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[gurumog]

Jason of Star Command S01E13 - Return of the Creature (1978) Filmation Creator, Producer, Director: Arthur H. Nadel

Craig Littler as Jason Charlie Dell as Professor Parsafoot Susan O'Hanlon as Nicole Davidoff

[welcometo79s]

Echoes of a very particular Karaoke Night at 79s

this was written inspired by prompt #1 of @weekly-star-wars-prompts and will be added to my collection of clone shenanigans.

A beautiful collection of text messages that ARC Trooper Fives sent to his twin brother over the course of 79s Clone Karaoke Event.

Zhellday — 9:00 pm

Dear Echo,

the first 79s Clone Karaoke night is starting soon. I'm a little sad that you didn't want to join us, but I understand if it's not your scene. I hope you have a nice sleep tonight and enjoy that novel you've been reading! If anything happens, I'll reach out. By the way: If Rex asks, I don't know where his comlink is and you don't either. If he starts to search our barracks, don't let him unscrew the light bulb. I'll tell you all about the Karaoke Night tomorrow!

— your big brother Fives

Zhellday — 9:30 pm

ECHO I WON THE FIRST ROUND!

I'm something of a Karaoke Scientist by this point. I have studied the ways of the masters (General Skywalker, who taught me a thing or two about Karaoke) and I have acclaimed a victory for both of us with thunderous applause. I dedicated my song to you. People absolutely loved my Pop Punk rendition of "Mambo No. Fives". They said it was very creative and Tup found it deeply emotional. I beat Jesse rapping the Republic Anthem, but it was a close call. He's a little bummed that he lost, but he seems to be having a good time doing shots at the bar. I'm going to rest my vocal chords until it's my turn again. The bartender gave me a cute mocktail with one of these little umbrellas and a slice of orange for free. I'll send pics.

— Love, Fives

Zhellday — 10:00 pm

Little brother,

are you still awake? Would you consider coming over and looking after Jesse for a while? He took a few shots too many and now he wants to get another Republic symbol tattoo but this time on his buttcheek. Kix and I feel that he might regret this decision. The worst part is if someone agrees to tattoo him drunk, we can't even sue because we're not considered persons in the eye of the law. I would look after him myself but I have a song coming up and my fans are waiting for me. I need to beat Commander Cody's emotional love song dedicated towards an anonymous Jedi General. I'm optimistic because he kinda slurred it due to the alcohol but he has the heartfelt delivery going for him. I must not underestimate my opponents.

— Big Bro

Zhellday — 10:30 pm

Echo,

you will not believe who just showed up as a last minute entry into the Karaoke Competition. Marshal Commander Fox from the Coruscant Guard. He isn't even here to arrest people (I think). I really didn't think Karaoke was his thing. He isn't drunk either but he says he has consumed a little more coffee than usual and needs to blow off some steam. He accidentally started a flash mob in the bar to his song "The power of one, the power of two, the power of maaaany" (the additional a's are apparently part of the title and add to its atmospheric value). Fox told Hardcase, who has declared him his best friend, that he got this song from Chancellor Palpatine himself. Apparently the Chancellor's guardian Hego Damask who taught him about politics and "other things" has learned this song from some DJ named Jason Qimir Mendoza with whom he did a spiritual retreat in a cave once! That sounds like an adventure!

Fox said I would not last 30 minutes on a spiritual retreat because it requires silence and meditation and he has never seen me shut up for longer than 3 minutes. I thought that was very mean. I stole 5 credits from him. Don't scold me though, I will use them for the good of others! I bought you a Tauntaun wiggly head figure from them! It's red and has very big eyes.

— Thank me later, Fives

Zhellday — 11:00 pm

My bestest brother in the whole world,

I made it to the next round of the Karaoke Competition because Marshal Commander Fox decided one song was enough. Otherwise he would have won. I'm a bit bummed that I didn't fully earn this victory, but I will keep fighting and defending our reputation.

Can you come over though? Jesse has accidentally swallowed the little plastic umbrella from my mocktail and I'm not sure if that's bad. I tried to ask Kix but he is also drunk and simply said that the force will shape the umbrella into something new in the endless cycle of death and rebirth. I don't think that medical advice is very credible...

By the way, those Bad Bitch guys showed up. The one with the mental illnesses bumped into me on purpose and said "move, reg". I challenged him into a Karaoke Duel to the Death. He declined. He is too scared of me.

— Fives

Zhellday — 11:30 pm

Vod'ika,

attached you can find a picture of me and Hardcase competing over who can fit more drinking straws into their nose. A clone from the 212th told us to take our drunk misadventures somewhere else as we're getting too annoying. I told him Nasal Drinking Straws as a sport deserves more respect than to be assumed as something only drunk people do. Hardcase is drunk, I'm not. I do this because it is my calling and I will bring home the world record for both of us. Karaoke is going well btw, Hardcase and I are still in the competition, as are Dogma, Cody and some guy who only sings about Soup.

Tup was disqualified for not singing because he got stage fright. I cheered him up but he is crying now because that Technology guy from Clone Force 99 introduced him to something called "The Trolley Problem". I tried to reassure Tup that he doesn't have to hurt any of the little people on the train tracks if he doesn't want to, but it still made him sad. I'm glad that this Tech guy has not joined the Karaoke Competition because his big brother (the muscly one) said he's a Karaoke Champion.

Croissant has stuck two long drinking straws into two bottles of whiskey and is trying to drink them simultaneously. He intimidates me a little bit. But every grumpy stranger is a potential new friend, as Hardcase always says, so I approached him and asked him if he wants to join us in sticking drinking straws into our nose. He asked me if they removed all of my braincells on Kamino. I wanted to report him to his Sergeant for harassment but that one already came in super drunk and he's currently snorting glitter off the bar counter. It's not easy being Fives.

— Your favorite Brother

Zhellday — 11:45 pm

Echo, for reasons that are ✨ a secret ✨, I need you to come to 79s and pretend to be my lawyer. If you use the fake beard and wig I put under my bunk, they will never be able to tell you're a clone.

Benduday — 12:00 am

Echo did you block me?

Message could not be delivered.

