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Acquired Stardust
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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we're not kids anymore.
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@tomatomarrow
delivered another slice of cheese 7 miles across town this job is very tough but they pay me in so many corn dogs
well? have you tried your yummy treats yet? how are they?
closed my eyes when i took a bite into all 40 at once with my bigteeth and when I opened them again i had such a beautiful view
WOW I AM INCREDIBLE. I AM MADE OF BLOOD AND ELECTRICITY AND I CHANGE THE WORLD ALL THE TIME. VERY COOL
Hey folks :} I'm about to be between jobs and $'s already tight, so if a little witchery from a trans woman with Brain Stuff would brighten your day, I'm offering up three-card tarot readings from any of my decks for ten bucks (păypąI @ threetinygods; if you see an angry tomato, you're in the right place).
Your options are: the Thoth Tarot (classic, my reference deck), the Barbieri Tarot (ostensibly a Rider-Waite analogue, Heavy Metal-esque fantasy style), the Shadowscapes Tarot (elegant, packed with faeries), the Santa Muerte Tarot (skeletons! gorgeous deck), the Homestuck Tarot (yeah, I see you there in the back, don't be shy), the Uncommon Tarot (collagey, lots of people, the deck I've used the least), the Vitriolic Tarot (minimalist, alchemy-based, really cool deck BUT it's only the Major Arcana), the Wild Unknown Tarot (modern classic, nice if you don't wanna look at people), and the Slow Holler Tarot (my personal favorite, southern & queer).
I've studied tarot for the past ten years & have hosted tarot booths at conventions. I'll give you a breakdown of each card in the spread & an interpretation of the reading as a whole, using one or more frameworks for the three-card model. Send me an ask with your query* and your deck of choice & I'll answer it privately, or if you prefer an email, I can do that too.
* You don't have to include a query if you don't want to, but I'll be able to give you a more specific interpretation if you do.
Thank you for reading! :}
Hello hello hello hello hello hello, back at it again cuz the young disabled trans girl who calls me mom is moving to a place where it's safer to be those things & I'm covering as many of her expenses as I can <3 I gave away my Wild Unknown deck last year but the rest are still on the table.
genuinely the best commission gimmick ive ever thought of
My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
do they smoke weed?
Yes, actually.
you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette?
It’s called a bunt…. Not weed cigarette… And yes, it is a weed bunt. They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss. (They are my girlfriends,)
They don’t look like they smoke weed.
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You. I’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad.
Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly. The one in the middle.
I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp…. Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat(tattoo) I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING
Well that escalated quickly……
What, was that? Hmm? Come again. *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory, they aren’t worth it, please. * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yell. The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder. I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying. BREAKING POINT. The week was hard and I can’t take anymore. I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body*
haha oh my god
who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes.
love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS”, “THEY ALL KISS ME”, and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR”.
and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat”, or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside [his] home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again”, and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING”.
“the goo pile that is now your body”
i’m dying over here, jesus
please, Jory, come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms; i promise, it’ll be fun.
*shoots you dead* Heh, idiot… *leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss.*
this dude playin omg
Come again? *The bar falls silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bar, not looking back to you. One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head. I repeat the question, this time louder.* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words, the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out. I’m clearly intoxicated. A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way. Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth. His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself. A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something, but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor, and leave. But not you. You stand, petrified. A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar. You look to the exit, there’s still time. But there’s not, there’s not, there’s not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth.* Mother fuck.. what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you. I look a mess. My hair is unkempt, I haven’t shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes, my shirt is stained and has holes in it, and I’m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you, you think of your family… Will they mourn you, or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity, that their child insulted the Jory publicly, ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pull you even closer.* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck. No playing… it was real.. the realest thing I’ve ever know.. felt… Love. I loved them… Blaiz…. Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back.* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger.* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You close your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. ‘Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude.’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively. But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours. Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness.* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob.* Wow, grow up. *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact.*
Happy 420
A lil bit greasy
30 things I like about Theo for his special day
@practicallyeffected
1. He’s the most generous person, with his time and energy and presence and everything he’s got
2. He’s totally unselfish. It’s like scary how unselfish he can be.
3. He loves sweeter and harder than anyone I know.
4. He is really funny
5. He has the best laugh and the best smile
6. He is incredibly brave
7. He is wildly creative
8. He knows how to keep a level head and is stable for those who need him
9. He is too good for this world and I couldn’t imagine life without him
10. He has fucking fantastic style
11. He is so talented at whatever his heart is into
12. He probably has a handful of great podcasts he could recommend to you personally (and horror movies)
13. He is incredibly gentle and simultaneously strong. It’s impossible not to feel safe around him
14. He has the best dance move
15. He knows how to live in a moment and make the most of it
16. He is so good with all types of people from all walks of life
17. He is forever youthful at heart
18. He is great for a meaningful discussion or silly banter
19. He’s sexy
20. He’s whimsical and edgy (how is that even possible?)
21. He takes care what he loves
22. He makes the best food
23. He gives the best presents
24. He is the the perfect cat daddy
25. He takes the time to make people feel seen
26. He keeps a great home
27. He doesn’t back down from adventure
28. He always has the best practical advice when you need it
29. He taught me how to love better, sweeter, harder
30. He is who I think of when I’m trying to figure out how to be a better human in the world.
Happy Birthday, cute & crazy! What a totally normal guy.
I can’t believe I didn’t see this when you posted it it but Oh My Goodness you are so kind to me ❤️ I’m so grateful
oh my god I just realized this is the year people will stop being born and stop aging and stop dying
Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong. Something is terribly wrong.
I put a smell on you.
And the Devil only ever gets one moment. For revenge, for love, for “please see me.”
Tomie by Leriehane on reddit.
carly rae jepsen is throwing bricks at my house but what am i gonna do, stop her?
Shes just making it stronger by increasing the total amount of bricks. Shes saving your life
Queen of throwing bricks and saving my life
i love revachol so much i letterpressed her
It’s five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. I’ve never seen so many trees in my life. As W.C. Fields would say, “I’d rather be here than Philadelphia.”
TWIN PEAKS: Pilot (1990) dir. David Lynch
COOP! AGENT DALE COOPER! I NEED YOU TO GO TO A PLACE CALLED SILENT HILL. ITS A LONG STORY I’LL FILL YOU IN AS YOU GET HERE BUT COOP SOME VERY STRANGE STUFF IS HAPPENING. NOW IM NOT SURE HOW I GOT HERE MYSELF BUT IM SEEING WEIRD THINGS THAT CORRELATE TO MY DAILY LIFE. THEYRE SAYING SOMEONE IS WAITING FOR ME IN OUR SPECIAL PLACE. I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THIS MEANS AND I DONT THINK THEY WILL BE TOO HAPPY ABOUT THIS DOWN IN WASHINGTON.
