can i take them both at home

Attention all artists that have a part time/full time job

Never feel bad or apologize for not doing as much art as your peers. 

You are very lucky to have a source of income you can count on.

Work can be tiring, if you are too tired to draw, then don’t draw.

You’ve worked a long shift, you come home and feel worn out. You want to draw, but you just can’t do it. DO NOT FEEL BAD ABOUT THAT. You’ve earned some rest, you can always draw another time.

Never apologize for taking longer to finish things because of your schedule.

If someone tells you “ I’m not gonna support/follow you because you don’t post as much as this artist”, ignore them. They obviously don’t support you in the first place.  

You are a great artist to balance both art and work. <3

So I have this head canon that keeps coming back to me that, after the war, Cassian and Jyn end up running a foster home on accident after taking in as many stray children as they can feed/house. Because both of them obviously have a soft spot for children who have lost everything.

Also, they are particularly good with teenagers with attitude. Because they understand that the attitude is just their way of protecting themselves from getting hurt again.

Also: Grandpa Baze and Grandpa Chirrut are there, along with Uncle Bodhi and Uncle Kay - who for the sake of his pride still feels the need to insist that he can’t be an uncle because he is not biologically related to Cassian (but everyone knows he likes it because his optical sensors flash very quickly whenever someone calls him that, as if he’s blinking away happy tears.) 

Voltron Positivity Week day 4 - Who’s your favorite character?

I honestly can’t choose between these two but i love them both so much

Lance is really relatable for me rn because I moved away from home bout a year ago so like seeing him miss home and the veradero beach resonates alot with me because I feel the same about my hometown and jensen beach (and my moms hugs sniffs) also I feel like if I met any of the paladins in real life I’d want to be his friend ;w;

I also love shiro because he’s the leader that takes care of his paladins and and is literally the sweetest man alive and he is pure and wonderful, and hes super cool and badass at the same time like when he first used his cool robot hand i died a lil inside, and I should really draw him more I love this beautiful man

You know what I want to see if Raven is introduced in Young Justice? I want to see her come into the cave after her powers malfunction. I want to see the team being very weary of her because her powers gave them a beating. I want to see M’gann read her mind and it to look somewhat how it did in the Teen Titans episode Nevermore. I want M’gann to realize that she and Raven are similar, they both ran away from their homes because they were different, they both can feel/read what others are thinking, but unlike M’gann, Raven doesn’t have any friends or family to help her. I want M’gann to take Raven under her wing and start to mentor her. I want M’gann and Raven to bond and through that bonding Garfield and Raven become friends and maybe something more. I want M’gann to start to build a family of her own through Conner, Garfield, and Raven and for them all to be happy.

Take Me With You

“I’m home.”

The door of their shared apartment clicks a soft thud as eager footsteps hurry themselves towards Chuuya. Before he can even respond with a “welcome home”, Dazai’s hand had already sneaked around his petite waist. His free hand grabs the redhead’s hair lightly, facing and luring him closer until both of them are staring eye to eye. His bandaged eye, although not seen, gazes intently at Chuuya’s blue locks, before leaning in to a tender kiss.

No words or whatsoever, just one Dazai and a Chuuya completely losing sense of everything outside their display of affection. The redhead’s hands creep behind his partner, playing with the hem of his shirt as his coat is now disregarded somewhere on the floor. Dazai’s hands move to cup the latter’s cheeks, steadying his face before nibbling his lips in way of asking entrance. Chuuya concedes, parts his lips a little, enough for Dazai’s tongue to explore the insides of his mouth, tasting like expensive wine and himself.

It has been six months and neither Chuuya nor Dazai knows how they fell into this some kind of pattern. Sure, they still fight and taunt each other like always, but right now, they’re obviously clueless of where they’re standing at all. Are they rivals? No. Rivals might be at each other’s throats, but not literally. Rivals don’t scream each other’s name at pleasure too, nor cuddle against one another when they have a room of their own. Certainly, they’re something else. Lovers? Well sort of. Although it wasn’t said verbally, both of them has this kind of understanding.

Chuuya tips his head back slightly once Dazai breaks the kiss to fill his lungs with air. His eyes is closed, yet he feels as if he sees Dazai panting to catch his breath, Dazai, only Dazai, not anyone else. Everything about Dazai is alluring and maybe with every second he spends with him, he falls in love more and more with the bandaged freak; but that’s something he won’t dare admit even in the afterlife.

When the brunette’s no longer deprived of oxygen, he places soft kisses on Chuuya’s neck, licking under the strap of his black choker. He bites the point where the shoulder meets the neck, marking him in a delicate bury of teeth. He trails kisses then, from his collarbone to his jaw and up to his chapped lips once more. The kiss is slow and gentle, unlike other kisses they’d shared during heated courses and intimate displays. Lips meet lips in a familiar rhythm, their tongue dances along with every sway of Dazai’s bangs tickling the tip of his nose. Just chaste, too pure and too innocent that it’s almost hard to believe the brunette initiated it.

