old murkrow @Murkrow@witches.town
Je fais de mon fucking mieux, Barbara.
26 | UK | they/them | phototropically boggled
🇬🇧 h*ck yeah | 🇫🇷 j'apprends
Brain: you know those white boots
Me: yeh
Brain: DO A LYCANROC COSPLAY COME ON UP YOU GET
Me: we have seven Pokémon cosplays planned already can I sleep or
Brain: YEAR OF THE DOG, FUCKO
Me: okay cool we can do that at the weekend
Brain: IT'S NOW OR NEVER
Me: okay never we don't really need a dress for anything
Brain: INCORRECT IT IS NOW
Brain, 8pm: can't. do thing. need a. sleep. where. is bed.
Brain, 11pm: GET UP AND MAKE A DUNGAREE DRESS THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING ON EARTH GO GO GO!!!
medical Afficher plus
On the one hand, I really resent snow.
On the other hand, if it gets really bad overnight, the trains might get cancelled and I might get a day off work...
But back on the first hand I wouldn't get paid so to hell with the snow.
internet tip: go on the internet!!! check it out
my gender is two genders in a trenchcoat
Finished this piece! It is my first commission. Done with India ink and a dip pen.
https://vulpine.club/media/uWob0MlY6Q3D0xbc3Wk
Interactive Cream https://mastodon.social/media/u5aRU8LCyUErm8eXLP0
Join me in my quest to Put James In The Sea
Disco's not dead, she's just a bit elusive
Suit suggested by @Yarideki , colour scheme suggested by @envgen https://witches.town/media/c5d_DZPzA-d99V4ufH4
nonbinary positivity Afficher plus
Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers in these difficult times, the manager set me free for a moment to go get it
There is no suffering greater than this, pray4me
I'm super bored and have no customers but my sketchbook is upstairs so I can't finish what I was doing
Manager: It's going to proper snow tomorrow, you might have trouble getting in!
Me, firmly: If it does I'm gonna fight the sky.
Manager: Sky has many faces, you'll be punching for a long time.
Me: SO BE IT.
Manager: Good. Stick to your convictions. Fight for what you believe in.
If you lay down on a beach ... that's a shoral floppe
Post-Christmas winter is absolute bollocks - the air's made of knives, all the plants are temporarily dead, the sun clocks out after four hours, there's no more Christmas lights, there's no sense of purpose, you get your ankles sandblasted off by grit spreaders and the next thing to look forward to is Easter.
Guess who doesn't have to buy binbags for another month 🤘
That extremely middle-aged feel when you discover a roll of binbags in your fabric stash and exclaim "aw sick, binbags!!", genuinely pleased with the unexpected windfall.