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Besides, Wicca is a fertility cult, which means sex, sex, and more sex. Ain't she supposed to be asexual? Oh wait, she's not. She just claims to be to get precious Tumblr oppression points."Wicca". Any actual Gardenerian coven would laugh her out of the room. And Dianics? Not even Z Budapest is that crazy, but it might give the withered old TERF a heart attack.
Possibly the only positive there, honestly.
anyone willing to summarize what happened approximately between page 100 and now?![]()
I had to sacrifice a stray sheep to make it work.
Besides, Wicca is a fertility cult, which means sex, sex, and more sex. Ain't she supposed to be asexual? Oh wait, she's not. She just claims to be to get precious Tumblr oppression points.
"Wicca". Any actual Gardenerian coven would laugh her out of the room. And Dianics? Not even Z Budapest is that crazy, but it might give the withered old TERF a heart attack.
Possibly the only positive there, honestly.
She changed her About
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Does it count that she's reblogging other peoples' content?
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... Cuz that's what she's doing.
Does it count that she's reblogging other peoples' content?
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... Cuz that's what she's doing.
Queues run automatically, though, they post things that you put in under a schedule, regardless of whether you're online or not. Lots of people have their queues built up for weeks, and they're a pain in the ass to clear out. So no, she's not posting, unfortunately.
I personally queue random posts because I don't want to clog up my dashboard with a ton of reblogs. Also, I just like spacing things out. Maybe it's the same way for Kayla.Kind of odd to put those as a queue. Then again, I don't have a Tumblr account; I unfortunately do not know how this stuff works.
woops sorry guys- looks like my spell was just too powerfulHopefully this "hiatus" will be from Mom putting the foot down and taking the phone away as well.
Another calm, quiet Tuesday morning, with all the silly clichés people associate with mornings. The slowly rising sun, the dew on the morning grass, the birds singing their wake up song, the loud, obnoxious blare of a high school student's alarm clock...
Yosuke groaned as soon as the beeping began, not even opening his eyes as he reached for the snooze button. Five more minutes wouldn't hurt, right? He reached for the alarm, his arm flailing around a bit before he finally found his alarm clock. Unfortunately, his way of finding it was knocking it further away, to where he would have to get out of bed to turn it off. "Damnit..." he grumbled. Now there was no point in pressing snooze...
Yosuke went to retrieve the alarm clock, however something was stopping him from moving more than a couple inches. "What the-" he tried moving again to the same effect. There was some force on his left arm, like it was stuck. Yosuke sighed in resignation, finally sitting up and looking down at his arm to see what was stopping him. Sure enough, his arm was tightly bound by the arms of a smaller boy, asleep in nothing but a pair of plain white boxer breifs, his blond locks covering his soft, peaceful, almost child-like face....
"AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!"