Rogue Decisions 💜

Just porn and sometimes pretty pictures. Along with witchy shit. ✌💜

[faie-bae]

A WILD CONCEPT.

[superhighschoollevelgay]

Part 3 of she ra characters as memes/ pictures on my photo album:

She ra:

Wrong Hordak:

Huntara (sOfT):

Kyle, Lonnie, and Rogelio:

Horde clones:

Frosta:

Swift wind (to Adora, supportive bb):

The servants at Blue Moon (probably when Angella and Glimmer argue):

The star siblings:

George and Lance (at Bow):

[morrisondauthor]

Where I’m located outside of Tumblr:

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https://www.wattpad.com/user/morrisondauthor

https://www.pornhub.com/users/mdax88

Tumblr short story directories:

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[morrisondauthor]

[morrisondauthor]

“Chronic Ditch”

          I couldn’t believe I let my best friend Jamal Hunter talk me into ditching school with him. We attended a prep school so I knew the attendance office was going to call my mama and tell her that I wasn’t in school. It was Senior Ditch Day, so the office was gonna have to call over one hundred parents. I didn’t plan on ditching because I knew my mama would flip out on me for it. Jamal was always doing bad shit. One time his stepdad tried to talk his mama into sending him off to a boot camp. Luckily, they decided against it. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without Jamal in it.

          So we hit up Lake Castor where the other seniors were. The football players were cooking food on the grill and people were swimming in the lake. I had to admit, it was fun not being bored at school in those ugly ass uniforms they made us wear all day. Most of us had been prep school kids since kindergarten so we rebelled and got wild whenever we got the opportunity. But on that day, things got very wild.

          “This party is whack,” Jamal said as we sat under a tree drinking punch. “They didn’t even spike the damn punch.”

          “Why do you always gotta complain?” I asked him. “It’s warm out. Fine ass girls are walking around in bikinis. I’m glad we’re here and not in Mrs. Brummel’s boring ass English class right now.”

          “Man, fuck this party. I got something at my house that’s way better than this party.”

          “Like what?”

          “Weed, bro. I got some weed.”

          I’d never smoked weed before. I’d never even drank alcohol before. My whole family was very conservative and when my dad died, my mama became super conservative and barely let me do anything. I couldn’t date girls unless she met them first and even then, I couldn’t take them anywhere because my mama wasn’t getting me a car until after I graduated. I didn’t hate my life but I wasn’t happy. So when Jamal mentioned weed; of course, I was down for trying it.

          “Are you really gonna smoke with me?” he asked me as he drove us away from the lake in his Lexus.

          “Yeah, man,” I replied. “But if it’s bad I’m not gonna keep smoking it.”

          “It ain’t bad. I blaze up all the time.”

          “I’ve never seen you do it.”

          “There’s a lot of shit you’ve never seen me do.”

                                         Me (Anthony Gilbert)

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[stimman3000]

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[static-behind-green-eyes]

That’s such a hauntingly beautiful sound.

[begitalarcos]

@thosetwistedtales

[tarysande]

Some things I’m learning on this personal ADHD-diagnosis journey:

Some doctors will dismiss you when you admit that, yes, you got straight As in school and were never a classroom disturbance. 

But that doesn’t erase the truth:

I got straight As because I liked school, liked learning, and wasn’t bored.

When I was bored in the classroom, I wrote novels instead of paying attention; that was quiet. I daydreamed all the time; so quiet. After being caught at this once or twice, my ADHD-sensitivity to criticism (rejection sensitivity dysphoria) clicked in and I realized if I answered a question at the beginning of class, the teacher would ignore me for the rest and never put me on the spot. I slipped headphones under my long hair and listened to CDs. Do you know how many times I listened to Tori Amos’s “Winter” on repeat in math class? How many times I invented “Student Council business” to get out of a class that was boring me to rage or tears? Do they care that, even though you got straight As, you missed more than a month of school days in your senior year because you just couldn’t deal with it anymore?

