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This series has singlehandedly cured me of my tendancy to roll my eyes at canon divergences...

Update: just listened to the suggested soundtrack and hey guess who just solved a lifelong mystery about what song is in a heirloom musicbox. This series, HONESTLY.

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 9

This update comes with a content warning, which you can read here if you're so inclined.

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 9 of a few more - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8.

This is how my siblings and I experienced Tolkien pre-preschool.

this should have been me

Interestingly, my impression from my female Clan Elders was always that the makeup and heels were extremely empowering for the ladies, even if they were probably there bc of dudes watching. The reaction was apparently like 'we can look good AND be taken seriously professionally? Hot damn, alright, time to start protesting those draconian puritanical office dress codes. Fellas just can't control themselves, you say? Well if William Shatner can manage...'👀

I've seen a lot of people claim that TOS is sexist because the women have to wear heels and a lot of makeup. Obviously, TOS is sexist in some ways but I think it's silly to use this as evidence. The men wear heels and a lot of makeup too.

Some examples:

It seems like it's standard for Romulan men to wear eyeshadow.

Evil Kirk wore a ton of eyeliner. He's shown putting on concealer/foundation. I feel like this could be used as evidence that the men wore makeup in universe and it wasn't just for filming purposes.

Kirk's heels:

My first ask answer! And it was all I could have hoped for! :D I didn't even think of there being security footage, poor Spock XD

Hello, you said your asks were open for McSpirk prompts so how about: due to a mix up with the fire detection system, Spock is unexpectedly fire-hose'd. Which is decently dangerous for humans, probably worse for deserts species, and unfortunately would look absolutely ridiculous. McCoy must valliantly stick to his medical ethics instead of laughing at Spock's wet-cat not-misery.

This was an EXCELLENT prompt. It ended up longer than I usually make these, because I was having fun playing in the space. Thank you for sending this in!!

“Well, that’s no good.” 

“Mr. Scott, the engine of the Galileo 7 is smoking.” 

Scotty peeked his head out of the shuttles door to stare at Spock with tired eyes. “Aye, Mr. Spock. I am aware that the engine is smoking.” 

They were in the shuttle bay, making some necessary repairs after their most recent mission.

“I suggest you remedy that immediately,” Spock said firmly.

Scotty sighed. “Your suggestion has been noted, Mr. Spock. Though some assistance may help me remedy the situation faster.” 

Spock paused for a moment, a brow lightly arched. And then, with a nod, he said, “Understood. I will examine the exterior.” 

He stepped around to the front of the shuttle and trailed a careful hand across its surface. Scotty retreated back into the shuttle, and within moments, Spock could hear the clanging and banging of repairs. 

There was a spark, and heavy, dark smoke puffed out of the shuttle. Spock’s brow furrowed. “Mr. Scott–” 

His words were interrupted by the sound of an alarm. Red lights began to spin around the shuttle bay. Spock barely had time to process what was happening before the walls opened up, and the anti-fire apparatus settled into place. 

Spock’s eyes grew minutely wider with realization as the system turned on, and a wall of icy cold water smashed into him.

It was powerful enough to send him flying; his back hit the windshield of the Galileo 7.

When the water pressure finally ceased, Spock found himself drenched to the bone, with his back against the cracked windshield of the shuttle, and a soreness already seeping into his bones. 

Scotty jumped out of the shuttle. “Mr. Spock! Are you alright?” 

Spock took a deep breath and blinked as he tried to get his bearings. He sat up slowly and slid off the front of the shuttle. His boots hit the ground with a squelch. 

When Spock offered no immediate response, Scotty frowned. “You’d best head to Sickbay, Mr. Spock. I’ll get things cleaned up here.” 

–

McCoy had seen all sorts of things in his years as a doctor. 

A sopping wet Vulcan was a new addition to the list. 

As Spock stepped into Sickbay, McCoy had to turn quickly to stifle a laugh. Now’s not the time, he reminded himself. He was a doctor, and if Spock was here, that meant he actually needed him. 

And so, he gathered his senses and turned back around as straight-faced as he could manage. “So,” he said, “what happened to you?”

