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knight-in-sour-armor · 5 months
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unicorn dragon
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chronicsilliness · 1 year
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silence childeren,, mummy’s getting her daily dose of horse videos on clip clop . com
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butcherbacterium · 11 months
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you believe hair is a food group
survived a bucking horse, climbed 200 feet in the air, have been 200 feet underwater. I do all sorts of things depending
I'd say i'm a 3 looking for a 7 because i'm down with primes
anonymously make an assumption about me and i'll confirm/deny it
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Clip Clop!!!
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kudzucraft · 9 months
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😔 horse singularity has passed. resume normal posting
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high-themme · 1 year
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Clip Clop Bitch. I'm on my Dry January High Horse.
Can I even write this?
I’ve tried before, to write witty-yet-moving-oh-so-poignant posts that are (shudder)... vulnerable.
I mean simple as this, I want to write about my real life. But unlike the Asexual Sex Worker moment, I can’t afford a pedestal here.
I’m in the last hour of dry January, day one.
And no, I’m not feigning for anything, I haven’t broken out into a cold sweat nor am I smoking two week old ends that are 99% roach.
No, I’m not having withdrawals.
I just feel ashamed.
And that’s what it is for me, really. More than whatever a particular substance might do for me. Because honestly, I don’t particularly like the feeling of my heart jumping out of my chest, I get overwhelmed easily enough as it is. I do enjoy dancing in a circle when I’m ketty and you better believe and I can fuck up a combination drug BUT simply enough, I do drugs because they blunt the shame.
And so… it’s less of a case of ‘How Will I Go Month Without Using?’ and more ‘How Will I Go A Month Feeling Like This?’
Last 45 minutes of dry January, day one.
The sweet thing about addiction is the way it snuck up on me, like a cheeky friend pouncing on you for an expensive surprise hug. I genuinely felt like the most adorable BIMBO when I realized how much, how frequently and at what cost I was using. On the 21st of November I text my friend “taking a drug break lmao” followed by “like I keep doing coke when I buy ket” “so I’m inadvertently doing mad coke” “what’s funny is that I really had no clue” “really and truly” “I was just gonna carry on”. And it’s all punctuated by crying-laughing emojis and a “those white folks are dangerous” for good measure.
I don’t necessarily feel that there is a lot wrong with that. There’s guilt, but I’m not entirely sure where the guilt is located, something along the lines of knowing that this is a systemic issue. That ultimately we’re all racking up lines at a cost to someone, probably someone other than ourselves. I’m not here to criminalise using. But when you think about using with regards to race, class and privilege, who’s championing harm reduction and who’s labeled a crackhead is a fucking fine white line.
Last half an hour of dry January, day one.
So what is this for? I don’t really have any sensational stories about what I did and how it made me feel. I’ve never been in what felt like immediate danger. But I have been stung. That said, it wasn’t necessarily the drugs in those cases, it was other people. And in writing that, I realise that drugs have been, as much as I hate to say it, an obvious weak point for people to have spotted. At one point, it was my curiosity, lack of experience and impulsive habits that led me to place trust in using with people who had an agenda. I thought we were healing, turns out we were scamming. What a creative way to POOF my mental health and close relationships into a seemingly never ending sink hole as large as the city of Berlin. The big clubs, the lakes, the parks, the large apartments and all their ghosts slithering back into the very swap that it was built upon.
Last fifteen minutes of dry January, day one.
And on the flipside of that, it was later my over-assuredness in using and short-lived microdosing fling that was weaponized. In a spooky character arc with a shall-not-be-named frenemy, the drugs we were doing together became the subject of my sole public degradation when we were evicted from a hell hole of a flat share by former tenants, a landlord and an inherently cruel letting agent conspiring to have a queer household dissolved. Said letting agent, after a period of threats, deceit and harassment, entered our home without consent, found less than a gram of a class b powder, then proceeded to humiliate us, laughing down the phone, changing the locks and subjecting us to a three hour gap in which we were to pack up our lives and vacate. He had the courtesy to return our deposits, eventually, which were then the subject of a violent scramble of 20 somethings deeply lacking in self esteem and moral compass. How quickly a feminist can become police. How fast an ally to silence consent.
Last five minutes of dry January, day one.
