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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

aight i should probably make a half decent pinned post now, huh

hi! welcome to the void my tumblr! enjoy your stay!

some important things:

y'all can call me Kaelin

pronouns (in order of preference):

it/its, they/them

aroace + nonbinary (gender subject to change)

i’m a minor

ADHD, but knowing myself i probably have something thats gone undiagnosed

somehow not a therian/otherhearted

im just a little cryptid

other info

composing side blog: @f-sharp-major

i play piano, saxophone, and clarinet (and bass clarinet but does that count?) oh yeah and i also compose music

i also like mathematics and the sciences, anything computer related, and anything to do with creatures. in particular, snakes and cool bugs.

actually im a big fan of everything and everyone

im a big fan of classical music, and you can send me asks if you want music reccomendations.

important tags

#vent post: i like to vent a lot on here, which basically amounts to poetic nonsense.

#cryptid classical music playlist or #ccmp: a currently ongoing playlist of very cryptid-esque music pieces. (masterpost to be made at some point)

#creatureposting: posts where i consider myself to be a creature of sorts. #unreality is implied, however if you do want me to tag the in the future, let me know.

DNI

this blog is a safe space for everyone who does not want to wish harm on other communities.

racists, transphobes, ableist people, etc. can get the fuck out of here.

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rougeantivan

i always forget my grandma used to be a clown so it caught me the fuck off guard when she saw this

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and no hesitation saying “oh it’s that creepy clown- oh he’s drinking that’s against clown code”

aggressiveflyingpizza

1. ARE YOU NOT GOING TO EXPLAIN YOUR GRANDMA’S PAST CLOWN CAREER?
2. WHAT’S CLOWN CODE??????????????

my-chemicalkismesis

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Clown code.

rift-master

I call a lot of y'all clowns but it turns out that’s too good for you since even they live by a code.

asteroidtroglodyte

My grandmother didn’t allow her clowns to participate in a PSA back in the 80s because it would have violated The Code. They got actors to scab the roles anyway. My father long resented to loss of Ad revenue and publicity, but my grandmother was the sort of lady who would not sacrifice the dignity of the Clown for any price. Remarkable woman. It’s an open question as to how much the whole debacle contributed to the closure of her Clown College, but I suspect she wanted out of the game by then regardless.

arobadger
memorycycle

rocks have been around for billions of years and its like some of yall dont even respect them

thebelovedlion

i mean i think rocks are pretty okay

thebelovedlion

y you could even say

thebelovedlion

sppnrrghk

thebelovedlion

you could even say

thebelovedlion

you could even say thjsbfjsinsmjsakdg

memorycycle

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guys lets play best friends my horse

danwithouttheplan

woag a rock

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memorycycle

this rock has been around for hundreds of millions of years probably. i think we should start respecting it right now

thebelovedlion

YOU COULD SAY THAT THEY ROCK LMAO

arobadger

thatwaspleasant asked:

What uh. What's the frog story 👀

sadclowncentral answered:

back when i was in second grade, my elementary school organised a school market with every class selling their crafts for charity. the contribution of my class were hand-sized ceramic frogs we made in art class. each one of us made one of them to be sold for five euros a piece (this is important later). the quality of the frog i made varies drastically based on who is telling the story, and for reasons that will become very apparent later there is no way to check, but i stand by the fact that it was average looking, if a bit wonky.

the day of the market arrived, and all frogs were bought within minutes, snatched up by enthusiastic and proud parents. all except - mine. because my mother hates spending money on unnecessary things, and she hates children’s crafts even more. so she - loudly and vehemently - refused, in her thick eastern european accent, to “spend five euros on an ugly frog”.

i will never forget seeing my ceramic frog alone on the slightly wet cardboard, surrounded by the imprints left behind by the already sold frogs. all the while other parents are getting more and more agitated, trying to get my mother to put the frog out of its misery. eventually, she budged, and spend five euros on a wonky frog. she was absolutely furious about this.

so furious, in fact, that when we came home to where my father was remodelling the kitchen, she WALLED IT IN. that’s right. she cask of amadillo’d that poor ceramic fool. put him into the open wall and slapped concrete over it faster than my poor seven year old self or my dad could protest. out of pure anger over loosing five euros. and that’s where it remains, until this day.

my mom hates when this story is brought up, which is why we bring it up all the time. she also thinks she what she did was right, because “do the other parents know where the frog is? no. only your creation is safe. because i love you.” morally, i would disagree, but on a pure factual basis, she has a point.

i made her another ceramic frog for her last brithday, which was not buried like some pharaoh, and everytime guests compliment it my brother loudly goes “oh you should see the other frog he made” and when they ask to see it, he points at the wall. this is hilarious to him and infuriating for my mother. and that’s the frog story.

sadclowncentral

people in the notes are strongly divided on whether this is tragic or hilarious. well let me tell you a secret. it is both. all the best stories are

op lives up to their url
arobadger

thatwaspleasant asked:

What uh. What's the frog story 👀

sadclowncentral answered:

back when i was in second grade, my elementary school organised a school market with every class selling their crafts for charity. the contribution of my class were hand-sized ceramic frogs we made in art class. each one of us made one of them to be sold for five euros a piece (this is important later). the quality of the frog i made varies drastically based on who is telling the story, and for reasons that will become very apparent later there is no way to check, but i stand by the fact that it was average looking, if a bit wonky.

the day of the market arrived, and all frogs were bought within minutes, snatched up by enthusiastic and proud parents. all except - mine. because my mother hates spending money on unnecessary things, and she hates children’s crafts even more. so she - loudly and vehemently - refused, in her thick eastern european accent, to “spend five euros on an ugly frog”.

i will never forget seeing my ceramic frog alone on the slightly wet cardboard, surrounded by the imprints left behind by the already sold frogs. all the while other parents are getting more and more agitated, trying to get my mother to put the frog out of its misery. eventually, she budged, and spend five euros on a wonky frog. she was absolutely furious about this.

so furious, in fact, that when we came home to where my father was remodelling the kitchen, she WALLED IT IN. that’s right. she cask of amadillo’d that poor ceramic fool. put him into the open wall and slapped concrete over it faster than my poor seven year old self or my dad could protest. out of pure anger over loosing five euros. and that’s where it remains, until this day.

my mom hates when this story is brought up, which is why we bring it up all the time. she also thinks she what she did was right, because “do the other parents know where the frog is? no. only your creation is safe. because i love you.” morally, i would disagree, but on a pure factual basis, she has a point.

i made her another ceramic frog for her last brithday, which was not buried like some pharaoh, and everytime guests compliment it my brother loudly goes “oh you should see the other frog he made” and when they ask to see it, he points at the wall. this is hilarious to him and infuriating for my mother. and that’s the frog story.

sadclowncentral

people in the notes are strongly divided on whether this is tragic or hilarious. well let me tell you a secret. it is both. all the best stories are