#it has been NINE YEARS

[vincentvangoghs]

When Tommy saved Bobby for the second time—this time eight years in the past—it flashed me back to last summer, when Tim Minear posted a BuckTommy video to his facebook.

In that video, a fan effectively highlighted the concept of 'Invisible String Theory' and how it related to BuckTommy as a pairing, while also pointing out how this made Tommy Kinard stand out as not just a unique and effective love interest for Buck, but also an influential character for the direction of the show in general.

So, having a new flashback where Tommy is the one to save Bobby in the past, when it could have just as easily been anyone else who saved him, adds even more contextual layers to the concept. Because had Tommy not intervened at this moment, Bobby likely would have fallen into the inferno and died, leading to the alteration or complete erasure of just about everything we have witnessed in the show since 1x01--never mind just Buck no longer meeting Tommy. It makes me consider that the concept of ‘Invisible String Theory’ may have actually resonated with Minear in a truly influential way once it was brought to his attention, via that video or elsewhere, and that he didn’t just post that video for mere fandom points. Because with this latest development, we have veered away from ‘accidental Invisible String Theory’, to what appears to now be intentional. With this latest development, the writing continues to integrate Tommy into the show’s past and present, while further establishing a strong foundation for his place in the show’s future. It's yet another solid piece of evidence pointing to true longevity for the BuckTommy pairing.

Hen has her Karen, Maddie has her Chimney, Athena had her Bobby, and Buck will have his Tommy.

[andromeda3116]

As always, on this, the anniversary of his passing, GNU Terry Pratchett

[cinnabarts]

silicate lifeforms

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

What makes the van scene so much more to me is that it’s not just a declaration of Joe’s love and devotion for Nicky. It’s not just a way to give Nicky a moment to get his bearings. It’s not just a full-throated defense of their relationship.

It’s not like other declaration of love scenes. It’s not a desperate goodbye in the face of torture or death. It’s not even a soft moment for both of them to realize how much the other means to them. They already know. They’ve known for 900 years that their world and their heart begins and ends with the other man. It’s the certainty written across both their faces. The only person who exists in that space, to them, is each other. The scene is a settlement of their love, how certain they are in each other. There are no doubts when they look into each other’s eyes. They match each other thought for thought. We are supposed to feel the weight of their life together, but it’s still a moment just for the two of them.

[zarnzarn]

The doors to Olympus are sturdy and strong, given everyone's preferences for drama and slamming said doors open and sending them cracking into the wall whenever the opportunity arises. Which is why it's a surprise when they creak open during the once-a-decade pantheon meeting; less so because no entity worth their salt would take so long to open the doors, and more so because everyone who is anyone is already there.

But if everyone is being honest with themselves- which no one is, usually- these gatherings are boring enough that the bland conversation is dropped immediately in favour of craning their necks to catch a glimpse of whatever is coming to relieve them of their boredom.

When the doors finally open however, several of the pantheon murmur in surprise.

"Odysseus," Athena whispers, wide-eyed as she pushes herself off her throne to her feet. It is him- in the king's garb he was buried in but the face he has when he reached home, hair till the shoulders and speckled with grey, face oddly blank. His feet are transparent.

"What are you doing here, sceptre?" Poseidon booms, hair the color of a stormy sea. Zeus, beside him, looks reserved, observing the ghost with something approaching curiosity- eyes flicking to the lightning scars on his daughter's face and back. "Your time has long passed, and Hades-"

"It is a temporary agreement," Odysseus says curtly, barely sparing him a glance as he approaches his patron. "Athena."

Her armour clinks as she steps forward and the gods all twitch, trading glances. Owls are silent creatures- to have her aspect so affected to make noise was... uneasy to say the least. She even holds herself different than usual, something like confused delight shining in her eyes. "How did you-"

"Did you sleep with my wife?"

The throne room is silent. Several jaws drop.

