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James T Kirk explained in 3 sentences, ladies and gentlemen.
Star trek tos: a summary
Star Fleet: Do not do the thing
Kirk: I’MMA DO THE THING
Starfleet: Why didn’t you stop him from doing the thing?
Spock: The thing was the logical thing to do.
Starfleet: And you, why didn’t you stop him?
McCoy: I’m a doctor, not a babysitter.
And that’s it that’s the whole show 😀
I just want all the descendants of the Howling Commandos to be this big, extended, up-in-each-others-business family
and they aren’t all in SHIELD but they all have a rough idea of what’s going on and if one of them shows up in the middle of the night, they’re guaranteed a safe place to sleep, a meal and a scolding
‘You better live through this. If you die, your mom’ll call my mom and there’ll be hell to pay’
I want them to have big “family reunions” every five years where everybody—fuckin’ EVERYBODY—makes it out to some campground or something where they all hang out and have a softball tournament and cut up a sheet cake so big it feeds two hundred people. That’s when you meet peoples’ new SOs and pass around babies and congratulate kids on their new jobs.
oh god, and if they had the first one five years after the war ended, they’re due for one in 2015, and it’s the first one Steve gets to attend, and he gets there and it’s basically the best/worst experience of his entire life to date, because there are all these people who walk like Jim and grin like Dugan and say their vowels like Falsworth, and they all want to tell him stories about Dad, about Granddad, about Great-Granddad, they want to hear his stories from the war, they want to invite him to college graduations and weddings and christenings, and when he starts to get a little overwhelmed by all of it one of Gabe’s daughters pulls him aside on some pretense and gives him ten minutes to pull himself back together before she gets his email for the howlingfamilies listserv, which she runs.
(oh god, and two hours into it he catches a pack of Dernier kids arguing in rapid French over whether they should tell their parents about the man up a tree at the far edge of the campground that they saw while they were playing hide-and-seek, and Steve walks into the woods with his heart in his throat, and the tree’s empty now but he hears a twig crack behind him, deliberate, because Bucky knows how to walk quieter than that, and when he turns around Bucky looks— well, a hell of a lot better than he did a year ago, a hell of a lot more like himself, even with the shadows still around his eyes and the smile almost wavering at the edges of his mouth.)
HOWLING COMMANDOS, omg the idea of them being like a network or a reseau like that, is just perfect,they’re not all in shield but they have lots of ressources,they might not be agents, but they’re not exactly civilians either, some of them are perfectly ordinary office workers who know exactly what kind of spy business shit is going on behind the latest alien attack, perfectly ordinary desk workers who know how to shoot like peggy, and they’re a group of determined and kickass people, all super protective of one another, and they know what a legacy means, and they’re basically a big family, jim’s granddaughter is arguing with dum dum’s daughter’s cousin’s son like they’re siblings, people are speaking and yelling at each other in at least three different languages at any given time, mcu, i want this so bad, i want cap to discover them and then they all take care of him and make him feel like he’s family and they all look out for him in their own little ways, and ahhh.
and the people who get bussed out to cities they’ve never been to before because they can’t afford medical or dental care but the network has doctors and will get you there
and how it’s slightly cheaper for them to go to college pretty much anywhere because there’s family in the area they can live with
and how if you go off the rails and start getting in to deep there are people who will come find you and drag you home
Every once in a while some kid is like OMG I LOVE YOU ALL BUT I AM RUNNING AWAY TO AFRICA BECAUSE GAH. (Or possibly even I HATE YOU ALL AND I’M RUNNING AWAY TO ICELAND.) (Once in a while I AM RUNNING AWAY TO KOREA AND IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU AT ALL.) And this is okay. I mean, it’s very sad. But it’s okay. … but they still get care-packages, and someone who works in international diplomacy is tasked to just keep a GENERAL eye on them and make sure they’ve got, you know, money and food. (A roof over their head is variable. I mean, maybe they like bush-living. That’s fine. But money and food, that’s necessary.)
and Natasha’s first mission as a SHIELD agent is to fish this kid out of a serious situation in South America and she has no idea why cause this kid is a no-body and the trouble he’s in is in no way something SHIELD should give a shit about but Fury muttered something about ‘family is family’ and ‘never gonna get any dumplings again’
so Natasha does the job and now there’s a restaurant in the Bronx that always gives her free food and she’s not entirely sure why
but it is great food
the thing I keep getting stuck on is that, for sure, at some point, some Howling Descendants are gonna marry each other
Aries: There is travel in your future, be ready for when the entire world recedes inwards upon itself in a timeless unending loop.
Taurus: Clawing your way back out has dulled your talons and blunted your fangs, you are a soft and gentle creature for it. You can buy a knife at most stores.
Gemini: The beaches are held in place by the roots of grasses. Crumbling things are supported by what will eventually overtake them.
Cancer: Corn chips are half off at the supermarket, buy as much as you can and sell them out back for a profit. Use the money to buy more corn chips.
Leo: You don’t really care if its “public property” the fountain water is crisp and cool and the sky is beautiful here. Plus, hes just a mall cop he cant actually arrest you probably.
Virgo: Follow in the footsteps of sir Issac newton and represent the human nervous system with long braids of gold wire. Realize that this was silly, and admire your cool gold spines.
Libra: Sloped ¼ inch steel armor can deflect most standard issue police rounds. Full plate is making a comeback baby.
Scorpio: Monopoly was never meant to be a fun game.
Ophiuchus: Empathy is important. You need to know which people to scalp.
Sagittarius: The world smells like fresh tortillas and as your spear cracks the heavens know we are no longer afraid to die.
Capricorn: Dead skin cells flake off from you all the time. Your bed is haunted with a legion of tiny microscopic ghosts.
Aquarius: Life is really just a series of shooting yourself in the foot and succeeding anyway with improvised bullshit.
Pisces: Every night, does the moon drown? Does the sea suffocate? Of course not they are happily married and they support each other.
Aries: You love like a coffee table book, lavishly displaying beautiful things in a way that can be used to bludgeon a man to death.
Taurus: You love like a fishmonger, dependable, straightforward, and full of delicious high-quality fish.
Gemini: You love like a carboard box, normal on the outside, but full of surprises on the inside! Highly flammable!
Cancer: You love like a five star review. Made with love. One more badge on the breast of someone who absolutely deserves it.
Leo: You love like market research. Rarely appreciated, but necessary. To those that do appreciate you, you are a labor of love.
Virgo: You love like the golden ratio. Always present, especially in nautilus shells. You love like nautilus shells.
Libra: You love like winter. Consistently, regularly, leaving the world a different place as you pass through.
Scorpio: You love like a cat with no eyes. Almost correct. Hungry for lifeblood. Large teeth.
Ophiuchus: You love like a jpeg. Calmly. Quietly. Able to be layered over existing loves, as your background is transparent.
Sagittarius: You love like an illegally converted loft. A place of highly illegal warmth and safety.
Capricorn: You love like a lightning strike. The cause of several strange allergies, often leading to more of yourself.
Aquarius: You love like a bear hunting knife. You are sharp. You kill bears. What more is there to tell?
Pisces: You love like the theater. Mystical, strange, endlessly study-able but impossible to perfect.
