Yoga is hard, yo.
“I call this pose ‘gracefullest kitteh’.” – Lord Charles of Ploppington, baron of the remote.
It’s a love that will last forever.
Coming soon-ish, various other characters marrying items I’ve promised to marry. For instance, cheese.
As drawn by the girl who just apologized to a table for bumping into it.
Mic drop.
Oh, please, do tell me all about how white cisgendered straight Christian men have it harder than anybody. I’ll just be over here, loading a Nerf gun with Tampons. You … Continue reading
Because he is, in fact, a decent human being.
I’m not so much up to reopening this topic, because I just bowed out of a Facebook thread that got argue-y fast (and then bowed back in for a second … Continue reading
Parties are scary sometimes anyway.
I’m very lucky to have found friends who both throw totally non-scary parties and are also pretty great about letting you know, clearly and specifically, when you’re invited. Still, you … Continue reading
You know how people are always supposed to choose between flying or invisiblity?
If they were a superhero, I mean. I want to be the kind of person who says flying, but there are too many times when being able to disappear would … Continue reading
Whooooooooooooooo.
A leetle break, I think, after yesterday, and because a certain A requested an owl in a dirndl. If he ends up marrying Christopher Plummer and becoming stepmother to 7 … Continue reading
Today will not be funny or cheerful. Sorry.
So there’s a thing I haven’t talked about here yet, but this new character means that I sort of need to address it. As with all of the other intensely … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 