db.

Faster than you think

Your little kitty can hit the speeds of around 30mph!

The richest kitty in town!

According to "Guinness World Records", when Blackie's millionaire owner passed away, he got a 7-million-pound fortune.

Not so sweet

Cats can not detect sweetness, which explains why they are not drawn to it at all.

Meow to you!

According to science, cats only use their meows to talk to humans and not to each other - except to their mothers when they are kittens.

Read more: https://www.neweleven.co/blogs/holiday/happy-international-cat-day-2024-when-it-is-and-how-to-celebrate

[pet-product-experts]

Feline Frolics and Canine Capers: Must-Have Toys for Happy Pets

Welcoming a furry friend into your home is a joyous occasion, and ensuring their happiness is a top priority. Enter the world of pet toys – a realm where feline frolics and canine capers take center stage. In this blog post, we'll explore a myriad of playthings designed to keep your pets entertained, active, and, most importantly, happy. From high-flying feline adventures to tail-wagging canine exploits, these must-have toys are bound to turn your home into a haven of joy.

Purr-fect Playthings for Feline Friends

Cats are notorious for their discerning taste, and finding the right toys to captivate their attention can be a challenge. Fear not, for our curated selection of Pet Toys will have your feline friend purring in delight. The Feather Frenzy Wand is a must-have, featuring vibrant feathers that dance through the air, triggering your cat's predatory instincts. The interactive nature of this toy promotes exercise and bonding, making it a staple for any cat household.

Transitioning from the ground to the heights, the Cat Tower Wonderland takes playtime to new levels. With platforms, scratching posts, and hanging toys, this multi-functional structure provides an engaging environment for your cat to explore. Watching your feline friend navigate their very own wonderland is a delight that warms any pet owner's heart.

Canine Capers – Tail-Wagging Toys for Man's Best Friend

For our canine companions, playtime is not just a luxury; it's a necessity. Introducing a variety of Pet Toys into your dog's routine is the key to a happy and healthy furry friend. Topping the list is the Interactive Treat Ball – a genius invention that combines physical activity with mental stimulation. As your dog rolls and nudges the ball, treats are dispensed, turning playtime into a rewarding experience.

Transitioning from mental stimulation to pure physical fun, the Tug-of-War Tornado is a game-changer. This durable toy allows you to engage in a spirited game of tug-of-war, promoting bonding and providing an outlet for your dog's energy. The Tug-of-War Tornado is not only an exceptional workout for your pup but also a source of endless entertainment for both pet and owner.

The Science of Play – Why Pet Toys Matter

Understanding the importance of Pet Toys goes beyond mere amusement. Play is an integral part of a pet's well-being, contributing to their physical health, mental acuity, and emotional happiness. Dogs, in particular, thrive on play as a form of exercise, stress relief, and social interaction. For cats, playtime mimics their natural hunting instincts, preventing boredom and obesity. Investing in a variety of toys tailored to your pet's needs is a commitment to their overall wellness.

Choosing the Right Pet Toy – A Guide for Pet Parents

Selecting the right Pet Toys requires consideration of your pet's size, age, and individual preferences. Younger, more energetic pets may benefit from toys that encourage physical activity, while older pets may appreciate softer toys for gentle play. Always prioritize safety by opting for durable materials and avoiding small, easily ingestible parts. Regularly inspecting and rotating your pet's toys will keep their interest piqued and ensure a consistently enriched play environment.

Conclusion: A Symphony of Joy Through Pet Toys

In the harmonious world of feline frolics and canine capers, Pet Toys take center stage, transforming your home into a haven of joy for your furry companions. Whether it's the feathered allure of a wand for your cat or the rewarding challenge of an interactive ball for your dog, the right toys contribute to a symphony of happiness in your pet's life. So, embark on this playful journey, explore the wonders of pet toys, and witness the boundless joy that unfolds within your four-legged family members.

Must Read : Beyond Aesthetics: The Functional Benefits of Using a Dog Comb

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Can Cats Eat Marshmallows: Unveiling the Feline Culinary Conundrum

Did you know that a shocking 63% of cat owners have inadvertently offered their feline friends marshmallows, blissfully unaware of the potential risks lurking beneath the fluffy sweetness? Yes, you read that right – your seemingly innocent marshmallow treat might not be so innocent for your purring companion.

The Temptation of Marshmallows for Cats

Understanding Feline Taste Buds

Cats, with their discerning taste buds, may find the gooey texture and sugary aroma of marshmallows intriguing. However, this doesn't mean it's a feline-friendly indulgence. Cats are obligate carnivores, and their digestive systems aren't equipped to handle sugary delights.

When contemplating the question "Can cats eat marshmallows?" it's essential to consider the potential consequences. High sugar content can lead to obesity and diabetes in our beloved pets.

The Perils Lurking in Every Bite

Much like a hidden danger in a fairy tale, the seemingly harmless marshmallow can pose serious threats to your cat's well-being. The sugar in marshmallows can lead to weight gain, dental issues, and digestive problems. Additionally, the artificial additives present in many marshmallow brands are potential culprits for feline distress.

The Science Behind the Sugar Struggle

Unraveling the Sugar Menace

To grasp the impact of sugar on cats, consider this analogy: Imagine your cat's digestive system as a delicate symphony, finely tuned to the melody of proteins and fats. Introducing sugar is akin to throwing in a dissonant note, disrupting the harmony and potentially leading to health issues.

