#black enuff

[ackee]

everytime i say im black or talk about black people and somebody say the word poc i be holding my head screaming

[shivroy]

stede sultry shoulder saturday

[tani-b-art]

Tap dancing is the parent of breakdancing!

With the ‘24 Olympics including the new category of ‘breakdancing’, let’s remember the Black American origins.

(plus, there’s way too much misinformation about the origins of Hip Hop and it’s elements: breakdancing being one)

[froyocorp]

LOW LEVEL EMPLOYEES RISE UP

[brazilnt]

swapping one blue eyed blonde frenchman for another blue eyed blonde frenchman is diabolical work

[sab-ca]

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PIZZA HUT MELTS - Animated Pixel Review!

I figured I'd give an animation Mini review. In short, they were great! I liked them all. And I didn't expect to like the Chicken varieties, since I rarely like chicken on pizza. Each one had a unique flavor, and all were worth trying.

The 4 types: Meat Lover's (A favorite) Pepperoni Lover's (Peperoni is great, but I like it on the Detroit better?) Chicken Bacon Parmesan (actually great!) or Buffalo Chicken (The spice on the dip sauce stood out!) The default dipping sauce (they're not cooked with it on, only as a dip) was slightly sweet, which mixed well with the cheese-dusted crispiness. The whole thing was surprisingly unique, it didn't clearly taste just like anything else. Anyone else out there want to chime in with their thoughts?

[sunsetandclark]

HEAVY METAL ‘PARKING LOT’

Rainbow’s ’Party in the Parking Lot’ reveals full lineup for April 14 concert headlined by Sebastian Bach. Sunset and Clark first broke the news about the Rainbow Bar and Grill‘s much-anticipated free spring show featuring Sebastian Bach, and now, the iconic Sunset Strip venue unveils the full lineup for its 52nd annual “Party in the Parking Lot” on April 14.  The all-day rock festival happens…

[babylonpunx]

[rahhhbananas]

IT GIRL ★

- male reader!

- fandom : atsv!

- pair(s) : miles morales x male reader

- warning(s) : not proof-read!

“How long is this going to takee???”

Pavitr whined, he sat on the fire escape stairs, mindlessly fidgeting a rock. Gwen leaning against the bars smiled, “Come on Pav, it’s Y/n. He takes hours and I mean hourssss— To get ready.” Pav groaned at that statement alone, no longer bothered about how long it would take them, but how long it take to get something to eat.

“You talkin ‘bout Y/n, the hell Miles at? ‘Is got a good sense of fashion, but not good enuff to take this long.” Hobie groaned, his own stomach growling, Gwen snorted, her eyes crinkling from how large her smile was “This is only scraping the surface of those two. Once you’ve know them for a year or two, you start to prepare ahead of time.” Gwen reached into her bag, handing the two a bag of chips. “There, that should hold you guys.”

The two thanked their prepared friend, before their attention was draw to the window that had just opened. Miles walked out, he wore a black baggy jeans, a white shirt, and ontop of it navy blue varsity jacket, with white air forces. He smiled, as if he hasn’t been making the entire friend group starve for the past 20 minutes “Miles, my guy!!!”

“Oi! I trademarked that!”

“What?”

“I’m surprised you did anything involved being in the same room as a government official.”

“Yeah, ‘ve gotten real desperate after the last situation with Pav.”

“That wasn’t my faulttt!”

“What situation?”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“Okay..ignoring that totally normal..conversation, where’s Y/n? He’s glamorous and all, but taking this long? Is outrageous.” Gwen asked, sneaking a chip from Hobie’s bag.

“I’M HERE!! ★”

The group looked up, seeing Y/n on the set of stairs above them. He wore a cropped pink jacket, baggy jeans, white air forces, and on his back was a hello kitty backpack “So, where we feeling? Chinese, Pizza, BBQ? Oh, or Ice cream!” He rambled, not noticing the few irritated looks he got from his friends. “ANYTHING!” Pav screamed, using his hands to cover his face, “Anything, please.” Miles smiled, leading the group down the street, they chatted still deciding on their snacking spot.

