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I love liking your posts its like huggin strangers but less complicated
So frustrating to just have amazing posters disappear from my follow list. Truly the transfem Tumblr experience.
I'll miss you even tho I never knew you, estrogenesis-evangelion.
THEY COULDNT KEEP A BAD BITCH DOWN
FOLLOW THE NEW BLOG. KEEP THE FAITH
So frustrating to just have amazing posters disappear from my follow list. Truly the transfem Tumblr experience.
I'll miss you even tho I never knew you, estrogenesis-evangelion.
Masks 🎭
[remembers that I am the seed of the Light Undying] ahaha ^_^ I shall endure ~ 🌸
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“Is the scene always visual? It can be aural, the frame can be linguistic: I can fall in love with a sentence spoken to me: and not only because it says something which manages to touch my desire, but because of its syntactical turn (framing), which will inhabit me like a memory.”
—
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse
(via of-saudade, textture)
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Necromancers don't want you to know this, but if you want to cast a spell that needs blood, you can use orange juice instead. It works the same.
Similarly if you need to sacrifice a virgin, you can smash a potato and it'll count.
I imagine that, because you can substitute blood for egg in baking, you could substitute egg for blood in casting.
That technically works but you can't use chicken eggs. Not sapient. You'd need a corvid, human, or a dog.
a corvid, human or dog egg?
right, that's what I meant. You can't just use a dog for a spell that needs blood, but a dog's egg will work fine.
Do the eggs have to be isolated or otherwise extracted from the dog? Can I just have an unspayed dog with me and disappear the eggs inside it while casting? Is this considered unethical? What if I'm an evil necromancer about it? (affects union and insurance fees mostly)
you gotta wait for the dog to lay the eggs, yeah. if you try to use a whole dog, it'll fuck the spell right up as you're adding all kinds of unintended elements to the mix.
it's not unethical or evil, it just wouldn't work. a dog with eggs in it is still a dog, and the spell would react like you're using a dog.
What about dog blood?
That works, yeah. As blood for a spell, I mean. It doesn't work as eggs.
They generally don't use human blood in baking and pudding and the such; the go to is pig, and I think cow is sometimes used, dog blood should be fine for baking.
I meant for magic, not for baking.
(The rules are similar in many ways, but they're not the same.)
coconut water is usable as an emergency blood infusion, would it work for spellcasting in a pinch?
of course. But don't mix it up with coconut milk, which is a different thing.
how about coconut blood
That can make a good replacement for eggs when baking, but it has no necromantic uses. I mean, unless you're trying to resurrect a coconut.
doesn't work for cocomelon, trust me.
alas, [the sins of our fathers]
I'll never forget the girl I helped outside the queer event. She was visibly shitty drunk, sitting on a low stone wall, looking sort of confused and lost. I knew that I had to talk to her as soon as I saw her. She told me that she was waiting on her girlfriend. Her girlfriend was supposed to be peeing in a portapotty nearby but, after talking to her about whatever came to mind for a while, nobody came out of the portapotty. After joking that it must have been serious for the second time, I checked, and it was empty. She wanted to go find her, but seemed worried about missing her, so I just sat with her for a while. I gave her a cigarette, and we just talked. When in doubt, stay put and wait to be found, but I wanted her to have company while she waited. We talked about drunk people stuff, it was nice. After a few minutes, the girl I was talking to said "Oh", got up, and started puking into the grass. It happens. I held her braids while she puked, apologizing (it happens) and rubbed her back, reassuring her that I didn't mind at all. Internally, I was laughing at the idea that it would bother me, I'm trained for this sort of thing. A woman walking up the sidewalk saw me, in a dress and heels, holding another girl's hair, rubbing her back, and reassuring her that it was okay and immediately charged over, saying "I'm a medic!!". She tried to ask the girl currently vomiting if she was okay. It happens. The girl said blarghhhh and "Yeah, I'm sorry." I laughed and said, "She will be once she gets it all out", and looked her in the eye while I talked about how everyone pukes like this sometimes, haven't you???? I'll never forget the way that woman went from "protecting girl from man" to "we are helping" simply because I did not prioritize her first reaction. I gave her room to get over herself and a different, more useful way to react. She started taking cues from me, reassuring the vomiting girl that yeah, we've all been there, don't worry at all. I thought it was funny that she went from treating me like a man to asking me if she needs water (yes, thank you, go away). Vomiting girl's girlfriend showed up, at which point the "medic" left, and seemed. Disinterested? It was upsetting how little she seemed to care. She seemed annoyed, honestly. I didn't get the sense that she had been frantically trying to find her partner. I think all the time about how I had to be perfect, trained to act calmly in a crisis, to be safe enough to not be guarded against. How that duty was handed over to the first cis girl to arrive. And how I was the person who most effectively took care of that poor, sad, drunk girl. I hope she's found someone better.
weird how many cultures had a term for “assigned male, but dressed and presented as female and used women’s names and pronouns, but don’t worry they’re NOT actually women, or men, just some third worse thing” and how few had a word for “assigned male, but lived as a woman and was respected.” curious, might be some part of a larger issue at play here.
tfw saris (born wrong/eunuch)
(said shakily, through tears) I'm so cool and nonchalant... i handle criticism so well... I don't need to strive to be the best because I'm already the best... I'm the genius of the century... everyone loves me...
Putting a bloody lace handkerchief in my back pocket to indicate that I'm into Victorian tuberculosis roleplay.
Me: ok now tell me I’m going to get better, but do it in a way that lets me know you’re lying to make both of us feel better. Maybe pretend to cry when you leave the room, also.
My girlfriend: can i please just fuck you already
Due to current events I will be back on my old shit.
I’ve never seen this with the update and it makes it so much funnier
I love that man with all of my heart
i hope this guy got that kiss