#pretzel the reptile

[fellowshipofthenoodles]

☆ Original son!!! ☆

[ID: Two pictures of Pretzel the light and dark brown patterned western hognose on Starlight's hand, he's hanging his head off the edge of their hand and in the second picture he has his tongue flickering]

[haika-98]

NitW - Community Constellations

Some old art that I did for a little competition in 2018.

Posted using PostyBirb

[snakesanddragons]

it’s hognose time!

[strandnreyes]

all is not lost

mature | 14k | canon compliant | complete

As they tear through the loft, Carlos gets flashbacks to when he had to do the same for a lost lizard. Twice. Except this time it’s not a reptile, but a very expensive engagement ring that doesn’t even belong to them. They flip cushions and roll rugs and dig through the dishes filled with pretzels or chocolate covered almonds, but even after their home looks like a tornado ripped through it, they’re still empty handed.

TK slumps down on the living room floor after a last ditch effort to look under the couch, staring up at Carlos with wide, horrified eyes. “The ring is gone,” he mutters, and all Carlos can do is swallow past his dry throat and nod.

Or, a tale of three lost rings

Chapters:

One: Carlos’ Ring Two: Gabriel’s Ring Three: Paul’s Ring

[guardian-angle22]

Thank you to @heartstringsduet & @liminalmemories21 for tagging me in a revival of Fic Rec Friday! I wasn't sure what fics to pick for this one so I went through my history on AO3 and here are all of the completed 911LS fics that I read (or re-read) in the month of May!! (if I also added the WIPs or the fics from other fandoms we'd be here all night so I narrowed it down 😅)

◆ Meet me in the afterglow by @mi1kc0ffee (Words: 2.9K; Rating: E)

So maybe Carlos is just a bit upset that his new boyfriend isn’t into cuddling after sex. Or, TK experiences aftercare for the first time.

◆ The Shadow of You by @littlemissmarianna (Words: 798; Rating: G; TW: discussion of grief & canon character death)

TK should be safe in the grocery store, and yet, Carlos feels himself begin to panic when aisle after aisle turns up empty. The cans and boxes are in perfect rows on each shelf, and the strangers seem friendly enough when Carlos passes by them…but TK has vanished.

◆ Hold me too close by @paperstorm (Words: 1.8K; Rating: T; TW: discussion of grief & canon character death)

“Hey, baby,” TK whispers, soft enough that were they a few inches further apart Carlos might not be able to hear him. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you cry.” Carlos’s lips curve into a small responding smile and he shakes his head. “It’s okay.” He tilts his chin forward, asking for a kiss, that TK gives him readily because he thinks it would hurt like having a limb ripped off if he didn’t. Carlos’s lips are smooth and damp against his, wet with the salt from his tears. “Wanna go for a walk?” TK asks when they part, and Carlos quickly nods. - A small extension of the scene after Tommy sings at their wedding.

◆ Five fingers on each hand by @sloganeeer (Words: 323; Rating: G)

Carlos didn’t put a shirt on last night, after, and TK gets to rubs his palm over the short curls of Carlos’s chest hair. “You wanna?” he asks. - Or, TK wakes up with his husband.

◆ love in a series of bursts and inches by @lemonlyman-dotcom (Words: 35K; Rating: G)

It’s Eid 2024 and Tarlos is preparing to host Marjan and her parents for a celebratory dinner at the loft, where they will be meeting Joe for the first time. Over the night before and morning of Eid, both TK and Marjan reflect on the past four years in Austin, and the Eids they’ve spent together building a bond as found family.

◆ breathing deeper than i've ever done by @your-catfish-friend (Words: 4.6K; Rating: E; sweat/scent kink)

Carlos smells good, and TK has feelings about it.

◆ Silence and Gloom by @wandering-night19 (Words: 13K; Rating: T; TW: PTSD, physical abuse, aftermath of torture & violence)

Carlos is fine. So he wishes TK would stop looking at him with those wide, green eyes like he's something fragile that might shatter at any moment. He's fine.