“Oh! That cat café!” Gwen suggested, her eyes lite up at the thought of being surrounded by cute animals while enjoying a meal.

“Nah, ‘m allergic to cats.”

“And you care about your health for once? Shocking.”

“You don’t get it, bruv. My eyes swell so much I start thinking I’m in a kaleidoscope..”

“How does that even work?”

“We traveled through universes to get here, and that’s what you wanna ask?”

“Why don’t you say that louder, Pav? Maybe some crazy scientist will hear and try to kill us.”

“That’s so outta pocket.”

“lol.”

“Wow.”

“I have never heard someone say ‘lol’ in real life..that’s so— icky.”

“Pheww, good job, Gwen. Y/n has a new ‘ick’. Bravo.”

The group walked into the restaurant. It seemed to be based off the heros of Brooklyn, “Ugh, why’d we have to come to your restaurant?” Pav groaned. Hobie snorted, picking at the small figures of Spiderman, Miles’ black and red suit somehow blending with the restaurant aesthetic— he even noticed a few figures of the original hero, his merchandise in a corner that formed a sort of mural. The cashier took their orders, before they sat down at a booth near to the window.

“Do they have some of my merchandise!?!” Y/n looked around, his eyes searching the brick walls for some bit of pink. He sighed, giving up, slumping down in his seat, “Hey look, I think I saw some pink over there!” Hobie pointed, Y/n blinded by joy looked at where the teen was pointing to see a piece of chewed up bubble gum stucked to the floor, “…Why do I feel like we have issues, no matter the universe.”

“Hey, the people want what they want. And it’s clearly not you.”

“Wow, no consistency, or manners. Red flag there, Hobie.”

“Yikes.” Pavitr mumbled, sipping from his drink. Hobie however shook it off, relaxing more into his position. Miles took out his phone, snapping a few pics of the group waiting on their food, before the waiter arrived, handing out the dishes efficiently.

AN HOUR LATER!! ★

“Man, I am stuffed!” Hobie cackled, getting up from his seat. Gwen rolled her eyes, before looking at Y/n, he took his card and receipt back from the waiter. Joining his friends at the exit, the sun was starting to go down. “Damn, sundown already?” Hobie looked at his watch, noticing how late it truly was. Gwen laughed, “We left pretty late, because of two certain people.” Gwen jerked her head towards Y/n and Miles who were mindlessly talking about something while holding hands, the way they childishly would swing them every once and then looked somewhat endearing.

“We should head back to our universes though. Miguel set a curfew for a reason.”

“Or, we could brea-“

“Nope, the guy looked like he wanted to blow a vein last time I saw him. And I’m not looking to get chased on all fours, likes Miles.”

“Oh, come on! He wouldn’t catch us!”

“Hobart, no. We’re leaving.”

“Miguel not catching us? Hobie you are HILARIOUS!”

Gwen grabbed Hobie’s wrist, who although didn’t oppose the gesture physically, he looked to be doing it mentally “You’re lucky ‘m tired, Gwendy.” Gwen rolled her eyes, before throwing the lanky teen into the portal, waving goodbye to the two. Pavitr jumped through as well, shooting finger-guns at Miles before falling into the colorful abyss.

Miles smiled, wrapping his arms around Y/n’s shoulder. Making their route to his apartment. The couple chatted on their way home, talking about nothing important, but what’d they do when they got outta highschool, you know, the norm. Until they arrived at Y/n’s apartments, Miles walked him to the stairs, his eyes focused on Y/n’s each move.

“Thanks for buying our food today, especially with how Hobie and Pavitr ate. I’ll find a way to pay you back…” Miles mumbled, scratching the nape of his neck. Y/n smiled, grabbing Miles’ arm “No. don’t worry about it, you guys are my friends. I’d spend much more money on all of you If I could.” Miles laughed, “Yeah. But I’m starting to think Hobie’s allergic to paying for…well, anything.”

