this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day
No shit. That tom cat was like:
"This thorn invested wall means nothing."
"I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady."
and the lady cat was all:
"My brave darling."
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!
Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.
OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.
Few romantic heroes could do better.
I don’t post cats often but that illustration.
The smooth sounds of jazz floated through the calming atmosphere of the Spinny-Mix Juice Bar and Café, and the hushed bustle of various conversations made sure the Celebi’s quiet fuming was left well enough alone for the moment.
When Kamil entered the cafe, he nodded politely and put up a defensive hand to let the Spinda barista know he wasn’t here to order. The barista jived his way back to mixing drinks for the other customers, as the white-maned scholar took a seat beside the Celebi, her gaze fixated on her cup of coffee.
"I’m sorry,” she whispered.
"You know, Inari was mumbling those same two words when you ran off like that. And honestly, those are the words in my heart too." The Absol reached over and patted the Celebi on her back, rubbing her shoulder gently.
The Celebi continued staring into her coffee. After some hesitation, she glanced at the Absol. “What was your father like, Kamil?”
Slightly taken aback by the out-of-the-blue inquiry, Kamil rubbed his chin, before leaning back in the cushy seat of the cafe, crossing his arms slowly as he thought about the question. “Inari probably told you all about the great battler he was, huh?” At Galiana’s tired nod, he chuckled. “Mother complained when he’d cancel press conferences just to spend time with us - as did his sponsors, his manager…his greatness came with a great burden.
“Reporters always asked me and mom stupid stuff about him. Stuff like ‘how many hours does he train a day?’ and ‘what does he eat?’ and ‘are you going to grow up like your father, Kamil?’” He shook his head. “People saw him as a celebrity. I saw him as a father. My father. Our father.
“Even if it wasn’t my true calling, I stay connected with my heritage for events like this. Even if I hate how people think of us like the rotten spoiled celebrity kids, I cherish his legacy in the forms it has taken - Inari and the footsteps she follows.”
Galiana frowned. “But that burden’s hurting Inari. And it’s hurting me watching her try so hard.”
"You know she’d find a way to hurt herself anyway." When Galiana responded to his chuckling with a glare, he grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. Too soon? But that’s who Inari is." With a somber sigh and smile, he continued. "She wants to deserve the love she gets. And maybe that’s something you’ll have to shoulder with her for a long time - maybe even til death."
Galiana could feel the burning sensation in her eyes. She clenched her fists and shook her head slowly. “She’s too cruel to herself.”
"It runs in the family. I’ve been keeping something from Inari for a couple years, but father was a perfectionist too." He smiled. "Mother would give him the same lecture on watching out for himself. It’s why mother never really wanted us to be battlers. There’s no point in battling if we’re not giving it 110%."
"I…want her to be happy with herself, with where she’s at."
"I think that’s the thing. She’s happiest when she’s able to shoot for a goal that simply can’t be obtained - where she doesn’t have to hold back anything."
Galiana shook her head. “They do say ‘if you love something so much, set it free…’”
Kamil smiled, and set his hand on Galiana’s shoulder. “Sometimes what you set free doesn’t want to be set free. Sometimes the couple is happiest when caged by the silly and screwed up prison they share.”
Galiana set down her cup with a small rattle from the force, shooting Kamil a bemused glance. “What does that even mean?”
"A paradoxical prison - because you two are committed to each other, you’re both bound to not only help each other, but be helped by each other. Inari can push herself further and harder than ever before, because she knows you’re there to catch her. And don’t forget all those times Inari’s beaten others halfway to the hospital because they looked at you funny - it’s her way of showing you affection."
Galiana stifles a giggle, before letting it ring out crystal clear through the area. Kamil crossed his arms and smiled at the Celebi. The two were made for each other - one was an impulsive, brash and bold fighter, the other was a thoughtful, timid and demure healer. Like two sides of the same coin.
The Celebi’s laughter soon faded. She smiled sadly. “Still…wish she wasn’t quite so careless - you see what it’s doing to her, right?”
Suddenly, there was a small murmur as everyone stared out at the empty night sky outside the cafe, as a small firey streak flew across it. “Galiana! Where are you!?”
Kamil set a hand on the forest fae’s shoulder. “If it’s that hard for you to stomach, you should talk to her, heart-to-heart.”
Die Hard: With a Vengeance (1995)
do you ever look at your friends and you are like "Holy shIT YOU ARE SO CUTE AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I AM SO GLAD aND lUCKY WE R FRIENDS HOLY CRAp"
this is literally what I do though
my kitten says hello