You are not a true cat owner until you are awaken from a deep sleep upon the first HAAAAAACK noise and spring into action.  

Are you on a bed or carpet?  Because if you are you need to be aware that someone will come rushing in and throw you onto the nearest wood/tile floor, then stand over you waiting for you to finish. 

I feel like this movie is a prank that has just got very out of control. 

If I saw it stoned to the bone, 100% chance I would be all “check it out I remember all the songs from all the times my mom took us to see the stage show in the 80s!” (seriously so many times) and I would sing mostly-wrong lyrics until I was removed.

I assume he had some hand in casting a cis dude in The Danish Girl

Reminds me of Zoobilee Zoo

This would have been 1000% better if they had just used real cats.

HOW IS THIS A REAL THING

Which is why Trump’s supporters will never EVER abandon him.

Don’t you lump Daria and Jane with ppl like Red Scare. ever. again...

sir this is a bagel boss

kudos to the actor playing Russian translator dude, I found him so repulsive in Fleabag as the sleazy brother in law, funny how he’s just as offlooking here with similar mannerisms but he’s perfectly fine now

NO self respecting Borg Cube would have this sack of meat in its inventory.

Honestly, “I hope he’s dead” was the first thing that crossed my mind. I have *never* thought that about anyone before, but this goddamn asshole and his whole administration got me there.

anytime some one mentions Mother and Pence together I Imagine a bare chested leather bound pence in a candle light room self flagellating to Danzig’s song Mother. IF YOU WANNA FIND HELL WITH ME!

a purple-haired lesbian surrounded by her teammates with giant “DARE TO SHINE” signs around her is like, an incredible image as we reach the end of Pride Month, it makes my gay little heart so fucking happy.

Crystal Dunn was the Player of the Match, though.

The look on RBG’s face in that photo says everything-

Yeah, but that’s like reviewing a Nickleback concert by saying “the guitars were all in tune, everyone was well-rehearsed, the light and sound crew performed their duties competently, the parking lot attendants were efficient, the promoter seemed to do a good job publicizing the event, concession prices were high but…

Eating shitty fast food and being an unimaginable creep toward the one person who would deign to kiss me is a painfully accurate summation of my teen years.