#spaceship rants

[gayinajar]

get you a partner who loves you as much as walking canes love falling to the floor at every opportunity.

[probablyanalienindisguise]

my favorite thing is explaining to people one of my favorite fictional characters is an entire fuckinh spaceship who is also in a love-hate relationship with another ai

[jpeg-files]

wow I'm making it really obvious that I'm objectum huh 😭

[femslashspuffy]

I know some people hate when society metaphors are too explicit but I do kinda like AI I mean AL and "planet of the incels"

And also the effect on Alan is realllllly cool

[happi-dreams]

a couple hours ago i ranted to my sister angrily about the lego movies and here’s a visual reenactment of that

i was so pissed i felt like matpat

[duncanor]

I think a post-Trimax show, from earth independents pov, would probably be a mecha Anime ngl

[sparrowsabre7]

God, Mandalorian starfighter design just irks me so bad. There is literally no reason for the wings to tilt up like that.

It's dumb. I'm sorry but it's dumb as hell.

Like Lamda Class Shuttles need to fold up so they can land, their wings extend below the main body of the ship.

But Kom'rk Class Fighters?

Look at this moronic bullshit! The folding up of the wings does not make it easier to land, it just makes it a bigger target and a taller, less convenient shape to fly into a hanger.

Its length is basically the same, but it's height is drastically increased.

And before anyone says "oh but that's where the landing thrusters are like on a VTOL Jet!" shut the hell up. Literally every other ship in Star Wars manages with little jets or repulsorlifts to land on, there is no goddamn reason to use the main afterburners to land with.

They are so stupid, I hate them.

[thunder-opossum]

So I'm back to fighting art block, so in the meantime I offer you some of the silly little astronauts I made for a psychology project.

I spent too long on writing and illustrating this "children's book" for only a few people to see it. And I just really like some of these drawings :3

[dead-generations]

Do you have any thoughts on the recent burying of fossils? I see the argument but I can’t help but see it as a waste of knowledge

the repatriation and reburial of the mungos and others? yeah I dunno. Theyve been studied for 50 years so one would hope enough research was done on them. It's not clear to me what was done however. Archeology and anthropology in australia is, frankly, shit, it always has been. its an embarrassment really. I would not surprise me to learn little was done but date the remains. the state of anthropology and archeology in australia could be summed up nicely as "a waste of knowledge"

I am avoiding ranting about how bad the field is here, especially compared to north america. If you are euro or yank you are probably completely unable to accept how much worse it is here, but believe me it is worse than you are imagining. There simply isnt money or institutions for serious research and searching for new sites or even really studying known ones. It is shocking how little work is done on extant sites - really the goal is to get them heritage listed, turn them into tourism, and then use them in land disputes.

The money is either for land fights in the regions or ensuring builders get their approvals in the cities. Yes, thats how australian archeologists make money; ensuring that developers 'meet regulations' in the cities. You can imagine how that goes.

Anyway aboriginals in australia have been horrendously treated. They werent considered australians under the law until 67. Google stolen generation if you are unfamiliar with that awful business. Why is this relevant? because for these people they cant help but see their dead in european institutions as grave robbing and pillaging. I think they have the right to ask for their dead back. Unfortunately the actual reburial was handled in the worst way possible and I don't even think that's an exaggeration.

[gayinajar]

abled people resting: wow i am so glad to be resting, i am feeling so comfortable and recharged right now.

disabled people "resting": goddamnit im sick of being sore/tired/fatigued. i dont actually feel rested or relaxed at all, im just not flaring. >:[

[grayrazor]

I hate that they decided that the Kelvin-timeline Enterprise is canonically gigantic. They should have just maintained the ambiguity that it's Battleship Iowa-sized from the front when you can see the bridge and Star Destroyer-sized from the back when you can see the shuttlebay.

Same for the USS Discovery.

A wall in the Star Trek: Discovery production offices, with all the starships Enterprise, to scale.  I guess it needs updating now with the Kelvin 1701-A and the Discoprise.

[peachnix]

rant i did in the tags of someone's post but actually i think it's better as its own post

"#the thing that gets me the most about the lilo and stitch remake. is that in the 3rd lilo and stitch movie, leroy and stitch, they actually DO show the family splitting apart!!!

stitch becomes a captain of a spaceship! jumbaa goes back to being a mad scientist! even pleakley goes back to what they were doing before.

but guess what.

throughout the movie it shows that even if you get exactly what you always wanted. it isn't worth it if you can't be with the people that you love.

