Anyway I have gotten a bunch of new followers lately so just to state it up top: terfs and radfems aren't fucking welcome here, take your gender essentialist trash somewhere else.

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Anyway I have gotten a bunch of new followers lately so just to state it up top: terfs and radfems aren't fucking welcome here, take your gender essentialist trash somewhere else.
i like to imagine how people in the post-material-scarcity future would romanticise the current time period.
having a job gave people a sense of community and purpose lacking in our modern age where nobody is forcing you to get out of bed on threat of starvation. actually the average office worker in the early 21st century was so much wealthier than a UBI-having-modern if you forget to count paying rent and also make some very bad purchasing power conversions. if you look at contemporary records (sitcom where the main characters are only at work when it's plot relevant) it is obvious that employment was never really a major obstacle to having an active social life or pursuing your own passions.
The Little Art Connoisseur (1863) August Friedrich Siegert
Last time this came around I showed my three year old and he said "He's little like me!" and stared for a whole minute (v. Long in toddler time).
concept: no astrophage au where eridians and humans still make first contact but like, properly. a whole diplomatic mission meeting in the middle of space to save travel time. stratt is humanity's greatest representation. the eridian equivalent is equally as scary and secretly soft. it's all very star trek.
but rocky and grace put the whole diplomacy thing in jeopardy by being too best buddy with it. like they're both really low level members of the mission. some engineer necessary for ship maintenance, and an obligatory molecular biologist they brought along in case they found more alien cells out in space. and these two guys like, somehow keep ending up hanging out essentially "at the back of the classroom." consistently left out of the actually important negotiations, and well, they're bored!
grace steals some laptops and starts jury-rigging his own personal translator for rocky, despite the fact that the official translation software is way quicker to learn and much more nuanced. rocky starts learning english, simplifies his eridian, and immediately starts mocking grace for needing the software. they start blabbing to each other about all the weird quirks of their respective cultures and advanced science their planets can do. the whole time they are ribbing each other about culture stuff. grace eats in front of rocky. rocky forces grace to sleep in a corridor somewhere so he can keep watch.
then stratt and the eridian leader find out and it's like
stratt: you. you've been meeting in private with a member of the eridian deligation?
grace: ... yyyes.
stratt: and you shared with them classified scientific documents?
grace: i... maybe gave him. a laptop. he's so smart! what was i supposed to do?
stratt: HIM? you've assigned male pronouns to a genderless species?
grace: he said he likes to match!
stratt: do you even know the name of this eridian?!
grace: i call him rocky :)
stratt: 😰
then on rocky's side of things it's like
eridian leader: sorry did you say you called the human after one of its digestive noises?
rocky: yeah :)
eridian leader: and. you've been telling it about how to make xenonite. one of our most vital trading resources.
rocky: yes yes, grace is very ignorant about basic chemistry 🙄
eridian leader: right. and you watch it sleep. despite the fact that all the human beings we have spoken to have described this as a cultural violation?
rocky: well he didn't like it at first but he came around!!
anyway both sides of the delegation are sweating profusely (metaphorically speaking) until they see rocky and grace in action and are like ohh! they're both freaks. we are not to blame for this. these two are just really bad at navigating cultural norms.
cut to grace curled up with rocky while he sleeps like a baby.
#smash cut to stratt and the eridian watching in utter horror as like #grace and rocky bicker HARD about something while using grace's duct-tape translator software #and grace is chowing down on ramen the whole time (massive eridian cultural violation) #and rocky is just utterly mocking grace in a way that would probably destroy the mission if it were to anyone else #grace and rocky in the situation like hell yeah normal every day workings this is how life is #stratt and the leader watching like. sure. i guess. this is our lives now #altho i think stratt's opinion would be less worry and more like #ah yes my molecular biologist who made venus out of plywood and duct tape #and who is making a translator software out of ramen and duct tape #im so glad i brought him along #between the two of us it was always going to be him who'd charm the eridian delegation via @poppyboppydoppy
i want to develop the leader character more so i'm jumping off these tags because i love them. i'm going to base the leader off clarity-of-song a.k.a. clara from my own fic. a linguistics expert and diplomat!
i think that stratt and clarity-of-song would end up basically in a crisis meeting regarding their rogue mission members and it would go something like this.
stratt: it's recently been brought to my attention that a member of my crew has been. informally meeting with a member of your crew outside of the strictly regimented and pre-arranged diplomatic crew-wide meetings that we're all here to complete and which took three years to negotiate.
clarity-of-song, working really really really hard not to use nervous tones because the fancy translation software can pick up on it: yes! we have also recently become aware of this. please be assured this crew member is a low level engineer without the clearance required to make decisions on behalf of the eridian diplomacy thrum.