Athena straightens back up, blinking in surprise. She looks a bit shifty, some of the nymphs closest whisper to each other, which- well, almost every single god present owed some part of their existence to the mere story of Odysseus loving his wife.

Would he fight his own patron goddess over it in front of Mount Olympus, though? He certainly was unbalanced enough; Athena herself looked rather uncertain of her odds, even though-

"Are you addled in death, King of Ithaka?" Artemis drawls, looking amused. "Did you forget that your own patron is celibate? Whatever rumor you-"

"No, I-" Athena says suddenly, shifting her spear to her other hand. "I did."

Artemis chokes on her breath and several assorted divine beings gasp in shock and the rest shouting for explanations, although everyone is nearly drowned out by Aphrodite's loud, "WHAT?"

Odysseus inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I cannot believe you."

"She asked-" Athena starts, only to be drowned out by the din of various beings screeching and shouting about the scandal.

"ATHENA!" Hera hisses, peacock tail fanning behind her sharply as she pushes herself up. "Explain yourself!"

Athena half-turns to face her, face creased in a frown. "Mother, I-"

"LET ME REPHRASE!" Odysseus cuts in loudly, and the shouting settles down into silence. He walks to his patron, eyes blazing. "I cannot believe," he throws his clenched fists wide as he growls the last word, "-you took Penelope to bed-" Athena surprisingly stays still as he reaches her, mouth falling open as he grabs her by the chiton to yank her down, uncaring of the gasps of horror from all around as he snarls, "-before you ever kissed me."

And then Odysseus grabs Athena by the face roughly and kisses her.

This time Aphrodite's shriek cannot be escaped by anyone.

"Aphrodite, please," Zeus says a few moments later, wincing as his throne reforms around him, stained oddly pink. Quite a few minor entities have discorporated, and the ones nearest to her are still trying to regenerate their hearing. "Control yourself."

Their eyes land back on where Athena has dropped her spear- dropped her spear, Ares in the corner seems to be having some minor hysteria over this, well warranted- and is also on the floor, still being thoroughly kissed by that insufferable, mannerless hero of hers, perched on her stomach to reach. Zeus inhales in fury, Poseidon close behind him as the shock wears off, lightning crackling around his fingers as he opens his mouth to shout- of all the indignities-

"If you two ruin this for me," Aphrodite thunders, warping in front of them and glaring. "I will make you both regret it."

Both gods visibly blanch at the threat, taken aback for one brief moment. Threats from Aphrodite are far worse than any of her more violent siblings, at the end of the day.

Zeus visibly gathers himself just as Athena's helmet clatters to the floor, and he gains a second wind immediately, eye twitching as he spreads a hand to the spectacle in the middle of the hall. "WHAT MANNER OF DISRESPECT IS THIS? TO BARGE INTO OUR MEETING AND THROW ONE OF THE OLDEST GODDESSES TO THE FLOOR LIKE A COMMON WENCH-"

"Zeus," Hera says quietly. Everyone falls silent, although it's not quite enough to stop the two tangled together on the ground. She clears her throat, which finally seems to get through to Athena, who had finally seemed to have gotten over her shock enough to reach out, hands hovering over Odysseus hesitantly. Still, at the noise she seems to remember herself, pushing herself up on an elbow and dislodging him enough to break their necking. He pouts at her, but Athena's eyes are too glazed over to notice, heaving for breath.

Hera opens her mouth to speak, crown manifesting on her brow as she steps in front of the throne, but closes it as the door rattles again.

This time, the spectre shimmers with a faint hint of scales that comes with a freshwater nymph's heritage and excited whispers starved for drama explode across the room as the Queen of Ithaka steps into the room, skirts hitched in her hand and panting as if she'd been running.

"Your Graces," She bows respectfully before entering, Spartan princess through and through, until she catches sight of her husband and Athena, the former of whom seems to have taken the opportunity to start kissing the wisdom goddess again, fingers in her curls.

