Hello, I'm Claire (she/her), a computational materials physicist in her early 30s. I reblog everything any anything, and occasionally post my own thoughts. I post fractal art sometimes, check #fractal art and #fractal flame tags for some examples. I post a lot about rocks and minerals under #mineral specimen. #wizard shit is self-explanatory. I don't really do much other social media, but you can find me @CharyouTree on app.wafrn.net if tumblr burns down.
We've also recently figured out that we're plural! All of us are facets of Claire, and can honestly answer to that name, but we also have nicknames or alternate middle names that we refer to each other by. On this blog you're mainly going to hear from Cassandra, our most common fronter since she reformed after our egg cracked and [deadname] crashed and burned, but there's a few other facets that we know about so far that you might hear from every now and then:
Bunny (she/her), our 2nd most common fronter. She's a version of our tween selves who's SO happy be back and to learn that I've helped us transition! A smart cookie who's excited to learn and make friends, she's the one who insists that we take care of ourselves and be nice to each other. She has her own sideblog where she posts her own thoughts, and a lot more of our thoughts about plurality more generally (and pictures of bnnuys :3) @claires-bunny
Aegis (she/it/he) Scared and angry teenager. Normally he only comes out when we’re panicking. Its only motive is to fight back hard enough to run away. She’s been in denial about being a girl, and now also about being a system. Thinks all of this is ridiculous.
Æon (any) A being of molten crystal and black flame. Comes out in moments of transcendent positive emotions, frisson, awe, and cosmic perspective. Wants to be indestructible to bask in the majesty of the universe. Complement of Aegis.
Serena (she/her) Catgirl who LOVES fish :3. Her aspect is catharsis, healing, tears, tranquility, and meditation. More likely to front after we've recently cried. A woman of few words.
Saturn (he/him) Reincarnation of our old host [Deadname], after many months banished to the void after our egg cracked, and Cassandra took over as host.
Athena (she/her) a teenager who's still growing and learning after she split from Bunny. Ambitious, outgoing, a little bit chunni, she's our drive to become who we're meant to be.
The DJ (they/them) They don’t talk, but they have a soundboard of our favorite songs and echolalia and they mercilessly @ us with them.
Know what? I personally love it when trans men and masculine leaning enbies enjoy the parts of masculinity I just didn't vibe with. It wasn't for me. But I can absolutely appreciate you taking joy in it. Hell, I'll give you pointers so you can have a better time if I'm able.
Anyone saying trans women hate trans men or masculine enbies is lying. If I had more masc shit to give away, you bet I'd be handing that shit over. Go have fun with it. Don't listen to the transphobes. Go do what makes you happy.
learning that "ordeal" didn't get loaned into germanic languages from romance languages but that it actually happened the other way around feels about on par with finding out what language akimbo comes from
STAY SAFE!! [ID: the Gilbert Baker pride flag with the words “Happy pride to all those who are unable to celebrate openly and safely. You are loved and seen!” in all-caps black text over it. /end ID]
Twice, Ryland Grace is faced with the same pivotal decision: to save himself, or to save an entire planet.
The first time:
He is surrounded by white (bravery) and is wearing yellow (cowardice)
The world is telling him to be brave, but he can’t, not yet, because he is a coward.
He has lost his identity and autonomy
The decision is already made (he must die)
He is all alone (he doesn’t have the bravery gene)
The second time:
He is surrounded by yellow (cowardice) and is wearing white (bravery)
He is in the middle of his namesake: a field of rye. The field is the yellow of cowardice; that is who he was, but he can’t be that, not anymore, because he is brave.
You know who you are. You’ll do great.
