Oct 31, 2025
DP rewatching side sketches S1 E6
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DP rewatching side sketches S1 E6
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Compiling this stupid fucking thing /affectionate
poor baby was dehydrated and over heated so we took her from the coop and brought her in.
after a bit I got her to eat, drink, and stand (but her balance is off and she keeps swaying).
the boys better like birds!
video + more here👇
I’ll keep you updated, and if anyone is wondering, her breed is Zombie chicken (real thing, look it up!) – @lone-little-wolf on Tumblr
@lone-little-wolf AAAAAAAACK!!!! I’m so very late how is she?!?!?
Poor sweetheart, the boys would be absolutely thrilled to dote over her (I also used to have chickens and they were very curious and sweet to watch <3)
She’s gorgeous, hope all is well!
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look at this absolute unit
She needs a cuddle.
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Chica doodles!!!
Joey’s logic: if owls, bears, cats, and wolves can have their own book series, what would happen if chickens had their own? And thus, this gave birth to an “interesting”/(weird) little writing exercise.
The road to becoming a warrior was not defined by his victories, but by the consciousness of his choices.
To live by choice or to live by chance, the warrior could walk through the valley of shadows and would know Life’s greatest stings if he triumphed in Life’s everchanging dance. To motivate or to manipulate, only the tongue knew which to speak when the warrior encountered his rival in the midst of a stalemate. To be useful or to be used, only one was a master of his fate while the other was the master of his demise if circumstances wrought him for if only the final time. To speak of change or to speak of an excuse, only one path held its certainty while the other knew how to bruise. To excel or to compete, a warrior’s story told of his valor and not just his victories.
The warrior chose to live with self-esteem, not self-pity. He chose to listen to the inner-voice in his ear, not the random remarks of a few yet many.
He chose to do these things that others wouldn’t do so he could continue to do the things that they couldn’t do. This was the life of the warrior.
What laid before his feet were all the paths he had taken in stride, what laid over his chest was all the benevolence he had learned to coincide with, what trickled from the ends of his tail were all the mistakes he had swept in his journey, and what laid proudly over his wings was the strength of many as the rooster flew to the top of his perch. Even the sun couldn’t help but herald in his name as the rooster tipped his head back, and a mighty crow echoed for all the ages. The dawn of a new era wasn’t just a reflection in his eyes, but a certainty.