#Wiccan pimp

[pepperstasia-beaverhausen]

Taking a second to show some appreciation for that most awesome of Wiccan Pimps

[beigeshiba]

A conversation with my intrusive thoughts

Why didn't you go back to Twitter?

Multiple reasons rather than any short, single reason.

I go through these phases of phases of having a lot to say and phases of running out of things to say and deciding it would be a good idea for me to shut the fuck up and listen for a while. Around about when I got banned from Twitter, I felt like I had been repeating myself and running out of things to say and that it would only be a matter of time before people figured that out.

When I got suspended from Twitter, it came as a relief. The decision had been made for me and I could simply accept it, so I did.

I avoid trying to reenter places where it's been made clear that I am unwelcome. Even though the internet is a husk of its former self, it's still big enough that trying to get back into a site you've been kicked out of is a sign of unhealthy obsession.

Speaking of which, whoever finally suspended my account was so pissed off by me they nuked me from orbit. I wasn't suspended for TOS violation or hate speech or any of that stuff. They brought out the big guns: Platform manipulation.

I have never run alt accounts, tried to evade a ban or suspension or bought engagement, never needed to. Still, this meant I had to apply for a review to my suspension about half a dozen times to actually get a response and only recently, did I finally get a response. Yup, they're keeping the suspension permanent for TOS violations. Anyone surprised by that? I'm not. I was really just doing it to show that I tried and hadn't just given up on people.

What have you been up to since?

Mostly, getting my shit together IRL.

I've left behind a lot of things that were negative influences in my life: Melbourne, Victoria and the IT industry in particular.

I moved towards something more positive, a girl I met on Twitter and formed a relationship with kicked off initially by running a D&D campaign and then just talking a lot about religion and spirituality in DMs between sessions. She's currently being initiated into the Roman Church (she was brought up Wiccan, hasn't been baptised yet) and we're planning on getting married later this year.

OK but why are you on Tumblr, of all places?

Because the most obvious place that all the edgy dissident bois are going is Substack, which just makes it a big, tempting target the next time the Empire feels like swinging its dick around.

Meanwhile, nobody gives a fuck about Tumblr any more. The place is less moderated than 4chan and ever since the ban on pornographic content, the most toxic part of the userbase collectively fucked off to Twitter, because it was the next most lax social media platform for pornography. Sure, they'll make lots of bratty bottom noises about Elon letting a lot of people back onto Twitter whom they don't like, but frankly so long as that bunch of coomers can still share nudes, the place could turn into a carbon copy of /pol and they'd still show up. Addiction makes people do some pretty fucked up things.

Why were you away for so long?

For most of it, I simply felt I had nothing new to say, that was worth saying.

Now that I do feel like I have things to say, I'm rather worried that a lot of people who liked my content back on Twitter, aren't going to like the things I have to say now, because I've changed a fair bit.

I'm not going to pull any of that "I've grown up and become a better person" nonsense, because that's bullshit. I'm still a sinner in the eyes of God just as much now as I was back then. People just change as time goes on and that's as true for me as it is anyone else.

Some of the things I went through changed me a lot. The cyberpunk dystopian nightmare that was Melbourne's lockdowns and mandates radicalised me intensely against capitalism. Seeing the extent to which my government was nothing more than a service provider for the most wealthy, eagerly pimping everyone out to the highest bidder for such a tiny slice of the profits forcefully extracted, was a real eye opener. I'm never going to unsee the reality that this world I live in isn't my world, I just live in it for as long as the wealthy can profitably extract something they value from me.

For a lot of people in the dissident right, the idea that capitalism isn't their friend is a bitter pill they're just never going to be ready to swallow. They'll simp for vampire corpos to the bitter end because they've internalised that idea that every alternative to the status quo leads to mass death. I always knew that expressing that opinion was going to piss a lot of people off and have them grumbling that I've "gone commie" and frankly I didn't feel like disappointing people with that and dealing with the results of that disappointment.

I've never tried to hide the fact that I have read Marx and do find some of his ideas useful, in particular his conception of the dynamics of class struggle and particularly the concept of alienation. The fact that Marx's critique of alienation has been almost entirely abandoned by the contemporary left in favour of trying to defictionalise Ian M Banks "Culture" novels is one of my biggest disappointments with that part of the political spectrum.

Also, I don't think I'm ever going to vibe with people who think that "Dialectical Materialism" is anything other than the two stupidest ideas known to mankind doing a Dragonball Z Fusion Dance.

At the same time though, I fail to see how setting up a totalitarian state with even greater concentration of capital than we already have now, without any safeguards against abuse of power, is going to improve the lives of the common man. Because that's what the manifesto more or less proposes as a solution and while Marxism has moved on from a lot of things from the original material, it's clung to that vision laid out in the manifesto like a barnacle.

Why are you back now?

