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Orkid’s thrasher.

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Ulises’ belly breach.

Credit: Tilikum16.

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Ikaika porpoising.

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Keet porpoising.

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Keet belly flop.

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Shouka’s front flip.

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Trua.

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Malia kicker.

Credit: Tilikum16.

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Kisco’s Whale Tail

A/N: Idk whether to classify this as a short story or what, but I decided to post it here anyway because I liked the way I wrote it. The orca in the photo is Kasatka and no, I do not support orca captivity. This “story” is actually me speaking through Kisco. I love orca’s, and I think because of my anxiety and ADHD, I feel isolated almost all the time, sort of like how an orca in a concrete tank alone would feel. Of course, Kisco is a figment of my imagination and he is not meant to resemble any real life orcas. Most of his inspiration comes simply from my own brain. This won’t be a feel good story so just be aware of that. I hope that Kisco can bring someone else who’s struggling like us to feel a little less lonely and reach out to someone. If you, or someone you know, is feeling this way and it is really serious, I urge you to call one of these help lines or call 911 immediately. I’m always here if you need me, my dms are always open. Thank you and enjoy this mess.

Have you ever stared at a summer sky and thought about all the possibilities that are out there? I do that a lot. Sometimes, it feels like I do it too much. Dreaming seems to be the only escape I’ll ever have from the days that drone on and on, with no real purpose but to do as I’m told.

When I was younger, the world was an ocean of possibilities. I could go anywhere, do anything, be anything. The world was my oyster and I loved every minute of it. But now, sitting in a concrete prison with no escape, the world seems hopeless.

I guess if I really wanted to, I could be social. I could interact with the people around me, and I do. But it feels as though there’s something that separates me from connecting with them on a deeper level. We can’t really ever understand each other’s worlds, so what’s the point in even trying?

Maybe if I were like them, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Is the only reason they don’t like me because I don’t see the entertainment in my own suffering?

Escape is almost impossible. There is no way I can survive the way they can. There is no way that I can get back to where I used to be, who I used to be, without their help. I’ve tried to ask them to help me but they look away, they turn the other cheek. I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong.

Sometimes, someone will look into my eyes and I can see that they feel the same way as me. I just want to reach out and tell them that they’re not alone. That I’m here for them, that I won’t make them do things they don’t want to do. But I can’t, and it’s so frustrating.

I feel like I’m all alone in the world on other days. Like there’s no one else in the world but me. I feel like I have to shoulder this enormous weight, even if I’m not really sure what that weight is.

All I want is a friend.

I’ve dreamt about what a friend might be like. Someone I understand and who understands me. Someone who will help me escape my prison. But they’re only dreams.

No one can ever understand me, no matter how hard they try.

All I want is to be like everyone else. To fit in.

All they want is for me to do a backflip and swim around in circles for their own amusement.

I worry sometimes that it might even be too late for me. All these lonely nights are really starting to get to me in ways that nobody could ever understand. I don’t even fully understand myself.

But in the end there’s nothing I can or ever will be able to do about my situation.

I’m on the inside of the glass, staring out at a world that has no empathy for me.

Maybe you feel the same way as me. Maybe not, but there’s a good chance you might.

If you do, my name is Kisco. I am twenty years old and my prison is called an aquarium. I am sorry you feel like me, like there’s no way out of your situation. But I’m not sorry to tell you that there is a way out of your situation.

The people around you may not fully understand your situation but that’s okay, they can help. Just ask them for help, even if it feels too hard.

If you don’t, make sure you always lend a flipper for those who do. It’s very hard to talk to others who feel hopeless when you yourself are not feeling that way, but remember that they can’t escape their pool into the ocean without your help.

As for me?

I’ll probably die within these glass walls, waiting for someone to come rescue me. Just because no one can be there for me, does not mean that no one can be there for you.

And if there truly is no one else right now, don’t give up hope. Your slippery friend Kisco is always on your side.

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Katina’s corkscrew.

Credit: Stacy.Whale.

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Katina stage slide.

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Katina hula. 

Credit: EchoBeluga.

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Keet doing a belly breach.

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Keet and Ikaika performing a high jump.

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Kayla in 2017.

Credit: EchoBeluga.

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Can you not reblog my gifs onto your porn blog. That's very gross.

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Hello. The gif you added to your blog is not from Blackfish. It's from a video on youtube.

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1. 10 Things I Hate About You

2. Her

3. Alex Strangelove

4. Blackfish

5. Laggies

6. Dude

7. Lady Bird

8. Moonrise Kingdom

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10. 10 Cloverfield Lane