#24th season

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

I FORGOT TO THROW OUT AFTER THE EPISODE RELEASED NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[tanadrin]

I'm watching season 5 of discovery while I work on this map, and I think my verdict of DIS is that conceptually it is solid Star Trek. It gets Star Trek, like in the abstract. Obviously the last 3 seasons are a lot better than the first two, both because they escape prequel territory and because it just takes a ton of Trek shows two seasons to find the sweet spot. But the writing never really lives up to the ideas. So, so many of the character beats feel completely paint-by-numbers, with painfully generic dialogue, and I find myself mostly skipping over those scenes to get to the high concept SF or the action sequences. The actors really are doing the best they can, and visually it's gorgeous, and it throws out a ton of fun ideas into the Trek universe (though IMO it relies too much on overt callbacks to old Trek, it's not unique in this regard--SNW does this too, it might just be the curse of a long-running franchise). But man. The character writing is frequently not good! The emotional dialogue is frequently not good! And I don't know why; it's not like Star Trek doesn't have this stuff, rich character interaction has been there since TOS and the Bones/Kirk/Spock triad. But even back when you would have, like, Random Character Never Mentioned Before From Someone's Past showing up in an episode only to die horribly, from the older and more episodic Treks, the dialogue around these characters was still more believable and more compelling. And you'd think the more serialized nature of modern Trek would give you more room to build on and use these character dynamics.

I wonder if in part it's the decline of writers' rooms and the spec script market. Maybe something about that shift makes developing good scripts for television, and for genre TV in particular, harder. Part of me thinks it may well be the serialized format, because just like a good high concept sci fi plot often relies on a "hey-wouldn't-it-be-fucked-up-if-this-happened-randomly" idea, so too do a lot of the good character stories in older Trek--when everything has to be tied back in to an ongoing plot and significant character development has to be spread out over 10 episodes, maybe that's harder to do.

I think ultimately I feel about DIS like I feel about Enterprise--don't like prequels, do like some of the ideas, some of the characters are pretty interesting, the character arcs are kind of weak, is too bogged down in referencing other installments in the franchise, needs more Jeffrey Coombs.

[spockvarietyhour]

Voyager-A, I presume.

[alanaartdream]

Merry Christmas 🎄 Eve from Australia 🇦🇺

And being as I live and grew up in Australia 🇦🇺 I dissided that for my December drawing for 24th of dece will be my favourite care bear Love a lot care bear on a Australian 🇦🇺 Christmas 🎄 holiday building a Christmas sandman instead of a snowman ☃️ being as we go through summer at Christmas & new years time

[stan-joe]

hey link click fans just to make your day worse I'm pretty sure the entire last few episodes happened on lu guang's birthday

[sshirakumo]

seven favorite levi scenes to count down to his birthday -> 7/7

the final season pt 3, episode 2

bonus: soft levi

[blksand]

kobe year 💜💫. 3/27.

[s--strawberry]

i feel like the symtoms sam had while trying to complete the 3 trials to shut the doors of hell are the exact same ones i have when im on my period

[bryan360]

Just picked this up knowing how long this “C.H. Greenblatt-esque” style show deserved another season. It’s been a messed after that Warner Bros. Discovery crap we don’t want to talk about it back then. 😠

Still it was good to have “Jellystone!” back for another season….for now. I’m not holding my breath if it will continue or not; especially for their planned two-parter specials that my brain keeps holding about. I’ll would be wrong if it’ll finally happened.

[a-s-levynn]

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[gareththegreat]

LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER! more than likely will be a one-liner or a small para. multi's please specify who you want the starter to be for!

[blueandyellowdiamond]

[natsudragneelgf]

[ray2o2]

Addiction (save me)

[floridaboiler]

7 days until Halloween and 62 days until Christmas!

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 22

‘(:melty face emoji:)🫠’ – October 24th prompt. Prompts also fulfilled; ‘Getting Sick’ and ‘Hot Chocolate’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo; ‘Breakfast in Bed’ - Winter Wonderland Bingo; ‘Ugly Cute’ – Multifandom Flash (Dozen); ‘Dramatic’ – Fandom-Free (Frosty Edition). Clint ends up snotty and wheezy after his time face-down in the snow, so Matt takes care of him. CW: Illness (non-vomiting), reference to previous injury.

