what the hell is this cat

toxic-kitty-cat  asked:

Mother. I just started watching Metalocalypse and what the fuck. Like. Why do I like pickles so much??? Toki makes sense because he's cute. But pickles????????? Also, I had a request idea last night, but I forgot it. So I'll send it in when I remember it. But still, Pickles??????????? What have you done to me mother.

welcome to hell

Ok hear me out here...

Ok so me being the weird animal lover that I am I googled what Russia’s national animal is and it’s a bear, and I was like ‘hells yeah bears are awesome like yuri!' 

Originally posted by mariannaraskin

AND THENNNN I realised Otabek seems to like bears or at least his fans think he does…

Originally posted by tetsuruo

SO THEN I LOOKED UP THE NATIONAL ANIMAL OF KAZAKHSTAN AND  APPARENTLY ITS THIS LEOPARD LOOKING CAT…

AND WHO DO WE KNOW THAT LIKES CATS AND LEOPARD PRINT SHIT?!?!

Originally posted by kanariiya

OH YEAH THIS LITTLE SHIT ^^^^

Originally posted by confessionsdunjeuneparisien

  • yurio: you're absolutely disgusting. i looked up to you so much. but now you're not part of the skating world anymore because you retired. i hate you with my entire being.
  • viktor: lmao k
  • yurio: but yuuri. yuuri is a fucking pig an-
  • viktor: repeat that one more time little angsty teenage cat and i will kick your ass seven fucking million times get out and go hide away in your goddamn fursuit

You know I’m pretty sure Marinette spends FAR more one-on-one time with Chat Noir than any other specific guy she knows, even if most of said time is spent kicking various akuma in the face, and I am just picturing her sloooowly and subconsciously starting to expect all boys to be cats. Like. Dudes are cats. That’s just how it is. That is a totally normal way to interact with boys, obviously?? 

“Girl, what the hell,” Alya says as Marinette distractedly gives Nathaniel headscritches after he comes over to attempt to talk to her while she’s concentrating on a design. Nathaniel is too busy internally screaming to say anything himself. What is this, what is this about, what does this MEAN????

Somewhere Adrien Agreste spends an entire photoshoot seething with pure feline envy and has no idea why.

If you’re trying to learn how to knit or crochet imo you should start with a large gauge yarn and try baby blankets. Large yarn goes really quick so you don’t lose your patience, and straight rows are a lot simpler than crocheting in the round. Plus, if it turns out poorly (and it will, the first like 10 things you make will be bad, and that’s ok) you can donate them to animal shelters. Shelters are ALWAYS looking for blankets, and cats don’t care if your edges are hell. Puppies don’t know if your blanket comes out more like a trapezoid. They don’t even know what trapezoids are!!

-Chyler Leigh

For those of you who don’t know, Chyler came from a difficult past. She came from a broken family, her parents divorcing when she was 12. To cope, she became a drug addict and when asked what was her drug of choice when she was 17 to 19 years old, she replied: “Everything, there are a lot of times we really shouldn’t have survived. He (Nathan West, her now-husband) and I have literally been through hell and back” She started the recovery process when the director of Not Another Teen Movie told her she was becoming too thin while they were filming. It was a two year battle from drug addiction with Nathan, who she met when she was 16 and he was 20, the fight nearly cost them their lives.

“We went through about two years of complete obliteration. It came down to, ‘Do you want to choose to live, or do you want to choose to die? And we chose life.”

Don’t be surprised why she represents her character, Alex, so well when she herself is a bloody brilliant, resilient and strong person herself, if not more.

I know things are terrible right now but take a look at my cat. She’s fine. She’s content. She doesn’t even know what a President is. All she’s worried about is when I’ll give her breakfast and whether the bed or the sofa is the better sleeping option. No matter what happens all is well in the world of my cat. Even if the world goes to hell, she is happy.

Ok but imagine someone finds out that some journalist for a gossip website is writing an article on Kara and the DEO tries but they can’t get access to it and they’re all freaking out thinking it’s a Supergirl reveal and the article comes out titled ‘Who the hell is Kara Danvers?’ And it’s got a series of photos of her with Clark Kent and Lois Lane, her following after Cat Grant and interacting with Maxwell Lord. There are pictures from her college internship working at Wayne Enterprises - including candids of her eating lunch with the elusive Bruce Wayne himself. There’s a photo from years ago when she met Diana Prince while visiting Clark. A picture of her and Lena Luthor sitting close, leaning in to each other and whispering. There are excerpts of her quotes from supergirl, someone she seems to know personally.

