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Not today Justin
oozey mess
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Mike Driver
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@angryblazecoffee
you can turn pretty much anything into a weapon with enough creativity and improvisational skill but a crowbar is one of those pieces of equipment that looks like it was originally designed to be used as a weapon before it was ever a tool in the first place
this thing literally looks like it was designed for a 1920s mob henchman named Trenchcoat Tony to wreck your kneecaps with before someone took a look at it and was like hey what if we used this on buildings
M-M-M-MULTIKILL!
"Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?"
Sure do, no problem!!
"YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?"
I gotcha!! Comin' right up!
"Now that's what I'm talkin' about! But... how about if I'm feeliing like it's the kinda day where I need my clothing to be bifurcated???"
Never fear, joggers are here!
*wild cheering*
/scene
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[description copied from alt text:
A poem titled "Prayer for Werewolves"
by Stephanie Burt.
Someone will probably love you for who you are.
If not, you'll still find friends,
friends who, given time, or given
warning. will probably gather around you, hold your hands,
and wrap you in soft coats and
blankets till the violence
inside your body ends.
Someone will probably love you for who you are,
not just for who you labor to be.
Maybe you're lost in your skin today. Maybe you're burning
and wish you could tear it all off. Please
don't. You are variously
a marvel, an athlete, a wilderness, a source of warmth
and a way to learn from fear.
When you have claws. your claws are yours, your ears
bristle and are yours; your irises
are citrine, pure, and yours. They let you see
through smog and pine thickets and into the future, where
you need no chains to feel secure,
and someone will probably love you for who you are:
then you will know each other's scents
and nuzzle or lope together. But for
now, you have friends,
who are not going anywhere. Please
stay here. /end description]
reblog to chomp the snout of the creature you reblogged from!
reblog to fucking bite the person you reblog from
Reblog to give big naturals to the person you reblogged this from
@error-is-bae bestie I think that's enough now
M-M-M-MULTIKILL!
Respect my trans homies or I'm going to identify as a fucking problem.
The void welcomes all
Book of Shadow - Masterlist
Book of Wisdom
- Rules to live by - Symbolism, Uses and History - Practice and culture
Book of Worship
- Altar and dedication - Pantheons - Representations
Book of Magic
- Rituals - Spells - Work
Book of Self
- Manifesto - Witch - Shadows - Mirrors
Book of Community
-Covens/Circles/Grove -Education -Muses -Discussions
Will update as I go
Inspired by @herecomesthewitch
I want my own little restaurant not some big fancy 5 Michelin star fancy joint I want a little home town dinner that you can be a good neighbor and pay for a meal for someone you don't know that might be going through a hard time I want to have the restaurant that a homeless man knows he can come in and buy a cup of coffee and not be kicked out after an hour I want a place that is safe for the kids that don't fit in to come and be themselves I want to bring people together with my food and I want to make friendships and end toxic ones I want to be a beacon of light in the darkness that I can feel coming I want to be the haven for the broken the beaten and the damned so that if you are alone in the world or even in the moment you know that you can come to my place and be at home and atleast get a good meal to keep you from the darkness because being alone in the dark is the worst thing I have ever known as long as my restaurant stands there will be a place for those that do not belong because you belong with me so from me to you please come home to the place where you belong accept my embrace by stuffing your face and feast for tomorrow is not guaranteed and this may be the feast before your greatest battle
you heard him
Reblog to let the little ghosties in your blog and in your heart
Yes please I need
