A Passing Through Dreamer

- First, I am team Troy all the way. They wanted to make a film about him ( I mean about Stringray but he is the captain so) but disrespectful of this take on his own mission and life. That’s nasty. Probably one of the reason biopic can be frustrating.

- Then it’s fun that Marina knows Johny which make me wanted to headcanon that in their off hours, Atlanta just shows her all the human’s media and somehow she invites Marina to fangirl with her / even tho I don’t like the sterotype fangirl depiction but I can understand them acting that way in some degree

- Johny Soonara is such a comedy name I cannot stop laughing when they say the name

- Slimy delicious moment of Titanyelling at X20 for failing to kill Troy

- One thing also appreciate this warming father/son (in law *cough cough) between Commander Shore and Troy these latter episodes. Like the commander is pretty understanding of Troy being quite mad about the production and he was like it’s okay you don’t have to face Johnny if you uncomfortable.

- Phones teasing Troy at the end for saving the days that is adorable. Also the ending is so cheesy I giggle hard when Atlanta doing the “Troy Tempest” in a dreamy voice

-Also don’t forget we get so many pepper post and expression for Troy looking like poor little meow meow here

Also, more often than you might think, they’re not actually promoting bigotry so much as “didn’t consider all the implications of something” or just used words that were polite then but considered offensive now.

SCatM - Dianne asking Paul.

the-original-sineater asked:

For Whumperless Whump

3. A Lull in the Chaos: Bedside vigil / Checking vitals / "Can you… sing? Until I fall asleep?"

SCatM - Dianne asking Paul.

It wasn’t uncommon to find a Captain sheltering under an Angel’s wing, be it literal or proverbial. The Angels effectively were the Captains’ ‘guardian angels’ with how often they watched over an operation from height,  swooped in to deal with a threat too great for the Captains to manage on their own, or reached down and plucked them out of a situation before taking them back to the safety of Cloudbase to recover and recuperate.  

It was less common to find an Angel sheltering under a Captain’s wing, but tonight was one of the few times it did happen. 

Dianne, too tired and too sore to bother cursing the helicopter crash that put her in Sickbay, but at the same time too wound up to sleep, looked to her beloved, sitting beside her bed. Paul was still rumpled and had a smear of dirt on his cheek from the mission, but he’d barely left her side. Right now he had the comfortable visitor’s chair right up against the bed, his arm around her shoulders and his free hand curled around hers.

“Paul?” 

“Yes, love?” 

“Sing to me?” she asked. At the cheeky twinkle in his eye she quickly added “Not one of your marching songs, especially not one of the filthy ones.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Paul teased, “I don’t know any filthy marching songs.” 

Dianne giggled, then winced, her free hand going to her protesting ribs. “Don’t make me laugh!” 

“All right, all right.” He shifted his position slightly, brow creased as he picked over his repertoire for something suitable. 

Dianne smiled as she settled in to listen. Paul didn’t sing very often, but when he did, he had a pleasant voice that was very soothing. 

+: being led back to bed with patient whispers

Paul & Dianne

Her head swimming from the aftermath of one of her infrequent but debilitating migraines, Dianne stopped to lean on the arm of the couch in the quarters she now shared with Paul. Their cabin was very dimly lit with only the standby glow of the various electronics, the only sounds were the background hum of the base around them and Paul’s soft breathing, and Dianne was regretting her stubbornness in getting up and looking after herself. ‘Yes, Paul would have happily gotten me a glass of water if I’d woken him up, but I didn’t want to wake him.’ Knowing she’d absolutely earned herself a chiding with her stubbornness but still determined to carry on, Dianne looked in the direction of the bed. Getting back there was entirely possible, she’d gotten out of it and to the kitchen after all, so she could get back to the bed, she just needed to pull herself together! 

“Back to bed, love.” 

The soft words were accompanied by an equally soft brush of lips against her head, and Dianne let herself be scooped up, carried a handful of steps, then laid down on her side of the bed and the covers pulled back over her. A pause, then the mattress dipped when he climbed in on his side. A little shuffling and shifting as Paul resettled himself and curled his tall frame around her, and Dianne gratefully snuggled into his warmth and his embrace. 

The Brittish goverment was unwilling to do anything for two reasons. First was the laissez-faire capitalistic ideology, that put the rights of property owners to make profits above human lives. Rent freeze was unthinkable and they even were unwilling to do proper relief efforts as free food would lower the cost of food. The second reason was distain for the Irish, and the thought that they were “breeding too much” and the famine was a natural way to trim down the population, aka genocidal reasoning.

This is why it’s important to stress it was not a potato famine. The potato blinght was all over Europe but only in Ireland there was a famine. The reasons behind it had nothing to do with potatos and everything to do with the Brittish.

Apparently what made Choctaw want to offer relief to Irish was the news about the Doolough Tragedy. Hundreds of starving people were gathered for inspection to verify they were entitled to recieve relief. The officials would for *some reason* not do that and instead left to a hunting lodge 19 kilometers away to spend the night and said to the starvqing people they would have to walk there by morning to be inspected. The weather conditions were terrible and many of them died completely needlessly during the walk thoroung day and night.

This apparently reminded the Choctaw of their own very recent (and much more explicit and bigger scale) experiences of ethnic clensing, where they were forcibly relocated. It was basically a death march and thousands of Choctaw died from the terrible conditions also completely needlessly.

In 2015 a memorial named Kindred Spirits was installed in Southern Ireland to commemorate the Chactow donation.

Then in 2020:

And you don't even know in which side the person you are discussing is on.

I hate the whole "I am from this group so I can talk for all or most of us" without asking "hey, are you from the group? So the group does have different views... I see..."