no feather actually looks like that

Reblog with your pets' favourite toys!

Maya loves plushies but destroys them after a while. She had a giant plush monkey that she took everywhere with her. That monkey is currently shredded all over the backyard. RIP monkey. She’s also great at fetch!

 Pazelle loves cat flirt poles and Lestat’s refillable catnip mouse. He also has a purple loofa plush that he likes to chew on because it’s textured. I recently bought him a plush dragon squeaker for his crate- not sure how he feels about it just yet. 

 Lestat’s favourite toy is that same catnip mouse (which he will also play fetch with), but Pazelle steals it when he isn’t looking. He will also play with any plushie or ball that is offered to him and has a particular fascination with feathers. 

 Marley doesn’t play with toys but he likes to steal and hoard panties and socks behind his bed and when he is actually playful, he like to run around with them and throw them up in the air. 

winged sentence starters
  1. “Can you stop shedding feathers in the shower? Or at least clean them up afterwards?”
  2. “Sorry about my cat. she/he really, really likes feathery things.”
  3. “Hold on, your feathers are looking a bit disheveled. Want me to straighten them out for you?”
  4. “Can you actually… use those things?”
  5. “Oh my god. You have wings.”
  6. “How is this even possible?”
  7. “Hey, what’s up with your back? You look like a professional olympic swimmer on steroids.”
  8. “You flew for six hours? Come here, you’re getting a back rub.” 
  9. “Did someone try and pluck a feather again? Are they dead?”
  10. “What on earth happened to you? Have your wings been trimmed? Wh- are you ok?!”
  11. “…Where are your wings? What happened to you?”
  12. “So, like… do you just cut holes in your clothes and stuff?”
  13. “Underwear must be confusing.”
  14. “Look. I know you want to cuddle, but ten seconds after you fall asleep you roll away and I get a mouthful of feathers. Clean your primaries or stay still!”

Chupacabra (at the least the Puerto Rican version) is described as reptilian in appearance, with scaly or leathery skin, black or glowing red eyes, mostly bipedal, with a row of quills on its back
Related sightings mention feathers or wings
It’s not a naked coyote we have on our hands
Open ur eyes people

U KNOW WHAT I LOVE A LOT IS FEather dusters. feather dusters are good and aesthetic in a way and nicely subtly kinky and they incorporate the dust allergy into it and i love dust too and im sorry i just got passionate about feather dusters but mmmmmm feather dusters

“You’re Such a Mess” (part 2)

Just like the Zelda franchise, I too wait forever before adding dialogue.

Part 1 here

shit this was supposed to only be two parts but i’ve never really done a comic before so i don’t know how many pages this is actually gonna be

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Each pic has a caption!

A more in depth Post-Trespasser/game outfit chart for Feyrien. Tried to age him up a little since he’d be in his early 40′s by that time (or I assume so in DA4 lol). He kept the Inquisition under the Chantry as a peacekeeping force, so I merged the two styles together.

Some believe Feyrien’s eye going blind after the Mark’s removal is more symbolic and spiritual than it actually is. He just thinks it’s painfully ironic.

I’ve been looking at a lot of kid fortress art (esp from @kidsfortress <3) and I wanted to draw some little seeker! She was a bubbly ray of sunshine.

Early apologies to anyone who follows me who actually reads my shit
I beg you not to judge me okay I’m still questioning and exploring this new thing I have discovered-

So I’ve noticed there’s lots of monster boy/human girl or monster girl/human boy in the teratophilia tag but?? Where’s my human boy/monster boy?? Human girl/monster girl??

A 10'0 tall monster with scales and horns and curved claws wrapped around his 5'8 tall human with freckles and soft spiky hair and a cocky grin because hey, look, my true love is this huge, terrifying monster who’s actually a marshmallow.

A 9'8 tall demon with feathers and spikes and long teeth carrying her 5'4 blonde, chubby and angelic girlfriend on her shoulder with a proud look because she has the best human who loves her even though she’s non-human and her human is just as proud because her monster is so sweet and kind and shy around her.

