Yeah, this is a comical scene, in a way. But the thing that gets to me is that Coran isn’t trying to Sugar-coat anything. He’s telling it to Lance like it is, while still keeping a relatively positive outlook on how far from Earth they are.
He listens when Lance rants and reminisces with Lance about Earth and Altea.
“Yeah, water that falls from the sky.”
“Oh, we had that on Altea. Only, it wasn’t water, more like rocks. Razor sharp and boiling hot. Oh! They could knock a hole right in your head…”
This post is nowhere near completion, as all this stuff is stuff that happened in the 4th episode. There are so many many more instances where Coran helps by either making people relax or by reminiscing with them like shown here.
I’ll probably add more to this post as I go through the episodes, but still… my point stands…
I literally found your blog like three minutes ago and your VLD Headcanons already made me feel blessed (actually everything on your blog has made me feel blessed)
*bill wurtz voice* you could make a religion out of this
lance hates chores but he’s also a passive aggressive cleaner
he’s one of Those People that’ll clean even after someone else already did because they “didn’t do it right”
so he always ends up doing chores anyway lol
“don’t even know how to clean up after themselves, tengo que hacer todo por aquí-?”
hunk: “what’s your biggest fear?” keith: “being forgotten” hunk: “damn that’s deep… mine’s clowns but i feel kinda stupid about it now”
every time pidge runs maintenance on shiro’s arm she’s tempted to program it to make the windows start up sound whenever it activates and honestly she should be applauded for her self control
“listen guys i just need some- heh-” “stop” “-space”
as a joke lance starts suggesting harry potter spells for allura to practice her magic with
“no no it’s levi-o-sa not levio-sar”
anyway they actually really help her?? and lance walks away having convinced allura earth has actual wizards so… win win??
*coran voice* “princess, for years i have done the best i can to raise you! have i been perfect? no. do i know anything about children? no! should i have picked up a book about parenting? probably! where was i going with this i had a point”
“lets make headcanons that ‘fix’ the sexism of the sixties"
or lets not in case they get popular and people new to the fandom confuse your headcanon for irl canon, and instead lets openly talk about the sexism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, and all the other bigotry ingrained into the show because of the time period and environment it was written in, ya know, like adults.
like, stop fucking ignoring the problems and actively address them. Especially in a show that is ABOUT moving beyond and learning from our bigotry and prejudice, actively criticizing it can help future series or movies also learn from the problems and fix them.
Thirdly: I am doing this more for the sake of my upcoming fic, Cherchez la Femme, which I have been working on for MONTHS–probably since Septemberish–than I am for Napoli. Also doing this for the sake of other authors who may feel this way, but don’t want to say anything for fear of making people mad. I personally am tired of dealing with my own anxiety about this subject, so I’m getting this off my chest.
I am exceedingly frustrated by the majority of attitudes (or non attitudes) I see towards anything that is not a one-shot on here. ESPECIALLY if it’s smut.
I like smut. I love smut. I’ve read some really good smut on here. But… that’s not all I’ve read on here. When I first got on Tumblr, I found some really unique and interesting fics, and I got very invested in them. But lately, the majority of what I’ve been seeing on this site is the same damn thing, over and over and over again. Smut one shots, no plot, no character development, no nothing. Those fics I was invested in were discontinued (temporarily, I hope) in favor of smut one shots, which, like I said, I don’t mind, but ya know… I also do.
Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots.
Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots. And many of them do write more than smut one shots. But I have seen two (2) of the multi-part fics I follow being seriously reblogged. That’s out of A LOT that I happen to read and like. One of my favorites got put on hiatus because there were no reads on the most recent chapter at the time.
Tumblr, seriously, what is going on? Like, I recognize that we all want to imagine ourselves having sex with some version of Sebastian Stan (ME TOO, I AM NOT EXCLUDING MYSELF FROM THAT GROUP) but some of these people have worked ages, ages on these fics. With well-developed characters and plot and settings and serious issues that are worked through. THESE PEOPLE I READ SHOULD WRITE ORIGINAL CONTENT AND GET PUBLISHED. In my world, they would. Because they are that good.
