and everything else in the universe

at the air and space museum there’s a scale that’ll tell you how much you weigh on earth and how much you’d weigh on the moon. i stepped on it and i weigh 195, which is more than the last time i paid attention to a scale, so i had a little tiny fit of self-loathing, as one does

but then i thought about the moon number and then i thought about the moon and how i got to touch a Moon Rock; and how humans have stood on the moon; and how close she is; and how far away everything else is

and how the universe is contradicting itself by being both infinite and expanding; and how the sun’s going to consume the earth before it puts itself out; and how long that’ll take; and how little time we all get

by that point i didn’t care about weighing 195 anymore

i think it worked the way museums and science and wonder are supposed to work: you lose yourself in awe at how small you are, and how grand a system you’re suspended in. 195 isn’t much in the grand scheme of things

what a gift it is to be a speck in all this, right

Most of us guessed that Navy would end up betraying everyone by the end of the episode. 

I don’t think most of us expected that having her go from this:

to this:

would be really good for Lapis’ mental health.

And despite certain people’s fears about certain story boarders… this was actually very much in character for her. I think it’s pretty safe to assume that Lapis has always been cynical, even in her pre mirror days. After she escaped she went from cynical to detached and apathetic. Not an unexpected defense mechanism for someone who was trapped in an inanimate object for 6,000 years. But she has made progress. She trusts Steven and Peridot. Enough not only to express her concerns, but to essentially make a confession.

Life on Earth is really confusing. It took me a long time to get use to it. I’m still getting use to it.

Given everything that’s happened to her on Earth, it’s only natural that she’s having a hard time adjusting. But she’s just confessed her biggest insecurity: she knows she’s having a hard time dealing with what she’s been through, while having to get use to to living a normal life on the planet where her greatest traumas happened. Before the rebellion she would have done her job and left for the next planet, Earth having been a distant memory by this time. But now she can never leave. Earth has to become home. 

She wants to move on, but feels guilty about how difficult actually doing that is.

So here comes this I-Insta-Love-All-Things-Earth ruby, who seems freakishly well adjusted from the moment she crashes face first into the planet. Never mind that she was lied to not once, but twice, by the crystal gems. Never mind that she was blasted out into space and abandoned while they stole her ship. All is instantly forgiven and she just wants to be a part of their happy family.

Worse yet? The people Lapis cares most about just buy it. They go right along with it as though Navy’s behavior is perfectly normal. It took time for Lapis to even begin to be okay with the idea of living in Earth and forgiving the crystal gems- she’s still working on it, and it’s painful. She’s worked so hard for every inch of progress she’s made, and here’s someone who’s seemingly able to move on the same day they got to Earth.

I just don’t get it. Why is it so easy for her when it was so hard for me? 

So when the perfectly well adjusted Navy turned out to be a gleeful sociopath  gleefully hell bent on revenge, everything fell into place.

Navy’s sudden but inevitable betrayal was the best thing to happen for Lapis’ mental health to date.

So what’s the take away from this? 1) People react differently to trauma. 2) Just because someone seems well adjusted doesn’t mean they are. 3) It’s okay to take a long time to heal from your traumas. It’s okay for it to be a constant work in progress. It’s okay not to be okay. 

And at the end of the day, that realization can almost feel like happiness. 

I’ve seen people saying that Lauren Zuke “snuck Lapidot past the other writers” and “changed Lapis’ character without consulting with the others” and I’m here to bring you Rebecca Sugar herself explaining how everyone is involved in the writing of each episode and how she gets a say in every writing decision.

So no, Lauren Zuke did not “sneak” anything, it was a team decision, like everything else in the SU writer’s room.


Happy Birthday, Max @mangaken!!

Ayy same birth month buddies HAHAHA We’ve just gotten acquainted only earlier this year, but it has been quite an eventful few months ever since! Thank you for being an awesome friend all this while :’)

I am still not very confident with my art style whenever I try to draw the gems, but your art inspires me to keep trying! I hope that you’ll like your gift, and keep drawing what you love!

