Jul 13, 2023
A rad fursuit from Anthrocon 2002 :D ☆°.
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A rad fursuit from Anthrocon 2002 :D ☆°.
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My friends and I were trying to think of a “sea shanty” and all I could do was think about the alternative lyrics to Gilligan’s Island you wrote 20 something years ago. We old.
Sing along, everybody!
Just take a seat and I’ll tell a tale, The tale of a limey Brit Who took his friends on a cruise one day Aboard his busted ship
His best friend Kento couldn’t swim And Ryo turned bright green Ro-wen and Sage hung overboard And barfed in the sea (and barfed in the sea)
They sailed into a hurricane The ship fared worse than most If not for Cye’s heroic deeds The Ronins would be toast (the Ronins would be toast)
They washed up half-dead on the beach of some uncharted isle With Cye Mouri, and Kento too, And also Sage, man of style, The Genius and, a professional fireman Here on Cye Mouri’s Isle
decided to share some photos of me when i was 2 years old. i know i've blurred some other photos of me out but when i was a baby, i don't feel the need to all that much. was i cute or what?
Cam' ron | Fashion Week 2002
Prompt 12 and Peterick because I’m curious to see how you write them <3 :D
Thanks for the prompt mate! I haven't written these two in...a while, and I don't think I've ever actually posted anything about them before, so this is a first! Very fun though!
“It looks good on you.” The compliment comes easy, sliding too genuine from his mouth. The aftertaste is bitter on his tongue.
"I look stupid," Patrick retorts, ducking his head and pulling his cap further over his face.
Pete takes his hands out of his pockets and snatches the hat away from him, ignoring the screech of protest this elicits from the younger man. Well, boy. Patrick's barely eighteen. "You definitely don't. Chicks'll dig it."
Patrick laughs, more disbelieving than anything else. It's a beautiful sound nonetheless, and Pete has to force his gaze away from Patrick's lips.
He's lucky, or something like it; Patrick hasn't noticed. But as his laugh drops away, the kid looks at him, eyes wide and trusting in a way that Pete's not really sure he deserves.
"You think so?"
Pete feels like he's choking on his tongue as he responds, words thick and cloying in his throat. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."
The smile that Patrick flashes him is near-blinding, magnetic. "Can I have my hat back now?"
Pete shoves the cap on his own head, grinning as he leans away from Patrick's half-hearted lunge to steal it back. "Nah, I think I'll keep it."
Send me prompts!
@siouxsielover another treat for you!
