anonymous asked:

Please more punk!phil and religious!dan in a museum and dan is so excited bc art but Phil is excited bc dan looks so beautiful in the low light

okay but like, fuck me up

✨ Dan getting so excited when they’re not even there yet, tugging at Phil’s hand and making high pitches little squeals.

✨ Phil making fun of him for it, teasing him that he doesn’t understand how someone can be so excited for any kind of museum, but kissing him on the cheeks anyways.

✨ “It’s art, Phil… you just wouldn’t understand.”

✨"I think I understand art, I’m dating some.“

✨ Dan not understanding for a second before blushing darkly, avoiding Phil’s eyes. “Oh,” he breathes, and then pouts. “Hey, that’s not fair! I wasn’t prepared!”

✨ Dan being so immersed in the art there, standing at a single piece for about ten minutes to just admire it, making quiet comments.

✨ Phil’s hardly looking at the art, no matter how hard Dan tries to get him too, instead staring at Dan because he looks so beautiful in the low lights of the museum, his eyes lighting up with a sort of wonder and his cheeks flushed pink.

✨ Finally Phil pulls Dan away from a painting, despite his protests, to kiss all over his face; dotting his skin in soft brushes of his lips and making Dan giggle and blush even harder.

✨ “Phil…” Dan whines, scrunching his nose and letting Phil take both of his hands and intertwine their fingers. “We’re in public, you doofus.”

✨ Phil just smiles and kisses him on the mouth, feeling Dan grin into the kiss and giggle against his lips as he dips his hands into Dan’s back pockets and pulls him closer.

✨ And they say their first I love you’s, right there, in the dimly lit art museum where anyone could overhear. Phil says it first, resting his forehead against Dan’s, with a soft; “I’m insanely in love with you, Dan Howell.”

✨ And Dan’s face burns, and his eyes widen, and he whispers - “I’m in love with you too,” slightly choking on his words because this has never happened to him before.

✨ And everything is perfect.

How to Tell if I’m in Little Space
  • High-pitched squeals in response to small animals
  • Cuddling onto anyone nearby
  • Carrying my favorite stuffy around
  • Overly excited about cake and/or ice cream
  • Saying “Mommy Mommy Mommy Mommy” under my breath over and over again
  • Whining
  • Sensitive to everything
  • Making my stuffies dance and then giving them little kisses
  • Fuzzy socks~!
  • Lisp becomes more noticeable (”th” because “f” and “r” becomes “w” and “ll” turns into “ww”)
  • Sleepy at a reasonable time but “dun wanna go to bed”

George: *hands Kipps the Orpheus goggles* Well… Go on. Try them.

Kipps, goggles now on and slightly askew: oh my lord

Kipps: *high-pitched squealing*

Kipps: *runs out the door with rapier*

Yuri on Ice (YOI) fandom: *high pitched squealing obnoxiously bleeding through the internet* the previews for episode 10 said something round and golden! It’s going to be a ring!there is going to be a proposal!

Me: *jaded, scrolling distantly through the fandom posts in condescending amusement* Look, young ‘uns, it’s not going to be a ring. It’s never a ring. Trust me, I’m in my late twenties, I’ve seen shows like this a time or two–

Episode 10 airs.

Me: *staring suspiciously into dark abyss where YOI creators must reside* STOP TRYING TO RESTORE MY FAITH IN HUMANITY. ITS NOT GOING TO WORK, DAMN IT!

question: is there any connection (that is proven or that yall have noticed) between adhd and misophonia? because ive realized that repetitive noises, especially ones that are like vocalizations, drive me up the fucking wall and make it impossible for me to focus on anything else but them

The Pyjack, Romance Companions React

Leaving out PeeBee because I’m working on a story for her that incorporates the sneezing and this companion reaction and another little surprise. :) you’ll see!

I only write Fem Ryder Romances, see previous reaction for details.

Liam was checking over his armour, preparing for their next ground mission and upon opening his locker, he was greeted to a high pitched squeal and a pair of oversized black eyes staring up at him before the creature promptly jumped on his head and quickly scuttled away. Looking back at his locker he let out an annoyed groan.
“Sara! Your pet monster just chewed through my favourite shirt!” Liam shouted, losing up the ruined fabric.
Sara was cuddling the space monkey to her chest while reading one of her fathers books.
Looking up at him apologetically
“I’ll requisition for another one for you. Sorry Liam. ” Sara winced.
Liam flopped on the couch next to her and threw an arm around her, glaring at Pyjack.
“If I didn’t love you so much, that thing would be breakfast.” Liam grumbled.
“Drack’s the only one with the ability to eat him since their blood and muscle are poisonous to us.” Sara laughed.
Liam continued to grumble into her shoulder.

