#like he loves cats so much

[the-whispers-of-death]

A New Friend

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Stone sighed as he walked out of the hospital building on base, several trash bags in his hands. He was so tired and he had at least five, heavy trash bags combined in his hands, full of trash.

It was the end of the day, so he had just been taking out the trash for the day. It was the last thing he had to do in the hospital building before he could get back to his barracks and rest, internally scolding himself for getting up at four in the morning even though he had been getting up at that time for years now.

He threw the heavy trash bags into the nearby dumpster, grunting softly at how heavy the bags were. Those were the last of the trash bags, which he was thankful about. He turned to head back inside the hospital building, only to hear rustling from the woods that bordered the base.

"Hello?" Stone asked, his voice cold as usual. His large, gloved hand reached for his sidearm, his brown eyes scanning the area for threats. "Come on out."

He was expecting an enemy soldier who had made it past the base's security measures or a recruit or two who were playing around in the woods, but instead he heard a meow. His cold brown eyes went to the sound just as a black, skinny cat jumped out from where it was hiding in a bush, its coat dirty with sand and leaves.

The cat meowed again and Stone's hand on his side arm fell. He turned towards the cat, eyeing it warily. "Ah, so you must be the stray cat that's been roaming around base," he said, his cold voice soft.

He had heard whispers of a cat that was roaming around the base, but it wasn't really a friendly cat, according to the stories. And there was evidence to back the stories up as several soldiers had come into the hospital building to get treated because they had been scratched at and bit by said cat whenever the soldiers made the mistake to get close.

The cat didn't seem hostile with Stone though, in fact it went right up to Stone's larger form and rubbed its head against his legs. He was surprised to hear the cat purring, and so loudly at that.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he took off his gloves and stashed them in his pockets, crouching down slowly to be eye-level with the cat. His movements were slow, not wanting to spook the smaller animal. As soon as he was low enough for the cat to reach his hands, the cat sniffed at his scarred hands and bumped its head into them, wanting pets.

"Hm, you don't seem like the hostile cat I heard about," Stone murmured, petting the cat. He let the cat guide his hand where it wanted to be petted, his touch gentle for the first time in weeks. "You seem... misunderstood."

He moved from a crouching position to a sitting one, which the cat really liked. He grunted softly as he felt the cat's small paws trample onto his lap, the purring getting even louder somehow. "You remind me of myself in that regard," he continued, uncaring that he was talking to a cat. "People tend to think I'm hostile too, though they're not entirely wrong. It takes some adjustment period to get used to me and I can be hostile if needed."

"I suppose you and I both, we've been hurt before, huh?" Stone kept petting the cat, the cat's front paws on his broad chest. He was so large at 6'6" that the cat looked like a kitten compared to him, though the cat was probably at least an adult by cat standards. "Can't trust just anyone, perhaps that why you're letting me pet you. We're kindred spirits, the two of us."

He spent close to an hour petting the cat and he promised to come back the next day, this time with some food. When Stone came back out after getting all of his stuff from the hospital building, he saw the cat still near the building. He gave the cat a little wave with his fingers when the cat meowed, feeling how his lips pulled into a small smile beneath his muzzle-like mask—something he hadn't known he could do.

He had never smiled before now, didn't know his muscles still worked like that.

"Until next time, cat," Stone said softly, turning towards where the barracks were. He walked away from the hospital building, feeling lighter than he had in months.

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[arr-jim-lad]

i cant even properly explain how it emotionally affects me when my cat comes up to me for cuddles. small creature walks up to me, a giant, in search of a gentle touch, because he trusts me completely. that is what love is. that is what the universe is built for. i want to cry

[hinamie]

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/

[pixlatedvampire]

It’s best to introduce your Hag slowly through the door first to not scare the others

[spacizia]

he’s just a swinging space age bachelor man!!!!

[the-autism]

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU (AFFECTIONATE)

[skateboardtotheheart]

there is just something about the difference between edwin's love interests and having the cat king's reaction to edwin in hell being "i'll be waiting when he gets back" vs charles "no version of this where i don't come get you" rowland convincing a powerful trans-dimensional being to open a door to hell just so he could get him back

i am insane

[nocek]

Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.

But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P

[bread-that-draws]

Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you

[heph]

House and his Ducklings 🐤

[raiiny-bay]

Love, Dhes

Parker,

It's unfair how time with you feels so short. How the last 10 years have felt like no time at all. I like to think there are other versions of us out there, somewhere. Maybe in another timeline, another universe. I like to think we find each other no matter where we are or what we're doing. That we're together and happy and I get to love you in a dozen different lifetimes. That's what I hope, anyway. And I hope when this lifetime ends, we get to start over and do it all again. Because once just isn't enough. Not for me. Not with you.

I hope the next 10 years pass slower.

Love, Dhes

[hongjoongpresent]

Thinking about how cats the musical works so well because every cat thinks theyre the best cat. Like yeah of course this cat thinks the entire train will not go without him and that hes basically in charge. Hes a cat.

[louthelost]

Lothal is my home

Ezra Bridger, the character that you are...

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[aleclightofmylifewoodbane]

i truly hate the show bc YOU GUYS DONT KNOW WHAT YOURE MISSING WHEN YOU WATCH THE SHOW BEFORE READING THE BOOKS

you dont know that magnus’ magic is the same striking blue as alec’s eyes

you dont know alec’s eyes are the same color as the ancestors of a family so intertwined with his

you don’t know that magnus sees ghosts in the blue of alec’s eyes

you don’t know magnus is two inches taller than alec

you dont know that alec loves that magnus is taller than him

you don’t know that they dated in secret for months

you dont know alec’s wardrobe is absolutely hopeless and he only wears years old worn out sweaters with holes in the cuffs and magnus loves it

you dont know that sometimes magnus wears his worn out sweaters

you dont know that they didnt get married for years until alec became consul and they could get married in warlock blue and shadowhunter gold under his new law

you dont know they have two kids, before they ever married

you dont know their first son is named after alec’s brother max, who actually died during the war

you dont know that max’s skin is blue, and his eyes are just a shade darker than alec’s

you dont know that alec loved one man so much he changed the world for him

[local-diavolo-anon]

i re read handplates recently, after following it for years, and i had forgotten how much i love Gaster in this comic!

this is for @zarla-s, the author of the comic, as a thank you for both making my favourite au ever and for granting me permission to make gaster keycharms qwq

[spineless-lobster]

“Hwey!”

- The Captain