this is why i love star trek

The thing about Marritza/Ghemor is that it is destined to failure. Marritza is more attached to his regret than he is to love. He is driven nearly insane by it, even though he felt he could share the load of that shame with Ghemor. Even though he found moments of true peace with her. In the end, he cannot bear his sins and all of Cardassia’s sins against the Bajorans, and he goes through with his plot. 

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Amazing though, don’t you think?…

This has probably been mentioned already, but I have to get this off my chest

So Star Trek:Into Darkness was a great film - in fact, I loved all three movies. But one little thing that always bugged me was how much Bones was downplayed. I particularly have a lot of feelings for this scene:

Now, there is truth to that - Spock did capture Khan, whose blood was used to generate the life-saving serum. Spock risked his own life to capture a dangerous, near-invincible psychopath for Kirk (even though his initial intention was to kill Khan out of revenge and had to be begged by Uhura to spare his life). So I’m not going to deny the importance of Spock’s role in Jim’s revival (I love Spock, love his friendship with Kirk, not knocking that one bit). But tell me, was it Spock who:

- injected some of Khan’s blood into a dead tribble out of scientific curiosity, to study its incredible regenerative powers?

- discovered that the Tribble had been brought back to life, thus realising that Khan’s blood could be used to bring back Kirk?

- had the quick thinking to cryogenically freeze Kirk’s body in order to prevent his organs decomposing to a point that would be beyond saving?

- took Khan’s blood - breaking countless ethical guidelines in the process - and dedicated his time to generating a serum (surely that must have taken days, if not weeks, to generate a successful serum that could be safely used to medicate a human)?

- carefully nursed Kirk back to health?

Nope, all Bones. Now, I don’t have proof as to what happened during the two weeks Kirk was in a coma, but do you honestly think that this man:

… just carried on as normal? Or do you think he never left Jim’s bedside unless he was physically dragged away by other crew members so that he could eat/sleep before collapsing? Of course, Bones being Bones, he’s very flippant when his part in rescuing Jim is ignored:

… even mentioning Uhura’s part in it, because he won’t take all the credit, he acknowledges all who helped. Because he doesn’t care about recognition or thanks when it comes to Jim - he just wants to keep his best friend ALIVE. But why oh why couldn’t we just get a little acknowledgement from someone else about how Doctor Leonard Horatio “Badass” McCoy literally CHEATED DEATH and brought a dead man back to life as though it was just a normal part of a medic’s life?! The fact that he broke several medical ethics laws, thus risking his whole career, just to give the ship her captain back? WHY DOES NO ONE SEEM TO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS?! And don’t get me started on the fact that he didn’t even get to say goodbye and the first time he sees Jim after the warp core incident is when he is lying in a freaking body bag on one of the biobeds.

Wait a second - if Star Wars is in the past (”Long time ago, far, far away, etc, etc”), and we’re in the present, and Star Trek is in the future… does this mean we could have one of the Star Trek crews running into the ruins of an old jedi or sith temple or something?! Like, not even necessarily saying that that’s what it is, just a bunch of vague “The inhabitants seemed to be some sort of spiritual order,” “But also training areas for battle,” “The decayed remains of some sort of crystal-based technology” comments, just enough to have everyone flipping their shit because hell yeah, dramatic irony, we know exactly what’s going on!

Or, oooo~ running into SW civilizations, but it’s WAAAAAAAY in the future for them compared to what we’ve previously seen, so stuff is REALLY different, who knows what the Jedi Order looks like now, if it’s even still called that, like holy shit, imagine THAT first contact encounter! Imagine how much world-building you could do with both universes! Or throw in time-travel - ST LOVES time travel, and SW loves weird jedi shit (and has a fandom that loves time travel) and just- (flapping arms and uncontrollable excitement). IT WOULD JUST BE SO COOL, OKAY?!? Dang, what if Earth turned out to be some lost colony from the SW area of the galaxy and everything we thought we knew about history before a certain point turned out to be wrong, every single cryptid and fantastical being in our mythos could be based off some real species that got warped and misremembered over thousands of years of retelling like some insane game of telephone-

I adore the duality of Tony Stark. Not the secret identity thing, but this idea, one that you get to see more of in the comics than the films (though IM1 did this a lot): the idea that there’s this aloof, cold businessman who puts on perfectly-tailored suits and snarks his way through a room and destroys opponents without a thought using an offhand quip, and resorts to pragmatism when nobody else will, and wears his playboy persona on his sleeve, and knows all the easiest ways to blow up a person or a world, and has a bit of a god complex, and used to be called the Merchant of Death -

- but he’s also the guy who wanders around like a zombie before the first coffee of the day, and works with his hands, and spends his time with mad-scientist hair and wearing scruffy vests covered in oil because he got caught up in his hard work and his passion for creation. He’s the guy who will do anything for his friends and makes silly jokes over breakfast and wholeheartedly, dorkily loves the Avengers, from the concept of it to the people in it. He falls hard for the people he loves, and is incredibly lonely. He’s the guy who goes to orphanages and holds babies when he can’t sleep, and adores kids. He’s the guy who cries easily, never thinks he’s doing enough, struggles with alcoholism and chronic illnesses, and desperately doesn’t want to be his father, no matter how much the media pins the opposite on him. He loves the world and the people in it, even when he kind of hates them, and is constantly working to make things better. He remembers his employees’ names and asks after their families. He tries to see the good in people and goes for rehabilitative over punitive justice wherever possible, even when it comes to villains who have actively tried to kill him. He’s known for how much he cares, exhaustingly, about everything. He’s the man who honestly has a good heart and is constantly trying to reach out, and often gets laughed at for his idealism. He’s a man who’s so often in pain, but tries to use it to improve the world rather than letting it destroy him.

