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[thedangerstranger]

Pelipper Mail! A strange dream.

You’re a frog. You know this isn’t what you normally are, but right now you sure are a frog. You’re a frog and you’re on a giant disk floating in the sky. Confused, you peek off the edge of the disk and far below you can see water. Unfortunately, while you were distracted, a large metal beam smacks into you and you’re sent flying.

Well. That’s that, you think. But then you find yourself on the disk again. You notice that there’s two huge rotating beams and several other frogs on the disk. The other frogs all seem to be running around the disk and jumping over the beams, so you figure you might as well try the same. You’re doing pretty well, you think, jumping over the beams. Then the ground beneath you rumbles, and a section of the disk falls into the water with you on it.

You blink. You’re back on the fucking disk. You try again, and this time you manage to get onto the part of the disk that isn’t falling. But then you’re caught off guard, and a beam sends you blasting off again into the sea. This little cycle repeats until you wake up, ‘kero kero’s echoing in your mind.

what the fuck

what. the fuck? what the fuck. what the fuck!

why are we putting the frogs in the torment nexus. what did they do to deserve that. they're just frogs!

what the fuck.

[thedangerstranger]

Pelipper Mail!

A somewhat rough handmade card with a sketch of a furret on the cover. On the inside, it reads: “Happy Birthday, Mx Danger. May your days continue to be uneventful and filled with all the simple joys of life.” There are also several more furret sketches.

~@duos-alatum

oh, shit! this is really nice! thanks a lot, dude. i'll cherish it.

[thedangerstranger]

It is my darling, dearest danger's birthday today, and so I expect nothing but love and adoration from all of you sent their way while such things still stand. Now, I would prefer that to be the case at all times, but generally it is unreasonable to make that demand, so I will take advantage of it not being so while it still is. And with that out of the way, I must depart to smother them with great affection!

[thedangerstranger]

not much on our front, really.

Rotomblr seems to be acting up again… It seems that quite some time has passed for the rest of you here. What have I missed?

[thedangerstranger]

Musharna Mail for Scarlet!

You’re at an important social function— you don’t know what sort, only that it’s high society and here you are in a classy black dress and killer heels, everyone you know is here, and unfortunately you are high as balls.

“I feel tremendously bad,” you say to your partner, wobbling on your feet. “My head is disproportionately heavy and the rest of me feels as though it may be so capricious as to float away entirely.”

“No more forever weed brownies for you,” they say, just a hint of rasp in their voice as they guide you towards the exit.

“There is absolutely no way they fit forever weed into a single brownie. That would require a forever brownie,” you say, but your tongue feels too large for your teeth.

“It’s not forever, but it’s going to be a long night. Let’s put on an old DVD and I’ll take care of you.”

Well, that was a miserable dream and only reinforces my personal desire to avoid such substances. That was a lovely dress, though; I should see if I can acquire myself something similar...

Now, where is my dearest danger? I wish greatly to smother them with affection.

[thedangerstranger]

You look lovely, darling. Knock 'em dead!

okay so you guys think this outfit looks all right?

[An image is attached of a dressing room selfie. The head is cut off, but you can see the outfit— a grey linen tank top with white lace decoration around the neckline, and a pair of lavender culottes.

You can also see how scarred she is— stretch marks, burn scars, even what looks like some sort of acid splatter.]

[thedangerstranger]

yeah all of that tracks tbh. good for her. glad the future's bright.

three am and rotomblr's working again. sure.

what happened with my blog this month?

[thedangerstranger]

three am and rotomblr's working again. sure.

what happened with my blog this month?

[thedangerstranger]

[A picture is attached of a large wolf, with red-brown fur and gentle eyes, being somewhat swarmed by various small Pokémon — Angel's Sprigatito can be clearly seen among them. From the left side of the frame, a dark-skinned hand, likely Angel's, peeks in to give a thumbs-up.]

I am beginning to think my life and family have given me a skewed opinion of the appropriate response to seeing a wolf.

