#but I still mean MORE cat than her

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I'm not an anime style catgirl but I'm also not a furry. I am a secret third thing (catgirl but change more of the body than usual)

[yesokayiknow]

do you have anything more about the bigeneration au for 12 and 13, I'd love to hear what you think their dynamic would be.

-they take great delight in confusing everyone any time they can. twelve calls thirteen old man and thirteen calls twelve young woman and it makes them laugh every time. while they love the fam equally thirteen tends to end up chatting with graham and (badly) playing footie with ryan while twelve does yaz's nails and hair and it's nice that they don't have to force themselves to do activities that don't feel right

-twelve actually tells the fam things! like still not a lot but at least they hear the name time lord before like a whole year has passed lmao. thirteen really fucking hates it. he's like tough. stop trying to be unknowable bitch. he (pretty vaguely) tells graham about river and the three of them just sort of sit together sometimes reminiscing

-while they generally are pretty chill they also have a competition on who can explain the most things the quickest. every time something new happens they're like standing in the corner visibly shaking waiting for the fam to pick one of them to explain. thirteen starts the points system just so she gets picked more often, and then twelve starts composing little tunes for whoever asks the smartest question. the fam think it's adorable

-twelve convinces yaz & ryan to go to uni. thirteen's like we don't really have time and twelve's like There Is Always Time For Education. unlike thirteen, who would literally die if left alone, he's always trying to gently encourage the fam to have lives outside of the tardis. he's also trying to convince thirteen that being alone's okay at times (it's not going well)

-twelve's still lecturing at st luke's in his spare time (though it's harder, without nardole and bill and missy). whenever he's having a particularly bad day thirteen turns up to his lectures and shouts corrections. he will never ever admit how much it amuses and distracts him

-they still fall out sometimes, because who do they hate more than themselves? they both can be pretty condescending and impulsive and it turns out that it sucks to be on the other end of that. thirteen refuses to take care of herself in a way that borders on obsessive and hates when twelve tries to keep her safe; twelve tends to isolate himself for days upon end and hates when thirteen tries to drag him back into sociability. they usually keep these arguments away from the fam. the first time they really really lose it at each other in a public space is when they first encounter the cybermen. it takes. uh. a while to get back into a good place after that

-twelve mainly gets frustrated with thirteen more than the other way around because she literally refuses to show any pain or negativity Ever until it all explodes. this is partly because a lot of the coping mechanisms she instinctively wants to use are little quirks they started doing due to the loop in the confession dial and she doesn't want to trigger him. when he realises this he's like i'd rather you tapped out the seconds when you feel trapped than yelled at all of us actually.

-sometimes twelve's like hey you're going all cold and weird again. go kick something. and thirteen's like fuck off and then she goes and punches a cushion and yells into a black hole and comes back later like thanks you were right. and sometimes thirteen walks into a room and takes one look at twelve and walks right out and goes and gets his guitar and chucks it at him and after like five hours straight of playing he's like thanks man i really needed that

[satorisoup]

people will think im ordinary until they say one (1) thing about tmnt and all of a sudden im explaining the entire lore starting from the 1990’s movie & why donatello is the best turtle i fear… T^T

tag limit fights me… i must yap… please listen… SOB </3

[marblerose-rue]

all the bad dreams that you hide / show me yours, i'll show you mine

[sysig]

Some possible* Tala stickers :D (Patreon)

[gayleafpool]

i love the squirrelflight is a scourge reincarnation au but also consider. leafpool scourge reincarnation au

[sudokuplayer]

i'm so angry and heartbroken and i think this is all i will ever be

[kohakhearts]

so two weeks ago my kneecap spontaneously dislocated. no one really knows whats up with that. i get raised eyebrows and “but what did you do”s every time someone sees my splinted leg and asks what happened. so the orthopedist says this stays on for six weeks. then, you can do physiotherapy and we’ll hope this never happens again.

ok, great. so the good news is i CAN put weight on it. the doctor in the hospital gives me a pair of crutches, smiles at me like it’s not 6am and i haven’t been sitting in the er all night, says Just In Case. that’s great too.

the bad news?

i live on the third floor of a building with no elevator.

the building i work in has three floors and one elevator on the opposite side from where we’re located, which can only be accessed with a special key anyway. oh, and there’s construction going on this summer - so actually, the elevator isn’t even going to be accessible. plus, it doesn’t go to the third floor anyway, which is where my classroom is, at the end of the hallway.

