derinthemadscientist:

chimaerakitten:

“when connie is president what will that make me? first boy?”

honestly I think that might be my favorite (non-singing) line in all of steven universe because it makes my imagine the craziest/best presidential term in U.S. history.

“Mr. Universe, many republicans are claiming that your birth certificate was faked and that you are an illegal alien. What would you say to these allegations?”

“Well definitely not illegal, but I am an alien.”

“you were born outside of the country?”

“no, I was born here”

“then how are you an alien?”

“I mean a literal alien, from outer space. My mother and guardians are all aliens.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Well I’m half alien anyway. I thought we made that clear from early on in the campaign?”

(conspiracy theorists have a field day)

“Madam President, why is your husband carrying a huge crystal disc out onto the white house lawn?”

“oh, that’s a warp pad, It lets Gems travel around”

“Isn’t that a security issue?”

“Well only gems can use it, and the only gems on the planet right now are friendly”

(the secret service has their work cut out for them)

and then theres other things- like the time the president and her husband combined into one person at a state dinner. Or how the president is ridiculously badass with a sword. Or how the fist gentleman has five (or possibly six?) adoptive mothers. Or that time the president, her husband, and an insane eldritch monstrosity defended Washington DC from an alien spaceship. (approval ratings skyrocketed)

what I’m saying is: Take some time to imagine the shenanigans President Maheswaran would get up too. It will not disappoint.

Take a moment to imagine President Maheswaran pondering the details of a foreign war that the US has to get involved in.

“What should we do, Madam President?”

The President contemplates a large map. Pushes her glasses (lenses tinted but with no correction) up her nose. Stands. “There’s no choice; we send in the big guns. We send in my husband.”

The table glances out the window to see a balding middle-aged man in sandals laughing while he plays frisbee with a pink lion. “Are… are you sure that’s… wise, ma’am?”

“It is extreme. But it’s our only chance.”

Two weeks later, the postcard arrives. Steven has his arms over the shoulders of the two warring foreign leaders, one of whom is laughing at a joke the other is telling. They are surrounded by shelter puppies.

President Maheswaran smiles. It’s good to have backup.