but the biggest MOOD is the beyond team deciding to rip up the triumvirate and destroy the enterprise in like the first twenty minutes of the movie.

kirk? wants to leave. this job is not what he thought it is

spock? wants to quit. this job is not the right thing to do

enterprise? destroyed. not the right ship for the job

because it’s true, isn’t it? fuckboi womanizer asshole is not the personality for kirk. rude backstabbing unemotional is not the personality for spock. all the un-unification of the enterprise, the difficult relationships - spock and uhura somehow constantly in between break ups and fights; uhura and kirk somehow also constantly fighting or dissing other people together; bones simply not existing (triumvirate friendship? in my trek?? it’s less likely than you think w/ aos); sulu the asian side character to express inclusion; chekov the little kid for comedic relief; scotty leaving the enterprise instead of sticking with her through good and bad

ultimately, nobody behaving professionally in the first two aos movies. 

and then beyond went and blew that shit up. literally, figuratively, metaphorically. and miraculously, star trek comes back like a phoenix. even though technically they’re at their lowest - no ship, crew scattered, a seemingly too-powerful villain. and they solve it with the power of friendship, being frankly awesome at their jobs, and a good portion of luck.

and it shows we don’t need a planet to implode, a fleet of eight ships to be shot to bits, we don’t need a supersize space ship to belly flop onto an entire city to motivate our heroes. we don’t need a death count in the five, ten digit zone, we don’t need to take them down and kill then and tear them apart mentally, emotionally, make then hate and fear and mistrust each other to have a good (trek) movie.

and you also don’t need women in underwear. who would’ve thought.


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 The usually tense atmosphere aboard the Enterprise was unusually calm as the day continued to pass, for the most part, uneventfully, which made T'androma inexplicably uncomfortable. She was all too used to the drama that came with conquering planets; in fact, she practically thrived on it. And the sudden lack of tension between competing officers was disconcerting. Even when she wasn’t on the bridge, there was always something to do. 

 The ensign intended to go to her quarters. Perhaps there’d be a certain junior grade lieutenant on the way there that she could annihilate, but that would be far too easy. The opportunity had presented itself to her more than once, but each time it was with an opponent that didn’t stand even a sliver of a chance. If she were to fight someone, she wanted it to be at least somewhat challenging. Granted, the chances of finding anyone that stood a chance against her was extremely slim, save for Spock of course, who she wouldn’t complete against unless it was absolutely necessary.

 On the way to her quarters, it seemed her Commander had different intentions for her destination.

 "Commander,“ her greeted, saluting him. "Do you require my assistance with something?”