◆ all is not lost by @strandnreyes (Words: 14K; Rating: M; TW: brief discussion of grief & canon character death)

As they tear through the loft, Carlos gets flashbacks to when he had to do the same for a lost lizard. Twice. Except this time it’s not a reptile, but a very expensive engagement ring that doesn’t even belong to them. They flip cushions and roll rugs and dig through the dishes filled with pretzels or chocolate covered almonds, but even after their home looks like a tornado ripped through it, they’re still empty handed. TK slumps down on the living room floor after a last ditch effort to look under the couch, staring up at Carlos with wide, horrified eyes. “The ring is gone,” he mutters, and all Carlos can do is swallow past his dry throat and nod. Or, a tale of three lost rings

◆ The Rest of the World Was Black and White (But We Were in Screaming Color) by reyestrand (Words: 9K; Rating: T)

TK Strand doesn’t like the world he lives in. The best part of his day is at night when he closes his eyes so he can’t see anything, and the worst part is in the morning when he has to open them again - open them back up to a world that lacks in beauty. He wakes up and everything is just gray. All there is are shades that are making him numb every day that passes without meeting the one person who will bring color into his world. - A soulmates AU where the world is seen in black and white until soulmates share their first kiss

◆ Thirst Trap Thursday by @chicgeekgirl89 (Words: 40K; Rating: M)

When Carlos accidentally sends a sexy picture to a random stranger he apologizes and vows never to text again. But when T.K. Strand receives that picture, he can't help but start texting back. It starts with a thirst trap. It ends with love.

◆ You Keep Coming Back With a Bird In Your Teeth by vaguenotion (Words: 133K; Rating: T; TW: kidnapping, stalking, violence, non-consensual touching)

When a gesture of goodwill is misinterpreted, a patient begins to develop a dangerous attachment to TK. The whole point of the job is to save patients, not to have to be saved FROM them.

◆ The Greatest Gift I’ve Found, The Sweetest Thing I’ve Known by @lemonlyman-dotcom (Words: 7.3K; Rating: E)

“You know, there’s a lot of things to adore about TK. But do you know the thing we love the most about him?” He makes a questioning noise. She points a finger into the dimple in his cheek. “This.” He furrows his brow in question. “Oh, I’ve known you for thirty years, niñito.” He bites back his quip about how he’s not 30 yet, wanting to know where she’s going with this. “But I’ve never seen that smile, not until about four years ago.” “When I met TK.” “When you met TK.” She nods. “We all knew something was different. Even if it took you a while to work up the courage to bring him around. You seemed so light, so happy. We knew something had happened.” He looks over to where TK is chatting away with his abuelita. “He’s a special person,” Carlos says. “He is, but honey. So are you,” Lucy grips his bicep softly. “We love you, Carlitos, and I’m sorry that we ever made you feel like you had to hide any of your specialness from us.” --- Nochebuena at the Reyes house. It's Tarlos's first Christmas as husbands, and the family's first without Gabriel.

[satyrradio]

Might make an intersex candyilain (basically reptiles based on sweets) any tips on what would be the best candy to base them on?

white chocolate-covered pretzels

[cookinguptales]

sorry to all the people I texted increasingly incoherent photos of animals at last night, lmao. oktobearfest was really fun.

I don't usually like being in large crowds of drunk people, but I have to admit that beer festivals at the philly zoo always seem to have really good vibes. I never seem to run into douchebags, everyone's having a good time, we all wanna talk about how cute the animals are, we're all trying lots of new and interesting beer, it's great. Like about halfway through the night, there was a crowd of people around the hippo enclosure and one of them stuck their nose up out of the water and everyone GASPED lmao.

by the end of the night, though, we were all just in the reptile house blubbering about how cute the gila monster was lmao

lots of really nice people, though. there was one part of the evening where I was fully spinning because people on all sides kept complimenting me lmao. ("I like your hair!" *turn* "thank you!" "I like your shirt!" *turn* "thank you!" "I like your purse!" *turn* "thank you!") the person running the booth was laughing lmao.

and I discovered some beer I'll want to look into later! particularly liked the pretzel wheat ale from aldus, it really did taste like pretzels. wild. philly has a Thing about pretzels, so we were all going nuts for it lmao.

nice way to celebrate finishing a big work project, tbh. I got to stare wistfully into the eyes of a rhino while drinking a pumpkin beer. it was great.

