42 Emotionally-Compromised Horse Figurines

Soup? On soup day? It's more likely than you* think

Because Mean Girls wear pink on October 3rd. Star Wars celebrates May the 4th. Hitchhikers and Discworld fans don towels and lilacs (respectively) on May 25th.

Locked Tomb friends, we need a holiday.

I propose that 9/9 of every year is Soup Day. We celebrate, of course, by consuming soups. We share photos, recipes, and if you have a group of irl bone bitches, the soup itself.

If you can’t eat soup, put bread in a drawer. If you can’t eat bread, stare in anguish at a cup of lukewarm tea while contemplating the ways your God has disappointed you. Use your own moral judgment on whether you consume cow products on that day, as cows do exhibit mourning behavior.

Since September 9th is a Monday, I'm going to be hosting my irl soup exchange on Saturday the 7th so more people can make it (and so we all have soup in the fridge on the 9th). You're welcome to do whatever you want.

Do bones! Make pikelets! Try to resurrect Alecto! The point is to celebrate The Horrors Of Love (which we have not yet begun to see) with your favorite queer nerds, from wherever you are in the world. Last year we served bread in a drawer and read the Ninth House prayer at 9 PM and I personally had a Joddamned blast.

And I get a little bit Genghis Kahnghis I don’t want you to get it onghis Nobody else but me (ooooh) With nobody else but MeeeeMe

Since I crucified her and then impaled her heart in the last drawings she gets to hug Harrow as a little treat

Sometimes you get commissions that just make your soul happy.

Actually really glad of the final product of this one. I had a lot of fun.

vacation is back on track

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"It was a moment she would freeze in time, if she could. A moment where the water almost seemed to part for Harrow, making a space specifically for her, a dwelling meant for this salt-water creature. A moment of full contentment, where everything just seemed to sync and feel achingly whole. She hung onto one boney ankle as Harrow floated on her back; her black eyes glinted in the light, looking like supernovas that could absorb her with any effort."