It starts, as it so often does, as a harmless prank, but it rapidly takes on a life of its own.

Eames doesn’t know what he thought worst-case scenario was, but it was never this.

Walt informs him that the dog is a flat coated retriever, which doesn't tell Ray all that much. What the dog is, is a ball of fluff with big, pretty eyes, which kind of makes sense, because, well, Walt's dog.

It starts with a pair of skates (they have toe picks). It doesn’t end there. A story of two skaters featuring a cat, a gender-specific couch and a lot of ice.

You know what they say. A new cat is never the same as an old husband.

So there's this thing going around Tumblr where this dog leaves food for in his bowl for weeks and the human eventually discovers he's carefully saving back food for a stray pregnant cat. Cat is eventually adopted by human and cat and dog live happily in interspecies harmony. It is adorbs.

Candy, who is an amazing human being that I probably should never actually talk to because horrible things would happen to the universe, was like OH MY GOD YOU GUYS THIS SHOULD BE KIRK/SPOCK

Friendship means going in first and taking the heaviest fire.

Arthur's well aware that some people call this codependency. He thinks that label was invented by people who set artificial barriers on love. Love isn't a choice, it's not something you do. Love is a state of being that consumes everything in its wake like paper on fire.

You either love someone or you don't, and if you love them, you only say no until it's obvious you're not going to get your way, then you fully commit to whatever bullshit thing the person is into (whether that be yoga, distance running, video editing, or arms smuggling).

Which is how Arthur ends up with a pet pig.

Agent Coulson captures Loki, in the form of a cat. And then he decides to keep him.

Tony Stark lives a double life; he's secretly the supervillain known as Iron Man. But his loving husband Steve has a few secrets of his own, as Tony is about to discover.

He brings up a hand to rub his eyes and clear his vision, and freezes as he sees a paw instead of fingers.

Obviously, it was not just any sort of egg.

Merlin has adopted a dog, which in turn adopts Arthur.

Crowley tipped the plastic bag full of water into the bowl and watched with some satisfaction as the goldfish slid out. It made a tiny plunck as it hit the water, righted itself, and came face to face with another fish, known as The Great White Bastard, Jaws of Steaming Hot Death, Tour Guide of the River Styx, Gilled Terror, and Your Ass Between My Teeth.

"They’re just cats, Morgana," she said calmly. "How hard could this be?"

Arthur stared at him, stunned beyond words, because in Merlin’s lap were three little dragons.

Algernon sicked up under my bed. Moony and I discussed what we could do with it during breakfast, but by the time I’d run up to preserve it after lunch, the house-elves had already got to it. Another wasted opportunity.

"It figures that even as a dog, you’d be a prat."

There was something devastatingly cute about the mix of wide brown eyes, pale skin, pointed ears, and neat hair cut when packaged in a body barely over three feet tall and swimming in a blue science uniform top and dark undershirt that was entirely too big for his body.

A few weeks after the promotional whirlwind ended, though, Chris was bored. Everything was always in the same place and nothing could be moved without a joint session of the Gosh, I'm So Tired of This Object Here, Where Should It Go? committee, comprised of Zach, Harold the cat, and Noah the dog, with Chris recently appointed as honorary secretary/mover.

"Oh my God, this shit has developed a narrative thread," Chris marvels.

He's talking about a spider. And Bradley insists it's the very same spider he removed from his bathtub last week. Not only is the spider back, but it's brought a date.

Detective Spock, born on Vulcan and resident of San Francisco, is assigned to the Midwest police bureau. I think everyone can guess what happens next.

The first time Spock woke up with the captain in his bed, it was because of the very strangeness. There was some sort of cool, clinging blanket wrapped around him. There was also a smaller point of heat pressing against his shoulder blades, but that he easily identified as Tribble, Ship's-Cat 3rd Class (Under Fifty Pests Exterminated). He and the ship's-cats did not, exactly, get along, but they frequented his quarters because of the higher heat, and often curled up around him when he was in the rec areas. He did not find it unacceptable to share his bed with them or allow them to sit near him. He was always slightly cold, and the creatures were a welcome source of radiated heat. The other presence, however, was unexpected.

"Please don't go by C. Pine. I will end you. See also: C., Whitelaw, or Chrissy. Princess Whitelaw's good. Nothing Pine-related either."

Almost immediately, a text in return: "Have you noticed how many times you threaten to kill me per day?" Followed by: "You're the Dread Pirate Roberts to my Westley, aren't you?"

"Dude," Zach replies, shaking his head, "Isn't that masturbatory at some point? DON'T WRITE ABOUT IT IN YOUR PAPER."

In which Chris isn't completely unaware of the implications.

The last thing Harry wants is to lose his kids.

The irony was that after everything that happened, Colin Farrell didn't want the part.

Ten years clean of Neptune living, Logan's past finds him in an all-night grocery store.

She'd then had the appalling sense of humor to use her fantastic, extremely-useful-for-warfare mutation of molecular transfiguration to turn Erik into a brown and white-spotted kitten.

Amanda Grayson raises two boys on Vulcan.

Neal doesn't call Peter anything but 'Peter'. When it all first starts, and he is carefully figuring out his place in their life, he sometimes has trouble calling Peter anything at all, because his throat closes up around the sound of Peter's name. During that time he lavishes what feels like enormous amounts of affection on Satchmo, whom he calls Mo; he adds various words to suit the moment. Mo Food, Mo Walks, Mo Peeing, Mo Petting. Mo Love. When Peter just looks at him and smiles, Neal thinks, 'I am as transparent as glass,' which is not a thought he is comfortable with, but he gets used to it. And eventually, 'Peter' rolls off of his tongue again, easily--said, growled, shouted, whispered, breathed. Peter. Peter. Peter.

The aliens were very sorry for nearly killing Captain Kirk, and wanted to fix things.

In his rational mind, Rodney knew that following a girl who'd just dumped you into a strip club was really, really pathetic.

But so was going to your little sister's wedding without a date.

Science was his mistress, yes, but it was hardly one Rodney could put into a turquoise mermaid dress and parade around skeptical and shocked family members who had been taking bets on whether Rodney was asexual, gay, or more attracted to theoretical physics than other organic matter.

He's yours. You know he's yours because he smells like yours. You bound over to him, happy happy happy and tug on his trouser leg with your teeth. Play with me, you say, play play play and then tug and bound and then there's a hand around your neck, pulling you off and you yelp because ow.

History books would not remember Gaius’ death precipitating the greatest war Albion had ever seen. That blame lay entirely with an inexperienced sorcerer and the Prince whom he’d betrayed a hundred times over. Future!fic with a time travel twist. Inspired and loosely based on The Sword in the Stone.

A series of random meetings in the rain turn into something more than Merlin would have expected. Warning! This fic contains: a string quartet, a damp flat, one black cat and lots of rain.

Miss Amanda and Mr. Dad of Spock left in the afternoon, and Miss Amanda kissed Spock on the nose and kissed Jim on the cheek and said, "You take care of him, all right? He's your responsibility." Mom said that Jim was good at responsibility even though Sam said he wasn't, but Spock seemed like he'd probably be harder to take care of than Chester.