#straal

[textsfromlastdisco]

(425):

I never said it was inaccurate, I said I hate you.

[starfleet-louvelune]

SNEAK PEEK AT THE STAMETS COMIC!!!

Look what just dropped on Twitter!!

link to this tweet here: https://twitter.com/sarahgaydos/status/961996300861321216

(And there are more below it in a thread, but I won’t screen it all it feels rude... go RT/like her on her account maybe?)

[astrasomnium]

Straal is in the comic book I’m so excited, I know the fandom has pretty much latched on to the 3 seconds of content we have with him (same) and ran with it I’m so happy to see him again

[pikeconstellation]

Straal likes to wake up Paul early for breakfast and Paul is not a morning person so usually he has to hold Paul’s hand and drag him places before they go to work.

lmao its been a million years since i posted here because im more on instagram now but my friend wanted it posted here

[emerging-writer]

I am like 99% sure that Straal was Stamets’ best man. Like who else would it have been? He’s the only other friend that we know he has.

[amatara]

There’s Only This (7667 words) by Amatara Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery Characters: Paul Stamets, Hugh Culber, Michael Burnham, Sylvia Tilly, Gabriel Lorca, Straal (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Character Study, Missing Scene, Backstory, Friendship, Bonding, Reconciliation, Hurt/Comfort Summary: Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones, but you still have to choose. (Aka some things that never happened to Paul Stamets in this universe and some things that did. Up to you to decide which ones are which.)

[gay-mushroom-scientist]

I love discovery and all

And I love Paul.

I don’t want him to be sad and all. But I feel like there was no reaction to straal’s death like at all. It was a thing in this one episode for like less than a minute.

Right I get that he wasn’t an important character for the show but I mean he was Paul’s best friend and he got killed and no one cares. Not Paul, not Hugh.

Where is the scene where it all gets too much and Paul is just on the verge of breaking down in the middle of the night? Where is the scene of Hugh just holding Paul because he can’t take it anymore?

I’d hate to see our favourite character go through so much angst but damn his best friend died and he saw his dead body on the Glenn.

Like the whole shit our little mushroom boi has to go through. That can’t just leave him this unaffected.

Whew that was in my drafts for too long.

[misereremei]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets Characters: Paul Stamets, Hugh Culber, Straal (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Paul and Hugh can sing, Matchmaker Straal, karaoke fluff, Paul isn't good at feeling feelings, luckily Hugh is, Mutual Pining Summary:

A story of clichés: infatuation at first sight, fate needing a little push, and things for which it takes a village.

He’d hardly started his second cup of tea when Straal started blowing up his communicator with messages. For apparently when an astromycologist, a doctor, and a wannabe captain walk into a bar to reserve some tables for their friends, the punchline that results involves Straal and the rest of their lab entering into a three-way karaoke competition against a group of Starfleet medics on leave and a team of command-track ensigns who were on Alpha Centauri for a team building retreat.

Straal seemed determined to irritate him into coming out and supporting the home team with endless, rambling messages on every possible channel of communication that would ultimately take him days to delete. Defeated, Paul had abandoned his seat at the little café, with the hope that wherever this night was heading, it wouldn’t turn out to be a joke on him.

The El Galleon was packed, but the exasperating press of bodies provided enough cover for him to sneak over to the bar and order a drink unseen. Once his eyes adjusted to the terrible lighting and his brain was able to process objects beyond the hideously gaudy décor, he realized that his attempted stealth was pointless –- his lab mates were all faced away from the door and busy hollering support at the stage for their facility manager Nikita.

Who was giving a surprisingly passable performance of Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit.”

The song hurtled through to its driving conclusion and the bar erupted in cheers and applause. An emcee leaped onto the stage and declared her the winner of her bracket, the large screen behind her dramatically flashing over from lyrics to scorecard, with Team Shroom –- fucking really, Straal? -- pulling another point ahead of Club Med and into a tie with Team Gold.