waiiiiit, now you made me think about other thing.... so, let's assume mermaids can get pregnant in human way right, but their child then has to be a merperson, because how would then a mermaid transform, if she turns into literal water... i can already imagine a pregnant mermaid and a baby with a littleee tail inside her LMAOOO.
no, actually, when mermaid transforms, the baby teleports to the backrooms /j
this goes sooo deep i just sought out a couple episodes of mako mermaids bc i remembered the guy was adopted and like. babies have to be brought up in that discussion right? And in the episode the teacher mermaid says “your mother was the only mermaid strong enough to stop you from getting your tail” which implies that????? they’re born without tails????????? How long are they babies with legs do the mermaids give birth on land and then return to the sea and their babies get tails then? do their tails slowly form as they grow older? if they have to become human to give birth why is it so unheard of for the mako mermaid girls to go on land for their mission? have they never seen any merbabies? there are canonically mermaids younger than them! And why does the h2o wiki refer to one of the characters as coming from a long line of mermen are mermaids not involved in the process do mermen get pregnant like seahorses????? why did they have to make mako mermaids and make everything so confusing?????? *cries*
putting mako mermaids aside because that’s a hot Mess. Would the baby also turn into water? it wasn’t in the moon pool but it’s parent was and the moon pool changes a person’s entire dna so like. it would change the eggs dna as well right? but the egg is only half of the dna and there would also be a human half that shouldn’t respond to water at all. does the mer dna overpower the human dna? would onlookers see a random tiny foetus floating in the air/water for a split second before the mermaid reappears around it?
yeah the baby goes wherever cleo’s coat went in the second episode
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for the past, say, three or four years of my nephew’s five year life i’ve been taking care of him pretty regularly. it’s not been entirely fair to either of us but i’ve grown hopelessly attached to the kid and for better or worse i’m in this for the long haul with him. my sister is present, but she’s a bit insane and not exactly as stable as she ought to be for him. a good example of this lies in the fact that i’ve got to go to the first day of kindergarten with him so i can talk to his teacher, because my family is worried that my sister won’t (he’s got a speech impediment she’s done nothing to help him with and i want him to get help before he gets teased for it). anyways the other day i was talking to my friend group and the topic of me not going out because of him came up. they told me he wasn’t my kid and it isn’t my problem. which is true!! he isn’t my kid and it shouldn’t be my problem, and realistically i know i can go out and he’ll be okay, but a part of me aches a little because while that’s true, it’s also true that in many ways he is mine. i couldn’t explain to them in a way that they could understand that he needs me and i know i deserve to live my 20s but here is this little boy who has done nothing wrong and i’ve got to be there for him. even though i dont, even though his mom is there, because she isn’t, not always, and i need him to know he’ll always have someone. i guess it was just kind of frustrating because i couldn’t explain it and they couldn’t understand it and it hurt my feelings a little that they acted as though he was something i could just push aside (even though realistically i could)
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love's imbroglio - mystic messenger (Jumin Han/MC)
“I might not have the experience or knowledge like you, but I am a fast learner. Teach me, and I’ll be able to perform within your range of expectations. If I can’t keep up—dismiss me. But before you let your biases muddle your judgement, at least let me prove myself that I am not incompetent to whatever level you hold me at.”
Her eyes narrowed to the same firmness of her voice. She knew her mild temperament was close to succumbing to fury and disgust, but she smoothed her skirt and reigned in her anger. Once the elevator descended to the lobby, she could walk away and forget everything.
In fact, she could have walked away at any moment, damn the consequences. Yesterday, three days ago, last week when the deal was finalized. Yet she stayed. She couldn’t find it in herself to leave—not when her parents’ businesses were on the line. Not when her mother’s high end fashion line and her father’s grand hotels were at stake.
Although she should have been aghast by the severity of the situation, something far greater than those concerns reeled her attention away. Where did her older sister go?
The eldest was all gung-ho about inheriting her mother’s business that she interned and worked along their mother after high school and the following years. Her sister cut back on college classes and managed to be a part-time model and promote clothing lines and promotional items.
Now she—the second daughter—was thrust amid family problems. Correction—family business problems. Her disinterest in her parents’ business was clear, yet she found herself in the very core of it.
Most importantly, why did her sister disappear? And where did she go?
Her knuckles whitened as she curled her fingers into a tight ball. Her jaw was taut with tension. It was too soon to be reminded of her sister. She disappeared just five months ago.
She saw Jumin visibly stiffen, but his face was impassive as he brushed her comments aside with a pointed, sidelong glance. His eyes reflected a cold indifference, almost imploring her to utter one more bold statement that would lead to her resigning by tomorrow.
The air between them was filled with a thick silence. Mingled in with a tension and discomfort on a spectrum she hadn’t known existed until now.
She was going to be fired. She was certain of it. As her gaze caught his reflection in the elevator mirror, she noticed that he crossed his arms—it crinkled the sleeves of his dark tailored suit—and lowered his gaze. He suddenly found interest in the plush carpeting. Likewise, she averted her eyes to the wall beside her. But she had to voice her concern—her irritation about his inability to look beyond the small world he submerged himself in. That, and his obsession with his beloved feline partner, Elizabeth the third. “I apologize for my behavior,” Jumin said quietly, keeping her at a distance. Jumin shifted and leaned his shoulder against the wall. His eyes were trained on the glowing elevator buttons in front of him, but his body partially faced her. “I’ve been under much duress as of late. I didn’t mean to ignore or snap at you this entire week. I’ve been…inhospitable ever since our first meeting. And truthfully, it is not your fault by mine.”
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if taking phone calls at work has taught me anything. you cannot gender someone by voice alone. there's so many things that influence voices. age. whether you smoke. whether you're hydrated. i thought a 10 year old boy was a woman and almost called an 80 year old woman sir. old people especially will have voices you struggle to gender. these are people as cis as they come. yet there'll still be women with gravely voices, men with high and fluttering ones, people with voices you can't categorize at all
the breadth of human expression is so much broader than you can experience
one time a guy who didnt know i'm trans heard me on VC and he didn't think i'm trans. he thought i sounded like a twelve year old. anyway. i don't think he knows i'm trans at all actually
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