i am so slow
you can look at the posts on a certain day?
url.tumblr.com/day/2012/12/25 <- what you posted last christmas
omfg chRIST WHY DIDN’T I KNOW THIS BEFORE????
makes my fckn life EASIER
BECAUSE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OF USE IS EVER IN THE HELP SECTION
I MUST SPREAD THE WORD TO MY FOLLOWERS
I’m sad because my blind box wasn’t in the mail today :’(
((The lack of notes is concerning.))
Asexuality is most definitely a sexuality though and whoever says its not is wrong???
Asexuality is technically the lack of sexuality, but it is indeed a real thing if that’s what you mean.
asexuality is a lack of sexual attraction, not a lack of sexuality
asexuals can have an active sex drive, but just be unattracted to sex
- the ones who were simply born that way
- the ones who became that way through abuse
- the ones whose sexual orientation shifted that way over the years
- the ones who like sex
- the ones who think sex is icky
- the ones who are repulsed by sex
- the ones who couldn’t care less about sex
- the ones who have no sex drive
- the ones who have a fully active sex drive
all of them
every single one
♥ -it! - Support the artist
// Support ALL the artists //
PLEASE! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS TO ME AND A MULTITUDE OF MY FRIENDS. I GET DISCOURAGED ALL-THE-TIME ABOUT MY ART BECAUSE I GET LITTLE TO NO RECOGNITION. SO I BEG YOU, IF YOU LIKE SOMETHING, PLEASE MAKE IT KNOWN. LEAVE A COMMENT, REBLOG IT TO SEVERAL PLACES, SHOW YOUR FRIENDS! IF YOU HELP BUILD AN ARTISTS CONFIDENCE, THEIR CREATIVITY WILL KNOW NO BOUNDS.
No seriously this is an actual problem I have. Like when no one seems to notice my art after I’ve worked for days on it, it honestly really hurts. So seriously if you like someones art make it known. It helps us so so much
Same. I’m feeling nobody really cares about my art anymore.
And I had redesigns to dish out…
some game white people play so that they can talk to dead spirits idk if it works and im never gonna try it to see if it does
I did one before. Creepiest shit ever
When I was little I went over my Hispanic neighbors house cause his daughter was having a sleep over. She pulled out the board and started playing with. I didn’t believe the shit until we heard someone crying downstairs. We thought it was her little cousins because we had lost them. We went in the room and it was throw up all over the floor and walls and the two little cousins were standing in the middle of the room, spotless. We asked them who was crying and who threw up and they both said the “lady” did. I went home after that.
nope nope nope woulda never went back i woulda moved to other continent what is thissss
That shit really works bruh. For some reason I was convinced to try it out a few years ago. Still can’t get over it.
sigh tell your story bruh what happened?
My friend got the game for her birthday and was like “let’s try this shit out”, so my dumbass was like “aight I’m down.” So her, my boyfriend at the time, and myself went to her house and tested this thing out. We started by asking questions only one of us would know, like my boyfriend’s great-grandmother’s name, underwear color and shit like that. Then we tried upping the ante and asked some questions about our dead relatives. First of all, the ouija board had a name, and even spelled it out for us. It also was born in 1780, so that bitch is old. We asked it about my dead grandmother (where is she, what was she doing, stuff like that). The board started talking for my grandmother and used the pet names only my grandmother and I knew. We started getting freaked the fuck out, and tried putting the board away, but the ouija board wouldn’t let us. It kept spelling out how angry it was at us and shit. We finally threw it back in the box and left it in her basement, but the lights in her basement went out and her entire house lost power. My black ass took myself back home ASAP
in the basement what in the hell shoulda jumanji’d it threw it in the river i bet its still down there
lmaoo at your leaving your friends to fend for themselves i woulda done the same shit doe lol
nah this shit is no joke.
my little sister, her friend, and i fucked with that shit for like a week once. we were talking to dead people and shit like it was nothing but i would get these huge migraines after i used it, so clearly whatever the hell it was was taking a physical toll on my body. I declined further usage of that haunted little board. but my sister became almost fucking possessed by it. we would find her sneaking away to use it all the time and locking herself in her room so we couldn’t see her use it. then she started waking up in the middle of the night screaming and running out of her room. EVERY SINGLE FUCKING NIGHT for like 2 months. but the crazy part is she never remembered screaming or anything the next day. no damn memory of it at all. I took that board, burnt some sage around it, and buried that shit in the woods. not this time satan, not today.