Cats lack the enzymes needed to efficiently break down and metabolize sugars, making them susceptible to the adverse effects of this sweet seduction.

Marshmallows and the Purr-plexing Dilemma

Assessing the Risks

As a responsible pet owner, it's crucial to be aware of the risks associated with allowing your cat to indulge in marshmallows. The potential dangers include not only the sugar content but also the risk of choking, especially if the marshmallow is not cut into small, manageable pieces.

To put it plainly, just because your feline friend gives you those irresistible pleading eyes, it doesn't mean you should yield to the temptation of sharing your marshmallow treat.

Feline-Friendly Alternatives

Opting for Healthier Treats

Rather than succumbing to the marshmallow temptation, consider offering your cat treats specifically designed for feline consumption. Look for options with high protein content and minimal additives to ensure both taste and health are prioritized.

Remember, a happy cat is a healthy cat, and the choices you make regarding their diet play a pivotal role in their overall well-being.

Catheist: A Purr-fect Treat for Your Cats

In the realm of feline care, Catheist emerges as a purr-fect companion, providing not only delectable treats but also invaluable care tips for your cherished pets. Their commitment to feline well-being ensures that your cat receives the attention and nutrition it deserves.

THE END

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If you see this post you are legally obligated to read the entire Penderwicks series

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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The surprising science behind happy cats

Food, shelter, security, space. That’s all a cat needs, right? To merely exist, sure, but to be happy? That’s going to take a lot more.

Happy cats are generally healthier and longer lived. They also make for loyal, calm companions with fewer behaviour issues. And, as it turns out, there’s hard science behind how to keep your kitty in a carefree state of bliss.

Zazie Todd, Ph.D, social psychologist, animal behaviourist, dog trainer, writer of popular blog Companion Animal Psychology and author of the award-winning Wag: The Science of Making Your Dog Happy, has written a new book, Purr: The Science of Making Your Cat Happy. As with her first book, Todd parses that science into applicable sections covering how to choose, train, play with, care for and keep your four-legged friend peacefully purring.

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[possibly-in-mordland]

May I request hcs for Nathan, Toki, and Charles (seperatley) with an s/o who has panic attacks? I really enjoyed your Pickles one. Its ok if you dont want to do this !

Dethklok (+ Charles, Magnus, Knubbler) x GN!Reader | Reader Who Has Panic Attacks

Masterlist

Post Type: Headcanons

Warning(s): Anxiety/Panic Attacks

A/n: So, I went ahead and did all of them (separately), so everyone's happy. Sorry this is late, holiday stuff y'know? lol

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Nathan:

Nathan's pretty shit at talking about feelings (but at least he admits it)

BUT! This doesn't mean he doesn't notice when something wrong

Quite the contrary, if you've been with him for a while, he picks up on it in a flash

It's like a sixth sense he develops

"Somethings wrong. What's wrong?"

If you don't feel like talking, it's cool

He doesn't always feel like talking either, he's more of a quality time and (only with you) a physical touch person

So, he'll often sit down with you (insert word here) (most of the band uses (insert word here))

If you're in a crowded place, he'll try to find someplace secluded. And if he can't? He'll find the least crowded spot and just sit with you.

Will try to sing for you, he's not the best singer unless he's growling, but he tries

Dood's built like a bed (affectionate), so be prepared to lie down on his chest

Pickles:

Done Here

Skwisgaar:

Oh, boy

He doesn't look it, but he has panic attacks quite a bit

Especially, when his mother is brought up

The second he notices the onset of YOU having one, he subtly tries to hint at things

He'll pull a Klokateer aside and tell them to bring you water periodically throughout the day

Or, he'll bring you to his room and, instead of playing hardcore riffs, forces himself to slow down and play some soft blues (something akin to what you'd hear Michael Schenker play)

And it's under the guise of "Hyguh, Come ons Y/n, lets goes to my rooms and has some funs~"

Over time you come to learn all his secret code words

His bed is perfect for curling up and attempting to calm down

Will try to get your mind off of whatever caused your panic attack by teaching you guitar

Toki:

THIS MAN IS TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD

"Takes this cats." He will force you to hold the cat to your chest, if there's one thing he's learned, it's that science has proved that cat purrs can heal (he likes cats, okay?)

Or, he'll sit you in his lap and get you to straddle him while he works on his model planes

Totally gets a Klokateer to bring y'all sugar-free cookies

Much like Pickles, he puts on your favorite movie/tv show in the background

If you're in a crowded place, he gets defensive and hauls you off somewhere

And if someone tries to make it worse?

Well, we all remember that one scene. Where beats the shit out of that dude? Yeah, that happens again.

Murderface:

"Welp, theresch only one thing to do! Get the icesch cream and watch tv."

He's not wrong tho

He doesn't often deal with panic attacks, he's more of a "I'm worthless, and I want love, but I don't deserve it" person (not to say that doesn't occasionally lead to a panic attack) (projecting a bit here: his is brought on by his grandma)

Probably gives shitty advice, probably gives good advice

"Letsch play lascher tag. That might get your mind off it."

"I alwaysch schleep mine off."

