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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)

Cheerful Swamp Elder: “Well y’see, them gases what come out of the swamp in the real dank places, they’s as smelly as a skunkcoon’s hind end, and Stinky Jess, so the legend goes, well she were a bit of a prankster, an’ she’d find a real ripe part o’ the swamp, and then she’d whip up her wind magic an’ waft them stinky smells right into yer house and get er’body hollerin’. They say no one annoyed Stinky Jess for fear o’ being visited by her stink in the night! O’ course, Ol’ Stinky Jess also taught us that soma them gasses are flammable, on account o’ the time she sneezed durin’ a stinkup an’ set half the town on fire, an’ that’s the story o’ how our tribe learned ter harness methane and ter fireproof things even when they’s surrounded by water—”

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A family has a child who is born strong in the force- it almost ripples off her when she screams and cries as infants do. The Jedi are waiting by the door when the parents bring her home, her arrival having sent ripples in the force weeks before.

Please, they say. We know you love her. We know she is your first born, and that she is special to you the way that all children are special to their parents. But this gift comes with it’s own costs. She will be strange, she will be destructive without meaning to, she will see and know things that will frighten her and will frighten you. she may even accidentally kill without proper training. Please, for your sake and hers, let us raise her where she will not harm others and be understood by her peers.

And the family says no. She is OURS, and ours to raise.

And the Jedi can do nothing. To force the issue is tantamount to kidnapping, and inexcusable.

So they let her go.

The problems begin before she reaches her first birthday. A baby with the power of the cosmos at her command is a dangerous thing- objects shatter and splinter when she cries, there is no place out of reach to her- if she wants a cookie, she can pull the whole jar off the shelf. But they try. She is their child, after all.

It gets worse when she starts to speak. Secrets are thrown into the light of day, disturbing questions asked, and she still cries- not from her own distress now, but from horrors seen across time and space, too large and fraught for such a small being to handle alone, but there is nothing her parents can say to comfort her. She develops means of protecting herself on her own- unpredictable aversions and triggers, hiding away from the too-loud feelings of others, rituals to stave off the horrors that never work but the compulsion is there the same. They try, but her parents know they are failing now. She isn’t growing up like the child they expected and planned for, she isn’t growing up like any child they know, she hardly seems like a child at all some days-

-And just like that, she goes from being their child, to their burden.

They still try- but they’re trying to manage her now, not raise her. Doctors are called in, Medications are tried, and then ‘alternative’ treatments and therapies and then 'unlicensed professionals’ and eventually for the sake of their sanity and the safety of her siblings, she is sent away. Not to the temple, but to camps and then retreats and then institutions. Only ever for a few weeks at a time, she is still theirs and they can’t burden anyone else with her, and each time she comes back less aggressively bizarre, so the treatments must be working right? It’s not like we’ve trained her that she’ll be punished with isolation and torture for 'acting out’, right?

And it goes like this, until she is twelve and alone at home- her family is away so that her sibling scan have a “Normal vacation, for once”, and a documentary comes on.

It’s about the Jedi.

They don’t do documentaries often, but sometimes its good to let the public see how the mysterious organization operates. There is a live interview with a girl her age, who has just become the 'apprentice’ to another Jedi, and she is bubbly and excited and rambles on and stammers as her mind outruns her mouth in a way frieghteningly familiar to the girl, and she tenses as the Master approaches, anticpating punishment- she always gets yelled at or smacked or worse when she gets like this.

Instead.

An affectionate hand is put on her shoulder, assuring her of his presence and letting her continue to speak. She babbles on, and the camera pans upward to her assigned guardian.

He is looking down at this girl with such affection, such pride, such LOVE-

A whole alternate future spins out before her at once, where her parents had relented and admitted they didn’t know what they were doing, and given her up. A future where there wasn’t such breakable furniture around. A future where her nightmares were met with sypmathy and understanding, a future where shew as encouraged to move the furniture hands-free or make the flowers bloom or predict next week’s news- a future where-

-where she could have been LOVED.

The resulting explosion takes out two of the walls and the nearest transformer, plunging the county into darkness while she flees into the night.

She doesn’t see the rest of the interview, where apprentice and master alike flinch, at the sound of a breaking heart and the apprentice sobs, trying to reach out after the shadow vanishing into the night, and her master reaches immediately to comfort her.

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Sal: fuck you, pay me

Kent: fuck me

Glipix: What pollinators are operating on this horrible planet? Did you see one? I need to speak with them if you did.

—Marian is 46 and spent her 20s and early 30s as a mad max style motorcycle gang member. ‘Misery Marian’ was her moniker while she was LEADING one of these gangs.

—Sal and Kent are somehow unaware of this.

—Sal’s apocalypse is capitalism. Also Godzilla.

Your writing seems boring and predictable because 

You wrote it

You’ve read it like eight million times.

It wasn’t even my radar that this would ever become an issue, but for a very TL;DR version of what I’d like to say about everything I’ve seen come up in the last few weeks, no, I do not care about people’s kinks and what they do with other human adults/nonhuman adults stuck in human adult bodies in the bedroom. Petplay, or animal-themed bondage, or looking at furry porn, or whatever. I don’t even care if they find jacking it to animal documentaries to be their thing. As long as there’s no bestiality or the abuse of real people going on, rest assured, I absolutely could not care less about what people do in their own heads and bedrooms.

I also find it frankly stupid that some people are passing moral judgement because of this shit. Go complain about realistic horse cock Bad Dragon dildos to someone who actually gives a fuck, ‘cause I sure as fuck don’t. 

And stop calling everything zoophilia, for christs’ sake. I don’t care if you think that some girl growling in her submissive’s ear is somehow technically “zoophilia” because the sub finds it hot and growling is something animals do, or some other stupid reach like that. At this point, the term’s connotations have completely lost their punch in this community, and some of y’all are entirely to blame for that. I’ve reached the point where I see “no zoos” and I have to stop and check if they mean people who actually sexually abuse animals, or people who just want to get bent over a table by Tony the Tiger. It’s exhausting. It’s stupid. And it’s pointless.

Worse than that, it’s ostracizing a huge amount of people who’ve never done anything worse than have a FurAffinity account, or look at a picture of themselves as their kintype and wolf whistle. Painting people with the same brush that you’d paint actual abusers and terrible people and driving them out of the community with pitchforks and torches isn’t going to make them vanish. They’re going to still claim to be otherkin, or therianthropes, or fictionkin, or alterhuman– they’re just going to go make their own communities, and it’s going to give those actual abusers and terrible people safe haven, and potentially even influence, depending. And I promise you, that will come back to bite you in the ass, even if you’ve got the morals of a sludge pipe and can’t find it in yourself to care that you might’ve given the very types of people you claim to disavow power and community security.

I don’t care if a dragonkin thinks dragons are hot. I don’t care if someone with an alterhuman partner looks at their partner’s nonhuman form and goes “oh, nice”. I don’t care if nonhumans in the same system are wiggling their eyebrows at each other and doing the horizontal tango. I don’t care if someone’s busting out the wolf ears and wolf tail on their anniversary night. I don’t care! And I honestly don’t understand why some people are trying to put such levels of moral significance onto these sorts of things! They affect nothing. If it wasn’t for social media, half the people complaining about this sort of shit wouldn’t even know most of it existed, much less be trying to prophesize how Tumblr user xX_0o_N30N_W0LF_o0_Xx is going to single-handedly destabilize all of North America’s grey wolf population because he once strapped a dildo to a wolf plushie.