Chuuya’s hands run themselves higher, drawing nonsensical patters on the other’s back. The way his partner brushes his fingers past his skin is far too arousing that Dazai feels himself weighing on the redhead more and more. Chuuya’s legs go weak against the executive’s intoxicating lips and Dazai takes the opportunity to lean him against the floor. Every touch feels more like whispers of promised forever rather than simple drive of lust. More like silent confessions rather than harsh eagerness. And it’s more like their home. This feels like they’re home. Beside each other.

Dazai belonging to him.

Dazai kissing him.

Dazai wanting him.

When they break off the kiss, Chuuya opens his eyes only to see the other staring deepy, as if trying to look right through him. His right eye might be bandaged but Chuuya still feels the same intensity, and is that sadness he sees on the other’s locks? His face shows no emotion, but it’s Dazai. And Chuuya knows him more than he knows himself. Dazai breaks into a soft smile, one that screams fake if you ask the redhead.

“Is anything wrong?” He asks, dusting off his coat. Dazai moves to stand up from his previous position. Chuuya follows, curling his legs before doing the same. The other speaks no word as he spreads himself on the couch. There’s darkness in his eyes, akin to something he’s seen when Dazai went home drunk and crying one night after Mori summoned him. That moment is still as vivid as ever, and Chuuya remembers cuddling beside him all night preventing him to break apart. The same night he soothed him to sleep as he promised he’s there and he’s never gonna leave him alone, no matter how much he hates his guts. Maybe that’s when Dazai first admitted he’s in love with Chuuya.

He has never seen that sight again, until now.

Dazai looks…so sad. He looks like a human for the first time in years. Something breaks inside the shorter man. Does he really know Dazai as much as he think he does?

The executive flings open his arms wide, pulling Chuuya to sit down on his lap. He buries his head on orange strands, nuzzling his nose in comfort. Chuuya feels so safe. The silence continues for ages, cold wind blowing their bodies yet the arms wrapped around his torso is enough to counter the chill. “Odasaku’s gone.“ He offers no explanation, just simply closes his eyes and lets his chest fall on a steady rhythm. Chuuya heaves a sigh and kisses his temple softly.

He releases himself from Dazai’s grasp and goes directly to their kitchen. He makes coffee then, not too bitter as per Dazai’s taste. He walks back to the executive with a cup of coffee in his hand, only to see him making his way towards the redhead’s bedroom. A forlorn expression on his face. If this is any other day, he would’ve thought that bastard has his own room, why does he keep sleeping at his? but today is not just an ordinary day. He has to be by Dazai’s side, has to remind him that’s he’s always there, and no—he’s not going to leave. He has to, because even if he has a choice, he’d still choose him over anything else. Dazai is still a bastard though.

Even so, Chuuya opens the door and finds Dazai sprawled against the bedsheet. He smiles again, fake, so fake that he wants to punch off that shitty look on his face. Nevertheless, he places the cup on their table, joining Dazai on his own comfortable bed.

He snuggles closer to his partner, breathing against his chest in perfect harmony. Not wasting any moment, Dazai quickly girdles his arm around his partner. Removing his unfashionable hat—in accordance to him of course—with another hand, he showers his lean chest with soft kisses up to his neck. Chuuya’s hands are moving around his body and it takes everything in Dazai not to devour him right there and then.

No, he can’t. This will be the last time, he tells himself.

“I love you.” The brunette breathes out. He brushes Chuuya’s hair to the side and fully kisses him. Their lips fit each other so much, first thing they noticed when the redhead used corruption for the third time and Dazai used his mouth to nullify said ability. Since then, they just knew they belong to one another. No labels on their relationship or whatsoever, just the two of them loving each other inhumanly possible.

“I love y—”

“No, Chuuya. You don’t understand. I love you so much it’s making me crazy. I’ve never felt this way to anyone before and I doubt I ever will besides you. You’re the only person I and will ever love, Nakahara Chuuya. I can never love someone the way I love you and I–I’m so glad you’re mine. I’ll live and die for you.”

Tears stream down against the redhead’s face. Something he doesn’t notice at first drop and even the second, third, fourth, up to the last. Because right now, all he hears is Dazai. All he sees is Dazai. All he tastes is Dazai. All he feels is Dazai.

All he knows is Dazai.

Just the two of them sharing warmth under the white blanket, shielding them away from the cold the night brings.

“I’ll always love you.” Dazai ends with his lips on Chuuya’s forehead. A promise.

Chuuya tucks his head under his partner’s chin, smelling the faint yet unique scent of Dazai. He ignores the fact that although Dazai expresses his feelings a lot better than he can, he’s not the type to blabber all those things to him without any reason. Maybe it has something to do with Oda’s death? He doesn’t know. But what matters now is Dazai loves him and he loves him as much as well. There’s still wedding of their own to look forward to, so his vows can wait a little. He’ll tell Dazai how much he loves him; and together, they’ll spend forever in each other’s arms.

