Even the simple things can hide the most beautiful meaning, you just have to open your mind. 🌌✨🌌 Starry / A.G. / Dri / Rey | Latine, Venezuelan | Queer nonbinary nebulous boy | He/They | 27 | ENG/SPA ✨✨ Lover of stories, traveler of fictional universes and fan of many mediums 🌌 fave things include animation, graphic novels, superheroes, sci-fi, fantasy, music, space, animals, flowers and stories about found family and friendship. ✨🌌✨ this blog can be considered a Multifandom space and belongs to a multishipper who also loves Gen with all their heart ✨ Sometimes ramble in the tags way too much! 🌌 Love & Peace 🌺
I didn’t say nothing at the time but in mid-November of last year my family and I tested positive with Covid-19. Luckily it didn’t hit us so bad, though it gave us a good scare because both my parents have other health conditions that could have put them at risk (actually my mom had to spend a week in the hospital because of that reason, it was a really long week to say the least) but! we isolated ourselves and took care of each other and by the beginning of December we were alright already 😊
I wanted to make this post because I found a really helpful thread on Twitter about what you can do if you or a loved one tests positive and I wanted to share it with you because there’s quite amount of discussions about what to do to avoid get infected but I haven’t seen much on what to do after you do get infected.
thinking about the potential for mech pilot body horror/dysmorphia. seeing something high above you or farther away than you can easily traverse with your own body and feeling a rush of vertigo, as though you should be able to reach out and touch it, or clear the distance in a single stride. after so long spent inside the mech that it’s become like an extension of yourself, it can be difficult to adjust to being human again.
the mech adjusts to you, as well. pilots being uncomfortable with new or reassigned mechs isn’t just a matter of personal preference. an old mech whose previous pilot is no longer fit for active duty (or no longer alive to undertake it) carries the muscle memory of that pilot in its own synthetic tendons, which protest against learning your own body’s movements and shape. a new mech has to be broken in. it’s like teaching yourself to walk again for the first time.
physical definition isn’t all that remains, either. a mech can come to carry echoes of a pilot’s consciousness, well-worn grooves of thought and memory imprinted onto its circuits. a mech that has been piloted by the same person for long enough can be said to develop a personality of its own, reflecting that of its pilot. and mechs that lost their pilots in particularly brutal combat can become haunted by ghosts in the machine, and react violently to the presence of a new body and mind in their cockpit, unable to accept anything different that tries to fill the emptiness left behind.
I love dracula. Everyone’s a foil to each other. Johnathan and Renfield. Lucy and Mina. Lucy and Johnathan. Lucy, Mina, and the vampire ladies. Seward and Sister Agatha. Seward and Dracula. Seward and Van Helsing. Arthur and Johnathan. Arthur and Dracula. Quincy Morris. Dracula and Mina. Dracula and Johnathan. Van Helsing and Dracula. Van Helsing and Mina. Seward and Mina. Ms Westenra and the Innkeeper’s wife. Lucy and Mr Swales. Lucy and her mom. Quincy Morris. It’s such a good book.
whenever a kid is signing up for a library card and they and their parent have good silly vibes i like to treat it like a knighting ceremony. i’m like “jacob, child of hannah, i bestow unto you this card of great freedom and power. are you prepared to take on the literary responsibility of your very own library card? i believe you are.” and it always makes them laugh and feel very important it’s so much fun. like yeah we do a little improv at the library we do some bits
Queer is such a good word, I love it so much. I love being queer, I love being around other queer people, I love queerness in general it’s all wonderful.
Very cool life update: I am hopefully getting a tattoo of my favorite cave painting ever by someone who is equally obsessed with lost species of humans, I made bread for a friend who biked to get it from me, I have begun packing my belongings, and I think for a moment it is okay.
The boys are going in my body this week I am so stoked
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