(Absences, I learned, mean nothing if you have straight As. Lies about how you spend your time mean nothing. Listening to the same song over and over and over to drown out the boredom means nothing.)

They don’t ask if all those papers and assignments that got those good grades were completed in a panic the night before after breaking down crying because how could I be so stupid, I knew this was going to happen, why can’t I stop procrastinating, why can’t I just have more willpower, why I am I such a failure? They don’t ask if you can’t finish work without a deadline, and that if the deadline is too vague or far away it means nothing except that you have longer to procrastinate until you panic. They don’t ask how many times you’ve started something and been unable to finish even though you want to, you really really want to. But you can’t. You know it doesn’t make sense. Knowing changes nothing.

Did you get bad grades? Were you a classroom disturbance? What were your report cards like?

They don’t ask if you’re living up to your potential. They don’t ask if knowing you’re not living up to your potential is the slow poison that taints every other aspect of your life.

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Some doctors will say, “ADHD involves impulsivity. Were you promiscuous, did you have problems with drugs or alcohol?” And you will say, “No.” They will dismiss you.

They will not ask if you have a history of overspending, of impulse buying even when your brain says, “Sweetheart, you know you can’t afford that.” They won’t ask if you’re able to be patient when you want attention or feedback or praise. They won’t ask if you’ve pretended that some new piece of clothing was older, or bought second-hand. They won’t ask how much of those university loans you spent not on tuition, but on feeding the pleasure center of your brain that just wants more. More pretty dresses, more video games, more chocolate.

They will not ask how much time you spend on the internet, refreshing pages because you just can’t focus on anything else, and refreshing pages is easy, and might mean a little dopamine hit. They will not ask about the intensity of your interests. When you say the word “hyperfixation” they look uncomfortable, like you know a word you’re not supposed to know. Like they might have to take you seriously.

They’ll still dismiss you, though. You got good grades, you’re put together, you’re not fidgeting.

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Some doctors will interrupt you when you’re trying to explain something, and yes, your explanation involves 23 diversions because you’re trying to really explain it. Really explain it so they understand. They will hold up a hand. They will snap, “Stop talking,” and your rejection-sensitive dysphoria will cripple you. You will want to vomit. You will start to cry and pretend you’re not crying. They will say, “I think you have anxiety, take these drugs. They will say, you are depressed, take these ones.” They will not listen when you say, “But the anxiety and depression have a common root; why won’t you listen to me?” They will not listen when you say, “Why are you treating the symptoms but not the underlying cause?”

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Some doctors will treat you like you’re a drug-seeker, especially if you come in with too much knowledge (because you like learning, because you’ve always liked learning, because maybe you can’t control much of anything but you can read, read, read and cling to that knowledge like a lifeline; you can always be clever. You can always be smart. Less rejection that way.). They may narrow their eyes like you want medication for a nefarious purpose when all you really want is to be able to turn the key in the ignition and start the car. The car is good; there’s nothing mechanically wrong. The tank is full. But without a key, you cannot turn the damn thing on. And because your brain is not always your ally in these things, it whispers, “You’re imagining this. You have the key. It’s in your pocket. Just take it out.” But you don’t have a pocket. You don’t have a key. Telling yourself you do, you just need to find it, just need to manufacture it out of thin air does not make it true.

I’ve learned that to get help, the right kind of help, you sometimes have to turn yourself inside out. You have to somehow accomplish the things your condition makes most difficult: you must accept rejection, you must persevere beyond what you think possible, you must stand up for yourself over and over and get used to disagreeing with people trying to dismiss you, you must not let yourself be silenced.

I have a doctor who is listening to me now. It’s slow-going. It’s frustrating. It’s hard. The last year–more–of trying to make myself understood has been exhausting. But then, hasn’t my whole life been exhausting? Of course it has. I got good grades, I wasn’t a classroom disturbance. No one knew I was suffering. I slipped through the cracks.

