So I was rewatching Galaxy Quest for the hundredth time, and you know what struck me? The Thermians.

I mean, we all remember these guys. They’re hilarious. Enrico Colantoni came up with the goofy mannerisms, and the rest of the actors followed suit. This resulted in some of the most phenomenal group character acting that I’ve ever seen.

But have you really thought about this race? What do we know about them? They are at war with the Sarris Dominion. A reason is never given, but we know that this war has devastated them.

Considering the number of Thermians, we can assume that an entire race has been diminished down to merely a few dozen, perhaps a few hundred. Already, we know that this race has seen hardship. Just look at the spaceport the Protector leaves from to meet Sarris:

It’s a small detail only shown for this one short, but all I can think is that this is the cannibalized remains of what was once the planet Thermia. Just try to comprehend what these people have been through.

Also consider the people themselves. They’re an incredibly naive race, almost like children. It’s an entire race of “precious cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure.” They copy what mannerisms from humanity they see, creating appearance generators to put their new human friends at ease, openly hug people they like, etc.

They’re so naive that they don’t even have a concept of deception until Sarris introduces it to them. They have such a difficult time getting their head around the idea that someone would deliberately say something false in order to fool and even take advantage of someone else.

In fact, I bet the Thermians have never dealt with any sort of shades of gray morality. Something is either good or evil. They learned what evil is the hard way, because of Sarris and his attacks on their people. But they can still separate the good from the evil.

The Thermians idolize the actors because, quite simply, they’re heroes. According to the historical documents, they save people and they always do the right thing. These people can never do anything evil in their eyes.

I mean, just look at Mathesar’s face when Jason explains that they’re actors. Mathesar can’t comprehend the concept, until Jason finally admits, “We lied.” Then he’s just…broken.

It’s never occurred to him that good people can do bad things, but now it does. He probably spends much of the time offscreen during the following twenty minutes or so trying to get his brain around this new concept. Thankfully, he handles it pretty well:

Still, my heart breaks a little for this race now. Sarris is defeated, but they still have to deal with the ramifications of this war that they have now won. There are still only a few dozen of them. They have only some copycat technology and the shattered remains of their home planet. I wonder how this precious cinnamon roll race went on with their lives, rebuilding with this new understand of how the world actually works, how morality actually works.

Yup. Bet you never expected to read Galaxy Quest meta, did you?

Wow just break my heart like that

What if dogs destroy shoes because thats what we put on before leaving?

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In the mound.

For years, we had listened to my grandfather. Do not go near the mound. Put milk and bread out every night. Wear the bits of iron around our necks. Safety. That’s what he said it was all for. And of course, we believed him.

When I was ten, my cousin visited. He was from the city, and he laughed when we put out the milk and bread. So we did it for him, in his name. Grandpa would have been proud. We hid iron in my cousins shoes, with a sprig of holly from by the front porch under the left sole so he could never lose his way coming home. We tried so hard.

But then he pushed my sister, called us mean names. He said he wanted the mound people to come. He was 12, he didn’t believe they were strong enough to do anything, he could beat them up. We tried to apologize. We put sugar on the bread to sweeten their minds. They didn’t care.

Our milk was curdled, rotten and stinking in the morning. The bread was black and hard, and my grandfather said the cows wouldn’t milk and all the chickens eggs had had their inners sucked clean. He asked us if we had remembered to do what was right, and we told him that we had. We didn’t tell him what our cousin had done. We didn’t want to get in trouble for letting him say it.

The next morning our cousin was gone. His room was covered with little handprints, little feet on the walls and windowsill. At the bottom of the window was some footprints, but they were much bigger. My grandfather muttered about the leipreachán, the brownies, the pixies. He never named the mound folk, but he knew. We all knew that they had taken my cousin.

My grandfather went to the mound later that day. He cut a lock of my sister and mines hair, braiding it round a sprig of holly. He carried an ash staff and an iron knife, old country iron and bronze at his wrists and throat. He took gifts, because you never went to the mound without them.

He was gone for three weeks.

Grandma fed us, always saying he would come home. And he did, with something that he said was my cousin. The were both dirty and bruised, and my grandfather had aged. My cousin said he had snuck out and been lost in the woods, and had been found by our grandfather by the river. He still swears the mound folk aren’t real.

But his eyes are green instead of blue. And at night, he sits on our windowsill and eats bread and milk, singing soft songs while he winks at us, asking us to take off our iron.

The worst feeling is going to a party and then once ur there, realizing how tired u are but u can’t leave bcuz somebody else drove :-))))

Someone who doesn’t watch Star Trek explain what’s going on

So what would aliens think about our art?

We have beautiful paintings of valleys and mountains

And then there’s the derpy surrealist paintings like this

For real though we always say “oh yeah humans would be one the greatest artist in the galaxy” and then we go and have an eternal devianart stage.

“Send nudes, not nukes” is the “make love, not war” of this century

Our generation would be a lot different if we publicized, televised, and red- carpeted the Nobel awards for peace, chemistry, and medicine the way we do for the Grammys/ Oscars/ etc…

I read an article about how Millennials don’t carry cash on them and got annoyed and literally yesterday I was out with a group of friends and NONE of us had cash

I mean if you get robbed you can cancel the card and transactions. if you get robbed for cash that’s it man

millennials are ruining the robbery industry.

If a piñata doesn’t break, is it broken?

Puente de Piedra, Cabo Rojo

We could all see the same color completely differently, but we’d never know.

