Fishy's the name, the Hobbit's my game!
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Evelyn/Ev/Fishy - they/them - white
- 21 - spoonie - please don't repost my art - im bagginshield trash, always will be
“Oh the people are gonna love this” I say making the most niche piece of media art work that is really only for me,3 people ,and a plastic bag that blows in every so often
I was so weird about lesbian sex for a long time because when I was 15 I hooked up with an older girl at bible camp and suddenly got my period during it and I was so embarassed but she didn't care so we kept going and then I suddenly got a severe nosebleed for no reason while I was on top of her kissing her and you can imagine how that went so there was my blood everywhere all over both of us and this sounds like I'm making shit up but it was insane and k i was panicking but she was like all about it so we just kept going and like it was too late, there was already blood on both of us! Like all over us. and I thought it was kind of powerful. so I let myself get blood all over the cabin. we were feverish. At first I just let my nosebleed drip on the floor and we both laughed like fuck this place yeah lets get blood everywhere. And we did. This is just what makes us girls. We had this cabin entirely to ourselves too for 3 whole nights!! They didn't check on us in there even once!!! Not even the counselors wanted to be near us- we had wanted to be alone and not participate in the religious activities so we told everyone we were sick, however the absolutely insane family who single-handedly ran the camp (the mom was rarely seen of course but the dad was this freaky cult-leader type preacher named Greg, and they had ummmm I think 15 kids or something, most of whom were adults, so they had no issue running this camp on an acreage they owned with very little outsider involvement) genuinely thought we were just posessed by demons, and in response they gave us our own cabin in order to ensure that we were kept away from the other kids there. Major oversight on their part and also sounds illegal but I could tell they were scared shitless of me (weird hair I cut and dyed myself, 3 lip piercings, septum ring, mid kandi kid phase so I had rainbow bracelets up past my elbows) and the girl (who had a jugalette tattoo and was the only black girl at the camp, I think ever)... I ended up getting banned from bible camp for other reasons... lesbian sex blood rituals aside....... (a kid saw me smoking something in a pipe and snitched, and they thought it was weed but it was so obviously just mint tea...) yeah after that I was like "was god punishing me for being a lesbian by making me bleed everywhere during sex oh god I'm going to hell forever and ever waaah" because even though I didn't believe in that shit in any real way at all I still had raging paranoia about being punished for being gay... regardless I came to the conclusion that if all that bloodshed was the price of homosexuality then I'd just have to learn to enjoy it. And I was so right for that . But yeah when I did have sex again after that I was like Ok hellooooo God where is the blood are u there God...???
can anyone remember that post about how children write the best poems & it had an article attached showing the differences between little kids' poetry & preteens?? im desperate to find it again
today I’m thinking about Jed Walker and Dream of the Endless. I’m thinking about how one was left in a guy’s basement for over one hundred years, separated from the one sister who cared about him because of greed. How the other was, due to greed, left in a guy’s basement separated from his sister who loved him more than anything else in the world and was willing to actually tear the universe apart to get him back safe.
I’m thinking about how Death of the Endless never actually did anything to help Dream even though she knew exactly where he was and has MULTIPLE CHANCES to be there, all because of that bullshit ‘don’t interfere with other Endless’ business’ rule. How Rose Walker never stopped searching for her little brother even though she had no clue where he could be and was being blocked at every turn by a system that didn’t give a shit about either of them. And she still looked for him. Against all odds. And found him.
Thinking about how Jed ran away many times and tried to alert the social worker and tried his very best to get out of the abusive situation he was forced into and how Dream just. Accepted his fate. Didn’t try to negotiate. Didn’t fight. Didn’t even deign to speak with his captors.
They’re complete opposites in the same situation. One is Endless and the other is a young boy who is human. Ouch. Having so many feelings rn