Hello little people on my internet, do you like tarot? Do you like helping random people having a hard time? Well do I have good news for you.

I’ve set up a Fiverr gig for tarot readings, and would greatly appreciate if you checked it out and bought a reading if you have the means!

If you follow me you’ve probably seen in my tags the type of year(s) I’ve been having, but to sum up I’ve lost two loved ones to suicide (Dad and a close friend) and my job over the last two years and am in dire need of money for current car problems and basic needs (aren’t we all).

I don’t have a big presence anywhere nor the skills for art commissions (or the energy or time) so this is what I’ve got! Every bit will add up and I’d rather be able to offer something in exchange than just begging for donations on the internet.

I appreciate any reblogs to spread this to more eyes, thank you for taking the time to read this <3

otabekisautistic:

lvgvcy:

worrying is like worshipping the problem

and brother i’m on my knees

problemnyatic:

problemnyatic:

“xyz DNI” blocking people is YOUR job, sorry. You cannot ask the world to simply move around you, you have to take control of your online experience or you will be fucking miserable forever. Most people don’t read your bio/pinned/carrd before touching the posts that cross their dash anyways.

Also maybe worry less about if someone who likes something you hate clicks on your tumblr post. I promise it is not that fucking serious.

Also-also if you have this DNI because your friends/moots said or implied you have to otherwise you’re somehow Bad and/or will be punished by them if you don’t, that’s kind of fucked and maybe you need less controlling friends.

I know you feel ethically helpless on this bitch of an earth but I promise you, telling people with certain fetishes or god forbid media interests not to interact with your posts is doing less than nothing to make the world any different, but it IS stressing you the fuck out to be worried about if the clicks you get on the internet are coming from someone who likes to imagine The Wrong Fictional Characters kissing.

For the love of god, shipping is not that fucking important. I promise you, whatever the fuck you think you know about someone based on what they ship can be determined by the shit they actually do in the real world about real things that actually happen.

Media consumption is not activism and fandom is not the battleground upon which Ethics And Morals will live or die. It is playing pretend. Please please please get some perspective

do you have at least one openly queer family member? (not including yourself?

orpheuslament:

orpheuslament:

krippe90:

orpheuslament:

if i had a dick i would love to have a disappointing orgasm in the shower while thinking of something or someone that i felt i should not be thinking about & then stand under the water with my forehead against a wall watching the proof of my guilt & shame go down the drain

The insight I get into the female mind thanks to this website is amazing.

not a female 👍

pause everybody take notes. real trans ally

ambrosial-sunshine:

druid-for-hire:

There’s this sort of anthropomorphizing that inherently happens in language that really gets me sometimes. I’m still not over the terminology of “gravity assist,” the technique where we launch satellites into the orbit of other planets so that we can build momentum via the astounding and literally astronomical strength of their gravitational forces, to “slingshot” them into the direction we need with a speed that we could never, ever, ever create ourselves. I mean, some of these slingshots easily get probes hurtling through space at tens of thousands of miles per hour. Wikipedia has a handy diagram of the Voyager 1 satellite doing such a thing.

“Gravity assist.” “Slingshot.” Of course, on a very basic and objective level, yes, we are taking advantage of forces generated by outside objects to specifically help in our goals. We’re getting help from objects in the same way a river can power a mill. And of course we call it a “slingshot,” because the motion is very similar (mentally at least; I can’t be sure about the exact physics).

Plus, especially compared to the other sciences, the terminology for astrophysics is like, really straightforward. “Black hole?” Damn yeah it sure is. “Big bang?” It sure was. “Galactic cluster?” Buddy you’re never gonna guess what this is. I think it’s an effect of the fact that language is generally developed for life on earth and all the strange variances that happen on its surface, that applying it to something as alien and vast as space, general terms tend to suffice very well in a lot more places than, like… idk, botany.

But, like. “Gravity assist.” I still can’t get the notion out of my head that such language implies us receiving active help from our celestial neighbors. They come to our aid. We are working together. We are assisted. Jupiter and the other planets saw our little messengers coming from its pale blue molecular cousin, and we set up the physics just right, so that they could help us send them out to far stranger places than this, to tell us all about what they find out there.

We are assisted.

And there is no better way to illustrate my feelings on the matter than to just show you guys one of my favorite paintings, this 1973 NASA art by Rick Guidice to show the Pioneer probe doing this exact thing:

“… You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me. …”

Gravity assist.

For the painting especially there’s a beauty in depicting some of our most advanced technology as synonymous with the most ancient. Very few people throughout history have had the privilege of seeing the face of Jupiter but many would recognize the sling thrower immediately.

calladraws101:

Underestimated

goryfluff:

Nautilus expedition live streams (+ their commentary) | 2024

sluttyquarantinetheory:

More people need to stop giving a shit about randos’ opinions. “I can’t do this/wear that/say that because some Karen might say something.” Who gives a fuck? You don’t know the Karen. You’ll never see her again. Why the fuck do you give a shit if random Karen in the Walmart aisle shoots you a dirty look? Like bla blahblah social pressures whatever sure, but like just enjoy your life and stop worrying about some random asshole you could maybe conceivably meet at some point.

demonprincex:

moviesludge:

theweirdwideweb:

aesthetic of the day is “isn’t it exciting to realize you know better”

this is how I feel about enjoying the first suicide squad and everything by emerald fennel 🚬

sluttyquarantinetheory:

Before I figured out I was aro, I’d get a lot of comments from acquaintances and friends that I was “just too picky” and I was always baffled by that. Like okay sorry for having standards and not immediately intertwining my entire life with someone else’s out of some misplaced fear of being alone.

shutyourmoustache:

After the hell of the past two days, this reminded me of what America could and should be about. It’s a little pocket of hope when our administration is trying to extinguish diversity and community and basic human decency and replace them with fear and hate and division.

tonyalmeida:

electricpentacle:

jackkdaniels:

stupid thing about me is I don’t cut corners but I also have no work ethic. if I do something it WILL be done right. no telling whether I’ll actually fucking do it tho

Ah, the fatal combination of having pride in my work but fuckall executive functioning.

sansxfuckyou:

i ship them but in an infinitely more nuanced and aromantic way than you ever will

sadocanist:

hey wanna slap me as hard as you can i’ve had a few drinks and i’ll get a lot out of it