jessrawk

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fuelled by lust & dancing. I probably have a crush on you. ramona flowers or enid coleslaw or some David Foster Wallace character (but always written by men). she/her banner alt: Ben Gibbard, dressed in black, performing as Death Cab For Cutie.

A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. We are back to shorts today (black-on-black running shorts) thanks to the disaster that was the getting home yesterday (plus a worse forecast today). Orange camisole with spaghetti straps on top, with a pattern of tiny rust, olive green, and white flowers which feels just close enough to the Palestinian flag. Necklace is an embroidered (!) orange mushroom. Legs are bare and muscles are popping, top and bottom. Orange sneakers. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Rocket pop sunnies. Black N95.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting a burgundy pinup-style dress with a black ribbon edge near the bottom as well as a thinner one across the neckline. The neckline is surprisingly chaste, but there is no hiding the tits. A polka dot bra peeks out. The dress is cut rather high but don’t tell anyone. It’s our little secret. Legs are bare and then green sneakers with pink stripes. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Rocket pop sunnies. Black N95.
A screenshot of two messenger messages from the same person, their name redacted. The first one reads, “Hey! How’s you? I’m in Ottawa until Thursday. [tongue sticking out emoji]” The second message, sent one minute later, reads, “And recently divorced, I dunno!”
On the left side of the frame, my hand is holding a pizza hot dog topped with shredded cheese and pepperoni. On the right side of the frame, ‘party’ is written in chalk on the sidewalk. It’s a pizza party, get it?!
A screenshot of my new lock screen. It is duotone, with the dominant colour being purple-to-pink and the time (LARGE) in a mint green. A is the tilted focus, curly hair, holding out the apology tour t-shirt they made. There’s piano keys on a poster in the background. Their head is in front of the time because magic. Rest of lock screen features moon state (full), sunset (8:34 p.m.), and temperature (22).
A sign posted in a window. It reads, “Thank You! To our clientele, On behalf of Peter, Mark, and Moe Boushey, we would like to thank you for the many decades of support and memories. As many of you already know, we will be closing July 31, 2016. Once again, our heartfelt thank you to everyone.” In the bottom-right corner of the poster is the old Boushey’s icon. rip.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting a black halter top with a deep vee. It is black with small, white polka dots. Running shorts have a black outer shell while the inside is bright blue with a pattern of cassette tapes in bisexual flag colours. Legs are bare, with muscles popping. Orange sneakers. Orange hair. Orange iphone in an orange case. Black N95. Black, sparkly, cat eye glasses. Big, rainbow umbrella hangs from my Ben Sherman bag.
A giant winged spider robot and a giant dragon horse robot battle in the streets of Ottawa. Epic, as they would have said at the time.
A view of the Rideau canal from Pretoria bridge. The water is stilled, reflecting a blue sky streaked with clouds moving in. Trees line the edges of the canal, reflected below as well.
A wearing a shirt they made. It reads, “I’m so sorry 4 vein’ arse & hole North American tour 2026”. There is an arsehole made out of tape and a treble clef and a 69 and a heart. They look adorable.
A view of the Rideau canal from Pretoria bridge. But it’s nighttime! The moon is high and reflected beautifully in the still waters. Lights line the edges of the canal and are also reflected in the water. Gorgeous.
Castiel the Border Collie sits in a very empty Aberdeen Pavilion aka the Cattle Castle.
An apartment building dressed up for Christmas. They’re shooting a movie so two decorated spruce trees and some white cloth to appear as snow. Glowing, soft.
two posts on the timeline. In the top one, FuzzyWuzzy says to send in the clowns. In the second one, Jude quotes a post with a picture of a scary clown with purple hair on the cover of Dead Teenagers.
A self-portrait of wifey and I in front of “The Lookout”. We are both grinning, me with my tongue out and to the side. I am throwing a peace sign and holding the camera with my other hand. Wifey is sporting her keffiyeh and reflective, pink sunnies. Mine are my rocket pop ones. The lookout behind us is largely lush, farm fields.
A close-up of a bicycle tire. The rim reads, “ALEXRIMS”. Submitted without comment.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. A balcony you could do Shakespeare from, as they say. Dress is very pinup with a deep vee neckline. Pattern is on a black background, but very full of flowers in muted pan and trans flag colours, somehow. It’s way too long (for me) and big (for me), though. Legs are bare. Green sneakers with pink stripes. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case.
