#cat with cucumber coded

[theofficialfrogni]

TADC spoilers under cut

Took me an unGODLY amount of tries but fiNALLY

I captured Scaredy-Cat Jax kakwkwnsndn

[dailyjadenep]

magical girls!

[tinfoil-jones]

I'm loving your cat coded Ford <3

I wasn't sure how to answer this, but The Artist Has Spoken:

"Watchdog Ford is a German Shepherd guard dog, while Jerk Ford is a feral old cat that picks fights a lot in the neighborhood."

[Watchdog Ford / StCMO AU by @nowimjustastranger]

"This is my cat Stanford! Don't pet him though, he only likes me."

(Really, don't try to pet him if you aren't Stanley)

"Stanford, this is attempted manslaughter. Stop."

[Art by @tearosepedall]

(The irony of this is that Jerk Ford is actually enemies with the Ford from a Cat Dimension, because Cat Ford sent him to cat jail, and yeah he broke out easily because he's a human and the cat jail was made for cats; but its the principle of the matter. In retaliation, he infested the Cat version of NYC with invasive cucumbers).

[iwasnotaslasher]

That adorable post about Bruce turned into a cat made me think about that video about a dog in their owner's lap, looking at him enamored while he's working at his pc (clearly so Bruce/dog!Clark coded)

And now I present to all of you Superbat beloved shippers this sort-of-crack prompt for a story in three parts:

1) Due to some Hal's mistake during a mission, Bruce is turned into a black cat and the whole JL have to find a way to turn him back to human. Which is complicated enough, but on top of that the cat himself is damn feral, hissing and scratching and biting at everyone. Only Clark is able to deal with him: he can even pick him up and cat!Bruce lets him pet him, much for Clark delight.

Alfred too can deal with him, but more because the cat seems to be scared of him. Of course the Batkids are taking all the eveidences to blackmail Bruce in the future, like photos of him licking clean his own butt or a video of him springing in fear for a cucumber... or another one of him purring loudly and making bisquits in Clark's lap.

They finally manage to turn Bruce back human, but as a counter-effect now...

2) ...Clark is turned into a dog!

The whole JL goes back working again to the issue, this time trying to not have any counter-effect backfiring. Meanwhile they can't help but enjoy the dog version of Clark he likes to play friendly with everyone and is overly happy with every cuddle he recieves. But no one can compete with Bruce: the dog litterally melts whenever he sees him, whining and wagging his tail and heart-eyeing him. Bruce shows up and the dog follows him like a shadow. Bruce fake to be annoyed by so much clinginess, but he secretly enjoys it so much: when he thinks no one is watching he even lets the dog jump into his lap and cuddles him, giving him little treats and having in excenge little kisses... and so on.

The Batkids teach the dog so many tricks and again they record everything... of course even the moments with Bruce. When the JL finds a way to turn back Clark into a human, someone records Bruce sulking silently in the background.

3) With Clark back human again, they both need some time to readjust. The problem is that Bruce seems so depressed now (well, more than usual) and Clark is worried for him. So he tries to talk with him (they are friends! he needs to help him! what's happening?!) but Bruce doesn't want to open with him. Well, Clark is having none of this! So, in an extreme effort to find a way connect with Bruce, and recalling how he was so happy when Clark jumped on his lap to cuddle, one day he does exactly that.

He sits on Bruce lap, looking at him adoringly just like he did when in dog form. Bruce is shocked. Clark take advantage of his state to lick at his chin. Bruce is even more shocked (and slightly aroused). Clark takes the hint and lays his head in the crook of his neck, sighing contently. Bruce overcome the shock and cuddles him back, humming (purring???) satsfied.

Kisses and loves confessions follows.

Batkids and some of the JL in the background excenge bet money.

Someone asks if anyone has seen Hal: he's gone the since the day Clark was turned back human. No one has idea... maybe he left for a over world mission? Cue J'onn scanning the area and finding him in greenbug form, entrapped into a glass jar and locked into the Cave. He telepathically asks Bruce to be honest and free him, since his mistake led to him to find love. Bruce telepathically flips him off and keeps making out with Clark.

The End

[frogofthenorth]

Almost didn't finish reading the ask lmao. BUT I DID! I just wanted to also share pictures of my cat, Chris. Anyway how about a Tango? He is very cat coded. But specifically the kind that get spooked by cucumbers.

Tango getting scared by cucumber 👍

[porcelaininkpot]

this just occurred to me randomly when i was getting ready for school but listen-

Lemony Snicket's i love you poem but it's porter and treasures (more accurately porter to treasure)

"I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as the starfish loves a coral reef and as kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccini and ats the horseradish loves the miyagi, and the pepperoni loves the pizza. I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness of the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written.

I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp... I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguished and rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close... I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don't marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else--and i will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way."

NO ITS SO INTIMATE AND TENDER I SEE THE VISION

Deffo late stage Porter and Treasure because at this point I think both of them would react to the word 'love' the way cats react to cucumbers

[jiniret-writings]

Spa Nights with Felix

The recent skz code was so cute! I think I'm gonna do one of these for all of the members!

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Warnings: None

Other Members' Parts:

Bangchan || Leeknow || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Felix || Seungmin || I.N

Spa nights with Felix were a weekly thing

Even when your schedules got super hectic, you always made sure to carve out time for a spa night to de-stress and just be around each other.

They'd usually happen at your place since even the cuties-dorm can get hectic, but on the chance that you have it as his place, at least one of the other members joins in as well!

You always start by putting his hair up. Especially since it's gotten so long, you use this chance to put one of the cute clips you ordered into his hair.

He always insists on pampering you first.

He's one insistent chick.

He's so gentle with you. He'd align the face mask perfectly and smooth it out with so much care to make sure every inch of your face was covered.

Massage king

Gentle massages while you did your mask were a must

It's just his way of showing he cares for you so much

When it was his turn, he'd be a little menace. He'd tickle your sides and make you laugh sooo much

Mr. Poutty would pucker his lips the SECOND his mask was secured, you can't convince me otherwise.

