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seoliee · 2 months

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LAD Men as Cats

Here again to serve pure fluffiness. I love cats and I love LAD Men. So, I thought, why don't I try to mix the two together and here we are.

Kind of weird to make my precious fishy; Rafayel into a cat though because he absolutely hates them.

Oh and no, Caleb in this one. I might make a separate one for him though like I did last time. I'LL STOP NOW SORRY.

What if they're your pet cats?

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— RAFAYEL : Grey Birman

• Rafayel was a birthday gift from your best friend. You were immediately pulled in by his mesmerizing eyes that seemed to shine and bore deep within you. The first time you took him into your arms, he looks up at you with a guarded gaze followed up with a low growl.

• It didn't take long for Rafayel to get used to you and his new surroundings, his bursts of energy zooming all over the place that you sometimes can't keep up with him.

• Being an office worker and situated to work from home. You're always confined in your study and in front of a computer often leaving Rafayel on his own company.

• There was a time that you were in a zoom call with your bosses when Rafayel leaps up on your computer desk. He meows softly, trying to get your attention but you were far too focused on your work. He rubs the side of his face on your hand that rests on top of the mouse, and you returned the gesture by petting his cheek in which he purrs at.

• Rafayel walks in front of you, blocking your vision with his built and his fluffy fur as his long puffy tail glides under your chin in the playful manner. You excused yourself from the call and places him down. "Not now, Rafayel. Be patient." You gave him a quick pet before returning to your call.

• Being a very affectionate and somewhat mischievous cat. Rafayel wouldn't let that slide. He leaps up on top of a drawer where one of your mini ornaments were located, eyeing one of them. He heard you calling him, mouthing words that says 'Don't think about it.' So now you finally gave him the attention he wants. His paw gently hits the ornament off of the drawer as it fell down on the carpet flooring and he scurries away.

• After the call ended. You went to pick up the fallen ornament and much to your relief it wasn't broken. When you went downstairs, you saw Rafayel perched down on the armrest of your couch, his eyes on you. He jumped off, running up to you and rubbing himself and subtly wrapping his tail around your legs while purring. Acting as if nothing happened.

• You sigh, picking him up into your arms. You can't stay mad at him. "You're a very naughty kitty, y'know that?" You pull him into your arms, hugging him as he leans into your touch. "But it's part of your charm." Though, you still have to reprimand his actions by not giving him any treats in the next few days.

— XAVIER : White Turkish Angora

• You arrived home from work only to see a puff of white ball on your porch. You slowly got closer, realizing it's a cat curled into a ball and sleeping. You crouched down to take a closer look.

• The cat wakes up, stretching its limps then looking up at you with narrowed sleepy eyes, blinking slowly. You were sure it would scurry away, but it didn't even moved an inch from its spot.

• You reached your hand out to it, waiting for it to do something, but it only watches as your hand gets closer, letting you scratch the side of its head and leaning into your hand which melted your heart immediately. The cat got up on its four legs, and goes to rub against you. There you noticed it doesn't have a collar on. You obviously can't leave it to fend for itself out in the coldness of the night so you did the most reasonable thing and let it inside. The cat immediately went over to your couch, finding a good spot and going back to sleep. It's as if it already owns your place, you think.

• The next morning. You visit the local veterinary clinic to get the cat checked. There, you found out it's a male cat. You made eye contact with him, silently apologizing for calling him a 'she' last night. The vet also said he doesn't have a microchip on him, but is a very healthy cat, adding that he's also very friendly and calm.

• Once both of you are home. You took decent pictures of him, deciding to make posters and spread it around the neighborhood in case he has a family. After all, he might've had a collar, but lost it somewhere. You heard a low meowing sound, switching your gaze down and there he is looking up at you expectedly. "You're hungry, aren't you?" You chuckled, going into the kitchen and him following you. You open the cupboard, taking out a can of wet catfood and transferring its contents on his bowl afterwards setting it down, allowing him to eat. You decide to keep him until his owners claim him. If nobody comes for him in a month, you're going to keep him.

• The next days were quite eventful. You came home to him waiting for you by the door, greeting you with a very happy meow which dissipates all your fatigue away. Ever since having him, you no longer felt lonely and you always looked forward to coming home. He always slept next to you, and wakes up at the same time as you. He practically follows you everywhere in the house which you found adorable and endearing.

• You sat down on your couch with him laying comfortably on your lap as you pet his fur. Instead of watching whatever is on the television, your eyes are on him. A thought came into your mind, and that's naming him. But, you quickly tossed the thought away as naming him would only make you more attached to him and by then, letting him go would hurt you than it should've. Your chest felt tight at the thought of losing his companionship. It may sound selfish, but you silently prayed that nobody would come to claim him.

• One day, you came home from work and as usual he's there at the door step waiting for her like he always does. You pick him up into your arms, then setting him down on the couch and kneeling in front of him. You open your bag to take something out and reaches your hands to the back of his head. You retreat your hands away, letting the light tag rest on his neck and engraved with the name 'Xavier'.

• Indeed, a month has already passed and thankfully, nobody came. "Xavier. Do you like that name?" As if responding to her. Xavier goes up to you and gently licked your chin, you melt and nuzzles against him which he reciprocates with a loud purr. You will no longer feel lonely with Xavier around.

— ZAYNE : Black Persian

• Zayne was given to you by your cousin who told you she couldn't keep him anymore because him and her other male cat kept attacking each other. You, on the other hand have no qualms on adopting him. The thought of having a non-human companion is better than having an actual human.

• Zayne is a very quiet and aloof cat. Very quiet. At first, you thought that all cats are like him, but you watched a few cat videos where some of them would act like him, but have random bursts of energy at times and are playful. Zayne on the other hand, you looked at him at the other end of the couch, he seemed to mind his own business and is very cold.

• You tried to play with the toy stick with a mouse attached on the end only for him to ignore you completely. He didn't even spared you a single glance. You never thought there will be a time where your heart was broken by a cat. From that moment, you made a vow to yourself that you would make him love you.

