Legit before I knew about Voltron on Tumblr/any discourse had taken place I was like “Oh sweet, they gave us college age protagonists, this is an awesome change from 12 yr olds saving the world”
ME TOO TBQH
I thought they were all college age? With Pidge maybe 17 when she joined the Garrison. I see her as the youngest, but between her frankly magical capabilities with computers and being in the Garrison (she got in the first time without a disguise, after all), I struggle to see her as a young kid. It’s the same with Hunk for me too: a lot of the Garrison crew possess immense amounts of knowledge in their chosen fields or skills with actual piloting.
You don’t have that when you’re 14. I’m not saying minors are dumb or anything– there are more than a few minors smarter than I’ll ever be– but Hunk fixes space ships in the show. Pidge builds an invisibility field for her Lion. Keith and Lance skillfully pilot their Lions and are able to articulate quick strategies for the group. I could not have done any of that as a 14-16 year old. I don’t know anyone who could have!
Even taking into account that the Garrison is a special place for the best of the best, it still strikes me as strange. Half the Paladins would need to be the equivalent of ‘15 year old receives Ph.D’ headlines. Meanwhile, Keith and Lance have flying experience that indicates some time behind the wheel outside of sims. No one in their right mind is letting 16 year olds pilot equipment worth millions, if not billions.
You’re definitely not alone in seeing them as college students. x_x
I just saw A Cure for Wellness and I can describe it in three words: GOTHIC ROMANTIC LITERATURE
Seriously y’all if it wouldn’t be Spoiler City I could ramble for ages about how many Gothic tropes that movie used, and about the symbolism and cinematography. Gorgeously shot, intriguingly symbolic without getting lost up its own ass, relentlessly gruesome, and made me wish I could have caught more than the tiny snippets of German I could decipher.
It was also very, very long. But worth sitting through, for sure. There was a point at which I was certain it was going to end – and on a classically Gothic downer note to boot – but it kept going and resolved its own loose ends that would have been left hanging otherwise. A good show.
[ETA] A word of warning: there is some hardcore if short-lived dental horror. A word of reassurance (and possible spoiler): there is no rape.
Z Whackers unite! Our goal is to make sure Syfy and NBC Universal renew Z Nation for a fourth season.
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NBC Universal owns the Syfy channel. Set a goal to tweet at least 10
times during the broadcast hour. Plan to do this every time a new episode airs. INCLUDE THE HASHTAG IN ALL RETWEETS TOO!
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This is going to take some time to write, but I want to educate you all on some things. and this is just how I see it.
The fandom is throwing up a tissy about the whole ubbe x margrethe x hvitserk ordeal. saying it’s incestuous and wrong and that margrethe is using them. but let me just say a few things and then you can go back to whatever the hell your opinion is, whether it has changed it not.
int he vikings era, relationships like this were not wrong. often married couples would share their beds with others. still now to this day it is seen as a normal thing. Poly relationships are not unhealthy relationships. Ubbe and Hvitserk are not dumb little boys, they know what the hell they are getting themselves into. They are 19/20 and 18/19.. both well into their adult years by the standards of vikings
Ubbe and Hvitserk have always been very close. They trust one another more than anyone else, even other family members. It is clearly seen throughout all of the seasons from when they are little to now as men. Ubbe loves Margrethe, he would not have freed her otherwise. Hvitserk obviously loves her too or he would have never have done anything. Ubbe could also see clearly that Margrethe does have feelings for Hvitserk too. Him making that offer to them, to be together also is him accepting that and being mature about it and knowing it would make everyone happy because he loves his brother, he wants him happy.
YOU CAN LOVE MORE THAN ONE PERSON. STOP SLUT SHAMING MARGRETHE
Just because the brothers shared a bed with her, it does not mean they do anything to each other. If they did that would be incest. The two of them sharing a woman together, that is not incest.
Everything that happened was consensual and spoken about in clear terms. They are all adults. they are all free people. They all chose what they wanted.
I say all of this because it makes me so angry to see how people can made such idiotic assumptions about the whole situation. No it is not what I was expecting to happen. Yes I did have a funny feeling from the beginning of the season that it would happen somewhere along the line. I am a woman that has been in a fully committed poly relationship in the past and I know very damn well that you can love more than one person at a time. Stop your shit against Margrethe. Unless she does something that actually calls for you to out her (like PURPOSLY trying to wedge the brothers apart.. which she is clearly not doing) then shut the fuck up and enjoy the show!!!
*****ETA: many people are commenting about “Well this will be fucked up when she eventually falls pregnant.” When you are in a devoted poly relationship.. it does not matter biologically who the father is in a situation like that. I believe they would both raise the child as their own, or since Ubbe is technically the husband it would default to being his child. There is so much more to Poly relationships that people just do not goddamn understand and they need to open their mind. It’s not uncommon and it has been around for centuries.
