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Having to say “I’m a big girl I can buy my own weed” is not a conversion I ever expected to have with my mother but here we are
#mom I’m 27#I can but my own weed#she was saying she can get me deals and it’s like#I appreciate the offer. however do you know how uncool that makes me feel#are u gonna pay for my tattoos and give me a candy for being brave for the needle too#IM A GROWN ADULT#I also use gorl loosely here
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@strangeravatar made a great point
i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make
but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do
ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad
#conclusion: if one of them smokes weed they BOTH get high#but it's a baby's metabolism vs a sun god's so if CELESTIA is zooted spike is DEAD#i also like to imagine rainbow dash becomes quite the philosopher while under the influence#and yes their bong IS zecoras potion bottle from season 4 episode 1/2 thanks for asking#anyways#this is a long ass comic with. minimal payoff. but we're POSTING IT ANYWAY BABES#i couldnt decide if it would be funnier to have zephyr breeze at the end or one of those regular white blue-haired blue-eyed stock guards#i left it as zephyr. the real ones get it#i guess the real ones are everybody who saw season 9 episode 4#but cmon why ELSE do you think celestia would hire that guy#it's cause she's a freak and im calling her out on my tumblr dot com#mlp#mlp fim#mlp friendship is magic#mlp g4#mlp fanart#princess celestia#princess luna#rainbow dash#fluttershy#spike the dragon#zephyr breeze#horse comic#me art#also that font is one i made based off my own handwriting!! im so happy about it#though it does look. exactly like comic sans#idk how to feel about that tbh#wow you can just talk to yourself in the tags forever and no one will even know huh
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actually i'm still thinking about the moral orel finale.
he has a cross on his wall. do you know how much i think about that bc it's a lot.
a lot of stories ((auto)biographical or fictional) centering escape from abusive/fundamentalist christianity result in the lead characters leaving behind christianity entirely. and that makes complete sense! people often grow disillusioned with the associated systems and beliefs, and when it was something used to hurt them or something so inseparable from their abuse that they can't engage with it without hurting, it makes total sense that they would disengage entirely. and sometimes they just figure out that they don't really believe in god/a christian god/etc. a healthy deconstruction process can sometimes look like becoming an atheist or converting to another religion. it's all case by case. (note: i'm sure this happens with other religions as well, i'm just most familiar with christian versions of this phenomenon).
but in orel's case, his faith was one of the few things that actually brought him comfort and joy. he loved god, y'know? genuinely. and he felt loved by god and supported by him when he had no one else. and the abuses he faced were in how the people in his life twisted religion to control others, to run away from themselves, to shield them from others, etc. and often, orel's conflicts with how they acted out christianity come as a direct result of his purer understanding of god/jesus/whatever ("aren't we supposed to be like this/do that?" met with an adult's excuse for their own behavior or the fastest way they could think of to get orel to leave them alone (i.e. orel saying i thought we weren't supposed to lie? and clay saying uhhh it doesn't count if you're lying to yourself)). the little guy played catch with god instead of his dad, like.. his faith was real, and his love was real. and i think it's a good choice to have orel maintain something that was so important to him and such a grounding, comforting force in the midst of. All That Stuff Moralton Was Up To/Put Him Through. being all about jesus was not the problem, in orel's case.
and i know i'm mostly assuming that orel ended up in a healthier, less rigid version of christianity, but i feel like that's something that was hinted at a lot through the series, that that's the direction he'd go. when he meditates during the prayer bee and accepts stephanie's different way to communicate, incorporating elements of buddhism into his faith; when he has his I AM A CHURCH breakdown (removing himself from the institution and realizing he can be like,, the center of his own faith? taking a more individualistic approach? but Truly Going Through It at the same time), his acceptance (...sometimes) of those who are different from him and condemned by the adults of moralton (stephanie (lesbian icon stephanie my beloved), christina (who's like. just a slightly different form of fundie protestant from him), dr chosenberg (the jewish doctor from otherton in holy visage)). his track record on this isn't perfect, but it gets better as orel starts maturing and picking up on what an absolute shitfest moralton is. it's all ways of questioning the things he's been taught, and it makes sense that it would lead to a bigger questioning as he puts those pieces together more. anyway i think part of his growth is weeding out all the lost commandments of his upbringing and focusing on what faith means to him, and what he thinks it should mean. how he wants to see the world and how he wants to treat people and what he thinks is okay and right, and looking to religion for guidance in that, not as like. a way to justify hurting those he's afraid or resentful of, as his role models did.
