#disrespekt

[schnaf]

how about no

[blorbocedes]

talking about how redbull is in the gutters because verstappens in p7 like checo isn't in p3 within two seconds of the race leader 😫 the disrespekt

[dotthings]

Antis trying to cancel Misha for *flips through notes* mocking white supremacists/fascism. After they tried cancelling him for *checks next pile of notes* supporting a queer ship and *turns page* speaking about the homophobic culture gen x grew up in and saying he’s glad things changed.

And these are a few of many reasons hatedom is in fact not at all progressive even as they fake virtue signal to try to give themselves excuses to keep attacking someone who is in fact a very good bean.

I am very much f*cking over all the excuses. Week after week. Jared stans or Jensen stans are taking turns being absolute shitheads to Misha. I don’t really care about the crey crey about “uwu Jared gets the most hate of anyone ever” or “we must hate Misha for the sake of Jensen’s sacred virginal honor protekt Jensen!!! So disrespektful!!!’l

It’s just really gross. Period.

[maxiesweetzieluvzie]

ALTERHUMANZ PLZ SHARE UR OPINIONZ AND/OR HELP!!!!!

So I just literally rn found out what Alterhumanz are, n after reading up n finding out some stuff... I'm like.... extremely sure am an Alterhuman... specifically a Polymorph.... but I hab sum qvestionz 2 ask straight from Alterhumanz instead of just googlin!!!!!!!! Just 2 make sure, cuz I rlly dont wanna b disrespektful....

4 contxt: For a long while I've been identifyin as a Genderfluid male-leaning femboy who was an Xtreme kinner (as like a public identity!!!), but some yearz ago I also found out I rlly feel like more than dat!!! So by myself, where no one else saw, I would identify n act in a Godly manner cuz it felt so right 2 identify as a God!!! But then othr dayz I felt more like animalistic, most frequentz I can only describe as like a bunny ghost (timid yet curious lil guy!!), reaper dog (aka like an anthro dog who's mostly void n fluid, very dark n gloomy, so I came 2 call them da reaper dog!) And some form of magical fox!!! There's lotsa othrz as well, but those r da most frequent animalz alongside sum otherz... then therez also sentient objectz, fictional charactrz, THERE'S SO MUCH!!!!!! But somehow Godliness/Xtreme power/supernaturality in sum form is always present as well, Xcept 4 a veri few formz... Long story short, I feel like a buncha different beingz AND NONE OF EM FEEL HUMAN!!!!! N IT FEELZ GOOD!!!!!!! IT FEELZ SO RIGHT!!!!!! Earlier I just thought 2 myself "I'm just an actor, so I like 2 get in2 specific rolez", but now dat I know the terming n I know itz a thing it just rlly feelz right,,,,,,

SO HERE R MY ACTUAL QVESTIONZ, plz I rlly wanna know from actual Alterhumanz on what y'all think/know as individualz!!!!

1. Can an Alterhuman be a single person, as in one being rather than multiple people in one body? So the one person is all the different identities and not different people?

2. Is there a limit to Alterhuman (specifially Polymorph) identities? Can they be anything that feels right? ARE they everything that feels right?

3. How do people who aren't Alterhuman react to Alterhumans? And are you in particular Alterhuman privately or publically? I'd love to hear some experiences, if you'd be comfortable.

4. If I am a Polymorph, how accepting is the community online? I'd love to hear experiences on this as well.

5. How do Alterhumans with, for example, the same identity / multiple same identities get along? This is mostly to kind of clear it up for me!

6. Is it normal to illustrate your own different identities, tag posts depending on what identity posted it, list your identities on your profile, ect?

7. What is it like communicating with people when Alterhuman? (again, specifically Polymorph or otherwise multiple identities!)

8. What are some things I should know about Alterhumans before I am 100% ready to start being open about it? Because currently I am 100% sure I'm a Polymorph, but I just want to know just in case.

9. Is it normal to have a 'public identity' for real life stuff if you're not ready to or don't want to make that stuff public in real life for reason or another?

10. If being a single person Polymorph is possible, do you remain aware of each different identity's/form's actions once they change as a Polymorph?