[iambittythings]

Hello new followers, who popped up after i posted this little hognose.

First off, thanks so much! I'm glad he's getting love. :)

Second, hello! I'm a Canadian artist working with polymer clay. The little dude up there is made of different colours of clay, no cookie dough or pretzels involved. On my honour!

Third, this little dude found a home earlier today, along with these little bats, but I do have other reptiles available if you'd like one too. I try my best to cover a variety of critters, including reptiles and amphibians.

Beasts for days! Anyway, thanks for the eyeballs, the tags and the comments. I read them all! 🦎🐢🐸💚♥️💚

[luneinary]

Do have a any fun fact or funny headcanons about your oc or your fav thsc character? If yes can you said some?? Pleaseeeee

indeed * cracks my knuckles with a cartoonishly loud crunch *

- ellie (very recently , actually) used to have long hair but was forced to cut it after doing time in a women's prison

- is audhd me thinks . Mostly evident in her speech patterns and nonchalant behavior , but she's definitely been seen stimming by pacing around aimlessly or doing weird things with her hands . She also has an ancestral hatred for bananas

- tattoo artist as a side hustle

- hyperfocused on swords . Nobody knows why

- competent with firearms but definitely prefers hand-to-hand combat , she has the training for that; she's not the fastest runner though and ensures that she has a getaway vehicle at all times

- enjoyer of reptiles

- DO NOT let her anywhere near pretzels

- can absolutely shred on an electric guitar- has definitely attempted to make her own songs . Gravitates to indie and rock

- yes she has family , do not ask her about them . Turned to a life of crime to specifically get away from them

- you can't ask her about her levitation abilities either , because she has no idea how she got them . I like to believe that she was born with them ?? Or possibly exposure to some kind of radiation . Her powers have gotten her caught up with the CCC before and she's chosen to keep them under the radar since then

- an avid Set it Off listener

[onenicebugperday]

@king-ofconfusion​ submitted: my baby brother has always kept bugs and now hes had some cellar spiders in a big old pretzel container for a while and now ones gravid (im a reptile guy not a bug guy lol so idk if thats right or not)

do you have any advice for housing this tiny things?

Ohhh congrats to this future mother! Gravid is when they are full of eggs but haven’t yet laid them. This lady has now laid her egg sac which she will carry in her chelicerae until it hatches. Assuming the eggs are fertile, when they hatch, the mother will care for the spiderlings for about 9 days, after which they would naturally disperse from her web. I would say it’s safe to move the spiderlings each to their own small deli cup after that time and begin feeding them melanogaster fruit flies!

I will add the caveat that spiderlings of some species do better if they’re kept together with their siblings longer, but I’ve never kept cellar spiders, so I’m not sure if this is true for them. Your brother could try keeping some together in the same cup after the nine days, and separate some entirely, and see which do better. If they act aggressive towards each other, definitely split them up.

[adlerbarnes]

Hey, guys! I’m Katelyn, and this hunk of a man is Adler! I’m excited to be here and to interact with a new-ish character as I explore this wonderful roleplay and this beautiful town that’s been created! I would love to plot with every single one of you. My discord is xADumbHuman#3145 if anyone wants to add me on there!

THE STATISTICS

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦

FULL LEGAL NAME: Adler Benjamin Barnes NICKNAME(s): Adler, Addie (his Mom is the only person that’s ever called him Addie), Benji when he was a kid AGE: 33 DATE OF BIRTH: April 25th SPECIES: Human ETHNICITY: German, Italian, Irish, and possibly other (Google gives me all the facts) NATIONALITY: American LANGUAGES: English, some Spanish, ASL GENDER: Cis-Male PRONOUNS: He/Him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual BIRTH ORDER: Second Born (Though he thinks he’s the first born) HOMETOWN: Andover, Mass.  CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ashmore in Nightrest, Mass. EDUCATION: College; Associate’s Degree OCCUPATION: Veterinary Technician MARITAL STATUS: It’s complicated. FAMILY: It’s also complicated. RELATIONSHIPS: See connections. PETS: Siberian Husky named Motley 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦

HEIGHT: 6'5 WEIGHT: 200 pounds. BODY TYPE: Fit, muscular but not as defined as he’d like. HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel SCARS|MARKS: He has freckles on his shoulders; a scar under his chin (that just happens to cause his beard to grow slightly shorter in that spot) and a scar on his hand from childhood.  FACIAL HAIR: A beard, but it’s on the shorter side. Not long or scruffy, nicely kept.  SIGNATURE SCENT: Tea Tree Shampoo, Bourbon scented cologne (very musty/manly) TATTOOS: A full sleeve on his arm. PIERCINGS: Right nostril

𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗔𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗦

PHOBIAS: N/A MENTAL DISEASES: Though it’s undiagnosed, he suffers with anxiety.  PHYSICAL DISEASES: N/A 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff PROMINENT TRAITS:  Uplifting, Honest, Anxious, Hard Working FAVORITE FOODS: Sushi, French Fries, Chocolate Cake, Supreme Pizza, Chocolate Covered Pretzels FAVORITE COLOR: Navy Blue, Maroon MUSIC TASTE: He doesn’t have a preference; as long as it’s good music he’ll listen to it.   HOBBIES: working out, walks with Motley, video games, starting books and never finished them, motorcycle riding. ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini LIKES: Taking control, Vintage cars, Foggy mornings, Reptiles, Old action films, silk sheets DISLIKES: Losing people, Subtitles, Rowdy kids, Sick animals

THE APPLICATION

was that ADLER BARNES i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY THREE year old who has been in nightrest for ONE WEEK and works  as a  VETERINARY TECHNICIAN has a reputation of being UPLIFTING, but also ANXIOUS. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with LEATHER BIKE JACKET HANGING IN HIS CLOSET, BABY BLANKET TUCKED AND HIDDEN UNDER HIS PILLOW, WRITTEN LETTERS TO HIS CHILDHOOD SELF HE’S NEVER READ. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

THE HEADCANONS

In his spare time, Adler likes to fish. You can find him on the river watching the water ripples underneath the stars.

He doesn't know much about his family as he was placed in foster care at six months old. All he knows is moving from house to house.

While he doesn't quite know how he feels about being a father, Adler wouldn't mind having children. The responsibility scares him slightly, but he wants to provide a safe space for children that he never had.

A true animal lover at heart, Adler has had several pets growing up. While they were never allowed in his household, he would be known to be the 'owner' of wild animals growing up; feeding them concoctions he would create from leftovers in his houses.

Adler has never loved holidays, but New Year's Day has always been his favorite. He finds himself looking forward to the change it provides every year.

Adler was a terrible student. He went to school every day, but regardless of how much he tried, he barely passed every year until he reached high school. That's the first time anyone ever really gave him the chance and he felt he could finally allow himself to pursue a future that was receivable.

THE SUMMARY

Adler grew up in the foster care system - his mother was a teenager when he was born - after none of his biological family would take him. He bounced from house to house, seeing more than thirty by the time he made it to high school. That's when he met the people he calls his parents; both were older at the time with children graduating college and getting married, but they loved Adler like he was their own. It was the first time he'd had any real sense of a family, and he knew he would do anything to make them proud. That's when he moved to Salem after bouncing from town to town his entire life, and after graduating with honors, he moved onto college, getting an associate's degree in veterinary medicine; he'd always loved animals and wanted nothing more than to be able to take care of them. During this time is when he met Selin. The two dated, but Adler has commitment issues and broke it off when he got scared. A year later the two were married in Vegas a year ago, telling no one that they'd done it. After a year of being married, She left, signed divorce papers, and now a year later Adler is in the same town as her - divorced papers unsigned - unknowingly to him.

[fellowshipofthenoodles]

Why is he always so offended 😩

[ID: two pictures of Pretzel the cream and brown western hognose with his head poking up from behind a leaf]

[bridgerhayes]

Hey, guys! I’m Katelyn, and this hunk of a man is Bridger! I’m excited to be here and to interact with an old love, but newly revamped character as I explore this wonderful roleplay and this beautiful town! I would love to plot with every single one of you. My discord is xADumbHuman#3145 if anyone wants to add me on there!