At no point does the article mention her possibly being supergirl. It only talks about how this seemingly plain, average 20-something from a coastal small town is somehow connected to many of the most powerful and influential people from coast to coast. And thanks to the DEOs attempts to get the article before it’s published, there’s an editorial addition at the end that says after announcing plans to write on the reporter, their servers were attacked and nearly hacked in to in an attempt to stop its publication.

“So I ask you,” the article ends, “who exactly is this Kara Danvers?”

so the other night I had a dream that some friends and my sister and I were all on a backpacking trip to hell. I have no idea why, I just know that we felt we had the weight of the world on our shoulders to complete this mission. I don’t even know what the mission was, but dammit we were going.

we were also keeping a cat in a cardboard box with us on this journey. This has nothing to do with the context of the dream, but I felt it was important for the mood.

so basically we’re all hiking down into the depths of the earth, (I think we got chased by some sort of massive beast that ate one of my friends, but frankly it wasn’t important enough to remember) and basically we finally get to the Foyer of Hell. And this place is essentially a food court filled with demons.

think the Mall of America on a Saturday afternoon but all the lights have a weird red tinge.

and we see a McDonald’s.

immediately I’m like “guys, listen. I really need to know if Hell McDonalds tastes the same as Minnesota McDonald’s.” So I bought a double cheeseburger meal and an egg mcmuffin meal and just fucking went to town at these shitty school-lunchroom style tables. We had the Cat Box on the table and were getting a lot of weird looks from the hellspawn around us

the verdict was that the egg mcmuffin was mediocre at best, the fries were all those really dry crunchy ones, the cheeseburgers were exactly the same, but the hashbrowns were fucking incredible. Never will I taste anything so ironically heavenly again in my entire life. Like. Fuck dude. The hashbrowns.

after that we went on our way to slay the demon king or whatever the fuck, I genuinely don’t remember.

Anyway the moral of the story kids is that if you’re in hell and you see a McDonald’s, order them out of hashbrowns you won’t fuckin regret it

@ people who like cats: i see where you are coming from!!!! they are very cute little babies and they make nice sounds, they are soft and Good all around 10/10 an excellent specimen!!! good choice 

@ people who like dogs: also an excellent choice!! they r so cuddly and they will love you unconditionally, they even save lives and they give excellent kisses. 10/10 another perfect creature 

@ people who like both cats and dogs: you like both of them!!!!!!! amazing!!!!!!!! you are so right, both of them are just amazing beyond measure and it is completely justified to like both of them because they both deserve all the love in the world . nicely chosen 

@ people who don’t like cats OR dogs: 

