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We're finally deciding to make a post about this.
So, some of you may recall a while back that I wrote a whole post about me calling myself "singlet+," with experiences very close to plurality, but nonetheless not quite plural. I've gone back and forth on questioning it multiple times, but kept coming to the conclusion that no, when I really quiet my own brain and reach out, there truly is nothing else there. It's just me.
...So it turns out I had completely misunderstood how monoconscious systems work, and if you happen to be monoconscious, trying to kill your own brain "making up" responses tends to also kill any headmates' responses. Oops.
We've been quiet about this for a little while now, because Viridian's not wanted to get a ton of attention while she was still getting her feet under her, but she's finally decided she's comfortable being public about her existence, so here we are. The only reason I'm making an announcement post is because I'm about to post an essay we co-wrote that will be very confusing if I don't, LMAO.
She can be found over at @/emerald-technologist, though things we co-write or that are relevant to both of us - which will be most actual essays, because of the fact that I'm (so far, at least, and we have no intention of trying to change it) always fronting and thus things basically always get at least some input from me - will probably end up posted or reblogged to both blogs, so.
Let's also just say this right off the bat: if you're gonna be pissy about origins, endogenic systems, or syscourse in general, take it to me, not to her. Anyone who tries to start shit with her will just be blocked on sight; she doesn't want to deal with that. I am usually happy to debate such things, as long as I have the energy; just take it up with me.
(Also, note that while I call her Viridian, she does prefer her surname, Caldwell, from strangers; she'll accept either and won't be offended if someone firstnames her, but it's a cultural thing for her.)
pj has me thinking about leto teaching paul to swim and family beach trips. i imagine they had a lot of fun while they could, then paul had his first prophetic dream and jessica quickly started her training with him. beach days became a thing of the past.
An Offer Never to Be Turned Down
You once had faltered, but never enough to turn around and cry at the sole image of me burying your body, young yet old. I will find my skin wrinkled and your bones settled deep inside my body. I ate a piece of you, ate it whole until there was nothing left, then sank my teeth through our mother's flesh, ripped myself through the river tasting of metal and debt. (The river, you, or I? Was it the tearing of skin or the rush of blood? Was it the curled-up fist or the blooming of the rose? I love you, I love you, I love you.) Through countless hard callouses, through scalding hot waters, through minds of all poets, through depths of old legends; I screamed and writhed and wailed and shed the tears once yours for you not to drink the vial of poison, for you to come back and take the shape of your lifeless body. The bones of which I inherited, your last breath being my own. "Eat," you once had said, though I could not hear, and eat I did, my brother. Eat I did.
Ah, wait, that’s another meme?
All I do is shitpost, at this point.
its so goddamn sad and pathetic how i cant even bring myself to follow new people anymore; anxieties at an all-time high; why would anyone wanna follow me back? when i am just this desperate, needy, mentally-ill mess
You know when you quickly rinse ur fingers off when ur cooking something and just flick the water off rather than dry them off properly? Well. I have a suggestion. Dont Do That if there's a opened can in your sink, cause you will slice the fuck out of your finger