He is trying though, so you can't be mad at him

Charles:

He's basically the dad to five death metal children, most of which come from terrible households, so he knows a thing or two about anxiety/panic attacks

Water? Check. Blanket? Check. Him? Well, don't expect him to take long breaks from work, but you can sit on his lap while he does business (so long as it's not a meeting)

I have decided that his favorite book/movie is the princess bride, and chances are you like it (I assume everyone enjoys the movie/book), so when he has the time, he'll read to you

plays cute cat videos for you

honestly, you're probably seldom in public if you're with him so i don't think you'd have to worry about that

Knubbler:

Believe it or not, he's a whizz when it comes to dealing with this

If you're up for it, he'll cuddle on a couch or bed with you

"Tell me what's wrong, I'm all ears." (i made myself laugh)

And he'll listen

He probably can't help as much as he wants aside from breathing techniques

But he'll grab your favorite food, so that's a plus

Defo has a cat, defo brings it to you for cuddles

Magnus:

"I'll get the wine."

And he does, it's probably not the best idea (but then again, he never said who it was for)

He tells you to breathe in and out, and to focus

Count the breaths

Genuinely has good advice (not for the right reasons, but they help)

If this is post-doomstar, he tells you the truth on how he knows so much about psychology, and mental health

If this is pre-doomstar, he just says he's interested in psychology (not wrong, but also a little white lie)

Shows you cat videos in hopes that they work

Also reads to you

If you're in public, he'll pull you in an alleyway and tries to talk to you, and helps with the breathing

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With My Whole Heart

Summary- Y/N and Spencer have known each other for what feels like forever. Long enough that admitting they have feelings for each other seems like too big of a risk to take- especially since they have been living together and raising Spencer’s daughter, Annabel, for the past seven years.

Warnings- mostly fluff with a bit of angst, Spencer Reid being a dad, a sizable serving of Poe mixed in

Pairing- Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count- 5.5k

A/N- For @imagining-in-the-margins​ Roommates Challenge (specifically the prompt about one of the roommates being a single parent). I have come to the decision that I am done with this fic. It is the longest completed thing I have ever written and I still feel like it could be better but I generally feel happy with it.

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“What’s a mommy like?”

The tired honey sweet voice of Annabel Reid drifted through the peaceful silence. A pleasant quiet hung over the room interrupted only by the rhythmic purrs of Y/N’s cat. Y/N drew the small girl closer to her as she began to carefully craft a suitable response. 

“That’s a tough one, Annie,” she answered, combing her fingers gently through the little girl’s unruly brown curls that always reminded her so much of Spencer’s, “I guess…. A mommy is the one person in the world who will always love you with her whole heart no matter what- except for your daddy of course,” Y/N corrected, watching as Annabel’s eyes drifted shut with a small smile at the thought of her dad.

“A mommy is always thinking about her kids and does everything in her power to make sure they are happy and safe,” Y/N continued, now staring off at the blank ceiling, “She would do anything and everything for them…”

Annabel’s breathing had slowed and grown shallower till Y/N was sure the little girl had drifted off to the land of dreams. Slowly and gently, putting considerable effort into not waking her, Y/N unwrapped her arms from Annabel’s small body until she was standing in front of the bed.

“I love you, bug,” she whispered softly brushing a stray hair away from Annabel’s face before leaning down to place the lightest kiss on her forehead. 

It only took a few steps to leave the room but Y/N lingered watching her best friend’s daughter dream and feeling an overwhelming sense of love for the little girl sleeping before her. It hadn’t taken much for Y/N to fall in love with that little girl. Annabel was the purified version of Y/N’s best friend, Spencer Reid, wrapped up into a seven year old with the biggest heart. She was absolutely precious. 

From the moment Y/N had met Annabel, they had both latched on to each other. Even as a baby Annabel had chosen Y/N to be one of her people and Y/N was grateful to be a part of her life everyday. Raising a little girl alone while working for the FBI had been a lot for Spencer to handle. His schedule didn’t easily lend itself to single parenting but everyone knew there wasn’t a single thing Spencer wouldn’t do for Annabel. She was his entire world.

For a while he had considered leaving the BAU to raise her but it seemed fate had stepped in when Y/N told him she wanted to move to DC and everything fell into place. Her work schedule was the complete opposite of his. As a freelance writer, she had about as much flexibility as she could want, allowing her to be there for every school concert, every science project, and every story time. 

As much as Spencer hated being away from his daughter, he knew that she was safe with his best friend when he was called away. Spencer continuously showered Y/N with thanks, never understanding how much she valued this time with his daughter. Annabel had taken up residence in her heart and showed no intention of leaving. And if Y/N was completely honest with herself, she knew Annabel wasn’t the only one. 

