Give me Jemma Simmons questioning authority.
Give me the girl who likes to follow the rules and do what’s expected of her realising that maybe that isn’t always the best way, learning that authority figures can be corrupt, that the rules can prevent her from helping someone and having her deem that unacceptable because she knows she can do it and if the rules say she can’t then the rules must be wrong.
It’s a long road and it started at The Hub and as the season progressed it got more and more obvious. Demanding Coulson let her run tests on the GH-325, telling Victoria Hand that she was wrong, making Coulson accept Trip onto the bus, having her question that if SHIELD has fallen then there are no ranks and /this is a democracy now/, having her stand up to Talbot and telling him exactly where to shove it because he’s wrong and she knows it.
Jemma Simmons learning to think for herself, outside of the system she’s been in since she was 16 years old. Now is it any wonder she’s loyal to SHIELD? She’s been a part of the organisation since she was just a kid, a super smart, genius of a kid, but still a sixteen year old girl who had probably felt isolated her whole life because of her age and her peers not being nearly as smart as she was.
Then she found this agency, this system, where her genius was rewarded, where it was taught to grow, where she found a friend who understood her and worked in sync with her.
And she spent ten years inside that system, learning that the only thing that mattered was your level, that that was the level of authority you had and if there were others above you then they had earned your respect and that you were to listen to them without question.
Then Skye challenged the system and showed her that it could be corrupt, that it was trying to take that friend, her best friend away from her and hadn’t told them about it because their level wasn’t high enough, they weren’t important enough to know that teammates, friends were going to die and suddenly the system was flawed, it created questions, then the entire system fell apart right in front of her and suddenly the only authority was whoever was holding the gun.
But if no-one’s holding a gun then they’re all on equal footing and questions need to be asked, the only thing that matters is what you believe in and know to be right.
And even the person holding the gun isn’t infallible. Fear is not the deciding factor, bravery, cleverness, being quick and good and moral, that is what matters.
You do not need to be cowed be authority.
And this is the Jemma Simmons I would like to see in Season 2.
cause sometimes you just gotta suit up!!
"My good opinion, once lost-"
"Man, shut up."
(Source: cripplethebitch, via dammit-mcu)
Until I started taking my antidepressants, though, I didn’t actually know that I was depressed. I thought the dark staticky corners were part of who I was. It was the same way I felt before I put on my first pair of glasses at age 14 and suddenly realized that trees weren’t green blobs but intricate filigrees of thousands of individual leaves; I hadn’t known, before, that I couldn’t see the leaves, because I didn’t realize that seeing leaves was a possibility at all. And it wasn’t until I started using tools to counterbalance my depression that I even realized there was depression there to need counterbalancing. I had no idea that not everyone felt the gravitational pull of nothingness, the ongoing, slow-as-molasses feeling of melting down into a lump of clay. I had no way of knowing that what I thought were just my ingrained bad habits — not being able to deposit checks on time, not replying to totally pleasant emails for long enough that friendships were ruined, having silent meltdowns over getting dressed in the morning, even not going to the bathroom despite really, really, really having to pee — weren’t actually my habits at all. They were the habits of depression, which whoa, holy shit, it turns out I had a raging case of. — Not Everyone Feels This Way — The Archipelago — Medium (via brutereason)
Today, a look at the contributing compounds to ‘old book smell’, and the origins of the less well researched ‘new book smell’: http://wp.me/p4aPLT-hV
suspup said: What was the result of the poll, last year I think, about interest in The Door Into Starlight? (I voted yes, if it even needs to be said.)
The results of the poll were overwhelmingly “Yes you should do it.” Which is heartening… in the same kind of way that it’s heartening when you have to push a large rock up a hill, and a huge crowd gathers to shout “Yes you should do it!” at you. :) I mean, it’s not that it’s a bad idea. But at the end of the day, you’re the one who’s going to be doing the work, not all the nice people who’re shouting.
That said: I think I really should do my best to get on with this so as to relieve a certain number of people of any concern about when I might die. (Because there are some people whose only concern about me, creatively speaking, lies with this series. Which doesn’t bother me in the slightest.) …And then possibly dedicate it to George R. R. Martin, pour encourager les autres. :) (ETA: I mean, seriously, George has nothing on me in this regard. This series has been in progress for thirty-five years. The final volume has been hanging fire since (checking to see when Sunset was published) 1992.) I know George from way back, and he’d understand exactly what I meant.
Hmm, not a bad idea, that. (makes a note)
Just don’t look to see any announcements of progress. One day I will simply say, “I have a draft, it’s in edit”, and stand back and let people get all excited. And after that the next announcement will be “It’s on Amazon. Go get it.” Which is going to be strangely liberating. I’m sure I won’t know what to do with myself for a while thereafter. Possibly a few days. :)