Benduday — 12:30 am

Little brother,

thank you for unblocking me. At first I meant to call Rex to tell you to unblock me but then I remembered his comlink is in our lamp so I called it 50 times and this seemed to have the desired effect. I have handled the lawyer situation alone like a big boy and I hope that you are proud of me. I simply told the Corrie who caught me trying to loot the passed out 99 Sergeant's armor for valuables a fake name and address of my fake lawyer (Dr. Icicle Joe, Tauntaunlane 42 in E-97451 Kriffuck). By the time he finds out it's a fake address I will be long gone. See? I can handle my problems on my own. 😌

Sincerely,

— Fives

Benduday —12:45 am

Hey Echo,

Do you perchance know if Regs can digest confetti? I didn't eat weird things again, I promise! Jesse and Kix ate the confetti and Kix just giggled and said he has a bad feeling about this. I'm worried about them. I'm trying to prevent them from eating more confetti but this is a two man job and I don't want to cancel the semi-finals of the Karaoke Night. Please help.

— your twin who loves you very much, Fives

Benduday — 01:00 am

Hi Echo, I just wanted to tell you that the big hunk from the Bad Batch has carried Kix and Jesse to the nearest medical bay. He was way nicer than his grumpy brother. Croissant has laid down in a dark corner of 79s facing the wall. I'm not sure if he's sleeping or contemplating his life but I really don't want anything to do with it. Also Tup'ika is happy again because I told him a Jedi could solve the trolley problem by stopping the trolley with the force.

Me and Hardcase passed the semi-finals of the Karaoke competition. Dogma was disqualified and so was the soup guy. He didn't do well after he poured Everclear into his chicken broth. Now it's just me, Hardcase and Commander Cody left. I'm the only sober contestant. I have this in the bag.

— the future Karaoke Champion, Fives

Benduday — 01:30 am

Dear Echo,

I was bitten by a clone trooper from a different legion. I don't know him. I wouldn't be too worried about it normally but Dogma said something about how when you notice you have rabies, your death is already certain.

Tup says he hates 79s and needs pain killers. I tried to steal them from Tech but he karate-kicked me to the ground. Thankfully he gave Tup some when I explained to him that my vod needs them. He said next time I should just ask and apologized for making Tup'ika cry with the trolley problem. He's nicer than I thought he was. Good people are still out there. I was a little worried with all the chaos going on, but the night is getting better. Things are calming down.

— Fives

Benduday — 01:50 am

Aloha Echo, do you by any chance know how much the whole Karaoke equipment costs that they have at 79s? I am asking this because I plan on getting one for the 501st. Definitely not because the one here just died (for reasons I definitely had nothing to do with). Anyway, there is a large fire in the middle of the room. The Corries are trying to put it out. We've all evacuated the building and are chilling outside of 79s. Fox had to rescue Croissant because he did not wake up from the burnt smell or the people who were screaming "There's a fire! Run for your lives!" That guy... I have snatched a portion of the fire for you as a gift. I keep it in a little open glass with a candle in it and after they announce the Karaoke King, I will bring it home and keep it alive so that I can give it to you in the morning.

— Your older brother, Fives

Benduday — 02:20 am

I'M THE KARAOKE KING! They couldn't hold the finale because the karaoke corner burnt down but Hardcase passed out drunk so I won by default. I'm very happy and I will carry the grave responsibility to lead my Karaoke Kingdom with honor and pride. My first request was that for the new Karaoke corner the bar hangs up a picture of you on the wall with the caption "I dedicate this victory to my little brother Echo who came out of the tube 10 minutes later than me". They have accepted. However they stated that there will never be another Karaoke Competition, which is a shame but at least no one can break my winning streak. I still have your Tauntaun figure and your fire. Sorry I spammed you. I will go home now! See you tomorrow. Fives out.

[novaursa]

Flames in the West (moons pass)

- Summary: During the royal hunt in honor of Aegon's second nameday, you insult a lion and gain his attention.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Jason Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: home sweet home

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

Seven moons had passed since your return to Casterly Rock, and life had settled into a semblance of routine—or at least, as routine as it could get with Jason Lannister as your husband. Today, however, the castle was abuzz with activity. Jason had invited his bannermen for a grand gathering, and true to form, he was determined to make an impression.

“Nothing says power like a dragon,” Jason had declared over breakfast, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “It’s high time the Westerlands see Sylveris in all her glory.”

You had raised an eyebrow, sipping your tea. “Sylveris isn’t exactly… cooperative lately.”

Jason waved off your concern with a confident grin. “Nonsense. She’s a dragon, and I’m your lord’s husband. She’ll behave.”

Now, as you stood in the courtyard with a mix of bannermen, retainers, and servants, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of apprehension. Sylveris, your sleek silver-scaled dragon with glimmering gold eyes, perched atop the outer cliff, her tail lazily swaying as she basked in the sun. Her attitude, however, was unmistakable: she was not in the mood for theatrics.

Jason stepped forward, clad in his finest doublet embroidered with golden lions. He spread his arms wide, his voice booming with pride. “Lords and ladies of the Westerlands, I present to you the might of House Lannister and House Targaryen: Sylveris, the Silver Queen of the Skies!”

Sylveris turned her head lazily, blinking at the crowd as if to say, Really? This again?

The bannermen murmured among themselves, clearly impressed by her sheer size and elegance. Jason, emboldened by their reaction, grinned and waved toward the dragon. “Come, Sylveris! Show them your majesty!”

Sylveris let out a low, rumbling growl—not of menace, but of annoyance. She shifted her wings slightly, sending a gust of wind that knocked over a few of the lesser banners, and then resumed her sunbathing.

Jason blinked, clearly not expecting to be ignored. “Sylveris!” he called, his tone a bit sharper. “Come down here!”

You smirked, crossing your arms as you stood beside Martyn, who whispered, “This is going to end terribly.”

“I know,” you murmured back, biting back a laugh.

Jason, undeterred, stepped closer to the cliff’s edge, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Sylveris! I said come here!”

Sylveris finally moved, but not as Jason had hoped. She stretched luxuriously, letting out a long yawn that revealed rows of razor-sharp teeth, then turned her back to the crowd as if to say, I’ll come when I’m ready.

The crowd tittered nervously, a few bannermen exchanging uneasy glances. Jason, however, was not about to let his star attraction steal the show—or rather, not appear in it at all.

