this was the best time ever bc my host had just changed the tire and I was like “oh hell yeah an old tractor tire! you know what that means!” and everyone was like “no….” the French boys and the Norwegians were like “we dont actually” and I was like my god….I’m the only hillbilly here….it’s Up To Me
and I like to think of that as the only significant cultural impact I made.
everyone’s so worried about my tree trajectory but that’s the best part about rolling downhill in tractor tires: so much of the shock is absorbed by the tire so you can pretty much do anything. in theory. i’m not a doctor I actually don’t know you could probably still die. one of the guys I roped into this went over a huge boulder and went airborn for a hot second though so that was fun
You see it among the trees. A shadow moving silently through the forest. As it comes closer you realize its a big stag. A stunning creature, a true king of the wild. You cant take your eyes of off it. How lucky you are to have come this way altho the game warden told you not to venture out on your own. You smile as you watch the animal get even closer. You blink your eyes. You blink again. Something… is off. The yellow-white face on a otherwise dark body. The way its head is twitching. And how the crown of antlers seem to move in strange patterns. You furrow your brow but before your next line of thoughts take hold of your mind the animal sees you. And it change. From the ragged body a pair of long arms unfold. Hands with thinn, sharp fingers are placed firmly on the ground, one on each side of its body, and with a heave it rise its upperbody and front hooves in the air, standing even taller on hind legs and long arms potruding from the withers. It throws back its head and screams, one hollow, dislocated sound, and then it rush towards you, six limbs giving it speed like no other animal. You dont even get a chance to take one single step before its upon you, empty blackness greeting you from the eye sockets of a grinning skull, ten arms outstreched and hands reaching.
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This guy is completely handmade and original, ooak (one of a kind) and my own take on the mythical wendigo. He is fully posable, even the antlers/hands and every finger on all the 10 hands are, as is his jaw. Face, feet, ears and antlers are sculpted with lots of details and then painted and sealed. The body is made with high quality faux fur that Ive trimmed and he glow in the dark – his antlers, eye sockets, 2 long arms, mark on the forehead and teeth all glow for several hours. There will never be another one like him.
I don’t care if they got a body like Nicki Minaj with their boobs pushed up to their chin and wear more pink and ruffles than a unicorn in a tutu. If they tell you they’re nonbinary, then they’re fucking nonbinary.
I don’t care if he’s got the highest, prettiest voice and wears dresses and pink glittery nail polish and high heels. If he tells you he’s a boy, then he’s a fucking boy.
I don’t care if she looks like the Hulk and talks like Morgan Freeman and has a beard to rival Thor and the hairiest chest and legs ever and wears a suit. If she tells you she’s a girl, then she’s a fucking girl.
Deal with it.
Riding public transit shortly after Caitlin Jenner introduced herself to the world, I heard two men in their sixties with thick Southern accents turn conversation to ‘this whole Jenner business.” I braced myself for something ugly and considered moving further down the train; I’m glad I didn’t.
“I just don’t get it, ya know?” one of them began, shaking his head. “I mean, you bump into somebody in the supermarket and you say, ‘I’m sorry, sir,’ and hear back, ‘actually, it’s ma’am,’ then you say, ‘so sorry, ma’am; my mistake’ not ‘I’LL CALL YOU SIR IF I DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT!!!’” More head shaking. “What’s the matter with some people? They just got no manners.’
me, long ago, perfectly innocent: hm, i don’t have a lot of followers, but i wanna perform well for them so i’m going to construct a good queue system and post content that they’ll enjoy !!
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