It’s Already Almost Taz Day And I Can’t Wait To Hear All My Friends, Including Ned Chicane, Who Is

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You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.

The Not Deer was only ever supposed to be a fun, loose campfire story based on some experiences my friends and I had in a small area, and it's weird seeing it grow so wildly out of control.

It's aggrivating to see people slap appropriated Native American lore onto it when it was never supposed to be that. It's strange seeing people get so heated over a spooky story and try to debunk something that was never meant to be truly "bunked" in the first place.

I have no control over what the internet decides to do with it, of course. It's way out of my hands at this point. But I'd love for more people to know that "OP" does NOT endorse conflating the Not Deer with appropriated Native American folklore and to cut that shit out because it's disrespectful. The Not Deer is his own little guy and I just want people to enjoy his story.

I am in physical pain

🌛Crypidcore things🌜

Big foot is real and nobody can tell you otherwise

Fingerless gloves

Short nails

Bone and dead bug collecting

Walking boots

Messy hair

You've seen some stuff

magnifying glass

Dark under eye bags

Mythology books

Paranormal/Supernatural experience shows are your jam

Ghost stories

cryptozoology books

Hating the government

Unironically listening to conspiracy theories

Crypid plushies

Being a X-files or Supernatural fan

Crypid hunting

Having a recorder on you basically all the time

polaroid cameras

Sweaters because the night is cold

Mom jeans

Beanie hats

Owning binoculars

Believing we are not alone

Folklore books

Phone is always on you

Your internet search history concerns the government

Slightly paranoid

Piercings

Telling your pet all your theories because no person believes you

Witchcraft

Exploring scary/abandon places

Notebooks

Fruit snacks

Colorful pens for writing

Superstitious

Library card is always on you

Anxious nail biting

Being tired

Bad sleeping schedule

Always asking questions

Making your own language so the government or other things doesn't know what you're saying

Demonology books

The smell of rotten eggs freaks you out

Yes you have made a protection kit and yes it is always in your bag

Homemade lunches

Learning sign language for crypid hunting so you don't scare the crypids away

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Your fifth most recent emoji is what your soulmate thinks about you

MBTI Mysterycore Aesthetics

ISTJ: lab coats and autopsies of the not-quite-human, rows of silver file cabinets, footsteps echoing down cavernous sterile hallways, humming tape recorders, unintelligible whispers from inside the walls. 

ESTJ: dark trench coats and black coffee,  “What we need is evidence,” polaroids on cork board, caution tape, untraceable phone calls, flickering street lights, skepticism,  secret meetings in rainy alleyways.

INFP: black highways stretching into the night, screech-owl calls, baggy brown flannels,  ominous religious billboard,  unexplained cases of arson, a great once-buried force now rising from the earth.

ENFP: off-limit areas in state parks,  rings of glowing mushrooms, cabins filled with faded maps and unsettling taxidermy, caves lined with crystals, walkie talkies, the silhouette of unidentifiable antlers.

ISTP: ominous  cable towers stretching into a blood red sunset, picking locks, beat up converse and scraped knuckles, trespassing in abandoned factories and finding secret tunnels connecting the town.

ESTP: missing person newspaper headlines,  the feeling of being watched in a fluorescent midnight diner, summer storms, shady local politicians with greasy smiles, novelty ties, and bloody secrets. 

ESFJ:  bicycles with baskets, befriending loners who see ghosts, pep-talks and first aid kits, bouquets in graveyards, Ouija board sleepovers, lying hand-in-hand on a blanket  stargazing for signs of UFOs. 

ISFJ: secret treehouses where time is just a little different, shoe-boxes full of old coins no one can identify, saddle shoes, pinkie promises,  rescuing strange animals you found by the train tracks 

INTJ: specimens in formaldehyde and stolen classified documents, telepathic abilities, government surveillance, erasing your old identity, knowing too much, hiding out in a lighthouse until the time is right.

ENTJ: letterman jackets and restlessness, dreaming of flying, meteor crashes, taking home pieces of glowing space debris, calling the press,  “Don’t you understand! This could change everything!”

ISFP:  charcoal sketches of shadowy figures, porcelain dolls, sleepwalking into abandoned buildings, prophetic dreams, cornfields at midnight, attic rooms visible only to you,  “ No one ever believes me.”

ESFP:  eerie late August carnivals, fucking with things that absolutely should not be fucked with and then getting tempted by dark forces, chaotic split-lip grins, breaking curses, standing your ground. 

INFJ: boarded-up Victorian houses consumed by ivy,  gardens of poisonous plants, typewriter keys and piles of unread manuscripts, knowing all of this has happened before, taking secrets to the grave. 

ENFJ: spiral notepads and yellow pencils behind the ear, interviewing local hermits, speaking up at town hall meetings, justice for the restless dead,  making powerful enemies of faceless men in dark suits.

INTP: ‘70s science fiction paperbacks and striped tee-shirts, clay models of alien spacecraft, broken glasses, chalkboard equations, creaking swingset chains,  strange spinning lights above the suburbs. 

ENTP:  abandoned hospitals and EMF meters, notebooks filled with illegible equations, knowing everyone else in town calls you crazy, esoteric texts in dead languages,  portals to other dimensions.

Wife appreciation post

Fun fact! According to folklorists, all myths, fairy tales and nursery rhymes that are about some dude named Jack are talking about the same guy

What this means is, that ever single one of the following

Jack Be Nimble (who jumped over burning candles for fun)

Jack the Giant Killer (who sold his cows for magic beans then robbed and killed a giant)

Stingy Jack (who tricked the devil so many times he was banned from both afterlives)

Jack of Jack and Jill (who splattered his head open falling down a hill)

Jack o’ Lantern (the headless horseman spirit of halloween)

Jack Frost (the spirit who heralds the end of autumn and the start of winter)

Are literally the same jackass who made so many bad life choices he ended up an immortal ice dullahan with a pumpkin serving as both his head and flashlight