WHAT THE PROBLEM IS YOURFUCK THE HELL

When Saeran is Mistaken for Saeyoung after Dying His Hair Red Again.
  • Zen: *throws arm around him* So about that Tripter bot! Can I give you some pictures to put on it? ^^
  • Saeran: What are you talking about?
  • Zen: Quit pretending like you don't know, you confessed you were behind it.
  • Saeran: I'm not Saeyoung.
  • Zen: Hahaha, you're so funny.
  • Saeran: And you're a moron.
  • Zen: Oh. You are Saeran.
  • ___________________________________________________________
  • Jumin: Get away from Elizabeth the Third. Why the hell are you in my apartment, Saeyoung?! Out!
  • Saeran: Saeyoung told me to come give you this piece of paper. The bodyguards let me in. Your cat likes me. I don't know why.
  • Jumin: Saeyoung sent Saeyoung over? Quit acting, Saeyoung and put her down!
  • Saeran: Here, cat. Be careful getting down. I'm leaving now.
  • Jumin: So easily, Saeyoung?
  • Saeran: *sighs*
  • Elizabeth 3rd: *meows sadly after Saeran*
  • Jumin: That wasn't Saeyoung, was it?
  • Elizabeth 3rd: *meows exasperatedly*
  • ___________________________________________________________
  • Yoosung: Hey, Saeyoung, how did you do on LOLOL last night?!
  • Saeran: I'm not Saeyoung.
  • Yoosung: Okay! How did you do on LOLOL last night, other Saeyoung?
  • Saeran: *groans*
  • ___________________________________________________________
  • Jaehee: *opens mouth as Saeran walks into cafe*
  • Saeran: I'm not Saeyoung!
  • Jaehee: Can you do mixed coffee drinks if you have a book?
  • Saeran: Uh.
  • Jaehee: That's a yes. I need help. You're hired. Get to work.
  • Saeran: *sighs, again*
  • ___________________________________________________________
  • V: ....
  • Saeran: You can't even see! I'm not Saeyoung!
  • V: Ouch.
  • ___________________________________________________________
  • Rika: Hi!
  • Saeran: GET AWAY FROM ME YOU DEVIL WOMAN!
  • ___________________________________________________________
  • Vanderwood: ......
  • Saeran: ......
  • Vanderwood: So....
  • Saeran: I'm not Saeyoung.
  • Vanderwood: Right. Sorry about last time! You all look so much alike!
  • Saeran: You're. A. Moron.
  • ___________________________________________________________
  • MC: Hi, Saeran!
  • Saeran: MARRY ME!
  • MC: *confused as to why Saeran is suddenly clinging to her after he visited the others to drop off things Saeyoung had "borrowed" from them*
  • ___________________________________________________________
  • Saeyoung: Hi, second Saeyoung!
  • Saeran: I hate all of you.
  • ___________________________________________________________
  • Saeyoung: *secretly told all the members he would be the one visiting them* *troll*
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I illustrated a couple of additional posters to accompany my Women Are Strong As Hell illustration– my mom, aunt and I will all be marching on Saturday in the Women’s March on Washington’s sister march in Austin! 

And guess what! You can buy these, AND my Strong As Hell lady as prints on my Etsy store now, for just $35 each!

obervations from the hiveswap screenshots on steam 

skaianet laboratories apparently issue calendars that look exactly like the homestuck calendars, and which also feature colonel sassacre (who raised grandpa) and…………..diamonds droog??? also the game starts on 11/11, the Symbolic Number for the alpha session

and the colour the buildings in the alternian city all glow with are blood colours - are the apartments segregated? it seems kind of weird that jade, teal, cerulean, and bronze would all live in the same place??? (more detail shots below cut)

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I’ve been cracking myself up thinking of like a college au where Dean just took his patronus quiz and he’s pissed because he got some tiny animal like a cat or a fucking weasel (which is what I got wtf jo) so he’s seething to his best friend Cas who is like really indifferent, trying to study during Dean’s rant until Dean asks what Cas got and Cas says “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I haven’t taken the quiz.”

And Dean immediately pulls out his laptop, muttering “What the hell Cas we have to know NOW. Damn Ravenclaws always too busy studying to do the important things…”

“Ravenclaw?”

“Yeah that’s your house isn’t it?”

“I don’t know.”

And Dean rolls his eyes. “How do you not know your house?”

“I haven’t taken that quiz either.”

And that launches Dean into another fit because what kind of self-respecting Harry Potter fan hasn’t been sorted into their house?

“But Dean, I’m not a Harry Potter fan. I’ve never even read the books.”

Dean is positively scandalized. He cannot believe his ears or his eyes staring blankly into the face of a man with no shame or remorse for the poisonous confession that had just escaped his beautiful too-pink lips.

“HOW HAVE WE BEEN FRIENDS FOR TEN YEARS AND YOUVE NEVER READ HARRY POTTER?!”

“I didn’t know it was a requirement?”

“Have you seen any of the eight movies?”

“There are eight?”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD CAS.”

Cas has the decency to put his book down. “Dean, I think you’re overreacting.”

“This is not overreacting. I’m friends with a heathen whose never read Harry Potter. Like you couldn’t even be one of those cheaters that just watched the movies, Cas, honestly?”

“It never appealed to me.”

“Who are you?”

Cas rolls his eyes. “Dean, if it means that much to you, I will take the quiz.”

“Oh no no no. You have to earn the quiz. We have work to do, Novak.”

And so is the story of how Castiel Novak lost a weekend of studying to marathoning the entire Harry Potter series.

When he finished Dean allowed him to take the sorting quiz. And as predicted he was a Ravenclaw.

Dean rolled his eyes at the result. “Typical.”

“Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Is it a big deal?” Dean scoffed. “Getting sorted into Hufflepuff was the second greatest identify crisis of my life, right behind my sophomore year sexuality crisis.”

