The smoking trout is an OC
2024 HORSE GIRL'S BEAUTIFUL DREAM
2024
I made this as a goof a few weeks ago, and thought I may as well release it into the world. Fare thee well, Lowly Yaldabaoth!
shout out to this woman for having the only funny bit in the Monitors (1969)
dollhouse stats so far:
dollhouse kit itself: $15 at estate sale.
glue, filler, sandpaper: $15-ish from harbor freight.
saws and clamps: stolen from my father.
outer paint: used, $2 at a junk store.
all the trinkets: found on the ground, given as gifts, repurposed bits of things from around the house.
A total of $32 but now I have to buy WOOD for the missing pieces. And maybe some wallpaper for the inside.
I'll be on tumblr until the mods start physically prostituting me to an Ai robot overlord. But I have been experimenting with tumblr alternatives for the fun of it. Bluesky is just Xwitter, and Pillowfort hasn't accepted me yet.
COHOST HOWEVER I've had for a long while now. I signed up the moment I realized that tumblr implemented the "for you" algorithm. Cohost initially banked on the great porn ban, so it's like, 70% wacom tablet anime porn. And furries.
The ringleaders of cohost are, in fact, furries. Which would be fine, but the most notorious of these furries was part of a pedophilic bestiality cult. Apparently they're in kahoots with one of the mods too. I will be a member of the site as long as this drama persists because it's interesting and I have no moral compass.
Anyways my other statement is that I have yet to run into a single likeable person anywhere besides tumblr.
*This post was not meant to slander furries as a whole. I really fuck with whatever Fritz the Cat had going on personally.
We started from Houston to Los Angeles on Sunday morning. First night we stayed in El Paso, second night in Phoenix, third night we got to my cousin's new LA apartment. Once you get out of New Mexico, the desert is gourgeous because there's no billboards. Then the moment you cross into California on I-10, there's palm trees everywhere. Truly a loony toons-esque state line transition. LA reminds me of Houston in that the suburbs feel endless. But the area her apartment is in is walkable and the houses are nice.
My biological family are here and apparently they're loaded. I'm going to some exclusive restaurant tonight. Like Dorsia from American Psycho or whatever.
i have to watch this once per month
when the movie is so bad it's been on YouTube for 7 years