Moving on from the wistful reminising of yellow school bus journeys and times gone by...

For those States side, I do hope everybody is enjoying the whole sale slaughter of turkeys and consumption of enough sweets to make Jillian Michaels hunt down small chubby children with breadcrumbs in the woods.

For whatever smattering of the international community that accidently stumbles upon the sad shambles of this page, have a happy Harvest Festival, or whatever equivalent.

Because my stomach decided to stop loathing my life, I will be able to enjoy Turkey Time 8D Oh boy!

Umm...yes. I am positively swamped with work for the next two weeks, so unless you'd like to read my research paper about how Antonio from Twelfth night is a big 'mo and should end up in a ménage à trois with Sebastian and Oliva, I'm not going to be able to post anything particularly artistic in the next couple of weeks or so. (Because hetalia comics are totally Caravaggism to begin with) But I do owe some sketches of her lovely characters and some disturbing Japanadabanana. I haven't forgotten you lovely people I'll have them both done after I've finished ripping off my own fingernails with my teeth.

And thus, I leave you to the noms.

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Pimpin' mah Clubs: