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[3-aem]

me thinking my cat is being so impolite constantly meowing while im trying to cook vs him thinking it’s completely inappropriate for me to then pick him up, likening it to mrder for the the crime of speaking his mind.

[sputnikodin]

just pray that my idiot cat eats something tonight please. she'd been eating like 80% of her food for a while but the amount had declined a bit and she ate None of her breakfast while i was at work so i fed her some treats and got her some new dry food and set out bowls of all three varieties including her old favorite (she is on a half year long wet food strike rn on top of all of this) and if she doesn't eat any of it overnight i'll make a vet appointment tomorrow i guess. shoot me

[jeeyonshim]

siiiiiiiigh

onion went viral again last month and i’m afraid to post it here bc everywhere i turn people are like “YES ONION, YESSSSS” you bitches don’t care about my suffering you just love a mess you don’t have to clean up

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 255:

the morning at work was easier than usual bc the child who shall not be named (bc I'm not gonna name and shame a two year old on a public platform, even relatively anonymously) was not there for the first half of the day bc he had a doctor's appointment. he returned during naptime but thankfully stayed up front for a bit to eat and did not cause major disruptions when he was brought to the room

I got my name officially legally changed with the social security administration on my lunch break (almost four years late oops) and they actually got me in and out quickly enough that I could stop to get Dunkin on my way back to work - the fact that I was a couple minutes late back was actually entirely the fault of the garbage truck I got stuck behind. Harley sent me a clip of the one from the Chattanooga throuple that did an Alanna cosplay at GARF and he had no idea there was a Chattanooga throuple that closely mirrors the energy that me and Peyton and Paige have, so I got to explain that to him

I also ordered the Alanna graphic novel that I'll be picking up tomorrow on my lunch break, and went back to looking at my outline on the Beka Cooper fic I've been trying to do, and I actually did get maybe one scene partially written, although dialogue is hard. Genuinely don't think there's been a single day in like 15 years that I haven't thought about Tortall in some way shape or form, and the tattoo I have on my forearm makes sure of that for probably the rest of my life

after I got home I went to sit outside with Paige while she worked on her hat for her cosplay and we discovered that we did buy the incorrect contact cement, so I went to Home Depot to get her the correct one so she could get her thing done, which she did, it's looking great. we also ordered the cosplay library Humble Bundle, so maybe we'll actually do con prep in enough time to do cosplays next year

we FFY'd for dinner and I made a sad looking but absolutely delicious tomato sandwich while Peyton experimented with his old trustworthy uncrustable maker involving the ingredients from the chicken pitas we had for dinner last night, creating something that was actually pretty damn good. Paige used two containers to do a bartender style shaker of the pita ingredients, which was also tasty

we watched an EP of Make Some Noise and dicked around for a few minutes of our own improv bit, in which I became a Karen for demanding bedtime kisses from Peyton and got harassed by mall cop Paige. I am going to get a good grade in goofing off with my partners, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve

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[cat-cosplay]

When you stumble upon the Vault Autofeeder System.

[theriverbeyond]

living with a cat involves accepting many mysterious and strange ambient sounds and learning to distinguish the "SHIT gotta get up rn so i can save his life" from the "some benign tomfoolery is afoot" is a process but. thus far my favorite Benign Nightime Cat Noise is a firm thud followed by a brief rattling of dry food as my cat successfully bullies his autofeeder in attempt to get a little extra treat. he only ever gets 1 or 2 pieces at a time so it is OK to me, it is just so funny to think about. my son raging against the machine

[totallyboatless]

I didn’t start watching AEW until this year, and so I’ve only experienced the Kyle O’Reilly who came back and told the Undisputed Kingdom that he wanted to make it on his own.

And for a while I didn’t know how to connect with him, beyond making jokes that he has the biggest, saddest, wettest eyes I’ve ever seen outside of a cartoon or my cat Gravy when she thinks it’s been 5 days since the autofeeder went off.

It’s not that I didn’t like him, I just didn’t *get* him.

