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A lack of empathy is not a moral failing.

Some neurodivergent people feel low or no empathy towards other people. This is not an indication of moral bankruptcy or a sign someone is a bad person. You need to stop saying things like "Conservatives are evil because they just lack empathy.", or "The left is the party of empathy."

The word you are looking for is compassion.

The correct statement would be "Right-wing politics lack compassion." And the inverse "Leftist ideals are built on compassion."

We as leftists should not assume those incapable of feeling a certain emotion are incapable of acting with compassion, as that is deeply ableist.

The feeling of empathy can motivate compassion, but it is not required for a person to be compassionate. Those with low or no empathy can and do act with compassion. To care for others even in the absence of an instinctual pack-bonding drive to do so is truly revolutionary, and it should be recognized as such.

People with empathy can be the most evil people you'll ever meet.

Think of how often someone sees someone suffering, feels bad for them, and does only enough to stop feeling bad even if it makes the suffering worse. For example, wanting them out of sight, or pretending that they must have done something to deserve it.

Those people have empathy. And they're the reason why the world is so cruel.

Also, police officers and greedy rich people have empathy. That's why they're able to predict when protests will happen with pinpoint accuracy.

People who self harm only for attention are just as valid as people who self harm for any other reason.

Seriously.

Parents often make the mistake of dismissing their child’s self harm as “attention seeking” when it’s otherwise.

But what always gets me is that, even if a child is harming themselves solely to get attention, that is a huge problem they need help for!

If a person has to go as far as to cause physical harm to themselves in order to gain what they feel as the proper amount of attention, that is someone who needs help ASAP.

No matter the form, no matter the severity, no matter the reason, self harm is a sign of severe distress that deserves immediate, intense attention.

And no one will ever convince me otherwise.

shadow being "good with kids" is wrong in the sense that i really dont think he would soften up and smile at them or speak That much more gently

but like everything he takes them seriously, which kids usually prefer, and is probably a little more conscious of what he says/awkward even if his tone is still kinda gruff and thats the real moe

teenage sweetiebelle makes a fashion statement

Icedagger and child reader who eventually grew up

Note: This is a new breeze because I want to give it a shot with Icedagger’s new potential personality because of his rewritten lore, maybe like a rant on this new side of his character in the tea itself (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Note 2: I’m not exactly too proud of this (￣^￣ )ゞ

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• “Slumber, as the night shall be eternal when the sun has been casted away by the haze. The merciless cold shall wash away all the spouts of the upcoming spring, burying them under a blanket of everlasting snow in peace. Close your eyes, dear children of the cruel winter, embrace the blessing of your fate with no question. For he who has isolated himself in the icy heart of his own until the next lullaby of death. Sleep, with little care to the world,”…The lullaby itself has became a classic of old Blackrock based on its extreme weather’s conditions. But one thing that annoyed Icedagger until this day is how those mortals dare to include his personal matter inside their lyrics. Not calling his name out directly, but still. Out of everything they can add, they choose that. For a kid’s lullaby too, how ironic. Yet Icedagger can’t bring himself to even make a fuss of it, slumbering for too long has reduced his thirst of conflict at this point being

• How many millenniums have passed? How many times has the sun risen up after the curtain of the night? How many moment of silence had he realized after awakening from his slumber? How many blizzards have reflected his heart that caused nothing but misery to the mortals? Icedagger doesn’t know, nor does he care. After all, what even matters to him anymore? He simply can’t give a damn about such trivial matters that occur outside of his domain. If he doesn’t even bother to send his regards to his siblings to check up on them despite haven’t seen them since certain things have changed, why should he bother with anything else? All he has is his own company to be annoyed with, such a dull and monochromatic life of his that he has chosen for himself — O Icedagger, habringer of the cruel snowstorms born from his cold heart

• The snow has been nothing but a false glimpse of mercy, so pure and beautiful, how can such thing ever hurt anyone? That’s when you’re just judging a book based on its cover. Dear children of the land where the sun cradles your face with love, how foolish has you been. That snowflake which dances so graceful on your hands shall then melt into ice, and your smile shall quickly fades and you yelp when the frostbite has gotten through your skin. The children of Blackrock has soon grown accustomed to these harsh blessings their god has granted them with little complains. Yet, some of those children just can’t help themselves but adores the snow despite everything no matter what. How foolish. Icedagger has always found mortals to be beyond his understanding. Such distasteful creatures with unexplainable behaviors, one with such a small lifespan that is as insignificant as an ant that froze beneath his feet

