You know, when somebody has a magnificent head of hair – that, honestly, when I was nineteen I would have loved to have had - and they shave it all off… I feel that somehow they’re kind of infringing on my territory. [x]
These were some fosters from two years ago. Acorn, Butternut, Zucchini and Squash was right in the middle. I fed them, put them down in a bin while I went to get a camera, and when I returned they had turned themselves into a credible triforce. I miss them. :3
Once upon a time there was a Space Outlaw who fell in love with the Space King’s daughter. They both agreed they were meant to be together. The princess decided to run away with him, and they planned to meet at their favorite meadow before they escaped. But it was a trap.