"What are you doing?" She snaps, rushing over. The entire courtroom holds its breath. She slaps her husband upside the head, making him yelp and move back to shoot her a betrayed look. Athena looks even further dazed than before, cheeks red. "Argos has more manners than you! No wonder Lady Athena wanted nothing to do with you- ah, hello, darling, by the way."

"Penelope," Athena murmurs hoarsely, and the Queen of Ithaka leans down to kiss her as well.

Odysseus chuckles, then jumps with everyone else as Hera slams a hand down on the throne elegantly, cracking it to the base.

"Ah, goddess-" He says, clambering off Athena to bow.

"Silence," Hera interrupts, holding up a hand, eyes cold. "You will not say anything to me apart from an explanation. My agreement for your release from Ogygia was due to the assurance that your marriage was one of the truest I have ever witnessed, conveyed by Athena herself when bartered with all of us to let you go. Tell me, was it a ploy? Because from the disgraceful looks of it, this seems to not be the case in the slightest."

Odysseus frowns, face twisting in confusion. "Athena bartered with...?" He turns to look at his patron, who stares back, unspeaking. His eyes flicker to the lightning scar over her right eye as Penelope traces it with horrified eyes and a gentle thumb, and understanding seems to dawn.

For a moment, rage seems to fill him, glaring with a hatred towards Zeus that everyone whispered later wasn't met by the god king with anger, but a flicker of remorse- before he visibly throws it away behind Athena's old smile and bows.

"God-queen," He says formally, gracefully. Hera twitches a bit, and they'll all talk later about how odd it was to so clearly see Athena's younger mannerisms in the man, down to the curl of the letters. "My marriage to Penelope has never been false, never been broken, this I promise you." He takes Penelope's hand and squeezes it for emphasis, and she raises them as acknowledgement. "But... can you not argue that Athena has been part of our marriage all this time? From its start, where she advised me on courting and her on what to look for, to the twenty years she spent with both of us- me on the battlefield and Penelope in the court; to say nothing of how she helped raise our son and lived in our palace in the days after. And is she not so unbearably beautiful that even my Penelope couldn't wait-" He shoots a glare at her, which Penelope returns with a smile. "-when the chance was presented? How can you fault us for disgrace, after being so long apart from our wife?"

Hera raises both eyebrows at the impudence, the kind of disbelieving expression that hides a warning to tread carefully. "So you claim to be both married to Pallas Athena?"

"In every way that matters except legality," Odysseus says, fearlessly. He is dead, after all, what much can you do to a shade that they didn't already put him through when alive. He is sort of worried about Athena, though, as they both help her back to her feet, Penelope busy whispering compliments and updates and endearments in turn- she's not usually one to be quiet in face of a problem.

Hera tilts her head. "Ah, but you see. I need the legality, if I am to finally-" A helpless, excited smile pulls at her lips once, twice, before unfolding into a bright grin, peacock tails unfolding to their full wingspan. "-finally arrange for a marriage for my eldest daughter who has not once- oh finally, I can hardly believe this day has come-"

"I do not like the way you grabbed her, Sacker of Troy," Ares steps forward as Hera starts ranting half to herself, half to an equally loud assemblage of joyful entities about wedding arrangements, eyes narrowed.

Odysseus barks an incredulous, loud laugh, gesturing to Athena with a slightly crazed look in his eyes. "This lady has broken- and I do not exaggerate- every single bone in my body before I saw my sixteenth year. I have punched her a hundred times in the face when she taught me how to fight. We'll survive, thanks."

"That is fair," Ares steps back, hands raised.

"What duties will you provide as spouses, Ithakan Queen?" Hestia questions, stepping forward.

"Oh, the same we did when we were living," Penelope huffs a laugh. "Keep her busy, make her laugh, be of mild frustration to her, love her well, worship her-"

"I do not. Need to know," Hestia closes her eyes and raises a hand to cut her off, stepping back. Around them, the din catches speed and volume as no further objections arise, excitement spilling into the air.

