Even though I don't fully agree with blackpill, I still see its merit and points — just like radical feminism at its essence. Having said that, treating a group of people like they're not human beings should ever be something worth considering
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Even though I don't fully agree with blackpill, I still see its merit and points — just like radical feminism at its essence. Having said that, treating a group of people like they're not human beings should ever be something worth considering
Mmm being tied up <3
Being restrained <3
Being immobilized <3
Being dehumanized <3
Duct tape <3 Rope <3 Chains <3 Belts <3
Also it's just amazing that me and others are being denied life-saving medical treatments because of for-profit health insurance while the rich are given more means to get disgustingly richer by our idiot government
Angels are it/its. You can humanize them to yourself, some of them might even want to use the human pronouns, and you can if you want. But don’t forget they’re not people. They’re pets. It/its teaches them who they are
show: we made this character who [textbook symptoms and traits of autism]
me: wow! so they're autisti-
show a few seasons later: -actually! we decided they were secretly an alien the whole time!! that's why they're so weird and socially awkward and bullied and the butt of everyones jokes cause we can't keep making fun of them like this if they're actually autistic cause we'd get yelled at! :)
me: awesome. thanks.
@roxenworks for the whump exchange!
Sorry that it's a bit short. School has been very hectic lately, but I hope you like it!
“We can’t have that now, can we?”
His voice sends a shiver down my spine. I can’t help it. I wish I could, each tiny expression of fear seems to feed him. My hands freeze on the windowsill.
“I don’t know what you mean.” My voice is higher than usual, thin. He’s been chipping away at my resolve, until the soft innards are exposed for his teeth and claws to sink into.
“What did I say about lying to me?”
It’s rhetorical, of course. We both know I can’t get that incident out of my head any time soon.
Elliot sighs. “Where do you plan to go? Certainly not back to your father.”
“No.”
“Then fending for yourself? We both know you can’t do that.”
I back slowly away from the window.
“I had a dog like you, once, it thought itself a wolf. Of course, it was ridiculous.”
“Of course.” I smile, meekly.
“But it’s very difficult to impress upon an animal that it is helpless, that, despite what it thinks, you are the best thing for it. So you have to put it on a leash.”
Before I get a chance to breathe, a thick iron band flashes past my face and tightens around my neck. My hands fly to it, trying to loosen it, but it only gets tighter. My claws dig scratches into my scales.
“You’ll get used to it.”
I look up at him in terror. My eyes feel as though they’re going to bulge out of my head. My tongue is thick in my mouth and darkness dances at the edge of my vision.
“The more you struggle, the tighter it will get.” There’s a condescending, sing-song tone in his voice. “A dragon would know that. So, are you a dragon, or are you a beast?”
“A- a dragon.”
“We’ll see about that.”
They took his patience under their thoughtlessness for granted; they didn't seem aware that he had feelings to hurt or interests to injure, and some of them talked together as freely in his presence as if he wasn't there.
L. P. Hartley, from The Hireling
i don't like being aromantic sometimes. Everyone around me is talking about going on dates, or this lovey dovey poem they found, or their crushes, and I don't know how that feels. And I don't mind not feeling those things until the people around me starts talking about it.
And then suddenly I feel like I'm not human. Or not human enough. But I am. But when people talk about romance, I can't understand. I hate that. I don't have something that so many people understand. I don't know how things are supposed to work. So it feels like something is wrong.
Add the whole bit with people saying "Romantic love is part of human nature", and what do you get. People who don't feel human because they don't feel romance.