“Alana Quick is the best damned sky surgeon in Heliodor City, but repairing starship engines barely pays the bills. When the desperate crew of a cargo vessel stops by her shipyard looking for her spiritually-advanced sister Nova, Alana stows away. Maybe her boldness will land her a long-term gig on the crew. But the Tangled Axon proves to be more than star-watching and plasma coils. The chief engineer thinks he’s a wolf. The pilot fades in and out of existence. The captain is all blond hair, boots, and ego … and Alana can’t keep her eyes off her. But there’s little time for romance: Nova’s in danger and someone will do anything-even destroying planets-to get their hands on her.”
Sounds far preferable to anything involving yet another self-worshipping white male egomaniacal misogynist with a saviour complex.
Looks like this essay was needed, so I went ahead and did it. Not sure I said everything I wanted to say, but I tried.
So, there’s this girl. She’s tragically orphaned and richer than anyone on the planet. Every guy she meets falls in love with her, but in…
When he actually took the time to explain the situation, my father would say that the reason he hated Wesley Crusher was because Wesley was a Marty Sue character for Gene Roddenberry: a super-smart child, able to solve most problems on the ship, etc.
Yeah, I love me some Mary Sues. Thanks for writing this.
I remember people telling me at the time that it would be the best years of my life and being utterly terrified, because high school was SHIT and I knew for a fact I had it better then a lot of people. I think I asked someone once what was so great about it and gettig a blank stare and then a bullshit line about the joy of youth or some shit.
There is a term for it, I can’t remember, but the definition is essentially “to idealize a non-ideal past; to be nostalgic for a circumstance that didn’t really exist.” The older people that tell you about the teen years being “the best years of your life” are speaking from a perspective of worrying about taxes and mortgages and politics, about high blood pressure and heart disease, thinning hair and sagging boobs. They long for a time when their bodies were younger, more flexible, more energized, and their biggest worry was getting home before curfew. I’m starting to edge towards that; difference is I know that the only thing I’d still want from those years were my straight teeth (oh, I want my retainer back) and my flat stomach.
I had a lot more time as a student (high school and undergrad) than I have as an adult. Schools are only about 6 hours per day of classes, even if you do extra-curricular activities like theater or sports after school, there’s time after those activities for television, homework, reading, YouTube, etc.
I wish I had time to sit and watch AVPM and the sequels. Maybe after I finish this degree…
It still amuses the crap out of me the way fandom assumes a single sex school means boarding school. Cause no. No it doesn’t. Especially when the character in question is said to go to the same church as a character with heavily Catholic images. My single sex Catholic school was decidedly NOT a boarding school.
I’ve actually been keeping my eyes open for a gif of Sam saying “I love you, and I wanna support you.” That seemed like a pretty significant moment to me. How many characters have ever told Blaine they love him? (Not counting Will saying to the class “I love you all.”) For that matter, how many platonic friends on Glee have ever said they love each other? Did Finn ever say it to Kurt after they became step-brothers? Have any of the girls said it to each other? (I have a bad memory so it’s possible it’s happened lots, but I’m actually really interested in the answer.)
I have very much brought these experiences to Blaine in the sense that he has a bit of survivor’s guilt, too. He lives in this magical place where it is cool to be whatever you want. And, you know, it’s almost too perfect. He feels guilt about all the trials and tribulations from before. - DARREN CRISS