• You started by inching closer, petting his head. At first, he moved away from your hand and ran off. But, you didn't stop and kept on trying until he would only flinch for a bit, but never run away. Though, he never purred.

• Then one day, you came home later than usual from work. To your surprise, you saw Zayne by the porch of your front door, as if waiting for you. You took him into your arms, snuggling him close. "You must've been worried. I'm sorry." Once they're inside, he jumped out of your arms and went back to his usual self. You only chuckled, this is the most affection you can get from him and you won't complain anymore.

• The next morning. You slowly opened your eyes, expecting to see what she always sees in the morning, but a tuff of black fur blocks your vision. Your heart warms and melts. This is the first time Zayne has slept on your bed and right next to you. Most importantly, he's purring. Your hand moves on its own and gently pets his head, he slightly opens his eyes, his gaze on you for a bit and went back to sleep, purring even louder.

Writing is very therapeutic to me. I can freely write down my ideas and let them unfold.

Thank you for reading until the end.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader

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afeelgoodblog · 1 year

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The Best News of Last Week

⚡ - Charging Towards a More Electrifying Future

1. The Kissimmee River has been brought back to life—and wildlife is thriving

The Kissimmee River in Florida was straightened in the 1960s, causing a sharp decline in wildlife and ecological problems. But in the 1990s, a $1 billion restoration project was initiated to restore the river's natural state.

Today, nearly half of the river has been restored, wetlands have been reestablished and rehydrated, and wildlife has returned, including rare and threatened species. Already the biological impact of the project has become clear. As the wetlands have come back, so have the birds.

2. Plastic wrap made from seaweed withstands heat and is compostable

A cling film made from an invasive seaweed can withstand high temperatures yet is still easily compostable. The material could eventually become a sustainable choice for food packaging.

Scientists started with a brown seaweed called sargassum. Sargassum contains long, chain-like molecules similar to those that make up conventional plastic, which made it a good raw material. The researchers mixed it with some acids and salts to get a solution full of these molecules, then blended in chemicals that thickened it and made it more flexible and pliable.

3. An Eagle Who Adopted a Rock Becomes a Real Dad to Orphaned Eaglet

Murphy, a bald eagle that had been showing fatherly instincts, has been sharing an enclosure with an eaglet that survived a fall from a tree during a storm in Ste. Genevieve. Murphy, his rock gone by then, took his role as foster parent seriously. He soon began responding to the chick’s peeps, and protecting it.

And when, as a test, the keepers placed two plates of food in front of the birds — one containing food cut into pieces that the chick could eat by itself, and another with a whole fish that only Murphy could handle — the older bird tore up the fish and fed it to the eaglet.

4. World's largest battery maker announces major breakthrough in energy density

In one of the most significant battery breakthroughs in recent years, the world’s largest battery manufacturer CATL has announced a new “condensed” battery with 500 Wh/kg which it says will go into mass production this year.

“The launch of condensed batteries will usher in an era of universal electrification of sea, land and air transportation, open up more possibilities of the development of the industry, and promote the achieving of the global carbon neutrality goals at an earlier date,” the company said in a presentation at Auto Shanghai on Thursday.

This could be huge. Electric jets and cargo ships become very possible at this point.

5. Cat with '100% fatal' feline coronavirus saved by human Covid-19 medicine

A beloved household cat has made an “astonishing” recovery from a usually fatal illness, thanks to a drug made to treat Covid-19 in humans – and a quick-thinking vet.

Anya, the 7-year-old birman cat, was suffering from feline infectious peritonitis (FIP), a “100% fatal” viral infection caused by feline coronavirus. That was, until Auckland vet Dr Habin Choi intervened, giving Anya an antiviral used to treat Covid-19 called molnupiravir.

6. Kelp forests capture nearly 5 million tonnes of CO2 annually

Kelp forests provide an estimated value of $500 billion to the world and capture 4.5 million tonnes of carbon dioxide from seawater each year. Most of kelp’s economic benefits come from creating habitat for fish and by sequestering nitrogen and phosphorus.

7. Medical Marijuana Improved Parkinson’s Disease Symptoms in 87% of Patients

Medical cannabis (MC) has recently garnered interest as a potential treatment for neurologic diseases, including Parkinson's disease (PD). 87% of patients were noted to exhibit an improvement in any PD symptom after starting medical cannabis. Symptoms with the highest incidence of improvement included cramping/dystonia, pain, spasticity, lack of appetite, dyskinesia, and tremor.

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escarlatellie · 1 year

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my heart's mistaken ; ellie williams. (4.9k.)

⤿ f!reader, modern!au, anxiety attack (you), lowercase on purpose, hurt/comfort (?) confessing your feelings & misunderstanding trope my favorite!! title inspired by heaven / troye sivan.

⤿ returning to your hometown after leaving for five years, you're met with a mix of kindness, worry, and rage. when dina ends up scaring you away (though she has the best of intentions), you crash into the one person you'd run away from all those years ago, and end up having to face the feelings you'd been so afraid of.

“thanks for letting me crash,” you whisper, only half paying attention to whatever kdrama dina has playing on her old flatscreen. you shoot her a look, and she responds in kind with the one-finger salute before getting back to chatting with whoever she’s on the phone with; you’re not self-centered enough to try and drag her away from it, since you’re technically the one intruding.

a part of you worries, briefly, that your being here is a problem. understandably so, since you’d up and left everything and everyone here without a word of goodbye five years ago. typically, you’d expect all of your old friends to be pissed, right? you’ve had years to consider going back, reason winning over the fear that you’d harbored when you left. you’d given dina just a couple days' warning, which felt good enough regardless of the hovering anxiety surrounding the idea that she’d call everyone and tell them.

you weren’t ready for that, and it seemed as if she knew that too.

your bag had felt heavy, slung over one shoulder as you rode the elevator up to her quaint little apartment, which you’d taken the liberty of looking at on her social media; something she had every right to keep from you after so long, but offered up anyway. your eyes water at the distinctive warmth of home you get from being back here, the security you feel settling into a place you haven’t been in in a while.