Like where are my gay monsters guys-

Reversed- Chapter 2

Well, this has been in very high demand so me and @alexfierrno have delivered and presented you with chapter two of our Demon/Angel AU, Reversed!!!!! Again, Alex wrote the Nico parts and I wrote the Will parts!!! I hope y’all enjoy!!!!!!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3


~Will~

“Who are you?” one of the angels demands. He is…. different from the others. Like a smudge on their perfect world. He’s dark and his wings look menacing with their raven feathers, but there’s something else about him that I can’t place my finger on. I put on a smirk, trying my best to actually seem like a demon.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” The boy looks like he’s about to say something, then thinks better of it. He turns to the blonde haired angel beside him. She clears her throat. 

“We heard that you have information for us. Where is the angel Piper?”

“Downstairs. In your basement.” 

“We know that but Hell is a big place we want a specific location–”

“It’s not just a place I can give you a map to. I don’t even have a map of Hell. But I can lead you to her.”

“Really? And why should we trust you?” The boy with black hair narrows his eyes at me and I smile, looking back at him daringly, challenging him. 

“Because I’m your only hope, and you know it.” The girl looks at me disapprovingly, but nods her head. 

“Alright then. Lock him up.” 

“Wait what?” I say as two angels grab my arms. I try to twist out of their grip, but they won’t let me. They drag me away, the boy with the raven wings following behind. They throw me into a cell, and walk away, the boy leaning himself against the wall, watching me. I jump up, planning on getting to the bars, hoping that I have enough strength to break them, when something catches me. I fall to the floor. 

“Wha–”

“Devil’s trap,” the boy says. I look up to see the symbols painted on the ceiling. “You aren’t getting out unless we want you to.” I slump down on the floor. 

“Who are you anyway?” I ask, looking like I’m inspecting my nails but watching him out of the corner of my eye.

“One of the angels,” he says simply. Something in his eyes though…. it puts me off. 

“I mean what’s your name?” I say again.

“What’s your name?” he backfires. 

“Why do you care? At the end of the day I’m still just demon scum.”

“Then why do you care about some angel?”

“I don’t.”

“Well then shut up.” Silence. 

“Why am I in a cage?” I ask, throwing a rock at the bars. The boy cringes. 

“Because you are a possible threat to us.”

“How am I a threat?” I say, batting my eyelashes innocently.

“Stupid demons,” he mutters. 

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” 

“You better shut up right now.”

“Aww but we aren’t even properly acquainted.” He takes a deep breath, clenching his fists. 

“Do you want my name? Fine. You can call me Nico.” Something about the name itchs at my brain, but I can’t quite figure out why. 

“Will,” I say with a bow. Nico rolls his eyes. 

“Please just shut up.”

“Gladly. If I can get out of this cage.”

“You will shut up unless you want to be dead.” I giggle. 

“You can’t kill me. I’m your only ally.”

“Try me.”

“Okay.” I throw a rock at his boot. He acts like nothing happened. I do it again. Still nothing. And again…..

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” 

“Being annoying.”

“Honey I’m a demon. My whole being is annoying.” He blushes a little. 

“You better stop before I get Annabeth in here, and trust me, you do not want Annabeth in here.” I throw another rock. 

“I swear to god Will–”

“Nicholas,” somebody says from behind him. It’s the other angel from earlier. Alarms ring in my ears as I hear his full name. Now I remember where I recognized him from. I smirk.

“Zeus wants to speak to you…. And the prisoner.”

“Oh so now I’m a prisoner? I thought I was an ally,” I say. The girl looks menacingly at me. 

“We’ll be right there.”


~Nico~

Will looked nothing like a demon. Blond hair? Blue eyes like the sea? Less of a demon and looked like a kid dressed up like one. But had failed majorly. What did he think he was doing? What was Will doing above Hell anyways? It was just Nico’s luck he was, that he just HAPPENED to be out and about. It was probably a trap. Maybe he was stronger than he looked. In fact Nico was sure he was, he looked too good to be a demon, he looked too human. He must be incredible powerful to first off LEAVE Hell, and second off glamour himself so much. 

Besides…. His personality. He seemed demon enough. But, if we were bringing him to Zeus…. Maybe he could figure something out. Maybe the head man would know more. 

“What’s your name?” Zeus asked, stepping off his matching marble throne. 

“Will- Er. William Solace.” Solace? Sun? You gotta be kidding me. 

“Right… Mortal-turned, right?" 

"Ye-yeah sir." 

"What do you know, about the disappearance of the angel Piper McLean?" 