“Fine!” Jason declared, pointing dramatically at the dragon. “If she won’t come to us, I’ll go to her.”

“Jason, don’t,” you warned, stepping forward. “She’s not in the mood.”

Jason turned to you with a confident grin. “She’ll listen to me. Watch.”

As he climbed up the rocky path toward Sylveris, the dragon finally deigned to turn her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. She let out a soft snort, clearly unimpressed by his approach.

“Easy, Sylveris,” Jason said, holding out his hands as though he were calming a skittish horse. “We’re all friends here.”

Sylveris responded by flicking her tail, sending a spray of loose rocks tumbling down the cliff. Jason stumbled, nearly losing his footing, and the crowd let out a collective gasp.

Martyn, watching from the safety of the courtyard, smirked. “That went well.”

Jason, ever the showman, regained his balance and squared his shoulders. “Sylveris,” he said firmly, “I command you to come down here and—”

Before he could finish, Sylveris let out a sharp, high-pitched roar—not one of anger, but of pure, draconic exasperation. She spread her wings dramatically, sending another gust of wind that blew off Jason’s golden cloak, which fluttered down into the courtyard like a fallen banner.

The bannermen burst into laughter, their earlier nervousness forgotten as Jason stood there, windswept and momentarily stunned.

You couldn’t help but laugh as well, though you quickly covered your mouth when Jason shot you a look of pure indignation. “Y/N, she’s your dragon! Do something!”

“Me?” you replied, grinning. “You’re the one who wanted to impress everyone.”

Eventually, Sylveris decided she’d had enough of the spectacle. She leapt off the cliff, her wings spreading wide as she took to the skies with a powerful roar. The crowd watched in awe as she disappeared into the clouds, her silver scales glinting like a comet.

Jason trudged back down the path, his hair disheveled and his pride clearly bruised. “Well,” he said, forcing a smile, “that was… memorable.”

Martyn clapped him on the back, laughing. “Oh, it was memorable, alright. For all the wrong reasons.”

You stepped forward, placing a hand on Jason’s arm. “You tried, Jason. That’s what matters.”

Jason sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “She’s impossible.”

“She’s a dragon,” you corrected, smiling. “And she doesn’t take orders—not even from you.”

Jason huffed, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “Fine. No more dragon showcases. For now.”

As the bannermen continued to chuckle and the courtyard slowly emptied, you couldn’t help but shake your head. Life with Jason and Sylveris was anything but predictable—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Casterly Rock had never seen such fanfare. Jason Lannister, ever the showman, had turned his son Lorien’s first nameday into a spectacle that could rival a royal coronation. The grand hall was bedecked with banners bearing the sigil of House Lannister, tables groaned under the weight of elaborate dishes, and musicians played lively tunes that echoed through the castle.

You stood near the head table, watching the chaos unfold with a mixture of amusement and mild exasperation. Jason was in his element, commanding the room with his booming voice and infectious grin. Lorien sat in a high chair beside you, his tiny fists gripping a goblet filled with watered-down wine. Beside him, Aureon, perched protectively, letting out occasional chirps as if to approve of the festivities.

“Jason,” you called over the din as your husband approached. “Did you really need this much pomp for a one-year-old?”

Jason placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “This isn’t pomp, my love. This is a celebration of our legacy!”

Martyn, who had been lurking nearby with a goblet of his own, smirked. “Legacy? It looks more like a tourney without the fighting.”

Jason shot him a mock glare. “Martyn, if you can’t appreciate the grandeur, you’re welcome to leave.”

“Leave?” Martyn said, raising an eyebrow. “And miss watching you outdo yourself? Never.”

The guests, a mix of bannermen, noble families, and retainers, filled the hall with laughter and chatter. A troupe of jugglers performed near the center of the room, their bright costumes clashing magnificently with the Lannister gold. Nearby, a table piled high with gifts for Lorien threatened to topple under the weight of the offerings.

Lorien, oblivious to the scale of the event, banged his goblet on the table, giggling as Aureon nuzzled his shoulder. You smiled, brushing a stray curl from his face. “At least someone is enjoying this.”

Jason leaned down, grinning at his son. “That’s my boy! A Lannister through and through.”

“He’s one,” you said dryly. “He probably thinks this is all for Aureon.”

The dragon let out a chirp, as if in agreement, and Jason laughed. “Then we’ve done well. A dragon should feel celebrated too.”

As the feast reached its peak, servants wheeled in a towering cake decorated with golden icing and tiny sugar lions. The hall erupted into applause as Jason gestured dramatically toward the confection.

“Behold!” Jason declared. “A cake fit for a lion’s first nameday!”

Lorien clapped his tiny hands, clearly excited by the sight. Aureon, however, had other ideas. The dragon sniffed the air, his eyes narrowing as he caught the scent of something sweet. Before anyone could react, Aureon flapped his wings and darted toward the cake.

The room fell silent as the dragon perched on the cake’s edge, his tail sending a sugar lion toppling to the floor. He opened his mouth, his forked tongue darting out to taste the icing.

Jason’s eyes widened. “Aureon! No!”

Martyn burst into laughter, nearly spilling his wine. “Well, that didn’t take long.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hand as the room erupted into chaos. Servants scrambled to salvage the cake while Jason tried—unsuccessfully—to coax Aureon away.

“He’s a dragon, Jason,” you said, laughing despite yourself. “He doesn’t care about table manners.”

Jason sighed, throwing his hands in the air. “Fine. Let him have his share. But save the rest for the guests!”

Once the cake situation was under control, Jason returned to his place at the head table, raising a goblet high. “Lords and ladies, friends and family,” he began, his voice carrying over the din. “Tonight, we celebrate not just my son’s first nameday, but the future of House Lannister.”

The room quieted as he continued, his tone surprisingly sincere. “Lorien is our legacy—a lion and a dragon united. May he grow strong, wise, and as charming as his father.”

You snorted softly, earning a grin from Jason as he turned to you. “And let us not forget his mother, who keeps us all grounded—when she’s not scolding me for building statues.”

The room erupted into laughter, and you shook your head, smiling despite yourself. Jason raised his goblet higher. “To Lorien! And to the chaos that keeps life interesting.”