Hey guys! I made another quotes list for the philosophers, since I left some out and there were quotes that deserved their own post. Once again, I hope you like these quotes and think they are inspirational!


  • “The most difficult thing in life is to know yourself.”
  • “Intellect is the swiftest of things, for it runs through everything.”
  • “Hope is the only good that is common to all men; those who have nothing else possess hope still.”
  • “Nothing is more active than thought, for it travels over the universe, and nothing is stronger than necessity for all must submit to it.”

Jean de la Bruyere

  • “Out of difficulties grow miracles.”

Francis Bacon

  • “In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.”
  • “Knowledge is power.”
  • “The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.”
  • “Write down the thoughts of the moment. Those that come unsought for are commonly the most valuable.”
  • “The way of fortune is like the milkyway in the sky; which is a number of small stars, not seen asunder, but giving light together: so it is a number of little and scarce discerned virtues, or rather faculties and customs, that make men fortunate.”

Michel de Montaigne

  • “Lend yourself to others, but give yourself to yourself.”
  • “A wise man never loses anything, if he has himself.”

Bertrand Russell

  • “Anything you’re good at contributes to happiness.”
  • “To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.”
  • “The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”
  • “The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.”
  • “To be without some of the things you want is an indispensable part of happiness.”
  • “The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge.”

Alan Watts

  • “You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.”
  • “Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.”
  • “The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.”
  • “I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.”
  • “You don’t look out there for God, something in the sky, you look in you.”
  • “Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.”
  • “To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.”
  • “No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.”

George Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

  • “Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.”

Jean-Paul Sartre

  • “It is only in our decisions that we are important.”
  • “Life begins on the other side of despair.”
  • “The best work is not what is most difficult for you; it is what you do best.”
  • “Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.”
  • “We must act out passion before we can feel it.”
  • “Everything has been figured out, except how to live.”
  • “If you are lonely when you’re alone, you are in bad company.”
  • “There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”
  • “Freedom is what you do with what’s been done to you.”


  • “He has the most who is most content with the least.”


  • “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

Blaise Pascal

  • “Vanity is but the surface.”
  • “Man’s greatness lies in his power of thought.”
  • “The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.”

Bernard Williams

  • “Talent is a flame. Genius is a fire.”
  • “There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope.”
  • “Man never made any material as resilient as the human spirit.”
  • “We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.”
  • “Life is supposed to be a series of peaks and valleys. The secret is to keep the valleys from becoming Grand Canyons.”
My university did nothing to stand between my undocumented community and the hateful hands of radicalized white men, the AntiFas did. A peaceful protest was not going to cancel that event, just like numerous letters from faculty, staff, Freedom of Speech Movement veterans, and even donors did not cancel the event. Only the destruction of glass, and shooting of fireworks did that. The so called “violence” against private property that the media seems so concerned with stopped white supremacy from organizing itself against my community.
Everything else seemed an act of passive acceptance to the hate speech that was about to take place on our campus.

I think I will only accept a lion shuffle if it’s literally everyone ends up with a different lion.

Like, oops, Allura was actually TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG about EVERYONE because she had literally just met them 20 minutes ago.

Black - Lance (sure okay why not let’s give it a shot I’m down to clown, develops leadership qualities, this is reminding me of the pirate captain from Stardust for some reason, ‘the heart of the team’, Will listen to everyone and make the right call (eventually))

Yellow - Keith (Really works with his impulsiveness tbh?, The yellow lion makes him slow down and think b/c he can’t just bolt in, Will pull back and make everyone think twice, Sees the Big Picture better than everyone else on the team, No your family/Allura are not more important than the rest of the entire universe guys)

Green - Hunk (nosy, interested in learning, wants to touch EVERYTHING, will steal and read your diary and go through your files, crazy smart and eager to question)

