can we keep him please

anonymous asked:

Can you please draw a cute kitty following Adrien everywhere? I thought this could be cute & funny because I reckon Adrien honestly wouldn't mind it ❤

(ANIMATED GIF)  Here you go, anon!  I hope you like this super quick little animation!  <3  Animation people, please don’t judge me, lolol

At home:

Adrien:  “PLEASE, Father, can we keep him?  I’ll take care of him myself!  Please, please, please?” 

Gabriel:  “We are not adopting some filthy stray.”

Adrien:  “But Father… I LOVE HIM! What would Mom say?”

Cue Adrien’s giant puppy dog/kitty cat eyes:

Originally posted by elizabitchgillies

Gabriel*internal screaming* He did NOT just use the Mom card on me.

Gabriel:  *pinches bridge of his nose*  “Very well.”

Adrien:  “THANK YOU, FATHER! THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!”  *Skips away merrily*

Gabriel*sigh*  FML

🌟old movies renamed🌟
  • <b> rear window: the boy who cried murder<p/><b>an american in paris:</b> i guess we should add some singing to all of these dance numbers<p/><b>the philadelphia story:</b> i want you back, i want you back🎵<p/><b>how to steal a million:</b> gullibility and sarcasm fall in love and steal a dinky statue<p/><b>cabaret:</b> drag and scandalous dances in WWII<p/><b>the sound of music:</b> where a kid can be a kid (and fucking sing like a normal child)<p/><b>bringing up baby:</b> can we keep him? please?<p/><b>seven brides for seven brothers:</b> abduction cause its romantic<p/><b>singing in the rain:</b> good morning🍊🎵there are 16 oranges in every tropicana pure premiu-<p/><b>it's a wonderful life:</b> a cute old man fixes jimmy stewart's many problems<p/><b>the shop around the corner:</b> we're better staying pen pals than actually dating<p/><b>breakfast at tiffany's:</b> she's lowkey a psycho but it's all about love and cats anyway<p/><b>roman holiday:</b> tomboy princess takes a day off and then has to face reality again<p/><b>star!:</b> gertie get your shit together<p/><b>my fair lady:</b> men are snobs and the english have a social system based on speech<p/><b>sabrina:</b> you got hurt and couldn't go on dates with me so i dated your brother instead<p/><b>thoroughly modern millie:</b> everyone is extra and there are white people who play asian people and horrible sex trafficking but it's okay because carol channing<p/><b>west side story:</b> why the fuck do you love him after he literally murdered your brother oh well he died so who cares anyway<p/><b>harvey:</b> polite and innocent man is a bit loopy so everyone tries to lock him up<p/><b>gone with the wind:</b> you don't love me?!?! but you gotta, i guess i'll marry all of the south to make you jealous<p/><b>casablanca:</b> paris and kids being looked at<p/><b>the african queen:</b> oh we almost died but we didn't so let's kiss and build a torpedo from scratch<p/><b>on golden pond:</b> where everyone won best actor/actress and 74 year old katharine hepburn did her own fucking stunts<p/><b>annie get your gun:</b> frank butler is a fucking selfish wienie<p/><b>lawrence of arabia:</b> nice, noble man goes crazy over the course of 4 hours<p/><b>the wizard of oz:</b> everything magical and good in the world is a hoax, kids<p/><b>cinderella:</b> cinderelly, cinderelly, we're woodland creatures providing comical pastime<p/><b>snow white:</b> practice makes perfect, disney, because this movie was on drugs<p/><b>sleeping beauty:</b> let's take a story about rape and make it for kids but then add unrealistic body types<p/><b>gold finger:</b> look it's the german villain from chitty chitty bang bang in a bond movie<p/><b>chitty chitty bang bang:</b> this movie was also on drugs but it's still great<p/><b>funny face:</b> audrey and fred in france<p/><b>🌟i love all these movies so much so don't get your panties in a wad it's a joke:</b> <p/></p>
GOT7 reacting to you bringing home a stray puppy w/o their permission

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Jaebum: At first, he looks disapproving, maybe even a bit angry. After a long moment of silence he says, “Couldn’t you at least get a cat?” while making a disgusted expression on his face. You end up naming the puppy “Kitty”.

Originally posted by etherealjackson

Mark: His face lights up when he sees the puppy. “Aww, he’s soo cute!! Can we keep him? Please??” When you reply “yes”, he smiles and gently picks up the puppy and starts playing with him.

Originally posted by iamlatinaandilovekpop

Jackson: As soon as he sees the puppy, he screams, “OMG I HAVE A TWIN NOW!” as he does his best puppy impression. He then picks up the puppy and starts stroking its fur.