And yet, they get almost no recognition. And it frustrates me, and scares me, and makes me really, really sad. Some might say, “Tumblr is more (something else) than fanfic for me”–which is fine. Please engage in whatever joy may have brought you to Tumblr. But also remember that for others, it IS about fanfic, and they enjoy doing that just as much as you enjoy doing whatever you do. So hit the like button every once in a while. Read more fics of your favorite characters. Some might say, “I have –something that gives me a shorter attention span–, I can’t remember what happened before this chapter/can’t concentrate enough to get through a whole fic in the time I have”–in which case, you are fine, don’t worry about it, not a big deal. Some of you may say, “Works in progress are annoying, I hate waiting for new parts to come out”–and trust me, I’m right there with you. I’m waiting on a few new parts for fics myself (I’m also waiting for Diana Gabaldon’s next Outlander book, goddammit), but that doesn’t stop me from reading and commenting on the parts that are there! Tell the author that you have something to look forward to until the next part comes out! Also, TELL THE AUTHOR IF YOU ARE WAITING FOR THEM TO COMPLETE IT, or ask to be tagged in the final masterlist! We won’t mind if you do it that way! Some of you may just hate longer fics and there’s nothing anybody can do to change that. In which case, whatever floats your boat.
I’m not getting on anyone in the above paragraph to suddenly change your preferences and start reading fics with more than two parts. What I am saying, though, is if you consume, but don’t comment AND reblog (or at least tag and reblog), or if you don’t consume at all and blatantly ignore what authors are putting out there… come on, guys. We put our heart and souls into this stuff. Some of the stuff we write is taken from real life. Some people don’t have anything but their writing to help them get through what may be a really bad stage. Likes, comments, reblogs–writers need these. We don’t all have to be JK Rowling here, but we do hope to see that someone smiles or laughs, or cries, or feels in some way with our fics.
One of my friends on here was very sad a couple of days ago because she was getting very few notes on even her one-shots, or reblogs with no comments. She has 700+ followers and a taglist that’s a mile long. It made me sad for her, and I can’t even hug her because she lives far away from me. Readers, you don’t have to comment or reblog every chapter of a fic that’s been written, it’s really okay if you don’t, but let the reader know that you like it and acknowledge the work that’s been done.
I’m still relatively tiny on here, and I definitely need to follow more blogs, so I will now go looking. But, indulge me for a second: If, when I publish Cherchez, I deem it as not getting enough notes, I will make a goddamn video of myself deleting the thing off my computer and burning the damn notebooks. I started by writing this stuff for me. Napoli ended up being about someone I know who recently died. Cherchez was what I wrote when I was coming out of a breakdown. So yes, I write for myself. But as soon as I put it up here, it becomes yours. You consume it, you feel because of it. So really, guys, read all the smut you want. I know I’m going to. But read more than smut, too.
Someone who is a teeny bit oversmutted
(If you want to, you can check my tags for more info)
I wanted to draw Fusion Samus again after I started replaying it to get back into Metroid after the new games were announced at e3. I personally love her design from fusion and wish there was more fanart of it.
Oh, and I gave her fangs because of the Metroid DNA. and muscles because I can
okaY so ConSider ThIs–Mick’s medical skills probably aren’t half bad.
Like Len said, Mick’s always been the muscle to Len’s brains, and that means more often than not, Mick is the one coming home with the injuries, which he usually had to treat himself–Len isn’t an option, because as clever as he is with his hands, Len doesn’t really do gentle with anyone other than his sister (and sometimes not even then), and as a general rule, Mick doesn’t like to be touched by anyone that he doesn’t know and trust . So he had to learn to administer medical treatment to himself. He’s not a brain surgeon, but he’s about as good as someone who’s self-taught can be. He knows how to check for a concussion and internal bleeding, how to stitch up an injury and deal with infection, and has a grasp of basic pain relief. (He also probably knows how to deal with bullet wounds pretty capably as well).
Mick doesn’t really like to advertise these skills–they’re helpful when he needs them, absolutely. That’s 99% of the reason why he cultivated them, but this particular skillset is distinctly removed from the version of himself that he likes to project. Now, he doesn’t hide them either, but the ship can treat most other injuries, so really he doesn’t see much point in utilizing them when they’re unnecessary.