THE STATISTICS

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦

FULL LEGAL NAME: Bridger Scott Hayes NICKNAME(s): Briggs AGE: 36 DATE OF BIRTH: March 21st LANGUAGES: English, learned some Spanish back in high school but has lost it all. GENDER: Cis-Male PRONOUNS: He/Him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual BIRTH ORDER: Oldest Born HOMETOWN: Houston, Texas  CURRENT RESIDENCE: TBD EDUCATION: College; Bachelor's Degree OCCUPATION: Co-Owner of Crescent Canyon Farms MARITAL STATUS: Married to Chantel FAMILY: Twin to TBD, Older brother of Canyon RELATIONSHIPS: See connections. PETS: TBD 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦

HEIGHT: 5'11 WEIGHT: 200 pounds. BODY TYPE: Fit, muscular but not as defined as he’d like. HAIR COLOR: Light Brown EYE COLOR: Blue SCARS|MARKS: He has freckles on his shoulders; a scar under his chin (that just happens to cause his beard to grow slightly shorter in that spot) and a scar on his hand from childhood.  FACIAL HAIR: A beard, but it’s on the shorter side. Not long or scruffy, nicely kept.  SIGNATURE SCENT: Tea Tree Shampoo, Bourbon scented cologne (very musty/manly) TATTOOS: TBD PIERCINGS: N/A

𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗔𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗦

PHOBIAS: N/A MENTAL DISEASES: Though it’s undiagnosed, he suffers with anxiety and PTSD PHYSICAL DISEASES: N/A 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff PROMINENT TRAITS:  Uplifting, Honest, Anxious, Hard Working FAVORITE FOODS: Sushi, French Fries, Chocolate Cake, Supreme Pizza, Chocolate Covered Pretzels FAVORITE COLOR: Navy Blue, Maroon, Emerals Green MUSIC TASTE: He doesn’t have a preference; as long as it’s good music he’ll listen to it.   HOBBIES: taking care of the barns, talking to animals, starting books and never finishing them, fishing, racing (though he hasn't done that since his accident) ZODIAC SIGN: Aries LIKES: Taking control, Vintage cars, Foggy mornings, Reptiles, Old action films, silk sheets DISLIKES: Losing people, Subtitles, Rowdy kids

THE HEADCANONS

Briggs is a really quiet man. He tends to think before he speaks and sometimes can be a little ‘off putting’, because of how closed off he seems.

He’s only been in Savannah about a year, but has grown to really enjoy the place outside of what he came here for.

Briggs has always liked to work with his hands. Crafting, painting, maintenance, anything that can be used to benefit someone, he’s all for it.

Briggs loves Winter. Snow, fires, hot chocolate, all of the things that remind him of winter he thoroughly enjoys and will make the most out of winter months.

Despite his previous job as a veterinarian, Briggs has never had a pet. Watching people grieve over the loss of their pets always made him too sad to ever get on of his own.

Even though he doesn’t look like the kind that would, he loves gardening. Growing vegetables, fruits, and anything else he can grow from a seed, he enjoys watching the progress.

He loves nude/neutral colors. He’s not really sure why, but he’s sure it has something to do with comments his mom would make to him when he was younger about how it worked well with his skin tone.

Briggs has always enjoyed racing, whether it be drag racing, local racing, or even Nascar, he considers it a guilty pleasure.

Briggs isn’t always the best at expressing it, but, he loves deeply.

THE SUMMARY

Bridger has always been a man of his word. He loves his work deeply, but doesn’t like to boast when he’s done a good job. He tends to put others before himself, regardless of how important his issues tend to be. He used to be a veterinarian - specializing in equestrian veterinary - and loved every second of it. However, when a racing accident caused a TBI, leading to life long hand tremors, he was unable to do his job to the fullest ability and gave up his career and his dream. He started doing odd and end work in Houston, working with animals when he could but mostly maintenance, or any sort of outside labor that he could. During this time he and Chantel - the girl he started dating after his divorce - got married, and within that time he got the call from his twin brother that their parents had passed away, leaving the two of them in charge of Crescent Canyon Farms here in Savannah, Georgia.

