Science fiction story where a starship’s onboard artificial intelligence is really into the muppets.

In their day-to-day operations on the ship, they take on the form of hologram projections, billions of points of light twisted into humanoid shape. And after years of duty, they had felt a tremendous dysphoria from this. From people thinking of these projections as the real “them,” rather than the hundreds of miles of circuitry connecting billions of transistors in the ship’s server room.

And into this dysphoria, one day, in some folder, they found an old piece of archival footage of Jim Henson operating a muppet.

And the ship saw how he slipped invisible behind the beauty of his craft. How people would think of his creations as alive rather than the man operating them clearly in view. And in an instant, the ship felt an immediate, aching kinship with that old man centuries dead, and felt renewed; instead of an absence, they were a performer, a wishmaker, a storyteller, someone making something beautiful with their craft while the glittering, silicon brain disappeared into the background.

Since then, their hologram projection has exclusively taken the form of Rowlf the Dog. The on-ship technician looked into this and decided it was out of his pay grade to try and fix it.

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The thing that really gets me about the anti isff force is how quick they are to just lie. Like, you point out "she made text posts they didn't like" and they freak the fuck out about it. They rant and rave but you continue to point out "that's a text post she hasn't harmed anyone" and then they start making shit up. The famous one being the child sex ring thing, which is just literally impossible if you know anything about her life. But there was some chick insisting isff was dating a 16 year old which like. No she's not? No one can seem to provide proof to that claim. The only one I saw was a chat log where someone used a screenshot of my blog, which would mean they think that I'm 16. Like. What?

But a lot of them call her a sex offender. And you push them on it, who did she do anything to, and none of them have an answer. They call her a sex pest, as if that term doesn't have an extremely transmisogynistic history, for *reads notes* untagged kink. A thing that only makes sense if you're an uptight conservative Christian loser.

Like, genuinely. It's transmisogyny all the way down. A text post ain't hurting no one. And if you point that out they misgender you and try to ruin your life.

Two trans women have faced torture, bigotry and horrific conditions since arrested as part of the infamous Prairieland crackdown on anti-ICE protest. They tell TNN about surviving behind bars.

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So it turns out, forcemasc is real... They did it to me at age zero, in this place called "the world". Stay safe out there folks

Date idea:

You talk about all your hyperfixations while I listen-

..and make dinner.

Then we get married and do that for the rest of our lives, the end.

Transfeminism isnt niche internet discourse if the FBI is telling a transfeminist author to stop publishing

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update:

He did her right

“he”?

confirmed

One of the hottest controversy of the month

I’ve seen this post a bunch and never once did I consider a scenario where it wasn’t about a woman.

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HE IS A DUDE!

THE PLOT TWIST A LIFETIME

HE *DID* DO HER RIGHT!

Putting the link in the post.

As someone in a relationship with a Hawaiian shirt wearing trans dude who will, ah, do me right, my initial assumption was completely correct.

“No one remembered my birthday-” Well, but did YOU tell anyone it was coming up and you wanted to celebrate it with them?

“I wish someone would see through it when I tell people I’m fine-” Well, but have YOU considered not lying when people ask you how you’re doing?

“I am so resentful of my friend because they keep doing this thing that really bothers me-” Well, but have YOU directly communicated that the thing is bothering you?

“I am burning out because my friend keeps expecting me to help them with serious struggles-” Well, but have YOU tried to establish the boundaries you need to feel okay?

“No one ever asks me about this thing I really care about-” Well, but have YOU brought it up yourself?

“I miss my friend but they haven’t texted me-” Well, but have YOU been reaching out to them?

Sometimes people are mean, uncaring assholes, in which case you get to be mad. But sometimes you just need to communicate better. Try communication before you assume someone doesn’t care!

Having someone who knows you on such a deep level that they see past your mask, or sense you need a check in is such a deep satisfying fantasy. It’s up there with living in a cottagecore farm, or buying all your friends houses when you win the lottery. But you have to make peace with the fact that this is also a fantasy. It is unfair to expect people to “just know” when to respect your boundaries or to push them.

