This is accurate and I Iove it but also wow I can’t even understand the messed up logic behind the decision.
It just, what is the logic at all, the Symbiosis Commission are just terrible. I do not think we’ve ever seen them do anything good. They don’t let new hosts interact or ever enter a relationship with someone their old host is which is such bullshit and leads to exile for no good reason. They basically control who gets a symbiont and cause many Trills to basically hyperfocus on trying to joining the program to join with one of the ‘limited’ symbionts, through the initive program which really isn’t a good thing and lie about how many trill can be joined so even if you can be joined you most likely will be shot down. And this whole Joran Dax mess is just such bullshit and could have lead to the death of the host. This sparked a little rant and I don’t even mind.
i think the reason so many ppl on tumblr latched onto “y’all” is because a lot of ESL bloggers were getting tired of not having a 2° person plural pronoun
Maybe it’s because most of us are southerners who grew up with “y’all”, fam
fairly sure “world population that’s not from the US > southerners” but i might be wrong in my calculations
Today’s tumblr glitch is *spins prize wheel* Uhhhhh everyone posts comments with no text, just 5 empty comments from different blogs one after another attached to every post.
whenever i see these post-apocalyptic films set in the USA where everyone is pretty much just killing each other with no mention of other nations i always just assume that the rest of the world is fine and has learnt how to resume life as normal
You don’t exist, they tell you. You look down at yourself in confusion. You are still there. Nobody can see or hear you. You do not exist.
Your heart longs for something you know you don’t actually want. You wonder why you even bother when the feeling will just fade.
Romance is a thing, they say. You accept it unquestioningly. You do not believe them.
You reach for the romantic feeling. It isn’t there. You swear it was there only a second ago. Where did it go? Was it ever there in the first place?
They come bringing cake. That cake isn’t for you, you try to tell them, pointing to the ace community next door. They don’t listen, showering you in endless cake.
You see your flag colors and feel a burst of pride. It has nothing to do with your orientation. It never has anything to do with your orientation. The universe is made of utterly arbitrary things.
You scream into the void, trying to be heard. There is only silence in response. You wonder if you really are alone.
This feeling is romantic. You are certain of it. This feeling is platonic. You are certain of it. You are certain that they are two different words for the same feeling. You aren’t certain of anything.
You try to write an inclusive post but you are forgetting an identity. You type until your fingers bleed but you are still missing one. You will always miss one.
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