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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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I saw this scrolling the social media today and I just needed you to know. My fictional true love Joan the disservice cat definitely needs one.

First, thank you for this.

When I got the notification that you sent me an ask, I was not expecting four of the best images on the internet. I love these cats in their little outfits and I agree, Joan needs this.

I can picture Eddie scrolling through Pinterest, seeing little heavy metal cat outfits, and immediately taking out his credit card despite the fact that Joan has never once enjoyed him putting her in an outfit. In fact, she actively acts like she’s dying every time he does.

So, she never wears them, but…

Joan has grown up observing Ozzy and Ozzy takes care of Steve. So the natural conclusion is that Steve is Baby and he must be looked after.

Joan also has no concept of federal holidays. She just knows that there are days that Steve is not there and days that he is. If he is home on a day he’s not supposed to be than that’s bad. So, he should not be putting on his running shoes.

Since Ozzy is doing nothing to stop him, Joan insist on stepping in.

Steve nudges her out of the way as he slips his foot into his shoe, “Joan, move. You’re going to get stepped on.”

But Joan does not move because she is helping. Steve does not seem deterred so Joan insists on coming with him and if she has to wear a silly little outfit and get put in a torture device (AKA the cat stroller) than so be it.

Steve lets out a little annoyed huff and calls out, “Babe, I’m taking the cat!”

So picture it: Steve in pastel joggers since it’s chilly outside and an old but well maintained Hawkins High Swim Team t-shirt that’s tight across his shoulders. He’s got his pristine white dad shoes and his socks pulled up. Ozzy’s running beside him as he pushes the stroller, and then he’s stopped by a woman a couple blocks over who wants to see the baby.

The baby is, of course, Joan with her little fangs sticking out and her shirt that says Cannibal Corpse.

#You know those posts about dog owners vs cat owners where the dog owner will give you this big description of their pet and cat owners are #like ‘this Linda she’s orange’#that’s Ozzy and Joan about Steve and Eddie #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #Ozzy the service dog #Joan the disservice cat

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cowboykakashi · 1 year

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Before and after you grab his toy

#Hubert #a lot of ppl in the tags on his posts will say things like oh that’s not a cat that’s a dog #and they are very correct he loves playing fetch and he’s very good at it #very demanding about it too he’ll throw his toys at you off the balcony #cat #cats #kitties #cute cat #tuxedo cat #black and white cat #catblr #petblr #pets of tumblr #cats of tumblr #cute pets

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ghouljams · 7 months

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Johnny is definitely the kind of guy who picks up large dogs under one arm and just carries them around.

More Soap on the farm headcanons, I love him he's so funny.

Absolutely he picks up the dog and carries it around like a sack of feed. Just holding the cattle dog under one arm, Mav doesn't care, wags his little tail as they walk around and barks at things like usual. Soap's been told multiple times not to hold the dog like that but he doesn't care. Mav doesn't complain so he just keeps pickin' him up and carrying him around.

Soap's the guy picking up the goats. Can't herd them so he just moves them physically. Definitely has raised enough of them that they just let it happen. Bottle fed animals come up to him and he just scoops them up. A favorite of the barn cats to no one's surprise. He's got a way about him that the particularly bad tempered animals just melt for. Show Soap a goat that won't stop headbutting, or a horse that bites, and he'll bring them back the best behaved animal you ever laid eyes on.(Give him a hellcat of a darling and he'll try to wife her up)

Strikes me as the guy you would see at the fair showing off heritage breeds. Also strikes me as the sort of guy that feels bad when he has to neuter an animal. Apologizes to the bulls when he's gotta snip them.

#it's funny I was writing a cowboy!keegan post about him doing the exact same thing lol #john mactavish #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap modern warfare #soap cod #soap mw2 #cowboy!soap #Soap strikes me as more of a cat person than a dog person #he picks up barn cats and kisses them on the head #and they just PURR #is anyone surprised he went after Moon the second she hissed at him???#ghoul speaks

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jvlianbashir · 9 months

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i feel like some people are still so weird about cats. i taught my cat "sit" recently and upon mentioning this to my one friend he said he didn't really believe cats learn tricks like dogs do (because they're independent-minded and don't have a drive to please their owners) and was like "she's only sitting because she knows she usually gets a treat from you if she does"

unlike dogs who... definitely don't normally learn tricks through positive reinforcement or like treats.... apparently...

