#thank you cow anon

[mushiewrites]

Hear👏me👏out👏 DREAM BEING GIVEN NECK RASPBERRIES BY GEORGE OR SAPNAP. DISCUSS.

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FIRSTLY COW ANON - this may or may not have given me immediate shivers and made my scrunch my shoulders up. BUT ANYWAYS.

Okay okay oKAY. The first thing that immediately came into my brain is that George would probably be the perfect heigh to give Dream neck raspberries. I think judging by the height, he would probably fit perfectly under Dream’s chin, making his neck that much more accessible. So if Dream is distracted or being annoying or george is just feeling cheeky, he’ll sneak up behind him and blow a huge raspberries on the nape of his neck or the sides, making Dream shrink in on himself with a loud shriek that dissolves into cackles.

I think Sapnap is more likely to pounce with purpose on Dream. Again, if Dream is being annoying or hard headed or they’re just being idiots for no reason, I think Sapnap loves to provoke Dream and pounce on him like prey. Even though Dream is hilariously taller than him, Sapnap is strong as hell and he has no issues holding Dream’s wrists down on either side or his head while he blows raspberry after raspberry into his neck, making Dream squeal and squirm and plead and just melt into a puddle.

#cow anon #asks #thank you cow anon #i could brain rot that one very easily thank u for feeding my brain #lee!dream #ler!george #ler!sapnap #mushie concepts / hcs #mcyt tickle #my stuff

[whinlatter]

Also how do you think ginny and Harry's marital life was? Did they get married early?Did Ginny sometimes resent her husband's profession? As a couple do you think they fought often?

Thanks so much for always replying to all the asks so wonderfully! You're so amazing!!!

I think Harry and Ginny's marital life was happy, of course! I think their marriage was a singular source of stability and renewing joy throughout their adult lives. (can you imagine if I was like... nah, it was garbage, divorce)

Without further ado... here's too many words and thoughts on Harry and Ginny's married life and careers, and some fic recs that have helped shape how I think about it dotted throughout. Come for the twee house descriptions, stay for the rant about neoliberal feminism at the end I guess!

On married life and the Potter household:

I love the idea of the Potters presiding over this ramshackle chaos household in big house near the sea, with a great big garden and treehouse for their kids and the cousins and various pets to maraud about all over the place. I actually think quite a lot about the house they'd be in. I love the idea of them building it from scratch, a big house with modern comforts but rustic, cosy, English country features, more horizontal than vertical (kind of farm/barn conversion vibes). In my mind, their house has lots of light, lots of beams and soft wood furnishings, and then a few quirky features and colours that are all Ginny's idea (Luna paints beautiful murals on each of the kids' walls). I imagine their house has lots of big windows with window seats so the adults can sit out and watch the kids play outside. I think the kitchen/dining room would be the heart of the house. Harry's doing the cooking, Ginny's writing at the table, kids are streaming in and out, it's just a real thoroughfare of teenagers and family friends and grandparents streaming through with the wireless on.

On marrying and having kids young:

I do really think Harry and Ginny got married early and had kids young. As I get older I only get more ok with that as a timescale for them. I think the intensity of their wartime experiences, their very involved role as godparents to Teddy (especially thinking maybe it might be nice for Teddy to have younger god-siblings), and their family reference points (both being from families where marrying young is quite normal, and where babies and toddlers are increasingly around a lot) are all factors that lend themselves to these two locking in in their early twenties. The pieces I love most on their marriage/babies etc are all ones that have a lot of humour and spontaneity and walk this gorgeous line between flippancy and total certainty - acesofdiamond's version of their wedding in Arran, Scotland, is canon to me, and also quickfire by flagpoles, on them having a shotgun wedding, is just so so so good and so them.

On Harry's career:

I think Ginny would understand why Harry chose the career he did, but I think it would be a source of tension for them. I'm thinking a lot about this at the minute for some writing (👀), but I think Harry as an adult would have to confront the fact that he intends to keep choosing to get back in the arena and fight Dark magic, this thing he does it to keep the people he loves safe but that also asks so much of the same loved ones who have to watch him do it. I think Ginny would try to push him to see that, but I don't think those would be easy conversations, and I do think it would be one of the things they argue most about on the occasions when they do, properly, fight. On the day to day, things they bicker over include: whose fault it is that the house is a mess (obviously it's both of them, plus the three messy children those two messy kids created); whose fault it is that the Potters are literally always late to everything (Harry blames Ginny, Ginny says the only reason he was ever on time before was because of Hermione, and he chose not to marry the punctual one so he just has to lump it); and Ginny losing her wand around the house/not keeping her wand on her (it takes Harry a long time to say it, but he's always just thinking of James on the sofa the night he died).

