Thranduil: Legolas, you are growing into such a handsome elf.
Legolas: Thank you, Dad. Now what did you do now?
Thranduil: Really, Legolas, you are too suspicious. I know we live in a perilous world and trust is hard to come by, but I am your father. You have known me all your life.
Legolas: I know, Dad. You have been a wonderful and giving father. What did you do?
Legolas: Stop it.
Thranduil: I signed you up for summer camp. You get to go on a hike to a large volcanic mountain to throw a piece of jewelry inside. Sounded like something you’d enjoy. I hear there will be lots of orcs and oliphants to kill. You love that. If you don’t die, don’t forget to write.
We succeeded in taking that picture, and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there – on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. 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.
[…] To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.
Imagine Voltron in its first fight against Prince Lotor, and Lotor somehow is able to comunicate (maybe he got one of his cronies to hack Voltron’s communication system). So the entire time Voltron is fighting, they hear Lotor making snide comments in the background, like “Is that the best you have?” “My father must have been weak if he couldn’t squash you like the bugs you are.” And it looks like the Galra are going to win, and Voltron is about to lose when Lotor makes a remark about how, after he kills Voltron, earth is next one to go.
And Lance fucking looses it.
Suddenly, enemy ships are being cut and frozen left and right, the number of Galra ships decreasing rapidly. All the while Lance is screaming over the intercom, saying things in English and Spanish alike. But everyone, including Lotor, gets the gist of what he is trying to say:
“Get anywhere near earth and I will fuck you up.”
Lotor never hacked into Voltron’s communication system again.
*written inside a paper airplane that I try to throw at u but falls short* trans girl oikawa and genderfluid kageyama wearing dresses together. Oiks wearing a black skater dress with pink and blue floral print. Kags is wearing a pink 50's-esque (ya know like sleeveless but with thick shoulders and the tiny black floppy collar) with tiny black cats all over it. Both are based on dresses I actually own (raccoon)
i’m warning you / for him / i’ll kill / the earth moves where i stand / i feel the turning of the wheel / i feel nothing in my hand / not even the feel of steel / you will not take my child / you don’t know how to kill / i have no other choice / what i must do / i will /