#trippy socks

[frankiecatphotography]

Massive Pipe Organ Pipes Socks - on Sale!

[goth-af]

Someday they will create witch socks that do this.

I hope I live to see that day.

Source: @alyggy (X)

[lindypaigewrites]

One of the things I'm really looking forward to with my WIP is the multiple upcoming first-person shrooms trips inspired by my real life trips. I've been dying to immortalize those moments.

[flownwrong]

something like this (due south fic)

F/K + F/K/V, rated T; ~1000 words

Summary: Ten ways Ray Kowalski's day can go.

A/N: For @thegoodthebadandtheart's birthday. Hap birth, friend! You're the real one <3

read on ao3

1. Back before The Great Frasering, my days went something like this: groan my way out of bed, try not to slip in the shower with my eyes not quite opening the whole way, inhale the coffee smell from the coffee mug, inhale the coffee from the coffee mug, Turtle feeding time, pants, shirt, holster, car, work—repeat in reverse, swapping coffee for beer and shower for a jerk-off-and-feel-sorry-for-myself session. Sprinkle in some evenings out with the guys—good collars, or someone's birthday, or impending fatherhood, or retirement—with bar games and shooting the shit, out of which I'm mostly good at that last one.

Work went something like this: come in, argue with anyone who's looking for an argument, try to make sure that doesn't include the witnesses or the Lieu, talk to people, shout at people, slap cuffs on people. On a good day, help people. Or at least try. Sprinkle in staying late in the attempts to keep all the papers in check, which wasn't as hard as you'd think considering back home it was mostly the TV and the Turtle waiting.

2. Then there was one day when work went something like this: Lieu calls me in, says, here's a doozy, wham, bam, I'm outta there, outta my own skin, outta my depth.

3. During The Great Frasering, my days went something like this: get to the station, hang out with Fraser, take a fat pill's worth of trippy shit, argue with Fraser, work with Fraser, hang out with Fraser, get slobbered on by wolf, go to bed, sleep the sleep of the dead—not necessarily in that order. Same on weekends, only without work. Well, not every time. Sprinkle in some letting Stella go, some letting Fraser in, some times my heart would feel so huge with needing him I was sure that was all she wrote.

4. Then there was one day that went something like this: Fraser catches a weirdass fish, gets on the trail of the killer of his mother, wham, bam, I'm outta Vecchio's skin, outta a plane, outta a partner. I'm lucky Fraser didn't get the memo.

5. The adventure went something like this: learn so much new stuff my brain felt three sizes too big for my skull, get why Fraser can't shut up about this place, spend so much time looking up at the sky one night I got a crick in my neck and felt dizzy, kiss Fraser, some more dizzy, try to figure out whether I said I loved him out loud only for him to say it first. Not find any hands, reaching out or otherwise, except for Fraser's hand down my pants, which, I'll be honest, I'll take over Franklin's any day of the week.

6. Then there was one day that went something like this: pack up my shit and go back to Chicago, listen to Fraser snuffle in his sleep on the plane, thank whoever's in charge about two hundred and eighteen times. Come home, curl up together in bed in the puzzle pieces way we worked out, only this time it's my bed, and technically it's the next day, but it's not like I stay up to check the clock.

7. After, it was The Great Frasering 2, bigger and better and like nothing I ever hoped for, until—

8. —the day that went something like this: Fraser sneaks off after lunch, which is nothing that pings my radar because he's his own guy, but then he comes home late and miserable and tells me Vecchio's back in town, which, yeah, maybe isn't something I was gonna do a victory lap about, but he looks way worse than I feel, which is ten different kinds of wrong, and then he says he owes me a bare minimum of honesty about his desires, with this face that gives me the idea he maybe isn't talking about me decked out in latex swinging a whip at him kind of desires, which scares the brains out of me because when it comes to the big feely things Fraser hardly ever talks, and I don't know if I will sock him one or curl up on the floor and sob until he tells me and it's so queer I end up laughing.

9. The days after that went something like—like something I don't even—but the important part is Fraser stays right where I want him, where I will always want him, and it turns out that's not the only thing I can want.