Red - Pidge (I’m gunna BREAK INTO THE GG and SIT AT YOUR COMPUTER AND READ YOUR FILES then SCREAM AT YOU, openly impulsive and quick to temper, often takes the bullheaded approach, Will do her own thing regardless of what others think)

Blue - Shiro (The one that keeps the group together and calm, Moral support and there to listen, Will encourage you and make you feel like you can do anything)

Can you imagine if an internet connection was established between different worlds and suddenly people from different universes could communicate with each other

Someone makes a post complaining about how “an asshole at work today didn’t trim his dragon’s claws and now the floor is scratched” and someone else is like WAIT YOUR WORLD HAS DRAGONS EXPLAIN and OP ends up explaining what he sees as his boring everyday dragon job to all these strangers who think it’s the coolest thing ever

An elf from your average high fantasy world chats with a robot from a sci-fi universe and discovers that it doesn’t matter that he’s horrible with a bow and arrow because it turns out he’s really good at this thing called astrophysics

“What do you mean your people are suffering because the king got killed and everything’s falling apart? Here, I’ll send you info about the basics of our different governments. Go restructure your economy.”

The blending of different cultures. The discussion of different types of magic. Ideas about fusing science and magic. The sharing of technologies. Lives being saved because zombie-apocalypse-world is giving nuclear-apocalypse world survival tips or that one centaur told an alien about a new medical treatment.

inter-dimensional social media


the wedding of river song // the husbands of river song

Here’s a shoutout the autistic people whose special interests aren’t math or technology or science or anything else that they can realistically make a career of. 

Here’s to the autistic people whose special interests aren’t considered useful or intelligent. Here’s to the autistic people whose special interests are considered a waste of time by the people around them.

Here’s to the autistic people who know everything there is to know about the universe and characters in their favorite book but who can’t remember all the things they’re supposed to remember when they sit down to their homework.

Here’s to the autistic people whose special interest is something that so many people like and enjoy that it is becoming trendy to hate it, to the people who are told that they are superficial and dumb and shallow for liking that band or that tv series so much.

Here’s to the autistic people whose special interests are so obscure that nobody knows what they’re talking about.

Here’s to the autistic people who has special interests in things that many people look down on and make fun of. Here’s to the autistic people who have new acquaintances look down on them when they discover that they’re one of those people who are really into that.

Here’s to the autistic people whose special interests are considered creepy and problematic, to the autistic people who are being told that they are creepy or bad for having a certain special interest.

Here’s to the autistic people who has special interests in things that are marketed towards children, to the autistic people who are repeatedly told that they shouldn’t be into their special interests and that they should grow out of it soon.

Your special interest doesn’t have to be useful to have worth. Your special interest doesn’t have to be something you can make a job out of to be worth your time. Your special interests brings you joy and thus it is amazing and that is regardless of what it is.

worst fear: this is all real there is no s5 this is the end it was all a lie from the start
fear: theres a s5 but it stays platonic this was all a lie from the start
true neutral ending: there is a s5 and its ambiguously non platonic
realistic good ending: they tanked this episode on purpose because the bbc wouldnt let them make it gay anymore and they wanted the bbc to drop their contract so they can be picked up by someone else who will let them do johnlock
good ending: there’s a secret fourth episode that will resolve everything and give us johnlock
best ending: we’re all just in the wrong splinter universe now and the 12th doctor is gonna pop up at any minute and take us all back through to the s4 that makes sense

My final words on the Lauren Zuke drama

I’m already starting to see “go die” comments directed at Lauren, tagged ship hate, etc. so I felt this to be necessary.

Real life person > fictional characters and ships

All she said was “I don’t speak for my coworkers, but this is what I intended. Ship whatever you want”. That’s it.

I am an animator, myself. I can tell you all, right now: Storyboards, and everything else on a show, have to get approval. Not just by people working on the show, but by producers, censors, etc. The lapidot and amedot stuff did not get slipped in “unnoticed”. The rest of the crewniverse knew, and animated it, and sent it to air.

Also, Zuke isn’t the only person to draw Amedot/Lapidot.