[thedangerstranger]

ffffffUCKING moulting season. ugh. i would love to sleep but my feathers have Turned Evil.

[thedangerstranger]

can u ask her for us

Conclusion: she also doesn't know. Her best advice is 'be incredibly awkward and mess up a pick-up line you spent two weeks practising the delivery of but in a way that's apparently really cute.' We may not be the best source of girlfriend intel.

[thedangerstranger]

how'd you get a girlfriend,,,, i crave your wisdom senpai of the feathers

Be autistic and buff, I guess.

I dunno what to tell you dude, she bagged me here. I'd say 'ask her' but her anxiety isn't very compatible with social media so she doesn't touch it. The girlfriend just happened to me and I've been rolling with it.

[thedangerstranger]

Tell us more about your girlfriend!

Well firstly I love her and she's great.

She's the maths nerd to my artsy nerd. Like, she's a massive maths nerd, and she has this really excited, giddy way of explaining it that makes me feel like I feel about my art. I didn't really... get the appeal of maths and stuff until we started dating, honestly. Oh, and she does this really cute expression whenever she's working on a difficult maths problem and I'm weak to it.

She's also where my name here came from — she'd been chatting with me occassionally between lessons and stuff for a while and one day she comes up to me and really awkwardly stammers out, having, just, so clearly been practicing her delivery for ages, asking me if I'd ever been told I look like an angel.

(Note: yes, I do have feathered wings. Angels are generally depicted with white feathers. My feathers are more tawny. She's just a romantic dork.)

At which point I very bluntly asked her if she was flirting with me and if we wanted to date because I'd be very much willing to try that out and see where it goes and we went to see a movie that Saturday and she had to hold my hand every time something mildly stressful happened and it was All Over From There. Head over heels. And I texted my auntuncle that evening telling them yeah I get it now and they just sent me a :) in response.

[thedangerstranger]

The thing about having family who are all absurdly strong is that then you end up exercising enough to also be pretty strong because your brain processes that as normal and you forget it isn't until your girlfriend points out the fact you can lift her so easily is pretty weird. Good weird, but weird.

Anyway I bench-pressed my girlfriend for an entire set and she got really flustered and it was super cute. Shoutout to girls who go bright red when they get embarrassed.

[thedangerstranger]

Man. Shoutout to girlfriends. Including mine specifically. She's great.

[thedangerstranger]

It's almost as if the brain is an extremely complicated lump of hell and clearly diagonising people with anything is actually quite hard a lot of the time, especially when plenty of medical professionals are extremely judgemental and dismissive of people's problems.

You simply cannot just assume a single set of diagnostic conditions is going to accurately reflect the entire human experience and the ways it is affected by the myriad of weirdnesses that can happen, and especially not the ways various things can hide together in a trenchcoat to look like something else. Brain Weird. Shit Happens.

...Big rant, mostly preaching to the choir there anyway, actual meaningful comment follows: I'm glad life is good for you and you're enjoying living it.

What does the DSM got to do with this? You're impacted in a way that seems like it might be depression according to yourself, might as well treat it as potentially depression unless proves not to be useful to do so

I said I was impacted by this. But many of the depression symptoms disappeared as I learned to treat my other contributing illnesses. The main one left is fatigue, which can be explained by the autism and the ptsd. I’ve thought it through and looked up the characteristics before deciding it doesn’t apply.

These days, I don’t feel as though the world has no place for me. I don’t feel hopeless. I want to leave the apartment and do fun things! I want to make friends and eat delicious meals and laugh and grow old.

Psychiatry should not attempt to treat me for depression and there’s nothing that personal therapeutic practices can do for me that I’m not already doing.

[thedangerstranger]

My auntuncle has given me a Very Important picture to share with the wider internet. With truly incredible gravitas.

[A picture is attached of a Blissey carefully balancing two sleeping Sentrets on top of her head. By the Blissey's expression, this is not a new occurrence.]