On Ginny's career:

I know this is a bit controversial, but I'm honestly happy with the idea of Ginny quitting playing professional Quidditch young. I think she quits after she has James, or maybe between Albus and Lily, so by the time she's about twenty four, twenty five. This is a bit of a soapbox one for me, and maybe one day I'll write about it in some form, but I think there's quite a lot to be said for freeing yourself from being accountable to career decisions and dreams you once had for yourself when you were seventeen, especially career plans that served as escape hatches from traumatic teen years (for the same reason, I like the idea of Ron quitting the Aurors after a few years). I think, as teenagers, we imagine futures for versions of ourselves we haven't met yet. Renegotiating your hopes and aspirations for yourself can be a real sign of growth; holding yourself hostage to who you thought you'd be can make you very miserable.

Relatedly, I do think Ginny in her mid-twenties might have a different relationship to her playing Quidditch than she has a teen. I think lot of her wanting to play professionally is about her having something to prove (I have also totally adopted the headcanon from this fantastic piece on Ginny wanting to be outdoors and in the air as a rejection of the chamber). It feels right to me that Ginny might reconsider her attitude to physical risk and injury by her mid-twenties, particularly if her children are watching her play an extremely dangerous sport week-in week out. I also think she might reconsider how much time she wants to spend away from her family. I wonder if Ginny would also develop a different relationship to the sport outside of a school context, especially the press scrutiny and the big business of sport on the outside. We know that when she quits playing, it's not the end of her professional life, and I think her writing about the sport, and being a voice in the culture of the sport but also in the Wizarding World at large, makes a ton of sense for her. But I think it's good to change jobs because what you want for yourself changes, and I really think it's not a feminist failing to want to spend time with your family and to look for jobs that are interesting and help give your life meaning but that also let you have a family life. It's boardroom girlboss neoliberal nonsense feminism that says wanting to spend time with your friends and family is less of a route to happiness than climbing up some horrendous hyper-individualist career ladder in pursuit of success (especially, in Ginny's case, in professional sport, where careers only ever end on a downturn).

Thank you anon for wanting to hear me bang on about all of this!

Fics mentioned here include:

dancing on to your heartbeat by aceofdiamonds - H/G wedding fic

quick-fire by flagpoles - H/G proposal and pregnancy fic

Little Sugar Men by dopeythedwarf - H/G, on Ginny and flying

#harry and ginny's house is a beautiful mess because so are its occupants #sorry for the soapbox but i will rant about ginny's career choices until the cows come home #hinny #headcanons #fic rec #thank you anon! #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #harry potter #meta

[fallenclan]

CrowBlizzard bi4bi

They’ve just got Those Vibes

(Is 🐄 taken?👀 I want to be Moo Anon)

#fallenasks #moo anon #i love that. big fan of cows personally #thank you hayden for the blank meme <3

[qqueenofhades]

Ask and ye shall receive - how about a prompt around spiced winter drinks? Dealers choice on the fandom, maybe Dreamling or the Ren/Grey/Vargo ot3?

It’s one of the bitterest nights of the dwindling year, the canals glazed with ice and the pale stone warrens of Nadežra filled with eerie curls of mist, and even the altans and altas most dedicated to nocturnal misbehavior are generally inside, bundled up by warm fires or tucked in warm beds, and while Vargo certainly doesn’t have a philosophical objection to either activity (indeed, far from it) it unfortunately happens that he has to fucking work. It seems impossible that the piles of paper on his desk should have sprung to twice their original height in the last three days since he looked at them, but that’s the thing about political independence; it’s decidedly a double-edged sword. On the one hand, you get to arrange your own affairs. On the other, you… have to arrange your own affairs, and since Seterin has sat up and taken sharp notice of all these Vraszenians suddenly running around and exulting in their freedom, it heralds other possible conflicts down the line. That, Vargo supposes, is where sleeping with not just one but two legendary outlaws is likely to come in useful. If nothing else, they do have practice at this sort of thing.