During Suvi’s downtime she would go to Ryders quarters and read, the ships pet curled up in her lap. Sara would often just watch the top, the sight simply too adorable to tear her eyes from. The focus Suvi had, drinking in, absorbing whatever she turned her attention too.
Sara let out a dream sigh without thinking, causing Suvi to look up.
Sara went red, looking away, pretending to tinker with her omni-tool.
Suvi giggle at her girlfriends awkwardness, putting the boom down and placing to sleeping Pyjack on the space beside her. Making her way to Ryder, who was sitting cross legged on the bed, face still burning, she sat beside her and wrapped her arms around her.
“Something on your mind?” Suvi asked.
“You’re cute not matter what you do. Not. Fair.” Sara mumbled.
Suvi laughed and kissed Sara’s cheek.

It took a while to notice. Sara was sitting on Jaal’s bed, flicking through her Omni-Tool, the adorable space monkey nestled quite happily on her chest. It was only after the third or fourth growl did she look over to Jaal and see him glaring in her direction.
“Was it something I said?” Sara asked.
“Hm? No!”
“Then why the periodic growling and glaring?” Sara questioned.
Jaal sighed.
“It’s… Burying it’s head in your bosom.”
“It has no respect for your relationship. Look at it, clinging to you, mocking me. Your creatures from the Milky Way are most inconsiderate.” Jaal spat, crossing his arms and seemingly glaring harder at the Pyjack.
Sara blinked at him incredulously a few times before bursting into laughter, causing the space monkey to jolt awake and run off back to her room.
She laughed so hard she nearly fell off his bed. After wiping away her tears of mirth away she stood and walk over to him, plopping herself down on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed min sweetly.
“Jealousy is unbecoming of you.” Sara giggle while pulling away.
Jaal’s lips chased after hers for a more heated kiss.
“If it gains this response I should scowl at your pet more often.” Jaal smiled.

Vetra watched as Sara played with the space rat. Dangling a bit of string in front of it.
“He doesn’t bite Vetra. Come on.” Sara laughed.
Vetra would never admit it but she was a little afraid of the unusual pet.
“It’s… Cute but I’ll keep my distance.”
“Scardy-bird.” Sara giggled.
“Nothing. Just come here.”
Vetra walked over. Cautious of the small creature. Sara took her hand and pulled her closer to the no snoozing space monkey on her lap.
“Now just brush your hand behind its ear.. And…”
“It’s so soft!!!!??” Vetra squealed suddenly.
Vetra then began petting the creature with both hands. Squishing it’s face, eyes shining with wonder.
They continued like that, sitting on the floor and petting and playing with the cute monkey.
Sara kissed Vetra’s mandible.
“Told you you’d like it.”

A Witchy Bestiary: Cats!

Kitties! The source for the never-ending squee (for those of you unfamiliar with anime or internet culture, “squee” is the word for that high-pitched squeal of delight when someone sees something incredibly cute… like a kitten). Cats have a wonderful, loving relationship with most of the world, and have solidified their place in internet culture due to their antics. And, of course, many of us are lucky enough to be the loving and subservient human to a feline master or two (or, in my case, four).

But, as often seen when the stores begin their commercial takeover of the Halloween season - when we witches prepare for Samhain and take delight in popular culture’s enjoyment of our New Year’s - cats and witches go paw-in-hand.

Yes, Josh. This couch is comfortable. Now pet me. ~Whitney

Ancient Origins

Cats have a very long history alongside humans. Most famously in ancient culture, the Egyptians revered cats as a sacred animal. However, something that has always puzzled archaeologists is when and how humans started domesticating cats. With dogs, it’s much easier to track (just like their muddy paw prints on the carpet…), but cats are fittingly mysterious in when humans chose to add them in their societies. (Let’s face it. Humans did not choose the cat. The cat chose the humans. I think that’s where scientists and historians keep getting it wrong.)

As far as we can tell today, cats can be traced to several areas in early human history, but the two most significant areas from which modern kitties can be traced back to are the Middle East and China. As early as 12,000 years ago, the rise of agriculture had begun attracting rats, mice, and other rodents. In turn, wild cats began being drawn closer to human settlements. Clearly, having a friendly animal around to help keep your grain safe is ideal, so these cats would then be fed and protected by the humans that they’d begun helping.

Over the centuries, these two breeds of cats began to evolve, growing closer to humans and starting weave their ways into our lives (if we trust them and love them, it’s easier for them to accomplish their goal of world domination).

A Divine Link

Cats eventually began to find their way into our spirituality. In the Middle East, cats were respected as guardians of spiritual texts and sites. In Egypt, cats were deified. This was the case so much so that to be accused of having killed a cat in ancient Egyptian society was to face punishment by execution. In fact, cats were so revered that they were mummified and treated with the same respect as royalty.

