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oh hi! didn't see you there!

hello to my mutuals who i haven't talked to in like 2 years! i moved to @dr1thh. also i'm on twitter @trifcrce. i turned 16 on saturday so like for my birthday you should totally refollow me so we can get back in touch haha ;;;)))

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you know what fucked me up as a kid and still fucks me up today? that episode of icarly where they made a new number called derf and it was between 5 and 6

pluralphobic

Actual Bullying is real trauma. This isn’t even a debate.

So is school abuse in general. Being abused by teachers, students and pretty much everyone in school.

You are in a stressful situation where a lot of the time, you can not fight or flee.

The very reason people dont think it’s “that bad” because institutes dont want to recognize that bad things happen in schools and your parents (because they cant to shit about it) keep telling you its just words or just play-fighting and you should get over it

ratbastarddotfuck

Reblog if you’re part of a hostile nation that’s declared war on Australia

mycroftrh

Oh my god though guys you don’t know the best thing! The best thing is: he’s right.

The Gay and Lesbian Kingdom of the Coral Sea Islands is a micronation near Australia. This is their flag:

The Gay Kingdom (as it is colloquially known) was founded in 2004 in protest against Australia’s legal stance against same-sex marriage.

Here are some of their stamps:

They are currently ruled by Emperor Dale I, and their currency is the Pink Dollar.

And, indeed - they declared war on Australia for not recognizing same-sex marriages performed outside the country. (Second link.)

sailurmars

You’re telling me there has been a Gay Island this ENTIRE TIME and I’m only just finding out about it????

feitanswife

WHAT

gondorsfinest

okay, but not enough people know the details on this. people at pride were upset about gay rights in australia. so they decided to sail 200 miles into the coral sea just ‘cause and put a rainbow flag on a fucking empty island out of spite. and i’m talking empty. no inhabitants. zero. it was a flat piece of land with a bit of dry grass. now it has a camp site and a post office.

they have a declaration of independence that talks a bit about gay rights and then just flat out copies the “life liberty and the pursuit of happiness” part from the american declaration of independence. and here’s the best part: the founding group actually elected their emperor. he was originally going to be called the “administrator” of a republic. their website, however, says that “upon legal advice, his title was changed to that of Sovereign on the grounds that under Australian law a defacto prince trying to claim his crown cannot be charged with treason”. so they made it a kingdom and he now claims to be a descendent of edward ii.

everything about this is glorious and everyone should know about it.

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ileolai

Not one of you mentioned that the anthem for this nation is I Am What I Am by Gloria Gaynor. Not. One. Of. You.

bob-belcher

side effects of being numb due to mental illness:

not crying for weeks and weeks on end until one day, you’re breaking down over something that isn’t actually worth getting upset about

not being able to tell if your feelings for people are platonic or romantic or if you’re just lonely

instead of caring too much, you don’t care at all about anything

not being able to process anything going on in your life and when you try, your brain stalls out

losing your train of thought every five seconds, so when you try to have a conversation, you have to pause and remember what you were trying to say

word vomiting

mind “static”

tophatpkmn

twitterlols

im having a stroke

theamazingdalet

photobucket goes from free to $400/year for the exact same service and their ceo is surprised there was backlash

pikozumo

peach/pauline is really good

Bianca: Well, I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Cheren: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Bianca: You don’t have to wear it.

Cheren: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

writing-prompt-s

write a story about how you became the world’s most powerfull person… by accident.

caffeinewitchcraft

You learn about the butterfly effect in school. The concept is interesting, but not so interesting that you don’t fall asleep partway through the movie. You hear something distantly about a butterfly beating its wings and hurricanes. You think it will never apply to you.

You know now (not then) that power comes through and from favors.

If you had known that then you would probably not have done so many.

(This is where it starts.)

One.

There is a strange creature crossing the road behind the lecture hall. You stop on your bike and frown at it. It looks a little like a turtle, but it’s limbs are longer than any turtle you’ve ever seen. It’s stretched out on the hot asphalt, long, pale limbs clawing forward towards the small stream that runs on the other side.

You hop off your bike and gently pick the creature up, hands under the belly of the shell like you learned from the internet.

Imagine your surprise when the shell slides off the creature instead, dropping a tiny woman onto the asphalt.

“Water,” she croaks, tiny eyes screwed shut. Her eyelids are the size of yours which means they’re huge on her. “Please.”

(You will not know until later what exactly please means to the fae.)