• He will never understand the fascination that his sibling held so close to that annoyingly blazing heart of his with mortals. What is even the appeal of them when compared to the likes of him? They are ridiculously fragile, one small gust of chill is more than enough to send them shivering like crazy. Mortals have needs that they need to get access to, or else they might as well just bid life a goodbye and join hand with Ghostwalker himself. Always need to be handled as if they can melt away under stress at anytime, like a delicate ice sculpture that has to avoid the sun but still wants to be under it so they can shine. Icedagger has forgotten the last time he had ever interacted with mortals. Hell, should he even remember? He can barely remember how many ice sculptures he had, how can he just sit down and mourn the old times where everything was still right as it should be? But then again, for a deity that has lived for that long, he might need a better excuse to cover for the face that he just does not want to recall those time due to not feeling like it

• Icedagger can’t recall the exact period when he was still walking among mortals. Maybe when he was still around his siblings with their assigned duties, since he was less interested in sleeping his existence away in those times, a contrast to now. But maybe it wasn’t that long ago yet, maybe during when he accidentally sleepwalked out of his home which caused an unexpected snow showers to wherever he went? Though he wouldn’t say he was exactly “walking among mortals”, since he barely made an effort to even interact with them at the first place. Unlike Firebrand who is so insisting on meddling with mortals, Icedagger wants nothing to do with them, at least not every single time. To word it more correctly, he’d say it was those time that he still managed to get out of his domain for a walk during such wintry weather. Even when it was mainly to ensure that he can get some fresh air for once like how they insist him to do, Icedagger didn’t complain. It wasn’t like any mortals could recognize him anyway

• Out of the seven SFOTH siblings, Icedagger held an infamous record of isolating himself the most away from any living beings despite no matter how much the others tried to convince him to go out. Even the SFOTHs themselves found it to be a pretty big deal when it came to see Icedagger in his physical form for once, let alone mortals. He would find any excuses possible to ditch any event they held, only made an appearance briefly for pleasantries before got back to his place. Hell, Darkheart had soon given up on Icedagger’s stubbornness as he too couldn’t figure out a way to get Icedagger to be genuinely interested in doing something rather than just shutting himself off in his domain all by himself. He always had shown little consideration to matters that didn’t revolve around his own existence. Not mortals, not any trivial matter, not anything that doesn’t concern him directly. Not even his siblings’ lives. It was enough for mortals to forget that he exists in the first place and only briefly referred to him as a mysterious entity that was behind Blackrock’s constant blizzard without knowing his name. For someone, it was a curse. But Icedagger simply embraced his fate as he found it to be unnecessary to be remembered by those whose lives shall end before his own. Why would he care for mortals anyway?

• That is until the day he found something. The ‘something’ in saying that resembles a poor excuse of a small Inphernal almost buried alive beneath the pile of frosty snow outside of his domain while he was on a walk. Poor thing was all black and blue because of the ruthless cold, looking as if just by staying underneath the snow a bit more and this unfortunate soul shall be guided to the afterlife by Ghostwalker himself. It shouldn’t be Icedagger’s problem. He didn’t gain anything by meddling with mortals before, so why should he now? He could have left you and continued his walk without looking back, like how he did to the other creatures that had departed this physical plane by his power without acknowledgement of it. Icedagger could just walk away, yet something about you that made him halt his pace. No, he wouldn’t call it a glimpse of pity, maybe it was something else. Amusement? Curiosity? Or maybe it was simply mild annoyance out of the blue. Even Icedagger was a victim of his own swallow emotions, how laughable

• In the end, Icedagger surrendered. If any of his siblings ever dared to observed him from afar and witnessed the fact he just scooped up a mortal from the snow in his arms, he knew he would never hear the end of it. Honestly though, he gotta gave you a bare minimum of the credit. If his memory served him right, you were in his main territory — the entire region of Blackrock is his territory, but this specific part is the main one — which was probably far away from your original home, enough to make anyone wince. To what did you stumble into this place? Out of pure stupidity, or was there something else deeper? Damn him for being curious, yet he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t born with a gift of a medic, so he did try his best to somewhat sustain your life. Trust him, he tried, somewhat