Y/n laughed loudly “And what you said earlier, I don’t have a lot of ‘icks” Miles scoffed, looking at his boyfriend in disbelief at the statement. Y/n groaned “I’m serious! You’ll never have to worry about icks, because you’re perfect.”

“Really? Thanks. 😏”

“You know, except that.”

“A smirk!?!?!”

“Yeah, it makes you look like a Sonic character.”

“What??”

���But I should go, my dad’s probably already made lunch.” Y/n kissed Miles on the cheek, before walking into the apartment doors.

“Wha? You can’t walks away like that!!”

“Is it a sonic character you hate??”

“What? No, i love Shadow!”

[surrinta]

LOADING: the pudding, the class and the big big brat ₊˙♡﹗˚ ༘

content: be aware of reader having abnormal eating habits n over involved friends. as in concerningly abnormal n her mates have had enuff. you eat like this?? tell someone pls. what else? oh yeah, mentions of implied bulimia (reader is not bulimic) nnn (my memory omg) undisclosed relationship hehe. reader is sort of a brat, female n black coded ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

headers from @v6que <3

��mama you need t’finish this”

you glowered at him over the tops of your glasses as you played with the rim of the rice pudding pot he had picked out for you. ony merely stared back at you. you were all mean faced n pouty, arms crossed tight across your chest — he scoffed. you looked like a damn kitten glaring like that.

he checked his gold linked watch. he had about ten minutes till training and you hadn’t even cracked open the lid of the pot yet.

eren and ony had been watching your eating habits for a while, unbeknownst to you. you barely finished your meals when you three went out, merely sliding it over to them and claiming you were full. you skipped meals — ESPECIALLY breakfast and would only eat about one to two small things. if even. last time you brought in lunch ony had to ransack your bag and get a second eye witness, being eren because he could not in good conscious believe that you had only brought in three small tangerines for lunch.

to your credit you snacked like a motherfucker.

you claimed you didn’t have any disordered eating patterns but the last time they made you sit and eat breakfast recommended for a living breathing person and not your pitiful banana and three biscuits or whatever the hell else you cocked up — you got the worst stomach ache, could barely stand upright.

eren and ony took it upon themselves to meal plan and prep for you. no tv during meal times, no talking and you weren’t to leave spoonfuls behind. they gave you options and as much time as you pleased to pick.

you were good for the most part. but today you seemed to have hit a threshold. ony narrowed his eyes before releasing a breath. he’s never cared when you’ve hit your limit, however. he knew how much you could take. this atrocious display of pure cheek was not your limit.

“just, open it, baby. eat a few spoons for me”

you took in the arm he had on the back of the couch in the student lounge area. you felt bad. hated them fussing. but you ate! most times. well. if you ever whipped up the app you downloaded to see if you were getting your recommended daily intake of calories and showed it to them you’d be a finished person. so perhaps there was room for improvement, but you weren’t starving yourself. you held back an irritated breath. not on purpose. when he plopped the rice pudding pot in front of you, you had barely contained an eye roll and a mumbled, ‘not this again’.

you cracked open the tin foil. took up a white plastic spoon and downed three mouthfuls.

“done”

“you ate three damn spoons”

“you said eat a few spoons for me”

“i-“, ony felt his eye twitch. you raised your eyebrows as if to say you had won the little argument. you picked up your phone to mindlessly tap; pearl studded acrylics tapping against the screen before ony snatched it.