Check it out on AO3 here, or with the boards under the KR!

As I often did, I rolled contentedly into the warm space left by Matt’s recently-vacated position, stretching out luxuriously and inhaling deeply to seek the scents of this morning’s breakfast. Or rather, I tried to. My nose, it appeared, was no longer simply swollen with injury – but also entirely blocked and stuffy, the skin either side aching as I attempted to breathe. “Matt!” I called out pathetically, my voice hoarse, half-rising before slumping back to the pillows with a weak groan. Natasha always told me I was prone to bouts of melodrama when I was afflicted, but it wasn’t my fault – breathing was hard enough at the best of times, let alone when I felt like death. He barrelled through the door, half-stumbling over his own feet, eyes wide and panicked. “What happened? Are you okay?” I couldn’t help but smile at his head casting about wildly as he used his senses to read the room, frowning infinitesimally when he found no intruder. “… Clint? What’s going on?” “I’m sick,” I whined, pulling the sheets up to my chin as I shivered dramatically.He crossed to my side immediately, resting delightfully cool fingers on my forehead as I sighed. “You are a little warm…” “I’m freezing,” I replied, pouting theatrically. “… And also boiling.” “You have a bit of a fever,” he noted, pushing my hair back gently. “You’ll be okay, sweetheart. It’s just a bad cold.” “I’m dying.” His lips twitched minutely as he leaned forward to kiss my forehead, fingers shifting to cup my jaw. “I’m make you some toast. Tea?” “Hot chocolate,” I muttered, my voice soft and sullen - but my irritation garnered no response beyond a fond chuckle, the bedroom door pulled halfway closed behind him.

He settled me against his chest tenderly as I ate, unphased by the rapidly-growing pile of snotty tissues beside us. “I’m disgusting,” I whined, nuzzling against him, a slight pang of illogical guilt sparking in my chest. But he only kissed my head, holding me tighter to him. “You’re as beautiful as ever, honey,” he replied simply, tugging the hood of his swiped jacket lower over my forehead gently. “Very cute.” I shook my head fiercely, earning a soft smile and an inclination of his head. “Do you need to call somebody?” “Like who?” “I don’t know – Natasha? Fury? Whoever you call when you’re too sick to work,” he answered, shrugging, and I scoffed as I forced myself upright. “I’m an Avenger, Devil. There’s no such thing as ‘too sick to work’.” He raised an eyebrow as I looked to him, humming in amusement and disbelief. “Clint… You can barely breathe. I don’t think you’re up for chasing down criminals right now, do you?” A low growl resounded in my chest, leaning forward to snag my binder from the foot of the bed – but any objections I had were swallowed as I weaved alarmingly, the muscles in my forearms trembling. With a soft sigh, he pulled me back against him, my weak body far too exhausted to put up a fight. “Natasha?” Slowly, stubbornly, I nodded, and he offered me my cell. I’d barely fired off a quick text before the device buzzed violently, her name flashing across the screen. He slid it from my fingers, allowing me time to object, and answered the call as I half-pivoted to watch him. I’ve gotta admit… I do love how he knows I’m far too tired to even try to make out a call via my hearing aids. “Hi, Natasha. Yes, yes, he’s okay. Just a little under the weather. A cold, I think – a nasty one… No, no, I don’t think so… Maybe… That would be very nice, actually. I think he would appreciate it... No problem. Yes. Yes, I’ll see you then. Thank you, Agent Romanoff.” He hung up as my brow furrowed in confusion, offering me a soft smile. “Nat asked me to tell you to take it easy, and thanked me for making sure you didn’t do anything stupid, like try and go to work.” I blushed as he smiled, his lips skimming against my forehead. “Apparently you’re a soggy, snotty nightmare when you’re sick…” My blush deepened, and I frowned, shaking my head. “I’m not that bad…” “Well, either way, you’ve been ordered bedrest. So… How about you get some more sleep, and I’ll wake you in a few hours with some soup?” Despite myself, I couldn’t help but sigh contentedly at the thought, curling closer to his chest. “Fine, if you insist…”