Until he became Mark Briscoe’s biggest fanboy. Until he joined the Conglomeration. Until I started to realize that Kyle is a hype man, the enabler friend (for good and bad), the guy that sees an outrageous person and says “i would follow that man anywhere” (for good and bad). A little bit of a himbo, but in a way that he leans into to make himself laugh. He gives me the impression that he’s the kind of guy who, after a couple drinks, would become the biggest, loudest fan for every single person who gets on stage to sing karaoke, even if he’s never met them.

What I’m saying is, for me, Kyle O’Reilly has become the most relatable man on television.

[xoxogeorgiegirl]

conversation with no destination | alex/franky, background rosquez | 1k | pt 3 [pt.2]

“It will just be short,” Marc had said, eyes glinting in the light. He twisted back to look at the small army of studio members that had flocked after him, their names lost to Alex's sleepless night, and shrugged. “My brother, he worries. We will be fine, eh? It is a few drinks, Alex.”

“Fine,” replied Alex, sharp. “Whatever you want, you know this.”

Marc had laughed at that, dark. He'd brooded in the backseat of the Uber, brushed Alex off when he said, “Too soon for all this, Marc.” Alex doesn't remember much of how he'd behaved at the bar they'd arrived at. 

“You left a voicemail,” says Franky, now, voice steady over the phone. 

“Ah,” Alex says uncertainly, hope fading. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember.”

Franky huffs, soft and unexpectedly amused. “It didn’t much sound like you would. No, I just wanted to ask after the rest of your night.”

“How far downhill did it go, you mean?” Alex jokes. It has always been easy to slip into a rhythm with Franky. “Don’t worry, it was never anything to write home about.”

“Or call, as it were.” He paused and Alex bites his tongue, waiting. “I checked in on the dogs for you.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to,” Alex begins, unreasonably horrified at the thought of it – Franky, leaving Tavullia to sneak in the back of the tiny apartment that Alex had reluctantly purchased for when Marc wanted him nearby. He’s had thoughts about finding somewhere nicer, begun leaving glossy real estate brochures on the coffee table that he’d only bought after the first night that Franky stayed over, but. It seems unlikely that Alex will have many reasons to be in Italy, now.

He stops, tries again. “I mean, I should’ve found someone else. Since it seems like you probably would’ve had enough to worry about.”

He can’t imagine that the Ranch was anything other than besieged by reporters – wonders if Valentino told them where Marc would be, if that accounts for how quickly they started swarming around. Probably, Alex thinks, throwing Marc to the wolves one last time. At least this betrayal made marginally more sense.

“It was no bother,” insists Franky. “I still have your spare keys, so. Anyone else would have had to get them from me anyway – oh, and I took pictures. Hold on.”

Alex scrolls through them as they load, listens to Franky talk about the way he’d had to fiddle with the autofeeder to get it to work even though Alex always swears blind that it’s fine when he leaves, and Stich was trying to get him to play the whole time-

“Fourth slide, look,” Franky says, laughing, “and Shira waiting patiently for her food all the while. She doesn’t like me as much, you know.”

“She’ll come around,” says Alex, obediently scrolling to the right picture and zooming in on the shot of Stich’s mouth gently pinned to the leg of Franky’s jeans and the flash of ankle it exposes, his fingers threaded through the dog collar. He swallows, zooms out. “She’s still my dog, even if Marc keeps stealing her for his Instagram ads.”

There’s a pause before Franky says, “That’s good,” and Alex worries that he’s been too honest, somehow. He darts a glance at the bedroom door and adds, “What, no pictures of the brave hero?”

“You’ve got enough pictures of me,” Franky teases, and Alex has to hold still through the rush of heat, the sudden urge to buy a plane ticket to Italy. That has never been their relationship, even when they were just lazily kissing in Valentino’s pool, stolen moments between contract negotiations for Marc in Valentino’s new film. Besides, they both know which sides they’ve come down on.