"What is happening?" Athena says faintly, looking around as if she was just waking up.

"-oh, and we can get out the decor once more! Hebe, Aphrodite, loves, do you remember where we kept the fountains-"

"-finally, a reason to celebrate! Call them all out of hiding-"

"-can't believe this is finally happening, oh sister, what songs should we-

"Why am I getting married," Athena says with much more alarm and horror. She turns to Odysseus and shakes him by the shoulder, eyes wild. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"How is this nothing? Do you have any idea the headache-"

"Athena, sweetheart, will you consider changing into that beautiful piece you made for the ceremony?"

Creakily, she turns her head to Hera, disbelief pasted across her face. "Mother," She says slowly. "They are both dead."

"Oh, I'll make a deal with Hades or something, you hush!" Aphrodite leans forward and snaps, before her irritation melts back into a manic joy. "Oh, what paint shall we do?"

Paint, Athena mouths, looking afraid for possibly the first time since her conception.

Penelope laughs and tugs on Athena's hand to make her turn, tucking dishevelled curls behind her ear. She wonders if the goddess knows how beautiful she is when she's flustered. "Take us away," She whispers. On Athena's other side, Odysseus leans against their patron with a besotted, helpless smile as he stares up at her, her helmet and spear in hand. She'd missed Athena like a limb, missed her deep laugh at night when they'd discussed the day's court, the dry jokes, the hands over hers as she weaved- but Odysseus wasn't himself without her, happy though they were in Hades' lands together, all of them.

"I'm-" Athena wavers, then looks around once more at all the excited screaming, something unreadable flashing in her eyes. Almost against her will, her eyes fall to Zeus, who is sitting silently and staring back at her. Poseidon looks like he still wants to start a fight, but clearly by his wary looks below can tell he will be heavily outnumbered by the overexcited crowd to not try, but Zeus just stares back at her, face blank of any emotion.

"We ask you formally this time," King Odysseus says, walking in front of her to take her attention away, holding onto her hand. His voice has strength in it, drawing the eyes of the murmuring crowd, but he's deaf to it as he stares up at her.

"Will you be our wife?" Queen Penelope asks, joining him, watching their beautiful patron shudder for breath she does not need as her eyes flick to one of them and then the other.

"Yes," She whispers and cheers erupt all across Mount Olympus.

"Finally!" Odysseus complains, and then pulls her down once more to kiss her, all three of them fading at the edges as one of the generous gods present there- who seems to realize that they're not very inclined to stop anytime soon- thankfully teleports them away into a nice room with a large bed.

"Finally," He whispers as he breaks apart to lay her down, cupping her face, voice heavy with the longing of a full lifetime and more. Penelope circles to the head of the bed and starts undoing Athena's braid, staring at them both lovingly.

Later the ones closest will murmur, as the silhouettes faded away, that tears had slipped from proud Pallas Athena's eyes as she placed one hand against Odysseus' cheek, trembling.

"I missed you," She will whisper back, and all three of them fade away to their own story, yet to be made.

[shybasementkid]

did some tiktok ninjago fans just not watch the show

[glass-noodle]

MERMAY

I’M GONNA FINISH THIS I SWEAR 😭😭😭 My time/energy/physical and mental ability to draw have taken a nosedive since end of last year, but I still miss and love them every day……I’M SO CLOSE TO THE END I wanna finish this series (at least the main part of it) for y’all and myself

almost forgot to add it but link to the start of the comic lol

[todayisafridaynight]

inspo post

[autumnalfallingleaves]

aaaaah okay SO I recently started drawing digitally again after a really bad bout of having absolutely no spoons for it, and of course this happened right after the WondLa hyperfixation hit again, so of course I had to actually start drawing the AU that's been rotating in my head since last July (when the first season of the show aired). The gist of it is that Sanctuary 573 actually naturally failed on its own, right after Eva was decanted, while at the same time Rovender's family didn't die, therefore he didn't leave and stayed in Faunas. I'm borrowing bits and pieces of the worldbuilding from the show to flesh this AU out, so Rovender is a pathfinder and his partner and (first) daughter are Gisana and Hanno (tbh I'm really glad the show gave us canon names because I was FLOUNDERING in that department lmao).

