though I think he's getting his former boytoy unzombied, so maybe he can finally get laid and pretend that everything will be okay actually

I feel everyone I talk to is getting sick and tired of me being so obsessed with my little idiot rich boy, but look at him. He's built wrong. My little meowmeow. He's so touch starved he'd probably be weirdly appreciative of his heart trying to explode because physical contact would be made

uhming and ahing about whether or not he should have his little heart try to explode or not in this session. It just feels so melodramatic and it's just a vehicle to fluff, and I can find another less fussy way to do it. But also, funny

... here is the same cat sitting in a bowl with a party hat on. Negatives from my collection, ca. 1950s.

Part 100! of 200 in historically interesting things to inspire your ttrpg

This 14th century door at Exeter Cathedral, UK, is thought to be the oldest existing cat flap.

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Queen Boudica revenge was so great against Rome she burned Londinium leaving a scorch layer still runs under modern London, named by archaeologists the 'Boudican Destruction Horizon'