what was great, actually, was the way she’d greeted you. dina’s just sweet like that. she’d had her phone cradled between her ear and shoulder, a birman cat cradled in her arms, clawing at her top as she swung the door open. regardless of what you presumed was absolute chaos on her end, she smiled at you, reached out with her just barely-freed hand and pulled you into her place by the shirt. when the door shut, you’d barely had time to collect yourself before the small birmin was cuddling up to your legs and inviting you in.

there was no awkwardness, just a sense of familiarity as dina cooed her cat and gestured towards the hall’s tiny little closet; hang up your stuff there, she mouthed, just as excruciatingly hospitable as she’d been five years ago. you figured any dismissal or worry you showed would be shut down the moment you spoke on it, because dina’s just..like that, so you did exactly what she told you to do, hung your stuff up, and had been promptly dragged to her little living area and thrown onto the couch.

just let me finish cooking, she’d mouthed once again before getting back to her call, and off she’d gone. that left you here, knees pulled up to your chest as you pondered what exactly it was you were doing here, or what you planned to achieve by coming home. you had a whole life back where you’ve been staying, a place you could call home even though it hadn’t felt as..safe as here did. something was calling you back, a gut feeling which had been nagging at you for a while and it’d been long enough for you to think screw it, pack your stuff, and figure out where you could stay before taking the nearest train back home.

if you were being honest with yourself, you knew what was calling you home. though life back where you were living was good, the one thing lacking was love. it’s not as if you weren’t loved by the friends you’d made there, nor as if you hadn’t tried, because christ, you’d tried so hard to find someone, but every attempt had been a massive fail. most of the time, they were great people, mature and committed, but nothing had ever felt right and you’d grown to accept the fact that you weren’t built for it until you went through some of your old stuff and found a picture of you and an old friend all those years ago.

you’re not exactly sure what it was about the picture that triggered it—perhaps it was the pose, your expressions as you two fucked around, or what was going on in the back—, but now, for some reason, it was folded nicely in the back of your phone case and you were back home looking for this person. ellie williams, you thought, thumbing at the case and wondering whether or not it’d be weird to take it out right now, where dina could see it. god, you’d seem like a creep.

williams, for all you know, could’ve run off and started a life of her own outside of the city. williams, for all you fucking know, could’ve crashed her car and died in a fucking ditch, never to be seen again. williams could’ve gotten over you long before she stopped trying to call you. she could hate you, now. she might not even be the same person she was all those years ago. god fucking knows what she’s up to, and you might just be wasting your time looking for her here.

you think back to what’d caused this mess—it was one night, a stupid choice while the two of you had been drunk out of your minds just after your second-year first-semester finals. you’d tumbled into ellie’s bedroom, messed around a little, then next thing you knew you were waking up at hell in the morning sore all over with ellie’s arm draped over your waist.

it was a fucking nightmare because as you’d tried to sneak out, joel’d caught you and sat you down for coffee in their little, horrendously well-decorated and lived-in kitchen as he sat oblivious to your dilemma of when the fuck is ellie gonna wake up, when can i get out of here, and only let you go once he heard ellie’s footsteps and a faint call of your name from upstairs.

you’re not even sure if he knew, if anyone knew that you two had anything going on. you hadn’t stuck around long to find out, as you’d practically raced out of their house and ghosted the poor girl. you’d barely spoken to any of your friends aside from the occasional i’m okay messages you’d shot to dina right up until you left. then, you stopped speaking to everyone because as a fucking nineteen-year-old, you were falling for someone—you had fallen a long time ago—, your best friend, and said best friend was in love with someone else.

really, how was dina so chill about you coming over after so long? you knew she was a good person, but even the best of people would have completely lost it. she’d left you alone when you’d come in, had been kind enough to let you relax and get used to being here again, but a part of you knew the second she got off the phone, she’d be on your ass about it.

it wasn’t as if you’d expected anything different. as a matter of fact, you’d been prepping yourself for it since you boarded the train hours ago. telling her why and explaining the circumstances along with your feelings at the time would probably end you up in shambles, but she deserved to know. despite the effort you’d put in to try and forget her, too, she was the only person who’d worried about you the entire time. it was hard to forget someone like that.

that urges a pang in your heart; obviously, you’d never really gotten over ellie.

“hey,”

dina’s voice whips you out of your own thoughts. she’s holding two dishes, presumably the food she cooked though she’s standing and is too high up for you to be able to see. she sets them both down on her little coffee table and curls up on the other end of the couch, lower lip tucked tightly between her teeth as she figures out what to say. honestly, you figure you should spare her the trouble and start with your well-practiced, yet still unbelievably nerve-wracking apology, not because guilt is eating away at you (though it is), but because she deserves it.

so does everyone else, but one thing at a time.

“dina, i’ve kinda accepted the whole i’m an absolute piece of shit thing, so don’t try and deny it or anything, okay? jesus christ, it was so fucking stupid. cutting you guys off like that was so screwed up, i can’t even imagine how you felt. you didn’t deserve that,”

you’re about to continue, pausing to take a breath when dina cuts you off with one of her disgustingly sympathetic chuckles. nothing has changed, you think, because this is something you’ve already prepped yourself for; one of dina’s lectures, spoken through teary eyes, has been long expected since even before you’d messaged her for the first time in a while.

“yeah, no one did, you idiot. we were all so fucking worried about you. do you know how often ellie called me, before you dropped off the face of the fucking planet, to ask if you were okay? god, she was crying,” dina cuts herself off with another laugh, this time watery, a stark contrast to how she’d greeted you earlier. the idea that she’d been just as scared as you, though, is shoved back promptly at the heartbreaking image of ellie, your best friend, bawling her eyes out, because you left her after sleeping with her, for fuck’s sakes.

when you zone back in, dina’s still going and you’d be completely open to listening to her if guilt wasn’t already causing tears. her voice has lost any sympathy, and it sounds a lot more emotionally driven than it had been when she’d greeted you earlier. “i don’t get it. you left us, you didn’t even say goodbye– you ghosted ellie—”

“i was scared, dina,”, you cut her off, and this time regret makes its presence known in your gut.

