Chaos as we gaze at the ceiling

I’m saying it because cis people will never care for us on our own.

Stratt was a historian. She wasn't just pirating for the sake of entertainment for the astronauts, she was doing a full historical backup of the planet. Who knows how much knowledge and communications ability, how much art and culture and history, how much niche knowledge of how to make specific pieces of modern technology or modern medicines, was lost as the wars for resources isolated everyone, as the death tolls led to the deaths of specialized trade workers and scientists, as the power grids failing across the planet (or cut off, potentially) led to all the cloud servers going dark. Stratt was facing methods of combating extinction and she did her best to ensure that if/when the Hail Mary worked, it would send back not just the hope of the future in the solution to the astrophage, but the restoration of history and culture and knowledge.

everything, and put it all

on the Hail Mary.

There is no moral.

The wolf eats you one day,

And until it does,

The forest is beautiful

Inspired by my recent love of the Raven Thrower (it looks like a corvid that you chuck at things!)

Also obligatory reminder that it’s the final week on my Bluminarmour fundraiser. If you want to see me test dumb stuff in proper historical armour please consider pitching in and/or sharing!

Somewhere on my blog I reblogged another song by Sub-Radio, that is apparently a Tumblr exclusive. It is a spoof on MCR's Black Parade called You're Scaring Ron.

I remembered another song they did called Stacy's Dad. I saw a galaxy brain comment that I needed to share.

Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.

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