One day, Nakahara Chuuya will no longer be Nakahara. Something, he knows he won’t ever regret.

So in silent hum of the night and the monlight illuminating their figures, Chuuya succumbs to slumber.

Dazai Osamu leaves the Port Mafia an hour later, forsaking all his promises he knew he would break the moment he made them and a sleeping Chuuya—unaware of the missing warmth beside him.

Joining the Armed Detective Agency from a faraway country, Dazai supposes he has a good life now—away from scent and taste of iron, or tantalizing grins imprinted on his ex-mentor’s face. Away from screams of torture, from his subordinates fully consumed in darkness and maniacal laugh of suffering. Away from his weakness, a man in form of short 160 centimeters and blue eyes.

He’s learned to live a normal life, life in the side of light as per Odasaku’s last words were. The side that saves people, he remembers. It might not make a difference but at least, he’s not standing on corpses or crimson red anymore. Instead, he’s gifted with everyday smiles from people he has helped, oblivious of the number he killed back in the Port Mafia. He still hasn’t found a reason to live, so he searches and searches, even if it might sound impossible to the likes of him.

Well, he found it a long time ago, but he let it go, thinking that reason was too much and was undeserving of him.

And now, listening to Kunikida’s same old sermons brings a yawn out of him. Kunikida Doppo, his new partner, is reciting his weekly report in front—words echoing on the four corners of the room though they don’t reach him. Tormenting him is way more fun than listening to his blabberings after all. It’s too boring, Kunikida’s words are boring. The only thing interesting in this place is how he can make fun of them all he wants and get away with it just fine. No thrill, but at least, he’s found some people to protect and is following Oda’s words. This is enough, right?

This is his new home.

A home where people accepted him regardingless of his past, when there’s a lot of reasons not to.

Yet during times of sunsets and tranquil nights, he still finds himself cold and snuggling closer to his pillow, before getting disappointed that none of the things he has can fill his chest with warmth. In times, he even finds himself crying, and lips aching for one’s mouth that he used to know so much. A little more than usual, he holds his phone to his ear, desiring to dial his digits just to hear his voice one last time. He can’t though.

How are you, Chuuya?

I bet you’ve already moved on.

Well, Dazai can’t blame him. Surely, the shorter man loathes him so much now. Who wouldn’t though? When he just said all those cheesy lines only to leave first thing in the morning. As if Chuuya didn’t matter to him. As if he’s nothing but a toy he had fun playing with. As if they never happened at the first place. After all, those are the most logical conclusion, right? It isn’t surprising that the redhead will think of his love as nothing more than pretend. That Nakahara Chuuya is nothing more than a pawn to Dazai Osamu.

Which he isn’t. Because he is so much more. Because he loves Chuuya more than anyone else. Because Chuuya is his weakness and strength at the same time. Because Chuuya is his life. His reason to live.

Mori-sensei had already gotten rid of Odasaku, knowing full well that Dazai Osamu, in fact, treats the guy as his closest friend. In plan of driving him out of the Mafia, his former boss sets everything up, to which Dazai doesn’t notice until it’s too late. Then what about Chuuya? He might be powerful but what will Mori do to him if he learns that Dazai, of all people, holds some romantic feelings for the redhead? He’ll use him of course, which is why he left before that can even happen.

He doesn’t mind getting hurt, but Chuuya, he won’t let anyone hurt Chuuya. So the most conventional way of doing so, is leaving. After all, he can’t let Chuuya get hurt because of his love. He can’t let Chuuya suffer because of his existence.

He let him go, but it’s alright.

It hurts but he’ll be alright.

It’s not alright, but it will be.

It has been four years after all.

He wants to hear his voice so much, wants to feel him again so badly—and ask if they can try again when eveything’s over. When Mori’s gone and no hindrance can ever stop them from falling in love with each other. When the time comes that the both of them can finally be happy and whisper soothing worlds to lull the other to sleep—wrapped in his own body of bandages and scars—he’ll promise to never leave again. A promise he won’t break anymore. It’s not possible, but he’ll wait.

“Oi, are you listening?” Kunikida’s voice breaks his train of thoughts. He’d forgotten that he is, in fact, in a meeting with all staffs of his new found home, tackling about some important matter that everyone needs to hear. It completely slipped his mind though, as images of a certain redhead lingers around his mind a while ago.

The blonde glares daggers at him, even Fukuzawa is looking at him with hint of disapproval. He’s in trouble now but he can get away with it, of course. He flashes his most charming smile and says, “But this is sooooo boring, Kunikida-kun. Just like you.” He adds with faint mockery.