he's coming to his own conclusions rather than obediently, unquestioningly taking in what others say. but he's still listening to pick out the parts that make sense to him. (edit/note: and it's his compassion and his faith that are the primary motivations for this questioning and revisal process, both of individual cases and, eventually, the final boss that is christianity.) it makes perfect sense as the conclusion to his character arc and it fits the overall approach of the show far better. it's good is what i'm saying.
and i think it's important to show that kind of ending, because that's a pretty common and equally valid result of deconstruction. and i think it cements the show's treatment of christianity as something that's often (and maybe even easily) exploited, but not something inherently bad. something that can be very positive, even. guys he even has a dog he's not afraid of loving anymore. he's not afraid of loving anyone more than jesus and i don't think it's because he loves this dog less than bartholomew (though he was probably far more desperate for healthy affection and companionship when he was younger). i think it's because he figures god would want him to love that dog. he's choosing to believe that god would want him to love and to be happy and to be kind. he's not afraid of loving in the wrong way do you know how cool that is he's taking back control he's taking back something he loves from his abusers im so normal
#i had a really big fundie snark phase a year or two ago so that's part of like. this. but im still not used to actually talking about#religious stuff so if it reads kinda awkwardly uhh forgive me orz idk#maybe it sounds dumb but i like that the message isn't 'religion is evil'. it easily could have been. but i think the show's points about#how fundie wasp culture in particular treats christianity and itself and others would be less poignant if they were like. and jesus sucks#btw >:] like. this feels more nuanced to me. i guess there's probably a way to maintain that nuance with an ultimately anti-christian#piece of media but i think it'd be like. wayy harder and it's difficult for me to imagine that bc i think a lot of it would bleed out into#the tone. + why focus on only These christians when They're All also bad? so you'd get jokes about them in general#and i think that's kinda less funny than orel and doughy screaming and running from catholics lsdkjfldksj#i think the specificity makes it more unique and compelling as comedy and as commentary. but that's just me#like moralton represents a very particular kind of christian community (namely a middle class fundie wasp nest)#you're not gonna be able to get in the weeds as much if you're laughing at/criticizing all christians. but they accomplish it so thoroughly#and WELL in morel and i think that's because it chose a smaller target it can get to dissect more intimately. anyway#moral orel#orel puppington#(OH also when i say wasp here i mean WASP the acronym. as in white anglo-saxon protestsant. in case the term's new to anyone <3)#maybe it's also relevant to say that i'm kindaaaaaaaa loosely vaguely nonspecifically christian. so there's my bias revealed#i was never raised like orel but i like to think i get some of what's going on in there y'know. in that big autistic head of his#but it's not like i can't handle anti-christian/anti-religious media/takes. i'm a big boy and also i v much get why it's out there yknow#christianity in specific has a lot of blood on its hands from its own members and from outsiders and people have a right to hate it for tha#but religion in all its forms can be positive and i appreciate the nuance. like i've said around 20 times. yeah :) <3#(<- fighting for my life to explain things even though my one job is to be the explainer)
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finding a distinct lack of weed related things in fma. I got my posts back so in the spirit of 420 I’m offering this doodle from the other day ‼️ go smoke some weed
#fullmetal alchemist#fma#fmab#fma brotherhood#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood#alphonse elric#edward elric#elric brothers#lou is an artist#anyways. I think uhhhhh. Mustang smokes weed but cannot do anything for himself. he doesn't have a dealer and can't roll for the life of hi#he has to get hawkeye to get him everything. she also rolls for him#and edward and al. al can roll both joints and blunts and ed can barely roll a joint#he rolls the worst little blunts and gets alphonse to pack bowls for him#he can get weed tho. he's friendly enough with most people to know how to get to a weed person from basically anywhere. al cannot.#ALSO I had this really really REALLY stupid idea of like. hohenheim fucking growing weed based on my own dad. in his study or whatever#I thought it was SOOO funny and they try sneaking in bc they're not allowed and BAM. face full of marijuana. funny as fuck to me#uhhhh. idk. I think I'm funny.#also PSA if you don't know already!!! blunts and joints are different bc of the papers they use. blunts have cigar wraps#and joints use cigarette paper !! they also have different techniques ig. I haven't wrapped a blunt but they're supposed to be more#brute forced and joints use more finesse says my brother the in-house stoner. well the main one at least
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Uhm uh uhhh trips and falls and poorly humanizes the evil bird man
RRAAAH I AM WEIRDLY INSANE ABT EZEKIEL FROM NIGHTMARE TIME 2 EPISODE 2. HE IS ALL THAT HAS BEEN ON MY BRAIN!! I thought it'd be silly to make in the Antichrist AU that the Lords brought him back cuz they thought he was silly and they made him a human-sona basically. He's still monotone and weird though. Just now with ADDED HANDSSSS
no one ask how tf I humaned this. idfk.
