do you ever think about how advanced we’d be in women’s health care if we spent more time researching female reproductive health instead of plastic surgeries to exploit women’s insecurities?
the fact is there is no good way to treat PCOS, and when they try their primary focus is on fertility and not overall health.
life is exactly like Civilization where someone decides what we’re going to research next and then we fill up beakers until we get the new technology. the cruel man-o-centric manocracy assigned beakers to the “exploit women” tech and not the “cure PCOS” tech. nothing in medicine is complicated, especially the endocrine system!
nothing we research increases our general knowledge and ability to do multiple things with multiple applications, of course. we don’t know how to do plastic surgery because it’s simpler and part of a larger body of medical knowledge, it’s because we specifically assigned beakers to the “plastic surgery that exploits women’s insecurities” tech
Her hair was a rich autumn auburn, her eyes a deep Tully blue. Grief had given her a haunted, vulnerable look; if anything, it had only made her more beautiful.
alecto didn’t know how long she could pretend to listen and pay attention to the other. in fact, their words seem to pass through one ear and exit the other; she was far too distracted. “oh, yeah. that seems awful.” she responded distractedly, obviously not paying attention.
✿ ───── amongst plenty of notions that whisked within, none perturbed her in essence moreover than discerning and disquieting herself o’er the matter that, in a flash, the school year will come to and end and familiar faces will vanish into thin air, bittersweet memory of them left to linger until her turn will come to leave in the same old-fashioned style. amidst haunting echoing dark halls in the similar manner of a century’s ghost, whilst accompanied by a tiny creature which had happened to be her dear new pet, with a deft motion of her nimble fingers, a petite frame halts before vaunted window and shifts upon the sill with a swift motion. the shadow encrypted on the floor was in fact a loaming plight, first instinct wielding her to grab the kitten and hold it close whilst dark orbs squint a little, at an unfortunate attempt to decipher who’s the person’s shadow she was staring at with a thumping heart ❛ if you’re intention’s to pry on me, at least come forward, i don’t bite … she might though … ❜
alecto hadn’t expected to encounter someone so soon - a few moments earlier and the girl could’ve seen something she wasn’t quite.. supposed to. alecto stopped in her tracks, light hues observed the other, looking her up and down. a familiar face, yet no name came up in the carrow’s mind upon their meeting. just a girl and her kitten, it seemed. no reason for the slytherin to be wary, she thought - so alecto stepped out of the shadows. “ i don’t pry -- i observe. and i must admit, the cat does look more threatening. “ alecto remarked. “ prying would also imply you’re at least doing something interesting. are you? “
( cis woman | she&her | cemre baysel ) —— isn’t that ALECTO CARROW? yeah that is them, sitting there at the SLYTHERIN table with those other SEVENTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees the child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth; a cracked mirror framed with gold; crushing tightness in your chest; spells whispered in the dark; it’s better to not feel anything at all; the calm before a storm; . anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty SHREWD, SPITEFUL, and UNSCRUPULOUS. apparently they’re a VENIT TEMPESTAS/DEATH EATER and PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related. —— [ aaliyah : gmt+2 : 22 : she&her ]
tw:: abuse
name: alecto amaltheia carrow
birthday: june 14th, 1959
blood status: pureblood
sexuality: homosexual
affiliation: death eaters
spoken languages: english, turkish, latin, french
perhaps alecto carrow could’ve been someone else. as a little girl she was soft-spoken, gentle & loved to read. not a mean bone in her body, the carrow’s friends would say. she would spend her free time playing with the house elves or keep herself up all night so she could finish yet another story at the carrow library. her parents thought it was pathetic.
the carrow household was devoid of any warmth or affection. it was a cold, soulless place. what the carrows considered disclipline would often border with punishment.. and even more often with abuse, both physical and verbal. amycus was her anchor, alecto would say. she couldn’t even imagine surviving any of that without her brother.
there’s a saying that goes, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. that wasn’t the case with alecto carrow. she grew to be full of hatred; spiteful, possessive. she felt the need to be in control of everyone and everything around her; she would switch between aloofness, attempting to bottle up her feelings until.. she couldn’t anymore and simply exploded. slow to forgive & one to never forget anyone who has ever wronged her. her wrath has no bounds.
her parents have never expected anything more of her than keeping her mouth shut & to find herself a nice, proper pureblooded husband. a good match has been in the search for quite some time now; the carrows would throw dinner parties, introduce their daughter to family friends and their sons. being with boys.. it felt wrong. for some time, alecto thought there had to be something wrong with her, or that love had been yet another book trope that only existed in fantasy. that was, until she got her first girlfriend.
alecto despises her parents. she has always craved power; power of her own. being in the position to hurt someone has always made alecto feel good, even if it’s a short rush. which is why alecto has taken the dark mark; she does believe in the cause, but it’s not her main motivation.
it’s hard to be alecto carrow’s friend or lover; some failed relationships have caused her to close off even more when it comes to letting herself be vulnerable with someone. vulerability equals weakness in her mind.
wanted connections:
best friend/s. i imagine they’d be quite the toxic bunch.
past flings. nothing too serious.
most recent ex. alecto actually ended up falling for this girl. their relationship was messy, but passionate - it made alecto feel alive. the break up was the messiest of them all, though and now these two can barely stand to be in each other’s presence.
partner in crime. someone who’s always down to break the rules or dabble in the dark.
fake boyfriend. most likely a friend that alecto drags along to family dinner so her parents can get off her back about betrothals. or this person and alecto owe each other favours.
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