Anon: Can you please do one where lance is self-doubting and staying up really late and training? Like he gets really sick from not sleeping. Like can’t keep anything down sick. It’s okay if you don’t want to do or you already did this already. Please and thank you!
Anon: Maybe something where Lance is getting berrated (idk why) and Keith comes to his defense like in intensness or something.
A/N: When I started writing this, I didn’t intend for it to be so dark. Hot damn. Deep shit ahead. Also, I’m horrible at pet-names. I tried to write from 3rd person Keith instead of omniscient so here we go ᕕ(ツ)ᕗ
It was a particularly depressing mission.
The Blue Paladin had to make a near-impossible choice. Surrender Voltron, or surrender a resource-heavy planet and all its inhabitants. Death wasn’t mentioned in either scenario, but it was very heavily implied. In the end, Lance made the choice to save Voltron on the basis that they would save many many other planets by defeating Zarkon in the long run.
But that didn’t mean a whole planet’s worth of deaths wasn’t weighing on his soul.
Behind the Scenes of Planet of the Dead - Part Ten
Excerpts from Benjamin Cook’s set report in DWM 408
[after their disastrous first day of filming in a sandstorm] How far is David’s patience tested on a day like this? “Although it’s been miserable today,” he replies, “and obviously everyone’s tense, people haven’t collapsed into depression about it - maybe because we’re away and it’s novel. It’s pretty grim, the sand being blasted in our faces all day, in your eyes and mouth, but everyone has to look to exactly what they need to do to make this machine that’s malfunctioning run as efficiently as it can under the circumstances. That’s all I’ve hoped to do, to try to keep it together.”
“It was a day of days,” says James [Strong, director], “but we staggered to the end. The worst thing about it, knowing how beautiful that desert is, was the thought that perhaps we’d go home to Cardiff with this really quite average footage. What an absolute shame.”
[the next day] “BLUE SKY!” shouts a delighted David Tennant, as the sun rises in - yes! - a crystal clear sky. “Let’s get going.”
The plan is to re-shoot yesterday’s wide shots first, including the abandoned stuff with the crane. Bizarrely, nothing much goes wrong. Michelle grazes her finger, but only slightly, so she puts on a plaster. “I’ll sell it on eBay,” she says. DWM gets its shemagh [the red-and-white head-covering the crew used to keep blowing sand out of their faces] caught in its zip. Um, that’s about it. This can’t be right. Where’s the catastrophe?!
a while back, I wrote about Yellow Diamond, and my intent was to present the
character I saw in totality. Even now, when I talk about the Diamonds and how
they read strongly as characters with motives and feelings beyond just hurting
others because they can, I feel like for the most part, I’m addressing
questions about Yellow Diamond in particular.
I hear this sort of characterisation, I think back to these characters. While
it is a very humanising experience to see a character previously presented as a
bastion of unshakable strength question themselves and show a “fatal flaw” or
weakness, it’s not the only way to present a relatable, dynamic character. To
situate this in our world, it’s very rare that people choose to show their inadequacies in the first place. In fact, it
is far more common for people to do everything in their power not to reveal vulnerability.
Diamond is a very complex character precisely because she shows indication of
presenting herself as much more put together than she lets on. And, as usually
happens in real-life as well, it’s not only for others’ sake but also for her
own. In her, we see a character brutally honest, suffering neither formality
nor trivialities for the sake of it. To view her consistently would be taking
her actions into that context, and using that to understand where she stands on
PD’s shattering. That’s something I want to talk about in this post.
let’s get started.
1. Yellow’s relationship with feelings
like to begin by talking about YD as a chest gem. Like Blue Diamond and other
chest gems, she tends to interact with the world in terms of feelings.
