All I really want from life is a small, comfy space of my own where I can walk around in my underwear or have tea at 3am or have a dog and lots of bookshelves, paired with a job that’s not expected to become my entire life, pay enough for the small apartment and medicine and occasional media while still leaving time off and defined boundries, where I don’t have to walk constantly on egg shells or pour out my entire self into my work while still not being allowed to be parts of myself.
I’m more and more and convinced that kind of thing is a myth though.
You guys know that thing that Dad lions do to their children when teaching them how to fight and hunt? How they’ll go overboard and make a big scene that they’ve been vanquished when really the lil baby cub has just given them a tiny little nip?
Headcanon that Shiro totally does that with any of the paladins. Like they’re training and Shiro just falls down after one tiny graze to his side like “OH ya got me. Ooooooh, everything’s going so dark now…” and the kids are just like “Omg Shiro get up”
When I went to the US, I dug this beauty out of a stack of books in a thrift store–it’s a book about space travel published before the moon landings, and even before the Apollo program kicked off!
It’s filled with gems about the history of spaceflight, the development of space suits, and some starry-eyed concept art for planetary missions that never happened. Sometimes it’s so on point–other times, not so much.
I’m sorry if we’ve disappointed you, Frank Ross, Jr, but I bet you didn’t think we’d have robots on Mars.