“I’ve still got plenty of phone storage space,” Alex cracks, blinking away the vision of a ticket to Spain, a third key to this hotel room. “Always room for more.”

Franky laughs, soft and slightly muffled, and then Alex looks up to see Marc emerging from the bedroom, as though summoned.

“Sorry, I’ve got to-“ says Alex, and then mutes himself before he knows how to finish the sentence. He peers up at Marc. “Sleep well?”

Marc doesn’t ask who Alex is talking to, because he still trusts that Alex will tell him everything, and instead shrugs, hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie. After a pause, he says, “He will not win this award, you know.”

Even in the early morning sun, rendering everything soft and dreamlike to Alex, Marc looks vengeful. Alex would feel sorry for Valentino if he deserved it, and instead wonders what Franky will say to him once Marc has finished getting his claws into everything of Valentino’s that he can reach.

“What is the news saying?” adds Marc restlessly. “You told the staff not to give me the Wi-Fi code.”

Alex holds up his own phone, placating and uncomfortably aware of Franky’s smiling profile picture and the knowledge that if Marc were in a more teasing mood, he would already have grabbed for the phone. “Just let me finish this.”

Marc shrugs again, and doesn’t move until Alex casts a pointed glance at the bedroom, looking almost surprised at the request.

“Sorry,” Alex says, unmuting himself once he’s sure that Marc has shut the door. “I should go, but- do you mind checking on the dogs once or twice? Just until I can come back and get them.” Franky hesitates, and he quickly adds, “Don’t worry, I’m sure I can find someone. If you’ll let them borrow the keys. “

“No, I’ll do it,” says Franky finally. They both know that Alex doesn’t have any other friends in Italy now.

Alex says, “My hero,” and hopes that on the other side of the phone it sounds more sarcastic. “Bye.”

Franky hesitates again, and then says, “I will be in Spain next week. If you want me to bring them then.

“Alright then,” agrees Alex, determinedly ignoring the logistics of that, and Marc’s bags still on the other side of the room. “Filming?

Franky makes a noncommittal noise and then says, “Poor timing on Vale’s part, probably. See you then?”

“See you,” Alex says, and waits for Franky to hang up. He glances up to see Marc waiting at the open door, gaze fixed.

“Ready?” he asks, and Marc nods, settling down onto the couch beside him. 

“You took your time,” Marc grumbles. He's smiling when Alex glances over at him, one hand tapping out an unsteady rhythm against the arm of the couch. “Good conversation?”

Alex shrugs, as noncommittally as he can with the memory of Franky's name still stinging in his mouth. Suddenly and inconsequentially, he wonders whether Valentino is in the photo that he's cropped Franky's contact photo out of; he should change it, but it feels disloyal, somehow, although he's not sure who to.

“You looked happy enough,” says Marc, and then laughs, the way he does when he thinks he knows something that Alex doesn't. “Headache not too bad?”

[etherealrin]

Good morning, tiff. I just read the Kaiser vs cat one shot and it got me wondering: Which of the Blue Lock boys are cat people and who are dog people?

hihi! good morning (?) i’d assume its afternoon now for you but it’s actually past midnight for me….

anyways! cat or dog bllk! i put some thought into this one based off vibes and canonical personality.

cats tend to be known as mysterious, sometimes cold, and intelligent. they’re sly and quick on their feet. they’re arguably less work to take care of as well. + they can be divas.

blue lock boys who like cats better are:

- rin & sae: they don’t have a lot of time to care for a pet and appreciate how cats can be solitary creatures. i think if either of them ever got one though they’d get pretty attached to it.

- nagi: honestly this boy just isn’t going to be walking and playing with a dog. prob has an autofeeder for the cat too. he likes having the company and comfort the cat gives and its not too much.

- chigiri: the red panther himself!! prefers cats for obvious reasons, and they can be sassy just like him, so it’s a perfect match! also his sister insisted on a cat.

- barou: he’s a neat freak so i don’t think he would love a dog as they can get a bit dirtier due to walking them and stuff. probably likes cats better as they are naturally clean animals?

