farthest humans

anonymous asked:

hey i was wondering why you ship sheith. i've wanted to get into voltron because i love your fic but i've heard there isn't a lot out.

To be as concise as possible? There’s something about people who are in love but put the universe before their interpersonal problems that really gets me.

Emotionally martyring yourself in the name of protecting and being there for other people? Give me. Consciously doing it with another person? Mmm. 

As soon as Voltron starts, we learn that Shiro has been confirmed dead for a year. He was a talented pilot and selected for a prestigious piloting mission at a ridiculously young age (going the farthest humans have from earth). During this mission, he was abducted by aliens and the government covered it up, calling it a ‘pilot error’ and thrusting the blame on Shiro. It’s promptly alluded to that Keith (the most talented pilot of his generation) was close to him and dropped out of school as soon as Shiro was confirmed dead. We literally meet the kid as someone who lives in the middle of nowhere like a desert cryptid and has a coffee table made of cinderblocks and a piece of wood.

This is in the literal first thirty minutes of the pilot episode. 

Shiro returns after escaping said aliens, and as soon as he changes into clothes that were mysteriously at Keith’s house, Keith grabs his arm and says, ‘It’s good to have you back.’

Having been through months upon months of traumatic fighting, experimentation and exposure to violence (the man’s arm was ripped off for fuck’s sake), Shiro doesn’t even flinch and says, ‘It’s good to be back.’

They are close. Confirmed in the most subtle fucking way, we immediately understand these two have a serious trust platform. 

The depth of their relationship is interesting because it’s so nuanced throughout. This is probably why people have taken to klance more, which is loud and easy to digest since it’s mainly just teenage boys and inferiority complexes, to be frank. It makes sense. It does.

Keith and Shiro are the only ones who’re implied to have a deep relationship. Shiro has literally no fear in touching Keith, and they’re always standing beside one another throughout the show. Not to mention–and I don’t want to spoil it too much if you do decide to watch–Keith consistently sticks his neck out to save Shiro in ways that are damn near insane. 

That finale? Holy shit. You wanna talk about devotion to someone’s safety, then get to that final episode. The loyalty between them is immense.

And I guess I like that now. I’m getting older. I like the idea of people who’re in love being thrust into hard situations and finding ways to make it work. People who believe in one another from the start is so important to me now that I’m progressing into an area of life that’s so fucking grey and confusing. Shiro really values Keith’s potential just as much as Keith values Shiro’s strengths and weaknesses (he protects them, my god). You need that as an adult going through some shit. I’d be lost without it, I swear. 

It’s good.

They’re good.

I know there is tons of discourse around it, but if you critically examine these two and stop infantilizing Keith (he had a fucking house, okay?), then it’s heart wrenching in all the right ways. I cannot stress how good they are, especially if we look at the context we have and not fanon assumptions.

deus vult [an instrumental fanmix for The Sparrow]

The Jesuit scientists went to learn, not to proselytize. They went so that they might come to know and love God’s other children. They went for the reason Jesuits have always gone to the farthest frontiers of human exploration. They went ad majorem Dei gloriam; for the greater glory of God. 

They meant no harm. 

(listen.)

  • one. Rome, December 2059 (Allegri Miserere - The Sistine Chapel Choir)
  • two. those hands were like the mark of Cain, he thought. (Afterimage 3 - Max Richter)
  • three. for Emilio. (Gabriel’s Oboe - Yo-Yo Ma)
  • four. at least for the moment, they all fell in love with God. (Remember Me - Thomas Bergensen)
  • five. night on Rakhat: they named everything they saw. (Water Night - Eric Whitacre)
  • six. “challalla khaeri” (Ibelin - Harry Gregson-Williams)
  • seven. “God! God, I was born for this.” (The Falls - Yo-Yo Ma)
  • eight. Supaari VaGayjur profited from the presence of the Jesuit party on Rakhat before he knew of its existence. (Ney Improvisation in Makam Huseyni - Sufi Music Ensemble)
  • nine. “Madre de mi corazón.” “Hijo de mi alma.” (Closure - Michael Giacchino)
  • ten. Hlavin Kitheri was a poet. (Overture - Jay Chou)
  • eleven. the city of Gayjur (The Dance of the Soma - Jordi Savall)
  • twelve. ils sont les innocents (Sacrificial Procession - James Horner)
  • thirteen. he would tell the Reshtar: I am here to learn your poetry and perhaps to teach you ours. (Sybilla - Harry Gregson-Williams)
  • fourteen. “You see, Meelo? Your family came for you. I found you for them.” (And He Remembered Noah - Clint Mansell)
  • fifteen. “But it was my body. It was my blood. And it was my love.” (Vide Cor Meum - Patrick Cassidy)
Tell the Truth and Run (SouthCT)

