So, now that we’ve experienced the thoroughly explosive new Stevenbomb, there’s a
burning question that we all want the answer to:
What happens next?!
Steven’s now willing en-route to Homeworld in order to keep
his friends safe from harm, the Crystal Gems powerless to stop this
heartbreaking scenario from playing out right in front of their eyes.
They’ll need a plan, and fast. But the glaring issue here is that their only
space craft has been stolen reunited with its rightful owner again. The upshot of this, of course, is that the
Crystal Gems now have no way of reaching space.
Or, do they…?
Upon being freed from the mirror – and subsequently healed –
by Steven, Lapis couldn’t get off the Earth fast enough. In a relatively short amount of time, she was
able to fly herself all the way back to Homeworld without the aid of a vehicle.
We know that, Peridot aside, Steven is the one person who
Lapis cares for the most. She’s already
effectively sacrificed herself to save him in the past (this being her logic,
no matter how questionable it might have been, when forming Malachite in order
to stop Jasper from hurting Steven) – so she’s going to jump at the chance to
save him again.
I daresay that the Crystal Gems will be well aware of this
and will want/need to enlist her help, along with Peridot’s. Peridot is, of course, the most “modern” Gem
of the group and is the only one with prior experience of the current-day
However, another issue could arise here because (in a manner
of speaking) Aquamarine and Topaz were sent to Earth because of Peridot. If she hadn’t
filed that report all the way back in Marble
Madness, things might have played out very differently indeed.
I’ve theorised in the past that Peridot is internalising a
lot of the guilt that she undoubtedly feels for her past actions (trying to
kill Steven, the fusion experiments, almost leaving the Earth to be torn apart
by the Cluster, etc) and that, eventually, something
would cause all of this guilt to come spilling out. I have to wonder if she’s going to blame
herself for Steven’s capture and that, ultimately, this is going to be the
thing that tips her guilt over the edge.
Peridot has recently been showing an awful lot of compassion
to one individual in particular, continually putting this individual’s happiness
and comfort first…
Could it now be Lapis’ turn to be there for Peridot, just as
Peridot has been for her?
When Lapis and Peridot find out what happened to Steven,
there’s going to be a lot of upset
from everyone. Sometimes upset can turn
to anger, and blame might start being attributed all around. Perhaps the Crystal Gems themselves will begin blaming Peridot for what happened.
I can’t stop thinking about Peridot feeling guilty and
getting very upset about the whole thing, prompting Lapis to say “It’s not your
fault, Peridot…” before glaring at
the Crystal Gems and adding something like “You’re not the one who let them take him!”
I feel like Lapis might be harbouring some resentment for
the Crystal Gems and that she’s going to see Steven’s capture as being another reason
not to trust them. As I mentioned
earlier, Lapis considers that she actually sacrificed herself to save Steven –
so this line of logic could lead her to thinking that the Crystal Gems could
have done more to prevent him from being taken.
Is it fair to apportion blame like this? No – but that’s what can happen when
something this distressing and
Regardless of whether or not the “blame game” comes to
fruition, everyone will have to calm down from their upset eventually and
figure out what to do. They’ll have to
set aside any differences/disagreements that they may have and come together in
order to rescue the one person who ultimately binds them all together – Steven.
And this is where
things could get very interesting indeed.
Lapis can travel through space, but it’s unlikely that she would have the physical strength to
carry multiple Gems with her.
However…what if she’s not just Lapis
at this point?
I think a fusion between Lapis, Peridot and the Crystal Gems
(effectively creating another Alexandrite-esque Gem) is highly unlikely, for a
number of reasons.
Alexandrite is an incredibly powerful Gem – and so was Malachite,
Lapis’ only other fusion to date. If one
were to combine these forces, the resulting Gem would be unstoppable. This would be ideal,
of course; but, from a storytelling point of view, it offers a solution that’s
too simple. A “get out of jail free”
card, if you like.
There’s also the aforementioned issue of Lapis perhaps not
fully trusting the other Crystal Gems yet, as well as a huge question mark
hanging over the stability of a fusion involving six Gems. Lapis has also
been left traumatised by her experience as Malachite, so I feel like she’d only
fuse again with someone who she was very close to – with a dire emergency like this
one being the catalyst to get her to try fusing with someone again out of
Luckily, there is someone
who Lapis fully trusts, who she spends almost all her time alongside, and who
she’s living a very harmonious relationship with…
…and so this might be where we finally see our Lapidot fusion!
To me, it makes absolute perfect sense. Lapis can fly through space at an alarming
rate, Peridot knows all about modern Homeworld – and, if necessary, their
fusion might actually be able to carry the other Crystal Gems along with them!
Imagine a scene where Steven is in a room on Homeworld (or,
alternatively, still on-board Aquamarine and Topaz’s ship). Suddenly, a new Gem – the Lapidot fusion –
comes bursting through the door, the Crystal Gems in her arms/clinging onto her
back. That would be an amazing scenario.
Of course, the nature of the show is such that we see
everything from Steven’s perspective. I
wonder if the show will break this convention soon in order to show what’s
happening on Earth ahead of Steven’s inevitable rescue. We obviously know he’s going to get rescued somehow, but the tension and build-up
would be somewhat watered-down if we see the Crystal Gems’ plan play out in the
form of a The New Crystal Gems style
flashback episode. That’s still a
distinct possibility, of course, but I must admit that it’d be nice to see the
show’s formula get slightly shaken up in the next episodes.