One day Cas says, “Stars died for you, Dean Winchester”, against ruffled hair perched atop sun kissed skin and sleepy eyes.
Dean stirs, moving to spread his palms against the contour of Cas’ back, tips of fingers languidly strumming the indentations of his spine. One, two, three, four, he counts, the closest he could get to scientifically studying the anatomy of the human body.
“Is this some physics crap again?” He frowns with eyes closed.
Cas smiles softly. “Far from it.”
Dean’s fingers play at the base of his back, ninth thoracic vertebrae, Cas notes.
“Then tell me all about it.”
If I had to pick a single absolute favorite Destiel fic, this would be it. It is absolute poetry. Everything Nhixxie writes is perfect.
When Dean was a kid, before he figured out that you didn’t talk to things that didn’t look human, he used to escape during the summers down to this old orchard down by the great Wall, where nobody else went. And there was another boy he’d meet there, a boy with wings who never said a word.
Absolutely amazing, epic-length story based on Beowulf and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.
As before, as now, as it will be again, the first significant Act of Creation by God shall be to forge l'hosif-or, his best-beloved, the Morning’s Star, the one who shall bring the seeds of light into dark places and fan them to flame.
In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can’t catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything.
If you want something short and hilarious, this is it.
Dean is pretty sure he’s going completely, certifiably insane. Sure, he hasn’t started wearing all his clothes inside out, and he still showers on a regular basis (anyways, that’s not crazy, just a little eccentric); but there’s no getting around the fact that he just threw away his life, his career, and his reputation by dragging out his mom’s old necromancy book and summoning a Class AForbidden Entity to his attic. A cranky one, too. With horrendous bed-head.
Wherein Dean makes a hefty living as a tattoo artist who owns the space next to Gabriel’s cafe. Sam attends the local university. When Gabe’s cousin comes to live with him while starting grad school at Sam’s university, Dean thinks for sure that all his negative karma’s coming to bite him in the ass because Cas clearly has a thing for Sam. No one would ever choose him over Sam. That’s just logic.
Castiel spends the first two weeks of college in much the same way he spent the previous years: alone with his books. He’s fine with it—he enrolled in college to learn, after all. Then in his first chemistry lab, he has the bad luck of being paired with snide, good-for-nothing Ruby, and the further misfortune of sitting behind Dean Winchester, the world’s most beautiful distraction. Ruby catches Castiel staring at Dean and makes him an offer.
I have reread this so many times. Excellent college au, and it’s really made by Cas’ friendship with Ruby and the other side characters.
They sit in silence and Castiel passes him the bottle. There’s not much left to say. Sam takes a gulp and it burns going down, like the cheap shit it is. He holds the bottle up against the light. He can see the Fury through it, distorted like a funhouse mirror. She’s a tomb but Sam loves her. Loves everything that’s left.
"To the end of the world,” he says.
“To the end of the world,” says Castiel.
If you ever feel like reading 5k and bawling your eyes out, this fic is for you. It’s a Pacific Rim AU, and it is the saddest and most beautiful oneshot I’ve ever read. Note the tags and warnings.
Dean’s done some pretty stupid things, but getting drunk-hitched in Vegas to a colleague he barely knows might just take the cake. His surprise husband, Castiel, is a little weird but likable despite that, and Dean figures they’ll go back to Boston, get a quiet annulment, and go their separate ways. Six weeks later, he’s still married to one of the strangest, most genuine and definitely most dangerously lov– likable guys he’s ever known. Dean doesn’t know why or really even how it’s happening, but it’s getting harder and harder to remember that he has divorce papers to file.
The plot is literally strangers wake up married…and just kinda stay married. It is adorable as all hell and I’ve reread it loads of times.
This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.
The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.
Cas isn’t a terribly good matchmaker. And this is fucking hilarious.
Nothing dies in Purgatory, but they are forever finding corpses.
-Dean and Castiel find Emma in Purgatory
Heed the warnings. This is not a happy fic. But it is amazing, and it will destroy you. And this author does what no other writer has ever really done, which is fix the canon bullshit that was the Emma plot. Check out their other stories, which also feature a lot of Emma (and Claire, before Claire was even reintroduced into the show).
ETA: I missed one! For some reason I had it tagged wrong on ao3.
Since I moved from LJ to tumblr I have missed this icon a lot. Originally made in 2008 (I think?), and now remade for tumblr.
I’ve always called this icon “Atlantis Calling” and I imagine that’s the name of Atlantis’s first band, which is obvs a very bad Clash cover band composed of Eastern European scientists with Zelenka on drums.
Eta: While the icon shows up 100x100 on my computer, on mobile it is blown up to the width of the whole screen. Thanks Tumblr.
Hi! I hope it’s 7 pm on the 27th that you’re reading this; I’m bad at queues. Anyway, we’re trying to call some attention to a little cartoon called Wander Over Yonderthat deserves another season, so I’m going to talk about why you, the bleary-eyed Gravity Falls fan waiting for the third journal to ship, the Steven Universe fan in the midst of the summer’s air raid, should give this show a shot.