"Well Hades took her. And now he has her in a cage… And is probably ripping out her feathers.” Nico turned to look at the prince, who was currently clenching his fists tightly. 

“We have to go for her, right now. I’ll gather an army.” Jason said. 

“We can’t just go storming into Hell, we need a plan.” Annabeth turned her attention towards Will. 

“We need information." 

"Hey missyy—” Will looked nervously. 

“Solace,” She walked towards him, pulled out a blade, curved, runed, she placed it along his neck, 

“What do you know?" 

"Look. I’m only talking to him.” He turned his head, close to cutting those perfect locks on the braid, and pointed to Nico. 

“Wait what?" 

"You’re the heir to Hell, right? Maybe you’ll understand.” Will said. Annabeth and Jason turned to Zeus, while Nico still was staring at the demon. 

“Let him talk to Di Angelo, dismissed.” Zeus said boredly, heading back to his throne. Jason proceeded to shove Will towards Nico, who instinctively caught him, then let go. 

“Thanks.” Will grumbled, dusting himself off. Nico raised an eyebrow, and then walked out of throne room, demon in tow. 

“What were you doing out of Hell?" 

"What?" 

"I said what were you doing out of Hell?" 

"For angels, you’re not very nice.” Nico shifted uncomfortably, sighing.

“I’m not gonna ask again. Either you tell me or I’m going to put you in that cage again." 

"I was looking for you." 

"Who sent you? Thanatos?" 

"Hades sent me. He thought I would blend in you know?" 

"Why do you look like that anyways? You’re eyes aren’t black." 

"Hey. I’m supposed to be getting you out of here, so stop with the questions." 

"Wait what!?!” Nico’s breath caught, gaping. 

“Just play along and we’ll get out of here.”


Next chapter

anonymous-bush  asked:

Wing AU? Saru with dark, slim, beautiful wings. The Kings have the biggest, strongest wings. I imagine Munakata with dark wings with blue flame coming from the edges, and Mikoto has wings of fire. Nagare's wings are white, like Anna's, but they crackle with green electricity. Yata's wings look like bright orange fire and he loves to wrap Fushimi up in them~ Thoughts?

I’m imagining that say in this AU everyone is born with small white wings that then grow into something else as they get older and people are judged on the quality and size of their wings, like the most successful and talented people tend to have really huge wing spans and super impressive wings – and only those with larger wings can actually fly too so there’s like this unspoken caste system that tends to look down more on people whose wings are considered too small or deformed somehow. Niki probably has these terrible hellfire wings, all red feathers tinged in black and the feathers are really jagged and sharp looking but even so he can fly a little with them. When Fushimi’s little Niki plucks a bunch of feathers from his little baby white wings, leaving a bunch of bald spots where the feathers haven’t grown back, and due to the combination of stress and neglect some of Fushimi’s other feathers fall out entirely. By the time he reaches middle school his ‘true’ wings have started to come in but it’s no comfort, his wings are this really dark murky black (and having black wings is considered a bad sign, like if your pure white wings have gone black there must be something wrong with you) and there are spots where the feathers are mottled in white or red, places where his feathers originally fell out. His feathers are a mess too, all different sizes and angles and his wings are far too slim to allow him to fly. Fushimi pretty much doesn’t give a shit though because of course his wings would be the kind that he couldn’t fly with and anyway he’s not like all those other idiots walking around trying to show their wings off or brag about their wingspan.

That’s when he meets Yata, who has these red and orange wings that look like a fire, but they’re really fluffy and the feathers are soft. Yata can’t quite fly with them but when he’s on his skateboard if he extends them behind him he feels like he’s flying anyway (oh oh imagine the scene from LSW with Fushimi, Yata and Aya on the bike, Yata’s got his wings out and they’re like stretching on either side of Fushimi so it feels like he’s in a tunnel of flames but he’s not scared at all, and behind Fushimi there’s Aya with her slim pink swan-like wings outstretched and then Fushimi unconsciously starts to stretch his too, the wings he always keeps hunched close and never spreads fully and for the first time in his life he really feels like he’s flying, there on the back on Yata’s bike). Yata’s the first person who thinks Fushimi’s wings are really cool, like look at how sleek they are and the black is so striking and the feathers feel super smooth, Yata loves running his fingers through Fushimi’s wings. Fushimi acts like he doesn’t care what Yata thinks of his wings but it always makes his breath catch a little, when Yata tells him how amazing his wings are. When the two of them move in together sometimes they lie side by side on Yata’s bunk discussing their plans for all the great things they’re going to do and Yata wraps his wings around Fushimi so that it feels like they’re living in this small cozy world, just the two of them, and sometimes Fushimi’s wings stretch just a bit to touch Yata’s, connecting just a little bit.