A reluctant smile twitches his lip as he dips his pen and reaches unhappily for the first stack of correspondence. He misses Alsius – well, he always misses Alsius, but more than usual, who would absolutely love the boring nuts and bolts of this stuff, whereas it makes Vargo want to put his own eyes out with a hot stick. He scribbles and mutters and adds up figures, makes note of new requisitions and trade tariffs, ordinances of the freshly expanded Septerat; he doesn’t like it, but of course he didn’t rise to his original position by accident. The candles gutter low into waxy gremlins, and he thinks about drawing a numismata to keep them up, but that would suggest he will in fact be stuck here all night, and that’s a little too depressing to think about. Somebody’s got to do the ordinary grunt work while his dearly beloveds are running around the city in their silly costumes, but by the Lumen, why does it have to be him?

Just then, as he’s massaging the ache in his hand and thinking of some really good curses, Vargo smells a wisp of cinnamon, hears the faint creak of the floor, and turns halfway around, just as Ren leans down and presses a kiss into the side of his head. Voice rich and low with promise, she remarks, “Grey and I both perhaps feel we are being neglected.”

“This is your fault, you know,” Vargo grumbles, without heat. “Making me be the respectable one. And can’t you two entertain each other?”

Ren gives him another slightly wicked smile. “It’s more fun with you.”

Yes, Vargo agrees, it is at that. He vainly attempts to pretend that he will be doing paperwork for a few more moments – then, at Ren’s insistent tug, gets to his feet and lets her lead him down the hall, toward his private quarters at the back of the villa. Halfway there, a terrible thought occurs to him, and he stops short. “Is Arkady here?”

Ren bites a smirk. “She’s asleep. Upstairs. Even formidable knot bosses have to get their beauty sleep.”

“I very much doubt that,” Vargo mutters, since it seems unlikely that the newly-minted Alta Arkady Bones Vargonis has ever thought about beauty sleep in any capacity. But he’s glad to hear that she’s out of the way, after one too many moments when she nearly caught the three of them in flagrante delicto, and if Arkady knows a juicy secret like that, there’s no chance she’ll keep her trap shut instead of gleefully spilling it, if nothing else to see him squirm. It turns out, Vargo reflects sourly, that even without blood relation, his adopted daughter is very much like him in the hellraising department. In fact, far too much so. After all for the Nadežrans, blood is incidental, and secondary to whether an individual is inscribed in the family register. Arkady is, and that makes her as much his own, heir to his means and methods and moods, as if he did sire her in the ordinary fashion. Ažerais help them all.

He feels a sudden warmth on his face as they step into the lowlit sitting room, and gratefully spots the fire – which Grey Serrado is presently stoking, on his knees before the grate like a common scullion, which is possibly one of the less glamorous tasks ever asked of the great Rook. Still, it gives Vargo a certain glow, an inner warmth not just from the fire, and he strides inside. “Well, you two degenerates got my attention. What is it?”

Grey gets to his feet, brushing the soot off, and gives Vargo a ferocious stare that silently remarks he has the hells of a lot of nerve calling anyone else a degenerate. Still, he shrugs, crosses the carpet, and brushes the ghost of a kiss against Vargo’s cheek, while Ren cheerily shoves him onto the settee. Vargo is opening his mouth to ask what exactly they are intending to do to him, now that they’ve lured him here by bribes and trickery, but Grey forces a cup of hot spiced wine into his hand, and Vargo blinks at it. “Ah. What’s this?”

“Drink it,” Grey orders him, with the steely tones of the former Vigil captain, and Vargo fights a traitorous urge to salute. “You’ve been working too hard.”

“I thought you two were going to – ”

“Maybe later.” Ren perches on his other side and gives him another smile – still tinged with dark and wicked promise, the Rose’s thorns, but wistful as well, softer, and just wanting the three of them to have this quiet moment together in the cold winter night. “Drink.”

Far be it from him to refuse an order from Alta Renata and Grey Serrado at once, Vargo thinks, even without their alter egos. And is that not the reason for all the trouble he’s gotten himself into, either in past, present, or future? But there is nothing else he would rather do, and no one else he would rather be with, in all this city of Faces and Masks. He lifts the cup, grins into the brim with a tenderness that seems impossible for his heart to bear, and drinks.

#anonymous #ask #rook and rose #ren x grey x vargo #winter prompts #THANK YOU FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY ANON #blessings on your house and cow etc

[melisssg99]

You identify as a cow animal?