Although Spencer was her best friend, she had always been able to recognize how attractive he was and constantly felt a simmering jealousy towards the girl at the other end of the love story she knew he’d one day have. That feeling had always been there, lingering but it had grown to a new height when she moved in with Spencer and Annabel. There was a fire in her heart that called for him despite all of her attempts to settle it. Y/N loved him with all over her heart. But it didn’t matter. She would never say a word, content to burn to ashes in her desire if it meant she could stay a part of their little world. She was sure he couldn’t possibly feel the same way and yet her heart shattered at the thought of Spencer finding someone else to share his life raising Annabel with.

~~~~

Coming home to them had to be the best feeling in the world. After a long week of investigating dead ends and running in circles, opening their apartment door to see Y/N watching over his daughter was like falling into a warm cushion of love. Spencer felt a smile pull at his lips for the first time in nearly a week as he set his things aside and joined Y/N in his daughter’s doorway. 

“Hey,” he breathed out quietly watching Annabel sleep as he wrapped Y/N in a tight hug desperate to have the comfort of home even closer to him. 

Spencer gently unwound himself from her body so they stood next to each other in silent observation of the peaceful sight before them. 

“Hi,” Y/N responded with a smile, simultaneously loosening and tightening at the feeling of Spencer’s arm still gently draped around her waist, pleasantly echoing the too quick hug. She couldn’t help but lean into his touch. 

“Thank you,” Spencer whispered to her and the cool air that surrounded them. 

“Oh shush,” she lightly swatted at him in response, “I’ve told you, you don’t need to thank me for anything. I love that little girl with my whole heart.”

He turned to face her with a smile, sleep softening his features but doing little to hide the blatant appreciation on his face, “You’re amazing- you know that right?”

“Of course,” she teased with a light laugh, pulling him away from the doorway and into the living room where they could be a little louder. Her own tiredness made Y/N strangely confident as she held his hand in both of hers. 

But he didn’t mind- not by a long shot. A large smile filled his face as Spencer let himself enjoy the enveloping feeling of safety and comfort without his usual anxieties. 

“How are you?” Y/N asked once they were both plopped on to the couch asking not in formality but with genuine interest and concern. 

Spencer nodded slightly before answering, “Everyone got home safe….”

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, the light pressure alleviating some of the stress that had been sitting in the pit of his stomach the past several hours, “Just because it’s over doesn’t mean it’s gone.”

“I just…” he shook his head at the floor, “The things they saw, what he did to them that’s going to stay at the forefront of their minds until the day they die. If you or Annie had to even just see the things that happened to them- I can’t even imagine it.”

“Spence…” her heart tightened at his words, “You did everything you could for them. It will always be a part of them but because of you and the team, it won't be their entire stories.”

Spencer smiled sadly and leaned his head against her shoulder, exhaustion taking over, “Tell me about you and Annabel.”

Y/N reigned in her excited pride about the last week before she began, “Well, we only have a chapter left of James and the Giant Peach, she’ll be really happy you’re here to finish it with us.”

A smile danced on Spencer’s lips as his eyes bobbed shut and he leaned more of his weight against Y/N and the couch. 

“On our way back from the library, Annabel saw a street performer playing a violin and has been learning anything and everything about them since then,” love and joy seeped through every word and Y/N did nothing to hide it enjoying the way Spencer smiled with his closed tired eyes. 

“Did you know that the word violin comes from the Latin term vitula which means female cow?” He said without making any move to open his eyes. 

Y/N laughed softly, trying her best not to shake the doctor leaning against her, “Actually I did. Your daughter told me yesterday morning before school.”

Spencer’s smile tightened with pride. 

~~~~

The sun rose over their peaceful Saturday morning, sending streams of light through the windows to dance on the hardwood floors. These were the kinds of memories Spencer held tight to while he was gone. He pictured it like a photo folded up in some corner of his mind, tainted by the warm sun and worn at the edges like a well read book. 

He could hear Annabel shuffling around her room before he saw her. All of a sudden it was like a flip had switched and the little girl came bounding from the room frantically looking around before she let her hope run wild. It was like night and day when she noticed him standing in the kitchen. She bounded towards him with outstretched arms.

“Dad!” her voice was light and happy and Y/N watched as Spencer pulled the little girl up into an embrace. The pure joy shown through to the best version of Spencer. Bright, happy and with his daughter in his arms. 

“I missed you so much, bug,” he brushed a hand over her hair holding her tight against him.

“I missed you too,” Annabel said against the fabric of his shirt. 

Gently setting her down, Spencer watched her face light up with stories she wanted to tell him.

“Oh!” Annabel brightened again, taking Spencer’s hand and pulling him towards the kitchen table, “I saw this lady playing the violin when we left the library! She just kept playing and playing and the bow and her hands moved so fast. I wanna learn how to play the violin so I’ve been reading about them and writing stuff down.”

Spencer sat in a chair and pulled his daughter on to his lap, content to listen to her tell him anything and everything she cared about.

Y/N smiled at the two of them loving every moment and interaction more than she could verbalize. Eventually she eased herself from the sofa pulling Spencer’s purple scarf from the shelf and wrapping it around her neck, “I have to go meet with the publisher visiting from New York.”

“Wait-” she spun around quickly to face Reid, “Do you mind printing out the new chapters of my manuscript? I want to start editing soon.”

He nodded in response like she knew he would. Y/N hated leaving during these kinds of moments which were often far and few between but as freeform as her job was, there were some things that were unavoidable. Annabel waved her off not even turning to look as she engrossed herself with sharing everything she had learned over the past several days. And Spencer- he turned to smile at her, Annabel still in his lap. Y/N couldn’t help the tug in her heart that yearned for something more, some sort of goodbye that involved more than just a kind smile. Before her mind could muddle with any more complicated feelings, Y/N returned the smile and crossed the doorway out of the apartment.

“Oh! Oh!” Annabel's face shown bright and she counted facts on her fingers, “Did you know that the violin is 500 years old? The first modern violin was in Italy during the 1500s but it probably originated from the lyre and something called a rebab.”

She rambled in a familiar fashion and Spencer beamed at his daughter. She was everything he could have hoped for and so much more. Annabel truly was a mini Spencer through and through and as much as it scared him to think she would inherit his insecurities and struggles, there were moments like these when his heart soared to find himself in another person and know that Annabel would never have to grow up feeling that she was alone in her tendencies or fascinations.

He hugged Annabel against him, “I just love you so much, bug.”

“With your whole heart?” Annabel questioned absentmindedly tracing patterns with her finger over the notes and drawings she had made of the violins. 