“To Lorien!” the hall echoed, the sound ringing through the chamber.

As the evening wore on and the guests began to filter out, you found yourself sitting by the hearth, Lorien dozing in your lap while Aureon curled up at your feet. Jason joined you, his attire slightly rumpled but his grin as wide as ever.

“Well,” he said, dropping into the chair beside you, “that went better than expected.”

“Better?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Your son’s dragon ate the cake.”

“And everyone loved it,” Jason countered, his tone unapologetic. “It’s a story they’ll tell for years.”

You shook your head, smiling as you looked down at Lorien. “He did seem happy.”

Jason leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple. “That’s all that matters.”

The sun had barely risen over the spires of Casterly Rock. Inside your chambers, however, the atmosphere was anything but serene. You were hunched over a basin, your hair clinging to your face as you fought another wave of nausea. A cluster of worried servants hovered nearby, exchanging glances as though debating who would dare to speak first.

“Should we fetch the maester, my lady?” one of the braver maids finally asked, her voice tinged with worry.

You waved a hand weakly, trying to catch your breath. “No maester,” you croaked, wiping your mouth with a damp cloth. “I already know what’s wrong.”

Another servant leaned closer, her brow furrowed in concern. “Are you certain, my lady? You’ve been ill all morning.”

You straightened, placing the cloth down and fixing the servants with a tired but firm look. “I don’t need a maester to tell me this is my husband’s fault.”

The room fell silent for a moment before the head maid cleared her throat. “Lord Jason’s fault, my lady?”

You nodded emphatically, despite the lingering queasiness. “Of course. Who else could be responsible? This has his chaos written all over it.”

The younger servants exchanged bemused looks, while the older ones wisely held their tongues. One of the younger footmen, emboldened by your declaration, ventured, “But… how exactly, my lady?”

You gestured vaguely, too tired to elaborate. “His fault. Completely. No further explanation required.”

The door to the chamber creaked open, and Jason strode in, looking far too energetic for someone who had no doubt contributed to your current misery. He paused mid-step, his golden eyes sweeping over the scene. “What’s going on here? Why does it look like someone’s staging an intervention?”

One of the maids started to respond, but you cut her off, pointing an accusatory finger at Jason. “You. This is your fault.”

Jason blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. “My fault? What did I do?”

You shot him a glare, though it was somewhat diminished by your pale complexion. “I’ve been throwing up all morning, Jason. All morning. Do you know what that means?”

Jason’s eyes widened slightly, his mind clearly racing. “Uh… you ate something bad?”

The room collectively sighed, and you groaned, covering your face with your hands. “No, Jason. It means I’m pregnant. Again.”

Jason froze, his jaw dropping as the words sunk in. For a moment, he looked like a startled deer, his usual bravado replaced by pure shock. “Wait… really?”

“Yes,” you said, sitting back in the chair the servants had pulled out for you. “Congratulations, Lord Lannister. This is entirely your doing.”

Jason’s expression shifted from shock to delight in a heartbeat. A wide grin spread across his face as he crossed the room and knelt in front of you. “Another child! That’s wonderful news!”

You arched an eyebrow. “Wonderful? Jason, I’ve been nauseous since dawn. I don’t think wonderful is the word.”

He ignored your tone, taking your hands in his. “Think of the possibilities! Another heir! A playmate for Lorien! And if we’re lucky, maybe this one will look exactly like you.”

You groaned again, though you couldn’t completely suppress a small smile. “Jason, if you keep talking like that, I might throw something at you. Or on you.”

Jason straightened, clapping his hands together as he turned to the servants. “You heard the lady! Take good care of her. Bring whatever she needs—wine, cushions, more basins—”

“Not wine,” you interjected weakly. “Definitely not wine.”

“Right, not wine,” Jason corrected quickly. “Whatever else, though. Spare no expense!”

The servants exchanged amused glances as they bustled about, clearly relieved that the mood had lightened. Jason returned his attention to you, his grin undiminished. “We’re going to have another child,” he said softly, almost to himself.

“Yes, and I’m the one doing all the work,” you muttered, though there was a warmth in your tone now.

Jason leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I’ll be here for all of it. Supporting you every step of the way.”

“You’d better,” you replied, narrowing your eyes at him. “Because if this child inherits even half your dramatics, I’ll never forgive you.”

Jason laughed, clearly unfazed. “I’ll take that risk.”

The study in Casterly Rock was as imposing as ever, its high ceilings lined with shelves of ancient tomes and ledgers. The light of the late afternoon spilled through the narrow windows, illuminating the intricately carved desk where Jason sat—or, more accurately, slouched. His chin rested on one hand, his quill in the other, hovering over a blank ledger page. His mind, however, was anywhere but on his duties.

Across from him, Martyn sat with his own stack of documents, diligently working through them. Occasionally, he would glance up, noting the distant look in Jason’s eyes and the fact that the quill had yet to make contact with the parchment.

“Jason,” Martyn finally said, breaking the silence. “You’ve been staring at that page for an hour. Are you planning to actually write something, or is this a new form of governance?”

Jason blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. “What? Oh, no, I’m working. Very diligently.”

Martyn raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “You’re thinking about Y/N again, aren’t you?”

Jason’s face lit up with a grin. “Maybe. Is that so wrong?”

Martyn sighed, setting down his quill. “Not wrong, no. But you’re supposed to be managing tax reports, not daydreaming about your wife.”

Jason straightened in his chair, picking up the ledger with exaggerated determination. “Alright, fine. Taxes. Easy enough.”

He flipped through the pages, squinting at the dense columns of numbers. After a moment, he frowned, muttering under his breath. “Why does everything have to involve numbers?”

“Because that’s how money works,” Martyn replied dryly. “I know it’s hard for you to grasp, but try.”

Jason ignored him, tapping his quill against the desk as he pretended to study the figures. “You know,” he said after a moment, “we could increase trade with the Riverlands. More grain, fewer tariffs. It’d make everyone happier.”

Martyn looked up, mildly impressed. “That’s… actually not a bad idea.”

Jason grinned. “I’m full of good ideas.”

“Except when you’re not,” Martyn muttered, returning to his work.

Jason managed a few more minutes of silence before his mind wandered again. He leaned back in his chair, staring out the window. “Do you think the new baby will have my hair or Y/N’s?”

