Slygrin

Second that with all my heart.

Geez, the texture on this is amazing. The tiny little bit of feather slightly overhanging that yellow part around the eye is just hittin' for me.

I couldn't find a gif that matched my enthusiastic energy... Just know that I for real clapped and punched the air with jubilant expletives.

An excellent name. (And the best character in 'Hocus Pocus.')

She /did/ make me feel better—thank you. What's this stretchy Void's name?

Have you named them yet?

Nature's lace.

One clown after another.

That's what I'm loosely gathering.

...I want to dress as a book character, though. (Not sure which one.)

Markwayne?! Imaginary war-huffer?! Nah. But...they'll only put up losers, anyway.

...why are they like this...?

Winner. I giggled at the idea of that poor vampire pulling out a wet handful of corn, staring dumfounded at it for a second, then throwing it across the ground. 'Count /that,/ sucker!' Then running away.

I am just...in a giddy fuckin' rage at so many things... But this was what finally made me throw my phone across the room.

'Ruh-roh. Uh. How do we deal with Shaheds...?'

I have...a lot of thoughts. Some are just the memory of Jimmy Dean Maybelline sneering about suits and gratitude, while the Orangerangutan bellowed about cards.

He quotes 'War is Hell'—yet romanticizes it. Markwayne talks about huffin' it, although he's never been...

They talk about it more like war is the goal, not the means to an end.

/They/ won't be going to war. They'll be playing Risk with real meat, getting a vicarious high at the cost of others.

Legit. I saw that four hours of prep and just started nodding knowingly.

As long as he doesn't turn it off mid-game, that's a cute trick.

Excited that a word can inspire, but even more excited that it might bring you li'l glowy guys... Not to mention making an even more spiffy habitat.

I remember seeing fields of fireflies... Now, not so much.

I hope they like your little grotto and stick around.

Meanwhile, some cats can be like, 'You—going to the bathroom—/alone?!/ I THINK NOT.'

What does time taste like?

That's been happening for months for me. Peculiar.

I want about half a dozen of these li'l guys squeaking around my abode. I suppose it'll have to suffice that they're running wild in my imagination.

What a singularly assholeish and ignorant thing to say to someone. My gast done be flabbered.

I hope I have a dream where I dig those up.

How I heard these pictures:

'And this is my box...'

'...don't touch my box.'

This escalated in all the best ways.

Surprisingly resilient, which I think adds to its beauty.

I had already come to mention the drawbacks of eating too much liver, but you got it... Then you get into specifics, then sprinkled in some etymology. I am absolutely delighted. (The term 'sweetbreads' has always unsettled me.)