that’s fine, though. i take public transit to and from work every day. at least the metro stations have elevators, right? well…14 out of about 70 stations in the city have them. i’m lucky that my local one does - the station i transfer at for work doesn’t have one to the platform i have to transfer to. the one i leave work from has three flights of stairs from the platform to the terminal.

so, keeping in mind i have to go up and down the stairs at work by the whims of my children and supervisors, and the staff room where i have to eat my lunch is on a different floor than my classroom, i’m averaging 20+ flights of stairs every single day. and cannot bend one of my knees, which is at the end of each day about as swollen as it was the day i dislocated it. my doctor prescribed me a month’s worth of naproxen, which my pharmacist was shocked by. she said, usually you only need this for a week. until the swelling goes down.

but the swelling is managed with some ice here and there anyway. so i’ll live. what really hurts is when i’m on the bus - because my commute to work involves two busses and two trains each way - and people trip over my leg because they just aren’t paying attention. i am at the mercy of kind strangers who notice and stand protectively over my leg, when i am lucky enough that upon boarding a bustling bus someone even gives me their seat. otherwise, i’m forced to stand on one leg to avoid putting too much force on my injured one each time we hit a bump.

(three times since my injury i have been the only person to offer my seat to another person with limited mobility on the bus, which every time the person in question has denied while everyone else’s eyes remain down and mouths remain shut.)

and lets not forget - i live in a city where everything is built atop huge fucking hills. at the top of one is the hospital. just below that, my university’s campus and student clinic.

am i just complaining for the sake of complaining? a little bit. but mostly i am thinking about how the inaccessibility around me is actively making it more difficult for me to heal from what is, spontaneity aside, a fairly common injury. i can’t quit my job. i need to attend my appointments. were it not june, i’d have to go to class. i am incredibly lucky to have friends who are willing to help with groceries and laundry, which would be particularly difficult for me due to the number of stairs i’d have to climb with my hands full, but if i didn’t - those are not things i could stop doing for myself and expect to survive for six weeks either, especially when i’m working 40 hours a week with 2+ hours of commuting a day.

anyway. maybe there’s not a lot the average person can do to help people with limited mobility. but giving up your seat on the bus is a pretty good first step and always has been.

[canarymemories]

trio

rating: general audiences archive warning: no archive warnings apply relationship: sena izumi/tsukinaga leo additional tags: domestic fluff, cat acquisition, established relationship, fluff, i just think that izumi who canonically baby talks to cats, would take one home if there was an opportunity, vague speculation that the cat was previously abandoned, it's only implied but i wanted to mention it anyway words: 2,604 published: 2023-01-17

summary: contrary to popular belief, izumi is the one who brings a cat home. here on ao3

as much as leo loves the sound, the last thing he expects to hear when he walks into the apartment is izumi’s laughter from somewhere inside. rather than announcing himself at the door like he normally would, he simply follows the sound of izumi’s voice until it leads him to the kitchen. there, the model sits on the floor, accompanied by a small furry companion that had not been in the apartment when leo left that morning.

“i’m home,” leo says, standing in the doorway.

to his amusement, he gets two wide eyed stares at his entrance, one from izumi and the other from the small, mostly white cat izumi had been playing with. there’s a beat or two of silence until the cat quietly mews and bumps against izumi’s hand to get his attention.

“welcome back,” izumi replies, looking away to pet their little visitor.

seeing as izumi isn't going to introduce them, leo takes to sitting on the floor next to him. “so… who’s this?” he asks, holding out his hand towards the cat.

“she doesn’t have a name,” izumi says. the cat stares at leo’s hand, then moves to sniffing his fingers apprehensively. she bumps her head into his hand a few seconds later. “not yet at least.”

leo hums, running his fingers down her back while she turns to rub herself along izumi’s knee. now that he’s closer, he can see the faint orangish color on the tips of her ears and nose, even up her tail. “i thought you said we weren’t gonna have a cat ‘cause we go back to japan all the time.”

