Dex, my tiny asexual son. Working hard to pay for school, working harder to keep his grades up. Constantly putting up with hyper-sexualized frat culture.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with anyone. Are you gay or are you straight?”
I mean, I love the idea of a whole gaggle of lanky red heads making Dex crazy and teasing him about his boyfriend (And literally everything)… But!
If he’s a foster kid, his focus and his temper, his skills at fixing everything… It all becomes something about proving himself, about being useful so his family will keep him.
Even after he’s adopted (I can’t stomach the idea that he didn’t) he’s so afraid of losing what he’s got. He’ll fight to keep them, he’ll fight to be so good that they’ll never regret him.
Eventually, he settles in, his parents and siblings reassure him he’s theirs until it sinks in, but, that drive to being doesn’t really go away. Neither does the anxiety.
I like to think finding hockey, finding the SMH in particular, helps. The family of choice atmosphere of acceptance and belonging smoothing out the edges of his first semester anxiety induced hair trigger temper.
His family checks in often, making sure he doesn’t have a chance to feel like they’ve forgotten him. To others, it might feel/seem like smothering, but for Dex it’s a reassurance.
Oh gosh, I could go on and on (especially if you want to get into how many families he went through/How old he was when he gets adopted/How he team reacts/How his family reacts to the team…), but I just have a lot of feelings about this.
Oh god! What if he has a biological little sister, and he refused to be separated from her, and his temper freshman year was because it’s the first time they’ve been separated!
Okay so there’s always the argument about whether or not aliens exist and recently I’ve been contemplating existence so I was thinking about what would happen if we suddenly discovered aliens but then something occurred to me
What if aliens don’t exist? Like, in the millions of planets and systems we don’t find any other life. Nothing. We find out that we are the only living thing in this giant and never-ending galaxy
i’ve been thinking about all those posts about “we need female heroes who do girly things”/”why is the female hero always such a tomboy” and then the response posts that are like “uhhh actually we don’t really have any really masculine female heroes either” so i was trying to figure it out—what do we have, exactly?
and really what we get is women who eschew “girly” things while still managing to look like society’s ideal woman. they would never touch eyeliner (they’re too busy with Important Things), but their eyeliner is immaculate. they have a huge, varied wardrobe, but wouldn’t be caught dead actually shopping for clothes. and it reminds me of the expectation that women must be effortlessly beautiful. don’t wear makeup or you’ll seem self-absorbed—but god forbid you look like you’re not wearing makeup. it’s interesting to me, that the impossibilities imposed on female characters are the same ones imposed on real women.
do you want to know something?? I always wondered what the hell kind of hairstyle the Ancient Egyptians were trying to portray with depictions like these
and this
until I did my hair this morning and
oh
welp
you can take the noses off our statues but until you find a way to take Egypt out of Africa we’re still going to find ourselves
I’m reblogging this post without all the salty, racist commentary because I’m sick of looking at it. please spread this around again in its pure form for posterity.
What’s funny is that white people thought they were hats/crowns 😂
And here’s some pictures of the Afar people, who still live on the horn of Africa today.
Cool, huh?
Beautiful
People thought it was Hats and Crowns? How could they not see hair?
The same reason archaeologists, upon finding a woman’s skeleton in the grave of a famous Roman gladiator, immediately wondered where the gladiator’s skeleton was: Old Straight White Man™ brand denial.
Same way they denied the Really Gay Egyptian Tomb, too. It’s kind of a Thing.
This post is amazing, I’m so glad it exists. I have learned.
I have a bad habit of fantasizing at any and every possible moment I’ll start fantasizing mid conversation or while I’m reading a book or watching a movie I just shut down completely and fantasize for as long as I can in order to keep myself excited
just moving along like everyone else 