when you grow up unable to pick your own clothes or style yourself, self-expression feels like an especially wonderful privilege to have. i am an adult and i can wear a macdennis fit into public
made the terrible mistake of falling in love with a litter of kittens i've been fostering right as i found them homes. i sit down on the couch and they all come JUMPING onto me at once to nestle into my shirt. like wtf little dudes
you and me now
in a predicament where i like them best as one-sided emotional incest i.e. not very canon-divergent. the choice to put the cryopod in viewing distance of his bed. sniffing his dad's restraints. asking firecracker if he is good at sex. homelander you're so strange and endearing