#don't get me wrong i do think it varies by cat #also this is not an anti dog post just a 'wow people have strongly set ideas about cat personalities'#also hearing people constantly reiterate how independent and aloof cats are has been very surreal #because my cat is like... basically made of velcro. as loving as any dog ive ever owned. she just doesn't need to be taken out to poop #that's like the only difference in independence ive experienced lmao #not st #cats #doctor's log

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mistykaru · 2 years

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he wedge (heathen for putting shoes on the couch yes ok move past it)

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #andreil #neil josten #you know when cats go in between two dogs bc it's like v warm #that was the main inspiration for this #i just wanted to doodle it out #idk how i feel about the couch #its meant to be the lounge one #maybe it's orange #so i made it partially white but i don't think this is the best way to go about it #idk i dont do furniture design #anyway if i forgot things uhh be nice about them i almost forgot neil's scars again #i fixed a thing thats been bothering me for however long this posts been out idk if i can fix it on ig but i have not opened that in forever

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 7 months

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i made... a Mistake... i wanted to practice character design... how did i end up with four more WH ocs

#babe help im no longer in control #listen i went 'hey i dont see enough cow puppets in anything. ...how would i personally draw that'#hiiiiii mairy welcome to existence #and then i went 'what about cats? you always see dogs but never cats'#hiiiii casey welcome to existence #and then 'hmm i wanna make a bug one. whats my favorite bug?'#hiiii hettie welcome to existence #and then i wanted a little store owner for funsies #hiiii daisy welcome to existence #Will be posting their scribbles soon. i may be in love with Mairy Love the cow.#what can i say... she's my type... big strong lady...#absolutely unprompted #anyway they all live in their own isolated community w/ derry and jesterly #jes has received a redesign and so i no longer want them dead <3 #SEND HELP THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND #MY MIND IS CREATING DYNAMICS AND PERSONALITIES-

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marlynnofmany · 1 year

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The Oddest of Odd Jobs

Captain Piercing Sunlight rubbed her knuckles together, making yellow scales click. It was a more worrying sign of agitation than when Paint did it. The good captain was concerned.

“I imagine more opportunities will be posted soon,” she said, staring up at the job board. Not a single one of the posts was a request for a courier ship, or even passenger transport. It was all local stuff for this colony world. Surprising, really, since the people living here surely needed stuff they couldn’t make for themselves yet, but nobody seemed to be asking for a delivery.

“We could try the other colony,” Kavlae suggested, pointing vaguely over her shoulder while a gust of wind ruffled her head frills. With the sky-blue tone of her skin, she looked cold in the breeze, but that was normal. “I spotted a big spaceport while we were coming in.” Kavlae always noticed alternate landing sites; it was part of what made her a good pilot.

Before Captain Sunlight could reply, Zhee hissed sharply, which I’d learned was the bug-alien equivalent of a skeptical snort. “They’ll know we came from this one,” he said. “The local news said there’s feuding already.”

“What, really?” Kavlae asked while Captain Sunlight sighed deeply. “Weren’t the colonies started by the same group? They’ve got the whole planet to share, and they’re feuding?”

“Territorial species,” Zhee said with a dismissive click of his pincher arms. “Not enough food-plants to go around, apparently.”

“Keep your voice small,” warned the captain with a pointed glance at the nearest large passerby, who could crush any of us with a single hoof. Not a species to insult carelessly, or even on purpose. Six limbs, two of which were sometimes arms, lots of muscle, and even antlers. Nobody had told me the species name yet, but I was privately calling them Space Moose.

“Fine, fine,” Zhee said, folding his pinchers grumpily and glaring up at the board.