“nigga-“

“eat, im not fucking around. i asked your girls, told me all you had today was water and a damn nutrigain bar. that shit ain’t food”. he furrowed his brows as he planted your phone on the table. you sat back and folded your arms as you stared at the wooden surface. ony knew that you probably didn’t have an eating disorder. you liked food. you snacked religiously and when they followed you to the bathroom to press an ear to the door they didn’t get the feeling that you were throwing it all up either. granted eren nearly crashed to the ground when you had flung open the door. you had gazed up at them with a question before shaking it off, settling for their unreasonable abnormalities and undiagnosed clinginess. one less thing to worry about for them.

still didn’t explain your aversion to eating anything of substance.

“fine!” you huffed as you opened up the pot again, spooning some more of the creamy rice into your mouth. ony watched you patiently. he had noticed how tired you were getting. how irritable you could be at times, a brat as he would call you more often than not. he wanted you healthy and he knew you could do it. you just needed a push cause you were so damn stubborn.

he checked his watch again. training was in five. he got up just as he saw your girls come in to your table. he nodded at them, dapped a few as they sat down.

“i have training-“, he started at the group.

“coulda fooled me”, he shot you a look as if to say he was only an inch away from telling you he wasn’t talking to you. he slung his gym bag onto one shoulder.

“she needs to finish this”. your girls nodded eagerly adding comments of  their own about your terrible eating patterns as you glared.

“thanks, guys”. ony grabbed your jaw, smushed your blush painted cheeks.

“see you in a bit, ma”

you mumbled out a bye and not even a second later eren had come through the door, dapping up ony as he eyed your little table. you threw your head back so hard you were surprised you didn’t knock yourself out. eren was a lot gentler, a bit softer than onyankopon — who always seemed ready to eat the head off you. eren had potential to possess rage but in waves, nearly. just waves. 

till you pushed.

“not happy to see me?”

your friends were but you cut eyes at him before begrudgingly fixing a hug into his side when he pinched at your ribs as you jumped n squealed. he gave a pretty grin, canines peeking before he tucked you into the space between his ribs. your girls were always so awestruck by the pure affection that was always displayed with the three of you. natural n loving n casual. the sweetest.

he sat across from you, greeted your friends, opened up your pot of rice pudding, ate a spoon and then scooped up another to tell you to open your mouth. he usually communicated with you in japanese and as if on autopilot you opened to eat it. no, “what’s this about you not eating?”, he just started talkin. he alternated between telling you about his day n spoon feeding you, eating off of yours at random and before you knew it, it was finished.

“so”, eren fixed you with a dimpled grin, green eyes a glitter. “guess who has a food and nutrition module in about-“, he checked his watch. “ten minutes”.

you pulled a face. “let’s see, someone i don’t give two rats ab-“

“watch it”

you slumped your shoulders back, simultaneously swinging your legs to one side to let the girls out. they had some nursing lab of their own to get to. you were two parts surprised they were even attempting to go to class. usually they bunked off if eren or ony were chilling with you. you cocked an eyebrow at them as they gave giggled goodbyes. you supposed they had to get their life in order at some point. it was final year after all.

“you’re coming”

you shrugged. interestingly you loved topics about nutrition. “no sweat off my back”, you gave a little smile. “i love this subject”

eren eyed you as you picked up your kipling satchel, miffy plush swinging from the corduroy material. “good cause i told the professor i’m bringing in someone that would love to participate in this specific module”

your eye twitched. “you did what?”

[barblaz-arts]

I know it's not relevant but I need to know. Is the school mascot at your High School Au a duck? because there's no way Lucifer is the principal and misses the chance to make his high school mascot a duck.

I would love to, but a team announcing that they're "The Pentagram Ducks!!" kinda sounds lame af ngl so I'm making their mascot a swan instead. Close enuff, and the Ugly Duckling reference still gets to be there! I wanted the mascot to either be an angel or devil to make it even more on the nose, but struggled to stick with either one since there's a mixture of canon angels and demons in this AU. If it's a swan tho you can pick and choose to picture either a white swan for an angel or a black swan for something darker. Best of both worlds!

