kink, deltarune, foodcrime
OTOH, I had an obscene brisket sandwich from a gourmet butcher shop this morning, got to meet their legally mandatory Mooch Cat named Porkchop (according to the four people who said "Hey, Porkchop" while passing by), and brought home a chocolate cheesecake made with local Creole-style cream cheese (which is its own special thing and apparently a dying art).
Also Deltarune continues to be a great source of perverted comfort and I expect to continue seeing great things out of werewires and Noelle's robot face.
dear rep. cawthorn... (uspol, violence, religion)
cw: appliance abuse, 1970s sitcoms
i think i may have just fixed our air conditioner via percussive maintenance
dog stuff
I try to hide my inner canid, I've denied it for ages, but... Brill and I could really use to be petted and told we've been a good girl.
(Brill is tentatively fully anthropomorphic, this is just a reference doggie-- but I have been VERY tempted to have her be magical amalgam of a teen human evil-thing-hunter and her childhood dog buddy...)
cats (+++)
i found some old pics of olive and snowy, sugarfoot's kittens that we raised this winter, and i just happycried for like five minutes
i miss the hell out of them but their new food dude is the sweetest guy and is so proud of them both. it's comforting knowing they're just up the street. their mom even got to meet the kittens' adopted uncle Smokey the other day.
i'm just so happy they're happy and safe and we broke their family's cycle of street life-- gods i wish i could do the same for their aunts, uncles, mom, and grandma
love you, my little boys
^_____________^
🔥💫🐯(火星虎)
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read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/