Originally posted by got7everything

Jinyoung: At first he’s worried, asking lots of questions like “Where’d you get him?” “Is he okay?” “Why was he abandoned?”After he calms down and you assure him everything’s okay, he picks up the puppy and holds him next to your face. “Hmmm…yup, he’s definitely cuter,” teasing you. You roll your eyes and playfully shove him. He just laughs and you and sips from his water bottle.

Originally posted by jinyoung-all-the-way

Youngjae: He’s so excited for Coco to have a friend and his face lights up as soon as he sees the new puppy. A giant smile makes its way onto his face and he instantly starts to play with the puppy. “We can keep him, right?” he asks.

Originally posted by igot7-love

Bambam: He’s scared of the puppy at first, running from you when you say, “Look what I brought home!” It takes ten minutes for him to stop hiding so that you can explain where you got the puppy. He’s against keeping the puppy, but when he sees how much you love the puppy, he agrees to it.

Originally posted by younggjaebum

Yugyeom: He gasps when you enter the room carrying a puppy. His eyes widen and his face lights up. You ask, “Can we keep him?” Unsure of whether it’s allowed in the apartment building, he shrugs and says, “I don’t know…it’s up to know…” But on the inside, he’s super excited and really wants to keep the puppy. 

Originally posted by hoseokz

okay but there are two ways this is gonna happen? either they’re gonna decide together to adopt a dog and choose a dog together (a scene i would sell my grandmother for) OR one of them’s gonna find a poor little pooch in the rain and be like “c’mon, we can’t leave him out in the rain… can we keep him? please?” either way i’m dyin scoob

Assalaamu alaikum everyone. My father’s last remaining uncle just passed away in California. Inna lillahi wa Inna ilaihi raajiuun. May Allah grant him an easy entrance into Jannah, forgive him his sins, and grant him coolness in the grave. May he be amongst the beloved to Allah in Jannatul Firdaus and may his family and friends, including all of us, become stronger in our Deen so we can reunite with him in Jannah. Ameen! Please keep him in your Duas/prayers. Thank you and Jazakallahu khair guys.

Orphan one-shot series pt. 2

Here’s part 2, wherein Prompto finds a smart, yet traumatised, toddler during his time hunting in the darkness! This is all fluff btw- very little angst and soooo different to ‘Until I See You Again (Noctis)’! The response to Noct’s part was PHENOMENAL by the way- so thank you all for reading! And sorry for making ya’ll cry huhuhuhu! Enjoy this fluff as compensation :)

Can We Keep Him, Please? (Prompto):

You stare out of your small apartment’s window, worry lining your face as you wonder when your boyfriend will be back from his latest hunt. It’s been almost a week already, and even though you knew he was essentially on a search and rescue mission, you could not help but worry about his safety. Over the years, since Noctis had disappeared into the Crystal and darkness engulfed all the land, Prompto had become an adept warrior. Sure, his techniques were a little unorthodox, but Cor had approved of his battle-field mettle so you also trusted Prompto’s ability to protect himself as well.

You let out a troubled sigh and stare longingly out at the darkness. It has been four years since Noctis’ disappearance. The people of Eos were losing hope- whole families were being wiped out, their stories silenced for eternity. You were scared. You didn’t want anyone dear to you to die. But in a world such as this, it was inevitable. And so, you could only hope that your dearest Prompto would survive- at least until he got to see his best friend once again.

Lost deep in your thoughts, you leaned your head against the uncomfortably cool window. Your eyelids grew heavy and you let out another shaky sigh before your tiredness carried you off to a restless sleep. You fell asleep wishing for Prompto’s warm embrace to protect you from your inevitable nightmares.

You’re not sure how long you’d been asleep, but you’ve been roused by the sound of your front door opening. Familiar footfalls shuffle into the room and you hear the tiniest sniffles fill your silent apartment. You immediately bolt up from your place at the window, ignoring the painful crick in your neck, and make your way towards the front hallway to greet Prompto.

“Sunshine,” you call out tiredly, “is that you?”

“Yeah, y/n. I’m home.” Prompto calls back, though his tone does not hold its usual rambunctiousness. You raise an eyebrow and hasten your pace to meet Prompto in the hallway. As soon as your blond boyfriend in visible, you pause and double-take at the small boy standing beside Prompto, clutching onto your boyfriend’s hand like he was the only thing he had left in the world. The little boy stares up at you, his eyes clouded with tears, and he hiccupped adorably.

Immediately, you push your wariness away for the time being and kneel down so that you’re eye-level with the little boy.

