Because. Just Let Me See The Time Tape. I Promise, I Won't Pull Anything. I'll See What I Can Do To Fix

Quick question! What does dendro mean?

Fuck it. Might as well do one of those notes things.

Rules: comments don't count, spam as much as you want.

0 notes: i promise myself to never go over 300lbs again.

50 notes: I'll tell mum I'm aro if she doesn't already know

100 notes: I'll start showering more often (in progress)

200 notes: I'll buy isat

250 notes: I'll set up an acct of the Parkinson's charity site. (Still following through on the $20 from every paycheque goes to them)

300 notes: I'll start job hunting again (i missed out on the college fall sem)

500 notes: I'll fix that door. (The house shifted so it won't close)

1000 notes: I'll tell mum and dad that im dendro. (Won't happen)

Edit: Oh fuck. 6 days. Here, I'll add a few more.

1250 notes: I'll start doing weekly walks again (burnout is a bitch)

1750 notes: I'll vaccuum my entire room, including under the bed, and closet too.

2000 notes: I'll clean all the windows i frequently use.

Hell yeah! And let's make people thinks it's haunted so they don't bother us >:D

Screw romance who wants to go live in an abandoned castle with me

I've always wanted to be a magic user. After I found out it's possible, I studied for years until one day, a loner witch asks if I want to be her apprentice. I agree, ecstatic. After many years we run a small, but popular magic shop/cafe.

Everyone had a different theory on how the apocalypse would happen - plague, nuclear devastation, zombies, earthquakes, meteor strikes…nobody expected the magical creatures of the world to suddenly come out of hiding and starting clashing with humans.

Bonus: It’s now 200 years after the Event, and society has been rebuilt - humans and magic co-exist. What is your life like?

Screw it. It's never worked before, but I might as well try again.

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Spamton then proceeds to throw a pipis and run.

Lovable weirdo meets hateable weirdo

You're thinking of venomous things my guy (gender neutral).

*gives you a foxglove* *gives you a nightshade* *gives you a devil’s trumpet* *gives you a moonflower* *gives you an oleander* *gives you a lily of the valley* *gives you a hydrangea* *gives you wisteria* *gives you a buttercup* *gives you a daffodil* *gives you an iris* *gives you elder berries* *gives you a

THIS ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️

the statements "clothes don't have gender" and "clothes can and do invoke gender dysphoria and euphoria for many people" can and should coexist.

*Slides in, falling*

MOTH-!!

What do you mean by blessed?? Like, the thing is enhanced? Like sight blessed, is enhanced sight?? I'm confused!!

Amazing art as always though!

was feeling a little silly

The Wend*go is Not Your Cryptid

I'm Algonquin/Ojibwe and this is a spirit that comes from our teachings.

As a young child, the elders taught me to never even SPEAK its name, to not even sing its songs. When we sang a song about it during drumming group one year, we all got in trouble.

You do not spell the word or speak the word.

It's NOT a "cryptid" or a "spooky story" for white people to appropriate.

Its bearly spoken about in our own communities, and even then, only very carefully.

Again, not because its "creepy" but because its respected and something in our traditions that is not played around with; so its certainly not for non-ojibwe/algonquin people to speak about whatsoever. Period.