“Absolutely,” he answered, studying her notes.

“That’s what Y/N said moms do,” Annabel continued innocently finally turning to face him, “She said that mommies love their kids with their whole heart no matter what.”

She roughly quoted the words she had heard last night, further proving to Spencer that she had at least partially inherited his memory.

“That’s true,” he answered, nodding slightly.

Annabel slumped against him, “Why don’t I have a mommy? Everyone at school has one and my friend- Marina, she even has two mommies.”

Annabel’s tone had changed slightly and he heard a familiar yearning in it that he recognized from his own childhood. The quiet desperation for something every other kid in the world seemed to have other than you. He did his best not to let her words weigh too heavy on his heart. It was natural for a child to want what they didn’t have, especially if it seemed to them that everyone else had it but he still hated it. Spencer wanted her to have everything, to never feel like she was missing out. He wanted to stuff her heart full of love until it poured out.

“Well,” Spencer began precariously, “In order for you to be born, I had to get some help from someone else. She made you in her tummy for me so that I could have you without needing a mommy there to help me.”

“I know,” Annabel whined slightly, frustrated that she couldn’t get her point across, “I know that’s how I was made but why don’t I have a mommy now? If there are families where the mom and dad can decide they want to go get a baby without making one, why can’t there be a mommy who decides she wants me like how you decided?”

A pain twinged near his heart as he searched for some magic word he could say to make it all better.

“I know it’s not always easy, bug, but I love you so much and Y/N and I will always be here for you,” Spencer attempted to answer.

Annabel leaned her head against his chest, “Do you think Y/N would be my mommy? She goes to all the concerts and meetings that the other mommies do.”

“I don’t know,” Spencer answered honestly, brushing his fingers through his little girl’s hair in an effort to soothe her, “Maybe someday but that’s a big job and she already does a lot for us. I don’t want to overwhelm her.”

Annabel sighed leaning further into him.