If you try to put cucumbers on his face, he'd try to eat them

Once everything's been applied, you'd put on your guys' show and start watching, but then at some point your attention would go from the show to each other

After all, there's no better place to gossip, rant, and air out everything that happened that week than a spa night.

His full attention was on you no matter what you were talking about.

He's such an engaged listener, you'd have reactions for every point you'd bring up.

He'd talk about all the antics the boys had been up to and anything that was randomly on his mind.

Did ANYONE habitually call it a foon?

If the chicken came first, was it scared when it laid an egg?

How much would a cat bite hurt?

The world is full of mysteries and yongbok was plagued with questions.

You'd end the night in each others arms, whispering about your plans for the next week and trying to make date plans.

Its a super sweet time with a comfortable end

I hope you enjoyed! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! I hope to have the other members' out in the next few days! As always, have a great morning, afternoon, evening, and night <3

-Jini

[chatsukimi]

Types of people as friends of mine

*when you can’t help but appreciate the people in your life

Romantic: bubbly laugh with crying eyes, childish jokes, spontaneous, shy, anime + manga list on post it note, hopeless romantic, indecision, short attention span, funny, curly hair, beautiful-oblivious, dark circles under eyes from sleepless nights, inferiority complex, doodles, follows rules by authority, nice, childhood crush’s sunflowers on drawer

Cynic: witty, warm hands, loyal fists, courageous, family over everything, secrets + facts, strong gaze, pencil scribbles on table, wrestling a sibling, cucumbers, competitive, computer games in class, sunlight, touches (aggressive and gentle), mothering, dependent and independent, middle child, joking gaslighting, uncommon common sense, unbelievable life stories, religious, competitive, caring, inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times, middle fingers at one’s enemies, bass beat of a club

Pessimist: dyed blue-black hair, alternative, black eyeliner, 50000 tabs open, murmurs, Six of Crows, morse code on revision sheet, silence, round glasses, stuttering laugh, mystery novels, K-drama, “mysterious”, burnt out gifted only child, introverted, drapes pride flag as a cape, pining for childhood heroes, leather jackets, fresh smell of books, fireplace, apathetic face, shares a brain cell with the romantic

Realist: golf on Sundays, maths equations, pushover, bathroom science experiments, critical, parental expectation, wine events, stubborn, slow words, slouching to hear others, gifted kid, jealousy, reliable, cursive text, sheltered, scathingly sarcastic, explanations to friends about school, hard working, overthinking

Absurdist: charismatic, midnight gym sessions, mimics friends’ movements, trespasses, calls of their name, independent, everyone likes them, knowing smiles, pull ups on a goal post, black cat, nights off the face of the earth, intellectual what-ifs, playful eyes (long periods of eye contact), chill, “that’s fine”, peaceful, coffee coffee coffee, dreams, doing before thinking, thrill-seeking, logical, music tastes reloading, direct, brave, reckless

Optimist: messy handwriting, cold hands, expensive coats handed down from family, intuitive phrases, distant, empty smiles, raised eyebrow, talking with strangers, flares of genius, will one day change the world, wandering into unmapped countryside, early mornings, passionate arguments on politics, leader, odd, emotion felt through piano, hopping on the spot, open-minded, ambitious, forgetful, sleeps in class, visionary, confident, “intelligent but insane”

Deontologist- smile of a little kid, teacher’s pet, anxious when imperfect, chocolate gelato at family movie nights, polite, golden retriever, righteous anger, serious gaze, baritone, supportive parents, fair but vindictive, polyglot, musicals, lover not a fighter, simple life, hidden past (turned success story), Mediterranean beaches, commitment, accepting, holds open doors, gifts from Europe, worried for optimist's happy-go-lucky attitude

[eyelessfog]

yes exactly

🗡️ or 🐅 (fighting habits/character habits) about false

she used to be best with a spear but as of recent she’s gotten best with a sword since that’s what she uses most now. she prefers keeping her distance but if she gets close she’s fucking barreling in. like she’s hitting you until you have to start walking backwards to avoid her

character habits,,, she is a woman who will sprawl over a large surface area if she can. she Will just lie down on your table if its in the direct line of the sun. ren’s tripped over her on the floor before.

[alcedeerie]

hey quick question what in the world is going on over in qsmp? (you can infodump all you want to if you'd like)

okay so in recent news from the Island:

resident wet cat skeleton man came back from getting extremely lost to his loving husband and son

an emo dude’s AI-based alter is coming back from the Code Dimension and is sending cryptic messages in binary

french cucumber warrior has picked a fight with a scary binary code monster because he stole its overpowered shield and they’re gonna have a deathmatch about an hour from now

the resident sad genderfluid detective whose entire family went missing under mysterious circumstances is turning into one of the said scary code monsters because the Unethical Island Mystery Government fucked up his parasite removal surgery really badly

a french-speaking swiss duck woman found out she was actually raised by said Unethical Island Mystery Government as a child but escaped

unethical island mystery government does trauma-inducing experiments on a duck man, leaving him unable to read and with severe amnesia

New people have arrived! They were frozen in ice after breaking out of a prison!

amogus

oh, also did I mention the furry club i definitely feel like i should mention the furry club

[phighterpacks]

pack 003: slingshot ! [ premade ]

Names: Sling, Blu, Bounce, Spring, Chase, Aciano, Baker, Whimsy, Chime Genders: Attrifluid Boy, Genderfloren, Croy, Virtualboyic, Transmasculine Pronouns: He/Him | They/Them | Hum/Hums | Shoot/Shoots | Screen/Screens | Ae/Aer | Ve/Ven | Treat/Treats | Coff/Coffee | Blue/Blues | 💙/💙s Orientation: NWLNW Asexual Hyperromantic Omniplatonic Species: Inphernal / Demon with cat-like traits Age: 22-23 Source: Slingshot from Phighting! Roles: Emotionalist, CatXenoRole, Interpreter, Pacifier Kintypes: Bluehearted, Serval Kin, Cat Therian Typing Style: Generally normal, albeit leaves in little cat emoticons whenever possible, as well as forgoing most normal grammar. "Come on.. ":3 we got this!! no need to be stressing abt it when we can focus on it now! >:3!" Signoff: -💙🐱, -🍪🐾, -🥛 🐈 Personality Traits: Overconfident, Social, Excitable, Extroverted, Kind, Naive Personality Description: A constantly on the move and talkative baker, Sling is always here for others! Blu may sometimes go over treat's limit, but shoot always knows when to calm down. Coff can sometimes go over the top with his confidence, but ve often calms down after a while and offers anyone who had to deal with aer nonsense a free cookie. Likes: Talking to others, baking, coffee in the morning, warm milk, creating things, knitting, practicing with friends, meeting new people, welcoming in others Dislikes: Loud noises, being spooked by others, cucumbers, being tripped, hatred against therians, being seen as bad, aggressive dogs

Trivia:

Often gets excited at just the smell of baking sweets, it reminds him of home!