“i know,” izumi says, sighing. “but i wasn’t going to just leave her. besides, i’ve dealt with you, so what’s another stray?”

leo bumps their shoulders together, not wanting to disturb the cat who’d taken to playing by herself on the floor. leo notices then hat her toy is a piece of izumi’s fancy yarn, the exact kind he himself isn’t even allowed to touch. “hey!” he objects, though his smile takes any heat out of it.

izumi only laughs, eyes fond as he bumps leo’s shoulder in return. “what? i’m not wrong.”

rather than answering, leo scooches closer to izumi’s side, loosely linking their fingers as he places his hand atop izumi’s resting on the floor. “where’d you find her anyway?”

izumi fidgets slightly, his hand twitching under leo’s. “well… she’s been hanging around the shoot the past few days. she was a little skittish at first but look how friendly and cute she is,” he trails off. “so i took her home with me.”

leo nods, thinking that’s more than enough of a reason to bring a cat home, and then it hits him. “wait. does that mean you snuck her on the bus?”

izumi pointedly doesn’t answer, instead slowly pulling the piece of yarn around on the floor as the cat watches, clearly interested, before launching herself at it. leo starts to snicker. it turns to actual laughter as he throws his arms around izumi.

having shifted to accommodate leo’s weight on him, izumi drops the piece yarn. even so, the cat pays no mind to the two of them nor the lack of a hand pulling her toy around as she rolls onto her back, yarn between her paws. 

“could you not laugh right in my ear,” izumi mutters, though he doesn’t try to push leo off. if anything, leo is pretty sure izumi leaned into him.

“sorry, sena,” leo says, laughter shifting to softer snickers once more. “it’s just that you’re so funny sometimes.”

izumi turns his head to face leo. “what’s that supposed to mean? it’s not like i would just leave her there. and you were busy, so it’s not like i could’ve called you to pick me up.”

“i know.” he rests his chin on izumi’s shoulder. “i think it’s cute that you snuck her on the bus.”

he watches, delighted, as the tips of izumi’s ears go red. izumi turns his attention back to the cat, who is still happily batting at the yarn, her tail flicking behind her. “whatever. you’re weird.”

leo only hums in response and somewhat reluctantly pulls himself away from the other. with having teased izumi enough for being the one to bring a cat home — really, leo would’ve thought he’d be the one to do that, not izumi — leo turns his sights towards the said creature.

he reaches over and scoops the cat up easily. she squirms a little, back legs not having any support, but other than that, she stays in his hold even with how loose it is. used to the heft of little john, leo is almost surprised by how light the cat is, but then again, it makes sense with how small she is. she’s definitely out of the kitten stage, not fully grown, but still, she seems rather small. 

“would you hold her like you’re supposed to?” izumi cuts in.

“i was going to,” leo mumbles, bringing her closer to cradle her to his chest. she moves in his arms, putting her little paws against his chest to look up at him, sniffing curiously. for being a stray, she’s oddly calm at being held.

izumi must be reading his mind or something because he says, “i think she was someone’s pet at some point.” when leo looks over, izumi is looking down at the cat before his eyes flick up to him. “there’s a few other strays around there, but none of them come close to people, but she came right up to me the other day. she’s so small i don’t want her stuck out there.”

leo stares down at her. he supposes she doesn’t have to worry about where she came from when she already found herself a new home. he rubs his thumb against her back. “now she just needs a name, right?” 

there’s a strange but brief expression on izumi’s face that leo can’t exactly name, though it quickly shifts into something closer to… relief? had izumi been worried that he’d say no?

“mmhm. we aren’t naming her after little john before you even say anything.”

a laugh bubbles out of leo. “of course not. there’s only one little john and she’s back in japan.” the cat wiggles in his arms, having grown bored. she reaches up to pull at one of his hoodie strings, gnawing on the ends of it once its close enough to herself. “what to name you,” he muses.

“while you’re thinking about that, i’m going to the pet store to get some things for her.”

“you didn’t stop on the way home?”

“no,” he says, then adds a bit sheepishly, “i didn’t know how she would do on the bus, so i didn’t want to stay out with her for too long.”

leo giggles, trying to suppress his smile when izumi narrows his eyes at him. “i’ll keep an eye on her, i promise.”

in the midst of trying to think of a name, leo hardly notices when izumi gently nudges his head up, fingers curled under his chin. he does notice, however, when izumi bridges the short distance between them to kiss him quick and sweet. izumi’s lips are soft against leo's somewhat chapped ones, but there's no surprise there; it's the way most of their kisses go. though this time, it feels a bit like a thank you, a kiss of gratitude and other things left unsaid. 

blinking his eyes open once izumi pulls back — leos’s not even sure when he’d closed his eyes in the first place — the only think leo sees is the warm look izumi is giving him. it makes him feel tingly in a good way; it makes his fingers twitch for a pen and some paper.

“i’ll be back,” izumi says, hand moving to once again find the cat’s head.