Is this still about dry January, or have I taken a deeply pessimistic turn into “hell is other people”?
Maybe I have lost sight of the point I was trying to make. Maybe this is my purging.
Shame, the angle of my arm, trapped under my body, blacked out on the couch. Shame, crying and hacking into a bin bag, hands trembling as I light a cigarette, the windows are closed and this is all I can do to keep from throwing up. Shame, my heart keeps on breaking and this is how to smoothe over the cracks. Shame, I am too generous, I am too needy, I am too much. I am too trusting, I am too mothering, I am deserving of this because.
Because because because because.
Ten minutes into dry January, day two.
I have a text from my friend that says “Well I can’t say I’m not hurt by this decision” - it’s her birthday soon and I’m taking the high horse by skipping the horse meds - followed by “But ultimately I am deeply proud of you” “You are taking care of your body which you have been saying you want to do as a performer and I’m proud of that x”.
I can write this.
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smallidarityfan · 4 months
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AND WHAT IF I CRY RIGHT NOW....................
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Jimmy: Basically, if someone, Lizzie, or anyone asks him (Joel) to do something and he doesn't want to do it, he doesn't do it. If I ask him to do it, like hang or something, he's always like "Yeah!! Sure let's do it man!!!" — and Lizzie always gets so annoyed? So for example if Lizzie is like, "Hey Joel! You wanna like, play some games tonight?" He goes "Aww nahh I think I got that thing I'm doing bla bla bla bla" and I'd go "Hey Joel you around tonight? wanna hang out play some games or something?" He goes "Yeah!! I think I could with you!! Sure!!!" and like, we're— *shrugs* and when I say he's my babe y'know what I'm saying? He my babe. I'm the one person in this world to convince him to do stuff and hang out. I am the secret weapon.
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illadvisedart · 1 year
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its been a lovely horsey life!!!
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hugoballsack · 5 days
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they should let me write for fallout season 2. here are my ideas
hank arrives in new vegas and is immediately jumped by a local gang. specifically the kings. i just want to know what it would look like for kyle maclachlan to have the shit beat out of him by a dozen elvis impersonators
dj carl is revealed to be the current president of the enclave. and also sergeant arch dornan's son. and a ghoul fucker.
we continue the trend of cooper howard pre-war scenes. keith mckinney from fallout 4 far harbor makes an appearance. he is played by billy eichner. i will accept no other casting decision.
we learn the reason cooper howard kept talking to his dog is because he can actually communicate with dogs. this is mentioned only in passing and never elaborated on.
a flashback scene to hank still being in moldaver's captivity. i just want to see the moment he realizes she fucked his wife
i don't know which ending of new vegas should be canon, but i do think the canon ending of the lonesome road dlc should be that ulysses lives. i just feel like he would hate all the protagonists and i love that for him
return of fev super mutants. specifically the one that sells tumbleweeds
tom waits as a ghoul hobo. it's a natural choice. he keeps showing up and demanding lucy answer his riddles
brotherhood squires are given coconuts so the knights can pretend they are riding horses. squires who do not clip-clop for their knights are executed.
norm escapes vault 31 by making a finger gun at bud and threatening him. he convinces bud it is a real gun. the whole standoff takes about 10 minutes
thaddeus is welcomed into the vault 4 community. he and overseer benjamin fall in love. they have a beautiful wedding
we are graced with an appearance by fallout 4 fan favorite companion john hancock. he has an hour-long knife fight with walton ghoulggins that ends in a draw. it is then that they kiss-
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acharliek · 1 month
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Oak and Wren in the Court of Moths🤲
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nurpowurpo · 2 months
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Bracken be coming along nicely. Funny hoofies tee hee
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juls-art · 1 year
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nannygoat pkmn Q w Q -- Kofi | Patreon          
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midnight-moth · 9 months
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Always in awe of the stompies that are so loud you can hear them over the music. The spats remind me of horse hooves so I guess this checks out.
Vid is from fulcrum_ghost on YouTube
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towards-toramunda · 10 months
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Clop clop clop clop clop clop
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kudzucraft · 9 months
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Fuck it. It’s horse time. I’m going to the horse tags. Y’all gotta cope, I’m reblogging pictures of horses, viva la honse, block the “clip clop” tag if you don’t want to see them
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