“Hey there,” you speak in a hushed tone, “what’s your name?” you ask the impossibly fragile looking boy. You take in his matted auburn hair hanging over his small ears, and his shiny teal coloured eyes. The child is beautiful, but he seems incredibly broken. The boy’s pink lips part slowly to answer you.

“Cirrus,” his soft voice sounds like an angel’s voice, and you are absolutely in love with the small miracle grasping onto Prompto’s larger hand. “I’m three. I’m a big boy,” he continued, fresh tears streaming down his red cheeks. You can’t help but coo and breach the small distance between yourself and the boy. You gently wind your arms around his small figure and envelope him in a tender hug, in an attempt to soothe the poor darling’s tears. Prompto tries to withdraw from the two of you, tired from his travels and keen for a bath, but Cirrus whines and maintains a death grip on Prompto’s thumb.

Prompto sighs, a bright grin on his face despite his travel wariness. “Alright kiddo, I’m not going anywhere. I just need to get myself cleaned up. Then I’ll come back and we can get a bath started for you too!” Cirrus whines in protest and shakes his head. You card your fingers gently through the small boy’s messy hair and frown when you notice a wet substance in his locks. You pull your hand away from his hair and gasp loudly out of shock from the traces of blood on your palms.

“Prompto! Grab the first-aid kit! He’s bleeding!” You can’t help but panic as you pull yourself away from Cirrus and try to check the silently sobbing boy for any more hidden injuries. You barely notice when Prompto moves to kneel beside you and moves to pull Cirrus away from your panicked hold.

“Relax! That’s not his blood- I found him hiding underneath a rotting behemoth carcass. Kid’s pretty smart- even daemons know not to go anywhere near a behemoth. Lucky for us, daemons aren’t the brightest bulbs in the world, so they stayed clear of our little adventurer- isn’t that right?” Prompto cheers, although his voice is gentle and quiet. You can’t help but smile fondly as Cirrus nods quickly before burying his nose into Prompto’s chest- seeking his warmth and the safety the older male can surely afford him.

Prompto kneels on the ground with Cirrus in his arms for a few more minutes, and you soon notice a change in the boy’s breathing pattern. He’s no longer sniffling and holding in sobs. He’s now fast asleep, his breath moving in and out with the deed rise and fall of his tiny chest. Prompto smirks and you feel an overwhelming warmth engulf your chest as you watch your boyfriend press a lingering kiss on the top of the boy’s filthy head. Prompto’s sky-blue eyes meet your own gaze and you have the clarity of mind to throw him what you hoped was a stern look.

“We need to talk about this. But first, go clean him up with you. He might cry when you wake him, but it’s important he’s cleaned first. He could get sick from the chill caused by the damp blood…” You shiver as you speak about the young boy’s sorry state. To your relief, Prompto doesn’t protest- he simply shoots you a thankful smile and turns on his heel with Cirrus in his arms, absolutely ready to shoulder the responsibility of bathing the adorable, yet traumatised, three year old boy.

While the two boys in the house are cleaning up, you decide to make yourself useful and begin to prepare a simple dinner of rice, soup, and vegetable side dishes. That was all you had the energy to cook. You felt a little bad for Prompto and Cirrus, but you figure you can whip up something better the following day when you’re rested up well after spending a whole night cycle in your boyfriend’s protective embrace.

For the next half an hour while you cook, you hear giggles and shrieks emanating from the bathroom- both from Prompto and Cirrus. You shake your head and dish out appropriate portions of food for each of you and place the food on the small dining table. You then take your seat and idly take to reading a random book Gladio had left in the apartment after his last visit. Soon, Prompto and a much brighter looking Cirrus join you at the table. You immediately break into a sweet smile at the sight of Cirrus, and gesture towards his bowl of food.

“Hope you’re hungry sweetie, I made you something to eat!” Cirrus’ teal eyes widen before they crinkle into upside-down half-moons. He smiles brightly your way and it is then that you realise you are in love with this little boy. There was just something so pure about him… you already thought of him as yours. You glance at Prompto and tilt your head at his bowl of food with a soft smile lingering on your lips. “There you go, Prom. Dinner’s kind of simple tonight- sorry.” Prompto shakes his head and immediately spoons some of his food into his mouth. He hums in bliss and shoots you the universal ‘okay’ sign from across the table.

“This is perfect, y/n! Thanks- hey Cirry, dig in! It’s the best food in Lestallum!” You gasp in mild shock at Prompto’s bold statement as Cirrus carefully places a spoon of food into his small mouth.

