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OH BOY DO I HAVE SOME GOOD NEWS ABOUT SOME OF HER OTHER DESIGNS!
OH BOY DO I HAVE
SOME GOOD NEWS ABOUT SOME OF
HER OTHER DESIGNS!
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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Shout out to trans women who aren’t computer scientists or musicians or avant-garde artists or whatever.
Shout-out to tgirls who work at Taco Bell. Thank u queen, society would collapse without you
Over twenty years ago my big brother got me a job at a Taco Bell in the St. Louis suburbs-West County. He warned me that it was the “gay Taco Bell”, but since I was coming from the “gay Howard Johnson’s” I wasn’t shocked. It turns out it was the black trans women Taco Bell complete with black trans women in management. And they’d worked out an arrangement with the local teen Narcotics Anonymous group so that twice a week we would shut down the drive thru and the dining room and exclusively serve 60+ teens in various stages of recovery. And many of the women I worked with were in various stages of being out or transitioning and they were from all generations from teens to over 50. One woman I worked with had a regular corporate job presenting as a man 9-5 Mon-Fri and then came to Taco Bell and worked 6pm -2am Friday and Saturday night so she could be herself surrounded by other black transwomen in those stolen weekends. And we had customers come from all over the metro area because they knew they could be themselves in the dining room. I only worked there from 1999-2001 but for young me, this was a vital, formative experience. Some of the girls came from north city all the way out to the “gay Taco Bell” on Manchester in west county because they heard it was safe to work there. Like- I know times have changed but they haven’t changed much in 20 years. I’m still convinced that for lgbt youth, finding a job at your city’s version of the “gay Taco Bell” is key to survival.
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one curiousity search on ebay to see if people are still going nuts over beanie babies has led to getting a strong contender for the funniest email ever
When your doctor prescribes you the generic
I love this post especially the rat part
going on me feed
what do you mean there are exactly zero rats i. this post
DOES IT NOT STOP
basketball dracula isn't real dude he can't-- *sudden squeaking noises from the shadows*
*two pool toys having sex tumble by in the wind* oh thank god
*thunderous slam dunk noise*
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funny story i know this guy who at the adventurous age of 12 and fruitfully in more ways than one tried sucking his own dick until he at a terminal moment got a sudden sharp and excruciating pain in his back that caused him to flop violently horizontal on his bed and conclude that he couldn't move. he then spent the next half an hour crying about his impending lifetime of quadraplegia and trying to concoct a plausible story for how he broke his back naked in bed and covered in cum. then i calmed down and realized i could in fact move
i mean he
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double sided !
- space adventures!
- found family!
- finding out what happened here before AFTER you're already lightyears away from earth!
- characters that aren't explicitly aroace but can definitely be read that way! it's not even a stretch!
if you like eva stratt you should consider: SPOILER (morally grey women with the weight of the world on their shoulders who will do whatever they must to succeed)
if you like grace you should consider: doug eiffel (goofballs who have SPOILER in common)
if you like rocky you should consider: HERA (people who are not human but are unmistakably people, doing their best to fix things and keep everyone safe, responsible when they need to be but also down for a practical joke with their goofy best friends)
bonus: evil SPOILER! dramatic twists! classical music! BIG SPOILER! and so much more! listen to Wolf 359 today!
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
THE ORIGINAL?!?!!!!!!!!;!!!!!!!!???
On my dash!??!
Please hold
some monday reminders :) these are up on my shop in various forms
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My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
[ID: A photo of three thin white women sitting together. They all have dyed hair, tattoos, and are wearing revealing clothing covered in cannabis leaves. The one in the center is smoking weed. End ID]
On April 13, 1985, Danuta Danielsson - a Jewish-Polish woman whose mother was taken to a concentration camp in WWII - hit a local neonazi with her handbag in Växjö, Sweden.
Update: The neonazis were subsequently expelled from the city, and a statue was erected in her honor.
This week 34 years ago, Danuta Danielsson demonstrated how much respect fascists deserve.
Well played, Danuta Danielsson.
And good aim.
She hit them so hard they were banished from that land forever. Iconic
Happy 40th Annual Hit a Nazi with a Handbag Day
Happy 41st Annual Hit a Nazi with a Handbag Day
Happy 41st
Annual Hit a Nazi
with a Handbag Day
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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*rebogs*
Would love to see Alastor remind Vox of his own words.
Like Velvette, still understandably furious at the forced apology to Carmilla, brings ipad Vox to the hazbin hotel to make him apologise.
Not because she feels guilty or thinks they need to. She just wants to see Vox suffer a little ironic payback.
He protests, trying to turn off or shove up a screensaver which is as close to avoiding eye contact as a screen without a neck can get, bjt vel keeps pressing the screen on button.
Charlie is more cautious about their intentions this time but also very excited at the idea that even Vox could be capable of redemption if he starts with sorry...
She has been restrained from singing at least 4 times so far.
After a strong shake like he was a misbehaving etch a sketch, Vox finally mumbles a begruding almost apology. "Im.... sorry if my attempt to overthrow heaven, stop the exterminations your family cursed us with and (becomethenewgod) upset you when it backfired and shit."