“of what? your best friend? just cause you slept with her once, god,” dina mutters your name under the hand she has over the lower half of your face in disbelief. if anyone, the person who should be in disbelief is you, you think, because shit, dina knew?

how many other people did, you let your mind wander, and shit, your fight or flight instinct is kicking in.

“she told you,” your wide-eyed gaze was enough to scare dina out of her outrage, because even if you deserved to be berated for this, she still considered you a friend—family, if she was being honest with herself—, and seeing you afraid felt like a dagger stabbing through her chest. she’d already figured you’d feel bad for it, leaving just like that, that you’d regret it, and at first wanted to comfort you before the sight of her best friend sobbing in her arms makes its return, ellie’s watery gaze as she crowded into dina’s apartment five years ago looking for you because she couldn’t find you at your place fueling her rage; who leaves their best friend, just like that? you just… you were gone.

if dina reacted like this, your thoughts wander, and it hurts. how is everyone else going to react?

you glance over at her tiny little analog clock, seated just under the tv, on a cute little shelf that you would’ve liked to look through under different circumstances, to check the time. it reads 3:09 pm, and the scared little kid in you is sure that if you run you’ll make it onto the next train by 3:30 and make it home by dusk.

“yeah, she did,” you hear dina say, but it sounds distant, far away, because you’re panicking. you don’t even hear her mention ellie coming over, or the fact that no one else knew, as far as she’s aware through your rush to get up and out.

dina shouts as you rush to the door, left unlocked and you swear you’d turn around and yell at her to be more careful, and to lock her doors if you weren’t so intent on leaving, but you just tear it open and slam it shut on your way out. you try not to think about the fact that everyone knows and might hate you or the fact that everyone knows and must have figured you were in love with her, because both are causing your heart rate to stutter and pick up in your chest, but it’s rather difficult when you’re quite literally surrounded by memories.

dina’s calls of your name echo down the hallway, but you’ve already turned the corner and are making your way down the stairwell before your guilty conscience can pull you to a stop. you almost pull open those heavy-duty parking garage doors, only belatedly realizing you went too far down but craving fresh air so badly that you don’t care. you collect yourself enough to realize it’s a fucking push door, chill the fuck out as you push it open and let the cool air engulf you.

what comes as yet another surprise, though, is the heavy metal door’s collision with a whole person on the other side. you hear them curse as it knocks into them, sending them stumbling a couple of steps back just before you let go and slip out yourself, the door closing quickly behind you—practically slamming—thanks to the impact it made on the unsuspecting stranger.

“fuck, ow, shit, jesus christ, ow!”

now that you’re not caught off-guard by their existence, the stranger’s voice strikes you in a way no other person’s voice has. their consistent stream of curses easily brings you back to instances years before, when the possible love of your life had put herself into the same kinds of unfortunate situations and couldn’t control her language.

then, you realize, this sounds like her, reminds you of her, because it is her, and your heart rate is picking up for a whole different reason entirely. ellie williams is in front of you and you just smacked her with a door. if you’re lucky, she won’t recognize you until she ends up seeing dina because why else would she be here and you can go about your life pretending this never happened, but then the idea that she’s coming to see dina because they’re together pops into your head and you’re frozen to the spot.

“i’m so sorry, christ, that was so stupid. are you okay?”

you find your body speaking for you before it can consult your brain, and then ellie’s eyes are on you rather than the floor as she clutches whatever’d been damaged in that collision. you really don’t want to describe your gazes colliding as anything magical or relieving because it was anything but; it only heightens your anxiety and brings about the sudden worrying of your lips and ellie’s shocked countenance.

you’re terrified.

“um, again, i’m so sorry, but i have somewhere to be, so,” you bow your head slightly and turn to leave through the stairwell even though that’s exactly where you came from, and likely where ellie’s going, and god, you must look so fucking stupid right now. maybe it’s not even ellie, maybe your anxiety’s peaked so far up you’re starting to hallucinate and you just decided to walk away from a random stranger who you’ve smacked with a fucking door—

you don’t even realize the guest keycard dina’s sent you on your phone isn’t properly aligned with the scanner in your rush to get out.

ellie’s utterance of your name must be your breaking point, because all of a sudden tears are springing to your eyes and you’re having trouble breathing. this is why you ran away, this is why you hadn’t even considered coming home, this feeling is fucking terrifying because the only person that has ever pulled it from you is ellie and her being oblivious to how much you love her.

ellie fucking williams is reaching out and trying to fix your shaky hold on your phone so you can open the fucking door when her hand is just as shakey as your own.

“if you didn’t wanna see me, i’m sure dina could’ve just—”

“you’re blaming this on her when you knew i was coming?” your voice comes out weak, but loud, and you see her flinch at your tone because ellie has never been the type to avoid being where she wasn’t wanted, but when it came to you she’d respect what you wanted no matter what. she’d been the only person to sit with you as you went through shit like this, and now she must think she was the cause.

“no, no! i didn’t, fuck, what’s wrong with you?” she asks. it’s not meant to be accusatory, a part of you knows that ellie just sucks at being all open and vulnerable—at least the ellie you knew did—, but the other part is afraid and feeling defensive and it wins against the other in a fight for reason as you choke out a disbelieving laugh, turning around and shoving her as far away from you as she can get.

“nothing’s wrong, i just have somewhere to be—”

“this is the first time we see each other in five goddamn years, and you say you have somewhere else to be?!”

ellie’s voice breaks at the question, and you swear you feel your heart shatter in your chest once you see the look she gives you; it’s true, pulling the i have places to be card was a dick move, but you’re in the midst of what feels like an anxiety attack and arguing with the supposed love of your life is not what you need right now. honest to god, all you want is to leave, get the fuck out of this town, and pretend nothing happened in the first place because being back there is ten times better than dealing with your fucking feelings and facing rejection head-on.

