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spurgie-cousin · 1 year ago
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More pics I found on accident. The ones of JB & Michelle are from Jinger's wedding and I've probably posted them before, but I don't think I've ever posted the Rods playing in the Duggar house?? Who the hell knows
Also I think it's worth noting that the only caption under Christina Caldwell's picture was "Pastor's Wife" lol.
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quacktities · 17 days ago
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I don't care how wishfulfilment-y and ooc it is but I like to think that after C! Wilbur moved to Utah, he kind of healed a bit and reflected on a lot of his actions and he's in some community service job because he feels like he's making amends for what he's done by doing it (and also he likes feeling important and like he's helping people). And maybe he's taken up a writing hobby, and he has a book in the works and he keeps rewriting his drafts but he is genuinely having fun for what feels like the first time in a long time. He still occasionally goes back to his old bad habits but he's in a better place now and he's made some new friends and connections. He still tries to keep contact with some of the people he knew though.
He's trying to give Tommy some space but also trying to keep in touch and he's been semi successful with it. He's given Fundy complete space and tries to respect his decision that he doesn't want him in his life anymore but he does try to leave the door open for if Fundy ever changes his mind even if he doesn't count on it. He's sent Tubbo a letter but hasn't gotten a response and doesn't think he will. He's tried getting closer to Niki and it hasn't exactly worked out but they're still in contact and send eachother letters at least once every 5 months (the letters take a while though because they both live far away). He did see her when he visited Philza once though. And even if they're not as close as they used to be, he's glad they're able to keep in touch after everything.
Him and Quackity surprisingly exchange letters quite oftenly. It started out with Wilbur sending him one to properly apologise since he never got the chance to and it had been on his mind and to his surprise, Quackity actually replied (with a snarky response but a response nonetheless). And then it kind of became a pattern for them to send eachother letters quite regularly since Utah and Las Nevadas aren't that far apart so it travels faster. Their letters range from playful stupid banter to insights about eachothers weeks to snarky remarks laced with genuine advice to occasional glimpses of sincerity and care. Despite everything they're actually on pretty decent terms and Quackity's actually visiting him in a week. Wilbur's quite excited and giddy about it even if he won't admit it
Overall he's in a better place now even if there's a still lot of things to work on and even if what he's done still haunts him some days, he's coming to terms with it. He hasn't healed completely nor is he really truly happy but he's getting there and maybe it will be okay
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thedawnwitch · 1 month ago
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Why I Claim the Label "Witch" Even Though My Ancestors Would Disapprove
Please keep in mind that this decision is a part of my personal journey in my folk magic and ancestor veneration practice.
🌸 I am LGBTQIA+ and neurodivergent.
I'm the black sheep of my family. Historically, people like me would've been at risk for being suspected of witchcraft and ran out of town or worse. By calling myself a witch, I honor anyone in my ancestry who was also ND and LGBTQIA+. I carry their legacy by standing in my power.
🌸 I am not a Protestant Christian.
After receiving a lifetime of religious trauma being raised Church of Christ (Protestant Christian), I left the church in 2012. I've had to sift through my life during hours of therapy to find myself again. Calling myself a witch felt like I was finally in control of my own life again. The cost of giving up the label "witch" for something that made my ancestors happier was far too high. The most I'm willing to do for my ancestors at this time is learn how to use the magic of the Psalms.
🌸 "Healer" is a trigger word.
I have a negative association with this word, and I'm not sure what else to say about it! The title would be disempowering for me because of my religious trauma. I'm not a healer, white witch, good witch, etc. I am me, and I do the magic that serves my purpose. I have my own ethics within my practice.
🌸 I'm the main character of my own life, and I live it for me.
I live the way I want to, and if my ancestors want to work with me, then they have to accept who I am. Or at least be open-minded to learning about who I am and the reasoning behind my choices. If they are not willing, then they do not receive veneration, and I will not work with them. Simple as that!
Those are just a few reasons I call myself a "witch." :) It's important to set boundaries with any spirit you involve in your practice (especially early on when you're getting to know each other and building trust).
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nobodys-saviour · 1 month ago
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fundyarchives suddenly disappeared and i was freaking out thinking my stupid ass deleted it or something but it turns out mod kit's (co-owner) blog was TERMINATED and so. yeah. we're trying to figure out what to do as of the moment
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bumfuzzled-bee · 2 years ago
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Fundy’s !!!
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askcfundy · 2 months ago
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Sorry about the other anon take headpats
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No response. Only confusion.
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alliluyevas · 7 months ago
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researching mormon fundamentalism has led me to corners of the internet i wouldn't even go with a gun i'll tell you that
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spurgie-cousin · 1 year ago
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Chelsy Bontranger has updated her blog with Mary Maxwell wedding pics if you want to see a Maxwell in a sleeveless wedding dress :D
Omg Chelsy's blog post was a wealth of Maxwell updates!! I'll have to make a point to check hers like I used to do with Titus2.
