jayden || he/they || super queer ||
i dump everything here. for witchy stuff, follow witchy-moon. i assume blank blogs are bots, and i will block them.
the football is an egg that needs to be incubated in the strong warm arms of players and tossed around violently by the strong warm arms of players and kicked by their strong warm legs to develop properly. and whoever wins the super bowl, their quarterback, gets to sit on the egg when it hatches so the young warbeast inside will imprint on them as its mama.
kinda sick of all those posts that are like "my ancestors were surviving starvation and the plague meanwhile i get nervous ordering food at restaurants". as if jauffrey the woodworker didn't fumble his conversation with the fine maiden running the fruit stand and then tripped on a pebble as he left in a hurry
theres a few downsides to dressing eccentrically i may admit because as much as i pride myself as looking like a cartoon character nothing makes me feel more like a looney toons bitch than when im an a wildly innapropriate situation for being a rainbow clad genderfuck type of gentleman. like sometimes i need to cross a specific cross walk to class that happens to be in front of a church. usually fine. once there was a funeral, though. and nothing makes you feel like an asshole like strolling past a bunch of grieving people like oop so sorry boypussy the clown coming through and having to stand for a full minute to be able to cross