A close-up of vegan funnel cake. It is topped with a scoop of ice cream, chocolate sauce, and dusted with icing sugar. Divine.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am wearing a black skater dress with a deep scoop neckline. The pattern is line-drawn ouija boards and planchettes and planetary markings. Legs are bare. Orange sneakers. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Black N95. Black, sparkly, cat eye glasses as i never put on the sunnies (thanks, rain). A light grey hoodie with a pattern of colourful mushrooms hangs over my bag.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting a black skater dress with a deep scoop neckline and the tits are astronomical today. Dress pattern is of old school tattoo style sea things, like shells and starfish and seahorses and mermaids. Legs are bare to the tops of orange sneakers. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies. A large, rainbow umbrella hangs from my bag for later rain.
The back of a parked, grey Mercedes. The license plate (Quebec) is ‘MAMIL’ aka Middle Aged Men In Lycra.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting a mock-wrap dress in a geometric pattern of black and white, with small splashes of hot pink. The neck is a deep vee and the breasts are popping. Necklace is gears with ‘Bad Wolf’. Legs are bare. Green sneakers with pink stripes. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case.
A view of the Rideau canal looking north from Mackenzie King bridge. The NAC is to the left. The Parliament buildings are further off to the left and the Chateau Laurier is to the right in the distance. Sky is crisp blue with a scattering of fluffy, white clouds. A boat is moored further up the canal.
Castiel the Border Collie repeatedly “crunches” a big, soft orange ball in his mouth. He is laying as low as possible with two other balls in front of him, one also orange and one blue.
A cicada lays on a sidewalk with a bit of grass along the edge. This little guy was still alive and just hanging out.
A small TV/VCR combo sitting atop another VCR. Leaning against the front is a VHS copy of A KNIGHT’S TALE. This same film plays on the screen. Wires connect the TV/VCR combo to the other VCR which makes me think the included one doesn’t work.
A mother mallard and three ducklings swim in the Rideau Canal. A building on the other side of said canal reflects in the water. The reflected sky surrounding it is an eerie yellow colour thanks to wildfire haze.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting a black skater dress with a deep scoop neckline. The pattern is old school tattoo style sea things. There are jellyfish and seahorses and shells and starfish. Legs are bare to orange sneakers. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies.
Remi Royale performing on his knees. He is topless with his signature red pants and hot dog belt.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. Once again I am dressed for the hot af weather. That means a black, spaghetti strap tank top and black running shorts. The compression part of the running shorts are a bright blue with a pattern of cassette tapes in vaguely bisexual flag colours. Legs are bare. Orange sneakers. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Orange hair. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. We are into extreme heatwave clothing aka no dress zone. Red running shorts with coral liners. Legs are bare and then orange sneakers. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies. Spaghetti strap tank top (remember when those were illegal in schools?) that is navy blue with tiny, white hearts.
An incredibly red circle of a sun high up in the sky, framed between three wires above and two wires below. It is extremely wildfire-pilled.
Baby raccoons in a tree! Two are very visible and another two and maybe mom are in there somewhere. Sky is a creepy, hazy yellow (thanks, wildfires!). They are cute af and curious af.
two small vegan corn dogs in a takeout container with a green-and-white-checkered paper liner. The tablecloth below is pink, red, and white-checkered. Corn dogs have crinkle cut fries in the batter (!!!) and a heavy drizzle of mustard on top.
BA Johnston climbs a rickety fire escape and continues to sing and then regrets his decision as he has to make his way back down.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting an orange dress with tiny, white polka squares (not dots). It is rather chaste but there is still no mistaking my massive rack. It’s kind of ridiculous. Legs are bare. Sneakers are white with a pattern of gold filigree and a mint green upper sole (I don’t know). Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case.
The stage for Death Cab for Cutie at Ottawa Bluesfest, on this day some time ago. The lights are white and gold. The band’s name is written on the large screen behind them. Ben & Dave are the only two visible, really.
Castiel the Border Collie plays at his beloved water feature at Lansdowne. Jets of water leap up from the ground and he tries to catch them, his tail wagging the entire time.
