Anonymous asked: do u ever cry abt space rovers bc we sent them out there to d i e

Okay, I mean, on the one hand yes.

But on the other hand, like.  

Do you ever sit back on your hands and look up at the stars and think about how we put little pieces of ourselves in space rovers and sent them up there to explore.  

About how humanity could have named them anything and we called them Curiosity and Voyager and searching-words and traveling-things.  

About how we crave exploration and learning and newness so much that we taught them to do the same, to seek knowledge and answers all their lives–because that’s all we do, you know, we have our little batteries going boom in our chests and we learn and grow and travel as much as we can before our batteries run down.  

About how we put a Golden Record of information from Earth in a ship and sent it out, just on the random off chance that someone would find it, and people added greetings and kind words and “please come find us, because we’re alone in this endless black and you might be alone too and maybe we can be not-alone with each other,” and then we entrusted it to one of these things that we had made. 

About how space rovers are each a message in a bottle, the best and most curious part of humanity, the part of ourselves that we hope is at our core, the part of ourselves that we believe is the most worthy.

About how we filled them up with our souls.

Because sometimes I think about that, and then I really cry.

Anonymous asked: I am really glad about your tags on that mom post you did. Everyone is always ragging on me because I do t talk to my mother, but they don't understand how shitty she is. And things like you said just help me not feel super shitty as well. Thank you.

Listen, honey, let me tell you a story about my family.  First of all, my mom and dad are the kindest, most generous, best people I have ever had the privilege to know, and I am grateful every day for their presence in my life.  

That being said.

My Yaya, my mom’s mom, used to leave bruises on me and convince me that I was insane, and that’s nothing compared to what she did to my mother.  She has caused directly four (five?) nervous breakdowns in my cousins, and drove one to the point where he called his sister to come keep an eye on him in case he tried to kill himself.  My Nana, my dad’s mom, is a decent person, or could be if she didn’t stand idly by while her husband turns violent and aggressive.  He’s a bitter, cruel, misogynist old man, and the shit they are literally right now putting my father through makes me see red.  I could gladly punch any of them in the face.  My response to hearing that Yaya has kicked the bucket will be literal tears of relief, followed by copious amounts of alcohol.  The best I can hope for is to be ignored, and I have resigned myself to that, but my god am I ready to be done with their shit.

So here’s the point to this unnecessarily personal rant: you’re doing right by yourself, and that’s what matters.  You looked at your situation and chose life over limb, and I’m really, really proud of you for it.  That is a brave thing to do and the only people who understand that are the people who are in the same situation.  

Family isn’t supposed to hurt like this.  You are doing the right thing.

Anonymous asked: nah, the hall pass/lockdown drill thing is something we do in my aussie school too. hall passes are accountability and are a (somewhat ineffective) method of reducing truancy. there are indeed people who cut class quite often, hence the hall pass (though we call it something diff here) and while you could argue that it's one's own responsibility to take care of one's studies, the school legally has a duty of care to us which gets problematic when someone is unaccounted for (cont.)

(cont.) just in case something were to happen. now, the ineffectiveness is because we don’t log toilet trips and so on into the school network, and rely on paper. if your student is missing carrying the only written record of them leaving at so-and-so time to go to the locker/toilet, what the hell is the use of that? the end goal is to make sure you’re in class as much as possible, because the point of a school is, after all, to educate. as a student, the place we are supposed to be (cont again) 

(cont. 3) during lesson times is in class, learning. the point of kids going to school and then cutting class IS inherently contradictory to the point of a school, and i do not find that outrageous. now, one of the phrases most kids in my mandarin class (not in aus, though, this was a while back) could speak accurately was, translated, ‘teacher, can i please go to the toilet?’ i suppose it’s respect for the teacher/school as well as making sure you go where you’re supposed to be going. (cont)

(sorry this is getting so long) getting to lockdown drills and so on, we do those here too. it’s just safety. we understand the likelihood of someone showing up to school with a flamethrower or grenade launcher or simply handgun is not awfully high, hence why the kids dont take it so seriously, but the adults are Dead Serious because there is always a risk and people should know how to react. like i said, its simply safety (cont but i swear last one)

(sorry) teachers and admins have to know who’s out of the classroom and where they’re going (or where they say theyre going), not only to verify truancy and accountability stories, but also in the event of an evacuation (fire/shooters/freak floods/elephants raining from the sky), then emergency responders know where and for who to look. so i dont find it all that outlandish. sue them, theyre taking precautions. (thanks for the long read lol)

First of all, this was genuinely a fascinating trip through Australian school regs.

