worldsworstfather:

character: *falls asleep in a chair or at a desk from sheer exhaustion*

their love interest: *places a blanket over their shoulders, gently to avoid disturbing them*

me:

their love interest: *picks them up and bridal carries them to a more comfortable surface while their head nods against their shoulder/chest*

me:

wolflec:

transmascbastard:

Copy and paste the following:

I understand. You found paradise in America, you had a good trade, you made a good living. The police protected you and there were courts of law. You didn’t need a friend like me. But, now you come to me, and you say: “Don Corleone, do you support this ship/kink?” But you don’t ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship. You don’t even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to get involved in your discourse.

@janiedean

coolcatgroup:

Here’s my cat patiently waiting for me to throw her toy after she brought it to me

Now here is her reaction when I ask her if “she’s ready” before I throw it. She knows what it means.

She’s ready guys

shitpostempire: