Wyvernchick 🦀🦀🦀
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Wyvernchick 🦀🦀🦀
@wyvernchick.bsky.social
Short, fat, middle-aged, autistic, cripple. Diversity hiring officer's dream. I like cats and dogs. I don't like TERFs.
I particularly like the pilloried gingerbread felon
December 13, 2025 at 5:53 PM
I would have been there too, but Cardiff Bus has made it pretty much impossible to have a day at St Fagans. Before the pandemic, the last bus was around closing time. Now there aren't many in either direction and the last one is at about 3pm.
December 13, 2025 at 4:47 PM
What a fantastic achievement. Congratulations on another successful auction, and thank you for making it happen ❤️
December 10, 2025 at 1:48 PM
Reposted by Wyvernchick 🦀🦀🦀
AND it’s the 59th anniversary of the first appearance of the Gävle Goat, which has been erected every year since and only burnt down a mere 42 times. More on that from @jonnelledge.bsky.social
The Swedish town where every Christmas brings goat arson
The parable of the Gävle Goat.
jonn.substack.com
December 1, 2025 at 1:32 PM
This is my postcard contribution - just some spooky winter friends hanging out together

www.ebay.co.uk/itm/15749005...
Pardon our interruption...
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December 1, 2025 at 11:55 PM
shits and giggles and to wind up her big sister, but apparently they'd been planning it for a whole year, so I have to admire the effort if nothing else. And it's good to know that I'm not the only one in my family to get a little bit of madness. I still can't quite believe it happened!
December 1, 2025 at 11:19 PM
the case of my sister, the extra 127 miles, as I live in south Wales and she lives in Devon - to sabotage Whamageddon for me in person! To say it was unexpected was a complete understatement, but it was worth getting sent to Whamhalla. I still can't believe she came all that way basically for
December 1, 2025 at 11:19 PM
what was going on - the masked people were my sister and her best friend. For the last two years, they've sent me to Whamhalla on 1st December via Facetime, so when I didn't get a call this morning, I figured they were going to leave me alone this year... but NO! They had gone the extra mile - or in
December 1, 2025 at 11:19 PM
was holding cue cards like the ones in Love Actually. The other one was holding an inflatable ghetto blaster. At this point I realised I was not about to be robbed, kidnapped, or murdered, but I was very confused until the music started. And yes, it was Last Christmas. At this point, I knew exactly
December 1, 2025 at 11:19 PM