#cats are nice things

[larkiethings]

shaking my head while playing neko atsume so people know that I don’t support outdoor cats

[salamispots]

it got turned into a 17" x14" pillow instead haha

[ssjumi]

me: man, i really want to do some squiggly lines and wrinkly folds with my brush pen, but what should i draw?

@pangur-and-grim's humble homunculus:

[pidgydraws]

💛 if only... 💛

[monstermonger]

Kinda on a whim, I decided I'd turn my "Cats in Windows" illustrations into a mini-zine........ just a tiny lil booklet I printed+folded at home last night......

(I love that feelin when u think "It'd be cool if i made that into a thing..." and then suddenly you've made it into A Thing, and now you're holding it in your hands 🥹)

if you'd like one too btw, i put it up in my ko-fi :")

[purr-in-ink]

[royalarchivist]

Tallulah: tio pac and fit are so Perfecta by Miranda coded 🥹💕

Phil: This is Pac and Fit? [Dramatically zooms-in on the fanart and makes them "sing" along to the music]

Chat: he's LITERALLY making a ship amv right now

Tallulah: How things got weird 😞

Make sure to show love to the artist who drew this fanart!

[ Full clip ]

[mewniemoon]

Dadinder and the boys staring in: Cat Snuggles <3

This was a rollercoaster of a drawing but I think I like where it ended up :D

at one point I accidentally set my "draw over everything" layer to multiply, which made everything super dark, and me and my friends agreed it was rad so you guys get to see it. (and another filter cuz it looks cool)

[robo-milky]

offers cloche some treats because she deserves affection mwah mwah <333

Thank you thank you! The um… sentiment’s there ^^;

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Lu Guang is great because he is filled with so so much love and devotion that it’s almost painful and he looks like this about it -> 😐

[yennao]

Hey if Deathbit ain’t scorched to hell in 97 I’m gonna be disappointed. I’ll draw that too. Obviously. Asap. Till then, comic Deathbit

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I have had a dumb thought but like feral cat sterek au but like in the sense that Derek’s the feral cat.

Like in the first or second season stiles get really tired trying to communicate with everyone and no one communicating back. After one last shove from Derek, he’s fed up. Stiles is trying his hardest and nothing is working. He feels a little insecure and frustrated that the pack doesn’t like him but he can move past that. They don’t need to like him to work with him and that will only work if Derek is on board.

Expect Stiles has no idea on how to get Derek to talk to him. Derek barely tolerates him on a good day, let alone actually listens to him about things, especially things about the pack.

He only makes the connection after visiting Scott at work and hearing him talk about a feral cat. Ironic isn’t it. He immediately goes home and researches how to make friends with feral cats.

He begins to visit more often and not just on days where danger is imminent, so Derek doesn’t associate him with danger but rather something good. He takes to running his hands along furniture and leaving his clothes around where ever Derek is staying, to add his scent and familiarize Derek with it. He becomes more patient, well as he can be with his personality and adhd. Ever so slowly things Derek and stiles come to an understanding, and Stiles can really peel back the layers that make up Derek hale.

(Derek also begins to learn how stiles brain works and functions and about adhd; all his reference to humans were mostly the Hales and high schoolers but he can barely interact with regular human let alone, stiles. No one quite sets a precedent on how to interact with stiles, anyway. Derek also learned how stiles loves being human but sometimes it hurts not feeling like pack.)

Stiles is so surprised when it begins works?? Derek takes more of his suggestions if Stiles talks in a more calming and overall gentle voice. They are able to support each other ideas while still pointing out flaws. They work as a team. The pack get closer than before.

Stiles is more aware of the boundaries of skin between them; only laying touch to Derek when he gets permission. But when he can offer hug or a hand resting on Derek shoulder or neck he does.

But most of all the food that Stiles has painstakingly cooked, dropped off, and shared with either just Derek or the entire pack has lead to a better relationship. He should have known that the way to a wolf’s heart was through their stomach.

What stiles doesn’t realize is that he was accidentally both courting Derek and cementing his place as pack mom. 

[lisalamona]

Average Midnight Water Break (Poseidon)

Notes: Just a thought that somehow spiraled into whatever the hell this is

Something for you all to munch on while laylom gets finished

You woke up with the unbearable dryness of your throat scratching like sandpaper. You opened and closed your mouth in a futile attempt to summon even the faintest hint of moisture, but it was useless.

Rolling onto your side, you weighed your options. Was it really worth dragging yourself out of bed and into the freezing air just for a sip of water?

Your eyes fluttered open reluctantly, and you rubbed the sleep from them. The other half of the bed was empty, sheets messily tangled and pushed aside. Nothing unusual, just the normal chaos of a shared space. You didn’t mind.

What did catch your attention was the lack of sunlight bleeding through the curtains. It was early. Too early.

Your eyes drifted shut again. Apparently, they hadn’t gotten the memo that your body was crying out for hydration. Not that you minded. A few more hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt.

