Rooster: I don’t want to hurt Phoenix’s feelings.
Hangman: Hurt her feel...do you just walk around all day thinking about other people’s feelings?
Rooster: Yeah. Don’t you?
Hangman: No. How do you get anything done?
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Rewatched the Ark. Have a cold. I promised myself that the next time I got sick, I would binge Atlantis, but I can't handle the energy level of all the emotions. Lol. So I just watched this one. It's so fun. I love that Janus knew Sheppard wouldn't leave Teyla behind. He bet over a 1000 souls on Sheppard's inability to abandon his team. It was a safe bet. Lorne is great. Rodney is absolutely the best with his whining and sarcasm and then taking care of everyone and being worried. Also, I loved Weir just sending help no questions asked. She's so great.
This is just one of those really solid team episodes like Sateda and Inferno.
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after seventh watch i am thinking about a theory that came to mind today re ethan's particular kind of power over claire. and the idea was that for a character who is very anti-masculine, ethan tends to lean into masculine stereotypes the most in relation to claire--action hero stuff, protectiveness and strength--but after watching the movie i don't totally feel like this is the case? Anyway what Is textual is that in the rare moments when ethan is framed as imposing, he's usually interacting with claire. Thinking here specifically of the hand kiss scene, which is among the most viscerally fucked up scenes i've ever seen in a piece of media, and one of the things that makes it so uncomfortable to watch is the way that ethan is framed. The way his shadow falls over her when he opens the door, and she's lying on the ground, and he stands over her....given that this is a scene where ethan's deeply suspicious that she has been lying to him and manipulating him, it's pretty fascinating that the scene is so thoroughly set up to frame ethan as threatening. anyway it's 3 am so i can't really express this coherently but im thinking about it
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As of 2022, the Voyager mission, which was launched in 1977, is 14,804,633,501 miles away. It won’t leave the oort cloud, and as such our solar system, for another 14,000 to 24,000 years.
Do you know what was on the Voyager mission? The golden record. Which has greetings from 55 languages, as well as music from various cultures all around the world.
The chance of any living being ever finding that record and listening to it, is ludicrous. But we sent it anyway. Because that is who we are. Absurd, quaint, little creatures who crawled out of the ocean, just moments ago in the lifetime of the universe, who, in defiance of their meaninglessness, sent their music into an inky void. Like a bottle into the ocean, only even more impossible.
The world we live in is more beautiful than can ever be imagined, more ridiculous than can ever be described, and it is completely and totally pointless.
You have no purpose, no destiny, no fate. Life asks nothing of you for existing, the universe doesn’t care about you, or us, or anything. An asteroid could hit earth tomorrow and the universe would not mourn us.
But I would, and maybe you would too.
We don’t need to matter to the universe, because we can matter to each other.
We sing into an empty, cold, void, but the love that it took to get our voices there was what mattered.
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