Likes to look into psychology and things similar to that as a pastime, but isn't actually interested in those fields.

Binge-watches baking shows in order to learn more about what he can do, or to just criticize the bakers.

Has meow stims! Sometimes he can grumble when upset as well.

Kicks his feet when excited. He gets embarassed about it very frequently, though. Hex Code: #6b99e8 Memories: Baking things with his friends, participating in phights, facing off against others, protecting his friends, exploring Thieves Den Outfit Style: Casual is best, in his eyes; or just simply anything comfortable yet stylish! Birthday: June 4th Banner: Playlist:

Come Along by Cosmo Sheldrake

Vending Machine of Love by The Stupendium

The Whole World & You by Tally Hall

Its Alright by Mother Mother

Honeywell by Clem Turner

Do It All The Time by IDKHOWBUTTHEYFOUNDME Source Relations:

Extremely fond of the rest of the Thieves Den phighters, considers them family and often gives them discounts whenever possible.

A bit scared of most of the other phighters-- especially Banhammer and Subspace. He avoids them a lot.

ICON CREDITS credit1 credit2

[lensman-arms-race]

Very silly idea

So a lot of us agree that the TVs are cat-coded (aloof assholes but secretly cuddly, etc.)

What if

They get startled by cucumbers on the floor

[animalcrossingshowdown]

Furniture items and sets round 1 results:

Items:

Froggy chair 90.6% / Leo sculpture 9.4%

Mush lamp 83.9% / Cancer table 16.1%

Mom's homemade cake 77.9% / Skull rug 22.1%

Afternoon-tea set 76.4% / My Melody clock 23.6%

Star clock 75.2% / Anatomical model 24.8%

Lily record player 74.7% / Scattered papers 25.3%

Dried-flower garland 72.6% / Rose bed 27.4%

Virgo harp 70.2% / Rescue mannequin 29.8%

Wooden music box 70.1% / Bathtub with yuzu 29.9%

Snail clock 69.1% / Imperial dining table 30.9%

Spooky cookies 67.8% / ACNH Nintendo Switch 32.2%

Plain party-lights arch 67% / Cinnamoroll sofa 33%

Moon 67% / Hyacinth lamp 33%

Greenhouse box 66.4% / Soft-serve lamp 33.6%

Dreamy rabbit toy 66% / Elephant slide 34%

Crescent-moon chair 65.2% / Retro stereo 34.8%

Toy duck 65% / Lovely phone 35%

Dreamy wall rack 61.7% / Throwback skull radio 38.3%

Lucky cat 59.2% / Decayed tree 40.8%

Tiny library 59.2% / Kerokerokeroppi bridge 40.8%

Fortune-telling set 59.2% / Cucumber horse 40.8%

Resetti model 58.5% / Titan arum 41.5%

Wheat field 55.1% / Zodiac dragon figurine

Paper tiger 54.5% / Colorful juice 45.5%

Cherry-blossom pond stone 54.4% / Rocket lamp 45.6%

Hamster cage 53.5% / Monster statue 46.5%

Starry garland 53.3% / Bonsai shelf 46.7%

Balloon-dog lamp 52.2% / Eggplant cow 47.8%

Creepy skeleton 52.2% / Elaborate kimono stand 47.8%

Mom's plushie 52% / Pergola 48%

Peach chair 51.1% / Dessert case 48.9%

Rattan towel basket 50.9% / Cherry-blossom branches 49.1%

1 ) I can't believe you guys voted out lovely phone, the entire reason I'm adding functions to these posts, in round 1

2 ) I can't believe you guys voted out cherry-blossom branches, the item that was positioned as second most likely to win based on number of submissions, in round 1

Sets:

Spooky 89.1% / Throwback 10.9%

Motherly 84.9% / Kiddie 15.1%

Shell 83.1% / Chess 16.9%

Sloppy (classic) 83.1% / Sloppy (ACNH) 16.9%

Rococo 81.6% / Elegant 18.4%

Insect 81.4% / Mario 18.6%

Glowing moss 78.2% / Ruined 21.8%

Mermaid 77.6% / Harvest 22.4%

Cute 76.3% / Lovely 23.7%

Modern 71.9% / Construction 28.1%

Ironwood 71.5% / Hello Kitty 28.5%

Fish 71.5% / Plaza 28.5%

Sweets 70.6% / My Melody 29.4%

Alpine 70.2% / Nordic 29.8%

Stars 69.6% / Gorgeous 30.4%

Cherry blossoms 68.5% / Blue 31.5%

Rattan 67.1% / Astro 32.9%

Flower 66.7% / Diner 33.3%

Fruit (ACNH) 66.7% / Fruit (classic) 33.3%

Antique 65.6% / Classic 34.4%

Modern wood 62.7% / Green 37.3%

Log 62.6% / Cabin 37.4%

Princess 62.6% / Card 37.4%

House plants 61.5% / Kerokerokeroppi 38.5%

Ranch (ACNH) 60.7% / Ranch (classic) 39.3%

Dreamy 58.3% / Wedding 41.7%

Mush (classic) 55.1% / Mush (ACNH) 44.9%

Patchwork (classic) 54.6% / Patchwork (ACNH) 45.4%

Kiki & Lala 53.9% / Moroccan 46.1%

Regal 51.2% / Cinnamoroll 48.8%

Robo 51% / Cardboard 49%

Gracie 50.6% / Imperial 49.4%

As you can see I've colour coded the sets by game. NL is pink, NH is blue, and sets that didn't really change between games are purple.

