Well, at least she died doing what she loved—getting her dick sucked.
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Well, at least she died doing what she loved—getting her dick sucked.
I made some creatures/Fakemon/Fakepals/whatever your creature collector of choice is. I'm not an artist, obviously, these are made in fucking paint.net. HOWEVER. I have a massive fear of sharing my own art and I care less about this than I do my music, so what the fuck ever.
Introducing Kanganstein and Polyre.
Kanganstein is a revenant, created on a stormy night and full of piss and vinegar. That motherfucker will fight anyone to drain their electricity and can be found during thunderstorms at the highest point it can reach, hoping to be recharged by getting hit by lightning.
Polyre is lyrebird and politician. (Insert obvious joke here.) Polyre only wants one thing: To be in charge. Does it know what it's gonna do when it gets there? FUCK NO. But it will plead, beg, cheat, lie and do whatever it needs to so that others will put it on top of the chain.
Anyway. Those are my guys. I made them, they're fucking stupid and I kinda love them for it.
if you have never approached someone and asked for their number or sent the first message on a dating app you're not allowed to complain about a top shortage btw.
lethal read
I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.
the window
what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes
That response is fucking Shakespearean.
World Heritage Post
parents will be like "We're good parents! We did our best!" while their child is alone in their room, terrified of footsteps, unable to conceptualize being loved by anyone.
Okay, but genuinely. I'm one of these people. I live with two people who genuinely care for and about me, love me unconditionally, treat me like an adult human being who is smart and responsible and worth listening to. No matter how much they make me feel safe, if I hear footsteps near my room, I get anxious. If those footsteps are loud, I grab my cane for self-defence. Just outta habit.
They weren't good parents. They didn't do their best. They just scared us into submission so we didn't break their fragile self-image that putting a roof over our heads was not only enough, but gave them carte blanche permission to hurt us whenever they felt like it.
(Sorry if my tags are not safe for everyone, I'm still learning Tumblr but I'm doing my best. I just really wanted to comment on this. 💙)
they need to invent the opposite of an nda called an fda where u have to tell everyone everything
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Confession
The evil wizard who keeps sending his undead army to attack our town hates how I always call him a wizhard.
Wizz harder, magic boy
adhd is fun bc everything I got taught is backwards
a good day makes good sleep
starting with a lil treat gets the work done
More things to do is less overwhelming
don’t make a plan just get in there
you’ll never take good care of what you don’t like so throw it out (this one is my favorite bc it’s easy to see what you don’t like)
Incredible addition
don’t put the thing on the shelf put the shelf under the thing
there is no work there is only fun there is no good it is only done
Part 18 in my weekly poster series of 2025
“I want to go on T, but what if it makes me ugly”
what if it does? Time marches on, it’s not gonna spare you. You’ll grow old, you’ll become ugly, you’ll die. And I won’t let you die in a body that isn’t yours just because the world beat you down and made you prioritize the surface level attractions of people who don’t respect you over your own happiness. Take the shot, become ‘ugly’, I’ll still fucking love you, man.
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if you are bigoted, u aren’t goth, punk, etc. you are just wearing a costume of one and hoping you can get people to believe it’s real when it’s obvious it isn’t.
I'm a softer bitch
Yet I still appreciate and prescribe to the punk aesthetic. I don't look good in the spiked clothing, nor do I have the imposing energy.
So I'm gonna live my life as such- Knowledge Is Power. I will be the most dark academic, knowledge gathering and sharing, prim and proper bitch ass punk you ever did see. With today's day and age, its fucking needed.
(A poem I wrote after a nightmare. CW for shitty childhood themes.) Dear mum & dad I'm sorry I'm sorry you thought I was a disappointment I'm sorry I didn't become the version of me you wanted I'm sorry I'm apologizing the way you taught me Doesn't feel good, does it?
See, the problem with everything I just said Is that my apologies sound more like blame I've tarnished the words "I'm sorry" because I'm not owning up to anything To be sorry is to admit to a mistake But to admit to a mistake Is to admit that you weren't a perfect parent And that's what your self-worth rested on, isn't it?
The foundation our family grew up on Was meticulously designed to be perfect By imperfect hands By human hand Your idyllic, white picket fenced house Was built on your trauma Your relationship built on the fear Of growing old alone
I won't forget you, but I won't forgive you
Growing up, I played Spot the Difference Not in a book with fun images The ones that give you a sense of accomplishment When you find the carrot That the cheeky bunny hid
If there was any salt at the dinner table If there wasn't, it meant mum was too tired of being mum If mum was tired, she didn't want to hear About school or friends or That cool bug we saw So shut up and eat already There were more quiet nights in our house than not
Check to see if there were loud footsteps If there was, dad was mad Time to vacate the house Far enough away that he couldn't find us But close enough that I could intercept if someone got caught I always much preferred it to be me rather than them Just so I didn't have to see them cry
I won't forget you, but I won't forgive you
I want you to know what I mean when I say at that I won't forget you because you made me who I am But I won't forgive you because I now know what it's like to be loved unconditionally I won't forget you because you taught me how to protect myself and loved one But I won't forget you because I learned to protect myself and others from you I won't forget you because, through you, I learned who I wanted to be But I won't forgive you because I want to be everything you couldn't be
You'll never see this You'll never see me heal You'll never see the beautiful, strong and loving person I've become But you'll be here, in my heart You'll be in the part of brain that misses you every day And hopefully, one day, you'll see me and you'll forgive me for saying:
I won't forget you, but I won't forgive you
https://twitter.com/coff33detective/status/1271463582312673281
“make yourselves impossible to ignore. 10,000 signatures on twitter is a lot but 10 unique personal emails is enough to derail an entire council session.”