The decision is already made (Rocky must live)
Rocky’s ball is beside him (he has found someone to be brave for)
i like when eridians describe grace in other-worldly, incorporeal, eldritch ways. that he's beautiful and terrifying at the same time. a horror you can't look away from because you don't want to miss a thing.
you can never get a clear listen to him. his primary sense node is covered in "hair" and the part that isn't is hidden by two crystals that refract sound waves in a pleasing but disorienting way. he covers his body in billowy cloth at all times. not snug and sensible and unobstructive like eridian coverings, but loose and layered, draped and flowing.
the most clear part of him are his internal organs. because yes, the alien's carapace isn't sound-proof. his single heart beats insistingly in his core, his lungs exchanging gas constantly, his long digestive tract always bubbling and contracting. his thorax is packed impossibly tight and it's all moving and singing.
and it shouldn't be possible, with how fragile he is, for that internal pressure to maintain. how does the thin membrane of his external organ (another horror that sends eridians reeling) keep it all contained? his "skin" is so easily pierced, cut, bruised, burnt, how does he not split open under his own mass?
when savior rocky first arrived home and described the environmental needs of his alien, the scientists thought he'd made a mistake in his frantic panic to get everything out. it isn't possible this being lives at such low atmospheric pressure, at half the gravity, and in a gas that's nearly double the weight of ammonia. in a gas so dangerous, so caustic. and if it does then how is it obligately terrestrial like rocky claims? shouldn't it fly or float instead? (and then to see it in the water, learning that it can float or sink at will.)
and this alien has come bearing gifts that will not only save your species but launch it into impossible heights of technological and intellectual advancement. he has discovered the solution to astrophage and bred it to thrive on threeworld and translated his instructions into eridian. he has given your people the complete sum of his people's knowledge, advanced in ways the eridians can't believe and behind in ways that seem ludicrous. and he has given his life for your people to have these things.
he knows how your solar system was formed. he knows how the universe started.
his name means beautiful and generous and relieving.
Don’t forget its body can also produce an acid strong enough that it can dissolve metal and the only thing stopping it from dissolving the rest of the body is a layer of slime the depth of one Eridian finger and it just stays there like that for its entire lifespan. Also it’s got rocks on the inside of its body and its got organs and tissues on the outside. Imagine that - you meet the first intelligent life and it basically looks to you like it came from The Fog That Turns Everyone Inside Out from the Simpsons
there genuinely is something to be said about how every trans person ive met has been mistreated or hurt so badly. it breaks my heart and it has informed basically all my relationships with other trans people, i go out of my way to affirm their joys and uplift them and love them however i can. i think especially in this day and age trans people are very much in need of extra kindness and care. it doesnt need to be huge. but let your trans friends know you care, please. tell him that he looks handsome today. remind them that theyre really fun to be around. let her know that you like her jokes. hug it and hold it gently. be honest, be open. please, for all the love there is, be kind to trans people
Polynesians did also rely on a form of a physical map called a stick chart, illustrating the specific wave and swell patterns surrounding different island chains. These were particularly helpful during cloudy conditions when the sun and stars were less useful. To navigate the Marshall Islands, the Marshallese represented ocean swell patterns using parts of coconut fronds and shells as islands. Like a subway map, they don’t so much represent distances as they do relationships. The complex and decorative stick charts were often only understood by the person who made them. They were memorised before a voyage by the pilot who would lie on the floor of a canoe to get a sense of swell movement and often lead a squadron of 15 or more boats.
In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.
Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.
What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.
The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.
So whenever I see crap like Elizabeth Holmes’s blood test scam or pharmaceutical trials which are unable to be replicated or industry-funded research that reaches wildly unscientific conclusions, I just remember those fucking sweet potatoes. I remember that curiosity dies when people are just trying to give their superiors the “right” answers, so they can get the grade, get the job, get the paycheck. It’s not about truth when it’s about paying rent. There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.
Feels like a good time to remind certain people that this is coming from Judith Butler, who is not just a leading feminist philosopher, but also THE COFOUNDER OF QUEER THEORY
The literal cofounder of queer theory as an academic field says that abandoning trans people is fascist logic.
The voices in our community trying to exclude us may be loud, but they are not right, and they do not speak for the community as a whole or our history or anything at all.
Trans people belong here. We always have, and we always will.