Captain Sunlight looked up as well. “Is there anything on here that looks do-able?” she asked, addressing all three of us.

I studied the grid of job posts. The rest of our crew was busy getting supplies — I hoped we weren’t about to skim over something that another person would catch. But just as I thought it, my eyes fell on a posting from a human ship.

“Oh, someone lost a dog!” I exclaimed, pointing. “They couldn’t find it before they left. That’s so sad.”

“We can keep an eye out,” Captain Sunlight said. “Our ship doesn’t have any of the fancy bio-scanners for seeking out that sort of thing.”

I read the whole post, looking for details. A three-year-old husky, male, “exceptionally fluffy,” named Matt. Which was short for Mattress. I loved him already.

“How recent is the post?” Kavlae asked.

“Just two days ago,” I said. “I hope the dog is okay. It says they last saw him at the edge of town.”

“There is a thriving ecosystem here,” Captain Sunlight reminded me gently. “The animal can surely find its way.”

“But he’ll be lonely,” I said, forlorn. Poor Mattress.

Before I could whine about it further, Zhee laughed and pointed at a different post, tapping it with one of his little wrist fingers. “Look at this. Anyone fancy being an exorcist today?” At his tap, the post unfurled a map and a sound clip. He pressed play.

A very familiar yodeling howl filled the air. Unsettling, if you were an alien herbivore. A glance at my crewmates showed that none of them recognized it either.

I grinned. “You guys, we have to be exorcists today.”

* * *

“We saw it again just last night,” said the enormous space moose, his deep voice going high with nerves. “It actually went into our shed, and no one is ready to go see if it’s gone yet.”

“I will check for you,” I assured him. Captain Sunlight was letting me take point on this job, and Zhee was doing his best to keep his sarcasm to himself. Kavlae looked nervous.

“You don’t need anything else?” the space moose asked. “Armor, weapons?”

“No, I’m pretty sure this ghost is friendly,” I said, holding up the only two things I had brought: a sheet of fish jerky and a clip-rope from the cargo bay. “At least, he should be happy to see me. But you guys stay back, okay?”

The towering behemoth was more than ready to stay behind. Several other moosey faces peered through a long window in the house nearby. They hadn’t even come outside. Captain Sunlight told Zhee and Kavlae to stay where they were, and to give the human space to work.

I looped the rope over my shoulder and approached the shed on quiet feet. The post had said the dog wasn’t aggressive, but I knew full well how unpredictable fear could make an animal. (People too, really. All the more reason for the others to hang back.)

The shed was big, more what would pass for house-sized where I was from, and it just seemed to get bigger. Plain-looking otherwise. Flat beige walls and a slanted roof, no windows. A door that stood open. A spill of pellets all over the floor, which proved to be from the torn corner of a bag like I’d seen at the market.

Grain stuff, so hopefully okay for a dog’s system, I thought, hesitating outside the doorway. As long as he didn’t eat more than his stomach can hold. Here’s hoping it tastes bad.

I cleared my throat. “Ma-att,” I singsonged. “Matt! Mattress! Here, boy!”

A rustle and a thump was all the warning I got before a very large and exceptionally fluffy dog charged out and tackled me to the ground.

The moose bellowed in panic and my crewmates shouted. Mattress licked every inch of my face, prancing and whining while I did my level best to sit up.

“It’s okay!” I called out between licks. “He’s just happy! Here, boy, do you want a treat?” I scrabbled for the jerky that I’d dropped, and managed to redirect the dog’s attention without losing a finger. I got to my feet while he tore at the jerky, tail wagging at light speed. Good thing it was the soft kind of fish jerky. At this rate, he might have hurt himself on the stiff kind.

“Are you all right?” Captain Sunlight asked from where she stood.

“I’m fine!” I said with a wave.

She and the other two had stepped away from the space moose, who seemed to be making an effort to breathe his way through a panic attack. I didn’t blame them. The poor guy looked equally likely to pick fight over flight.

