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“The High Priestess represents human wisdom. The most intuitive and connected, she is a card of awareness. She urges you to listen to your inner voice and follow your instincts. Your mind knows far more than you think. Turn within for the guidance you seek.” “She represents unknown, mystery, intuition, spiritual knowledge, and the subconscious mind. She is esoteric.”

I mean, fuck, I like bed. I like sleep. I like cozy blankies I like napping, I like to eep. I like Z catching and wink catching and counting sheep. I like doing beddie bye shit. Snooze it? Honk mimi

Kermit for pope

I was trying to find out if Kermit was eligible to be pope and I found a blog that says he's the perfect example of a catholic priest

Look Up

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I don't usually dabble in realism - but this was a gift for someone very meaningful in my life. And some things just deserve to be painted as they are.

yeah i like Dimension 20 a normal amount, why do you ask? patreon * twitch * shop  

Free bumper sticker design for any Floridians who want it

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the whole spectrum etc…

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Since people seem to like my pride outfit!

clark reupload

edit: forgot the sweater comic

"the boob on ich plague." -a german person with chest dysphoria.

I dont want people to find this

I wrote this in a notebook when I was supposed to be sleeping. I had no idea where this story was meant to go and I was very tired but I thought you guys would like it anyway <3

Imagine performing your own autopsy. Seeing your perfectly clean naked corpse lying on a metal slab as cold and lifeless as itself. As your hands make the first incision, the skin snags and damages your scalpel’s blade, as if your body is still trying to prevent others understanding it, still as stubborn from beyond the grave as it was when it was alive.

Despite its…your resistance, after plunging and slashing and prying with your now ruined scalpel, practically begging for the flesh to open up to you, to tell you what happened to us, to just let you in, the skin gives way. Practically caves in, even, and a wretched stench fills the ice-cold room.

Gazing into your own gaping chest cavity, you see atrophied muscle, liquefying organs, decaying tissues and thick, gunky blood. Your body was only in storage for about a day and a half and found dead an hour before that. Nothing could rot it that fast, especially in cold storage. Your eyes water, but whether it’s from the smell or the fear that one day you will become this, are already becoming this, you can’t tell.

Nothing could make your body rot that fast. Not if it had just died. Maybe that corruption was there all along. Maybe it’s already within you. Maybe you brought it upon yourself.

You swear your body looks at you, it’s expression a mix of resentment and pity. It knows. It knew the whole time. They say ignorance is bliss, but knowledge of ignorance is purgatory and you must either learn, condemning yourself, or stay a fool forever.

There is only one way you can save yourself. You rip your shirt off and turn and plunge the blunt, mangled scalpel into your own chest, eliciting a reflexive gasp despite the cold numbness spread throughout your body. It slashes messily, like a rake across soil, and you see a puff of fungal spores burst from the wound.

You fall to the ground as faceless assistants haul your body into a metal storage unit, like you dragged the corpse from. The last thing you see is a single tear falling from the corpse’s eye before you are locked in the cold steel coffin and you are forced into darkness.

Hours later, long after all your internal functions have ceased, you hear footsteps draw closer. As you are pulled once again into the light by the assistants, you see your chest fully unblemished and out of the corner of your eye, you see yourself enter the room with a fresh scalpel and a haunted look in your eyes.

Please, tag where you're from 🫶🏼

I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

Petitions - UK Government and Parliament

Petition: Legally enshrine the right of adults to physically transition using NHS services

Introduce a law to legally protect the right of those aged 18 and over to transition using NHS services. This should specifically cover phys

Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧

Question: What is the greatest magic of all? Answer: Friendship, right? [B]: The greatest magic of all is not friendship, it's chronomancy, the ability to control and warp time. If friendship were the greatest magic, look, it's a pet peeve of mine (...)

DUNGEON MASTER BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN ANSWERS DnD QUESTIONS (TECH SUPPORT | WIRED)

I wish kinky sex ed wasn't so stigmatized even among left-leaning "sex positive" circles. Everyone's all "uwu I'm a sub I'll do anything you ask" okay mommy wants you to read The New Bottoming Book so you learn how to sub without hurting yourself since your sex ed up to this point is porn and your ex boyfriend Jared who liked to choke you incorrectly

If Rock N Roll came out today they would call it Woke N Roll and it would be woke

Kickstarter

Umbert Actually! - The Animated Series

Help Jellybox fund more shorts featuring Umbert Actually, everyone's favorite animated know-it-all!

PLEASE HELP SUPPORT, REBLOGGING ALSO HELPS!!!!!!

i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck

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@quiddie

10k notes I'll come out to my parents

found an old reddit AMA with brennan and discovered this gem

Inspired by the most recent Fireside chat, here's my first piece of fanart for Worlds Beyond Number! (hopefully first of many, but that's gonna require bending inspiration to my will, soooo)

This story is and has been and will continue to be one of my favorite things in the world. Crackle Crackle 🔥✨

guys, the male loneliness epidemic can be solved, we just need to hate all women even harder

If you use the terms “crime”, “sin” and “inconvenience” interchangeably, you get to experience what being a person of power in ye olden days was like.

Mechanical Dance

Why did she have to give up the greater part of herself?

I guess it never really was her choice to begin with, was it...

...Will you dance with her, even now?

Certified Termina moment

Fear & Hunger: Termina

It just kills me when writers create franchises where like 95% of the speaking roles are male, then get morally offended that all of the popular ships are gay. It’s like, what did they expect?

When you see it, REBLOG IT.

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Elvis with enemies: foe mama

Sad Elvis: Woe, Mama