#tagsplosion

NANI?!?!??!!!!??

*starts Season 5*

Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?

*Drama ensues*

Fascinating, but I swear I know that guy from somewhere...

*Drama intensifies*

Snow, why the hell are you taking an infant along on your quest to stop your adult daughter from going all Darth Swan? Also, Arthur’s beard is both suspicious and familiar...

*a convenient plot device appears*

Walking into Camelot awful easy, aren’t we? Never trust a guy with a dodgy beard and a friendly smile who says he’s been expecting you.

*Darth Swan appears*

I knew that was too easy. And seriously, Arthur, who are you in my character encyclopedia?

*credits roll*

Wait, what just happened?

*starts 5x01 again*

Oh, hey there, Jopson.

*beat*

You know, because that’s exactly what this fandom needs.

After they stumble across the Franklin expedition, Jayne’s convinced that these starving, half-froze men are Reavers until Simon patiently explains that “No, you man-ape; they’ve got scurvy and lead poisoning!”

Everyone’s confused by Zoe for about ten minutes before just deciding to roll with it, because they’ve been trapped on the ice for two years by now, and a black woman in a position of authority isn’t the weirdest thing they’ve seen.

River spends several hours crawling around in the ships’ rigging before anyone can convince her to come down.

Jayne, Wash, and Blanky get completely plastered one night, and then teach him the lyrics to “The Hero of Canton.” Kaylee films it.

Crozier, Fitzjames, and Mal share a drink and talk captainy things. This eventually becomes a swapping of war stories and the like.  Fitzjames pulls out his usual standby about getting shot by the Chinese, Crozier tells about the reindeer, and Mal shares the story about Tracey stealing the colonel’s mustache.  Wash walks by and chimes in with the time Mal accidentally got married, which nearly resulted in them all being electrified to death and Serenity being sold for parts.

Kaylee and Jopson hit it off right away. Simon is not the slightest bit jealous about this. Nope. Not at all. Absolutely not.

Shepherd Book gives a moving sermon about loving one’s neighbor, all while giving Hickey the side eye because preachers can sense Murderous Intent.

You know what the truly horrible thing is about The Terror, for me at least? It’s not the gore. It’s not the monster. It’s not the breakdown of society, the illnesses, or the crew’s slow descent into madness.

Imagine being an introvert on the Franklin expedition.

Imagine being an introvert stuck on one of those ships with 130 (give or take) of your closest friends and nowhere to go. You can’t go for a walk; you’ll freeze to death. Unless your a high-ranking officer, you don’t have your own bunk, so forget about finding an empty quiet space to process and unload all that sensory input.

Forget about the lead poisoning; I would’ve lost my mind long before that set in.

I suppose my current situation is what’s brought on this new introspection.

I’m the only introvert in a family of extroverts trapped in a very small house over a holiday weekend with literally nowhere to go. I hid in a closet earlier today. It wasn’t any less quiet and I nearly suffocated, but at least people stopped asking me to do things for them for a little while. It’s been only 48 hours, and I’m exhausted.

It’s also got me to wondering: If hiding in closets is what I’m doing after two days, how would I be after two years on Terror or Erebus?

some of these are fucking ridiculous