11. Are there things that are frowned upon/hated in the community, other than the very basic things everyone should shun? (Racism, sexism, ect.) And are there things that are encouraged/loved more than usual in the community?

Last, and most important...

12. Will y'all have me in the community?

TYSM 4 readin thiz post.... plz answer any qvestionz u have answrz 2, I rlly would luv 2 hear it all n neex 2 hear it 4 reassurance as well... plz have a wonderful day, and thank u again!!!!!!!

At da end of da day my identity is mine alone, but I just dunt wanna disrespekt any1!!!!! So thiz is all 4 dat... tysm!!!!

[skwisdad]

[OC]: Irma Bjelland, daughter of Skwisgaar Skwigelf and bass player of the Swedish hardcore punk band Nekrotysm

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(full bio below!)

Name: Irma Bjelland 

Age: 20

Birthday: December 13th

Height: 5’8”

Hair: Black (dyed)/Blonde (natural)

Eyes: Blue

Nationality: Swedish

Family:

Skwisgaar Skwigelf (biological father/manager)

Ylva Bjelland (mother, deceased) 

Ulla Bjelland (maternal grandmother) 

Surfetta Skwigelf (paternal grandmother) 

Thousands of illegitimate half-siblings

Toki Wartooth (legal guardian) 

Appearance:

Irma is a relatively tall young lady with long blonde hair that meets her mid-back and blue eyes. She wears her hair in two braids, reminiscent of Wednesday Addams.

She is modeled after American musicians Taylor Momsen and Billie Eillish.  

Although naturally blonde like her father, she dyes her hair black to distinguish herself from him. Despite this, she seems to be inconsistent on the upkeep, and her blonde roots are very visible. Whenever she and Skwisgaar argue, he always likes to point out that her blonde roots are showing. She resembles her mother in face alone, but she is often seen wearing heavy amounts of makeup to allow herself to stand out. 

She has several facial piercings, including a ball-stud on her upper lip and a ring in the center of her lower lip. She also has a piercing on her left eyebrow. She also has the word “disrespect” (spelled "disrespekt") tattooed across her cheekbones and a tattoo of a millipede across her clavicle and right arm. She also has the words "Daddy Issues" tattooed on the back of her neck, which she gets specifically as petty jab to Skwisgaar.

As a child, Irma is depicted having blonde hair, but still wearing her hair in two braided pigtails. She is also seen wearing an off-white floral-patterned frock and a red apron.

Personality:

While she hates to admit it, Irma mirrors her father in a number of ways. She is a cocky, proficient musician and is often regarded as a musical genius. Much like her father on guitar, she can play bass incredibly fast and takes a great deal of pride in what she can do. She also serves as her band’s primary songwriter, and she’s written multiple songs about her dad, including “I Wish You’s Die”.

Irma is known to be smarter with her money than Skwisgaar. She seems to always have the most advanced guitar technology and recording equipment, such as a distortion pedal that makes her bass sound like “literally Beelzebub”, or a bracelet that also serves as a flask for storing extra booze at “boring” industry parties. 

Irma tends to be a bit smarter and more mature than Skwisgaar, sometimes to a point where the other members of Dethklok think she is older than she really is. However, other times she can be highly petty and overly dramatic, especially when it comes to her father. She physically assaults him after seeing him try to sneak away while explaining to Charles and the other members of Dethklok the circumstances of her life.

Irma is quietly insecure and secretly yearns for the approval of a father figure. She constantly rejects Skwisgaar’s attempts to connect with her in favor of bonding with his other bandmates, namely Toki and Murderface.  

Irma is a lesbian, and takes after her father’s ways of sleeping with multiple women -- as well as his preference for thicker women.

Also like Skwisgaar and Toki, she speaks in a fake Scandinavian accent, and uses misplaced pluralization.

Biography:

Birth

Irma Bjellund is the only daughter of Ylva Bjellund and Skwisgaar Skwigelf. She was born in Stockholm, Sweden on December 13th. 

