Portland has a Doctor Who themed bar/restaurant called The Tardis Room where they do all the stuff superwholock kids talk about like serve themed food and have trivia nights and according to almost every review its one of the worst places on earth
my favorite review started cold with “it’s sadder on the inside”
Hey y’all, would you mind throwing a little money my way? Even a dollar helps. I’m a nonbinary transman living in a very conservative area and I need to get the fuck out of here. I’m saving money myself, but I could really use a little help. If you could lend even a dollar, that’d help, or if you can’t, please reblog this? Whatever I don’t use I’m gonna immediately throw at other crowdfunding. I just need a little help to get home, to where I have loved ones waiting for me. Please, if you can, reblog this or spare a dollar. I’ll also do commissions for you if you want, I’m just desperate to get home. Please help me.
Hey! So while I am now in ABQ, a good portion of my money is going toward a fuck up with my bank. I really, really need help, like, “cannot ask for any more help from loved ones and am selling plasma and most of my stuff” kind of help. Please, please help me. If you want a commission or something, I can do that. Please, I’m scared and desperate. Help me.
I have an obligation to share a story. I lived in the country once, owned three horses. Well, we had hunters in our neighbourhood so the deer and the coyotes liked to hang out on our acreage because lots of room and we wouldn’t hunt them. One day, a deer came out and started grazing in our field. My family saw it and went ‘oh cool’ and went into our backyard to watch. What we didn’t expect was my quarter horse x pony cross going up to the deer. When she did, the deer took off running towards our fence and we thought ‘well so much for that that’s the end of it.’ But just before the fence, the deer swerves like a quarter horse in a barrel race and runs back to my horse. We thought ‘oh hey that’s cool the deer’s showing off’.
What we didn’t fucking expect was for my horse to start bounding around the field like a FUCKING. DEER. My horse was BOUNCING. They were playing, and showing each other they could do what the other could do. It was hilarious. Meanwhile, our other two horses were standing on the big hill a ways back, overlooking what was happening. The horses were eyeing mine like she was certifiably nuts.
I’ve seen that happen with horses and deer before, too! My neighbor’s horse Bill is like… friends with the local deer and they hang out and race each other regularly. It’s very strange.
Friendly reminder that activated charcoal, even when put into food as a black colorant, binds to medication and can make it ineffective. Yes, this includes birth control! I thought I’d put this PSA out there since people are making spooky “black” versions of normal foods.
