Oh dear, you're so innocent and naive...
Whoa there Netflix! I think that might be a little too dark for me…
Mom: What time is it? Brother: Summer Time! Dad: Time to get a watch Me: Adventure Time! Me: Ha! We did, we did a thing! The, the, uh, whatever nevermind
*sigh* Human, when I move my paw, your clicky device better be far far away
Sneak peek
based on extensive observation, I believe that my cats have only a tenuous grasp on how much of my body is “me”
It’s like, Head: definitely Big Friend, note eyes and noise-hole.
Hands: 90% certainty of Big Friend, 10% possibility of toy. comprised of two main parts, the rubby-rubby and the wriggly-scritchers. does Big Friend control them with her mind? the mechanism is unclear.
Arms, aka “Cuddle Snakes”: do these help Big Friend’s hands from getting lost? good place to sit.
Torso: ??? we have no idea what this is. smells like Big Friend but serves no observable purpose. treat as terrain.
Legs, see: “The Lap Conundrum”: 25% chance of Big Friend, totally uninteresting. WHEN LAP: 90% chance of Big Friend, excellently warm. where does the lap go? our finest cat scientists seek the answer to this mystery, but no breakthroughs as of yet.
Feet, aka “Twitchy-Kickers”: 10% chance of Big Friend, 90% chance of foe. all attempts to communicate have ended in hostility. Destroy on sight.
Concept: all five Robins are incorporated into the DC cinematic universe. Damian isn’t whitewashed and the Red Hood’s helmet doesn’t have its own facial expressions.
It's finals week and I need something to cheer me up
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Why can't someone love me the way my cat loves my leg
This is so beautiful, oh god, I'm crying, thank you for this.
Jason Todd and Roy Harper in their apartment