Ylva was Skwisgaar’s girlfriend for a time when he returned briefly back to Sweden. At the time, Skwisgaar lived with his mother Surfetta and stepfather, Tyr. When it turned out that Surfetta was cheating on Tyr, Skwisgaar fled Sweden without telling Ylva and returned to join his band, Dethklok. Before Ylva could locate him, she was tracked down by her own mother, Ulla, a cult leader.

Unfortunately, like Skwisgaar, Ylva was also living in Stockholm in an attempt to appear normal. She is originally from Halsingland, living in Stockholm to hide from her abusive mother.

Childhood

Although the circumstances of her death are never clear, it is safely assumed that Ylva was killed by her mother’s cult. It is also not clear if Irma remembers her mother at all, since it’s implied she died when Irma was young, but she does carry a picture of her mother in a locket. She holds a grudge towards Skwisgaar for abandoning her mother, and thus abandoning her.   

Not much is known about Irma’s childhood although it is clear she was abused. Growing up, due to the living conditions she was forced into, she became fascinated by different kinds of bugs, particularly millipedes. She mentions that the cult in her childhood subjected her to a number of traumatic experiences; such as being present for “consummation” rituals and having to take psychedelic mushrooms as a child. She says she was force-fed psychedelic mushrooms so often, she says that it is a “miracle” that she has a grasp on reality still, if at all. 

Additionally, Irma is possessed by a mythical Nordic entity known as Tusenfoting, which can be summoned when a drum pattern of a particular BPM is played. How or why the Tusenfoting possessed her is also unclear, but it is safe to assume it was the result of the cult torturing her. When the Tusenfoting is awakened, it attacks living things and drinks their blood.

Although Irma doesn’t like to talk about it, she stabbed her grandmother in order to escape her clutches, leading three other teenage orphans who lived at her commune. Later on, Irma taught two of them to play the guitar, while Mina had already known to play the drums as part of cult rituals. 

Growing up, Irma was a huge fan of Dethklok, despite her grandmother’s disapproval. She claims she learned how to play bass while listening to Dethklok on bass-boosted headphones. She looks up to William Murderface, citing him as her favorite bass player of all time. 

Relationship with Skwisgaar:

Skwisgaar first learns of her existence when her band, Nekrotysm (a pun on the word "Nepotism"), goes viral on TikTok for their cover of Dethklok's "Duncan Hills Coffee Jingle" and conspiracy theory spreads on the internet that suggests she may be his daughter.

Skiwsgaar originally refuses any responsiblity for her as any of the mothers of his children should have signed a waiver that removes him of paternal responsibility. However, he is later informed by Dethklok manager (post-Doomstar Requiem) Charles Ofdensen who Irma's mother is; his now deceased ex-girlfriend Ylva, who passed by mysterious means. Charles tells Skwisgaar that, legally speaking, he was not a member of Dethklok at the time of Irma's conception, and therefore has to, at very least, contact her.

Irma, for the most part, resents Skwisgaar for his absence as this led to her being raised by her grandmother -- Ylva's mother, Ulla, a high priestess of a pagan cult.

Skwisgaar, plagued with guilt for what Irma had to go through, does genuinely apologize for the way Irma grew up, but Irma initially decides not to forgive him. Skwisgaar is unfortunately is too emotionally immature not to stoop to her level of petty name calling. They tend to get into petulant arguments over meaningless things – such as where on Skwisgaar’s fretboard he uses a capo, or the simple fact that it was actually the father she claims to despise so much that recorded the basslines she learned to play bass along to. 

The situation is immediately worsened when Irma develops a close relationship with Toki Wartooth, who takes pity on Irma when learning they had similar childhoods. 

Skwisgaar later finds out that Toki is campaigning to legally adopt Irma and be her guardian. 

Relationship with Toki

A nasty custody battle ensues when Skwisgaar finds out Toki wants to adopt Irma, with most of Dethklok taking Toki’s side. Nathan points out that Skwisgaar is only mad because Toki is the one who wants to adopt her, and that if Nathan and Abigail wanted to adopt Irma, Skwisgaar would have handed her over to them without hesitation.

The court comes to an agreement that the primary responsibility for Irma would be given to Toki, as Skwisgaar has not proven himself to be responsible around children, given the number of paternity lawsuits he’s already faced. 

