Call me Hylian (yes that's a legend of zelda reference), any neopronouns/they/she. Aroace (I am loud and opinionated about the aro part in particular), enby, genderqueer. In my 20s. I write fanfiction about found family, friendship, and idealized fictional medicine. You can find me as HylianEngineer on both AO3 and FFN. I'm obsessed with Star Trek and Torchwood in particular but I hop between fandoms frequently and unpredictably. I also ramble about ecology, soil science, anthropology and archaeology, and my job as a lab scientist which I love very much. Please don't expect coherency; my blog is exactly as chaotic as the inside of my head.
This is a pretty small blog by tumblr standards, but you might know me from either the aromantic-frog-prince-saved-by-childhood-special-interest post or the "we've averted an entire degree celcius of global warming since 2015" post.
Friendly notification that I am playing around with my pronouns again. In addition to they/them and she/her, you are now invited to call me xe/xir, ze/zir, fae/faer, or any other neopronouns you can think of.
Basically, my pronouns are now anything except he/him. I will probably be updating this based on how this experiment goes.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Update: I have decided I love being called neopronouns now, and I'm adding the addendum that the weirder a pronoun set is, the more fun I'll probably consider it. Also, feel free to mix and match them, that's also fun! Get funky with it!
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Future Star Trek writers should be required to swear a blood oath to just forget section 31 and never mention it again. putting that up on the shelf, you had your fun. back to utopia time.
last week I was deep in the trenches ploughing through work and mid-afternoon realised I'd neglected to open the blinds and the room was a little dim, so I got up to do that and discovered that a car had flipped onto its roof directly outside my flat and the entire street was closed and flooded with emergency service while they dragged someone out of the vehicle and packed them into an ambulance. so now every time I open the blinds I'm a little like the dog with the ham sandwich bush. what the fuck could it be today.
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For the last time. A bear is a FAT hairy man. FAT. FAT. Say it with me because it's not a bad word. Bears are fat men. Stop showing me dehydrated and muscular hairy white men. That is not a bear. That is some generic white guy I don't want to look at. Give me real bears or give me death.
In light of recent events, I have begun submitting bug reports when I see mature content labels applied inappropriately to posts, especially if an appeal has been rejected.
for what it's worth: after a few months of submitting help tickets as 'feedback' when i saw a post inappropriately flagged as mature, i tried following this suggestion instead. today i got my first-ever response from tumblr support on this issue, letting me know that a post i'd submitted a ticket before has had its mature content flag removed.
This is legitimately brilliant. Bug burndown reports (the rate at which your software team can close bugs) is a major metric for most software houses.
It takes an extra step in our part, but this is part of what makes it effective. It's not one click, one reblog activism and it hits them where they care: their damn KPIs.
there is an open door that you are choosing to ignore
every day it closes a tiny bit more
you desperately want to go through the door
but you don't
why?
you say you're scared. you say you don't know what the other side is like. you've never been there, after all
you talk to other people about it. they say going through the door is the best decision they ever made in their entire life. they say they've never been happier. they say that the door is still wide open and only closing very slowly, that there is still time. they tell you how much they regret not going through the door sooner
Short list this time since I also wrote a little discovery fic for the phone.
You guys have my full permission to use anything in these posts for writing or drawing. Just tag me so I can yell about it, please!
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Grace is bored. Bored, bored, bored. Capital B, bored.
Rocky, his partner in crime and entertainment is currently 2 hours deep into his 6 hour nap leaving Grace on his own in these enrichment deprived times. He's currently laying starfished on the floor of the dormitory running through every project they've come up with to fill time and get ready for arriving to Erid but none of them are sparking joy at the moment.
Grace groans, rolling onto his stomach and thumping his head on the floor hard enough for Armando to chirp in concern.
“It's fine, I'm fine, everything is fine,” he mumbles into the floor, “Not going crazy or nothin'.”
Armando chirps in a decidedly disbelieving way but returns to standby anyway.
Another minute passes before Grace fails his legs in frustration like a toddler and introduces his toes to the wall -hard-. He yelps, pulling his leg up to grab his toes so he can continue rolling around the floor like an idiot.
“Oh, sugar honey iced tea, that was a bad idea. Mother fluffer.”
He almost doesn't hear the panel he kicked fall to the floor..
“Oh good, now I'm breaking the ship,” he wheezes, “Sorry, Mary.”
“Apology accepted, Dr. Grace.”
He drags himself over to pop the panel back into place when he notices a device crammed between the wire bundles. Carefully, in case it's actually a part of the system, he works it out from the space and finds himself holding a smart phone with OLESYA written in silver sharpie on the back.
Heck yeah, contraband.