“Don’t tell lies! Ignis is way better than me…” you trail off, letting your gaze settle on the little one’s movements as he devours his food with adorable concentration. He spills a few spoonfuls of food onto the placemat you set out, but overall he is a highly coordinated toddler. You can’t help but be impressed and proud of the boy. Noticing your gaze on him, Cirrus raises his spoon at you and squeals happily. You can’t help the way your heart flutters at how absolutely adorable the auburn haired boy is.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Prompto suddenly says after swallowing his food, “food tastes TOTALLY different when a girl cooks for you!” You roll your eyes at Prompto’s overly used line, but you can’t hide the tiny flush that makes its way up from your neck to your cheeks. Prompto is really too sweet to you sometimes. The three of you soon finish your dinner and Cirrus’ eyes start to fall shut at the table. Prompto immediately hurries over and takes the sweet boy into his protective arms and cradles him close, swaying to-and-fro. Your gaze softens and your heart absolutely melts at the sight- Prompto was SUCH a good father…

You pause your thoughts, eyes widening. Father? Where did that thought come from? If Prompto was Cirrus’ new father (you correctly assume that Cirrus is an orphan, otherwise Prompto would be in a LOT of trouble for kidnapping), wouldn’t this whole ‘situation’ make you Cirrus’ mother?

You feel a sense of peace wash over you as the thought of being Cirrus’ mother enters your mind. You envision living your life alongside Prompto- watching your son grow into a wonderful man… watching the first Dawn after the eternal darkness’ long plague of the lands…

You want to see the Dawn. You want to see it with both of them.

You catch Prompto’s eyes with your own gaze and he shoots you a lop-sided smile. He leans down to press another kiss to Cirrus’ cheek, and you can tell that Prompto’s absolutely smitten with fatherly affection for this boy.

“Hey, y/n?” Prompto asks you, in a hushed whisper. You nod quietly, maintaining direct eye-contact. Prompto flushes a light pink and he cuddles Cirrus closer to his well-muscled chest. “Can we keep him? Please?”

You nod immediately, stepping towards Prompto and Cirrus before taking the time to place kisses on both their cheeks as you joined their embrace. Standing there, holding each other together… you felt like a whole family. You felt warmth. You felt safe. You weren’t scared any more. You had something to be brave about now.

“He’s ours now. We’ll protect him. We’ll do it together.”


For: Anon

Imagine: Your boyfriend Eric not approving of you adopting a dog, but when he discovers that the dog dislikes any other guys coming near you he is completely thrilled. 

“Eric can we please keep him? Please?!” You beg your boyfriend. You had just come back from three days of patrolling the city, on the first day of your trip you had come across a big, stray Rottweiler. The dog seemed to instantly love you because for the rest of the trip he wouldn’t leave you alone, and over the course of the few days you had grown close to him as well. When it was time to come back you had brought him along with you, much to Eric’s disapproval.

“Y/N, I don’t want a dog running around the apartment,” he says.

“Come on Eric, please,” he turns back to the important file he was reading without responding to you. You feel like a small child throwing a tantrum, “please, please, please, please, please, ple-”

He cuts you off by slamming the file onto his desk, “if I say yes, will you shut up?!”


“Alright keep it, but if it rips any of my stuff, or takes a shit anywhere in the apartment, he’s out, agreed?”

“Okay!” You say, grinning like a maniac, “Wait, Eric I have one more question, what should we name him?”

“Fuck off,” he says, irritation clear in his voice.

“Fuck off? That’s not a really good name for a dog. It’s okay babe, I’ll think of something,” you know that you’re really pushing your luck but you love messing around with Eric. He simply rolls his eyes and walks away.

The next few days are spent with you trying to get Eric and your unnamed pet to be friends, the dog really likes Eric, but the feeling isn’t reciprocated. Every evening usually ends in Eric getting pissed off and going to bed without you, tonight wasn’t much different.

You wake up the next morning and decide to take your dog for a walk, you are suddenly stopped by Four, the poor guy just wanted to have a friendly conversation but your dog just would not stop barking at him, eventually Four just gave up and decided to back off.

Zeke, who had heard a little bit of your encounter with Four walks over, “Jeez Y/N, control your dog.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him but of course, your dog begins barking at Zeke as well. Zeke also decides that it would be best to just leave.

“Damn Y/N, maybe the dog isn’t so bad,” you turn to see Eric smirking.

“Yeah, the two of you seem to have a lot in common,” you say rolling your eyes once again.

Eric takes his leash and the two of you begin waking the dog together.

“You know, I thought of a name for him,” Eric says.


“Elek,” He says matter-of-factly.


“It means Defender in Hungarian,” Erudite habits die hard. He bends down to pat Elek on the head.

“I love it!” You say grinning.

A/N: Finally, more Eric! I missed writing about him!

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