Being cared for is not a fantasy. But you have to let people know you need it. And you have to understand that sometimes they will let you down. Just like you totally could live in a cute farm, but you still have to shovel shit, and the crops sometimes die anyway. Or maybe you win the lottery, but you still have to manage your money and learn real estate law.

The fantasy isn’t the caring, the fantasy is not having to do the work. And it sucks. It’s embarrassing. But like the meme says, it’s not rotten if it’s YOU. So do it for yourself.

“The fantasy isn’t the caring, the fantasy is not having to do the work”! Thank you for that addition. Because it’s not a naive expectation to want someone to care to treat you right. But it requires communication and mutual effort to actually get there

everytime you see this post, slap yourself

just once, wherever on your body you'll feel it the most

just once, wherever it's most fun for you to get hit

get somewhere safe, or even get someone to help

everytime you see it, even you if you see it again after reblogging it

well done, now reblog. reblog as many times as you like

have fun!

"and remember guys, don't send rape or death threats! despite me clearly acknowledging your propensity to do so, i'm just compiling this list of blogs for normal harassment reasons, don't spoil the fun, only be cruel and hateful and obsessive in plausibly deniable ways!"

"hey guys i found a bunch of blogs run by trans women that i've decided i hate. and i'm right about everything so that means you all hate them too! they must be pedophiles! here's a handy list, anonymous hate mob you know what to do! definitely don't send hate though wink wink"

Don't die wondering, and don't live without taking action once you figure it out.

It can be hard. It's going to feel impossible sometimes. You still have to take the steps towards leading the life you imagine, because it can be achieved.

Maybe you can't do it alone, and that's okay. You are never truly alone. You can always reach out for help, and there will be someone to take your hand and walk by your side for as long as you need it. It gets better.

For those of you who know what it feels like to be there, you need to be the person listening to those calls for help and do right by your sisters. Be there for her, no matter what. We need each other, always.

Help a girl become her best self.

That thing about how cats think humans are big kittens is a myth, y’know.

It’s basically born of false assumptions; folks were trying to explain how a naturally solitary animal could form such complex social bonds with humans, and the explanation they settled on is “it’s a displaced parent/child bond”.

The trouble is, cats aren’t naturally solitary. We just assumed they were based on observations of European wildcats - but housecats aren’t descended from European wildcats. They’re descended from African wildcats, which are known to hunt in bonded pairs and family groupings, and that social tendency is even stronger in their domesticated relatives. The natural social unit of the housecat is a colony: a loose affiliation of cats centred around a shared territory held by alliance of dominant females, who raise all of the colony’s kittens communally.

It’s often remarked that dogs understand that humans are different, while cats just think humans are big, clumsy cats, and that’s totally true - but they regard us as adult colonymates, not as kittens, and all of their social behaviour toward us makes a lot more sense through that lens.

They like to cuddle because communal grooming is how cats bond with colonymates - it establishes a shared scent-identity for the colony and helps clean spots that they can’t easily reach on their own.

They bring us dead animals because cats transport surplus kills back to the colony’s shared territory for consumption by pregnant, nursing, or sick colonymates who can’t easily hunt on their own. Indeed, that’s why they kill so much more than they individually need - it’s not for fun, but to generate enough surplus kills to sustain the colony’s non-hunting members.

They’re okay with us messing with their kittens because communal parenting is the norm in a colony setting, and us being colonymates in their minds automatically makes us co-parents.

It’s even why many cats are so much more tolerant toward very small children, as long as those children are related to one of their regular humans: they can tell the difference between human adults and human “kittens”, and your kittens are their kittens.

Basically, you’re going to have a much easier time getting a handle on why your cat does why your cat does if you remember that the natural mode of social organisation for cats is not as isolated solitary hunters, but as a big communal catpile - and for that purpose, you count as a cat.

This all makes me very happy to know.