#TERRA FIRMA

[platonic-activity]

It might be time to read Terra Ferma…it’s my emotional support fic

[freckleslikestars]

Merry frelling Christmas

FARSCAPE | 4.13 Terra Firma

[p-redux]

From Submit Option:

"Not just the same furniture. If you click on the tasting alliance video, you can see the same white rose flower arrangement/ box in Sam's video on the table as is there in Susie's selfie. Matchy matchy as you say..."

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Ooooh, good catch, Anon! Looks like one of those preserved white rose arrangements is on the table in front of Sam in The Beach House Suite at Shutters On The Beach 👇

And here it is with the plastic cover taken off and the arrangement turned a bit in Susie Evans' selfie in the same suite. 👇 Definitely Match Matchy!

For those asking why would he take her on the boat if they're dating? "Sam doesn't mix business with pleasure." It is a myth that Sam doesn't bring women he dates around people he knows. There is def evidence of this with past dates, of course we have pic evidence with more serious girlfriends, like Abbie Salt and Mackenzie Mauzy, but other more casual dates, Sam doesn't HIDE, he just doesn't post stuff publicly. Big difference.

My thought is he met Susie either in Texas, where she lives, or on the celeb dating app, Raya. And invited her out to Los Angeles to hang out with him. That doesn't mean it's serious. When you're rich and famous, flying someone out and staying in a very expensive suite is not out of the ordinary. It doesn't qualify the status of the relationship. If I were rich and famous, I'd be flying out hot dudes to see me or taking them to vacation spots ON THE REGULAR. Why not? I say enjoy the fruits of your labor.

PS. I'm seeing A LOT of Extreme Shippers following me the last few days, in particular a very infamous babygater. You can come and WATCH and maybe the TRUTH (there is only one) will finally perforate those too tight tinhats, BUT if you are foolish enough to leave your delusions in the comments, you will be immediately blocked for the crime of supreme idiocy. Consider this your only warning. Unlike the long sunken barnacle filled SamCait ship, on here, we don't get seasick from all the constant ups and downs of a faux ship. We live on terra firma and get to enjoy the stability of THE TRUTH. Welcome aboard REALITY. It's not so bad. Trust.

[jt1674]

[interstellar0range826]

Here we have the next of the glowy men - Earth! Thoughl Earth himself prefers to call himself "Terra Firma". Terra Firma is a very outdoorsy fellow. Being the only known planet to host life, he loves plants, animals, even fungi ! Of all the glowy men, Terra Firma is the closest you get to cottage core 😂 Choosing to focus on the wildlife, Terra keeps to himself for the most part. With the exeption of Mars. Terra really REALLY likes Mars. The two go hiking all the time. Between you and me, He thinks Mars could support life 😉

When Terra Firma was young, he got into a fight with another glowyman named Theia. It was pretty gruesome. After the fight, Terra was blessed with meeting a new glowyman. (Glowymen are rare so a NEW glowyman is even rarer!) The new glowyman was just a child. She had nowhere to go. So, Terra Firma took her in. She became his prime directive. He fed her, he clothed her and he took care of her. He even named her - Terra Luna.

Luna (the actual moon) is tidally locked to the Earth. Because of this, Terra Luna (the glowyman) is emotionally attached to Terra Firma. She's never seen without him. She's very shy. When meeting someone new, she'll hide behind Terra Firma. He's her comfort person.

[jordanlafordan]

Mirror Airiam currently has a hold on 98% of my brain.

[farttherapy]

2:16 onward for trailer, a compressed mix for ads and longer for a theatrical trailer.

I still think about it, on occasion.

[proverbialschoolmarm]

[megmoonoracle]

Hi, I hope you’re doing well. May I ask you an oracle card reading please ? I would like a general advice for my life if you don’t mind but I honestly can’t choose one deck so feel free to choose according to your feeling. Thank you for the guidance and have a nice day or night! S.A.

terra firma from the Supra Oracle deck

from the guidebook: "unsparing. wild. self-contemplative. destiny."

the earth and earthly spirits are reaching out their hand to you. go out and seek natural resources, there is so much out there for your taking. your creativeness, imagination, and respect is enough in return. ground yourself and move forward with land at your feet.

🌙 take from this reading what you will. best wishes & warmest regards. 🌙

🌠free one card readings 🌠

[johnfpederson]

lo the leviathan (11)

behind the city gates

guardsmen were trembling

at the colossus of

seafaring legends

lo the leviathan

lifted it's awful head

and imbued the skies with flame

heaven have

mercy on us

let us not perish in terror

wo are we

who have made

our home this cursed terra firma

save our souls

lest we die

in this formidable fire

from the mouth

of a beast

so few have lived to admire

under a violent sky

waters were raging

upon a precipice

bastions were shaking

lo the leviathan

dethroned poseidon

as cliff sides were breaking

[trrafrma]

Chapter Five of Terra Firma is out now!

Read it at https://www.trrafrma.com/

[tenth-sentence]

'Unless the Nautilus can move along terra firma and passes over the isthmus —'

"20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" - Jules Verne

[freckleslikestars]

Stars

Farscape, vaguely John/Aeryn fic, Terra Firma because I love Aeryn on earth fics.

conversations that go nowhere under an unfamiliar sky

1141 words, read here on AO3

Tonight, at the edge of the field,

I stood very still, and looked up, and tried to be empty of words.

What joy was it, that almost found me? What amiable peace?