Well, I have things to talk about now, other than myself. I just wanted to get that out of the way for the sake of those who were curious.

What I have been getting into, during my extended absence, is studying the Western Esoteric Tradition in depth.

I am sure this concerns some. Just to make things clear: I am still Roman Catholic, quite orthodox in my beliefs and I am staying the hell away from sorcery and gnosticism. A lot of what I am studying frankly was pretty mainstream folk Christianity back in the Renaissance.

This said, it's been very healing for me in a lot of ways. It has helped cure me of the despair I had that ideology was a completely impotent force for improving our earthy lives. I still believe that to be the case, I've just learned to accept this without despair.

In particular, it's helped me to re-engage with the world from an enchanted perspective again, to see the world as a beautiful place full of non-human living beings. It's quite the improvement over seeing the taint of human sin ruining everything and letting it fill me with hate.

It's been odd, taking the teachings and wisdoms of Druids and Shamans and Taoists and using it to help bring me closer to God. Still, that's how it's turned out. And I feel like these understandings I have come to as a result of all this study are things that I have an obligation to share with people.

Because unlike all the piss and vinegar I was venting out with my political hot takes on Twitter, this might actually improve people's lives in some way instead of just being some sound and fury which recognised the pain other people were feeling.

[zooterchet]

Agency Career (CIA Field Agent, Raised Since Birth; 1985-2024)

1989: Drop of Berlin Wall, informed tip to Holy See on Rabbi Anatole; vice and collegiate draft, of athletes wife. Polish Jewish labor mills, Gentile produced pork; isolated Israeli produce, to Arabia.

1992: Removal of amphetamines from children's medicine, IQ test revealed passage on State Police Captain's examination at maximum level; other child, converted Converso, allowed to return as Judaism; end of Sino-Judaic movement, Egyptian.

1996: Informed tip on Andrew Wachowski, Carrie-Anne Moss, and Raven Laventi, for enslavement of dominatrixes, preferred wives of Garfield Lodge rules, however as submissives, as if common prostitutes; rule reformed, 1860s, President James Garfield, Battle of Shiloh; wars won, Vicksburg, and Wilderness.

1999: Murder of Alice C. O'Neill, claimed named Charlebois, for Colombian betrayal into Likud, past war advisors of Chinese enemy; signals of CVS German-Israel alliance with PRCC-Diet, Japanese South Korean transit. Dragonball produced, at siding with North Korea, and the People's Republic of Communist China. Future trade partners, under George W. Bush, "Joshua Tree".

2003: Yeltsin revealed through Hopkinton, Massachusetts, as center basin of school shootings, beginning in 1990s; Holocaust History Museum, disapproval of temporary lesbianism, for shame of being Holocaust victims; German-Israel revealed as being the prime conspiracy, Israelis thrown out of orders as Wehrmacht. Rise of George Soros, Romalian, having had a precognitive accident, on motorway, dueling Mossad.

2004: Revealing of External Security pimping scandal, through Hamas; beginning of mathematical frequency, planted by Wiccans, Confederate-Catholics, to reform with African and Asian communities. Spanish pimping, "Ali", Episcopal drafts, "Popeye", Irish cops, "Blintzen", German spies, "Schnitzel", and remaining endeavors, Russian factories, "Google", African voudoun, "Mosey", and British fascist, "Mandatory".

2006: Sheriff's Cajun, of Fugitive Slave Act, removed through frame of Marvel Comics, under auspice of Hell's Angels; Third Degree interrogation, of Lairds of gender therapy, the mating of wives to unusual genomes of logic. Shut down, by lesbian accusations, the combined Kampuchean logic of all tribals associated, having been declared as poorly invertebrate. Friends Stand United, contacted, for Hollywood hit; the Foreign Office, readmission to destiny. The CIA's blessing, given, to learn new lessons.

2010: Suicide Squad on print; dietary disorders, of major operatives, offered as medicine and pills; except for Captain Boomerang, tomato sauce, potentially deadly kill ratio; "Vile", "Vava"; Doctor Ciel Mallory, Alice O'Neill.

2013: Murder of Whitey Bulger, for releasing secret that the Beatles, was anti-British, and that homosexual children steal brides, through the "Beatles", on forged check proxy of self, on strike to head; with lesbians, allowed to marry, however caged and hazed and brutally murdered, if a fan of American music of British recording studio print.

2016: Separation of factory unions, white supremacists, ordered, for African civil rights, blacks being the foundational bedrock of community, opposed to Asians; simpleton little people, working in small factories, without any ability to express own face. Racial inferiors, compared to Africans; Africans incapable of murder, Asians incapable of yielding. John Rocker.