If there’s lapidot or amedot hints in future non-Zuke episodes, are y’all still going to send her death threats? Call her names? If you want to analyze a show on your own blog, go for it. But once you start dragging in real life people, insulting them, telling them to “go die”, you need to take a step back and calm the hell down. And tagging your ship hate has always been stupid, regardless of fandom.

If you value fictional characters over real life people, unfollow me.

“I don’t like either candidate” like your dumb ass can’t visualize four years of listening to Donald “hell is empty and all the devils are in my toupee” Trump fuck everything up from one end of the universe to the other?

Like, listen, you may like playing Fallout as a video game but I have to tell you that your fuckass would not survive a nuclear fallout and neither would anybody else’s so, like, maybe shut up and go vote for Hillary.

“But there’s no way he’ll really win”

let me tell you two things.

One, everybody said that about him in the primaries too and look who got the nomination.

Two, you may live in a predominately blue area. You may live in a place where people hide their racism and xenophobia and hatred for the LGBT community a little better. But I live in Virginia, and let me tell you a thing about the Southeastern United States right now. Right now, those of us in the Southeastern United States who are visibly part of one of Trump’s targeted groups, whether it’s because we’re women or we’re wearing rainbow gear or have a liberal sticker on our car or, God forbid, have dark skin or wear identifiably non-Christian religious garments, are being physically and aggressively targeted whenever we go outside.

Do you know, on two separate occasions, back when I had a Bernie sticker on my car, white men in jacked-up pickup trucks with Trump and confederate flag stickers, ACTUALLY RAN ME OFF THE ROAD while leaning out their window and yelling sexist slurs at me?

Like, I had to drive my car INTO THE GRASS on the side of the road and slam on brakes to keep being rammed by their truck. (Two different trucks, so presumably four different men.) This happened to me once while I was alone, once while Kellie was in the car with me, and once to Kellie when she was in the car by herself.

A full 20-30% of the cars I see on the road here have unapologetically racist Trump-supportive sexist-anti-Hillary paraphernalia on them. That’s not counting the ones that just have subtle Republican stickers or anti-Democrat stickers or stickers for the local conservative Congress candidates who are presumably voting for the Republican ticket that includes Donald Trump.

Grown-ass adults sit in coffee shops and talk loudly about how Donald Trump is going to save them from Muslim immigrants and Sharia Law, and parrot whatever latest bullshit they read on a parody website or Fox News and mistook for real news, and talk about how maybe those damn homosexuals will finally get what they deserve. 

It’s happened more than once to ME, and I’m a homebody who doesn’t leave my house and socialize very often. I feel like I’m living in an SNL parody skit about the South right now, but this is not a joke. This is real life.

Please believe me when I tell you we are not safe. These people will not be staying home from the polls. These people will be fucking voting.

You need to vote too.

He taught me how to love myself.
He taught me how to love myself when he looked at me as if I was the universe and everything else was simply stars and planets.
He taught me how to love myself when he traced his fingers over the parts of me that I am most insecure about, and his touch would still remain.
He taught me how to love myself when he kissed me so much that the taste of his lips was the only thing I could remember.
He taught me how to love myself over and over again until I believed it was true.
The words would slip from his lips so effortlessly that I had to believe them, because they came from him.
—  v.m

A friend of mine talked about some interesting scifi stuff a while ago. Basically, the universe has been around for a while now [citation needed]. We’re here now - but there’s no reason to assume we are the very first intelligent species in the universe. What if another civilization was where we are right now, only a million years ago, and now whatever they’ve evolved into are still out there somewhere, doing strange and amazing stuff that we can’t even perceive with our technology that still needs a million years of catching up to do?

Now let’s talk about dark matter - the mysterious stuff that makes up 27% of our universe, and which we can’t really see, but just kind of guess should be there based on everything else.

Suppose this “dark matter” is actual stars - only we can’t see them, because the light from them is blocked from our view, because they’re all encased in Dyson Spheres to collect 100% of the energy output of each star, for whatever mysterious purpose(s) of theirs.