10. So, today went something like this: wake up late to an empty bed, inhale the coffee—the good stuff I never ask for but get nonetheless, have a bad hair day, go to work pissed off, piss Fraser off, piss the perp off, watch Fraser piss the perp off, take one in the jaw, give as good as I got, slap cuffs on the perp, sit through his song and dance, finally get rid of him. Endure the party, blow the party early, drive Fraser home. Open the door to Vecchio cooking, see him see me and swear, get the third bag of peas today slapped onto my face, get a beer and watch him chew Fraser out, better than TV. Eat half the whatever Vecchio's cooking right from the pan, listen to Fraser chew me out for bad behavior when all he really cares about is that there's less left for him. Make out with Fraser, pause for dinner, make out with Vecchio, try to stop the wolf from making out with me because I still smell like the good sauce, watch Vecchio make out with Fraser. Say wait, wait, what about the cake, hear Vecchio say what cake, say the one you made, hear the eyeroll as he says if you wanted one, should've made it yourself, say fuck you and get only today, Kowalski. Get herded off into the bedroom by Fraser, get horizontal, get—well, use your imagination.

So maybe this isn't exactly how I envisioned forty, but hey, my definition of a good day? Probably something like this.

[thesoftboiledegg]

No merchandise roundup last week because I sprained my ankle last week when I tripped and ate shit in a parking lot. But never fear: the mall was still open and stocked with Rick and Morty merchandise. Today, I dressed for success.

When I went into a head shop, the employee said "We have pipes that match your shirt!", then showed me a couple of Rick and Morty bongs.

Trippy Rick!

Pokemon Rick!

In these stickers, Frank Grimes lets loose while Rick reminds us that "EXISTENCE IS A LIE."

The Smiths also had a turn as Alice in Wonderland characters. That's actually a decent look for them.

Hi!!!!! 🥒

When I went to Rue 21, one of the employees said "I see that you're wearing a Rick and Morty shirt--" I grinned and adjusted it proudly. "Did you see our Rick and Morty capsule shirts?" "Yes, I did!"

Trust me, I've seen them. And so have all of you!

I guess Rick and Morty are part of an 80s hair metal band now?

Anyway, Hot Topic had a rare new item: Pickle Rick socks, because he just won't die.

This backpack in Spencer's is great. I would've bought it, but I don't have a use for it. But I thought about it!

I guess I could have used it to store my...Rick and Morty wallets!!

I love the colors on the Rest and Ricklaxtion illustration and how it includes Rick's favorite thing: crystals. 💎 That scene looks a lot more relaxing than the true events of the episode.

[cyandelightz]

|| Starter for @kirbykaabi || -- Fibonacci Ward --

This… place. This cybernetic city taken straight out of some kind of dystopian action movie, something that only exists in the realm of imagination and special effects. He's been here for just a little bit already, but that doesn't fix how baffling the situation is. He's been given a pamphlet of information, taken to his assigned residence, found his room… once in his room, checked to see what of his belongings was still on him. Someone took his sword, for one thing, and replaced it with some kind of… wooden, toy? What are you supposed to do with an axe whose head is made of wood?

Worse than that, someone stole his entire supply of - not just the Joy, but also medicine. Even the three pills he keeps in his socks are gone, and he's getting a headache from not just the withdrawals, but also just the surreality of the situation. He doesn't even remember how he got here. He's walked by like, ten women in the street already after not having seen any for a decade.

He's had drug overdoses less trippy than this.

Not only that, he's grappling with the idea that he has, 11,000 Dust, whatever that is, however much that would be in USD (or Mags for the post-apocalyptic like himself) - on his cellular phone somehow? Like… his phone is also a credit card? How does that work? And what's with this flat touchscreen? Did they forget about buttons in the future? For someone coming in from essentially right before Y2K, and then an apocalypse with no technological advancement, this is mystifying technology all around.

Regardless of that, though, thinking logically about his situation, there's absolutely no way most establishments would allow him into their premises in his current state of dress. This is because he doesn't wear a shirt. So that's what he's looking for - a thrift store, ideally, somewhere where he doesn't need to spend much of however much Dust actually represents in order to actually be wearing a shirt, and shoes, and thus qualify for business at most locations.

