I Think If Jessie And James Teamrocket Transitioned Theyd Just Switch Their Names And Call It A Day.

yeah golden retreiver boyfriends are great and I've met several personally, but personally I have a house cat boyfriend

extremely affectionate despite of seeming aloof and politely distant to unfamiliar people

my friends have seen him irl less than 5 times in the five years I've had him - if I invited people over he would hide under furniture until they're gone

haha you got up from your work desk, time for unskippable 35 minutes of kisses and cuddles

can and will throw up out of sheer anxiety because Things And Events Are Happening that do not even involve him in any way

can instinctively sense exactly when I am going to decide I'm done bedrotting and will climb on top of me to cuddle exactly 3 minutes before I was just about to get up

can be placed sideways on any soft surface at any time of the day and immediately takes a five hour nap

cannot eat or drink in unfamilair places. can and will go 16 hours without food or water if the situation is uncomfy.

unhelpful but valiant efforts to try to protect and rescue you from things and situations that he would personally hate being in, out of not understanding of Why Are You In There Voluntarily

will come show me incomprehensible memes the same way a cat will bring you a random bug. thank you. I do not understand it but I know you brought it to me because you love me.

the rise and fall of a mid princess (me)

easily one of the greatest tweets of all time

A comic about forging my chosen name! 🏳️‍⚧️ Does your chosen name have a story behind it? What kind of sword/equipment would you picture your name as? ⚔️

Why were ghosts ever scary?? Aren't they just people who died? Do only assholes become ghosts? Honestly if you’re dead and all you do is lurk in an attic making spooky noises, that’s kinda pathetic. You’re a ghost man. You could be solving cold cases. You could phase into space and explore exoplanets. But nooo you’re out here rattling chains in some old lady’s house because you died of cholera in 1843. Get a grip. You have cosmic power and you’re spending the afterlife knocking over lamps and making dolls blink. Embarrassing. Go haunt Wall Street. Go possess a CEO. Do literally anything other than throwing a Victorian tantrum over the new tenants.

Do better.

Once again thinking about the “Tolkien elves are physically superior to humans in every way” thing as a disability parallel

I know this will bother unhealed adults, but the real world, more often than not, does give you second chances and do overs. Very rarely are things set in stone. And people, especially young people, deserve to know that. Because lording the idea that they can never mess up, even once, does a lot more damage than good.

sad lonely transfem you are everything good in the whole wide world. please never forget.

A Dark Souls-like game where the lore for a weapon gets less vague the more you upgrade it. Broken Blade: A brittle sword. You can’t seem to let it go. Unpolished Blade: A cherished weapon from ages past. Polished Blade: You remember something. Bride’s Blade: Your wife’s sword.