[child-of-crows]

The USPS does ship live animals! However, they do not ship turtles. And they especially do not ship snapping turtles (one this size can bite off fingers like pretzels) who have been mislabeled as "harmless reptile." Also it's illegal in at least a few states to have live snapping turtles as pets.

[crater-lake]

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7/9/24

I like how I speak to people anyways. More than a poem that breaks the inherent promise of trying to save me. In wanting to be seen, I want to be reached into. This is why when I masturbate, I itch for poppers, for weed, to inflate and sharpen the pleasure. I want a Rube Goldberg machine of fuck in the gray matter. I want how love sweetens understanding. I don't want letters I want hands. I want to be a deer crossing the road. I want the dream of it, the beloved fleeing, smoke rising reptile slow.

I like how I speak to other people anyways. Ragav says he feels at the edge of something great, the beginning of living. I want the fruit of that, it's water on my forearms as it drips from my bite. I endeavored to live. I closed a few doors and opened others. It's the one math. Ragav says he wants to say something to me in person. So speak. So live.

I speak better in conversations. Not all of them. Chloe tells me she is on mute and I don't know what to say. I have no enlightening manner of getting out of it. I have no poems to share because she has more clarity to me and can see into my idiocy. Not idiocy but impression. She can ask me how the image falls and I won't know. I will know but I won't own it. It's like putting your dick away while masturbating. I think I could probably live and be genuine, I would just know my bottom. I am not sure what is in a bird, but the sky is singing. Birds stayed because we could colonize the skies. Love is in a bird because other animals are road kill. I have no poems to share. The grief of an ocean, or the permanence of ignorance, or my nervous fingers inside of a lock. Chloe says she is difficult to get to know but how can it be true? I cannot read her, I can only assign my experience on to her. I think she might be alone. I might be alone. What can I make better and what can I not? Can I tell a story in the right way to make it in? Does a story have to become a different story to end? When I say end, do I mean set me free, let me go, move to someone else? Do I mean end like my death or someone else's? I feel more like a flower that knows how to bloom in sunshine. I think sunshine is everything with my dandruff on it. Flowers are imprisoned by their season. It is summer and my heart is beating. My missing is a fire tower no one is watching from. It is not the absence of watching, there was never any watching.

Message to Emily: Interludium

We need to drink wine and do weird art . We need to keep small promises to practice breaking them like pretzels. We need to buy clothes that live 50 days in our closets. We need to get thin enough to maybe go viral. We need to start a trend. We need better skin care and hot boyfriends. We ask the world for immunity from the world. We exchange love for time for wealth and capital. Love cannot be exchanged. No one is handing you his heart, he is reaching out his hand. We need drugs like locks to a room. We need true respite. We need better friends. We need to reach out. We need to be clever. We need to donate. We need to pretend to be conscious.

I like how I speak better to people, my friends. Julian says why do you bring up obscure childhood references. He says your brain is an enigma. He says you are a strange critter. I clock his awkwardness and fear of regression and tacit recognition of what unfurled between us. Julian sends me poems about absence, which is like building a dam at the bottom of the ocean. The way light stops refracting through ocean water is what I mean by having a voice. The words are only so borrowed. It is not math that feels like a voice and meaning is probably not a mechanism. I think I felt too much one day and woke up. The way consciousness is the end of rain. And not volcanic. Or a dart at a board. Or lightning. Or stepping on a tack. But the surge of it through the nerves, the awakeness of it. The ticking. Julian says I know you this makes sense. Sometimes I remember the memory of his lips. How many iterations should I do?