Chapter 10: Luck

[AO3] [Fic Tag] [Story Tag | Masterpost]

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, Minor Character Death, Mild Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Child Trafficking [other tags on AO3]

Project Freelancer fell. Agents scattered. News spread to even the farthest reaches of human civilisation. Connie and South find themselves two of the UNSC’s most wanted, trying to outrun the reverberations of Project Freelancer’s collapse in a stolen ship, with stolen armour and nothing but their skills to their name.

Well, at least mercenary work pays well.

But the project never seems far behind them. Sometimes it feels like it’s only a matter of time before it catches up with them. And they can only run so fast.

Chapter Word Count: 5432

Notes: Into double digits! On a similar note, last chapter actually marked the 1/3 milestone for this fic, and I didn’t even realise.

Two quick back-fists; hands catching and curling into the necklines of shirts; heads slammed together without as much as a glance. Tossing them backwards, South freed her hands just in time to block the fist coming for her face and grab its owner by the wrist; drag them forward into her foot; send them flying across the roof. Landing hard they skidded across the rough surface, scraping if not breaking through their protective gear, before finally coming to a hard stop a few metres away.

As the bounty hunter scrambled to get to their feet, South closed the distance in large strides. A swift, sharp kick to the side of their head knocked them out and meant a killer headache when they woke up−if they did. Power armour and the delicate structure of the brain were a deadly combination, after all.

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anonymous asked:

Wait, isn't Reiner the body? I mean, since Bertholdt is one thin ass motherfucker (seriously, look up pictures of dudes with his height and weight and not even the super fit ones look it because yeah) while Reiner, while he says he's going to complete his mission, also is suffering pretty severely from becoming the mask.

Reiner has a physically fit figure, but Reiner takes on the role of the heart or spirit, because Reiner is more driven/conflicted by his emotions, his passions, duties, etc. and serves as a better moral center than Annie, Bertolt, and likely Marcel.

Reiner’s major conflict is one of the spirit. In fact in Chapter 42 before he confesses to Eren, he literally tells him this. His heart will go out before his body and it does.

Reiner feels so guilty and horrendous about what he’s done that he compartmentalizes himself into two roles: soldier and warrior and this guilt is what drives him to confess. Of the trio, his emotions have been more of a driving force into his downfall. They isolate him. They make his convictions and duties weak. 

As to Bertolt as the body, well Bertolt is the most physically competent of his trio, being the one who has been the most successful in his mission, and he is also the strongest titan shifter as the Colossal Titan. In fact the serum for the Rod’s Colossal Titan is marked the strongest. If that’s not a clear indication of body, I don’t know what is. 

Something also to keep in mind is that Bertolt is the one who compartmentalizes the farthest away from the humans if that makes any sense. He pities them, but he moves on and he deals with his guilt in a much more detached way than either Annie or Reiner. 

In Chapter 42, it’s actually sort of ironic that Reiner says that his heart will give out before his body when the “body” of his group is standing right next to him. We know that Bertolt had been able to deal with the guilt…better than Reiner. And Bertolt does not break until the very last minute and not until he’s all alone, when both the mind and heart are broken. 

The body can go on without the heart and mind, but can it survive for very long? Not really. 

Anyway that’s my mindset on it.

anonymous asked:

my favorite thing about shiro wearing eyeliner is the first time we see him clearly wearing winged eyeliner… he's on kerberos… like he woke up that morning at the edge of the solar system… literally the farthest humanity has ever gone… and was like… matt hand me my liquid brush

Shiro has his goddamn #priorities straight!

Night Court-Human Alliance Theory

More theories, hooray!

Alright, so we know that Tamlin was only a child during the great war with Hybern over the humans’ slavery and the territory dispute. While Tam was too young to do anything, I don’t think Rhys was. When Rhys says to Lucien that he has “been fighting on battlefields since before you were born,” this leads made me to think that he might have taken part in the big war (which he could have if he is a bit older than Tamlin. The reason why I think he’s a bit older than Tamlin is because he took on a friend/mentor relationship with him, teaching him the “ways of swords and females,” which seems to point to a bit of an age difference between them).

