It’s A Beautiful Day, And You Are A Horrible Goose Loose In The Library

Just saying.

Does anyone else ever distinctly remember doing smth u have been meaning to do and then it ends up being a dream you had so you have to do it all over again?

Hello, sorry I bothered you but I wanted to ask if you do requests for art and if so what do you accept to draw?

I draw mostly as a hobby but have taken requests in person before. I don’t mind drawing p much anything sfw & morally up n up that I feel I’m capable of drawing. I’m better at drawing characters and creatures than landscapes and industrial objects, but I’ve done both. Why, whatcha thinking about?

I have somehow desensitized my acquaintances to my verbal stimming enough that they don’t realize I’m semi verbal

To reiterate:

I think Wild has a blast scar spanning from cheekbone to jaw to neck and upper trapezius. I think he likely lost some hearing and vision to the injuries but regained them in the shrine, leading to a bit of a glow and color change in his eyes. (The hair style is mostly just to show the scarring, not for design) I think he and twilight both probably have tapetum lucidum.

I think Twilight has freckles from working on the ranch, which would have lightened during his adventure, but not gone away. I believe his wolf marks prolly are translucent, but can be darkened by night, magic, or recent transformation.

I agree with the deity marks on Time. I think that the functionality of the eye was likely returned though, so his eye would be open because it’s p difficult to keep a functioning eyelid closed for an extended period of time. The scars are from him getting freaked out about the marks and trying to claw them off. I also think he has a little ponytail like Wild. Just for fun.

Nintendo owns Link as a character, and Jojo invented linked universe y’all

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Opinion:

Ppl with loud cars n messed up mufflers aren’t cool like they think they are.

It’s like… if someone went around farting as loud as they could and laughing about it. Posing, even.

Never in my life have I met someone impressed with such noise. Just disdain.

Every day I find new ways in which to be disturbed

Imagine my confusion and disgust when, during a 2AM awakening from insomnia, I find a golf-ball-sized mass of s o m e t h i n g in my bed.

It’s half soft and half tacky and overall a very squishy and concerning organic shape.

It is my pain patch, which came off and balled up sometime in the night

In the silence of the night

The stars are all that fill our sight,

And with the buffet of the wind,

We rise to where the air is thinned.

The sky is bright,

A lonely sight,

Though gentle on your skin.

In the lake reflected back,

It’s better left alone,

But if not given time to heal,

The scars are set in stone.

The sun takes oh so long to rise,

When you’ve just watched it set,

You cannot wait for it to end,

But it’s not over yet.

You have to look harder sometimes,

When less of them appear-

But in the silence of the night,

The stars aren’t there to hear.

And though the sun may go away

For just a little while,

So many suns cut through the dark

Just to make you smile!

See stars are bigger than you think,

And that’s where you both have a link-

You can be strong,

Keep moving on,

Each moment’s just a blink.

Current mood: ugh.

This is what I grew up watching what all do u guys remember/ not remember?