• The moment you woke up, you were still feeling the chill running down your spine, but seemed like your temperature had been moderated to a balanced point so that you wouldn’t die right away like earlier. And to top it up, you saw him. He hadn’t left just yet since the last bit of decent empathetic feeling was trying to ground himself down until he made sure you have been saved. And well, you definitely didn’t recognize the person in front of you to be one of the feared SFOTH deities. As annoying as that made Icedagger sulked, he had that coming. He had been isolated himself long enough for time to bury the last remain of his existence in the mortal’s mind after all, so he had expected your lack of manners as well as tried to excuse it. You were still young after all, and he wasn’t petty enough to hold it against the likes of you. At least you were able to stand up again without collapsing, a relief, he’d say if he had to

• Though he might just regret saving you. Because then all of the sudden you kept bugging him like you have no common sense when it comes to strangers. Sure, he helped you, and that was it. And now you expected him to stay? For what? Was this what Venomshank meant when he said that rescued animals will sometimes cling onto you like a tail? Are mortals always like this? How could his siblings even endure this nonsense? Icedagger genuinely wanted to brush you off and fly away. He wasn’t awakened enough to deal with this. But damn him for that too, because Icedagger was still rather somnolent to the point that he just didn’t have the strength to get himself out of this position with you holding onto his cloak. It was a weak grip, but hell, he didn’t even feel like struggling at that time. For the icy heart of his, what had he gotten himself into? Just treat it as another weird dream, as he would say to himself when finally agreed to entertain your childish behavior for a mere moment

• Icedagger didn’t know what to expect. He hadn’t interact with mortals before after this long, so he couldn’t really understand you. Deities and mortals are different in that aspect of unable to fully understand each other after all, and Icedagger himself fully committed to that fact. You just met him a few minutes ago, yet here you are, following him around while talking about something that he couldn’t hear fully due to his lack of interest for such trivial matters. And not to mention the question you had for him too: Who is he? Why is he here? Does he live here? What color does he like? Gosh, it was endless. Sometimes he would nod to play along to mask the fact that he was counting every minutes of nonexistent seconds in hope that you would stop soon. And even when you stopped, you still followed him like a lost puppy. You were definitely a lost case. If you were to be even more stubborn than you had already showed him, then Icedagger might actually have to pray under his own name for his sake

• He expected you to give up soon when he didn’t answer you for more than a couple of short sentences, most of those who had crossed paths with him always surrender their attempts to try to interest Icedagger in a conversation for more than five minutes anyway. To melt the sculpture of everlasting ice just by a little match within a day wasn’t a task someone would have the patience to do. But then if he was to comparing you to a tiny match, that wouldn’t do justice to the item itself. Hell, you were definitely a flamethrower, much to his annoyance. Icedagger wouldn’t be the type that you could call as kind or merciful, but he was like ice itself. To call someone who was just cold ‘cruel’ wasn’t doing their personality the justice it deserved. Ice was never cruel in nature to begin with, it is just cold. Just staying there, doing nothing while shooing people away by its coldness. Icedagger had successfully isolated himself from the rest his kin by that. And yet despite all of that, you just couldn’t seem to take the hint that he had given out which just screamed ‘Leave me alone’ in subtle. He was being somewhat nice, mind you

• He had intentionally shoo you away. But Icedagger had never shouted at you to get away from him with full volume like his sister. He lacked that intensity of raw emotions, as you mortals would call it as such. Still, Icedagger still tried to make an effort in a passive aggressive way. In which he complained to you directly on how you just bragged into his territory without a warning, and here you were. Did he tell you directly to leave him alone? Yes. Did you leave him like he wished? Sadly, no. He tried to drop you somewhere and just moved on with his monotonous life, yet you always managed to get on his nerves with your wailing, which dragged his attention to where he had left you all over again. Even Icedagger couldn’t even explain why couldn’t he just get away from this insufferable child even when the last thing he wanted was for someone to walk into his life and just stayed there. At this point, he wholeheartedly gave up

• Even when the night had fallen and he had made you to return to your home, even walked you out of his territory to your town to bid you a farewell message, the very next day you would still show up in the same place where he first saved you patiently. Icedagger’s stroll schedule was rather inconsistent due to how he would just lose all of his energy and slept for days, but when you found out what you were doing? Icedagger found a new motivation to snap out of his slumber to try to drag you out of his area. As comical as that sounded, please understand that even Darkheart’s pranks couldn’t get Icedagger out of his cave no matter how much he tried. That meant you were definitely special, in your own whimsical way. It even resulted in him chasing you around while you were laughing your heart out as if this was nothing but a fun game of catch for you. Yes, he could just ignore you and left you to freeze to death because of your stubbornness as a punishment, but something kept making him go all of his way to check up on you. Why was it that he had such interesting complications going on in his mind when he first met you? No one could answer that question, not even the physical manifestation of fate itself