Martyn sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jason, I don’t care. Can we please focus on the budget?”

“But it’s important!” Jason insisted, sitting up. “Lorien looks just like her, you know. If this one has my hair, we’ll have a perfect balance.”

“You’ll have a perfect headache if you don’t finish those reports,” Martyn shot back.

Jason chuckled, though he didn’t pick up his quill. Instead, he leaned forward conspiratorially. “Do you think we’ll have another boy? Or a girl this time? I think a girl. A little lioness to rule the Rock.”

Martyn groaned. “Jason, you’re impossible.”

Before Martyn could chastise him further, the steward entered, carrying yet another stack of documents. He paused, glancing between the two cousins. “My lords, these are the updated inventories from the mines. Lord Jason, your approval is needed.”

Jason waved a hand dismissively. “Yes, yes, just leave them on the desk.”

The steward hesitated, his gaze shifting to the untouched ledger in front of Jason. “Have you… completed the tax reports, my lord?”

Jason leaned back, clasping his hands behind his head. “Of course. Nearly done. Just putting on the finishing touches.”

Martyn coughed, clearly trying to hide a laugh. “By ‘finishing touches,’ he means staring at the page and daydreaming.”

Jason shot him a look. “I’m delegating. It’s a valuable skill.”

The steward wisely decided not to comment, setting the documents down and retreating quickly.

After another stretch of silence, Jason suddenly sat up, his face lighting up with excitement. “I’ve got it!”

Martyn looked up, wary. “Got what?”

“A name!” Jason declared. “If it’s a girl, we’ll name her… Leona. Perfect for a lioness, don’t you think?”

Martyn stared at him, unimpressed. “Jason, you’re supposed to be naming trade policies, not hypothetical children.”

Jason shrugged, unbothered. “Why not both? I’m a man of many talents.”

“Talents,” Martyn repeated flatly. “Right.”

As the sun began to set, Jason finally set down his quill, the ledger page still mostly blank. He stood, stretching with a contented sigh. “Well, that’s enough work for one day.”

Martyn rolled his eyes. “You didn’t actually do anything.”

Jason grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “I thought about important things, Martyn. That counts.”

“And yet, nothing got done,” Martyn muttered as Jason strode toward the door, clearly ready to find you and share his newest ideas.

As the door closed behind him, Martyn sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know how she puts up with him.”

And somewhere down the hall, Jason was already planning his next grand gesture, proving once again that while he might not excel at paperwork, he was undoubtedly the heart of the Rock’s chaos.

The kitchens of Casterly Rock were in utter chaos. Servants darted back and forth, pots clanged, and the air was thick with the aroma of roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and simmering sauces. At the center of it all stood Jason Lannister, sleeves rolled up and golden hair slightly askew, directing the mayhem like a general in the midst of battle.

“More lemon in the broth!” Jason commanded, gesturing wildly at a pot simmering on the hearth. “And bring me the ginger! Someone said ginger is good for nausea.”

The head cook, a stout woman with a perpetually furrowed brow, folded her arms and gave him a long, skeptical look. “My lord, with all due respect, perhaps you should leave this to the professionals.”

“Professionals?” Jason repeated, spinning to face her with an incredulous look. “She’s my wife! My lady! If anyone knows what she needs, it’s me.”

The cook muttered something under her breath about lords and their egos but wisely said no more as Jason returned to inspecting the dishes.

Jason dipped a spoon into a bowl of broth, tasting it with a dramatic flourish. He immediately grimaced. “Too salty! Start over!”

The cook groaned. “My lord, that’s the fifth pot.”

Jason ignored her, turning his attention to a platter of roasted chicken. “What about this? Simple, wholesome, no strange spices.”

Before anyone could stop him, he grabbed a leg and took a bite. He chewed thoughtfully, then nodded. “Not bad. Bring it up—wait! No, she might find it too rich. Back to the drawing board!”

Martyn appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a smirk. “Still trying to solve the mystery of what won’t make her sick?”

Jason glared at him. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m not trying to,” Martyn replied, amused. “You do realize she’s pregnant, right? She might hate the smell of everything today and crave it tomorrow.”

Jason frowned, looking genuinely troubled. “So what am I supposed to do? Feed her nothing?”

“Or,” Martyn said, grinning, “you could let her tell you what she wants.”

Hours later, Jason emerged from the kitchen, his arms laden with trays of carefully prepared dishes. There was a bowl of stew, a plate of steamed vegetables, a small loaf of fresh bread, and a pot of tea.

He marched into your chambers, determination written all over his face. You were reclining on a chaise, looking pale but grateful for the reprieve from the constant nausea.

“Y/N!” Jason declared, setting the trays down on a nearby table. “Behold! A selection of the blandest, most non-threatening foods in all the Westerlands.”

You raised an eyebrow, sitting up slowly. “This is… impressive. And unnecessary.”

“Unnecessary?” Jason repeated, his tone scandalized. “You’ve been sick all morning. I won’t rest until I find something that agrees with you.”

You smiled despite yourself, reaching for the tea. “Thank you, Jason. Really. But you didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

Jason perched on the edge of the chaise, watching you anxiously as you sipped the tea. “Well? How is it?”

You took another sip, letting the warmth settle in your stomach. “It’s… good. Very good.”

Jason exhaled dramatically, leaning back. “Finally! A victory.”

As you nibbled on a piece of bread, Jason began recounting his kitchen escapades with great enthusiasm. “The cook nearly threw a ladle at me, you know. And one of the scullery boys fainted when I told him to start over on the broth.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m devoted,” Jason corrected, grinning. “And I’ll do it all again tomorrow if I have to.”

You leaned back, feeling a rare moment of peace as the tea worked its magic. “Just don’t burn down the kitchens.”

“No promises,” Jason said, his eyes twinkling. “But if I do, it’ll be for you.”

[film-classics]

Marlene Dietrich - The Queer Icon

Marie Magdalene "Marlene" Dietrich (born in Berlin, Germany on 27 December 1901) was a German-born actress who often blurred the feminine and masculine, making her "The Queer Icon."

