#spiritual shit at my house

[tiredthingbehindyou]

@i-am-nonbinary-bean-deal-with-it @spiderwh0re @maraschino-fairy @thefinder3044

[ash-and-starlight]

mom was right nobody ever helps in this fucking house

[tortoisebore]

lmfao 😀 here’s what i did this weekend 😀 lmao 😀 haha 😀 holy shit 😀

[witchking-jr]

hey beloved gremlins of the web site.

I’m pondering escape and freedom from the psychological torture of fundamentalism this fine evening, and if you too escaped that maze, tell me about it.

Among people who grew up in fundamentalist religious environments and ended up leaving, you hear a lot, and rightfully so, about the trauma and grief and lost experiences of growing up that way.

I could tell you all those tales, but not now.

What about the feeling of the crack in the rigid little box, the realization the horizon is not a boundary but a portal, the sudden expansion of the self, your past self, that had the courage and boldness to say fuck it and walk out?

I had a few such moments, but the most vivid was a day in October of 2009. I had ridden my old mountain bike to a Campus Outreach event near the U of M campus. Campus Outreach was the college ministry of Bethlehem Baptist Church in Minneapolis, the deeply dysfunctional, patriarchal, and white supremacist church I grew up in.

We played Ultimate Frisbee, a game I hated. As I had for almost my entire time in church culture, I stayed on the sidelines, body buzzing with restless energy, which I now recognize as intuition, telling me to leave, that that place held nothing for me.

I finally, fully, listened. I made some excuse, got on my bike, and rode away. It was raining. And do you know what it fucking felt like?

It felt like that part in Pilgrim’s Progress, when Pilgrim loses his big bag of sins. I felt like I’d lost 70lb of dead weight, physically. I felt the restlessness subside, replaced by euphoria. No one could make me go back, and no one had any real leverage, except fear, and that was feeling like a rotten thread instead of the thick rope it used to be.

I rode back to the West Bank through Dinkytown in a haze of happiness. I was free. I’d freed myself. I hung around church with my family for awhile, out of guilt and habit, but that was the beginning of the end, and the birth of every other beginning: being bisexual, being nonbinary, being non-monogamous, leaving Christianity fully, changing almost every single political view I held, allowing myself to be the artist who had been pounding on the walls since I could hold a crayon. Changing myself and being changed so radically that it still makes my head spin, well over a decade later.

Fundie Christians love the narrative that someone who left Christianity was tempted, corrupted, deceived. In reality I’d realized I could fit thru the bars of the cage, the prison guard was a dead scarecrow husk, and the big scary gate was barred with a toothpick.

And since that day, I can tell you from the deepest part of my soul: every part of my life got better. Every single thing.

So tell me, where were you when you realized you were free?

[science-lings]

me, looking at a male character: for totally not sapphic reasons I'm going to turn you into a woman

[dystopiandramaqueen]

Oh my Goddddd the huntsman 🥺😍😔😫😭

[zemolvr]

what is the overlap between delusional iasip fans (affectionate) and beastie boys fans.. Cause literally every single beastie boys song is charmacden coded and i need people to agree with me. also they each sing one of the boys’ parts too. mac is mca, charlie is mike d and dennis is adrock, if you care.

[fiomeras]

I could've been just some guy whos normal but i had to be the number one target for demons in this household apparently! The house has been smoked with incense twice and our avocado tree had to be cut down because there was some guy in it who decided to call it home. Awful!

[theninaproject]

also if tlou has inspired the duffers as much as i think, im thinking about in s2 how Will describes the spreading of those vain like tunnels…. and i suspected this before even watching the show, but whos to say the Upside Down hadnt built a living breathing organism right under Hawkins in s2, and it’s still there with its built in hivemind mechanics… just waiting, waiting for someone like Vecna to bring it back to life.

[originalcontent]

Night in the Woods and Pathologic 2 are literally the same game, beyond a few superficial contrasts in presentation there isn’t a single difference.

[jewishfalin]

Remembering that my dad would literally tell me he seriously believed I was "possessed" as a teenager just cuz I was idk fucking gay and suffering from mental and physical illness all the time due to being neglected lmao wtf

[tiredthingbehindyou]

Masterlist

I only write females romantically. Males will only be platonic.

Fandom Stuff

Fandoms I'll Write For

Genshin

Percy Jackson (I go by the books)

Hazbin Hotel

RWBY

Code Adam

(Suggest other things for me to watch/read)

Genshin

Fontaine

Furina

The Curtain Call

The Show Must Go On (Part 2 of The Curtain Call)

Percy Jackson

Camp Half-Blood

Nothing for now...