As we currently understand it, 5% of the observable universe is “normal” matter, and 27% of it is “dark” matter. Maybe it just means that those aliens haven’t gotten around to that remaining 5% yet, but they’re not in a rush.

None of this speculation is scientifically sound, but it does give that “oh, damn”-feeling that I appreciate in scifi.

Work hard and give your full effort into each and every thing you do. This is what you’re in control of. For everything else; allow the universe to unfold as it’s meant to and with its own timing.

You talk to the dead fairly regularly. Lately, you’ve gotten the distinct impression that the dead wish you’d just shut up.

To be fair, you do talk a lot. You can’t help it, really. No one alive seems to listen to you. 

“That actually reminds me of when—”

“Yeah, my dog is the cutest,” Penny continued, not even acknowledging your attempted addition.

You hunched your shoulders, mouth clicking shut. You wanted to tell them about your dog, who was undoubtedly the best dog in the known universe. He was dead, of course, and had been for almost six years, but just because nobody else still talked to him didn’t mean that you wouldn’t. After all, you knew what it was like to be ignored.

Pushing the mashed potatoes around your plate, you stared blankly at the off-white tablecloth. Wasn’t this day supposed to be about you? An eighteenth birthday only came once, after all. 

But still, it seemed like everything was the same. Your family was caught up in their own conversations and their own lives, and they just didn’t have any time for you. It’s alright. You didn’t mind. Because when dinner was over and everyone retreated to their rooms, you were the only one who would have someone waiting for you.

When the time came, you practically bolted from the dining room. There was no cake— your mother was allergic to eggs, but that was okay.

You raced up the stairs, almost slipping. You managed to grab the railing at the last moment, and brushed it off. You had way more important things to worry about.

“Clark!” You called out as soon as you closed your bedroom door, excitement rising at the thought of him floating in air, that same anticipatory expression on his face as it always was.

But there was no one there. Not Clark, the fifties greaser who tried way too hard to be cool, not any of the little whisps of spirit that hung around, not anyone. Even Goat was gone.

At that, you felt a bit of panic emerge. Goat was always here. He was your dog, your faithful companion— he followed you everywhere he could, and waited patiently in your room every single day.

So then, why—

“Oh, hey,” Clark blinked in surprise as he almost floated through you from where he emerged from the floor. “You’re back already? Damn, the days seem to go by faster and faster, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said weakly, emotions battling between relief and anxiety. “I get what ya mean. How was your day?”

“It was fucking awesome!” Clark crowed, pumping his fist in the air. “I finally got one over on that Samurai bastard at the museum! He’s not gonna go calling me a hoodlum anymore, that’s for sure.”

You barely resisted the urge to facepalm. Clark had been involved in some kind of ridiculous (and entirely one-sided) feud with Yukimura ever since the man’s armor had been brought to the nearby history museum.

Yukimura was a much different type of ghost than Clark— he was attached to an object instead of a place, for one, and he also had common sense. Which Clark, unfortunately, didn’t have too much of. You tended to blame it on all of the head injuries— if someone actually got that many concussions when they were alive, it had to do something to them when they were dead.

As far as you were aware, the whole thing had started when Clark had been messing around with some of the other spirits at the museum (which he spent almost all of his time doing, since he apparently still had the same sense of humor as a middle-schooler), and Yukimura had stepped in.

You didn’t quite know all of the facts of what happened, seeing as all you had to go by was Clark’s many, many angry rants, but Yukimura had essentially called him a no-good punk and kicked him out of the museum.

Hence— feud.

Usually, you found this pretty amusing. You would be all for listening to how Clark gotten beaten up this time, but somehow you weren’t really in the mood today.

“Is… something wrong?” Clark asked cautiously, floating over a bit so that he could look at you face-to-face.

“Do you remember what day it is today?”

He bit his lip, eyes darting around as if your bedroom held the answer. “Not really… Sorry?”