The car’s been sitting idle a long time. I’ve probably done some damage to the clutch. But maybe I have a key. Maybe the car will shudder to life when I turn it.

[pr1nceshawn]

Taking Public Transit: Day 1 vs Day 101.

[republicansareahategroup]

I don’t get the last one e.e

[museumnelson]

If it is empty and the other cars are full there is a reason you don’t want to learn that reason

[aprillikesthings]

^^^^^ 

[shadovvlurking]

i’m simple….this is my fav character dynamic

alternatively 

[ubeshibe]

Both great, but may I add another variation

[smokbeast-deactivated20221113]

but have y’all considered-

[especially]

[themori-witch]

“Sephora will start selling entry-level witch kits in October.”

All right witches, listen up.

Sephora is to begin selling a “witch kit” next month featuring a tarot deck, fragrances, a sage bundle, and a rose quartz crystal for $42.

I think it’s wonderful that witchcraft is making a resurgence, but what I don’t think is wonderful, is that a huge corporation like Sephora is trying to tap into this market.

Why don’t I like it?

Because Sephora has their fingers in enough pies and generates over $4,000,000,000 in revenue per year.

Because witchcraft produce and supplies should be provided by people with knowledge on the practise(s) and who care enough to make sure their products are ethical, of a high quality, and non-appropriative.

Because Sephora will be stealing business from actual witchcraft and occult centric shops who likely don’t make huge sums of money anyway due to the niche nature of the market.

Because Sephora doesn’t need the fucking money!

So, I urge you to share this post and refrain from purchasing this “entry-level” witch kit (and any future witchcraft related product) from Sephora. Instead, support small, witch-owned businesses. We need you and we’ve got your backs.

Here is a list of shops owned by witches. Check it out!

[morgans-mystics]

You can’t define who is a witch and who is not

The witch that goes all out and does intense ritual work and magick everyday, is a witch.

The witch whom only does magick in emergencies or once in a blue moon, is a witch.

The witch who quietly whispers their spells and uses only their mind to manipulate energy, is a witch

A witch who knows everything there is to know on a witchcraft topic but never does spell work or magick themselves, is a witch.

A witch who knows nothing about witchcraft and hasn’t done magick yet but wants to, is a witch

The witch that does witchcraft everyday without knowing it, is a witch…Or just a person if they don’t desire the title. (And that’s ok!)

The witch who curses when wronged, is a witch

The witch who doesn’t believe in cursing, is a witch

The witch who follows a religious path, is a witch

The witch who follows no religion, is a witch

The witch that worships Gods, is a witch

The witch whom worships no one, is a witch

A witch that follows a group or coven, is a witch

A witch whom is solitary, is a witch

The witch that follows a specific way of witchcraft, is a witch

A witch that just does whatever they feel like and has no specific craft, is a witch

A witch that can’t do certain witchcraft because of a disability, is a witch

A witch who is old and wise with years of age on her skin, is a witch

A witch who is young and naive about the world and her craft, is a witch

A person with a penis whom calls themselves a witch instead of wizard, is a witch

A witch that loves sex and celebrates the creation of life through sex, is a witch

A witch whom isn’t sexual and values life without the creation process, is a witch

A witch that is broke and can’t afford to buy witchy thing for their craft, is a witch

A witch on a more negative or forceful path, is a witch

A witch on a passive or positive path, is a witch

The witch that wears all black and whom everyone already suspects is a witch, is a witch

So is the one wearing pink and flower crowns, they are also a witch

A witch, is a witch, is a witch.

Blood, age, color, background, knowledge, gender, or skill level means nothing.

You cannot define witchcraft or a witch. One person’s ‘imagination’ is another persons magick. One person’s ‘prayer’ is another persons invoking ritual. A person wishing upon a shooting star or making a wish on a dandelion is one persons hope and wishful thinking and another persons will to make something happen.