THEY LITERALLY SHOW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THE CAST OF LILO AND STITCH DID DRIFT APART!!! THEY LITERALLY SHOW IT!!! AND THATS WHAT MAKES ME EVEN ANGRIER OVER THE LILO AND STITCH REMAKE?!!"

[wonderjanga]

Childishness

Marvel tends to bring out the childishness in people. Grown ass people.

JL: *on a spaceship heading towards a planet for diplomatic reasons*

Marvel and GL: *playing rock-paper-scissors*

Marvel: *wins*

GL: *sounding irradiated cause this is like his 12th loss in a row* “Again.”

Marvel: “Uh… Buddy, are you sure? You sound a little mad.”

GL: “Yes I’m sure!”

Marvel and GL: *play again*

Marvel: *wins*

GL: “Again.”

Marvel: *wins*

GL: “Again.”

Marvel: *wins*

GL: “Aga- You know what?! FUCK THIS!” *summons a table with his ring so he can flip it over*

The only reason Billy was winning was because both Solomon and Mercury were helping him. Billy wanted to throw a few games, but Mercury convinced him not to with the offer of the God giving him money from somewhere. Billy doesn’t know where but he does like money.

or

Marvel and Supes: *working together to kill a bunch of robots*

Marvel: *kills a robot* “That’s 31!”

Supes: “31 what?”

Marvel: “31 robots I’ve killed. I’m ahead of you by one.”

Supes: “You’re keeping track of how many we’ve killed?”

Marvel: “Uh yeah…? I wanna beat you, and I am, so ha!”

Supes: *smashes another robot* “Now we’re tied.”

Marvel: *lightnings a robot* “Nope!”

Supes: *now feeling a little competitive* “You…”

Somehow, neither of them know how, but somehow this ended up with three buildings collapsing, and they still somehow ended up tying. Batman proceeded to spend the next hour scolding them.

or

Riddler: *in Fawcett for whatever reason* “Riddle me this, Captain Marvel. How can the number four be half of five?

Marvel: “Uh… I don’t know.”

Riddler: “Of course you don’t. At least give a guess.”

Marvel: “No.”

Riddler: “Are you really so pea-brained that you can’t give a simple guess?”

Marvel: “Hey! No, I’m not. It’s just that I’m not coming up with any guesses.”

Riddler: “So you really are simple minded. I suppose, shouldn’t have expected much from a brute such as yourself.”

Marvel: “Wha- I’m sorry I don’t know the answer to that stupid, made-up, sentence you said!”

Riddler: “It’s not stupid or made up. It’s a riddle!”

Marvel: “No, it’s gibberish that you pulled from where the sun doesn’t shine. Speak English!”

Riddler: “I am speaking in English, you plebeian!”

That caused them to go on a 40 minute rant about whether or not riddles were gibberish or not. Thankfully, for Billy, Batman, eventually came to arrest his villain.

[chirrups]

my final piece for the @mcyt-platonic-heros event! concept art for an etho & bdubs space au me and my event partner @malt-rants-and-stuff came up with.

etho is a librarian on a storm-locked planet and bdubs is contract crew onboard a transport/delivery spaceship. once in a few years the storm on etho’s planet clears, allowing for ships to land and leave.

in once such clearing, etho and bdubs have a chance encounter outside the document-and-artifact-storage facility etho mans solo (the space library if you will) as bdubs is delivering packages to the residents.

they become fast friends and start a lifelong correspondence of packages (and companionship through their isolating jobs) across light years of space travel. bdubs mails trinkets and records of other worlds while etho tells him stories and personal anecdotes of the goings on of a planet under constant storm.

however they never meet in-person again, as etho has too many responsibilities to the library and his planet community to leave and bdubs’ want for adventure is too much for him to stay.

perhaps far in the future they will meet once more as old men with many more stories to share.

[catididnt]

Burning Man is less about “eat the rich” and the complete disregard for the natural environment that those attending have embraced while claiming to be so about community. (How can you claim to be community focused when your chosen location degrades the equipment of the people who attend? They’re very self-selecting about who attends without saying they are. Even the cheapest tickets require like $2K once you add in everything.) 

It’s more like the libertarian town that got invaded by bears. I felt for the original locals in that - only there are no locals at Burning Man. Everyone decided to be part of an event to “burn the man” despite how much they now cater to influencers.

“Eat the rich” is the wrong battle cry, but I don’t think we have one that gets more nuanced. You want to go after the people who are using up the resources at an unsustainable pace, that are setting the bar and selling out everyone else for their own enjoyment - How do we sum that up?