“A fire system malfunctioned in the shuttle bay,” Spock responded shortly, as if that answered all his questions. “I only wish for you to check me over and confirm I am able to return to duty.” 

McCoy motioned towards the nearest biobed. “Have a seat.”

He had to turn around again as Spock made his way across the room. Each step caused his boots to squeak, and there was a puddle left behind when his foot lifted again. 

“Looks like the fire system really got you, huh?” McCoy pulled out his medical tricorder as Spock sat on the edge of the bed. His usually perfect hair was sticking in all sorts of directions, and there was an indignant pout on Spock’s face that brought McCoy a quiet joy. He scanned him in silence, because he didn’t trust himself to keep from making fun of him. 

“You’ve got some minor bruising, but it looks like you’ve avoided any sprains or strains. Being Vulcan certainly helped.”

Spock made a quiet non-committal hum in response. 

“My biggest concern,” McCoy continued, admiring the irritation on Spock’s face with a silent delight, “would be hypothermia. You’re from the desert– you’re not used to getting wet, and you’re not meant to get cold.” 

“I am aware.” Even now, it was evident that Spock was trying not to shiver. “Am I allowed to return to duty or not, Doctor?” 

“Go get yourself dried off and warmed up, Spock.” McCoy finally let a grin creep onto his face, just so Spock could see it. “And then I think you’ll be fine, if not a bit sore.” 

Spock let out a quiet grunt of acknowledgement before sliding off the biobed and walking wetly to the door. He said nothing else before leaving the room. 

Immediately, McCoy made his way to the intercom. “Sickbay to Captain Kirk.”

“Kirk here. What is it, Bones?”

“Jim,” McCoy smiled, “I’m gonna need to see the security footage from shuttle bay. Immediately.” 

You know I'm sure you mean a specific 30 issues on a specific run. This is made much funnier, though, by the fact that this is widely applicable enough that I don't know which.

'The greatest of ease my ASS' -Nightwing at some point, probably, and also his entire peanut gallery

for a solid 30 issues of nightwing you just spend the entire time silently begging god to give him one singular win in his miserable life

Juuuust when I thought I'd found all the ways the works of take-my-heart-gently-in-his-hands-Tolkien could bring me to tears youse gotta hit me with a take like this. How dare. Well played.

Once again thinking about the “Tolkien elves are physically superior to humans in every way” thing as a disability parallel

Per my username I am required to put in a good word for narratives where people fall back in love, slowly rediscovering the spark they once had and deciding, clearheaded, to try once more with FEELING.

i am SO TIRED of romantic narratives where the climax is the couple finally getting together. i want a story where the couple gets together towards the beginning and then stays together through the end. what’s the point of making me want a certain romance if i can’t watch that romance actually happen after it starts?? people falling in love can be great and all but you know what? sometimes i also want them to STAY IN LOVE, like… i don’t want mutual pining, i don’t want wistful gazes, i don’t want ‘will they or won’t they,’ i want two people who are in love, they’re together, and they handle shit together

Based on my own and my familiy's life experiences, I've long held the sneaking suspicion many ghost stories on one side were 'dangit do you think they saw?!' tidbits on the other.

Imagine going on a walk on a really foggy day, enjoying the vaguely eerie, faint and distant aesthetic of it all, and the soft quiet of having no other people around. You're about to cross a familiar bridge when you suddenly feel lightheaded. It's nothing to worry about, just a weirdly wobbly feeling that means you should sit down. And probably get more iron in your diet. Either way, you need to get up and you need to cross this bridge to get home. But now being alone has put this weird fear in you - irrational or not - that if you walk over the bridge, you might get dizzy again and fall from it.

Weird and lonely problems require weird and lonely solutions. Since you're all alone here anyhow, you can act strange if you need to. So you get down on all fours - not on your hands and knees, but on the balls of your feet, like a dog. And like this, you start to slowly creep over the bridge. Nice and slow, happy about your solution that made it feel safe to cross and get home. You can be weird if you want to, nobody's judging here.

