you may call me Juice !! i'm 25 & a trans masc enby; i use they/them.
im an artist that likes to dabble in a lot of stuff, some of which ill post !!
i mostly just reblog a lot of random shit i find. i tend to be into a lot of cartoons and the occasional sitcom. i also play a small handful of video games
under the cut here are my side blogs, along with my commonly used tags for this blog. feel free to look! if not, thank you for reading and i hope your day is lovely :>
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COMMONLY USED TAGS:
#fear me - my post tag, it's mostly vents tbh. but all of my personally made posts are there, if you need to find any for some reason
#cool art - tag for reblogged art, any (modern) art that i enjoy and might even find inspiration from
#my art - my personally made art. i dont post as much as i would like, but it's there!
#ref - reference pictures for art + whatever else i feel may be interesting to come back to
#fave - my favorite posts!
SIDE BLOGS:
juicething is my art blog !!!!
green-bowtie is for MLP content, primarily g3 and before, but g4 is present
toyfreak is an overall aesthetic blog, i reblog every photo/gif that i deem pretty <33 (my most active + favorite side blog)
Omg the sweetest girl in the whole world sent me a friend request a bit too early into the relationship. Denied. Going on my list of sickening desperate fools.
if you see hardware on yhe ground like a washer or a hex nut you have to pick it up because it’s lonely and scared. if you see any metal on the ground you have to pick it up because it’s alone and scared and lonely.
Hello. Since I've seen people submit finished wheels, I thought I'd submit a wheel I came up with. In this case, it's a wheel to tell you something that you can't do for a week.
are people talking about the labor conditions at Taylor Farms yet? like the fact they use enslaved prisoners in their facilities?
are we drawing the connection between worker safety and consumer safety & public health yet?
are people demanding to see the conditions in this place that keeps making us sick? why are the enslaved workers not having the time to use the bathroom or to rest when ill? very few people would shit in front of their coworkers given any choice at all.
ok so I looked it up, and it turns out they made a track out of PVC pipes, down a hill. The owner didn't realise PVC expanded in the heat, so on a turn the track just fell apart and the dude inside went over a fucking free way and into a swamp.
The funniest part is that the inspector was watching the whole time, and once the ball stopped he left without saying anything. Park management just shut it down then and there.
"The ball cleared a small hill, briefly going airborne, then zipped right across Route 94, the two-lane road splitting the park. Cars honked and slammed on their brakes. If there had been opposing traffic, Frank would have become part of a real-life game of Pong, volleying from one bumper to another.
Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.
Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.
We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."
I don't know that this beats the teeth story, but it's pretty great.
I have to trick King into thinking that we're walking around for a reason (that isn't exercise) or else he'll plant his feet in and refuse to move until we go in a "productive" direction
I must walk with a very strong aura of purpose and occasionally feign interest in an item on the shelves. We can't walk the same aisle more than once or twice or else he'll become suspicious