Now, here’s the thing: I think the Night Court was on the opposite side of the war from Hybern and the Spring Court - namely, on the humans’ side. If you think about it, it makes sense. The Spring Court under Tamlin’s father was a big proponent of human slavery and was allied with Hybern (remember, Amarantha was friends with Tamlin’s father). If the Spring Court was actually allied with Hybern, and Rhys’s father killed most of Tamlin’s family, there’s a strong possibility he did this because he considered Tam’s family to be too dangerous and too opposing to the Night Court’s views, even after the war ended. (It doesn’t sound like Rhys’s father killed them DURING the war, since Tamlin goes on to fight in his father’s war bands; I think the murder happened a bit later. In fact, I think the only reason why Tamlin was spared in the first place was because Rhys stepped in for him on his behalf. I think he asked for Tamlin to be spared because he was his friend, and he saw that he might not end up as bad as his father.)

The Night Court, taking the opposing side to Hybern and the Spring Court, may have been the humans’ allies. We KNOW there were some fae who allied with the humans; it’s what made the big difference in the war’s outcome. 

Tamlin says as much: “How do you think the human armies survived as long as they did, and did such damage that my kind even came to agree to a treaty? There were faeries who fought and died at the humans’ sides for their freedom, and who mourned when the only solution was to separate our peoples.” 

If the Night Court took the humans’ side, it would make sense why there is still some animosity between the Night Court and some of the other courts (besides Rhys’s later actions). Plus, it sounds like the Night Court is very powerful; I could see them tipping the scale in a war like that. Imagine Rhys and his father fighting on the battlefield? It would be a massacre. (Also, that would totally tie in with SJM’s pinterest pictures showing them in battle armor/battles.)

I think the resulting political lines would make sense with this theory as well. We know that the Spring Court, as the loser, took the largest “sacrifice” in lands, giving them up to the humans in the south (Feyre says as much when she’s looking at the painting/tapestry in Tam’s library). But notice who has the largest amount of land? The Night Court, which has a “sprawling, massive territory.” Which would make sense if they were on the winning side, but it seems that the Night Court’s location on the map could also speak to another result of the treaty and their potential alliance. Although the largest and most powerful court, the Night Court is also the farthest away from the human realm. Remember what Tamlin just said? While some fae fought for the humans, they “mourned when the only solution was to separate our peoples.” The Night Court, the humans’ biggest ally, must in turn suffer by no longer being able to maintain contact with them. Their victory was a double-edged sword.

If that is the case, then I could see why Rhys is willing to ally with Feyre Under the Mountain. Besides the fact that she is their biggest chance, Feyre might remind Rhys of the humans he used to fight alongside. Although he pokes fun at her at times, he alone bets on her in the First Task. He also understands the rate of human healing (remember when he tells her that he KNOWS that a human’s nose couldn’t have healed that fast without fae magic, after Lucien heals her when the Attor beats her? I think this hints at his past with humans.) I think Rhys understands humans very well, especially their tenacity and drive for survival. It doesn’t surprise me that he bet on Feyre.

Overall, I think the Night Court’s old alliance with the humans, as well as their tension with both Spring and Hybern, would make sense in the context we’ve been given. Amarantha, Hybern’s general, takes revenge on Rhysand because his father killed her “friend,” the old High Lord of the Spring Court. The once powerful Night Court pays for the personal slight, but also for their alliance with humans, which Amarantha would especially hate. She must have taken a lot of joy in making Rhys bow to her in so many ways.

Rhys’s dislike and comments toward Tamlin and Lucien in the Spring Court scene would also make more sense. Not only would Rhys be angry with Tamlin over not trying to break the curse for so long, but he would find it especially ironic that Tamlin, a member of “these people” who so disliked humans, must fall in love with a human who hates them in turn. (The “these people” line refers to when he remarks to Feyre that he is surprised she hasn’t run away screaming from “these people.” He then laughs when he realizes that she “doesn’t know.”) Rhys might be pointing to the fact that Tamlin hasn’t told Feyre about his true backstory or the extent of the Spring Court’s distaste for humans. (While Tamlin doesn’t seem to have hated humans to the same extent as his father, it is obvious that he doesn’t think much of them. That’s why Amarantha put the curse on him in the first place, and he and Lucien both make disparaging remarks about humans in Feyre’s presence while she’s at the Spring Court. I’m guessing the Autumn Court may have also been a Hybern ally at the beginning, too, come to think of it.)

