Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

How does it look from there, Charles? Still fighting the good fight? From *here*, it doesn't look like they're playing by your rules.
#MovieQuotes #MagnetoWasRight

called senators, wrote white house, it won't do a damn thing. Having a clear conscience is nothing compared to the power of knowing my friends and community are safe.

fucking goddamn media
fucking goddamn fash collaborators
fucking goddamn both sides arguments
I am so fucking tired of this.

I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed!
I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me cause I’m dead and bloated!
I run through the world thinking ‘bout tomorrow!

#drawings today, fairly rough, WIP stuff. A pack of gnolls, and some wizard portraits plus a wizard on horseback.

AMERICA! THESE COLORS RUN… OVER UNARMED PROTESTERS! HOOAH!

Sorry about that I improved the last doodle

FREEDOM PAPER, PERFORATED ALONG THE THIN BLUE LINE! GUNS GREAT AND GUTS MADE AMERICA GOD!

Imagining Lucky replacing Snap, Crackle, and Pop in corporate downsizing since they’re similarly elfin cereal mascots.

“Top o the mornin’ tae ye! Supposin’ ye’ll be wanting tae try this cereal, will ye noo? Oh and it’s got nae marshmallow rainbows or hearts or anything, it’s just rice or some caic tarbh!”

A dire situation, one which calls for an oat milk latte. Desperate measures.

just being a terrible night in the sleep department for whatever reason.

hard to explain what mood I'm in, but the easiest part to explain is I don't want to go in tomorrow.

#drawings worked on this weekend. Some modern/near future women with guns, a bird lady and this fey creature I envisioned as just a mass of white moths (moths fly out to hinder opponents), a couple of armored medieval types, a warrior on horseback chases after a nomadic archer.

Ever since I actually acquired a partial the thought “I wish I had a fursuit head to be sexy in” has been eclipsed with “I wish I could actually see in my fursuit head so I could be sexy in it” (little tiny screens plus no room for glasses mean I am a very blind badger).

also, Ottolenghi's book "Jerusalem" occasionally prompts me to sing "Jerusalem" despite how neither the cookbook nor I have any relationship to the CoE aside from me watching the Monty Python episode with the tea-chest repeatedly as a kid

went into some sorta kitchen frenzy during which I made seasoned yu choy, cooked okra for real late lunch, and put together some tarragon chicken with artichokes to marinate for a bit.

"oh bother," said coyote. "That was the last of the sesame oil. Hot oil is basically sesame oil, right?" they said, scooping a really generous tablespoon onto their yu choy.

The Silent Striders! Ancient wanderers. Let’s travel deep into the woods to hear the secrets of these most mysterious Garou!

“Yap!”
“Yip yip YARP.”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

okay, my guess that I was stressed and that having half an edible would be a good idea as pre-emptive? was in fact a good idea.