Humans Are Weird

Okay, so “human” is the specie name and “adaptation” is our game, right? What if it isn’t our numerous physical adaptations (ability to weather both hot and cold, for example), but our mental ones? More specifically, our ability to completely restructure our own thought processes. If any of you have read Mastermind: How to Think Like Sherlock Holmes, then you would definitely see what I was referring to.

But imagine a creature that can learn a language or the layout of an area through habit alone? A creature that could teach itself not only to gain more knowledge, but to be able to utilize that knowledge in various ways and to be more observant? I like to imagine that all sentient species have a “child” phase, in which their minds are the most elastic. But what if human brains keep that elasticity for longer? 

If you imagine other sentients to be somewhat like Elves and Dwarves, than you see that Elves are inclined towards Arts and Dwarves towards physical tasks and metalwork. It’s what they’re pretty much built for. What if humans are the unknown variable in that each human is built to fulfill a role in a GROUP setting, not as an individual (all humans are made for and desire social contact, we are social by nature because we were built for groups. If aliens are made to be solitary, or more solitary than humans, then they are built to be self-sufficient. Thus the heavy reliance on one trade.)

So humans on a ship? Well..:  What’s the Human Jade good at? She’s a Defense Pilot? Wasn’t Human Oliver complaining about eyesight too poor to be a Defense Pilot? Human Navea wants to be a cook? I thought this was a battle-species?

And other such gems! Basically: human minds are so oddly wired and I doubt any other species would have minds that directly replicate ours (and vice versa) so I love to see how this would effect interactions between aliens and humans, and what’s more common versus what types of traits are uncommon.

HOLY SHIT YES,

Got anything for this @geraldmariaivo ?

I do now @the-true-space-fandom! Though probably shitty so spare me the ‘meh’s and ‘it’s alright’s. 

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  At first, not much aside from their absurd strength from their high-gravity homeworld seemed to set humans apart. The only thing that had to be done to make sure they didn’t end up accidentally smacking the ceiling from taking too enthusiastic a step was sew some weights into the uniforms, or just purchase heavy materials to make them out of. Simple fix. Translation errors weren’t uncommon, so many species had words for things that only existed in their species that it was easy to gloss over- especially when there were so fucking many languages the one species spoke. Regardless, humanologist linguists decided to find out what these errors meant, and get as close an approximation as possible. 

  It was during this time that things got a bit….mixed up. Really, it started out as a simple misunderstanding. Every now and then a human pilot would try to cook something, and probably burn it or freeze it wrong, or accidentally liquefy a dish that was supposed to be solid. An engineer would be seen typing things in on a personal log- several logs even- that had little to nothing to do with their job. A cook might be caught ‘doodling’ in a sketchbook, or on one of the default memo programs. A bit odd, but they were likely raised in a family of diverse interests and grew up around those two the most. After all, one could only learn so many different things for so long. Once you’ve matured, you can specialize slightly, but that’s about it.

  It wasn’t long afterward until the humanologists had come out with an approximation of the human phrase “Jack-of-all-trades” or “Jill-of-all-trades.” What they came out with was scoffed at, after all “A person who does almost everything” was absurd. People were trained and taught in the immature stage and that’s it. There’s very little learning that can be done.

  Or so was thought. 

  Over time these Jacks and Jills of all trades became more and more frequent. A defense pilot would work one shift, and then cook a small meal, then work his defense shift again, and then start helping the engineers. A cook would stay up at night sewing, making elaborate costumes of their favorite fictional characters, assembling small electric self-defense devices, or even writing out something called “fanfiction.” Meanwhile the archive master would go out when their workday was done and practice the use of brute force in something called “Boxing.”

   The number of such reports increased, and humanologists moved from the language, to the mind. They asked human humanologists- excuse them, anthropologists- and what they found out shocked the entire community. Humans can reprogram themselves. Which was, by the way, impossible by every sense of the word. They can train themselves to act like those around them to better adapt to the environment. They can train themselves to think things they know aren’t true for the sake of happiness. Their children learn slowly compared to other species, but it’s more than made up for by being able to learn and train yourself through you entire life. 

  What was even more unbelievable was the number of incidents where humans were reprogrammed sheerly by accidentally hitting their head in some odd way while this other human hit their head the exact same way and nothing of the sort happened.  The same thing went with getting shocked, traumatized, being physically impaired, or any and all possible combinations of those factors. All because of their absurdly and unnecessarily complicated brains in which so many things can so easily go wrong, but sometimes go unexpectedly right. 

  Humans becoming more observant to be like their favorite fictional character. Humans slowly adopting the mannerisms of those they hang out with. Humans learning how to play a dozen or so musical instruments, and then tackling calculus and mechanics. Humans learning so far beyond the limits of any species known, that by the time word had gotten out to halfway across galaxy, they were on nearly every ship that could afford one.

After all, why wouldn’t you want the Jack-of-all-trades?

Damn! Your writing is always so fucking good!

“Jack of all trades, master of none, but better than a master of one.”

I’d say more I I should go the fuck to sleep

““Die mad about it” is my favorite shade ever. Now stop making women justify wanting birth control coverage because of all the other health care benefits the Pill has.”

DIE MAD ABOUT IT.

DIE MAD ABOUT IT.

me: I’m skeptical of choices made in discovery and I’m a little disappointed in some aspects

some ass: yeah trek’s become too pc and Michael burnham is a dumb, emotionless character

me: wow can you believe Michael Burnham is the best trek character to grace the screen and also discovery is the best show I’ve ever seen in my life it saved the franchise

Exercise is great for helping manage Depression. Medication and a doctor are essential.

I really need people who don’t know shit about living with mental illness to stop talking about it, because they’re hurting those of us who live with Depression and other forms of mental illness.