someone on a private instagram account said that Harry had a big leather shoulder bag with him backstage yesterday that was partially unzipped, and inside there were knitting needles and a big ball of fuzzy blue yarn. When asked what he was knitting, he answered “grrrrr Cookie Monster grrrrr”
Look, I don’t know who sent me this - but I swear to God - this is the best thing I have EVER read. I really hope it’s true. Please identify yourself anon, privately if you wish….because I have never been happier than I was after reading this.
My little knitting boy. I love him so much it hurts.
May I present to you: Jensen “I Hate Cats” Ackles and Misha “My True Form Is an *Actual* Cat” Collins
So I’m reposting this image on my art blog because it’s buried on a blog I no longer use, and this image deserves to see the light of the sun again.
This was from Chicon 2015. There’s a pretty funny story that goes with it.
My friend and I came up with the idea to ask them to wear cat ears.
(Here I am, trying to push the blame off on her… let’s be real: this was MY idea.)
Anyway, we giggled at the thought of asking them to wear the cat ears and play with a ball of yarn because, I guess, we’re bad people? It was funny talking about it. It was funny planning it.
But then, when you’re standing in line holding two headbands with cat ears clipped to them and clutching a tangled ball of yarn and slowly approaching two of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen, it maybe doesn’t sound as funny anymore. Because you’re going to have to look these men, who you are suddenly TERRIFIED of, right in their BEAUTIFUL GODDAMN EYES and ask them to do something VERY silly.
My friend and I planned our strategy while waiting in line. Everyone says that the photo ops go SO FUCKING FAST. Well, they’re not lying. We knew we wouldn’t have a ton of time to explain what we wanted them to do. My friend asked me if we were actually going to do this. It wasn’t too late for us to take our own ears off and stash the pairs we brought for Jensen and Misha and just ask for hug instead. But no, I had bought those damn rainbow cat ears, and I had this image in my head, and I was all in at that point. We agreed that she would hold Jensen’s pair and go straight to him and explain, and I would hold Misha’s pair and the yarn, and do the same for him.
It was finally our turn. I made a beeline for Misha, holding out the ears in offering. His eyes zeroed in on the headband and he gave a bemused smile.
“CanyoupleaseputtheseonMishapleasethankyou!” I managed to squeak out. Misha smiled and took the headband and put it on, and the moment those ears touched his head he got this haughty little look on his face. His back arched just a little bit. I swear, in that moment, that man became a fucking cat. He somehow just casually embodied the collective universal feline energy, and it was instantaneous.
I glanced over at my friend, and she’d clearly asked Jensen the same thing, because he took the headband, and with the BIGGEST, MOST EXAGGERATED long-suffering sigh and a massive eye roll, he put the ears on his head. He looked fucking adorable. And grumpy. He literally WAS a grumpy cat.
We moved in to pose, and I remembered the yarn. I held it out at them, babbling something like, “Canyouguys, justlike, playwiththeyarntogetherTHANKYOUSO MUCHOHGODOHGODOHGOD”. Misha grabbed the yarn and held it out to Jensen, who gave another eye roll. I stepped back, unable to do anything other than SQEE internally. And then…click. It was done.
They took their headbands off and handed them back to us. Misha fussed with his hair. Jensen was actually smiling, but in a very sassy, y’all are weird and I don’t understand you and I think there is actually something wrong with you kind of way.
My friend and I thanked them profusely, and we started walking away, dazed and euphoric.
We must have gotten about five feet away when we both heard Jensen call out, “I FUCKING HATE CATS!” We looked over our shoulders, and Jensen and Misha cracking up was the last thing we saw as we were ushered out of the room.
So yeah. That’s the story of how Misha is apparently an avatar of sacred feline grace, and Jensen just really fucking hates cats.
And now this image exists.
You’re welcome, internet.
Also, I’ve recently started using this as a meme background for my “Quotes Without Context” on my meme page.
The quote that inspired me to use this image?
“I’d rather be watching the news with my cat.”
If anyone is interested in were I got the ears, they were purchased from PricelessCompanions on Etsy. They are awesome.
Then it’s quiet again, but as always this luxury doesn’t last more than a few minutes, because they’ve taken to a highway and there’s a long stretch of road ahead of them, and Harry starts talking again, “So are we g'na ignore how you were drooling over me?”
Y/N scoffs, affronted by the accusation that was 100% corrected, “Was not drooling over you, jesus, get your head out of your ass.” She grumps at him, “Not everyone on this planet gets wet at the sight of your biceps.”
She wishes it was ruffling him, but she can tell it isn’t. He merely grins sneakily and leans back into his seat, “Yeah, what ever you say, Pet.”
Y/N and Harry don’t really mesh well, until they do
Knitting/crocheting/sewing something and don’t have the energy to put intent and focus into every single stitch? Exhausting yourself after one row? ENCHANT YO KNITTING NEEDLES, OR YARN BALL, OR SPOOL OF THREAD.
Okay, so I just had the strangest family dinner ever.
Like, it kind of felt like “the talk”… except about cats?
I mean, we are in the middle of our meal, and she just suddenly
starts talking about the importance of cats getting spayed and
neutered, and how ally cats are just after one thing, and she even
suggested that I start carrying catnip on me just in case…
…like, what even mom? She wouldn’t let it go though, so I
promised to start carrying an “emergency ball of yarn” in my bag.
…I think she’s been watching too much Bob Barker again.
Secretly Yours, Marinette D.C.
Hmmm, I wonder if catnip works on Chat Noir…?
Okay so I came up with this great AU idea and I decided I'm gonna post it here so here you go
Imagine a charm necklace AU.
Everyone gets a charm necklace at birth with one charm on it. This charm being a small plate with the person’s birth date on it.
Throughout their lives, they find more charms scattered about in their daily life. One in their bookbag, another in the bottom of a cup of coffee, just showing up wherever they’ll find them.
Now imagine each charm representing a significant life event in the near future.
Some are obvious, like a coffin indicating that they will have a secondhand experience with death soon. Some are more cryptic and require more thought. The individual can decipher what each charm means for themselves, or they can just wait for destiny to take its course.
But what about soulmates, you may ask?
Soulmate charms are themed after whoever your soulmate is. For example, if your soulmate is passionate about cats, you might find a charm of a cat or a ball of yarn. Something along those lines.
Soulmate charms come in two varieties: platonic and romantic. Platonic soulmate charms have a diamond, romantic soulmate charms have a heart. Sometimes the charm will also have the soulmate’s favorite color in it, or maybe the first letter of their name.
When someone dies prematurely, their necklace breaks in half and scatters the charms. Old age deaths only occur after the necklace can only hold one more charm: a small plate with the person’s death date on it.
Feel free to add to this AU or use it in your art or writing if you want! I’d love to see what people do with it!
author’s note: i recieved many requests for a part two of memory found, so here is the next part. i got very carried away with this, it’s literally over 5k words. i got emotional at the end bc the music i was listening to. i am so in love with these two parts. also, one of the many authors i like on tumblr replied to the first part. so shoutout to @minhosmeanhoe(not my gifs)