punished herd reject arts

my OG Tumblr got yeeted because I made a post about ICE being cunts that 2 whole people saw 🙃🙃 - Leon - 30 - enby (any pronouns)- I do bones

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Howdy, folks!

I don't have too active a following on here any more (or any now lol), so I'm not sure if anyone even noticed I got yeeted. But here's what happened.

Tuesday night, I got an email saying my Tumblr had been deleted due to harassment/sexual harassment. Me, being asexual, went, "Huh, I don't really do sexual anything, let alone harassment. Wonder what happened that made someone pissy enough to report me?"

It has taken until Today to get a response. They said the post I made (on a sideblog with like 15 followers) that got me taken down was in reference to how I don't want to have to do anything about ICE because I hate confrontation, but saying I'll harness all 5'3", 165lbs of my white privilege to keep people from being abducted. As of that last email, they will not be restoring 15 years of art and memories, so that's awesome as fuck. I have photos of my dogs that only exist on Tumblr anymore due to having gone through several phones over the years.

So. Here I am now! I'm back. Fuck the police. Fuck ICE. Fuck Tumblr's bitch ass staff. I'll be following mutuals I remember the usernames of, but, like, who reads usernames on here? I know most of y'all by your avatars 😶

For anyone new: I do bone art and go on hikes. That's about it. I also write a lot in the tags because that's our culture here. I'll be tagging this with the tags I usually use so that anyone who followed before can refollow here. Yay!

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Can't get too close because this part of my yard has currently been taken over by blue mud daubers who don't like me near their nest, but I was finishing mowing and noticed a wheel bug caught in a spider's web. Lucky her (or not; who knows how edible these freaks are) for catching such a large insect. I almost wish I knew someone who does bug pinnings, because these guys are fairly uncommon, and I've never seen a dead one in good shape, so I imagine someone would be very happy to receive it.

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This sunflower plant came from a mix of wildflower seeds. I think it was a mistake for it to be in there, but it's currently my favorite flower in the yard. That's a carpenter bee hanging out near the center, for a size comparison. Bonus points if you can find the cloudless sulphur butterfly.

I will be harvesting all seeds from this flower separately from all the other sunflower seeds I'm collecting in the hopes of being able to grow its children next year.

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Oh my gosh, my landlady's maintenance guy mowed my yard while I was at work 😭😭 I'm sobbing. I've been doing small patches at dusk because it's like 100 degrees and I don't have AC in my house (so I try not to overdo anything when it's this warm, since I can't cool down as easily), and he drove by as I was starting at like 8:30pm last night and waved at me, but I didn't think he'd do this! This guy has saved my ass so many times when it comes to mowing, and I can't even remember his name (but I blame the landlady for this, because she spits out so many names at once that it's hard to remember who is her grandson, who's the farmer, who's the maintenance guy, etc). He didn't do the sides or back, but I'm just so happy that the largest part of the yard is done. I have like 10ft of shade in the front, so getting it done is always exhausting.

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I got blocked by an Etsy seller because their location was listed as somewhere in Ohio, but I was charged in Yuan. So I asked where the item was coming from, and the seller had this whole, "Well, I designed the pieces in China and my business partner in the States makes them." My response was something like, "Girl, everyone knows nothing on Etsy is hand made. This same item is in 40 different shops, but this is the only one I saw saying it shipped from the US. I'm just trying to avoid import fees and whatnot." And then I got 0 notification saying the purchase had been cancelled, so I had to reach out to Etsy to ask about my money. They said there was an open report about misconduct on my end (for hurting someone's feelings that their shit was drop shipped and trying to clarify where it was coming from....), so they closed that, opened one on that seller, and issued my refund (which the seller had neglected to do). I love using the Handmade Items Site. Everything is drop shipped or ai. It's beautiful.

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Shit that happened that no one will ever believe because I don't have it on camera: mowing my grass where the yard floods at dusk. Hit an object (not unusual, as a ton of shit gets washed from the creek to the ditch to my yard). Most of it flies from under the mower, just barely not smashing the passenger side window of a passing truck before smashing to bits in the street. Part of it slams into my ankle, which is luckily booted, so it just hurts like a bitch instead of, like, lacerating my ankle. The other part is partially smashed up in the grass and whatnot that's spitting out on the other side of the mower. Turn it off to see what I just launched at a passing vehicle and myself by mistake. It's a pink Geek Bar.

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I'm not a girl, but goddamn am I a drink girlie

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I ordered a thing that should be showing up tomorrow, but I just got an email saying it's out for delivery. Which means one of the clerks at my job scanned the packages we got in this afternoon for delivery today. Which means I'm gonna be delivering shit that isn't on my manifest. Which means the boss is gonna be in a pissy mood again tomorrow, since everyone is surely home by now and she can't make anyone come in to deliver packages, meaning they'll all be considered failure scans. Yay!

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I was supposed to go look at a car tomorrow, but I sent the listing to my brother (the closest I have to a car guy) and he said it's in such bad shape that he wouldn't trust it to drive up the road, let alone 100 miles back to my house, and in the same 10 minutes my boss texted to say there's a 90% chance I have to work tomorrow. So I told the guy that my plans have changed and I won't be able to make it to check the thing out tomorrow. Said my schedule is probably getting changed last minute, as is the life of a mail carrier. Dude messages back, "Um, ok? It's not just your life that's unpredictable. The whole world is suffering right now." Sent a screenshot to my brother and asked what the fuck just happened. He also does not know.

Anyway. Kinda glad I didn't drive to damn near Kentucky for this vehicle. With a response that strange, I cannot imagine how weird that guy is in person. I think I may have dodged a bullet here.

