#he’s my little man

[arcane-gold]

a boy and his horse

[sunnycattt]

It hom

[nuppu-nuppu]

I started crying while talking about kacchan to my therapist I am a loser

[alittleragdolly]

Guys my cat is so pretty wtf I love him

[godsweakestsoldier]

Got this fucker on sale

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[allagashed]

whenever i say “screaming crying throwing up” this is what i mean

[casmick-consequences]

lucius' biggest, most genuine smiles always being reserved for pete is something that can be so personal

[lieu-rey]

first meeting

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still deep in the episode 7 brainrot. because OH BOY AM I

(also one more extremely, obnoxiously self-referential thing, I'm -- I'm so sorry)

[pinksartdump]

FINISHED. meme redraw. No applause necessary, thank you.

[herbedpotatoes]

If a potato had legs and ears and also a nose

[pirate-kitties]

I think everybody needs to see this hilarious little thing that was posted to the official Puss in Boots tiktok. It's a parody of that one Old Spice commercial.

[ballisterboldheart]

the fact that he could Tell something was wrong. is so

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

[adobe-outdesign]

confused but well-meaning Alakazam that overhead that its trainer didn't "have enough spoons to do the laundry today" and now keeps spawning in dozens of literal spoons to try and help them out