Don’t Die Its Bad For Your Health

I understand why some people ship strattland but I’ve always viewed Stratt and Grace’s relationship as more boss bitch and nerdy scientist pet. Stratt is stressed and depressed and in need of like twelve cups of coffee but can’t show any of it. Grace’s emotions are so obvious all of the time, he probably cries when watching sad commercials and gets in petty spats with other professionals over random scientific theories. He’s endearing in his oblivious and yet still hopeful and emotional state. His personality brings her hope and entertainment with his jokes and general innocence and she keeps him on track and up to date with everything that’s happening. She doesn’t need to be working with him one on one when she has fifty other scientists that are capable of doing what he’s doing and around a thousand people who could act as messengers between them to save her time and effort. But no, she likes to have her little scientist buddy at her side to double check all the little things for her and it’s so adorable.

Imagine being Eva Stratt getting Ryland Grace’s little beetles with the stuff you need to save your world. You took a risk, a massive gamble, almost 23 years ago. You were given all the power in the world to try and do the impossible and you were doing it. You had a talented crew of volunteers, a massive team of top tier scientists working around the clock, and poor little Grace, your resident pet genius. He’s funny and weird and endearing. You never wanted to put him in space, to send him to his death against his wish, but it’s your job to make tough decisions and the world needed him. So you put him and two others up in space and hoped that they would survive. Hoped that they would figure out a way to save the world. Hoped that the information would get back to you and that it wouldn’t be too late. Counting down the days until they should wake up, tracking the petrova line left by the ship and waiting for it to reach Tao Ceti. Then waiting another eleven years in the hope that the beetles were on their way. And then you get the beetle. And you find out that Grace, marvelous, awkward, nerdy little Grace was the only survivor. The one person who didn’t want to be there, who didn’t want to die. He didn’t just give up, he got the solution. He met an alien species and solved the issue and now you can save Sol. And you’re so proud. So, so proud of this man who was not prepared to do any of this but did it anyway. Imagine being Eva Stratt and almost crying from relief and joy and pride but having to hold it in because there’s still stuff for you to do to save the world. Just imagine.

Do you ever just meet someone who does something that’s really annoying and then you realize that you also do that thing so now you have to change and also maybe apologize to everyone who you’ve ever met because goddamn that’s annoying?

I love Sophie but also she’s the dumbest teenage girl I’ve ever heard of. Keefe was three seconds from professing his love for her at all times, Dex blushed every time she even looked in his direction, and Fitz was obviously flirting with her for MONTHS before she realized he liked her. She’ll over analyze everything the black swan and neverseen do but can’t for the life of her realize someone likes her. I know she has a lot going on but girl needs to figure this stuff out.

Throwback to when I was sitting in class being taught the Scottish play (M@cbeth) and we got to the part that says he cannot be killed by someone born of woman and the girl who sits behind me whispered really quietly to herself “mpreg”

Can you imagine explaining ao3 and tumblr to queer people from the 1900’s and before. Like imagine (after explaining technology and the internet and all that) getting to tell them that there are places where people can go to share queer poems and stories they wrote, get advice from the community, share ideas and facts and random thoughts they had. A place where people stuck in abusive homes can be themselves, discovering things and learning about the community without directly putting themselves in danger. A (mostly) safe space for queer people. We’re doing so good guys. I love this place.