rude the cat

I came out to have a good time and I am honestly feeling so attacked right now. 

I did not need my game calling me out for my, up until this hunt, almost entirely Ignis exclusive tech habits

homingpidgeon  asked:

the one I remember most was Yellowfang who was one of those flat-faced-longish-furred cats and I think she was missing a tooth? and also she was a like smokey gray color which as a child was a very shocking revelation (I was picturing something more yellow)

I have heard a bit about yellowfang before!! She seems like a lovely lady here she is!

Eighteen

Summary: Bucky knows he needs to get over his fear of trains, yet he has been unable to step foot inside a metro car. When a teenage girl needs his help at a metro station, will he be able to get over his fear in order to save her in time?

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, OFCs

Warnings: cat calling, mentions of rape, cursing

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Seventeen.

Bucky sighed as he watched yet another metro car roll past him. He had no idea how long he had been standing on the platform, but it was long enough for him to wave seventeen metros away.

Bucky hadn’t been on a train since The Incident more than seventy years ago. Trains had certainly changed since then. Now they were underground, on the ground, and even above ground. The traffic in New York City was absolutely horrific on a good day, so he knew the easiest way to travel was by metro.

But he was afraid.

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Dreadneldritch

No pets were allowed on campus.

The freshman orientation guide was very, Very clear about this point. Absolutely, positively, no pets allowed. (minor exceptions to be made for service animals.) And yet here she was, 3 weeks into her first semester, sitting on the ground, staring at a cat. It was staring back.

Dread had always been fond of animals. She had never been allowed to have any pets, (her father was allergic to most things with fur, and her mother just hated animals) but she had always wanted a cat. Multiple cats, preferably. And now she was sitting on the steps of her dorm, in a college where No Pets Were Allowed, staring at the most precious little ball of fur she had ever set eyes on. She knew far too well about the other rules (she was on her second roommate, now, and the delicate horns curling from the thing-that-was-not-her-first-roommate’s face had left an… impression.) She was very good about remembering iron, salt, and not to say please or thank you. But this was a very cute cat, and she was willing to risk a little bit.

It meowed. She held out a hand, and it walked right up to her, and “oh my goodness you are just the cutest thing!” she squeaked. The cat seemed satisfied.

She was, to say the least, conflicted. The rules were very clear, and the rules were generally right, but this was a very small cat, and she did not have very many friends, and really, she already knew what she would do. “C’mere, you.” She scooped up the cat and it snuggled into her jacket. “I’m going to name you Eldritch.”

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It was about three weeks later that things got… actively weird. She had managed to smuggle in, via the Walmart (which had no employees that day, she left the money on the counter and hoped that nothing Else would take it) a litter box and cat food. Eldritch seemed to settle in fine, and she traded her roommate 3 dollars and a cool rock in return for not telling anyone about the very, very illegal pet currently snoozing on her lap. The roommate, whose name was Chalkboard, seemed to like the cat. Chalkboard even gave the cat a cat-toy. When Chalkboard vanished (decided to take the “fake your death to avoid breaking up with your s.o” advice a little too much to heart), Not-Chalkboard did Not like the cat. Dread caught Not-Chalkboard making what looked like a very rude hand gesture at the cat on multiple occasions, although it’s hands were strange and​ it was hard to be sure. It was when Not-Chalkboard, after having a Very Intense staring contest with the cat for about 6 minutes, saw the error of its ways and vanished, leaving Chalkboard in its place, that Dread began to think something might be up. Eldritch said nothing, as cats are wont to do, but it purred a great deal when Chalkboard let it sit on her lap while she was doing her homework. This was, to say the least, Rather Suspect. Nothing more was said about it.

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anonymous asked:

Being a supermodel, Adrien likely has a very strict diet so to keep that trim figure but still have that healthy glow. The problem? That diet doesn't exactly work so well for a superhero who runs around fighting bad guys every other day. The boy needs more calories and isn't getting them. So Felix, knowing this, is constantly helping his brother get more food without their father knowing. Cause like hell is he risking his brothers health over some pictures they could easily photoshoped in post.

that’s actually one of my strongest adrien headcanons! we’ve seen he gets all his meals prepared for him at home, and with what are undoubtedly world-class chefs they’re probably tailored perfectly to maintain all the calories he should work off on his scheduled activities; only that doesn’t cover all the extra exercise he gets as chat noir and the dupain-chengs haven’t been able to adopt and feed him yet

luckily felix is chat noir less frequently than adrien and has time to help

nino don’t be rude

bonus:

venomsbite  asked:

Hey, any interesting facts about spiders?

Ha, you came to the right place!

Meet the star of this story, the jumping spiders. There are more than 5800 known species of jumping spiders to date but they’re mostly the smol, precious cinnamon rolls of the spider world. Just look at how adorbs this fella is!

Originally posted by archiemcphee

Back in June, two astronomers on twitter were nerding out about how their jumping spiders office co-habitants respond to laser pointers, like cats!

Originally posted by gif87a-com

What a rude cat. You’re not supposed to squish the protagonist.

Being scientists, they even tested and found out that jumping spiders seem to be more interested in green lasers than red ones! At this point, the spider-people of twitter have taken notice of the conversation, and jumped in to thicken the plot.

Apparently, our little fuzzy friends’ eyes (they sure have plenty) are built like Gallilean telescope. This arrangement allows them to have the same visual acuity as some animals like dogs, despite being way way tinier!

Some math-crunching tweets later, space-twitter and spider-twitter jointly declared that jumping spiders are anatomically capable of seeing distant objects as far as the moon. They could potentially even see the color differences on the moon’s surface, instead of just as a speck of light in the sky!

Originally posted by f--o--r--e--v--e--r

If you’re interested to read more, this The Atlantic article by Ed Yong summarizes the whole exchange better than we ever could.

Bonus facts:
They can think ahead and plan detours, pretend to be ants to deter predators, and steal your dates by dancing better than you.

@franzanth