Anyway, those are my thoughts. What do you guys think?

anonymous asked:

random thought, but what if lexa's parents were alive but it was never mentioned? and so one day she takes clarke to this small village to meet them and everybody is freaking out cuz hey, heda's here! and she gets to act more like her age and stuff around her parents, idk

I think we all just wanted her to be an orphan because its more heart wrenching that way

But ok, I got another idea: what if they were alive but Lexa didn’t know? Because she was so young when she was sent away?

Imagine Lexa, after miraculously surviving the bullet and settling the war and leading the grounders and the remaining (and peaceful) Skaikru into a time of peace, going on a tour of sorts of her people.

Clarke comes along, naturally - Lexa wants to show her the ground, the people, the cultures. Its a long trip, months of travel, during which Clarke sees more places and people than she could ever imagine. From the mysteriously reclusive Boat clan to the friendly Desert People, from waterfalls and mountains to rivers and caves full of shining mosses and radioactive flowers - Lexa shows her them all, and with time, Clarke grows more adept with the grounder language and more comfortable taking her own little tours of wherever they are while Lexa’s tied up with her duties as Heda.

Of course Lexa demands Clarke take along a guard, her best one, but Clarke doesn’t mind. Sometimes the guard, Misah, is useful when she gets lost and needs to get back.

About three months into their journey, they come to a newer clan. Lexa simply calls them the “people of the mountain forests”. Their main city is clustered around a sparkling turquoise mountain lake, houses essentially piled atop one another like boxes made from wood, teetering in ways that shouldn’t be possible and yet are as sturdy as the stone mountain halls of the Blue Skin clan. This clan, though very far away, is technically under Trikru jurisdiction, and lies at the farthest outstretches of the human population which Lexa leads. There are tales of people even further north, as well as further south, but mountain ranges and huge wastelands of desert cut the grounders’ access off on either ends of the coalition.

While visiting, they are treated to gifts from the craftsmen and women of the clan - fine clothes of silk-like wool, a pale blue shirt for Clarke and a forest green one for Lexa. They receive garlands of mountain flowers and a feast full of meat and fruits and ale - Lexa drinks a tiny bit too much, not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough that Clarke spends her evening slightly tipsy and entirely enchanted by Lexas pink cheeks and tipsy giggles.

In the morning, Lexa is drawn at dawn to observe the clan’s matters. Clarke kisses her a lazy morning kiss before Lexa heads out, tells her she’ll meet her for dinner.

That day, Clarke explores the city on foot, following the footpaths built on the roofs on the houses as well as on the ground. She visits a temple, simply out of curiosity, and, already familiar with the religious beliefs of this corner of the coalition, pays her respects to the gods of the Sky and Tree in the proper manner.

A kindly priest offers to show her the higher mountain temple, and Clarke, curious as one can be, accepts. She sends word to Lexa of where she is going to go, and then follows the priest out into the back to the stables.

They ride on donkeys, Misah right beside Clarke, for about an hour along a narrow path in the woodland slope of the mountain. Its high summer, and though down in the valleys it is hot and humid, the air up here is only warm and dry. A cool breeze rustles through the mountain ashes and birches, shorter than they are down on level ground, and a whole explosion of color is shown through the short-lived mountain flowers that bloom everywhere they go.

They climb up to a hill, and come to a more leveled ground, where Clarke can see a small village and a staircase, climbing up the steeper slope, all the way to a cliff where she can see a temple, its metallic pillars shining in the sunlight.

The climb up the stairs is exhausting, but the view from the ledge us breathtaking and beautiful. Clarke sits with the priest for a long while and listens to him tell about his people.

Just when they’re leaving, a woman passes them to the temple, and Clarke freezes. She only saw her for a glimpse, but her memory is clear as day. A quick detour back, pretending shed forgotten something, confirms what she thought - the woman she saw looks exactly like Lexa, only older. The same eyes, the same nose, even the same jaw - though Lexas face is a little bit rounder and softer, Clarke has no doubt the two still look like twins.

