bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

reblog to let people know it's ok to bother you with questions and statements

please bother me with questions and statements

"look at that brazen hussy over there... and the woman he's with!"

The kidnapping tropes as they would play out in KinnPorsche:

Kidnappers: “We have taken the one you love most!” Kinn: “Oh, have you? Good fucking luck lmao!” *distant screams of kidnappers as Porsche escapes*

And:

Kidnappers: “We’ve kidnapped you!” Chay: “You are in so much trouble. You are in so much fucking trouble. You are in the most trouble ever, oh my god.” *DOOR EXPLODES INWARDS AS KIM ARRIVES*

And:

vehicle pulls up, door opens, Pete is shoved out, door slams, vehicle screeches away Bodyguards: “Did you get kidnapped??” Pete: “For a minute, yeah.”

Godzilla takes a nap in the Colosseum GODZILLA X KONG: THE NEW EMPIRE (2024)

Sanctuary Weekly Writing

Will dithered for a few moments before making up his mind. He had wanted to pick Watson’s brain for a while now, since they had come to the Sanctuary together, and tonight seemed like an opportune time. Magnus and Ashley were out on a recovery, Henry was busy with repairs and Biggie seemed to have occupied himself otherwise.

It seemed, that they were the only ones there out of their small group.

Will walked toward the wing of the building where he knew the library was. Watson was staying in the residential wing, like everyone else, but he barely seemed to be there. Most of the time he could be easily found camped out in the library, working his way through a huge stack of books.

Will didn’t usually like to bother him, but it was likely that Watson would return to his own Sanctuary to start preparations for a handover and Will didn’t want to miss the chance to talk to him. That didn’t change Will standing there, dithering over whether or not to bother him.

“Come in William, and tell me what’s got you mincing your words. That’s unusual for you with us. Normally you just speak your mind.”

Will stepped in and sat at the table across from Watson. “I’ve got a question to ask you.”

Watson cocked an eyebrow at him, looking to be on the verge of smiling.

That look suggested that he already knew exactly what Will was going to ask, but would let him say it in his own words rather than giving one whisper of an answer.

That was something that Will appreciated for various reasons and he inclined his head slightly towards the older man--the much older man--in gratitude.

"What do you wish to know, young William?"

"I want to ask you about the Network."

"Indeed."

Watson thumbed through the well-worn book in front of him, eyes scanning the pages idly, attention still on Will, though Will had the funny idea he was still actively reading the book.

"What's it like?"

"The Network?"

Will gave Watson a look.

"Handing your entire life over to it."

"To her." Watson added knowingly.

Will let out a deep breath.

"Yeah."

Watson smiled, his eyes going back to his book. They sat in silence, Will almost on the verge of speaking again when Watson said, "If the answer were simple, you would not be asking the question. However, curiosity is a cat with claws." The book went down, the pages behaving after years of reading. "I can only liken it to swimming in a vat of warm treacle."

Will huffed a confused laugh. "Treacle?"

"Quite. It sticks to everything. Most days you're happy to tread water. Every so often you want to escape the vat, but miss it so deeply you willingly dive back in." The penetrative gaze of the older man, a man Will easily held in the highest esteem, locked onto Will like a laser. Bereft of any sort of shield, he stared back, feeling like a stubborn kid. To Watson, he probably was. "Sanctuary for all, William, is not a half hearted promise."

So let me get this straight, Sam gets sent home to be himself when he was 16 again, to be with his family whom he barely remembers due to the side effects of saving other people, and he knows fully well that most of them are going to die tragically soon but he can't help them. He can't warn them. He can't do anything. He got sent there to play a fucking basketball game to get some random kids to college and not to save his beloveds? He can't even stop his sister from marrying an abuser? He got sent all the way back only to have to hopelessly watch as they take all the steps that will lead them to their tragic fates, and he can't do anything about it??????? He doesn't even get to say them goodbye??????????? Who could have possibly suffered more Jesus or Sam fucking Beckett????????????????

