things cats hate

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

Tired of this new trend of hating “soft boys” imma stand by my policy of “let boys be soft let boys learn how to be soft let girls be rough let them be angry” :))))) let both be both teach healthy coping mechanisms and outlets for more negative feelings teach kids of all genders not to bottle shit the fuck up stop telling “soft boys” to die and remember toxic ass motherfuckers will disguise themselves drenched in the mannerisms of any trend whatever is convenient thanks bye

anonymous asked:

Jatim school teacher au?

Jason’s lunch is missing. He’s searched the freezer for five minutes and his pepperoni Hot Pockets are definitely gone. All he can find are BBQ Beef Hot Pockets, which- no. Jason’s not touching that, and not just because they don’t belong to him.

He slams the freezer door shut. “What the hell!”

“What’s up,” Dick asks, sitting at the table in the corner of the staff room, grading papers and drinking a can of soup. He didn’t even heat it up. Gross.

“Someone stole my lunch!”

Dick makes a noise that’s probably supposed to be sympathetic, but instead comes out as totally uninterested. He marks a grade at the top in pink ink and flips to the next. “What was it?”

“Hot Pockets.”

“Jay, again?”

“I like them, okay, and they’re easy to eat one handed- practically made for it- so shut up.”

Dick hums. He knocks back the rest of his soup.

“What,” Jason sighs.

“Well, you told me to shut up, so…”

“Tell me what you know, Dick.”

“I can’t say for sure,” Dick says, tossing the can into the trash and gathering his stack of papers, “but I think I saw Tim eating a Hot Pocket.”

“Tim?”

“The new science teacher, Tim Drake. He’s subbing for Steph while she’s on maternity leave.”

“Tim Drake, huh? Well look out, Tim Drake, because I’m coming for you,” Jason vows, heading for the door and ignoring Dick’s muttered, “So fucking dramatic.”

~

“You!”

Tim glances up from the homework assignments littering his desk. There’s a man in his doorway, scowling and pointing at him like a soap opera star.

“Me?” Tim asks around a mouthful of food.

The man stalks into the classroom. “You ate my lunch!”

“I don’t think so…” Tim says. He swallows.

“Then what is that you’re holding?”

“Half a Hot Pocket.”

“Aha!” he cries. “My Hot Pocket.”

“How do you know it’s yours?”

“Because I put a box of pepperoni Hot Pockets in the freezer this morning and it was gone when I checked just a minute ago and now you’re eating one, you food thief.”

Tim frowns. “Hold on, I brought Hot Pockets for lunch too.”

“What flavor?”

“BBQ Bee- Oh.” Tim looks at the pepperoni and cheese falling from the open end of his Hot Pocket. “This isn’t mine.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. Um, hey, you can have mine if you want?”

The man’s face twists unpleasantly. “You think I want that shit? No way.”

“Okay… Well I’ll pay you back.”

“Damn right you will, but that doesn’t really help me today, does it. There’s only fifteen minutes left for lunch.”

“What do you want from me,” Tim growls, because he’s sorry but he doesn’t like people barging into his classroom on his lunch break, yelling at him and then insulting his BBQ Beef Hot Pockets.

The man braces his hand on Tim’s desk. “I want you go to the vending machine- the nice one in Principal Wayne’s office- and buy me some lunch. You can bring it by my classroom, room 252.”

Then, with one last angry look, the man whirls around and leaves.

Tim leans back in his chair. Finishes the rest of the Hot Pocket.

He grabs his wallet and heads for the principal’s office, a grin on his face.

~

There’s four minutes left until the bell rings and the kids come flooding back to their desks. Jason taps his fingers impatiently. The new guy is cutting it close.

Just when Jason is about to go find him, in walks the asshole, arms full. He comes up to Jason’s desk and drops his load.

About twenty bags of BBQ chips.

“There you go,” Tim says, grinning. “That more than makes up for the Hot Pockets. About six dollars more, actually. So it seems as though you owe me now.”

Then he winks and saunters out of Jason’s classroom.

A few minutes later Jason is still seething as the kids run in.

“Wow, you must really like BBQ, Mr. Todd!”

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A painting of my boys in hats! I didn’t get the style exactly right (I wanted to mimic those kind of weird anatomically incorrect pictures of animals that are close to how they look but still off in funny or interesting ways) but it’s close enough, as it does look pleasingly silly to me,, I think they appreciate my effort

the whole film was lovely but the highlight? ANIMALS

This is what I DO NOT like about Rick And Morty fans. 😧 Just because you watch and enjoy Rick And Mo*burps*orty doesn’t make you smarter or better than anyone else. It’s a fucking amazing show. But it is elitist fa*brups*ans like you that ruin it. Grow the fuck up. It’s just a fucking show! Get THE FU*burps*UCK OVER YOURSELVES!