In turn, Toki is Irma’s official guardian, and it is agreed Irma would live with him at Mordhaus. Of course, this technically means that she now lives with her actual father and has to see him everyday. 

Even Toki and Skwisgaar do quite a bit of co-parenting toward Irma because Toki’s innocent nature makes him a less than responsible parent. While Toki means well, he doesn’t always make decisions in Irma’s best interest. For example, he hires Dr. Rockso to be their new manager, to Skwisgaar’s horror, and he immediately fires Rockso and takes over the role as Nekrotysm's manager.

Skwisgaar and Irma share one of their most notable bonding moments as they take turns beating the shit out of Rockso.

(I plan to write more soon! Stay tuned for my short fic series the "Metalocalypse: The Nekrotysm Chronicles") Last revised: 05-10-2023

[thumpierealunofficial]

im gonna do the cheese test on 3 random thumpies their reactions are gonna be priceless

*dies on the spot* wh--whuh?? who frew dat???? dats so terrifying...ALIEN CHEESE!??!?!?? *whimper* WHA...you..FOOL!! you DARE disrespekt the Great KarTooF like This?? As punisshment...you must forfiet all your delishious Cheese to me. And Then be Excecuted.

[stencilites]

Disrespekts

[the-desert-beast]

🍈 [MELON] for Maelgwyn, 🥦 [BROCCOLI] for Llacheu, 🍍 [PINEAPPLE] for both :3c

TYYYY RYAN >:3c hell yeh

🍈 [MELON] If they had to be put into a box, what box would it be and why?

melon for maelgwyn because of his own fat mel- HMMMM mmmm the easy answer is nonbinary or transgender because you can easily describe him as ATLEAST "cis+" but hes very nonbinary in how he experiences life and social roles and such i think like he felt so confined shoved into the box of "hypermasculine image"

You can also shove him into the box of Criminal for various very accurate reasons. gwynnie is of the mind that if the law hes breaking doesnt benefit the majority of people who need genuine help then its not a good law.

🥦 [BROCCOLI] What do they hate about humanity/their species?

oh my god llacheu is such a little spiteful bitch- they hate A Lot. hater mindset. he doesnt like the laidback energy of his tree's avatar nor of his siblings because to him it feels "fake" it feels like a veneer to hide what they all really think and fear (its not really.) they also despise their tree herself without much reason??? he doesnt like what he saw in his dream cause it felt like Mom was saying "hey you have to be this cool" and thats not exactly what she was thinking buuut

🍍 [PINEAPPLE] Pineapple on pizza or not?

maelgwyn: idk if he knows what pizza is tbh. if he DOES then absolutely not that's disgusting and disrespektful to a beautiful fuit like pinappl

llacheu: yes but just to piss people off. they dont eat pizza. they also dont like pineapple.

[ask game linkie uwu]

[uforglemmeligtglemt]

det er så langt ude at min familie gang på gang kan fucke mig over som om det var ingenting.

det er så langt ude at jeg kan blive i tvivl om det bare er mig der reagerer for voldsomt og om ikk jeg burde give dem en chance til.

det skøreste er dog at jeg på ingen måde kan sige fra eller være utilfreds med deres behandling af mig, for så er det alligevel min skyld.

ved ikk hvorfor jeg kan forvente at de er anderledes, og tænke denne gang sker der intet. selv juleaften skal der være noget.

det gør så ondt at se min kærestes familie være det jeg altid har drømt om og haft brug for, men samtidig er det fantastisk at mærke det ikk bare er mig der er gal på den.

samtidig skal min kæreste stå på sidelinjen og ignorere deres disrespekt af mig, for han kan jo ikk sige noget til folk der er overbeviste om at de aldrig kunne gøre noget forkert.

han frygter dog dagen, han ikk kan tie længere og helvede bryder løs. den dag bliver kontakten til min familie højst sandsynligt mindsket markant. på en måde er det okay..