“Why you—“

“Enough now.” The president of the armed detective agency dismisses them with a raise of his hand. Kunikida scowls before continuing his report. Everyone sighs then, returning to listen at the blonde’s words after thanking Dazai for a few seconds off. The brunette just let himself fall to his chair, another sound which irks the blonde more than ever. Though, with the threatening eyes of Fukuzawa-san glaring at the both of them, Kunikida knew when to shut up.

“Dazai.” Edogawa Ranpo calls him from behind. The great detective flashes him a grin, something which screams warning at first glance; but Dazai is unfazed. The shorter man sheers his glass bottle—some toy he finds amusing, to Dazai’s confusion—before staring at him when the words fall off his mouth. “Call him.”

Which is why after their supposed meeting, Dazai hurries back to his apartment; a dead and plain cold house, with no redhead around to pepper him with light kisses and hungry ones. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and lies at the king-sized bed, too wide for him alone. He has never looked at anyone since Chuuya, after all.

Considering he has never said anything about the redhead at anyone in the agency, Dazai supposes Ranpo figured out what was bothering the brunette on his own. Well, they may or may not have noticed his usual spacing out whenever the words short, blue, hat and wine are mentioned. Or how he’s never interested at anyone flinging themselves onto him, politely declining them by saying he has someone waiting for him at his home—a lie, obviously. Or maybe it’s just too damn apparent that he longs for someone not with him anymore, someone he shouldn’t be missing when he’s the one who threw their love and partnership away.

Someone he left alone in the darkness to bathe himself in light.

He flips his phone open and types his number, now strange to the way his fingers press the screen ever so lightly in a familiar pattern. He hears three rings and almost hangs up, when a voice, his voice, blooms through the confines of his room. Dazai notices the light shake of his hands.

Disappointingly, it sounds like a voice message—but Dazai’s silently grateful for he doesn’t know what to say at all. Should he start with “Hey it’s me, Dazai.” and follow with “I’m the traitor, do you still remember me?” Well, of course someone with a brain wouldn’t say that, but he still finds himself chuckling at his own humour.

The person on the end of the line speaks. “Hello, this is Nakahara Chuuya. I’m out on a mission right now so I can’t get to you.“ His voice resounds against his room. “I’ll be gone for a few days but I’ll call back when I return on Thursday. If this is Akutagawa, fuck off don’t go into my room and mess with my things again. The last time you did, you fucking left the door open you asshole.”

Dazai cracks into a soft a laughter. Seems like his subordinate adapted one of his everyday habits, a deed he used to do a lot back then. The brunette’s lips curve a little, it’s touching how Akutagawa and Chuuya have gotten closer during the four years he’s gone. Not that he blames them though. Maybe a lot of things had already changed. Such a shame he wasn’t there to see them grow.

“If this is Tachihara, for the last time I’m on a mission! I’m not in some kind of bar again drinking my ass off those heavenly liquors. Damn it! Mori-san sent me here, don’t fucking insist I’m just trying to get myself drunk. If this is Elise, sorry I can’t play with you right now, but when I get home I will. Well if this Kouyou-nee-san, sorry for not telling you I’m leaving for a few days. I didn’t get the chance to talk to you yesterday, but I’ll be back. If this is anybody else, wait for the tone and leave a message. I’ll call you back.” Chuuya says, in a way Dazai’s so familiar of.

So fond of.

Nakahara Chuuya sounds better without him, so who is he to ruin him all over again?

But that doesn’t stop him from missing his touch though.

Just as he’s about to hang up, the voice sounds once more after mere seconds of silence. Dazai almost drops his phone. Almost. “P.S. If this you bastard Mackerel, I still love you.” And he hears the beep.

The brunette doesn’t notice himself crying. Doesn’t notice the phone slipping away from his hold to the hard floor beneath him. Doesn’t feel his legs anymore and doesn’t see anything at all due to his blurry vision. The bandages around his torso are all wet now, tears drenching every part of it. He feels himself shaking wildly, clawing his fist enough to draw blood.

I still love you.

How can Chuuya hang onto him for so long?

Even after four years?

Dazai shakes his head roughly. No, no this can’t be. He can’t go back. He can’t hurt Chuuya again. Chuuya’s fine, Chuuya’s a lot better. And maybe just one more month will help him get rid of his feelings for Dazai. Chuuya should hate him, should curse his existence for leaving him without saying anything. He doesn’t deserve Chuuya, the redhead’s far too good for him.

He can’t break him again. He knows better.

So with that thought, he falls asleep. Cold and alone in the darkness of his room. The words I still love you followed by his own please stop loving me still ringing in his ears.

Four months later, he tries again.

It’s more of a gravitational pull rather than rational thinking. Or is there even rational thinking on the first place? He’s not so sure anymore. Dazai doesn’t give a damn and all he knows is that he yearns for someone else’s voice and it might be a bad idea but he’ll try anyway. He might break again and lose focus on his work just like what happened months ago, when he first called the redhead, but it’s okay. This time, it’s for goodbye. He doesn’t call to bring anything or anyone back, just a closure. Just for one last time. For the sake of his stammering heart, too stubborn to let go.