Jonathan Franzen said of Linus van Pelt, “You’ll never really understand him without seeing his hair stand on end. Translation into words inevitably diminishes [him]. As a cartoon, he’s already a perfectly efficient vector of comic intention.” This holds especially true for the four protagonists of Wander Over Yonder, who must be seen (and heard) to be understood.
Here is our hero. Folks call him Wander (and who is he to say what’s what?) He is the show’s beating, bleeding, banjo-playing heart. He cares about every living thing in the universe with an intensity matched only by his hyperactivity. His sentient hat hearkens back to Felix the Cat’s Bag of Tricks, always giving him what he needs (though it may not always be what he wants.)
He is aided and abetted in his escapades by Sylvia, a faithful Zbornak.
(That’s kind of a horse and kind of a dinosaur and kind of none of those things.)
Sylvia is one of the best female cartoon characters I’ve ever seen. Through her the animators have managed something that persons attempting to reboot Looney Tunes have been failing to do for the past two decades: turn out a girl character goofy enough to fit in with the rest of the crew. Sylvia is grounded, intelligent and a heck of a good fighter–and with her weird, lanky body and expression that drifts from deadpan to double-take in a hot second, an utterly gorgeous vehicle for emotional expression from snout to tail-tip.
These two are soulmates, by the way. Not the romantic kind but the kind who can have a whole conversation without saying anything.
Wander, though, has far too large a heart to settle for one friend. Unfortunately for Sylvia, whose life is devoted to keeping him out of trouble, he happens to have set his sights on the Genghis Khan of the galaxy for befriending-purposes.
Lord Hater–think Skeletor by way of Star Wars with electric powers–has conquered half the planets in the area and has the rest of them in the bag, but Wander’s presence brings out a rather less-than-terrifying side of him: deep down (not very) he’s basically a socially backwards teenaged boy attempting to start a rock band in his garage to impress girls.
His doomed, Wile E. Coyote-esque pursuit of Wander, whom he’s itching to electrocute, runs contrary to the efforts of Commander Peepers, his very tiny second-in-command, to stay on message and grab as much territory as possible.
Commander Peepers would be my favorite character, by the way, if it weren’t for Sylvia. He’s nestled perfectly in the elusive intersection between “Too adorable for this sinful earth” and “inadvertently let his kidnapping victims escape because he was having so much fun throttling someone he’d already stabbed.”
Did I say four main characters? Season 2 also gives us the sinister Lord Dominator.
About whom, the less said at this point, the better.
The trajectory of Wander is a fascinating thing, and watching both seasons might feel like a little tour through your childhood cartoon history all the way up to the present day. The show was masterminded by Craig McCracken, the real inventor of The Powerpuff Girls (Utonium was just a front) and the imaginer of Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. The entirety of the first season works the way these shows do, offering a fun, elastic saga high on Saturday Morning wackiness and low on continuity–what show-writer Frank Angones dubs “a CARTOON with a capital ‘C’.” Once our expectations are firmly in place, though, Season 2 shifts the atmosphere and thrusts us straight into the Gravity Falls or Steven Universe era. Angones phrased the question of Season 2 like this: “What if Wander’s weird little galaxy was our weird little show? And what if Dominator represented all the extremely perilous, high-stakes, big mystery storytelling that some of our favorite shows have? … Does zany Cartoon silliness even have a right to exist in the face of unspeakable odds?”
Well, that’s a better question for the network. With Season 2 complete, they’ve decided Wander has goofed around enough and haven’t troubled to pick up Season 3–which was already fully planned by McCracken and his crew, and which was promising to be a truly glorious synthesis of cartoony ridiculousness and backstory-laden epic. While most of the original crew have moved on to other projects, plenty of them are ready and willing to come back and make more Wander if the network requests it: they were, it seems, just as psyched to deliver the new story as we were to receive it, which is just making us even more eager. So we can’t help but cling to this glimmer of hope: make some noise, bring some new fans on board, and convince @disneyxd to reconsider.
Worst-case scenario, we have some new people to watch a great cartoon with and that can’t be a bad thing, right?
Here is Frank Angones’ “HELPFUL SUGGESTIONS FOR NEW WANDERERS: A PRIMER,” which should get you nicely grounded if you don’t feel like sitting down right now and watching forty half-hours (also a great refresher on Season 1 if you’re restless and want to jump straight into the plot-driven Season 2 action).
And here is the #SaveWOY campaign’s pride and joy, the Change.org petition to renew the series! At the moment of writing it’s within a mere 825 signatures of its long-awaited target goal, and now has never been a better time to sign it.
If you’ve read this far, congratulations on your attention span! Now heed the rambling of a frantic animation fan and give this show a chance!