No, said Aziraphale, it's ineffable.

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Raspberries and giggles are an old human tradition… but Sarek doesn’t know it.

spicyshimmy

Vulcans don’t understand the phrase coochie coochie coo. They have a literal interpretation of the phrase ‘pet name.’ (‘Amanda, I-Chaya is a pet name. Snugglepants is not. Likewise, our son is not a pet. He is a Vulcan infant. You d not intend to put a collar on him in the traditional human interpretation of pets, do you? I must strongly object.’)

Vulcans don’t coddle or swaddle. Changing diapers may be the most illogical action of all. They’d never turn a spoon into a spaceship during mealtimes.

But their babies do cry. They fuss and feel. They smile when they’re feeding and whimper in their sleep. They aren’t quite as warm as a human but they provide warmth all the same—however illogical that might seem; however illogical it is to crave warmth on a hot, desert planet like Vulcan in the first place.

Vulcans don’t feel the need to agree that drool is charming, that quieted tears are precious, that the streaks that remain on flushed green cheeks are beautiful, in their own, sad way.

But when Sarek stands behind her and places his arms around her arms, the flat palm of his hand against her knuckles, both of them holding Spock’s head, Amanda knows just how capable they are of love. The man she married behind her. The man their son will become nestled against her breast. The love they share, quiet for the time, but no less real because it isn’t loud.

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aceofwands replied to your post “Seriously, sometimes people take things too far on this website….”

Yeah, I’m getting rather sick of feeling like I have to constantly censor myself in case I offend someone. Like, I try to be supportive and accepting, why can’t that be enough for some people?

yeah this is why I gave up censoring myself recently. I was making myself upset and a lot of the “activism” on tumblr was getting me down as well. Because there seem to be a whole generation of people who think that constantly blogging about something will make it change.

No. It won’t. You need to go out into the real world and campaign. You need to harrass your MPs and your senators. You have to demand change in a real world setting. Blogging about it may raise certain amounts of awareness, but it will not change something.

So much of the “tumblr activism” now isn’t even about raising awareness. 90% of what I see is “x is better than y” and how everything needs to be a certain way. While yes, I do agree with the basics, I DO NOT agree with the way Tumblr goes about it. Guilting people for being a certain way is unfair. It has gotten to a point where a friend I have on here actually doesn’t want to come out and say she is straight because automatically to a large part of Tumblr “that makes her the problem.”

No, it doesn’t. She’s actually LESS of a problem than the people who say these things. It’s the overreaction to EVERY little thing that just does my head in. Some of these people are going to have a truly rude awakening when they reach the real world because you cannot go around shouting about how unfair something is without having a plan of action into how you are going to demand change.

I can say this from experience, my local MP hates me purely because I contact him at least once a week on disability rights issues. I go to his office and have a sitdown with him every few weeks where we talk about what I would like to see brought up in parliament. Even if it’s never really taken seriously (my MP is a far backbencher) I do all this in real life. I go on marches and help organise protests.

Yet people say to me “oh I can’t do that, it’s too hard.” - It’s no harder than blogging about it. It’s no harder than talking about it. I’m 25, have a severe neurological condition and related disability in my right leg. Alongside fatigue. If I can do it, anyone can, and that is what is truly needed.

Sorry, this turned into a bit of a rant but it’s something I’ve wanted to say for such a long time.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

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