*hugs you all* Because today is a day for hugs, and I’m going to run out of spoons if I go putting hugs in everyone’s ask box.
Feel free to reblog this to give a hug to every one of your followers.
*who is comfortable with being hugged. If you do not like hugs or are uncomfortable with physical contact, or even just prefer not a hug from someone not a mutual friend, cookies or other snacks suitable for your dietary needs and restrictions.
one of my favorite things is how badgers and coyotes will hunt cooperatively. as in not just like happening to go after the same thing at the same time but actually combining efforts to bring down prey; coyotes are faster and can chase down prey species, while badgers are adept at digging them out of their burrows
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Hope this helped somehow in your journey to drawing plump and fat and chub folks c:
I forgot how much I dislike the second half of season two of Criminal Minds. Although there seemed to be more twitchy-making episodes this rewatch than there have been in previous rewatches. (And all four of the ones that made me twitchy before are still on the do-not-watch list for me. Because I can deal with their consequences that are shown in later episodes, but not the episodes themselves.
A couple of days ago, I made this post about having a big announcement to make. I then had an extreme lapse in confidence where I was sure saying anything would end terribly, so I held back. Nearly convincing myself that I would never tell anyone on here ever, and that would be that.
Luckily, I have a couple of good friends that were kind enough to slap me in the face through my computer screen and say, “Uh, you’re wrong?”.
Fandom: Star Wars AU: Ocean of Night Word Count: 285 Characters: Maul, unnamed Sith
The robes around her are spread neatly, looking like wings splayed on the floor. Rusty red and charcoal feathers patterned into the fabric. The rest of her is hidden by the stark shadows of the room. A room he does not remember entering, nor can recognize the architecture of.
“Where am I?”
A quiet, raspy chuckle comes from the darkness, the broad sleeves of the robe shifting as their owner moves. Wings lifting, folding back, settling. Perhaps not robes after all.
“Why should I tell you, little apprentice?”
“Who brought me here?” He tries to stalk toward her, letting his anger at her non-answer show, only to find a barrier that keeps him at a distance. And when he tries to prod it with the Force, throws him back.
“That wouldn’t be fair, telling you without giving you a chance to figure it out on your own.”
Maul picks himself up from where he’s been thrown, approaching the barrier carefully, and slowly pacing the perimeter of it. A full circle, and her at the center well out of arm’s reach. Out of harm’s way, in a pool of shadow and light. It has a direction, to hide her face so completely, but he can’t see the source of it – light or window.
“Who are you?”
Another raspy chuckle is followed by a quiet clicking. “My name is not for you to know, little apprentice.”
“What are you?”
“You don’t know? How disappointing.” She shifts, the light coruscating across purple irridescence. A hood or a helm or a crest, but her face is still hidden by shadows. Clinging shadows, even with the light’s direction unchanged. “I’m not telling you, little apprentice. That wouldn’t be fair.”
There's a Mirror on the Wall 