Brandon Flowers of The Killers poses in the midst of singing Somebody Told Me. He is wearing the Glastonbury suit (tm) which is shiny and slate blue. The graphics behind him are marquee lights in a pyramid shape. Ronnie is on the drums beyond BF. Perfect moment, perfect night.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am wearing a black dress with a deep scoop neckline. A pattern of white line drawings fade as you reach the waist coming up from the hemline. They are images from the television show Supernatural, like angel blades and sigils and angel feathers. Legs are bare. Sneakers are white and gold, with a stripe of mint green along the top of the sole. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting what I like to call my Norman McLaren dress. It is black and white with a pattern vaguely reminiscent of his scratching-on-film-negatives style. It is rather chaste, as far as my dresses go. Legs bare and green sneakers with pink stripes (must have been thinking about Party Animals colours this morning). Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies.
A view of the Rideau canal from Pretoria bridge. The water is largely stilted, reflecting a blue sky. A single cormorant (?) swims to the left of the frame. Trees line the edges of the canal and are also reflected in the water.
A screenshot of a radar map of Ottawa currently. It is red red red red alert.
Castiel the Border Collie flops down on a dark brown floor of the Aberdeen Pavilion aka the cattle castle.
A view of the Rideau canal from Pretoria bridge. It’s a clear day, with blue sky reflected in the completely still waters. Lush green trees line the edges and are also reflected.
A view of the Rideau canal from Pretoria bridge. The water is completely still, reflecting a clear, blue sky. Lush green trees line the edge & are also reflected.
Castiel the Border Collie leaps at water coming out of a spout in the ground. His tail wags as he waits each time for the next round.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting a dress with a pattern of pale red, orange, and blue flowers on a black background. It is very swing, with a moderately-deep vee. Necklace is an embroidered (!) orange mushroom. Legs are bare and then autumn orange sneakers. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies.
close up of three teens from Riverdale across my chest, breaking through glass for some reason: Archie, Jughead, Kevin.
Castiel the Border Collie is sleeping very hard on a black couch, with his head resting on a fuzzy, grey pillow. His tongue is sticking out a bit, as always.
Castiel the Border Collie and his cousin, Pebbles the Australian Shepherd x Great Pyrenees are both passed out on their sides, sleeping incredibly soundly. Strawberry sock on my visible foot. A corner of the Ramona bag is visible on a chair.
Castiel the Border Collie laying on a bed. His head is on a red pillow like a human. He is very sweepy.
A thrifting photo I took. It’s a dark blue t-shirt with white text that reads, “You should have been swallowed.”
A fake trade transaction graphic. Ottawa receives Ilya Rozanov. Florida receives Brady Tkachuk.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting a dress with a geometric black-and-white pattern, with hot pink accents. It’s got one heck of a deep vee and the tits are absolutely popping. Legs are bare to autumn orange sneakers. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies.
A view of the Rideau canal from Pretoria bridge. The water is rippling slightly. Grey, cloudy sky. Lush green trees line the edges of the canal.
Six photos of PWHL players drafted to PWHL Detroit. Underneath each photo, one word of the following is written: “Welcome to the motor city”. Underneath the final photo, which is of fucking Britta Curl, it reads, “(not you)”.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. Yes, an office day on a Friday. My dress is black with a pattern of white spooky drawings in heart frames. There’s a grim reaper and a haunted house and a black cat with a cauldron and a cute ghost saying boo. The neckline is cut low with a wild, white scalloped collar. Pink sparkly coffin necklace and a black pixel skull pin. Bare legs to autumn orange sneakers. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Black N95. Rocket pop sunnies.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting a red-and-black-striped dress that is very Emily Strange. Tits are popping. Legs bare and autumn orange sneakers (so rainy and so waterproof). A rainbow heart umbrella, closed, hangs from my bag. Bisexual lighting coloured sunburst cat eye glasses. Black N95. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case.
A self-portrait in a mirrored elevator. I am sporting a black dress with a pattern of line-drawn occult symbols. It mostly focuses on ouija boards and planchettes so my necklace is a tiny planchette to match. It has a deep scoop necklace so you are welcome for extra tits. Legs are bare to autumn orange sneakers. Orange hair. Orange iPhone in an orange case. Rocket pop sunnies. Black N95.