On all levels except physical,

I am a cute cow with pink bows 🤣🩷

#thank you for your ask! #ask #anon ask #cute #cottagecore #farmcore #cute cow #cute animals #i feel like this was meant as an insult but these days people are “identifying” as weirder shit so whatever 😂🩷

[hella1975]

IM ONE OF YOUR MUTUALS I HOPE YOU RECOGNIZE MY WAY OF TEXT CUZ I WANNA SHARE W YOU HOW TAMS URSA/ZUKO MAKES ME FEEL WITHOUT PUBLICLY EMBARRASSINGLY TALKING ABT MY LIFE. LMAO. BUT ALSO UGHHHH IS THIS PARASOCIAL??? let me know I will back the fuck off. anyways. idk if you have plans to mention Ursa more for tams but like the stuff that was done will HAUNT ME. Like, azulas reactions to her mother remind me of my sibling and zuko was me, sibling was so angry with my mother for what she did to us and their fights got nasty and I guess I reacted like. a child. Idk how else to say it I think I was just a child with a sibling I wanted close even though we'd fight just as bad and a mother I wanted to take care of me. Instead I took care of my mother a lot, it often came to me to convince her to leave her bed. When ursa asked zuko to her room /"my precious boy" scene, I... SOBBED, because my mother did that to me and zukos joy and shyness was literally me. Like my mother's good days were incredibly incredibly few and far between and they were fickle but I always remembered them specifically, I would get giddy with her and it'd feel like change and when it wasn't I became depressed. My sibling became more angry and distrustful from them, they were much smarter like azula while my high hopes kept crashing. I just really want to say that because I resonate SO DEEPLY, with tams ursas story actually soooo so acutely and the only way I can really say that is by explaining how real they feel to me. I left stuff out cuz uhhhhhh this is already really intimate and I feel bad I'm doing this as anon JJDNWKE 😭 SORRYYYYY SORRY. I love tams and actually for real that ursa shits stuck with me ever since I read it <3 im haunted. thank you

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME AND NOT TELL ME WHICH MUTUAL YOU ARE YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT BY THE LAWS OF MUTUALSHIP YOU COULD LITERALLY UNLOAD YOUR ENTIRE LIFE STORY AND ID BE NODDING ALONG ENRAPTURED HELLO

'idk if you have plans to mention Ursa more for tams' she is literally one of the main characters imo like the impact she has on zuko and azula is topped only by the impact they have on each other. i consciously write the fire sibs around the images of themselves they have in their head CREATED BY URSA. azula sees herself as cold, calculated and inhumane and her entire arc sees her grappling with that image; all things ursa viewed her as. zuko sees himself as the protector to honour his mother's last words to him, but he's haunted by the gentle, scared boy his mother loved so much. it literally punctuates their entire character arcs and becomes huge as tams goes on. reading your ask is just so heartaching, because it really is so so similar to tams (and that's actually going to increase as we go so be wary of that). no child should have the world dumped on their shoulders even by hands trying very hard to be gentle. i hope you can acknowledge that you were a child and your behaviour would have reflected that. if not, at the very least i hope you find ways to make sense of it as tams goes on x

#thank you for this ask <3 it's not too intimate or parasocial dw it's very touching to hear as a writer that i've impacted someone #especially when i write about things that i resonate with emotionally but personally haven't actually experienced #like it's sort of like getting a good grade in writing lol like 'well done you wrote this to feel real despite only being an observer' #so yeah please please dw and if you want to come off anon u know id talk about any facet of tams until the two-headed cows come home ;) #ask #tams asks

[planetbeanie]

Hi!!! I genuinely adore your blog since i love these little stuffed blorbos so much

My birthday is on December 29! What kind of beanie shares a birthday with me?

Thank you!

You share a birthday with Angus the Cow!

#angus the cow #December 29th #upcoming birthday #I still don’t understand what a blorbo is but thank you anon 😭💕 #beanie babies #beanie baby #ty beanie babies #stuffed animals #kidcore #toywave #nostalgia #90s toys #stuffies #y2k

[ask-team-donum]

What are your thoughts on doing like roleplay Comics like if somebody else's OC wanted to say hello from Another Universe

Hello Anon!! Most of these questions are answered here, but as a quick summary!!

Asking is the result of strong magic opening up parallel universes/dimensions. It is rare (to the characters), but usually only occurs if a character is wearing a team badge (which has lots of magic stored up in it), or is super magical themself.