Ray is the first to find out. Mick had meant it, after the gulag, when he’d said that they were even, and was personally content to leave it at that. But Ray’s medical (and self preservation) sensibilities are terrible, and even though practically all his ribs are broken from that damn sledgehammer, his solution is to just go “eh, I’ll just bandage them and get back to work,” because that’s how they deal with broken ribs in movies and stuff, right? Wrap bandages around them and troop on? Ray just makes the mistake of asking Mick for a hand bandaging them. Ray winces immediately after, intimidated by the force of Mick’s glare, and pretty sure Mick is going to refuse his request for help on the spot. He did not expected Mick to sigh in irritation because for fuck’s sake, sure, if you wanna die of pneumonia. Instead, Mick does a quick check–running his hands along Ray’s ribs, trying to ensure that none of them are in danger of puncturing a lung. Then, he firmly steers Ray into bed and gives him painkillers, as well as stern instructions to rest. The rest of the crew coos at this, though Mick maintains that he was not doing a nice thing, he was just preventing an act of egregious idiocy. No one actually believes him.
Sara is next. She does not get injured so often anymore (I mean, it does happen, but more often than not she emerges from ridiculously dangerous situations utterly unscathed, a skill of which the rest of the crew is very envious). But her old wounds might as well be fresh ones, some days–there was no time for proper healing on Lian Yu, and certainly not as a member of the League of Assassins, where you either got up and kept fighting or were left for dead. As a result, many of her old wounds still pain her–a knot of scar tissue just under her arm that aches fiercely when it rains, a knee that hurts to move when she overexerts herself (which is hard, but not impossible). Before joining the Legends crew, she would have masked her pain. She’s gone years just gritting her teeth and pushing her way through. But the more time that passes with the team, the less her instincts tell her to hide the pain–the more comfortable she is letting herself be seen at her weakest. Now, on her worst days, after particularly brutal battles, she’ll give up on it altogether, and limp through the Waverider to collapse on the couch (yes, the Waverider has a living room, because I say so). Now, the team will all try to comfort her in their own ways. Jax and Ray will sit on the other side of the table and play board games with her. Stein tries to replicate Clarissa’s mac and cheese (he cannot, but the effort is thoroughly appreciated), Rip will quietly postpone their next mission, and Len offers comfort as non-obtrusively as he can. But Mick? Mick shows with a heat compress and a liniment for her knee and some advice–(lay on your side and put a pillow between your legs, it will straighten your spine and take the pressure of your injury) from old injuries of his own.
Jax (and by extension, Stein) find out the extent of Mick’s medical expertise in the field, when Jax takes a bullet in the side. He’s hemorrhaging fast, flames flickering out as he unfuses with Stein, who looks so worried that a heartattack may be a legitimate risk. They’re far from the ship–but not from a nearby medical clinic. Before the rest of the team can process what’s going on, Mick is pressing a jacket (requisitioned from Snart) to Jax’s side, and rushing him into the clinic, where one of the doctor’s takes over. That should be the end of it, but Mick has had more than his fair share of bullet wounds, and backseat drives the fuck out of that medical procedure, because there’s no need to be so rough, doc and if I’d wanted him to bleed out I would have left him out there, jesus and basically just glares and intimidates until the doctor, in frustration, pushes the tools into Mick’s hands, because “you do it, then!”. Mick shrugs, and does the job more neatly and efficiently than the doctor could have hoped (much to the man’s chagrin).
After that, the rest of the crew starts coming to him for everything. For such a violent, large person, Mick is surprisingly delicate when treating injuries, with a feather-light touch. Most of the crew discovers that they prefer being treated by Mick (who tries to avoid causing them pain, and who is almost sympathetic when he has to) than they do Gideon in the medbay. Kendra gets a cut on her leg while sparring? She’ll hop, leg dripping, to his room and knock on the door–”Hey Mick, can you take a look at this for me?”
Stein thinks his back is acting up again? “Mr. Rory, would you mind terribly advising me on this?”
Even Rip gets in on it, though he argues that its because when he’s injured, he likes being able to receive treatment in the comfort of his own quarters.
Every time, Mick grumbles, don’t you guys have Gideon for this? I thought this ship was from the future–. But every time, he takes a look at it, because he just knows that if he refuses they’ll just stand there looking sad and mopey, before limping off to the medbay, and for fuck’s sake, he’s not heartless (and maybe he likes knowing that he can use his hands for something other than destruction, but that’s another beast altogether)
TL;DR–consider Mick Rory, entirely against his will, becoming the team medic (and sighing because, damn, if he doesn’t step up, these idiots are all gonna die.)
(PS, let it be noted that, inevitably, there may be some basis in batmanisagatewaydrug’s headcanons in here, particularly her headcanons about Sara’s old injuries causing her pain, because her headcanons are so good that I can’t help but think of them as ingratiated into canon.)