All-all0s-eyes - All All0's Eyes

my favorite thing about this is how an unsuspecting person could have stumbled on this absolute horror of a clarification thinking they were reading a normal post.

I aspire to this level of sneak.

One thing I never liked knowing from medical photos and videos is how much empty air space is in your intestines. When you think about it you would be a hell of a lot heavier if they were entirely full of fluid, that'd be like lugging several gallon jugs around all day, but still, it feels wrong that they're mostly empty space. There's only like a little river of liquid in there. A little guy could be on a gondola in there.

This is about Amena applying to PUOMANT while ART becomes suspiciously (annoyingly) invested in construct education. Three gets its first solo mission. MB does *not* get to enjoy its serial in peace.

“Your ancestors are amazed at all your spices!”

“Your ancestors are impressed that you are an educated woman!”

“Your ancestors are proud that you are thriving in spite of what society did to them and you”

It’s all very sweet! But! Necromancy! Is! Still! Illegal! Your ancestors are going back in the ground!

Stop resurrecting them to show off!

Romantic De-prioritization and Aromantic Resonances in History

An Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week project

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“Representation” is a major theme in ace and aro communities, and it’s usually used to mean fictional characters. That’s all well and good, but the emphasis on the power of fictional narratives sometimes leaves me feeling a little empty. While it’s definitely refreshing and empowering to see characters going through the same things I am, sometimes I think… their happy ending isn’t real, it’s because an author decided that they should have one and then created a world in which they could.

I’ve felt most uplifted and empowered by histories of real people living the kind of life I wanted, being able to point to them and say, “See, THEY did it, THEY had the same priorities and feelings I do, and they went on to have the non-romantic life I want and they became important/respected/brilliant/supported/loved anyway.”  With a sense of both that, it was done at different times in the past when mores were different; and not only that, when in some ways it was harder. If they could do it, I can do it too. I felt represented. And I want more of that out there.

Over the course of Aro Week, I’ll be presenting mini-biographies of people who never married, never expressed romantic desire, or otherwise de-prioritized romance in their lives.  I can’t necessarily claim they were definitely aromantic; we can’t know that, and they didn’t name their identities that way.  But they made their way in the world aromantically, and were inspirational and resonant on my own aromantic journey.

Mary Anning

Nikola Tesla

Louisa May Alcott

Henry David Thoreau

Mary Moody Emerson

Mary Long and Grace Parker

Ella Cara Deloria

It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman species or even the weakest and dumbest.

I want to see a sci fi universe where we’re actually considered one of the more hideous and terrifying species.

How do we know our saliva and skin oils wouldn’t be ultra-corrosive to most other sapient races? What if we actually have the strongest vocal chords and can paralyze or kill the inhabitants of other worlds just by screaming at them? What if most sentient life in the universe turns out to be vegetable-like and lives in fear of us rare “animal” races who can move so quickly and chew shit up with our teeth?

Like that old story “they’re made of meat,” only we’re scarier.