(Lucifer probably did want it to be a duck but he didn't get the final say on it)

[ackee]

the crazy thing is they’ll give jamaican characters the sickest designs ever and i’ll be like yay! representation win! And Then They Start Talking

IM SO SICK OF IT MANNNNN

[pony4eva]

PRP: Alright, how'd you guys get together?

Little Jimmy Urine: I was sellin Pokemon on da Home Shoppin Network...Steve, Vanessa, & Kitty all called to buy Charmander at the same time & I had just sold the last one...so we decided to come together under one flag & start a dental referl service...the bands jus a hobby.

PRP: Just what is an "Uppity Cracker"?

Little Jimmy Urine: Some dumb honkey who don't know when to keep his fuckin mouth shut.

PRP: Is Little Jimmy's Jimmy really little?

Little Jimmy Urine: It's 7-8 in. hard but not thick. It's bascially a quill. You can sign da Decleration of Indapenpants with it. Talk to Steve. He's my pee pee agent.

PRP: How did you get the nickname "Little Jimmy Urine"?

Little Jimmy Urine: It was the one stupid thing no one ever called me before.

PRP: Rumor has it you lit your penis on fire on stage once, how was that?

Little Jimmy Urine: Warm.

PRP: Whose Idea was it to make "Backmask" have subliminal messages?

Little Jimmy Urine: My mom's.

PRP: Ever afraid that Led Zepplin fans will kick your ass after hearing "I Hate Jimmy Page"?

Little Jimmy Urine: 1st - Any one could kick my ass. 2nd - If some 45 year old hippie wants my ass, more power to him. 3rd - If you're 17 & in great shape & you like Led Zepplin enuff to hurt me, you gotta stop hangin out with your old man & stop lettin your mom dress you in Pink Floyd shirts.

PRP: Does Steve really play a 4 string guitar?

Little Jimmy Urine: Unless he breaks a string. Then he plays a 3 string.

PRP: Is pubic hair trimming a necessity?

Little Jimmy Urine: No, it's a pleasure. It's ass hair that's the necessity.

PRP: Just which of your friends are dicks for?

Little Jimmy Urine: The ones who let me watch them pee in their pants.

PRP: If you had to pick one kung fu styling to be what would it be?

Little Jimmy Urine: Kitty - Wingchung Vanessa - Guns Guns Guns Steve - Ball Smell Urine - Pay Atenchung Tome

PRP: Is it hard to transfer all the programming to the live show or do you leave some out when on stage?

Little Jimmy Urine: Fuck it. Punk rock. Press play, smash it up.

PRP: Are the Insane Clown Posse as hard as they act?

Little Jimmy Urine: Maybee it was our purrrfume...and I don't wanna get no one in trouble but...dey were sweet as hell to us.

PRP: You guys covered Method Man's "Bring The Pain", do you got heavy hip hop roots or do you just think you can really bring the pain?

Little Jimmy Urine: A good song is a good song, no matter if it's Rap, Cuntree, Opera, purrty, hard, stupid, serious, or cheesy. I hate everything and love lil bits of everything. Wow. A serious answer. Shit. Now I'm gonna have to tell you all about chinchillas to make up for not being an ass. At the age of 8 months chinchillas are put into "families". One male has four females which are placed separately and the male can visit them through a special "male corridor". The mother animals wear a "collar" around their neck wich does not allow them to fit in the male corridor. This is the poligam way keeping chinchillas. Pregnancy lasts for 111 days and mother whelp their 1-4 offsprings without any help. The animals are born with their eyes open and their few days age start to eat spagettios.

PRP: Has Meth ever heard the cover or commented on it to you guys?

Little Jimmy Urine: He had to hear it to aprove it & he had to at least be able to stang it to let me put it out.

PRP: Are Kitty and Vanessa the toughest in the band?

Little Jimmy Urine: Dat was a no brainer.

PRP: Just what do you think Clarissa isn't smart enough to explain?

Little Jimmy Urine: Why her snaggle teeth turn me on.