Four years and four months, surely he would have forgotten about him, right?

He doesn’t know what he’d say, but it takes five seconds when the other end of the line picks up. “Hello, this is Nakahara Chuuya.” The other starts.

Another voice message.

“Mori-san summoned me and I think he’s giving me another mission so I can’t talk with you right now. However, I’m certainly going to be back at Sunday so I’ll just call you then. If this is Q, damn it stop breaking into my room! My hats are not fucking toys, you got me? They’re my collection! Collection! And no, my wine isn’t bitter milk either. If this is Higuchi, stop pestering me into helping you with Akutagawa, that guy has no heart to begin with. Just give up.” Chuuya says as a matter of a fact.

I hope you’d given up on me too. Dazai wishes he can respond.

“If this is Kouyou-nee-san, sorry for not telling you again! Mori-san was in a bad mood earlier so I had to go immediately. I’ll drop by and talk to you next time, I promise! If this is anyone else, wait for the beep and leave a message. I’ll call you back.”

There is soft silence, until, “P.S. If this is you bastard Mackerel, I still love you.”

The tone sounds and Dazai recites his own number.

All things he’d said about closure and other damn lies he can’t keep up with anymore now off from his system. Now, all he thinks of is Chuuya, his orange hair and blue locks; and the way his name rolls off his tongue as if they’re meant to be.

Chuuya still loves him and he loves Chuuya more than ever. So what’s stopping them? Mori? No. It was never Mori. His cowardy is to blame. If he truly loves Chuuya, he’ll fight for him. He’ll save him. They’ll escape together and be happy in confines of their own affection. Because if he truly loves Chuuya, he’ll come back. And that’s why this time, he’s not going to let him go again.

To hell with being meant to be or not! Whatever happens, not even fate can drive him to give up on the redhead again. If Chuuya has waited this long, who is he to refuse? This time, he’ll make sure it will work out. He’ll give Chuuya the love he deserves. He’ll make him happy and make sure he pays for the four years the brunette had hurt him.

So Dazai smiles, a real one, waiting for Sunday to come.

Saturday night and Dazai doesn’t expect his phone to start blinking and vibrating, rummaging under his pillow at such an ungodly hour. 2:30 AM, he checks, as he rubs his eyes sleepily at the noisy piece of trash below him. He grips the small piece of device and flips it open, surprised at the words twinkling and maybe even mocking him at his groggy state. Chuuya’s name flashes at the screen.

Dazai’s heart skips a beat.

No more than a second later, he slides over the accept button.

“You bastard is this fucking you?! How dar—“ No doubt it is Chuuya. Same old angry Chuuya.

“Chuuya. Listen first I’m—“

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!” The other breaks into sobs, resounding clearly at the end of the line. The sounds claw Dazai’s heart more than ever. It hurts, hurts him more than anything, hurts that he’s the reason the man he loves is breaking apart, hurts that no matter how much he wants to, he cannot be there to comfort him and tell him everything’s going to be okay.

It hurts that he cannot kiss his pain away.

“Chuuya, I’m sorry for leaving. I’m sorry for everything, really.”

“You’re not.” There is agitation on Chuuya’s voice and the brunette feels himself sinking down the Earth. He hates himself, hates himself for leaving, hates himself for making Chuuya suffer, hates himself for not telling the other to move on before disappearing to shadows.

Hates that Chuuya never unloved him, when he thought he would.

“If I had my way,” A hiccup. “I would’ve gotten over you.” Dazai notes the desperation on his voice. His phone is threatening to slip from his hold, but the little strength he has left is preventing the piece of technology from hitting the tiled floor. Dazai Osamu is crying, he’s crying that even after four years, he still misses Chuuya, no one but Chuuya.

He’s crying, realizing how much of a horrible person he is to hurt the only one who would never think of hurting him, the same way he did.

And that’s when he realizes, there’s still some human in him.

“Chuuya.” He whispers ever so softly. His lips are quivering in agony. He feels so empty, so hollow, so incomplete, without his partner by his side. It’s been four years but Chuuya’s name still hurts the same as it rolls off his mouth. Too familiar, as if he hadn’t avoided saying the other’s name since the night he left him.

“Please come back, Dazai. I want to go home.” Chuuya’s voice sounds so fragile.

Because Dazai is his home.

Because no house can ever give him the warmth he dreads, If Dazai is not inside.

Because a home is being wrapped in Dazai’s embrace.

Because home is wherever Dazai is.

A small smile plays on the detective’s mouth. Tears stream down his face in queue, happy—joyful even, to hear those words coming out from the man he loves more than anything. Maybe it’s time to go home. Maybe four years is enough already and the time has come for them to reunite. Maybe they weren’t even meant to stand on different sides. Just beside each other, partners. Always beside each other.

