#K/S DAY

[wwillywonka]

AMOK TIME

[alatabouleau]

A tradition to be honored. 🫡

[pityroadart]

Happy K/S day! I don't think I've ever shared this one on this blog, but here's a painting of mine from two years ago — a (slightly manipulated) screencap study from Conscience of the King, if I remember rightly.

Watercolour on hot pressed 100% cotton paper, using a limited palette. A5 size.

[talk-nerdy-to-me-thyla]

Its k/s day! Ever been like wow amok time is so gay dis they do that on purpose?? I just did a semi deep dive and I want to talk about specifically theodore sturgeon, the original writer of amok time.

So theodore sturgeon is a famous sci-fi writer, but I want to talk about one short story he did called "The World Well Lost". Short version is its about 2 male space explorers who realize theyre in love. This story was controversial, his publisher rejected it AND sent out letters to OTHER publishers urging them to reject it without reading because of its positive portrayal of homosexuality. (He wrote another story too but this is the important one)

Heres a brief description of its two main characters.

"Rootes is the Captain of the team. He is an arrogant, loquacious womanizer. Grunty serves under the Captain. He is a hulking, taciturn poet, so-named because he grunts rather than speaks. Despite their radically different personalities, the two friends are famed in space travel circles for their teamwork and efficiency. They refuse to travel with any other spacers."

So we have a brash captain and their intellectual strong man first officer. Sounds REAL familiar dont it. It's not a 1 to 1, but there's definitely similarities there, and this was written about 15 years before star trek.

So theodore sturgeon is known for sympathetic queer characters in sci fi, cool. I also find it HILARIOUS that there's ONE other episode of star trek he's written

SHORE LEAVE

Ya know

The one with the back rub scene

He didn't just give birth to slash fan fiction, he's been doing it for years

[grumpycakes]

A day late but Happy KS Day!

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Thanks to @spodiddly for reminding me rofl. Jim was either helping w an engineering fiasco or was in an outerspace jumpsuit

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[spaceguardian15]

iiiiiit’s heeeereee 💛❤️💚💙

[queerstarpeople]

K/S day is amazing because it lets us remember that the producers of Star Trek were either too oblivious to see what gay shit they were putting out with Amok Time, or that they just didn't care about the innuendo and fucked with it lmao

[cursedtrekedits]

let’s all pretend these are unedited TFF stills

[ahma-art]

Happy K/S day!

15.09.67

[mykindsofmadness]

In honour of K/S day we need to remember Theodore Sturgeon guys!

Like I see lots of posts thanking our foremothers in the 60s for inventig slash fanfiction and WE SHOULD, but where is the love for Theodore Sturgeon??

We would be nothing without this man

[ksspringfever]

Past submission deadline - but you can still post works!

Aaaaand we are past the official posting deadline!

A big, heartfelt thank you from the mods to everyone who managed to submit their work(s) on time. The cup of our 2024 collection runneth over with K/S goodness. 80 works have been posted so far!

"So far"? You ask. What does the mod mean by "so far" if we are past the deadline anyway...?

So here's the thing: you can still post to the collection. If real life kept you from fannish endeavours, or you ran out of energy or time, or the muse was just uncooperative, please do not throw away your idea or your half-written work, but keep working on it.

We have deadlines in order to make the mods' life a bit easier, and to ensure that there are enough works in the collection before it goes live on the 22nd, and also to give y'all a push to get things done. With the collection now flowing over with riches, we can afford to be lenient and actively encourage you to complete what you started, or to add one more work if you happened to stumble upon another inspiring prompt just now. (See the prompt list here.)

The works will go live on Friday, 22 March 2024, 12:01 AM UTC, with their creators still being kept secret at that point. Creators will be revealed at the closing of the fest, on Tuesday, 26 March 2024, 12:01 AM UTC. This is also the cut-off moment when the collection will be closed to submissions.

But until then... feel free to post your fic, art, poetry, podfic etc. Just make sure to have it complete and in its final version when you post it. If you have any questions or need help with anything (e.g. how to embed images, how to post etc), please get in touch with us here.

Thank you all so much for taking part in our event! <3

[ala7mdiah]

[onekisstotakewithme]

Summary: Jim seeks out Spock in the middle of the night with a few questions about the events of the day. Tag to "Amok Time."

Thank you for reading! (A little late, but it's still Sept. 15th here!) 💜✨

Live long and prosper!