To the ancient Egyptians, cats were associated with the goddess Bastet (or Bast). And sure enough, what is her domain within the Egyptian religion? Protection. As a lioness protector, she was a goddess of great importance, and was a prominent goddess long after Egypt’s civilization began to fade.

Toward the end of Egyptian civilization, the Greeks had come to respect Bast, as well, and connected her with another goddess - Selene, the Greek goddess of the moon (a goddess often associated with Hecate).

The Romans came to respect cats, as well. While more secular than the deeply spiritual Egyptians, Romans respected cats for their independent natures and wild demeanors, and attributed cats to two of their goddesses: Diana and Libertas.

What? You said I’m a protector goddess. So I protect. I protect your PS3 from the cold. ~Whitney

Demons, Witches, Plagues, and Cats

Unfortunately, the high status that our feline overlords deserve would not be respected into the Middle Ages. With the rise of witch hunts, anyone who welcomed an animal into the home would be faced with accusations of witchcraft and heresy. Cats in particular were targeted due to their independent and nocturnal natures.

The ambivalence with which cats rule their lives was seen, particularly by witch hunters, as a link to demonic nature. For a man or woman to welcome cats into their home was surely a sign that the feline was truthfully a demon performing fiendish deeds for the evil magician inside.

This was the origin for the modern stereotype of witches and black cats. Just as men and women were rounded up on accusations of witchcraft, cats were killed by the hundreds.

Little did Europe know how much it needed its feline population. As the number of cats began to dwindle, the number of rodents exploded, and with the rats came plague. The protection cats long provided against disease (something Bastet was long honored for as a goddess of healing) was no longer present, and the bubonic plague ran rampant and caused the world population to drop by more than 100 million. Of course, reactions did not help cats or witches any, for often witches and cats would be accused of further spreading the plague.

Eventually, when the focus was taken away from the cats, they began to resume their time honored magical duty of rat hunting and disease prevention.

Yeah, we’ll hunt those rats… after our nap.~ Whitney, Lilly, and Barnabus

A Return to Glory, and a Witch’s Best Friend

Every so often after the Black Death, cats would be the subject of witchcraft accusations, both in the old world and the new. But their popularity as mousers would earn them a respected job for both the navies of the 17th and 18th centuries and of the United States Postal Service clear up to the early 20th century.

By the end of the 19th century, cats were walking beside humans again without fear, happily going about their way as humans began to rely less on their utility and more on their company.

Up until some rather important innovations of the 20th century (namely refrigeration, the invention of kitty litter, and the rise of spaying and neutering), the thought of having an indoor cat was on the preposterous side. Even the President’s cat had free reign to wander in and out of the White House. But as these amenities became prevalent, kitties started to have a place as permanent indoor companions, safe from the dangers of the outside world, and more comfortable than even their own humans!

Today, cats have come to dominate not only the world of pets (much as many dog owners would refuse to admit, more pet owners have cats than dogs), but also the Internet. They’ve become the penultimate companion to the millenial due to the ease of care (food? water? easy. Litter? unpleasant, but easy. Love and cuddles? Well, these kitties will never want for attention!) and the stress-relief that cats often provide in a world that tends to promote stress and anxiety.

To many witches, cats are perfect companions. In addition to the connections with gods and goddesses worldwide, cats also have a role to play in witchcraft! Cats are natural teachers for us when we need to focus on our independence, confidence, and overall attitude towards life.

As familiars, cats can provide us with a link to the divine, to Hecate and Bast, while also helping to magnify our magical energies and naturally cleansing energy from spellwork (even Feng Shui acknowledges the natural abilities of cats in energy cleansing - it is believed that wherever a cat spends a considerable amount of time, chances are that stagnant energy is pooling there, and the cat is doing what it can to get it flowing again).

Don’t mind me. Just cleansing away the negativity! ~Cody

When working spells that involve cats, pay attention to what goddesses you use - Diana, Freya, Bast, Isis, and Cerridwen are all great picks for cat magic (Cerridwen was often accompanied by white cats… which is probably why I can’t seem to cast a spell in this house without Whitney showing up and helping!). Then, think about what aspect of the cat you want to emulate or encourage in your spell:

  • Adaptability
  • Orderliness
  • Getting in touch with your inner kitten (er, child)
  • Promoting restful sleep, or banishing insomnia
  • Healing
  • Protection (from evil spirits, disease, and anxiety and depression)
  • Encouraging curiosity
  • Longevity
  • Cleansing
  • Connecting with Spirit
  • Communicating with the dead
  • Helping the dead move on
  • Love Spells (Especially self love)
  • Femininity

There are many more aspects to cats in witchcraft. Whether you have a cat or use cat imagery, a witch is bound to find quite a bit of assistance from our feline overlords. If you are blessed enough to be owned by a cat, and wish to have the cat as a familiar, be sure to ask it first. Chances are, it will agree. Sometimes, it will simply decide to be your familiar anyway (like I said, Whitney never seems to miss a spell).