Know this. Remember this. Respect this.

[stellaruesonlinebookofshadows]

So, I just had a thought about how I haven’t been a good witch lately, and as soon as that thought was done crossing my mind, this popped up… 

[tuflii]

When you not prepared to get pussy...

Me: Masturbates multiple times in 1 day out of boredom😒  

(Later on that day, Took a Shower, now chilling with homies)

Me: (Gets a Call from GF)

GF: Want to come over so we can have sexy time? 😏😊

Me: Nah babe, I’m good, we can just chill another time. 

GF: What bitch you been fucking?! I’m about to come over & smell your dick! Is my pussy not good enough?! 🔪🚬👿 

Me: oh my god… 

GF: THATS WHAT THAT OTHER BITCH HAD U SAYING, ILL FUCKING KILL YOU BOTH! IM OMW!!😡 

Me: Bruuuuh just chill it ain’t like that, 😕 

GF: I’m outside, open the door! 

Me: (sends homie outside to tell her calm down)

Homie: 

Gf: 

Homie: I tried man, you have to face her now…

Me: (Opens the door)

Me : Oh My Fuck….

All because i kept my hands to myself…

GF: I just wanna talk babe

Me: Nah I’m good (runs back in the house)

GF: (Busts the door down)

GF: Give me my dick right now

Me: (Dick gets hard but is still sore from earlier)

My Dick: We were not prepared for this!, but we have no choice…

Me: Lets get it!

[6sage]

😂😂😂😂😂😂

[getoutoftherobotxaviii]

this deserves a thousand reblogs

[qui34]

😂😂😂

[killchery]

😂😂😂😂

[sweetmalkah]

The best post on here 😂😂

[ayoflav]

Funny every time I see it lol

[machine-dove]

Reblog if you’re PRO GUN-CONTROL, PRO WITCHCRAFT, or just REALLY HATE THE NRA

[irrevocably-delicious]

Hey what’s up, that HTTYD 3 poster got me fucked up

So this official poster has been released for How To Train Your Dragon 3 and it has left me with… opinions. 

My first initial reaction was excitement! Oh hell yeah HTTYD 3 is coming out! I adored the first two! But then i saw…

SIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH I knew immediately that this was most likely a female night fury and fuck yeah shit fuck it is which is so disappointing. I could write a huge essay on how female characters are portrayed in media. I could write a massive blog about smurfette syndrome and how female characters are always just a pink, soft version of their male counterparts, or how female animal or anthro characters still have to fall into society’s beauty standards so we do crazy things like give ducks tits or large eyelashes. 

I COULD talk about why these things occur, and how this is a worrying reflection of how society views human females, that males are the default and females are the other… but I’m not going to do that TODAY.

Hi my name is India and not only do I have an animation degree, but I also have a degree in animal and veterinary science.

This design doesn’t just insult me as an animator. This design insults me as a scientist. 

Let’s begin. 

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[murmaiden-blog1]

The Elements and their correspondences

E A R T H

Earth represents strength, grounding, prosperity, the material, wealth, success, foundations, death and rebirth. Focus on this element if the goal of your spell is about fertility, prosperity, business or stability. Earth spells may take longer to work, but they’re also more firm and are good if you’re looking for long-term solutions.

GENDER: Feminine SEASON: Winter DIRECTION: North HOUR: Night

COLOURS: Green, Brown, Black ANIMALS: Bears, Deers, Wolves, Badgers HERBS/PLANTS: Ivy, Ash, Vetiver, Wheats, Oats INSTRUMENTS: Drums (Percussion instruments)

STAR SIGNS: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn STONES/GEMS: Jade, Onyx, Emerald, Salt RITUAL TOOLS: Stones, Dirt, Bones, Pentacle, Salt, Crystals  RITUAL FORMS: Burying, Planting, Imprinting to soil or sand TAROT SUIT: Pentacles

A I R

Air represents intellect and the mind, wisdom, knowledge; logic as well as abstract thought, intuition and higher consciousness. If you’re seeking freedom, travels, or to enhance your memory and focus - focus on Air spells! Air is whimsical and amiable, personally I haven’t found it useful for more serious spells, but it does wonders for my studies. 

