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precariouswizardry

THERES A LIST OF PERSONS WITH CRADLING PERMISSIONS???

Out of sheer curiosity who’s on it?????

It is shared on a need-to-know basis only. And an anonymous internet gerbil does not need to know.

*cradles you like bebe*

You are not on the list of persons with cradling permissions.

wrenvi

my favorite genre of bearded vulture images is middle aged people cradling them like babies

stealingpotatoes

happy 20th neil banging out the tunes day!

finchwingart

ratties in the rain

a dtyis for thebeanbaguette on instagram !

thunderon

first base is martyrdom. second base is raising the other from the dead. third base is eye contact

angell-of-filth

sacred-portal

h0ly-cr0w-deactivated20260520

Today I have a turkey vulture for you

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Another turkey vulture (unfinished)

wilburwhateley

Original Artist Aaron Williams

theyamwizard

@misterartist

mothman-pseudanthium

pathfindernerds

“I just feel so dead inside…”

“Dead inside, you say? I know something that might just work”

bear-maximum-deactivated2021090

reanimate my will to live

feebledungeons

Wake me up inside

What is the silliest way you have died?

Venereal disease, though I assure you it was not very funny at the time.

ozzgin

You got a job as a graveyard keeper, which turned out to be as quiet and relaxing as you expected. Until the zombie apocalypse hit.

Now you’re stuck with a horde of undead who’ve been lonely and deprived of affection for decades, perhaps centuries. They’re not out to eat your brains, but much worse - they’re courting you.

“Dear Mother, the ghoulish harem of suitors persists to this day. I’ve yet to find a cure for this damned plague of reanimation. At least I don’t have to shovel for new graves anymore.”

You put the pen down, then glance out the window. The decomposed face of one of your many admirers is grinning flirtatiously from behind the glass. You sigh.