For designs, I went with mostly Vibes for Eva and Hanno, combining a few motifs from Cærulean outfits from the books. Gisana's design is primarily my own, with her outfit colors coming from the show but with actual outfit design being inspired by the books. Her and Hanno have crests because Soth does and I thought that'd be fun to incorporate. Rovender's design is an attempted combination of his late-book 2/book 3 design, with the added caveat that he hasn't been despondently wandering around for who knows however many decades.

Anyway, somehow Rovender, while on assignment, finds Sanctuary 573 and ends up finding Eva and Muthr, who is shutting down. In a last act of desperation, Muthr manages to use the Sanctuary's computer to decipher the Cærulean language (just... work with me here) and decides to give Eva to this random alien that literally just wandered into the Sanctuary one day. Luckily for her, that was the best call she could've made, and 8-month-old Eva then goes off to Faunas with Rovender.

(Continued under the cut)

please do not repost my art

Muthr, before letting Eva go, also downloaded all the programs Eva would ever need (language modules and such) onto the Omnipod, just in case, which she then leaves with Eva. She, and the Sanctuary, shut down after that, leaving this poor guy with a baby from a species he's never heard about before.

Rovender, not knowing what to do initially, thinks he'll bring Eva to Faunas and then figure out where she'll be sent from there. What of course ends up happening is that Eva imprints on him, and Rovender bonds with her, and, well fuck, he just can't let her be adopted by anyone else now, can he? Luckily, he manages to convince Gisana. Hanno is a bit skeptical, but she, too, comes around eventually and she's kinda always wanted a sibling? So. Score.

Eva grows up very loved, with the sort of family she always dreamed of, in a lovely little community. In addition to Rovender being a pathfinder, Gisana is a beamguide maker and Hanno is a tailor, which means that Eva can usually get human-sized clothes rather easily. (My headcanon is that Faunas is also a huge textile creator and exporter, so textile-related jobs are pretty common.) The entire family has custom-made beamguides that Gisana designed and made-- they're locked in on each person, and show where they are relative to Faunas. Hanno uses this feature in book 3 to find where Eva and follow her. They eventually meet in the ruins of New York just as the airships and warbots attack. (That's one of the doodles here lol.) Additionally, Eva wants to be a pathfinder like her father, so Rovender takes her on as an official apprentice not long before her thirteenth birthday. What happens later on, during the period the books cover, is that Rovender and Antiquus, seeing how Eva is maturing and developing, decide to start unofficially training her to take on a council position, which she does eventually take in a few decades. Eva also shows hints of her powers early on in life, with plants and animals usually responding to her in little ways, but she doesn't really come into her powers until the events of book 1.

The books largely happen like canon, with book 1 being the most changed. I'm thinking what happens is that, as her official first journey as an apprentice pathfinder and as a birthday present, Rovender takes Eva on an Eva-directed journey back to her birthplace, which she's been wanting to do for years. Besteel, who has been a problem since Eva was little (the Kitts found out the Royal Museum was looking for a live human specimen, using Besteel to do it, and knew they had to keep Eva hidden-- it's been a huge game of keep-away for years, and Besteel certainly suspects Something), finds them out in the open near the Sanctuary and starts the pursuit. Eva and Rovender flee to Lacus, deciding to try and get to Solas via the ferry to try and clear things up-- Eva's an official resident of Faunas, after all, and part of the chief's clan. Can they please stop trying to capture Eva? Except, of course, it doesn't go to plan. They get captured, Eva meets Otto and unlocks stronger abilities, and Eva gets captured at Lacus. (The Haveports are also some of the few non-Cæruleans who know that Eva even exists.) Without Muthr, it's a little harder to escape, but Eva does manage it, being as familiar with Orbona as she is. She gets out, gets back to Rovender and Otto, and they go to the ruins, Eva now curious as to whether or not there are humans on Orbona. Events continue only slightly altered (Eva gets bad vibes from the oasis and they avoid it, for one, and Eva doesn't loose her mother, because she's back in Faunas, for two), and the arc ends with Hailey and the Bijou.