That night, when she’s laying in bed with Lexa, she tells her about her day, but leaves out the mysterious woman. She only observes: “You’ve never talked about your parents.”

Lexa sighs. “I didn’t know them. I was sent away when I was young, perhaps a year or two.”

What Clarke learns from the conversation is that Lexa has tried finding her parents, and failed, and thus given up.

The next day, she takes Misah and returns to the village. She wanders around for a while, gathering curious looks, but then catches sight of the woman again - she’s walking away, carrying some fruits in a basket, and Clarke decides to follow her.

She follows the woman to a house at the edge of the village, a two-story wooden building with beautiful carvings and a man sitting out front, doing some woodwork. As Clarke watches them from afar, she confirms her suspicions - they have to be her parents, they look so much like her its impossible them not to be.

She takes a deep breath and goes up to them. Upon seeing the Heda’s symbol fastened to Clarke’s shirt, they bow and mutter formalities, with which Clarke is always uncomfortable.

She asks Misah to go a little ways off, and then smiles at the couple. In her still stumbling speech of trigedasleng, she presents her question, and waits for its answer.

“Do you have a daughter?”

The woman shakes her head first, but then man takes her hand. “Yes.”
“Was she natblida?”
“Yes.”
The couple is now watching Clarke intently, and Clarke asks her final question.
“What did you name her?”
There’s a pause, and then, quietly, the woman speaks her daughters name.
“Lexa…after my mother.”
The man catches on, and asks if Clarke knows anything of Lexa.
When they learn that their daughter is now Heda, they look as though someone had struck them over the head with a bat.
After their initial surprise, however, they invite Clarke in for tea, and they spend the afternoon talking about Lexa. Clarke doesn’t share anything she’s not sure Lexa would want them to know, but her parents are dying to know anything.
When she’s leaving, her mother pauses, looks at Clarke, and asks: “Are you hers?”
Clarke nods slowly. “Yes.”
“I don’t know her, but…you seem kind.”
Clarke thanks her, and asks if she could bring Lexa to visit them the next day. They agree.

The next day, Clarke drags Lexa out of bed practically at dawn, much to Lexas annoyance.
“I’m sleepy, Clarke,” she whines as Clarke tells her to get dressed.
“I have a surprise for you. Please.”
After some coaxing, they’re out and about, with Lexa completely oblivious as to what’s about to happen.

When they arrive at the village, Lexa is confused that Clarke doesn’t lead her to the temple but instead through the village to a house.
“Knock on the door,” Clarke tells her.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
When the door is opened, Lexa freezes in shock. For an agonizingly long time, the couple and their daughter start at each other, dumbfounded.
“Mom?” Lexa asks, her voice frail and confused. “Dad?”
Her mother laughs and hugs her, as does her father, and Clarke sees Lexas shoulders tremble. When she withdraws from the hug, she wipes away some tears.

She is invited inside for a meal, and Clarke starts heading off, thinking Lexa would want to be alone with he r parents. Lexa, however, wont have any of that - she grabs Clarkes wrist, and after a brief kiss and a “thank you so much, this is the greatest gift” she pulls Clarke inside.

From that day on, Lexa visits her parents whenever she can. She brings Clarke, too, and after some time, her mother, Teya, begins to joke about Lexa bringing Clarke to be inspected whether she’s wife material. Her father, Malcolm, only smiles and says Clarke reminds him of the feisty warrior-women of the northern desert, and that Lexa would have her hands full with a wife like that.

Lexa never publicly declares them as her parents from safety reasons. Her visits to the village are explained by the near proximity of army outposts and rebel groups, and her parents remain a well-kept secret.

“Cheer Boys!” anime is based on a novel, but having read the novel, I was severely disappointed by how the anime handled it so far (they made it very generic in comparison to the novel, in my opinion), and I wrote AN EXTREMELY LONG SUMMARY with some translated bits here and there to help my friends understand why I am severely disappointed in the anime. (I know it’s only been 3 episodes but still.)

Since I don’t think the anime will change the main gist of the story, there are lots of spoilers under the cut. 

This post is incomplete and I’m going to add to it over the next couple of days as I have time (hopefully before episode 4)… so I hope you have the time to enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoyed reading, translating, and writing about it. I really love the novel. 

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