Henlo frens-- A dear friend of mine needs your help!
Her name is Natasha; she's disabled and trans, living in the DC area. She lost her job shortly after the car wreck that took the regular use of her legs from her. But good news!! It sounds like she's about to be extended a job offer that should get her financially stable again! She's way short on rent this month though and could really use some help!
https://www.gofundme.com/disabled-but-not-broken
Boosts are very much appreciated ♥️
Make sure to rub and massage your avian friends’ wing muscles and scritch around the nape of the neck area
It’s always good to be aware of such little differences between species ^.^ it’s always delightful to surprise said friends in such ways!!
Re: neck area, most avian sorts can preen pretty much anywhere but there so its always appreciated n.n
MtG, Color, Philosophy, Nerdery, Discourse
Green: *Meditates peacefully in a clearing in the forest*
Black: *Staggers into the clearing, covered in moss* "GREEN, WHAT THE FUCK!"
Green: *Continues meditating, gives no sign of awareness of Blacks presence*
Black, slowly limping closer, the moss growing and covering their body: "There was mold on my zombies, Green! I worked hard to raise those zombies. I had to make sacrifices. And then you just go and grow mold all over them, take them to pieces!"
Green: *Still Meditating*
Black: "What is wrong with you? Don't you have any respect for other peoples hard work? For their struggle? You think your bugs and your weeds give you license to do whatever you want?"
Green: *Still Meditating*
Black: *Pulls out really evil looking dagger with one hand while other arm breaks off, completely covered in mold* "You never let me have anything! Everything I try and make, you destroy! My mines collapse, my slaves escape into the forest, you grow mold on my zombies."
Green: *Still Meditating*
Black, almost completely covered in mold, beside their face and the hand with the dagger: "Why can't you just let me win for once! Let me have my dark empire, my grand castles, my legion of zombies? " *tries to jump at and stab Green, but their feet are bound to the ground with moss. They collapse, just short of being able to reach Green, as the moss consumes their hand and their weapon.
Green: *Still Meditating*
Black, choking out a few last words as the moss covers their face: "Mold on my zombies. You motherfucker."
I want to curl up inside of and live within this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_5nF2ij0cY8
Rare coastal dragoness, often found by sunny sea cliffs. Nonbinary but fairly femme-leaning. If you're under 18 don't follow.