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venndaai
gemofsphene

I finally watched “Armageddon Game” for the first time and can we please talk about Bashir’s medical school diaries in context of the retcon like. I know it’s just a retcon inconsistency but I love thinking about possible explanations. Did he keep a fake diary every day he was in medical school or did he write a four-year epic in one night just to hit on Dax. I can’t decide which possibility is better

inkandcayenne

cosmictuesdays asked:

Tommy Darmody and Richard Harrow. Rust and Marty. Angel and Spike.

inkandcayenne answered:

damn Hannah ok

Tommy Darmody and Richard Harrow (wait do you mean Tommy–Jimmy’s kid–or Jimmy? I’m gonna assume/pretend you meant Jimmy)

  • who steals french fries off the other’s plate: “You’re not gonna eat ‘em anyway,” Jimmy says, when he’s in a foul mood, but feels badly about it afterwards. When Richard’s feeling cheeky he steals Jimmy’s fries instead and feeds them to nearby birds
  • who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: Jimmy, but only when he’s drunk
  • who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: “You don’t. Pay me. Enough for this,” Richard mutters the third time it happens
  • who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: Jimmy, but it’s bad advice and Richard knows it
  • who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: neither, Jimmy figures it’s unfair on a one-eyed guy and Richard’s not the type to make sudden movements during tense situations
  • who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: Jimmy runs back to the room to call dibs but finds Richard sitting there resolutely with his sad little suitcase, swinging his legs like a five-year-old. “FINE,” Jimmy grumbles, and spends all night jamming his feet up under the top-bunk mattress
  • who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Jimmy starts, Richard wins, with a well-timed small but weighty couch cushion hurled with the speed and skill of a sniper bullet
  • who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: Richard, once, when drunk. Jimmy cheers and claps him on the back

Rust and Marty:

  • who steals french fries off the other’s plate: Marty is an inveterate plate-stealer but Rust steals pens off Marty’s desk so it all evens out
  • who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: Marty. Rust dodges like there’s a killer bee headed for him
  • who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: I could see this one going either way tbh
  • who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: “tell her that her body’s a paraphilic love map” “shut up, Rust”
  • who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: Marty. Rust cheats by gesticulating expansively with his cigarette during infuriating monologues to distract Marty from the fact that he’s slipping Monopoly money out of the till
  • who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: Marty. “Rest is just a temporary and ultimately unsatisfying substitute for death anyway,” Rust says. Marty lies awake all night, contemplating his own mortality, unable to enjoy the top bunk
  • who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Marty. Rust lies supine on the floor, refusing to fight, muttering about the meaningless cycle of human violence and how those pillows are too soft anyway
  • who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: Marty, to every woman Rust meets, including checkout ladies and murder witnesses

Angel and Spike (I’m super-rusty on this one but here we go):

  • who steals french fries off the other’s plate: Angel wouldn’t order fries but if he did Spike would steal them, complain that they should have gone to Wendy’s instead because their fries are better, and then Angel would wearily remind them that they don’t even need to eat
  • who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: either, but only to piss the other off
  • who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: “I raised you better than this,” sighs Angel. “The hell you did,” Spike retorts.
  • who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: Spike gives sex advice, Angel gives romance advice, they both know better than to listen to each other
  • who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: definitely Spike
  • who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: also Spike, who then proceeds to jump up and down on it for an hour until it breaks. Angel makes a pallet on the floor and sighs about this being penance for enabling the unleashing of Spike upon the world 
  • who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Spike starts, Angel wins
  • who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: neither. They’re too romantically competitive
spike and angel
dishesoap
thefauxfox

It’s early in the morning and nobody will probably read this but I just had the greatest ‘humans are space orcs’ idea

Imagine if humans are the only species that experiences impatience.

Think about it. Most prey animals are extremely patient. Ever meet a deer or a rabbit in the woods and hold still to try and out-wait the thing? I can guarantee your brain starts sending bored bored bored messages very quickly, and your instincts start telling you to give up and find something else to do. Humans can do the patience thing- as evidenced by our endurance hunting methods- but our instincts tell us not to. Correct me if I’m wrong, but this feels like a predator development. I have the idea that if aliens are mostly prey-based, and we’re predator-based, then the aliens will be very patient and we just aren’t.

As an evolutionary development, being impatient can be brilliant. It means that we didn’t sit around and wait for the ice caps to warm up, we knew we didn’t have the technology to survive that level of cold, but we did it anyways. We were trying to send people into the sky and then into space before we had fully figured it all out, simply because we didn’t want to wait and think it out, we wanted SPACE and we wanted it NOW. And personally, I tend to be extremely productive and inventive when I’m feeling impatient. Mechanic is booked for a few days? I’ll figure out how to change my oil and tires and tint my car’s windows myself. Strawberry season is still 4 months away? I’ll get a heat lamp setup and grow them myself. Friends can’t visit and help move furniture for a week? I’ll build a trolley out of some toy cars, tape, a chessboard, and do all the lifting myself.

This impatience is what made us design faster cars, faster computers, faster internet, faster communication, methods of growing food faster, of processing food faster, we’re always looking for the quickest and most efficient thing simply because we are not patient. 

Impatience leads to a type of creativity and persistence that patience just doesn’t have.

Imagine aliens starting to realize this.