As he's looking - he's about to cross the street, always look both ways before you cross - he spots something, something small and low to the ground.

It's. An orb? A pink… orb? Ambulating? Bipedal, on two feet, with two additional nubs that might be limbs? And eyes, a mouth...

Despite himself, he vocalizes in shock.

"What."

What is that? Some kind of animal? A really weird mutant? He's beyond baffled.

[trippygalaxy]

*runs through tile hallway on socks and runs into wall* TRIPPY! DO U LIKE/KNOW MANESKIN

YEAH I DO!! I LISTEN TO A FEW OF THEIR SONGS :D

[chexadopt]

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[boosqoowoo]

beenzino - trippy (english lyrics translation)

*chorus

내 인생 trippy해 (one more time) my life is trippy (one more time)

돈이 전분 아니지만 money isn't everything

머리속 한 켠에 조명처럼 불 켰네 난 이게 가끔 but i turn on a light in a corner of my head sometimes 불편하지만 걍 그러려니 해 i feel uncomfortable with this sometimes, but i guess it is what it is

그래도 내 인생 뷔페엔 여러 가지가 있네 still, there are many things in the buffet of my life

Mom`s spaghetti 스테피의 김치찌개 mom's spaghetti, Steffi's* kimchi stew *Steffi is Stefanie Michova's nickname, Beenzino's wife **Beenzino mentioned that he liked the contrast between a Korean mother making a European dish, and his European wife making a Korean dish

friendship can get really twisted

trying to make that 꽈배기* straight trying to make that twist* straight *꽈배기 is also a bread that is made by twisting the dough

근데 내 꼰 다리도 제대로 못 피네 but my braided legs can't even stretch properly

but it’s ok 꾸부정한 허리 got paid but it's okay, my hunched back got paid

pretty good, yeah, real good, yeah

표지만 예쁘지 내 인생의 스크랩북 only the cover is pretty, a scrapbook of my life

근데 그 속은 ugly해서 나만 알아보게끔 꾸며놨지 but it's ugly inside, so i decorated it so that only i can recognize it

등장인물들은 like A to Z 너무 많지 the characters are like A to Z, too many

식구는 그 중 극히 일부 families are only a small part of it

삼다수처럼 늘 있지 in that 편의점 냉장고 속에서 it's always there like Samsadoo* in that convenience store refrigerator *Samsadoo is a brand of water that is widely available

i'm steady selling

so fuck that 들쑥날쑥 rap label so fuck that jagged rap label

fuck them, i don't really really rock with them fuck 'em all, i really can't fuck my rhythm up

걔한테 줄 fuck 은 minimum the fuck i give is the minimum

or maybe two syllables - fuck you

yeah 난 그냥 파티해 yeah, i just party

난 내 시간을 꽉 잡고 노네 i hold onto my time and play

my European bae

남아줄래 내 미슐랭 will you stay, my Michelin

please stay, baby stay (i just wanna party with you, baby)

yeah 난 그냥 파티해 yeah, i just party

난 내 시간을 꽉 잡고 노네 i hold onto my time and play

my European bae

남아줄래 내 미슐랭 (yeah, rain) will you stay, my Michelin (yeah, rain)

i'm not the same, not the same

Rain!!!

비는 내 예상과 다른 박자에 막 내리네 the rain just falls at a different beat than i expected

그런데 해와 비는 나의 무지개의 레시피 but the sun and rain are my rainbow recipe

소금이랑 Sesame 온 우주가 재료지 salt and sesame are the ingredients for the whole universe

불법체류하는 잡생각에 잠이 잘 안 오는가 ay i can't sleep well thinking about staying illegally, ay

나가야지 이불밖에 작업 욕구 빵빵해 i have to go out, outside the blanket, i have a desire to work to the brim

아무도 �� 못 막네 nobody can stop me

나는 노란 음바페 i'm the yellow Mbappe* *MBappe is a world famous football player, Beenzino is Korean (Asian = yellow)