“don’t you!? this is dina’s place, i’m not stupid!”

“what the fuck are you talking about!?”

she should know, you think, the two of you had spent hours either on-call, out, or in either of your respective bedrooms talking about ellie’s massive crush on dina and how she was going to ask the girl out. every day, you’d urge her to just get it over with because there’s no way she doesn’t feel the same.

understandably so, because had anyone else seen the way the two of them looked at each other all those years ago, they would think they were a match made in heaven, too. perhaps to ellie, you think, it wasn’t that big of a deal and was an easy little crush to forget about, but to you? the best friend who had been in love with ellie since she was, at the very least, sixteen years old and struggling with comphet? it was like being shot over and over again until you were completely numb to it.

it was your whole world, and you haven’t let go of those childish and immature feelings yet.

“i’m so glad you got the girl, ellie, god knows i was rooting for you,”

you see her face fall. “...what? dina and i, we aren’t..”

“you don’t have to lie to make me feel better, jesus christ, i’m not some stupid—”

“shut the hell up for a second,” ellie cuts you off. this time, she’s putting up an act, you can tell. what she’s using it to hide, though, you’re unsure of because ellie has always been really good at pretending when she actually wants to.

you can’t tell if she’s trying to make you feel any worse by laughing, though. it’s not gleeful, or amused, in fact it sounds aggravated and it’s scaring you a little bit, because ellie’s only ever laughed like that just before she swung at a couple idiots in high school (like the idiot she is, really) or before cursing out some bigot in the middle of a busy club or group outing.

“you need to fucking breathe,” she exhales, and it feels like your airway opens just a little at her words alone. ellie’s care has only ever been shown to those she’s close to, since she’s always been too afraid to open up and show that kind of vulnerability, so the fact that she’s showing it to the person who ditched her and fuck—you’re reminded of dina’s words—, the person that made her cry, gives you the kind of relief you don’t feel like you deserve.

“i’m not…with dina. she’s pregnant with jesse’s kid, for fuck’s sake.”

the admission makes your heart stop, something you hadn’t even considered—understandably so, given the fact dina identified as a lesbian when you’d up and left all those years ago—even though, now, thinking back, there were pictures on those shelves, sonograms, and…

“oh”, you breathe out, feeling the sudden need to go up and check if dina’s okay because god, you’re so stupid, you made a pregnant woman—god knows how far along she is—run around her fucking apartment complex looking for you, made her stress out because you were acting like a fucking child.

jesus christ, what is wrong with you, you think, and practically collapse onto the dirty ass floor of the parking garage. you pull your knees up to your chest in a near-fetal position as every bit of anxiety seeps out of you, allowing yourself to relax, now knowing dina and ellie aren’t together but also granting guilt full access to your conscience. it’s both a relief and a nightmare all at once.

“i’m so sorry,” you force out, and figure this is the only time you’ll ever be able to get it out. at least you’ll walk out with no regrets; your relationship with ellie is damaged enough as is, so the revelation of your feelings will only act as another reason to forget about each other’s existence. it’s a win-win, you tell yourself, even though the idea of losing her for real is ripping you apart.

you tug your phone out of your pocket, ignoring the stream of notifications from dina, asking where you are and, again—something that will never fail in making your throat close up and bring tears to your eyes—if you’re okay. this time, away from prying eyes, you’re free to take out the picture without judgment. your phone case falls to the floor along with the picture, and you try to pretend you don’t feel ellie’s eyes burning into the top of your head.

all of her attention is on you and it hurts.

“i found this. last week.” you start, and unfold the paper. your hand is surprisingly steady as you hold it out to her, anxiety pooling in your gut when she takes it from you and your fingers brush just enough to send sparks racing up your arm and into your chest; to your heart.

“it was in a box of a bunch of old stuff. i guess that’s when i realized i missed you guys. where i am now, i guess, it felt like i was just staying there, you know? like i was visiting or some shit. it didn’t feel like a place i could call home.”

ellie’s gaze flits between your face and the paper. she even goes as far as flipping it over and reading the date written on the back; something scrawled unevenly that you’d already memorized. it was taken not long before the two of you graduated high school, and there’s still a little bit of mischief sparkling behind your eyes, your closeness evident even through a cheap piece of film.

“i know you know i left for a reason,” you start, and cringe because you’re already expecting her to ask in the same harshness that dina did, if it was because you slept together one time.

“fucking figured, yeah,” she mutters, but it’s her way of telling you to continue.

“i um,” you swallow past the lump in your throat, “i was missing you. i couldn’t—” and your voice breaks again, this time you don’t have the chance to stop it. “there was something missing, ellie. i ran away because i couldn’t stay after—”

“after you slept with me?”, she tries to finish for you, but it sounds wrong coming from her; her tone screams defeat, it screams acknowledgement and unbidden heartbreak, and it genuinely tears you right the fuck apart. you freeze up a little, because it was something you’d considered time and time again while you were away, the idea that ellie thinks you ran away because it was her you’d slept with, because you thought it was weird and that she’d forced herself on you, because that’s just the way ellie is, but you’d ignored it solely because being rejected would’ve felt worse than knowing your best friend was blaming herself.

man, you felt like such a dick.

“no, ellie, i love you, you fucking idiot. i ran away because i’d just slept with the love of my fucking life.”

the look she gives you fills you with an unbridled sense of hope, even though ellie’s given you that look before. she’s given you hope before, too, for years. honestly, even before you’d realized you were in love with her, she’d give you that kind of hope. maybe she loves me too? your teenage self would ponder, and then would have her heart broken once again every time ellie’d bring up dina and have the two of you waste your night chatting about her.

so you shove that feeling down and try to finish.