[sarakocher]

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

hypno degrade bondaj

pic huntrs disrespekt

[songmingisthighs]

AYYY Thoob and I have something in common anyway both our dads have 2 wives lmao also TRASH PANDAS

ROCHI PLS QIAHSISJSSJ

AND DON'T YOU DISRESPEKT TRASH PANDAS THEY ARE ADORABLE AND I HIGHKEY WANT ONE

[emmyblogging]

Hermen, Wegweiser der Antike

Hallo, da bin ich wieder mit einem neuen eigenartig spezifischen Blogeintrag.

Mal wieder habe ich einen meiner Podcasts zum Thema Antike gehört, diesmal „Ausgesprochen Alt. Der Antike Podcast“ mit der Folge #44 zum Thema Sklaverei im antiken Griechenland. Darum soll es heute aber, wie der Titel vielleicht schon verrät nicht gehen. Nein, es soll um einen Gegenstand gehen, der im Podcast kurz erwähnt wurde und durchaus interessant ist, da es heute soetwas gar nicht mehr gibt.

Die sogenannten Hermen (singl.: Herme, griechisch: Herma, Hermai, latein: mercuriae). Von diesen Objekten hatte ich zuvor noch gar nichts gehört, wobei das Wort mir von einer anderen vorherigen Recherche bekannt vorkam.

Wie ihr vielleicht von einem meiner vorherigen Einträge wisst, ist Hermes (römischer Name: Merkur) der Gott der Wege, Reisen, Übergänge, Diebe und noch sehr viel mehr. Also könnten wir daraus und dem Namen bereits schließen, dass eine Herme vielleicht etwas mit ihm zu tun hat und somit vielleicht auch etwas mit dem Reisen oder Wegen. Und genau das ist auch richtig, denn Hermen funktionieren wie Wegweiser im antiken Griechenland. Nur dass sie, wie so vieles in der Antike, auf eine besondere Art den Weg weisen. Dazu beschreibe ich erstmal wie eine gängige Herme aussieht. Stellt euch dazu einen Quader aus zum Beispiel Stein oder Terracotta vor, dieser hat dann oben einen Kopf und manchmal auch einen Oberkörper. Dies geht dann über in den Block aus dem Material. Da fragt ihr euch sicherlich nun: keine Arme? Keine Hände? Wie soll das Ding denn dann den Weg weisen. Jetzt kommt es ja noch: in der Mitte des Blocks, meist auch auf passender Höhe war ein Phallus angebracht, welcher die Richtung deutete. 

Der Kopf war in den meisten Fällen ein Kopf des Gottes Hermes, wobei später auch andere Figuren sowie Politiker als Herme genutzt wurden.

Und diese Statuen waren überall aufgestellt. Badehäuser, Bibliotheken, Staatseinrichtungen und und und. 

Etwas eigenartig ist das ja schon aus der heutigen Perspektive. Damals aber nicht. Nein. Es gab sogar einen riesigen Skandal um die Hermen, denn im Jahr 415 vor Christus verstümmelte jemand über Nacht systematisch alle Hermen Athens. Dies war mitten im Peloponnesischen Krieg zwischen Athen und Sparta und wurde von der großen Mehrheit als Drohung von Sympathisanten Spartas gedeutet. Sie beschuldigten den Schriftsteller Xenophon, welcher dies allerdings bestritt und auch anbot vor Gericht zu gehen. Die Athener beschuldigten ihn mehrerer religiöser Verleumdungen und er wurde zum Tod in Abwesenheit, da er fort auf einer Expedition war. Er starb allerdings erst lange später in Korinth. Alle Hermen der Stadt zu verstümmeln ist natürlich wirklich ein Skandal muss man schon zugeben. Zum einen handelt es sich um Bildnisse von respektierten Personen oder eben in vielen Fällen sogar dem Gott der Wege und Reisen selbst. Wenn ich es interpretieren sollte und es sich in diesem Fall wirklich um Sparta Sympathisanten handelt könnten sie damit unter anderem Ausdrücken, die Athener von ihrem Weg abzubringen, ihnen schlechten Willen für den Aufbruch in den Krieg schicken. Disrespekt gegenüber Athens Denkern und vielleicht sogar mangelndes Wohlwollen der Götter gegenüber ihren Vorhaben.