So then the surprise party incident happens and that’s when they meet Mikoto who has the biggest wings Yata and Fushimi have ever seen, these huge red ones with real fire blossoming along the edges and when Mikoto uses his Red King powers to the full extent his wings burst entirely into flame and it’s like a fireball. The rest of Homra have wings that are touched by fire in some way too – maybe people don’t just have feathered wings in this AU too, imagine Totsuka with wings that look like they belong to one of his flame butterflies (Anna’s ‘true’ wings are just coming in, downy white mixed with hints of red, and when she awakens as King all the white feathers fall to the ground like rain as she extends her red burning wings wide, a wingspan even greater than Mikoto’s, a phoenix rising). Fushimi’s actually afraid of Mikoto’s wings especially, like he can’t help but flinch every time Mikoto opens his wings fully. He’s also secretly jealous because Yata is so impressed that Mikoto-san can fly, and of course Fushimi knows that he’ll never be able to match that.

Then Fushimi meets Munakata and Munakata’s the only one he’s seen whose wings can rival Mikoto’s except Munakata’s are these sleek cobalt blue ones, growing brighter around the edges, just this amazing gradient of blue upon blue and Munakata loves to spread them wide whenever he’s making grand pronouncements. When he’s not trying to be impressive though Munakata keeps his wings neatly folded and sometimes they almost look like part of his uniform. Fushimi can’t help but feel drawn to those wings somehow and when Munakata tries to recruit him maybe instead of Fushimi’s leg moving unconsciously to Munakata’s side one wing opens on that side instead. Fushimi breaks things off like in canon, burning his tattoo and all, but maybe after he and Yata part he spots a fallen feather from Yata’s wings and ends up keeping it despite himself. Meanwhile Yata goes to pack up their old apartment and he finds one of Fushimi’s feathers. He wants to burn it into nothing but he can’t bring himself to do it, keeping it with him like tucked in his hat somehow and maybe it was one of those mottled feathers, black and red, and the whole time Fushimi thinks Yata’s been keeping one of Mikoto’s feathers when it’s actually his.

Then jungle, imagine Hisui’s wings aren’t real ones at all but these giant electricity ones that the Slate kinda made for him because when Hisui 'died’ his real wings hadn’t come in yet and being technically dead he couldn’t grow his real ones anymore. But the desire for them is there and the shape remains rooted in Hisui’s soul, how they should look, and the Slate answers that desire by giving him a mock version of what he should have. When the undercover mission happens Fushimi and Munakata fight and maybe Munakata makes a comment about Fushimi’s wings, the black color and how they’re so small and thin and useless, he’ll never fly with them and they’re really almost malformed in a way, just like Fushimi’s own twisted loyalties. Fushimi tries not to take that to heart but of course he does, even as he intends to carry out Munakata’s plan to the end.

Yata of course shows up to save Fushimi and when they escape Yata’s having trouble keeping ahead of Sukuna, like he’s on his skateboard with Fushimi on his back and Sukuna’s so close to catching up, and there are holes in the floor that Yata’s worried he won’t be able to skateboard over. Yata finally yells at Fushimi that they need to fly, Fushimi clicks his tongue because neither one of them can fly, idiot, and Yata’s just like shut up, I can’t fly on my own but if you’re with me we can definitely do it. They reach like this giant gap in the floor and Yata stretches his wings out, speeding up, determined to fly over it and save Fushimi. Fushimi stares at Yata in surprise and he finds his own wings stretching out too, all the way, the two of them flapping in unison as they just soar over the gap, completely airborne and in control and breathless for just a moment. Afterward Fushimi tries to act like it was nothing but Yata’s not giving up that easily, saying this is why he’s not letting Fushimi push him away again – sure they aren’t Kings and they can’t fly alone, but that’s why they’re supposed to be together because the only way Yata can soar is if Fushimi’s by his side.