• Days after days, hours after hours, Icedagger still tried to entertain you enough so you can just listen to him and go home, while you were still…well, you. Full of life, full of energy like the warm sunshine itself. And Icedagger didn’t even like the sun, yet he managed to stretch his patience out just so he could try and tolerate you. A game of chase like it was mentioned before, a snowball fight which Icedagger had to literally hold back the urge of digging the snow up to sleep there for the rest of the game, a couple rounds of hide and seek when Icedagger could just easily follow your footsteps on the snow to catch you. One game after another, and Icedagger had somehow gotten used to it to the point that if you were to sulk and wanted to play a completely new game rather than the old ones, he would bring his own ability to come up with something. Another door to your fascination that was his doom when you kept pestering him to get creative even more

• Iceskating was probably what he managed to keep you busy with most. He knew there was no way that someone could easily do it in the first attempt without hitting their butt against the icy surface, and that should include you too. The whole purpose of the games was to tire you out enough so you wouldn’t have enough strength to protest when he brought you back to your home, and this whole ice skating scheme was to make sure that you would be so occupied with this specific activity to the point that it would stop you from asking him to exhaust his mind with creativity again. It was two birds with one stone. The only downside of it was that you insisted on him teaching you from the baby steps even when he wasn’t really that enthusiastic about the whole thing. After all, he originally just wanted to sit on the sideline and relax while you do your own things. Between exercising physically or exercising creatively, both options didn’t really seem that inviting. But oh well, he had it coming from the start, might as well obliged so you wouldn’t make a fuss about it

• Another thing he had managed to distract your enthusiasm with was solitaire. No, not with cards, sure he was definitely not the most interesting deity to talk to, he wasn’t that basic at all. Icedagger was still a deity, mind you. You don’t really see a deity such as him going around and buy a box of card on his own, especially when he was living alone. One thing you might found to be pretty interesting about Icedagger was the fact that despite not having an intense interest with anything at all — excluding you, but it wasn’t really an ‘intense interest’ because he only found you to be annoyingly interesting for the very first time in his life, it wasn’t something too ‘intense’ in traditional words — he oddly had a fondness with ice sculpting. He would do so just to kill the time with all the sizes, though his preference was still the small ones so they wouldn’t take too much spaces of his living area. Each sculptures were handled with upmost care to make up for the fact he had procrastinated the process for who knows how long. A small bunny, a little dragon, a tiny moth…All originated from his everlasting glacier

• The sculptures would be replacing the cards in this game of solitaire. How so? Icedagger had this way to explain things to you later. After all, the more he made it pleasantly complicated for you to understand, the more he could get you to pipe down to stimulate your brain. It would be good for you too, since playing solitaire can offer mental benefits like improved memory or focus, while also providing a relaxing and enjoyable way to pass the time. Not to mention the strategic gameplay of it. Now that Icedagger had replaced the cards with his sculptures, it would make things even more fascinating for you to take part in. Icedagger had always played that game alone to pass the time, he didn’t expect to be the one who would watch another player play from an opposite side. He wouldn’t say he had expected this soon in the near millennia, but so far, Icedagger didn’t really hate the feeling of teaching someone else but him. Maybe you — a stubborn child — had managed to make it somewhat better, it seemed

• His idle monochromatic peace was definitely disturbed by your appearance in his life. Yet this disturbance wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Hell, you even considered him a ‘friend’. Icedagger had thought that word would never exist in his dictionary at the first place. Friend with a mortal, sounded like something Firebrand would say to him. It was less of a dramatic effect when Darkheart shared his own advice of him should befriend a slumbering snail instead, but still, those were equally absurd. A mortal who was barely an outstanding kid, there was nothing worth the gaze of a deity like him in the beginning of this whole thing between you and him. But maybe you were the slumbering snail that Darkheart had mentioned. It was an idiotic comparison, Icedagger was aware, yet that was the only explanation he had on how did you even manage to be this stubborn to be friend with him. For once he had gotten back his motivate to do something else rather than just sulked in the corner of his domain, all thanks to you, the stubborn child that was more of an enigma than he was