I was in a city council meeting last week about defunding the police and one of the council members mentioned multiple times that she’d been inundated with calls and emails all that day saying to defund the police.
[ID: Two screenshots of a twitter thread by alex flanigan, anti-fascist @Coff33Detective from June 12, 2020 beginning at 11:25 AM that reads: hi! i work in local government and community management, and i’m here to tell you a secret: it is like, really, really easy to overwhelm the people who work in your local government. especially right now. especially on things they can actionably do or impact.
you may not know this, but i bet your city or town or municipality has a website. i bet that website has some contact forms or email addresses on it. i bet you can use them to put together a message in about 5 minutes! i bet it’s almost as easy as signing a national petition.
which is to say: i’m noticing, like most other people, that the national level discussion on really important and long overdue issues is flagging. but the internet and news cycle is not the only battleground, and you will be pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to—
—fight those battles at home, on your own turf, with much more immediate impact, and they are so, so important.
I am begging you: make my job, and the jobs of people like me, difficult right now. flood us with demands. make yourselves impossible to ignore. 10,000 signatures on twitter is a lot but 10 unique personal emails is enough to derail an entire council session. End ID]
I’ve been a city council observer with the League of Women Voters for nearly a year, and I have witnessed the following:
A few guys voicing their anxiety about speeding on a street where their children play and suggesting a radar speed sign. Despite catching all of two meetings where this was mentioned, I walked back home one day and–yep–there was a radar speed sign up.
A persistent force of 3-5ish loud residents coming to zoning and council meetings because they did not want a drive through style restaurant moving into a particular area where there were already major issues with traffic congestion and safety. This eventually resulted in a Chik-fil-a having its planning proposal shot down by council such that the lot is now likely to house an Aldi. I am getting low cost groceries instead of bigotry chicken in my neighborhood because of a D&D party’s worth of regular speakers.
A turnout of residents shouting down an attempt to reduce the amount of funding for the community Juneteenth celebration until Council backed down. One meeting. Roughly a dozen people + their kids speaking about the significance of the holiday. The celebration ended up having its full funding restored.
In my experience, it is incredibly easy to bully local politicians and get some sort of results, especially in small municipalities. If you have something that you want to see happen at the local level, seriously try to contact your local officials and see what you can make happen.
I single-handedly got them to double the number of chickens you are allowed to keep in my former town.
You genuinely don’t even always have to go to a meeting btw. If you have a Facebook, those council members are in your local Facebook groups.Do you know how easy it is to tag your mayor and go “hey what are you gonna do about this?” over everything? Do you know how often that WORKS?
Pay attention to this.
Government From Above looks easy. Command your followers to do shit and they do it, right?
Except when they don’t. Because all of a sudden their neighbors get in their faces.
Then the whole thing comes apart.
It’s easy for people to think Their Boy and their way of thinking has won, beating the Evil Other Side. They think they can then go back to arguing with their HOA and worrying about the price of eggs.
Teach them otherwise!
Turn up at local political meetings and have those people understand that you’re not just going to roll over and let them have their way. Yell at them. (In words bigger than they were equipped to understand, if you feel that’s the way to go.) Give them to understand that they are not right, and you will be back again to get up their ill-prepared noses about this. And again. And again. (Because they’ll never really be ready for opposition. No one’s taught them that. They’re just cannon fodder, poor things. They were never meant to go into battle.)
People hate looking stupid repeatedly in front of other people. You can tire them out. You can make them give up. You can make them feel there’s no point in it.
Don’t talk yourself out of this. The Goddess of Justice must descend from great heights to effect herself into the works of human beings. Don’t talk yourself out of “your turn in the barrel.” (As some humans have been known to call it.) It won’t last that long. Almost none of your opponents have any staying power. (Remember Punched-in-The-Face-Nazi guy? He had a huge online presence. It took one punch to make him dig a hole and crawl in.)
Let the folks you’re opposing understand that you’re going to keep on doing this every time they show up. Let them get the sense that you’re willing to be unreasonable about this. They’ve been thinking they’re the “sane” ones in this discourse. Teach them that they may possibly be incorrect.
Be persistent. Some of them will never have seen persistence in their lives. (As opposed to repeating somebody else’s talking points over and over again, which isn’t the same thing at all.) True persistence requires creativity! Every day, make a new way to come at them. They will never be able to keep up with you.
If enough of us do this… we can take whole legislative structures back: from the bottom up.
Just from being annoying. :)