all over cats

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there are two types of dogs

She was so much closer than he’d realized, their faces inches apart, her expression wide and hesitant and vulnerable.

“My Lady,” he whispered. He was helpless in the ocean of blue that was her eyes; whatever had seemed so awful also seemed very far away. Nothing was dark or brutal or hopeless when they were this close, and he wasn’t the only one moving closer.


My vacations are oveerr so now It will take me more time to be able to post any finished pics, sadly D:. I have to paint a lot of new pieces for a college project ´v` BUT I will still have tons of doodles.

While my actual piece for State of Grace (by the awesome @dragonsinparis) is on the making (it won’t show up until at least next month thanks to all this stuff I gotta paint), get this quickie for one of the moments that broke me.
GO READ THAT THING AND SHATTER INTO TINY PIECES WITH ME. THIS FIC IS FLAWLES JUST GO i-i

Don’t forget…the void really cares about you…

The Void is shaped like a friend.

Yaaay, made this silly thing as a quick project because I had the sads™. Based off of @petite-pumpkin‘s drawing of a Gaster plush because I had to have one.

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You think you’re hot stuff just because you’re a Yonko’s right hand man...
but Luffy’s the man who’s gonna become pirate king! In other words...
his hunger is absolutely limitless! - Nami The Queen
Overly Analytical Problem #31

The quote “Curiosity killed the cat - But satisfaction brought it back” should be the analysts motto.

First, NT’s are cats. Seriously. No explanation nessesary.

Second, when we need to know something, we NEED to know it. It kills us to not know.

Third, the satisfaction of finally learning/figuring what we needed/wanted to know is reviving. There’s nothing like it.

Hence forth… “Curiosity killed the cat - But satisfied brought it back” is now our motto.

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sassy Slytherin!Yoongi🌵🐍

answering asks!

SOME GOOD QUESTIONS UNDER THE CUT!!! idk how many ppl read these but u def should if wanna kno more abt my goofy ocs >:^)

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Happy Belated Valentine’s Day with Cats

(yes super late I know, hence only minimal coloring… and no, this isn’t the Vday doujinshi I’m still working on Orz)

Headcanon

When Rick lays down it’s usually on his front, so sometimes Negan will take it upon himself to lay dirECTLY ON TOP OF HIM.

At first Rick HATES it and always tells him to ‘get the fuck OFF’ because it might not be by much, but Negan is bigger than him.

But Negan ignores him and keeps doing it any way till one day Rick realizes he no longer finds it annoying, but sweet. And Negan’s weight isn’t crushing so much as it’s kind of comforting, and dear god he’s lost his damn mind

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I wanted to show off Braxiatel’s new TARDIS collar and Seal of Rassilon tag, but he was having none of it. 

Typical secretive Brax. He also keeps a massive, unauthorized stash of toy mice under the couch in the living room, and I’ve definitely heard him refer to it as “my Collection.” 

Okay guys any suggestions on what to do against cats in my garden?

They shit everywhere, in my vegetable patches, under my roses, in front of the door (Toby likes to eat that so yey) and they ruin the furniture and plants.

During the day when the dogs are out they take care of keeping them away, but they’re not out all the time and the cats are probably out there during night…

My ideal dream would be to never have a cat set foot into my garden again, but I’d be happy to have them stop shit everywhere at least…

Patater Week - Day 4

Feb. 9 - Alternate Universe – Soulmate AU, 2.4K (everyone has their soulmate’s first thought about them on their skin – both still in NHL - coda of sorts to Dot Your Ts and Cross Your Is


“You’re in a good mood today,” Jack comments, as slides in next to Tater in the nook.

“Mhm,” Tater hums and chews his sandwich. “I find soulmate,” he says, like he’s commenting on the weather.

Snowy and Thirdy look up from their breakfast, and Marty nearly snorts out his cereal. Guy pats him on the back a little harder than necessary.

“You found your soulmate, Tater?” Poots asks carefully. “Like, the one who said ‘You’re tall and hot, I want to die,’ that soulmate?”

Almost everyone’s seen that particular marking in the locker room, and though no one actually voiced it, a large majority of the team had covered up their jealousy with chirps. Who doesn’t want a confidence booster like that as a soulmark? Tater simply nods, and Thirdy flies up, excited.

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anonymous asked:

SO I SAW A DIFFERENT ACCOUNT HAVE AN ANON MAKE THIS SUGGESTION BUT ID LOVE IT IF YOU COULD WRITE A SCENARIO WHERE MARINETTE AND ADRIAN AND HER FRIENDS ARE ALL PLAYING SCATTERGORIES AND THEY ROLL B AND THE CATEGORY IS NICKNAMES AND ADRIAN SHOUTS "bugaboo" AND ACCIDENTALLY REVEALS HIS IDENTITY TO MARINETTE THANK YOU BLESS YOUR SOUL

omgHAHAHAHA okay let’s whip up a quick thing and tag @geek-fashionista​​ @krzed​​ for their idea for the dorks’ reactions.


“Okay, so we each get one of these,” Nino said, handing Adrien an answer pad. “Here’s where we write down the answers to these categories over on this list here.”

Adrien nodded, determined green eyes examining his answer pad carefully as one would a legally binding contract. Goodness, but he was an enchanting mix of adorable and intense, and Marinette could barely keep herself from sighing.

This was a great idea. Alya was always full of great ideas, but this was one of her stellar ones as of late. Scattergories was not only a fun game, but it was one that helped people get to know each other better by finding out what kind of things were at the top of their head. And Marinette definitely 100% would like to know more about Adrien. 

“So, for example–” Nino was saying, but Marinette barely heard him. How many obscure color names would Adrien know? she wondered.

“–if we roll the die and get a ‘B’, all your answers have to start with a ‘B’–”

How about Adrien’s knowledge in pizza toppings? Is he even allowed to eat pizza as a model?

“So for the Nickname category you can put–”

What thing with spots would he think of first?

“Buginette!”

Marinette jolted out of her daydream, shoulders tensing and brain torn between Don’t call me Buginette! and oh my god I’ve been discovered– and wait, was that Adrien who–?! Across the table from her, Adrien’s smile was broad, and in his eyes was a mischievous sparkle that Marinette found foreign and familiar at the same time.

“What kind of a nickname is Buginette?” Alya snorted. Marinette was sure that was the only thing keeping everyone else from noticing her mini freakout that was edging its way out of “mini” holy–

“It’s a perfectly good nickname,” Adrien defended, looking almost offended, almost as if he used it on a regular basis but that couldn’t be right because who would Adrien call Buginette on a regular basis–

“A nickname for what, your pet butterfly?”

“Or ladybug,” Adrien muttered, effectively pouting by now and oh my god did he mean ladybug or Ladybug because those were two very different things and the difference was Very Very Important–

“C'mon, Alya,” Nino cut in, laughing a little, “cut him some slack, yeah? It’s his first time to play this game.”

“Okay, okay,” Alya conceded. “But for clarity and simplicity, let’s stick with nicknames typically used for people. So, for example if we rolled a ‘C’, the nickname could be–”

“Chaton.”

There was no taking back the name that slipped from her lips. Marinette could only watch, fascinated and mortified, as Adrien went rigid, his eyes blowing wide as his gaze jerked up to collide with hers.

“Marineeeette,” Alya all but whined. “That’s not a nickname for people.”

“It could be,” Marinette answered slowly, not looking away from the boy who was looking like his throat was tight from keeping a scream from escaping, "if he had magical cat ears.“