Anyway, check out https://www.jetfinder.com/burning-man-festival/ and their recommendations! 

I’m aware most of the 72,000 people there are not “private jet” rich, but pretending Burning Man doesn’t cater to “$500 is a rounding error” rich is silly

Seeing the notes on posts about the Burning Man Debacle™ and for fucks sake I am taking the phrase 'eat the rich' away from y'all until you can CORRECTLY IDENTIFY the rich

Rich is 'arrived by way of their private jet', is 'dropped $500k on a submarine ticket', is '$500 is a rounding error'.

'$500 dollars for a nine day event they must all be rich white people' no you reactionary rotten potato that is actually an entirely reasonable price for an entirely normal person to pay for an annual event! $500 over the course of a year is approximately equivalent to one big takeout a month! Being able to afford that doesn't make you rich it makes you probably not poor! The 'rich or poor' narrative is a false dichotomy that completely excludes the fact that 'richness' or 'poorness' is a SCALE! It's not fucking categorical! You don't one day magically flip a switch and go from 'poor' to 'rich' or vice versa you see incremental changes over time! Wealth distribution is a (these days, admittedly, rather wonky) motherfucking BELL CURVE! . The fact that capitalism is driving more and more people to either extreme of said curve is just evidence of a broken system, but it doesn't change the fact that most people should have a decent amount of disposable income!

The fact that many people don't have said disposable income doesn't magically make the ones that do 'rich' it makes everyone else poor. And the people at fault for the massive and growing percentage of people living below the poverty line are not the ones managing to stay above it, it's the fault of the actually rich, the ones stealing our time and our health and our wages and our future in pursuit of a number on a screen. And the rich are the only people you're helping by hating the people struggling slightly less than you.

When it comes time to 'eat the rich' you're going to be murdering dentists and librarians and scientists while the actually rich point and laugh from a safe distance as you solve their problems for them.

[thick-monster-thighs]

I beg. You HAVE to please do a Pilot Yautja from Killer of Killers x solider Yautja reader. just imagine it, seeing you're superior being frustrated he can't find a planet worthy for his hunt because he's grown bored of it. Then reader decides to offer themselves to him as a "stress reliever"....

I swear he looks so dominating and demanding

I cannot get that yautja out of my head idc if he's bald he's still fine!!😩

but yeah the reader can be GN! since I think ALL should have a taste of him😋

one serving of the bald cutie coming right up

Title: Stress Relief Rating: Explicit (18+) Fandom: Predator: Killer of Killers Ship: Baron (Male Yautja) x GN Yautja!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: NSFW

He's pissed. But then again, when isn't he? The Baron pulls another cable out of the console near the pilot's seat, cursing quietly to himself as the lights on the centre console, directly in front of the steering, flash weakly. As he pulls out another plasma cable, a sharp flash of light dances across the panel, causing him to recoil with an angry hiss and twich of his mandibles. You struggle to suppress a snort of laughter, but when the Baron is as annoyed as he is today, provoking a fight is not a good idea. "Why the rush?" you ask instead, leaning against the console with one hand on the knife attached to your belt. It's always within reach, there to keep you safe when talking to the pilots. All pilots have a short fuse for their own reasons, but they are all connected by their wild temperaments. And he's no exception. He's your assigned pilot and is technically a rank above you. As a mechanic for the Vayuh'ta Kv'var-de, the fighter pilots, you have to deal with his moods and quirks. But would you openly confront a superior just because he's annoying you with his angry rants about the poor electronics in his consoles? And it's not even your area of expertise or your fault? No, it's better to remain neutral and avoid setting off his temper further.

"I'm in a hurry because I'm flying to the next planet. The next hunt," he replies curtly, with an aggressive undertone. He disappears back into the console, pushes the next panel aside, and searches for the cause of the malfunctioning internal sensors. You nod and snort through your closed mandibles. "Then fly without the internal sensors," you reply. "The external sensors are working." The growling from inside the console grows louder, and you can smell the pilot's anger. The smell is bitter and deep; even the smell of a burnt-out plasma line cannot mask it. Caution is advised - he seems really angry. However, you can't resist hitting your knee against an outer panel of the console with a dull thud.