stratt: yes, of course. we would also like to confirm that our rogue crewmember is a low-level microbiologist here strictly to provide support in understanding microbial alien life, and therefore also has no clearance to make decisions on behalf of the human diplomacy committee.
clarity-of-song, accidentally letting out a relief tone: yes! good. exactly. no one is to blame.
stratt: no one is to blame :)
clarity-of-song:
stratt:
clarity-of-song: so. your scientist. is he from a human culture where sleep-watching is more normalised? we were relieved to hear that he took no offense to rocky's faux-pas, but we were under the impression that this is considered highly offensive to humans.
stratt: oh, no, it's definitely not normal under modern human cultures outside of actively dangerous situations.
clarity-of-song: [desperately holding back three separate tones of WHY and FRUSTRATION and KILLING-ROCKY-INTENT]
stratt: however, in my time with doctor grace, i have learned that ... he is one to ... go with the flow. so long as the flow does not inconvenience him.
clarity-of-song: ah. in my time with engineer rocky, i have learned that they are very forceful with their opinions. this might explain some things.
rocky, who is present for this meeting but was sworn to absolute silent respect: use my human pronouns please!!!
clarity-of-song, using the full blown killing intent tone: i will not be doing that.
grace, also present: wait but isn't that like, transphobic? i had this one student, noah, who-
stratt: doctor grace.
grace: right! promised to not say anything. shutting up now. as requested. you're the boss.
stratt and clarity-of-song: [mutual, silent understanding that they should be thanking their lucky stars these two freaks found each other instead of anybody else.]
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ngl i will always like the idea of crossover pairings but the problem im having with what the project hail mary fandom and iron lung fandom is the accidental implications they have going on
like ok lets just ignore the super hot canonically queer rocks who definitely have this guy on their celebrity sex list, right. and i absolutely understand why no one ships eva.
the problem is he does, canonically, have a character hes actually shipteased with:
carl
HE'S RIGHT THERE
THEY CANONICALLY HAVE A (ALIEN) KID TOGETHER AND GRACE WAS SOOOO HAPPY ABOUT THEM HAVING A KID TOGETHER THAT HE PROUDLY TOLD EVA WITHOUT ELABORATING AND WEIRDED HER OUT
HES PRETTY MUCH THE LAST GOOD MEMORY HE HAS OF EARTH. HE TRIES SO HARD TO GIVE GRACE A GOOD MEMORY IN A TRAUMATIC SITUATION.
WHERE IS HE, FANDOM. WHY IS HE NOT IN THE TOP TEN. AS AN AROACE PERSON IM REALLY WEIRDED OUT THAT THE AROACE GRACE HEADCANON IS MORE POPULAR THAN SHIPPING HIM WITH THE BLACK GUY. WHERE IS CARL. AT LEAST LET HIM BE IN THE TOP TEN, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHO THE FUCK EVEN IS COLT SEAVERS
The lunatics on Facebook are posting about how the solar field I work on is suppressing vegetation by stealing the fertile soil from the fields and shipping it off . . . somewhere, I guess, and replacing it with "foreign clay and rocks" doused with a mysterious chemical concoction that will poison the land for decades to come, rendering it barren and unlivable and giving us all turbo-cancer.
Meanwhile 80% of my job right now is driving around the field seeing which areas are completely unworkable because the vegetation is six feet tall and the ticks would eat us alive if we tried to enter. There are dozens of butterflies anywhere you look. The deer and the foxes are frolicking among the panels. We've had to skip dozens of rows because birds are nesting in the wiring. The New York State Department of Environmental Conservation is breathing down our necks every second of every day.
Personally I think it would be really easy to notice if hundreds of acres - millions and millions of cubic feet - of topsoil were being removed and trucked out to god knows where but the Facebook lady says she has documentation so who knows what to believe
Conservatives who hate all environmentalists with a white-hot passion and think everyone should be allowed to dump as many chemicals into the ground as they want and any government agency attempting to regulate them is Literally Hitler: wow can you believe the government is just letting these foreign companies* dump whatever chemicals they want into the ground?!
*the site is owned by an American company, based in America, who works exclusively on American sites
The lunatics on Facebook are posting about how the solar field I work on is suppressing vegetation by stealing the fertile soil from the fields and shipping it off . . . somewhere, I guess, and replacing it with "foreign clay and rocks" doused with a mysterious chemical concoction that will poison the land for decades to come, rendering it barren and unlivable and giving us all turbo-cancer.
Meanwhile 80% of my job right now is driving around the field seeing which areas are completely unworkable because the vegetation is six feet tall and the ticks would eat us alive if we tried to enter. There are dozens of butterflies anywhere you look. The deer and the foxes are frolicking among the panels. We've had to skip dozens of rows because birds are nesting in the wiring. The New York State Department of Environmental Conservation is breathing down our necks every second of every day.