• There was time that Icedagger had asked you on that subject too. Surely there must be mortals your age that would be your friends, no? Yet you seemed to avoid his question at this specific topic of forming friendship with the Inphernals at your town. Icedagger could literally feel the mood shifting just by bringing that up. Of course, Icedagger wouldn’t really be the type to be fixated on getting an answer out of you for the sake of his low-functional curiosity. If you wanted to stay silence, then he respected your wish to not push any further. He could leave his territory to investigate the case himself, but then that wouldn’t be the Icedagger that you knew, but an imposter. He tried beyond his limits to get out of his self-isolation to hang out with you in his main territory, but to go out of it into a place with other living beings? You were definitely asking too much. This was the boundary that Icedagger shall not cross for the sake of his own comfort. You did mention just how it felt like you were stepping into a dream land to meet him, that this was like a fun dream to escape reality. Such interesting view for a kid, but you did have a point

• Whether it would take a while for you to gather up the effort of telling him of what had been troubling you or you would just spill the tea without a second thought, the decision to be made was purely yours. But in the end, you did tell him about your own situation within your own town. How you were being picked on by your peers to the point that you just ran away from them then got lost in his territory at the first place. The bullies were mean, saying all those rude things as well as made sure that you wouldn’t make any new friends as long as they were there. It was a natural circulation, if Icedagger had to admit. The strong shall rise while the weak somber, as such was how life itself worked. Though would he interfere? Not quite, it wasn’t really his thing to do all those heroic stuff. He would listen to you though, like always. Maybe gave you a few advice of trying to stand up for yourself while he was doing it. The weak couldn’t survive in this world by being weak, they had to find a solution to survive at all cost in any ways possible. He would encourage you to beat those kids back with a monotonous resting face, and somehow you knew he was actually serious about it. As long as you won or whatever, it was your attempt, not his

• Staying with Icedagger for long enough would grant you quite the great deal of philosophical viewpoints that you might have never heard before. Just judging on his character alone might stimulate your curiosity on how did he even become like that. Well, it was more of a natural thing since his existence as long ago as he could possibly remember, but if there was one thing that Icedagger would have said to back up this monochromatic personality of his was how he realized those lessons of himself and the world around him. Some might be too much for a kid like you to be able to understand, some could be explained in a less complicated manner if he made an effort. But overall, he would suggest you not to keep all of his lesson to heart and just treated it like story time for fun mostly. Icedagger had his reason, so you should just listen to him without question why in the first place

• A typical fact about Icedagger that you might have noticed was how he always carried a blanket outside whenever he went out on a walk to hang out with you. Based on how he looked sleepy for most of the time he was around you, you might guess that maybe he was like a bear that loved hibernation a bit too much. Honestly Icedagger would go on a rant to explain why was he like this to you, but he soon figured out that he should just let you keep that silly thought of yours rather than explaining in depths how sleeping was a good way to kill the time without the need to pay any effort to anything around him since he had lost all of the interest in reaching out for new connection on his own for the time being. He did try to be awake when you were there though. Sometimes he would give you the blanket if you were feeling too cold. Though you did have his blessing that allowed you to endure the cold better, you were still a mortal. As long as you didn’t tear his blanket in half or anything similar, you were good to pass

• With how you constantly talked about this new friends of yours after your adventure in the deep snowy wood at the outskirt of your town, the people that heard your stories might just assume that your vivid imagination had created this version of an imaginary friend with all these colorful details. No matter how much you tried to convince the folks that Icedagger was real, they didn’t really seem to take you seriously at all. Especially how Icedagger had made it clear that he wouldn’t leave his place at all, as he felt bounded there and had gotten used to it by now. It had definitely bothered you, that was for sure. But in Icedagger’s effort to keep a low profile, he suggested that it might be a good thing because if too many people know about his existence, it would be a hassle because then you would have to share you ‘best friend’ — your words, not his — to other people, and then he would be too busy to even pay attention to you. Safe to say that it did convince you. Children were easier to talk sense to than adults, Icedagger knew it mainly because of you

• All those times of spending most of your childhood with this mysterious yet magical friend of yours had definitely been a memorable experience. And even when Icedagger wouldn’t allow himself to say it directly in front of your face, he felt the same way too. He had been alone for if not most of his life after discovering just the philosophy of the world which he held against his frosty heart for dear life as he lived under it this entire time. You were definitely a flaw in his original calculation that had distorted the dull harmony he had tried to maintain this whole time. Who knew what he actually thought? Hell, even he couldn’t give you the clear answer. Yet one thing that Icedagger would say was how much you have been a good memory in his mind. All those games, all those silly little things you said or did, all those years of staying around him - even when to him, it was just a short period of time within a blink of an eye, you made it as if time had slowed down so the both of you could just live in the moment for once. And it meant quite a lot to him. But then Icedagger had noticed something out of the ordinary