Better get everybody settled, I thought, turning back to Mattress and finding the rope where it had fallen. He had a collar, thankfully. While he finished gulping down the food, I clipped the rope to his collar and wrapped the end around my hand multiple times. Then I stroked that thick fur and murmured praises.

“Is it safe?” asked the space moose in a strained voice.

“Yes, just a moment,” I said as Mattress started prancing about again. “Matt, sit.”

He sat. Huzzah. I stroked his head, and his tail thumped the ground with gusto.

“Good dog.” I took a step and tugged the leash. “Heel.”

He sprang up and trotted after me, tail wagging and tongue lolling, though with slightly less chaos-gremlin energy.

“Good boy,” I said, then led him over to where everyone waited. I didn’t get too close. “Sit,” I repeated. He sat.

The space moose was calming down admirably, though his eyes were still a little wide. “You do seem to have it well under control,” he admitted. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” I told him. “This guy just wants to go home. We can handle that.”

“You have my gratitude,” the moose said. “And now, money. Extra for speed.”

Captain Sunlight handled that part, while I stroked Mattress in a subtle search for injuries or problems stuck in his fur. He returned the favor by licking my ear with far too much saliva. I tried not to grimace, and wiped it off with my sleeve. “Good dog.”

“All right, let’s get this animal to the ship,” Captain Sunlight said.

“I’ll call up the owners for you as soon as we get there,” Kavlae said, checking her pocket communicator for the phone number from the post. We’d all saved copies.

“I’m sure they will want to see their animal in the cameras,” Captain Sunlight said, turning to me. “I trust you can keep it calm inside the cabin?”

I assured her that I could. We said our goodbyes to the space moose and his family watching from the house, then headed back to the spaceport.

Mattress followed happily, though judging by the panting, he was thirsty. There probably hadn’t been much to drink in that shed, and the jerky on top of alien kibble was bound to make things worse.

“We’ll get you a bowl of water right away,” I promised him. “Okay, boy?”

Mattress looked up at me with alert ears and that particular doggy smile.

Captain Sunlight got out her own phone. “I’ll have Wio ready one for us. How big of a bowl do you need?”

“Um, just have her fill one of the smaller cookpots. He looks pretty thirsty.”

Kavlae asked from a fair distance away, “How can you tell?”

“He’s breathing hard,” I said. “With his tongue sticking out like that.”

Zhee was also giving the dog a wide berth. “Is that why it’s doing that?” he asked. “I assumed the animal was showing off its teeth for the benefit of anyone who might offer it harm.”

“No, he’s smiling!” I said. “Look at that; that’s a happy face. Just a little thirsty.”

Zhee muttered something disparaging about predators being allowed in close range. Kavlae laughed, and Captain Sunlight shook her head.

I looked from face to face. “You guys don’t keep pets, do you?” I asked. “None of you?”

“None like that,” Captain Sunlight said. “Nothing that could kill us, no.”

“He wouldn’t do that!” I said with an exaggerated ruffle of Mattress’s fur. “He’s a good dog! And look how fluffy! Such a nice soft pillow, he’d probably let you take a nap on him.”

“No thanks,” said Zhee. “I don’t see the appeal.”

“You don’t see the appeal? Do—” My smile slipped when I really looked at Zhee’s exoskeleton. “I don’t think you can fully appreciate the feel of soft fluffy things, can you?”

Zhee’s unimpressed scoffing confirmed my suspicions. I looked to Captain Sunlight, and her own scaly hands. “What about you? Not a big deal?” I didn’t wait for her answer before turning to Kavlae, the vaguely fishy humanoid with frills everywhere. “You have proper skin! Come pet this dog!”

She didn’t want to, but under my insistence and Mattress’s continued good behavior, she finally edged forward and brushed a hand across the copious floof.

“Oh, that is soft,” she said.

“See? And he is such a good boy.” I patted him some more, and he responded by licking both of us.

Kavlae yelped, pulling back.

“It’s okay,” I hurried to say. “That means he likes you.”

“Oh,” Kavlae said. She sniffed her hand, then retched. “Oh, he smells!”