Remarkable moments in her life are likely best remembered by what she was
feeling at the time they happened, and her first impressions are probably
marked by how she felt about certain individuals, places, or things.
closer inspection, it’s because the very means Homeworld uses in order to
advance its species is inherently parasitic. They drain planets and have no
means to replenish these resources. What Peridot claimed to find, after
† a deeper appreciation for organic life, was a way to make use of Earth
without damaging said life. And that’s a game-changing discovery, because the
only way for that to happen would be a renewable or sustainable means of using
had expected Yellow Diamond to see the reason and logic of her plan, to be just
as excited about saving Earth as she was because it meant helping all Gems. That was YD’s reputation. Recall that at this point, it was not that Peridot turned her back on Homeworld
because she realised Earth was a better place to live. She realised that Earth
was worth protecting, but she thought the Crystal Gems were unable to meet
their own goals. That’s why she reached out to the most powerful, rational, objective
being she could think of, Yellow Diamond, to help her reach that goal.
was sorely disappointed by that encounter. She realised her hero wasn’t perfect, but I wouldn’t say she wished for
the destruction of Homeworld. I doubt that her take-away from that was that all
Homeworld gems were evil. There was a time she’d worked with them, lived with
them, learned from them. On her way to destroy the Cluster, the weapon of mass
destruction about to shatter the planet she was currently living on, put there
by Homeworld, she said it was difficult not to have feelings about Homeworld.
I think that’s something to understand about the Homeworld defectors we’ve
seen so far. Earth was a better option for them, but Homeworld would always be
home. For the most part, those who chose to leave still imagine a better life
for their fellow-Gems back home, but found no way to give them that life
without leaving Homeworld altogether.
this leads up to is the idea that all these Gems have strong feelings
associated with Homeworld, and now Earth. But on different occasions, they put
aside these feelings because they felt something better could be realised. Rose
put aside her sentimental feelings of never being able to go “home” because she
wanted to give the Crystal Gems the freedom they currently experience on Earth,
and she wanted to protect the life that was already thriving there. Steven,
more than once, has sacrificed the fear he felt and let himself be placed in
dangerous situations for the sake of protecting others.
The other thing that I want to point out here is how we were led to believe Peridot was going to sell out Earth to Homeworld. We don’t get a lengthy monologue about how she feels or her plan. She just goes through with it and we feel a sense of betrayal, like the gems did. That she was thinking up a solution and pitched it to her Diamond shows that she didn’t just realise Earth’s life had value halfway through the conversation. It was her objective assessment from earlier on. Unlike most short-format shows though, these changes in characters aren’t exaggerated, and more closely reflect the interiority we experience in life.
the other, we have someone like Yellow Diamond, who has had to run everything
in her stead as well as maintain her own duties, and those of Pink Diamond, and
deny those feelings day in and day out. Peridot called her the paragon of
objectivity and reason. Peridot, who prides sound logic above all else when
making a decision, put her faith in YD.
YD couldn’t put aside her feelings about Earth, and the anger she and BD both felt about a planet that destroyed
their friend and comrade, to listen to a plan with the potential to save
something I need to stress because it speaks of the depth of the wound
inflicted by the war. More than that, it paints a more realistic image of YD.
YD is someone trying to be the
perfectly objective and emotionless leader, and most of the time she succeeds.
She is the person she wants to be often enough that it’s become her reputation.
That doesn’t mean the feelings go away. The irony of her being a feeling-gem is
not lost here.
“So someone in a group asked me to tell them why I hate the ocean sunfish so much, and apparently it was ~too mean~ and was deleted. To perpetuate the truth and stand up for ethical journalism, I’m posting it here. [Rated NC-17 for language.]
Disclaimer, I care about marine life more than I care about anything else, for real. Except this big dumb idiot. And it’s not like an ~ironic~ thing, I mean it IS hilarious to me and they ARE THE BIGGEST JOKE PLAYED ON EARTH but I seriously fucking hate them.
THE MOLA MOLA FISH (OR OCEAN SUNFISH)
They are the world’s largest boney fish, weighing up to 5,000 pounds. And since they have very little girth, that just makes them these absolutely giant fucking dinner plates that God must have accidentally dropped while washing dishes one day and shrugged his shoulders at because no one could have imagined this would happen. AND WITH NO PURPOSE. EVERY POUND OF THAT IS A WASTED POUND AND EVERY FOOT OF IT (10 FT BY 14 FT) IS WASTED SPACE.
