i went to a weird tech high school where you were pretty much allowed to do almost anything, and you were given an expensive macbook laptop to do ur homework and other shit on. its like normal high school except u could get up and go to the bathroom whenever and not get into trouble (kids asked anyway who am i kidding we feared getting yelled at jus for needing to take a whizz)
and one day, first year, two months in, the school had a big gathering because they were having a problem. yknow, with the expensive macbook laptops.
they were getting cease and desist warnings from dreamworks because somebody was downloading 25 illegal digital copies of the bee movie, every day, for two weeks straight. they were being threatened with lawsuits, so the principal and vice principal basically rounded up all these meme-infused teenagers, and told them, “stop downloading the bee movie. we could get shut down because of you. please stop.”
and it went on for another week because, whoever this kid was, hated this school so much. so much so that they tried to have it shut down in the most fucking ridiculous way possible. by downloading the bee movie, staring jerry seinfield, as many times as possible. illegally.
i remember one early morning, after i got my breakfast burrito, some friends ushered me over to one of the lunch tables and pointed to another friend’s computer. a pirating site was open, and the kid who was responsible was actually a friend of mine. they looked at me, the biggest shit-eating grin on their face, and pointed to, you guessed it, 25 illegal digital copies of jerry seinfelds the bee movie downloading all at once on internet explorer.
the real kicker was that, since the laptops were technically purchased and owned by the school, they werent tied to any of the kids legally. just the school as a whole. so no names or faces were mentioned at all in the illegal downloadings of almost 100+ copies of the bee movie, staring jerry seinfeld.
I want for the Paladins to a “spring
cleaning” in the Castle and the Lions and that they find all sort of stuff,
especially from the paladins before them that once piloted their lions.
I want Lance to find a small heavy box
filled with small squares that resemble photos and in all of them a young happy
ex-Blue Paladin is smiling bright and big at the camera. I want him to go
through all the photos of their adventures where they are on with blue paladin
armor along with the rest team and photos of the planets and people they saved.
I want him to be motivated of that and push himself to do as good as his senior
Paladin did; to help, save and care.
I want Hunk to find video clips of the old
paladin of his lion where he’s almost video blogging and he’s narrating the
adventures. The videos start as a formal report but then slowly turn into a
journal and Hunk is mesmerized by the story telling. The stories become more
personal as the videos go on and then, in one of them, there’s a second tiny
person besides the old yellow paladin, cradled in his arms and Hunk gasps out
when Alfor whispers Allura’s name as he stares fondly at the small Altean baby.
I want Pidge to find all kind of dry plants
and flowers in one of her lion’s compartments and for her to being curious
enough to look their meaning and components, to see if they were related to the
nature back in Olkari, but turns out they are just harmless simple silly
plants/leaves/flowers/petals from different planets. I want her to find the old
Green Paladin notebook with the characteristics of each plant and it’s enough
for Pidge to search and wonder why they were so important to the past paladin.
I want her to feel this soothing calm breeze inside her as she learns more and
more about nature and feels a better connection with her Lion.
I want Keith to find sketches. I want him
to find sketches of aliens, planets, explosions, Red, all the lions together,
Voltron itself, the castle. I want him to see through the old red Paladin’s eyes
and see their reality, to see the calling and good and belonging they had and
wishing he could be part of that. I want him to pick up that extra empty
journal he finds, covered in dust and falling blank pages, and start doing his
own sketches, making up his mind and starts portraying his home, his team, his
family he has found and creating his own path slowly.
Having dissociative amnesia is so weird because it’s not like normal forgetting where you’re kind of like “I think this happened but I don’t know the details”, it’s looking back at a period of your life and seeing absolutely nothing. There is nothing TO remember, it’s just like a big black pit where your childhood should be.