In Conclusion…

Cats are sacred. Both in the eyes of the ancients and in their own eyes. To be a witch working with a cat is a blessing and a joy, and there is so much that our feline masters can teach us about ourselves. When working magic, they are both inspiration and mentors.

As usual, my bestiary entries are meant to be a stepping point to help you in your own research. If you plan on making cats a central feature of your practice (as I’m sure that our kitties are intent on us doing), be sure to research and do some digging. Every tradition sees cats in a different way, and there is a lot of history that is shared between humans and cats.

And above all, treat all kitties as royalty. They are gods and goddesses in their own right, after all!

Blessed Be! )O(

*This article was brought to you in part by my four beloved furry masters: Whitney, Lilly, Barn, and Cody.

Post-its and Paperclips

Regina and Robin are coworkers trapped in their office on Christmas Eve due to a snow storm. When Roland is distraught over the lack of Christmas decorations in the office Regina decides that they’ll make their own Christmas out of office supplies. Done for the wonderful Outlaw Queen Advent Calendar. Cover image by the lovely @ninzied :D

The snow falls in thick flakes as he and Roland rush through the cold night, traipsing through the piles of snow on the sidewalk. Not even the salt that had been scattered over the walk doing much in the way of keeping it from accumulating. Robin scoops his boy up into his arms, smiling when his high pitch squeal of delight erupts from him. It’s Christmas Eve and he should not be at the office. He and Roland are supposed to be at home, snuggled up in the living room with a fire and their multicolored and extravagantly decorated Christmas tree, reading stories and sipping on warm cider before he puts Roland to bed so Santa can visit. He is not supposed to be fighting his way through a snow storm with his son for a work emergency.

But he’d gotten a call from Gold, his boss, an hour ago regarding some problem with their biggest account and the possibility of it falling through. Robin’s worked too hard on the project to take a chance of it blowing up. So here he is, son in tow. Hopefully he can sort things out relatively quick and they can be on their way.

“It’s dark, Daddy.” Roland comments once he’s swiped his key card for late night access into the building and they stop to shake the snow off themselves in the lobby.

“I know, my boy. But look,” Robin takes several steps further into the building and an overhead light immediately flickers on. “We just have to walk around some and they pop right on.” Roland’s delighted by the prospect, laughing as he takes off at a brisk trot down the hallway toward Robin’s office and giggling each time he makes one of the lights turn on.

Chuckling, Robin follows him. By the time he reaches their little cluster of offices Roland is already sitting in his desk chair. Spinning merrily. That’s when he notices the light on in her office. What is she doing here? He shouldn’t be surprised. The woman is a damn workaholic and a perfectionist to boot. But it is the night before Christmas after all and he would have thought today, of all days at least, she would have somewhere better to be. If it weren’t for this conference call he needs to make Robin certainly would not be here.

Leaving Roland to his own devices for a few more minutes he walks over to her office, stopping to lean casually against the jamb and taking her in. She’s hunched over some file, reading intently, tapping her fingers irritatedly as she always does in staff meetings. She’s dressed in her usual work attire, button down shirt and tight pencil skirt. The ones that drive Robin mad whether he likes to admit it to himself or not. But she’s kicked off her shoes, stocking clad feet bare, one of which is tucked underneath her thigh and for some odd reason he finds that minor detail to be incredibly endearing.

“Working rather late on a holiday, aren’t you?”

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Me and my friend chilling inside a blankets fort on our PJ’s at two AM. We’re both reading Mileven fanfiction and having absolute 0% interactions aside from time to time when we need to show each other this really good line. We’re eating ice cream from the same bowl and only high pitched squealing can be heard occasionally. I feel at peace with the universe.

Rolling Chairs

Jack would spin around in a rolling chair while david would give him the evil eye.

Spot and Race would glare at anybody spinning around in the rolling chairs.

Mush and Blink would annoy everyone as they spun around on the rolling chairs and let out high pitched squeals 

Our Son (Bucky x reader)

        srry if i’m rlly slow on getting to your requests, i’m constantly in the middle of writing 5 imagines at a time

   Word count:1000

     You were walking home alone from work one day, passing by the usual shops lining the street when something different caught you eye. A new pet shop, that had only opened a couple days before, had the cutest puppies at the window. You couldn’t help but let out a tiny high pitched squeal as you nearly got hit by a car, running towards the other side of the road.

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