- yukimiya: appreciates a cat’s grace and elegance so he likely would prefer and own a cat. thinks they’re cute as well.

- aryu: glam cat. probably a sleek black feline immaculately groomed to perfection.

- kaiser: as stated before he fears both equally but since cats generally are less touchy he’s more a cat person.

dogs! think golden retriever energy, bundle of energy and love! they’re super smart as well but fit an owner with as much enthusiasm as them!

- isagi: golden retriever energy in the flesh. he loves dogs to death probably had a childhood dog

- aiku: has like this tiny pomeranian bc girls love those but its super fierce. don’t worry though, he’s totally got it under control (it bites him sometimes)

- zantetsu: likes dogs but wants to appear smarter so he says he prefers “f. catus” i feel like he’s actually scared of cats though

- sendou: really likes puppies hasn’t the faintest idea how to care for one though?

- kurona: loves all animals but i see him liking dogs a lil more, they’re more fun to play with

- hiori: he’s cat-like in nature but likes dogs because they’re so comforting and don’t really demand a lot from their owner they just love them

- ness: needs a dog that absolutely loves him or else he might sob

- kunigami (pre wild-card): was a huge dog person loved them and dogs loved him! had a big dog that he would play fetch with all the time probably took it out on runs snd exercise

- bachira: oh he loves dogs so much he tried to teach one soccer at some point

both

- reo: honestly…this guy probably had multiple of both as a child had the super exotic breeds too so he likes em equally

- karasu: appreciates them both, although he reminds me of a cat i think he also likes dogs

- otoya: he likes cats because ninja stealth?? and they’re good for talking to girls…but if he had to own one he’d choose a dog

- shidou: likes them both can’t really pick either or i don’t see him having any pets though

[sniffanimal]

here's nine photos of times I've recorded he's done this. he's done it basically daily for 3 years+

simba loves to put hair ties in his empty food dish when he's mad it's empty and i FINALLY caught him in the act of doing it. from taking the hairtie off zach's desk and playing with it for a second before putting it in the bowl. rude!!!!!

[westerlyrat]

bagi telling etoiles about the eye workers, code, empanada's death etc has feels so much like telling your big brother when the kids in your year are bullying you at school

like him reassuring her and saying she couldn't have done better and did perfectly, telling her about the backpack autofeeding and promising to make her some armour :((((

[cryptidfuckery]

Woke up to mayos autofeeder toppled over with the top off so the food was spilling out like gold in a dragons hoard so I know why she was snoozing so soundly this morning

[ikiprian]

oh hey when did this happen!! thanks gang, army of alfreds snip be upon ye!

The bowl on the floor is empty.

Inexcusable. If the owner were going to be murdered, he should have gotten an autofeeder first.

While Batman is distracted looking for evidence, Damian quietly stalks through the apartment to the kitchen. The pantry is easy to identify, and the bag of dry food has a scoop already within it. 

He inwardly scoffs at the lack of airtight container. The former resident may have gotten high-end kibble, but didn’t he know how it stales? Didn’t he know how it molds? He continues to find nothing but shortcomings from this man.

Damian fills the creature’s dish anyway, mixes in a little water to ensure proper hydration. The instant the food sifts into the bowl, the cat is sprinting from its laundry fortress and winding its way around Damian’s ankles, meowing piteously.

“Careful now. Hush,” Damian murmurs. If he’s careful, Batman won’t hear him and know he’s taken an unauthorized break. “Hush. I’m helping you. Don’t trip me, or you’ll be eating it off the ground.” 

A smile pushes at his stiff Business Robin expression, as the rest of his concentration goes to keeping his balance. 

Soon as the bowl hits the carpet, the cat is upon it. Its forepaws spread comically, one on either side of its supper, furiously kneading. 

This moment must be preserved. Damian does the rational thing and takes a little video.

omg cute!!! says Grayson, followed by a dozen heart-themed emojis.

It’s the correct response.