Normally I would put this in my Queue but it’s relevant RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW.
At a tiny moment in episode 4 the boys made a human totem pole and who else should be at the bottom but Kara? It’s probably because he’s “bottom of the totem pole” in life as well but it’s fun to imagine it’s because he’s STRONK BOY!!!
So, someone else has probably already drawn it but I wanted to draw it too!!
Had this thought last night as I lay falling asleep. We have all these space-exploration-ensemble shows with a bunch of aliens each of which has some sort of super-human power, more or less. And humans are always given ~leadership~ as their special power. The ability to bring people together, to organize shit, and I always thought, like…what a shitty power. What a shitty colonial “you were a mess until we came in and saved you” power. Drives me nuts. Seems like if an alien species builds a got-damn ship that can fly through got-damn space they probably have their shit together, right? At least somewhat?
So then I figure, what is humanity got to contribute to all these super-beings? We’re just nonsense reckless critters careening through space. Seems like we’d be more trouble than we’re worth.
But what if…I mean, what if that’s us. We’re the universe’s huckleberries. We’ll run headlong into danger, and we’ll *laugh*. And what if…what if we survive and a weirdly abnormally high rate. Like any alien with two bits of math can put together that we should have wiped ourselves out a long time ago with the first set of “hold my beer, and watch this.” So what the shit, how are we still banging around the universe building shit and flying off solar ramps into the sun while doing some spaceship equivalent of an ollie while crushing beer cans on our forehead. Why. Why do we exist.
And then it hits me. We survive. We’re super good at it. Uncannily good at it. So much so that we…I mean, we actually bend probability in our favor. It’s absurd. And it totally falls flat if you actually tell us this (“Never tell me the odds,” said Solo, knowing full well that knowing the odds kills a human’s chances of survival).
So there we are. Careening around the universe. Joining alien crews because they know that with a human on board, especially a cocky human in some kind of leadership position, can warp probability to stretch success in their favor. And they can never ever tell us this. So instead they just pat our heads and tell us we’re just so good at ~leadership~ and that’s what makes humans special
years ago, like 2012ish, i think, i used to love to bug @iguanamouth in their anons, because i thought they were cool. still do. one day, i wanted to make some cool art for them to notice, so i talked to them off of anon and iguana mouth suggested a reverse-mermaid. easy right?
but the thing is that i’m fucking lazy like it’s so sad. so every once in a while i’m like, “maybe i should draw that reverse mermaid? ooh, the addams family values movie is on!”
so i’m sorry. but i did it. i finally made her. her name is dixie, she’s miss sea creature of the universe circa 1953.
the falcs have a daily tally of how many times jack says the phrase “my boyfriend”. the member of the team who guesses the closest number for the week’s total wins the betting pool and jack has no idea pass it on