For twenty-two years, Dazai had never been wrong, not even once— but he realizes, the day he left Chuuya was the first time he had ever been.

The first mistake he’s ever done.

“Just so you know, bastard. I’ve tried going out with other people, but you just have to mess me up every time. Do you plan on making me alone for the rest my life?” The redhead’s words cut his thoughts.

“Same here, my cute little hat rack. You know I can never love anyone, if they’re not you.”

Chuuya curses, throws profanities at him while tears are still obviously escaping his eyes. His muffled voice just confirms Dazai’s suspicion and he wants nothing more than to hug his redhead and make love with him again. Only to show the other how much his love never changed after all those years.

“I’ll be home.” Dazai promises, and he’s never been this happy during those four years the redhead wasn’t by his side. “And P.S. I still love you too.” The former executive grins, maybe teasing Chuuya a little—but he’s too goddamn emotional right now to even retort in mockery.

Because Chuuya, for the first time in years, learns that when Dazai says he’ll be home, he will be.

“I’ll wait for you.” A promise.

Promises they will never break again.

Help for two Kitties needed

so my dear friend Jam is in the process of getting out of an abusive home and has run into a stumbling block looking for a safe place for their cats.

here’s some more info from them:

Looking for a (temporary) home for 2 cats, preferable together, as they are bonded, and will be much happier near each other. Hopefully to someone who would be willing to give them back, but if that’s impossible, at least to someone who will take both, and can handle a anxious kitty.  

I’m planning to move late january/early febuary, and while I can’t currently take my cats with me, I am hopeful in the future that I will be able to come back and get them.  If this is impossible, at least kind of keep me posted as to how they’re doing, and if at some point you need to get rid of them, please let me know!

Nervy is a bit of a special bundle, and can be anxious-aggressive, however she’s not actually mean, just…very nervous. Once she gets used to you, she’s one of the most loyal kitties in the world, you just have to be prepared for the first bit, where she hides a lot, makes feints at your ankles if you accidentally corner her, and may try to take over/guard a room. She has become significantly less aggressive when scared since getting fixed, however I have not seen her around new people since then. If you are prepared for this kind of initial behavior and to be empathetic that’s she’s just really scared, please contact me!

Quark is a much more relaxed kitty, and very playful. He’s initially shy, but once he gets over it, he’ll want to spend time around you, and will attempt to get you to throw his toys for him to fetch.  Very energetic. 

I’m in the houston, texas area, and planning to move to california, so if you’re in either of these states, that makes it that much easier!

if you think you can help please contact them @nuclearvampire

The signs and who I think they'd be cute with
  • Leo and Virgo: alright listen, I think that they'd be super cute, like they'd really even each other out. Virgo would bring stability and always be their to reassure the paranoid Leo, Leo would help bring the gentle Virgo out of their shell and I can just imagine them trying so many new things because of each other.
  • Libra and Pisces: I think these signs share a lot of aspects but also compliment each other, they're both massive feelers and would bond over their compassion for others. Libras are excellent communicators and that's what the Pisces needs, some one who they can have fun with but also some one they can connect with.
  • Scorpio and Taurus: Scorpios are confusing and great at masking their emotions, they really protect their heart. They would match great with the straight forward patient Taurus who would take the time to court the other and get to know them. Taurus will look for home in a relationship and deep down that's what a Scorpio wants.
  • Cancer and Aries: Their both so sensitive and passionate I love it, they're too of them most loving signs and I think their romance would just catch on fire. They'd have a good understanding of each other and Aries would be quick to defend the cancer and the cancer would be quick to talk them out of a fight.
  • Sagittarius and Capricorn: another opposites attract couple, the idealist and the leader. Both will help each other to grow as people and they will both find something so beautiful about the others 'flaws'
  • Aquarius and Gemini: Like minded, they're a pair of Rebels who when they put their minds to it can do anything. Truly a power couple, their long term goals and ideal lifestyles are generally the same. The no shit taking Aquarius will find the real Gemini.

anonymous asked:

Steve/Bucky fluff where both of them are fascinated with cooking so they buy each other a lot of cookbooks and try new dishes whenever they have the time. Steves favorite thing is to make a desert/roast/etc that takes a while in the oven and it smells + warms up their home. Bucky's favorite is stove top meals (stirfrys/soups/etc) where he and Steve can chop up vegatables and just chat with each other. They try and make homecooked meals at least 4 times a week, time permitting.