They are so completely useless that scientists even debate about how they move. They have little control other than some minor wiggling. Some say they must just push water out of their mouths for direction (?????). They COULD use their back fin EXCEPT GUESS WHAT IT DOESNT FUCKING GROW. It just continually folds in on itself, so the freaking cells are being made, this piece of floating garbage just doesn’t put them where they need to fucking go.
So they don’t have swim bladders. You know, the one thing that every fish has to make sure it doesn’t just sink to the bottom of the ocean when they stop moving and can stay the right side up. This creature. That can barely move to begin with. Can never stop its continuous tour of idiocy across the ocean or it’ll fucking sink. EXCEPT. EXCEPT. When they get stuck on top of the water! Which happens frequently! Because without the whole swim bladder thing, if the ocean pushes over THE THINNEST BUT LARGEST MOST TOPPLE-ABLE FISH ON THE PLANET, shit outta luck! There is no creature on this earth that needs a swim bladder more than this spit in the face of nature, AND YET. Some scientists have speculated that when they do that, they are absorbing energy from the sun because no one fucking knows how they manage to get any real energy to begin with. So they need the sun I guess. But good news, when they end up stuck like that, it gives birds a chance to land on their goddamn island of a body and eat the bugs and parasites out of its skin because it’s basically a slowly migrating cesspool. Pros and cons.
"If they are so huge, they must at least be decent predators.” No. No. The most dangerous thing about them is, as you may have guessed, their stupidity. They have caused the death of one person before. Because it jumped onto a boat. On a human. And in 2005 it decided to relive its mighty glory days and do it again, this time landing on a four-year-old boy. Luckily Byron sustained no injuries. Way to go, fish. Great job.
They mostly only eat jellyfish because of course they do, they could only eat something that has no brain and a possibility of drifting into their mouths I guess. Everything they do eat has almost zero nutritional value and because it’s so stupidly fucking big, it has to eat a ton of the almost no nutritional value stuff to stay alive. Dumb. See that ridiculous open mouth? (This is actually why this is my favorite picture of one, and I have had it saved to my phone for three years) “Oh no! What could have happened! How could this be!” Do not let that expression fool you, they just don’t have the goddamn ability to close their mouths because their teeth are fused together, and ya know what, it is good it floats around with such a clueless expression on its face, because it is in fact clueless as all fuck.
They do SOMETIMES get eaten though. BUT HARDLY. No animal truly uses them as a food source, but instead (which has lead us to said photo) will usually just maim the fuck out of them for kicks. Seals have been seen playing with their fins like frisbees. Probably the most useful thing to ever come from them.
“Wow, you raise some good points here, this fish truly is proof that God has abandoned us.” Yes, thank you. “But if they’re so bad at literally everything, why haven’t they gone extinct.” Great question.
BECAUSE THIS THING IS SO WORTHLESS IT DOESNT REALIZE IT SHOULD NOT EXIST. IT IS SO UNAWARE OF LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYTHING THAT IT DOESNT REALIZE THAT IT’S DOING MAYBE THE WORST FUCKING JOB OF BEING A FISH, OR DEBATABLY THE WORST JOB OF BEING A CLUSTER OF CELLS THAN ANY OTHER CLUSTER OF CELLS. SO WHAT DOES IT DO? IT LAYS THE MOST EGGS OUT OF EVERYTHING. Besides some bugs, there are some ants and stuff that’ll lay more. IT WILL LAY 300 MILLION EGGS AT ONE TIME. 300,000,000. IT SURVIVES BECAUSE IT WOULD BE STATISTICALLY IMPROBABLE, DARE I SAY IMPOSSIBLE, THAT THERE WOULDNT BE AT LEAST ONE OF THOSE 300,000,000 (that is EACH time they lay eggs) LEFT SURVIVING AT THE END OF THE DAY.
And this concludes why I hate the fuck out of this complete failure of evolution, the Ocean Sunfish. If I ever see one, I will throw rocks at it.“ -Scout Burns
Something I realized last night: the only reason Homestuck actually has a plot is because the characters involved are all forced to play using pre-built character sheets; if SBURB/SGRUB had a halfway decent character editor built in, then a party of 3-4 dedicated powergamers could easilly snap the game in half.