You sighed, not having expected much. A ghost didn’t need to pay much attention to the passage of time. Still, though. It hurt, just a bit. Most ghosts ignored you. Everyone was busy with their own thing, even in the afterlife.

Clark was one of the first to really listen. He was callous and blunt and didn’t understand any kind of social cues, but he listened to you.

“Did I do something wrong?” he said, and his voice seemed very small in that moment. “I’m sorry, really. I’ll make it up to you, I swear!”

Suddenly, it occurred to you that maybe you were the only one who listened to him, too. He never talked about any friends— the only person he really talked about was Yukimura, and that was never in much of a complimentary light.

“No, it’s fine,” you shook your head, giving him a soft smile. “So what happened at the museum today? Did you finally get your revenge?”

“Fuck yeah I did!” Clark said enthusiastically, his whole body brightening up in a way no living person’s could. “See, I go in, he’s on me immediately, right? Starts telling me that my kind ain’t wanted there, calling me a ‘yakuza’ or some shit. And I’m like, fuck off bro I’ve been around here longer than you, and then he says—”

You let his rambling wash over you as you laid back on your bed. A quiet ‘woof’ caught your attention, and Goat’s head popped through the covers. You pulled him close to you, cuddling into the slight pressure his body held. It was a lot like what you imagined it would be like to hug a cloud.

“And then, he brings out his fucking sword—”

“Did you hit him with your baseball bat?” You asked sleepily, already able to tell how this confrontation went. 

“I was going to, but I decided to be the bigger man,” Clark shrugged, looking very smug for someone who had definitely gotten his ass kicked and then fled in terror. “It doesn’t matter, really. I’ll always win in the end.”

“Oh?” You said amusedly.

“The others actually like me. They’re all petty bastards that I want nothing to do with, o’course, but at least they tolerate me. They all hate him. Think he’s too uptight or something, which is pretty rich coming from a bunch of old farts like them.”

You sat up, narrowing your eyes in thought. “He doesn’t have any friends? At all?”

“No,” and here, Clark looked a bit irritated. “What’s it matter? He’s my eternal rival, am I supposed to care if he’s by himself?”

“Next time, try talking to him,” you suggested, the beginning of a plan swirling around in your brain.

“What, why?” Clark asked, though he thankfully seemed more bewildered than hostile.

You shrugged, settling back down. “Everyone needs someone to talk to. Maybe that’s why he keeps fighting you. Besides, what could it hurt?”

“My inner organs,” he said dryly.

“You’re a ghost,” you pointed out, rolling your eyes. “Nothing he does actually hurts you.”

“It hurts my pride,” he grumbled, but you knew that tone of voice. He was giving in, just like you knew he would. Yukimura wasn’t the only one who could use someone else to talk to.

“That sounds like a personal problem,” you said airily.

Clark scowled at you, turning to float upside down. You only smiled serenely. Goat was licking your chin, your family wasn’t bothering you, and you were here harassing your best friend. What more could you need?

“Fine,” he said shortly, and you valiantly smothered the urge to start gloating. “But you’re coming with me.”

Now that caught you off guard. “What?”

“Come with me,” Clark said, and he was staring at you intently. The dead didn’t have to blink, but it was only in moments like this that you recalled that fact. Gray and misty, they seemed to pierce through you. “I want you to go.”

“I—” you swallowed compulsively, unsure of what to say. You’d known Clark for almost six years now, and he had never asked to really do anything with you. “Why?”

“Everyone needs someone to talk to,” he parroted, something almost gentle in his expression. “And everyone needs someone to listen, too. So will you come?”

You grinned, more happy right now than you had been all day. “Yes. I’d love to.”


Well, that was fun! This is part of the ‘Caffeine Challenge’ by @caffeinewitchcraft (who is an amazing writer that you should follow if you don’t already), so I just jotted this whole thing down in the last hour. My first time doing this, but I definitely like what I came up with!! Hopefully I’ll be able to participate again next time. 😊