i’m yelling!!! they split days (alternating, steve’s is the sunday if they’re home, then they work from there) and no matter who’s cooking, they’re both in the kitchen

if it’s steve, he potters away at the stove with their vegetables and whatever sides he’s putting together and bucky will either help (not likely) or attach himself to steve from behind and make everything harder (very likely). it’s worth it for steve because he likes how warm bucky is and bucky always gives him these lil kisses on his neck, absent and sweet. distracting, but worth it

if it’s bucky’s day they’re both working, mainly because steve needs to be doing something with his hands otherwise he gets restless. so bucky has him chopping veges, or stirring things, or even sometimes steve’s working on a dessert while bucky makes dinner, and they’re always hip to hip and bumping each other lightly, or feeding each other bits of whatever’s safe to eat raw. steve’s always super domestic with a dish towel over his shoulder to wipe his hands on, bucky tends to just wipe his hands on steve’s ass because it’s funny to watch him splutter


Haven’t had a chance to post about this, but I came home from being on vacation with Mister, to Daddy picking me up from the airport and taking me directly to Chanel and getting me a little something to show how much he missed me while I was away!

😂 I sometimes can’t believe my life! I’ve set my standards high and both these men have jumped through every single obstacle I’ve placed in front of them to be a part of my life. Gosh, I really am a lucky girl! 💖

One, Two, Three.

One second is all it takes for the gap between them to close, their fingers intertwining as they move closer to each other. They’re both in their own little world here, where nothing can get between them. The sound of rain falling outside is the only audible sound as they stand in the silence, simply staring at each other. He lets his eyes slowly drift over the other man’s face,  mentally complementing each and every part of him. He sees this face everyday, but he swears it only gets more beautiful with time.

Two lips press against his own, and his body instantly feels lighter. The kiss is soft and slow, and he can feel the ends of his lips curling up into a smile because of it. He lets his hands untangle from the other man’s, before lifting them up and cupping the other’s cheeks with them. Despite the cold weather outside, his skin is warm to the touch, and the heat manages to find its way into his heart. Their lips part after what feels like an eternity, but he lets his hands remain on the other’s cheeks, slowly using his thumb to stroke the skin beneath it.

Three words are all that are needed, and before he knows it, he’s pulled into another kiss. He feels arms wrap around his body, a loose yet loving hold as their bodies come into contact. Time slows down, and if he could, he’d gladly freeze this moment in time. He’s already said it out loud, but the words repeat inside his head like a mantra.

I love you.

i can’t get over the kiss at the beginning of the clip. like it’s so chill and says “hi i’m home and i am so happy to see you”. but what really gets me is the way that they kiss and then both just fall backwards onto the bed, as if that’s their usual greeting, something they’ve done many times before. like it’s so natural to them to just kiss and fall into bed together, just wanting to be soft and close.

when calliope and roxy start dating roxy takes her out to every single restaurant she can because calliopes never had any real food besides candy and the like

the first time roxy orders literally everything on the menu and makes calliope taste a little of everything even the really weird troll dishes that neither of them can pronounce.

i also have a lot of feelings about calliope learning how to cook as an act of defiance against having been incapable of managing her own food her entire life and roxy being absolutely overwhelmed by someone being there to prepare food for her

Gajevy week, day 2, Longing

Word count: 614
Rating: T
Link to AO3
Summary: Levy goes to a job and leaves Gajeel alone on Valentine’s day…
A/N: Happy Gajevy week everyone!!

Gajeel’s mind was overflowing with ideas about the special day that was getting closer and closer. Valentine’s day happened to be around the time that he suggested that Levy should move in with him, so he really wanted to make it unforgettable for both of them. He was planning to take her to her favorite restaurant, and then to her favorite dance club. She loved dancing, and he was always mesmerized to watch her move like she did. He was certain that this day would be perfect, although the universe had other plans. It was the 10th of February, only five days after she had moved in with him, and she came home with subversive news.
“Oi shrimp, can I talk to you about this Tuesday? It’s Valentine’s day, so… Would you like to go out with me?” He had worn the shirt that she liked the most, just to make this proposal to her. This was important, since their common lives had just begun, that’s why he put a great effort into everything he did.
“Um, Gajeel… I wanted to talk to you about that… Well, the thing is that I’ve planned to go on a job with Jet and Droy, since I’ve neglected them a lot lately. Can we do it in a week that I’ll be back? Besides, Valentine’s day is simply a regular day, like every other.” The bomb that she dropped was too heavy for him to hear. Why would she leave him on that day, even if there was no special meaning in it? Jet and Droy always wanted to spend that specific day with her, there’s no doubt about that… His jealousy was taking over, although he was determined not to show it.
“Of course, we can have a raincheck.”
Levy left with her friends the next day, 11th of February, and the iron dragon slayer was all alone again. For the following days, he killed time by walking aimlessly around the house, drinking at the guild and watching happy couples pass by, while his girlfriend was two towns away with her friends. Even Sting and Rogue from Sabertooth came to visit, and then left to have some time alone at the beach. I cannot believe that she is spending this day with someone else… Even the thought of her being away from him, just when they had finally come close to each other, was unbearable.
~One week later…
“Gajeel, I’m home! Ah, I’m exhausted… I ended up doing all the work as usual, but I was glad to spend time with my friends like this-” her sentence was cut in the middle, when a certain dragon slayer heard her voice while taking a bath. He had no sense of restriction, so he just grabbed a towel and rushed to welcome her in an extremely warm and demonstrative way. She was shocked to see her boyfriend hugging her and clinging on her for such a long amount of time, with no clothes and his long, wet hair dripping all over the place.
“Gajeel, did you miss me that much? I was only gone for a week and the mission wasn’t even dangerous… Well, I guess I have to make it up to you, don’t I?” Her question caught him off guard, but his answer wasn’t needed at all. She started taking off her clothes and joined him into the shower, making him forget that she even left in the first place. His desire to see her had now been fulfilled after a whole week…
“Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t miss this for anything, shorty…”