#starkid#hatchetfield#hatchetverse#starkid fanart#humanization#nightmare time#nmt2#nightmare time 2#ah fuck i tumblr sexy man'd the bird#at least now he can roll his own weed#and he can leave my silly ziggs ALONEEEEE#npmd antichrist au#antichrist au
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i know no one is awake but if you are please be proud of me i’m so brave and strong because instead of writing fic like i really wanted to i sat down for four hours and wrote a fully researched and referenced 1000 word marine bio paper for my last grad school application because it’s due in a few days and i’ve been procrastinating it since january
#i was like i want to write fic and i want to smoke some weed. and instead i did something Good For Me (Long Term)#and now i can submit it and be free of this horror hanging over my head#again all these problems are of my own making. but i am So Relieved i can’t wait to be done with this#n
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Made a ply ball to make this plying less annoying. I still have fiber left to spin, but I've decided to get started on plying anyway.
This is the suffolk/hampshire blend I've been working on, on and off, for the last couple months.
Nearly there.
Also, some snowdrops for your trouble.
#plying on a drop spindle from a ply ball has been my preferred method for plying supported spindle spun singles#work is so hard today#i have like 10 things to do and instead i reorganized the towels drawer and made a ply ball and am gonna go#walk around and ply it and smoke some weed#no idea if i can ply on my rollator#ive been rolling myself around in it/getting pushed by my partner despite knowing not to#its so hard to walk and stand and support my own weight haha.#really need that wheelchair.#anyway...#supported spindle#spinning#handspun yarn#ply ball#suffolk hampshire blend
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U ever think abt how much ruv loves his wife? Bc I do, I do all the time
I DOOO I DOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DO WAY TOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK
#i think he gets sometimes shy and bashful around her in his own way still after years upon years of their relationship…………….#this big rugged murderer with a vicious past being the softest around his wife (with also a vicious past) and would do anythign for her#VOW OR NOT!#i do not blame him whatsoever i too would be entranced by her satinic feminine wiles#now they clean or prepare the sermons or weed and add to the garden together or other mundane shit like that RATTLES MY CAGE let me out#OOOG like i said with a prev ask id love to draw them for this ask but i got a wee burn conveninely on the tip of the finger i use to draw#its not even that bad or anything but once again. SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can anyone tell that i love them yet#ask#anon
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Rakha enters the Counting House's high security vault on a balcony overlooking the main floor. It's an enormous room but mostly empty except for three people standing around a single chest at its center - a dwarf in a fine silk tunic and two guards armored like the ones upstairs.
No sign of Minsc. Jaheira has described him and he is definitely not any of these people.
"It's still... moving..." one of the guards quavers nervously, looking at the chest with an expression of deep anxiety.
Rakha's head tilts to one side and she squints. The chest gives an almost imperceptible twitch.
"Hush your fussing," the dwarf says irritably, pulling a pipe from his pocket and sticking it into his mouth. "Nine-Fingers had this one made especially. That little mouthful will barely slow it down."
(A/N: "Made"? This line raises a lot of questions about mimic biology and reproduction. Also, one of Glitterbeard's guards has Hector's face with an undercut and no beard, but the right eye color more or less, which is amusing me.)
"But the stories..." The guard wrings her hands.