2020: Mass quandry quarry, of INTERPOL, Unitarians, Tong, MI-6, and Abwehr, as Art Bell subscribers, held in prison facilities apart from wives and children; children turned over to CIA indentures, as orphans, to become proper Americans, as State Police Colonels; any dissenting, ignored by news, their supporting journalists indemnified, by Mayor Wu, of Boston.

2024: Gay leaders outed, as George W. Bush, Kim Jong-un, and Crown Prince William; having claimed own condition, is the other, the inability to produce a child, instead adopting under false claim; German-Mormon.

[broke-bts-stan]

Key:

Mature: (M), Floof: (F), Angst: (A), Comedy: (C)

Tooth and Claw (not my original story) (M)

Hanahaki (A)

Cinderella

Sof Kookie (F)

CEO and security guard best friend

Fallen Knight

Traveling Tae

Alien Tae

Cinderella

House of Cards

Neon Lights

Mirror Image

Negative Side

Mermaid!AU

Hanahaki!AU (A)

Reincarnation

Negative Side

Archangel AU

All I Want 

Pastel Wiccan Namjoon (F)

Witchcraft

Aladdin!AU

Arabian Royal

Gambling Hoseok 

Witchcraft

“And they were roommates” 

Divided Kingdom

Aladdin!AU

Rainbow Yoongi (F)

Snow Owl 

Silent Daddy (M)

Night and Day Dates

*gasp* “they were roommates” 

Kinky Yoongi (M)

CEO and security guard best friend

Divided Kingdom

Wedding AU (F)

Power AU: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7

Album Trailer

Spring Day

Wings: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7

Zodiacs: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

Moon Energy

Star Energy

Sun Energy

Romeo and Juliet

Pimp Daddy Hyungs (M)

Quiet Girl, Dirty Mind (M)

Two Daddies are better than one Pt. 1  Pt. 2 (M)

Rainbow Boys:

Yellow

Blue

Pink

Mint

Purple

Peach

Rainbow

[3xet12r]

FASTFORWARD TOO 2018-19!

I am now 20 years old.

The last 20 years of my life have been far from normal. I would just like that to be a blantantly put out there fact.

Now, how does the last two years of my life relate DIRECTLY. IN EVERYWAY SHAPE OR FORM TO MY CHILDHOOD NIGHTMARES?!

I will explain!

So basically, after years of hell, being sexually assaulted, abusive relationships, teenage pregnancy and a failed marriage you can say that the young 19 year old me was far from okay.

I ended up for, in the first time in my life, using hard drugs after I was sexually assaulted by a man and then I was physically assaulted by my ex because of said sexual assault. I am aware no excuse, I have been clean and sobering my life up for approximately a year and some now and am in college.

Besides the point of any of that, I ended up homeless in the town I went to highschool in. Well, while homeless I stumbled upon a man, we will call him J. J was an older man, red hair, shorter, athletic build and a drug dealer, to be honest, we quickly became freinds, he looked out for me as I made my way through the streets for quite awhile. Eventually one day we had crossed paths. He had invited me to meet a freind of his, he called her Bones. Bones was also an older woman, she was beautiful, with beautiful eyes. She gave me her number, I kept it with me. Just a singular number, not a phone number, but a singular number, I kept it with me, to this day I hold that number very dearly to my heart. When I first met her, she wrote very clearly on my arm, an acronym that stood for freedom. I gifted her a colourful eyeshadow among some other things and visited for awhile. The visit became strange, bones had prompted me towards believing that, for one, someone would be coming to her dorm room, for two that that person may want to hurt me and for three that she wanted me to protect myself. She then giggled off and I sat there contemplating what I was to do. (Still one of the strangest interactions of my life) but anyways, I had a bottle of lighter fluid and some other relatively flammable things, I laid all of the flammable things out and covered the floor going into her room in lighter fluid. I figured if someone were going to attack me they would get 3rd degree burns while doing so and I would easily sneak out the window. So anyways, bones comes back, no one comes to attack either of us, she just sort of stares at me dumbfounded and we continued visiting.

