Dude, your makeup game is on point

CURSE YOU TIME ZONES (not that I have a 3D anyway, but curse you nonetheless!)

I ALREADY AM DON’T WORRY

Dude, I totally forgot I reblogged one of these last night and thought you were trying to cast a spell on me for a second.

Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done?

Hm… See, I don’t want to say “I watched this episode of ______ while home alone in a dark house” because just no. So I’m going to go with high ropes courses. I’ll tell you right now, heights I have no problem with, I fucking love being up high, it’s falling. Even when I’m strapped into a full body harness like I was when I went on some teambonding/leadership retreat. Nope. Not my thing.

My high school had a high ropes course and the three things I did on it were absolutely fantastic (except the first time I did the holy cow because it’s a swing you’re hooked into with like a 50 foot drop. Shit ton of fun though.) so I thought this wouldn’t be too hard. Nope. It was this three story complex/obstacle course and there was this one thing with tires on level 2 that I have no idea how I completed because I kept falling. And there was some guy standing under me trying to talk me through how to do it and I just kept thinking “nope, just leave me to die here” because I am not looking down or letting go of this damn hanging tire. There’s just something about falling and knowing you’re going to fall again that’s just nope. Especially with the possibility of doing the rest of the course blind. Somehow finished it though.

Never even dared to touch level three and they couldn’t have even paid me to.

Oh and here’s a bad drawing I did of the thing. You had to walk across the tops of the tires that were wobbly as fuck.

 Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die?

Well, decomposition starts. And then, if we’re not murdered or have been eaten by something/someone, our families decide what to with our remains and we’re either entombed in a box surrounded by concrete or we’re burned, put through a grinder (because living things do not come out of an oven as that fine powder. I learned that at a pet hospital where I may have speared ash from someone’s pet on my friend’s arm because the grinder needed to be dusted off and I thought it was neat. Whoops.) and then put into a vase for them to do with whatever. Or if you’ve donated your body to science, some students get to get you open. Or plastination for museum displays. Basically anything short of taxidermy or tanning your hide to bind books with because the US is apparently rather squeamish about that kind of stuff.

But if you’re going for the whole “what happens to us, as in spirits and stuff, not out bodies, you ass”, I’m going to need a read more for that and a flow chart drawing… It would take a while if you are interested.

Like, I could always link to mormon.org, but that seems rather informal and I have my own personal beliefs and interpretation to it, but this is already hellishly long. So another time, maybe?

Hekate: Have you ever tried to communicate with the dead?