Put simply, it’s actually pretty obvious that not all classes and aspects are created equal (no matter what some might say on the matter), and some simply become so utterly gamebreaking once explored that it isn’t even funny. To just give two examples that use nothing but canon information: Seer of Time and Seer of Space.
In canon, Seers are shown to see things and foresee events governed by their aspect. Rose, Seer of Light, is able to know the exact most fortuitous path that the meteor group needs to take, no matter how insane or convoluted that path actually is, and Terezi, Seer of Mind, is able to foresee the results of people’s decisions, possibly to the point of knowing what you will do before you do, and might even have been able to read thoughts if she had God Tiered (as evidenced by her being able to see Brain Ghost Dirk, actually see him, despite being blind at the time).
Meanwhile, Time and Space are the only aspects shown to be mostly literal, albeit with some esoteric connotations, literally governing the fabric of space and time. All Time players are shown to have the ability to time travel (a trick which is outright weaponized by Dave), Aradia is shown to be able to actually stop time for an enemy, and Lord English uses time itself as a weapon, wielding stable timeline loops as both sword and shield. Meanwhile, on the Space side, Jade is able to freely manipulate the mass and volume of objects, able to make a planet small enough to fit in her hand without any change in density, and alternate future Caliope is able to all but rewrite reality, manipulating the physical world in a way which, due to timeline complications in the Farthest Ring, should be impossible.
Combining this knowledge, Seer of Time and Seer of Space get really, really broken. To start with the weaker ability: a Seer of Space would be able to see everything, anywhere, at that exact moment. They wouldn’t exactly be able to foresee things, time being explicitly out of their control, but they would have perfect knowledge of reality at any given moment, making them a mathematical demon. No matter where you ran, they could catch you. No matter where you hid, they could find you. No matter what precautions you took, the only way to get around a Seer of Space would be to exploit either time based shenanigans, or to wield Void powers (something which even the omniscient can’t get around).
Meanwhile, a Seer of Time would be ridiculously, abominably, unstopably insane, able to foresee any and all conequences of everything that might or must happen, along with knowledge of when things must happen for events to unfold. While they themselves might not have any time travel powers (or at least, being so weak with time travel that there’s no real reason to bother), they wouldn’t actually need them, because they already know what the future holds. To give one small example of how insanely broken a Seer of Time would be, they would be able to know the exact moment needed to set off a packet of explosives, the blast from which would cause air turbulence, which would interact with the weather patterns already in existance, which would cause a cascade of unlikely but perfectly timed events to create an EF5 tornado, which would conveniently touch down just before it’s time to fight the Black King.
And this is just parsing canon information; I’d shudder to imagine how some other classpects would be, if fandom speculation is correct. Heir of Hope, assuming that Heir means, “protected by, and responsible for,” and that Hope means, “possibilities, dreams, and that which might be,” would mean that an Heir of Hope would be protected by possibility itself, to the point of trancending luck; all which is and might be would bend over backwards to protect the Heir of Hope, to the point of surrealism. A Prince of Void, using canon info here, would parse as, “one who destroys, or destroys through, that which is hidden or does not exist,” and would mean that a Prince of Void would be able to simply destroy the nonexistance of anything, probably able to create things to a far greater degree than Roxy in canon, who merely steals their nonexistance rather than destroying it. A Lord of Blood, assuming Lord to mean, “one who holds command and dominion,” and Blood to mean, “unity, community, and fraternity,” would parse out as, “one who commands unity,” and that ads up to the literally perfect leader, able to command any disparate group into a single well-oiled machine.
Really, the only reason Homestuck has a plot at all is because the characters shown actually have some pretty shitty classes and aspects. Give me a Seer of Time, a Knight of Space, an Heir of Hope, and a Prince of Void, and the biggest danger would be them arguing with themselves.
So it’s so long…got kinda ramble-y and off point but I think I got my thought in there.
