I’m honestly tired of nonblacks critiquing rap. A Black boy on tik tok remixed a pop song and it’s trending right now, and some nonblack hoe was bitching about how it’s “mID” and honestly, who asked her? I’m glad that his shit is trending, I hope he’s getting several bags. Like damn tik tok thrives off everything niggas do, but hates crediting those niggas.
In Vaulted Halls Entombed scared the fuck out of me, because the edibles chose to kick in during that episode. And afterwards I was staring at the credits all fucked up and disturbed.
But if he was going to get sent to some interdimensional plane as a punishment for his insolence towards Gozer… this was pretty damn unexpected. As far as what he imagined interdimensional planes went. It looked a hell of a lot like panhandle farm land.
DIRT was written on the side of a collapsing barn…
Well, maybe not. But the satellites on top of the rather verge of collapsing itself looking, possibly Victorian era, home did look promising…
Ray realized he was still holding his proton pack, and it was humming in his hands… Had they blasted the Destroyer? Had Gozer so much as blinked?
Was New York City a pile of ash and ruin at this point?
Things were fuzzy and Ray felt an uneasiness in his stomach. He turned the proton wand off and holstered it back, walking towards the house. His boots cut grooves into the tilled earth and something… he wasn’t sure what, made him kneel down and place a hand on the ground. He wiped at the dirt between rows… Something metal.
And then he heard a car rolling up the dirt pathway. He glanced to it at first, thinking it was odd a car would be here but then he stood. Not just any car.
As far as exciting evenings went, Phoebe would have considered gutting the cyclotron in the weird garage basement and rewiring it to power whatever kind of accelerator was strapped to that old ALICE frame a win, but Trevor had to go and make it his version of exciting. Promises of dropping her off to see her new friend – shock and awe still dripping from his tone when Phoebe mentioned it, yeah, a friend, a lab partner, actually, even though they weren’t probably going to do any labs – had Phoebe gathering up the smallest piece of available equipment to show him, the handheld meter with the elevating arms, and loading up into the back of the old Cadillac hearse. The roof rack alone made the thing top-heavy on turns and Trevor’s driving wasn’t great, but Podcast lived on the outskirts of Summerville and the trip was fairly unremarkable. He went to do something with a girl, and she and Podcast had spent a few quick hours extracting visible DNA from an onion, and when Trevor picked her up, both his excuse and his mood had remarkably improved. Nothing else exciting to report.
Until they bumped up the road to return and see if their mom had any luck reinforcing the attic joists and saw a figure standing in their front yard. Trevor yanked to a halt and Phoebe braced herself on the back of the passenger seat.
“What the hell….” Trevor began, reaching for the door and fumbling it open, clambering out as Phoebe scrambled from the rear of the vehicle and squinted at the stranger. “We don’t need any pesticides, we aren’t growing anything.” He lifted his voice, waving vaguely toward what he assumed was fumigation equipment, and Phoebe’s eyes widened as she stepped forward hastily, the man’s portable collider familiar. Nearly identical to the one in the basement.
“Wait-” she began, and Trevor reached for her, missing her shoulder in a hasty swipe and a bluster of wind. “He’s not an exterminator. I think I know him.”
“You know him?” Disbelief steeped his voice, like when she’d introduced him to Podcast. Yes, his name was Podcast.
“No, I mean I know about this equipment.”
“You… what? No, I’m getting Mom. We don’t want anyone spraying -”
“Don’t go.” Phoebe’s voice was tight, urgent, as she looked up at the stranger, who appeared about as confused as they did, his forehead corrugated like an old piece of cardboard, his hands trembling almost imperceptibly where they gripped the emitter she’d seen attached to the equipment beneath the barn, the high-pitched sound of the power cells resonating through her jaw. “How’d you find us?” Lower, so Trevor couldn’t hear, she pushed her glasses up her nose. “I have one of those too.”
if you want to be a regular Anon, don’t ghost! It’s not cute at all, I really want to talk to people so I don’t see the point in doing that. Also for being added on the Anon list you have to appear 3 times ♡
rules DNI are valid here too. Don’t send hate towards me and/or others. If I think that the message that you send could be triggering/sensitive for the others, then I’m sorry but I won’t respond to it.
It’s looking like I’m going to be working very short hours for the majority of September. And while I have money that ca tide me over before I start a full time gig, it all comes from my school savings…
I hate to use it. I know that there’s things/bills that take precedence over saving money up, but…I worked so hard to save it up! I didn’t touch it for the longest time!
Dain got a sweet new flail during his last session so I updated my previous design for his flail a little so that it matches the new concept. The flail is called Zaragosa’s Tooth && it’s got an ice dragon’s tooth at the end !
// - Okay so I updated my blocklist & I just want to toss out a warning to my mutuals/followers bc this person is back on tumblr after harassing me & a group of my friends. tw for a LOT of stuff.
The doc itself may take a while because honestly there’s a LOT. This is the general gist of it but it doesn’t even begin to cover it all. Please stay safe everyone.
EDIT: I am only sharing this information to warn people that this person is still exhibiting these behaviours AFTER being spoken to & asked by multiple people to STOP, which they PROMISED to do. They have been blocked by myself & my friends involved (as well as other people), kicked & banned from two servers, & though I’ve tried to give the benefit of the doubt they’d change it’s not looking like it’s going to happen. Please DON’T harass them or anything, just block & move on.
For someone who had a lot of early pagan experiences with Church of All Worlds, it’s kind of surprising that I’m only just now reading “Creating Circles & Ceremonies.”
Follow the story of Decay Isabela following her origin from the golden child to the family shame following her blow-out at Mirabel to leaving her AU for a new life.
Please don’t reblog this, as this is a masterlist I plan to keep updating once I have drabbles and headcanons posted and I don’t want outdated ones floating around. If you folks wants a list, then I can post a separate one but i’d love for this to remain unreblogged. Thank you.
