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Vocalist, Ziarra's, recording of Heat Rises (FUCKING REALLY COOL) - tiktok

Brittany Harris, the cellist, is apparently more on tiktok but here's her youtube - her website that seems a little outdate but at least has links to some of her tracks on spotify

I know some of you will say “that’s not a dad bod” sorry to rain on your parade but it is: His body has clearly changed and it was changed by embracing his new life as a father.

So yes, yes it IS.

Anyway lol this sketch came to be thanks to Amanda @yishinghime who wrote a delicious, scrumptious, oneshot of Loid(Twilight) going through changes in his physique after leaving the spy life and feeling uneasy about them, he didn’t count on his wife who loves him just as he is, and can’t just wait to reassure him.

He has just been extremely surprised and upset.

For the last few hours he has been very busy. He may be deaf and a little hard of thinking, but elderly wizards have very well-trained survival instincts, and they know that when a tall figure in a black robe and the latest in agricultural handtools starts looking thoughtfully at you it is time to act fast. The servants have been dismissed. The doorways have been sealed with a paste made from powdered mayflies, and protective octograms have been drawn on the windows. Rare and rather smelly oils have been poured in complex patterns on the floor, in designs which hurt the eyes and suggest the designer was drunk or from some other dimension or, possibly, both; in the very centre of the room is the eightfold octogram of Witholding, surrounded by red and green candles. And in the centre of that is a box made from wood of the curly-fern pine, which grows to a great age, and it is lined with red silk and yet more protective amulets. Because Greyhald Spold knows that Death is looking for him, and has spent many years designing an impregnable hiding place.

He has just set the complicated clockwork of the lock and shut the lid, lying back in the knowledge that here at last is the perfect defence against the most ultimate of all his enemies, although as yet he has not considered the important part that airholes must play in an enterprise of this kind.

So a few days ago I noticed a fox friend running through my yard. I was able to snap this photo.

I called him Milo.

I thought he was a lone wolf who chose my neighborhood as his domain.

But Milo is not alone.

Milo is a papa.

He and his lady fox have three little foxes!

I went from never having seen a fox to FIVE foxes playing in my backyard.

The three kiddos were wrestling. Their opening move is to do this cat-like superjump and then dive bomb into their sibling. Then they roll around. And then a high speed chase ensues.

One of the little foxes came near the house and I got a few closer photos.

I love the little black socks.

Papa Milo and Mama Mia.

And for the kits... Marian, McCloud, and Michael J.

Dedicated to my cat, who is very vocal about my bed time.