He’s written the spoiler right on the first page, like a shit, and he’s ghastly. He really is. Only- of course he isn’t. Quite the opposite. She uses the book to hit him in the chest. He laughs.
You’re the worst gift giver in the world, she informs him. He waggles his eyebrows, and she’d kiss him if Sirius wasn’t here. You two should kiss, Sirius says through a mouthful of crisps, looking on with mild interest. James shoves him sideways and then does, in fact, kiss her. He tastes like tea and mint.
The boys wear party hats all round London. Remus has five coffees, Peter loses his scarf to the wind and Sirius throws away a twenty pound note because he thought it was a very poorly made napkin. It might just be the best birthday she’s ever had.
Naturally she can never tell James this because he’ll just be unbearably smug, as opposed to the bearable level of smug he is normally. He buys her an ice block and then precedes to rip into her for picking lemonade flavor, which he has been told by Remus is the ‘most basic’.
Pathetic Lily, truly embarrassing, he says, and she reaches up and snaps the string of his party hat. Being eighteen feels no different to being seventeen, still being told by a choking James that she’d just ‘broken his throat’, still laughing when Remus says that it’s probably a blessing, still liking them all an inordinate amount.
Afterwards they go home, the two of them, back to the tiny apartment where they eat and sleep and make breakfast. When they’d moved in she’d used James’ wand to flick all the dead moths off the windowsill and to get her back he froze hers in ice. Sometimes when she can’t sleep and her brain is a blank wall she’ll get up, walk around, breathe. She can look at any surface of their place and think here. I kissed you here. I loved you here.
She goes through the door and there is a cake on their bench. The top slants to the left, lopsided, and the icing has melted all down the sides. She freezes, staring. James bounds past her and tries to prop up a drooping candle. I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to ice it while it was still hot, he confesses, guiltily.
She keeps staring. You made me a cake. She says, fumbling around the words. I don’t know if you can still call it that, he says, distracted, trying to even out the slanting top by shifting the icing. She cannot believe him- waking up early just to make her a cake. Her heart is swollen. She could break a rib.
Happy birthday Li- he starts, but she has surged forward and is kissing him instead. His hands are sticky from icing, on her face and jaw and neck and he made her a cake. In this kitchen, in this apartment, in her space, he was here. There has never been a better boy than hers, and here. She loves him here.
“In the art style she[Allura] has white features!!!!”
Wow…look at these characters….with white facial features because of the style
Yet you can obviously tell they’re black
It’s almost like….you can portray their actual ethnicity without having to draw the actual features of that race.
Lol don’t even fucking play, you know damn well in an anime when they have a dark skinned character you automatically know they’re black or at least a poc, stop making excuses for your racism it doesn’t exist [the excuses for racism]
And this sweet space angel seen here has afro textured hair(Don’t try to fucking play you know damn well white people can not get their hair like that don’t fucking try), a hair type only seen with black people or those related to/mixed with.
So any argument that is against this and outright denies that she is coded as black is fucking false.
And don’t fucking try to say “She’s an alien!!! She can’t be black or have black features”
Buddy, I don’t know about you but if you’ve watched any movies featuring alien characters where the actor needs to get painted nine times out of ten it’s a black woman.
But hey if you’re still not convinced there’s a weak, whiny white princess you can back to in Golion if you can’t fully accept this beautiful black goddess you don’t in any way, shape, or form deserve to look upon as you do.
At the Playground, Jemma tries to free Fitz from his demons.
In space, Fitz tries to find a way free them both.
Together, they will have to find their way back to each other before they can find their way home.
Sometimes, he’ll catch a glimpse of her in the hallway. It’ll be the flip of her ponytail as she rounds the corner, or the flash of her pale wrist as she reaches for the food tray. He tells himself he can’t know that it’s her in the same moment he’s sure that it is. It probably shouldn’t surprise him that he knows her that well, but maybe it’s seeing her at all that’s the surprise. He hasn’t seen any sign of Coulson, May, Elena, or Mack; Daisy, who has been of special use to the captain, is occasionally marched by him so fast that he never has time to react. So by what luck has he managed to be closest to her? Anyone with sense would know to separate them.
That’s the conclusion he’s come to in his weeks of semi-isolation. The times when he and Jemma were apart were always when things got to their worst. What Ward and Hive did on accident, AIDA (it’s name is AIDA) did on purpose. It must have been the first thing AIDA saw when she—it—scanned his brain, written in big letters across his neocortex: I AM NOTHING WITHOUT HER. The android would have had to look deeper to see that it is both the truth and an oversimplification: he has been many things without her—angry, resentful, misguided, impulsive—but he has never been strong. He is not strong now.
If he was strong, he would have the courage to seek after her. She has, after all, made it clear where she stands. He’s only come this far out of his own guilt because of her insistence that he is not to blame—in seeking to understand why she sees it that way, he has started to see it himself.
His vocal performances are invariably the best parts of these songs. Styles has described his stint in One Direction as “a democracy,” and every song featured a fight for breathing room between four or five hungry young singers. Here, he has space he can use. “Sign of the Times” jumps out of your speakers when he shifts into his thin falsetto, and it climaxes with a series of desperate howls. He makes a convincing alt-country troubadour on “Two Ghosts” and “Ever Since New York” by throwing on a little twang and a healthy helping of world-weariness. The down-home boogie of “Carolina” tests the limits of his nascent swagger. And I’ve never heard someone record their own backing vocals with the enthusiasm and panache Styles brings to Harry Styles. Every hoot, yelp, and chant are delivered with an impish grin, one that makes it hard not to crack a smile of your own.