So my thoughts are yippee!! Go for it! It's very fun to roleplay (just make sure your character says more than just "hi" to keep things interesting >:3)

Since you sent this before asks closed, you have my permission to send an ask to Phoeb or Scout if you want :] <333

#cow talks #anonymous asks ✨️ #thank you for the ask anon!! I hope you have a wonderful day <333 #not comic

[daydadahlias]

I saw the same little cow on insta this morning that Angie did and I thought “I have to show Jess!” before I saw Angie already did. 😄 But, if you want more cows, check instacowgram07

i would just like to point out that i have successfully pavlov'd all of you guys into thinking of me when you see little cows so haha i am an evil genius and everything went according to plan

#pigeon #anon #thank you for thinking of me #i did go check out this insta account <33 #also damn u angie how dare u win this race #idk why i giggled so hard at that #:) #y'all some suckers #think of me every time u see cows HAHA! #u r my minions.

[lightwood-carstairs]

You little bitch. Stfu I saw the posts in which you shared hate about julian. We all know you'd be banned by now if it were another character. BUT NOOOO nobody be protecting julian and so you say all that bs. I hope you have a great time in hell. Actually, on a second thought, I hope you suffer for enternity. Even that is not enough for y'all filth bags. This is for every julian hater in existence not just you. Sending pain ❤️

✨Fuck Julian Atticus Blackthorn✨

Oh and it's E T E R N I T Y I see you can't spell

#this may be my very first serious anon hate thanks anonymous pain in the ass #come off anon let's have a fight where i tie u up and tell u why i hate julian in painful detail and u have to listen. verbally #oh and don't forget to take ur daily fuck julian pill #fuck Julian Atticus Blackthorn for using Magnus only when he needs and not caring about anything else #fuck Julian Atticus Blackthorn for not caring period #anti julian blackthorn #bro doesn't even care about his own family damn #ill never pass up an opportunity to diss that little shit #also theres this thing called a tagging system on tumblr where you block the tags you dont wanna see posts about #all my anti julian posts are tagged so have fun navigating that im sure youll get there. someday #love from an avid Julian Hater #my heart is filled with hate and your cute little curses aint gonna change that babes change your approach #sorry im late i rarely check my inbox xoxo #also theres a saying in my language 'the cow won't die just coz the vulture cursed it' pretty self explanatory methinks #anon hate tw

[widevibratobitch]

Blorbo bingo: Lt. Little!

kissing him (very gently!) on the forehead

#*the soup is NOT to be made of dundy (or any other human for that matter) #i love him. btw. if you even care. #i rarely want my favourite characters to be happy but this guy seriously needs a break #like fr. please. let him rest. #we are both divorce children yet the shit he has to go through with crozier and fitzjimbles puts the fear of god in me #but also lol&lmao sorry but yeah you're getting more emails sweetie sjdgsjsb just for funsies #hate when men have big beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow. stfu (dont stfu. ily.) #edward little #ask game #thanks mysterious anon! mwah

[anyasathenaeum]

Your writing is so good, I strive to write like you someday!

🦤 anon

THIS IS SO SWEET OF YOU (is that a Dodo? I think its a Dodo, right??) ANON!!!

Omfg this made my day, thank you for saying that, it’s extremely sweet and kind of you. 🥹🥹🥹

I’m sure you’re an amazing writer already, friend - just keep writing! Keep going, and even when you think your stuff isn’t good, I assure you, it’s good! (We’re absolutely our own harshest critics). ❤️💖🩷

BRB gonna go cry in a corner I’m so touched thank you Dodo Anon (please correct me if I’m wrong about the animal)

#anya's athenaeum #answered #anya’s anons #dodo Anon #anya’s musings #I’m so touched holy cow #like I’m actually gonna sob in a corner this is so sweet what the hell #you give me strength to continue #❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖 #literally love you so much for this #thank you for believing in me

[janebonbon]

Sorry if this an intrusive question, i think I remember a post of yours that was about nova's past with some of the lyrics to Waltz in E-Major, Op. 15 Moon Waltz in it. But i can't find the post, i wanted to find it because it always gave me inspiration to draw. Again, sorry if this is intrusive or too personal

Oh my god. I'm so sporadic about checking social media, I never saw this. Word! I think we may have privated it on our secondary Tumblr? Trying to do so much spring cleaning, y'know? Anyhow, I didn't know anybody out there would even notice, haha! Here you go, we keep all our art files pal, so no worries! Art is under the cut, Blood/Death TW, all that good shit n whateva. Hope you're doing great wherever you are in the void there, anon!