"That's the fourth planet in this cycle," you say deliberately, while noticing his aggressive scent unleashing a certain anger in you as well. If you're not careful, this will end in a fight. Or is that exactly what he wants? It wouldn't be the first time you've taken out your frustrations on each other. "You won't find what you're looking for in the stars." Now you've gone too far. With a roar, the Baron pulls himself away from the spaceship's console and slams you against the cockpit wall by pushing his chest into yours. You immediately reach for the spear on your back, but he's faster: With a precise and calculated movement, he catches your hand and redirects it away from the weapon. Using his other hand, he reaches around you from the other side, pulls the spear from its anchor in your armour and throws it carelessly to the side where it lands with a clatter on the floor. You and your opponent both growl, mandibles open to threaten and impress, to read each other's scent and intentions. Your insolence is an affront and an act of presumption - you both know it - but it's too late to take back your words. Instead, the Baron presses you against the wall, puts one hand on your throat and makes it unmistakably clear that one does not question a superior.

Your mandibles fold back; it's more of a staring contest than open aggression now. Since you've already got him all worked up, why not kick him while he's down?

"Did the council approve your list of planets?" you ask hoarsely, voice dulled by the hand on your throat. “Did they approve every hunt? Every single one that you think isn't good enough for you? Or are you doing all this under the cloak of deception?” He grunts, neither amused nor appreciative of these words. He certainly doesn't respond to these questions with a mere growl, because his response is as follows: He takes a slight swing and then rams his fist into your stomach. A dull, pressing pain instantly explodes in the centre of your body, and you hiss in pain - but this is still a very restrained punishment for your presumptuous behaviour by his standards. Normally, he would throw you across the cockpit and engage you in a fight, would not let go until you're bleeding profusely. It wouldn't be the first time you've challenged him and he's challenged you in return. It's a whole thing you two have going on. Instead of fighting back, you grab his belt and push aside the metal loincloth. Your hand follows the leather straps that hold the belt and weapon holder in place, quickly finding the target of this intimate, impulsive search: your hand closes around his erect cock, twitching impatiently, accustomed to your attention. Is he really that stressed? If yes, then you'll gladly offer to take care of that for him. What warrior would say no to a little fun, a fight of a very special kind? Certainly not the Baron, who is only too happy to put his hand between your legs and demand satisfaction. And after a brief, intense struggle to set the mood, you always do exactly that. You grab him firmly with your hand and run it up and down his length; meanwhile, he grabs your locks and pulls you closer to the wall, his gaze fixed on you as if he wants to supervise the work. Pilots are all the same. They always have to keep a close eye on everything. After the initial slow pumping motion, he tightens his grip on your locks, sending a pleasant shiver down your neck scales. He knows exactly how to give him a good time. Stress relief. Your hand moves faster now, varying the pressure it exerts. You apply less pressure at the base and more at the tip, moving in a way that follows his anatomy. He's hard - very hard - and his pelvis is nestling against your touch. Apparently, a lot has built up over the past sub-cycles, and today it has manifested itself as him angrily cursing about his faulty sensors. All he had to do to get your expert help was ask! But none of the flying warriors can do that - expose themselves by asking and starting a proper mating ritual. They always have to argue first instead of going straight to an erotic battle of strength. The Baron always makes things more complicated than necessary because he has the ego of a council member. And that despite the fact that he himself has only been wearing his mark for a few cycles!

He grunts and presses you closer to the wall. This is a clear sign that he wants more and wants it faster, so you comply with his request and speed up your pumping movements. Occasionally, you brush over his tip as you do so, feeling the soft, warm skin and enjoying the soft growl - or purr? - that vibrates almost imperceptibly in his chest. After two or three minutes, his breathing becomes shallower and more irregular. He groans and presses his face into the crook of your neck, inhales your scent; he inhales the arousal and the desire to give him release. He rubs his pelvis against yours, encouraging the movements of your hand on his shaft. The first drops of hot semen cover the tip of his cock.

Then, with a deep, throaty groan, you push him over the edge and he climaxes, spilling hot liquid between your bodies. Your hand and both of your armours are now wet with the slightly sticky liquid, while he takes a deep breath and hisses a content growl against the scales of your neck.

"S'yuit-de," he whispers. Shit. His deep voice sounds much less tense and the clicks in his pronunciation are less sharp. Good — maybe he's a little more bearable now than before. However, when you pull your hand out from between your bodies to wipe it off, he grabs the back of one of your thighs with one hand and roughly pushes your loincloth aside witht the other hand. With the annoying fabric out of the way, he can now grab your other leg as well and push you up against the wall. His still hard cock presses against the inside of your thigh as he searches for the tight entrance he's only too happy to claim for himself. Oh, okay. It seems there's still more stress he needs to relieve. But - that's fine with you. Maybe he'll be less pissed after round two.