#hon hon

[swiftievolturra]

[pygmyharmoset]

Can’t wait for my babygirl Alys Rivers to grace my screen and torment these dudes. Ily wifey come home to me.

[kalgalen]

can't spell "déchets" without hets

[ryusxnka-moved]

@goresugars ( For Yukina )

      I mpetus sprints, rapidity salient yet strenuous to perceive by ordinary eyes, aloft a consecutive array of rooftops is effected by an adolescent captain as he scouted the proximal environs for any inklings of hollow activity they may have taken place or may transpire at a time unavoidably to come. But what he locates neighboring his locality in its lieu is a familiar woman with locks as blue as sky ornamental quartz, someone he's acquainted months prior; her name was Yukina, if he recalls rightly. Movement ceases whilst he had promptly oriented a momentary perch, soundlessly observing her, whilst she ambled through a vacated territory- a region amongst the city that had no civilians.

[blavikennbutcher]

OK so I’m over here smoking my cannabis and I’m thinking to myself. “Go on Tumblr.” And the first thing I saw was August with a Beret and a Loaf of French bread and Now I’m dead 😭💀 I just wanna say— don’t EVER change 💓🥰

That must be some strong Cannabis, sis. I don't see aaaaaaaany beret. And especially no french bread...... What'd you put in there?

[ethannku]

frenh

oh no how did you see through my disguise *hastily hides baguette*

[enter-witty-remark]

The corvid sighs as it reaches the new cell, still disillusioned by its former failure.

It hadn't seen in all the current happenings, with flitting from place to place, desperately trying to scrape some help together, that Roman lacked sight.

And now this happened.

The last of the sweet berries land in the newly occupied cell, still somewhat fresh despite the journey till here. A silent apology for the mess-up that had landed Four in there.

Feathered ears perk up at the sound of the berries landing on the floor. Four lifted their head and stared at the berries, cautiously reaching a hand out and holding one up. A few curious clicks left them as they studied the berry.

"Where did you come from," they whispered to themself. The Warden didn't give sweet berries to anyone, much less those in a cell.