Dietrich's earliest appearances were as a chorus girl in 1922. Making film history, she was cast in Germany’s first talkie The Blue Angel (1930) by director Josef von Sternberg. With the success of the movie, von Sternberg took her to Hollywood under contract to Paramount Pictures. She soon had hits like Morocco (1930) and Shanghai Express (1932).

When war broke, she set up a fund to help Jews and dissidents and toured extensively for the allied effort. After the war, she limited her cinematic life.

In 1953, Dietrich appeared live at Sahara Hotel in Las Vegas. This was so successful that she also appeared at Café de Paris in London and Broadway.

She continued to tour as a marquee performer until 1975, when she fell onstage. She spent her final years mostly bedridden, passing away at 90 in her Paris flat from kidney failure.

Legacy:

Nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actress for Morocco (1930) and a Golden Globe Best Actress for Witness for the Prosecution (1958)

Received a Special David at the David di Donatello Awards for Judgment at Nuremberg (1961)

Given a Special Tony Award in 1968

Received German Film Awards Honorary Award in 1980

Is the namesake for asteroid 1010 Marlene in 1923

Inspired the Marlene pants in 1932

Has a Mercedes-Benz model, the 500K Marlene, named after her in 1936

Received the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1947, the Commander of the Legion of Honour in 1950 and Commander of the Order of Arts and Letters in 1983 from France, the Order of Leopold in 1965 from Belgium, and Medal of Valor of the State of Israel in 1965

Published an autobiography Nehmt nur mein Leben in 1979

Granted the Council of Fashion Designers of America Lifetime Achievement Award in 1986

Honored with a plaque at her birth site in 1992 and became an honorary Berlin citizen in 2002

Has a permanent exhibit at Deutsche Kinemathek, the Marlene Dietrich Collection Berlin, since 1993

Ranked #60 in Empire's 100 Sexiest Stars in Film History in 1995

Honored with street names: the Marlene-Dietrich-Straße in Munich, Dusseldorf, Weimar, Ingolstadt, and Neu-Ulm, the Marlene-Dietrich-Allee in Potsdam, the Marlene-Dietrich-Platz in Berlin in 1997, and Place Marlène-Dietrich in Paris in 2002

Commemorated by Deutsche Post with a stamp in 1997

Listed 43rd in Entertainment Weekly's 100 Greatest Movie Stars of All Time in 1998

Depicted in a musical, Marlene on the West End in 1997 and Broadway in 1999, and a biopic, Marlene (2000)

Named 9th-greatest female star of classic Hollywood cinema in 1999 by the American Film Institute

Inducted in the Online Film and Television Association Hall of Fame in 2003

Honored by Montblanc with a fountain pen in 2007 and by Swarovski with a dress in 2017

Awarded a star in Berlin's Boulevard der Stars in 2010

Honored with a Google Doodle on her 116th birthday in 2017

Honored as Turner Classic Movies Star of the Month for May 2018

Featured in songs, including Suzanne Vega's "Marlene on the Wall" (1985), Peter Murphy's "Marlene Dietrich's Favourite Poem" (1989), Black Midi's "Marlene Dietrich" (2021)

Depicted onstage in Marlène Dietrich, The Blue Angel's White Nights in 2017 at Théâtre Trévise and Marlene in Hollywood in 2023 at Theater Lindenhof

Featured in exhibits, such as "Marlene Dietrich, Creation of a Myth" at Palais Galliera in 2003, "Marlene Dietrich: Dressed for the Image" at National Portrait Gallery in 2017, "Play the Part: Marlene Dietrich" at International Center of Photography in 2023

Is a muse for designers, including Vivienne Westwood, Thierry Mugler, Jason Wu, Max Mara, David Koma, and Dior

Has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6400 Hollywood Blvd for motion picture

[gameraboy2]

Jason of Star Command (1978), "Escape from Dragos"

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

Jason of Star Command | 1978 - 1981 

[theadmiralwho]

As a kid I really enjoyed this show, particularly as "the Commander" was played by James Doohan.

Jason of Star Command (1978)

[spockvarietyhour]

Galaxy Quest (1999)/ Star Trek Lower Decks “The Least Dangerous Game” (2022)

[makethatelevenrings]

Decorating Wayne Manor // D. Grayson x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: none

Summary: a short look into decorating for the holidays. super short tbh. I am Tired.

“I do not expect perfection,” the British voice rang out in the empty hallway. “But, at the very least, I expect an attempt at one’s best.”

An elbow nudged into your side and you stifled a giggle, stamping your foot down on the sneaker next to you. Dick snickered and nudged you again.

“Quit it,” you hissed. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

Alfred’s sharp gaze swept over the faces lined up before him. Bruce looked more scared than anyone, thanks to being a victim of Alfred’s holiday decorating for his entire life. Behind the butler were stacks of boxes that had been extracted from the massive attic and various storage closets around the manor. The Wayne’s could easily pay someone to decorate their sprawling mansion, but with numerous highly trained kids, it was a fun way for training and no one would cry at Alfred’s demands.

“We will begin with the main hall. I need two people on tinsel, two people on garland, one person on-”

He was cut off by barking from Titus and Ace and then a large, crashing thud. Alfred shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Master Bruce, Master Jason, please do go put up the tree once more. And secure it this time so it doesn’t fall again.”

Let the chaos begin.

“Another command strip,” you called down. A hand reached out and passed you the plastic piece that you affixed onto the wall.

“Cookie.” Your next order was met with a snicker and then Steph shoved a snickerdoodle into your hand. You stuffed the cookie into your mouth and moaned at the warm, sweet taste.

“For a man who put eight heads in a duffel bag, your brother sure can bake,” you called up to your boyfriend. Dick pouted from the other side of the railing as he latched the garland onto the command strip. He elected to balance precariously on the ladder and affix the garland while you stuck command strips onto the wood.

“Why don’t I get a cookie?” he whined. You shoved a snickerdoodle into his mouth when he opened it to complain again and he grinned, kissing the tips of your finger. You rolled your eyes and focused on hanging command strips up again.

The whole manor was alive with chatter, laughter, and Christmas music floating from various speakers and rooms. You cornered Damian at one point as he tried to disappear and you cajoled him into helping you hang ornaments.

“I find this trivial,” he exclaimed, yet he eagerly hung an ornament that Cass had found that looked distinctly like Alfred the cat.