First, loooove Mary's dress!! Sleeveless AND backless get it queen, easily the best Maxwell dress I've ever seen.
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Second, a few pregnancy updates: Anna Marie (Anna #2 I think) and Anna #4 (or maybe 5?). The newest Anna has been married a couple of years already, and this looks like her first so that's surprising.
I wonder how Anna Marie's cancer is going and if it's still in remission. She looks good!
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Bonus Sarah update!:
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mcyt-cats · 2 years ago
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BOOTS CRUMBS
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thedawnwitch · 2 months ago
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Welcome
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Hello! You found me (maybe it was fated).
My gods asked me to create this blog, so I'm excited to see what they have in store. I plan on using this space to talk about my experience with the gods, my practice, and deconstructing fundamentalism.
A Little About Me
I've been on my spiritual path since I deconstructed from my fundamentalist Christian Church of Christ roots in 2013. In 2020, I officially claimed the label "pagan" and it's been quite a wild ride of self-discovery. My high school sweetheart and I married when we were 21 years old and celebrated 11 years of marriage this year (can you tell I'm a hopeless romantic?). I love nature walks, writing, and all things art.
My Current Practice
I'm a hellenistic polytheist which means I honor and work with the gods of the Greek pantheon. I incorporate features of reconstructionism and neopagan ideas to create a practice best for me. I'm a devotee of Aphrodite and Hekate. Apollo is my patron. I practice hedge witchcraft in the mountains of Colorado.
Don't Be Shy
I'm happy to answer any and all questions relating to witchcraft, deity work, and pagan practice! I love connecting with others in this community.
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citsfundy · 2 days ago
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concept of ghost is so stipid you left and noq you just get to what? come back?? shrug off respinsibiliyt?? pretend notheng ebvn happened. fuck
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theropodtheroblogs · 9 months ago
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Fundy patch! Really quite pleased by this one.
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somefoxwithahat · 28 days ago
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Enrique eye the fox retreat behind the break room as he take a deep sigh and take a look at his notes. Maybe he shouldn't treat Fundy like a delicate glass who is about to be breaking and yet the readers and viewers like their stories to be dramatic, breath taking and captivating. It would be a pointless venture if he get this kind of short answers on Fundy, no he got to be ruthless and merciless. Morals and ethics be damned. He gonna make an newspaper topic that gonna be the talk of the whole continent for a week. Very well, he's gonna have fun dissecting Fundy bit by bit, he thought as he smirked. And right on time Fundy went out the break room and Santos spoken softly.
"I hope you brought enough refreshment Mister Fundy, this follow up questions i gonna ask are should we say "gut wrenching" and "ruthless" So forgive me in advanced, if i become merciless on the questionaires I'm just doing my job you likely understand." Santos spoken softly as he paused audio recorder to be playing yet again.
.... Well crap. He sighed, nodding slowly, "Yeah, alright. Whatever." He said, trying to act unaffected. But, well- If those were the kind questions, how the fuck are they gonna handle the ruthless ones? Whatever, if they avoid a panic attack or mental breakdown he'll be happy..
Actually, they'll settle for not crying infront of him. ... But so far? Chances ain't looking too good. Whatever, he'll live. He took a sip of his water, trying to subtly check if his heart rate was going dangerously up or not, .. But then he stopped since they didn't fucking have to, they could feel it practically in his throat. Prime, he's so fucking stupid-
Fundy silently debated on asking about the questions, but didn't since he was gonna be answering them in a moment, he doesn't need to.
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croissantatwaitrose · 1 year ago
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Today marks the 1 year anniversary of this blog, so to celebrate, for the first time in AGES… HERE’S A FIC!
Nothin too special or original.. just some giant!slime happening to find a tiny!quackity and uh… yeah y’all know the drill ☺️
C/Ws: vore, sorta fearplay, mouthplay blah blah blah all of that
Great. Just fantastic. Of course he managed to piss off all the wrong people, and get himself shrunk down. Quackity sighed. It wasn’t the first time it’d happened, and knowing his luck? It sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. He hoped, even with his shit luck, that he wouldn’t run into any of the wrong people, ones he’d pissed off or not. In fact, he had just decided that he did not want to see anybody until he had returned to his normal height, which was convenient timing to hear that familiar enthusiastic voice behind him.
“Hello Quackity from Las Nevadas! …you are Quackity from Las Nevadas, right?” The one time he did not want to see Slime. Again. Just fantastic. Quackity turned around to see the goopy man kneeling down to get a good look at him.
“Oh good! I knew it was you!” Quackity did admire how, no matter the circumstances, Slime always had that bright sparkle of life in his eye, even behind glasses. It never faded away, and it was the one thing that made him look remotely human. Still, as much as he admired the good spirits the slime hybrid possessed, he’d have to crush them here and now.