GENDER: Masculine SEASON: Spring DIRECTION: East HOUR: Dawn

COLOURS: Yellow, White, Sky Blue, Pastels ANIMALS: Birds, Spiders, Butterflies HERBS/PLANTS: Lavender, Birch, Vervain, Dill, Aspen INSTRUMENTS: Flute (Wind instruments)

STAR SIGNS: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius STONES/GEMS: Amethyst, Opal, Alexandrite, Beryl RITUAL TOOLS: Incense, Wand RITUAL FORMS: Fanning, Tossing into air, Suspending in a high place  TAROT SUIT: Swords

F I R E

Fire represents energy, passion, purification, love, inspiration, desire, will, courage, power, leadership, sexuality. In spellcraft, focusing on Fire is good for purification, healing and love spells; it’s the best element for quick, strong spells. Although, Fire is fierce in essence, and Fire spells are susceptible - they should be well thought out.

GENDER: Masculine SEASON: Summer DIRECTION: South HOUR: Noon

COLOURS: Red, Orange, Gold ANIMALS: Snakes, Lions, Horses HERBS/PLANTS: Cacti, Cinnamon, Pepper, Basil INSTRUMENTS: Guitar (Stringed instruments)

STAR SIGNS: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius STONES/GEMS: Amber, Citrine, Ruby, Tiger’s Eye RITUAL TOOLS: Athame, Candles RITUAL FORMS: Burning, Smouldering, Heating TAROT SUIT: Wands

W A T E R

Water represents purification as well; though it’s focused more on the soul and the subconscious rather than the physical, material world. Water stands for emotion, intuition, wisdom, eternal movement, reflection, lunar energy. Focusing on the Water element is good for psychic abilities, getting in tune with your inner self, mysteries, friendships, love, dreams and sleep.

GENDER: Feminine SEASON: Autumn DIRECTION: West HOUR: Dusk

COLOURS: Blue, Indigo, Silver ANIMALS: Otters, Fish, Sea Mammals, Frogs HERBS/PLANTS: Lotus, Water Lilies, Aloe, Gardenia INSTRUMENTS: Cymbal, Bell (Resonant instruments)

STAR SIGNS: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces STONES/GEMS: Moonstone, Aquamarine, Pearl RITUAL TOOLS: Cauldrons, Chalices, Seashells RITUAL FORMS: Diluting, Placing into water, washing away, bathing TAROT SUIT: Cups

[sorceressofstarlitforest]

🚫💔Bound from Breaking Hearts Binding Spell🚫💔

🚫Purpose: To stop someone from continually causing you pain, specifically, a broken heart.

What You’ll Need:

📜Paper

🖋Pen

⚫️Black string

🍯Jar

⚪️Salt

🌱Rosemary

❤️Steps:

On a piece of paper, write the name of your target.

Fold the paper three times.

Wrap the paper completely with black string.

Place the paper inside the jar.

Sprinkle a circle of salt and rosemary around the jar.

Say:

“I bind you, (insert target’s name here) from causing my heart any further pain. You shall no longer be my bane. Inside this circle, you will stay, Until you see the error of your ways. May the salt protect me from your harm and neglect, and rosemary only allow you to send out love and respect.”

7. Gather the rosemary and salt, and place it in the jar, on top of the paper wrapped in string.  8. Seal the jar shut. 9. Place the jar in a safe and hidden place.

[spellboundwitchcraft]

Me: Wow, I’m feeling really motivated and witchy today. I should actually do something with that.

Me: *sits crosslegged in front of altar and stares at it for ten minutes*

Me: Ah, yes. Witchcraft.