We Need To Have Places Like Bars Where Instead Of Only 18+ Year Olds Allowed In It’s ONLY People Who

Tbh the more “weird” a person is, the more I get confused when they don’t support other “weird” people

Like how can you be a system and alterhuman and objectum and autistic and trans and queer and schizophrenic etc etc but then be anti endo or anti “contradictory” labels

Like

Like dude those are our cousins what are you talking about

You’re weird as fuck why are you complaining about other people being weird in different ways tf

the 4 genders of minecraft modders

very online queer person behind YOUR favorite mod who will eventually burn out and abandon its development

some kid with an unreadable username and zero online presence maintaining exactly one mod that bears the load of like half of the modded minecraft scene

random dude with an office job as a professional developer who singlehandedly maintains every single mod you've ever heard of

adolf hitler

679 - Fetty Wap

@rottingnfrotting

rb with the last song you listened to with a number in the title

ill start mine is one million dollars by 100 gecs

Racism in the plural community is a real problem. Racism in the medical community is a real, dangerous problem.

Pour one out for DID/OSDD systems of color that go undiagnosed or misdiagnosed because the psychiatric institution dismisses them.

Pour one out for all systems of color who feel isolated because the online community often conflates plurality with whiteness.

Pour one out for systems of color who get called racist or appropriative because their systems incorporate aspects of their own culture, but people automatically assume they must be white.

Pour one out for systems of color whose voices are silenced because of their ethnicity.

Uplift non-white systems. Talk to non-white systems, not over them.

ngl expected more evil and less lawful

Tag game!!!

Do this quiz

And this picrew

And tag people(obviously)

Although anyone who wasn’t tagged here can of course join in, it’s open to anyone :3

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i am gay and tired, reblog this if you are also gay and tired

two sentence horror story. My head feels fuzzy. pk;m new.

TW: Death, Gore & Body Horror

The strike rings true, screams erupting around the battlefield as her blood pours from her chest and down the sword in her heart, staining her coat red. Pearl's lifeless corpse falls limp off the blade, roars of victory erupting from her enemies as they flee to celebrate.

Cleo turns to BigB and begins to plan, on the back foot now without their warrior. Only Scott pauses to feel, his cold withered oak heart creaking in his chest, orange glowing bright through this shirt. Orange ichor falls from his glowing eyes and he collapses next to her corpse, tears splashing against her bones. Her chest torn open, cold and lifeless heart bare and bisected for all to see. Bile rises in his throat, or it would if his body were anything but cold grey flesh and white bark; The infection denying him the basic grief response. His mind races, wishing he'd done something, wishing he'd taken that blade instead of her.

An idea forms, and he draws his blade, cutting his chest open, the lifeless bark makes no resistance. Cleo and BigB's frantic chatter of battle plans has long since turned to static in his ears, the only sound he hears the rhythmic creaking of his heart in his hand. He cuts into her, pulling her heart from behind her ribs, her blood soaking his hands once more, and suddenly he's back on the hill in double life, standing atop a pile of TNT, staring into her eyes so full of hate and love, lighting the match. He drops the match, it's orange glow illuminating her empty chest cavity as it soaks up her blood, skin turning, no growing grey.

Bark forms and hardens, veins filled with radiant orange. The steady creaking of his heart reverberating through her chest, her eyes flicker open, golden glow shining on Scott's tear stained face. She reaches a cold, lifeless hand to his cheek and wipes his tears as he sobs, wrapping his arms around her with no care for her blood soaking his clothes once again. The steady beating of his, no, their heart fills each other's existence, that cursed string tying together once more, the lifeline forming between them. Slowly, her flesh knits back together, dried out bark growing across the gaping wound.

The words tumble from his bloodstained lips before he can stop them, the words she'd been begging to hear for so long. "I'm so sorry Pearl". She hugs him back, their bones creaking and bark grinding, they couldn't care less. Silently, they vowed to win this or die trying, together.

This. This on so, so many levels. The stark contrast here alone should be enough to prove why this election was so important and why we're so afraid.

Among other things -broadly gestures-

Something that I've been wondering is like... when Obama or Biden won their terms, did Republicans post a ton of suicide hotline info the same way we are? Because it's a lot right now.