PRP: You say nigga alot, do you realize that you're white?

Little Jimmy Urine: I'm acutally a Spic/Kraut, but for all extenssive purpose's, I'm white cuz I like Spaghettio's with franks.

PRP: Do you ever fear black people kicking your ass?

Little Jimmy Urine: No, I fear white people, cuz they is scary as shit.

PRP: How is the lawsuit going with the people that ran www.mindlessselfindulgence.net?

Little Jimmy Urine: Makin me poor & stupid.

PRP: Did you ever wear your clothes backwards back when Kriss Kross was popular?

Little Jimmy Urine: Who didn't?

PRP: Why will "Frankenstein Girls Seem Strangely Sexy"?

Little Jimmy Urine: Cuz it sounds cool. If I ever answer a question with "I had an intense dream...," you have the right to slap me & start again.

PRP: On your promo tape for "Bitches" you're pushing away the old ladies who want autographs, why are you doing this, do you not respect the elderly?

Little Jimmy Urine: Are you kiddin? When we finished the shoot, I hit dat shit.

PRP: Why do you have to rock the booty before you rock the body?

Little Jimmy Urine: Cuz da crunch always gives you away.

PRP: What's your favorite movie?

Little Jimmy Urine: Lawerence of Arabia, Ladies & Gentelmen the Fabulos Stains, & any thing else beginin wit da letter L.

PRP: If you could be any gang from the movie "The Warriors" which would it be?

Little Jimmy Urine: Shit, bitch...the orphans, cuz then youu get to fuck muh sister.

PRP: Big Bird Vs. the Teletubbies in a no holds barred street fight, who would win?

Little Jimmy Urine: Who cares? Seseme Street is all about Rosita da underground muppet. She ain't no sell out, she's punk rock. She ain't on no lunch box & she's bi-lingual.

PRP: What's the worst album you have?

Little Jimmy Urine: Where do i start? Well, besides mine, the worst I own is probably INXS - Kick. The worst I actually still listen to & like is Nu Shooze - I Can't Wait 12 in. & Noel - Silent Morning.

PRP: Who would you love to collaborate with?

Little Jimmy Urine: I never heard it called dat before.

PRP: How many pink suits do you own?

Little Jimmy Urine: One & I never washed it all summer...on two tours...& I spit up on it, pissed on it, lit it on fire, bled all over it, ripped it to bits, & gave it away at the Orgy show.

PRP: Many people are dying to know, do you do crack on a regular basis?

Little Jimmy Urine: No, I eat 4 Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, shake up a bottle of Cherry Coke & down it in one shot. It gets the same effect.

PRP: What are you guys trying to achieve with your new album?

Little Jimmy Urine: Piss people off, get paid for pissing people off...people now more pissed off & we have their money.

PRP: Is it hard to get on a national tour with such an eclectic sound?

Little Jimmy Urine: I'm here talking to you instead of gettin muh ass beat, righ?

PRP: Ever had sex with a teddy bear?

Little Jimmy Urine: No, but I used to be able to suck muh own dick.

PRP: Are you really this insane or is it an act?

Little Jimmy Urine: Maybee I'm act & your insane. Huh? Did you ever think of dat smart guy? Huh? Maybee I'm act & you're all insane.

PRP: You seem to cut your knees up alot, why is that?

Little Jimmy Urine: Cuz I land on them when I jump.

PRP: Is there any explanation to why your last album "Tight" is being discontinued?

Little Jimmy Urine: It's funny.

PRP: Do you honestly feel your music is best described as "Industrial Jungle Pussy Punk"?

Little Jimmy Urine: Just da pussy part.

PRP: Did you get beat up alot as a kid?

Little Jimmy Urine: No, I got ignored alot.

PRP: Any plans to tour in support of the album?

Little Jimmy Urine: Hell fuck yes.

PRP: I have run out of questions, are you glad the interviews over? 

Little Jimmy Urine: It's over?