고민 없지 통장에 no worries in my bank account worry 'bout yourself bro i'm on the good flow i know you are bankrupt i can't lie

쇼핑할 때 안 보고 떼부러 i don't see you when i'm shopping

내 fabric 은 silky해 bro my fabric is silky, bro

선탠해 내 새 노래 틀고 노 브라로 컴온 get a tan, play my new song and come on with no bra

난 파라솔 넌 영혼 팔았고 i'm a parasol, you sold your soul (one more time) *파라솔 (parasol) sounds like 팔아soul (sell your soul)

양양 해변 모래성처럼 무너졌지 yangyang beach collapsed like a sandcastle

그만해줬음 좋겠어 너 예술인 척 좀 i want you to stop pretending you're art

water splash, water splash

난 여기 서있쥬 Ay i'm standing here, ay

뉴욕 주에 맨 앞줄에 new york state, front row (one more time)

건너편엔 Kodak Black across the street is Kodak Black*

건너편엔 Trippie Redd across the street is Trippie Redd* *both are famous American rappers

*chorus repeats*

내 인생 trippy해 돈이 전분 아니지만 머리 속 한 켠에 조명처럼 불 켰네 난 이게 가끔 불편하지만 걍 그러려니 해 그래도 내 인생 뷔페엔 여러 가지가 있네 Mom's spaghetti 스테피의 김치찌개 Friendship can get really twisted Trying to make that 꽈배기 straight 근데 내 꼰 다리도 제대로 못 피네 But it's ok 꾸부정한 허리 got paid Pretty good, yeah, real good, yeah

So down

I'm done ain't with the phonies get to know me (know me)

Giving you me from the words

To the socks hey come get to know me

They looking like boom wow checking my style you living clone-y

Welcome as my one true self

Come acknowledge my grace

Hey baby I'm my one true self

Come and look at my face

the pre-release of this song's ending differs from this version i'm done copying shit i'm over that copying shit i'm done with it i'm done copying shit you can't really cock block my life yeah, shit, we're just partying yeah, we're just partying yeah, we just party

[ghostjelliess]

Related, but ranty (sorry):

I had a dream last night that Stonehenge was just the remaining structure of a really old mall.

Half-asleep me had a great time squishing the idea of Prehistoric Mall Goth around like playdough, imagining the stores and stalls calling trades and wares like "say a prayer, get a lit candle, save yourself the hour of frustration lighting your hearth from scratch cus you let it go out, you heathen" or having community events like fabric dyeing, where people bring their stained whites and sing songs while dunking them in barrels of steaming onion-skins, or maybe there's a compost pickup trailer with a side bin to drop your broken ceramics that will be used to repave the roads, local beauty pageant to select the next high priest or whatever. It just kept evolving backwards from that discus scene in Disney's Hercules, from Greek bronze age back to the neolithic until it turned kinda nightmarish. My brain kept collapsing my crude mall concept-art imaginings back into the skeleton of what's left today in a trippy time lapse that skipped randomly around cultures, locations, and time periods (there was a brief Chihuly-style urnfield art installation involved... Yeah, I dunno), then I woke up and opened the window because it was a million degrees.

So what I'm saying is that I think we also potentially won't understand a bunch of artifacts because they're just the remnants of mundane human things we still do, and we so badly want them to be foreign to our modern minds, we want to believe in our own progression, and simultaneously in the unique ways of the past.

(Note: I'm not saying Stonehenge was a mall.) (Note: I am saying "heh, wouldn't it be fucked up if we—" is a mundane human thing we all still do).

Other notable examples (theories used as warnings by archeo profs) include:

The dodecahedron things found in the alps that someone finally asked the right people about and they laughed cus they still use it for knitting the toes of wool socks (or potentially jewelry wire chaining/braiding).

That specific bone scraper tool that was a mystery until the right people saw it and pointed out that it's a beamer/scraper and still used for tanning hides today because it's the best.

The mysterious case of knives hidden in some roofs of pnw dwellings—a ritual? A sacrifice? A defense? Until a mom-archaeologist came through and was like "yeah, cus kids duh."

