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Rip stanley you would have loved Avon

jonathan sims in this shirt

Holy shit, oh my god! 50 of them??

A large part of housecat vocalisation toward humans isn’t goal-directed communication, but rather, affiliative signaling: a simple call-and-response protocol which establishes that the participants are part of the same social unit. Amongst themselves, most housecat affiliative signaling is non-vocal, but humans aren’t really physiologically equipped to respond to such signalling in a feline fashion, and cats, well, they’re adaptable.

Which is to say that when your cat yells, and you yell back, so the cat yells again, and so forth, what you’re really saying to each other is “hiiiiii~”.

when things are going okay for once but you still have an anxiety disorder

How is bnha anime of the decade...... they aren’t even anime of the hour of the minute of the second

Let’s do a live telescope view /Photography view

Fordsy redraws ;)

this is who youre asking to work 40hrs per week btw

i’m okay with change and i’m fine if things are no longer the same i embrace change

The man in me yearns for bass pro shop

Bass pro shop😩

Sorry I'm having tech problems IT. I am a dog using a laptop. It's hard to type with these weird human paws. I don't understand your website. Is it lying when I do the human verifications?

i feel like being in a fandom long-term has a very specific repetitive cycle that kind of looks like this

I wonder who’s hand that is 🤨

Kurt and Logan hunting each other for sport. Love to see some male bonding ❤️

my hand slipped

Erenville pinup for the people!!

cool self isolation bro now what if the people you’re hiding from truly love you and want to care for you

I hate these idiots (Affectionate)

Og post: https://x.com/Luffgod5/status/1792977934631743733

Dracula and Jonathan’s Tango - from The Polish National Opera production of ‘Dracula’.

With Choreography by Krzysztof Pastor and Music by Wojciech Kilar.

the silly

It's your coffin, my love. Enjoy it! Most of us... never get to know what it feels like.

My favourite trope has to be:

I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.

But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.