it's a sad song. but I'll keep singing it anyways.
@disconnected-dragon
call me orca. just cuz i like orcas a lot. straight white (trans) male. 21 years old. T on 03/26/25. he/it/xhey. certified sigma male (autistic) and rizzmaster (severely socially anxious) and knowledgeable (OCD) occasionally 18+, minors please dnf. peaked with that one death note better call saul post fixations atm: dc comics (specifically batman/the arkhamverse games) hetalia (sadly), South Park, the eltingville club, deltarune, dunmeshi, and sonic the hedgehog holden caulfield's no.1 defender converting to Judaism, when I have the time/life stability to do so. staunchly pro-Palestinian.
okay ive put it off long enough, here's my real actual intro post after three years of owning this blog. let's get this started
hi, my name isn't orca but that's what I go by on the nets! my favorite animal is an orca and it has been since i was a kid, so might as well cut out the middle man and just take it! yeah ik im a disconnected-dragon but this is made up internet time so i dont care lol
here's some stuff to know abt me! (gif unrelated lol)
my pronouns are it/he/xhey in order of preference.
my hyperfixations are, atm, dc comics, south park, the eltingville club (blame TikTok), hetalia (unfortunately), and wednesday, specifically wenclair. if you're a jerk to me abt any of these you will catch a block.
my blog is 18+, as mentioned in my bio. please have your age listed, i am not comfortable with minors following me for a lot of reasons, for your sake and mine. so uh yeah please unf if you're underage, thank you.
I have autism, actually diagnosed, anxiety (thats totally not debilitating ha ha help) and some? symptoms of OCD? But dont worry, im in therapy and it doesn't impact my day to day much at the moment. but, it's hard for me to interact with the internet a lot of days.
I am currently working towards converting to Judaism. Yes, seriously. I feel in my heart that its the correct path for me, as arduous as it is. It feels like coming home.
Despite this, I am staunchly pro-Palestinian and I will not bend on this front. At all. The state of Israel is, in its current form, a colonialist project fed by Western powers and is carrying out a genocide on the Palestinian people. This horrible violence must stop in order for any meaningful discourse to continue. October 7th, as horrible as it was, was not a valid reason for the Israeli government to do this. But also I will not clap for Hamas or cheer for Iran. No, I will not compromise on this stance. No, you cannot debate me about it. Yes, you will get blocked.
However, I would love to talk abt other aspects of my conversion! feel free to ask me about it on my posts abt it or ask, if the askbox is open ofc.
If you like poor little meow meows being pathetic AND awful AND crawling on his hands and knees while wearing fuckass office clothes, then Backrooms is the movie for you
one cool thing about having an autistic dad whose special interest is underwater spearfishing is that when he catches fish he'll just call up a nearby chinese restaurant like "hi. i caught a fish. can you cook it and i'll bring my family by?" and they're like "yeah sure come on over white boy" and the fish is delicious.
it's worth adding that my mom is chinese and she always gets embarrassed by this. like she doesn't want to come to the restaurant with us. she doesn't want to be seen with the white man she caught plus the fish that her white man caught. everyone who works at the restaurant thinks my dad is awesome and compliments him + her for choosing him and we all find this very fun except for her.
My baby Qais will die because his surgery is delayed. As an oppressed mother in Gaza, I am forced to postpone his surgical procedure —not by choice, but because this post is ignored and not shared.
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Kat had to die for Clark to spiral. Not only is he someone who clearly believes deep down in the duty of men to lead, provide, protect (as much as he then goes on to resent that), he’s someone who wanted kids. Who has wanted kids for a while, who made this whole life plan with someone around eventually having kids (and grew resentful of that too). Clark failing to save Kat is confirmation in his mind he would’ve never been fit for that role. That’s why he keeps her in the fridge, as a reminder. As another reason why he’s clearly never fit to leave.
Ideally I'd make a post like "It is pride month! Yay! :D"
...But it is getting increasingly hard to exist as a trans person, let alone celebrate it.
We should still celebrate it. That celebration doesn't need to be loud. It doesn't need to be noticed by anyone except yourself.
They want us to feel shame at who we are. They want others to fear what we are. Pride in yourself is the antithesis of shame. So please, now more than ever, make sure you celebrate pride. Celebrate you.
I have received all manner of threat, up to and beyond “I will play a flute carved from your femur,” and yet this is the first time I’ve felt truly threatened
Something happened that's impossible to describe but the only viable treatment plan is to describe it
Something happened that's impossible to describe and it's warping you from the inside out and slowly killing you
Something happened that's impossible to describe and the fear of that is chemically changing you and leading you to live in self destructive cycles
Something happened that's impossible to describe that is chemically changed you forever so you only know safety in the cycle
Something happened that's impossible to describe and although you survived it you know it could resurface at each corner, waiting
Something happened that's impossible to describe and it won't forget you no matter how much time has passed and no matter how much that time warps its shape
Something happened that's impossible to describe and nothing will ever be the same again
james sunderland and clark from backrooms 2026 would be best friends but also they can never meet because their arcs depend on having no friends so the universe put them in separate realities. but if they ever met they would be inseparable.
And it’s like. Clark fails at his most pivotal moments because he is a man but he is kept from ever having the chance of succeeding because he is a black man. He is caught in the trauma cycle of memory in the backrooms not because he is uniquely a bad person but because he has lived so long under oppression he’s like “maybe I can be okay living on the floor” AND THATS the moment it gets him. The second he fails to save Kat is the second it all goes to hell because it shatters everything he believes about himself deep down. And it’s not at all entirely his fault and also completely his doing.
And thus Mary living is because she actually learned from the trauma instead of repeating it over and over again, something only she only had the chance to learn due to the system caring about her as a white child enough to save her. But also she routinely has her control over situations stripped away from her as well, such as the end of the movie and both when her mother imprisoned her in their home and when she’s taken from her by force. Mary is given safety, comfortableness, but not control or agency or importance. Because while she is white she is also just a woman, a still life in someone else’s show until she’s deemed important enough to be rescued and put in a new sparkly cage.
They are both doomed in spite of who they are and because of it. There is no winning for them. At the end, they are still consumed by the systems in which they dedicated themselves, whether that be the backrooms itself or the medical field or greater kinds of oppression.