Camp Jupiter

Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

A Bowl of Elysian Fields

Hazbin Hotel

Heaven

Coming soon...

Hell

Coming soon...

RWBY

Nothing for now...

Quote Prompts

In the country of the story, the writer is king – Shirley Jackson

And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before – Iain Thomas

Other Stuff I've Written

War

What My Personal Tags Mean

tired's reblogs – rebloging something

tired's rambles – random stuff that comes to mind

tired's responses – responding to an ask

tired's writings – the rare occasion I actually write

tired's self reblog – my reblogging my own post

spiritual shit at my house – my talking about the weird unexplainable stuff that happens in/around my house/neighborhood

ask by °☆|(anon/username)|☆° – me acknowledging the seemingly fellow human who sent the ask

request by °☆|(anon/username)|☆° – me writing out the request

notes for the story – notes for the story I'm working on

Barry – posts mentioning Barry

Riley – posts mentioning Riley

Larry – posts mentioning Larry until his existence is proven or disproven

Other

My favorite (seeming) fellow humans: @maraschino-fairy (Mars/Conquest)

@spiderwh0re (Famine/Starlight)

@i-am-nonbinary-bean-deal-with-it (Death/Pluto)

Me (War/Atlas)

[We make up the Solar Horsemen (despite only one of us identifying as a male)]

Barry – The thing in my dad's closet

A bitch

Riley – The thing under my bed

Probably a teenager

Is attached to a stuffed shark I own named Jerry

Might be starting to be getting attached to me

Is attached to me

The one I will propose to if I don't get a gf by the time I turn 21 because I'm a lonely lesbian and Riley is 100% queer

Used to hide in the closet 🤨

Larry – The possible thing on my back porch

Dogs were barking loudly and I heard a knock on the glass door multiple times

I was not going to be the stereotypical white girl is a horror movie

[orcelito]

New way to kill someone in a dream. Literally ripping their soul out of their body and crushing it in my fingers??? Like ok

[john-bigfeet-bigfoot]

Just a passing thought about some shit.

The contents of your underwear is relevant in exactly two subjects: Consensual sex and highly specific medical stuff.

Everything thing else is varying degrees of needless needless fluff and low to high key pro-segregation propaganda to try and ease people into thinking "Racial bathroom segregation sucked, but this is fine." with hopes it'll come full circle back to "I'm not racist, but The Blacks(TM) need their own fucking drinking fountains." until hard Rs, faggots out of non-reclaimers, and whatever trans slurs become the norm again.

Sorry for the existentially terrifying tangent, have a Sasquatch meme because my choice in coping mechanisms got weird as fuck.

Peace, love, assassinations, Bigfoot, death of capitalism, Bigfoot, harmony, worldly beauty, Bigfoot, Bigfoot, Bigfoot, Naoto Shirogane (non-canon version by non-cowards, for non-cowards), Bigfoot, and most importantly...

Bigfoot.

Feet on, Bigsters!

[oddityeffigy]

yooo you ever at a family gathering and someone whips out a game created and sold by michael j. knowles (christianconservativepoliticalcommentatorfascistwhooncesaidtranspeopledeservetobeeradicatedfromsocietyentirely) and they all start actually laughing in agreement over statements like “trans idealology is more detrimental to this country that critical race theory” and “DEI is a racist movement against white people” and “if a woman was president wars would be started once per month” and “bisexuality is fake” and “the #metoo movement was toxic to our country” and when you leave you still have to hug them goodbye because oof that one hurted

[wikagirl]

I‘ve been using friendship bracelet braiding methods to make fancy trims and borders for future larp projecs (because getting nice looking ones that fit my aesthetic is mucho hard)

and so I got curious about where friendship bracelets come from

and now I‘m confused

because the practice of friendship bracelets is apparebtly appropriated from central american indigenous practices but the knot methods and just decorative knots in general can be seen all through out history, most notably china and arabic countries but also slav and norse cultures.

And now I‘m not quite sure if what I‘m doing can be seen as cultural appropriation or not because I‘m using these methods to supplement for decorative trims that I don‘t have the recources for to make in a historically appropriate way. The knotbinding itself doesn‘t really seem to be traceable to one specific culture as far as I can tell from the like 8 articles I‘ve read, just the bracelet giving thing and that‘s what the knots are most associated with, so idk if it would be okay for me to use the methods still or not.

It‘s generally a fun and easy to learn craft, it keeps my fingies occupied so my brain can focus and I but if this is a nother thing that has been forcefully taken from a nother culture then I‘m not sure if I want to continue using these methods :/