one of my cats has figured out that if she hides under cars she can stealthily watch mice and catch them more easily. she’s also discovered that cars make good armour to hide under if other cats around. she’s using cars like big turtle shells
I learned that tonight because lately whenever she gets out she hides under cars and takes a LOT of coaxing and outsmarting to bring in.
I thought she was afraid of another cat that was staring her down. but I shooed it away and she still wouldn’t come out. I kept calling her name and trying to coax her out and then she trotted ahead and I followed her and picked her up just in time to stop her from pouncing on a fuzzy little mouse
I guess that solves the mystery of the dead mice my dad has been finding around our home and also why she won’t come in
I don’t want to coop her up inside but she is going to get hurt or worse if she keeps hiding under cars and i would really like it if she stopped killing things that aren’t toys
Can you do HCs for how Genji reacts to recieving anonymous notes from someone, cute lil doodles or sweet messages, and he discovers that they are from his crush? Bonus pnts if the notes started when he first joined OW and continued after the recall?
At first he thinks it’s a joke.
He’s still in rehab at that point, barely alive and not yet fully
put together. He’s missing his limbs, half his intestines are
replaced by clunky machinery until the doctor can make replacements. He’s in pain, alone and far away from home. They
won’t even let him look at himself in the mirror, but he knows
what he must look like.
So the first message, a small
figure giving him a thumbs up and underneath the words Hang in
there feels like cruel mockery. He balls it up into a fist and
throws it away.
Five minutes later he regrets it.
It’s the first kind thing someone has done for him since he came
here. Even the doctor, who assures him time and time again that
he’ll be fine is too overworked to offer anything more than
The messages keep coming. He
doesn’t know who they’re from, tells himself he doesn’t care.
With every day he ‘recovers’ he becomes less and less human. He
demands the doctor make him a mask to hide his scarred face. She
tells him it’s no way to cope and refuses. The engineer, Genji
doesn’t bother remembering their names, does what she won’t. The
day the mask is finished it comes with another doodle, this one of
him, wearing the mask and a cape. The Masked Avenger it says
and that, reassured that no one will see, makes him smile grimly.
Every time he’s sent on a
mission, a message hides between his gear, wishing him good luck,
urging him to come home safely. Everytime he returns, another
message tells him Welcome Back! The longer he’s gone, the
more exclamation marks there are.
It’s the only thing he can look
forward to during that time, because everyone else he pushes away.
That other Blackwatch boy tries to befriend him, he snarls at him
until he runs. The doctor tries to talk to him during his routine
check ups. He accuses her of stealing his humanity, everything that
made being alive worth it. To the old Crusader, the very same people
he used to read comics about as a child, he says that he will stay
until he has completed his task. And then? The old man asks and
Genji doesn’t answer.
That night the doodle on his
nightstand features a lot of people, some he recognises, some he
doesn’t, all hugging him. It’s the first one in a while he
throws away. He doesn’t need pity.
And then he meets you and
everything he tried to do, keep himself apart, complete the job, not
think about his own ugly body, shatters in the face of your
presence. A year ago he would have wasted no time getting to know
you. He has a dozen charming lines and cheeky jokes already on his
lips when he remembers what he is now. What his bastard of a brother
did to him.
Danse couldn’t help but stare at her hands. Her long fingers
wrapped around a battered screwdriver as she tinkered with her power armour, and
he couldn’t help but wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around certain parts
of him. Even though the thought was relatively tame compared to other ones he’d
been having lately, Danse could feel heat begin to crawl up his neck. For once
in his life, he was happy about the dirt covering his cheeks; no one would be
able to tell he was blushing.
gettin there bro. under armour, fuck yea. its a good start. maybe you should start thinkin about gettin there logo inked on you. somewhere you cant hide it, fucker, like right above your socks, on your calf maybe. or maybe the nape of your neck, right above the shirt line. UA for life bro, dumbass. now get back on eBay and keep lookin for more gear, gearhead.
So as the Anon said to post pics. This is my Electro style compression shirt. Because its compression it is meant to be skin tight. It’s like a second skin to make you train harder and keep you cool.
Does it look good though?