I love being in my tumblr yard in the evening and scrolling by you guys randomly popping off about your deep lore (often fandom) interest in like, the landscape of the usual postings. It's like hearing in my tumblr yard the distinct cry of a creature, a sound that once may have startled me but which long ago became a fond, homey sort of surprise, a sound unique to my own backyard. It's funny to me that I'm also a creature in yours, lmfao. Is it like, out of nowhere I reblog three gory Charles Vane .gifsets in a row and you're like, there it is! that frog again.
