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WHAT HAPPENED DURING
THE GREAT WAR?
This is never fully approached canonically, but I have my own theories.
Jeremy Fisher, Salad Fingers' father, was part of The Great War. This is a term used by those in the UK, but only BEFORE the second world war began. (They obviously didn't know there would be a second world war) While on shore leave, he met SF's mother and the two hit it off. Unfortunately, SF's mother's father was a total racist and he was none-too-pleased to see his white daughter mingling with a black man. He threatened Jeremy on multiple occasions, and everything added up right before SF was born, causing Jeremy Fisher to flee to France. This racism continued, with SF's grandfather consistently berating him for being "a dirty immigrant." He was constantly spoken down to, being given the impression that he was dirt from the inside out.
Barely old enough to be a soldier, SF wanted to prove himself and thusly decided to join the second world war. (He wants to be accepted and loved above all else, but it's something he's not generally given) While on the battlefield, he saw all kinds of gruesome things. He saw concentration camps as well, and was there for the freeing of the Jewish population at quite a few of them.
However, all of this gore and misery took a toll. In order to free the people from one of the bigger concentration camps, he had to do the unthinkable; he had to kill his way in. The nazi soldiers wouldn't give up, they had to be fought and killed. With all of this blood on his hands, he was then subject to the terrors that were inside the concentration camp and his mind began to weaken. He began to wonder if he had killed all of the people that were piled up, brutalized by the nazis. It became more difficult for him to tell the difference between fantasy and reality, and he snapped.
The mental break caused him to be sent home, with the war basically won anyway. In order to step away from everything he had seen in the war, he regressed. In his mind, the year is 1939, which is BEFORE the second world war; and before the trauma that caused his break from reality. This break causes him to melt reality together; for instance, his step brother Kenneth died very young, but SF is sure he is off at The Great War. He often puts his own memories of the second world war and gives them to Kenneth-- allowing his brother to be a war hero instead of himself.
ANTISOCIAL TENDANCIES
Some of you may have noticed that Salad Fingers is a particularly antisocial being. He does not always enjoy hearing other people speak, as seen when his picnic friend uses her mouth words and upsets him greatly.
Certain tones of voice bother him, they grate against him and make him feel like there are ants crawling under his skin of sandpaper is rubbing against him. Higher pitched, feminine voices that are sweet as sugar fall into this category; Disney princess type voices are the worst. My headcanon is that these sounds remind him of his wife, whom he killed. Falling on the autistic spectrum is another part of this, there are certain sounds that seriously hurt him to hear.
The other reason that he prefers to keep to himself is the way his psychosis has to fight against the real world when people are around him. People will tell him when he switches between alters, or when he does something wrong (like murder or violence), and that threatens his full immersion. It confuses him when people point out his alters, or tell him things that his alters have done.
He prefers to remain alone, where he can simply tumble down the rabbit hole of his mental illness and do as he pleases without consequence.
ME: makes a post about Dissociative Identity Disorder, calling it DID throughout the entire piece.
SJW REBLOGGING MY POST FOR LITERALLY NO REASON: MPD(multiple personality disorder) is an outdated and unused term thanks
ME: But like... did you even read my post? It literally says DID throughout the whole thing. /Thanks./
When you get this, answer with five things that make you happy - then, send this ask to the last ten people on your recent activity :)
- - { the IN CHARACTER
I shan’t label my happy loves, I refuse, they might get jealous and that simply won’t do. But,
Marjory Stewart-Baxter– she’s much more manageable now that she’s dead… learned to behave properly. A proper brama.
Rust– the texture is a delight on the tips, I could put the kibosh on with rusty spoons. Feels like.. drinking a full glass of eye-water.
Nettles– the feel of the leaves scratching and stinging under me schmutter… I go to a far-away place for a little while.
Horace Horsecollar– Ub Iwerks and Mr. Walt brought me my very best friend. Sometimes, he invites his friends over and I have to be cross, but I like the feel of the tears on his face.
Taps– oh, taps are glorious things, aren’t they? Bringing water.. gathering rust.. Did you know Jeremy Fisher rode a tap all the way to France?
- - { the OUT OF CHARACTER
Writing creative things
Singing/Dancing/Acting/Drawing
Being drawn on (it just feels so nice idk)
Playing with/Styling/Dying hair, especially mine
Making new friends
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LET’S TALK ABOUT...
...DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER
One of the most common (and easiest to spot) themes in Salad Fingers is the very ovbious presence of Dissociate Identity Disorder within Salad Fingers himself. He swaps between alters so often that it can often make the storyline difficult to follow; but trust me, it's much more confusing for him.
Dissociative identity disorder (DID), previously known as multiple personality disorder (MPD), is a mental disorder characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring identities or dissociated personality states. These states alternately show in a person's behavior, accompanied by memory impairment for important information not explained by ordinary forgetfulness. These symptoms are not accounted for by substance abuse, seizures, or other medical conditions, nor by imaginative play in children. Dissociative symptoms range from common lapses in attention, becoming distracted by something else, and daydreaming, to pathological dissociative disorders. Symptoms vary over time.
