The research mission was a disaster. Of course, they had calculated the probability of failure, and their chief statistician had composed a painstaking report theorizing what problems might arise. A planet such as this, teeming with a variety of sentient life that mostly coexisted peacefully (a conclusion formed after a longer observation period than normal, considering the difficulty the crew had in ascertaining the dominant species – eventually, the species with the greatest number of permanent structures won on a randomized gamble), needed the utmost care in their approach.
But no, no no- this managed to exceed the expectations of even their ship’s computer. At first, they had chosen a hardy zone appropriate for their own survival: bountiful access to the main water source, enough radiation of the correct spectrum to ensure sufficient regeneration should one of them become injured, and cool winds. The last had been the suggestion of Raijla, and after a brief scan of the lower-level atmosphere, considered innocent enough that the little luxury was permitted.
It had proven the main obstacle in their mission. While the conditions remained favourable for a few days – and how long they were on this planet! – it deteriorated after that. The cool winds were a precursor to something stronger, the skies darkening with a burgeoning, far off screech that intercepted communication. Unable to hear their teammates’ increasingly distressed clicking, all of them resorted to using their personal recording devices to devise a back-up strategy.
Being forced to relay messages to each other via the ship’s system was tedious and frustrating, but the geographical mapping system managed to find an alternate shelter. There, they were forced to finally meet the dominant species of the planet, following the nearest group’s path to a semi-sheltered cave. Uncertain of their hosts’ reactions, they kept to themselves; it didn’t last very long, and with trepidation they established their first tenuous line of contact with the alien species.
okay so theres an episode of whats new scooby doo where the gang goes home on valentines day, and i guess the studio really wanted to avoid the implication that daphne and fred were sleeping together because daphne and velma live together and fred lives with shaggy and scooby
but that attempt at avoiding anything risque backfired spectacularly because now it just seems like daphne and velma are a comfortably domestic couple and fred is trying to learn how to live with his boyfriends over excitable and really hungry great dane
It’s far cuter like this anyway.
OOOOOOOOOOOOH SNAP
CANON
i don’t have a source for this just a gut feeling, but doesn’t everyone in the gang call him “freddie” at some point?
which would imply that the entire gang is poly and dating
If any group in pop culture is poly, it’s definitely the errant kids from the 60s with a groovy hippie van
What do people do with all that time? I mean, people other than me. They must do something. All those nights and weekends for years and years. I can’t even imagine what I’m going to do with all that time. Don’t people get awfully tired after a while? I mean, won’t I get awfully tired? And is there something that makes it okay in the end? Is there something that makes it worth it, being so tired, going through all this?
Nothing tops @dril’s “face god and walk backwards into hell” in terms of iconic phrases with absurd sources, but @clickholeofficial recently gave us “don’t squander this opportunity! God may have closed a door, but what that stupid motherfucker hasn’t realized is that he left a window open for you to wriggle right through!” And damn if that isn’t the most motivational thing I’ve read all week.
the next time you think you’re lonely, just remember you have about 25 billion white blood cells in your body protecting your sorry little ass with their life. you have 25 billion friends who would die for you. no need for tears.
thank you osmosis jones
My immune system tried to kill me though.
Jordan just remember you had twenty five billion enemies trying to kill you and you’ve survived them all
Take THAT you tiny goddamn sons of bitches.
i have 25 billion confused citizens fighting amongst themselves over whether or not to smash the state, and it makes me feel uncertain
jesse you’re such a punk rebel even your cells want to smash the system
And Sarek freaking out (in a logical way) because he doesn’t know what is happening and Amanda like “Adun, no, you don’t have to call a healer, Spock is ok. No, he’s not in danger. Yes, that’s completely normal. Sarek… please, sit down and listen to me… that tooth cannot be reimplanted. Yes, he will lose all his teeth and I don’t want to have this conversation every time, ok?”
just moving along like everyone else 