Immer wieder sehr spannend zusehen, wie anders alltägliche Dinge in verschiedenen Zeitaltern und an verschiedenen Orten sind. Oft denke ich, dass es schon sehr cool wäre, wenn man jemanden aus einer ganz anderen Zeit interviewen könnte oder gegenseitig durch die Zeit reisen könnte und sich alles zeigen und erklären könnte, doch das wird wohl nicht möglich sein. 

Das war dann mal eine kleine Geschichtsstunde to-go mit einem sehr speziellen Thema. Ich hoffe es war trotzdem interessant für ein paar unter euch oder ich habe mich mal wieder viel zu sehr reingelesen in ein Thema. 

Ich gucke mal ob ich ein gutes Bild einer Herme zum rebloggen finde damit ihr euch einen Eindruck verschaffen könnt auch wenn ganz selten das Glied noch vorhanden ist.

Edit: Leider kein Reblog aber dann füge ich hier ein Bild einer Herme ein.

[evelinleaa]

Wenn ich mich an all den disrespekt erinner den ich zugelassen habe, nur weil ich ihn mehr geliebt habe als mich.

[cadaverinesniffer]

#1 Co teď..

Poslední měsíc se nese ve jménu vstávání před budíkem. Každej den minimálně hodinu. V nohách kocouři, oknem se vkrádá cigaretovej dým a v dálce řve zuřivě řezačka na kachle. Pár minut probíhá snaha vypnout, pak kniha, pak to vzdávám. Protože mozek právě zaplavila ranní kyselina. Její povaha je stále stejná. Pokud bych chtěla analyzovat její chemickej vzorec, momentálně bych v něm našla neutišitelnej vztek, ukřivděnost, pocit zrady, ostrou bolest ze ztráty blízké osoby - to vše by se nabalovalo v linii na hlavní a nejsilnější molekulu, odpor k lidem. Ten je momentálně na historickém maximu.

A protože každý zkušený majitel kyseliny ví, že ležení na místě způsobuje to nehorší poleptání, je na čase se zvednout a začít s dekontaminací. Každý den má jasně danou strukturu.

Tak třeba dnes:

ráno tě budí kyselina, pokus o spánek (7:00)

Nemá to cenu (8:00)

ráno se jí a pije kafe (9:00)

potom úklid, vyčistit kocourům záchod (9:30)

odnos bordelu do popelnic v jiným baráku (🥲 10:30)

reorganizace meal prepu (je v něm moc vysokokalorických kravin a málo proteinu, 10:45)

úřad (11:00)

úřad č.2 (11:30)

protein v levných potravinách (12:00)

výpis z katastru (12:30)

maso z krůtí farmy (13:00)

oběd ?

Marnej pokus se dospat v posteli plné kyseliny ?

Gym (16-17:00)

jídlo (20:00)

bude nějakej čas na art? Ne, radši ještě ukliď ten bordel (21:00)

Tak třeba zítra. (23:00)

Kyselinu provokujou banality. Třeba narušení rutiny, nedostatek soukromí a osobního prostoru, nesplnění vlastních cílů. To je vůbec největší prohřešek vůči kyselině -> Jsi podřadnej lůzr, co nemá hodnotu, protožes neumyl nádobí. To pak vede řetězením myšlenek k následujícímu -> v práci tě všichni nenávidí, jenom předstírají, že ne, v rámci slušnýho vychování. A následuje -> jsi zrůda, celý tvoje tělo je na zvracení, seš špinavá a každej to z tebe cítí na sto honů. A před hranicí starý dobrý -> Jsi podřadnej zmetek, kterýho nikdo nerespektuje a zasloužíš si za to zaplatit vlastním masem.

