I Have A Stupid Joke Idea I Can't Stop Thinking About

So much more than "I feel like I'm someone else" , DID is so often "I feel like I'm in someone else's life". Like, this is not my house, these are not my clothes, that is not my cat, you are not my friends, but I've got to carry on anyway as though they're all mine and just hope that no-one notices that I'm walking in someone else's skin

Gossip girls ✨ sticker designs for my redbubble

People don't like to admit it bcs cringe or w/e but Homestuck really did revolutionize the webcomic as a storytelling medium and I am endlessly frustrated that before webcomic artists could really stretch our legs fucking webtoonz swooped in, set a new, more restrictive standard, and then monetized and monopolized the ever living fuck out of the concept of The Webcomic until it drove away anyone who couldn't be a professional quality manga artist for free, and now the only webcomics that actually feel like spiritual successors to Homestuck are so obscure they're basically cult classics that you have to beg people to read.

Like it's just so wild to be in high school and see Homestuck be like "we're using like fifteen different artistic mediums to tell this story bcs we can" and be really fucking inspired by that, only to grow up and see basically every webcomic ever have to conform to One Single Standard or fucking perish.

There was a mermaid who had chosen to go onto land, who had given up her tail for legs, her fangs for square teeth, her feathery gills for pretty pink lungs. And she grew to regret it. She had fallen in love with a mortal man, and found him to be nothing but a fool.

She hadn't realized how diffenet her new body was. She knew she would have legs, she prepared for that, but she didn't prepare to really be a human woman. Her silver scales were now replaced with pale skin, which seemed so weak and easy to hurt to her, she felt flayed alive. She wasn't prepared to wear clothing on her body, which felt like being trapped in a net. And not to mention how slowly she moved, how strange and disturbing it was to not be able to swim miles and miles whenever she needed to, she was trapped in one little peice of the world.

Not to mention, she had to eat human food now, which was set on fire before it was served to her, and it was sometimes made of plants. She wanted to vomit just thinking about it, but her new body needed it to live, and she cried through every meal. And just as bad where her new reproductive organs, that were so much more complex, and bled for her constantly, and made it feel like she was always wounded.

The worst thing about her reproductive organs was how her husband treated them. She had fallen in love with him from the sea, watching him and knowing so little about his kind or his disposition. He wanted to mate nearly every night, but wanted no hatchinglings to come from it. And human mating itself was disgusting to her, instead of just laying eggs for him he'd somehow be inside her. She didn't want to imagine the details. She made excuses to keep him away, but she knew some day she would run out, and wept knowing it would happen.

Her husband was a strange human. She thought he was a prince when she watched him from the water but he had a diffrent title as a duke of some sort, bowing to a king on a different continent. She had seen him in uniform and thought him a hero, slaying dragons and orcs and devils and harpies and goblins and witches. But all the dragons and harpies had fled to the skies, and the goblins and orcs deep underground, and the devils and witches had gone into hiding. She saw him set fire to a witch once, she wasn't sure she was a witch though, but it wasn't brave, all she did was cry, he didn't fight her at all.

All her husband's wars were with other humans. Sometimes humans with diffrent flags who seemed the same as them. Sometimes humans who had been on the land longer then him, who his armies pushed further and further from the coast. Sometimes his own subjects, weeping and broken masses, people he hurt, those were the wars he won the most. She wanted to help him just to be with him, but she learned human women weren't allowed to fight. So when he was at war he was away, and when he wasn't all he talked about was war, and money, and the awful things he wanted to do with her.

She expected to be his wife in a way she wasn't. She learned human wives were treated like children to their husbands, that they had to obey them, that he could yell and her and hurt her just like he did his servents. She learned he was able to yell at his servents, she was allowed to too but she didn't. She learned things she had to do, she had to become civilized, whatever it meant to be civilized. She wasn't allowed to go outside the palace, not alone. And she wasn't allowed to pray to the gods of the deep, she had to pray to the one god of the humans, a bleeding god on a torture device, a sad god, a weak god.

There was one final night when her husband tried to force her to mate with him, more forcefully then he ever had before. He hit her. And though she didn't have fangs anymore she bit him so hard he bled. He tried to restrain her, to undress her, to undress himself. She ripped off the part of his body he tried to pit inside her. And she thought it so strange, how blood looks on land, flowing to the bottom as opposed to floating away.

She walked to the water after that. And slowly walked in, losing herself in the waves. Some people think she became a mermaid again, and that she's safe in her kingdom in the deep. But others think she walked into the water knowing she'd stay a human, and let the ocean filling her lungs set her free.

absolutely. friendly reminder from your local russian: our government still says "we're killing only the nazis☝️🫡" while slaughtering ukrainian civilians, bombing schools and hospitals, etc. and it's plain obvious that they lie. then why isn't it obvious that israel lies, too?

with regard to israel stating that they’re “only killing terrorists”: you know that members of government can (and often do) lie, right. you do realize that we have historically seen multiple different systems of government commit crimes against humanity and lie about it, right. and you do realize that taking “we’re only killing terrorists” at face value when the casualty tolls for palestine and lebanon collectively are over 100,000 people and going “well they must have all been terrorists” is straight up racist, like plain as fucking day, right.

call your girl Bluetooth Speaker the way I made a temporary connection with her that she will always remember

guys i think the post's buoyancy is off

it's drowning guys

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Is there a way to put screenshots underwater when you're in desktop. I don't use the app but I want to feel part of something

I can't decide if I want to be her or be with her

god gives his coolest girlfriends to his most loser reddit bros

The one thing I don’t like seeing from endos is some of them saying “your trauma makes your privileged! No one will believe me but they’ll believe you!”

Trauma doesn’t make anyone privileged. The views that trauma is privilege is terrible. That’s abuse that someone has been through, assault someone has been through.

If you’re saying that someone is privileged because they have trauma… you really need to do something to help yourself out. That’s a terrible mindset to have.

No one believes in endos because of the harm they cause to systems and singlets that are trying to be there for systems. Endos and non-traumagenic “systems” don’t need to be included in everything.

Anti-endo spaces are made so systems can have space from endos and that community, but endos and proendos force themselves into it any way. Why? Because they hate it when someone speaks up against them.

It’s not something you should feel entitled to.

This is why I will never support endos and proendos or “systems” made without trauma. You don’t exist. Your mind CANNOT fragment without trauma and that trauma IS NOT a privilege to have.

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