And Cas looks skeptical but doesn’t argue because he remembers Dean’s sophomore year sexuality crisis and it was quite a mess.

He lets Dean show him to the patronus quiz and tries not to feel anxious as Dean paces behind him like this animated test determines his entire future. 

“I’m an owl.”

Dean sinks onto his bed, a small pout bending his lips. “Oh.”

“Is that bad?” The quiz doesn’t give an explanation, so Cas has no way of knowing if the owl symbolizes something deeper in the Harry Potter universe. Maybe it’s a bad omen.

“No, it’s just… don’t owls eat weasels?”

Cas squints. “I suppose, yes. They eat rodents and small vermin, which would include weasels.”

Dean glares at him. “Wow, thanks, Cas.”

“I don’t understand why you’re disappointed. I’m not going to attack you, Dean.”

And Dean is red now, trying to avoid Cas’s gaze. “I know. But I- I thought we’d be something more… compatible.” He fidgets, releases a resigned sigh. “Makes sense I guess. We’re really different.” Of course Cas is something far better than Dean, something bigger, fiercer, stronger. Something that could easily sweep him up and consume him whole like he was nothing.

Cas shuts the laptop and moves closer to Dean who still can’t look up. “Dean… I don’t know the implications of these animals as you might. But from what I gathered in the movies, they are a pure manifestation of one’s happiest memories. It is not the shape of the patronus that matters, but rather the essence. This quiz made a decision based on a few random parts of my personality, but it never asked me what my happiest memory was. Would you like to know?”

Dean can only nod.

“It was my first day at Lawrence Middle School. I was scared and angry and a group of boys were making fun of my bee socks at lunch. And just when I was at the point of tears, a scrawny kid in a Batman shirt jumped in front of me and poured chocolate milk all over Gordon Walker’s head.” Cas chuckled fondly, just thinking of it. “Then he sat across from me and gave me half of his pb&j.”

Dean is beat red and barely breathing. “You didn’t even like it because of the jelly,” he murmurs because it’s all he can think to say.

“And you stopped putting it on your sandwiches after that so you could share with me.”

“Cas…”

Cas reaches across the small space between them to cup Dean’s jaw and gently turn Dean’s face to look at him. “We may be very different, Dean Winchester, but you have had the single most profound effect on my life since I was eleven years old. You are my happiness,” Cas leans forward, Dean’s eyes glazing over and lips parting, “and I don’t need a quiz to tell me that.”

When their lips meet, Dean forgets all about quizzes and balls of light. He feels Cas’s hand slide to the back of his head, tangling in his hair as Dean’s own hands clutch at Cas’s waist to hold him close, keep their lips pressed together in an endless first kiss.

It’s soft and a little awkward, it’s breathtaking and a bit sloppy, and it’s pure magic.

still obsessed with @calicovu‘s kid mari au I can’t stop drawing it he l p. how does one resist the dad noir hOW

also I imagine their micky d’s trip would go like so:

The Adrien Diaries...

7 Feb 2017

…I don’t know where Plagg is hiding at the moment, but when I find him he is a dead Kwami. Dead. I’m gonna transform and Cataclysm my own ring because this is ALL HIS FAULT!

So, apparently, I am developing some “cat-like” tendencies as a result of the mira-curse-lous… which is normally all fine and dandy. Feline reflexes, awesome. Better night vision, I’m down. The temptation of napping in the sun- all over it.

The urge to try and sit in every damn box I see– WHAT THE HELL! Because of course Marinette brought a box of croissants from her family’s bakery for the class today, and of course she had forgotten about setting the empty box next to her seat and OF COURSE I HAD TO TRY AND SIT IN THE STUPID THING WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING– only for Mari to come back for the box to find me crouched down in it.

Like a flipping psychopath. Good job Agreste.

And was that the end of it? No, no, because of frikkin COURSE some of the tape from the box had to get stuck on my hand as I tried to come up with an explanation for WHY I was in the damn thing. And do I pull it off like a normal human boy?

No. 

No I do not.

Instead, I start shaking my hand like a beauty queen on meth, and whimpering in distress.

…I had actual tears in my eyes over this, I kid you not.

Marinette helped me get the tape off, but couldn’t even look at me, and was so red (probably from holding in laughter) I thought she might faint. 

Now excuse me, I have the murder of a magical bobble-head to plan…

-Adrien If-I-Fits-I-Sits Agreste