#they are dog AND cat parents

[sir3n-s]

Once Steve and Eddie get their own apartment, they immediately start arguing about what kind of pet to get.

Eddie wants a cat while Steve wants a dog.

And for a few weeks, they go back and forth about which one they should actually get.

But the universe eventually picked for them.

One morning, Steve found a kitten hiding in the hood of his car, seeking warmth against the cold. Steve couldn't just leave it there, shaking and alone.

So, he takes it inside while he calls his job to say he needs the day off because he's "sick." Then, he takes the kitten to the vet to make sure it's okay.

By the end of the day, the apartment is filled with cat supplies, and Eddie comes home extremely happy.

A week later, Eddie finds a puppy limping and shaking behind the garbage can outside. He couldn't leave it there.

So, he takes it to the vet and then to the animal store and buys a whole bunch of dog supplies.

When Steve comes home, he's happy to finally have the dog he's always wanted. He still loves their kitten, though.

And in the end, the universe picked both. Eddie and Steve couldn't be happier.

[aratribow]

Jy and his two guard dogs (or cats)

[maruchanart]

I guess you could say that they're Parenting Badly

[foldingfittedsheets]

My mom has this awful friend, Cynthia. My loathing goes deep enough that I’m not even going to change her name. If she ever finds this she knows what she did.

On multiple occasions my mom asked this horrible irresponsible chicken brained woman to watch after our animals while we were away. I don’t know why once wasn’t enough, because the first failure was so spectacular that anyone in their right mind would know she couldn’t be trusted with any level of responsibility or direction following.

You might be thinking to yourself, FFS, this level of antipathy is surely unwarranted! But you’d be wrong.

To set the scene, we were living in downstairs of our house when I was about fifteen. My mom has always wanted more animals than can reasonably be kept indoors which is how we ended up with three cats. When she wanted to kick them all outside I protested, and so all three cats lived in my bedroom with no access to the rest of the house.

That really wasn’t great, so in an attempt to give them options we made a window cutout with a cat door in it to give them access to the outdoors. Looking back on this as an environmentally conscious adult it’s wretched, cats should be indoor only, but at the time I was desperate to give them some freedom because one bedroom is too small for three cats.

So my parents and I went on a week long trip to visit family out of state. We told Cynthia to come feed and water the cats, and to scoop the litter box. Most importantly, don’t lock the handle of the door, because we only have the key to the deadbolt.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Cynthia locked us out. We arrived home after 12 hours on the road, desperate for the comfort of our own beds. We were met with an unyielding door. With a sigh I volunteered, “I can punch in the cat door and climb in the window.”

I slipped behind the bamboo outside my window and pushed in the cutout. A horrible insidious reek wafted out at me. I paused, prickling with foreboding. But I had a job to do, and by god I’d see it through. I hefted myself up into the window and my hand immediately landed in something wet.

Skin crawling, I pulled myself up and surveyed the darkened room as a miserable odor of decay and suffering poured out of the room around me. I could see dark shapes littering the carpet and it didn’t take a genius to guess that the cats had taken up hunting in a big way during my absence.

I pulled my hand out of the pile of vomit it had landed in and dropped into my onetime bedroom turned now into a hellpit of decomposing wretchedness. I turned on the light. I wished I had not turned on the light.

My eyes scanned across the floor, tallying as they went. Two dead birds, a dead baby rabbit, five dead mice, and one dead snake. I paused on my alarm clock, perplexed to see a stain of white on it. I stepped closer and saw a furtive movement.

The tally suddenly contained also: one live bird that had shit in several places, probably in pure terror to find itself trapped in a room littered with decomposing woodland creatures, which honestly, fair. I coaxed it out the window and finished the survey with five discrete piles of vomit.

I unlocked the door and let my parents in. They exclaimed in disgust at the horrible smell. We stood together in my doorway floored by the magnitude of neglect. The unscooped litter box was a subtle footnote in the tangible reek my living space. I disposed of the parade of ecological disaster, cleaned vomit, and scooped the box after a brutally long day on the road. The cats were fine, and happy to see me. They had a huge dish or food and water so Cynthia’s neglect at least hadn’t harmed them.

Then I slept on the couch while my bedroom aired out, the windows flung wide to dispel the uneasy ghosts of the hunted. I spent the whole night cursing Cynthia’s name for this evil she’d visited upon me. When my mom asked her, "Cynthia, didn't you see the dead animals?"

Cynthia responded, "Yes, they smelled so bad, I just ran in and out as fast as I could." I fully don't believe she did any caretaking, and I'm personally of the opinion that she locked herself out on the first day and never came back.

The next day my room had returned to a habitable level of smellscape and I gratefully crawled into my bed that night. I stretched out and froze as my foot brushed something cold and wet?