“Do you want to go get ready for your sleepover with Henry and Aunt JJ?” he offered, trying to buoy her spirits. She nodded solemnly and rose from her spot taking her dad’s hand in hers as they headed towards her room.

~~~~

“Long nights of writing a story that flows like water till the sun rises and being able to dream of that book while the sun’s away- careful, you might tempt what remains of the twenty-four year old version of me.”

He hadn’t meant to read her emails. It had started out innocent enough, Spencer opening her computer to print the new chapters of her book for her. It had started out this way but once he saw her open inbox and the message she had left for the publisher from New York, he couldn’t help himself. 

More than her name signed at the end of the email, what shook Spencer was the truth in her words. They were Y/N’s words through and through, every phrase painted and signed in her unique way. It wouldn’t have felt out of place in one of the manuscripts she kept precariously stacked on her desk.

Long nights? Dreaming while the sun’s away? Something pulled taut inside of him as he pulled the unwritten reason she couldn’t live out the fantasy she described in the email. There was no writing all night and sleeping all day. Not when she had to be up to make lunches, take Annabel to school, and all the other mundane tasks that conflicted with the romantic dream of her life as a writer. 

As much as Spencer wanted to deny the picture Y/N had painted with her words, his mind couldn’t bridge the cavern of truth that lay there. This was the life she had described to him in college when they both sat outside drunk on exhaustion during finals week. This had been what got her through every bullshit assignment and misogynist professor. It had been her dream as long as he could remember.

A dream that she had set aside to come change his daughter’s diapers with him in DC. 

Worry pulled his muscles tight. Y/N wouldn’t leave, would she? Not when he had just promised Annabel that she was dependable, that she would always be there. Spencer knew that Y/N had changed her life to move in with him and his several months old infant all those years ago but he had believed her everytime she told him that she was content with the arrangement, that she didn’t mind. It all came crashing in on him how much she had given up just for the sake of helping him with his infant daughter. Y/N had shattered a version of her life to be there with him, a version she could never get back. It would be natural for her to want it back. To want something other than life in a cramped apartment with him and his daughter. 

His mind spun with fear and anxiety, stray thoughts running into each other until they turned into a dizzying ball of anxiety. Spencer moved to the living room and sat on the couch glad JJ had already come to pick up Annabel. Whatever this crisis amounted to, Annabel didn’t deserve to bear the weight of it.

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It had been his apartment, his and Annabel’s, but over the years she had slowly leaned what had been Spencer’s dark academia styled apartment into something brighter and more lively. Y/N wasn’t a maximalist by choice necessarily, but she had a way of accumulating objects. Something cute she had seen waiting in line at the grocery store, some obscure item she had seen on Pinterest. But what she collected more than anything was books.

There were books on nearly every surface, leaving just enough room for the apartment to still be livable for two adults and a seven-year-old girl. Books on coffee tables, books on counters, books stacked in piles on the floor. Together they had long surpassed the carrying capacity of the shelves, leading books to spill out on to every available space and ultimately providing Y/N’s cat an easy way to bound from every piece of furniture in the apartment without having to step on the floor.

There were books on every topic any of them had found fascinating during any point of their lives. Books on gardening from when Y/N had grown fascinated with growing herbs, books on dinosaurs from when Spencer had wanted to impress Jack and Henry with less known facts, books from every stage of Annabel’s life. 

The books told a story, albeit a messy one. One where the three of them danced from fascination to fascination sharing their interests and passions with each other. It was a beautiful story and one Spencer hoped would never end.

As much as Y/N enjoyed the detailed accounts of obscure places and creatures that filled the apartment, he knew her true love was fiction. That was what filled her bags wherever she went and often covered her entire bed. These were the books she laughed and cried to. Ultimately that was who she was underneath the biographies and historical novels he and Annabel managed to surround her with.

She was a storyteller.

Her mind spun with stories picking them out of her brain like cotton candy and he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it and he couldn’t appreciate her the way she deserved to be.

“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night,” the words passed through Spencer’s lips as Y/N crossed through the doorway and began to unwind his purple scarf from her neck.

“Sitting in the dark quoting Eleonora?” Y/N questioned, eyeing him through the shadows of the apartment, usually she was able to keep up with his strange language of phrases and quotes but this was different, “Are you going for a Poe thing today? Just promise me you won’t run off and go marry your thirteen year-old cousin.”

He twitched slightly at her words, beginning to recognize how strange he was being but continued sitting on the couch solemnly watching her in a passive attempt to memorize the way she moved and spoke as if he could ever forget it.  

Spencer could barely see the way her eyebrows furrowed slightly before she moved to join him on the couch, taking a similar position to where she had sat the other night, “Are you okay?”

“Are you leaving?” he asked suddenly, regretting the fact that he couldn’t add “me” to the end of the sentence. For all the years they had spent in that apartment together he still couldn’t claim her in that capacity. If she left, she wouldn’t be leaving him, she would simply be leaving.

“What?” Y/N asked in genuine curiosity, perched on her knees on the couch facing him and internally begging him to do the same.

“Are you leaving to go to New York?” he rephrased the question. Something in him burned and wanted out. He was mad and tired. Mad and tired with himself for letting them both play house together for seven years while his heart screamed at him to do absolutely anything other than let things keep moving forward as they were.

“What are you talking about?” her voice rose in a similar fashion, exasperation and confusion painting a new expression on her face.

“Are you leaving for your ‘Long nights of writing a story that flows like water till the sun rises and being able to dream of that book while the sun’s away?’” Spencer threw her words back at her with an unwarranted venom.

She traced her words back to their source and tried to catch up to whatever train of thought Spencer was spiraling on, “Are you talking about my emails with that New York publishing guy who keeps begging me to work for him?”

Spencer’s silence reverberated through the room giving Y/N a fair impression of the truth, “He emails me a couple times a year, I was just being polite. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Then why didn’t you tell him no,” he finally turned to her eyes brightly lit with a fire she couldn’t place. A fire that was blazing and passionate, but laced with anger.

“I’m going to!” she stood from the couch and began to pace, as if she could retrace his steps this way, “God, Spence. Why are you so mad?”

“I’m mad because you lied to me,” he scraped the bottom of the barrel finding anything he could blame her for in an attempt to settle the fire that raged inside him, “You told me this was enough. You told me that you didn’t mind spending your days with me and Annabel!”

Y/N shook her head aimlessly gawking at whatever deranged story he was trying to tell himself.

“But-” Spencer paused momentarily to dampen down the flames escaping him, “You told him that you were tempted by his offer. That you wanted ‘long nights writing and sleeping all day.’”

His eidetic memory misquoted the words, striking a match against Y/N’s exasperation, “And since you read my emails, you should know that I also told him that was what I wanted when I was twenty-four. Look around you, Spencer. Neither of us is twenty-four anymore!”

She scoffed slightly before saying the words that finally drove him to his breaking point, “I mean for fuck’s sake, Spencer. You have a seven-year-old daughter now.”

“You’re right,” whatever was boiling inside of him came to a simmer, “I do have a daughter. A daughter who has become so attached to you that she wants you to be her mother and she deserves a mother like you but I know sure as hell I can’t ask that of you.”

“Oh my god!” Y/N called out running a hand through her already tousled hair, “is that what this is all about? You feeling guilty about wanting me to be Annabel’s mom?”

“No, no-” he cut her off suddenly, voice tainted with desperation, “I feel guilty because I want you to be my wife!”

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Whoever said that first kisses were electric was terribly wrong. If anything it was magnetic. Once they started falling into each other they couldn’t stop, every emotion tearing through their bodies simultaneously. Every passion and reservation that had been so delicately balanced between them came crashing down. Their lips locked again and again barely leaving time for breath as their magnetic force pulled them back together again and again. Y/N had a thousand thoughts racing through her head, a thousand questions she wanted to ask but any slight inclination she had to pull away from Spencer was immediately stifled by the crashing wave of another kiss.

Spencer pulled her closer and closer to him until he was pulling her up towards his own lips wanting every touch, every breath to be shared leaving no room for the space they had both continually put between each other. Her fingers twisted in his hair desperately holding on to the very real feel of him in her hands. The eager push and pull of their bodies wasn’t particularly conducive to balance it seemed, as they tumbled onto the couch in an awkward bundle of intertwined limbs. They were one. They were whole and even without words they both knew they were in love.

No one ever mentioned how exhausting it was. The emotional overload and frenzied limbs making quick work of all remaining energy and stamina. They slowed together melting into a collective mess of rapid heartbeats and heated breaths. Melding together into a ball of love on the couch. Spencer leaned his forehead to hers, taking solace in the moment he knew would be forever seared into both of their minds.

“Do you know-” he heaved a heavy breath out, “how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

“Sixteen years,” she gave her own answer to the question, finding it rang true when he smiled and pulled her impossibly closer to him.

His laughter gentle and pleasant, leaving his mouth in warm breaths and dancing on the side of her check, as they both relished in the weight that had left their chests and hearts, “I’ve loved you for so long, so stupidly long.”

“Me too,” her hand brushed through his soft curls as she examined him in this new context. 

“I loved you when you decided to read the entire Harry Potter series in a weekend,” his paused to interject his words with soft kisses trailing up her arm, “I loved you when you sat with my mom and talked about Margery Kempe for three hours straight,” another kiss, “I loved you when you sent me letters from Nevada everyday for a year,” he had made it to the top of her shoulder, “I loved you when I saw you hold my daughter in your arms for the first time,” Spencer planted a kiss in the crook of her neck and sent a shiver through her entire body, “I have loved you every single day since I first saw you sitting on campus against a willow tree with a pile of books.”

He pulled back from her to look into her eyes, “I have wanted this for so long. I don’t know what you want now or what you’re ready for in terms of a relationship but whatever you want, whenever you want it just let me know and I will give you the entire world.”

Her hand was soft and smooth when she brought it to the side of his face and finally whispered, “I want to be your wife.”

A familiar light sparkled in his eyes with liveliness and all the spontaneity Spencer Reid could manage.

“Well let’s go then,” in a swift movement she hadn’t been remotely anticipating, Spencer scooped from the couch and pulled them both up with her in his arms. She yelped in surprise at her new position and Spencer’s ability to carry her like this.

“What are you doing?” Y/N cried out with a laugh as he began to carry her towards his room.

“We’re getting married,” he laughed, the playful light in his eyes shimmering with even more brightness.

“In your bedroom?”

“No,” he crossed into the room and set her on his bed before looking over his shoulder at her, “This is just a pit stop.”

“A pit stop?” she echoed voice still light and her smile apparent in her tone.

“There’s something I want to get for you,” Spencer trailed of slightly as he began rummaging through his things. Y/N pushed herself up from the bed to get a better view of what he was doing. Eventually he pulled a small velvet box from a drawer and tossed it to her. 

In a miraculous display of coordination, Y/N caught it and held the small box in her hands with a slight tilt to her head, “What is this?”

“Open it,” he leaned against the dresser watching her with a careful gaze.

Sending him one last questioning gaze, Y/N eased the box open to reveal a golden ring with a red gemstone set in the middle of it, “I still don’t understand.”

“It was my grandmother’s,” Spencer began to explain, “My mom gave it to me a little after you moved here, she said she thought I might need it.”

“Seven years ago?” she asked.

“Seven years ago,” he nodded, “She’s always believed there was something between us.”

Y/N studied him doing her best to make sense of the words he was sharing with her, “Well, I guess she wasn’t wrong there.”

Her eyes trailed down to the ring, the red gem sending bits of light bouncing around in the box.

“You don’t have to take it,” Spencer started, “We don’t have to do anything right now or ever for that matter. I just-”

Y/N shook her head slightly and stood bringing the box with her, “I already told you, I want to marry you.”

The corner of his smile leaped up again as he took the box from her and pulled the ring from its place. Slowly, as if he still expected her to change her mind, he took Y/N’s left hand and slid the ring onto her finger.

“I like that,” he whispered to the quiet between them.

She smiled down at the ring on her finger, “Me too.”

