|sexybaldwin said: Is it your birthday today (arrives hours late with starbucks)? If so, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! You are seriously one of my favourite artists on here, and your art always makes me smile. I wish you the happiest of days :))|
it is! thank you!!
have a great day too!!
Eeee you are so kind!
I always feel like a nuisance but I was showing my sister your puppets before and exclaiming LOOK, PUPPETS AGHJKFD
The only vaguely celebratory GIF I have is Earl dancing the Macarena, so have a happy Birthday Macarena dance :D
|Anonymous said: You can take my peeps. My grandma sends me like a package a month and I'm sick of them|
Heehee, that would be so brilliant! I wish it wasn’t so expensive to send packages from the US to the UK :( I would order so much american food to try! Then I could show people the delights and horrors of uk sweets, such as creme eggs (om nom):
and flying saucers (om nom too)!
|Anonymous said: peeps are also fun because when you put them in the microwave, they expand, poof up, then fall down into sugar marshmallow mess. it's extremely satisfying to watch|
….oh my god that actually sounds quite fun! One day, I WILL try peeps. I shall make a video for you all expressing my delight (I really want to do a video of me sampling american sweets, hopefully one day I will amass enough to do it!)
I’ve just been laughing to myself because I imagined when Carlos first came to Night Vale and called a town meeting, Cecil was obviously supposed to be reporting on it but he was clearly stood there looking at the gorgeous scientist with big doe eyes, interns prodding him like, “Cecil, Cecil come on. Cecil, there’s just been dead air for ages and apparently Station Management is writhing around. CECIL!”
Happy Easter, everyone! Well, a little while ago I made a headcanon regarding Night Vale and Easter and the arrival of strange, unexpected easter eggs which hatch into mysterious items which Carlos HAS to investigate and…well…I wrote a small fic. I am ridiculous, but SO wanted to do it! Please enjoy, and have a lovely day.
As always, I wrote in a rush and family are calling me, so forgive any spelling mistakes.
They appeared without a single mention, the soft, almost jewelled shells sparkling their mysterious multicoloured hues in the intense desert heat, unremarked upon and as silent as the moon.
The various eggs lay dormant in many parts of Night Vale; on car windshields, beside front doors, even in one case perched atop a particularly large and spindly cactus standing guard like a lone sentinel on the edge of town. Although the eggs themselves begged many questions, their very mystery was mostly founded on how absolutely nobody seemed to acknowledge or even see them, leaving them untouched and unremarked on as people moved around them in their daily lives.
I also just wanted to say that Carlos/Dinosaurs is my ultimate Brotp.
|Anonymous said: Ah, peeps. Marshmallows shaped into little adorable chicks and rolled in colored crystals. I feel like nothing really sums up America like little plops of melted sugar rolled in another form of sugar and shaped vaguely like a bird. They're the greatest haha|
I HAVE JUST LOOKED UP A PICTURE OF THEM AND WOWOWO LOOK HOW FUN THEY LOOK I WANT A WHOLE ARMY OF PEEPS AAAAH!I love the little droopy beak, oh MAN!