“okay,” leo replies, still catching up on the fact that izumi had kissed him on the middle of their kitchen floor. luckily, it doesn’t take long for it to click. not wanting to move seeing as the cat has made herself comfortable in his hold, leo tilts his head towards izumi, hoping he gets the message.

with a quiet sigh that seems more embarrassed than irritated, izumi leans back in and kisses him again, just as soft and careful as the first time. when izumi goes to shift away this time, leo follows to press a quick peck against his lips, a proud little smile on his face as he shifts back.

“love you,” leo says, amused by the light pink high on izumi’s cheeks. he knows he probably looks the same if the faint heat at the back of his neck means anything.

izumi glances away, first down to the floor at the forgotten piece of yarn, then to the cat quietly purring in leo’s arms before finally looking back up at him. “love you too.”

leo’s smile only grows as does the urge to compose. “don’t take too long or she’ll end up with a weird name.” it's far more of a promise than a threat.

with a huff and fond eye roll, izumi gets up off the floor and makes sure to dust off his clothes. leo knows from experience how clean their floors are, so there’s definitely nothing on him aside from some cat hair, but he doesn’t say that. “believe me, i know how you name things, so she’s bound to get a weird name,” izumi says, loosely ruffling leo’s hair on the way out of the kitchen.

listening to the distant noise of izumi putting his shoes and jacket on, leo lays back on the floor. with the movement, the cat shifts out of his arms. she briefly stretches, sharp little nails digging into his hoodie, before curling up on him, apparently content. 

now all he has to do is think of a name. which shouldn’t be that hard, right?

leo stares up at the ceiling long after the door closes when izumi leaves as he waits for inspiration to strike. thankfully it doesn’t evade him for much longer as the perfect name comes to mind.

“ah! i got it!”

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"leo-kun. we are not calling her that," izumi sighs out, stepping around leo still laying on the floor and setting the bags he'd brought in on the counter. 

"why not?" leo whines. “i think meowzart’s a wonderful name.”

izumi simply blankly stares down at him before shaking his head. “i thought you hate mozart,” he points out while going through what he’d bought.

“oh, i do,” leo replies easily. he sits up, meowzart having ditched him to circle izumi’s ankles as soon as he’d walked back into the kitchen. “but i don’t hate meowzart and she likes the name too, sena.”

“is that so?” izumi muses, tone disbelieving as he looks over the canned food in his hand.

taking that as a challenge, leo stands and picks meowzart up. holding her in front of his face, he says, “tell him, meowzart.” it takes a few seconds, but she does meow and then squirms, so he sets her back on the floor. “see, i told you she likes it.”

he can see the corners of izumi’s mouth twitch as he attempts to force down a smile. leo internally cheers, knowing he’s won.

“i guess she does,” izumi belatedly agrees despite sounding like he still has some reservations about the name. “i won’t tell her it’s a dumb name if she likes it so much.”

leo gasps and grabs onto izumi’s shoulders, lightly shaking him. “it’s not a dumb name, sena. take it back.”

“leo-kun, stop shaking me,” izumi says, though he’s smiling and his voice is teetering on a laugh. “and fine, it’s not a dumb name. i guess it’s kind of cute.”

leo nods, his own smile starting to grow. “good ‘cause that’s the only one that she liked.” he steps closer and looks into the bags. “what’d you get her? it looks like a lot.”

“well, i got her some wet food since i don’t know when she ate last,” he starts, gesturing towards the small stack of cans on the counter. “i got her some toys too. oh, by the way, i scheduled her with the vet tomorrow. you’ll come with me, right?”

looking over the sheer amount of little toys stowed away in the bottom of one of the bags, leo says, “yeah, i’ll come so you don’t have to sneak her on the bus again.”

izumi clicks his tongue and bumps his hip against leo’s. “so annoying.” reaching into the toy bag, he pulls out two small bowls. “put some water in this. not too much, though,” he says, handing it to leo.

careful to not step on meowzart, leo takes care to avoid her on the way to the sink. as soon as the water starts running, though, she gains interest and trots over to him. she puts her paws up on the cabinet door, standing on her hind legs as she meows and reaches towards the noise.

rather than walk the bowl away from the sink since leo thinks he might actually trip over the cat, he sets it on the floor next to her. meowzart sits in front of the bowl and sniffs at the water, faintly purring as she starts to drink. leo pets her once before standing.

izumi, having gotten meowzart’s food ready in the meantime, sets the second bowl next to her. it doesn’t take her long to realize that it’s food as she eagerly switches to that bowl. izumi stays crouched next to her, gentle fingers petting down her spine as he watches her. “it looks like you really were hungry, huh?” izumi says, voice lilting up as he speaks to her. “sorry i didn’t have anything to give you earlier.”

leo leans back against the counter where izumi had been standing, content to watch the two of them on the floor. as izumi continues to talk to her, leo looks over what’s left for meowzart only to see a litter box and a little collar. “you didn’t get her a bed?”