The final indignity: one last dead snake, inside my very sheets.

Fucking Cynthia.

[ask-cupbros-parents]

[ Pets ? ]

-Mike, a golden retriever, usually at free range. Utena found Mike following her when she first arrived at Inkwell Isles alone and so she kept him around. She gives Mike a collar so people won't think of him as a street dog.

-Mrs. Meow Meow, Professor Kettle's cat, is also free-range most of the time, with no idea where Mrs Meow Meow would be. Walter often feeds Mrs Meow Meow.

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They don't get along.

[puppppppppy]

ouppys and kibbys

[cheebuss]

TF2 but Warrior Cat.... also just Miss Pauling and Sniper (for now) bc i'm lazy

[rockhousejai]

Big brother Julius 🐈‍⬛

(Taking the L for his sibs what a lad)

Also some bonus stuff! James and Felix help out Julius sometimes they’re his best pals 

[marragurl]

Not the first to say it, but damn can’t believe Galladay really went from toxic yaoi to doomed tragic yaoi.

Alright fellow Galladay trash, where’s the modern AU fix-it fics?

I need to see Gallagher single dad with Misha plus their dog/cat Sleepie falling for entertainment company CEO Sunday. Don’t ask me how they met, fuck it, throw in bodyguard AU Gallagher who works part-time at a bar, boom there that’s how they meet, idk I’m making this up on 3 hours of sleep.

You’ve heard of slow burns, now get ready for Galladay blaze it.

They’re speedrunning the relationship from hate -> annoyance -> mild disgruntlement -> weirdly vibing -> ok wow never knew I needed that in my life -> Sunday is way too ok with spoiling Misha -> ok so we got married -> alright we’re dismantling the government now -> Sunday went to jail for 5 minutes for attempting “peaceful” world domination, don’t worry we (Gallagher) forgave him -> Sunday’s stepping down as CEO to run a coffeeshop idk look someone get him some therapy -> Robin is president now while she still goes on tours -> Misha won an engineering competition while this was all going on

Bottom line: Robin is out living her best life while Sunday is in the back somehow having the most insane week of his life. I have no other notes for her here except that she is happy, and successful, and is Sunday’s last remaining brain cell. She and Misha are having some fun Aunt/Nephew bonding times while Galladay are accidentally-on-purpose committing multiple war crimes.

No, we don’t have time to unpack 2.2 and all its trauma, we cope with modern AU :)

[read-write-thrive]

the dead boy detective agency main four are a polycule on various points of the aromantic/asexual spectrum (in addition to their various sexualities), with the various side characters playing the roles of parental figures or talking stages. thank you for coming to my ted talk

[leighlew3]

People with dogs: “this is my sweet goofy gal and best friend”

People with cats: “this little shit is my own personal demonic soulmate”

[solargeist]

theres something kinda funny abt the fact that Watchers are very smart, like they’re observant and practically stalk players to learn more and more abt them and the worlds-

But they inevitably cannot help seeing them as children, despite all the studying and watching, they will think players are small, cute, and dumb !

The urge to guide and foster them into strong wise warriors is too much. The players need them to survive, surely.

Though seeing them as kids might be too kind to say actually, Watchers look at players like…. Maybe a new puppy… Ready to train, but then if the barking is too much, if they don’t listen, if they cry and they bite.. The Watchers don’t want it anymore.

Really depends on who you ask ! You’re in better luck if the Watcher sees kids over animals tho

[smeraldo-heart]

Put Cal over cat images because. He is an orange cat through and through

Had a little bit too much fun making this

[cheetahf]

Project sekai fan unit :3

[iwillfightformydream]

Normal Kids when they see their parents stressed: are you OK? I made you a card. can we play? 

Normal parents : I’m fine. It’s nothing darling. 

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Kid Dazai noticing that Natsume is stressing with something:May I be informed on what is on your mind? 

Natsume: i’m working on a system that will keep Yokohama safe, so I can enjoy my retirement and give you all the attention you need.

Small Dazai: What’s stopping for making that? 

Natsume: the port mafia were more like their current boss is too reckless and is going to die soon. There’s an underground doctor that will be a good replacement for him, but I need a way to keep an eye on him.

Dazai: if you don’t mind me asking, what is this doctors name? And where would he most likely be.

Natsume: the doctors name is Ōgai Mori, and he usually goes shopping near the river with the lovely bridge downtown. Why do you ask? 

Dazai: No reason

Also Dazai, who proceeds by jumping off said bridge into the river in order to be saved by Ōgai Mori to become close to him and pretend to be his wardso he can keep an eye on the port mafia for Natsume with the help of manipulating reality::D

[nces13]