It’s 7:50 in the morning and I just had to read the words “he climaxed like a hurricane, wet and wild” with my own two eyeballs, and now so do you. Happy Friday 😂
The thing is she knows, she knows her descriptions make me lose my shit laughing and she’s okay with this. She just asks me to help her fix it because she doesnt know how to get over the embrasssment of being vulgar. Which frankly, my time to shine lmao
“Sharron we’ve talked about this.”
“I know, I know, it just seems so crude.”
“…you can type the words “his proud manspire flowed freely like a Grecian fountain” but “cock” is beyond you?“
“You’re putting this on your blog, aren’t you?”
“Consider it recompense for making me read the word "manspire” without warning before 9am in the year of our Lord 2k18.“
I just saw a post talking about how Hawke is the “mom” friend of the Kirkwall gang, and while I agree with a lot of the things said, I would dispute heavily that Varric Tethras—silver tongued, master spy and golden-chest-haired champion of of art of erotic punnery—didn’t ask for any of this, but someone’s got to keep these damn kids alive.
Daisy, wait.
Hawke, No.
Rivaini Put That Thing Back Where It Came From, So Help Me, So Help Me.
Hello family, thank you for clicking on this and taking the time to read. I am writing this on behalf of a member of one of our own, Miranda, known to a lot of the tumblr fam as @blindpandabear or even just lovingly as our very own Randa.
Some of you might be aware that back in March of 2017, Randa escaped from a physically dangerous and violent situation involving her abusive parents. She managed to get to NY where the promise of living with friends was an option, but since then those offers have fallen through and Randa was living out of her car on the streets until she was able to find employment and an understanding landlady to let her rent a room.
Unfortunately Randa was forced to leave that employment due to mental and emotional abuse at the hands of her employers, who also often failed to pay her on time and even asked her to commit insurance fraud on their behalf, telling her to doctor important forms involving a client through photoshop. Randa reported this to the relevant authorities and was subsequently forced to leave for reasons of safety. This prompted an investigation that is still ongoing and may be for some time, but still leaves Randa without reliable support or income.
To add injury to this forced departure, Randa tried to claim unemployment through The Department of Labor, which she was granted, until her former employer protested the claim, leading to a review wherein the Department sided with her employer and denied her claim. Insurance fraud, tax evasion and documented abuse with eye witness accounts and all.
We are attempting to appeal this sanction, but in the meantime Randa could really use help getting back on her feet and into a place of relative stability. She can and does do freelance work as a graphics designer (including designs for my own merchandise and the formatting of my cover work for my upcoming novel which I will link so you can see examples of her recent work) and is willing and able to take on work any of you might have, but until then she needs to be able to cover rent, food and medical costs for her extremely severe PTSD (diagnosed in July after a mental breakdown) and other health issues. Thankfully most of her diagnosis testing to find out why she is having blackout episodes (previously suspected to be seizures) is covered by Medicaid, but there are some things she needs to pay for on her own and they are vital towards recovering her health in order to better find more permanent work.
If you know Randa, you will know she is one of the kindest, most sweetest people there is to know, and is always first in line to help others wherever she can. We know $5000 seems like a lot, but we are hoping $5000 will be enough to bide her some time and pay off some of the more urgent debt, as well as help to keep the roof over her head until at least January when we hope to have something figured out. At the moment she’s living day to day with no money for food and relying on the help of friends to sometimes even eat one meal a day. Any help would be so very greatly appreciated, but please, only give what you can, and if you can’t give, please share. Thank you
-tumblr mom x
Apologies for the typos and double posting fam, if you’re not aware the youcaring page takes 5 minutes to update after you make an edit and I’m doing this in a blind panic trying to get Randa the help she needs so it’s a bit chaotic. If you can signal boost again with correct info and grammar that’d be fantastic. Thank you so much ❤
Hi again family, thank you so much for your support so far, but if you could kindly boost this again we’d greatly appreciate it.
Randa is still struggling and now her student loan company (Sally Mae) is harassing her and attempting to back out of the forbearance agreement they took payment for last week, claiming that it was never agreed upon, even though they told her the terms, took the fee payment and informed her they wouldn’t contact her again until January for further payment. They are now claiming this conversation never happened that way, which it absolutely did because I was listening in at the time and now they’re pressuring her to make payments she can’t afford, so any help (including advice on how to deal) with this would be hugely appreciated.
