#simon the cat

[charlesoberonn]

Was bored earlier so I doodled on pictures of my cat

[grippysockedtoebeans]

My own personal headcanon is that when simon dies in the movie he wakes up as my large orange cat who is also named simon.

Here is the boy

[stoneybaby3]

The sweetest man, Simon Malcolm🩵

[saltyyboy]

Say happy birthday to the best boy ever. He's 12 today, but he's still a baby

[pixelmesh-studio]

Bitte nachfüllen.

[littlefreya]

This is Simon's chair. No humans allowed. My dad will set his work bag in it only to get glared at by Simon.

Have a sleepy Doug as well. He's my mom's cat and a snuggler.

Have a good day. :)

Awwwwww !!!! And yes I see no hoomans allowed on Simon’s chair! I can see that on his death glare 😈

[bigbrotherdovey]

Somebody's been sleeping in MY bed! And they're still in it!

This is my cousin's cat Simon.

[lovelessinmanhattan]

Just Don’t Know What to Do With Myself

okay so i wrote another chapter for the carry on round robin! a huge thank you to @basic-banshee for organizing this, and thank you to @carryonsimoncarryonbaz for beta reading this last minute. 

Aleister fucking Crowley. Of course. I’m furious that I didn’t see this coming.

I should’ve known that the Mage was behind this. That he was the one who fucked with Watford and made it disappear, or whatever the hell he did.

And I’m sure this is quite the sight; Simon and I, standing together, his hand on my back, my wand raised. Fiona, a couple feet behind us, leaning up against the car, petting the fucking cat.

It’s a nightmare.

Simon lowers his sword and takes a step away from me. He swallows nervously and runs a hand through his hair. “Sir.”

“Simon,” The Mage says. He looks over at me. “Mr. Pitch.”

I give a curt nod. 

“Welcome back,” he says to both of us. “I hope it wasn’t too hard to get here.”

“Only as hard as you made it,” I murmur. Snow kicks me in the shin.

Simon clears his throat. “Everything went well. We got here safely.”

“Good, good…” The Mage is nodding his approval. “Simon, if you don’t mind, I need to talk with you. Alone.”

“Okay, yeah,” he says. “Let me just get my things…” His voice trails off. He points to the car.

“Hurry now.”

“Right,” Simon says, and then he’s speed walking towards the car. I run after him. 

“Simon!”

He throws the trunk open and reaches in to grab his bags. “What?”

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I mutter.

“What? Why?”

“Simon, he made Watford fucking disappear! I don’t know what he wants or why the bloody hell he did that, but--”

“But, Baz. He’s my mentor.”

“Yes, I know. But he also wants me dead!”

“Okay, fine, so maybe going alone with him isn’t the greatest idea,” Simon huffs. “But I’m sure it won’t take long. I’ll be back in no time, and then we can make a plan or something, yeah?”

“I guess…”

“Hey,” he whispers, and suddenly I wish that the Mage and Fiona were gone, and that we were alone. 

He’d kiss me if we were alone. He’d hold my hand and run his fingers through my hair, and I wouldn’t have to be so afraid. So cautious and careful.

Simon takes my hand (he checked to make sure the Mage can’t see us). He takes my hand, and he presses our foreheads together, and he whispers, “I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

And then he takes his belongings and leaves. Follows the Mage through the gates and up the hill and across the courtyard.  

“I have a bad feeling about this,” I say to Fiona. “A very bad feeling.”  

She nods in agreement. “Don’t get killed, boyo. Be careful.” 

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