#How Much For Just the Planet

[yeomanslog]

Anyway here is everyone’s breakfast orders

[cakehorse]

There was a red flower on the desk where Kirk's dress uniform had been waiting for the laundryman, with a card reading "With the Hotel's Compliments." Kirk smiled, picked up the flower, and with an elaborate flourish of his wrist inserted it in his buttonhole. When Pete's buddy Zack, playing the cat burglar, pretended to stun Kirk, he would grasp the flower as a last, sinking gesture. Tonight's entertainment was being played for royalty, after all.

How Much for Just the Planet by John M. Ford

Many people believe the T in James T. Kirk stands for "Tiberius," but it actually stands for "Total Drama Queen."

[libraflyter]

I love this. This book was so foundational to me that my username comes from it and to find out it was also full of fun riffs on the author’s friends and colleagues makes me love it even more.

Hi, Neil - I'm reading How Much for Just the Planet by John M. Ford for the first time. In looking up background information about the author, I noticed a reference to you on the Wiki page about the novel. Writers appearing as characters, Ilen the Magian: Neil Gaiman. (Diane Duane is included as Princess DeeDee.) How did that happen? What's the story behind it all? I've never read any John M. Ford books before. So far, I'm a quarter of the way through it, and he reminds me very much of Douglas Adams. I can't wait to see what Ilen the Magian is doing in a Star Trek novel!

He gets the best song. I've written about my friendship with Mike Ford a couple of times. Once is reprinted in The View From the Cheap Seats, and once in the introduction to his posthumous and unfinished novel, Aspects.

[willowser]

HMMMMM bakugou being just. the absolute picture of sin.

he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.

and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.

so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—

half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.

and he's just so. man. in every single way.

(his hair is flat on one side, too, and his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep—but you think that adds to it, all in all)

[vaguely-concerned]

sometimes I think of all the on-the-surface warm, well-meaning but deeply ineffectual advice and attention john gives harrow through harrow the ninth (make some soup and get some sleep! get a hobby! don't be so hard on yourself! self care harrow! as long as I need take no actual responsibility in this relationship whatsoever I would have loved to be your dad!) set up against the stark truth that with his other hand he has been staging her attempted horrific murder again and again and again like a living nightmare on the logic that it will 'put her down or fix her'. and then I find that I wish there is a hell. a special hell where twitch streamers turned necromantic death emperors go

[lichqueenlibrarian]

Oh my now they’re ganging up on Kirk

[libraflyter]

I desire a full staging with musical numbers of How Much For Just the Planet? By John M Ford. Complete with the final pie fight.

The limitation of special effects to practical stagecraft is not an issue. It’s a story about theater and sleight of hand, after all.

What kind of play? A drama? A musical? A comedy?

Would the limitation of special effects that can be done on a stage help or hurt the story?

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - Le Grand Bristot

[bununuu]

in honor of xlov’s debut, here’s a favorite boys planet video of rui and wumuti~

[yeomanslog]

Deeply obsessed with T’Vau

[cakehorse]

"I am here," Chekov said. He was carrying a worn leather bag filled with hickory-shafted clubs and wore baggy plus-four trousers bloused above the ankles and a floppy red-plaid tam o'shanter with a huge crimson pompom.

How Much For Just the Planet by John M. Ford

Chekov showing up for a golf duel against the Klingons.

[boarloved-art]

ig ooomfie said i should draw xuanli and i kinda went crazy abt them whoopsydoodle

[prolibytherium]

Would kill to read animal POV fiction that has the animal POV’s interaction with humans be like, semi realistic to the level of caution most predators take with large prey and/or competitors (including humans).

Like instead of the usual - “the human is such a weak, pathetic creature... so slow, no claws, blunt teeth… completely helpless without its 'Fire Sticks'. how is it the master of the earth?” type crap it’s like, the bear protagonist or whatever approaches some dude who spreads their arms and yells and the bear is like “FUUUUUUUUCK THAT THING JUST GOT HUGE. IT'S LARGE AND MAKING NOISES. HOLY FUCK.”

[mrmeepsmadmind]

Metalhawk: bro stop calling my people NAILS

Starscream: if you tase me im gonna make u my dead wife istg

Wheeljack: why do your optics turn separate directions whenever i mention the word 'plan'.

Ratchet: yeah i have arthritis so idc if i die tbh :/

rodimus: im buying an rv and me and all these strangers (who like me more than u, not that it matters ) (im hot) are gonna * EXPLODES EVERYONE *

wheeljack, in the middle of discussing a very elaborate pain-staking plan:... ... something just exploded & i wasn't the cause 😢...

prowl: WHERE IS YOUR RAGE

needlenose: i sure love my big dumb evil husband. sure hope a disgruntled little popcorn kernel doesn't detonate a bomb in his head

Wheeljack: fuck my life

Starscream: i love lying, so, naturally-- im gonna become a politician.

ironhide: i saw the hat man

the intelligent Bumble (bee):

[lichqueenlibrarian]

He’s a Democrat.

[marlynnofmany]

Here, have an album cover. I know one of the tracks would have to be the space shanty, but what else would they sing about?