You feel yourself move through your shock. You pick her up and take her to the water’s edge. She slips under the surface, pale skin flashing like the scales of a fish, and she’s gone.

You’d wonder if your roommate slipped you something this morning if she wasn’t back a moment later, pushing a small rock into your hands.

“A boon,” she says. Her eyes are large and black, suited for her underwater world. “For a favor.” She smiles, showing teeth jagged and sharp like a piranha.

When you blink, she’s gone.

You stare at the rock in your left hand. It’s smooth and worn from years in water, an interesting swirl of granite and quartz. “I wish I knew,” you tell it.

The rock ices over so fast that you don’t have time to drop it. The frost swirls across your skin, burning you where it touches, and you watch in horror as your skin turns a mottled black and blue.

You fall to your knees from the pain and choke on a scream as the stone sinks into you, touching your bones and sending more ice through your marrow. It climbs up your arm and touches your eye, changing you vision so now that you’re see double, a strange, blue world juxtaposed next to the one you know and love.

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#unreality

writing-prompt-s

One day on a crowded beach you find a message in a bottle. It reads, “I’m so sorry to have done this to you.” You look up and the beach is empty. You are alone.

astro-hotline

Alone. You’ve been alone for three days on that beach. You had been vacationing on a small island when that damn bottle washed up. You remember the feeling of dread that had raked your body. This wasn’t even your home. You had come here alone to get some relaxation. Now you were stuck on the beach with a small bit of provisions. Water and coconuts from the trees nearby. Thank god you had gone to that coconut demonstration at the hotel. Speaking of the hotel, that was gone too. It had disappeared just as quietly as all of the people. You’re too nervous to go adventure into the dark jungle that separates you from the rest of the island. You had seen the eyes watching you. Eyes like blood that burned red as the embers of your dwindling fire. You tossed another bunch of twigs onto the fire as you stated listlessly into the flames.

“These humans are so interesting. Devoid of human interaction they simply cease to be. Notice the way the body droops at the lack of food. We’ve calculated that the food offerings available are sufficient enough to provide adequate nourishment”

A small humanoid figure sat watching the screen in front of him. Ooognork the Science Borg was such a great program, his mother always let him watch before going to bed. He scratched at the red skin of his knee before he turned his glowing red eyes back to the screen.

“The human has noticed our researchers watching it at night. It has failed to engage with its perceived threat. Unusual for the violent species, this may be a more developed human we’ve captured. Notice how it picked up our teleportation device and when presented with its dilemma, immediately took to trying to create a shelter”

The Martian gazed at his screen with wonder. Someday he would like to help research the earth dwellers. They were such a promoter species, they really could use the help to advance their planet. The Martian government had decided that the next invention they would drop off on earth would be there hovering boards, the oil crisis should have been solved eons ago. That’s what happens when you leave them to advance on their own. His mother had always said they must help those less fortunate than them.

“That concludes our research hour folks. The human has been transported safely back to their previous home. Join us again as we take a look at the wild Antaar species on the home of Venus.”

You looked around wildly at the once more crowded beach. Hadn’t you just been stranded? The memories were slowly ebbing away as if it was all a dream. Yeah, you had just fallen asleep and had a crazy dream about glowing red eyes. Nothing to worry about. You spotted a bottle, much like the one from your dream with a note inside.

“Thank you so much for your service. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

#unreality

writing-prompt-s

One day on a crowded beach you find a message in a bottle. It reads, “I’m so sorry to have done this to you.” You look up and the beach is empty. You are alone.

psychedelicflyingshark

Thank god

miasmaticinfection

The sun was bright, but I could see clouds forming on the far west side of the beach. Huge, jagged rocks stabbed the sky on the cliffs on both sides of the beach. Children shrieked as water chased them up the beach. I had never seen my hometown’s beach so crowded. I looked at the white sand through shades and saw a small glass bottle with a stopper and a note inside. I used the wine opener on my keychain to pop out the cork and shook the note out.

“I’m so sorry to have done this to you.”

The wind suddenly knocked me over. The clouds had covered the sky, and the hot air was suddenly cold, and it was very, very quiet. I looked around. I was alone. I could see a seagull flying around some garbage about half a mile away.

“Thank god,” I said, pulling off my backpack. I slid on my jacket over my shirt and pulled out my smokes and a baggie of bird food. The seagull and some of his friends flew over to me as I tossed the bird feed to them. The cold air turned my nose pink but I stayed their breathing in the ocean spray, alone with the gulls on a beach, euphoric, in the Twilight Zone.