#No Divinity

[welleducatedinfant]

last night I watched one of my favorite local hardcore frontmen get the mic cord hopelessly tangled in the carabiner on his belt loop and spend half a song hopping around trying to fix it

[alleesaur]

casual blue crab miku doodle

[dio7r]

[mild-goth-sauce]

An informational comic I drew last year for my Comics 2 class, reposting it to my new account (had to jump ship from the old one unfortunately) with some minor grammar changes and learned my lesson in adding watermarks! Happy early pride :)

[pocketss]

mmm soob

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

[hamoodmood]

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[daughterofchaosstuff]

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

[wuucchoo]

Shiro wanna go home... (っ- ‸ - ς)

[onceifixmehesgonnamissme]

[livingisboring]

[izzy444angel]

this is me all day

[mooniluvyou]

me fr

cred: kendollisms on insta

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.