Books 2 and 3 happen largely like canon, I think, with the exception of Eva being able to introduce Eight to her Cærulean family (Eight still goes off the rails and turns into a tree, though), and Eva knowing, going into New Attica, that she's not staying, she just wants to meet humans and maybe make some friends before going back home. Cadmus, of course, takes exception to this and tries to force Eva to stay. Eva, of course, escapes, with her friends and family in tow.

Book 3's biggest change is the addition of Hanno to many events, with her intervening at the ruins and accompanying Eva to the now-destroyed New Attica. Everything's better with a sassy older sister who isn't about to go off the deep end :) Eva ends up back in Faunas at the end, instead of just her and Rovender in Lacus, like in canon.

I do have more about this AU, but, like, this here is long enough and I think the best way to communicate other stuff is through narrative format (fic :) ), so I hope I have the motivation to write those at some point lol.

[theresa-draws]

he gave up a life with her and for what???

[twilight-good-yall-dumb]

One Direction, not as a single unit, but as a concept. One Direction as those five boys, together or apart. In the same way John, Paul, George, and Ringo where each still a Beatle even after the band parted ways. One Direction, not only as a memory, but a present phenomena which lives on in each of those boys, in every song they write, in every melody they sing. One Direction never ended. It survives alongside the joy and success of its founders, the men who made it a reality, who continue to honor its legacy.

Appreciate always what we have left of our precious band, because it will never quite be over so long as any of those boys live.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

i was having a pretty good day ngl, but then i was forced to bare witness to another “NINE BAD AND EVIL!!!!!” video

[hangingslothcentral]

It's Trans Day of Visibility!

Today I want to talk about being overlooked, which feels like an odd thing to discuss on TDOV, but there we are.

I used to talk a lot about gender things, and I don't anymore. One reason is that it's just not as present a discomfort in my life, now: I went on T and I got top surgery and these things meant that I didn't feel that grating dissimilitude between who I am and what I appeared to be to other people the way I used to.

But it's not that I don't feel it at all. It's that the way it shows up is different. A disconnect between myself as I am and how I'm addressed by the world. Sure, some people misgender me still, but it's usually relatives wilfully resisting respecting my identity. By and large, strangers assume he/him pronouns for me, even if sometimes look at me with question marks in their eyes for a moment.

I'm a writer and I write queer stories. Those stories often have trans and nonbinary people in them because they are a part of the world, and so of course they're there. I also have the privilege of being surrounded by mostly queer people, so when I'm imagining any given group of friends or colleagues I assume they're about. 70% queer people? I think my data is skewed. Oh well!

The thing is, I'm not particularly interested in writing coming out stories or stories about the process of transition, at least not explicitly. Whilst arguably both Not Quite Dead and Spirit Box Radio handle these things thematically, neither is interested in the explicit process as literally experienced. Part of that is that I think queerness, transness, LGBTQness, it's simultaneously highly individualised and extremely broadly relateable. Whilst most people don't experience an extra puberty in their twenties or thirties, that feeling of learning who you are and being brave enough to become it is something that I think most people can find something powerful to relate to in. Especially when stories lean on the consequences of that decision of radical self-acceptance, which often leads to losing people and muddling up other things in your life, and is rarely as straightforward and affirming as it might seem.