By the time I stirred again, the room was softly lit by the bedside lamp, the curtains drawn, and a fluffy blanket was draped over my balled-up form. With a weak whine, I stretched my cramped limbs, frowning at the cool sheets around me. “Looking for Matt?” I sat up sharply at the voice, wincing at the pain in my head from the motion, grumbling quietly when I found green eyes in the dim light. “Nat? What the hell are you doing here?” She snorted once, moving to sit by my feet, inclining her head towards the door. “Came to drop off something for you… Matt’s probably already heating it up. The man really does hear everything, huh? He opened the door before we even reached it.” “We?” I prompted, brow furrowing, and she pinkened minutely. “Steve and I. I- He was at my place.” I raised an eyebrow, grinning weakly, and her blush deepened. “Going well then?” With a fond eye roll, she jostled my leg. “Yes, Barton. It’s going well.” She sighed happily, an uncharacteristically soft smile crossing her face. “… He’s good to me.” “I’m glad,” I replied, the sincerity of my tone somewhat undercut by the rasp and crack of my voice. “… So. What did you bring me?” “You’ll find out soon enough!” she laughed, adjusting my blankets and covering me more thoroughly. “I’m pretty limited in how I can help, but I figured… Well, maybe this would offer you some comfort. We all know you’re a whiny git when you’re sick.” I pouted theatrically, but she only snorted. Natasha had known me far too long to care about my dramatic displays – she knew, as I did, that despite my current discomfort and grumpiness, I’d be absolutely fine in a few days. As if on cue, the door opened, and Matt came in carrying a steaming bowl. I recognised the dish immediately by the smell, and turned to Nat with a broad grin. “Goulash?” Hungary was hell – spending three days in a freezing, abandoned warehouse waiting for evac with two badly dislocated shoulders wasn’t exactly my idea of a vacation – but she’d headed off despite the danger to find me something to eat, carefully tipping the street food down my throat without complaint, even as her own stomach rumbled pointedly. I’d developed a fondness for the dish ever since, reminded as I was of her caring and considerate nature. “What else?” she grinned, meeting my gaze as I took the bowl gratefully. “It’s just about the only thing I know to get you when you’re hurting.” We sat in silence for a heartbeat, each lost in the memories of that mission – one that was, by all accounts, a shit show, but made irrefutable changes to our relationship and solidified her status as the most important person in my life.

The goulash was just as delectable as it was every time she blessed me with it, and Steve clapped me on the shoulder before they left, wishing me a speedy recovery and promising to take good care of my partner during my absence. Matt settled down beside me when I recommenced my shivering, bundling me against his chest even as my body turned clammy with sweat, unable to sit by and watch me tremble, his fingers brushing my hair back from my forehead as I coughed and sniffed pathetically. He spend all evening in bed with me, reading aloud from one of his braille law books – the only thing he had to hand, reluctant to leave my side to seek something more recreational. “You can read non-braille books… Why do you bother with the braille editions? They’re always a nightmare to find…” I murmured sleepily, interrupting his soft explanation of diminished responsibility in criminal law and making him kiss my head gently. “It takes far less effort to read braille. In much the same way as you could wear your hearing aids constantly – it makes life easier for you, in some ways, but it’s also intensely draining, and sometimes, it takes more energy than you’re willing to give to the task at hand.” I nodded once, and no sooner had I become aware of the low ache in my head than his fingers cupped my jaw, raising my chin a little to meet my gaze. “… May I?” he murmured, hands shifting to my ears. Nodding again, I closed my eyes in relief as he slipped my hearing aids free, resting peacefully in the resultant silence my apparent ‘disability’ offered to me. He gently guided my cheek back to his chest, and I smiled myself as I realised he was continuing to speak, the rumble of his voice under me acting as a pleasing comfort as sleep nestled me close, warm and content despite the ache in my sinuses.

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