Pairing: Flintwood

Prompt: love letters

Can be found: here as part of my 36 hours AU challenge 

Author’s rambles: why do I write these horrible things?


Oliver doesn’t mean to discover it.

Stubby fingers drum quickly on Oliver’s desk. An equally stubby hand snatches his latest diagram from out his quill and he doesn’t raise his hand soon enough for a sharp black line not to pass through what he’s pretty sure would have been Katie Bell’s head had Oliver had any actual skills.

He doesn’t. Maybe-Katie-Bell’s head is a stick just like everything else of Maybe-Katie-Bell’s is but Oliver doesn’t mind. He wants his strategy back.

Professor Flitwick doesn’t look like he’s going to return it.

“Do you know what we’re working on today, Mister Wood?” he asks and he doesn’t expect an answer but “Feather-Light Charms, Professor,” Oliver says promptly.

He knows this one. It does wonders for the heavy parts of his uniform.

Flitwick seems pleased by this unexpected proof of attention for barely a fraction of a second. It disappears quickly under the same persistent scowl of aggravation.

“Feather-Light Charms performed on beings, yes. Cats, to be exact.” The Professor clucks his tongue as if bewildered. “Could you tell me where your cat is, Mister Wood?”

Not on his desk, certainly, and Oliver hastily pastes on a winning smile.

“Best not to wonder about it too much, Professor,” he says, then lowers his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Something could happen to it if you go on asking that left and right. You know what they say.”

Maybe, had this been a first time – or third or even fifth – offence, Flitwick would have laughed. Now, he looks like he cares less what they say by the minute and Oliver sags. He can already hear McGonagall tearing into him.

“Detention, Mister Wood,” and Flitwick summons another one of the many cats in the classroom that lands hissing on Oliver’s desk. It seems even less impressed by its treatment when Oliver flicks his wand, charming it lighter than dust. Just for the kicks of it, he flicks the wand again, making the cat sway gently in a breeze. It spits and hisses furiously. Oliver understands it on a spiritual level.

“Well.” Professor Flitwick shakes his head resignedly. “I suppose I could avoid sharing this with Professor McGonagall this time since you seem to be able to do the work. Just joint down the hour of detention, Mister Wood. We wouldn’t want you to forget yet again, would we?”

Oliver is not exactly sorry - the time he should have spent with Filch had made for an exceptionally good practice session. Nevertheless, he fishes inside his bag for a new scroll of parchment but all he seems to find is Snape’s permission note, folded and refolded and spattered with what he’s pretty sure is Flint’s blood. He takes it out and scribbles the time and place on it.

“I’ll check,” Flitwick says drily. “We wouldn’t want to miscomprehend like that other time, would we?”

He just glances at the piece of paper. Then squeaks.

Oliver wasn’t aware there was anything to discover.

All of them are like that. All. Of. Them. Even the Slytherin practice plan Flint handed him back in fourth year. Even the pathetic “I’m sorry for breaking bones from your body,” letters their third year Defence Professor made Flint send.

Oliver hadn’t known Flint was so good at Charms. Oliver hadn’t known Flint was good at anything other than Quidditch. He hadn’t been aware he’d been hoarding all those notes, either.

“Hatred,” he tells Percy.

“Delusion,” Percy tells him.

When Marcus finds himself swiftly dragged into a broom cupboard, he doesn’t expect to find Oliver Wood in front of him, holding a piece of paper like a shield.

“You’re cute. Let’s fuck,” it’s not exactly what he expects to come out of his mouth either.

“Flint,” Wood says shaking one of the notes Marcus has been charming for years under his nose. “What the fuck is this?”

Marcus swallows hard. “An offer?” he answers blandly.

“Still open?” and a nervous lip bite is not how he thought this would go but he doesn’t complain too much.

“Do you even comprehend how much detention you got me?” Oliver asks later.

Weird Ne Thoughts

For non-Ne users, a collection of thoughts that describe what it’s like inside a high Ne user’s brain. No, no, not ACTUALLY high… just… Ne is high in the function stack and - you know what, never mind. Ne is high.