But then how would they address the paradox?

Sam's care and gentleness for women was formed because of his sister in an abusive relationship. Remove that and who is he?

John Sheppard Stargate

He's asexual. I just know it. Here's the thing, he's chronically single, he only flirts with women to keep McKay from getting laid, they could not FORCE sexual tension between him and Weir (and they tried). He sees Teyla in the first episode and comphet grips him for literally one second before she's not remotely interested and he can relax. The only time he makes a move on her is when the wraith stuff is in him making him all horny and weird. He apologizes later for his "out of character" behavior. The picnic with the Ancient woman from season 1 episode 14 is another excellent example of him trying to cockblock McKay and also comphet again. A devastating combo. And I think we can all agree that a cute picnic on the balcony and one kiss is not oozing sexuality. I never said aromantic. Although I do think if he's any bit romantic, it's homoromantic (I am also a McShep truther).

Sanctuary + Text Posts 5/?

1 / 2 / 3 / 4

A Vulcan named Stork works at the Terran adoption agency. Parents always request that he be the one to deliver their child to them.

It’s years before anyone explains it to him.

People keep gifting him robes with long white birds on them.

The fun thing is he would understand why people were getting him outfits with storks on them. That’s a word, it’s his name, straightforward. All the humans get him the same gag gift, but like, they’re putting effort in at least. This is a genuinely nice outfit. Stork will be a walking zero-effort pun sometimes, rather than waste a perfectly fine robe.

It’s fine. This is a readily comprehensible human illogic. Exactly the kind of thing he expected from moving to Earth.

Six years in he finds out about the stork bringing babies.

Stork has a good long meditation session about this myth, his name, his job, the outfits, the whole shebang (or whatever Vulcan concept is the equivalent).

And he decides he’s honored by it, in a humanly illogical way.

The humans are asking him to do what is after all his job, and specifically requesting him for the joy his name brings them on top of an already agreeable and satisfying task. He has no objection to engendering positive emotions in others. Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so happiness must logically slow it down. 

Plus, Vulcans of his generation love puns. There were two decades of punning competitions in colleges across the planet. So when he realizes that he is a walking zero-effort pun, and that the humans also love the pun, he is all for it. He is the Joe Cool of the entire Vulcan population in his city. 

And via this pun, the humans are including him in a cherished and traditional myth, by casting him as the literal bringer of life and the expander of families. 

There’s no downside. Stork wears his robes, pins, keychains, and other bird-related tchotchkes with genuine pride. 

YES IT’S BACK ON MY DASH AT LAST

For real though working together with some human social workers, a Vulcan would be an excellent caretaker for children in an adoption center.

Child has a meltdown? Imagine Stork, perfectly calm and unbothered, approaching the kid and saying “You appear quite upset, Eliza. If you would please allow me to relocate you to the ‘bean-bag-chair,’ we can discuss the source of your distress.”

A Vulcan educated in medicine and child psychology would be endlessly patient with a kid with behavioral issues. Stork wouldn’t get or upset or frustrated. After all, these are children with medical and psychological conditions. It would be illogical to blame the child or to not treat them with the appropriate care.

Even if the a little one was having a bad day or was just overtired, Stork wouldn’t get angry. He might even be a calming presence. Any new kids acting out would learn real quick that they’d have better luck trying to arm-wrestle a Klingon than get a rise out of Stork.

Not only that, Vulcans live much longer than humans. Imagine Stork looking virtually unchanged as decades pass. Kids he’d helped years ago would turn up fully grown, maybe there to adopt their own kids, and run into Stork, looking almost exactly as they remember him.

And he’d probably remember them too. “Welcome back, Eliza.”

“…Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so logically happiness must slow it down…”

Will reblog every time it crosses my dash 🖖🏾

star trek heritage post (November 14th, 2020)

Periodic reminder that the compiled tag I use on AO3 is “Stork The Vulcan (fanon)” and so far there are 5 fics featuring him:

Various iterations of this thread ^ have also been bookmarked under the tag for future reference 🖖

Sanc(tuary) Weekly Writing will be kicked off this Tuesday (6/14/24) by @angsty-violet!

3.03 | Fair Game

I don’t think adding nonbinary to Victorian’s gender system would’ve fixed their weird sexism. If anything I think it would’ve made them weirder and sexismier

Someone needs to write a satirical etiquette book in the style of a Victorian with rules for Ladies, Gentlemen, and Honorables in Polite Society.

Oh please someone do this

It would go something like

Of course, fashionable Honorables may be consternated by the proper open collar blouses as there is no way to tie a bow or cravat around it. In such cases a bow may be worn upon the top hat. Or a slim ribbon may be tied around the bare neck, however, given the salacious reputation some hold for such an accessory, that is best left to married Honorables.

YES. the way this hasn’t left my mind….Like okay they’re still Victorians. They’re still sexist and homophobic. My thought for this alternate history is third gender people are expected to only marry into already married couples. And they’d probably throw in a lot of Christian Holy Trinity and Mary Joseph God imagery to religiously validate triads.

Or three people (of all different genders of course bc again. They’re Victorian) could marry all at once but the courting situation would be a nightmare.

My question is,,, would Honorables have a dowry?

First thought: coverture. Coverture is the legal idea that a married couple is one entity, with the wife not having an actual legal identity of her own. This is why there's the old-fashioned convention of women taking on their husband's entire name (e.g. "Mrs. Robert Smith"), why men could control any inheritance or money their wives had, and also the origin of some now-obsolete laws (like making it impossible for a wife to sue her husband for damages, because it's as if she was suing herself).

This is why it was so important for women to marry well: even if you worked as a married woman (and many women did), your money wasn't actually yours. It's one thing to have to live with a drunk asshole; it's worse to have that drunk asshole be the sole person who decides if that paycheck goes towards rent or more booze.

So, having a trinity/three parts of one whole entity would totally fit Victorian ideas of coverture. I think you'd still have it be men > everyone else, because they'd expect some kind of hierarchy, and even within the Trinity, God is still the leader.

Second thought: separate spheres. The Victorian era was very heavily focused on men being involved in the "dirty" business of work/politics/etc., and women being more morally pure and better suited to the domestic sphere (the whole "angel of the house" thing). Obviously this wasn't actually or practically true a lot of the time, but it was the aspired-to standard, the thing you'd measure people against to say if they were acting appropriately as members of their gender or not.

So you'd need a third sphere for Honorables to inhabit that is completely separate from the work/domestic dichotomy, or create an entirely different three-way dichotomy. Basically, you'd need a thing to point to, like "X is very ladylike" or "Y is not manly," but for Honorables.

So, extrapolating:

Non-leadership admin, teaching, and academia as the third sphere.

The idea of who should be in charge of household accounting has always waffled between a man’s job and a woman’s job. Is teaching the realm of governesses and school mistresses or lecturers and professors. Academics are too weak and frail to be masculine but too logical and rigorous to be feminine.

Clerks and accountants and secretaries and teachers and scholars.

I can see it becoming a Mind (Honorable) Heart (Woman) Soul (Man) kind of separation, all three together making up the body. Women are suited for feelings, nurturing, caring. Honorables are suited for the pursue of pure knowledge, but lack the Will to put it to any practical use. Finally men are the one leading force that brings all the parts together and leads it into an action.

Thus, men, even if they're unqualified on whatever area of knowledge they're dealing with, and even if they have no understanding of their or other people's feelings whatsoever, still possess an inherent and intangible quality that makes them the only part truly suited for decision making.

Woman: Caretaker

Honorable: Assistant/Advisor

Men: Leader

not what master kenobi expected, how the night would end, after declaring he can take him...in a drinking contest of course.