Cosmos Nerds

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marchenkind:

@cosmosnerds

Today was the big day. The Superman was going to be at Central City signing comic books, pictures, and even t-shirts! Pax was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. Superman was one of his most adored superheroes and he couldn’t wait to meet him. Later on that day when people were supposed to get in line to meet him, Pax was among the hundreds of others wanting to meet the superhero. He was decked out in his favorite Superman t-shirt and hat, and had a big poster with him to get signed.

It took a few hours of waiting, but he finally got to the front of the line and once he did, his eyes literally brightened up slightly and he asked in a voice of awe, “Are you really the Superman??” This seemed too good to be true so he had to ask just to be sure.

Clark didn’t quite understand events like this. He understood the importance of being a symbol, standing for hope and justice, giving people something to believe in even when everything else was going to hell... but photobooths? Autographs? What was next, kissing babies?

But he’d promised Lois he would go, and only imminent danger would drag him away. The line to meet him was slightly terrifying, but thankfully he didn’t tire as quickly as most, and was able to have at least a short genuine conversation with everyone.

At first, he didn’t notice anything different about the little boy that came up to him next. Immediately, he crouched down to get on his eye level. “Yes, that’s me. What’s your name?”

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empathicstars:

Long, continual blinking. “There was neither rocking nor sitting within trees, ensign. Perhaps I am missing your meaning.”  

“Old Earth song,” Petra explained. “Someone and someone sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. You’re a communications officer for a ship of mostly humans. You’ve got to learn these things.”

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flightxless:

<🦅> - - - “Honestly, most of this job is a little bit ridiculous,” Avyra replied simply with a sigh. “They already have what they need from this planet. They just want to test my skills, then probably decide what to do with me further.” She frowned. There was a possibility of being transferred O F F the Orville if she did too poorly. Or even if she did a remarkable job. The thought made her squirm inside. She was just getting used to being here.

“My job is to spend around two hours there, give or take, see what I can gather, and report it back in a timely manner once we return to the Orville. I will be judged on how much information and the quality of information I gather.”

“Guess we’d better get going, then.” Alara quickly took the shuttle away from the Orville, then entered the coordinates they’d been given. It seemed like her job was mostly sightseeing, and she was perfectly alright with that.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine. You’re good at what you do. I wouldn’t stress too much about it.” She sat back, arms sprawling comfortably against the armrests. “It’ll be good. We do this quick trip, we come back for a few days, and then we all get some leave at the next station. Nice and relaxed.”

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// FYI – there’s a pretty strong possibility that in the next few days I will making new blogs and transferring content over to them, and bumping my RP blogs up to main blogs rather than sideblogs. This might seem sudden, but I’ve been considering it for months now. I haven’t 100% decided, but it seems very likely.

[notarthurfrellingdent]

Half of my brain: I should make a Stargate AU where John didn’t get shot through the wormhole, and he joined the SGC instead of IASA!

Other half of my brain:

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stellaviatorem:

                        Nope. Not a dream. And getting eerier by the damn second.  “ Oh yeah – real embarrassing, ”  he replied shortly. Cam’s eyes zeroed in on the weapon. It didn’t look like any of the tech they usually found off-world. Great – another mystery. P-90 still trained on the stranger, he took a few steps forward.  “ As fun as it might be to go around in circles, how about we cut to the chase here? I’m Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell, part of a team called SG-1. Now I’ll ask again – who the hell are you? ”

Lieutenant Colonel. Military. Great. “Commander John Crichton. Doing my own thing at the moment, sorta unaffiliated. You wanna explain what the frell you’re doing with my face? Cause I’m pretty sure that’s my face. And body. The whole... general look. Is mine.”

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stellaviatorem:

                      He froze, weapon still trained on the source of the sound that had emerged from the tree line.  “ This – isn’t happening, ”  he muttered under his breath.  “ It’s a dream. Or a very, very bad trip…. ”  After a moment, his senses started creeping back.  “ Stop! ”  he called.  “ Now explain to me exactly who the hell you are…. ”

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“Who the hell I am? What about who the hell you are?” John had Winona raised as well, turning this into quite the weird standoff. “See, this is what happens when people don’t coordinate. One of us is gonna have to change...”

[v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e]

I’m not going to end the strike unless you meet our demands.

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me when i dont got this: i got this

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[bitchwhoyoukiddin]

get to know me meme | [2/5] favorite male characters - John Crichton (Farscape)

Ah, screw it. But I am not Kirk, Spock, Luke, Buck, Flash or Arthur frellin’ Dent. I’m Dorothy Gale from Kansas.

Probably the only male character who managed to avoid the dreaded Man Pain. He was in pain a lot of his televised existence, but you saw WHY. His pain didn’t drive his journey; it destroyed it. His curiosity and wonder and desperation drove his journey. He wanted to go HOME, more than anything else. But he managed to build himself a new one. He was damn near destroyed by his drive to “get home”, but in a stunning turn, the narrative showed him that he’d outgrown what he remembered. All those choices and damage and connections he forged grew him up. And in the end, HE CHOSE to leave Earth and everything it represented behind. John Crichton isn’t defined by his pain, nor is he motivated by it. He’s defined by his choices, and that is what makes him so much… more.

[bethanyactually]

#john crichton #i also think he is made so much more by his approach to masculinity #i know i am harping on this a bit #but it’s so refreshing #remember when we were all overwhelmed with raleigh from pacific rim? #john is four seasons of that plus wormholes #like. he actually makes masculinity look attractive #because it’s not threatening or dangerous #(he can be threatening or dangerous but not by virtue of his masculinity) #rather his masculinity is nurturing and protecting and caring #and that’s usually coded as femininity but this show illustrated that could be masculinity too #he is a breath of fresh air and i already miss him (via @ladytharen)

[kahesha]

John Crichton, Human

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[ekjohnston]

Quoth @mylittleredgirl: #lois revisits all these moments in her head after she finds out#and then one day clark is like oh! i forgot! cheese of the month! and she’s like omfg stop i’m the only one here#and he’s like no really#and brings back a box with like assorted cheese wedges and lois just can’t sometimes with him like how is this guy even REAL#forget the superpowers like even without them clark would absolutely drop everything to return a library book before it’s one minute overdu#what if someone wants to read it lois#what if someone is waiting to take it out#no it can’t wait until tomorrow#i swear it will be literally two seconds #one second!#anyway that’s clark kent for you

Because all of Clark’s excuses are funnier if he’s made sure ahead of time that they are true.

[princezilla]

@unpretty

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// Low-key general starter call? Plotted or not plotted, whatever strikes your fancy. Feel free to specify a muse, or I will chose for you.

[fantasticmemesandwheretofindthem]

OH MY FRIENDS ,   my friends :   forgive me         that I live and you are gone. there’s a GRIEF that cannot be spoken.              there’s a pain that goes ON & ON.                   phantom FACES  at the windows.                       phantom shadows on the floor. empty    chairs at    empty    tables                      where my friends will meet  ..   ….  . .    ..  no more.

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empathicstars:

Who else? There were many people aboard this ship – but it appeared that Ensign Sands was insinuating that the two of them were abnormally or obviously close. “I am sure I do not know what you mean, ensign.” She looked back down at his work. “It appeared that he did like it. Yet he also fell asleep.” 

Petra chuckled quietly to himself. “You rocked him to sleep, did you? Why am I not surprised?” Anyone who’d spent five minutes near Barclay knew that he didn’t relax easily. Yet Moore could get him to fall asleep. Amazing. “Moore and Barclay sitting in a tree...”