[ionlydidthisforspirk]

Happy Spirk day!! Words actually can’t describe how much I love them actually

You once said being a starship captain was my first, best destiny. If that’s true, then yours is to be by my side. 

Happy Kirk/Spock Day! “Amok Time” premiered fifty years ago today on September 15, 1967.

[queerstarpeople]

Happy spirk day everyone!!! Happy 56 years since amok time aired <3333 MWAH live long and prosper and cry about an old married couple

[erikahammerschmidt]

Author's Note:

It would be sacrilegious to post this on Christmas, as that is a holy day to Doctor Who fans, and Doctor Seuss fans, and I think also Christians.

And, while I have VERY much experience in all three of those fandoms, and plenty of respect for them...

I am poking some... slightly bitter fun at them all, here. 

So, instead, I posted it on Amok Time Day.

Hope this resolves the problem.

How the Doctor Brought Christmas

The Whos down in Who-ville

Liked singing and feasts

But the plains still stampeded

With not-yet-Roast Beasts.

'Twas the night before Christmas

And nobody knew.

It was pre-Christian times

In the Kingdom of Who.

No mission had reached them 

To try and convert

So, like Adam in Eden,

Just formed from the dirt,

They lived on their dust-speck

And kept to themselves;

No thoughts about Santa

or reindeer, or elves.

The world out beyond

They had not tried to find...

They as yet had no reason

To name their own kind,

So they were not yet Whos

And the dust-speck they claimed 

Was not yet called Who-ville;

It had not been named.

But, that night before Christmas

It fell, from on high

Like a giant blue present,

Wrapped up in the sky...

And from out of the wreckage

A man struggled free!

He was bleeding and raving

As all rushed to see,

And he cried "Merry Christmas!"

None knew what he meant.

And they asked him, instead,

Just from where he'd been sent?

And what sort of fellow 

Could fall from so high?

And what sort of box

Could be able to fly?

So he told them his story 

Of warping through space

When, through desperate measures 

He'd come to this place,

For his Box had been seeking

A safe place to hide...

And it knew that this dust-speck

Was Bigger Inside.

And size doesn't matter,

The Box could recall,

For a Person's a Person,

No matter how small!

But it crashed, and it wounded 

The Person inside...

Who informed them it wouldn't

Be long til he died.

So he told them his stories

Of Stars that had shined,

And the War that had left him

The Last of his Kind,

And he told them of Christmas,

As hours rolled by.

Saying, "Christmas is Special!"

Of course, they asked why.

So he spoke of Tradition,

Of puddings and feasts,

And the Star in the West,

and the Kings from the East,

And of old "Father Christmas"

Or "Santa," who came

To bring Presents of honor

And Coal-lumps of shame.

And he told his adventures

From year after year:

The tales of each Christmas!

Of Danger, and Fear!

Of Daleks and Plastics,

Of Cybermen too,

Who would come to your world

To steal Christmas from you!

"Do they come from Above?"

Asked the people in fear.

"And what is Above,

And how could it get here?"

"For here on this Dust-speck

We sing and we feast,

But we never see stars,

In our West or our East."

"And sometimes, up North

There's some dusty white snow

But there's no danger there...

At least not that we know!"

"Well, I wouldn't look there,"

he assured them. "You see,

Your danger won't come

From the north, probably.

...But you never can tell,"

He abruptly put forth.

"Because... plenty of worlds

Have a South and a North."

Due to internal bleeding

His life couldn't last,

And his hearts, in edema

Grew three sizes, fast.

And as he was dying

His followers came,

And begged, "Oh great prophet!

Please tell us your name...

So our world from now on

Can be named after you!"

He replied, "I'm the Doctor."

They cried: "Doctor who?"

But, alas, with no answer

His life slipped away,

And everyone mourned him

That first Christmas Day.

But then, three days later,

They found, at the dawn

That his grave had been emptied!

The Box, too, was gone!

All marveled in wonder,

And wondered for years

Who the stranger had been

Who'd brought bright Christmas fears.

And what was his name?

Was it "Strange"? Was it "Seuss"?

The name was the Doctor's.

They still don't know Whose.

So their world was named Who-ville,

All countries the same,

Except for Up North...

Which was given no name.

For the North was Above,

From which Danger could fall

And this Danger was taught 

To all Whos, big and small.

And, up north of Who-ville,

The people died out

For the rest of their world 

Did not want them about.

And many years hence

There was One left behind.

The Grinch, North of Who-ville:

The Last of his Kind.