For the redesign matches, it was an even split between NH and NL. out of 10 redesign matches, they each won 5.

It's easier for me if all the new polls post in a row with no gaps between, so round 2 will start in a few days to give the hourly tournament a chance to catch up! This should be the only round where I have to do that.

[loeyshine]

The Way I Loved You

Epitome Book

•*⁀➷pairing: chanyeol x fem reader

Theme: teenage nostalgia, romance angst, exes to lovers again, unsaid love, perfect relationship. “You're so in love that you act insane and that's the way I loved you”

Description: his love? respectful, comforting, and safe. But yours? intoxicating, rebellious, loud. He is totally perfect, but I wish I knew that you were always the perfect one for me.

Playlist: the way i loved you — taylor swift

Chapter 1: Picture-Perfect

Everyone says I’m lucky.

Jisoo is the perfect boyfriend. He picks me up for school in his spotless car, brings me flowers “just because,” and always texts back within minutes. He listens patiently, even when I ramble about things like nail polish shades and my cat’s weird obsession with cucumbers.

And he never yells. Never slams a door. Never breaks plans. He’s steady. Safe. A dream boyfriend, according to every girl in school.

But sometimes, in the middle of a perfect date, my heart aches for something else.

For someone else.

Someone who wasn’t perfect.

But made me feel alive.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Chapter 2: Lightning and Thunder

His name still burns like a melody in my chest.

Chanyeol.

He was the boy your parents warned you about. The lead guitarist in the school band, late to class, quick with a joke and even quicker with a wink. He smelled like peppermint gum and rebellion. His hoodie always smelled like campfire smoke and a little bit of trouble.

We weren’t the couple people expected. I was student council vice president. He got suspended twice. I color-coded my notes. He doodled dragons in his math homework.

But when we were together... the world stopped spinning in the usual way. It tilted. It rushed. He made me feel like I was standing in the middle of a thunderstorm, heart thumping, breath stolen, soaked in something too wild to define.

We laughed until we cried. Fought like fire and gasoline.

Kissed like it was the last moment on Earth.

But fire burns.

And he left. Or maybe I did.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Chapter 3: Memory Lane

Tonight’s the Spring Dance.

Jisoo’s tie matches my dress. He tells me I look “elegant” the exact word he used last time. He holds my hand gently, smiles at my parents, and leads me to the dance floor.

Everything is right.

But then the gym doors open.

And in walks the storm.

Chanyeol.

Leather jacket. Messy hair. A cocky smirk that hits me like a punch to the chest.

My breath catches. My hands go cold.

And just like that, I’m seventeen again, falling hard for the boy who drove me crazy and made me feel everything.

He doesn’t see me at first. But when he does

Oh God.

That half-smile.

That haunted look like he’s seeing a ghost he used to love.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Chapter 4: The Way I Loved You

Later, in the hallway, I find myself alone. Just for a second.

Then a voice behind me.

“You still wear lavender,” he says. “I remember.”

I turn, heart racing.

“I thought you left,” I whisper.

He shrugs. “I tried.”

We don’t touch. But the air between us feels like a live wire.

“You look good,” he adds.

“You look... like trouble,” I shoot back.

He grins. “Some things never change.”

We laugh. Just once. But it hurts, because it’s not the same.

I have Jisoo now. He doesn’t make me cry. Or scream. Or stay up all night replaying every word.

But he doesn’t make my heart race, either.

Not like this.

Not like Chanyeol.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Chapter 5: Goodbye Again

When I return to the gym, Jisoo hands me a drink and smiles.

I smile back.

He’s perfect. I know that.

But as we dance, my mind drifts to a boy with calloused fingers and a laugh that used to echo in my bones.

And for just one moment, I let myself remember what it was like to love someone the way I loved Chanyeol.

Wild. Reckless. Beautiful.

A little bit broken.

But mine.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Flashback Scene

It was raining so hard I could barely see the road, but I didn’t care.

My phone was blowing up Chanyeol (3 missed calls), Chanyeol (7 texts) each one more furious than the last.

And I was just as angry. Just as broken. Just as reckless.

I slammed open the door of the convenience store, my hair soaked and sticking to my face. And there he was.

Chanyeol.

Standing there with his hoodie dripping, his jaw tight, and his eyes stormy like the night sky outside.

"You weren’t answering," he said, voice low but shaking. "I thought something happened—"

"You think I wanted to talk to you after the way you embarrassed me in front of everyone today?"

"You embarrassed yourself, Y/N!" he shot back. "You always do this run away, act like I’m the villain, like I didn’t—"

"You yelled at me in front of your bandmates!”

"Because you were flirting with that transfer guy like I was invisible!"

"You know I wasn't!"

"Then why the hell did it feel like it?!"

We were both screaming now.

The cashier ducked behind the counter. A couple grabbing ramen paused mid-step. But we didn’t care. It was always like this. Raw. Loud. Too much.

And then, just like always, he stepped forward.

And I didn’t back away.

His hands cupped my face. His breath was ragged.

"I hate fighting with you," he whispered. "But I hate not talking to you more."

"You drive me crazy," I hissed.

"I know." His forehead pressed against mine. “But I can’t breathe without you.”

And right there, in the middle of the store, with the rain pounding behind us and our hearts still racing from the fight,

he kissed me.

Hard. Messy. Desperate

It was stupid. It was wild.

It was us.

Present Day

Jisoo never yells.

He always lets me win the argument, even when I don’t deserve to.

We never fight in public. We talk things through calmly.

He kisses my forehead, not my lips.

It’s peaceful. It’s mature. It’s healthy.

But sometimes, at 2 a.m., when he’s asleep and I’m staring at the ceiling...

I whisper your name, Chanyeol.

And curse it.

Because God, I miss screaming.

And fighting.

And kissing in the rain.

So in love that I acted insane.

Because that...

that was the way I loved you.

