Math is Happiness

The crew of the Normandy(s) wish you a happy N7 day! ⭐

[Close ups under the cut!]

Skirt go spin! <3

Then Superman flies into Gotham to rescue Bruce and the kids. And everybody is like, "wait a damn minute" because while Dick and Jason are copies of Bruce, they do sort of look like... And Superman is very intimate with them, hugging Dick and crouching down to talk to twelve year old Jason who looks a little wary and then there's Bruce. There's Bruce, who is smiling, not that ghastly social smile or that flirty smile but something real, and he looks so comfortable around Supes and... Did Superman just brush something off Bruce's Wayne face? Immediately rumours start spreading and Gotham has a new reason to loathe Big Blue from Metropolis:

Superman: Don't be afraid, just take my hand and we will get you somewhere safe.

Gothamite, clinging to a lamppost: How about fuck no?

Superman: um, excuse me, sir?

Gothamite: You think I'm letting you fly me out of here? Taking me off to god knows where? So you can what?

Superman: Save you?

Gothamite: Oh, like you "saved" Bruce Wayne? Got him pregnant with two babies you don't pay child support for or even visit? They're beautiful boys but I'm not having no alien baby let alone with some deadbeat baby daddy.

Superman:

Batman, deadpan: I'm mean he's right, Superman. You did me wrong like you did Bruce Wayne. Two babies and no daddy.

Gothamite, angrier now: YOU KNOCKED UP THE BAT TOO?

Batman: He won't even visit us any more. Nightwing and Robin miss him so much.

Superman:

Taught Dick how to shave.

Spent years dragging half asleep and begrudging children out of bed every morning for school.

Gave sex talks, feigned oblivion when sheets needed to be washed or when five minute showers become thirty.

Morning found his coffee being chugged by his third son. Jason eating bacon and eggs from his plate. Dick's head buried in the fridge.

Alfred's judgmental gaze when not a single boy found a shirt or pants as a requirement before coming downstairs. Content to lounge around in boxers.

"What the fuck is a bathrobe?"

"An article of clothing, on your floor Master Timothy."

"I didn't see it....?"

"No, that would require moving trash, and being able to see said floor."

"God this house is a nightmare-"

Bruce Wayne learned early, gremlins come late.

Between the hours of 12:00-3:00 am.

Will tell you everything, how school was, who they love, the worse things to happen to them.

What they need.

You can't be asleep.

Sometimes it's stupid, a Christmas present an annoying teacher.

Or it's the last step before making a decision.

Bruce after a long day pretending to relax in bed, waits.

Dick clad in Superman boxers appears.

"I think I'm depressed-"

He's wiped tears, changed plans.

"Bruce- can I tell you something?"

Accepted confessions with open arms.

Picked up drunk children.

Picked up the phone.

"Bruce-Dad...I fucked up."

Hunted his second oldest down, finding his baby bleeding out.

Patched up wounds, staying as long as Jason wanted.

Broken windows, crashed cars, blood and broken bones.

Tears, vomit.

He hasn't eaten hot food in years, hasn't slept through the night in even longer.

Bruce Wayne stares at three heads of black hair taken up his entire bed and knows he wouldn't change a single thing.

Well one thing.

"Damian, why are you on the floor?"

"Todd kicked me Baba!! I was asleep!"

"Jay- let your brother in the bed."

"Noooooooo."

"Father make-"

"Dad he-"

He's the luckiest man in the world.

Superman, holding a crying kid: Poor little guy, he's lost his mom.

Green Lantern: Do they look like you, bud? Black hair? Blue eyes?

Kid, nods: *sobbing harder*

Wonder Woman: Don't worry little warrior, we will find your mother.

Flash: *motioning toward collapsed apartment block*

Superman: oh... Um, it's OK champ, I'm sure your mom and dad are around here somewhere

Superman, hissing under his breath: Bats, help me, do something

Batman: *slowly removing a Robin costume from his cape*

Kid's mom, running out of nowhere: Benny! Oh thank god!

so, in other words,

tags via @procrastinatorproject

So while it’s true that the Enterprise is not as big as people think, that goes double for the Falcon!

A good way of thinking about the relative size is by using a bridge comparison:

The Enterprise bridge has space for 11 people to work, as well as a significant amount of space between stations to move around comfortably:

[Bridge illustration by Tobias Weinmann via here]

And the whole thing fits in the nipple thing up on top of the saucer:

Meanwhile the Falcon (beloved weed bus) has a cockpit that seats 4, with only 2 main operational stations, and zero floor space:

And since Serenity was mentioned too…

Serenity has a bridge more comparable to La Sirena - with 2 stations at the front and quite a bit of floor space.

And for those interested in a visual comparison:

(Boeing 747 for scale as well as the Delta Flyer because Why Not)