He sends a quick thank you to his crewmate before scrambling to the junk drawer for a suitable charging cable. Gosh he hopes this thing has games on it. Not that the laptops don't, but playing Candy Crush on anything but a phone feels like sacrilege. Knowing Olesya this thing probably has half the app store installed with all the ads removed.
He crows in delight when he finds the right charging cord and nearly vibrates while the thing charges to 10% before he can't handle it any longer and powers it on. In true Olesya fashion, the power up screen has been modded to say “Go Fuck Yourself :)” in Russian before bringing up the lock screen which is the Hail Mary patch edited so the ship is a vibrator. Grace has to hold back tears because it's so her that it hurts. Luckily, she didn't set a password so a quick swipe opens the device.
Yao, Olesya, and Dubois stand proudly behind a mess of apps littering the home screen. Grace can almost feel his attention span shorten as he scrolls through his new entertainment options before opening the settings to check the storage limits and cackling at the absurd amount of space she'd managed to stuff into this off brand monstrosity.
The gallery storage managed to catch his attention as he closed settings. It was taking up nearly a quarter of the storage space and he needed to know what the heck Olesya was hoarding in there, hopefully it wasn't just porn.
It was not.
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When Rocky finally woke up it was to Grace holding a small rectangular device and making horrific choking sounds. His glasses were pushed up into his hair and his face soaked in tears.
“Grace?”
His thumb swiped across the surface of the rectangle and he let out another awful squealing sound.
“Grace?!”
Grace raised his hand in a “hang on” position before setting the rectangle down and launching into a coughing fit.
Ah, wait, Grace is laughing. Rocky vented a sigh and resettled into a “loaf” to wait for Grace to “get his shit together”. It took about five rounds of calming down and then immediately starting to giggle again before Grace was finally able to at least communicate that Rocky needed his light reader before falling into yet another giggle fit.
“Guh! OK,” Grace managed to croak out. He'd crawl over to rest his back against the xenonite tunnel so Rocky could get a good shot at the screen of the rectangle.
“I found this in the wall about four hours ago-”
“What is?”
“Uh, cellphone. I think I kinda explained it a while ago? The whole Apple vs Android rant?”
Rocky nodded, “Consumer loyalty.”
“Right, this one is specially built by Olesya but the system is based on Android. Overall this is what most cell phones look like, at least when I was on Earth.”
“What use, question? No reach Earth for call.”
“No but this is a smart phone, it's not actually intelligent but it's basically an even more portable laptop. Not as much storage and not great for typing but it condenses several other objects we used to carry around like cameras, notebooks, and even our wallets into one small device.”
Rocky gave an impressed whistle, “So what on cellphone make Grace laugh, question? Thought you got stupider while Rocky sleep and forgot how to breathe.”
Grace stuck his tongue out at him before turning the device on and tapping at the screen, “I found some old pictures and videos from the Project. I think half the storage on this thing is dedicated to the crap we did on Stratt's Vat, she even downloaded a copy of the internal ‘Vatchat’ app.”
Rocky hummed like he knew what Grace was saying.
“Here, let me show you.”
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Carl taking a break on the couch, he's holding a thick novel and wearing itty bitty reading glasses. Grace is being pinned behind Carl to the back of the couch, it looks like he passed out mid-struggle.
Grace, Ilyukhina, and a couple lab techs trying to teach Armando to dance.
Dr. Lamia giving Grace, Ilyukhina, and a couple lab techs a stern lecture for trying to teach Armando to dance.
Compilation of scientists standing up and stretching accompanied by horrific joint cracking.
A sign detailing the newly instated mandatory stretch routine and chiropractor/physio appointments. A note threatening mandatory exercise is scribbled in the bottom corner.
An incident report about citric acid poisoning.
A notes list of all the incredibly out of date sayings that Grace picked up from the older teachers and the old VHS tapes he played for his elementary work-study classes. (Sometimes the American lab techs would go check the calendar date when he said something particularly bad and then yell "It's not 1997, I checked!”.)
A video series styled and edited like the Bill Nye series but it's Grace explaining astrophage and the Hail Mary Project in a kid friendly way. (These were released to the public.)
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March 2026 was the first month that renewables generated more power than natural gas in the US. In fact, fossil fuels generated less energy this past March than they had in any March for the previous 25 years.
As clean energy continues to grow (over 90% of energy capacity added to the US grid this year will be renewables) we will see more and more months like this.
Please don't forget about loveless people this pride month. Love doesn't make us human. People don't need to love in "other" ways to be valid. Some people are aplatonic, some afamilial, some asensual, some are heartless. They still belong. Abolish conformity and the idea that someone needs to be something specific to belong at pride.
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