goddamn badass

Let's rewiew episode 3

- They watch Netflix

- Veronica = badass

- correction: badass²

- Jughead. Eating. That. Ice. Cream.

- THE CAPE’S BACK

- B & V

- Betty: feminism at it’s best

- this lipstick scene like what the fuck I hate Betty’s mom

- badass Betty, hell yeah

- never missing a good fight between grown ups

- #justice for ethel

- Jugheads awesome narrator’s voice man I love this guy

You were about to make a medical comment, Jim?

So, instead of studying for my impending pathophysiology exam, I was thinking about what a goddamn badass Leonard McCoy is.

Actually, I was thinking about drug shortages. I am a resident in the United States. The United States of America. First world medicine, folks. And sometimes - all too frequently - I have to revise the treatment plan of a healthy patient undergoing elective surgery because I do not have access to the ideal drug.

In other words, I compromise.

That’s a sickening feeling, friends. 

Which brings me back to Bones.

Bones, Chief Medical Officer on a five year mission in deep space, where no man has gone before. Bones, who cares so goddamn deeply. Bones, desperately filing requisition forms for medications that he has no hope of receiving in the foreseeable future. Bones, elbow deep in a unfortunate ensign that caught the wrong end of a blast in engineering, sweat dripping in his eyes, nagging thoughts of, “is his name Jason or Joseph?” Bones, mad as hell because medical takes another budget cut. Bones praying frantically to a god he doesn’t believe in, “oh, please, not again.” Bones, eyeballing a unknown species and making a quick judgment call, based on a hasty heart rate calculation and estimated weight, the effective loading dose of a - probably - renal toxic drug. Bones, hissing at Spock to shut the hell up, all the while making his own calculations. Bones, who years after the mission has ended, bolts up out of a dead sleep in a panic of adrenaline, because endless nights of  call have made gentle awakenings impossible. Bones, staring dumbstruck at Starfleet Medical’s supply rooms. Bones, dedicatedly carting his tiny medkit on his hip, facing an alien world with a tricorder and a few hypos. Bones, hiding in his quarters for days, pouring over all of the federation’s published xenophysiology records, searching for a connection, wondering where it went wrong. Bones replaying the day’s scene in his mind, fear still gripping his chest as Jim sleeps peacefully in the biobed. Bones alone in the field, performing a bilateral finger thoracostomy on a blue-lipped yeoman who reminds him a little too much of Joanna (if somebody does not write this fic, I will). Bones, fresh out of med school, feverently murmuring his oath with conviction and wide-eyed naivety. Bones blaming himself. Bones bitching about the unpredictability of genetically modified antimicrobials. Bones needing a goddamn drink. Bones, contemplating the nuances of therapeutic nihilism. Bones, forcing himself to meet Jim’s eyes as Jim officiates a funeral. Bones, calculating pharmacokinetics in his head. Bones, knowing there was nothing to be done, but dammit, what if? Bones, painstakingly documenting his every discovery, every treatment plan, every failure and every triumph, for the next generation of medical professionals. Bones in his office with his head in his hands. Bones, absolutely giddy and shaking with relief, “Don’t be so melodramatic; you were barely dead.”

Practicing medicine is terrifying. Every day, I am horrified at the thought that I will not be able to provide for my patients. I love my field with every breath in my body, but the responsibility is overwhelming, and sobering.

Disease and danger, wrapped in darkness and silence, indeed.


“By golly, Jim, I’m beginning to think I can cure a rainy day.

Yeah, Leonard McCoy. I think you can.

We got three books about a whole pack of guys trying to destroy one piece of Sauron’s bling. Meanwhile, back in the First Age at the height of Sauron’s power, Lúthien Tinúviel confronted him directly and beat the shit out of him with an awesome hound. And then she went on right to the stronghold of his master, Morgoth, and put that shithead and his whole goddamn army to sleep. Like, if she hadn’t fallen in love with a human and essentially convinced the gatekeeper of death that she should be able to live and die as a mortal, I don’t think anyone would have ever stopped her.

Lúthien was the biggest goddamn badass in Middle-earth.

I know the fandom obsesses over Sans so like this will sound so tired but I will never get over the shock of the opening lines for Sans’ fight

Like I went into his battle totally blind, and I was pretty much just sad that I would have to kill him. But then just

“On days like these, kids like you….”

…Should be burning in Hell.”

I mean goddamn what a badass

MOTHER OF GOD, FINALLY FINISHED IT. ;w; [ugly sobbing] 

Wanted to do some more Steven Universe fanart since I don’t do enough, so the gang’s heading out for some beach time! AW YE >:V 


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Peggy Carter, War Hero. Secret Agent. Founder of SHIELD. 


Generally all around amazing badass <3

(lyrics from “Problem” by Natalie Kills)

Just sitting here imagining how goddamn badass and totally awesome the trailers could be if pretty much the same crew returns for DA4 with the Inquisitor as the protag.

Probably some black keys song playing in the background idk
A cloaked inquisitor is sitting in a tavern in Kirkwall on their way to Tevinter probably and some dumb ass comes up like lmao look at this piece of shit let me just start a bar fight. Asshole starts a fight and the Inquisitor single-handedly kicks his and his buddies’ asses, then the main asshole sees the Inquisition symbol on them and is like

“Holy shit the Inquisitor-! I thought you were retired-!”

The Inquisitor reveals this shiny ass prosthetic arm from their cloak and wiggles their fingers and says

“Not when there’s still so much work to be done.”
Then knocks the bitch out.

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