The Dread Pirate Khan

Anonymous asked: where are the sad cats?

I…. I don’t know, Anon!

The only one I know is the one I follow on Twitter: https://twitter.com/MYSADCAT 

…and he’s pretty sad.

expatinschland:

My reaction is,

captain-snark:

inspired by 3x03 and Derek’s resignation in the face of death

“Like anybody’d care,” Derek mumbles, face turned away. Stiles makes a scoffing noise in the back of his throat and Derek glances at him.

“Dude!” He says, voice annoyed and cracking, “do you know how like…fucking…boring it’d be around here if you died!” Stiles huffs, arms gesticulating wildly as he speaks. Derek gives him a look of disbelief, a tight scowl with something like hope burning at the edges.

“Seriously, who the hell would I engage in witty banter with,” he argues. “Peter?” He says it like an insult and the corner of Derek’s mouth quirks. Stiles grins at him, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, the dude’s a worthy opponent but burying someone in a crawl space really puts a bit of a damper on the potential for a future relationship, you know?”

Derek still doesn’t look entirely convinced, but his body turns in Stiles’ direction, who shuffles forward a bit. “You’re kind of the sole reason I was a wanted fugitive for several months,” Derek points out.

“Okay, one…half of that was definitely Scott’s fault—“

“You’ve left me for dead,” Derek reasons.

“I felt bad about it!” Stiles shouts, but Derek is smirking now. “Besides, you slammed my head into a steering wheel!” Stiles reasons.

“You used my body as a form of bribery,” Derek argues.

“Punched me in the hand,” Stiles waves it in front of him, “It’s still bruised, I’ll probably have really bad tendonitis when I’m older, never be the piano player I’ve always dreamed. My hopes for the future have been crushed by your unwieldy wolf powers,” Stiles pouts.

Derek rolls his eyes, but his shoulders are less tense, the lines around his face smoothing out to something less harsh. There’s a long pause, Stiles scuffing the toe of his shoe on the floor beneath him, awkwardly.

“Look,” Stiles says, voice soft, contrite, “I know almost dying is sort of part of the whole,” he gestures between them,” job description, thing, you know?” Derek catches his gaze before Stiles drops his. “But just…just stop making decisions based on some asinine belief that no one cares, okay?”

Derek looks like he’s about to argue, and Stiles shakes his head, shrugs his shoulders. “Because I care, alright? Like…” he sighs heavily and flushes. Derek stares at him in stunned disbelief and Stiles feels his heart rate quicken, thumping loud in his chest.

“I’m not saying I want to be werewedded and raise your pups or anything, dude, just like…that it’s…you know it’s been…I mean it hasn’t sucked having you around or anything, lately.” Stiles’ hands fall listlessly to his sides and he sighs.

“I uh…” Derek clears his throat, stares at Stiles with his eyebrows raised high on his forehead. Stiles blinks at him, rolls his eyes. “You’re…useful,” Derek offers. Stiles raises a brow and stares at him.

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he clutches at his chest dramatically. Derek huffs out an annoyed breath and turns to walk away. “Dear Diary,” Stiles narrates, trailing after him, “Derek Hale almost made a nice. Tomorrow, I’m going to share my pudding cup with him and see if he expresses emotions.”

“Go home, Stiles,” Derek throws over his shoulder.

“Okay, but I know your physical intimidation tactics are really just your way of expressing your fondness for me,” Stiles shouts after him, “no use denying it.”

“And you like me more than my homicidal undead uncle,” Derek tosses back.

Stiles smirks, waits until he’s nearly out of earshot, “those would make wonderful vows.”

Several yards away, Derek smiles for the first time in weeks. 

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omgwtfneo:

SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE STEALING YOUR GODAMN ART?

Can’t find the godamn ask to tell the blogger to kindly take your art down?

NO MOAR!

Email support@tumblr.com with links to your originals and the repost, and they’ll take it down.

NOW REBLOG THE SHIT OUTA THIS AND SPREAD THE WORD!

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kimssims:

he meows so hard he falls over ;3

I just made a very undignified noise at my desk

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sweet-bitsy:

lampsarepeopletoo:

punsicle:

hurdygurdygirl:

This is how I’d play chess

I HAVE NEVER LOVED A VIDEO SO DEARLY

HOLY SH*T

Isn’t this how everyone plays

“Still diagonally. Some traditions die hard.”

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Giraffe selfies

Took me a while to figure out what was happening to the young lady’s coverup.

dearcoquette:

How do I respond to the assertion that I “shouldn’t advertise what’s not for sale” with my choice of dress?

Response #1 (The High Road): “It’s insulting to imply that my sexuality is for sale, and it’s disrespectful to make comments that commodify my body.”

Response #2 (The Middle Road): “How I dress is none of your business.”

Response #3 (The Low Road): “You wish you had these tits.”

BRILLIANCE. SHEER BRILLIANCE.

riddle-my-hiddles:

inseptica:

iou-a-colt:

steel-and-snow:

A photo of the rare dabadeedabatiger.

this rare species of tiger has the rare pigment “dabadeedabadie” derived from a blue world

scientists have proven that all day and all night end everything he sees is just blue like him inside and outside

I’m fuckin done with this site

hosino-hikaru:

I couldn’t resist, so I added cat ears ಡuಡ

oh my god

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janesgravity:

ladybusinessplus:

chrisa511:

saveoriginalthinking:

why are kittens so gosh darn cute?

Why must I be allergic to cats T_T

‘Morning, everyone :D

I just sat here holding my breath, waiting for the little black kitty to breathe

All the cutest of kitten gifs for your delectation, yes

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heartattackle:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

actualgatsby:

Repeat after me, kids:

Not all Gallifreyans are Time Lord

Not all Gallifreyans are Time Lord

Not all Gallifreyans are Time Lord

Not all Gallifreyans are Time Lord

Time Lord is a Rank, Gallifreyan is a species. 

The Doctor is the last of the Time Lords but is he the last of the Gallifreyans?

OH SHIT

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I love autocorrect fails so very, very much.

zubat:

tekena:

A lion and a miniature sausage dog have formed an unlikely friendship after the little dog took the king of the jungle under his wing as a cub.
Bonedigger, a five-year old male lion, and Milo, a seven-year old Dachshund, are so close that Milo helps the lion clean his teeth after dinner.
The 500lbs lion dwarfs little Milo, yet after the dog took the disabled lion into his protection as a cub, Bonedigger has rarely left his side.

I’M CRYING

squeeeeeeeeeee!

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