“i stopped talking to you because i knew i needed to get over it. i know now that was complete bullshit, and i shouldn’t have just…walked away like that. fuck, ellie, dina said you cried about it, shit, i’m so sorry—”

“don’t.” she cuts you off, and if she weren’t holding onto the last physical memory of her that you own, you would have gotten up and left. anything to avoid her rejection, anything to avoid hearing it from her mouth and have her feelings clarified to your face—it’s going to sting, you know, it’ll feel like a slap to the fucking face even though it’s what you’re expecting.

“you’re seriously not the only idiot here. i don’t actually think i ever actually liked dina,” ellie starts, and you don’t dare look at her, staring at the floor next to your feet. she’s only saying this to make me feel better, you think, because ellie’s just like that. you realize you’ve been making that excuse all afternoon, but really don’t see a point in stopping, it’s what’s gotten you this far.

“i loved seeing the look on your face whenever i talked about her, though. you were always really into it, the whole romance thing, and it felt nice having your eyes on me, you know?”

she stares at the paper, and god, ellie thinks, was it obvious to everyone but you? how the hell couldn’t you have noticed? the way she’s looking at you in this picture, dina—who had taken it herself—had to remind her to be subtle about it or she’d be found out immediately. honestly, ellie was a lost cause with you, but the fact that you’d run away from her because, what…you were afraid? after sleeping with her, because…

“you thought i hadn’t felt the same way.”, she says, and then everything clicks into place. ellie’s hushed utter of your name prompts your gaze on her, and she returns that look with just as much intensity. she’s not sure she’s ever wanted someone to understand something as much as she wants you to understand this right now.

“you’re so fucking stupid, you idiot. it’s always been you. i still love you.”

ellie, having gotten down onto the floor herself in the middle of her little monologue, scooches towards you and picks your discarded phone case up off the floor. it takes you a second, still… processing her words, believing them, to realize she’s holding her hand out for your phone, and you scramble to give it to her.

she fumbles with the case and the picture, folding it up nicely so it’ll fit into the back before ensuring the case and the picture are securely back where they belong. she stares at your case, different than the one you’d had all those years ago, and figures she has to decorate it the same way she had all those years ago.

it was her mark on you, those ugly stickers, folded-up gum wrappers, random concert tickets and any shit she’d find that’d been given to you as gifts, things that she honest to god never saw you throw out. right now, ellie’s hoping you’ll give her the chance to fill it up again, leave parts of her somewhere you’ll never forget them, and belatedly realizes you’ve never actually forgotten her even though you’d only dug up this picture about a week before.

“i’m so sorry,” you start again, and ellie’s just about as sick of hearing you apologize as someone who’s hopelessly in love with their ex-best-friend can be. so she cuts you off by tossing your phone carelessly at your face, earning a yelp of surprise, before scooching even closer to you and leaning in far enough that her chin can come down to rest on your knees.

“stop fucking apologizing and kiss me.”, she says, and the press of your lips against hers calms you like nothing else ever will.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams prompt #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #tlou x reader #tlou2 x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fluff #tlou ellie #modern au #confession

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personasratch · 1 year

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More cats! Since the last post blew up I thought i should actually draw them with more detail. I did changd the designs on them though just a little, but I think they turned out great!

If you wonder what there breeds are here it is.

Ink: munchkin

Dreams: Scottish fold (mix)

Blue: birman

Error: brittish shorthair

Nightmare: Turkish agora (mix)

Killer: siamese

Dust: Japanese bobtail

Horror: Maine coon

Cross: ragdoll

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coeluvr · 5 months

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the cat luceris made me think of what cat breeds would the ros be, so:

Fadiya- calico cat

Helios- birman

Hunter - maine coon (probably mixed with something else too)

Vincent- tabby cat

Soarine- egyptian mau

there are probably better breeds for them but i just kinda went of the feels 👍

I can see these 🥺 Especially calico for Fadiya, so cute 😭

#coe answers #womenenthusiast2

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meaningofaeons · 9 months

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ katze's 500 follower writing cat-baret!

hi everyone it's katze! thank you so much for 500 followers wowie!!! (๑✪ᆺ✪๑) I'm so happy you all like my writing enough to follow, and I hope to keep writing for you for much longer!

please read below to see details of my little event to celebrate!

event p1 - raffle!

for one (1) lucky winner, I will write a fic of your choosing! oc x character, reader x character, or character x character, whatever you wish as long as it follows my rules! this fic will be 1.5k words minimum, but may be longer depending on what you want written. you can choose whether or not I post it, too!

to enter into this raffle, please like this post and reblog both this post and my commissions post (sorry, I need to boost it somehow ;w;) I will be checking, so be sure to do all 3 tasks!

winner will be drawn on august 11th at 10pm pacific time!

event p2 - cat cafe pick-your-prompt!

I will be writing any and all requests from the prompt list below sent starting from today until august 11th at 10pm pacific time (so you have until then to request!), so long as they follow my rules/characters I write for!

more info utc!

please format your request like the following examples! you can get creative with how you phrase it, though :3 "hi, I'd like to visit the cat cafe with (character). we want to play with a (cat color) (cat breed) cat, and we want to order (drink type) while we do." "can I go to the cafe with (character) to see a (cat color) (cat breed) cat, and order (drink type)?" and so on and so forth!

as you can see, if you are unsure of what cat breed, cat color, or drink type you'd like, there is a convenient "katze's pick" for each category! that means I'll just decide what to write for that particular area!! (for the prompts, I may pick something outside of what is provided, so if you're looking for a wildcard prompt, pick katze's pick!

here's the lists!

cat breeds: ⊹ tabby - domesticity ⊹ ragdoll - unusual proposal ⊹ persian - falling in love ⊹ british shorthair - fake dating ⊹ siamese - festival/amusement park date ⊹ american shorthair - cafe date ⊹ birman - couple fights ⊹ siberian - dreams ⊹ bombay - obliviousness ⊹ munchkin - soulmate au ⊹ ragamuffin - royalty/manhwa au ⊹ snowshoe - hanahaki au ⊹ scottish fold - actor au ⊹ bengal - "do they not know that we're together?" ⊹ himalayan - "they're so obvious and it's embarrassing." ⊹ sphynx - "please, I just need one date." "you think you can woo me with just one date?" ⊹ abyssinian - "are you going to hit me if I kiss you?" "I might if you don't." ⊹ mixed breed - "I wish this moment would last forever." ⊹ maine coon - katze's pick

cat colors: ⊹ orange - fluff ⊹ white - hurt/comfort ⊹ black - angst ⊹ tortoiseshell - katze's pick

drinks: ⊹ tea - headcanons ⊹ coffee - scenario ⊹ cider - headcanons/scenario hybrid ⊹ hot cocoa - katze's pick

I hope you all enjoy the event and have fun! I'm looking forward to your cat cafe preferences! (^≗ω≗^)

and once again, thank you for 500 followers!