If you’d prefer to help Randa in other ways she now has a Society6 where you can purchase some of her designs, including this delightful pastel masterpiece:
It comes in a range of merch ranging from art prints, phone covers, tote bags, stationary cards, stickers, throw cushions and more.
Randa also hopes to have more designs up soon, and is open to taking custom work and color requests. So y’know, if you need a last minute holiday gift for a friend (or yourself!) then this could be a really fun way to do that and help out a literally starving queer artist at the same time. I’ve tried to make sure she has food and some rent covered for the rest of the year but my finances have limits, even if my love for her does not.
As ever please, only give what you can, and if you can’t give, please share. Thank you ❤
[An image depicting the tree of life symbol made from rose quartz, surrounded by a double circle of protective stones with an angel at the top, flanked by two candles]
Just in case anyone wants this image on their blog without the chain mail, this is a protection spell I keep on my altar 24/7. Every single stone right down to the smallest shard is charged to protect and dispel ill intent, and is part of a mass group spell which spans over a decade and quite literally around the globe with other witches. Some stones here are new, and some are very old. My first crystal is in that circle, I found it at a fairy mound over two decades ago.
If you do not believe or if it conflicts with your faith to accept the offer, please disregard this as mere well wishing on my part for your health, wealth and happiness, but for those of you who need it: there is always a light shining for you in the darkness, and it burns all the brighter because you are loved. Stay safe ❤
For anyone that needs a reminder, the protection spell is still going and it will always be going and it will always be there if you need it.
I never know what direction a conversation with @glumshoe is going to go but I rarely regret it.
[Caption: Three mobile screenshots of a conversation between user @glumshoe and @thebibliosphere
glumshoe : hey would a guitar count as a holy object in the hands of a true believer of rock and roll
thebibliosphere : I’d say so
glumshoe : maybe it’d have to be like. a signed guitar or something out of a rock and roll hall of fame I’m just saying, fighting vampires at the hard rock cafe would be amazing.
thebibliosphere : I was wondering where you were going with this, and I have to say, to any bards all instruments are holy to the ears of the true believer. either all things are holy, or they are not. It’s all about the will of the user.
glumshoe : anyway time to start writing my marty mcfly: vampire hunter fanfic. van helsing, more like van halen
thebibliosphere : brings a whole new level of visceral meaning to the term “shredded” gdi Ship, now all I can think about is the lone bard left standing, voice breaking with emotion as they put all their heart and feeling into “it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah” like a prayer
glumshoe : holy shit it’s a massacre. a bloodbath. vampires are slaughtering people left and right and the screams of the dying and the undead mingle in agony. then, cutting through the chaos comes a gentle chord, and the bard stands alone, silhouetted in the doorway his voice is silver his breath is garlicky his song is holy
I never know what direction a conversation with @glumshoe is going to go but I rarely regret it.
[Caption: Three mobile screenshots of a conversation between user @glumshoe and @thebibliosphere
glumshoe : hey would a guitar count as a holy object in the hands of a true believer of rock and roll
thebibliosphere : I’d say so
glumshoe : maybe it’d have to be like. a signed guitar or something out of a rock and roll hall of fame I’m just saying, fighting vampires at the hard rock cafe would be amazing.
thebibliosphere : I was wondering where you were going with this, and I have to say, to any bards all instruments are holy to the ears of the true believer. either all things are holy, or they are not. It’s all about the will of the user.
glumshoe : anyway time to start writing my marty mcfly: vampire hunter fanfic. van helsing, more like van halen
thebibliosphere : brings a whole new level of visceral meaning to the term “shredded” gdi Ship, now all I can think about is the lone bard left standing, voice breaking with emotion as they put all their heart and feeling into “it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah” like a prayer
glumshoe : holy shit it’s a massacre. a bloodbath. vampires are slaughtering people left and right and the screams of the dying and the undead mingle in agony. then, cutting through the chaos comes a gentle chord, and the bard stands alone, silhouetted in the doorway his voice is silver his breath is garlicky his song is holy
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