Second of all, particularly in the US…I still feel like a lot of problems could be sorted out with tighter gun regulations.  That being said, yeah, I think there’s something to be said for knowing where your students are because, like, damn people definitely just wandered off in the middle of the day at my high school.  THAT being said, I think US schools get a little…obsessive.

Third of all, in the interest of full disclosure, I can guarantee you’ve never seen a school give less of a fuck about student safety than my high school, in this context.  So like I dunno if I’m the best source on this one.

Anonymous asked: okAY so maybe ive been thinking a lot about that winter soldier/tsoa/iliad thingy you posted and maybe i have also written like... a bit on it, but so WHaT huh

GOOD, I’M PROUD OF YOU

LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE ANON

Anonymous asked: do the work do the work do the work

Honestly y’all are champs, I appreciate the fuck out of y’all.

Anonymous asked: *pictures you eating fully-grown musketeers, screaming and stabbing ineffectively in your mouth*

I feed on the blood of heroes and the hearts of virgins.  They flail and writhe to no avail, for I am a dark and eldritch thing from beyond the stars.  It is vital that I believe in myself, for my worshipers are…gone, now.  We shall say no more about their fate.


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Anonymous asked: YOU GOT REBLOGGED BY SPACE-AUSTRALIANS

Holy fuck, you’re right.

I don’t even know how that post got so popular.  I just like to sit around and be a smart-ass about Legolas and Gimli, guys.  Also, since it’s not my post, I never know who reblogs it until someone tells me or it comes across my dash.

Anonymous asked: consider this tho: gwendoline christie plays rey and daisy ridley plays phasma bc a) have u seen that vid of oscar isaac and john boyega and gwendoline christie jamming all together to a led zeppelin song and b) small! terrifying! absolutely do not fuck with! phasma and c) rey using her size and strength to make dragging shit from wrecks easier and despite being able to beat junk selling food guy up does not bc she has no other way of getting food? pls consider

*gasp*

Anon.

Dearheart.

This…this is so beautiful…

I love this immediately, wholeheartedly, and entirely without shame.

Tall!Rey looming over Poe and Finn!

Small!Phasma staring Han down totally unimpressed!

*LONG GASP*

TALL REY BENDING OVER TO HUG FINN AND LOOKING SO AWESTRUCK THAT HE CAME BACK FOR HER.

STAMP OF APPROVAL

MAKE IT SO

Anonymous asked: bdsm ask anon here: thanks for that lovely, in-depth and polite reply (sincerely). tone's sometimes hard to carry through when it's just text, so thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt! that was quite an interesting read and i definitely have a better grasp on the concept now. cheers, vodka aunt!

No problem, anon!  I’m glad to help.  

Also, a short story for your good will.

My dad, upon coming across my answer to your previous ask: So…my question, as your father, is how you know so much about the BDSM scene.

Me, affronted: I do my goddamn research!

Dad:

Me: …And furthermore none of your business.

Anonymous asked: DID YOU WATCH SPIRIT: STALLION OF THE CIMARRON BECAUSE THAT MOVIE AND BALTO WERE MY CHILDHOOD

Okay…so.  

My relationship with a lot of movies I watched as a little kid is messy.  Spirit being one of them.  On the one hand, I think I recall liking it quite a lot.  On the other hand, I watched it with my cousins, which is pretty much a knee-jerk hate response because my cousins took their mother and grandmother’s perspective on me.  There’s a lot of movies that fall into this category, or, alternatively, the category of “I was too fucked up to deal with this movie as a kid” like for example Spirited Away.  It’s a pretty benign movie that I inexplicably had screaming nightmares about.  All of these movies fall into the much larger category of ‘very vaguely recalled because they were casualties of memory repression.’

So…I guess the end result is: yeah, I watched it, but like…it’s complicated and I’ll probably rewatch it now that I’m an adult on the other side of some therapy and get a lot more out of it.  Sorry this got kind of weirdly personal rather than being a response to the movie.