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I’m so normal I’m so normal I’m so normal I’m so

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Yasammy from today's stream! My favorite Texas wildflowers are wild verbenas, and I thought it would be cute if Yaz picked Sammy some.

(Also yes Yaz's pose is that one pose from Tarzan lol)

Thanks to everyone who came!

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Post corrections/clarifications are my favorite genre of humor: a compilation

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my nostalgia for circa 2010 club music is hysterical to me. i was not at “the club” in two thousand and ten, i was at home on the family computer singing along to “like a G6” as if i wasn’t in the G6th fucking grade

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Zack: Can I get a pet?

Shadow-San: No, we do not need an animal running around.

Zack: Please?

Shadow-San: Fine, but you may only have fish.

*One hour later*

Zack, holding a rabbit: Meet Fish.

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I want more adventures for them.

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ARE YOU A BONE OR BLOOD PERSON.

ARE YOU A VOID OR ABYSS PERSON.

ARE YOU A ROT OR DUST PERSON.

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piel

I saw this photo of a Gannet taken by Paul Miguel on twitter and immediately thought "oh that's an angel" so I wanted to draw it out before I forgot.

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Happy anniversary to the time I ordered a burrito from taco bell and instead they gave me like 100$ worth of THC vape cartridges.

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Everyone else’s music taste sucks but mine *Plays the worst song you’ve heard on your entire life*

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just found out about the Cinnamon-headed green pigeon... holy shit how gorgeous

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say his name three times!

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ID: Two small, fat, and beautiful colorpoint cats mill about on the floor, which is strewn with toys, begging for food with enormous jewel-blue eyes.

The little white and gray female cries piteously, like a young child who is melodramatically but effectively portraying an orphan in a school play.

The white and brown male, with barely a pause for breath, somehow lets forth a tireless wailing louder and more despairing than that of the forsaken souls of the dead who rend their clothes and pound their fists helplessly into the cold and muddy banks of the River of Lamentation.

There is no other dialog.