Great News Everyone. There Was A Kitten Wandering In The Drive Thru At Work And My Inner Warrior Cats

there should be a hotline for me to call autistic people with specific hyperfixations every time i have a question

strange icon on my dash BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BAoh hang on. sniff sniff lick sniff. sniff. mutual. carry on

I feel like enough time has passed since Steven Universe ending to say this: inventing your own alter ego and then launching a war against yourself is an iconic move actually. It's like if Batman and Bruce Wayne had public beef except if entire armies were involved. She really Did That. She said "go big or go home" and then went so big that no-one could ever go home, and then changed the fate of the entire galaxy by faking her own death. She slutted it up bisexually and broke countless hearts along the way. Iconic move after iconic move. Non-stop slaying. A queen an icon a legend. No-one does it like her.

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if my kids were like “i cant draw. i’m just gonna make ai art” i would be like shut the fuck up and pick up the pencil u are gna draw some one eyed anime bitches with their hands behind their backs

I don’t even fucking like tomatoes. When was the last time you ever saw me eating a tomato? It’s a fucking vegetable. Or a fruit. Why would I want to eat something that can’t even make up it’s mind

"i don't comment on ao3 because i don't wanna be annoying or weird" skill issue + you greatly underestimate the power dynamic here, writing multi paragraph comments is like feeding a bunch of deeply insane and possibly starved ducks at the park and watch them go completely mad over having received a piece of bread

chilchuck would totally be a calvin and hobbes type of dad. all like

FLERTOM: hey dad why do old paintings look so weird

CHILCHUCK: oh that was before perspective was invented. yeah we used to be sliding off of floors all the time, dodging giant monks

FLERTOM: ohhh ok. thanks dad!

CHILCHUCK’S WIFE: i’m going to throw a rock at that man’s head