"Stories," the dwarf scoffs. "Tall tales and big names." He pokes his pipe at the other guard, who is looking at his comrade anxiously. "Don't let them fool you, lad. Elminster the archmage. Drizzt the drow exlie. Heroes have power, aye - but not half so much as we do." He flicks his fingers, and Rakha watches with mild interest as fire flares up around his fingers, with which he lights his pipe before inhaling a mouthful of smoke.
"A little coin in the right purse," he murmurs pensively. "A soft word in the right ear. It's not glory that spins these planes, lad. It's gold. See? Now--"
He breaks off abruptly. The chest has given another distinct twitch, and this time its accompanied by a low, moaning growl that sets the hair standing up on the back of Rakha's neck.
She has only a moment to process what's happening, but it's long enough. She's seen this before, a creature disguising itself as a chest - in Grymforge, and in Moonrise Towers. A mimic, Wyll called it. A creature that is mouth and teeth and tongue and very little else, and would have swallowed her whole if she'd let it.
Extrapolation flick-flicks through Rakha's brain like lightning. The visitor logs said Minsc was here only minutes ago, led here by Glitterbeard, the bank's manager. Nine-Fingers said she instructed that he be killed. Jaheira has described Minsc as a behemoth, dangerously violent, and with his own streak of madness to match Rakha's.
There are only so many ways to safely kill such a man. One of them, Rakha imagines, is having him swallowed by a mimic.
Mmmm... whispers the beast in her brain. Too quick. Too clean. No mess left behind to show the deed was done. And yet... perhaps not so easy as they think...
The mimic gives another low moan, its whole body spasming and the eyes embedded in its "wood" flesh opening wide. And then a fist explodes outward from between its teeth.
Blood spatters across the ground. The scent fills Rakha's nose and her vision goes white at the corners. She grips the balcony railing, struggling to regain control, and watches in astonishment as a huge, muscular form uncurls itself from within the mimic's body, ripping its jaw upward with a sickening crack.
The mimic screams and shudders to stillness, its tongue lolling out along the stone floor. Minsc - for certainly this is Minsc - straightens up, his eyes bright with rage as he glares down at the dwarf.
"There is no gold in here!" he bellows, pointing at the dead mimic. With a grunt, he lifts the whole creature up by its tongue and hurls it aside.
"If there is one thing Minsc hates more than beasts with bad breath," he growls. "It is those who are tricksome with the truth."
His head cocks to one side, and then he smiles, showing all of his teeth. "And turnips. But you are no turnip! Let that be a comfort to you in your final moments!"
At Rakha's side, Jaheira laughs suddenly - a sound Rakha has never heard from her before. Every muscle in her body has relaxed with sudden visible relief and her eyes have brightened as she steps forward eagerly. "Meet Minsc!" she says cheerfully. "He still seems very much himself to me."
Rakha grunts. The smell of blood from the eviscerated mimic is still plucking angrily at the strings of her brain, and it is taking most of her available effort to retain control of herself. If this is Minsc, Jaheira can handle the reunion without her.
(Part of her is intrigued, attentive. Just as she has been led to believe, she can already see something of herself in this huge behemoth of a man - the rage and edge of madness in his eyes. The brute force ripping and tearing of flesh and teeth. But there will be time to understand that when she can breathe again.)
Let Jaheira reveal herself.
Jaheira steps forward, letting her boots click loudly against the marble of the floor. Minsc stiffens at once, turning to look up - and his eyes widen, seeing her face.
"You..." he hisses.
There is something strange in his eyes - it does not look like happy recognition. Surely Jaheira sees it too - but just as surely, she doesn't want to. Her smile takes on a forced quality. "Stone Lord?" she calls down teasingly. "Better to call yourself Stone-Head."
(A/N: For once when I say in my writing that there's a long silence, I actually mean it - there was a good fifteen seconds of Jaheira and Minsc just staring at each other with Minsc looking increasingly puzzled. XD )
A long silence passes, during which Minsc's expression shows his inward struggle to parse what Jaheira has said. Then his expression goes very dark, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Your false face does not fool my eyes!" he roars. "I will cut until you look like the monster you are!"