Something about her and the entire interaction from the words that were said to music played made me hold that memory in my mind for over a year now. Again, anyways, a man named Nick shortly comes into the building. He claims he is a firefighter. He seems friendly enough, me and him strike up a friendship and begin talking about taking a group of people by bus out of province. I get to know him and spend approximately 3 days with him, in which we became aquatinted. On the third day, he and I go back to Bones building where I go to visit with bones and Nick I believe showered and did some other tasks. Besides the point, shortly thereafter Nick asked me to be very quiet while he snuck me out the back door. At this point in time I was drugged I will not lie, I was intoxicated and without a doubt in my mind unable to make a sane decision. Nick decided to take it upon himself to walk me/ escort me down to the river where he then bound his hand to mine in what is considered a Wiccan marriage ceremony. Said ceremony lasted maybe 10 minutes: the strange thing was the normally busy town I lived in was dead that night, not a soul in sight. I remember him asking me what I would do with a lottery ticket shortly after that to which I replied open up a recovery treatment centre where I could recover and help others to recover in the future from addiction. He handed me a strange bible with instructions in it. And disappeared. I now had a husband named Nick, out and about, I had no idea who this guy was, I hadn’t seen him in days and shortly after that my life became a HELL HOLE. I was walking down the street when I approached a man who said he would drownd my daughter. Now, although I was a homeless drug addict, I obviously still love and loved at that time the child I had conceived years before that while I was a teenager. (Yes we are reunited) besides that point, the man begins to attack me and claim that he would drowned and pimp out my daughter, who at the time was still in my custody technically. I became enraged and caused a large scene. I did not know that the man who I called on was actually a “very important” “gang” or something along those lines memeber and within MOMENTS, of me becoming angry and lashing back out agasint what was said about my daughter I was being harassed, followed and video tapes by cars passing me by, and not a normal amount of cars it was as if that man had man one phone call and everyone in the vacinity poured into my hometown and began staring at me, like not only staring at me, they followed me, videotaped me, made me feel uncomfortable constantly. This was an on going process for about 6 months or more. Shortly after that I was robbed. Repeatedly. Left with nothing but a sun dress on my body, not even shoes on my feet. I was then pimped out against my will. When I began to speak up about my experience I was laughed at. Legitimately laughed at, I was spit at, I was attacked mentally, emotionally, physically and more. I was drownding, when I told the people I loved the most (my parents ect) what was going on they made jokes and blamed me. I was drownding, they were laughing, the woman bones reminded me of the Skelton. The man Nick shares a name with nichole. I was then pimped out against my will and experienced very closely to what it would feel like to be stuck in the machine, more and more kept piling up until finally, all of the child hood dreams no longer felt like dreams but profecies. During this time I met a man named shadow, shadow, Niko (shadows driver) and I all became semi close before I was green lighted by shadow. Well, shadow also gave me his number. A number that matched bones and with nikos “number” all put together created the last couple digits of my sun number. So many not coincidents began to stumble together. Well, not long after the meeting of shadow was I waking up to fog drawings on my windows and shadows dancing on my walls.

The song knock me down comes to mind by Halsey when the experience is repeated, as I have no seen Nick since and have been trying to untie my hand since. Not only that, Nick also claimed to be a part of the army, since then I have learned knock code or really constantly had my neighbours ect knocking at me so I learnt knock code and shortly after that felt as though I had been arrested CONSTANTLY.

Basically on top of all of that there was also a run in with a man named “shady” who I played the song by immortal technique... dance with the devil. In which I warned him that every thing I was predicting would come true and that song would come to life from that moment forward. A year later and everything that I predicted happened, my childhood nightmares were some how prophecies and when I mean EVERYTHING I mean to the point where I told shady that the world was going to end and to listen to that song and take what I said into consideration.

Now we are here and I wish this were the least crazy part. :)

[pepperstasia-beaverhausen]

The Inheritance: The premier episode in which our heroes assault a child & steal her doll

Dude. What a fantastic first episode, no lie. But my title is keeping it 💯 because that's what happens. For real, though, what a great way to meet our awesome trio & the titular Uncle Lewis, amiright?

We get to see Lewis dragged to hell, meet Micki's douchelord fiance Lloyd, then the bash em over the head meet cute of Micki & Ryan, Jack coming to collect payment

And holding up Micki & Ryan with a goddamned sword after they've sold off all the items & inform him that Lewis had gone to that great coven in the beyond. Micki's constant bralessness & Ryan's comic book obsession is established, along with Jack being the most awesome Wiccan pimp who growls diablery this side of anywhere.

Also, EVIL DOLL! Baby Sarah Polley doing the absolute most with her menacing side eye after the doll Vita kills her stepmother in one of the most hilarious death scenes ever put to film. Our heroes busting into her house after a failed attempt to retrieve Miss Vita the night before. Like y'all do not know this family & just crash in guns (Micki's awesome unfettered rack) a blazing.

Exhibit A. You guyyyyysss. So anyhoover, the final showdown is amazeballs. Micki getting terrorized on the playground, Ryan's master of the obvious "don't let go!" line, then of course, the child assault as Ryan snags that doll while whipping lil Sarah Polley off the merry go round like a boss. Mission Accomplished. Chef's motherfucking kiss.

And thus began my long, decades old love affair with this gem of syndicated Canadian television that spawned a pantload of smutty fanfic penned by yours truly & multiple hours of genuinely entertained laughter. Viva le Friday the 13th: The Series, bro namaths. From here to eternity.

[pepperstasia-beaverhausen]

Rocking F13:TS meme with Pep

#Friday the 13th: The Series #Micki Foster #Ryan Dallion #Curious Goods #sans Jack Marshak the Wiccan Pimp