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Tried to draw Piper. doesn't look much like a bunny but it's the best I could do! (as my anthro hands are not equipped for ferals)

Omg she looks awesome!!!! Thanks for the fanart. :D

#pu fanart #pu ask #its good!!!

My newest little guy! XIX!! And Opal's here because she's also very important! I've got plans for the other two PCs too, so keep an eye out for that I guess!

Also, bonus under the cut

#ggttrpg #god game ttrpg #xix ggttrpg #crochet #my creatures #shout out my friend who made the shorts and has seen maybe half of the game starting mid way through ch4 #i do my best to keep them caught up lmao #also if you havent go watch ggttrpg now!!!!#its good!!!#the vods are on youtube!!!!!

Everytime I feel self conscious for smiling at my phone while on the subway instead of like...idk ....reading a book (nevermind the fact that I get super motion sick and WANT to read but can't) I am just like. no. No guilt. I'm smiling at my phone bc that's where my FRIENDS LIVE

#usually i am texting or checking the dnd discords or silly chats and its just!!!!#its GOOD!!!#get rid of the mean curmudgeon in my brain #i do see a lot of ppl reading. i wish that could be me!!! alas i WILL throw up and get a migraine #so. music and silly chats #ans even then i cant text constantly even too much text on my phone will make me motion sick

Reminder to listen to my tragicomic arthur morgan playlist

#Frikk dj #ITS GOOD!!!#worked very hard on it!!!#Spotify

Do you prefer jazz or swing?

-Enigma Anon

neither. ice nine kills: welcome to horrorwood

#i listen to basically all 2000s 2010s 2020s rock #its good!!!#ask #asks #ice nine kills #enigma anon

The famine road by Boland has stuck with me since I first read it in school

poem of all time honestly

The Famine Road

Eavan Boland

“Idle as trout in light Colonel Jones these Irish, give them no coins at all; their bones need toil, their characters no less.” Trevelyan’s seal blooded the deal table. The Relief Committee deliberated: “Might it be safe, Colonel, to give them roads, roads to force From nowhere, going nowhere of course?”

one out of every ten and then another third of those again women – in a case like yours.

Sick, directionless they worked. Fork, stick were iron years away; after all could they not blood their knuckles on rock, suck April hailstones for water and for food? Why for that, cunning as housewives, each eyed – as if at a corner butcher – the other’s buttock.

anything may have caused it, spores a childhood accident; one sees day after day these mysteries.

Dusk: they will work tomorrow without him. They know it and walk clear. He has become a typhoid pariah, his blood tainted, although he shares it with some there. No more than snow attends its own flakes where they settle and melt, will they pray by his death rattle.

You never will, never you know but take it well woman, grow your garden, keep house, good-bye.

“It has gone better than we expected, Lord Trevelyan, sedition, idleness, cured in one. From parish to parish, field to field; the wretches work till they are quite worn, then fester by their work. We march the corn to the ships in peace. This Tuesday I saw bones out of my carriage window. Your servant Jones.”

Barren, never to know the load of his child in you, what is your body now if not a famine road?

#eavan boland #read her poetry!!!#its good!!!