I looked down at him and had to admit, “Yeah, that’s another thing dogs do.”

“To the ship!” Captain Sunlight announced. “For water, a phone call, and then a thorough cleansing! Which I’m sure our favorite animal expert can handle, yes?”

I sighed. “Yes. I won’t enjoy it, though.”

Zhee hissed a laugh. “Maybe you can take a nap on the creature afterward.”

“Maybe! Just you watch. Might have to tire him out a bit first though. I’m sure nobody would mind a game of fetch in the cargo bay, right?”

Captain Sunlight gave me a look, but she didn’t say no.

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The ongoing adventures in backstory for this book! More to come.

#my writing #the Token Human #I got Mattress's name from that other post about names #a couple weeks ago #his humans absolutely have a cat named Missy too (Missile Launcher)#fun with names #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #haso #hfy #eiad #dogs #good dogs #in spaaace #space moose

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kitas-cleaning-supplies · 5 months

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if i got paid to think about sakuatsu, i'd be buying a house in this economy by now

#posts brought to you by a friend in the foxglove server talking about her cat and mom's dog #and my brain went. that's so sakuatsu coded #at least we're all thinking this together <3 #haikyuu #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #maz rambles #foxglove server shit

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cthulhusstepmom · 1 year

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Ghost is observant. He's always been, even before it was his job. It kept him safe, safe from his father's worst moods, safe from bullies at school, safe from the inevitable deterioration of all of his relationships.

So when Soap starts acting suspicious he feels his heart start to sink. He's a big enough person to admit that he's been selfish with Soap, allowed himself to indulge in genuine companionship; allowed something dangerous to develop. But what choice does he have? The thought of leaving now and denying himself the simple warmth of John MacTavish is almost a physical pain. So it should be a relief when Johnny starts to pull away, it saves Ghost from being the one to do it. But for once in his long trail of broken hearts and slowly withering relationships, Ghost doesn't want it to end.

So he clings on. He seeks him out more often, snaps and snarls at the thought of Soap going out of his sight. He lays there listening as Soap wakes with a haunted scream, internally wrestling with himself until he gathers the courage to cross the hall and knock, his cheeks heating when Soap answers the door in just his boxers. He kicks himself when Soap redirects and prepares to bow out and take the dismissal respectfully when Johnny offers to come and sit with him and his traitorous heart soars in his chest. Soap is giving him this and he'll take it with gratitude. They sit together in the rec room for hours, watching the fish sleep peacefully until Soap has drifted off and his tea is in danger of spilling in his limp hand. He briefly considers taking Johnny back to his room but he rationalizes that there is a reason the Soap didn't want him in there and it really isn't his business. So he sits there and he observes. Simply watching the slight rise and fall of Johnny's chest as he sleeps on the tattered couch. Indulging in the domesticity of it all.

When a knock jars him awake in the middle of the night he's unsure what he expects but Soap delirious and bleeding was certainly not on the top of that list. A small lick of pride flares inside of him that Soap would come to him before medical, which brings with it quiet concerns and many questions. Still he brings Johnny inside and sits him gently on his bed, stepping into his bathroom to quickly grab his personal first aid kit.

Soap is saying something when he gets back, so deep in his accent that it doesn't even register as words. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Ghost reverently takes his arm and starts to wipe at it with a damp cloth. Cleaning away the blood with quiet fervor, unsure just what could inflict such a wound on his Sergeant at this hour of the night. When the wound is revealed he flinches back.

Ghost is intimately acquainted with snake bites, has several scars buried deep in his collection that match the marks on Soap's arm, stretched and warped as they are from where he's grown since he got them.

And this is from a big fucking snake.

He looks up to Soap meets his eyes suddenly deathly sober.

"Just how'd you get this Soap?"

