Dylanesque. Hogwarts Tinies. Witch Envy.

[noblerot]

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[scarah2]

Aaaahhhhh we'll miss you!

[noblerot]

*clingz*

[telesilla]

OMG Hogwarts Tinnies! So funneh!

Bummer about not being able to make The Witching Hour. :( I hope things don't get to horrible at the paper. *hugs*

[noblerot]

The Tinies rock!

Interestingly, some of my favorite coworkers are now at the Sacramento Bee. OMG TREAT THEM WELL.

*gazes sadly northward*

[tinderblast]

Oh noez! Civil war?

*protectively wraps scarf around your neck and drags you away from the guillotine*

Needless to say, I'm not going to the Witching Hour, either. We should, like, get a cup of coffee.

[noblerot]

Dude. Coffee, yeah! Your country or mine?

[tinderblast]

Depends. Is the coffee strong over there, or do they make it horribly weak and with too much milk?

[noblerot]

Espresso. Black. Black and strong. Full-bodied.

[tekalynn]

I'm used to thinking of Dylan as the grizzled Voice of an (earlier) Generation, peering out from my mother's album collection and my senior-level college English course. It was a shock to see footage of him in the documentary and to realize, my god he was easy on the eyes back in the day. Was he even old enough to shave?

[noblerot]

He had the most amazing baby face. And that hair! Just... just the ideal boy toy. WITH A BRAIN.

[chronographia]

*sniffle* I would smuggle you in my suitcase if I could.

The link to the collected Tinies is here - somehow you managed to pick all of my early drawings that don't have the helpful disclaimer on them. But yay for the pipmage. You're a darling.

Oops.

[noblerot]

Fixed! Sorta.