The dozens of cases of Native American reservation digs that ended because a living resident either A. told the oral history of what happened and was right (pnw tsunami anyone) or B. revealed they made the thing and why (I read one about a cairn built to designate a good four-wheeler parking spot, experienced one about the cornerstones of not an ancient dwelling, but just a shed that got blown down twenty years ago in a bad storm, and I'm sure there are a million more).

Anyway, yeah, believe in the human constant variable of chaos for funsies.

I'm firmly convinced that there are certain archaeological artifacts we'll never fully understand because what sparked their creation was some prehistoric craftsperson thinking to themselves "hey, you know what would be fucked up?"

[exodusartisan]

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[sock-to-the-third]

You know, I might think about moving blogs again in a year or so. I like being able to look back on my old blog and being like “when the fuck did I say that!!??”

And “oh yeaaaaaah, I had a good point. Still don’t remember lol.”

It’s kinda nice seeing different eras of your life broken up into sections. Then some rando stumbles upon an old post and you just go “wowzers, that brings back some memories!”

Like I totally forgot there was a time I didn’t like plushies/stuffed animals/plentiful pillows. I was a 1 bitch pillower for a while. Trippy.

I think if I do switch blogs again, I’ll go back to Bliss Hellfire and make a new writing blog for posting my regular fic that I’ve been working on for the last 4 months, posting that in October.

Feel like that’s just the right time to get this ball rolling, you know?

Getting in a better and better place. Building myself up. Seeing what’s rotten and what just needs a paint job and shoring that shit up.

By October, I feel like I’ll feel like setting aside sock-to-the-third and maybe saving my favorite quotes, reports and list of books I’ve read. Maybe a few other things to a display blog… or maybe not. I kinda like just digging around and seeing what I’ll find.

Ironically, when I started this side blog sometime in 2020 for reblogging, then abandoned it by 2021, I never thought I’d come back to it except for laughs.

Lol, freaking rand to it in 2024 as if escapingn the Spanish Inquisition in reality it’s like running from 10 people who passed by you complimenting your skirt and then having a panic attack.

Glad it happened. Made me realize why people have multiple blogs lol. Some people light up when the spotlight is one them. I wither like a mushroom in the sun.

I much rather be done with a project and come back and see who’s attached to it when I’m not invested anymore than have anybody new I grew the damn thing lol.

Welp! Here’s to a good year.

Cheers!

[gracieblood]

fit to uh, make life decisions.

these baggy jeans. my dad once told me i could fit a family of squirrels up the legs of them. im yet to try it

shirt that i cut thumb holes into two years ago because i thought it would be kewl

my fluffy socks, man do they look trippy in this image

accessories, because i uh, got that shit on

[89rooms]

We know a dandy when we see one. Three-piece or double-breasted suit of ineffable, enviable fit, often in rainbow-trippy tweeds, tattersalls and velvets. Pristine collar, tie and pocket square. Vivacious socks. Shoes pampered and polished. A boutonniere, hat, walking stick—or all three—as grace notes. The dandy has the disciplined vigor of a Bach fugue, the ebullience of a male warbler in spring plumage. There is no female equivalent to this virtuoso of the three-way mirror, perhaps because a dandy’s display takes place within the narrow paradigm of men’s attire—shirt, pants, jacket—a silhouette hardly touched by fashion trends. Dandiacal energy, this exhibition argues, is more often an expression of nonconformism, romanticism, self-invention and idealism—not to mention the aesthete’s unrelenting life of the eye—than it is an act of vanity.

Laura Jacobs - 'Beau Brummell and His Heirs'

[thesoftboiledegg]

Apparently, it was my destiny to post a merchandise roundup today because when I arrived at Spencer's, I got there just in time to see the employees stacking new Rick and Morty merchandise. Nothing I haven't posted before, but I took that as a positive sign even as a guy started loudly clapping (not because of the shirts) for no reason that I could see, angering an employee.

This visit was pretty serendipitous because a few minutes later, I ran into a guy wearing a Rick and Morty hoodie in the store. He let me snap a couple of pictures:

Anyway, Spencer's was lined with Rick and Morty merchandise as always, but I wasn't finding anything new until I stumbled upon this poster. I love merchandise with experimental art styles. This one in particular looks pretty "old school," like something from seasons 1-2.

