Chel
@chehalem.bsky.social
Native American historian and mother. TTRPG enjoyer, occasional editor and art director, frog enthusiast. Header by Jack Kaiser, profile pic by TheropodArt
It's not even Thanksgiving!
We are enemies now.
We are enemies now.
a girl with a headband that says chaos panic disorder
ALT: a girl with a headband that says chaos panic disorder
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November 21, 2025 at 7:20 PM
It's not even Thanksgiving!
We are enemies now.
We are enemies now.
Considering an average commoner has 4 HP, a trained fighter at the pinnacle of human strength could kill them with a single, solid punch seems appropriate, and with a lucky solid punch could kill a horse also fits the heroic fantasy level of realism, for me at least.
November 20, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Considering an average commoner has 4 HP, a trained fighter at the pinnacle of human strength could kill them with a single, solid punch seems appropriate, and with a lucky solid punch could kill a horse also fits the heroic fantasy level of realism, for me at least.
drink enough milk and it will grow back
November 19, 2025 at 9:32 PM
drink enough milk and it will grow back
I won't repay his violence with violence. The cycle ends with me. I did not let it flow through me to my daughter and I will not turn it back on him. He's a victim of it as much as I was. It aged him. His body aged 30 years the last 10. His bitterness consumed him.
I refuse to submit to the same 7/7
I refuse to submit to the same 7/7
November 18, 2025 at 7:43 AM
I won't repay his violence with violence. The cycle ends with me. I did not let it flow through me to my daughter and I will not turn it back on him. He's a victim of it as much as I was. It aged him. His body aged 30 years the last 10. His bitterness consumed him.
I refuse to submit to the same 7/7
I refuse to submit to the same 7/7
I could assume this to be more of the "woman's work" of caring for him. But he entrusted me with everything. I didn't know what to do with that trust. I just hope that I am not abusing it. How can you care for a person who hurt you? I freed myself from him once before, now I choose to love him. 6/7
November 18, 2025 at 7:43 AM
I could assume this to be more of the "woman's work" of caring for him. But he entrusted me with everything. I didn't know what to do with that trust. I just hope that I am not abusing it. How can you care for a person who hurt you? I freed myself from him once before, now I choose to love him. 6/7
He extended to me a rare bit of trust before that happened. I think he knew what was happening, and knew that I was the only one he had left. He made me responsible for his care. Me, the daughter he rejected and drove off when I couldn't take any more abuse. I could be cynical about it. 5/7
November 18, 2025 at 7:43 AM
He extended to me a rare bit of trust before that happened. I think he knew what was happening, and knew that I was the only one he had left. He made me responsible for his care. Me, the daughter he rejected and drove off when I couldn't take any more abuse. I could be cynical about it. 5/7
I don't know if I will cry when he's gone, but I won't rejoice. He's still a human being, worthy of love. I hope that his end is peaceful and painless. His mind is already gone, he doesn't recognize me anymore. Ever since my brother died, his favorite child, his mind collapsed in on itself 4/7
November 18, 2025 at 7:43 AM
I don't know if I will cry when he's gone, but I won't rejoice. He's still a human being, worthy of love. I hope that his end is peaceful and painless. His mind is already gone, he doesn't recognize me anymore. Ever since my brother died, his favorite child, his mind collapsed in on itself 4/7
I can't forgive him for what he did, but I understand him better. I do not like him, but I can love him. That may sound odd, because it is, even to me. He may be a terrible person, but not all of him. Hating him would be hating the parts of him in me, and hating the parts my mother loved. 3/7
November 18, 2025 at 7:43 AM
I can't forgive him for what he did, but I understand him better. I do not like him, but I can love him. That may sound odd, because it is, even to me. He may be a terrible person, but not all of him. Hating him would be hating the parts of him in me, and hating the parts my mother loved. 3/7
I did hate him for many years, but I came to understand him. How he was a product of hate and bitterness, and how he never had the emotional tools to deal with the kinds of emotions that the rest of us manage every day. How he self-medicated depression, anxiety, and coped through alcohol. 2/7
November 18, 2025 at 7:43 AM
I did hate him for many years, but I came to understand him. How he was a product of hate and bitterness, and how he never had the emotional tools to deal with the kinds of emotions that the rest of us manage every day. How he self-medicated depression, anxiety, and coped through alcohol. 2/7