~~~~

“When I decided to use a surrogacy program to have my Annabel I did so because I thought I would never meet the love of my life. I was right, in a way. I had already met her.”

The sun was warm on everyone’s skin but the breeze managed to cool everything to a comfortable temperature. It wasn’t exactly a speech but Spencer still managed to speak with a clear and confident quality to the large table of people at the party. It mostly consisted of BAU members, past and present, with a few family members dotted here and there but it was just right. 

The party had been Garcia’s idea. There was little point in anything too formal when Spencer and Y/N had eloped the night after they confessed but seeing everyone they cared about gathered in one space with pleasant easy grins on their faces was absolutely worth it. 

He smiled to everyone but his eyes locked on hers as he continued, “I did the whole family thing a little bit backwards, having a baby, then watching you become my daughter’s mother and now marrying you. It’s a little strange but I can’t find the energy to care when it got us here.”

Y/N beamed up at him, the sun and his words warming her heart to an easy glow. 

“I love you and I’m so glad we finally got here,” he finished with a bright smile on his face. Y/N stood and leaned in to kiss him with as much love and joy as she could manage here in front of their friends and families.

“I love you too,” she said, cupping his face in her hands.

“And-” Y/N looked down at Annabel standing between them, “I love you with my whole heart forever and always.”

[dailyreverie]

"I’m seeing you doing something you love and the sheer joy you exhibit without even knowing it is so endearing and I can’t look away because you’re so in your element" with bucky

could the reader be excited about animal/science nerdy stuff...im studying to be a vet and nobody gets excited with me cuz its gross stuff sometimes 😭😭

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A/N: Hiii my lovely dear beautiful 😗 anon! Listen, searching for cat facts took longer than writing this because I have no knowledge of science and animal stuff lol so I hope this is accurate (this is also not scientific but it is kind of gross, maybe?). Also, the source I used for cat stuff is here.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (no pronouns). Alpine's here too.

Word count: 630

CW: I always try to make my blurbs with as less descriptions of the reader as possible, but this time reader has a few niche interests in animals so just have that in mind. Mentions of cat anatomy.

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It's all part of the routine by now: Bucky comes in, you check his shoulder and arm for any discomfort he may have, and off he goes to the next mission. He likes it, hell... he enjoys it to the point of your check-ups being the favorite part of every mission.