"I'M PICKLE RICK!" Nobody's sick of hearing that!

Hot Topic had a new set of socks. Still wondering why so much merchandise has a screaming Morty on it. Do people love it when he screams in the show? I don't.

The bootleg print store had the usual stolen art, but this poster that changed when you looked at it from different angles was actually really cool in person.

I also saw this classic image turned into a print. I love how Summer's over it just like Rick. "Idgaf" gang.

Charlotte Russe had fun, trippy designs. I love the neon colors.

More bootleg merchandise. This time, it was a booth loaded with tumblers, including this gem.

I almost walked past a toy store, but then I saw rows of Funko Pops and thought "Eh, maybe they've got some merchandise for adults." I saw what looks like...a 3D puzzle? Never seen one of those before.

Man, I can't stand that episode. Anyway, they've also got regular puzzles. And again, Morty screams!

Aaaaaah!

Whenever I go into Spencer's, I look for Rick and Morty merchandise in the jewelry section, but I never find it (aside from ear gauges.) I seriously think that Adult Swim should look into that since they're cashing in on everything anyway. RM press-on nails could be pretty lucrative. Same with rings, necklaces and charm bracelets. Also, they're not jewelry, but RM tarot cards would probably be popular.

Hire me, Adult Swim! I'll tell you what all the Tumblr girlies want.

[luminarily]

Mmario's lace patterns (eg lobster quadrille, and a bunch of very bookishly named patterns) are all free; joansgarden has some very cool animal themed stuff going on; frivolite handcrafts has some really nice double knit patterns; elfmoda has this epic maple leaf shawl; we love svetlana gordon; virginia catherall did this series of tree bark inspired scarves; lynne and douglas barr have patterns for intarsia landscape sweaters; the fallen shawl from kyle vey is another literal leaf; the duck hat slays absolute penis; emma bermudez makes patterns for socks that look like an animal is eating your feet; my favourite hat is a capuchine; phrygia is one of many hats that are pointy at the top like a pixie hat; anne holtegard does these complex ass shawl charts; i feel like we gotta mention halibut sweater for its popularity; hunt hand knits did the really epic dinosaur bones shirt; fish hat is an obligatory W; any of the gingko shawls is super cool; gone fishing and la ronde de poissons shawls are both in my queue; goldfish mittens would go great with the aforementioned fish hat; great horn rimmed owl vest is possibly right up your alley, and so is mushroom forager bag; if you're not afraid to spend $20 on a whimsical recipe then go for jane thornley; kieran foley is an obsession of mine; i have purchased multiple patterns from picklespatterns' 30% off sales; frankie brown has this niche of ten stitch scarf type things and flourishes in it; limberlost luna moth is a shawl with a literal luna moth on it; i suspect NEK colorwheel shawl deserves a shoutout; night owl is a shawl/scarf i'm spinning yarn for; knitovation stitch dictionary has charts for really cute patterns and creatures you can implement in other knits; photography shawl is a 3d knit and on that note, rastus hsu focuses on origami knits; add scarfish to the fish themed knits i got on here; celestarium is pretty cool especially if you do beads; swing geckos is cute; trembling aspen has awesome leaves in yarn overs; tree peonies has my heart; trout mittens and cape koi are even more fish themed stuff; vincent cuff goes hard on the starry night themed beading; vino oniv is some trippy square patterns; yak sweater is what it says on the tin; wings of peace and wings for nightbird get to be grouped together, and same with bat cape and wananana bat shawl but that's all what i like. You need to:

1. Go on rav forums and search for threads where people suggest cool patterns

2. Search by pattern and filter by things like "most favourites" and "most happy with"

3. When you find a really cool thing, stalk the maker's notebook. Not just the pattern designer. I mean the guy who knit it. Chances are you have the same taste.

After scrolling through a bajillion pages of the current fad for greige 10 mohairs held together plain sweaters, I have finally found a designer worth buying patterns from! If only they had this scale pattern on a sweater!