#daily 16

[quinns-daily-drawing]

Sketches, 1/15-21/24

[dailykafka]

— October 16, 1921 / Franz Kafka diaries

[goldenpinof]

so soft for @swiftlydnp

[wigglesdtuff]

Future artist in their midst

[typelikeagirl]

[shisasan]

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷���, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

[daily-odile]

A certain someone made me play Pokemon Rejuvenation and a certain old man reminded me of a certain old woman

[lance-thunder-reporting-live]

Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Saturday, March 16, and it’s windy with a 0% chance of rain. Highs are in the low sixties, and the lows are in the high thirties.

Mayor Masters was kidnapped by the Wisconsin ghost yesterday at city hall before he was able to make his announcement. The Fentons have been searching day and night for him, but have been unable to find him. So far, the Wisconsin Ghost has not made any demands in exchange for the Mayor’s safe return.

Amity has been overrun with deformed and hybridized animal ghosts. The Red Huntress and Danny Phantom have been fighting them off, but have been unable to prevent attacks and injuries with the amount of ghosts present. If this continues, the GIW may step in.

The Fentons will likely be driving today.

[daily-purple-character]

day 8!

entrapta! (she ra)

[akasanata]

No, little Jonathan, don't go sleeping outside your room

Enter Dracula's three weed smoking girlfriends

This whole page. Wow. So well done.

Possessive much, Dracula?

Poor Jonathan, the fact that he now feels Dracula is the lesser evil kills me

[pisswizard420]

The evolution of Jonathan Harker from polite englishman to feral bastard who loves his wife is so funny????? Man went from “im trapped by social conventions so i cant say im a prisoner” to “im going to stab a vampire with my huge fucking knife”

[dailykafka]

— March 16, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #3089 - June 16th

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[ldshadowdoodles]

[145] Wavy Pink Hair (inspired by Scott Christian Saga’s hair journal)

[typelikeagirl]

[lazyevaluationranch]

17-03-2024 Vulture.

The turkey vultures spend the winter in Venezuela, fly North along the mainland, and circle in groups above the shoreline. In the air they mostly lock their wings open and glide, not flap. So where the land ends they must circle at the water's edge and wait for the wind to be right to glide across to the islands in a group.

For months there have been no vultures, and then suddenly yesterday the wind opened their way home and the island's whole population is here, all at once. It's like someone found a giant knife switch labeled "Vultures" in a cave and shoved it to "on" with a satisfying "KA-VULTURE" sound.

The house is perched atop a stony ridge. The sun falls on the bare dark glacier-scraped slope behind the house and warms the stone, and from the warm stone a column of warm air rises. The vultures enter this invisible pillar of air and circle around its edges, upwards, upwards, around and above the house on ink-dark wings that glow where the sunlight comes through the edges of the feathers.

Sometimes they leave this air-column and glide over to the next stone ridge, the next invisible column of air, and the next beyond it, the next beyond that. Watching the vultures trace out the locations of the pillars, you get a sense of a whole vast structure of warmth and wind, like some grand invisible temple rising hundreds of meters into the bright brazen sky.

It's always here, I think, the huge columns, the invisible temple the glaciers built, made of air and light. But I can only see its structure when the vultures trace it out for me, like architectural drawings. Glad someone found the KA-VULTURE switch this year.