Sometimes it feels like my transness swallows up other parts of my identity. Sometimes that happens on a personal level, where I feel like I can't do things or be a certain way simply by virtue of being trans. I felt this for a long time about dressing and moving in feminine ways. I felt they were not allowed for me in the way they are allowed for cis men. But more often its others' perception of me which is most impacted by transness' distorting lens. People make assumptions about the kinds of work I make, the kinds of characters I will write, because of my transness. They overlook my queerness and my stated attractions because of it, switching the labels I might use for myself into ones they deem more appropriate on the basis of my identity. They'll assume that because I have had access to gender affirming care, I come from a background of middle class privilege and stability, and respond with surprise when I explain I grew up mostly on a council estate in a bedroom with a mould problem so bad the back of my wardrobe was physically damp to the touch.

In my private experience of my transness, it's something which is mostly about other people and the barriers between what they see and assume about me, and who I am. It's often a positive thing; for example, it's part of the reason I am able to connect with and articulate my emotions the way some of my cis peers who are men struggle to without huge amounts of hard work.

To other people, though, it seems like it can get in the way of them understanding other things about who I am, parts of me which from my perspective are far more important and far more integral for understanding and grasping my identity and experience of the world. It means there are expectations on me that don't exist for my cis peers. At it's worst, it can lead people to want to distance themselves from me, whether out of conscious or unconscious bigotry or a fear of being seen as 'too political'. I've been passed over for jobs; awards; opportunities.

Most of these discriminations are subtle. They're usually not conscious. This doesn't make them better than out-and-out, mask-off bigotry, but it can make things more difficult to deal with and express to others who are not used to experiencing these kinds of things. It can be harder to criticise the people themselves for their behaviour, too. They're not doing it on purpose and it's not their intent so the response can often be vicious, defensive, and sometimes even violent, in response to a disconnect between how they perceive their actions and what you're telling them the consequences of their behaviour can be.

It is an extraordinarily difficult thing to suspect that your work might be able to reach more people, that your career might've progressed more smoothly, that you could be in a more safe and stable position, were it not for this one, unchangeable part of who you are. I am fiercely proud of who I am, but that doesn't change that it's made my life more difficult. These kinds of prejudices stack, too. My working class accent; my Jewish heritage; all of these things swirl into a pot of reasons that other people use to overlook me and my work. This things would be massively amplified if I were not from an English-speaking country; if I had not had access to higher education; and especially if I were not white.

It is extraordinarily important for Trans Day of Visibility to exist, because we are so often overlooked to the point of invisibility. It's not just about normalising the idea for cis people; it's not just about pointing out there are trans people everywhere. Those things are hugely important too! It's also about us. It's about the impact that lack of knowledge has on us, those in the closet and out, those stealth and those public about their identities, passing or not. All of us. This impacts *all of us*.

[starseongs]

i decided this week that today would be plant care day since it’s a rare friday off for me and then i also stupidly decided to start before even having breakfast. two plants down and i got so dizzy i had to stop😖

[stoat-party]

“The Lone Wanderer’s actions led to the Brotherhood becoming a tyrannical, overwhelming force on the East Coast” - Tragic. Unexpected. A reminder that the main character is not all-powerful. On the other hand, it doesn’t erase all the good the Lone Wanderer accomplished.

“The Sole Survivor either allowed or helped the Brotherhood to become a weird anti-sex cult that kills all ghouls, sorta enslaves children and kills them on a whim, and spans the continental US. It’s based in Boston BTW.” - Wh-what? In 2/4 possible endings that shouldn’t even be possible. And isn’t the Survivor a paladin/sentinel? You’re telling me they had no say in this? Even Maxson was specifically against the weird cult stuff. In nine years this happened?? I guess that’s… potentially interesting.

“The Courier’s life work exploded offscreen” - NOW YOU’RE JUST MESSING WITH ME TODD

[starlos-soulmate]

WAIT CRAP I MISSED THE 9 MONTH ANNIVERSARY OF ME AND STARLO HELP FJEJDJSJ

Happy nine months to me and my husband!!