The words resonate inside Rakha's head. The beast keens eagerly. Yes, cut, cut, cut... spill her blood, spill all their blood, rip out their throats and then we shall rip out yours, Minsc of Rashemen--
Jaheira's brief moment of relief has vanished. She has gone utterly still and a muscle is working in her jaw. "Somehow you are making even less sense than usual," she says hoarsely.
And then a voice, all too familiar, echoes across the vault. "Perhaps I can explain!"
It's Jaheira's voice.
And at the far end of the room stands... Jaheira. Or someone who looks like her, at least. Her skin shimmers with the lingering Weave-ripples of the teleportation spell they have seen before, the one used by the Absolutists and the nautiloid. She raises one eyebrow, her lips curled in an unpleasant smirk.
Understanding once again cracks through Rakha like a whip. A shapeshifter - one of Orin's doppelgangers, this time wearing Jaheira's face. But not quite her manner; the smirk is too hard, too cold, and her voice rasps with a disdain that, even in the worst moments, Rakha has never seen from her companion.
"The Stone Lord sees through your lies, shapeshifter!" she barks up at Jaheira. Her voice rings like a bell in the high-ceilinged room. "Count yourself lucky he cannot stay." She turns the sharp edge of her glare down towards the dwarf next to the dead mimic. "Nine-Fingers set a poor trap, little banker. Let the Absolute's faithful show you how it is done."
The Weave rocks. From every corner of the room, figures with weapons and spiked armor shiver out of the dark. Absolutists. Bhaalists. Rakha's staves are out in her hands before she has fully registered what is happening.
"Now come, Stone Lord!" the imposter barks. "We have the gold - and the Absolute has need of it elsewhere."
For a long moment, Minsc does not move, just looks up at Jaheira - the true Jaheira - with narrowed eyes. Then he turns. "As you say, Jaheira," he rumbles. Crossing the room with a few enormous strides, he moves to the imposter's side.
The imposter's smirk widens. And then there's another flash of dark energy, and they're gone, and the cultists begin to close ranks on all sides.
Jaheira has gone very pale with fury and alarm. She pulls her scimitars free, but there is no time for her to do anything but watch as her friend disappears in the Absolutists' company.
"Stlarning shapechangers!" she roars, almost matching Minsc in thunderous volume despite her smaller frame. "Enough - let us deal with these cultists, then find out where they are nesting!"
#bjk plays bg3 durge#rakha the dark urge#miiiiiiiiiinsc#i love his entrance so much#kills me how upsetting this must be for jaheira though :(#i'm really excited for Rakha to get to know Minsc properly#i legitimately think she will kind of see him as a role model#that she can be reckless and violent and a little bit off-kilter and mad#which are all (for better or for worse) part of her fundamental identity - the only one left to her#and still be a good person#she's already started to register aspects of this with aylin and minsc will help solidify it#the mental health journey parallels continue XD#not to get too in the weeds on the metaphor but i remember being oddly scared to really interrogate my own OCD at first#because for better or for worse it was my brain and that was how it worked and in a way my identity was tied into it#and so there has definitely been an aspect of learning that it can be treated and redirected and understood#without changing who i am underneath it or the ways it's shaped me#(i know i know this is just a goofy scene with minsc crawling out of a mimic but here i am rambling anyway XD )
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gods, do I try to dig up any info on the city of Salle in Antiva or do I just make up a bunch of shit and hope no one else tries to fact check me
#did I comb through 8 Little Talons because I had a vague memory of Viago mentioning returning home to a specific city?#yeah yeah I did and he said Salle which on a map that I found of Antiva marks it as a (seemingly) port city south of Treviso#so the de Riva House is not from nor stationed in Treviso and Viago sure is just There#which does make some sense with how he treats Rook#I can't imagine he moved his House to Treviso to deal with the invasion#it'd leave his own city weaker and in danger from it's own invasion or another House trying to oust him#likely only brought enough Crows to form a menacing deterrent to the Crows in Treviso and for his own personal use as agents#and then Rook his protege his annoying half sibling half child who he seems to rely on A Lot in the game#which can either be blamed on Game Mechanics#or! Rook is one of Viago's best Crows and agents despite the absolute chaos goblin that they are#maybe he only brought a handful of people because Rook was supposed to be enough#and then he has to send them away because they fucked up and the Talons want blood at the worst time#it does make me wonder who he left in charge in Salle#is Rook being groomed to take his place or does he have someone else#someone younger but with potential#it compels me#anyways I'm drowning Salle in flowers and no one can stop me (well maybe one google search can but it's almost 3am and I ain't doing that)#really the snag is simply how much older is Viago than Rook and I settled on ~10 year difference give or take#so making Rook the next Talon is nonsense lmao#for my canon! just for me I wanted Renn to be in a similar age range as Lucanis because it squicks me otherwise#I'm chipping away at the events right before the game's opening in the fic and want Renn to be homesick for Salle and not Treviso#and then got too in the weeds about it all lmao as usual#DAV Posting
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i ate'nt dead
Here's a VERY mediocre midnight picture where i managed to lose the reflection on the foil i was photographing while catching it for every other book on the table, but! BUT! I haven't forgotten this all exists. All the binderary books are ready to photograph, as soon as I can scrub the green paint from my fingers, apply new polish to the nails, clean a table, and find a few minutes when I'm not running late for a meeting. This year has been.... so tired and lethargic, but simultaneously, so overstuffed and frantic. Honestly not super into it!!!!