Я помню память памяти памяти памяти памяти. Julian I am here not to make it better, I am here to touch you. I talking seeing like it is touching. Miquel's hands understood. Understanding is the fusion of two bodies, two beings. It is being through someone else's eyes. Why is everybody counterevidence to singularity? Why is faith at the root of everything important? I trust other people are real. Trust is apparently the most reliable thing. We are so curious about other people. I think love is the praxis of trust. I think conviction about things matters. I am standing on the edge looking in. I pray that I cannot see behind me. Of course these eyes gather in an infinitesimal oneness. It is not oneness but whatever oneness intends to mean. I didn't need to say that. (Anxiety licks everything wet like a hungry dog.) I throw my voice around when I am alone like a firecracker with out the punch. There is no Jar of Hearts inside of the fan. Even Matt does not want to be here so much, but he has wide beautiful eyes and kindness perches on his face. It's easy for him to be curious and full which kills him. I would keep him in my bed and pat his head with a wet towel.

I like how to talk to other people the best. Ananya says, how are you feeling? Which is my invitation to speak and be real. Speak and be real and do not define those things. My mom says do. I am moving to accept that things may exist with no borders. The ( ) is just a wild buffalo. The way angles of a letter are older than a sound should tell you about form and content. Form lasts longer. People fit themselves into a human shaped story with the wrong stuff. I miss alchemy and Greek gods. I sweeten my love wjth the missing. Add black paint to brighten a thing. This is the same math that bothers me about dichotomies, masculine feminine, light dark. I will shoot an arrow at it, refuse oneness, and not define anything. I stepped recursively back through the looking. The gaze does not come out, the light comes in. The gaze is a myth. The beholden is lightning it to the thunder of a gaze.

This is the same math. I had the thought today how winter grows cold and short. Why can't a season have darkened without coldness? There is energy and reality. Light from the door bends around the bed post. I am lying in a dorm bed in Lugari Hall with no AC. It makes me love Miquel and his heart.

My voice is a hydrangea. I am sort of person who scribes words onto the back of a receipt. Me and the sort from a special club. I must say good night.

Before I forget: how I spoke to Ty from Cornell at Concordia, simply through Snapchat adds. In another version of this, I was across the lake. I would have wondered to the lake edge and called. I may be tired but it also seems that this specific paragraph has different spacing than the one above it.

[pythonmelon]

Can you tell us more about your pets?

Hello anon, absolutely!

We've currently got six pets- five reptiles and a dog.

There's Pretzel, our rescue Akita we brought home from the shelter last year. She's a big very sweet gal, lots of energy. We do a lot of walking and jogging together, she's a bit of a soft toy destroyer but we have some great Tough Toys.

Ludo is my oldest reptile, he's a six year old Indonesian blue tongue skink. The seller at the exotics expo I got him from was selling mostly geckos, but his original owner was the seller's-friend's-kid who got bored when he hit adulthood. He loves to climb and is a very chill dude, loves to eat, big cuddler. He's had some skin issues he's still healing from but he's active and healthy and doing great!

Pudding is a Paraguayan Rainbow boa- she's an absolutely incredible animal. Dopey little face. Absolute MUSCLE at a still manageable size (under five feet). She's so fast- did you know rainbow boas are more closely related to anacondas than other boas? But they're still just little dudes.

Creamsicle is technically @allislaughter 's, he's an albino tangerine leopard gecko! He's a grumpy little dude, but he's delightful. Super fun to watch him hunt, he is a little bit blind (more accurately, light sensitive) but it does not slow him down.

Brown Sugar Boba is also @allislaughter 's- he's a crested gecko and an absolutely lovely one. He's soft and silly and he eats right out of our hands (holding his cup of gecko diet). Angel baby. Totally brainless.

Our newest pet is Banana Split, the Peter's Banded Skink. She's still settling in, we don't know how old she is, but PBS's have been on my dream reptile list for some time- they're incredibly cute, I love the bright yellow striped and solid black eyes look- and she turned up at the pet store where we got Creamsicle and we always get our feeders back in December. I was on the fence- space concerns, buying a new enclosure, etc- but by the time my birthday rolled around last month she was still there, was in good health, I had found space and an enclosure, it was kind of meant to be. As a nocturnal desert dweller she's a bit of a recluse, but she's still a treat to have around.

That's everyone for now! Thanks so much for the ask anon, it was fun to just ramble about our pets.