Sure, I like his ruthlessness and some of his coolness, but I also love the guy who unironically adores classic Star Trek and makes absentminded Dune and Arthurian references and thinks equations are cool; who makes mental notes of his friends’ favourite breakfasts and takes young heroes under his wing and is semi-jokingly horrified when one doesn’t have a file system. Who goes “but why does that do that?” and wants to take everything apart and fix it so it can help people, and honest to god believes in a better future. 

(The movies are subtler about that side of him, but it’s still there. I mean, as a little thing, I’m always grateful they let RDJ put some of his own love of classic and sometimes silly rock into Tony Stark. Not just because I share that music taste, but I always like characters who are nerdy and wholehearted about at least something. But the bigger stuff, too: the between-the-lines moments: the naming his bots, the “here, have my whole R&D lab/my company/my home/my heart if you want it, why do you look so surprised?” That’s all straight from the comics. It’s just done slightly more snarkily and with a slightly shorter, brown-eyed Tony rather than a tall, blue-eyed one.)

But it’s still a very bad idea to piss him off.

He’s both. I love that he’s both.

retro-geek  asked:

I really don't get why people insist on applying modern morality/standards to historical fiction. Yes they're racist, yes they're sexist, that's what people were like back then. Historical fiction cannot be a bastion of modern values.

Because even in a movie with hobbits, dwarves, dragons, elves and a giant fiery eye. The idea of a brown hobbit doesn’t seem credible to a director. Because in a world with dragons, magic trees, faceless assassin, treeppl, an omniscient boy, iceppl, zombies and a fireproof child bride. Somehow black and brown ppl seem rarer than magic.
The world of fantasy has been claimed by white-people and you better believe that they are hoarding it. The elves of Tolkien have to be white because they are the fairest, wisest and most beautiful of races. Those pointy eared fucks can’t even tan. The dwarves and hobbits have to be white because of reasons.

Even in a series that takes it’s inspiration for Targaryens from Egyptian culture doesn’t see fit to make the family look the part.

I love fantasy. But I hated that as a child I’d watch lord of the rings and see that the only time I saw skin even remotely my shade was on urukhai. I could never be a happy hobbit, a hard working dwarf, a beautiful elf or even a brave lady of Rohan. I didn’t belong in that world. We don’t belong in that world.
The closest thing to me in asoiaf is the Naathi, Dothraki, Dornish and children of the forest. The first men should have been described as indigenous so at least we had some social commentary on displaced natives in America. But that role was relegated to the children of the forest who might not even be human, and have been driven to extinction. The Naathi are viewed as perfect slave stock, an observation Columbus made of our people when he “found” the new world. And the Dornish were so poorly written in the show that they were killed off an ignored.
Even when we get to participate in the slightest with high fantasy, we become that which we are in this world. Slaves, savages, foreign. While white people can escape into the world of high fantasy, people of color are forced into the same tropes. Fantasy is an escape for them. They can see themselves in the characters they revere. We don’t get that. We have to blind ourselves to this, push it in the back of our minds so we can enjoy the show or book.
Then people ask what’s the big deal. The big deal is that in a world of magic and wonder, it’s impossible for a person of color to be the hero.

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Scaredy Cat - Leonard McCoy

Summary: Power goes out on the Enterprise while you’re in a much dreaded physical. You’re afraid of a lot of things, including the dark. But Bones is there for you. (requested by @outside-the-government)

Warnings: Language

A/N: first bones fic in ages whooooo


Even the nurse that retrieved you saw it. The paled knuckles, the colorless lips, the thin sheen of sweat. You were sure she could hear it, too. The labored and elongated breaths, the soft words of encouragement you gave yourself, the swish of your red uniform as you constantly adjusted the fabric which had never felt so tight.

You stayed a few steps behind her, unable to return the smiles passing physicians and nurses sent you in greeting. You nodded when she said something to you, something you didn’t catch beyond a hum, and entered the exam room as soon as the door swished open.

You shut your eyes as you as you stepped in, the lights seemingly brighter in the small room than the other parts of the medbay. You jumped at the sound of the door hissing shut, your eyes snapping open.

“You all right there, sweetheart? Lookin’ a little pale.”

You shook your head, placing your hand on Leonard’s shoulder as he approached you, his head tilted. You met his deep hazel eyes and let a breath leave your parted lips. “You know this stuff freaks me out. Doctors, and what not.”

“Just a physical,” he told you, his eyes not wavering from you even when you found it difficult to keep your gaze steady. “No hypos today.”

You managed a smile at that. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart,” he smiled back. He motioned to the flat biobed before facing the counter and washing his hands. “Strange two of the only people I can tolerate on this floatin’ metal disease incubator are terrified of doctors.”

You hopped onto the bed and gripped the edge of it with all your might, letting out a deep exhale. You watched the blue uniform wrinkle and stretch with his every movement, you tried to concentrate on that. “Yeah, it’s a little ironic.”

He hummed as he faced you again, one of his signature scowls over his lips— it was a neutral scowl, though, not one of particular discontent. “And you’d think after my lifelong search for irony, I’d be a li’l more satisfied ‘bout things turnin’ out this way.”

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Why do I love Star Trek so much?

Because Kirk once said ‘where I come from, size, shape or color makes no difference.’

Because of the Vulcan concept of IDIC, Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations, a celebration of differences. Because Star Trek showed me a world where we don’t just tolerate or accept diversity, we celebrate it.

Because Star Trek showed me a future where there was peace, a united earth.

Because Star Trek showed me a future where race, nationality, religion, gender, and sexuality did not determine the value of a person.

Because Star Trek showed me a world where we respect ourselves, respect the environment, respect other cultures, and respect people.

I love Star Trek because it gives me hope that humanity can do better and be better. We can still do better.