Maybe, I like being a mess.

i know deborah is mad as hell she didn’t buy those salt and pepper shakers now

Annual reblog of Freddie and his magnificent cats.

happy Pride Eve!

can't stop thinking about how hysterical project hail mary would be from rocky's pov when you consider that, by eridian standards, basic human functioning is simultaneously an incredibly hostile and violently perverted body horror fetish nightmare. imagine you make first contact with an alien and it's an apex predator with an obscene number of orifices, made up mostly of toxic substances that it oozes constantly from said orifices, thrives in an unforgivingly cold and suffocating atmosphere, is highly motivated by searching for its next meal + consumes its food publicly in violation of your society's main taboo, and is capable of rapidly transitioning from vulnerable in sleep to alert and in full possession of its faculties at the slightest change in stimuli. grace is in a heartwarming scifi buddy comedy and meanwhile rocky is bonded with and planning on bringing home his species' equivalent of the xenomorph.

Apollo astronaut Jim Lovell recording a message for the Artemis II crew welcoming them to his “old neighborhood” before he passed last summer at 97….how can you not be romantic about humanity