#katze's 500 follower special #katze's cat-baret #katze's cat cafe #thank you again guys!#hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #all posts regarding this event will be tagged w the first 3 tags btw #just for organization purposes!

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clouseplayssims · 2 months

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Heyyyyy TS3 people. Anybody feel like confirming the dog/cat breed names for me because the wiki is uh. Questionable.

I typed out the list already I just need confirmation on how correct it is and if I'm missing anything.

Large Breeds Afghan Hound Airedale Terrier Akita Alaskan Malamute American Eskimo American Foxhound American Staffordshire Terrier Australian Cattle Dog Australian Shepherd Bedlington Terrier Bernese Mountain Dog Black And Tan Coonhound Bloodhound Bluetick Coonhound Border Collie Borzoi Boxer Brittany Bull Mastiff Canaan Chesapeake Bay Retriever Chow Chow Chow Lab Mix Collie (Rough) Curly Coated Retriever Dalmatian Dingo Doberman Pinscher English Foxhound English Setter English Springer Spaniel Field Spaniel German Shepherd German Shorthair Pointer Giant Schnauzer Goolden Doodle Golden Retriever Great Dane Great Pyrenees Greyhound Ibizan Hound Irish Red and White Setter Irish Setter Irish Terrier Irish Wolfhound Keeshond Kerry Blue Terrier Labradinger Labradoodle Mastiff Newfoundland Norsk Elk Shepherd Old English Sheepdog Otterhound Pharaoh Hound Pit Bull Terrier Pointer Polish Lowland Sheepdog Poodle (Standard) Redbone Coonhound Rhodesian Ridgeback Rottweiler Saint Bernard Samoyed Siberian Husky Staffordshire Bull Terrier Tibetan Mastiff Vizsla Weimaraner Welsh Springer Spaniel Wheaten Terrier

Small Breeds Basenji Beagle Bichon Frise Black Russian Terrier Bocker Boston Terrier Bull Dog Bull Terrier Cardigan Welsh Corgi Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Chihuahua (shorthaired) Cocker Spaniel Dachshund English Cocker Spaniel English Toy Spaniel French Bulldog Havanese Carin Terrier Italian Greyhound Jack Russel Terrier Mini Schnauzer Miniature Pinscher Papillon Parson Russell Terrier Pekingese Pembroke Welsh Corgi Pitbull??? (looks like a Bull Terrier) Pomeranian Poodle (Mini?) Pug Puggle Schipperke Schnoodle Scottish Terrier Shetland Sheepdog Shiba Inu Shih Tzu Silky Terrier Smooth Fox Terrier Staffordshire Bull Terrier Standard Schnauzer Toy Fox Terrier West Highland White Terrier Whippet Wire Fox Terrier Yorkshire Terrier

Cats Abyssinian American Bobtail American Longhair American Shorthair American Wirehair Balinese Bengal Birman Black Cat Bombay British Longhair British Shorthair Burmese Calico Chartreux Colorpoint Shorthair Cornish Rex Devon Rex Egyptian Mau German Rex Havana Brown Himalyan Japanese Bobtail Javanese Korat Kurilian Bobtail La Perm Maine Coon Manx Norwegian Forest Ocicat Oriental Oriental Shorthair Persian Ragdoll Russian Blue Savannah Scottish Fold Shorthair Tabby Siamese Siberian Singapura Somali Tonkinese Turkish Angroa Tuxedo

#sending the ts3 bat signal out

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mollymontycats · 10 months

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Good night! 😴

#sleepy cat #sleeping cat #cat #cats #cats of tumblr #cute cats #pets #cat lovers #cat photos #katze #katzen #birman mix #colourpoint cat #monty the cat #mollymontycats

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bonefall · 1 year

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Do you plan on keeping Plumwillow's and Hawkwing's relationship?

I really like how they are united together through their shared grief, and raise a family together, while still only being friends and nothing more!

I think their friendship is really great and I wished the series remembered they were friends. :(

FUCK yeah. Sick of there not being actual non-romantic relationships in a clan. LET! THEM! HAVE! FRIENDS!

Also kinda considering Sandynose never coming back... I kinda don't like how he arrives and the narrative sorta forgets that Hawkwing raised Finleap, Reedclaw, and Dewspring. I also really dig the family legs that run down Sandy and Fin.

I'm thinking of making Sandy one of the Siamese-like purebred twins that joins SkyClan I mentioned earlier. Make them a sort of breed mix between Siamese and Birmans (Siamese body conformation; Birman pattern) and give them red-point legs.

I have to draft out the official SkyClan Family Tree redux though. Hmm... maybe after I burn through a couple more asks I'll make that

#I'm down to below 200 btw #I deleted a bunch that are long irrelevant because I answered them in other asks #Or were like 'time sensitive' like the Tunnelbun Discourse of '23 #Bonefall Rewrite

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joowee-feftynn · 2 months

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pink is a birman + ragdoll mix btw

#joowee's chattering

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nekomortiz · 6 days

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Hii! I was wondering what kind of cat Koko is! Also, what muppet inspired her design?

Koko is loosely based off of a mix of Siamese and Birman cats! I couldnt decide which one i originally wanted to go with, so i just mixed traits from both.

As for muppet, i had to take some… artistic liberties when designer her.

