▹Yo, my name’s Bawka and this is my long overdue intro post because I realized I should make a guide to my bullshit blog
▹You can also find me on ao3, youtube, toyhouse, ko-fi, bluesky, and my neocities, whenever i make it. DM for my discord!
▹Currently fixated on the DSMP, Trigun, Homestuck, and Epic/Paris the musical(s), but other fandoms pop up, too, considering this is my main blog and I’m majorly unorganized lmao
▹Pronouns are he/yip/caw/quack, and I’m nonbinary & ace
Tagging and other info under the cut because I talk too much
i’ve been told by various european friends that the most american sentence i’ve ever said is “sophomore year of college, some friends and i road-tripped thirteen hours to florida for spring break.”
and now i can confidently say this is the most guy-who-lives-in-paris sentence i’ve ever said: “today i was cycling to meet a friend at buttes-chaumont and i went over some cobblestones and my baguette got launched out of the bike basket into the middle of the roundabout”
Once I was on an eighteen hour train ride into the city and the complementary tea service was down because the train had hit a kangaroo on the way up and broken their hot water system.
I think you can get both more broad and more specific at the same time I was going to walk down to the milk bar for a snack but there’s a magpie in the tree by the roundabout that swooped me last week so I don’t want to risk it
I got swooped by a magpie walking out of a hospital once and I couldn’t stop thinking about how funny it would be if she’d injured me and I’d had to turn around and walk back in.
i’ve never been swooped by a magpie but i do have a scar on the topside, and underside of my finger where i was bitten by a cockatoo as a toddler.
Cockatoos are such bastards.
I have a lifelong petty hatred of kangaroos because when I was a toddler, one stole my biscuit at a wildlife reserve.
a llama munched on my mom’s hair at a petting zoo 30 some years ago and to this day she hates llamas
Horses on the farm used to eat my hair when I was little but that’s different because that’s just how horses treat their friends because horses are unhinged animals
Reblog to let your followers know that despite your current obsession your previous obsessions still exist and are simply lying dormant until they awaken and strike again
