"you knuckleheads ain't even worth the effort" ⚾
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"We need bla bla in dead boy detectives 2"
"We need the catking-"
YOU KNOW WHAT WE NEED. EDWIN PAYNE TO BE SHIRTLESS. LIKE. I SEE THE VISION. AND CHARLES BI PANICKING COME ONNNNNNNNNNN.
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i dont think we as a society talk about ronald weasley's "potts and pans" joke because GOOD LORD I WAS EVAPORATING
Ah, yes. The lengths Pansy Parkinson will go to to help a deeply-in-denial Draco secure a date💀😂
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Ladies and gentleman, Jonathan Crane:
nsfw (& noncon) below the cut
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NEW GIRL I DO NOT KNOW YOUR NAME BUT I AM IN LOVEEE WITH HER DESIGN OH MY GOD
I won't spoil her warrior name, but the first part of her name is Trickle! In my notes I call her Trick, Tricky, or Trix.
She's related to one of the current clan cats........ who do you think it is ?!?!
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Cats with jobs
I am at my wits end when the phone rings. Prim is inconsolable, running up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door behind her.
I pinch the bridge if my nose as I answer the phone, mentally counting down from three. The timing couldn’t have been any worse, but that doesn’t mean I can blow my top off on the unsuspecting caller. All this drama for a stupid feral cat.
“Hello, Everdeen Residence,” I say exhauted.
A chippy with a thick country accent voice answers. The caller sounds awfully happy for someone calling at 6am in the goddamn morning. I haven’t even had my coffee yet.
“Hi! Is there a Primrose Everdeen I can talk to?” The caller asks.
I cringe, eying the staircase from the kitchen room door, “she can’t make it to the phone right now.”
There was a brief pause before the caller speaks again, “ uh, that’s okay! I think. Anyway, I found her cat. More like it found me-“ then there is some shuffling in the background and someone crying out “ -Lady! Stop chewing on the phone cable- ow don’t head butt me!”
My heart leaps in my chest. My fingers curl around the cord tightly. “Buttercup? You found Buttercup? The ugly orange cat with the squished up face?”
“Um, yeah, I think so. That’s what it says on the collar.”
I let out a relieved breath and thank the caller, “I’ll be there right away. Try to make sure he won’t run away.”
The caller laughs. It’s a bright and bubbly one. “Don’t think that will be much of a problem.”
“How so?”
“He’s currently herding my flock of sheep. He’s doing a darn good job at it too.”
“He’s what?!”
The voice laughs again, “couldn’t believe myself when I saw it. The names Peeta Mellark by the way, my family runs the farm by the same name. Swing by when you have the chance. Don’t think your little fella is going anywhere anytime soon.”
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