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

Chapter 6: Sparks Reignite

The last person I expected to see leaning against my locker on a random Thursday afternoon was Park Chanyeol.

But there he was.

Hands shoved into his jacket pockets. That same lazy, infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me just by standing there.

“What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep my voice flat, my heart steady. Failing at both.

He tilted his head. “You forgot your umbrella at the dance.”

I blinked. “You came all the way here... for an umbrella?”

He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d drop it off. And maybe ask why you looked like you saw a ghost the other night.”

“I didn’t.”

“Liar.”

I hated how he could read me. Still. Like no time had passed at all.

“Don’t do this,” I muttered. “You don’t get to waltz back into my life like nothing happened.”

“You think I haven’t thought about you every goddamn day?”

My breath hitched.

“You moved on, Chanyeol.”

He stepped closer. His voice dropped lower.

“You think Jisoo makes you feel the way I did?”

I froze.

“That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” His eyes burned into mine. “You’re telling me you never think about it? About us? The nights we stayed out until sunrise? The fights? The way we’d kiss after like we couldn’t breathe without each other?”

“You made me cry, Chanyeol.”

“You made me insane, Y/N. I was in love with you. I still—”

He stopped himself. Took a breath. “But maybe I just wasn’t good enough for you.”

I stared at him, my throat dry. My heart pounding like I was seventeen again, standing in the rain with tears and laughter mixing on my face.

“I’m with someone now,” I whispered.

“I know,” he said softly. “And he’s everything I never was.”

I nodded.

“But,” he added, stepping so close I could feel his warmth, “does he make you feel everything?”

The bell rang. Students surged around us. But the world blurred. There was only him.

Only the ache.

“I have to go,” I whispered.

He nodded, stepping back. But as I walked away, I heard him say it soft, wrecked, and real:

“That was the way I loved you.”

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Chapter 7: The Last Goodbye

The air smelled like summer and endings.

Graduation caps floated in the air. Flashbulbs burst like tiny fireworks. Students laughed and cried and hugged like they were breaking apart just to be put back together again.

Jisoo held my hand, smiling proudly. “We made it,” he whispered, his thumb brushing the back of my hand.

I smiled back. “Yeah. We did.”

He leaned in, kissed my forehead. Our families were a few feet away, snapping pictures. The picture-perfect ending to the picture-perfect high school story.

But my eyes drifted past the crowd.

And found him.

Chanyeol stood alone, cap in hand, gown wrinkled, posture loose like he didn’t care that this was the end. Like he had already said goodbye to this place a long time ago.

But he looked at me.

And for a moment, the noise faded.

The tassels, the speeches, the applause gone.

It was just him. And me.

And everything we never said.

I squeezed Jisoo’s hand. “I’ll be right back,” I murmured, already walking before he could ask why.

I found Chanyeol near the back field, where the parking lot met the tree line. The place where we used to sneak out during lunch. The place where he first kissed me under the bleachers.

He didn’t say anything as I approached. Just shoved his hands in his pockets and waited.

“This is it, huh?” I said quietly. “End of everything.”

“Nah,” he said. “Just the end of high school. The rest of it... that’s just beginning.”

I laughed softly. “You always made the future sound easy.”

“It’s not,” he replied. “Especially when you’re watching the person you love walk away.”

My heart squeezed. But I didn’t move.

“I chose him,” I said gently.

“I know.” He looked away, jaw tight. “He’s good to you.”

“He is.”

There was silence. Wind in the trees. The sound of someone popping a bottle of sparkling cider in the distance.

“I want you to be happy, Y/N,” he said finally. “Even if it’s not with me.”

“I know.”

He looked at me then. Really looked. And I saw it all of it.

The love.

The regret.

The storm we never outran.

“I’ll always miss the way we loved,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Even if it wasn’t right.”

He smiled sad and soft. “It was never supposed to be forever, was it?”

“No,” I said. “But it was real.”

We didn’t hug. Didn’t kiss.

That would’ve broken me.

So I just turned away, one last time, and walked back toward the boy waiting for me. The boy who gave me peace.

And behind me, the boy who gave me fire let me go.

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Chapter 8: A Different Kind of Silence

Four years later.

The city was loud, fast, and constantly glowing the kind of place where people wore headphones to avoid small talk and always walked like they were late for something.

I fit right in.

Twenty-two, working a corporate job I didn’t hate, in a high-rise building where everyone drank too much coffee and pretended sleep wasn’t a necessity.

Single.

Focused.

Trying to heal from a breakup that no one but me saw coming.

Jisoo and I ended quietly. No big fights. Just long silences and short conversations until it faded into something polite.

It wasn’t tragic.

Just empty.

And sometimes, I wondered if that kind of ending hurt worse.

It was raining that day. A light, steady drizzle not stormy like the nights I remembered from high school. Just soft, quiet.

I ducked into a bookstore café during lunch, desperate to escape the wet chaos outside. I grabbed a tea, pulled out my laptop, and looked up

and froze.

Across the room, in a denim jacket and a black beanie, flipping through the spine of a book with the same lazy grip I remembered too well, was Chanyeol.

He looked older. Sharper jaw. Slight stubble. A little taller, somehow.

But his eyes...

His eyes were exactly the same.

I watched him for a second too long, and when he looked up

Our eyes locked.

And just like that, the world stopped again.

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Chapter 9: So, We Meet Again

“Y/N?” he asked, walking over, voice half-disbelieving, half-smiling.

“Chanyeol.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to.

He laughed under his breath, ran a hand through his hair. “You look... like someone who definitely has a LinkedIn now.”

I laughed. “And you look like someone who still forgets to bring an umbrella.”

“Guilty,” he grinned.

We sat.

At first it was casual. Safe. Talking about jobs he worked at a sound production company, freelanced for indie musicians, still played guitar. I told him about my marketing role, the pressure, the expectations.

But eventually, we slipped.

“You still write when you’re sad?” he asked quietly.

My heart stuttered. “Sometimes. You still make playlists for people you love?”

His smile faltered. “No one stuck around long enough.”

Silence.

He stirred his coffee. I stared at my tea.