anonymous asked:

i'm absolutely in love with your headcanons with Nanu and his s/o's child! but they were all ones with a slightly older kid, yeah? may i ask for some adorable headcanons with Nanu and how he is with his cute little baby toddler? c:

Aahh, sure thing!!

* He knows all the basics about taking care of a toddler but when it starts crying out of nowhere, he’s absolutely clueless on what it wants.

* It’s normal for their S/O to come home and see both Nanu and the baby sleeping together. They’ll let them sleep their while covering them both with blankets.

* He can be pretty protective of the baby. He won’t let anybody he doesn’t know well touch them and is always watchful when there’s pokemon around.

* When the baby called Nanu dad for the first time, S/O could swear that they saw Nanu about to tear up.


- “Calum our kid is 3, you cant let him/her wear your shirts”
-“Aw is mommy/daddy jealous”
- Calling eachother mom and dad (or dads) sometimes bc ur so used to hearing it
- “Your turn for the diaper”
- “It’s been my turn forever”
- “Don’t tell mom I let you eat this.”
- “Mommy, daddy can I sleep with you.”
- Both of you fangirling over your own kid because of how cute they are.
- School plays
- Calum spoiling them
- Taking them on tour but turning back home half way
- You child breaking gender roles in every way possible
- Family trips to grandma’s house
- Your child having a slight aussie accent
- Musically talented kids
- Adorable family
- I can fucking see him being SUCH a family guy honestly

anonymous asked:

Popular pairing in story = Good Fanfic (...What? If anything, shipping in fics, not all but quite a huge amount, are home to some of the worst writing I ever seen by fandoms. Especially when they're killing off characters, making them matchmakers, warping some to "evil" for competitional reasons, TAKING AWAY FROM THE STORY WHEN IT WASN'T EVEN THE FOCUS IN THE FIRST PLACE) It's nothing but a neon-headlight used to get attention. No, good writing does that and keeps people coming back for more.

Plus, who says that romantic interactions in fanfics are automatically more deep or meaningful than platonic ones? Both can be done well, and both can be done poorly.

Kabby squad, I really doubt Clarke is going to be made to choose between Marcus and Bellamy. It doesn’t really make sense to me for Roan to be like: we’re taking your home and oh, you can only have one of these two back, so pick! That doesn’t seem like something Roan would do tbh. Give us the Ark or we kill them both, that makes sense.

anonymous asked:

top 10 Kim Daily? I need Kim Daily in my life

Top 10 Kim Daily 2k15

1. Because that sun and that city is my kind of Namjoon aesthetic.

2. Because Namjoon dimples + B&W + hotel beds, I’m not okay.

3. Because this is either ‘I’m a drugged rapper’ look or ‘I gave up on how I look for college lectures 4 months ago’ and I love them both.

4. Because this is where you get lost under the city lights and Namjoon takes you on an adventure and you better believe you aren’t going home without a kiss goodbye.

5. Because beanies and black and Namjoon should get married now.


7. Because aesthetic game was stronger than Jimin’s vocals.

8. Because Namjoon + Miles Teller is heaven. Also, this song is my JAM.

9. Grey aesthetic aka. Namjoon why are you at a workhouse? aka Namjoon, can I get lost in your drawstrings? 

10. This, because smiling Namjoon in hotel hallways and those legs and I don’t know what’s the most distracting thing in this picture.

Bonus : PinkMon. Because every Namjoon post needs one. what? a post without pinkmon? lmao bitch you thought

anonymous asked:

Did Ryou and Mariku/Kek get their child the same way Marik and Bakura did?

I would say yes, cause that’s the idea from the start…

But now that I think about it, I’m still debating with another idea. Like, what if Kek found an abandoned baby somewhere, and brought her home to Ryou. And Ryou’s like: We can’t just take babies as if they were lost puppies!

And Kek’s like: Mother took Odion as a child from a well, why can’t I?

(Another but silly idea: It is the gods that put that baby in the woods as Kek’s redemption-challenge (In secrecy of course). So, that at least could explain why their lost-and-found child looks like both of them)