Under the Sea 🌊

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wait everybody wake up we have a proship cafe

delete the comments and block the commenters. you don’t owe these people anything and they’re not worth your time.

I understand that there are people who think “if you delete rude comments or comments asking (accusing) if your fic is ai, it’s an admission of guilt, so you must sit back down and accept the harassment” but honestly I think this mindset is bullshit and it was first spread by bullies who were mad that their comments were deleted and they were blocked, therefore they couldn’t harass people as conveniently as they did before anymore.

Nichelle Nichols almost quit the show.

King encouraged her to stay.

Because she stayed, one day in 1966 a little girl turned on the TV, saw a commanding officer who looked like her, and went running through the house yelling "everybody come look, come look, there's a colored lady on TV and she ain't no maid!"

That little girl grew up to be Whoopi Goldberg.

Whoopi Goldberg found out Star Trek: TNG was struggling, and asked to be cast. She considered it an honor to follow in Nichols' footsteps, and as one of the It Girls of the time she knew her name would boost ratings.

Because she was cast, TNG remained on the air, continuing to push boundaries and cast minority actors and create minority characters.

BUT WAIT...

...there was another Black girl who saw Nichelle Nichols, and went on to be on Star Trek....

....which Whoopi arranged for her, because you don't just say "no we will not honor you on Star Trek actually, First Black Woman And Ballerina In Space Dr. Mae Jemison" unless you're an idiot.

Dr. Jemison was the first NASA astronaut to guest star on Star Trek, but she was far from the last.

on the other hand...

Dr. Big-Brown-Sad-Eyes clocking in for his shift

I did not bother her. I felt so bad for her, I just gave her all the space and time she needed to feel safe. I had a litter box at the foot of the bed, I never saw her use it, but it needed cleaning each morning. I put her food and water on a tray and quietly slid them under the bed to her. After quite some time, I would feel her get up into the bed with me as I slept and curl up gingerly by my feet. I just pretended to remain asleep.