“You look happy,” he said finally.

“I’m getting there,” I replied honestly. “You?”

He looked at me like he was about to say something that would ruin me. But instead, he just said,

“I’ve missed you.”

I swallowed. “We were young.”

“But it was real,” he said.

I nodded. “Yeah. It was.”

We didn’t say I still think about you.

We didn’t need to.

It was in the way he looked at me like no time had passed.

It was in the way my heart still beat out of rhythm when he smiled.

But we were adults now. The world wasn’t the same. We weren’t the same.

And yet... maybe that was the point.

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Chapter 10: Almost, Again

We exchanged numbers.

No dramatic confessions. No promises. Just a quiet “let’s catch up sometime,” like two people pretending not to feel something bigger simmering under the surface.

But he texted me the next day.

Chanyeol:

Still thinking about that bookstore. Want to grab dinner sometime? No pressure. Just… I missed talking to you.

I stared at the screen too long before replying.

Me:

Yeah. I’d like that.

We didn’t fall into old patterns.

We didn’t pretend we hadn’t hurt each other.

Instead, we started over.

He picked a cozy ramen place tucked away in a side alley. I wore a black coat and left my hair down the way he used to like it, though I didn’t tell him that.

We talked.

About work. About music. About what it felt like to grow up and realize that not all first loves were meant to be forever... but some never really *left* you either.

There was no screaming.

No thunder.

Just him, smiling softly over his bowl, saying, “I still remember how you hate mushrooms, by the way. I ordered around them.”

My heart cracked a little at that.

Because even after all these years,

he remembered.

After dinner, we stood outside. The rain had stopped, but the pavement was still shining.

He looked at me like he wanted to say something dangerous.

“You ever think,” he murmured, “about what would’ve happened if we hadn’t let go?”

“Sometimes,” I admitted. “But we were a mess.”

“We were fire,” he corrected.

I smiled. “We almost burned each other down.”

He stepped closer. Not touching. Just near enough to feel.

“But now?” he asked. “We’re older. Wiser. Less flammable.”

I looked up at him. The boy I once loved like a storm now stood in front of me, calm. Patient.

The same heart.

But steadier hands.

“So what are we now?” I asked.

His smile was quiet. “Whatever you’re ready for.”

And for the first time in a long, long time...

I felt ready.

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Chapter 11: Something Like a Beginning

We didn’t rush it this time.

There were no impulsive kisses in the rain, no midnight screaming matches, no dizzy makeups that blurred into messes again.

This time, Chanyeol called me after work just to hear about my day.

He sent me voice notes when I was too tired to talk. Silly ones. Soft ones.

He made playlists again only this time, they weren’t titled things like "Heartbreak Hotel" or "Songs That Make Me Think of Her."

One day, a file showed up in my inbox titled:

“for Y/N — now, not then.”

It was warm and slow, full of acoustic strings and breathy vocals. A little older, like us. A little wiser.

I sat on my apartment floor that night, my back against the couch, just listening with my eyes closed.

And I realized

I was falling in love again.

Not with the boy he used to be.

But with the man he had become.

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Chapter 12: The First Real Date

He didn’t try to impress me.

There were no rooftop restaurants, no candlelit dinners. Just a tiny vinyl shop in Hongdae and takeout dumplings eaten on the curb outside.

“You okay sitting on the street like this?” he asked, chewing thoughtfully.

“It’s perfect,” I said.

He smiled like that meant everything.

We talked about everything and nothing.

About how he still couldn't cook to save his life. About how I was thinking of quitting my job and going freelance. About how we both liked silence now, the kind that didn’t beg to be filled.

And then, as the sun set behind the buildings and the city lit up around us,

he reached for my hand.

Not like he was claiming me.

But like he was asking.

And this time, I said yes.

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Chapter 13: Home

It was late when he walked me home.

Outside my door, we lingered.

“I’m not gonna ask to come in,” he said, voice low. “Not yet.”

I leaned against the doorframe, my heart soft and steady.

“I know,” I whispered. “But I want to kiss you.”

He smiled.

“Then kiss me.”

So I did.

Not like before not rushed, or desperate, or like we had something to prove.

This kiss was slow. Familiar.

A breath.

A promise.

And when I pulled back, he whispered,

“I love the way we are now.”

I smiled, forehead resting against his.

“Me too.”

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Chapter 14: The Truth He Never Said

It was a quiet Sunday.

The kind where the city moved slower. Where you stayed in soft clothes all day and shared takeout straight from the boxes.

We were sitting on my couch me curled up with my feet under his thigh, him strumming an unplugged electric guitar absentmindedly, picking out a half-finished melody.

I reached for another dumpling and tossed him a glance.

“You ever think we’d get here again?” I asked, a little teasing. “You and me, doing nothing together… and it actually feeling good?”

He chuckled. “Honestly? No. I thought you’d forget me.”

I looked at him.

“I never forgot you, Chanyeol.”

He was quiet for a second. His fingers stilled on the strings. Then:

“I never dated anyone after you.”

My hand paused midair. “What?”

He leaned back, looking up at the ceiling like he was trying to find the right words somewhere between the plaster and the shadows.

“I mean, I tried,” he admitted. “Went on a few dates. Had a couple of almost-somethings. But… I couldn’t do it.”

I sat up a little. My heart beat harder.

“Why?” I asked, voice softer than I meant.

He turned to me then. Honest. Raw. Not hiding.

“Because they weren’t you.”

The air between us shifted.

“I didn’t want a ‘peaceful love’ or a ‘safe one,’” he said quietly. “I wanted you. Even when it hurt. Even when it was messy. And after we ended... it was like nothing else fit.”

I swallowed hard. “Chanyeol…”

He gave me a crooked smile. “It’s not a guilt trip. I just… I needed you to know. Back then, I was stupid. Immature. Angry at the world. But I never stopped loving you.”

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes not out of sadness, but from the sheer weight of what he was saying.

I reached for his hand, threading my fingers through his.

“You waited for me?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said with a soft laugh. “It just… happened.”

And in that moment, every version of us the teenage chaos, the heartbreak, the years apart folded into the space between our joined hands.