#Maybe I can con Nova into remaking this sometime #idk how thrilled he'll be for me to ask but I will live #Thank you again anon! Here's your food! Eat up! Good soup! #I'm over here clanging a tin dish and a wooden spoon like I'm calling the damn cows home #mari post

[mmmairon]

milkmaid diluc anon here (this is not the legacy I wanted nor expected but OH WELL!) if u want me to fistfight that anon LEMME AT EM

I don't get why people feel the need to be so entitled on the internet tbh :// like it's THEIR individual experience on the internet so they're supposed to curate it yourself, and if they don't like something then it's literally so easy to block or mute and scroll away. you keep doing you, ms. kaela! we got your back (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

also ALSO work was tiring but rewarding! I hope you and your cows are also doing well ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

thank you legendary milkmaid diluc anon <3

it just strikes me as so odd that they must have went out of their way to come to tumblr FROM twitter because you can’t see my followers here. this is not my main blog. so that anon had to come to tumblr, the only major social app that has anonymous messages, to tell me this. weird. should have just said it to my face without hiding behind anon lol

#u are so sweet ty for reaching out #the cows have been good this week #compared to last week 🗿 #TW animal injury/death >>> #last weekend someone shot one of my cows in the head #it was either a hunter or someone looking for easy food #but they shot her at the front of her skull so it didn’t get past her bone thank god #she’s fine #probably just has a horrible headache and i’ll treat her the best i can #2nd time this has happened #and one of my bred heifers #her name was Juliet … i loved her so much but she suddenly died last weekend too #maybe an embolism.. stroke #i’ll never know but i miss her a lot and i wish she had more life to live #anyway this got deep for a simple “how are ur cows” i’m so sorry about that #but thank you so much asking #and i hope work continues to treat you kindly #asks #anon #milkmaid diluc anon #not art

[petrifiedforests]

I don't think we have any overlapping fandoms so I kept this general enough to apply your own characters, hope it sparks some inspiration! this is for the ask game where I write the first sentence(...s) and you write the next five :)

It was silly really, to be this nervous about opening a door. Although, to be fair it wasn't the door itself making him nervous so much as the inevitable and irreversible change that would come out of it. Taking one last breath to calm his nerves, he turned the handle and pushed.

It was silly really, to be this nervous about opening a door. Although, to be fair it wasn't the door itself making him nervous so much as the inevitable and irreversible change that would come out of it. Taking one last breath to calm his nerves, he lifted his hand and it hissed open.

All eyes turned to him immediately and the weight of the stares almost made him take a step back before he straightened up again.

There was nothing to be done about it now, orders were orders and the sergeant had sent him ahead.

Putting on a weak smile he rallied:"I'm Hics, the sergeant told me to bunk here."

In the silence the humming of ship engines felt like the endless crashing of waves again.

One of the vode finally stood up, grasped his hand and welcomed him to resh squad, eyes sad but smile fixed in place.

#tcw #original clone troopers #Clone Trooper Hics #petrifiedforests writes #5 sentence fics #holy cow anon those are lovely sentences #thank you!

[cowcowwow]

what does itean when you tag a post "gray?" Also may I add that the way you talk is so cool and I love how you say "ye"!!!

Gray is the name of one of my friends!! :D I tag posts with gray either when it reminds me of them or I think they'd like it and I want to show it to them :] /gen /pos

AND AWH THANK YEE SO MUCH AH 💖❣️🥺💕/gen /pos

I like typin' in a way that it reads like how I talk in real life!! :D Tis why I often abriviate the -ing endings on words to "in'" cause I often don't pronounce the full ing sound fgdb /pos /gen

#anonymous asks #MY ANONS ARE SO SWEET AND KIND /gen /pos #anon I am giving you a cookie you're so kind <333 #/gen /pos #ALSO ALSO #while I've always said/typed ye I started doing it more recently because of Pixel's fanfiction Across the Seven Seas!!! /pos #Across the Seven Seas my beloved <3 #OH ALSO OWL OWL LOOK!!! #WE WERE JUST TALKIN ABOUT ME SAYING YE!!! /POS #:DD #this ask made me happyyy <333 thank ye again anon 💕💕💖 #cow talks