You're creeping at a comfortable speed, very slowly, but the bridge isn't that long. You can kind of make out the outlines of things on the other side through the mist. The end of the bridge, a familiar tree, a streetlamp, the silhouette of a bush and-

A person. A human figure. You freeze mid-step to stare. That is the most definitely the outline of a person, standing perfectly still. Staring right at you. You don't know how long this moment lingers, but eventually you can't hold your balance anymore and you have to step forward, placing your open palm back on the cold damp bridge. The figure turns, and takes off running. Bolting off in a very normal, startled way that anyone would when they're spooked.

It occurs to you that you only saw the vague outline of an unexpected person, an obscure figure standing in the fog. They, however, saw the vague outline of you, something perhaps vaguely human-shaped, but moving in a way that people simply do not, slowly, very slowly, creeping over a bridge.

Assuming that nobody would see you, you accidentally became someone's unexplained Silent Hill experience.

I love a good metanarrative and this is a 15 layer chocolate cake of a media experience

"It is indeed, a fearful place. The torrent, swollen by the melting snow, plunges into a tremendous abyss, from which the spray rolls up like the smoke from a burning house. The shaft into which the river hurls itself is a immense chasm, lined by glistening coal-black rock, and narrowing into a creaming, boiling pit of incalculable depth, which brims over and shoots the stream onward over its jagged lip. The long sweep of green water roaring forever down, and the thick flickering curtain of spray hissing forever upward, turn a man giddy with their constant whirl and clamor."

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 7 of many - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6. Another scene I've had written in some form for months. Getting close now...

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

So who's stopping you? Nothing in the technical definition of salad specifies temp :D . I know of at least one unhinged American-stlye diner that refers to stir fry as "a hot salad."

A crime against culinary terminology? Yes. A loophole for food-based rules lawyering? ALSO yes!

if you could only ever eat soup or salad for the rest of your life, which would you pick?

-@the-best-of-waynes

Soup, there's a variety of soups and if i had to choose one it would be tomato soup my Dad's recipe

@lieutenant-gordon

I feel it must depend on your definition of salad, which at its broadest (a dish made of ingredients tossed together and/or suspended in jello) can be stretched to cover literally any food.

if you could only ever eat soup or salad for the rest of your life, which would you pick?

-@the-best-of-waynes

Soup, there's a variety of soups and if i had to choose one it would be tomato soup my Dad's recipe

@lieutenant-gordon

Huh, I didn't know Stonn was on tumblr.

No offense to Spock but if my WIFE was T'pring I wouldn't have fumbled her that badly, I would be fucking LOCKED in dude. We would've gotten married right after she proposed, we're having a shotgun wedding, I'm quiting starfleet to follow my beautiful wife T'pring back to Vulcan, I'll be her perfect husband. I'll cook, I'll clean, I'll even tolerate her shit ass mother, I'll never show any emotions. C'mon T'pring marry me instead, fuck that loser Spock.

To be fair, in her universe 'deceased' basically means 'temporarily unavailable.'

This panel is awesome because not only is it one of the like… 2 references we get to JPV post his Azrael #100 death that show anyone else has noted in any way that the guy kicked the bucket

But it’s also like, comically redundant to write a big red “deceased” label over his head instead of Babs just… removing him from her active back up roster.

Birds of Prey #56 (1999)

Well, that *does* cover vehicles, multigenerational knowlege transfers, and the taming of fire...

"Sex is what makes us human" is stupid. Almost every species fucks. Humans are the only species that jumps motorcycles over school buses that are on fire. Some other things too probably

Went to the Johnny Cash museum with my Dad on a road trip. Very cool place, tons of history with sort of a freeroam floorplan in roughly chronological order. It funneled into a single doorway and we figured it would be a lil thank you for coming message. It was not. The last exhibit was a bare room with a giant screen playing this music video. You better believe there was not a dry eye in it.

Okay okay we all know Johnny cash did his cover of Hurt and we were all like “ok he owns that now” but I watched the music video he made and I’m like “oh he OWNS it owns it”

A fantastic poem on an infuriating phenomenon; arguing in good faith does not guarantee a correct consensus

just because someone can articulate their point better doesn’t make them right, it makes them articulated. 

Amazing that they have to clarify that, no, the footage isn't being sped up

nimble, a border collie-papillon mix, wins the 12” class in the 2024 masters agility championship. the first time a mixed breed has won at westminster ever.