#the other two thirds of my books are on a table across the room#an impossible gap to cross#yes this is misvil at least.... v3. yes i still have all of them. no I haven't finished tooling v2. what about it#this one tho.... so teeny tiny#i should have turned my own tooling graphic into the cricut covers for these tbh#jk im not weeding that#i am NEVER doing half-legal again if I can help it#every part of these was a huge pain#except the snake leather that was a doll
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I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care
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the thing about growing up too fast is that so many people think fondly on their childhood as a time they got to rely on other people and be carefree. but when you were parentified & abused in a poor family, that's just genuinely never a thing. and it's actually like. super depressing & demeaning to know that you've been the only one there for yourself your entire life and that has never changed. like you learned the lesson of "I'm the only one I can rely on to get me out of shit" by the time you were old enough to think
so by the time you're an adult and you do now have to pay your own bills and do your own chores and deal w your own adult life, that's a struggle your peers are just getting used to & can sometimes find exciting and new and doable. but when you've been doing that Forever it's kind of just like
Okay. and when is it my turn to lean on someone? to let someone take the reigns and not have to think? and the answer is, of course, never. because you're an adult Forever now & you didn't get the chance to rely on others as a kid and you're far too responsible Now to stop and let go of responsibilities like some of your peers
heinous
#does this even make sense lmao#it's just like. sometimes I envy people that can fuck off and not do shit#like my sister for example#but that's just genuinely Never been in the cards for me but man it'd be nice to share the burden :)#I just want someone to tell me to go to sleep and they can handle it for like a week#but that's not feasible and it'll never happen so I'm stuck in the endless loop of being there for me As Always#sick of it sick of being an adult sick of relying on myself sick of having to do shit on my own sick OF IIIIIT#ignore me I'm in a mood. yknow what I need. weed.
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sometimes i rly do feel like an oracle. few practical skills or remarkable physical capabilities, but im great at advising people on their problems
#i spejd all day smoking weed and consulting my magical deck of cards#so that my loved ones can come to me with their many relationship issues and i can be like#'that shits wack as hell girl. you gotta say something or shits never gonna get better'#and theyre always like 'thanks roxy ur so emotionally intelligent and ur sense of practicality and perspective is so good'#and then i suck my own dick so hard i turn into an oroboros of girlcock and transcend the physical realm
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projecting my sober woes onto jury
#ooc#((atm stole my money and paypal said they can only get it bafk to me within 48 hours.... guys come on this is embarrassing))#((it was gift money from my bf for weed bc ive been so stressed recently w my mom in the hospital and my own infections))#(( >:'( and i went out to get weed and everything so now my body hurts too))
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by the power of timezones ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!! yay yay yay happy birthday matty hope it’s a good one ♥️♥️
wub wub... thank you..
#21... yayyy I can buy my own weed instead of asking my mom#although frankly. I like my dad's Pennsylvania weed a little better AND it's cheaper. so I might just keep#going through him and his friend with a weed card. ah well. a pointless birthday after all#allgremlinasks#north tag
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