So I've Been Getting Into Doing Art And I Thought It Would Be Fun To Do Fanart Of Kiryu As A Catboy.

dnd party comprised of five catboy bards. tabaxstreet boys.

One evening, in the sky, a message appeared: “In 24 hours, a billionaire will die.” Everyone everywhere on Earth could see it, in every language. Nobody could explain it. The next day, one of the richest men passed away. “In 24 hours, 2 billionaires…”

does anybody have that cat poem, you know the one. not mary oliver's poem. the one about a cat growing up with you like brothers but him still being small whereas you've grown tall. i need a good cry

New Money Making Idea: I'm going to take food, form it into squares, and then freeze it. Then I'm going to sell it as health food cause it's "Three square meals a day" The food may or may not actually be healthy, and I reserve the right to deep fry any or all of it.

Imagine a brick of spaghetti, complete with meatballs and sauce, frozen and then battered and deep fried. That is the kind of horror I will offer to the world.

Mine was a Reuben at the Falling Sky brewery in Eugene, Oregon back in 2013 when I was attending college classes while homeless. It had been raining and I needed somewhere dry, something to eat, and a place to work on homework so I ordered what turned out to be the best sandwich of my life along with a blackberry mead.

this is so real and never leaves me

furry haters piss me off like for sure fuck these fun creative and inspired chill people because i think theyre weird. i just saw art of an anthro wolf that is also a fridge and it had fridge magnets on it and its tail was a bag of ice it was fucking awesome

Furries were furrifying bullseye and i think they forgot retail is hell. So have my take.

Tired butch bullseye here to suffer under capitalism.

Fight Coven #15

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So I really wanted to share another scene I wrote for the novel I'm working on. Anyway, here goes. -------------------------

On the other side of the city a large man with dark brown skin was lounging shirtless on the living room sofa of his tidy apartment. Every aspect of his appearance was his own, whether it was his tall, heavy-set frame that belied the wall of muscle he’d been steadily building each morning, the couple dozen tight thin locs of hair that held large colored beads at the ends, or the two thin scars mirrored on either side of his firm chest, one beneath each of his pecs. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as his hands rest behind his head. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it in the air. A knock on his door brought him out of his reverie and the hint of a smile became a wide grin.

It took no time at all for him to walk to the door, grab the bag of steaming takeout that had been left for him, and plop back down on the couch. Today was a day for rest and relaxation, a day to celebrate the small joys of a clean apartment, a good workout, and chinese take out for lunch. Today was a day to scroll through the apps on his personal phone and not work on breaking through the security on the half a dozen system-locked phones sitting on his desk in the neat little office he kept next to his room. Today was his day and if he was going to work on any projects it was going to be for himself. With that in mind, he pulled his food from the bag only for an alert to go off on his phone.

Hey Cal, its Alicia, got a new number. Have you heard from Jay recently?

Caleb’s brow furrowed as he read the text, his food already forgotten.

No. When you two split up didn’t really have anything to say to him.

Yeah, fair.

Why, what’s up?

I sent him a message on Concord a couple days ago but he never responded. I’d text him but I don’t have his number. Do you?

Yeah, I can shoot him a text.

He sighed and leaned back as he scrolled through his contacts, pulling up Jay.

Hey man, Alicia said she hadn’t heard from you in a couple of days. You good?

He set his phone on the couch next to him and opened up his food. Two bites later, he got a text back from Jay.

Help!

How? What’s going on?

I don’t know! Its dark and everything is quiet!

Where are you? I’ll pick you up.

Fear and confusion ran through him as the next message came through, GPS coordinates for an apartment complex on the other side of the city. This wasn’t like Jay at all, regardless of what trouble he might be in.

I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

As it turned out, today was not going to be a day for rest and relaxation.