bruh…. bruh…. ill never touch one of those mother fucking things
everyone says this shit works. even my religious mother…
luciferssuccessor if i die in some freak way, you know what my white ass didNO.bradley-herondale
I got a story too, except this one isn’t so much of us playing it (well yeah we play it too but). Get ready for some real spooks. Okay, but no serious my cousins live in this old as fuck house and I used to go over their and spend the night every weekend and I always knew that shit was haunted, freaked me out, but it was always little shit like doors opening closing, noises, ect. Nothing too bad. Now, one weekend in particular my uncle was downstairs in the basement. I had 4 cousins and it was a 3 bedroom house, so my uncle decided to build like a room type thing in the basement. Well, he had to go behind the staircase to get some shit and that’s when he noticed one of the boards on the wall was hanging off slightly. Now if I were him I woulda left that shit, but no my uncle was like ‘hmm lemme check that shit out’ and he fucking took the board off behind the wall. I remeber him coming upstairs and telling me older cousins and my 12 year old ass to get downstairs and check this out. Downstairs, behind the damn wood was another wall and on the wall was a oujia board stuck to it with some scary ass writing around it. As a twelve year old I didn’t know whether to cry or be in awe. Oh oh, but here’s the worse part, my uncle just blew it off as some creepy cult bullshit from previous owners or something and decided to take it off the wall.
From the moment on the activity increased dramatically. Things being pushed off tables, loud banging, crying being heard from the basement. I remember one incident in particular where I was taking a shower and on the other side of the wall came three loud bangs. I nearly pissed myself.
Okay, it doesn’t even end there, my stupid cousins and I decided ‘hey let’s try to talk to them with the oujia board’. Like jesus chrust how dumb can kids be. At first my uncle told us it was a bad idea and tried to hide the board, but we found it and one night when he wasn’t home we used it.
We had the candles and everything, but guess what room the genius 5 kids decided to play in boom. If you guessed the basement you were right. Eventhough I believed in the haunting of the house, I still wasn’t a full believer in oujia boards themselves, so I decided to step back and just have my cousins play as I asked it questions only I knew the answers to. Every single one of them was correct. No matter the question, as I, the only person who knew the answer stood across the room, it had it right. I was a bit freaked out and now convinced that this thing might just work. I went over and began to play with them. At first they joked around, trying to do that ‘spooky’ question thing young kids do, but wow after a few minutes that thing got pissed.
It would jerk roughly to each letter and number and then eventually flung itseld away from all of us. You can tell when someone in the group would push it away like that, but we were all barely touching it and no one evn moved their fingers enough to chuck the thing like it did. Now, we were all nearly pissing ourselves so my cousin hurried to grab it, came back and we said goodbye respectively.
The next day we went out back and burned the board, I swear I saw a face in those flames. The house is still haunted to this day. Sometiems activity is minimal, tapping and such, but sometimes it gets extreme.
My cousins have told me about being push out of bed and being pulled under the bed.The crying and banging continue. It’s gotten worse too. My uncle is in a band and when he’s down int he basement rehearsing he says that he can hear what sounds like a young girl sing along with him. Doors slam. Not just wind type slams, but harsh, rough, angry slams. Pictures will fall off walls. The dog refuses to go in the basement. The cat hates being inside. Electronics will short circuit all the time.
Long story short, do not fuck with oujia boards.
have u ever had a depersonalization moment when you look at yourself in the mirror and think wow this person is me and i have this body and this life and everything feels so strange why am i me and not someone else
YES OTHER PEOPLE FEEL IT TOO
it’s a symptom of anxiety
This happens to me a lot and it’s really jarring.
Yup. Been writing. Doing the things. You know how I do. I am just way tired. A nice lady came and cleaned my house today. I am going to make bibimbap for dinner. Delicious!
Thank you all, as always, for joining me. I have brought Spy back into the mix. I only hope I can do him justice. We’re gonna start seeing all of the other mercs, soon. Probably also starting seeing more short interludes as I have more perspectives available to play with. I hope it goes okay!