“Awww, Dami, you love it,” you teased. His lips lifted just slightly and you tugged him into a hug. “Merry Christmas, buddy.”

“Whatever,” he muttered.

“Hey, tree’s ready!” Steph called as she bounded into the room. You stepped back to examine the tree and grinned. It was lopsided and messy with ornaments weighing down some branches and bare spots in others. Tinsel dangled precariously at the tips of branches and the top of the tree wilted to the right under the weight of the star.

It was perfect.

Dick sidled up next to you and slid his arm around your waist. His lips found a spot under your ear and you smiled. It was your first Christmas with the Wayne family. After a long, hard year, this messy, lopsided tree represented the start to a week of peace.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Dick whispered.

“Merry Christmas, birdie.”

Tag List: @someoneimsure​ @perpetual-fangirl900​ @visagebrise​ @cursedandromedablack​ @alexxavicry​ @havingarebelliousstage​ @the-wayward-daughter​ @raging-trash-of-mind​ @bunny-kawa​ @khaylin27​

[cathrynemoon]

GINGERROSE WEEK 2022 | @gingerrose-hub ↳ Day 7: Pluto, god of death

“I swear it on my own medallion — whose twin was lost with Paige. I swear it on the memory of my sister, everything she fought for, and everything she taught me. I’m Rose Tico, and I swear I’ll find a way to defeat the First Order. For Otomok. For freedom. And for you, Paige.” — Bomber Command by Jason Fry

“You. My father. Snoke. Ren. You all underestimate me. You see me as something you can control. Something weak. I am not weak. I am patient. You all have the power to destroy people. But I will outlive you all. I will hold more power than any of you. Destroying people is nothing. I will have the power to destroy worlds.” — Star Wars: Age of Resistance - General Hux by Tom Taylor

[gurumog]

Jason of Star Command S01E12 - Escape from Kesh (1978) Filmation Creator, Producer, Director: Arthur H. Nadel

Craig Littler as Jason Julie Newmar as Queen Vanessa

[sleepycupcake-uwu]

Love in the McFreezer

A/N: THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A FRIEND, NOT MY WRITTING.

Summary: Y/n works at McDonalds. Jason was a sweet regular. Mortal!Jason x Reader. Words: 1k+

TW: DO NOT READ if you have Cryophobia/Frigophobia/Claustraphobia

"The regular?" She looks up from the register. Jason swears he would have kicked Percy and Leo in the crotch (their suggestive giggles were staring to piss him off) if they weren't in public. He settles for a smile instead (and a quick glare at his mates).

"Yeah. With an expresso and milkshake please."

"Make it blue too-ph!?" Y/n smiles at Percy. "I see you've brought your friends."

"Uh, yeah. This is Percy, and-"

"I'm Leo- Bad boy. McShizzel Supreme Commander-"

"Right-" Jason drags Leo off to the table, "I'll get the orders!"

She simply chuckles whilst giving him the nod and moving to her next customer.

"Bro," Percy looks at her. "I would say she's kinda cute -not against Annabeth, of course- aaand I can picture little 'Jason-Y/n's' running around." Jason blushed.

Leo had, mean while, started building a sword out of the straws he'd stolen. "I second that."

"Btw, u saw finding nemo? And Aquaman?"

"Bro, that's, like, the 25th time you’ve said that." Leo groaned in exasperation.

"Hey!" Percy protested, "I can't help it they're good-"

"It worse than star wars!"

"Don't you dare say that-"

"Guys-"

"Um, Jason?-" All three of them stop their squabbling and look at y/n's nervous figure.

"Oh, um, hey..?"

"I...We kinda need your help...? None of us are tall enough to reach the top ingredients in the freezer and we really need it right now cause, you know, we got a lot of customers coming in and-"

"Relax Hot stuff," Leo winked at her (whilst kicking Jason's shin). "I'm sure Jason will help you, wouldn't you, Superman?"

This is your chance

"Yeah, totally."

 "Woah."

Y/n grinned. "First time visiting a storage freezer?"

"Yeah." Jason looked around, picking on a cardboard flap that was laying on the floor. He wasn't going to admit that it was her he had been staring at the whole time. Y/n clapped her hands authoritatively.

"Okay, now Mr. Grace, you take four boxes of those frozen meat (Idk how McDonalds works- don't come at me.) and unload them to Faith at the kitchen. Be quick! We got customers!"

"Ay Ay Captain!" Jason saluted and and began working (unaware of Y/n staring at his abs whenever his shirt rode up a little).

"The last one's up there-no, the one on your left-yeah that-Jason look out!"

"What the-?!" The tiny mouse ran about, making him scream, lose his balance and fall on to the cluster of other cardboard boxes,  no doubt damaging them.

The lights flickered, the room seemed to get warmer but was still considerably cold.

"What's going on?" Y/n tried pulling the door, tugging harsher and finally kicking when she realized it was locked.

"I have no idea how all this is happening," she exclaimed.

"Um, I think I smashed your box of...frozen potatoes? I don't really know either..."

"I don't have my phone," y/n admitted. "I left it with Faith- wait, Jason, what is the time?"

"Five to Five, um, but why?"

"That's it! We have inspection at 6. If we can't get out right now, then the inspection team can help us."

 "I'm cold." 10 min have passed, and the voice made him turn next to the huddled figure. He didn't have a sweatshirt or coat to give her.

"I know. Just some more time. I really wish I could help you."

"Then cuddle?" This got both of them surprised, but Y/n recovered faster and coughed.

"I-I'm sorry, I just meant-"

"I mean, we could..." A pause, and Y/n put herself on to him, curling herself into his embrace. Jason noted how her arms where freezing cold, though nervous, he soon melted in her embrace.

"Jason?"

"Hmm?"

"You're shivering."

"I'm fine."

"Has anybody told you that u r a bad liar?"

"Um..."

"That explains it." Silence.

"Y/n?" Jason's voice had a crack in it.

She lifted her head from the crook of his neck. "Yeah?"

You 100% miss the shots you don't take.

"I...I.." Jason faltered.

"Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don’t want to, you know that right?"

