Let Florian sketch you looking cute (or scary or whatever, I'm sure he can do that). Or maybe not you... your character? Your favorite cryptid? Just get a little art, as a treat.
Suzuki Bean and I are down there in the thread.
No problem. I just figured the financial crisis passed.
If you still want to do it, I can DM you references.
like there's nothing about the inside of my house that's so different from the forest floor for their purposes. obviously they could survive outside. outside is like the exact same temperature and humidity and cleanliness level as my living room. they'd be fine
I mean, they used the correct form of address.
One time, a long time ago, I did this.
I've been informed that we're making coffee cake over here.
I dropped some staples, and before I could pick them all up my little cat grabbed some and started running away with them in her MOUTH.
Mmmm... wonderful pointy metal treats. Little menace.
Oh, that's 7 words. Whatever. Ladies like a scofflaw.
I was *just* thinking about the Australian Prickly Sticks I used to keep
I made, like, way too much cheesecake.
@spindlypete.bsky.social
You're gonna need to go pick this up real quick.
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Bare (muscley?) back of a light skinned, dark haired person while they hang from a pull-up bar
Someone tell me my back looks muscley
lol
You bring a tear to an old cryptid's eye.
I send you $10 and pics of me and my cat, and you sketch us together in some kind of way?
Bare (muscley?) back of a light skinned, dark haired person while they hang from a pull-up bar
Someone tell me my back looks muscley
Turns out, out here, the answer is literally no one. Animal control... doesn't take animals? And the sheriff's department tells you you can keep it or shoot it. Love to live in the wild wild west.
We've got some kind of husky cross running around out here killing everyone's chickens, owner MIA, and the number of people anxious to announce that it's not the dog's fault and we should all be nicer is way too high. Maybe it isn't the dog's fault, but she's the only one here...
A packed of nicely browned puff pastry and some sautéed asparagus on a plate
The puff pastry opened to reveal a filling of Juicy Marbles vegetarian filet and chestnut duxelles
A small bowl of dandelion root ice cream
Spring feasting over here: Juicy Marbles Wellington with chestnut duxelle, first harvest asparagus, and dandelion root ice cream (I had to pull them out to plant carrots anyway).
A packed of nicely browned puff pastry and some sautéed asparagus on a plate
The puff pastry opened to reveal a filling of Juicy Marbles vegetarian filet and chestnut duxelles
A small bowl of dandelion root ice cream
Spring feasting over here: Juicy Marbles Wellington with chestnut duxelle, first harvest asparagus, and dandelion root ice cream (I had to pull them out to plant carrots anyway).
It will probably surprise no one to hear that this roasted garlic/miso/browned butter pasta recipe is delicious. Super quick and easy too, except for the bit where you have to wait an hour for a ton of garlic to roast.
Yesterday I made lilikoi curd, which means today I get to eat lilikoi yogurt.
My life would be perfect if we could grow them here.
Out here in the sticks I keep running into people my age who, "love hanging out with their grandbabies," and it's like... plural?
The fact that this narrator has work and I don't is irritating.
I've got a division of the rhubarb that was found still growing behind my grandpa's old garden store building decades after it became an airplane hangar. It's from Alaska and thinks the seasons here are a little weird, but keeps coming back anyway.
9 times out of 10 these days I can tell a grouse drumming from a panic attack.
I used to live off their bargain books when I worked on the Clipper.
My brother does this to me. Friendly sharing texts, sometimes texts with explicit questions with easy yes/no answers. Just fuckin' silence. Then when his therapist tells him he should connect with people (or something? the stars align? IDK.) he'll become chatty for like, a week. I'm over it.
Evil little razor tripwires, but so tasty!
This very day I dug into our freezer stash and made dewberry muffins.
Joke's on you. I already live among the coyotes.
I saw someone talking about a good friend doing "wifey" things for them and how great it is, and I realized that literally no one both knows me well enough and has the skill to make me a meal without my input that I will be excited to eat.
What's it like to be easy to please?
