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@brunt-f-c-a
before you proceed with whatever senseless shit you are about to place in my ask box
i do not tolerate terfs and other low-grade trash i will treat you like your father in that you will not get the attention you are pitifully begging for you will get a swift kick in the ass of my blog and should i answer know my anons are off so i hope you truly do have the courage you think you do y'all take care now....
Edit: dont bring dumb discourse into my dms. Please. I dont care.
I think about this cake every day
sorry for exposing your tags but this is hilarious
OP, I hope you donāt mind me making an addition:
When I turned 17, we ordered a cake at the grocery store for my party, as weād done many times before. If you wanted something written on the cake youād write it into a section of the order form. We requested, very simply, āHappy Birthday Courtneyā. When we went to pick it up the day of the party, this is what we got.
The bakery employees had absolutely no explanation for this. The order form, attached to the box, very clearly did not contain any of those extra names. Whomever had done the writing was no longer in, so there was no one to ask how this had happened. The fact that the name āJuanā is misspelled bewilders me to this day. (Iāve never seen āMileyā without the E, either, but itās believable that someone might spell it that way.) Did this cake slip in from an alternate universe where Iām one quarter of a set of Hispanic quadruplets? Dyslexic Hispanic quadruplets, maybe?
This cake became the focal point of my party. At least two of my friends regularly called me āCourtney Mily Jaun Pabloā for years to come. My siblings and I still reference it sometimes, eleven years later. It is probably the funniest thing ever to occur at any birthday celebration of my life, and may well remain so for the rest of my days.
I love a botched cake.
one time me and some pals spotted one of those big cookie cakes in a store. it was done up with red icing and little X's for kisses and in the middle it said
No One Like You
now, it took us a while to realise it meant "(there is) no one like you". at first, we all parsed it as a botched "no one like(s) you"
for ages after when we'd wind each other up we'd declare "NO ONE LIKE YOU ā¹ļøš"
I just feel like it's important to post the Sacred Texts
The Cake Wrecks blog is one that I miss.
wha t if oregon trail was called wagon age: oregons
This made me so angry the first time I saw it Iām reblogging it again.
happy 10 years to wagon age oregons
and if i say something
Everyone except me is wrong about The Character
And my beloved mutual who fills a sort of "scheming advisor" role in my opinions about The Character
Never fuck with people dressed in the old, classic wizard style (blue robes, yellow/gold accents, crescent moons, stars). The only type of wizards that dress like that have either been wizards for a year and want to emulate the greats, or have been doing godlike cosmic manipulation for two thousand years, and if you accidentally mess with the latter one you end up trapped in a mirror orbiting Jupiter for untold millenia.
this realm has changed so much, it's so sad to see that children are not interested in the dark arts anymore. in my millenia, i'd see them in the library researching old religions, the hellish crusades, witchcraft. nowadays they spend their day on SpellTok researching looksmaxxing.
they don't even know what The Fog is anymore....
Girl when I tell you my life flashed before my eyes
what if you told someone you liked their shoelaces while you were on your knees blowing them in a bathroom stall and they told you that they stole them from the president
You bitches really wonāt let me catch a fucking break huh
high as fuck lowballing never worn baby shoe listings
news is looking pretty good lately
I have no explanation for this other than it's what pops into my head whenever I hear this on the radio
Oh š½šāš! You didnāt tell me you had a beast in your home. Youāve got a little goggyee. Eh- BOGGY. A poopy dog. A buppy- a little š¹šš¶š¾š¼ššŗ ĘOĘGGŠ£. Iāve never seen a reell dog before! We only have LegoĀ® Dogs on LegoĀ® Island. šŖš½! Oh FUCK! Oh fuck nooo! This red bastardās got teeth! Sharp teethh. Heās going to tear me into little LegoĀ® pieces. Iāve never been so scared in my life! WHAT THE FUCK this is like a jumpscare from Five Fuckers at Uncle Festers. GET ME THEĀ š½šāšĀ OUT OF HERE!
Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.
You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.
hug ur shizun!
