Yes.
I like these cat!Sherlock and hedgehog!John photos I get to see on my Dashboard, sometimes. And I like drawing suits, so I made this … senseless … combination. XD”
Oh my god this is gorgeous.
ahhhhhh cannot handle this amount of cuuuuute
aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh
миша.
your socks. your shoes. the cat. the socks and the shoes.
WIP- colored the Cas portion of this for the meantime
“Kitten’s Dream” by Mirsad.
“My wife and I had a cat, Zmiro. He was funny and very smart bastard, who used to sleep a lot. One of those afternoons spent on the bookshelf sleeping, he started mumbling and buck jumping and I was caught by surprise… cats have dreams..? Of what..? Images and scenes flashed before my eyes…”
Dean thinks the thing is fake, at first; standing by the door of their motel room and staring at them like most ornaments do. And then it blinks. And Dean jumps.
No cat has eyes that are that blue. It just isn’t possible.
“Dean.” It says, only it’s mouth doesn’t move. Sam is the one who jumps this time. “Sam.” It says as an afterthought.
Of course, Dean would recognize that voice anywhere. “Cas, what the hell man, you’re,” Really cute, “A cat.” Dean finishes lamely, crouching down in the parking lot to get a better look.
“An unfortunate run in with Gabriel. May I join you tonight? I should be back in my vessel by morning.”
“Uh,” Dean looks over at Sam, who shrugs, “Yeah, man, of course. C’mon.” And if it isn’t the weirdest thing to have a little cat that is actually a freaking Angel trot in the door before him, Dean doesn’t know what is.
Dean chooses to ignore him. He’s on the verge of passing out, and if he doesn’t get to a bed in the next three minutes he’s probably going to crack his skull on the edge of the countertop or something. His nightly ‘routine’, if you can even call it that, is half-assed, and he comes out of the tiny bathroom in his underwear and a baggy shirt that might be dirty but he doesn’t care.
Cas is on the bed, curled up on one of the two pillows with his tail over his nose. His eyes are shut, but Dean can tell he’s awake. Must be humiliating, being turned from a powerful creature to a weak little animal. Dean doesn’t really have the heart to push him away.
He crawls in next to him, flopping down, his head only inches away from Cas’ little body. “Don’t steal the covers.” He jokes, and then he’s out like a light, a very distinct sound filling his ears right before he goes.
Dean wakes up with an unconscious, human, Cas sprawled out across his chest, arm thrown over him, chest still rumbling with a very soft and affectionate purr.
In case you were wondering how hard it is to get out of showing up for jury duty.
Someone mentioned this pic of James McAvoy looks like cat so I can’t help myself again.
ssstooopppp noooooNOOO
NYANNNNN
FDFDGASERTYUTYHJFGHNG
#BUT MAMA I JUST WANNA SING AND DANCE AND WEAR JAUNTY HATS WHY CAN’T YOU ACCEPT THAT #YOU WILL FOLLOW IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF YOUR FATHER AND SELL INSURANCE THAT WAS HIS DREAM NOW GET THAT FUCKING THING OFF YOUR HEAD #’and the hand of god comes down to reassure the little guy it’ll all be okay someday’
#YOU WILL FOLLOW IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF YOUR FATHER AND SELL INSURANCE
IT RAINED TODAY
ok brb gotta do some packing