"No no no I want to." He took a deep breath. "Ijustwantedtotellyouthatilikeyouanditscompletelyokayifyoudontfeel-"

"Jason-"

"-thesamewaybutI-"

"Jason wait-"

"-stillwannaletyouknow-"

"Jason Grace." Jason shut his mouth, effectively having snapped out of his daze. Y/n moved forward, turned around, and sat crisscrossed facing him.

"Come again, slowly please."

"I like you," a pause. "I've had a crush on you ever since...let's just say for quite some time now." He shrugged, not wanting to give away his nervousness, and Y/n's black face didn't really seem to help either. But he continued.

"I understand if u don’t feel the same way, but I just thought I'd let u know bout it and get it off my chest."

Jason stared.

Y/n stared.

Jason stared.

Y/n stared.

And smiled. And squealed.

"Omg you got to be kidding me i cant even-(insert squealing noises)-Yass gurl, who's lucky day is it? MiNe- Oh." A wave of mortification embarrassment was visibly rolling off her. "Um, ha ha, I'd luv to...Sorry, u weren't supposed to c that."

Jason rubbed his neck, feeling the second hand embarrassment before they stared at each other once more, and burst into laughter.

"C-Can I....like, kiss you?" Instead of answering, Jason just nodded affirmative, and they let their lips brush, barely, before Y/n placed her hand behind his head and pulled him into a proper kiss. Jason felt the adrenalin rushing through him, and he could have sworn he'd faint from the sheer disbelief of it actually happening. He'd heard people say of the sparks, but he didn't remember anyone mentioning how safe and protected he felt. He couldn't explain the feeling...it was just...there. And oh how he wanted to do this forever.

A creaking, which soon turned into a banging, parted them from each other and they turned their heads towards the door. Y/n pursed her lips, while Jason bit his, and raised his eyebrows.

"Is this normal?" He asked.

"No," she frowned.

Before either of them could further react, the freezer door burst open, revealing Leo, Percy and Faith, all of them grinning.

"Took you long enough."

"No. You guys took long enough," Y/n had already pushed past Faith and ran off. "I need to pee! Move out of my way Bethany-"

Oh fuck you guys. Thank fucking you.

[slasherwife]

Hi Can I please ask about a headcanons of how the slashers react to seeing their future S / O for the first time Thank you very much you are my guardian angel always so sweet thank you very much and greetings from Spain💕💞💕💞✨(;I'm so so sorry if I am bothering you, you don't have to if you don't want it but thanks anyways)

You’re MY guardian angel 🥺💕 you could never bother me! this is so cute! Here you go ✨

Slashers seeing you for the first time✨

Summary how did you and your big boy slasher meet? Did you grow up together? We’re you a victim? Etc

Warnings a little angst with Bo but it’s all fluff my love🥺

Tommy:

- Tommy seeing you for the first time would be surreal to him. He’s seen pretty girls before but you were euphoric to him. Perfect. I feel like he would be into the thicc lassies but if you’re on the thin side he would thinks you’re completely ethereal all the same 💕

- When he sees you all cute and shy, it brings out his shyness too and he just knows he will never bring himself to hurt you, even if Hoyt commanded it. Even so, Luda and Hoyt have been watching you two for a while and it’s so obvious you two like each other 😂💓

Jason Vorhees

- Him seeing his future s/o for first time would be similar to Tommy. I think you two would be childhood friends. You were the only one who loved him for HIM only, besides his mother. Then after he “died��, you were heartbroken. One day you migrated back the camp where you and him had so many memories 💕

- He found you sitting in a field full of flowers, and his heart just stopped. It was like fireworks were going off in his heart, and he fell to the ground, unable to walk. He took off his mask immediately, and you ran to him, hugging him around his neck and sobbing. You never left him after that 💓✨

Michael

- You had to have been at the hospital Michael stayed at since he was very young. You were the daughter of one of the nurses, who could never find a babysitter. You loved interacting with the patients anyway. You especially liked Michael. You were the only person who was ever nice to him💕

- He spoke only to you, and even then it was very little words. But when he was taken away, you cried because he was one of your only friends. You never left Haddonfield, and something of hope emerged when Michael came back. For you. You had to have known it was all for you, Y/n 💕 He cut down everyone and everything in his way. When he finally found you, his eternal love, he swept you away so you two could finally be alone💕

Bo Sinclair

- Another childhood friend. You two were the hottest couple during high school. You were both wild, loving each other irrevocably and nothing could come close to the wild and unconditional love you both shared. Once Bo started taking up his mother’s work in the wax museum, he pushed you away. He insisted that you deserved someone better. He hurt you so much.

- Initially you left just to spite him, thinking you would leave to make him feel bad only to find that he truly meant what he said. You were gone for 10 years, but finally found him in Ambrose. You needed him. He never knew affection or life until he saw you again. He would never leave you again, Y/n, he promises you that 💕

Vincent Sinclair

- You we’re a victim. A quite calm one, quiet and peaceful. As you were hauled into the waiting place, you tried not to disturb anything around you. It was fascinating to Vincent, so he left you before only to observe you for a little bit 💕He let you go, your angelic eyes making him all weak. They were like stars, the most ethereal art piece he laid his eyes on.

- You ended up speaking to him, kindly, and softly, knowing that he spared your life just a little longer. You wandered his basement, admiring the art around you. You complimented each one, telling him how talented he is💕you stole his heart in a blink, because you genuinely meant it. He brings you out to meet Bo and Bo actually laughs. He thinks it’s pathetic, and eventually tries to get Vinny to hand you over to he can kill you. Vincent never looked so feral before, he snarled at Bo when he tried to touch you, and cut Bo, tucking you under his arm to protect you💓💓

[reyroseweek]

“Rey is very interesting. It’s like her mind is very far away, and she’s looking at something the rest of us can’t see. And whatever that something is, it’s so much bigger than all of us, and maybe all of this.” — Rose Tico: Resistance Fighter by Jason Fry

“Rose’s expression softened with empathy. The commander of the Engineering Corps had a disarming quality about her. Whenever she spoke to Rey, it was all Rey could do to keep from spilling all her fears and worries to her friend.” — Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker: Expanded Edition by Rae Carson

[gameraboy2]

James Doohan in Jason of Star Command (1978), "Escape from Dragos"

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

Jason of Star Command — Through the Stargate | 1979