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mario will have no purpose

#this is the star trek i wanna see#like when somebody asked gene roddenberry why piccard was bald#because wouldn’t they have found a cure for male pattern baldness by then?#and he was like ‘no by the 24th century no one will care’#i wanna see that attitude with disability and neurodiversity#it’s not that we’ll have a magic cure for everything#there’ll always be something new#but disabilities and neurodiversity will be celebrated and seen as part of the norm#it will be accomodated#so blind people can serve in star fleet#and so can people in wheelchairs and autistic people and people with prosthetics and people with chronic illnesses (via @hunterinabrowncoat)

This episode ends with Geordi saving the planet by using something derived from the technology found in his visor (an adaptive device that lets him sense things around him). So a disabled man literally saved the lives of an entire culture that wouldn’t have considered his life worth living, using technology they would have never deemed necessary without the presence of his unique needs.

I don’t watch Star Trek, but I can’t stress enough how important this message is

I Got Reincarnated as a Minor Character and I Won’t Give Up on TS is the best webnovel ever written. incredibly transgender protagonist, not in the usual "whaaa I got turned into a girl?!" way but "what the fuck I didn't get turned into a girl????" way. and then she gets chuuni and wears gothic lolita clothing and wields a demon scythe that shoots lasers and is also a girl who she does yuri with and she acts all mysterious because she thinks its cool and has star theming. its awesome. she's awesome.

whenever she faces a social interaction she can't handle she starts acting mysterious and saying stuff that sounds like it has implications so the other party comes up with something on their own and reveals what they think she's talking about. instead of just admitting she doesn't know something. because it would make her seem less mysterious and that's not cool

she asks her scythe to act like she's deeply obsessed with her in a messy codependent master/weapon yuri situationship whenever her scythe takes on human form because she is a massive himejoshi. there are times her friends are in danger of actually dying and chooses not to intervene until the very last possible second because yuri could happen between them when they're pushed to their limits and giving their all

there are MULTIPLE TIMES she monologues to nobody in particular because she's somewhere she thinks it would be cool to monologue alone, only to have someone walk in on her and take her completely seriously. and then from there she has to act like she knew they were there all along because she would be less mysterious if she didn't act like she knew that.

she occasionally references "the organization" that's backing her. it doesn't exist. she's not even bluffing to make herself sound stronger. she does it because she thinks mysterious organizations are cool and it'll make people think she's mysterious and working in the shadows

so frustrating to be a skeptic with a sense of whimsy because like. I want there to be cryptids. I want there to be magic. I want there to be evidence of something we don't fully understand and can't explain. but then 99% of the "proof" out there for that stuff is like. the most obvious scam you've ever seen in your life.

Also on age verification: I have been on this website since 2011. Unless you think I started blogging at age 2, you KNOW I'm an adult.

It used to be cold. There used to be all these bugs.

Maybe he understood for the first time that to the boy he was himself an alien. A being from a planet that no longer existed. The tales of which were suspect. He could not construct for the child’s pleasure the world he’d lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child has known this better than he.

The grass used to be green in the summer not brown

In autumn, puddles would freeze overnight, and give the sharpest, sweetest snap when you stepped on them. All gone by late morning, but reappearing the next day with sharp crinkles and chimes.

mayflies used to coat the road so thoroughly in spring that their corpses made the road more slippery than black ice.