oh god help me ive become a box

how about a CIRCLE

lord save me from what ive become (garfield x puss in boots) ft. fish rabbit

my irl friend is gonna see this with no context please. help

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Puss sat at home and shined his boots, not an ounce of light in his eyes. It rained outside, and he hated water with a burning passion. His boots newly shined, he set them down and made his way to his room. All of a sudden he heard a knock on the door. Well, more like a tap. “Who’s there?” He said. “Let me in” a voice answered. The voice was somewhat deep, about the same as Puss’s. Puss opened the door and an orange cat of the same height stood in the doorway. His frame was a bit wider than Puss’s, noticably so. “O-oh, I wasn’t expecting company. Come in, come in.” Puss said, stuttering. Puss’s eyes glowed as he examined the stranger, his soft fur, bright and captivating eyes, and gentle expression. Puss stepped aside so he could get in. His wet, orange fur glimmered in the dim sunlight. Puss was speechless and let his mouth hang open. “So… have any lasagna?” “What?” “Lasagna. I love lasagna.” “O-oh! Well, um, no. I’m afraid I do not. But I do have some mice in the fridge if you’d like some?” Puss shuffled his paws awkwardly, hoping the stranger wouldn’t mind. “Mmm…not as good, but it’ll suffice.” He walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a mouse, and examined it. “Eh.” He tossed it aside. “So,, what’s your name?” Puss asked. “Oh, me? Well. Garfield.” Garfield licked his paw and swept his head fur back. “And you?” “Puss in boots. But people call me Puss.” Puss bowed and removed his hat. “You from around here?” “Nope, just came lookin for some lasagna.” “You can have my lasagna-” “What” “n-nothing! I was just-” Garfield hushed Puss with a single paw. “You’re cool, Puss. I like you. But before we go any further I want lasagna.” So Puss made lasagna and the two made out, watched Shrek 2, played minecraft and made out together. Bi icons forever #dont change my mind, if you disagree don’t interact! i have so much homework to do by tomorrow good NIGHT fishy friends

SHREK 2 

why does part of this original episode sound like a youtube poop

whoa! big!

Halloween costume contest at a cat cafe in Tokyo

bnha characters according to google search 

boyfriends & girlfriends

yEs

quirks manifest until 4 years old

so that means tokoyami could’ve not born with a bird head

which means that tokoyami at some point fuckin animorphed into a bird

this only raises more questions. was he born a regular ass bird with a quirk and grew a human body at the age of 4???

reverse animorphs

Orange Cat: [unfriendly/somewhat sharp meow]

Second cat slowly looks at the camera.

Man, filming, bashfully and sounding somewhat frightened: Sorry!

I’ve never fuckin seen a cat move like that, and it feels so goddamn eerie.

Umm

where.

On balloons.

There’s a post going around that advocates giving clowns only real helium balloons. I’m not going to link to that post, because I don’t want the OP getting any hate. The balloon misconception is SUCH a common one I don’t think any one of us can say we didn’t fall prey to it at one point or another. But, the fact of the matter is, helium balloons are not good enrichment for clowns.

Firstly, they’re not sustainable. Helium is a rapidly depleting resource. Secondly, clowns like balloons because they mistake them for their eggs. A clown bouncing a balloon around on a string is taking care of its ‘baby.’ Clown eggs are brightly colored spheres that float around at shoulder-height, if healthy, and are transported by the parent by means of a filament. Balloons mimic these incredibly well. That is why clowns find balloons on the ground so distressing - a downed egg contains a sick embryo. The despair they experience when one floats away is that of child loss, and I’m sure you can imagine why they’re so distressed when one pops. That’s why malevolent breeds are predisposed to the act! All balloons “die”. They cannot hatch. Every experience a clown has with a balloon, however happy at the outset, ends in tragedy. They are not good enrichment items, no matter how busy they keep a clown.

So what are some alternatives? If you have two or more clowns of any social breed, then toys like custard pies, water squirters, and air horns make excellent entertainment. Note: Most common breeds are social. If you are keeping a social breed singularly, you MUST play with it for several hours a day at the bare minimum. While these breeds tend to adore balloons the most, the repeat psychological trauma they suffer because of them is not worth the easy out. If you keep a breed that prefers a solitary existence, they will get the most out of things like juggling supplies and balance balls. Make sure they have a safe space to play with these in when you aren’t home to supervise. All breeds need human interaction. A few times a week you need to show your clown you appreciate it - that’s the best enrichment of all. Remember that some methods of training result in ‘unusual’ reactions to the four quadrants - most commonly, +P will become “rewarding” - and some performance breeds innately make that connection, so research the right way to reward your clown.

On a final note, DO NOT GIVE MIMES BALLOONS. Look on any mime forum and you’ll see countless threads with titles like “Help! My mime won’t play with toys!” Yeah, dipshit, THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND TOYS. All members of the mime group are highly specialized working breeds geared towards imagination play. They are very intelligent, deeply driven to perform their unique rituals, and not much else. They need to do their original job to be happy. They need to put on shows. If you cannot provide the stimulation of a fully public performance at least once a week for your mime, and cannot provide regular training sessions, either, do not get a mime. Consider a fool instead. A lot of people brush off fools as beginner breeds, too rambunctious and talkative, but there’s a reason they were preferred by royalty for centuries. They’re actually very versatile and eager to please! They do love tumbling and have a knack for mimicking human speech, but will happily learn the same tricks as a mime. They’re also content to live singularly and enjoy practicing in private quite a lot, making them rather compatible with modern life. Their larger cousins, the jesters, can also learn mime routines, but keep in mind that they are more willful! The sinister jester is a near dupe for the creepy mime, a popular breed, but they’re not a great choice for a total novice. Remember, they contributed heavily to the makeup of the scary clowns. (o: Both fools and jesters will prefer to have physical props to play with in their off-time even if they’re trained to perform without them.

we’re all sitting in the tavern, minding our own business, and then we hear a bleat so loud it destroys the glass in the windows and ale goes everywhere. the dm sits this down on the board

Everyone who reblogs this within the first hour of seeing it will have one of my posts appear on their blog!

honestly “i’ll do whatever you want” “then perish” is the single most powerful exchange possible in the english language and it’s from some bizarre “hewwo” obama rp

And there was that other post where someone dreamt that Obama said “violence for violence is the rule of beasts” like what is it about Obama that makes people come up with such raw fucking dialogue for him

my mother had a dream where he lived in the forest and she had a cigarette with him and he said “to become god is the loneliest achievement of them all” and put it out and walked into the mist and i’ve never fucking forgotten that

I once dreamed that a giant meteor was headed for earth, and the government had set up loudspeakers throughout the cities so Obama could give a final address - I’ll never forget how strangely comforting it was when he said “there are places we’ve never been before. Some of us have never been to the Alps, some of us have never been to Marrakesh. The next life is simply another place we’ve never been before, and we’re all going to go explore it together.” 

My content gets shittier every day.

this cured my depressive episode

That water is so fucking clear…

type of place I wanna live

I’d be the idiot who forgets the water is there and falls off there porch everyday

Probably useless info but, the water is super clear because of the carp!!!

that is wonderful and useful info; what good scaly boys, they do their job so well

best scaly bois

what the fuck is that and why is it all sad and alone

look at its haircut haha nerd

:(