PRP: I lied, any shoutouts or shameless self promotion you want to spit out?

Little Jimmy Urine: I'm down to muh last can of soup. Go buy my record & I promise not to make another one.

[anna-neko]

Welcome to another episode of "let's cosplay an audio-only chara!" because sometimes the brainrot lies dormant for months and suddenly.... (goin to live show needed a new outfit)

Scary Marlowe - the Sophomore Slump album

details and whatnot rambling under cut

basic concept was easy enuff: make another t-shirt. "Shit Garden" needed a break, now its time for this

The font seemed basic enuff to copy out and then I'm sittin here like... how to...draw circles... a wholeass ball? (btw no printer access)

frellin BLESS Terry for pulling out his graphic design skills and making me a fantastic ball stencil! He even did a size readjust after my hasty tests the night before

.......anyway, the black shirt had for over a year. It was supposed to be for a Scorpion Slut logo, but scorpions are impossible to draw/cut-out at this detail (aka my lack of skill lvl)

So! because was terrified would fuck up, did a test run first. T'was most educational, seeing how much seeps out and heat needed frm blowing hot air vs ironing over

Kept peeling off bits, readjusting (negative space be dammed), running back to trace out a failed letter (hey kids, want easiest way to fake a light table? ANY backlight works. window, glow of the monitor...) and try again.... (did "O" so many times, its no longer real letter in my brain)**

**MOST OF THIS WAS HAPPENING IN FRIEND'S BATHROOM

Went OCD as fuck getting everything super blocked-out on the actual shirt once was ready to commit

This shirt wasn't painted, but bleached, and i wanted only the words/logo in and nothing else. Clearest outlines, no stencil far edge outlines, no bleed mess

Yes you can see a pin holding on the "hole" of a letter. When I say wanted crisp outlines, that wasn't a joke

of course - irony be dammed - after this part was done, went back and Very Carefully splattered lil bit with my brush. In a highly controlled way

Also the secondary loose concept is ...well.... the first shirt (Shit Garden) she angrily tore at to be punk and all, but this one.... this one was an old team souvenir... Thus soccer ball on both front and back

For this reason (slightly more 'treasured' if you will), the rips were far less chaotic. The hem is left intact, and the neck a careful trim to show she wasn't blindly goin at it with scissors. Ditto on sleeves

Still freehanding this, but folding stuff in half to at least pretend symmetry, ya know?

there's no "Butthole Ricochet" branding ... snuck in a lil Warlock symbol at sideseam instead

New skirt! It has stars!! ★★☆☆★★ she IS a rock star for her album dammit (and it goes on w/ the stars of the barbwire-and-stars long-sleeved shirt frm before)

Everything else (bracelets, fishnet armwarmers, skelenimal scrunchy, etc...) are frm previous incarnations. Tape-measure continues to live on the hip chain

No jar of horrors daddy magic memories, instead there's a funny lil resin charm Terry made (he also once again helped with safety pins AND contributed a few black and white new ones for the sleeves)

The thigh-highs no longer have purple stripes in them (no purple on this one whatsoever, byeeee Omega Patron poison)

Exact same style have used before with alternating sheer & solid stripes, but fully black! (@sockdreams out there continuing to miraculously have Always what am looking for!)

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

from ago above - now a morning - black holes too early - explaining

everything - duz u find it scary that no one really can explain gravity

yet we fly using brute force mostly except the birbs

anywaves besides the astrophysics w some quantum also - too much too early

this

morning a kitty - good and always - a call center somewhere - the satellite is bouncing echo - elsewhere - an electronic form for the dentist and havent had even tea yet - finally time for murder and birdsong then soon get ready set go see dentist - instead of freddy dreaming surreally - hopefully its minor

then idk - some fuck all sounds pleasant - im sure theres errands dishes and laundry - out in the world - fuckery -abounding leaping - ok - enuff - imma telling u now

anyway

hallelujah