It’s an armadillo!
Guest as I wheel by a horseshoe crab in a tub filled with water (via overheardatthezoo)
I don’t mean to be overly critical, Jeeves, I mean, I know you’re doing your best. I just think perhaps we could dispense with the “sir” at the end of every line. It shows the proper feudal spirit, and all that, but I’m afraid it does plain merry hell with the rhythm of the thing.
UGH FINE, I’ll make one of these, but I’m still annoyed about it
instagram (rl pics, mostly hiking or closeups of plants, rare sketches, I use this one the most)
twitter (currently just a lurker, occasional art)
pillowfort (when it ever starts working again so I can learn to use it)
ao3 (lbr, mostly bookmarks)
dreamwidth (*crickets*)
discord (message me for this one if we’re mutuals or have interacted a bit)
Togo, hero of the 1925 serum run to Nome, Alaska, with his owner Leonhard Seppala.
new plan: marry a 19th century whaler
– gone for 2-4 years at a time
– as emotionally unavailable as i am (they’re in love with the sea)
– good stories
The absolute cheapest barely-covers-anything plan I can get on my state’s ACA ’’’’marketplace’’’’ is going to be over 3k a year
for 3k a year in washington you can go to your primary care physician 3 times a year and we’ll cover a tiny fraction of the cost of any emergency room visits and other than that you can get fucked and thank us for the privilege.
The absolute cheapest barely-covers-anything plan I can get on my state’s ACA ’’’’marketplace’’’’ is going to be over 3k a year
Chester County Barn. Eric Sloane (1905-1985). Oil on Masonite.
A Pretty Taste for Paradox 