Vaggi doesnt get a chance to even raise that Vox's attempt didnt even come to a real apology and also what was that last bit...? Before hysterical laughter filled the room as shadows coalesced before the unrepentent ipad and his doll of a stand.
"Oh ho ho, Vincent, what a terrible happening to find you once more in the hotel and lying through your teeth to the naive staff. Do tell what makes you think you have the right to trespass after your deplorable behaviour, hmmm?"
Vox crackled with static and snow, snarling.
"Oi, you shut the fuck up too, deer boy... you goaded this fucking idiot into half of it with your little jabs and playing off his weird obssessive thing for you. You should apologise too for that, and for your freaky bug daughter bitch thing ruining my hair!"
Alastor blinked and laughed harder. "Why, i dont recall giving any orders dear Velvette... if The picturebox here decided to show his true colours and treat you poorly in his thwarted ascent to deification... tbat is on the little fool. I merely came to see if Vincent here wanted to make good on his little threat?"
"Fuck off with that, you old bastard, you just twisted what little brain he had in there around to play your own game. Thats why he turned on me and val. But since you're done playing puppet master, we've sealed the cracks, and when vox earns body priviledges again, the vees will be coming for you..."
Alastor wrinkles his nose.
"An unfortunate turn of phrase... do not use it again."
Velvette rolls her eyes. "You'd be so lucky if i bothered, old man but you're not my type..."
"Why yes, i did note your interest in Carmilla. Looking for a, how does the phrase go...? Ah, dommy milf mommy, yes?" Alastor fired back lethally with all the care of someone asking about ankthers garden this june.
Velvette actually drops vox in her outrage and shock that an ancient geezer even knows those words.
Vox buffers as tendrils pick him up off the floor with the delicacy of one using the least contact possible to remove a squashed roach from tbe floor and relocate it to the trash.
Alastor ignores Vaggi's confused and accusatory, 'who taught him that? I am going to take your dessert priviledges when i find hou', to grin at Vox.
"So, old pal, given that you nearly brpke all of hell on your egomaniacal, and frankly rizzless, clamber for godly power, in which you isolated allies and showed your weakness to all with eyes... do you have anything left to live for?"
Charlie tugged at his arm. "Al, we dont promote suicide here." She admonished sternly.
"Oh perish the thought princess, i merely meant that the fool has finally stopped long enough to consider the things he so easily aped and cast aside in his quest for power. Always looking for a new identity to mimic as he rose up the ladder. Why, just ask him about how he formed his media empire on earth, its a rivetingly bloody tale of a man who couldnt ever find a sense of self and perpetually stole it from others to feel like a real human being."
"Fuck you! You think you're better than me you old hack? Youre just as much a serial killer as me, asshole, did you tell these soft hearted freaks you aligned with that? Bet you didnt... at least i can trust vel and val with my secrets."
"Can you though? Your embellishes tales of the cult you led seem to avoid the truth behind your motives, how you impersonated and climbed over the corpses of dozens of people over and over again. How you liked having those about you who were programmable, were not a threat... and something to discard. How easily you dropped the other vees the moment it suited... do they know you see them as pawns?"
"Shut up, just shut the fuck up! You ruined EVERYTHING i could have torn down heaven and ruled but you, you just couldn't let me succeed because you, what, aligned with the drippy princess? And for what? You couldve been one of the original vees and you tossed tbat aside and laughes in my face, if anyones fucked in the head, its you Al!"
"Hmmm, perhaps. But you cant help but blame others for your own innates failires, can you, vincent... why, i do recall warning you of this outcome. And i believe you replied something specific... what was it now? Oh yes."
Vox's eyes widen as radio dials spin into place and his own voice emanated from the clenched, glowing teeth. "You can say your last I Told You So while i slit your throat..."
Whatever clever statement the deer was about to dangle over the ipad's head was drowned out by a horrified, "He was going to kill you?!"
Three three overlords shared a very pointed look between them.
"Er, didnt you teach blondie how overlords work, red?" Velvette asked, waving at the soppy yet furious princess standing several feet away with clenched fists.
"Overlord or not, i wont have someone threatening people that matter to me, and especially not when thry let themselves get captured to protect me..."
Alastor's ears went flat in horror. "Charlotte, that was merely a byproduct of a far larger matter that-..."
How to stop her taking this out of context so severely?
Velvette notices the general look of mutes panic on Alaator's face and cant help but laugh
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yeah okay ill reblog that
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we could go back to telegraphs instead of social media. send your mutuals unspeakable strings of morse code at 4:30am
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personally i prefer semaphore
so prefacing this with the fact that I know that the fun is sorta taken out of this by me translating, but not everyone will have the energy to look it up themselves, so I figured I'd help out.
Morse code: AEEEEE FELL DOWN AND TROKE MY PENIT TODAY YEOWCE OUCH YOUCH!!!! SENT FROM MY TELEGRAPH
Semaphore: NO NOT YOUR PENITS
yeah okay ill reblog that