“no, why would i? she’s sleeping with us,” izumi says, glancing over his shoulder. “and all the ones there were too big to try and carry with everything else anyway.”

leo’s not surprised by his insistence that meowzart will be sleeping with them. in all honesty, that had been what he was expecting. “even if she has fleas?”

izumi turns towards him, clearly offended. “she doesn’t have fleas.” he pauses, looking down at her. “at least i don’t think she does.”

“i guess we’ll find out tomorrow,” leo says with a shrug. he doesn’t really want to leave meowzart on her own to sleep in the apartment. what if she gets lonely during the night? they’ll just have to figure something out he guesses. he pulls a litter box out, setting the small bag of litter next to it.

“i can do that,” izumi says, standing. “i wanted to make sure she would eat first. i’ve been giving her whatever i have on me the past few days.”

knowing he’s teased izumi enough about the cat for today, leo keeps quiet on the thought of how sweet it is that he was feeding this little alley cat. “it seems like she’s settling in well,” he says instead.

izumi’s smile is soft as he gazes down at meowzart and then back over to leo. “i’m glad.”

the smile seems to be contagious as leo finds himself smiling too. “so am i.”

end notes: can you tell this was originally for izuleo week (and then vastly expanded on once I was enabled lmao) i have so many thoughts with meowzart in them so like. expect to see more of her eventually lol also she's a cream point cat btw

[skrunksthatwunk]

just found out rascal (babycat)'s been with his owner this whole time instead of my roommate which is. something. :|

[one-half-guy]

Thinking here about the theory that Gold were originally from the future of Blaze's dimension...

That would be soooo sad and tragic: She didn't only spent over a decade out of her birth dimension, she spent ⅔ of her life out of her "home" dimension, she was raised in this other dimension so that's the place she can call home, no hope of ever return to her original world because in the last time she saw her original world, it was being frozen at time, being petrified in an expression of terror for eternity, entirely by a huge and powerful monster.

Onyx City is, with all its defects, the home she knows that is not destroyed and beyond salvation. The place where she built lasting and solid memories, the world she adapted to live in, the home that there's a hero to protect...

At this point, she has no reason to look for a way to fix her original world, and even if it was possible, she has no reason to go back...

Meanwhile someday the Genesis Portal take the Team Psych to Blaze's world... And so? That world is nothing like the few she remembers, she wouldn't recognize... She would never be able to learn that this beautiful world full of life she's standing in for this moment will be, in a couple of centuries foward, the stage of the apocalypse that she witnessed around 10 years ago... She will NEVER know...

"Wow Silver, this friend of yours lives in a pretty nice kingdom around here." THIS KINGDOM WILL BE EITHER FROZEN IN A EXPRESSION OF TERROR OR DEVOURED FROM THE TIMELINE IN ABOUT 2 CENTURIES!!! But you'll never know...

Unless some Blaze's descendant around in the future is able to harness the power of the Sol Emeralds, so is able to fight back the Second Devourer... What means that the time passed there as well and everyone she knew learned to live without her...

Anyway, in either scenarios an adaptation would be hard and could be seem as "pointless": In a hand, if they couldn't fight back at first and the world just could be restored now, the time has not passed to them, Gold changed a LOT and is basically a stranger to these people that she remembers near to nothing about; In other hand, in case they could fight back and defeat the beast, this whole world might have changed too much from the few she could recall, nobody and nothing is the same as she can remind even if it's vaguely...

In both hands, she has already adapted to call Onyx City "home", the people she knows and learned to trust live in there...

[ronnyraygun]

I can make GK sooooooo much sadder than it has to be.

[Check the Tags]

[vole-mon-amour]

In all fairness, if people that I called friends and trusted to be by my side plotted behind my back and then betrayed me by 1) trying to kill me the first time (moxxi, i swear to god—) 2) when that didn't work, semi trying to kill or at least injure me by punching an entire vault relic into my face so hard that it left a burning scar and only one seeing eye, I, too, probably would call them bandits and want revenge. Lilith got it easy with the collar Jack made her wear for, like, one hour at worst.

[oh-meow-swirls]

i am extremely excited for m08 to come out. even though i might not be able to even watch it for a few days-

[stumblngrumbl]

bb esme

[synchlora]

and so it happens once more