This was still love.

But now,

it was finally ready.

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Chapter 15: The Answer Was Always You

It happened on a normal day.

No fireworks.

No audience.

Just the two of us.

We had taken a weekend trip to the coast just for a break. The kind of quiet escape where the world didn’t need us for a little while. A little seaside town where no one recognized us, and time moved gently.

On the last evening, we walked along the shore barefoot, shoes in hand, salty breeze wrapping around us like a memory.

The sun was setting all gold and pink and slow.

Chanyeol had been quiet for most of the walk, fingers brushing mine now and then. I didn’t think anything of it. We were always like that now comfortable in the silences.

Then he stopped.

Turned to face me. Eyes soft. Nervous.

I tilted my head. “What?”

He looked like he was searching for air. Or maybe courage.

“You know I’ve loved you in every version of us, right?” he said, voice low.

I blinked. My chest tightened. “Chanyeol…”

“I loved you when we were young and stupid. I loved you when you walked away. I loved you when you walked back in. And I don’t want to spend another second wondering what comes next without you in it.”

And then slowly, reverently he dropped to one knee in the sand.

My breath caught.

He didn’t pull out some fancy ring box.

Instead, he pulled out a tiny velvet pouch the kind we saw at that antique market months ago, when I pointed to a ring and said quietly, “That one looks like it knows secrets.”

He remembered.

He always did.

“I don’t need perfect,” he said, voice shaking. “I just need you.Forever, if you’ll let me.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying.

I dropped to my knees with him, the waves just barely brushing our toes, and whispered,

“Yes. A thousand times, yes.”

He laughed, breathless with relief, and pulled me into his arms, the ring forgotten between us for a moment as he kissed me like he never wanted to let go again.

That night, we sat under a blanket on the porch of our rented cottage, watching the stars and drinking hot cocoa from mismatched mugs.

The ring felt weightless on my finger not because it wasn’t real…

But because it had always belonged there.

He looked at me with that same wild, beautiful fire in his eyes.

“I spent years wondering if I’d ever get another chance with you,” he said. “Now I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making sure I never lose it.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, eyes closing with a smile.

“You won’t,” I whispered.

And I meant it.

Because this time,

we were ready.

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Chapter 16: The Way I See You

(Chanyeol’s POV)

The late afternoon light filters through the living room window, casting long, lazy shadows across the floor.

I’m sitting on the couch, guitar resting against the arm, but I’m not playing.

Instead, I’m watching you.

You’re on the floor, your hair slightly messy from chasing after our little whirlwind of a daughter.

She’s laughing that pure, bubbling laugh that always fills the room and you’re tickling her, your eyes sparkling in that way that stopped my heart years ago.

There’s no script here. No stage. No audience.

Just you.

And her.

And the quiet chaos of home.

I catch the way your smile softens when she wraps tiny fingers around yours, the way you whisper something silly that makes her squeal.

I realize how much I love you not just the girl I fell for in the rain, or the woman who said yes on that beach.

But this the you I get to come home to.

You, who make ordinary moments feel like a song I want to play on repeat.

I never thought I could love someone more deeply than I did back then.

But here I am.

Falling again.

Every day.

Because you are my home.

My forever.

And the way I love you now?

It’s quiet.

It’s steady.

It’s everything.

[muchi13kitty]

Name: Fake Mead❁w

(His real name is Eddie)

Age: 118

Birthday: May 19 Gender: Girl ♀

She measure: 1.75cm Weight: 55kg

She speaks: Mexican 100%

(she speaks it very nice)

English 90%

Japanese 5% (when he speaks japanese his becomes like cinnamoroll from sanrio)

Italian 20%

She is half: Jack Russell terrier, abyssinian kitten, axolotl, weddell seal and a Little bit of human

powers: electrocute (only sometimes electrocutes) multiply (that is, make a million clones of himself) with his plasma from his hand he can launch a large rainbow thunder with butterfly sweet flowers kompeitō and cute things (something like things from Sanrio) he can also Heal anyone like their hug can also explode like a nuclear bomb. Those who have butterflies, many colors, flowers, etc. but it can start an apocalypse of joy where everything becomes beautiful, colorful and cheerful and can read your mind only sometimes can become is a lion called Shido that only turns into a lion on October 27 and ends on November 5

her skills: Fake Meadow knows how to play the trumpet, the saxophone, the violin and the piano she learns very quickly she knows how to cook very well she knows how to fly in her an old umbrella (yes she has an old umbrella but it allows her to fly very high like an airplane) she knows kung fu and taekwondo with 2 taekwondo kicks he is destroying you your face he can change on the walls and the ceiling he knows how to escape from trees and land on his feet like a cat he has the nose of a dog and knows a lot about smells he can smell blood like sharks if he If you cut off a leg or an arm, someone will quickly believe him. He knows many remedies to cure you. He can talk to animals and can understand any language, even alien language. His fangs have poison with a single crunch. You can die. He sometimes sucks a little blood knows how to do Morse code or sign language knows a lot about mathematics has an elephant's memory, that is, having a memorable memory capacity, being able to not forget anything knows how to write with cursive letters and can turn its head like an owl she can revive plants and flowers with a single touch She can dodge anything without making any movement and she has good aim, meaning she can hit anything from a distance she can break many things with her head she can break can make magic dust that can make anything fly up to the ticket box She knows how to do super epic parkour, she dances very cool, she can even break dance, she can also climb a rainbow and also find the end of the rainbow Fake Meadow can also turn into a can if a machine crushes her she will turn into a can.