SOMEHOW (via the impeccable gay vibes) you have made this EVEN MORE tragic. I love it and also How Dare You?!

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 5 of many - For Tonight. part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4.

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

#I maintain that seeing Scotty pine about the enterprise was absolutely fantastic#100% believe his engineering team were making contingency plans in case she HAD forgotten all about him

Reblogging again for those tags XD (very true, but consider: they'd have been ENGINEERING TEAM emotional support plans)

I saw "pine about the enterprise" and was like, who are we talking about here? Kirk? Because Scotty would NEVER have cause to doubt his best girl...

I’m still not over Scotty brooding over Mira Romaine while he’s up on the Enterprise at the beginning of this book like:

I saw this and my immediate reaction was 'oh no that's the vibe. Oh Noooooo'

I’m still not over Scotty brooding over Mira Romaine while he’s up on the Enterprise at the beginning of this book like:

This was a huge problem of mine when I started playing videogames XD

I could never be a protagonist because I'd just never move the plot along. "You have free reign of this castle, but don't go into this one area" Okie dokie. I mind my own business and hang out in the library. Queen of staying in my own lane. I'll never discover your magic curse.

A master class in Menace. It's so light and lovely, but we KNOW...

After several train changes, Moriarty chasing them on his own personal train (??) and a boat ride, they arrive in Brussels to news:

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 3 of many - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - bits from the next part of the chapter - the canonical moment where Holmes accidentally refers to Baker Street as "our rooms" and then corrects himself will haunt me forever.

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

Everyone's favorite canonically psychic little sidekick support character

*pauses*

*looks up at the sky*

INCOMING RADAR

Reblogging for that tag; I, too, aspire to use media for nefarious homosexual purposes XD

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 3 of many - part 1 - part 2 - "It was with some surprise, therefore, that I saw him walk into my consulting-room upon the evening of April 24th. It struck me that he was looking even paler and thinner than usual."

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

You are so right. I feel like this was grandfathered in from the era when Batman actually had a police license, and just never got updated. I much prefer the Spiderman approach; sure, fine, he's a criminal, but somebody has to punch this giant lizard. Who's it going to be, the cops? They can't do it, they've all been knocked out trying to arrest a guy with spider powers!

Sometimes you want a hero more focussed on protection than punishment.

Craziest thing in a comic is always when the vigilante is like “Those Evil Criminals I’ll Get Them… stop their nefarious Crimes… those Criminals… not like ME” after breaking and entering into 10 buildings assaulting 20 people stealing evidence and tampering with 3 murder scenes.

NGL, I would 100% wear a ladies version of this sadly I am too curvy for the original

cunty spock sewing plz?

Does anyone have a pattern for that cunty Spock outfit, you know the one, black velvet cape-shirt thing from the movie era.

This, this right here, is what I love about their early dynamic . The vibe is very much 'firefighter saving a vicious struggling feral cat from a burning building.'

Who’s gonna save him if we don’t?

Batman and Robin (2009), TPB1

A bummer of a concept, a banger of a term

Totally stealing "neofeudalism"

How do they keep making later and later stages of late-capitalism

This is literally the moral of one of Aesop's Fables the wolf and the spring lamb, and is more relevant today than ever before.

Your occasional reminder that if you post an art piece or a piece of writing that isn't very good, nothing bad will happen.

It's nothing to be scared of, what are people gonna do, be mean to you? Cruel people never need a "reason" to be mean to you, they do that anyway!

Fuck it!

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 1 of ??many. If the context is confusing, please check the date and remember that we last saw Holmes in early 1891 - or better yet, read the original story!

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

cursive text (which is all canon, btw) under the cut for those who need it:

4 May, 1893

It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these, the last words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes was distinguished. In an incoherent and, as I deeply feel, an entirely inadequate fashion, I have endeavored to give some account of my strange experiences in his company. It was my intention to have said nothing of that event which has created a void in my life which the lapse of two years has done little to fill. My hand has been forced, however.

It lies with me to tell for the first time what really took place between Professor Moriarty and Mr. Sherlock Holmes...