• You were slowly, yet steadily, growing up. He had totally forgot the fact that you were a mortal, that this aging process was a normal thing to your kin. The unexpected realization hit when you suddenly gotten taller as time flew by. You were no longer the pipsqueak that was shorter than him, but then you started to grow taller like a spout climbing out of the snow for survival purposes. But he knew that it wasn’t how you were trying to adapt to whatever the environment you were residing at. His suspicion was confirmed even more as he noticed the naive tone of what was used to be a childish manner of yours was starting to become rather more responsible. Icedagger knew it. You were growing up. You were changing. He always reminded himself that nothing lasted forever, yet when it came to you, he almost forgot the entire thing - which explained why it had caught him so off guard. As if he could feel a major change approach. And changes had never really been his liking

• Yet Icedagger had mentally prepared himself before things would get too sudden. For a good while, he was preparing overnight for a gift dedicated to you, something that might be out of character for him to do especially when you had grown up beside him up until this point. Out of the blue, during that one time you two were still hanging out like usual, Icedagger suddenly gifted you a thing he called ‘lucky charm’ that was crafted from the same eternal glacier of his which he used to carve those sculptures. He knew you would like it, he knew you would wear it without a second thought. But he also knew that you didn’t know it was a parting gift that awaited for the unexpected future Icedagger had foreseen. During that time, he was still keeping that secret shut without mentioning it even once while you were still overjoyed with the gift he had made for you. At least then it would be a memento that would allow you to feel better during your hardship

• From a child to a teenager, you started to show up less to the meeting spot despite how it used to be a part of your daily schedule. Icedagger still made his effort to stay at the same place, waiting for you even when you were obviously absent that day. He did wait, until time was up, and he would return to his domain once again. He knew you were starting to forget about him. As much as the thought left a bitter taste on his tongue, he knew that this outcome was inevitable. Yet he still tried to fulfill this act of the play which would be served in your memory core as much as he could physically. From a teenager to an adolescence, Icedagger started to stop coming to the meeting spot as he did his calculations on how busy life must have gotten to you to the point that he barely saw you for weeks. When you came back to him, he could see the clear change in your expression. It was different than how he remembered you to look like. And he could definitely tell the confusion that presented on your face when sometimes you didn’t even know why did you come here in the first place. That marked the day Icedagger decided to retreat from your life as he had done his part. From an adolescence to an adult, you didn’t even come back at all

• You have completely grown up and moved on from your past memories of a mere imaginary friend that stepped out of your wild imagination. Most people could barely remember their childhood anyway, so you might just let it go like the rest of them so that you could walk your own path to see and experience the real world on your own. In another word, you had abandoned this piece of sweet dream and woke up to reality. Meanwhile, Icedagger had lost his motivation to go out again ever since you let your inner child go. He was back to where he was again, all alone with no actual interest in anything. Don’t think that he will recover quickly since in a deity’s eye, mortal is but a grain of sand in the eternal life of his. He will mourn you a little, but then he will discard the grief aside as he has always done to go back to that dull life of his like normal. The only difference is that now he has to live with the memory of a friendship who he might never get to experience again. Even when he is as cold as ice with barely any emotions to understand everything as it is, Icedagger can still be sentimental without showing it, even when he is now completely alone again

• They always left in the end, didn’t they? Nothing ever last forever, but the memories that have soon became a mere reflection of what he used to have shall stay in his cold embrace once more as he slumber himself to live in the past of somewhere no one knows. Icedagger has forgotten why did he feel so disconnected with his surroundings, even with his own peers, until now. Ice will melt when something warm comes into contact with it, but then what to do with the leftovers of said attempt of connection? It will take time before the puddle of water to be formed back into ice again, but things will never be the same. Nothing has ever stayed the same after all. The only comfort he can cling onto to soothe this unexplainable weight in his heart is the fact that you have fit into that definition of what he would call a ‘friend’. The first and maybe last friend he will ever have. A dear friend of his, who has woken up out of this melty wonderland to move forward to the unexpected future, while Icedagger is still there in the middle of nowhere. All by himself because of this act of self-isolation he has seek comfort in, all on his own as things have always been like such