You can tame with: heart-shaped cookies with jams candy-shaped candy and heart-shaped gummies (It's her favorite snacks)

She eats: apples carrots cucumbers bones I know of human animal or creatures frogs candy Taro waffles cookies meat pizza tortillas tacos tortilla chips nopales chops beef head hearts pears shrimp bread nachos grasshoppers (I'm from Mexico and here she eats grasshoppers like a snack) oranges grapes watermelon lemons (Fake Meadow doesn't taste sour to a lemon, it's like she's eating candy) pineapple piranhas fish sandwiches jam honey mangoes papayas prickly pears dragon fruit peanuts acorns hot sauces corn sunflowers pumpkins kiwi strawberries etc.

some facts about her: Fake Meadow has a skull and her skull is super hard and impossible to break something like the Pachycephalosaurus Fake Meadow likes to hug others and her hug is so relaxing that she can calm you down Fake Meadow is very kind and friendly no she has enemies, he is like a capybara, he also has great intelligence that has even surpassed a robot. Fake Meadow smells like flowers, honey and strawberries. Fake Meadow is very fast, he runs like a bullet in the air and he also knows how to fight very nice. Fake Meadow is an expert swimmer and can even live in water without any problem. Fake Meadow eats piranhas. Fake Meadow has two hearts, one is made with lollipops and the other is a realistic heart that marks the life of fake Meadow and we kill it and tear it out. Acquire two hearts, a virus will be activated like a zombie, only this is the virus of the joy (based on a Gumball episode that is my favorite) Fake Meadow becomes a kind of happy zombie Another thing if there is a zombie apocalypse and a zombie bites Fake Meadow she won't become one Fake Meadow's blood is pink with glitter and tastes very sweet like a caprisun his pink eye allows him to see lost things and dangerous things. no boss can't defeat Fake Meadow because of his great kindness

Her blue bow looks like candy but that bow serves as a key that can open something

This pair of giant cotton balls are called "Mopon~ ÑOM" they are very cute and one of the two has a bell inside but it is impossible to know which is which and which is not sometimes it rings on one side other times on the other but oh well These also have feelings and can be prey the same as Fake Meadow

It has a pocket that can store many things Fake Meadow in its pocket It has bandages Band-Aids It also has 2000s flip phone It also has a piece of Metal and a tentacle (Please remember these two objects) and Chips for robots. A curious fact about Fake Meadow is that every time he picks up something metallic or a robot, Fake Meadow gets sad and feels very nostalgic.

Inside his Fake Meadow chest he has a very powerful element that is kindness, it looks something like this

Fake Meadow belongs to the "Flower Clan" she is the boss who can be whatever she wants and make her own rules there no one will do you any harm unless you are a person like Pizzahead because you can stay like that

Fake Meadow hates people like pizzahead

Meadow canssidy she loves Fake Meadow very much because she is his best friend

THE LIFE OF THE FAKE MEADOW

In an abandoned laboratory lived a mad scientist who was a Lesbian and her name was Tesshi (Tesshi looks like Pizzahead) One day she wanted to do something new, so in a cloning machine she put a lot of Glitter. Powdered sugar, a lot of gum, a little Meadow's hair, tired human blood, human eyes, axolotl veins, a small drop of baby Weddell seal blood and finally a Jack Russell terrier puppy and an Abyssinian kitten When Fake Meadow came out of the cloning machine Tesshi named her D-234 the first few days Tesshi loved Fake Meadow but then Tesshi became crazier than she already was and started torturing Fake Meadow

torture 1: Beatings torture 2: Electrocuted torture 3: Stretch muscles torture 4: Beaten with whips torture 5: electric water or hot water like lava torture 6: Tests like rabbits torture 7: they gave him knives to swallow torture 8: dog muzzle torture 9: abuse (she was abused once a month) Tesshi forced Fake Meadow to do something she didn't want

a Fake Meadow fell into the depths of the abandoned laboratory where he lived

but a giant octopus appeared accompanied by a rabbit with robotic parts because of experiments that attacked Fake Meadow but Fake Meadow hugged the giant octopus and they became best friends every afternoon Fake Meadow went to play with her two best friends one they decided give names but they all had names from experiments the octopus was named milan the rabbit Ray and Fake Meadow Eddie but one day Millan fell ill with a mysterious illness Fake Meadow tried to revive him but it was too late and two minutes later Ray died and with a painful heart Fake Meadow tore a tentacle from Milan and tore a piece of metal from Ray to remember his friends. 2 best friends One night Fake Meadow had a deep dream where she was in a field, flowers, clouds, etc.(it was the direct path to heaven) but Tesshi was electrocuting Fake Meadow one day Tesshi made a mixture that had a lot of chlorine acid shampoo and other things Fake Meadow had a plan to escape from that place the plan was going well but Fake Meadow tripped on a screw and Tesshi was able to catch her and Tesshi injected the strange mixture into her eye and her eye turned pink and the vision became increasingly blurry and bloody. Then Tesshi put Fake Meadow to sleep and performed an operation, he opened Fake Meadow's chest and Tesshi put a clock in Fake's heart. That clock seems to Fake Meadow to be her state of life and so Fake Meadow was tortured for 15 years. Tesshi hurt her Fake Meadow for Love one day Meadow canssidy entered the abandoned laboratory and when Meadow was fighting Tesshi Fake Meadow told Meadow to please get her out of that damn hell Meadow canssidy save Fake Meadow and that damn place and they became best friends

THE END.

Another fact about fake Meadow is that she went to heaven 19 times but then came back alive

[ookyspookypip]

Thursday check in post

I'm fixing up my research question and thinking about what labels to use to code my data. I have: Do creator's choices in posting silly cats, cute cats, or cursed cats influence the amount of engagement through likes and shares?

I am also thinking about how to define those codes... I think they all have potential to fall into meme territory, but they are definitely different genres of memes. But let me know if these are good codes to use or how I could revise them. I tried to define them so there wouldn't be much crossover (a post falling into multiple categories).

Silly cats: Any image/video of a cat doing something moderately strange, but nothing impossible for a cat to do (ex- cat being scared of a cucumber, cat having a funny interaction with another animal, cat sitting in a funny position). Any text featured within the post is relevant to the post.

Cute cats/Literally just a cat: Any image/video of a typical cat, simply posted to show the cat, the actions of the cat are not in any way out of the ordinary.

Cursed cats: Any image/video of a cat featuring the cat doing, or pictured amongst something completely out of the ordinary for a cat, OR featuring obscure text within the post, OR an intentionally bad quality photo/video (in comparison to pages other posts this can be deduced) for the purpose of comedic effect.

@npfannen