gatheringbones:

gatheringbones:

I love the tension of “you can’t possibly want to be with someone like me” in queer stories, and the unbearable tension that results from someone saying “yes I very much do”

think a lot of straight stories get their tension from “is he safe? is he trustworthy?” versus like. hardly daring to believe that something this good could be happening to you of all people, as stigmatized as you are. and once you believe it you have to keep believing it, and dismantle every internal defense that keeps haranguing on that of course this isn’t happening to you because you’ve imagined the whole thing from top to bottom. the internal horror movie that goes on every time a queer person allows themselves to acknowledge something powerfully good in their lives and how much they stand to lose if it gets taken away from them.

it’s just different.

inthetags:

reblog and put in the tags your url but a word is replaced with fuck

dykemd:

in my this cannot continue and yet it does era

imperfectandroid:

this somewhat applies to all vorta too but i cannot physically fucking describe how insane weyoun makes me even outside of weyoun 6 it’s like. you are a clone and all your life and all of your prior lives you have served One Purpose and that purpose is to serve your gods who you are genetically programmed to obey in all things and you cant see or smell or taste and you have no family or culture or history or even a real life and nothing you own is yours and you cant make art and youre not allowed to feel or disobey or do your job badly ever or your gods will kill you and you are so so so endlessly curious about everything around you because you know that there are things you’re missing out on so you look at skies you can’t see and eat food you can’t taste and stare at art you can’t make heads or tails of and you collect anything you can find just to pour over it hopelessly and you keep on doing what you were made to do and even if you wanted to kill yourself they would just erase that urge from your brain before they brought you back

luulapants:

Story time:

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.

anupalya:

punkzcakes:

the-orangeauthor:

writingfeedsthedarkestones:

lectorel:

lilyemrys:

“no i will not elaborate” is such a fun line, but unfortunately i have adhd and am incapable of shutting up. yes i will elaborate

Yes, I will elaborate and that is a threat.

I will elaborate but it won’t make anything clearer

Yes I will elaborate but I’ll forget my original point after 30 seconds

I will elaborate and make it everyone’s problem

I will elaborate and you will learn five new things, none of which are related to the original topic.