Angela Quinton @aquinton@computerfairi.es

Zelda, mournfully: “Witness the blood moon's rise. When its red glow shines upon the land... the aimless spirits of slain monsters return to flesh.”

Me, clawing my way out of a swirling red vortex of smoke: “cool”

imo a monster should bite me really hard in a non-vital area

practicing radical self-care by unfollowing nice but annoying people on multiple platforms. "if it sucks, hit da bricks”

My wife surprised me with belated birthday art: a #werewolf #tf sequence we joked about in February that I forgot about until she sent me these at 4am. Here's me as a powerful 1986 business executive whose fantasy mobile phone failed to remind her about the imminent full moon.

This is Succession, to me

I should be paid $125,000 USD yearly to put on my werewolf suit and just walk around. I can explain this to any skeptical business dweebs by saying something like “causing a commotion is good for the economy”

Creature Design Challenge: Don’t Just Put Horns or Antlers on a Wolf (impossible)

The heat, direct sun exposure, and reliance on water and salt tabs were all working against me, but Coach wanted 5 hours of solid effort, and I think I provided.

I've put off today's long run for three hours, which is 60% of the amount of time I'm supposed to run.

In the dark I am the right shape

Today while I was out running an errand, I saw a femme person whose shape, comportment, and wardrobe were all exactly what I wish I could be/have/wear as a human. That she was 20 years younger than me and also did not have her skeleton warped by The Wrong Puberty did occur to me, but not before I felt a wave of envy and self-loathing as sharp and disfiguring as a scalpel.

In three months l’ll be back in Vancouver