• Mythology has it that when Blackrock is about to endure a sudden blizzard out of calculations, it is actually a reflection of a troubled supernatural force’s heart that is projected onto this land during their slumber. Some people is going to use science to get rid of that foolish myth, but some still firmly believes in that childish hope that maybe there existed someone who has the ability that is responsible to Blackrock’s current weather. And maybe, just maybe, you will still keep that little silly piece of ice he craved out for you. A keepsake, a lucky charm, or whatever you call it in the future. Even when you have forgotten him, calling him an ‘imaginary friend’ or never mention him again completely - that is fine too. Wherever you are, whoever you have become, he wishes you a life full of warmth, something he will never get to experience himself. Live with love, with empathy, live and know that you have been nothing but a memorable experience. And he regrets nothing, not at all, as this sweet dream shall live in his mind until time has stopped ticking

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my brother is sitting in the chair in my room studying a practice test thing for his final test before he becomes a fully certified EMT tomorrow and he’s mumbling some of the questions out loud and he just went “a child has fallen from a monkey at school…” and he just got dead quiet and stared at the wall for like a solid minute with the most stricken look on his face before he whispered “there’s no protocol for monkeys”

bro

bro it means monkey bars 

now he’s googling “child falls from monkey” and apparently the only thing that pops up is Fall Out Boy’s “Thnks Fr th Mmrs”

 I M  L AHUGNI N G SO H ARD  HE WENT INTO THE KITCHEN LIKE 5 MINUTES AGO AND STARTED A CONVERSATION WITH MY MOM AND I HEARD HIM JUST STOP MID SENTENCE AND THEN SHOUT “FUCKING MONKEY BARS” 

this was a post meant for like 6 people who actually know my brother and now this is the only image he has on this site he’s the “monkey protocol” guy for almost 100,000 people I give up

When writing always remember… a character flaw is only a flaw until becomes useful. 

Is your protagonist manipulative? Well that’s awful… until they manipulate the antagonist into making a decision that saves the lives of their friends. 

Is your protagonist a skeptic? Well that’s not good… until someone tries to lie to them. 

Is your protagonist overprotective? That sucks… until someone they love is in danger. 

Is your protagonist remorseless? Well that makes them pretty unlikeable… until a hard decision has to be made. 

The flipside is also true!

Your protagonist is honest? That’s good… until their survival depends on them being able to lie convincingly.

Your protagonist is brave? That’s good… until they foolishly run headlong into danger without a thought for the consequences.

Your protagonist is forgiving and able to see good in everyone? That’s good… until they continually forgive someone who doesn’t deserve it, and get taken advantage of because they can’t fathom that some people just suck.

Your protagonist is funny? That’s good… until they piss off everyone around them because they don’t seem to be taking the situation seriously, and they keep avoiding dealing with their problems by hiding behind humor.

Most personality traits aren’t inherently good or bad. It’s all about context, and how far they go.

Whoever runs dropouts instagram is killing me in the comments under their video announcing that the subscription price is changing

i like that we see ^_^ as a smile even though its mouth is totally straight. Its happiness is so radiant it need not smile to let us know!

shaming and stirring away trans people for wanting to do hormones or having surgery (especially bottom surgery: orchi, vaginal and phallopalsty, null etc) is very much a shitty thing to do and you shouldn't control someone's elses expression with gender especially if you parrot fearomongering rhetoric towards medical transitioning that conservatives share.

likewise: i think only defining transness and trans culture as taking hormones and surgery + representing eurocentric beauty standards is also extremely damaging especially to trans people who are non white, disabled/has medical issues, fat, and are gender non conforming and don't care for passing.

i will say from my experience, for the billionth time, I'm a trans guy. I'm on zero hormones, I like my fat tits and chubby body, I'm openly black. i express myself like this and embrace my femininity because it's euphoric for me.

people overall have been welcoming but I would be lying if I said I haven't had crazy ass detractors who tried to make me feel horrible for myself because I don't pass their idea of a "man"

yeah I can rant about why I think queer/trans culture is inherently white American centered despite the community being trailblazed by black and Hispanic trans women but I would be here forever. i will say, it's extremely damaging and isolating as fuck.

well, transition sure does change a man

Guys I found the only good thing on Facebook.

Update:

Oh fuck they’re inclusive ants, too?!?