I’ve been thinking about these a lot again and I’ve seen a few saying that Aliens would have to be really tough to make it into space and survive. But I don’t think that’s necessarily true. What if the first Alien species that makes it out of their planets atmosphere or even lack there of, is a fragile, fast learning hive mind? Sure the first few attempts go array, ships explode, crumple in on themselves leaving the atmosphere and it’d be terrifying but they are able to build better, stronger ships, figure out how to grow vegetables or their closest thing to vegetables on board after they lost a crew to starvation because they have an idea of what went wrong and can work on fixing it because they are constantly connected to each other, no radio silence. Soon enough their whole planet is able to travel the stars, every sentient species, because “We all share the same planet why would we not help each other?” and that spreads to every inhabited planet anyone lands on. Then along come the humans, bumbling, tiny, innocent enough seeming humans. Shooting themselves out of their atmosphere essentially with explosives, trails of fire following them. It barbaric, something that failed to work for the Aliens, simply blowing their ships apart, yet somehow these predatory species that survived, conquered and thrived on a Death World were able to even bend explosive power to their will. They aren’t extremely strong looking, though that can be deceiving, they bare their teeth in greeting, act aggressively towards one another ‘playfully’, they’re unnerving. They didn’t help each other, instead turned it into a race, even to their own moon. So many died trying to figure out how to shoot themselves through their atmosphere and yet…here they are, traveling the stars with childlike wonder, always wanting to explore the unknown. They aren’t exceptionally strong, big or intelligent but they’re durable. Broken bone? Realign it, brace it and it heals back stronger. Stabbed? Sew that shit up and it heals. Blow to the head? Typically out of commission for a few days but heals up and back to whatever they where doing. Loss of limb, mental illness, weak heart…they push on, living, striving, making fake limbs to replace the lost one(s), takes medication, goes to therapy or even white knuckle grin and bear it to get through day to day, a tiny machine placed in the chest to help keep the heat beating. What they may lack in size they make up for in speed, they’re quick, most are fast working able to almost double the productivity of the larger Aliens, they sprint, they’re built for short distance sprinting some are amazing at running long distance which is terrifying knowing you wouldn’t be able to out run one for long, not to mention their pursuit hunting, they can follow you for days until you die of exhaustion. What they lack in intelligence they make up for in ingenuity. Part of the engine brakes and you don’t have a spare part? More than likely a human can jurry-rig something that’ll let you get to where you need to go to get the part even if they don’t know how the engine works, a general description of what the part does can make it possible for a human to throw something together. Suppiles running low on an expedition? Once more their pursuit hunting comes in handy, figuring out which plants are edible.
It’s easy to forget what they’re capable of, where they came from and the flames that followed them into space when they look so squishy, startle easily, mimic your movements, some even learning your languages, but there’s almost always moments that remind you that you’re sharing space and food with a sentient predator species. Maybe raiders attack, the human()s stone faced, starring them down waiting for a moment to strike, not even having to say a word before launching forward to protect their crew, their friends. Expedition gone wrong, animal attack possibly, you’re human(s) will most likely scare it off or fight it, tend to the wounded and search out help even if they are wounded. You don’t have to be tough to make it into space and survive, you just have to learn and build off the failures. Even the weakest of species could make it to the stars.
Me, two days ago: I need to catch up with star wars rebels. Whatever happened with evil guy and furry dude?
Me, right now: If Kallus and Zeb don’t make it out of season 4 and confess their undying love for each other, I’m throwing my diploma at Steve Blum’s face.
My dearest Kal-El, our love will always be with you. I can already see you carry within you your father’s independent spirit. – But more importantly, your mother’s never-ending bravery and her compassionate heart.– Quickly, before it’s too late. We may not have been able to save our planet…– … but we are confident you will become Earth’s greatest savior. And never doubt that, just as you are a part of us, we will always be a part of you. Farewell, my son.
Kara, my brave daughter. By now you have become the woman I knew you would grow up to be. And though you were sent to Earth to protect young Kal-El, your destiny is not tied to his. There is no correct path in life. You will lose your way many times. What’s important is that you find your way back to the brave girl you always were. Be wise, be strong and always be true to yourself.
It was a very unique prep process. David Ayer does more… he calls it rehearsal but it’s much more like group therapy where you sit around and everybody talks about their deepest emotional issues and your trials and tribulations.