V tuto chvíli, tedy kdy kyselina leptá základní pilíře tvé sebehodnoty, máš na výběr ze dvou možností - sebedestrukce/sebepoškozování, trest, nebo zmáčknout emergency exit -> okamžitě vstát a změnit to, co jsi doposud dělal. Vyrážíš do boje s kyselinou///// neutralizuj její sílu důvodama, který kontrujou tvoje lůzrovství, a to včetně těch nejmenších (od schopnosti vykopat se z postele, po životní posuny směrem dopředu). Cítí k tobě nenávist a nejsou schopni ti to ani říct? Potom je to jejich problém a ne tvůj, a navíc, jsou to pokrytci. A potom smrtelná schránka. Sprchuješ se? Staráš se o svoje tělo? Potom nejsi špína. Chceš být kopií svýho okolí, aby jsi zapadl? Pokud ne, budeš velkou část lidí odpuzovat, protože jsi deviant. Máš ve svém životě kamaráda, nebo blízkýho člověka, kterýmu není odporný na tebe sahat, obejmout tě a sdílet s tebou osobní prostor? Potom jsi někdo, kdo je respektován (ale co když je to jen z lítosti? Opět, potom je dotyčný pokrytec a není to tvůj problém). A jak uniknout před chutí potrestat se? O tom se rozepíšu v nějakým dalším segmentu (protože je to pro mne po několika letech opět aktuální), ale momentálně mne od chuti porcovat drží pár faktů, a třeba se v nich taky najdeš:

Okolí mne bude považovat za slabocha (povrchní, ale účinný)

Nechci víc poškodit kr��sný tetování, který je prací skvělých umělců a já bych ji tímto znehodnotila

stejně, jako cigareta, mi to nepomůže s problémem. Je to pouze tlumič, a já se musím naučit čelit kyselině sama.

Ubližuju tím lidem, kterým na mě záleží a vynaložili spoustu sil pro to, aby mi pomohli. Je to z mé strany disrespekt vůči nim.

Můžu si ublížit jinak - vyčerpat se několikahodinovou procházkou bez cíle, jít do Gymu, jít trhat kopřivy na čaj bez rukavic.

Můžu si pustit dokument/ přečíst si literaturu faktu o událostech a lidech, kteří prošli skutečným peklem a vše zvládli (nedoporučuji v některých konkrétních momentech, kdy tě taková činnost může dostat hluběji pod hladinu kyseliny)

Můžu brečet, dokud oheň nevyhasne a neusnu vyčerpáním

Je toho víc, a v dalších měsících to určitě rozeberem. Teď je čas pokusit se dospat ranní dluhy.

Držme se

[kocourmokroocko]

Já: "Arnie, poď ke mně! :) Pojď, hochu"

Arnie, lokální hoch: *neochotně udělá dva kroky ke dveřím, ale dovnitř nejde*

Já, snaživě: "Arnie! Pocem, trubko. No poď!!! :) "

Arnie, usednuv na podlahu: *nasersi.png*

Já, už se trochu potící: "Arnieeee! :)) Pooooď, Arnoušku, poď! Arnie, pocem! KÁMOOOOOO :)))))))))))))))) "

Arnie: *otočí se zády, odchází*

Já: :'))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Tymiánek alias lokální maličká andulka vlnkovaná: "AÍÍÍ, PO�� KE MNĚÉÉÉ! *mlask mlask* POĎKEMNĚ!!! :) ŠIKUUU"

Arnie: *přiřítí se tak rychle a zběsile, že mi málem podrazí nohy, načež poslušně usedne před hřadujícím Tymiánem s ušima v pozoru, čekající na další rozkazy*

Já:

J̷̷̰̯̹͎͈̲͙̼͘s͚͇e͕̟m̷̮͓͙ ҉̞̜̺͈̳̭̺͡ḓ͙̘̙̠͔̹͜ͅi̕͏̧̰̥̗ş̺͍̤̙̩̼͟͡r̙͍͝e͕̤̱͡s̸̛͉̲̳̱p̶̳͉͚e͓̼̘͠k̛̰̖̟͠t̨̛̮̗̝͇̺̮͓̻̯̕ǫ̥̙̘̝̟̺͝v̛̱͞á̡̪͢͡ͅṉ͖̦͎͈̻̮͘͢.͉̼̗̘̪̠̜̱̗͡ ̮͇̩͘͜

[thewiglesswonder]

A beautiful pun that is not my own

Bonus: