re: that *chef kiss* PERFECT Franken-Drummer post and tumblr not being all over The Expanse, I know right?? it’s such an amazing show with so many delightful, complicated characters yet it’s so unfairly slept on! maybe because S1 takes awhile to get going and ppl give up? idk but it makes me sad that I have so few ppl to squeal about Drummer and Amos and Bobbie and Christjen and Ashford and Naomi (ad infinitum) with 😭🚀😭
WHY ARE PEOPLE NOT OBSESSED WITH THE EXPANSE HELLO!?!?! there's literally so much to love about it oh my god. you're right, it DOES take a second to get going but once it does!!!
for those of you who have not read or seen The Expanse series (I myself have yet to read the books), let me tell you why you'll love it:
political space drama with incredibly distinct cultures and phenomenal world building, if you're a details girlie (gn), you're gonna go nuts
the found family vibes!!??! are off!?!? the charts!?!? (minor spoilers for the first few episodes) four people are thrown into a situation in which they accidentally become the most important people/fugitives in the whole galaxy and most of them DO NOT trust each other, what could possible go wrong, and even better, what could possibly go RIGHT
Christjen Avasarala. you are not ready for her. most powerful mover-shaker on earth with the most incredible outfits you've ever seen, refined elegance with the filthiest mouth, plus she's got a classic "whatever those two have going on is so gay it veers into something else entirely" with her younger protective knight lady, Bobbie
Bobbie. the "not to be a lesbian but oh my god" post is made for her. we meet her in the show for the first time when she arm wrestles a robot and WINS. you will be begging for her to step on you with her mech suit
speaking of women I want to step on me Camina Drummer. angry revolutionary pirate queen of my heart. do you miss the unique agony of 2000/10s queerbaiting but want it to be not baiting somehow? this show does that, idk how else to explain it. the most agonizing sapphic pining you've ever seen but it's textual and also not painful because its gay. don't worry, Camina fucks, just not the girl she wants most (also spoilers, but this is not a bury your gays show don't worry)
Jim Holden is literally just Some Guy who becomes the special fantasy chosen one because he simply cannot stop Getting Involved. nosiest bitch in the universe, I love him.
imagine you're a girl who leaves your shitty ex and gets a normal industrial job on a spaceship, only to have a six foot, two hundred pound killer dressed as a mechanic imprint on you like a baby duck, and its unclear whether he wants to fuck you or call you a little sister but he definitely WILL kill for you and will do literally anything you say and then you both end up caught up in a weird galactic war by mistake and there's this other guy with a captain america level moral compass and he's cute and you're into him except your shitty ex is still out there with the biggest secret you have and meanwhile your best female friend is the coolest person you've ever met but you don't think you can be what she needs and you're holding your family together, you're holding the universe together and all you want is justice for your people but unfortunately you've gone and fallen in love with the accidental most important man in the galaxy. well, every day Naomi Nagata wakes up
Praxideke Meng. botanist of my heart. literally tames the rabid guard dog that no one else could. gentle and able to stay gentle because of said dog. which brings me to...
Amos Burton. I saved him for last because he is my guy. he is THAT guy. canonically aromantic pansexual king. are you into guard dog characters? do you find yourself drawn to the "sorry my love language is acts of service and all I'm good at is killing people" characters? amos burton is like seventeen tumblr posts come to life. previously mentioned enormous killer dressed as a mechanic, former heels wearing "I didn't always work in space" sex worker who is always rolling into brothels and being like "you guys unionized?", gives a shit about basically no one in the universe except his crew and every single child in the galaxy, accidental comedian because he cannot stop saying weird shit, not a nice or good person but a loyal one, and one who is always trying to relearn the empathy that was carved out of him as a young person. every time he goes homicidal to protect one of his chosen people (crew + any and every child), an angel gets its wings.
fin.
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john laurens vibes!
are you normal or did you read a poem about how it's better for an athlete to die young with glory and immediately go "omg this is so john laurens' legacy and him never having the chance to be corrupted by politics or any future mistakes/failures!"
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
Today the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.
Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.
Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.
Excerpt from "To an Athlete Dying Young" by A.E. Houseman
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Rescue
You are not hidden
Roland was biting his lip so hard curt was surprised he hadn't drawn blood. His best friend had withdrawn himself from the party, naturally, choosing a small corner to brood in over the loud music and even louder people. People curt was with. He wasn't necessarily a loud person, they were both introverted, but Roland a great deal more than Curt. No one noticed the musician. No one noted that the other half of Tears for Fears had disappeared for the night. Forgotten in a dark corner. Roland didn't let it show, but Curt knew it bothered him. Knew it irked roland that people didn't notice him. That he was forgotten. Curt had felt it the second Roland's presence had left his side. His eyes had searched the room seconds later. And he had found him. “Sorry.” Curt excused himself from the group of people he was chatting with and wound his way through the mass of people, grabbing two beers on his way. “I bet if you bite harder you'll become one with the wall.” he said in greeting, forcing one of the bottles into his best friends hands. Roland blinked a few times, then a wry grin overtook his face. Mercifully, his teeth disappeared back into his mouth and he stopped abusing his lip. “You okay?” Curt asked quietly, leaning further into the darkness of the corner, pressing closer to Roland. Roland smiled at him faintly. “Yeah.” he nodded a few times to prove his point. “Im good.” he nodded a head in the direction of the party goers. “No one else is coming right?” he tried to force a smile. “Don't want to be discovered.” Curt laughed along. “Nope.” his smile softened. “Only me.” Roland met his eyes and he smiled, eyes crinkling with warmth. “You should get back to socializing.” Roland said, waving a hand in the direction of the ongoing party. “It can wait.” Curt said dismissively. Roland smiled, fond and amused. “Go, curry. Ill be fine.” He held up his drink. “Go. Enjoy yourself.” Curt hesitated. Roland bumped his shoulder. “You mother hen.” He grinned, taking a swig of Curts beer instead of his own. “Hey!” Curt squawked in protest. Roland laughed. “Go.” his friend insisted again. “You’re the face of this whole thing.” he waved a hand to encompass their fame. “Go sell the band.” Curt chuckled. “Alright. Fine. But give a shout if you need something alright. Anything.” he stressed. “Even just a drink. I might need you to save me from the crowd in a bit anyway.” Roland chuckled. “Yeah yeah. Go.” He nudged curt in the direction of the party again. Curt bit his lip then relented, taking a step out of the dark corner and into the blinding lights. But before he walked further he turned back. “Oh, and Roland?” Roland raised an eyebrow. “Hm?” “you are not hidden.” He said quietly. Roland's smile was small. Knowing. “Everyone I need can see me.” He answered back, just as quietly. “As long as Im remembered by them.” Curt smiled. “Always.” he promised. Then let the party pull him back into its thrall, though part of him stayed in that quiet, calm corner. Remembering.
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y’know, having been reminded about it, it’s fuckin surreal to be a kid and have one of the i survived books (fictional books about kids living through very real disasters) being written about a disaster you personally experienced (well at least the suburban fringe effects) and that destroyed a huge part of your hometown and killed a lot of people in said hometown
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You're writing an original story right? Can you tell us anything about it??
I am!! Thank you for asking I love when people are interested 🥹 I don’t know how much to say because it evolved from a vague notion of writing a richpez the good place AU and now I’m… questioning how well it works on multiple levels! 😂 So it could change a lot. But it’s about love and loss and falling in love and re-falling in love
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