DID symptoms include "the presence of two or more distinct personality states" accompanied by the inability to recall personal information, beyond what is expected through normal forgetfulness. Other DSM-5 symptoms include a loss of identity as related to individual distinct personality states, and loss referring to time, sense of self and consciousness. The symptoms of dissociative amnesia are subsumed under the DID diagnosis but can be diagnosed separately. Individuals with DID may experience distress from both the symptoms of DID (intrusive thoughts or emotions) and the consequences of the accompanying symptoms (dissociation rendering them unable to remember specific information). Identities may be unaware of each other and compartmentalize knowledge and memories, resulting in chaotic personal lives. DID patients may also frequently and intensely experience time disturbances.
The primary identity, which often has the patient's given name, tends to be "passive, dependent, guilty and depressed" with other personalities being more active, aggressive or hostile, and often containing a current time line that lacks childhood memory. Most identities are of ordinary people, though fictional, mythical, celebrity and animal parts have been reported.
Salad Fingers explains some of his alters (because he does often converse with them, because most of them are identities taken from the family that abandoned him/have died) by placing their identities into finger puppets when he is not within the identities himself. These alters include Hubert Cumberdale (himself; and sometimes he refers to his original identity as Barbara Logan-Price because he is gender fluid), Marjory Stewart-Baxter (his wife, whom he killed), and Jeremy Fisher (his father). On top of his puppets, he also slips into the alters Aunty Bainbridge (his own aunt), Penny Pigtails, and his brother Kenneth, though those are less frequent and generally shorter.
im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill
dontforgettosendflowers:
Ambrose’s mismatched eyes watched the gun drop to the ground, and he couldn’t help but offer a sigh of relief. His gaze didn’t leave this strange fellow for a minute, but he did slowly (and cautiously) lean down to grab the handle of the firearm, standing and carefully saddling it into the back of his belt. Wasn’t going to give it back, that was for damned sure. “I’m not lookin’ for shit. Your Grinch-ass pulled a gun. Care to tell me why?”
"Grinch?" The question came slowly, his confusion over-riding his natural inclinations that usually led him to correct people who swore; he couldn't stand filthy language, it was for filthy people. He didn't recognize the reference either, because mentally, he was trapped in 1939. The Grinch did not yet exist in that year. Shaking his head, he tried to recall how he had gotten here and could not.
The reason for this was simple, it was one of his alters that had taken him to this point. He was now in his most gentile state and could not at all recall anything that had led up to this point. If he hadn't snapped out of it and fallen into this personality, he might very well have shot the stranger in front of him. He was prone to murderous intentions in some of his personalities. "I.. couldn't 'ave. It wasn't me. I wouldn't 'ave. You're telling fibs."
brxkngilbert:
OPEN.
He was- well- high. And he sure as hell wouldn’t have been listening to this song if he wasn’t- but despite that, he just absentmindedly sang along, before realizing someone else was in the room with him. Then- “Go girl you can twerk it. Let me see you whistle while you work it. Imma lay it back, don’t stop it. Cause I love it how ya drop it, drop it, drop it on me.”
The music had come as a surprise to him, he hadn't expected to hear it upon wandering in. His tastes were more old fashioned, because mentally he had gotten lost in 1939; so by all accounts, this type of music shouldn't exist and the fact that it did threatened his psychosis. Hands over his ears, he blinked in a twitchy fashion as he watched the other man. "Such.. unpleasant frequencies. Cod.. my skin is crawling off."
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“Tell me “ Contraction of ancient eye lids sent that of a narrowed glare towards the stranger before him. “Are all humans this dull?”
"Sometimes, you 'ave to teach them how to play correctly, give 'em a swift kick in the corybungus-- or leave them to hang," which he meant literally.
eternallyfinn:
“You sure you’re okay with this?” Finn cast another glance around the club, his eyes wide and fangs extended. No matter where he looked, he could see vampires feeding. Vampires feeding on mortals. Yet, he could detect not even a single-trace of fear. No, it seemed that these mortals actually wanted to be fed on; some were even begging for it. “I mean…” He stepped closer, his eyes already fixed on the mortal’s neck. “Do you honestly like being bitten?”
"Mmmmm," he hummed out through his grin, looking around at all of the tasty little humans being bitten. He was, by all accounts, also a tasty little human. His blood might not be quite as delicious, considering the fact that he was suffering from a form of anemia that tinted his skin an earthy shade of green, but boy did he want to be bitten. "I like it when the red river flows, and I taste much better than a filthy dilly-boy; bite me. Do it."
@iamsaladfingers replied to your photo:
we haven’t spoken yet but your eyes are so pretty wow
Omg thanks friend! YOU ARE SO SWEET
You're welcome, friend. Feel free to change that "we haven't spoken yet" thing at any time. IC or OOC. I'm pretty sure my IMs are open and I've got a few opens up.
send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or not.
ashleighduval:
“You made them? That’s amazing.” Ashleigh could cook a little but nothing amazing someone making their own scones to have with their tea was amazing.
“I’m sure I won’t have to kvetch.” She said not sure what it meant but she thought it might have something to do with complaining if she had to guess.
"It's true! I wouldn't put up the fanny," he explained, looking off into the distance for a moment as if he had to check with himself before adding in a simple, "right" as punctuation to his statement.
A tray was produced and the scones and tea were settled on it and he carried them to the table with a gleeful expression written on his face. "I'm no chicken, but I love to cook." However, he was not the best chef in the world. His scones were a little burnt, the ingredients a little off, but he had done his best and they looked beautiful to him.