i desperately want to answer this ask but i’ve never listened to wtnv and thus have no context for cecil or his weird floating bathroom cat. conceptually it is a very good image, though.
kravitz, petting the eldritch floating cat (?) in the station bathroom: taako, this is khoshekh, our station cat
taako, scientist who has given the fuck up, staring at the cat (?) floating four feet off the ground in the station bathroom: you know what? yeah. sure. this is normal. good cat, my dude
kravitz: want to see the tumblr i made for the idols i carve of him?
taako: bones, what the fuck?
taako: bones, you are so weird
taako: bones, ofc i wanna see your cat blog
Kravitz, in a cockney accent: the new scientists came into town today, listeners. They came in a van crammed with strange, whirring equipment and beeping machines.Â
Kravitz: oh…the van is pulling over…they’re pulling into the old car lot….i don’t know what they’re doing, that’s nowhere near the lab?Â
Kravitz: they’re getting out of the van…they’re both very attractive, listeners, with identical gap-toothed smiles and shiny hair. The man is wearing…a robe?Â
Kravitz: the woman is inspecting the van… oh, the man is raising his……middle finger at the sky…he’s… yelling “STOP CREEPIN’ ON US, ASSHOLE!!”Â
Kravitz: well, that’s very rude of him, listeners! i’m just doing my job as a community radio host, and besides, he’s cursing in the entirely wrong direction. not very accurate, mr scientist!Â
Canon middle aged Barry is more interesting than fanon 20-30something Barry.
Barry being old enough to be Lucretia and Magnus’ dad? That’s a fucking excellent dynamic! Let him worry after these kids while the rest of the crew doesn’t really get how young they really are.
Let Barry be a well established scientist who, in the midst of a midlife crisis realized that he wasted his life away in labs and libraries! Let Barry be a lonely old man who finds love and family in a existentially horrifying situation!
Barry’s calculating streak? The product of outlasting and holding his ground against cutthroat academics for decades. His patience? That’s part of being old, baby! He’s so goddamn tired.
Please…let Barry be a fat old man. I’m begging y’all.
So on the subject of Merle’s garbage brain dredging up stolen century knowledge at random moments and just.. Shouting it out. I’ve just got to the part in the Eleventh Hour when he’s absolutely insistent he can cast a level 7 necromancy spell and the boys just fuckin, drag him. Because Merle Highchurch, beach dwarf and absentee dad, definitely cannot resurrect the dead. But to be fair, Merle Fuckin Highchurch, peacekeeper, IPRE member and dad to Barold J Bluejeans probably can.
What if the reason that Taako says he “invents” surfing is because the two-sun planet didn’t have any moons (and by extension, no tides)?
Also, because they never really spend a lot of time in space, Lucretia never really processes just how big and far away moons really are. Faerun is so similar to home, somebody makes a joke about people living on the moon and she thinks “oh, it’s just like a floating city, okay.”
She asks Maureen to build her “one of those” and points at it and Maureen is just like “yeah, okay” and only three years later does Lucretia realize, “oh, this is fucking crazy”
She just assumed the technology to get to and from moons already existed here which is why they ended up with magic cannons, of all things