#CLIFFHANGER PART TWO #IM SORRY BUT IM NOT #ANGST #a smidgeon of Ghost's perspective because i love the wet cat man #tbh Ghost is just a big old retired fight dog in the shelter and Soap is the white woman coming to dedicate their entire life to him #he just needs love mannnn #on another note i may or may not be investing in my own goldfish tank soon so pray for me #in the event that happens i will post about it and 100% use it for fish person gaz content #cod mw2 #fish person gaz #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish #reptile person soap #simon ghost riley

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oceanwithouthermoon · 5 months

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Heyya! Not sure if you had posted anything with this but,thoughts on saikitty and kuboyashu dogs relationship?

like the dogs attack everyone that's not part of their family like strangers and even other animals but suddenly saiki appears on his kitty's form and they're like,chill? Or sm 🧐

Also love you hd! :D 💫

i have NEVER thought of this before dude like your brain is ^^

ive posted lots about saiki and kuboyasus dogs but never SAIKITTY and kuboyasus dogs...

oh my GOSH, imagine animals treating saikitty the same way people treat saiki ??? like hes the designated leader of the pack even though he does nothing to indicate that he wants that ?? imagine tiny little saikitty walking around with a bunch of huge pack dogs following behind him, just like how saikis friends act like his bodyguards.. it's obviously kuboyasus big ass dogs, and then some random neighborhood animals..

kubos dogs dont even usually get along with other animals but around saikitty its like they calm down enough to let him lead his pack.. but they still playfight a lot..

saikitty doesnt even MEAN to run into them, but they will literally come running if they think hes around.. and unlike anpu, kubos dogs probably know saikitty and saiki are the same..

#saiki not only communicating with the yasu dogs but actually being FRIENDS with them has so much potential #imagine kuboyasus dogs getting out and then coming back holding an angry little white cat by the scruff #sorry i took so long to respond to this i was mulling it over in my little brain #i had to give myself time to think silly doggy thoughts #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #kuboyasu aren #meows post #not tagging this as kubosai but just know thats what im thinking about right now

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actual-changeling · 1 year

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Joel thought he would never hear her laugh like this again, light and melodic and laced with a childlike innocence he knows she lost long ago, but it's spring and the snow has melted and she is giggling.

She is playing with a puppy, watching it overestimate its own speed and tumble to the ground, holding it with the same gentleness he feels in his own hands when he touches her, basking in the pure expression of joy only animals are capable of. They're free of untainted memories, the air smells like roses and lilac, his fingertips have been numbed by his guitar strings, and Ellie turns to look at him with a smile, a memory that has carried him through winter.

The sun has yet to grow hot but it is already turning her hair into shimmering copper, her ends barely reaching past her shoulders, and when she remains unbothered by the breeze blowing through it, strands tickling the back of her neck, he knows he will get to watch it grow again, watch her grow.

After not being a father for twenty years, the thought of experiencing another childhood, no matter how broken, no matter how short, fills him with equal parts of fear and devotion. Her spark is still there, the twinkle in her eye when she asks can we keep her, the brightness illuminating her face when he says yes and doesn't bother to hide his smile. There are crocuses in the grass, bright specks of color among the morning dew, and Ellie's skin when she presses her cheek into his palm is softer than their petals.

Joel remembers the giraffe, the dog and her in the snow after his world had stopped, her laughter anchoring him back down, her tiny hands that should have never had to aim a gun softly holding their horses face so she can press a kiss to his nose.

All he can do is stretch out his arms and offer her a space to grow, the promise of an embrace whenever she needs it, a constant I love you he cannot quite say, not yet, but only the innocence preserved in the trusting eyes of an animal, the carefree joy of a toddler in her arms, can help her find her childhood again.

There is too much violence in the world, too many memories haunting them to ever escape the pain, but Ellie presses herself against his side, warm, alive, happy, and she is laughing again.

It's enough.

#alex writes tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #ellie williams #joel miller #ellie and joel #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #literally way too many tags for one show #anyway i have been thinking about this post since yesterday please dont let it flop #i only just managed to actually put it into words.#ellie healing with animals is actually so fucking personal y'all have no idea #one day i will write that emotional support dog story. one day.#she is both a dog and a cat person #and a horse person #all of it she doesnt discriminate

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