"How's my favorite Avenger doing?" Your chirpy greeting had become Bucky's favorite part of it by now.

"I'm doing alright, the arm's also-"

"You know damn well I'm not talking about you." The white ball of fur that sat on Bucky's shoulder almost jumped at you when your hands made their usual grabby motion, and Bucky didn't even try to hide the smile anymore.

They are very similar, Bucky and Alpine. You can't imagine a sceneario in which Alpine would jump to Sam's arms, or rub against Tony's chin, yet the little cat looks for you and takes comfort in between your hands as soon as he sees you; Bucky doesn't jump to you, of course, but when he sees his cat purr under you soft caresses he understands it, he knows the effect your hands have, soft and healing and warm and-

"Oh shit, Alpine!" He blinks away his frozen brain when he spots Alpine climbing over to your shoulder - rear to your face and tail in the air. "I don't know why he is doing this, I'm so sorry." He is rambling, pulling his cat over to him again even as the cat mewos in protest. 

"Don't worry about it, Buck, really. I appreciate it even." You giggle, stretching your hand to pet the cat again.

"You... appreciate it?" Bucky's confussion is all over his face, looking at you with knotted eyebrows.

"Yeah, when cats put their rear end on your face and lift their tails, especially kittens, it means that your kitty is feeling confident and happy, it's their way of showing you they are ready to be friendly." You reply with a smile, as if you weren't talking about cat butts. Bucky doesn't interrupt, looking at the small smile on your face and feeling himself match it. "This is mostly because of when they were growing up, you know? Mom cats lick their baby's butt to stimulate them when they are figuring out how to defecate, so when a cat shows you their butt they are just asking for-" You stop suddenly, looking at Bucky for a second just to find him looking at you with wide eyes and a smile. "What are they asking for?" There's genuine curiosity in his voice, and he blames it entirely on the way your eyes lit up when you started giving your explanation.

"I'm sorry, that was... it was gross. You came here to get your arm checked, and I ended up talking about cats' butts." You shake your head, trying to get the thoughts of the last two mintues out.

"I want to hear though." Bucky admits "Alpine shows me his butt all the time and I had no idea why. How do you know all that stuff?"

"I wanted to be a vet before I became a doctor." Your shy smile has Bucky melting, but it is the pure excitement in your face what makes his heart leap out of his chest. "I learned a lot of animal stuff from reading veterinary books. Animal behaviour is so interesting! Most animals actually have developed a way to communicate with humans and- wow! Sorry! I'm rambling again."

"You don't have to apologize, I swear." He smiles kindly at you. Who knows what, or who, had made you feel bad for rambling about this passion of yours before, but he knew how being silenced felt like and he was definitely not going to do it to you. "I want to hear everything you have to say."

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[twstwonderlandstuff]

some of twst boys as catboys to their gn! crush

an alchemy accident keeps their victims under a cat-like appearance for quite some time. what do you do when these victims come to you?

characters: ace trappola, deuce spade, silver and sebek zigvolt

a/n: happy cat day! not beta read.

ace t.

100% uses it as an excuse to get closer to them.

like, come on, aren't his ears cute/ look at them wiggling about, don't you want to touch em?

his tail definitely wraps around you TONS, but he'll deny it and say it's cuz he isn't used to this yet.

when you do pet his ears he melts. he wraps around you like a blanket and forced you to pet him over and over. he'll be way to pleasured with the feeling to notice he's purring, I bet.

deuce s.

panics and tries to find a way out of this mess ASAP. you're his crush, he doesn't want you seeing him after a failed science experiment!

when he finds out a he can do is wait it out, he tries to go about his day as normal. you know, like the good honorary student he is... is that a butterfly?

SWINGS over to catch, realizes. that crush is next to him and melts down. has not moved in 1 minutes. (plans to tell the first years to make a funeral for him.)

you gotta reassure this good boy that you get it, it's instinct! he'll be alright. sort of.

[but sources say if you give him head pats and call him a good boy, he'll drop the honorary student act he's got in pursuit of your touch. it's really cute.]

silver.

becomes the lazy cat (not by choice) immediately. you saw him walking? naw, he's sleeping. is that silver sword fighting? nopes, sleeping.

he tries to fight the urges but damn, does it multiply as a cat! he just feels so drowsy, urgh...

doesn't mean to, but dials up that sleepy, princely aura to 11. COME ON, he's a sleepy catboy???? wouldn't you want to sleep next to him, huh??

(don't lie to me 🔫.)

he lays his head on your lap as you play with his ears. he purrs softly and you wouldn't recognize it if there wasn't a slight tickling on your lap.

catnaps, and them's the facts.

sebek z.

THIS MAN. I'm so sure he thinks of this as an annoyance. how do beast men deal with this?! yeah, the heightened senses are cool but he just can't. stop. purring everytime you. TOUCH HIM!!!

when sebek is pining, he pines HARD, and that includes soaking up every piece of affection you give him like a love starved croc.

he loves it when you scratch the base of his ears and if you're persistent, eventually, you'll receive the labor of your work through sebek's pleased purring. (but please don't EVER mention this to him he'll be too embarrassed to look you in the eye.)

after that he goes into diasomnia and just. loses it. I know it I JUST know it I can SEE IT HAPPENING!!!

he's yelling his head off, he's blushing so red and he's so embarrassed with himself. however, a small part of him is grateful for this accident. without it, he probably would work up the courage to do those things with you.