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I keep seeing videos about doctors not warning people that IUDs are bad. I know I was told mine would feel like bad period cramps, and I've always had cramps so bad they knock me to my knees at times, so I went in thinking, "Oh, I got this shit!" And then it was the second worst pain I've ever felt. And a close second, at that - to fucking BRAIN SURGERY!!!!!! And then they said I was lying and just seeking good pain meds when I couldn't get off the bed, and when my mom and sister showed up to physically carry me out of the office (they wouldn't provide a wheelchair because they said, again, that I was faking how bad the pain was, when in reality I couldn't stand), they told my mom I was a "little drama queen," and my mother and I ended up getting permanently banned from the health department because my mom threatened to kick the doctor's teeth in for saying I was pretending to be in excruciating pain when I was clearly in excruciating pain. Anyway. I 100% believe that anyone who has ever had an IUD inserted without proper medicine should be legally entitled to empty a clip into their doctor. This has been a PSA.

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Alfredo with carrot greens pesto = very good

I wish I'd remembered to put chicken in it, though

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My sister and I went and got dinner earlier, and I stopped by a thrift store near the restaurant on my way home. There was a dude sitting outside the store with a dog and a tip jar. I asked if he needed any supplies, or just money. He said he prefers money, so I left him with the like $10 I had in cash. I asked if he's trying to get anywhere in particular, and he said not really, he's mostly a wanderer. Said he goes wherever his feet or bike take him, maybe stays long enough to get the gist of the area, then moves on. He said he's seen most of the continental US and parts of Canada and Mexico on his own terms. Told me he was a partier in his teens, ended up a homeless addict by 19, and has been wandering ever since. He found the dog in some buttfuck little town on the Florida/Georgia state line and said that's been his best friend for 8 years and they've seen the whole country together. I said I wish I had the balls to let go of society, because I've always felt like my place in the world is walking around and seeing all there is to see, but he said that life isn't for people like me. He said his main motivation for taking in the dog, outside of companionship, is because he's not a huge guy and people have tried to assault him before. He said every woman who wanders is repeatedly raped, and as much as I hate that I fit into that category, societally that is where I often get placed, and even if I don't it's not hard to guess my gender assigned at birth by how I'm shaped, so I know I would be having to deal with that shit. Which is part of why I don't. I've talked to enough people who are homeless or spend their days exploring to know that, if people see you as a woman, you will have violence enacted upon you by men. But I can't imagine how free the lifestyle is. You're not as safe as you'd be in a more normal life, but you're actually free. You aren't burdened by rent payments and worrying about jobs. But you'll also probably just die if anything happens to you, because you don't have insurance, and there is always the chance of starvation or freezing or overheating. I talked with this guy for maybe 20 minutes, and he said, overall, he loves that he is free and can do what he pleases and that he could never become and inside person. He told me that, every now and again, people will get him hotel rooms for the night, but he only stays to be kind. Said he much prefers to be outside, because being inside feels like being caged. I ended up going across the street and getting him a can of dog food and a Gatorade and chips (his request, after I asked again if he needed anything, since it's like 100 degrees out today), but he didn't want a ride or anything, so I left. Very chill dude. Somewhat envious that I can't be doing the same.

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One of my tattoo buddies messaged me saying he's looking to book for an upcoming convention, would I be willing to be a canvas for him for half off. And I can't fucking say no to that! I've had a tattoo in mind that I want him to do for months, and he said he's on board for it. So now I have to figure out how to get a Saturday off so this man can stab me in the leg for several hours and hopefully go home with a trophy for it. So today, I have to lobby my boss to allow me one singular Saturday off in August, and she's probably gonna get pissy about it, but I don't care. I'm gonna get a big ass tattoo for like $400. I'll figure out where that money is coming from later.

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June is thoroughly enjoying the couch foisted upon me by my mother. This girl is straight up drooling on the upholstery.

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Bro, what happens if I have a big swangin' hog? I can't fix this Jeep unless I got a lil willie? I love Appalachian accents, but my god do I love the typos that happen when people spell words the way they pronounce them even more. Pure gold.

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Got to meet a local celebrity today. I've known about this big dangerous friend for a while, but I've only ever seen him on the side of the road during heavy rains. Everyone within half a mile of the creek he crawls out of knows about him. He's well known for scaring small children and grown adults alike, as he hides in tall grass and pops out at the worst possible times. Another one of his specialities is hanging out on the fucking pavement, as he was doing this afternoon.

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My mom called me earlier and said, "Hey, don't be mad at me, but I'm bringing something big over to your house." I asked what it was. She said it was a surprise.

It was a fucking couch. This is the second time she's done this in a year.

But I wasn't home, so she left it on my front porch in the pouring rain, covering it with a trash bag big enough to fit a cow into that I'm assuming she took from work. The couch got soaked through. I've been using a carpet cleaner and hair dryer to pull water out of it for the past 3 hours. I also rearranged my living room.

Which I've been meaning to do anyway, because I didn't realize how bad the sun was in this room when I first moved in.

The best part is, she had no way of stealing my old couch, as I, like most Americans, lock my house when I leave. So now I have a 7ft long couch in my kitchen????? And I know for sure that thrift stores out here don't take couches, because I've asked before. So I just have to hope someone on Craigslist or Facebook can pick it up, because having my trash company take it will cost me $75, and that's currently my only option.

Anyway. My mother is a menace, and were she not facing homelessness right now, I would have been very mad that, once again, she is trying to redecorate my home.