“You got to your moon before you had developed LED screens??? You didn’t even have computers that could do basic math?!”
“Well, what else were we gonna do, sit around and wait?”

“Your planes don’t have gravitational control? Don’t you experience discomfort from the acceleration and directional changes?”
“Sure. But we needed to get on the other side of the planet in a decent amount of time.”
“So… what you’re articulating is that you’d rather have physical distress than have to have a long journey?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Human____, our mechanical teams will be on site in several of your earth hours, so we won’t be going anywhere until then.”
“Screw that. Where’s the manual for this thing? I bet I can fix it.”
“But you don’t have any mechanical training.”
“I also don’t feel like sitting around on this rock for ages.”

“You’re back already? I thought your medical representative told you to not be walking on that limb for another of your weeks.”
“Ugh. I just can’t anymore. I’ve got to get up and move and do something, anything.”
“But doesn’t that hurt to walk on?”
“Absolutely.”
“…You would choose pain over waiting?”
“What can I say, I’m not a patient person.”

Like aliens just being baffled that humans would rather work hard or struggle with a problem or even experience pain and discomfort. They, as prey species, are used to just waiting it out. They don’t have the same impatience driving them to get up and go and to fight through things just because they can’t wait any longer.

Bonus: 
Human: Ain’t nobody got time for that!
Alien: Why don’t you have time? Is something scheduled soon?
Human: No, I just don’t feel like wasting time.
Alien: But… it’s not wasted. It’s time well spent. And you do technically have the time to spare for that. If there’s nothing scheduled, then you do ‘got time for that’.
Human: No. No, I don’t. It’s just… no.

notjustaclone
notjustaclone

I’ve listened and read the Vorkosigan books more than I can count anymore. They are so comforting.
But my favorite over the whole lot (for the last yearish) is Memory.

Miles makes a mistake. Then he does what he always has done when he got in over his head. He lied. But he got caught in his lie. And his world, the one he painstakingly built, collapsed around him.

But even with this huge life altering event life did go on.** He needed help to start up again but he did. And to quote Harra Csurik life just goes on.

And life just kept going. Even at the end of all his plans. Even in dishonor and disgrace he lived on. And he didn’t cut Simon out of his life after that huge lie. Didn’t hide in embarrassment. He owned his mistakes. Invited him into his life.
Then he had a chance to revive all his old plans. We got that second time in the tiny closet. Wrestling with temptation. And then my favorite line in the whole series. (I’m getting this tattooed over my heart after top surgery)
“The only thing you can’t trade for your hearts desire is your heart.”

That one line keeps me coming back again and again. The whole story is perfect. Mad Miles goes too far but when he crashes he gets up again. And yes the direction changed and so did he but he still goes on.

**this actually reminds me a ton of warriors apprentice. His life goal was to get into the military. And he failed because of a mistake. Then grandfather died. (As admiral Naismith did… kinda) but miles still had someone to dance for. His family was there and he was in love with Elena. A support. I wonder if we would have gotten everything going up to the ice bath if the count and countess were home?
terrypratchettappreciation

Good Omens: a gentle reminder

neil-gaiman

Your headcanon is your headcanon. The characters in your mind are what they are, and nobody is trying to take them away from you. Think of the Good Omens TV series as a stage play: for six full hours, actors are going to be portraying the roles of Crowley and Aziraphale, Shadwell and Madame Tracy, Newt and Anathema, Adam, Pepper, Wensleydale and Brian and the rest. Will they look like the people in your head? The ones you’ve been drawing and writing about and imagining for (in some cases) almost 30 years?

Probably not. Which is fine.

The people in your head and your drawings are still there, and still real and still true. I’ve seen drawings of hundreds of different Aziraphales over the years, all with different faces and body-shapes, different hair and skin, and would never have thought to tell anyone who drew or loved them that that wasn’t what Aziraphale looked like. (And a couple of years after we wrote it, I was amused to realise that the Aziraphale in my head looked nothing like the  Aziraphale in Terry’s head.) I’ve loved every instance of Good Omens Cosplay I’ve seen, and in no case did I ever think anyone was doing it wrong: they were all Aziraphales and Crowleys, and it was always a delight.

Good Omens has been unillustrated for 27 years, which means that each of you gets to make up your own look for the characters, your own backstories, your own ideas about how they will behave.

The TV version is being made with love and with faithfulness to the story. It’s got material and characters in it that Terry and I had discussed over the years, (some of it from what we would have done it there had been a sequel). Writing it has taken up the greater part of my last three years. You might like it – I really hope you will – but you don’t have to. You can start watching it, decide that you prefer the thing in your head, and stop watching it. (I never saw the last Lord of the Rings movie, because I liked the thing in my head too much.)

Remember we are making this with love.

And that your own personal headCrowleys and headAziraphales and headFourHorsemen and headThem and headHastur and headLigur and headSisterMary and all the rest are yours, and safe, and nobody is ever going to take them away from you.

terrypratchettappreciation
wholockeddruid

I’m sitting on my front porch when it happens: The ground starts shaking.
I’m a small Good Omens meme farmer, enjoying life in my small Good Omens community, but I have seen life in the big fandoms. “They’re coming…”
My youngest son, a stringy chap who only knows this peaceful way of life, stops sweeping the porch and looks at me. “Who’s coming, Ma?”
I stand up and stare at the horizon, waiting for Them. “The Tennant fans, lad. The Tennant fans.”