I gotta figure out some prompts or direction for some Datashir because they make me so stupid happy and I need more of them
I can’t stop thinking about this. And about Data in a relationship. Data is very cleanly and clearly asexual I think and I love him that way. But he’s also at least in my eyes very cognizant of closeness and friendship and intimacy and a sort of queer-platonic closeness with others. The sexual act is, I suspect, fairly irrelevant to him except for whatever service or pleasure it provides his partner. But what do the other aspects of intimacy mean to him. Literally to be close to someone else. How do you interact with the idea of intimacy when you have no sense of physical touch and no inherent concept of nudity or embarrassment? To what extent are you affected by someone stroking your hand if you can’t feel it? If you are, inherently, unbothered by nudity, completely unashamed, does the simple act of being naked in front of another person, even non-sexually, carry the same weight,the same implication of closeness and trust? If the very guts of intimacy are to share information, feelings, experiences, parts of your body with someone else that you do not normally feel comfortable sharing, what does that mean to you if you don’t really experience those inhibitions to begin with? Or maybe he DOES. You can never tell. Are the wheels turning in Data’s head so fast all of the time and is he functioning with enough theory of mind all of the time to immediately understand that when someone interacts with him in a certain way it’s because that person knows how that interaction would make someone elsefeel and that their desire to invoke that feeling in another is a representation of their own feelings? I hold your hand because I want to make you feel loved because I love you. What’s that LIKE if you’re Data. God I am obsessed
Me: I need to stop feeling like I have to publicly Perform my love for every show/movie/book I enjoy on social media— I need to repair my relationship with the internet by engaging with media on my own, without posting about it. I need to relearn that my emotions don’t need an audience to be real, and my experiences don’t need to be turned into polished bits of writing for other people’s consumption to be sincere. I can experience things Just For Me
Also me: buT the show about the Flags that Mean Death was so GOOD !—
Thinking about love and how quick you can lose it and how quick you can gain it how some of it lingers beneath your skin and some of it gets lost every time you reach out and how some of it never gets a chance to properly grow and some of it becomes dead vines wrapped around your heart and how it hurts and makes you crazy and helps and changes and is just always there ready to take hold of you in any way it can in a scary way but also in a way that comforts you more than you’ve ever known
as much as I appreciate the fact that there are people in the Silmarillion fandom who are willing to see Melian as more culpable and responsible for various ills than the text seems to indicate, I feel like this comes at the expense of an aspect of Elu’s character that I wish more of us would explore
namely, Elwë Singollo, Monster Fucker
this guy comes upon a minor god in the woods, a god that we aren’t even told is in a recognizable human form, and his innate reaction is “I’d tap that”
then once the enchantment lifts (over them both, not just him) and his free will is back in action they immediately get to babymaking and kingdom building
not only that, it’s his descendants that are interested in interspecies romance
he’s the equivalent of a Tumblr blogger crushing on Venom, only he got his wish
