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Hallelujah, You’re Home

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          It’s been two years. Two years since they’ve felt rain on their faces. Two years since they’ve seen their families, since they’ve spoken to their families. Two years since they really started to learn what war was. Two years since they stopped being teenagers and became soldiers. Two years since they left Earth. Three, for Shiro.

           But now they’re going back. They’re going home.

           Well, for a little while, at least. The war isn’t over. The Galra Empire has been taking over the universe for over 10,000 years, it can’t be taken down in simply two. But in two years, the Voltron Alliance has grown substantially, and they’ve taken down enough Galra higher ups that Voltron is almost universally known and called upon, and with fame, comes questions. It’s not a secret anymore that the five Paladins of Voltron are from Earth. Everybody knows, so there’s no point in avoiding Earth anymore. At least, that’s what the Paladins keep telling Allura. Earth is vulnerable now; it’s a target, and with it’s technology as unadvanced as it was when they left, they’re at a serious disadvantage if the Galra ever attacked. They probably still have no idea that aliens even exist. Earth needs Voltron. Earth needs the Voltron Alliance, and the Voltron Alliance needs Earth.

           Also, Lance just really needs his mom.

           So, here they are, entering the Milky Way Galaxy, all waiting anxiously at their stations on the control deck.

           “Ha! Boom, bitches! Wi-fi is up!” Pidge punches her fists in the air in triumph and ignores the half-hearted look her father shoots her when she says “bitches”.

           The others have long since gotten used to Pidge and her amazing technical ability, but they still all look at her in shock, except for Matt. He had obviously helped her.

           “Pidge, how the hell did you get wi-fi in space?” Keith asks incredulously.

           Lance nods in agreement. “Seriously. Tell me how I can’t get a signal in the desert outside of Galaxy Garrison, but you can get one past Saturn.”

           At this, Pidge snorts and raises an eyebrow at them. “You didn’t have me. Or amazingly amplifying Altean technology.”

           “Something tells me it was mostly the Altean tech.”

           “Shh and bow before my genius.”

           Pidge, Hunk, and Lance all immediately grab their phones and start scrolling on them, ignoring Coran’s announcement that they’ll be to Earth in two dobashes.

           “Oh my god. They told everybody we’re all dead. We have a memorial!” Pidge exclaims.

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“I have claimed that Escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of scorn or pity with which ‘Escape’ is now so often used. Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls?”

- J.R.R. Tolkien

“Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties – all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion – these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.”

- David Foster Wallace

“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”

- Daphne du Maurier

“Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos… to celebrate a world that lies spread out around us like a bewildering and stupendous dream.”

- John Cheever

When you were young, you hid behind my legs. I was your protector and savior. When you were afraid, I showed you everything can be conquered, if we are brave enough to try.

Now you stand before me when I am afraid. You run headlong into the darkness to show me there’s nothing the shadows can do to harm us. You laugh at the unknown, because all your life you’ve learned the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

You make me believe in things I thought I had forgotten. You make me believe that I can conquer; that I can triumph. You give me strength to stand when I want to fall, to run when I can barely crawl.

Dog is man’s best friend, but you are more than that to me. You are my guardian. You know nothing of the demons I fight, yet you stand by my side and attack the darkness around me, until there’s nothing left of it, but a vague memory.

Brussels attacks and the Cosmic Perspective

In my bedroom beside my bed, hangs a poster that has the entire famous Pale Blue Dot speech. If you’re unfamiliar with it please watch it before reading. 

I wake up to this poster and go to bed to this poster every day. To remind myself of who I am in the grand scheme of the universe. It’s not to make myself feel small, as some believe, instead it makes me feel better about who I am and how I treat others.

Astronomy is something that for me gave me such an awakening to work in which we live in and how important it is for us as a race to come together and value ourselves and the world we live in.

Today, 34 people (the current count) lost their lives because of some peoples selfish acts of cowardice. These people, These cowards, are sick and selfish. They believe in hatred and separation of themselves from all of us. There will always be extremists, but it is so important for us to stop believing that we are so special. We are so privileged that we must do the bidding of a deity to be rewarded, using religion as an excuse to commit these atrocities . We are all in this together. We are all one. I beg every one of you to spend today thinking about your judgements for others based on their beliefs, their skin color, their gender catch yourselves in your judgements and rise above them.

Originally posted by swedebeast

To quote Carl Sagan:

“Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves”

“The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.”

I apologize for using this blog to promote my ideas of life and how we treat each other, however I have over 5,000 followers now and felt the need to say something, anything, about how these attacks make me feel and how I wish we all could live together as one. Oh the things we would accomplish…

Originally posted by child-of-thecosmos

It happened in New York on Saturday, December 12, at a march held in freezing sleet in support of abortion and child-care centers. It had been called by a new group, the Women’s Strike Coalition, organized by Betty Friedan. Betty, Gloria [Steinem], Flo Kennedy and Kate [Millet] were slated to speak, and they had just climbed up on the flatbed truck parked in front of Gracie Mansion, the mayor’s residence, when a speckling of pale purple–like pointillist dabs of paint–began to glow here and there in the crowd. Some women–no one was sure how many–were wearing and distributing lavender armbands to the entire crowd. They were also handing out leaflets explaining why “we’re ALL wearing lavender lesbian armbands today.”

“It is not one women’s sexual experience that is under attack,” the leaflet said. “It is the freedom of all women to openly state values that fundamentally challenge the basic structure of patriarchy. If they succeed in scaring us with words like ‘dyke’ or 'lesbian’ or 'bisexual,’ they’ll have won. AGAIN. They’ll have divided us. AGAIN. Sexism will have triumphed. AGAIN… they can call us all lesbians until such a time as there is no stigma attached to women loving women. SISTERHOOD IS POWERFUL!!!”


The Sisterhood, The Inside Story of the Women’s Movement and the Leaders Who Made It Happen, by Marcia Cohen.

I recently found this story in an anti-feminist work I’d printed out ages ago and found this, uh, more positive retelling via google books. The lavender armbands came about in support of Kate Millet, who in Fall 1970 had been pressured after a lecture at Columbia University to out herself as bisexual (there are some differing accounts as to whether she said “bisexual” or “lesbian” there, but she is the former). She’d been flung into popularity after publishing her book, Sexual Politics, but revealing her sexuality set straight women–like Betty Friedman, who thought focusing on lesbian and bisexual women would “discredit the movement”–squirming.

Times Magazine, which had previous praised her, published an article saying, “Kate Millet’s disclosure is bound to discredit her as a spokeswoman for her cause, cast further doubt on her theories and reinforced the views of those skeptics who routinely dismiss all liberationists as lesbians.” So some of said liberationists decided that this display of solidarity would be their response.

Haikyuu!! 178

Every week I try to read HQ on the down low to keep from the person sitting diagonally to me across the office, but every week Furudate sensei pushes to expose me!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I came in this chapter braced for Tsukki feels but teared up anyway. However! Furudate sensei then throws in Suga’s internal struggle (that always gets me!!!!) and nonchalantly slip in Tendou’s back story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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