Mainly bcause when i went to look up official cat muppets, these are what i got:

#ask #anonymous #koko lore #There were more ofc! but…#none really looked like how i imagine her to #maybe one day i’ll try to make her irl!

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bbygirl-in-lace · 19 days

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Me: "I'm not a cat person. I'd never want to have a cat"

Me after meeting birman mix cats: "I NEED 3"

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ashtxeman · 1 year

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For the headcanon thing- how about the man of the hour glass joe?

You have opened a can of worms, and it smells like croissants and coffee.

First off, Joe and Kaiser are 100% boyfriends, and they've been dating for about 4 years! Their first date was at a fancy Italian restaurant, but none of them could read the menu so they just awkwardly ate pasta and left.

His actual name is Joseph Rousseau, and he's an only child meaning his childhood was pretty lonely. Luckily he doesn't mind too much.

Joe's birthday is August 15th, the day the Arc de Triumph was built!

Joe would love to have a cat, but he doesn't have any animals in his house because he's allergic. If he were to cave and get one anyway, he would get a birman cat and call it Fève.

When it comes to his love life, you'd think Joe would have a good lineup, but he actually hasn't dated that many people. When he was a teenager he dated a friend named Annette who was part of the same friend group as him. They were happy for a while, even if Annette didn't really have Joe's best interests in mind (convincing him to smoke and drink and such), that was until Annette's brother Jules started to shun Joe away. Eventually Annette took Jules side in a big argument and that escalated into something worse, which resulted in them never speaking again. He didn't date anybody after that, until Kaiser of course.

Since he and Kaiser officially got together, Joe's been holding back on pretty much everything. Knowing that Kaiser was, to him, a perfect man Joe wanted everybody to know they were a thing.. but Kaiser isn't the same, and prefers to keep things private. So Kaiser often finds himself telling Joe to stop taking pictures or to turn his voice down when he starts to lament in public. He's French though.. romance is in his blood.

For speaking, Joe's English is practically fluent, but for some reason he just can't perfect reading. He panics whenever you put an English menu in front of him, often misreads signs and puts accents where they don't need to be in his texts.

Joe was a petty criminal as a teen, back in France he used to shoplift with some questionable friends. As well as that he'd take part in underaged drinking and smoking.. what a rascal he was.

He gets vertigo a lot, so has paracetamol on him at any given moment. Helpful to himself and to literally everyone else.

He also has tinnitus.. Ear ringing go BRRRR. Or, EEEEE, more like.

Joe has a long scar down his leg because he tried to participate in the Tour de France before he started boxing and ended up falling down a hill with the bike. He also has some smaller scars in other spots from y'know, 100 big fat losses.

The WVBA is very careful putting Joe in matches, since betting on them is so easy. Going in, you know who's going to win and you know you'll get your moneys worth. This trend has been changed before, however. The first time it was when Joe beat Nick Bruiser, since everybody bet on Nick winning.. yeah, that didn't happen. The second time was when Little Mac was thrown into the mix, as some people sincerely believed Mac was weak enough to be beaten by Joe. Everybody put their money on Joe for once, and then he went and lost again.. safe to say the crowd was not happy that day.

Joe has a bit of an apathy issue. At times he won't react to things as much as he should, but other times he'll really exaggerate his feelings and end up looking stupid.

Joe was a choir boy growing up! His Mother, Colette, was a religious woman who ran a bakery and had him be in the choir so he wouldn't be running around the business all day.

His favourite colour is blue.

He legally can't drive because of his medical issues, so anytime you see him he's usually in a taxi. Many taxi drivers know him by name.

He absolutely despises Gabby Jay for some reason. They were great friends at one point, and then that changed to complete hatrid from Joe. Even the mention of Jay can ruin his mood.

The only alcohol Joe drinks is wine, and even then it takes a lot of it to get him anywhere near drunk. It's mostly a mix of a built up tolerance plus medicine keeping it toned down, but there's been a lot of times he's been down on his luck and got a bit carried away with it. You could say there might be a stash of cabernet sauvignon somewhere in his kitchen labelled 'emergency only', because there is.

Joe's way too forgiving for his own good.. most of the time. He likes Aran even if he's a complete nuisance 90% of the time, simply because he likes to give people the benefit of the doubt. Though, push him enough and you will get a very stern side of him that feels almost uncanny. You've seen the way he stares.. right into the soul..

Joe is a fantastic cook and tends to cook for the other boxers at gatherings. He's willing to cook anything, but is of course best at making pastries!

He also cooks when he's stressed. If he's having a bad day he'll make croissants, immediate mood lifter.

If he wasn't a boxer, he'd love to run a bakery.

A lot of the time he develops a liking for a particular hobby, but quickly gives up on it because of low self-esteem. For example he once took art classes, but gave up because he didn't think he had the talent for it.

As a joke he was given a baguette pillow for his birthday, but he genuinely loves it and keeps it right next to him in bed.

Joe has been completely afraid of the Bruiser twins ever since the incident with Nick. He won't speak to them or go near them, and gets uncomfortable when they're brought up.

Joe's eyes are a lovely burgandy colour, but some people swear they've turned a strange pinkish-turquoise at times.

He has naturally dark undereyes, but they're way darker than they would be usually since he is perpetually tired.

He may not be the best in the ring, but sit him down at the TV and boot up a game? Consider yourself beat, he's unnaturally good at video games.

90% of the time his nails are painted black.

He tried to grow his hair out once, but it kept getting caught in his headgear so he gave up and cut it.

He absolutely did have a terrible phase when his hair was short and blonde. Don't speak to him about it unless you want him to get majorly embarassed LMAO.

In the A-Bracket, Joe gets along best with Kaiser, Disco, Hugger and Sandman.

In the B-Bracket, Joe doesn't really get along with anybody. He's either scared of them, or never talks to them.

Don't ask him about Quick.

#punch out #glass joe #you dont understand how much i needed this MUHAHA #i love him so much but you probably cant tell yk yk

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