The thing was, Quackity had, in the little time and privacy that he got, researched on Slime’s species after the last time he’d been shrunk, and Slime had been acting oddly around him. He’d found out that slime hybrids were prone to experiencing intense predatory instincts, especially towards those of smaller species. What that essentially meant was Slime could and would eat him then and there, mercilessly. Slime wouldn’t have any idea what he was doing either, and slime hybrids, when they spot a vulnerable prey, intentionally or not, could very easily persuade that prey into doing exactly what they want. He didn’t exactly fear Slime, but he knew he needed to stay away from him.
“Look, Slime. I need to be away from people until this stupid fucking potion wears off. No offence, but that still most definitely includes you, and I hate to say it ‘n all, but especially you.” Slime frowned, not really understanding.
“But… you need me to take you back to Las Nevadas, don’t you? I mean, it’d take ages for you to get anywhere at that height!”
There it was, Quackity noted. The subtle persuasion. And although he hated to say it, Slime was right. Where they were currently? Ages away from anywhere, and that problem would be quintupled for Quackity.
“I… suppose you’re right. Take me back with you then.” Quackity tried to ignore his own instincts screaming to run away as he climbed onto the slime hybrid’s hand. To his slight surprise though, Slime didn’t act upon any instinct he may or may not have been having either, and instead walked at a leisurely pace while babbling about god-knows-what.
Quackity took that as an opportunity to get lost in his own thoughts. Well, he was certainly having thoughts of jumping off Slime’s palm, but that would even more certainly break every bone in his body if he did so. So he ruled that possibility out. Or maybe, just maybe, he’d manage to get all the way back to Las Nevadas without being eaten - or better yet - until he was back to his normal height. Quackity didn’t want to just wait to see how things played out, but it was pretty much the only thing he could do.
He had been lost in his thoughts for so long that he hadn’t even noticed his slimy companion going silent. His walking had slowed a little, too.
“You okay-”
Slime quickly cut him off.
“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have someone inside of you, Quackity?” No use of full name. Definitely suspicious. He scoffed nervously.
“Depends uh… what type you mean.”
“I think you know exactly what I mean.”
There was a long pause.
“I suppose not.. not really. No.”
“I think about it a lot, Quackity.” His expression was unreadable. Blank.
“Was there a point in asking me this?”
Slime suddenly tightened and readjusted his grip, holding Quackity tightly in his fist. The duck man had the air knocked out of him, now he could barely breathe at all.
“S-slime please let me go- you have no idea what you’re doing!”
“Sure. I can let you go.”
Slime held Quackity over his mouth. It was then that the winged man noticed that the slime hybrid was drooling. Panic swept over him in that moment. How long had he been suppressing this??
“Oh shit- not like that!” Quackity yelled out, but it was already too late. Slime had already dropped him in his mouth. And it was a lot more… wet than he had expected - but then again - he wasn’t sure what he had expected anyway.
He didn’t have time to ask himself that, though, as the even wetter tongue immediately assaulted him: spinning him around, licking him all over, pinning him to the roof of his mouth - Slime was clearly enjoying himself. The loud rumbling of the slime hybrid’s stomach made him even more nervous. He couldn’t taste that good… could he?
Things were going quite fast though. Before he knew it, he was being swallowed to the growling depths below. He tried to squirm frantically, but it made no difference, other than making Slime purr. Was Slime walking now? Maybe. Quackity couldn’t really tell. All he knew was that he wanted to get out of there. He didn’t even know how safe he was, but based off of the situation at hand, he assumed that he wasn’t safe at all.
He chose to fight back rather than wait to find out. He shoved at a stomach wall, but all that happened was his hand going into the stomach wall. Quackity hadn’t even considered that was possible. He would’ve thought that was cool, if it weren’t for the fact he was incredibly scared for his life.
What wasn’t cool was that he could feel Slime patting at him. The fuck? Did he really have to rub it in (punintended 😛)?
So he was trapped in here and he couldn’t struggle? Fantastic.
~~~woo timeskip of 2 hours my bestie~~~
After what seemed like decades later, the walking stopped, then a slight gravity shift occurred. Quackity hadn’t even noticed or cared, he was just so bored of being trapped in this little space. Around ten minutes passed with nothing happening. Then, a hand plunged into Slime’s stomach, and poked around until it found the duck man. This, Quackity did notice. The hand grabbed him, and it was then that Quackity realised it wasn’t a hand at all, but a paw. A fox paw. Fundy had come to save him? How did he even know Quackity was there?
Fundy not-so-gently yanked Quackity out of there. Fundy’s paw and the whole of the duck man were coated in green slime. He patted Fundy’s paw as a non-verbal thanks, before looking around for Slime. He was asleep on a chair. Bastard.
(We are NOT going to talk about how I didn’t proofread this… okay)
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askcfundy · 5 days ago
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You ever Olive a Garden?
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"I've only recently started gardening, haven't grown olives before."
He appears to have misunderstood.
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moku-and-his-madness · 1 year ago
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I made stickers!!
they're for a friend who is giving me sugar, monster, and bracelets in return :> But i had to post them!!!
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Yea!!
made with two layers of tape and...wax paper i thinks?
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