Personally I think it would be really easy to notice if hundreds of acres - millions and millions of cubic feet - of topsoil were being removed and trucked out to god knows where but the Facebook lady says she has documentation so who knows what to believe
Holy shit, you guys!
BookLife, an affiliate of Publisher's Weekly just wrote an absolutely glowing review of my novel, Reality's End!
Reality's End follows the perspectives of two main characters as they attempt to cope with the sudden return of magic to the modern world: D
Babb’s wildly inventive debut fantasy drops readers into a post-Shift Canada where magic has replaced physics, fairies now occupy and run Parliament, and the new prime minister reluctantly must ride a dragon. It’s a bold premise, but Babb keeps it grounded through convincing and amusing attention to bureaucratic niceties—meetings, committees, and paperwork—and two well-drawn protagonists: Julia Chen, a theoretical physicist clinging to her scientific worldview in the face of the “uh, phenomenology that we call ‘magic,’” and Chuck Oakes, a politician grinding through the moral compromises of life under occupation who suddenly finds himself tapped by Fairy Viceroy Elestrine for the role of prime minister. While Chuck and the Canadian Parliament face the fact that they now serve only in an advisory capacity, Julia navigates the new reality of ghosts, dragons, and a portal in the woods, applying her rigorous mind to understanding magic and how to set the world back. As the first book in Babb’s Theory of Magic series, this fast-paced tale strikes a heady blend of magic, politics, comedy, string theory, and adventure as Julia ventures north in search of answers with the mysterious “ore-spinner” fairy she dubs “Mr. Elsevier,” whose guild of element-manipulating mages may have an apprenticeship for her—if she can impress them. As she discovers that science is less wrong than it is incomplete, Julia’s efforts to make sense of the world compel as much as the physical journey of her classic quest. For Chuck, the dragons, ghosts, and fairy monarchs arrive as administrative problems, though his dealings with manipulative Elestrine and her tyrannical mother, the Winter Queen, make for a pointed look at how power works, in fantasy or reality. The world-building is strong throughout, starting with the “Shift.” Post-apocalyptic Ottawa is rendered with quiet menace, with Parliament ringed in frost and institutions hollowed but still standing, and Babb balances tension, danger, wit, and a sturdy backbone of science. This smart, satiric, yet heartfelt fantasy doesn’t neglect the dragon action. Takeaway: Smart, witty fantasy of powerful fae occupying the Canadian Parliament. Comparable Titles: Susanna Clarke, Katherine Addison.
Hot take but "yet you participate in society! Curious!" is a shitty comic used almost exclusively to defend doing things that are harmful because the alternative would require a bare modicum of effort. You should not, in fact, keep buying iphones and ordering from Amazon because "well that's society I guess"
Or rather, if you're vocal about how harmful Apple and Amazon are, you should expect people to rightfully point out your hypocrisy if you then continue to support them.
I get it, no one can live a life completely free of supporting horrible companies and everyone is going to prioritize different causes but like. C'mon. Not ordering from Amazon is insanely easy, and"no ethical consumption under capitalism" doesn't mean "I should never be held accountable for how my choices contribute to the very problems I'm constantly complaining about".
Hot take but "yet you participate in society! Curious!" is a shitty comic used almost exclusively to defend doing things that are harmful because the alternative would require a bare modicum of effort. You should not, in fact, keep buying iphones and ordering from Amazon because "well that's society I guess"
[*sees an enjoyable post*] haha this post is enjoyable [*remembers a post by the same OP that was genuinely the dumbest thing ive ever read*] i mean its okay i guess
they're selling anti-ai slogans on sweatshop-produced t-shirts. i don't need to write the poem for you to get it do i
And he called himself Warriormale. He ran a blog that was officially about martial arts, but everyone knew it was really about him exploring his deep-seated homosexual urges.
“drop the damn towel kennedy!” he’d say…and we’d cheer, oh we’d cheer…
3 am and I'm sitting here googling "toddler won't fall asleep" as though maybe they solved the single most fundamental problem of parenthood while I wasn't paying attention
Tbh I thought any animated show would probably satisfy his little toddler brain so I put on Futurama but this kid got up, picked up the remote, and handed it to me with some stern babbling until I put on sesame street. That's me told I guess
I am so sick of sesame street 😔
WHY IS HE AWAKE AGAIN
This kid has slept a grand total of four hours. All attempts to get him to take his morning nap have failed. He is DRASTICALLY overtired and is pitching inexplicable tantrums over every little thing.
I love him to death and I'm so glad to have had him overnight but thank God my sister just picked him up. SOME of us are ready for a good morning nap.
Rocky and Grace are yelling at each other. Rocky stops mid argument to demand that Grace put on his angry eyebrows. Grace immediately stomps to the whiteboard, stomps back over with the dry erase marker, draws angry eyebrows on the xenonite ball. the argument continues