  • *sees a picture of a polka dotted feather* “Birds wore the original polka dot bikinis.”
  • “Hummus is literally bean paste. Pasty beans. Tasty pasty beans. I hasten to tasten the pasten of beans.”
  • “Can you overdose on sugar? Like just straight sugar. How many pounds of sugar would you have to choke down before you died?”
  • “Is that flower looking at me? I’m pretty sure if it had eyes, it would be looking at me.”
  • “Hello. It’s the garbage can. You forgot to take me out and now your house smells like molding feet. Hello-o-oh-o, can you smell me? If you can’t you should probably get your nose checked cuz you probably have cancer and are going to die.”
  • “Balloons are a horrible idea. I feel bad for whoever first tried to market them as festive decorations. Like, ‘yeah, you see, you put special air in this piece of plastic and its, like, super fun!’”
  • *stubs toe on textbook* “Ah! So that’s where I put you, you sneaky lil snake!”
  • *immediately starts singing “No” by Meghan Trainor in my head every time I hear the word no*
  • “Blue is the best color. It makes me feel like a seaweed in the ocean.”
  • “You know what’s funny? The word school in a German accent. Shewl!”
  • *finds a shiny rock* “I wish, I wish, with all my heart, to fly with dragons in a land apart.”
  • *can’t remember the word plantain* “Pointy potato bananas?”
  • “I HAVE HAD. THE SAME SONG. STUCK IN MY HEAD. FOR THREE. WHOLE DAYS.”
  • *sees a dandelion* “Lets play guess how many seeds it has on it for the next hour without ever actually finding out.”
  • “That plant looks like it’s plotting something evil… or maybe… POTTING something evil! Haahahahah…”
  • “What would help me concentrate? I know! Standing on one leg!”

Guess what? Anderrrrrrrssssss

I mean he could look a bit like this after some years on the run. (Yes, with Hawke. Noticed the key, did ya? HIGH FIVE.)

Actually I started thinking about his post-Kirkwall look because the new cosplay wig I ordered for him is way too long and I thought it would be nice to take some Anders pics with longer locks before cutting the wig. This might be the look I should go for, but I’m not yet sure. Perhaps feathers?

anonymous asked:

Why is it that Bird Fursonas (is there a specific word for those? idk) rarely look good, its such a shame

I think there are a few factors

1 . birds are ,, actually a lot harder to draw than they often appear tbh

that is also likely a large reason why there are not many birdsonas in the first place

it is not rly that artists lack skill or what not ,
i have been drawing birds for 3 years and i still struggle a lot with beaks n claws n feathers,,,

2 . personal preferences n tastes

birds are no where near as popular with furries as wolves or foxes or lizards ,, n as a result it is a lot harder to find artists or styles that may appeal

that is what i figure at least

At about this time some of you are probably saying “what is that? It looks like a bird!” You’re not entirely wrong. Those of you who are saying “oh cool, a Velociraptor” are actually more wrong than those other people.

This is Tsaagan mangas. It is almost identical to Velociraptor, lived in the same area as Velociraptor, during the same time period as Velociraptor, but it is not a Velociraptor. For all intents and purposes, though, they are practically identical.

Drawn for a-dinosaur-a-day, because it seems that no one has drawn a half-decent full-body picture of a mid-sized Mongolian dromaeosaurid that is almost identical to Velociraptor and called it a Tsaagan before. I think Tsaagan is going to be my new second-favorite dromaeosaurid (behind Deinonychus) because it’s basically Velociraptor but it doesn’t get nearly as much attention as Velociraptor and definitely deserves more love than it gets, even if only because, for all intents and purposes, it is the same as Velociraptor.

Tsaagan mangas
Tsaagan mangas
Tsaagan mangas
Tsaagan mangas
Tsaagan mangas
Tsaagan mangas

There. Now I’ve said “Tsaagan mangas” in this post more times than I’ve said “Velociraptor.”

Tsaagan mangas.

A Soulmate’s Scrawl

@b0nely… you prompted this so, thank you :) x

AO3 link


2pm: car service


That’s the first message Dean sees scrawled on the inside of his wrist.


It’s the oddest feeling: it’s like having the lightest of feathers stroked over his skin to the point of making it itch a little. That, or he’s developed a slight allergy to his washing detergent overnight.


He’s scratching at it absently and unthinkingly for half the morning before he even really looks, and then it’s only because his hands are filthy from a morning of high schoolers let loose on paint and easels like they’re actual kindergärtners, and it’s time for lunch.

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