Mary Oliver

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It was oppressive, this little backwater planet. And that was saying something, coming from someone who had grown up on a command carrier. But it was oppressive in a different way. The atmosphere was thick, and the weather was hot and wet – muggy, John had said. Everyone watched their every move, waiting for them to slip up, do something alien. There was an artifice in their domiciles, prisons dressed up as palaces, with great lawns and windows to suggest an open freedom, when all they were doing was hemming them in. At least the cell-like rooms of peacekeeper ships didn’t deny what they were.

John was different here, too: even more distant than he had been since she’d returned, and all the while slipping back into his old life, old job, old girlfriend. She felt trapped, no way to leave without...without what? Without destroying Moya’s patchwork crew? Without leaving her heart behind? But staying hurt just as much, and where would she go anyway? So she watched the others experience Crichton’s Earth in all its garish glory, and she watched John slip from her grasp even more, and she glared up at the empty sky, and there were no stars here, and she yearned to be up on Moya’s terrace, with the rumble of Moya’s drives below her feet and an entire sky of stars before her.

‘You’ll catch a chill out here like that,’ his voice jolted her out of the sun lounger she had curled herself into, and it took an alarming amount of concentration not to let her surprise show on her face as she stared at him in the warbling glow of the pool lights.

‘Hardly. I’m more likely to suffer heat delirium.’

‘It’s under 60° out here, and you’re in my sister’s old daisy dukes.’

She looked down at herself, mouthing daisy dukes with a frown, trying to parse what he could mean.

‘The cut-offs. Shorts. They’re named after a character who always wore them on this 80s TV show. Though, the tank top’s not going to keep you much warmer.’

‘You forget, I’m more sensitive to the heat than you. The daytime is nearing intolerable on this godforsaken planet.’

He ducked his head and winced, guilt lining his brow and the corners of his mouth, ‘I’ll come up with a solution – something to help cool you down during the day.’ He nodded towards the pool, ‘swimming will help – you can ask Livvy for a suit if you want.’

‘I think I’d prefer to just stay inside during the day, avoid the sun.’

‘Good idea,’ he nodded, swallowing thickly. Under closer inspection, he was fidgety, nervous: clearly uncomfortable as he refused to make eye contact. ‘So, uh, whatcha doing out here.’

‘I wanted to see the stars, but...’ she nodded to the orange-tinged sky.

‘Ah. Yeah. That’s a problem, even out here on the cape.’

‘I am feeling... a very unfamiliar combination of emotions right now. Lost and alone and...I miss...Moya.’

His fidgeting halted, and he cast her a tender smile, ‘that ache in your chest? it’s called homesickness. I, uh...’ he turned his head over his shoulder, away from her, working his jaw. ‘I’ve got an idea.’

‘Oh, great. A Crichton idea. Because those only lead to certain death every other time.’

He chuckled and nodded, ‘this one’s harmless, I promise. Come on.’

‘Where?’

‘It’s a surprise.’

She held her ground, not shifting a muscle as he turned and started sauntering away, all false bravado, a little glimpse of her John. ‘In the cycles you’ve known me, have I ever once enjoyed a surprise?’

With a laugh tossed over his shoulder, he turned, a wolfish grin on his face, ‘well, I can think of a couple of times you enjoyed my surprises.’

She rolled her eyes but relented, following behind him at a few paces, unwilling to get too close. It wasn’t just Moya she was homesick for. He led her out to his car, unlocked it with a chirping beep and retrieved a hoodie for himself from the trunk before clambering into the driver’s seat and nodding over for her to get in the other side.

‘Tell me if you get too cold,’ he murmured, twizzling the aircon knob to its coldest setting and highest power. As he pulled away from the curb, he started fiddling with the settings on the radio, muttering to himself as they scanned through stations, ‘sorry, I took Chiana out to the mall again today – God, she loves that place more than a teenage girl – and she messed with all my settings.’

‘There’s a reason I never fly with her as copilot.’

‘Oh? And I thought it was because she doesn’t know how to fly.’

‘Well, there’s that, too.’

He hummed and continued to scroll from staticky station to staticky station until he landed on one playing oldies, and started humming along. ‘You know, I didn’t realise how much I missed having music onboard Moya – music I recognised, at least – until we got back here. If I’m ever to get lost in space again, I’m definitely going to need to make sure I pack a couple of road trip mixtapes.’

‘So you’ve made up your mind? You’re staying here?’

There was an uncomfortable pause, filled with tinny crooning from the speakers, before he cleared his throat, ‘I don’t know,’ he whispered. ‘This is my home, Aeryn. I’ve spent my last four years fighting my way back here, and...’ he sighed, ‘it’s home. You-‘ he cleared his throat, ‘you could stay, you know. If you wanted. When the others go back up to Moya, there’s always the option for you to stay. You look human, and we can work on your English, and-‘

‘John,’ she gave him a pained, bittersweet smile, ‘I won’t stay where I’m not wanted. This is your home, and I’m yet to find mine.’

They lapsed into silence after that, letting the crackling radio fill the air for the rest of the duration of the drive, the roads steadily decreasing in size until he pulled off onto a dirt track, drove for another ten minutes before pulling over.

‘Where are we?’

‘The middle of nowhere. Away from all the light pollution. Get out and look.’

She did as he said, slipping out of the car and tilting her face up. Pinpricks of light scattered the deep velvet, unfamiliar constellations, further away than she was used to seeing them. And, for a few moments, she felt just a little less homesick as she took deep breaths of the sweet fresh air, her eyes filling with the stars of John’s world.

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