But the dryness worsened, your mouth a desert, your tongue rough and heavy. Your lips felt cracked, your throat raw. You groaned softly and sat up, the blankets slipping from your body and pooling around your waist. You stared at the wall, expression blank, mind empty, waiting for your vision to adjust to the dark.

Then, the tranquility shattered—an engine revving violently outside, operated by someone with no concept of decency or volume. You flinched.

Muttering under your breath, you inhaled sharply and braced yourself. With a final burst of determination, you tossed the covers aside and let your feet meet the icy floor. You shivered instantly.

Navigating your room with the muscle memory of countless nights before, you shuffled through the dark without bumping into a single thing. You could’ve done it blindfolded.

Reaching the hallway, you paused.

Pitch black.

Except two small green dots hovered at eye level, glowing faintly. Watching you.

You stared back, too tired to flinch. Too tired to care. It felt like a one sided staring contest, and you weren’t in the mood to lose.

Your eyes began to blur again. You reached up and rubbed them, slow and sluggish.

When you opened them, the dots were gone.

A chill prickled at your skin—subtle, but enough to unnerve you. Like something had been studying you, taking notes.

Still, you carried on with your noble, sleep deprived quest for hydration.

In the kitchen, the fridge light nearly blinded you. You squinted and leaned down to grab the water pitcher when—

“What are you doing?”

A gravelly voice whispered right against your ear.

You yelped, jerking back so fast you almost dropped the pitcher. “Jesus!” You gasped, clutching your chest. “Don’t do that!”

Poseidon tilted his head, utterly unbothered. “I just asked a question.”

“Yeah, well—questions hit different when you’re lurking in the dark like a serial killer.”

“I’m not lurking.”

“Yes, you are!” You glared at him. “Look, I get it. You don’t need sleep. I let you stay here, do whatever you want. But do you really need to stand there in the shadows like some predator waiting to pounce? Scared the hell outta me!”

“I apologize.” His grin stretched ear to ear, there was zero remorse, pure mischief.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead. It was way too early for an argument. “Fine, whatever.” You closed the fridge. “Just give me a warning next time.”

“I did warn you.” As you fumbled around blindly for a glass, he took one from the counter and placed it gently in your hand.

You stared at him. “That wasn’t a warning.”

“It’s not my fault your mortal brain can’t comprehend when it’s in danger.”

You raised a brow. “Danger?”

You drank deeply, letting the cold water wash over your parched tongue, cooling every inch of your burning throat. Relief flooded you.

“You know what I mean.” He muttered, eyes flicking to the glass as it tilted with every sip.

You noticed. “You want some too?”

He nodded once. You poured another glass and handed it to him.

“You know,” You said, setting the pitcher on the counter. “you can always get water yourself. You don’t have to wait around for me to offer.”

He didn’t answer. Just drank quietly, then set the glass beside the pitcher. You’ll take care of it in the morning.

Then, with a dramatic stretch, you opened your arms and made grabby hands. “Take me. I don’t wanna walk all the way back… And I’m cold.”

He squinted, confused. “What… What is this?” He mimicked you. “What are you doing?”

“This…” You wiggled your fingers. “is the universal signal for ‘please carry me like a tired princess.’”

Poseidon sighed but stepped forward and scooped you up into his arms, holding you close against his warm chest.

You closed your eyes with a satisfied hum. “You’re so dramatic.” He muttered.

“And you’re my heater now.” You mumbled into his shoulder, already half asleep again.

[obsob]

poems and cats from january!!

[edorazzi]

Hey, you need to know that I started watching you because of the Miraculous mentor au, but you sucked me into Thunderbirds instead. I have now watched the first season of TAG and am working on the second. WHy is it so good? I watched TOS but this is completely different and I love it so much THANK YOU FOR GETTING ME INTO IT

I KNOW, right?!

It's so rare for a reboot/sequel/revival/whatever to be genuinely great and TAG just nails it somehow!

It's a lot more simplistic, lighthearted and fast-paced than classic Thunderbirds (TOS Gordon has a kill count while TAG Gordon can't even say "ass" without getting censored!) but you can feel every drop of the love and respect behind it. With the endless Easter eggs it was so clearly made for classic fans to watch with their kids - my dad went in VERY grudgingly when I wouldn't shut up about it and ended up watching all three seasons with me!

I think TOS is more about the high-tech rescues with incredible practical effects, and TAG is about the Tracys themselves who were originally pretty glossed over. Just look what they did with John who spent nearly the whole series in off-camera space jail (for the crime of being handsome); now he's the cornerstone of the whole iR operation and lethal levels of sassy about it!

I love that they aren't afraid to touch on more delicate things too: Scott's self-destructive tendencies; Virgil's feelings of inadequacy; John's crippling social anxiety; Gordon's physical injuries; Kayo's fear of rejection; Alan's fading memories of his parents. And that when Jeff does return he's so full of love for his sons - these boys aren't getting one awkward pat on the shoulder followed by a shot of whisky and a cigarette to deal with that emotional outburst!

Anyway, I adore TAG and I will not apologise to anyone caught in the crossfire of my hell blog. Welcome and thank you!!! :V

[musubiki]

cat-shaped bow came to me in a dream